Gag Or Puke

“I don’t think so,” said Beth, quite honestly.
“It’s like when someone licks you back there….with their tongue.”
Her face was red as a beet now.
“I see,” said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began to
become more and more aroused.
“And I like to do that to others, too.” She seemed more animated now,
more open, like she was confessing something she had held back for many
years. “Am I embarrassing you?” she asked.
Beth smiled. “Of course not, please go on.”
“If I’m not getting rimmed with a tongue or fucked by a nice cock in
my ass, I like to have someone put a dildo in my backside. Oh, just
thinking about it turns me on!”
Just hearing about it was turning me on. My manhood was coming back
to life, beginning to peak its head through the towel over my lap.
Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.
Ellen looked straight into Beth’s eyes. “Would you like me to show
you something very special?”
Beth gulped. She thought for a few moments. “I’m game.”
Ellen turned her head and looked at me. “May I borrow her for few
minutes?”
“Oh, yes…Of course. I’ll leave.” I started to get up.
“Why don’t you stay and enjoy the show,” said Ellen sexily. “I don’t
mind if Beth doesn’t.”
Beth looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. I could read
the sexual excitement in them. “Maybe he’ll get some new ideas,” she said,
giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for me to remain and watch.
“He just might,” said Ellen, pulling apart the sash on her robe,
letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a good deal of
her ample breasts. She looked over at me for a brief second, as if she
were pondering her next move, then stood and nonchalantly shed the robe
completely, dropping it fall to the floor at her feet, before sitting back
down. It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had to
adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite pretty ladies in
front of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on!

“Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of waiting
until now,” I said, only partly in jest.
“It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just think, I’ve
missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Ellen?”
It was Ellen’s turn to blush. She lowered her head in embarrassment.
“Yes,” she whispered in response.
“What are you acting so shy about?” laughed Beth. “You didn’t like
it?”
“Mmmm. I loved it. I’ve been turned on by…you know…anal things
ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don’t believe I’m talking so openly
about it.”
“You better define ‘anal things,’” said Beth.
Ellen really blushed at that question. “Well, I like to do things to
people’s….uh…asses, and I like to have things done to mine.”
“Like what?” asked Beth. Ellen had really piqued her interest.
“Like…..” There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost see her
mind thinking. “Like having my anus….ah…..what’s the term?…” She
seemed to be searching for just the right words. “Ah, you know…rimmed,”
she blurted. She paused for a moment, quiet and pensive. “Do you know
what that means?”

Beth’s left arm lay across Ellen’s lap, kind of flopped there for want
of a better place to put it. Ellen’s robe had ridden pretty much up her
legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in such a way that her charms
were well hidden from view. For decency’s sake, I held the towel I had
been drying myself off with in front of my crotch. My flag was at half-
staff beneath the towel.
“Can I ask a personal question?” Ellen asked of Beth.
“If you want,” she replied.
“Did it hurt?”
Beth blushed profusely. I smiled. “You mean what he just did to me
with that monster cock of his?”

“Uh-uh,” replied Ellen with a broad smile.
A pensive look, quite serious look came over Beth’s face. “At first,
it hurt a lot. I thought the bastard was going to split me in two. But
after a while, I became quite used to it. I really wanted it inside me
after the pain went away. It’s such a different, filling sensation, to
have something in your ass.”

“Don’t you ever quit?” she laughed, a reference to my earlier
question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working
her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.
“I like your mousetrap,” I said, pushing the tip of my finger into the
recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble attempt at humor.
She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the squeezing
with up and down movements of her hand. “I don’t ever remember him rising
so quickly again,” she whispered.
Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned around
just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe over her naked
body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Beth’s, but her nipples were
actually smaller.
“What the hell is going on down here?” asked Ellen.
Beth laughed. “Did we wake you?”
“All I could here was someone screaming ‘Fuck me in the ass!’ Wouldn’t
that have awakened you?” She didn’t seem mad, just interested.
“I told her to be quiet. Now I’m embarrassed,” I said.
Ellen laughed. “If you’re as good as it sounded, there’s nothing to
be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash up, though, after
something like that.”
I blushed. “You’re right, will you please excuse me.” I pried myself
away from Beth, then walked quickly past Ellen. I couldn’t help but notice
that her eyes were on my erection.
I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea what might
happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.
I dried myself by running a towel back and forth between my legs, making
sure I worked it well into my ass crevice. When I returned to the living
room, Ellen was seated on the sofa next to Beth, who was still reclining on
her side. Ellen sat in such a way that she blocked my view of Beth’s hairy
pussy, kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Beth’s
rib cage.