Ellen's breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed.Ellen's breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed. As I watched the unbelievable scene developing before me, I stroked my cock harder beneath the towel. "AHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Beth cried as a searing pain lit into her backside. "Not that hard!" "I'll decide how hard!" exclaimed Ellen, her brow furrowed. At that moment, Bill, Ellen's husband, came down the ladder from the loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. "What's going on? You guys woke me up." He was wearing only boxer shorts. Ellen looked up at him. "Sit and watch, if you like. You may not approve, but I'm giving Beth a first hand look at a new adventure, no pun intended," she said with a wry smile. Bill looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand conspicuously beneath it, then back at Beth's spread legs and her gorgeous reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his wife's behavior. "From time to time she likes to get on the wild side," he said to no one in particular. "Sit down and watch, if you want," said Ellen. Beth hadn't bargained for more audience. She closed her legs, tightly, not desiring to give Bill the same free show she had been giving me. Ellen recognized her reluctance immediately. Instead of ordering her to open up and display her treasures, however, she merely began massaging Beth's recently spanked ass cheeks with slowly kneading fingers, working the flesh beneath her fingers like putty. She seemed to know exactly what to do to soothe Beth's obvious humiliation, leaning forward at the waist and continuing the massage along the backs of Beth's delicately textured thighs. She kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of Beth's legs with a smooth precision. "That feels nice," Beth sighed, coming out of her stupor. Purposely, Ellen's massaging fingers curled around Beth's lower ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds, opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud. |