Marshall licked Joy's outer cunt lips, then the inner lips. Finally his tongue entered her drenched twat. The sex juices flowed freely, covering Marshall's chin and cheeks. He was going wild with desire. He pushed his lover's hips up so that he could lick the delicate crack between her beautiful buns, and moved his tongue around in little teasing circles until Joy squirmed harder against him-craving more of his desire.
Joy knew that a library was filled with exciting information-but what she was getting out of it could write some of the hottest chapters in any book-and cause anyone's passion's to soar.
CHAPTER ONE
Joy Alberson stopped dusting her Danish teakwood dresser and stared at her stark-naked body in the full-length mirror which hung from the wall. Her long blonde hair, which was cut in a smart shag, hung down past her shoulders. The huge melon tits which swayed when she walked were capped with cherry-colored nipples, exquisite nubs of flesh which grew rigid whenever a warm-blooded man was near. Her waist was narrow, her hips shapely, and her ass divine.
Wanting to gaze at her sex, Joy turned sideways and bent over. With her slender fingers, she pried her ass cheeks apart and stared at her own cunt and asshole. A smile crossed her face. It was easy to see why men and women both melted when they saw her naked body. She was a lovely work of art. Every part of her was perfect. The curly blonde hairs which surrounded her twat were soft and delicate. And the puckered eye of her anus looked delicious enough to eat.
A myriad of unrelated thoughts raced through Joy's pretty head. I don't want to be a librarian at the Grand Hills Library for the rest of my life. I want a man to love, someone I won't tire of after a few humps in the sack. I want to have children, a nice house, a dog. I'm tired of people fucking me over. It's a drag living on Kingsley Avenue in Hollywood. I want to move. I want to mature. I want to have fantastic orgasms that never end.
While Joy's brain tried to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life, her experienced hands were busy playing with her quim and bunghole. Her hips slowly undulated from left to right, gradually picking up speed. The middle finger of her left hand was deeply entrenched up her seething twat, while the middle digit of her other hand was exploring the dark, dank, musky recesses of her back hole, the hole that she let only a select few men fuck, the hole that fascinated her, the hole that she loved fingerfucking.
Joy stared at her face in the mirror. No wrinkles. No blemishes. Yes, she was beautiful. A real delectable piece of ass. The kind men drool over and want to fuck at first sight. When did it all start? It must have been the time her uncle had called her into his bedroom. Joy was only eighteen then, still a virgin. Hah! The thought made her laugh. How could she have been a virgin at the ripe old age of eighteen? But she was ... and her uncle knew that. That's why he wanted to fuck her; he wanted to sink his meat into her pure cunt before any slobbering, pimply-faced adolescent geek beat him to it.
"Come in here for a moment, Joy!" Uncle Pete had called out, his voice hoarse and demanding. Joy, not knowing what she was in for, went into her lascivious uncle's room. There she found him standing stark-naked with his huge, swollen cock in his hands. She froze in her tracks when she saw the dribbling prick and the huge, purple balls, which were covered with thick patches of curly pubic hairs.
"Don't be afraid!" Uncle Pete said as he walked towards the girl. When he was a few feet from her, Joy could smell the cheap whiskey on his breath and the rancid, stale cigars that she detested so much.
Uncle Pete roughly ripped off her clothes and licked her entire body, taking extra time to let his saliva-drenched tongue invade her armpits, asshole, and cunt. Joy shook but she didn't run. She didn't hit him. She didn't scream out for help. Like a helpless little girl she let her blood relative feast on her splendid virgin body.
She could still remember how it felt when Uncle Pete rammed his swollen hunk of meat into her trembling twat. The hot rod of flesh tore away at her, inching its evil head deep into her precious womb, tearing her hymen, and taking her innocence away.
Uncle Pete licked her ear cavities and slobbered his vile saliva all over her pretty face. Joy closed her eyes and without wanting to she began to gently buck her hips. Yes, even though she deplored what was happening to her, for some reason she joined in the rape of her own body. Disgusting as it was, she found the rape enjoyable.
When Uncle Pete roughly rubbed her tits and violently pulled on her nipples, Joy whimpered like an animal in heat. She found herself grabbing for his ass so that she could guide her relative's movements. This turned the incestuous bastard on. He pumped harder and harder until he shot his creamy white load of hot jizm into Joy's throbbing snatch.
Uncle Pete's orgasm was just the beginning. Two months later Joy discovered that she was pregnant. She was so ashamed she wanted to die. Three months later she had a natural abortion. The nightmare wasn't over, though. Throughout the coming years she carried a heavy blanket of guilt over her conscience. To her men were savage beasts, yet she didn't run away from them. She derived pleasure from having men's cock rammed in and out of all her holes.
Joy slowly came back to the present. She could feel the sticky juices dripping from her hot box. Her tender clit was swollen to enormous proportions. The first delicious spasms of a shattering orgasm began to grow in her groin. Then they shot out in all directions. Joy shouted in ecstasy as wave after wave of electrical vibrations spread throughout her entire taut body.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned.
Her hips were bucking wildly now and the finger that wormed its way deep in her bunghole was rapidly slamming in and out of the musky-smelling hole.
Sex was all that mattered to Joy at this moment. Her eyes closed and she saw balls and cocks and cunts and tits. Giant waves of molten sperm engulfed her and she drank up all the tasty come. Tongues flicked out of the corners of her mind and invaded her every orifice. Hands caressed every inch of her quivering body. A massive orgasm shook the entire planet. The entire world was coming at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed, continuing to fingerfuck both her lower holes.
This went on for more than twenty minutes. Finally, her body shook violently. The ultimate orgasm drove her wild. It felt so fucking good.
In a delirious, ecstatic trance, Joy wiggled her naked body towards the bedroom, but before she could lie down, a loud knock at the door interrupted her carnal dreams of come and vaginal spasms.
Who the fuck can that be? I'm not expecting anyone! she thought to herself as she trudged off towards the front door. "Who is it?" she yelled through the locked door.
"It's me. Larry."
Joy smiled. She wouldn't have to bother slipping into a robe now. Larry Fields had seen her nude before and he was about to see her nude again. Joy flung the door open and Larry's mouth fell open.
"I didn't feel like dressin' up today. Is that all right with you?" Joy said coquettishly. She then playfully covered her crotch with her left hand and her boobs with her right arm.
Larry regained his composure and smiled. As he entered her nicely furnished apartment, he said, "Not at all." Joy closed the door and Larry reached for her gigantic globes of tit flesh. Her jugs were warm and soft. Larry caressed them gently for several moments, then he leaned over and licked them with his greedy tongue.
Joy looked down at the man who was laving her tits. Larry was thirty-one, but most people took him for twenty-five or twenty-six. He was about five foot-seven and well-built. His dreamy brown bedroom eyes had melted the hearts of scores of lovely females.
The big-titted librarian ran her fingers through Larry's dark brown hair as the aspiring actor-writer's tongue trailed down her stomach and began to lick her belly button. She thought it was a shame that her handsome friend had to waste time working as a bartender at the Grand Hills Lounge just so he could make enough money to pay his bills. But that was life in the big city.
Joy suddenly felt the need to hug her handsome companion. She encircled him with her arms. He knew what she wanted so he wrapped his strong arms around the lithe nymph and squeezed her tight. Their mouths met. Larry's tongue explored Joy's saliva-drenched orifice.
"Mmmmmmmm!" he moaned as she stroked his cock over his pants.
Joy broke the kiss and said, "Let me help you get naked. I want you to fuck my ass off!"
The sex-hungry woman knelt down and removed Larry's expensive brown Florsheim boots, then his dark magenta knee socks. Still on her knees, Joy reached up and unbuckled Larry's belt and dropped his pants to the ground. The bartender stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his highly-aroused cock bobbed up and down. Little dewdrops of pre-coital fluid dribbled from the narrow slit in the glans of Larry's fuck-stick.
While Joy cupped his balls and licked the fluid from his rigid joint, Larry removed his colorful red shirt and tossed it on a chair. He was now completely naked. The cool air felt wonderful as it brushed up against his hot skin. He was ready for anything ... and everything.
"Let's pretend we're stranded on a desert island!" Joy said.
Larry grinned. "OK, baby, anything that turns you on!"
Joy giggled and then walked away from him on her hands and knees, seductively wiggling her generous behind.
"What are you doing?" Larry asked.
"Looking for food and water. We've been stranded for days and I'm starving!"
Larry quickly dropped to his hands and knees and closed the distance between him and Joy. When his nose was inches away from her fragrant ass, Joy asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lookin' for some pussy! Know where I can find some good stuff?"
The wanton girl's hands quickly moved to her buns. She spread her cheeks wide apart. "Kiss my ass and I'll tell you!"
Larry didn't need a second invitation. His lips pressed firmly against Joy's puckered asshole. He didn't stop with a quick kiss, either. Rather, he leisurely trailed his tongue up and down Joy's ass crack. The musky aroma and flavor turned him on until he thought he was going to shoot his molten wad of creamy spunk.
"Oooooh, that feeeeels soooo gooood!" Joy moaned, bucking her hips up and down so that Larry's tongue would stimulate every inch of her sensitive bottom.
The ass-licking went on for several long minutes. Finally, Larry pulled his mouth away and said, "Now, about that pussy!"
Joy rolled over on her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Her sex was completely visible. It was bright red and seemed to vibrate. Larry looked at it appreciatively for several moments and then, when he could stand it no longer, he moved his tongue into position.
Joy's twat was soaking wet. Her thick lubricating fluids gushed out of her hole and soaked Larry's face. The gooey slime drove the man wild with lust. His hands reached out and played with his lover's tits and ass. Every inch of her felt so gloriously divine.
Larry's cock twitched rapidly. Joy reached for the throbbing bone of flesh and began stroking it slowly back and forth. She could feel the thick veins pulsating with dark red blood. And then her hand slid lower and cupped Larry's huge balls, gently squeezing them just the way he liked.
While his tongue explored every nook and cranny of Joy's dank love hole, Larry's mind began to wander. Girls, chicks, women, broads, dames-it didn't matter what they were called. Larry loved all females. Their tits, their asses, their cunts. His biggest joy in life was shoving his hard hunk of meat into a new quim. Yes, it was an indescribable pleasure to fuck a new piece.
But then a gray fog of uncertainty began to cover up Larry's exciting visions of squirming pussies and heaving tits. The rotten feeling that something was missing from his life began to torment his mind once again. As his tongue licked Joy's twat, Larry thought about marriage and kids. Nah, those things aren't for me ... but why not? I'd make a good father and a good husband. But what woman is right for me? Will I ever find someone who can make me happy, content, relaxed?
Before he had a chance to try to answer his own question, Joy grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. "I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop!" she panted.
Larry returned to the real world. A turned-on cunt was staring him in the face. His worries and fears would have to get into the back seat and wait. Now he had more important things to do than to contemplate the future.
Even before they got to the bedroom, Larry tried to shove his cock up Joy's cunthole. He missed and she giggled. Larry covered her mouth with his and as they walked they french-kissed, letting their saliva mix and their emotions run wild.
"You're beautiful!" Larry said as his right hand squeezed Joy's left tit.
The sensuous woman grabbed onto her man's cock and dragged him to the bed. They tumbled on top of each other. Joy's hand guided Larry's dork to her hot snatch. The huge penis head wormed its way past the vulva and into the steaming cunt.
"Ohhhh, God, that feels good!" Larry moaned as he felt the velvety smooth walls of Joy's twat massage his rock-hard organ of pleasure.
"Yessssss, yesssss, shove it in as far as you can. I want to feel you all the way inside me!"
Like two precision machines whose function is to mesh together in perfect unison, Joy and Larry humped each other without missing a single beat. Their thrusts were hard. Their hands clawed at each other's body. But they felt no pain, only pleasure.
Joy's arms wrapped tightly around the man who was fucking the hell out of her pussy. Her left hand reached down and squeezed Larry's taut ass cheeks. Slowly she sought out his ass crack and then her middle finger lodged itself up his tight bunghole.
"Ummmm!" Larry groaned. "Push it in as far as you can."
Joy obeyed his command. Then she gasped when she felt Larry's finger invading her asshole. "Kiss me!" she sobbed.
Their mouths locked together again. Larry and Joy were in orgasmic heaven. They were filling each other's holes; they were giving each other as much pleasure as they knew how!
Joy rubbed her feet against Larry's. Her finger probed the walls of his rectum. Her tongue tasted his gums, his palate, his lips. Her cunt tightly gripped his jackhammering hunk of flesh.
The delightful feelings that flowed throughout their bodies made the fucking duo bounce around the bed like wild jungle beasts. Nothing mattered to them but pleasure. No longer did they worry about their jobs or the future. The supreme orgasm was their god. They were fervent lovemakers whose mission in life was to give each other divine pleasure.
Electrical spasms signifying the first stages of orgasm began to ripple throughout Joy's body. This caused her to buck her hips faster and with more ferocity. Larry got the message. He quickened the tempo of his staccato-style fucking assault. His increased vigor paid off for both of them. Joy screamed out in ecstasy as tremendous waves of orgasmic pleasure erupted all over her body. Larry joined her soon. He could feel the hot semen welling up in his furry balls. It traveled quickly to his thick shaft and then to the glans and then out the head!
Gush after gush of his boiling-hot love juice spurted into Joy's spasming box of lust. While they both came, they greatly increased the intensity of their asshole finger-fucking.
Saliva dripped from their mouths and fell to the silky black sheet which tickled and soothed their excited skin. Sweat dripped from their bodies. Grunts and pants escaped from their mouths.
Even after they had both come, Joy and Larry continued to slowly hump each other. Finally, Larry's limp dick, still dripping gooey jizm, plopped out of Joy's hole. The fucking assault was over temporarily ... but both of them knew that they'd be engaged in another screwing-sucking session before too many more minutes passed.
"You're fantastic!" Larry said, stroking Joy's blonde hair and massaging her massive tits.
"You're not too bad yourself!" she responded jokingly as she gently tweaked the tip of his sensitive cock.
Larry rolled on top of Joy and slid his come-covered cock over her chest, stomach, and face. Joy loved the masculine flavor of his bitter-tasting ser men, so she licked up every last trace of the slimy goo from his fleshpole.
After Joy had finished bathing Larry with her tongue, she looked into his sleepy brown eyes and said, "How's the writing and acting going?"
The handsome young man made a face. "You know ... one day things look good, the next day rotten."
"Something will break soon!"
Larry's dick began to twitch with life again. They both stared at it and laughed.
"I sure hope it's not my cock that breaks!"
"Me, too," Joy responded. "I love your prick just the way it is." The horny librarian positioned her body so that her mouth was inches away from Larry's penis. She watched it intently as it grew again.
While Joy licked the human flesh-shaft, Larry closed his eyes and put his arms behind his head. "I was offered a part in the new play, Brooklyn Fever, but I don't know if I want to accept it."
Between juicy slurps on Larry's prick Joy asked, "Why?"
"Because it's one of those nude sex plays. I'd play the part of Joe Fontini, a likable chap who has a minor character flaw."
"What's that?"
"He likes to expose himself in front of women!"
Joy giggled. "Sounds like a great role for you. Typecasting!"
"Oh, yeah," Larry said, shoving his right middle finger up Joy's sopping wet snatch hole.
The two of them laughed until tears dripped down their cheeks. They hugged each other tightly. Larry's cock rubbed against Joy's stomach and thighs. Both of them craved another fuck. Their hunger was too great for them to wait another moment.
"Put it inside you!" Larry panted into Joy's ear.
The girl did as she was told. With her left hand she guided the swollen shaft of meat into the Stygian black recesses of her throbbing twat. The fit was perfect.
Once again they bucked and rocked and rolled and panted and grunted. Their hands tore at each other's flesh. Small red welts rose on Larry's back. But he didn't give a shit. All that mattered to him was his cock and Joy's cunt. In and out he pumped into the delectable woman. Her fingers explored his ears, his navel, his asshole, his armpits. Her tongue licked his face, his neck, his shoulders.
They were two, but they were one. Theirs was the most perfect copulatory union in the history of mankind. They could do nothing wrong. They were like two dancers who had been partners for years. Each stroke was magnificent. Every thrust was perfectly executed.
Joy was a little girl again; Larry was her human teddy bear. She stroked her plaything, teased it, bit it, sucked it, kneaded it, massaged it.
Larry was king of the mountain. He was the most successful man in the entire world. Beneath him was a wondrous, beautiful specimen, a woman gorgeous enough to make men drool and stiff in their pants when they casually strolled by her in the park. Yes, Larry Fields had it made. So what if he had to work as a bartender to support himself until his big break in Hollywood arrived. It didn't matter to him-at least not at the present moment when his cock was fucking the daylights out of Joy's delicious cunt.
"Ooooh, Larry, I'mmm commmiiinnnggg!" Joy shrieked as the spasms of orgasm once again raced delightfully throughout her exquisite body.
"So am I!" Larry added, just as the first spurts of his creamy white sperm-juice shot into Joy's tunnel of love.
Once again they continued humping each other long after the majestic waves of orgasm subsided. They kissed passionately and played with each other's sweat-covered ass. And then they fell asleep in each other's arms like two innocent babes who were totally worn out from too much physical exertion.
In her sleep, Joy's hand was drawn to Larry's limp penis. Larry's head moved downward until it was resting on Joy's pillowy jugs.
An hour passed, then two, then three. A little before seven o'clock, Joy's eyes opened. She smiled and began to stroke Larry's cock. It grew firm and rigid in her hand.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Larry asked sleepily; not remembering where he was. He was pleasantly surprised when he opened his eyes and saw Joy's magnificent body nude before him.
"I'm hungry!" Joy said as she popped Larry's dick into her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" he said. "Keep doing that until I come, then we'll shower together and I'll take you for the best Chinese dinner you ever had."
The idea appealed to Joy. She greedily sucked on Larry's cock, and with her hands she teased his balls and anus. Larry was in heaven. He watched as the beautiful woman serviced him. Not wanting to be selfish and soak up all the pleasure by himself, Larry twisted his body until he was in the sixty-nine position with the lustful librarian.
"Now for the appetizer!" he said as his tongue lashed out and tasted Joy's silky blonde pubic hair.
Joy gasped loudly when Larry licked her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. Her little love nub grew in size until it resembled a miniature penis.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" Joy pleaded when Larry moved his tongue away for a moment.
"I won't, baby," he replied, once again teasing her clit with his splendid clapper.
After a few minutes Joy bucked her hips like a wild woman. She swallowed Larry's entire long shaft and gave him the best blow job he had ever had. Just as Joy experienced her third climax, Larry ejaculated into his lover's throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Larry sighed.
"That was beautiful!" Joy said seconds after she removed her mouth from Larry's semen-spewing schlong.
They lay together for a few minutes. "Let's shower now!" Larry said, slapping Joy's tender ass and getting to his feet. He extended his arm, Joy grabbed onto it, and he pulled her to her feet. With their hands on each other's crotch and ass, they retreated to the bathroom, where they got under the water and cleansed their bodies.
While they were drying themselves with fluffy blue towels, a slight case of depression overcame both of them, but neither of them breathed a word of their sad feelings to the other. They both smiled warmly at each other.
I'm tired of one-night stands! Joy wanted to say.
I like to fuck around, but something's missing in my life! Larry thought.
While Larry powdered Joy's silky smooth back, he wondered what it would be like to have kids. He quickly tossed aside the thought, though, and said, "After we eat, how's about we take a nice romantic stroll along the beach?"
Joy smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Only if you fuck me in the water!"
"That can be arranged!"
"Then you've got yourself a deal!"
CHAPTER TWO
The following day was no picnic for Joy. The library looked like a zoo. A myraid of unruly children-monsters knocked over books, tossed paper airplanes, and roared out their dissatisfaction about being confined in a library instead of being outdoors at a park or in a swimming pool.
Joy sat down at her desk in the children's section. She closed her eyes and thought about Larry's huge cock sliding in and out of her throbbing cunt. It felt so good when she was being fucked, especially by a stud who knew what he was doing.
When Joy finally opened her big blue peepers, she saw Christy Swift bending over to shelve some books. Christy's skirt was short, so Joy could see her tiny black silk panties. Joy licked her lips and wondered what Christy's cunt and asshole would taste like. Christy was an extremely sensual woman.
She was twenty-three years old, stood five-foot-four, weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, had sparkling green eyes and gigantic tits. Her long blonde hair hung down past her curvaceous ass.
Christy knew that Joy was watching her. That's why she continued to bend over and show off her goods. Both of the girls craved to fondle, kiss, and caress each other, but they were both afraid to make the first move.
After another five minutes passed, Christy wiggled off towards the back room to mend some books. Joy tried to get all the lewd lesbian thoughts out of her head. It was hard. Visions of tits and twats kept flashing in her mind.
"Do you have the book Curious George?" a cute little boy with bangs asked, bringing Joy back to reality.
The blonde librarian smiled. "Sure." She patted the lad on the head and got to her feet. She took him by the hand and led him towards the picture book section.
"Here it is!" she said, handing the happy boy the book.
"Thanks!" he said as he grabbed the book and ran off.
Joy stared after him and realized that she would never be a kid again. Life was moving too fast for her. God, I'm twenty-seven and still not married. At this rate I'm going to be a fucking old maid.
Before she had time to further depress herself, she felt a hand sliding up and down her ass. Alarmed, she turned around. Marshall Hastings, the head librarian, was grinning from ear to ear. When he was positive that none of the kids were looking, he grabbed Joy's right tit and squeezed it.
"Come into my office, dear," he said slyly. "I have a few things to talk over with you!"
Joy stared at the middle-aged man. She knew that if she wasn't nice to him, she could be out of a job. Marshall had power. He could blackball a librarian and see to it that she'd never work in a library again. But he was extremely fond of Joy so she didn't have to worry about that.
Marshall was only two inches taller than Joy, yet he outweighed her by seventy pounds. His bald head didn't add to his appearance, either.
Once they were both standing in his office, Marshall locked the door and sidled up close to Joy. He was wearing a cologne that excited the big-titted librarian.
"What's that you're wearing?" Joy asked. "Brut."
"Isn't that the stuff Joe Namath sells?"
"Yeah! Don't I remind you a lot of him?" Marshall said, jokingly.
Joy laughed. "You both are pretty sexy numbers!"
Marshall's face glowed. He hugged Joy, squashing her tits against his chest. His hands slid down and caressed her tender ass cheeks. Joy figured what the hell and began playing with Marshall's flabby buns. This really turned the old boy on. His penis began to rise and bulge lewdly against his wool slacks. He took Joy's left hand and guided it towards his swollen hunk of meat.
"Mmmmm! You're nice and hard!" Joy said, starting to get turned on.
"Because of you, my dear. You know you're my favorite girl!"
Joy was flattered. She always liked it when a man gave her a compliment. "That's nice to know, tiger!"
Marshall was ecstatic because he knew that he'd be fucking a tight pussy in a few minutes.
Joy suddenly wondered what Marshall looked like as a young boy. She thought about what he would look like with a full head of hair. Then she closed her eyes while Marshall unzipped her print dress and removed it. He quickly pulled down her panties and tore off her bra. All she had left on were her black nylons and black high-heeled pumps.
The fine-assed librarian started to remove her shoes. "No! Leave them on!" Marshall said emphatically. "They turn me on!"
Joy smiled. Her hands moved to Marshall's belt. She opened it and then unzipped his pants. She pulled them down. Marshall helped take off his shoes and socks so Joy could easily remove his slacks.
"I love your tits!" the heavy-breathing man panted as he stroked her juicy jugs.
While her boobs were being kneaded and massaged, Joy removed Marshall's tie and shirt. All that covered him now was a pair of boxer shorts. Seconds later Joy removed them. Marshall's cock pointed up towards the sky. It was huge and swollen. Thick blue veins filled with pulsating blood were visible.
Marshall reached down and gently masturbated his cock. Joy smiled and watched him. Even though Marshall wasn't another Robert Redford, he was still a damn good fucker.
"Suck my cock!" he ordered.
The obedient librarian knelt down in front of her boss and licked his steaming fleshpole. She loved the taste of the tart pre-coital fluid which dripped out of the tiny aperture in Marshall's glistening cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the fat man moaned as he bucked his hips and grabbed hold of Joy's head. "You do that so nice!"
"Play with my tits!" Joy said moments before she engulfed her boss's cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God!" Marshall moaned. He was in heaven. A beautiful young woman was sucking his dick. He felt like a young man again. His wrinkles and flab didn't exist. He was a stud again. A super-fucker!
Marshall's fat hands played with Joy's tits. He gently pulled on several of the blonde curly hairs that grew around her nipples. He watched as the areolas grew darker as blood rushed to the excited woman's massive mounds.
Beads of sweet formed on Marshall's brow. He closed his eyes and bucked his hips. "Suck me off every day and you'll have a good job forever!" he mumbled. Joy didn't hear him. She was too busy slurping and sucking his hunk of male meat.
The two lust-hungry librarians slowly worked their way towards the brown leather couch. Marshall plopped his bare ass down on the soft sofa. Joy's mouth never left his spear of lust. She gently rubbed his furry balls and once in a while let her right middle finger invade Marshall's puckered asshole. Whenever she did, the old boy would clamp down on her tits and send shivers of excitement throughout her taut body.
While Joy sucked Marshall's lust-lollipop, she thought about her childhood. Once, when she was nine or ten, she was sucking on a huge multicolored lollipop. It tasted so good, she wanted to share it with her older sister, Diane. She walked to Diane's room. The door was closed. She quietly opened it.
Diane was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. Young John Stuart was sucking her vagina. Joy dropped her lollipop and stared at the spectacle in front of her. She didn't know what to do. At first she thought John was hurting her sister, but then she could see that Diane was enjoying herself.
The two lovers didn't spot Joy. They got into the sixty-nine position and Diane sucked John's lollipop until he started to moan loudly and rapidly slide his head back and forth against Diane's crotch.
Joy stood with her mouth open, not believing what she was seeing. It shocked her when Diane lifted her head from John's cock and all the white gooey stuff began shooting from the young man's penis. What was it? She didn't know at that time. It looked like cream.
When Diane started to slurp up the white spunk, Joy cried out. Diane and John were startled; they looked up and saw Joy. Diane tried to cover her naked body; John ran for his clothes.
After that incident, Joy and Diane were distant. Sex had come between them. Diane tried to explain to Joy what she and John were doing, but little Joy wouldn't listen. She thought her sister was evil and bad.
Marshall slid his hands tip and down Joy's body. When his left middle finger lodged itself up her juicy twat, Joy was brought back to reality. And when his right middle finger wormed its way up her tight musky-smelling bunghole, Joy sobbed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Joy kicked off her shoes and Marshall pulled down her nylons. Now they were both completely naked. They stared at each other's body for a few moments; then Joy lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide apart. Marshall guided his quivering penis shaft into Joy's snatch.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered.
"It feeeels sooooo goooood!" Marshall exclaimed.
No longer were they boss and employee. They were equals now. Lovers. Their mouths met. Joy's tongue tasted Marshall's lips, his teeth, his gums, his palate, his saliva.
Marshall reciprocated the tongue assault, letting his red clapper lick Joy's upper lip, nose, cheeks, tongue, teeth, and neck. He was a wild man, thinking only of carnal lust. His flabby ass bounced up and down. Joy grabbed it and pinched the hairy flesh. Frequently, she dipped her thin fingers into his puckered asshole.
Joy met every one of Marshall's thrusts with a sharp pump of her own. She sighed every time his penis almost completely exited her snatch and gasped each time it loudly squished back into her again.
The bald librarian was now licking Joy's ears. His hands played with her tits and ass. His cock was assaulting her womanhood, letting her know that he was king, the master, the cocksman supreme, the stud who could bring her to tears, who could make her scream out in ecstasy.
Orgasm time was approaching. Marshall could feel the hot, bubbling jizm welling up in his hairy nuts, and Joy's body began to quiver and shake with delicious spasms.
"God, I'm commmiiinnng!" Marshall panted.
"Meeee, tooo!" Joy sobbed as she clawed at her lover's back until the blood began to flow.
Marshall didn't mind the pain. He kept drilling Joy's passion-well. His fat ass was pumping wildly. Spurt after spurt of his sticky semen juice splashed against Joy's twitching cunt walls. Both of their throbbing assholes were still being reamed by each other's fingers. It was a glorious experience for both of them, one that they would long remember and treasure.
So what if I don't love Marshall. Even though he's fat and unappealing, he still makes me feel so fucking good when he balls me! Joy thought as she hugged the sweating hulk of a man who was sprawled on top of her.
"Stay inside of me!" Joy said, still bucking her hips gently.
Marshall smiled. "OK, honey. Keep moving like that ... it feels nice."
Joy kissed the man on top of her, a long, wet kiss. When their lips parted, Joy said, "You fuck well!"
The heavy-set man replied, "You're not so bad yourself. You just gave me one of the best rides I've ever had!"
"I aim to please!"
"You sure do!"
Marshall's limp cock slipped out of Joy's snatch. He then rolled over so that he was lying next to Joy. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly and closed their eyes. If they weren't at work they would have gone to sleep. But business was business. A few minutes passed and Marshall got to his feet. He dressed and then knelt next to Joy's naked body. He kissed her feet, then her calves, knees, thighs, crotch, stomach, tits, neck, and face. Joy loved the way his tongue felt all over her body.
Maybe this guy isn't so bad after all, Joy thought. He sure knows how to fuck, I'll say that for him!
While Joy slipped into her clothes, Marshall stared at her tits, cunt, and ass. He worshipped her body and wasn't satisfied with one measly fuck a day. Then an idea struck him.
"I bet those kids are getting to you today! They seem wilder than ever!"
"Yeah!" Joy admitted, "they're really pumped up today!"
"Well, I have a splendid idea." He smiled and looked straight at Joy's crotch as he said, "Accompany me on a few errands. That will make the day go faster."
Joy smiled. "What kind of errands?"
Marshall walked over to Joy's side. He pinched her tits and jokingly said, "That's for me to know and for you to find out!"
Even though Marshall Hastings wasn't Joy's picture of Mr. Right, she was still looking forward to their day together. She knew he had big bucks socked away in the bank and he wasn't cheap. He would buy her whatever she wanted-within reason, of course-and he always strove to please her sexually. If only he were younger and handsome ... but Joy realized that you can't get everything you want in life.
Joy left Marshall's office, after they french-kissed for several minutes, and immediately bumped into Christy.
The lithe assistant librarian smiled. "Talkin' over business with the boss?"
Joy winked. "Yeah ... he had some big things to show me."
"About seven inches' worth!" Christy replied knowingly. Both girls laughed and walked towards Joy's desk. Christy stared at Joy's luscious behind and said, "Why don't we go out bar-hopping after work?"
"Sounds like an excellent idea to me!" Joy responded. "I know a new groovy place we can go where the hitting is excellent."
"A real stud hangout?"
"You bet your sweet tits!"
The girls looked into each other's eyes. They were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. They knew that before the night was over they would be more than mere friends.
"I have to go with Marshall now. But we'll be back in a few hours."
Christy felt a little jealous. There was a sarcastic tone to her voice when she said, "What do you have to do, finish up the business you started in his of office?"
"No! We just have to run a few errands!"
'Errands my ass! Christy wanted to shout. You're going to fuck and suck the old codger's ass off.' But instead of making a scene, Christy regained her composure. She had no right to be possessive of Joy. They weren't lovers-yet!
Marshall and Joy left the library together and headed for the chief librarian's shiny new red Buick. After Marshall held the door open for Joy and watched her get in, he slammed it shut and then ran around to his side of the car like a happy teenager. He unlocked the door, opened it, got into the car, shut the door, turned on the engine, and then faced Joy. "I'm hungry," he said, staring at her huge breasts.
Joy knew what he was hungry for. "Me, too!" she replied, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. "Let's go someplace cozy and eat!"
"I know a little place not far from here where they make great packaged sandwiches."
The big-titted librarian licked her lips and playfully tweaked the throbbing head of Marshall's rapidly growing cock. Marshall reciprocated by squeezing Joy's tits.
Marshall backed the car out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. Minutes later they were heading for Tarzana. A bright neon sign with the words "Dan's Place" on it was soon visible. It was a sleazy-looking motel and coffee shop.
"It's not exactly the Ritz," Marshall said, "but the beds are soft and the grub isn't too bad."
Joy unzipped Marshall's fly and pulled out his swollen hunk of lust-flesh. She rapidly stroked it back and forth, making the flabby man pant madly.
"Take it easy, baby!" he said, pushing her hand away. "I don't want to come now and spoil the party."
Joy smiled. She reached for the swollen cock again and jerked it back and forth. Marshall laughed and said, "OK, you asked for it." His hips began to buck rapidly up and down. He maneuvered his car into a parking spot and shut off the engine. To make himself more comfortable, Marshall unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
While Joy flogged Marshall's hot meat, the rotund man inched his fingers in and out of Joy's sopping-wet cunthole. The slimy sap from the gorgeous chick's joy box turned Marshall into a wild beast. He licked his fingers and savored the delightful, tangy taste of his sex partner's jizm juice.
"You're going to come all over your new upholstery!" Joy said. "White cream will look nifty on the black leather interior."
"Fuck that shit!" Marshall said in a macho voice. "You're going to suck up my sap. Spill a drop and I'll tan your hide."
"Promise?" Joy said gleefully. "I want you to spank and pinch my buns like the first time we made love."
"Ah, you still remember that, my little cherry blossom?"
"I sure do. You fucked my ass off that night. I came seven times."
"You beat me by four ... but I sure as hell didn't mind. It was fantastic fucking in the park."
"It sure was," Joy said, lowering her head so that she could take Marshall's pulsating pecker into her mouth.
"Ohhh, God!" Marshall moaned when her warm lips engulfed his throbbing member.
The fat man went crazy. His hips rocked back and forth. His balls were ready to erupt. The come gushed forward. Through his shaft. Out the cockhead. Into Joy's mouth. Gush after spurting gush of his white creamy spunk invaded Joy's orifice. There was so much jizm that it dripped out of the sides of her mouth.
Marshall looked down at the head in his lap and he sighed. He was so happy to be alive, happy to have a comely chick servicing him. His hands sought out her heaving tits. He pinched them roughly. Joy whimpered loudly like a bitch in heat. She was ready for the royal insertion. But she would have to wait a while. Marshall didn't want to fuck her in the car and, besides, he would have to wait a while before he was aroused again. But it wouldn't take too bloody long. Not with a girl like Joy feeling up his cock and goosing his rectum. No, he would be ready to screw in a very short time.
Joy sat up straight and Marshall pulled up his shorts and pants. While he was zipping up his fly he said, "Let's get something to eat and then we'll fuck like rabbits."
"Groovy!" Joy replied.
Hand-in-hand they walked to the restaurant. Marshall was proud to be with Joy. He watched the people that passed them in the street. They all looked at Joy-men and women a-like. She was such a delectable piece of ass. Her tits, her ass, her cunt, her legs-they were all works of art. Beautiful. Sexy. Exciting.
They sat down in the restaurant. A big fat waitress with a hairy mole on her cheek approached them. Her nametag said Martha. Her apron was filthy. Her hair wasn't combed. She didn't do much for the appetite.
"What'll you have?" she asked.
Joy answered first. "A dinner salad with Italian dressing."
The waitress shook her head. "We don't have Italian."
"Then give me French."
"No French!"
"Thousand."
"No Thousand."
Marshall was getting annoyed. "Madam, what the hell kinds of dressings do you have?"
"Blue cheese."
Joy made a face. "I hate blue cheese."
"That's all we got."
"Then give me a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich."
"No tomatoes!"
Marshall was mad. "OK, OK, just give us two bacon and lettuce sandwiches on white."
"No white."
"Then we'll have it on wheat!" Joy shouted.
The waitress gave them both dirty looks and sashayed towards the chef. Joy and Marshall laughed. They reached for each other's crotch and teased each other. Joy could feel the older man's pecker coming to life again.
"Hot to trot, eh?" she asked.
"You bet I am. By the time we finish with our sumptuous feast, I'll be as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar."
"I can hardly wait!"
The bacon and lettuce sandwiches arrived a few minutes later. The lettuce was soggy and the bacon was burnt, but the two lovers didn't give a damn. Their taste buds were dying to taste each other, not some crummy overcooked sandwich.
Marshall paid the bill and told the waitress to buy a new personality with the money she made in tips. Joy giggled and rubbed her boss's ass. This made Marshall's cock bulge lewdly.
They checked into a room and as soon as the door was shut behind them, they stripped each other naked. Joy sprawled out spread-eagled on the bed and watched intently as Marshall positioned his head between her thighs and licked her distended clit. It felt so good to have his soft, smooth tongue laving her precious love nub.
With each flick of his red rag, Joy's clitoris grew larger and larger. "Ohhhhh, that feels so good!" she moaned as she grabbed her lover's head and moved it from side to side. "You really know how to make a woman feel good."
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Marshall mumbled. He was in the Twilight Zone of lust. Joy's womanly scent was driving him up the friggin' wall. His cock was as hard as steel. His balls were tingling. His asshole was quivering.
Marshall licked Joy's outer cunt lips, then the inner lips. Finally, his tongue entered her drenched twat. The sex juices flowed freely, covering Marshall's chin and cheeks. He was going wild with desire. He pushed his lover's hips up so that he could lick the delicate crack between her beautiful buns. Her fragant bunghole intrigued him, causing him to lick it for more than five minutes.
"Shove your finger up my asshole, please!" Joy begged.
Marshall smiled lewdly. "I'll do better than that!" he said, turning Joy onto her stomach and spreading her buns far apart. Next he spit on her asshole, making it nice and slippery. "I'm going to ream your asshole with my big cock!"
Joy closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She loved getting fucked up the ass ... and she was anxious to experience anal intercourse once more.
"Be gentle!" she implored.
"Don't worry, baby. We're both going to love this!"
As his seven-inch cock wormed its way up her old dirt road, Joy knew that she was in for one of the most pleasurable fucks of her life. Her sphincter muscle tried to dislodge the intruding prick at first, but gradually her asshole muscle relaxed and Marshall was able to slide his titanic tool all the way in to the hilt.
"How do you feel, baby?" he asked.
"Soooo goooood!"
That was all he wanted to hear. Once he knew she was digging it, he let loose the floodgates of his passion. With staccato strokes he pumped his member in and out of the tight rear chamber. Joy's anal walls grabbed onto his meat and caused him to experience orgasmic pleasure.
Faster and faster he pumped until his movements were a blur. With his hands he played with Joy's tits and clit. The girl swayed beneath him, trying to add to her man's pleasure.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!" Joy panted after a few minutes of heavy-duty ass fucking.
"Me, too!" Marshall gasped, just as the come spurted from his fat cock into the dark depths of Joy's bowels.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Joy moaned as the convulsive waves of orgasm shook her entire body.
After both their orgasms subsided, Joy and Marshal drifted off to sleep, with his precious cock still lodged up her twitching asshole.
CHAPTER THREE
Joy and Marshall returned to the library a little before nine o'clock; they both looked rested and vibrant. Christy gave them both dirty looks when they made their grand entrance.
"Hiya, Christy," Joy said. "Have you been holding down the fort all right?"
"Yeah!" Christy mumbled.
Marshall didn't say a word to anyone. He silently made his way to his office and barricaded himself in so he could pour himself a drink and think about the super fucking he'd just given Joy.
"I'm glad it's almost closing time. I'm ready to paint the town red!" Joy said happily.
Christy frowned. "You mean you still want to go out tonight?"
"Sure, hon! We made plans, didn't we?"
A big smile began to cover Christy's pretty face. "Yeah, we did!"
Christy walked off towards the back room, where she had to finish up some paperwork. Joy went to her desk and helped a nervous mother, whose five noisy kids were driving her up the wall.
"I need a book on Egyptology for Melvin. He's my eldest. The one with the red shirt on," the mother said.
Joy smiled. "I think we have several books on the shelf. Let's take a look."
The woman and her unruly five followed Joy to the proper bookshelf. Moments later Melvin was rapidly turning through a thick book.
"This is good, Mom," he said, just before he dropped the heavy tome on his mother's exposed big toe. The woman jumped up and down and the five kids laughed hysterically. Joy couldn't conceal a smile. The woman got mad and stormed out of the library. The kids stuck their tongues out at Joy and ran after their mother.
Little assholes! Joy wanted to shout out after them, but she restrained herself and returned to her desk. It was nine. The messenger clerks locked the doors after having escorted all the patrons out of the library. Freedom at last, Joy thought.
Joy went into the back room and approached Christy. "Do you have to go home and change, or do you want to head straight for the disco?"
"I have some extra clothes in my locker," Christy answered.
"Swell. I do, too. We can change here and then go out and boogie!"
The two girls went into the small lounge room and opened their lockers. Christy withdrew a black silk dress, black panties, black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Joy pulled out a short white skirt, a blue blouse with a plunging neckline, a pair of blue nylons, and blue pumps.
While they undressed, they checked out each other's body; they both liked what they saw. Bawdy, lascivious thoughts raced through Christy's mind. She just had to press Joy's body against her own, so she said, "Hey, I've been working on a new dance step. Can I try it out with you?"
Joy laughed. "Well, I never danced in the nude before ... but what the hell!"
Christy continued. "It's a disco swing step." She grabbed her friend's hands. "First I turn you like this. Then I twist around and bring you up close to me." Their tits rubbed together when Christy completed her movement. Nipple to nipple they stood for a moment. Their arms were wrapped around each other. They gazed into each other's eyes. Slowly their mouths were drawn to each other. They kissed. A series of long, wet, passionate kisses.
Joy's hands trailed up and down her co-worker's back. Once in a while she touched Christy's shapely ass, sending quivers and chills up and down both of their spines.
"God, I've wanted to do this for such a long time," Christy said, breaking the kiss. "Me, too, babe!"
They kissed again and then let their tongues explore each other's body. Every hill, valley, and crevice of their anatomy was explored and appreciated.
"We're going to have a really wonderful time tonight, Christy."
"Yes, we sure are."
Joy sank her right middle finger up Christy's steaming hot box. Christy wiggled her hips and bent her head down so that she could suck on Joy's juicy jugs. They would have continued this for a long time, but they heard footsteps approaching them.
"Come on, girls! I have to lock up," Marshall called out.
"OK, we'll be out in a minute," Joy yelled back. Christy frowned. "Shit, just when we were having some fun."
Joy stroked her friend's long blonde hair. "Don't worry, honey, before the night's over, we'll really get to know each other." Joy pulled her finger out of Christy's sopping-wet snatch and popped it into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm! you taste as good as you smell!"
The girls pecked each other on the lips and then dressed rapidly. Three minutes later they were standing in front of Marshall. He gave them the wolf whistle. "Boy, oh, boy. You both look sensational. I'd like to get locked in an elevator with the two of you!"
"That sounds like fun," Joy said, "but you should have told us earlier; we already made other plans."
"Well, have a good time whatever you do!" Marshall said, staring at Joy's cleavage.
"You, too, boss!" Christy said defiantly, staring at the lewd bulge in Marshall's pants.
Christy and Joy left the library. Marshall watched their shapely asses wiggle away from him. "Man, I'd love to fuck them one after the other." he mumbled as he locked the door and tried to decide which massage parlor he'd visit that night to alleviate the discomfort in his balls.
Joy drove with only one hand, because she needed the other one to tease and play with Christy's tits and twat.
"That feels so good," Christy said.
"I'm glad you like it. Why don't you warm your hands in my bush for a while?"
Christy didn't need a second invitation. Immediately, she moved her hands towards Joy's quim. Soon she could feel her friend's silky pubic hairs, her clit, her cunt lips, and her wet sex. Joy's breathing grew heavier. She loved what Christy was doing to her.
Joy turned towards her friend. "How come we never did this before?"
"I don't know. I've wanted to for the longest time."
"Can I ask you kind of a personal question?"
Christy smiled. "Well, since we're feeling up each other's box, I guess it would be all right!"
"Umm, I'm not exactly sure how to ask you this."
"Just spit it out!" Christy said, sinking her fingers deeper into Joy's honey pot.
"I-I just wanted to know how many lesbian experiences you've had. I-I'm kind of new at this."
Christy was sympathetic. She leaned over and kissed Joy on the cheek. "Hey, honey, relax. I've been going with boys and girls for about seven years. I'll be gentle with you!"
Joy felt relieved. She knew that she was in good hands. Christy would teach her the proper ways to make love to another woman. She had nothing to worry about. Joy knew that she was in for one of the most exciting nights of her life.
After a pleasurable twenty-minute drive, which included a lot of fingerfucking and tit grabbing, Joy drove into the huge parking lot next to Cisco's Disco, the hottest club in Los Angeles.
"Looks like a nice place," Christy said.
Joy parked the car. "Take your fingers out of my pussy and we'll check it out!"
Christy withdrew her soaked fingers and put them in her mouth. "Tastes good ... like come juice should," she laughed.
"Mmmmmmm!" Joy purred, "you sure have a way with words ... and cunts!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet! Wait till later!"
The two girls got out of the car and sashayed towards the front door of the club. A huge, hirsute bouncer checked their ID's and their bods. He said, "Have a good time," and let them in for free.
Joy whispered into Christy's ear, "Fuck liberation. I love it when men do things for me."
Christy gently rubbed her friend's ass. "You like it when girls do things for you, too!"
Joy smiled. "You're right!"
Even though it was just a little past ten, the disco was already jumping. Disco Dan was out in the middle of the dance floor giving some free Latin Hustle lessons. About forty aspiring Ginger Rogerses and Fred Astaires were shaking up a storm-some of them even looked as if they were dancing.
"Shall we join in the festivities or do you want to sit this one out?" Joy asked.
Christy looked towards a dark, deserted corner. Evil thoughts of lust raced through her pretty head.
"Let's go over there for a while and make each other come."
"What?" Joy said, shaking her head.
Both girls giggled. "I want to get you hot before you get on the floor!" Christy said.
"You did that in the car!"
"But you didn't orgasm!"
"That's true." Joy took hold of Christy's hand and they headed for the empty corner booth.
As soon as they sat down their hands sought out each other's crotch. Both girls were drenched down below. They played clit tag and cunt lip bang. The loud music drowned out their sighs and moans.
Joy's body began to tremble and shake first. Her orgasmic juices flowed all over Christy's hand and arm. Moments later Christy could feel the electric waves of orgasm rippling throughout her entire body. She rammed her hand deeper into Joy's twat, making the stacked librarian come for the second time.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Joy whimpered.
"Yesssss, oh, yesssss!" Christy sobbed.
Just as Donna Summer finished singing, "Last Dance," Joy and Christy withdrew their hands from each other's quim and licked off the splendid-tasting love sauce. Their lips glistened with the slippery slime. The girls closed their eyes and grooved on the fast-paced sounds of "Macho Man." They were both in heaven, enjoying themselves more than they had in months.
A good-looking Latin stud with his hair slicked back a la John Travolta cleared his throat. Joy and Christy opened their eyes. "Do you hustle?" he asked.
"Just when we need some extra cash!" Christy joked.
The Latin man smiled and said to Joy, "Come on and dance with me."
Joy looked at Christy. Christy smiled and said, "Go out there and shake your booty!"
"By the way, I'm Rico," the man said.
"I'm Joy and this is my friend Christy," Joy said as she stood up and took Rico's hand. They walked to the dance floor and found some room. Disco Dan was all finished teaching for the night, so most of the couples on the floor were experienced dancers. Rico was better than all of them, though; he twirled and turned Joy every which-way. She kept up with his every move.
"You're a good dancer," he shouted above the music.
"Thanks," she replied. "You're fantastic."
He smiled. Joy looked him over from head to toe. She liked his skintight pants. She could see a huge bulge in his crotch area. While she was doing a turn, she purposely reached down and felt up his privates. He was as hard as a rock.
Rico turned her in and held her close. "You like touch dancing, don't you?"
Joy smiled and then felt Rico's hand exploring her tender ass. His hands seemed to melt through the soft silk of her white skirt. She felt like ripping off his clothes and going down on him right in the middle of the dance floor. The disco music made her feel high. Energy surrounded her. Pulsating music. Erotic emotions. Lust. Carnal forces which made her reach down and pet Rico's prize prick.
"Let's go outside for a few minutes," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her through the throng of disco music fanatics. Minutes later they were in the back seat of his car, writhing, twisting, groping, sucking, fucking.
Rico's cock was huge. Joy handled it like it was a priceless heirloom. She stroked his balls, tweaked his glans, massaged his shaft.
And then Rico mounted her. His huge cock slipped into her twat with one mighty thrust. The pulsating cocktip beat against Joy's spongy womb. The pain was exquisite.
"Stick your finger up my asshole!" Joy pleaded as she bucked her hips madly and tore at her newfound lover's back.
"Sure, honey!" he said, sliding his right middle finger up Joy's back passage. Rico loved the hot, buttery feeling Joy's asshole gave his digit. If he had time he would have loved reaming Joy's bunghole with his sensitive cock, but he didn't have all night, so he continued to pump her twat with his hot meat. In and out, back and forth, from side to side he screwed her. Slow. Then fast. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Joy was squirming in ecstasy. She felt so fucking good; she never wanted the balling session to end. It was one of the most glorious moments of her entire life.
"Are you going to come soon?" Rico panted into Joy's ear.
"Yesss, yessss, darling!" she cried.
Rico increased the tempo of his fucking. Harder. Deeper. Faster. And then his work paid off. Joy screamed and then her entire body shook. She was comine. Violently. Passionately. Wonderfully.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she sobbed. "It feeeels sooooo goooood!"
The finger up her asshole moved in and out at a rapid pace. The cock in her cunt was moving like a piston. The tongue in her ear was driving her up the wall.
Suddenly a huge gush of Rico's creamy sperm shot into Joy's womb. The lust-crazed girl could feel the warm spunk invading her precious chamber. She reached down and squeezed her man's balls, trying to make his orgasm even better, wanting to make this a fuck that he would remember for the rest of his life.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Rico moaned as he pinched her ass and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues danced together. Their saliva mixed. Their hearts were beating so fast that they thought they'd pop out of their chest cavities.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Joy groaned as she began to orgasm again. Her hips were pounding up and down. Rico slammed hard into her, wanting her to enjoy every moment of the sexual union.
"Come on, baby, come again and again," Rico cried out.
"I am ... I am!" Joy sobbed.
Gradually, they both ceased their body movements. They hugged each other tightly and closed their eyes. Rico thought about Joy's tits, cunt, and asshole; Joy wondered what her friend was doing inside the disco.
Christy liked the athletic blond man sitting next to her. She didn't even mind it when he put his hand up her dress and started feeling up her private goodies.
"You're a little forward, aren't you?" she said. Jim smiled. "Life's too short to play games. You like me and I like you ... so why should we bullshit around."
"You're right!" Christy said, unzipping the big dude's fly and yanking out his penis. She knelt over and sucked it, making the stud groan.
"Hey, you must adhere to my philosophy!"
"Fuck philosophy. I just like big cocks!"
The stud was surprised, but he was digging the action. He fingerfucked Christy's cunt and watched intently as she licked, sucked, and laved his long schlong.
Just as the big guy was coming in Christy's mouth, Joy walked up. "How you two doing?" she asked. She sat down next to the lewd couple and watched Christy suck up the man's semen. Christy was a little embarrassed, so she pulled her mouth away from the man's cock and semen dribbled down her face. She started to wipe it with a cocktail napkin.
Joy stopped her and said, "Let me help you with that!" The blond stud and Christy were amazed when Joy began licking the semen from Christy's face. The man immediately reached over for Joy's jugs. He squeezed them hard until Joy was through cleaning the come from Christy's face.
Joy looked up and noticed that quite a few people were watching their erotic antics. "We'd better cool it!" she said. The stud tucked his cock back into his pants and left. Joy and Christy finished their drinks and talked about their plans for the rest of the evening.
"Let's go to my place now," Christy said. "I'll make you come all night."
"That'll be great. Oh, I hope you don't mind, I still have some of Rico's semen in my cunt."
Christy licked her lips. "Mind! ... Hell, no, I don't care. In fact, it'll be nice to have some mancream to lick up."
The two girls kissed each other on the lips and then got to their feet. They left Cisco's Disco hand-in-hand and leisurely strolled to Joy's car. Before they got inside, they french-kissed for a while. When their groins were twitching, they hopped into the car.
Joy drove as fast as she could because she could hardly wait to get into bed with Christy. Christy was impatient, too. That's why she played with her girlfriend's tits and cunt the entire drive home. By the time they got to Christy's pad, both of the girls were ready for some torrid lesbo action.
Christy's place was large and tastefully furnished. As soon as they were inside, Christy walked to the bar and said, "What'll you have?"
"Bourbon and seven is fine."
"Coming right up."
Christy mixed two strong drinks with lightning speed. She then went to the refrigerator and got some ice. When the drinks were cold, Christy handed Joy a glass. They made a toast. "To a close relationship!" Christy said.
"A very close one," Joy added.
They clicked glasses and then sipped their drinks. Christy smiled. "How about some soft, romantic music?"
"Fine."
Christy walked to the stereo and turned it on. Joy closed her eyes and listened to the soft strings and mellow percussion. "Ah, that's nice!"
"Are you warm?" Christy asked. "I can turn on the air conditioner."
"No need for that," Joy said, starting to remove her clothes. Moments later she was buck-naked and lying on the floor. Christy stripped herself and then lay down on top of her friend. Their mouths met and they exchanged wet, sloppy kisses.
Both of the girls were slightly tipsy, but they weren't drunk; they knew precisely what they were doing. Every feel, every caress, every touch was planned. They both knew what they wanted.
After their lips were sore from kissing, Christy twisted her body around until her face was inches away from Joy's glistening bush. Christy's tongue began to trail over the soft, downy pubic hair of her friend. Shortly after, Joy began to moan her approval. Christy knew the time was right. She flicked her tongue out and toyed with Joy's sensitive clit. "Jesus, that feels so damn good!" Joy groaned. "Yes, yes, I know!" Christy responded. Wanting to give her friend pleasure, Joy began licking her sex partner's vulva. Christy began to undulate her hips, telling Joy that she was ready for more daring tongue action. Joy complied. Her tongue laved Christy's clit for several minutes and then boldly journeyed into the bisexual woman's honey-filled cunt.
Accompanying the soft music on the stereo were the sensual slurp-slurp sounds that were made each time Joy and Christy sucked and licked each other's joy box.
While they were eating each other out, the girls toyed with each other's tits and ass with their hands. Their assholes tingled. Their cunts were on fire.
Suddenly, Christy broke away from Joy. "Wwhat's wrong?" Joy asked.
"Nothing, darling!" Christy said as she ran towards a small desk. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a huge, life-like dildo. Expertly she strapped it on and then returned to her lover. Armed with her artificial penis, Christy mounted Joy.
"God!" Joy gasped, feeling the rubber phallus plunge into the deepest depths of her twat. "That's some cock you got there!"
Christy licked Joy's face and then said, "I thought you'd like it."
Just like a man with a bona fide prick, Christy fucked her sensuous lover. Joy went wild as the monstrous dildo pounded in and out of her.
The lascivious lesbian fucking session went on for fifteen long minutes. Joy came three times, each orgasm getting stronger and stronger.
After Joy was too weak to move, Christy withdrew the dildo from her co-worker's quim and proceeded to sit on the willing girl's face. Joy flicked her tongue out and teased Christy's asshole and cunt. Christy slid back and forth so that her entire crotch and ass was stimulated by Joy's experienced tongue.
"Yes, mmmmmmmm, that's sooo goood!" Christy panted. "Shove your tongue up my asshole ... Now stick it in my cunt. That's sooo nice."
Joy loved what she was doing, yet she felt that something was missing. She knew what it was ... a family. Yeah, it was hitting her again. She didn't want to be a wrinkled old maid with no one to call her own. She wanted a house, a husband, a few kids, a dog. But those things would have to wait. The girl sitting on her face was starting to come.
Joy could feel the lubricating fluids dripping all over her face and neck.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Christy screamed as a convulsive orgasm thundered throughout her entire body.
Joy licked faster and faster, driving the woman on top of her wild with animal lust.
CHAPTER FOUR
Larry Fields detested Thursday evenings more than any other night of the week, for that was the evening when the Grand Hills Lounge attracted the most unruly, obnoxious patrons. The reason why was a mystery to Larry. AH he knew was that there was sure to be arguments, fistfights, and assorted other rowdy occurrences taking place on the fifth night of every week.
As soon as Larry entered the bar there was trouble. A tall, fat woman poured her strawberry daiquiri on top of her bald companion's shiny head. A skinny queer tried to pick up an off-duty cop and got his two front teeth knocked out. And a big-titted wench with cleavage the size of the Grand Canyon was arrested by vice for blowing a timid insurance salesman in the dark corner booth.
Fuck, Larry said to himself mentally, I can't work tonight. I gotta get out of here and get my shit together. If I stay around here I'll probably kick somebody's ass and get tossed in the slammer. Yeah, I'll tell Joe that I'm sick and that I have to have the night off. If I don't, we'll all be sorry!
So even before Larry slipped his white apron on he walked up to his boss, Joe Santini, and said, T feel sick, Joe. Is it okay if I take the rest of the night off?"
"But tonight's the busiest night of the week!"
"I know, Joe, but if I stay around much longer I'm gonna heave up my guts."
Joe smiled. "Do it in a glass. We can sell it!" A short pause. "We'll call it the Vomit Bomb!"
Larry shook his head. "Come on, Joe, I really feel shitty tonight. Give me a break."
"Oh, all right. But make sure you go to bed. I want you well for the weekend shift."
"Thanks, Joe," Larry said as he turned and walked towards the exit. I'll go to bed all right. As soon as I pick up Joy, I'll take her back to my place and hop into the old sack with her. Then III suck her entire body and plant my big, fat cock deep into her tight, sweet-smelling cunt!
Larry took a deep breath as soon as he got outside. It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining brightly. No smog or haze polluted the atmosphere.
It was only a ten-minute drive from the bar to the library. Larry drove fast because it was a few minutes after nine; he wanted to make sure that he didn't miss Joy, for she usually left work at ten past.
Just moments before Christy locked the front doors, Larry zipped into the library. The shapely blonde gave him a toothy smile and said, "Hey, what's happening, Larry?"
"Hi, babe," he answered, "I came by to pick up Joy!"
"You're a little too late. She left with Marshall about thirty minutes ago."
Larry felt as if someone had kicked him in the stomach. He was a sad, dejected little boy. Someone had taken his toy from him. He didn't have a playmate now. The night was going to be a royal drag.
Christy read his face like a book. She knew that Larry had the hots for Joy, but she also knew that his cock wouldn't mind slipping into a substitute pussy.
She smiled. "Robin and I are going out for a drink; why don't you join us? We'll have a ball!"
Larry's cock answered for him. The limp penis twitched and began to grow larger, causing a large lump to form in his tight slacks. Christy stared at this miracle of nature, while Larry stared at the comely assistant librarian's tits and crotch.
"You've got yourself a deal, my friend," he said, imagining what it would be like to fuck Christy while he was eating out Robin's cunt and asshole!
Christy took Larry's hand and led him to the back room, where Robin was waiting. Larry stared at the slightly plump twenty-one-year-old with the brown eyes and brown hair. He didn't know much about her except for the few things Joy had told him.
Larry heard Joy saying, "Robin's our newest messenger clerk. She's studying business over at UCLA. She talks too much and never knows when to shut up ... but some of the men I know say she's fantastic in bed. They say she loves to go down on men and women!"
Robin stared at the bulge in Larry's pants. "Are you coming with us?" she asked.
Larry got her meaning. "I sure hope so!"
The three of them left the library. Larry's heart was beating rapidly. He could hardly wait to taste the bodies of the delicious duo he was with.
After Larry unlocked the passenger door of his 1974 white, RX-4 Mazda, Robin bent over and started to get into the back seat. Larry gasped when she did this, for her short skirt hiked up to her hips and her bare ass was exposed.
Christy giggled. She put her mouth next to Larry's ear and whispered, "Do you like Robin's underwear?" She then did something that almost made Larry cream his pants. With her right hand she caressed his ass and with her left hand she stroked his hard cock.
"This is going to be some evening!" Larry exclaimed.
"You bet your sweet ass!" Robin shouted from the back seat.
As soon as Christy was seated, Larry ran around to the driver's door. He unlocked it and got into the car. "Where to?" he asked moments before Christy slid her hand onto his lap.
"I'm hungry!" Robin said.
Christy smiled. "You're always hungry!" She gave Larry's cocktip a playful pinch. "That's why you're so chubby."
"My chubbiness didn't seem to bother you last night when you were sucking my tits and fucking me with that huge dildo of yours!"
Larry was shocked ... but turned on. Christy continued to play with his joy stick while she said, "It's true I enjoy licking and sucking you off, but you could still stand to lose a few pounds."
Robin lifted her dress up, exposing her twat, stomach, and tits. Larry could see what she was doing because he was looking into the rear-view mirror. Robin knew this. "What do you think of my body, Larry? Is it so unappealing?"
Larry turned around and stared at Robin's cunt. He reached his hand out and played with her furry bush. "You look out of sight to me!"
The chubby girl leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Larry's middle finger worked its way up her slimy slit. They both moaned. Christy unzipped Larry's pants and unbuckled his belt. Moments later she was fondling his twitching cock.
"Come on!" Robin pleaded, "let's go someplace where we can really get to know each other!"
"How about my place?" Larry asked. "I've got plenty of booze and we can call out for some pizza!"
"Terrific!" Christy said, slapping Larry's bone-hard cock back and forth.
"Out of sight!" Robin chimed in, fingering her own cunt and playing with her right nipple.
Larry started the engine and pulled away from the curb. He could feel the semen bubbling in his taut balls. If Christy continued to whack him off he was going to splatter jizm all over his dashboard but he didn't give a shinin' shit. A little mess wouldn't destroy his car. And then it happened. He opened up the floodgates to his river of passion and hot spurts of sticky white spunk shot out of the tiny aperture in his glistening cockhead.
Robin immediately leaned over and let some of the gooey spunk splatter against her right hand and arm. "Ohhh, that feels so nice and warm!" she said.
Christy continued to jack off Larry hard and fast. Splendid rippling spasms raced throughout his entire lust-filled body. He was experiencing one of the greatest climaxes of his entire life. His whole body was on fire. His breath was coming fast. His heart was beating rapidly.
"You're driving me crazy!" he said to Christy as she reached down with her left hand and cupped his hairy balls. And when Robin withdrew her right hand and began to lick up the sperm sap that coated her arm, Larry sighed loudly. He knew that he was in for one of the most thrilling nights of his life!
Fifteen minutes later Larry pulled into his parking spot. Christy was still playing with his dork and Robin was caressing his hair-head and pubic.
"Ta-daa ... we're here!" Larry said, shutting off the Mazda's rotary engine and sliding his hand up and down Christy's bare leg. "Mmmmmm, you feel nice and soft!"
Robin yanked on his cock. "How T)out my hair?" she said, grabbing his hand and putting it up against her vulva.
"Feels fine!" Larry exclaimed.
"I knew you'd approve!" Robin said.
Christy turned, kissed Robin hard on the mouth, felt up her friend's tits, and then said, "Okay, let's get this show on the road!"
The three of them straightened un their clothes and got out of the car. Larry stood between the two lust-crazy nymphs and grabbed their hands. "Follow me to my humble lair!" he said.
"I'd follow you anywhere, big boy!" Robin said.
"Ditto for me!" Christy chirped in.
Larry unlocked the door to apartment number 28 and the three of them entered. It was a nicely furnished one-bedroom pad with fairly decent furniture and plush red carpeting. Robin and Christy kicked off their shoes and circled around Larry. He eyed both of them playfully.
"I feel like I'm the covered wagon and you're the Indians!" he said.
"You're not gonna be covered for long!" Robin said, reaching for his belt buckle.
Christy immediately got the message and began to unbutton Larry's shirt. In less than two minutes, he was as naked. as a newborn babe. His cock bobbed up and down lewdly.
Robin got down on her hands and knees and sucked his balls and licked his penis shaft. Christy parked his ass cheeks and slowly pushed her right middle finger up his puckered eye of an asshole. Larry gently rotated his hips. He was in seventh heaven. His eyes closed as Robin's mouth engulfed his rigid rod and began sucking it.
Linda Lovelace was nothing compared to Robin. The plump messenger clerk took Larry's large cock all the way down her throat. The aspiring writer-actor was going crazy. Faster and faster Christy's finger plunged in and out of his tingling asshole. It felt so fucking good; he thought he was going to shoot his wad. But Robin was hip to this fact. She wanted to prolong Larry's joy, so she periodically stopped sucking his dork and firmly squeezed the tip of his dick.
"Jesus!" Larry moaned.
The girls giggled. They knew that they were driving Larry up the wall.
"Let me strip both of you!" Larry pleaded.
Robin was agreeable, but Christy said, "Not for a while. We'll stay dressed. We want to watch you prance around nude while we're still in our clothes."
"But-"
"No but's," Robin said. "Do as Christy says!"
Christy hugged Robin and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Their hands felt up each other's ass. Larry stroked his cock back and forth while he watched the two lovelies french-kiss.
Larry almost came, but he held back because he didn't want to waste any of his sperm sauce. He wanted to shoot every precious ounce of his jizm into one of Robin's or Christy's holes. After all, what pleasure could he get from splattering the fancy red carpeting with come? None! So he felt up the girls' bodies while they played with each other.
After Christy and Robin exchanged spit for a few minutes, the chubby girl pulled away from the blonde bombshell and reached for Larry's lengthy lance. Wonderful tingly sensations rippled throughout the bartender's body. "I'm hungry!" Robin said.
A lascivious grin crossed Larry's handsome face. "Eat me!" he said lewdly.
"Later!" Robin said, stroking his prick back and forth at a rapid rate. "Right now I want some pizza. Remember you said you'd order some!"
Christy walked behind Larry and knelt so that her face was inches away from his muscular buns. She licked his ass crack. "Yeah, and what about the booze you promised us?" she said between juicy slurps.
"Okay, okay," the naked, aroused Larry said to the two dressed nymphomaniacs. He started to walk towards the bar. Robin held onto his cock as he walked and Christy inserted her finger up his rectum again.
Even while he poured them all drinks, the two girls continued to sexually assault his willing body. He bucked his hips back and forth, driving Christy's finger farther up his twitching asshole.
"My God, you girls make it hard on a bartender!" Larry said, handing the girls their drinks.
Robin and Christy quit playing with Larry's body. They greedily gulped at the wine coolers he had given them. After Robin had drained her glass, she said, "Now call Pizza Man. I want mushrooms and pepperoni!"
"Is that satisfactory with you?" Larry asked Christy.
"Groovy!" she said, putting the glass down on the counter so that she could tease Larry's dribbling dick while he phoned Pizza Man.
Larry picked up the phone and dialed information. He got the number and dialed. Moments later he said, "Hello. I'd like to order a large pizza with mushrooms and pepperoni. And make sure there's a lot of cheese and sauce."
When he said the word sauce, Christy took his cock into her mouth and began sucking it for all she was worth. Larry gasped into the phone and breathed heavily as he gave the person on the other end of the line his address. He hung up the phone. "The pizza will be here in about twenty to thirty minutes. Would anyone care for another drink?"
Robin said, "I sure would!"
Christy nodded her head up and down. While she continued to suck his horny meat, she reached around and spread his buns apart. Robin got down on her hands and knees behind him and began licking his sensitive ass crack. His butt-hole tasted musky and tart. Robin liked her appetizer immensely.
Poor Larry was going crazy. He wanted to lay both of the girls immediately, yet in a way he was digging the fact that he was nude and they weren't. It was kind of like he was a stripper and they were the customers. He was being ogled by two hip chicks who wished to make him feel like a king. They sucked and laved his ass and cock. Their hands explored every inch of his excited body. He felt as if he were going to explode when there was a loud knock at the door. This sudden interruption made his cock droop slightly and his heart beat faster.
"Fuck," he mumbled, "it's probably some young, pimply-faced geek from the pizza place I called. God, I wish he could just slide the damned thing under the door."
Robin and Christy grabbed Larry's arms and started to pull him to the front door. He resisted. "Come on, Larry, you have to get the pizza!" Robin said.
"For God's sake," he said, "let me put a robe on or something!"
"Why? You look terrific nude!" Christy said, grabbing onto his big fat cock and pulling him closer to the door.
"But-but I have to get my wallet!"
"No problem!" Robin said, reaching into her dress pocket and yanking out a ten-dollar bill. She gave the money to Larry, while Christy opened the door.
Yoko Konahura glanced at Larry's dribbling cock and she almost dropped the large pizza she was holding. The lithe, young Japanese girl, whose long silky black hair hung down past her cute ass, was speechless.
Christy took the pizza from her. "Come on in!" she said, thinking about how the Asian girl would look naked.
Yoko started to leave. "Hey, you forgot your money!" Robin said.
Larry could feel himself blushing from head-to-toe, yet his cock began to rise rapidly again because Yoko was beautiful. Her large almond-shaped eyes again stared at Larry's cock. She started to walk towards Robin. She entered the apartment. Christy closed the door behind her.
Yoko looked into Larry's eyes. She smiled. "You owe me six dollar and fifty cents!" she said with a thick accent.
"H-here!" Larry stuttered as he handed her the ten.
Yoko took it. Her hand brushed against Larry's. Both of their bodies tingled. They stared into each other's eyes. Larry and Yoko knew that they'd be fucking and sucking each other soon.
"You having party?" Yoko asked.
Christy and Robin giggled. "We sure are!" Christy said.
"Why don't you stay and join us?" Robin asked.
The exotic Oriental girl looked at Larry's cock as she said, "I guess it's OK. This my last delivery for today!"
Larry walked to the bar. Three pairs of female eyes watched his ass as he moved. His body was on fire. Raging lust was driving him wild inside. He wanted to beat his chest like Tarzan and jump on the three cunts. They were all so fucking attractive, especially Yoko. She was a living doll!
Christy wanted Yoko to know what she was in for, so the big-titted blonde grabbed Robin, leaned her back, and planted a juicy kiss on her parted lips. Yoko didn't flinch or try to run out of the room; instead, she walked up to the kissing girls and started to feel up their bodies. Yoko wasn't a prude. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her pants. Larry stared with his mouth open. He dropped the glass he was holding when Yoko, naked as a jaybird, lifted up Christy's skirt and licked the blonde's lubricated cunt slit.
Larry forgot about the drink he was making; he ran over to the three horny women and touched all of them. His hands explored their thighs, asses, cunts, bellies, tits, armpits, bungholes.
Loud gasps and exclamations of sexual ecstasy escaped from all of their lips. They were no longer four people; they were united as one. Their only goal in life was to give each other pleasure. Larry helped Yoko strip Robin and Christy.
When they were all buck-naked, Larry led his trio of lust bunnies into his bedroom. The king-sized bed would accommodate all of them comfortably.
"Fuck me!" Robin said to Larry.
"Okay, honey!" he said, positioning his cocktip against the hairy slit in her vulva.
While they were doing this, Yoko and Christy got into the sixty-nine position. Yoko's tongue lashed out and licked Christy's salty outer lips. Slowly she let her tongue work its way to the nerve center of the buxom blonde's sexuality. Christy's clit tingled every time Yoko's tongue trailed over it.
"Ohhhhh, baby!" Christy wailed.
Just at that moment, Larry pushed his hips hard and rammed his long cock deep into the black Stygian depths of Robin's spasming cunt. Her hands tore at Larry's back and ass.
While Yoko sucked and licked Christy, she watched Robin and Larry fucking. The Oriental's hands reached out. Her left one felt up Christy's lovely tits; the right one teased the fucking couple's private parts.
The four of them humped rapidly and swayed from side to side as they rocked and rolled frantically all over the huge bed. Fingers explored cunts and assholes. Tongues licked legs, stomachs, armpits, feet, necks, and thighs. Every body part imaginable was stimulated. No kinky desire was left unexplored. Lust ran wild. A fantastic orgy took place.
As soon as Larry shot his exquisite wad of copious come into Robin's demanding cuzzy, Larry withdrew his dribbling sword and pushed it toward Yoko's face. The pretty Japanese girl stopped licking Christy's cunt and let her slender tongue explore the smooth texture of Larry's prick.
Robin leaned over and licked Christy's furry bush. Yoko used her right hand to massage Larry's balls and cock; her right foot teased Robin's cunt.
Larry's eyes were open wide. Usually when he made love he kept his eyes closed, but he didn't want to miss a thing. He wanted to watch the girls service him and one another.
Robin screamed, "I'm commmmiiiinnnnng!" Her entire body shook as the delightful spasms and contractions of orgasm overtook her.
Next it was Christy. "Oh, God!" she sobbed, feeling tingling electrical sensations rushing up and down her entire body.
Then it was Yoko's turn. Gobs of thick white cream erupted from her twat as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy exploded inside her. She twisted like a huge snake. Her three companions added to her beautiful sex moment by teasing her asshole, clit, and tits while she came.
Even though he had just come, Larry's cock began to swell to enormous proportions. He wanted to sink it into Yoko's twat ... and that's just what he did. The Oriental's velvety cunt walls engulfed his member and massaged it firmly. Yoko had perfect control over her twat. She could make it move any which-way she wanted it to. Larry never had it so good. While he fucked Yoko, Robin fingerfucked his quivering bunghole and the gorgeous Christy sat on his face. He could smell her sex. The odor was musky, the kind of scent that drove him up the wall.
Larry undulated his hips as fast as he could. He was giving Yoko the sweetest ride of her life. She bucked her hips madly, matching every one of Larry's thrusts with a powerful one of her own.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Larry moaned.
"God, your tongue feels so good up my asshole!" Christy said loudly.
"Your asshole's so warm and tight!" Robin exclaimed as she shoved still another finger up Larry's ass.
And then a wonderful miracle happened-the four uninhibited lust fiends experienced a simultaneous orgasm. Sweat dripped from their bodies like water from a leaking dyke. Their arms swayed wildly. Their hips bucked and rocked. Glorious spasms rippled throughout their bodies.
For several minutes after the ultimate fucking-sucking session ended, the four satiated lovers lay in one another's arms. Their perspiration, saliva, and come juices combined and soaked the expensive black silk sheets which covered Larry's bed.
Their eyes were all shut tight, but their minds were working at full-speed. They all knew that they had just experienced one of the most fantastic, titillating sexual encounters of their lives.
A few more minutes ticked away. Hands started moving again, groping, touching, caressing. Passions stirred once more. Larry's cock began to twitch. The girls' cunts were ready for more action. There was still an entire evening to fuck and suck away!
CHAPTER FIVE
Joy woke up with a smile on her pretty face. It was Saturday and she had the day off. She looked at the clock. Nine-thirty. In two hours Conway Twilly would be picking her up. Even though he was twenty years her senior, Joy felt extremely close to Conway. She respected him greatly because he was one of the most successful clothing salesmen on the West Coast. He sold women's sportswear and he generously gave Joy plenty of free samples.
Maybe I should marry Conway. He loves me and says he'd marry me on a minute's notice ... but I don't think he's the right man for me! Joy thought to herself.
While she was thinking about being single for the rest of her life, she tossed the blanket that was covering her to one side. She was stark-naked. Her hands began to caress her thighs and pubic mound.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as her right middle finger worked its way up her slightly damp slit.
Joy's tongue licked her lips and her left hand reached down and played with her ass and anus. It felt so good when she goosed herself. All the while her right middle finger was rapidly fucking her cunt, sending delightful spasming sensations throughout her entire body.
While Joy diddled her cunt and asshole, she thought about Conway's juicy, fat cock. It was about seven inches long and two glorious inches wide, the kind of prick that made her feel wonderful, content, satisfied.
And his balls were majestic. They hung extra-low and swayed when he walked. Joy loved to suck them and smell them. Even Conway's puckered asshole intrigued Joy. Once, on a cold, rainy day in December, Joy licked Conway's bunghole for a solid hour. Of course, Conway reciprocated, gladly, and then fucked Joy in the mouth and cunt.
Conway always took Joy to the finest restaurants, the most exclusive nightclubs, and the fanciest parties. He knew the most influential people in town. Why? Because money talks ... and Conway had plenty of it. Joy knew he had millions, but she didn't know how many.
Joy turned on her side so that she could intensify her staccato rectum-and-twat fingerfucking attack. It felt so fucking good to have both of her holes plugged at once. This delightful sensation made her flash on her ultimate fantasy once again....
Three giant men with fifteen-inch cocks and balls the size of cantaloupes are walking down Wilshire Boulevard completely naked during rush hour. No one pays them any attention. Joy is looking in a store window when all of a sudden she is approached by the men. She tries to scream but she can't. One of the men rips off her dress, while the other two rub, scratch, tickle, pinch, and massage every succulent inch of her tantalizing body.
Joy lies down on the cement sidewalk and spreads her legs as wide apart as she can. One of the men gets his head positioned between her thighs and starts licking her musky-scented snatch and asshole. While this is going on, the other two men trail their massive pricks over her body.
After ten or fifteen minutes, Joy gets on her hands and knees. The man who was eating her cunt and anus shoves his mighty mutton dagger deep into the dark recesses of her vibrating vagina. One of the other chaps rams his bone-hard chopper deep into her bowels. And the third sex stud plunges his huge hunk of horny meat all the way down Joy's deep throat!
Like a wild animal, Joy sucks and fucks madly, moving her shapely body every which-way, stimulating herself and the three sex fiends who are busy ravaging her precious body.
At precisely the same moment, the three cocksmen shoot their plentiful wads of hot semen into Joy's three tightly filled orifices. She has enough come spurted inside of her to fill a bathtub. She sighs, pants, grunts, and gasps like a savage beast.
The three men withdraw their still-hard stingers from her sopping-wet holes and then proceed to jack off violently. Their blood-engorged cocks begin to twitch and spasm; then, simultaneously, the three studs shoot their spunk into Joy's face. Her tongue lashes out and she drinks up all the gooey jizm.
Once their cocks shrink back to normal size, the three men line up and bend over. Joy licks their assholes, balls, and cocks for over an hour. When she's through, the men are hard again and they fuck her nostrils, her ear cavities, her armpits, and her tits. They pump as hard as they can until they once again spray their semen all over Joy's body.
Suddenly a crowd surrounds the copulating foursome. The studs disappear and Joy is left, naked, in the middle of the horny mob. Men and women a-like disrobe rapidly, and then, one by one, they all play with her body. Hundreds of cocks penetrate her cunt lips; scores of female tongues invade her twat and asshole; thousands of fingers play with her tits....
Joy's body was on fire as she opened her eyes and returned to the real world. She rammed her finger in and out of her twat as fast as she could. Her asshole was still being teased by her finger. And then it happened-Joy's body tensed and tremendous spasms overtook her. Her entire body quivered. The ultimate pleasure was devastating her body. "Oooooooo, mmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she twitched and jerked all over her bed.
For quite a while after her tremendous climax, Joy was oblivious to everything. Her phone rang, but she didn't hear it. Someone knocked on the door, but to her it was just the beating of her heart. Even the ringing of her alarm clock couldn't snap her out of her ecstatic state. She just lay with her fingers up her cunt and asshole, in a dreamland paradise where everything is wonderful, where there is no killing or maiming, where orgasms rule supreme, where love is more important than money.
Finally, she regained her senses. She shut off the alarm clock and marched off to the bathroom. Joy liked the reflection she saw in the full-length mirror. Her body was aglow; her eyes sparkled. Yes, she was a beautiful woman, the kind of girl who could make any man happy. If only she could find the right mate, the man who would make her life complete. She knew Conway Twilly wasn't that man ... but he'd be picking her up soon, so she hopped into the shower and let the tepid water run down over her body.
She shampooed her hair and then applied a cream conditioner to give her golden locks extra body. After that, she soaped up a washcloth and cleansed her entire body, spending extra time scrubbing her quim and asshole, the two places Conway would be examining closely.
Joy rinsed herself off and then slipped into her terrycloth bathrobe. She dried her hair and then stepped out of the shower. Once she was dry, she took off the robe and hung it up. She then put on some deodorant and applied some cologne to her neck, tits, cunt, and bunghole.
Next, she dried her hair with her electric blow dryer. It took only a few minutes for her to look indescribably delicious. She was tempted to walk outside naked to show off her body, but she decided against that. Who wants to spend the night in prison? she thought as she took her round-handled hairbrush and slowly pushed the plastic phallus up her squeaky-clean snatch.
Joy watched in the mirror as her brush drove her to ecstasy. She bent over so she could examine her asshole. It looked delicious. li she could have, she would have licked her own crotch, but since she was not a contortionist she would have to save that exquisite pleasure for Conway.
After making herself come several times, Joy powdered her body and then retreated to her bedroom, where she looked into the closet to decide what she was going to wear. Since it was a sunny, warm day, she picked out a pair of green slacks and a light-green blouse. She didn't bother with nylons or panties. Sex oozed from her as she slipped into the tight-fitting clothes. Her big tits bulged suggestively out of her blouse and her ass crack was clearly visible through the skintight pants.
Conway wasn't due for a while, so Joy went into the hall closet and pulled out several girlie magazines. She wanted to be nice and hot, sexually, when her boyfriend arrived.
While she flipped through the pages and gazed at buxom women with brushes, cocks, poles, and assorted other objects up their twats, Joy played with her own meat. She was having her third delicious orgasm when there was a loud knock at the door. "Commmiiinnng!" she shouted, meaning it literally.
Joy's body was vibrantly alive as she made her way to the front door. The spasms that shot through her cunt made her knees weak.
As soon as she opened the door, Conway embraced her and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Their tongues explored each other's mouth; their hands touched each other's privates.
"How are you, baby?" Conway asked, sliding his right hand down the back of Joy's tight pants.
"Fine, now that you're here!" she responded.
Joy felt Conway's prick through his pants; it was as hard as steel, just the way she loved it. She wanted to look at it, touch it, kiss it. Conway read her mind. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. Joy peeled off his tight red briefs and watched as his cock sprang upward.
"Suck me!" he said, pulling her towards his bobbing banana.
"Yes, darling!" Joy said as she dropped to her knees and took his glorious gristle-stick in her saliva-drenched mouth. Back and forth she sucked, causing the older man to gently rotate his hips in a carnal lust dance.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned as her mouth slid majestically over his swollen shaft. "Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed as her tongue tip invaded the tiny slit in the tip of his cock. "You're driving me crazy!"
The big-titted librarian was the happiest woman on earth at that moment. Sure, she knew it wouldn't last ... but for the present she was a queen servicing her handsome king.
When Conway started pumping his cock faster and faster, Joy knew that the moment of his shattering climax was approaching rapidly. Five, six, seven more staccato hip thrusts and it was the beginning of the end. Joy felt gob after gob of sticky semen splashing against the far walls of her throat. The sloppy slime felt wonderful as it dripped down her throat.
Conway's cock began to shrivel up in Joy's mouth. The cocksucking wench loved the way Conway's prick felt when it grew smaller in her orifice. She kept sucking it, milking every last ounce of her man's splendid spunk. When his balls were completely drained, Joy said, "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks so I can lick your fragrant asshole!"
Immediately, Conway did as he was told. He gasped loudly when he felt Joy's tongue traveling up his old dirt road. God, he was the luckiest man in the world, having a girl young enough to be his daughter licking and sucking out his bunghole.
This went on for about ten minutes, the amount of time it took for Conway's prick to swell to enormous proportions again. Joy kissed Conway's ass good-bye and stood up. She then stripped herself and lay down on the floor. The soft carpeting tickled her ass and legs. It felt good. But it felt even better when Conway slipped his hard meat into her furry snatch. The fit was divine.
"Ohhhhhh, baby!" Joy exclaimed. "Your cock is so big!"
"And your cunt is so tight!"
Their lips met once again. They were completely taken with each other. Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths. Sweat poured off their bodies. Tremendous feelings of soul-shattering ecstasy coursed through their fucking frames.
They pumped, scratched, pinched, sucked, and fucked each other for a long time. Suddenly, Joy stiffened. Conway knew that she was coming so he increased the intensity of his strokes. He pushed his cock in deep until it smashed against Joy's spongy cervix; then he pulled it out all the way to the glans. He kept it there for a second and then plunged it back into the woman of his desires again. Conway did this about ten times. That was all it took to make Joy scream out in appreciation. She shuddered and shook. Conway was pleased with himself. He could fuck as well as any stud half his age. Time couldn't destroy his sexual potency. These and other macho thoughts raced through his mind while the come was welling up in his oversized balls.
The tingling sensation started off slowly as the come left his balls and entered his thrusting shaft. Then the momentum built up as the come started to spurt out of his cocktip. Oh, it felt so good, so grand, so wonderful. Come, gobs and gobs of sticky come, shot out of his prick.
Joy squeezed Conway's balls, making him ejaculate more and more. When she was through with him he was completely drained, completely satiated, completely satisfied.
After a brief rest period, during which neither of the lovers uttered a word, Conway said, "You're the greatest. Marry me!"
The foxy librarian looked into Conway's eyes. She hugged him tightly. "I-I'm not ready for marriage. I need more time!"
Conway smiled. He was understanding and compassionate. "You just let me know. Say the word anytime and we'll fly to Vegas and tie the knot!"
They kissed, a wet, sloppy kiss. Tears streamed down Joy's face. Her kind lover wiped them with his hands. "Oh, darling!" Joy said.
"Aw, c'mon! Don't cry!" Conway said. "We're going to have fun today. We'll go to Malibu and have lunch; then we'll check into a beachfront motel and fuck and suck the rest of the day away."
A smile lit up Joy's face. "That'll be nice!" she said, trying to forget about her quest to find Mr. Right. She wanted to enjoy herself with Conway, even if he wasn't the man she wanted to marry.
Conway pulled up his underwear and then his pants. While he zipped up his fly, Joy dressed herself. After she buttoned up her blouse, she walked over to a mirror and combed her hair.
"Ready?" Conway asked.
Joy smiled. "Yes. Let's go and have a wonderful time!"
They left the apartment and walked with their arms around each other to Conway's gray Mercedes. The clothing salesman opened the door for his sweet piece of ass and gently caressed her ass as she got into the car.
When Joy was seated, Conway slammed the door shut and went around into his side of the car. Before he drove off, he unbuttoned several of Joy's blouse buttons.
"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling his cock up, under his pants.
"I want to be able to play with your chi-chis while I'm driving. Do you mind?" he asked.
"Not at all, big boy!" Joy answered. "Do you mind if I unzip your pants and play with your big fat prick?"
"You know the answer to that!"
Joy giggled. "This is going to be a fun drive!" she said as she unzipped Conway's pants and yanked out his righteous rolling pin.
The constantly horny librarian jerked Conway's dick back and forth as he pulled out into traffic and headed for Malibu. By the time they reached the freeway, the big stud had jizmed in her hand. Joy further thrilled him by licking his creamy sap from her hand and from the dashboard.
"You sure do love cream, don't you, honey?" Conway said, feeling as if he owned the world.
"You bet. And I'm gonna drink plenty more of yours before the day is over!"
They arrived at Malibu about twenty minutes later. The beach was crowded with surfers and sun worshippers. The water was calm and the sky was blue. No haze or clouds entered the picture.
"What a beautiful day!" Joy said.
Conway didn't answer with words. He smiled and gently caressed his woman's twin turrets. Joy's pillowy tit-flesh felt so soft and warm. Conway could hardly wait to lick and nibble them.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, thinking about how it would taste to spread chocolate syrup and whipped cream on Joy's asshole and then lick it off.
Joy squeezed Conway's bulging cock. "I wouldn't mind chewing on some wienie!"
"And I could go for some hair pie ... but we'll have those treats for dessert ... in bed! But for now, why don't we stop off at an eatin' place and fill up our tummies!"
"Okay ... you're the boss!"
Conway pulled into a parking space at the Sea Lion Restaurant. They kissed for several minutes and then got out of the car. Hand-in-hand they strolled towards the restaurant. Once inside, a buxom tart, wearing a low-cut blouse and a super-short skirt, approached them and said, "Table for two?"
Conway answered, "Yes!" He stared at the woman's tits and wondered what they looked like completely exposed.
"Follow me!" she said.
Conway and Joy followed the hip-swinging waitress to a dark, secluded table at the end of the restaurant. Their table was right next to the window, so they were able to see the ocean. Waves were breaking on the rocks. White foam splattered against the breakers every time the waves rolled in. It was a splendid sight.
"The foam reminds me of your come!" Joy said moments after the waitress had left.
"And the two gigantic rocks over there remind me of your tits!" Conway said.
They both laughed and then looked at their menus. "Why don't you order for the both of us?" Joy said.
"Fine!"
Conway beckoned for the waitress, who immediately sashayed her pretty buns back to their table. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes!" Conway said. "We'll have a litre of burgundy to quench our thirst, and to satisfy our empty stomachs we'll have the specialty of the house, Shrimp Luigi."
"Do you want salads?"
Conway nodded. "Yes. The little lady will have blue cheese-"
"Thousand Island!" Joy interrupted.
Conway smiled. "Ah, yes, the lady will have Thousand Island on hers and I'll have Russian."
The waitress nodded and wiggled off. Joy stared at the other woman's ass. "I bet she's a good fuck!"
The clothing salesman laughed. "That's something neither of us will ever know, I'm afraid!"
"We could always ask her to join us!"
"Not on your life! We're going to have a private party. Just you, me, and as many orgasms as we can conjure up!"
While they waited for their food to arrive, Joy and Conway played with each other. Since the table was in a dark corner, Joy was able to unzip her man's pants and pull out his massive cock. She stroked it back and forth, brazenly, even when the waitress served their wine, hot garlic bread, and chilled salads.
Joy continued to jerk off Conway while they ate. He undulated his hips slightly at first, but the more she played with him the faster he slid his ass on the black leather booth.
Just as the waitress was serving the Shrimp Luigi, Conway shot his sap all over the place. If the waitress knew some erotic hanky-panky was taking place, she didn't let on. She picked up the empty salad plates and said, "Would you care for more wine?"
Since their glasses were almost empty and the litre bottle was bone-dry, Conway said, "Sure, bring us another litre!"
When the waitress walked off, Joy took her hand away from her lover's lap and looked at the semen which covered it. "Mmmmmm!" she sighed as she slurped the slimy goo into her greedy mouth.
Conway felt like jumping up on the table and shouting, "Look, everyone, my girlfriend's sucking up my come!" but instead he picked up his fork and speared a piece of shrimp. He popped it into his mouth and said, "Delicious!"
Joy picked up her fork and tried some of the shrimp. She loved it. The two of them ate without speaking. They gazed into each other's eyes and at the ocean. It was a meal they would long remember.
As soon as they were finished with their hearty feast, the waitress came over with their check. Conway paid her and the two lovers left the restaurant.
Conway drove to a ritzy-looking Malibu motel. They checked into a luxurious room which looked out towards the ocean. Joy removed her clothes and then stripped Conway. They fucked and fell asleep in each other's arms. When they awoke it was dark.
"Perfect!" Conway said, "now we can fuck on the beach. How does that idea grab you!"
Joy grabbed Conway's cock. "Like this!" she said jokingly.
They both laughed and then they french-kissed passionately. Then, with their lips still wet from each others spit, they brazenly marched out of their room and headed for the beach. The warm night air felt sensational on their naked bodies.
"It's beautiful out here!" Joy said. "I wish I could live at the beach!"
"Marry me and you can five wherever the hell you please!"
"Oh, Conway, let's not talk about that now!"
"Sure, honey!" he said as he shoved his left middle finger up her cunt and his right middle finger up her asshole.
Joy tugged on Conway's cock and got him hard. "I believe we're both ready for penetration!" she said.
Conway laughed. "Very well put!" he said.
The successful clothing salesman and the buxom librarian lay down in the sand next to the water's edge, just like in the movie From Here to Eternity. As the water rushed in and splashed over them they hugged and kissed. Joy grabbed hold of Conway's huge apparatus and placed the flaming vermilion head against the slit in her vulva.
"Ohhh, God!" Joy gasped as Conway thrust his hips and sunk his meat into her all the way to the hilt.
"You like that, baby?" Conway asked.
"Oh, yes, yesss, yessssss!"
The waves kept crashing on top of them and Conway kept pumping in and out of Joy's cuzzy. The cool ocean water didn't dampen their lust for each other. This was the most intense union they ever experienced. Their fingers clawed each other; they were animals fucking and sucking with wild abandon.
"Harder, harder, fuck me harder!" Joy pleaded.
Conway did as she said. His hips moved frantically, trying to make the woman beneath him come over and over again ... and she did. Joy experienced one delicious orgasm after another. And then it was Conway's turn. His entire body grew rigid for a brief moment as he felt the convulsive spasms of orgasm overtake him. Then he pumped like a mad demon, trying to intensify the twitching quivers which teased and delighted his being.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, mmmmm!" he moaned.
Joy stroked his brown hair and squeezed him tightly. And then she screamed out in ecstasy once more, for she was coming again. Their bellies slapped together; their mouths locked against each other.
In and out Conway continued to pump. Even though he had come, his cock remained hard, hard enough to make Joy delirious with lust.
"Never stop fucking me!" she cried.
Conway continued pumping savagely. He prayed that his majestic weapon of pleasure stayed hard until Joy was too tired to move. He wanted her to be the happiest woman in the world!
CHAPTER SIX
Monday morning rolled around again and Joy was seated behind her cluttered library desk. She was thinking about the good sex she experienced with Conway on the beach. Her cunt still throbbed every time she thought about his swollen hunk of male meat sliding in and out of her tight cunthole.
Joy closed her eyes and moved her right hand down to her crotch; she rubbed herself for a few seconds, but jumped when she heard a man's voice.
"Ahem!" Marshall said. Whispering into her ear he added, "If you want to play with yourself, do it in my office!"
Joy was embarrassed; she blushed and quickly placed both of her hands on top of her desk.
"Are you giving the Egyptology lecture today?" Marshall asked, staring at Joy's big tits.
"No, that's tomorrow. Today I'm talking to a group of third-graders about American history!"
"That's right! Well, do a good job of it!"
"I always do!"
"Yes, I know that!" Marshall said as he turned and walked away.
Joy stared at her boss' flabby ass. She giggled. And then she remembered how much she enjoyed fucking the bald-headed librarian. Ah, yes, sex to Joy was wonderful. If only she could pin down the right dude and live happily ever after. One thing was for sure: whoever she married would get some of the best fucks of his friggin' life.
It was almost eleven. The kids were due in a few minutes, but Joy didn't mind. She had her entire lecture memorized; if she wanted to, she could give it in her sleep.
Just as she picked up her purse to find some lipstick, Robin and Christy walked up to her; they were smiling wickedly, as if they had just peeked at some dude while he was going to the head.
"What's so amusing?" Joy asked, noticing that neither Robin nor Christy were wearing bras or panties.
Robin put the palms of her hands down on Joy's desk. "We're going to the movies tonight and we want you to join us."
"Yeah!" Christy said, "we're gonna see a couple flicks that are supposed to be really groovy."
Joy smiled. "Which ones?"
Robin and Christy looked at each other and laughed. "It's a surprise!" Robin said, grabbing Christy's hand and leading the comely blonde towards the back room.
-Joy stared at both of their asses. Her tongue slowly came out of her mouth and licked her sensuous lips. She could feel a pleasant tingling sensation in her crotch. It would be fun going out with Robin and Christy; they were both so uninhibited. Yes, she was looking forward to her night out with the girls.
The third-graders arrived minutes later. Joy escorted them and their nervous bespectacled teacher into the lecture room. Joy talked about Washington, the Civil War, World War I, and dozens of other historical topics. The kids seemed truly interested in every word that Joy was saying. She felt good all over, knowing that she was helping the children learn about their country.
While she talked, Joy looked at the faces of the kids. She wished that some of them were hers. Yes, it would be nice if she had two or three little ones of her own. She would be a fantastic mother. She had patience and plenty of love to give. All she needed to do was find Mr. Right. Then the kids would come. And the dog, and the house with the white picket fence.
An hour later, the kids and the frenzied teacher were thanking Joy for her stimulating, informative talk. She told them all to return soon and they left.
Marshall approached Joy at her desk and patted her on the back. "I was listening to your speech!" he said. "It was great! I even learned a few things."
"Thank you, Marshall."
"And speaking about learning new things, how's about you and me going dancin' tonight?"
Joy smiled. "Gee, I'd love to, but I already made plans to go to a show with Christy and Robin. I wish you'd asked me earlier!"
Marshall shrugged. "Oh, well, we'll have to make it another night ... and soon." He looked towards Joy's crotch. "I miss seeing you."
The buxom librarian stared at the bulge in Marshall's slacks. "Yeah, we'll have to get it together real soon." , The rest of the day was relatively calm. Joy reviewed some new children's books and finished up some boring paperwork. When five-thirty rolled around, she was relieved. She met Joy and Christy in the parking lot; they all got into Robin's blue Ford van.
"Wow! You even have a bed in here!" Joy exclaimed.
"Fuckin' A!" Robin quipped. "Lie down and try it out!"
So while Robin started the van and pulled out into the street, Christy and Joy hopped into the back and spread out on the large, soft mattress.
"This is great!" Christy said, "but I'm not used to being in bed with all my clothes on!"
Joy took the hint. "That's easily rectified!" she said, pulling Christy's shoes off. Next, she peeled off the girl's nylons and seductively stripped off her tight-fitting pink dress.
Christy looked exquisite naked. She spread her tan thighs wide apart, letting Joy get a good view of her pink cunt lips. Joy bent her head down and kissed her friend's tender snatch. Robin stopped for a red light and turned around to see what was going on.
"Hey, hey, hey," she said. "The movie doesn't start for about an hour. How would you like to park for a while?"
"Great!" Joy said.
"I'm ready!" Christy replied.
The light turned green. Robin stomped down on the accelerator and headed for a deserted street. Five minutes later, she parked next to an abandoned house.
By this time Joy was naked, too. Robin yelped wildly and jumped into the sack with her two co-workers. They quickly stripped her.
"Mmmmm!" Robin said, "this is nice!" She grabbed Joy's tits with her hands while she licked Christy's with her long tongue.
This triggered the action. Six hands explored intimate body parts. Christy's tongue wormed its way up Joy's snatch. Joy's right middle finger invaded Robin's asshole. Robin's toes toyed around with Christy's quim.
The three girls rolled around, stroking, pinching, kissing, massaging, tickling, and teasing each other. Robin kissed Christy full on the lips. After a few minutes, Christy pulled away from Robin so that she could suck Joy's tits and cunt.
Joy was having a real fucking ball. She touched Robin's tits, then Christy's, then Robin's asshole, then Christy's, then Robin's armpits, then Christy's. Not a tender, soft spot did she leave untouched.
Wild, orgasmic pants echoed throughout the van chamber. The smell of women's cunt juices was in the air. Sweat dripped from each of their bodies. Passions soared high. Lust was everywhere.
"Hey, I almost forgot," Robin said, "I have a new toy we can play with!"
Christy and Joy looked at each other and smiled. They watched as Robin leaned over into the front compartment and grabbed for her purse. While she was bending over, Joy and Christy tickled and licked her cunt and asshole.
"Oooooh! That feels nice!" Robin gasped as she retrieved a huge, vein-covered dildo from her bag.
Joy and Christy squealed with delight. They could hardly wait to shove the rubber phallus in and out of one another's cunt and bunghole.
Robin strapped the monstrous artificial prick on and proceeded to pounce on Christy. Christy gasped loudly as the huge cock plunged deep into the dark recesses of her musky, dank cunt. Joy watched intently, loving every fucking minute of the lewd spectacle that was happening before her wide-open eyes.
While Robin pumped fiercely in and out of Christy, Joy licked the chubby messenger clerk's body. First her feet, then her calves, legs, thighs, buns, asshole, back, arms, armpits, neck, and face. This spurred Robin on. Her thrusts became harder, fiercer, more urgent than ever before.
Christy sobbed loudly. Her body was overcome with pleasure. She twisted from side to side and clawed at Robin's smooth back. Joy thought she was going to go out of her mind if she didn't get fucked by the giant dildo soon. She prayed that Robin would make Christy climax soon.
Her prayers were answered. Christy screamed, "Ohhhhh, God, I'm cooommmiiinnnngggg! It feeeeels sooooo gooood!" She rocked and swayed violently. Joy knelt down and sucked her blonde friend's succulent tits, making her orgasm that much more enjoyable.
After several glorious minutes of orgasmic frenzy, Christy lay still and Robin withdrew the cunt-juice-stained phallus from the assistant librarian's humming hot-box.
"Do me now!" Joy pleaded.
"Sure!" Robin said, pushing Joy down on her back and forcing her to spread her gams wide.
"Jesus!" Joy whimpered as the huge rubber pleasure shaft slid up her horny twat. The sensation was fantastic. Just as if a huge man-cock was being pushed up her quivering lust hole.
"Now you're gonna really get fucked!" Robin shouted, starting to pump her hips and ass wildly. Joy met each of the plump girl's rigid jabs. They were dancing majestically together. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Robin's saliva poured into Joy's grateful mouth.
They humped, bumped, and ground each other for more than fifteen minutes. Finally, Joy was ready to explode. Her cunt walls spasmed more violently than they had ever done before. Joy rammed her middle finger up Robin's asshole. The chubby girl was grateful, so she reached under Joy's body and slipped two of her fingers up the pretty librarian's bunghole.
With their assholes plugged, the two girls rocked and rolled all around the bed. Christy watched in wide-eyed amazement. She went off with her kinkiest dreams and then returned back to reality. First she licked Joy's tits, then Robin's. It drove her up the wall. She needed something up her quim, so she grabbed Joy's right hand and pushed it against her cunt. Joy got the message and immediately rammed three of her fingers up her friend's delicious cunt.
The three sex-hungry wenches were unaware of anything else in the world except for one another. Nothing else mattered to them. Cunts, tits, dildos, assholes-those were the things that concerned them.
Christy came three times, so did Joy; Robin orgasmed twice, but so intensely that she couldn't move for fifteen minutes. By the time their little sex orgy was over, the girls were completely drained. Their bodies were limp; their hearts were beating faster than they had ever done before. It was a glorious experience for all of them.
Finally Christy looked at her watch and said, "Hey, let's get over to the Bijou; the flick's gonna start soon!"
The girls dressed quickly. Robin got behind the wheel and started up the engine. She drove rapidly to the theater; they got there minutes before Carnal Lust began.
Joy laughed. "I should have known you two horny broads would bring me to a sex movie!"
Robin patted her tender fanny and said, "We didn't think you'd mind!"
Christy paid for all three of them and the girls entered the dimly-lit theater. Robin was carrying a heavy purse with her. When they sat down on the left side near the rear of the movie house, Robin reached into her bag and pulled out three cans of English 800 Malt Liquor.
"Whew! That stuff'll knock you on your kiester!" Joy said.
"That's why I brought it along!" Robin said. "I want the three of us to get righteously fucked up."
"Amen to that!" Christy said, taking one of the cans from Robin and popping open the top.
Joy and Robin opened their cans and the three of them took long swigs of the potent brew.
"Ahhh, that's good!" Robin said.
"Yeah, it'll grow hair on our chests!" Christy kidded.
"The only thing I want to see on your chest is my mouth!" Joy said, reaching over and feeling up her friend's big jugs of joy.
While the three co-workers felt each other up and downed their malt liquor, the theater became dark and the curtains opened. Carnal Lust was about to begin.
Joy was seated between her two bisexual friends. She liked it that way because they were both able to play with her tits and twat. And play they did. Christy fmger-fucked Joy's sopping-wet snatch, while Robin played with her twin yum-yums.
"Mmmmmmm! I'm gonna love this fuckin'-suckin' flick!" Joy cooed, letting her hands explore the laps and chests of her good sex friends.
Carnal Lust opened with a bang-a bona fide, honest-to-God copulatory bang. A big, black stud with an eleven-inch prick was socking it to a frail white broad with cupcake tits. The dude's dick pumped savagely in and out of the girl's oozing twat. The camera pulled in close, showing every minute detail of the sloppy fuck. Lubricating juices dripped all over the girl's legs, and each time the stud yanked his cock nearly all the way out of the gushy quim, it glistened from all the slick goo that covered it.
"Hey, I wouldn't mind takin' that hunk of flesh up my hot snatch!" Robin said as she poked her middle finger up Joy's succulent asshole.
"Which hole do you want to take it up?" Joy asked, squeezing the heavy-set girl's tits hard.
"Every one I got!"
Christy laughed. "You cunts sure are hot tonight!"
Robin and Joy immediately went to work on their friend. They spread her legs wide apart and played with her vulva, clit, and vagina. Then they pulled down the top of her dress and sucked on her nipples. When she was moaning like a bitch in heat, Joy said, "Now who's hot?"
The three of them laughed and drank from their beer cans. The malt liquor tasted good. It went down their throats. Real smooth. And what a kick. After they were each through with half a can, their lips started to grow numb.
"This is good hooch!" Joy said.
Robin responded, "You bet your sweet-tasting ass it is. I only buy the best."
Pedantically, Joy corrected her friend. "You mean you buy only the best. Remember to put only after buy!"
"Fuck that grammar shit!" Robin said good-naturedly.
"Don't fuck the grammar, fuck me!" Christy said, reaching for her friends' twats.
With their hands on one another's pussy, the horny tarts watched the black stud up on the screen spread the white broad's creamy buns apart and then give her one hell of an anal reaming.
"That looks like fun!" Joy said, inserting her middle fingers up the bungholes of her two friends.
Robin and Christy bounced up and down on Joy's fingers. They all enjoyed the goose ride. To reciprocate, Robin and Christy took turns fingerfucking Joy's quivering asshole.
When they finished off the brew, they put the cans on the floor. Robin then reached into her trusty bag and yanked out three more cans of the powerful English 800. She handed a can each to her good buddies and said, "After we down these, we'll be flying high."
'I'm already high!" Joy said.
"Me, too!" Christy added.
Together, they popped open the cans. They gulped down a few mouthfuls and then returned their attention to the screen. The black stud and white chick were now in the sixty-nine position. The massive cock filled up the chick's entire mouth. She took it all the way down her slender throat like a cocksucking champ.
While this was going on, two Oriental girls appeared on screen. They were wearing long dresses slit up the side all the way to their thighs. Their boobs were hanging out and they both had huge tits. The girl in the white dress stripped her friend and then herself. They hugged and kissed; their tongues trailed over each other's body. Then they centered their attention on the fucking couple. The two Oriental nymphs licked and kissed the black stud's cock. One of the girls sat on the white girl's face, letting the white broad eat out her twat and asshole.
"Nice movie!" Joy said.
Robin giggled. "The plot's kind of thin, but the acting is superb!"
"Yeah, academy award material!" Christy said.
The three of them laughed. They were nearly done with their second can each of the knockout brew.
Back to the screen, the black stud -lined the three cunts up and had them bend over. He moved from one to the other, looking carefully up their cunts and assholes. Occasionally, he licked and sucked the three women's bottom orifices. His cock grew and grew until it looked menacing. He beat it back and forth, slowly, lewdly.
When he was as hard as a brick, he rammed his meat into one of the Oriental's cunts. He pumped back and forth at a rapid rate. The girl swayed her hips seductively, making the stud move even faster. In and out, back and forth, from side to side he moved. Never did he rest. His fucking attack was constant.
The girl screamed and fell forward. She was all balled out. She had a wonderful, shattering climax. It was time for the dude to move on to the next Asian chick. This one he plugged up the old dirt road. At first her asshole muscles tried to dislodge his mighty meat spear, but after some persistence, the black cat managed to worm his fleshpole all the way up the young honey's back chamber. He grimaced and then began fucking her madly.
"Nice ... real nice!" Christy said, leaning over and giving Joy a wet kiss on the mouth.
"Great. I love this!" Joy said as she squeezed Robin's buns as hard as she could.
The girls were all tipsy now. "Let's split!" Joy said.
"Yeah. We can go to a motel and make our own sex flick!" Robin said.
Christy shook her head. "But we don't have a camera."
Joy giggled. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."
So just as the big black stud was shooting his hot white jizm in the blonde's face and fingerfucking the cunts of both Orientals, the three library workers got up off their sweet asses and made their way out of the theater.
Once inside the van they played with each other for a while; then Robin started the engine and drove towards downtown. After they'd been driving for about ten minutes, Joy shouted, "There ... pull over there." She pointed in the direction of the Funhouse Motel, a joint which featured water beds and X-rated skin flicks.
"Far out!" Christy said. "I've never been to a dive like that before."
"Me neither!" Robin said, pulling into the Funhouse Motel parking lot.
The girls got out of the van and drunkenly made their way to the motel office. The beady-eyed cretin of a clerk, who was standing behind the desk and staring off into space, smiled at the three girls and stared at their tits, cunts, and asses. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Depends how big you are!" Robin said, looking at his crotch.
"Shhh!" Joy said, holding her index finger in front of her mouth. "Be nice."
The clerk turned a dark shade of red. "Uh, y-you want a room?"
"No, we just wanted to ask you who did your hair!" Robin said sarcastically.
Again Joy shushed her inebriated friend. "Yes, we'd like a room for the night!"
"For the three of you?"
"Actually no. We're expecting three hundred guests in an hour. We'll need a really big bed!" Robin said.
The clerk reached for a key. "Sign in here!" he said to Joy. "The roomll cost you twenty-five bucks!"
Joy paid the man and took the key. The clerk watched the luscious lovelies as they drunkenly made their way out of his office and headed for room 326. He reached down and unzipped his fly.
His cock flopped out of his pants and he grabbed it with both hands. Five quick jerks and more of his semen splattered against the wall of the check-in counter.
Once inside the motel room the girls didn't waste any time. They locked the door, turned on the closed-circuit TV, and disrobed. Joy laughed heartily. "Guess what movie's showing?"
Robin and Christy looked at the screen. Sure enough, Carnal Lust was staring them in the face again. The same black stud was doing his thing to the three willing, horny chicks.
"At least we're lucky, this is the part we missed in the theater!" Joy said.
"Wonderful!" Christy replied.
Robin reached into her bag and pulled out the last three cans of the English 800.
"After these we'll be zombies!" Joy remarked as she took the can held out to her and opened it.
Christy did the same. Only when she opened her can, it sprayed all over the place.
"Remind me never to let you open anything in my apartment!" Joy kidded her friend.
Christy pushed Joy onto the bed and began to kiss her passionately. Robin took a few hearty swigs of brew and placed the can down on the night table; she then piled on top of her two squirming, love-hungry companions.
The bed was huge and covered with red silk sheets. The soft material soothed and caressed the girls' lovely bodies. They groped each other madly. Robin's tongue was everywhere-on Joy's ass, cunt, armpits, tits ... and then up Christy's twat, in her ears, down her back.
Sex was the name of the tune. They couldn't get enough of each other. Robin got out the dildo and let Joy fuck her with it; then Christy strapped it on and screwed both of her companions up the ass. It was a provocative, sensual experience for all of them.
After they had all come several times, there was a loud knock at the door. Joy got out of bed and shouted, "Who is it?"
A masculine voice said, "Room service."
Joy opened the door and stared into the eyes of a handsome blond lad in his early twenties. He was well-built and the bulge in his pants, which grew bigger as he gazed at Joy's naked body, told the librarian that he'd make a fine fuck.
The young man was holding a huge bottle of champagne. "Can I come in?" he asked, gazing at Joy's cunt.
Joy opened the door wider, allowing the man to see Robin and Christy writhing on the bed. His eyes opened wide. Suddenly, he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. Seconds later he was joined by two other motel employees, both young and good-looking.
"Let's have a party!" Robin shouted, spreading her legs wide apart so everyone could gaze at her soaked twat.
The young men piled into the room and immediately tore off their clothes. No introductions were made, nor were they necessary. Few words were spoken. Sex was the universal, silent language.
A wild orgy ensued. It lasted for five hours. When it was over, everyone was too weak to move.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was an exceptionally busy Tuesday evening at the Grand Hills Lounge. Larry was working his ass off. That's why he didn't notice when the pretty Oriental fox entered the bar. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a tight-fitting sheer blue blouse, which gave everyone a perfect view of her corn-kernel-shaped nipples.
Yoko Konahura, the delivery girl from Pizza Man, sat down at a dark, secluded corner booth and watched Larry work. She wanted more of his cock. Her vagina twitched just thinking about fucking the dashing bartender.
Sally, the fine-assed cocktail waitress, sashayed up to Yoko's table and said, "What can I get for you?"
Yoko smiled. "Gin and tonic." Sally turned to leave, but before she took too many steps, Yoko added, "And tell Larry to stop by my table when he gets time!"
The two girls smiled at each other, knowingly, and then Sally headed for the bar. Yoko could see her telling Larry something. The handsome stud then looked towards Yoko. At first he seemed confused, then a big smile crossed his face; he recognized the Asian beauty.
Ah, Yoko, Larry thought, I'm glad as hell you're here. I can't wait to fuck your pussy, suck out your asshole, and squeeze your tits!
Larry wanted to rush right over to Yoko's table, but he couldn't because he was so busy. He beckoned for the girl to sit at the bar, but she shook her head shyly and stayed where she was. Finally, after an hour, Larry was able to step away for a few minutes. Joe, the hirsute bouncer, agreed to watch the bar for a while.
Yoko stared at Larry's crotch as the man of her wet dreams approached her. Larry thought Yoko looked more beautiful than he'd remembered. Her tits looked so inviting, and the way she was sitting enabled him to look at her soft thighs. Larry thought he could see little wisps of black pubic hair, but since it was dark he wasn't sure.
He sat down next to the luscious doll and said, "Hiya, baby, I'm sure glad you stopped in."
"Me, too!" she said shyly.
They looked into each other's eyes for a few minutes and then Larry moved his head close to hers. When their lips were but inches apart Larry said, "I've been thinking about you a lot!"
Yoko didn't answer him; instead, she pressed her red-painted lips firmly against Larry's. His tongue tasted her lipstick and her sweet saliva. His arms went around her waist; hers went straight to his crotch. Yoko quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his turgid cock. Larry couldn't believe what was happening. One minute he was tending bar, the next he was getting one hell of a hand job from a beautiful Japanese girl.
Larry looked around to make sure that no one was watching them. When he was sure, he took his right hand from around Yoko's waist and played with her short-and-curlies. Yoko wasn't wearing any panties. This turned Larry on immensely. His fingers toyed with her distended clit and then worked their way into her oozing twat, the hole of her hottest desires.
"Mmmmmm!" Yoko said in the universal language of lust.
"God, you're so wet!" Larry moaned.
"I want nice fuck!" she said.
"You're gonna get one as soon as I get off work!"
They played with each other for ten glorious minutes. Yoko came first. She pressed her mouth against Larry's neck to muffle her ecstatic cries of jubilation. Then it was the writer-actor's turn. His semen spurted out of his cocktip in great gobs. The slimy goo splattered all over Yoko's arm.
As soon as his cock stopped twitching and shooting its milky slime, Yoko licked the goo from her arm and hand. When she was done, she kissed Larry firmly on the lips. He could taste his own semen. He was in heaven. This was the best experience he had ever had at the Grand Hills Lounge. It was a night he would long remember, even when he was old and gray.
Yoko helped Larry wipe off his dick and then tuck it back into his black work slacks. When that was done, Larry got to his feet and walked back to the bar. Yoko stared at his ass. She was thinking about goosing his anus and taking his crack until he begged for mercy. She smiled. Soon she would be doing those things ... and loving every minute of it.
Two o'clock finally rolled around. All the patrons exited the bar, except for Yoko, and Larry, Sally, and Joe cleaned up. Thirty minutes later they were ready to leave. Larry took his Asian friend by the arm and led her to the back parking lot. They kissed for a long time before they got into his white Mazda. Yoko's hands were all over him, feeling up his ass, cock, balls, thighs, back, neck, head. She was a sexual demon, craving, demanding, lusting for his trim, athletic body.
Once inside the vehicle, Yoko lifted up her blue skirt and exposed her furry bush. Then she unzipped Larry's pants. His cock was bone-hard when she yanked it out and fondled it lovingly. Larry gasped as he started the engine. Both he and his motor were turned on.
"Where to?" Larry asked, breathing heavily.
Yoko jerked his member back and forth rapidly as she said, "Why don't we go my place? I think you like. I give you nice time!"
"Just tell me how to get there!" Larry said excitedly.
Yoko gave him explicit directions and they were off. Her place was about fifteen miles from the bar. It was one of those new security apartment buildings. Real classy.
Larry smiled. "Nice joint!" he said.
Yoko nodded and then bent down so she could take Larry's cock into her mouth. While he parked the car, she gave him one of the best blow jobs of his life. He came into her mouth and she greedily sucked up every last drop of his molten semen.
Larry tried to put his cock back into his pants after he had sprayed his works, but Yoko wouldn't let him. "I want to hold it when we walk to my apartment!" she said seriously.
"But ... people will see us!"
Yoko shook her head. "No, we go in back way. Very dark. It be OK!"
Larry figured what the fuck. He got out of the car, with his limp dick protruding out of his fly, and walked around to Yoko's side of the car. He opened the door for her and she immediately took hold of his pride and joy.
It was a great feeling for Larry-Yoko guided him to her room by tugging on his prick. The soft short arm slowly grew larger and larger as they walked down several dark passageways. Once in a while people passed them, but Yoko just stood in front of Larry so no one could see his exposed cock.
The bartender's heart was beating faster than ever. He wanted to fuck Yoko so bad he could taste it. He constantly felt up her bearded clam, making sure that it would be nice and wet by the time they got into her bedroom.
While Yoko unlocked her door, Larry lifted up her skirt. He got down on his hands and knees and licked her asshole and cunt. The way she smelled down below really turned him on. It was the most wonderful aphrodisiac in the world. A scent which could turn any man into a raving sex fiend.
The moment they were inside Yoko's beautifully furnished pad, they stripped each other and fell to the floor. Yoko grabbed Larry's pulsating pecker and pressed it against the moist, hairy slit in her delicious vulva. Larry jabbed hard and felt his fleshpole sinking into Yoko's tight chamber of lust
"Oooooooh!" Yoko sighed.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Larry moaned.
Then they performed the love dance. Larry's ass rocked back and forth, pumping his swollen cock in and out of Yoko's spasming quim. She pinched his behind and caressed his tingling balls. The two of them couldn't get enough of each other. Their hearts beat faster and faster. Their tongues explored each other's lips, nose, ears, neck, throat. They were insatiable.
The harder Larry pumped, the more Yoko loved it. She slammed her pelvis against her lustful companion's. Their hands explored wonderful places. Larry groaned when Yoko's slender fingers, one by one, inched their way up his asshole.
"That feels so good!" he said.
"Fuck me harder!" was the girl's response.
Larry's body became a staccato-fucking blur. He was fucking faster than he had ever done before. New sensations arose in his taut body. He wanted to scream out his joy. Before he could, Yoko shouted, "I'm coming, darling, I'mmmm coooommmiiinnnggg!"
Then it was the handsome bartender's turn. "Me, too!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "It feels so fucking good!"
Yoko felt Larry's hot jets of sperm juice splashing up against the twitching walls of her excited sex slot. The gooey slime soothed her and nourished her sex-hungry pussy.
Even after his balls were completely drained and the rapid flow of semen had subsided, Larry continued to pump as hard as he could. His cock still twitched and spasmed delightfully. And Yoko was digging every luscious jab. Her cunt was on fire. She came over and over again.
Not until Larry's limp cock plopped out of Yoko's muff did the horny lover stop fucking his woman. The two of them lay with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. They never wanted to let go. Security was theirs. Nothing could hurt them as long as they lay cuddled together.
A half hour passed, then an hour. Yoko dozed off and Larry watched her sleep. He loved her eyes, the exotic way they were shaped. Her skin was beautiful, without even a single blemish. And her hair was the most sensational he had ever seen.
When Yoko opened her eyes and saw Larry staring at her, she blushed. Larry kissed her tenderly on the lips. Then he said, "I'm a little hungry. Why don't we go out for something to eat!"
Yoko smiled. "I make you something!" she said.
They kissed and felt each other up for a while longer; then they broke their embrace. Yoko got to her feet. Larry stared at her splendid ass and perfectly shaped tits. God, he was the luckiest man in the world.
While Yoko made eggs, ham, and toast, Larry went into the bathroom to take a shower. By the time he was finished, so was his snack. Still nude, the two lovers caressed each other while they ate. By the time they were through eating, they were ready to fuck again.
Without bothering to put the dirty dishes into the sink, Yoko and Larry headed straight for the bed room. The Asian doll turned on some soft music and then joined her man in bed. She climbed on top of him and slid her body up and down. Her hairy bush ticked Larry's legs, chest, neck, and face. Yoko stopped sliding when her crotch was covering Larry's mouth. This was his dessert.
Larry could smell Yoko's cunt and asshole. Both smells pleased him immensely. His tongue shot out and licked one hole and then the other. He was still hungry. Not for food, but for hardcore sex.
"I like that!" Yoko said as Larry's tongue-tip shot up her rectum.
"Mmmmmm!" was all that Larry could say.
Yoko started to slide very slowly. Larry loved the way her anus tickled his chin and nose. He grabbed onto her hips so that he could move her at his own speed. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Larry's tongue invaded Yoko's cunt. It went in farther and farther, until she was writhing uncontrollably. He made sure that he stimulated her swollen clit. Her protruding love nub seemed to vibrate. The more he caressed it, the more the woman on top of him panted and sighed.
For a good half hour, Larry ate out the finesmelling furburger which was gently squashing his face. While he was doing this, Yoko manipulated his cock and balls with both her hands. Larry forced himself not to shoot his wad, for he wanted to explode his come into one of Yoko's holes. Mouth, cunt, bunghole-it didn't matter to him which one.
After Yoko had come several times, she lifted her soaked crotch from Larry's face and slid her body down so that her quim was pressed against Larry's huge organ. Quickly and expertly, she guided the throbbing gristle hunk into her spasming chamber.
"Oooh, yeah!" Larry said.
Yoko bent forward and put her palms flat on the bed. Her shapely tits hung down gracefully. Larry gazed at them. He placed his right hand on his lover's back and pushed gently. Her tits moved closer and closer to his face. When he could reach them with his mouth, he quit exerting pressure on her back.
First, Larry licked her left nipple, then her right one. He watched her areolas darken as hot, fresh blood was pumped to her excited chest. Several little black hairs surrounded each nipple. Larry studied them with his eyes, then with his tongue.
Every part of Yoko's body intrigued Larry. He licked her nose, her cheeks, her ears, her armpits. All of her odors were like the rarest, finest perfumes. There wasn't a single thing offensive about his Asian doll.
While he continued to be fucked by the glorious piece of ass above him, Larry thought about the first Oriental girl he'd ever fucked. Her name was Lee Kim, an exceptionally good-looking Korean girl, with long hair and exquisite legs and tits.
He met her in a bar on Western Avenue. She was a cocktail waitress there. At first, she was real shy. It took several long months before she would agree to go out with him, and even then she had to have one of her girlfriends go with them.
But as the months progressed, Lee Kim warmed up to him. She frequently invited him over for dinner. Afterwards, they would watch television and kiss a little, but nothing too heavy.
It was a year to the day after they first met that Larry finally fucked Lee Kim. The sexual union was divine. Lee Kim was extremely passionate. She fucked him dry. Larry was very much in love with her, but one day when he went over to her apartment she was gone. No one knew where to reach her. Her disappearance was still a mystery to him.
Larry's daydreams ended when Yoko lifted off his cock and lay on her back. The horny bartender climbed on top of her and immediately sank his mighty middle leg deep into the slimy recesses of her honey pot.
His powerful strokes drove Yoko wild. She bucked her hips frantically, meeting every one of his powerful strokes with the expertise of an experienced cockswoman.
Larry grinned. "You like a good fuck, don't ya?"
Yoko smiled. Her pearly white teeth were perfect. "Yessss!"
Both of them felt wonderful inside. They knew that they would be sharing a bed quite often. When two people fuck so well together, it's only natural for them to want to hump away as many hours together as they can.
Yoko was almost there. "Harder ... harder!" she panted.
Larry increased the rapid-fire tempo of his fucking. His ass pumped up and down lewdly. Yoko's right middle finger trailed along his fanny crack and then found the puckered eye of his anus. She drove her slender digit in all the way to the hilt, exciting Larry to such an intense degree that he couldn't hold back any longer. His come shot out of his cocktip with tremendous force. Squirt after squirt of his copious slime splashed majestically against the spasming walls of Yoko's quim.
His orgasm triggered hers. She drove her finger deeper and deeper into Larry's asshole. Her teeth bit his soft neck. Her tongue licked his lips and his nostrils.
Their bodies continued slapping together. The squishy-slurping sounds of his prick frantically pounding in and out of her drenched hole was music to both of their ears.
"Ohh, honey!" Yoko cried, tearing at Larry's back with her long red fingernails.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes!" Larry groaned as he reached down and rammed his left middle finger way up her quivering bunghole.
Their bodies twitched and jerked rhythmically together for several minutes. Then the quivers slowly subsided. Their breath returned. They kissed and remained joined at the crotch. In each other's arms they fell asleep and had dreams of cunts, dicks, assholes, and balls.
When Larry awoke the next morning, his nuts were in Yoko's mouth. It was such a wonderful, delightful sensation. He gently caressed his lover's head. Yoko looked at him, but continued laving his precious family jewels.
Larry's cock grew to enormous proportions. Tiny drops of clear pre-coital fluid dripped from the flaming vermilion head. When Yoko saw the precious, sperm-containing liquid, she greedily lapped up the slimy, gooey stuff.
The rugged bartender was really digging the action. He loved to watch the delicate flower of a woman tending to his basic needs. When she lifted up on his buns, Larry helped and raised his hips. Yoko then spread his cheeks apart and licked his ass crack, spending a considerable amount of time laving his puckered bunghole. She obviously enjoyed this because she constantly mumbled out delighted words of joy.
After her tongue had been up his ass for quite a while, Larry moved his body around so that he could suck her vagina. Her twat tasted salty, but delicious. His tongue wormed its way all the way in, causing the Oriental doll to squirm and moan passionately. This went on for more than a half hour. By the end of that time, they were both more than ready to fuck.
This time they did it on their sides. Larry's cock was extremely long and he slammed it in and out of Yoko without any trouble. In this position, they were able to kiss and finger each other's rectum.
As soon as Yoko finished her second orgasm, Larry let loose and flooded her precious pussy with a hot load of his special sauce. Yoko went wild. The more he came inside her, the more she liked it. She was insatiable when it came to sex.
Larry withdrew his dripping cock from Yoko's twat and the two of them gazed into each other's eyes. They were both hungry again, but Yoko suggested that she give him a Japanese-style bath before they ate.
"Sure!" Larry said, "I can dig it!"
He followed her wiggling, naked backside into the bathroom and sat on the commode while she readied the bath. She filled the tub with tepid water and then poured in some bubble bath. This is going to be swell! Larry thought as he stroked the girl's thighs and ass.
When she was all through with the preparations, Yoko took her man's hand and helped him step into the tub. When he worked his ass down to the tub bottom and stretched his legs out, Yoko picked up a blue washcloth and soaped it up. Then she washed him from head to toe. The warm, soapy water felt wonderful. Larry closed his eyes and grooved with the entire situation.
Yoko's fingers massaged every part of him. She spent extra time when it came to washing his asshole, cock, and balls. But she also did a good job on his neck, back, arms, and legs. When she was through washing him, he felt clean, relaxed, and raring to fuck.
The Asian doll read his mind because she slipped into the tub and positioned his cock against the slit in her vulva. She gently pressed her body down and they were united once again.
They fucked slowly, dreamily, enjoying every minute of their copulatory experience. After they both came, Larry massaged Yoko's body all over, while she cleansed his cock and balls again.
By the time they got out of the tub, they were starving. They helped each other dry their hair and put on deodorant. Then, naked as two helpless babes, they marched off to the kitchen, where Yoko, with Larry's assistance, prepared a feast of rice, fish, and meat.
The hot tea they consumed with their meal soothed them. "This is really nice!" Larry said happily.
"The tea?" Yoko asked, sliding her hand into Larry's lap and stroking his contented cock.
"Well, yes, the tea is excellent!" he said, laughing, "but I meant the entire scene ... being here with you, spending the night together, eating this delicious food!"
Yoko's face lit up. "I'm so glad you having nice time! I was afraid maybe you were getting bored."
Larry stared into her eyes. "No way! I'm having one of the best times of my life."
As he said these words, Yoko gently squeezed his balls. Cold chills of ecstasy raced up and down the naked man's spine. He could feel his cock starting to twitch. It wouldn't be long until he was fucking the sensual girl again.
"Do you work today?" he asked.
"No, I have day off!"
Larry rubbed her twin turrets of perfection. "Wonderful!" he said. "I don't have to work today, either. We can do whatever we want. Go to the beach, the movies, to a museum. You name it. Whatever you want to do is fine with me."
Yoko frowned like a small child. "I don't know if you want to do what I want to do!" she said in a small voice.
"Just name it!"
"I want stay in bed all day with you!" she said meekly.
Larry's cock did several flip-flops. He got to his feet and pulled Yoko to hers. His arms wrapped around her waist and he held her as tight as he could. "Honey, there's nothing else I'd rather do today than stay in the old sack with you!"
Yoko smiled. She was a happy little girl, who had just received the most wonderful present in the world. She moved her head closer to Larry's. Their mouths opened. Their lips met. They kissed hard and long.
With their mouths still locked together and their hands on each other's genitals, the two sex-hungry lovers slowly made their way to the bedroom, where they would spend the remainder of the day acting out ah their wildest erotic fantasies.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joy had plans to have dinner and then to go see a live stage version of My Fair Lady, with Conway on Wednesday evening, but at the last minute the busy clothing salesman was called out of town. Not wanting to fuck away the night sitting on her pretty backside in front of the boob tube, Joy slipped into her sexy red dress, which was backless and slit up the sides, and drove over to the Grand Hills Lounge. She figured she'd go out with Larry after he finished his shift.
"Hello, Joe!" she said to the hairy bouncer, who met her at the front door.
"Hi, babe!" he said. "You're lookin' good!"
Joy smiled. "Thanks."
"You meetin' some of your girlfriends over here?"
"No. I'm just gonna bug Larry for a while."
"That'll be kinda hard. He ain't here tonight."
Joy was pissed. A frown crossed her face. What the hell am I going to do now? she wondered. She thought about going home. That idea didn't appeal to her. "Well, I might as well go in and check out the action!" she said.
She walked past Joe, who stared hungrily at her shapely ass, and headed for the bar counter. She sat down on a stool and checked out the scene. To her right were three young college kids. They weren't her type or age. She turned to her left. A fat drunk, with a red nose, was humming off-key to himself. Next to him was a fat woman with a hairy mole on her left cheek.
Boy, what a bunch of winners! Joy thought. She looked out and surveyed the tables. A few couples. Three old men. And a couple of whore types.
Mark, the wisecracking bartender, leaned across the bar and said, "Hey, honey, you want a drink or are you waiting for a train?"
Joy smiled. She liked Mark. Everyone did. He was a pleasant guy with a heart of gold. He was in his mid-thirties, but he looked much younger.
"Yeah, handsome, give me a screwdriver!"
Mark scratched his head. "Phillips head or regular?"
"You know, the kind with orange juice and some vodka!"
"No ice?"
"You can put some in if you like!"
"Crushed or whole?"
"Surprise me!"
Mark picked up a cocktail glass, flipped it high up in the air, caught it behind his back, and bowed. Then he filled it with ice, poured in some vodka, and then added orange juice. He handed the drink to Joy and said, "This one's on the house!"
Joy picked up the drink and said, "Here's lookin' at you, kid!" She sipped the drink and added, "You make a fine drink, mister!"
"Thanks much, ma'am!" Mark said. He was about to toss out a few more jokes when Sally called him. The comedic bartender winked at Joy and moved away.
Joy was draining the last of her drink when she felt a warm hand on her back. She turned and looked into Ralph Norton's smiling face.
"Hi, good-looking!" he said.
"Well, hello there!" Joy said happily. She was thrilled to see Ralph, not only because he was tall, blond, rugged, and handsome, but because she enjoyed his company immensely. She got to know Ralph well during the four years she worked at the library, for he worked as an athletic advisor at Petrie Park, the park next to the library.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
The buxom librarian batted her eyelashes. "I thought you'd never ask!"
"Let's go sit at a table. It's more romantic that way!" he joked.
Joy immediately got up and took Ralph's hand. They walked to the same corner booth where Yoko and Larry had been the night before. Just before Joy sat down, Ralph caressed her beautiful butt. His hand on her ass sent cold chills up and down Joy's spine. She knew she was in for an exciting, sex-filled evening. Ralph knew it, too. Horny vibes were in the air. It was a night for lovemaking.
After Sally took their order, Ralph slid his hand up Joy's leg. She didn't try to stop him when his fingers touched her silky pubic hair. After all, why should she? She was digging it as much as he was, maybe even more.
Joy could feel her cunt getting wet. She hoped that Ralph would shove some of his fingers up her snatch. He did. Four of them. It felt so exciting, to be fingerfucked in a public bar.
The drinks arrived and the two good friends clinked their glasses together. They drank heartily and then pressed their lips together. For several minutes they kissed, enjoying the taste, feel, and smell of each other.
Ralph was good with his hands. He made Joy come several times within an hour. The big-titted librarian was starry-eyed. She unzipped her friend's pants and yanked out his joy stick and whacked it back and forth rapidly. She loved the feel of his glans. It was so smooth and tender, just like the delicate skin on a baby's ass.
Their third round of drinks came and so did Ralph. His penis erupted magnificently. Joy could feel his hot gobs of come spurting against her hand, arm, and legs. The semen was nectar to her. She wiped up the slime and licked the goo. Ralph loved it. He reached under Joy's ass and shoved his middle finger up her asshole. He moved it around, feeling up the walls of her rectum.
T want to get my tongue inside you!" he said.
Joy continued to rub his now-limp dick back and forth. "And you will before the night's over!"
They kissed again. Ralph's finger continued to ream Joy's delicious-smelling bunghole; his free hand played with her juicy jugs. They were getting carried away. Ralph felt like fucking her right on top of the table.
"Let's go somewhere!" he said, panting heavily in her ear.
Joy leaned down and licked his glans, shaft, and balls. "Where?" she mumbled.
Ralph thought for a minute. Then an idea struck him. "Ifs a beautiful night. Why don't we go fuck in the park?"
"I can dig it!" Joy said, thinking what it would be like to run around bare-ass naked outdoors.
Ralph called Sally over so that he could pay his tab. "You two have a pleasant evening!" the sexy waitress said. Ralph smiled at her and stared at her cleavage. Sally leaned forward, enabling Ralph and Joy to see her blood-engorged nipples. She then turned and wiggled her pretty ass away.
"Man, she's some piece!" Ralph said.
Joy nodded her agreement. "I'll say. I wouldn't mind licking her tits!"
Ralph looked surprised. "Y-you like girls, too?"
Joy giggled. "Only the ones with nice tits and asses."
The athletic advisor's imagination ran wild. All kinds of lewd thoughts raced through his mind. He saw Joy eating out Sally's twat and Sally fucking Joy with a huge dildo. "Man, it would be a blast to get it on with two chicks at once."
"Yeah!" Joy answered dreamily.
With one clean yank, Ralph pulled his finger out of Joy's asshole. Joy then zipped up his pants and the two of them got to their feet. Hand-in-hand they left the bar and walked over to Ralph's yellow 1967 Mustang. They both got in and rolled down their windows.
"It's such a lovely night!" Ralph said, taking a deep breath and feeling wonderful to be alive.
The lustful librarian rubbed Ralph's crotch. "Right on!" She unzipped his fly and delicately withdrew his penis. While she rubbed it back and forth, Ralph started the engine and headed for Petrie Park.
They arrived there fifteen minutes later. Ralph parked the car in a secluded spot and immediately removed Joy's shoes and dress. "Oh, God!" he moaned, "you're so beautiful!" His hands roamed all over her. He felt her feet, her legs, her thighs, her vulva, her belly, her tits, her armpits, her face, her hair. She was the drug and he was the addict. He needed more and more of her to sustain himself.
When she started to seductively wiggle around the seat, he thought he'd go insane. And when she began removing his clothes, his cock jerked lewdly back and forth. Every few moments, she would lean over and lick the glans, sending electrical charges up and down his quivering spine.
"Let's run around naked!" Joy said, opening her car door and stepping out.
"Groovy!" her boyfriend answered.
He jumped out of the car and ran around to where Joy was standing. They rubbed against each other and kissed for a few minutes. Then, holding hands, they ran off towards the grassy playground. The cool grass felt delightful on their naked feet.
"It's wonderful to be alive!" Joy said, reaching for Ralph's cock and tugging on it gently.
Ralph grabbed Joy's left tit and squeezed it hard. "You can say that again!"
Joy did and they both laughed. They were the happiest people in the whole world. Their troubles, cares, woes, burdens, sorrows were all gone. Only joy and happiness filled their hearts.
When Ralph couldn't stand the incessant throbbing in his cock any longer, he grabbed Joy around the waist and stopped her from running. Lovingly, he pushed her to the ground, spread her legs wide apart, and then rammed his bone-hard middle leg deep into the exciting wetness of her furry snatch.
"I've wanted you for such a long time!" he said, breathing heavily into her ear.
Joy grunted her response. Her hips bucked up and down frantically. She was a lust-crazy animal. Her hands were clawing her mate's back. Her feet were kicking madly. She could feel the tingling spasms of orgasm beginning to titillate her exquisite body.
Ralph was a fucking-sucking machine. He bit Joy's neck and left her with several large blood-red hickeys. His tongue invaded her ear cavities, her nostrils, her armpits. Every part of her tasted delicious. He was the epicure; she was the meal. Delicious. Sensual. Tantalizing.
After they had fucked in the missionary position for a long time, they rolled over on their sides, then Joy got on top, then he took her doggie-style.
They didn't have to refer to a sex manual. Their imaginations ran wild. Ralph and Joy fucked in every imaginable position. Joy came over and over again. As for Ralph, his cock stayed hard, a steel piston of pleasure. He was a supreme cocksman.
When it was almost time for the handsome stud to shoot his wad, he climbed on top of Joy. Both of them had their eyes closed. Ralph could feel one of Joy's hands on his balls, the other on his head ... and the other on his ass.
At first it didn't phase him, but then he put one and one and one together. Three! How was it possible that Joy had three hands? When one of the fingers of the extra hand slid up his asshole, Ralph opened his eyes.
Christy giggled. "Hi!" she said. "Mind if I join your little party?"
Joy's peepers popped open. "What the hell?" she said.
"I just happened to be passing by and I saw your naked asses pumping away so I thought I'd join the action!"
Ralph's dream was coming true. Two girls! He grooved on the way Christy's finger felt up his musky-smelling bunghole. It thrilled him to think of fucking two girls.
"Take off your clothes!" he said.
Christy immediately pulled down her shorts and slipped out of her halter top. She didn't have to remove her shoes, bra, or panties because she didn't bother to wear any of those items.
Completely naked, Christy lay down on top of Ralph. Now he was sandwiched in by two naked, luscious females. His cock grew harder than it had ever been before. He couldn't hold back the floodgates of his passion much longer. Joy humped wildly below him; Christy slid provocatively above him. His hot dick drove in and out of Joy's quim faster and faster.
"Ooooooh!" he moaned.
"Feels so good!" Joy sobbed.
"Fuck me, too, please!" Christy begged.
Joy came first. She screamed and bucked her hips wildly as a mind-blowing orgasm rippled throughout her sexy body. Joy lunged her head for ward and licked Christy's chest. She loved the taste of the soft female flesh.
Ralph withdrew his prick from Joy's twitching twat and positioned his glistening cockhead against the furry slit in Christy's vulva. He jerked his ass forward and sunk his sensitive meat deep into the dark cavern of Christy's fuckhole!
"Mmmmm, ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" Christy mumbled passionately. "Your big, fat, beautiful cock feels so fucking good shoved way up my pussy!"
The athletic stud was proud of himself. He had two chicks climbing the walls. He was the best fucker there was. No wonder so many broads begged to fuck him. But he really deserved it. An expert lothario was hard to find those days.
Christy was a balling machine. Her delicate ass bounced up and down on the soft grass. Her hands reached for Joy's cunt, tits, and asshole. Her mouth licked Ralph's face, neck, and armpits. She shoved her right big toe up Joy's ass.
And then the fireworks went off. Christy's orgasm came hard and fast. Her vaginal walls trembled. Cold chills ran up and down her spine. She moaned, groaned, panted, and sighed.
Her ecstasy triggered Ralph's climax. The virile stud's balls were filled up with sticky love sap. He couldn't hold back any longer. He clamped down on Christy's ass as the white lust-goo started spurting out of his prick.
With every spurt that shot into her womb, Christy clawed wildly at Ralph's back. Joy joined in the merriment by licking every bit of raw flesh in sight. Her tongue lingered when it got to Christy's warm tits. Yes, Joy was a tit-woman. She loved to feel hard nipples pressed against her soft flesh. It was a sensation that she found most enjoyable.
"Oh, Ralph ... oh, Joy!" Christy sobbed, "I love being with both of you. I want to fuck both of you forever and ever!"
Ralph grunted some unintelligible words. All the while he continued his quick fucking assault. With every move he made, he could feel more and more delightful spasms in his cock. God, he was the happiest man in the whole fucking world. Fucking two comely twats was the zenith of excitement. All of his male friends would freak out when he told them about his sexual encounters at the park.
Even after Ralph's limp cock plopped out of Christy's come-filled cunt, the lust-crazy girl kept bucking and rocking her hips. She wanted more and more. To satisfy her, Joy shoved her tongue up her co-worker's pussy. Christy loved it. Joy's red rag knew all the right places to lick and lave. Christy's little nub of pleasure, her tender clit, grew larger and larger.
"Ohh, that feels so nice!" Christy moaned. She grabbed Joy's head with both her hands and ran her fingers through the librarian's hair. "Yesss, yesss, keep doing that. I love your tongue on my clit!"
Joy heard where she was coming from ... and she loved it, too. Christy's cunt tasted so fresh. Joy grooved on Ralph's slimy come. It dripped out all over her face. Combined with Christy's lubricating fluids, the delicious liquid ooze was the best drink she ever ingested.
Christy's hips rolled and rocked. She moved her hands from Joy's head and trailed them down to her friend's giant droopers. Joy groaned when she felt her sex mate's hands on her boobs.
"Yes, baby!" she mumbled between juicy snatch slurps, "squeeze my tits hard. Pinch them. Be as rough as you want!"
Christy and Ralph both went crazy. They pulled, pinched, and tugged on Joy's top balls. The librarian screamed out her approval. "God, that feels so fucking good!" She intensified her cuntsucking ministrations, causing Christy to orgasm once again.
"Jesus!" Christy roared, "you're driving me crazy!"
By now Ralph was hard again. He wanted to fuck the first available hole he could sink his cock into. It was Christy's bunghole. Yes, the delicious asshole was quickly plugged by Ralph's rigid rod. He could feel her sphincter muscles trying to dislodge his weapon of lust, but he kept on pushing, forcing his way into one of the most delightful chambers on earth!
At first Christy thought Ralph's cock was going to tear her in half, but gradually the sharp pain turned to glorious pleasure. Christy's rectum walls were buttery smooth. They gripped onto Ralph's cock and wouldn't let go. He was getting one of the best fucks of his life.
His pleasure was intensified when Joy licked his quivering asshole. Ah, yes, he was in a kinky paradise, a Utopia where even the most perverted, weird dreams came true.
The three lovers rolled all around the soft grass. Even though the night was cool, they were sweating profusely. Their hair was damp, their armpits drenched. But they didn't mind in the least. The smell of one another's sweat turned the three of them on even more. Yes, their body odors served as potent aphrodisiacs.
The hot fucking-sucking session lasted for over an hour. By the time it was over, the three lovers were tired, worn out, satiated. But they were happy. They fell asleep in each other's arms, wishing that their bodies could remain united for a million years.
Fortunately, Joy woke up at about five a.m. It would be getting light soon and it surely wouldn't have done any of their reputations much good to be found naked in the park. Joy tickled Ralph's balls and Christy's twat. Slowly, the two sleepyheads opened their eyes.
Joy leaned over and sniffed Ralph's balls. They smelled of sweat and sex. She licked the underside, gradually raising her tongue higher until it touched the firm shaft. Ralph's cock rose to the occasion. Soon it was completely erect.
Once Ralph was ready to get it on again, Joy leaned over a bit farther and sucked on Christy's clit and pussy. The assistant librarian mewed passionately.
Ralph glanced at his watch. "We still have a little time to screw and eat each other out before it gets light."
"Then let's do it!" Christy pleaded. "I'm so horny. If you don't fuck me again and suck my tits, I'll go crazy."
Before Christy could say another word, Ralph shoved his swollen shaft of male pleasure into her mouth. Joy giggled. "You sure have a mouthful!" she said, starting to rub Ralph's muscular back and rear-end.
Ralph reached out with his right hand and played with Joy's twitching box. His fingers slipped past her outer cunt lips and entered the slimy world of her sex.
"You're wetter than a dog's nose!" Ralph joked.
Christy sucked lovingly on Ralph's dork. With her hands she played with his nuts and asshole. Ralph gently rocked back and forth, causing Christy to take more and more of his cock down her throat all the time.
Joy stared at Ralph's cock sliding in and out of Christy's orifice. It looked so beautiful. She wished she had a camera with her so that she could capture the moment forever. It would have made a great picture for her bedroom wall.
After a while Joy said, "Fuck my mouth for a while!"
The muscular stud withdrew his prick from Christy's saliva-filled mouth and shoved the mighty member into Joy's yap. She greedily sucked on his whang, making sure not to hurt it with her teeth.
Still wanting more, Christy bent her head down and sucked on Ralph's huge balls. His pubic hair tickled her nose and made her giggle. She loved what she was doing. And she hoped that the three of them would get it on again in the near future.
Ralph never wanted to stop fucking Joy's mouth, but since the sun would be up soon, he decided that it was time to unload his spunk. "I'mmmmm commmmmimiinnnngggg!" he shouted.
Joy braced herself, for she knew that within seconds a creamy mess of white glop would be spurting into her mouth. She breathed heavily, craving the sperm sauce which she never could seem to get enough of.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Ralph groaned as his jizm splattered against the far walls of Joy's throat.
Christy licked his balls rapidly and her right middle finger wormed its way up his tingling asshole. This was an orgasm supreme. The three of them enjoyed it immensely.
Ralph's body trembled. He was ecstatic. Even after he quit coming, Joy refused to let go of his prick, so much did she love having the warm thing in her mouth. And Christy, the sensuous tart who could give a zombie an erection, kept on licking his nuts.
"Oh, God!" Ralph moaned, "I feel so fucking righteous, just like I'm a king or something!"
Christy slowly moved her tongue away from his nuts. "You are a king!" she said, saliva dribbling down her chin. "You're the King of Petrie Park!"
Ralph beat his chest and then flexed his arms. Joy let his dong plop out of her mouth. The three of them laughed. "Come, girls," Ralph said, standing between Joy and Christy and inserting his middle fingers up their tender assholes, "let's retreat to my vehicle before we are spotted by some early risers."
Christy scooped up her clothes and the three of them walked towards Ralph's Mustang.
"What time do you girls have to be at work?" Ralph asked after they were all dressed.
"Twelve-thirty!" Joy said.
"Same as me!" Ralph said, smiling. "Why don't we all crash over at my pad?"
The girls agreed, but when Joy unzipped Ralph's pants and stroked his organ until it was hard the three of them realized that they wouldn't be getting much sleep that day!
CHAPTER NINE
For several weeks after her mini-orgy with Ralph and Christy, Joy was on a natural high, but slowly her mood changed until she was totally blue. Work became a drag; she didn't go out of her apartment at night; everything was all fucked up.
Christy hated to see her good friend down in the dumps. "I want you to talk to an old buddy of mine!" she said to Joy on a cheerful, bright Monday morning. "He'll help you get your act together."
Joy frowned. "I don't feel like talking to anyone!"
Christy placed her hand on Joy's tender ass. "Come on, honey, do it for me. Just talk to Morris. It won't do any harm."
The big-titted librarian shrugged her shapely shoulders and said, "Oh, all right."
The following morning, at nine-sharp, Joy entered the plush reception room of Dr. Morris Carlson, a hip psychologist who was good-looking enough to be a movie star.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked the shapely brunette receptionist, whose slight overbite added to her erotic charms.
"Yes," Joy mumbled. "I'm Joy Alberson. I have a nine o'clock appointment with Dr. Carlson."
The receptionist stared at Joy's cleavage. "Have a seat. He'll be able to see you in a minute."
Joy plopped her gorgeous ass down on the leather couch. She picked up a copy of Psychology Today and started reading about paranoid schizophrenics. Just when she got to the section about manic depression, the receptionist said, "The doctor will see you now."
When she placed the magazine down and stood up, Joy felt a little dizzy. She was scared. It bothered her to think that she was going to see a psychologist.
Fuck, I'm not crazy or anything like that, she thought. I'm down because I can't find a man to love, my Mr. Right, my knight in shining armor!
She walked to the door. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then opened it.
Morris smiled at Joy. He immediately imagined what she would look like buck-naked. An evil leer crossed his handsome face when he stared at Joy's crotch and hips.
Joy was attracted sexually to Morris. His broad shoulders and narrow waist impressed her. His gray hair was very distinguished. And those blue eyes seemed to burn holes through her.
"Christy told me you've been blue lately."
Joy nodded her head up and down. "Yeah. You know how it is, you can't be happy all the time."
"But we should all make a conscious effort to try!" the doctor said emphatically.
The librarian was glad when Morris stood up because she was able to stare at his groin; she liked what she saw-his cock was trying to burst out of his expensive gray slacks.
"Lie down on the couch!" Morris said.
Joy was glad to do what he commanded. She lay on the leather couch and spread her legs far apart, making sure that her skirt hiked up all the way to her panties.
Morris maintained his professional manner as he sat down in the chair adjacent to the sofa. He picked up a note pad and a pencil. Then he tossed out dozens of questions, many of them extremely personal.
Even though the sensuous librarian realized that Morris was prying, she didn't mind in the least. It turned her on to tease the psychologist. She knew that before long, his big prick would be lodged up her fragrant pleasure hole.
The hour session flew by rapidly. Morris got to his feet and went to his intercom. He pressed down a button and said, "Marge, hold all calls and tell my patients that I'm running an hour late. I have some important things to go over with Miss Alberson ... and I don't want to be disturbed!"
Joy knew what was coming. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her panties. The psychologist eyeballed her closely. When she slipped out of her dress and exposed her furry bush and pendulous jugs, Morris gasped. After he regained his composure, he quickly slipped out of his clothes.
He looked magnificent naked. Joy knew that she was in for one hell of a good time. For the time being her depression was gone. All she could think about was having a good fuck!
"Do you do this with all your patients?" Joy joked as the doctor walked towards her, his cock bouncing up and down lewdly.
Morris grinned. "No! Just Christy and you!"
Joy knew he was full of shit, but she didn't give a damn. All she wanted was to feel his prick rammed up her snatch. It didn't matter to her how many cunts he had plugged before.
"When I get through fucking you, you'll never be depressed again!" Morris bragged.
"And when I'm through balling you, you won't be able to move for an hour!" Joy said brazenly.
They both laughed. Morris then climbed on top of Joy. He slid his dribbling cock all over her tender body. Joy loved it when he shoved his dick under her left arm. She bent her arm so it pressed against Morris's whang, enabling him to fuck her armpit.
"Jesus! this feels out of sight!" the doctor said, pumping his ass madly and feeling up Joy's tits and cunt with his greedy paws. "I can't wait to fuck all your other holes!"
"Which ones?" Joy asked playfully.
The panting doctor replied, "Your asshole, mouth, cunt, nostrils, ears!"
God! Joy thought, I've got a sexual madman screwing me ... and I dig it!
After fucking both armpits for more than thirty minutes, Morris positioned his bone-hard banana between Joy's juicy jugs. The girl pressed her tits together, which intensified Morris's pleasure. He moaned and groaned loudly as he sawed his schlong back and forth over her creamy-smooth chest.
Just moments before he felt as if he were going to shoot his wad, Joy pressed down on the tip of his wiener and stopped him from coming. Morris was grateful, for he didn't want to end their little party too soon.
"Can I lick your asshole?" he asked, the way a small child asks his mother if he can have some candy.
Joy gently squeezed his tingling nuts and mewed, "Yessss!"
The psychologist helped Joy turn over onto her stomach. When her beautiful ass was staring him in the face, Morris went ape. Quickly, he bent his head down and flicked his tongue out. Joy's ass crack tasted slightly salty, but delicious. And when the doctor's tongue pressed against her quivering anus, the two of them groaned passionately.
Joy contracted and expanded her sphincter muscle. The more she did this, the harder the doctor tried to worm his red rag up her old dirt road.
This tongue-up-the-asshole game went on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, Joy was so turned on that she couldn't stand it any longer. "You've got to fuck me," she pleaded as she turned over on her back.
"Yes, baby, that's what I'm going to do!" Morris said as he placed the hard glistening tip of his prick against the slimy wet slit in Joy's perfumed vulva.
Joy's hands encircled the horny doctor's body. Her fingers squeezed his firm ass cheeks and pressed them towards her. This added fuel to Morris's fire. He pushed down hard and rammed his mighty member deep into the dark, steamy recesses of Joy's hot-box.
"Ooooh! Ahhhh! Feels so nice!" Joy moaned as her fingers teased the puckered eye of die psychologist's ass.
Morris went wild. He bucked his hips wildly. Joy responded to each of his forceful pumps. Their bellies slapped together as they perfectly performed the age-old dance of love.
"Oh, baby ... oh, baby!" Morris moaned.
"Harder ... fuck me harder!" Joy begged.
Dr. Morris Carlson really went to work on Joy then. His hands squeezed, pinched, kneaded, and tickled her twin peaks of perfection. Then he played with her ass and clit. Joy went crazy when the doctor quickened the pace of his rapid-fire fucking.
As the hard cock plunged in and out of her, Joy closed her eyes. A beautiful, serene vision delighted her. She saw hundreds of naked bodies-male, female, young, and old. The undressed people were hugging and kissing one another. Their cocks and cunts were beautiful to see. Tranquility and peace were in the air. Love was all around. A wide grin appeared on Joy's face.
"What's so amusing?" Morris asked. "Am I balling you funny?"
"No, no, darling!" Joy said, kissing the highly paid doctor full on the lips. "You are an angel for making me feel so good and relaxed. I feel like I'm in heaven. Nothing can harm me when you're inside me." Joy then contracted her cunt muscles. Morris loved the tightness of his sex companion's drenched twat.
"You fuck well!" Morris said.
Joy looked into his eyes. She kissed his cheeks and his nose. "Thanks. Is Christy as good as me?"
The doctor smiled. "That's confidential information, my dear. What goes on between me and my patients is private."
"Well, Christy told me that you like to fuck her up the ass. That doesn't sound too private to me!" Morris laughed. "Why, that little bigmouth!"
"She also said that you like to fuck her between the boobs and then jizm in her face!"
"I do enjoy that!" the doctor admitted. Before Morris could say another word, Joy pressed her mouth tightly against his. She could feel his heart beating rapidly. His tongue invaded her orifice and licked her gums, palate, teeth, and lips. Their saliva mixed freely. It was a splendid fucking session. No inhibitions stood in the way of their total enjoyment of each other.
The doctor glanced at his digital watch and immediately started increasing the tempo of his fornicating. "Try to come as soon as you can, honey!" he said. "I hate to rush you, but my patients must be getting restless."
Joy smiled. "You fucking doctors are all a-like!" she joked. Then she didn't say anything. Instead, she fucked Morris as hard and as fast as she could. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm going to come!" she moaned.
"Me, too!" the doctor panted, bucking his hips wildly and clawing at his lover's back.
Just as Joy's cunt began to twitch and spasm violently, the good doctor's prick began to spray its white gooey sperm sauce against the far walls of the huge-titted librarian's twat. "God!" Joy wailed, "you're driving me crazy!"
They lay locked together at the groin for several moments after their simultaneous orgasms. Just as they were about to separate, the office door flew open and Marge walked in. She closed the door behind her and walked towards the surprised couple.
"W-what are y-you doing in here, Marge? I-I told you, I-I didn't want to be disturbed!" Morris stuttered.
Marge started to unbutton her blouse. Soon it was off and the joined-at-the-crotch duo were studying her beautiful boobs.
"I just wanted to tell you that your next two patients had to leave. They'll be back this afternoon. I figured I'd come in here and help you entertain Joy!"
Joy and Morris smiled. The psychologist could feel his cock growing large again; Joy felt the growth, too. Marge, not wanting to be left out, stripped completely and wiggled over to the leather couch. She knelt down and licked the fucking couple's bodies. They were both damp with sweat, but Marge didn't mind in the least. She loved getting it on with two people at once, especially when one of the individuals involved was a good-looking piece of ass like Joy.
"Lick my tits!" the librarian whispered hoarsely.
Marge didn't need a second invitation. She immediately went to work sucking and licking Joy's giant jugs. Joy particularly dug the way Marge teased her taut nipples.
"Suck them hard!" Joy begged.
The receptionist was jazzed beyond words. Her hands were everywhere. Morris moaned when her right middle finger slid easily up his quivering bunghole, and when her left hand squeezed his sensitive nuts, he gasped loudly.
Since the couch was too small for the three of them to lie on comfortably, Morris and Joy, still locked at the crotch, moved to the floor. The red shag carpeting felt soothing on their sexually turned-on bods.
Marge trailed her big tits over her two sex partners. Her soft globes of flesh were alive with burning energy. Joy and Morris sucked and nibbled on them whenever they were in mouth's reach.
Morris studied his shapely receptionist's body. He remembered the first time he met her-the time he hired her. She was wearing a micro-skirt. Every time she bent over, which she seemed to do quite often, he could see her black silk panties and the delicious curve of her shapely ass.
"Do you enjoy working with people?" the doctor had asked her.
She crossed her legs and the doctor could see black wisps of curly pubic hair sticking out from beneath her underwear. He wanted to throw her onto the floor and make love to her passionately.
When he said, "I think you'll do just fine!" she let out an excited yelp of joy and threw her arms around him. The doctor's penis immediately began to rise. He felt up her back and then let his hands play with her soft behind. She didn't even stop him when he slid his hands down her panties and teased her ass crack and anus.
Minutes later, his huge hard-on was exploring the wet darkness of her wick burner. They kissed, sucked, and fucked the day away. And from that time on they had been having wonderful sexual relations.
Joy kissed Morris on the mouth as hard as she could. The slight pain he felt in his lips brought him back to the present. He had two sensual, provocative, horny chicks with him; they were both nude and quite willing to do whatever he asked of them.
Lascivious thoughts flashed through his well-educated mind. "Why don't you girls play with each other while I masturbate and watch!" he said.
Joy and Marge both liked the idea. Morris quickly yanked his juice-covered cock out of Joy's trembling twat and moved away from the girls. His hand immediately grabbed onto his dork, which he stroked back and forth rapidly.
The lust-crazed librarian's gams were spread wide apart. Marge took advantage of this and positioned her head between her new girlfriend's parted thighs. The smell of Joy's sex drove Marge crazy with desire. Her tongue invaded Joy's precious honey pot and sucked up all the sticky goo that remained from Morris's fiery orgasm.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" Joy pleaded.
Marge was ravenous. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth like a lizard's. She couldn't get enough of Joy's delicious body.
"Y-you smell so good!" Marge mumbled.
Joy gently rolled her hips. Her hands played with Marge's long tresses. The receptionist's hair was silky-soft. Joy wanted to feel her lover's long locks tickling her entire body, so she took a handful of the hair and rubbed her tits with it. Marge soon caught on to what she was doing. She moved up slowly and let Joy rub the black hair all over herself.
While this was going on, Morris continued to beat himself off furiously. He loved watching the two beauties play with each other. He felt like they were the slaves and he were the master. They were doing what he wanted-playing with each other.
"Stick your fingers in each other's cunt!" he shouted.
Marge and Joy immediately did as they were ordered. Both of their nookies were sopping-wet. The slimy feeling of a turned-on pussy thrilled both of them.
"Now go down on each other!" Morris commanded.
As soon as his words had faded away, the girls got into the sixty-nine position. They lovingly gazed into each other's sex hole and then, at the same instant, they licked each other's clit. The little sex nubs grew and grew until they both resembled miniature penises.
"While you're doing that, stick your fingers up each other's asshole!"
Again his command was carried out at once. Joy and Marge loved fingerfucking each other. Their rectums spasmed and their cunts throbbed.
Morris didn't want to come in the air, so he quickly approached the girls. He lay down on top of them and rubbed his cock against every part of their bodies. They showed their appreciation by kissing his nuts, dick, legs, back, ass, and feet.
"Who should I fuck first?" he asked.
"Me!" Marge blurted out. "You fuck my pussy while I lick out Joy's cunt."
Seconds later, Morris was pushing his pulsating pecker in and out of Marge's quivering quim. Her cunt walls held tightly onto his large dork. In and out he pumped, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
After a few minutes, Marge moaned passionately. The ultimate lust feeling was approaching. She was going to come soon. So was Morris. He pounded her savagely, feeling the hot semen welling up in his titanic nuts.
"Darling, I'm commmiiinnngggg!" Marge gasped, slapping her belly against Morris's and tongue-lapping Joy's twat.
Soon it was Morris's turn. The come spurted from his mighty glans and splattered against Marge's spongy cervix. They both had their eyes tightly shut.
"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, mmmmm!" Morris groaned.
The psychologist reached out and plunged three of his fingers into Joy's jing-jang. She responded by fucking his fingers wildly. She wanted to climax with them, so she diddled her own clit and greedily licked Marge's ass.
Joy's ministrations paid off. A glorious orgasm exploded throughout her body, causing her to buck, shake, and tremble. She screamed loudly and pressed her mouth against Marge's muff. The musky cunt odors intensified her orgasm.
The three sex partners rolled around the floor, hugging, squeezing, and fondling one another. Even after their climaxes subsided, they still continued to feel and grope.
Finally, they stopped moving. Morris, with one hand on Joy's tits and the other hand on Marge's boobs, sighed. "This was one of the best sessions I've ever had!"
Marge grinned from ear to ear. "Me, too!" she said.
Joy smiled, but her heart was still filled with sorrow. Sure, she enjoyed fucking around with Morris, Marge, and dozens of other people ... but she didn't have Mr. Right. Morris was no help in that department. She felt that he was a nice guy and all that, but he didn't have the power to make her happy after the loving was over.
While Marge licked Joy's clit and Morris nibbled on her tits, the lustful librarian thought about all the happily married people she knew. Their life had meaning. They were working together for themselves and their children. Ah, yes, kids! Joy wanted some of her own. Sometimes she was tempted to stop using the pill just so she could get knocked up and give birth to a cute little baby. But she always chickened out. Bringing a kid into the world without a father just wasn't right, Joy reasoned.
Before she could completely bum herself out, Morris shoved his semi-rigid prick into her soaked snatch. Electrical feelings of carnal lust zipped every which-way throughout her body.
"Ready to fuck again?" Morris asked.
Joy tried to ignore the lump which was forming in her throat; she held back the tears of sorrow and self-pity which would have depressed her two companions. "Yes!" she purred. "I'm always ready for a good fuck!"
Morris's cock was as hard as steel now. He pumped his weapon of lust in all the way to the hilt. Joy gasped loudly. When Marge's tongue licked her tit cleavage, the librarian's cares suddenly flew out of the room. Sex was all that mattered to her then ... and nothing could change that until she once again experienced a devastating mind-blowing orgasm!
CHAPTER TEN
All of Joy's friends were concerned about her almost constant state of depression, so they decided to throw her a big surprise party to try to make her cheerful, vibrant, and energetic again. They figured the best place to hold the party was at the library.
The big day had arrived. It was Saturday. Since the library was closed on Sunday, the soiree could go on for as long as the partygoers wished. Everything was planned. At precisely five o'clock, thirty minutes before the library closed, Bob Johnson, the blue-eyed, muscular messenger clerk, walked over to Joy's desk and said, "Hi, cutie, Mr. Hastings wants to see you in his office."
Oh, fuck, Joy thought, what does Marshall want with me now? I just want to go home and sleep.
She got to her feet slowly and stared at the huge bulge in Bob's pants. Some lawyer he's going to make; he'll probably ball all his female clients!
As Joy walked away from him, Bob stared hungrily at her ass. He knew it wouldn't be much longer until he'd be fucking her on one of the hard library tables.
Joy knocked on Marshall's door. "Come in!" he bellowed. She opened the door and entered her boss's office. He had a big grin on his face and a large bottle of champagne on his desk.
"You wanted to see me," Joy said, wishing that she were home in bed, alone.
"Close the door and sit down next to me. We have some celebrating to do!"
Joy did as she was told. When she was seated next to Marshall she asked, "What are we celebrating?"
"My birthday!"
"But that's not for five months!"
"I believe in starting early! Do you mind?"
Joy giggled. Marshall opened the bottle; the cork flew off and hit the ceiling. They both laughed as Marshall filled two tall glasses with the bubbly liquid.
They clicked their glasses together.
"Happy birthday!" Joy said.
Marshall winked. "Here's mud in your eye!"
The two of them quickly drained their glasses. Marshall refilled them. This went on for almost an hour. By that time, the entire bottle was empty.
"Another dead soldier!" Marshall said, dropping the empty bottle into the trash container. He put his arms around the comely librarian and squeezed her tightly. Joy felt his right hand traveling up her thighs. His left hand was busy palming her juicy jugs.
"It's time to go home!" Joy said, looking at her watch and realizing that it was thirty minutes past closing time.
Marshall grinned. He knew that the others were ready by now. Joy was in for the surprise of her life. "You're right!" he said, "m walk you to your car!"
The two of them got up and walked towards the door. Marshall had to cop one righteous feel before sharing her with the others, so he lifted up her short skirt, pulled down her red panties, and shoved his left middle finger way up her moist cunt. His right index finger wormed its way up her musky-smelling bunghole.
"Mr. Hastings, I do believe you're invading my privacy!" Joy joked.
Marshall wanted to unzip his pants and slip Joy his cock, but he knew he'd have to wait a while. Instead, he kissed her passionately on the mouth and withdrew his fingers from her bottom orifices. As Joy opened the door, Marshall licked his fingers, just as if he'd eaten the best chicken dinner in the world.
Joy knew something wasn't right. The library was too still and dark. Chills ran up and down her spine. She tried to figure out what was wrong. Finally it hit her. All the shades were drawn ... and the lights were all turned off.
"Dark in here!" Marshall whispered into her ear.
The depressed librarian reached for the light switch. She turned it on. Just as she did, a myriad of voices shouted, "SURPRISE!"
Joy was stunned. She saw Larry, Christy, Robin, Bob, Conway, Ralph, Yoko, Marge, and Morris. But the amazing part was that they were all stark naked.
"I-I d-don't believe this!" Joy said, turning to face Marshall. When she did, her mouth fell wide open. Her boss was dropping his pants. He wasn't wearing shorts, so his big fat cock was lewdly bouncing every which-way.
The naked crowd slowly approached Joy. They all had lustful expressions on their faces. The men's pricks were all hard and dribbling pre-coital fluid. The women's nipples were erect, and their pussies glistened, informing everyone who looked that they were wet enough to fuck.
Soon Joy felt hands all over her body. She felt like a lump of sugar being ravaged by a hungry horde of ants. First her blouse was removed, then her shoes, then her nylons, then her skirt, and then her panties.
Joy could feel the excitement in the air. This was the first real orgy she'd been to. It turned her on.
The crowd started chanting, "For she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a jolly good fellow!" Joy laughed, but her happy look changed to a horny one when Larry knelt down and licked her between the thighs. Her sensitive nub of lust grew and grew until it was half an inch long. Larry laved it as if it were the most precious body part in the world.
Joy ran her fingers through Larry's thick brown hair. This spurred the bartender on. His tongue wormed its way deep into Joy's dripping twat.
The others watched Larry eat out Joy. They clapped their hands when he made her twist and squirm. Then a new, pleasant sensation distracted Joy. Christy's tongue was licking out her puckered anus. Joy swayed her hips from side to side. She couldn't believe what was happening. All she knew was that it was too fucking good to be true.
Marshall leaned over and sucked her massive right tit. Morris laved her left one, while Marge sucked her toes. Yoko massaged her legs and thighs.
"Ohhhhh! you're driving me crazy!" Joy moaned. After she said that all hell broke loose. The men carried her over to the special reading room and laid her on the large blue couch. Marshall climbed on top of her and inserted his gigantic gristle-hunk deep into her pussy. He then rolled over so that they were on their sides. In this position, Larry was able to slowly work his prick up Joy's back hole.
"Jesus!" Joy sobbed as Larry's cock pushed its way deep up her asshole. She felt as if she were going to be torn in half, but the pleasure was more intense than the pain. It felt so good to have both her cunt and her asshole plugged at the same time.
She opened her mouth and moved her hips wildly. Suddenly, a throbbing cock was inched into her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw a grinning Bob. He had climbed over the back of the couch so that he could get a blow job from the woman he lusted after. Joy was happy to service him. She had always wanted to taste his semen and now she would get the chance.
The couch was too crowded for the others to join in. Therefore, they amused themselves by fucking and sucking one another. While Morris rammed his bone-hard prick in and out of Marge's soggy slot, he fingerfucked a panting Christy and goosed a giggling Yoko. The three women touched one another all over while the kindly doctor serviced them.
Conway was busy playing with Robin's succulent tits. First, he trailed his wet tongue around her right nipple, then around her left one. Her areolas got darker and darker as more hot red blood was pumped to her heaving chest.
"This is some place you work at!" Conway said.
Robin tickled his nuts and slid one of her fingers up his tight asshole. He grunted and she laughed. "You could always give up the clothing business and work here as a messenger clerk."
Conway laughed. "That would be most enjoyable. Especially if I could fuck you on my breaks!"
Robin guided the older man's throbbing tally whacker into the heart of her vulva. She shivered when she felt his glans pressing against her sopping-wet cunthole.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she pleaded.
The clothing salesman slammed his body down hard. First, his cockhead pushed its way into the wet darkness of Robin's beautiful twat; then the shaft worked its way in all the way up to his tingling balls.
"Oh, God!" Robin mewed. "It feels so nice to have your cock inside me. Will you fuck my asshole later?"
The man laughed wickedly. "I'll fuck every inch of you!"
Robin was content with his answer. She slapped her belly against her lover's. They fucked faster and faster, until Robin tensed up and moaned, "I'm coming, darling ... I'm coming!"
That was all that Conway wanted to hear. He greatly increased his staccato-style pumping and brought on his own climax. The come gushed out of his prick, splashing against the walls of Robin's spasming twat.
While they squirmed, rubbed, and caressed, Yoko was busy eating out Christy's twat. The two girls hit it off magnificently. Christy loved the way the Asian girl tenderly laved her sensitive pussy. And Yoko was in heaven. The blonde assistant librarian's cunt was the freshest and sweetest that she'd ever tasted.
Morris pulled his prick out of Marge's hot-box and pulled Yoko towards him. The Oriental doll continued to suck Christy's crotch, while the doctor plunged his prick deep into Yoko's snatch. She groaned and intensified her sucking attack on Christy.
Marge was left without a body to fuck, so she began licking everyone in sight. First Morris's asshole, then Yoko's, then Christy's. After her anal lavings were completed, Marge sucked the doctor's nuts, then Yoko's tits, then Christy's. She sucked and licked every part of their bodies. It turned her on, and it did wonders for her three companions, too. The more they were licked, the higher their passions soared.
To repay Marge, Yoko and Christy went to work on her pussy. They played with it until the receptionist was panting like a wild beast in heat. After ten minutes, her body was wracked with one tremendous orgasm after another.
It was a beautiful moment. Just as Marge started to come, Morris shot his sticky wad of hot semen into Yoko's twat. The Oriental girl was ecstatic. She rocked and rolled her hips frantically. Her hands sought out Christy's cunt. Soon she had the blonde sexpot in the throes of orgasm.
The entire room was full of lascivious pants, groans, and moans. There wasn't a spectator in the house. Everyone was taking part in the wild, frenetic orgy. Come dripped out of twats and mouths. The smell of sex was everywhere.
Joy was thrilled to think that all of these wonderful people would go to the trouble of throwing her a surprise party. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was bawling her eyes out, yet she was happy.
Upon her request, Marshall, Bob, and Larry had withdrawn their rigid cocks from her various orifices and had formed a line. She told them all to jack off and then to splatter their hot come onto her face.
It was a lewd spectacle. The three men, their cocks in hand, were jerking themselves off frantically. Joy leaned forward, watching intently, trying to figure out which man would spray his semen against her kisser first.
Bob roared like a savage jungle beast; then his body grew rigid. Joy stared at his balls. They were hard and compact. His penis was twitching uncontrollably ... and then the semen assault. Gush after gush of his spunk spurted out of his cock and splashed against Joy's face. The come felt warm as it hit her forehead and trickled down.
The horny librarian opened her mouth and felt some of the warm slime enter her orifice. It tasted tart and very delicious.
Marshall and Larry were fascinated. They watched as Joy licked up Bob's slimy goo. "Mmmmmm!" Joy moaned. "More....I want more come on my face!"
This made Larry and Marshall work harder. They beat their meat as hard as they could. Larry cupped his own balls, trying to make himself climax faster.
Marshall rocked his hips back and forth. Larry swayed from side to side. Faster and faster they stroked themselves, watching Joy constantly.
Bob's cock was still semi rigid. Since he was young and virile, he figured he was good for another orgasm quite soon; therefore, the stud gently started whacking off again. It was amazing-in less than a couple of minutes, he was hard as a rock again. Joy was amazed.
But before Bob could shoot his wad all over her once more, Larry shouted. "I'm commmiiinnngggg!" His glistening cockhead erupted. Molten semen shot out of the tiny aperture in his glans and spurted against Joy's cute little nose. The librarian grabbed her own clit and rubbed it frantically, trying to make herself come. And she did, just as the white sperm sauce jetted from Marshall's prick and splattered against her cheeks and mouth.
Joy's face was covered with Bob's, Larry's, and Marshall's jizm. The sex-hungry wench was ecstatic. She rubbed the creamy slime all over her puss, filling up her pores with the white spunk.
Bob's hips rocked back and forth at a rapid pace. It was obvious that the muscular young man was almost ready to unload his sticky love cream once more.
Joy figured she'd help him along. She moved her mouth close to his glans. She opened wide and closed her eyes. With her right hand she played with Bob's balls and sensitive anus. The stud groaned and bucked his hips madly.
"Tuck, I'm gonna come in your mouth!" he shouted. Seconds later he did. Considering he had come only minutes before, it was amazing how much sperm juice shot out of his mighty reamer.
Wanting to prove that they were as potent as their younger companion, Larry and Marshall went to work on their pricks again. They stroked them back and forth, trying to get hard as fast as they could.
Marshall was having a little difficulty at first, but soon after he stuck his fingers into Joy's damp hole, his cock began to rise rapidly.
"Two can play at that game!" Larry joked, shoving his right middle finger deep into Joy's fragrant-smelling asshole.
This drove the librarian up the wall. She sawed her hips back and forth, grooving on the fingers that invaded her orifices.
Within five minutes, Marshall and Larry were both splashing more spunk all over Joy's pretty, come-stained face.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, wiping the goo around her face with her hands. "This is the best party I've ever been to."
The four of them looked towards the center of the library when they heard Yoko scream, "Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good."
Christy was wearing a huge, vein-covered dildo, and she was reaming it in and out of Yoko's steaming snatch. The Oriental girl was going crazy; her hands were clawing Christy's back and her feet were kicking wildly.
While the two girls were involved in their hot lesbo action, Robin and Morris was fucking in the doggie position. Robin's huge tits hung down and swayed provocatively. The doctor played with them. He squeezed them hard, causing Robin to cry out in delicious agony.
Marge and Ralph were locked in the sixty-nine position. The muscular stud's tongue was traveling deep into the dark recesses of Marge's dripping cunt, which was turning the girl on to such a degree that she was bobbing and weaving her body uncontrollably.
Ralph's thick cock was knocking against the back of the comely receptionist's deep throat. She didn't gag or choke, though, for she was an experienced cocksucker. Working for Morris had definitely paid. He taught her to suck cock with the best of them.
The library was alive with the sound of fucking and sucking. The orgy participants were having the ball of their lives. Every few minutes someone else was coming. It was a glorious occasion for all involved.
Joy studied the faces of all the men in the room. She had fucked them all. They were all good. Their cocks had all made her orgasm. Their fingers had explored her cunt and her asshole. Their tongues had tasted her tits, her armpits, her feet.
But would any of them make her happy forever? That was the question that was bugging the hell out of her. If only one of these virile dudes was Mr. Right!
Joy and her three male fucking-sucking companions joined the rest of the crowd in the center of the library. Everyone formed a huge circle around Joy, the girl of the hour.
It was a thrilling experience for the lustful librarian. All she could see were tits, cocks, balls, cunts, and asses. "I feel like I'm participating in a porno movie!" she said. Her friends laughed. They were fondling themselves and one another. Joy followed their lead. She shoved one of her fingers up her cunt. It felt so nice to diddle herself in front of all the people she knew.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. At first, Joy was a bit startled, but then she realized that Yoko was taking Polaroid pictures of the festivities.
The men beat their meat so their cocks would look big in the photographs. As for the chicks, they spread their creamy thighs apart so Yoko could take close-up shots of their snatches.
T want some pictures of the men fucking me!" Joy said, feeling herself starting to orgasm.
While she was coming, Marshall plugged her twat with his mighty prick. This intensified the girl's climax. She tore at her boss's back, causing him to bleed slightly, but he didn't mind because he was having the time of his life.
Yoko took pictures of all the men screwing Joy. And when that was done, she took more shots of the dudes fucking the other broads. Everyone got turned on watching the pictures develop before their eyes. The shots were lewd, yet they were beautiful.
Robin grabbed the camera from Yoko's hands and gave it to Bob. "Hey, big guy!" she said, stroking his cock back and forth rapidly, "take a few shots of me going down on Yoko."
The Asian beauty smiled. Her pearly white teeth glistened as she lay down on the floor and spread her shapely gams. Robin said, "Hot damn!" and immediately positioned her head between her lover's parted thighs.
While Robin slurped Yoko's pussy to her heart's content, Bob snapped picture after picture. Then the others joined in the action. Morris slipped his cock into Yoko's mouth. Marge sucked on her boss's balls. Bob fucked Joy from the rear, while Larry socked it to her sweet pussy.
Little puddles of creamy come were everywhere. No one seemed to mind, though. In fact, the chicks dug it when they could run their toes through the slime.
When everyone was sexually drained, Robin stood up on a chair and said, "Hey, folks, why don't we retreat to the kitchen and have a feast?"
Before she could get down from the chair, everyone was heading for the eating room. Joy was amazed. Christy and Robin took all sorts of delicacies out of the refrigerator. Cold cuts, lasagna, roast beef, salad, coleslaw, pickles, rye bread, white wine-those were just some of the things the orgiastic crowd munched on.
Joy looked around while everyone was eating. It has such a beautiful sight. Everyone was naked. No one was ashamed of his or her body. Vanity didn't rear its ugly head once.
When everyone was through with their second and third helpings, Robin said, "Now it's time for our very special dessert!"
Joy was wondering what Robin meant. Suddenly, Christy started pouring chocolate syrup all over Joy's body. "What're you doing?" Joy cried out.
"You're dessert!" Robin said gleefully. "We're going to lick you clean."
The big-titted librarian got the picture. She lay down on the table and let Christy finish decorating her. After she was completely covered with syrup, Robin and Yoko sprayed whipped cream on her tits, belly, vulva, thighs, and feet. Joy felt like a huge pudding.
"Lick up, everyone!" Robin said.
Joy watched as all her friends approached her naked body with their tongues hanging out. It thrilled her when they began lapping up the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from her body.
"I wish I could always feel this good!" she mumbled as she closed her eyes and enjoyed one of the most delicious experiences of her life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Contrary to what her friends had hoped, the library orgy didn't snap Joy out of her depression; in fact, after the sexual event was over, Joy felt more despondent than ever. She was tired of having intercourse with different men every week. Her life had no meaning. She had no one to grow old with, to have children with, to share her problems with.
Finally, Joy decided that she needed a complete change in her life. II I stay in Grand Hills any longer, I'll become an old maid for sure! she told herself. Maybe if I make the big move now I'll meet a nice guy and get married!
It didn't take Joy long to decide where she wanted to move. She had a few girlfriends in Hawaii. Just the thought of living in the island paradise turned her on. She would meet bronzed he-men, successful businessmen, wealthy travelers, and-she hoped-her future husband.
Joy felt like a new woman the day she knocked on Marshall's office door to resign. She even put on her sexy blue skirt and white see-through blouse for the occasion.
Marshall smiled when he opened the door. "Come in, dear!" he exclaimed, staring at her turgid nipples.
The sexy librarian entered the room and sat down on the soft couch. Marshall locked the door and quickly plopped himself down next to die comely tart.
While Marshall ran his hand up and down her leg, Joy said, "I've enjoyed working here, Marshall, but it's time for me to move on to other things."
Her boss stared into her face. "W-what? Are ... are you quitting?"
Joy nodded her pretty head up and down. "Yes. I've decided to move to Hawaii!"
Marshall felt as if someone had kicked him in the nuts. For a few minutes he was speechless. The two of them just stared at each other. Joy felt sorry for her boss. She knew that he would really miss her a lot ... and in a way she would miss him, too. Marshall had always been good to her. For old times' sake, Joy decided to give the older man a fuck he'd long remember.
The head librarian didn't respond when Joy pressed her lips against his. He was hurt. But when Joy rubbed Marshall's crotch, she could feel his cock starting to twitch. Soon he was kissing her passionately.
"Please ... don't leave here. I'll give you a raise or whatever else you want!" Marshall said, breaking the kiss.
Joy shook her head. "I've made up my mind. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Grand Hills!"
Marshall closed his eyes when Joy unzipped his pants and yanked out his swollen hunk of male meat. She stared at the flaming vermilion head and watched as tiny dewdrops of pre-coital fluid leaked out slowly.
"Your cock is beautiful!" Joy murmured as she bent her head down and licked the mighty glans. Marshall's clear slime tasted delicious. Joy could feel her own juices starting to flow down below. "Strip me!" she moaned. "I want to fuck you now!"
Marshall obediently undressed the comely wench, while she removed his shoes, socks, pants, shorts, and shirt. When they were both completely naked, they hugged each other for a long time. The thrill of impending sex was in the air. Marshall's balls tingled, especially when Joy touched the sensitive nuts and then rubbed them softly.
Joy reclined on the sofa and spread her legs far apart. Marshall licked his lips and then positioned his head between her soft thighs. He laved her muff for a long time, savoring the sweet taste of her musky-smelling snatch.
"Oh, darling!" the man mumbled, "I'm going to miss you so much!"
"I-I'll miss you, too!" Joy panted as her clit swelled to enormous proportions.
The time was right for the royal insertion. Marshall climbed on top of his favorite employee and pressed the hard tip of his mighty mutton chopper against the drenched slit in Joy's quivering vulva.
Joy arched her hips upward just as Marshall plunged downward. With a loud squish, Marshall's cock traveled far down Joy's lust tunnel. They both gasped and reached for each other's ass. While Joy goosed her boss's rectum, Marshall squeezed and pinched his sex partner's soft rear-end.
Marshall pressed his lips firmly against Joy's. The girl responded by shooting her tongue into his mouth, which was soaked with sticky saliva. They mixed spit, enjoying the flavor of each other's orifice.
At first, Marshall's strokes were short and choppy; gradually, they became long and smooth. He made sure that his shaft frequently applied pressure to Joy's extremely sensitive clit.
"Ohhhhh, baby, that feels real nice!" Joy moaned, reaming her man's asshole faster and faster.
Marshall loved what Joy was doing for him. He pumped her harder, trying to make her come so that he could shoot his hot wad of sperm sauce into her twitching twat.
Joy's hips were moving rapidly. Her ass pounded against the sofa. Her tongue trailed all over Marshall's face and neck. She gave him several large hickeys, below the collar line so there wouldn't be a lot of jokes thrown around the library.
"I'm going to come soon!" Joy sobbed, writhing uncontrollably on the couch. Marshall sped up his fucking attack. He pulled his big cock all the way out to the glistening glans and then slammed it back in all the way to the hilt again. He did this over and over, until Joy couldn't stand the pleasure any longer. Her body stiffened as the wonderful spasms of orgasm overtook her. She clawed at her boss's back with one hand, while the other one, which she removed from his anus, was busy squeezing his balls.
"Oh, Jesus!" Marshall groaned seconds before his sticky mass of molten semen squirted into Joy's precious love hole. While he came, Marshall pumped harder and harder, trying to flood Joy's chamber with his slime fluid.
Joy gently caressed his balls, and once again fingerfucked his throbbing rear orifice. The pressure of her slender digits on his prostate made Marshall come like he'd never done before. It seemed as if his supply of semen were endless. Thick gobs of his spunk continued to splatter against Joy's twitching twat walls for a very long time....
While they were slowly coming down from their sexual high, Marshall and Joy lay together, hugging each other tightly. Joy kissed her boss on the cheek. He caressed her magnificent chest.
"When are you going to leave the mainland?" Marshall asked.
"If it's all right with you, I'd like to split in a few days. I-I just have to get away from here. I hope you understand."
Marshall was compassionate. He would do anything for the girl lying with him. Forcing himself to smile, he said, "Sure, babe, you can leave any time you're ready, m see to it that you get two weeks' extra pay!"
Joy kissed him on the mouth. She felt like crying ... and she did.
They fucked once more and then Joy left Marshall's office to say good-bye to her co-workers. Christy and Robin were very upset when Joy told them she was leaving the library. The three of them cried together.
Even Bob, the dashing ladies' man, found it hard to say farewell to Joy. A lump formed in his throat when he said, "I'll sure miss, you!"
Joy hugged him and kissed his cheek. Finally, she tore herself away from her friends and left the library. She stopped off at Petrie Park to say farewell to Ralph. He was really sad when he heard that Joy was leaving.
"Hey, don't go!" he said. "We can have a lot of nice times together. You know, like we did in the park that night with Christy!"
Joy smiled. "I can't go on doing things like that the rest of my life. I want to settle down. You know, have a family and live in a nice house. I'm tired of one-night stands!"
Ralph knew where she was coming from. He hugged her tightly and french-kissed her for a long time. Then he watched sadly as she walked away from him.
As soon as Joy returned to her apartment, she started to pack the things she would need in Hawaii. She decided to keep her Grand Hills apartment for a while, so she could store her stuff there.
Just as she was putting her sexy undies in a suitcase, there was a loud knock at the door. She walked to the living room and then down the hallway. She opened the front door. It was Larry.
"What the hell's this I hear about you moving?" he said, storming into her apartment with his arms crossed in front of him.
Joy could see that he was upset. 'I've decided to move to Hawaii!"
"And what about me?" he said, taking Joy into his arms. "I-I don't want to live here without you!"
Larry's remark surprised Joy. She knew that he liked her, but she didn't realize how much. Suddenly a strange feeling came over her. Being wrapped in his arms felt thrilling, wonderful, exciting. She kissed his mouth and felt magical sensations in her cunt.
"Please ... don't leave!" he said, breaking the kiss.
"But I already made up my mind. I can't stay in Grand Hills any longer. I'm stagnating here!"
"It doesn't matter where you go. You can stagnate anywhere. What's important is where your head's at!"
Joy let his words sink in. "I guess you have a point!" she said. Then confusion overtook her. If she stayed where she was she'd go mad ... but what if she went to a new place and things were just as lousy? Then what would she do?
She started to cry. "God, I'm so confused, Larry."
They walked to the couch and sat down. Larry put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I'm confused, too. I want my life to go in another direction. I'm thirty-one and I don't have any roots. I want to have kids ... and a wife!"
Joy stared into her chum's eyes. Her tears stopped flowing. She realized that something beautiful was happening, a moment that she would treasure for the rest of her life.
Larry continued. "Joy ... I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else before. Will ... will you marry me?"
The librarian stared at him for a moment. Then she burst into tears. Larry stroked her hair and held back his own tears. For several minutes Joy couldn't speak, but finally she said between sobs, "Oh, Larry, I'm so confused. I need time to think."
"Then let me go to Hawaii with you!" he said. "If things don't work out between us, I'll leave and you can do whatever you want!"
The idea appealed to Joy. She wasn't too thrilled about going to a strange place by herself. It would be nice to have Larry with her ... and if things worked out, she would be the happiest woman in the world.
"That would be nice!" she finally said.
Larry smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better go home and pack!" he said.
Joy rubbed his crotch. "Can't we make love first?"
The bartender's cock twitched. "Sure we can!" he said, moving his hand up Joy's leg until he was playing with her curly pubic hair.
Even though they had both balled many times before, Larry and Joy felt like two virgins. They craved to lick, fondle, caress, massage, and fuck each other.
Joy removed Larry's shoes, socks, and pants, while he removed his yellow form-fitting shirt. The lustful librarian stared at his black silk briefs. They turned her on. She bent over and sniffed his crotch. Larry's male odor drove Joy up the friggin' wall.
"Eat my cock!" Larry said, pulling down his underwear so that his huge cock could flop about freely.
"It feels so nice to be dressed while you're naked!" Joy said. "It's kind of like you're my slave and I can do whatever I want with you!"
Larry kissed the top of her head. "You can, honey. Do anything you feel like doing. Order me around. Tell me to suck your feet or kiss your asshole. I am your slave! I want to make you happy!"
Joy was in heaven. She licked Larry's glans, then his shaft, then his hairy nuts. The aspiring writer-actor responded by slowly undulating his hips. He played with Joy's tits through her blouse and occasionally teased her clit, cunt, and bunghole.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Joy moaned, "it feels nice when you touch me."
Larry closed his eyes when Joy took his prick down her throat. He could feel her hot mouth caressing his most precious organ. I'm the luckiest man in the world! he thought.
Joy bobbed her head up and down, making Larry buck his hips slightly. He wanted to come, but he held back because he knew that Joy wanted his love meat pumping in and out of her snatch.
"Oh, darling!" he groaned, "we'll have a wonderful time in Hawaii!"
The horny librarian didn't answer him. She was too busy sucking him off. When she felt his cock twitching, she gently bit down on his glans, stopping him from shooting his works. She didn't want him to come too soon. There were other holes that she wanted his cock to plug before their sex session was over.
While Joy sucked his bone of lust, Larry shoved his right middle and index fingers up her juicy twat. He loved the slimy feeling of Joy's cunt. It never seemed to get dry. She was always ready to fuck.
"Strip me!" Joy said seconds after she let his hard fleshpole slip out of her mouth. His cock was coated with her sticky saliva. It bounced lewdly up and down, seeming to have a mind of its own.
Larry removed Joy's shoes and kissed her nylon-encased feet. The smell of her tootsies turned him on. He pulled down her skirt and then removed her blouse. She looked ravishing in her black nylons, black silk panties, and black bra. Her brassiere was really something else. Large circles were cut out where the nipples were. It turned Larry on to see the black material surrounding the rose-colored nipples.
Joy rolled over on her stomach so Larry could kiss her ass, which he did immediately. The smell of her excited him tremendously. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he quickly removed her sheer underclothes and studied her magnificent nude body.
"You're beautiful!" he said, caressing every inch of her succulent behind.
"That feels nice!" she moaned, reaching around and taking hold of his prick. "I can't wait to feel this inside me!"
Larry spread Joy's legs wide apart and then planted his gristle-hunk firmly up her twat. Joy gasped as the mighty prick tore into her pink flesh.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed.
"Oh, I love you so much!" Larry responded.
Joy, lying face down, loved the weight of Larry on her back. Her lover reached down and played with her clit, while his cock pumped in and out of her snatch rapidly.
Visions of what the future might be like flashed through Joy's mind as her lover savagely fucked her sweet pussy. She saw a large two-story white house with a picket fence in front of it. Then two children, a boy and a girl, approached from down the block. They were lovely, healthy kids, happy and carefree.
"Ohhhh, mmmmmm, ahhhhh!" Joy moaned as she continued to daydream.
Larry was insatiable. He wanted more and more of Joy. His middle finger played with her exposed asshole. Her rectum was warm and buttery smooth.
"Oh, Joy, it means so much for me to be with you. I hope we're together forever!"
The writhing librarian's eyes were shut tight. She smiled and then saw herself in her future kitchen, eating dinner with her husband, Larry, and her two kids. They were all talking, laughing, and having a wonderful time.
"Darling ... darling!" Joy sobbed. "We're going to have so much fun together in Hawaii."
"Yes ... yes!" Larry moaned, trying to keep himself from shooting off so that he could prolong their pleasure for as long as possible.
"Do you really like kids?" Joy asked, gritting her teeth as the first waves, of orgasm began to titillate her bucking body.
"Yeah ... I do ... I do!" Larry groaned moments before sticky gobs of sperm fluid spurted out of his middle leg and flooded Joy's pulsating periwinkle.
"Oh, darling, I'm coming!" Joy shouted at the top of her lungs, not caring if her neighbors heard her ecstatic cries of lustful joy.
Larry humped as fast and hard as he could; he wanted to fuck Joy forever. "Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, baby, I love you!" he sobbed, sliding his finger in and out of Joy's asshole.
Gradually, Larry's thrusts became slower and shorter. Joy clawed the couch. She felt as if she were on fire. Her cunt was spasming more than it had ever done before. Larry was good in bed. He would make a good mate. But she still had to think about his proposal. She didn't want to rush into anything. Both of their futures were at stake.
After the splendid twitching in his cock subsided, Larry slowly pulled his soaked prick out of Joy's soaking-wet hot-box. Joy immediately rolled over and gobbled up her man's dribbling prick. She could taste his semen and her love juices mixed.
The satisfied bartender stared down at Joy's cunt. He could see his sperm leaking out of the red gash in her vulva. His right hand sought out her pussy and toyed with her swollen clit. Joy immediately began undulating her shapely hips. In less than three minutes, she was orgasming once more.
Larry's prick hardened slowly but surely. Joy refused to let go of the love bone. It was her security. As long as she had Larry's cock in her mouth, no harm would befall her.
I'm going to come in her mouth this time! Larry told himself. I want her to taste my semen; I want her to drink it up and then beg me for more!
Joy's head bobbed up and down. While she sucked his member, Joy played with her lover's balls and anus. Every time she shoved her finger up his bunghole, Larry arched his back and bucked his hips. They were both enjoying every delicious minute of their carnal fucking-sucking session.
The fantastic blow-job went on for more than twenty minutes. Finally, Larry couldn't hold back any longer. He let Joy know this by pounding his cock rapidly in and out of her mouth. "Suck up my come!" he shouted as his jizm erupted from his cockhead.
Precious ounces of his slimy spunk shot into Joy's willing orifice. She didn't gag or choke. To her it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Just to think that a virile man, who loved her enough to marry her, was ejaculating into her mouth made her go crazy with lust.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Larry groaned.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Joy mumbled, refusing to remove her mouth from his cock even though the orgasm had subsided.
Larry looked down at his crotch. It thrilled him to see Joy licking, sucking, laving, and worshipping his precious prick. She adored it. This made him extremely happy. He felt like singing and dancing. "I love you so much!" he shouted.
Joy continued to moan and to suck on his softening stinger. Only when it was reduced to its normal state and Larry said, "I think you've sucked me dry!" did Joy let go of his beloved banana.
They stared into each other's eyes. Love was in the air. Joy didn't fee! depressed. She knew that life was going to be much happier once she left her Grand Hills rut.
"When do you want to leave?" she asked Larry. "For Hawaii, I mean."
He thought for a few moments. "Let's see. I'll need a few days to tie up some loose ends. How about Friday?"
Joy smiled. "Great. I'll call the airlines tonight and get our tickets."
"Well, I guess I'd better go now. I have to turn in my resignation at the bar!"
The horny librarian reached for his penis. "Couldn't we do it once more before you go?"
Larry's face lit up. "We can sure as hell try!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Joy and Larry got to the airport about an hour before their plane was due to take off. They checked in their baggage and then went to the lounge to have a drink.
"I'm so happy!" Joy said, squeezing Larry's hand tight. "We're really doing something with our lives!"
Larry grinned. He patted his woman's tender behind. "We sure are, honey. Just think, in ten years we'll have around eight kids and a big, fat mortgage!"
The buxom librarian looked dreamy-eyed. "Gee, that sounds nice!" But she still wasn't positive she wanted to marry Larry.
A shapely cocktail waitress came over to their table. "What can I get for you?" she asked.
Larry looked at Joy. "How about some champagne, babe?"
Joy bobbed her head up and down.
"A bottle of your best champagne!" Larry said.
The waitress smiled and wiggled off. Joy placed her left hand in Larry's lap. She could feel his cock. It was hard. She stroked it lovingly and, when she was sure no one was looking, she unzipped his fly. The tip of his cock was moist. Joy caressed his glans and then his mighty shaft. When she started to jerk his meat extremely fast, Larry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He tried to stop himself from coming, but he couldn't. Just as the comely waitress arrived wifh the bubbly liquid, Larry shot his hot wad under the table.
Joy giggled. Fortunately for them, the waitress didn't realize what was going on beneath the table. If she looked down she would have seen Joy's come-soaked hand fondling Larry's hairy nuts.
"Enjoy your drinks!" the girl said.
"We will!" Joy replied.
Once the waitress left, Larry picked up some napkins and wiped the sticky slime from his prick and balls. Joy watched his every move, only moving her head when she took a sip of champagne.
Thirty minutes passed quickly. The champagne was all gone and the two lovers were a bit tipsy. Larry looked at his watch. "We'd better get on board the plane!" he said.
Larry started to stand up. Joy grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. "Don't you think you should tuck your cock back into your pants before we traipse around the airport?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right!" Larry said sheepishly as he made himself decent.
Minutes later they were walking towards the boarding area; they were the happiest people in the world. New lives awaited them in an exciting new state.
"I'll dance the hula for you in a grass skirt!" Joy said as they took their seats in the plane.
Larry put his hand on Joy's lap. "You can dance the hula for me, but I don't want you to wear any skirt. I want to see your cunt, tits, and ass when you prance around in front of me. That way I can kiss your succulent body all over without having to waste time stripping you!"
Joy kissed her man full on the lips. Some of the other passengers stared at them for a minute, but the two lovers didn't care. They were oblivious to everything except for their strong attraction for each other.
Shortly after the plane took off, the stewardess came around and asked Larry and Joy what they wanted to drink. They ordered more champagne.
"We're going to be drunk on our asses when we land on Oahu!" Larry said shortly after their drinks arrived.
Joy clicked her glass against Larry's. "Just as long as you can get it up, I don't care how drunk you are!"
After consuming several more drinks, Larry came up with an idea to help pass the time. "Hey," he whispered into Joy's ear, "I read this book once where this guy and his girlfriend made it in an airplane John. Why don't we try it?"
The moist-cunted librarian squeezed Larry's dick through his pants. As usual, he was as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar. "You're crazy, Larry ... but let's do it. It sounds like a helluva lot of fun!"
"Okay, babe," Larry said seriously, 'I'll go to the can first. You watch which one I go to. Then when no one's around, you pop in. I'll have my pants down already, so all I'll have to do is lift up your dress, pull down your panties, and shove my cock up your prime pussy!"
Joy licked her lips. She stroked Larry's dork, anticipating what it would feel like to fuck while flying. The idea appealed to her so much that her cunt was wet with lubricating fluids.
Larry stood up and walked to one of the restroom stalls. He opened the door, entered the John, and closed the door. Joy waited several minutes. No one was around the bathrooms, so she stood up and quickly walked towards the John Larry was in. Acting completely innocent, she opened the door and entered the small compartment. What she saw made her gasp in excitement. Larry was completely naked. His huge prick was bobbing up and down. It . was bigger than she had ever seen it before.
"Oh, Larry!" Joy moaned, getting down on her knees so she could suck his prick and caress his precious nuts.
"Mmmmmmm! that feels out of sight!" he moaned as he reached down and played with Joy's pillowy yum-yums. The librarian's nipples were swollen and extremely sensitive to Larry's every touch.
"Ohhh, Larry, I want to be naked, too."
Joy didn't have to say another word. Larry pulled off her blouse and then removed her shoes, stockings, skirt, and panties. The two sex-hungry lovers stared longingly at each other's body.
Since the John was relatively small, Larry and Joy couldn't stretch out on the floor. "Bend over and turn around!" Larry said. Joy did as she was told. Larry loved seeing his woman's naked fanny.
"I'm going to lick you for a while and then I'll fuck you better than you've ever been screwed before ... and you can take that to the bank!" Larry said, imitating Tony Baretta.
Joy smiled. Larry was a great actor and a fantastic writer. She was sure, given the right breaks, he would be a big star some day. She was beginning to make up her mind concerning her future with the handsome bartender.
"Ohh, God!" Joy groaned when Larry's tongue worked its way up and down her sensitive ass crack. He was driving her crazy with hot lust and desire. With her right hand she played with her aroused clit. It wouldn't take long for her to reach a shattering orgasm.
Every part of Joy fascinated Larry. Her ass crack was smooth and delicate. But her asshole and twat intrigued him the most. Larry loved to gaze at the puckered ring of flesh which surrounded his girl's bunghole. It was so clean and fresh. And as for her twat, it was a veritable work of art. The outer lips were a splendid shade of pink; the inner lips were darker red, and they glistened because of the slimy cunt juices which flowed from Joy's hot sex-box.
Larry didn't know which orifice to invade with his greedy tongue first. Since the asshole was nearer, he let his tongue-tip probe the forbidden hole. The musky taste and rubbery feel excited him to such a degree that little gobs of creamy white spunk dribbled out of the narrow slit in his prickhead.
"Yes, yesss, oh, Larry, it feels so good to have your tongue up my ass!"
It made Larry feel wonderful to know that he was thrilling Joy. There wasn't a single thing in the world that he wouldn't have done for the sensuous librarian.
"Stick it in my pussy now. Tickle my clit with your tongue!"
Larry obediently obeyed his woman's commands. His tongue rapidly exited her rear-hole and sought out the chamber of her desires. As soon as his saliva-drenched clapper started to worm its way up her soaked bush, Joy reached backwards and stroked Larry's thick hair. She pushed his head tighter against her body, forcing his tongue to travel higher up her quivering quim.
A copious amount of sticky cunt juice smeared greasily all over Larry's cuntsucking face. The slimy goo turned him on. He could hardly wait to shove his mighty hunk of male meat into Joy's fragrant-smelling holes. Yes, he planned on reaming her cunt and bunghole. He wanted all of her.
"Fuck me, fuck me now!" Joy pleaded when she felt as if her insides were about to explode. "I want your cock inside me. I can't wait any longer!"
The aroused bartender straightened up and spread Joy's firm ass cheeks apart. Then he placed the tip of his tool against the puckered eye of her asshole. He took a deep breath and then plunged forcibly ahead.
"Oh, God!" Joy groaned, feeling her sacred rectum being invaded by a human lust spear. "You're going to drive me insane."
Larry kept pushing hard. Soon his prick was en gulfed deeply in Joy's asshole. His pubic hair brushed up against her tender fanny flesh. Slowly he withdrew his meat shaft until it was all the way out to the tip of the glans.
Joy pleaded with him. "Don't stop. Please ... keep fucking my asshole!"
A lustful grin crossed Larry's face. He humped his hips quickly and shot his fucking apparatus all the way back into Joy's rectum. Her asshole walls grabbed onto his swollen dork and sent pleasurable tremors of ecstasy up and down his shaft and into his nuts.
Several times Larry felt as if he were going to come. When he did, he said to Joy, "Don't move." She remained motionless, as he did, preventing himself from coming prematurely. Then when the time was right, he continued his asshole-fucking assault.
For ten glorious minutes, Larry's cock plunged in and out of Joy's musky-smelling bunghole. He would have kept it in there longer if Joy hadn't said, "Take it out and shove it in my cunt now!" Once again Larry obeyed her carnal command.
Joy bent over the sink, allowing Larry to easily insert his penis into her twat. Both of them were ecstatic. Neither of them had ever fucked in a plane before. It was an experience they would remember for the rest of their lives.
"I love you!" Larry said, meaning every word of it, as he began to hump the woman of his dreams.
"Oh, Larry, it's wonderful being here with you!" Joy sobbed as she reached down and toyed with her clit to add to her erotic enjoyment.
Larry varied his strokes. He started off with short, choppy ones, and then transformed them to long, smooth ones. Joy loved his every move. She rocked her body back and forth, adding fuel to both of their sensual fires. The sound of Larry's cock slishing and sloshing in her sopping-wet cunthole drove the lovers wild with animal lust.
While Larry continued to pump savagely, he reached around Joy's lithe body and squeezed her massive melons. Her titflesh felt so refreshing. He wanted to spend the rest of his life fondling and kissing them.
After Larry had stroked in and out of her hundreds of times, Joy was ready to come. "Ohhhh, Larry!" she moaned, "I'm going to come soon." Larry pumped harder. "Yes, yesss, darling, I'm commmiiinnngggg!"
It was important for Larry to come with his love; therefore, he fucked her as hard as he could, bringing on his own shattering climax.
"Ohhh, fuck!" he groaned.
"Keep fucking me!" Joy sobbed.
The lustful librarian kept bucking her hips back and forth; she wanted to milk Larry's balls dry. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Larry's sticky sperm sauce was flooding her cunt cavity.
Larry pumped her madly, stopping only when his limp cock plopped out of her twitching twat. He looked down and saw his come-soaked prick. Joy turned around and knelt before her man. She placed his penis into her mouth and licked it clean. Once that was done, she caressed his balls and anus with her tongue. Larry closed his eyes and grooved on the stimulating experience.
They would have stayed in the John longer, but someone pounded on the door. Joy laughed. "We'd better get dressed and get out of here before we're arrested."
"Don't worry!" Larry said. "If anybody says anything, I'll tell them you're my wife and that you were helping me put my contact lenses in."
"But you don't wear lenses!" Joy said, slipping into her dress.
Larry stepped into his pants. "You know that and I know that ... but they don't know that!" he said.
The two of them laughed and finished dressing. Then, boldly, they exited the restroom and returned to their seats; they got several weird looks, but no one said anything, except for one old man with a long, gray beard who muttered, "The only way to fly!"
Joy and Larry got back to their seats just in time for their lunch. The meal wasn't sensational, but it was pleasant and filled them up.
After eating they talked about what they would do for a living in Hawaii. "I'll try to find work in one of the libraries!" Joy said.
Larry held his girl's hand. "I guess I'll tend bar in one of the nightclubs until a good acting or writing gig comes along."
Time flew by quickly. Before they knew it, they were landing on Oahu.
"Oh, Larry," Joy said, "I'm so excited!"
Larry kissed her on the mouth. "Me, too, honey. This is the start of a brand-new life for both of us. Let's hope it will be filled with happiness and joy!"
"It will be!" Joy said with conviction in her voice.
Ninety minutes after their plane landed, they were sitting on their bed at the Reef Hotel. They had a perfect view of Waikiki Beach from their bedroom window. Also, they could see the large swimming pool and outside recreation area.
"It's gorgeous here!" Joy said, starting to remove her blouse.
"And I'm in the mood for love!" Larry remarked. He unzipped Joy's skirt and pulled it down. Then he removed her nylons and panties.
Once she was stark-naked, she said, "Hey, this isn't fair!"
"What?" he asked.
"I'm nude and you have all your clothes on."
"Do something about it then!"
Joy did. She quickly disrobed her lover and sucked on his semi-erect cock. Within seconds it was large and twitching.
"That's more like it!" the horny girl said as she withdrew her mouth from his steaming fleshpole.
Larry encircled Joy in his strong arms. They hugged and kissed for a long time. "It was fun up in the plane, but it's sure nice to be on a comfortable bed with you!"
Joy nodded. "Yes ... and we don't have to hurry, either. We can fuck and suck each other for as long as we want!"
Joy's tits looked exceptionally inviting. Larry stroked them lovingly, spending plenty of time on the huge nipples, making sure that he didn't squeeze or pinch them too hard. He applied exactly the right amount of pressure to drive Joy mad with wanton desire. It didn't take long for her to mount him. She wanted to come.
Larry's cock plunged in and out of Joy's quim; he could feel his glans smashing against her spongy cervix. Just the thought of being in Hawaii and fucking the woman he loved excited Larry. He couldn't ask for anything more. Life had been good to him. Sure, he still wanted a successful career, but that was secondary. The most important thing was having Joy with him.
Joy was hot to trot and quick to come. "Larry, Larry!" she sobbed as the glorious spasms of orgasm once again overtook her.
Larry shoved his right middle finger up her asshole to intensify her pleasure and also to help his own orgasm along. Feeling up her bunghole stimulated him to such a degree that moments later he was shouting, "Oh, baby, it feels soooo gooood ... I'm commmiiinnnggg!"
Once their orgasmic spasms subsided, Larry and Joy fell asleep in each other's arms, with the bartender's cock still buried deep within the librarian's womanhole.
It was dark when they awoke. Dried semen was caked on both of their pubes. They rubbed each other all over and were about to fuck again when Joy said, "Let's shower together, then go for a bite to eat ... and then fuck on the beach."
The idea appealed to Larry. He was pretty hungry and the thought of balling his woman on Waikiki Beach really turned him on. "Sounds like an excellent idea to me, darling!"
They showered quickly, dressed, and then went to a local steak house to fill their empty stomachs. The food was delicious, but they hurried through their meal because they were anxious to fornicate on the beach.
Larry paid the check and the two lovers left the restaurant. It took them only a few minutes to walk to the beach. The sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly. Quite a few people were wandering around.
"If we fuck around here we're going to have an audience!" Larry said, sliding his hand up and down Joy's ass.
Joy pointed to her left. "Let's walk down that way. It doesn't look as populated there."
Larry took Joy's hand and the two of them walked briskly in the direction Joy had pointed. Fifteen minutes later, they found a secluded area, which was perfect for their needs.
Without saying a word to each other, they removed their clothes. Larry's cock grew hard in Joy's hand; Joy's nipples enlarged in Larry's mouth.
Joy lay down on the sand and spread her legs wide apart. The sound of the tide coming in and going out soothed them. There weren't any people around to interrupt their magical moment.
While Larry french-kissed Joy and rubbed her boobs, Joy took hold of his penis and guided it towards her cunt opening. When his glans touched her vulva, Joy shuddered and closed her eyes.
"I can't believe we're here!" Joy said.
"It's wonderful, isn't it!" Larry answered, breathing heavy and licking Joy's ears and neck.
Joy didn't answer him because Larry pushed down hard and sent his piston rod of human flesh deep into the librarian's cunt. She moaned loudly and clawed at his back.
Their lips met again. As Larry's cock slammed in and out of Joy's love-box, his tongue invaded her upper orifice. Her saliva ran down his face; her cunt juices dripped down his leg.
Larry knew the time was right. He had to ask her the most important question of both their lives again. Without missing a single fuck-stroke, he pulled his mouth away from Joy's and said passionately, "Darling, will you marry me?"
He stared into his love's eyes and watched as they filled with tears. Slowly, they trickled down her cheek and fell to the warm, white sand.
"Yes, yes, I'll marry you, darling. I love you so much. I want to be with you for the rest of my life!"
Larry pressed her tightly against his body. He didn't know what to say. "I-I'm so happy!" was all he could think of. Joy undulated her hips as Larry kept grinding his groin against hers.
Joy was sobbing loudly now. She felt wonderful, yet she couldn't stop crying. It was like a fairy tale. She was in an enchanted land with her prince in shining armor. At last, after all those long years of searching, she had finally found her Mr. Right.
No longer would she be Joy Alberson; she would be Joy Fields, the wife of one of the best-looking bartenders in Hawaii. If Larry eventually did become a famous writer-actor that was fine with her, but if he didn't, that was all right, too.
Just as Joy's cunt began to twitch and jerk from a shattering orgasm, Larry's cock erupted and shot gush after gush of hot semen into his lover's pussy.
Long after their orgasms had subsided, Larry, with his cock still lodged up Joy's quim, looked into her eyes and, in his best Humphrey Bogart voice, said, "Somethin' tells me this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship, sweetheart!"
Joy laughed. And then they kissed for a very long time.
