David Ingram - Hot pants bride

"Sure you are," Beth said. She came over and took his glass, letting her hand rest on his for a moment.

"Let's see, Andy said you are married. Right?"

"Yes. And we have two girls."

"Wonderful. What's she like? Your wife."

"She's short and fat, like me. So's the girls. We're all kind of funny looking."

"Don't put yourself down, Maxie. It's not true."

"Come on, Mrs. Miller, I'm not attractive… to women, never have been. I don't kid myself."

She brought his glass back and handed it to him, touching his hand again. "Mrs. Miller sounds so stuffy. Call me Beth, or better, honey."

Maxie blushed.

Andy had his head back, his eyes half closed. He groaned.

Beth went and sat down beside him. Her skirt was above mid-thigh. "Finish your drink, Andy. Don't be a party pooper." She picked up his glass and put it to his lips. "Come on now, take a little drinkie." She giggled, tipped up the glass. He took a sip, coughed, took another. She kept up until he had drained the glass. "That's a good boy," she said.

She looked at Maxie, saw his eyes dart up from her hemline, and smiled. She let her own eyes drop to his crotch. His belly hid most of it, but his pants were tight around his thick thighs and his cock bulged big in his pantsleg. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, making them shine. It was obvious. Maxie had a humdinger of a hard-on, and his cock was thick, just like the rest of him.

"I'm afraid Andy can't hold his liquor tonight," she said. "He usually does better than this."

Andy was slumped, his chin resting heavily on his chest.

"I think you need one more, Maxie… honey," she said.

Maxie didn't object this time. He handed her his glass.

She made him another, not too strong, didn't want him passing out, too. She was aware of his hungry eyes. Her pussy tingled with excitement. It was fun to excite a man, even if nothing was intended. She brought him his drink then sat on his lap. She put one arm around his neck.

"Is that about right?" she asked.

He took a sip. "Perfect," he answered.

She felt his hand go around her waist.

"Won't Andy object if you sit on my lap?"

"He's passed out." She put her other arm around his neck. "He won't know I'm sitting on your lap."

She felt his cock against her ass. God, it's big, she thought. She leaned her face close to his. "He's out cold and won't know anything that happens," she whispered.

The fat little man's hand tightened around her waist as he kissed her. His lips were thick and his mouth open. She tightened her grip around his neck and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. "I liked that. Put your drink down and do it right," she said.

He put his drink on the floor and put both arms around her, one of his hands pressing over her tit.

"My nipples get so hard when I kiss," Beth said, and put her mouth over his.

She didn't need to tell Maxie. He could feel the hard knob against his palm.

"You can probably feel it," she said. "I'm not wearing a bra. I usually don't."

Maxie kissed her hard, his fit cock throbbing against her butt. He knew she could feel it. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, not with a choice cunt like Beth Miller, and he wasn't going to let it get away from him. Oh, he fucked his secretary regularly, but she was a dog, and much too thin. He'd screwed his best friend's wife, once, at a party when they were both drunk, and he knew a couple of pros who were young and attractive who took special care with him when he had the hots and was in town. And he even fucked his wife once a week, but she didn't really dig it anymore. And last week, just last week, while the old lady had taken the youngest shopping he'd fucked the oldest. She was seventeen and ripe as a plump tomato. She told him she'd wanted him to do it to her for a long time. She also told him she was virgin, which she wasn't. His thick pole had gone in too easy and too far. He'd lost control and cum inside her, too. He'd sworn that he would never do it again, but he knew he would, and he'd screw the other one in a year or two. He knew it deep down.

He opened a couple of buttons and slipped his hand inside her blouse. Jesus, what tits. He really liked Andy, but he was only human – and if Andy had a loose wife with the hots… well, that was Andy's problem.

He felt the nipples get harder under his thumb and finger. She was squirming on his lap, on his thrusting prick. They kissed wetly, tongues in action.

"Kiss them, Max, kiss my nipples," she moaned. Maxie got the rest of her blouse open and put his lips over one fat nipple. She tasted sweet, the hard nipple bulging in his mouth.

"Ooooooh, Max, darling… that feels nice," she groaned. She held his face tight.

Maxie sucked until the nipple was as hard as a Greek olive, then moved to the other. He felt her knee and slowly pushed his hand up her smooth thigh, bunching her skirt as he went. Her legs opened slowly as his hand advanced. He felt the wet hair, then the puffed lips of her cunt.

"You don't wear underpants either?" he said, rising from her nipple.

"Andy likes me naked under my dress. Makes it easier when he comes home and wants to fuck me on the couch. Andy likes to fuck me on the couch."

"He should," Maxie groaned.

"Would you like to fuck me on the couch?"

She jumped from his lap before he could answer.

"Stay there. Don't move. I'll come back," she said. She went over to where Andy was slumped on the couch. She kneeled in front of him and reached for his fly. "Watch," she said.

She slowly pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand inside. When she brought if out, she had his cock. Andy groaned and his head fell back against the couch. She held his cock between her thumb and forefinger and slowly masturbated him. It grew slowly, steadily, until it stood long and hard.

"Take yours out, Max," she hissed. "Let me see it."

Maxie had lost all inhibitions and quickly reached for his fly. He had to stand to get it out, and even then it was a struggle. It was rock hard, circumcised, and thick as a ball bat. He proudly thrust it out, then sat back down.

"Oh, Max, its bigger than Andy's," Beth cried.

Actually, it was shorter than Andy's, but much, much fatter.

"I like it when they're bigger than Andy's, makes me cum harder."

She continued masturbating Andy until the clear ooze had his cock head wet and shiny. She bent her head and kissed the knob, making sure she got all the salty goo. She liked that.

"I won't suck his cock, Max. He wants me to, but I won't."

She got to her feet and stood in front of Maxie and dropped her skirt. It slid down her legs and lay in a crumpled heap at her feet. She stepped out, arching her well-furred cunt forward.

"I'll suck yours, though," she said.

Maxie grinned up at her. "Suck it then," he said. Even his high priced whores weren't this eager to get his prick in their mouths.

"I want to get it wet first," she said, and came down on his lap, her legs folded beside his hips. "Can we get it in this way?"

She didn't wait for his answer, but eased down until his cock was pressing at her crotch. "Reach down and start it in, honey."

Maxie reached down and nuzzled the thick glans between her cunt lips. His fat belly was a decided disadvantage and his cock wasn't all that long. Still the fat head pried open her lips and started in.

"Oh, my God, it's so thick," she cried, pushing down, trying to get more.

It spread her cunt wide, and she gasped with pleasure when the wide ridge popped inside. She hunched and got maybe an inch of his shaft, but could go no deeper. She leaned heavily against his chest.

"Lift up, try to get more in," she grunted. "Get it good and wet, all sloppy and sticky. It's too big to go in my mouth unless it's slick. Oh, Goddamn, Max, it feels so good in there I don't want to take it out."