Gag Or Puke

“Are you serious?”
“Very serious,” I replied. “I thought you were great.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she said softly,
searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.
“There’s nothing wrong with what you did. The both of you enjoyed it,
and I enjoyed watching.”
“You won’t think I’m some kind of slut?”
I laughed. “Do you think I’m bad for masturbating while I was
watching the both of you?”
Beth’s eyes lit up. “You didn’t!” she gasped.
“I did,” I confessed.
“Did you….ah….did you….”
I helped her with her shyness. “Did I come?”
“Yes,” she smiled.
“No,” I replied. “I was saving that for you.”
“I’m wanton, David,” she whispered. “I think I’m over-sexed!”
I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. “We have
something in common,” I said.

Ellen pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over until her
chest was planted in the small of Beth’s back, flattening her breasts
against Beth’s body, digging her sex into the upper part of Beth’s naked
body. In another instant, her face was inside the parted buns, planting a
soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud. Beth screamed out, as if a jolt of
lightning had struck her, as Ellen worked her tongue into the puckered
opening.
Almost as soon as she began, Ellen straightened up and ordered Beth to
move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she complied, Ellen drove a
hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Beth cried out in pain. Ellen used her
hands to pry the lower ass cheeks apart once more, drove her head between
the splayed globes, and darted her tongue into the nether portal again.

“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.

“AHHH!” Beth cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside in its
upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not opposed to
receiving more of the same. I could see Ellen’s fingerprints imbedded on
the soft, smooth skin of Beth’s ass.
Beth looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a few
moments, studying the buns and the condition she had put on them, allowing
the pain and the tingling to subside. “How does your ass feel?” she asked.
“It’s tingling all over!” blurted Beth.
“It feels kind of good, doesn’t it, Beth?”
Beth gulped. “Y-yes, sort of,” she replied.
“Do you want some more?”
I could almost see Beth’s mind racing as she sifted through a host of
responses to Ellen’s question. She could suggest, politely, that she had
had enough. She could tell her to go on and risk the consequences of more
pain and, perhaps, humiliation. After all, her she was getting spanked on
her bare bottom by a woman, her legs spread wide, exposing even the inside
of her sex, with her boyfriend seated right behind her, watching everything
in rapt attention.
Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. “Will it hurt
very much?”
“A little,” replied Ellen in a soft, honest tone. “It’s supposed to.”
As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the dimpled cheeks with
her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Beth shivered at the touch.
“I…I guess it’s okay,” said Beth, obviously questioning in her own
mind if she had given the right answer.

“Raise your ass up!” ordered Ellen. Beth obliged once more, poking
the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of smooth, white
flesh.
To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Ellen raised the
palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the right buttock
a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking sound. Beth screamed
out, “OUCH! That hurt!” and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was
once again flush with the floor. Immediately, a red blush appeared where
the hand had met her flesh.
“It’s supposed to,” husked Ellen, knowing that her straddling position
over Beth’s back prevented her from easily escaping any further blows.
“Get your ass back up!”
Without a word of protest, Beth presented her tail bone once more,
knowing that Ellen would probably deliver another slap. She was right–
Ellen raised her left hand this time and drove it hard onto the unmarked
left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the top of
Beth’s thigh.

Ellen leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang
delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on the
back of Beth’s upturned thighs. “Open your legs!” she commanded, urging
her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh.
Beth obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be baring the length of
her hairy crotch to the both of us–Ellen from above and me from behind.
In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness of
her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence
that the anticipation of her sexual involvement with another woman was a
real turn-on for her.

Beth immediately became defensive. “I think he did just fine just a
few minutes ago. I’m still tingling inside my ass.”
Ellen got more perturbed. She turned back and examined the opened
anal region. “Wait until I finish with you, honey. I’ll make you forget
about his cock.”
She seemed bent on proving to Beth that she could better satisfy her
sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, between me and her. I
had already played my part, now it was her turn. It didn’t really matter
who was better–Beth was the real winner of the contest because all she had
to do was sit back and enjoy.
For the rest of the session, Ellen completely ignored me, blocking me
from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand–giving Beth the best
anal sex she was capable of giving. She ordered Beth to stretch out on the
carpet, prone, on her tummy. She did so, making a lovely picture with her
cute, curved ass and tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular to the
sofa, her head almost touching its base. Ellen then turned and sort of
squatted over Beth’s naked back, placing her knees on either side of Beth’s
ribs. From my vantage point, almost directly behind my prone girlfriend’s
feet, I had a nice view of Ellen’s light-haired pubic area, which she
didn’t seem to mind. Her boobs swayed from side to side with even the
slightest of movements; her nipples were dark and erect.

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.”

My eyes darted from Ellen’s full, hanging breasts, with their silver
dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown
triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a ‘V’ at her lower abdomen.
She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view. To the
contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than adequate body
off for me (and, I’m sure, for Beth as well). I made a mental note to ask
Ellen later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her treasures
look. The growth of her curls was quite sparse; in fact, I found it quite
amazing that Beth’s thick forest of much darker curls completely hid her
cuntal slit, whereas the thin crack of Ellen’s pussy was quite visible
through the hairs.
Ellen devoured Beth with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her voice was
soft as the morning. “Would you like me to give you a rim job?”
Beth seem mesmerized by this woman. She managed only to nod her head
in affirmation. Her hand was just below Ellen’s melon-like right breast.
For a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I tried to imagine her
doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my little trick didn’t
work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath the hanging globe.
“Kneel on the floor. Rest the top of your body on the sofa cushion,”
said Ellen, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.
Beth curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the still
seated woman. I loved her nakedness. My cock was now throbbing.
Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got a good grip on
myself. This is one show I knew I would really enjoy.

“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.”