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I Remember Bethany Ch. 01

By: rondori



I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor.

The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you might describe her as 'perky' and hardworking and you've seen a thousand like her every four years when the media descend on Iowa for the Primaries. Her limbs were long and her waist was slim; small, high breasts, ample hips and a nice round butt completed the picture. Straight, black hair hung to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She showed her Welsh ancestry in her porcelain skin which freckled in the sun and her cornflower blue eyes. I used to think she looked like Jackie Kennedy (yeah, I'm that old) or maybe Audrey Hepburn but now I think she looked like Juliette Binoche (who was probably about 11 then). 

Like any good waitress, she moved quickly and lightly on the balls of her feet and she also had a tendency to bounce in place up and down in place when she was excited. I often saw her move through a crowded bar carrying four plates of food or two trays of drinks without a mishap or even spilling a drop. There was an air of competence about her and she was often smiling and laughing even when everything was chaotic. When Beth laughed, her cheeks pushed up into her eyes and gave her an almost oriental look. And yet there was something about her in the quiet moments that suggested a great depth and high passion.

My day job was as a medical specialist at Fitzsimons Army Hospital. I had come back from my second tour in' Nam' as a Platoon Sergeant with the 101st Airborne and I had switched my MOS because I was tired of leading my men into firefights, death and maiming for no discernable purpose. Now I was helping to save what was left of their lives in rehab. I still had to coax and yell at them, but I felt much better about it. Besides that, I could go home every night and forget about my work. 

I was about 6'-5" and when I was in the airborne, I made it a point of pride to be fitter and faster than anyone in the unit. I was balding and my mustache was starting to show some gray but I still ran every day and did pushups, chin-ups, squat thrusts and worked out at the Dojo.

Being home had its own set of problems, though, and my family was not used to having me home all the time. My wife and daughters had evolved their own system and she resented my attempts to alternately discipline or spoil the teen aged girls. The loss of jump and combat pay was also a problem so I took a second job as a piano man that also got me out of the house. The drinks were free, the tips were good and I enjoyed watching people. Besides that, I could play anything from R&B and boogie-woogie to classical and had a natural ear for picking up a tune.

I was a long way from East Saint Louis and the life of trouble that I was headed for as a teenager when I joined the Army. Back then, there weren't a lot of careers for young black men and the judge told me that if I enlisted, the charges (and a couple of angry fathers of my girlfriends) could be avoided.

The Peacetime Army of the Fifties was good and I got to see a lot of Europe and Asia. I got off base as much as could and with my natural ear I easily learned languages and my way with the ivories, I could make myself popular almost anywhere. There were a lot of women who wanted La experience noir, and Die schwartzer orgasamus, and I sure experienced a lot of them, especially the Frenchwomen. Even with all of that, I ended up marrying one of my old girlfriends from East St Louis and settling down (partially).

Of course, Beth's butt caught my eye and her natural friendliness helped to break the ice. I found out that she was a German/French Major fresh out of College and she was teaching High School during the week. One night, I surprised her by playing "Mon Dieu" by Edith Piaf and "Lillie Marlene". When she found that I was fluent in both French and German, she started practicing her languages with me and I told her bawdy jokes in Low German and risqué stories in Parisian French. 

It turned out that she was working as a waitress to pay for a trip to Hawaii to meet her fiancé on R&R just as she had worked all through college to pay for her education (you could do that back then). 

After we became good friends, she began to talk about her relationship with her fiancé. I guess she thought of me as a father figure and a good friend who she could open up to and not have me put the make on her and I tried to be that person.

Beth was engaged to a lieutenant who had gone over to Nam that summer. He was a year older than her and even though this was the swinging sixties, she had been a virgin until they got engaged. Once they started and she was on the pill, they screwed like rabbits in order to capture as much of each other as possible in the face of his looming deployment. She confessed that she didn't enjoy the sex as much as she thought she should and that he complained that she was repressed and inhibited. Beth also experienced few orgasms in their often hurried lovemaking and it left her vaguely wanting more.

Her fiancé had written that in his visits to the Saigon Cultural Exchange, he had found the Vietnamese women to have a much more open outlook about their sexuality and that he admired their attitude. Now I had been to the "Saigon Cultural Exchange" and it was a cluster of bars and bordellos, but I didn't tell her that.

The glamorous vacation in Hawaii she was planning on would obviously involve sex and she was hoping to lose some of her repression before they met and her fiancé had suggested she try some porn. Beth had purchased some magazines and even gone to a porno movie in a desire to please him but she said that they just left her cold and she wondered if something was wrong with her.

I told her there was nothing wrong with her and that stuff left me a little cold too. I gave her my copies of "Delta of Venus" and "Little Birds" by Anais' Nin. She had read Nin in college but didn't know that she wrote erotica. I said "Yes, in addition to being his lover, she also paid for the publication of "Tropic of Cancer" by Henry Miller". When she brought the books back, she blushed a little and said she liked them very much.

I mentioned that the story about the hypnotist was my favorite, because he was black and I could identify with him and I knew a redhead like the woman in the story back in Paris. Beth blushed even more but didn't say anything more.

Later, Beth asked me how she could become sexier and I told her that it's kind of like a mirror, if you think you are sexy, then you are sexy. However from my experience if a woman wants to feel sexier she usually starts with her underwear. If you want, you could also wear a tighter skirt and you might try unbuttoning a button or two. She said that she would think about that, at least the underwear. I said I would think about it too and she blushed again.

Saturday, she smiled and said that she had purchased some French intimates and they did make her feel sexier. She also asked me if I had any more erotica. I told her yes, but she would have to take very good care of it, because it was very rare. 

On Sunday, Beth showed up in a tight black skirt that hit her at mid thigh and when she bent over, it really accentuated her great ass and legs. When she brought me my drink, I noticed the top two buttons of her white blouse were open and when she leaned forward, I could see a lacy French cut bra and the curve of her breast and her nipple from the side. I looked up and smiled and said "Now that's what I'm talking about!" To my delight, her cheeks flushed and she smiled again and told me that she did feel much sexier and her tips were even better now.

After work, I gave her the book which was written in French but intended for the barely literate people of French colonial Africa. I believe it had been designed as a Recruiting tool and an anti-German, Pro-colonial cooperation in defense of the motherland piece of propaganda. It dated from the First World War and I had picked it up in a quiet little book store in Clichy, it had somehow survived the Vichy government, the Nazi occupation and the postwar De Gaul censorship. The book was a set of photographs done with a high quality silver gel sepia process which showed great skin tones and high contrast. 

The book opens with an obviously drunk German officer attempting to rape a pretty young Frenchwoman. Suddenly, a very large, very black, French Senegalese soldier with mud still on his puttees and trench coat bursts into the room. He seizes the officer and knocks him out with one punch. Together, the girl and the soldier defenestrate the German out and into the street several floors below her window. The girl then turns to the soldier with her clothes still torn and in disarray, declares him "My Hero" and kisses him. The colonial soldier is at first startled but then returns her embrace and then lifts her easily on to her bed. She quickly divests him of his clothes and expresses happy astonishment at the size of his manhood.

What follows is a series of sexual postures both on and off the bed. I found it unusual in that they both displayed great pleasure in the sex, including smiles, sweat and flushed skin across the face and chest. The final picture in the series shows them in post-coital bliss, him on his back with a large grin, one hand thrust between her legs and the other resting on her head which lies on his abdomen. Her face has an equal smile with her glazed cheeks and lips nestled against his tumescence, still gleaming from the fruits of their lovemaking. The final two pictures are what make the book unique for the first shows the fiercely proud soldier in full dress uniform bedecked with medals and his beaming and very pregnant bride standing outside the parish church. The books' final illustration is of the soldier complete with paterfamilias mustache, pipe, evening paper and easy chair while his still smiling wife is setting the dinner table with several mixed race children playing at their feet. 

I gave the book to Beth and she handled it gingerly and with mixed emotions, promising to take good care of it. She brought it back the following Friday and told me that she had been both aroused and fascinated with the book, but it had obsessed her imagination and even bothered her dreams. Much later, she told me that the image she couldn't get out of her head was of the blissful Frenchwoman with her lustrous and dripping lips wrapped around the soldiers gleaming ebony shaft buried deep inside her mouth.

After she gave the book back, Beth asked with hesitation if I didn't think the soldier was unusually large and I responded that I didn't think so. She stammered with her cheeks reddened and said that she meant his "thing". I again responded that I still didn't think he was all that large. Her eyes widened and I saw them drop to my lap. She quickly looked up with her cheeks crimson and her nipples stiffened and then started to apologize. But I cut her short and told her "Thank you, it's not often that an old married man gets a compliment like that". She bashfully smiled again and quickly went back to work. 

For the next few weeks, Bethany was bubbling with excitement as she planned her romantic trip with her new bikini and see-through baby-doll nightgown. Once, while she was a little drunk, she confessed to masturbating with a vibrator and she could hardly wait to try out some of her new sexual ideas on her betrothed.

Then one day, she was really down in the dumps and when I asked her why, she told me that her fiancé's leave had been cancelled and he was being sent up-country and that he would be out of touch for a couple of weeks. I thought that sounded a little bogus but I told her not to worry, his R&R would soon be rescheduled and they would soon meet up in Hawaii. She cheered up and was soon back to her normal self but still slightly subdued.

The next Friday I found her in tears and she showed me a letter from her brother who was in the Signal Corps. He wrote that he had seen her fiancé's name on the manifest of a Saigon to Sidney flight and went down to the Bangkok terminal to greet him. Instead what he saw was her very drunk beloved with an Australian nurse hanging off him bound for two weeks of R&R or I&I (intoxication and intercourse) as her brother put it.

I told her how sorry I was and that it might be a case of mistaken identity. She replied that her brother would not have written unless he was absolutely sure. She began to weep bitterly against my shoulder and I fought the urge to mouth platitudes about "tomorrow is another day." and "There's more than one fish in the sea." Instead, I just held her and stroked the back of her head until she stopped crying. I gave her my handkerchief and she thanked me for just being there. She said "You're a good friend, George" and kissed my palm before returning to work. However, I could tell that she was just going through the motions. 

Later, after closing time, as I was headed out to my car, I spotted Beth sitting in her old gou-shi (beat-to-shit) mustang with her head on the steering wheel and tears streaming down her face. I knocked on her window to ask if she was ok and she rolled it down, sobbing "My brother left me this piece of junk two years ago and tonight it won't start. I spent all my money on a plane flight I can't use. The busses have stopped running, my fiancé is a louse and I'm freezing."

I told her to get out of the car and to lock it up and that I would drive her home and look at her car in the morning. She responded that I didn't need to do that and that she could just sleep in the car. I said "No, It's only going to get colder and this is not a good neighborhood for a woman by herself. I'm telling you that you need to get in my car and let me take you home. Here, take my coat." She finally agreed and locked up the mustang.

Back then, I was driving an older model Mercedes s300 that I picked up in Germany, used, on my last tour and that I kept up myself. The car had bench seats and a huge interior and very useful when the kids were small for long trips and you had to keep them at least three feet apart. When Beth climbed in and I had the heater running, she noticed the broad plush seats and the fine woodwork and remarked on how nice the car was. I replied that it was ok; it was like me, built for comfort, not speed. She laughed and replied "You're in great shape."

"You mean, for my age."

"No, for any age." And then her cheeks reddened even further as she realized that it sounded like a come on.

I smiled and handed her my hip flask of 180 proof homemade plum brandy and she thanked me and took a swig, coughed and exclaimed "Whoa, that's strong stuff, but it sure warms you up." Beth then gave me directions to the walkup over a liquor store she rented. We were sitting in the parking lot in back when she asked if we could just sit and talk for a while. 

I said I understood and pulled out a joint and fired it up. As we talked, I handed it to her and she took a toke and began coughing violently. I said "Be careful, this isn't your college shit, this is grade A Nam Boo mixed with black tar opium." She replied that it was ok; she could stand to get really stoned, so I offered to shotgun her.

As I took a mouthful of smoke and blew it into her open mouth, she inhaled and held it. When she exhaled, Beth remarked that it felt as if the back of her head was floating away. I told her that was just her neck muscles relaxing. About the third or fourth time I leaned in to blow some smoke into her mouth, Beth just looked me in the eyes, closed hers and kissed me. Our mouths joined and our tounges pushed into a wet embrace. When we broke, she apologized and told me that she shouldn't have done that. I responded that I had been wanting to do that for some time and pulled her into anouther deep long kiss.

When we broke our kiss the second time, she was running her fingers inside my open shirt collar on my pectoral; she marveled that it was so broad and firm. I followed suit and slipped my hand into her blouse to cup her small upturned breast. "And this is so soft and beautiful."

"Thank you, George, for letting me feel pleasure again."

"If you want pleasure, try this." And I reached inside the glove box to pull out my special mix of Xing qu shi and K-Y jelly, opened her blouse and began rubbing it on her chest, pushing her bra over the top of her breasts. As the mix of warmth and cooling took effect, she sighed, closed her eyes and her nipples turned into pebbles as she kissed me again. Beth then unbuttoned my shirt and started rubbing the mix on my chest and abs, again marveling at how fit I was.

I thanked her and as we were making out again, I was running my hand back and forth on her thigh and ass. When I slipped my hand between her thighs, they parted and I could feel the dampness in her panty hose.

Beth groaned and her hand dropped down onto my lap and she started to massage my Johnson. When she felt its size, she exclaimed "Oh Lordy, now that's a hunk of meat." I found a small hole in her pantyhose and I worked my finger into her wet folds as my tongue found her nipple. She arched her head backwards and pulled me on top of her. "Please George, I need this." 

I pushed her skirt up and started to pull her pantyhose down and she lifted her butt to accommodate while tugging at my belt and zipper. I kicked of my trousers and boxers but left my shoes on (old habit from my teen years-in case I needed to run). As I climbed up between her knees, my open shirt held my thighs and abdomen in shadow. As she stared at what was looming at her out of the darkness, I drank in the sight of her wide open, well-muscled, thighs, smooth stomach and magnificent bush. It was thick and full and had a wispy trace that extended up towards her belly button.

Now I know that the latest fashion dictates that women should shave their nether regions smooth, but as a father who has diapered his infant daughters, I find it to be a complete turnoff. Perhaps after Brittany Spears latest display, more people will agree.

As I found and stroked Beth's slick button, I noticed that she was still mesmerized by what was bobbing below my belly. "Last chance to back out." I broke her spell and she looked up with lust lidded eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me you fool." And she pulled me toward her.

I applied the mix to our genitals and she guided me with trembling fingers to her rosebud. As I encountered her tightness and began to enter, I saw her grimace and bite her lip as I worked myself into her warmth, but Beth just pulled me tighter towards her. I paused after about seven inches to let her get accustomed to being so full and then I backed out until just the head was in and I rocked back and forth with just a few inches of penetration. When she gasped and clutched at my ass I buried the whole nine inches into her until my balls were up against her perfect cheeks. "Oh my god, it's so big." She cried out and wrapped her legs around me, rocking her ass back and forth against my thighs while her eyes opened wide and lost their focus.

As I pulled back with each thrust, I could feel the walls of her vagina tugging at my shaft and I rocked back and pushed her legs toward her chest so that I could see the joining of our flesh. As I worked in and out of her, the shining coral of her inner lips turned to violet as they followed my gleaming coal black piston. The rosy crucifixion spread across her chest as I looked up to find her gaze from between her knees locked on the workings of our lovemaking. 

"It's so beautiful." She whispered with a husky moan and pushed her head back against the armrest. Her heavy lidded eyes locked on mine and she pulled me down on her. Beth then began to pull my shirt off over my head and claw at my back. Her face flush and her eyes rolled back with fluttering lids, she began to buck wildly until with a violent spasm, she gave out an inarticulate "AAARGH!" and I felt a sudden gush of liquid flood against my testicles. The beautiful slapping and squishing of our nether regions filled the car along with a heady musk and the windows steamed as we continued to bend our backs against that cold December night. With my fingers between her cheeks, I could feel her juices running down the crack as she panted and jerked against me. I slowed and kissed her neck while she caught her breath. "Thank you, George: that was wonderful." 


I Remember Bethany Ch. 01 (Illustrated)



I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor.

The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you might describe her as 'perky' and hardworking and you've seen a thousand like her every four years when the media descend on Iowa for the Primaries. Her limbs were long and her waist was slim; small, high breasts, ample hips and a nice round butt completed the picture. Straight, black hair hung to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She showed her Welsh ancestry in her porcelain skin which freckled in the sun and her cornflower blue eyes. I used to think she looked like Jackie Kennedy (yeah, I'm that old) or maybe Audrey Hepburn but now I think she looked like Juliette Binoche (who was probably about 11 then). 



 Beth , 1970

Like any good waitress, she moved quickly and lightly on the balls of her feet and she also had a tendency to bounce in place up and down in place when she was excited. I often saw her move through a crowded bar carrying four plates of food or two trays of drinks without a mishap or even spilling a drop. There was an air of competence about her and she was often smiling and laughing even when everything was chaotic. When Beth laughed, her cheeks pushed up into her eyes and gave her an almost oriental look. And yet there was something about her in the quiet moments that suggested a great depth and high passion.

My day job was as a medical specialist at Fitzsimons Army Hospital. I had come back from my second tour in' Nam' as a Platoon Sergeant with the 101st Airborne and I had switched my MOS because I was tired of leading my men into firefights, death and maiming for no discernable purpose. Now I was helping to save what was left of their lives in rehab. I still had to coax and yell at them, but I felt much better about it. Besides that, I could go home every night and forget about my work. 

I was about 6'-5" and when I was in the airborne, I made it a point of pride to be fitter and faster than anyone in the unit. I was balding and my mustache was starting to show some gray but I still ran every day and did pushups, chin-ups, squat thrusts and worked out at the Dojo.

Being home had its own set of problems, though, and my family was not used to having me home all the time. My wife and daughters had evolved their own system and she resented my attempts to alternately discipline or spoil the teen aged girls. The loss of jump and combat pay was also a problem so I took a second job as a piano man that also got me out of the house. The drinks were free, the tips were good and I enjoyed watching people. Besides that, I could play anything from R&B and boogie-woogie to classical and had a natural ear for picking up a tune.

I was a long way from East Saint Louis and the life of trouble that I was headed for as a teenager when I joined the Army. Back then, there weren't a lot of careers for young black men and the judge told me that if I enlisted, the charges (and a couple of angry fathers of my girlfriends) could be avoided.

The Peacetime Army of the Fifties was good and I got to see a lot of Europe and Asia. I got off base as much as could and with my natural ear I easily learned languages and my way with the ivories, I could make myself popular almost anywhere. There were a lot of women who wanted La experience noir, and Die Schwartzer orgasmus, and I sure experienced a lot of them, especially the Frenchwomen. Even with all of that, I ended up marrying one of my old girlfriends from East St Louis and settling down (partially).

Of course, Beth's butt caught my eye and her natural friendliness helped to break the ice. I found out that she was a German/French Major fresh out of College and she was teaching High School during the week. One night, I surprised her by playing "Mon Dieu" by Edith Piaf and "Lillie Marlene". When she found that I was fluent in both French and German, she started practicing her languages with me and I told her bawdy jokes in Low German and risqué stories in Parisian French. 

It turned out that she was working as a waitress to pay for a trip to Hawaii to meet her fiancé on R&R just as she had worked all through college to pay for her education (you could do that back then). 

After we became good friends, she began to talk about her relationship with her fiancé. I guess she thought of me as a father figure and a good friend who she could open up to and not have I put the make on her and I tried to be that person.  

Beth was engaged to a lieutenant who had gone over to Nam that summer. He was a year older than her and even though this was the swinging sixties, she had been a virgin until they got engaged. Once they started and she was on the pill, they screwed like rabbits in order to capture as much of each other as possible in the face of his looming deployment. She confessed that she didn't enjoy the sex as much as she thought she should and that he complained that she was repressed and inhibited. Beth also experienced few orgasms in their often hurried lovemaking and it left her vaguely wanting more.

Her fiancé had written that in his visits to the Saigon Cultural Exchange, he had found the Vietnamese women to have a much more open outlook about their sexuality and that he admired their attitude. Now I had been to the "Saigon Cultural Exchange" and it was a cluster of bars and bordellos, but I didn't tell her that.

The glamorous vacation in Hawaii she was planning on would obviously involve sex and she was hoping to lose some of her repression before they met and her fiancé had suggested she try some porn. Beth had purchased some magazines and even gone to a porno movie in a desire to please him but she said that they just left her cold and she wondered if something was wrong with her.

I told her there was nothing wrong with her and that stuff left me a little cold too. I gave her my copies of "Delta of Venus" and "Little Birds" by Anais' Nin. She had read Nin in college but didn't know that she wrote erotica. I said "Yes, in addition to being his lover, she also paid for the publication of "Tropic of Cancer" by Henry Miller". When she brought the books back, she blushed a little and said she liked them very much.

I mentioned that the story about the hypnotist was my favorite, because he was black and I could identify with him and I knew a redhead like the woman in the story back in Paris. Beth blushed even more but didn't say anything more.

Later, Beth asked me how she could become sexier and I told her that it's kind of like a mirror, if you think you are sexy, and then you are sexy. However from my experience if a woman wants to feel sexier she usually starts with her underwear. If you want, you could also wear a tighter skirt and you might try unbuttoning a button or two. She said that she would think about that, at least the underwear. I said I would think about it too and she blushed again.

Saturday, she smiled and said that she had purchased some French intimates and they did make her feel sexier. She also asked me if I had any more erotica. I told her yes, but she would have to take very good care of it, because it was very rare. 

On Sunday, Beth showed up in a tight black skirt that hit her at mid thigh and when she bent over, it really accentuated her great ass and legs. When she brought me my drink, I noticed the top two buttons of her white blouse were open and when she leaned forward, I could see a lacy French cut bra and the curve of her breast and her nipple from the side. I looked up and smiled and said "Now that's what I'm talking about!" To my delight, her cheeks flushed and she smiled again and told me that she did feel much sexier and her tips were even better now.

After work, I gave her the book which was written in French but intended for the barely literate people of French colonial Africa. I believe it had been designed as a Recruiting tool and an anti-German, Pro-colonial cooperation in defense of the motherland piece of propaganda. It dated from the First World War and I had picked it up in a quiet little book store in Clichy, it had somehow survived the Vichy government, the Nazi occupation and the postwar De Gaul censorship. The book was a set of photographs done with a high quality silver gel sepia process which showed great skin tones and high contrast. 

The book opens with an obviously drunk German officer attempting to rape a pretty young Frenchwoman. Suddenly, a very large, very black, French Senegalese soldier with mud still on his puttees and trench coat burst into the room. He seizes the officer and knocks him out with one punch. Together, the girl and the soldier defenestrate the German out and into the street several floors below her window. The girl then turns to the soldier with her clothes still torn and in disarray, declares him "My Hero" and kisses him. The colonial soldier is at first startled but then returns her embrace and then lifts her easily on to her bed. She quickly divests him of his clothes and expresses happy astonishment at the size of his manhood.

What follows is a series of sexual postures both on and off the bed. I found it unusual in that they displayed great pleasure in the sex, including smiles, sweat and flushed skin across the face and chest. The final picture in the series shows them in post-coital bliss, him on his back with a large grin, one hand thrust between her legs and the other resting on her head which lies on his abdomen. Her face has an equal smile with her glazed cheeks and lips nestled against his tumescence, still gleaming from the fruits of their lovemaking. The final two pictures are what make the book unique for the first shows the fiercely proud soldier in full dress uniform bedecked with medals and his beaming and very pregnant bride standing outside the parish church. The books' final illustration is of the soldier complete with paterfamilias mustache, pipe, evening paper and easy chair while his still smiling wife is setting the dinner table with several mixed race children playing at their feet. 

I gave the book to Beth and she handled it gingerly and with mixed emotions, promising to take good care of it. She brought it back the following Friday and told me that she had been both aroused and fascinated with the book, but it had obsessed her imagination and even bothered her dreams. Much later, she told me that the image she couldn't get out of her head was of the blissful Frenchwoman with her lustrous and dripping lips wrapped around the soldiers gleaming ebony shaft buried deep inside her mouth.

After she gave the book back, Beth asked with hesitation if I didn't think the soldier was unusually large and I responded that I didn't think so. She stammered with her cheeks reddened and said that she meant his "thing". I again responded that I still didn't think he was all that large. Her eyes widened and I saw them drop to my lap. She quickly looked up with her cheeks crimson and her nipples stiffened and then started to apologize. But I cut her short and told her "Thank you, it's not often that an old married man gets a compliment like that". She bashfully smiled again and quickly went back to work. 

For the next few weeks, Bethany was bubbling with excitement as she planned her romantic trip with her new bikini and see-through baby-doll nightgown. Once, while she was a little drunk, she confessed to masturbating with a vibrator and she could hardly wait to try out some of her new sexual ideas on her betrothed.

Then one day, she was really down in the dumps and when I asked her why, she told me that her fiancé's leave had been cancelled and he was being sent up-country and that he would be out of touch for a couple of weeks. I thought that sounded a little bogus but I told her not to worry, his R&R would soon be rescheduled and they would soon meet up in Hawaii. She cheered up and was soon back to her normal self but still slightly subdued.

The next Friday I found her in tears and she showed me a letter from her brother who was in the Signal Corps. He wrote that he had seen her fiancé's name on the manifest of a Saigon to Sidney flight and went down to the Bangkok terminal to greet him. Instead what he saw was her very drunk beloved with an Australian nurse hanging off him bound for two weeks of R&R or I&I (intoxication and intercourse) as her brother put it.

I told her how sorry I was and that it might be a case of mistaken identity. She replied that her brother would not have written unless he was absolutely sure. She began to weep bitterly against my shoulder and I fought the urge to mouth platitudes about "tomorrow is another day." and "There's more than one fish in the sea." Instead, I just held her and stroked the back of her head until she stopped crying. I gave her my handkerchief and she thanked me for just being there. She said "You're a good friend, George" and kissed my palm before returning to work. However, I could tell that she was just going through the motions. 

Later, after closing time, as I was headed out to my car, I spotted Beth sitting in her old gou-shi (beat-to-shit) mustang with her head on the steering wheel and tears streaming down her face. I knocked on her window to ask if she was ok and she rolled it down, sobbing "My brother left me this piece of junk two years ago and tonight it won't start. I spent all my money on a plane flight I can't use. The busses have stopped running, my fiancé is a louse and I'm freezing."

I told her to get out of the car and to lock it up and that I would drive her home and look at her car in the morning. She responded that I didn't need to do that and that she could just sleep in the car. I said "No, It's only going to get colder and this is not a good neighborhood for a woman by herself. I'm telling you that you need to get in my car and let me take you home. Here, take my coat." She finally agreed and locked up the mustang.

Back then, I was driving an older model Mercedes s300 that I picked up in Germany, used, on my last tour and that I kept up myself. The car had bench seats and a huge interior and very useful when the kids were small for long trips and you had to keep them at least three feet apart. When Beth climbed in and I had the heater running, she noticed the broad plush seats and the fine woodwork and remarked on how nice the car was. I replied that it was ok; it was like me, built for comfort, not speed.

She laughed and replied "You're in great shape."

"You mean, for my age."

"No, for any age." And then her cheeks reddened even further as she realized that it sounded like a come on.

I smiled and handed her my hip flask of 180 proof homemade plum brandy and she thanked me and took a swig, coughed and exclaimed "Whoa, that's strong stuff, but it sure warms you up." Beth then gave me directions to the walkup over a liquor store she rented. We were sitting in the parking lot in back when she asked if we could just sit and talk for a while. 

I said I understood and pulled out a joint and fired it up. As we talked, I handed it to her and she took a toke and began coughing violently. I said "Be careful, this isn't your college shit, this is grade A Nam Boo mixed with black tar opium." She replied that it was ok; she could stand to get really stoned, so I offered to shotgun her.

As I took a mouthful of smoke and blew it into her open mouth, she inhaled and held it. When she exhaled, Beth remarked that it felt as if the back of her head was floating away. I told her that was just her neck muscles relaxing.

About the third or fourth time I leaned in to blow some smoke into her mouth, Beth just looked me in the eyes, closed hers and kissed me. Our mouths joined and our tongues pushed into a wet embrace. When we broke, she apologized and told me that she shouldn't have done that. I responded that I had been wanting to do that for some time and pulled her into another deep long kiss.

When we broke our kiss the second time, she was running her fingers inside my open shirt collar on my pectoral; she marveled that it was so broad and firm. I followed suit and slipped my hand into her blouse to cup her small upturned breast. "And this is so soft and beautiful."

"Thank you, George, for letting me feel pleasure again."

"If you want pleasure, try this." And I reached inside the glove box to pull out my special mix of Xing qu shi and K-Y jelly, opened her blouse and began rubbing it on her chest, pushing her bra over the top of her breasts. As the mix of warmth and cooling took effect, she sighed, closed her eyes and her nipples turned into pebbles as she kissed me again. Beth then unbuttoned my shirt and started rubbing the mix on my chest and abs, again marveling at how fit I was.

I thanked her and as we were making out again, I was running my hand back and forth on her thigh and ass. When I slipped my hand between her thighs, they parted and I could feel the dampness in her panty hose.

Beth groaned and her hand dropped down onto my lap and she started to massage my Johnson. When she felt its size, she exclaimed "Oh Lordy, now that's a hunk of meat." 

I found a small hole in her pantyhose and I worked my finger into her wet folds as my tongue found her nipple. She arched her head backwards and pulled me on top of her." Please George, I need this." 

I pushed her skirt up and started to pull her pantyhose down and she lifted her butt to accommodate while tugging at my belt and zipper. I kicked of my trousers and boxers but left my shoes on (old habit from my teen years-in case I needed to run). As I climbed up between her knees, my open shirt held my thighs and abdomen in shadow. As she stared at what was looming at her out of the darkness, I drank in the sight of her wide open, well-muscled, thighs, smooth stomach and magnificent bush. It was thick and full and had a wispy trace that extended up towards her belly button.



Now I know that the latest fashion dictates that women should shave their nether regions smooth, but as a father who has diapered his infant daughters, I find it to be a complete turnoff. Perhaps after Brittany Spears latest display, more people will agree.

As I found and stroked Beth's slick button, I noticed that she was still mesmerized by what was bobbing below my belly. "Last chance to back out." I broke her spell and she looked up with lust lidded eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me you fool." And she pulled me toward her.

I applied the mix to our genitals and she guided me with trembling fingers to the furled rose petals of her labia. As I encountered her tightness and began to enter, I saw her grimace and bite her lip as I worked myself into her warmth, but Beth just pulled me tighter towards her. I paused after about seven inches to let her get accustomed to being so full and then I backed out until just the head was in and I rocked back and forth with just a few inches of penetration. When she gasped and clutched at my ass I buried the whole nine inches into her until my balls were up against her perfect cheeks.



"Oh my god, it's so big." She cried out and wrapped her legs around me, rocking her ass back and forth against my thighs while her eyes opened wide and lost their focus.




I Remember Bethany Ch. 01 (Illustrated)



As I pulled back with each thrust, I could feel the walls of her vagina tugging at my shaft and I rocked back and pushed her legs toward her chest so that I could see the joining of our flesh. As I worked in and out of her, the shining coral of her inner lips turned to violet as they followed my gleaming coal black piston. The rosy crucifixion spread across her chest as I looked up to find her gaze from between her knees locked on the workings of our lovemaking. 

"It's so beautiful." She whispered with a husky moan and pushed her head back against the armrest. Her heavy lidded eyes locked on mine and she pulled me down on her. Beth then began to pull my shirt off over my head and claw at my back. Her face flush and her eyes rolled back with fluttering lids, she began to buck wildly until with a violent spasm, she gave out an inarticulate "AAARGH!" and I felt a sudden gush of liquid flood against my testicles. 

The beautiful slapping and squishing of our nether regions filled the car along with a heady musk and the windows steamed as we continued to bend our backs against that cold November night. With my fingers between her cheeks, I could feel her juices running down the crack as she panted and jerked against me. I slowed and kissed her neck while she caught her breath. "Thank you, George: that was wonderful." 

"Hold on little girl, we ain't finished yet." And I sat up and lifted her left leg so that her ankle was next to my ear. I kissed her sole and I began to pull her back and forth against my chest and abdomen. My neck was jammed against the car roof but I could watch Beth with her petite Tetons jerking and her eyes rolling back and forth as she clutched at my ass and thighs. Beth had her right foot braced against the steering wheel as she reentered le petite morte and I was afraid she would break it when she came groaning and straining in her orgasm.



I paused again to lay down behind her on the seat while we caught our breath. As I did so, I plopped out of her and she, trembling and panting, asked if I had come yet. I replied to the negative and asked her if she wanted to quit. 

"No, I want to feel you coming inside me." With that, she reached down to grasp my slick member and thrust it back into her equally wet love channel.

I grabbed her left thigh, and began to really slam into her. I asked if she liked my old 'nigger cock'. She turned her head to look me in the eyes and said "Oh yes." as she reached back to pull my ass into her.

"I want to hear you say it. Unh-unh! I want to hear you say that you love being fucked by this old nigger cock. Unh-unh-unh! Say it!" as I thrust her wet red ass against my loins.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me George. Fuck with your big nigger cock, I want you to come in me. Fuck me hard. Come! Come for me baby!" she screamed. 

"Yeah! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I'm gonna cum. Open up and take this old nigger cock. I'm gonna cum. Unh-unh-AAARGH!" and with that, time seemed to stop as her cries echoed mine as we spasmed against each other and I pumped myself into her. 



I continued to work myself back and forth in her and I looked down to see her pubic hair plastered to her thighs and mound with sperm frothing out with her fluids. When I started to pull out, she whispered "Thank you, I never knew it could be like that. Isn't that beautiful" as she looked down to see me imbedded in her center.

When my dick finally came out with a soft plop, a torrent of cum followed it down her ass and on to the seat beneath. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I've ruined your seats!" I told her not to worry, I had been Scotch-Guarding the seats since the kids were little.

Suddenly the color left her face "Oh no, that's right! You have a family and now I'm a home wrecker!"

"Relax, my wife expects me to cheat a little and I expect she's been off the rez herself a few times while I've been deployed. Besides, if she knew your situation, she would agree that you needed a good screw and she might have loaned me out herself tonight."

"Oh, great, does she charge a stud fee?" and we both laughed and she leaned her head against my chest. "You know that picture book you loaned me? Well, right now I feel just like that French girl. I don't think I could feel any more satisfied."

I noticed that her gaze was still locked on my opalescent fluid covered Johnson. "Well how about it? Do you think you could fit that on your mouth? You could always try" she looked at me to see if I was serious and I could tell she was tempted but then she noticed that it was getting light outside. 

"Oh god, you better get home. I don't care how open minded your wife is. I don't want her asking questions about me!" with that she sat up and put on her shoes and started to straighten herself up.

"Well, you better take these if you don't want her asking questions." And I handed her pantyhose to her. She laughed happily and stuffed them into her purse, kissed me and got out of the car and headed up the stairs to her apartment. As I got dressed, I watched her until she was safe. She paused on the landing to wave before going inside. I can still remember her wistful smile, her disheveled clothing and the tiny stream of jizz running down her leg.





I Remember Bethany Ch. 01



"Hold on little girl, we ain't finished yet." And I sat up and lifted her left leg so that her ankle was next to my ear. I kissed her sole and I began to pull her back and forth against my chest and abdomen. My neck was jammed against the car roof but I could watch Beth with her petite Tetons jerking and her eyes rolling back and forth as she clutched at my ass and thighs. Beth had her right foot braced against the steering wheel as she reentered le petite morte and I was afraid she would break it when she came groaning and straining in her orgasam.

I paused again to lay down behind her on the seat while we caught our breath. As I did so, I plopped out of her and she, trembling and panting, asked if I had come yet. I replied to the negative and asked her if she wanted to quit. 

"No, I want to feel you coming inside me." With that, she reached down to grasp my slick member and thrust it back into her equally wet love channel. I grabbed her left thigh, and began to really slam into her. I asked if she liked my old 'nigger cock'. She turned her head to look me in the eyes and said "Oh yes." as she reached back to pull my ass into her. "I want to hear you say it. Unh-unh! I want to hear you say that you love being fucked by this old nigger cock. Unh-unh-unh! Say it!" as I thrust her wet red ass against my loins.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me George. Fuck with your big nigger cock, I want you to come in me. Fuck me hard. Come! Come for me baby!" she screamed. 

"Yeah! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I'm gonna cum. Open up and take this old nigger cock. I'm gonna cum. Unh-unh-AAARGH!" and with that, time seemed to stop as her cries echoed mine as we spasmed against each other and I pumped myself into her. 

I continued to work myself back and forth in her and I looked down to see her pubic hair plastered to her thighs and mound with sperm frothing out with her fluids. When I started to pull out, she whispered "Thank you, I never knew it could be like that. Isn't that beautiful" as she looked down to see me imbedded in her center. When my dick finally came out with a soft plop, a torrent of cum followed it down her ass and on to the seat beneath. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I've ruined your seats!" I told her not to worry, I had been Scotch-Guarding the seats since the kids were little. 

Suddenly the color left her face "Oh no, that's right! You have a family and now I'm a home wrecker!"

"Relax, my wife expects me to cheat a little and I expect she's been off the rez herself a few times while I've been deployed. Besides, if she knew your situation, she would agree that you needed a good screw and she might have loaned me out herself tonight."

"Oh, great, does she charge a stud fee?" and we both laughed and she leaned hre head against my chest. "You know that picture book you loaned me? Well, right now I feel just like that french girl. I don't think I could feel any more satisfied." I noticed that her gaze was still locked on my opalesent fluid covered Johnson. "Well how about it? Do you think you could fit that on your mouth? You could always try" she looked at me to see if I was serious and I could tell she was tempted but then she noticed that it was getting light outside. 

"Oh god, you better get home. I don't care how open minded your wife is. I don't want her asking questions about me!" with that she sat up and put on her shoes and started to straighten herself up.

"Well, you better take these if you don't want her asking questions." And I handed her pantyhose to her. She lsughed happily and stuffed them into her purse kissed me and got out of the car and headed up the stairs to her apartment. As I got dressed, I watched her until she was safe. She paused on the landing to wave before going inside. I can still rember her wistful smile, her diheveled clothing and the tiny stream of jizz running down her leg.

TO BE CONTINUED...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 02



(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag)

*

Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 'tang' purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. 

Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and hugged and kissed me in thanks as I was getting out of the coveralls." I thought I would have a big repair bill that I couldn't afford." Then Beth playfully asked me if I thought she was hip now. "You know, like those wasp chicks balling spades that Jack Kerouac writes about."

I laughed "yeah, you're hip and I'm a regular beatnik" 

While I was washing up and changing into my working clothes, Beth came up to ask me if she could pay me back by cooking dinner for me. I told her that she had already paid me back in spades last night and I didn't need any compensation, this was just friendship.

"Spades, eh? Well, I was the one who got the spade last night and I think I came out ahead so I still owe you one. Please, I'll make you Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte (Black forest chocolate cherry cake)."

"How did you know my weakness? Well, I accept but we'll probably have to do it tomorrow. Sundays are always dead and Jimmy will let us both go because he doesn't like to have a lot of staff to pay on dead days." 

Jimmy was the only other brother who worked the bar and he owned the place. He was also airborne except he had been in the triple nickels (555th Parachute Infantry Battalion) in WW II and was part of the 2nd Ranger in Korea where he got shot up in a combat jump. We met when he came into rehab at Fitzsimons and he needed a piano player. I once saw him take on six drunk rednecks who came into the bar looking for a fight and made the mistake of trying to push Jimmy around. Before I could even get my jacket off, all six were on the floor with two trying to crawl towards the door. His technique was pure Camp Darby Fairbairn commando style: sharp, fast and nasty. The one who had managed to get a knife out had his arm both broken and dislocated. Jimmy casually walked over and kicked one of the crawlers in the ribs and I said "Hey, take it easy Jimmy."

"I did take it easy; they're still breathing ain't they? If I wanted them dead, we'd be looking for a pig farm about now." He paused "These boys weren't nothing: back in early '46' two brothers from the triple nickels and I got jumped by five ex-SS troopers outside Frankfurt. Now that was a real fight and we fed those dead Nazis to the pigs afterwards."

When I brought taking Sunday off up to Jimmy, he looked at me and winked. "You say Dinner, eh? Well, you be careful brother, remember, your wife is a razor packin' mama outa East Saint Louie and she'll only put up with so much. I'll cover for you if she calls, cause Beth is worth it, but don't let this get back to your wife or it'll be my nuts too."

"Don't worry; I'm just helping her through a rough patch."

"No man, you just got a whiff of that white girl pussy."

"Well, there's that too. But thanks for your advice."

The next evening I showed up at Beth's apartment with a nice Rhone Riesling. She met me at the door and nervously smoothed her hair while taking off her apron. The smell of cooking filled the air and she looked radiant. I complemented her while I opened the wine and we stood on the porch in the late November sun while dinner finished cooking and the sun went down. 

The apartment was small with high ceilings. A glass bead curtain hung in the doorway to her bedroom. The walls were covered with oriental art and travel posters. I complimented her Hiroshige prints and I said the rest looked very college and hopelessly romantic. She said that she hoped to see most of those places one day and I told her that I had; and some were fantastic and most weren't that great. 

"I still want to see them for myself."

"Good, at least you won't have to carry a rifle when you do it."

It turned out that she had traveled by Eurail Pass all over Europe and worked in a French restaurant in Zurich for one summer as a cultural exchange student that she likened to indentured servitude. The Swiss don't tip and the owner refused to pay at the end of the summer, claiming that she should be satisfied with the room and board. We traded Swiss tightwad stories and then it was time to eat.

The table was set beautifully with candles and what was probably her only matching set of plates, wineglasses and silver ware. She had prepared Cornish game hens in a Romertoff oven and baked potatoes with a fresh garden salad. The wine went well with the hens and her choice of Mozart's' Die Zaberflotte for background music. When she got up to replace Mozart with Billie Holiday and some Django Reinhart she asked me what I thought of the meal.

I put on my best Missouri farm hand. "Well, miz Bethany, these here are the tastiest chickens I ever et but they do seem to be a mite on the puny side." When she reached over to administer a playful dope slap on the back of my head, I cried "I allies knowed you wuz the type to go round beatin' on poor colored folk." When she laughed, I opined "Les aliments répondent au rêve de notre âme quant à l'appétit de notre estomac. 

"Food responds to our soul's dream as to our stomach's appetite." She replied.

"And your cooking matches your beauty." I told her that I detected truffle in the hens and she told me that she had liberated the truffles on her way out of the French restaurant in Zurich.

With coffee came the four layer Kirschtorte and she had used a very fine Belgian chocolate icing and Rocky Ford cherries along with chocolate cake layers soaked in fiery kirshwasser. When I finally pushed back from the table, I said "If I weren't married, I'd be down on bended knee."

"Thank you, but I've already had someone do that and you saw how that turned out; how about a kiss instead?"

"If I kiss you, I'm going to want to fuck you again." I warned her.

"I was kind of hoping that." She murmured as she stepped into my arms. Within minutes, we were making out and polishing each others tonsils like teenagers on her couch. I was pleased to find that she was wearing panties and not pantyhose. While she massaged my old 'nine iron' I had my fingers into her forbidden folds and was working her clit from the outside and inside. When she began to moan and shiver, I took off her panties. She abruptly stood up and led me into her bedroom. "Stay here while I slip into something more comfortable."

While I waited, I stripped down to my boxers. I was starting to remove my wedding band when she looked out of the bathroom. "Leave your wedding ring on, I need to remind myself that all pleasures are fleeting and forbidden pleasures are sweetest."

"Ah yes, Camu; in that case, I want you to wear your engagement ring while we cuckold your fiancé." She laughed and picked the ring up from the sink. When she came out, she was wearing a filmy baby doll nighty with no bottom that barely covered her ass and pubes. Behind her the bathrooms' stained glass fixtures light softly lit the bedroom.

This was the first time I had ever seen her naked and she was breathtaking. I know that some men like big boobs but I prefer small handfuls (and mouthfuls). Her nipples were prominent and dark, her waist small and her stomach flat sloping down to the dark mystery between her well shaped thighs. Her feet and ankles were long and delicate while the calves and thighs fit together in a classic symmetry that supported the perfectly round globes of her ass. With every move the play of her muscles under her porcelain skin was like poetry as she pirouetted with her long black hair swinging over the long curve of her spine. 

"Well what do you think?" 

"If you mean your nightgown, it is very pretty, but if you're talking about what's underneath, that is amazingly beautiful." Her cheeks reddened and she stood there clutching her hair with one hand and she looked so innocent, I felt an overwhelming desire to protect her. I stepped forward and swept her up in my arms, she turned her face upward and we were suddenly over caught up in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss.

She pressed against my abdomen and smiled "I see someone is happy to see me." And Beth reached into my shorts to grasp my Johnson. When I dropped my boxers down and she fished it out, Beth shivered. She suddenly sat down on the bed staring at my manhood. 

"What's wrong?"

She looked up at me and back down at my middle leg that was pointing at her in a gentle arc ad bobbing slightly with each breath. She looked up again. "I'm frightened."

"Frightened: of what?"

"Of how it makes me feel: of how much I want it."

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. I lifted her head to kiss her and to stroke her breasts, giving each half --inch nipple little tweaks and twists before moving down the gentle swell of her abdomen to the silken black curls below. I began to kiss and lick her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her nighty and she moaned and parted her thighs. I pushed my fingers into her nether folds to find her flowing. Gently pressing and rolling her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger elicited little jerks and shudders. When I pushed my middle finger between her now wet and thick labia into the silken passage of her interior to press up against the back of her clit, she arched her back and clamped her legs together and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Moaning with abandon, she reached down to work her hand on my shaft from the sack to the bulbous head of my old 'nine-iron'.

I reached over to pick up the tube of K-Y that she had thoughtfully placed beforehand on the nightstand and put some on her fingers. "That is, unless you would like to lubricate me in some other way?" I teased her. She blushed and shook her head, but I could tell that she was torn between her repressed libido and her desire to wrap those beautiful ruby lips around my throbbing cock.

"All things in good time little girl, all things will come in good time." I thought as she carefully coated my ebony piston until it glistened in the dim light. I laid her on her back and pushed her back so that her knees were against her chest. As I lay down on her, I began to rub the length of my rod against her equally gleaming lower lips and cheeks. Carefully teasing her button with the tip, I asked her between kisses if she still liked this 'old nigger cock' and if she still wanted it in her pussy.

She quickly nodded, but "Uh-huh." was all she could manage. 

"Do you want this? Do you want this nigger cock in you?" I worked the tip back and forth on her opening. "I want to hear you say it."

"Oh yes, George, I want your big fat nigger cock in me!" As she thrust her hips up at me, I pushed into her wet tight opening. She groaned "Oh god, it as big as I thought it was!" She arched her back and grabbed my ass to pull me further into her small but welcoming canal. I noticed that she had a rare attribute, her vaginal temperature was much higher than her outside skin and she felt like she was wrapping a warm wet cloth around me. I had thought it was the Xing qu shi the last time but this was all her and it felt heavenly.

I settled into a nice slow fucking rhythm that alternated short fast jabs with long, slow thrusts that gradually deepened into the accommodation of her slowly widening passage. When my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks, I pushed back to admire her loveliness. She had a 'deer in the headlights' look on her reddened face and her chest was heaving while her breasts rocked with every thrust of our genitals. Her wide flung legs suddenly clamped onto mine to assist my plunging penetration and pulled me down into a deep and hungry kiss.

As I could feel the excitement rising in her, my strokes increased in frequency and intensity until she clasped me close with her face and chest flushed. Her eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowed together and upward. She gave a great groan and spasmed around me and I felt a torrent of liquid bathe my gonads. I kissed her and then sat back on my heels to survey our handy work. Still inside her, I lifted her legs into the air by her knees and began making a series of deep slow thrusts that made a beautiful squishing sound. 

She looked down to stare in fascination at my glistening 'nine iron' pistoning between us. I asked her "Do you like to look at that?"

"Oh yes!" as she pulled at my thighs.

"Does your pussy like this?"

"My pussy loves your cock."

"My cock says je t'aime votre minou."

"Je t'aime mon amour! Please come inside me, give it to me, oh god, oh god!" She grabbed the headboard behind her and began to push her self against my rapidly increasing thrusts.

With that, I really started to slam into her and fell forward into her arms as our genitals went into overdrive. As I started to come, she tightly clutched my ass, pulling me deeper into her. With an incoherent cry I pumped my essence into her and I could feel her vaginal walls milking me dry. When we slowed down, she laughed in release and we continued to kiss and embrace, not willing to stop until the last drop had been drained from our mutual ecstasy. 

As we lay there we continued to fondle each other. I got up to turn on a small lamp in order to appreciate her beauty and I noticed that she was staring at the glistening and sperm smeared length of my ebony rainbow. She was still leaking my essence from her sex when she got up to get a washcloth.

"Come back and clean this up." I playfully waived my Johnson at her.

"But that's what the washcloth is for...oh, I see." She laughed.

"Do you think this will fit in your mouth? You could always try." She just smiled and pulled her nighty over her head and knelt down next to me and lowered her face to my lap.

As she bent to examine the black prize in front of her she exclaimed "Tell me what to do, I've never done this before."

"Just taste it." She hesitated for a second before extending her tongue to touch the white opalescent fluid.

"It's sweeter than I thought it would be, and salty too.' She continued to lick at the thick liquid.

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it." She complied without hesitation to suck and engulf the glans and began to bob her head up and down on my member. "Lightly nibble the shaft. Now lick it, especially in front at the base of the head." The sight and feel of her perfect soft mouth on my manhood was incredibly erotic. When she took it out and was licking at the base of my shaft again, I kidded her "You know, once a white woman has tasted a Blackman's sperm, she's hooked for life."

She looked up in all seriousness. "I believe it." My jaw dropped and she resumed trying to cram as much of me as she could into her eager mouth.

As she sucked me back into a turgid state, I began to moan with pleasure as she worked my member with obvious enthusiasm. At times I could clearly see the outline of my cock head in her cheek and occasionally taking me deep into her mouth to her tonsils. Beth gagged a little but that didn't stop her, I think she was trying to impress me with her enthusiasm. When Beth came up for breath she stopped to state "I really love sucking on your dick but it's making me incredibly horny and all I can think about is having you inside of me."

"Well go ahead and climb on board little girl!"

"You got it." And she rose up to straddle me.

"Please turn and face the other way because I want to watch that beautiful ass of yours. The position is called reverse cowgirl."

"Cowgirl eh, well I'm going to climb up on that fucking big black cock of yours and ride you like a bull."

I positioned my self at her entrance and she sank down on it with an exhale like she was sinking into a hot bath. After a second of getting used to this position, she began to push her self up and down with her arms and thighs. The sight of her wonderful twin globes rising and falling on my rigid black pole was incredible. 

She began to pick up the pace with a rhythmic slapping sound as she landed on my thighs and groin lubricating me with the fruits of our earlier coupling. She turned to look over her shoulder and pant "Now, unh, I know, unh, what Anis Nin meant when she described, unh, her impaling herself, unh, again and again, unh, on his up thrust mast. This is, unh fucking, wonderful!" 

I grasped her hips to pull her to me and she reached back to place her arms on my biceps, throw back her head, arch her hips, and repeatedly thrust herself on me with increasing rapidity until she came shatteringly on me with a great drenching of my thighs and testicles. As she shuddered to a stop she asked me with gasping breath if I had come too. I replied to the negative and she looked at our joining in confusion. I explained: "That's female ejaculate and it's the one thing a woman can't fake." I wiped some up with my finger to taste it and wipe some on her lips to prove its lack of flavor and aroma. "Be proud of yourself, not every woman comes like that!"

When she caught her breath she rose up again and said "I think I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." 

"Oh-ho, we'll see who cries uncle first." I thought as I moistened my forefinger in her spend and lightly rimmed the rosebud of her anus. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I inserted my finger into her virgin asshole and the effect was electric. The slapping became louder and more liquid until there was a distinct sucking sound as she impaled herself with increasing enthusiasm and quickly drove herself to another orgiastic collapse. As we kissed again, and Beth had caught her breath she asked if I wanted to come again. I asked her if she would please take me in her mouth once more.

"I'd love to swallow it!" she replied sweetly replied and knelt down between my knees to resume her enthusiastic felatio. As I watched her she would lick and swirl her tongue around me inside and outside her coral lips and then rotate her mouth around me while she looked at me with lust lidded eyes. Then she would close her eyes and lunge face forward towards my groin. When Beth came up again she murmured "I feel so powerful exciting you like this after you gave me so many wonderful orgasms."

She resumed and quickly brought me to the brink. I warned her that I was about to come thinking she would pull back. She responded by trying to jam me even further back into her mouth. I decided to help her and pushed the back of her head until I felt myself enter her throat. She then grabbed my ass to pull me even deeper and I exploded into her esophagus. Beth coughed and sprayed sperm over my chest and belly. I ejaculated "My god girl, are you sure that you haven't done that before? Because what you just did constitutes one of the best god damn blowjobs of my entire life."

"Does this mean you won't respect me in the morning?" she teased. 

"Respect you? I'm going to nominate you to the felatrix hall of fame!" I paused "Of course, I will have to consult the other judges first."

Beth responded playfully. "Would these judges happen to be black and as well endowed as you?"

"Of course they would, some even bigger than me." 

"In that case, I look forward to the competition." She joked.

I laughed and announced "I hereby proclaim you Lady Bethany, Grand Duchess of Colorado Cock Sucking."

Beth laughed again. "Lady Bethany eh; well, Sir George why don't we get you and your dragon here cleaned up?" "I command that this party adjourn to the shower forthwith." 

Of course, more fooling around ensued in the shower and during drying off Beth insisted on practicing her new found talents. She even managed to ingest my semi-turgid member almost all the way until her chin was bumping my jewels. After I elevated her to Queen, we returned to the bed where we lay in each others arms until I heard her softly snoring. I kissed her and tucked her in and went home to my wife and kids.




I Remember Bethany Ch. 02 (Illustrated)



(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag)

*

Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 'tang' purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. 

Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and hugged and kissed me in thanks as I was getting out of the coveralls." I thought I would have a big repair bill that I couldn't afford." Then Beth playfully asked me if I thought she was hip now. "You know, like those wasp chicks balling spades that Jack Kerouac writes about."

I laughed "yeah, you're hip and I'm a regular beatnik" 

While I was washing up and changing into my working clothes, Beth came up to ask me if she could pay me back by cooking dinner for me. I told her that she had already paid me back in spades last night and I didn't need any compensation, this was just friendship.

"Spades, eh? Well, I was the one who got the spade last night and I think I came out ahead so I still owe you one. Please, I'll make you Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte (Black forest chocolate cherry cake)."

"How did you know my weakness? Well, I accept but we'll probably have to do it tomorrow. Sundays are always dead and Jimmy will let us both go because he doesn't like to have a lot of staff to pay on dead days." 

Jimmy was the only other brother who worked the bar and he owned the place. He was also airborne except he had been in the triple nickels (555th Parachute Infantry Battalion) in WW II and was part of the 2nd Ranger in Korea where he got shot up in a combat jump. We met when he came into rehab at Fitzsimons and he needed a piano player. I once saw him take on six drunk rednecks who came into the bar looking for a fight and made the mistake of trying to push Jimmy around. Before I could even get my jacket off, all six were on the floor with two trying to crawl towards the door. His technique was pure Camp Darby Fairbairn commando style: sharp, fast and nasty. The one who had managed to get a knife out had his arm both broken and dislocated. Jimmy casually walked over and kicked one of the crawlers in the ribs and I said "Hey, take it easy Jimmy."

"I did take it easy; they're still breathing ain't they? If I wanted them dead, we'd be looking for a pig farm about now." He paused "These boys weren't nothing: back in early '46' two brothers from the triple nickels and I got jumped by five ex-SS troopers outside Frankfurt. Now that was a real fight and we fed those dead Nazis to the pigs afterwards."

When I brought taking Sunday off up to Jimmy, he looked at me and winked. "You say Dinner, eh? Well, you be careful brother, remember, your wife is a razor packin' mama outa East Saint Louie and she'll only put up with so much. I'll cover for you if she calls, cause Beth is worth it, but don't let this get back to your wife or it'll be my nuts too."

"Don't worry; I'm just helping her through a rough patch."

"No man, you just got a whiff of that white girl pussy."

"Well, there's that too. But thanks for your advice."

The next evening I showed up at Beth's apartment with a nice Rhone Riesling. She met me at the door and nervously smoothed her hair while taking off her apron. The smell of cooking filled the air and she looked radiant. I complemented her while I opened the wine and we stood on the porch in the late November sun while dinner finished cooking and the sun went down. 

The apartment was small with high ceilings. A glass bead curtain hung in the doorway to her bedroom. The walls were covered with oriental art and travel posters. I complimented her Hiroshige prints and I said the rest looked very college and hopelessly romantic. She said that she hoped to see most of those places one day and I told her that I had; and some were fantastic and most weren't that great. 

"I still want to see them for myself."

"Good, at least you won't have to carry a rifle when you do it."

It turned out that she had traveled by Eurail Pass all over Europe and worked in a French restaurant in Zurich for one summer as a cultural exchange student that she likened to indentured servitude. The Swiss don't tip and the owner refused to pay at the end of the summer, claiming that she should be satisfied with the room and board. We traded Swiss tightwad stories and then it was time to eat.

The table was set beautifully with candles and what was probably her only matching set of plates, wineglasses and silver ware. She had prepared Cornish game hens in a Romertoff oven and baked potatoes with a fresh garden salad. The wine went well with the hens and her choice of Mozart's' Die Zaberflotte for background music. When she got up to replace Mozart with Billie Holiday and some Django Reinhart she asked me what I thought of the meal.

I put on my best Missouri farm hand. "Well, miz Bethany, these here are the tastiest chickens I ever et but they do seem to be a mite on the puny side." When she reached over to administer a playful dope slap on the back of my head, I cried "I allies knowed you wuz the type to go round beatin' on poor colored folk." When she laughed, I opined "Les aliments répondent au rêve de notre âme quant à l'appétit de notre estomac. 

"Food responds to our soul's dream as to our stomach's appetite." She replied.

"And your cooking matches your beauty." I told her that I detected truffle in the hens and she told me that she had liberated the truffles on her way out of the French restaurant in Zurich.

With coffee came the four layer Kirschtorte and she had used a very fine Belgian chocolate icing and Rocky Ford cherries along with chocolate cake layers soaked in fiery kirshwasser. When I finally pushed back from the table, I said "If I weren't married, I'd be down on bended knee."

"Thank you, but I've already had someone do that and you saw how that turned out; how about a kiss instead?"

"If I kiss you, I'm going to want to fuck you again." I warned her.

"I was kind of hoping that." She murmured as she stepped into my arms. Within minutes, we were making out and polishing each others tonsils like teenagers on her couch. I was pleased to find that she was wearing panties and not pantyhose. While she massaged my old 'nine iron' I had my fingers into her forbidden folds and was working her clit from the outside and inside. When she began to moan and shiver, I took off her panties. She abruptly stood up and led me into her bedroom. "Stay here while I slip into something more comfortable."

While I waited, I stripped down to my boxers. I was starting to remove my wedding band when she looked out of the bathroom. "Leave your wedding ring on, I need to remind myself that all pleasures are fleeting and forbidden pleasures are sweetest."

"Ah yes, Camu; in that case, I want you to wear your engagement ring while we cuckold your fiancé." She laughed and picked the ring up from the sink. When she came out, she was wearing a filmy baby doll nighty with no bottom that barely covered her ass and pubes. Behind her the bathrooms' stained glass fixtures light softly lit the bedroom.

This was the first time I had ever seen her naked and she was breathtaking. I know that some men like big boobs but I prefer small handfuls (and mouthfuls). Her nipples were prominent and dark, her waist small and her stomach flat sloping down to the dark mystery between her well shaped thighs. Her feet and ankles were long and delicate while the calves and thighs fit together in a classic symmetry that supported the perfectly round globes of her ass. With every move the play of her muscles under her porcelain skin was like poetry as she pirouetted with her long black hair swinging over the long curve of her spine. 

"Well what do you think?" 

"If you mean your nightgown, it is very pretty, but if you're talking about what's underneath, that is amazingly beautiful." Her cheeks reddened and she stood there clutching her hair with one hand and she looked so innocent, I felt an overwhelming desire to protect her. I stepped forward and swept her up in my arms, she turned her face upward and we were suddenly over caught up in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss. 

She pressed against my abdomen and smiled "I see someone is happy to see me." And Beth reached into my shorts to grasp my Johnson. When I dropped my boxers down and she fished it out, Beth shivered. She suddenly sat down on the bed staring at my manhood.

"What's wrong?"

She looked up at me and back down at my middle leg that was pointing at her in a gentle arc ad bobbing slightly with each breath. She looked up again. "I'm frightened."

"Frightened: of what?"

"Of how it makes me feel: of how much I want it."

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. I lifted her head to kiss her and to stroke her breasts, giving each half --inch nipple little tweaks and twists before moving down the gentle swell of her abdomen to the silken black curls below. I began to kiss and lick her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her nighty and she moaned and parted her thighs. I pushed my fingers into her nether folds to find her flowing. Gently pressing and rolling her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger elicited little jerks and shudders. When I pushed my middle finger between her now wet and thick labia into the silken passage of her interior to press up against the back of her clit, she arched her back and clamped her legs together and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Moaning with abandon, she reached down to work her hand on my shaft from the sack to the bulbous head of my old 'nine-iron'. 

I reached over to pick up the tube of K-Y that she had thoughtfully placed beforehand on the nightstand and put some on her fingers. "That is, unless you would like to lubricate me in some other way?" I teased her. She blushed and shook her head, but I could tell that she was torn between her repressed libido and her desire to wrap those beautiful ruby lips around my throbbing cock. 

"All things in good time little girl, all things will come in good time." I thought as she carefully coated my ebony piston until it glistened in the dim light. I laid her on her back and pushed her back so that her knees were against her chest. As I lay down on her, I began to rub the length of my rod against her equally gleaming lower lips and cheeks. Carefully teasing her button with the tip, I asked her between kisses if she still liked this 'old nigger cock' and if she still wanted it in her pussy.

She quickly nodded, but "Uh-huh." was all she could manage. 

"Do you want this? Do you want this nigger cock in you?" I worked the tip back and forth on her opening. "I want to hear you say it."

"Oh yes, George, I want your big fat nigger cock in me!" As she thrust her hips up at me, I pushed into her wet tight opening. She groaned "Oh god, it's as big as I thought it was!" She arched her back and grabbed my ass to pull me further into her small but welcoming canal. I noticed that she had a rare attribute, her vaginal temperature was much higher than her outside skin and she felt like she was wrapping a warm wet cloth around me. I had thought it was the Xing qu shi the last time but this was all her and it felt heavenly.

I settled into a nice slow fucking rhythm that alternated short fast jabs with long, slow thrusts that gradually deepened into the accommodation of her slowly widening passage. When my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks, I pushed back to admire her loveliness. She had a 'deer in the headlights' look on her reddened face and her chest was heaving while her breasts rocked with every thrust of our genitals. Her wide flung legs suddenly clamped onto mine to assist my plunging penetration and pulled me down into a deep and hungry kiss. 

As I could feel the excitement rising in her, my strokes increased in frequency and intensity until she clasped me close with her face and chest flushed. Her eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowed together and upward. She gave a great groan and spasmed around me and I felt a torrent of liquid bathe my gonads. I kissed her and then sat back on my heels to survey our handy work. Still inside her, I lifted her legs into the air by her knees and began making a series of deep slow thrusts that made a beautiful squishing sound. 

She looked down to stare in fascination at my glistening 'nine iron' pistoning between us. I asked her "Do you like to look at that?"

"Oh yes!" as she pulled at my thighs.

"Does your pussy like this?"

"My pussy loves your cock."

"My cock says je t'aime votre minou."

"Je t'aime mon amour! Please come inside me, give it to me, oh god, oh god!" She grabbed the headboard behind her and began to push her self against my rapidly increasing thrusts.



With that, I really started to slam into her and fell forward into her arms as our genitals went into overdrive. As I started to come, she tightly clutched my ass, pulling me deeper into her. With an incoherent cry I pumped my essence into her and I could feel her vaginal walls milking me dry. When we slowed down, she laughed in release and we continued to kiss and embrace, not willing to stop until the last drop had been drained from our mutual ecstasy. 

As we lay there we continued to fondle each other. I got up to turn on a small lamp in order to appreciate her beauty and I noticed that she was staring at the glistening and sperm smeared length of my ebony rainbow. She was still leaking my essence from her sex when she got up to get a washcloth.

"Come back and clean this up." I playfully waived my Johnson at her.

"But that's what the washcloth is for…oh, I see." She laughed.

"Do you think this will fit in your mouth? You could always try." She just smiled and pulled her nighty over her head and knelt down next to me and lowered her face to my lap. 

As she bent to examine the black prize in front of her she exclaimed "Tell me what to do, I've never done this before."

"Just taste it." She hesitated for a second before extending her tongue to touch the white opalescent fluid.

"It's sweeter than I thought it would be, and salty too.' She continued to lick at the thick liquid.

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it." She complied without hesitation to suck and engulf the glans and began to bob her head up and down on my member. "Lightly nibble the shaft. Now lick it, especially in front at the base of the head." The sight and feel of her perfect soft mouth on my manhood was incredibly erotic. When she took it out and was licking at the base of my shaft again, I kidded her "You know, once a white woman has tasted a Blackman's sperm, she's hooked for life."

She looked up in all seriousness. "I believe it." My jaw dropped and she resumed trying to cram as much of me as she could into her eager mouth. 

As she sucked me back into a turgid state, I began to moan with pleasure as she worked my member with obvious enthusiasm. At times I could clearly see the outline of my cock head in her cheek and occasionally taking me deep into her mouth to her tonsils. Beth gagged a little but that didn't stop her, I think she was trying to impress me with her enthusiasm. When Beth came up for breath she stopped to state "I really love sucking on your dick but it's making me incredibly horny and all I can think about is having you inside of me." 

"Well go ahead and climb on board little girl!"

"You got it." And she rose up to straddle me.

"Please turn and face the other way because I want to watch that beautiful ass of yours. The position is called reverse cowgirl."

"Cowgirl eh, well I'm going to climb up on that fucking big black cock of yours and ride you like a bull." 

I positioned my self at her entrance and she sank down on it with an exhale like she was sinking into a hot bath. After a second of getting used to this position, she began to push her self up and down with her arms and thighs. The sight of her wonderful twin globes rising and falling on my rigid black pole was incredible. 

She began to pick up the pace with a rhythmic slapping sound as she landed on my thighs and groin lubricating me with the fruits of our earlier coupling. She turned to look over her shoulder and pant "Now, unh, I know, unh, what Anis Nin meant when she described, unh, her impaling herself, unh, again and again, unh, on his up thrust mast. This is, unh fucking, wonderful!" 

I grasped her hips to pull her to me and she reached back to place her arms on my biceps, throw back her head, arch her hips, and repeatedly thrust herself on me with increasing rapidity until she came shatteringly on me with a great drenching of my thighs and testicles. As she shuddered to a stop she asked me with gasping breath if I had come too. I replied to the negative and she looked at our joining in confusion. I explained: "That's female ejaculate and it's the one thing a woman can't fake." I wiped some up with my finger to taste it and wipe some on her lips to prove its lack of flavor and aroma. "Be proud of yourself, not every woman comes like that!" 

When she caught her breath she rose up again and said "I think I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." 



"Oh-ho, we'll see who cries uncle first." I thought as I moistened my forefinger in her spend and lightly rimmed the rosebud of her anus. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I inserted my finger into her virgin asshole and the effect was electric. The slapping became louder and more liquid until there was a distinct sucking sound as she impaled herself with increasing enthusiasm and quickly drove herself to another orgiastic collapse. As we kissed again, and Beth had caught her breath she asked if I wanted to come again. I asked her if she would please take me in her mouth once more. 

"I'd love to swallow it!" she replied sweetly replied and knelt down between my knees to resume her enthusiastic felatio. As I watched her she would lick and swirl her tongue around me inside and outside her coral lips and then rotate her mouth around me while she looked at me with lust lidded eyes. Then she would close her eyes and lunge face forward towards my groin. When Beth came up again she murmured "I feel so powerful exciting you like this after you gave me so many wonderful orgasms."



She resumed and quickly brought me to the brink. I warned her that I was about to come thinking she would pull back. She responded by trying to jam me even further back into her mouth. I decided to help her and pushed the back of her head until I felt myself enter her throat. She then grabbed my ass to pull me even deeper and I exploded into her esophagus. Beth coughed and sprayed sperm over my chest and belly. I ejaculated "My god girl, are you sure that you haven't done that before? Because what you just did constitutes one of the best god damn blowjobs of my entire life."



"Does this mean you won't respect me in the morning?" she teased. 

"Respect you? I'm going to nominate you to the felatrix hall of fame!" I paused "Of course, I will have to consult the other judges first."

Beth responded playfully. "Would these judges happen to be black and as well endowed as you?"




I Remember Bethany Ch. 02 (Illustrated)



"Of course they would, some even bigger than me." 

"In that case, I look forward to the competition." She joked.

I laughed and announced "I hereby proclaim you Lady Bethany, Grand Duchess of Colorado Cock Sucking."

Beth laughed again. "Lady Bethany eh; well, Sir George why don't we get you and your dragon here cleaned up?" "I command that this party adjourn to the shower forthwith." 

Of course, more fooling around ensued in the shower and during drying off Beth insisted on practicing her new found talents. She even managed to ingest my semi-turgid member almost all the way until her chin was bumping my jewels. After I elevated her to Queen, we returned to the bed where we lay in each others arms until I heard her softly snoring. I kissed her and tucked her in and went home to my wife and kids.





I Remember Bethany Ch. 02



To be continued...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 03



(In which Beth goes to the Brown Palace, samples foreign customs and has a trip around the world.)

*

My wife, Adele, had taken the girls back to St. Louis for Christmas with her Mother and I wisely worked my schedule so that I was the only rehab specialist available for the Holidays and I sadly could not go to visit mys.

Since my wife was not home and I had been going through poker withdrawal, I got into an all-nighter with some buddies. A brother named Gary who was a chef for the Brown Palace unwisely drew against my inside straight and wound up owing me a bundle. We settled with him giving me a night and dinner at the fanciest hotel in Denver, namely where he worked. Back then the chefs were expected to be on 24hour call for late night room service so he had his own room at the hotel. He also agreed to chauffer me and my chosen companion on the evening in question. I couldn't very well take Adele because I wasn't supposed to be gambling, so I decided to surprise Beth.

Every year the Goldrush Bar employees exchanged gifts and I had purchased a black demi-bra with open cups and a matching garter belt with silk stockings for Bethany. She surprised me by giving me a card explaing that she really couldn't afford anything nice. "Besides your wife would be sure to notice if I did get you anything valuable; so I decided to give you everything for one night." The card just said 'the services of Bethany: a slave for one day'.

Now today that might be considered racist or something but back then college kids did that sort of thing for fundraising and as a fraternity stunt or just as a gag gift; and she probably meant it that way but I decided to go with the slave idea. I gave her my gift and she thought it was wonderful even though she had never worn anything like that before. I told her "As my slave this is what you will wear as underwear and nothing else, no slip, no panties, rien, est-ce que tu comprends?"

"Oui, que autre devoir je mettre?" She asked with some hesitation, knowing how I liked to get her to show off her body.

"Oh something nice and some high heels: we're going out. And by the way, while we are out I want you to speak nothing but your best French because we are going to the Brown Palace Arms."

Her eyebrows shot up. She obviously hadn't thought that her gag gift was would involve going out in public especially to something as fancy as the finest restaurant in Denver where she would feel very insecure, especially in the company of a black man.

"Relax; remember you can do anything you want in French as long as you pronounce it correctly." I quoted Shaw to make her laugh. I figured that since Denver had a lot of racists and bigots back then (still does, I've heard) that as a mixed race couple we might get some rude stares and comments, but if we appeared as obviously foreign and beyond their ken, they could ignore us and we could ignore them. I told Beth "Tomorrow night, I will be a wealthy Senegalese businessman and you will be my beautiful Parisian mistress. We have flown into Denver on our way to Aspen and have stopped for a meal at the Palace. Denver is still as insecure about its' cultural appeal and sophistication in foreign eyes as when the Browns built this place in the last century. I am sure that everyone will be trying to empress us with their cosmopolitanism. "

When I picked her up in the Mercedes with Gary dressed as a chauffeur, Beth was very impressed. She looked ravishing in a very fine white silk blouse open to just above the bra clasp at her sternum and tight black mid thigh skirt. The silk barely showed the dark of her aureoles and the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Both Gary and I were also impressed. The car was warm enough to make her take her coat off and we all shared a jay of my best stash before heading out. The mix of potent weed and black tar opium soon had Beth's inhibitions down and we were necking and petting like we were in our teen years in the back seat.

"Je ne peux pas attendre pour mettre mon grand coq noir dans votre bouche. « Beth nodded but glanced at the back of Gary's head before lowering her own into my lap. "Eyes front Gary, you just watch the road." Of course Gary knew that the Mercedes' rear view mirror was electronically controlled from the steering wheel and I could hear the little motor whine whenever we came to a stoplight. I repaid his discreet voyeurism by pulling up Beth's skirt to manipulate her moist and tender chatte with two fingers inside and my thumb outside on her hot button while she ministered to my old nine-iron. While writhing around my fingers, Beth's felation skills only continued to improve as she explored my organ as if it were a wonderful amusement park for her tongue and mouth with occasional thrusts to bury me as deep in her throat and for as long as she could. I finally had to grab and squeeze my self to prevent ruining our clothes as Beth started to orgasm. 

"Oh s'asseoir et nous sommes ici." Beth sat up as if she were waking from a dream to realize we were in front of the hotel. As she wiped at her face and pulled herself together Gary rushed around to open the car door for us with a grin he could barely conceal. Beth responded with a blushing, guilty smile of her own. I began to realize that she had a streak of exhibitionism and that she got turned on by being exposed for the appreciation of others.

The grand inside of the hotel with its lighted arches and walls of yellow marble and deep plush carpets was very impressive and we were shown to our table quickly by a very polite maître'd . As we talked, I ordered the Foie gras, truffle soup, lamb for Beth, duck L'Orange for myself, and fruit crepes for desert along with a fine Beaujolais to accompany the meal.

The dinner was sumptuous and leisurely and our conversation in French was sparkling. Beth had a professional appreciation of the wait staff and I was able to share my hobby of people watching by commenting on our fellow diners. I noticed that a nearby couple seemed to be following our conversation and I assessed them silently. The woman was an older blonde and seemed to regard us with a haughty distain. From her intonation in French I detected a Swiss accent. The male had a gray military crew cut and was grizzled in a way that comes from a life in a lot of sun but the top of his head and the back of his neck were fair. His dark eyes looked hard and so did his hands but they lacked the calluses that come from farm work. The faded L.P.N. (Legio Patria Nostra) tattooed on his wrist above the stainless steel Rolex confirmed that he was Ex-Legion.

I raised my glass in toast "Vive La France, Vive La Senegal, rappelez-vous Camarón" referring to a glorious but losing battle fought by badly outnumbered Legionnaires guarding a military payroll at a hacienda somewhere between Veracruz and Mexico City. His eyes lit up and he raised his glass to join my toast and gave an appreciative nod to Beth. I noticed that the woman did not join the toast and continued her hostile looks. 

Later, I heard the blonde mutter something about a "singe épris de tramp" after glancing at Beth and I started to get hot under the collar and was considering several comments regarding her personal habits and genealogy that I picked up in Marsalis.

However, Beth and her waitresses' sense of timing responded wonderfully. She waited until the Ex- Legionnaire had taken a large sip of wine and leaned forward in a stage whisper that only they could hear. "Je ne peux pas attendre pour vous mettre à votre grand coq noir dans ma petite chatte blanche." He lost control and sprayed the mouthful of wine across the table and all over the blond. She started screaming about her dress and I quietly requested the check. The waiter replied that it was already taken care of by Gary and handed me a room key.

Beth looked at me in surprise as we walked down the hall to Gary's room with its fireplace and piano and chilling Champagne and remarked that this was somebody's apartment and then I had to explain about the poker game. She laughed and stepped into my arms "Am I part of your winnings?" I responded with a passionate kiss and we shared another joint and a glass of the bubbly. Then she sat back to display a vast expanse of silk stocking clad leg and bare thigh and smiled "And what would the wealthy Senegalese gentleman like to do with his little tramp mistress?"

"Judging by the Officers that I had to escort around Ft. Benning as translator, the Senegalese are quite inventive about introducing various parts of their selves into every part of a woman's anatomy."I replied with a suggestive leer.

Beth's eyes widened and she reddened noticeably but handling it well she replied "Well, I hope you will take into account your slave/mistress's lack of worldly experience and grant me the consideration of gradual introduction to these practices." 

My heart skipped a beat and I felt Mr. Johnson rise to the occasion. "I guess we could start by you showing off my Christmas presents."

She replied by raising her silk clad leg to caress its length and display the tops of her lacy thigh-highs and garters. She then opened her blouse to show off her demi-bra and the way it pushed up and revealed her breasts in all their glory. Walking over to the piano bench she put one foot up on the bench and bent to adjust the ankle strap of her high heel giving me a beautiful view of her naked bush and gleaming lower lips. "What are you looking at?" Looking over her shoulder at my lustful gaze she brought her fingers slowly up to smooth her stockings all the way to the tops and then to caress her bare inner thighs and lower cheeks and sensually stroke the slickness of her labia.

"Are you ready for me? I'm ready for you." And she started to unzip her skirt but the zipper jammed and without even pausing she pulled it off over her head and dropped her blouse to stand in just her heels, hose, garters and bra. With a shy smile on her face, the close resemblance to Bettie Paige took me back to the first naked woman I had ever seen in the pages of men's magazines in the forties. 

The sight was magnificent and I quickly stripped down to my boxers with Beth appreciatively appraising the dome tent in my shorts. I pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs to push my head between her thighs. She had never experienced this I could tell she was shocked by her sharp intake of breath which quickly became a groan as I started kissing her inner thighs and the sensitive skin between her thighs and her Mons.

Now I grew up with the traditional macho black aversion to cunnilingus and Adele would not tolerate it but like several other things I left behind in East St. Louis, I left that reluctance behind and I still liked to practice it on special occasions. As I looked at the combination of innocence and sexual wild woman that Beth had become, I couldn't resist burying my face in her clean and musky pubic hair. 

After her initial shock, Beth arched her back and pulled me by the back of the head into her center and my tongue found her already wet essence. I lowered her back onto the bed and began to work on her most sensitive parts. She opened up like a flower and was soon moaning and panting as she writhed on the bed. I worked two fingers into her and curved them up to massage the back of her clit while she began bucking against my mouth. When I used my little finger to push into her puckered virgin rosebud she screamed and went into a convulsive orgasm that left her limp and dazed. When she came around she sat up to remove her bra and heels and then my boxers.

When old John Thomas swung out to brush her lips, she grinned and began to kiss and fondle it, before pulling it into her mouth to continue the enthusiastic felation she had begun in the car. I marveled at how quickly she had gone from no experience at all to the wonderful Felatrix bobbing her head below me. "You like this old nigger cock, don't you?

"Uh hunh!" was the best she could manage with her lips wrapped around my now slick ebony shaft as she tried to swallow it whole.

I finally had to stop her and pull her off gasping with a string of saliva trailing from her lips to my cock head as I bent to kiss her. I pushed her back on the bed to stand between her wide spread, silk clad knees. She just looked up at me with eyes grown heavy with lust. "Venir ici et de baise-moi maintenant!" She demanded. 

I was already rock hard as I knelt between her out thrust legs and worked my gleaming knob into her thick slippery labia. She groaned and pushed back to meet me. The tight heat of her channel was wonderful as I bent her knees towards her chest and I slowly pushed into her. I gradually pulled out to rock back and forth a few times before beginning to rapidly slam back into her. Beth pushed her ankles around my neck and grabbed the back of my thighs to pull me deeper into her swollen nethers. 

"Baise-moi, baise-moi, oh fuck me, fuck meee!" She cried.

I remember at age thirteen opening with trembling hands the pages of a skin magazine with Bettie Paige posing in nothing but stockings and a garter belt. The one page showing her hairy pubic triangle nearly drove me wild.Now here I was, the same little black kid grown into an almost 36 year old man, looking down on a young woman who could easily rival Bettie dressed in garter and stockings lying on her back with her legs spread. Moaning and writhing as I pistoned my black shaft into her, she was better by far than any fantasy my teen aged mind could have imagined. 

Beth's mounting excitement revealed itself in a flushed face and chest, taught nipples and increasingly wet channel. Her head was flopping back and forth and whipping from side to side. Suddenly, her face turned scarlet and her eyes rolled back into her head as she clutched my thighs and I felt her vagina clench on my cock and I watched and felt her spurt all over our linked groins. After that powerful orgasm she looked up at me and said. " I want to taste your sperm when you come." 

I was on the verge myself and as I started to come inside her I grabbed the base of my shaft and squeezed until I could reposition my body over her face and thrust my glans into her waiting mouth. The first blast hit her lips and the next few went into her mouth until come was running out onto her cheeks and neck. I was shouting incoherently as she licked, stroked and milked me to completion. My essence was running down her cheek and into her hair.

She laughed. "I love this. I love the taste of your cock coming in my mouth, I feel like I am giving back the pleasure you have given me" As she kissed my cock she looked in my eyes. 

I felt like telling her I loved her but the fact that I was a happily married man and she was an impressionable young demi-verge on the rebound from a grievous hurt gave me pause. Instead I gratefully lay down beside her and we hugged and shared a deep soul kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and she observed my partial re-arousal. She reached down to grasp my manhood and pull me into her mouth to suck me into the depths of her throat and suck and fondle me until I rose to the occasion. 

I knelt beside her and reached down to fondle and delve into her silky slick folds until she was moaning and writhing. Beth tried to get as much as she could into her throat until she was pushing her face against my groin. When she coughed and gagged, I pulled out to resume laying pipe between her silken thighs. Beth was highly aroused and she urged me to fuck her harder and faster until she shouted that she was going to squirt again and drenched our joining until we were slapping together with a loud wet sound. I thought of the sight of her lily white ass being plumbed by my black member and that drove me to suggest she might do better forward. 

"Forward, like this?" Beth asked and she turned around on hands and knees to present her beautiful round ass to my loving assault and plunder.

I moaned with pleasure as I rubbed myself between her cheeks and then I teased her "Now which hole do I want? Enie, meene, miney, moe." As she looked back in alarm I plunged my self back into the depths of her frothing pussy and she screamed and bucked in pleasure and rocked back and forth with her long black hair and conical breasts swaying with the beat of my thrusting.

"Oh, my god!" she moaned and turned to look at me while my balls slapped her slick wet cheeks. The sight of her young innocent face clouded with lust will stay in my mind forever as she exclaimed "I want you to fuck me until I cry uncle!" With that, I really started to slam into her.

Tossing her head back and forth with her mane of thick black hair waving and her petite Tetons with their pebble hard nipples jerking back and forth in a increasingly rapid tempo, Beth reached back to grab my bicep and I lifted her leg until she was poised on one arm and one knee and swinging back and forth against my nine iron until she began a high pitched wavering cry that culminated in another orgasm. I lowered her back down and continued pulling her perfect apple shaped ass onto my pistoning rod until she cried out and ejaculated her female juices again.

With her face against the mattress and her fingers wildly clutching the sheets and her tush thrust into the air, Beth called out "I want to feel you coming in me again!"

I asked her "Is that what you want? You want me to unload all this hot cum in you? You want me to cum inside your hot little pussy?"

She responded by groaning and grabbing my hand. "Come in me, oh god, oh god, fuck me, cum with me, fuck me with your big black cock! Come for me baby!"

With her vagina spasming, I erupted. "I'm gonna cum, open up, I'm gonna cum!" and continued to jerk against her silk clad thighs until I was spent. I looked down to see that my mostly buried ebony shaft was slick and gleaming with a milky froth. As I pulled out, Beth whimpered and with her ass shuddering continued to spasm until a large thick stream of my sperm poured out of her swollen violet-hued lips and fell to puddle in the sheets below.

"Dear sweet Jesus, that was fantastic! I feel like I'm on fire." Beth continued to lay with her face against the sheets and her ass in the air smiling back at me while I poured us some bubbly. "What are you looking at?" When I knelt on the bed, she got up and crawled on hands and knees across the bed to worship Mr. Johnson with licks, kisses and sucking. She also laced her fingers and pulled my licorice stick to her chest and rub on it with her breasts pushed together with her palms while I lay and held her glass so that we could sip champagne together. When my member had resumed its parabolic state, I pulled her up to kiss me. She crawled up to my chest and straddled my lap and nestled between her cheeks she continued to massage me while lubricating both of us with our commingled juices. 

Beth sighed between sips of wine and kisses. "I'd like to do it again but I'm starting to feel a little raw down there."

In reply, I reached over and took some K-Y on my finger and rubbed it between her labia and anus and ass cheeks and then slowly inserted it into her anal passage. "You're lucky little girl, I have a very interesting alternative which I think you may enjoy." 

Her eyes widened in nervous anticipation of the size of my nine-iron and then they fluttered as she gasped. "Go ahead, do anything you want to me." I had her lay on her side with her knees to her chest exposing her rear entrance to my gentle assault. I knelt behind her and lubed myself. As I gradually pushed my glans up against her tight little rosebud, Beth's sphincter resisted but gradually relaxed. I saw her grimace and she groaned softly. I paused with half the head in her anal entrance. 

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"Oh, don't stop, I want to feel you inside me, don't stop." She whispered hoarsely. With that her sphincter suddenly relaxed and I slid into her hot tight virgin asshole. "Oh god!" she groaned and reached back to put her hand on top of mine as I slowly moved back and forth inside her. "This is so different, I feel so strange."




I Remember Bethany Ch. 03 (Illustrated)







I Remember Bethany Ch. 03 (Illustrated)



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"Oh, don't stop, I want to feel you inside me, don't stop." She whispered hoarsely. With that her sphincter suddenly relaxed and I slid into her hot tight virgin asshole. "Oh god!" she groaned and reached back to put her hand on top of mine as I slowly moved back and forth inside her. "This is so different, I feel so strange."

When the initial discomfort wore off and she began to moan in pleasure as I told her how wonderfully tight and hot it felt to be inside her fantastic ass. She groaned and reached back to pull me more deeply into the depths of her asshole and rock back and forth against me.

As our tempo increased her eyes shut tight and her brow furrowed. With barred and gritted teeth and she strained to pull me deeper into her colon with each thrust. Her cheeks and forehead reddened and her brows lifted towards the middle of her forehead as Beth began to orgasm. Her rectum contracted almost painfully as she shuddered in climax.

With a contented sigh, she turned to look me in the eye and give me a deep kiss. 

As I continued to thrust she rolled onto her stomach so that I was above her and she began to chant "Oh fuck me, fuck me, it feels so good , fuck me, please don't stop, fuck me in the ass; aeeee!." 

I crouched above her plunging myself between her cheeks, my balls slapping her pussy as she raised her ass to meet me. I laid down on her sweating and heaving back. As I put my face beside hers she arched her back, her lips curved in pleasure and strained with the unexpected bittersweet pleasure of my invasion of her virgin backside. She laced her fingers in mine and face almost purple she came again and collapsed.

"Please come in me, I can't take it anymore." She panted. 

I released all my inhibitions and straddled her legs so that they were together and her slick cheeks were squeezing me with each thrust, I wildly pumped into her until my own release. "Oh my god!" she cried "Your cum feels so hot in me!"

I collapsed onto her and as our sweaty bodies panted I saw her give me a shy smile. "Does my master like this slave's young white ass?"



"My old nigger cock loves this young white ass and so do I." I panted as I lay on her back. When we finally pulled apart, another stream of sperm poured out of her. 

"I hope Gary owed you a lot of money because we sure made a mess of his sheets." Beth laughed "So did you like your trip around the world?" she grinned and I laughed at the old reference to triple orifice penetration.

"Yes, did you enjoy your trip?"

"It was better than going to Hawaii." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.

Gary had the hotel install one of those new whirlpool tubs made by the Jacuzzi brothers for his back and legs from standing and cooking all day and we decided to try it out. I had Beth straddle one of the jets while I bathed her delta of Venus with my tongue and she returned the favor. We were both too worn out to climax but we enjoyed playing with each others genitals and back entrances in the hot bubbling water.

Later, as we were drifting off to sleep with her head in my chest, Beth whispered "Now that I've given you everything I have; I want to give you my heart too. I really do belong to you now." 

"But Beth, that's not right. You belong to yourself and what you choose to give or receive is your decision and yours alone. And yes, you do have a part of my heart too, but the other part belongs to Adele and my daughters."

"I know that and I wouldn't want it any other way. I only want you to know what I feel inside."

Late next morning I awoke to Beth's luscious lips bobbing up and down on my Johnson. I reached over to pull her hips up in order to have her straddle my face for her first sixty-nine. I also used my fingers in both her orifices until she was moaning around my cock and the vibrations felt wonderful. Beth came quickly and then she insisted on turning around to face me and impale herself with my nine-iron deep in her pussy. "I want to watch you from above this time." We started slowly but soon she was grinding herself against me. My hands were clutching her ass cheeks as they rocked back and forth on my groin. At the height of our passion Beth whispered through clenched teeth. "Please touch me 'back there'." I gladly obliged her by pushing my little finger into her rectum and we both plunged into a wild bucking orgasm that left us quivering. For a long time whenever either one of us would twitch; it would set off a shiver in both of us.

Later at brunch, I don't remember anyone else being there. Everything seemed to be in a golden haze.

Beth surprised me by stating "I can feel that you're holding something back from me. I think I deserve to know what it is."

"Am I that easy to read? All right, I was hoping to tell you later so that it wouldn't ruin our Christmas but I guess I should tell you that I just received orders to transfer to Walter Reed and I can't refuse. There's a promotion involved and Adele has relatives in DC and she wants the girls to have a shot at a better education in one of the black colleges back there. We're moving in mid-May"

Beth put her hand on mine and she was smiling but I could see the tears gathering. "I suppose this is for the best, otherwise we would have to break it off pretty soon because of how much I'm beginning to want you. This way I won't have the temptation and heartbreak of knowing you're here in Denver." Tears started to roll down her cheeks. 

Watching her cry broke my heart and I needed to do something else and I spotted a piano in the corner. I walked over and checked if it was in tune. It was and I began. "You must remember this. A kiss is still a kiss; a sigh is still a sigh. The fundamental things apply as time goes by."

A smile broke through her tears. "Ah yes George; I guess we'll always have the Palace."

TO BE CONTINUED…



I Remember Bethany Ch. 03



When the initial discomfort wore off and she began to moan in pleasure as I told her how wonderfully tight and hot it felt to be inside her fantastic ass. She groaned and reached back to pull me more deeply into the depths of her asshole and rock back and forth against me.

As our tempo increased her eyes shut tight and her brow furrowed. With barred and gritted teeth and she strained to pull me deeper into her colon with each thrust. Her cheeks and forehead reddened and her brows lifted towards the middle of her forehead as Beth began to orgasm. Her rectum contracted almost painfully as she shuddered in climax.

With a contented sigh, she turned to look me in the eye and give me a deep kiss. 

As I continued to thrust she rolled onto her stomach so that I was above her and she began to chant "Oh fuck me, fuck me, it feels so good , fuck me, please don't stop, fuck me in the ass; aeeee!." 

I crouched above her plunging myself between her cheeks, my balls slapping her pussy as she raised her ass to meet me. I laid down on her sweating and heaving back. As I put my face beside hers she arched her back, her lips curved in pleasure and strained with the unexpected bittersweet pleasure of my invasion of her virgin backside. She laced her fingers in mine and face almost purple she came again and collapsed.

"Please come in me, I can't take it anymore." She panted. 

I released all my inhibitions and straddled her legs so that they were together and her slick cheeks were squeezing me with each thrust, I wildly pumped into her until my own release.

I collapsed onto her and as our sweaty bodies panted I saw her give me a shy smile. "Does my master like this slave's young white ass?"

"My old nigger cock loves this young white ass and so do I." I panted as I lay on her back. When we finally pulled apart, another stream of sperm poured out of her. 

"I hope Gary owed you a lot of money because we sure made a mess of his sheets." Beth laughed "So did you like your trip around the world?" she grinned and I laughed at the old reference to triple orifice penetration.

"Yes, did you enjoy your trip?"

"It was better than going to Hawaii." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.

Gary had the hotel install one of those new whirlpool tubs made by the Jacuzzi brothers for his back and legs from standing and cooking all day and we decided to try it out. I had Beth straddle one of the jets while I bathed her delta of Venus with my tongue and she returned the favor. We were both too worn out to climax but we enjoyed playing with each others genitals and back entrances in the hot bubbling water.

Later, as we were drifting off to sleep with her head in my chest, Beth whispered "Now that I've given you everything I have; I want to give you my heart too. I really do belong to you now." 

"But Beth, that's not right. You belong to yourself and what you choose to give or receive is your decision and yours alone. And yes, you do have a part of my heart too, but the other part belongs to Adele and my daughters."

"I know that and I wouldn't want it any other way. I only want you to know what I feel inside."

Late next morning I awoke to Beth's luscious lips bobbing up and down on my Johnson. I reached over to pull her hips up in order to have her straddle my face for her first sixty-nine. I also used my fingers in both her orifices until she was moaning around my cock and the vibrations felt wonderful. Beth came quickly and then she insisted on turning around to face me and impale herself with my nine-iron deep in her pussy. "I want to watch you from above this time." We started slowly but soon she was grinding herself against me. My hands were clutching her ass cheeks as they rocked back and forth on my groin. At the height of our passion Beth whispered through clenched teeth. "Please touch me 'back there'." I gladly obliged her by pushing my little finger into her rectum and we both plunged into a wild bucking orgasm that left us quivering. For a long time whenever either one of us would twitch; it would set off a shiver in both of us.

Later at brunch, I don't remember anyone else being there. Everything seemed to be in a golden haze.

Beth surprised me by stating "I can feel that you're holding something back from me. I think I deserve to know what it is."

"Am I that easy to read? All right, I was hoping to tell you later so that it wouldn't ruin our Christmas but I guess I should tell you that I just received orders to transfer to Walter Reed and I can't refuse. There's a promotion involved and Adele has relatives in DC and she wants the girls to have a shot at a better education in one of the black colleges back there. We're moving in mid-May"

Beth put her hand on mine and she was smiling but I could see the tears gathering. "I suppose this is for the best, otherwise we would have to break it off pretty soon because of how much I'm beginning to want you. This way I won't have the temptation and heartbreak of knowing you're here in Denver." Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Watching her cry broke my heart and I needed to do something else and I spotted a piano in the corner. I walked over and checked if it was in tune. It was and I began. "You must remember this. A kiss is still a kiss; a sigh is still a sigh. The fundamental things apply as time goes by." 

A smile broke through her tears. "Ah yes George; I guess we'll always have the Palace."

TO BE CONTINUED...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 04



(In which Beth strips in public and finds that she enjoys exhibitionism)

Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected her feelings and didn't do anything to reignite our affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I come home right after work and taking the Mercedes because she said that she and the girls needed the transportation while I was left with the MG and there was no way I or anybody else but a contortionist could fuck in a MG.

We tried to be just friends but it was hard on both of us, I often found myself staring at her and I occasionally caught her staring at me with longing. Sometimes the pangs of desire were almost unbearable. I tried to council her to seek out somebody new but she said that she didn't want to start up with anybody at school because of gossip and she didn't want to start picking guys up in bars especially at the Goldrush. I think we both meant to keep it on a platonic level but sometimes events have a way of conspiring against even the best of intentions.

The period after New Years is always a dead time in any bar so Jimmy had come up with the idea of a wet t-shirt contest a few years back and it had grown into a local institution. As a part of the competition, he told all the waitresses that if they wanted to work that night they had to compete in the contest. Beth at first hesitated but because of financial desperation and the lure of large tips plus my encouragement caused her to sign up for that Saturday night. I told her how beautiful and sexy she was and that she should show off her newfound persona.

Saturday night came and Jimmy had all the girls exchange their white blouses for French cut white t-shirts that stated "I got soaked at the Goldrush" across the midriff. The place was packed in anticipation of the contest and the liquor was flowing freely. The first part of the contest was for the female customers and jimmy had hired a couple of ringers from the topless clubs downtown. Jimmy handed out free t-shirts to the contestants. Several guys had brought in their girlfriends and a few sorority sisters got in on a dare and were egging each other into upping the ante.

I remember that I was playing a lot of songs by an acquaintance of mine from New Orleans named Henry Byrd (Professor Longhair) mostly stuff like 'Big Chief' and Tippitina' when the female customers started to get drenched in warm water and dance in completion on our makeshift stage. Jimmy had designed the contest in successive single elimination steps so that the girl with the least applause had to quit before the next round. They also had to down a drink between each round. The first girl up was a ringer and sill had a bikini top under her shirt and undid the strings and pulled off the bikini from under the shirt to wild applause. The rest of the contestants got the point and their was a short delay while the girls removed their bras from under their shirts. After that they danced across the stage with their breasts on display under wet fabric.

For the second round the contestants were lightly sprayed with ice water to make their nipples stand up. By the third round, the girls were much less inhibited with some bending forward to display their freely swinging tities. At the end of that round the second ringer pulled off her pants to dance in her bikini bottom and t-shirt. The couple of contestants who refused to follow suit were quickly eliminated and soon all the women were dancing in cotton briefs or opaque pantyhose. At the end of that round the second ringer pulled up her shirt to give the crowd a flash of her naked tits. At the start of the next round, the first ringer just pulled off her shirt and threw it out into the crowd. After that each female was greeted with stamping feet and cries of "take it off- take it off!" They all complied and one by one they all pulled off their shirts to wild applause. The contest was won by an initially shy sorority sister who ended up shaking her large, well shaped breasts over the cheering crowd.

During her break, Beth and I shared a joint and she confessed to being very nervous but I reassured her that she was very beautiful and that she had my vote.

"And now what you've all been waiting for -- the Goldrush Girls." Jimmy announced. "This part of the contest will only have one round." Obviously Jimmy did not want to have his wait staff not serving drinks for an extended time. "Each girl will have one and only one chance to win your vote and you vote by putting your dollars in this." And he held up a plastic bucket which he place in front of the stage.

The first woman up was a veteran waitress and she set the pace with a slow bump and grind routine in which she stroked her breasts and played with her nipples before unzipping her skirt and dancing around in her wet t-shirt and pantyhose before pulling off her shirt and swinging it around her head to toss it into the cheering crowd. Several of her regulars rushed forward to leave large tips in the bucket. Jimmy counted the money and put the total next to her name on the chalkboard near the darts board. Each waitress followed suit in a similar manner to play to her regulars and tantalize the others while stripping down to her pantyhose and pumps. Only one was different, ending up in a tiny opaque bikini bottom to great applause. 

Beth was last and when Jimmy poured water on her it was clear that still wearing a bra. A few disappointed jeers died out when they could see that it was a demi-cup push up that left her small but perfect breasts high and her hard dark ½ inch nipples prominently displayed. I started playing Edith Piaf's 'Non, je ne regrette rien' and she smiled and started a slow sensuous dance that was distinguished by her total self-adsorption as she stroked her arms and chest before working down to linger at her waist before slowly unzipping her skirt to step out of it and reveal her black silk stockings and garter belt. Her underwear was a bikini cut French silk trimmed in lace and I am sure it was opaque when dry but wet it was completely transparent. Her beautiful black bush was clearly visible as was the crack between her cheeks. The crowd gasped but Beth seemed oblivious as she turned her back on the bar and slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head while staring at me as I played. The crowd started to whistle and stomp at the sight of her nearly nude backside until she spun around with her hands over her head and her legs spread in triumphant display, her pubic hair and coral lips visible to everyone. Beth beamed in her glory to the howls of the crowd before glancing down to notice to her horror that she was practically naked in front of a large crowd of men. She turned scarlet and dropped her hands to cover her privates before rushing off the stage. The crowd loved it and cheered and clapped before rushing forward to fill the bucket with money. Beth paused to whisper "Thank you George." Before she ducked onto the restroom to redress.

She easily won the contest and half the total tip money and the crowd continued to give her large tips just for the pleasure of seeing the tops of her breasts as she bent forward to serve them. I noticed that she accommodated this by leaving one more button undone than usual.

When she brought me my drink she whispered "Is there any way that we could get together tonight?"

I replied that my wife suspected that this was more than a casual fling and she was waiting up for me and the MG or even Beth's Mustang were no place for a quickie.

"But I'm so hot for you right now, all of this has made me extremely horny." She complained.

A thought occurred to me and I said "Prove it to me, give me your panties and I'll see what I can do." She didn't even hesitate but instead ducked behind the piano to quickly peel them off. When she stuffed the tiny wad in my hand they were still damp I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply. Beth smiled but blushed furiously as I got up to talk to Jimmy.

A short while later I approached to give her the key to the storeroom downstairs. "But Jimmy never gives this out. He guards his liquor like a hawk." She exclaimed.

"Well I asked him for a favor. Meet me down there when we close. We don't have much time because I have to give the key back to him before he closes up." I warned her.

After the last customer as Jimmy was locking up and doing the books, I stole down to the storeroom to find Beth standing under the single bulb with her blouse open and her skirt pulled up to display the naked glory of her silk framed pussy. "You see I'm ready for you, are you ready for me?"

As I stepped forward to embrace her, our tongues met and her hands flew to my belt buckle and zipper. She quickly pulled down my pants and boxers. She squatted and began and lick and suck the black sausage that leaped out to greet her ruby lips. Beth put her hand behind my nuts to pull my cock into her until it was past her tonsils and half way down her throat. We both trembled as I held the back of her head while she blew hot breath from her nose on my pubic hair. She held my balls against her widespread lips and chin until she had to pull back to gasp for breath. "Did you lock the door?" she paused after felating me into a rock hard state.

"No" I replied "the key only works from the outside. We don't want to be locked in here when everyone is gone."

Beth laughed. "And how would you explain that to your wife?" as she neatly folded my boxers and trousers and placed them on a clean box. I lifted her up and she shinnied up my torso to lock her legs around my middle and poise her center over my tumescence.

"I bet you climbed trees as a kid." I joked.

"Lots; but this is the first time I did it in silk stockings and heels and I was trying to get stuck on a branch." She gasped as she sank her hot, wet, silky organs down onto my old nine iron. Our tongues met and thrashed while I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me so that we were groin to groin. "Oh my god, this is so good! I've missed this so much. Now fuck me!" she exclaimed with a feral grin.

I responded by lifting her up and pulling my hips back only to slam both of us together. "Ugh, like that? ..Ugh! Is that what you meant?...Ugh!"

"Fuck! Oh shit! Fuck, yes that's it!, Gasp: Oh Wonderful George, give me that wonderful big nigger cock. Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, my big black lover, fuck me hard, please!"

When she was really starting to increase the pace of her self-impalement and her face was turning scarlet, I worked my middle finger into her rosebud. She threw her head back, screamed and ground herself against me until she drenched both of our thighs with her juices.

For a while there was only our panting and the squishing of our genitals, but gradually the slapping of our wet thighs increased in intensity as I could feel Beth's hot, wet breath on my neck and ear. Suddenly she thrust her tongue into my ear and I started to loose it. Before I could erupt into her hot womb, she reached down to grasp and squeeze my Johnson by the base, remove herself and clamber down to squat in front of me and wrap her smiling lips on my manhood. When she finally released her grip, I yelled and began to spurt load after load into her mouth. Looking like a chipmunk, she tried to swallow as much as she could but the force of my sudden release and the involuntary jerking of my hips caused a great deal to escape her lips and dribble down her chin and fall to her breasts and thighs.

"I bet I look like some cheap Parisian streetwalker." She smiled up at me and continued to milk and stroke and suck me while I looked down on her in wonder at the shy self-professed Midwestern prude of a few months back . I noticed the engagement ring was still sparkling on the hand that was fondling my dripping black testicles. Somehow I found that to be incredibly erotic and I began to grow again inside her mouth until I was against her tonsils. Examining my parabolic state, Beth grinned in self-satisfaction and reaching into her purse, she produced a tube of KY jelly and liberally coated my ebony phallus until it shined. Standing and turning around, she placed Mr. Johnson between her cheeks and began to rub them up and down on the slick length of it until we were both gleaming. "Take me around the world again. Please, George."

I didn't need to be asked twice and pressing my cock head against her rectum I encountered the familiar initial resistance. She keened softly until the glans penetrated the muscular ring of the entrance and then the rest of me followed with a rush and a gasp and a groan of pleasure from us both. My jewels were flush with her wet pussy and I held it there while we got used to the heat and intensity and tightness of her anal passage. 

As I pulled back she began to tremble and I worked just the head back and forth until she was panting and I slammed back into her. "Oh Jesus, Oh God!' she moaned and her legs threatened to give way under her. I gradually began to pick up the pace, and she put her foot up in the shelf in front of her and grabbed the shelf above with both hands to brace herself as my thighs began slamming against her reddening cheeks. I could feel my testicles slapping against the wet curls of her pussy with each thrust.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Fuck me; fuck my ass with your big black nigger cock! Fuck me deeper; fuck me in the ass until I scream. Oh God, Oh God, harder! Oh God I'm gonna cum. FUCK ME! AHEEEE!" She cried and again drenched our joining and twitched and gasped while her glut muscles clenched and trembled around my swollen dick. I reached under her to support her heaving chest and abdomen. Her face was crimson and her chest and belly were bathed in sweat. She was incapable of speech but she reached back to lovingly caress my sopping wet balls.

I had just resumed laying pipe into Beth's hot tight asshole when suddenly she froze in alarm and gasped in the middle of a low moan when she glanced at the entrance to the storeroom. "There's someone outside the door!"

"Relax, it's only Jimmy. He just wants to watch. Why do you think he gave us the key?

She jerked her head down so that her hair hid her burning cheeks as she suffered the embarrassment of realizing that her black boss had just watched her guzzling cum and getting fucked in the ass while begging for her older, married, black lover to bugger her harder. But what could she do? She could cover herself and run from the room past Jimmy or cower in the corner behind the boxes. She was torn with indecision plus there was nine inches of thick black cock lovingly lodged up her sweet colon.

I offered to stop and started to withdraw but she moaned "No-oo." She pleaded with her voice shaking she reached back to pull my buttocks back into her. "Don't stop! Please don't stop." She kept her head down but pushed her ass back at me until I resumed her impalement. 

Resuming the pace, I watched from the side as her hair and her tits rocked with each thrust. At first she just grunted in pleasure but soon she was screaming at me to fuck her harder and faster as she clutched at my thighs and told me to come deep in her ass. I thought she had forgotten all about Jimmy until I noticed her staring at the door in the thrall of lust and humiliation and the excitement of being watched. Finally, she closed her eyes as she surrendered to another screaming, squirting orgasm that drove me over the edge with her until I exploded and emptied my nuts into her hot bowels with her yelping in mindless pleasure with each hot jet of my sperm.

We ended our long climax with her leaning with the side of her red sweaty face against a case of Jim Beam as she clutched me up against her twitching ass and she watched her old black boss masturbate into her lacy silk underwear until thick ropy sperm spurted through the wet silk. She watched with a small smile as he grinned and carefully folded them up to place in his pocket and disappear back up the stairs. 

As I extracted my self from her reddened cheeks a stream of pearl trickled out and down her silk-clad leg. Beth looked back to smile at me. "So that's what you wanted them for." She remarked hoarsely as she slowly pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful gleaming butt. 

"I think you liked being watched." I remarked in wonder.

But Beth only gave me her best Mona Lisa smile before she kissed me and we walked out of that door.

To be continued...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 04 (Illustrated)



 (In which Beth strips in public and finds that she enjoys exhibitionism)

Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected her feelings and didn't do anything to reignite our affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I come home right after work and taking the Mercedes because she said that she and the girls needed the transportation while I was left with the MG and there was no way I or anybody else but a contortionist could fuck in a MG.

We tried to be just friends but it was hard on both of us, I often found myself staring at her and I occasionally caught her staring at me with longing. Sometimes the pangs of desire were almost unbearable. I tried to council her to seek out somebody new but she said that she didn't want to start up with anybody at school because of gossip and she didn't want to start picking guys up in bars especially at the Goldrush. I think we both meant to keep it on a platonic level but sometimes events have a way of conspiring against even the best of intentions.

The period after New Years is always a dead time in any bar so Jimmy had come up with the idea of a wet t-shirt contest a few years back and it had grown into a local institution. As a part of the competition, he told all the waitresses that if they wanted to work that night they had to compete in the contest. Beth at first hesitated but because of financial desperation and the lure of large tips plus my encouragement caused her to sign up for that Saturday night. I told her how beautiful and sexy she was and that she should show off her newfound persona.

Saturday night came and Jimmy had all the girls exchange their white blouses for French cut white t-shirts that stated "I got soaked at the Goldrush" across the midriff. The place was packed in anticipation of the contest and the liquor was flowing freely. The first part of the contest was for the female customers and jimmy had hired a couple of ringers from the topless clubs downtown. Jimmy handed out free t-shirts to the contestants. Several guys had brought in their girlfriends and a few sorority sisters got in on a dare and were egging each other into upping the ante.

I remember that I was playing a lot of songs by an acquaintance of mine from New Orleans named Henry Byrd (Professor Longhair) mostly stuff like 'Big Chief' and Tippitina' when the female customers started to get drenched in warm water and dance in completion on our makeshift stage. Jimmy had designed the contest in successive single elimination steps so that the girl with the least applause had to quit before the next round. They also had to down a drink between each round. The first girl up was a ringer and sill had a bikini top under her shirt and undid the strings and pulled off the bikini from under the shirt to wild applause. The rest of the contestants got the point and their was a short delay while the girls removed their bras from under their shirts. After that they danced across the stage with their breasts on display under wet fabric.

For the second round the contestants were lightly sprayed with ice water to make their nipples stand up. By the third round, the girls were much less inhibited with some bending forward to display their freely swinging tities. At the end of that round the second ringer pulled off her pants to dance in her bikini bottom and t-shirt. The couple of contestants who refused to follow suit were quickly eliminated and soon all the women were dancing in cotton briefs or opaque pantyhose. At the end of that round the second ringer pulled up her shirt to give the crowd a flash of her naked tits. At the start of the next round, the first ringer just pulled off her shirt and threw it out into the crowd. After that each female was greeted with stamping feet and cries of "take it off- take it off!" They all complied and one by one they all pulled off their shirts to wild applause. The contest was won by an initially shy sorority sister who ended up shaking her large, well shaped breasts over the cheering crowd.

During her break, Beth and I shared a joint and she confessed to being very nervous but I reassured her that she was very beautiful and that she had my vote.

"And now what you've all been waiting for -- the Goldrush Girls." Jimmy announced. "This part of the contest will only have one round." Obviously Jimmy did not want to have his wait staff not serving drinks for an extended time. "Each girl will have one and only one chance to win your vote and you vote by putting your dollars in this." And he held up a plastic bucket which he place in front of the stage.

The first woman up was a veteran waitress and she set the pace with a slow bump and grind routine in which she stroked her breasts and played with her nipples before unzipping her skirt and dancing around in her wet t-shirt and pantyhose before pulling off her shirt and swinging it around her head to toss it into the cheering crowd. Several of her regulars rushed forward to leave large tips in the bucket. Jimmy counted the money and put the total next to her name on the chalkboard near the darts board. Each waitress followed suit in a similar manner to play to her regulars and tantalize the others while stripping down to her pantyhose and pumps. Only one was different, ending up in a tiny opaque bikini bottom to great applause. 

Beth was last and when Jimmy poured water on her it was clear that still wearing a bra. A few disappointed jeers died out when they could see that it was a demi-cup push up that left her small but perfect breasts high and her hard dark ½ inch nipples prominently displayed. I started playing Edith Piaf's 'Non, je ne regrette rien' and she smiled and started a slow sensuous dance that was distinguished by her total self-adsorption as she stroked her arms and chest before working down to linger at her waist before slowly unzipping her skirt to step out of it and reveal her black silk stockings and garter belt. Her underwear was a bikini cut French silk trimmed in lace and I am sure it was opaque when dry but wet it was completely transparent. Her beautiful black bush was clearly visible as was the crack between her cheeks. The crowd gasped but Beth seemed oblivious as she turned her back on the bar and slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head while staring at me as I played. The crowd started to whistle and stomp at the sight of her nearly nude backside until she spun around with her hands over her head and her legs spread in triumphant display, her pubic hair and coral lips visible to everyone. Beth beamed in her glory to the howls of the crowd before glancing down to notice to her horror that she was practically naked in front of a large crowd of men. She turned scarlet and dropped her hands to cover her privates before rushing off the stage. The crowd loved it and cheered and clapped before rushing forward to fill the bucket with money. Beth paused to whisper "Thank you George." Before she ducked onto the restroom to redress.

She easily won the contest and half the total tip money and the crowd continued to give her large tips just for the pleasure of seeing the tops of her breasts as she bent forward to serve them. I noticed that she accommodated this by leaving one more button undone than usual.

When she brought me my drink she whispered "Is there any way that we could get together tonight?"

I replied that my wife suspected that this was more than a casual fling and she was waiting up for me and the MG or even Beth's Mustang were no place for a quickie.

"But I'm so hot for you right now, all of this has made me extremely horny." She complained.

A thought occurred to me and I said "Prove it to me, give me your panties and I'll see what I can do." She didn't even hesitate but instead ducked behind the piano to quickly peel them off. When she stuffed the tiny wad in my hand they were still damp I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply. Beth smiled but blushed furiously as I got up to talk to Jimmy.

A short while later I approached to give her the key to the storeroom downstairs. "But Jimmy never gives this out. He guards his liquor like a hawk." She exclaimed.

"Well I asked him for a favor. Meet me down there when we close. We don't have much time because I have to give the key back to him before he closes up." I warned her.

After the last customer as Jimmy was locking up and doing the books, I stole down to the storeroom to find Beth standing under the single bulb with her blouse open and her skirt pulled up to display the naked glory of her silk framed pussy. "You see I'm ready for you, are you ready for me?"



As I stepped forward to embrace her, our tongues met and her hands flew to my belt buckle and zipper. She quickly pulled down my pants and boxers. She squatted and began and lick and suck the black sausage that leaped out to greet her ruby lips. Beth put her hand behind my nuts to pull my cock into her until it was past her tonsils and half way down her throat. We both trembled as I held the back of her head while she blew hot breath from her nose on my pubic hair. She held my balls against her widespread lips and chin until she had to pull back to gasp for breath. "Did you lock the door?" she paused after felating me into a rock hard state.

"No" I replied "the key only works from the outside. We don't want to be locked in here when everyone is gone."

Beth laughed. "And how would you explain that to your wife?" as she neatly folded my boxers and trousers and placed them on a clean box. I lifted her up and she shinnied up my torso to lock her legs around my middle and poise her center over my tumescence.

"I bet you climbed trees as a kid." I joked.

"Lots; but this is the first time I did it in silk stockings and heels and I was trying to get stuck on a branch." She gasped as she sank her hot, wet, silky organs down onto my old nine iron. Our tongues met and thrashed while I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me so that we were groin to groin. "Oh my god, this is so good! I've missed this so much. Now fuck me!" she exclaimed with a feral grin.

I responded by lifting her up and pulling my hips back only to slam both of us together. "Ugh, like that? ..Ugh! Is that what you meant?...Ugh!"

"Fuck! Oh shit! Fuck, yes that's it!, Gasp: Oh Wonderful George, give me that wonderful big nigger cock. Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, my big black lover, fuck me hard, please!"

When she was really starting to increase the pace of her self-impalement and her face was turning scarlet, I worked my middle finger into her rosebud. She threw her head back, screamed and ground herself against me until she drenched both of our thighs with her juices.

For a while there was only our panting and the squishing of our genitals, but gradually the slapping of our wet thighs increased in intensity as I could feel Beth's hot, wet breath on my neck and ear. Suddenly she thrust her tongue into my ear and I started to loose it. Before I could erupt into her hot womb, she reached down to grasp and squeeze my Johnson by the base, remove herself and clamber down to squat in front of me and wrap her smiling lips on my manhood. When she finally released her grip, I yelled and began to spurt load after load into her mouth. Looking like a chipmunk, she tried to swallow as much as she could but the force of my sudden release and the involuntary jerking of my hips caused a great deal to escape her lips and dribble down her chin and fall to her breasts and thighs.



"I bet I look like some cheap Parisian streetwalker." She smiled up at me and continued to milk and stroke and suck me while I looked down on her in wonder at the shy self-professed Midwestern prude of a few months back . I noticed the engagement ring was still sparkling on the hand that was fondling my dripping black testicles. Somehow I found that to be incredibly erotic and I began to grow again inside her mouth until I was against her tonsils. Examining my parabolic state, Beth grinned in self-satisfaction and reaching into her purse, she produced a tube of KY jelly and liberally coated my ebony phallus until it shined. Standing and turning around, she placed Mr. Johnson between her cheeks and began to rub them up and down on the slick length of it until we were both gleaming. "Take me around the world again. Please, George."

I didn't need to be asked twice and pressing my cock head against her rectum I encountered the familiar initial resistance. She keened softly until the glans penetrated the muscular ring of the entrance and then the rest of me followed with a rush and a gasp and a groan of pleasure from us both. My jewels were flush with her wet pussy and I held it there while we got used to the heat and intensity and tightness of her anal passage. 

As I pulled back she began to tremble and I worked just the head back and forth until she was panting and I slammed back into her. "Oh Jesus, Oh God!' she moaned and her legs threatened to give way under her. I gradually began to pick up the pace, and she put her foot up in the shelf in front of her and grabbed the shelf above with both hands to brace herself as my thighs began slamming against her reddening cheeks. I could feel my testicles slapping against the wet curls of her pussy with each thrust.



"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Fuck me; fuck my ass with your big black nigger cock! Fuck me deeper; fuck me in the ass until I scream. Oh God, Oh God, harder! Oh God I'm gonna cum. FUCK ME! AHEEEE!" She cried and again drenched our joining and twitched and gasped while her glut muscles clenched and trembled around my swollen dick. I reached under her to support her heaving chest and abdomen. Her face was crimson and her chest and belly were bathed in sweat. She was incapable of speech but she reached back to lovingly caress my sopping wet balls.

I had just resumed laying pipe into Beth's hot tight asshole when suddenly she froze in alarm and gasped in the middle of a low moan when she glanced at the entrance to the storeroom. "There's someone outside the door!"

"Relax, it's only Jimmy. He just wants to watch. Why do you think he gave us the key?

She jerked her head down so that her hair hid her burning cheeks as she suffered the embarrassment of realizing that her black boss had just watched her guzzling cum and getting fucked in the ass while begging for her older, married, black lover to bugger her harder. But what could she do? She could cover herself and run from the room past Jimmy or cower in the corner behind the boxes. She was torn with indecision plus there was nine inches of thick black cock lovingly lodged up her sweet colon.

I offered to stop and started to withdraw but she moaned "No-oo." She pleaded with her voice shaking she reached back to pull my buttocks back into her. "Don't stop! Please don't stop." She kept her head down but pushed her ass back at me until I resumed her impalement. 

Resuming the pace, I watched from the side as her hair and her tits rocked with each thrust. At first she just grunted in pleasure but soon she was screaming at me to fuck her harder and faster as she clutched at my thighs and told me to come deep in her ass. I thought she had forgotten all about Jimmy until I noticed her staring at the door in the thrall of lust and humiliation and the excitement of being watched. Finally, she closed her eyes as she surrendered to another screaming, squirting orgasm that drove me over the edge with her until I exploded and emptied my nuts into her hot bowels with her yelping in mindless pleasure with each hot jet of my sperm.

We ended our long climax with her leaning with the side of her red sweaty face against a case of Jim Beam as she clutched me up against her twitching ass and she watched her old black boss masturbate into her lacy silk underwear until thick ropy sperm spurted through the wet silk. She watched with a small smile as he grinned and carefully folded them up to place in his pocket and disappear back up the stairs. 

As I extracted my self from her reddened cheeks a stream of pearl trickled out and down her silk-clad leg. Beth looked back to smile at me. "So that's what you wanted them for." She remarked hoarsely as she slowly pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful gleaming butt. 



"I think you liked being watched." I remarked in wonder.

But Beth only gave me her best Mona Lisa smile before she kissed me and we walked out of that door.

To be continued...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 05



In which our heroine meets Broad Billy: hijinks ensue

Adele, my wife had somehow guessed something about Beth and I. There was a continuing tirade about some 'little white tramp' down at the bar where I worked weekend nights and I was on an increasingly short leash. Adele was waiting up for me every night and the only car I could drive was the MG. She also took to calling the bar and the rehab clinic at Fitzsimons Hospital where I worked during the week at random times in order to check if I was there. Jimmy was short on inventory and though he told me that he didn't suspect Beth or me, he still wasn't letting the key to the storeroom leave the chain around his neck. 

Beth, for her part, seemed to take our enforced celibacy in stride but occasionally I found her staring at me with what might be described as longing or just pure lust. Of course, the lust and longing were very real to me and our quick gropes in the hallway and out back on breaks just made things worse.

I also had my own set of problems. My twenty year old nephew from Missouri, Billy arrived to take part in an experimental new paramedic AIT (Advanced Individual Training) at Fitzsimons. He was fresh out of Basic and Jump School. He had been on a football scholarship back home before he injured his ACL (Anterior cruciate ligament) and had to drop out of college in his freshman year and was facing the draft. He was as tall as I but bigger in the chest and shoulders. Smart and good looking but with no money, he decided to enlist. Against my advice, he decided to follow me into the airborne and medical fields. 

Billy was a snowbird (early arrival) because he came on the Thursday before class started on Monday morning. Unfortunately, The Bachelor Enlisted Quarters were full due to renovation and Denver was in the throes of the annual state basketball tournament. There simply were no rooms to be had for love or money. I asked Adele if we could put him up. 

"Not only no, but hell no! Don't you remember the way your skinny assed sister disrespected me at our wedding cause she thought you were too good for me? Besides that, I'm not having any good-looking young stud in the same house with my daughters especially if he's their cousin."

I responded with "You just remember the way you were when you were their age." And things just went downhill after that until she ended up screaming at me. "I don't care what you do with him or what happens to you either! Go stay with one of your good for nothing musician friends for all I care!" She shouted as I took off with the Mercedes.

Actually that wasn't bad advice since there was a jam session happening that night at a club downtown. I picked Billy up at the Military Air Terminal and called Beth to ask her if she wanted to join us. I figured in his dress greens with bloused trousers in jump boots, shaved head and polite manners, Billy would look trustworthy enough for one of my friends to take home for the weekend. 

Unfortunately, I had forgotten the old joke that went "What do you call a musician without a girlfriend? Answer: homeless." All of my pals who had girlfriends couldn't or wouldn't bring a good looking unattached male with a steady job anywhere near their girlfriends. The two without girlfriends were rooming together at the "Y" and I really didn't want Billy in the middle of that.

I ended up setting in on a few sets while Billy and Beth danced to a few fast numbers and got to know each other. I could tell that he was starting to develop a crush on her by the way he couldn't take his eyes off her even though he kept calling her 'Aunt' Beth. For her part, Beth was both charmed and amused by his polite but fawning attentions. 

Billy surprised me by asking if we could play a waltz. It turned out that he had been given some dance lessons in preparation for a formal military ball in High School R.O.T.C. I launched into the Missouri Waltz and since most of the guys were from St. Louie, we quickly had a R&B version of the old standard rocking. Beth hadn't waltzed since Vienna and Billy was rusty but they were soon twirling around the floor to the delight of the mostly black crowd in the club. Afterwards, I shifted into Dexter Gordon's "Round Midnight" and Beth rested her head on Billy's broad chest and smiled at me and he just closed his eyes in bliss as they swayed in the mist of the crowd.

After a few more slow numbers, we broke and I joined them in the booth. Billy had a couple of drinks and started to nod off. I remarked "Poor kid, he's had a long day; good thing I keep a couple of down sleeping bags in the trunk. He should be OK in the back seat."

"Oh no, I can't allow that." Beth replied. "Billy is a very polite young man; he had plenty of opportunity not to be one out on the dance floor. I feel perfectly safe in having him stay on my couch."

"No, Aunt Beth, I don't want to be no trouble to you." Billy interjected.

"Nonsense, your uncle George wouldn't let me sleep in the car and I wont permit you to either. You're sleeping on my couch and that's all there is to it."

"Thanks Beth, I owe you one." I responded as we gathered up our coats and got into the Mercedes as a heavy snow began to fall. Billy passed out in the back as we drove but woke up enough to stagger up the stairs to Beth's apartment with his large duffle bag.

I helped Beth lay out sheets, pillow and blanket on her couched and then I helped get Billy down to his Army--issue boxers. He sleepily tried to cover himself. "Don't worry Billy; it's nothing she hasn't seen before."

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Billy was out like a light. I pulled out a joint for the two of us. When Beth got up to cover Billy with a blanket, I took the opportunity to caress her breast. Beth just turned and smiled and led me by the hand through the glass bead curtain dividing the living room from the bedroom. "I know this snowstorm will mean a late opening for the schools so we can get up late." she promised.

We quickly stripped each other and were almost frantic in our haste and pent-up desire. I was quickly on top of her as she guided me into her wet channel. "Oh god, I've wanted this for so long." She whispered in my ear. Soon we were in the pattern of thrust and response with her long white limbs wrapped around my sweating black back and buttocks.

I half expected her to be distracted by Billy's presence in the front room and I occasionally caught her glancing at the glass-beaded doorway. "Don't worry, that boy is a heavy sleeper; he won't be up till morning." But she still kept looking at the doorway. I felt her stiffen suddenly and saw her clench her eyes shut while her passion only increased and I could feel her get even wetter. _ "Oh ho!"_ I thought._ "Little girl, you have lots of hidden kink, don't you?" _I knew Billy was watching us; I've survived enough ambushes to know when somebody's watching me and I also knew enough to keep doing what I was doing while I considered my next move.

Beth might be excited by the thrill of being caught or watched by a hidden observer but I knew young men. I knew that if Billy watched us he would have to talk to someone about it. I also knew that if he talked, as sure as judgment day, Adele would find out. The perceived insult of my infidelity in front of her sworn enemy's son would have her howling for my gonads to be nailed to the wall. My only hope was to make Billy complaisant in keeping the secret.

Abruptly, I stopped and got up on my knees. "Billy stop spying on us through the curtain and come in here." Beth just looked at me dumbfounded as I got up to sit on the edge of the bed. She quickly scrambled up to hide behind me and I reached around to pull her into a sheltering embrace. "There's nothing shameful gong on here, just two people loving each other. Sit down on that chair next to the wall. I want you to respect the fact that Beth has allowed you to stay with her and you need to respect her secrets. I love her and I don't want her to suffer from you being indiscreet. That also means you are to continue to be a perfect gentleman towards her. Do I make myself clear to you?" Billy gulped and nodded assent.

Beth had her arms covering her breasts with her knees drawn up and her ankles crossed in front of her sex, while her face was turned into my chest in embarrassment. "Beth here is a beautiful woman isn't she?" Billy just nodded, dumb struck. "I bet you haven't seen many nude white women, have you?" 

"J...Just in magazines, and a stripper in Columbus: B...But none was as beautiful as you, Aunt Beth" Billy quickly added. I felt Beth softly chuckle under her breath at his boyish adoration.

"You're right Billy, look at this beautiful ass." And I grabbed Beth's haunch and stroked her thigh. I worked my fingers under her crossed arms and she relaxed enough to allow me to softly cradle her breast. "And just look at these fine titties." I noticed that Beth was shyly smiling despite her embarrassment as I continued to compliment and caress her. I bent my head to suck on her nipple and slipped my hand between her thighs.

I heard a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found her swollen lips and I guided her trembling fingers to my rock hard 'nine-iron'. From old habit her hand began to slowly stroke my manhood. Looking up into Billy's gaping face, I continued. "And what's even better, Beth loves to suck on my cock, don't you? Why don't you show Billy how good you are?" Then I whispered "Just do it, if Billy watches with our permission, it becomes his secret too." Beth glanced at Billy with trepidation but then lowered her face into my lap.

I was right about Beth liking an audience because even though she was nervous and embarrassed, her fellatio was up to her usual world class standard of sucking, licking and deep-throating which seemed to be both slow and languid alternating with rapid bobbing and polishing of just the knob. I confirmed her arousal by pushing my fingers into her flowing passage. When we were both groaning and arching our backs, I stopped Beth and told her to climb on my dick. With barely a glance at Billy, she got up to straddle me. I positioned Beth facing Billy so that he could get the whole benefit. She sank down on my up-thrust mast as if she were lowering herself into a hot bath with a beautiful sigh ending in a moan. I noticed that she was still embarrassed enough to keep her face averted from Billy's gaze.

Billy sat transfixed, afraid to blink for fear of missing anything. This was obviously a first for him. His hand however, was quite busy stroking the growing dome in his shorts. 

Beth appeared as if she was off in her own world but I could tell that she was also quite excited by having such an adoring audience of both Billy and myself. I could feel her trembling and shuddering with each self-impalement as she used her beautiful thighs to raise and lower her sex onto mine. Her head was down and her silken black tresses were swaying and bouncing in conjunction with her breasts. I was assisting with my dark hands on the beautiful white twin globes of her perfect ass. As she neared her climax, I moistened my forefinger and positioned it so that she sank her rosebud the full length of my digit on the down stroke. I heard her gasp and then she spasmed around my manhood and dove into a screaming, squirting orgasm that left her weak and trembling. I sat up and embrace her to kiss her neck. She finally lifted her head brush back her hair and to look at Billy with a bashful guilty smile that I found adorable.



I sank back on the bed pulling back on and spreading her thighs to display the workings of or lovemaking as Beth resumed grinding her pelvis back and forth on mine. I noticed that Beth was grinning at Billy's self manipulation. In an obvious taunt she leaned back to put her hands on my biceps and arched her back to display her chest. Billy responded by increasing the rapidity of his strokes and fully exposing the tent pole that was making a dome out of his shorts. Beth froze, and turning to me in astonishment, gasped "It's huge!" I laughed, and teasing Beth, I called. "Billy, Beth thinks you've got a big dick; why don't you bring it over here and show it to her?" When he hesitated, I played the sergeant. "Trooper, drop 'trou' and present arms." Billy stood and stumbling out of his boxers came to stand in front of both of us clutching his manhood.

Beth could tell I was teasing her and she gave me a playful scowl before she turned around to face the biggest, fattest cock I have ever seen. It was about 11 inches and the head wasn't any bigger than mine. While I have seen longer, the girth was truly amazing. Tapering outwards from the uncircumcised tip it reached a midpoint of at least three inches in width and two in depth and resembled nothing as much as a large blunt spearhead.

Beth gasped again and her hand rose almost by itself to touch the phenomenon before us. Billy responded by asking "Aunt Beth, can I touch your titty?" Beth just nodded dumbly and began to work the foreskin on and off in apparent fascination; I believe that she had never seen an uncircumcised male before this. Billy reached forward to caress her other breast. Beth smiled up at him and pulled his member to her chest with her fingers laced together and her breasts forming a soft cage around Billy's monster cock while she rose and fell the length of him in our lovemaking. The sweat on her chest provided some lubrication and she reached down between her legs to get more.

As Beth rose and fell on my lap, at first she glanced back at me to see if I was bothered by her attention to Billy. I grinned my approval and she turned back to her fascination with the large male organ in front of her. I could tell that she was excited and entranced in the moment by the mounting enthusiasm of her self impalement. For his part, Billy was completely entranced by the beautiful white woman rubbing herself up and down on his dick. At first he didn't know what to do with his hands but he settled on gently placing them on her shoulder blades after brushing her long brunette hair in to the middle of Beth's back. 

Beth was probably lost in the moment and didn't notice Billy's mounting arousal. He was trying to control himself but the whole situation was too much for him. Flat on my back, I saw Billy's eyes cross and roll back in his head as he started to orgasm against Beth's chest.

Then something happened which surprised all three of us. Apparently trying to contain the mess or out of habit with my orgasm, Beth dropped her head down and tried to cram as much of that monster as she could into her mouth and throat. Simultaneously, she went into her own climax again. I quickly followed, bucking up into her gushing, clenching vagina. I believe that Billy had not masturbated at all during the long months of Basic and Jump School because he just continued to jerk and thrust while he poured huge amounts of his cum down Beth's throat. She tied to swallow as much as she could but the amount plus Billy's and my jerking caused streams of sperm to escape her lips and fall on her chest, belly, thighs and pubic hair and mingle with my spend and drip from my clenching balls.



Beth turned to look at me with what I could only describe as dazed embarrassment. I guess she was feeling that somehow she had betrayed me or that now she was a slut in my eyes. She looked so erotic with a trail of sperm trailing from her beautiful ruby lips to Billy's cock. I responded by beaming a great big grin and two thumbs up. 

To Billy, I said "Nephew, you are dammed lucky. Beth here, is the Queen of Colorado cock-sucking and I for one feel honored to experience her talents and so should you." Billy just nodded so I added "Well, go ahead and tell her!"

Billy stammered "T-That's right, Aunt Beth. You are a real wonderful cocksucker and I thank you very much for sucking my cock!"

Beth laughed at the absurdity and blushed "Thank you Billy, but I've had some pretty good equipment to practice on. Here, sit down on the bed and I'll go get something to clean us all up." She returned with warm washcloths and proceeded to wash all of us. I noticed that she was very attentive to Billy's genitals. Both Billy and I then got to appreciate Beth's toilette before she crawled back onto the bed between us. "I feel special with all this attention, most girls wold be lucky to have one good-looking hunk in their bed but here I have two!"

As we were lying there, I was idly running my hand along Beth's inner thigh and she responded by cupping and playing with my balls with her right hand. Not wanting Billy to feel left out, she reached out to lightly stroke his johnson with her left hand. As I watched the sparkle of her engagement ring and the paleness of her long tapering fingers contrast with the purple-black of the monster beneath, I thought to my self, If only her ex-fiancee could see her now. I know that I felt a little jealous but turned on at the same time.

Billy was lightly playing with Beth's left nipple and suddenly his dick twitched and Beth startled and jerked away before giggling and replacing her hand on his growing member as she remarked "Billy, I bet you're real popular with the ladies back home, aren't ya?"

Billy responded in embarrassment "I've never been with any ladies,... before this I mean."

Beth's eyes widened "You mean that you're a ... virgin, Billy?"

"Yes'm Aunt Beth."

Her hand continued to stroke him and I whispered to Beth. "That isn't right. He shouldn't have to go off to war as a virgin or have his first experience with some hooker who could care less. Why don't you take his cherry? He really likes you and to have somebody care about your first time is really important." 

Beth protested and she removed her hand to Billy's disappointment. "How can I do that? I mean how can I have sex with your nephew when you are my lover; isn't that disloyal or something?" 

"Don't you remember what we just did? How could you get any more intimate with Billy? Don't worry about me being jealous. I'm married and I don't have that right. Besides, I'm kind of turned on by all this; I think I like being a voyeur. You have to go with how you feel about having sex with Billy." I reached down between her thighs to find her moist and flowing. "Your chatte seems to like the idea." I joked.

"Are you kidding? My pussy is terrified of the size of that grande cock noir and so am I. ...Well, terrified and excited I guess." Beth added.

"Don't worry, he can take it slow and I'll make sure to stop everything if it starts to hurt too much." I assured her.

"Well how does Billy feel about loosing his virginity?" Beth turned to look at the young man she had been caressing.

Billy stammered in reply "Unh...I really, really want to make...'it' with you Aunt Beth; but I'm scarred of doing something wrong. Besides, she's your girl uncle George."

I spoke "Beth is her own woman, Billy. I love and respect her but I do not own her and I expect you to respect her in the same manner. If she is willing, I can coach you in how to properly make love to her." 

I could tell that beth was somewhat taken aback by my use of the "L" word but I felt she needed to know how I really felt. I didn't want her to feel as if I was just passing her around or that I didn't care about her.

Beth said "Thank you George for telling me that. Billy, I guess I feel honored to take your virginity but let's just take it slow, OK?"

"Yes m', Aunt Beth." 

Beth and I laughed and then I supervised their lubrication of each other and gave Billy a crash course on female genitalia in general and Beth's in particular. When she was twitching and squeezing his fingers with her thighs, I helped him part them and then he got on his knees between hers. I noticed Beth was staring in open eyed fascination at the gleaming blunt black spearhead swinging and pointing at her center. I had him put her caves up on his biceps so that she looked as if she was ready for a gyno-exam.




I Remember Bethany Ch. 05



I reached with my hand to reassure her and she grabbed it in her right hand and turned to look at me with those beautiful blue eyes that displayed a mixture of trust, hope, fear and excitement. Beth used her left hand to pull me into a tender kiss before turning back to assist Billy in putting his member to her moist rose petal labia. His glans was leaking pre-cum and her liquids flowed out to mix with it as he pushed the head into her. Billy easily penetrated the first three inches but the increased girth of the fourth caused Beth to grimace in pain and I advised him to withdraw until just the head was in and to work that back and forth until she could adjust to his size. After several short strokes I had him ease back in until she grimaced again. Gradually, inch by inch he inserted his massive tool until she could take his entire three inch girth and he slid all the way into her slick love channel.



As his testicles pressed the cheeks of her ass, I saw Beth's eyes open wide and loose focus. Her face was flushed and she was panting. She continued to tightly grip my hand. I told Billy to stop and just let her get used to him being inside her. I asked Beth "Are you doing OK?"

"Oh my god!" she replied "Now I know how a Thanksgiving turkey feels. It feels good but my god,it's so big inside me." As he began to slowly withdraw and then re-inter, Beth gave a low moan and asked "How do I feel to you, Billy?"

"Oh Aunt Beth, it's wonderful,..unh; it's tight but it feels wonderful...unh." Billy replied with his voice trembling.

"Billy, ...unh, you're fucking me...unh, stop...unh, calling me Aunt...UNH!" Beth exclaimed.

"Yes'm...unh, A...unh,... Beth!" He gasped.

Beth's hand was still gripping mine tightly and I could sense her arousal. I used my free hand to stroke her hair. "Mon amour, faites vos aimez cette grande coq noir?"

"C'est bon, c'est magnifique unh...j'aime cette grande coq noir!...unh!" Beth panted. "Billy, your cock is wonderful! Unh...I love the way it feels inside me, I can feel every inch, unh...so deep,unh... so big!"

"Billy," I asked "how do you like Beth's little white pussy?"

"Unh... it's so tight, but it's so wonderful...Unh! I love how it feels, Unh...so smooth and slick and... unh..hot! Beth, unh...your unh...pussy...unh...is unh...hot!"

"Billy, you need to slow down." I interjected "Pull back and just use the head for a while and and then go back in slowly. If you get too excited just reach down and grab the base of your dick and squeeze until you get yourself calmed down. Remember that pleasing Miz Bethany here is what is important and you'll just have to wait."

"Yessir, Uncle George." As Billy was attempting to follow my instruction and was carefully working himself in and out of Beth's wet passage, I noticed that she was staring in fascination at the massive shining ebony torpedo invading her nether regions. Her gleaming labia were distended with each withdrawal and they were assuming the familiar violet hue that presaged her impending orgasm. Her face and chest were flushed and her nipples were like small brown pebbles. She gripped my right hand in hers with an increased tension.



"Do you like that, Beth? Do you want that?" I asked as Billy increased the tempo of his thrusts.

At first she didn't answer. It was as if she were struggling between the repression of her upbringing and her rapidly growing sexuality. I think she finally just decided to let it all hang out. "Oh God!" she cried. "I want that big black cock! Billy, gimme that big black cock! Oh fuck, ...oh fuck...he's gonna make me come! Oh god,...oh fuck...Ah...oh shit...Ah...AH...Aheeeee!" Her hand that was holding mine clenched convulsively. With a long wavering moan, Beth arched her back and locked her caves on Billy's biceps so that her heels drove his buttocks deep between her reddened thighs. She bucked up and down, driving her pelvis against his and I noticed with amazement I could see the end of his cock push her flat abdomen up with every thrust. With each jerk of her hips her internal fountain of passion drenched both of their linked groins. Billy looked down in astonishment as his monster johnston continued to plow into the gush of her welcoming dense bush and violet lower lips.

I thought "You lucky bastard. Your first time; not only is she beautiful and a great cocksucker, but she comes like an express train." I interjected "OK Billy, hold it." Beth appeared to have passed out and her hand was limp, (Le petite morte, as Ana'is Nin put it) so I asked "Babe, are you OK?"

Beth's eyelids fluttered and she gazed up at me and pulled my hand to her lips. "Thank you George." she whispered hoarsely and then pulled my head to hers for a tender kiss. "And thank you too, Billy." as Beth pulled him into what became a hungry open-mouth tongue embrace. Billy's pelvis began an automatic response that brought low groans of passion from Beth. She used both hands and legs to pull his body into hers while she was kissing and biting his neck. 

Billy nuzzled her hair and neck and as his body arched, his tongue and lips found her nipple and her back arched to meet him. "Oh, yes...yes." she murmured. "Give it to me, give me all of it... give me your big black cock. Come for me babe, I want to feel you coming inside me...please, come with me baby!" 

Billy's body responded to her urging in the oldest way possible as his back,legs, hips and buttocks strove to drive his member as deeply and as rapidly as possible into her open and receptive center with an audible wet slapping and squishing . Suddenly, Beth's hands clapped his butt to grasp and clutch his cheeks. Billy in turn clutched her wet red ass while her widespread legs locked on his thighs. "Oh...OH...OOOAAHH!" she cried, her face and chest scarlet. 

His brow furrowed, Billy responded with his own roar "Ah...Ah...AH...ARRRRGH!" as his young hips ground against her slick ass and thighs while his buttocks flexed again and again as he pumped load after load of his sperm into Beth's womb. They both continued to convulse for several seconds before they finally collapsed into an extremely erotic sweaty pink and black sculpture. Panting, Beth and Billy slowly regained their breath and pulled apart. As Billy rose, his massive girth withdrew from her tightly clutching labia. His cock was gleaming with her fluids and his spend. When his cock emerged with an audible sucking sound, a massive upwelling of sperm followed it out onto the already soaked sheet. I was amazed at the amount until I remembered that I had already made my own contribution to her over-flowing chatte. 



I discovered that I had been masturbating during their climax and I stopped in embarrassment as Beth opened her eyes and observed my self manipulation. She reached down to fondle me and rub her thumb and smear the pre-cum across the glans. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Beth smiled sweetly and turned her gaze towards her partner's crotch. "Billy! I just cleaned that up, just look at the mess you made." she playfully jested.

Billy hung his head and responded in the same mock tone. "I know, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." 

"Oh well, boys will be boys." Beth sat up to put her mouth and tongue to use in cleaning Billy's huge fluid slimed cock and balls. "And a woman's work is never done." she joked as her hand simultaneously began to shuck my rock hard cock. When his genitals were both spotless and turgid, she turned her mouth to minister to my old nine-iron much to Billy's obvious disappointment. Beth looked back over her shoulder and raised her lovely rump towards him and playfully tapped his straining member with her foot. "Come on in Billy. The water's fine."

A smile broke across his face. "Yessm, miz Bethany." as his hands began to fondle the perfect twin globes of her ass and he started to rub himself between them. Beth looked up at me with a grin like a cat that had just entered a seafood store then lowered her head to suck and lick my testicles and then engulf my shaft into her throat. As Billy entered her vagina, she groaned and the vibrations felt fantastic.

Now I don't know if you have ever had a woman go down on you while some one else is screwing her from behind, but let me tell you that for me it was incredible. It started slowly but with each thrust, she would moan around my cock and push back against him with increasing frequency. I think we were building on each other's excitement as Beth increased her frenzied slurping on the head and then re-swallowing of my swollen dick into her silken throat. Her spit was dripping from my tightening balls. I believe that Beth had accidentally discovered a form of autoerotic asphyxiation with my cock in her throat because I had seen her come just by deep-throating. This was no exception and combined with Billy's pounding of her pudding she started to orgasm. I responded by going over the edge myself and pumping my cum into Beth's throat. 



Billy quickly followed and the strength of his furious pounding drove her forward and off my spurting cock, choking and spraying sperm over my stomach and chest. We ended up with Billy on top of both Beth and me. 

I happened to look over at the label on the sheet where it had come loose and it said Springmaid. Playfully teasing Beth, I asked "Do you feel like a home economist?" recalling the old racist ad campaign that pictured cartoon versions of native or black couples in post coital bliss and titled 'a buck well spent on a Springmaid sheet'.

She caught my gaze and reference and Beth quickly replied "I guess I'm not all that thrifty, because I just spent two bucks on a Springmaid sheet." I started to laugh and it spread to all of us. After we disentangled our sweaty bodies, both Billy and I succumbed to exhaustion and sleep with Beth between us. 



Beth however, was still on fire. She was like a kid on christmas morning with a new toy. After a period of trying to sleep, she gave up. With a glance towards me, she surrendered to her urges and began to fondle and suck sleeping Billy's softened cock. He gradually awoke to the pleasant shock of a beautiful young woman sucking on his manhood. She motioned him to silence with a finger to her glistening lips and then resumed her fabulous fellatio skills. 

I had not survived two tours in 'Nam' with the Airborne by being a heavy sleeper and I woke as soon as Beth had moved but I concealed my awareness through barely opened lashes. I figured that their pleasure in each other was up to them. Even so, I was enough of a voyeur to enjoy them discreetly. In the guise of turning in my sleep, I rolled on my stomach to hide my own growing excitement.

When she deep-throated his hardening johnson, it was amazing to watch the gleaming, saliva coated ebony monster disappear inch by inch past her shining ruby lips. I could see the outline of his big black cock slide down and stretch out her throat until her chin was nestled against his balls. Beth would hold that as long as she could and then pull back enough to get a breath through her nose before diving back down like some Japanese pearl diver in search of treasure. With her salivary glands in overdrive, her mouth juice was flowing down his shaft and dripping from his balls. I also noticed that her fingers were busy in her own secret garden and were making their own wet little sounds. When Beth had Billy 'standing to attention' and throbbing against her tonsils, she disengaged her mouth and throat from her new toy. 

With a glance towards me, Beth rose up to straddle Billy's thighs and to position herself so that the head of his third leg was poised at the entrance of her lagoon of mystery. Motioning Billy to silence again, Beth bit her lower lip and then slowly impaled herself on his upthrust mast. Her eyes rolled up in pleasure and she shuddered and released her breath through her nose. Billy tightened his grip on her thighs as she sank to rest her ass on his family jewels. Beth then leaned forward to place her forearms on Billy's broad chest and started to rock back and forth on his abdomen. He responded by cupping her lilly-white butt in his huge black hands to assist her in a position the orientals call the washerwoman. I also noticed that their gaze was locked on each other's eyes in a way that bespoke intimacy beyond mere sex. I didn't want to admit it but I had played cupid to a budding romance and jealousy started to rear it's ugly head and I had to turn mine away.

My emotions were at war because part of me was in love with Beth but I knew she wasn't mine and that she deserved someone good and true like Billy. I was also jealous of him because of his unbelievable luck in finding Beth. However, Billy was also my favorite nephew and the son I never had. Then there was the matter of the raging hard-on pressing into the bed beneath me. I partially resolved that by rolling onto my side facing away from them.

Billy and Beth were still trying to remain silent but their breaths were being exhaled through their noses and they were beginning to sound like a couple of horses pulling a heavy load. Billy's thighs were starting to lift her off the bed and it was shaking like a moderate earthquake. I thought to myself "They think I could be sleeping through this?" and I turned to see if they were just mocking my attempts to feign sleep. Beth and Billy were completely oblivious and lost in the depths of lust. The sight of Beth's perfect alabaster (definitely red where it met Billy's thighs) ass rising an falling on his curved ebony shaft drove all rational thought out of my head and my cock took over my thought process.

I quickly lubed myself with Beth's K-Y jelly and got behind her without either of them noticing. At the top of her arc so that just his cock-head was still in her, I placed my hand on her rump and the tip of my cock at the rosebud of her rectum. Beth froze and her head turned to look back in alarm. I couldn't resist remarking "What's this world coming to? Here's my lover and my favorite nephew going at it like a house-a fire and not even inviting old George to the party. There's gotta be consequences for that kinda behavior; yes sir, there does..." before firmly pressing forward against her initial resistance. 

Beth stammered "George I didn't...I mean we didn't... don't...I'm sorry!..I mean..AeeeEE....!" as her voice rose in pitch. I could tell Billy didn't have a clue what to do in this situation as he stared up into Beth's shock-eyed and reddened, open mouthed countenance. Her tongue was sticking out as if in a silent scream that changed into a shuddering gasp.

Having Beth with her ass in the air and Billy almost totally withdrawn, I standing crouched over her and leaning forward I was in a perfect position to what otherwise might have been a difficult entry. The initial resistance of her rectum gave way and I slowly slid into her tight back passage until my balls were nestled against her ass cheeks. Pausing for a short time, I stated "I was only kidding about the consequences, I just felt left out and felt like horning in on the fun and to tell you the truth, it feels great. But, if you want me to, I can pull out." and I started to back up. 

"N...N...Nooo." she gasped. "It's OK... just take it slow...please! I've never done this before."

I responded "We never have either."

Beth snorted "That's easy for you to say, You don't have close to twenty inches of thick black cock shoved up you and you're not sandwiched between two big black men like a slice of white meat on dark rye. Good thing there's plenty of mayo." We all laughed and the tension disappeared.

"OK," I told Billy "I'll ease out and you ease back in and then visa-versa. We'll take turns with this lovely little turkey sandwiched between us. Like the lady said, take it slow." And so we began our joint pipe laying project with nothing but her thin perineum between us and Beth shuddered and groaned and her twin channels gradually became more tolerant and the siren song of her nerve endings started to overwhelm her being. 

A sheen formed on all of us and the sweat made everything slippery as we picked up the pace. It was a good thing I knew how to keep my balance from years at the open door of a jump plane shoving troops into 220 mph winds before following them out the door. Otherwise, I might have been doing a PLF (parachute landing fall) off of bed onto the floor. Now that would have been hilarious but very embarrassing.

As focused as we were on our syncopated thrust and withdrawal and the weird sensation of another guy's cock rubbing on yours, Billy and I could do little but pant and grunt. With practice we got better and Beth's passages got easier.

Having more of a passive role and belonging to the more verbal sex, Beth began to comment on her first double penetration. "Oh my god, this is so weird. At first it hurt but now it feels fantastic, now it's pure pleasure. I'm so lucky to have two good looking studs making me the center of attention. I can feel every inch of both of you rubbing against each other as you slide in and out of me and it's heavenly. You guys can go faster now, can't you? Oh shit,...oh fuck,...that's good! Oh ... oh...OH GOD! Harder,... you ...black bastards...you beautiful black bastards! Fuck me, ... fuck my pussy and ass with those beautiful big black cocks, ...Oh god ... oh god...FUCK MEeee! Oh shit ...oh fuck...you're gonna make me... I'm gonna...oh god....help me...I'm...Ah...ah...ah...AAAAAHHHH!"



Beth's massive mindless, clenching, squirting orgasm drove all three of us over the edge and I could feel each pulse of Billy's cock as he pumped himself into her womb and I emptied my balls into her hot, welcoming bowels with a joint roar. We all collapsed on each other like a triple scoop of chocolate and strawberry ice cream to drip on the sheets below. The only sounds were our panting and sighs of contentment.

Billy was the first to speak "I feel like I'm on the bottom of a football pileup but I feel wonderful!" 

Beth chimed in with a hoarse squeak "Me too." 

I took the hint and slid off Beth's sweat slick backside,withdrawing from her reddened rump with a groan of exhausted contentment. Beth turned her face to mine for a thanks-giving kiss and then gave an even more passionate kiss to Billy. As we all drifted off to sleep, I felt her fingers snaking down to cradle my slimed and drained genitals.

Out of old habit, I couldn't sleep past dawn and so I got up and took a shower. Thankfully she had some Dr. Bonner's Peppermint soap so that I wouldn't go home smelling like a female. I kissed Beth on her sleeping cheek nestled on Billy's chest and covered the innocently sleeping couple. I stepped outside into a world of white. A early spring snowstorm had blown in from the plains and blanketed Denver. With my European- acquired snow driving talents I had no fears. I got on the roads in the heavy, rock solid Mercedes and slowly made progress before the new immigrants to the high country could make their usual three ring ice circus/traffic jam with their lack of winter driving skill. I got into Fitzsimons only to find that I was the only one to make it in and the outpatient clinic was closed. I had breakfast at the canteen and then worked with a few of the in-patients before going home myself.




I Remember Bethany Ch. 05



Adele had replaced her anger with worry and was glad to see me safe. When she asked about Billy I told her the old joke about the homeless musician and said "One of the guys took us home to his girlfriend's place and she ended up replacing him with my nephew so I guess Billy's doing OK." She gave me a look but didn't say anything.

To be continued...



I Remember Bethany Ch. 06



(Or Beth and Billy make a porno)

Because of the snow, Jimmy kept the bar closed on Friday. However, Denver snowstorms often have a limited shelf life and after a sunny Saturday, the roads were relatively clear, Jimmy called everyone and we reopened on Saturday. Most of the crowd had been off on Friday and were looking to party on Saturday Night.

Beth brought Billy in with her to the bar. He looked happy but very tired while Beth looked Radiant but was walking slightly bowlegged and she confessed that she was having trouble sitting down when she brought me my drink. Billy told me that they had spent all of Friday in bed and had only gotten up Saturday for a romp in the snow and Billy's first snowball fight. 

I noticed that Billy couldn't seem to take his eyes off Beth and every time she looked at him she smiled and blushed. When Beth took a break, I joined them. "Beth, Billy: even though I don't like to make snap judgements about relationships, it's clear to me that you two are meant for each other and that I am very happy for both of you. I don't want either of you to feel uncomfortable around me, so I hereby renounce any sexual claim that I may have had on you, Beth." to Billy I said "You have my best wishes and always remember to cherish and take care your woman because she's worth it."

For the rest of that spring their life seemed to be bliss with Billy doing well in his paramedic courses even though I had to help him in anatomy and physiology and how to use algebra to titrate dosage with pain meds. Beth was teaching him French and on the weekends she introduced him to the Denver art and museum world.

A week or two before I left for Walter Reed I found Beth really mad and I feared that they had a fight.

Beth responded "Oh no, it's not Billy; it's my ex-fiancee. I just got these... and she handed me a sheaf of poorly focused 4 X 5 photos of her fiance in various sex positions with two women in a seedy motel room. The clothes scattered across the floor identified the women as Australian nurses from what I could tell. The back of the photos showed a stamp from a developer in Sidney.

The note with the photos read: "Memories, mate from your Aussie Amazons."

Beth was close to tears "Did he do this to taunt me? I thought I was over him but this still hurts!"

I asked to see the package that they came in and she handed me a tattered shipping envelope that was stamped and over-stamped with mailroom routing marks from one one firebase to another across Viet Nam and finally to Beth's address in Denver.

I laughed "The dumb cluck left your address as his home of record and the mail clerks got tired of trying to track him down and just sent it to you. I still have some friends in Infantry Branch who can find out his next stateside duty station and I can get them to ship this to his next post. He didn't mean to hurt you but it was still thoughtless."

Another thought came to me " You know that the best form of revenge is living well. Why don't you show him you're over him by sending him some pictures of what you and Billy have been up to? I'll be glad to take pictures." My ulterior motive was to try out my brand new Ashki Pentax 35 mm SLR and I wouldn't mind watching Billy and Beth have sex again. I had a friend who did portrait photography as a sideline and I figured that I could borrow his lighting and reflector setup. I could get the film at a discount and develop and print the photos at the base craft shop.

Beth thought for a moment "I think that's a great idea, let's talk to Billy about it." 

Surprisingly, Billy was camera shy. "I dunno Uncle George. I'm not sure that I can perform in front of a camera. I used to belong to a camera club in high school, why don't you let me take the pictures?"

I responded "Billy, you're Beth's lover now and you should be the one making love to her in the photographs. What are you worried about? You'll have a mask. Besides, it's my Pentax and I want to take the pictures. " 

This absurd conversation went on until Beth spoke up. "I think both of you should take pictures. George, you can take some glamor shots of me in my new underwear and if Billy still wants to take pictures, then you can fill in for him in front of the camera. After all you were my first black lover and I know that Billy's not jealous of you. However, I would appreciate it if both of you would participate in my revenge. My fiance had two women and I can't let him outdo me."

After that, Billy and I couldn't think of anything to say so I started to get everything ready for the shoot. My wife had already taken the girls back East to look for housing and schools. I was left behind to finish cleaning up the place prior to Base Housing inspection. After I got it cleaned up and re-painted white, I stripped the Living room and draped a couch with a white blanket and set up the lighting and reflectors. I taped the drapes so that the bright lights wouldn't attract the neighbor's (or the MP's) attention. 

Beth and Billy arrived and I welcomed them in. Beth was in a plain housedress that buttoned up the front and was carrying her heels and a makeup kit. She went into the bathroom to get ready while Billy helped me to get ready and check the light levels. He was fascinated with the Single Lens Reflex camera and the thru the lens light meter because it was so much easier than the cameras he had learned on. He especially liked the high quality macro lens I was using.

When Beth came out of the bathroom, she was still in the housedress but she had hose and open toe high heels with ankle straps. We sat down to share a joint and a drink to calm the jitters. I kidded Beth about her 'take me home and fuck me shoes'. She replied "Well, I should hope so!" and we all laughed.

With the lights on, the room had started to heat up and Beth said "It's too hot for this dress." and stood up to unbutton it and place it across the chair. She stood there, dressed in heels, thigh-highs, garter belt, push-up open cup bra and a grin as we both stared in appreciation. "My ex is going to be so sorry. You guys should strip down too so that I won't feel uncomfortable."

After Billy and I got down to our boxers, I started to put Beth in some of my favorite Bettie Paige poses until I needed to change film and she said "I'm starting to feel like I could use some company, won't one of you join me?" I could tell she was aroused by the flush of her cheeks and the gleam from the lights on her lower lips. 



I looked at Billy and he said "You go ahead, give me a chance with the Pentax." I was still nervous about getting started up again with Beth but by then my cock was doing the thinking for both of us so I handed the camera to Billy and put on the black mask. When I stepped up beside her, she smiled up so sweetly at me that my heart jumped and so did my dick. Beth grinned as she turned to face me as if we were dance pardners and looking down at my shorts, said "I see someone is happy to see me. You haven't been with your wife for a couple of weeks now, have you? " and reached into my boxers to fish out my old 'nine-iron'. I responded by grabbing her butt and my fingers slipped into her nethers to find that she was moist and flowing. "Hey!" she laughed and turned to see if Billy was photographing my fingers between her cheeks. Of course he was and he was already down on one knee focusing on her backside with the rangefinder. 

Beth responded by playfully hiding behind me and I grabbed her hands and pulled them around to return them to what she had been doing earlier. She used one hand to cradle my jewels and the other to slowly manipulate my half staff ebony shaft. Billy said "That's a great contrast shot; hold it while I focus and set the aperture." Meanwhile, I had pulled her close with one arm while I slipped the other arm between us and my finger into her wet and silken folds.



"You heard the man, hold still." as I worked my finger into her and she jumped and twitched.

"Hold still yourself." as she started jerking my rapidly hardening 'nine iron' until I was 'standing to attention'. I turned to face her and we slipped into a passionate kiss. Gradually I worked my way with lips and tongue down her neck, shoulders, chest and belly. When I got to her silken thighs and started into her forest of soft curls, I pushed her back to the arm of the couch and lifted her leg so that I could have better access to her sweet lagoon of mystery.

Beth responded " Oh god, that's nice; you should teach this to Billy." "Billy, are you paying attention here?"

I joined in "Billy, don't let any one tell you different. Real men eat pussy. And take it from one who knows, this is one of the sweetest pussies in the world."

Beth began to shiver and moan. "Oh ...OH...Yes...YES! That's so good!" I could tell that she was excited to be the center of attention and the delicious taboo of recording her hitherto secret desires and sexuality had her trembling at the brink. It didn't take long before she was pulling he back of my head into her juncture and bucking against my pressing lips and tongue. When I finally touched the tip of my little finger to her rosebud, she cried "Uh...uh...ah...ah..AAAAAH!" and drenched my mustache before she looked down into my eyes with a look of pure lust.

I stood up with the tip of my rigid John Thomas dragging up her thigh and across her heaving abdomen to come to rest just below her sternum. Beth looked up into my eyes with her face scarlet from her recent orgasm. Silently and trembling, she sank down from her perch on the arm of the couch to kneel between my feet and take me into her beautiful lips and wet warm mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she licked and sucked while she fondled my testes. When she reached between my legs to pull my buttocks towards her face I cradled her cheeks in my hands. Her eyes closed and she swallowed me to the root. She held my phallus so long and so deep in her throat that I feared for her breath and I pulled back and she inhaled as she opened her eyes briefly and then sank her lips back to my sac. I could feel her tongue on my balls and her throat repeatedly contract and convulse as it attempted to swallow my glans.



I finally pulled my liquid coated member from her mouth with a small trail of saliva from her lips as she rose to sit and then lay down on the couch pulling me towards her center. Her face and chest were flushed as she spread her silk sheathed thighs to reveal the moist dark curls framing her red, swollen labia and shining clitoris. As I saw her look at Billy, her expression was a mixture of embarrassment, lust and supplication as she pulled my cock towards her crotch. I glanced back at Billy only to see a big grin on his face and a thumbs-up sign. Her eyes closed in pleasure as I entered her hot channel and she sighed "Il est bon de vous sentir à l'intérieur de moi de nouveau George." I leaned back to watch my cock move in and out of her coral lips as I worked my hips back and forth.

"Beth, that is so hot! Uncle George, could you spread her thighs a little?" Billy asked "Beth, could you touch your breasts and pinch your nipples? Great!"

Beth was both embarrassed and excited by this lewd behavior and I could feel her tremble as I lightly brushed her hot button with a wet thumb. She began to jerk and buck while her eyes rolled and her head flopped back and forth as she began to come again and pulled me down on top of her to pound her into sweet oblivion while she murmured "Je vous aime. j'aime votre grand coc noir. J'aime votre grand coq noir enterré dans mon petit minet chaud. Oui ... oh, oui, oui ... oui... OouhAAA!"She clutched at my back as her vagina spasmed and gushed around my ebony piston. When she finally opened her eyes, she began to laugh.



I followed her gaze to find my nephew operating my camera with one hand while he stroked himself with the other."Billy, if you drop that camera, so help me, you'll be sorry you even got up this morning."

"Sorry, uncle George, I'll be more careful, you just keep fucking my beautiful girlfriend."He replied with a grin.

Beth looked up at me, her lust filled eyes laughing."You heard the man, fuck me. Fuck me hard uncle George, mon grand amant noir. Uh...Uh...UH! Fuck me...Fuck meeee! Oh...OH...OHHH mon amour! oui, oui ...OUI! You're gonna make me...I'm gonna...help me...I'm...I'm...a...a...aggAAAIN!"

I followed her orgasm with my own as I spasmed and slammed myself into her hot wet pudding with a loud smacking and liquid sucking sound and the smell of our sex filled the air. Beth clutched at my butt cheeks as I buried my nine iron as deep as I could with a roar and emptied at least two weeks of sperm into her hot clutching vessel. She pulled me into a hungry kiss as her vaginal walls continued to milk me dry. She then looked up at Billy with a sweet smile of deep and lustful contentment.

Billy responded with a big smile of his own and stepped around to the front of the couch with a huge dome in the front of his shorts. "Is that a gun in there or are you just glad to see me?"Beth broke into a grin as she reached up to stroke him appreciatively before pulling down his now tight boxers. 

I disengaged and rose up to take back the SLR and hand the mask to Billy. As I pulled out of Beth, I left a trail of pearly essence leaking from her now gleaming and distended violet labia and I thought to myself "_How beautiful that is; it looks just like some exotic flower_."



Meanwhile, Beth had dislodged Billy from his boxers and was in the middle of her sword swallowing act with Billy's monster eleven inches. Once again, I was amazed to watch it slide down her gullet. I saw her eyes roll back in pleasure while her vagina repeatedly clenched and expelled some of my spend to drip down onto the blanket below her cheeks. When she finally pulled his turgid and glistening member from her beautiful, saliva ringed lips, she looked as proud and happy as any angler with a trophy fish on display.



Her face flush, Beth looked up at Billy "Lover, are you ready for me now? Cause I think your Uncle just got me warmed up and ready for you."She rose up to kneel with her back to him and offer up the twin perfect globes of her rosy rump to her beau to appreciate and fondle. I was standing in front of her photographing while Billy rubbed himself between her wet pink cheeks and lubricated himself with Beth's and my essence. Her gaze fell on my own lust slimed organ and she smiled and reached out to pull me forward and clean me with her mouth and tongue. When she was finished, she licked her lips and gave me a friendly little pat. "You see George, you taught me well about cleaning up my lovers; thank you for my wonderful education."



Just then Billy began to insert himself into Beth and she closed her eyes under arched brows and groaned loudly before biting her lip and burying her reddened face into the blanket as he worked his massive tool into her hot lower passage. As he rocked his hips back and forth against her moist, silk clad thighs, she hooked her open toed shoes around the back of his knees and looked up over her shoulder, lost in lust, as he pressed down into her. "Oh god, Billy...you're so big...it feels so good. Give it to me, mon amour,...uh...give me...uh...your...uh...big...uh...black...uh...cock...UH! Oh...that's good...oh...oh...oooh! Beth was both panting and whimpering in thrall to the pleasure she felt from Billy's member and quickly began to orgasm. "

Of course, Billy was just getting warmed up. Excited by the rogering I had just given Beth and her cries he really started pounding his massive thighs against her flanks. They were both panting and moaning in their joint passion. The slapping of their sweat slick thighs and Beth's urging Billy to fuck her harder and faster along with the fresh smell of sex filled the room. Billy put his large hands to her shoulders and Beth clasped his hips and they would alternate between fast shallow strokes and deep long thrusts into her depths. The positive displacement of his massive piston along with her ecstatic emissions were visible in shining rivulets down both of their legs. Billy pulled her close and put his arms around her and his hands to cup her small soft breasts and pinch her prominent sensitive nipples. Billy's brow furrowed and he buried his face in her hair. Beth's face, neck and chest turned scarlet and her keening joined his roar as she clutched his clenching buttocks to pull him close to her backside and quivering rosy. nylon-clad thighs. 



Their fierce carnal embrace turned tender as she turned her head for a long sweet soul kiss and her bra was discarded because it had come off in the middle of everything. His thick black python gradually withdrew from the depths of the glistening, ringlet framed, orchid of her sex followed by a torrent of pearl which fell to the blanket below. I asked the blissful couple to pose for a post-coital portrait and then Beth bent to clean her lover's love-foam coated equipment with mouth and tongue before I declared an intermission and turned down the bright lights and opened a chilled bottle of champagne that Beth and Billy brought over. 



We shared another joint with flutes of champagne after washing and drying off the sweat. Beth gave Billy a significant glance before she spoke with a grin"We have something to announce and to celebrate. Billy has asked me to marry him and tonight I am accepting his offer so this is a both a farewell party for you and an engagement party for us."

I replied "I'm very happy for both of you and I wish you the best of everything!"and we all clinked our flutes in a toast. "Have you spoken with your families yet?"

"No, you're the first to know, Uncle George."Beth answered with a grin. 

Then it hit me how our relationship had shifted. I had gone from an older trusted friend to an adulterous lover back to friend and now I was a relative. And the weirdest part was that we were all sitting on the same couch we had all just fucked on and Beth's garter belt, hose and heels were the only clothing any of us was wearing.

Beth discerned my inner thoughts. "And don't worry, this is the last time we're doing anything like this, even though the pleasure I feel is heavenly, I don't think that I am cut out to be a wanton woman. The fact that I have allowed myself this wonderful indulgence is a measure of my love for you and is intended as a farewell present and an end to my single life."And she kissed me tenderly and said "Thank you George for everything."

Billy chimed in "Uncle George, this is also to thank you for introducing me to the most wonderful woman in the world."

I don't think I ever felt more special or a greater love for Beth or Billy than I did at that time. But then the Sargent and Uncle kicked in and I had to council them to be careful in how they broke the news to their families. Interracial relationships were rare and marriages were even rarer. Not too many families, black or white were open to race mixing back then no matter which way you looked at it. I also cautioned them to put off the wedding until Billy came back from Viet Nam. I had seen way too many early marriages break up during deployment due to changes in both husband and wife during wartime. They would be better off starting fresh after they were reunited. They hesitatingly agreed and we finished the joint and our glasses of bubbly.




I Remember Bethany Ch. 06



Beth then turned to Billy and asked "Are you ready for round two, big boy?"I picked up the SLR and she grasped his big semi-hard johnson and began to shuck it while she brought his hand to her wondrous juncture "Cause I'm ready for you."Billy got a big grin on his face as he pushed a digit into her hot love channel to find her wet and flowing. Beth developed an equal grin and then lowered her face to her new fiance's lap to engulf his monstrous black manhood. He in turn slipped his fingers into her from behind to explore the vaginal passage that he had so recently plumbed. I noticed as I was focusing on his exploration that he carefully moistened his finger between her labia before tenderly inserting it into her sensitive puckered rosebud while another digit lightly brushed her clitoris. Clearly they had been learning how to please each other. Beth responded by moaning and shoving her lips further down his shaft. I could see her throat swell as his piston slid down the velvet throat that I knew so well. Both seemed lost in lust and the pleasure was obvious as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the couch and she writhed around his fingers and thumb. 

When Beth finally pulled her lips off his now rigid upright with a trail of gleaming saliva to her lips and scarlet complexion, she gave me a happy smile before she rose to straddle his lap facing me. Again her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she sank her hot wet center onto his upthrust mast. Pushing off with arms and thighs she rose to just incircle the head before making a few short thrusts back downward before finally dropping the length of him with a moan of satisfaction. Billy grasped her beautiful white hips in his large black hands to aid and assist in her self-impaling. As she rose and fell she would either stare in wide eyed fascination at the black torpedo disappearing into and reappearing from her inner sanctum or close her eyes and throw back her head in obvious thrall to the siren song of her own nerve endings. The tempo of her pole dance on Billy's lap increased until a rhythmic slapping of their sweat slick thighs could be heard.



Beth would occasionally moan "Oh Billy, thats so good."or "I love fucking your cock."but most of her utterances were soft moans or sensual grunts until she burst forth with a rising crescendo of "Oh god...oh god...oh GOD...I'm commingggg...OOOOOH GODDD!" She arched her back and legs and her whole body shook for several seconds while she drenched Billy's lap in her orgastic issue. Finally she collapsed back into Billy's arms in a post climatic swoon. I don't think I've ever seen a more magnificent or beautiful display of a female climax. My old nine-iron rose in salute.

When Beth reemerged from 'le petit mort' she gave me a shy slightly embarrassed smile that was a mixture of dazed elation and satisfaction and her natural midwestern reticence about making a public display of her emotions. I think the most fascinating part of Beth was the contrast between the repression of her upbringing and the passionate sexual extrovert that resided in her psyche. What I loved was her ability to handle the dichotomy in a down to earth and humorous manner without a lot of guilt hangups.  

Then she noticed my tumescence. "Oh George, how nice, is that for me?"and motioned me over until she could take me between her beautiful ruby lips to lick and suck me while I took several pics of her smiling eyes looking up into the camera. Finally Beth pulled me gleaming with saliva from her throat and mouth. "George, does that camera have a timer? Cause I'd like to have a group picture now."



I grinned in assent and proceeded to set up the tripod and as I was focusing on them I saw that Beth had repositioned herself on Billy so that she was facing him. He had applied a generous amount of K-Y jelly to his middle finger and was working it up Beth's anal passage. I realized that a timer would not work because of the delicate nature of the upcoming double penetration so I pulled out a extra long cable release that I had rigged to a foot pedal and hoped that I could remember to trip the release at the right moment. An auto-advance wind on the SLR would have been so nice but one shot would have to do. When I again turned to face them Beth was handing me the KY. 

Beth joked "Remember this white turkey on dark rye sandwich needs a lot of grease."Her cheek was resting on Billy's head and her smile was a mixture of lust and shy anticipation as she raised her beautiful twin rear globes in offering to my loving assault. I lubed myself up and positioned myself at her posterior and began to push the tip into her initially resistant sphincter. 

"Unh..unh...unnnnh...oh my god!"Beth groaned as I slid into her rectum and felt the familiar heat and tightness as well as the feel of Billy's dick through Beth's thin perineum. I stopped when I had achieved full penetration so she could get used to being so full. I could feel her spasms and then every beat of her heart as she pulsed around my cock. As I slowly withdrew and Billy slowly reentered, Beth gave a gasp "Aaaa...oooh."and shuddered all over. "Slow...slowly please."she murmured. After several more cycles of Billy's and my alternate penetration we gradually speeded up with Beth's encouragement as she started to repeatedly orgasm. Finally she exclaimed "Oh my god...this is so wonderful; I just keep coming and coming! Oh George, oh Billy, you're filling me up; thank you, thank you both!"and she started kissing Billy passionately. She then whispered in his ear "I want to taste you when you come; please wait for me to take you in my mouth."She then turned her head to look at me with lust lidded eyes "Give me that big nine-iron of yours, come for me...I want to feel you coming deep inside me one last time before you leave."

With that I really started to pound away at Beth while she clutched at my hip and with Billy's head clutched to her breast keened until we both broke into a cry of ecstasy and I pumped myself into her hot bowels. I could feel her spasm around my cock as we shuddered, sighed and gasped. I barely managed to trip the camera shutter during the process but the photo came out great. When I finally pulled out of Beth I leaned forward to give her a final post-coital kiss then I stepped back to notice that she was helping Billy in squeezing his shaft tightly to prevent his orgasm. A tiny rivulet of my spend was dripping onto her thighs and her engagement ring.



Beth kept her grip on Billy's monster as she got off his lap to kneel between his knees and put it in her mouth. He was straining not to come too soon but almost from the instant his cock was on her tongue, he started to spurt. Beth opened her throat and he assisted by grabbing the back of her head. Again I watched her lovely throat swell with his broad member stretching it while he emptied himself into her esophagus. During this process, Beth assumed an almost dreamy countenance as her half lidded eyes lost focus and her brows arched in pleasure while he roared in his orgastic climax. 

When he finished Beth pulled off him with a gasp trailing a stream of opalescent fluid. When she turned to look at me with a mixture of triumph in her prodigious fellatio skills and a red faced, embarrassed grin at the spectacle she presented with her ruby lips wreathed in sperm, her chin glazed and dripping down to her rosy heaving breasts. Her silk framed, rosy, sweat slick hindquarters looked equally beautiful with her dark ringlets and purple labia gleaming with droplets of all our passion. 



I reopened the champagne and after cleaning up we all posed for another 'Springmaid' (Two bucks well spent) moment. I remember that Beth was laughing at me because I was parting her thighs to display her beautiful swollen and shining lower lips while Billy just looked on in satisfied bemusement.



Epilogue 2009:

I hold that photo now, nearly forty years later. It was the only copy and I'm glad I kept it. We all look so young and happy. It's hard to believe it was that long ago.

I went on to retire from the Army with 30 years and continue working in the VA system as a rehab specialist until I retired for good in 2004. I still work as a volunteer and as always the hardest part are the really damaged young ones and they seem to get younger with every war. 

I'm an old man now, grand father and just recently a great-grand father. My daughters graduated from good schools and one is a lawyer and the other is a Lt. Commander in the Public Health Service. I really enjoyed giving her the first salute after her commissioning ceremony.

Adele, my wife passed on the spring before last and so she didn't get to see our new President take office but I think she would have been very proud. But then again she was a die-hard 'Hillary Girl' so maybe not. Because of my volunteer work I received the honor of accompanying one of the Tuskegee Airmen to the Inaugural and I was right up front on that cold bright morning last January.

But enough about me: this is Beth's and to some extent Billy's story. They enjoyed the rest of the Spring, Summer, and Fall together in Denver before he shipped for Oakland and Nam in early December. 

Towards the end of his one year tour, Billy's unit got hit by an ambush. Two guys were badly wounded and Billy went after them under heavy fire. He picked up one guy and got him back to relative safety before heading back for the other. He had just reached the second wounded soldier and was reaching out to pick him up when Billy took an AK-47 round through the arm hole of his flack jacket and both lungs. According to the guy he was trying to rescue "Beth."was all he said.

I was surprised when they shipped his body back to Denver but then I found that Billy and Beth had not taken my advise and instead had gotten married before he left. Beth was left to take the folded flag and Billy's Bronze Star. I can still see her standing there, a slender figure dressed in black with that bright blue and white triangle in her arms in front of that black hole that eventually swallows all of us. Tears were streaming down her face as the honor guard fired a salute and a soft snow drifted down.

Beth continued to correspond with me but over the years, the letters dwindled down to Christmas and the occasional birthday card. She quit the Denver school system and joined the Peace Corps and served in North Africa before returning to the States. She had a second disastrous short marriage to a wealthy guy twice her age. When that ended in divorce she went back to religion and became a 'Born-Again' before going back to school and getting her MBA. 

Beth was a fast rising young executive with a major credit card company and was flying back to Denver from Florida on Delta flight 191 on August 2, 1985 when it crashed at Dallas-Fort Worth. They buried what was left of her next to Billy on that grassy Denver hillside. 

I revisited that hillside last spring and left a recordings of Edith Piaf and the Missouri waltz on their graves and I hope they are dancing together in heaven. 

THE END

Authors Note: I met George at the VA where I receive care and we began to talk about the Airborne. When I mentioned where I went to college, he asked if I knew Beth and I answered that I had been close friends with her for several years. I asked if I could put down his story on paper. This has been our joint effort to remember a rare and beautiful woman.