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The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 2

By: FuzzyB



She's always been very oral!

After her trip to Hidden Lake in the summer, Beth had few opportunities to explore her sexuality outside the marital bedroom —but in there, things were great. Martin was a giving and thoughtful lover who had an amazing patience and recuperative capabilities. She had never doubted his ability to give her what she needed. Then again, they both knew that she needed more than he alone could provide. It was okay with Martin that Beth wanted to explore her pleasures. They had agreed early on that this was to be a shared quest, and that each would offer the other new partners and new experiences.

The summer had been a busy one in the store. Sales had been brisk and had barely slowed down after the tourist season; this was going to be her best year by far. Martin's business was also taking off with new clients all around the coast and on the Island. He had extended his territory into the Whistler area. Sales were great, but there was never any time left over for the pleasures of Beth.

Summer flew past and fall was storming along. Sales were great; income was rising; and pleasure stayed simple between only the two of them. Beth and Martin each knew that there was a time for building up the business, and another for building up pleasure. Now was the time for business.

Having had their best ever quarter to the end of the year, the couple decided to celebrate their success by throwing a big New Year's Eve bash for their closest friends. They would invite eight or nine couples they both knew and would have the bash catered by one of the new caterers in town. It would be a night to remember for all their friends.

Planning the event took more time that either Beth or Martin realized, but soon enough December came to a close and the new year called out for celebrants. The party was held in their new apartment over her store. With no neighbours and no customers in the commercial area that night, the music would be loud and the drinks liberal. It was a time to enjoy friendships and to celebrate a terrific year. And celebrate they did!

First to arrive were Anne and Terry. Anne worked for Beth in the store but they had been friends for several years before Beth had bought in. Terry was no stranger to Beth or Martin, but he always seemed to be distant and never seemed thrilled to be around other couples. Anne was a petite brunette with small breasts but great nipples that seemed never to rest. Tonight was no different as they clawed at the thin silk of her black evening dress.

Alison and Jane showed up next, each wearing jeans and a t-shirt. They were friends of Martin's from high school and had recently come out as a couple. They were great fun at a party, especially when they decided to kiss and play.

Other guests arrived soon after. There was Michelle, a tall redhead with the most amazing boobs. She was all natural and often joked that her tits were models for plastic surgeons. Michelle had long been the object of desire for the men who met her, but she was very selective.

There was Michael of course, and Terrence. Those two were single, hetero and always ready to go. Being 24 years old and built like models didn't hurt either. Terrence was of special interest to the ladies as he always wore tight pants with what looked to be a sock behind the zipper —but it wasn't!

Several other friends arrived over the next hour and soon the party was in full swing. Drinks flowed, though only a few were getting drunk so early. Most were enjoying the party and the great company. The hosts were around and about but seemed to never stop in any one group for very long. The caterers were also busy with their preparations in the dining room and kitchen areas. The call for dinner came not long after the arrival of the final guest, around nine o'clock.

It was a magnificent dinner with excellent service, wine, conversation and just enough ribald humour to loosen everybody up. These were good friends who all knew each other, at least to some measure, and conversations were filled with innuendo and challenge. The night wore on and the new year approached steadily. A few of the men were already pretty drunk, as were some of the women. Of course, all were still pretty much in tune with the party atmosphere. One or two couples had occasionally disappeared, only to come back slightly flushed and smiling.

Midnight approached. The clock ticked closer to the new year. Ten – nine – eight… "Happy New Year!" Glasses were raised in toasts of friendship and camaraderie. Kisses were exchanged, and more than a few hands grabbed at breasts and crotches. It was a New Year and that meant having another drink.

That is when the tequila came out. Groups of people were doing the tequila tango, first the salt and a quick blast of liquor, and a lime slice chaser. It wasn't too long before things became a bit more risque. Beth had been a good hostess so far but with all the responsibility off her shoulders as the party took on a life of its own, she joined right in with the others. In no time at all five or six of the guests had gathered around her toasting her party and her dress.

Beth wore a long gown of rich purple fabric, all lacy and sexy. The cut along one thigh rose from the floor right to her hip. Had she turned too quickly it would have been clear to a lucky few that she wore no panties. Her voluminous breasts were thrust together in a bustier that enhanced her already generous cleavage. If you looked at the right moment you could just see the edge of a tattoo that adorned her left breast. But that cleavage! No one missed the opportunity to enjoy the sight. As the evening had progressed, Beth had become more and more liberal with her assets and had often bent over to examine something or to freshen up a drink. Whatever the reason, she was ready to offer her guests a great view. And they appreciated it, she noticed.

Martin had been doing much of the hosting during the night as well. He travelled between groups staying just long enough to let his friends know he enjoyed their presence at the party. He refilled drinks, joked with the boys, flirted with the women and had a very good time. Being the only one who was not drinking, Martin had more than his share of interesting moments. It was he alone that noticed Anne and Terry slip into the back bedroom with all the coats. Then Anne and Jane only a few minutes later! He would have to tell Beth about that later —maybe Anne was more open about her choices than she let on?

As the group doing the tequila shots became more adventurous, someone in the circle around Beth dared her to let him lick the salt off her leg. Not being one to miss a chance to prove her daring, Beth offered her leg, just below the knee to her challenger. The circle widened to include almost everyone left at the party and Beth decided that this was not nearly daring enough. The second person who asked was Jane, the lesbian friend, and Beth offered her the same spot just below her knee, around the back. It took Jane at least ten seconds to lick off the salt. As she did, electricity ran up and down Beth's leg, right into her being.

The group began a chant for more leg, "Give us some thigh!" they cried. Beth thought to herself "you have to love the safety of group mentality." And she carefully slid the hem of her dress up her leg, past her knee until half her thigh was exposed to them all. During this, one person was sitting back and watching from her position on a low chair by the table where Beth was offering up her thigh as an hors-d'oeuvre. It was the Michelle, the redhead. From her position, she could see right up the slit to Beth's bare pussy; her gentle smile unnoticed among the partygoers.

Soon all the men were using Beth for the salt, each one lingering a bit longer on her thigh than the last. And each time those tongues dragged across her flesh, Beth felt a flash of eroticism shoot up her leg to her vagina. She wondered if anyone could notice the powerful fragrance of her cunt as it got wetter and wetter. What she did not realize was that Michelle could already see the juice making its way down one thigh. Still unnoticed, she licked her lips in anticipation.

As the daring of each man increased, some of the women began to drift away. Some left the room, most left the party. The few who had stayed were not interested in what was developing, though all were surprised that this could be happening with their men! Soon, all that were left in the dining area were Beth and Michelle —and six of the men. Martin stood at the door and watched; an uninvolved seventh.

Noticing the new intensity of the audience and feeling little inhibition because of the tequila, Beth decided to see what might develop. She decided to move things along a bit further. She took the waist of her dress in each hand and slowly began to gather the fabric up. At first no one seemed to notice, then everyone did. The sudden quiet in the room was marked —the dress slowly made its way up her legs. Higher and higher. The calves, the knees, then those voluptuous thighs.

The fabric dragged against her skin. She felt the heat of her skin replaced by coolness of the room. All eyes were upon the hemline, now at mid-thigh. Where would she stop? Inexorably, the fabric crawled up, exposing more and more of luscious skin. Beth paused just before making the decision to go all the way and offer her pussy to them all. With a sudden, cross-handed pull she tore the dress up over her head in one smooth motion. She stood there clad in heels, the filmiest bra and nothing else. There was an audible gasp of appreciation, most of all from Michelle.

A loud cheer and hoots of appreciation rang out. While the men were stunned at the sight, none looked away. Michelle was especially attentive and stared up directly into Beth's pussy. She noticed the lips thick with expectation and moist with anticipation.

It took about ten seconds for the first guy to reach out and touch Beth. He was a bit tentative as if asking for permission. At the same time Michelle made her move. She stood up next to Beth and repeated the action with her own dress. It came off splendidly and with equal aplomb. She wore white stockings held up by a lacy matching garter belt. Her panties were tiny and barely covered her pussy, yet not a whisper of pubic hair escaped. She wore no bra, a testament to those wonderful 22-year old breasts. They stood high and proud, demanding their own share of attention. And they certainly got it!

Beth made the next move and reached out to Michelle and cupped a huge boob in her two hands —it took them both! Her mouth followed and went right for the eraser that was a nipple. The two women held each other, rubbing ample breasts and kissing passionately. Tongues darted, intertwined. Their hands groped feminine flesh, pinching, feeling and grasping.

The audience was, to a man, silent as they watched the show. Beth leaned back from Michelle, had a look around the circle of men and chuckled "it's too bad no one else is interested in being naked."

The liquor and the show had loosened the ties of propriety beyond repair and all six men reached for their belts. Soon, six had dropped their pants; shirts came off and even underwear flew off. And suddenly, there stood six great erections!

All the while, Martin stood by the side watching the events unfold. He knew that this was a good thing for his wife. She had needed to totally unwind from her work and responsibilities for months, and this was just the ticket. He was so proud of her confidence and of her magnificent body. And Michelle was pretty spectacular, too. As for the six guys, "enjoy, honey," he whispered under his breath.

In no time at all the two women had dropped to their knees in the centre of the circle of men and each was grasping a cock in each hand. They stroked a few times, moved to another man and did the same thing again. Somehow, each knew the game and each played it in perfect unison. The men that were not being handled each had their own hands around their tools and were also stroking.

"What a jerk-fest," thought Martin. "This is great to watch!"

It was only a few minutes before one of the women decided to improve the situation for the man in her hand. Whether it was Beth or Michelle that did it first matters less than the fact that one long suck on one cock triggered the other woman to match the act. Two seconds later, Michelle was up on her feet and joked to Beth, "I'll take you on, girlie!"

Beth, never one to back off from a dare challenged back, "choose your weapon!"

The rules soon became clear. All six men would line up in a row, each on a chair, erection pointing high. Each woman would start at one end of the line and suck off one man at a time. The first one to make her three men come would win.

That was when Michelle noticed Martin who was still just watching the developments. She piped up with "let's put Martin in the middle so there's an uneven number!"

Beth looked to Martin. He looked back with a bit of doubt on his face. Then he dropped his pants too and walked over to the line. "I'll be the prize, okay?"

That seemed to be the signal for the contest to begin and both women dropped to their knees in front of their respective cocks-in-waiting. Much as the men who were being fellated could not speak a word, the others lost no chance to cheer on their woman, probably to speed up the trip she was making towards their cock.

Beth's first contestant was Michael. His gorgeous body was tanned all over —even his cock was a bit tanned! This surprised Beth, but she felt a certain flash as she thought about how, and where you could get a cock-tan. "Imagine that!" she thought.

As she reached out to him Michael slid down in his seat towards her giving her perfect access to his cock. It was jutting out from his crotch what must have been almost six inches, with just a bit of a curve up towards the sky. Beth took one look, grabbed a handful and almost inhaled his cock. Right up to his balls and all that was showing was a puff of blond pubic hair. It took about 30 seconds to make him come. "Where's the challenge," thought Beth as she swallowed his offering.

Michelle also had an easy time with her first contestant. He was young, no more than 19 years old and was slim with a pretty small cock, no more than five inches. She, too, inhaled his manhood. His face showed the incredulity of the experience for him. He had never experienced anything like this before… eight or ten pumps with her hand backed up with her great wet lips and he was a gonner! Michelle, contrary to Beth's strategy of swallowing, let him come all over her tits. "This way the next guy will be in my power even more!"

Each woman moved on to her next target at much the same time. Michelle had a treat in store with Terry, Jane's husband. He was of average size but there was a most unusual knobbiness to his cockhead. It seemed to be too big for the shaft it so forcefully capped. His cock was thin at the base where it disappeared into a shock of curly black hair, then it widened towards the head. The head itself appeared to be sitting atop a small pole.

She began by licking all over the head, then kissing her way down the finely veined shaft and into his pubic hair. She sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time, tugging gently with her teeth and making him shudder. Her mouth worked its way back up the shaft from underneath, tongue lovingly and very wetly coating the underside of Terry's cock in her drool. Then she turned her attention to the crab-apple mounted on that post. Her mouth opened wide —wider than she thought possible, her lips stretched thin around the huge knob. Then it was in! Michelle thought she would choke, but she never had and this was not going to be her downfall in this contest. No way!

With both hands wrapped around Terry's shaft she sucked wantonly on the head of his prick, only able to accept the first few inches of the shaft behind the massive cockhead. But her hands worked a magic as she slurped and sucked. The saliva from her mouth easily coated the whole shaft enabling Michelle to stroke him hard at the same time as she was manipulating his glans in her mouth.

Unlike her first suck, this one had some staying power. But not that much and soon his groans began to get louder; his hips bucked against her face. Impishly, Michelle pinched off the base of his cock with one hand making him hold off coming just that much. He groaned again and told her, "I have to come now!"

Yet she held off on her manipulation. Held off on the stroking just a bit until it seemed as if his cock could get no harder, could throb no more. Then she madly went after him with mouth and both hands letting him fuck her face. She had relaxed and been able to take much more of that great cock into her mouth. When she felt him start to come she pulled her mouth away and watched as a huge blast of ejaculate shot directly onto her face. The first spurt was huge; the second not much smaller but she aimed it downward towards her ample chest and adding it to the first man's now drying semen. Terry shot off another couple of bursts as she worked her hands back and forth on his erection. He fell back onto the chair. Collapsing. Spent.

As Michelle looked over to Beth she saw that her friend was also making this one a bit better. She could see the way that Beth's head bobbed madly back and forth along José's coke can of an erection. His penis was only about five inches, maybe a bit more, but it was as thick as the wrist that was holding it.

Beth had been surprised at her next challenge. Finishing with Michael had been fun, if easy, but this was something else altogether. The shaft facing her looked as wide as it was long. She had never seen such a thick one before, and was intrigued. To make matters even more interesting, José had completely shaved all the hair from his pubic area making his cock stand out all the more. Beth had first stroked it and rubbed her tits all over it. "What an intense feeling," she thought.

In her throat is exactly where it ended up, though she had no idea that such as thing was possible. Just before engulfing that beer can she yelled out to all who were there, "I give great head —watch this!" and promptly swallowed the whole thing.

Even she did not know how it happened, but she was soon letting José fuck her face. She leaned back a bit with one hand on her tits and one in her pussy and just let him stroke himself into her mouth. This is when Michelle had chosen to look over, and was amazed by the action beside her. She thought to herself, "quite the talent, I must say."

Soon José came, shooting a bucketful of cum into Beth's waiting throat. Unexpectedly. She swallowed but had to come up for air. The second shot hit her square in the throat; the third was back into her mouth. Beth gave her most recent success a quick goodbye lash of the tongue and moved on to her third erection of the match.

Michelle had watched the end of Beth's work without moving but as José came she realized that she might have fallen behind. She quickly dove to the next man —and stopped dead. It was a monster! No less than ten inches of cock meat stared back at her; the eye gaping open slightly. More than that, he was uncut so only half of a deep ruby head was showing from its hiding place. "It's not even all hard yet?" thought Michelle. "I'll never get that one done," she thought.

Then she had an inspiration. She called to a woman standing off to one side, "get me that bottle on the table!"

Five seconds later Anne had brought over a bottle of extra virgin olive oil from the kitchen. Michelle grabbed it out of her hand and dumped its contents onto her splendid tits. It splashed all over her, dripping off her hard nipples, sliding down her tight tummy and onto her tiny white panties.


The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 3



The tremendous success of their New Year's eve bash made Beth and her husband very popular party guests among their friends. Although there were occasional trysts or explorations in a back bedroom, the erotic suck-fest of their party was never repeated.

Nonetheless, the couple continued to look for opportunities to expand their intimate relationships. There had been a fun-loving sales clerk in Nanaimo, Angela. She had seemed receptive to the couple's insinuations and on one sales trip all three had ended up in a hotel room for a wild, all-night romp.

There was also the time when Beth picked up the lesbian adult video performer at the strip bar in town. The woman had not minded Martin in the room, watching and masturbating, but she had no interest in men or in cocks that were not artificial. Of course, Beth had enjoyed herself completely.

About six months passed and by early June Martin had conceived a plan with which to surprise his wife on her birthday. He recruited another couple as willing partners. Unbeknownst to Beth, the couple was Anne, who worked in the store and Terry, her husband. This was Terry of the huge cockhead from the New Year's party.

The plan was for Martin to take Beth out for a nice dinner. He did not want it to be too special, so he took Beth to one of the more average restaurants in town. During dinner, Martin made it appear as if he was not completely satisfied with the meal and was starting to be in a bad mood. He suggested that they just go back home instead of going to the movie as they had planned.

Beth was pretty unhappy herself with this boring birthday and made it clear to Martin that she was not impressed at his efforts. She insisted they rent some videos on the way home and took over half an hour making her selections. Martin continued to press her to get home with pleas of being tired, of not feeling well and whatever else struck him as a good excuse. This just slowed Beth down more, but eventually they left the store with two movies, a large bag of chips, two litres of pop and a movie magazine.

Martin led the way up the stairs to their apartment, dragging Beth along more quickly than she wanted. What she did not know is that while they had been out for dinner Terry and Anne had been preparing themselves, and the bedroom, for Beth's big birthday surprise.

They were waiting for Beth just inside the door. Each wore a mask, dark sweat pants and baggy t-shirts. Martin, carrying the movies and purchases, walked in exactly as planned —he had made enough noise to signal the others of their arrival. He walked past the two of them as if they were not even there. The entryway into the apartment was very dark and the light switch failed as Beth tried it. Just as she swore that the light was burned out, she felt her arms being grabbed from behind by two strong hands. A blindfold was quickly positioned over her eyes and she heard Martin call out, "Surprise!!"

Knowing that Martin was involved put Beth at ease... somewhat... but still she struggled against her captors, all for naught. They were much too strong for her. One was smaller than the other and appeared to be a woman. The other was definitely a man as she could feel his rough, blue-collar hands. No sound came from either captor as they manhandled her. Her struggles failing, Beth allowed herself to be dragged deeper into the apartment. They were pulling her towards the bedroom. "This is starting to look better," she thought. Her words, however, were not so honest.

"What the fuck is going on here?" she demanded. "Let me go right now, dammit!"

No one payed attention, except maybe to hold onto her more tightly.

"Who the hell is this? Why are you doing this to me? Martin! You'd better not be involved or you're cut off!"

Fortunately, the three conspirators realized that Beth was just starting to play along. But they said nothing. Not even Martin.

The final ten feet to the bedroom were the toughest for the mysterious couple. Beth struggled more and more, making realistic efforts to get away. A sudden, unexpected slap to her ass soon changed that. The smack was loud. It hurt. But it went directly to her cunt and she eased off just a bit. "There's no use getting away," she was thinking.

The only words Martin spoke were instructions that Beth had better enjoy her thirty-sixth birthday party because a lot of work had gone into this surprise. He advised her that if she truly wanted them to stop that she should simply call out her safety word: FuzzyBear! She nodded her agreement, then struggled even more. Another slap in the ass just made it worse as it had the effect of making her want to fuck.

Once in the bedroom, Beth was pushed into the centre of the king-sized bed. Two strong hands held her arms firmly; two others held her legs apart. While the men held her firmly in place, the woman strapped Beth into the velcro restraints that had been added to the bedposts in preparation.

Now tied down securely, Beth felt her skirt get roughly pulled off. She wore no underwear so was immediately exposed to her trio of captors. Her light summer blouse met a worse end as she felt it ripped from her body. Her bra unsnapped at the front and was quickly pulled off her great tits. There was no fooling the others that this was working as they could all see her erect nipples and a moisture already building up between her legs.

There she lay, spread-eagled on her own bed. Her pussy open to an unknown audience. She heard sounds she could not identify. She then felt someone climb onto the bed on either side of her. There was a smooth thigh and leg on her right; a hairy, masculine one on her right. The first sound she did recognize was the sound of fucking as the man inserted his cock into the woman right above Beth's face. The motion and the sloppy sounds were unmistakable as fucking. What was obviously a good fuck, too, as the breathing became hard, the thrusting more urgent.

In a moment Beth felt the two pull apart and a shot of what must have been cum land on her face. Her tongue snaked out to catch a taste —it was not familiar! But in no time someone else's tongue had licked up the ejaculate from her face and lips. Beth whimpered in disappointment.

Then the room was strangely silent for several minutes. Beth strained her ears trying to recognize some clue about what was planned. The answer came when two pairs of strong hands grabbed her legs and arms. The velcro was released and she was roughly flipped onto her stomach. Just as quickly, and before she could react, Beth was re-captured in the restraints; she lay on her stomach and her magnificent white ass glowed in the dim light.

Again quiet. Then suddenly the swish of a leather riding crop and a smack right across one cheek of her butt. Apparently, these captors knew of her predilection for spanking. The crop fell several more times across different spots on the fleshy buttocks. Hard enough to inflame her cunt, but not so hard as to produce pain for more than a few seconds.

Next came the splash of what must have been a body lotion. Its soothing coolness was the perfect antidote to the burning she felt on her butt. Many hands slipped over her flesh as they massaged the lotion into her soft skin, down the back of her thighs, across the width of her ass and over the hips. One even slipped a hand down the crack of her butt and poked a thick finger into her anus. A muffled cry rose in Beth's throat as she enjoyed that little surprise. But another voice mumbled, "not yet —she gets nothing yet!" And the hand quickly drew away. Everything stopped and the room grew silent yet again.

Beth cried out, "for God's sake, someone do me already!"

Three voices answered in unison, "No!" Beth groaned, whimpered.

But things were starting to look up as someone was removing the blindfold. It had been an hour since her capture and Beth was glad to be free of the cloth over her eyes. But the dark room was not much better. True, the few candles on the table at the back offered some light to see by, but it was not enough.

Beth turned her head to one side, then the other to locate her captors. She could just make out Martin sitting in a big chair off to one side. He had that huge grin of his but did not say a word.

She turned her head to the other side. On her left stood a man that she did not recognize. Sure, there was a nice, big cock sticking out from between the black leather chaps he wore, but his face was covered in a silk mask leaving only his thick lips and a bushy mustache. He wore only the chaps and as she watched he turned slowly around to show her his tight, muscular butt. Facing away from her, he bent over at the waist and offered her a great view of his hairy legs, strong thighs and tight ass. His chest was equally hairy, but that cock!? Beth thought that it looked familiar somehow, especially that huge knob.

"Who are you," demanded Beth. The guy just laughed, as did the woman. She had come into the room and stood near Martin on the other side of the bed. She was stunning in her own leather outfit. Standing only about five feet tall, this was an inedible example of someone who knew how to dress for a fetish party.

She wore a pair of brilliant, virgin-white leather pants that appeared painted on. A bustier held two perky tits up and out on display to Beth's appreciative eye. Her boobs were thrust up, her nipples were rock hard and the size and colour of cherries. They looked huge in proportion to her smallish tits. Beth swallowed hard as she looked on. Her cunt, already flush with her juices, seemed to get even wetter, as if that was possible.

As Beth stared, the woman also did a slow pirouette allowing her audience of one appreciate the view. She, too, bent over from the waist to highlight her tight, athletic ass. Beth's heart jumped when she noticed that the leather pants were completely open at the crotch. A puff of sandy blonde pussy hair escaped from the slit in the crotch. Beth began to shake with an orgasm —untouched by anyone, but totally taken with what she was seeing.

As the woman turned back to face the bed, Beth noticed the woman's deep tan, her light brown hair sun-bleached to a summer glow that shone in the candlelight. She also wore a mask, but Beth did not care. The woman's tan was deep and even except for the area where a tiny bikini had hidden the smallest amount of her breasts, little more than her nipples, actually. A bright white glow ran up from below the boob, across the nipple and barely spanned her areolas. In fact, they seemed to have escaped beyond the fabric and must have been visible on the beach. These tits were not huge, but they were real, and they were spectacular. That seemed familiar, too, somehow.

While Beth appreciated the wonders of the mysterious woman's body she did not notice the man approaching her from the left. He had no trouble putting the blindfold back across her eyes and she was blind again. She yelled out, "I want to see more of you."

The three of them flipped Beth onto her back again, and re-fastened her bonds yet again. "Let me enjoy myself a bit, already!" she called out.

"You will, trust us, you will..." came the reply from Martin.

Blind to action around her, Beth heard someone approach. Listening closely she identified the sound of a hand stroking a hard cock —an unmistakable, repetitive stroking. Then another sound, a very wet mouth slobbering upon flesh. It's the sound of a sloppy blowjob! There's no other sound in the room, just a mouth back and forth along a hard cock shaft. Maybe there's even a hand holding tight as the mouths dives up and down repeatedly.

A hand is sneaking in behind Beth's head, and suddenly the blindfold comes off. Staring her right in the face, no more than eighteen inches away is the unknown man. He is kneeling in front of Martin and holding on to Martin's thick cock; his mouth encircles the near-purple head. The man looks directly into Beth's eyes as if to say "don't make me stop." Beth's mouth drops open in surprise, and the stranger goes back to the cock in his mouth.

The two men continued like this for several minutes. Martin moans occasionally in pleasure. As much as Beth has been surprised, she is also happy to see that Martin understood that a good face fuck was never to be turned away. After a few more minutes of this, Martin came deep into the man's throat with a hard thrust and a loud groan. He then fell back into his chair, knees weakened by his orgasm.

It was then that Beth looked around to find out what the woman was doing during this time. She was on the other side of the bed, digging around in a gym bag in the corner. She was bent over at the waist and that great ass, encased in its delicious leather and peeking a bit of her pussy was pointed right at the bed.

"She really knows how to flaunt it, doesn't she?" said Beth to the two men.

Still bent over at the waist, woman reached back, unfastened her pants and dragged them slowly down her legs, fully exposing her ass to the other three. Her tan contrasted darkly with the leather, highlighting her athletic, yet feminine build. Beth held her breath as she watched the woman strip.

The woman stood up again and Beth noticed that she was now holding a leather strap. It looked like a harness of some sort. She carefully steps into the harness, pulling it over her thighs. Once it was in place, she reached into her gym bag to pull out a thick, v-shaped double-ended dildo. She took one end, placing it into her mouth and sucking on it suggestively, coating it with a thick layer of saliva. She then slides the dildo into the harness and rubs the head against her cunt to pick up more lubrication. Placing the inner end of the rubber cock at the opening of her vagina, she the slowly eased it into her warm, waiting pussy. Beth can imagine how the woman must feel, getting wetter and feeling the shaft fill her up bit by bit. Now, holding it in both hands, she squats down onto the cock, making half the contraption disappear deep into her love hole.

Now, standing up, the woman snugs up the harness around herself and she steps towards the foot of the bed, her big rubber cock bouncing obscenely with each step. As she came up to the bed Beth was looking on in anticipation. It was clear what was about to happen next.

"Fuck me!" Beth cried out.

The woman knelt on the bed between Beth's spread-eagled thighs, her cock protruding dangerously. On her face was an expression of pure, hot passion for she also knew what was going to happen next. The dildo already in her cunt helped enhance her feeling, too. But the game was to make Beth suffer in anticipation. The woman reached down and grasped her big purple shaft and pulled on it slightly, then shoved it back into herself. This she repeated once or twice more, each time going a bit deeper and harder. Within moments she was aggressively masturbating aggressively with a cock that Beth now considered to be hers.

In and out, slowly, then more quickly. Each time the purple shaft entered the woman's cunt, Beth felt her own pussy screaming for attention. She was absolutely dripping with fuck juice and relief seemed just as distant as it had two hours when all this had begun. Beth could not imagine waiting two hours for an orgasm, let alone that long for a cock inside her. The woman cried out as she came. Ferociously! Unquestionably! Beth cried out almost in tears, "someone please fuck me. Please?" she whimpered, now.

That seemed to do the trick. Without a moment of hesitation, the woman crawled forward on her knees and into position. She approached Beth's wide-open cunt and in one swift motion drove home the full nine inches of length and two inches of diameter of her rubber cock.

That was all it took. Beth screamed in orgasm. Every fibre of her erotic being was electrified by the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her own cum mixed with the puddle of her juices, and those of the stranger.

The woman fucked Beth mercilessly, not that Beth wanted any mercy. She thrust back and forth throughout the orgasm, her own following only a few minutes later. The fucking continued unabated but for an occasional change of pace. Beth came in waves, again and again, each time issuing forth a cry, or a whimper of pleasure.

Eventually the thrusting slowed to a gentle cock-massage, both women having been sated, at least temporarily. That was when the two strangers chose to remove their masks —it was Anne! Her own worker! And Terry, her husband!

"That's why I know that cock! You were at the New Year's party!" exclaimed Beth. "And Anne, I can't believe your tan! A month in Guatemala was good to you."

Despite having been found out, Anne only barely responded. She was busy removing the harness and double-dong. Having done this, she made her way up Beth's still captive body until she was straddling Beth's face. She dropped her pussy, fresh from the mutual dildo fuck, onto Beth's waiting tongue.

Meanwhile, the two men had unfastened Beth's restraints and Terry had taken his place between her legs. With a minimum of introduction he stuck his cock into her cunt as his wife held Beth down with her dripping pussy. This time, there was no fighting off the restraints. Beth was able to reach around Anne to grab her ass and pull her closer as Terry fucked away at her cunt.

"You are so tasty, Anne," mumbled Beth through a face-full of blonde pubic hair.

"And you're great at this," replied Anne.

Terry came soon after. As soon as he withdrew, Martin was there to take his place. His own cock was like steel as he watched his wife eating out her employee. Anne had turned around to face Martin and they were kissing and hugging tightly as Martin serviced his wife and Beth serviced Anne. Martin's dick was deep inside his wife, wallowing in puddles of girl-cum and semen from Terry. Nothing could have stopped him from enjoying this moment.

It took a very short time for Martin to shoot his sperm into Beth. It was his fourth orgasm of the night. As he finished Terry came back to the bed and lay down next to Beth; Anne fell over to the other side, exhausted from the fucking, and from her many orgasms. Martin crawled up his wife's body between them and collapsed at her breast, finally spent.

All four were soon asleep. As Beth drifted off she mumbled incoherently, "I have been well and truly fucked... thank you so much for a great birthday."



The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 4



It took several days for Beth to recover from her birthday party. Working with Anne every day only made matters worse as all she could think about was that incredible purple double-dildo that Anne had given her as a gift. While they had not talked about their time together very much —the store had been much too busy for that sort of distraction— both had openly admitted to fantasizing about a repeat. "Maybe even without the boys," had added Anne. Nonetheless, several weeks passed with nothing more sexual than a full-body hug each day at the end of work.

The sheer amount of work, plus the responsibilities for purchasing and all that government paperwork was almost too much for Beth and she planned for a few days off to rest. Martin was away on business; Anne was in charge of the store and all the paperwork had been completed. Beth would stay home, maybe walk on the beach near their apartment and she would catch up on her reading.

Her first day off was uneventful. She slept in all morning and rewarded herself with a delicious brunch of eggs benedict, fresh-squeezed orange juice and even baked herself some muffins for her walk later on the beach.

"This is exactly what I wanted," she told herself quietly that evening.

The next day was much the same. She woke late and had a muffin and coffee while reading the newspaper. That afternoon she went for a long walk on the beach collecting shells and beautiful views of the ocean and did not return until almost dinner. It was working out to be exactly the kind of rest she needed.

Later that evening, she decided to watch some television, despite having promised herself not to do so. Good thing, though, because her favourite show was on the Playboy channel, Night Calls. Hosted by two incredible babes, Juli and Tiffany, the show was a delightful and safe romp for women curious about women, and men who like to watch.

Juli is a bombshell blonde with great boobs, a neatly-shaved pussy and she just loves women. Her pubes are highlighted by a very cute little blue teddy bear tattoo. The other host, Tiffany, is one of those oh-so-rare genuine redheads. Her pussy is also neatly shaved and while she is new to loving women, she has become totally hooked on them! Her tits? Fabulous! Firm! And best of all, totally real!

This week it was the call-in version of the show where real people phone in for advice from the two girls. While Beth had been unable to get through yet again, one of her favourite topics had been discussed in some detail, and even demonstrated. Tiffany had responded to a caller's request about how to spank his girlfriend just enough to turn her on using a variety of implements. In trying to explain how best to do it, Tiffany soon gave up and got Juli to help demonstrate. The second woman bent right over on her big chair and flashed her tight ass towards the audience. Tiffany's response was to give it a few loud smacks with her bare hand, followed by a few with a short leather strap. In no time flat Juli's butt was red with welts from the leather. That both girls were definitely into it became clear when they seemed to lose their place on the cue cards and stumbled while describing the action.

The show closed with a bath tub feature where two incredible beach babes with huge breasts and tight, tanned bodies gave each other a soapy bubble bath in this huge tub. That was enough to get Beth thinking about her own needs. But with Martin away what could she do? The answer took little effort.

Beth had watched the whole episode getting more interested by the minute. By the time the show was over she had decided to go online to chat with her friend Paul. He had a real knack for turning her on. He called it text-fucking and she was ready for it.

But Paul was nowhere to be found online. "Dammit! I needed some of his stories," she said out loud to no one but her cat. Her backup plan was not long in creation. She decided that since no one was available to pleasure her, she would go it alone, just like when she was single. "Music! That's first," she said aloud to herself and loaded up the CD player with five of her most sensual compact discs. She set it on random and hit the play button. It started with a Barry White tune, of all things.

It took almost fifteen minutes for the huge bathtub to fill up with hot, bubbly water. While she waited she opened a bottle of sherry, her favourite at the moment, and set out a dozen candles of all shapes and sizes around the bath. Some were perfumed while others she lit just for the mood. The light they gave off danced around the room first jumping wildly then dropping off to almost nothing. The amazing variety and richness of candlelight never failed to arouse her.

Admiring the warm glow being cast upon her skin by the candlelight, Beth slipped out of her fuzzy robe and into the hot bath, gliding into a comfortable position well within reach of the wine. On the table beside her was the glass of sherry and a book she had long been meaning to read, Herotica. It was a collection of short erotic fiction by and about women whose cover promised romantic tales to spark her libido, and something for every taste.

"That's exactly what I need," she thought as she snuggled deep into the thick bubbles around her. It seemed entirely appropriate to her that she should be reading lesbian erotica after watching her Wednesday night Playboy show. The first story she turned to was about a woman's first experience with another woman. It seems that this coed was at a bar one night and….

With each story she read, Beth became more aroused. She had been making an effort not to touch herself yet but every once in a while her free hand would dip beneath the surface and caress a breast or pinch a nipple. Eventually she realized the futility of her strategy and allowed her spare hand to slowly make its way over her flesh.

As Beth read, her right hand slowly and gently caressed her body. First a breast, then across her tummy and briefly to her clitoris. Occasionally a finger would dip lightly between her lips and elicit a quick intake of her breath if the timing coincided with the story. She read on, enjoying each new scene, each new partnership.

After a while she discovered herself masturbating slowly, almost carefully, along with the heroine of one story. Unexpectedly the spark of an orgasm flashed through her body. "Surprise!" it seemed to call out.

After finishing almost half the bottle of sherry, and having refreshed the how water too many to recall, Beth decided that it was time to get a little more serious about her pleasures. She stood up slowly in the tub. Candlelight flickered over her body making it glisten wetly as she stepped from the tub onto a thick rug. She stood there for a long time, gazing into the many mirrors around her, appreciating the full and mature body that reflected back to her.

Languidly, she dried herself with a huge bath towel. First her hair, then working up from her feet to her legs and thighs. She spread her legs wide and reached down to dry her pussy. This made her feel sexy because it was so erotic to see herself so openly in the mirrors. Sexy because that was how she had demonstrated herself, though unknowingly, to Paul back at Hidden Lake. She still looked forward to the time when his cock could be hers, too. She finished by drying her big breasts. This she did very lovingly, very tenderly.

Now it was time for her pleasure to really begin. She was ready. The walk from the ensuite to the master bedroom was short but took her past her toy cupboard. Oh, her toy cupboard! She chose carefully, but widely. There was lubricating lotion and some towels in case things got as wet as they usually did; she chose her favourite vibrator, the big purple, clear plastic one with the clitoral trigger —now that one was fun! She also took out a smooth black plastic one with a gold metallic tip. That one had such a great high speed. She picked out a few other surprises including a small vibrator perfect for shoving up her ass when things got really hot later.

She would also need something else, but what? She pulled out her candy cane, a gift she had bought on a whim one day thinking that it's size would be just about right for a bit of unusual fun. It was time to test her theory. But it was still not enough.

Beth laid out her space on the bed carefully. Two big pillows for her head and back; a smaller one to the right to hold all her toys. Lined up on the pillow beside her were the various tools of her pleasure, ready to meet their match with her body.

The music was playing softly and a last glass of wine stood at the ready as she reclined into position, naked but for a light robe. Her anticipation was making her wetter by the moment —she knew what was already building. Beth had always been able to produce the most marvellous orgasms for herself. Sometimes it was during an online masturbation session. Other times it was with Martin as they watched each other masturbate, one at each end of the king-sized bed. Yet other times, during an incredible fuck, she would slip a hand to her clit and the fireworks would blast out on contact.

"There's no such thing as a bad orgasm," she had learned long ago.

The light was coming from one small, diffuse lamp in the corner, just enough to see her body but not so much that it destroyed the sensual mood. She reclined comfortably on the two big pillows leaned up against the headboard. Her eyes were closed and she was thinking back to the television show, remembering how much Martin liked to fuck after watching Tiffany and Juli making out. It never failed to give him a rock-hard erection right there in the living room. "Or should I say in his pants?" she chuckled to herself.

She imagined that they were together watching the show. Often she would slide down to the floor between his legs while he concentrated on the action on the screen. She would remove his pants slowly, almost as if he was not noticing. She saw herself doing it in her mind's eye, taking off his pants to find his strong, thick cock, its head protruding above his underwear.

She would reach up and cup his manhood through the cloth, followed by her mouth. She would nip him slightly just to make him that much harder. He would always react by raising his hips to allow her to slide off his underwear; she knew what to do.

As Beth pictured this, her hands cupped her soft breasts gently, then with more force as her nipples responded. She pinched one, tweaked the other. A slight twist with a moist finger always made the react. Her nipples responded wildly, her areola equally aroused and raised above the tit flesh.

She imagined taking Martin's wonderful cock in her two hands, one above the other. The lower hand cupping his big, furry balls. "I love his balls," she said to no one. She pictured herself sucking on one gently and playing her tongue around it in her mouth. Her hands continued to caress and stimulate her breasts. She alternated between cupping them and crushing them with her hands, always paying special attention to her nipples. She had often described her nipples as being directly connected to her pussy. She would say "they work!" meaning that playing with her nipples would always guarantee in arousing her vagina.

"Oh, yes, they certainly do work!"

In her imagination she now took Martin's cock deep into her mouth. One smooth stroke and it had all but disappeared. Martin took her head in his hands softly pulling her closer. She sucked on the shaft. She kissed and tongued it, alternating from one side to the other, from top to bottom.

All the while Martin watched Juli playing on the televison screen with Tiffany. He, too, was an afficionado of the redhead, just like Beth. One of their shared fantasies was to get together with this one sales rep, Angela, that visited the store two or three times a year. Most recently, Beth had considered inviting her over for dinner. It had been Angela's birthday and she had spent it out of town in Beth's small community, alone and away from her boyfriend. She and Beth had had a delicious conversation about so many things, none related to the business.

Beth had noticed that as Angela listened she would continually be playing with her long auburn hair. Her nipples were very noticeable beneath the fuzzy pink sweater she wore and attracted much of Beth's attention. Beth had considered inviting Angela to dinner back at the apartment but had not had the nerve to chance it. Her thoughts now turned to what might have happened if only…

The two of them might have left the store together, grabbing take-out on the way. Or maybe they would pick up some groceries and cook a special meal together. "That's what we did," imagined Beth. Once back at the apartment the women had put on aprons. Somehow, Beth's was the one with the suggestive saying. Angela did not say a word, she just smiled. Beth noticed.

Dinner turned out great, if a bit messy. The wine they enjoyed during cooking, eating and after dinner helped to eliminate any residual nervousness between the women. Pretty soon they were kidding about sex, the men in their lives, failed romances and even joking about the benefits of a hand-held shower head. It was at that point that Angela had her little accident, spilling a full glass of red wine all over Beth's silky white shirt. The immediate effect was to make the fabric transparent, though tinged with the most sensual shade of red. What followed was not entirely unexpected.

"You should have said something if you wanted my shirt off!" said Beth.

"Let me help you clean up," replied Angela, as she just stuck her whole face into Beth's tremendous, and now delicious, breasts. Her tongue was lapping away at the wine but it was only moments before she started to unbutton the blouse. Beth's was off in a minute. Angela's followed soon after. In just a few seconds both had their tops off. Beth was completely nude from the waist up and Angela wore a wispy red brassiere.

As Beth pictured this happening, it was just as real in her mind as if she really had been there. The imagery was perfect, as was the timing of her fingers in her cunt. They slipped back and forth across her clit, spending most of their time inside her flesh. As she worked her love button madly with the left hand she reached beside her into her treasure trove of toys to pull out her executive model. The shine of the black shaft topped with a metallic golden head lasted but a second before it was immersed between the folds of her hungry pussy. Beth shoved the toy into herself with abandon while the other hand rubbed her clit to a matching tempo.

Her orgasm, the second of the evening, was much more intense than the little one she had produced in the bath. Her panting built to a climax of its own as a fresh new orgasm thrilled through her loins.

"Three …" she exclaimed, as if someone was keeping score.

Easing off the thrusting of her vibrator, Beth sank back into the big, soft pillows. Her eyes remained closed as she enjoyed the final little jolts of orgasmic electricity. As she relaxed there was a new image coming across her field of vision, that of that delicious telephone technician that had been in the store last week.

She remembered his hard butt so tightly encased in those jeans as he crawled around the cash desk running new lines between the counters. His ass had been spectacular; both she and Anne had commented on it as if he could not hear them. But of course he must have heard them! Maybe that was why he had left Beth his card, along with his personal pager number. He had offered any help he could. "At any time," he had added, as if to make a point.

Beth thought of calling him now, but rejected the idea because in her mind, he was already there. She saw him modelling his jeans right in her bedroom. He stood there swaying gently to the music from the CD player. His chest was strong and muscular with just enough hair for her to imagine running her fingers through it, though not so much that she could not dig out his nipples with her tongue.

She saw him peel off the jeans. Slowly, ever so slowly. First, he unbuckled the heavy leather belt and dropped his tools onto the floor along with the belt. He then unsnapped his pants, but delayed sliding the zipper down.

"My own stripper. I love this!" thought Beth as she pulled out another toy from the collection. This one was the genie with that big nose. "All the better to fuck you with," she thought. Her favourite part was the rough knob at the top that stimulated her clitoris every time she buried the face into herself.

The telephone man continued to strip for her. Who cared what his name was, with that body right in front of her. He unzipped the pants taking an excruciating length of time. Mentally, Beth cried out "HURRY UP, ALREADY" but he simply refused to be rushed.

Beth put aside the vibrator that she had been using to tease her clit. She put aside the one that was already buried to the hilt. As she watched the man stripping in front of her she pulled out her big candy cane. Unwrapped, it was almost ready for action. It was already sticky with sugar in her hand but she put it in her mouth to get it wet and sloppy. She then pressed it between her lips and slid it gently into her mouth as if it were a long, straight cock. She pulled it deep inside her throat and wrapped her lips around it suggestively. Once it was fully lubricated, she took it directly to her inviting pussy. There she paused a moment as she pressed the candy shaft against her pussy lips. Then, with a firm push, it went in smoothly. It was deep inside her all at once.. The candy cock was so incredibly hard —there was absolutely no flex to this thing. She slowly drew it in and out of herself and wondered how sweet her pussy was really getting.

"I need someone here to taste me," but she easily did it herself by putting the candy shaft into her own mouth once more. It was sweet with her juices and the candy coating. She fucked herself for a long time while imagining the phone man…

He had finally reached the end of the zipper. The wait had been excruciating but he was about to drop his pants! That was when he turned away from her and slid the pants down just barely over his ass. There was no underwear to slow down the show, just as Beth had hoped. She had returned the wizard dildo back into its place in her cunt as she licked the candy cane. Beth continued to rub herself with the rubber nose. Her cunt was now dripping and a small puddle of her juices accumulated on the towel underneath her ass.

The installer continued to slide the fabric of his pants down his legs. His muscular butt soon was the focus of her attention. In her fantasy she got up, picked up the leather belt and went over to the telephone man. She pushed him just hard enough to bend him over the big chair in the corner and as he leaned there she took the belt and gave his ass a resounding smack. The belt left a wide welt over one cheek but the installer did not flinch. He seemed to push back, in fact. She smacked him again, this time on the other cheek. He flinched, but only for effect as he was clearly enjoying Beth's attentions.

Beth bent over to kiss each red mark, planting a big wet one on each cheek. She reached up between his legs and cupped his immense balls. "They must be full to be this big," she dreamed. Her hand reached further to grasp him erect cock. It was as rigid as a rolling pin, and not much thinner, either.

She turned his body around and he sat down on the chair, legs askance, cock at the ready. Beth reached over to the bed and picked up her tube of lubricant. She lovingly grasped the cock in her right hand and dribbled the love lotion onto the big head of the telephone installer's cock. Large globs of it slid over her hand, down his shaft and disappeared into his pubic hair. She slowly began to stroke the man's cock, masturbating him the way Martin had showed her.




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 4



Repeated sessions with her husband had perfected her jacking off technique until Martin could only hold back for a few minutes, not that she ever let that happen, though. Her hands worked together to grasp the big shaft. They moved up and down with a regular rhythm. Not too fast, but not too slow. She had just the right amount of pressure, too, as she stroked the phone man's big erection. Occasionally she would reach out to kiss the head, or to pop it into her mouth, but this was a handjob so her mouth never stayed there long.

While she pictured herself giving the stranger the perfect jerk, Beth continued to fuck herself with the genie. His face was soaked with her juices as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. A few strokes of the genie, a pinch more and a suck on the nipples, then a flick of the clit and there it was. A great orgasm this time. In her mind the telephone repair man also came as she stroked his cock. His wad of cum shot out towards her face and landed across her chin and throat. She quickly pounded the genie into her cunt for one more big orgasm. And she had it, too. And several smaller ones as she continued to flick her clit with one hand, the genie buried entirely inside her cunt.

Exhausted, Beth thought to herself, "that makes how many? I don't care —give me more."

Finished with the phone man, Beth turned her thoughts to one of her favourite fantasies. Knowing that this would be the best one yet, Beth selected her best toy, the plug-in monster. Martin had begged her to buy this vibrator but she had resisted until Moira, one of their lovers, had convinced her of the incredible joy of using this masturbation machine. They had bought it several months ago and she had never regretted it.

Of course, Beth had prepared well and the machine was already plugged in and ready to service her. She closed her eyes one more time and thought about her fantasy of finding an attractive woman at a dance club. As she waited for the images to flow, she lubricated a small vibrator and set it to low speed. Then Beth stuck it in her ass to provide that extra special feeling as she played with her pussy. The feeling was warm and wonderful. It was time to meet a new lover.

The woman would be dancing with some jerk on the not-too-busy dance floor and the two of them would make eye contact. Each would know what to do with that one glance. Beth would lean over to Martin and tell him that this was it. He would already know the meaning of her phrase as she had been dreaming of this moment for as long as he had known her.

The woman would make her way across the dance floor, never taking her eyes off Beth's ass as she walked away. The woman would catch up just as they reached the women's bathroom. Both would rush past the door, ignoring anyone who might be there. They would quickly enter the first open stall already grabbing at each other's clothes.

Together they would rip off clothes, pushing against each other, breasts mashing together. Their nipples hard and crying out for sucking. Beth would grab the woman's nipple in her teeth and bite just enough to make her notice.

The woman reaches down between Beth's legs, raising her skirt to touch the cunt she so desires. Her fingers probe and dig to find a cunt so wet already that her hand might already fit inside. She plays hard with Beth's pussy, digging between her thick lips to enter her. First two fingers, then three go in easily. She fucks Beth with her hand.

Beth continues to lick all over the woman's tits, going from one to the other. Biting one nipple, then the other, all the time panting that she needs some pussy. The woman asks Beth how much she really wants pussy. Beth cannot answer and just nods her head vigorously against the woman's tits. This is the signal the woman was waiting for and she climbs up on the toilet —thank God for the semi-enclosed booths— and pulls up her dress. No panties, just cunt.

Beth stands in front of the woman gazing into her pussy. It is so beautiful she can almost not bear it. As the woman holds up her short skirt, Beth can make out her pussy clearly. It has a small patch of midnight black hair, carefully trimmed to only an inch wide landing strip that ends just above her clit. In turn, the woman's clit stand hard at attention. Beneath that little knob of a pleasure is a fresh, new pussy. Her lips are wide and smooth. The whole area has been shaved totally bare and is completely soft to the touch. The lips extend outward about an inch as if to demand their own due. They are full, lush and filled with the woman's excitement. Beth realizes that her mouth is watering.

Impatiently, the woman grabs Beth's head and jams it into her pubic mound. There is no resistance and Beth digs quickly into this brand new cunt with vigour, and lots of tongue. She licks around the lips making sure to pay special attention to the button at the top. She nips the protruding lips between her teeth and tugs at them. Beth inserts two fingers into the woman's opening, all the time her mouth is working hard, her tongue competing with her fingers for access.

Beth carefully spreads open the sweet lips in front of her with her hand. She plants a wet, demanding kiss on the new vagina. Almost gently, now, she sucks at the clit, licks down and between the labia imbibing the woman's love juice as she does.

As Beth envisions this happening she realizes that unlike in the past, this might actually happen now. She looks ahead to a trip to Victoria on Vancouver Island where she is supposed to meet a new lover from the city. "This could finally happen," she thinks.

The effect of this realization is to make Beth even more turned on, as if it was possible. She renews her efforts with the big vibrator in her hands and goes on with her fantasy.

The woman is standing on the toilet, her legs spread to Beth's face. The knees are wobbly as Beth brings her new cunt closer and closer to an orgasm. Her own needs are ignored as she fucks the woman with her tongue, biting at her lips, sucking on her clit.

With a scream the woman has an orgasm that has been building for days. She grabs the head between her legs and shoves it harder into her crotch. Beth sucks insanely as the woman's clit causing an extended orgasm that the woman will not soon forget.

But it's all over so quickly as they hear a voice yell out "it's the cops —get out of there!"

Unbelievably, it takes but seconds and the two strangers are out of the stall, skirts in place. They each grasp their blouses closed and exit as quickly as they entered. And they each go their separate ways.

Now, in her bed, Beth screams out her own pleasure as a massive orgasm grabs her entire being and shakes her body uncontrollably. Her intense reaction to this latest session and fantasy brings her to the door of insanity, but not quite.

She falls back onto her pillows, vibrators both still running, pussy juice puddled around her ass and girl cum in a path between her legs extending out to the foot of the bed. Beth is asleep, dead to the world.



The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 5



A few days later Beth was telling Anne about her wonderful days off. Instead of complaining about Martin being away, as she was wont to do, Beth spoke gloriously of being alone and of the terrific date she had enjoyed that night. Anne was intrigued that a woman could give herself so much pleasure, and for such a long time.

"Three and a half hours of fucking yourself?" she said incredulously. "How can you possibly do that?"

"I wasn't fucking myself every minute, silly. I took it slow and easy and made sure I had lots of juice, mostly my own, too! It doesn't hurt to have enough fantasies to carry on that long, either," answered Beth.

Their conversation turned innocent as they discussed their plans for the coming weekend. Anne told Beth that she had been invited to a pyjama party at a her neighbour's house out in the country south of town. It turned out that the party was in celebration of the woman's son moving out of the house. He had just turned eighteen and had moved into town. His mom, Charlene, had decided that she wanted to have a party and thought that by inviting over some girlfriends she could use the theme of being young again.

Beth thought this was a great idea and asked if she might join in for the night. It took one phone call and Anne told Beth that Charlene would be happy to have them both come along. After all, "the more, the merrier," she had said on the phone.

"So it's a deal," confirmed Beth.

"Yes, but you have to bring something," replied Anne, "how about that wicked cheesecake you make? And bring your bathing suit, too. She has a big hot tub on the back deck." With that the plan was set for the following Saturday night.

Saturday arrived sooner than Beth expected, but was no less welcome. The week had been great in the store, but the price was exhaustion by the weekend. She and Anne both were ready for a little diversion, and a dip in a hot tub, of course.

Beth drove out to Anne's, and left her car in her driveway. They then walked over to Charlene's together. They arrived early with their overnight bags and some goodies for dinner. Charlene greeted them warmly and showed them into the downstairs play room where everybody would sleep tonight. There were foam mattresses and pillows spread all over on side of the big room. On the other side was a giant screen television and a wet bar. Beside the bar were french doors that opened up onto a big cedar deck upon which sat an immense hot tub.

"What a great setup you have, Charlene," complimented Beth. "You are sure equipped for a great party."

Anne followed up by asking who else was expected. Charlene answered that she had invited about six women, but that only three others had been able to get away. "There's Geri, one of my best friends, and we'll probably see Cara-Lynn and Kayla, too."

"Anne, you might know Kayla, she's Jason's girlfriend. And Cara-Lynn is her best friend from school. They both graduated last June." Anne cast a subtle glance over to Beth who responded with a sly one of her own. This was going to be one fine party.

"I'm going to get some snacks ready upstairs. Why don't the two of you get your swimsuits on and make yourselves a drink at the bar. I think I've got just about everything," offered Charlene.

Beth and Anne each tossed their bag into the corner near the largest foamie and headed right for the bar. They soon decided on a big pitcher of margaritas, though choosing blackberry was a tougher decision aided only by an agreement that this was only the first pitcher.

By the time Charlene had returned with a tray of fruit and goodies, Beth had already changed into her bathing suit, a rather conservative purple number that showed only a bit of her buttocks but was very generous with her cleavage —just the way she liked it. Meanwhile, Anne had mixed the drinks and was only now suiting up. As she came down the stairs, Charlene realized that she had walked in on Anne half-naked as she was putting on her bikini top. She quickly apologized for not having knocked first.

"It's your house, silly. Besides, we're all big girls here and a breast of two shouldn't be too shocking," replied Anne. This proved to be rather prescient, it turns out.

All three women walked out to the deck and took up spots on the lounge chairs near the hot tub. The sun was warm and inviting, as an early September sun can be in this part of the world. It was hot enough for the bathing suits but not so bad that they needed shade for protection. Little was said for the first few minutes as all three enjoyed their cold drinks. Anne broke the ice by asking when the others would be arriving.

"Geri should be here any minute, but the girls will be around after they get off work around seven o'clock."

With two hours to go before then, there was lots of time left in which to anticipate the arrival of the teens. Somehow both Anne and Beth were having the same thoughts; and each had the same expression on her face. It was a bit anticipation mixed with no small measure of hope.

Geri arrived just a bit later. She was already wearing her bathing suit, a revealing two-piece covered up with a short terrycloth robe. Her knapsack went into the corner with the two others and she made her entrance to the deck with a brash "Ta-da!!"

"With an entry like that, you deserve a drink," offered Beth immediately, and poured her a margarita.

The four women sat around the deck, sunning themselves and enjoying the idle chit-chat and gossip that seems to always find its way into conversations. The talk was mostly about gardening, sewing and a variety of complaints about the men in their lives, or missing from their lives. They also spent time debating the relative merits of the technology IPO's that were the rage of the market, but that died down when the liquor started to work its magic. The four of them were starting to get a bit tipsy now that they were finishing up the second big pitcher. The snacks had pretty much disappeared, too.

Sandwiches and a veggie tray were the ideal dinner fare for the deck and all enjoyed the light meal. Geri joked about being careful not to eat too much before getting into the hot tub. "After all, we don't want anyone getting a cramp and drowning, do we?" she kidded.

"That's no problem. I know CPR," chided Beth.

"But would you give mouth-to-mouth?" quizzed Geri.

"You'll just have to find out when the time comes!"

Though Charlene took that to mean Geri might have to be drowning, Geri picked up on the underlying meaning, or so she thought. Naturally, Beth and Anne each knew the reality, and looked forward to the possibility that it might just happen.

It was Anne who took the first step into the hot tub, but Geri was right behind her. Beth preferred to take her time in order to get a really good look at the two women's butts as they climbed in. "What an incredible ass that Anne has," she thought to herself. "Of course, Geri's is certainly something you would write home about…."

Charlene and Beth climbed into the tub together, bringing along a fresh pitcher of icy drinks. There they all sat, the water churning and foaming around the four of them. Charlene, the tallest, was sitting rather upright in her seat and hers were the only breasts showing above the water line. Her conservative one-piece suit did little to hide the size of her chest, something the other women noticed. Anne was the first one to make a comment, "you know, Charlene, you have really great boobs," she complimented, completely sincere.

"They're too big," replied Charlene, "I'd do anything to have smaller ones."

"You're kidding," replied Geri. "I have always thought you had great boobs and wished mine were that big. I've even considered getting a boob job to be as big as that."

The other two women jumped in as well, complimenting Charlene on her figure and her wonderful breasts, as Anne called them. There was little doubt about the direction that the conversation was taking. A little drunk, Beth asked Charlene if her nipples were as big as they looked through the wet fabric of the bathing suit. Charlene's reaction was to blush and slide down under the water to her neck. It was time for a refill on the drinks and the subject was dropped for the moment, but it was clear where everyone's mind was going. Within a few minutes Geri had once again opened up an interesting bit of conversation. She had innocently mentioned that the bubbles and the jets from the tub were tickling her, "you know, down there."

Beth and Anne laughed out loud almost simultaneously and Beth retorted that the tickling was the main reason for even buying a hot tub, "right Charlene?"

Charlene's response was a bit more forthcoming this time as she smiled knowingly, a look interpreted by the other women as meaning it would not be the first time any of them had used the jets as a source of pleasure. Geri watched the others snickering and asked, "what's of funny?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"You've never tried it before?"

"You have got to be kidding!"

All three friends seemed astonished that a forty year-old woman would never had tried the clitoral pleasures of the hot tub jets. Even Charlene seemed surprised.

"Well, I've never owned one of these before. Besides, there are always kids around when I come over here," replied Geri.

"Maybe you should just turn around and slide down a bit right now," suggested Anne.

Though she was blushing beet red, Geri was game and she turned her back to the others and sat facing one of the rushing water jets. It took but a few seconds for her to exclaim "WOW! How could I have waited for that?"

Despite the effect, she quickly turned back to the group a few seconds later, as if deciding that this was not the time or place to be masturbating in the tub. Though the others encouraged, even teased her about continuing, she just sat with a big smile on her face and enjoyed the tremendous feeling that was rushing through her body.

Being good friends, and with all the liquor that had been consumed, the conversation took on an altogether more hospitable tone from that point on. The girls joked easily about their own special techniques for reaching orgasm, about the men in their past. They talked a lot about the cocks they had seen and played with. Although neither Anne nor Beth named its owner, Terry's bulbous cockhead seemed to be one of the highlights of the conversation. As Anne talked about it, one of the women asked how it felt. Before she realized the implications, Beth had piped up with "great, especially as it first goes in!"

It took a moment before everyone realized that it meant both Anne and Beth had been with Mr. Crab-Apple, although no one chose to ask how and where. The chat turned increasing daring and they dared each other to skinny dip in the hot tub —no one took up the challenge. As the four friends played and chatted, the final two guests arrived at the party. Kayla and Cara﷓Lynn arrived at the house and made their way downstairs to the family room, looking for the others. Seeing that everyone was already in the jacuzzi, the two youngsters changed right into their own swim suits and made their way out. To call these swimsuits would be quite wrong. They would more accurately be described as tanning suits since clothing this small was never intended to hit the water.

Kayla was a short, petite girl with small, but very firm young breasts. Her build was solid and athletic, testament to her years on her high school volleyball, soccer and swim teams. Extremely outgoing, she made friends easily and quickly. She was still a virgin though she and Jason had recently started to fool around more and experiment with oral sex. Jason was completely inexperienced and spent most of his time fumbling around looking for her clit. However, she certainly appreciated her boyfriend's efforts at cunnilingus. Her own skills at fellatio were not much better, but she was always game to try, something Jason also appreciated.

Her best friend, Cara-Lynn, was the true opposite in many ways. She was tall, 5'-10" and built much more broadly. Big-boned, they would have said in the old days. She was not skinny by any means, but neither was she overweight. Her light brown hair hung straight down to the middle of her back and was silky to the touch. Her breasts were substantial yet she never seemed to wear a bra. They sagged slightly, but that just seemed to make them look bigger, somehow.

Cara-Lynn was also a virgin and had had little experience with boys. Not that they were not trying, but she was too serious a student to spend the time developing her relationships with boys. It was too important that she get grades that would get her into the university program she wanted, pre﷓med. There was so much competition that she had considered her schoolwork to be the only worthy activity during high school. Now, that was over and it was her last summer break before she buckled down to her university career.

The two young women hit the deck skipping together happily. Kayla wore a brilliant red bikini that was almost a thong. Her firm teenaged breasts pressed hard against the lightweight; most of her boobs were visible as the flimsy triangles of fabric barely covered her nipples, let alone her breasts.

Cara-Lynn wore a similar suit that seemed no larger than her friend's. The bikini was at least two sizes too small so the lush flesh of her breasts flowed around the fabric enough to shame any bra that claimed to be a push-up. The suit was a pure white, lacy fabric that promised transparency should it ever get wet. It would, and it did.

The girls bounded towards the older women, surprising them with their arrival. They were soon plied with drinks and what remained on the snacks. Invited to jump in, the teens both declined saying that they only wanted to lie back and get some sun.

Having introduced the girls, Charlene explained that they were best friends and had been ever since grade school. "They are inseparable. One won't do a thing without the other, it seems."

Anne and Beth exchanged lusty looks of anticipation, though neither said a word. Beth motioned to Anne with her eyes to look over at Geri who was openly appreciating the firm new flesh of the younger women. Beth whispered "I thing we've got a partner in this one." Anne nodded in agreement.

For quite some time the women sat around the deck, in the tub and on lounge chairs, soaking up sun and having a fine old time visiting. Eventually, the two younger women found the sun becoming too hot even for them and decided to give the jacuzzi a try. Only Geri was still in the tub and she watched appreciatively as first Kayla, then Cara-Lynn stepped gingerly into the water. As expected, Cara-Lynn's suit instantly became transparent and her tiny nipples shone through the fabric, right in front of Geri's eyes.

It was also the time that Anne and Beth chose to return to the tub so now there were five of them. Charlene joined them a moment later. The conversation soon returned to masturbation and the strong jets of water in the tub. A little looser now, Charlene asked the new arrivals if they'd ever heard of using jacuzzi jets as playthings. Clearly the liquor was working its magic in reducing inhibitions and building up libidos.

Blushing, Kayla nodded slightly. Cara-Lynn's response was less muted and she piped up, "we have one too. I love it in there." The meaning was clear to all six, but Anne had to ask "do you do yourself with it?"

Hesitating, Cara-Lynn replied with some confidence, "yes, I do. What about you?" This was no wallflower teenager.

"I sure do," came the reply quickly.

The talk continued on the topic of masturbation and the special toys and techniques that Anne used. She was being quizzed by the younger women, but Charlene also had a few questions of her own. Beth stepped in and offered her own opinions and experiences easily, though she seemed to leave out the lesbian sex she and Anne had enjoyed, as well as some of the more exciting toys she had used. "There's no use telling them about cucumbers if they've never done it with a plain old vibrator," she thought.

As the conversation progressed, Geri went inside for some reason or other. When she came out, she did so with a flourish. She had taken a peak into Beth's overnight bag looking for some sunscreen and had found her strap-on dildo. She came out onto the deck wearing it over her bathing suit crying out "look at me! I'm a lesbian!"

Of course, there was an uproar of laughter from the crowd outside. But at the same time all of them knew something had just happened which would change the whole flavour of the party.

"You don't have to be a lesbian to use one of those," retorted Anne, "you just have to be horny!"

It seemed that none of the other women, and certainly not the teens, had ever seen such a contraption and all were admiring it on Geri. That she had put it on over her suit seemed so ridiculous to Anne that she offered to model it properly. No one argued, but the group went silent as Anne hopped out of the tub towards Geri.

Geri, unhappy to lose her new toy, replied that no, she could model it just as well. And with that she slipped off the harness, quickly followed by the bathing suit. She then slipped on the dildo once more asking, "is this how it goes, Beth?"

Beth's reply was that the only thing missing was a hot pussy to try it out on.

"Who wants it?" called out Geri, bluffing. Her shock at getting a response was total as both Beth and Anne offered to be her testers. Her bluff had been only to the women, actually. She was entirely ready to try out the contraption; she had been ready for years to try it, in fact, and had never found the right moment or woman. This was her chance.

Almost as if demonstrating for a class, Anne and Geri stood together and hugged each other tightly. Beth looked on wondering when she should make her move. Kayla and Cara-Lynn watched, mouths gaping, silent. But their eyes never left the scene of these two beautiful, older women holding each other and fondling each other's breasts and buttocks.

Charlene's reaction was not much different. She watched intently from deep in the water. Unnoticed by the others, her left hand had dropped into her lap and was sneaking into the crotch of her suit. Beth, too, was slowly inching her fingers closer to her pussy, not ready to announce her actions just yet.

Geri had no trouble holding Anne closely. The feelings of lust and desire that coursed through her body had been hobbled for years by a strict upbringing and social pressures, but it was time. Her pussy was soaking from the anticipation, and the flush of excitement coursing through her body. She had been wet from the moment she first strapped on the dildo and had only become more aroused as she stripped for her friends on the deck.

Anne lost no time removing her bikini. Two quick tugs at the ties and her body was free of the constricting fabric. Her beautiful, perky tits pressed up against Geri's; their hips pressed one against the other. Anne's slipped a leg between Geri's who responded by thrusting her pelvis against the petite brunette's thigh.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" asked Geri lustily.

"Do you want to fuck me?" replied Anne. The others watched in silence, not wanting to interrupt the event that was unfolding before them.

Without a word, the two made their way to the bench nearest the hot tub to give the others a clear view of the action. Anne sat back on the bench with her ass just hanging off one end. Her thighs were wide open; her pussy close-cropped on top and nude below, was open to the audience. Geri stepped forward, hesitating a bit as this was something completely new to her. Slowly, she approached and stood between Anne's outspread knees. She seemed a bit unclear on the role she was playing but Beth found her voice and gently called out "just put it into her, Geri. You can do it."




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 6



Beth found it most difficult not to share her most recent exploits with someone. With Martin away on yet another interminable sales trip, she could not confide in him. Nor was talking to Anne of any use —she had been there! But had always been important to Beth to discuss her sexual conquests. It was a way of confirming that it had really happened, and it was an exciting way to relive moments of passion. Beth needed to share this latest story, but with whom? Paul… of course!

As Paul would often drop into the shop for a visit, it was not long before Beth got her chance to tease her friend. He came by only three days after the weekend party. He always seemed in such control of his moods and emotions but maybe today was the day Beth could rattle him, just a little bit.

With the shop empty, Beth pulled Paul towards the back of the store where there was a small, comfortable seating area. In a quiet, but excited tone she asked "guess what happened to me?"

"You won the lottery and you're giving me half!?" He would simply not play along, it seemed.

"No. Much better, I promise."

Paul knew that when Beth used that particular tone she usually meant to tell him something especially juicy. He knew now to play along.

"Okay, please tell me —I am dying to find out."

That was an answer that Beth could appreciate and she slowly launched into her story about the girls' only party. As she told the story, she wove interesting suggestive tidbits into the tale. This was one of the ways she had used for years to tease Paul, trying to make him a little more open to her desires, her wiles. Still, he somehow seemed to resist every effort.

She told her friend of the fun the four older women had had around the hot tub, but she held off telling Paul about the arrival of the two teenagers. She knew that their inclusion into the story would probably turn him on just enough for her to suggest something a little wilder. She needed that kind of advantage if she was ever to get him to join in.

Beth often recalled the special show she had provided for Paul at Hidden Lake and wondered how he could possibly not have taken her right there at the lake. He could have grabbed her right there, thrown her to the ground and fucked her to his heart's, or his cock's, content. She had hoped it would come to that. But no, Paul had not fucked her then, and did not seem terribly likely to try anything soon. She kept thinking, "how could he not have made a move in the many months since then?" There was no figuring him out —maybe this story would do it.

Paul leaned closer, unaware that his body language was signalling its need for more. Beth noticed, of course, and continued to describe the scene, the suggestiveness of the chatter and even the little incident with Geri trying out the jacuzzi jets on her pussy. Paul laughed at that. He also knew Geri and could not imagine her ever doing such a thing, let alone with an audience.

Then Beth's voice softened and took on a serious tone, "you must guess what I finally got to do at that party."

Paul knew quite a lot about the various sexual accomplishments of Beth, but what she might have finally added to her list eluded his imagination. He whispered, "you fucked Geri? Charlene?"

"Actually, there were two other guests at the party that I forgot to tell you about. Do you know Jason, Charlene's son?"

"Yes —he was there?"

"No, better! His girlfriend Kayla, and her best friend Cara-Lynn!" Beth described Kayla in detail, describing her incredible and athletic body, the small, tight breasts and her beautifully trimmed pussy.

"Don't tell me, you fucked her?"

"Better! I took her virginity!"

"You mean with another woman, right?"

"No, I mean I was the first one to ever fuck her pussy. I did it with my strap-on."

By now Paul had lost much of his composure and was visibly reacting to the story. Without realizing it, he had adjusted the growing erection in his pants. Beth certainly noticed, but did not say a word… yet.

"I just cannot believe you. You are amazing," complimented Paul.

"I know."

Beth continued to tell her story, all the while keeping an eye on Paul, and his crotch. She made sure not a single detail was left out. Each time the tale turned especially hot, Paul would adjust his position and surreptitiously straighten his cock. Beth continued to build up the sexual tension, watching for the effect she was having. Clearly, this was a great story to be telling Paul, and maybe this time it might finally have some effect on him. "He can't just stay horny," thought Beth.

Before she could wrap up the story and generate some more heat for Paul, a small group of customers came into the store; then another couple. It became clear that story-time was over for now. Paul bid his goodbyes and was getting ready to leave when Beth called him back to ask him one little favour.

"We are having some real problems with our printer and I wonder if you could come over to have a look at it tomorrow?"

"Sure, what time?" agreed Paul.

"Around 3 o'clock would be great. I'm off and will have finished my errands by then. But here, I'll give you a key so you can let yourself in if I'm not there."

Taking the key and agreeing to come over the next day, Paul headed out the door. Fortunately, his cock had come down enough for him to leave without causing a stir. "We'll see about that tomorrow," thought Beth as she watched him go.

Paul arrived at Beth and Martin's apartment early the next day, all set to remedy some minor malfunction with their printer. Knowing he was early, Paul simply let himself in without knocking. Without really admitting it, he hoped to catch Beth getting ready for his visit, but there was no one home. He went right to their home office and got to work. The problem turned out to be a bit more complicated and he ended up downloading a new driver and went about installing it. As he waited, Paul leaned back in the chair and contemplated his relationship with Beth.

They had know each other for at least six or seven years now. They had met during some community activity or other. Actually, she had volunteered to take on some committee work for an event that Paul had been organizing. Right from start there had been a strong but withheld pull between them. Each one was aware of the mutual attraction but little had been done to act on it.

Paul's mind wandered back to the Hidden Lake show. That was how he thought about it now, "The Show." Knowing Beth had actually performed for him gave him a lot of pleasure and not a little self-confidence. He had often relived the event in his mind. Each time he fought the urge to masturbate, but he usually failed. He would feel his cock start to harden, just as it had that day in the woods.

It would happen quickly and before he could wipe the thought he would have his zipper down. His cock would throb. He could feel it pulsing as he imagined Beth's luscious body on the beach towel. His right hand would slide down his stomach towards the hard shaft. He always began by feeling his hard flesh, cradling his big balls gently. His fingers would slide along his length, feeling the thick veins beneath the skin. He could feel his heart beating through his fingertips. He would then grip his rigid cock in his hand, slowly beginning to stroke it as his mind conjured up the images of Beth fucking herself in front of his eyes. He saw it all. Every time. He always found a way to finish at the same time as he had in the woods, remembering the thick stream of his ejaculation flying off into the sand.

Without realizing it, Paul found himself once more, cock in hand, masturbating. Right there in Beth and Martin's office. Before he could decide what to do he realized that there was a sound coming from the other end of the apartment! "Shit! What if they're home?!"

He quickly shut down the system and almost ran out of the office. Fortunately, there was no one to see his guilty look. Of course, he had not gotten relief, either. Standing in the dining room, Paul could clearly hear the shower running in the bathroom just off the master bedroom.

"Beth must have come home," he thought. Attracted to the sound as if drawn to a magnet, Paul inched his way closer. Approaching, he saw that the door was wide open. A big mirror on the wall reflected the shower perfectly where he just barely make out the shape of Beth's luxurious body behind the steamed glass of the shower.

"This is starting to be a bit of a habit," he thought. But he stood transfixed at the door, watching. He could barely make out the details but Paul could see that she was lathering up one leg. Bent over from the waist she rubbed her skin with a big sponge. She had one hip pressed up against the glass giving him a clear but partial view. She washed first one leg, then the other. She was devoting much too little time on her upper body for his liking. She had probably already been there, he concluded.

Suddenly, the water was off and the door was sliding open. And there stood Beth, water still sluicing off her body. Her skin was glistening under the skylight. Absolutely unperturbed, Beth looked towards Paul and said "are you here to dry me off?"

Shocked at his own directness, he nodded and said "you bet. I've been waiting."

"You sure have, my friend. You sure have!"

She stood on the thick warm rug in front of the tub as Paul moved towards her with a big fuzzy towel in his hands. His arms reached out to wrap Beth up in it, and in his arms. There, he held her, safely cocooned. Her eyes were closed as he held her just right. Slowly, he began to dry her back as she stood there in his arms. His gentle caresses with the soft fabric made Beth feel very special as he dried first her back while holding her.

Finishing her back, Paul stepped away slightly, taking the towel with him. She stood there naked and far from ashamed. Proudly naked. Paul reached forward to gently rub her soft skin with the towel. Her tummy. Her hips. Her shoulders. Her arms. All so very slowly. Then he reached for her breasts and took first one, then the other into his towel-covered hands. She leaned forward to meet his touch. Her eyes are closed and she quietly purrs her approval.

Ever so gently, Paul dries her breasts. He continues to caress them for a long time after the job is done, without a word of complaint from Beth. She just stood there, appreciating the attention that Paul was giving her most prized assets. Her nipples have long been rigid with wanting.

Paul is not looking at her when she opens her eyes slightly. He is staring intently at the flesh in his hands, at her nipples, at her bountiful breasts. His breathing is as short as his stare is long. Beth can clearly see his thick erection in the cotton of his pants. She does not move at all, it feels too good. And it has been far too long coming, she thinks.

As Paul stopped drying her breasts Beth whispers, "do my legs, please?" He nodded silently.

Beth the turned her back to her friend, bent forward, spreading her legs apart slightly. She heard Paul's sudden gasp as he appreciated what is within his grasp. Literally.

He went down on one knee behind Beth, holding the towel. He started by drying her feet, then worked up her left leg as far as the knee. Then the right leg, also up to the knee. He stopped. Beth was leaning forward, leaning against the counter with her soft, mature ass only inches from Paul's face. Her pussy is close enough to kiss in this position. Paul breathed in deeply to take in the soft fragrance of her soap gently mixed with her feminine smell. Already he could see her lips flushing with blood as she reacts to the excitement in the room.

"Do you like this?" he asks her.

"Don't stop, Paul," she moans softly.

He then took the towel and very slowly dragged it up the rest of her left leg, past her thigh, stopping just short of her vagina. He repeated the action with her other leg, taking even more time. Beth tried to push her ass towards him as if to force him to rub her pussy, to speed up his caresses. But Paul continued to set the pace.

Not a word was spoken until Paul huskily asked, "would you like the full service?"

Her response was more guttural than verbal. But it was clear that Beth wanted him to continue with his plan. Paul then took the towel, cupping her mound in his hand, pressing firmly but without moving. Then he patted her cunt gently to dry the thin covering of her pubic hair. Here he spent much longer there than was needed. Of course, that is if the goal was just to dry her mound. His goal, however, was to make Beth much wetter in advance of the pleasure that is to come.

Beth was now openly moaning, as Paul continued to press against her flesh. The soft fabric is always between his fingers and her nakedness. Then, the unmistakable feeling of a finger sliding along her cunt lips brought an intense shudder; Beth was weak at the knees. She leaned up against the counter and pushed her butt back even more. She then slid her feet a bit farther apart in hopes of enticing Paul to her treasure chest, in hopes that he would take the hint and finally drop the towel. He did. His right hand went back into place on her pussy with one finger slightly extended to slide past her thick, wet lips.

The finger slid slowly along her slit, only occasionally reaching up towards her clitoris. At each of those moments her knees almost buckled from the pleasure of his touch. Beth felt something big building up that would only need a bit more attention to erupt.

But Paul chose that moment to take his hand away. Standing there behind her as she leaned forward his arms encircled her body, his hands holding her soft breasts. She felt his engorged cock pressing up against her ass. This she wiggled in encouragement. Paul pushed back gently to let her know he was enjoying the feeling that was building in his own groin. Her moans of encouragement made him returns his hand to her pussy. This time he parted her lips slightly with one hand and inserted the index finger of his other hand into her. This he did slowly, enjoying the effect it was having on his friend. She tried to urge on but he was not be rushed. Now, with his longest finger buried in her cunt, he began to press gently against the walls of her cunt, probing for her g-spot, massaging it. His hand quickly became drenched in her juices. Beth moaned her delight.

"Would you like some more?" he quizzed her.

"Please, oh yes, please. I need to be fucked."

"Not yet."

"You're torturing me, Paul."

"I know! Don't you just love it?"

"Well, yes, but…"

Paul stood up behind Beth; she got up and turned to face him, but her prevented her from doing so. Instead, he stood tightly against her body and reached around her front to grasp a breast in each hand. Both hands overflowed as he massaged those great tits, pinching her nipples. His bit at her neck hungrily, his tongue active against her flesh. Standing behind her, Paul guided Beth forward into the bedroom for the next stage of their rejuvenated friendship. She held his hands firmly at her breasts and led the way gladly.

As they enter the room, Beth turns to face Paul and she pulls him close. Their mouths meet in a delicious kiss, their tongues swirling one against the other. He brings a breast up to his mouth and sucks hard on the nipple, tightening it even more. All the while he is caressing her boobs. He shoves his face between them, holding each tit against his cheeks, rubbing his face all over her ample chest. He is in heaven.

But Beth had other ideas. As he fondled her, she was working at his belt buckle, and had soon unsnapped his pants. Paul realized what was happening and stood back slightly to provide her with better access to his zipper. It was her turn to tease him as she very slowly slid down the zipper. Her hand pressing against the bulge in his pants; Paul pressing back. Slowly the zipper came down and im a moment Beth dropped to her knees in front of him as he stood there enjoying the wonderful, most erotic moment.

Beth finished unzipping Paul's pants, then eased them over his hips and down his thighs. Only a few inches in front of her face, pressing against the cotton of his jockeys, was the cock she has been wanting for so long. She could see that while it is not the largest she has ever had, it is her best friend's cock. "That is something for the diary," she told herself.

With his pants around his ankles, Paul became weak in the knees from the anticipation. His throbbing cock demanded release from its prison. The head jerked against the cloth —anticipating. He looked down at his friend kneeling between his legs. Naked. "I love those tits, too," he thought to himself. What was happening was not something he had ever dreamed would happen, although he had often fantasized it could. Yet there she was with her hands grasping the elastic of his underwear, about to pull them down. About to release his erection. About to let him….

"How's that?" she interrupted his thoughts. "Do you want me to take these off?"

"Oh, God. Beth. Please!"

It was now Beth in control of the moment and she made it last as she tugged gently on the fabric of his neon blue jockey shorts. Then without warning, she attacked Paul's cock with her mouth. Right through the fabric! She held him in her teeth, almost biting but not quite. His gasp told her how much of a surprise it had been. "Good," she had thought, "he'll be dying for it soon if I have my way."

She let him go and in one swift pull, had yanked his shorts off, down to his knees. And there it was! The rock-hard cock she had been fantasizing about for months. Its thick head was pulsing, vibrant and burgundy with his desire. From a dense thatch of reddish﷓brown hair stood a thick cock about five inches long, full of character. A thick vein ran along the left side wrapping from underneath; the shaft curves up slightly as if to better display the thick ridges cresting the ruby helmet.

"Suck my cock, Beth," begged Paul. "Take it in your mouth and suck me."

"Is that really what you want?" The delaying tactics were making him harder and harder. His cock pulsed hard.

"God, yes! I need it. Take my big cock into your wet mouth and face-fuck me."

Her response was to gently wrap her full lips around the head of her friend's cock. For a moment she held the head upon her lips, probing it with her tongue. She licked wetly around the ridge of his cockhead. Then with one quick move she plunged the entire length of his cock into her mouth. It happened so fast that the knob hit the back of her throat, sending a jolt of electricity throughout the sensitive glans. Paul's only response was to moan with pleasure and fall back against the armoire, his knees trembling with pleasure.

Her mouth slid back and forth along the shaft, her saliva lubricating the hard flesh. Occasionally she paused. Sometimes it was with the penis buried in her mouth; other times it was with the tip barely touching her lips. But each time she went back to the smooth, even strokes of her mouth.

Paul was beside himself with the sensation of his best friend's mouth around his erection. He could see her tits bobbing in time with the motion of her head as she rode his cock with her mouth. When she took his full length then paused with him buried deep he was amazed at her ability to do so. It had been a long time since the last time he had found a really good cocksucker… Elisabeth, back in university. Of course, Annie had been great, too.

But now, all he could see was his pubic hair curling around the full red lips of his best friend's mouth as she sucked him off. There was nothing left of his engorged penis at that moment. Then, always a differently, she went back to face-fucking him. He fought to control the urge to splash his come all over her face. "I can't come yet!" he told himself too many times.




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 7



Chapter 7: A new discovery 

[Note: Kayla is (was at the time this happened) 19 and visiting her friend Beth during a break from University] 

Life went on for several weeks after Beth and Paul's liaison. Though both had been concerned about some fallout from their tryst, the friendship seemed only to grow stronger. Their discussions became more and more personal as they talked of fantasies, preferences and histories. Yet, nothing more intimate than an occasional squeeze or brief kiss was exchanged between them. Nonetheless, they continued to get closer. It would only be a matter of time before something else came up.

Out of the blue one day, Beth had a surprise visitor drop in to the shop at the end of the day. She was just closing and about to take the deposit over to her bank when who should come through the door but Kayla. She of the summer girls' only party! It turned out that Kayla had been home from university for a week of reading break and was about to return to school in only two days. Pleased for the company, the two women chatted a bit and eventually walked out together to do the banking.

Although the conversation was very light, Beth could tell that Kayla had more on her mind. Always comfortable with young people, Beth offered to take Kayla out for a bite so they could get properly reacquainted. The younger woman accepted eagerly. "Very eagerly," thought Beth.

Over dinner Kayla told little more than a story of her hard work, good grades and a love of sports on campus. They talked about roommates, staying up late, partying and more than a little bit about boys. But still, there seemed to be something more behind this visit.

It was Kayla who suggested she drop by Beth's apartment for a drink before going home. Beth was happy to oblige and they drove home together. The silence during the drive was almost ominous as neither seemed ready to admit that there was more on her mind than she was admitting. Beth hoped for a rematch; Kayla needed someone to talk to about something very serious, she thought.

Finally home, Beth and Kayla kicked back on the comfortable sofas in the living room, each with a coffee spiked generously with Kahlua and a dollop of whipped cream. About half way through the drink, Beth turned to Kayla and flatly asked her, "what is it you really want to talk about?"

"I can't fool you, can I?" replied the young woman. "All night I have really been enjoying your company, but I could not get over the idea that there was more to your visit than you have been telling me. Is there something wrong at school? At home?"

"I can trust you, can't I?"

"Of course you can, hon! You know I'm on your side," reassured Beth.

"I have been having some problems at school, in residence, actually."

"Tell me."

"Well, I have this roommate, Samantha. And she is really good looking! The problem is…"

"Go on, Kayla. I am a great listener," offered Beth in support.

"The problem is that I can't look at her without remembering that party last summer. There! I've said it!" announced the teen.

With gentle questioning and a patient manner, Beth discovered that Kayla had enjoyed the lesbian experience so much that she was starting to think about her beautiful roommate "in that way," as she explained it. And this was causing her to worry that she was turning into a lesbian. "But I really like boys," she pleaded, "I even go out on dates!" she added, as if that would prove something.

It took little more than an inquisitive comment to elicit more information about Kayla's sexual activities at university. She went on to describe how she dated regularly but was not ready for a boyfriend yet. "It's too serious at this age," she explained, "but I've fooled around quite a bit." This, she said with some pride. "I decided not to fuck any of the boys but I give them handjobs and blowjobs, and I let them eat me out sometimes."

"I'm glad to see that you're taking care of your needs, too," complimented Beth.

"But none of them seem to know what to do. None of them is nearly as good at getting me off as you were last summer." The admission was nearly complete, now. "You have to know that only a woman, and maybe a very special man on occasion, can really work a pussy properly. But you already know that, don't you?"

"I guess."

"Tell me more about your dates."

Over the next half hour Kayla told her new friend about going out to floor parties in residence where the only uncertainty was who would be going home with whom. Life on campus seemed to offer open season on cocks and pussies. Kayla told of how she had heard from a close friend that she'd developed a reputation for not putting out, but that it was okay with the guys because she also had a reputation for giving great head. There was pride in the young woman's voice as she explained that. Or was it just bravado?

"See? I do like boys. Honest!"

Her pleading was rather endearing, though Beth. "So what is the problem, then?"

"Well…." Again she shyly dragged her answer out. "Every time I see Samantha getting ready for bed, or returning from a shower…"

"Every time she's naked, you mean?" prodded Beth.

"Yeah. Every time I see her naked, or running around in one of her sexy t-shirts or nightgowns I get this urge. You know, the urge for some pussy! There!! I have said it! It's finally off my chest!"

Upon hearing this, Beth felt a tingle in her pussy. Her urge for fresh pussy was always there, but this was altogether different. It was teen pussy of the best kind! But rather than taking advantage of the young woman, Beth reached over and took Kayla's hand in hers. "I know exactly what you mean, dear. I often have the same feelings, too."

"You do? But you're not a lesbian; you're married!"

"You don't have to be one to enjoy another woman's touch, Kayla. Trust me. In fact, if it was true, then I would be one great lesbian, too," assured Beth.

"But what about my feelings for Samantha? For her body, actually."

Beth explained that lust and passion were simply the products of a well-developed libido and had nothing to do with the labels demanded by society. Her reassuring words did much to put Kayla at ease and the conversation soon flowed easily.

Kayla asked Beth innumerable questions about sexuality and about relationships. Her trust in the older woman's responses was evident. Without noticing, the two had moved closer as they talked, almost as if sharing secrets. Occasionally, one would reach out to touch a hand, a shoulder. Once, Kayla stroked Beth's long, blonde hair in complimenting her. These actions were all very natural and flowed simply from the conversation, but each time Beth felt a hand on hers, or on her leg, she would tremble with anticipation. Little did she know that her own touches were having a similar effect on her young confidante.

Partly from the liquor, partly from Kayla's need for reassurance, and partly because she had never told anyone else, Beth slowly began to tell the tale of her own bisexual awakening. As she began to talk, Kayla became entranced with the story she was hearing. For it was the story of a girl exploring her desires and discovering sex at a young age, along with her best friend.

[. . . and Beth regaled Kayla her early adventures and exploits . . .]

"Was that the only time you two got together?" asked Kayla, hoping that there was more to the story.

"Oh, there were a lot of other times, Kayla. Lots more!"

A silent but sensual nod was her only answer.

The apartment had grown quite dark as various candles had burned low, but the music held out, continuing to play softly in the background. The two women were getting more turned on by the minute. Kayla was pressing a hand against her mound whenever she thought Beth would not notice. Beth, for her part, was less physical but her excitement had completely soaked her crotch and a dark patch was forming between her legs. Beth offered Kayla an idea to help her out of her situation. "If you want, I won't mind if you do that a bit more openly," she said, motioning to the hand Kayla had pressed against her crotch.

Embarrassed at getting caught, Kayla softly asked, "is it okay?"

Beth took the girl's hand between her own and replied, "honey, that is the most sensual thing a woman can do with another woman. I would love it if you would pleasure yourself while I tell you stories." She pushed the younger woman back onto the deep pillows of the sofa.

Blushing, Kayla nodded her agreement. She unbuttoned the top button of her slacks and unzipped them slowly. Without taking them off she slipped her hand into the open space, beneath the elastic of her panties and smiled up at Beth. "Tell me more, Beth."

As she began the next portion of her tale, Beth was trembling with anticipation. Her eyes never left Kayla's hand as it slowly moved beneath the sheer fabric of her panties. Occasionally she would look up to her face. Kayla's eyes were closed tight as she imagined the scene opening up before her. That she was masturbating in front of Beth demonstrated the soothing effect of the older woman's voice, and of the trust that had already developed between the two in the previous hours.

No longer embarrassed, Kayla replied, "I'm glad, because it's your stories that are doing this to me. Do you mind that I'm doing this?"

"Of course not. How can I help?" replied Beth, her own cunt screaming for attention.

"Tell me more stories…"

[. . . ] 

Beth continued her tale. She had been saving up the best part for the end, and it was coming up on the end now. She wanted to bring Kayla to orgasm, then herself. They would do it right there in the living room, too, she planned.

[. . . ] 

Kayla's response was a loud moan and a hand moving in a blur at her cunt, then a scream as she reached a tremendous orgasm. Her whole body shook as she thrust almost her whole hand into her cunt. Her eyes were wide in ecstasy, staring but seeing nothing. Kayla's body continued to vibrate in orgasm as Beth watched. Her own hand was still pressed up against her mons, but was not moving. She did not need to move at all. Her nipples were rigid against the fabric of her top. Slowly, Kayla regained her senses. She looked across to Beth and told her, "that is the most incredible and erotic tale I have ever heard. Will you fuck me?"

Then they were running off into the bedroom hand in hand, aiming for the toy chest with Beth leading the way.



The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 8



Chapter 8: You can always rely on the BBC!

The very next weekend Beth and Martin were headed out of town to Vancouver for an industry trade show. They had been registered and had been looking forward to the event for months. Going to the gift show was a must for the business, but getting out of town was just as important to the couple for each year they had somehow arranged to find some tantalizing new sexual attractions. Both hoped that this year would be as good as ever.

The trip down the Peninsula was going to be pretty unique this time. For people who are accustomed to doing the hour and a half drive, it tended to be pretty boring. There was always a slow driver ahead holding up the traffic through the endless turns. Always one more motorhome. Never a passing zone to ease the load. In all respects, the drive was tedious. But this one would not be! Beth had decided that since Martin insisted on driving, she would find something productive to do. This was to be a surprise for Martin, and a test of sorts for herself.

As they prepared to drive off the ferry, almost at the front of the line this time, Beth asked Martin to pull over almost right away. Concerned that something was wrong, he did just that and anxiously looked over to see what was the matter. But Beth sat there leaned back in her seat with just a sliver of a smile on her face.

"What's going on?" asked Martin.

"Trust me," was the reply. Martin knew better than to question his wife when she was that determined. But the dozens of cars passing him were getting on his nerves as he looked forward to an even more unpleasant drive than usual.

Soon, no vehicles were left to pass them and Beth quietly said, "Okay. It's time to go."

"Finally. What the fuck is going on, Beth?"

Her answer was to reach deep into her big satchel and slowly pull out her favourite vibrator, softly encased in its velour pouch. Martin's eyes showed only confusion—no recognition. "Huh?" was the best he could manage.

Beth smiled her sexiest smile and told him, "I've always wondered how many orgasms I could have. This is the perfect time to find out."

"You are kidding! Out here? In traffic? Now?"

"There is no traffic, sweetie. And what better way to kill the time?"

She slid her seat back, tipped it as far as it would go and leaned back comfortably. Her hands reached down to pull up her dress. This she did slowly, very slowly, as Martin watched. He had found many ways to excite his wife, and she had always managed to match his originality. But this was a new one altogether. Beth slid her panties down her legs and playfully tossed them towards Martin telling him, "hold these, I won't be needing them."

She then pulled out a towel from the big bag and slipped it beneath herself. "All the better to catch my cum," she explained. Already, Martin was getting hard. He wondered how he could possibly drive as his wife masturbated beside him. Seeing the dilemma on his face, Beth offered her solution. "Do you want me to blow you before we take off?"

"Please," was all he could say.

It took only a couple of minutes of great lip, tongue and hand action and Martin was shooting his first load of the day into his wife's greedy mouth. But his cock barely softened; Beth had some difficulty making him put it back into his pants. He finally did so, but only after eliciting a promise to let him masturbate all the way home himself on the trip back.

Beth knew that she had many orgasms in her. The most she had ever experienced, though, was about a dozen. She had lost count somewhere in the middle, but there were many. She expected to be able to do at least that many on this trip. After all, wasn't that the goal?

As Martin pulled back onto the highway, Beth sank back into her seat. She was holding a recent issue of Penthouse Letters. She began reading about the exploits of other women, men, couples and some completely unexpected pairings.

At first, she softly stroked her pussy with her hand, occasionally dipping a finger into her slit. Her palm would ride firmly against her clit, but never so much that she could not control the results. She read about a maitre-d' who gave away the best tables for the best fellatio. The taste of her husband's sperm was still on her lips as she read.

The first orgasm took about ten minutes to build. It was a wonderful climax. Beth groaned, "that's one. You keep count!"

Martin drove on, but slowly, so that he could glance over to watch Beth as much as possible. Her fingers had given way to her favourite vibrator. This was thick, knobbly tool in bright purple silicone. The tip was curved slightly and the head enlarged to resemble a great cock. It looked a little bit like Martin's she had always thought.

Beth's cunt was thoroughly soaked in her juices now. Her hand was equally wet —she would bring it up to her mouth often— all the better to taste herself, she thought. Around the time of her first orgasm she had given up the magazine and was going back over her exploits during the past months since she had met Martin. There had been that great birthday party bondage scene. The pool party with all the girls had been perfect. Fucking Paul was also a great event, she thought. "And that bit at Hidden Lake! Wow! I have to replay that one again."

"What?" "Nothing!" moaned Beth as she came a second time. "That's two…" she trailed off. A couple of minutes passed. "That's three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

These three had come one after the other with hardly a pause between them. Her recollections of the show she had provided for her friend, especially that bit with the cucumber, had propelled her into the ecstasy that she was feeling.

Martin continued to drive, looking over as often as he could. His cock was pushing hard against his zipper. With his cock restrained by his clothing and with both hands on the wheel, there was little he could do about his predicament. Besides, they were coming up on the ferry terminal to Vancouver.

"One more…"

"That's twenty-three," called Martin. The amazement in his voice was genuine. How could anyone live through that much sexual stimulation? That much pleasure?

Beth was not really finished but her arms were tired, and the batteries in the vibrator were clearly beyond their freshest. Her pussy was raw from the manipulation, the rubbing, the pounding of her rubber cock. But she wanted one more.

"Just one more and I will be happy," she told Martin.

"You are the most amazing woman I have ever imagined, Beth. Much less known!"

"Tell me a story. Voice-fuck me, Martin."

His story was brief and involved her favourite fantasy. She had met a BBC and he was fucking her in his hot tub. They always referred to this mystery fuck as a BBC —big black cock.

The story lasted but a few minutes and Beth cried out in one long, final, exhausted orgasm. "Yesssssssss!"

"That's two dozen! I love you, Beth."

Once in town, Martin and Beth checked into their hotel. Beth fell onto the bed, exhausted from her orgasmic exertions. Martin left her there to rest as he went down to register the two of them for the conference and a few of the workshops.

By the next morning, Beth had recovered and was raring to go. This was her best trip to the city each year and where she did most of her buying for the coming season. Martin was equally happy to be taking part as there were always so many beautiful women at these shows that he always came away with another little exploit to recount. The two of them went off to different workshops so that they could make the most of their time.

The first presentation Beth attended was not as interesting as she had hoped. She spent most of the time eyeing her fellow participants. There were at least fifty people in the room, most looking just as bored as she was. One particular man caught her eye, most because he was almost a head taller than the people around him. He looked fit and strong, as if he had been an athlete not so long ago. His head was shaved completely and there was a light sheen coming off the skin. That he was a rich, smooth, chocolaty black as well only served to ignite Beth's fantasy once more. Maybe it would finally be her chance at a BBC!

As the meeting wrapped up, Beth looked around for her BBC, but he was nowhere to be found. He had left the moment the doors had opened without pausing to schmooze the crowd at all. She had missed her chance. The next two sessions were more productive but there was no sight of her BBC.

After the morning sessions there was the buying and display portion of the trade show in the main presentation hall. Here, hundreds of presenters offered thousands of products and gift ideas. They ranged from the mundane, to the cute and cuddly, to the downright erotic. Though her shop did not sell such products, Beth spent an inordinate amount of time on that part of the floor. She did, of course, find those things she needed for the store. Martin was particularly helpful in that area as he was an excellent negotiator. Between Beth's exceptional eye for a good seller and Martin's bargaining skills, they put together another great package for the next season in just a few hours.

Naturally, Beth had mentioned her BBC to Martin and had asked him to help her keep an eye out for the man during the day. But nothing came of it and that night the two went back to their hotel alone but happy after a successful day.

Breakfast the next morning was a whole other story. As Beth and Martin were finishing up their meal, who should walk into the restaurant but Beth's BBC. A quick kick to Martin's shin and a whispered, "there he is!" told Martin all he needed to know.

The man was beautiful. He looked to be about 30 years old and stood six feet tall —maybe a bit more. His skin was smooth and looked soft and touchable. It was the colour of fine chocolate. Not too dark but definitely chocolate. His build was that of a track and field athlete. He had powerful arms, large hands. His shirt, opened at the collar, showed off a chest rippled with muscle. The fabric was pulled snugly against the bulk of his arms. He wore dressy slacks but the cloth hugged a terrific pair of buttocks, at once powerful and sensual.

Beth openly stared at him as he made his way to an empty table not far from them. He sat down directly facing her. Their eyes met briefly and he smiled. Beth felt her heart fluttering with the possibilities. Her legs clenched together as she explored her fantasy once again. "I must have that man," she whispered to Martin.

"I know. Let's see what happens."

Martin then went off to the washroom as Beth continued to look to her BBC. That was how she thought of him, 'her BBC.' Occasionally, he would look up to see her staring and would smile gently. Each time, though, he went back to his breakfast and his newspaper. It was as if he knew what was going on and was determined to make her earn it. She knew she could.

Before Martin could return, Beth got up and took the bill up to the cashier to pay. She had to pass BBC's table to get to the till. As she walked past him, she slowed and glanced down towards him.

"Hello. I'm Beth," was all she said.

"My name is Leonard," he replied.

"Maybe I will see you around today," she offered.

"That would be nice."

Clearly, to her at least, they were on the same wavelength. With that, Beth continued towards the till, paid her bill and met Martin in the lobby outside the restaurant. It was not until she got out the doors that she realized how weak her knees were. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was already wet.

"I need a fuck —now!"

A few minutes later, Martin and his wife were on their way back down from their room towards the conference hall. Beth had already come three times that day. Once before breakfast, once in the elevator as they went up —Martin masturbated her beneath her skirt as he pressed up against her— and once more when he fucked her in their room. This was going to be one great day!

The convention went smoothly for the second day. The show had more booths to visit and despite all her efforts, Beth never once saw Leonard again all day. Her disappointment was genuine for she had really believed that this would be the time. Leonard had embodied every bit of her fantasy black lover. From his shiny black head to his strong chest and probably right to his big cock. She had never really believed that bit about big hands meaning a large penis, but this might have been her chance to prove it. Couldn't it?

Martin, trying to bring her spirits up, offered Beth a special night out. First it would be dinner at her favourite restaurant, then drinks at this great bar they both enjoyed and finally, a late night floor show at the newest adult club in the city, "Pandora's Box." He had heard from his contacts in the city that the men and women who stripped there were most gorgeous and that sometimes the acts even went all the way. He knew this would brighten her night; at least he hoped so. Dinner was nice. Drinks were great. But the night really got interesting once they got to the strip club. The cover charge was $50 each and there was a two-drink minimum, at $10 each for beer. Martin paid anyway and they went right in. All the tables were front-row as the stage was large and circular. Already there was an older redhead dancing to the music. She was as good a dancer as she was attractive. Her body moved luxuriously to the rhythms of the jazz. Despite being at least forty, this woman had an incredible body. Her curves were ample, her breasts large without appearing to droop and that ass! Ouch!

"This was definitely a good decision for tonight," said Beth. Martin replied by slipping his hand onto her lap and softly running a finger along the line of her cunt.

The next dancer was a young man of no more than twenty. He was slim but muscular, rather like a gymnast. His dancing was not quite as skilful as the woman before him, but he was good.

"I can see why they charge so much to get in here. These guys are really good."

Martin and Beth both stared at the young man as he danced. His music was some ambiguous contemporary rap but his body was nicely in tune with the beat. After a few opening songs, the clothes started to come off. He had soon stripped down to a very close-fitting pair of bicycle shorts. Made of some thin latex, they hugged his body perfectly. What was drawing the rapt attention of everyone in the crowd, though, was the immense bulge that began at his crotch and seemed to reach most of the way down his thigh towards his left knee.

"No way that's real," exclaimed Beth.

"No way!" agreed Martin. "But what if it is?!"

"Oh, my," agreed Beth in turn.

Almost as if the young man was listening to them, he came right up to their table and squatted in an impossible position and mouthed the words to Martin, "do you like it?"

Unaware that he had done it, Martin replied by nodding his head.

That was enough to encourage the young man to slip his hand down the outside of his thigh to start to unzip the elasticized fabric. Sensuously, he pulled the zip up his leg towards the waist of the shorts. Upon reaching the waist, he then repeated the motion with the zip on the other leg. Now there was a loose mass of latex hanging between his legs from. Only the elastic waist held the fabric in place. With one hand on each hip, the dancer smoothly slid the shorts down his legs, releasing the object of the whole room's desire.

There, not five feet in front of Beth and Martin, hung the longest cock either had ever seen. It had not been stuffing. The penis before them hung straight down between the man's legs. The shaft was quite slim making the cock appear so much longer. The head reached to a spot just above the dancer's knee. The whole room had gone silent as the young man gyrated his hips to the music. His cock played and danced to the rhythm, but it was obviously getting hard because there was less swing to it each passing minute.

Beth looked towards the stage longingly. Martin did, too.

"Please let me touch it," implored Beth directly to the young man.

His response was to dance closer, but not quite close enough. "We can't do that, ma'am," he said, apologetically.

Beth reached a hand out in any case. The dancer took one step forward and with a twist of his hips, and a graceful turn, dropped his cock right into her palm. Before she could do more than give it a squeeze, he pulled away and moved to the other side of the stage.

"It's real!" declared Beth to Martin.

"Lucky woman," called out a man from the next table. "Wish I could have been you."

"Me too," added Martin.

As the music began to tail off, another dancer, this one a petite brunette with very small, pert breasts came out. She walked right to the young man, reached down between his legs and grasped his immense cock. With a tight grip on his rope, she towed him back towards the curtains. The crowd went wild when they saw this. Cheers, whistles and endless applause followed the two off the stage. The cries of "encore" were answered, but only briefly as the young dancer's cock swung out from behind the curtain only to be retrieved by a woman's hand once more.

"This is a great club," Martin opined. "We sure made the right decision, didn't we?"

The next act was two women, both dressed in identical french maid outfits. The stockings, garters and bustiers were of obvious quality, as was the flesh they encased. In the slightly darkened room, it took a moment to realize that not only were the outfits identical, so were the dancers. It was a twin act! This one was a fantasy of Martin's —he was about to enjoy himself.

The sisters made the usual moves around the stage. Their skill was a notch above the two previous acts and it became clear that they might be the headliners. They were that good. Their dancing became increasingly sexual. Each girl would strip off a piece of clothing from her sister, who would then respond in kind. The chocolate syrup and the whipped cream came out quite early on, and both girls took liberal amounts of each to coat the other.

Next came the bananas. But these were particularly unripe. Bright green, they were obviously not edible. This soon was clear as one sister sat back on a small chair and spread her legs wide, capturing the other. The second sister slid her hands up the other's thigh. She massaged some of the chocolate and cream on the creamy flesh under her palms.

Then it was time for the banana. The sister on the chair slowly peeled one of the bananas and gracefully presented it to her sister seated on the floor between her legs. In a flash, the rigid banana disappeared into the first woman's cunt. It was gone.

Seated, the first girl writhed her hips in front of the other. Soon, the banana began to reappear between her cunt lips. First, an inch or so. Then a bit more, and finally enough for the second sister to grasp it gingerly in her teeth. Doing this, she pulled the rest of the fruit out of her sister's vagina. She sucked most of the fruit into her throat and keeping it in her mouth, she walked across the stage to a spot not far from where Beth and Martin sat. There, she passed the banana to another patron of the club.

"It's Leonard!!" exclaimed Beth. "It's Leonard!"

Indeed, it was. And he was taking the fruit dildo from the dancer's mouth, just as she was offering it to him.

By now, the two sisters were heavily into a sixty-nine position and they were really going at it. All this was lost on Beth as she stared across the room towards her BBC. Her Leonard. Without a second thought, she leaned over to Martin and before she could ask, he said, "Go for it! I will see you in the morning."

Beth made her way across the room to where Leonard was sitting. He was at a table with two other men, but they had not come together. The story, it turned out, was much the same for Leonard as it had been for Beth. All day he had wandered the show floor in hopes of finding her, but with no luck at all. He explained that their brief exchange at breakfast had been one of the most erotic moments he could recall. Apparently, he had a fantasy of his own about a large-bosomed white woman. It had been obvious to him that Beth was extremely sexual, "probably something to do with pheromones or something," he quipped.




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 8



Leonard was from a small town on the outskirts of Tacoma in Washington State. Although he had been with women of many races, he had never met his ideal Caucasian woman. Beth was about as ideal as he could imagine, he told her. His surprise at being the object of Beth's own fantasies was genuine, but appreciated.

"We need to leave, I think," suggested Beth.

"What about your husband?"

"It was his idea that I come over here to see you."

Leonard smiled at Beth, then waved at Martin.

They left quickly. Martin stayed behind and enjoyed the whole floor show, including the part where the sisters actually fucked each other. He especially liked the part when he got to fasten the straps on their toy. The taxi ride to Leonard's hotel lasted only a few minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Neither Beth nor Leonard was prepared to give the cabbie a show. They barely touched, but that only meant a building passion. They got out and walked into the hotel holding hands like a friendly couple.

The ride up the elevator to his room on the twelfth floor took very little time, but already steam was rising from both of them. They ran to the door of the room; Leonard struggled with the key card until Beth took it from him. Before the door was even closed they were grabbing at each other, pawing and kissing madly.

Beth had to crane her neck to reach Leonard's mouth. But his kissing was spectacular and worth the effort. They fell back onto the bed with Leonard grabbing at her tits with both his massive hands. Although large, her breasts disappeared into his hands. She thought again of the hands-penis thing; she was beginning to believe it as she felt his hardening length pressing against her thigh.

By unannounced agreement, they both slowed down. Leonard leaned back and told Beth, "I have always wanted a beautiful white woman with a great rack —just like yours."

"You're welcome. Do you want to help me with these buttons?"

His hands were soft and the buttons of her blouse were soon open. He tenderly opened her blouse, she rolled her shoulders and it slipped off her shoulders to the floor. She was wearing one of her favourite and most exciting bras tonight. It was long and had many delicate clasps all down the front. Leonard eyes were gleaming in anticipation, his mouth watering. He slowly and carefully undid the first clasp. Then a second one. A third. Before undoing the final clasp at the top, the one holding together her massive breasts, Leonard hesitated as he took in the wonder of Beth's luscious body.

Then the final clasp. He sucked in his breath as he stared. Then he placed one hand beneath each of her tits. His grasp was gentle but firm. Beth pushed her chest forward to meet his hands. His face moved downward and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, then the other, all the while he massaged her flesh with his wonderful hands.

Beth was in heaven. Her chest heaving, she compared the chocolate skin of her new lover against her own alabaster flesh. This could not possibly be happening, she worried. "Is this a dream?" she asked.

The answer was mumbled into her cleavage as Leonard refused to stop licking at her perfect chest. Her nipples were absolutely rigid with desire. His nibbling and sucking were also having an effect on her cunt, though it was still hidden underneath her skirt.

Silently, Leonard worked the rest of her clothing off her body, but his mouth never left her breasts. Naked, Beth was at his mercy. He kissed her all over, never straying far from those wonderful tits, but always finding a way to excite her even more. All the while her thrill was building from the contrast of their bodies. It was time for Leonard to get naked, too. Beth pushed him slightly away and motioned that she wanted to remove his shirt. Her hands shook, just as his had, as she unbuttoned it. The soft silk of the fabric was matched by the softness of the skin beneath it. Her eyes were wide with appreciation as she ran her hands over his bare chest. It took both her hands to grasp one of his and bring it up to her chest once more.

Leonard stood next to the bed; Beth sat on the side facing him. Naked, her heavy breasts rose and fell with her rapid breath. Before her stood her dream, her fantasy. It was finally going to happen.

As he stood there Beth could see the bulge growing in his trousers. He just stood there as she undid his belt buckle. Then came the button at the waist. Beth leaned forward to kiss Leonard's smooth, tight stomach. The skin was soft and warm to her mouth; she could hear him breathing deeply as she licked up from his waist to his neck. One long, sensual pass of her tongue.

His cock stirred in its trap. It fought for release.

Beth sat back down on the bed and ran her hands across the exposed flesh before her. Her eyes grew larger as she realized the lump in Leonard's pants was still growing. He just stood there, enjoying the moment and the anticipation. She reached one hand up to his fly and slowly dragged the zipper down. A pause, then in one smooth motion his pants were down around his ankles.

Leonard wore no underwear and there, facing Beth, was the most beautiful cock cock she had ever seen. It was as big around as her wrist, at least two inches in diameter. Circumcised, it was as long as her forearm, easily ten inches, and so heavy that even erect it couldn't support itself and was barely able to make it to horizontal. (Later she would measure her forearm and discover that Leonard had indeed been ten inches long.)

The massive cock rose from a thick patch of tightly curled, pure black pubic hair. A thick vein flowed along the left side of the still-hardening shaft. She could feel it pulsing to his heartbeat in her hands. The shaft tapered slightly towards the end and curved to the left and up. It was darker than Leonard's skin making the huge knob that was the head appear even more ripe, pink and juicy.

Beth was overwhelmed by the sight and simply sat there watching Leonard's thick shaft continue to grow. It never did reach past horizontal —too much meat. As she regained her senses, Beth reached her other hand forward to cup his balls; it took both hands to hold them. With his sac in her palms, she leaned forward reverently and placed a delicious kiss on the crown of his cock helmet. She tried to put it in her mouth but the best she could do was to get the head and a bit of the shaft. Leonard just watched as she enjoyed her first taste of BBC. "I will never be able to take that."

"We'll take it slow, babe," purred Leonard in his deep voice.

"I want to be on top," requested Beth.

Leonard moved onto the bed and lay back. His bulk took up all of the centre of the king-size bed. Beth stood up, taking in the sight before her. His body was muscled, taut, smooth, silky, delicious. It was glorious. And as if to call extra attention to itself, Leonard's cock throbbed visibly, drawing Beth's eye once more.

Leonard was watching her as she climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Her eyes were focussed on his erection; she could see nothing else now. She lowered her mouth to his shaft and licked all along one side, down the other. Her saliva coated his skin, coated the bright pink knob. She slid her body all along Leonard's. Her welcoming tits dragged along his legs, over his thighs until they arrived at his cock, still glistening with her saliva.

She took her hands and held her boobs tightly together, encasing her new toy tightly between them and gently slid his cock back and forth, agonizingly slow. Leonard's hips were already pushing up to meet her tit tunnel. This was part of his fantasy, too.

Pumping his cock in this manner, Beth was able to capture the head with her lips each time it came close. Leonard was soon doing most of the thrusting as Beth just held her tits tightly around his organ. His hands closed over hers and she let him take charge of her wonderful melons. Her hands slid to the spot underneath his cock where she grasped and held his huge black balls as he fucked her chest.

Beth could wait no longer. Leonard had been fucking her tits for a long time and had not yet come. As much as she wanted his sperm all over her body, she knew that there would be many chances this night. She was ready to try Leonard's cock in her cunt. Beth pulled away all the while holding on to his balls and his big cock. As she stroked it with both her hands she realized that neither hand could reach all the way around the thick pole.

Beth crawled forward and straddled his hips with hers. She could feel his cock pushed up against her ass, demanding entry. She raised her ass until her pussy was poised directly above his cock with the head slightly parting her lips. Her juices were flowing freely, mixing freely with his pre-cum and her saliva. This lubricant was enough to make entrance possible. Slowly, inch by inch, Beth lowered herself onto that massive shaft. She gently moved her hips back and forth and around. Each movement made her wetter; each movement lubricated his shaft a bit more.

It must have taken five minutes before Leonard was completely inside her cunt. Once there, everything stopped. Beth was completely in control now. She raised her hips a little, then sat back down gently, and with a groan of pleasure. He just laid back, his fingers intertwined behind his gleaming bald head, patiently enjoying the soft yet firm grip of Beth's cunt. Her muscles were massaging him but her body was barely moving. Again she rose slightly, then dropped back down. A bit harder this time. The third time she rose enough to let half of the big cock show, then she drove herself down hard. It felt great. For both of them. A few more half withdrawals and she was ready to fuck. Beth rose up, sliding all but the head of Leonard's cock out of her pussy. Then she drove herself down harder than ever before. Again. Again. She was riding the massive shaft for all she was worth. Her orgasms had been as uncountable as they had been intense. And she was not about to stop.

Leonard still had not come. He appeared to have complete control over his orgasms, or the most amazing staying power.

"God! Can you fuck!" roared Leonard.

"Thanks!" Beth continued her ride, bucking up and down with a wild abandon. Her pleasure was not to be denied.

Beth told her new lover, "tell me when you are going to come."

"When do you want me to?"

"What? You can do that?"

"Pretty much, but you are making it pretty tough on me. I just love to watch your big breasts bouncing like that in front of me." As he said that his hands again cupped her tits and squeezed them hard. She leaned forward, offering them to his thick lips and mouth. He bit her nipple, sucked on it, squeezed her hard in a way that just made her come again.

As she screamed her pleasure Leonard asked her, "can I come all over your tits?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Beth, still in the throes of another orgasm.

With his strong arms, Leonard almost picked Beth up and placed her on her back beside him on the bed. He got up and knelt astride her chest. All Beth could see was this huge black shaft dangling in front of her. All Leonard could think of was the incredible woman underneath him. With one huge hand he stroked his cock; the other was still grabbing at her big boobs. His masturbation was forceful and demanding. The image was too much for Beth as she fondled his balls yet again. She grabbed at his tight buns trying to draw him forward.

Beth watched as his hand slid smoothly back and forth along the thick shaft. Each time, the huge cockhead would thrust forward. The stroking was intense and incredibly erotic. Leonard continued to jack off above Beth's body. After a long while he moaned slightly and asked her, "are you ready? I'm going to come."

"Come, my BBC. Come all over me with that big black cock of yours."

All at once, a river of ejaculate shot from the huge, bulbous cockhead. It shot onto her tits, past them to her face, into her hair. It was all over her. Beth watched as Leonard continued to stroke his beautiful tool, though more slowly now. She reached her hand down to her breast and brought it up to her mouth to lick up the thick streams of cum that coated her nipple and aureola. Then she did the same with the other breast, glancing up at Leonard to gauge his reaction. He liked it.

Watching this, Leonard stopped his movements. This beautiful white woman with the incredible boobs was eating his come from her own tits. He had let go of his cock and it lay heavily on her belly, the head just grazing her right boob. Although it had started to soften, his cock was already beginning to respond to the stimulating sight, and touch of her flesh. Beth saw what was happening and sighed. It was going to happen again. She was living her BBC fantasy, alright.

Leonard easily took control of the moment. He took Beth's hand and pulled her gently off the bed; she followed his lead easily, willingly. He led her to the meeting table in the suite. There, he grasped her by the hips and lifted her onto the table top. Standing between her legs his crotch was just a bit too high to slide into her directly so he bent his legs slightly and presented his hard-again penis to the flooded entrance of her vagina. They were going to fuck again. Already.

Beth leaned back on her hands, pressed her hips forward and offered herself to him completely. Her pussy was ready, the lips puffy and swollen from the first fuck, and from anticipation of the second. She not able to say a word and just moaned an invitation to her lover. To her BBC. Leonard understood perfectly what she needed now. He pressed forward so that his massive, ruby red knob pushed up against her willing cunt. Her lips parted, engulfing the head of his cock. He paused. Then made one smooth and forceful thrust to bury himself all the way to his balls. Her gasp in reaction to the powerful injection of his cock was all the reward he needed, but the depths of her pussy felt wonderful, too.

All at once! It had gone in all at once —without any hesitation and now Beth was again stuffed with cock. She loved the feeling. Her hips thrust back against him as if commanding him to continue, to fuck her the way she really needed to be fucked —with a massive BBC pounding at her insides.

Leonard, still squatting slightly, pulled his cock out as suddenly as it had gone in. There was the sloppy sound of suction as he withdrew. Then he plowed it back into her. His black shaft sank deep into this beautiful woman with the incredible breasts. They both looked down at the junction of their flesh. The contrasting alabaster flesh of Beth's thighs, the rosiness of her pussy, the thin blond hair on her crotch, and the dark shadows of his fabulous meat. They watched as first there was a cock about to enter the pink heaven that was her cunt. Then it would smoothly disappear into her body, only to reappear just as quickly. Leonard continued to pound her pussy with his impressive organ, his balls slapping against her ass each time he buried it to the hilt.

As she watched this game of contrasts, Beth began to lose control. Her orgasm was shockingly intense and came up on her rapidly. Her screams of pleasure made Leonard pause to ask, "are you alright?"

His worried tone was sweet, but he had stopped fucking her. "Fuck me hard! Make me come again!"

He knew that she was more than just alright. He grabbed Beth's ass in hands and he raised her up, comfortably impaled on his rock-hard organ. He then lifted her up again, and dropped her onto his shaft. In this way he continued to fuck her, or maybe masturbate with her would be a better description. Still fucking her, Leonard carried Beth over to the wall where he leaned her back and really started to pound into her cunt hard. Each thrust made the pictures on the wall rattle. The whole room seemed to shake as he continued to penetrate Beth. Again and again he sank himself into her willing body.

Beth could feel how hard he was, even after having come already. She wondered if his cock alone might be capable of supporting her weight, but decided not to chance it. She had already enjoyed another orgasm or two and was revelling in the way Leonard was using her body for his pleasure. They fucked for a long time before slowing down.

Leonard was in wonderful physical shape and only now was beginning to breathe a bit harder after his exertions against the wall. Beth was more out of breath and she had done no more than meet his angry cock with her soothing cunt. Of course, the many orgasms had also had their effect, too.

Sliding out of Beth —he still had not come— Leonard tugged her arm towards the balcony. He slid the curtains open wide, opened the door and they stepped into the cool night air. From the twelfth floor, the view of Vancouver was most impressive. Together, they leaned against the railing and looked south to English Bay with its freighters all lit up in the night. To the north they could just make out the lights of Grouse Mountain and the North Shore. Their breathing had calmed and they talked.

Leonard was the buyer for a small chain of fabric stores that was building its notions department. He was in the city to source new suppliers and had been occupied all day with various meetings and parties hosted by the big suppliers.

"That explains why I could not find you in the conference centre, then," said Beth.

"You were looking for me?"

"Don't joke, Leonard. You know I was!"

"I guess," he trailed off. "I am glad that I had breakfast this morning. Usually I have a tea and a muffin in my room and run out the door but today I decided I needed to relax a bit first."

"We were fortunate, weren't we?"

"I have to ask you an important question, but it may seem funny after what has been going on."

"Shoot. I mean, ask away. I don't think I could catch enough of you if you shot now." "What about your husband? Does he know this is happening?" Beth explained the arrangement that Martin and she had, and that it had been Martin who had encouraged her to meet Leonard. "He knows how much I have always wanted a BBC."

"What in the hell is a BBC? You keep saying that and I've been wondering all this time."

"Big Black Cock, silly." "Oh. It is, isn't it?" They looked down to his crotch at the same time. The cool night air and the conversation had taken most of his erection, but his cock was still glorious. As he leaned there, one elbow resting on the railing, Beth stared at his cock. At the source of her pleasure for the last hour and a half. It was pretty much soft now and still hung from him larger than most men she had seen. It was easily one and a half inches thick and probably seven inches long. The shaft arched up slightly, curving off to the left. Even soft it had held its shape.

As she admired it, Beth took it into her hands once more. He was so tall that his crotch came up to a point just below her breasts. From that close she was able to truly enjoy the sight of this wonderful tool. As she played with the cock, checking its weight as if at a meat counter, he began to get hard again. She felt it growing in her hands. It stirred and pulsed rhythmically. Her cunt was stirring right along with it.

As Beth played with his cock, Leonard watched her body in the dim light of the night. Each time she moved her tits shook slightly. Her nipples were especially attractive for him as he loved big areola; he loved how the skin around her nipples tightened along with the nipple itself. The supple thighs, her ample but firm ass, her hands on his crotch, and most of all, the wonder in her eyes as she took in the sight of his body. Taken together, all these things made his cock react impressively.

"Do you realize that you are not the only one with a fantasy tonight?" he asked as she held him tightly in both hands.

"What do you mean?"




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 8



"You are very much the ideal woman of my fantasies. Your body is just perfect to me. That is why I find it so easy to get hard with you. Every inch of your body turns me on, Beth. Look what it's doing now."

Indeed, his cock had gone completely rigid and was again engorged with desire for Beth's sex.

Her response was to turn away from him to lean up against the railing. Leaning forward, she spread her legs wide, her feet as far apart as they could comfortably be. In this position her pussy was wide open and her big tits hung over the railing available to the whole city. She wiggled her ass to invite him in.

Leonard moved up against her and pressed himself against the entrance of his perfect cunt. Beth reached down with one hand to guide the big cock into herself as it demanded entry. She pushed he ass backward to meet it head on, as it were. Leonard pushed forward to sink fully into her melting orifice. She was already, or was that still, drenched. The juice was all hers as Leonard had not yet come inside her.

Their position was perfect for a middle of the night fuck on a balcony in a big city. Beth felt her tits bounce with each thrust from the man behind her. They hung there, open to the night air as the lovers continued to thrust and push. Beth felt the next orgasm building up slowly, much more slowly than any of the others she had already enjoyed today —especially the last few with Leonard. Her body was responding in perfect time to the motions of her BBC. Each thrust was countered to achieve the maximum penetration, and the maximum pleasure for each of them. Moment by moment, the electricity of her 'little visitor' built up. This was Beth's term for an orgasm when in polite society. She held back the waves that were building. With great difficulty she held them back, waiting for the moment when Leonard might finally ejaculate deep insider her cunt.

But Leonard did not come. Beth was beginning to wonder if he ever would. How could any man fuck for two hours and come only once? And then only because he wanted to?! This was a treasure, she thought.

"Do you want me to come inside you this time?" asked Leonard softly, in between thrusts.

"Can you come again?" chided Beth.

Leonard redoubled his fucking. His strong hands held onto Beth around the waist and he rammed himself in and out of her remarkable hole.

"Tell me when you're coming," asked Beth. "I will come with you."

"Now. I'm coming now!" exclaimed Leonard in his deep, clear voice. Beth could see people on the street far below looking up towards them. Her tits were hanging completely over the railing and bouncing wildly now. She could see some people down below pointing up towards her. She waved and replied with her own "I'm coming… fuck me harder…."

Leonard shot his sperm deep inside Beth's grasping pussy. He pumped gently for several more minutes, never losing his firmness.

Finished shooting insider her cunt, Leonard withdrew. His cock was still hard, having lost little to his orgasm. He asked Beth, "can I put it in your ass?" His tone was hesitant and gentle. "I have never fucked a woman that way and I think you would be the most perfect woman to try it with. I know how big I am, but I can be very careful."

"For you, I would like to try it, too. But we need to get some more lubricant, I think."

"What can we use?" "I have some in my bag."

"What? You carry anal lubricant with you?"

As they went back into the room, Beth was leading her man by the cock as she had seen in the nightclub show not so many hours ago. She told him about the other wonders that her bag held. She took out the lube, and her purple vibrator. Leonard's eyes were wide with surprise, especially after she described her trip up the peninsula. Nothing she said made his cock any softer. In fact, with each part of the story it seemed to grow another little bit. Beth was beginning to wonder if she could really take something so big up her asshole.

As she held him by the thick root of his cock, they kissed, pressing their bodies tightly one against the other. His hands roved all over her body stopping often on her tits. One hand played with her ass as she wiggled it to tease and excite him. Soon, Leonard held her tightly against his body, grasping one of her ample cheeks in each hand. He was able to cover her ass with his big hands. He pulled her cheeks apart and played tentatively with her anus.

Beth continued to gyrate against him. His cock was as hard as it had been all night and was pressing up against cunt from below. She was up on her tip toes, she was almost sitting atop the shaft. Her movements did as much to excite Leonard as they did her. She rubbed her sex against the big black shaft between her legs and moved back and forth along its length. Each moment that passed in this way excited her even more, made her that much wetter. Each second she wanted him more but she knew that she would have to be ready to be able to take that monster into her ass.

Beth often enjoyed anal sex with Martin as she had with some of her other lovers. She would often insert one of her smaller dildos or vibrators in there while she was being fucked. Martin particularly loved the feel of her vibrators as she jammed is cock into her; he could feel the electric pulses against his own shaft and would invariably enjoy a more intense orgasm each time. But although Martin had a good sized cock, this was no Martin pressing up against her now. She was as worried about disappointing Leonard by not being able to take him in her ass as she was excited about the possibility that she would.

As Leonard pawed at her buttocks, Beth reached around him to the bed to pick up the tube of lubricant she had removed from her bag. "Here, you'll want to use a lot of this," she told Leonard.

"I think I had better, baby."

His deep, masculine voice had a real effect on her body. She felt a shiver down her spine as she anticipated what was developing.

Leonard pulled away from Beth and in doing so freed his cock from between her voluptuous thighs. Standing there, his penis was horizontal to the floor. The vein down the side was pulsating strongly; Beth watched carefully. As she did, Leonard drizzled a long ribbon of fuck-lube onto his cock. It flowed from the tube landing first at the base of his cock, pooling up at the base of his shaft where it widened to join his pubic region. The lube was ribboning out of the tube as Leonard trailed it along the full length of his cock where he ended with a large glob of the smooth liquid thus coating the whole of his cock helmet. Beth could see the lube very slowly spreading to coat the sides of her new toy.

Leonard took his other hand and slid it along his thick, meaty black rod, spreading the lubricant all over it. He playfully pumped his cock a few times as if to masturbate in front of Beth. "Don't waste that cock, Leonard!"

"Don't worry, babe, there's lots more as long as you are here to enjoy it."

To get him started, Beth walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room. The high, wide arms would be perfect for her to lean over as Leonard aimed himself towards her ass. She bent over at the waist and rested her chest comfortably on the arm. She wiggled her ass, inviting him to give it a try. That was enough, of course.

He certainly knew what to do. So far tonight, Leonard has demonstrated what a capable and sensitive lover he was. Now he was downright gentlemanly as he prepared her for the experience of taking his BBC into her dark hole. He sat on the coffee table with his face close to her buttocks. His tongue snaked out to lick one cheek, then the other. Beth moaned at the warm, wet bath she was receiving. His hands were holding her hips firmly as she bucked slightly. He continued to kiss her ass as his hands first held her, then roamed all over her thighs and legs. He brought one hand up slowly between her thighs and inserted a finger into her pussy. As wet as she was, he had no difficulty pressing two, then three fingers into her.

He fucked her like that for several minutes and when she was starting to get most excited and approached another orgasm, he took his fingers from her cunt and very carefully slipped one gently into her anus. It went in easily, even without the artificial lubricant. With one finger in her ass, he drizzled the lube onto his other fingers and worked another one into her passage. The additional lubrication made the entry easy and painless for her.

As he was doing this, Beth was having her next orgasm. She called out to him, "slap my ass!"

"What?"

"Slap my ass with your other hand."

Whack! Whack!

"Like that?"

"Harder if you want." WHACK!

This had always been the one guaranteed way to turn Beth on and prepare her for a good fucking. She was now moving around all over the arm of the sofa and Leonard was having difficulty keeping her in place. Removing his two fingers from her ass, he took the lubricant and puddled it into the palm of that hand. He reinserted the fingers and worked the slippery gel all over Beth's butt, coating her completely. The remainder of the tube he pumped onto his cock once more. Then he stood up.

"Are you ready for me?" "Please… fuck my ass, lover. You BBC!"

This was exactly what Leonard had hoped to hear; what he had fantasized about for so long. He was about to shove his horse-cock all the way into a woman's ass. And a gorgeous, big-titted white woman at that!

Once more he gently pressed his two digits into her. As he withdrew this time, however, he replaced the fingers with the head of his cock. Beth gasped as she felt that lump up against her near﷓virgin hole, but she knew this was the one for her. "Put it in."

He pressed his hips forward slightly, feeling a bit of resistance. Then the head of his cock slipped comfortably into the tightest place he had ever been. Sure, he had fucked women with small cunts, but this was different. He could feel the pressure all around his dick as if a hand was grasping it firmly, smoothly. He continued pressing himself deeper into her ass. Slowly. Carefully. Leonard did not want this to end.

"How is that?" he asked her, concerned that this might be as much as she could take.

"Feels superb! Got any more?" she asked playfully. "Go easy, though."

With about eight inches of shaft still waiting at the gate, Leonard knew that he would have to be gentle. That was a lot of cock. Had Beth seen how much meat was still left to disappear, she might have hesitated. But she could not see it.

Leonard pressed forward. Very smoothly, very slowly. Beth pushed back a bit to encourage him in his mission. So far, everything was working out just fine. She already felt full, but there was still room, she thought.

"How much left, lover?"

"You don't want to know."

"How much??"

"About three more inches. Are you feeling okay still?"

"I think I am full. But give me a bit more anyway."

He leaned forward and gave her another two inches in a sharp thrust.

"Good?"

"I can almost feel it in my throat. Is that it?"

"Just a bit more…." "Do it…."

Leonard pushed himself completely into her ass and stayed there. Unprepared for the incredible feeling, he almost came as he felt his groin pressing against the cheeks of Beth's ass.

"I think I could come right away!"

Beth replied, "really?" She was surprised, but pleased at her ability to finally make this guy come on her terms.

He was quiet for a moment, undoubtedly thinking about baseball statistics or something, she thought. God, she was so full of cock. She did not want to move lest the feeling end.

Now that Beth was used to the feeling of all that meat in her ass, she was ready for fucking. She pushed her butt back against his groin and started him moving. Leonard pulled out of her ass until only his ruby helmet remained hidden. With a smooth, long stroke he pushed back into Beth's ass completely. Once more he paused. So close to coming, he needed to use all of his powers of concentration not to. Then he was ready and out came that long shaft, only to go right back in again.

Each time Leonard thrust into Beth's big white ass he did so with a bit more force. As he did he would occasionally bring his hand down onto her flesh with a loud slap. With each slap Beth responded a bit more vigorously. Her incredible movements were creating more and more pleasure for each of them. And as she moved about more, Leonard fucked her that much harder and spanked her buttocks again and again. She was amazing. Eventually it became a wild ride of long, hard strokes of the biggest cock Beth had ever been pleasured by combined with her intense gyrations all over the arm of the couch and the frequent spanking of a big black hand on her lush alabaster ass.

Her cunt was flaming as she took him again and again into herself. Leonard picked her up, cock still buried inside her, and carried Beth to the bed. Once there he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. She spread her legs as wide as she could, knees up by her ears. Her anus was gaping wide, her cunt was as red and as vibrant as it could be. Her clitoris was standing out at attention like the hooded soldier that it was.

Leonard was instantly between her legs and without a word of warning, had re-entered her ass with his immense cock. He fucked her hard, now. He knew that she could take him and that she was deriving as much pleasure from him as he was from her.

"Will you come soon?"

"Yes. I need to come in your ass, Beth."

Her words matched her actions perfectly as she encouraged Leonard to fuck her like she knew he wanted to. "Do me hard, you fucker! Fuck me harder. Do it! Do it! Ahhh…." Her whole body shook in another intense orgasm. That was enough for Leonard who also started to come. He plunged his cock right to the hilt and pressed hard into her. He could feel each shot of his semen spurting out of his cock deep into Beth's body.

Spent, they lay there without moving for a long time. Leonard was still inside Beth's ass, but his cock had softened and was slowly retracting. As long as he was, it took him to make the effort to pull out completely. Beth looked down between them as he withdrew. The dark black shaft was thickly coated sperm, lubricant and her own juices that had flowed from her cunt as Leonard pounded into her. He looked exhausted. Finally.

The two lovers fell asleep. It was already half past three in the morning; the two of them had been fucking for almost four hours now. Beth had enjoyed countless orgasms. Leonard had fulfilled his fantasy for a big-titted white woman and of course, anal sex. Neither not dreamed —it had all come true already.

Around seven the next morning, Beth woke up beside her BBC. A smile grew on her face as she recalled the night before. "I need some more," she whispered to herself.

Leonard woke up as she was examining his cock. Her hands were holding him up above his big balls and she was inspecting the big tool that had so completely filled her up, both her cunt but especially her ass.

He watched surreptitiously as she fondled him, as she squeezed him. Beth knew that this would help to wake him up. She did not realize how much. After a few minutes of fondling the giant shaft, it began to wake up. The cock in her palm stretched a bit, flexed a bit, and grew from a very pleasant seven inches to its full length of ten and a girth of more than she could grasp in her hands.

"You're awake," she said as she noticed Leonard watching her watching him. "Wanna fuck?"

"Sure, but let's go into the shower."

The two walked to the shower. Beth discovered that she was pretty stiff and her asshole was very sore. "I wonder what from?" she joked to herself.

Stepping into the big shower Beth noticed once again how big a man Leonard was. His muscular legs were perfectly proportioned to his upper body. His hard ass was calling out to be handled and she reached a hand out to give one of his great cheeks a squeeze. Leonard's response was to bend over slightly to give her a better view, and a better grip. She took advantage and grabbed him with both hands. It was an incredible feeling for both of them.

Beth reached between his legs with one hand and grasped his big cock. At rest like this it hung long nonetheless, as if hanging from his ball sack. She took the bar of soap that he handed her and lathered up her lover's body. They took turns washing each other. Leonard lingered for a long time on her breasts. "They haven't been washed that well for a long time," she complimented him.

"I want them to be clean enough to eat from, ma'am. And you're doing a pretty good job yourself on my cock, if I may say so."

"You may. Needs to be clean enough to eat. Am I doing it right?"

She felt the answer rather than heard it as his shaft responded by bobbing in her hands. It was getting hard again, something she had been anticipating for some time and was ready to deal with.

"Do you like sixty-nine?" asked Leonard.

"Frankly, it's my favourite number."

"I know a way that you have never had it, though!"

"Yea. Right. How many ways can you possibly do sixty-nine?"

Dripping all over, Leonard took Beth by the hand and pulled her out of the shower enclosure. As easily as if he were picking up a child, he grasped her by the waist and lifted Beth right off her feet, flipped her head-down and threw her legs over his shoulders. They were indeed in the traditional position for sixty-nine, but he was standing straight up holding her in position with her cunt at his mouth and her head pointing down a few inches from his hardening meat. She felt very safe in his strong arms; he would hold her like that as long as he needed to.

Her mouth was at the ready, her long, wet hair hiding her head in his crotch; Beth's actions were hidden completely. But Leonard knew what she was doing. She grasped the black rod in both her hands and stroked it softly, barely touching the skin. Her fingers and palms danced along the length of it, teasing and exciting his flesh. Her mouth was busy as she kissed and licked the big ruby helmet. She closed it around the cockhead, trying to take more of him into her throat. This was an excellent position for her efforts as her neck and throat were stretched to their maximum. Still, he was huge.

As Beth worked on his cock, Leonard was equally busy with her cunt. His tongue snaked out as he softly licked all along her vulva, spreading the lips, dipping into the opening. He could smell her perfume and taste it upon his tongue. He held Beth by the hips and brought her even closer to reach deeper into her pussy with his aggressive tonguing. His big hands held her tightly in place as he buried his tongue in her gash.

Pausing for a moment, Beth complimented him on his cunnilingus skills, "You are so great at that. Eat my cunt!"

Leonard continued to eat Beth out until she had her first visitor of the day —an early morning orgasm. Much as she worked his cock over, no matter hard she tried, she could never bring herself to take more than a couple of extra inches of his thick pole into her mouth, much less make him ejaculate. But, as we know, Beth was not about to give up so easily. She had always been prepared for a challenge; this was not going to be impossible.

After her orgasm, Leonard carried Beth back to the bed and carefully placed her there. He was still rock-hard and ready to fuck but Beth would have none of it. She told him, "you took my ass completely last night, now I want you to take my the only other orifice I can give you: my throat!"

"You're kidding! No one has ever been able to take all of me that way. Sorry. But I do appreciate you having tried."

"Tried? Are you kidding? I have not even started yet."

"You are incredible, woman."

This time, it was Beth who took control of the situation. She set Leonard up on the bed, leaning against the headboard with some pillows beneath his head. "That way you can watch how I do."




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 9



Moving Pictures, Part 1 of 3

Christmas had come very late this year. Beth's store had been spectacularly busy with record sales almost every day. She had spent at least ten or twelve hours in the store each day for the whole month of December. Although her staff had been great and had also worked very hard, it was good for it to be finally all over.

January had arrived and the couple was only now starting to relax. They had discussed buying a video camera for a long time but it had never been quite right, but that was about to change as Martin told Beth, "I think I want a camera this year."

"Pictures?"

"No. Moving pictures! And you do know why…" he trailed off.

"No?!," she replied, playfully, "maybe to watch me fuck on TV?"

Two minutes later they were flying out the door on their way to the electronics store. Not a word had been exchanged since they had agreed. Each one already knew the new toy was heading right into the bedroom. They would be stars by the end of the day!

The salesman at the electronics store must have wondered what hit him. In under ten minutes Beth and Martin had looked over, decided on and bought a brand new digital camera. It was a top of the line Sony that not only took great stills but also recorded great quality video. They were out the door before he had finished calculating his commission!

Just as soon as they could, the horny couple had their new electronic toy out of the box and were reading the "quick-start" instructions. Thankfully, they did not have to wait to charge the battery as the camera also ran off direct power. Because neither one had considered extra accessories that the salesman had recommended, they were without a tripod to hold the camera as they cavorted on the bed.

"What do you mean? Can't we just leave it on the dresser?" asked Beth.

"Right. And who's going to zoom in or change camera angles?" replied Martin.

"Why don't we just take turns and watch the results afterwards?" offered Beth.

"Do you want to go first?"

"No. You go and I'll make sure I get some good shots to watch afterwards."

Martin had never admitted being a bit of an exhibitionist, but deep in his secret self, he had always wanted to show off his cock and his stroking techniques. This would be his first real chance to live out this fantasy. "Sure. I'll go first… make sure you get my best side!" taunted Martin, "you know, front just below the belt."

Beth was already setting up the scene and directed Martin to strip slowly so that she could get it all on video. Martin did not let her down. He worked his shirt off first, then his pants. As he stood before his wife in only his underwear, a big tent formed in the fabric as he got progressively harder. He could feel that his cock was probably as hard as it ever had been; he was surprised when he realized how much of an effect his showing off was having.

"Your cock looks fantastic," prodded Beth. "Do something interesting."

Martin responded by pulling the fabric tightly across his big bulge. Beth could see the outline of his circumcised cockhead pressing tightly against the cloth. She moved in for a closeup, kneeling a few feet in front of her husband. He thrust his hips towards her as if to tempt her into the shot. She just reached out a free hand and patted his bulge encouragingly.

"Give me some skin now," directed Beth.

Slowly, teasingly, Martin pulled at the elastic of his briefs. His cock dragged against the cloth as it resisted his efforts. All of a sudden, the head popped right out over the top of the underwear as if to announce itself. Beth caught it all on video as she encouraged him, "show me that great cock of yours, ya big stud!"

Not one to miss a chance this good, Martin responded by waving his thick erection back and forth across Beth's field of vision. She was still kneeling right in front of him and the picture was filled completely with her husband's cock.

She followed him onto the bed where he set himself up with several big pillows against which he could lean. All the while Beth continued to film. She could feel herself getting increasingly excited as she watched the show in the viewfinder. Her pussy was already drenched; she could feel the heat building up between her legs. "Touch yourself now," she panted.

Martin dutifully reached his right hand towards his throbbing cock. His index finger touched the tip where a drop of pre-cum had already accumulated. He picked it up on the tip of his finger and brought it to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and licked off the wet drop. Beth felt her heart pound as she watched her husband exploring new territory. He had never done anything like it before. Sure, she had kissed him after he had ejaculated into her mouth, but this was something altogether different. He was really getting into this role!

Martin reached down to his crotch again. This time his left hand cupped his big balls while his right hand very gently slid along the shaft. Beth framed the image to capture both hands at work and filled the frame with his equipment. She could see that his balls were tight in their sack the way they always were when he was most ready to fuck. "You look fucking incredible," she told him.

"You like that, do you?"

"Give me some more you big fucker."

Martin wrapped his hand lovingly around his manhood. His left hand continued to massage his testicles. Occasionally, he would tickle the base of his cock where it joined his sack. "That makes me even harder," he offered.

Beth only murmured her response. She could see how much harder he was getting —not that it seemed possible. She had never seen Martin's cock appear so big; he had gained at least an inch, and even some extra girth.

With Beth capturing every moment in the camcorder, Martin played it up. His hand was now slowly stroking his thick shaft, barely touching it. The left hand made regular trips to grasp the ruby head of his cock, giving it an extra squeeze to improve the show, to say nothing of the additional pleasure it provided. Of course, all this excitement was having a big effect on his willpower. Martin was already getting close to coming and there was not a lot he could do about it.

"I think I might have to come soon," he warned Beth.

"You can't! Stop for a second."

He did as his wife suggested. Martin removed his hand from the shaft, but his left hand kept its place on his balls, gently squeezing and playing.

"I want you to make this really interesting for me," directed Beth.

"How? What do you want?"

"How about some lotion for now?"

Martin reached across the bed to the toy drawer and pulled out a tube of Beth's lubricant. As she watched him in the camcorder, he drizzled a stream onto his crotch. Only some of it landed on his cock. As he dripped more onto the head, the thick liquid oozed slowly down the smooth flesh of his meat and accumulated on his balls. Then, it continued down into the crack of his ass. This gave Beth another idea, naturally.

"How about if you get the small red dildo out of the drawer, too?" she told him.

Martin knew that it was the anal plug that his wife sometimes used. But he had never tried it… should he? Despite the hesitation, Martin knew that this was going to be all part of the show. He took the butt plug out as well.

Settling himself back into a comfortable position, Martin reached back down to grasp his cock. The lubrication made the strong shaft slick and exciting to his touch. His hand moved easily up and down along his meat. This time he was grasping it tightly and with each long stroke the shiny, ruby head would thrust itself up towards the ceiling. He slowed his strokes to better enjoy the wonderful feeling that was again building up in his groin. It would only take a few hard pounds of his hand and sperm would be shooting across the room. But it was not yet time.

Beth, meanwhile, had been moving around the room to capture her lover's masturbation. Her careful attention to the erotic scene made the situation feel rather clinical, although her cunt kept trying to regain its usual control. She loved capturing this moment on video. It made her incredibly proud, to say nothing of horny, to be doing this.

"I had never realized you were such a great masturbator," she complimented Martin.

"Thank you. Now can I come?"

"Nope! Take the dildo now…" she trailed off not quite sure if she was doing the right thing.

Martin had made up his mind when he had taken out the rubber plug, and there was no hesitation in him now. As his left hand took over the slow stroking of his cock, the right hand carefully placed the red rubber dildo at the entrance of his virginal ass. Now there was a pause.

"How does it feel?" asked Martin.

"You will like it. Do it. Please?!"

With a gentle but firm pressure, Martin slid the rubber plug into his ass. Just like that! It went in to the first ridge without any trouble at all. Martin's face had a look of surprise that the camera did not capture. "That wasn't bad," he thought to himself. One more push and in it went all the way.

"Oooohh!" he exclaimed in genuine surprise. It did not hurt, but it was certainly a new feeling.

"Now you can come," approved Beth as she went in one more time with the zoom. She was concentrated on the butt plug but his hand was also in the frame as it pounded up and down along his big shaft.

Martin was able to hold off coming for a surprisingly long time, somehow. Perhaps the concentration he had needed to jam the dildo up his ass had given him more control. Beth continued to film her husband as he rubbed his cock. Each stroke was coming harder and harder. The lubricant was squeezing between his fingers, dripping all over his balls and onto the butt plug. Martin's hand was moving at an amazing speed; the head of his cock was now purple with the building pressure. It flashed a blur of colour each time his fist pounded down.

"NOW!!" he cried out about his impending orgasm.

Ready for the moment, Beth panned out quickly and was able to catch the full travel of the rope of her husband's ejaculation. She filmed a thick first shot as it flew out of Martin's cock, travelled across his whole body, past his head and splashed behind him against the headboard. It must have flown five feet, she guessed later. He shot his come again and again as his hand continued to fiercely pound his thick meat. Beth was both thrilled and amazed. She had never seen him come like that before. And she had seen him come thousands of times, she added to herself.

As he finished his orgasm, Beth put down the camera and threw herself onto her husband's cock. As she grabbed at it with one hand, the other hand was busy stripping off her own underwear. The skirt didn't matter.

Before Martin could soften any more, she had already made him hard again. Her mouth and hands had been on him right away and he was ready for her now. She threw a leg over his body and smoothly buried his thick cock into her cunt. All in one motion, she was ready to fuck.

Martin barely knew what was happening, but he liked it. As Beth galloped on his cock, he worked his hips up against her hard. Having just come there was little worry that he would be shooting off soon so he held nothing back. Together they fucked harder and harder. Beth was bouncing wildly up and down on her stallion as he met her every move with a powerful thrust of his cock.

Beth's orgasms had begun almost as soon as she hopped onto her man, and they were continuing. The two lovers worked the bedsprings harder than they had ever been tested. It was a good bed; a good fucking bed.

By the time Beth stopped fucking her husband, she had experienced uncountable orgasms. Or perhaps it had been just one very long one? Exhausted, they both eventually fell back onto the bed. Satisfied. Completely satisfied. And slept.

The next day, Beth was alone as Martin had gone out of town on business. Somehow, probably because she spent most of the day running errands, she never got around to watching the video that she had made the night before. It was only after dinner as she went to turn on the Playboy channel that she recalled having a video of her own to watch.

Plopping down onto the couch with a glass of wine and the remote control, Beth spent the next hour evaluating her videotaping skills —they were pretty bad, actually— and masturbating along with her husband. She decided partway through that there had to be a better way.

When Martin arrived the next day, she talked to him about her great new idea for the camera. He listened as she outlined her plan to invite Paul to their house on the weekend so that he could film them having sex.

"Why Paul?" asked Martin. It did not bother him to have someone watching, or filming, for that matter, but he could not understand how straight-laced Paul might be the one to do this. "He's done lots of camera work, and video, too. Do you realize it was him that took those sexy shots of my new tattoo last summer?"

"Really? He did a great job, too! I had not realized that!"

"Then you do like the idea of him filming us in bed?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Very much so," responded Beth almost too enthusiastically. "He will do a great job, besides, he owns a tripod!"

While figuring out what would happen, and discussing how to convince Paul to participate —Beth had not mentioned that Paul was already pretty familiar with at least one of the performers— Martin suggested that maybe it would be better if they had a video fuck party.

"Who would we invite?" quizzed Beth.

"How about Anne and Terry again? They did such a great job at your birthday party."

"That would be delicious."

"Would Paul mind? Or do you think we would scare him a bit with that much fucking? That much variety, let's say?"

"I will talk to him about it and feel out whether he's into it, if you want," offered Beth. She knew that Paul would jump at the chance, especially if there was something in it for him. "Maybe we can feed him a bit of liquor before Anne and Terry arrive so that he doesn't quite expect the full show at the start."

"Good idea."

Over the next few days Beth tried again and again to get a hold of Paul, but he was nowhere to be found. By Saturday, she had almost given up hope when he dropped by the shop in the afternoon. It turned out that he had been away as well visiting friends in the city. Beth told him about their party plan and asked him if he was into doing the video. She even told him about Anne and Terry but suggested he appear surprised since Martin seemed to expect that.

The party was planned for the next Friday night. And it was going to be good. No, great.

Martin had the week off and he spent most of his time lolling about. He devoted time on the deck reading and having a very restful period. His break from work was most welcome, though without Beth or any other accompaniment, he spent most of his time pretty horny with nothing to help but his own hand.

The Wednesday before the party was a warm, beautiful day and Martin was outside as usual. He had dozed off and was in the midst of a very erotic dream when he woke up suddenly to the wail of a siren on the street below. The siren left quickly, but not the tremendous erection that had developed as he slept. Of course, one thing led to another and he soon had dropped his shorts and was masturbating out in the open air of the sundeck. Because he was in an area out of sight of everyone in the building, except the empty apartment above and to the side, Martin felt no concern about stroking off outdoors in the middle of the day. He and Beth had fucked and played out there a few times and he was used to be naked on their private deck.

The only problem was that someone had moved into the empty apartment above them. It was a middle-aged couple, the Cahills, and their 18 year-old daughter, Lianna. And it was Lianna herself who was on the back deck at the same time that Martin had chosen for his moment of open passion. From where she stood, Lianna clearly saw Martin, his cock, and his busy hand.

Lianna had always been well ahead of her friends when it came to sex. Her parents, although not very adventuresome themselves, had always made sure that their little girl understood that sex was a good thing as long as it was between people that cared for each other, and respected each other. Few of her questions went unanswered, although they did not spend a lot of time on the mechanics of physical love. The talk had always made her curious and from an early age she had been rather active. She had first kissed a boy, a serious kiss with tongues and everything, when she was only eleven years old. The boy had been quite a bit older and had been so surprised that he had run off right after.

Of course, that had only served to make her more inquisitive. Lianna had lost her virginity willingly and had soon experienced many of the various sexual pleasures normally enjoyed by women twice her age had. It was not as if Lianna was particularly flirtatious, and she was certainly not easy. Rather, she was a very sexual and very inquisitive young woman who enjoyed her body and the pleasure it could bring. Despite this, she had only had sex with a few boys… well, plus a couple of men. She had fellated a few others, but she didn't really count those for some reason. Despite her level of experience, especially for someone so recently turned 18, Lianna had yet to discover the joy of lesbian sex and the amazing benefits of a group. That was to change, of course.

And she had never seen a man masturbate.

As she watched Martin slowly working his hand all over his body and along his cock she was surprised that he did not seem to care about being out in the open. He continued to slide his hand over the shaft. Occasionally he dropped his other hand to his balls and gave them a firm squeeze. Once in a while he would cup his cockhead in this other hand and hold it tight as his right hand accelerated its pace on his shaft. His eyes remained closed all along. Lianna realized that he was fantasizing about something good because he would smile widely every so often. 

Martin masturbated. And Lianna joined him, slipping her hand beneath flimsy underwear. She timed her own rhythm to match Martin's as he continued his handfuck out in the open air. She had not yet come when Martin groaned loudly. His body stiffened; he raised his hips high and thrust hard against his fist. His sperm shot out quickly —straight into the air. It landed on his belly, his crotch and dripped all over his hand. Lianna had an orgasm. A wonderful orgasm. An unexpected orgasm. She had not even expected it.

Martin got up and went inside before she even realized what had happened. He had never noticed that the presence of an audience. He had simply gone in to clean up and get a cold drink. Martin was at the kitchen table when he heard a soft knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, Martin was greeted by the sight of a young woman not two feet in front of him. She looked very young, but very much a woman, he thought. The girl was about five feet tall, standing with her back straight, emphasizing her sizable boobs. These were encased, almost, in a small tank top suspended on the thinnest of straps. In the usual style of young women these days, she also showed the bright red lace straps of her brassiere beneath her top. Her hair was light brown and cut rather short. He could smell the freshness of her shampoo. As she leaned forward to offer her hand, Martin saw clearly down her top into a cleavage generously created by the lacy brassiere. Her breasts were voluptuous. While she still had a bit of baby fat on her, it only served to make her look more delicious. That was the only word that seemed to work, he would explain later.

"Hi! I'm Lianna, your new neighbour."




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 9b



Moving Pictures, Part 2 of 3

We rejoin our story. Beth and Martin have recently purchased and "tested" a new video camera and have met a young, new neighbour, Lianna, whose introduction to Martin came when she watched from her new apartment as he masturbated outside on his deck. Later, she confronted him by asking, "do you masturbate often?" The uninhibited, large-breasted nymph was also a hit with Beth. The story continues...

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Martin told Beth all about his experience with Lianna over the previous hour. He told her about the very uninhibited attitude the girl had. He even told her about getting caught jacking off on the deck. Beth, while amazed at her husband's luck, and now her own, still didn't really believe all the details. At her challenge, Martin suggested that Beth go up to see Lianna herself and maybe invite her for dinner.

Over a simple but tasty meal, the three new friends found they had much in common. Lianna was truly uninhibited and amazingly honest. She told the couple all about her sexual history, and even a bit about that of her parents. This she did only after swearing Beth and Martin to secrecy. It turned out that while Lianna's parents were totally honest with their daughter, they did not seem to have the same liberated attitudes in regards of other people. Naturally, all were quick to commit to the secret.

As the three sat around after dinner, Beth let it slip that they had been planning a small party on the weekend. A video party. It appeared to have just slipped out by accident, but it is unlikely. Lianna quickly expressed an interest in the filming and asked enough about the party to find out that there would only be two couples and Paul in attendance.

"That doesn't seem fair to Paul," she mentioned almost casually. "Can I come to? I can balance the numbers, if you know what I mean?"

"Are you sure you want to come to our little event? It's going to get pretty serious, you know. Besides, what about your parents? I don't expect they will be too supportive," explained Martin.

"No problem! They are away until Sunday night. I can even sleep over here as long as I get home by noon."

For the rest of the evening, Beth and Lianna huddled together and planned out the coming party. Each time Martin approached he was sent off with another errand for a drink, different music or what have you. By the time they were done, the girls had a complete plan, one that would certainly please everyone involved. The best part, of course, was the surprise attendance of one particular 18 year-old, rather libidinous young lady. Even Martin did not know about Lianna's involvement.

The remainder of the week dragged on for every person that was to be at the party. Paul was pretty sure that he was only supposed to film Martin and Beth. That was certainly exciting enough, but he did not much expect to be involved at all. Still, he spent most of the week walking around with at least half an erection as he anticipated the evening.

Anne and Terry only knew that they were meeting their good friends for a special night. The hint about a new video camera had been well-received so they were prepared. Anne, especially, spent a great deal of time deciding what she would wear. She had been thrilled that Beth had so enjoyed her leather chaps so she was leaning to another sexy outfit recently purchased.

Lianna, the most unexpected guest-to-be, spent most of the time locked up in her apartment. Despite her apparently frivolous attitude to sex, she was incredibly turned on to have been included in what was sure to be a great orgy. It was to be her first group experience, except maybe that time at camp only a week after her last birthday when she had taken turns blowing that camp counsellor with her best friend. But he had been pretty young and this was going to be with mature, adult people. In fact, little Lianna spent many hours thinking about the event. Many of those hours were spent with a vibrator inside her young pussy. She also spent a great deal of time carefully trimming her delicate pubic hair so that it would be just perfect to impress those older men. She did not really consider the effect it would have on the women, though.

By the time Friday rolled around, each guest had been dealing with the possibilities in their own way. All, of course, had masturbated more than once in anticipation. There were as many orgasms in preparation as there would probably be all night. It was going to be a great party, although not everyone knew how great.

Paul was the first to arrive, just after dinner. Beth had specifically asked him to arrive early so that he could set up some equipment. There were a couple of tripods —one for the video camera and another for the still camera he had brought along. There were even a couple of extra lights. They were very effective in adding brightness but were subdued enough not to ruin the atmosphere. Besides, the living room was large enough to have hidden pockets of intimate lighting, even with the extra floods. As he set up, Beth casually mentioned that there would be another couple taking part as well. She said nothing about Lianna, of course.

"What do you mean, another couple?" Paul sounded very concerned.

"We invited Anne from the store, and her husband. They know that it's a video night, just not who will be doing the filming," explained Beth.

"I don't know about that…"

"We know them very well, Paul. There will be no problems with this. Trust me," assured Beth.

But he needed more to be convinced. So she told him about her birthday party in complete detail, including how marvellous Anne had looked that night. She told him about how well-fucked she had been, and how great a memory it had become. "This should be even better," she added to seal the deal. As the three of them sat back with drinks the doorbell rang.

"That's going to be them," exclaimed Martin. He was far more excited about this than he let on and almost ran to the door to let his other guests in.

Martin led the way back to the living room. He was closely followed by Anne, then Terry. Paul and Beth both were awed by the look that Anne had chosen for the party. She was dressed in the stereotypical schoolgirl outfit, but a very adult version. She wore black four inch high heels that highlighted her legs beautifully. These were encased in bright white nylon that were perfect to show off her strong, muscular calves and legs. Her regular workouts at the gym certainly paid off, thought Bev as she appreciated her friend's fabulous legs. The stockings ended far above the knee in a delicate lace pattern held carefully by a garter that just barely peeked below the hem of the very short skirt. The skirt was of the usual plaid pattern in white and red but cut so short as to suggest that a whisper of air might lift it enough to show her panties.

As Anne walked, the skirt swished softly and rose each time she stepped forward. Paul's eyes were glued to the hemline and each step brought another thrill of white garter. He stared openly as Anne came into the room and chose an upright chair directly across from he and Beth who were seated low on the sofa. She demurely crossed her legs, exposing a bit more stocking and a bit more garter to their greedy eyes. Later, as they talked, Anne would relax her position and slightly open her legs to show Beth and Paul that she wore the teeniest white lace panties that matched her stockings and garter ever so perfectly.

Her blouse was crisp and white silk that molded itself perfectly to her pert breasts. She obviously wore no brassiere as her areola showed slightly through the filmy fabric. Three buttons were open at the neck, leaving the fabric gaping all the way to a point just below her breasts. Her ever-present tan contrasted beautifully with the white of her blouse.

Terry had also dressed for the party. He wore a casual but elegant linen shirt, also in white. This was tucked into a very tight pair of black leather pants. In the dim light the other guests could not be sure but the bulge at the crotch seemed very generous. As he moved into the room behind his wife he came into better light and answered any question there might have been. Beth, in particular, was appreciative of the outfit Terry had chosen. His athletic buttocks were snug against the leather and as he walked past Beth to the other sofa, Paul heard her breathe in quickly as if in anticipation.

Terry sat down a few feet to from Beth. He leaned back stretched out his legs in comfort. The position had the added benefit of demonstrating the tightness of the leather. Both Beth and Paul could see the thick rope of his cock pressed hard against the crotch of his pants. He had become semi-hard, it seemed, and his cockhead was pressed against the leather enough to show its unique shape and thickness. As the two watched Anne made note of the situation. "How do we look?"

The blabbering that followed from Beth, Paul and even Martin was answer enough to show that all were impressed.

"We thought you might like our new outfits. We bought them especially for tonight!" declared Terry.

"Oh, we do love them," supported Beth. "What do you think, Paul?"

"You guys look incredible. Wow!"

The small talk flowed easily over the next half hour or so as the five friends chatted and drank, drank and chatted. Although Terry and Anne were unsure about the presence of Paul, the talk still tended to the suggestive. Eventually, someone made a comment about the special birthday party that Beth had been the focus of not so long ago.

"I hear that she really enjoyed herself," said Paul.

"You did?" quizzed Martin.

"I heard a few things. Beth has some difficulty holding back sometimes."

"I don't think so," exclaimed Anne. "She certainly held little back that night!"

Soon all five of them were talking about the birthday party and how successful it had been. With the talk becoming openly sexual it soon came time to move things along. Beth took complete charge as she stood up and announced, "I have a very special surprise for you all tonight! Everybody grab a seat on the sofa… Paul, set up your video equipment, please."

Rather than debate, all the guests took their place and Paul quickly set up the video camera on its tripod and turned on the extra lights. Beth, in turn, grabbed the remote control to change the music and to turn it up loud. The music had a heavy and rhythmic beat that set everyone's blood to hot.

After a couple of verses of the first cut there was a rustle of sound from the other room and to everyone's surprise, except Beth of course, out came a beautiful and very sexy young woman. It was Lianna, dressed in a long, flowing silk robe loosely tied at the waist but showing little more than a few inches of her skin at the neck. On her feet she work a modest pair of high heeled shoes that highlighted the outfit very nicely.

Her walk towards the centre of the room was confident. She stopped in front of the sofa and started to gently undulate her hips. As she moved to the music, Lianna's eyes were partly closed but she was carefully watching her audience to gauge their reaction to her movements. All the faces were locked on her as she danced for them. There was silence in the room as each person began to realized what was going on, and who was doing it. This was a very young woman with a supple and enticing body, as best they could tell with that robe on.

Lianna's body began to move more in response to a quickening beat. She was obviously a great dancer who had great control of her body. As her hips swayed and her body turned away from the group, she untied the belt on the robe and as she turned back the lightweight fabric opened to reveal the sexy outfit she wore beneath it.

First were crisp, white self-supporting stockings that ran the length of her graceful dancer's legs. The lace patterns at the top were completely visible and ended inches below the very tight, very short skirt. It was leather and a bright red in colour, a shade that contrasted amazingly with the stockings. The skirt was so short that already there was a hint of the sexy white panties that she had on. From behind the view was spectacular as Lianna's ass peaked out each timed she whirled. The view was amply aided by a slit along one hip of the skirt. Each turn promised another glimpse of the tight young thighs of the dancer.

Complementing the leather skirt was a form-fitting blouse in a matching shade of pink. The fabric was straining against her ample bosom, crying for release. The cloth was thin and the guests could see the outlines of a dark brassiere beneath the fabric.

Lianna continued to dance and sway to the music, all the while watching her audience as closely as they were watching her. She could see their eyes were glued to her body; she felt vibrant and desirable from the attention. Lianna felt surprised that she found herself performing as much for Beth and Anne as she was for the three men.

As she danced she would move back and forth in front of the four on the couch, displaying a bit more each time she passed. From time to time she would move in close to where Paul was running the video camera. Each time she would give the lens an eyeful. As Paul followed her every move with the camera, Lianna leaned towards the glass eye and squeezed her breasts tightly together to form a valley of cleavage that filled the viewfinder. Another time, she bent over completely and touched the floor between her partly spread legs as she faced away from the camera. The group on the couch got wonderful a frontal view; the camcorder got a perfect leg and ass shot.

Lianna could not help but notice the effect her dancing was having on the men in the group. Paul already had a sizeable bulge in his dress slacks. Martin and Terry each sported a similar bulge in their pants. Martin, in particular, was sitting with his legs spread comfortably apart. No doubt this was because of his experiences on the deck a few days before. Terry seemed a bit less forward and had crossed his legs, hiding some of the impact Lianna was having.

While the women were not so obvious, they, too, were affected. Anne in particular, sat with her legs held tightly together. Beth was half-standing beside the sofa and had one hip on the arm, next to where Terry was sitting. She could also see the bulge in his pants and would occasionally stare down at his crotch, remembering his wonderful cockhead and how it had nearly split her open that birthday so long ago. She looked over to Paul often as well to see how he was making out with the show. Their eyes met and they smiled knowingly at each other. Beth casually motioned with her eyes that she was enjoying the swelling at Paul's crotch. He just got harder.

The dance continued and Lianna soon began to undo the buttons on her blouse. She moved back and forth in front of the sofa, giving each person a better and better view of her chest. Soon, all the buttons were undone and she gracefully slipped the silky fabric off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor behind her. Before the blouse had landed, Anne had already gasped aloud. Martin let out a soft "wow" at much the same time.

Beth and Terry were silent, but their eyes were locked on the young woman's gorgeous breasts. She had on a skimpy lace bra that held her ample breasts tightly together, pushing them up and causing them to strain against the dark purple fabric. As all the eyes are on her, Lianna begins to take off the skirt. She seductively reaches around to the back and unzips the leather. Her hips press tightly against the skirt as they are exposed to the crowd. She sensuously grasps the material and very slowly peels it off her hips, down along her thighs to eventually make it to the floor. She guides the skirt all the way down, once again bending over at the waist, legs perfectly straight, giving every person the most generous view of her incredible buttocks.

Lianna's body is flawless in the way only a eighteen year-old's could possibly be. She is now dressed in only the thin bra and a matching g-string. From the back, very little of the underwear is visible as it disappears quickly between the cheeks of her perfect ass. From the front there is an equally erotic picture as the lacy fabric softly encases the soft mound of her pussy. Clearly visible through the sheer lace is the soft hair on her mound. The curves of the g-string hug the womanly figure; a few stray pubic hairs peek out along the edges of the cloth covering her pussy. Lianna slides the underwear slowly off her body. Still wearing the pushup bra, she walks over to Martin and tucks her panties into his shirt pocket. She doesn't say a word.

Now the dancer is nude except for her bra. This, she makes quick work of by going over to Terry and thrusting her ample chest towards him. He understands immediately that he is to open the bra with the front snap. Unsure about how far he should go, Terry only pops open the snap. As he does this, Lianna takes her breasts into her hands and holds the bra in place. Holding on tightly, she goes over to Anne, leans forward to bring her boobs to within inches of the older woman's face. Cupping her breasts tightly, she slowly moves her hands away and lets the filmy silk of the bra slide off her chest and onto Anne's lap. Unsure of herself, Lianna hesitates before moving away. Had Anne realized that the girl was considering smothering the her with her boobs, she would have grabbed at Lianna's chest and brought them to her mouth. It was not to be. Yet!

All the while, Paul was capturing every angle and every little movement with his video camera. He would often swing over to film the faces of the other adults in the room; once he panned towards Martin's lap and zoomed in tight to the big erection pressing against the fabric there. He also got good shots of Anne and Beth as they loosened up and showed extra leg or breast. He got one great closeup of Anne's tight, tanned legs, all the way up to her panties.

While Lianna continued to dance, things were getting a bit more interesting on the sofa. By now no one was trying to hide anything. Terry had slipped a hand onto Beth's lap as she sat beside him. He was pressing the heel of his hand against her pubic bone and she was gently pushing back against his pressure. Anne, at the other end, had already unzipped Martin's pants and was fighting with his underwear in a battle to release his cock from its confines.

Each little bit of this was going on video as Paul concentrated on his assigned task. As he struggled to maintain his composure, Lianna danced over to his position. She extended a hand towards him and beckoned with her index finger. Paul came out from behind the tripod and moved towards the girl. She took his hand and dragged him into the centre of the room. He stood there dumbly wondering what was going to happen next.

Lianna gently pushed him backwards with one finger on his chest until he sat down on a straight back chair that she had earlier pulled into the area. Sitting there, Paul had no idea what was going to happen. But Lianna knew. So did Beth who had arranged the whole of this little event, right down to the lap dance that Paul was about to get from the young woman.

As he sat there, Lianna began by straddling his legs and undulating back and forth inches from Paul's body. She grazed his crotch with her own time and again, each time with a bit more pressure. She could feel his hard cock pressing hard against the cloth. Her breasts gently rocked with her movements as she continued to dance. She pressed herself firmly against Paul's face finally, giving him the most incredible gift of her ample boobs. As she continued to work on making Paul's evening the most exciting ever, the others were no less active. Anne had succeeded in taking Martin's big cock out and was stroking his shaft as she continued to watch Lianna's dancing. Martin was enjoying the moment and simply laid back with an arm resting comfortably on either side of him. He was loving the show as much as the hand that was holding his cock.




The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 9c



Moving Pictures, Part 3 of 3

Finally, our story comes to a close as the party guests, including 18-year old, on-her-way-to-becoming a sex-goddess, Lianna. Uninhibited and free with her body, Lianna has been entertaining Paul, Martin, Anne and Beth with a sensual, erotic dance. The party soon became a wild orgy of pleasure for the guests. After much fun and pleasure, there is a brief pause during which Beth invites the girls into the bedroom for a special treat and to prepare for the men's entrance. Enjoy, and let me know how you liked it.

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Hesitating, Lianna quietly mutters, "can I go?"

"Oh, baby. Can you ever!" says Beth.

"Can I go, too?" asks Anne.

"Three is never a crowd," is the reply.

"How about us?" asks Paul. He is still holding Martin's cock.

Beth explains the rules, "You can all join us, but you have to wait fifteen minutes or else there will be none for any of you!"

At that, the three women trotted off to the back of the apartment. Their three naked bodies glistening from perspiration, their three great butts waving goodbye to the men.

For the next fifteen minutes there is no sound in the living room. The music continues to play but all three men are silent, not wanting to say a word about what is going on. For Martin and Paul the silence has a lot to do with their mutual concern for what the other is thinking. For Terry, it's just a moment to rest and to prepare for what is to come. Despite their silence, both Martin and Paul are recalling how exciting it had been to handfuck the other man. And how incredible it had been to make him come!

As the clock ticked off the fifteenth minute, all three men jumped up simultaneously. Led by Martin, they marched off to the bedroom. They were not prepared for what they saw when they came into the room.

Beth and Anne were each laying over one arm of the big armchair, their soft asses pointing towards the doorway. Lianna is facing away from the door and is dressed in a tight black bustier. As she turns to greet the men they can see her amazing breasts pushing against the silky fabric. Her perfect breasts are highlighted as they push up and out of the bustier. Her nipples peek over the edge of the cloth. They are hard and demanding; her areola peek out as well, equally inviting. She is still wearing the sexy white stockings and her heels but she is otherwise naked. In her hand she is holding the whip that Beth had brought out at first. As the men enter she brings the whip she is holding down onto the two older women's buttocks. The smack shocks the men. They had no idea that this would be the situation. Lianna brings down the leather once more. Each stroke of the whip is firm yet not so hard as to hurt Anne or Beth. Of course, Beth will have none of this and calls out, "is that all? Whip my ass!"

Lianna brings the leather down again, this time harder. Beth screams in pleasure. Anne is next to receive the whip and she, too, squeals in delight. The three men stand there dumbfounded. But their cocks are already responding to the incredibly erotic scene, hardening yet again.

Temporarily finished punishing the women, Lianna turns to face the men. As she does, they are surprised again as she is wearing Beth's purple dildo in its harness. Bobbing obscenely each time she moves, the rubber shaft projects invitingly from her young crotch. Lianna stands there, facing the three shocked and naked men. She looks at them with a very determined look and says, "you are to do as I say, boys!"

There is no response. "What did I just say?" she says more firmly this time.

Terry replies, "we are to do what you say."

"Good. You," she points to Martin, "fuck Anne. She needs it bad!"

"And you," she says, pointing to Terry, "Beth needs it up the ass right now!"

Before those two could even move, she commands Paul, "and you, go get the camera. I'll be wanting pictures of this."

Paul quickly left the bedroom and raced to retrieve the digital camera. Martin and Terry each moved into place behind their respective women. Lianna pushed Martin forward, telling Anne to get ready for a fucking.

With Martin in place, Lianna took Terry by his root, squeezing it a few times. Holding him firmly, she reached over to the dresser, picked up the lube and squeezed a large glob into her hand. She then massaged it lovingly all over Terry's cock, paying special attention to the huge purple knob. When it was liberally coated, she placed her hand on Beth's ass and slicked her asshole with the remaining lubricant. Beth playfully pushed out her big ass tempting Terry with a "come on in, big boy!"

Responding exactly as Beth had hoped, Lianna picked up the whip and dragged it across Beth buttocks, threatening to smack her again. Beth replied with, "do it, Lianna. Make me want it even more."

She got her wish.

Terry then moved in close and pointed his cockhead at Beth's well-lubricated ass. Gentle pressure yielded a smooth entry. All at once, he was buried to the hilt in Beth's welcoming ass. He began to fuck Beth, slowly at first but then with increasingly hard thrusting. Soon, he was pounding into her just the way she liked it. His huge knob was touching every inch of her, pleasuring her to orgasm once more.

Martin was going at Anne from behind with equal fervour. His ass was thrusting back and forth as he held onto Anne's hips for dear life. She was bucking wildly, enjoying every little bit of his terrific cock. As he continued to fuck her, Lianne began to coat her protruding rubber cock with more of the lubricant from the tube. She slapped globs of it all over the shaft and head; Paul took pictures of this —closeups, of course.

The next moment took both Paul and Martin by surprise. Lianna moved in behind him with her lubricated dildo sticking out a mile. She proceeded to push up against his ass. Lianna was holding on to her cock, guiding it towards Martin's puckered anus. When he realized what was about to happen, Martin stopped fucking Anne, protesting, "what are you doing? What's going on?"

Beth, who was enjoying her own anal adventure replied with a firm, "she's going to fuck you ass, honey, just like you did for the camera last week."

That was enough to shut Martin up and encouraged him to open his legs wide and inviting Lianna to move closer. It was a long time coming, but eventually, Lianna had buried about half of her dildo into Martin. She paused. He slowly began to move into Anne again. The motion was gentle at first as each time he pulled out, Lianna went deeper into his ass. Soon all three of them were fucking away with abandon. The Anne-Martin-Lianna daisy chain offered an unprecedented photo opportunity for Paul who took every advantage. Even Beth and Terry had stopped fucking to watch the action not a foot away from them.

Eventually, Lianna pulled out of Martin's ass. She moved over to Paul, scaring him somewhat because he was certainly not ready for that kind of action. He was relieved to see her removing the dildo and harness. She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the big king-sized bed. There, she began by pushing him onto his back. The camera was gone; all that remained was his rigid cock and the intense need for some relief.

With Paul on his back with his cock standing tall, Lianna again took charge of the situation. She climbed in between his legs and began by kissing his hairy balls and licking the thick shaft of his cock. Lianna then slid her body along his, dragging her incredible tits along his body until they were pressed up against his cock. Looking him right in the eye, she asked Paul, "how would you like to tit-fuck my boobs? I've never done that and it seems so erotic."

"Oh, baby. Please let me fuck your tits. They are so beautiful, so delicious."

Lianna slid further along his body, bringing her big boobs towards Paul's mouth. Once there, he kissed and licked them insanely. His saliva coated them completely, making her as wet as possible for the upcoming fucking.

With her firm young breasts wet from his licking, Lianna slid back down to Paul's cock. She lay down on his crotch, pressing his great erection into the tunnel formed by her boobs. She pressed her tits together, grasping his thick shaft tightly. Then she slid it easily between her tits, holding him encased in her fleshy boob tunnel. Paul was thrusting hard against her. His hands covered the girl's and held her tits tightly together making the perfect receptacle for his cock. Only minutes later, Paul was coming once more. His orgasm was perfect as his sperm landed all over Lianna's ample bosom, though she caught much of it on her tongue. He continued to thrust towards her mouth, each time she would quickly suck on his cockhead. Exhausted by another great orgasm, Paul fell back to rest. Lianna stayed where she was, draped across his crotch, watching his cock wither, sloppy from its ejaculation.

The other two couples were equally finished, for the time being. The four of them made their way over to the big bed and flopped haphazardly on its comfortable surface. Six tired bodies lay there, recuperating for a moment, just waiting for someone to fire up another erection or strap on a dildo.

About an hour passed before anyone made a move. Paul lay there with Lianne still across his hips. Her wonderful tits were pressed against his cock. Seeing it like that, so close to those perfect breasts, made it stir again. Anne and Beth had fallen into each other's arms and were cuddling. Beth had one thigh pressed against her friend's mound. Anne's perky and completely tanned breasts were a fabulous contrast to Beth's huge, white tits. They touched slightly, nipples now soft and pliable. Martin and Terry had fallen onto the bed among a tangle of legs and bodies; they too rested.

At much the same time as Paul's cock was beginning to wake up, so too were the interests of the others on the bed around him. Lianna had fallen asleep but the two older women were already awake and looking around for more action. As Beth glanced about, obviously looking for another cock to fill her cunt, Anne ducked her head to Beth's big tits and began to suck on one of her thick nipples. Beth reciprocated by slipping a hand down between their bodies and cupping Anne's pussy with her palm.

As her hand reached its destination, Beth found that Anne had shaved her pussy completely smooth. "Nice, soft cunt, honey," whispered Beth.

"I'm glad you like it. I have been shaving it all summer, just to get that even tan I know you love."

Beth looked down at the pussy in her hand and sure enough, it was evenly tanned. A gentle golden colour that matched the rest of the body to whom it belonged. The smooth flesh of Anne's cunt was a most inviting place and soon Beth had crawled down to it and was softly licking and kissing it. Anne was not to be outdone and she soon had moved into a sixty-nine position with Beth. Anne rolled on top of Beth, her hips straddling the soft white tits below. She pressed her sex onto the mouth awaiting it and ground her hips to completely coat Beth's face with her juices, and those that Martin had left insider her an hour before. Beth revelled in the taste, and in the fun. She dug her tongue along Anne's slit over and over again, paying special attention to the long, thick clitoris at one end.

Anne was just as busy with Beth's thick, welcoming pussy. She nibbled on the wide lips, occasionally taking one between her teeth and pulling it as far as it would go. Each time this happened, Beth would grasp Anne's clitoris in her teeth ever so gently and nibble on it, too. This went on, back and forth, for a long time.

The men were all awake now and each was sporting another erection. Their cocks seemed well recuperated after the rest; they were again thick with their blood. A close inspection would have showed them bobbing in anticipation as they each watched the two incredible women eating each other's pussies mere inches away.

Lianne had woken up as Anne had crawled on top of Beth. She had slipped off Paul's crotch and was now leaning back against him. She stared at the action in front of her eyes, never having seen two women go at it like this.

"I never really thought that two women could enjoy that kind of sixty-nine," she whispered to Paul.

"They do love it, don't they? Would you like to try it?"

Lianna did not answer, but Anne had heard her. She looked over to the girl and said, "lay back, sweetie."

Lianna did that, taking up a position parallel to Paul on the bed. Anne slid off Beth's face and brought her own to Lianna's crotch. "You are going to love this, hon."

After a few minutes of eating the perfect peach between Lianna's legs, Anne asked her, "are you ready for my pussy?"

"I guess. Okay." Lianna was very hesitant, not because she did not want to try it, rather because she was worried about her first time being less than satisfying for the older woman.

"Don't worry, Lianna. You will do great," encouraged Beth. She was now watching closely with her face only a few inches from Lianna's. "It feels incredible because only a woman really knows how…."

The men were now unable to hold themselves back. Terry was the first one to move as he reached out to Beth. Surprisingly, instead of just letting him get closer, Beth said, "if we girls can do that for you, then you can do it for us!!"

At first none of the guys could move. Paul was aghast at the idea; Martin was equally unsure, although he had enjoyed the ass-fucking Lianna had given him with her dildo. Only Terry was able to respond. He reached across the foot of the bed towards Martin, took his cock in one hand and said, "can I suck your cock, Martin?" "Uh… sure. I guess." Martin wanted to appear less than enthusiastic, though he certainly had enjoyed the last blowjob Terry had given him at Beth's birthday party.

Terry climbed off the bed, knelt alongside and pulled Martin into position by his cock. As Martin lay back, his big erection pushing towards the ceiling, Terry reached both hands to encircle the shaft. He brought his mouth down onto the head, taking it completely in, but no more. One hand cupped Martin's huge balls, the other grasped the shaft and was slowly stroking it up and down. Soon, Terry was taking more of the cock into his face. His head bobbed in time to his hand. Martin moaned his pleasure often; his hips were pumping gently towards the cocksucker between his knees.

Paul, without thinking about the situation, decided that he should be getting involved, too. Without a moment's hesitation, he climbed off the bed and moved over to where Terry was squatting. Without thinking, Paul reached into Terry's crotch and took the man's cock into his hand. It was then that Paul remembered how huge the knob was on Terry's cock.

"I think I'm in too deep," he said aloud as he held the big cock.

"Go for it, Paul," encouraged Beth. She had been watching all along and was completely turned on from the scene that was unfolding. Her husband was getting a blowjob from her worker's husband, and her best friend was about to blow the husband. Wow!

Anne chimed in with, "suck his cock, Paul. He'll love it. Trust me, it's not so difficult."

When Lianna hesitatingly whispered, "I would love to see that, too," Paul knew there was no turning back. He lay down near Terry's crotch; Terry had adjusted his position to give Paul full access. The first touch of a man's cock on his lips was an amazing, sensual feeling. Despite the many blowjobs that Paul had received in his life, he had never imagined how erotic it would be to be giving one.

By now the three women had taken up comfortable positions watching the men put on their show. But soon they, too, took up positions for a lesbian daisy-chain. Beth had her head near the foot of the bed and could watch Terry sucking Martin from close up. "God! That's sexy!"

Lianna was next with her face in Beth's cunt. She was already adept at eating pussy and was making the most of the opportunity. Anne was last in the chain and was eating Lianna's tender cunt. She was positioned over Lianna in a sixty-nine position, but facing the wrong way. Her own pussy was wide open for all three men to gaze at. It was juicy, wide open and perfectly smooth. Almost as smooth as Lianna's young cunt, with its sparse juvenile pubic hair.

Paul was doing his best with Terry's manhood. He had succeeded in taking the whole of the purple knob into his mouth but was unable to take much more. Using the ample saliva coating the big shaft, he was using his hand to simultaneously masturbate and suck Terry off. The texture of the penis, the feeling of the rigid shaft in his hand, hell, the whole scene was doing incredible things to his cock. It had never been so rock hard. After a long time working on Terry, Paul finally began to get some real feedback. Terry had to stop blowing Martin to ask Paul, "can I come in your mouth?"

Paul replied with a muffled affirmative grunt. That was enough for Terry who promptly fired off a load of come into Paul's surprised mouth. Still, he captured almost all of the semen, only swallowing a few drops. An idea had come to him at the same time and he was ready to follow through.

With Terry finished ejaculating in his mouth, Paul let go of the thick cock and made his way back onto the bed. There, he hovered over Beth's face. As she watched, Paul let a few drops of come fall out of his mouth towards hers. Beth opened her mouth wide and caught the first of the drops. With her eyes she asked Paul to continue. He did and a long, thick stream of Terry's ejaculation dripped a foot or more from Paul's mouth into the waiting throat below him.

Not to be outdone, Beth pulled away and moved over to Anne. She repeated the same act with her friend, dripping a mouthful of come into her mouth. As she finished, Beth asked Lianna, "can we do it with you, too?"

Though rather shocked at what was happening, Lianna was not about to say no. This was far too exciting for her and she did not want it to end. Ever.

Anne took her mouthful of her husband's sperm, leaned over Lianna's soft, delicate and impressive tits and she let his spunk drizzle all over the girl's chest. Before she was even finished, Beth had already dived in and was eating the come off Lianna's tits. Anne joined her and in moments, all traces were gone.

The effect of the whole scene had been to make Martin shoot off in Terry's face as he watched the event before him. Come was spattered all over the man's mouth, chin and chest. Unasked, Beth moved to Terry and licked every drop of her husband's sperm off.

"I have now had one of my greatest fantasies realized," glowed Anne as she looked to every person in the room.

"What was that?" asked Lianna.

"I have always wanted to see a man come in my husband's face. Thank you, honey," she said to Terry.

"How about you, Lianna?" asked Beth.

Hesitating, though no one knew why, the eighteen year-old replied, "I have been pretty curious about eating out another woman."

"How was it?"

"Wow! Can I do it again sometime?

"How about you, Beth?" asked Paul. He knew what her fantasy was and this seemed the perfect chance to bring it up.

"I think I have tried almost everything when it comes to sex," she replied, "but there's one thing that somehow I have never had the nerve to try."

"What it is," asked Terry, anxious to join in if needed.

"DP!" was the curt answer.

"What's DP?" asked Anne and Lianna simultaneously.

"Double penetration." Paul jumped in with the answer. He had been awaiting this moment for a very long time as Beth had confided to him many months before that a double-penetration was the one thing she longed to try, but had never found the right moment, or partners.

Without any organisation at all, it was decided that Martin and Terry were the two to fulfill Beth's fantasy. Paul, of course, would take the pictures. The other two would watch, of course.