David Ingram - Hot pants bride

Greg grinned. "Why don't you try."

She unzipped him and took out his prick. It was soft and wrinkly, the foreskin completely covering the head. He pushed the steering wheel up out of the way and leaned back. She leaned over his lap, and moistening her lips with her tongue, slowly peeled back the foreskin with her teeth, then wrapped her wet lips around the head, sucking, savoring. It tasted of cunt, and of cum, and of man, delicious man.

Beth held only the glans in her mouth, sucking, and felt the knob swell fat and hard. She slipped her hand into his fly, gently holding his balls, then pushing a finger into the crack of his ass. He lifted up and groaned as her finger pushed up into his asshole.

"Oh, fuck, Beth, you're wonderful," he moaned. "Suck it, honey, make me cum." He stroked her silky hair, ran his fingers down her neck. "God, Goddamn, that feels good!"

She had her finger all the way in his asshole, moving it slowly, tickling him to orgasm. She felt the tension in his prick and nodded her head for him to let it go. He had an amazingly thick gob for his third time, the stuff swarming over her tongue. She swallowed, a hot glow following his sap all the way to her stomach. When she raised her head, he was gasping. She kept her finger in his ass, pressing hard. More goo oozed from his still erect prick. She wiped it clean with her tongue.

"Goddamn, Beth, that was the best head I ever had," he gasped, "I don't think I ever came as hard, anytime."

Beth kept her finger deep in his ass, her other hand wrapped around his prick. "I wish we had done this the first time so you'd have had more good stuff for me. 'Course I really needed a fuck then, too."

"Jesus, honey, can I see you again?"

"Anytime you want," Beth answered, "Jus' call me at ole Doc's whorehouse and I'll come a runnin'."

When she was sure she couldn't pull any more jizz out of his cock, she removed her finger from his asshole. They sat kissing for several more minutes before she finally got out of the car and went into the house.

Andy stood in the hall in his bathrobe. He was livid with anger.

"Where the hell have you been?" he shouted.

"Cocktail party. You know that, Andy."

"Do you know what time it is?"

Beth looked at the watch on her arm, squinting. "Can't see m' damn watch," she mumbled.

"You said you'd be home before twelve. It's after two."

"Party ran overtime," Beth giggled.

"You're drunk," he screamed.

"Yeh," Beth said, giggling again.

"And who the hell brought you home? It wasn't Doc, he drives a Cad."

Beth thought for a second or two. "Hmmm," she said. "It was Molly. Yeh, it was Molly. She got a new car, a Meshadeez." She slurred badly and congratulated herself on coming up with such a good lie so quick.

"It looked like a man from the window."

"If Molly looks like a man to you, you need glasses, buster."

"What were you doing so long? And don't call me 'buster'."

"We was talkin', buster."

Andy glowered, then grabbed at her, missed and caught her skirt. It was a short skirt and revealed her nudity. "You didn't wear any pants," he screamed. "Or you left them at the party."

"Didn' wear any. Made me feel sexy." She giggled, held her hand over her mouth.

"You filthy little slut," he screamed, and shoved her.

She went over backwards to the floor, her skirt flying up over her hips. She lay naked from the hips down and looked up at him. His robe had pulled open and he was naked under the robe. His cock was hard.

"Andy, honey… want you. Take me. Fuck me," she cried, stretching out her hand to him.

With a sob, Andy came down on top of her. Her knees came up and his cock went in. "Oh, Jesus, baby… I love you," he sobbed.

"Fuck me hard," Beth cried, her long legs twining around his back. She locked her ankles and held him tight against her open cunt. "Yeh, yeh, fuck me, Andy, make me cum good!"

He fucked her hard, his own orgasm close from the beginning. He didn't even notice how wet and loose she was.

"Don't stop… keep going," she wailed when she felt his stuff spouting. "I'm so close, so close!" She held him in with her legs and humped up against him.

"No more cocktail patties for you," he groaned.

"No more cocktail parties," Beth cried, lifting her ass off the floor. "Stay hard, Andy, stay hard for one more minute!"

And then she was coming. She hadn't thought she could make it again for a week after the orgasms she'd had at the party, but she was making it big. It felt so good.

"You're completely naked under your dress," he said.

"Yeh it was so exciting."

"Exactly what the hell did you do at the party?"

"Got drunk, and talked, and thought about coming home and getting fucked."

Beth wouldn't admit to anything that was incriminating, so Andy didn't know for sure, even if most of his guesses were correct.

His cock was still inside her, and it started to erect. Beth cooed when she felt it, and started moving her hips.

Several days later, Andy stopped at Doc's office to pick up Beth from work. Luckily, Beth was there. "Doc won't mind if you leave a little early, I'm sure. We're invited to a cocktail party tonight."

"You said no more cocktail parties," Beth said.

"This is different. It's a respectable cocktail party. Besides, you're going with me," he said with obvious irritation. "We can leave your car here and I'll bring you to work in the morning. We'll stop and have a steak so you won't have to make dinner."

"Sounds marvelous. I'll tell Doc I'm leaving. He won't care."

"Where's Evelyn?" Andy asked.

"She's not here today, got the flu or something."

"She must really be sickly. She's never here."

Beth suppressed a laugh. "I'll tell Doc I'm going." She went to Doc's door, tapped lightly, and stuck her head inside. Sue, Doc's best friend's wife was with him. He'd been with her every day since the last party. They were on Doc's couch, and they were both naked. "I'm leaving early, Doc. Andy is here to pick me up," she said.

"Lock the door on your way out, honey. I don't want to be disturbed," Doc said.

"Honey, you've been disturbed for a long time," Beth said. She closed the door. "Doc's on the phone long distance," she said, "He said to lock the door on our way out."

"I don't see, how the guy makes any money. He's closed half the time."

"Sweetie, you should have as much trouble making money."

Andy gave her a dirty look and left ahead of her.

They stopped at a steak house and had a couple of drinks, big rare T-bones, and then a couple more drinks. When they got home, Beth mixed highballs and went to the bedroom.

"I get the shower first," she called.

When Andy got his turn and was out, Beth was sitting naked at her mirror putting on makeup. She spun around and spread her legs when he came in. She was on her second highball.

"Would you like to eat me, before we go?" she said.

"Shit, Beth, that's all you think of anymore. And don't drink anymore before we go. I don't want you drunk."

"I'm already a little drunk," she said, and ran her finger through her deep slit. "My little pussy wants you."

"Shit," Andy said, and took his shorts from the dresser. "I don't want you to make an ass of yourself tonight. There's gonna be a guy there tonight with barrels of money – oil money. He's an Arab, but a hell of a nice guy, and he just might give me a commission to design a whole town. You hear that, a whole fucking town. I want to make a good impression."

"An Arab?" Beth asked.

"Yeh, an Arab. A rich Arab," Andy answered.

Beth put on a sheer, long sleeved blouse, a floor length skirt, and shoes, nothing else.

"That blouse is a little thin to go without a brassiere," he said. "I can almost see your nipples."