Beth excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up and
returned. She had taken the time to fix herself up, straightening out her
sweater, refastening her bra, and pulling her skirt back into place. I started
to get up, but she knelt beside me for a briefly and whispered in my ear,
"You're not done yet." Her breath smelled of mouthwash. I turned over on my
back, wearing only my shirt, my cock at half- staff. She smiled as she cradled
my head in her right arm. "I'm not done yet," I repeated, my face turning
quizzical. "Don't you have something for me?" she whispered. "Like what?" "Oh, I
don't know." She gently eased my head to the floor and stood up. From my prone
position, I had a worms-eye view of the world, and that world included a perfect
look right up her blue denim skirt, all the way to the white-pantied crotch. Not
satisfied that I could see all that she was willing to show me, she shifted her
legs to either side of my head, straddling it, improving my vantage. The picture
was delightful! "I like the view from here," I said. Looking down at me, she
smiled, wickedly. "I'll bet you do. Most men would give their left testicle to
be where you are." Her hands were on her hips. She was queen of the mountain.
Was I her willing slave? "Why am I getting the view for free? Do I have to give
up my testicle?" Beth's panties were caught in her crotch, offering me a nice
look at the outline of her cuntal crack. "It's not for free, you'll have to pay
for it, but I need your balls for other things." "I'm broke. I can't pay for
it." "You don't need money--just stick out your tongue." I played her silly
game, sticking my tongue out. Beth sing-songed a little, "Open you mouth and
close your eyes and you will get a big surprise!" I hadn't heard it since I was
five years old. I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to wag like a worm on a
hook. Who knows what kinds of fish might swim in these waters! I refused to
close my eyes, however. Giving up this view would be pure torture. Beth hiked
her dress well up her bare, white legs, exposing even more of the front and back
of her silky, white panties. I felt my loins begin to stir once more as my cock,
as if on cue, began to spring back to life. "Mmm, we seem to be growing bigger
again!" she exclaimed, her eyes fastened on my growing member. "Reflexive
action," I acknowledged. "Play with it," she said, quite nonchalantly. At first
I didn't comprehend what she had asked me to do. "Excuse me?" "Play with your
cock--make it nice and hard for me," she said, this time with a voice barely
above a whisper. I didn't need much encouragement. No matter what I did, I knew
I would be the recipient of some great sex. Our relationship was filled with
that now, and I loved every moment. I grasped my cock in my left hand and began
milking it, slowly, while I looked up and enjoyed the lovely sights between her
legs. "Squeeze it more tightly," she husked. "Keep your tongue out!" If my hand
stroking my now almost fully erect penis was a catalyst for more sex, my tongue
was the bait, and Beth knew it. Ever so slowly, without taking her eyes from me
masturbatory activities, she began to lower her ass and crotch closer and closer
to my face as she worked herself into a squatting position. Her widening legs
pulled the pantie crotch out of her cuntal crack and spread the reinforced silk
to either side of her crotch. Only a few dark brown curls peeked out of the
sides of the white material. "Move your hand faster," she husked. "I like to
watch you jerk off." I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on my shaft,
not feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment. To the contrary, I kind of
enjoyed putting on a little show for her. If that's what turned her on, I would
do it forever. She moved her crotch even closer to my waiting face, stopping
sort of plastering me with her sex. I could smell her now, that familiar odour
of pungent womanhood I had come to love. "Is your tongue still out?" she asked,
unable to see my face anymore with her skirt in the way. "Yes," I replied.
"Good, don't move it. I am going to fuck your tongue," she whispered. I was
somewhat surprised by her crudity, but anything that Beth said or did now. She
reached her left hand between her squatting legs and grasped the edge of her
crotch with her fingers. In one quick motion, she pulled the panty crotch to the
other side, baring her curls and the pink, gaping slit. The entrance to her
moisture-laden vagina was wide-open and inviting. I continued stroking my
tumescent cock. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked. "I want to eat you."
"What do you want to eat?" I could tell she wanted me to talk dirty to her. I
could almost tell by the sound of her voice when needed a little vocal
stimulation. "I want to eat your pussy." "Where does your tongue go?" "In your
cunt. In your beautiful cunt," I replied. "Where else?" I gulped. She was
leading me on now. "In your ass, if you want me to." Since she had already done
it to me, reciprocating might be fun. "Do I have a choice?" "No," she replied.
"The choice is mine. Your choice was to bring me here this weekend and turn me
inside out. I'm a totally different woman now than I was two days ago. There is
nothing I wouldn't do." Whatever her choice was, I wanted her to make it soon.
Her womanly smells were intoxicating me; I was like a dog in heat. "Let me suck
your cunt, Beth!" I pleaded. In an instant, she smothered me with her hairy
crotch, pressing her sex against my face, covering my nose and lips and cheeks
with the copious flows of her cunt. I shoved my tongue into her vagina like a
man possessed. She screamed out loud and began moving her crotch in a slow,
sexy, circular motion over my ensconced tongue, spreading more of her juices
over my face. As I felt for every nook and cranny inside the warm, dark opening,
I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. As I tongued her for all I was worth, she
pulled my shirt to the side, having unbuttoned it completely, and began
scratching my chest lightly with her fingernails. I knew I couldn't come again,
so soon, but I stroked my cock frantically, knowing Beth was watching my every
move. It was one of the most pleasant pussy-eating experiences I had ever known.
Beth continued to churn her crotch over my face while I tongued her slit with
increasing vigour and enthusiasm, causing her to make all sorts of animalistic
sounds. Then, almost as soon as it had started, it stopped. Beth pushed herself
into a standing position and moved off slightly to the side, removing the
glorious worms-eye view I had had of her now steaming crotch. Her completely
flushed face was somewhat contorted; I could almost see her mind racing with
sexual thoughts. "Follow me!" she ordered, then turned and walked toward the
living room. Shedding my shirt which she had thoughtfully unbuttoned, I followed
her. Her skirt had fallen back into place; I admired the way it fit over her
tight little ass. I felt odd, me being entirely naked and her being entirely
clothed, as we moved into the living room. As she turned to face me, I stopped.
Her eyes darted immediately to my erection. "Come closer to me," she commanded.
I felt like I was completely under her power. As I neared her, she brought her
eyes to my face. Our eyes met. Using only my thoughts, hoping that somehow she
could read my mind, I told her I wanted to fuck her brains out. Her lips broke
into an understanding smile. "Strip me," she said. "Make me naked for you." I
wasted no time in moving my hands to the bottom of her sweater. I drew it
swiftly upward, over her head, then up and over her raised hands. Throwing it on
a nearby chair, I turned my attention back to her. I had seen sexier bras, and I
had seen cups that were filled much more, but Beth knew how much I adored her
bite-sized breasts and super-sensitive nipples. I moved closer to her and put my
arms around her back, quickly locating the hooked strap. In the process, my
erection brushed lightly against her skirt-covered thigh. I fumbled slightly
with the catch, then finally unhooked it. Beth's girlish tits sprang into view
as she bra slid down her arms onto the floor, falling like a handkerchief. Her
pink nipples were already elongated, looking so inviting in the center the
darker areola. I wanted to suck them immediately, but wanted her naked even
more. The denim skirt had no belt. There was a button just under her tummy and a
zipper beneath, somewhat like a man's. I put one hand inside the waist band of
the skirt as Beth obligingly held her stomach in, while I used my free hand to
unbutton and unzip her. The material parted into a wide 'V', exposing her upper
abdomen and the top of her white panties. I pushed the skirt downward, over her
hips, past the bikini-styled undies, then watched it fall of its own accord in a
circle around her feet. When my cock accidentally brushed against Beth's now
bare thigh, she looked up at me and grinned, sheepishly. "It gets in the way
sometimes," she said with a slight smile, lowering her head to gaze upon it once
more. I admired the fullness of her pubic region, how her mons veris seemed to
fill her panties so completely. She was one of the few women I had known who
really knew how to carry themselves when they were naked. It was perfectly
natural to her that I placed my thumb inside the waistband of her tightly
clinging silky-whites and drew them over her hips. I knelt I one knee to
complete the task of lowering them to her feet where she helped me shed them for
her. I remained kneeling, for the moment, my face inches from Beth's now naked
abdomen, and gazed upon the delicate beauty of the thick patch of dark brown
curls which adorned her pubic region. I felt her hand touch the top of my head
and thought she was going to pull my face into the curly forest. Surely she knew
I was admiring her treasures there. Instead, she whispered, "Stand up, I want to
feel you next to me." We had one thing in common--an appreciation of the joy one
feels when one naked person embraces a similarly undressed person. The feeling
of thigh meeting thigh, the hardness of the erection against the softness of the
female abdomen, the sensation of a woman's pubic hairs pressing against your
leg, the joy of her breasts flattened against your chest, gave strong sexual
urges to the both of us. "I love you," I whispered. It was the first time I had
told her so. "I love you, too." We kissed, timidly at first, then with
increasing intensity as we pushed our abdomens into one another's. "I like you
naked," I said into her mouth, not even breaking the kiss. "You're so hard!" she
husked, pressing her pubis even harder into mine in order to punctuate her
statement. "I want you to fuck me so bad." "Let's go to the sofa," I suggested.
"I want you to do something first." "What's that?" "Do you remember what Ellen
did to me?" "You mean last night?" "Yes," she demurely replied, her head lowered
in embarrassment. "How could I forget," I said. "Would you do that for me, too?
I think I would like that." She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. It
was a sensual gesture, partly out of shyness. "You mean to spank you or to use
my tongue on your anus?" Beth blushed, profusely. Her eyes looked pensive. "How
about both?" she finally blurted. I smiled. "If you want me to." "I want," she
said, her voice soft as the morning. "I'm clean there; I washed extra good all
over when I took a shower earlier." "I wasn't worried about it," I said with a
slight smile. She broke our embrace and turned 180 degrees, facing away from me.
It was obvious that she wanted me to examine the cute little buns that I would
soon be enjoying. "Kneel on the sofa cushion," I implored, then watched her walk
on padded feet to the velvet-cushioned settee. Her ass looked particularly
inviting as she mounted the sofa, planting her knees on the cushion. She turned
her head to the side and looked back at me. "Like this?" she asked. "Poke your
buns out more," I suggested. "That's it....and open your legs just a
little....Good....Oh, Beth, your ass is exquisite." She giggled like a teenager.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, David?" "I'm sure," I replied.
"Open yourself up for me." She threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer
to her, my hard-on raging. "You mean...." Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I
said, quite firmly, "I mean spread your ass cheeks--now!" She blushed once more,
turning her head away from me, facing the front. Her hands moved to her
delectable buns. She mumbled something unintelligible as she used four fingers
of each hand to pry apart the two globes. There was her anus once more, round,
puckered, crinkled, light pink in colour. It seemed so tight, I wondered how I
was ever able to take her there last night. "This is a little embarrassing," she
said with a nervous twinge in her voice. "You weren't embarrassed when Ellen
opened you up back there. I got a real nice view then, you know." She giggled
nervously again. "It's a little different when someone is standing directly
behind you with a big erection." I laughed. "Do you want me to fuck you there
again?" "Mmm. What a nice idea! But I would like you to do some other things
first." My mind raced. "Like what?" "Do you remember how Ellen spanked me?" "Of
course." "I want you to make it hurt even more." I looked at her, wide-eyed.
"She was spanking you pretty hard. It would be difficult for me to...." "You
have a belt on your pants?" she interrupted. I couldn't believe my ears. "Yes,"
I replied. "Use it!" she begged. At first I thought she was kidding, but the
look in eyes, that assertive glance, told me different. "You want me to whip you
with my belt?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. "If you don't want to...." "Oh,
no," I interjected. "I just wanted to understand what you were saying." "If I
need to make it more obvious, I will. I want you to use you belt on my ass.
Double it up in your fist and wail away. I really want you to, David." She was
doing more than pleading, she was begging. I bent down and picked up my pants,
then drew the leather belt through the loops. Beth looked back at me, still
blushing, as I doubled the inch-wide leather in my hand. "How hard?" I asked.
"As hard as you want," she husked. "What if the others come in?" She smiled,
wickedly. "Won't they be surprised!!!" She arched her back and presented her
lovely buns. They were mine to do whatever I wanted with. I watched Beth bite
her lower lip, nervously. She looked at me once more. "Don't hold back," she
whispered. "I want it to hurt." I had no idea how badly she wanted it to hurt.
When I drew my arm back and gave her what I thought was a fairly good whack with
the leather belt, right across the center of her ass, she jumped slightly and
gave out with a quick, shrill cry. Her buns rippled slightly, and a red welt
appeared instantly. "Mmm, that's nice," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "Can
you do it a bit harder?" "Are you serious?" I asked incredulously. "It gives me
a nice glow, David. It doesn't hurt that bad; it sort of hurts nice," she
laughed. She had to be serious. She really didn't want me to hold back. My fear
of hurting her too much was pretty much overcome by her seeming indifference to
the first stroke against her split pumpkin. "If I didn't double it up, it would
sting like hell," I told her. "No, not yet. Work me up to it, slowly. Show me
how strong you are with the belt like that first." "All right. It's your rear
end." I reached back and gave her another good, hard lash. The loud crack of
leather against flesh resounded throughout the room. She screamed again, louder
this time. I knew it had to have hurt her more than the first one. She was
breathing quite heavily now, waiting for the pain in her ass cheeks to turn to
the glowing tingle she yearned for. "That's better," she said, taking a deep
breath and then letting it out. "Whew! What a glow!" "Your buns are starting to
turn red as a beet," I said. "I know. I can feel the heat! I hope you're
enjoying this as much as I am." I admitted to myself that it was sort of fun
letting out some of pent- up aggressions and nervousness. "I hope you don't get
mad at me later for doing this." Beth laughed. "The only time I'll get mad is if
you get wimpy or scared and start to hold back. Can you do it just a teensy bit
harder?" "You're a glutton for punishment," I quipped. "I guess I am. Turn up
the heat, baby!" This time I held nothing back, driving the belt across her
lower ass with such force that as she screamed she lunged forward into the sofa.
Her ass rippled like crazy. She quickly brought the palms of her hands to the
glowing fire at her backside, trying to rub and soothe the pain away. "Oh, that
one hurt!" she blurted. "I was afraid it was getting too much," I said
apologetically. "Hey, who said it was too much. That's just about right. You're
not going to believe this, but that last one made me cum just a little. This is
fantastic!" "What kind of a monster have I created this weekend?" Beth laughed,
despite the pain that was still burning her buttocks. "A very sexual one," she
replied. "Of course, if you can't do it, there's always Bill...." I think she
made the last comment to stir me up. She was really asking for it now. Without
telling her, I let the belt loop drop from my hand, watching the double strand
become one. I knew this one would sting like hell. "Move your hands away from
your ass!" I ordered. Even as she moved her hands off of her gorgeous ass, I was
moving my arm back and taking aim at the delectable, perfectly rounded globes.
This time I heard the belt whistle through the air just before it landed sharply
across the sensitive backs of her thighs. The crack of leather against skin and
ear-piercing scream melded into one. The force of the stroke caused her to fall
on her side crying "AHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" between laboured breaths. "Do you still
want Bill?" I shouted over her cries. "I was just kidding. OH! My legs are on
fire! OH! That one hurt like hell!" I think I was finally getting to her. She
wasn't nearly as uppity now. I was in control of the situation at last. "Get
back up on your knees. Present yourself!" I commanded. She literally dragged
herself back to a kneeling position, then bent at the waist and arched her back,
raising her ass invitingly upward once more. The last stroke had left an ugly
red welt across the backs of her thighs. "Do you want more?" I shouted. "I....I
don't know. It hurts like the dickens," she whimpered. I figured she had had
enough. There would be other times for me to test her threshold of pain. I knew
what she liked now, what she needed. My erection needed something of its own
right now. I moved directly behind her. "Open your legs wider!" Obediently, she
spread her legs wider, gaping her fig. "You're not going to whip my pussy!" she
cried. "I should, to teach you a lesson, but I have other plans for you. Reach
back between your legs with your hand." I watched her hand pop out between her
parted legs. I bent my knees slightly and eased my cock into her waiting
fingers. She grasped me tightly, then stroked the tumescent pole. "I love your
cock," she husked. "Put it in your cunt," I demanded. It was the first time she
had ever heard me refer to her sex in such vulgar terms. "I'd like for you to do
my ass," she begged. "I intend to. I need your pussy for lubrication. Put it
in!" Beth pulled the phallus toward her gaping pussy, centered it beneath her
vagina, then helped me ease it into her. Her hole was as hot as I'd ever known
it! "Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me, baby. All the way
in!" I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic
hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle. "Oh, David, that feels nice! I want
you deep inside me, baby. All the way in!" I shoved myself all the way inside
her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle
with hers, working my pubic bone against her clitoral area. She pushed her sex
against me, straining to arouse her clit. I pumped her, slowly at first, then
increased the rhythm, then decreased it. Sometimes I shoved it deep inside and
held it there while she bucked her vagina up and down on it, while other times I
rode the crest of her undulating hips as we fucked in unison. The weekend had
changed Beth. She was no longer reticent about saying what she wanted or doing
things she probably would not have dreamed of doing only a few weeks ago. Our
relationship had changed also. I knew now that she would find nothing wrong with
my making love to some other girl in front of her, nor would I find fault if she
wanted to screw my best friend. We both knew we would always come back to each
other. As I fucked her, I felt a closeness that I hadn't felt in a long, long
time. "Are you going to fuck my ass, or not?" she said with a slight laugh, but
I knew she wasn't kidding. "What's your hurry? You feel great right here!" I
exclaimed, stuffing her box once more, knowing that my teasing her would make
her want me in her other opening all the more. "You promised, David," she husked
as her breathing became conspicuously heavier. She was almost begging. "Reach
back and open yourself up for me," I ordered, then watched her hands move to her
lower ass cheeks and obediently pry the two halves apart, exposing the crinkled
'O' to my leering eyes. "More," I insisted. "The wider you spread, the better
I'll make you feel." She felt no inhibitions whatsoever about showing me her
most private of areas. She seemed eager to put her anus on display, and did she
ever! Using primarily the middle fingers of each hand, she pressed into either
side of the rosebud and spread the petals apart. "Like this?" she asked. "That's
nice, Beth. I like that. I've never seen you so open." "I'm opening it for your
cock, David. Your beautiful, beautiful cock. It's hungry for you inside there.
Please put it in. Please!" I withdrew my glistening manhood from Beth's steaming
pussy while she continued to expose my next target. I moved the head of my cock
between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the splayed anus with the
cockhead. "AHHH!" cried Beth at the first touch of my member there. "It seems
awful tight," I said. "I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in
slowly. Oh, yes....slowly....AHHHH! I can feel it going inside me, David!" I
began taking her asshole, millimeter by millimeter. "UH! It hurts just a
little!" "Do you want me to stop?" "No! Please!" she cried simultaneously with a
loud breath. "Just keep easing it like you are. OH! It feels so big, so fucking
big!" I watched the cockhead slowly move into the expanding sphincter, while
Beth moaned and groaned. She kept her hips quite still, making me do all the
work. Finally, I saw the head become completely swallowed by the tight anal
mouth. "The head is in!" I triumphantly exclaimed. "Oh, shit, does that feel
good! Even the pain feels good, David. It hurts so nice! How does it feel to
you, baby?" "Tight, tight, tight!" I continued my upward pressure, feeling the
anus tighten its grip on me as my shaft inched into the sensational opening.
Beth was beside herself once more, making those purely animalistic sounds I had
come to learn were the precursors of a building orgasm. I was half-way in now,
and she was moaning softly, from deep within her throat. The remaining part of
the journey deep into Beth's soft-tissued rectum was a piece of cake. With the
sphincter relaxing with each passing moment, the path yielded no resistance.
Still, she did not move, allowing me the pleasure of filling her completely
before doing anything herself. The excursion into her ass was pure ecstasy!
Before I knew it, my pubic hairs were pressing flat against her anal region.
"It's in all the way, Beth," I said with a sound of satisfaction in my tone. "I
can't tell you how fucking good it feels. Oh, baby! I never knew it could be
like this!" I felt her anus contract once or twice around the shaft. "Mmm, I
like that," I whispered. "David, I want to try something. Do you know how I can
sort of milk your cock with my pussy? You know, squeezing it while you're inside
me?" "Yes." "I want to try it with my ass. It might even be easier because I can
squeeze you tighter with my anus." Who was I to argue with such logic. "What do
you want me to do?" I asked. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am going to do it
all for you." She let go of the cheeks she had been spreading, letting the soft
flesh encompass my ensconced prick. "Just stay perfectly still and enjoy." An
enjoy I did! During the next five or ten minutes, Beth treated me to the most
fantastic sex I had ever known! As I remained unmoving, she started to work her
impaled ass over my cock, up and down, from side to side, back and forth, in a
slow, sexy circular pattern, all the while expanding the rubbery portal which
had now accommodated my phallus. Then she did something no woman had ever done
to me--she worked the shaft all the way into her hot rectum and, once she had
done that, began contracting the anal muscle upon it with ever tightening grips.
To make matters ever better, she began contracting her anus like that in sensual
movements all the way up the shaft, using an upward shifting of her hips to kind
of draw me into her slightly, and then milking the sword with her contractions.
It was like a blow job with her asshole! The sensations, as she moved her
tightening anus upward, were, to put it mildly, unfucking believable! I had
thought she had done everything to me that could be done until she found my
cockhead with her anus. The milking stopped and the nibbling began! She worked
the elastic hole over the head with such perfect control I might have thought
she was using her lips instead of her asshole. Little by little, her efforts
began to throw me into a tizzy. "I'm going to come, Beth!" I shouted. "Okay,
baby! I'll help you. Let it happen! Come inside my ass! I want to feel it inside
me!" She worked her nibbling asshole around me and simultaneously began to
slowly piston herself upon my engorged cock, moving up and down over the
imbedded member while tightening and loosening her sphincter. That did it! With
a loud "AHHHHHH!" I exploded into her in jet after jet of sweet, glorious cum as
I coated the soft rectal tissues with my hot sperm. We both fell onto the sofa,
on our sides, with my cock still in her ass. Every once in a while, as I slowly
came down from the greatest sexual high I had ever known, Beth would tighten her
sphincter around my deflating member, a gentle reminder of what she had just
done to me. I embraced her like that, in spoon fashion, for a long time, in
silence, planting soft kisses on her neck as I cupped her right breast in my
hand and gently kneaded the pliant flesh. Like the other night, my cock sort of
plopped out of her ass from sheer exhaustion. It was a signal for her to turn
her body all the way around until we were facing each other. She plastered the
front of her warm body against mine, throwing her arms around my back and
squeezing me tightly. I looked into her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. She didn't
have to tell me how much she had enjoyed our last scene; it was written all over
her face. With the fingertips of my right hand, I smoothed away some hair from
her brow. "You're fantastic," I whispered. Beth smiled. "I'm still tingling
inside my ass. Even my pussy remembers you," she laughed. "I hope so," I smiled.
"You can do anything you want to me, David. Anything. Any time you want. My ass,
my pussy, my mouth--they're yours." I felt her breasts flattened against my
chest. She began lightly scratching the back of my neck with her fingernails,
then pressed her pubis into mine, entwining our hairs there. "And you can do
anything you want to me, Beth. You don't have to ask. If you feel like doing it,
anywhere, just do it." "Won't the supermarket manager get upset?" she laughed.
"Only because he's not getting any!" "Mmm," she said with a
bright, sexy smile, "Maybe I'll have to give him some!" I laughed. "As long as I
get mine first." "And last..." she whispered, moving her soft lips to mine and
kissing me with a warm, gentle, passion that belied her more aggressive
sexuality, but gave evidence of her love for me. It was a weekend we would never
forget.
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