Gag Or Puke

“It’s like a lake!” exclaimed Ellen, moving her fingers back and forth
inside Beth’s canal. The slurping sound that we all heard was ample
evidence that Beth was past the point of no return. Her moans were now
loud and prolonged.
Ellen withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her mouth.
Incredulously, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-laden digits,
tasting Beth’s pungent juices on her tongue. When she took the fingers out
of her mouth, she looked back down at the twin spheres beneath her.
“Show me your ass again,” she ordered in a firm, somewhat demanding
voice, then watched as Beth unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to
Ellen.
“Higher!” demanded Ellen. “Present yourself!”
Beth arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the
carpet, poking her ass out smartly. “That’s much better,” said Ellen.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Spank me!” cried Beth.
“Reach back and open yourself up first. Show us that cute little
button!” Ellen was in complete control now; Beth would be willing to do
anything, and she knew it. She felt Beth’s hands work between her own
spread legs and then come to rest on the still glowing ass cheeks. Boldly,
Beth pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button.

The moans were a signal to Ellen that her plan was working.
She leaned forward, tits hanging downward again, much to my delight, and
returned her hands to the insides of Beth’s legs. This time her urging was
more insistent. The barrier now broken, I watched the legs open once more.
I looked over at Bill. Her was staring right into the opening.
Ellen decided to go for it all, risking losing Beth to pure
embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no barriers would be
left. She moved her hand along the inside of Beth’s now spread legs, all
the way to her hair-filled crotch. She ran the index fingers of her hands
along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting
flesh. Beth moaned again. Ellen went for the kill, moving her fingers
into the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing the
still moist (even more moist than before) vaginal entrance and the engorged
clitoral hood.
It was a bold move on Ellen’s part, but the foreplay had left Beth in
a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten. Ellen knew she had won, and
planted the victory flag by running two fingers into the pink divide and
easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening. Beth
gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her. Bill and I excitedly
watched the two digits slowly disappear into the splayed portal.

She kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking,
working the entire buttocks and the tops of Beth’s legs with a smooth
precision. “That feels nice,” Beth sighed, coming out of her stupor.
Purposely, Ellen’s massaging fingers curled around Beth’s lower ass
cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds, opened the crack
there to expose the pink rosebud. She seemed to be getting Beth used to
the idea that it wasn’t necessarily wrong to exhibit herself to three
people at the same time.
In time, Beth’s breathing became more labored, the kneading fingers
giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly, Ellen leaned forward
and placed her hands a bit further between Beth’s tightly closed legs.
With the gentlest of urgings, she pushed against the inner thigh muscles
and watched as Beth’s legs parted just a little, relaxing her inhibitions.
“You have a beautiful body,” whispered Ellen, abandoning the legs in
their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the reddened ass
cheeks. Beth’s position allowed a few of the curls of the back of her
pussy to peek out from between the ‘V’ of her legs.

“AHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!” Beth cried as a searing pain lit into her
backside. “Not that hard!”
“I’ll decide how hard!” exclaimed Ellen, her brow furrowed.
At that moment, Bill, Ellen’s husband, came down the ladder from the
loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. “What’s going on? You
guys woke me up.” He was wearing only boxer shorts.
Ellen looked up at him. “Sit and watch, if you like. You may not
approve, but I’m giving Beth a first hand look at a new adventure, no pun
intended,” she said with a wry smile.
Bill looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand
conspicuously beneath it, then back at Beth’s spread legs and her gorgeous
reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his wife’s behavior.
“From time to time she likes to get on the wild side,” he said to no one in
particular.
“Sit down and watch, if you want,” said Ellen.
Beth hadn’t bargained for more audience. She closed her legs,
tightly, not desiring to give Bill the same free show she had been giving
me. Ellen recognized her reluctance immediately. Instead of ordering her
to open up and display her treasures, however, she merely began massaging
Beth’s recently spanked ass cheeks with slowly kneading fingers, working
the flesh beneath her fingers like putty. She seemed to know exactly what
to do to soothe Beth’s obvious humiliation, leaning forward at the waist
and continuing the massage along the backs of Beth’s delicately textured
thighs.