Beth And The Burtons Pt 02

Beth was in her room working on a paper when Craig walked down the hall and entered the bathroom. She turned and looked through her door when she heard the unfamiliar footsteps and saw him kneeling by the faucet. He was wearing a tool belt and went to work fixing the diverter on the shower.

It's about time,

Beth thought,

the shower has been on the fritz for days!

The Clubhouse had a full bathroom on the upper floor and in the basement. The upstairs shower shared by Beth, Monica, and Kim, was on the fritz. She was able to use the bathroom downstairs, but she had mixed emotions about walking through the house wrapped in a towel, especially with unfamiliar boys like David and Marco sharing her living space.

I could really use a break.

Beth thought, and wondered whether Craig would be interested in a blowjob. Realizing she didn't have much time, she picked up her phone and texted his wife, Judy.

Hey Judy, Craig is here fixing our shower. Would you mind if I sucked the cum out of his balls before he heads out? He hasn't noticed I'm here yet.

She hit "send" and eagerly waited for a response. Judy and Craig Burton were swingers and rules were the foundation of their non-monogamy.

Judy called her back immediately. "Hi Beth," Judy said when she answered the phone. "I really don't think that's a good idea. The Clubhouse isn't the best place for discrete sexual encounters."

Beth was crestfallen. "Are you sure? I can leave the phone on speaker so you can listen in. Maybe I can even get Craig to take some dirty pictures of us." There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"Okay, but be

really

quiet, we don't want the whole neighborhood to know you're fucking my husband."

"No problem," Beth replied, excited. "You might want to mute the mic on your end so he doesn't hear you!"

"Good idea!"

*Nice!* Beth thought, happy that Judy had replied in time. She put her phone on speaker and set it down on her bedside table. She stuck her head out just in time to see Craig finish up with a satisfied grunt. He got to his feet and washed his hands in the sink. "Hey Craig!" She said, surprising him. He dried his hands on a towel and came to stand in the doorway of her room.

"Hey Beth!" He said, smiling under his gray streaked beard. "How are your classes?"

"Going great, just working on a paper," she told him. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "Would you mind coming in here for a second? I need your help with something." She shot him a look that made it clear what it was that she needed, but he balked.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," he said. Beth was pleased to see him blush.

"Oh no? That's too bad," Beth raised a finger to her lips and pouted theatrically. "I was hoping you'd send Judy some pictures of me with your dick in my mouth," Beth sighed. She glanced down at his crotch, and was pleased to see the mass of his cock swelling. "Come on! Monica and Kim are out and we'll be quiet. No one will hear us!" She grabbed him by the waist and he let her draw him into her bedroom.

"Still kind of a mess in here," he remarked quietly, closing the door behind him. He scanned the cardboard boxes that still held most of her things. "Guess you haven't had a lot of time to unpack yet, eh?"

She shushed him. "Never mind that." She pushed her blankets aside and bade him sit on the edge of her single bed. The bed was against the wall and he was able to lean back against it as she knelt between his legs. She undid the button of his jeans, pulled the zipper down and helped him take off his pants and boxers.

His cock sprang up, fully erect and she wrapped one hand around him. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she stroked him and sucked his hairy balls one at time. "Holy cow, Beth, your mouth feels

amazing

," Craig tilted his head back and tried to relax but then sat up again when he realized he was forgetting something. "I need to call Judy". He took out his phone and dialed his wife's number. "It's going straight to voicemail."

"You should leave her a dirty message," Beth suggested, knowing full well that Judy was already listening in.

"Hey Judy," he said into the phone. "I'm over at the Clubhouse. Beth is here. She uh... she's sucking my cock right now." He took a deep breath as she sucked on the tip of his shaft. "It feels amazing. She wants me to take a bunch of dirty pictures of her so I can send them to you." Beth worked him with her mouth and he gasped, rolling his head back and forth as he fought to control himself. "I love you, I'll see you soon," He hung up the phone and opened the camera app, snapping a few choice photos of Beth with her tongue on his member and his dick balls deep in her mouth.

"Look at me," Beth insisted as he put the phone down. She flattened her tongue against the base of his shaft and licked his member from base to head, eyes locked on his. "Don't look away, keep your eyes on me but think about your wife while I suck your cock." The dirty talk was mostly for Judy. Beth put the head of Craig's staff in her mouth and licked off the bead of precum that had formed there. "Imagine Judy is here with us. What's she doing? Is she helping me pleasure you? Is she riding your face while I suck your dick?"

Craig shook his head, never taking his eyes off Beth as she slowly wrapped her lips around him and drove him into the back of her mouth. He raised his hand and tangled his fingers in her hair driving himself deeper inside her.

"If Judy were here she wouldn't be helping you suck my dick

or

riding my face, she'd be behind you, licking your ass and pussy, getting your holes ready for my meat," Craig told her, holding her down.

Fuck that is so hot,

Beth suppressed a gag as he ground his cock against the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water and she imagined Judy behind her, working her asshole with her tongue and fingering her pussy. Beth was wet; and she knew she was going to have to change her panties when she was done.

I want him to fuck me in the ass.

No one had ever done that to her before, and she knew that Craig would do it if she asked. It occurred to her that Craig's mention of his wife "preparing her holes for him" implied he maybe

wanted

to fuck her ass; which was great because after the care and attention the Burton's had showed her, she trusted Craig to fulfill that fantasy more than any man alive.

But this was not the time and she forced the fantasy away. She didn't have any of the things she knew they needed and she wanted to practice with a toy before letting anyone near her virgin asshole.

She pulled away and inhaled deeply, tears from her watery eyes running down her cheeks. "Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass before, Craig?" Beth whispered. She licked the length of his cock again, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah. Loads of times," Craig nodded, breathing deeply as he struggled to maintain control of his pleasure. "Judy

loves

getting fucked in the ass." He studied her face as she went down on him again, pushing the head of his dick into the back of her throat. She choked, and forced her gag reflex away. He held her there for a moment and she tilted her head from side to side, bobbing slightly as fresh tears made salty streaks down her cheeks. Seconds ticked by as she bobbed her head on his cock.

I can't breathe!

Finally he released her and she took him out of her mouth with a gasp. She stroked him and sucked his balls again.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass Beth?" Craig asked, stroking her face.

She shook her head. "No."

But I definitely want to,

she thought. "Do you want to fuck me in the ass, Craig?" She kept her voice down and held his gaze. Even though Monica and Kim were out of the house, she had no idea where David and Marco were and she was terrified someone would hear them.

"Beth I want to fuck you in the ass

right now

," He grabbed the sheets with his fists and tilted his head back, struggling to contain his orgasm so he could continue to enjoy the feel of her mouth on his flesh. His assertion was practically a question, but she knew it was impossible. She couldn't deny that she wanted his cock, but she wasn't equipped for it. Besides, she'd told Judy they'd do their best to avoid letting the whole house know what they were up to. Her bed was noisy, and if he put her on her back, or she climbed on top of him, there would be no keeping their activities from the rest of the house.

"Right now I want you to fuck my

throat

." She went down on him again, letting him push the head of his cock into the back of her skull.

"Fuck that's so hot," Craig gasped.

She pulled herself off and shushed him. "Quiet! I don't want the whole house to know you're in here getting your dick sucked, Craig!" Beth watched him for a few moments, stroking him as she struggled to form the words to express her feelings. "Craig I want you to be the one who fucks my ass for the first time," she told him, bluntly. "I want your cock so far in my guts that when you come I taste it in my mouth!" She took him in, and moaned as a steam of precum flowed over her tongue.

"Wow. Beth if you keep talking like that you're gonna taste my come right now." He held her down, gently but insistently fucking her mouth until she pulled herself off him, gasping as air filled her starving lungs. His cock was sopping with spit and precum. "Promise?" Without waiting for his reply, she grabbed his hands, held them down on the bed and then went down on him again and again, bobbing her head up and down his entire shaft for several long seconds. She worked his flesh with her lips and tongue, drawing the cum out of him. She felt him twitch once, and tasted the first spurt of his semen.

Oh yeah.

There

it is.

"Fuck yeah I'm coming. I'm gonna come in your throat you fucking slut!"

Too loud. Too fucking loud.

She swallowed quickly, sucked a breath in through her nostrils and pushed herself down on him as hard as she could. She released his hands and they rushed up into her hair. He held her down, gently rocking his hips as he thrust himself into her, pouring every drop of his orgasm into the back of her mouth. She moaned along with the rhythm of his thrusts, encouraging him use her for his pleasure.

"Fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. That feels so fucking good in your throat, wow,"

he muttered, elated. Finally he released her. She coughed and swallowed the last of his seed.

"Thank you so much," he said.

She gave him a final suck, and pulled herself off the end of his dick with a loud pop. "You're welcome, now you need to leave. I have work to do!" She smiled and climbed to her feet so she could kiss him, but he surprised her by grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed with him. The wooden frame creaked alarmingly.

Everyone in the house heard that!

Beth winced. "If my roommates find out you're in my bedroom Judy will be pissed and we'll never hear the end of it!" Beth whispered sharply. "Besides, I have a paper to write!"

"Oh no! You're not getting rid of me that easily!" He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest. Her panties were soaked. She really didn't want anyone to know what they were doing, but she desperately wanted more of his cock. Craig had other ideas. "I want to eat your pussy," he whispered in her ear. "I want to make you scream so loudly that no one will ever doubt that you're my little whore."

Well when you put it that way.

Beth knew that as soon as his tongue was on her she'd want to fuck him. Hell she

already

wanted to fuck him. Her rational mind insisted that fucking her over-the-hill landlord on a rickety bed surrounded by thin walls in a old house that was maybe full of people who would hear them was a Bad Idea. Her pussy's counter argument was the memory of how impossibly good his tongue had felt the first time they'd been together. The affection and lust in his eyes was tearing down any further resistance. She wanted him. Fuck her roommates and fuck the neighbors. This was happening and if anyone had any complaints they could take it up with her raging libido.

"Okay," she consented, "you can eat my pussy, but then you have to leave!" She knew she was deluding herself; they were definitely gonna fuck. They rolled over, switching places so he was on top of her. The bed groaned with every movement, but that didn't stop him from pulling her pants and undergarments off and sliding down between her legs. "Do you like my tattoos?" She asked, suddenly self conscious. "Some guys find them trashy."

"Not trashy at all," Craig told her, licking his lips. "They're sexy; part of what makes you special."

Her heart leaped and she felt herself flush.

Bastard knows just what to say to make me feel good about myself.

Beth tried to relax, but her ears strained to hear the front door or any other sound in the house. She had to know if Kim or Monica were coming home so she could kick Craig out before they realized what was happening. The boys, David, and Marco, had rooms in the basement. Beth had no idea if they were home, or whether they could hear the noises being made upstairs, but she hoped they stayed wherever the hell they were so she could fool around with Craig in peace.

He circled her legs with his arms and parted her bush. His tongue touched her and a shock of pleasure blossomed in her loins. She grabbed his head with both hands, running her fingers through his gray hair as his tongue danced on the end of her clit. Despite herself, she began to moan, and tried to cover her mouth to muffle the sound. Craig was having none of it. He pulled her hands down and held her wrists. He stopped pleasuring her just long enough to say: "I want them to hear us, I want

everyone

to hear us."

What a hot, yet terrifying prospect.

"Craig..." she groaned, "I don't think this is a good idea! We're supposed to be discreet!"

"I want you to come so hard that Judy hears you at home and gets wet," he insisted.

If only you knew!

Judy

was

listening, and Beth had no illusions as to whether Craig would get an earful when he got home.

"Do you want me to stop," He asked, "or make you come your brains out again?"

He continued his labor of love, and her orgasm approached like an out-of-control aircraft. Reason was sucked out an open door in the plane's cabin and lost amidst the clouds of her euphoria. "Fuck yeah make me come Craig," she said, "make me come so hard the windows break!" He released her wrists and their fingers intertwined. His tongue floated over her clit like a hummingbird, darting in to taste her juices and send waves of ecstasy through her body. She cried out each time, no longer bothering to restrain herself and in seconds she was screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs as every muscle in her body contracted. "Yes, yes yes yes

yeeeeessss

." She clamped her thighs around his skull and held on as her body quaked and shook. Finally, gasping like a amateur sprinter, she regained control and relaxed her legs. He raised his head, and grinned at her like an idiot. His beard was positively soaked with her juices.

"Fuck that was so good." Out of breath, she lay back, half expecting Craig to get up and leave, but instead he climbed up over her until she felt his newly erect phallus pressing into her bush. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. "This is

such

a bad idea." She held his gaze, bit her lip, and nodded, reaching down to direct his cock through her sopping bush, and into her cunt. He grabbed her legs, pushed them back towards her shoulders and hooked his arms around her knees. "Oh my god, Craig!" Beth exclaimed. "What are you doing?" He intertwined his fingers in hers and pinned her hands next to her head.

"Fucking your brains out." He worked himself inside her and pressed his lips against her ear. Every time he drove his rod home the bed protested like a tree in a windstorm.

"Your pussy feels so good. I can't stop thinking about you," his whispers teased her ear canal, a fitting counterpoint to the crude thrusts stuffing her like a thanksgiving turkey. "I can't stop thinking about your thick body, your luscious red hair and your tattoos. You're like a dream come true."

Beth felt herself melt. She was absolutely drenched. Somehow, her body kept finding more fluid to throw at Craig's cock, and it ran out of her pussy, and down over her ass. Her body was covered with sweat, and there was a growing mess of sexual excretions soaking into the sheets. She could barely hear the lewd, squelching slap of his balls against her flesh over the sound of her headboard banging a hole in the bedroom wall.

A twinge of guilt sparked in her chest and she struggled to push it down. They'd abandoned all attempts at discretion, deliberately replacing it with the opposite. Instead of quietly grinding out a couple of orgasms for each other they were broadcasting their fornication at full volume. What was it Judy had said?

Make me cum and I'll let my husband fuck you

whenever

and

however

he wants?

Did that include him expressing all these feelings for her? Did that include them making a spectacle of their affair and maybe embarrassing Judy in the process? With all the noise they were making, there was no way Judy could hear the things he was saying. But how would she feel if she knew he was comparing her to something out of a dream? Despite her misgivings, every pounding iteration was driving pleasure through her like a nail and nothing short of the literal collapse of the house would convince her to stop him. If her roommates walked in right now, demanding to know what the noise was, she'd insist Craig continue and let them watch in awe as she came all over his dick, eagerly accepting every wriggling sperm into the deepest parts of her body.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he went on, "I can't stop thinking about the way you squeeze my cock while I'm inside you." He moaned and stirred his shaft inside her.

My turn.

"Craig after I came home the other night I fucked myself again thinking about your big dick coming inside me," she confessed, grunting under his repeated thrusts. She wanted Judy and whoever else was listening to hear. She wanted them to know she was getting fucked and how much she was enjoying it. "I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt when you first climbed on top of me and I felt your dick grinding against my bush. Craig you made me cum so hard and I`m so happy you want to make me come on your dick again!"

She couldn't believe how aroused she was. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck, sucking and biting her as he fucked her slutty cunt. It didn't hurt. It felt good.

So

good and she knew she would let him do just about anything to her. Never one to sit idly and wait for what she wanted to come to her, Beth told him. "Craig I want you try putting your cock in my ass."

So much for waiting

. Craig's next stroke landed so hard the plaster on the wall behind her cracked.

"Holy shit Beth," he released her hands and pushed himself up right. She lowered her legs and he put his thumb on her clit to compensate for the change in rhythm. He massaged her and despite the less intense pounding, her pleasure skyrocketed. She almost blew a fuse right then and there. "Are you sure? Anal can be pretty intense. Do you have lube?"

"Don't think about it, Craig," Beth drew in her breath. "Just try it. My pussy feels like a spring flood and your cock has gotta be soaked."

If he keeps rubbing my clit I'm gonna cum and then he'll never get it in me.

She pulled his hand away. "Fuck me in the ass, please. Fuck me in the ass like you fuck your suburban whore wife, and

don't hold back.

"

"Okay." She could tell Craig was nervous. He knew she'd never tried anal before, and using the overflow from her pussy as lube wasn't exactly best practice. "Give me your pillow," He said. She took it out from under her head and he stuffed it under her hips. "Are you ready?"