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.
“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.
“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 reinf***ed 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 odor 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.
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 vigor and enthusiasm, causing her to make all sorts of a****listic 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 anothers.
“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.”
“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 color. 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?”
“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 k**ding, 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 f***e 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 f***e of the stroke caused her to fall on her side crying “AHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!” between labored breaths.
“Do you still want Bill?” I shouted over her cries.
“I was just k**ding. 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 k**ding.
“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 a****listic 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?”
“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, unfuckingbelievable!
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.