Chapter 10: Beth's visit
I awoke later, somewhat confused. I seemed to remember that Beth called me at some point after the chapter meeting, and I remember her saying something about coming over but almost everything after that is a bit of a blur...at least to a point.
I know I locked the door and went to the bathroom, where I fell asleep sitting on the toilet. Not surprising after what I'd been through at the chapter meeting. I woke up with a numbness in my legs and nearly fell when I realized they were asleep as well. It took several minutes of effort to restore feeling enough for me to stand.
At some point, I stripped naked and dropped to the bed, without even getting under the sheet. That's the point where things evidently happened that I had no knowledge of, or was so sound asleep it didn't matter.
Now, I was lying face down on my bed, naked. My hand was next to my face on the pillow and my right arm was tucked into my body. No problem so far, right? Where the confusion came in was why my legs were spread so wide and why I had a pillow under my body, just above my hips. Are you getting the picture?
The next thing I noticed was that someone was lying on the bed between my legs and thankfully, they were female. Some how or another, two of her fingers had found their way into my pussy and her face was lying against my ass. Hen nose was nestled between my ass cheeks, holding them open for her tongue, which was probing my anus over and over again.
How I'd managed to stay asleep long enough for all this to happen was an indication of the skill of my chapter members. I was so close to an orgasm already that I slipped into it with a powerful shudder and a loud expletive. When I was allowed to calm, she crawled up along side of me and smiled at me, pushing her fingers to my lips that I could have a taste of her efforts.
"Go wash your face, you naughty girl," I said.
She laughed and got up to go into the bathroom. I lay quietly, still on my stomach and my ass still in the air, while she cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth. She came back to me and I suddenly realized that she was still dressed.
"What the hell is that all about?" I asked. "Why are you still dressed?"
She did a slow pirouette, and giggled. "You were just laying there, begging to be screwed and I didn't want to take the time or risk you waking up to stop me. Besides, I think I'll let you undress me, right after you get up and do whatever you have to do in the bathroom. I'll make some coffee. Are you hungry?"
"What a way to wake up," I declared. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon," she replied.
I groaned and pulled the pillow from underneath me so I could roll out of bed. I wobbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and did all the other things young ladies are prone to do when they first wake up in the morning.
By the time I'd slipped into my robe and went to the kitchen, coffee was poured, as was a glass of orange juice, and she was taking the last of the cinnamon French toast from the skillet. I hadn't realized how hungry I was but I devoured the French toast as well as the two eggs she fried.
"If you're doing all this just to get laid, you may be disappointed," I warned.
"Why Samantha, how could you possibly think something like that. I just came over here to help a good friend recover from a stressful bout of chapter sex. That's all."
"Whatever," I replied. "The French toast is awesome, by the way. You didn't have to do that but I certainly appreciate it."
"I'm glad to be of service," she replied, bowing deeply.
"Do you know how beautiful you are in the morning?" I asked.
"Now who's trying to get laid" she replied. "I'm just a friend who's worried about you."
"I'm not sure I could handle it anyway," I replied. "Just that quick orgasm wore me out."
"I don't think it's that your getting too much sex, Sam, I think the problem is that you aren't eating right or not eating enough, or both. You've lost weight since the first time I saw you and you don't need to lose weight. If you lose much more, you're going to be destroying your body."
"I guess," I agreed. "I have noticed that my clothes don't fit right. I come home from work at night, and I"m so tired I don't even want to think about cooking anything and I get so tired of microwave meals I can't stand it."
She sighed and went to get her purse. "I'm going to introduce you to someone you'll grow to love, hate and fear all at the same time."
"How charming," I replied. "Who is she, some Amazon mud wrestler?"
"You're not far off, hon," she replied. "You call her and tell her you want the same meals she makes for me. She'll deliver them for you and all you have to do is heat them up. They are delicious and well balanced and affordable. She gives us a special price too so be sure you tell her I told you about the special pricing for staff members."
"Ok, so now I know why I'll love her, but why will I hate her and why will I fear her?"
"Pay attention Sam. This is important. Chrissy is a big woman. I'm talking over six feet tall and solid. She works out with big weights and she works like a maniac in her kitchens. She has a big mouth on her and she'll try to run your life if you give her half a chance. Don't do it. She just screws things up. Last, and by no means least, do not, and I'm deadly serious about this, do not let her give you a person meal planning consultation or any other kind of private consultation. In fact, if you can avoid meeting her, do so at all costs."
"Good Lord, Beth, why would I want to have anything to do with someone that scary?"
"Because she's probably the best cook in the world," she replied.
"So what does she do if I let her get me alone, or do I even want to know."
"She's a lesbian, but in her case, that's not a good thing. She likes it rough, and I mean really rough and she has to be in control. She will rip your clothes off and fuck you till you can't walk and worse. She wears a ten or twelve inch strap on under her clothes and believe me she knows how to use it. I call her the rectum wrecker because she loves anal. She doesn't try to hurt you, in fact, she tries not to most of the time, but she is so aggressive, you don't have a chance with her. She'll take no for an answer eventually, but in the meantime, you'll have that dildo buried somewhere in your body and I do mean buried. Just don't let her have the opportunity.
"Doesn't anyone file charges against her?" I asked.
"What, and lose all that good food?" she replied. "Just don't let her in your house. If she tries to push her way in, tell her she's not welcome and if she comes in, you will call the law. You'd only have to do that once. She won't take a chance on losing all of our business, but be careful."
"Maybe I'll stock up on TV dinners after all, " I replied.
'Don't do that Sam. If you don't call Chrissy, find a local restaurant that will have an order ready for you to pick up on your way home but start eating and that's an order."
"Yes Mommy," I replied, sarcastically.
She cleared the table and I went up to stand behind her and begin removing her blouse.
"Sam, what are you doing? You just told me how tired you are."
"Beth, there is no way you are leaving her without me getting you naked and having my way with you. If it means I don't go to work for a week, it will be worth it."
When her blouse slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor, she tried to turn around but I stopped her. "Uh-uh honey." She wasn't wearing a bra so my hands were immediately wrapped around those beautiful breasts of hers and I wasn't about to let go. She whimpered when I dug my fingers into them but she stayed there while I molded them into my hands, taking her nipples in my fingers to roll, pinch, pull and twist them. I didn't stop until I dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of skimpy bikinis which were no match to my desire, now burning out of control. She leaned back into me as my fingers began to explore between her legs.
"Of fuck Sam, you know I can't stand that." she moaned as I slipped my thumb into her.
Once I had her at my mercy, I led her to my bedroom and wrapped her in my arms while my knee went between her legs to press into her pussy.
"Don't tease me, Sam. Please don't tease me."
"My turn," I announced as I reached into the night stand drawer for my eight inch vibrator called 'The Twister' due to its wild gyrations in your pussy when you turn it on. I was pleased when she didn't indicate that she was familiar with its action. It could be a good day after all.
I rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it good with her juices, then slipped the head into her. She pulled her knees up high to give me excellent view of her pussy and maximum penetration. I didn't turn it on right away, just slid it into her until it was banging into her cervix, then I left it there while I went down on her, sucking her clit into my mouth. When she began reaching down, trying to get hold of the twister, I pushed her away, and pulled it almost out before ramming it in deep, which caused her to nearly scream as she dug her hands into my bedding.
I began a fairly rapid rate of thrusts, hard and deep until she was just about ready to come and I stopped, still leaving it in her.
""Damn you Sam, I asked you, I begged you not to tease me."
"Be patient lover," I replied, just before I turned it on, but only on the second setting. Her hips came off the bed and stayed off as I once again began to thrust it into her. When she once again began showing her oncoming orgasm, I waited for seconds, then rammed it deep and turned it all the way up.
She went off like a moon shot, arching her back high off the bed and digging her fingers into the comforter. Her pussy gushed like old faithful as she continued to thrust her body skyward, gasping for breath and groaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would call the law.
I waited till she started to come down, then began long, smooth strokes without the twister being turned on as she calmed. She was covered with sweat when she finally dropped to the bed but I didn't stop the slow strokes.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she kept mumbling over and over. I pulled the dildo from her battered pussy and rolled her to her stomach, rubbing her back with long, tender strokes to help ease her stress. When she had calmed, I kept rubbing her back while I moved lower for my next act. I reached around and retrieved my glass dildo, about 9 inches long with knobby protrusions it's full length, and began working it into her pussy slowly.
"No Sam, I can't"she gasped.
I shushed her and rubbed her back a bit harder. Then I closed in for the kill. She yelped when I rubbed into her anus with the head of the dildo, but she loves anal so I knew she wouldn't stop me until it was too late. I pulled pussy juice up over her anal opening with the tip of the twister and when it was good and wet, I dribbled quite a bit of spit on it. She tensed when I started to press into her and yelped as the head slipped past the sphincter.
