The Party Is On

The party had been planned on the flight home from the convention. Buddy, the general manager of Hometown Motors, had insisted that one be held at his home to celebrate a successful business deal that had recently been negotiated. This was his way of thanking the staff for their hard work.

Two weeks later, all was ready for the big party. The Sangria was made to Buddy’s specifications and the band was warming up. Guests had started to arrive. But Buddy was concerned that his star salesman Gary, and his wife Doreen, would not come to the party, as Doreen was not much for parties.

He definitely wanted Doreen to show up as he had a small party planned just for her and did not want these plans to go awry.

As Buddy reached for the phone to call Gary, the doorbell rang and in walked Doreen. She told him that Gary would not be able to make it, as he was not feeling well. Buddy was very happy with this news. Now the party could begin in earnest.

Gruff hands went around her waist and a wine heavy breath seared her neck as Buddy kissed her. She pulled away from him and Buddy just laughed. His laugh reminded her of a bowling ball bouncing down the stairs. She tried to smile and act as his kiss had been fun – but it hadn’t been. She thought of him as a drunken pig as his rubbery lips and sudden grasp made her feel ill. She only tolerated him because he was Gary’s boss.

Doreen slowly moved away from Buddy. She found the bar and waited impatiently for a drink. She wanted lots to drink in fact, to dull the building pressure she had in her head and her loins.

Doreen came to this party with one thing in mind. She had known Gary had been out with an old flame last night and she wanted to pay him back by going to this party and finding someone to have sex with.

The bartender handed her a drink and she asked what it was. He replied that it was a Spanish wine.” He never told her what else had been poured into the Sangria.

Doreen had three glasses of the wine and was beginning to feel a lot better. She knew that the Sangria was more than a fruit punch and thought it was delicious.

The music that was playing was a slow, romantic waltz. Buddy asked Doreen if she would like to dance. She then found herself being whisked to the middle of the polished wood floor. The violins and muted horns wafted to her ears – soothing her.

Hot damn the scheming manager thought, trying to be in control of his trembling passion, things are going better than I thought. The way things are going, maybe I can speed up the action - have to go at it just right, though – just right!

He held the slightly high young wife tighter, his total willpower being taxed to stop his penis from becoming hard and pressing against her undulating belly.

Buddy had almost creamed his pants on the spot, ogling her tight buttocks and ripe, jutting breasts and smooth expanse of her thigh and leg. It made him quiver with desire to really possess this proud little beauty, to bore his cock deep into her vagina.

First this dance, then another few drinks of Sangria and Doreen was beginning to stumble a bit, and her tongue was getting tied around her words. It was, as Buddy thought, time to drop the bombshell.

“Doreen, I heard about Gary having an affair with an old flame.” Stunned, Doreen stared at him before stumbling out onto the patio. Buddy followed her and let her know that he understood how she felt.

“Stop it, stop it!” Doreen wailed, putting her hands over her ears. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“I’m your friend Doreen and believe me, I can help you. Let’s go and sit in my station wagon where it’s warmer. We can talk there. You go ahead, I will meet you there after I go and get us a drink.

The minute Doreen was out of sight, Buddy began the second part of his plan. He hurried to the division manager, Jerry. “Do you remember when you bet me a hundred dollars that I would never make it into Doreen’s pants? Well, tonight I’m going to collect on that bet.”

Jerry laughed and said, “add another hundred if you can get me a crack at her too. In fact, you set it up that I can fuck her and I’ll increase your salary also.” Buddy agreed and left to pick up a bottle of Sangria to take back to Doreen.

Buddy walked out towards the car where Doreen was waiting. Now all he had to do was play his cards right. After they got into the front seat of the car, he handed her the bottle and told her to take a sip as would help.

After a few more sips, he asked her if she would like to lie down in the back to take a rest, to which she replied “yes.” She then crawled to the back of the station wagon and stretched out. Her dress had slipped up around her waist showing her panties. She made no move to pull it down.

Buddy sucked in his breath as he saw the thinly covered pubic mound become exposed. He then went back to be with her.

He stroked the very inebriated young wife’s golden hair. She could feel an odd twitching in her belly, and for some crazy reason, she sensed her nipples now hardening. He then put his arm around her shoulder, caressing her gently.

Doreen did not move away from his hands. She was feeling very comfortable and safe. She could almost feel Gary’s lips on hers, could most feel his lips moving down her belly and between her legs. Right now, she felt her husband Gary was there and not Buddy.

Buddy slowly moved his hand from her shoulders to her breast, rubbing the globe tenderly. He then moved from her breast to her bare thigh. Then higher and higher, touching the silk encased mound of her vagina. He then pushed the secreting crotchband of her panties aside and slipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of Doreen’s suddenly hotly burning young pussy.

The distraught, nearly comatose from alcohol, wife, squirmed up tighter as the contact of his finger touched her naked flesh.

He hovered over her limply splayed legs, removing his finger from her wet, trembling pussy. She helped him to take off her panties. When her softly hair lined pussy came into moonlit view, Buddy gazed salaciously at it, his mouth watering at the beautiful sight.

Buddy drove his head savagely downward, unable to resist lusting emotions, and his lips mashed onto her vaginal lips, his tongue parting the softly curling pubic hair and slipping teasingly down the pink rimmed valley. Doreen shuddered and spread her legs wider, allowing him further room.

Buddy could wait no longer. He held his long lust – hardened cock at the open mouth of her moist palpitating pussy, and then he levered forward, sending his sensitive hungry cock sliding hotly, deliciously far up into her quivering young belly.

He’s inside me, he’s inside me! Doreen thought vaguely, her mind and soul shattered by the liquor and the wretchedness of her emotions. I must stop him, but how can I when I can’t stop myself!

Buddy’s long hard cock flashed up and down in her tight cuntal passage, his body heaving in demonical force as he drew his sperm – heavy cock nearly out of the clasping sheath of the mesmerized young Doreen’s pussy, then plunging down again until his aching, bloated testicles slapped ruthlessly against her naked inner thighs. He was so intent on the release of his orgasm, that he never noticed the shadow which was pressed against the rear window.

Jerry had hurried to the window. Great balls of fire, he’s doing it! He’s fucking the hell out of sweet innocent Doreen.

Something had to give, and it did! Buddy cried out, “oh shit! I’m to cum! AAAHHHH”. His body froze in mid – stroke, then hurtled downward again in an insane fury as his climax struck and his semen spewed out of his balls like lava from a volcano.

Doreen saw a flash of light as the overhead light went on and clenched her eyes shut to block it out. She felt Buddy’s deflating cock slip from her ravaged vagina. She could sense the sucking withdrawal between her legs.

The pain that existed in Doreen’s mind was that of unsatisfied desire. She writhed on the mat with one hand straying to her hair – lined slit. She dug into herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths the vanquished cock had a moment before.

Her fingers were removed and she cried out at the quick brutal impalement surprised by its thickness. Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned then yelled out, welcoming the punishing instrument sinking ever deeper into her pussy. She felt pain for a short moment, then the greedy walls of her vagina clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering its length to the hilt. Spurned on, he dug deeper into the girl, forcing her legs yet further back, doubling her in half, fucking her like a pile – driving machine out of control.

Jerry screamed and Doreen felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting into her dilated cunt, mixing with the sperm Buddy had throbbed into her before.

The burning walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately like a starving mouth. She opened her mouth to scream – and her own orgasm struck.

There in the back of the station wagon, being fucked half to death, Doreen was totally reduced to a churning mass of sensual jelly in that instant. Great flashes of pinwheel lights and pleasure so acute, that it bordered on pain consumed every fibre of her being.

She collapsed the, her firm young body drained of everything, her limbs loosely spread on the back floor mat.

They put her panties back on and moved her to the front seat. Buddy and Jerry rejoined the party…