Bad Beth and Beyond

"It's complicated." People might say that when they don't want to explain their actions or acknowledge their motives. But sometimes it really is just complicated.

Am I a good person? Well, 'person' contains multitudes: woman, mother, wife, student... Overall, I don't think I'm a bad person. I'm a good citizen, a good neighbor, a good friend. A good fuck.

But I am not a good wife. So, complicated.

My name is Beth, short for Bethany. At five-seven I'm tallish for my weight. You could be excused for thinking skinny until you see me naked, and if you're a guy on the make your chances of that are excellent. I can't say I've tallied them all, but my 'number' is into double digits, maybe triple one day. Sometimes I count by twos. I love sex, especially with men, and variety is my spice.

I'm 28 years old and just hitting my stride. I'm striking, not beautiful, with a slight natural curl to my dark coppery hair. My complexion, I'm told, is classic Hibernian dairy maid -- pale is putting it mildly. My gold-green eyes hold a mixture of mystery and mischief, and need almost no makeup. I dress well even on my wildest days and nights. Many men love the contrast of a classy woman who fucks with abandon. And with a band on.

Not an excuse, but Don, my husband of seven years (no kids), is a very busy attorney. If it isn't court or the office or traveling to conferences, it's clients at golf or his Club. Lawyer jokes, don't get me started.

Don gets as much of me as he can handle. I will never say no and I'm as enthusiastic and generous with him as with anyone. But quick Sunday humps just don't cut it. So I find my cocks where I can and put them where I want. I've fucked vicars and thieves and jockeys and cops, in cars, closets, penthouses and one-night cheap hotels. I am a bad wife.

Does Don know? No, and if luck and planning hold, he never will. If that changes, I'll be sure to write about it. From exile. Meanwhile, here are some selected scenes from my sex life so far.

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High School Confidential

"Jeez, Beth, could you be any more Irish? I guess if I was as white as you I'd stay in the shade too." My friend Amy, ragging on me as usual. Damn her honey-colored skin. She could tan under a streetlight. Me, I never tan. I go right from porcelain to freckled lobster, not a good look. SPF 1000 lotion wouldn't help.

This was about a dozen years ago, in the languid summer before senior year. I was still a virgin. Well, a cock virgin. I'd lost my cherry on a friend's vibe at a sleepover. I knew how to get my orgasms, and I'd given a few hand jobs and backseat blowjobs. Except for the not-yet-fucking part, I guess I was a typical late-teen girl.

But I was a girl with a laptop, and sex was everywhere on the internet. It's just... learning about sex from internet porn is like learning to drive by playing GTA. It rhymes with reality, but you learn the wrong lessons. Some of those lessons involve race, size, and butt sex. Almost none of what you see in online porn is reasonably true. For one, there are no smells on the web.

Our crowd didn't date much, mostly just hung out. Amy's parents were away for a month. They trusted her to tend the pool and the pets and generally be responsible. She mostly was, except for the running pool party with a rotating cast of dozens. Including me, on a mission to get laid. Amy was way ahead of me there -- I didn't know the half of what she was into.

"No kidding, Ames, ten minutes and I'm peeling all summer." I took the joint she offered and topped up my buzz. "I have to pee. Too much cerveza."

"I don't even know why you wear that tiny bikini, you should go full Arab lady. Though we'd miss the view. Especially Brian, he's been staring all day." That would be Brian Oakes, top jock, and the ogling was mutual. I just hid it better. Brian was one of the boys we'd jacked off in the back of the gym last fall. Well, they had won the big game. So I knew enough about his dick to consider him for my first real sex. Word was he knew his way around a girl's body.

"Fuck it, I have to hit the john. I guess I'll survive ten sunny steps." Amy had tried to keep the house off limits but people did have to piss, and who wants to play policeman? Within a day the party had oozed its way into the kitchen and oops, pretty soon you'd find a bedroom door closed for half an hour or so. I said we didn't date. Nothing about hooking up.

I squeezed through a wall of flesh toward the bathroom. So what if I brushed a bulge or two on the way? They felt me up too, fair is fair, and it got me even hornier.

I took care of business, washing front and back, fluffing the bush and checking that no strays escaped the 'kini line. On the way back that wall of bodies turned solid as Brian blocked the way.

"Hey, you finally came out of the... shade. Hold up, I have something you need." He placed a joint in my hand, and, wait for it, my hand on his joint. Crude, sure, but it was the invitation I'd been hoping for. We worked our way to a back bedroom, locked the door, and locked lips.

It didn't take long to get naked with only three strips of cloth between us. I went first, dragging his skimpy suit over the cock I remembered. Not yet firm, like a warm gorgonzola, it was just right for a new girl like me. I've never been into size -- I mean sure, I enjoy a big one, but they all fit. Then it was off with my suit before I could change my mind.

"Damn, girl, you should never cover these up." I know he'd seen tits before, but he acted like he'd just discovered ice cream. He cupped and stroked and licked, making me instantly wet. I have sensitive nipples, and having them tweaked by someone else is off-the-chain better than doing it myself.

It took maybe 3 heartbeats for his cock to bonify. It was on. He lightly urged me back onto the bed and, god bless him, started to tongue my furry slit (just a strip these days) and finger me slowly. I came in about a minute. This was the nipples times ten -- yes I can please myself, but oh boy is a strange mouth better than a familiar hand. And there was a hard cock waiting. Great warmup. I gave him a lick but he wanted the puss.

"You good with this? Do I need a condom?" Nice of him to ask. I'd been on the pill for a couple of years so no worries there. I bit my lip and gave a quick shake no. I didn't trust my voice. I scooted up a little and he loomed over me, fishing for my entrance. The random friction against my sensitized clit had me twitching and jerking.

"Whoa, babe, if I can't find it I can't fuck it."

He finally hit the mark and started in. I could feel every ridge as he pushed aside my slippery walls. I should have been nervous but all I felt was hot. I was getting laid at last. I said the words I'd been rehearsing for years: "Fuck me! Oh god fuck me!"

I couldn't have wished for a better first time. He used restraint, pumping slowly to start, then up by notches, just fast and smooth enough to build me up to my first climax on a dick. And again, and again until he couldn't help but let loose too. I clamped him in place as he jetted twice, then pulled out to spit the rest onto my fiery bush. I remember thinking cornily that I was now a woman.

"That was amazing. Thank you," one of us said. I believe Brian was surprised that it was so good for us both. I felt very close to him, warmed by intimacy and ready to snuggle. Surely he felt the same.

The other of us said, "So hey, great fuck. Your first, really? Oh, man I gotta piss. B-R-B for round 2." Ah, romance. He tugged on his trunks, unlatched the door, and slipped out.

While we'd been at it we'd heard the doorknob rattle a few times as other couples sought some privacy. Brian said he'd be right back so I thought nothing of it when the door opened. I was a little fuck-fuzzy, drifting with eyes closed, splayed open to expose my spunk-spattered pubes. And I didn't stir when I felt a weight shift onto the bed. But then another weight eased onto the other side of the mattress.

And so my day of firsts was not over.

"Wow, that's quite a picture, Beth. Your bush looks like whipped cream on strawberries." I jerked up and my eyes flew open to find Amy leaning close to my vee. "Welcome to the club, honey. Took you long enough. I've been ready for you forever. So, I'ma get this treat before it goes crusty."

Before I could object she started to lick Brian's semen off my hairy puss, then delved deeper to find the rest. This was a side of Amy I'd never seen. I knew she was, I guess 'adventurous', but not like this.

It was too strange to feel good. At first. These days I know plenty of guys who give great head, and I'd just had Brian show his skills, but it was a revelation to find how well a woman knows another woman's stuff. She had me moaning in seconds, on the edge of coming in minutes. Another line crossed, but not for the last time.

Of course you remember the other weight on the bed. Surprise, it wasn't Brian, it was Amy's current boy toy Chaz. He briefly licked and sucked my nipples, which I could have used more of, then raised up, stripping off his trunks to show a nice stiff cock. He reached out to stroke Amy's back, unhooking her top as he went, then slid her bottoms down and off.

He positioned himself behind her and said simply, "Spread a little, bae." She did. He nuzzled and nibbled at her shaved crotch until she was squirming as she ate me, then eased his cock into her juiced-up cunt.

His thrusts into her defined her licks into me. We were an extended sex engine powered by a hot and horny guy I barely knew. It all happened so quickly I'd had no time to decide anything, no thought for Brian. Until, inevitably, the door opened again and I heard an explosive "What the fuck! Dude, what the fuck!"

It must have been quite a shock. He'd left a well-fucked and dreamy recent ex-virgin lying on the bed, and returned to a mini-orgy. He had one more "What the fuck!" in him before he mentally sorted things out and switched to "Holy shit!" He cupped one of Amy's dangling tits and got a muff-muffled groan of encouragement. He slipped off his trunks again and was fully hard by the time he'd made his way onto the big king bed next to Chaz.

"Shift it, Chuckie." And shift he did, yielding his place behind Amy. Brian slipped in and found a rhythm Amy liked. She wasn't fazed at all by the change of cocks. She'd had this one before. Chaz was at loose ends from his interrupted fuck, his still-stiff dick bouncing as he shuffled to the side.

I wanted that cock, wanted the juices Amy had left on it. "Let me suck it, Chaz. Scoot up here and let me suck your cock." Just saying it out loud in front of everyone got me even hotter. He hesitated. I think he wanted to study his options. He ducked under Amy to get at her tits, but it was awkward and it didn't involve his dick, so I got him in my mouth soon enough. This was something I knew about. I tasted Amy on him.

Brian was getting to the frantic point, almost losing control. Chaz wasn't far behind. Amy's tonguing had become erratic, so she was in the same boat (the one with the little man).

I'm not clear on the order but I think it was Amy, Brian, me, Chaz. Fuck, it doesn't matter. I got a load of semen on my face. Amy had whipped around to receive a similar blast from Brian. She turned back to mash her load into mine with a deep kiss, and the boys whooped a grinning high-five.

That's how it all began. I couldn't have known then those two hours would establish the course of my sexual life, but I knew I'd lost more than just my simple virginity. I was a complete fucking person. And my friend Amy had a huge lead on me.

I could regale you all day with scenes from the blur of debauchery that followed that afternoon by the pool, but maybe it's easier if I just pick a few examples. I'll start in college.

Once I'd broken out in high school I was a bit of a sex maniac. But living at home meant fewer and less comfortable opportunities. Moving to a dorm changed that. I went to a big college a few states away, where I didn't know anyone and no one knew what an easy fuck I'd been for the last year. For a while I saw it as a chance to slow down and play it straight. But it turned out I craved a steady diet of cock. My dormie and I, like many before us, worked out 'shared exclusive' use of the room when it mattered. I used the privilege way more than she did.

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Chalk and Charcoal

"I think we're from opposite sides of the moon." That was the first thing George said to me. It took a second to figure out what he meant. "Look at us," he said, laying his arm alongside mine on the bar. And for sure the contrast was striking, me with a brightness of 100 and him somewhere down near 0. George is why we use a capital 'B' for Black. Short tight dreads completed the look.

"I guess our babies will be a nice cocoa," he said with a grin. It was a good line, one I'm sure he'd used before, putting the idea of sex into the conversation as soon as possible.

I'd had no chance to sample anything other than pale genitals in our lily-white suburb, nothing that would prepare me for the melting pot of a college town. No prejudices, really, I'd just never had much contact with anyone who wasn't my color. Well, sure, almost no one was my color, but you know what I mean.

George changed that for good. I guess it was at a frat mixer? I went to a fair number of parties, where I picked up a fair number of guys. But, just luck I guess, never a Black guy.

I threw it right back at him. "We can't have our cocoa babies unless we have sex. It's basic biology. But right now I only know one thing about you and it isn't your name. I wouldn't know what to call the kids."

"Hey sorry, I'm George and you're the beautiful...?"

"Call me Beth. OK, you're very Black and I'm very white. Is that enough to set us off on a baby-making journey? Or should you buy me a drink and invite me over to meet your friends?" I'd seen him at a table with a couple of other guys, clearly interested in the redheaded demon in the hot outfit. George was here on a bet, I bet, so I called and raised.

I am a bit of a mischief maker, always willing to push a little beyond the polite and expected. As we sat down with his friends I decided to live up to my own legend. George introduced Jerome and Hakeem. Jerome had a bookish, bespectacled look, and Hakeem's six-six frame just shouted b-ball.

"Hi guys. George says he wants to make babies with me. Is that a good idea? I mean, you know him better than I do, would he be a good daddy?"

Cue a spit take from Jerome. "Damn, you brassy. You asking if he knows how? Well, he knows the moves, I've seen him in action. But maybe he ain't got the best babymaker in the room, you feel me? I make a claim on that score."

Not to be outdone, Hakeem piped up. "Hey, we all have qualifications. If it's a contest, I'm in the running. Can't give you references, you understand, I never tell, but no complaints, no complaints."

Moving pretty fast, but still light and casual. But I was here tonight to get laid, not just listen to three guys top each other. Time to up the game. In the back of my mind was the Big Question about Black dicks. Of course I'd seen them in porn, but porn selects for big dicks so that's no gauge.

"So, you're each saying you have the biggest dick at the table?"

George cut in. "One of us must, Beth, but you know biggest doesn't mean best, right? I can tell you've seen a few, so you know it's about the whole man. Cock's only part of it."

He was right, of course, about all of it. I'd handled a fair number of dicks and the correlation often went the other way. Guys with big ones, and there aren't very many, tend to rely on size. They can disappoint overall. On the other hand, when used right a big dick is a pleasure all its own. The longer and bolder we flirted, the more I wanted one.

"Well, we won't settle this here, guys. George, you had the balls to hit on me, so you win. Let's leave your friends to their drinking and bragging and find a quiet place to get acquainted."

I took his hand -- so dark, so bright -- and slipped off the stool. I was excited and intrigued again by the contrast. I hoped to find out more soon. As we headed for the exit he turned to his pals and said, "See you at breakfast."

I texted my dormie that the place was all hers for the night.

George had a typical college space, a room in a house he shared with his two pals. Wasting no time, he pulled me into a hot kiss and I knew this would be a new experience. Not being racist here, but his lips were undeniably different from the stingy pads on most white guys. And bless me, all I could think of was how they'd feel when he got to my pussy.

It didn't take long to find out. Our clothes lay in a jumble by his bed. The novelty of the skin tones faded as my eyes closed and he slowly worked his way down my body, giving licks and sucks to my ears, neck, nipples, innie and through my sparse strawberry strip to the land of honey. By the time he got to my clit I was grasping his head and wriggling for the best contact.

Man, could he eat a peach. Turns out his lips were meh, but his tongue, oh my god. He had one of those that could knot a cherry stem, and he tied my clit with it. I almost didn't want to stop him so we could fuck. I forgot all that when he got me off, to this day one of the hottest oral times I've ever had. As I lay panting in the afterglow, he shifted so I could try my lips on him.

Two things stood out (yeah, ha ha). His cock wasn't the enormous club I'd been led to expect, but it was respectable, and very, very black. I took it in my hands to inspect it better, dipping my mouth over the head and splitting the eye with my tongue. I wasn't surprised that the inside was as pink as any pussy. It's true: whatever the outer shell, we're the same on the inside. I tongued his asshole open just to confirm. You know, in the interest of science.

I'd been giving head for years, so I knew how to get George off. I had no trouble letting him in far enough to hit his hot spot. As he groaned and tried to thrust deeper I was of two minds. On the one hand, I wanted to suck the power out of him, feel him surrender his essence to my skills. But I also really wanted to fuck him, and soon, so I couldn't drain him too much. What to do?

Well, shit, I wanted both. So I went to town on his dick and prayed for a quick recovery. I teased and sucked and licked and stroked that thick Black pole until he couldn't continue. He grabbed my head and went rigid, pumping jizz into my mouth like it was a cunt. I swallowed, of course.

"Holy fuck, Beth, no one has ever blown me like that. Wow. You want a full-time job just let me know. If we could bottle that it'd sell for more than a fifth of Pappy. Jesus. Oh, girl you wiped me out. I don't think I'll be able to fuck you like you deserve. Oh."

I played with his dick as it dwindled. It didn't shrink as much as I expected, the whole 'grow-er/show-er' thing I guess. "Just take a breather, George, we have hours left. I'll grab a couple of beers and find snacks, build you back up. You _will_ fuck me."

Without a care I hopped naked off the bed and went to find the kitchen. As soon as I shut the door I realized what I'd forgotten -- roommates, back from the club. Jerome and Hakeem looked up from their game just as I reached the fridge. I can't say I was mortified, or that they were scandalized, but it was a little awkward. I decided to brazen it out. I'd been naked in public before, right?

"Oh hi guys. Just looking for a couple of beers while we take a break. You got any, like, Corona? Some limes?"

I've never gotten quicker service. They scrambled to open the cooler, their dark eyes never leaving my pale frame. They kept their hands to themselves, but boners were tenting their loose workout gear. I took the offered beers, grabbed a bag of Doritos, and let myself brush against their bulges. Visions of a gang bang visited me briefly, but back then I wasn't ready for that. I gave a parting twitch of my slim ass as I returned to George, even hotter now and feeling very naughty. Now I look back on it as a missed opportunity.