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Party Pussy - Volume 4
(Author Unknown)

    David opened the front door of his apartment and stumbled across the threshold into the darkness. There wasn't anything in the way of his walk to take responsibility for his bout of clumsiness other than the two legs that he tried balancing on. That and what must have been the entire barrel of alcoholic beverages that he had consumed earlier that evening. The event which was the cause of the all night bender that had left him wobbling his way back into his home was the very fevered jamboree that had been erected for him by a small circle of his close friends for the sole purpose of commemorating his fortieth birthday.

    The portion of the night that he didn't spend making a fool out of himself with his friends he spent with a cell phone glued to the side of his head trying to hurry his wife away from her desk at work and over to the festivities.

    As the night wore on and the guest list began to thin out, the cell phone in his hand was gradually being replaced with a second cup filled with a highly intoxicating beverage. In the end though, his Mrs. had still failed to make an appearance. Her absence didn't exactly leave him surprised. Sure, she had been made aware of the event well in advance and had even promised him that she would do her best to try and be in attendance. Yes, she had made it clear that there was a very good chance that she would be especially busy at work that evening, a factor that might have attributed to some tardiness...

    ...but a complete no show?

    David knew that the only excuse for that must have been the long stream of heated arguments that the two of them had been engaged in over the past few weeks. At first David thought it was all just typical. After all, just how long did he expect the honeymoon to last? As for his level of experience, he was more amazed that it had taken them this long to run into any serious hurdles in their relationship. It had been six months ever since they'd pronounced their nuptials to each other, and now, standing there amidst some of his closest friends getting completely plastered with her nowhere in sight, David was starting to wonder just how long the two of them had left on the clock ticking down to their split.

    

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    Once the gala had wound down to its last, David was shoved headfirst into a cab and sent presumably merrily on his way back to his apartment. The darkness that he'd walked in on let him know that he'd returned to an empty home. Apparently his wife had not only neglected his party for work, she'd yet to even abandon her office desk for the comforts of home.

    "Whatever," he thought through the haze of intoxicants as he continued to stumble towards the confines of his bedroom.

    David had managed to strip himself down to nothing more than his under shorts before collapsing down onto the bed and crawling under the covers.

    

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    Given how drunk he was, David was surprised that it would take little more than a shift in weight on the mattress to gradually bring him out of his unconscious state. Both his head and his eyes were blurry as he tried taking a look over at the clock on the nightstand. Even though he'd left the light on all that he could make out from the clock was an illegible bundling of digital numbers. Anyway, he didn't need the clock to feel that it was late enough for his wife, Susan, to have made it home by now so he didn't pay much mind to the body climbing in bed next to him. Besides, he certainly wasn't in the mood for another argument. Instead, David just rolled his head back over and tried to drift back off into unconsciousness.

    He'd almost achieved his intended goal when he suddenly felt a face nuzzling in to the side of his neck. At first he thought that it might have been some sort of alcohol induced dream. It sure made more sense than the obvious answer. David felt the moist suckling that followed after the warm, soft tongue licking. He Slowly started to squirm beneath the sheets. Perhaps this was her way of making up for her absence. A deliriously wicked grin began to spread through the haze covering his face when he felt her lips begin to slide down over his shoulder and across his chest. They paused for a moment to wrap around the raised nub that they grazed across. David let out a hushed groan as she sucked back on his nipple and flicked her tongue across the toughening tip. She'd been using the fingers of her hand to tweak and twist the bead on the other side of his chest until finally giving up that campaign to let her hand slide further down his abdomen.

    She forced her hand beneath the band of his boxer shorts and rubbed her palm over the leaking bulb at the end of the already solid staff poking up through the underside of his shorts.

    "Yeah," David groaned out when he felt her palm wrap around his shaft just beneath his distended glans.

    His voice became one long, strained groan as her fist began to slide along the length of the thick stick. David began to lift his hips up from the mattress and hump his cock through the moving grip of the hold that she had on him. Content on just being coaxed into cumming with just the use of her moving hand, David received a surprise that played even better with him when the tongue lapping at his nipple stopped working and started on a trial down toward his lower region.

    "Yeah," he grunted out to her again, placing his palms into the mat of hair on her head and helping to force her further down on her way.

    He could feel the covers peeling away from him as she moved and welcomed the cool breeze that swept in to wash over his warming skin. The cool air felt even better blowing across the hot throbbing strain of his cock when she got the elastic band of his shorts pulled back far enough to release the thing she handled from its constraints. Once her lips wrapped around the soft, plump tip of his cock and David felt the suction being applied as her cheeks caved in he arched his chest out into the air and drug back a deep, loud, growling breath of air. It had been quite a long while since he'd received this sort of attention from his wife, but apparently she hadn't fallen out of step one bit. In fact, lying there and thrusting his hips up and down to keep in tune with the pair of lips sliding along his achingly hard shaft, he was inclined to believe that she'd picked up a maneuver or two that he'd previously been unaware of.

    "Shit, Susan, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned, still holding the bouncing head steady in his lap as he fucked his trembling cock up into the hole wrapped around it.

    David's building excitement eventually gripped him to the point that he was forced to pry apart his tightly sealed eyelids, lift his head up from the pillow, and look down at where all of the action was going on. He was hoping to catch a quick glimpse of her mouth working his pole before he filled her throat full of a thick vat of his seed. What he got instead was a slowly focusing image of a head of hair that after closer examination didn't really resemble the bushel belonging to his wife at all. David's first reaction was of confusion. The one that followed saw him sitting up and tilting back the head bobbing in his lap.

    "Susan?"

    When David got a good look at her face he received a shock that completely sobered him up. Right there in his bed sucking him off in the most fantastic fashion was none other than his wife's post adolescent daughter, Samantha.

    "Sammie?!" he called out sharply with a start. Her only response to him was to moan out around the obstruction in her mouth as she kept herself busy.

    He was so confused by the sight of her lying naked beside him with his cock in her mouth that he didn't know whether to snatch his piece back from her or let her keep going until she exploded the thing all over the back of her tongue. David decided to split the difference and just scramble backwards across the bed until his back came slamming into the pillow padded headboard. Samantha breathed out a whiny sigh through her nose when she felt his dick make a halfhearted attempt at pulling itself free from her lips. She hurried to keep pace with David's fleeing body by crawling up the bed right along with him.

    "Sammie!" David cried out to her once more. All she did in return was quicken the pace of her pumping fist and whimper out louder around the thick tube she'd been sucking on.

    Perhaps he'd been right all along. Maybe this was all just a dream brought on by one wild night of partying. If that was true then surely there wouldn't have been much harm in going along with the scenario until this wet fantasy had run its course.

    All the fight having run out of him, David leaned forward and threw his arm around her body until he had hold of one of the pleasantly rounded mounds that were swinging around on her chest due to all of the effort that she was exerting. Afterwards, he reached his other hand down and wrapped his fingers around the ones that she had pumping across his swollen member. He dialed her motion back to a less erratic flow of movement and even worked in a slow twist to her technique.

    "Fuck! Take it, Sammie!" David ordered her as he felt the great swell of fluid welling up towards the portion of his cock that still remained hidden behind her lips.

    She gave him one more loud moan and opened her mouth wide just in time for him to see the first huge blob of pale fluid come flushing out onto the bed of pink on the floor of her mouth. His voice was covered with tough groans as he watched her close her mouth around the mess and engulf the head of dick again. Struggling to swallow down the heavy flood, he got another peek at the limited progress she was making when she opened her mouth again to catch a breath past the creamy load being spat out against her tongue. When she parted her lips there were still several separated strips of the milky solution bridging them together. Samantha closed her lips again and used them to continue to rub the slippery film all over his wilting shaft.

    When Samantha was all done and had had most of the sticky mess cleaned up she rolled over and looked up at David with a cunning smile on her face. With her hand still gently massaging his deflating member she took to lightly chuckling at the look of relief, fear, and confusion on his face. "Happy birthday, David," was the last thing that he'd gotten out of her before Samantha rolled off of the bed and left him with the sublime picture of her switching lower cheeks as she exited the room.