Pam and Scott had a wonderful time visiting Los Angeles. During the day, while Russ and Barb were away at work, they slept late and had great sex. Then, in the afternoons they played tourist, going to Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and the beach at Venice. During the evenings, the two couples went out together, hitting Westwood and driving down the coast for a fancy dinner in Newport Beach.
After a few days of running here and there and seeing this and that, everyone agreed that it would be fun to have a nice dinner at home. Both Pam and Barb loved to cook so they decided to eat in and invite Barb's sister, Beth, over too.
Beth lived alone and hated to cook so she accepted the invitation gladly. She was also anxious to meet Pam and Scott, especially Scott. She'd heard that he was really something and she wanted to check him out and discover if he found marriage a completely fulfilling arrangement.
The dinner was delicious and all through the meal Beth did her best to make her wishes known to Scott. She laughed hard at all his silly jokes and brushed against him as she passed the food across the table. Then, just to make sure, she played footsie with him, taking off her little shoe and running her stockinged foot up and down his sturdy leg.
But Scott needed nowhere near so much encouragement. Although he'd been married less than a week, that old roving eye of his was at work already. He'd pegged Beth as a hot little piece of ass the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. He was only waiting for the right moment to drag her off in a corner somewhere and fuck her brains out.
In every way, Beth was the exact opposite of Pam. She was very petite, Scott guessed around five feet tall, with a little girl's face. Her figure was great but everything was in miniature because of her size. When Scott imagined how small and tight her pussy probably was, it nearly made him come right there at the table.
"Ready for dessert?" Pam chimed, bursting in on his lecherous thoughts.
Pam brought out a home-made berry cobbler. Scott and Beth gobbled theirs down, the lust smoldering for each other. Then, while the others chatted merrily, Scott watched in amazement as Beth stared right at him and let her second plate of cobbler slide purposely down the front of her pretty white dress.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, jumping up. "I'm such a clod! Excuse me while I clean this up in the bathroom."
She looked at Scott meaningfully and he got her message.
"Here, let me help you," he said quickly. The others looked at him with mixed emotions as he stood up to follow Beth down the hall. Russ' face showed envy, Barb's suspicion, and Pam, although rather worried, said, "Thank you, darling, that's very sweet of you."
So, with his wife's blessing, he dashed toward the bathroom and Beth. When he got there, she had already taken her soiled dress off and was standing in only her white high-heels and, surprisingly, a white garterbelt and stockings.
"Whoa!" Scott exclaimed, shutting the door quietly. "What have we here?"
"God, I'm so hot for you," Beth gushed, throwing her little arms around his waist. "You're everything I'd hoped you'd be!"
Scott picked her tip in his arms and brought her mouth to his. Her tongue went wild the moment their lips met, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs and kissed him as if her life depended on it.
Scott returned her ardor. She was very soft and very nice to squeeze and so he did, running his hands up and down her back underneath the silky curtain of her long, luscious hair.
"We have to hurry," Beth said, panting softly, "we can't stay in here too long."
"Don't worry too much, honey," Scott said, running one hand up between her nearly naked legs, "I don't think anyone will come looking."
"Mmmmmm," Beth moaned, licking down the side of his neck and tasting his salty, masculine flavor. "How do you wanna do it?"
Scott looked around. There was hardly room to lay down and Beth was too short to fuck standing up. Then his eyes hit upon the closed toilet seat and he carried her over there.
"Stand on this, baby, and everything will line up just right, I think," he said, guiding her downward.
Beth stood on the white porcelain throne like a perfect Goddess on a pedestal. Her little pink tits jiggled as Scott let her down and then stepped back to look at her.
"You're lovely," he said, dropping his pants and stepping out of them and his shorts. "Pink perfection."
Naked from the waist down, he stepped up to her. His cock stood straight up. When he leaned against Beth to kiss her again, she was just a little taller than he was and his cock bobbed right against her upper thigh.
Hungrily they kissed, sucking on each other's tongue. While they frenched, Beth's hand took hold of his prick and stroked it, waxing more strengthening blood into its meaty core. Scott's hands were everywhere on her body, finally ending up on the tight, round cheeks of her ass. When Beth bent her knees and drew his cock toward her blonde, fuzzy pussy, Scott pulled her tighter to him, his hands spanning her entire ass.
She lifted one leg slightly to let his cock surge into her. Then, once it was inside, she stood straight up again, nearly strangling Scott's big prick with her small, hot pussy.
Beth's pussy immediately put a death grip on Scott's prick-shaft and it was a moment before he could even trust himself to start fucking her.
"Jesus, that's tight!" he gasped, bending his knees and pulling his cock from her pussy-grip just a bit. "Christ!"
In all the cunts he'd fucked, Scott didn't think he'd ever dipped his cock in one so incredibly small as Beth's. He was almost afraid to pull his prick out of her, for fear her pussy might tear it right off.
But Beth wouldn't let him not fuck her. While he grew accustomed to the tight fit, she grew impatient and started squatting and then straightening up, fucking herself on his wonderful prick. After a few quick-strokes, her soft pussy was slick with juices and, while still excruciatingly tight, it was more fuckable and Scott got into the act, too.
"Oh yeah," she sighed, bouncing with him as he set up his usual quick, sure, fucking tempo. "Oh yeah!"
He kept his hands on her ass and thighs, making sure she didn't fall as the fucking tempo picked up pace. Whenever he glanced up at her face, he saw that her blue eyes were closed, her forehead wrinkled with concentration and her front teeth clamped over her bottom lip with lust. Small whimpers of excitement and, Scott assumed, pleasure, came from her open mouth.
His prick jammed up into her, fucking straight up into the air. He thrust with his hips, and she bent and unbent her knees, keeping his cock moving back and forth through the tight tunnel of her young cunt.
As their rhythm got established, Scott let one hand move around her body, away from her wiggling little ass. The fingers on the hand remaining on her ass spread out, covering mast of the creamy flesh there. The freed hand came in between their humping bodies, in search of her perky tits. When he found them, his rough fingers wrapped around her nipples.
For the first time, then, he thought of Pam. Beth's tits were nothing like his wife's tits. They were little upthrusting cones, the ends swollen with sweetness. He squeezed her nipples. Then he smashed the little cones, one at a time, flat against her small chest. She felt so small and frail he felt sure he could have broken her in half had he wanted to, and that fact turned him on, stroking his macho streak and making him fuck her with new vigor.
"Ohhh!" Beth sighed, almost jumping up and down on his big prick. "God, you're a good fucker."
Beth's thin arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping their bodies close together. His fingers were trapped between their sweaty fronts, hers so soft and smooth and his with just a moderate dusting of hair. Beth twisted her torso from side to side, sliding her tits from his grip and tickling them with his dark chest pelt. She liked a man with a little hair, but she hated fucking gorillas!
His prick went very deep inside of her, so deep she felt like his cock-head might pop out of her opened mouth at any second. She felt taken over by Scott's prick and the fact that he was a married man, a newly married man, bothered her not in the least.
Her dress flopped over the edge of the sink, sopping wet. Beth had bought that dress especially for tonight but now, as Scott's prick continually trenched out her eager little cunt, she didn't even care that it had been ruined. It had served its purpose and gotten her just what she'd wanted.
She bent one knee and lifted it up, running her smooth inner thigh along the outside of one of his sturdy legs. His prick shifted slightly inside of her and both fuckers groaned. Then Beth wiggled herself into just the right position so that her little clit was caressed as Scott plowed his mighty prick in and out of her juicing, pink cunt-hole.
"Ahhhm, that's it," she moaned, feeling a new surge of excitement when her clit was brought into the fucking action. "Just keep doing that, big boy, and I'll be coming like you won't believe."
"Mmmm, all right, baby," Scott huffed. "Just keep the noise down, huh?"
Beth didn't hear his warning, she was too caught up in the desires of her own body. She fucked around quite a bit, but she knew that studs like Scott didn't come knocking at her door all that often.
She was pumping up and down on his big prick, her ass poking out and then fucking back in with every stroke. The end of his prick was thundering against the end of her cunt-tunnel and each time it touched that ultra-sensitive spot she gasped involuntarily.
And, as their fucking got more fast and furious, Scott touched her there more often and the small, tiled room raged with her lust-laden groans.
"Easy, baby, take it easy!" Scott cautioned. But he knew, too, how good their fucking was. Given a choice he too would have let loose with great grunts and howls of joy. Beth's little pussy still created a new kind of excitement in his prick, but he knew, too, that he had to be more careful than she did. After all, his wife was only a short trip down the ball, and, although he didn't expect her to come looking for him, he didn't want to make her have to, either.
Not wanting to press their luck by staying in the bathroom too much longer, Scott stepped up his frenzied fucking. He knew that Beth's clit was right in the line of fire now, and he made sure the base of his prick bumped against it good and often. Already he could feel her shuddering and shaking with the kind of internal quaking he had long ago learned to recognize as impending female orgasm.
Scott forced all of his prick up inside of her and then rolled his hips. The little blonde leaned forward against Scott, pressing his hand tightly between their chests.
With all her weight against him, Scott just managed to maneuver his fingers. The tips rolled her nipples, sliding back and forth from one to the other. He thrummed and twisted and pulled, Beth's whimpering face bent down against the top of his head.
Her little cries of passion were like music to Scott's ears, and the more she whimpered, the harder and more diligently he worked her over with his fingers and his prick.
The hand on her ass slid around too. It covered her dancing ass-checks and probed at her asshole. Unlike Pam. Beth didn't say no when he tested her little ass. Excited by her willingness, he thrust one finger up her little brownie, making her jump and squeal with accentuate lust.
Scott grinned as he fucked her from both ends. She could barely move now, she was so taken over by his fucking. But she didn't need to do anything. His cock in her cunt and his finger up her ass kept her body in motion. He tossed her from one to the other end, limp with lust, Beth did little more than moan and sigh her appreciation.
Her ass hole was tight and much drier than her cunt-hole. Briefly, Scott thought about pulling his prick out of her cunt and jamming it right up her ass. Somehow, he didn't think a hot little number like Beth would mind. But, when he tried to take his cock out of her pussy, he found that his own body wouldn't let him. He was closer to coming himself than he had thought. If he too his prick out of her now he was likely to send his load flying against the wall instead of anywhere inside of Beth.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" Beth mumbled, her clit thumping against his prick time and again. "I'm in heaven, I'm dying, oh my God, oh my God!"
Fearing her cries might blow their cover before he could blow his wad, Scott moved his band from her stiff-nippled tits up over her gaping mouth. He pressed his palm against her soft lips and Beth sank her teeth into it, nearly making him cry out.
But the pain in his hand was forgotten as Beth began climaxing with a power Scott hadn't seen in years. She snorted and snuffled against his cupping hand and her body thrashed so madly he thought they would both end up on the floor. His finger was jammed way up into her asshole and he swore he could feel the shuddering of her cunt with it.
His cock, through, took the entire fury of her orgasm, Scott thought her powerful contractions might wring his prick right off of his body.
"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" she cried, her screams loud, despite his hand.
Scott held on, humping her from beginning to end of her mind-blowing climax. Sweat rings formed under the arms of his shirt, but he didn't notice. He just closed his eyes and kept on thrusting, hoping that all his years of practice and experience would be enough to satisfy this little blonde wildcat.
She gnawed at his hand like an animal, her cunt bathing his surging prick in its slick, savory juices. Then, slowly, her dancing shudders began to ebb, slowing and losing some of their intensity.
At that point, Scott let loose. His balls bucked and a great rain of white cum-cream fell inside of Beth's pussy. To keep his own lusty moans down to a minimum, Scott bit his lip and held his mouth tightly closed. He panted through his nose, giving vent to some of his built-up fucking pressure, lest he explode. But the majority of his fucking power blasted out of his prick, showing Beth no mercy.
When, at last, they stood trembling together, his prick slithering from her pussy and dripping on the rug, they again realized the situation they had put themselves in. Beth saw her dress soaking in a pink puddle of water in the sink and it all came back to her.
"What do we do now?" she asked, watching as Scott casually hitched up his pants.
"Here," he said, tossing her a towel, "clean yourself up and put this on. We'll tell 'em we rubbed real hard, but the juice wouldn't come out."
He laughed at his own weak joke and then strode out the door, leaving Beth standing on the toilet, a rivulet of come running dawn her right inner thigh, a pink towel clutched in her hands.