Crystal’s Persuasion · Part 6 (6/8)
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Beth was a little out of breath, and carefully watched Phil leave. She turned away from her departing dance partner, and the faraway, dreamy smile vanished instantly, replaced by panic as she saw me sitting across from her. "Did you have fun?" I asked.
Beth stuttered, searching for something to say. I reached and touched her hand; she flinched at the contact. "I'm glad you were able to just enjoy the moment," I said softly. "That's an improvement. Now let's go home." Confusion filled her face, but I just smiled knowingly at her. She seemed to want to say something because her mouth was open. No sound came out. I stood and held out my hand to her. Beth tentatively took it, and stood up. I closed my hand gently on hers', and she _finally_ understood. Slowly, desire replaced the confusion on her face. She smiled, dangerously enticing. I didn't think I'd have any trouble being in the mood for her tonight.
It was a very quiet ride back to my apartment. "Have a seat in the living room, Beth. I'll be ready for you in a minute," I said as I went into the bathroom. She was waiting expectantly when I returned, and she had undressed. I wondered if I should make her put her clothes back on so that _I_ could take them off, but decided that lesson could wait for another day.
"Come on to bed," I softly urged. She followed eagerly, a little bit too fast for my pleasure, but I was in a forgiving mood. In all honesty, I was more horny than forgiving. The feel of Heather's soft, long, long, long hair on my hands still tingled. I kissed Beth on the cheek as we sat on the bed, then kissed her ear and softly told her exactly what I was going to do with her. The flush began to reappear. This was a _major_ difference between Crystal and her roommate: Beth's arousal was very easy to see. I stroked her neck tenderly, then slid into dining position. Beth moaned loudly when I stuck my tongue in her, lapped madly for a few seconds, then pulled away to kiss her belly button and torso.
"Dooo that a-gainnn," she moaned. She had to wait, though. I got distracted when I discovered how much more sensitive Beth's breasts were compared to Crystal's. Beth's whole body quivered and she whimpered when I licked and nibbled on her erect pink nipples. My fingers ran around the fleshy globes, raising goose bumps. When I teased the halo around her nipples, Beth grabbed me tightly and let loose a sharp cry. Her head was thrown back and I felt her stomach tighten. "Ohhh, gawwdd," she gasped, "Crystal was right."
How in the world had she put up with somebody who hadn't figured out how sensitive her not-entirely -small breasts were over seven years? I guess he didn't care. Beth's chest heaved and she sighed loudly, encouraging me to continue playing with her upper torso while she stroked my head. When I finally moved my head down toward her pouting pussy, she pushed at my head, raising her hips in anticipation.
Her moans turned into grunts as I fucked her with my tongue, bobbing my head, brushing her clit playfully with my moustache. The tickling sensation drove Beth crazy. She bounced on the bed panting, yelping and thrust her ripe clit at me. I had never seen one so red and angry- looking; I gently sucked on it. Beth's body stiffened, convulsed, then her back arched and she howled. Her pelvis oscillated wildly, forcing me to hold her hips with my hands so I could keep lapping in the proper places. The bottom half of my face was getting soaked; Beth tasted even better than Crystal. Beth collapsed back onto the bed, and I lapped more leisurely, savoring her tangy essence.
She sighed loudly with each breath. I covered my fingers with her juices, and stuck them in her mouth. Beth sucked avidly, obscenely, tasting her own inner nectar. I had had to convince Crystal that it was okay to be lewd; Beth just needed an excuse. This round blonde was a tightly wrapped bundle of sexual energy; it was going to be my pleasure to unwrap her, and find out what secrets were coiled within. Beth wrapped her arms around me, purred, and… went to sleep.
I lay next to her, aroused beyond belief, and she was — asleep! I waited for a little while, deciding to watch her and stroke her body. She soon stirred, and looked at me sleepily with a sexy smile. "I don't know why Crystal would even _think_ about breaking up with you. Is it always like that?" Beth whispered that last sentence, and kissed me with parted lips around my face and neck.
"No, not always. Sometimes I'm not creative, and well… I'm human," I replied quietly. "Beth, you've got to stop thinking of sex as 'it', OK? That's not why Crys and I went out for so long, because good sex only goes so far. On the other hand, if I know what you like, I'll make every effort to make sure you don't leave… disappointed."
Beth gave me an open-mouthed sucking kiss, and began to rub her body against mine. I got hard quickly just from her warmth, aroma, and presence. "I'm sorry," she whispered, fondling my erection. "It's just that… well… ummm… I didn't mean to fall asleep." She was apologizing; how cute!
"Have you ever watched a guy come?" I asked. Beth's eyes had that glazed, dreamy look some women get when they're in the mood.
"No," she said, a note of disappointment (!) in her voice. "But I've never tasted myself before, either." Beth's eyes focused on me, sparks flying. "Guess there's a first time for everything, huh?" She began to kiss her way down my chest, but I stopped her with a gentle hand.
"Beth, I want you to give me a hand job, but you should pay close attention to how I breathe, the sounds that I make, and the way my body moves at your touch," I whispered seductively. "That's how you learn what makes me feel good." Beth looked at me strangely, then smiled and ran her hand quickly over my erect cock. Gripping it, she started to jack feverishly.
"Not so _fast_," I instructed. "Slower, and don't grip so tight." She complied, her fist moving slowly, and her efforts became a little more relaxed and leisurely. A pearl of pre-cum appeared at the opening and Beth smeared it around the head with a finger. She smiled as I shivered at the intense sensation, my breath catching in my throat. Her body was slowly turning pink again. My hips began to respond involuntarily, little whimpering sounds escaping my throat, but Beth pushed me gently back down to the bed, stroking my chest, using her nails lightly. My eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, and my body trembled at the unusual stimulation. Her eyes, half-lidded, were glued on my cock.
She seemed hypnotized, a beatific smile on her lips, and her eyes were smoky; sexy. More pre-cum oozed out. Beth licked it off, swabbing the glans with her tongue. I shuddered massively and gasped, "I'll come if you do that again," to warn her. I was close.
Beth engulfed the head with her mouth, and gave it a little, tiny, sucking kiss. She looked at me mischievously. I felt her tongue cross the rim and… "Grxpfll!" Nonsense shot out of my mouth as the rest of my body exploded. Beth sucked gently for a couple of spurts, then aimed my cock at her chest, continuing her gentle pumping. She squeezed the base, making me moan in pain, then let go. A huge spurt hit her chin and dripped onto her breasts. I finally ran out of cum, but not out of thrills as Beth continued to stroke the diminishing length of my cock during the super-sensitive phase. She had learned very quickly about hand jobs. I shivered uncontrollably, and Beth leaned over and kissed me. I sucked on her tongue; she hadn't swallowed.
When it truly was over, Beth whispered, "That was neat. I liked it. Especially the part where you kissed me." Her voice was throaty, and her arousal might as well have been displayed in big, flashing neon letters. My fingers began to tease her lower body now, returning the earlier stimulation in kind, masturbating her as we kissed. Beth's hips pumped slowly, grinding against my hand, my fingers rocking up and down inside. She wasn't worried about fucking right now, and that was another good sign. Her orgasm's approach was signalled by the increased ferocity of her kiss while I continued to stimulate her, flicking her swollen clit and its angry red bud gently, rhythmically.
She trembled silently, her warm, moist walls squeezing randomly at my fingers. Beth relaxed with a throaty purr as her vibrations ceased. The sheets were damp, we hugged each other without words among the sounds of sunrise, and went to sleep.
The Education of Beth, Part 2
Beth visited me every weekend after that. Our relationship was different from the one I'd had with Crystal, though. Where Crystal would meet me at gigs, or come over before the show and ride with me, Beth would come over to my home before the gig, then wait patiently for my return. Our relationship was purely sexual; I had _no_ illusions about that. One night, Beth brought over an X-rated video. "Crys bought some of these after you broke up. I've… watched a couple. She said that you and her used to watch together, to get in the mood," Beth hesitantly said.
"We did every so often. It was one of the ways we got hot for each other, but it wasn't the only way. Are you curious?"
"No… I-I-I mean that…" Beth stammered, struggling to explain herself. I cut her off.
"Are you curious about what it does to me? Since you've seen a few videos, I guess you know pretty much the point of what's on the screen," I said. Beth blushed and got real quiet. I looked at the box; it was a Little Oral Annie film. "Beth," I sighed, "put the tape in, and come sit next to me." She obeyed quickly and returned, eagerly settling at my shoulder. The rose had already made it to her neck.
"I like to watch my lovers," I explained as the tape started, "it enhances the moment. I like to watch you, Beth. The way that the color rises on your body; the way that your nostrils flare when you're aroused; all of these are erotic to me." Beth had lowered her eyelids, and the flush now covered her cheeks. "I like to hear you sigh when I touch you in a special place," I continued. To prove my point, I ran my hand very lightly across the nape of her neck, drawing a tremble from the aroused girl. Beth shakily let the breath she was holding out. "See? I can make you respond to my touch; and soon you'll be responding to my voice, because you know it will be followed by my touch. I don't have to fuck you; I only have to touch you. Now you need to learn how to do the same for me. I like head, sweet thing, and you are going to watch and learn how to give head."
The tape was rolling, and Annie demonstrated her amazing feats of oralia in the first scene. Beth gasped as Crystal had, slack-jawed at the sight of a thick male organ completely embedded in someone's throat. "Before we are finished, Beth, you will be able to do that to me. Crystal can," I coercively whispered, putting Beth's hand on the lump in my pants. "No, don't do anything yet. Just _feel_ it pulse." I watched the blowjob with increasing arousal, but I didn't let Beth's hand do anything but sit on my lap.
A lesbian scene came on, and I waited for Beth to react. She didn't, except to shift uncomfortably on the sofa, her eyes looking at me questioningly, then returning to the screen. I ran my hand up her arm. She shivered in response and her breath caught in her throat. One of the women, a blonde, was obviously playing the femme role, and her dominant partner was absorbed in the exquisite torture of pleasuring her. The taller, red-headed woman's face was buried in the blonde's muff. The blonde was making feeble attempts at resistance, weak protests interspersed with stage gasps and moans. The redhead picked up a dildo and slobbered on it while pumping at her female toy with her other hand. Beth was watching the scene intently now, breathing a little faster, rocking unconsciously at my gentle touch on her fully clothed back.
The dominant partner burrowed between her friend's ass cheeks, licking at the smaller orifice. All of this was explicitly shot, leaving nothing to the imagination. "You've already seen a _live_ ass fuck, Beth," I whispered to her. Beth swallowed audibly, her focus still on the tape. I nuzzled her neck, and she moaned softly, leaning to me, surrendering control of her body. I stopped and Beth sighed dreamily, leaving her body against mine. The redhead fastened the dildo to a harness, then began to fuck the blonde in the ass with it.
The blonde was doing the "No! Yes!! No!! Yes!!! YESS!!!" thing while the redhead called her all kinds of nasty names. Beth's ears were red. After the massive on-screen orgasm both women had, the redhead and the blonde kissed passionately, tongues dueling inside and outside mouths, and the redhead stroked the blonde tenderly, saying, "That's such a good little slave. You like being my little slut, don't you?" The blonde replied dreamily, "Oh, yes, mistress…" with exaggerated effort. Beth hadn't moved since I last touched her actively, her eyes were fixed on the screen, and her breathing was hoarse. Beth's nostrils flared. This is promising, I thought. Drawing out Beth's biggest fantasies may be easier than I thought it would be.
"Do you want to be _my_ little slut?" I asked Beth quietly. Her back arched and she moaned. "Play with your pussy for me. I know my baby's pussy is all wet." Her hands flew beneath the dress she wore as she ripped off the panties that had been underneath. "Get on the floor and masturbate for me, you little county girl whore." She obeyed in a flash, undressing completely, and sat in front of me, legs spread wide, rubbing herself frantically. "You're a nasty little blonde bitch, ain'cha?" A groan from the ecstatic Beth. "And you like to be told what to do." Another moan of ecstasy. No, this was too easy. "Stop," I commanded, but Beth was rapidly climbing towards orgasm, unwilling (unable?) to stop. "_I said stop_!"
I might as well have tried to stand in front of a loaded dump truck with no brakes. Beth was going to make herself come. She'd forgotten me, the movie, everything but her flying fingers and the pleasure they drove through her body. I was really hard and hot now. This had aroused me a lot and I pulled my pants down, then mounted Beth with a violent grunt. She came immediately, her tunnel collapsing around me and rippling along my length. She whimpered in my ear, and her body jerked underneath me, arms splayed to the side, her legs wide open. I grabbed her head after it bounced off the carpet following a particularly potent spasm. I was pounding at her now, and Beth's orgasm continued.
I kissed her forcefully, she kissed back in a frenzy, then grabbed my hips with her hands and bit me (OW!) on the shoulder. She was very vocal with each movement our coupled bodies made. Beth buried her head in my shoulder, muffling her orgasmic cries. Her insides churned like butter, massaging me well past the point of no return.
I held my breath, swallowed hard, and contracted the sphincter responsible for my cock. My nuts felt like they'd been shot. My pumping became fast and short; uncoordinated and irregular. So much for control. I pulled out of Beth. The first volley landed just below her neck, and Beth began to smear it all over her upper body; her hips rolled wildly, seeking stimulation that I was too greedy to provide, as I spurted over her body again. Beth moved forward, reached out and stroked my cock, making my hips buck. _Another_ large gush of cum shot out, this time onto her face. Beth was close enough that she only had to move a little to engulf my still-hard shaft with her mouth.
I grabbed her head, but it was unnecessary, because the blonde county girl was sucking on me eagerly. My next spurt was followed by pitiful dribbling, and the _immediate_ collapse of my dick. Beth's mouth and tongue cleaned me thoroughly before she pulled away. I wiped the cum off her face with my fingers; she grabbed my hand and sucked it clean, too.
"Are we a little oral tonight?" I said amusedly after Beth had calmed down. She looked at me, then quickly turned her head away in embarrassment. I started to rub her breast gently and felt her stiffen, but she said nothing. She had really given her body to me. This changed _everything_. "Beth, sit back on the sofa and have a smoke. I'll return shortly." I went to the bathroom to try to organize all the information that I had gained during our just-concluded roll on the floor. I knew that it would be next to impossible to get any help from Beth in this matter. Crystal almost never hesitated to tell me when something felt good, or talk afterwards; Beth was always embarrassed by our sex, and _never_ talked about it.
Crystal. I wanted Crystal, and Beth was a poor, although entertaining, substitute. Crystal had picked up the wonderful habit of being sexually assertive and downright aggressive at times. I smiled to myself, then sighed as the dinner date from hell and our last encounter replayed themselves in my head. Suddenly, I was inspired by the comparison I had unintentionally made. If Crystal was aggressive, and Beth did everything almost the opposite of Crys, then what did that make Beth? Submissive. I was too tired to find out if I had just discovered the key to Beth's sexuality right then, but at least I had something new to try.
Beth was lighting another cigarette when I rejoined her. She gaped at me, as she always did when I was naked around her, and her eyes widened slightly, as they did whenever she was afraid I was going to do something with her. I sat next to her and kissed her sweetly, much to her surprise. "That was very good, but we have to rewind the tape now. In fact –" I paused, and handed her the remote. "Why don't you rewind the tape, and join me in bed whenever you get done out here." I disappeared into the bedroom, and heard the rewind motor engage on the tape. I'd find out what happened after the lesbian ass fuck tomorrow.
Beth virtually radiated disappointment when I told her that we were just going to sleep, that our sexual encounter for the evening was over. She did not threaten me with leaving, as she had in the past, nor did she attempt to change my mind. I had managed to train her that much. Beth went home the next morning. When she returned that evening, I had nothing to say to her, but as I left, I kissed her viciously, grabbing her soft, round ass through her jeans. She worked her tongue a little harder in my mouth until I broke away and left her.
The club had been pretty full, but my mind was on the attractive, submissive blonde in my apartment. Pam noticed my distraction. "Someone on your mind?" she purred teasingly, giving me a neck massage as the club emptied. "You've been in an awful hurry these days. I'm beginning to think you don't –" Pam hugged me around the neck and playfully kissed me on the ear. "– Like me anymore." She ran her hand around my chest, still playing. Nonetheless, it had a definite, and altogether predictable effect on me. "Don't worry," she cooed, "I'll only get you hot for her — whoever she is."
I kissed her hand and arm, forcing myself to stop at her elbow. It wasn't easy. "It's another county girl," I said. "She doesn't really like to be a band groupie," I explained as much as I was going to.
Pam slid around in front of me. "Careful, baby. I don't want to patch another broken heart," she replied quietly, turning serious. Her blue eyes made me shiver, and we hugged when I stood up to leave. When I got to the door, Pam called, "Don… I _will_ if I have to." Damn, if only Pam wanted to get married.
When I got home, Beth was watching the terrible late night movie. She looked at me kind of funny, so I pulled her to me and kissed her. The muscles in her body relaxed, and her eyes sparkled as we separated. "Beth," I began, "I think I've figured out what to do with you." The expectation grew on her face, as if I was about to reveal the one, true secret of life. "You're very submissive, and like to be told what to do. Especially around me. You like to feel — powerless. I'm not sure that I'm entirely comfortable with that." Beth's face fell a little; she appeared — disappointed. I maneuvered her over to a wall and kissed her. "At the same time, it makes for some — _explosive_ — sex. I love how responsive your body is to my touch and voice. It makes me hard, and I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you…"
Beth's neck turned pink during the last sentence and we started to grind at each other, her hips thrusting aggressively at mine. "Dirty talk gets you hot, too, doesn't it, baby?" I panted. Beth's blue eyes were locked on my brown ones. Her face was turning red. "C'mon, you can tell me…. Let it _go_, county girl… C'mon… How do I make you feel?" We kissed viciously. "You wanna fuck, don'cha? You want me to fuck you, but y'just can't say it…" We were both gasping for air now. "How bad y'wannit…. Hunh? How… bad…"
"Ohhh… Gawwdd," Beth gasped, her eyes closing, "You make wanna do…" Another frenzied gasp. I unfastened her jeans. "You… makeme… _makeme_…"
"Fuck me _now_, Beth." Those words broke whatever reserve Beth had. There was nothing caring or loving about this sex. Our pants went down and we fucked standing up, real quick, and _real_ hard.
"Ohhh!!! You — makemefuck!!! Fuckyou!!!" she gasped, driving her hips at me each time I would thrust against her. Beth didn't refuse to do _anything_ after that encounter. The next weekend the band was not working, so I rented some anal sex videos. I put a mirror on the floor when I had undressed Beth, and we watched the tube for a while, then I told her she was going to "be just like Crystal."
"Ohhh!!! N-n-n-nooo!! Ohhh-sh-sh-sh-i-i-i-i-i-iiiitttt! MMMnnnhhhh!!!" she grunted and moaned as I slid my entire length up and down her rear exit. I watched her face contort, noting that she liked to watch herself, too. Beth started masturbating furiously, sticking her fingers deep inside, which triggered a _massive_ orgasm. We lay on the floor, panting and sweaty. This was explosive sex at its' best. I stroked her naked body caringly. Beth rolled over and fixed me with an incendiary look. "What other _nasty_, _perverted_ things are you going to make me do? You _know_ I have to do them," she said throatily. She'd never be mistaken for a meek county girl in bed again. I could see her scaring the living hell out of a county boy, who expected the average county get-off-in-the-dark-and-leave deal.
"Come to bed when you get done," I said. Beth had fished out a cigarette and was smoking unhurriedly, leisurely. "I have some… ideas," I tossed at her over my shoulder as I left her to her odd state of simultaneous afterglow and beginning arousal. I've never seen any other woman who could so obviously display both states at the same time. We had to change the sheets that afternoon. Worn out, I could only play with Beth's body with my hands, and told her _not_ to come over
