Gag Or Puke

Beth’s breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes along
the inside of the ass crack. “I hope you’re not too modest,” she said,
“you’re boyfriend is about to get an eyeful.” I didn’t comprehend the
meaning of her words until I watched Ellen move her hands to Beth’s lower
ass. Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two
halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that I
had only recently deflowered.
“I’ve never felt so exposed,” said Beth, feeling both of our eyes on
her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and stared straight
ahead.
“Relax,” whispered Ellen. “We’re all friends.”
“Friends usually don’t examine each other’s assholes,” quipped Beth.
“I like to look at yours,” said Ellen. “It looks so tiny. How did
her ever get his cock inside you?”
“Very carefully,” I said, and we all laughed.
Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist to invade
Beth’s most private area. She looked at me with a slight look of disdain.
“Men don’t know how to take good care of a woman’s ass. It takes a woman
to do it right.”

“Like this?” asked Beth, moving to a kneeling position at the far
right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the blue
velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.
“That’s just fine,” said Ellen, sliding off the sofa and moving to a
seated position to Beth’s left.
Ellen leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Beth’s hip.
“So this is what you had to work with. What a perfect ass!”
I thought to myself, “How true!” as I watched Ellen place the palms of
her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeeze the pure
white flesh. “Mmm, that feels good,” husked Beth.
“It’s going to feel a whole lot better when I’m through with you. She
leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while
she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth’s ass, raising tiny goose-
bumps across the alabaster surface.
Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth. “Oh, that feels nice!”
“It’s called the warm-up,” said Ellen, running the tips of her fingers
in a straight line inside the crack of Beth’s buttocks, all the way down to
the anal region. She was careful, however, not to touch the recently
deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every
ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really
pounced.