Beth stopped in front of the huge stone fireplace. He’s a dirty old man, she thought, and took a picture of an attractive woman and two teenage boys from the mantel.
“She’s beautiful, and the boys are handsome. Your wife and children?” Beth said.
Doc, who was sitting on the couch, winced.
“Yes, I’m very fond of them,” Carson said, taking the picture and placing it back on the mantel. “They’re in Mexico. Vacation. Let me get you another drink and then I’ll show you the terrace. Magnificent view of the city.”
“I think you’re trying to get me drunk, John,” she slurred. “I can already feel it. We won’t get any work done this way. Doc will be angry.”
“Let me handle Doc, darling.” He squeezed her around the waist and went to the bar.
Beth felt a tingle. He was quite handsome, and so smooth. As naive as she was, she was beginning to get the picture. They hadn’t come up here to work. Doc brought her up here for John Carson.
She wondered when he would find some excuse to leave. She found herself wishing he would do it soon.
Carson returned and took her hand. She took long pull on her drink and followed him to the terrace. She was really feeling it now, and enjoying it. It made her more relaxed, more eager to do what she wanted and not what she should. They went to the ledge and looked out over the city.
She let Carson put his arm around her waist and pull her close, but she came stiffly.
“I can’t quite figure you out, Beth. You’re here but you don’t seem too willing,” Carson said.
“You wouldn’t be interested if I was too easy.”
“I prefer loose women,” he said.
Beth killed her drink. “Is your wife loose?”
Carson stiffened, scowled. “No,” he said.
“Did I make you angry? Kiss me.”
She turned to face him, took his head in her hands, and pressed her lips hard against his mouth. Her tongue swabbed into his mouth, wiped wetly around inside, and push-pulled rapidly like a cock in a cunt. She would show Doc Burns.
Doc Burns sat on the couch inside, grinning broadly.
“I’m loose, John. You can prefer me,” she said.
“You’re a bitch, Beth, a whore and a slut,” he said.
“Yes,” she hissed, and let him kiss her again. She tongue fucked him again, too.
John Carson reached under the back of her skirt and gripped both bare globes of her ass. He pulled her hard against his crotch. She could feel his cock against her mound. It felt fairly big and was at least half way hard.
“You’re not completely hard,” she said.
“I would be if I’d known you were naked under this skirt.”
She pushed her sweater up over her lush tits. “I’m naked under my sweater, too,” she said.
“Goddamn,” Carson moaned. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”
“Feel me first, kiss my nipples.”
Carson bent forward and kissed one of her nipples. It was hard and standing erect. While he sucked, he slid his hand around to her hairy mound, then pushed in between her legs. She was wet and his fingers slid easily through the long slit of her cunt lips.
“Oh, Christ,” he mumbled.
“Let’s go in the bedroom now.”
He straightened up and they walked back into the apartment. She blushed when they went past Doc on the couch. He smiled and put his glass to his lips.
They stopped in front of the bedroom door and kissed again.
“Are you hard now?” Beth said.
“Hard as a rock,” Carson answered.
“Let’s see.”
She fumbled at his zipper, got it down, and let her hand slip inside. Oh God, he was hard, all right, and it was a nice one. Not as big as Doc’s, but bigger than Andy’s. She let her hand caress its length, then gripped the knob and realized how fat it was. No, his cock wasn’t as big as Doc’s, but the fat knob at the end, the glans, the prober that split a girl open and made her feel so good, was bigger.
She pulled her hand out and they went into the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Carson pulled her sweater up and over her head. He threw it to the floor and reached for the hem of her skirt.
“Yeh, strip me,” she sighed.
Her skirt joined her sweater on the floor. He bunched her tits in his hands, slid down her graceful hips to feel her cunt. The hair was wet. She could feel her clit hardening, pushing out of the fat lips, waiting for his fingers to give it a good rub.
“Get on the bed,” he said, “I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to,” she said, and went to the bed and tumbled to her back.
She brought her feet up and put them flat on the bed, her knees spreading apart. Her fingers slid down her belly, searched in the wet hair until they found the fat nubbin pushing out. She watched Carson strip off his clothes, her finger caressing the tip of her hot clit. Her clit was the culprit. It got excited and pushed out where it rubbed against things, her pants, a chair, the corner of the stove, her fingers… God yes, her fingers. They were rubbing it wildly now, making it hurt.
“I’m getting it ready for you,” she said when she saw him staring.
He came over to the bed and stood, his cock sticking out, his foreskin half covering the fat head.
She looked at his cock and cringed. It looked too good. She wanted it too much. Yes, she liked it too much, but she didn’t care, not now anyway. It felt so wonderful to have a thick prick probing inside her belly.
It embarrassed her a little for Doc to know how vulnerable she was, know how terribly easy. She knew now he’d brought her up here to fuck with this man, and here she was ready and eager. He’d known she would put out, known she would let John Carson fuck her. Oh shit, she didn’t care. She wanted it, fucking was what it was all about.
She moaned softly, her legs falling further apart, her cunt waiting.
“You really want it, don’t you?” Carson said.
“Yeh, I really want it,” she hissed.
He came down on top of her, his cock slapping against her legs.
“You put it in,” she hissed. “Feel around for the hole and put it in yourself.”
He played in her slit with the thick head, making her moan, and then found the open hole. It spread wide as he entered, the sucking lips pushing the skin back off the head. With a bump, the thick ridge went inside, bringing a grunt of pleasure from Beth’s open mouth.
“Yeh, yeh, fuck me, John,” she hissed loudly.
He pushed on in, her cunt opening wide to the advance of his cock.
She could feel the wonderful thing inside, spreading her, opening her up. She wasn’t sure she wanted him all the way in. His glans was so big and felt so good when it wasn’t too deep. She could get more pleasure that way, get all the pleasure a woman was designed to get.
“It feels good there, John. Don’t go deeper yet. Yeh, yeh, fuck me like that, oooooh, I’m going to make it. I’m going to cum!”
Her orgasm went through her like a shot. She stiffened, her hips jerking convulsively. They seemed to get better and better, each better than the one before. She went soft and limp, spit trickling from the corner of her mouth.
“I feel so good,” she mumbled. “You can do whatever you want now. I made it. Oh fuck, did I ever.”
Carson pushed and felt his shaft sink to its entire length. She was soaking wet and incredibly slick, his cock moving effortlessly. She was loose and relaxed, and all cunt, just one big cunt wrapped around his throbbing cock. He would cum quick now. He always did when so beautiful a woman submitted so completely.
He could feel the tightness in his balls, the superlative thrill just before the charge, and she was moaning again and moving her hips. He could feel it coming out, opening up the hole in his prick and spurting out. He was in to the hilt, spilling his stuff as deep in her belly as he could get. God, fucking beautiful young women was great. She couldn’t be much past nineteen or twenty.
