Alistaire Ch. 03: Beth

"I work here in the library," I said.

"Swell," she snarked. "Want me to help you shelve some books?"

"I had to put some things away in the recording studio a while back," I said, snaking my arm around Beth again (after double-checking once more that the coast was still clear). "Ms. Sarniochi gave me the code to the lock. I think I still have it in my phone."

We barely had the presence of mind to grab our laptops and other stuff from the table before we hustled into the seldom-used back stairwell and from there down to the basement.

The recording studio is a small room in the basement of the library. A minor rock star who was an alumnus had gifted the school, out of the blue, a complete, modern, professional recording suite. It had been fun my Sophomore year when it had arrived and there had been a faculty tempest over where to set it up, and how. Finally, they had relented and let some of our more musically gifted students install it for them.

The equipment was installed and stored in a locked room in the back of the basement of the library. At nine o'clock on a Wednesday night, there was simply no way there would be any faculty 'drive-bys' in that dark, locked space.

I did still have the code. The door opened and we slipped in, closing it behind us. I checked that it was now once again locked.

I had no more turned to move into the room when Beth's hand snaked around from behind me and once more into my pants. My hard-on had in no way abated as we ran downstairs, and her fingers curled around me again. "Now this is more like it!" Beth exclaimed. I just moaned.

Beth slipped her hand free again and pushed me back to lean against a table. "At last, I get to see this legendary monster," she giggled.

"Legendary?" I asked skeptically.

"Well, the three of us may have had a discussion or three about whether to believe you after you dropped that 'innocent' little comment about not knowing everyone didn't have donkey cocks. We decided that it wasn't in you to pull off a lie like that."

"What is it with all this?" I complained, briefly derailed from the thought of Beth's mouth. "I'm not some kind of circus freak."

"I would very much like to be the judge of that," Beth snorted. "Show me."

"Show you?"

"If you want me to bend down and snork your cock into my mouth, lavishing all my attention on it for a good long time," Beth said with the silky-smooth evil of a succubus demon in her voice, "you will take that penis out and show it to me."

"Wow. Uh. Okay," was all I could manage. I fumbled at my fly, unzipped, and shoved both slacks and underwear down to my ankles. I straightened.

"You are a circus freak," Beth said breathlessly.

"What?!"

She giggled, getting down on one knee in front of me, "In the best possible way. Don't worry." But then, instead of doing anything, she just stared at me, or more precisely, at my cock. I could see her eyes running up and down it, her head tilting back and forth. The whole thing started getting uncomfortable. She was kneeling there, thinking about... frankly, I didn't know what she was up to right then. I just knew that I was feeling a bit like a creature in an exhibit.

Moreover, no blowjob was happening. I was really rather fixated on that idea by now. But I didn't want to sound pushy or demanding. However, she had kind of promised, hadn't she? Damn, my cock was aching.

"Beth, um, you said you might..." I couldn't finish the question.

She looked up at me swiftly, her cute, broad smile popping the dimple in her right cheek that only appears when she is really amused or happy. "Don't worry, Alistaire," she said, emphasizing my newly decided-upon name. "I said that I would, not might. I'm just planning out how to go about this," She looked back down at my dick, and her smile morphed in to crookedly pursed lips.

The sigh that escaped my lips as she finally reached out and stroked my shaft with a single fingertip was blissful. Beth ran that finger up my length, then wrapped her hand around my head and slowly stroked about halfway back down. Then she held me there as she bent and kissed my tip.

If I had been bliss-filled at her first touch, I felt transcendent now as she advanced to that kiss. She began with her lips lightly pursed upon my very top. Then she began to kiss me a little harder, then harder still. She next let her lips slip open slowly, still kissing me. Her tongue flicked out lightly and briefly, glancing across the now insanely sensitive, swollen, and purple skin of my cock's head as it slowly entered her mouth.

Now her lips were even more open, pressing downward to wrap gently around the circumference of my glans. Her tongue rolled back and forth now, caressing my helmet within her mouth. I felt her work her mouth to release more saliva, which seeped out through the gentle seal of her lips around me, dripping down my shaft. As she, with that same deliberate, agonizing, fantastic, deliberate pace, took bit after bit more of me into her mouth, her hand began to slide along my exposed shaft, reaching for the wetness of her spit to lubricate its progress up and down me.

I was far enough into her mouth now that her tongue had less freedom of movement. Instead she simply pressed it up against me, cradling the invader on a soft bed of warm, wet, responsive flesh.

My sighs were now groans.

Slowly, and either leisurely or cautiously, she took more of me, sliding me deeper. Her hands now both jacked up and down the exposed portion of my length with deliberate, firm movements. Finally, I felt myself bump against the back of her throat and she instantly gagged. Beth backed off, opening her lips around my cock for the first time, but not removing me from her mouth. She looked up at me with an unreadable expression, licked the underside of my shaft, and closed her lips tightly around me again.

Again she slid me into her mouth. And again she gagged. And then one more time.

The last time, she held it a moment, while she slid her hand up to her lips. Then she let my dick slide completely free of her mouth, measuring how much she had taken in... and how much more there had been to go.

"Nope," she said. Her hand slipped up to the end of my dick, soaking itself in the copious saliva all over me there, and she resumed stroking me in even longer strokes. Beth bent and circled her extended tongue all around my head in circles, pausing here and there to talk to me. "I could never... in a million, ugulk, years... get all of you down my throat," she said, breathlessly.

"You really don't have..." I gasped, worried that she might not be feeling good about herself. And, I'll admit, more worried that she might give up.

"Heh... I know I... don't, glulck, have to... take it all, to make you, hnng, come," Beth said, licking and kissing the end of my cock fervently. "When I'm done with you, glk, you are going to paint... my face like a Pointillist, hglck, masterpiece." With that little boast (I especially liked the Art History knowledge flex), she sucked a good bit of my length back into her mouth and began for bob up and down in earnest, moist lips locked tightly around my circumference. She twisted and rolled her head as she worked, stimulating every millimeter of me from multiple angles. The firm, velvety grasp of her hand kept up its metronomic movements, like a base line for the music of her mouth.

Her free hand suddenly slid up my inner thigh and she dragged a nail lightly between my legs, under my balls. I jumped and felt my orgasm lurch up on deck. That second, stroking hand now cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. She also was sucking really hard on me, as if trying to drink an overly thick milkshake through a straw.

She was going get that milkshake any second now.

I dimly remembered through my haze that she had said something about 'painting her face'. I began to groan out, "Gonna come," but Beth had felt my surge already. She pulled backward, sliding my dick from her mouth, then she began to jack me furiously, her other hand still cradling my balls. She closed her eyes and mouth... and smiled.

Yeah, I painted her face. But it was more like those abstract paintings with giant smears of paint, rather than some pointillist aerosol spray. My knees wobbled uncontrollably and my dick beyond throbbed in her hand as gobs of cum shot out of me in several huge gouts, each of which made me feel like I was dying gloriously as it ejected.

Beth just smiled serenely as one spray coated her closed right eye. The next splashed across her nose and a cheek. Another liberally coated her closed lips, chin and upper throat. Others filled in the gaps a bit.

And just like that, I was empty. Except for pleasure. I was full of that.

I looked down at Beth's sticky face and said, "Jesus, Beth! How are we going to clean that off so you can see?"

She laughed briefly. "You did seem to do a good job," she said, pausing to spit back out a glob of semen that had dripped into her mouth as she spoke. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand while waving the other around blindly. "Um, I keep a microfiber towel in my backpack. Could you grab it?"

I waddled over to where she had dropped her pack, still hobbled by my pants around my ankles. The towel was buried deep, but I found it. I yanked it out and held it up in triumph. Of course, Beth couldn't see, because both her eyes had ended up sealed shut with my goo.

"Jesus, Beth," I said apologetically. "That's a lot." I placed the towel in her hands and added. "I got a bunch in your hair, even."

Beth laughed, softly spitting out more cum which was still dripping into her mouth. "Don't apologize. This is the hottest shower I've ever had!" She stated daubing at her face. The towel looked like it was going to be up to the task, but barely. It was going to take her a minute to get her face, and especially eyes, clean.

I thought about helping, but... What I did instead, was help her to stand enough to sit in a chair. Then I knelt in front of her in turn. "That looks like it will take you a moment or two," I said upwards toward her. "I'll let you work while I get on with something I need to do."

Beth made an inquiring noise, which was rapidly replaced by a murmur of enthused consent as I began kissing my way up the inside of her thigh. She let her legs spread wide in welcome. Her tight blue jeans skirt was short to begin with, but as her legs slid apart, they forced the hem to slide all the way up to her hips. My eyes followed its progress as I licked up her thigh. It revealed that my friend had really planned ahead for this. She was wearing no panties either.

Beth did not shave her pubes, though her legs were smooth as silk. Her bush was dark, and very curly, and already damp, and it smelled just fucking divine. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs and grabbed as much of her sweet ass that wasn't pressed into the chair as I could hold.

And I buried my face in her. I let my tongue delve into her dark tangled curls, seeking her opening. Finding it easily, I slid my taster into her, murmuring happily. Beth's whole body seemed to simultaneously tense and relax at my entry.

I drilled into her with my tongue, pressing it up and down inside her. I squeezed her ass some more as I lifted my tongue to seek out her clit for an initial, light caress. I knelt lower, so I could lift my gaze to see her face while keeping my own buried between her legs. She was still a mess. Her eyes and brows were clear, as was her face around her mouth, but both cheeks still showed blobs here and there, and I could still see cum in her hair. Getting your jizz in a girl's hair seemed like a potential faux pas, but I let it ride for right now. My mouth had better things to do at the moment than apologize again.

Beth had, meanwhile, temporarily abandoned her efforts to clean herself up, and was staring down at me with wide eyes. Half-sticky towel dangling from her fingers. I sucked a little on her bud, and she groaned, almost closing her eyes for a moment, before once again fixing them on mine. She swiftly wiped both cheeks, that jizz-laden curl still sticking to her temple. She dropped the towel and in a smooth motion grabbed her shirt and tugged it off over her head!

As I had known, Beth's breasts were smaller than the others I had experience with so far, but man, were they cute! They were round, and jiggly, and did they look good when viewed from down between her legs. Her nipples were dark against her fair skin, and very, very erect. Her aureoles were not round either, but vertically narrow oblongs.

I let my appreciation show in my eyes, and started to get serious about making her squirm. Any thoughts of releasing her backside to reach up and play with one or two of those cute titties had to be abandoned, as I need both hands to keep her twisting hips on the chair! Beth's eyes rolled back in her head and she started testing the limits of the sound-proofing of the room with her high-pitched moans. I slid my tongue along the length of her slit, from back to front in a single, intentionally torturous stroke, ending with a flourish or two around her bud. I could feel her body coil itself, ready to come under my attentions.

And she suddenly shoved my head out of her crotch. "No!" she gasped. "You can make me come like that later." She looked down at me, eyes glinting. "I want my first orgasm with you to be from that cock," Beth panted, indicating my fully recovered member. "Fuck me, Al. Now!"

Apparently, my slugging percentage was going to remain 4.000...

It really did seem to be a pretty extreme way for two buddies to lighten up a study break. "Are you sure?" I asked Beth, but I was already rising up on my knees, and moving my cock toward where my face had just been.

"I didn't think I was going to be ready to go all the way tonight," she gasped, "but yeah. Yeah, I am very sure." To illustrate her commitment, Beth leaned forward and grasped my shaft, guiding me forward against her pussy.

I felt my head nestle into her soft, soaked pubes. With the most minor of twitches, Beth aligned me with her opening, and I automatically began to press into her. She groaned happily as I sank in, delving an inch or so in, then backing off just a fraction, before sinking in further.

"Holy shit, I'm going to be so full," Beth gasped to herself more than me as I pressed deeper into her tight confines. Her moist, hot embrace of my cock was deliriously nice as I kept working into her, taking my time.

I could just feel that orgasm she had delayed still quivering in her, waiting for release. It felt a bit like working with a ticking bomb, where any vigorous action by me might send her over the edge. I softly tugged her hips off the edge of the chair so I could keep delving deeper while still on my knees, hands happy to have even better access to grope her ass.

And I settled to a stop, just barely but completely inside her. I paused. "Ready?" I growled. That weird Male Instinct I had discovered was preening. Beth just rolled her hips against me and groaned wordlessly.

I retracted my length from her slowly, almost all the way. Then I sank back into her almost twice as fast. Then I did it again, even faster. In a few strokes, I was pistoning in and out as fast as I could manage. Beth's eyes widened at my sudden assault. She bit her lower lips for a moment.

Then the precipice that her nervous system had been clinging to since I finished going down on her... collapsed. Her body jerked, and she mewed like a cat—a loud, sexy cat. Her tight pussy clenched even harder on my shaft. I paused briefly to let the wave wash over her, but when she sagged just the slightest, I resumed my pounding as hard and fast as I could.

She came again, hands batting weakly at my chest as she did so. When her moans slowed, my thrusts did too. I was nowhere near coming myself, and I wanted to catch my breath and be a little selfish with my own enjoyment.

As I shifted to slower, shallower penetrations, Beth finally caught her breath. "Wow, Alistaire," she smiled with a gasp. "That was little bit nice!"

"Nice?" I grinned. "Well, I'm not done being 'nice'!"

"You are like this," Beth said, twisting in the chair, and dislodged me from inside her. I was a little shocked at my ejection for a moment. "Lie down," she commanded, then made the order moot as she shoved me almost roughly to my back on the floor. She collapsed on top of me and we were suddenly kissing once more. I rode the delay for the moment, and took the opportunity to get a good, thorough feel of her modest but delicious boobs. Their flesh bobbled in my grip and she crooned happily at my explorations.

But she was straddling me just about right, and I pushed my hips up underneath her, rubbing my dick against her wetness. Answering my entreaty, Beth reached down and grabbed my slick helmet in her fingers. She lifted her hips and guided me between her legs. I fit into her this time like a homing missile. I barely twitched my hips before Beth broke our kiss, sat upright, and smoothly sank down onto me, enveloping me once more inside of her.

I even managed to keep my hands on her tits while all that happened. In celebration, I tweaked her nipples softly. "Keep that up," she instructed, as she started to rise up and down on my pole.

"Oh fuck, this is good," I groaned as she rose and fell with gathering fervor.

I stopped pinching her nipples and transitioned to twirling circles around them with my fingertips. Her mounds were amazingly firm, and smooth, and were beginning to be beaded in a light sweat. With the frantic nature of her movements, I gave up trying to focus on her nipples, and simply clasped those boobs, fingers sinking into their flesh as Beth rode me.

At first, she seemed content to merely revel in the feel of taking me inside her over and over, but soon she was rocking back and forth and bending her hips differently with each stroke, until she found what she liked. When she did, she started going to town, each rise and fall now dragging her bud along the length of my prick.

What she was doing was sure as hell working for me too. My insides clenched harder and harder, and my balls, if humanly possible, felt more urgent than when she had blown me just a few minutes before. We had no condom, and I started to desperately look for an emergency exit plan, trapped beneath Beth as I was.

She sensed both my imminence and my worry. "We're... good. I've got an implant," she panted, clearly getting a little imminent again herself. "I want to feel you, ungh, fill me." Now she was banging up and down on me and I really felt urgent, trying to prolong the incredible experience by nothing but quickly shredding force of will.

When Beth start coming again, I just loudly growled, "Oh... Christ!" and emptied my lungs of air with the same involuntary urge with which my balls emptied themselves up my shaft and into Beth. It could not possibly have had the volume of that crazy blast I had put on her face before, but it still rushed into her with all the energy that simultaneously left my collapsing body.

And its arrival inside Beth seemed to pile a second orgasm onto her on top of the still ongoing first one that had triggered my ejaculation. She literally squealed and jerkily humped atop me, each movement getting smaller and faster until she just vibrated away on my suddenly, but slowly, collapsing cock.

I finally relinquished my possibly uncomfortable grip on her breasts, and pulled her down against me, kissing her once more, but softer now, in the afterglow.

This was definitely going to be complicated. And I could not give less of a shit about that.

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