David Ingram - Hot pants bride

"Two cocks are better than one," she said, slumping, heavily against Carson's shoulder.

He put his hand on her head and slowly pushed her down. When her face was inches from his cock, he whispered, "Suck it, Beth."

She focused on the end of his prick. The hole was open and watery stuff was seeping out. It hadn't been so bad, but it was a good thing she was drunk. It was good that Andy was working late, too. It was already dark outside. Maybe she should have sucked Doc's prick and not made him do it the way he did. She moved her head the last inch and kissed Carson's cock.

"Suck it," he whispered.

She let her lips close around the end, tasted the salty ooze, then let the whole head in. And then she was sucking, sucking hungrily. It was good.

"Ahhhhh," Carson moaned. "Suck it, honey, make me cum."

It felt so smooth in her mouth, and so alive. It throbbed and swelled fatter, completely filling her mouth. She liked it. She could feel the excitement growing in her belly. She wanted him to cum, to fill her mouth, to swallow the stuff.

She felt Doc's hands on her cunt and moving her legs apart. Two fat, wonderful fingers found her hole and pushed up inside. She was so hot, so close to getting there. Goddamn, she was really sucking a man's cock while another finger fucked her. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful… and she was coming, coming hard.

The cock in her mouth thickened and started to belch. The first wad was hot on her tongue and she swallowed. Carson's jizz had a smokey flavor, better than Doc's. She sucked hard, wanting more. She got a thick spurt and sucked hard, wanting more before swallowing. It was better if there was more. The longer she sucked, the longer her orgasm lasted.

She felt Carson pull away, and his now rubbery cock plop from her mouth. Everything was fuzzy, but she knew she was on the floor and Doc was on top of her. She didn't care because his cock was in her all the way. She lifted up and wrapped her legs over his back. It felt good in there. It was so big and so long and in so deep. She hoped he would last a long time.

She didn't remember how it all happened, but she had made it twice for sure, maybe a third time and then Doc was straddling her head again and she was sucking his prick. He was all slimy and she licked him and sucked him until he was coming in her mouth. For the third time she swallowed a man's load, relished it, sucked for more.

The rest of the evening was a blur. She vaguely remembered going back to the bedroom and lying on top of Carson, feeling his bone push in and go deep. It was hard, real hard for his third time, and she remembered coming. God, yes, coming and coming and coming. From then on it was one big blank.

She didn't remember getting dressed, or Doc taking her home, or Doc putting her to bed. She remembered nothing until the next morning when she awakened nude in her own bed with a severe headache and a foul taste in her mouth. It was either from cock sucking or excessive drinking and she suspected the drinking. Andy had already gone to work. She was afraid that Andy knew what had happened and was angry, or worse.

Actually, Andy wasn't angry, he was afraid Beth was. He arrived home quite late, thirty minutes after Beth to be exact, and, was just drunk enough himself not to realize that she was one stewed broad. He couldn't have smelled booze on her breath if she'd blown it on him through a funnel.

He had worked until almost nine and then picked up Babs at a movie theatre. They went to motel. Babs had sucked him to full erection and then let him fuck her. It had been great, just great, but not as great as he had imagined it would be. Babs was good, but damnit, not as good as Beth. Maybe it was all in experience, but her cunt didn't seem to wrap around the old cock and suck the shit out of it like Beth's did.

In a bar afterwards, where he had gone after taking Babs home for the purpose of drowning his guilt feelings, he reflected on the situation and realized it wasn't experience at all because Babs had been fucking longer than her older sister. From what she had told him, she had all the experience necessary to be a pro. It had to be natural ability. Beth genuinely enjoyed having her slot reamed. He wasn't sure Babs did.

He worried the whole day, worried himself sick until he got home that night and found Beth in a jubilant mood, hot to trot and eager to fuck.

God, she was good. Experience didn't mean shit. She was an outstanding lay because she loved it. If she got any better, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He fucked her twice that night, and she still seemed to want more.

Beth's perspective changed when she was sober and not possessed with the hots. She knew she had done wrong, cheated again, and this time with two men at once. It had been a thrilling experience and it made her tingle just to think about it, but she had to control her urges, not let her cunt be her master. Doc wanted her to be a party girl and made no bones about it now. He had dozens of influential clients who required the services of young, attractive women. And she could make a lot of dough while she had fun, too. She got a two hundred dollar bonus for her evening with Carson. She took the money, but insisted that it was the first and last time. Doc knew better.

Beth kept her vow of fidelity for over a week thanks mostly to her period, which surprised her when it arrived because she was sure she must be pregnant.

It had been nine days since she was fucked and she was ready. She arrived home at the same time as Andy, only he wasn't alone. He was with his boss, Maxie something-or-other. Andy got out of his boss' car and came over and opened her door.

"Hi, honey," he said. "My Goddamn car blew a head gasket on the way to work and I had to have it towed to the shop. The boss was good enough to give me a lift home."

Max came over to her car. She hadn't met him and he wasn't anything like she'd imagined, especially from all the praise Andy had piled on his shoulders. He was short, maybe five two or three, fat, completely bald, an ugly little man. His teeth were crooked and had large gaps, making him look kind of stupid when he grinned. He wasn't stupid, though. He was one smart dude, Andy had said so.

"Hi, Mr., uh…" She hesitated, not wanting to mispronounce his name.

"Call me Maxie, Fat Maxie," he said, grinning. "I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Miller."

Beth thought it strange he would call her Mrs. Miller. He was twice her age. She took his arm. "Come in and have a drink, Maxie. You deserve a reward for bringing my old man home."

He giggled and let her lead him to the house.

She kind of liked him. He was cute, in a way. He wasn't much older than Doc, but looked quite a bit older, and he wasn't beautiful like Doc. He was nice, though, and she could see he was taken with her. Beth thoroughly enjoyed being appreciated, especially by men.

Beth made the drinks, and made them strong. She sat on the couch beside her husband and crossed her magnificent legs. Maxie was shy and tried to avoid looking at her exposed thighs, but couldn't help sneaking quick looks. Beth knew he was enjoying the view and it made her tingle.

They quickly destroyed two rounds and it was obvious that they were affecting Andy more than anyone else. He got silly almost immediately. She insisted they have another and made Andy's extra strong.

When she sat back down, she made sure she showed plenty of skin. Maxie was obviously embarrassed so Beth decided not to get too brazen, just tease the funny little man, get him hot and bothered.

"Drink up," she said.

"Jesus, Beth, I'm getting smashed. I can hardly see," Andy said, and drained his glass.

She got up and made him another. She turned to Maxie. "Ready yet?" she asked.

"Not quite." He held up his glass. It was almost empty.