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     File Beth.txt (Anal, mf, ff, spank, rim)

     Another file from my Archive:  Quicksilver-Iota

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                                     BETH  Part 1

          I had known Beth for only a few months. She was pretty by
     anyone's standards, with nice legs, a firm behind, and somewhat small
     breasts (I believe bite-sized is the term they are commonly called) with
     bigger than average nipples. We didn't make it until our fourth or fifth
     date, and I can't say that the sex was spectacular. Don't get me wrong,
     it was good, but until we went to a hunting lodge one weekend with Joan
     and Bill, two close friends, our sexual adventures were quite ordinary.

          We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge,
     feeling somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the woods.
     Since Beth always slept without clothes on, she turned off the light and
     slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to me. We couldn't do
     anything because Joan and Bill were sleeping right across from us.

          At about 11:00 p.m., Beth arose from our bed and went
     downstairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living
     room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely
     naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She
     appeared to be asleep. I slinked onto the sofa behind her and
     discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not
     knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that
     my chest was pressed against her back, spoonlike, and cradled her body
     against mine.

          I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in
     my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain
     erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the
     soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by
     pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process,
     leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip. Then, in her
     assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her
     hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost
     passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it
     in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.

          When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to
     slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-
     uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass." So saying, she placed the
     head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and
     forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing
     me.

          "Are you serious?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had never
     done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something about
     Beth's sexuality that I hadn't known.

          "Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass," she said
     softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her nether
     opening. "Mmm, David, I want it deep inside my ass."

          My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist
     pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little
     effort. She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier, then hissed
     between her teeth. "Slowly," she said, "work it in slowly." She shifted
     her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something
     inside her ass.

          "Am I hurting you?"

          "A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it
     feels so fucking big!"

          I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest,
     as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you
     are!"

          "Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been
     split in two!"

          "Just a little more." I pressed my cock forward, then felt it
     being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain
     ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She
     grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry
     pubic hairs into her lower ass.

          "How's that?" I whispered.

          "Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to
     get used to it."

          I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and
     shoulders while my sheathed phallus remained completely motionless
     inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her,
     but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and
     smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus
     around the sheathed sword, as she tested the elasticity of her anal
     muscle.

          The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me.
     "If you keep that up," I said after a particularly tight contraction,
     "I'm going to come. I feel close already."

          "No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't
     really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

          "I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

          "The pain is subsiding," she said. "Give it just a few more
     seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."

          "I'll come for sure, then," I pleaded.

          "No, you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"

          Now that I had discovered this side of Beth  or, should I say,
     the backside of Beth  I knew that I would want to take her anally, and
     often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning was
     sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my
     seed inside her.

          My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but
     gone, Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while
     my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere
     along the line I began to slowly piston my manhood. The dual phenomenon
     of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we had never
     before known.

          Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic
     instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed
     a far different attitude toward our love-making. Outside of a few
     "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", said in the heat of passion to
     titillate me, she had never been one to be vocal about her needs--until
     now! "OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass!
     Oh, David, it feels so good!"

          Her voice could be heard through the house. "Hey," I said
     softly, "the others will hear you."

          "Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"

          Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove
     me to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock
     in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She
     grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting
     rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark
     abyss.

          My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to
     feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid
     nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and
     squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost
     desperate gesture, that seemed to do the trick. "I'm coming!" she cried.
     "I'm coming! YES!"

          Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume
     from her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with
     spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one
     of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she felt the same way.

          We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from
     her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling
     every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind
     me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp member fell out, on its
     own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my
     spending.

          Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly
     to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held
     me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. "That was
     great," she whispered sexily.

          I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."

          "I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess
     I'm what you call anal-erotic."

          I laughed. "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I
     had come earlier?"

          She laughed also. "You'll never knew, my sweet David, will you?"

          "I guess I never will." When our lips met, her tongue went right
     for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously,
     creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared
     inside her wonderfully tight derriere.

          I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she
     slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my semi-
     erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager
     mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.

          "Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.

          "Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your
     door," she quipped.

          "So you're equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?"

          "Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off,
     like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting
     more."

          I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass
     that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers,
     prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the sofa.

          "What are you doing, young man?"

          "I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, searching for her
     anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward
     slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to
     play back there again.

          "Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier
     question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working
     her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.

          "I like your mousetrap," I said, pushing the tip of my finger
     into the recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble attempt
     at humor.

          She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the
     squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. "I don't ever remember
     him rising so quickly again," she whispered.

          Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned
     around just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe over
     her naked body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Beth's, but her
     nipples were actually smaller.

          "What the hell is going on down here?" asked Ellen.

          Beth laughed. "Did we wake you?"

          "All I could here was someone screaming 'Fuck me in the ass!'
     Wouldn't that have awakened you?" She didn't seem mad, just interested.

          "I told her to be quiet. Now I'm embarrassed," I said.

          Ellen laughed. "If you're as good as it sounded, there's nothing
     to be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash up, though,
     after something like that."

          I blushed. "You're right, will you please excuse me." I pried
     myself away from Beth, then walked quickly past Ellen. I couldn't help
     but notice that her eyes were on my erection.

          I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea what
     might happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared for
     anything. I dried myself by running a towel back and forth between my
     legs, making sure I worked it well into my ass crevice. When I returned
     to the living room, Ellen was seated on the sofa next to Beth, who was
     still reclining on her side. Ellen sat in such a way that she blocked my
     view of Beth's hairy pussy, kind of facing her, her left forearm resting
     nonchalantly on Beth's rib cage.

          Beth's left arm lay across Ellen's lap, kind of flopped there
     for want of a better place to put it. Ellen's robe had ridden pretty
     much up her legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in such a way
     that her charms were well hidden from view. For decency's sake, I held
     the towel I had been drying myself off with in front of my crotch. My
     flag was at halfstaff beneath the towel.

          "Can I ask a personal question?" Ellen asked of Beth.

          "If you want," she replied.

          "Did it hurt?"
          Beth blushed profusely. I smiled. "You mean what he just did to
     me with that monster cock of his?"

          "Uh-huh," replied Ellen with a broad smile.

          A pensive look, quite serious look came over Beth's face. "At
     first, it hurt a lot. I thought the bastard was going to split me in
     two. But after a while, I became quite used to it. I really wanted it
     inside me after the pain went away. It's such a different, filling
     sensation, to have something in your ass."

          "Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of
     waiting until now," I said, only partly in jest.

          "It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just think,
     I've missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Ellen?"

          It was Ellen's turn to blush. She lowered her head in
     embarrassment. "Yes," she whispered in response.

          "What are you acting so shy about?" laughed Beth. "You didn't
     like it?"

          "Mmmm. I loved it. I've been turned on by...you know...anal
     things ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don't believe I'm talking so
     openly about it."

          "You better define 'anal things,'" said Beth.

          Ellen really blushed at that question. "Well, I like to do
     things to people's...uh...asses, and I like to have things done to
     mine."

          "Like what?" asked Beth. Ellen had really piqued her interest.

          "Like..." There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost see
     her mind thinking. "Like having my anus...ah...what's the term?..." She
     seemed to be searching for just the right words. "Ah, you
     know...rimmed," she blurted. She paused for a moment, quiet and pensive.
     "Do you know what that means?"

          "I don't think so," said Beth, quite honestly.

          "It's like when someone licks you back there...with their
     tongue." Her face was red as a beet now.

          "I see," said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began
     to become more and more aroused.

          "And I like to do that to others, too." She seemed more animated
     now, more open, like she was confessing something she had held back for
     many years. "Am I embarrassing you?" she asked.

          Beth smiled. "Of course not, please go on."

          "If I'm not getting rimmed with a tongue or fucked by a nice
     cock in my ass, I like to have someone put a dildo in my backside. Oh,
     just thinking about it turns me on!"
          Just hearing about it was turning me on. My manhood was coming
     back to life, beginning to peak its head through the towel over my lap.
     Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.

          Ellen looked straight into Beth's eyes. "Would you like me to
     show you something very special?"

          Beth gulped. She thought for a few moments. "I'm game."

          Ellen turned her head and looked at me. "May I borrow her for
     few minutes?"

          "Oh, yes...Of course. I'll leave." I started to get up.

          "Why don't you stay and enjoy the show," said Ellen sexily. "I
     don't mind if Beth doesn't."

          Beth looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. I could
     read the sexual excitement in them. "Maybe he'll get some new ideas,"
     she said, giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for me to
     remain and watch.

          "He just might," said Ellen, pulling apart the sash on her robe,
     letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a good deal
     of her ample breasts. She looked over at me for a brief second, as if
     she were pondering her next move, then stood and nonchalantly shed the
     robe completely, dropping it fall to the floor at her feet, before
     sitting back down. It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my
     mind had to adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite
     pretty ladies in front of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on!

          My eyes darted from Ellen's full, hanging breasts, with their
     silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-
     brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower
     abdomen. She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view. To
     the contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than adequate
     body off for me (and, I'm sure, for Beth as well). I made a mental note
     to ask Ellen later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her
     treasures look. The growth of her curls was quite sparse; in fact, I
     found it quite amazing that Beth's thick forest of much darker curls
     completely hid her cuntal slit, whereas the thin crack of Ellen's pussy
     was quite visible through the hairs.

          Ellen devoured Beth with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her voice
     was soft as the morning. "Would you like me to give you a rim job?"

          Beth seem mesmerized by this woman. She managed only to nod her
     head in affirmation. Her hand was just below Ellen's melon-like right
     breast. For a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I tried to
     imagine her doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my little
     trick didn't work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath the hanging
     globe.

          "Kneel on the floor. Rest the top of your body on the sofa
     cushion," said Ellen, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.

          Beth curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the
     still seated woman. I loved her nakedness. My cock was now throbbing.
     Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got a good grip on
     myself. This is one show I knew I would really enjoy.

          "Like this?" asked Beth, moving to a kneeling position at the
     far right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the
     blue velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.

          "That's just fine," said Ellen, sliding off the sofa and moving
     to a seated position to Beth's left.

          Ellen leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Beth's
     hip. "So this is what you had to work with. What a perfect ass!"

          I thought to myself, "How true!" as I watched Ellen place the
     palms of her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeeze
     the pure white flesh. "Mmm, that feels good," husked Beth.

          "It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with
     you. She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left
     buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth's ass,
     raising tiny goosebumps across the alabaster surface.

          Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, that feels nice!"

          "It's called the warm-up," said Ellen, running the tips of her
     fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Beth's buttocks, all the
     way down to the anal region. She was careful, however, not to touch the
     recently deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly how to
     extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before
     she really pounced.

          Beth's breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes
     along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too modest," she
     said, "you're boyfriend is about to get an eyeful." I didn't comprehend
     the meaning of her words until I watched Ellen move her hands to Beth's
     lower ass. Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the
     two halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button
     that I had only recently deflowered.

          "I've never felt so exposed," said Beth, feeling both of our
     eyes on her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and stared
     straight ahead.

          "Relax," whispered Ellen. "We're all friends."

          "Friends usually don't examine each other's assholes," quipped
     Beth.

          "I like to look at yours," said Ellen. "It looks so tiny. How
     did her ever get his cock inside you?"

          "Very carefully," I said, and we all laughed.

          Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist to invade
     Beth's most private area. She looked at me with a slight look of
     disdain. "Men don't know how to take good care of a woman's ass. It
     takes a woman to do it right."

          Beth immediately became defensive. "I think he did just fine
     just a few minutes ago. I'm still tingling inside my ass."

          Ellen got more perturbed. She turned back and examined the
     opened anal region. "Wait until I finish with you, honey. I'll make you
     forget about his cock."

          She seemed bent on proving to Beth that she could better satisfy
     her sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, between me and her.
     I had already played my part, now it was her turn. It didn't really
     matter who was better--Beth was the real winner of the contest because
     all she had to do was sit back and enjoy.

          For the rest of the session, Ellen completely ignored me,
     blocking me from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand--giving
     Beth the best anal sex she was capable of giving. She ordered Beth to
     stretch out on the carpet, prone, on her tummy. She did so, making a
     lovely picture with her cute, curved ass and tightly closed legs. She
     was perpendicular to the sofa, her head almost touching its base. Ellen
     then turned and sort of squatted over Beth's naked back, placing her
     knees on either side of Beth's ribs. From my vantage point, almost
     directly behind my prone girlfriend's feet, I had a nice view of Ellen's
     light-haired pubic area, which she didn't seem to mind. Her boobs swayed
     from side to side with even the slightest of movements; her nipples were
     dark and erect.

          Ellen leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang
     delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on
     the back of Beth's upturned thighs. "Open your legs!" she commanded,
     urging her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate,
     supple flesh. Beth obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be
     baring the length of her hairy crotch to the both of us--Ellen from
     above and me from behind. In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily,
     exposing the soft pinkness of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite
     moist, providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual
     involvement with another woman was a real turn-on for her.

          "Raise your ass up!" ordered Ellen. Beth obliged once more,
     poking the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of smooth,
     white flesh.

          To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Ellen raised
     the palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the right
     buttock a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking sound. Beth
     screamed out, "OUCH! That hurt!" and reflexively lowered her abdomen
     until it was once again flush with the floor. Immediately, a red blush
     appeared where the hand had met her flesh.

          "It's supposed to," husked Ellen, knowing that her straddling
     position over Beth's back prevented her from easily escaping any further
     blows. "Get your ass back up!"

          Without a word of protest, Beth presented her tail bone once
     more, knowing that Ellen would probably deliver another slap. She was
     right-- Ellen raised her left hand this time and drove it hard onto the
     unmarked left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the
     top of Beth's thigh.
          "AHHH!" Beth cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside
     in its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not opposed
     to receiving more of the same. I could see Ellen's fingerprints imbedded
     on the soft, smooth skin of Beth's ass.

          Beth looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a few
     moments, studying the buns and the condition she had put on them,
     allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. "How does your ass feel?"
     she asked.

          "It's tingling all over!" blurted Beth.

          "It feels kind of good, doesn't it, Beth?"

          Beth gulped. "Y-yes, sort of," she replied.

          "Do you want some more?"

          I could almost see Beth's mind racing as she sifted through a
     host of responses to Ellen's question. She could suggest, politely, that
     she had had enough. She could tell her to go on and risk the
     consequences of more pain and, perhaps, humiliation. After all, her she
     was getting spanked on her bare bottom by a woman, her legs spread wide,
     exposing even the inside of her sex, with her boyfriend seated right
     behind her, watching everything in rapt attention.

          Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will it
     hurt very much?"

          "A little," replied Ellen in a soft, honest tone. "It's supposed
     to." As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the dimpled
     cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Beth shivered
     at the touch.

          "I...I guess it's okay," said Beth, obviously questioning in her
     own mind if she had given the right answer.

          Ellen dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek,
     opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which she regarded
     as her eventual target. This would all be part of her "warm-up" to the
     coup de gras to come.

          "I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it," she husked,
     leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she continued to
     visually examine the exposed anal region. When she let the cheeks bounce
     back into place, I knew that Beth was about to receive a bit more than
     she had bargained for. Ellen raised her hand over her shoulder this time
     as she swung it on a downward arc, lighting a fire on the exposed flesh
     as it struck with a vengeance. Ellen's breasts shook like jelly as the
     blow landed. As I watched the unbelievable scene developing before me, I
     stroked my cock harder beneath the towel.

          "AHH! OH!" Beth cried as a searing pain lit into her backside.
     "Not that hard!"

          "I'll decide how hard!" exclaimed Ellen, her brow furrowed.

          At that moment, Bill, Ellen's husband, came down the ladder from
     the loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. "What's going
     on? You guys woke me up." He was wearing only boxer shorts.

          Ellen looked up at him. "Sit and watch, if you like. You may not
     approve, but I'm giving Beth a first hand look at a new adventure, no
     pun intended," she said with a wry smile.

          Bill looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand
     conspicuously beneath it, then back at Beth's spread legs and her
     gorgeous reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his wife's
     behavior. "From time to time she likes to get on the wild side," he said
     to no one in particular.

          "Sit down and watch, if you want," said Ellen.

          Beth hadn't bargained for more audience. She closed her legs,
     tightly, not desiring to give Bill the same free show she had been
     giving me. Ellen recognized her reluctance immediately. Instead of
     ordering her to open up and display her treasures, however, she merely
     began massaging Beth's recently spanked ass cheeks with slowly kneading
     fingers, working the flesh beneath her fingers like putty. She seemed to
     know exactly what to do to soothe Beth's obvious humiliation, leaning
     forward at the waist and continuing the massage along the backs of
     Beth's delicately textured thighs.

          She kept the massage going for several minutes, without
     speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of Beth's legs with a
     smooth precision. "That feels nice," Beth sighed, coming out of her
     stupor.

          Purposely, Ellen's massaging fingers curled around Beth's lower
     ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds, opened the
     crack there to expose the pink rosebud. She seemed to be getting Beth
     used to the idea that it wasn't necessarily wrong to exhibit herself to
     three people at the same time.

          In time, Beth's breathing became more labored, the kneading
     fingers giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly, Ellen leaned
     forward and placed her hands a bit further between Beth's tightly closed
     legs. With the gentlest of urgings, she pushed against the inner thigh
     muscles and watched as Beth's legs parted just a little, relaxing her
     inhibitions.

          "You have a beautiful body," whispered Ellen, abandoning the
     legs in their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the
     reddened ass cheeks. Beth's position allowed a few of the curls of the
     back of her pussy to peek out from between the 'V' of her legs.

          Ellen alternated between massaging Beth's buttocks and lightly
     scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Beth to begin moaning
     once more. The moans were a signal to Ellen that her plan was working.
     She leaned forward, tits hanging downward again, much to my delight, and
     returned her hands to the insides of Beth's legs. This time her urging
     was more insistent. The barrier now broken, I watched the legs open once
     more. I looked over at Bill. Her was staring right into the opening.

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