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                                      BETH


      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
                         come.  I feel close already."
     "No! Please, don't come yet!  You just put it in, you haven't really
                      fucked me yet.  Can you hold off?"
               "I'll try.  I can't tell you how good it feels!"
     "The pain is subsiding," she said.  "Give it just a few more seconds
                  and you can start moving in and out a bit."
                    "I'll come for sure, then," I pleaded.
         "No you won't.  If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"
       Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say the
   backside of Beth, I knew that I would want to take her anally, and often,
    again.  Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning was sufficient
    incentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my seed inside
                                     her.
    My reward for holding off?  Pure ecstasy!  With the pain all but 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!"
     Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume from her
    orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with spurt after
    spurt from my sheathed sword.  It was, without a doubt, one of the best
         fucks I had had in long time.  I hoped she felt the same way.
     We both came down slowly.  I didn't dare withdraw myself from her.  I
   just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling every once
  in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we
  had just done.  Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto
       the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending.
      Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to
   belly, chest to chest.  She wrapped her arms around my back and held me.
     She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling.  "That was
                         great," she whispered sexily.
               I smiled.  "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."
      "I had no idea I could get that turned on back there.  I guess I'm
                          what you call anal-erotic."
      I laughed.  "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I had
                                come earlier?"
       She laughed also.  "You'll never knew, my sweet David, will you?"
     "I guess I never will."  When our lips met, her tongue went right for
   my tonsils.  She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating
     that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her
                          wonderfully tight derriere.
        I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she
   slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my semi-
    erect penis.  Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager
               mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.
         "Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.
       "Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your
                              door," she quipped.
          "So you're equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?"
     "Sort of," she giggled.  "I mean, show me a new way to get off, like
    you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more."
     I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I
   had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them
          apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the sofa.
                       "What are you doing, young man?"
      "I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, searching for her anal
      button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward
    slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to
                            play back there again.
         "Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier
   question.  She squeezed my cock tightly, 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-uh," replied Ellen with a broad smile.
     A pensive look, quite serious look came over Beth's face.  "At first,
   it hurt a lot.  I thought the bastard was going to split me in two.  But
    after a while, I became quite used to it.  I really wanted it inside me
    after the pain went away.  It's such a different, filling sensation, to
                         have something in your ass."
     "Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of waiting
                   until now," I said, only partly in jest.
    "It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago.  Just think, I've
             missed all that time.  Have you ever done it, Ellen?"
     It was Ellen's turn to blush.  She lowered her head in embarrassment.
                       "Yes," she whispered in response.
      "What are you acting so shy about?" laughed Beth.  "You didn't like
                                     it?"
     "Mmmm.  I loved it.  I've been turned on by...you know...anal things
   ever since I was a teenager.  Man, I don't believe I'm talking so openly
                                  about it."
                 "You better define 'anal things,'" said Beth.
     Ellen really blushed at that question.  "Well, I like to do things to
       people's....uh...asses, and I like to have things done to mine."
        "Like what?" asked Beth.  Ellen had really piqued her interest.
    "Like....."  There was a long, pregnant pause.  I could almost see her
   mind thinking.  "Like having my anus....ah.....what's the term?..."  She
  seemed to be searching for just the right words.  "Ah, you know...rimmed,"
    she blurted.  She paused for a moment, quiet and pensive.  "Do you know
                               what that means?"
                "I don't think so," said Beth, quite honestly.
      "It's like when someone licks you back there....with their tongue."
                        Her face was red as a beet now.
       "I see," said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began to
                         become 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 peak its head through the towel over my lap.
               Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.
      Ellen looked straight into Beth's eyes.  "Would you like me to show
                         you something very special?"
           Beth gulped.  She thought for a few moments.  "I'm game."
      Ellen turned her head and looked at me.  "May I borrow her for few
                                   minutes?"
           "Oh, yes...Of course.  I'll leave."  I started to get up.
     "Why don't you stay and enjoy the show," said Ellen sexily.  "I don't
                            mind if Beth doesn't."
     Beth looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes.  I could read
  the sexual excitement in them.  "Maybe he'll get some new ideas," she said,
  giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for me to remain and watch.
       "He just might," said Ellen, pulling apart the sash on her robe,
  letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a good deal of
    her ample breasts.  She looked over at me for a brief second, as if she
    were pondering her next move, then stood and nonchalantly shed the robe
  completely, dropping it fall to the floor at her feet, before sitting back
    down.  It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had to
   adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite pretty ladies in
             front of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on!
     My eyes darted from Ellen's full, hanging breasts, with their silver
    dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown
  triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower abdomen.
     She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view.  To the
   contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than adequate body
  off for me (and, I'm sure, for Beth as well).  I made a mental note to ask
  Ellen later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her treasures
  look.  The growth of her curls was quite sparse; in fact, I found it quite
   amazing that Beth's thick forest of much darker curls completely hid her
    cuntal slit, whereas the thin crack of Ellen's pussy was quite visible
                              through the hairs.
     Ellen devoured Beth with her soft, bluish-green eyes.  Her voice was
       soft as the morning.  "Would you like me to give you a rim job?"
     Beth seem mesmerized by this woman.  She managed only to nod her head
   in affirmation.  Her hand was just below Ellen's melon-like right breast.
   For a second, I thought she was going to cup it.  I tried to imagine her
   doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my little trick didn't
      work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath the hanging globe.
     "Kneel on the floor.  Rest the top of your body on the sofa cushion,"
           said Ellen, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.
      Beth curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the still
       seated woman.  I loved her nakedness.  My cock was now throbbing.
     Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got a good grip on
            myself.  This is one show I knew I would really enjoy.
       "Like this?" asked Beth, moving to a kneeling position at the far
   right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the blue
            velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.
     "That's just fine," said Ellen, sliding off the sofa and moving to a
                        seated position to Beth's left.
      Ellen leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Beth's hip.
         "So this is what you had to work with.  What a perfect ass!"
    I thought to myself, "How true!" as I watched Ellen place the palms of
    her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeeze the pure
              white flesh.  "Mmm, that feels good," husked Beth.
    "It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you.  She
  leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while
  she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth's ass, raising tiny goose-
                      bumps across the alabaster surface.
        Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth.  "Oh, that feels nice!"
    "It's called the warm-up," said Ellen, running the tips of her fingers
  in a straight line inside the crack of Beth's buttocks, all the way down to
     the anal region.  She was careful, however, not to touch the recently
   deflowered rosebud.  It was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every
     ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really
                                   pounced.
    Beth's breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes along
    the inside of the ass crack.  "I hope you're not too modest," she said,
    "you're boyfriend is about to get an eyeful."  I didn't comprehend the
   meaning of her words until I watched Ellen move her hands to Beth's lower
    ass.  Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two
   halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that I
                         had only recently deflowered.
     "I've never felt so exposed," said Beth, feeling both of our eyes on
    her most private area.  She kept her head uplifted and stared straight
                                    ahead.
                "Relax," whispered Ellen.  "We're all friends."
     "Friends usually don't examine each other's assholes," quipped Beth.
      "I like to look at yours," said Ellen.  "It looks so tiny.  How did
                      her ever get his cock inside you?"
                 "Very carefully," I said, and we all laughed.
       Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist to invade
  Beth's most private area.  She looked at me with a slight look of disdain.
   "Men don't know how to take good care of a woman's ass.  It takes a woman
                               to do it right."
     Beth immediately became defensive.  "I think he did just fine just a
             few minutes ago.  I'm still tingling inside my ass."
      Ellen got more perturbed.  She turned back and examined the opened
   anal region.  "Wait until I finish with you, honey.  I'll make you forget
                               about his cock."
     She seemed bent on proving to Beth that she could better satisfy her
   sexual needs than I could.  It was a contest now, between me and her.  I
   had already played my part, now it was her turn.  It didn't really matter
  who was better--Beth was the real winner of the contest because all she had
                         to do was sit back and enjoy.
     For the rest of the session, Ellen completely ignored me, blocking me
  from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand--giving Beth the best
  anal sex she was capable of giving.  She ordered Beth to stretch out on the
  carpet, prone, on her tummy.  She did so, making a lovely picture with her
    cute, curved ass and tightly closed legs.  She was perpendicular to the
    sofa, her head almost touching its base.  Ellen then turned and sort of
  squatted over Beth's naked back, placing her knees on either side of Beth's
  ribs.  From my vantage point, almost directly behind my prone girlfriend's
     feet, I had a nice view of Ellen's light-haired pubic area, which she
    didn't seem to mind.  Her boobs swayed from side to side with even the
           slightest of movements; her nipples were dark and erect.
         Ellen leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang
   delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on the
   back of Beth's upturned thighs.  "Open your legs!" she commanded, urging
  her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh.
   Beth obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be baring the length of
   her hairy crotch to the both of us--Ellen from above and me from behind.
  In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness of
   her slit.  Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence
   that the anticipation of her sexual involvement with another woman was a
                             real turn-on for her.
      "Raise your ass up!" ordered Ellen.  Beth obliged once more, poking
    the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of smooth, white
                                    flesh.
     To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Ellen raised the
  palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the right buttock
   a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking sound.  Beth screamed
   out, "OUCH!  That hurt!" and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was
   once again flush with the floor.  Immediately, a red blush appeared where
                          the hand had met her flesh.
    "It's supposed to," husked Ellen, knowing that her straddling position
    over Beth's back prevented her from easily escaping any further blows.
                            "Get your ass back up!"
      Without a word of protest, Beth presented her 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.  Her was staring right into the opening.
          Ellen decided to go for it all, risking losing Beth to pure
  embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no barriers would be
   left.  She moved her hand along the inside of Beth's now spread legs, all
  the way to her hair-filled crotch.  She ran the index fingers of her hands
  along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting
    flesh.  Beth moaned again.  Ellen went for the kill, moving her fingers
  into the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing the
  still moist (even more moist than before) vaginal entrance and the engorged
                                clitoral hood.
     It was a bold move on Ellen's part, but the foreplay had left Beth in
  a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten.  Ellen knew she had won, and
   planted the victory flag by running two fingers into the pink divide and
     easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening.  Beth
   gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her.  Bill and I excitedly
       watched the two digits slowly disappear into the splayed portal.
    "It's like a lake!" exclaimed Ellen, moving her fingers back and forth
     inside Beth's canal.  The slurping sound that we all heard was ample
    evidence that Beth was past the point of no return.  Her moans were now
                              loud and prolonged.
     Ellen withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her mouth.
     Incredulously, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-laden digits,
  tasting Beth's pungent juices on her tongue.  When she took the fingers out
      of her mouth, she looked back down at the twin spheres beneath her.
      "Show me your ass again," she ordered in a firm, somewhat demanding
   voice, then watched as Beth unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to
                                    Ellen.
                "Higher!" demanded Ellen.  "Present yourself!"
       Beth arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the
    carpet, poking her ass out smartly.  "That's much better," said Ellen.
                         "What do you want me to do?"
                            "Spank me!" cried Beth.
       "Reach back and open yourself up first.  Show us that cute little
   button!"  Ellen was in complete control now; Beth would be willing to do
    anything, and she knew it.  She felt Beth's hands work between her own
  spread legs and then come to rest on the still glowing ass cheeks.  Boldly,
           Beth pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button.
     Ellen pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over until her
     chest was planted in the small of Beth's back, flattening her breasts
   against Beth's body, digging her sex into the upper part of Beth's naked
  body.  In another instant, her face was inside the parted buns, planting a
     soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud.  Beth screamed out, as if a jolt of
    lightning had struck her, as Ellen worked her tongue into the puckered
                                   opening.
    Almost as soon as she began, Ellen straightened up and ordered Beth to
   move her hands away from her ass.  As soon as she complied, Ellen drove a
  hard slap onto the exposed flesh.  Beth cried out in pain.  Ellen used her
   hands to pry the lower ass cheeks apart once more, drove her head between
    the splayed globes, and darted her tongue into the nether portal again.
  The time Beth's moan was longer and louder.  We couldn't see what Ellen was
  doing to Beth's asshole with her tongue, but whatever it was it was causing
                     her to beat her toes into the carpet.
    Ellen lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the rosebud to
  her heart's delight.  Finally, she straightened up again and drove several
  more stinging spanks upon the completely reddened ass, causing Beth to emit
                      shrill cries of pain and pleasure.
         Ellen continued to alternate the spankings and the lickings,
   increasing the length of her rimming each time, and increasing the number
  of hard, cracking slaps with each new round.  Beth was now beside herself,
       making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing
  tremulously.  It was obvious to everyone when her dam broke.  For the first
     time in my life I saw a woman actually squirt out jets of clear cum,
  flooding the carpet between her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of
                           her entire spasming body.
      "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking
     them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of her pussy.
       The look on Ellen's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had
   really done something to my girlfriend that she would never, ever forget.
   But there was still a look of sexual desire written across her face.  She
  eased herself off of Beth's back and planted her buttocks on the sofa, then
   raised her feet off the floor and brought those, as well, to the cushion.
                   The effect was to utterly expose her sex.
       She looked down between her own spread legs to the still writhing
   Beth.  Her brow was more furrowed than before.  Sexual excitement flushed
                       her face.  "Do me!" she ordered.
       Beth looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex.  She had never even
  thought of doing it to someone of her own sex, but Ellen had removed every
  inhibition she had known in the last half-hour.  She literally dragged her
    exhausted body to a kneeling position between Ellen's invitingly opened
    legs and plunged her head between them.  Ellen bucked her hips upward,
   forcing her steaming crotch into Beth's face.  Beth gave her all, shaking
  her head from side to side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and
               tongue into every nook and cranny of Ellen's sex.
    Ellen was beside herself, moaning loudly, her head thrown back against
  the sofa.  She moved her hand to the top of Beth's head and tried to guide
   the incessantly devouring tongue even further into her.  She even raised
    her legs into a wide 'V', her toes pointing skyward, as Beth licked the
    length of her slit and sent her head spinning.  "Eat me!  Eat me!" she
     cried, feeling the magic about to happen.  "I'm coming!  I'm coming!"
     Her entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon wave of
  sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming body.  I had
  never seen a woman come with such intensity.  To my surprise, Beth kept her
  head between Ellen's legs even after the initial shock waves had died down,
     laving her sex with slow, wide swipes of her full tongue, tasting the
            copious flow of juices running from the steaming cunt.
        When it was over, both women stood up, naked and sweating, and
    embraced, breast to breast.  Bill moved to Ellen's side and put his arm
    around her.  Ellen turned to embrace him.  Beth looked over at me, red-
   faced, then walked toward me and planted herself on my lap.  Her body was
   soft and warm and slightly sweaty.  We watched as Ellen and Bill went up
                   the ladder to the loft, leaving us alone.
    Beth looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap.  There were tears in her
         eyes and she began sniffling.  "What's the matter?" I asked.
       "I just embarrassed myself," she replied, between tiny sniffles.
    I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over a nipple
   that had never been so hard.  "You just shone in my eyes," I said softly,
   pulling the towel away from lap and throwing it on the floor, allowing my
                     erection to rub against Beth's thigh.
                              "Are you serious?"
            "Very serious," I replied.  "I thought you were great."
         "I've never done anything like that before," she said softly,
             searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.
    "There's nothing wrong with what you did.  The both of you enjoyed it,
                           and I enjoyed watching."
                   "You won't think I'm some kind of slut?"
        I laughed.  "Do you think I'm bad for masturbating while I was
                          watching the both of you?"
                Beth's eyes lit up.  "You didn't!" she gasped.
                             "I did," I confessed.
                        "Did you....ah....did you...."
                 I helped her with her shyness.  "Did I come?"
                              "Yes," she smiled.
                "No," I replied.  "I was saving that for you."
        "I'm wanton, David," she whispered.  "I think I'm over-sexed!"
      I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me.  "We have
                         something in common," I said.
      "You're sure you didn't come," she said, sliding her body down mine
       until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock.
        "Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and
  lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar 'O'.  She took
                   the penis into her, sucking it slightly.
                         "That feels good!" I sighed.
       She stopped sucking for a moment.  "Don't be afraid," she husked.
                               "Afraid of what?"
    "Afraid of coming in my mouth," she whispered just before lowering her
           head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth.
     It didn't take long for her magic to work.  She couldn't have bobbed
    her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet minute.  I
   didn't tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, spilling my seed into
                   her as she swallowed each and every drop.
    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 to the 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."
                 "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 closed 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 lad 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 come!" 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 pantie crotch out of
     her cuntal crack and spread the reinforced silk to either side of her
   crotch.  Only a few dark brown curls peeked out of the sides of the white
                                   material.
     "Move your hand faster," she husked.  "I like to watch you jerk off."
    I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on my shaft, not feeling
    the slightest bit of embarrassment.  To the contrary, I kind of enjoyed
  putting on a little show for her.  If that's what turned her on, I would do
  it forever.  She moved her crotch even closer to my waiting face, stopping
   sort of plastering me with her sex.  I could smell her now, that familiar
                 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 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
                              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 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."
                                "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 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.