“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” she said.
“I’m exhausted or I’d fuck you again. It was terribly exciting,” he said.
“It was exciting to me, too, but… I came while you did it.”
“Maybe sometime before I make it, while I’m all sexed up, you can do it to me.” He looked at her questioningly. “Assuming there will be another sometime.”
“There’ll be another time… soon.”
He gathered up his scattered clothing and got dressed. She saw him to the door and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I’m glad Andy’s car broke down,” she said.
“Me too,” he answered.
She returned to the couch and snuggled up against her husband. She lifted his head and kissed him, rolling her tongue inside his mouth.
“I love you, Andy,” she said, “but I want you to taste another man’s cock, his cum, his piss on my lips, on my tongue. Let’s go to bed now, and I’ll suck your cock, really suck it.”
Beth was amazed that she was still turned on after coming so hard, so many times. And she didn’t feel guilty, she was a whore, a cock-loving whore. She had already fucked for money with Carson. He didn’t pay her himself, but Doc did. And she’d taken it and called it a bonus. What a laugh. She told Andy it was a bonus. He thought it was great, they could use the dough. Doc could sure as hell afford it and it was about time he appreciated her. Jesus, did he appreciate her.
She somehow roused him enough to get him to his feet and half carried, half dragged him to the bedroom where she flopped him onto the bed. She tugged his clothing off, stretching him out on his back. She had turned the bed back and felt the cool sheet when she got in beside him.
Her hand went to his cock. It was limp and she started to slowly masturbate him. He moaned softly as she pulled on his prick with one hand and carressed his balls and ass hole with the tip of her fingers. She stared intently at the gristle as it grew in her hand, stretched out and pulled the foreskin back, the veins bulging out blue and hard. It excited her to feel the thing slowly fill her hand. A cock was a marvelous thing.
She held it tightly, her cunt pulsing with need. She wanted to suck the gorgeous thing with its head so red, the tip shining with wet goo, but she wanted it in her cunt even more and she quickly straddled his hips. She hovered above him on her knees, holding his cock straight up with her hand. She lowered herself until the tip tickled her cunt lips, and heaving a deep sigh, let the knob push in.
She felt it spread her lips and thrust inside and she groaned. “Aw, Andy honey, I like to fuck,” she gasped.
Her knees slid forward, forcing his cock all the way in. It was an exquisite feeling, one that she knew she could never get too much of. He was in to the balls, deeper than he’d ever been, and she loved it, even if he was out cold. She squirmed on her haunches and knew she would cum easily.
“You have a nice cock, Andy,” she said, and put her hands on his chest. “I like it.”
She moved steadily on his cock, and then gave a little gasp and fell forward onto his chest, her ass humping furiously. She was coming, coming hard.
“Oh, shit Andy, I’m coming!” she cried. “It feels good, so fucking good.”
She rolled off and lay beside him, breathing heavily. “You didn’t make it, did you, darling? It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”
She reversed her position and put her head on his stomach, his erect cock waving before her eyes. She reached out and took it in her hand.
“I’m going to suck you off, Andy, let you cum in my mouth,” she said.
She raised up and took it in her lips. The skin was peeled back, the head naked and wet. She sucked on the head, using her lips on the ridge under the flared crown.
Andy groaned, stirred his hips. “God, Babs, suck it. Love it when you suck,” he mumbled. “Wish Beth would do it.”
Beth lifted up. “It is Beth doing it, you sonofabitch,” she cried. She looked at him. He was hazy, his eyes closed, unaware of everything but the feel of her lips on his pecker.
“Don’t stop, Babs… do it some more.”
“Okay, you bastard, I’ll let you juice in my mouth, but I won’t do it when you’re awake. Little Babs can suck it for you then.”
She closed back over his cock. She felt the cum leaking from her cunt onto the crisp, cool sheets, Maxie’s cum, and spread her legs. She liked the feeling.
“Yeh, baby, suck me off, drink it,” he moaned.
Beth had half his cock in her mouth, almost gagging her. When she felt him stiffening, she cupped his tightly sacked balls, and backed off until she held only the head. She sucked hard, sliding her finger up and down the underside of his shaft.
He went rigid and started squirting. He had a load. She swallowed the thick, slick gunk. It wasn’t as sweet as Doc’s, or as salty as Carson’s, or as smokey and rich as Maxie’s, but… well, it was good. She hungrily sucked him dry.
“I hope you enjoyed it, you asshole,” she said, and got up and went into the bathroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“I’m not sure I like this,” Andy said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tied his shoes. Beth stood naked in front of the closet. She was fresh from a bath and her thick, brown pubic hair stood out fluffily. She pulled a dark green, silky dress from the closet.
“It’s just a cocktail party for Doc’s big clients. You are invited, too you know.”
“I have to work tonight. You know that.”
Beth let the green dress slide down over her head. It fit like her skin, accenting her slim waist and full hips. Her full tits filled the bodice, her nipples easily discernable.
“You’re not going like that?” Andy said.
“I was. You said you liked me to look enticing.”
“Christ, you look more like an invitation for a fuck. You might just as well go naked. You better put some underwear on, and some pantyhose.” He looked at his watch. “Shit, I gotta get.”
She came over and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll be home before midnight, honey. Doc said it would only last two or three hours.”
“Okay. Have fun, and put on some underwear.”
“If you want me to.”
“Can I drop you off?”
“No, Doc and Molly are picking me up. You remember Molly, Doc’s wife?”
“Of course, I remember her. Think I’m a dunce?” He gave her a disgusted look, and left.
Beth sat on the bed and put on her heels. She went to the mirror and fluffed her hair, picked up a comb, decided she liked the just-got-out-of-bed look, and threw the comb down. She put on dangling ear rings, a necklace, dabbed a little perfume behind her ears, then lifted her skirt and slid her perfumed finger in the valleys on each side of her pussy lips.
She had a scotch on the rocks half consumed when she heard the car in the driveway. She looked out the window, saw the big Caddy, and tossed down the rest of the scotch. She draped a light sweater over her shoulders and left the house, the scotch already warming her belly.
When she opened the door, she saw a strange man behind the wheel, and it wasn’t Doc’s Cadillac.
“Oh,” she cried.
“Get in, Beth. Doc was busy so he sent us to get you,” Molly Burns said from the back seat.
Beth turned her head. Molly was in the back with another man. Her blouse unbuttoned all the way and her hair was mussed. She wore no lipstick. They were sitting close, the man’s arm around her shoulder, his finger tips in her open blouse.