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.
“Gonna do it like Molly did in the car,” she said, and reached between her legs for his cock.
She found it and put the bulb to her hole. It went in easily and she grunted with satisfaction. She eased her weight down until she was completely impaled. She leaned forward, her arms going around his neck, and started rotating her ass on his lap. His belly was big, and felt soft and flabby against hers, but the thing jammed deep in her cunt wasn’t. It felt hard and long, and oh, so good.
Her first orgasm was already nearing, so she fucked faster. She knew everyone must be looking, but she just didn’t give a damn anymore. It felt too good to care, and she wanted to cum, and she knew she was going to cum, and damn soon.
Doc and his best friend’s wife sat on the couch watching Beth fuck. He had his arm around her, gently cupping her breast. His other hand was under her skirt feeling the crotch of her panties. The crotch was wet.
“Doc, honey, you’ve got to stop that,” she moaned, “I… I’m getting so hot.”
Doc slipped his fingers under the crotchband, felt the fat lips, the soft hair that was getting wet. She squirmed under his touch.
“Oh, Doc… honey, look at her go,” she said, her eyes glued to Beth bouncing on the man’s lap.
“Yeh, she really likes it. She likes to fuck. It makes her feel good.”
Doc was amazed at Beth’s wanton display, never dreaming that she would turn out so good. She was already the best whore in his stable, and he had some goodies.
He heard the girl by his side moan, felt her slide down a little on the couch, felt the tip of his finger part her cunt lips. He kissed her hard on the mouth. She kissed back hungrily, her tongue gliding between his lips.
“Oh shit, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, “not here… anyway.”
Doc pushed his finger deeper into her cunt.
“Honey… I, I… oh shit,” she cried, and kissed him.
Across the room, Beth was hunching steadily against her lover’s lap. She had her face buried in his neck.
“Aw fuck!” she screamed. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Fuck me hard!”
She twisted and jerked in the throes of her orgasm. It was a good one, but she had decided some time ago that they were all good, some were just better. She had completely relaxed before she felt his stiff prick still deep in her cunt. Ken was pushing up now.
“Fuck me some more, baby. I didn’t cum yet,” Ken grunted.
Beth lifted up, pulling her twat half off his cock.
“I’ve already fucked you, now you fuck me,” she said.
Ken started lifting up, pushing his cock all the way back in, then dropping back down. He increased his speed as his orgasm neared. He was on a downstroke when the white stuff started squirting. Beth felt the stuff coming and milked his prick expertly with her cunt. Ken slumped back, completely exhausted.
“Goddamn, Doc, she made it right there in the chair. They both made it,” Doc’s best friend’s wife said.
“We could be making it, too, Sue,” Doc said.
He slipped his hand from under her dress and got to his feet. Sue gave an anguished little gasp when his finger left her cunt.
“Come on, before all the bedrooms are taken.” He held out his hand.
“We shouldn’t, Doc, we really shouldn’t.”
“I know we shouldn’t, but let’s, anyway.”
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She followed him to the door; she balked. She had been drinking for two hours and felt light headed, drunk actually, but knew it was no excuse for letting him go as far as he already had. She had to stop this madness.
“Doc, we can’t do this,” she cried.
“Other wives do it, honey. Take a look behind you. Look, there’s Donohue’s church-going little spouse.”
Sue looked. Donohue’s little wife was sitting on the couch they had just vacated, her skirt was around her hips and a man knelt in front of her, his face buried in her ample muff. She was smiling and holding the man’s head firmly in place.