She didn't know what to say and merely smiled.
Kissing her on the cheek, Andy took her by the hand and told her to go upstairs and join the party, he'd wait a few minutes so that no one would notice or realize that they had been gone so long together.
Lois did what he suggested and sure enough, Bret was so drunk by then that he hadn't even missed her. He was still talking with June, Andy's wife, and Lois wondered if he was as hot for her as she was for her husband.
Indeed, Bret certainly was.
He had not noticed that his wife had been gone from the party. One drink followed another and as the livingroom filled up with late arrivals, noisy and bursting with party cheer, he suddenly took hold of June Lane's hand and led her out of the room.
She followed obediently, staggering a little, wondering what her husband was up to and if he would miss her. But she didn't think so, for she knew Andrew long and well enough to realize that he was always on the make, always on the lookout for pussy to add to his little personal collection.
Well, she decided, if he gets it on the side, there's no reason I can't.
Of course, she didn't tell Bret Baxter that.
Opening a likely-looking door, he pulled her inside and closed it behind him. They were in the bathroom and he was so hot to get his hands on her lush ripe body that he grabbed her, cupping her ass in the palms of his hands and pulling her up a against him. Bret hoped that she could feel his boner, for his cock was hard and pulsing, struggling to get out of his pants.
"Oh shit do I want to get into you, honey," he told her, drunk and horny, all at the same time.
She let him hold onto her roughly, enjoying his awkward and excited caresses, loving the way he began to paw at her as she pushed her mound against the front of his pants, not expecting anything as formidable as her husband's cock, but still hoping that Bret was well-hung, at least big enough to get her excited.
Bret felt June's warm yielding flesh and he was seized with desire and animal longing. Ever since he had made it with the waitress, he had wanted to try his luck out with another woman. Lois had begun to bore him in bed, but the thought of getting his hands on June Lane was too much to take lightly.
He had to have her, and as soon as possible.
Holding her tightly against him, he bent his head and licked her flesh. Warm and salty were the two sensations that came back to him as he massaged the round smooth cheeks of her ass, trying to lift up her skirt.
"You're in such a hurry," she said with a laugh.
Her sarcasm, her light manner, both worked to annoy him incredibly. He was too drunk to know what he was doing but suddenly he lashed out, grabbed the top of her skirt and yanked it down roughly. He heard material tearing, heard her cry out and then he was looking down at her, staring at her lacy panties and burning to touch the dark and mysterious shadow that lay in wait before his feverish alcoholic gaze.
"I'm leaving," she said, making a move to the door.
"Bullshit, you ain't going anywhere," he replied, his words slurred as he gripped her fiercely around the waist and spun her around. He dropped to his knees and pulled her panties down, thrusting his mouth between her legs, thrusting it forward until his lips touched the warm mouse pelt of her pussy.
June staggered back, clutching his head as Bret trembled with raging desire. He pushed her legs apart and stared at her pussy, gobbling it with his lips and tongue, frantically sucking on the curls and ringlets of pubic hair that covered her tight juicy little snatch.
It was wonderfully exciting, just to look at, just to touch, he thought to himself as he swabbed her vulva and felt his tongue pushing hairs inside her furrow, making contact with the slick wettish walls of her vagina. His hands came up and he pried apart the outer lips of her pussy, looking inside to where her hole gaped, wide and mysterious.
He had to have it and with only that thought in mind he worked his tongue down inside, finding her clitoris rearing up between the folds and lush creases of her womanly sex.
"Shit, what a fucking hot tongue," he heard her mumble.
But he wasn't paying much attention to what June was saying. He was fixated, obsessed with the idea of fucking this woman right in her own home, right in her bathroom while her husband and his wife were outside, innocent of what was going on under their very noses.
Taking her clit between his teeth he twisted it savagely and she moaned loudly, banging her fists down, blow after blow descending on his shoulders as he used one hand to quickly unbuckle and unzip his pants.
Then, he stood up and pulled them down, pushed down his underwear until it fell around his ankles and his cock jutted out, hard and incredibly excited. It throbbed in the air, bobbing between his grizzly thighs.
Bret sat down on the toilet seat, grabbed hold of June and pulled her onto his lap. Her back was to him, but she offered little if any resistance as he felt her ass nestling down against his hairy crotch, flattening his cock as he pushed it back and forth against her crack, savoring the warmth and moisture her body seemed to generate.
"Baby, I want to fuck you, right now, just like this," he whispered in her ear, hot and so excited, so drunk, that he didn't even know what he was saying.
June kept quiet, looking back at him as he breathed down her neck. She hadn't expected Bret to be so forceful, so wild and animalistic. But the very novelty of their position, the fact that they were in the bathroom together doing things she had always thought herself incapable of, pleased her immensely. She knew, then and there, that she would go along with anything he suggested.
Lifting her up slightly, Bret reached down and took hold of his cock. He wanted to thrust it right into place, dog-fashion, right up inside the woman's beautiful and alluring pussy. June seemed to sense what was expected of her, for she lifted herself up and got into position.
Then, watching between her legs, she moved down and wiggled around until the round swollen head of Bret's cock was lodged right between the outer flaps of her vagina. "Move your ass," he told her, feeling his cock-head stretching open the narrow passageway that led into the very depths of her twat.
June pushed down and the two of them worked in unison as more and more of Bret's stiff-standing pecker was thrust up into her hole. She wiggled her backside against his lap and he was neighing like a stallion as he felt the skin along his bursting cock-shaft scraping along the clinging walls of her pussy.
Finally, he was buried up to his root and reaching around, he grabbed hold of her tits, fondling them as he humped upwards and she moved down so that his cock slid in and out of its tight sheath. Then, he kept his position, sitting on the seat as she rode his meat like a candy cane.
The insistent in and out movement made his cock burn and it seemed, as far as Bret was concerned, to swell up inside the hot oven that was her pussy. "Baby, do it, move your cunt, squeeze me, hold me in place," he moaned to her.
June was getting more and more excited. Granted, Bret's cock wasn't anything as impressive as her husband's, but it still managed to fill her quite nicely. So nicely in fact that she felt her juices trickling down and washing over Bret's dick. And Andy had never assumed such an interesting position. For June relished the idea of getting fucked, sitting on top of a man as he plowed his meat into her from behind.
She felt like a bitch in heat, trumping her body down, feeling Bret's hairy groin and belly rubbing briskly against the round smooth orbs of her ass. She loved the sensation, for it only added to the delightfully insistent friction he was giving her as he shoved forward, again and again.
As for Bret, his head was swimming. He was working at non-stop speed and when someone knocked on the door, he yelled. "Go away. I'm not done yet," not hearing what he was saying as the footsteps rapidly retreated.