Wandering Bk. 04: Beth

It was at that point that Beth began to take over. She grabbed my cock, pushed my active hand out of the way and climbed on top of me, stuffing my erection into her with a single stab. The next thing I knew, she had a lock on my shoulders as she pounded up and down on my cock, her eyes merely slits and with a grimace on her lips. This was apparently serious business to her, and she was relentless as she used me for her own needs. Some might call it selfish, but I was more inclined to think of it as reckless.

I wasn't hesitant to join in on the "fun," but she was in a world of her own, driving herself to some orgasm as yet unclaimed. I had no idea how long I could hold on under this assault, but it was strangely non-erotic, and I found I was just a passenger at this point. I really didn't feel that I was close to letting go, so I just held on with both hands and let her do her "thing."

I'm not sure how long it lasted, but it was far longer than I expected, and when she finally reached her destination, she redefined the meaning of "explosive orgasm." I'm sure the ground really did shake. Her body collapsed on mine and she was gasping for breath at a furious rate. I just held her until things started to return to normal, and she could at least say a few words between her attempts to take in more air.

"See what I mean?" she finally managed.

"That was pretty crazy. Was that normal?"

"Only when I've been without for a while. Once you get me started, I'm hard to stop." She was nuzzled into my neck and had returned to a more passive state.

"Tell me what I can do for you, then. I'm here to please you," I said with some trepidation.

"Baby, I like it all. You can't think of anything that I won't enjoy."

I decided to go back to basics. I'd rely on my old, reliable top to bottom tongue and finger work and just see where it took us. I rolled her over on her back and I began to make love to her spectacular breasts, using my tongue, lips and fingertips. At first, nothing seemed to be happening to her, but it didn't take long before I was getting vocal signals and body movement that told me I was on the right track.

I rose up slightly to begin my move down her fabulous body, and she promptly pushed her hand down my abdomen and grasped my cock. Now, this could be a problem. There was only so much distance between the length of her arm and the length of my cock, and I wasn't going to slipping down anywhere as long as she had this grip on my manhood.

"Beth ... let go of me. Let me do my thing for a while. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you need me," I promised.

She released me with a sigh as her hand returned and joined her other hand on the back of my head. My tongue in her navel cavity sparked a brief response, but as I suspected she was into more direct contact, so I continued my way down to her lovely pussy. It was bright red from the aggressive exercise it had experienced a few moments earlier, and her clitoris was still extended and prominent. I pushed her thighs wide apart as I moved further down.

I began by dragging the top of my tongue slowly along her perineum and upward toward her labia, stopping just before I reached her clit. She pushed her hips up in response to my strokes and as she did, I moved one hand to her ass cheek and began to slip a finger inside the crack and gently touch her anus. She jumped in response to my first touch, telling me I had found a sensitive spot. I kept sliding my finger across and around the tiny opening as my tongue continued its slow glide up her lovely pussy.

I kept this up for several moments until, without any warning, I began to insert my fingertip into her anus. She reacted again, but this time with a vocal grunt that I took for approval. Each time that I stroked her with my tongue, I pushed my finger slightly farther into her ass. It was clearly with her approval as she began to move her hips again in that very inviting way. It was time to push the process along, and again, without warning, I locked my lips on her clit and began stroking my finger in and out of her ass. She responded quickly with a howl of surprise and then began pushing back on my hand as I finger fucked her ass. All the while, my tongue was massaging her clit as I held it between my lips.

She was really starting to move now. I added a second finger in her ass and she arched her back violently in response and then continued her pushing back. I had released her clit, and brought my head up as her hips were reacting wildly again. I took it as an invitation to complete this portion of my foreplay by adding a third finger in her ass and increasing the pace of my stroke.

"Awwwwwh gawwwd," she howled. He breathing was back to gasps and her hips fairly danced above the bed and my hand moved rapidly in and out of her ass. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her and then rolled over, sticking her formidable butt in the air.

"Give me the real thing ... now!" she demanded.

I crabbed up behind her, lubricated my erection in her pussy and then pushed the head of my cock into the now-widened anal opening. I was careful and applied a steady push as I entered her. Beth was groaning and gasping, but pushing back at me as well, welcoming my invasion. Soon I was almost halfway in and I began to pull back and then forward slowly, allowing her to get used to my stroke. I had never done this before and I was going on instinct and caution as I began my first anal intercourse.

Beth was no rookie at this, and within a few strokes she was demanding more depth and faster strokes.

"Come on, Lee ... fuck my ass! Give it to me! Make me come!" She almost shouted her encouragement.

I wondered how long I would last and the answer was - not long. Fortunately, I think Beth was ready as well, and when I felt myself about to let go, I told her so.

"Here it comes, Beth. Here it comes ... I can't hold back." And I didn't. I felt the warm spurts of semen in her tight anal canal. It was a whole, new thing. It was completely different than vaginal sex and I hoped she felt rewarded.

"Oh God, Lee. That was great. Oh, I love the feel of come in my ass. It feels so good ... so good," she sighed as she began to collapse on her stomach.

I slipped out of her and lay beside her with my arm over her back. She turned her head toward me and she had a nice smile.

"You were great, Lee. I'm feeling real good about you in my bed. You were great." She raised her head and moved toward me and kissed me. "Are you finished for tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Do you want me to be finished?"

"No!" she said abruptly, her head popping up with a surprised look on her face. "No, I want you to stay. I want as much of you as I can have for as long as I can have it." She was serious. It wasn't just pillow talk. She wanted all I could give her and I was wondering just how much I could give.

"I'm not Superman. I'll do the best I can for you."

"Hmmmm. I have a feeling that you'll be just fine. Right now, I think we should take a break, have a shower and maybe a glass of wine or brandy, and then, when we're both ready, we can come back here. I'll change the sheets while you're in the shower and you can pour the wine when I'm in there. Okay?"

"Okay," I said with some disappointment.

"What's the matter?"

"I was hoping to have that shower with you. I can always help you change the sheets."

"Offer accepted," she smiled. She slipped from the bed and strolled toward the ensuite. I followed and we entered what must have been the giant economy size shower enclosure. The walls were sheathed in large, random shaped slate with a dark, tiled floor. Several stainless steel controls were on the wall along with several shower outlets. Beth pushed a single button and the shower heads sprang to life, apparently with a pre-set water temperature.

As I lathered and washed this incredible woman, my cock was growing again and I thought for a moment, we might have a session in the shower.

"Save it for later," she said with a smile. "You're going to need it."

I could hardly be disappointed. I was living out another of these almost expected fantasies, and my only duty was not to screw it up.

We had fun drying each other with her big, soft towels and soon, dressed in a matching pair of terrycloth robes, we were in the kitchen, sipping wine, and nibbling on snacks that Beth had previously prepared. I found myself staring at her. I could understand how she could overwhelm a man. It wasn't just a matter of size, but a matter of her aggressive sexual appetite. She was a tiger in bed, and I wondered how any man could keep up with her over the long haul. On the other hand, she was so incredibly beautiful, so irresistible, that no red-blooded heterosexual man could resist her.

It was about an hour later that we returned to the bedroom, and this time Beth touched a control panel on the wall, and the lights dimmed to a very low level and soft music played in the background. This was a much more sensual atmosphere and it prefaced a much more controlled and sensuous encounter. It was a flip side of Beth Jorgenson, and I was greatly relieved. I was back where I thought I could participate, and not just be a person along for the ride.

I moved behind her, undid the sash on her robe, and smoothly removed it from her. She turned and did the same for me. She pulled back the sheets of the remade bed and slipped inside, inviting me to join her. I slid in beside her and thus began one of the most erotic episodes of my life.

I have no real recollection of how it all began or when it all ended. Suffice it to say, it was a continuum of sexual pleasing for both of us. It lacked the reckless abandon of our first encounter, but it was far more satisfying. We took our time and enjoyed every minute of it. We tried many positions and loved all of them. Beth was very intuitive when it came to prolonging my performance, and I was very grateful for that. Under other circumstances, it might have been over within a few minutes and I would have been denied the most satisfying time I could ever have conjured in my dreams.

I had a hard time figuring out what Beth was all about. She was, as I've said more than once, very sexual, and I've already extolled the virtues of her beauty. What I couldn't figure out was her apparent inability to find a permanent relationship, even a semi-permanent one. Once I got past the initial thermonuclear blast, she was the picture of erotic self-control. It made not the slightest difference in the enjoyment we shared. She responded to my various teasings and gentle torments with vocal and body expressions which told me that she was totally appreciative of my efforts. We were a fine match.

At some point, it all ended quietly, and I awoke the next morning holding her closely to me in the spoon position. She exuded that wonderful scent women produce first thing in the morning, and my cock was at full attention. A short time later, she began to awaken. She couldn't help but notice my condition, since it was nestled comfortably between the cheeks of her glorious ass. I heard her purr her comfort and we remained as we were for several minutes until she turned toward me.

"Good morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Ummmh. Yeah. Fine." She sounded uncertain. "You wore me out," she added.

"I did?" That's the last thing I expected to hear from her. I thought it was the other way around. I pulled her closer to me just to emphasize how happy I was just to hold her.

It didn't take long to figure out that she had fallen back asleep, and I quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. I remembered which button she had pushed and sure enough, the multi-head shower started up and within seconds it was cascading warm water over my tired frame. I washed and lingered under the spray for several minutes before I got out and dried myself. I poked around in the drawers and came up with a disposable razor and some shaving gel and cleaned up my face.

I walked out of the ensuite and saw that Beth was still fast asleep. I tied the robe around me and headed for the kitchen. A brief search produced some juice, a bagel, coffee for the machine, and even some dry cereal. I poured some orange juice and made a pot of coffee. I toasted the bagel and took it into the living room with my coffee and turned on the TV to check the news.

I was on my second cup when Beth appeared in the living room and sat beside me on the sofa.

"Hi," I said, turning to her. "Can I get you something?"

"Coffee ... please."

I got up and went into the kitchen, found a mug and poured the coffee. I remembered she didn't take cream or sugar from the other night, so I brought the hot, steaming mug back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She hadn't moved a muscle since she had plunked herself down on the sofa and I wasn't even sure if she was fully conscious.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Hmmmm. Just tired," she finally responded. "I though you said you weren't Superman."

I might have had a grin on my face when I said, "I'm not. I gather you weren't disappointed."

"I may not be able to walk for a couple of days," she said without smiling.

"Sorry. I didn't think I was that rough."

Beth turned and looked at me. "You weren't." She sounded reassuring. "I just got carried away and you were strong enough to stay with me. I didn't expect that."

"Neither did I."

"Surprise! When do you have to check out of your room?"

"Today."

"Why don't you move in here? I have the rest of the week and I'd be grateful for the company."

I really didn't have to think very hard about it. "Sure." It was another of those fascinating opportunities I was being presented out of the blue.

"Good. Why don't you check out and bring your things here. Maybe by the time you get back, I'll be awake," she said with a tired smile.

Well, there goes the best of my intentions again. I managed two nights without sex. Actually, I can only take credit for one since I was quite prepared to bed her the night before last, and only the dreaded curse stopped me. However, one has to accept one's limitations, or in my case, uncontrolled destiny. I happily packed my bag, paid my bill, and headed back to the condo, stopping briefly to pick up some Astroglide at the local drug store. I was concerned for Beth's comfort.

When I returned to the condo, Beth was looking considerably more alert. She had showered, dressed, and eaten, and she greeted me at the door with a lovely big kiss and a bum squeeze. Very considerate!

It had started to rain and looked like the next day or so would be at least cloudy with scattered showers. That could be the perfect excuse for us to stay indoors. We did a lot of touching and holding that afternoon. Beth spent most of the day with a dreamy smile on her face and I guess I didn't look much different. It was one of the after-effects that left you feeling so superior and so satisfied that you couldn't find the words to express it. I tried. I opened my laptop and tried to record what had happened, but I failed. I might as well have attempted to describe Mona Lisa's smile.

We spent the next day indoors too. I encouraged Beth to try a self-portrait and she gave it a good effort. After several of what she thought were failed attempts, I asked her what she thought was wrong with them.

"I don't exactly know. They just don't look right to me. They don't look like I think I look. Does that make sense?" she asked.

"Yes ... in a way. But, are you looking for a literal translation or is there something you want to show others about yourself?

She looked at me with a strange, wrinkled grimace. "I don't know. How do I look to you?"

"Literally, you're physically a very beautiful woman. But what I see sometimes, is a very insecure woman, uncertain of who she is and what she is looking for in her life." I hoped I wasn't being too brash or aggressive with my comments. From what I had seen of her sketches, she saw a different woman than I did. I was trying to tell her that.

"Why don't you try a mask," I suggested. "It doesn't have to be literal and usually they are less complex in execution than real faces. They don't have all the subtlety and nuance of the human face." I had done my best to plant the seed of alternatives. It was up to Beth to find a way to express herself. I had the feeling that once she found that way, she would be excited with the results. She needed to be patient with herself and persistent with her experiments.

"You're full of ideas, aren't you?" I think she was enjoying my contribution and encouragement.

"I'm full of something." I was laughing. Talk about conceited! Me, giving an artist ideas!

I went back to my journal and before I knew it, it was almost six in the afternoon. I stood up, stretched and walked into the spare bedroom to see how Beth had made out. As I walked into the room, the easel was facing toward her with the light coming in over her shoulder and I couldn't see what she had done unless I moved behind her. Beth had her brush in her hand and was studying something on the canvas with great concentration.

I walked behind her quietly and looked at what she had done. I was amazed. It was like nothing she had done before. It was stunning; a surrealistic expression of a human face. Whose face, I could not tell. I couldn't even tell which sex. But it was amazing. It was bold, not just with the brush strokes, but with color as well. I was trying to determine what the expression on "its" face could be. It looked forbidding and yet, not angry. It had power. I was curious about what Beth was trying to say. I didn't dare interrupt her though.

"There's another drying in the closet, Lee," she said, still concentrating on the canvas in front of her.

I walked to the closet and looked in. There was another canvas, sitting on the floor, propped up against the back wall. I squatted down to have a closer look. It was another mask in stark black and white. It was almost like a theatre mask, but more expressive. Again, it had an enigmatic expression. It was impressive as well.

"These are wonderful, Beth." I meant it. They were so completely different and so foreign to her usual style. She had broken out of her comfort zone and created something completely new.

"Yeah ... it's crazy, but I think I like them. They are so different, I don't know what to make of them, even though I painted them myself. It was almost 'stream of consciousness' painting. I didn't even sketch anything more than the outline shape. I just let the brush go where it wanted to."

She was almost giggling with excitement. She had found something new and she was pumped at the discovery. I couldn't help but smile. It would be interesting to see where this would take her. It might be just a hobby, but she had prodigious talent. It was just a matter of finding the vehicle for her expression. I felt really happy for her.

I stayed with her for the rest of the week and I don't think Beth spent more than a couple of hours that she wasn't either painting, eating, or together with me in bed. Her excitement with her art carried over into the bedroom, and I was treated to a festival of fornication. If there is a sexual equivalent to a gourmand, I was perilously close to meeting that dubious standard.

All good things must come to an end, however. On Saturday night, Beth and I packed our bags in preparation for her early departure the next morning. Vancouver would be a long drive for her, whereas I had no particular destination. I was sad to see it end. She was a magnificent woman with a world of artistic talent just waiting to be discovered. She had five very good paintings to take home with her. In the meantime, she had a job that would keep her in groceries even if it didn't give her the personal satisfaction she craved. For my part, I was just happy I got to spend some time with her. I wouldn't soon forget her.