Exit Pam, Enter... Beth??? My doorbell rang. "Who is it?" I asked the intercom. "It's Beth. Remember me? Crystal's roommate? I need to talk to you," came the electronically distorted voice. I let her in, wondering what was wrong. She looked around the foyer nervously. "I umm..." Beth began, then hesitated, leaving me cynically wondering if this was a generic county girl trait. "Is Crys here? I haven't seen her in a couple of days, not even at work," Beth asked. I said no, that I hadn't seen her since we'd broken up. I thought it odd that Beth would come over and ask me about her roommate; but maybe she no longer had my phone number. "Oh," Beth replied, sounding disappointed. She backed up a little, and stood in the doorway, as if she were afraid to come in. "I was -- in the neighborhood -- and just thought I'd ask." Now that was strange. It's true that there's a lot to do in my neighborhood, but even my friends don't just drop in if they're doing something in the neighborhood. Usually because they know if they're around long enough, they'll probably see me anyway. I looked at Beth, whose eyes are sparkling blue, bluer than Pam's. She was much more buxom and round than Pam, more zaftig than overweight. Her facial features were fairly sharp, distinctive in an attractive way. A forgotten feeling flashed through me. She fidgeted, still in the doorway. "So -- ummm... how are you doing?" Quickly blushing, she started to add, "I mean --" "I know what you mean. I'm doing -- OK. The band is fine, and it's been a long time since we've seen your face in the place," I kidded. "How's Cryssie?" The words escaped before I realized it. The question seemed to catch Beth off-guard, badly. She looked startled, although it could have just been the way her eyes reflected the light. After a pause, Beth replied, "OK, I guess." Another, longer pause. Beth seemed to be getting progressively uncomfortable. "But you don't wanna hear about that, I guess." Suspicion flared, and the forgotten feeling grew a little more persistent. I walked toward her. Beth hurriedly said, "I think I'd better go." Her feet didn't move. "OK." I got to the door, and turned the knob to the open position, but the door stayed shut. Beth's eyes locked with mine, and she fidgeted some more. Yes, she does have pretty eyes... My dick began to feel a little fuller. "I-I-I really -- havetogo," Beth exhaled. Common speech defect, I noted. Neither of us had moved. "I-i-it really wasn't such a good idea for me to come here again-" Again? My suspicion was on its way to being confirmed. I held my ground. "Please -- let me out," she pleaded; it was almost a whisper. When I moved to open the door, Beth's eyes widened, like a frightened doe's, and her nostrils flared. "Is that what you _really_ want, Beth?" I whispered as I slowly opened the door. She nodded frantically. I looked at her eyes again, and she glanced down quickly, looking at my crotch much longer than she had to. Beth's breathing was hoarse, labored, and her cheeks were a faint pink. "I don't think it is," I said quietly. "I don't think you came over here for Crystal. By the way, I'm holding the door open for you. You _can_ walk out. All you have to do is go." The bulge in my pants was noticeable; Beth's vulnerable appearance had stirred something primal in me. Her cheeks were turning pink, and the color was rising on her forehead. Beth opened her mouth, but no words came out. I shut the door, and placed my hands on either side of her, sealing off her exit. Almost inaudibly, she begged, "P-please." "Please yes, or please no?" I fixed her with a hungry stare. "I really think you're just curious. I know you watched us that night, Beth." Her horrified expression confirmed it. "You want me to do you like I did Cryssie? I bet that's what you want. You watched me play with her, and now you want me to play with you, isn't that right? Did you like what you saw when I fucked your friend up the ass? I bet you were wishing it was you." "N-n-n," Beth stuttered as she leaned forward just a little, ruby red lips parted slightly. I grabbed her and rammed my tongue into her mouth; it wasn't a kiss of passion; it was a kiss of possession. Beth's legs turned to jello, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my back, forcing her tongue into my mouth with maniacal enthusiasm. I pushed her against the wall, and we dry-humped each other ferociously, pelvises grinding, mouths and tongues fighting for ground. One of Beth's hands caressed my ass, and I broke the kiss; the redness in her face and around her neck was pronounced. She was panting as I pulled her away from the door and locked it. Beth slammed her mouth onto mine, her tongue thrashing madly. She pulled at my shirt, popping buttons in the process. The little round blonde was hot, in a scary sort of way. I felt that I had to take charge right then however, because that had worked with Crystal. "Lie down," I commanded between gulps of air. Beth obeyed in a hurry, undressing carelessly. I started to kiss her wonderfully soft and round body wherever my head happened to be pointed. She shuddered, and then I was on top of her, pushing my way into -- butter. Butter that had fingers, warm and slick. Beth's whole body had turned pink, and her nipples stood stiffly atop her full breasts. I pulled out slowly, to a long moan from Beth, and thrust violently back in with a grunt of my own. Beth matched me with a higher-pitched grunt as I slammed into her. This was pure, lust-driven sex. I would pull out slowly, and pound my way back in. Beth would answer each thrust with a soft grunt. I moved forward, sliding my cock along her ridge as slowly as I could under the circumstances. This started my orgasmic climb, but Beth wailed and shook crazily, the nerves in her body firing simultaneously. I slid back into her and she bucked with a yelp of joy, coming violently, thrusting her hips at me in her ecstasy. It had almost been too good for her, and her body tried actively to shake my orgasm loose. I pulled out, and shoved my cock in Beth's surprised mouth. "Suck it! Just like you saw Crystal do," I urgently hissed. I was not quite myself, the voice hard and with a nasty edge. Beth responded aggressively, her cheeks imploding, drawing my dick to the back of her mouth. I grabbed her head, and came forcefully. She tried to get away, but I held her head in place, and Beth could only swallow. "Swallow it, you horny county slut! Ohhh! Eat it like Crystal!" I growled and grunted in selfish release. Beth continued to suck and swallow until I was drained. That's when I let go of her head. Beth was in shock, staring blankly at me. A tear formed in her eye, and she sniffled. I kissed her, again for possession, not out of passion. Her body went limp, and her tongue gently probed my mouth. "Crys said -- you kiss after blow jobs," she said in an awestruck voice. She wiped at her eye and had stopped sniffling. Strange girl. "What else did she say?" I asked, sitting down. Actually, I was demanding that she tell me, still feeling very aggressive, and very much the predator to Beth's helpless prey. Beth swallowed aloud, seeming to forget completely her somewhat unwilling introduction to my cum. "She said that... that..." I looked at her disdainfully. "That you eat... pussy." Beth stumbled over the last sentence, as if the last word were unfamiliar to her. "And so?" I inquired haughtily. "We're not all alike," I defiantly said. "I'll do that to you, too. What else?" "I -- dunno. She used all kinds of dirty words to describe what you did to her. I-I can't remember," Beth stuttered. Selective amnesia, no doubt. I drew closer to her, violating her personal space, forcing her to feel my physical presence. "So you watched us that night." Beth's eyes widened again, filling with fear. It was one hell of an aphrodisiac. "Were you curious? You want me to fuck you as good as I fucked your roommate?" I put my hand on her thigh. Beth flinched, but didn't move away. I could feel the waves of fear emanating from her body; her submissive (to this point) acceptance of my control over her had started to make me hard again. "Yes or no, Beth. Do you want to feel like she felt, like you imagined her feeling? Do you want me to make you feel what you fantasized?" "N-n-n-no. I-I..." Beth's curiosity, combined with the forbidden fruit aspect of our coupling, made me a man she couldn't resist. I knew it, and I'm sure she did. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked in a small voice. "Why? I hope you don't think I'm done with you. That's a mistake. All you damn county girls are alike. Sex is something you do in the dark in exchange for money spent on a date," I snarled at her. I drew closer to her face, and she was clearly intimidated. My hostility toward Crystal had been abruptly transferred to Beth. "That makes you a whore, Beth." I looked down, and could see a faint rose begin to bloom on her chest. I touched her breast, raising goose flesh as my hand moved lightly across it, and her nipple popped out. The responsiveness of her body to my touch was nothing short of amazing. "Spread your legs." Beth looked confused. "I said, _spread your legs_," I commanded, and Beth meekly obeyed. "I'm gonna make you feel real good, little girl," I crooned. Beth watched in fascination as I spread her legs apart and traced my finger around her cunt. As soon as her eyes closed, I stopped. She was even more confused now, but her body was mine to play with, and I caressed her, avoiding all the obvious places. I stroked her body lightly, gently, constantly, listening to her breathe, and later, sigh. I returned to her upper inner thighs, and Beth wiggled, spreading her legs wider, but I pulled a very erect nipple into my mouth. "Ohhh! Nooo... not -- a-gaiiinnnnn," Beth moaned softly, her body giving up all remaining resistance. I used my tongue and teeth on her upper torso. Beth sat, legs spread, her back against the front door. She tried to slide down to her back, but I pinned her to the door. "Put... put... it _iiinnnn_," she complained. "Yes, again, Beth. I'm going to play with your pussy," I whispered. "Say 'pussy -- play with my pussy'," I quietly urged, giving her a teasing wet kiss before she could respond. I repeated the request, softer, without stopping my stimulation of her body. "Tell me, Beth. How much you want me to play with your..." "Pussy," she sighed sleepily as she finished my sentence. I whispered to her some more, urging her on. "Play... with my... my... _pussy_." Beth gasped as I complied with her request, a small tremor fleeing through her body. She was very wet now, and having trouble keeping her eyes open and focused. I carefully toyed with her, kissing her chest occasionally, watching her arch her back to speed contact each time I would lower my head. Beth's hips writhed slowly. "I'm going to finger fuck you now, Beth," I whispered, flicking my tongue across her earlobe. She only moaned, lost to the tension I had built within her. I pushed two fingers in, pumping slowly, and not going too deep. Beth was very tightly wound, and she was wrapped around (literally) my fingers. Beth gasped and moaned louder. I added a third finger to the two and Beth threw her head back against the door with a soft cry. I probed deeper, still slowly pumping at her. Her hips began to move counter to my fingers, and her breathing was very labored. "Fu-u-u-u-uck -- me-e-e-e-e..." Beth groaned, her body's tension echoed in her voice. I whispered some more obscenities to her. "Play with m-m-m-myyy pus-pusssseeee..." she replied. I began to massage her G-spot, simultaneously closing my thumb over the ridge and angry, red cherry that separated it from my palm. Beth snorted once and her hips jerked sharply towards the ceiling. She inhaled, a little cry coming from her open mouth, then grunted, bucking again. My fingers kept going, massaging the area that was overloading her senses. Her eyes were open, although far away. Beth's face was gloriously red, twisted into an expression of intense feeling, and I got hard watching her orgasm. This one was still going, because the "V' of my hand wobbled her clit each time she moved her hips. I just kept my massage going, making juices flow out of her, covering my hand, and filling the living room with Beth's intimate musk. I pulled my fingers out slowly, releasing my sex thrall. There was an audible slurping noise. Beth slumped against the door, eyes completely unfocused, dazed and sweating. Her chest was barely moving. I wasn't finished with her yet. I ran my sticky hand under her nose. "Smell that wonderful, powerful scent... Ye-e-e-es, Beth... You... It's allll you... _Taste_ your own sweetness, Beth," I purred seductively, holding my hand above her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, tentatively brushing my hand. I moved it a little higher. "Come on, Beth. You want it, you know you like it," and she strained forward, running her tongue lightly around my hand, then cleaning it, avidly sucking on my fingers. God, was I hard! I stroked her hair as her eyes began to come back into focus. "See what real sex is like? No money, no obligations, just intense, intimate pleasure," I continued to purr at her. She answered me with a kiss, her tongue making weak circles in my mouth. Time to drop the bomb. "Now that your curiosity has been taken care of, you can leave anytime you like. The door's unlocked," I said. Beth stood up at last, and began to dress, slowly, as if she were still dazed. "Wh-wh-what did you d-d-do to me?" Nonplussed, I corrected her. "The question is, what did I do _with_ you." "What about you?" What about me? Sex isn't an exchange of favors. I did what I did because I wanted to, and you let me," I replied. "Now you can go home, since I've satisfied your county curiosity." My cock ached, but I wasn't really in the mood to play any more with Beth. I figured that I could fantasize about Pam or Crystal and get off better by myself than with some stupid, "I've-never-done-it-with-a-black-guy-before" bimbo. I ignored Beth, but I could sense her confusion as she dressed in silence. Beth quietly closed the door without a word when she left.