Backside Orgy 2.

 

“Mmm, which hole would you fill?” she cooed.

I smiled. “What are my choices?”

Beth laughed. “My ass and my…my…”

“Say it!”

She looked so serious now. “It sounds so bad.”

“Say it!” I said quite firmly.

“And my cunt,” she blurted, her face turning a bright
shade of red.

“Say it again, Beth. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you fuck them both — my asshole and my cunt!”
She closed her eyes, obviously embarrassed with
herself. This boldness was new territory for her. We
had come a long way in just a few short months.

“If I can’t do them both, which would you choose?”

“I…I guess my pussy.” She pressed her crotch tightly
against the erection in my pants.

“And what would you do for me?”

“Do I have to say it?” she said in a pleading voice.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I would suck your cock and…”

“Yes?”

“And lick your balls…even your asshole if you want me
to.”

Her face was really red now.

“Undo my belt buckle and unzip my trousers, Beth. Take
my cock out and look at it.” She licked her lower lip,
sensuously, as she slid her body down mine until she
was kneeling on the floor in front of me. There was a
wild, wanton look on her face. The thought passed my
mind for the briefest of seconds that I had created an
insatiable monster these past few days. She seemed
always ready for getting it on now, alone or in front
of others, with me or with one of my friends (male or
female).

Before touching the belt, she leaned forward and kissed
the area of the pants that bulged with my manhood. “I
love to see your cock, your beautiful cock,” she sighed
as she moved her fingers to my belt buckle and deftly
undid it. The waist button was next. Then, using the
fingers of her left hand to hold the waist band in
place, she drew the zipper down with her right hand,
slowly freeing my cock from the tight confinement of my
trousers.

“And what do we have here?” she smiled, parting the
front halves of my pants and pulling them over my hips
and then down my legs, leaving me clad in a shirt and
underpants. I looked down at her; her eyes were fixed
on the swelling in my shorts. The palms of her hands
went to my hips. She licked her lips again.

“An old friend of yours,” I said.

“A close friend of mine,” she retorted.

“How do you greet close friends?”

“Mmm,” she sighed, “with a kiss…with a nice, soft
kiss…” She moved her fingers to the waist band of my
shorts and slowly drew the material over the head of my
skyward pointing cock, only far enough to expose the
flared cockhead, red and waiting.

She leaned her head forward and planted a soft,
dispassionate kiss on the exposed cockhead, a kind of
“How-nice-to-see-you-again” kiss. She then pulled her
head back and, staring right at my tumescent member,
slowly drew the shorts all the way down, pulling them
from side to side until they rested at my thighs, the
moved them the rest of the way down in one smooth
motion. I stepped out of the pants and shorts which had
encircled my feet and kicked the clothes to the side.

I felt really sexy, standing in front of Beth with my
shirt-tail to either side of my standing sword. The way
she affectionately stared at it made me feel good. “You
have a beautiful cock,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

“You know, if we weren’t such good friends, I would pay
you good money to let me suck it for you.”

“How much?” I laughed.

“It’s priceless,” she sighed.

“I’ll have it bronzed,” I quipped.

“Oh, no! It wouldn’t be the same. It’s not only the
hardness, it’s the texture, the color, the feel…”

“Still, it’s only a cock. There are millions of others
like it.”

“Mmm. But this one is my cock!” She grasped the middle
of the shaft in the palm of her right hand and squeezed
it, causing the head to flare even more.

“Look how red it gets when I squeeze it!”

“I guess that sort of normal, Beth.”

“Does it stay all red like that when it’s in my
mouth…or my pussy…or my…ass…?”

“I really can’t say, and I don’t know if there’s really
a way to find out. I mean, I can’t see it when it’s
inside you.”

“Do you think if I sucked on it a little, and then
pulled it out — real quick — if it was red when I
pulled it out it would have been red when it was inside
my mouth?”

I was beginning to become impatient with her joking
around. “Why don’t you just try it,” I said, trying to
sound as exasperated as possible.

“My, aren’t we becoming testy,” she said with just a
slight smile.

“I hate to waste a hard-on,” I said.

Beth looked lovingly at the still erect shaft. “It will
never go to waste as long as I’m around.” She looked up
at me, with those puppy-dog eyes of hers, which seemed
more full of the devil now than I had ever seen. She
licked her lips, sensuously. I gulped, anticipating
that those thick lips soon be wrapped around my cock.

Her gaze went on for several moments. Finally, I lost
my patience. “Suck me, please,” I begged.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said with a broad
smile, pulling the cockhead down until it was almost
perpendicular to my body. I watched her lips form the
familiar ‘O’ I longed for. I wanted to plunge myself
into her, but decided to wait and let her do all the
work. After all, I had waited long enough.

The wait, dear reader, was more than worth it. I don’t
know whom she had been practicing on, and I didn’t
care. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pure, sweet
ecstasy of the moment. She began with something she
never done before — using the tip of her tongue to rim
my pee-hole. She continued that for about a minute,
changing only the amount of pressure she applied to the
endeavor or the rhythm of her tongue, sometimes slow,
sometimes fast. Finishing that, she began sucking the
entire cockhead, once more varying the pace of her
actions. Sometimes, she sucked so hard on the morsel of
meat her cheeks were almost completely caved in. The
feeling was utterly fantastic.

She stopped for a moment, letting my cock slide our of
her mouth, across her lower lip, where I watched a thin
strand of her saliva jump from her lip to my cock. She
looked up at me again. “You like?”

“I like,” I replied. “I like very much.”

She simply smiled and opened her lips once more. This
time she drew the penis all the way inside her mouth,
coating it with a copious amount of her saliva. At the
same time, she placed her fingers under my balls,
cupping them gently, feeling their weightiness,
balancing one and then the other. Then she did
something else she had never done — she took the cock
out of her mouth and went right for my left testicle,
sucking it softly into her mouth and running the tip of
tongue all over it. I groaned loudly from the pure
pleasure of her action.

Having devoured one testicle, she went to work on the
other, sucking it back and forth, teasing it with her
tongue, nibbling on it ever so gently. Then she got
brave — she opened her mouth as wide as she could and
took my entire sack inside it, resuming her sucking and
licking, working the tip of her tongue between the
testicles. She kept it up for a good five minutes, non-
stop, while I revelled in the absolute sexual enjoyment
of it.

When she stopped and looked up at me once more, I am
certain she could tell I was beside myself. “You’re
fucking fantastic!” I gasped.

“Turn around!” she commanded. Her face had a look of
pure desire.

I turned, showing her my hairy butt. I could feel her
eyes on my nakedness. “Bend over a little and spread
your cheeks apart!” she ordered.

I opened my legs a bit more, for balance, then bent at
the waist and moved my hands to my backside. She had
never seen my most private area, nor had she expressed
any interest in it, at least up until now. I felt
funny, prying my ass cheeks apart, exposing my anus to
her.

“Hold still,” she whispered, then moved her head
forward and began kissing, ever so softly, the inside
of the splayed crack of my ass, being careful to avoid,
at least for the present, the puckered ring so near her
lips. She used her tongue to lick the entire length of
my crack, back and forth, perhaps a dozen or more
times, each time stopping just short of the anus. She
seemed to be working up the nerve to do something she
had never done before (though Ellen had already done it
to her).

Her tonguing of my ass crack would have been enough if
she had lost her nerve. I could have turned and pulled
her up to me, pulled her panties down, and stuck it to
her. That alone would have been most enjoyable. I had
almost given up on a rim job when Beth reached around
to my front and grasped my cock, slowly stroking it.
Almost simultaneously, she pursed her lips and
surrounded my anus with them. I moaned loudly. The
feeling was stupendous!

At first, she merely kissed the puckered opening,
building up more of her nerve with each passing moment.
My continuous moans told her I was really enjoying her
work. The dual sensation of a hand job and an anal kiss
was as pleasurable a time I had had sexually in many
years. I didn’t want it to ever stop. But the best was
yet to come!

Beth’s tongue moved out of her mouth slowly, almost
imperceptibly. It took me several seconds to realize
that the tip of her tongue was actually tickling my
anus. Her movements were subtle, calculated to increase
my pleasure by the tiniest of degrees. Had she just
plunged her tongue into me, the sensations wouldn’t
have been so agonizingly wonderful. What she was doing
was leading me, in her own way, millimeter by
millimeter, into an ecstasy I had never known.

Then she did another thing that no woman had ever done
to me until now — she actually sucked my anus into her
mouth! “AHHHHHHHH!” I cried out. The feeling was
exquisite, exquisite beyond any words I can use to
describe it. I know she had never done this to anyone,
yet the pleasures she was giving me paled before
everything else that had ever happened to me sexually.

When she began to slowly work the tip of tongue into
the center of my anal opening, to begin the actual
rimming of my asshole, I thought I would faint from the
sheer enjoyment of it. I could actually feel my ring
expanding as her tongue went deeper and deeper into me.
Women had tried to do similar things to me in the past,
but none came close to Beth was doing to me now. Not
satisfied with having penetrated me, she soon began
pistoning her tongue in and out of my anus with varying
rhythms and speeds. I derived the greatest pleasure
when she kind of wiggled her tongue as it moved forward
into my lower rectum.

She was insatiable once more, unrelenting in her desire
to feed her tongue into my greedy asshole. I knew the
exquisite pleasures she was giving me, from front and
back, would soon take their toll, and it did. “Beth!
I’m going to cum!” I cried.

Instead of relaxing, she pumped my cock faster and
drove her tongue further into me than I would have
thought possible. I shall never forget the unbelievable
feeling of my asshole contracting around her tongue as
I came in torrents, spilling my sperm on the linoleum
floor below. Having spent, I literally dropped to the
floor in a tired heap, completely exhausted.

Beth excused herself and went to the bathroom, where
she cleaned up and returned. She had taken the time to
fix herself up, straightening out her sweater,
refastening her bra, and pulling her skirt back into
place. I started to get up, but she knelt beside me for
a briefly and whispered in my ear, “You’re not done
yet.” Her breath smelled of mouthwash.

I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my
cock at half- staff. She smiled as she cradled my head
in her right arm. “I’m not done yet,” I repeated, my
face turning quizzical.

“Don’t you have something for me?” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She gently eased my head to the
floor and stood up. From my prone position, I had a
worms-eye view of the world, and that world included a
perfect look right up her blue denim skirt, all the way
to the white-pantied crotch. Not satisfied that I could
see all that she was willing to show me, she shifted
her legs to either side of my head, straddling it,
improving my vantage. The picture was delightful!

“I like the view from here,” I said.

Looking down at me, she smiled, wickedly. “I’ll bet you
do.

Most men would give their left testicle to be where you
are.” Her hands were on her hips. She was queen of the
mountain. Was I her willing slave?

“Why am I getting the view for free? Do I have to give
up my testicle?” Beth’s panties were caught in her
crotch, offering me a nice look at the outline of her
cuntal crack.

“It’s not for free, you’ll have to pay for it, but I
need your balls for other things.”

“I’m broke. I can’t pay for it.”

“You don’t need money — just stick out your tongue.” I
played her silly game, sticking my tongue out.

Beth sing-songed a little, “Open you mouth and close
your eyes and you will get a big surprise!” I hadn’t
heard it since I was five years old. I opened my mouth,
allowing my tongue to wag like a worm on a hook. Who
knows what kinds of fish might swim in these waters! I
refused to close my eyes, however. Giving up this view
would be pure torture.

Beth hiked her dress well up her bare, white legs,
exposing even more of the front and back of her silky,
white panties. I felt my loins begin to stir once more
as my cock, as if on cue, began to spring back to life.
“Mmm, we seem to be growing bigger again!” she
exclaimed, her eyes fastened on my growing member.

“Reflexive action,” I acknowledged.

“Play with it,” she said, quite nonchalantly. At first
I didn’t comprehend what she had asked me to do.

“Excuse me?”

“Play with your cock — make it nice and hard for me,”
she said, this time with a voice barely above a
whisper.

I didn’t need much encouragement. No matter what I did,
I knew I would be the recipient of some great sex. Our
relationship was filled with that now, and I loved
every moment. I grasped my cock in my left hand and
began milking it, slowly, while I looked up and enjoyed
the lovely sights between her legs.

“Squeeze it more tightly,” she husked. “Keep your
tongue out!”

If my hand stroking my now almost fully erect penis was
a catalyst for more sex, my tongue was the bait, and
Beth knew it. Ever so slowly, without taking her eyes
from me masturbatory activities, she began to lower her
ass and crotch closer and closer to my face as she
worked herself into a squatting position. Her widening
legs pulled the panties-crotch out of her cuntal crack
and spread the reinforced silk to either side of her
crotch. Only a few dark brown curls peeked out of the
sides of the white material.

“Move your hand faster,” she husked. “I like to watch
you jerk off.”

I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on my
shaft, not feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment.
To the contrary, I kind of enjoyed putting on a little
show for her. If that’s what turned her on, I would do
it forever. She moved her crotch even closer to my
waiting face, stopping sort of plastering me with her
sex. I could smell her now, that familiar 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.

“Where else?”

I gulped. She was leading me on now. “In your ass, if
you want me to.” Since she had already done it to me,
reciprocating might be fun. “Do I have a choice?”

“No,” she replied. “The choice is mine. Your choice was
to bring me here this weekend and turn me inside out.
I’m a totally different woman now than I was two days
ago. There is nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Whatever her choice was, I wanted her to make it soon.
Her womanly smells were intoxicating me; I was like a
dog in heat. “Let me suck your cunt, Beth!” I pleaded.

In an instant, she smothered me with her hairy crotch,
pressing her sex against my face, covering my nose and
lips and cheeks with the copious flows of her cunt. I
shoved my tongue into her vagina like a man possessed.
She screamed out loud and began moving her crotch in a
slow, sexy, circular motion over my ensconced tongue,
spreading more of her juices over my face.

As I felt for every nook and cranny inside the warm,
dark opening, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. As I
tongued her for all I was worth, she pulled my shirt to
the side, having unbuttoned it completely, and began
scratching my chest lightly with her fingernails. I
knew I couldn’t cum 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 animalistic sounds.

Then, almost as soon as it had started, it stopped.
Beth pushed herself into a standing position and moved
off slightly to the side, removing the glorious worms-
eye view I had had of her now steaming crotch. Her
completely flushed face was somewhat contorted; I could
almost see her mind racing with sexual thoughts.

“Follow me!” she ordered, then turned and walked toward
the living room.

Shedding my shirt which she had thoughtfully
unbuttoned, I followed her. Her skirt had fallen back
into place; I admired the way it fit over her tight
little ass. I felt odd, me being entirely naked and her
being entirely clothed, as we moved into the living
room. As she turned to face me, I stopped. Her eyes
darted immediately to my erection.

“Come closer to me,” she commanded. I felt like I was
completely under her power.

As I neared her, she brought her eyes to my face. Our
eyes met. Using only my thoughts, hoping that somehow
she could read my mind, I told her I wanted to fuck her
brains out. Her lips broke into an understanding smile.
“Strip me,” she said. “Make me naked for you.”

I wasted no time in moving my hands to the bottom of
her sweater. I drew it swiftly upward, over her head,
then up and over her raised hands. Throwing it on a
nearby chair, I turned my attention back to her. I had
seen sexier bras, and I had seen cups that were filled
much more, but Beth knew how much I adored her bite-
sized breasts and super-sensitive nipples. I moved
closer to her and put my arms around her back, quickly
locating the hooked strap. In the process, my erection
brushed lightly against her skirt-covered thigh.

I fumbled slightly with the catch, then finally
unhooked it. Beth’s girlish tits sprang into view as
she bra slid down her arms onto the floor, falling like
a handkerchief. Her pink nipples were already
elongated, looking so inviting in the center the darker
areola. I wanted to suck them immediately, but wanted
her naked even more.

The denim skirt had no belt. There was a button just
under her tummy and a zipper beneath, somewhat like a
man’s. I put one hand inside the waist band of the
skirt as Beth obligingly held her stomach in, while I
used my free hand to unbutton and unzip her. The
material parted into a wide ‘V’, exposing her upper
abdomen and the top of her white panties. I pushed the
skirt downward, over her hips, past the bikini-styled
undies, then watched it fall of its own accord in a
circle around her feet.

When my cock accidentally brushed against Beth’s now
bare thigh, she looked up at me and grinned,
sheepishly. “It gets in the way sometimes,” she said
with a slight smile, lowering her head to gaze upon it
once more.

I admired the fullness of her pubic region, how her
mons-veris seemed to fill her panties so completely.
She was one of the few women I had known who really
knew how to carry themselves when they were naked. It
was perfectly natural to her that I placed my thumb
inside the waistband of her tightly clinging silky-
whites and drew them over her hips. I knelt I one knee
to complete the task of lowering them to her feet where
she helped me shed them for her.

I remained kneeling, for the moment, my face inches
from Beth’s now naked abdomen, and gazed upon the
delicate beauty of the thick patch of dark brown curls
which adorned her pubic region. I felt her hand touch
the top of my head and thought she was going to pull my
face into the curly forest. Surely she knew I was
admiring her treasures there.

Instead, she whispered, “Stand up, I want to feel you
next to me.”

We had one thing in common — an appreciation of the
joy one feels when one naked person embraces a
similarly undressed person. The feeling of thigh
meeting thigh, the hardness of the erection against the
softness of the female abdomen, the sensation of a
woman’s pubic hairs pressing against your leg, the joy
of her breasts flattened against your chest, gave
strong sexual urges to the both of us.

“I love you,” I whispered. It was the first time I had
told her so.

“I love you, too.” We kissed, timidly at first, then
with increasing intensity as we pushed our abdomens
into one another’s.

“I like you naked,” I said into her mouth, not even
breaking the kiss.

“You’re so hard!” she husked, pressing her pubis even
harder into mine in order to punctuate her statement.
“I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Let’s go to the sofa,” I suggested.

“I want you to do something first.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you remember what Ellen did to me?”

“You mean last night?”

“Yes,” she demurely replied, her head lowered in
embarrassment.

“How could I forget,” I said.

“Would you do that for me, too? I think I would like
that.” She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them.
It was a sensual gesture, partly out of shyness.

“You mean to spank you or to use my tongue on your
anus?”

Beth blushed, profusely. Her eyes looked pensive. “How
about both?” she finally blurted.

I smiled. “If you want me to.”

“I want,” she said, her voice soft as the morning. “I’m
clean there; I washed extra good all over when I took a
shower earlier.”

“I wasn’t worried about it,” I said with a slight
smile.

She broke our embrace and turned 180 degrees, facing
away from me. It was obvious that she wanted me to
examine the cute little buns that I would soon be
enjoying. “Kneel on the sofa cushion,” I implored, then
watched her walk on padded feet to the velvet-cushioned
settee. Her ass looked particularly inviting as she
mounted the sofa, planting her knees on the cushion.

She turned her head to the side and looked back at me.
“Like this?” she asked.

“Poke your buns out more,” I suggested. “That’s
it…and open your legs just a little…Good…Oh,
Beth, your ass is exquisite.”

She giggled like a teenager. “Are you sure you want to
go through with this, David?”

“I’m sure,” I replied. “Open yourself up for me.”

She threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer to
her, my hard-on raging. “You mean…”

Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I said, quite firmly,
“I mean spread your ass cheeks — now!”

She blushed once more, turning her head away from me,
facing the front. Her hands moved to her delectable
buns. She mumbled something unintelligible as she used
four fingers of each hand to pry apart the two globes.
There was her anus once more, round, puckered,
crinkled, light pink in 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?”

“Of course.”

“I want you to make it hurt even more.”

I looked at her, wide-eyed. “She was spanking you
pretty hard.

It would be difficult for me to…”

“You have a belt on your pants?” she interrupted.

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Yes,” I replied.

“Use it!” she begged.

At first I thought she was kidding, but the look in
eyes, that assertive glance, told me different. “You
want me to whip you with my belt?” I asked, somewhat
incredulously.

“If you don’t want to…”

“Oh, no,” I interjected. “I just wanted to understand
what you were saying.”

“If I need to make it more obvious, I will. I want you
to use you belt on my ass. Double it up in your fist
and wail away. I really want you to, David.” She was
doing more than pleading, she was begging. I bent down
and picked up my pants, then drew the leather belt
through the loops. Beth looked back at me, still
blushing, as I doubled the inch-wide leather in my
hand.

“How hard?” I asked.

“As hard as you want,” she husked.

“What if the others come in?”

She smiled, wickedly. “Won’t they be surprised!!!” She
arched her back and presented her lovely buns. They
were mine to do whatever I wanted with.

I watched Beth bite her lower lip, nervously. She
looked at me once more. “Don’t hold back,” she
whispered. “I want it to hurt.”

I had no idea how badly she wanted it to hurt. When I
drew my arm back and gave her what I thought was a
fairly good whack with the leather belt, right across
the center of her ass, she jumped slightly and gave out
with a quick, shrill cry. Her buns rippled slightly,
and a red welt appeared instantly.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said, quite matter-of-factly.
“Can you do it a bit harder?”

“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.

“It gives me a nice glow, David. It doesn’t hurt that
bad; it sort of hurts nice,” she laughed.

She had to be serious. She really didn’t want me to
hold back. My fear of hurting her too much was pretty
much overcome by her seeming indifference to the first
stroke against her split pumpkin. “If I didn’t double
it up, it would sting like hell,” I told her.

“No, not yet. Work me up to it, slowly. Show me how
strong you are with the belt like that first.”

“All right. It’s your rear end.” I reached back and
gave her another good, hard lash. The loud crack of
leather against flesh resounded throughout the room.
She screamed again, louder this time. I knew it had to
have hurt her more than the first one.

She was breathing quite heavily now, waiting for the
pain in her ass cheeks to turn to the glowing tingle
she yearned for. “That’s better,” she said, taking a
deep breath and then letting it out. “Whew! What a
glow!”

“Your buns are starting to turn red as a beet,” I said.

“I know. I can feel the heat! I hope you’re enjoying
this as much as I am.”

I admitted to myself that it was sort of fun letting
out some of pent- up aggressions and nervousness. “I
hope you don’t get mad at me later for doing this.”

Beth laughed. “The only time I’ll get mad is if you get
wimpy or scared and start to hold back. Can you do it
just a teensy bit harder?”

“You’re a glutton for punishment,” I quipped.

“I guess I am. Turn up the heat, baby!”

This time I held nothing back, driving the belt across
her lower ass with such force that as she screamed she
lunged forward into the sofa. Her ass rippled like
crazy. She quickly brought the palms of her hands to
the glowing fire at her backside, trying to rub and
soothe the pain away.

“Oh, that one hurt!” she blurted.

“I was afraid it was getting too much,” I said
apologetically.

“Hey, who said it was too much. That’s just about
right. You’re not going to believe this, but that last
one made me cum just a little. This is fantastic!”

“What kind of a monster have I created this weekend?”

Beth laughed, despite the pain that was still burning
her buttocks. “A very sexual one,” she replied. “Of
course, if you can’t do it, there’s always Bill…”

I think she made the last comment to stir me up. She
was really asking for it now. Without telling her, I
let the belt loop drop from my hand, watching the
double strand become one. I knew this one would sting
like hell.

“Move your hands away from your ass!” I ordered.

Even as she moved her hands off of her gorgeous ass, I
was moving my arm back and taking aim at the
delectable, perfectly rounded globes. This time I heard
the belt whistle through the air just before it landed
sharply across the sensitive backs of her thighs. The
crack of leather against skin and ear-piercing scream
melded into one. The force of the stroke caused her to
fall on her side crying “AHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!” between
labored breaths.

“Do you still want Bill?” I shouted over her cries.

“I was just kidding. OH! My legs are on fire! OH! That
one hurt like hell!”

I think I was finally getting to her. She wasn’t nearly
as uppity now. I was in control of the situation at
last. “Get back up on your knees. Present yourself!” I
commanded.

She literally dragged herself back to a kneeling
position, then bent at the waist and arched her back,
raising her ass invitingly upward once more. The last
stroke had left an ugly red welt across the backs of
her thighs. “Do you want more?” I shouted.

“I…I don’t know. It hurts like the dickens,” she
whimpered.

I figured she had had enough. There would be other
times for me to test her threshold of pain. I knew what
she liked now, what she needed. My erection needed
something of its own right now. I moved directly behind
her. “Open your legs wider!”

Obediently, she spread her legs wider, gaping her fig.
“You’re not going to whip my pussy!” she cried.

“I should, to teach you a lesson, but I have other
plans for you. Reach back between your legs with your
hand.” I watched her hand pop out between her parted
legs. I bent my knees slightly and eased my cock into
her waiting fingers. She grasped me tightly, then
stroked the tumescent pole.

“I love your cock,” she husked.

“Put it in your cunt,” I demanded. It was the first
time she had ever heard me refer to her sex in such
vulgar terms.

“I’d like for you to do my ass,” she begged.

“I intend to. I need your pussy for lubrication. Put it
in!” Beth pulled the phallus toward her gaping pussy,
centered it beneath her vagina, then helped me ease it
into her. Her hole was as hot as I’d ever known it!

“Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me,
baby. All the way in!” I shoved myself all the way
inside her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs
against hers, allowing them to mingle.

“Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me,
baby. All the way in!” I shoved myself all the way
inside her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs
against hers, allowing them to mingle with hers,
working my pubic bone against her clitoral area. She
pushed her sex against me, straining to arouse her
clit. I pumped her, slowly at first, then increased the
rhythm, then decreased it. Sometimes I shoved it deep
inside and held it there while she bucked her vagina up
and down on it, while other times I rode the crest of
her undulating hips as we fucked in unison.

The weekend had changed Beth. She was no longer
reticent about saying what she wanted or doing things
she probably would not have dreamed of doing only a few
weeks ago. Our relationship had changed also. I knew
now that she would find nothing wrong with my making
love to some other girl in front of her, nor would I
find fault if she wanted to screw my best friend. We
both knew we would always come back to each other. As I
fucked her, I felt a closeness that I hadn’t felt in a
long, long time.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, or not?” she said with a
slight laugh, but I knew she wasn’t kidding.

“What’s your hurry? You feel great right here!” I
exclaimed, stuffing her box once more, knowing that my
teasing her would make her want me in her other opening
all the more.

“You promised, David,” she husked as her breathing
became conspicuously heavier. She was almost begging.

“Reach back and open yourself up for me,” I ordered,
then watched her hands move to her lower ass cheeks and
obediently pry the two halves apart, exposing the
crinkled ‘O’ to my leering eyes.

“More,” I insisted. “The wider you spread, the better
I’ll make you feel.”

She felt no inhibitions whatsoever about showing me her
most private of areas. She seemed eager to put her anus
on display, and did she ever! Using primarily the
middle fingers of each hand, she pressed into either
side of the rosebud and spread the petals apart. “Like
this?” she asked.

“That’s nice, Beth. I like that. I’ve never seen you so
open.”

“I’m opening it for your cock, David. Your beautiful,
beautiful cock. It’s hungry for you inside there.
Please put it in. Please!”

I withdrew my glistening manhood from Beth’s steaming
pussy while she continued to expose my next target. I
moved the head of my cock between the widely opened ass
cheeks and touched the splayed anus with the cockhead.
“AHHH!” cried Beth at the first touch of my member
there.

“It seems awful tight,” I said.

“I can take it. I don’t care if it hurts. Just put it
in slowly. Oh, yes…slowly…AHHHH! I can feel it
going inside me, David!” I began taking her asshole,
millimeter by millimeter. “UH! It hurts just a little!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Please!” she cried simultaneously with a loud
breath. “Just keep easing it like you are. OH! It feels
so big, so fucking big!”

I watched the cockhead slowly move into the expanding
sphincter, while Beth moaned and groaned. She kept her
hips quite still, making me do all the work. Finally, I
saw the head become completely swallowed by the tight
anal mouth. “The head is in!” I triumphantly exclaimed.

“Oh, shit, does that feel good! Even the pain feels
good, David.

It hurts so nice! How does it feel to you, baby?”

“Tight, tight, tight!” I continued my upward pressure,
feeling the anus tighten its grip on me as my shaft
inched into the sensational opening. Beth was beside
herself once more, making those purely animalistic
sounds I had come to learn were the precursors of a
building orgasm. I was half-way in now, and she was
moaning softly, from deep within her throat.

The remaining part of the journey deep into Beth’s
soft-tissued rectum was a piece of cake. With the
sphincter relaxing with each passing moment, the path
yielded no resistance. Still, she did not move,
allowing me the pleasure of filling her completely
before doing anything herself. The excursion into her
ass was pure ecstasy! Before I knew it, my pubic hairs
were pressing flat against her anal region.

“It’s in all the way, Beth,” I said with a sound of
satisfaction in my tone.

“I can’t tell you how fucking good it feels. Oh, baby!
I never knew it could be like this!”

I felt her anus contract once or twice around the
shaft. “Mmm, I like that,” I whispered.

“David, I want to try something. Do you know how I can
sort of milk your cock with my pussy? You know,
squeezing it while you’re inside me?”

“Yes.”

“I want to try it with my ass. It might even be easier
because I can squeeze you tighter with my anus.”

Who was I to argue with such logic. “What do you want
me to do?” I asked.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am going to do it all
for you.” She let go of the cheeks she had been
spreading, letting the soft flesh encompass my
ensconced prick. “Just stay perfectly still and enjoy.”

An enjoy I did! During the next five or ten minutes,
Beth treated me to the most fantastic sex I had ever
known! As I remained unmoving, she started to work her
impaled ass over my cock, up and down, from side to
side, back and forth, in a slow, sexy circular pattern,
all the while expanding the rubbery portal which had
now accommodated my phallus. Then she did something no
woman had ever done to me — she worked the shaft all
the way into her hot rectum and, once she had done
that, began contracting the anal muscle upon it with
ever tightening grips.

To make matters ever better, she began contracting her
anus like that in sensual movements all the way up the
shaft, using an upward shifting of her hips to kind of
draw me into her slightly, and then milking the sword
with her contractions. It was like a blow job with her
asshole! The sensations, as she moved her tightening
anus upward, were, to put it mildly,
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 cum, Beth!” I shouted.

“Okay, baby! I’ll help you. Let it happen! Cum 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.