9 comments/ 31102 views/ 3 favorites Beth's Place By: bthom For the experienced or adventurous, I presume this story may seem a bit trite or modest compared to some of the hardcore fantasies I've encountered on this site. I enjoy those stories as well, but this particular tale is 100% true; as outlandish (and yes, perverse) as some of the details may be. This will be my first attempt at chronicling my escapades, but with some encouragement, it may not be my last. * I live in a quiet neighborhood in a quiet suburb of a quiet city. Some may even say it's boring. But I am very much taken with my community and live a perfectly pleasant, content life. It is behind the closed doors of those understated houses, however, where all kinds of experiences can transcend the tranquil appearances. And so it is with this story as well. I am single, but by choice. I've never considered settling down with any particular female, and although I've seen several relationships through to their respective bitter ends, I've always appreciated variety too much to be tied down with one woman. The diversity of the female form is one of the great joys in life. I've been fortunate enough to enjoy any number of shapes, sizes and colors. The spice of life indeed. I had known Beth Clark for several years. As the wife of my childhood buddy Jeff, she'd become a good friend as well. They lived two streets over and I was a frequent guest. But when Jeff succumbed to the trappings of a quarterlife crisis and left her for another woman to raise two twin girls on her own, I stepped in to help her out any way I could. My intentions were pure and innocent. I felt guilty for befriending such a son of a bitch that would leave his wife and children, so I offered a hand if she ever needed it. I figured a single working mom could use all the help she could get. It never occurred to me to lust after Beth. She was attractive, for sure, but a wife or girlfriend of a buddy is strictly off limits. The guy code and all that. I still noticed her though. Physically, having children complimented her. Naturally thin, her two pregnancies had filled out her figure and enhanced her hourglass shape. I had indeed appreciated this, but with a detached admiration. I find full-figured women to be exceptionally beautiful when they carry themselves with confidence. Beth did so with aplomb. She was sultry and sweet, with piercing blue eyes and full lips. Whenever I was around her, I had to make a concerted effort to keep my eyes from drifting from her easy smile down to her full bosom. With ample hips and a trim waistline, more than once I scolded myself for enjoying her walk away. She was the wife of a friend, after all. Controlling my keen attraction for Beth didn't wasn't necessarily difficult after her husband left her. I kept stray thoughts in check out of respect. I admired her for being such a strong woman, going back to work, maintaining a household and keeping it together. Nothing - nothing - is sexier than a strong, purposeful woman. Beth had those qualities in spades. As independent as she had become, however, raising a family on your own is hard. I had an easygoing lifestyle with little responsibility save for my job as a journalist, so I pitched in when I could. I made sure to intrude only minimally. I still got the feeling Beth was distrustful of men in general (and understandably so). One of my few humble talents is taking care of landscaping. Mowing, trimming, planting, mulching. These are things that needed to be done that Beth didn't have the time or energy to see to. I was more than happy to oblige. We had a standing date. Every Wednesday evening, Beth would take the twins to a movie, or out to dinner, or to the park for a few hours. I would come over and take care of the lawn while they enjoyed family time. It was a small thing to do, but it gave me satisfaction to facilitate some quality face-time together for them. Between work and day care and soccer practice and school, Beth had precious little time to spend with her daughters. That Wednesday began like any other. I put on my work boots and torn jeans, loaded up my pick-up with the mower and grass trimmer, and headed to Beth's. She met me at the door with a warm smile and invited me in. "Hey Brett", she greeted, brushing strands of her dark brown shoulder-length hair off of her flushed hurried cheek. "We're running a little behind tonight. Come on in, I just put on some coffee for you." I hadn't stepped through the door when her two 5-year old girls, Shelby and Grace, latched on to my pant leg and hung on for dear life. "Uncle Brett!!!", they gleefully shouted. I tousled their hair and picked them up by their waists. "Hey girls," I grinned, kissing them on the cheek. "Keeping out of trouble?" "No," said Shelby precociously. "Gracie hit me yesterday and left a boo-boo. See?" She lifted her sleeve to show me the battle wound. I had to strain to make out any kind of bruise at all. "Well I'm sure it was an accident," I feigned disapproval, looking at her sister. "Right, Grace?" She nodded quickly and affirmatively. Beth laughed and chimed in, "Okay girls, say goodbye to Uncle Brett and get your things." She turned to me and sighed, rolling her eyes. "We're going to see a movie at the park tonight. Finding Nemo. For the fifth time." I chuckled and wondered how long it had been since Beth had seen a real movie with a grown-up. If she was dating, I didn't know it and it was none of my business anyway. The girls scampered out the door with their Disney backpacks full of toys and sugary snacks. Beth bent down to pick up her purse from the entryway floor. As she did so, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at her off-white cotton panties just peeking out of her khaki shorts as her white tee shirt rode up ever so slightly on her back. My eyes lingered for a moment before I averted them respectfully. No sense getting caught ogling. She straightened up and adjusted her shorts before leaning in and kissing my cheek. A moment of genuine sincerity washed over her face. "Thanks again, Brett. You know I don't know what I'd do without you." "You know that you don't have to thank me, Beth. It's nothing...really." She nodded and left without another word. We go through the same ritual every week. The same words. The same sweet peck on my cheek. She knows that I know she's grateful. But she says it out of appreciation. I watched her leave, wanting her to turn her head and smile at me one more time. I get to see her pretty face only once a week. And although my thoughts were honestly pure, I always love to see her and never got tired of admiring her beauty. Right before she reached the end of the walkway, she turned and smiled. Ah...that's what I was waiting for. Beth knew I was a coffee addict and always brewed me a fresh pot before I came over - even on a hot summer day. After they'd pulled out of the driveway and I waved goodbye, I made my way through the entry to the kitchen, found a Styrofoam cup and poured myself some. I paused to sip as I looked around. Before her husband left Beth, the double-income family did quite well for themselves. Jeff was an attorney and Beth a nurse, so they had money to spare. Their home, however, was quite modest. The small ranch style was tastefully decorated and inviting. So when Jeff ran off, Beth was able to maintain the payments without much difficulty. She kept it meticulously tidy. The door to the garage was down the hallway that was connected to the kitchen. The girls' room and a small bathroom were on the left and the master suite was off to the right. I started down the dimly lit hall and glanced into Beth's bedroom as I walked past. Something on the floor caught my eye. Beth kept her home painstakingly free of clutter. When I'd visited in the past, everything was in its place. The girls' toys were picked up, the carpet swept clean, and the dishes were always put away. I'd never seen a stray piece of laundry on the floor. So when I saw a bright pink pile of fabric conspicuously strewn on Beth's bedroom floor, I did a confused double-take. I don't snoop. Again, Beth's business is hers alone and not mine. I am merely a friend and her volunteer lawn boy. And I'm not the type to rifle through drawers or medicine cabinets looking for titillating pieces of evidence to store away in my mind in order to satisfy some nosy curiosity. But that afternoon I was intrigued. My prying interest was piqued. It was a strange thing to see something out of place in Beth's home and for some reason I was driven to investigate. I walked into her bedroom and set the cup of coffee on her dresser. The pink wad of cloth lay on her beige carpet in front of the bed. I knelt down to inspect. Before I knew exactly what I was doing, I unfolded the soft material to realize I was holding a pair of Beth's panties in my hands. At that very moment - without any kind of cognitive restraint - some hidden synapse in my brain fired and flooded my mind with all sorts of lustful, terrible, wonderful thoughts. My heart raced and my chest heaved with sudden breath. I felt my face flush with wild excitement. I stood trembling for what seemed like an eternity. All of my pent up desires about Beth came tumbling into my mind's eye all at once. I envisioned those pink cotton panties on her curvy hips and nearly went weak with exhilaration. I wanted to rip them off of her and discover the treasures underneath. I'd seen plenty of underwear on plenty of women, but none seemed as sexy and beautiful and perfect as these. I turned them over in my hands. They were simple and understated, size 8 bikini cut, and they drove me absolutely wild. I reached down and shifted the growing bulge in my jeans with one hand while bringing the underwear up to my face with the other. I inhaled deeply. It smelled of sweet fabric softener and the lingering scent of woman. Perfect. I am an infrequent masturbator. I find that it dulls the actual experience with a real woman. No matter how much practice I get at pleasuring myself, nothing is good as a woman's hand, or mouth, or whatever. But this was different. This was an experience. I unzipped my pants and fished my hardening member out of the fly of my boxer shorts. It had been awhile since I was that hard. My cock was warm and throbbing in my hand. I stroked it until it was at its very fullest attention. Then I began carefully wrapping the pair of panties around the shaft. The cool material felt wonderful as I grabbed hold with both hands and began slowly and methodically pumping the fabric up and down. It would not take long before I exploded into Beth Clark's underwear. I was completely lost in a moment of lewd filthy pleasure. It felt so dirty to be defiling this innocent woman's unmentionables. That was part of the appeal, I suppose. I had never done anything like it and I absolutely loved it. I never heard the footsteps behind me. "What the FUCK!?!?", I heard a voice exclaim. I spun around with my engorged penis still wrapped in pink cloth. Beth stood not ten feet away watching me obscenely spoil her panties. I release my cock in surprise and they fell to the floor. "Oh shit", I stammered in surprise as I scrambled to conceal myself. "I am so sorry." "Get the fuck out of my house," she demanded with her hands firmly planted on her hips. Filled with embarrassment and shame, I pushed past her into the hallway. "Beth...I..." "I don't want to fucking hear it, you goddam pervert. What if I would have sent one of the girls in to make sure I turned off my fucking curling iron? I can't even look at you, asshole." She must have seen the blood drain from my face as my chin fell toward my chest. She startled me with a quick and harsh slap. I looked at her in disbelief. She was absolutely furious and pointed a finger at the door. My cheek was still stinging as I left the house and got into my car to drive away. I didn't even make eye contact with the girls in the back of her idling SUV. I couldn't. I was pathetic and shameful. They didn't need to see an immoral man like me anymore. I was crestfallen over my disgusting selfishness. Tears stung my eyes. It broke my heart. So I drove. First through the city and then out through the country. I couldn't even stand to look at myself in the rearview mirror. I had no destination and little purpose. My shoulders slumped in regret as I listlessly steered the truck somewhere. Anywhere. I just drove. Finally, I made my way back to my neighborhood half a tank of gas poorer. I sat in the driveway and tried to reason with myself why I shouldn't move to a different state. My shameful sexual urges had ruined an extremely rewarding friendship. And the girls...it would crush me if they thought of their "Uncle" Brett as a deviant. Popping a beer, I sat down hard on my sofa. I considered calling to apologize, but it was well past eleven and I didn't want to wake the girls. I thought about emailing, but I didn't want to seem like I was avoiding confrontation. I was a man and I can admit when I'm wrong. And this time, I was very, very wrong. I sat in the dark and silence. Another beer. My head began to swim. I dozed. I was startled out of the snooze by the chime of my computer waking out of sleep mode. The indicator beep for my email signaled a new message. Wiping my eyes I sat in my desk chair and read the dialog box. It was from Beth. "You need to finish what you started." I read it three times. Not knowing how to respond, I simply wrote, "???" Seconds later, the next line read, "You need to come over RIGHT NOW, and finish what you started." And then I saw she logged off. Confused, I wondered what she meant. Did she want me to mow in the dark? Or did she have something else in mind? I allowed my mind to wander to something naughtier. But she was so angry. Surely she didn't mean something intimate...something perverse... I found my keys and stepped into the cool night air. It smelled like summer rain. I decided to walk and enjoy the muggy night. Crickets chirped and a bat fluttered overhead. My heart raced as I thought of Beth's mysterious message and wondered what her intentions might be. Was it a trap? Would the sex police be there to bust me when I walked up? Would she go nuts and cut my dick off when she realized that only a fucking deviant douche bag would think about jerking off with a pair of her panties? The door was cracked when I got to Beth's place. A dim light shone through. I decided that it was an invitation. A dubious one perhaps, but these circumstances probably didn't warrant ringing the doorbell. The house was still. A small light illuminated the small entryway. I didn't call out for Beth and instead crept through the kitchen. I could see the girls' door was closed but the door to the master suite was ajar. I tentatively approached and nudged the door open. My heart stopped for what seemed like was an eternity. I noticed the panties first. The same pair that I so brazenly defiled only hours ago were on the floor approximately where I left them. Beth was on the edge of the bed washed in the glow of the nightstand light. My eyes had adjusted to dimly lit room. She sat motionless with her legs crossed in a black silk babydoll chemise that barely covered her upper thighs. The plunging neckline generously revealed the cleavage of her two perfect breasts. Her delicate hands were folded in her lap. I took it all in at once, from her porcelain skin to her maroon painted fingernails and toes. Her hair fell to her shoulders and framed her lovely face and her lips pursed in a no-nonsense stare. I exhaled. "Beth..." I started. "Shut the fuck up," she demanded. I obeyed. "Finish what you started." She must have interpreted the confusion on my face and repeated the command, unfolding her hands and pointing an exquisitely manicured finger first to the panties on the floor and then to my crotch. "Finish. What. You. Fucking. Started." I blushed in the dark. Bending down to pick up the underwear, I regarded them in confusion. "Beth", I stammered. "I don't think I..." "Well you better," she scolded. "I'm waiting." Hesitantly, I unzipped my pants in her bedroom for the second time that day. Despite the fact that she looked like a goddess sitting on the edge of that bed, I was limp as a noodle. I've been in some awkward, compromising positions before with lovers, but never like this. She noticed. "Looks like you might need some help". She uncrossed her legs and kept one foot on the floor while pulling the other up onto the bed revealing her perfect white inner thighs. They disappeared into the shadow of the lingerie and came together in a neatly trimmed intersection. I didn't mean to stare, but it was the most inviting-looking sight I've seen in a long time. I was instantly hard. She noticed this as well. She coyly re-crossed her legs, but the image of her most intimate of secrets was permanently burned into my mind. Closing my dropped jaw, I swallowed hard. I wrapped the panties over my stiffening cock. As I began to thrust myself into them, she gave instructions. "You are going to make yourself come," she told me. "You are going to come into those panties and not let a drop hit the floor. You will not talk." She kept her eyes locked into mine. She never broke her gaze and spoke very matter-of-factly. It was as if she were looking right through me with those expressionless blue eyes. Although in complete and utter disbelief over the surreal circumstances, I kept rubbing myself with those panties. It felt wonderful and I threw my head back and closed my eyes. It didn't take long. Stroking with the thought of Beth still burned in my mind, I felt myself beginning to climax. And what a climax it was. I quickened my pace and I felt the tickling sensation deep in my groin. My face flushed and my mind exploded into a million flashes of red and green light. All the wind rushed out of my lungs. Letting loose, I filled Beth's underwear with stream after stream of hot come. Each time I thought I was finished, another spasm shuddered through my shaft and spewed another torrent of sticky sperm into the pink material. The pleasure coursed through my body and flowed out of my trembling cock. Panting, I opened my eyes, finally finished. Beth was still in the same pose, legs crossed and staring through me with a flat gaze. "Are you finished?" I nodded. "Okay, now hand me my underwear." She held out her hand. I could tell that the abundance of come had soaked the panties through. I crossed the room and handed her the wet bundled piece of fabric and stepped back. She held the sopping mess in her hand and began to unwrap it. The majority of the semen had gathered into the crotch area. She unfolded the panties as the goo dribbled from them through her fingers. She met my eyes again, but this time with a wild look. She brought the dripping cloth to her face and tentatively tasted the come with her tongue. Just a small lick at first. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Still locked in her gaze, I watched her lips form into a nasty grin and she stuck out her whole tongue and lapped my come from her panties. She hungrily slurped all of the cream until her lips and chin were coated with the stuff. Without saying a word, she swallowed, licked her fingertips of the excess, smacked her lips and swallowed again. She then silently lifted her foot and placed it through the leg of the panties. Then the other leg. She stood up at the side of the bed and raised them up under the lingerie and twisted them into place. I stared in disbelief. It was the single most surreal, revolting, intoxicating, sexual act I've even been a part of or witness to. I felt lightheaded from the orgasm and the filthy display of Beth's passion. Beth's Place Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story continues the exploits of Beth and Brett. Reading the first chapter is recommended, but not required to enjoy this submission. It is my sincere hope that the reader finds this stimulating and satisfying. Please leave comments -- good or bad -- if you feel this tale is deserving of doing so. * Summer wore on. The daylight, once extending well into the evening, was beginning to come noticeably sooner with each passing week. A chill crept its way into the September air. A singular event stood out in my mind as the defining moment of the season. Beth Clark had not become my lover; no, it was something else entirely. Something much more difficult to put my finger on. Countless times I had played that evening over in my head. I couldn't erase from my mind the hungry, sinful look in her eye as she instructed me to do something so nasty and profane. And then she followed it by doing something even more shocking and obscene. After our indefinable encounter, I didn't see much of her. Either embarrassment or intimidation kept me away. I'm not one to run from an uncomfortable situation or allow others to daunt me, but that night at Beth's place was so unexpected, and so electrifying, that I didn't want to ruin our little secret by confronting her about it. She must have felt the same, because things became awkward between us. Once so friendly and outgoing, she became withdrawn around me. Or maybe I just perceived it that way. Her greetings were cold when I would come around to help her out around the house. She always made up an excuse to leave or busied herself with mundane tasks in another part of her home. She allowed me to spend some quality playtime with her two little girls, which was a huge relief. At least she didn't think I was so much of a creep that I couldn't be a good role model. It would break my heart to have those little ones think poorly of me. To temper our mutual discomfiture, Beth would leave me an occasional tease. The underwear on the bedroom floor, of course - like last time - where I could see them, was a regular enticement. Pink, black, gold -- she left a variety of kinds and colors. But she got creative too. On one of my Wednesday visits she asked me to unclog the drain in the master suite bathroom. As I walked in to do so, I noticed she had conspicuously left her nightstand drawer open. Out of curiosity, I peeked in to see an understated silver vibrator inside. It was obvious that she wanted me to see it, as it lay there in plain sight on her stack of magazines next to her fingernail polish remover. One would think that something so private would be kept hidden. With my curiosity getting the better of me, I picked it out of the drawer. I inspected the eight-inch piece of reflective plastic. I twisted the black knob at the bottom and it sprang to life. Startled, I nearly dropped the humming device. I turned it off and placed it back where it belonged. Another time she left a single wrapped condom at the foot of the bed, its blue wrapper lying in contrast to the white bedspread. On one of my visits on a steamy August day, I walked outside to find her sunbathing face down in a lounge chair with the strings of her two-piece top undone. Feigning embarrassment, she had clutched the bikini to her chest and scurried inside. But she knew exactly what time I came over on Wednesday and the display of immodesty was undoubtedly a charade. Despite these hints, she remained coy. Never following up like she had earlier in the summer. After what she'd been through, I was happy to let her go at her own pace. She'd been burned recently. Who was I to rush things? After all, it was my son of a bitch friend who left her. So I waited. I had time to be patient. I continued to date other women. As far as I knew, Beth was seeing other men. If she was playing hard to get, that was fine with me. But I didn't know Beth as one to play games. She was just being demure. It was kind of sexy to have to wait. The built up anticipation was palpable. But anticipation of what, exactly? Before, I saw Beth as a friend, but now, after she'd expressed a sexual side of herself I'd not seen before...now it was something else entirely. I lusted after her. It was like night and day. I longed to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and protect her. I was experiencing all kinds of unexpected feelings. She was in my head. Finally, toward the end of September, when I'd nearly abandoned all hope of more physical contact with Beth, she broke the ice. I'd come in from finishing trimming her yard, covered in grass clippings and smelling like lawn mower exhaust. She was sitting at the kitchen table, balancing her checkbook. She had her brown hair up in a clip and it fell messily across her forehead. She had a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose and a pencil clinched in her teeth. Taking it out of her mouth, she looked up at me. "Well, I'm all done," I reported, leaning against the counter with a styrofoam cup of coffee. I wiped the sweat off my brow with the sleeve of my cotton box-woven shirt. "And after today you probably won't need me to cut the lawn anymore this season, I can't see it growing much more after the weather turns. It's getting chilly already." She turned from her work and brushed a strand of hair out of her forehead. Her face fell and she frowned with a pout. "Okay," she resigned. "I can't begin to tell you how much I've appreciated you coming around this summer." The twinkle returned to her eye as she continued. "But I was hoping you'd do me one more favor." She rose to her feet and walked across the kitchen toward me - her bare feet softly sounding on the hardwood floor. She sauntered over to me and stood on her tip-toes to speak into my ear. She leaned into me and I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts against my chest through her thin white tee. Her lavender perfume tickled my nostrils and her hair brushed against my cheek. "Be here tonight at eleven," she whispered. Then she leaned in further and took my earlobe between her lips. As she sucked it into her mouth, I felt her tongue swirl around, teasing and flipping it. Then she lightly placed an open hand on my crotch and gave it an ever-so-slight squeeze - just enough to let me know it was there. She rocked back on her heels, letting go of both my earlobe in her mouth and my growing cock in her hand. She looked up and her eyes met mine. As she gave me a playful grin, spun around and walked away, I could swear she put a little extra sway in her hips as she crossed the kitchen floor and sat back down at the table. She resumed the work on her calculator. I closed my jaw and pretended to play cool, stammering a goodbye and casually leaving through the garage. But my pounding heart would have betrayed me had she been able to detect the thumping sledgehammer it had become. I hated leaving in such an aroused state. Had I kept my wits about me (and had the girls not been boisterously playing in their bedroom), I would have ravaged her right there in the kitchen . I would have ripped her clothes off and forcefully violated her against the oak cabinetry. Normally, I didn't play the submission game. I like to be in charge and I felt oddly vulnerable to be flummoxed by the confident vixen she had become. Especially when I knew her to be so mild-mannered and reserved most of the time. The sensation was confusing yet liberating and exciting. She made me feel helpless to my own emotions and responses. I could barely concentrate on the road on my short ride home. I needed to clear my head. Or clutter it. I honestly didn't know what the fuck I needed. So once I got home, I fixed myself a generous pour of bourbon and dozed on the patio chair. I awoke around sunset. The crickets had begun their nightly chorus. Fireflies flashed and glowed in the backyard. All around it had turned into a perfect early autumn evening. I brushed and flossed, showered and shaved, paying extra attention to parts that may or may be not be used later in the evening. If it was going to come down to using them, I wanted to leave Beth a good, clean impression. My nerves were jittery with anticipation, so I downed another shot or two of whiskey to balance them out. I tidied the house and killed time before it was time to go over. Minutes seemed like hours. Hours like days. Finally, the clock inched its way to the time to leave. The door was unlocked when I arrived. The lights were off. I knew where to find her. I slipped off my shoes on the welcome mat and slinked through the kitchen. The bedroom door was cracked and I crept down the hallway to avoid waking the girls. Like before, the nightstand lamp provided the only light. And like before, Beth was on the bed. Only this time, she was lying on her stomach on top of the bedspread wearing nothing but a sly grin. Her hair was still wet and face flushed from a recent hot shower or bath. She was propped on her elbows with her chin rested on her interlaced hands. She allowed me to regard her for a moment before speaking. Words from either of us would have shattered the tension and ruined that introductory moment. I could just barely see the tops of her ample breasts cleaved between her arms below her exquisitely sculpted collarbone. Her head and the top of her shoulders hid the rest of the view so I leaned my head to inspect her body. Her smooth back led down to a generously apple-shaped bare bottom. Her slender legs were bent at the knees and her crossed ankles swung playfully through the air. "Glad you could make it," she finally said. "Like what you see?" Dumb question, of course I did, but I managed an affirmative nod. She unclasped her hands and motioned for me to close the door behind me. "We wouldn't want to wake the girls," Beth winked. I obeyed and quietly shut the door. She regarded me for a moment and smiled. She was much more playful than the last time we were together in her bedroom. "Brett," she began. "I've come to the conclusion that you know how to take instructions fairly well. And I can see that you're a bit at a loss for words -- and that's good, because for what we're going to do, I don't need you to speak. In fact, I'd rather you not." She went on, "We're going to continue our little charade. Last time, you did a wonderful job doing what you were told. And if you want this kind of rendezvous to continue, you'll repeat that performance similarly. "You violated my trust by sneaking around in my bedroom, and for that, you must be punished." There it was...the elephant in the room. I squirmed a bit and turned red at the mention of how our last encounter started. But I was intrigued by this 'punishment' scenario. I wondered what she had in mind. And where all this was going. She continued, "I'm assuming that you came back here tonight because you're attracted to me, or you're curious, or maybe you just want to fuck me. In any event, I don't care about any of that for now. You did a very bad thing, and you're going to pay the price. "I've had a rough go of it the last few years. You know what I mean when I say that. But you've been good to me and my daughters. That's why, when I caught you red-handed last month, I didn't call the cops and have you arrested for sexual deviancy. But to be perfectly honest, after the initial shock of catching you, I was strangely flattered. No, it was more than that -- I was more turned on than I think I've ever been." I shifted my weight and put my hands in my pockets and sheepishly blushed. She continued, "So here's my ultimatum -- if you don't like it, you can leave: You are going to please me. I've gone nearly two years without a man in my life. That's a lot of making up for lost time. You're going to help me get that time back. And because I have the leverage of catching you in a compromising position, I'm going to use that to my advantage. For the foreseeable future, you are going to do what I say. It's like a test. If you pass the test, then you will be rewarded. Your reward will be me. And I will do anything you want - no holds barred. But you have to agree -- right here and right now -- that you will do everything I want. Everything." My mind was racing. I could tell that she had thought out this little soliloquy. Of course I wanted to please Beth. And I wanted her to please me. And I didn't particularly want to wait for that, but what man is going to say no to a wet naked siren sprawled out on her bed, demanding that I do what she wants. I gave her the only answer I could have. "I'll do whatever you want." She smirked, "I thought you'd say that." Her tone turned serious, "Well, I suppose there's no better time than now to start." I made no effort to hide the rising bulge in my pants. Her eyes trailed down to where my cock was threatening to split open my zipper. She seemed pleased. "I won't mince words - I loved the taste of your come. I've never been much for that sort of thing, even when I was married. I did it out of duty because I thought that's what wives were supposed to do for their husbands, but it was never by choice. So I don't know what came over me when I ate yours. All I know is that I've never been so aroused as by the thought of your sperm in my belly. And I've been craving it. "So tonight, you're going to give it to me again. But not in the same way you did last time." She paused and her pensive face melted into a wicked grin. "No, this time will be different." She nodded at my crotch. "I see you don't need much in the way of inspiration." I looked down at the awkward tent growing perpendicular from my groin. "Take it out." I did as she asked, unbuttoning the metal clasp and unzipping. I fished my cock out of my boxers and pushed the waistband down under my testicles. My erect penis pointed stupidly back at Beth. It was hot and stiff, throbbing with anticipation. It leaked a bit of fluid from the tip. Beth smirked , "Stroke it for me. But don't you dare come yet." I obeyed, grasping the warm sheath of flesh in my fist. I gingerly rubbed it between my palm and fingertips. "Now come around to the side of the bed." Her eyes followed me as I continued to rub my engorged member. Each stroke was bringing me closer. It didn't help that Beth was encouraging me with her fabulous voluptuous back side staring back at me from the bed. I stood at the bedside, awaiting my next instruction. She scooted over to the edge on her belly. She lifted her head from her hands and rested her face on the bedspread. She slid her hands down her sides and took hold of her supple buttocks, one cheek in each hand. Her breathing became heavier as she spread her ass lewdly. Her cheeks parted to reveal a hairless crevasse and perfect ring of cracked muscle. Her pert asshole was pink and clean -- an unspoiled circle of wrinkled flesh. "Come on my asshole," she sighed, her voice muffled by the bedspread. I was shocked at the vulgarity of her command and the crude expression of her request. I hesitated, but leaned closer over the bed and positioned myself over her bare rear. I propped myself up with my knee on top of the bed and took aim at my target. I began to tense as I felt the orgasm approach. Her chest was heaving and she squirmed and writhed in anticipation of my hot seed. The tension in my testicles begged for release and I thrust my cock into my fist over and over. Finally, the stimulation gave way and the pleasure coursed through my body. My cock started to spasm and the come rushed through my shaft. The long organ contracted and shot the first load across Beth's bottom . The string of opaque fluid splashed her outstretched fingers and trickled down into her crack. The next cord of thick semen hit the mark, pooling on her quivering asshole. I suppressed a groan as another spurt gushed out and joined the dense puddle of goo forming on her beautiful anus. I milked a fourth jet of cream onto her and then a fifth. Beth was now face-down on the mattress, stifling a yelp of pleasure as she was overcome by her own orgasm. She had reached climax just by feeling my come on her body. I had sprayed her backside with my spunk and now only a few drops trickled out of the head of my penis. I patted her bulbous cheek with my dick and wiped the excess on her hip. "I thought you wanted to taste it," I panted. Her face was still buried in the mattress, her body still heaving in contentment. "I do," she said. "But not before you have a taste." I started in protest, "Wait a minute..." She lifted her head and I could see the fierce determination in her eyes. "Listen, fucker," she sternly hissed through clenched teeth. "We had a deal. You do what I say. And you're going to lick all that come off my asshole and spit it into my mouth. And I want it ALL." I was taken aback by the harsh rebuke, but unequivocally excited by her obscene order. I knew about snowballing and swapping and all that crude, hardcore stuff, but had never experienced anything like it. And I'd never tasted my own come. It wasn't that I found the idea revolting necessarily, I just hadn't thought about it. I looked down at the criss-crossed pattern of sperm starting to liquefy on her body and in between her ass cheeks. It was decision time. I could leave now. But then I wouldn't have the opportunity to ever be in a position to have my way with Beth. And I wanted to have my way. If I just did this act and got it over with, who knows what kind of depravity I'd be walking into. I hadn't even had sex with Beth, but she was revealing herself to be a cum-hungry sperm slut. And I loved it. So I kneeled over the bed. As I lowered my face to Beth's ample bum, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. She had left her hands fall to her sides and she was no longer holding her ass open. I placed my own hands on either side. Her soft flesh was incredible. It was the first time I had ever put my hands on Beth's skin in a sexual way and I knew at that point that it was all worth it. Her body trembled as I ran my tongue over her warm, smooth bum. I paused as I reached the first spot of my own semen. Fuck it, I thought, and went forward. At first I thought that the gelatinous stuff had no flavor. But I was just tasting it with the tip of my tongue. As I sucked the whitish-clear cream off her body, I realized that it was a bit salty and smelled quite musty. Not entirely unpleasant. I sucked off a little bit and swallowed. It wasn't so bad. "Save some for me," Beth breathlessly requested. She had craned her neck to watch and was studying my movements lustily. I parted her ass with my fingers and surveyed the puddle of quivering sperm on her taut hole. Suppressing my initial gag reflex, I slurped the goop into my mouth. As I did, I realized two things: One, I had a mouthful of my own come and didn't really mind. Two, I was chin-deep in Beth Clark's ass. The latter consideration far outweighed the consequences of the former. "Okay, now bring it to me." Beth tilted her head back and I hovered over her face. She opened her mouth expectantly. I lowered my lips to hers and opened them. My come drooled out of my mouth and down my chin, most of it making its way into her and the rest spattering her lips, cheeks and chin. With all of it gone, I pursed my lips and spit the rest into her mouth. She lifted her finger to her face, wiped the excess off and greedily sucked the finger into her mouth, wiping it on the back of her hand. She reached down to her backside and did the same with the surplus I hadn't slurped up. Then she lifted her face to mine and kissed me. A wet, sloppy, slimy kiss. Our tongues jockeyed for position inside each other's mouths. We released with a smack and she looked down at my flaccid cock, still hanging rudely out of my pants. Beth's Place Ch. 02 "I want to give you a preview of next time," she offered. "Stand up." I did so as she propped her self up on her elbows. She leaned her body forward and took my limp member in her mouth. It began to stiffen instantaneously. She held it in her mouth, using her tongue to move it around. As I became hard between her lips, I could see the bulge in her cheeks as she thrust to head back and forth and side to side. Then she pulled back. The absence of her mouth on my shaft was like being hit with a cool breeze. "That'll be all." She flicked a finger at the door. I gasped in disbelief. She clearly had no intention of finishing the job she started. I looked at her in indignation and couldn't believe that she was teasing me like this. "Pull up your pants and get the hell out of my house," she ordered. One moment she was voraciously satisfying her insatiable appetite for my come and the next she was giving me half a blowjob and telling me to scram. It was as effective as a slap on the face. I stared at her in confusion. "And close the door behind you...I have unfinished business that I'll see to myself." The thought of Beth getting herself off made my erect cock even harder. I started to protest, but remembered what she said about 'punishment'. So this was it. She made me eat my own semen, got me hard again, and was then going to send me home. Unbearable. I zipped up and turned to leave. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said. "I know sending you off like this is cruel, but I'm not ruthless." She smiled another one of her wicked grins. With a slight grunt, she reached down under her bed and pulled out a pair of red silk panties. "These are for you," she held them out to me. "I know how much you like this sort of thing, so I wore them all day today. But you have to make me another promise." What next, I thought indignantly. "You have to think of me when you're jerking yourself with my panties wrapped around that beautiful dick of yours." I laughed. I was slowly getting used to the frankness of Beth's tone. "That's not going to be a problem," I said, taking them from her. "Good to hear. Now leave." Once again, I obeyed. I closed the door behind me, but stood outside the door, collecting myself. I was halfway hoping that she would change her mind and invite me back in. But I knew better. Beth had other things in mind. And as I turned to leave, I could just make out what I could have sworn was the low hum of the understated silver vibrator she kept in her nightstand drawer. Beth's Place She sat back down on the bed and motioned to the door with her hand. "You can leave now," she said flatly. I looked at her in puzzlement. She repeated herself, "I said: You can leave now." Exhausted, confused and perplexed, I put myself together, left Beth's house and walked home in the rain. I couldn't stop thinking about that encounter. I stayed away from Beth's house. Even on the days when I would normally go over to mow. I didn't know if she was angry, turned on or indifferent. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into a month. Finally, I was at work when I received an email from her. It simply said, "Brett, I need you to mow this Wednesday. Beth." Wondering if enough time had passed for our relationship to return to some kind of normalcy, I made my way over to her house the next Wednesday. The grass was tall and there was work to be done. She and the girls weren't home, but there was a note on the door. "Brett," it read. "The doors unlocked. Coffee's on. Thanks." I opened the door and went inside. I poured myself a coffee and headed to the garage. Beth's bedroom door was open. Nothing was out of place. Except, of course, for a pink pair of panties tossed on the floor by the bed.