Beth opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She stretched languorously under the cool sheet. It felt good to be naked in bed.
She reached over and felt Andy's back, running her fingers down his spine. He was naked, too.
She rolled onto her side and snuggled against him, pressing her cunt against his bare ass. Her hand slid over his side and she felt his smooth, hairless chest, his hard tit, his flat belly, his thick pubic hair, and finally his cock laying limply on his leg. She stroked him slowly.
Andy awakened slowly, aware of a tingling in his pecker, and then realized what she was doing.
"You've really been horny lately, Beth," he said. "You never did this before."
She pressed her cheek against his bare back and continued pulling on his cock. He was almost hard now.
"You were really hot last night. Maybe I've neglected you for work. Hadn't serviced you for a while, had I?" he giggled.
No, you haven't serviced me lately, not until last night, she thought, but Doc has. She felt a little twinge of guilt. She continued stroking his prick.
He moved his arm back and felt her cool ass, pulling her tighter against him. "If you keep that up, I'll cum all over the bed," he said.
She stopped.
"I didn't mean for you to stop. It feels good." He threw back the sheet and slid onto his back, careful not to pull his cock from her hand. "Do it some more."
She moved down until she had her head on his stomach facing his cock and started stroking him again. It was fascinating to watch his cock slide inside her fist. He was circumcised and the head was large and dark red. It was very smooth when he was hard. The shaft was long and white and the veins bulged out through the tight sheath of skin. At the base, his hair was thick and wiry and almost hid the fat nuts in their tightly drawn bag.
"Suck it, Beth," he said.
"I don't want to," she said.
"Come on, honey, just a little." He almost added, "Your sister does," but didn't. "Okay, just kiss it, then," he said when she made no move to take him in her mouth.
She hesitated for a moment, then bent his prick over and placed her lips on the tip.
"Yuk, it's all wet. Something is leaking out," she cried.
"It's just water. It won't hurt you. Come on, kiss it again."
She kissed it again, pushing her lips a little over the head, her tongue tasting the salty gunk seeping from the hole. She pulled back quickly.
"I don't want to," she said.
"Okay, where do you want it?"
"I want it inside me. I'm wet down there, too. I want you to fuck me."
Andy marveled at how easily she said it now. She used to cringe if he said it.
Beth let go of his cock and lay back, her head on the pillow, her legs open. "Fuck me, Andy," she said.
Andy sat up and looked at her cunt. "You kissed mine, so I'll kiss yours," he said, and bent over. He pressed his mouth over her open cunt. His tongue rolled in. She was wet, all right.
"Mmmmmmm, Andy," she moaned, "I like that."
His tongue in her cunt thrilled her. It sent shivers up her spine, made her tingle all over, brought her dark nipples up hard.
"Yeh, eat me, honey. Get me ready for your prick."
She put her hands on his head to press him tighter. The fire came up fast. She was going to cum before he even got his prick in her belly. She wanted to cum, it was a feeling she wanted more each day.
He was sucking good now, swabbing his tongue in and out of her cunt, his lips riding roughly over her clit. Her ass was off the bed, lifting to meet him and she was coming. It was a good one, but of course, they were all good.
"Oh, honey, honeeee… so nice."
She felt all fluttery inside as the good feeling oozed.
Andy licked the length of her deep slit. He was sucking her from above, and his nose was deep in her crotch, sliding into the crevice of her ass, between the luxuriant moon. The smell was heady, rich and ripe. She smelled strongly of sex, of desire and wet, randy cunt. He liked the smell, liked eating a woman's cunt. If she would suck his cock at the same time he wouldn't bother with fucking. He wanted to cum in her mouth like he had her sister's, spill his gunk in her mouth, on her lips, all over her face.
"Fuck me now, Andy. I'm ready, so ready," Beth moaned.
He reluctantly lifted his face from her snatch and rolled over on top of her. She quickly reached down and grasped his cock, pressing it to her hole.
"Anxious little devil, aren't you?" he said.
"Fuck me," Beth moaned.
His cock went in easy. She was so wet from his spit and her own juice. He rammed hard, pushing in all the way to the thick hair. Her cunt swallowed him up, closing tightly around the shaft. It was a marvelous feeling the way her cunt massaged his embedded prick, squeezing and relaxing, then squeezing him tight again. She was really getting good.
"Aw, Andy, I like it," she moaned. "Keep going the way you are now, don't stop… wanta cum, gotta cum."
"I'm almost there, baby, can't hold out long," he gasped.
"Okay… close, too. Keep going, don't stop. Yeh, yeh, almost there."
Her knees were up high, making a deep vee. She jerked violently, her orgasm in full bloom. It was different than an oral cum, not a lot, but different. She wasn't sure which was best, fuck cum or oral cum. They both felt marvelous, but at the moment it was fuck cum. A cock felt so good in there.
Her legs were over his back now, locked tight to hold him in, and she was coming again. Jesus, it felt so good. She felt the hot stuff spilling inside her and worked with her pussy to drain it, she wanted it all, every drop.
Andy was puffing, pumping hard. He gritted his teeth as the last of the good feeling drained from the end of his prick. It was over, time to get up and go to work, but Beth held him tight.
"Not quite yet, let it shrivel inside me," she said, and felt the warmth flood out from her cunt. It was number three, her third cum from one fuck, a record. She breathed through her open mouth, gulping at the air. It was a slow, oozing cum, maybe better than the other two. She held him for several minutes and then let her legs fall away.
"We better get ready for work or well both be late," Andy said. He rolled off and let his feet fall to the floor.
When Andy returned from a quick shower, Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking. The slop from her cunt was slowly leaking out onto the sheet. She watched him dress, wondering if he could keep her satisfied all by himself. Even if he fucked her every single day of the week. Would it be enough?
She remembered yesterday afternoon – fucking with Doc in the parking lot had been a marvelous and exciting experience, most satisfying, too. Yet she was still turned on when Andy got home from work, and met him at the door with a drink in each hand, wearing only her blouse, and it was unbuttoned. They had a couple of drinks and he went down on her on the couch. He brought her off with his tongue and then again with his cock. It was especially pleasurable, knowing his sperm was mixing with Doc's. She had enjoyed both Doc's cock and her husband's and felt surprisingly little guilt. A hard cock was supposed to give a woman pleasure, not guilt.
Andy was dressed by the time Beth finished her shower. She slid a pair of panties up her legs and patted them into place.
"Still wearing underpants to work? There's a couple of broads where I work that never wear any, and they make sure all the men in the place know it. Jesus, they go to any length to give everybody a peek. Every guy in the joint is horny all day. One of them has the blondest pussy hair, almost white, but she's a little too fat for my taste."
Beth felt a quick pang of jealousy and jerked the pants back down her legs, giving them a kick.
"There, is that better?" she said.
"Don't get uptight, baby. I'm not advocating you give that horny Doc Burns a peek, but…" He rolled his eyes. "It'll keep you hot for me just knowing you're naked under your skirt."
It'll make it easier if Doc gets me in his car, too, she thought.
She pulled a sweater over her head. The sweater was too tight and a very close knit. Her nipples would be very prominent if they got hard. They showed even now. She picked out a skirt and slipped it on. Her legs were great, even without hose, so she skipped the pantyhose. If he wants me provocative and revealing to other men, fine, she thought.
She spent the morning typing letters. The work really piled up if she was gone, even for one afternoon. Evelyn didn't do much of anything, played with herself behind her desk, but not much else.
Eating lunch, she thought about the great fuck with Andy before work. It made her cunt tingle. She kind of wished she had sucked his cock a little… for Andy's sake, of course. It might be kind of fun. She realized how horny she still felt. Andy hadn't really satisfied her at all, just whet her appetite for more. God, why was she horny all the time?
Doc came back from lunch and told her Zarie had flown back to New York and wouldn't be back for at least a week. She felt a little tug of disappointment, but didn't show it. She wasn't planning on doing anything with him, anyway. It was fun to think about though.
An hour after Doc got back, he called Evelyn into his office. Beth was at the filing cabinet and could see through the half open door. He already had her blouse pulled out and his hands inside. He was kissing her, hard. She saw Evelyn's foot come and kick the door shut behind her.
Beth stamped back to her desk, her face red. She was pissed, and she was jealous. The two-timing prick.
She heard their voices and realized the intercom was on. She reached for the off button, then stopped.
"Christ, what a set of knockers," Doc said.
"They're yours, honey," Evelyn said. "God, they get so hard and excited when you play with them like that."
Beth looked down at her own. The nipples were suddenly hard and stood out like buttons. She was mad, yet she was excited, and leaned forward so she could hear better.
"Damn, you're really wet, baby. Can you feel my finger in there?"
"God yessss! Finger fuck me, darling."
"I'd rather fuck you with my cock."
"Well, do it!"
"Haven't got time, baby. Got an appointment with John Carson the banker in thirty minutes. Maybe afterwards, but gotta get moving now. Get your stuff together."
"I can't go with you. I told you Fred was picking me up at three. Remember?"
"Shit, I forgot. I gotta have a secretary with me. Carson expects it. Guess we'll have to lock up so Beth can go."
Like shit I'll go, Beth thought.
"She's not really ready yet. She still…"
Beth slammed off the intercom. "Not ready," she said. "Fuck, I'm ten times the secretary that slut is."
Doc opened the door and came out. Beth could see Evelyn, her blouse unbuttoned all the way, her brassiere pushed up over her huge tits.
"Hey, Beth, I have a very important conference with John Carson and I gotta have a girl… a secretary with me. He expects it. Very business like, you know."
"Do you think I'm ready?" she said huffily.
Doc looked at her. Now why would she ask that? It was almost as if she'd been listening, or maybe she knew why he was taking her. "Hell yes, you're a better secretary than Evelyn," he said. "Uh, better take a note pad. Evelyn can lock up when she leaves."
Beth definitely was not going with the two-timing prick, yet here she was in his car, pad in hand. The little car was low-slung, bucket seated and she had to sit careful to keep her skirt down.
Couldn't have her bare pussy showing.
On the way over, he told her about the shopping center complex he was putting together, emphasizing the importance of an ace in the hole in case Zarie backed out. Carson was well healed and ready to invest if he was treated right.
Doc pulled into the underground lot and parked. He leaned over and kissed her. She was stiff at first, but quickly softened against his lips. She took his tongue greedily. His hand fell on her knee, slowly gliding up her thigh.
"Jesus, Beth, no pants," he said.
"Don't touch me there, Doc. Don't get me started or you won't be able to get me stopped."
"Afterwards," he said.
"I don't like playing second fiddle, especially to Evelyn."
"What gave you a dumb idea like that?"
"Weren't you going to take her first?"
"Fuck no. Why would I do that?"
"Well…" Beth was seething inside, but she didn't want to say more or he would suspect she was listening. "Okay, but only because we both know I'm twice the secretary Evelyn is."
"Secretary? Oh, yeh." He opened the car door. "Let's go."
On the elevator, Doc had misgivings. Maybe he shouldn't have brought her along. She could screw everything up. She actually thought he brought her to be a secretary. He couldn't believe a girl could reach twenty years old, get married, cheat on her husband, and still be so naive. It just didn't seem possible.
They rode the elevator to the penthouse. Carson answered the door. Doc grinned, pleased at the obvious approval in Carson's eyes. Beth was surprised, too. She had expected a much older man.
Carson was a good looking man, graying gracefully at the temples. He looked younger than his forty-three years, especially when he removed the Ben Franklin glasses he was wearing.
"I don't need these to see how beautiful you are," he said to Beth. She blushed. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Yes, I need one," she said without looking at Doc. "Whiskey on the rocks will be fine." She was still angry with Doc.
She finished her drink quickly and accepted another. We won't get much work done at this rate, she thought.
She walked around the large sunken room. It was positively plush. "Your apartment is magnificent," she said.
"I like it," he said. He took her arm in his. "I'll show you around. The bedrooms are particularly nice."
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.
He let the first two wads spill in her cunt then pulled out and milked the remainder into the thick fuzz. He looked at her belly and saw the tightness relax, heard her sigh. She had made it again. She was one hot jump, the best Doc had ever brought around. He rolled off and lay panting on his back.
"Hey, Doc," he called, "come in and get some of this. She's hot and ready. I opened her up good for you."
Beth heard him call, but she couldn't believe it, not a gang bang, not Doc, he wouldn't. She suddenly felt very drunk and very weak. She had made it twice with Carson and the itch was gone, at least for the moment. She felt dizzy and a little sick.
Doc was naked when he entered the room. He looked at her there on her back, open, ready. Her legs were flopped wide and her pussy looked red and angry, the white slick goo making it a wet, sticky mess. She had a beautiful cunt.
Beth felt the bed sink under his weight and opened her eyes to see him on his knees between her legs. His cock was hard and thrusting out. "No, Doc, please," she murmured as he came down.
"Put it in," Doc ordered.
Her hand found his prick and guided it in. She felt it sliding in and sighed. It did feel good. Her fingers were still at her cunt, their tips pressing at the erect nubbin of hot flesh pushing from her lips. She lay perfectly still, letting him fuck her while her fingers played. She was almost there again. She ground her teeth together and grunted. It was such a sharp feeling, so intense, so fucking gut ripping.
"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.