The Adventures of Beth

I wrote the following story almost ten years ago, but never published it. Somehow, I lost the first part. Enjoy.

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I was able to get Beth out of the punishment room without anyone really noticing. I could tell she wasn't enjoying the activities there, and when she accidentally (?) backed into me and felt my hardness against her cute little ass, I took advantage of the situation. Putting my hand on her shoulder, I whispered "Do you want to get out of here for a while?"

She made no attempt to alter her position, though it was quite obvious that it wasn't a pencil in my pocket that was jabbing into her. Instead, she merely turned her pretty head and nodded affirmatively. I backed out of the door on the left side of the room, with Beth close behind, and we stealthily made our way to my cabin. I held her hand, which was trembling slightly, all the way there. Once inside, behind the locked door, I poured two drinks. To my surprise, she gulped hers down with several huge swallows.

"Wow, aren't we thirsty," I remarked.

"Maybe it will help me forget," she said.

"Drinking never helps you forget. It only heightens the bad memories, and hides the truly good ones. Did it really bother you back there?"

She hesitated before replying. "Yes, I guess it did. I've never seen anyone punished that severely."

"She wasn't being punished exactly. I mean, she as much into receiving pain as Elena is into giving it."

"I gathered that," said Beth softly. "But still, when one is not used to seeing that sort of thing...."

"I understand. Let's talk about something else. Like you, for instance. How old are you, Beth?"

She blushed slightly. "Twenty-one. I'll be 22 next month."

"You are quite pretty. But you already knew that."

She blushed again, then turned her head away. Her blond hair seemed to shine in the overhead lights. She did not appear to be feigning such shyness. After a moment, she looked back at me, her soft blue eyes twinkling. "I don't get too many compliments," she said with a slight gulp.

I smiled. "Only because I'm not around all the time to provide them. If I were, you'd grow tired of them, day after day."

She returned the smile. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight. "I'd never grow tired of someone saying I was pretty."

"Well, all I can say is if you don't hear that word enough, it's only because it goes without saying. You are naturally pretty, Beth. Do you ever wear make-up?"

She shook her head in the negative without taking her eyes from mine. I wanted to melt in her arms. The white cashmere sweater she was wearing fit snugly enough over her tits to show me that her pebble- hard nipples were attempting to poke a hole through the bra beneath. Her dark blue skirt was hemmed several inches above the knee. She was bare-legged, something that always turned me on in a woman who was wearing a skirt. I don't know why--perhaps it's the thought that it's always nice to guess what's up a skirt, and the lack of pantyhose or stockings just makes that task a lot easier.

"Why don't we sit down?" I suggested.

She followed me to the sofa. She could have chosen to sit in the facing me, but, instead, plopped right down next to me, her skirt riding half way up her creamy-smooth thighs in the process as she crossed her legs. We chatted for at least twenty or thirty minutes. I noticed her cheeks reddening slightly, probably the effect of her downing the drink so fast. She seemed perfectly at ease with me. If she could have read my mind perhaps her demeanor would not have been so friendly. Sensing that there was nothing phony about her, I decided on a direct approach. At least I expected an honest rejection if it didn't work.

"Please forgive me for being so bold, Beth, but you turn me on tremendously. I'd love to do all sorts of wicked things to your body." I prepared my best smile for the final sentence, giving me an out that I was only jesting, should she turn me down.

She blushed for the third time, then lowered her head, looking down at her hands clasped on her lap. "I think I would like that very much, David," she said softly. "I have to admit that I was attracted to you from the first time I met you."

It was my turn for my face to turn red. "Do you like to cuddle?" I smiled, opening my arms in invitation.

"I love to cuddle!" she exclaimed, accepting the invitation without hesitation, as she turned her body into mine with my arms around her and her legs facing in the opposite direction. Her left tit was crushed against my chest; it didn't feel large, but it really felt hard. She put her right hand on my chest, followed by her head. I kissed the top of her hair, feeling her shiver at the touch. I couldn't believe I'd gotten so lucky.

There was a pause of several quiet moments. Breaking the reverie, she said, "Can I ask you a question, David?"

"Of course?"

"Do you always have an erection?"

I laughed. There was no hiding the thing poking out of the inside of my pants. "Only at proper moments," I replied.

"Like now, for instance," she said. I couldn't see, but I could feel her smile.

"Like now." I brushed the back of her hair with my hand. It was soft as silk.

"I have that kind of affect on you?" she whispered softly.

"I guess you do. Does that upset you?"

"Oh, no! I'm flattered."

She tilted her head back far enough to present her perfectly complexioned face to my view. Her lips were ripe and thick, parted slightly. She moved her hand from my chest to my face. It didn't take me long to realize what she wanted, and my lips were locked with hers seconds later. Her kiss was as soft and gently passionate as I one could hope for. Some women attempt to storm a man on the first kiss, but Beth merely gave out all the tenderness she could muster. Even her tongue didn't forage all the way into my mouth, but I could feel the tip of it lightly brush against my lips from time to time.

In the process of kissing me, she shifted her hips slightly so her left thigh ran along the outside of my right thigh, and her upper thigh sort of rested over the top of both of our legs. Her legs were bent at the knee, with her feet still pointing away from us. Her breathing became deeper as the kiss went on, and her mouth more active as she ground her lips sensuously against mine.

"I think you've got me turned on," I whispered as I was the first to pull back from the kiss. My hand caressed the back of her luxuriously soft silky blond hair.

"That's what I was hoping," she said thickly.

"Have you been with many men?"

"A few," she replied with a warm smile.

"And women?"

Her eyes blinked once. "A few."

Almost nonchalantly, her hand dropped to my lap, right next to my now fully charged manhood. I thought she was going to touch it, but instead, lowered her head into the crook of my neck and began scratching the top of my right thigh with her fingernails. As I continued to stroke her hair with my right hand, I lowered my free hand to her chest, on top of the cashmere sweater, between her tits, without touching either of them. The sweater was as soft as her hair. I knew she was mine for the taking, but I wanted everything to be perfect. We could take as long as we liked to get to know each other.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"A little," she replied.

"I'll be gentle," I whispered.

"I like that in man."

"But not a woman?"

She giggled slightly. "There haven't been that many women, David. But yes, I like gentleness in a woman, too."

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I managed to move my hand over the top of her right breast, touching it only enough to let her know that it was there, seeing what her reaction might be. The touch brought a little "Mmm," from deep within her throat. I could tell her tits were not big, that was obvious even from casually looking at her, but I was never a real tit man anyway. A little downward pressure caused her nipple to press into my palm. This time the "Mmm," was serious.

"Oh, David, my nipples are very sensitive!"

"You like them to be touched?"

"Yes... Oh, yes!" she cooed as I moved my palm back and forth slowly and gently over the hardened nubbin. She then tilted her head back up and offered me her pouty lips once more. This time, however, her tongue delved straight into my mouth and she ran her hand straight up between my legs and grabbed hold of my balls and cock. I opened my legs to accommodate her efforts, and she dug into the area with abandon, massaging me there and squeezing my cock with milking upward motions over the top of my pants.

Getting to her cute little tits was a piece of cake--her sweater lay over the top of her skirt. I merely reached under the soft cashmere and took hold of her bra-encased breast with my hand. She gasped into my mouth and squeezed my manhood even harder as it was my turn to massage her. While she pumped me up and down with her hand, I kneaded the soft flesh and flicked my thumb back and forth over the turgid nubbin.

I couldn't believe how active her mouth was. She was doing something no woman had ever done to me-- filling my mouth not only with her tongue, but also with copious amounts of her saliva which mixed tastily with mine. I felt like she wanted to make me drink from her mouth, and I accepted everything she offered with pleasure. I knew right then and there that I could never get enough of this lovely thing.

When the second kiss finally broke, Beth was literally panting. Her brow was filled with tiny beads of sweat. She hadn't let go of my cock, and I was still caressing her girlish tit. "Tell me what you would like me to do, Beth," I husked.

"Everything, David--I want everything. I want it all." She continued to masturbate me over the top of my pants as she spoke.

"Is there anything you haven't tried that you would like to do?"

She smiled. "What do you like best? I'll do anything you want me to."

There was no doubt in my mind that she was perfectly serious. "You have no idea how kinky I can get when I'm with a woman. Maybe you're not ready..."

"David," she interrupted, "My mouth, my tits, my ass, my pussy---they're yours to do whatever you want. Do you want me to give you the best blow job you ever had?"

I knew she wanted to get her lips on my manhood, but I had other things in mind, at least right now. "I want something else first, Beth."

"Yes?" she said softly.

I moved my hand from her breast to her behind, then squeezed the fullness of her ass. "I want this," I whispered.

She smiled sexily. "That's one thing I've never done," she whispered, sensing my urgency. "But if that's what you want, that's what you get." She plastered her body against mine.

I looked at her with surprised look on my face. "Never?"

Her giggle was contagious. "Hey, silly, there has to be a first time, doesn't there?"

I didn't answer her, I just held her tightly. It had been weeks since I had even thought of anal sex, and much longer than that since I had an opportunity to partake of its many pleasures. Not that I didn't have the opportunity for any type of sex I wanted, and not that it wasn't one of my favorite forms of enjoyment, but I had much to keep me occupied during my travels in Europe. For the longest time I traveled with a crowd deeply into sadism (it is where I had met Ricardo), and although analism was a part of the culture, the victims were more often impaled with artificial devices in lieu of real-life cocks.

The last time I had fucked a woman in the ass was still rich in my memory, however. She wanted nothing else out of me. I had met her in Paris, but didn't fuck her until we got to London. When I attempted to penetrate her vaginally, she balked, feigning a fear of pregnancy. She later confided that for the past ten years it was the only form of sex she permitted her partners to have with her. She loved it. I took her there three times that night; the last time I was in her almost an hour before I came. I slept for ten hours after that, and when I awoke she was gone.

"Well, we can't very well do anything with as much clothes as we have on," I said.

"I'm not shy!" she exclaimed, lifting her body off of mine long enough to pull her cashmere sweater over her head and drop it on the floor next to us. "Now it's your turn!"

"You do it for me."

Her bra was white and lacy, with the creamy flesh of her breasts visible through the embroidered lace. I could even make out the darker colored aureole and pebble-like nipples though the sheer material. As she dutifully undid the buttons on my shirt, I watched her firm, girlish tits jiggle slightly. She drew the shirt down my arms as I leaned forward to accommodate her. I wasn't wearing an undershirt.

"Your turn," I said.

"You do it for me!" she exclaimed, turning her back to me and offering the clasp of her bra.

First, however, I leaned forward and kissed her sweaty back with my lips and tongue while I reached in front of her and grasped both of her girlish breasts in my palms. She literally shivered at the combined touches. As I ran my hands all over the front of the lacy bra, squeezing the fleshy mounds to my heart's delight, Beth moaned softly.

"David, please--take my bra off and do that!" she said in a pleading voice.

I decided to question her about her previous activities with respect to anal sex. She had been forthcoming with answers to all my other questions; I expected no less now. "I suppose you know you've got a sexy little ass, doll-baby."

"Think so?"

"Mmm mmm. It's the only part of you that isn't girlish. It's a woman's ass, Beth, nice and supple, with curves in just right the right places. Why don't you turn over on your tummy and let me play with you a little there?"

"Are you going to take me there?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "If you want me to."

"Be gentle, David," she said as she turned her naked body over on her stomach. She was a brave soul indeed. I turned on my left side and placed my hand in the small of her back, above her rising, white globes, and scratched her with my fingernails.

"What does Laurie do to you there?" I boldly asked.

She giggled. "Well, you know, she kisses me there."

"All over your cute little buns or in your anal region?"

"Getting personal, aren't we?" She had a sexy glow in her soft blue eyes.

"You don't have to tell me," I said.

"No, I don't mind. I have no secrets to hide from you, David. She likes to do both, that is, kiss me all over and kiss me inside there."

"Tell me what she does to you."

"Well, first she kisses my ass and licks it all over, and then she opens me up and starts me off with the tip of her middle finger. She usually wets the fingers in her mouth or my pussy. I like it when it's wet like that. Sometimes she puts her finger inside, sometimes she just frenches me there with her tongue."

"Puts her tongue in your anus?" I feigned profound shock.

"Yes, silly," she laughed.

"How far?" I asked with a wide-eyed expression.

"David! You're terrible! Must I tell you everything?"

I mustered a sincere look. "Beth baby, I want to know everything there is to know about you and your body."

"Why didn't you ask all these questions about my pussy?"

I smiled. "Because your asshole intrigues me. I wonder how I am going to penetrate it with my finger, let alone my cock. But I have to try. Does she hurt you when she uses her finger there?"

"No. It really feels good. So good, in fact, I've started using my own finger there when I do myself."

She struck a nerve with her last comment. She was telling me everything! I let my hand graze towards her full, round buttocks and began lightly scratching them. "How often do you do that?" I asked.

"How often do I do myself?"

"Uh-uh," I replied.

She giggled again. "Every night Laurie doesn't do me. Like maybe two or three times per week."

"Will you show me how you do it sometime?"

"Oh boy! That's really getting personal, but if you want me to I will. I'll do anything you want me to. I want to make you happy, David."

I moved my fingertips closer to my eventual target. When my hand touched her lower buttocks, she opened her legs a little wider in an inviting gesture, silently telling me to explore more of this area. I gently moved my fingertips along the inside of the length of her ass crease, from top to bottom, and then made a return trip.

"Mmm," she whispered, "That feels nice, David. You're so gentle with me." I continued moving my fingertips inside the crease without penetrating the anal region. I wanted her to think about my intentions, to heighten her own awareness of this part of her body before I made any moves into her back door.

"It's play time," I said, shifting my body at a ninety degree angle to hers; about waist high I put the upper third of my body over the small of her back, on my side. My hairy armpit nestled right in her lower back. I had a perfect view, looking downwards, of her rising ass. It was filled with goose bumps, evidence of my recent philandering along her ass crease. The skin of her buttocks was pure white and unblemished. I grabbed two handfuls of the firm muscles and squeezed her to test the resiliency of the flesh. It was very firm.

"Your ass is perfect, Beth. It was made to be fondled and loved."

"It's yours. Have at it."

Taking her cue, I leaned my head down and softly kissed the ripe left globe. I heard her suck her breath in as I did. "Your skin is so soft here," I exclaimed.

"It likes to be touched," she whispered.

"Let's have a look at the target," I said, moving my body slightly downwards and placing the length of my index fingers at either side of her lower ass crease. Gently, I moved the cheeks apart. Her anus was tiny and pink, very clean-looking, hardly bigger than the tip of my little finger, round and puckered, crinkled and innocent-looking. "It's pretty," I said.

"That's the first time anyone said my asshole was pretty," she laughed.

"It is, really," I said in all sincerity. I studied the very center of the anus, the crinkled membranes which led into a tiny crater in the middle. I wondered how anything could ever fit in that tiny orifice. Surely she jested when she told me her own finger had been in there. The anal region was hairless except for light-colored peach fuzz which had formed along the insides of her ass crease and extended to her upper thighs. I moved my index fingers closer to the puckered circle and pried the area open a bit more by pushing the delicate surrounding skin to either side. The movement caused the anus to open slightly. Beth knew I was examining her most private area.

"I feel so exposed, David. I've never had anyone look at me there before." She was a little embarrassed by my boldness, but I needed to wash away all of her inhibitions.

"I could look at you there all day and never see enough. I can't tell you how innocent, yet sexy it looks." A girl's asshole always seemed so inaccessible, so protected between the ass cheeks. When I first opened a woman's ass and found the little button there, I didn't think much of it except as a place for nature to take its course. I didn't even think of it as a sexual object until I met a girl in Thailand, in a massage parlor. She gave me my first rim-job, and then invited me to do the same to her. Ever since then, I have found thousands of pleasures at this entrance to the body.

"I used to think it was dirty," said Beth, becoming more relaxed despite my examination of her anal region, "until Laurie did me like that, too. Now it is second nature to me. Sometimes me and Laurie get into a '69' position and kiss each other there. We always wash real good before we do it, so it's nice and fresh and clean. Her tongue is really long, David, and she can get it far inside me, both front and back." I ran the tip of my middle finger over the crinkled anus. It was soft and pliable.