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This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
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Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"Beth Makes a Chain"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

 

My leg's were wrapped around my boyfriend's waist as he stood in the middle of the living room, fucking me as only a strong, athletic man like him possibly could.  Sure, I'm barely 5'1" and quite petite, but no ordinary man could fuck me mid-air for as long as Eric could.

"Fuck, Allison," he swore as I bounced up and down on him and he did his best to thrust deeply. He was sucking on my throat as we made our unconventional love.   He reached up and ruffled my short brown hair.  "Fuck," he said again.  

I could tell he was getting close so I bounced harder and made sure my breasts rubbed on his chest as I did.  I knew he loved the feel of my nipples against his naked flesh.  I wanted to make sure I came when he did, so I took to a recent trigger I'd adopted.  No matter how satisfying my sex with Eric was, the past few weeks my mind had started to wander in a slightly different direction, and it was in this direction that my mind now turned, for it guaranteed me an orgasm.

In my mind's eye, Eric and I were joined by our friend Beth, a tall, curvaceous blonde, who looked like all the Swedes in men's fantasies.  But in this case, she was the Swede in my fantasy.  And in that fantasy, as Eric held me and I bounced around his waist, Beth knelt behind me, reaching around to play with Eric's rear end as her mouth made soft love to my own ass cheeks.

It didn't take long for the vivid imagery to push me over the top, and as I spasmed in Eric's clutches.  As I did, my inner muscles pulled on his shaft, and he came deep inside me.  Eric grunted loudly, and swore with each shot as my weight sank down around him, driving him even deeper.  When he had finished, he slowly lowered me to the ground, and I found myself wishing Beth were really there so that she could eat his cum out of my well-abused pussy.

Eric joined me on the floor, and we cuddled there, naked and exhausted.  We panted, our muscles aching, our skin flushed.

"God, Allison, how do you stay so tight?"

I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.  He was eighteen; I was twenty.  His face looked younger than that, though, and after love-making even more so.  I loved to kiss him all over with my eyes open after sex so I could look at this face.

"I exercise," I told him with a laugh.  What I didn't explain was that I exercised my inner muscles by squeezing them around dildos that dwarfed his long but thin cock.  "Anything for you, lover."

"Yeah, right," he laughed, running his hands through my short brown hair again.  He loved to do that.

"What are you saying?" I challenged with mock hurt feelings.

"You don't mean anything you say about sex," he explained with another laugh, caressing my shoulders.

"Like what don't I mean, mister?"

He chuckled some more.  "Oh, for instance, you wouldn't really let me bring another girl to bed with us, even though we joke about it."

I decided to call his bluff, given my recent obsession with just that.  "Wanna bet?"

He scrutinized me.  "Yeah, I'll bet."

I bit my lower lip and then said, "Ok, what's the wager?  I'll supply the girl."

Eric cocked an eyebrow.  "Fifty bucks and a month's worth of dishes."

Actually, that was quite a wager since the dishes were in my apartment, and Eric technically lived on-campus still, as a freshman at the university.  He rarely did the dishes and didn't really need to.

"You're on," I said.  The money wouldn't be bad, either.

"When's this go down?"  he asked.  "So to speak."

"Give me two days," I said.

"That's it?"

"Don't think I'll really go through with it, huh?"

"Maybe you will, but even if you get yourself to go through with it, can you find a girl and get her to agree that quickly?"

I ran my tongue around the outside of his lips, then around the inside or them, then brushed it across them.  "I already have a girl in mind," I teased him, immediately rising and walking off to find some clothes.  I deliberately exaggerated the twitch of my hips as I walked, knowing that he particularly liked to look at my petite but proportionately shapely ass.

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The following day was my day to try and get Beth interested in, even distracted by, thoughts of what I had to offer. The day after would be the pay-off day.  As I woke up and got dressed that first morning, I was keenly aware of the short time I had to work.  I harbored some small hope that perhaps Beth already had some interest in this direction. After all, I'd been thinking about it for a while, and if she were at all aware of her surroundings, she must have sensed the desire radiating from me.

I decided to dress sexy, almost but not quite  slutty.   After all, I was sure the bigger hurdle for Beth would be the involvement of another girl, not of my studly Eric.  If Beth took a lot of persuasion to hop into the sack with Eric, she was hardly in tune with her womanhood.  He was as good-looking and pleasant to be around as he was strong and masculine.  And Beth was a couple years older than me, so I was sure the prospect of an 18 year-old guy would hold a little bit of taboo appeal for her as well.

I wore a high-belted thong and a slightly tight pair of low-riding jeans with a bit of a flowery thing going on around the waist.  On top I wore a dark green satin bra to match the thong, and a slightly psychedelic t-shirt which didn't quite cover my waist.  If I were to bend over or stretch upward I would expose the top of my thong, the small of my back, and my belly button -- but during normal activity I wouldn't be putting myself on display.  I pulled on a pair of canvas high-tops with flower-print shoe strings, and I was set.  Cute and sexy, not skanky.

There were a couple of things in my favor today.  First, it was a Wednesday, which meant I had two classes with Beth, so I wouldn't have to work too hard to manufacture time with her.  Second, in one of those classes there was an adorable lesbian couple, whom I might be able to use as a conversation starter.

The first class didn't turn out to be a whole lot of help.  Beth got in late and had to take an available seat which was no where near me.  Still, I glanced at her several times, and I tried to make sure she noticed that I was looking.  I concentrated as hard as could on sending her heat vibes.  Despite running late, the svelte Nordic blonde was as stunning as ever.  She was wearing a blue casual dress which was itself way too dressed-up for college in Alaska, and looked even more so on her model's figure and with her glamorous face.  

I always liked to sit near her and talk to her anyway, but it was even more frustrating not being able to do so given my excitement and anxiety over what I had planned for her.  Once I think I let my eyes linger on her legs a little too long, because I got a strange look from another student and looked up at Beth to see a similar expression on her face.  The last thing I could afford was to put the object of my desire on edge.

Fortunately, the rest of the day worked out better than I could have hoped.  The moment class was out, Beth came up to me and asked if I wanted to grab some lunch with her after the next class.  I agreed, perhaps a little too readily.  Had I spoken too quickly, too eagerly?  Or was I just second-guessing myself because I was so afraid of scaring her off and losing this opportunity? A few times as we made our way to the building our next class was in, particularly on stairways, I lagged a bit behind her so I could try to glance at the motion of her backside and her hips.  Glorious.

And it gave me an idea.

On our last staircase up, I raced ahead of her with a saucy bounce in my step, and when I reached the top, I arched my back and wiggled my ass in her direction, more playfully than seductively.

Beth laughed.  "Someone's in a good mood!"

I turned to face her as she finished the stairs more slowly.  I leaned on the corner wall and cocked my hip to that side, more seductively than playfully.  "Oh yeah..." I said with a smile.

"Sleep well last night?"

"Hardly at all," I responded, waggling my eyebrows, and rotating my hips suggestively before disappearing around the corner.

I hoped that my little game would both make her aware of my body and also get her to think about Eric and me together.  Together, those two seeds were what I needed to make this dream happen.  And it seemed to be working.

"So the neighbors were noisy and kept you awake all night?" Beth asked with a knowing wink.

She probably expected me to drop it, but I wasn't about to.  "There was a lot of noise, but it wasn't coming from the neighbors..."

At that, Beth very nearly blushed.  "You're so bad, Allison," she teased, swatting my shoulder.

"You know you love me for it!" This I said with a curtsy and outstretched arms that got some of the midsection exposure I was dressed to provide.

"I'm sure Eric loves you for it."

I draped my arm over her shoulder and stretched up to whisper in her ear.  "You can't even imagine, girlfriend."

With that, I ran a finger along her cheek teasingly, and went into the classroom.  She followed and took a seat right next to me, which was good, because I had chosen a seat right behind the cute lesbian couple.  Jill and Shannon were their names, and they kept their relationship pretty low-key, but if you knew what they had going on, you could pick up on a hell of a lot of vibes.  They were both naturally quiet, even a little sullen -- except for brief moments when they would say something to each other or look at one another.  Then, their faces would soften, their expressions lighten up, and the whole being change.  Jill was a thin, soft girl, with the most perfect ass I'd ever seen, a naturally pretty face and shiny brown hair.  Shannon had curly blonde hair, fine features to which she brought attention with expertly applied makeup, and a tight, attractive physique.  

Class went by quickly, but I made sure I kept checking Beth out and that she also could see me appreciating the lesbian couple.  The best moment, however, came at the end of the class when, contrary to their normal behavior, Jill and Shannon exchanged a goodbye kiss before parting.  It was a fairly quick kiss, but their lips were parted and their hands on one another's hips. And it was right in front of Beth and me.  The last thing we saw before heading off to lunch together.

When we were at least sitting down over salads and sparkling water in the student center, I reached a leg out under the table and brushed it against Beth's to get her attention.  "So how about Jill and Shannon, huh?  Getting a little bolder today."

Beth smiled.  "I was glad to see it."

I knew what she meant.  I knew very well what she didn't mean.  But I pounced on the opportunity.  "Oh, I didn't know you swung that way, Beth..."

Her Nordic face turned crimson.  "Allison."  She moistened her suddenly dry lips.  "That's not what I meant."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with looking."  I winked and kissed the air.

"Allison," she said again, a little more tensely.  "I just meant that it was good to see them feeling more free to express themselves."

"Very true," I agreed, "but I must admit I did also think it was sorta hot."

"Really?"  Beth's eyes were wide with disbelief.

I smiled demurely, looking down at my salad.  I lifted my eyes to her face.  "Well, you've gotta admit, they're both very pretty."

"Yeah, but... Allison, they're girls."

"Girls or boys, hot is hot."

Beth clucked her tongue at me.  "What would Eric think if he heard you say that?"

"He'd think I was right!"

"But surely he wouldn't want his girlfriend looking at other girls and thinking they're hot.  Wouldn't that make him insecure?"

"Are you kidding?" I laughed a little too loudly.  "It would make him horny is what it would do!"

"Goodness," was all she could think to say.  She took several long drinks of sparkling water, probably hoping something would come up to change the subject.

"You telling me you didn't think it was hot to see them kiss?" I was determined to press onward.  I made sure, too, that as I asked I caught her gaze.  Her eyes were liquidy blue, and I loved looking into them.  No man could ever have eyes like that.

"Jill and Shannon are pretty," Beth admitted, "but that's not the same thing as hot.  Hot implies some sort of . . . arousal."

"You're telling me."  I winked now and bit my lower lip in exaggerated expression of my arousal.

"Allison!" she snapped again.  

"Hey, I think they're both kinda cute, and seeing two people I think are kinda cute kiss is hot."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a while, broken only by the munching of salad greens.  Then, at last, Beth asked, "So have you ever done that before?"

"Kissed someone cute?  All the time!"

"Kissed a girl," she corrected.

"No, I never have."

A more brief but also more uncomfortable silence.  "Would you, under the right circumstances?"

"Definitely."  My heart was pounding.  This conversation was going even better than I would have hoped.

"Too bad you're with Eric," she said.  "For you, I mean.  Not because of Eric ,but because you can't kiss a girl.  I mean, you can, but.  Well, you know.  I mean, you're happy.  But, you know, you're missing out."

I smiled, trying not to look too eager. In fact, I decided it was time to make my exit, leaving her with some unresolved topics to flesh out tonight with her imagination.  "Honey," I said, standing up, placing my hand on hers and looking right into her eyes, "the right girl would always be welcome to share our bed.  I'm not missing anything.  It just hasn't happened yet."

Without trying to gauge Beth's response I simply held the following silence for a few moments and then gave her a smile with slightly parted lips.  "See you tomorrow in the library?"

She nodded her assent and went back to her salad, clearly preoccupied.

When I got home, I was very horny, and couldn't resist getting on the internet and downloading some threesome porn video clips.  These only got me hotter, of course, and when Eric got home I was all over him.

He'd barely even gotten through the door before I was kneeling in front of him in a pair of boy-leg panties that showed off the height of my thighs and the round flare of my petite hips.  I had thrown on one of his dress shirts, but had not bothered to button it.  I wore no bra.  I didn't even let him get settled before my mouth and hand were all over his cock and his nuts, his jeans and boxers down to half-thigh.

"Do you like Beth?" I asked him slurping on the head of his cock while I rubbed his hardening shaft.

"She's nice."

"No," I grumbled, sucking harder, beating harder.  "Do you like her physically?"

"Sure, she's hot."

I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, my finger still wrapped around what was now an outright erection.  "Would you like to fuck from behind while I nibble on her pussy?"

"You don't mean -- ?"

"It's going to happen, baby," I told him.  

"Holy shit!" he swore, knocking me to the floor.  He muscled me onto all four and pulled my panties off. He loosened me up with two rough fingers working in and out at a sideways angle, and stroked himself to full erection. He then knocked me forward, face into the carpet.  "Munch that rug, slut, that's what you wanna do isn't, you fuckin cunt?"

I groaned, loving this treatment, and started to gnaw at the carpet.  Eric loved me and respected me and would never actually hurt me, so this sort of nasty treatment was a safe thrill.

Eric hoisted my backside up off the ground and pulled me back towards me, pealing me apart around his large, strong cock.  "Oh yeah, you're tight baby, but you're so wet."  He held my back half in the air and fucked me hard, ramming my face into the floor as I moaned, wide-mouthed and drooling.  "Fuck, you really want to taste Beth's pussy, don't you?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees..."

"And you don't get to cum again until you do," he said, suddenly withdrawing and dropping me to the floor. I craned my neck to look behind me and watched as Eric beat his meat furiously and the launched his load all over my ass.

Then, true to his word, he left me hanging, unfulfilled.  I found the idea strangely erotic, and decided not to finish myself off.  My next climax would be with a woman's body underneath me.  I shivered as I curled up on the floor and drifted towards an uncomfortable sleep.

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I didn't really have what could be called a plan for how the next day was supposed to unfold.  As it turns out, I didn't have to worry too much about preparing careful machinations and schemes to guide Beth into our bed.  She was already waiting for me when I got to the library, and she looked jumpy.  She was wearing a long, flowing maroon skirt, and a tight, cream silk blouse with prominent princess seams that set off her large bust nicely.  She was an image of Nordic beauty, and the most statuesque girl I'd even seen looking so anxious.

My own outfit was designed to call as much attention to my body as it could while simultaneously making all my goodies seem unreachable.  I work tight cargo pants which I knew hung nicely on my ass, but whose mass of pockets also made me look protected.  I wore no socks, but rather than sandals I had canvas deck shoes on.  And on top?  An olive green khaki safari shirt which allowed my round tits to stand proud and emphasized my waistline, but kept everything nicely packaged and unattainable.  Hard to get.

"Hey, Beth, how are you?" I asked, folding myself casually into a padded chair opposite hers.  I watched as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs.  I made no effort to disguise my admiration of either her shape or the way she moved.

"Okay," she said with a flat expression on her pretty face.

"You alright?  Sleep okay?"

She grimaced.  "No, I slept horrible."

"How come?"

"Just thinking about... just thinking, that's all."

My next move was embarrassingly clumsy.  "I was thinking, too, hon, thinking about what we were talking about yesterday."

"God, Allison so was I," Beth admitted, blushing.  "I was so tense all night."

"Anything I can do to help?"  I wanted to shoot myself, the lines were coming out so bad.

Breathlessly, Beth answered and tried to force a laugh. "Take me home and sandwich my body between yours and Eric’s."

"Three o'clock this afternoon sound okay?"

Beth was silent.  I was silent.  Then she said, "Um, what?"

"Three o'clock okay?"  My heart was pounding.

"You're not serious!" she objected, biting her lower lip.

"I'll show you how serious I am," I told her, reaching across and taking her hand in mind.  I rose and walked towards the bathroom, leading her by the hand.  

"What are you doing?" she asked in a tense whisper.

"Showing you I'm serious," I pledged.

When we got in the bathroom I didn't even try to arrange for any privacy, I just took my friend's hand and slipped it down inside the front of my cargo pants, pressing her long, pretty fingers into the grey velvet bikini panties I wore, letting her feel my warmth and moisture.  I looked at the shock in her eyes and decided to capitalize on it.  I unzipped my cargos and let her see her hand on me. Taking hold of her hand again, I used it to stroke up and down.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." I groaned loudly.  

After a few moments, I removed her hand and zipped back up.  "Three o'clock okay?"

"Yes..." she whispered.  

I jumped up and put my arms around her neck, placing a wet kiss on her lips.  "I can't wait," I groaned.

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When three o'clock rolled around finally, Eric and I were at home.  I was in the same clothes I'd been in, waiting in the living room. Eric was upstairs, naked in bed, stroking himself in delirious anticipation of what was to come.  When Beth arrived, it was like a surreal dream.   I opened the door for her, wrapped an arm around her wait, reached up to touch her cheek with my other hand, and then kissed her lips, softly.  I then glided back to an easy chair, sunk in, and waited for her to make a move.

Absurdly, Beth simply started to undress right there in the living room, slowly pulling off each article and laying it gently on the floor.  She unbuttoned her blouse first, sliding it delicately off.  Then she unfastened and stepped out of her skirt, walking just a bit closer to where I sat.

"I want you to know," the tall, blond beauty said, standing before me in a red satin bra and matching thong with hip-ties, "that I'm not a lesbian and I'm not bi.  I just think this sounds like fun, and I can't get it out of my mind."

I sank to the floor and crawled toward her,  fully dressed.  When I was on hands in knees in front of her, I gazed up and breathed in deeply. I could smell her arousal, a spicy tang that reached a place deep inside me that I had never before known.  

"I want you to know," I said, reaching up and pulling loose one of the ties on her thong, "that I am definitely bisexual."  I undid the other tie, and her thong  fell to the floor between her legs.  I placed one hand on each hip and slowly started to pull her muff towards me.  "And I've never done anything about it before, but I can't get you out of my mind."

I slowly rose towards her as I continued to lower her towards me.  When my open, panting mouth met her steaming hot bush it was electric.  I'd never tasted or felt another woman before, but it was magic that surged through my bones.  That first contact was a little sloppy.  I just started munching on her with my firm, pliable lips.  Feeling the way her warm labia moistened and parted.  Tasting her, bit by bit -- first salty, than tangy, than bitter.  Her smell grew muskier and I buried my noise in the hairs of her pussy, smelling her and feeling the texture of her love nest.

"Oh god, Beth," I moaned into her cunt, raking her hips with my fingernails.  "Oh god."

I don't know how long we stayed like that, me eating her awkwardly  but more infatuated with her womanhood with every moment that passed, and her swaying in my hands, grunting and moaning with forbidden pleasure. "You whore's didn't wait for me," a voice said behind us.  Eric had come down stairs.

"Oh god," Beth yelped, seeing my boyfriend's naked glory.  Suddenly she was alive and in charge.  "Allison, take your clothes off."

And while I struggled to do that, my muscles weak with arousal and sex, my friend took her bra off and embraced my boyfriend.   She wrapped one arm around his neck, while she genty stroked his erection with her other hand.  Eric's mouth immediately found her large, shapely tits, and her nipples came to life for him.  Soon he had two fingers from his left hand shoved inside her pussy and his right hand was prying her ass cheeks apart, brutally massaging her soft, pale flesh.

"Oh fuck me, Eric," Beth demanded urgently.   "Fuck me hard!"

"You got it, bitch," he agreed, slamming her into the wall.  Their mouths met in a violent, noisy kiss.  Her legs spread for him and as he rubbed her tits with both hands, he rubbed her cunt up and down with his cock.  It was only a matter of seconds before he gave a great upward thrust and penetrated her.  My friend screamed with excitement as Eric worked in and out of her wet pussy.  He talked filthy to her, and this seemed to turn her on even more.

When I finally had my clothes off, I got behind them and started to nibble on Eric's tensed ass cheeks.  Sandwiched between two hot girls, my boyfriend wasn't going to last long.  Knowing this, he pulled out of Beth and turned, ramming his cock into my mouth.  He was sticky with precum and with Beth's juices. The smell was strong, the taste even stronger.  I almost gagged on the first few stroked into my mouth.  But I wanted more of Beth.  I wrapped a little hand around his erection and stroked fast while I sucked on the head of his cock.  Soon I felt it swell between my lips and then his shaft tensed inside my hand, and a moment later, he exploded.  I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue wildly in every direction, making my whole face a mess with his semen.

It was Beth’s turn to go down to her knees.  She took my head in her hands and started to kiss my face, sucking and licking my boyfriend's cum off me.  The feel of her warm mouth and her soft but strong tongue were unlike anything I'd ever experienced.   As she continued her wet work on my face, I reached in for her tits, and felt them for the first time.  Soft yet strong, firm yet delicate... I loved the feeling of them, and apparently I used my hands well, because Beth moaned and collapsed back against the wall.  Excited, I threw myself onto her, my mouth covering her tits with wet, awkward kisses.  My hand thrust between her legs and I searched for and found her clit. As I sucked on her nipples like a little girl nursing on a goddess, I tweaked the goddess's clit like nobody's business.

Beth yelped right up to the point of her orgasm, which was a quiet, shuddering explosion.  I loved the feeling of her breasts surrounding my face and I didn't want to move, but she shoved me onto my back, and wordlessly dived into my pussy.  She used her hands to pry my labia apart, and fluttered her tongue around inside me.  I screamed loudly and strained to look down at her, wanting to see her blonde hair spilling over my lap.  

Eric was having none of it, though.  He wanted to participate, and he muscled his way in without much resistance.  He kneeled over my face, gagging me with his monster cock.  As I gave him a sloppy, coughing blowjob, he pulled Beth around and lifted her pussy to his face.  We formed a perfect triangle.

When I came, I screamed again and bucked hard underneath them both, nearly unseating them.  Beth yelled at me -- "Don't you fucking break the chain, Allison!"  And I hummed my intent around Eric's erection.
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