Any girl is likely to experience tremendous pains of frustration over the break-up of a romance.
The situation was compounded even further, though, in the case of beautiful Joyce Hale, who split up with her fianc' following a violent argument.
What disturbed Joyce was that, in her estimation, her fianc', Eddie Briggs, had sold her short as a woman and had looked on her as nothing more than a sex receptacle for his overpowering ego desires.
Once Joyce broke up with Eddie, she decided to throw herself more intensely into her work as a teacher.
Strange things often happen to a woman on the rebound from a shattered engagement, and in the case of beauteous young Joyce Hale, opportunities swiftly manifested themselves for new romances.
Much to her surprise and, initially, her dismay as well, Joyce found herself becoming strongly attracted to a mischievous but handsome young student from one of her classes.
Joyce was confronted with a great temptation in the form of Jeff Douglas. She recognized that, if she weakened, she was placing her entire teaching career in jeopardy.
Eventually Joyce finds herself emotionally overwhelmed by the sexy young man, and the more she lets herself go the harder it becomes for her to say no to any of his demands.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As Eddie Briggs lifted his head up from his pillow, he was happy to observe the beautiful sight of the sleeping Joyce Hale lying next to him.
She had on her lace see-through negligee that he had removed last night before he received a fantastic piece of ass.
Eddie thought back to the first day that he had met Joyce. She was between semesters in her junior year of college and was picking up some tuition money through modeling.
A successful magazine commercial photographer, Eddie immediately spotted a special charisma in this gorgeous young female with the dazzling blonde hair and the short, compact body.
The first rays of sunlight were just beginning to seep through the curtains as Eddie slipped his tongue inside Joyce's mouth.
As tongue splashed with magnificent dexterity against tongue, Eddie squeezed her ankles, enjoying the contact with her firm skin.
He remembered how he wanted to touch her that first day, and how she had declined when he had invited her out for a date. Gradually, however, he had worn down her resistance.
Now that things were going his way, though, he would have misgivings when she told him she was too busy or too tired to go out. And what really bugged him was that she wouldn't go as far as he wanted to in sex. There were certain acts that he wanted repeated quite frequently; like getting his cock sucked, but she couldn't seem to muster the enthusiasm to do it very often.
In addition, he hinted to her that it might be a good idea to experiment with other couples, doubling their sexual pleasure. He remembered how she had nixed such offers.
Eddie was confident, though, that eventually he would bring this gorgeous woman around to his way of thinking on every point. He had a lot of confidence in himself, and he was displaying that confidence as he moved his fingertips gingerly up her legs to her thighs once more.
Eddie squeezed her thighs as he permitted his tongue to continue slipping inside her mouth. He worked his fingers inside her negligee, permitting them to dance inside the lace and against her mound.
He felt her golden pussy hairs, then let his fingers manipulate briskly over them. He knew that all it took was a little pussy massaging and she would be ready for some vigorous action.
Eddie finally withdrew his tongue from her mouth, and as he did so, he worked his fingers eagerly around inside the negligee.
It was beautiful to look at, but at times like these, he thought, there was no place for her negligee. She had to be naked, totally nude, just the way he wanted her.
The fingers worked with conviction and his heart began to pound as he undid the negligee.
She was down to her panties and bra, and Eddie observed the silky golden panties and the matching bra.
It had been his idea to buy her colorful panties, and he had bought them in several different colors. Being a photographer, he knew what was colorful and what would turn him on, and the more dazzling the colors that beautiful Joyce wore the better that he liked it.
His fingers probed around her bra, unsnapping it.
As Eddie's fingers released the bra, letting it drop harmlessly to the bed, he reached out and buried his tongue between her creamy breasts.
Her breasts weren't overly large, but were perfectly proportioned. As he let his tongue slide with conviction in the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous boobs, he recognized just how indebted he was to this beautiful woman for giving him the opportunity to make beautiful love.
He quickly left a brisk trail of saliva by working his tongue up and down between her hot tits. Her body was beginning to react sharply to his devastating actions.
He saw her beginning to twist and turn, particularly below the waist as her legs quivered.
The hot tongue bath continued for several minutes, after which Eddie quickly released the tongue every bit as swiftly as he had put it to work.
His fingers made their way down toward her panties. He clutched hold of them, then began to pull downwards.
"I've got to see that cunt," he told her.
Several brisk movements later, he was gliding her panties down her thighs, then all the way to her ankles. He kept on, resolutely pulling, until he pulled them off altogether.
Then Eddie was ready to admire her blazing snatch, which he had touched earlier in the morning. All it had taken had been a few touches. That had been enough to get him all the hungrier for her mound.
Eddie worked the fingers of his right hand with great dispatch against her mound. As he did so, he recognized her legs beginning to tremble more than ever.
"Keep fingering me in my snatch," Joyce exclaimed. "Work the fingers, sweetheart, you're really getting me turned on. I'm alive with excitement. That's what happens when you play with me like that. Come on and keep it up. Keep up that nice brisk pace. You'll never go wrong giving me that beautiful action."
He plunged his fingers ever deeper into her mound, letting them, rub against her glistening blonde pussy hairs.
It was the snatch of the girl he loved, and that was what made it feel exceptionally good when he touched it.
Her body danced rhythmically with appreciation as she enjoyed those firm, authoritative movements he put forward with his fingers.
He kept up the brisk finger pace as he let his tongue begin to dart over her left breast.
He converged his tongue, over her red, aroused nipple. Every time he permitted his tongue to make contact with it, her body would instinctively writhe. He liked the jerking movements. It meant that he was getting through with his beautiful tongue efforts.
"Keep playing with the nipple," she said. "Then you can go on to the other, baby. I love it when you touch me like that. I feel warm all over. Warm and excited. I'm really feeling it down there in my snatch. Finger my pussy, baby, play with my tits."
His tongue was now dancing out of control as he worked it magnificently over her nipple. Every now and then he would bring his teeth to bear on that nipple, teasing it diligently.
He removed his tongue from her left breast, moving it over to the right. He flipped his tongue devastatingly over her nipple, working it with precision.
After he gave his teeth a shot or two at it, he stopped the nipple action.
As his fingers continued to maneuver around her snatch, which was beginning to moisten from the steady stimulation he was providing, Eddie allowed his tongue to sweep with magnificent grace over both of her breasts.
He would flip that tongue with expert, comprehensive strokes over one breast, then move it over to the other.
As his tongue continued to make steady contact with her tit, Joyce was hardly able to withstand the tremendous pace he was setting.
She felt an overpowering eagerness to orgasm and knew that the moment he put his tongue to work on her love button, she would be ready to shoot.
"Suck my cunt, baby. You've got to go down on my snatch," she said.
After finishing with the fervent tits sucking, Eddie suddenly lifted his head.
"I'm going to eat that box of yours, but first I want to have some fun doing some other things," he told her.
"What could be more fun than sucking my snatch r
"Sucking your snatch with a few preliminaries. I want to play with that butt of yours."
"I wish that you'd rim it," she laughed. "It's been quite a while since you've stuck your tongue up against my rosy red ass-hole."
"So the ass-hole is ready for some action again," he chuckled.
"My ass-hole is always ready for action, just like my cunt and my tits, and anything else you care to name."
"Come to think of it, once I get you excited, you're so oversexed that even your toes want action."
"They do, but right now there are other parts of my anatomy that want the action even more."
"I can well imagine. I want to just play with those ass-cheeks a little bit, then I'll be glad to suck your ass-hole."
"I know you're going to do a beautiful job. You're as good an ass licker as they come."
Eddie laughed, then put his fingers to work on her ass-cheeks.
He squeezed those firm, lovely buttocks several times, and as he did so he observed his cock was hardening even more than before. He was obtaining new heights of erection. He was being propelled into a state of passionate erection just from making his baby happy by playing with her tits and cunt.
He then began to zero in with more determination than ever, letting those fingers pinch her nipples ever so eagerly. He made certain that he did not hurt her with his pinching movements, but did his best to put some oomph behind his efforts to impart tickling sensations in her.
"I love those movements," Joyce exclaimed loudly. "Your fingers are talented, honey. If you hadn't become a great fucker, you could have made a great piano player."
"The only piano player I'd want to make would be a gorgeous female one," he winked.
"I didn't mean it that way."
"That's the way I took it."
"You seem to take everything in a sexual context."
"That's right. Everything makes me think of sex."
"Of course, I guess that isn't so bad."
"No, and it would be a better fucking world if everybody thought like I did."
Joyce laughed at Eddie's comment, then settled back and continued to enjoy those sturdy finger efforts he put forth.
His fingers were diligently teasing her nipples, and as he continued to work them effectively, he briskly manipulated the fingers of his other hand around her crotch. He was permitting his fingers to work skillfully into the innermost reaches of her snatch.
He started out by rubbing her pussy hairs, and gradually he had made his way to where he was giving her the complete once-over. He loved touching her pussy dew, which was surfacing as a result of his brisk, incessant maneuvering.
"Now I'm tickling all over," she gasped. "I'm going to need that tongue of yours, baby."
"I'll make waves with my tongue."
"I'm already starting to orgasm a little."
"Yes, I guess we'd call this a baby orgasm," he chuckled. "You are giving out with a little pussy juice."
"Get down there and eat me, sweetheart."
"Will you feed me your nice hot juice."
"You know I will."
"Such determination must not go unrewarded," Eddie chuckled.
He dropped his head down between her legs. Eddie reached out and let his fingers clutch her tits.
With one spirited movement, he parted her legs, preparing to slip his tongue down between her hot thighs.
"I want it," she exclaimed passionately. "You've really got me hot, honey. I need it. Go after my box. Eat that mound of mine. Suck me. Oh, suck my snatch."
As Eddie continued to maneuver his fingers around her thighs, squeezing them gingerly, he slipped his torrid tongue inside her mound.
His first few movements were slow and methodical. He was planning on picking up the pace gradually, but he knew he couldn't string out the action too long, because she was too hot. She would need to orgasm shortly, and it was up to him to maneuver his tongue as convincingly as possible to obtain the orgasmic juices that she would be spurting out of her pussy and into his mouth.
"Eat me, eat me," she cried out. "Work that tongue, sweetheart. You really know how to do it. Just keep it slipping in my pussy slot."
He stepped up the pace, working his tongue speedily around her fiery box. He picked up her musky female scent, and it made him all the more desirous of getting the job done properly.
His tongue consistently made its way through the thicket of blonde pussy hair down into her moist mound.
He continued sliding that tongue ever deeper into her love pit, and as he did so, he observed her legs beginning to tremble. He could also see her tits sliding back and forth in instinctive reaction to the hot movement he was supplying.
"Keep up the burning suck," she encouraged. "Come on and suck me, sweetheart. Keep the tongue moving. Oh, am I ever getting hot. I'm itching all over from those movements. You're just too much with that tongue. I love it, baby. I love every hot movement."
He had her on the verge of orgasm and her trembling fingers were running through her hair. She wanted to give Eddie the benefit of every conceivable bit of extra action she could summon.
Her legs continued trembling and she was breathing in short, puffy gasps. All the while his tongue continued generating wild fire within her, darting and stabbing with a hungry diligence inside her pussy.
Several blazing strokes later, the juices started to spurt out of her torrid box.
"There it goes," she exclaimed. "Oh, honey, eat me. Go after my juices, baby. Oh, you're doing just fine. Very good. Oh, go after every drop. Eat it, baby, eat that hot cunt. Just fine, honey, you're perfect."
He systematically and eagerly gobbled up every drop of pussy juice from her snatch, after which he released his tongue from her mound and stretched out next to her on the bed.
He threw his left arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.
"You're always a good piece of ass," he exclaimed. "Whether I'm eating you or fucking you."
"You were really in good form today."
"I've had a few hours sleep."
"I haven't ever seen you any hornier when it came to going after my box."
"I wanted a delicious breakfast."
"Glad you got it."
"Now I'd like you to focus those eyes of yours, baby, on my hot stick." Eddie reached out with his right hand and latched onto the end of his cock. He was touching the very tip of it, smiling as he did so.
"What should I say about it?" she asked smilingly.
"I'd like for you to get impressed enough by it to want to be fucked by it."
"I'm that impressed," she nodded.
"I wish you'd play with it for a little bit."
"You mean you'd like for me to take it away from you?"
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," Eddie nodded. "Just massage that dick of mine for a little bit, baby. You'll find that such activity will do you in very good stead. You'll get it back double when I fuck you."
"That does sound very good."
"Here's my peter. Take it away from me."
A mischievous grin surfaced on the lips of lovely Joyce as she looked at her lover's inflated penis.
The beautiful blonde reached down with the fingers of her right hand, touching ever so softly the searing tip of his smooth rod.
"That's it. Now just move those fingers," he said softly. "You can do it with great sensitivity. That will get me good and hot. It will get me scorching, baby. So scorching that I'll just have to have your cunt."
CHAPTER TWO
Joyce was eagerly anticipating using her fingers to give Eddie's prick some needed stimulation.
Even though Eddie was certainly hot enough to tackle her cunt at that very moment, he preferred to get as hot as possible before getting into the act. So that meant some brilliant finger stimulation, and she was more than happy to provide it.
Her fingers made their way over the end of his silky, bulging peter, and as her fingertips moved with hypnotic grace over his rod, she enjoyed the sensations every bit as much as he did.
There was something electrifying in manipulating her fingertips over the end of that huge instrument, and after she had satisfied herself with those few initial preliminary movements, she would then guide her fingers over the entire length of his hot tool.
"That's what I like," he nodded. "Some brilliant finger movements. You're really getting me anxious, baby. You can start moving the fingers around the rest of my cock if you'd like."
She nodded, then proceeded to extend her finger movements over the base of his peppery dick.
He could feel the juices flowing inside him and observed his ball bag bulging with scorching juices as her fingers worked up and down his peter.
It took her no more than a few strokes to get him on the verge of ecstasy, and now Eddie knew that he was going to have to get into the act of fucking. The preliminary movements were just too much. He had pushed perilously close to orgasm and he didn't want to unleash his white droplets of cum when she was fingering his dick. He wanted to do it with his cock thrust squarely inside her mound.
"You can turn loose, now," he said. "You've done your job and done it effectively, baby. Thank you very much."
"The pleasure was mine."
"Now I've just got to fuck you."
"Drive it in me, sweetheart."
"Hang on, because I'm going to give you some tight thrills in there. That snatch of yours is always so tight. It's just made for my hot dick."
Eddie ran his fingers affectionately over her breasts, loving the feel of his fingers on her firm, warm skin.
As the finger movements continued, he slipped his dagger-like penis inside her mound.
He manipulated his hips back and forth skillfully, but made "certain that he did not enter her mound to the fullest possible extent. He flipped his prick inside the outer fringes of her cunt. He wanted to relish every possible movement, and the one thing he did not want to do was to explode prematurely.
Many times he had done that very thing with Joyce, and always for the same reason-her body was just too beautiful.
Even as his fingers manipulated around her breasts he was-having great difficulty in restraining himself. The breasts were so full, so light, so lovely that when he began focusing his fingers on her pink nipples, his movements from the waist down then became uncontrollable.
Suddenly he was surging that spear into the cavernous depths of her love tunnel, grinding away with effusive passion as he tore his searing prick deep into her mound.
He withdrew his fingers from her breasts, letting them maneuver downward toward her ass-cheeks.
Eddie's trembling fingers went to work on Joyce's buttocks, and he enjoyed the trim ripeness of them. He touched the smooth flesh, pinching it with great conviction as his thundering prick continued to drive forcefully inside her mound.
His body was functioning skillfully, and now he was performing like a well oiled machine, determinedly guiding his erect rod into her to the maximum extent of his ability. He loved probing the inner depths of that same organ that he had fastened his tongue to only a few minutes earlier.
He liked to get to know his lover in every intimate way. Even though there were certain acts she considered offbeat and would not perform with him, Eddie had confidence in Joyce. He figured that eventually she would be willing to engage in swapping, sodomy, or virtually anything he would want.
For the moment, he was content to perform the acts that were permissible, and as he continued finding the range inside her moist snatch with his inflated dick, he recognized that he could not hold out much longer. The pace was too convincingly rapid and soon the hot white orgasmic juices would be releasing themselves from the end of his blazing joystick. They would be shooting into her mound, and that would provide him with the greatest possible moment of joy.
He loved watching the juicy cum spurt out of his dick and slide into her pussy.
His nervous fingers moved from her ass-cheeks down to her thighs. He clutched and squeezed those firm folds of flesh as he drove his prick relentlessly into her pink vagina walls.
Her cunt muscles clasped hard around his huge rod, enjoying every effort that he generated within her.
She flipped her tits and ass-cheeks accommodatingly every time that he penetrated her. As she flipped her body back and forth to meet his forceful strides, she felt that much better about what was going on.
He could feel the white heat generating in his flaming balls. He knew his turgid sheath would be releasing itself of its spirited joy juice in just a short period of time.
"Get ready, baby, I'm going to juice," he sighed.
"Please kiss me while you're doing it, sweetheart."
"I think you're right. That would give it another sexy dimension."
"I want to thrill you every which way, honey. I can't get too many sensations from you."
He slipped his tongue forward, letting it enter inside Joyce's mouth.
As the tongues collided with passionate zeal, his body twisted and turned more rapidly than ever as the first few droplets of juicy cum shot out of the end of his spear.
His body continued trembling as he matched Joyce stroke for stroke in both the Frenching and the fucking.
His prick continued to unleash itself, driving forward as the orgasm voluminously spurted into her waiting pussy
She basked in the delightful warmth of his liquids as he pumped her and fingered her thighs.
It was a beautiful orgasm for both of them from start to finish, and when he released his tongue from her mouth and his cock from her pussy, he exclaimed: "Maybe we'd better go out for breakfast now!"
"We've lost a few juices," she giggled. "I orgasmed too, baby."
"Then you did it twice."
"Yeah, once with your tongue in my snatch, and the other time with your cock inside my mound."
"That means you're one up on me," he laughed, reaching out and patting her right ass-cheek.
"I'll give you a chance to catch up.'"
"Hopefully not too long from now."
"Maybe when we come back to the room."
"That's right. We'll be changing clothes and going out to the pool. So we can have ourselves a little bit of fun before then."
"Perhaps so. I don't know. I'm really beginning to feel oversexed now around you," Joyce laughed. "I don't want to turn into a sex nut or something."
"You don't need to worry about that. You've still got hang-ups, baby, and that's really too bad. I'm going to do my best to take all of them out of you."
"Perhaps if you fucked me a few more times it would happen," she laughed. "I don't know. I definitely believe that people have to have a few inhibitions, particularly a girl. I'd be swallowed alive by a lion like you if I really didn't."
"Don't underestimate yourself," he laughed. "The more often that we fuck, the better you get. You know where it's at, baby, and you have a pretty strong inner reserve. You can take care of yourself."
"I guess you're right. All I can think of now is food."
"I can think of your pussy food," he chuckled. "Just give me a protein diet like that, and I don't need anything else."
"You'd like to get by just eating me?"
"Hell, yes! I think it would be a pretty groovy thing."
He leaned forward and let his lips collide with hers.
Joyce Hale was certain of one thing-her fianc' was powerfully attracted to her body, as were scores of other men. But she wasn't letting any of the other men gain access to it. Her voluptuous form was reserved strictly for Eddie Briggs, and he knew it. That made him feel tremendous pride
CHAPTER THREE
A warm, exhilarated Joyce Hale stepped out of the shower.
As she picked up a brisk white towel and began to run it firmly over her naked body, she observed herself in the mirror.
It made her proud to look at her lovely trim form. She had the kind of body that men hungered for, what with the long, sensuous creamy legs, her voluptuous breasts, and the trim waist.
It made her feel good to know that a man like Eddie, who had dated a number of models, preferred her. He wanted to marry her. And as she thought about him and his preference for her, she found herself getting a little bit warm between her legs in her snatch area.
As she finished drying herself off and placed the towel back on the rack, she let the fingers of her right hand work their way down toward her pussy.
She massaged her mound several times, twisting her lovely white hips as she did so.
She liked to diddle herself every now and then, lying back in her bed, luxuriating as she played with her pussy.
Joyce wondered whether she ought to do that on this particular occasion. Eddie had wanted to date her that evening, but she had declined, telling him that she was just too tired out from a long day at school.
"Why don't you qiut that damned job," he said. "We can get married right away then."
"I've got a job to do. Don't think about your cock and balls. Think about what I want."
She knew that her answer had disgusted him, but she was getting tired of hearing him pop that same question. Just because she was having a little difficulty with her high school class didn't mean that she ought to quit.
The one thing that was really beginning to make her nervous, was the manner in which some of those young men, fully developed and highly knowledgeable in the realm of sex, would look at her stimulating form. They would have those same hungry expressions on their faces that Eddie would give forth with when he was good and hot.
She could go into her bedroom, lie down, and finger her snatch while she closed her eyes and thought about Eddie. Many times she would do that, since it was less physically exerting than having Eddie actually plant his prick in her. She would save those hot fucking sessions with Eddie generally for the weekend, like that last weekend at Palm Springs.
She could tell, however, that Eddie, a highly sexed man, got disgusted over her inability to put out more during the week. He was the kind of guy, she knew, who wanted to get his rocks off every night.
She picked up her robe, tossing it around her and walking towards the bedroom.
Just as she was about to stretch out in bed and listen to a little late night music, she heard the sound of the doorbell.
A quick glance at the clock informed her that it was almost eleven. She thought it strange that anybody would be calling at that hour.
She tied the sash which held together her canary yellow robe, then walked swiftly toward the front room.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"It's Eddie!" She immediately recognized the voice.
Joyce threw the door open, observing a grinning Eddie standing in the doorway next to a tall, lovely buxom redhead clad in a red pantsuit.
Judging by the expressions on their faces, Joyce quickly ascertained that both of them were drunk, Eddie and the girl.
"Hi, baby, I brought a friend over," Eddie said, immediately stepping inside Joyce's apartment.
Joyce sized up the sexy redhead, whose large brown eyes appeared to be dancing as she looked in Joyce's direction and smiled. Joyce couldn't help but feel deep resentment. After all, what was her fianc' doing out with this gorgeous young redhead ?
"What's the meaning of this, Eddie?" she said irritably. "It's getting late."
"Like hell it is," Eddie laughed. "It isn't even eleven o'clock yet. I figured there's plenty enough time left for some good fucking."
"You've got to be out of your mind. I have an early class tomorrow. I can't have sex. Besides, you brought a guest along."
"I can assure you that she won't mind," Eddie laughed, looking at the redhead and winking. "Incidentally, Joyce Hale, I want you to meet Gilda Evans. We met tonight in a local cocktail establishment and we haven't been able to stop talking. I told her all about you, and she was eager to meet you."
"Is that right?" Joyce appraised her. not even attempting to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"No need to get uptight, baby. Sure I wanted to meet you. I love happy romances. After all, I'm married."
"What are you doing traipsing around with Eddie T
"I liked his looks and I liked the size of his erection," she laughed. "Just because I'm married doesn't mean that I'm tied down."
"You sound like Eddie." Joyce shook her head.
"Maybe that's why we got along," Eddie said.
As Joyce stood there fuming. Eddie took her by surprise by walking over and undoing the sash of the canary yellow robe. Before she was even aware of what was happening, he was tugging at it.
"Don't take that off," Joyce fumed.
"Come on. Don't be such a goddam spoiled sport," Eddie said, overpowering her and tearing off her robe.
"I'm not going to undress in front of a strange woman."
"Why, baby?" Gilda laughed. "After all, you've got a pussy just like me. And two nice, ripe tits."
"Very ripe tits," Eddie said.
Eddie completed the act of removing his fianc''s robe. It made Joyce uncomfortable to be standing there in the buff before this strange woman.
Then Joyce began to notice the manner in which Gilda Evans was staring at her. She had the same kind of hungry, leering expression on her face that she had seen on the faces of so many men who had admired her, from Eddie all the way to young men that she taught at the high school.
"You weren't kidding one bit," Gilda nodded, looking at Eddie. "This chick is built. Would I ever like to slip my tongue into her slit."
"Now look, I've heard just about enough," Joyce burst forth angrily. "I thought you said you were married."
"I am," Gilda nodded.
"Then why are you sounding like a goddamn lesbian?" Joyce fumed.
"It's very simple, my dear," Gilda smiled, eyeing Joyce's lovely breasts. "I happen to take my pleasure where I find it. Sometimes that means making love to a man, either my husband or some sexy guy that I happen to meet. But it could also mean something else. It could also mean that I'm on the lookout for beautiful women, too. I like running my fingers and my tongue over nice smooth tits. I obviously can't get that sensation from a man. And there's no way that I'm going to get the sensation of running my tongue against a hot pussy. It's so intimate. You see, darling, I've got one myself, and that makes the whole thing more interesting."
"It isn't that hard to figure out, baby," Eddie laughed. "I figured that it would be fantastic for us to get involved in a three-way. As a matter-of-fact, that's how I talked Gilda into coming over here. I wanted her. She's got a cute butt and a great set of tits. So I talked her into getting involved in a three-way. I said that if she dug women, she'd dig you, and she told me that I could get in on the action if she liked my fiancee."
"Your fiancee passed with flying colors, darling," Gilda smiled at Eddie.
"I knew you'd say that," Eddie nodded. "After all, I know I've got myself quite a piece of ass."
"You sound like a damned male chauvinist pig," Joyce turned on him angrily. "I bet that's exactly what I am to you. Just a hot piece of ass."
"You're much more, honey. But when my cock gets hard, you become a piece of ass." Eddie laughed.
Joyce and Gilda watched as Eddie swiftly unzipped his trousers with the fingers of his right hand, pulling out his hard pecker, which he pumped up and down on.
"You're absolutely disgusting," Joyce said. "I wish that you'd both leave so I could get some sleep."
"Oh no, dear, it's a little late for that," Eddie said.
Joyce's body stiffened as Eddie walked toward her. The next thing she knew, he was sliding his tongue resolutely inside her mouth.
As he permitted his tongue to dart enthusiastically against hers, he reached down and let the fingers of his right hand manipulate skillfully over her breasts.
He kept up the fervent breast contact for a few strokes, then let his fingers go to work on her snatch.
He moved his fingers resolutely against her pussy, realizing confidentially that if he kept up such movements for a little while, Joyce's resistance would lessen.
After Eddie removed his tongue from Joyce's mouth, he exclaimed:
"Honey, let's go into the bedroom."
Joyce was temporarily under the influence of
Eddie's sexual powers and, as he grabbed her hand and guided her toward the bedroom, she complied without saying anything. But she still felt strange about Gilda being in the room.
Gilda tiptoed into the bedroom behind them, watching as Eddie glided his lover down inside the bed.
He ran his fingers through her lovely blonde hair, then planted his lips against hers. He liked the collision of his lips against hers, and as they remained pressed firmly together, he toyed with her nipples.
While Eddie was kissing his fiancee, an aroused Gilda could no longer withstand the sight of such erotic activities without taking action.
Her fingers went to work with electric excitement on her pantsuit, and soon she had completely removed it.
Eddie looked over and observed Gilda climbing out of her garter belt. His cock hardened with great anticipation as she bent over, showing her lovely buttocks.
He recalled how he had been drawn to her ass as he observed her sitting down on a bar stool at the local cocktail establishment. His prick had hardened instantly at that point, and now it was hardening more than ever as he observed her stoop over and undo the straps which held together the garter belt.
Eddie listened to the straps snapping, then took one more good look at those firm buttocks. He envisioned himself with his fingers around them, probing them skillfully as he enjoyed himself thoroughly.
His strategy was to keep Joyce hot long enough to give Gilda a chance to finish undressing. He could tell by the look of electricity in Gilda's eyes just how much she wanted Joyce, and he knew he would receive great voyeuristic thrills by watching the two girls collide in bed.
If only, he thought, he could tone down Joyce's opposition to the point where she would let Gilda do things to her sexually. It would be an important beginning stage toward sexual liberation, something that he felt his fiancee definitely needed.
He wanted to have sex with her any which way, or in any combination. Right now that was impossible, but with just a little work, he felt that what was impossible for the moment would become a practical reality in time.
Gilda removed the garter belt, then slipped her fingers around her black lace panties.
Eddie was so hard just watching her out of the corner of his eye that he practically orgasmed as she glided her fingers toward her panties.
He observed her toying with the elastic, and as she moved the panties down her smooth, trim legs, he reached down and tugged at his prick several times.
"This is too much, being around two such beautiful girls," Eddie laughed.
Joyce became so jealous of Eddie's diverted attention that she reached out and delivered a scorching kiss to his lips.
She ran her fingers through his hair, doing her best to make him realize that, in the final analysis, they were a twosome and nobody else counted.
But with somebody as lovely as Gilda around, a man as passionate as Eddie couldn't help but be stimulated on two fronts instead of one.
As she stepped out of her panties, and as he got a good look at her mound, Eddie released his arms from Joyce's waist and jumped to his feet.
"Hey, I really like that pussy," he chuckled. "It's as clean as a whistle."
Eddie observed Gilda's shaved box, exploring it with the fingers of his left hand.
"It couldn't be any cleaner," he shook his head. "Who shaved that?"
"It was my husband's idea. He did it."
"What a smart man."
"He thinks it looks real sexy."
"It does. I have a pretty good idea what he--likes to do."
"He dives on my muff every chance he gets," Gilda chuckled. "He does it at least once a day."
"And he--likes it a little better without the hair," Eddie nodded.
"That's right. He--likes to just turn his tongue loose on my pussy without my hair being in the way."
"You know, I've been thinking of doing that to my lover here," Eddie pointed proudly toward Joyce. "I've been putting it off, and she's been giving me arguments about it. I think the time has arrived to shave her pussy."
"Go right ahead," Gilda smiled. "I'll just take off my bra and watch. As a matter-of-fact, don't be surprised if I start fingering my snatch. That's a powerfully erotic sight to see. Particularly with such a beautiful girl."
"I'll sure go along with that," Eddie chuckled.
"Nobody has asked me about this," Joyce pouted.
"I'm sorry, dear, but we've talked about this many times," Eddie laughed. "I have to agree with Gilda and Gilda's husband. There's really something to be said for shaving a girl's snatch. I'll enjoy sucking your box all the more. You certainly like it when I dive on your muff, don't you?"
"Yes, but I don't know if I would go for having my pussy shaved. Particularly in front of Gilda."
"Don't worry about me, sweetie," Gilda winked. "I admire that body of yours. I'd really like to watch it."
"Give the girl a break," Eddie chuckled.
As Joyce lay in the middle of the bed, her legs spread, looking down at her pussy, Eddie walked into the bathroom.
He returned moments later holding the razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other.
Eddie looked down at her golden pussy hairs and laughed.
"You won't have these hairs for much longer," he said. "Not after I get to work with this razor."
Suddenly Joyce felt waves of titillation shooting through her. As she looked at Gilda's perfectly shaved box, she wondered what it would be like to have her fur thatch removed.
Eddie was moving toward her, applying the shaving cream to her vaginal area.
Joyce looked up at Gilda, who was quickly removing her bra. The redhead was anxious to complete the act of undressing, after which she would exercise her voyeuristic impulses by watching Eddie shave his fiancee's snatch.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Eddie ran the razor smoothly over Joyce's box, his young fiancee couldn't help but enjoy the stimulating movements.
The lather was warm, and as she observed h removing her pubic hairs with the razor she felt a tremendous sense of stimulation. Something new was happening, and she couldn't help but be impressed by it.
But there was another side of her that was embarrassed over the fact that Gilda was watching every movement.
As Eddie continued shaving her box, Gilda was lying on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, her fingers manipulating over her mound.
She took on the appearance of a nervous burlesque dancer, what with her hips swaying back and forth and her fingers constantly playing over her scorching, shaved box.
"What sensations," Gilda sighed. "Oh, I'm so oversexed that I could go out of my mind watching something like this. She looks comfortable, Eddie."
"She sure is," Eddie laughed. "I used that nice warm lather. It's a good thing I have some of my shaving equipment over here. That lather warmer."
"I guess it's pretty good stuff," Gilda laughed.
"Oh yes, I have to set up shop over here. I sleep over quite often on weekends."
"You lucky, dirty guy," Gilda laughed.
"I'm just about through shaving her now," Eddie grinned. "That love tunnel of hers will be all ready for you pretty soon."
"I'm dying of thirst," Gilda chuckled. "I really want to let that tongue of mine go to work inside her snatch."
"No, I don't want to go that route," Joyce shook her head.
"Now you just relax, honey," Eddie said soothingly. "Let me finish shaving your box first."
A few strokes later, Eddie completed his job He picked up a wash cloth and wiped the shaving cream from her box.
As he completed his act, he picked up the bed sheets, using them to daintily dry off his lover's mound.
"Would you look at that," he laughed joyously "You're right, Gilda. That really does look sexy. Just look at her shaved box."
"It sure looks yummy," Gilda said. "So yummy that I want to eat it."
Joyce looked over at Gilda. She swallowed hard as she found herself becoming attracted to this beautiful redhead.
As she surveyed Gilda's body, she realized that she was dealing with a truly beautiful woman and one who desperately wanted to make love t her.
She observed the tapered thighs, the beautiful breasts and the firm buttocks that Eddie ha admired to such an extent.
She looked at Gilda's shaved box and hadn't agree that there was a good deal to be said for eliminating pubic hairs.
"I want to give her a rim job." Gilda looked over at Eddie and smiled.
"That will be a great way to start," Eddie p pied enthusiastically. "And I know she'd love it."
"What the hell is a rim job?" Joyce asked, smilingly putting him on.
"That's when somebody sticks their pink little tongue into your rosy red ass-hole," Gilda winked, edging her way into the bed closer to Joyce.
Joyce lay there in a state of total bewilderment, unable to comprehend the meaning of what was happening between her and Gilda. The older, married woman, a veteran of many affairs at the age of thirty-two, seized the moment to reach out with the fingers of both hands, letting them cup around Joyce's bountiful breasts.
Gilda applied her fingers firmly, letting them squeeze and fondle Joyce's tits.
"That feels real good," Gilda sighed. "Oh, honey, those tits are so firm. I knew that they would be. I knew that I'd go wild when I touched them. I just had to touch those breasts. What tits, what super tits. I've got to lick them. I've got to give them a tongue bath. I've got to give you a tongue bath. Then I've got to rim you. You're going to love it when I suck your ass-hole. I've never had anybody complain about my ass-hole licking, either man or woman."
Joyce felt the itchiness building in her snatch, and as she looked down at her quivering thighs she began to worry. She couldn't help but wonder if she was becoming a Lesbian. Never had she received such sensations from another woman, but just looking at Gilda's lovely body imparted a sense of overpowering zeal within her. A sensation of sexual curiosity which would not be satisfied until Gilda got to work with her tongue, j
Gilda reached out, allowing her fingers to glide over Joyce's lovely nipples.
She squeezed the pink nipples, smiling as Joyce moved back and forth in dramatic response.
"I'm going to suck those tits," she told her. "I'm going to really get you hot, baby. You're going to be begging for that rim job by the time I give it to you."
Gilda resolutely dropped her tongue down towards Joyce's left tit.
With great firmness and enthusiasm, Gilda went to work applying her tongue resourcefully to Joyce's breast.
The longer that she kept up the fervent pace, the better that Joyce liked it. The lovely blonde lay back and closed her eyes, enjoying every piercing movement that Gilda delivered.
After Gilda finished with one breast, she moved over to the other. As she slid her hot tongue over Joyce's firm tit, Eddie found himself getting so carried away by it all that he had to undress.
With swift determination, he climbed out of his suit, then tugged off his shorts. He looked at his firm rod, realizing that it wouldn't be long before he would have to get it working inside Gilda.
He watched Gilda's delectable, twisting butt, and the longer he focused his eyes on it, the harder and more relentlessly zealous his cock became.
He looked down at its firm silky smoothness, and he was stoutly determined to shove it into Gilda's ass.
For the moment, however, Gilda was concerned about just one thing, getting her share of kicks from slipping her hot tongue over Joyce's breast.
Joyce enjoyed thoroughly the sizzling movements of Gilda's tongue. The faster that she worked it, the more rapidly Joyce's body began to rotate back and forth.
Joyce's buttocks were making swift, sweeping movements from side to side'as the tongue action continued at a furious pace.
Gilda became so enamored with Joyce's lovely breasts that she decided it would be a good idea to exercise her teeth on them.
With diligent determination, she put her teeth to work on Joyce's left tit, exercising her teeth resourcefully and smoothly over the firm folds of flesh.
She moved the teeth skillfully, nibbling with dainty precision on Joyce's skin. As the teeth came into steady biting contact with her breast, Joyce heaved a loud sigh.
"Keep sucking, baby. Keep sucking my tit," Joyce exclaimed. "Move those teeth. I love it. I love the action of the teeth. You're too much, sweetheart. You know just how to get me excited. Whee, keep it up, baby."
Gilda continued to sink her teeth resolutely into her lover's nipple. She would alternately divide her mouth action between the two rosy, warm nipples.
Joyce's bodily movements were now causing the bed to shake, and Gilda took great pleasure in knowing the extent to which she was arousing her lover.
"Keep up that action," a sexually nervous Eddie exclaimed, tugging up and down on his long stem. "I'm going to fuck you, Gilda. We're going to have a beautiful threesome. I'm going to fuck you while you're sucking Joyce. Keep those teeth rotating. baby. You're really doing a beautiful job of it."
As Gilda continued her fervent movements, she reached down and began to pinch Joyce's ass-cheeks.
She had been drawn toward Joyce's smooth, creamy skin from the very beginning, and as she clamped her fingers on it, she stepped up the pace of her teeth movements dramatically. She worked the teeth around until deciding that it was time for her to go back to the sucking, at which point she worked her tongue frantically over Joyce's left breast. a Joyce permitted her body to flare upward, meeting the swift tongue efforts of Gilda. Gilda liked the extra cooperation she was receiving from Joyce, and it made her work her tongue with greater effectiveness.
As the hot tonguing continued, Eddie was finding it difficult to restrain himself. A white heat was generating rapidly between his legs and in his hot cock. And as his testicles expanded with nervous excitement, he knew it would take very little effort to shoot ,off his hot cream. "Keep up the sucking," Eddie said hoarsely, removing his fingers from his penis for several seconds.
He knew that if he did not, he would explode immediately.
"Come on and suck, Gilda baby. You are really giving her the sensations. I know you're going to give her a fantastic rim job. Just keep working your tongue along her tits."
CHAPTER FIVE
Gilda worked Joyce into a lather, then swiftly removed her tongue from the lovely blonde's tits.
"Now I'm going to rim you," Gilda smiled. "I'm going to shove that tongue of mine up your ass-hole. I'm going to make that ass-hole of yours come alive with excitement, sweetheart. I'm going to really drive my tongue, I'm going to work it all the way to your rectum. How does that sound to you?"
"It sounds delightfully beautiful."
"Go ahead and rim her, baby," Eddie said, reaching out and patting Gilda's ass-cheeks.
"You seem really turned on by all of this." Gilda looked at Eddie and smiled.
"How could I help but be turned on?" Eddie laughed. "With a beautiful blonde and a gorgeous redhead taking each other on under the sheets. There's no way old Eddie's cock could be any way but hard watching something like that."
Gilda turned her attentions back to Joyce, letting her fingers manipulate first around Joyce's breasts, then down to her legs. She played with Joyce's hot thighs, then slid her tongue into Joyce's ass-hole.
She began rimming Joyce with fervent determination, allowing her tongue to slide with magnificent strokes inside Joyce's anus.
The first few strokes were short and fast, but soon she started exercising her tongue a little more slowly, putting greater impact into the strokes.
With great skill, Gilda manipulated the tongue in such a manner as to combine speed with sensuality. She knew that if she stroked too fast, the two girls would be losing something during the course of the act. So she worked the tongue at a swift yet methodical pace to where she could enjoy the best of both worlds.
Joyce's body was quivering unrestrainedly and her hips moved back and forth. Gilda kept up the surging pace, sliding her tongue ever higher inside Joyce's ass-hole.
"Just glide that tongue around, sweetheart. Keep it working," Eddie laughed.
Eddie had become so hot that he decided not to work his fingers over his prick anymore. His turgid rod was so ready to explode that just a few strokes one way or the other could, he recognized, could make a substantial difference.
Gilda's hips wiggled dramatically as she buried her tongue high inside Joyce's ass-hole.
"I'm really getting it," Joyce exclaimed. "That ass-hole of mine is on fire. What burning sensations, baby. Are you ever delivering that tongue. Oh, those tongue strokes. I've never experienced anything like it. Suck my ass, baby. Suck it, darling! Oh, are you ever sucking."
Gilda kept up the spirited tongue maneuverings for several more seconds, at which point she released her tongue from Joyce's ass-hole.
"Time for the main event," she chuckled. "I'm finally going to get to taste you."
"Go down on my snatch and I've got a nice surprise for you after you get that tongue of yours squared away in my box."
"It's going to be delicious going after that shaved snatch," Gilda smiled, reaching down and letting her fingers maneuver over Joyce's mound. "It's going to be downright juicy. Ah, already there's a little pussy juice coming out of there."
"You got me moist with all that ass-hole sucking," Joyce said. "It was almost too much to take."
"It was just the perfect action to get you where I want you," Gilda said. "Just wait until I start to move my tongue around your snatch."
"I'm itching down there, baby, do it fast," Joyce said with stout determination. "I need it from you. I need those burning movements. I need them down there between my legs. I want that action, honey, I really want it."
"I've hardly seen her that horny for my tongue," Eddie chuckled. "Apparently you've made a hit, Gilda baby."
"I usually do with my tongue," Gilda smiled. "Some of these gals are a little reluctant to screw with another woman at first. But once they get a load of my hot bod and see the way that my sizzling tongue goes to work, their opposition vanishes."
"I can sure see why," Eddie chuckled.
Eddie reached out and ran his fingers firmly around Gilda's ass-cheeks. He loved touching the buttocks of the woman he had admired earlier that evening, the woman he had observed sitting there on the bar stool. Her ass had been the first thing to excite him, and now he couldn't help but feel a sense of sexual exhilaration over her entire body.
Her tits were smooth and firm, and he loved her shaved box.
Gilda resolutely went to work, working her fingers up and down Joyce's legs as she permitted her tongue to slide inside Joyce's box.
She attacked the shaved, moist pussy, permitting her fingers to massage first Joyce's thighs, then her ankles.
Legs spread, Joyce lay back and basked in the enjoyment and attention she was receiving from the brisk tongue of Gilda, who was determined to bring Joyce off as fast as she could. She longed to taste Joyce's pussy juices.
As Gilda's tongue buried itself in Joyce's moist nest, Eddie decided that it was time for him to go to work.
He played with Gilda's ass-cheeks for several seconds, then reached out with his right hand, diddling Gilda's nest.
The fingers moved hotly against Gilda's warm slit, generating enthusiasm throughout Gilda's body as she kept up the pace of her pussy sucking dramatically.
Eddie was a man with a plan. He recognized that if he could just precipitate a little more moisture between beautiful Gilda's legs in her love patch, he could put his cock to work where he wanted to.
He finally succeeded in causing her to juice to the point where-he could remove a substantial portion of vaginal liquid from her mound.
With speed and precision, Eddie slipped the hot pussy juice inside Gilda's ass-hole.
The portion that remained he used to grease the end of his cock which was set for immediate action.
Gilda couldn't have been in a more perfect position, legs spread and tongue buried in Joyce's shaved box.
He played with her ass-cheeks, enjoying the finger sensations, then suddenly thrust his burning penis forward, allowing it to enter inside Gilda's ass-hole.
At first he was content to slide that dick around the outer edges of Gilda's anus. He wanted to let things develop on a gradual level, to slip the cock in little by little before plunging in to the hilt. But he also knew that his scorching cock being what it was, and his balls bursting with a sense of anticipation, that he would have to explode reasonably soon.
As the fingers continued to make their way over the firm folds of ass flesh, Eddie skillfully manipulated his cock ever deeper inside Gilda's ass-hole.
As Gilda's ass-cheeks twisted and turned rhythmically with every cock thrust that Eddie directed inside her ass, she allowed her tongue to maneuver with resolute skill around Joyce's burning box.
"Keep driving that tongue," Joyce called out enthusiastically. "Work it, baby. Work it fast. I love it, I want it, I want to burst inside your mouth. You're going to eat me, sweetheart, and it won't be long before the juice is flying. Keep it up! Oh, I want you to keep it up."
As Gilda continued to suck, Eddie drove his spear into the innermost depths of Gilda's ass-hole.
He plunged with forceful skill, feeling the hot pangs of itchiness in his balls. His testicles were set to explode and his body was trembling as he fervently poured forth every ounce of determination in every stabbing movement.
He plunged and pushed, driving his pecker ever closer to the explosion mark. It was an aroused peter, a surging peter, a nervous tool that was set to ignite.
"What an ass," he gasped. "Do I love fucking it. Just get set to receive my juices, baby, because I'm going to unload in you."
As his fingers continued to glide around Gilda's ass-cheeks, he let loose the first few droplets of hot sperm inside her ass-hole.
His body shook relentlessly and he squeezed Gilda's ass-cheeks with forceful determination as the stream of white juice continued to burst out of the end of his prick.
He heaved a long sigh as the stream continued. And as he was unloading the last few droplets of joy juice from the end of his nervous stick, Gilda was getting set to receive a load of pussy juice from Joyce's snatch.
As Eddie release his prick from Gilda's ass-hole, Joyce let out a howl as she felt the passionate nectars of womanhood spraying from her organ.
"My box is exploding," she called out triumphantly. "Get down there and eat it, honey. Eat my pussy!"
Gilda went after every droplet of juice that spurted out of her lover's mound, and when she released her tongue from Joyce's still aroused pussy, she had a smile of satisfaction on her face.
"I'm always for winning converts to the noble endeavor of female fucking," Gilda grinned.
"I never thought I'd like it, but I sure do."
"Of course you do," Gilda said, leaning forward and letting her lips press against Joyce's.
Eddie stood next to the bed, wondering what would happen next. Initially he had thought that once Gilda succeeded in bringing Joyce off, that she would be satisfied and that the sex session would come to an end. But he could tell from the degree of passion that Gilda mustered in kissing Joyce's Jips that it wasn't over by a long shot.
As Gilda released her lips from Joyce's, she reached out with the index finger of her left hand, permitting it to press inside Joyce's ass-hole.
"I'm going to finger fuck you," she whispered hotly, allowing the finger to manipulate swiftly inside Joyce's ass-hole.
Joyce was so overcome by Gilda's sudden wave of passion and the manner in which she was actually communicating with her that her body lifted several inches upward from the bed. She began to bounce up and down as Gilda continued to stab inside her ass.
Gilda knew just how to get Joyce extra hot, so while she continued probing her finger inside Joyce's ass, she allowed the fingers of her other hand to slide skillfully around Joyce's still aroused box.
"I'll finger fuck you two ways," Gilda said. "It's double or nothing, baby."
The finger probed with great determination inside Joyce's ass-hole, and as it did so, the fingers of Gilda's other hand worked with greater rapidity around Joyce's mound.
The intensity within Joyce was increasing now, and Gilda recognized she had her just where she wanted her.
"I'm going to slide my body next to yours," Gilda explained. "When I'm lying across from you, I want you to finger my ass-hole. Are you for. that?"
"I'm for anything right now," Joyce said.
Gilda nodded, satisfied that things were coming off according to plan. She kept on manipulating her fingers over Joyce's snatch while she kept one finger deep within Joyce's ass-hole.
Soon Joyce was duplicating on Gilda the same thing that Gilda had been resolutely supplying Joyce.
Eddie found himself getting carried away with things once more, and he ran off to the bathroom, where he soaped down his cock and rinsed it off. He wanted it completely clean so he could extract some more favors from Gilda.
As he returned to the bedroom, Gilda and Joyce were matching intense movements. They exchanged finger fucks, pushing the fingers high into each other's ass-hole while they also diligently manipulated their hands around each other's mound.
Their surging, burning bodies were twisting and turning uncontrollably as they got set for the ultimate moment of pleasure, at which they would be exchanging tongue stabs.
Gilda recognized that she was leading Joyce into this state of action without Joyce knowing it, but that made it all the more fun. It was a challenge from start to finish.
Eddie's heart was beating rapidly as his nervous fingers went to work once more on his cock, which had attained the full erection status that it had known prior to the time that it had exploded inside of Gilda's ass-hole.
CHAPTER SIX
Once more Gilda assumed the initiative, this time by letting her tongue move downward toward Joyce's twisting, aroused snatch.
"Let's eat each other, baby," were Gilda's last words.
The more experienced Gilda continued pumping her finger into Joyce's ass-hole while she initiated her latest tongue symphony, whiplashing it at a furious level inside her lover's box.
As Joyce's body twisted and turned, she recognized that she could no longer hold back the impulses within her. They had been building from the time that Gilda had begun playing with her tits. It was time for her to get her tongue to work, and with vigorous determination, she threw off the last vestiges of inhibition, driving her tongue inside Gilda's snatch.
It was a blistering sixty-nine action at best, and the girls continued to finger fuck one another, driving their fingers into each other's ass-hole as the tongue spearing continued.
Their bodies eagerly twisted on the bed, and several times Eddie observed them reaching out and grabbing a handful of tit.
Their surging tongues rolled irresistibly onward, and Eddie removed his fingers from his cock. He would wait till Gilda was finished, at which point he would receive some more action.
The girls were moving toward an on-target orgasm. Eddie could tell that they were tuned to one another's movements, based upon the manner in which they kept up the steady tempo.
If Gilda would accelerate her tongue action one bit, Joyce would be sure to follow. The same applied to the level of enthusiasm they were projecting to one another as they kept the fingers flying inside each other's ass-hole.
Their bodies twisted and shook tremulously as they moved into the final few seconds of the act, the point at which they would be bursting forth with their orgasmic juices.
They orgasmed practically together, with Gilda shooting first and Joyce exploding only a second or two behind her.
As they released their tongues from one another, Eddie decided that the moment had arrived for him to enter the scene.
"Come on, Gilda. You said you like to give head," he exclaimed.
"I said that as long as certain things were right."
"That's right, and I fixed it to where you could screw my fiancee. So now I want you to suck me off."
"I suppose a deal's a deal," Gilda smiled, dropping down to her knees as Eddie sat at the foot of the bed. "On top of that, baby, I must say it's a pretty delectable looking cock you've got there."
"Sure it is. I'm only sorry to say that Joyce doesn't like sucking it as much as I think she should."
"She'll learn!" Gilda nodded. "Just like she found out a little something about girl lovemaking tonight. Oh yes, this is a very handsome cock. I think I'll tug on it for a few minutes before I start sucking. That is, providing you have no objections."
"There's no way you can get me to object to that," Eddie laughed.
He spread his legs outwardly in a comfortable fashion, then settled back and got set for some fantastic movements.
Things started with the proverbial bang as Gilda worked the fingers of her left hand around his balls, causing them to burn and bulge more noticeably than ever. At that same moment when she was playing with his testicles, she reached out and began to tug up and down on his hard cock.
"That's what I call good action," Eddie nodded. "Just keep those movements going. I'll tell you when it's time to shift the action to your tongue."
Eddie ran his fingers through Gilda's stunning red hair as her fingers picked up the pace, maneuvering more swiftly than ever as she toyed with his cock and balls.
Several strokes later, Gilda decided that it was time to switch to the sucking movements. With fervent determination, she slid her tongue down toward Eddie's balls. He was going to get a tremendous surprise, since he had not anticipated that she would work her tongue over his testicles.
"You're really something," he chuckled. "I like that ball action. Not too many chicks give head jobs that way. They think first of all about the cock, not about the balls. But you've got to keep the old ball bag happy. Work on that juice stream, baby, work that tongue around. I like the way you're twisting it. You really know where it's at. You're proving that, baby."
She twisted the tongue resolutely, working it around his balls. As she kept it moving, she reached out with her right hand, tugging at the end of his cock.
She gripped the foreskin ever so gingerly, maneuvering her fingers around it. Then she began to accelerate the movements as she slipped her fingers up and down the entire length of his erect instrument.
Back and forth she kept up those fervent activities, and he recognized that it was just a question of time before he would have to order her to suck his cock. He couldn't hold out for very long under the steady sucking action that she was providing.
"Suck my cock," he finally exclaimed. "It's burning up, baby, my cock is on fire. Put out those fires, sweetheart. Put them out by going after my orgasm. All it's going to take is a few hot strokes. That will do the job, what with me as hot as I am. Come on and get your tongue to work, baby. You did a beautiful job on my balls, just do the same thing to my cock."
Gilda was quick to heed his suggestion, allowing her tongue to withdraw from his balls and work its way toward the foreskin of his urgent peter.
She tickled his cock by letting her tongue rub along the edge of it, and as she did so, he lay-back and enjoyed the movements she was putting forward.
He continued running his fingers through her hair, and as she fervently sucked on the tip of his penis, she manipulated her fingers around his balls.
Eddie could see that she was a relentless cock-sucker and that she didn't miss a trick. She enjoyed the two-way' action, that of permitting his balls to receive additional sensations while she was sucking his cock.
He watched as her head bobbed up and down. Meanwhile Joyce was lying on the far end of the bed, taking in the sight.
Joyce had mixed feelings about the entire episode now that she had pushed herself to the point of Lesbian lovemaking. She was beginning to feel humiliated about everything, particularly her fianc' bringing another woman to her apartment and instituting a three-way sex orgy.
It made her feel awful to hear Eddie tell Gilda that his fiancee wouldn't give him enough cock-sucking, and it embarrassed her all the more to observe Gilda enthusiastically working her tongue along Eddie's agitated spear.
Gilda extended the movements now, working along the base of his long, smooth instrument.
Up and down she fervently worked her tongue, bobbing her head with great determination as she kept on sucking, whipping her tongue up and down his lengthy spear.
"Keep on sucking, baby. Just keep it going, honey. Oh, keep that head bobbing. Oh, keep the tongue working. That's it. Play with those balls. Tug on them, darling. I really love that. I like to feel those fingers around them. My testicles are sensitive too, baby, and you know just how to provide them with the right kind of action."
Eddie's tool was burning up at this point. He knew there was no way that he could withstand much more in the way of this hot action.
Her fingers massaged his balls resolutely, and her tongue worked with relentless energy, surging up and down his long stick. She looked like a determined young girl going to work on an all-day sucker, and Eddie felt the surges of energy inside his cock and balls.
He could feel the hot juice in his testicles, and knew that she would only have to supply a few more sucks. At that point he would burst forth with a flourish of sexual creativity, flooding her mound with his searing juices.
"Get set," he sighed.
A few moments later he heaved a louder sigh than ever, spilling the white juices out of the head of his aroused instrument.
He gasped as the cum stream continued to spurt out of him, and he couldn't help but feel a tremendous sense of relief. He had had a good deal of orgasmic liquid stored up inside him, and once that it had burst forth, he felt like a new-man.
"Beautiful! Absolutely great," he acknowledged once she released her tongue from his cock.
It had pleased him to observe the way that she stuck with the cocksuck from start to finish. Whereas Joyce could never seem to get used to the act of cocksucking and swallowing the orgasm, Gilda appeared to thrive on it.
"You ought to give Joyce a few pointers," Eddie chuckled as he sat down on the bed. "She doesn't seem to like to eat my cock juice."
"I do okay," Joyce replied defensively.
"You could stand a little improvement."
"Don't put the girl down," Gilda smiled, reaching out and patting Eddie on the forehead.
"I'm not trying to put her down. It's just that I recognize there's room for a little improvement. It must have been illuminating for her tonight just to see how far people can go when it comes to sexual excitement. I've told her about this for a long time. She just wouldn't buy it."
"Please get off my back, Eddie," Joyce snapped.
"Come on, baby, I'm not trying to put you down."
"It sure sounds that way."
"You're beautiful, honey." Gilda smiled. "Eddie didn't mean anything by it."
"I get sick of all this silly talk," Joyce shook her head. "I'm getting tired."
"I've got to get going," Gilda nodded, getting up from the bed. "My husband is slated to work late tonight, but I'm sure he's home by now. I'll have to think up a nice story for him."
"You mean your husband doesn't cooperate in all this stuff?" Joyce asked as Gilda began to put on her black lace panties and bra.
"No, he doesn't," she said regretfully, beginning to put on her garter belt. "It's really a shame. I wish that he had the same attitude that your Eddie has. Eddie here is a jewel of a guy."
"I've got a jewel of a cock," Eddie quipped.
"Yes, you do," Gilda nodded.
"I hope we'll be getting together again soon," Eddie said, "either for a two-way or a three-way." '
"I hope a three-way." Gilda smiled. "That way I can get another shot at gorgeous Joyce."
"You really did dig her, didn't you?" Eddie laughed.
"Couldn't you tell from the way I sucked her cunt?"
"I told you, you'd think she was something. You even gave me an idea. I mean, an idea to follow through on. I'd been debating about shaving her pussy for a long time, and tonight I got around to it."
"Glad I could be an inspiration."
"That ass-hole of yours is sure an inspiration," Eddie chuckled. "I can hardly wait to ram my cock in it again. You know, I just knew that I was going to do that when I saw you sitting there on the stool. It was the ass that attracted me first."
"A lot of men have said that."
"Naturally they would. It's a beautiful ass."
Eddie got up from the bed and began putting on his clothes.
Gilda was finishing dressing just as Eddie was beginning. It was apparent from the way that Gilda was moving that she was in quite a hurry. Also, she recognized that Joyce wanted to get rid of her at this point. She didn't really blame her, since it was only natural in Gilda's estimation for Joyce to spend a few minutes alone with her fianc'.
Gilda headed toward the door. "Goodnight, dears."
"Take it easy now, Gilda baby, and I'll be seeing you again soon," Eddie said. "Is that a promise."
"My cock has promised."
"All right, then my cunt will accept the promise." Gilda laughed leaving the room.
Joyce stared pensively into the far corner of the room as Gilda left the apartment.
"You could have said goodbye to her, dear." Eddie smiled, running his fingers over his lover's smooth forehead.
"I didn't feel like saying anything."
"Why not? She sure did a good job of sucking you. I was glad to see you cut loose on the inhibitions. That's a great sign. I figured you needed something like this."
"Why don't you fix us some drinks?" Joyce said. "You'll find some orange juice and vodka out in the kitchen."
"You don't have any bourbon?"
"No, I don't."
"I guess then that screwdrivers will have to do. Remember this, though, that a little screwdriver in me causes me to want to screw. And being around your naked body will cause my cock to mushroom again."
"Even with two joy shots tonight?"
"No doubt about it," he grinned. "I look at you and I want to screw."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eddie sipped the liquor.
As he reached the end of the drink, he couldn't help but think sexy thoughts once more.
He looked down at Joyce's beautiful nude body, reaching out with his right hand and cupping his fingers around her left breast.
As the fingers made steady contact with her firm tit, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
Joyce struggled free of his grasp.
"What's the matter? I've got another hard-on and I need to fuck," Eddie told her.
"That's enough of that."
"Why are you so cold ? Hell, I'll give you a good piece of ass. I'll really plunge that spear into you. Just give me a shot at your cunt."
"I said no. We're going to talk."
"About what?"
"About us. Just how serious are you about me, Eddie?" She looked at him soberly.
"Hell, as serious as a guy can get. Just take a look at that old peter of mine. Here I go and put on my clothes, and now I want to take them off. You can see how that cock is bulging in my trousers."
"I'm not talking about the size of your hard-on. I'm talking about you. What do you think?"
"You can't separate me from my erection," Eddie laughed.
"That's what I thought you'd say. You're really a pretty frivolous guy, Eddie. Maybe it took a little while for me to see that, but I can sure understand it now. Everything's just a piece of ass to you."
"That's not true," Eddie protested. "I dig you, baby."
"What kind of marriage would we have, Eddie?"
"A very sexy one," he chuckled. "I'd be banging you all the time. I like the idea of keeping your pussy shaved too, honey. That way you look so much sexier when I go down on you. I don't have to even bother wading through the pussy hairs. Just snatch all the way, and do I ever love eating it."
"Naturally you haven't gotten off the subject of sex for one second."
"Do I ever?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I live for it, baby. There's nothing I like better than plunging my pecker into your pussy. I'll tell you something. I'm glad that little old Gilda was along tonight, because it taught you something about the facts of life. It taught you that you can dig a woman and make it with her. When you two went down on each other's twat, I really had to fight to hold back the orgasm."
"What did that have to do with us?"
"That had everything to do with us," Eddie replied. "You see, baby, the one thing I was concerned about was that you weren't uninhibited enough. Now I think all that's changed. I'll level with you. I belong to some swinging clubs. Why, just last night when you didn't want to go out with me I went to a party. They spiked the punch with Spanish fly, and did we ever have a blast. You know, it's really great when you've got one gal sucking your ass out and another one blowing you. That's what happened to me. That old ass-hole of mine was sure tickling when that gal was playing with my balls and sucking my cock. If you don't think I shot rockets, then you've got another thought coming."
"Tell me more about these swingers' escapades," Joyce asked with interest.
"They're absolutely swell," he grinned. "I've wanted to take you along, as many of the guys bring their girlfriends. That's what makes it intriguing. But I've been afraid to ask you. You've been so uptight about certain sex acts and all, and these people go every which way. You'd be surprised at how many good looking chicks show up all by themselves. Some of them are married, too. They just want to get away from the old man and cut loose. like the one who blew me last night. She was married. Did she ever know how to handle my meat. She pumped up and down on it, playing with my balls and running her tongue up and down my long dick. I'll never forget that blow job. And Gilda tonight. She's the type of girl who fits into these swingers scenes. She doesn't belong to any of the clubs that I do, but she's been to certain functions. I mean, other groups. As a matter-of-fact, she invited me to a party next week."
"I do imagine you're going," Joyce said sarcastically.
"Hell, yes, I'm going. And I was figuring on you going too. We could put on a threesome in front of all of them. I can just see those guys. They'll be just pumping up and down on their pricks while we're fucking. I love that routine where she'd suck your twat and I fucked her ass-hole. Maybe we ought to do that."
"Don't count on it."
"Why is that?"
"Because I don't want any of it." Joyce stood up from the bed and frowned. "It's all over, Eddie. I don't want any part of you."
"You don't realize what you're saying. Come on now and sober up, baby. I've given you the best fucks of your life. Certainly you're not going to throw me out on my ear now."
"That's the very thing I'm going to do," Joyce said. "For the first time I'm really seeing you as you are. I represent nothing more to you than a bedroom toy. I see now what so many of these women libbers mean when they're talking about men using women as sex objects. That's all I am to you. A sex object."
"Get off that women's lib stuff," Eddie shook his head. "You live to have those pretty little legs of yours spread to make room for my prick. Don't deny it."
"Just get out of here. You've been very unsympathetic about my teaching job. You belittle it. Any time that I sought to make headway on my own as a person, you've belittled it. Yeah, you wanted the perfect set-up so you could go out and work and I could stay home getting horny waiting for you to come home and fuck me. I want a little more out of life than being fucked by you, Eddie. Besides, now that I've found out that you've been doing it to practically every gal in town, it doesn't appear nearly as appealing anymore. I heard what you said to Gilda. Naturally you're going to see her again."
"Why shouldn't I? She's a swinging broad. I loved fucking her."
"You can fuck her all you want for all I care," Joyce fumed. "It's just that you're not going to come back here and fuck me anymore. Now get out of here and stay out."
Eddie looked at Joyce and sighed. Suddenly it dawned on him that she was more determined on this occasion than she had been in the past. They had had their previous arguments, but nothing quite like this.
She stood with her arms folded stiffly, waiting for him to move out of the. apartment.
"I mean it. Get out of here," she said, raising her voice louder than before. "As a matter-of-fact, if you don't leave in the next five minutes, I'm calling the police and have them forcefully remove you."
"That isn't necessary." Eddie shook his head sadly.
He left with a dejected expression on his face. He turned at the door and parted with these last few words:
"You really don't know what you're doing. You like the way I fuck you. We really communicate under the sheets, honey. You're not going to find anybody whose dick appeals to you like mine."
"Get out and stay out," she steadfastly replied.
Joyce waited until Eddie had departed before she burst into tears. It hurt her to be forced to the conclusion that she reached, but, she thought, there was no other way. Eddie was a sex maniac who was after her for fucking action and nothing else seemed to count.
Joyce was scarcely able to sleep that night. She tossed and turned, and every now and then she would wonder if she had done the right thing by splitting up permanently with Eddie.
But the longer she thought things through, the more she had to conclude she was right. Maybe now she could concentrate on her teaching career. Perhaps she could provide some meaningful benefits to impressionable young minds.
The next day at school started off casually enough. She went through her morning classes, even though she made a few mistakes since she was so tired. The traumatic ordeal with Eddie, coupled with her inability to sleep, caused her difficulties.
When the afternoon's classes commenced, however, things suddenly took on a different note. As Joyce walked into the sex education class, her eyes focused on a blackboard diagram of a woman's sex organs.
As Joyce stared at the replica of the vagina, her face turned red. At that point the young men in the class burst into laughter. Most of the girls had expressions of embarrassment on their faces. . Since Joyce had been through a terrible ordeal with Eddie, a man whom she felt was concerned too much with sex and not enough with her, such a diagram was more tasteless than it would have seemed under other circumstances, even though she would always regard such artistry as patently offensive.
What disturbed Joyce all the more was that she was dealing with a senior class, and the boys in that class had given her the greatest degree of difficulty during the semester. Several times she had become fearful over the sexy leers that they had given her. She had always seen the hard penises dangling in their tight trousers and knew that they were ready for intimate contact with her at any time.
Joyce stood before the class and looked out into the sea of smiling young male faces.
"Who is responsible for this bit of artistry?" she asked sarcastically. "I wish that person would stand up and defend himself."
At that point Jeff Douglas, a tall, dark-haired, intense young man, who sat in the back of the room, stood up slowly. As he stood beside his desk, Joyce couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his trousers.
Of all the students in the senior class, he was the one who scared her the most. She always had a feeling that he was about ready to trap her in the hallway and attempt to make out with her.
Several times he had made suggestive comments at her about getting together and screwing. On each occasion she had put him down good and hard, even though there was something about him that she couldn't help but find very fascinating.
He had an intense, sexy air about him that caused her to feel great curiosity. Several times when she was far away from school she was embarrassed at catching herself thinking about what Jeff would be like in the nude.
"I might have known that this was your handiwork," she said. "Now what do you suppose you're trying to prove?"
"Isn't this sex education, Miss Hale?"
"It is, but that doesn't mean that you engage in that kind of art."
"I thought it would go perfect in here," he grinned. "After all, the people in the class seem to like it."
"They're laughing about it. At least some of your trouble making friends are. But that doesn't impress me. You're a disgrace, Jeff. I can't imagine any decent girl wanting to have anything to do with you."
"You're absolutely right," Jeff grinned. "I wouldn't want to have anything to do with any decent girl. If they're not ready to ball, then I'm not interested."
At that point Jeff's, friends burst into loud laughter.
"I wish that the rooting section would shut up," Joyce said. "And if you laugh at this young hyena once more, you'll all stay after school. Now tell me, Jeff. What do you expect out of life?"
"Some good fucking," he grinned. "Just take a look at what I've got in my trousers here, Miss Hale. You see how hard I am? Now, that's reserved for the right girl."
"You can leave the class, Jeff," Joyce fumed. "You see me after the last class. I'll have a nice little assignment for you. Such exhibitions will not go unpunished."
Joyce watched as Jeff left the class. It angered her to observe that he had kept his cool through it all, right to the very end.
As the last class ended for the day, Joyce couldn't help but feel something in the way of sexual excitement at the prospect of seeing Jeff. She attempted to tell herself that it was just nervousness over meeting a difficult student, but something within her had difficulty believing that.
He arrived as the last student filed out of the classroom. He still had that broad grin on his face.
"Come in here, Jeff," she motioned impatiently.
Jeff half swaggered into the room, standing before her desk.
"Sit down." She directed him toward a desk in the first row.
Jeff sat down slowly at the desk, looking at her with his intense dark eyes.
"I suppose you think you're pretty smart with a little exhibition like the one you put on today," Joyce said.
"No, not really."
"Then why is it you had to draw a picture of a vagina?"
"That isn't a vagina, it's a cunt."
"You sure do have a foul mouth."
"I was just trying to impress you, Miss Hale. You're so damned attractive. I can't help but think sex thoughts about you."
"Shut up, Jeff," she shot back belligerently. "I'm a teacher, not your girlfriend. Just remember that."
"I'm just telling you what I think." He shrugged.
"I think you really need to pay the price. I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a chance to help me correct papers. You were pretty good in history, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I do okay."
"All right, then fine. You can spend this evening at my apartment with me correcting papers of the history class."
A smile suddenly surfaced on Jeff's face.
"You mean that?"
"I mean you can help me correct papers."
But Jeff had other thoughts. His eyes dropped down toward Joyce's legs, and the longer he looked at them, the more he thought about how gorgeous she would be naked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joyce wore a red housecoat as she let young Jeff inside her apartment.
Even though she was attempting to calm herself at this point, she knew down deep just why she had invited the young man. Every time she stole a glance at that hard cock of his, she became that much more curious.
"I'm ready to correct those papers now," Jeff laughed, sprawling out on the living room sofa.
"You really are sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I'm sure about one thing. You're hot for me.
You want that hard dick of mine. You don't have to apologize for that. Lots of gals want it."
"Keep your dirty talk to yourself."
"You know, the mother of this chick I go to school with wants me to ball her. I've been balling her daughter for two years now, taking her out till late hours, going to pot parties with her. The old lady called me over and talked to me. I figured she was going to raise hell. Instead, what does she do? She drops her bra and tells me to play with her tits. After I played with her tits and sucked them for a while, she told me I could go further. You should have seen the speed record I broke tearing off her panties. I really slipped it to her cunt."
"Isn't that fascinating. I bet you're really proud of yourself."
"I'm proud of myself any time I score with a good piece of ass, which this gal was. She was a helluva lot better than her daughter, surprising enough. She wasn't as good looking, but she sure knew the score a lot more when it came to balling."
As Joyce sat there in the chair, she couldn't help but be fascinated by his sex conversation.
There was something about Jeff that excited her more than even Eddie had. With Eddie, everything had been so obvious. He gave the impression of the guy who had been balling with everybody. At one time she had been impressed with the fact that he had wanted to ball with her more than others, but after a while the whole idea of fucking with him began to wear thin.
But this young man, despite the fact that he'd been around, still had an unsullied look about him. He gave the impression of being a reckless young stallion who was ready to be released from the corral.
Jeff was shrewd enough to know that his talk was getting through to Joyce. He also figured that it was more than a coincidence that she was wearing a housecoat and, from what he could gather, had on nothing underneath it besides her panties and bra.
He reached down with his right hand, swiftly unzipping his fly. He pulled out his rock hard peter, looking at her and smiling.
"Take a look at this delicious prick," he said. "I know what you want to do. You want to suck on it."
"What makes you so sure?" Joyce gave herself away by smiling.
"I knew damned well you didn't want me over here to correct papers," he laughed. "If you wanted me to do that, we could have taken care of that in school. Besides, I can tell by the way a gal looks at my crotch if she wants me or not. You want me. You want my prick right now. I know you do."
As Joyce continued to sit on the chair, becoming alive in the process, Jeff jumped up from the sofa and quickly removed his clothes.
As he slipped out of his shorts, she was overwhelmed with excitement.
"I want you, darling, I want your pussy. I want to plunge my prick into you. I want to make love to you," Jeff said.
He walked over and threw his arms around his beautiful teacher, allowing his lips to plunge devastatingly against hers. The lips remained frozen against one another for several seconds, after which Jeff withdrew them from hers.
Jeff then threw his arms around Joyce, letting his arms lock securely around her as he flipped his tongue inside her mouth.
The tongue darted with devastating zeal against her tongue as they matched swift strokes.
As Jeff released his tongue from Joyce's mouth, he reached back and undid the buttons which held together her housecoat.
With one resolute tug, he removed it. Just as he had anticipated, Joyce was wearing nothing more than her panties and bra beneath it.
This time she had on some yellow lace panties and a matching yellow bra which Eddie had bought for her a few months earlier.
"Hey, that's really sexy," Jeff laughed.
Jeff reached out and fastened his arms around her once more. He pulled her up from the chair, then lowered her body along with his downward toward the rug.
The rug served his purpose beautifully, since it was good and soft. His dancing fingers made their way fervently over her bra strap. He undid it, tossing the bra into the distance.
"I've wanted to see these naked tits for so long," he gasped. "They're so damned beautiful. Oh, I've got to suck them right now."
Immediately his tongue went to work, darting with profound effectiveness as it found its way over her left breast then over her right. He would flip the tongue sideways, then would circulate it up and down, causing his movements to vary perpetually, putting Joyce in a state of great ecstasy.
"That tongue of yours is superb," she exclaimed, her body twisting with every movement that he would put forward with his rapid-fire tongue. "I can't believe how good you are, baby. You're so much better than my fianc' was."
Once he finished with the tongue action on her tits, he reached down and clasped his fingers around her panties. He tugged earnestly, letting the yellow panties slide down her smooth, trim legs.
He felt his cock harden and become more nervous in anticipation as he tugged, knowing that soon he would be seeing her cunt.
As he removed the panties, he looked down at her pussy, devoid of any pubic hairs.
"That's really something," he sighed. "A shaved box. That shows you're used to having guys go down there and suck it."
"My fianc' did that last night," she said with a tone of sarcasm.
"I hope that guy isn't cutting into your action too much," Jeff shook his head, "because I sure would like to screw you regularly."
"He isn't. We broke up last night."
"After he shaved your box?"
"A little while after. One orgy later, to be precise."
"I hate to say this, but I'm damned glad. Now I'll have more opportunity to fuck with you, I'll just bet."
"Maybe so. I'll bet that cock of yours is up to it."
"Is it ever, sweetheart. Just look at the size of that thing."
Joyce looked at Jeff's cock. She reached out with her right hand, grabbing the foreskin and manipulating her fingers around it.
"You're on your way," he sighed. "Just keep playing with that. I want you to suck it, baby. I really want you to go down on that tool."
She worked her fingers around the foreskin of his cock, concentrating on just the tip for the first few brisk strokes. She then accelerated her movements and began working her fingers up and down the base of his entire organ. As she did so, he grinned and enjoyed every hot stroke.
"I've got to throat fuck you, darling. I've got to control the action," he exclaimed.
The term throat fucking was a completely new one for Joyce, as she was only under exceptional conditions used to sucking Eddie's cock. He had never gotten around to asking for anything as complicated as throat fucking.
She felt the need to explore with this young man and even though she thought of a throat fuck as something crude, she would be willing to do it with him.
"But first I want to suck your snatch," he said. "I'm just too turned on with this hot box of yours. I like the fact that it doesn't have any hair on it. It's so damned sexy. My tongue can hardly wait to go to work on it. I've got to suck that snatch, baby, I'm going to suck it good."
"Go down on me, baby! Go down on my pussy!" she encouraged him, spreading her legs.
Jeff immediately laid his tongue on her hot thigh, letting it slip and slide back and forth, then up and down as the tempo accelerated.
He left a trail of saliva on her legs, then let his tongue burrow into her flesh.
He nibbled with his teeth, supplying her with scores of sensual thrills. As he sucked and nibbled on her thighs, she felt the waves of sensation multiplying in her snatch.
Jeff finished with one leg, then went on to the other, sucking and nibbling all the way, providing Joyce with the ultimate in thrills.
Her body was twisting under the steady impetus of his tongue and teeth. He liked the way her hips and ass-cheeks were moving, and the longer his eyes fastened on her buttocks, the more aroused that Jeff became.
He finally reached out and clutched her ass-cheeks, feeling the soft yet firm flesh, enjoying the stimulating movements his fingers put to bear against her skin.
"Clutch me, baby. Hold me, possess me," Joyce exclaimed. "You're so sexy, baby. You know just what I want. You're going to go down on that slit of mine. You're going to suck my snatch. I know you are. You're going to make me shoot. It's not going to take much to get that juice to spill out of my cunt, baby. It's all there, sweetheart. It's all stored up. All my cunt juice. You can go after it, darling. You can go after it now. I want you, baby. I want you to suck me."
As Jeff's rapid-fire fingers continued to make their way fervently over her ass-cheeks, he glided his tongue into the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous white breasts.
In up and down fashion he guided his tongue, working it feverishly, causing her body to tremble all the more with exhilarating passion.
She could hardly take what this young man was doling out to her in the way of womanly pleasures. He was far more uninhibited than Eddie, she thought, and there was something about his manner that made him far more sexy.
Whereas she got the feeling Eddie was somewhat washed-out, this man possessed a freshness as well as a sexiness that brought her to the very limits of sexual endurance.
Her body flipped back and forth on the rug as his tongue continued working up and down her flaming breasts. His fingers indented themselves with ever deepening desire against her ass-cheeks, and he pinched fervently while the spirited sucking continued.
As Jeff released his tongue from the shadowy valley between her breasts, he leaned forward and permitted it to enter inside her mouth again.
This time he exchanged a long, passionate French kiss with her that seemed to embody eternity. As their tongues swirled against each other with overpowering passion, Joyce felt dampness forming in her twat. The white heat of sexual exhilaration was overpowering her with every movement that Jeff supplied.
Jeff suddenly removed his tongue from her mouth.
"I'll devote my attention to your cunt now," he smiled.
"See that you take good care of my mound."
"I want to finger it first."
"Just make sure you don't finger it for very long," she warned, "as I'm going to be gushing shortly, baby."
"I'll remember that."
Her handsome young student reached down between her legs, allowing the fingertips of his right hand to move ever so smoothly and slowly against her vaginal walls.
"I like the dampness in your love pit," he grinned. "That's a very good sign. It means that I've been getting through."
"You've been exciting me with those movements, baby, particularly when you slipped that tongue between my breasts."
"Lots of guys never think of that." He grinned, manipulating his fingers with ever greater rapidity within her snatch. "All they can think of is sucking those tits. But I realize there's another way to go about it. It's terrific to operate that tongue in that valley right between them."
CHAPTER NINE
The passion swelled dramatically inside Joyce's hot loins as she lay there with her legs spread.
"Suck my cunt," she exclaimed passionately. "I can't take any more preliminaries. Let's get down to brass tacks, sweetheart. You've got a tongue and I've got a snatch. I want the snatch sucked."
"That's the kind of plain talk I like." Jeff smiled, continuing to manipulate his fingers around her mound.
"I need the tongue action," she sighed. "I need that tongue of yours between my legs, in my mound. Oh, do I need it."
His head dropped downward dramatically and he permitted his tongue to manipulate slowly around the outer edges of her love nest.
Jeff liked the fact that her box was shaved. It gave her tremendous sexiness, an added dimension. The added dimension precipitated greater anxiety on his part as he worked his tongue around her snatch.
Her body flared upward to meet his stiff tongue thrusts. As he kept up the spirited pace he reached out and grabbed her nipples.
His fingers skillfully manipulated her nipples as his tongue worked its way with frenzied determination around her box.
She loved every stabbing thrust that he put forth, and the longer that he maintained his savage pace, the closer she drew toward climax.
As her body swayed rhythmically with every searing tongue effort, she enjoyed herself that much more. She realized now why she had been so intense in the classroom around Jeff. She had been strongly attracted to him and did not want to admit it.
She was beginning to feel a release from those nervous anxieties as his tongue skillfully continued to glide around her mound.
"Keep tackling that cunt," she encouraged. "Just keep that tongue sweeping around there, baby, keep it sliding around my cunt. Eat my snatch, darling. I really want you to eat it."
Jeff wasn't about to stop short of his quest, that of a mouthful of pussy juice. His tongue continued to slide around her box and he worked his fingers with magnificent grace around her nipples. He squeezed the nipples fervently, continuing his hot sucking pace.
He could tell from the way her body was rhythmically twisting that she was close to orgasm. In addition, she was gasping and sighing, reaching the final throes of pre-orgasmic excitement.
"Keep winding that tongue around," she gasped. "Keep it flying, baby. Keep stabbing that mound of mine. That's just great, sweetheart. Your tongue is right on target. So are my pussy juices. I'm going to shoot them in your mouth, sweetheart. And you're going to swallow every precious drop of that hot stuff. Oh yes, you're really going to love it. You're going to love it when I shoot my load into your mouth. I'm going to fuck your mouth, baby. I'm going to fuck it good. I'm going to spill those hot juices into you."
The fingers continued manipulating around her nipple and now he was sucking with greater vigor than ever. The closer he realized she was drawing to a passionate climax, the more stoutly determined he became to provide her with every bit of talented tongue action that he could summon.
Several blazing thrusts later, he observed her body beginning to spasm back and forth. She heaved a loud sigh, at which point the juices began to be expelled from her mound and into his mouth.
"Eat it, eat it, eat it," she said in a low but fervent cadence.
Her legs were kicking dramatically into the air as he attacked her mound, going after the juices that spurted out of her pussy.
He withdrew his tongue finally from her mound, and as he did so, he could feel the sensations multiplying in his cock and balls.
The brilliant sucking had caused Jeff to become that much more hot and anxious for an orgasm of his own. He felt the searing waves of passion in his balls, and looked down at his bulging prick, which was hard and ready for immediate activity.
He reached down with his right hand and stroked the end of his penis, grinning as he admired its length.
"I need to fuck your mouth," he exclaimed.
"I'm going to give you a throat fuck."
"Just what is that?"
"I straddle you and plunge my pecker down your throat."
"It sounds brutal," she exclaimed.
"It really isn't. It just sounds that way. Actually you're going to love it, baby. A woman as sexy as you will love the idea of a cock being stuffed down her throat."
"Right now, I think I'd try anything that you suggest."
"I think you would too," he laughed. "And that's to your benefit. I'm only going to do things to you that you're going to love."
He hurled his body dramatically forward, permitting his throbbing spear to enter inside her mouth.
"Just keep that mouth open nice and wide," he said. "That's where the action is, baby, right in that mouth of yours. I'm going to fuck it, I'm going to stab it, I'm going to shoot my juices off inside it. You're going to find that this is just as good as a pussy fuck. The same kind of action, honey, but instead of using your cunt, I'm using your mouth. I'm going to rotate my hips, I'm going to plunge my prick ever deeper, just like I would be doing it if I was sticking it into your love gash."
His description of what was forthcoming caused her to feel a greater sense of anticipation than ever.
He glided his dick ever deeper inside her mouth, plunging it vigorously as he worked his cock with great talent and dexterity.
He drove his penis zealously into her, spearing it with fervent intensity into the depths of her mouth.
He pushed it in as far as it would go, driving it to the very edge of her throat. He would drive it in as far as it would go, then would release it ever so slightly. He kept up that burning tempo, alternately plunging, then withdrawing his savage spear.
Back and forth he rotated his hips, guiding himself with talented yet speedy strokes, providing her with fervent action.
"I'm going to spray those prick juices in your mouth," he proudly exclaimed, continuing to flip his butt back and forth as he glided his tool deeper into her mouth. "I'm going to spill those hot juices, honey, and I want you to swallow every drop. It's going to be beautiful when those juices spray. You just see to it that you eat them."
His fingers manipulated around her breasts, working at her tits, then her nipples as he kept up the steady stream of fucking activities.
With burning desire, he slipped his dick into her, guiding it with superb skill as he pushed that much closer to climax.
He began pinching her nipples as he pushed into the final stages of the act, perseveringly plunging his burning tool into the innermost depths of her mouth.
He plunged and pushed, piercing her with his pecker, enjoying the savage, determined movements that he consistently put forward.
Several blazing stabs later he could feel the tension mounting in his loins. His testicles were bulging and his prick was on the very verge of spraying the white droplets of juicy cum into her waiting mouth.
Joyce tensely awaited the orgasm, recognizing that she would have a stream of white juice spilling into her mouth, which she would have the opportunity to swallow.
His fingers continued to consistently glide around her nipples, and he was set to release the onslaught of orgasmic liquid into her waiting mouth.
The sea of white volcanic lava began to trickle out of the end of his prick. She quickly digested what spurted out of there, recognizing that it was only a prelude to the dramatic orgasm that would be shortly following.
He squeezed her nipples with greater intensity than ever, then got set for the upheaval of white spurting cum.
"Get set, I'm going to shoot it out of my cock," he said. "That white juice is going to spill into you. Come on and get ready to eat it, darling. Oh, eat my cum, eat my juicy orgasm."
As his fingers twisted against her nipples one more time, his body dramatically quivered and the sea of white juice began to spill out of the end of his fervent cock.
He watched with a smile of satisfaction as the spurts of juice continued to flow out of his pecker, driving in a sea of passionate determination toward her mouth.
"Swallow it, swallow every drop," he said. "Swallow my juices. Eat my prick juices, baby, eat it all. Eat the juices."
The cock juices were soaring dramatically, and a determined Joyce hung onto every droplet that she could.
He watched a few of the droplets of white orgasmic liquid spurting out of the left side of her mouth, but she soon managed to' get the situation in control again.
He observed her determinedly staying with the load, catching the spurting droplets that spilled out of the end of his peter.
"Nice, very nice," he smiled.
When Jeff released his prick from her mouth, he decided that he immediately needed another orgasm.
Despite the satisfaction that he had received from spilling his orgasm into her mouth, he felt the necessity for bodily contact. He just had to plunge his nervous pecker into her. He had to do it to her ass-hole. That was the part of her that, he was convinced, had been fucked very little if at all.
The fingers of Jeff's right hand went speedily to work on her snatch. He wanted to guide her to a quick orgasm.
His fingers accelerated, dramatically speeding up the tempo, and with it her legs nervously quivered.
"What a sex maniac," she laughed. "Now you're going after my pussy. Just what are you trying to prove, my dear?"
"I'm so horny I don't ever want to stop fuck-mg.
"I believe it. You're going to leave me a basket case, though, by the time it's over."
"Like hell I am," he laughed. "You've got lots of sexual energy. There's no way I'm going to leave you a basket case. Remember, it's harder on a guy to shoot his cock off than it is for a gal to unload her pussy juices. It doesn't take anywhere near as much out of a girl. I've gone down on chicks, I've sucked their snatches and found that they can orgasm time and again. They can do it all night long. I'm sure you could too."
"Is that what you're fixing to do? Are you going to suck me all night long?"
"It wouldn't be a bad idea," he laughed.
His fingers enjoyed a stimulating pace prodding inside the confines of Joyce's snatch.
The moistness was beginning to build once more, and it made Jeff happy to dip into her pussy well and receive her flowing juices. It meant that she was extra hot, and it also meant that he was getting the juices that he wanted to use for lubrication purposes.
He quickly released his fingers from her mound, removing some pussy juice in the process. He dipped his fingers inside her ass-hole, lubricating her there, then used the remaining droplets on the tip of his cock.
"Whatever are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm getting you ready for a great fuck," he laughed, reaching out and patting her ass-cheeks.
CHAPTER TEN
Every time that Jeff looked at Joyce's ass he became more aroused.
He loved the well rounded shape of it, and as he reached out and clutched her ass-cheeks, he became more firmly convinced that that was what he wanted. He had to fuck her in the ass, and as he had her sufficiently lubricated he recognized the moment was at hand.
"I'm going to spread those legs of yours a little," he chuckled.
He reached out and grabbed her thighs, spreading them ever so slightly.
"Just remain on all fours," he said.
"Just what are you going to do to me?"
"You've been buggered before, haven't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You've had a guy shove his hot meat up your ass-hole before, haven't you?"
"Heavens no."
"I'm going to be first, baby."
"Not that. It's pretty brutal."
"No, it isn't. It's all beauty. You'll love every hot stroke."
"You really are crazy," she laughed. "You want to do the weirdest things."
"To me that act isn't weird. It's conventional. I've shoved my dick into a whole bunch of women's ass-holes. They might wind up complaining in the beginning, but they end up thanking me. It always happens that way."
"Do you think it will happen that way with me?"
"I'm convinced of it. I want you to just stay on all fours. Then you're going to feel me plunge my prick into you."
He thrust his huge cock forward, letting it enter inside her anus.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed.
"Just relax, baby, you're going to love it after a while. This is just the beginning. The longer I keep it up, the better you're going to enjoy it."
"I hope so."
"I know so. Just wait, sweetheart. Just wait for that cock of mine to plunge."
With great consistency, he kept thrusting his burning spear into her.
That turgid, inflated dick continued to make waves as it drove ever deeper into the confines of her ass-hole. He thrust with everything he had, plunging the pecker deep inside her ass-hole.
Her ass-cheeks began to twist. She rotated her body to accommodate the speedy movements he delivered with his rock hard hammer.
As he continued plunging his pecker deep inside her ass-hole, he reached out with his right hand and maneuvered his fingers over her snatch.
He recognized the fact that she enjoyed the extra movements. Every time that his fingers manipulated against her pussy, she got that much more excited.
He observed the hip action and how she was swinging and rotating her hips more swiftly than ever as his prick kept on spearing high and deep into her ass-hole.
With driving zeal he kept up the pace, spearing her as she received his stiff jolts.
The longer that she received his stabs, the better she began to like it. At first she grimaced and closed her eyes, disliking the pain to which she was being subjected in the form of his plunging peter stabs.
But soon her feelings began to change and as she became more acclimated to the ass-hole fucking she found herself enjoying it all the more.
His piercing strides continued, and as they did so, the finger onslaught directed at her cunt became that much more developed.
He felt moisture surfacing in her snatch and, as it did so, he kept up his burning action, spearing her with his prick.
It was a challenge to Jeff to shove his pole into her as deeply as he could. It was a tight ass, a beautiful fucking ass, and he enjoyed the quivering sensations that were attached to shoving his spear deep inside her.
His heart pounded with exhilaration as he kept up the burning movements, stabbing her repeatedly with his huge pole.
He stabbed with great precision, pumping frantically as his fingers continued making their way around her mound.
"I want it, I want it," he said. "What a fucking ass you've got. It's a beautiful butt, baby. I love poking my pole into it. I'm gong to juice inside your ass."
"Keep up the finger fucking," she sighed. "I like it when you move the fingers around my snatch."
"You're juicing."
"I know I am."
"Once you start juicing, you never stop."
"That was never the way I was before. That's just what's happening now. I just don't understand it."
"I do. You're getting hot because you know that I dig you. Not only that, but I'm a sexy guy. I bring out the best in chicks. I've had them juice like gangbusters time and again. It's really nothing new to me. It's no new experience."
"I guess not, what with those fingers of yours and that cock of yours."
"And there's nothing wrong with my tongue either, is there?"
"No, not when it's in my pussy."
His fingers continued to maintain a scorching pace inside her mound, and all the while he was directing his dick spiritedly inside her ass-hole.
With plunging fervency he pushed precipitously closer to orgasm. He directed the dick ever deeper into her, gliding and plunging as he pushed closer to orgasm.
He grunted and gasped as he kept up the movements, pushing his cock intensely inside her, driving it into her to the fullest extent possible.
He plunged his swirling body forward, driving into the last stages of the act.
"I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
As he fingered her pussy, he felt a new supply of juice shooting out of her. As she shot, the hot white droplets of liquid spurted out of the end of his burning, furnace-like cock.
"What an ass you've got," he gasped.
He released his fingers from her snatch, letting the fingers of both hands clutch against her hot globes of ass-cheek flesh.
He pinched her ass-cheeks until the final few spurts of juicy cum shot out of the end of his pecker. He watched the creamy stream with a smile of satisfaction on his lips. She was beautiful, she had a gorgeous ass, and he had plunged his pecker into her to the fullest extent possible. It had been a beautiful fuck, one he would never forget.
From the moment that he first laid eyes on Joyce, Jeff had had one thought. That of fucking her. Even though it looked like it was a considerable distance away at certain intervals, he kept up his efforts painstakingly. For every time he was put down, he tried that much harder.
He thought that the drawing on the board would draw her out, even though he realized he was taking a calculated risk. He could have been expelled from school for doing something like that, but he was confident that Joyce wouldn't subject him to that kind of punishment.
He was all over her again. He felt gratified as a result of his orgasm inside her anus, and now he needed to provide her with some more stimulating sensation.
He clutched at her ankles, separating her legs, then drove his tongue downward toward her mound.
"I can't take much more of this," she sighed. "Darling, you're going to suck me again. Oh, you just never let go. That tongue of yours is just too much to believe. Come on and put it to work, baby. I guess I might as well get some more tongue action. I guess you just might as well give me everything that you've got."
As Jeff's tongue swirled with incredible zeal against her mound, he reached out and pinched her ass-cheeks. He loved to touch her buttocks since knowing that they were firmly secure in his fingers gave him that much more confidence as his tongue unleashed itself in her fiery box.
He kept up a blistering pace, letting his tongue churn magnificently inside her mound. She was all wet down there in her dew patch from all the sucking he had done, and he was determined to get her to shoot once more. He needed one for the road, one more mouthful of pussy juice before getting dressed and leaving his teacher's apartment.
Of all the fucks he'd had in his life, this one had to be the most satisfying. For one thing, Joyce Hale was better looking than any woman he had previously screwed. She had lustrous blonde hair, beautiful breasts and the trim legs that he loved to sink his tongue between.
Again her feverish body was twisting on the rug as he flipped his tongue passionately into her love pit.
Joyce had watched him ever so closely as he kept up the burning tongue pace. She observed the perspiration that was dripping from his armpits and down both sides of his face as he kept up his steady pace. But she also observed something else that impressed her. It was the look of intensity that he exhibited in his eyes as he kept his tongue flipping wildly inside her box.
It was that look of intensity that had drawn her to him from the very beginning. Even though she did not recognize the reason why she couldn't take her eyes off him, then she soon found out. No, it wasn't fear, as she at first had anticipated. It was pure sensuality, and now this hot young man was proving how much of a stud he really was.
As her body kept responding to every swirling tongue effort that he put forth, she realized how lucky she was to be getting such a brilliant tongue bath as she lay there on her living room rug.
She reached out with trembling fingers, running them through his hair as he kept up his fantastic pace. He never let up for one second. He was stoutly determined to receive that one last load of pussy juice before leaving her apartment.
It was getting late, but as far as Joyce was concerned, time was standing still.
Joyce recalled how many times she had cut Eddie off when he wanted to have another orgasm. She would tell him that it was getting late and she had to get up early the next day. At this point she couldn't care less about getting up and going to school or anything else. It was strictly a case of continuing to derive satisfaction from his fucking efforts.
He continued burying his tongue diligently in her love pit and was beginning to recognize that she would not be able to withstand too much more of this flaming action.
She kicked out with her legs and flipped her arms back and forth as he kept up his fervent efforts.
He decided on the course of action to get her even hotter than before as he pushed her in the final stages of the act.
As his tongue continued to swirl around her warm, moist snatch, he reached out with the index finger of his right hand, poking it into her ass-hole.
"Stab my ass-hole," she exclaimed. "I love that, baby. Come on and finger fuck me."
Jeff was anything but surprised at her response. He knew that a woman's ass-hole was a highly erogenous area, as had been amply proven by the manner in which he had turned her on by fucking her ass earlier. He had fucked her ass, and now he was planning on shoving his finger up her anus until he succeeded in getting her to shoot.
He resolutely plunged his finger high into her rectum, driving it with stout determination, then twisting it around.
He twisted and turned his finger, driving his tongue all the while into her passion pit.
He drove the tongue forcefully into her box, enjoying the spirited reaction he was receiving from her plunging, twisting body as he stuck his finger high into her ass-hole.
"Baby, you know just how to turn me on," she exclaimed. "Keep fingering my ass-hole. Finger fuck me, darling. Oh, I'm shooting, I'm shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting."
He zealously gobbled the droplets of pussy juice which bolted from her mound, feeling better than ever as he got up from the rug.
She didn't realize until that last time that she exploded in his mouth just how tired she was from the entire ordeal of fucking.
Not only had time stood still, her body had been subjected to a grinding ordeal throughout the course of the evening without her even realizing it until now. It showed, she thought, just how much he had hypnotized her with his searing cock and his twisting tongue.
"We're going to have to get together again pretty soon," he winked, as he began putting on his clothes.
"You're sure cutting out of here pretty fast."
"It's late, baby. I don't want to keep you up too late. Besides, my old man will get suspicious if I get home too late. I still have to live with the folks for a little while longer, although it's really a drag. That's what is dirty about being in high school. Even though a guy is shrewd enough to know the score, and knows enough to know he doesn't want to stay home, he still has to all the same."
"I wouldn't talk that way about my parents if I were you, Jeff," Joyce said, getting up from the rug slowly.
"I'm only doing it for one reason. They don't understand me. They like to think I'm still twelve years old."
"Give them a little bit of a chance to adjust. After all, I needed it."
"You didn't need it much," he grinned. "Once that stiff pecker of mine went to work, everything seemed to fall into place."
"Yes, you really socked it to me," she laughed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Every time that Joyce looked at Jeff during the course of the next day, she felt peppery between her legs. Her snatch felt restless every time she looked into his intense eyes.
Joyce recognized that she was very much in the throes of a dilemma. It didn't really bother her. That was the most disturbing thought of all. The fact that she was not only going along with this new emerging side of her, she was welcoming it.
She saw a beauty and simplicity in her wild activities with Jeff that hadn't been present in her relations with Eddie. She liked his youthful flair for excitement, and the evening before had been the crowning hallmark of her sexual life.
She had thought she would have been despondent over losing Eddie, but with somebody like Jeff around pumping his meat into her, she found out how very little she needed him.
Jeff walked over to her after the last class came to a close.
"How about us getting together tonight, Joyce?" he asked.
Joyce looked down at his crotch, observing his hard bulging cock. She felt like going down on him that very second. She wanted to suck his big prick, but knew that she couldn't in the classroom. She felt a little ashamed for even thinking such thoughts under those circumstances, but realized that there was no way that she could separate her sexual thoughts from any other orbit of existence. They were too intrinsic, too basic, too much a part of her.
As she kept looking down at his crotch, her legs began to tingle and focused down in her cunt was a very noticeable itch.
"We'd better not get together tonight," she replied apologetically.
"Why the hell shouldn't we? Look at the hard-on I've got. You mean to say I've got to fuck somebody else?"
"We're going to have to cool it a little, baby."
"You mean to tell me that after my peter put on an exhibition last night, you're not going to let me come back for more?"
"We'll just have to cool it for a while," she repeated. "I'm scared that if I get much more involved with you, I won't be able to let you go. I can envision myself absolutely flipping out and sucking your cock right here in the classroom."
"What the hell would be wrong with that?"
"Oh, nothing. Except for the fact that I'd be thrown out of school immediately, and probably confined in an institution on top of that."
"You think too extremely."
"Listen. I can't take any chances like that I'm just going to have to play it a little cooler. Please bear with me."
"It won't be easy. I want to fuck you too much."
Joyce felt a deep sense of personal regret as she watched her lover walk away. She wanted badly to fuck with him again, but recognized that it could become very habit-forming. She was afraid of letting herself go too much, of falling head over heels in love with the student in the high school where she taught.
The evening went slowly, and several times she felt like taking off her clothes and going into the bedroom to diddle. She'd run those fingers over her twat until the juices spurted. All the while she would think about Jeff. It burned her up that she couldn't carry on an affair with him in the open, but that was the way things were. If she wanted to keep her job at school, and she definitely did so, then she'd have to play it cool.
Just as she was watching the end of a boring movie, she heard a series of incessant knocks at the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's Eddie. Let me in, honey. I've got to talk to you."
Joyce heaved a frustrated sigh, then opened the door, letting Eddie in.
"I've got to fuck you," he exclaimed. "I didn't realize just how much I needed you until I got a hard-on. I got this erection just thinking about you, baby. My cock does the speaking for me. We've got to get back together."
"Screw you," Joyce replied.
"Screwing is what it's all about," he grinned.
"You know what I mean. I don't mean literally, I mean figuratively."
"You're not showing me the door already, are you? You just let me in."
"I let you in long enough to tell you I don't dig you anymore. I haven't missed you one bit, Eddie. As hard as it might be for your ego to have to take."
"You're going to miss me in time. You got used to my cock sticking into that slit of yours. You know damned well you want me to fuck you. Let's go into the bedroom and fuck right now. I've got this hard-on that just won't go away. You're the only one that will give me the right kind of satisfaction."
"What about your swingers' club?" she grinned, enjoying the fact that she was taunting him.
"Let's not talk about that. Those chicks are good fuckers. Some of them give great head jobs, but when it comes to the showdown I'm with you, honey. Now let's fuck it off."
"You can fuck on out of here," she pointed toward the door. "I mean it, Eddie. What went two nights ago goes even more strongly now."
"God, but you can be a mean little bitch whore," he erupted.
She reached out and slapped his face.
"Stop calling me that," she erupted. "You get your no-good ass out of my house before I call the cops. I'll have you thrown into the pokey for bursting in here and acting this way."
"Oh shit, you're a real cunt," Eddie said, turning on his heels and bursting toward the door.
"You go to hell, you no-good sonofabitch," she quickly replied.
Joyce burst into laughter as Eddie slammed the door hard behind him. She had proven to him just how little he meant to her.
As she walked back toward the television set, her mind was at peace, except for one things-he kept thinking about Jeff. As one problem resolved itself, that of pain-in-the-ass Eddie, another loomed. She wanted Jeff too much. She found herself reaching underneath her canary yellow robe several times and feeling inside her mound.
As she touched her red vaginal walls, she could detect some beads of moisture. Just thinking about Jeff had induced them.
The movie came to a close, after which she switched the set to another channel where she began viewing a comedy show.
She found out quickly how little in the mood she was for laughter, and when she heard a knock on the door, she turned off the set and jumped to her feet.
This time she would call the cops on the sonofabitch, she thought as she moved toward the door. She hated everything Eddie stood for. She thought about how many times he'd told her how much she needed him. She didn't need that maniac at all. Jeff's cock was a lot sturdier than his, and probably a little longer as well.
"Who is it?" she decided to ask before letting loose with a stream of curses.
"It's Jeff," she heard her lover's warm voice.
She flung the door open immediately.
"What are you doing here, Jeff?" she asked. "I told you we'd have to play it a little cooler."
"You tell that to my cock," he said, pointing down toward his crotch.
As she looked beyond Jeff, she recognized a familiar face standing behind him. It was his broad-shouldered, blonde friend Harry Grimes, the football captain and all-around ladies' man.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" Joyce asked in dumbfounded amazement.
"Jeff said that this is where the action is," Harry grinned. "Seeing as how I'm a man of action, I decided to bring my cock on over here."
"Step inside, please," Joyce said, frowning as she looked at Jeff.
The two young men stretched out on the sofa, and as her eyes focused on their long peters dangling inside their trousers, she felt like throwing herself down on the rug and sucking their cocks.
But she knew she couldn't yield to those impulses at this particular point in time. She was much too frustrated over Harry being in her apartment in the first place.
"Jeff, you're an absolute bastard," she said.
"Why turn on me, Joyce? I love you."
"Sure. So much so that you fink out already and told about us."
"I did no such thing," Jeff said.
"Harry knows," Joyce pointed toward Harry.
"We're buddies from way back, " Harry laughed. "We share secrets with each other that we wouldn't share with anybody else. Not only that, but we take turns balling the same chick. When Jeff told me how good you were, and what a great head job you gave him last night, I figured I ought to mosey on over with him tonight and sample the action. He said that you didn't want to entertain him tonight, so I figured we could spice things up a little by me coming along. That would give you a little more incentive, baby."
"You certainly have a high opinion of yourself, don't you?"
"I've got an even higher opinion of my cock."
To her amazement, Harry unzipped his trousers with one swift movement, taking out his long hard dick and pressing his fingers against it.
"How do you like the looks of this?" Harry looked at her and smiled. "I can tell from the way your eyes are taking all of this in that you really like it. Sure you like this prick. You can eat it, you can get fucked by it. Hey, I understand you like it up the ass too. Isn't that a riot?"
"I guess you told him everything, didn't you?" Joyce told her lover.
"It doesn't mean a damned fucking thing," Jeff laughed. "As Harry said, we screw the same broads. You should have seen what we did the other day. We took this little cheerleader up to Harry's room and really lowered the boom on her."
"I guess we did," Harry chuckled. "While I was throat fucking her, old Jeff here was plugging her ass-hole with his dick. That's what you call plugging both ends."
"You'd better believe it," Jeff said. "This damned little chick was a damned good little piece of ass, any way you slice it, whether you're talking about her ass-hole or her mouth."
"So you two compared notes about me too," Joyce said, bristling with anger. "I hope that wasn't boring to you, Harry."
"Hell no. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to know the truth, I jacked off just listening to him talk about it."
"That's why we have so much in common," Jeff chuckled. "We're both so damned oversexed. I started talking about ramming my peter into your ass-hole, and old Harry took out that meat of his and started rubbing on it with his fingers. Pretty soon the hot white jissum was shooting all over the place."
"Miraculous! He's a big boy now!" Joyce shook her head. "He can spurt his juices."
"I'd like to spurt them right down your throat, teacher honey," Harry laughed, continuing to pump up and down on his lengthy prick. "Gals say that I've got a fantastic cock, and I'm certainly not going to dispute them. I've sure juiced into enough female mouths in the last few years."
"I'll bet you're like one of those Wild West heroes," Joyce said, "you probably keep notches on your belt. Every time your gun goes off in a different girl's mouth or pussy, or whatever."
"Like ass-hole," Harry laughed. "Don't leave that out. I'm like old Jeff here. I like the game of sodomy. I like buggering nice hot female ass-holes. That's what got me so hot that I juiced."
"You two are fascinating," Joyce said. "It's too bad you don't apply yourselves in the classroom to the same extent you apply yourselves when it comes to fucking."
"About the time they make classroom activities as interesting as fucking, then maybe I'll pay more attention," Harry said, "but until they do, I'm going to concentrate on cunt and football."
"You're what I call a real idealist," Joyce said.
"A fucking idealist," Jeff laughed, causing Harry to burst into laughter as well.
Even though Joyce was attempting to act disgusted, she couldn't help but be attracted to Harry. Every time that his fingers pumped up and down on his huge rod, she felt that much closer to him. She wanted his prick, she wanted to savor it. She wanted to suck it, or have it stuck into her. She figured that Harry was the type of guy who had a repeater prick, one that juiced many times.
"I think I'll go into the bathroom and draw some water for you," Jeff said, getting up from the sofa.
"That's a great idea," Harry called out. "Let her take a bath and we'll soap her down."
"What are you crazy nuts talking about?" Joyce asked, jumping up from her chair and running into the bathroom behind Jeff.
"We'll rinse your body off," Jeff said. "It's a great way of having kicks. You stand there and we soap you down. It's great, especially when you've got a nice soap bar rubbing against your tits."
"Considering what gorgeous tits we're working on," Harry called out from the other room, "it will be a real blast."
"Just wait until you sink your tongue into her nipples," Jeff said. "You're really going to love it, old buddy."
"I'll bet. But I'm more interested right now in getting my cock off. The damned thing is harder than ever now that I'm looking at our sexy little school teacher here."
As Jeff began to draw the warm water into the tub, Harry walked into the bathroom.
While the water continued running, Harry quickly climbed out of his shirt and trousers.
"You don't even need an invitation, do you ? " Joyce asked.
"No, I don't really need one. Besides, I know you're hot for me."
"What makes you say that?" ? "The look in your eyes. You wanted Jeff's prick, and he's got a good one. You'll love mine."
As Harry slipped out of his shorts, he once again began pumping up and down on his huge rod, which was surging with anticipation.
Joyce could feel the final bit of. resistance melting within her. Just how could she continue to balk at the enticing prospect of a red hot cock?
"I want you to blow me while you're taking a bath," Harry chuckled.
"You've got to" be crazy," Joyce said.
"He's serious," Jeff told her. "We've done it already. It's a real blast."
"I guess it's a good way to get a lot of water in your mouth," Joyce burst into laughter.
"Don't worry about that, just worry about the juices in my prick," Harry winked.
As Jeff continued to regulate the water, making certain that it was warm without being hot, Harry walked over and undid the sash which held lovely Joyce's robe together.
"I've got to get this thing off," he laughed. "I want you naked as a jay bird, sweetheart, so I can fuck you."
He slipped off the robe, tossing it into a corner of the room. He stared at her red panties.
"That really looks good," he laughed. "Talk about getting a guy horny. I've got to pull those colored panties off, and the colored bra off, so I can get my rocks off."
His huge fingers went to work on her bra, quickly dismembering it and tossing it to the floor.
"Hang on, honey, because the panties come off next."
She watched as he dropped down to his knees and slipped the panties down her legs.
"Step out of them," Harry said hotly. "I want you without a strip of clothing, baby."
As Joyce stepped out of the panties, Harry looked up at her shaved twat.
"So this is the cute little shaved nest that I heard so much about." Harry laughed. "I think I'll play with it till that bath water is ready."
As Harry's hot fingers began to work around Joyce's nest, she realized that her pleasure was going to double as a result of Harry's presence.
Perhaps she was knee-deep in trouble, but it was the kind of trouble she could easily live with, that which came in the form of two bulging pricks.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harry reached out and let his finger slide along Joyce's breast.
He generated some steaming friction with his fingers, causing Joyce's body to rotate back and forth from the precise movements he was delivering.
"I'm going to ease you into that tub now," Harry smiled.
Jeff had shut off the water, and he stepped aside as he observed his football star buddy slip Joyce's beautiful nude frame into the warm water.
"You'd better get those clothes of yours off if you don't want to get left behind," Harry laughed.
"I'm not going to give you too many chances, Jeff old boy, even if you are my best friend."
"No, I don't imagine you are, considering how beautiful Joyce is. But don't go too far, you sonofabitch, since I'm the one who introduced you to her."
"Not so," Harry chuckled. "After all, she's my teacher too."
"But I'm introducing you to her in a different way."
Harry soon tried of the argument. All he was interested in at the moment was receiving some sexual kicks.
Jeff watched Harry pick up a bar of soap and run it over Joyce's firm left tit.
As the soap bar came into steady, brisk contact with Joyce's breast, Joyce eased back in the water, enjoying the impact.
Jeff quickly undressed, not wanting to be left behind. When it came to sex action with lovely Joyce, he always wanted to be involved.
As Jeff removed his shorts and looked at his hard cock, he remembered what Harry had said about wanting to be blown while beautiful Joyce was taking a shower.
He could tell from the way Harry was moving his fingers that the football player had that one thought in mind. He continued stroking her tit with the soap, enjoying the stimulating contact with her body.
"Aren't those gorgeous tits?" Jeff asked.
"You're telling me. I look at them by the hour in the classroom, but I've never seen them from this close up. I like the range."
Once Harry succeeded in manipulating the soap over her breast, he moved the bar down between her legs.
He allowed the soap to splash beneath the water, then maneuvered it against her snatch.
She kicked her legs, with approval, smiling and chuckling as he kept up the activity.
"You like the cunt action?" he asked.
"Keep it up, my dear."
"You acted like you were going to boot me out when I first arrived."
"I was afraid about getting caught making out with Jeff. I don't want to lose my job."
"Relax, you're safe with us," Harry chuckled.
After he finished with her cunt, he picked up the soap and put it on a nearby ledge.
Harry climbed inside the tub, standing above the beautiful Joyce.
"This tub is hardly big enough for the two of us," Joyce said.
"It's more than enough for what I'm looking for," Harry told her. "I'm going to sink this body down just a little. I'm going to bring those knees of mine to rest on the side of the tub. I guess yen know what I've got in my mind."
"You want me to suck your cock?"
"That's the name of the game."
"A beautiful way to have sex," Jeff said. "While Harry is relaxing on the sides of the tub, he's pumping the old meat into you. And you're lying there in the warm water while you're sucking his prick."
"It does sound like a novel way of having sex," Joyce said. "I've got to hand it to you guys in one respect. You're certainly not conventional when it comes to screwing."
"Hell no, we're not," Harry exclaimed. "Just wait till you get a mouthful of this prick."
"It is awfully large."
"Come on and play with it for a little hit," Harry encouraged. "Just reach out and play with the tip of it, like you did for Jeff when you sucked him off."
She reached out and grabbed the foreskin of his penis, running her fingers over it smoothly. She liked coming into contact with his warm skin, and the longer that she addressed her fingers to the task at hand, the better she liked it.
"You know where it's at when it comes to fucking," Harry laughed. "I can hardly wait to run that spear of mine down your throat."
"Don't kill me with it," she chuckled.
"No, I'm not going to do that. I'm just going to make you happy with that spear of mine. You'll love it. You'll love the sensation."
As she continued working her fingers over Harry's bulging dick, Jeff decided to get into the act. He ran his fingers beneath the water, allowing them to toy with her mound.
Her legs began to kick in the water, letting some of it splash outside the tub as Jeff worked his fingers with brisk, effective strokes.
Harry recognized that the time had come to get his rocks off. He observed Joyce's trembling body, knowing that he ought to stick his prick inside her mouth.
He balanced himself against the side of the tub, thrusting his huge bulging tool forward.
"I'm going to fuck the mouth of the woman I love," he smiled. "Get set for a real sperm load. I want you to eat every drop of this juicy stuff. You're going to love my jissum, baby. Gals have a way of getting addicted to it. It's just like alcohol, honey. The more you drink, the more you want. You'll love my little protein cocktail.
It's so thick, so juicy, so rich, so warm. I guess I'm making my point clear."
He manipulated his prick inside her mouth, sticking it into her with swift, intensive strides.
She soon found out just how mammoth his bulging organ was, and the longer he fucked her with it, the deeper he permitted his tool to penetrate.
"Fuck her mouth, Harry old boy," Jeff encouraged. "I'll keep her busy between her legs, letting my fingers work over her cunt."
As Jeff's fingers continued, to work with great distinction against Joyce's mound, she began to feel the uncontrollable impulses within her generate to a greater extent than ever.
Her legs kicked back and forth, and now water was beginning to spill voluminously out of the tub and onto the floor.
Harry recognized by the way Joyce was acting just how overcome she was getting. It gave him that much more of confidence when it came to ramming that spear of his deeper into her mouth.
He kept on working his stick with brisk enthusiasm, punishing her with his tool. She could barely breathe, but loved the action anyway, feeling honored to be dominated by such a rugged, handsome, virile male.
Soon he reached the point where he was having trouble holding back the floodtide of juices within him. He reached down and played with her tits, while his friend Jeff continued to resolutely toy with her snatch.
Harry squeezed her nipples, continuing to spear, her with his forceful dick, planting it ever deeper inside her mouth.
"Eat the hot jissum," he exclaimed in a deep voice. "Stay with the load, honey. It's going to be a real thick one. Devour it, sweetheart, devour that hot stuff."
He flared his hips back and forth several times, then heaved a sigh as the first few droplets of the white stream of cum shot out of the end of his dick.
"This is nice, real nice," he exclaimed. "Come on and eat it, darling, eat my joystick."
As the juices spilled out of his rod, Jeff massaged her cunt all the faster.
"Shoot it into her mouth, Harry, fuck her-good," Jeff said. "Damned but you've got a spurting stream of that stuff. Look at that semen shoot."
But Joyce was more than ready for it, gulping-and determinedly staying with the load.
She swallowed every drop of the juicy liquid that spilled out of the end of his huge tool.
It made her feel as if she had accomplished something great. Not many women, she thought, would have been able to withstand a throat fuck like that presented to her by handsome Harry.
As he withdrew his tool from her mouth, he looked down at the water that had splashed from the tub onto the floor.
"Looks like we could almost go swimming in here," Harry laughed.
"I figured that might happen," Joyce nodded. "I wouldn't want to do this too often, even though it is fun. I wouldn't want to flood myself out of the bathroom."
"I'd rather be flooding you out with my cock juice," Harry grinned.
"You certainly did," she smiled, reaching out and tugging his balls several times. "I can hardly believe that a growing boy like you could amass all that sperm, and to think that you could shoot all of it at me at one time. That's really something."
"That's greater than any accomplishment I've been responsible for on the football field," Harry laughed.
"I suggest we go into the bedroom now," Jeff said. "I want to play a more active role in this orgy."
"Judging by the size of that stem of yours, baby, I guess you're ready for such a role," Harry said.
"I guess so, and watching you with that big pecker exploding in her mouth gave me that much more confidence."
"I don't think you were ever lacking in confidence," Joyce said, climbing out of the tub.
"I guess not," Jeff admitted.
Jeff picked up a towel from a nearby rack, moving it briskly against Joyce's lovely breasts.
"This I really like," he laughed. "I like the body contact."
"You were rubbing her cunt in there," Harry said. "You got plenty of body contact from that."
"Sure, but that's just it. I'm a hungry, oversexed guy. I just can't get enough of it."
Harry watched as Jeff continued to dry off Joyce's body.
He systematically toweled her breasts, then her buttocks. He let the towel rub against her ass-cheeks for an exceptionally long period of time.
"You're really addicted to that butt of hers," Harry said.
"Of course I am. I'm still thinking about the way that I stuck my prick up it last night."
"It looks like maybe you're thinking about an encore," Harry said.
"I just might be, providing your ass is in good enough shape to take it."
"My ass is in good shape, and I just proved my mouth is as well."
"I guess so. I christened it with my hot penis," Harry told her.
"Something strange happens to me when I'm with you guys." Joyce shook her head as she watched Harry begin to manipulate the towel against her thighs. "I get into one of these moods where all I can think about is sex."
"You stay around us, and you'll continue thinking this way," Harry told her. "As a matter-of-fact, we consider it a challenge to brainwash a chick in that manner."
"You call it brainwashing?" Joyce asked.
"We sure as hell do. We figured that there's only one way to go, and that's to bed."
"I'm ready," Joyce said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Now the new trio was in the bedroom.
As Joyce lay sprawled in the middle of the bed waiting for Harry and Jeff to continue the fucking, Harry got a bright idea.
"Hang on just a second," Harry said, walking toward the door.
"Where's he going?" Joyce asked.
"He'll be back in just a second to fuck you, baby," Jeff laughed. "I've got a pretty good idea what he went to get."
Harry rummaged through his trousers, removing some marijuana cigarettes.
"It's grass time," Harry exclaimed as he walked back into the bedroom.
"You've got to be out of your mind," Joyce exclaimed. "Do you realize I could get thrown out of this place? Along with being thrown out of the profession?"
"It's no fun in life unless you live dangerously," Harry replied, quickly lighting up a joint and taking a long puff.
"Hand me a joint, Harry," Jeff said impatiently.
Jeff took a cigarette from Harry, which he lit and took a long puff from.
"My God, the stench from that," Joyce shook her head. "I shouldn't tolerate this at all. I shouldn't allow you guys to use my bedroom as a grass parlor. Just because I cooperate with you in bed, doesn't mean that I'm going to condone this grass smoking."
"It will lessen the inhibitions a little," Harry said calmly. "It turns the two of us into absolute tigers."
"You're tigers anyway," Joyce pointed out. "Don't be so ridiculous about this."
"But we're doubly so, we're more vicious tigers once we smoke a little pot," Jeff laughed. "You'll see after we get through."
"Come on and try it," Harry said, extending a cigarette to her as he walked toward the bed.
"Not on your life," Joyce shook her head.
"Just once," Harry persisted. "After all, there was one time when you didn't want to risk fucking Jeff, but you did it, and look how much fun you've had. That was a case of doing the unconventional thing. So you ought to be willing to do the same thing with us. Come on, baby, and join us."
Joyce looked down at Harry's long, bulging cock, which appeared to be ready for immediate action. She realized that, human psychology being what it is, if she gave him a stiff argument, his huge erection might also become in the process less stiff. She didn't want to run that risk. In addition, the longer that he extended that cigarette in her direction, the more curious she became as to what it would taste like.
She found the curiosity becoming so overpowering that she could hardly maintain her steadfastness.
At long last Joyce sighed, then reached out and took the cigarette.
"That's much better." Harry grinned, striking a match and lighting Joyce's cigarette for her.
"Now inhale real deep, honey, and let it all hang out," Jeff said. "You will find out how much you are going to enjoy it. And you're going to find out that you're going to enjoy us more in the process."
She took a long drag on the cigarette, almost coughing in the process. But she found that after taking several more puffs, the act of smoking the pot seemed a lot more tolerable.
As she kept on puffing from the joint, she began to feel a wild state of passionate hysteria. She kept looking hungrily at the two bulging cocks in front of her, and she felt increasingly more anxious to get involved in sex with the two lovers.
"I feel great," she laughed, her body twisting rhythmically on the bed. "I want to fuck, I really want to fuck."
"So do we," Harry nodded. "I guess we came to the right place."
"Did you ever," Joyce exclaimed. "I feel in an absolutely incredible mood. I've just got to have it. I've got to have those stiff rods of yours in me. I've got to have double action, I've got to take you both on at the same time. That's the only way to fuck, my dears."
"I would say that little lady is getting high." Jeff looked at Harry and winked.
"I told you I should try and introduce her to pot."
"I was afraid that she'd get teed off."
"Of course she would, but only for a little while. But once she found out how much of a blast it could be to get high, naturally she'd want to take part. Boy, that prick of mine is set to go again. She looks really enticing lying down there."
"I'm waiting to be fucked, Joyce told both Harry and Jeff with a tone of impatience.
"I've got to go down on her snatch," Harry exclaimed nervously.
"You sound a little uptight about it," Jeff said.
"Of course I am," Harry exclaimed. "I've never sucked her twat before. I want her to shoot her joy juice into my mouth."
"Then get down there and suck her," Jeff said. "I'll just casually stand by here and jerk off. I always get turned on when I watch a beautiful chick getting balled or sucked by you."
Harry leaned forward, sliding into the bed. Jeff watched as Harry reached out and took a hold of her legs firmly.
As Harry clutched her thighs, he lowered his tongue, allowing it to move down toward Joyce's hot snatch.
Joyce's body was already trembling, even prior to the time that Harry would be sucking her hot twat.
The pot had turned her into a relentless screwing machine, and she could not be denied. She needed a stiff tongue in her pussy and a stiff cock in either her mouth or cunt.
Harry relentlessly tore his tongue into her snatch, impatiently working his tongue back and forth, sliding it inside her pink vaginal walls.
He worked the tongue briskly for several strokes, then released it and permitted his teeth to go to work on her clitoris. He nibbled with superb skill and grace, watching as her body shifted back and forth with his vigorous movements.
"Get down there and really suck, baby. Work on the snatch," she called out with great anxiety. "I need to shoot, sweetheart. You're just the guy to catch my pussy juice. Come on and catch my pussy juice. Come on and catch those juices, baby. Come on and go after that snatch juice."
Harry was spurred on all the more by her conversational interjections, and as he permitted his tongue to twist and turn around her mound, he already observed some moistness surfacing in her pussy.
As the mound became dewier and more delicious, his tongue worked that much more anxiously.
"Keep it up," Jeff encouraged. "Keep slamming that tongue to her snatch, Harry. You can do it."
As Jeff voiced encouragement, he pumped up and down vigorously on his long dick with the fingers of his left hand.
Jeff was feeling the relentless excitement that existed between Harry and Joyce on the bed. He knew also that he had to get to work, to receive some torrid action as well after she sprayed her pussy juice into Harry's mouth.
After all, even though Harry was his friend, Jeff couldn't just stand by and watch Harry steal his thunder with the girl that he thought so much of. He had introduced Harry to Joyce, and he wasn't about to be upstaged by his virile, athletic friend.
As Harry moved his tongue toward his ultimate goal, that of a superb orgasmic release from Joyce, he shifted his finger maneuverings from her thighs to her ass-cheeks.
He kept up the firm finger movements, letting them pinch and slide around her firm, lovely white buttocks as the sucking commenced.
Several hot strokes later Harry observed that Joyce's body was quivering more uncontrollably than ever.
The white heat was clearly surfacing down between her legs in her snatch, and the nibbling on her clitoris had helped accomplish this.
Now that she was feeling those uncontrollable urges as a result of his nibbling and sucking, Harry moved forward for the kill, getting ready to collect the spirited juices that would soon come tumbling out of her pussy.
He continued to devastate her snatch with his tongue efforts, and ultimately she heaved a loud sigh.
Her body trembled with magnificent zeal as the droplets of pussy juice shot out of her torrid mound and toward his mouth.
Harry gobbled frenziedly, eagerly collecting every drop that bolted from her snatch.
He released his tongue from her pussy.
"The pussy eating is mighty good." Harry nodded, looking over at his friend Jeff. "You might like to try it."
"Under any other conditions, of course I would. But right now I've got something else in mind."
"Like what?"
"A hot fuck," Jeff said, surveying his huge dick. "I need it right now."
"It looks like it. But so do I."
"But I think I need it more," Jeff told Harry. "I've been standing here pumping up and down on it while you've been getting your kicks. And don't forget, you got your rocks off in her mouth when we were in the bathroom."
"That's so true," Joyce laughed. "That means that my baby Jeff gets a shot at me."
"I want a shot at your mouth," Jeff said. "I really love the way that you sucked Harry off. I'd like to throat fuck you just like he did."
"Would you mind if we made it a three-way?" Harry grinned. "I've got something in mind."
"Let's hear it," Joyce exclaimed with great interest.
"While he's unloading in your mouth, I can unload in your ass-hole," Harry said. "I've already got you lubed in your pussy. I can just take those pussy juices and ram them up your ass. I could finger fuck you while Jeff is plunging his pecker in your mouth."
"Why, you foul talking, perfectly beautiful young man." Joyce threw her head back and laughed. "You guys are figuring on plugging me two ways."
"Of course. We'll double your pleasure," Harry smiled.
"I just guess you will," Joyce said, spreading her legs with eager anticipation. "You can start drilling any time that you like."
"You bet we will," Harry laughed, looking over at Jeff, "I can't wait to get a shot at your hot ass-hole."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Joyce lay back and waited, watching as Harry moved toward her.
Jeff pumped on his hard rod several more times, getting acclimated to what was happening. He was preparing to plunge his prick deep inside her mouth, and he wanted to make sure that he was in the perfect mood before he did it.
Jeff continued watching the unfolding action as Harry slipped his fingers into Joyce's moist nest.
"I've got to lubricate you for a good ass fuck," he chuckled as he slipped the pussy juices into her ass.
"It feels good," Joyce said. "Now slam the pecker into me."
"I'd love to, but first we both need a little preliminary activity, to get you even more ready."
"Baby, I couldn't be any more ready than I am now."
"That's what you think," Harry exclaimed. "Just wait until I shove my finger in your ass."
With that statement, Harry reached out with his right index finger, permitting it to slide inside his lover's hot ass.
He enioyed dipping his fingers into the pussy goo, and it seemed to provide an extra bit of stimulating satisfaction as he let his finger collide with her rectum.
He kept pelting her with his finger, with great resiliency and force, high into her ass-hole.
"Finger fuck me," she encouraged. "Keep the fingers probing in me, baby. Oh, all the way up my rectum. I dig the ass action, baby. I dig it the way you're spearing me with your finger."
Harry stepped up the pace dramatically, driving the fingers with astonishing zeal high into her anus.
Soon he decided that he had reached the point where he could take no more of that activity. He would have to unleash his prick into her ass-hole, and as he got set to plunge his stick into her, a triumphant grin formed on his face.
"Get set for the fuck to end all fucks," he exclaimed.
Harry's powerful fingers clutched hold of her thighs, tossing her legs over his shoulders with one big sweeping movement.
As her fingers lay against his shoulders and her body began to tremble, he heaved his prick resolutely forward, preparing to enter her with a dramatic forward thrust.
Jeff ceased his masturbating efforts, sliding his body over lovely Joyce's, letting his prick come to rest just above her open mouth.
"Fuck my mouth," Joyce called out excitedly. "Come on and plunge that prick into it, baby."
Jeff reached down with the fingers of both hands, letting them collide with her breasts. As his fingers moved slowly over her breasts, Jeff lowered his huge organ into her mouth.
He slipped the huge tool into her, manipulating his hips back and forth, preferring to enter her gradually. He was hoping to maintain the same type Of tempo that his friend Harry would as he plunged his prick into her hot ass-hole.
As Jeff began to slip his prick ever deeper into Joyce's mouth, Harry in turn worked his cock with greater depth and anxiety into her ass-hole.
Harry pumped his prick with great finesse, pushing it ever deeper into her ass as he let his fingers roam around her buttocks.
Joyce enjoyed the double sensation. She could see that Harry would be plunging his spear into her every bit as deep as he could and, simultaneously, her lover Jeff would be filling her mouth with his searing organ.
The two young men continued their cock assaults, driving their mammoth organs ever deeper into her.
As Harry kept plunging his pecker into her ass-hole, he recognized with every intense forward stroke that he unleashed that he was driving closer to climax.
The fingers manipulated skillfully around her ass-cheeks, providing extra stimulation for her as he sent his hot dick into her.
He maneuvered the prick into her rectum, driving it all the way, and as he did so, he released his fingers from her ass-cheeks as he let the fingertips of his right hand slide against her still moist pussy.
"I'll make you juice while I'm fucking you," he laughed. "You'll love this sensation, sweetheart."
He could tell from the way that her body began to wildly react to his snatch movement that she was thoroughly enjoying the efforts.
Her body quivered uncontrollably as Jeff continued to assault inside her mouth, pushing his bloated spear ever deeper into her.
"That's a throat fuck, baby," Jeff sighed.
Jeff continued his brisk movements, working his fingers around her nipples.
He squeezed her nipples with anxiety as he pushed ever closer toward orgasm. It was just a question of who would shoot first, Jeff or Harry.
Jeff had yet to shoot. He possessed a noticeable impatience over Harry, and the longer he sent his cock spearing deep inside Joyce's mouth, the more difficulty he had in withholding his load.
"Here comes the fuck juice," Jeff finally gasped. "Eat it raw, baby. Eat my thick, creamy cum. Go after the cream stream, darling."
As Jeff pinched his lover's nipples, he felt the itching sensations intensifying in his balls.
Soon his surging testicles broke loose, unleashing a stream of juicy white cream inside Joyce's mouth.
"Just what I was waiting for," he exclaimed. "Eat it raw, honey. Go after my naked lunch!"
Jeff delightedly watched the spurts of white penis juice splashing out of the end of his joystick.
As Jeff unleashed his juices, Harry found himself in the final stages of the fuck.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Harry's surging tool continued relentlessly tearing into Joyce's ass-hole.
Jeff released his cock from Joyce's mouth after unleashing his juices inside her. Once more he was transported into the role of an interested spectator. He sat next to the bed, watching with intense interest as Harry kept up his piercing strides, plunging his pecker deep into Joyce, enjoying her tightness.
Jeff realized that his prick had gone down very little since orgasming in Joyce's mouth, even though he had unleashed a sea of juices in her. He also observed the heat mounting in his prick once again as he started watching the blazing action of Harry's prick coming into steady contact with Joyce's ass-hole.
Soon Jeff's busy fingers went to work on his prick. This time he let the fingers of his right hand massage the tip of his cock, and as they did so, he maneuvered with the fingers of his left hand against his balls.
The testicles bulged with anticipation, and Jeff was, for the moment, content to jack off, watching as Harry applied the finishing touches to his fuck.
"Drill me, baby, fuck my ass," Joyce called out. "I like it. I dig that action. To think that at first I didn't want to be sodomized. I never would have known what I was missing if I hadn't tried it. Keep sending that spear up there between my buns, sweetheart. Plunge it in me, give me your pecker, baby! Shoot the juice! I want your penis juice. I want to feel the warm stuff trickling in my ass-hole."
"Except for one thing," Harry laughed. "It's not going to be doing much trickling, it's going to be spurting. Oh, do I love plunging it into your rectum."
Harry kept up his fervent movements and, as the prick made steady impact in her ass-hole, he gripped her ass-cheeks that much more tightly with his fingers.
As he pinched her ass-cheeks, he felt all the more in control and command of things. He would keep up that relentless assault until the stream of white liquid began to spurt out of him. He recognized that he had arrived at the point at which he would have to shoot.
The tingle in his balls was such that there was no other way. That is, unless he took immediate action.
Harry was enjoying Joyce's hot anus to such an extent that he wanted to prolong the activity, so, for the moment he suddenly released his cock from her ass-hole.
"What's the big idea?" Joyce asked. "I want you to plunge it into me, baby. I don't want you to stop until you've unloaded a sea of white juices in my ass."
"I want to stop for just a second," he told her. "It's more fun this way, dear. I want to prolong the action."
"Leave it to you," she laughed. "Just see to it that you don't wait too long."
"Don't worry. My cock is so aroused that I couldn't. I'm going to have to be plunging it into you again."
"At least play with my legs or pussy while you're waiting."
"Would you like me to toy with that snatch of yours?"
"Just try it and see."
In a flash, Harry put the fingers of his right hand to work with blazing enthusiasm against her mound.
Every time that his fingers came into contact with her mound, he observed her ass-cheeks twisting that much more rapidly. She was in an acute state of sexual need, and he recognized that he would have to slip his prick into her ass-hole once more.
"I can play with your snatch while I'm fucking you," he told her.
"I liked it when you did that before."
"I'll do it again."
"That's good," she replied. "I like your fingers against my ass-cheeks, but right now I need them in my cunt. As a matter-of-fact, maybe we can explode about the same time. About the time that you're unloading in my ass-hole, maybe I'll be dribbling my cunt juices against your fingers."
"That sounds pretty damned groovy to me!" Harry chuckled, reaching out and slapping her ass-cheeks tenderly. "So let's get rolling. I'll plunge that pecker into you once more."
"Make sure it's once more with feeling," she laughed.
"My pecker couldn't help but have feeling every time it was being shoved into an ass-hole as tight as yours."
"That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me all day." She laughed, lying back and awaiting his first stabbing thrust. "So, move ahead, baby, send that dagger of yours up there between my buns. Fuck my ass-hole, baby. Come on and drive that tool of yours into me. You've got such a beautiful tool. You know just how to use that fuck stick of yours."
"You must be horny," Harry nodded, "or you wouldn't be talking that dirty."
"Just send that tool up my ass and you'll find out how horny I am," Joyce told him emphatically.
Jeff stood next to the bed, watching the action as Harry once more entered her anus.
This time he plunged his prick in all the way, preferring not to adopt a slower pace, desiring to spear her with everything he could muster in the way of spirited, virile enthusiasm.
Her buttocks twisted with rhythmic delight as he kept up his savage strokes, pressing and plunging his pecker into her as deeply as it would go, letting the flaming tool come into contact with her rectal tissues.
Onward he continued to surge, sending his relentless dick into her, permitting the fingers of his right hand to work enthusiastically against her mound.
"You really have got her going now, Harry old boy," Jeff laughed. "Keep up the fucking. Don't let up, Harry. Let her have it. Drive it to her good and hard. The harder you fuck her, the better she--likes it."
"Right on," Joyce sighed encouragingly. "Keep driving, baby, keep sending that hot tool into me. I love it. I love your finger action. Keep the fingers working in my snatch."
Joyce found herself moving ever closer to orgasm as her lover Harry kept up the finger movements inside her mound.
The uncontrollable urges were now surging within Harry's cock and balls more noticeably than ever, and he recognized that he was drawing near the end of the fuck.
This time he was so overcome with bulging penis emotion that he wouldn't even consider withdrawing his phallus from her.
He would have to keep sending his dick into her ass-hole until he juiced. There was no other way. He could feel the heat intensifying in his sheath as he sent the burning tool pushing inexorably into her ass-hole.
"I want it, I want it," she whispered. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm juicing, juicing, juicing. It feels so good, oh, so good. It's dribbling out of me, you can feel it on your fingers. It should encourage ypu all the more. Keep sending your bulging tool into me. I need it, sweetheart, I really need it. Keep fucking, baby, I need that hot stick inside me. Oh, you're really driving it into my ass. Keep surging. Keep it going. Keep fucking, baby. I need to orgasm. Shoot it into my ass-hole."
Harry withdrew his fingers, now moist with pussy dew, from her mound. He let them roam over her tits, enjoying the contact with her warm, firm flesh as he plunged his body forward.
He was now down to the last few strokes and his breath was coming in short, puffy gasps. He had had beautiful fucks before, but never had he let himself go any more fully than he had been doing at this particular moment.
"Let it all hang out, Harry," Jeff said, continuing to jerk up and down on his prick.
"Gangway, because here comes the cream," Harry laughed.
He reached down and pinched his lover's ass-cheeks as the sea of white jissum shot out of the end of his tool and into her ass-hole.
"I can feel it, I can feel it," she exclaimed. "You're really juicing, honey, you really are shooting the stuff into me. It's so great, so wonderful." , Joyce felt the white goo surging out of Harry's anxious dick and into her ass-hole.
It made her feel a tremendous sense of gratification to know that this hot, virile athlete was that excited about her. After all, it was his second formidable orgasm within a short period of time.
On the other occasion, she had received his warm load inside her mouth, and she would never be able to forget his delicious taste.
Jeff promptly removed his fingers from his penis after Harry unleashed his load.
It made Jeff feel proud to observe that his huge stem was as hard as it had been prior to the time that he exploded it inside Joyce's mouth.
"I'm in a position to give you some more action," Jeff said, looking at Joyce and pointing down at his stick.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jeff once more found himself overcome by his wild sex urges.
As his fingers worked down to Joyce's glistening, moist, shaved snatch, he felt the pressures build inside his cock. He had to have her once more.
Jeff threw himself down on the bed, reaching out and letting his fingers probe around Joyce's breasts.
The fingers worked with fervent dedication, and as they continued to slide with devastating grace against her tits, he leaned forward and delivered a searing kiss to her lips.
Tremors of exhilaration bolted through Joyce's body, and now she felt as excited as she had been prior to the time the sex sessions began.
Once more she had those same beautiful feelings that had existed within her after she had sampled her first marijuana cigarette.
He allowed his lips to press against hers dramatically for several long minutes, after which he removed them. He then worked his tongue forward toward her mouth.
Joyce slid her mouth open, acting highly receptive to his forward tongue onslaught as he let his red tongue firmly work against hers.
The tongues clashed in mid-air, and stroke for stroke they slid excitedly against each other.
Their sweaty nude bodies clashed as he pressed his chest against Joyce's tits.
He loved the satisfaction of chest rubbing against tits, and as his tongue continued to collide with hers, his fingers began to maneuver around her thighs.
He could now see why Harry had spent so much time permitting his fingers to come into contact with Joyce's beautiful legs. They were firm and lovely, and as he pinched them his tongue splashed with effective grace and skill against hers.
His body trembled from the high level of excitement that was going on at that tremendous moment.
Harry stood next to the bed, grinning as he watched his friend get set to pour his penis into Joyce once again.
Since Harry had already orgasmed twice, he could stand there and watch this particular sex act with a greater degree of contentment than he could the others. Since he had already shot off his juices, he now felt relaxed.
"Go to it, Jeff buddy," he laughed. "Fuck her, old boy."
Jeff released his tongue from her mouth, then let it drop down to her left tit.
His tongue worked passionately around Joyce's breast, then nipple, as the torrid anxiety mounted within both of them.
Jeff was pleased to observe the way that Joyce's firm, lovely body twisted as he kept up the tit sucking.
He moved briskly from her left tit to her right, continuing the same fervent strokes, providing Joyce with the very utmost in sexual thrills.
"This time you've got to fuck my cunt," she cried out pasionately. "You guys have done everything but that. My cunt is burning up. It needs a sizzling cock in it. Get the cock working, baby. Put that bulging peter to work inside my mound."
Jeff released his tongue from her breast. He looked at her and smiled.
"That sounds like a request," he said.
"You're damned right, and a pretty excited one at that. I need it, baby. I need your stiff staff in me. Plunge it in there, right down there between my legs in my cunt."
"Hang on, sweetie, because I'm all set to give you a ride. Just look at the size of my pecker."
"I know. I'll pump on it a few times for good luck," she laughed.
Jeff watched with satisfaction as Joyce reached out with her right hand and pumped up and down on his sizzling stick several times.
"That's very good," he said. "I'm going to fuck you right in your cunt. I'm going to slide that staff into your smooth, shaved pussy."
His fingers glided around her tits as he plunged his prick into her pussy.
With forceful impact he slid his pecker into her slit, driving it at the speediest tempo he was able to maintain. He knew that, seeing as how he was at such a high level of passion, he couldn't hope to slow the pace down and fuck her methodically. It would have to be at full speed or nothing at all. There was no in between whenever he got that hot.
As the surging stick continued to drill inside her love nest, he reached down and toyed with her legs. He pried them ever further apart so he could get a better angle as he continued inserting his spear into her.
He drove it ahead briskly, plunging that fervent pecker into her mound.
"I love the action," he gasped. "I like it in your cunt, baby. It's so tight there. Oh, it's about as much fun fucking there as fucking your mouth."
"Just keep drilling."
"There's no turning back now," he chuckled. "This is the orgasm special, baby, and it's rolling right on the tracks."
"You're on the right track as far as I'm concerned," she said, twisting her butt back and forth as he glided his instrument steadfastedly inside her.
"I'm going to orgasm myself again. I can't take much more of this beautiful action, baby. You're just too much. The way you slam that hot stick into me. Keep slamming it, baby, keep driving that thing. Keep stabbing me with that piston-like cock."
With surging determination he continued to mount her, permitting his fingers to roam around her legs as he speared her cunt.
His heart pulsated with anxiety as the pace continued at the same fervent level, and Harry continued watching them, proud that his good friend Jeff was receiving so much in the way of satisfaction from lovely Joyce.
Harry couldn't help but admire the way that Jeff was wielding his stick.
"Keep driving it inside her cunt," Harry exclaimed. "Keep pumping, old boy. You've just about arrived."
As Jeff manipulated his cock into the final stages of the act, he squeezed her ass-cheeks with great anxiety. Every time that his fingers came into contact with that warm, wonderful, inspiring flesh, he got that much hotter and pushed his piercing rod that much closer to his ultimate climax.
He felt the surging juices in his balls as they became increasingly more restless and he pumped that much more savagely with his cock.
"I'm burning up," he exclaimed. "My cock's on fire, and I'm going to explode it in your cunt."
"Get me, honey! I'm just about ready to go."
"Great. It will be on target. I just know we're going to cum at the same time."
"Wrap those fingers around my legs, darling. That's it. And while you're doing it, kiss me. Come on and French me, darling, then shoot that cum out of your stick."
"That sounds like a beautiful battle plan," Jeff said. "I'd be glad to French with you any time."
"Do it now, now, baby, I've got to shoot."
He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and as tongue clashed against tongue he felt the juices spurting out of the end of his lengthy pecker.
At the very point in time at which he was shooting his cum, the hot juices were also spilling out of Joyce's pussy.
Just as the two of them had forecasted, they had achieved a mutual climax.
It made them both feel tremendously happy.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The next two weeks proved to be both hectic and satisfying for gorgeous Joyce Hale.
She did her best to keep her mind on her teaching, but every time that she looked in the direction of Harry or Jeff, it seemed that they were always stroking their hard dicks.
She began arranging clandestine meetings with them. Sometimes they would pick her apartment, while on other occasions, when the parents were away, they would meet at either Jeff's or Harry's place.
The more frequently she fucked them, the more disposed toward cocksucking beautiful Joyce became. She knew she was becoming addicted to it. Even though the other elements of fucking also appealed to her, she developed a distinct preference for sucking on a huge, erect spear.
There were a number of reasons why she preferred cocksucking. For one thing, she liked the sparkling, zestful taste of the white orgasmic cream. For another, she found she wasn't nearly as physically spent from an evening of cocksucking as she was from an evening in which she was getting her cunt or ass-hole fucked.
On one occasion, when they had met over at Jeff's, Jeff and Harry had brought over two college students, who joined Jeff and Harry in sex with Joyce. She took turns sucking them, off, receiving loads of sperm from all four men.
One Wednesday evening, when Joyce was at home correcting papers after telling both Harry and Jeff that it was impossible to get together on that occasion, the doorbell rang.
Much to Joyce's surprise, a tall distinguished man with light brown hair and a moustache stood before her. He wore a dark business suit and appeared to be in his middle forties.
She observed just a tinge of gray at his forehead, which added to his noticeable aristocratic look.
"Miss Hale?" he began smilingly. . "That's right."
"Good evening, Miss Hale. My name is Marty Douglas. My boy Jeff is in your class."
"Oh yes, Mr. Douglas. What can I do for you?"
"I really do apologize for bursting in like this," he shook his head. "Could I come in here for a little while and talk to you about my son?"
"Certainly. Please come in."
It wasn't until she had opened the door to let Marty Douglas in that Joyce caught her first whiff of the alcohol on his breath. She wondered if it was indicative of anything, but he seemed genuinely sincere about wanting to talk about his son.
"Please sit down, Mr. Douglas," she smiled. "Thank you, but please call me Marty."
"That's fair enough. Just as long as you'll call me Joyce."
"It's a deal." Marty Douglas smiled. "You know, I've heard quite a bit about you from my son."
Joyce felt a fearful tug in her stomach. She didn't know how to respond to what Marty Doug-les was saying.
"He is a pretty good student," she smiled. "I am trying to tell him, though, that he needs to work harder to get top grades."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Douglas grinned. "I understand he's been having a little trouble in history."
"I told him what it is. Lack of concentration."
"Is that really the problem?"
"Sure it is."
"After looking at you, I can understand why it would be difficult to concentrate on history-" Marty smiled.
At that point Joyce, who was highly aware of men with noticeable erections, cast her eyes in the direction of Marty Douglas' crotch. She immediately recognized the hard-on, and wondered if he was in the mood for something more than a discussion concerning his son's academic performance.
"I'll take that as a compliment, Marty," Joyce smiled. "Thank you very much."
"Honey, you're absolutely gorgeous. You know, I caught my boy in the act last week. They had some cute college kid over and they were taking turns slamming it to her cunt. I watched him jack off, then walked in and talked to them. They were pretty well high on grass, and I chewed them out about it, but joined them for a joint."
"Go on."
"The conversation was pretty illuminating.
They got to talking about you, and they said that you're really something in bed."
"I don't believe that," she exploded. "Please don't come in here and talk to me like I'm some sort of slut."
"Easy now," he laughed. "I'm just a guy away from the nagging wife for a night. Can you blame me if I want a little action?"
"Be more specific."
"I'll be glad to," he laughed.
Joyce's eyes zeroed in once more on his huge dick as he swiftly undid his trousers, pulling out his huge peter and running his fingers over it.
"I guess you can see where my boy gets his huge pecker from," he laughed. "Not only that, but mine shoots just as good a load as his does. He told me how much you liked to swallow cum. Okay, honey, now you've got your chance."
He sat on the edge of the sofa, smiling crookedly as he worked the fingers of his right hand up and down his steaming rod.
"Come on over here and play with my dick," he begged her. "Toy with my balls, baby, just like you do for my son and Harry. Come on, give a guy a break. My old lady just won't go down on my cock. She thinks that cocksucking is absolutely dirty. That's where these young kids have it all over people of my generation. Here these women all have these terrible hang-ups, but not the young chicks. They'll go down on a guy's cock without batting an eye. I understand you're that way. Good for you. Come on, sweetheart, and let that tongue of yours loose on my prick."
The longer that "Joyce looked at Marty Douglas' nervous cock, the more interested she became.
Soon she was getting up from the chair and walking over toward the sofa.
"Just drop down to your knees," he laughed. "That's where the action is, between my legs, in my stiff dick. Now run your tongue over my balls. That's a good place to start. Loosen me up with the ball sucking, sweetheart. Then you can go after the stiff dick."
She liked the sexy manner in which Marty was communicating, and as she reached out and grabbed his cock, she fondled the tip of it in her fingers.
Her fingers made steady contact with his spear, and as she played with it, she unleashed her tongue against his balls.
Her tongue worked eagerly over his testicles, and she could tell from the way that his body began to move and from the way that his legs quivered, that Marty Douglas was having the time of his life.
"Keep working your tongue over my balls," he said authoritatively.
He loosened up to the challenge at hand, that of supplying a juicy load of white jissum to the teacher of his young son.
While Joyce continued manipulating her tongue around his balls, Marty reached out and ran his fingers through her dazzling blonde hair.
"My son said that you had great hair," he said. "I can see that it's true. It's so smooth, so soft, I love running my fingers through it. And I'll bet you love running your tongue over my balls. I can't take that much longer, though. Keep it up for just a little while longer, baby, then switch to the cocksucking. My cock just has to explode. You've got to work that tongue up and down my prick. Start out by sliding it over the tip of it, then go on from there."
Joyce could tell what Marty wanted, and he gave the impression of a man who had been deprived of oral sensations.
"Go down on my cock," he said impatiently. "I can't take any more of this. Come on and work that tongue, baby. Come on, Joyce honey, and slide your tongue up and down my prick. Give me the prick action. Suck me off. Go after my load. I'm going to bolt, honey, it won't take many strokes to make me do it."
She continued to provide his balls with sensations, but this time it was with her fingers.
She tickled his testicles with great diligence as her tongue slid over the foreskin of his burning peter.
"That's where the action is," he nodded, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. "Just drive that tongue up and down the dick. Start out at the foreskin, then work your way all the way down it, baby. By the time you start sliding it up and down my whole prick, I'm going to be set to shoot."
The finger activity continued, and as it did so, she extended the movements of her sucking in conformity with what Marty wanted.
She slid her tongue up and down his prick relentlessly; recognizing that it wouldn't be long before he would unleash his juices inside her mouth.
"You're on the right track," he laughed. "Now all you've got to do is keep on sucking. Move that beautiful tongue one more time, baby, and it will be all over."
As he continued working his fingers through her hair, his legs began to tingle more than ever. His whole body swayed back and forth as she kept up her fervent tongue action.
Her head bobbed at a frantic pace as he recognized how close he was to juicing.
She wanted to taste that creamy white sperm that would come shooting out of the end of his rapid-fire rod.
"Ah, that's it," he exclaimed. "I'm juicing."
Marty let out one loud sigh, at which point the stream bolted.
She diligently gobbled up every drop of the burning juice which spurted from his cock.
"That's what I call a real cocksucker," he chuckled.
As she released her tongue from his prick, he reached out and patted her on top of the head.
"I hope that will hold you for a while," she said.
"I can't thank you enough, baby," he smiled. "You know, I'd like to fuck you again."
"All you've got to do is undress me and take me to the bedroom," she said, by now thoroughly enchanted by the uninhibited Marty Douglas.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Following a spirited exchange of lip and tongue kisses, Marty Douglas announced:
"I've got to fuck your ass. The old lady doesn't let me do that either."
With forceful zeal, he reached out with both hands, guiding his lover over on her stomach.
He surveyed Joyce's naked body, running his fingers over her buttocks.
"I understand you like a finger up your ass-hole," he chuckled.
"You son does that very well."
"Like son, like father, I always say!" Marty laughed.
It felt good to Joyce as Marty reached out with his left index finger and probed skillfully inside her ass-hole.
"How's that?" he asked.
"You can plunge the finger even deeper in there," she exclaimed. "Get. me all set for the ass-hole plunge."
"I'll be glad to."
He manipulated his finger with short, jutting thrusts for the next few minutes, after which he removed it and looked down at his hard cock.
"I've got to fuck your ass-hole right now," he sighed. "Enough of the finger fucking. Let's settle down to the big show."
"Send it into my ass-hole, honey. I know you'll do a good job."
"I'm sure horny for that ass-hole," he laughed.
He patted her ass-cheeks, then sent his cock surging between her ass-cheeks.
He plunged with everything he had, driving his penis forcefully inside her anus.
"I understand you can really take a lot of cock action in your ass," he exclaimed. "Isn't that right?"
"It certainly is. I can't get too much. Come on and grind it, honey, grind that dick."
He pinched her ass-cheeks as he skillfully manipulated his prick high into her ass-hole.
He liked the angle, directing her hips and ass-cheeks upwards with his fingers as he stroked her ass-cheeks, then her legs.
"Great, absolutely great," he sighed.
His heart pounded with fervent determination as he continued relentlessly tearing away at her ass, driving his prick zealously inside her.
"I'm going to cum inside you," he exclaimed. "You're such a piece of ass, sweetheart, such a groovy piece. What an ass-hole. Lots of chicks will let you plunge your prick into their pussy, but it takes a real woman to take it up the ass. Ah, I think you love every beautiful inch of mine."
"Just keep slamming it into me," Joyce replied happily. "I can't get enough of it. Keep driving it, darling, until you shoot. Oh, that's it. Plunge it into me. Drive it hard, baby."
He slammed the penis into her rectum several more times, then clutched hold of her ass-cheeks.
"I'm ready to juice. I hope you're ready to catch it," he gasped.
"I love the feel of a man's orgasm in my ass-hole. Spurt it into me."
Marty continued to clutch her ass-cheeks as he observed the sea of white orgasmic liquid spilling out of the end of his burning cock and into her ass-hole.
"The best fuck of my life," Marty said confidently.
As Marty removed his cock, he looked over at the clock on the wall.
"I guess I'd better be getting home," he grinned. "The old lady went to a meeting. I figured the time was ripe to sneak over here."
"I hope that I relieved you of your horniness."
"Are you kidding?" he laughed, slipping on his trousers. "If you couldn't take the horniness out of a guy, then nobody could."
"I'm a little disturbed about one thing, though. I told Jeff to keep his mouth shut about our little affair. He's blabbing it around to everybody, apparently."
"The only two people who know are Harry and me," Marty winked. "I hope that now I've given you a sample of what I can do, I'll be a welcome member of the team."
"Anybody who can shoot the juice like you can, baby, deserves to be on my ball team."
"I like the pun," he chuckled. "I've got the cock and balls to make the grade, don't I?"
"My mouth and ass-hole both agree," she winked.
"We'll have to get together again real soon," he told her resolutely as he got set to leave the room.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
It was during her mid-morning break that Joyce Hale was summoned from the school cafeteria.
"Mr. Blake wants to see you," one of the elderly female members of the faculty told her.
She finished gulping down her coffee, then went to see Calvin Blake in his office. She wondered why the principal of the high school would be wanting to see her on such short notice.
When it was time for faculty evaluations, she would be notified at least one day in advance.
She knocked on the door apprehensively, and Calvin Blake waved her into the office a few seconds later.
"Sit down, Miss Hale," he said, a bit gruffly, she thought.
Joyce took her seat and looked up at the distinguished, white-haired principal.
"I've asked you here on a matter of the gravest importance," Blake got right to the point. "I have it on impeccable authority that you've been having sex with two of the students here, and with a father of one of the two students."
"Where did you hear that?" Joyce asked, her fingers and legs immediately beginning to tremble.
"It's utterly disgraceful," Blake shook his head. "Oh, poor Mrs. Douglas came home the other night from a women's club meeting and discovered her husband, her son Jeff, and a friend of Jeff's, Harry the football player, sprawled out naked on the rug. They were so high that she could hardly believe it, and they got to talking about the fact that you'd just been there. As a matter-of-fact, they couldn't quit talking. It's amazing how these drugs and booze can loosen up the tongue."
"They can also bring on hallucinations," Joyce quickly pointed out.
"That's possible, my dear, but I don't think any of them are quite that creative," the principal asserted. "On top of that, I majored in psychology a number of years ago, and I pride myself on being quite a student of it. I was able to detect from your reaction just how true Mrs. Douglas' assertions were. Yes, apparently you've been having sex with them for quite some time. Not only sex, but about the nastiest, most perverted type of sex imaginable. I mean, stuff that would curl my hair. My God, from what I understand, you were applying your tongue to their penises."
"The name is cocksucking," Joyce exploded. "Why should we try to hide the pretenses any longer?"
"That's just what I thought," Calvin Blake glared at her. "So you have been having sex with them."
"I'm proud of it."
"All of them?"
"Why the hell not? They've all got nice, stiff dicks, and I love going down on them."
"I understand that they also perform sodomy on you," Blake said.
"Fine, I'll plead guilty on that count too. I want to save you any unnecessary trouble."
"You're just utterly disgraceful," Blake shook his head, taken aback by her burst of candor. "I'm glad we found out now that you're not fit to teach at this school."
"I'm glad I found out I'm a nymphomaniac." She shook her head sadly.
"You need psychiatric help badly, but in the meantime I'm certainly not going to have you continue here as a teacher," Blake said.
"I'm sorry for flying off the handle," Joyce said.
Calvin Blake couldn't help but feel a measure of compassion for Joyce Hale as the tears began to surface in her eyes. He could see that she was a sick young woman.
"You've got to pull yourself together," Blake said. "I'll tell you what. I won't tell the whole truth in your report. I'll only say you were suspended for disciplinary reasons. That will give you a chance to obtain some psychiatric help. I'll say that you were nervous and couldn't take the pace. Frankly, I wonder if that was really what was responsible for your undoing."
"It was such a temptation," she sobbed. "There were all those handsome young guys. You know, I just hadn't had any satisfying sexual relationship. This was the problem, Mr. Blake, honest it was. When I flew off the handle a few minutes earlier, I really didn't know what I was doing. I had no reason to be lashing out at you. You've been decent to me. As for Mrs. Douglas, I wish you would relay my apologies to her."
"I will," Blake promised.
"I can see how she must feel. She must think I'm the worst slut in captivity."
"She naturally wasn't very happy, but she reserved the counter-attack for her husband. She felt that he had failed both his son and her."
"I just don't know what to say," she shook her head.
"As I said, you should seek out psychiatric help. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people crack under the stress of a new job. All you need is a little time to rest and think things out. As I said, I'll reserve final judgment until I see how you're coming along. Of course, I'll need an evaluation on the part of a psychiatrist or psychologist before I could ever permit you to resume any teaching."
"I understand," Joyce nodded.
Joyce rose stiffly from the chair, walking toward the door.
Calvin Blake wondered if he too hadn't been taken in by Joyce's overpowering beauty.
He had given Joyce a possible avenue of return once she satisfactorily ironed out her problems. Now, as far as the principal was concerned, it was up to her.
