15 comments/ 269548 views/ 43 favorites CvsN 04: Teaching Beth By: Tx Tall Tales Part 4 of Convenience vs. Need Ok, I've got a situation most men would kill for, two hot women who will live with me and share my bed, and an open invitation to screw my best friend's wife. I'm still going to have to make sure Joe is ok with that, and see if maybe we can't make a private party out of the whole thing. But for now, I still have one more problem. Beth. The girl I've been dating for a little less that two months, and getting nowhere with. She's a lovely young girl, just out of high school, tanned, short brown hair, the sweetest disposition, and just bursting with energy and sexuality. She has a classically beautiful body, great hips with a full butt, narrow waist, opening up to a chest a little smaller than her hips, but with picture perfect breasts. The question was how did I work things out, after she found out that the guy she was dating was about to move into a new house with his two 'sleep-in' girlfriends. * * * * Wow, what a difference. Once I'd fucked the anger out of Cathy, she became less of a terror around the work site, and the general air of hostility overlaying our efforts gradually subsided. I was feeling pretty good about how things had gone, and over clearing the air with my best friend's wife. The progress on the house repairs was still being carried out at break-neck speed, and it looked like the place would likely be habitable by the end of the week. Lunch was a jovial time, with an almost carnival like air about it. The sheer volume of the chattering and laughing gave the place a circus like feel. I actually ate in relative comfort, chatting with the Howard men about the ongoing progress we were making, and receiving kudos for the miracle I had performed with both Cathy and Karen. The only thing casting the slightest shadow over my parade was the still unresolved situation with Beth. I swear my eyes watered every time I looked at the pair of girls herding the ankle-biters around. It was like looking into the sun, just too intense for direct viewing, best absorbed in sidelong glances and through the reflection of their beauty in the eyes of those around me. Slender, tanned, firm, and near perfectly proportioned, Beth and Debbie attracted glances, longing looks, and outright lustful stares from virtually every man there at some point or another. I still believe neither of these sirens, with their irresistible allure, were aware of the power of their presence over the mere mortals gathered about. As they had for the first day and a half, they voluntarily segregated themselves from the rest of us, maintaining rule over the horde of little ones clamoring about. They were naturals, adored by the kids, and maintaining a controlling, but gentle hand over all their actions. After lunch, I headed over to where they were, intending to broach the subject of my situation, and our relationship, with Beth. Once I entered the realm of the little people, like Gulliver, I was subjected to assault from all sides, dozens of little hands trying to pull me to the ground. Most of these kids knew me well, and were used to the roughhousing, boisterous play. Assailants would cling to my legs, and I would snatch them off, holding them high, before tossing them to the side where they would roll to the edge of the action, before leaping up and re-joining the assault. With huge seven league steps, I would march across their domain, one or two intrepid adventurers clinging to my legs, and being dragged along for the ride. Inevitably, their sheer numbers and endless energy conquered my size and strength, and I, the Colossus, tumbled to the ground, vanquished. The web of little arms and legs, pinning me down, laughing, rolling around in the fresh mown grass, drove all thoughts of my mission from my mind, and I reveled in the play. Scaffolding for their climbing, a tool for their mischief, a bulwark to be conquered, unconscionably I allowed my friends and acquaintances to work at making my home livable, while I played like a 6 year old devoid of cares, worries or responsibilities. "Ok, enough already," the song of the siren sought to restore order to the chaos that my tempestuous arrival had wrought. I lay on my back, drained, and allowed my saviors to calm the sea of youth, and steer them to more peaceful pursuits. I was about to stand up, having finally caught my breath, when my biggest assailant to date dropped on me like a rock. "Ooooof!" I gasped, once again short of breath. Beth had taken over where the little terrors had, and sat on my stomach. "See what you've done? You're worse than caffeine and sugar for those tykes; they're going to be wound up for hours." Her admonishing voice was only slightly offset by the grin on her face. When I started to grin back, a poke in the ribs reminded me I was still at her mercy. Debbie was once again bringing the children under control, while Beth was stuck with the job of chastising me for my actions. I don't know what's wrong with me. Honestly. I must have some kind of hormonal imbalance and one-track mind. Beth's baggy shorts, and her position astride my stomach, allowed me an unobstructed view up her legs, to a pair of light blue panties with a field of tiny multicolored flowers emblazoned across them. Eyes fixated by the implications of that unbidden view, I started to react physically, just below where sweet, unaware Beth was perched. As one would expect, Beth was soon keenly aware of where my eyes were glued, and she closed her legs at the knees, pushing back away from me, only to find my hard cock in the middle of her back, pushing up my shorts. "Jeez, Jack," she whispered to me. "Not in front of the kids! God, I can't believe you!" she sounded a little exasperated but not as angry as I feared. "I'm sorry. It just happened." I closed my eyes and chanted, "Donald Duck, Donald Duck, Donald Duck." My statement of course had her wondering. "And just what the hell does that mean, calling me Donald Duck?" "Oh, I wasn't calling you Donald Duck, I was trying to ignore the fact that I have this beautiful, scantily clad girl sitting on my stomach, her bare skin brushing against me, leaning back onto my hard-on. I keep trying to think about Disney characters, and funny cartoons, hoping to distract the little head enough for me to be able to stand up again in the not-too-distant future." This confession earned me a giggle, and she had the decency to move both legs to one side, and sit upon me sidesaddle. "You make me nuts. I should be so mad at you, you bastard. I don't know why I'm even here or talking to you. I'm just frustrated with myself for wanting to be near you, and knowing you are such a pig." "I know. And I'm sorry." I managed to rise up onto my elbows. "I know my behavior has been reprehensible, and that I have the morals of a snake lately. I don't know what's gotten into me." I did my best to sound contrite. "That's a laugh. Everyone here today knows it's not what's gotten into you, it's what you've gotten into. Or should I say 'who' you've gotten into." She was witty, but there was an underlying bitterness to her tone. "I'm sorry." "Damn it! Stop saying that you're sorry. I really doubt you're sorry that you're sticking your dick in those girls." "That's not what I'm sorry about. I'm sorry that I didn't speak to you about this two weeks ago, when things changed all of a sudden. And I'm especially sorry about yesterday, you're coming here, not knowing what was going on, and the embarrassment you must have felt. I don't think of myself as that kind of guy, who would do something like that. I like you way too much to do that intentionally; I just had so much going on, that I didn't think of perceptions and repercussions, or use even the slightest bit of good judgement." "Don't beat yourself up over it. I guess I'm kind of at fault myself, leading you on, holding out, wanting to give in, and yet afraid that once you'd had me, well, you know, the free milk and a cow thing..." she bowed her head as she spoke softly. "Now you're being silly. You have zero blame in the current situation. I would understand if you never spoke my name in public again, and refused to be seen within 50 feet of me. I would be saddened, but I would understand." My erection had finally withered down to a mere lump, and I sat up, shifting Beth onto my lap. My arms wrapped around her waist to set her into her position, and stayed there, enjoying enfolding this soft little bundle of burgeoning femininity and sexuality. "What are we supposed to do now, Jack? What have you left for us? I'm not going to be some bimbo in your harem." "I don't know. Maybe we should just let things be for a bit, and in a week or so, I'll give you a call. By then things should have settled down, and maybe we can work this out. If you don't take my call I'll understand." My hands on her bare skin around her middle were gently caressing her flesh, almost of their own accord. "You big jerk." She leaned into me, wrapped herself in my arms for a moment, then after a kiss on the cheek, she stood and walked away. I don't know if I had made things any better or worse, but at least we were talking. It was only then that I realized we had an audience. I had been so caught up in her presence, I hadn't noticed the prying eyes of the dozens of voyeurs who had shown up today. They had probably been hoping to see just that kind of scene, preferably ending up in some kind of blow-up with yours truly the target of scorn. * * * * In the afternoon, I finally got back to working with the teams, monitoring the ongoing progress, and actually doing a little work hear and there. By the time the groups were winding down and the sun was low on the horizon, the house was a completely different edifice from what had been there only 36 hours earlier. It was at least 90% finished in terms of structural changes, with mostly minor work remaining. It was unbelievable. People were ambling around viewing their own handiwork, justifiably proud of what had been done that weekend. With Debbie at my side, I toured the work, while the last efforts were being applied to the huge 'thank-you' dinner. Throughout the main floor, all the wiring and plumbing had been completed, and the drywall and ceiling sheet rock had been reinstalled. Except for light fixtures, paint, and some new flooring in the living room, the place was nearly done. Even the broken windows had been replaced, and a heavy-duty new door was hung at the entrance. The front porch was still sinking and uneven, and after discussing it with Joe's old man, we thought the best approach was to tear out the old porch and run a new wooden porch the length of the front of the house. We would extend the current porch roof the length of the new porch. That was a task for another day. The upstairs was an even more amazing transformation. Interior walls had been moved, and the upstairs now consisted of two large bedrooms at each end, each with a small shower stall and sink installed in the rear corner. The bathroom that had once been along the rear wall was absent. The two central rooms had been refinished, with the center wall being widened and containing the closets for the rooms. What had once been the open area had been closed off as a huge new bathroom, with double sinks, a large tub, shower, privacy stall, and oversized linen closets. The two sinks still needed to be installed, and the mirrors and lighting over the sinks were still missing, but this room also was on the verge of completion. The flooring throughout was intact, simple decking, ready to be carpeted. Debbie was enthralled throughout. She had not been in the house since Saturday morning, and had not been prepared for the changes. She had tears in her eyes as she walked back down the stairs with me. Dinner on site was a barbecue again. But unlike the burgers and dogs of Saturday, we had ribs, chicken, pulled pork, sausages, sandwiches, and a ton of sides. Cases of soda and a quarter keg of beer were available to quench the thirsts. There were hot dogs for the kids, as well as a miscellany of PB&J, bologna, and assorted sandwiches for young tastes. It was one of those rare parties where everything just seemed to go well. Some of the new neighbors stopped by, and most of the people who had helped stuck around for at least a while. We had a volleyball game going until it was too dark, and we tossed around footballs and Frisbees. There was singing, laughing, and joking; all of the ill feeling that seemed to hover around Saturday was banished. I watched Debbie approach virtually every person there, thanking them for the work they'd done, often meeting them for the first time, introduced by their own kids, more often then not. Nancy helped work the serving line, near Cathy. They may not have been the best of friends, but it was clear that at least a partial truce had been declared. It was Sunday night, and the festivities ended pretty early. Most everyone had work the next day. I had taken the week off, intending to do more work around the place, and needing to get my stuff out of the apartment by Thursday. By ten, we were just finishing cleaning up, locking up, and heading home. Nancy, Debbie and I took a last few moments to review the work done, and discuss a little more about our plans. Nancy was going to continue working that week, and next week would start packing. Debbie was going to start watching the kids at the new house, to supervise some outside work we were going to contract. We were looking to have the carpeting upstairs, and flooring downstairs done the end of the week. We wanted to get the insides painted before then, and to get some exterior painting done in the next two weeks. She was going to start shopping for appliances for the kitchen as well. There were hugs and kisses all around. I invited both girls back to the apartment for a little celebration. Karen reminded me that there was no fooling around until we were moved in, adding the encouraging thought that could be as early as the end of the week for me and Debbie, with her following within a couple of weeks of then. I went home alone again. Poor me. * * * * I had only been home 5 minutes, when there was a knock at my door. I had been headed for the shower, and so I threw on my robe, and answered. I was more than a little surprised to open the door and find Beth standing there, fidgeting, standing on first one foot, then the other. "Beth! Hi, um, come in. Is something wrong?" I stood to one side to allow her entrance. She stood there a moment, looking past me into the room, indecisive as to whether to accept my invitation or not. "Are you alone?" "Yes, just getting ready to shower – sorry for my wardrobe." She decided, and stepped past me into the apartment. "You haven't done much packing yet, have you?" "Nope. Been pretty busy. But I've taken the whole week off, and will be alternating between working on the new house, packing and moving." I closed the door, and stepped further into the apartment. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Yeah, something with vodka." Beth didn't drink. Never had in my presence. She was definitely underage, I didn't think she was even interested. I had been thinking along the lines of a soda or water. "Ok, make yourself at home." I slipped into the kitchen, pulled the Stoli out of the freezer, and filled an iced-tea glass with orange juice and a double-shot. While fixing the drink I continued talking to her in the living room. "Thanks again for helping watch the kids today. You did a great job; it would drive me crazy." "Oh, it's not so bad, you just have to keep them busy, and organized, otherwise they find too much trouble to get into on their own." I handed the drink to her, and had a glass of ice water for myself. I'd had enough beer at the party, and was a bit fuzzy as it was. I sat on the couch next to her, about a foot of space between us. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "If we were to continue going out, you wouldn't stop sleeping with Debbie, would you?" I thought it interesting she didn't mention Karen. "Right now Beth, I don't think I'm really looking for any kind of relationship, with building the house, and work, and the commitments to Debbie and Karen, I'm just sort of tied up." "That didn't answer the question. If you and I were going out, you'd still sleep with Debbie, wouldn't you?" "For now, I'm going to sleep with her on occasion. Yes." She sat back, absorbing what I'd said, and took a deep drink from her glass. "Why? If you were getting some from me, don't you think I could keep you happy?" I scooted closer, placing my hand on her arm. "Beth, I'm sure you could make me very happy, and I could do the same for you. It's just the situation we're in now. I've committed to providing these girls with a roof, a stable situation, and a male figure around the house. They've agreed to provide a nice home environment, help with expenses, and keep me warm at night. "Karen can roll with the punches, but Debbie's really been through the wringer. I don't want to be yet another guy using her and lying to her. I'd really like to see if I could help her regain some confidence in guys in general. And I have to admit; there's something about her I absolutely can't resist. Even if I told you that I was willing to be monogamous, I know that I'd probably screw up and do what I had to, to get back in bed with her." I was trying to be honest. Trying to do the right thing. "I know her situation, Jack. We talked a lot about what she'd been through. You know you'll probably never get her head back on straight. She doesn't trust men at all. And that includes you, you know." I think she liked throwing that in my face. "I'd guessed as much. I don't think we've done a lot to earn her trust. I'd still like to work on that. I'm sorry." She drank some more of her drink. Then she set it down, and turned towards me. "I thought you liked me." She reached out and placed her hand on mine. "Beth, I'm crazy about you in a lot of ways. You are so very pretty, and so easy for me to talk to, and your innocence is so enticing, but I don't want to mislead you or treat you any worse than I have. You deserve better than what I have to offer at this moment." I couldn't resist her being so close. I reached out and stroked her hair with my hand. She leaned into my hand. Then she pinned it against the side of her head with her own hand, and turned her face to kiss my palm. "Don't you still want me?" She looked at me with those huge doe eyes, almost breaking my heart. "So bad that I can taste it. I'm just trying to do the right thing." With my thumb I caressed the side of her mouth, while she held my hand against her cheek. She opened her mouth and captured it between her teeth, tickling it with her tongue. "Are you trying to kick me out of your life?" Her eyes were welling up with moisture. "No! I mean, I…shit, I don't know what I mean. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt Debbie. I don't want to lead you on or lie to you. I'm just messed up right now." "Forget about everything else for the moment. I want to be with you. Don't you want to be with me?" She sounded so intense, so sincere, so young. "I can't just stop what I'm doing. I'm going to stay with the girls for now." "I know. I still want you. For tonight at least, can you be with me?" I hated to see her pleading. "Beth. You don't want this. Throwing yourself away on someone like me." "You are the only one I've ever really wanted to be with. I want to be with you. Tonight. And I want to be in your life, however I can. I hate myself for it. I just want to be with you, so bad. I can't sleep just thinking about you. I keep thinking about you with them. You with her, like that, like I saw you. Please, Jack." CvsN 04: Teaching Beth I leaned forward and kissed her. "You are like a dream for me. You can't sleep; I am in a waking sleep, dreaming this – of being with you." "Can I stay?" she asked hopefully. "Of course, as long as you want." I stood, extending my hand to her. She took it, rising off the couch. Side by side we walked into my bedroom. It's hard for me to describe that night. She was very emotional. I convinced her that we could love each other, without her having to give up her virginity on a whim. Confused she let me guide her. We kissed, and I helped her out of her clothes, and realized I was still in my robe, and hadn't showered, and badly needed to. She allowed me to completely undress her, and take her to the shower, where we showered together, exploring each other's bodies under the water, for the first time. Hands and lips, I had to touch and taste her everywhere, and as hungry as I was, she was even more curious and we played until the water ran cold. Drying each other, we retired to the bedroom, naked. Our skin tingling from the rough towels and cool water. "Tonight, I won't enter you. We can enjoy each other immensely without that, and tomorrow you can still decide if this is what you want to do." "Show me. Teach me," was her only answer. I kissed her from head to toe, front and back, my tongue spending long moments exploring her most sensitive regions: by her ears, under her arms, on her breasts, around her navel. I avoided any direct contact with her virgin pussy yet, and bypassed that, still finding time to explore her lower back, the inside of her thighs and knees, her ankles, her tiny feet. I worked from head to toe and back again. Once I had explored virtually every inch of her exposed flesh, I moved back to her face and I kissed her. I kissed her with every ounce of my being, for the moment blocking out everything but the taste of her mouth and the feel of her tongue. I breathed her breath, refusing to break the contact with her lips, first passionate, then tender, teasing, tasting, nibbling, and demanding. She yielded to me completely. I worked my way down her body once again, this time stopping first at her breasts. I couldn't help think that I was Magellan, Columbus, Armstrong. I was exploring virgin territory. She was extremely sensitive on her nipples, flinching if my teeth touched them. Her nipples were small, and the tips were very hard and red. I sucked and kissed, alternating sides, squeezing them with my hands, pinching lightly and pulling on her points. I lowered myself to her waist. She was tense as I gently encouraged her to spread her legs apart. Her light brown bush was several shades lighter than her short brown hair, and was lightly trimmed on the sides. Her small bikini line framed her hair, teasing me with the knowledge that what was in front of me was always hidden from view, from all but me. With a series of tender kisses, slowly encircling her tender opening, I finally ended up taking her small, almost hidden side lips in my mouth, and teasing them open, encouraging them to swell. My fiendish tongue would dart in and taste her for a moment, before relenting and worrying the sides of her opening. I still hadn't directed my attention to the top of her sweet pussy. I pulled back a bit and looked up, to see her face pointed to the ceiling, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open, breathing heavily. I reached out with my hands and opened her up. I blew a stream of air across the little man in the boat, encouraging him to set sail. She tensed for a moment, and then tensed up again, when my tongue lingered there, twirling at the tip, tossing him to and fro. She was moaning now, slightly, just at the edge of my hearing. I took her clit, carefully between my lips, and vibrated the tip of my tongue across the exposed hypersensitive skin. A few moment of this had her squirming under my grasp. I lowered myself further, lapping away at her opening, my tongue deep inside her, tasting her, feeling the softness of her sidewalls. I teased even lower, reaching my hands under her thighs, and lifting her legs high, allowing my tongue to trace that area from her little brown rosebud, across the small stretch of flesh to her pussy, and up again to her clit. My ministrations continued for a long time, becoming more forceful, until my mouth was clamped over her clit, my tongue lapping at her, as I drove three of my fingers in and out of the tender pussy, hard firm and fast. It had taken me a lot of effort, but I could feel her peaking, breathing hard, her body trembling and throbbing under my touch. "My god, my god… " she was gasping, when she came with a cry, lifting her waist off the bed, and squeezing her legs tight. She slowly came to earth, eyes wild, nostrils flaring, hands grasping at me. "I can't believe you could do that." She said to me at last. "That was nice, you are really sweet, and so responsive." I lay with my head on her thigh, softly brushing the skin within her tan line. She blushed, from head to toe, it was a very endearing site. "Show me how to pleasure you," she whispered, pulling me up beside her on the bed. "You've never given anyone a hand-job or a blowjob?" I asked, somewhat incredulous. "Never. I've never even really seen a hard one until today." "I have an idea. Just wait a second." I got up and went to my bottom drawer, where I kept a small collection of 'adult' tapes. I selected one, which I knew started with three girls and a single lucky guy, in a blow job competition. I started the movie, and pulled her up by my side, propping up some pillows, so we could watch the tape together. Beth was completely naïve about such things, but overcame her shock quickly. She was fascinated, and continuously asked me questions about what they were doing, and if I liked that, or didn't, and why they did some things. She started out with her head on my shoulder. Her hand was soon grasping my cock, stroking me, sometimes in time to the movie. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, she was settling further and further down my body, until my cock was within striking distance of her tongue. She stroked my cock and watched carefully as a single drop of pre-cum emerged. "Are…are you cumming?" she asked, hesitantly. "No, that's just a sign that I'm enjoying what you're doing. It's called pre-cum." She reached out and touched it tentatively. Pulling her finger away, the liquid stretched, creating a bridge of several inches before breaking. She touched it some more, rubbing it around the top of the head. "It's sticky." She reached out with her tongue, tentatively, and tasted it. "It doesn't really taste like anything." She took the head between her lips, and sucked the head clean, her tongue moving back and forth across the head. As she looked back to the screen, the redhead was claiming victory, with the guy cumming in buckets all across her face. "That's so gross! Why is he doing that?" she exclaimed taken back for the moment. "It's for the movie. The money shot. A lot of men like to see women getting cum on their face." I tried to explain. "Why do you like that?" she asked me. "I don't really. I actually prefer to cum inside of who I'm with. Or inside her mouth. I guess some guys just like the look of it." "What does it taste like?" she asked, watching the two other girls clean the winners face with their tongues. "I don't really know." I confessed. The closest I had come was a slight taste after kissing a girl whose mouth I had cum in. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" She asked, disingenuously. "I'd love to, but I think you should make me cum with your mouth and hands, outside your mouth, so you can see what it's like. Then you can see what my cumming is like, and see how much I cum." "Ok, tell me if I do anything wrong." She started out stroking me, and then following the style of the first girl in the video, she used her mouth to pleasure just the head, while stroking me firmly. After a few minutes, and a few warnings about her teeth, she sat up and moved down between my legs. From her new vantage, she explored my balls with her tongue, and licked my shaft deliciously. She was being playful, and inquisitive, not hesitant to try something and ask how I liked it. It was the hottest, sexiest, blowjob I ever had, while being the most talkative and playful. She got a stray hair in her mouth, and coughed a bit, complaining. I said that if she liked, I'd shave. She laughed, and said maybe later. "Do you know what the last sound a pubic hair makes before it hits the ground is?" I asked her. "What?" she asked, interrupting her actions for a moment. I simulated hacking and spitting off the bed, and she laughed so hard she almost cried. She presently decided to try the style of the second lovely from the video, and drove her head up and down on my cock, holding my balls, and moving her head in circles at the top. She gagged a few times, trying to take me deep in her mouth, and eased back on the depth she'd take me. She would alternate watching me, while she did this, with occasionally pulling back and examining the subject of her attentions. "You are really hard and red now, Jack. Does it always get like this?" she continued stroking, looking me over. "I'm getting close. When I get really hard like that, I'm usually really excited and ready to cum." "Cool!" She returned to her head bobbing, gagging again, and stopped. "How did that third girl take the guys whole dick in her mouth. He was even bigger than you, and she pushed her face all the way down?" "It is called 'deep throat'. She's taking him into her throat." I explained eager to get her back to what she'd been doing. "But how? It makes me gag to have you touch back there, and you still have a couple of inches outside." She slowly put my cock in her mouth, pushing down, until I could feel the head softly press against the back of her throat. She looked up at me, as if in explanation, holding the remaining couple of inches in her fingers, at her lips. Then she closed her eyes and tried to push down further, and soon was gagging again, my cock in her hand. "It takes practice I guess. And I think certain positions make it easier." I was making small thrusting movements with my hips. She laughed at me. "Ok, I get it, you want more." She bobbed her head down, then back up. She stopped again. "Tell me when you're going to come. I want to see what it looks like." "Ok, and when I'm close, use your hand to stroke me fast and firm, after you stop with your mouth." "Ok." She was as good as her word, and within minutes of continuous action, she had me on the verge. "God, Beth, that is so incredible. I'm close, I'm really close." She continued, looking at me, then returning to the first girls style, holding the head in her mouth, teasing with her tongue, while she stroked me into her mouth. "I'm there, I'm going to cum…" I warned her. She pulled her head back with just seconds to spare, and worked my cock hard with her hand. I came strongly, and she jerked her face back enough to avoid catching it in the eye, and getting it in her hair. The second stream still reached her cheek, and then the rest was pouring out on my stomach, and across her hand. She stopped her hand halfway. "Don't stop stroking, keep going, please…" I gasped. She smiled at her control, and kept the stroking going, a little slower, and firmer, seeing how she could pump the cum out of me. As the last little bit tried to find it's way out, she leaned forward, and took my cock in her mouth, sucking the cum off the head, then pulling back. "Ooow, be careful, I'm really sensitive after cumming, and you have to be gentle." I told her. "Oh. Like this?" and she reached forward again, taking me deep in her mouth, just barely touching me, her tongue softly brushing the base of my cock, before closing her lips and gently pulling her head back, cleaning the cum from my cock. "Oooh, shit," was my reply. "You are really salty, and funny tasting. But it's making me hot." She climbed up my body, and extended her tongue to me. I could see a little of my cum cupped in it. I opened my mouth to her, and she put her tongue in my mouth, dueling with my tongue, allowing me to taste myself for the first time. It was not a pleasant taste, bitter and slimy, but sexy in as much as it was her tongue that I tasted. "Was I ok?" she asked me, hesitantly. "Beth, that was so incredible. You were wonderful." We laughed and talked about what we'd done, then she asked me to put on the tape again. I rewound the tape, and got us something to drink, and some wet facecloths to clean up with. We settled back into the bed, and enjoyed the show again. She had more questions this time, and before long, she had me hard again. She was determined to try to get me down her throat like the third girl. "Let's try a different position," I told her. "If it doesn't get you to dizzy, lay across the bed on your back, with your head hanging off the edge. It will open up your throat more and the angle may make it easier." She did as requested, and was soon ready. "The problem here is you can't move much. So you need to put your hands on the back of my legs, and pull me into your mouth as far as you want me to go. You'll have to control how I go in your mouth." "You can say it. I'll control how deep you fuck my mouth." She told me with an evil grin. "Yes. I'm going to fuck your mouth, and it'll be your job to let me know how hard and fast. Otherwise I may lose control." "Ooh, I might like that," she teased before settling back and taking my cock in her mouth. At her guidance I slowly screwed her mouth with about half my cock, using mostly my hips to do the work. I reached forward to her tempting titties and played with them, as I filled her mouth with cock. "Oh, yeah, and hold your breath, when you try to take me deep." I warned her, pulling on her hard little nipples. Her hard pull back was unexpected. She tugged and I obliged, pushing forward firmly. Her tugging didn't let up, and was insistent. I continued my hard thrust, feeling the resistance. I was rewarding with seeing the swelling of her throat, where I entered her. She pulled me all the way in, until my balls were resting on lip. Then she was pushing me away, turning her head and gasping. She leaped up onto her knees, clapping like a little girl. "I did it! All the way, didn't I?" "Absolutely. That was amazing. You looked so sexy liked that." I smiled at her antics and joy. "That was sooo naughty! I can't believe I did that. I could see your balls just above my eyes, and I just wanted to do it, and I could feel you pressed against my throat that time, but it wasn't blocked or hurting, and I just pulled, and it felt weird, and I couldn't breath at all, but you went down there, and I saw your balls moving down my face. I pulled harder, and I could feel your shaft filling me, and my chin was in your hair, and I could see up your butt, and I knew I had all of you in me! Wow, it was so neat." She gushed. She lay back down, after her verbal explosion. "Again! Fuck my throat again." Laughing at her enthusiasm, I put my cock back in her mouth, and she almost immediately tried to take me again. This time she ended up coughing and gagging. She pushed me away. "Just a sec, I know I can do it." "You can, just be slow, and patient." I encouraged her. She was and I did. I entered her throat again, and then she pushed me back but stopped me at the edge of her lips. She smiled, and pulled me back in again. She developed a pace of a few short strokes, and then down her throat. After about a dozen times she pulled away, laughing and hugged me close. "That is so wild! I feel so sexy, so dirty." "You have no idea. That is so unbelievably hot. No one has ever done me like that." "Debbie and Nancy don't?" she asked, mischievously. "Not that deep, not like that." I confessed. She smiled to herself. "Good. Now fuck my throat until you cum in my mouth, and don't be too gentle with me, I can take it." With a laugh she repositioned herself. This time we started slowly, but once she was accustomed again to taking me down her throat, I started to take command. I thrust a little harder, and a little deeper. I was fucking her face deep on every stroke. I was holding and squeezing her tits and pinching her rock hard nipples, as I buried my cock in her face over and over. Her hands were grabbing my ass cheeks, pulling me hard, trying to hold me in her throat. She'd wiggle her head a little and her tongue would occasionally make an appearance across the top of my cock. I could take it no longer, and with a cry, I came, pushing deep in her throat for the first couple of bursts, pulling almost all the way out to finish in her mouth. She choked for just a second as I pulled from her throat, and then she was sucking the cum from my cock like a calf at a teat. Every drop went into her mouth and disappeared. When I was finally softening, I pulled from her mouth, and looked down at my lovely little teen cocksucker. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. I sat next to her, and with a tug pulled her up far enough so her head was resting on the bed. "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I? I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself at the end." "I know. I liked it." She smiled up at me with her little wicked grin. "I'm fine. Really fine." She crossed her arms across her breasts, and hugged herself. "Beth, that was incredible." I smiled down at her, stroking her body. She stood up for a second, then climbed on my lap, wrapping her arms and legs around me. "Yeah, but was it the best?" She asked, coquettishly. "Best damn blow job of my life." I reassured her. She gave me a big kiss, hugging me tight. "Great! I'm going to be the best at everything. You'll see." I fell back on the bed, pulling her with me rolling her over, and kissing her warmly. "You know, I just may believe you." I got up and turned off the light. I climbed back into the bed. "Will you spend the night here?" "Do you want me to?" "Very much." "Thanks. Then I will if you don't mind." She cuddled up against me, that devilish grin back on her face. I buried my face in her short brown hair, my lips on her neck. She was whispering softly. "I'll be your best. You're going to love me…" I wondered if maybe I didn't a little bit already. * * * * The stroking of my cock awakened me. In my semi-dream state, I sat back enjoying the sensation. I could feel lips enveloping me, taking my cock deep, pleasuring me. Slowly the realization it was Beth down there broke through my haze. "That. Is. Wonderful." She climbed me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips caressing mine. "Good morning, sleepy head." The joy in her voice was unmistakable. She sat up, taking my rock hard cock, and placing it at the entrance of that sweet pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto me. Lowering, stopping, lowering again. She gasped as I stretched her, and then I felt the resistance release, and she settled down firmly, my cock deeply ensconced. In her virgin pussy. My eyes burst open, and she laughed at my look. "Beth…" She bent down, still holding me deep, not moving. She lay her body down on mine. "Don't move, please. You fill me so tight, so full. It's incredible." She held me tightly, her head on my chest. I hugged her firmly. I ran my hand down her back, caressing the small of her back, before settling on her right butt cheek. With my other hand, I pulled her hair back, so I could kiss her forehead. After a few moments, I tensed up the muscle that allows me to raise and lower my cock. I could feel my cock swelling inside her, pushing up against her. CvsN 04: Teaching Beth She lifted her head up to look at me. "How are you doing that? That's wild." I smiled back. "It's just muscle control, I'm just enjoying being inside you." "Mmmmm. I'm enjoying it too." I lowered my other hand to her tight little ass, and grabbing her two cheeks firmly in my hands, I pulled her up and down on my cock, just a little. "God, slowly Jack. I'm so full, you're splitting me open. Just go slowly." "Ok," I whispered. I wanted to fuck her hard – drive my cock into that incredibly tight little sheath. Instead, I released her ass and just held her. She was kissing my chest, pushing back against my cock, holding it as deep as possible. Her lips trailed all across my chest, from up around my neck, which was as far as she could reach, down to my nipples, which she teased with her tongue, and nibbled at. After a few minutes of this torture, I slid forward, and pushed her shoulders upward, so she was once again seated on top of me. "Rock back and forth gently, baby, and get used to the feel of me in you. This way you can control everything." I smiled at her, guiding her hips with my hands. She responded slowly, inching forward and then slowly back. I watched her, amazed at how tight she could be, and I toyed with her tits a while, before moving my hand down to where our hips were joined, reaching in to rub her clit. I elicited a gasp. "That's it, Beth, back and forth, back and forth," I urged her. Her hips started rocking. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and she took me deep again, and then pulled forward, hesitating, before pressing back down. The pace picked up, and before long she was just rolling her hips, working me in and out, as fast as she could. I pulled her down into my arms, slowing the pace, holding her while I thrust into her from below. She was grunting to each thrust, a series of grunts and groans that increased in volume as I thrust harder and deeper. I slowed again, holding her still squeezing those incredibly firm butt cheeks in my hands. "What are you doing to me?" She asked, eyes wide with wonder, at the sensations she was feeling. "Nothing like you are about to do to me." I quipped, caressing her ass a little more. "Sit up." I told her, and she complied promptly. "Pull your knees up, and put your feet at my sides." She was now squatting down onto my cock. I reached down to her ass, and lifted her up off my cock, until I was only barely inside her. She couldn't have weighed more than about 100 pounds, she was so small. I released her, and she settled back down, moaning as she went. Again I grabbed her thighs and lifted her, and again she lowered herself, a little faster this time. She leaned forward a little, placing her small fists against my chest, raised herself up, and thrust down firmly onto my cock. I sat back, and watched, as she took control and fucked herself ragged on my cock. When I saw her legs trembling and her strength failing I caught her, and slowed her down. She was gasping and sweating, with an almost mad look in her eyes. "No, no, don't stop now!" she cried. I pulled her forward so I could kiss her, which pulled her off my cock for the first time since I'd been so pleasantly awoken. I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and looking down, I grasped my cock and forced myself back into her. I could see red streaks across my cock, and I realized she'd had her cherry intact, which was the resistance I'd originally felt. Once I was in her I leaned down, held her face between my hands and kissed her nose, her lips, and her eyelids. "Are you ok? Before I go on, do you hurt, are you alright?" She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. She stared deeply into my eyes. "I'm wonderful. Really. Make love to me." I pulled out completely. With the head lodged just inside her lips, I slowly eased my full length back inside her and then paused, holding myself still. Again I withdrew, and re-entered her, stroking her with my full length. Over and over, it was like I was screwing her for the first time, with each penetration. When the sensation grew too strong, and I could feel that I was headed down the path of cumming, I slowed and stopped, to give myself more time. Before starting up again, I pulled her knees back, and hunching over her, I locked them in place with my arms, tilting her upward, and exposing her to my next assault. I started slowly again, but ended up with my weight on my hands and feet, body stretched out, slamming my hips straight down, driving my cock into her clutching pussy over and over. I could see that this way was driving her crazy, and she was thrashing under me, making incomprehensible noises. I grabbed her feet, straightening her legs out over her own shoulders, seeing her calves bracketing her face. I pounded into her, and could feel my cock driving up and down on the inside of her pussy just behind her pubic mound. She was on the verge of cumming, biting her own leg, moaning constantly. I shortened my stroke and picked up the pace. I raised up onto my toes, leaned over, and placed my mouth over hers, driving my tongue between her lips. She cried out into my mouth, and came hard, almost bucking me off. As she relaxed after that first intense orgasm, I released her legs, sliding back a bit, and letting them straighten out. She wrapped them around my thighs and urged me into her, spurring me on. I returned my lips to hers, and kissed her tenderly this time, slowly working my way in and out of her, loving her as she'd asked, after having fucked her to orgasm. I took my time with her, enjoying every moment of my own impending release. I whispered how much I loved this, how wonderful she felt, how I loved being inside her, how I loved waking up to her, how I loved her. Yeah, I said it. I loved her. She cried she loved me too, and hugged me tight. It was the heat of the moment. And at that moment I did love her; I loved her with a white-hot intensity. I repeated it over and over, as I peaked, and I burst inside her, cumming as hard and powerfully as I had ever cum. She came, crying out my name, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me down against her, her lips seeking out mine. My arms were failing, and I was afraid of collapsing my weight onto her, so I rolled off onto my back. She climbed on top of me, holding me tight, her head in my neck. She was bestowing little kisses all about my neck and shoulders. I reached around her, holding her, stroking her skin, kissing her back. She leaned forward, kissing my ear, whispering to me. "You love me." It didn't sound like such a bad thing. I heard her breathing slow down, and felt her drift off in my arms. I pulled a pillow up on each side of me, trying to keep her from falling off. I wanted as much of her skin touching mine, as I too drifted back to sleep, holding my new young love in my arms. * * * * I drifted up from my rest, feeling Beth, sweet Beth, guiding my hard cock back inside her pussy. I helped, arching my hips forward, until I could feel her settling down around my cock, fully sheathed. She relaxed then, and lay back down on me. Like me, she just wanted as much of me touching as much of her as possible, and that little bit extra would have been a shame to leave out. I smiled and settled back into my dreams, while having them fulfilled in the waking world. * * * * I woke from the intensity of cumming inside her so strongly. The sun was high in the sky, and was warm on my skin. Beth was still soundly asleep, moaning softly in her dreams, arms and legs akimbo, her body stretched out on mine. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, as I delivered my seed inside of her. I placed my hands on her ass, as I finished cumming, stroking her sweet cheeks, smiling to myself. My cock never fully softened, as I stayed lodged inside her, semi-hard, her legs curling around and under mine, locking her hips against mine. * * * *