Remembering Bethany : Part 6

Beth would occasionally moan “Oh Billy, thats so good.”or “I love fucking your cock.”but most of her utterances were soft moans or sensual grunts until she burst forth with a rising crescendo of “Oh god...oh god...oh GOD...I'm commingggg...OOOOOH GODDD!” She arched her back and legs and her whole body shook for several seconds while she drenched Billy's lap in her orgastic issue. Finally she collapsed back into Billy's arms in a post climatic swoon. I don't think I've ever seen a more magnificent or beautiful display of a female climax. My old nine-iron rose in salute.

When Beth reemerged from 'le petit mort' she gave me a shy slightly embarrassed smile that was a mixture of dazed elation and satisfaction and her natural midwestern reticence about making a public display of her emotions. I think the most fascinating part of Beth was the contrast between the repression of her upbringing and the passionate sexual extrovert that resided in her psyche. What I loved was her ability to handle the dichotomy in a down to earth and humorous manner without a lot of guilt hangups.

Then she noticed my tumescence. “Oh George, how nice, is that for me?”and motioned me over until she could take me between her beautiful ruby lips to lick and suck me while I took several pics of her smiling eyes looking up into the camera. Finally Beth pulled me gleaming with saliva from her throat and mouth. “George, does that camera have a timer? Cause I'd like to have a group picture now.”

I grinned in assent and proceeded to set up the tripod and as I was focusing on them I saw that Beth had repositioned herself on Billy so that she was facing him. He had applied a generous amount of K-Y jelly to his middle finger and was working it up Beth's anal passage. I realized that a timer would not work because of the delicate nature of the upcoming double penetration so I pulled out a extra long cable release that I had rigged to a foot pedal and hoped that I could remember to trip the release at the right moment. An auto-advance wind on the SLR would have been so nice but one shot would have to do. When I again turned to face them Beth was handing me the KY.

Beth joked “Remember this white turkey on dark rye sandwich needs a lot of grease.”Her cheek was resting on Billy's head and her smile was a mixture of lust and shy anticipation as she raised her beautiful twin rear globes in offering to my loving assault. I lubed myself up and positioned myself at her posterior and began to push the tip into her initially resistant sphincter.