Discovering Beth

I've known and been friends with Steve and Beth for years. So when they ran into some financial problems about six months ago, I was more than willing to offer them a couple of thousand dollars in interest-free loan. Actually, at first, I was worried about lending them money, I know that can really hurt a friendship. But it really helped them out, and they've been paying me back as quickly as they can, and we're still friends. In fact, as my birthday rolled around, they were the only people to think of asking me to come over.

I was turning 30, which seemed like a bigger deal as it approached. I knew Steve would understand, he was my age, but I was sure that Beth, 24, would think I was just being silly.

I got to their apartment on the evening of my birthday. It was a nice place -- small, cheap, but cozy and well kept. Beth cooked us a wonderful dinner and we drank a couple of bottles of wine. They are really entertaining people, funny and full of stories. I also spent part of the meal mooning over Beth. I've always had sort of a crush on Beth. She has an amazingly beautiful visage, dark features, long straight brown hair framing her face, full red lips, and deep, dark, coal-black eyes. She also had a spectacular body, tall and slim, but with a voluptuous figure. Regular aerobics sessions gave her long, lean legs, a flat muscular stomach, and high firm breasts. But since she was the fiancee of a friend, my crush was purely platonic, and in all the time we'd hung out together I never tried even the smallest pass.

With dinner over, Beth cleared away the dishes and disappeared into the bedroom for a while.

"Jack, you know we really appreciate that loan," Steve began.

"That's okay. You guys have already paid almost half of it back. It was my pleasure."

"Yeah, but it really helped us out. And we wanted to get you a nice birthday present, but we couldn't really afford much."

"Don't worry about it," I answered.

"Beth," he called into the other room, "come in here, I'm telling Jack about his present."

"There's no need," I insisted. "This dinner was a fine pres..." I paused as I caught a glimpse of Beth entering the room. Then my jaw fell open as I actually looked at her. She was like something out of a Victoria's Secrets catalogue. She was wearing sexy lace panties and a half-cup bra which barely contained her ample mounds. Her legs, which were covered by a sheer black stocking held up by a lace garter belt, looked especially long and beautiful thanks to four-inch stiletto heels. She had applied some glossy red lipstick, and touched up the makeup around her eyes, making her look like a erotic goddess.

I gasped. "Holy shit! What are you guys trying to do? Make me jealous?" I said with a little laugh, trying to break the immense tension I suddenly felt. I looked over at Steve to see him smiling thinly, and then back to Beth who was grinning more lewdly, and I realized I was the only one who was anxious.

Beth approached and squated before me. Her hands touched my thighs and I could feel my cock starting to strain against my jeans. Tracing little circles with her fingers, she gradually moved her hands up and started to undo my pants.

"Wait, wait! What is going on?" I asked, significantly doing nothing to obstruct Beth's access to my crotch.

"This is your present," Steve answered as Beth unzipped and pulled my pants open. "We couldn't afford to buy anything nice," Steve continued as Beth edged my boxers down and pulled out my rock hard cock. "And since you've always wanted to fuck Beth, we thought..."

"Hey! That's not true," I cried defensively, "I've never...ahhh" I gasped as she took my rod deep into her mouth. Catching my breath I tried again, "I've nev..." But Beth gripped my shaft and pumped my cock into her mouth over and over, and instead to protesting, I struck mute.

"Enjoy," Steve said clapping me on the shoulder.

"Thanks," I uttered hoarsely, and shifted my attention back to Beth.

She was on her knees, and her face was buried in my crotch. It felt amazing. She was pumping my cock deep into her mouth licking and sucking my rod vigorously with each stroke. At the same time, she gently started cupping and rubbing my balls. It was the most unbelievably hot, wet blowjob of my life. Once she was certain I wasn't going to push her away, she slowed and licked my cock head like a lollipop all the while fixing me with a hot, lusty gaze. She licked my shaft up and down, and then leaning forward took my balls into her mouth. I cried out softly in delight, making her smile brightly. And when she resumed swallowing my cock, she slowly took it into her mouth, her gorgeous red lips lingering on my shaft.

She started relentlessly fucking me with her mouth. Each stroke a little quicker and deeper inside her. I felt my cock brush against the back of her mouth, and then amazingly slide into her throat. I gasped in surprise, and when I looked down, my entire cock had disappeared inside her. She kept sucking me over and over, almost as it she was trying to force me even deeper inside her. I could feel her nose pressing against my abdomen with each stroke. Suddenly, my balls started to tingle.

"Oh God," I muttered, "I'm going to cum."

Beth's only reaction was to moan in pleasure as she continued fucking me with her mouth. The realization that she wanted me to cum inside her pushed me over the edge, and in seconds, I was twitching and moaning as I let loose a torrent of cum into her throat. Beth didn't even slow for a second, as she swallowed my entire load. She continued sucking me until every last drop of cum was out of me. Then slowly, like a runner doing cool down exercises, she worked my cock out of her mouth. Diligently she licked me up and down, cleaning my cock completely. Finally, she was done, and gently she put my cock back my boxers, and zipped up my pants.

"Mmmm, tasty," she said looking up at me and flashing me a wicked grin. My cock twitched ominously in response.

I looked over at Steve anxiously. He was still smiling. But I still felt odd. What do you say when your friend's fiancee has just given you the blowjob of your life?

"Thanks," I muttered sheepishly looking over at Steve.

"Hey, I did all the work!" Beth exclaimed in mock anger.

"Sorry."

"Well, you can make it up to me," she said taking my hand and standing me up.

"Wha?"

"You don't think all you get is a measly blowjob, do you?" Steve exclaimed.

"That's right, round two coming up," Beth said as she pulled me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

She sat me down on the bed, dimmed the lights slightly, and switched on their stereo. Stepping back away from me, she began a slow, sultry dance. Despite my recent orgasm, I could feel my cock beginning to come to life again. I'd always thought of Beth as prim and proper despite her raw beauty, but she really knew how to work her body sensuously. After a while of gently swaying to the music, she reached up and undid her front opening bra. Coyly, she covered her breasts with her arm as she eased the straps off her shoulder, removing her bra altogether. Then she turned around, her hips gyrating and showing off her hard round ass, leaving me straining to catch a glimpse of her breasts. When she turned back around, her hands massaging her sides, I wasn't at all upset about the wait. Her breasts were perfect. Large, high, incredibly firm, round orbs, with erect raspberry nipples. I couldn't imagine anything better.

I actually groaned when she turned back around. But then I realized I was in for another treat. She slowly started working her panties off, pausing to undo and redoing the clasps of her garters as she slowly removed her thin thong. She wheeled around to face me, and I moaned in surprise as I noticed her pussy was shaved, only a small sliver of black hair remaining above her slit. She was obviously very excited, her swollen and glistening pussy was clearly visible as she stood up.

She approached and stood before me, and I immediately leaned forward and buried my face in her crotch. Squeezing her ass with my hands, I starting licking her exposed pussy lips, spreading them with my tongue and finding her slit. I licked her up and down, taking her clit into my mouth and sucking on it hard. She tasted amazing, sweet and fresh. She was really excited and it didn't take long to make her wild. She grabbed my head and pulled me close, and a second later, I felt her stomach ripple as she came amid a series of low moans.

I looked up to see her smiling brightly. She pushed me flat on the bed, and I was more than happy to let her do all the work as she deftly undressed me. As each item of clothing came off, she kissed my newly bared skin all over, her tongue circling my nipples for an eternity after she removed my shirt. Finally, I was completely naked, and my cock was again standing at attention.

She climbed on top of me and started rubbing her body against me. I thought I was about to explode as I felt her hard nipples rub against my chest and her wet cunt brush against my crotch. But I was able to restrain myself, and even to take the opportunity to explore her body with my hands. She was a dream. Exactly the right mixture of firmness and softness.

Incredibly, though, with this luscious creature writhing on top of me, I suddenly started to feel guilty.

"What is going on?" I muttered. "What about Steve?"

"Shhhh," she whispered, putting her finger to her lips. She leaned down and nibbled at my ear, and whispered to me. "He's watching us through the vent."

I paused, surprised by her matter of fact tone. I was about to say something else, when she reached down, and with a practiced touch held my shaft and quickly impaled herself on me. I moaned loudly as my cock rapidly slid into her incredibly hot, incredibly wet, incredibly tight cunt. She sat up and slowly rolled her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. She felt amazing, her cunt feeling like it was gripping and squeezing my cock with every stroke.

Her breasts were swaying as she rocked back and forth, and I reached up and started fondling and pinching her erect nipples. Beth seemed to love that and she let out a series of low, lusty growls, and at the same time began fucking me more vigorously. I tried to time my upward thrusts to meet her movements, but soon she was so excited, and bouncing up and down so fast that I just gave up. Instead, I just laid there tweaking her nipples while she gave me the fuck of my life.

Beth seemed inexhaustible. She was sweating and gasping, but her pace never flagged. I looked down to see my pole sliding into her shaved cunt over and over, and between that, the feel of her amazing tits, her excited sounds, and her amazing hot pussy, I suddenly exploded into her.

"I can feel your cum," she moaned, and immediately she tossed her head back and cried out in pleasure as her pussy gripped my cock again and again in orgasm.

I thought I was going to pass out, and I felt so drained I couldn't move. But Beth had other ideas. Sliding quickly off me, she moved down and immediately took my shrinking cock fully into her mouth. It was almost too much stimulation, but when I looked down to see her pretty face gobbling away at my cock I knew I couldn't push her away.

For nearly fifteen minutes she carefully licked and cleaned my cock nursing it back to an unexpected erection. Then she climbed off me and reached into her nightstand and pulled out some baby lotion. Gently she applied it to my cock, coating it generously. The feel of her lotion-covered fingers rubbing my shaft would have gotten me off by itself if I hadn't already cum twice.

She rolled over onto her stomach, and placed a pillow beneath her. She then raised herself up slightly, lifting her hard, round ass. Reaching behind her, she slowly slipped a lotion-covered finger into her anus. I gasped at her wanton display. I knew what was coming next, but I was afraid to even think it out of fear that she would change her mind.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned finally.

I didn't give Steve a second thought as I positioned myself behind his luscious fiancee. I'd never experienced anal sex before, so I didn't quite know what to do. Beth solved my dilemma by reaching around, grabbing my cock firmly, and slowly twisting the head into her tight ass. She let go, and I was on my own.

I couldn't believe how tight she felt. I didn't want to hurt her, and at first, it seemed like my cock wouldn't fit, but then pressing a bit harder I managed to slide another inch into her. Her ass was so tight, and seeing my cock in her anus was so exciting that I then lost all restraint. Gripping her hips, I suddenly thrust forward and buried my cock deep inside her.

She squealed loudly.

"I'm sorry Beth," I muttered, not actually feeling at all sorry as I relished the feeling of my entire cock surrounded by her tightness. It felt as if a thousand fingers were grabbing and squeezing my cock at the same time.

"Now fuck me," she growled as she recovered from my initial intrusion.

I was happy to oblige, and pulling my hips back I slowly started pumping. After a couple of strokes, it got easier, and I started fucking her more vigorously. She was squealing and groaning, sounding more pained than happy as far as I could tell, but I didn't care. It felt so good that I was willing to hurt a friend if I had to. Soon I was slamming into her like a wild man.

Her ass looked amazing, hard and round, and framed by her garter straps. And the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her rear opening was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. Beth was definitely getting into it too. She was thrusting her ass up in the air to meet my strokes, and then she reached around and started diddling her clit with her thumb and wantonly pumping two fingers into her cunt.

"Oooh yeah," she growled as we fell into a rhythm, "fuck me. Fuck my ass hard, you bastard."

I was happy to oblige, and I redoubled my efforts fucking her harder than I had anyone in my life. Both of us were grunting and groaning like animals in heat, and when I felt her body shudder in orgasm, I lost control too, and within moments I drained my load into her.

I collapsed onto her, and we both struggled to catch our breath for a moment. Then I rose and went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned, I found Beth prancing around the living room, still wearing only high heel, garter belt and stockings.

"Where's Steve?" I said seeing him absent.

"Oh, he must have gone to get a drink," she answered off- handedly. "He doesn't always watch all the way through."

I was a bit taken aback. "What do you mean? You guys do this sort of thing often?"

Surprisingly, Beth blushed deeply. She didn't seem to mind cavorting around naked, or offering a blowjob and anal sex to me, but my question seemed to embarrass her. She sat on the couch, and I took a seat next to her.

"Steve likes to see me with other men," she said softly. "And I like to have him watch me."

"I never knew."

"Well, we don't make a habit of telling people. You're the first friend we've done this with."

"Well, at least that's something," I snorted petulently.

"Hey, don't get haughty with me. You didn't seem to mind when you were reaming out my ass. Or cumming in my cunt. Or fucking my mouth."

She stood up, walked across the room, and placed her hands on the dinner table bending over slightly as she did so. Her legs were spread open, and I admired her hard ass and her still swollen pussy peering out from between her legs. She looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Anyway, I think you're like Steve. I bet it secretly turns you on to think of me getting fucked by strange men. Like the time Steve and I picked up this hitchhiker, who proceeded to fuck me all the way from Baltimore to New York as Steve drove. Or the time Steve offered me to a convenience store clerk in return for a six pack of beer. The clerk took his own sweet time, fucking my cunt, and then my tits before cumming all over my face. Or the time we were in a truckstop, and I teased two truckers until they followed me into the ladies room..."

I stared at her incredulously. I couldn't believe such dirty stories come be coming from such a sweet face. She went on and on, relating one kinky sex story after the other. And as she'd expect, the thought of her with other men did turn me on. She reached behind her and spread her pussy for me, showing me her hot, wet, pink slit.

My cock was straining against my pants as I rushed across the room. In a frenzy I dropped my pants and boxers, grabbed her hips, and slammed my cock up into her wet cunt. Immediately I started fucking her brutally, making my earlier assault on her ass seem like a walk in the park. She squealed loudly as each stroke lifted her momentarily off the ground.

Despite cumming three times already I knew I wouldn't last long, but my orgasm was delayed when the door to the apartment suddenly opened and Steve walked back in. We looked at each other a moment as he surveyed the scene, but I didn't stop banging his fiancee, although I did slow down somewhat.

"You guys still at it?" he asked in exasperation, his tone belied by the excited look on his face as he watched me fuck his girl. "Well, it still early. Finish up your rutting, and let's go out."

With Steve's blessing I resumed my rough attack on Beth's tight cunt. She was gasping and squealing, and when I reached around and pinched her erect nipples she let out a feral grunt and collapsed completely onto the table as her pussy squeezed my cock in orgasm. The table was creaking ominously with each thrust. She turned her head to look at me, her face red with strain and covered with sweat, and a wild look in her eyes. Seeing her like that was all I could take, and I fired yet another load into her tight hole.

"Shit Jack," she gasped once I had stopped, "where'd you learn to fuck, prison? I'll be walking funny for a week after that screw."

"I try."

She went to the bathroom to freshen up, and when she return, still clad only in stockings, garter, and pumps, Steve appeared holding a dress for Beth.

"Here, put this on," he commanded.

Beth straightened up and slipped into the dress. It was a tight, clingy black number, and short enough that unless Beth stood just right the tops of her stockings were visible. It was pretty low cut, showing off Beth's ample cleavage. Between the dress and the heels, Beth looked just barely this side of respectable.

"I guess I need panties," she said.

"Nope," Steve said deadpanned.

Beth just shrugged. "Okay, where should we go?"

"I feel like pool," Steve said, "let's go to Flanagan's."

So we headed off, Steve and Beth leading the way and me following in tow. I can't say I was paying to much attention to what was going on, between reliving the evening in my head and thinking of her now walking around bare-assed, I was sort of in a daze.

The bar was only a few blocks away. The moment we walked in, I began to feel uncomfortable. It was very much a blue collar place, and Steve and I looked much too yuppie to fit in. I could tell from the look in people's eyes that Beth's presence only made things worse. Her showy sexuality gave the impression of a gloating challenge to the half-dozen men there. I was tempted to leave, but looking at Steve and Beth's apparent nonchalance made me more than a little curious.

We sat in a booth and ordered a pitcher of beer from a surly waitress. Steve was able to maintain a steady banter despite the constant barrage of challenging leers from the bar patrons, not to mention the presence of the man who had just screwed his fiancee. If Steve was cool, Beth was downright randy. She had wedged in next to me, and half-way through our first pitcher she took my hand and pressed it between her legs.