I had known Beth for only a few months.

She was pretty by anyone's standards, with nice legs, a firm behind, and somewhat small breasts I believe bite-sized is the term they are commonly called with bigger than average nipples.

We didn't make it until our fourth or fifth date, and I can't say that the sex was spectacular. Don't get me wrong, it was good, but until we went to a hunting lodge one weekend with Joan and Bill, two close friends, our sexual adventures were quite ordinary. We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge, feeling somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the woods. Since Beth always slept without clothes on, she turned off the light and slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to me.

We couldn't do anything because Joan and Bill were sleeping right across from us.

At about 11:00 p.

m., Beth arose from our bed and went downstairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She appeared to be asleep. I slinked onto the sofa behind her and discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that my chest was pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against mine.

I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her soft place back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip.

Then, in her soft placeertive way, she reached between her legs and took my length in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect length was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her personal placeoris. When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-uh. Not there I want you here, in my soft place.

" So saying, she placed the head of my length right in the middle of her warmth, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me. "Are you serious?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had never done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something about Beth's sexuality that I hadn't known. "Just do it. I want to feel your length inside my soft place, " she said softly.

She rubbed the length head a few more times against her nether opening.

"Mmm, David, I want it deep inside my soft place." My length was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist soft edges that it broke the sphincter plane with surprisingly little effort. She grunted as the length head broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. "Slowly, " she said, "work it in slowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her soft place.

"Am I hurting you?" "A little, " she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it feels so playing big!" I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you are!" "Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!" "Just a little more." I pressed my length forward, then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward.

She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower soft place. "How's that?" I whispered. "Playing unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it." I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed phallus remained completely motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my length. From time to time, she contracted her warmth around the sheathed sword, as she tested the elasticity of her anal muscle. The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up, " I said after a particularly tight contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already." "No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't really played me yet. Can you hold off?" "I'll try.

I can't tell you how good it feels!" "The pain is subsiding, " she said. "Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit." "I'll come for sure, then, " I pleaded.

"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!" Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say the backside of Beth, I knew that I would want to take her anally, and often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my seed inside her. My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but gone, Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced length, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly piston my manhood.

The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we had never before known. Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different Attitude toward our lovemaking.

Outside of a few "dirty" words like "Play" or "suck", said in the heat of passion to titillate me, she had never been one to be vocal about her needs--until now! "OH! Play my soft place! Give it to me! Oh, my soft place! I love it in my soft place! Oh, David, it feels so good!" Her voice could be heard through the house. "Hey, " I said softly, "the others will hear you." "Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Play my soft place!" Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove me to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my length in and out of her beautiful, tight soft place with complete abandon.

She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her soft place against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss. My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture, that seemed to do the trick.

"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!" Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions I soft placeume from her Orgasm gripped my length, I let loose also, filling her with spurt after Spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one of the best Plays I had had in long time.

I hoped she felt the same way. We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her.

I Just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark warmth, feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp member fell out, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending.

Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. "That was great, " she whispered sexily. I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked." "I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess I'm what you call anal-erotic." I laughed. "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I had come earlier?" She laughed also.

"You'll never knew, my sweet David, will you?" "I guess I never will." When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her Wonderfully tight derriere. I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my semi- erect manhood. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness. "Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss. "Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door, " she quipped. "So you're equating a beautiful soft place play with a mousetrap?" "Sort of, " she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off, like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more." I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the soft place that I had just played, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them apart, exposing her warmth to the uncaring back of the sofa. "What are you doing, young man?" "I'm back at the doorstep again, " I replied, searching for her anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to play back there again. "Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier question. She squeezed my length 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 length 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 'Play me in the soft place!' 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 warmth. 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 soft place 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 softness, kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Beth's rib cage. 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 length 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 soft place." "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 warmth....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?" "I don't think so, " said Beth, quite honestly.

"It's like when someone toys 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 played by a nice length in my soft place, 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.