"You little bitch!" Jason roared, his face florid with rage. His eyes, hard and angry, were fiery balls of lust. He threw his wife on the bed.
Joyce curled quickly into a ball. Her sheer pale-orange nightie, outlining her lush body, rose a little higher when she drew her knees up to her tits. She covered her face with her trembling hands. Her thick blonde mane was disheveled, a few silky strands clinging to her tear-streamed face. She was sobbing loudly.
Jason Miller leered at his wife's bare slender legs and the soft supple curves of her body underneath the flimsy nightgown. His cock ached like never before, stiff, swollen. He rubbed his prick.
"I'm your husband, Goddammit!" he snarled. His tone was not as loud, but just as vicious. "I'm sick and tired of all your shit. You're nothing but a pain in the fuckin' ass."
His twenty-year-old wife was terrified. A virgin until one week ago, she still hadn't adjusted. On the first night of their honeymoon, she had suffered through the pain and anguish of her body being invaded and her cherry torn from her in a brutal attack by her husband. Jason had fucked her every night thereafter, putting her through the same torment.
"I thought you loved me," Joyce sobbed in her hands. She glanced at the menacing hard cock that jutted from Jason's groin. Her throat constricted, and she forced a swallow. There was no way she was going to put that piece of meat into her mouth. It was disgusting, obscene.
"And I thought you loved me," Jason retorted angrily, his black eyes peering from a hard chiseled face. He was starting to lose control. "You dress like dynamite; you look like dynamite; you're hall promise, no delivery."
"We've done it every night since we got married," she sniffed, defending herself.
A look of anguish passed over his hard face. 'Done it!" he mimicked. "You mean, we fucked. Fucked! You afraid to say it?" he demanded harshly.
"Don't talk dirty," she said weakly. "I don't understand you." She grabbed the sheet and covered herself. "Before we were married, you were kind, gentle, considerate of my feelings. You've changed."
His expression made his face appear like it was carved from stone. "Right! All I want to do is fuck. Jesus Christ!" He spat the words out as if to rid himself of their awful taste. "We've fucked for a Goddamn week. Isn't that what everyone does on their honeymoon?"
"Yes, but we're home now," she reminded him. "Last night was the end of our honeymoon." She said it as if relieved.
"You think now we stop fucking?" He stared incredulously at her cowering figure. "You're out of your fuckin' Goddamn mind!"
"We can do it once in awhile, but not every night." She paused, then continued, after finding a small piece of courage. "I don't intend to put that thing,"" she said, pointing to his stiff cock, "in my mouth. It's repulsive to even think of it."
His neck and face turned a deeper shade of red. "You expect us to fuck the way we have been: you lying on The bed stiff as a fuckin' board, a martyr.. .me on top, humping my nuts off until I cum? Bullshit!"
"Do you have to be so graphic?" Her soft voice was shaking. "There's nothing wrong we the way we do it. My mother did it that way when my father wanted it."
"No wonder your father always has a scowl on his face!" he shouted, growing loud again. He stepped to her side of the bed, a malicious look on his sharp vivid, features.
"Don't talk about my father like that. He's a man, a gentle man; not an animal like you." She pulled the sheet tighter around her neck.
"I'm not your father, and you're not your mother. If your father is satisfied with a fuck once a week, that's his business. Me-us- we're going to break that tradition." He snickered. "We're going to fuck and fuck and fuck, until you learn to enjoy it like a healthy woman."
"You mean like a slut," she spat, trembling when he took another step toward her. "I'm not a tramp!"
"If that's what it takes for you to start enjoying my cock and the pleasures of your own body, I suggest you start acting like a whore." He reached dawn, grabbed a handful of sheet, and snatched it away from her coiled body.
Joyce cringed under his angry lust-ridden gaze. "Please, Jason, not tonight. Not after this fight." Sniffling, she forced a weak tremulous smile. "Tomorrow night you can do it to me. Okay?"
"Tomorrow night you'll have some other reason." He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to caress her smooth calf.
She pulled her leg away. "Not tonight," she repeated emphatically.
Jason growled like an enraged bear and grabbed her ankle. "Tonight, bitch!" His hand, grasping her slim ankle, twisted.
"Ouwwww!" she howled, jagged pain shooting up her leg. "Let me go!" She struggled, kicking him with her free foot.
He grabbed her other leg. A piercing scream followed.
"We are gonna fuck, bitch, and we're gonna do it my way!" He pinned her legs to the bed. "Or I break your fuckin' legs. Understand?"
Wide eyed and terror stricken, Joyce forced a nod of assent. Jason was a madman, not the same man she had married at all.
"All right." Jason released her legs and waited to see what she would do.
"I hate you, I hate you." She pulled her legs up, rubbed her sore bruised ankles.
"Not after tonight, you won't." He grinned lewdly. "After tonight, you'll be begging for it.''
Joyce gulped, her misty blue eyes shifting to the partially open bathroom door. She was determined to get away. One quick fluid move, and she was out of bed on her way to the safety of the bathroom.
Jason let out a laugh, sticking a leg out and tripping her before she had taken three steps.
Joyce went crashing to. the floor. She remained there, crying, curled up in a quivering ball.
Towering over her, Jason glared down at her crumpled defeated body. He hauled her to her feet by her slim arm, dragged her sobbing body to the bureau mirror. "Look at yourself! Look!" Grabbing her chin, he raised her head, giving her no alternative.
Through cloudy blue eyes, she saw her shaking image and Jason behind her.
"Look at yourself. You were made for fucking," he told her. His hands came around and rubbed her tits through the sheer material of her nightie. "Your tits are gorgeous!"
His large hands were holding each one of her generous tits, fingers clasped around the mounds of supple flesh, a handful plus a little left over. He let go for a split second, ripped the nightie at the neck, and roughly mauled each mound of succulent meat.
"You know how many men would be drooling for these?" Each hand squeezed a plump tit.
He was standing behind her, pinning her against him, forcing her to watch. His cock was digging into the small of her back. His hands roughly squeezed her tits as he spoke. "You're' not a dried-up old bitch. You're twenty. We're married-and you're going to learn how to enjoy your gorgeous body, even if it kills us both."
Constant tears flooded her eyes. Jason was disgracing her, right in front of her own eyes. "Stop it, Jason, please. Don't humiliate me anymore. Take me to bed. I'll let you do it to me."
"No," he said with a scowl. "Not yet." He was set on breaking the wall that kept her sexual drive in bondage, determined to make her see that sex was normal, a natural human function. He loved her, wanted her to enjoy sex as much as he did. "How does it feel, babe?" He fondled her tits with care now. Mouth to her ear, he whispered. "Mmmmmm, doesn't it feel good? Admit it; it won't hurt to say it.''
She swallowed her answer. Angering him would only make things worse for her. His prick, digging into her back, was horrible. She cringed.
"How does it feel?" he rasped, starting to get angry again. His fingers gouged into the pulpy meat of each tit, squeezing harder and harder.
"Ouwww, you're hurting me, Jason." She began to squirm, wishing he would release her.
"Then tell me!"
"Nothing!" she cried, his painful hands forcing her to speak her mind. "I hate it. It's disgusting! Leave me alone!" It was out,. but she was glad.
"You frigid bitch! Everything's disgusting to you." In a blaze of anger, he tore the rest of the nightie off, ripped away the slight bikini bottoms, baring her thatch of blonde pussy hair. "I'm going to thaw you out whether you like it or not, starting right now." His hands immediately lowered to her ass. He opened the cheeks, pressed a finger against the wrinkle crack of her virgin asshole.
"Nooo, not that!" Her face contorted at the hideous idea. Wrenching [and fighting, she managed to break away from him.
Jason retrieved her. "Don't move until I tell you to!" he ordered, then twisted an arm behind her back. "Understand?"
The pain seared up her arm. She quickly nodded. "Yes. You're breaking my arm; let me He released his tight grip, but not her arm. "Hold my cock, Joyce. Be a woman." Squeezing her wrist, he forced her hand on his aching hard-on. "Hold it!"
Her mouth curled in repulsion as he forced her fingers around the thick veiny cock. It felt hot in her palm-alive-and it sickened her. A flicker of emotion passed through her body- an emotion that had escaped the wall of bondage she had been building since puberty. She couldn't explain it, but she fought it, sending it back to where it belonged.
"Squeeze it, Joyce." His hand went between her lush thighs, and she immediately released his cock. "You're going to wind up a dried-up old bitch unless I do something for you.
"Better than a slut." His fingers were hurting her pussy. "You want me to be like those tramps you watch in those dirty movies." She winced; his fingers were gouging into the dry walls of her cunt. "That's why you bought the VCR, not for the children we'll have, but to watch those horrible sickening movies."
"You should take a lesson from them," he snarled, jabbing three fingers into her tight dry pussy. "It might make a woman put of you."
"You should have married a tramp . . . not me." Her voice was quaking, along with the rest of her.
He spun her around. "I married you because I love you." He glared into her frightened blue eyes. "I didn't know I was marrying a. freak."
"You're the freak, Jason! Just like those men and women in the x-rated movie. She caught her jagged breath. "Is that the kind of world you want your children to grow up in?"
"How are we gonna have children if we don't fuck?" he laughed, shaking her shoulders and watching her fits bounce.
"You're an animal." She tried getting out of his grip, but failed. "Do it to me, Jason. Get it over with." She resigned herself to her fate.
Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, he growled angrily, "On your knees. I'm going to teach you how to suck cock." He forced her down, his cock up against her pale cheek. The blood had, drained from her face, and she
stared in frozen terror at the cock that was going to be forced down her throat. "You can learn what it's like, to seduce a man. I'll make a woman out of you yet."
With his free hand, he brandished his overgrown prick at her tear-streaked face. "You're gonna eat my fuckin' prick, and you're gonna love it, you hear me!"
Suffering in silence, Joyce knew if she opened her mouth to cry or scream, he would shove his horrid cock inside. Her eyes were squeezed tight. She prayed he would stop and take her to bed and end this madness.
"Look!" yanked her hair; her face was tilted, her soft lips at his bloated cockhead. "Open your fuckin' eyes, and look at it. See what you're going to get in your mouth." He yanked her hair which was twisted in his hand. She screamed from the pain shooting through her head. For that one brief instant, he shoved his bloated cock down her throat.
She gurgled. She choked, twisting her head and neck, attempting to dislodge her husband's prick. His cock was gagging her. She panicked, her face turning a bright scarlet. Drumming her harmless fists into his muscled thighs, she struggled against the hands on the back of her head that kept her throat impaled.
Jason jabbed once. His cock stretched her gullet as his groin smacked into her lips. "You're getting the idea," laughed Jason, releasing her.
Sputtering, she fell limply to the floor. "You-you almost choked me to death," she rasped after coughing back her voice.
Dragging herself away from him, she quavered in sheer fright. She wanted this horrible nightmare to end.
"Enough, Jason. If you love me at all- enough."
"After I fuck you," he growled determinedly.
He abruptly. hefted her up off the floor.. "You can watch in the mirror."
he cried out-a frightened gasp as he spun her around and shoved her against the dresser. She braced herself, star in the dresser mirror, seeing Jason behind her, grinning and ogling her ass like a sex-crazed demon.
"On the bed, please, Jason. It's so uncomfortable here. Don't humiliate me like this. Pleeeease!"
"No, bitch. Maybe watching will keep you awake. You might even enjoy seeing me fuck you.,, She closed her eyes to the mirror directly in front of her face. "No!"
"Yeahhh!" he roared back. Gripping the tender flesh of her hips, he held her immobile, working his long veiny prick between her thighs. "Feel how hard it is, Joyce. Feel it and enjoy it! It's going to be in your pussy-a nice hard cock."
Easing his prick out between her lush thighs, he aimed for the target. "Here it comesss!" He lunged, cramming his prick deep into Joyce's dry pussy..
"Aaayyieee!" she shrieked. His prick had pierced her, leaving a burning wake of painful agony. "Take it out! It hurts, it hurts."
He lunged again. His head snapped on impact; her knees buckled under.
"Take it out! It's killing me, please." She wrenched her hips. Nothing helped. She opened her eyes; the mirror was right there. Before she turned her head away, she saw on his face that every effort she made to dislodge his fucking cock only heightened his enjoyment. Refusing to take part in this vicious and cruel act, she stood frozen, stiff. Bent over the dresser, she felt like a common whore. Her body stiffened; her cunt had dried up even more.
"Just like always," he snarled bitterly. "I'm fucking a statue." Fucking into her inert body, he force-fed his cock to her pussy. Vigorously, he fucked his rigid cock in and out of her tight dry cunt, while she moaned in suffering.
Jason gave her a vicious whack on the ass. She shrieked from the blow. He whacked her again, laughing. Joyce cried, feeling demoralized.
"I'm going to get you juicy, if I have to hold you against the dresser and fuck you all night long." His breath quickened along with his savage plunges. He fucked into her juiceless pussy with hard lightening jabs that had his balls rumbling with his churning cum.
She found herself watching, horrified and captivated. She couldn't tear her eyes away from this abhorrent act. Right in front of her eyes, she was being raped by her husband.
Something inside her began to stir. She was beginning to become a part of this disgusting and humiliating act. She fought her rising emotions, kept them buried, safely locked away where her conscience could be free of guilt. "Finish! It hurts! Burns!" The brutal friction of his slicing cock, brought more tears to her already watery eyes.
"If you weren't so fuckin' dry," he rasped, in the midst of flicking her savagely from the back, "it wouldn't hurt." He slapped her ass again, hearing her sob louder. He saw his hand print in the creamy flesh of her ass cheek.
She cried softly, her legs hurting, her ass stinging, her pussy . . . there were those feelings again. She quickly snuffed them out. She watched her tits sway beneath her, felt each jab of Jason's cock as if his prick were a red-hot poker entering and reentering her. Pain filled her insides.
"Ohhhh, God!" she cried. Her sexual feelings were beginning to appear. She battled them with the same determination she had used to suppress them since she was a kid. Only this time, it wasn't working!
Jason-too angry, too hot, too enraged to notice-fucked his wife's pussy, driven by an imperious need to cam. His balls, heavy weights of churning jism, were about to blow. He fucked his wife harder, drilled deeper.
In the next instant, his prick spewed thick pulsing jets of gooey cum. "I'm cumminggg!" Hands clutching his wife's unresponsive hips, he climaxed.
Joyce knew, and for a fleeting moment the hot cum triggered a response. She shuddered, hating herself and most of all Jason for bringing her buried lustful emotions to the surface.
Jason didn't know and didn't care. He fucked her over and over again, his cock greasing its own way through her pussy. In his lust dazed stupor, his orgasm had him fucking at full speed. He never realized that it was more than his jizz that greased her hole now: It was her pussy juice-the first positive reaction to sex in her adult life.
Joyce was sickened. She closed her eyes and, at the same time, tried to close her mind. She rode out her new feelings, refusing to enjoy them, and waiting for them to end.
"Aghhhhh!" Jason howled blissfully. His mind and body exploded in sexual darkness. It was bliss-but his wife was not there with him. Joyce, the woman he loved, was the one missing piece of the puzzle that kept him from total completion.
His cock spit its load, mixing with the first trickling juices from his wife's spongy pussy walls. "Feel it! I'm creaming you!" Lie hissed his abuse on her through clenched teeth. "Enjoy it, bitch!"
She was beginning to, without his awareness. She struggled with her new feelings. Winning. Losing. Winning, again, just as Jason, not knowing of the struggle within her, began to slow. . She gasped with a sight of relief, grateful that the nightmare was about to end.
"Frigid no good bitch!" he bellowed.
His prick spent, his balls emptied, he pulled out, frustrated and angry. He grabbed her, panting wildly, and dragged her down to the floor. Slapping his slick cock across her face, he exploded.
After simmering down, he released her. "I don't know why I bother." He plopped into a chair. This time, he was the one who was defeated.
Free at last, . Joyce staggered into the bathroom. After locking herself behind the door, she began to cry, starting the water in the shower.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her body rid of Jason's sticky goo, but her mind still, fraught with shame and degradation. Furtively, she peeked out. Jason was gone.
Sighing with relief, she climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Two
"Shhhhh," Jason whispered, opening the door to the house. "I don't wanna wake her up." He staggered inside, holding a giggling woman's hand. "I wanna surprise her."
"She's gonna he surprised all right," Dixie said. "You better put on alight, or I'll fall and break my damn ass." Slightly drunk, she stepped inside, Jason's house.
Jason laughed, slapped-the cheeks of her ass through the tight-fitting dress. "We don't want your ass busted, do we?" He flicked on a dim light. "C'mon. She's upstairs." He gave Dixie another pat an the ass. "You first, baby. I wanna play with your ass while you climb the stairs.
"Go under my dress," Dixie giggled. She took the steps slowly, wavering, reveling in his pawing hands.
Jason, drunk and horny, smoothed his hand over her flimsy panties, feeling her smooth ass. "Nice assmeat."
When they reached the landing, Dixie stopped and turned, Jason's hand still up her dress. "Which room?" she asked, feeling lightheaded, her tall sleek body swaying.
"First one on your right," Jason said. "You go in. I'll be right behind you."
"You sure you wanna do this?" Dixie asked.
"Yeah, it'll be a blast!" Jason nudged her. "Go on in. We'll teach her how to fuck."
Dixie giggled, opened the bedroom door. She turned to Jason. " think I'm as crazy as you," she whispered, her long legs taking her into the dark bedroom.
In bed, Joyce stirred. Voices roused her out of a fitful sleep. "Is that you, Jason?" she asked, seeing long shadows on the opposite wall.
"Yeah," Jason groaned, flicking on the light. "Surprise"
Joyce's blue eyes grew wide. She looked first at Jason, then at the statuesque woman with the long black hair, then back at Jason's grinning face. What evil things was his warped animal mind conjuring up?
"Hi, honey." Dixie's voice was throaty, deep. "I'm Dixie." She plopped on the edge of the bed and stretched.
Joyce's mouth was open, but nothing would come out, her eyes on the beautiful woman sitting beside her. She covered herself with the sheet. "Jason, why is she . . here?"
Jason wore a lascivious grin. He felt good. The booze helped. "I went out to get drunk," he said, the words slurring together. He went over to the bed and stood beside the woman that he had met at the bar. Fingers combing through Dixie's gleaming black hair, Jason began his explanation. "I met Dixie, and between the two of us, we came up with a terrific idea." His laugh made his wife shudder.
"I didn't think so at first, honey," Dixie cut in, giving Joyce a sexy gaze from dark eyes. "He talked me into it."
"You're both crazy! Get out of here!" Joyce cried.
"You haven't heard the idea yet, darling," Jason snarled viciously. His hand grabbed the sheet and tore it away from his wife's shaking body. "Listen! Dixie and I are going to show you how to enjoy sex. I told her you were frigid, and we both think watching us fuck might help to thaw your icy cunt." Each word was coated with a thick layer of anger and frustration meant to hurt Joyce.
Joyce tried grabbing for the sheet, but Jason just laughed and threw it on the floor.
"Get out!" Joyce cried in fear. "Get out!" Dixie began to caress one of Joyce's slender legs, hidden by a long summer nightie. "Don't be upset, honey. It's gonna be a blast." She winked. "You'll see. Her pink tongue flicked out, licking the full glistening lips of her pouting mouth. "It'll be fun, you'll see."
"Yeah," Jason added. Pulling Dixie to her feet, he squeezed a tit through the tight green summer dress. "Dixie will show you how a real woman behaves when she's got a cock. Right, baby?"
"Mmmmmmm," Dixie purred, squirming against Jason's pawing hands. "You watch, and I'll bet before we're through, you'll be begging to join us." Her hand grabbed Jason's crotch and massaged his hard-on through the pants. "Watch me and see how it's done."
Dixie dropped to the bed and worked Jason's zipper down, her fingers fishing for his lump of cock flesh. She lugged it out in the open, drooling at the formidable sight. "Your husband's cock is fantastic looking. You're lucky to have this piece of meat. Mmmmmm." She began stroking his cock, her glazed eyes locking on his prick, her hands drifting up and down the massive prick. Hot gasping breaths came out of her open mouth.
"I'm not going to sit here and watch this!" Joyce said sharply. "This is disgusting!" She started to climb out of bed.
"Sit, you frigid bitch!" Ron growled. "Move, and I'll rape you right now and make you eat Dixie's pussy."
Joyce's breath drew in sharply. She paled in horror. "You pigs!" she spat. She looked at her husband. She saw in the gleam of his eye that he was telling the truth. She stayed in bed, watching Dixie make love to her husband's prick with her mouth and hands.
"Stick it in your mouth, Dixie," Jason said. "Show the cold bitch how a real woman appreciates a hard cock."
Dixie, excited by the situation, opened her mouth, slipped the hulking piece of cockiest between her lips, closed them tight. She hummed, sending tingling impressions through Jason's stiff cockshaft. Dixie slurped wildly, taking the cock all the way, slapping her tongue across the underside when her lips slid back to the deep ridge below his cockhead.
Dixie could hear Joyce choke and gasp in disgust.
Jason, holding his, cock at the base of Dixie's sucking mouth, leered at his cringing wife. "Whatta mouth! Unnn! Pay attention and learn, bitch. Get close and watch!" He curled his fingers into a threatening fist, ready to strike. "Get close!"
Afraid to do anything but obey, Joyce hesitantly moved down the bed, closer to Jason and the raven-haired slut 'ho was moaning and slobbering all over her husband's cock. With ugly fascination, she watched through horrified blue eyes. Her throat tightened and closed, and she had to force a swallow or she would have choked on her own saliva. She felt as if Jason's cock were lodged deep in her own throat.
"He's delicious," Dixie sighed, staring at the glistening long cock in front of her face, her hands slowly going up and down. Her head tilted at Joyce, a twinkle in her eye. "you wanna taste? Best tasting cock I've ever had."
Shrinking back from the obscene offer, Joyce became sick. She was afraid to say no, fearing her husband's wrath if she provoked him. No telling what they would do.
"Go on, Dixie, forget about her. Suck me off with your fantastic mouth."
"Mmmmmm," Dixie purred desirously.
"Get your clothes off, so-I can do it right."
-"Great idea." Jason bad his clothes off before Joyce could blink-an eye. He was standing naked, glaring at his wife and a hungry drooling Dixie. "Move over." He gave his wife a snarl.
Joyce obeyed, not about to anger him. She was sure he had lost his mind. She tried melting into the headboard as she snuggled close to it for some kind of safety.
Jason climbed on the bed, sprawled himself out on his back. "Dinner's ready," he joked, grasping his towering hunk of cockmeat. "Come and get it."
Still wearing her dress, Dixie climbed on the bed on her knees, hiking the dress up to her waist. She gave a dirty giggle and grabbed Jason's prick. "Best looking dinner I've seen in a long time.
"See," Jason said, looking at his wife. "Dixie knows a good cock when she sees it." He looked down at the raven-haired beauty. "Show Miss Frigid how you take the whole thing."
"My pleasure," Dixie giggled drunkenly. She swooped down on his cock like a vulture feeding on raw meat. Hard inches of cock disappeared between her eager lips until her mouth was flush against the hair of his groin.
Joyce gasped. The memory of Jason's cock being rammed down her gullet was only too vivid. Her throat constricted and she choked again. She found it hard to believe that Dixie was taking his prick like a sword swallower. She prayed she would never have to do anything like that.
Jason groaned, squirmed his bare ass on the bed. "Baby, suck it!" he howled, lunging up. "Suck it! Suck it!" He fucked Dixie's face with hard fast jabs.
Dixie gulped, then swallowed, holding her head still while Jason fucked her face. She could feel Joyce's gaze on her and it excited her. Joyce seem so innocent. Dixie couldn't understand it, having had enjoyed men herself since her days as a teenager. Dixie slurped noisily on Jason's gorgeous cock. Tongue, teeth, lips, suction-all worked in concert to give Jason a blow job he wouldn't forget.
"Fuck me, Jason. Let's teach your wife how it's done."
Jason snickered. "Let's hope she can learn." He turned his head to his wife again. "See . . . Dixie's a woman.
A slut, Joyce thought, but kept it to herself. She had heard of women like Dixie. Seen them on the films that Jason had forced on her, but this was different. In person, in her own bedroom, it was a nightmare-a depraved vicious nightmare that would haunt the rest of her days. She hated Jason, hated him more than anything for putting her through this hell,
"Give us a strip show, Dixie. Joyce, here, always undresses in the bathroom. She's afraid to let me see her body."
"I don't see why," Dixie said, swaying on her feet. "She looks pretty delicious to me, even if she is dressed." Peeling the zipper down her back, Dixie moved her hips to an exotic tune in the back of her mind.
"Keep your eyes on Dixie and learn how to please a man," Jason growled to his wife. Seeing that Joyce hadn't complied, he grabbed an ankle and twisted. "Watch her!"
Joyce did-out of fear.
"Mmmmmmm," Dixie mewled seductively, her hips gyrating. Slipping the dress off her shoulders, her hands went to her red lace bra, squeezing each mound . together. Billowing flesh popped out of the tight bra.
"Yeahhh," Jason moaned excitedly. "Gorgeous!" He held his breath, feasting on the delight in front of him. It had been a long time since he had fun. All during their engagement, he had honored Joyce's wishes to enter marriage as a virgin. Then the shitty honeymoon. Dixie was a much needed tonic.
Dixie rolled her hips, easing the green dress down. It floated to her slender' ankles. She stepped back, wearing panties and bra, and threw her dress aside. "Keep watching," she said to Joyce, giving her a suggestive wink. "Now, things will get real interesting." Dixie's hands came up her sides, moving lewdly up her body.
"She'll watch," Jason assured. He pulled Joyce's ankle, gave it a slight wrenching. "Won't you?"
"Yes!" Joyce cried in anguish. "Stop hurting Releasing her ankle, he returned his attention to the luscious Dixie dancing erotically alongside the bed, squeezing her bra covered tits. Jason leered at her long legs, encased in black nylon, her creamy fleshy thighs above the tops of the stockings. Red panties at the vee.
"You look terrific," Jason groaned. "My nuts ache just looking at you.
"You'll do more than look," Dixie quipped in a sultry voice, "once I get your gorgeous cock in my pussy." Slowly, she turned, her ass wrapped in red lace, showing off her red frilly garter-belt which kept her stockings up. flaunting herself, Dixie bent over. "I got two holes." She skimmed her panties down. "And they both like a stiff cock."
She straightened up, whisked the panties off her long legs, and faced her audience. Dixie discarded the red panties, looking at Joyce who was sitting crunched up against the headboard, curled as tight as humanly possible.
"You wanna join me? We'll give your husband a real treat." She shook her shoulders. Her tits danced in red lace. "C'mon, we'll give him a treat he deserves."
"She's a shit," Jason said derisively and gave Dixie his undivided attention. Dixie looked too fantastic to ignore. "Let's see those big tits, Dixie."
Dixie's fingers worked the snap in the front, where her tits met in two huge pillows of creamy white. "Here they are, handsome." The bra fell away and revealed all of her mammoth globes to Jason. "I've got big tits, huh?" She flicked her bra at him. "Souvenir." She laughed recklessly, enjoying
herself in front of the innocent Joyce. Haying an audience, especially one who found sex
appalling, gave her a new thrill.
Jason rubbed the red lace bra over his hardon. "Maybe I'll cream in it."
"Oh no, my handsome fucker. It's my pussy you're gonna cream in. I'm dripping wet and burning hot for your handsome prick." She flashed her tongue over her glossy mouth.
Quivering in fright and disbelief, Joyce tried shutting out their gross ugly talk, but couldn't.
Something inside her made her listen.
"Wanna suck em?" Dixie sighed breathlessly. Her passion rose with the thought of someone watching her get fucked. Her hands skimmed up her body-full of curves and succulent flesh-meat-and grabbed each voluminous mound of tit. "Got plenty for both of you."
"Forget about her," Jason demanded. "Feed me your beautiful tits." His mouth opened to taste the sweet meat. His short sex life with Joyce had been confined to a quick mount, a quick cum-nothing before, nothing after, and, most important, nothing during. "C'mon, feed me some tit."
Dixie leaned forward, holding a tit for him. She looked at a shocked and disbelieving Joyce while Jason feasted on the soft succulent delicacy. "You should relax, honey," she said to Jason's cowering wife. "Getting your tits sucked is almost as good as having your pussy sucked." She moaned as Jason chewed avidly on a swollen rosy nipple. "Though nothing's better than having a cock stuffed up your cunt."
Squeezing the pulpy meat of Dixie's tits and chewing on them with childlike greed, Jason sucked and nibbled. He squeezed and pulled. His prick ached, and his hand moved off the bed, working up Dixie's parted legs above her stockings, over her smooth flesh to her juice drenched pussy. He rubbed hard. Dixie groaned and whimpered in heated response.
Jason buried his face between the generous mounds of tit flesh and chewed his way out. Panting, his face wet with spit, he gazed at Dixie. "It's time we showed my bitchy wife how fucking is done."
"I thought you'd never ask." She straightened up, rocking on her heels. "As soon as I get the rest of these things off."
"No," he groaned, "leave the garter belt and stockings on. It's sexy.'.' He reached for her. "Climb on. I'm tired of fucking in the missionary position."
"What about your wife?" Dixie was dying to see the lush blonde without her silly nightie. "She should be stripped too.
Jason grinned. "Yeah.. Great idea."
"Noooo! " Joyce cried, jerking away from Jason. "No!"
Jason laughed, dragging her down, shoving her off the bed. "Get up and strip," he rasped as her body thudded to the floor. "Give us a show like Dixie." He turned to Dixie. "Help her up, baby. Show her how it's done."
Dixie bent over and pulled a sobbing Joyce to her feet. "C'mon, honey, take off the nightie and show us what you got under there.
Joyce stood frozen to the spot. Big tears rolled down her face, and her bottom lip quivered.
"You help her," Jason groaned. "I'm tired of waiting."
Dixie brushed her hands against Joy's tits, fumbled excitedly with the buttons. Sucking in her breath, Dixie exposed Joyce's tits, smaller than hers, but just as succulent and juicy. Dixie was delighted. "Honey, they're gorgeous!" She pushed the nightie off a crying Joyce, letting it cascade down her body to the floor.
Seeing his wife being stripped by Dixie and now seeing them together-both naked-made his head swirl in a fog. "Goddamn," he growled. "You two look great together."
Joyce was afraid to move. She had her eyes closed tight, wishing she would die this very minute. She suffered her degradation quietly. Jason and Dixie ogling her naked body made her feel as if she were a slut on display a whorehouse.
"Honey," Dixie gasped hotly. "You should be showing your body more often. You're beautiful." Her hands came up and squeezed Joyce's pliant tits, then went down and stroked Joyce's blonde cunt. "God, I don't believe it!" Dixie looked at Jason. "Dry as a bone!"
"What did I tell ya? The bitch is frigid. C'mon, climb aboard and let's show her how men and women fuck." He sneered at his wife. "Get back on the bed and watch!"
Like a zombie, Joyce climbed back on the bed, hugging the headboard, wishing she could disappear.
"What a waste of female flesh," Dixie groaned, shaking her head. "Goddamn, I never would have believed it." She turned her attention to Jason and gave him a lascivious smile. "I'm ready for you and your cock now. My pussy is as soaked as your wife's is dry." She climbed o the bed between Jason's long outstretched legs. "Feel how wet I am." Straddling one of his hairy legs, she dragged her drooling cunt up and down his knee, drenching him in a pool of buttery cunt juice.
"Jesus Christ, Dixie, no more fooling around. Let's get into some serious fucking before I squirt my load up into the air." Grabbing a huge fleshy globe of Dixie's tit meat, Jason pulled.
"Ewwwww!" Dixie squealed, shaking loose from his grip. "In a minute. I want to rub my cunt on your other leg." Her glassy stare settled on the cringing Joyce. "Watch me cream him, honey. I got more juice in my pussy than any. two women." Smashing her cunt down on Jason's other knee, she soaked him in a pool froth. She climbed over his vain, her pussy ready for a stiff cock. Her entire body tingled; she was about to get fucked, and an innocent girl was going to watch her. The thought was enough to take her breath away.
Dixie's tongue passed over her glossy lips, her mysterious dark eyes glowing at the woman who was going to watch her. "I'm going to fuck him now, Joyce," Dixie's eyes flickered in readiness. "I'm gonna slip this nice hard cock right into my wet pussy. Watch."
Grabbing the bulky base, Dixie swirled Jason's cockhead through the velvety folds of her dripping pussy. "Ohhhhh, shit, heaven! Joyce, you don't know what you're missing."
Jason groaned lunging up, twisting his prick inside a hot pulsing cunt. He nearly blew his wad right then and there; it had been such a long time since he had rammed his cock into a cunt that was alive. His face was tight, his features contorting in blissful agony. He pawed supple fits, wedged his cock in a storm of constricting cunt muscles.
Dixie responded with a thrust of her hips and a deep moan of exquisite pleasure. Her head snapped back, then she went wild. Bucking. Ramming. Impaling herself to the utmost.
It blew Jason's mind. "Oh God, you know how to fuck!" He gritted his teeth, the words hissing through.
"Like this?" Her pace quickened, finding a powerhouse of strength within her that she never thought she possessed. The woman watching her was the catalyst. "Ooooo! Holy shit! Your cock is so hard!" Dixie swooned from the cock jerking inside her and from her audience of a sickened Joyce. Her hips rotated in tight circles, her body stuffed with prickmeat to the hilt. It was heaven. She swayed, sitting on Jason's groin, his cock fucking her pulsing pussy.
Jason rammed up, his cock immersed in a boiling vat of cunt juices, tentacles of spongy heat holding him captive. He dropped back on the bed with a groan., his hands seeking Dixie's jerking hips. "Aggghhh! The sound escaped his mouth when Dixie's hips wrenched in a tantalizing twist.
"Jesssus!" Jason hissed. "You are damn good!" For the moment he felt as if his entire body was imbedded in a gooey cunt. It had definitely been too long since he had felt a pussy like this. It made him realize how hot and horny he really was. "God, I forgot what a wet pussy was like!" His active hands roamed Dixie's churning curvaceous body- her bloated tits, her wrenching hips and ass, her stocking king legs.
Dixie was racking back and forth. Her tits quivered like a mold of firm jello. Her passion-glazed eyes rolled. "God, I feel you up in my Goddamn gut!" She glanced at a wide eyed frightened Joyce. "This is what it's all about, honey getting fucked. Nothing's better." Her ass squiggled enticingly. "Ooooo, you don't know what you're missing.
"Mmmmmmm." Dixie was floating in seventh heaven. Aside from the-gorgeous cock fucking her out of her skull, Jason's wife watching added a special thrill. "Look at this," she gasped, smashing her cunt don on the stabbing cock, meeting Jason halfway. "You watching?" Dixie eased up off the hard piece of prickmeat. making it possible for Joyce to see Jason's cock buried inside her cunt. She slid up and down. Warm oozing fuck cream dribbled down his half-buried cockshaft.
Joyce almost fainted. Her blue eyes darted away from the obscene act she was forced to watch.
"Forget her, it's useless," Jason groaned. "She's not worth it." At the moment, he could think of nothing but the cunt he was fucking. Jason's hands, holding onto her bucking hips, slammed Dixie back and forth on his bloated, cock. He flicked. His ass jerked. His hands lugged the luscious woman up and down his prick. His massive cock fucked deeply with each lunge.
"Ohhhh, Jason," Dixie squealed blissfully. Throwing herself into her passion with reckless abandon, the raven-haired beauty twisted and leaned forward.. She dangled her giant globes of tit meat in big face, whacked them across his nipping mouth and teeth. For a wild moment, they both became lost in their own world of crazy lust.
"Bite! Bite!" Dixie squealed. Tit flesh slapped Jason's face. "Catch a nipple." Rocking her hips, grinding her pussy down, she mashed her cut down into Jason's merging groin. "Oooooo!"
Jason caught a nipple. His teeth grazed the rubbery tip. Sadistically, he chewed the stiff nipple, then slurped it into his mouth. The large rosy silver dollar nipple was drawn into his mouth by. his deep suction. He curled his fingers around the bulky meat of Dixie's magnificent tits and kneaded while he chewed. He fucked into her cunt while she twisted. He felt as if he were about to explode.
Dixie tossed her long black hair around. The silky-soft strands swished across her bare creamy shoulders, across Jason's handsome features and her own flushed and excited face.
"Oh, Jason!" her hips squiggled. "My other tit." Humping up and down, Dixie adjusted to his rhythm, climbing toward her orgasm along with him.
Dixie braced herself on stiff arms. Her hair cascaded over her tits and into Jason's face, one nipple caught in his hungry mouth. Hot juicy spasms cascaded through her pussy, blending with the joy she experienced from Jason sucking her nipple to the limit.
Jason slurped loudly, his hands mauling the pulpy flesh of hr tit, squeezing the abundant meat. His hands went suddenly wild, pinching, digging. Her once-creamy body was now becoming a glowing mass of red flesh. Nothing escaped his maniacal mangling.
His hips became pistons. His upward thrusts whacked into her soft resiliency. His hard cock fucked into her juicy sponginess.
Dixie's screams of utter joy were music to Jason's ears. He couldn't remember when he had enjoyed himself this much. It was like coming out of a desert and falling into a lake of sparkling dear drinking water. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his thoughts, he conjured up an image of Joyce riding his cock, instead of Dixie. He drowned the thought. It wasn't Joyce fucking him, and he might as well get used to it.
Dixie pulled her tits away from Jason's greedy mouth and sat up, back straight, ass humping, cunt squishing. Her voluptuous tits jiggled. Her mouth opened. Hot moaning gasps escaped, then a whimpering sob. "Ohhh, you chewed my titties to death!" Her hands massaged them soothingly while her hips rocked and fingers cradled the tortured flesh of her massive tits. "Jason! You're a hell of a fuck! Oh, fuck me to death!"
Back and forth, side to side, her hips gyrated. Slow undulating liquid moves turned her mind to putty and muddled Jason's passion-sopped brain.
Combing through her long black hair, Dixie fucked herself on Jason's cum-swelled hard on.
With her cunt, she kept Jason in bliss. With her wrenching body, she fanned the flames of his passion. "You ready to cum, fucker?" she asked..
"Yeahhh!" he rasped-a hollow echoing sound that didn't sound human lie lunged; Dixie squealed in delight.
For the last time, Dixie leered at the naked cringing Joyce. A wave of pity washed over her-Joyce would never experience bliss unless she thawed.
Dixie spoke to her for the last time. "I'm gonna cum, Joyce. Gonna cream all over your husband's gorgeous cock, and he's gonna shoot his hot load up my pussy." She swooned. "It's greatest kind in the world having a cock blast inside you." Dixie dropped her hands, braced herself for the steady climb to the peak.
Picking up the fast pace, they both scrambled to their orgasms.
Dixie gazed down into Jason's face. "Ummmm, I'm ready, fucker. Ready to cummmm!" She was delirious; "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" Her hips moved in a blurring motion as she lost herself in her orgasm.
"God, Dixie!" Jason roared. "I'm gonna blast my fuckin' load!"
Dixie's head snapped from side to side. Her eyes rolled lazily in their sockets. Her mouth flew open in a screw. "I'm cumming!" Her cunt imploded as her mind exploded in sexual ecstasy. "I'm creaminggg!" she ranted in a holocaust of orgasms. Her upper body wrenched in opposition to the rest of her, flinging her hair across her scarlet-tinted face and Jason's rigid features. The silky black strands of her hair swished like a soft whip.
Jason's cock was caught in the storm of Dixie's, exploding pussy. He flicked into her orgasmic cunt, his hands dragging her jerking body the few inches that ground her cit into the hardness of his cement. His lungs were stiff demonic, urgent. His prick burst, unable to weather her stormy cunt. "Aghhh!
he roared, his prick erupting, spewing a geyser of thick white molten cock jizz into her oozing pussy. "I'm creaming too!" He joined her in bliss, wishing it were his wife instead of Dixie suspended in orgasm with him.
It turned Joyce's stomach to watch, but she couldn't take her eyes off the grotesque gyrations of the two naked fucking bodies, jerking in a rhythm all their own.
Hot squirting wads of Jason's cum flooded the pulsing spongy meat of Dixie's exploding pussy. He manhandled her tits, hips, anything and everything he could get his hands on. He felt each squirt of cum as it shot through his prick and into her gulping hot pussy.
The two fought in lust, Dixie slamming down and grinding her cut into his groin, Jason lunging up and fucking her pussy with
- his spewing prick. Grunts blended with sobs of joy. Sweaty flesh slapped with a cracking sound and squeaked from their perspiration. Tits swung back and forth like huge melons.
Dixie twisted and squirmed wildly on top of Jason's spurting cock. Grinding her hard blood-engorged clit into his groin, she climaxed over and over again. Hot gushing cunt-cream coated Jason's fucking prick, greasing his cock for maximum speed. 'Fuck meeee!" Her screeching voice echoed.
Jason grunted with each fuck into her hot cunt. His balls were draining their heavy load. He held her tight, whacking up into her twisting squirming body. The mixture of cock jizz and pussy cum oozed from her cuntlips, down over his balls that smacked into her ass. His back arched with the next thrust; his legs stiffened. He lunged, held his body rigid as she rode the last stab into oblivion.
Dixie convulsed on his cock. The last of her orgasm drained her strength. The raven-haired beauty trembled in ecstasy, then collapsed on top of Jason, twitching sporadically, skittering down from heaven. "Oh God!" she sighed, frantically kissing him. "You are the best fuck I've ever had." She rolled off him. Her tits heaved as she caught her breath. "God would I like to take you home with me. I'd fuck you morning, noon, and night."
Jason groaned, looked at his wife, then back at Dixie. "What are we waiting for? Let's get dressed and get the hell out of here." He pulled himself off the bed with a grunt, grabbed his clothes. He stared Joyce in the face. " hope you learned something."
"I did," Joyce rapped nastily. "You're an animal and so is she."
"Better a live animal than a dead fish, honey," Dixie put in, putting on the green dress. "I'm gonna show your husband what a real woman is like.?'
"You already have," he groaned to Dixie, sliding his arm around her trim waist. "Let's get the fuck out of here.
"Don't ever come back!" Joyce screamed in hysteria. "Ever!"
Jason wheeled on his wife. "I don't intend to, Joyce. Stick our pussy up your fuckin' ass and be like your mother. I'm not going to be like your father; maybe he can take it, but I can't."
Jason bent over from the waist, ushered Dixie Out with an exaggerated flourish, and grabbed a feel of her ass when she went by. "See ya," he said to his wife, and left.
Joyce found that she was shaking; she couldn't stop herself. She waited until she heard the downstairs door close, then jumped out of bed for her nightgown. Picking up Dixie's bra and panties with distaste, she tossed them in the bathroom trash.
Quietly, she slipped back into bed. Fretful sleep took her.
Chapter Three
Joyce rolled over in bed. The first rays of morning flooded the bedroom. Blinking herself awake, she shuddered, the memories of last night rushing back to haunt her.
"Oh God," she moaned. After climbing out of bed, she wrapped herself in a long thick robe and scurried downstairs.
After a warming cup of coffee, she felt slightly better. With the second cup, she climbed the stairs to the bedroom, set the steaming mug on the bed stand, reached for the phone. She dialed her parents' number.
"Hello?" the familiar voice of her mother spoke from the other end.
It calmed Joyce. "It's me, Mom." She found it difficult to keep the tremor out. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, baby." Joyce's mother lowered her tone conspiratorially. "Arc you all right? I mean. . . the honeymoon. Did he hurt you too much?"
Joyce began to cry. "Yes, Mom, he was a brute and an animal, like you said." Joyce blurted out all the terrible things Jason had subjected her to on the week of their awful honeymoon. "Every night he wanted it, Mom, and I did it because I love him.., but last night-" She started to bawl, unable to continue.
"Easy, baby," her mother soothed. "Everything's going to be all right. The honeymoon's over. Set him straight. Don't give in. I never did."
"I tried, Mom," Joyce blubbered over the phone, sniffing back her tears. "He was worse. Not gentle and understanding, like you said daddy is. He forced me to do things I can't even repeat." Joyce gasped in her breath, gaining strength to go on. "Then, he went out and got drunk and brought a slut back to our house and made-me watch everything they did. It was horrible!"
"Oh, my God," her mother gasped, clutching her heart. "Henry! Henry!" she called to her husband. "Get on the phone in the kitchen and tell your daughter to come home this minute!"
Henry pulled himself up from the kitchen table, a grumbling frown on his face. He picked up the extension. "Hi, honey," Henry said cheerfully. "Enjoy your honeymoon?"
"Henry!" his wife's piercing voice screamed. "Just tell her to come home!"
Henry winced at the sound of his wife's shrill. He ignored her as he had done for years. "What's the matter, Joyce. You and Jason have a layers' squabble?"
"No, Daddy," Joyce sobbed. "I can't tell you. I'm ashamed."
"I can though," her mother cut in, still on the phone. Joyce's mother related what Joyce had just told her to a calm Henry on the extension. "Now you tell her to come home"'
Henry heaved a deep breath, anticipating the storm that would surely come with what he was about to say to his frightened daughter. "Joyce, I want you to listen to me very carefully."
"Yes, Daddy." Joyce dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.
"Just tell her to come home!" her mother interrupted. "Now, Henry!"
"Shut up, Maude!"
"Henry!"
"I said, shut up, Maude! I'm going to talk to our daughter."
Joyce had never beard her father raise his voice to her mother before. Silently, she waited, for what, she didn't know.
"Joyce," Henry began.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I want you to stay there; make up with Jason. He's a good man."
Joyce gasped, "Daddy, he-"
"You have to stop listening to your mother, Joyce. Sex isn't like what she told you at all. It's fun. Not dirty. Only your mother makes it out to be dirty. Women are suppose to enjoy it.
Get in touch with the times and out of the middle ages, where your mother lives.': Henry anticipated his wife's rebuttal. "Shut up, Maude, and let me finish." To his daughter, he said, "I should have told you this long ago. I hope it's not too late. I figured you'd discover the truth on your honeymoon, and I was wrong. Your mother has poisoned you more than I thought."'
Henry paused and allowed his advice to sink in his daughter's mini
"I've never lied to you, Joyce," he went on.
"Stick it out. Sex is not a ditty word. It makes life worthwhile. It can be exciting for you, and you'll enjoy every second of it, if you only rein. Accept it as what it is-natural. Call me, if you want to talk." Henry cleared his throat. "Hang up, Made."
Joyce held a dead phone to her ear, stunned. Her world had been turned upside, down. She was frozen in shock, unable to think straight. After a few minutes, she slowly replaced the receiver, her hand shaking. With blank expressionless eyes, she glanced at her coffee.
As if in a trance, she climbed out of bed, her father's words ringing in her ears. Her legs somehow took her to the full-length mirror on the other side of the closet door. She opened it and stared at herself.
For the first time, she opened the robe to look at herself. Her fingers went to the sash that held the robe together. Methodically, she took out the knot. The robe whispered open. A thin strip of creamy flesh appeared, her pussy hair showing.
"Oooooo," she sighed, observing herself with childlike curiosity. Trembling, her hands slipped the robe off her shoulders. It dropped to her feet, leaving her naked body on display to her anxious eyes. In the past, she had avoided complete nudity when confronted with a minor. Now, she was forced to find out for herself who was right, her mother or her father.
She swallowed first, before touching herself. Her mother's heedful words of sexual warning echoed through her head-the voice she had listened to all her life. She fought it, sensing in her father's tone something more than the truth. Regret? Sorrow? Her fingers touched the silky flesh of her hips. A tremor swept through her.
She smoothed her hands up to her tits and cradled them. The soft mounds rose and fell with each troubled breath she took. The voice of her father rang in her head, this time, louder, truer than the shrill tones of her mother. Her cautious fingers squeezed each tit simultaneously. Not since she was a child had she done that, believing it had been sinful, wicked.
"Oooooo," Joyce cooed. Her hands and fingers squeezed more readily now, massaging the pliant flesh. Palms caressed nipples. Her blue eyes were fastened on her reflection, wide in amazement. It was unbelievable; she could feel the subtle way in which her body was succumbing.
Caught up in what she was doing, she slid her hands down her naked body, seeking the soft silky strands of her blonde cunt. Touching herself between her legs, she shivered, her knees almost buckling from the first experience of feeling herself. She gulped back a rising panic and kept her hand on her blonde cunt mound. Carefully and holding her breath, she eased her fingers between the velvety folds of her pussy. Her eyes grew wider.
She coughed up a sigh. She didn't know what would happen-half afraid, half excited. If her mother was telling the truth, she would get violently ill. If her father was right, it would be good, and she would enjoy it. She kept an open mind, frightened, excited. She moved her fingers in and out of her dry pussy, waiting for something to happen, a sign, something to guide her confused mind.
Warm cunt juice seeped onto her exploring fingers. She gasped, going limp. She almost crumbled to the floor from the contact. She stroked her cunt while gazing at herself, the fuck juices beginning to flow over her swirling fingers more freely. She spread her legs, watching her face turn into a mask of lust. She had seen that expression before on Jason's face . . . on Dixie's. Her cit began to harden, stiffen. Her moving fingers bumped it accidentally in a frenzied attempt to play with herself and arouse more feelings.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy, you're fight; it does feel good."
It was as if all the years of repression had evaporated. Her mothers voice disappeared, and her father's advice took over to dominate. A hot sizzling smile curled her gentle mouth.
"Jason, are you ever gonna be surprised!" For the first time since their wedding day, she Was truly happy. She rubbed her body more freely, kneading her tits, stroking her fingers through her wet sticky pussy. She was like a child with a new toy. She had to lean against the closet door for support. She was weak on her feet while her busy fingers glided through her cunt with ease. Her cunt juices flowed in gushing amounts. Mild but wonderful orgasms floated through her body as she fingered herself. It blew her mind. She was gasping. Relief. Happiness. A great weight had been lifted. Inwardly, she rejoiced.
Staggering, she stumbled to the bed and grabbed the phone, dialed Jason's office. She waited, got through to the operator at the plant, then to his office. His voice warmed her heart. "Jason," she gasped, knowing he would be thrilled when she told him.
"I don't want to talk to you," he said gruffly. "You're a frigid bitch who hasn't got any feelings at all."
"I've changed," she cried. "Come home tonight and I'll prove it."
"Shit on you, Joyce," he said. "I'm tired of wasting my time and my life on you. I'm getting fucked regular now. I moved in with Dixie-a real woman."
"I'm a real woman," she cried. "Come home, and I'll show you."
"Bullshit! You're not a woman. You're ice." After slamming the phone dawn on his wife, he returned to his work, shaking his head.
Joyce was devastated. "He doesn't believe me!" Her mind whirled. "How can I convince him?" She gazed down at her curvy figure. A hot smile played at her mouth.
She scooted down on the bed, ready to indulge herself, to catch up on the years she had wasted listening to her mother and her lies. Her fingers went to her perfect mounds of tits gently, she squeezed. Her blue eyes misted, then blazed.
"Mmmmmmm," she punned, deep in her throat like a contented cat. "Oooooo." Her lips formed an erotic oval as she breathed and sighed. Her hands became urgent in their fondling. She pawed the soft yielding flesh of her tits. Her nails scratching, she turned her bloated fits into a crisscross of white lines that quickly dissolved. Her hips began to undulate, her long legs open.
She hissed in her breath, her soft rounded ass slowly coming off the bed. Her fingers clawed the ripe peaks of her tits. The nipples ached, swollen with a lost lust that had been rediscovered, lost since she had played with herself when she had been a teen. The guilt from her mother's words had made her stop and deny herself sexual pleasure. She wondered now how she could have been so stupid.
"I want you, Jason," she moaned, her hands going down her body. She stroked her flat belly that was taut with an aching desire. Her fingers found the curly blonde triangle of pussy hair. She hummed quietly, reaching between her thighs, touching, and fondling the velvety lips of her pussy.
A rippling spasm shot through her pussy, and she gasped in it wake. "Oh God, what have I been missing all this time?" She trembled, her fingers parting the velvety lips of her cunt, searching the moist pussy-for more sensations, stronger sensations.
She found them. Her probing fingers squirmed into the drenched hole of her cunt, sampling the texture of her cushiony cunt walls. She was in bliss. She finger-fucked herself until she whimpered like an infant. "Oh! Ohh! Unnnnn!" Humping wildly, her ass hammered the mattress, her mind up in the clouds, her fingers gouging her drooling cunt. A sticky cream spilled past her cuntlips. Her tits jiggled from her erratic movement, the nipples swollen and hard. Another orgasm rippled through her body, more powerful than the last, but not with the strength of a complete climax.
Her heart leaped into her throat. What she had experienced was the mast fantastic feeling of her life, and she knew it would become better, stronger with Jason's cock fucking her. She blinked, stirring back to normalcy.
After the incomplete climax, she dragged her naked body out of bed. She was like a child again, rediscovering her body, with its exotic bends and turns, hidden places and alluring crevices. She staggered weakly to the foot of the bed, straddled a corner of the footboard. Easing her moist cunt over one of the twisting wooden knobs, she sucked in her breath. The fat hard knob sank easily into her pussy.
"Ahhhhh' she wailed deliriously, her entire body quivering with excitement. The round wooden piece began to glisten with her streaming fuck juices as she squished her cunt down on it time and time again. Her hips in perpetual motion, Joyce fucked herself like she had never been fucked before. Her ass jerked. Her head snapped forward with each bang. Her cuntlips were opening wide for each delicious thrust.
Another orgasm seized her already-weak body. She topped to the floor, shaking in spasms. Her head wiggled dizzily. She wondered if it would get better, yet was extremely grateful for what she did receive.
In a drunken sexual stupor, she crawled to the closet door. Pulling herself to her unsteady feet, she rubbed her sweaty body against the cool mirror. She watched her face turn red and became hot with tingling excitement. "I'm so hot . . . I want a cock. Oh God, I want a cock!"
The dam of her emotions broke. Having been suppressed for so long, they came rushing to the surface, drowning her in a sexual euphoria. Her soft blue eyes glittered with desire. Her tits were crushed against the smooth mirror. She pressed her belly tight up against it. Her hips began to wriggle. "God! Give me a cock!" An inferno of lustful desires enveloped her. She craved to be satisfied, wanted to try it all.
With her legs spread, a slender thigh an each side of the closet door, she slammed her cunt into the door's edge. Her thighs clenched tight, the door was in her tight grip.
Her nails clawed the wood on one side of the door, the. mirror on the other. Hot gasping cries of lust escaped her open drooling mouth. Her hips rammed her juicy pussy into the hard edge of the wood. She trembled, quivered in joy, her cut bearing the brunt of the devastating contact. Each driving lunge mashed her vulnerable blood-filled cut.
"Ah Ah Ah" she cried in blissful torment. Her legs flexed at the knee. Up and down, she moved, her cunt dragging her cut along the hard edge. Spasms now ripped through her body with greater intensity.
Her eyes were staring at a side of her face- scarlet, mouth parted, spit dribbling. It fascinated her. Her hips jerked wildly. Her knees buckled. Her ass jiggled. She clawed her way toward her first true orgasm.
"Ohhhh, God, it's . . . it's ... She swooned, almost collapsing to the floor. Quivering from orgasm after orgasm, she held onto the closet door, moaning incoherently. It boggled her mind. She worked her hips like a demon, making rapid thrusts. She fucked hard enough to send bolts of bliss through her empty pulsing cunt.
"Mmmmm," she hummed. Her sounds of ecstasy were filled with sobs of lust and whimpering squeals of pleasure. Her own garbled noises bombarded her ears and added to her runaway lust.
Her blue eyes bulged. She felt herself reaching a higher peak. "Oh God! I'm in heaven!" It blew her mind. She had seen it happen to Jason and Dixie, and now it was going to happen to her! She knew it would be her strongest orgasm without a cock. She welcomed it with open arms.
"Oh God! God help me, I'm cumming!" She wished the world could hear. Her naked body shook with convulsions, the door caught between her tits, which were flushed with passion, and between her gooey cuntlips. Her body wouldn't stop jerking, twisting, wrenching. It was bliss, heavenly bliss, and she threw herself into her wild orgasm completely, creaming her empty pussy. Her eyes blazed with joy and rapture. Joy from knowing she was actually cumming; rapture from the sheer pleasure her jerky body was experiencing. The walls of her spongy mint opened like a dam. A buttery ooze flooded her spastic empty pussy.
She bucked, slammed her pussy into the door's edge. "I want to . . . fuck! Somebody
fuck me!" she wailed with each slam of her juicy cunt into the door.
Joyce went mad, crushing her body, smashing her clit into the wood, clawing the door and mirror, pounding it with her small fists. She screamed for a man, a cock, anything to fill the emptiness of her exploding cunt that gushed with a deluge of pussy-cream.
Slowly, her spastic attack lessened. She began to weaken. As her orgasm slowly dissolved, spasms seized her from every angle.
Inch by quivering inch, she melted, sliding down the door. As she floated to the floor, her cut dragged along the rough surface of the wooden door. Her body contorted. Her hips never stopped as they beat her pussy into the hardness. "Cock! Cock!" she shrieked wildly. She craved to be filled with a hard stiff prick, wanting to savor the sensations of a man fucking into her pussy.
Her piercing screech could be heard throughout the empty house as the last of her orgasms whipped through her pussy. A never ending flood of buttery fuck sauce, hot and thick, gushed past her pussy lips, wetting her inner thighs with the sticky goo.
Not willing to give up the pleasure she had denied herself since puberty, she wriggled on the floor, lying on her back, the door between her legs. She humped her jiggling ass up and down. She ground her cunt into the door, not knowing what else to fuck.
"Aggghhh!" Gurgling sounds deep in her throat escaped her rosy lips. The thumping of ass on the carpet became mixed with her garbled sounds of ecstasy. She clawed her tits, orgasms whipping through her all the time. A shriek shattered the sexually thick air, and she collapsed back on the floor, panting and gasping.
For what seemed to be an eternity, she lay there. Her heavy labored breathing kept her from slipping off into a dead faint.
"Oh, my God," she panted, her body tingling like never before.
Stumbling, she pulled and half dragged herself up to her feet. Her legs were not yet strong enough to support her. She grabbed the door before she could, crash to the floor and held on. A sexy grin filled her face; "I hope I can do as well with a man," Joyce groaned on her way to the bathroom.
"A man," she said aloud as if she couldn't believe her own words. As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, a slight tremor swept through her pussy. "A man." It muddled her mind to think of it. Her blue eyes widened. "Can you do it?" she asked her reflection. "Can you prove Jason wrong?" A sly seductive smile played at her mouth. "I must!" she swore to herself. "I must be a whole woman . .. for myself and for Jason and for us!"
She turned abruptly for, the shower. She knew as she stepped into the tub that she Would have to prove to herself she was a whole woman before she could, convince Jason. How, she didn't know.
For now, she relaxed, letting the warm spray rinse away the beads of sweat from her first passionate climax.
Chapter Four
Joyce padded naked out of the bathroom, her tits swollen, and her flesh pink. Soft fluffed dry blonde hair casually bounced about her neck and smooth slender shoulders in shiny golden curls. She glanced at her figure in the mirror where only a short time ago she had experienced her first orgasm. She knew she couldn't go through life fucking inanimate objects. For the true test, she had to have a real cock. She giggled and rifled through the closet, looking over and closely inspecting for the first time the sexy clothes Jason had bought for her.
Everything looked so sinful. Her heart began to thump again in her ears. It wasn't going to be easy fighting her mother's upbringing. She turned away, going to the dresser, picking out a pair of black silk panties.
"This will do for a start," she murmured. She slipped them up her long sexy legs and over the twin mounds of her heart-shaped ass. The gleaming silk material clung to the firm ass cheeks and hips like black paint. She shivered, deciding to wear the matching bra.
Her hands trembled as she stuffed her melon-shaped tits into the half bra after snapping it in the front. She surveyed herself in the mirror, and her breath escaped with a gasp. Her mother's voice echoed in the back of her mind. Sinful clothes. Wicked women. Whores. Joyce shook her head, her blonde hair swishing about her determined face as she blocked out her mother's haunting words. The panties and bra felt good against her tingling flesh. Her entire, body felt delicious, and just wearing them made her hot.
She bit her lip, grabbed a pair of jeans. After pulling them up, she snapped them at the waist. They were snug but not too tight. A shirt, plaid and bright, was next She left the shirt out to hide the curve of her hips and the swell of her ass. She felt comfortable in her own clothes, but having the sexy underwear on underneath made her feel daring for the first time in her life.
As an afterthought, she unbuttoned the top two buttons-something . she had never done before. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. Making up her mind to be as bold as possible, she slipped her feet into a pair of open-toe high heels. As she slowly walked out of the bedroom; heading for the stairs, she was aware that the heels made her legs appear longer with each sexy stride. The added height the shoes gave her made her ass swing provocatively in the snug-tight jeans.
She felt wanton and loved it, even though she knew most women dressed this way all the time. For her, it was a first. Plain stylish clothes used to be her choice; now feminine sexy things for her new image. She shivered and went downstairs. It had been a long eventful morning, and she was famished.
Swallowing two cups of coffee and a Danish, Joyce thought about how she was going to enter her first sexual venture. At the sink, she washed the cup and saucer. Casually, she glanced out at the lawn in the backyard and the few lonely trees near the edge of the property. Her mind drifted. Fucking a man. It frightened her.
Her sparkling blue eyes caught a glimpse of movement. Kenny Howard, a neighborhood boy, was in the next yard talking with Cissy Turner, the girl next door. She shut off the water and watched the boy kiss his girlfriend. They were standing under a tree, out of sight from the girl's house, but in perfect view for Joyce. Her heart skipping, Joyce continued to spy on the young couple.
Her blue eyes popped open in surprise as she saw Kenny bring his hand up and squeeze Cissy's tit through the blouse. Joyce sighed, becoming aroused. She knew her panties were moist with pussy juice, and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling her cuntlips squish.
Joyce's knees turned to rubber. She leaned against the sink, still watching Kenny, his hand on Cissy's plump tit, his mouth on the young girl's. Joyce choked back a lump in her throat. She wondered if Cissy would push Kenny's hand away. The young girl didn't. Kenny's hand was feeling Cissy's ass through her jeans, the other hand still on her tit. Joyce swooned
-the girl was letting him! Joyce's eyes followed Kenny's hand that went from the young girl's tit to the snap on her jeans.
Cissy struggled, then pushed Kenny's hand away. Joyce saw them argue. Kenny's face registered defeat but his hands were still actively trying to undress the girl. Cissy slapped him, turned, and ran across her backyard lawn toward her house.
Joyce stood by her kitchen sink, staring at Kenny. A boy, not a man, would be good to try first. Kenny would be perfect; if Cissy, a mere girl, could handle Kenny, Joyce was sure she could too. . She would be in complete control, could go at her own pace. If she couldn't handle it, she could stop Kenny at any moment, unlike a man, who would force her to go through with it.
Joyce, determined to change her sexual life, pushed herself away from the sink. She was going to catch Kenny before he left. She went through the house to the living room.
Flinging open the front door, she ran outside, spotting Kenny emerging from Cissy's yard. She gave the boy a nervous smile and waved to him, conscious of her sexy underwear under her jeans and blouse. She felt as if she were wearing nothing but the panties and bra.
"I have some things in the house I have to rearrange. If you can help, I'll be glad to pay you." Her mind was racing for what they could move once she had the boy in the house.
His face brightened. "Sure.
Her smile was a nervous one, but Kenny didn't notice. What he did notice was the soft curve of her S when she stepped ahead f him on the way into the house.
"I'm glad I ran into you. I want to change some things around in the living room. My husband will be too tired when he comes home from work," She ascended the front steps to the house, feeling as if everyone in the neighborhood were looking at her and knew why she was inviting the cute teenager into her home. She almost stumbled when she reached the front door. She sensed the, boy's gaze on her ass before she turned to let him in.
"What do you want moved?" Kenny asked once they were inside. His gaze drifted up and down her sinuous body.
"The couch," she blurted almost too quickly, feeling uneasy under his steady gaze. She strode by him in her way into the living room. Quickly, she glanced around, thinking fast. "I would like it over there, closer to the fireplace." She pointed, turned her head to look at the young man. Fear and hunger rushed through her. Hunger won, needing what the boy had between his legs as much as breath itself. "Okay?" she breathed, shaking.
"Sure," Kenny said. His tide-set brown eyes were smiling at her. She was a beauty. Too old for mc, he decided.
They struggled with the heavy couch, setting it down where she wanted. Joyce sighed breathlessly, summoning up courage. "How about a soda?"
Kenny nodded. His eyes lowered to her tits under the colorful plaid shirt. The look was casual, but it made her passion boil.
On weak legs, Joyce took his hand and led him out to the kitchen. She pointed to the refrigerator. "Help yourself." She took a seat; her legs had gone limp, like the rest of her body. Passion mounted as she thought of what his cock would look like. How big? Long? Thick? Her cunt was gushing.
Kenny pulled out a cold bottle of Coke, plopped in a kitchen chair opposite Joyce, and took a large swig.
Joyce watched his neck strain while he gulped. She wondered how she would get him interested in her. She decided to play it by ear. "I was watching from the window," she began, "when you were kissing Cissy."
Kenny's face immediately drained. "You won't say anything, will ya?"
Joyce gave him a reassuring smile. "PU never say a word." Suddenly, she was in a panic. What else was there to say? She blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "She doesn't like you to touch her between her legs, does she?" Joyce's breathing was irregular, rapid, shallow. Her cheeks flared red, burning.
Kenny blushed and wordlessly shook his head.
"Do you get hot when you touch her?' she asked, her voice wavering, breaking. She wondered it' she was going about this right.
Kenny was all embarrassment. His face blushed a deeper shade of red.
"If I were your girl, I'd let you touch me. . . anywhere," she gasped, her words rushed. Her body was aching. She was hot, excited. Her nipples were hard, pointed.
Kenny's eyes bulged. "Really? You?"
Not trusting her voice, Joyce nodded, nervously licking her dry lips. She stood and took a step toward him, her stomach churning. "Would you like to touch me?" She was dizzy with desire and didn't know what to do next. It was almost as if-she were a child. In a way she was. A child of twenty, desiring to become a woman. She stood beside Kenny. Her dazzling blue eyes found his brown eyes.
"Touch me, Kenny," she whispered softly. It came out weak, ragged with emotion. "I won't stop you, like Cissy did." She fought her rising panic,' reaching for his hand, bringing his palm to her tit. She placed it on her shirt, her heart leaping into high gear. "Mmmmm, squeeze."
Kenny wanted to fix his hard-on that was bent in his jeans, but didn't. Instead, he felt the soft flesh of her tit under his hand. His fingers sank easily. His mind reeled with possibilities. His cock was paining him, twisted inside his jeans, but he couldn't stop squeezing her tit.
"Ooooo, I like that, Kenny. Does Cissy like you to do this to her?" She was swooning. Warm pussy-cream soaked the crotch of her black silk panties. "Huh?"
He nodded, unable to speak. All he could do was groan. His eyes were glued to the tit he was feeling-the mature ripe flesh of Joyce's tit-a woman who was years older than him.
Without asking, Kenny turned in his chair and brought his other hand up to encompass her other tit with his pawing fingers. Eagerly, he squeezed both pliant globes. It was a handful, with enough left over to have some fun. With each squeeze, Joyce sighed with pleasure. Her sighs were much more exciting than Cissy's soft quiet murmurs.
Joyce was rocking on her heels and pressing against his active hands and fingers. She brought her hands to his face, caressed his smooth cheeks. Her fingers combed through his shock of curly brown hair.
"Has Cissy ever let you look at her tits naked?"
"Just once," Kenny rasped heatedly. His mouth watered for the luscious Joyce-the beautiful blonde who was driving him crazy. His cock wouldn't stop growing and throbbing. His gut churned in agony for her.
Joyce stopped back her beautifully caned features flushed with passion for the boy. "You want to see my tits" She didn't wait for him to answer, but fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. "I have a real sexy bra on under this shirt," she said. She ha...d the buttons undone and was slipping the shirt off her creamy soft shoulders, exposing herself willingly for the first time.
Kenny's jaw dropped. "Jesus, Mrs. Miller. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." He practically creamed in his jeans, looking at Joyce's tits in black silk. "They're gorgeous . . . and big."
"Bigger than Cissy's?" she asked innocently. She modeled for the stunned teenager, her back straight, and her tits jutting and spilling over the silk that contained them.
"Hell yeah," he moaned. He was itching to grab the gorgeous mounds of Joyce's tits. "Can I touch them again?"
"If you take off my bra, you can," she whispered. Slit stepped close to him, her fits almost level with his mouth. "Take your time. You can play with my tits... suck them ... feel them. You ever suck Cissy's?"
He fumbled with the tiny clasp in the front. "No," he mowed, his mind on getting the bra off, not on Cissy. The clasp finally clicked open. The silk fell away. Joyce's tits popped out in full view-swollen, ripe, ready and beckoning for a mouth. "God, you're beautiful!" Kenny groaned. "Beautiful"
The bra fell to the kitchen floor. Her hands cupped his head, and she brought his face to her fleshy tits. "Lick, Kenny... all over." Joyce was delirious, in heaven. Her panties were soaked, the fuck juices now seeping through the sopping wet crotch to her jeans. "Please, Kenny . . . ooo . . . yessss!"
She rocked on her feet in the high heels while Kenny noisily slurped on her melon shaped tits. Her fingers slid lazily through his thick head of hair.
Kenny feasted on the sizzling flesh of her tits. He sucked each cherry nipple. He licked every inch of the pliant globes, gliding his tongue over the bulky part of her fits. As he deliriously sucked, she whimpered. He captured a swollen nipple with his teeth; she urged him on with her soft gentle voice.
He brought his hands up to the spit-soaked globes of tit meat and squeezed. The pliant flesh billowed out through his massaging fingers. Squeezing the pulpy meat of her gorgeous creamy tits, he licked and chewed with a hunger. His, drooling mouth engulfed a rosy swollen nipple; it hardened between his lips.
Kenny groaned, becoming involved in the shiny tits which glistened with his drool. He listened to Joyce's heavy breathing and passionate murmurs. It thrilled him. He groaned in response, buried his face between the wet twin tits and licked up through the deep crease, wishing he could spend the rest of his life between the two soft mountains of her tit flesh.
Having overcome one barrier, Joyce was anxious to do more. She stepped back. Her breathing was quick and rushed, like Kenny's. Her tits heaved. "Did you like sucking them?"
"Uh huh," Kenny groaned. His mind was spinning.
"You want to do more?" she asked between panting breaths. She stepped forward again. "Take off my jeans. I'm wearing a nice sexy pair of panties." She quivered in ecstasy, waiting for the boy to pull down her jeans and expose her silk-covered pussy. Her heart seemed to swell. A filmy mist coated her blue eyes.
Kenny couldn't believe' hit good fortune. His shaking anxious fingers pulled at her snap and pulled the zipper down. Her taut belly greeted him when the flaps of her jeans opened and folded back.
"Take the jeans off," Joyce whispered hotly.. She was quivering inside. "Push them down, Kenny." Her sultry voice finally penetrated his passion-numbed mind.
Kenny obeyed like a slave His bands eased Joyce's jeans down, over her luscious hips to her dimpled knees. His heart stopped. Her sweet pussy, dripping with a buttery cream, sugared the air. Even though the silk covered her cunt, the triangle between her thighs staggered his mind. His eyes focused, then blurred with passion. He was going crazy. This beautiful blonde was giving him her body on a silver platter. Kenny's hands touched her thighs. They were silky-soft, warm. He slid hi fingers up to her wet crotch, where he could see the dark stain of her pussy juice.
"Wait," Joyce gasped, her voice barely audible. "Let me take them off." She would be in better control. Joyce held his shoulder and stepped out of her jeans. "Do you like looking at milt' she asked, after taking a step backward. She posed, her pussy creaming black silk panties. She noticed the delight and excitement on the boy's face and the lust burning in his dark brown eyes.
"Has Cissy ever posed like this for you?" she gasped, her voice wavering, strained.
Kenny shook his head, -his gaze glued to Joyce's long sexy legs, full hips, tight narrow waist, bulging tits capped in round swollen pink nipples. He gulped, his prick about to burst at the seams. For a second, the boy thought it was all a dream.
"Do you like my ass?" she mewled seductively. She turned around, presented the boy with a fabulous view of her panty-clad ass, and then bent over. She heard his breath whoosh out, and it sent shivers down her spine. She straightened up and turned to face the entranced teenager.
"I'm all wet between my legs." She went to him. Hot and feeling safe that she was controlling all the events, Joyce stroked the boy's hot flushed face. "If you'll put your fingers between my legs, you can feel how wet I am."
Kenny touched her cunt mound covered with silk. She was drenched! He swallowed hard. It was soft between her legs, and he pushed his fingers into the wet panty crotch, gouging the material into the folds of her velvety cuntlips.
She whimpered and staggered for balance. She was amazed at the sensations that swept through her body. Combing her long fingers through her blonde hair, she sighed, "Mmmmmmm, I like it, Kenny." She felt like rejoicing. She had passed the first test, but she was too hot to do anything but cream Kenny's fingers.
Kenny glanced up-a slave to her every whim. His mouth opened to speak, but the words were lodged in his throat and wouldn't come out.
She smiled at him, flicking out her tongue. His innocence and shyness gave her the courage she needed. She knew that if she had tried a man first, she would have withdrawn back into her shell again. Kenny, a timid and horny teenager, was perfect. Pressing a long finger to his mouth, she caressed his thin lips.
Kenny-hungry for Joyce, mad with desire
-sucked and kissed her finger. It was a part of her; he devoured it ravenously.
"Ewwwww, Kenny," she panted, enjoying the boy's hot mouth and tongue. "What were you going to ask me?"
With his hand still stroking her cunt mound, he stopped licking his fingers. "Take off your panties." It was a weak, almost inaudible request. It was barely heard past his lips. His eyes glowed with hope.
"You want to see my pussy?" Using the dirty word for the first time churned her
stomach; she thought an orgasm had bolted through her cunt.
"Yes," he rasped hungrily.
"Then say it," she crooned. Her hips rocked from side to side. "Say you want to look at my pussy."
"I...want to look at your..." He swallowed the word. "Pussy?
"Take off my panties, then, and look and feel all you Want." Her hands trembled as they skimmed up her body. She grabbed the flesh of her pulpy tits. Rhythmically, she squeezed the resilient meat as she felt the boy's frenzied hands latch onto the elastic at her hips and began to slip them down. "Slow, Kenny. Do it slow." She sighed, a childlike whisper of joy, as the boy eased the black silk down- her thighs. The boy exposed her blonde pussy for his pleasure.
Kenny's breathing was erratic. His first pussy! He had dreamed of it, but it had always been Cissy's. Now, he Was staring at a mature woman's pussy-more beautiful and sexy than anything he could dream up. He shoved her panties down. Gleaming black silk dropped to her slender ankles. His fingers immediately traced, a hot path up her thigh to the curly patch of blonde pussy hair.
Joyce stepped out of them. She was naked for the first time in front of someone-by choice. She opened her legs. Her high heels gave her the height she needed to bring her pussy closer to' the boy's excited face. "Now, you can really see how wet I am."
Kenny dragged his fingertips along the moist gash of her oozing cunt. Cream, warm and sticky, adhered to his hand. It boggled the boy's young whirling mind. She was hot, willing, and offering herself to him.
Joyce gasped. "Keep your hand up against me and put your fingers inside."
Eager to please the sexy Joyce, Kenny did as she asked. The twist of her hips told him that Joyce was in bliss. His fucking fingers were suddenly drenched in a flood of creamy sticky cunt juice.
Joyce gazed dreamily down at the teenager, saw him fondling her body, every inch he could touch. His fingers were going deep inside her cunt his other hand roamed the luscious curves, bends, and turns of her body. Lights flashed behind her eyelids. "Oooooh! Go deeper, Kenny!" Her hips churned frantically. Her pussy muscles gulped on his fucking fingers.
Kenny was out of his mind. His prick hurt so bad, he thought he would blast at any moment. His free hand went wild, exploring her sizzling flesh which rocked to the rhythm of her gyrating hips. His other hand delved greedily inside her cunt, hot with flick juice.
Almost collapsing, Joyce stepped back, reluctantly giving up Kenny's flicking fingers. After she caught her breath, she focused on the handsome boy whose eyes were wide and glazed with the passion she had created. It stirred her to try other thing.
"I want to touch you now," she said. She dropped to her knees in front of the startled unbelieving boy. "Stand up, so I can get at your zipper better."
Kenny stood like a zombie waiting for orders. He stood stiff, waiting for the unbelievable to happen.
Joyce was staring at his crotch, saw the bulge, and gulped back her pounding heart.
She trembled, thankful the boy was innocent and inexperienced. Without that edge, she knew that she would never have been able to bring her hands to his hard-on. The knowledge that she controlled the teenager and could stop at any time gave her the confidence she needed to goon.
Fingertips at his zipper, Joyce grabbed the metal latch. She felt as if every move she made was exaggerated. Hot electrical jolts of excitement shot up her arm as she eased his zipper down and unsnapped the jeans. With eyes as innocent and hungry as Kenny's, she pulled his shorts and jeans down. She swooned at the sight of his cock.
"Ooooo, Kenny. It's so big!" The size of the boy's prick was larger than she had anticipated. Her palms were sweaty; her hands were visibly shaking. "You want me to touch your cock'?" She liked the sound of the word.
"Yes," he groaned in a daze. "Grab my cock."
She brought her hands to his muscled thighs, slid the palms of her hands up to his hairy groin. Slowly, her long fingers curled around the jutting stem of Kenny's hard-on.
"It's throbbing in my hands!" she mewled with delight.
Kenny jerked. His hips jabbed. He fucked his long teenage cock through Joyce's clutching fingers. "Mrs. Miller... ohhhhhhhh.. ." He fell into the chair and groaned. Joyce s hot massaging fingers, securely wrapped around his prick, drove him berserk.
"You have a nice prick," Joyce told him. "A nice long prick. Hard too." She was captivated with the new language, having never used those words before. Rubbing her tits into the red bell-shaped head of Kenny's prick, Joyce swiped the hard cock across her bloated nipples. His prick was seeping; Sticky cum glistened on her rosy hard nipples.
She looked at the passion-crazed boy. "Have you ever been this hot?"
Kenny lowered his eyes to the beautiful naked woman on her knees, his cock snug in her grasp. "Never," he groaned. "Never."
"Neither have I," she admitted, then winked. "I'm going to get you hotter." Sliding her fingers up and down the length of his prick, she licked her lips suggestively. "How would you like me to suck your cock?"
Kenny couldn't believe his own ears. He was struck dumb, mute, a pawn to the ravishing blonde.
"I'm going to suck your cock, whether you answer me or not." Terror swept through her when she looked at his prick. She hesitated, remembering when Jason had rammed his cock down her throat. She battled her fear. Holding Kenny's cock, she brought her mouth to the head of his prick. Her lips grazed the cockhead. Seeping cum clung to her mouth. She was struggling with herself, forcing herself to suck his prick and not pull away.
Kenny, having no idea of what Joyce was going through, groaned. The fiery touch of her moist lips on the head of his prick sent him into ecstasy. "Ahh, Mrs. Miller . . ." His spine straightened. His hands balled into fists. His face deepened to a bright burgundy. "Aggghhhh!" He leaned back in the chair, his gaze welded to his cock and Joyce's blonde hair.
A shudder skipped through Joyce's body. She was winning. She realized that if she were with a man now he would have rammed her face long ago and scared her away from doing what she was determined to do. Her mouth opened. Joyce took the head of his cock between her lips. With his bloated cockhead trapped in her mouth, she sucked gently, experimenting.
Kenny didn't believe the exquisite sensations that wore shooting through his prick and his taut tense body. His head was whirling; his groin was in constant turmoil; his prick felt as if it were going to jettison its burdensome load. Only his overwhelming desire not to end this fantastic dream with one lunge kept him from creaming her mouth. He held on precariously, teetering on the brink of explosion.
Joyce slurped on Kenny's stiff cock. He tasted delicious her head swirled in a fog. She was sucking a cock! I'm a cocksucker, she told herself. A cocksucker! The thought ignited mild orgasms deep inside her juicy pussy. Throwing herself wholeheartedly into this new and exciting sexual game, she sucked deeper, used her tongue.
"Unnnn, Mrs. Miller.. ." Kenny groaned in a daze. He was finding it harder and harder to control the jism that was rumbling inside his balls. "Oh, Mrs. Miller I think . . I'm gonna..." A loud groan emanated from his throat-his rumbling balls in check for the moment.
Joyce sucked, taking his long lean prick down her gullet, testing herself, enjoying each new delicious slurp of cockmeat. She was exalted when she didn't gag. Her hands drifted up and down his prickshaft, spittle drooling from her mouth as she began to bob her head in time with her jerking hand.
Quickly, she took her mouth off his prick and ran her moist lips up and down the entire length of his rock-hard prick. She sampled his cockmeat, her tongue flashing out across the bluish-purple veins. She slurped on his balls, his long prickshaft, over his red glistening cockhead, down the other side. Chewing. Licking. Sucking. The boys whimpering moans of passion bombarded her senses.
She looked up into his lust-contorted face. "I want you to cum in my mouth. Don't hold back. Squirt it in me, Kenny. I want to see what your cum tastes like." It was the final step of cocksucking, and she was, eager to pass the test.
Kenny was eager to help. He nodded his head vigorously. He had to relieve the pain in his balls. The full impact of what was actually going to happen hadn't penetrated his lust sapped brain yet.
"I'm thirsty for your cum," Joyce said. "I'm going to drink and suck every drop out of your cock."
Like a vulture, Joyce swooped down on his prick. She sucked his cock to the balls, his cock hair flush against her moist lips, his prick stuffed to the hilt. She fought the urge to gag again. Jason would be proud. She could hardly wait to do this to him.
"Uh! Uh! Umn!" Kenny groaned. His rump lifted off the chair, then dropped back with a thud. He fucked her face with an imperious need to cum. His balls rumbled their coming explosion. "Unnnnmmm!"
Joyce used her tongue and licked his prick. With her mouth covering his prick, she sucked, then used her teeth rhythmically. Licking. Sucking. Gnashing. She felt the boy tense; her mouth 'felt his prick growing larger, stiffening, thickening. She felt his prick begin to palpitate at an unnatural rate. He was ready! The moment of truth was here!
"I'm cumming!" the boy roared as he slammed up into her gullet with his spraying prick. "Agggh! I'm cumming!" His prick squirted deep. "Oh, Mrs. Miller. . . aggghhh"
Joyce swallowed the first thick sticky wad. Her eyes widened as she gulped down the next load. Her mouth met his upward thrusts. She took the length of his prick with ease, along with the steady spurts of teenage jizz that constantly streamed out his piss-slot and into her throat. It flooded her blushed, cheeks. Gulping and gagging slightly, she never stopped. She was hungry for cock, thirsty for cum, and her untiring mouth showed it.
Kenny couldn't stop from creaming Joyce's mouth. His balls churned out cum as fast as his cock spewed it out. One fist hammered the- table. His ass hammered the cushioned chair. His face was a mask of bliss. His balls ached. The suction of Joyce's mouth was draining his balls even faster than he could unload it.
Cum gushed past Joyce's greedy lips, out her nose, down her throat. She sucked on the stiff spurting , then choked, trying to capture every hot gooey wad of Kenny's cum. Her bobbing head took up the slack as Kenny
-his balls about empty-began to slow. Joyce sensed he was almost done. She wouldn't accept it and grabbed the base of his prick. She jerked her fist up and., .down in a frenzied attempt to stir new life into Kenny's draining cock. Her mouth met her slamming fist, slapping wetly. She needed every drop of cum to prove that she was a woman and to drown the haunting advice of her mother. She took every drop, gulping in time with his pulsing squirts. Her head bobbing, she sucked, chewed, slurped on his now empty cock.
Kenny laughed, fucking his prick into her mouth, his groin at her lips for the last time. Skittering down from the best orgasm of his life, he slumped into the chair. He groaned her mouth was still actively sucking his spent prick.
Joyce blinked, drinking down the last of his cum. She gave one hard suck, received one loud groan, and then pulled her mouth off. Cum stained her lips. Her eyes were bright. A lewd sensuous smile was on her lips. She had passed the test of cocksucking with flying colors. Licking her lips clean, she savored the exquisite taste of Kenny's gooey cum. "Did you like it?" she asked. Innocence still clung to her.
Kenny nodded, too weak and too stunned to speak.
"Then come upstairs with me, and we'll have some more fun. Kenny blinked. Passion spent and his cock satisfied, he couldn't comprehend what else they could do.
"I'll get you hard again, then you can fuck me." She stood up on weak legs, offered the boy her hand. "C'mon, we'll have lots of fun together."
They did.
Chapter Five
She came out of the shower humming. Never in her life had she felt this good. She rubbed her naked body with a thick fluffy towel in front of the bathroom mirror, enjoy in her nudity. She was confident, ready to take a man and prove that she was a totally sexual female and worthy of Jason's love.
"Mmmmm, she mewled. "Gonna get a man to suck me today." Once she was dressed and ready to go out and find a man, she went to the window before leaving the bedroom. Looking across Cissy's yard, she wondered if she, was there with Kenny.
Her blue eyes caught a glimpse of a man in Cissy's yard. Joyce giggled, an impish plan formulating in her now actively sexual mind.
Joyce rapped on the window to get his attention, then pushed back the drapes. She waved when he glanced up. Joyce blew him a kiss and shivered.
Hal Gordon waved back to the sexy woman in the upstairs window. She looked fantastic! His dark eyes bulged, then blinked. The sexy woman was taking off her blouse!
Joyce stood in the window, looking down at the man standing next to the meter at the side of Cissy's house. Joyce's hands tingled. Her heart leaped into her throat when she unbuttoned the last button of her blouse. He was staring! She had his attention! Her eyes locked on the man as she opened the blouse, slipped it off. Her nipples ached inside the tight confines of her bra.
Joyce's eyes darted from the man in Cissy's yard to her own yard. No one else was around. It was perfect. Joyce held her tits, pushing them together, watching the man give her a lewd grin. The flesh of her tits billowed out above her bra.
"Watch this," she mouthed to him. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the bra in the back. She bared her tits and motioned with her hand for him to come over into her yard.
Hal nodded and disappeared from Joyce's view for a few short minutes.
Joyce sucked in her breath, afraid she had lost him, then realized how stupid she was to think of such a ridiculous thing. She waited, looking for him. Her blonde snatch seeped warm pussy-cream into the crotch of her terry panties. "Oh, hurry," Joyce sighed, anxious to get on with her striptease.
Hal climbed over the fence into Joyce's yard. There was nothing suspicious about it- he was the man who read meters for the electric company and had every right to be in Joyce's backyard, or anyone's. He glanced up to see if the sexy blonde was still in the window. He was beginning to think that he had imagined it all.
"No imagination," the man said aloud, spotting her. He went to the center of her yard. "Goddamn."
"There you are," Joyce cooed deliciously. She acknowledged his presence with a shake of her ripe tit meat. She blew him a kiss and pressed her tits against the window pane, mashing them into the coal glass.
"Damn," Hal groaned, not believing his stroke of luck. He glanced away for a minute to see if anyone was looking at him, then spotted the back door of Joyce N house. He wondered if he should check to see if it was unlocked. He didn't, remaining in the same spot where his feet had taken him.
He looked up at the window, saw her smiling, her hands working the zipper of her skirt. "Holy stilt," he groaned to himself. "The damn hot bitch is gonna strip!" A huge bulge grew inside his pants, along with a hungry ache for the teasing blonde bitch in the window.
"Ooooo," she sighed dreamily. Her skirt dropped. Her lush creamy body was wrapped only in terry bikini panties. "Shit, this is great!" she said to herself.
Joyce turned slowly, knowing she had an attentive audience. She presented the stranger with a view of her terry-clad ass and bent over, pretending she could hear the sound of his groan.
She straightened up, faced the window again. A sexy smile greeted him. She spread her legs and caressed her willowy frame with tormenting fingers while the eyes of the stranger bore into her flesh.
Hal motioned with his hands, asking if he could enter the house.
Joyce giggled happily and unlocked the window. She got on her knees and peered out after lifting the screen. "I couldn't hear you," she teased. "What did you say?"
"I said, how about if I come in and we get better acquainted?" His eyes darted around. "How about it?"
She leaned her head out farther. "I don't know. Can I trust you?"
Hal grinned.
"Okay. The back door is unlocked. C'mon up." She closed the window and stood. Her heart was thumping wildly. She went out of the bedroom to listen for him. She heard the kitchen door close, and a lump formed in her throat. "Rein," she whispered to herself. "Relax. It's for Jason. The man you love."
Leaning over the stairway railing, she listened to his footsteps, her tits dangling over the white banister. She spotted him as he came into view.
"Hi," she purred.
Hal stopped, craned his neck and turned to face her. His eyes found her magnificent tits. "Damn, you're one sexy lady," he groaned hungrily, already anticipating a wild afternoon with the horny woman.
"You're not bad yourself." She moved out of sight, waiting for him to follow.
Hal didn't waste any time. He came quickly around and took the stairs two at a time. He stopped when he reached the landing. She was standing at the bedroom doorway, leaning against the wall, a hot smile on her full pouting mouth, her tits heaving, and a wisp of terry hiding her pussy. She was even more beautiful up close.
She blew him another kiss, then slipped into the bedroom, knowing he would follow. She stood with her back, to the door and waited. She didn't have to wait long;
"Unnnn, baby," ha groaned, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her narrow waist. She was slender, graceful, and she smelled sweet. He rubbed his throbbing cock into the small of her back. His large hands kneaded her luscious hips, taut belly, and the ripe meat of her gorgeous abundant tits. "Baby."
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, dizzy with desire. "You don't waste any time, do you?" She rubbed her ass against his hard-on and sighed-a long drawn oat sound of enjoyment. It was easier than she had anticipated. Making it with Kenny had certainly . been a help. " can feel your cock in my back."
"Wait until you feel it deep inside your cunt," he told her. His pawing hands mauled her fits, his fingers playing with the pulpy lit meat.
"Ummmmmm. I'm creaming just thinking about it." She rocked her hips, her ass swishing across his steel cock. She reveled in his hands on her fits and swooned at the feel of the hard prick at her back. Her head lolled on her shoulders. "Oooooo, I love it!" She brought her hands up to her tits and pressed his fingers harder into her pliant tit meat, urging him to be rougher. "Ooooo! Ooooo! You always enter strange houses she teased.
"You always strip for strange men?" Hal nipped her earlobe and brought his mouth to the hollow of her neck, his hands digging into the warm succulent flesh of her bloated tits. His lips and tongue caressed the smooth satiny skin of her shoulders. "Baby, you're fantastic." He spun her around, crushed her in his strong powerful arms. His hands, wide and large, kneaded the firm cheeks of her cute ass.
She moaned deliriously, biting her bottom lip, her tits crushed into the rough material of his work shin. "You're strong . . . and hard." She caressed his face, her nails scratching his scalp, her fingers weaving through thick curly brown hair. Her head tilted up, her mouth parted invitingly, her tongue flicking enticingly.
"Baby," he groaned, "you're a hot piece." He plastered his mouth on hers. His tongue invaded her eager throat, tasting, licking, exploring. His hands squeezed her ass as they kissed in a heated embrace.
Joyce pressed her lithe body against him, thrilling to the throbbing piece of hard cockmeat that jabbed the soft toes of her belly. She sucked on his tongue, frantically chewing. Her panties were soaked.
"Oooo, you kiss greatly' she gasped, wriggling out of his arms.
Joyce stepped back. Her blue eyes glowing, she saw the passion on his grinning face. She knew she wouldn't control this hunk of male like she had Kenny. Her passion mounted.
"Let me get comfortable on the bed."
"I was just about to suggest the same thing," Hal said, his dark. eyes trained on Joyce. He opened his shirt as she squirmed enticingly on the bed. Her hips rotated, terry panties hiding her cunt mound from view. "Get your panties off. I want to see what Pm gonna fuck."
"You take them off me after you undress," she purred. Each word- dripped with desire. She gulped when he peeled down his pants. The bulge was tremendous. "I'm dying to see your cock."
"You got your wish," Hal said, climbing out of his underwear. "You like?" He wielded his stiff cock in his hands-a long piece of cock aching to get inside the lush woman who was sprawled out invitingly on her bed.
"Ooooo!" she cried, "You're big!" Her soft blue eyes widened. "Damn! Is that gonna fit in me?"
"If you want it to," Hal said. "Now, for your panties, baby," He went to the bed, leaned over, latched his fingers into the elastic band of her bikini panties. "Lift."
"Mmmmm," Joyce cooed when he whisked her panties down her long legs. She shivered in delight. Spreading her legs, the juicy meat of her cunt was exposed. She grew even more excited from the way he was leering at her dripping pussy. The blonde strands of her pussy hair glistened with beads of gooey cream.
"Give me your tongue first," she whimpered hotly. "I love getting sucked before fucked."
Hal's groin felt like cement. Her sweet smelling pussy drifted to his nostrils. He was aching for the red glistening gash.
"Oooooo," she sighed, her fingers spreading the puffy folds of her blonde cunt. She bared the red gaping hole for him. "Lick me, then I'll suck you." She trembled as Hal got between her long parted legs. "Chew me. Chew me up!" She was wriggling, unable to control herself, even before he placed his mouth on the hot swollen lips of her cunt. "Ooooo, God, fuck me with your tongue!"
Hal did. His large hands skimmed under the cheeks of her humping ass. He slammed his mouth hard against the red gash of her seeping cunt. He sucked; Joyce wailed. His tongue squiggled deep into the wet steamy depths.
Joyce screamed and went into seismic contortions; she couldn't stop twisting and turning on his mouth. His tongue delved inside her oozing cunt, lugging out gobs of pussycream.
"Ooooo! You're good!" Her scream was tremulous, high-pitched and breaking. She gazed up at the ceiling, her face flushed, her blue eyes wide. "Oooo, shit! You're good!" Hips wriggled. Ass hammered. Her lithe naked body squirmed like a snake weaving through- tall grass. She pressed her pussy into his greedy mouth and screamed again.
"I feel youuuuu! "Goddamn!" Her hands clawed at the jiggling flesh of her tits. "Bite! Bite me!"
Hal bit her tiny clit, then sucked it into his mouth, and whipped his tongue over it. Hot buttery ooze bathed his face as she contorted in lust. Her hips rocked to a cadence all her own. Her ass jiggled. Her cunt smashed into his sucking mouth. He clamped his teeth into the hard bloated sex button.
"Ayyieeee!" she screeched noisily, twisting and churning under the man who was sucking her into insanity. Her cut was trapped between his teeth. "Oh, Christ, yessss! Do it again!"
She went wild.
Hal weathered her frenzied gyrations. He gnawed and sucked until her screams shattered his eardrums. Then he pulled his mouth off her gooey twat. His face had been bathed with warm oozing pussy juice. "Now for my cock, baby. Your pussy won't know what happened to it when I put it in ya."
"Oooooo, yessss, your prick . . . give me your prick!" Joyce was mad with passion--wild willing, and hungry to sample the hard meat of Hal's hulking cock. "Bring it to my mouth first!" she opened her mouth, swirled her tongue around her lips, in the corners of her mouth. Her lips glistened with spit.
Gripping his thick meaty cockshaft at the base, he laid his prick on her belly and watched her reaction.
"Ooo, shit, it's heavy." She squirmed on the bed. "My mouth . . . bring it to meeee!"
Hal dragged his prick up her sizzling hot body, over her taut belly that heaved with her ragged breath. He fucked his cock through the valley of her tit meat and stopped when he reached her drooling mouth. He held it there, rubbing it across her wet mouth, soaking it in her dribble. "You ready for some suckin'?"
"Uh huh," she whimpered excitedly. She looked down at his prick in awe. A tinge of fear attacked her, but a growing hunger to sample the meat of a man's stiff cock won out. Her fiery blue eyes glanced up into his rigid lust-ridden face. "If I'm gonna suck cock, I'd like to know your name."
His face broke into a lewd grin. "It's Hal, baby. What's yours?"
"It's Joyce, but for now call me Joy, because that's what I'm gonna give you. Nothing but joy.
"You got it, Joy." Hal pushed forward, cutting off further conversation. The head of his cock fucked easily between her wet lips and into her mouth. "Suck!"
Joyce, in a moment of terror, cringed. The memory of Jason force-feeding his cock to her mouth was only too vivid She managed to conquer her fear, Hal never the wiser, and she sucked deeply on his cock. Her cheeks drew in with her suction power. Her fingers squeezed the thick-stemmed base of his giant prick.
"Aggghhh! Baby!" Hal groaned.. His cock as well as his entire body felt the suction of her greedy mouth. it stirred the thick rumbling cum inside his balls. "Baby! Unnnn! You sure know how to suck cock!" Hal fucked forward with all his strength, his-cockhead spearheading the invasion of her throat. The bloated prickhead scraped along the roof of her palate, then plugged her gullet.
Joyce gagged. In the next instant, she reined, her throat willingly accepting the prick lodged there. Eyes glowing, she allowed Hal to pierce her gullet with his flicking prick. Moving her hand off the thick base of his prick, she accepted with greedy pleasure the entire length of his swollen cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Hal groaned, looking down into her scarlet face, his cock buried to the hilt. "Jessssusss!"
Joyce went into spasm. His cock felt as if it had reached her belly. His prick throbbed deep in her throat. Moving her lower jaw, she ground her teeth along the thick underside. Her nails scratched through his thick mat of cock hair before she cupped the heavy ball sac where she knew thick hot white jizz bubbled to be freed.
He eased back, then fucked forward again. He fucked her scarlet face with a flurry of quick hard-hitting stabs. His groin tightened. His bails rumbled. His prick swelled in the clinging tightness of her wet throat.
Joyce's hands curled around his body to his tight jabbing ass. Her eyes, glowing with fiery lust, popped. This was fantastic! Her fingers clawed his ass, urging him to fuck her face harder, faster. She sucked and chewed to accommodate the new pace, dragged her teeth along his rock-hard cockshaft as he fucked her face, skewered . her throat, and groaned in excitement.
Having raked his ass with her sharp catlike nails, she worked her way up his hard muscular frame. She scratched his hard belly, his heavy shoulders while she sucked his cock. and chewed on the fucking prickshaft. She could feel the power that surged through his hard steel-beamed prick.
Hal reached down, curled his fingers into the silky strands of her hair, and fucked her face. He leered at her delicate features, watching her eyes widen and her face turn red when he set a faster pace. His head snapped when he pulled out of her, mouth. His prick soaked her chin a his cock, throbbed against- her throat.
"Your cock .. . is delicious, Hal," she moaned, gurgling on her own spit.
"Christ, baby, you're one fantastic cocksucker." He rubbed his prick and slid the bloated cockhead over her drooling lips and smiling mouth.
She swelled with pride at his compliments, anxious for Jason to reap the benefits of her mouth. Cocksucking was fun, like he had told her. "Fuck me, Hal. I'm soaked and I need your cock where it will do the most good. In my juicy cunt."
"You're juicy all right . . .and delicious.
he could still taste her sweet pussy-cream. He caressed her ripe fits with his throbbing hard on.
"My pussy, Hal. Stick it in my pussy! I'm aching for your cock!" She squirmed on the bed. "Fuck me, Hal, like I should be fucked. Shove your gorgeous cock up inside my pussy and cream me until I drown in your cum." She loved talking dirty, enjoyed saying things that had previously revolted her. Now, it thrilled her. Her explicit language was an aphrodisiac.
Hal dragged his red-hot cock down her luscious body. She had curves where most women were flat. She had meat where other women had bone. A gorgeous piece. His prick twitched. The sensitive cockhead slipped through the blonde patch of pussy hair into the boiling vat of pussy juice,
"How's that, Joy?" he asked, leering down at her.
"Oh, get it in! Get it inside me, but do it slow. Let me enjoy every hard inch of your fantastic prick."
"Anything you say, baby." Her wet succulent pussy slipped around the head of his cock as he eased it deeper between the slippery folds. She was hot. He held steady, a tremor seizing his groin, up his spine. "Jesus Christ, you're a fuckin' oven!"
"Unnnnn... wet too," she added in her delirium. Her fiery blue eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Every inch of her lush naked body moved in a lewd rhythm. "I feel it stretching me! More, Hal, give me more!" Her voice quaked; her body slowly moved.
"Un, you're one hell of a lady," he moaned, easing the bulb-shaped head of his cock deeper into her pussy. "Here's a few more inches to feel." He stopped. Half his prick was inside her squirming hot body. The other half was throbbing to feel her clutching cunt muscles. "My fuckin' balls are killing me!"
"Ohhhhhh, Hal!" She flicked herself senseless on his half-buried cockshaft, marveling at the pleasure that shot through her. She humped up, slammed her body into his. Blindly, passionately, she fucked herself on half of his hulking prick.
Hal watched her lush naked body contort in exotic twists and turns. His prick ached; his balls rumbled. She was wild! He watched her jiggle, her fits quivering like a bowl full of jello. Her nipples were large, rosy, swollen, the tips like bullets. He balanced himself above her gyrating body with his stiff thickset arms. "Lick your pussy juice off my face, you hot bitch."
"Un! Un! Un!" Out of her mind, she rammed her cunt onto his stiff bulky cock. She could only get half of his prick inside her. She licked his face like he had asked, swiping up her own fuck juices. She liked the taste. It inflamed her passion. "Ewwwwww."
Her tongue slapped over his mouth. She savored her own pussy taste and smell. Her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she drove her pussy mound into his hairy groin, fucking her pussy on his thick giant cock.
Her tongue, her whimpering cries, her pussy, the heat generating inside, all took its toll on Hal. His mind snapped. Slamming forward with all his might, he impaled her trembling writhing body on his overgrown cock. He held her pinned, watching her wrench and twist on his prick. Her pussy muscles clamped onto his rigid shaft. His balls churned dangerously.
With her body stuffed with prickmeat to the hilt, Joyce went insane. Her head dropped back on the pillow, unable to continue to lick his face. "Hal! Fuck melee!" She battled him, lunged herself up against his groin. Her cut was mashed between them]. She struggled. The sheer power and strength of his heavy frame and his buried prick kept her pinned to the mattress.
"How's that, bitch?" he groaned through his teeth. She held his cock deep inside the stormy furnace of her overheated cunt. Her pussy muscles were attacking his prickshaft.
"Yessss! Cm a bitch! A fuckin' bitch! A whore! Call me a whore!" She was past insanity, her mind a lump of pussy. All the names her mother had instilled in her brain? in the name of sex scurried through her passion numbed thoughts. She wanted to be called them all.
"Whatever you want, bitch!" he eased back, then fucked forward. He had to use every ounce of his strength to fuck his oversized cock in. and out at that speed. "Bitch!" His deep voice filled the room. He fucked into her pussy again. "Whore!" Again and again, he brutized her body with his gigantic prick, calling her the names she wanted to hear. He fucked and shouted. "Tramp! Slut!"
Each word brought a squeal of pleasure from Joyce's lips, then a hollow cry of joy when his cock twisted all the way inside her. "More! More!" she shrieked. "Puck me! Puck meeee!"
Hal fucked his bloated cock into her tight pussy. His meaty prickshaft barely squeezed its way inside at the fast clip. His cockshaft swelled even larger; he had to force his cock inside. His balls churned; the heat inside was ready to blast his load. His groin smacked loudly into hers, her tiny purplish-red clit between them.
"Make me cum!" Joyce shrieked at the top of her lungs. She flung her body up into his pounding frame. "Make me cum!" Absorbing his slamming brutal thrusts, her clit received the rewards of each jab. It was going to happen! "Ooooh! I'm there! Oooo!"
Hal fucked harder, faster, without mercy. It was exactly what she needed. He felt her pussy contract wildly in that same blinding instant she climaxed, Her erupting cunt overflowed with a thick sauce-hot pussy cum.
"I'm creaming in youuu! Cumming on your cock!" Bucking and jerking spastically beneath his pounding frame, her orgasm seized control of her body. Hot gushing cum rushed from the walls of her pulsating pussy. She drenched the stabbing cock that invaded her. Lunging up, her hips twisted around. Her cut, raw and bloated, mashed into his merging groin. "Cum fucker! Cream me tool"
At once, Hal shot his load. Thick heavy jizz streamed out his cockhead under the barrage of Joyce's climaxing pussy and screams of joy. He flooded her already drenched and oozing cunthole. "I'm cumming, Joy!" It was a loud ear-shattering roar.
"Oh God!" Joyce screeched deliriously, taking the squirting cum into her pussy in great greedy gulps. "I'm drowning in it!" Her back arched. Her ass lifted off the bed. She met his downward maniacal thrusts with reckless jabs of her own. Her body hurled her cunt on his prick that was filling her with his thick cum. "Oooo! Hal!"
Hal lunged. His balls spouted thick jism up through his throbbing cock-stem. The stringy strands of his load whitewashed Joyce's gooey cunt. More jism multiplied inside his weighty balls; they swung beneath his giant prick which was fucking the beautiful woman. His hairy balls slapped into the cheeks of her juice' stained ass.
Stiff-necked and eyes bulging, he fucked his veiny prick into her pussy at breathtaking speed. She was an oven! Every, muscle of his body was taut-steel fibers that enabled him to fuck the ravishing blonde until she gurgled incoherently. His- cock was hot and squirting.
Joyce grabbed him, clawed his hairy chest. She gyrated. Her tits floundered while her upper body contorted in opposition to her hips and ass. She creamed endlessly in agonizing pleasure. Her legs snaked around his humping back, her heels digging,. urging him to greater feats of strength and speed. Her limbs were locked around him, holding him prisoner until her orgasm would provide release. She was fused against his sweaty flesh, her pussy gleaming all the while. Her pussy overflowed with her sticky fuck juices. Her mind finally registered that she was creaming a man's cock. She was a woman!
"More! Harder! Faster!" she demanded, her body wrenching in spasms. "Oh Christ! I'm in heaven!" Her cunt spilled over with gooey cream. She couldn't stop cumming!
Hal eyes focused on Joyce's face, which was contorted in a blissful expression. The stinging pain of her scraping nails, the digging of her heels into his back, her fiery cunt, and screaming voice enraged him. Hard fast lightning stabs drained his cock and transformed his heavy loaded balls into hollow shells and his cock into an empty tunnel.
With a grunt, he dropped down on top of Joyce. Her gyrating body was crushed beneath him, her tits pressed into his brawny chest. The last of his cum dribbled out his shrinking cock.
"Unnnn," she groaned, the breath knocked out of her. She was still twisting in the throes of orgasm. Her pussy was still spewing gobs of buttery fuck sauce. She shuddered, her body convulsing from the last remnants of her orgasm. A tremor ripped through her. She collapsed, vulnerable now, her body weak and spent.
Hal fucked into her cunt in a resurgence of strength, finally emptying his nuts completely. He ground to a stop, his heavy frame still covering her naked lithe body. "Jesus, baby,"
he gasped between gulps of air, "you're dynamite!"
Joyce rubbed herself into him, reveling in his compliments and hard body. Everything was going to be all right. She was a woman. Kenny and now Hal had proved that. Now to convince Jason.
Hal dressed in silence. Joyce lay on the bed naked, no longer shy, and proud of her sexy body.
"I come around every month to look at the meters," H said, fixing his zipper. "I'm available anytime."
"I appreciate the offer, Hal. You were great, but I'm going to devote myself to my husband from now on."
"He's a lucky man." He bent over and kissed her. "You really were named right- Joy." He gave her a wink and left.
Joyce remained in bed, her mind scurrying for a plan that would convince Jason that she had changed. She moaned, climbing out of bed. "Soon, Jason, you'll truly be mine."
She disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water and cheerful humming drifted through the house.
Chapter Six
Joyce set up the VCR camera discreetly behind a chair, aimed it at the couch, and then focused. She pushed buttons on the unit to start the tape. It was recording. A tingle of excitement made her shudder as she sat down on the couch, catching a glimpse of herself on the twenty-five-inch color television screen. She gasped and smiled nervously into the camera.
It had been two days since Kenny and Hal. After a pleading letter to Jason and a phone call this morning, Jason had promised to show up tonight. Joyce prayed he wouldn't go back on his word.
"Hello, Jason," she purred into the camera. Leaning back, she crossed her long legs, allowing her shimmering peach-colored skirt to ride up. She flaunted the sexy curve of her slender calves and thighs to the camera. "I know you didn't believe me when I said I had become a woman. I understand." She paused. "I'm making this to prove it to you."
Slowly, she opened her blouse, exposed her naked tits. "See how nice they are, my darling?" She took a deep breath. Her creamy tits billowed. "If you come home to me, you can suck them.., bite. them.. . anything you want."
Her long fingers massaged the hot pliant flesh with dexterity. She whimpered. The mike on the camera picked up every soft murmur.
"Remember Dixie? I guess you're still with her. I remember the night you brought her home and forced me to watch you make love to her. I know why you did it now, and I'm going to do the same thing for you. It's to prove I'm a woman, desirable to men, and hot to fuck."
Joyce paused, letting what she said sink in. Tonight, Jason would be sitting here watching and listening to her on the television screen.
She hoped this movie would convince him.
Joyce continued. "I knew you wouldn't sit here and calmly watch a man fuck me, like I was forced to watch you. So, I'm using the movie. I know you can turn it off, but I think your curiosity will be too strong. So enjoy it. The man hasn't arrived yet. I apologize that it won't be as good as the dirty movie I watched with you, but I'll try as often as I cam to have all the action take place in front of the camera." Joyce blew a kiss into the eye of the camera, meant for Jason.
She went to the television and shut it off, still letting the tape run. She didn't want Fred, the man she had invited over, to be inhibited while they fucked. She wanted their fuck to be as natural and as hot and dirty as possible. Glancing at the camera, she smoothed her hands down her silky skirt, then buttoned her blouse. Then the doorbell rang.
"Here we go, Jason," she said into the camera. "The party is about to begin." She went to the front door and opened it, her flesh tingling, goose bumps dotting her skin.
Joyce smiled hotly. "I'm glad you could make it, Fred. C'mon in." She knew she didn't have to talk loud; the mike would be picking up every subtle sound. She stood aside, just enough to let Fred go by, but close enough to where he had to brush against her tits to enter the house..
Fred grinned; the subtle move wasn't lost on him. "You got a nice place. Where's your husband?"
Joyce took his hand, led him into the living room. "Away. We don't have to worry about him showing up and ruining our afternoon."
It was a stroke of luck for Fred, meeting this hot little she-bitch this morning while he was moving some things' for the Hendersons' down the street. "How about a drink?"
"Got the bottle all ready;" she cooed, squeezing his rough calloused hand. She imagined his thick blunt fingers squeezing her bare tits, and it gave her an exciting shiver. Casually, she guided him to the couch where the camera was discreetly spying. "You sit here,'' she said. "I'll make the drinks."
Fred plopped himself down on the soft cushions, reveling in his good fortune. He was not aware of the camera or that he was being filmed. She was beautiful. Long legs. Shapely ass. A face that would turn men's heads. A body that would stiffen any red-blooded man's cock.
Fred delighted in the shape of her ass when she went to the bar in the far corner. As she turned, his eyes locked on those gorgeous bouncing tits when she brought their drinks over. Seductive. Each move she made was sexual. Fred smiled at her, anticipating a wild time.
Standing in front of Fred, her body angled for the camera, she bent down and gave the man his drink. "Here's yours," she said, shivering inside, knowing that every word, every move was being recorded.
"Sit next to me, sexy," he said. His voice was deep, raspy. "Let's get to know each other a little better."
She purred, dropped to the couch alongside him, and snuggled close. Her tit pressed into his side as he draped an arm over her soft shoulders. Joyce sipped Scotch, smiling, attempting to mask her overwhelming excitement.
Fred- took a long pull on his drink. A large hand cupped one of her tits. Squeezing, his fingers sank into the firm tit meat. He liked the feel of her silky blouse and could feel the heat of her tit underneath.
"Your hand feels so good on my tits' Joyce was creaming her panties. "Let me finish my drink before the fun begins." Joyce drained her glass, snuggled closer. A delicate hand dropped to his crotch. "You're bulging, Fred. You got a hard-on!"
"It's for you; I've had it since I met you this morning." The hand still squeezed her tit through the blouse. "Christ, baby, you got soft tits."
"You want to get to know them better?" she cooed, leaning back. "Take 'em out and suck. I love having my tits licked." She squirmed her ass on the couch, her skirt riding up her long curvy legs. She spread them, hoping the camera could see up her skirt. "Take 'em out, Fred, and play with them. Rip my blouse open.
Fred groaned. Her hand was squeezing his bulging cock through his pants. He grabbed a fistful of material and yanked. The camera and mike picked up the sound of the silk ripping, the buttons popping, Joyce squealing. Her tits were openly exhibited for the impersonal eye of the camera.
"Baby," Fred rasped in his husky voice. His lascivious smile creased his hard chiseled features when he was her firm pulpy fits capped in swollen red. "Gorgeous, baby!" His hands went to them, fingers circling around each jutting mound. He kneaded, fondled, and handled the gorgeous tits, eliciting loud whimpering cries from a squirming Joyce.
"Slide down and chew them," Joyce panted hungrily. "Lick my titties, Fred. Suck them. Chew my nipples." She pushed him down to her jiggling tits. "Oooo, Fred!"
He gobbled a fleshy tit into his mouth. The bitch was dynamite. Fabulous looking! He slurped over one creamy tit, working the nipple into his mouth. The bulk of her tit was immersed in the wet heat of his saliva. His other hand mangled her other tit.
Joyce gazed directly into the camera, her fingers curling through Fred's hair as he slobbered his spit on the tit he was sucking. His rough calloused hands added spice to his brute manner. She blew a kiss to the camera, her pussy in spasm. Fred's hot mouth on her tit had her creaming. "Goddamn, I love getting my tits sucked. It makes my pussy cream, and cream, and cream."
Joyce was hot, her cunt bubbling over with a sticky fuck ooze, created by the mouth on her tit. A sizzling spasm swept through her body as she imagined Jason watching this later. Fred's biting mouth brought her back to the present.
"Unnnn, Fred, you suck great! My other tit! My other tit! Get that all wet with your spit too." She writhed, offering her other creamy globe of tit flesh.
As Fred shifted to the other fabulous fleshy mound of lit, his burly hand skimmed under her skirt, heading for her pussy.
"Oooooh!" she squealed in pleasure. "Yes! Yes!" She spread her legs, affording Fred room to explore. Her thighs were sticky with fuck juice. His calloused hand went higher and higher.
Fred reached her drooling cunt, prodded the soft mound through her wet panty crotch. His prick ached. His blood pressure soared. His groin felt like cement.
Joyce crushed his face into the pillow softness of her tits. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, lifting her ass off the couch, humping on the soft cushions. His exploring fingers kept her cunt juicy. "I told you I was soaked." She looked at the camera. "My pussy is always wet and juicy for cock." She swirled her tongue over tier parted mouth. "Always!"
"Ummm, baby, I can tell." His flushed face came up from between her fleshy tits. "You're a hot bitch." He pulled a tit with his hand, his mouth kissing. He went from her peaked nipple, around her bulky tit, kissing, going to her neck and face. His other hand was busy between her parted thighs, digging the material of her panties into her soaked cunt. "Unnn, you always this hot?"
"Yessss!" Joyce murmured. "Always." Joyce wriggled out of his frenzied clutches. "Let me get out of my clothes go you can appreciate me better."
Fred released her, settling back into the comforts of the couch, anxious to watch the sexy Joyce strip. .
Joyce staggered to her feet. Her blouse was torn, her tits hanging out. She leered into
Fred's face. "I really get off stripping in front of an appreciative audience." She slipped the ruined blouse off her shoulders. "Like my tits?"
"They're gorgeous," Fred groaned, watching her jiggling tit meat. "Fantastic tits, baby." He grinned. "Shake 'em up."
"Ummmm, I'd love to." Lewdly, she shook her fleshy tits. "God, it gets me hot flashing my body." She slipped her skirt off, and stepped out of it. "I'm creaming myself." Slowly, Joyce turned, giving Fred a view of her ass. A stretch of tight panties covered her pussy mound and ass cheeks.
"Great-looking ass too," Fred groaned, sitting up to touch her. He mauled her rocking ass.
"Oooo, Fred!" She bent over, wiggled her hips and ass, and then giggled dirtily, her eyes on the camera. "I like having my ass on display. Rip off my panties."
Fred obliged. He crunched the flimsy lace in his paws and tore it off her ass. The crack of her ass was exposed to his hungry devouring eyes. "Sweet meat." He grabbed the ass cheeks and fondled roughly.
"I'm glad you like it," Joyce cooed, facing the stranger and giving him her trimmed blonde patch of cunt hair. Her hands skimmed down to her pussy. Shaking her bare ass at the camera, Joyce opened the swollen folds of her velvety snatch for Fred.. "Feel my pussy. I'm soaked to the bone. Soaked to grease your prick when you fuck me."
Fred slipped his hand along her sticky thighs; she came closer. Jamming three fingers into her pussy, he delved into the cushiony wet pussy walls.
"I'm so fuckin' hot,. Fred." She labored under his fucking fingers, using her cunt muscles on his knuckles. "Ewwww, God, you're finger-fuckin' me to death! My legs are getting weak."
She shivered; each word she spoke and each breath she took was being recorded. It sent her mind into a swirling spin.
"Let me see your cock." She stepped away from his digging fingers. "Slit, Fred, it's time I saw that bulge you've been. carrying around." She giggled and dropped to her knees. "Besides, I can't stand up anymore." She crawled between his legs, her fingers urgently sliding his zipper down. With feverish excitement, she fished inside the opening, squealing with delight when her fingers clasped around the thick veiny stem of Fred's cum bloated prick.
"Aggghhhh!" Fred grunted as Joyce hauled his cock out. "Suck it, baby! Shove the fuckin' thing in your mouth!"
"Mmmmm. Just looking at it makes me hungry." Her hot hands stroked the long thick piece of cock flesh. Massaging the thick prickshaft, she hefted the large cum-filled balls. "God, it feels as if you're loaded with cum."
"Gonna shoot every fuckin' drop into your cunt, too."
He reached down to capture her head and shove her face on his throbbing cock. "Stop talkin' and put the fuckin' thing in your mouth!"
Joyce giggled and moved back, her hands still grasping his long pulsating prick. "I'll eat you, Fred. "Let me look at it first. It gets me hot to see the cock I'm gonna suck and fuck.
Fred groaned. "Do it soon, baby."
"Suckin' cock is the next best thing to fuckin' one, Fred. Relax. . . my pussy's creaming for it already." Lowering her head, she brought her mouth to his bloated prick and kissed the tip. A wet smacking kiss filled the room. Her tongue flicked up and down the entire length of his massive cockshaft. Her lips smeared lipstick all over his prick. Her tongue bathed the hard-on in a pool of warm spit. She kept her face to the camera as much as possible, wanting her husband, if he watched the movie, to see that she had truly changed and loved the taste of cock.
Chapter Seven
"In your mouth!" Her tantalizing kisses and gentle licks were teasing him, driving him into a drunken stupor. "In your mouth!" He entwined his blunt fingers into the thick tousled curls of her blonde hair and lifted her head, poised it above his towering cock. "Your mouth!" He slammed her face down on the pointed tip, driving his prick down her throat. "Aggghhh!"
Joyce gurgled dreamily, and took every inch he offered. Her soft lips clung to his cockshaft. He hacked forward and she sucked in response. With each upward lunge he took, Joyce clawed his balls. Her lips whacked into his opened-zipper.
Joyce used her teeth, then as he fucked in face in a. brutal attack of passion, she unfastened his belt. Between his jabs, she hauled his pants down. She struggled, using her teeth as a weapon to be set free.
"Ahhh!!" Fred bellowed hoarsely. Her teeth were cutting into the base of his dick. "Aghhh? Honey!" He released her. "Christ, baby, I thought you were going to bite the thing oft"
"No chance," she breathed, easing back, slipping his pants and shorts down. "I need that in my pussy. I just want a little more room to work." She snapped off his pants and shorts, along with his shoes and socks, then crawled between his bare legs and stroked his spit-soaked heavy prick. "I love having it rammed deep in my throat, almost as much as having it rammed in my pussy." She rubbed her fits over his rock-bard prick. "Ill show you."
Joyce brought her mouth back to Fred's cock, parted her wet lips, and took the head of his prick into her moist hungry mouth at sucked. A loud - gasp mouth sucked harder, her cheeks drawn in tight. Holding his cockshaft with a gripping hand, she jerked his prick quickly, shifting the flexible skin up and down. She tried sucking his cum up from his churning balls.
Unable to do it, she gulped his prick down her throat, taking him to his groin. Soft lips flush against his thick curly groin hair, she kept her head still, feeling the length of his prick. His cock was stuffed tight in her gullet. She loved it. Teeth biting his sensitive prickshaft, she dragged her mouth back off his cock, until the teeth caught on the deep ridge below his bloated prickhead.
Through her nose, she breathed in air, her eyes wide open. She eased forward, her teeth dragging on the way back to his groin, scraping along his stiff cockshaft. Her mouth smacked his groin again, then she eased back. She sucked with long smooth wet strokes.
Fred growled, lunging up off the couch, burying his aching prick in her throat. "Faster! Aghhhh!"
When her mouth hit his hairy groin again and again, she went wild. Her mouth and teeth relentlessly gnawed away at his hard-on. Bobbing her head at a quicker pace, Joyce pleased him. Hard inches of cockmeat went fucking down her throat. She fucked him with her mouth, constantly sucking and slurping.
She clawed the thick wrinkled skin of his balls, agitating him into more demanding thrusts-and plunges. Fred responded, fucking into her face.
She stopped sucking, took her mouth off his prick. "I don't want you creaming my mouth, Fred," she panted. "My pussy wants your cum. It's pulsing so bad, I think it's jealous of my mouth." She caressed his spit-soaked prick and balls. "It's not that I don't like to drink cum. I love it, but my pussy is sooo hungry."
"Then climb on it and let's do something about it." He leaned back, his prick aching for her pussy.
Joyce got to her feet, her knees bending like rubber. "Oh God, I'm creaming just thinking about how deep your cock will go." Slowly, making every move a study in sexuality, Joyce straddled his raging hard prick. She lowered her cunt to his purplish-red prickhead. Pussy folds of a velvety texture, held his bloated cockhead firm, but Joyce didn't allow him to enter the bubbling heat of her cunthole. Not yet.
"Baby," Fred groaned. The heat of her pussy enveloped the tip of his prick. "You're a teaser! Jesus Christ, get the fuckin' thing in
"Ummmmm," she hummed, rocking her hips. Her cunt squished deliciously just on his rounded cockhead. "Soon. First I want to bathe you in nice hot cunt juice, so you can get deep . . . real deep." Back and forth she slid her gooey cunt which was dripping warm frothy pussy-cream. "God, I can feel it throbbing against me!" The head of his prick banged into her swollen cut which pulsed with hot desire.
"Fred, I'm going crazy!" She wriggled on his cock, wetting his shaft with pussy juice. He groaned and twisted, his hands seeking her gyrating hips.
"Now! Bitch!" Fred roared, his strength overpowering. He raised her twisting frame; his cock jabbed the air. After attaining a good grip on her hips, he slammed her down and
fucked his cock in. her hot scalding pussy. "Jesssssus!"
Joyce's head snapped back, her blonde hair swishing across her shoulders like blonde silken whips. "Oooooo! I'm stuffed!" She squealed her pleasure, her hips rocking, gyrating. "Ooooh, Fred! Your cock!" She took his prick to the root and crushed Fred's face into the pillowy flesh of her ripened tits.
"Ooooo! Fred!"
Shivering in heavenly bliss, she was still not used to the fantastic feeling of being rammed with prickmeat. "Ohhhhh." She gasped, trying to settle down. She used her pussy muscles, her trembling spasms under control. A tight clamp of spongy heat was wrapped snugly around his buried shaft. "Ohhh, Fred, you're so hard!"
Fred groaned again. "You got a hot pussy, baby! Hot!"
There, my darling husband, she thought happily. Jason would hear that tonight. She had proof!
"You feel my pussy muscles?" Joyce asked. Fred's hands mauled the tender flesh of her ass. He buried his lust-filled face between her gorgeous tits, then came out. "Goddamn," he moaned. "I feel your muscles all right. Your pussy won't let me go!" He humped up, the head of his cock surrounded by the cushiony wetness of her cunt.
"Fred! I feel your prick! I'm creaming all over it!" She raised her ass off Fred's lap, hoping the camera would pick up Fred's cock fucking the puffy folds of her gooey cunt. Gradually, she lifted off his cock until only the puffy head of his prick was snug inside her. She came down again, sucking up each hard inch.
"God, baby, your cunt muscles won't quit! You should turn professional."
"Can't do that," she said, coming up off his cock again. "My pussy isn't for sale. It belongs to my husband, and for the moment-you." She came slamming down, then rotated her hips in a tight circular motion. It sent them both spiraling toward a mind blowing orgasm.
"You'd make a fortune," he groaned, lunging up into the caldron of sticky fuck ooze. "A Goddamn fortune."
Joyce giggled. "Maybe you should tell my husband."
"Not me, baby. Don't want to meet your old man." He grabbed two fistfuls of tit flesh and moved the popped the red swollen nipples from the tips of her tits.
"I'll tell him," she moaned. She was beginning to drift in and out of a drunken daze induced by his fucking cock. He split her cuntlips apart and flicked his way inside her juicy cunt. "Ohhh, God, I'm getting close. Your prick is making me dizzy."
Her hands caressed his, face, combed through his hair. She rocked back and forth on this fucking prick. "Make me cum, Fred. Make it happen, so I can go crazy on your cock."
Her hot sizzling voice was intoxicating. His hips lunged. "Baby, my cock is gonna blast any second."
"I know! I know!" she screamed. ". feel it getting bigger! Ohhh, MY God! Gum! Fuck me and cum!" She thrashed about on his impaling cock like a stuck pig. "Make me! Fuck me! Creammm. . . meee!"
Her own voice echoed in her skull, and, coupled with his fucking prick, it triggered her orgasm. I'm cumming!" She screamed at the top of her lungs for all the world to hear. "I'm cumming!" She screamed it for Jason. Thrashing, twisting, jerking, she went berserk on Fred's fucking prick. It sliced her pussy deep. Spastic attacks of joy catapulted her into heavenly bliss. She was climaxing on a man's dick! "Oooo! Fred! Fill me with your cum!"
"I am!" he roared, fucking in and out of her pulsating pussy. "I am!"
Hot flashes of ecstasy skittered through her body, scorching a path deep inside her pussy where Fred's prick reached with every hard hitting thrust. Swollen tit meat bounced. Nipples swelled to their peak. Her hard cut mashed and twisted into Fred's steel groin. "I'm creaming your cock!"
Fred fucked the stormy center of her oozing cunt until his balls rumbled. They exploded in the next instant. His hands clamped onto her gyrating hips. His prick swelled. His balls jettisoned their heavy load through the long stem of his prick. The cum gushed. His balls were anxious to rid themselves of their hot molten burden of white jizz. Fred jerked, creaming Joyce's pussy.
"I'm cumming!" Fred shouted. His deep voice overpowered Joyce's maniac screams. "I'm filling you, bitch! Filling you with my cum!"
"Oh God!" she shrieked., hearing his howls. Her high-pitched screech blended with Fred's roaring shouts. "Oooo! I love it! Gum! Gum! Gum!" Hips twisted, then hips lunged. Her cut smashed into his humping groin.
She kept screeching and rocking. Precariously, she fucked his fucking spurting cock. She fell back but Fred's huge hands kept her screwed down tight on his spewing prick. Her cunt bubbled over with his jizz. Her pussy juice creamed his cock in response.
Her tits bounced as she humped. Her blue eyes turned to glass. H blonde hair whipped across her scarlet face with swift lashes. "More, More!" she screamed in heavenly greed.
Fred responded to her demented howls of passion. his balls rumbled with another explosion. A hot river of glutinous jizz spurted up through his thick long cock and out his pissslot. Gobs of white cum flooded the gripping muscles of her cunt. Her spongy cunt walls soaked it up and pulsed for more. Fred squirted deep as he could go. He rammed her as hard as his strength would allow.
The camera picked up every noise, every horrendous pump. The lens was trained in Joyce's jerking ass and the skewering cock that fucked her pussy so brutally. Cunt juice and jism streamed past her cuntlips and down Fred's bulky prickshaft.
Joyce thrashed. Her orgasm hurled her into oblivion where her senses were heightened. Her pussy milked the prick which was making it all possible.
She swayed on Fred's lap, almost toppling to the floor. She came forward, smothering Fred in two mountains of tit. Her hips never stopped moving. Her cunt muscles never ceased to grasp the stiff prick. She drained Fred's balls until her orgasm left her body.
Passion sated, everything on film, Joyce lifted, off Fred's lap. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Your cock was fantastic, Fred.. It took me on a fantastic ride."
His prick popped out of her overworked cunt. Joyce fell to the couch alongside Fred. She sprawled out, legs wide apart, her cunt gash seeping white jizz and filmy pussy-cream. Joyce rubbed her tits. She was playing up to the camera now, her soft ass rubbing the cushions. "Mmmmm, fucking is the only thing worth doing.
"Christ, baby," he groaned. "You never stop. I thought my balls were actually goin' to explode."
"They did," she laughed lewdly. She leaned over and grabbed his limp cock. "It's all sticky.
"Unnnnn," he moaned, under her caressing fingers.
Her body back to normal, she released his prick. Raising her ass to the camera, she kissed Fred. "I think you better be going. My husband will be home soon."
Fred didn't need to be pushed. He grunted, pulling up his pants. "You ever need me again, baby, you know how to get in touch."
She sat on the couch, watching him dress. "I will, if I can't convince my husband of a few things." She smiled. "Bye, Fred."
Joyce closed, her eyes, her fingers opening the wet dripping gash of her fucked pussy.
"Mmmmm, what a fuck."
Chapter Eight
Jason sat frozen in one position until the end of the movie. Mixed emotions plagued him. Anger. Rage. Jealousy. Passion. He began to shake, the muscles in his jaw twitching. What he had just witnessed was unbelievable. Now the screen was filled with Joyce's smiling face.
"I hope you enjoyed the show, my darling. I enjoyed doing it. I guess now you have to believe that I like sex and want to be a complete woman for you."
Joyce licked her lips, and continued. "I'm upstairs in bed waiting, naked and showered. My pussy is dripping wet for you. If you still love me and want to make our marriage work, come upstairs and fuck me, like I should be fucked. I'm waiting"
The screen went black. Jason sat there. He still loved her. Christ, he always would. He hauled himself up from the couch and walked to the stairs. His cock ached for his wife. His passion rumbled, in his balls. He took the carpeted steps slowly, images of Joyce with the stranger flashing through his mind.
He walked quietly down the hall toward the master bedroom. To what, after seeing the film, he wasn't sure. He was only sure he loved her.
His hand touched the brass knob of the bedroom door. He turned it. The door opened. His eyes adjusted to the lighting- pale hues of red.
Joyce was sitting in bed.-Her beautiful eyes, made up with dark eye shadow, looked sensuous. Her mouth was a deep glistening red. Her blonde hair was swept up in golden curls atop her head. The lighting in the room enhanced the softly sculptured angles of her face and long slender neck.
Jason swallowed hard. She was wearing a black bra trimmed in red lace, the center of each tit was cut out, her nipples filling the void.. Her panties matched. The rest of her luscious body was creamy white with a tinge of red from the sexy light in the room.
Jason stepped into the bedroom, closed the door. Immediately, the heavy erotic scent of perfume attacked his nostrils. It was as if he had stepped into a high-class call girl's bedroom. He took a deep breath, not knowing what to say, where to begin.
"Hi," she purred. A thick layer of lust coated her sultry voice. "I'm glad you came up, Jason. I have so many things to say and do."
"You've changed." The corner of his mouth twitched at an attempt at a smile.
"I hope you approve."
The twitch turned into a lewd happy grin. '!I'm not sure." His mouth was watering. Joyce was the epitome of sex. "I'm still trying to figure out why I shouldn't bust your ass for making it with another man."
Joyce licked her glossy coating of red lipstick with the pink tip of her wet tongue. "You mean, flick, don't you?" Her blue eyes sparkled with devilment, a filmy sheen of lust intermixed.
"I guess I do," he said. Only a few short days ago, she wouldn't even have said the word fuck, let alone, enjoy doing it like he had witnessed downstairs.
Jason stood by the bed. The perfume was stronger here, snaring his mind and body in its alluring web. "Couldn't you have just made the movie without him? Christ ... I would have believed; without that."
Joyce laughed, "I don't think so." Her dazzling gaze lowered to his crotch. "I wanted to make sure you believed me." She paused. "I also remembered how you used Dixie to prove a point."
Jason wanted to grab her, touch her, and maul the gorgeous flesh of her body. Instead, he waited, anxious to find out for himself how much she had changed.
"Did you get hat watching me in the film?" she asked.
He nodded. His gaze settled on her tits and the bulging tit flesh spilling out of the black lace and red, trim. "It was better than that movie I made you watch."
"I'm glad." She moved sensuously, climbing on her hands and knees. "I can see the bulge in your pants. Can I see what's causing it?"
my guest."
Instead of using her hands to pull down his zipper, she used her teeth and tugged it down. Scrambling into a sitting position, her legs over the side of the bed, Joyce placed her face at his crotch. "I'm been dreaming about this moment, Joyce." She delved inside and found his hunk of cockmeat.
"Unnnnn," he groaned. Her warm fingers curled around the thick stem. "So have I."
A shivery sigh rippled through Joyce as she brought out his hard-on. "Remember how I wouldn't put it in my mouth?"
"It's hard to forget," he groaned. Her fingers were deftly massaging his cockshaft.
"I've had a lot of practice since then," she said. "I hope you enjoy it." Wasting no time, she slipped her mouth over his cock. Her lips clamped tight around the bell-shaped prickhead, her fingers laced around his steel beamed cockshaft. Her tongue swirled around the bloated prickhead, over and through the thin slit of his pisser.
"Aghhhh, honey," he groaned, cramming her mouth with prickmeat. He was surprised. Her mouth was receptive, eager, overpowering.
Joyce held her husband's gorgeous cock deep in her throat as a sample of what she could do. Her mouth popped off his cock. "More later, my darling. I want you undressed first.'"
Jason groaned. He looked down at his beautiful wife, her hands working urgently to get his clothes off, nice and quickly. "Baby, you certainly have changed."
"You haven't seen anything yet." Getting up from the bed, she stood, slipping his shirt off-the last of his clothes. Her mouth was active. Kissing. Licking. Nibbling at his chest, neck, arms, and shoulders..
"I'm hungry for you, Jason. Every inch of your body." She melted into his arms, felt the steel hardness of his spit-soaked prick.
Jason crushed her against his hard-muscled frame. She was soft, warm to the touch. The sexy bra and panties felt good against his skin.
Joyce pressed her supple body into her husband's strong frame. Her nipples, jutting through the bra, burned into his chest, the pointed rosy tips erect and sensitive. Her long fingers kneaded his bare back, tantalizing his flesh. She feasted on his tongue in her mouth, giving him the pleasure she had never given him before.
She gasped when they broke the kiss. "Oh, my darling. Get on the bed." She pushed him back on the mattress, then whisked off his pants, shorts, shoes and socks. "Now I have you the way I want you-naked."
"C'mere, honey." He reached out for her, but she danced away from his grasp.
"In a minute, my horny husband."
"Get over here. Now!"
Joyce was having fun. "What will you do, if I don't?"
"I'll rape you, you sex nymph. Now, get over here!"
Joyce laughed. "You can't rape a willing wife."
"C'mcre; and let me fuck you like you deserve."
Joyce's fingers came around her fits. "Will you suck these, if I come to bed?" It was the voice, of a hot passionate child.
"Just get in bed, and I'll suck you all night if you want."
"I'm all juicy thinking about what you'll do to me." Her fingers worked the magic of the snap. The bra fell away from her fits.
Jason's eyes popped. Bathed in the glow of the red light, her voluptuous tits took a pink hue. The nipples were darker, swollen.
Joyce caressed her tits in front of her leering husband. She could see that he was turned on. It thrilled her. Her hands came off her tits and combed through the rich thickness of her blonde hair on her head, her tits jutting, the nipples pointing
"I don't have to tat off my panties," she told her husband. Joyce turned, it over. The panties opened around the crack of her ass. "See, they're crotchless." She straight- ended tip, then turned. Her fingers immediate sought her pussy and? slipped inside the slippery wet folds. "You can stick your cock in me anytime. I'll always wear these, or' nothing at all."
"Honey, God! Get on the fuckin' bed. My cock wants your pussy.
"Yessss," she hissed like a snake about to strike. "It's time I took my husband's cock in my pussy." Drunk with passion, she swaggered over to the bed, her hips swinging, her tits bouncing in their freedom. "I want to please you more than anything in the world."
Jason was enthralled. She . was sexual and beautiful. Different, yet the same.
Joyce climbed on the bed. "fore we fuck, I want to-"
Jason grabbed her, dragged her on top of him.
"Oh, Jason, I want to eat your body, cream it with my pussy juice.., so many things." She wriggled on top of her husband, his stiff cock digging into her gooey cuntlips. She went limp; the contact rendered her helpless.
Jason lunged. His prick fucked her drooling cuntlips. He ached to feel the juicy hole of his wife's cunt-a hole he had never entered except when dry and unyielding. As he fucked his prick forward, Joyce twisted above him, keeping him from entering.
Joyce wanted to tease and torment him, wanted to make this his best fuck ever. "Am I better than Dixie?" she asked in a wave of insecurity.
"Better, honey, better!"
"Ooooooo, Jason!" She twisted again as he grabbed both her tits and roughly handled them. "Don't rip the fuckin' things off!" She reared back. "Tell me . . . tell me what you want. I want to hear it over and over again. I'll do anything for you, darling!"
"I want your pussy, baby. Fuck me, honey, fuck me!" His tone was gravelly, raspy with lust. "Stick it in your juicy pussy."
"I love hearing it," Joyce crooned dreamily. She swayed as she straddled him. "It makes me cream!" She lifted her ass. His cock was sticking up in the air, pointing at her seeping cuntlips.
Joyce glanced down at her husband's veiny prick-bloated, purplish-red, stiff and ready for her pussy. She lowered her cunt to the stiff cock. An overflow of pussy juice made it easy for the head of his over grown prick to find the entrance to her pussy through the crotchless lace panties.
"Unnnnn, honey!" Jason grunted with his lunge. The silky lips of her cunt swallowed his cock up. She was slippery, wild. "God, honey, you're so fuckin' hot inside!" His body stiffened, keeping himself from brutally slamming her down on his cock.
"I feel it, Jason!" she squealed with delight. She was thrilled with taking her husband willingly, wantonly She was hot and wet, instead of parched and resisting.
"Jason, your cock is stretching my pussy!" She reveled in the words-words that had once been forbidden. "My pussy is hungry for your cock!" Her hips wriggled; Jason's hard-on easily slipped inside. Her pussy gulped inch after delicious inch. Her cunthole welcomed him with a deluge of swirling hot pussy juice.
"Baby!" he growled in response to her overactive cunt muscles. It awed him. She was boiling hot, wet, and greedy. "Baby! You're the best!" His hands dropped- to her wriggling hips that wouldn't stop moving. He fucked into her with savage thrusts. Suddenly, he stopped. His prick thumped wildly inside his wife's pussy.
Joyce screeched deliriously. Her body was impaled on Jason's thick pulsing dick. "Ohhhh. . . you're filling me good!- ph, Jason, it feels wonderful. Better than the others!" She swayed, her body speared, her cunt muscles clinging greedily, her pussy walls saturating the entire fucking length of his prick.
"You're the best in the world, honey!" Jason grunted. He reveled in her squeezing, milking pussy walls.
Joyce dropped forward, their bodies locked at the groin. Her arms were stiff, her tits dangling like ripe exotic fruit at her husband's mouth. She was filled with excitement and love. "Bite them, my darling. Bite my fuckin' nipples. My tits. Everything!"
Jason obliged and chewed sadistically on each red blushing nipple. He sucked them one at a time. He chewed, then sucked, switching from one fit to the other. Joyce screamed and whimpered in heavenly delight.
Rocking on his prick, she used her cunt to massage his hard throbbing cockshaft. Cunt ooze greased his prick in a buttery warm fuck sauce. It oozed from the hole of her squeezing pussy, down to his balls, then to the crack of his humping ass.
Jason grabbed her tits again, squeezed the pulpy tit meat. He manhandled them, enjoying his wife for the first time since they were married. He turned her creamy flesh a sensitive blushing red. He humped up, not believing the pleasure his cock was receiving inside the churning depths of his wife's pussy. It was as if he were fucking a different woman.
Joyce yanked her battered tits away from her husband's maniacal handling and sat up, his cock fucking her deeply. She soothed her abused tits with gentle fingers. "Oh, God, I thought you were going to pull them off me!" His rough treatment made her fuck juices flow more freely.
"I was." He leered up into her flushed face. Shimmering blonde strands of hair were strewn across her face. She was filled with animal lust. Joyce had made a complete transformation.
"You remember how Dixie ogled your fits?" he asked.
"Yeahhhh," she gasped. Her hips slowly churned. "She couldn't keep her eyes off me." She giggled, a lewd low sound that seemed to come from deep within her throat. "Maybe sometime, you'll invite her back, and we can share her.
Jason's head spun. He couldn't believe it. A low groan came from his open mouth as a fast visual image of Dixie on the bed, with Joyce and himself on either side of the black-haired beauty. He was hot. His wife's newly discovered sexuality had him almost creaming.
A lascivious smile graced Joyce's face. She saw his look of disbelief. "You can watch her suck my tits, and I'll suck hers." She was becoming hotter. The conversation was driving her mad. "You can fuck her, and I'll eat her cunt, suck out all your cum." Joyce squiggled down on Jason's hard cock, making him groan. "Anything, darling.., in this bedroom, I'm your whore to do with as you please."
Jason believed now. His hips became a blur. He lunged and fucked his stiff prick into her receptive cunt. He fucked to the hilt with each upward thrust.
"If you want, we can keep the movie I made," Joyce said, "and we can make more of them." She kept him scurrying around at the summit of his lust with her talk. Hot promises. She painted their future with lustful strokes.
Jason roared, his face florid with desire. Grabbing her tits, he yanked her forward, holding her tightly. He rolled. He was on top of her in one fluid move. His tense strained face leered down into hers. "Now, we fuck!" he rasped, his voice like sandpaper.
"Yes!" Her fingers raked his chest which loomed above her. Their groins were fused. She mashed her clit into his hard prick. "Tell me I'm your whore! Tell me!"
"Whore!" Jason rammed hard. "Whore!" He slammed harder.
Joyce came up to meet him. His hard lunges whacked her soft pliant body.
Blindly, he fucked at her, his eyes shut, recalling all the strength he could muster. He was going to make her cream like never before.
"Harder! Faster!" she shrieked wildly,
matching his power. She met his thrusts with upward pumps.
Jason's cock was a battering ram, fucking her twisting body back into the mattress. His cock throbbed,, ready to burst at the seams. The veins in his cock bulged; the surging blood boiled. His rumbling balls ached under the heavy load of cum that churned inside. It was ready to gush.
Twisting, squirming, clawing, Joyce was a hurricane of passion. She reached the summit, hovered, and then soared into her orgasm. "I'm cumming!" It was a scream of release. The past, her sexual famine, was all behind her. A wonderful world of sexual gratification was opening up to her as she climaxed on her husband's cock. Her cunt gushed. Hot pussycream bathed the prick that was taking her on this joyous ride into her climax.
Jason rode the fury of her, whirlwind orgasm. his pounding frame and fucking prick was the fuel which kept her twisting and squirming. Hot fuck cream, pulsing muscles, twisting hips enveloped Jason. His balls unloaded. Like a spraying geyser, his cock spewed a viscous load of white cum. Jason splattered the inner depths of his wife's cunthole.
"I'm cumming, Joyce! I'm creaming you!" His jism bathed her pussy walls. "Baby! Agh!
What a fuck you are!"
"Oh, Jason!" she screeched back.
They slammed into each other, their sweaty flesh slapping wetly. Hard grunts echoed high pitched squeals of pleasure. Cock jizz mingled with pussy cum. The mixture gushed from the swollen red lips of Joyce's pussy. She lunged. He drove her back. Hips and groin rocked together in a seesawing motion. Lunging and flicking, fucking and lunging, they repeated the wild and noisy sequence.
"I feel your cum!" Her lithe body wrenched in spasms, twisted in bliss. She clung to his ramming body with her coiling arms. She pounded his driving ass with her heels.. She thrust her body against his. Her mind was gone. Only the pleasure his cock was giving her kept her going.
Jason's weighty balls rumbled. His grunts turned to gasps for air. His cock fucked deep, wedged inside her churning cunt for that one brief moment before he whipped out. He fucked back in, coming down on top of her gyrating body, crushing her between the mattress and his hard fucking frame.
"I love youuuu!" he roared. His prick was about empty. His power was quickly draining, his strength ebbing.
"Oooooo... Jason . . . I love you!" She threw herself into his hard frame. A searing jolt of ecstasy whipped through her pussy. Climaxing like never before, she stiffened, trembled.
The intensity of 'her orgasm grew stronger, threatening to destroy her, if she continued much longer. A mind-staggering shudder wrenched her body. Her mouth opened and a gush of air whooshed out. Her orgasm finally released her, letting her float and bask in the feel of her husband's fucking prick.
She held him tight as the room seemed to spin on a different axis than the world. She quivered in his arms, feeling his pounding body, his slamming hips, his fucking fabulous cock.
Jason groaned, slammed into his wife's supple body, and slowed his pace. When his prick and balls were totally drained,, he held her. They stayed that way until their overworked bodies returned to normal.
"Oh, Jason," she bubbled, still clinging to him. "We have so much to do. So much to catch up on. I want to do everything with you. Experience everything. I'm so happy!"
"Easy, baby. You just fucked me senseless.
"I intend to do just that for the rest of our lives." She kissed him frantically all over his face. "The rest of our lives."
