“Good, good,” she groaned. “Oh, Jesus, that feels good.”
Doc was pleased that she came so quickly. He was proud of his big cock. He fucked her slowly, steadily until she came back down and then pulled out.
He moved up until his prick hung over her face. “I want you to suck it, honey. Finish me off with your sweet lips.”
“No, I don’t suck cock,” Beth said.
Doc reached down and with thumb and forefinger, squeezed. Her mouth came open. He pushed the fat head between her lips.
“I said suck my cock, bitch,” Doc roared.
The head of Doc’s cock was in her mouth. He wouldn’t force her to do that, not Doc.
“Now suck, baby, suck my cock.”
It was all wet and gooey, a mess of slime, Doc’s ooze, Carson’s thick cum, her own slippery juice.
He pushed deeper and she almost gagged.
“Shit, she doesn’t know anything about sucking a cock. Maybe it’s her first time. Suck on it you cunt!” He fucked in and out of her mouth. “Hey, Carson, come here and hold her mouth open. I’m gonna jack-off into her mouth. I’m almost there, anyway.”
Carson came over and forced her mouth open and kept it that way after Doc pulled out. Beth struggled, but he was too strong. He was hurting her jaws and she couldn’t close her mouth.
Doc poised over her mouth and started masturbating. “Don’t lose one drop, Beth, swallow it all. Oh, fuck, here I cum!”
He pulled on his prick and the first gob flew into her mouth. He held the tip close and carefully milked his goo into her mouth. He pumped until nothing else would come and then smeared the head around on her lips.
“Push her mouth shut and hold it,” Doc said.
Beth thought she was going to vomit. Her mouth was full of the messy stuff. She had to swallow or choke. It slid down her throat, leaving a fiery burning sensation. The tears rolled from her eyes, the urge to retch bobbing her throat muscles. And then it was down, she had swallowed it all.
“Good girl,” Doc said, patting her head.
Beth sat up, her eyes still wet. “You dirty bastard.”
“Aw, come on, it wasn’t so bad.”
“Well…” she said.
“Let’s go and get a drink,” Carson said, grabbing her hand.
When Doc got out to the bar, Beth and Carson were kissing. She had both arms around his neck. “Maybe I better do the honors,” he said.
Two hours later, the three sat on the couch, still naked, still drinking. Beth was very drunk. She sat between them, a cock in each hand.
“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.
CHAPTER SIX
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.