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I had known Beth for only a few months.
She was pretty by anyone’s standards, with nice legs, a firm behind, and somewhat small breasts (I believe bite-sized is the term they are commonly called) with bigger than average nipples. We didn’t make it until our fourth or fifth date, and I can’t say that the sex was spectacular. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, but until we went to a hunting lodge one weekend with Joan and Bill, two close friends, our sexual adventures were quite ordinary.
We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge, feeling somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the woods. Since Beth always slept without clothes on, she turned off the light and slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to me. We couldn’t do anything because Joan and Bill were sleeping right across from us.
At about 11:00 p.m., Beth arose from our bed and went downstairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She appeared to be asleep. I slinked onto the sofa behind her and discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that my chest was pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against mine.
I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in my hands; stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.
When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, “Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass.” So saying, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, and then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me.
“Are you serious?” I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had never done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something about Beth’s sexuality that I hadn’t known.
“Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass,” she said softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her nether opening. “Mmm, David, I want it deep inside my ass.”
My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort. She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. “Slowly,” she said, “work it in slowly.” She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.
“Am I hurting you?”
“A little,” she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. “Oh, it feels so fucking big!”
I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. “I don’t believe how tight you are!”
“Are you in all the way?” she gasped. “I feel like I’ve been split in two!”
“Just a little more.” I pressed my cock forward, and then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.
“How’s that?” I whispered.
“Fucking unbelievable! Don’t move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it.”
I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed phallus remained completely motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around the sheathed sword, as she tested the elasticity of her anal muscle.
The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. “If you keep that up,” I said after a particularly tight contraction, “I’m going to come. I feel close already.”
“No! Please, don’t come yet! You just put it in; you haven’t really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?”
“I’ll try. I can’t tell you how good it feels!”
“The pain is subsiding,” she said. “Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit.”
“I’ll come for sure, then,” I pleaded.
“No you won’t. If you do, I’ll never let you do this again!”
Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say the backside of Beth, I knew that I would want to take her anally, and often, again. Maybe she wasn’t being serious, but her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my seed inside her.
My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but one, Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly piston my manhood. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we had never before known.
Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different attitude toward our lovemaking. Outside of a few “dirty” words like “fuck” or “suck”, said in the heat of passion to titillate me, she had never been one to be vocal about her needs–until now! “OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, David, it feels so good!”
Her voice could be heard through the house. “Hey,” I said softly, “the others will hear you.”
“Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!”
Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove me to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss.
My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture, which seemed to do the trick. “I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming! YESSSSSSS!”
Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume from her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she felt the same way.
We both came down slowly. I didn’t dare withdraw myself from her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending.
Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. “That was great,” she whispered sexily.
I smiled. “I’m glad I held off, like you asked.”
“I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess I’m what you call anal-erotic.”
I laughed. “Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I had come earlier?”
She laughed also. “You’ll never knew, my sweet David, will you?”
“I guess I never will.” When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously; creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.
I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my semi- erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.
“Don’t you ever quit?” I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.
“Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door,” she quipped.
“So you’re-equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?”
“Sort of,” she giggled. “I mean, show me a new way to get off, like you just did, and I’ll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more.”
I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the sofa.
“What are you doing, young man?”
“I’m back at the doorstep again,” I replied, searching for her anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to play back there again.
“Don’t you ever quit?” she laughed, a reference to my earlier question. She squeezed my cock tightly, and then released it, before working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.
“I like your mousetrap,” I said, pushing the tip of my finger into the recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble attempt at humor.
She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. “I don’t ever remember him rising so quickly again,” she whispered.
Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned around just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe over her naked body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Beth’s, but her nipples were actually smaller.
“What the hell is going on down here?” asked Ellen.
Beth laughed. “Did we wake you?”
“All I could here was someone screaming ‘Fuck me in the ass!’ Wouldn’t that have awakened you?” She didn’t seem mad, just interested.
“I told her to be quiet. Now I’m embarrassed,” I said.
Ellen laughed. “If you’re as good as it sounded, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash up, though, after something like that.”
I blushed. “You’re right, will you please excuse me.” I pried myself away from Beth, and then walked quickly past Ellen. I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were on my erection.
I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea what might happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared for anything. I dried myself by running a towel back and forth between my legs, making sure I worked it well into my ass crevice. When I returned to the living room, Ellen was seated on the sofa next to Beth, who was still reclining on her side. Ellen sat in such a way that she blocked my view of Beth’s hairy pussy, kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Beth’s rib cage.
Beth’s left arm lay across Ellen’s lap, kind of flopped there for want of a better place to put it. Ellen’s robe had ridden pretty much up her legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in such a way that her charms were well hidden from view. For decency’s sake, I held the towel I had been drying myself off with in front of my crotch. My flag was at half- staff beneath the towel.
“Can I ask a personal question?” Ellen asked of Beth.
“If you want,” she replied.
“Did it hurt?”
Beth blushed profusely. I smiled. “You mean what he just did to me with that monster cock of his?”
“Uh-uh,” replied Ellen with a broad smile.
A pensive look, quite serious look came over Beth’s face. “At first, it hurt a lot. I thought the bastard was going to split me in two. But after a while, I became quite used to it. I really wanted it inside me after the pain went away. It’s such a different, filling sensation, to have something in your ass.”
“Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of waiting until now,” I said, only partly in jest. “It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just think, I’ve missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Ellen?”
It was Ellen’s turn to blush. She lowered her head in embarrassment. “Yes,” she whispered in response.
“What are you acting so shy about?” laughed Beth. “You didn’t like it?”
“Mmmm. I loved it. I’ve been turned on by…you know…anal things ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don’t believe I’m talking so openly about it.” ” You better define ‘anal things,'” said Beth.
Ellen really blushed at that question. “Well, I like to do things to people’s….uh…asses, and I like to have things done to mine.”
“Like what?” asked Beth. Ellen had really piqued her interest.
“Like…..” There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost see her mind thinking. “Like having my anus….ah…..what’s the term?…” She seemed to be searching for just the right words. “Ah, you know…rimmed,” she blurted. She paused for a moment, quiet and pensive. “Do you know what that means?”
“I don’t think so,” said Beth, quite honestly.
“It’s like when someone licks you back there….with their tongue.” Her face was red as a beet now.
“I see,” said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began to become increasingly aroused.
“And I like to do that to others, too.” She seemed more animated now, more open, like she was confessing something she had held back for many years. “Am I embarrassing you?” she asked.
Beth smiled. “Of course not, please go on.”
“If I’m not getting rimmed with a tongue or fucked by a nice cock in my ass, I like to have someone put a dildo in my backside. Oh, just thinking about it turns me on!”
Just hearing about it was turning me on. My manhood was coming back to life, beginning to peak its head through the towel over my lap. Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.
Ellen looked straight into Beth’s eyes. “Would you like me to show you something very special?”
Beth gulped. She thought for a few moments. “I’m game.”
Ellen turned her head and looked at me. “May I borrow her for few minutes?”
“Oh, yes…Of course. I’ll leave.” I started to get up.
“Why don’t you stay and enjoy the show,” said Ellen sexily. “I don’t mind if Beth doesn’t.”
Beth looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. I could read the sexual excitement in them. “Maybe he’ll get some new ideas,” she said, giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for me to remain and watch.
“He just might,” said Ellen, pulling apart the sash on her robe, letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a good deal of her ample breasts. She looked over at me for a brief second, as if she were pondering her next move, then stood and nonchalantly shed the robe completely, dropping it fall to the floor at her feet, before sitting back down. It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had to adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite pretty ladies in front of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on!
My eyes darted from Ellen’s full, hanging breasts, with their silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a ‘V’ at her lower abdomen. She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view. To the contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than adequate body off for me (and, I’m sure, for Beth as well). I made a mental note to ask Ellen later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her treasures look. The growth of her curls was quite sparse; in fact, I found it quite amazing that Beth’s thick forest of much darker curls completely hid her cuntal slit, whereas the thin crack of Ellen’s pussy was quite visible through the hairs.
Ellen devoured Beth with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her voice was soft as the morning. “Would you like me to give you a rim job?”
Beth seem mesmerized by this woman. She managed only to nod her head in affirmation. Her hand was just below Ellen’s melon-like right breast. For a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I tried to imagine her doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my little trick didn’t work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath the hanging globe.
“Kneel on the floor. Rest the top of your body on the sofa cushion,” said Ellen, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.
Beth curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the still seated woman. I loved her nakedness. My cock was now throbbing. Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got a good grip on myself. This is one show I knew I would really enjoy.
“Like this?” asked Beth, moving to a kneeling position at the far right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the blue velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.
“That’s just fine,” said Ellen, sliding off the sofa and moving to a seated position to Beth’s left.
Ellen leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Beth’s hip. “So this is what you had to work with. What a perfect ass!”
I thought to myself, “How true!” as I watched Ellen place the palms of her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeeze the pure white flesh. “Mmm, that feels good,” husked Beth.
“It’s going to feel a whole lot better when I’m through with you. She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth’s ass, raising tiny goose- bumps across the alabaster surface.
Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth. “Oh, that feels nice!”
“It’s called the warm-up,” said Ellen, running the tips of her fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Beth’s buttocks, all the way down to the anal region. She was careful, however, not to touch the recently deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really pounced.
Beth’s breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes along the inside of the ass crack. “I hope you’re not too modest,” she said, “you’re boyfriend is about to get an eyeful.” I didn’t comprehend the meaning of her words until I watched Ellen move her hands to Beth’s lower ass. Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that I had only recently deflowered.
“I’ve never felt so exposed,” said Beth, feeling both of our eyes on her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and stared straight ahead.
“Relax,” whispered Ellen. “We’re all friends.”
“Friends usually don’t examine each other’s assholes,” quipped Beth.
“I like to look at yours,” said Ellen. “It looks so tiny. How did her ever get his cock inside you?”
“Very carefully,” I said, and we all laughed.
Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist to invade Beth’s most private area. She looked at me with a slight look of disdain. “Men don’t know how to take good care of a woman’s ass. It takes a woman to do it right.”
Beth immediately became defensive. “I think he did just fine just a few minutes ago. I’m still tingling inside my ass.”
Ellen got more perturbed. She turned back and examined the opened anal region. “Wait until I finish with you, honey. I’ll make you forget about his cock.”
She seemed bent on proving to Beth that she could better satisfy her sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, between me and her. I had already played my part, now it was her turn. It didn’t really matter who was better–Beth was the real winner of the contest because all she had to do was sit back and enjoy.
For the rest of the session, Ellen completely ignored me, blocking me from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand–giving Beth the best anal sex she was capable of giving. She ordered Beth to stretch out on the carpet, prone, on her tummy. She did so, making a lovely picture with her cute, curved ass and tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular to the sofa, her head almost touching its base. Ellen then turned and sort of squatted over Beth’s naked back, placing her knees on either side of Beth’s ribs. From my vantage point, almost directly behind my prone girlfriend’s feet, I had a nice view of Ellen’s light-haired pubic area, which she didn’t seem to mind. Her boobs swayed from side to side with even the slightest of movements; her nipples were dark and erect.
Ellen leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on the back of Beth’s upturned thighs. “Open your legs!” she commanded, urging her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh. Beth obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be baring the length of her hairy crotch to the both of us–Ellen from above and me from behind. In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual involvement with another woman was a real turn-on for her.
“Raise your ass up!” ordered Ellen. Beth obliged once more, poking the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of smooth, white flesh.
To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Ellen raised the palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the right buttock a good, hard slap, which resulted in a loud cracking sound. Beth screamed out, “OUCH! That hurt!” and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the floor. Immediately, a red blush appeared where the hand had met her flesh.
“It’s supposed to,” husked Ellen, knowing that her straddling position over Beth’s back prevented her from easily escaping any further blows. “Get your ass back up!”
Without a word of protest, Beth presented her tailbone once more, knowing that Ellen would probably deliver another slap. She was right– Ellen raised her left hand this time and drove it hard onto the unmarked left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the top of Beth’s thigh.
“AHHH!” Beth cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside in its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not opposed to receiving more of the same. I could see Ellen’s fingerprints imbedded on the soft, smooth skin of Beth’s ass.
Beth looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a few moments, studying the buns and the condition she had put on them, allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. “How does your ass feel?” she asked.
“It’s tingling all over!” blurted Beth.
“It feels kind of good, doesn’t it, Beth?”
Beth gulped. “Y-yes, sort of,” she replied.
“Do you want some more?”
I could almost see Beth’s mind racing as she sifted through a host of responses to Ellen’s question. She could suggest, politely, that she had had enough. She could tell her to go on and risk the consequences of more pain and, perhaps, humiliation. After all, her she was getting spanked on her bare bottom by a woman, her legs spread wide, exposing even the inside of her sex, with her boyfriend seated right behind her, watching everything in rapt attention.
Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. “Will it hurt very much?”
“A little,” replied Ellen in a soft, honest tone. “It’s supposed to.” As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the dimpled cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Beth shivered at the touch.
“I…I guess it’s okay,” said Beth, obviously questioning in her own mind if she had given the right answer.
Ellen dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek, opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button, which she regarded as her eventual target. This would all be part of her “warm-up” to the coup de gras to come.
“I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it,” she husked, leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she continued to visually examine the exposed anal region. When she let the cheeks bounce back into place, I knew that Beth was about to receive a bit more than she had bargained for. Ellen raised her hand over her shoulder this time as she swung it on a downward arc, lighting a fire on the exposed flesh as it struck with a vengeance. Ellen’s breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed. As I watched the unbelievable scene developing before me, I stroked my cock harder beneath the towel.
“AHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!” Beth cried as a searing pain lit into her backside. “Not that hard!”
“I’ll decide how hard!” exclaimed Ellen, her brow furrowed.
At that moment, Bill, Ellen’s husband, came down the ladder from the loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. “What’s going on? You guys woke me up.” He was wearing only boxer shorts.
Ellen looked up at him. “Sit and watch, if you like. You may not approve, but I’m giving Beth a first hand look at a new adventure, no pun intended,” she said with a wry smile.
Bill looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand conspicuously beneath it, then back at Beth’s spread legs and her gorgeous reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his wife’s behavior. “From time to time she likes to get on the wild side,” he said to no one in particular. “Sit down and watch, if you want,” said Ellen.
Beth hadn’t bargained for more audience. She closed her legs, tightly, not desiring to give Bill the same free show she had been giving me. Ellen recognized her reluctance immediately. Instead of ordering her to open up and display her treasures, however, she merely began massaging Beth’s recently spanked ass cheeks with slowly kneading fingers, working the flesh beneath her fingers like putty. She seemed to know exactly what to do to soothe Beth’s obvious humiliation, leaning forward at the waist and continuing the massage along the backs of Beth’s delicately textured thighs.
She kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of Beth’s legs with a smooth precision. “That feels nice,” Beth sighed, coming out of her stupor.
Purposely, Ellen’s massaging fingers curled around Beth’s lower ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds, opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud. She seemed to be getting Beth used to the idea that it wasn’t necessarily wrong to exhibit herself to three people at the same time.
In time, Beth’s breathing became more labored, the kneading fingers giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly, Ellen leaned forward and placed her hands a bit further between Beth’s tightly closed legs. With the gentlest of urgings, she pushed against the inner thigh muscles and watched as Beth’s legs parted just a little, relaxing her inhibitions.
“You have a beautiful body,” whispered Ellen, abandoning the legs in their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the reddened ass cheeks. Beth’s position allowed a few of the curls of the back of her pussy to peek out from between the ‘V’ of her legs.
Ellen alternated between massaging Beth’s buttocks and lightly scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Beth to begin moaning once more. The moans were a signal to Ellen that her plan was working. She leaned forward, tits hanging downward again, much to my delight, and returned her hands to the insides of Beth’s legs. This time her urging was more insistent. The barrier now broken, I watched the legs open once more. I looked over at Bill. Her was staring right into the opening.
Ellen decided to go for it all, risking losing Beth to pure embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no barriers would be left. She moved her hand along the inside of Beth’s now spread legs, all the way to her hair-filled crotch. She ran the index fingers of her hands along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Beth moaned again. Ellen went for the kill, moving her fingers into the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing the still moist (even more moist than before) vaginal entrance and the engorged clitoral hood.
It was a bold move on Ellen’s part, but the foreplay had left Beth in a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten. Ellen knew she had won, and planted the victory flag by running two fingers into the pink divide and easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening. Beth gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her. Bill and I excitedly watched the two digits slowly disappear into the splayed portal.
“It’s like a lake!” exclaimed Ellen, moving her fingers back and forth inside Beth’s canal. The slurping sound that we all heard was ample evidence that Beth was past the point of no return. Her moans were now loud and prolonged.
Ellen withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her mouth. Incredulously, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-laden digits, tasting Beth’s pungent juices on her tongue. When she took the fingers out of her mouth, she looked back down at the twin spheres beneath her.
“Show me your ass again,” she ordered in a firm, somewhat demanding voice, then watched as Beth unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to Ellen.
“Higher!” demanded Ellen. “Present yourself!”
Beth arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the carpet, poking her ass out smartly. “That’s much better,” said Ellen. “What do you want me to do?”
“Spank me!” cried Beth.
“Reach back and open yourself up first. Show us that cute little button!” Ellen was in complete control now; Beth would be willing to do anything, and she knew it. She felt Beth’s hands work between her own spread legs and then come to rest on the still glowing ass cheeks. Boldly, Beth pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button.
Ellen pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over until her chest was planted in the small of Beth’s back, flattening her breasts against Beth’s body, digging her sex into the upper part of Beth’s naked body. In another instant, her face was inside the parted buns, planting a soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud. Beth screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her, as Ellen worked her tongue into the puckered opening.
Almost as soon as she began, Ellen straightened up and ordered Beth to move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she complied, Ellen drove a hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Beth cried out in pain. Ellen used her hands to pry the lower ass cheeks apart once more, drove her head between the splayed globes, and darted her tongue into the nether portal again. The time Beth’s moan was longer and louder. We couldn’t see what Ellen was doing to Beth’s asshole with her tongue, but whatever it was it was causing her to beat her toes into the carpet.
Ellen lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the rosebud to her heart’s delight. Finally, she straightened up again and drove several more stinging spanks upon the completely reddened ass, causing Beth to emit shrill cries of pain and pleasure.
Ellen continued to alternate the spankings and the lickings, increasing the length of her rimming each time, and increasing the number of hard, cracking slaps with each new round. Beth was now beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious to everyone when her dam broke. For the first time in my life I saw a woman actually squirt out jets of clear cum, flooding the carpet between her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of her pussy.
The look on Ellen’s face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had really done something to my girlfriend that she would never, ever forget. But there was still a look of sexual desire written across her face. She eased herself off of Beth’s back and planted her buttocks on the sofa, then raised her feet off the floor and brought those, as well, to the cushion. The effect was to utterly expose her sex.
She looked down between her own spread legs to the still writhing Beth. Her brow was more furrowed than before. Sexual excitement flushed her face. “Do me!” she ordered.
Beth looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex. She had never even thought of doing it to someone of her own sex, but Ellen had removed every inhibition she had known in the last half-hour. She literally dragged her exhausted body to a kneeling position between Ellen’s invitingly opened legs and plunged her head between them. Ellen bucked her hips upward, forcing her steaming crotch into Beth’s face. Beth gave her all, shaking her head from side to side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and tongue into every nook and cranny of Ellen’s sex.
Ellen was beside herself, moaning loudly, her head thrown back against the sofa. She moved her hand to the top of Beth’s head and tried to guide the incessantly devouring tongue even further into her. She even raised her legs into a wide ‘V’, her toes pointing skyward, as Beth licked the length of her slit and sent her head spinning. “Eat me! Eat me!” she cried, feeling the magic about to happen. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Her entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon wave of sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming body. I had never seen a woman come with such intensity. To my surprise, Beth kept her head between Ellen’s legs even after the initial shock waves had died down, laving her sex with slow, wide swipes of her full tongue, tasting the copious flow of juices running from the steaming cunt.
When it was over, both women stood up, naked and sweating, and embraced, breast-to-breast. Bill moved to Ellen’s side and put his arm around her. Ellen turned to embrace him. Beth looked over at me, red- faced, then walked toward me and planted herself on my lap. Her body was soft and warm and slightly sweaty. We watched as Ellen and Bill went up the ladder to the loft, leaving us alone.
Beth looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap. There were tears in her eyes and she began sniffling. “What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I just embarrassed myself,” she replied, between tiny sniffles.
I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over a nipple that had never been so hard. “You just shone in my eyes,” I said softly, pulling the towel away from lap and throwing it on the floor, allowing my erection to rub against Beth’s thigh.
“Are you serious?”
“Very serious,” I replied. I thought you were great.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she said softly, searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.
“There’s nothing wrong with what you did. The both of you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed watching.”
“You won’t think I’m some kind of slut?”
I laughed. “Do you think I’m bad for masturbating while I was watching the both of you?”
Beth’s eyes lit up. “You didn’t!” she gasped.
“I did,” I confessed.
“Did you….ah….did you….”
I helped her with her shyness. “Did I come?”
“Yes,” she smiled.
“No,” I replied. “I was saving that for you.”
“I’m wanton, David,” she whispered. “I think I’m over-sexed!”
I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. “We have something in common,” I said.
“You’re sure you didn’t come,” she said, sliding her body down mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock.
“Good,” she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar ‘O’. She took the penis into her, sucking it slightly.
“That feels good!” I sighed.
She stopped sucking for a moment. “Don’t be afraid,” she husked.
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of coming in my mouth,” she whispered just before lowering her head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth.
It didn’t take long for her magic to work. She couldn’t have bobbed her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet minute. I didn’t tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, spilling my seed into her as she swallowed each and every drop.