Backside Orgy 1.

 

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, 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, 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 cum. I
feel close already.”

“No! Please, don’t cum 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 cum 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 gone, 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 love-making. 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, that seemed to do the trick. “I’m
coming!” she cried. “I’m coming! YESSSSSSS! FUCK!”

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 cum earlier?”

She laughed also. “You’ll never know, 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, 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, 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-huh,” 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 more and more 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 peek 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 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 he ever get his cock inside you?”

“Very carefully,” I said, and we all laughed.

Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the first
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 tail bone
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. He 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
cum 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 cum?”

“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 cum,” 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.

**

The very next afternoon Beth was washing her hands at
the kitchen sink when I came up behind her and pressed
myself into her rear, putting my hands up underneath
her sweater, feeling and gently squeezing her breasts
through the thin cotton bra.

“You’re getting me started again,” she said.

“Mm-mm,” I mumbled into her hair. I could feel my cock
beginning to grow between her ass cheeks. I knew she
could feel it, too.

Turning around then, she put her arms around my neck,
our mouths found each other, and we pressed our bodies
together, tightly. It was as close as we could get
without actually fucking. I reached down through our
meshed bodies and gently kneaded her skirt-covered
abdomen, pressing lightly just above her pubis.

“Don’t you think the others will miss us?” she husked,
moving her pelvis slightly against my roving
fingertips.

“Let them find something nice to do. I’ve already found
it.”

“I guess you have,” she whispered sexily, frenching me
with her tongue and bringing her hand to the back of my
neck, gently scratching me there with her fingernails
as I boldly moved my fingers lower and cupped her pubis
through the blue denim skirt.

“That’s nice,” she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her
cheek next to mine, gaining access to my super-
sensitive ears. She took the opportunity to blow soft,
warm air into my left ear, sending chills all over my
body.

“Blow in my ear and…”

“And you’ll fuck my brains out,” she interrupted.

“That’s a promise,” I said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” she whispered, breathing her
words against my ear.

Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter.
Her legs were opened as wide as the somewhat tight
denim would allow. When the tip of her tongue found ear
canal to its liking, I nearly busted my gourd.

I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater
which lay loosely around her waist and, in one quick
motion, pulled the soft wool over her girlish breasts,
exposing the plain white cotton bra. She was never one
for really fancy underthings. Someday I would teach her
how to dress sexily underneath her dignified exterior.

“Aren’t you going to take it all the way off,” she
asked, somewhat surprised that I left the sweater
bunched beneath her armpits.

“When I’m ready,” I replied, lowering my head to her
chest and planting my lips right in the center of the
right cup of her bra. The nipple beneath the thin
garment was already turgid. I bit the nubbin lightly,
through the bra cup, causing Beth to moan softly.

There were no more formalities between us. If the
weekend had done nothing, it left us both with the
understanding that we could do anything we wanted to
each other’s bodies. There was no more pretense to our
love-making. We were both surprised to learn that we
would do the same things in front of an audience of our
friends that we would do in the privacy of our bedroom.
There was no longer a need for modesty on either of our
parts.

We were beyond that now. It was the perfect
relationship.

As I gently bit the nipple pf her left breast, I worked
my fingers beneath the strap that ran from cup to cup
in the front of her bra and moved my fingers beneath
the cotton until I found the softness her other breast.
How could I mind if these mounds were only cupcake-
sized? They were sensitive to the Nth degree,
especially her nipples, which I loved to suckle like a
baby.

“It’s a lot more pleasurable if you suck on the real
thing,” she said, reaching behind her back and
unhooking the clasp which held the bra in place. I felt
it loosen over my hand, so I pushed it upward, baring
her breasts, and let it mingle with the sweater still
bunched above her chest. Immediately, I clamped my lips
on an available nipple and sucked greedily, deriving my
own pleasure just listening to the soft moans my
efforts were causing.

I continued sucking on her elongated nipple for several
more delicious moments. She seemed to find the most
enjoyment out of my sucking the nubbin as hard as I
could, drawing it deep into my mouth, then playing a
rhapsody upon it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I
did that little number on her, she drove her loins
against mine, really hard, pressing her pubis against
my cock, dry-humping me.

I tried to pull my lips away from her swollen nubbin,
but she reached behind my head and pulled my face back
into her tit, urging me on with animalistic noises that
seemed to come from deep within her throat.

I was almost afraid to abandon the area for fear of
being smothered by her tit. Finally, I spoke into the
nipple, without pulling my head back. “There is
something else I would like to suck,” I said, placing
my hands on her hips and pulling her lower body into
mine, hoping she would get the hint.

My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Beth’s hands press
downward on my shoulders. “Kneel!” she commanded.

Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees
like a wounded deer, still holding on to her supple
hips. Her skirt-covered abdomen was now inches from my
face. The blue denim called to me. As I felt Beth’s
hand press lightly on the back of my head, I moved my
face forward and planted my still eager lips right over
her pubis, pressing into her skirt with my chin.

“Yes!” she cried as I started chomping on the denim,
dry-eating her.

I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her
hips downward, along her tightly stretched skirt, until
they came to rest on the backs of her knees. As usual,
she wore no stockings. I had told her long ago that
bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against
my mouth as my hands began their upward trek, this time
along the satiny softness of the backs of her thighs.
In the process, I was slowly pushing her skirt higher.
Finally, I had to move my head back to give the
material room to move ever upward.

It wasn’t long before the white ‘V’ of her panty crotch
came into view, and with it, the deliriously wonderful
smell of her sex which I knew had long ago began to
moisten the plain white, silky undies. As my lips moved
toward the reinforced panty crotch, I moved my hands
all the way up the back of her skirt and clasped her
ass, tightly, even being so bold as to move my fingers
beneath the panty leg and feel the warm skin of her
ass.

It was easy, then, to move my lips over her pubis once
more. This time, however, I could feel the thick forest
of curls beneath the thin material, and I used my
tongue to find the swollen clitoral hood, hidden
beneath the panty crotch. With her skirt around her
waist, there was nothing to stop her legs from opening
wider. Without asking her to do so, Beth leaned back
into the counter and opened her legs wide enough for me
to have easy to the entire length of her panty crotch.

“Mmm,” I sighed, “did I ever tell you how much I love
panties?” I planted hundreds of tiny kisses on the
insides of her thighs in between nuzzling my nose or
lips in her sweet-smelling, albeit still protected
snatch.

Beth giggled. “I think you might have mentioned it a
time or two…OH! That feels nice! Kiss me right
there…a little higher…that’s it…perfect…use
your tongue…AHHH!” She pulled my head flush against
her completely moistened panty crotch. I paid special
attention to the clitoris and vaginal entrance as I ate
her right through the silky material.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of crotch
kisses, I stood up. Beth kept her legs well opened, so
I was able to work the head of my penis, still inside
my pants, right up against her box. She wrapped her
arms around my shoulders and hugged me.

“What would you like me to do?” I whispered, my face
just inches from her partly opened mouth.

“What are my choices?” she said with a sexy grin, her
head slightly cocked to the side.

“Well, let’s see…I could pull your panties down and
eat you.”

“Uh-uh.”

“I could pull your panty crotch to the side and fill
you with my cock.”