David Ingram - Hot pants bride

"That's no problem," Jeff said, and with a click, pushed the wheel up out of the way. "Suck me, Beth, I really need it."

Beth glanced into the back seat, saw Molly was still riding Ned's prong, then looked at the cock in her fist. She slid away from him and lowered her head.

"I'll kiss it, that's all," she said.

She wet her lips and looked at his cock, the rosy head half exposed, the tip wet with goo. She bent and kissed the end, tasting the strong salty stuff. Her blood raced with excitement. With her fingers, she slowly peeled the foreskin down until it reached the crown, then watched it go over the ridge and off the head by itself. She pulled it back up and then down again, wringing more water from the little split. She kissed away the big tear, then, unable to control herself, took the fat head into her mouth and started sucking.

She knew she was acting like a slut, but she truly wanted to suck his cock, taste of the rank thing, feel it fatten and pulse against her lips, and yes, most of all, have it cum, squirt hotly into her mouth, on her lips, over her face. God, it was so thrilling to excite a man this way, make him gasp for air and then unload his nuts.

She held his shaft in her fingers, slowly masturbating its length while she sucked. She preferred just the head in her mouth. Deep throat was for other girls. She wanted the hot seed in her mouth, to feel it spill over her tongue, to savor it, taste it, and then swallow it.

Jeff had his hands on her head now. He was lifting up, his cock stiff as a board. "Yeh, baby, yeh," he grunted, "Doc was sure right. You can really suck cock. You sweet whore, suck it good, make me cum. Shit, I'm getting close!"

Beth could feel the tension in his prick, felt the stuff fill it, then spurt into her mouth. She sucked and masturbated until she had four full spurts, then lifted from his prick, rolled it slickly with her tongue, and swallowed. She went back down, taking his entire length, the head all the way in her throat just to show she could do it. She squeezed his nuts and the last of his jizz leaked down her throat. Her throat burned, and she loved it.

She raised up and found herself staring into Molly's eyes.

"You watched?" she said.

"Yeh. You really give good head, Beth. Doc had given up on you, but I always knew you'd come around." She reached out and took Beth's head in her hands. A little dab of white cum hung at the corner of Beth's mouth. Molly leaned forward and her tongue snaked out and took it in, then she kissed Beth on the lips.

Beth pulled back. "I… I… does Ned have to go to the airport, too?" she stammered.

"No, we just came along for the ride. And did I ever get a ride. God, Beth, he may be old, but he sure has a big pecker."

She grabbed Beth's head again and kissed her, using her tongue this time. Beth pulled back.

"Haven't you ever been kissed by a woman before?" Molly asked.

"Not like that," Beth answered.

"It's fun sometimes."

"I… I'm not…"

"Oh, hell, neither am I, but a girl's mouth feels good now and then. Your lips are so much softer than a man's. Didn't it feel good?"

"Gee, Molly, I, well…"

Molly laughed. "Come on, let's go up to the party. I need a drink."

"I need several," Beth said.

"That was good, Beth. I'll see you again," Jeff said as she got out of the car.

"Okay," Beth said.

"Next time we'll fuck."

"Okay," she said again. She looked at him and knew if there was a next time, they would indeed fuck. She wanted him to fuck her. She was hot and knew someone would fuck her, and soon.

Molly got out and straightened her skirt. She had already buttoned her blouse. It was a see-through, and her nipples looked huge, red, and protruding. She saw Beth staring.

"I'd like to kiss your pussy lips, too," Molly said.

"Let's go up to the party," Beth said, blushing.

When they entered the apartment, there was a couple dozen men, a few wives, and eight young women, all attractive and sexy. Doc was sitting on a couch beside a very striking woman. He was talking urgently.

"She's the wife of a friend of Doc's," Molly whispered. "The friend is out of town and he's trying desperately to get in her pants. He's never scored with her because she says she is going to remain faithful to her husband." Molly slid her hand over Beth's ass and squeezed the back of her thigh. "Let's get a drink."

Beth took a drink from a large tray, not caring what it was, and downed it rapidly. She reached for another. God, she was really flustered.

Kiss my pussy lips – no way, Beth thought.

Still, it filled her stomach with fluttering butterflies, and she wondered what it would be like to have another woman's head between her legs.

"That's it, honey, get a little tight, but not too drunk. You know what Doc expects of you," Molly said. Beth knew what Doc expected. He expected her to mingle, to be sexy, to flirt, to make herself available, and most important, to fuck.

Beth mingled. She flirted, let the men look down the front of her dress, pressed against them while they talked. She made herself available. She was getting drunk, too, but still noticed the party slowly degenerate from a nice cocktail party to a boy wants girl affair. She couldn't tell the wives from the party girls anymore. Everyone was kissing and feeling.

She was sitting on a man's lap when she noticed Doc kissing the faithful young wife. He had his hand on her leg under her skirt, too. He's gonna score tonight, she thought.

She let the man kiss her. He was fifty and a very ardent kisser. She shivered when she felt his hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt and kissed back with her tongue. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, and it was hard.

"You have a hard-on, honey," she whispered.

"You noticed."

"How could I help it."

"Do you know where I'd like to put it?"

"I can guess. You can put it anywhere you want, honey."

She had her arms around his neck and was nuzzling his cheek and ear with her lips. She opened her legs for his advancing hand and shivered with excitement when he finally touched her pussy.

"I'd like to fuck you right here," he said.

"Why don't you?"

"Well…"

"Chicken," she giggled.

Beth didn't feel any shame. She was too hot. She wanted a fuck and she would take it anywhere, right here on the floor in front of all these people if necessary.

She felt his finger sliding back and forth between the lips of her cunt, then stop and probe at her wet hole. She moaned and pressed herself against his finger tip.

"Aw, shit, honey, you're making me so hot," she cried.

Beth didn't realize another man was standing beside the chair until he had pulled her dress off one shoulder and had one of her tits completely exposed.

"Fuck off, Ted. I got firsts on this little dolly."

"Come on, Ken, let me kiss that big fat tit first," Ted said.

Beth leaned backwards and saw Ted. He looked funny upside down. Her tit was bunched up in a round ball, the nipple standing up red and hard.

"Yeh, kiss it," she hissed.

He bent down and kissed it, sucking it in between his lips. It was hard as a marble and sent little shock waves down through her belly. The finger, now up to the knuckle in her cunt, sent them back up.

"Oh, God, I need a fuck," Beth moaned.

"And I'm the guy that's going to do it," Ken said, and shoved Ted's head away from Beth's tit.

Beth straightened up, took his hand and pulled his finger from her pussy, and got to her feet. "That's okay with me," she cooed, and reached for his fly. She unzipped him and hauled out his cock. "Nice," she hissed. She pushed her dress down off her other shoulder, ripping it a little, and then down to her waist. With her tits bare, she lifted her skirt above her hips, and straddled his lap.