25 comments/ 106503 views/ 21 favorites Bimbo Beth By: ISawYourMommy The three women pushed through the exit doors of the Sound Bar, weaved their way through the lines of people awaiting entry, and hailed a cab as an L train, sparks cascading from beneath its undercarriage, lumbered across the tracks above. Piling into the back seat after her friends, Beth pulled the cab door shut behind her and fished the cell phone from her pink Prada handbag. She flipped it open and, careful not to chip her freshly manicured nails, dialed the connection to her voicemail. "Hey, honey," began the first message. "Just calling to check in. I tried the house but got voicemail. Anyway, I've got a ten a.m. flight tomorrow and should be on the ground by noon or so. Give me a call on my cell, or I'll see you when I get home." As the cab turned west onto Chicago Avenue, Beth lowered the phone from her ear and punched "7" on the keypad to delete the message. Her slender fingers brushing a few loose strands of her platinum hair from her cheek, she put the phone back to her ear and listened to the second message. "Beth, this is Dan. Stacy Donovan gave me your number. Said to call if I wanted to get together; that you'd be expecting my call. I know its short notice, but if you're free tonight . . . Well, anyway. Give me a call. My number should be on your Caller ID." She again cleared the message, folded the phone, and tucked it away in her handbag. She stared out the rain-streaked window as the cab passed Japonaise and crossed the north branch of the Chicago River. Her mind drifted as she thought about the competing phone calls, one from her husband, the other from Stacy's young fuck-toy. The dilemma that presented itself wreaked havoc on her simple mind but after a few moments of torturous contemplation, she shook it off. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Four," Mandy responded, checking her make-up in a compact, using the glare from the passing streetlights to reapply her lip gloss. "For more drinks, stupid," Beth said laughingly. Mandy rolled her eyes as she explained. "No. Four. F-O-U-R." "Four?" Beth's brows knitted. She shifted on the bench seat, the tight Seven jeans uncomfortable in her seated position. "Yeah. It's kinda new. New since you moved to burbs, anyway. It's up on Division, near Ashland. "Hmph. Never heard of it." Chrissy, sitting between them, laughed. "That's 'cause you rarely get downtown, Beth. Gotta get out once in a while. Live a little." As the Checker taxi streaked up Milwaukee Avenue, Beth's gaze wandered to the window again. She fumed at Chrissy's comment. Mandy and Chrissy were old friends and the three women had just passed the mid-thirties mark. Mandy's husband had left her a few years back and Chrissy was still single. Beth felt they were jealous of her, having a husband with a nice salary and a big house in the suburbs. 'Live a little?' she steamed. 'Fuck you, Chrissy.' The cab pulled up on the corner of the six-way intersection of Milwaukee, Division and Ashland and, after tossing a ten-dollar bill the cabbie's way, the girls piled out, crossed the street and strutted the half-block toward Four. Before they arrived at the door, Beth stopped and tucked herself in a doorway, seeking shelter from the light drizzle. "Hey, guys. I'll be in in a sec. I need to make a call real quick." "Okay, sweetie," Mandy called over her shoulder as the bouncer waived her and Chrissy past the wet line waiting to get in. Once Mandy and Chrissy were out of sight, Beth opened her cell phone and pulled up the "received calls" log. There was no name attached to the most recent call and she didn't recognize the number. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, her breasts jutting forth, then exhaled, all the while watching the cars flash by on Division. Having resolved the conflict in her mind, she shrugged her shoulders, hit "Send" on the phone's keypad and put it to her ear. * * * In his condo in Lincoln Park, Dan had just stepped from the shower and was toweling off when the phone rang. He walked from his bathroom into the bedroom and retrieved the chirping phone from his bedside table. "Hello?" he answered, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Um, hi. Dan? This is Beth." A smile crept across his face at the sound of the soft voice. It had an innocent quality to it, high-pitched without being squeaky. "Hi, Beth." "Uh. How are you?" "I'm doing well. How about you?" "I'm, uh, I'm fine. Just out with some friends." "Havin' fun?" he asked, falling back onto the bed, the towel still draped around him. "Yeah, I guess. It's all right." "Doesn't sound too fun." "Um, well, you know. Same ol', same ol'." Dan hesitated before responding. 'Slow and steady wins the race?' he wondered. 'Or the early bird gets the worm?' "Wanna come over?" he asked, making up his mind almost before the questions formed. "Well, uh, sure. I guess." Dan laughed lightheartedly. "Don't sound too enthused." This time it was Beth who hesitated. "What do you. . ." she began, before Dan interrupted her. "Excited. Don't sound too excited." "Oh, yeah." Beth laughed, having gotten it. "It's not that. It's just, well, just that I don't know where you live or anything like that." "Well, I'll tell you and you can hop in a cab. How's that sound?" Dan pushed himself off the comfortable bed and walked to his dresser, pulling a pair of boxers from the top drawer. "Um, sure. That'd be great." He grunted out his address while pulling the boxers and then a pair of gray cotton shorts over his muscular hips. "Okay," Beth said. "I'll be there in a little bit." * * * As Dan hung up the phone, Beth stood on the sidewalk in front of Four, repeating his address over and over again in her head, a slender arm waving above her head trying to find a cab. Her thick nipples stood erect in the unseasonable but still cool evening breeze. It took only a moment for a taxi to spot the little blonde strumpet and swerve hard to the curb. She climbed into the cab and as it accelerated away from the curb, she gave a mental wave goodbye to her friends. 'How's this for living, you bitch?' she asked Chrissy. * * * Pulling a tee-shirt over his head, Dan wandered into his living room, muted the television and turned on the stereo. A few minutes later, his phone rang; the pizza had arrived. After he paid the delivery guy, he filled a plate with slices of pizza and sat in front of the TV as he recalled Beth. He had met her husband several years ago at a party hosted by one of his father's friends, Keith Thomason; Beth's husband worked for Mr. Thomason. He was, in a word, an asshole; a habitual drunk and womanizer who, with his heavy travel schedule, cheated on his wife as often as he could. It turned out that Beth was no better in the fidelity department. Before Keith's wife, Stacy, had left for Naples for the winter months, she had given Dan Beth's number, urging him to call her if he desired. This particular evening, after having seen his old fuck-buddy Kelly in the Elephant & Castle, that desire blossomed. Dan's cock stirred in his pants when his land-line chirped twice, indicating someone calling from the secured entrance downstairs. After buzzing her in, he took his plate into the kitchen before opening the door, waiting for Beth to step from the elevator. He heard the elevator ding and, a moment later, Beth turned the corner and strode the thirty feet towards his door. Dan mentally gasped as she came into view. He knew her to be thirty-five, maybe thirty-six, but she had aged well. A pair of leopard print spike heels donned her small feet and tight jeans clung to her well-toned legs. A form-fitting tee-shirt that looked as though it came from Baby Gap hugged her torso, accentuating a massive pair of surgically enhanced breasts that jiggled just slightly as she strode down the hallway. Dan figured that she must be wearing a paper-thin bra, designed to be invisible beneath the tight shirt, insofar as it failed to conceal her hardened nipples. "What, no coat?" Dan asked by way of introduction. Beth laughed as she came to a stop before him and shrugged her shoulders; the movement caused her large breasts to rise and fall on her trim torso. "I'm always afraid I'll lose it, or someone will steal it," she answered, her voice delicate, feminine. Dan extended his hand and she took it with a single-pump shake. "Nice to meet you," he said. Though her fingers were cool, her flesh was soft, supple. "Um, you, too." Dan released her hand and stepped aside to allow her entry. As she passed, her perfume wafted through his nostrils and he inhaled deeply. Her scent reminded him a gentlemen's club he had recently visited in Atlanta, that elusive scent worn by strippers the world over. Beth stepped into the living room and turned to face him, her bag still slung over her shoulder. "Here, let me take that for you," he said, approaching her. "Thanks. I've heard a lot about you," she announced, her thin jaw working on a piece of Juicyfruit. "From Stacy, I mean." "Great lady," he proclaimed over his shoulder as he stepped into the living room and placed her handbag on the coffee table. "I've known her for years. Practically grew up with her husband." "Uh, yeah. That's what she said. She and I really get along good. We see each other a lot. My husband, his name is Rick, he works for Keith." "I know. I met your husband a few years back at the Thomason's." He returned to the foyer and beckoned the little tart to follow him. "Come on. Follow me into the kitchen. Can I get you a drink?" "Uh, sure. I'll have a beer or something, if you have any." Beth followed him into the kitchen and took a seat at one of the bar stools on the dining side of the kitchen's island. "Anyway, I met him – and maybe you, too – at some party the Thomasons were throwing," Dan explained, pulling two beers from the refrigerator, popping the tops, and setting one on the island in front of her. Beth blushed slightly at the continued discussion of her husband. Part of her was embarrassed. She knew, and Dan knew, that she was here for one thing: to spread her legs. Discussing her husband with the young man she was about to debase herself for was a little uncomfortable for her, but not really anything new. Beth took a swig from the bottle, her shiny pink lips pursed around the head of it, and set it on the counter. "So, where's Rick tonight?" "Traveling," she informed him, twirling platinum tresses between her pink fingernails. "Does he travel a lot?" "Here and there, I guess." Beth took another drink of her beer, looking around Dan's condo. From her perch on the bar stool, she could see into the living room and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. "Must be kind of boring for you, huh?" "Nah, it's okay. I have lots of friends and we go out and do stuff." Dan mentally rolled his eyes. 'Oh, Stacy. What did you get me into? This chick better fuck like a minx for me to put up with this crap.' Aloud, he asked, "What kind of stuff?" "Shopping, spa days, getting our nails done. You know, stuff like that. See, I got my nails done today." With child-like excitement, Beth spread her fingers, hands palm down on the granite countertop. "Pink. It's my favorite color." "I can see that," Dan murmured, his cock stirring in his pants at the contrast between the lovely but none-too-bright woman's beautifully manicured hands, adorned with gold engagement and wedding rings, against the deep black countertop. 'Married pink is my favorite color,' he thought to himself. "So . . .," he said aloud, draining his beer and pulling another from the refrigerator. "So . . .," she mimed him. Beth took a deep breath, put the bottle to her full lips, and finished it off. Setting it on the counter, she smiled at him, an odd mix of coy and alluring. "Mind if I get another beer?" she asked, sliding off the barstool and sauntering around the island toward Dan and the refrigerator. "'Course not." Beth smiled again before pulling the door open. She bent and grabbed another beer from the shelf. Turning to face him, she twisted the top off and took a sip. She took a step closer to him and her free hand reached out, her polished fingertips grazing across his muscled chest. "You didn't really invite me over here to share beer with you, did you?" she inquired, a glint in her eye, her head cocked to one side, her hips to the other. Her soulful baby blue eyes staring up at him, Dan shrugged and smiled before bringing the bottle to his lips. Beth smiled back, her pink, wet-look lips parting to reveal gleaming white teeth. She moved across the kitchen and deposited the bottle cap in a trash can before leaning a denim-clad hip against a counter. She folded her lean, tanned arms beneath her generous breasts, causing them to swell in the tight top. She arched an eyebrow waiting for a verbal response and, when she didn't get one, pushed away from the counter. She ambled back across the kitchen to him, her hips swaying provocatively, and set her bottle on the countertop. Beth stood before him, her breasts, engorged nipples evident through the thin fabric, almost touching the top of his stomach. She looked up at him and tilted her head to one side, a look of lustful amusement passing through her glimmering eyes, across her full lips. "Is that a no?" she whispered, running a pink manicured finger down the center of his chest, following the contours of his stomach muscles, stopping just above his bellybutton. A chill ran up Dan's spine. He merely shook his head. Beth mimicked his actions, her bright blonde hair brushing across her shoulders as she shook her head in time with his. "No . . . I didn't think so." She traced her finger back up to his chest, across the top of his pectorals and around a crinkled nipple. The long nails of her left hand closed around it, tweaking him lightly, causing him to shudder. Beth dipped her head slightly, leaned into the young man and touched her lips – softly – to his tee-shirt covered chest. Her firm breasts squished against his stomach and she heard him groan from deep within. Up on her tip toes, her small hands and slender fingers spread across his chest, she brushed her lips along the neckline of Dan's shirt, her tongue straying from between her lips to swipe at his exposed flesh. He tilted his head slightly away from her and Beth's searching mouth closed around his earlobe, hot breath tickling his inner ear. "I know what you want me here for," she breathed, causing goose bumps to break out across his flesh. "Ugh," Dan managed to grunt, Beth's hands sliding down his chest, over his tense stomach muscles. "You wanna put this," she began, her voice barely audible as the long fingers of her right hand closed over the fabric encasing his pulsing shaft, "in my little married cunt." She bit hard on the last word. "Oohh, gawd," Dan groaned, his knees threatening to buckle. Beth lowered herself from her tip toes and slowly pulled the hem of his shirt up, exposing the smooth flesh of his stomach. She pulled the shirt higher and bent her head, trapping one of his nipples between her wet lips, swirling her hot tongue around the hardened flesh. Dan put a hand on the back of the older woman's head, pulling her face tighter against his chest. He gathered a handful of platinum tresses in his fist, ensuring that she stayed there. Her wet tongue manipulated the light brown flesh that surrounded his nipple while her hands caressed down his rib cage, long nails tickling his skin. When she reached the waistband of his gray cotton shorts, she hooked her manicured fingers in them and pulled down; with a whisper, they fell over his muscular legs before pooling at his ankles. Holding Dan's shirt above his waist, Beth knelt in a squatting position, his thickening cock bobbing before her angelic face. She looked up at him, again tilting her head to one side, their eyes meeting in anticipation. Her tongue darted out, swiping at the head of his cock, sending it bobbing again, and she giggled. Dan's eyes almost rolled up into his head and he threw his head back, eager for her touch. When his cock became still again, Beth's hands still at his stomach, her tongue idle, he righted his head and opened his eyes to find her staring at him. "Yes?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, her voice dripping with false innocence. His eyes pleaded. Her sparkling blue eyes still locked on his, she tilted her head further and brought her face beneath his protruding shaft, teasing him. His cock head brushed lightly against her lightly powdered cheek, leaving a faint trail of pre-cum along her skin. Her full, wet lips only millimeters from his hanging balls, her hot breath caressed the soft flesh of his bloated sac. She again arched an eyebrow at him, a playful look in her eyes. She ran her soft tongue across her pink lips before extending it, wiggling it gently against his balls. "Please," he moaned. Beth smiled sweetly and pulled her head back, the length of Dan's shaft running along her upper lip. She inhaled his just-showered scent deeply. "Goooood boooy," she murmured as the head of his cock passed beneath her nose, trailing a pearlescent stream of pre-cum behind it. When her pretty face had cleared the engorged shaft, she sat back on her haunches, her heels digging into her lean thighs. With her attention focused on Dan's cock still bobbing before her, Beth raised her left hand to it, slowly closing her fist around it while running her tongue over her upper lip. "Mmm," she moaned, savoring the taste of his sperm on her tongue. Seeing Beth's slender fingers – pink manicured nails and gold wedding and engagement rings – close around his shaft, Dan again threw his head back, nearly overcome with lust at the image. "Uuuhhhggg," he groaned. Below him, Beth merely smiled. "Tracy told me this'd be easy," she said quietly, rising to her feet with her fist still wrapped around Dan's cock, tugging it gently, enjoying its heat searing into her soft palm. "Wha?" Dan muttered, his tongue thick and dry. Beth pushed him against the counter, urging him up onto the island. "She said to flash this," she began, holding up her left hand, palm toward her, the diamonds of her engagement ring glittering in the bright overhead light of the kitchen. Dan pulled his tee-shirt over his head and threw it behind him. He then put his hands behind him and lifted himself to the countertop, his cock slipping from her grasp. "Flash this," she continued as he scooted back onto the island, "and he'll do anything – anything – you want, she said." Urging his legs apart, Beth moved between them and leaned over his prone body, bracing herself on one elbow. With her free left hand, she found his cock, standing erect, the tip glistening in pre-cum. She smoothed the pad of her index finger across the slit, slickening it with his fluid, and slowly traced a line down the underside of his shaft. "So, Dan . . . will you do anything – anything – I want?" Dan, bracing himself on his elbows, looked down his sculpted stomach at the adulterous woman and grunted and nodded his assent. Beth closed her fist around him again and tugged his foreskin downward; the head of his cock swelled and turned shiny and a stream of pre-cum leaked from the tip before coursing down the length of the shaft. Beth pulled her fist back up his length, collecting the natural lubricant on the way, smoothing it around the overheated flesh. "Will you slide this cock into me?" she asked him, her baby blue eyes fixated on the twitching shaft ensconced in her clenched fist. "Mm-hm." "Will you stretch my pretty little vagina?" she inquired, her long pink tongue darting out and bathing the purple head of his cock, collecting his leaking sperm from the open slit. Bimbo Beth "Uugghh," Dan grunted, his mind clouded with lust. "Will you spank me?" she whispered. "Yyeess," he hissed in return. "Good . . . I need to be spanked," she cooed, resting her head on Dan's thigh, her fist still stroking the young man's thick shaft. The softness of her hair tickled his thighs, sending a chill up his spine. "Know why?" she asked, her lustful eyes turning up to him, finding his screwed shut, his face contorted into a grimace. Dan shook his head from side to side. "'Cause I've been a baaaad girrrrl," she whispered before taking the bulbous head of his cock between her lips. Dan's eyes opened to see her mouth descend on him, to see his cock head slip between Beth's soft lips and into the warm confines of her mouth, but she quickly pulled back. "See these rings?" she inquired needlessly, rotating her fist around his shaft, still tugging at him, her speed increasing. "Yeah," he breathed. "My husband's traveling," she said, her lower lip folding out in a pout, "and here I am with you . . . your young, thick, naked cock just inches from my mouth . . . and guess what?" "Uuuggghhh," he groaned. "I'm gonna suck it . . . and I'm gonna fuck it . . . and I'm gonna let it cum . . . all over . . . my little . . . married . . . body." As the wicked words spilled across her lips, Beth's mouth fell quickly to Dan's pulsing shaft, taking his entire length until the overheated cock head bumped against the back of her throat. She left it there a moment, clamping her shiny, pink lips tightly around him and twisting her head back and forth, like a dog tearing meat from a bone. His pubic hair tickled her nose and the wet friction of her lips on his shaft caused Dan's hips to buck off the countertop. She pulled her mouth off him and rolled off her elbow, standing before him. Observing the pink ring of lipstick imprinted at the base of his shaft, she slid her hand beneath his balls, lifting them up. She gathered both cock and balls in her right fist and, bending, swept her tongue across the soft, taut flesh of his bulging sac. "Doesn't that make me a bad girl?" she asked softly, her left hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him vigorously. "Oh, fuck," Dan managed, his eyes locked on the blur of Beth's wedding and engagement rings as they sped along the length of his overheated cock. "That makes me a little whore, huh?" came her rhetorical reply as she bent further, sucking Dan's cock into her wet mouth. She bobbed her head once, twice, and pulled off, a gooey string of saliva stretching from her lower lip to the head of Dan's cock. "A little . . . cheating . . . cunt?" she snarled, not really asking a question, her eyes locked on the thick shaft before her. "Oohh, ggaawwdd," Dan groaned. His arms gave way and he fell to his back. "I thought so," she intoned. With her left hand still tugging viciously at the young man's cock, Beth used her right hand to push one of his thighs out and up. She bent again and ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and over his sperm-filled balls. She sucked one into her mouth, rolled it around her supple tongue, before spitting it out. Her saliva dripped down the flesh as she buried her nose in the soft sac, breathing deeply. Her tongue escaped her wet mouth, slithered under the other ball and sucked it and the first nut between her lips. "Mmm," she moaned, her mouth full, and then coaxed the saliva-drenched sac from her mouth again. "I love . . . young balls." Beth traced her tongue around the wrinkled sac and down the crevice where leg meets crotch. With her right hand, she spread his legs further, her tongue leaving a shiny trail of saliva along his inner thigh. She moved her head back up, dragging her wet lips along his flesh. "Oh, fuck," Dan moaned above her, his fingers gripping tightly to the edge of the island countertop. Beth released his aching cock from her left hand and it fell to his stomach with a smack. She lifted his balls into her palm before burying her face in his crotch again, her pink tongue caressing the ultra-sensitive flesh of his perineum. "Young assholes, too," she mumbled, her voice muffled, before she slid her tongue around the perimeter of Dan's asshole. He bucked violently when Beth's slithering tongue tickled his asshole. His balls fell from her palm, coming to rest on her cheek and the socket of her left eye. Below him, he heard her giggle before she wrapped her fist around his engorged shaft. Her tongue still teasing his crinkled asshole, Beth brutally tugged at the stiff flesh in her fist. "Cum!" she commanded, her voice muffled between his ass cheeks. Dan's hips jerked and his overheated cock spat a thick stream of sperm straight up in the air. The ropey pearlescence fell across his stomach and her fingers, bathing her wedding and engagement rings in the sticky fluid, as Beth's tightly wrapped fist continued its assault on the convulsing shaft. Second and third streams of cum ejected from the open tip of his cock, saturating her tanned fist, before easing to a dribble. Beth pulled her face from Dan's crotch and stood before him, her massive breasts still trapped in the Baby Gap tee-shirt. She bent again, her soft, pink tongue slithering from between her lips, and lapped the hot, chlorine scented sperm from his stomach, then from her fingers. "Nasty enough for you?" she asked hopefully as Dan pushed himself up on his elbows and began to slide off the island. "Stacy told me you like it filthy." Beth pushed away from the counter, rolling her hips against the edge of the counter until her tight little bottom rested against it. Dan slid off the counter took the adulterous slut's hand and led her into the living room, the obscenely large diamond of her engagement ring cutting into his palm. As they approached the couch, he passed her and fell onto it, his softening but still thick cock lulled against his thigh, the remnants of his orgasm leaking from the tip of his cock head. Beth stood before him and, with a bemused expression on her face, slipped the heels off her little feet. "Think you can get that thing hard for me again?" she asked, pulling her belt from the buckle and unbuttoning her jeans. With a raised eyebrow, she hooked her manicured thumbs into the side of the denim and wiggled her hips, coaxing the snug material down her shapely thighs. As they fell, revealing a moistened, pink thong barely wide enough to hide her vagina, she stepped from them and drew one leg over Dan's lap, straddling him. Beth brought her lithe arms behind the young man's neck and leaned into him, her soft, platinum locks brushing over his face. She lowered her face to his and parted her lips, her wet, pink tongue darting out and tracing an outline around his mouth. Dan groaned, the softness and heat of her tongue and the scent of her lotion almost overpowering. His hands fell to her bare hips when Beth ground her wet crotch against his thickening shaft. "I feel you," she whispered into his mouth, her delicate voice barely audible. "I feel you growing, pressing against me." She ground against him harder and her thong caught on the ridges of the smoldering shaft, pulling it aside. Her vaginal fluid dripped from between her sopping lips, coating the veiny shaft, and Dan arched his hips, longing to feel the married woman's overheated hole envelop him. His hands slid up her rib cage, slowing traveling along the form-fitting fabric that still clung to her torso. Above him, Beth arched her back ever so slightly, allowing his roaming hands access to the mounds of flesh bolted to her chest. "Oohh, yyeess," she hissed as the strong hands caressed her saline-filled breasts, circling ever closer to her distended nipples. When Dan's forefingers and thumbs closed around the protruding buds, pinching them lightly, Beth collapsed her chest against his, trapping his hands where they were. She sank her slithering tongue into his mouth, groaning when he twisted her nipples outward. Beth suddenly sat straight up, her hips grinding against Dan's blood-engorged shaft, her slick labia gliding along the veiny flesh. She pulled the baby-tee over her head, bringing her bra-less breasts into the cool air of Dan's living room. Tossing the tee to the side, she again dropped her torso onto the young man, this time pulling his delighted face between her massive breasts, a hand behind his head, pulling him closer to her. She felt his hot breath on her soft flesh and shifted herself to the left, sighing deeply as Dan's lips closed around one of her fat nipples. "Uuhhgg," he groaned beneath the cheating woman. Dan's eyes rolled into his head with the scent of her, the soft, moisturized texture of her cleavage. When he felt a thick nipple brush at his mouth, he parted his lips and sucked the bud between his teeth, nibbling lightly at it. One hand returned to her inflated chest, kneading her other breast, while the other hand sank into the soft flesh of her hip, pulling her sodden vagina against his pulsing shaft. "You like?" she whispered from above him, swirling her hips around his crotch, smearing him with her copious vaginal secretions. "Mm-hm," Dan managed while nodding his head. Beth's nipple was still trapped between his teeth and the nodding of his head pulled at it, tugging her breast into a deformed state. "Rick does, too," she cooed into his ear, her platinum locks cascading over his head, forming a cave in which he nibbled at her turgid nipples. "Mmmmm." "He didn't even know . . . I was . . . getting them." Beth's voice became ragged with the constant stroking of Dan's cock against the sopping, bald lips of her cunt. Eager for more, she ground her crotch at the young man, feeling her lips spread around the thick tube pressing at her entrance. "Came home . . . from a trip . . . and found . . . that his little wife . . . had gone from . . . a C-cup . . . to a DD." Dan groaned into the titflesh that molded itself to his face, a thick nipple trapped between his lightly biting teeth. "Oohh, yyeess," she hissed when he increased the pressure on her nipple. "Harder . . . suck harder . . . yyyyeeeessss!!!!" Abruptly, Dan released the saliva-soaked nipple from his mouth and gently pushed Beth away from him, off his lap. He followed her off the couch and guided her toward the leather arm chair on the other side of the coffee table. As she approached it, Beth began to turn to face him but Dan took hold of her shoulders and eased her onto the chair so she was facing away from him. Her knees fell to the leather and she leaned her torso into the back of it, her blown-up tits resting on the top of the chair back, nipples erect and throbbing. Stepping up behind her, Dan brought his hand back and then smacked her ass. Beth giggled and turned to look over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes on fire with lust. "Yyeeaahh," she intoned. "Told you I needed a spanking." "'Cause you're a bad girl, right?" he responded, needlessly. "Mm-hm," she answered, her head nodding up and down. Dan's hand, still on her rippling ass cheek, slid down her lithe thigh and traced lightly from one to the next. Beneath him, Beth shivered at the sensation and then gasped as he ran a finger through the hairless crevice formed by her cunt lips. "A bad wife is more like it, huh, slut? A bad, nasty, cheating wife?" Beth dropped her pretty face to her crossed arms, resting her cheek on a forearm. Outside, the storm had passed and through the rain-streaked floor-to-ceiling window she saw a couple walking hand-in-hand through the park across the street from Dan's condo. She shuddered at the thought of the couple looking up into this window and seeing her draped over the back of this chair, her nipples thick with excitement, her hair a tangled mess. As these thoughts coursed through her brain, Dan ran his index finger down through the furrow of her cunt, stopping just before his fingerpad grazed across her burning clit. Beth whimpered and wiggled her hips in a fruitless effort to get him to apply pressure to her throbbing, blood-engorged clit. "Why are you wiggling you hips, slut?" he asked her, taunting the adulterous woman. "Put your finger . . . in me," she breathed, her torso heaving with short breaths. Her predicament and Dan's roaming fingers caused her cunt to moisten further, and she felt a trickle of vaginal fluid leak from between her sodden cunt lips and slowly slide down the inside of her thigh. Dan did not accede to her wishes but did allow the tip of his index finger to glide across her juice-coated clit. Beth let a deep sigh escape from her lips and her eyes eased closed in bliss. When he strummed his finger across the distended bud, Beth bucked her hips violently. She pulled her head from her arms and tossed it back, her platinum locks whipping over her shoulder and lashing at her sweat-streaked back. "Oohh, ggaawwdd, yyeess!" she moaned, her tits thrust forward, a stream of sweat dripping from one of her nipples and falling to the chocolate brown leather, discoloring it. Dan withdrew his hand and slid it around her supple thigh, wedging it between her shaking legs. He found her clit again and trapped it between two fingers, jerking his hand back-and-forth. "Uugghh!!" she grunted. With his free hand, he found her sodden hole from the rear and slid two fingers up through her now-splayed cunt lips, saturating them in her fluids. When he slid one of the lubricated fingers into her sopping hole, Beth's eyes flew open at the sudden intrusion. "Oh, fuck, yeah . . . just like that!!" she almost screamed through clenched teeth. Below the window, across the street in the park, Beth saw the couple come to a stop and look in the general direction of Dan's condo. Dan saw them, too, and before Beth could scramble off the chair and slither into darkness, hiding her naked body from prying eyes, Dan slid a second finger into her cunt, distorting her hairless cunt lips. Leaning over her sweaty back, he taunted the woman further, whispering into her ear. "They can see you, slut. . . They can see the sweat dripping from these nipples . . . I wonder if they can see your engagement ring." "Oohh, ggaawwdd, nnoo," the unfaithful whore whimpered, her body quivering against the onslaught on her cunt. She screwed her eyes shut to ward off the embarrassment, the debasement that she reveled in. "Oh, yeah," he continued and slid a third finger into her abused hole, the fingers on her clit increasing their speed, their pressure. Beneath him, Beth trembled on shaky knees and she threw her head back again, her cunt convulsing around the three-fingered battering. * * * Jeff and Kim Malone were out for a leisurely walk. They had been cooped up most of the night due to the rain and were eager for some fresh air. Though still March, the temperature was comfortable enough to afford them a nice stroll through the park. As they came out from underneath the canopy of trees on the far side of the park, consciously avoiding the puddles of water, Kim looked up to see a clear sky, the clouds having receded. As her eyes dropped back to earth, they caught the glimmer of something in a window and paused there. When she realized what she was witnessing, she came up short, grabbing Jeff by the arm. "Honey, look at that." Jeff paused his stride when his wife tugged at the sleeve of his windbreaker. Looking up caused his cock to stir in his pants. The light from the street did not afford him a clear picture, but he knew massive tits when he saw them. The woman appeared to be on all fours and he assumed that there was a man behind her, fucking her, but he could not see much past the gyrating woman, the rest of the room behind her cast in shadows. "You'd think they'd use the bedroom," Kim chided. "That's what bedrooms are for, don't you agree, honey? You make love to your husband or your wife in the bedroom." * * * "They probably think I'm your husband," Dan teased the married woman whose unfaithful vagina was quaking around his fingers at that moment. "P-p-please . . . s-s-stop," Beth whined. But her body betrayed her words. As the fingers of Dan's right hand sped across her slippery clit, as the fingers of his left hand sliced into her dripping, distorted, stretched-out cunt, she bucked her hips a final time before she began violently quaking and quivering. "Oohh, ggaawwdd!!!" she choked, her gargantuan tits bouncing on her chest, slapping against the leather chair-back. "Aaaagggghhhh!!!!!" Cunt juice poured from her loosened hole, coating Dan's fingers and hand before running down his forearm. "Oh fuck!" she panted, her hips spasming as her cunt muscles convulsed around the marauding fingers. The soft light entering the room from the street lights outside caught the perspiration glimmering across her lightly muscled back, caught a droplet of sweat rolling down her defined rib cage before falling to discolor the leather seat cushion. Her body still quaking against the onslaught being levied upon her smoldering cunt and on her clit, Beth let out a gasp as the fingers withdrew from her hole. Before she could protest, she felt the young man step close behind her, the thick cock slicing through the folds of her cunt. "Fuck me," she whimpered, again resting her sweaty cheek on her crossed arms. "Please fuck me . . . with that thing." Rather than give the cheating whore the release she so needed, Dan continued to slide the length of his shaft along her sloppy cunt lips, lubricating the veiny tube with her vaginal fluids. He jerked against her hard, sending the head of his cock careening against Beth's inflamed clit. "Uuuugggghhhh!" she grunted, her body quivering beneath him, her thick nipples throbbing. "In me," she mumbled softly. Dan's hips retreated slightly and Beth arched her back downward when she felt the head of his cock slide toward her loosened hole. Bending his knees, he lined the fluid-slicked cockhead up with her splayed cunt lips and pushed in ever so slightly, halting his advance once Beth's flowered lips engulfed the purply mushroom. "More please," she whined, her voice barely audible, her pretty face buried in her arms. "More what?" he taunted the adulterous woman, his fingers lightly tracing circles across her sweaty back, sending chills up her spine. "More . . . cock," he heard. Dan jerked his hips in short, staccato bursts, fucking her with just the head of his cock, as his fingers lazily traced their way down her paraspinal muscles, his large hands closing on her supple hips, fingers sinking into the flesh. With a firm grip on Beth's pliant hips, he thrust forward, burying the entire length of him in her overused cunt. Beth's head jerked up and back with the sudden and brutal stretching of her cunt walls. Her eyes screwed shut in that all-to-familiar mix of pleasure-pain, her shiny full lips parted, her wet pink tongue pinned against the roof of her mouth. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" came the blood-curdling cry. * * * Below them, across the street in the park, Jeff and Kim watched fascinated as the little blonde tramp's head jerked back and her mouth parted. They watched, spellbound, as the slut's enormous and almost assuredly fake tits jiggled on her slim torso, seeming to smack against the bottom of her jaw before slamming down to the back of the chair on which she apparently knelt. The figure of the man behind her came slowly into view as he bent forward over the slut's back, bringing his sweat-slicked face close to her equally drenched cheek, seeming to whisper something in ear. When Dan's face came into view, Kim gasped. Her husband, fixated as he was on the blonde whore's wobbling tits, failed to see the blood drain from his wife's pretty face. Suddenly, he was being dragged down the sidewalk and back through the park, his voyeuristic pleasure being dowsed. "Come on, honey," he heard his wife, his head turned over his shoulder, eyes trying in vain to keep the bouncing tits in sight. "The debauchery of some people," she hissed. Bimbo Beth Marching her husband across the park toward their walk-up, Kim's stomach churned, her heart raced, pounding against her chest. Her mind raced, synapses firing on all cylinders, as her brain dragged her, kicking and screaming, back to her one slip, her one infidelity. * * * "That's right, Beth, let them watch you," he whispered, his hot breath caressing her inner ear and causing goose bumps to crop up along her perspiring flesh, the light blond hairs on her arms to raise up. "Let them see . . . what a nasty . . . fuckin' . . . slut . . . you are," he taunted as his thick, veiny cock slammed into her cunt balls-deep, her ass cheeks rippling from the battering. Beth's eyes eased open just as the woman grabbed the man's hand and pulled him away from the scene. Her cunt walls being stretched by the young man behind her, his fingers digging into her pliant hips to provide the leverage he needed to punish her adulterous hole, Beth grunted and her eyes rolled into her head, so overcome was she by the depravity, the wickedness, of what she was doing. Here she was, a married woman whose husband was out of town on a business trip. Instead of spending a quite evening at home awaiting his return, she was bent over the back of an easy chair in some young kid's apartment. Her clothes were strewn about the living room, dropped in precisely the same spot in which they had been removed – or torn – from her lithe little body. The sweat saturating her platinum locks plastered them to her skull. It dripped from her inflamed nipples as her overstuffed tits hung and bounced from her trim torso, and slid down her arched back, tickling her crinkled asshole. Her tight little ass cheeks rippled and quivered, and her bald cunt convulsed around that young kid's battering ram of a cock. Her sinful behavior forced another grunted from her slender throat. Cunt juice flowed through the weak seal her vaginal lips formed around Dan's thick, shiny shaft. Her body jerked when the head of his cock slid and jerked along the top her cunt. "Oohh, fuck," she bit. "Oh, fuck!" Her body continued to quake as an orgasm ripped through her stomach, weakened her knees. "Cumming . . . I'm . . . cumming," she moaned, softer, engorged nipples throbbing, raw from swinging against the leather of the chair. Dan maintained an even pace of powerful thrusts into her yielding cunt lips as her orgasm subsided, her body calming. "Uugghh," she sighed, the lids closing over her bright blue eyes in post-orgasmic bliss. She settled her sweat-ravaged face against the back of the chair again, pleased that the young man had maintained his stamina, that the rock-hard, veiny shaft continued to impale her. The soft purring of her mobile phone startled her and she involuntarily squeezed her cunt muscles around the invading shaft. Behind her, Dan's breath caught. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. Cum began to churn in his bloated balls when the slut's cunt convulsed around his cock just as the sensitive underside of the shaft slid roughly against her pubic bone. "Oohh, ggaawwdd!" When the phone rang again, Beth turned her head to look over her shoulder at the young man for whom she had debased herself, for whom she had cast aside all thoughts of her wedding vows, of fidelity and loyalty. Her eyes were on fire. Lust dripped from the baby blue orbs. Her sensuous pink lips curled into a sneer, her bright white teeth gleaming in the faint light. "You know who that is?" she growled, thrusting her tan-lined ass back against the kid. Dan could only moan as his eyes rolled up and into the back of his head. "Hmm, you little fuck!?! Know who's calling me!?!" "Uugghh," he managed to mutter, drowning out the sound of the third ring. Attempting to stave off a massive orgasm, he slowed his pace momentarily, releasing one of her hips from his steely grip and slapping her ass cheek. "That's it, you motherfucker!" she hissed. "Spank me! Spank my ass!" "Oohh, ffuucckk," he stuttered, his voice barely audible. "Yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck . . . my . . . cunt!" she grunted, the movement of the cock buried deep in her becoming erratic. "Fuck it . . . fuck my married hole." "Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" "Cum in me!" she demanded as the fourth ring trilled through the living room. "Cum in my . . . unprotected . . . cunt . . . while my husband . . . waits for me . . . to answer . . . his call!" The sounds that emanated from Dan's throat began deep in his stomach. They began as rumbles, rising through his body, wracking his lungs and chest and throat, before spilling across his thickened tongue and parched lips. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!" His body jerked and then became still. Beth, knowing his orgasm was imminent, rotated her hips slightly and slammed her pubic bone against the underside of his quivering shaft, then shoved her ass back against the young man. She was instantly rewarded. Her pubic bone coursed along that sensitive spot that resided at the base of his cock and triggered the release of a torrent of sperm from his swollen balls. Holding her hips there, she jerked them quickly up and down, alternately relieving and applying pressure. In the dark, overheated recesses of her cunt, the tip of Dan's cock opened and super-hot cum splashed against her inner walls. "Uuuggghhh," he grunted, his eyes screwed shut. Loosing his balance, Dan began to fall forward over the unfaithful tramp's back. He caught himself, his hands bracing his body against the back of the chair. Below him, Beth felt sweat drip from his chin, his chest, his stomach, and splash down on her arched back. When he jerked his hips again, sending his cock deep in her hole and her pubic bone scraping along the underside of the shaft, a heat spread along the walls of her cunt as another load of sperm was deposited inside her. Dan pushed himself back upright, his strong hands again closing around Beth's yielding hips. He slowly withdrew his tingling shaft from the folds of her cunt but quickly slammed the length of him back into her, pulling roughly on her hips, holding her tightly against him, as a third and then fourth stream of cum burst from the tip of his cock, flooding her battered cunt. He continued to hold the married woman there, the twitching of his cock subsiding, while he caught his breath. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Dan leaned back and spanked Beth's tanned ass while she, too, caught her breath. "You should probably return that call," he suggested still panting. Still staring out the window, watching the watchers as they reached the other end of the park, Beth merely shook her head. "Probably . . . not a good . . . idea," she murmured, her body still heaving. She relaxed her torso against the back of the chair, her inflated chest flattening against the cowhide, squishing out from beneath her. "He's probably worried sick about you." Dan leaned back and allowed his still-fat cock to slip from her sodden cunt. Leaning back toward the coffee table, he dug around in Beth's purse until he found her cell phone. He returned to the chair and moved in behind her again, his bobbing cock bouncing against her stretched-out cunt lips. He reached around her and set the phone on top of the chair-back, just beneath her sweating face. Beth turned and looked at him questioningly over her shoulder; a bead of sweat ran down her cheek and he brushed it and a few stray strands of platinum tresses from her pretty face. "Just call him." Reluctantly, Beth pushed herself off her elbows and picked up the phone. After flipping it open, she hit the speed dial for her husband's cell phone. As she put it to her ear, Dan's strong hands grasped lightly at her hips and he put the head of his cock in line with her saturated hole. Angling his hips slightly, he moved them forward until the purple mushroom-shaped head shoved against her bald lips. "Hi." Her voice was soft when Rick answered the phone. At the same time, Dan pushed forward, his thick cock head parting Beth's sopping lips. He grunted softly when he felt her overheated cunt envelop the leading point of his cock. "Hey. I've been trying to call you," Beth barely heard, her attention diverted by the young man's blood-engorged shaft as it parted the walls her cheating cunt. "I know," she managed without a grunt. "Couldn't hear the phone in the club." She paused as the fat cock shoved its way further into her wet depths. "I just looked at Caller ID and saw you called." "Where are you now?" Rick asked, unaware of course that Dan's pubic hairs had just been crushed between his groin and his wife's undulating ass cheeks. "I . . . uh . . . I just go into a . . . a cab," Beth stuttered, Dan's strong hands circling around her chest, filling themselves with surgically enhanced titflesh, burning nipples poking into his palms. "I'm heading back . . . to the . . . car." "How was your night?" "Just fine." Beth bit her lip and Dan pulled the length of his shaft from her twitching cunt until just the overblown head remained between her shaved lips. "How was . . ." Beth's question was abruptly cut off when Dan slammed back into her, burying his thick cock in her cunt, his balls slapping roughly against her distended clit. "Uuuggghhh," she grunted, spittle flying from her wet, full lips. "What was . . ." she heard on the other end of the phone. "Beth, are you okay?" "Yeah," she managed. "Just twisted my heel. Fuckin' cabs." Beth turned her face over her shoulder again, her eyes burning into Dan's, the warning obvious. "Sorry about that. So, how was your night?" "Okay. I'm really tired. I think I'll try to get an earlier flight in the morning." Behind her, Dan ignored her warning and again crashed his hips into her. He held himself there, grinding the underside of his cock against her pubic bone, his cock pulsing deep in the married woman's cunt. "Oh, great," Beth managed to respond, tucking the phone between her right shoulder and ear. Dan pulled his cock from her as she rested her chest against the back of the chair, her massive, store-bought tits protruding from the sides of her slim torso. Dan pulled his hands from beneath her and grabbed onto her tanned shoulders, slowly plowing his thick cock into her before pulling out again. "I miss you," Rick said as Dan jerked his hips, sending his cock into her again. "I . . . miss . . . you . . . too," Beth grunted. Sweat pooled in the small of her back and trickled down between her ass cheeks, tickling her crinkled asshole. With her free hand, she reached behind her to wipe the sweat from her back. "Call me when you get home," Rick requested. He didn't hear Dan's sharp intake of breath as he watched the married woman's manicured fingers brush across her ass cheeks, the diamonds of her engagement ring flashing brightly in his face. "Okay," she said almost in a whisper, feeling Dan's thick cock twitching in her sloppy cunt, hearing his breath become ragged as the tip of one manicured finger lingered just above her puckered asshole. "I love you, Beth." "Love you, too, sweetie." Before Beth could shut the phone, Dan gripped her hips tightly and held his cock completely buried in her cunt. His hips jabbed at her once, then twice, and she felt him erupt in her, felt his scalding cum splash against the walls of her unprotected cunt for the second time that night. "Oohh, ffuucckk," Dan grunted as the phone slipped from her slender fingers, crashing to the hardwood floor, the battery popping loose and clattering against the baseboard. Beth held tightly to the back of the chair as a second burst of sperm-laden cum spurted from the tip of the young man's cock, filling her cunt with the thick pearlescence. "Uuggghhhh," he groaned, sweat dripping from his nose and falling to her rippling ass cheeks. His hips jerked a few more times as the force of his ejaculate lessened. As his cock began to soften within Beth's cum-filled cunt, he leaned forward and braced himself against the back of the chair, trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, Dan turned, his cock slipping from between her raw cunt lips. He took a few steps backward and collapsed on the couch, his muscular chest still heaving from the exertion. With his forearm, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Jesus," he muttered. "That was fuckin' ridiculous." Beth giggled as she squirmed her sweat-drenched and cum-filled body off the chair, leaving a trail of their combined juices behind. She flopped down next to him, folding her little body next to his, and reached out and lightly ran the tips of her pink nails down the length of his softening cock, feeling it twitch at her touch. "You gonna stay a while?" he murmured. Beth turned her head toward the DVD player, checking the time. "Un-uh. I better go soon. If I don't get home soon, Rick'll prob'by wonder what took so long." "Mm-hm," Dan responded, drained. "I don't exactly have the best track record, you know," she explained, peeling her lithe body away from the young man and rising to her feet. She sauntered off toward the bathroom and Dan pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and shifted so that he could lie down. A few minutes later, Beth returned. Dan watched her as she moved around the living room, saline-packed tits bouncing as she gathering the clothes that had been strewn about, his cock stirring beneath the blanket. "I've heard that about you," he mumbled as she pulled her jeans over her smooth thighs, wiggling her hips to coax them over her trim waist. Beth stopped and stared at him, her massive tits jutting from her slim torso. "Whatever. Rick's no better, you know. He cheats on me all the time." She paused to pull the Baby Gap tee-shirt over her head, stretching it over her bulging tits, her nipples still thick. "Everyone thinks I don't know about it, but I do. 'Oh, poor stupid Beth,' they say. 'She has no idea what Rick is doing behind her back.' But I do. I'm no bimbo," she concluded. She adjusted her ballooned tits within the tight top and pulled a pack of gum from the front pocket of her jeans, popping a piece in her mouth. Dan turned his head and nearly rolled his eyes at her. 'That is exactly what you are,' he thought. He pulled the blanket off him, revealing his thickening cock. He shifted again on the couch and sat up, scooting his ass closer to the edge of the cushion and spreading his legs. Having slipped her heels back on, she looked up to find Dan's erect cock jutting from his groin, and her eyes floated up to his. She smiled a coy smile. "What?" she asked softly. Dan just raised an eyebrow and turned his eyes toward his cunt-slickened shaft. Looking back at her, he crooked a finger at her, beckoning her close. Slowly, Beth moved toward the young man until she stood in front of him, her eyes alternately looking into his own and down at his thick, sticky cock. "In the cabinet next to the refrigerator is a bottle of olive oil," he informed her. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "So?" she responded demurely. "Go get it." Beth stood still, not following his command. Dan leaned forward. Slowly, he reached a hand up to one of the married woman's firm tits, pushing the fleshy mound upward slightly. He released it and watched as it fell, jiggling. He then ran his hand over the cotton-covered flesh until his palms brushed over a distended nipple. Beth's eyes eased closed. "Oh, god," she muttered under her breath. Her pink tongue darted out and swept across her shiny lips. Dan's thumb and forefinger closed around the nipple, applying light pressure to the blood-engorged teat. Beth shuddered and he pinched a little harder, twisting the nipple in a counterclockwise direction. She trembled and one of her knees seemed to buckle. "Go get it," he repeated, releasing the thick nipple from his grasp. Beth stepped away from her young aggressor and, on rubbery legs, walked into the kitchen. Dan heard the scrape of the bottle along the cabinet and then the cabinet's door shutting with a thud. A moment later, Beth was standing before him again. "Um, what do you want me to do with it?" she asked. "Pour some in your palm, and a little along my cock." Beth did as she was instructed, dropping to her knees between his widespread legs. She poured a heavy dose of oil along Dan's shaft and then cupped her left hand, filling it with oil. She then wrapped her little fist around his veiny cock and glided it up and down the length, spreading the lubricant liberally along the overheated flesh. Dan dropped back into the couch as his cock thickened in the married woman's fist. He watched as her pink nails and diamond-encrusted ring finger became a blur on his cock. He arched his hips, fucking her fist. "Oh, gawd," he moaned, his cock throbbing each time the back of her engagement ring caught on one of his blood-engorged viens. He suddenly sat up again, reaching for the bottom hem of her tee-shirt. He folded it up, exposing her taut, tanned stomach, and then folded it again such that the lower half of the shirt was now folded up and over her plastic tits. He scooted forward further, sliding his ass to the edge of the cushion, and, using the adulterous whore's shoulders for leverage, pulled her torso toward his twitching cock. He lifted the front of the Baby Gap tee-shirt just enough to slide his cock underneath it. Taken by surprise, Beth didn't realize what was happening until Dan's overheated and oil-slickened cock slid into her tee-shirt and between her saline-filled DD monsters. "What are you . . .!" she exclaimed before Dan cut her off. "Just push 'em together!" he commanded her, bucking his hips up, sending his slick cock further into her tight cleavage. Beth lifted her tanned hands to the sides of her tits and pushed them together, tightening the tunnel that snuggly held Dan's cock. Her slender fingers and pink manicured nails wrapped around her inflated chest, the soft flesh molding itself to the inflamed shaft. Below her, Dan did all the work. His hips repeatedly bucked and jerked, his thick, blood-engorged cock slicing up and down between the married woman's enormous tits. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, sweat forming on his brow again. "So . . . fuckin' . . . good." Beth got into it. She shoved her chest at him, timing her lunges with his thrusts. Every time Dan arched his hips to send his cock deeper into her cleavage, Beth thrust her massive tits at him, crashing her breastbone against the sensitive base at the underside of his cock. "Fuck my tits, you bastard," she grunted. The olive oil started to stain the front of her tee-shirt, leaving a long, vertical streak that darkened the fabric right over her cleavage. Dan's head lolled back and forth, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. "You like . . . having your . . . cock . . . in my . . . fake tits?" Beth inquired needlessly, biting hard on the last words. "Like fucking . . . the tits . . . of a . . . married . . . woman?" Dan merely grunted below her, unable to form words or even thoughts, so thick and parched was his tongue. "Open . . . your . . . eyes . . . Dan," she commanded. Dan's eyes eased open. With his cock buried between her hot, oily tits, he was putty in her hands. "Can't . . . see . . . your cock . . . buried . . . in there . . . can you? . . . Only the sparkle . . . of my . . . rings!" "Uugghh," he groaned, sweat streaming down his cheek now. "Cum . . . all . . . over . . . my . . . tits!" she grunted, sliding her massive, oil-slickened tits down the length of his shaft, brutally slamming her breastbone against the base of his cock, holding it there. The pressure at the base of his cock was exquisite. Cum churned in his balls and Dan's hands flew to the edge of the cushions, gripping them tightly, his knuckles turning white.