The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage and performs with the girl in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few too many drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, secretly joins the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Joyce Jones is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. But within her lies a love of depravity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a love of depravity that eventually forces her to act.
HOUSEWIFE SO HORNY! -- the story of a young woman haunted by the perversity seething within her. A story about one of the many problems facing our modern society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Joyce Jones opened eyes to a semi-dark room. The clock proclaimed eight a.m. Thoughts immediately reminded her that yesterday had been her thirtieth birthday, that she'd remained home all day thinking her husband would call or send a telegram. Neither materialized.
The big thirty, everybody called it! It was the years when a woman's sexual desire was supposed to be at its peak. And here it'd been almost six weeks since she'd had sex -- the night before her husband Tom departed for Alaska to fulfill a three-month construction contract.
"And I'm not even horny," she said aloud, running a hand under the elastic of her pajamas and cupping her full, curly, honey-colored cunt-bush, playing with her clit.
Suddenly depression settled on her. Her blue eyes grew misty with tears. The bedroom seemed to be closing in on her. She found it hard to breathe.
"Life is passing me by," she said. "So I've got a nice home, a new Cadillac, and money in the bank. Big deal! What good are they doing me? All I do is stay home and watch TV. I need more friends. To get out. Go places. To hell with Tom! He didn't even remember my birthday. He's probably having himself a ball in Alaska anyway. Probably even got a girlfriend."
Think I'll get drunk, she thought. Somewhere in the house was a bottle of whisky. Now where had she seen it?
Under the sink!
She dashed into the kitchen and found the bottle. There was nothing to mix it with. She splashed some into a glass and then filled it half full with water. Holding her nose, she emptied the glass in three fast swallows, shivered, stood there a moment, then smiled as the alcohol seemed to miraculously erase her depression.
"That's what I need, she thought: to get drunk! But not alone. In a bar. She mixed herself another glass, this time with more whisky.
Maybe I'll even get fucked, she told herself, washing her pussy thoroughly while taking a shower. Suddenly she felt a sexual stirring deep within her cunt.
Without panties, she slipped into tight blue jeans. She reached for a bra to cover her tits but changed her mind and put on a see-through blouse. After combing her shoulder-length, honey-colored hair she got into her new Cadillac.
Feeling uneasy about the thoughts in her mind, she passed several bars before finally pulling into the parking lot of a rather high-class lounge.
It was noon and the place was packed with businessmen and women eating lunch, drinking, laughing, and talking amicably.
Joyce seated herself at the bar and ordered a drink.
Almost immediately a nice-looking man of about forty attired in a business suit sat down next to her.
"Hi," he said, showing a nice smile and brilliant white teeth. "Hi."
"Haven't seen you in here before," the man went on. "Did you just go to work around here? Or just move into the neighborhood? Or maybe I'm asking too many questions?"
Joyce smiled again. "No to all three questions. I was just driving by and thought I'd stop for a drink."
"Good! Let me buy your next one, if you don't mind."
"Don't mind at all." She smiled again and pushed out her chest. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. The guy noticed. "This is the first day of my liberation -- that's why I'm indulging so early in the day."
"Liberation? Did you just get divorced?" "I . . . " She hesitated. "Yes, I just got divorced."
She stared at him in the mirror behind the bar while he stared at her tits. He certainly was a handsome devil! Her pussy twitched, and she couldn't understand why. This was the first time in her ten years of marriage that she'd even thought about fucking another man. She couldn't believe that her pussy was actually getting wet.
They talked another hour and had three more drinks.
Joyce had grown hornier by the minute. She wanted this man in the worst way. It'd been years since she'd been this horny.
"Why don't we go to my place?" the man asked. He'd introduced himself as Al Sears. "I'd like to show you that aquarium I was telling you about ..."
"I'd love to see it," she said slowly, her words becoming a little slurred. And maybe you'll fuck me, she thought.
"My car or yours?" Al asked as they stepped out the side door of the lounge.
She shrugged. "Let's take mine."
"I live in the Graydo Arms," he explained as they rode down the street.
"The Graydo? That's a nice apartment building."
"The best in town."
"You said you were a salesman," she said as they went up in the elevator at his apartment building. "What do you sell?"
"Different things ... I work for a novelty company." He unlocked the door and allowed her to enter first.
"Wow! This is some apartment!" She went straight to the twenty-gallon aquarium, home for scores of different species of fish. "They're beautiful! Are they all tropical?"
"Yes ... the poor things."
She looked at him quizzically. "Why do you call them poor?"
"Well, fish don't have any kind of a sex life, you know?"
"Really? I didn't know that." She smiled, and out of her inebriation she said, "That's what I am -- a poor little fish."
They looked at each other for only a second and then were hugging and kissing like there was no tomorrow.
She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing, patting, rubbing. Her pussy was twitching and dripping with lustful expectations. An exquisite tingling sensation filled her entire body. She wanted to suck the man's cock -- a thing she'd not done in more than six years. She wanted to play with it, to look at it, to lick it, to feel it inside her inflamed cunt.
"Fuck me," she heard herself whisper into his ear, surprised at her own words. "Give me a good fucking. I need it! I really need it bad!"
Al Sears unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the flimsy material from one large tit. Lowering his face, she caught her stiff little nipple between his lips and licked it thoroughly.
Joyce moaned loudly, breathing through her nostrils rapidly, one hand at the back of his head, the other one squeezing his nice little ass.
She was practically out of her mind with lust. "Fuck me! Please fuck me."
He unzipped her jeans and she slipped out of her shoes. He pushed the jeans from her ass and felt bare, warm skin, then slid his hand over her cheek and between her legs to play with her pussy from behind, still sucking and nibbling on her firm and delicious-tasting tit.
Joyce ran a hand across his hard, pulsating cock. Damn, she thought, he's got a monster in his pants! Then she unzipped his fly and ran her hand inside his shorts. His prick was the hardest she'd ever felt, and extremely warm. She wanted to fuck it and to suck it at the same time and couldn't understand this strange but wonderful desire to want to do this to a man she hardly knew. On a strong impulse she undid his belt, unfastened the catch on his pants, and pushed them along with his shorts down and over his ass.
They stood by the bubbling aquarium, his finger in her pussy from behind, his mouth hungrily chewing her tit, making her knees feel like rubber and her pussy feel like it was afire.
One of her hands was on his ass, the other wrapped around his rock-hard cock. Her mouth sucked his neck.
Their heads were dizzy from lust and alcohol.
He pushed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then picked her up in his arms. Still kissing, he carried her into his bedroom and laid her across the queen-sized bed, and stood a moment looking down at the horny, sexy lady, at her long, wavy hair spread out on the bedspread; at her enticing, heaving tits; at her enchanting patch of curly cunt-hairs.
"You're beautiful," he said, speaking as if in a trance. "Truly the most beautiful woman I've been to bed with in a long time."
Then he was on his knees at her feet, pushing up her legs. He stared at the silver-dampness of her cunt and then buried his face into the sweetness of her pussy. He licked and sucked and licked and sucked till there was no more pussy-juice to lick and suck away. Then he spread her pussy-lips with his thumbs and mashed his face into the warm, slippery flesh of her pink cunt. His tongue darted in and out of her sweet-tasting cunt-hole like it'd gone crazy with the desire to taste her.
Joyce moaned and gasped. Her hands stroked his hair. She felt butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt since she'd been a teenager. Her entire body tingled with electrifying sensation. She couldn't remember having ever been this excited before -- not even when her husband first made love to her.
She pulled her legs up farther, allowing better access to her creamy cunt. Then, to her surprise, he was licking her asshole. She grew wild with lustful desire.
"Ohhhh, Al, I like that. I like that. Stick your tongue in my asshole." She realized that he'd probably want her to do the same to him. She didn't mind. She was filled with dark uncontrollable lust as she felt his curved, hard tongue twisting its way into her asshole. Next she felt him chewing on the tight ring of her puckered shitter, at the same time rolling her little clit between his thumb and forefinger.
"Awww!" she screamed. Then she was moaning and groaning and almost crying as an orgasm ripped through her system. Her cunt flooded his face with the pussy-juice that had been building within her for a long time. "Oh, Al, I think I'm going to pass out!"
But she didn't. She thrashed about as her orgasm seemed to reach one magnificent plateau after another. Never in her life had she come so much and so intensely!
Al's experienced mouth and tongue were all over her, eating at her cunt, bestowing thrills upon her that were driving her to the extreme outer limits of lustful titillation.
"Al," she cooed. "I want to suck your -- your thing."
"Then say it. Ask for it like a horny woman -- not like the bashful lady that you are."
"I wanna suck your peter."
"You're getting warm. If you really want to suck it, you've got to call it by the name that most horny women call it by."
"Your cock." She blushed and avoided his eyes.
"Lady, you just won yourself eight inches of hard cock." With that said, he twisted around into a sideways sixty-nine.
One of her arms was under his hip, the hand squeezing his ass. Her other hand curled itself around the throbbing fuck-stick. Her hand moved up and down the stem of his long cock as his tongue and lips delved into her juicy pussy. She stared at the clear drops of fluid oozing from his piss-hole. She opened her mouth wide and took in the helmet-tip of his prick. She sucked it like sucking a sore thumb, not moving her head, just sucking. She was aware of the muskiness of his crotch, but loved the aroma and the taste of it.
But she certainly didn't know how to suck cock!
Unwillingly, he pulled his smiling, glistening face from her cunt and looked at her. "You damned sure haven't sucked many cocks in your life, have you?"
"No . . . just my husband's . . . several years ago."
He got up beside her. "Let me show you how it's done."
He sucked her forefinger into his mouth, took it all into his mouth, while licking it all around. Next he sucked her fingertip, then took all of the finger into his mouth again. He did this over and over.
"Got it?" he asked.
"I -- I think so."
He got on his knees at her shoulder, his long cock standing straight out. She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in two inches. She sucked it the way he'd done her finger, then pushed her head forward and took in another inch. She licked it and sucked it almost as well as a professional would have done . . .
"Hey, you poor little fish," he said, "you learn fast."
Then he was fucking her mouth the way he'd fuck a cunt, only a little more gently. He put a hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her extremely juicy cunt-hole and squeezed her clit in the vise between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand squeezed a firm tit and his fingers pinched and tantalized her pointed, hard nipple.
Joyce began moaning as Al Sears fucked his throbbing prick into her mouth. She hunched her pussy onto his fingers and her mouth onto his prick, meeting each oncoming hunch with enthusiasm.
She was a bit surprised at herself to say the least for enjoying this cock-sucking so intensely. The last time her husband had asked her to suck his cock, she'd refused. That was several years ago. But on the other hand, it'd been equally as long since he'd sucked her cunt . . .
Now, however, she found great enjoyment in sucking Al Sears' cock. She was sucking it like a wild woman, taking it all down the throat every time he hunched his cock forward into her mouth. Then suddenly he straddled her tits, bent forward, and fucked her in the mouth, shoving it all the way down her throat with every thrust.
Joyce moaned with ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire and felt empty without Al's snake-like fingers. She shoved two of her fingers deep into her seething cunt and massaged her cut with the other hand. Her pussy-walls were hot and slippery with juices. Her asshole was crying for attention.
Al fucked her mouth methodically. His balls slapped her beneath the chin with every forward thrust. His hunches grew faster and shorter. He was getting ready to come. Suddenly he drew back and began jacking himself off. The first glob of thick, ropy spunk splattered Joyce's cheek and the corner of her mouth; the second shot into her hair; the third splashed her just below the eye; the rest shot and dripped into her mouth and on her lips. She licked her lips and smacked them noisily.
Al was still moaning, his face twisted into a grimace of pleasure. Then he became motionless. Joyce raised her come-dripping face and sucked his limbering cock into her mouth, sucking out the last precious drops of come.
"My little fish," he said with contentment written all over his face, "you sure are one horny lady."
"Yes I am," she replied, still digging into her sweet and slippery cunt with two fingers. "Why did you have to come? I wanna fuck and suck all day and all night long."
"And we shall, my little fish. We shall."
He got up and stood unsteadily on the floor for a moment before going to the closet and pulling out a large suitcase. He placed it on the bed and opened the lid. The suitcase was literally packed with every conceivable kind of sex aid.
"I told you I worked for a novelty company," Al said. "Well, this is what I sell. Take your pick. Which one do you want to get fucked with first?"
She smiled. She sat up in bed. "Do you have a small one for my asshole?"
"Oh yeah! It's called a butt-plug. And there are a few more here that are made especially for the ass." He picked out a red, pointed, oblong piece of flexible plastic. "This is the latest thing for the asshole. How long's it been since your bowels moved?" "Eh . . . last night."
"Go potty," he said. "Wash yourself out good. Stick your finger up your ass. Get yourself clean. I'll fix us a couple drinks."
Chapter Two
Never had Joyce fucked so much!
Finally, after almost twelve solid hours of making love, she said she had to go home. Al begged her not to go, begged her to go to California with him on his vacation. "I'll pay for the entire trip. It won't cost you a penny."
She laughed, happy with herself and with him. "We've already been through that. I can't go."
She'd finally told him the truth, that she wasn't really divorced.
She drove back to the lounge where they'd met to get his car. They kissed a half-dozen times before she finally pulled herself away, promising him she'd call in two weeks when he was scheduled to return from vacation.
Joyce slept better than she'd slept in years.
She woke with her pussy wet and demanding attention. She was as horny as she'd been the night before!
She lay in bed with happiness written all over her face. She took the large brown shopping bag from the bedside table and dumped it on the bed between her hot, naked thighs. Al had given her one of each of all the sex toys with which she'd been fucked. She sat up in bed and played with them. Every piece fascinated her, but the butt-plug virtually brought goosebumps to her velvet smooth body.
"Damn," she said aloud, "I never even knew that a woman could have an orgasm by getting fucked in the ass. Damn! What an experience!"
She stuck the butt-plug into her mouth to lubricate it. Next, she put spit on two fingers and rubbed it onto her asshole. Slowly, she touched the butt-plug to her asshole and wiggled a half inch of it into the hot interior of her ass, watching her reflection in the dresser-mirror at the foot of the bed. Then she shoved the butt-plug all the way in, sighed with ecstasy and reached for a twelve-inch dildo which was encircled with ridges. She rubbed the helmet-headed dildo across her clit and up and down her milky cunt-crack -- the way Al had thrilled her with it.
"Ohhhh," she purred.
Her cunt was dripping wet. Watching herself in the mirror, she shoved the head of the dildo into the hole of her inflamed pussy.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh," she continued purring as she worked in more inches. "Oh, shit! This is better than any man's cock that I've ever had -- but then I haven't had many. But I need a mouth to kiss."
She picked up another dildo, this one about ten inches long, and stuck the head of it into her mouth while flexing the muscles of her asshole, enjoying the sensation of the butt-plug and now fucking her cunt deep with the ridged big-headed dildo.
The picture in the mirror alone was enough to drive her out of her mind. She moaned from around the ten-incher down her throat.
An orgasm began within her. Her face flushed and contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The red-hot bud of her clit throbbed. Her asshole tingled with rapture. Her cunt expelled a stream of juices.
The sheet beneath her grew wet in spots.
She pulled the dildo from her mouth but left in the butt-plug and the twelve-incher buried in her cunt. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep . . . and dreamed about being raped by a motorcycle gang . . .
The sound of the doorbell brought her back into this world.
"Coming!" she yelled.
Throwing feet to floor, she realized that she was still plugged in. She pulled the dildo from her sloppy cunt and dropped it on the floor with the others, leaving the butt-plug in, then slid into a bathrobe and ran toward the door.
She pushed at her hair to straighten it and then opened the door. Her eyes did a double-take, for standing there was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life. She flexed her ass-muscles and felt sensation from the butt-plug.
The man smiled. "I'm the furnace man. I come every six months to check it. How was it the last time you used it?"
"Fine. It's hot." She smiled with a blush. "I mean, you should check it."
He glanced at her with desire. Joyce was on the make, and he knew it. "Where is the furnace? I mean, is it still in the same place?"
"Yes." She licked her lips.
He went down the stairs, Joyce right behind. She checked him out good. He was about twenty-eight, black hair, tall, muscular, a real hunk. His blue jeans were tight and she could easily see the impression of his cock, which looked to be about six inches long . . . soft.
He got down on his knees and looked at the furnace motor.
Joyce pulled on the sides of her housecoat to loosen the front. She pushed her shoulders together to produce a gap in the V of her neckline. The furnace man inspected several things in and around the furnace, Looking up, he said, "It seems -- " but stopped short when he saw honey-colored pussy-hairs and the bulging tits. He stayed on his knees, his face on an even level with her beautiful cunt less than a foot away.
Joyce untied the sash around her bathrobe. It came open, displaying full view of her cunt.
His face moved forward hesitantly.
She put her hands on his head, surprised at herself for being so bold. She was like another woman. But, oh, it was exciting! Gently, she pulled his head forward. He put his hands on her hips and mashed his face into her soft, curly hairs. She spread her legs. His tongue snaked out and licked at the flesh above her clit.
He pressed his chin between her legs and caught the little clit-nub between his lips and sucked it ever so gently and pressed on it with his tongue. His hands cupped and squeezed her ass-cheeks. He felt the tip of the butt-plug protruding from her asshole and recoiled slightly from the feel of it, wondering what the hell the thing was.
"What the hell -- "
"It's a butt-plug." She blushed. "I'm horny. Eat my pussy! Please eat my pussy!"
He stood up beside her and looked into her sparkling blue eyes. His mouth moved forward, seeking her full, sensuous lips. The kiss was French and long and exciting, their tongues darting and pushing at each other. She chewed hungrily on his upper lip and felt the bulge in his pants grow.
Suddenly he picked her up and sat her on the washing machine, then raised her feet and placed her heels on the edge of the washer. Joyce leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, allowing complete access to her sizzling cunt. The man pulled up the clothes hamper and sat on it, his face on an even keel with the gleaming pinkness of her pussy.
With his thumbs, he spread her cunt-lips. Then he licked the inner walls of her musky but delicious-tasting cunt. He began sucking like a man obsessed.
Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his mammoth and come-dripping cock and began milking it down, causing tiny drops of fuck-juice to ooze from his piss-hole and add shine to the almost-purple head of his eight-inch prick.
He mumbled into her cunt while jacking his cock swiftly and eating her cunt like it was the last thing he was ever going to eat.
Joyce had every nerve in her trembling body on the razor's edge, the butt-plug enhancing the razor-sharp sensation that had permeated her entire being.
Oh, God, she thought, what have I been missing all my life? This has gotta be the next best thing to heaven!
Her mind grew dark and her hands and arms began trembling with the beginnings of another orgasm. She flexed her ass-muscles and pulled the man's face farther into her cunt as he jacked his cock swiftly and moaned from somewhere inside himself.
As her orgasm began, she fondled the butt-plug, pulled it out, and crammed it in again. She kept sliding down on the washing machine and the man had to put his hands on her ass to stop her from sliding off. But then one hand went back to his cock and started jacking it again, faster then before.
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce howled.
The man groaned as a handful of spunk shot from his pisshole and onto his pants. But he kept jacking and sucking the cream from her pussy till he'd sucked out every last drop of juice.
"You have the most delicious-tasting pussy I've ever sucked," he said holding his cock and looking around.
"Thank you. In the hamper you'll find something to wipe yourself with." She slid from the washing machine. "And you better let me throw those pants of yours in the washer. Look, you've got cum on both legs . . . and between your knees! Pull 'em off. Let me wash 'em for you."
He looked at his watch. "I've got to be back in the office in one hour."
"Plenty of time to wash your pants and for me to suck your cock."
"Do you have anything to drink?"
"Whisky," she informed him.
"Vodka would be better. Then they wouldn't be able to smell it on me at the office. But I'll chew some gum and maybe no one'U know."
In the kitchen, Joyce mixed two glasses of whisky and water while the furnace man who'd said his name was Jerry Albright used the bathroom. When he emerged, she handed him a glass.
He took a large swallow. "Hey, this is strong stuff! How many shots did you put in it?"
"I didn't measure it." She stared at his semihard cock and couldn't believe that this was happening. She took the fuck-stick in her hand. It felt good to her touch.
"Suck it a minute," Jerry suggested. "It'll get hard fast. And that's what you need -- a hard cock."
Joyce took a large swallow from her glass and set it on the kitchen counter. Then she sank to her knees on the carpeting. She took his cock in both hands and looked at the piss-hole from which a tiny drop of semen had emerged.
Moving her face closer, she lashed out her tongue and licked away a tiny drop of semen. She sat down on the floor, shoving the butt-plug farther into her ass, and took the slippery head of his prick into her warm mouth. Closing her lips around it, her tongue encircled the head of his prick. She sucked his pisshole, trying to suck out more semen, and fondled his long hairy balls. She sucked half of his prick into her mouth and moved her head back and forth, slurping it at the same time, squeezing his ass-cheeks with the hand not on his balls.
She took another inch of pulsating cock into her mouth and ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Then her forefinger stopped at his puckered shitter. She massaged the ring of his asshole while sucking on the five inches of cock in her warm, eager mouth. The feel of his tight shitter brought a strange desire to her -- the desire to suck his asshole.
She put her hands on his hips and turned him around. "Touch your toes!"
He did as commanded.
She spread his ass-cheeks and looked for a moment at his sexy-looking shitter. She'd never seen a shit-hole up close before. It was pretty and reminded her of a succulent berry. She spread his cheeks wide, causing a little hole to appear in the midst of the pucker.
Her face moved forward. Her mouth encompassed the tiny hole. She licked it first, then licked it again, then sucked it, then coiled her tongue and pressed it to the succulent berry.
"Oh, baby," Jerry said, "that feels great! No one's ever done that to me before. Stick your tongue in it!"
Joyce took another large swallow from her glass of whiskey and then returned to the inviting asshole. She sucked it and licked it and kept pressing her tongue at the tight hole. Finally, she managed to get the tip of her curved tongue inside the small aperture, one hand spreading his cheeks and the other one jacking his hard, throbbing cock which had already reached full capacity. She shoved her tongue farther into his shitter.
Jerry moaned and uttered sounds of pure pleasure, his hands on his ankles, his thoughts lustful . . .
Joyce wished she had a dildo up her cunt. She stood up quickly. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
Jerry couldn't imagine why Joyce had stopped. But a few seconds later he knew when she returned with the twelve-inch dildo covered with ridges.
His eyes widened with surprise. "Hey, you're not going to stick that thing up my ass, are you?"
She laughed. "No, it's for me. Bend over the table this time, and spread your own ass-cheeks."
He obeyed. She touched the dildo to her slippery cunt and shoved eight inches of it up her pussy-channel without stopping. Next she pulled a chair to the table and sat down behind his ass, shoving the remainder of the twelve-incher up her cunt and mashing the butt-plug farther into her asshole.
He spread his ass-cheeks wide.
Joyce put her mouth over his succulent asshole and began sucking and pushing her coiled, hard tongue into the tiny opening while wiggling around on the chair and flexing her cunt muscles. The mere thought of what she was doing to this strange, handsome man drove her libido to greater heights.
She felt her wetness on the chair where she sat. Sounds came from her throat -- sounds of lust and of great excitement. Her pussy and asshole tingled ecstatically. Her mouth grew more hungry for his tasty berry. Her tits, which she squeezed and kneaded with both hands, were firm, the nipples long, hard cones.
She puckered a mouthful of spit and pressed it onto his asshole, then pressed her forefinger to the tiny opening while sucking the musky flesh beside his shit-hole. The finger slid inside without any effort. She wiggled it around gently, careful not to cause him pain.
"Oh, baby, yes, yes, I like that!" he gasped. "It feels great! Absolutely fabulous! I've never ... in all my life ... felt anything so great! Shove it all the way in!"
Joyce obeyed and shoved her finger as far up his asshole as it would go. She wiggled it around and around, opening him up and driving him practically out of his mind. His entire body trembled. He kept moaning but she couldn't understand a word he said. She was lost in her own private world, oblivious to everything except the burning needs of her cunt. The twelve-incher in her pussy and the stimulating butt-plug up her ass seemed alive as she wiggled around on the chair and kept flexing the muscles of her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" Jerry screamed, looking around at her. "I'm having some kind of . . . some kind of mental orgasms. I've never had anything like it before. It -- it's great! That husband of yours sure is a lucky man to have a doll like you to love."
Joyce kept sucking the tangy flesh beside his shitter and now fucking her finger deeper and harder into his musky asshole.
"Oh, baby," Jerry muttered, "you're terrific! My nuts are aching. They wanna explode. I can't hold it much longer!"
She, too, was on the magnificent brink of orgasm . . . and she wanted a mouthful of cock and jism when the time arrived.
"Sit on the table," she said.
Jerry moved around and sat on the edge of the table, and leaned back on his arms. Joyce pulled the chair up close, between his legs, and ate the piece of cock-meat standing so magnificently before her. She took it all down her throat and savored the stimulating aroma of sex that filled her nostrils.
She loved his long, pretty cock and proved it by the way she gave head. She took the entire shaft down her throat then drew her face back and slurped the shiny head, trying to suck come from the piss-hole while fondling his balls with one hand and running her other hand and fingers through his thick, kinky pubic hairs. The dildo was completely submerged in her juicy cunt. She kept mashing her pussy into the chair-cushion and now roughly massaging her sensitive and thrill-provoking tits.
"Ahhhhh!" she gurgled, eating his cock as if it was the food of life. "Come, if you can. And I'll come when you fill my mouth with your jism!"
She went back to sucking his cock and squirming around on the chair, teetering on the brink of total gratification.
His hands flat on the table, leaning back on his arms, he hunched his cock into her mouth. She looked so beautiful with her long hair moving with the motion of her head and his cock going in and out of her mouth. He watched her hands knead her hard tits and pinch the nipples as she wiggled around on the chair and deep-throated his quivering, slippery cock.
"Here it comes!" he screeched. "Eat my spunk! Drink it down! Suck it out!"
He held his breath and pulled in his groin muscles which triggered his climax and sent gob after gob of tasty jizz into Joyce's hot, sucking mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of the delicious spunk and still some of it oozed from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She swallowed several times as her own orgasm hit full-force and made her shiver with lust and made every nerve in her body tremble. Hot waves of pleasure continued to rip through her system, prolonging and intensifying her climax. Her body convulsed as she mashed her cunt into the chair-cushion and sucked the last tiny speck of spunk from his pulsating prick.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh," he moaned. His arms buckled and he fell back onto the table. "Oh, baby, oh, baby!"
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce pinched her nipples so hard they ached with delightful erotic pain, but the burning need in her cunt was gone -- at least temporarily, anyway . . .
FOREWORD The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage and performs with the girl in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few too many drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, secretly joins the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Joyce Jones is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. But within her lies a love of depravity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a love of depravity that eventually forces her to act.
HOUSEWIFE SO HORNY! -- the story of a young woman haunted by the perversity seething within her. A story about one of the many problems facing our modern society. -- The Publisher
Chapter One
Joyce Jones opened eyes to a semi-dark room. The clock proclaimed eight a.m. Thoughts immediately reminded her that yesterday had been her thirtieth birthday, that she'd remained home all day thinking her husband would call or send a telegram. Neither materialized.
The big thirty, everybody called it! It was the years when a woman's sexual desire was supposed to be at its peak. And here it'd been almost six weeks since she'd had sex -- the night before her husband Tom departed for Alaska to fulfill a three-month construction contract.
"And I'm not even horny," she said aloud, running a hand under the elastic of her pajamas and cupping her full, curly, honey-colored cunt-bush, playing with her clit.
Suddenly depression settled on her. Her blue eyes grew misty with tears. The bedroom seemed to be closing in on her. She found it hard to breathe.
"Life is passing me by," she said. "So I've got a nice home, a new Cadillac, and money in the bank. Big deal! What good are they doing me? All I do is stay home and watch TV. I need more friends. To get out. Go places. To hell with Tom! He didn't even remember my birthday. He's probably having himself a ball in Alaska anyway. Probably even got a girlfriend."
Think I'll get drunk, she thought. Somewhere in the house was a bottle of whisky. Now where had she seen it?
Under the sink!
She dashed into the kitchen and found the bottle. There was nothing to mix it with. She splashed some into a glass and then filled it half full with water. Holding her nose, she emptied the glass in three fast swallows, shivered, stood there a moment, then smiled as the alcohol seemed to miraculously erase her depression.
"That's what I need, she thought: to get drunk! But not alone. In a bar. She mixed herself another glass, this time with more whisky.
Maybe I'll even get fucked, she told herself, washing her pussy thoroughly while taking a shower. Suddenly she felt a sexual stirring deep within her cunt.
Without panties, she slipped into tight blue jeans. She reached for a bra to cover her tits but changed her mind and put on a see-through blouse. After combing her shoulder-length, honey-colored hair she got into her new Cadillac.
Feeling uneasy about the thoughts in her mind, she passed several bars before finally pulling into the parking lot of a rather high-class lounge.
It was noon and the place was packed with businessmen and women eating lunch, drinking, laughing, and talking amicably.
Joyce seated herself at the bar and ordered a drink.
Almost immediately a nice-looking man of about forty attired in a business suit sat down next to her.
"Hi," he said, showing a nice smile and brilliant white teeth. "Hi."
"Haven't seen you in here before," the man went on. "Did you just go to work around here? Or just move into the neighborhood? Or maybe I'm asking too many questions?"
Joyce smiled again. "No to all three questions. I was just driving by and thought I'd stop for a drink."
"Good! Let me buy your next one, if you don't mind."
"Don't mind at all." She smiled again and pushed out her chest. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. The guy noticed. "This is the first day of my liberation -- that's why I'm indulging so early in the day."
"Liberation? Did you just get divorced?" "I . . . " She hesitated. "Yes, I just got divorced."
She stared at him in the mirror behind the bar while he stared at her tits. He certainly was a handsome devil! Her pussy twitched, and she couldn't understand why. This was the first time in her ten years of marriage that she'd even thought about fucking another man. She couldn't believe that her pussy was actually getting wet.
They talked another hour and had three more drinks.
Joyce had grown hornier by the minute. She wanted this man in the worst way. It'd been years since she'd been this horny.
"Why don't we go to my place?" the man asked. He'd introduced himself as Al Sears. "I'd like to show you that aquarium I was telling you about ..."
"I'd love to see it," she said slowly, her words becoming a little slurred. And maybe you'll fuck me, she thought.
"My car or yours?" Al asked as they stepped out the side door of the lounge.
She shrugged. "Let's take mine."
"I live in the Graydo Arms," he explained as they rode down the street.
"The Graydo? That's a nice apartment building."
"The best in town."
"You said you were a salesman," she said as they went up in the elevator at his apartment building. "What do you sell?"
"Different things ... I work for a novelty company." He unlocked the door and allowed her to enter first.
"Wow! This is some apartment!" She went straight to the twenty-gallon aquarium, home for scores of different species of fish. "They're beautiful! Are they all tropical?"
"Yes ... the poor things."
She looked at him quizzically. "Why do you call them poor?"
"Well, fish don't have any kind of a sex life, you know?"
"Really? I didn't know that." She smiled, and out of her inebriation she said, "That's what I am -- a poor little fish."
They looked at each other for only a second and then were hugging and kissing like there was no tomorrow.
She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing, patting, rubbing. Her pussy was twitching and dripping with lustful expectations. An exquisite tingling sensation filled her entire body. She wanted to suck the man's cock -- a thing she'd not done in more than six years. She wanted to play with it, to look at it, to lick it, to feel it inside her inflamed cunt.
"Fuck me," she heard herself whisper into his ear, surprised at her own words. "Give me a good fucking. I need it! I really need it bad!"
Al Sears unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the flimsy material from one large tit. Lowering his face, she caught her stiff little nipple between his lips and licked it thoroughly.
Joyce moaned loudly, breathing through her nostrils rapidly, one hand at the back of his head, the other one squeezing his nice little ass.
She was practically out of her mind with lust. "Fuck me! Please fuck me."
He unzipped her jeans and she slipped out of her shoes. He pushed the jeans from her ass and felt bare, warm skin, then slid his hand over her cheek and between her legs to play with her pussy from behind, still sucking and nibbling on her firm and delicious-tasting tit.
Joyce ran a hand across his hard, pulsating cock. Damn, she thought, he's got a monster in his pants! Then she unzipped his fly and ran her hand inside his shorts. His prick was the hardest she'd ever felt, and extremely warm. She wanted to fuck it and to suck it at the same time and couldn't understand this strange but wonderful desire to want to do this to a man she hardly knew. On a strong impulse she undid his belt, unfastened the catch on his pants, and pushed them along with his shorts down and over his ass.
They stood by the bubbling aquarium, his finger in her pussy from behind, his mouth hungrily chewing her tit, making her knees feel like rubber and her pussy feel like it was afire.
One of her hands was on his ass, the other wrapped around his rock-hard cock. Her mouth sucked his neck.
Their heads were dizzy from lust and alcohol.
He pushed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then picked her up in his arms. Still kissing, he carried her into his bedroom and laid her across the queen-sized bed, and stood a moment looking down at the horny, sexy lady, at her long, wavy hair spread out on the bedspread; at her enticing, heaving tits; at her enchanting patch of curly cunt-hairs.
"You're beautiful," he said, speaking as if in a trance. "Truly the most beautiful woman I've been to bed with in a long time."
Then he was on his knees at her feet, pushing up her legs. He stared at the silver-dampness of her cunt and then buried his face into the sweetness of her pussy. He licked and sucked and licked and sucked till there was no more pussy-juice to lick and suck away. Then he spread her pussy-lips with his thumbs and mashed his face into the warm, slippery flesh of her pink cunt. His tongue darted in and out of her sweet-tasting cunt-hole like it'd gone crazy with the desire to taste her.
Joyce moaned and gasped. Her hands stroked his hair. She felt butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt since she'd been a teenager. Her entire body tingled with electrifying sensation. She couldn't remember having ever been this excited before -- not even when her husband first made love to her.
She pulled her legs up farther, allowing better access to her creamy cunt. Then, to her surprise, he was licking her asshole. She grew wild with lustful desire.
"Ohhhh, Al, I like that. I like that. Stick your tongue in my asshole." She realized that he'd probably want her to do the same to him. She didn't mind. She was filled with dark uncontrollable lust as she felt his curved, hard tongue twisting its way into her asshole. Next she felt him chewing on the tight ring of her puckered shitter, at the same time rolling her little clit between his thumb and forefinger.
"Awww!" she screamed. Then she was moaning and groaning and almost crying as an orgasm ripped through her system. Her cunt flooded his face with the pussy-juice that had been building within her for a long time. "Oh, Al, I think I'm going to pass out!"
But she didn't. She thrashed about as her orgasm seemed to reach one magnificent plateau after another. Never in her life had she come so much and so intensely!
Al's experienced mouth and tongue were all over her, eating at her cunt, bestowing thrills upon her that were driving her to the extreme outer limits of lustful titillation.
"Al," she cooed. "I want to suck your -- your thing."
"Then say it. Ask for it like a horny woman -- not like the bashful lady that you are."
"I wanna suck your peter."
"You're getting warm. If you really want to suck it, you've got to call it by the name that most horny women call it by."
"Your cock." She blushed and avoided his eyes.
"Lady, you just won yourself eight inches of hard cock." With that said, he twisted around into a sideways sixty-nine.
One of her arms was under his hip, the hand squeezing his ass. Her other hand curled itself around the throbbing fuck-stick. Her hand moved up and down the stem of his long cock as his tongue and lips delved into her juicy pussy. She stared at the clear drops of fluid oozing from his piss-hole. She opened her mouth wide and took in the helmet-tip of his prick. She sucked it like sucking a sore thumb, not moving her head, just sucking. She was aware of the muskiness of his crotch, but loved the aroma and the taste of it.
But she certainly didn't know how to suck cock!
Unwillingly, he pulled his smiling, glistening face from her cunt and looked at her. "You damned sure haven't sucked many cocks in your life, have you?"
"No . . . just my husband's . . . several years ago."
He got up beside her. "Let me show you how it's done."
He sucked her forefinger into his mouth, took it all into his mouth, while licking it all around. Next he sucked her fingertip, then took all of the finger into his mouth again. He did this over and over.
"Got it?" he asked.
"I -- I think so."
He got on his knees at her shoulder, his long cock standing straight out. She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in two inches. She sucked it the way he'd done her finger, then pushed her head forward and took in another inch. She licked it and sucked it almost as well as a professional would have done . . .
"Hey, you poor little fish," he said, "you learn fast."
Then he was fucking her mouth the way he'd fuck a cunt, only a little more gently. He put a hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her extremely juicy cunt-hole and squeezed her clit in the vise between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand squeezed a firm tit and his fingers pinched and tantalized her pointed, hard nipple.
Joyce began moaning as Al Sears fucked his throbbing prick into her mouth. She hunched her pussy onto his fingers and her mouth onto his prick, meeting each oncoming hunch with enthusiasm.
She was a bit surprised at herself to say the least for enjoying this cock-sucking so intensely. The last time her husband had asked her to suck his cock, she'd refused. That was several years ago. But on the other hand, it'd been equally as long since he'd sucked her cunt . . .
Now, however, she found great enjoyment in sucking Al Sears' cock. She was sucking it like a wild woman, taking it all down the throat every time he hunched his cock forward into her mouth. Then suddenly he straddled her tits, bent forward, and fucked her in the mouth, shoving it all the way down her throat with every thrust.
Joyce moaned with ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire and felt empty without Al's snake-like fingers. She shoved two of her fingers deep into her seething cunt and massaged her cut with the other hand. Her pussy-walls were hot and slippery with juices. Her asshole was crying for attention.
Al fucked her mouth methodically. His balls slapped her beneath the chin with every forward thrust. His hunches grew faster and shorter. He was getting ready to come. Suddenly he drew back and began jacking himself off. The first glob of thick, ropy spunk splattered Joyce's cheek and the corner of her mouth; the second shot into her hair; the third splashed her just below the eye; the rest shot and dripped into her mouth and on her lips. She licked her lips and smacked them noisily.
Al was still moaning, his face twisted into a grimace of pleasure. Then he became motionless. Joyce raised her come-dripping face and sucked his limbering cock into her mouth, sucking out the last precious drops of come.
"My little fish," he said with contentment written all over his face, "you sure are one horny lady."
"Yes I am," she replied, still digging into her sweet and slippery cunt with two fingers. "Why did you have to come? I wanna fuck and suck all day and all night long."
"And we shall, my little fish. We shall."
He got up and stood unsteadily on the floor for a moment before going to the closet and pulling out a large suitcase. He placed it on the bed and opened the lid. The suitcase was literally packed with every conceivable kind of sex aid.
"I told you I worked for a novelty company," Al said. "Well, this is what I sell. Take your pick. Which one do you want to get fucked with first?"
She smiled. She sat up in bed. "Do you have a small one for my asshole?"
"Oh yeah! It's called a butt-plug. And there are a few more here that are made especially for the ass." He picked out a red, pointed, oblong piece of flexible plastic. "This is the latest thing for the asshole. How long's it been since your bowels moved?" "Eh . . . last night."
"Go potty," he said. "Wash yourself out good. Stick your finger up your ass. Get yourself clean. I'll fix us a couple drinks."
Chapter Two
Never had Joyce fucked so much!
Finally, after almost twelve solid hours of making love, she said she had to go home. Al begged her not to go, begged her to go to California with him on his vacation. "I'll pay for the entire trip. It won't cost you a penny."
She laughed, happy with herself and with him. "We've already been through that. I can't go."
She'd finally told him the truth, that she wasn't really divorced.
She drove back to the lounge where they'd met to get his car. They kissed a half-dozen times before she finally pulled herself away, promising him she'd call in two weeks when he was scheduled to return from vacation.
Joyce slept better than she'd slept in years.
She woke with her pussy wet and demanding attention. She was as horny as she'd been the night before!
She lay in bed with happiness written all over her face. She took the large brown shopping bag from the bedside table and dumped it on the bed between her hot, naked thighs. Al had given her one of each of all the sex toys with which she'd been fucked. She sat up in bed and played with them. Every piece fascinated her, but the butt-plug virtually brought goosebumps to her velvet smooth body.
"Damn," she said aloud, "I never even knew that a woman could have an orgasm by getting fucked in the ass. Damn! What an experience!"
She stuck the butt-plug into her mouth to lubricate it. Next, she put spit on two fingers and rubbed it onto her asshole. Slowly, she touched the butt-plug to her asshole and wiggled a half inch of it into the hot interior of her ass, watching her reflection in the dresser-mirror at the foot of the bed. Then she shoved the butt-plug all the way in, sighed with ecstasy and reached for a twelve-inch dildo which was encircled with ridges. She rubbed the helmet-headed dildo across her clit and up and down her milky cunt-crack -- the way Al had thrilled her with it.
"Ohhhh," she purred.
Her cunt was dripping wet. Watching herself in the mirror, she shoved the head of the dildo into the hole of her inflamed pussy.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh," she continued purring as she worked in more inches. "Oh, shit! This is better than any man's cock that I've ever had -- but then I haven't had many. But I need a mouth to kiss."
She picked up another dildo, this one about ten inches long, and stuck the head of it into her mouth while flexing the muscles of her asshole, enjoying the sensation of the butt-plug and now fucking her cunt deep with the ridged big-headed dildo.
The picture in the mirror alone was enough to drive her out of her mind. She moaned from around the ten-incher down her throat.
An orgasm began within her. Her face flushed and contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The red-hot bud of her clit throbbed. Her asshole tingled with rapture. Her cunt expelled a stream of juices.
The sheet beneath her grew wet in spots.
She pulled the dildo from her mouth but left in the butt-plug and the twelve-incher buried in her cunt. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep . . . and dreamed about being raped by a motorcycle gang . . .
The sound of the doorbell brought her back into this world.
"Coming!" she yelled.
Throwing feet to floor, she realized that she was still plugged in. She pulled the dildo from her sloppy cunt and dropped it on the floor with the others, leaving the butt-plug in, then slid into a bathrobe and ran toward the door.
She pushed at her hair to straighten it and then opened the door. Her eyes did a double-take, for standing there was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life. She flexed her ass-muscles and felt sensation from the butt-plug.
The man smiled. "I'm the furnace man. I come every six months to check it. How was it the last time you used it?"
"Fine. It's hot." She smiled with a blush. "I mean, you should check it."
He glanced at her with desire. Joyce was on the make, and he knew it. "Where is the furnace? I mean, is it still in the same place?"
"Yes." She licked her lips.
He went down the stairs, Joyce right behind. She checked him out good. He was about twenty-eight, black hair, tall, muscular, a real hunk. His blue jeans were tight and she could easily see the impression of his cock, which looked to be about six inches long . . . soft.
He got down on his knees and looked at the furnace motor.
Joyce pulled on the sides of her housecoat to loosen the front. She pushed her shoulders together to produce a gap in the V of her neckline. The furnace man inspected several things in and around the furnace, Looking up, he said, "It seems -- " but stopped short when he saw honey-colored pussy-hairs and the bulging tits. He stayed on his knees, his face on an even level with her beautiful cunt less than a foot away.
Joyce untied the sash around her bathrobe. It came open, displaying full view of her cunt.
His face moved forward hesitantly.
She put her hands on his head, surprised at herself for being so bold. She was like another woman. But, oh, it was exciting! Gently, she pulled his head forward. He put his hands on her hips and mashed his face into her soft, curly hairs. She spread her legs. His tongue snaked out and licked at the flesh above her clit.
He pressed his chin between her legs and caught the little clit-nub between his lips and sucked it ever so gently and pressed on it with his tongue. His hands cupped and squeezed her ass-cheeks. He felt the tip of the butt-plug protruding from her asshole and recoiled slightly from the feel of it, wondering what the hell the thing was.
"What the hell -- "
"It's a butt-plug." She blushed. "I'm horny. Eat my pussy! Please eat my pussy!"
He stood up beside her and looked into her sparkling blue eyes. His mouth moved forward, seeking her full, sensuous lips. The kiss was French and long and exciting, their tongues darting and pushing at each other. She chewed hungrily on his upper lip and felt the bulge in his pants grow.
Suddenly he picked her up and sat her on the washing machine, then raised her feet and placed her heels on the edge of the washer. Joyce leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, allowing complete access to her sizzling cunt. The man pulled up the clothes hamper and sat on it, his face on an even keel with the gleaming pinkness of her pussy.
With his thumbs, he spread her cunt-lips. Then he licked the inner walls of her musky but delicious-tasting cunt. He began sucking like a man obsessed.
Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his mammoth and come-dripping cock and began milking it down, causing tiny drops of fuck-juice to ooze from his piss-hole and add shine to the almost-purple head of his eight-inch prick.
He mumbled into her cunt while jacking his cock swiftly and eating her cunt like it was the last thing he was ever going to eat.
Joyce had every nerve in her trembling body on the razor's edge, the butt-plug enhancing the razor-sharp sensation that had permeated her entire being.
Oh, God, she thought, what have I been missing all my life? This has gotta be the next best thing to heaven!
Her mind grew dark and her hands and arms began trembling with the beginnings of another orgasm. She flexed her ass-muscles and pulled the man's face farther into her cunt as he jacked his cock swiftly and moaned from somewhere inside himself.
As her orgasm began, she fondled the butt-plug, pulled it out, and crammed it in again. She kept sliding down on the washing machine and the man had to put his hands on her ass to stop her from sliding off. But then one hand went back to his cock and started jacking it again, faster then before.
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce howled.
The man groaned as a handful of spunk shot from his pisshole and onto his pants. But he kept jacking and sucking the cream from her pussy till he'd sucked out every last drop of juice.
"You have the most delicious-tasting pussy I've ever sucked," he said holding his cock and looking around.
"Thank you. In the hamper you'll find something to wipe yourself with." She slid from the washing machine. "And you better let me throw those pants of yours in the washer. Look, you've got cum on both legs . . . and between your knees! Pull 'em off. Let me wash 'em for you."
He looked at his watch. "I've got to be back in the office in one hour."
"Plenty of time to wash your pants and for me to suck your cock."
"Do you have anything to drink?"
"Whisky," she informed him.
"Vodka would be better. Then they wouldn't be able to smell it on me at the office. But I'll chew some gum and maybe no one'U know."
In the kitchen, Joyce mixed two glasses of whisky and water while the furnace man who'd said his name was Jerry Albright used the bathroom. When he emerged, she handed him a glass.
He took a large swallow. "Hey, this is strong stuff! How many shots did you put in it?"
"I didn't measure it." She stared at his semihard cock and couldn't believe that this was happening. She took the fuck-stick in her hand. It felt good to her touch.
"Suck it a minute," Jerry suggested. "It'll get hard fast. And that's what you need -- a hard cock."
Joyce took a large swallow from her glass and set it on the kitchen counter. Then she sank to her knees on the carpeting. She took his cock in both hands and looked at the piss-hole from which a tiny drop of semen had emerged.
Moving her face closer, she lashed out her tongue and licked away a tiny drop of semen. She sat down on the floor, shoving the butt-plug farther into her ass, and took the slippery head of his prick into her warm mouth. Closing her lips around it, her tongue encircled the head of his prick. She sucked his pisshole, trying to suck out more semen, and fondled his long hairy balls. She sucked half of his prick into her mouth and moved her head back and forth, slurping it at the same time, squeezing his ass-cheeks with the hand not on his balls.
She took another inch of pulsating cock into her mouth and ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Then her forefinger stopped at his puckered shitter. She massaged the ring of his asshole while sucking on the five inches of cock in her warm, eager mouth. The feel of his tight shitter brought a strange desire to her -- the desire to suck his asshole.
She put her hands on his hips and turned him around. "Touch your toes!"
He did as commanded.
She spread his ass-cheeks and looked for a moment at his sexy-looking shitter. She'd never seen a shit-hole up close before. It was pretty and reminded her of a succulent berry. She spread his cheeks wide, causing a little hole to appear in the midst of the pucker.
Her face moved forward. Her mouth encompassed the tiny hole. She licked it first, then licked it again, then sucked it, then coiled her tongue and pressed it to the succulent berry.
"Oh, baby," Jerry said, "that feels great! No one's ever done that to me before. Stick your tongue in it!"
Joyce took another large swallow from her glass of whiskey and then returned to the inviting asshole. She sucked it and licked it and kept pressing her tongue at the tight hole. Finally, she managed to get the tip of her curved tongue inside the small aperture, one hand spreading his cheeks and the other one jacking his hard, throbbing cock which had already reached full capacity. She shoved her tongue farther into his shitter.
Jerry moaned and uttered sounds of pure pleasure, his hands on his ankles, his thoughts lustful . . .
Joyce wished she had a dildo up her cunt. She stood up quickly. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
Jerry couldn't imagine why Joyce had stopped. But a few seconds later he knew when she returned with the twelve-inch dildo covered with ridges.
His eyes widened with surprise. "Hey, you're not going to stick that thing up my ass, are you?"
She laughed. "No, it's for me. Bend over the table this time, and spread your own ass-cheeks."
He obeyed. She touched the dildo to her slippery cunt and shoved eight inches of it up her pussy-channel without stopping. Next she pulled a chair to the table and sat down behind his ass, shoving the remainder of the twelve-incher up her cunt and mashing the butt-plug farther into her asshole.
He spread his ass-cheeks wide.
Joyce put her mouth over his succulent asshole and began sucking and pushing her coiled, hard tongue into the tiny opening while wiggling around on the chair and flexing her cunt muscles. The mere thought of what she was doing to this strange, handsome man drove her libido to greater heights.
She felt her wetness on the chair where she sat. Sounds came from her throat -- sounds of lust and of great excitement. Her pussy and asshole tingled ecstatically. Her mouth grew more hungry for his tasty berry. Her tits, which she squeezed and kneaded with both hands, were firm, the nipples long, hard cones.
She puckered a mouthful of spit and pressed it onto his asshole, then pressed her forefinger to the tiny opening while sucking the musky flesh beside his shit-hole. The finger slid inside without any effort. She wiggled it around gently, careful not to cause him pain.
"Oh, baby, yes, yes, I like that!" he gasped. "It feels great! Absolutely fabulous! I've never ... in all my life ... felt anything so great! Shove it all the way in!"
Joyce obeyed and shoved her finger as far up his asshole as it would go. She wiggled it around and around, opening him up and driving him practically out of his mind. His entire body trembled. He kept moaning but she couldn't understand a word he said. She was lost in her own private world, oblivious to everything except the burning needs of her cunt. The twelve-incher in her pussy and the stimulating butt-plug up her ass seemed alive as she wiggled around on the chair and kept flexing the muscles of her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" Jerry screamed, looking around at her. "I'm having some kind of . . . some kind of mental orgasms. I've never had anything like it before. It -- it's great! That husband of yours sure is a lucky man to have a doll like you to love."
Joyce kept sucking the tangy flesh beside his shitter and now fucking her finger deeper and harder into his musky asshole.
"Oh, baby," Jerry muttered, "you're terrific! My nuts are aching. They wanna explode. I can't hold it much longer!"
She, too, was on the magnificent brink of orgasm . . . and she wanted a mouthful of cock and jism when the time arrived.
"Sit on the table," she said.
Jerry moved around and sat on the edge of the table, and leaned back on his arms. Joyce pulled the chair up close, between his legs, and ate the piece of cock-meat standing so magnificently before her. She took it all down her throat and savored the stimulating aroma of sex that filled her nostrils.
She loved his long, pretty cock and proved it by the way she gave head. She took the entire shaft down her throat then drew her face back and slurped the shiny head, trying to suck come from the piss-hole while fondling his balls with one hand and running her other hand and fingers through his thick, kinky pubic hairs. The dildo was completely submerged in her juicy cunt. She kept mashing her pussy into the chair-cushion and now roughly massaging her sensitive and thrill-provoking tits.
"Ahhhhh!" she gurgled, eating his cock as if it was the food of life. "Come, if you can. And I'll come when you fill my mouth with your jism!"
She went back to sucking his cock and squirming around on the chair, teetering on the brink of total gratification.
His hands flat on the table, leaning back on his arms, he hunched his cock into her mouth. She looked so beautiful with her long hair moving with the motion of her head and his cock going in and out of her mouth. He watched her hands knead her hard tits and pinch the nipples as she wiggled around on the chair and deep-throated his quivering, slippery cock.
"Here it comes!" he screeched. "Eat my spunk! Drink it down! Suck it out!"
He held his breath and pulled in his groin muscles which triggered his climax and sent gob after gob of tasty jizz into Joyce's hot, sucking mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of the delicious spunk and still some of it oozed from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She swallowed several times as her own orgasm hit full-force and made her shiver with lust and made every nerve in her body tremble. Hot waves of pleasure continued to rip through her system, prolonging and intensifying her climax. Her body convulsed as she mashed her cunt into the chair-cushion and sucked the last tiny speck of spunk from his pulsating prick.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh," he moaned. His arms buckled and he fell back onto the table. "Oh, baby, oh, baby!"
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce pinched her nipples so hard they ached with delightful erotic pain, but the burning need in her cunt was gone -- at least temporarily, anyway . . .
Chapter Three
After Jerry had departed, Joyce took a shower and went back to bed. Sleep came immediately.
But when she awoke, the burning desire was once again in her cunt, more demanding than ever! She looked at all the sexual toys on the bedside table and shivered. Her pussy and asshole began twitching.
"What's with me all of a sudden?" she asked herself aloud, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Well I'm too damned young to sit home all the time and let life pass me by. I've got a nice body and it craves attention."
Then she thought about her husband Tom and wondered if he really loved her. She needed to talk to someone -- to another woman . . . or maybe to a psychiatrist. Suddenly depression enveloped her.
The telephone rang.
She snatched the receiver from the bedside phone, hoping to hear her husband's voice. "Hello."
"Joyce . . . this is Freda. How are you, honey?"
"Oh, Freda. Hi. I'm all right, I guess. How are you?"
"Just fine. I haven't talked to you in a couple of weeks. Just thought I'd call and wish you a happy birthday for tomorrow. You'll be, eh, twenty-nine, won't you?"
"Thirty. And it was two days ago."
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was tomorrow."
"That's all right. It's nice to know that someone was thinking about me anyway."
"Tom . . . didn't call?"
"No. No one called. But I'm glad you're calling now. I need ... I need someone to talk to. Are you busy? Could I come over, Freda?" Joyce asked.
"Certainly you can come over -- any time of the day or night. We're friends, aren't we? And that's what friends are for. Come on over. I'll put the coffee pot on and take a fast shower."
Joyce felt better instantly. She hung up, dressed into short shorts, a halter, sandals, and was pushing the doorbell at Freida's luxurious ranch-type home ten minutes later.
Freda, a voluptuous natural blonde, answered the door attired in a loose-fitting housecoat. The girls hugged and kissed and tears appeared in Joyce's eyes.
"Hey, you do need to talk to someone, don't you? C'mon in and I'll pour you a drink. What would you like?"
Joyce shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It all tastes about the same to me."
The blonde smiled and went into the dining room to the liquor cabinet.
"What do you do in your spare time?" Joyce asked, jumping right into the conversation.
"I don't have much of that," the blonde said from the dining room. "But when I do have time, I like to read."
Joyce accepted the proffered glass of Scotch and water. Freda pulled up a footstool and sat down. The housecoat fell past her knees and revealed the smoothness of tanned thighs. She patted Joyce on the leg. "Now, what seems to be the problem with my favorite friend?"
Joyce took a sip from her glass, liked the taste, and took another. She looked down at her own tanned legs. "I'm turning out to be a regular little tramp."
Freda was mildly surprised to say the least. "You? I don't believe it! Tell me about it. What's happened?"
Joyce divulged her escapades of the past two days. Finishing the recount, she drained her glass of Scotch and went to the bay window.
"And that's what's bothering you?" Freda asked. "That's all? I thought before you started that you were going to tell me that you and Tom were getting divorced."
"Maybe that too. I don't think I could ever be satisfied now with the way Tom makes love to me." Then she covered her face with her hands as tears appeared. Deep down inside she loved her husband very much.
Freda bounced from the footstool and took the weeping girl into her arms. "Oh, honey, don't cry. It's not that bad, honestly it's not. Why, I cheat on Bill too once in a while."
Freda's admission of infidelity made Joyce feel a lot better. "You do? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No, honey. It's the truth -- and it bothered me for a long time too, until -- well, until things changed in our lives ..."
Freda smiled.
The girls stood at the bay window, staring into the dense woods in back of the house.
"Well ..." Freda began, and commenced telling in vivid details about the first time she'd cheated on her husband . . . * * * At that time, six months after Freda and her husband had gotten married, they lived in an apartment building. She awoke early one morning to discover she was out of cream. Attired only in pajamas and carrying a cup of steaming coffee, she went to the apartment next door where a girl lived alone and whom she knew only casually. But her knock was answered by a sexy-looking man in his early forties. Freda had seen pictures of him and knew right away that he was the girl's ex-husband.
"Oh! Is Karen home?" she asked.
"No. She had to go see her mother. She won't be back till late this afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Well, I just woke up and discovered that I was out of cream. And I absolutely can't drink coffee without cream. I was wondering if perhaps I could borrow some?"
"Certainly. Come on in."
She followed the man into the kitchen.
He wore only trousers. His muscles were large and his chest almost hairless.
He opened the refrigerator, saying, "My name's Jack. I'm -- "
"I know who you are." She smiled. "Karen has shown me pictures of you. You ran away with your secretary, didn't you?"
"That figures," he said. "She's told everybody that I ran away with my secretary, but didn't tell anyone that the reason was because I caught her coming out of a motel with two dudes the night before I left down."
Now it was Freda who grinned. "No, she didn't say anything about that."
"As it turned out, she was fucking -- excuse the language -- a half-dozen different men. So I thought I'd get even with her by running away with my secretary. But she kept calling me and asking me to come back. So I came back. And I think she's out seeing a man right now -- instead of her mother."
He looked Freda over from head to feet. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a most desirable-looking woman early in the morning. That's the way I like my women -- fresh from between the sheets. Or still between them is even better. Why, I do believe you're blushing a little."
Freda's nipples took on instant hardness and pressed daringly into the soft material of her pajama top. The top two snaps weren't fastened, and the seductive cleavage of tits was visible.
"You don't believe in wasting any time, do you?" she asked.
"Life is too short to waste time with preliminaries. I believe that the wining and dining should come after sex, not before."
Freda's pussy was miraculously inflamed as if touched by a magic wand.
Mesmerized, the two stared at each other.
Jack took the steaming cup of coffee from her hand and filled his mouth with the hot fluid but did not swallow. He set the cup on the kitchen counter. His hands reached out, took hold of her pajama top, and pulled it all the way open. His face moved forward. He swallowed the hot coffee and simultaneously placed his seething mouth over a stiff nipple and its tan areola.
Delight filled her, and the lustful sensation produced by his hot mouth triggered instant orgasm.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Oh, God, what a feeling! Ohhhhh. Ahhh. Do it again -- to the other tit."
Now she had cream of her own, but it was oozing from her cunt.
Again Jack filled his mouth with steaming coffee, and swallowed it the tiniest second before his mouth enveloped her other globe of sensitivity.
Her orgasm lingered, was prolonged by one of the greatest sensations of her life. She held his head in both hands and squeezed her thighs together tightly. His own hands pushed her pajama bottoms past her plump, enticing ass. Then, in one motion, he pushed her onto a chair and pulled off the bottoms. He reached for the cup of coffee and Freda placed the heel of her right foot upon the table. She scooted down in the chair and he got on the floor on his knees. Her pussy was saturated with the juices of her cunt. Spreading pussy-lips wide, he swallowed the hot coffee and shoved his entire mouth into the sweetness of her gorgeous cunt.
"Uhhhh! Uhhh! Ohhh! Yes, yes, it's good! It's good!" Another brain-rattling orgasm began, and tore at her cunt like a tornado.
While eating her pussy, he stuck two fingers into the cup of coffee which sat on the floor beside him. Then he slowly shoved the two fingers up her pussy and filled his mouth again with the steaming coffee. Without swallowing the fluid, he placed his mouth over the large nub of her inflamed clit.
The hot sensation went to the very core of her. Some of the hot coffee dribbled from his mouth and ran onto his fingers which were wiggling about inside her cunt like eels.
The coffee, having cooled slightly, was not at a perfect temperature for his next act. He filled his mouth with the tepid fluid, shoved his lips inside her cunt, and spurted the coffee into her pussy, drinking it down as it gushed back out.
Freda bellowed with ecstasy.
Jack stayed on his knees, eating her cunt. His mammoth cock was stone-hard and throbbing profoundly, and demanding to enter the erotic paradise between Freda's legs that his mouth didn't seem to want to leave. He unzipped his trousers and freed the monster cock. Then, quickly, he pulled Freda up, pushed his pants down, and took her place on the chair.
She straddled his hips and slowly eased herself onto his cock, and didn't stop the descent until every last inch was inside her sizzling fuck-tunnel. He gobbled up a tit and squeezed the other as she rode his cock like a true cowgirl riding a bucking stallion. She went wild astride him, his cock penetrating deep into the hot interior of her creamy cunt. The surroundings of her tight pussy-flesh, and the speed with which she moved, instantly propelled him to the brink of explosion.
"Slow down," he babbled, "or I won't be able to last two minutes." So lost in the obsession of her lust was she that she didn't hear him, and continued with the wild motion of her ass.
He moaned as an ounce of come came from his cock and filled the depths of her seemingly insatiable cunt.
She kept right on fucking him till his fuck-pole was no longer fuckable. It slid from her cunt, still dripping. She got on her knees between his legs and sucked the flaccid prick into her mouth. She dug fingers into her cunt and sucked the last few drops of jism from his balls, then licked a spoonful of semen from the base of his cock as another electrifying orgasm exploded within her groin. She licked his balls and as far down beneath them as her tongue would reach.
Leaning over, he kissed her mouth and smeared his lips all over hers, tasting his own spunk and enjoying it immensely.
She sat down on his lap and pressed her bare and moist tits into his sweaty chest.
"Lady," he said, "you're some kind of a lover. Just name the place where you want to wine and dine."
Chapter Four
Freda concluded the story of her first act of infidelity and drank the last of her Scotch. "And of course I kept on seeing Jack -- once a week, anyway, for the next three years. So you see, you're not alone in this world."
"But I -- but I love Tom," Joyce confessed. "We just never had much of a sex-life together. And it just seems that all at once I've turned into a regular little sex-machine. Even now I'm so horny I don't know what to do about it. Believe it or not, my pussy is wet right now."
The girls were standing at the bay window, staring into the woods out back.
"Really?" Freda said. "I don't believe you."
Before Joyce knew what was happening, Freda put her hand between her friend's legs, slid her fingers beneath the tight crotch of her short shorts, and felt the wet slipperiness of Joyce's cunt.
"What are you doing?" Joyce asked, but made no move to stop the other woman.
"You are wet!" Freda said, and rubbed her fingers up and down her friend's hot pussy-lips.
Joyce forced herself to pull away.
"You are horny, aren't you?" Freda stated, holding her fingers to her nose. "And you smell good too."
Joyce was befuddled and speechless.
Freda smiled. "Haven't you ever suspected that I'm bi-sexual?"
"Bi-sexual? You?"
"Yes. I had my first sexual encounter a long time ago." Still embarrassed, Joyce looked away. "You don't hate me for it, do you?" Freda asked.
Joyce looked at her friend again. "No ... of course not." "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I could never hate you, Freda -- we've been friends too long." She looked away again.
"Sure you do. You won't even look at me," the blonde said.
"That's not the reason. I'm a little bashful, that's why."
"Then if you don't hate me, give me a hug and kiss to prove it."
Joyce wanted to kiss the voluptuous blonde but was bashful. Slowly, she closed the short space between them. Almost stiffly she took her friend into her arms and kissed her quickly on the lips, then took a step back.
Give her a minute to think about it, Freda told herself, and picked up the empty glasses. "Sit down and relax. I'll fill our glasses."
Joyce sat in the recliner, her mind already foggy from the first glass of Scotch.
Seconds later Freda returned with a magazine in hand. "Look at this while I'm mixing the drinks."
Joyce opened the magazine. It was full of explicit pictures of bisexual women engaged in every conceivable position of sexual relationship. Joyce found it difficult to believe her eyes. She'd known all along, of course, that things like this were happening every day.
The sight didn't repulse her in the least. As a matter of fact, she found herself thinking about it with interest. She could let another woman suck her cunt -- that wouldn't bother her -- but could she do it to another woman? She didn't think so. It's just not my cup of tea, she told herself, crossing her legs, aware of her wet and sultry pussy. There was a demanding itch inside her cunt that needed some rubbing.
Freda returned with the full glasses and gave one to her friend.
"To us," she said, and the girls touched glasses.
Joyce took a large swallow and felt the alcohol spread warmth throughout her stomach.
"Why is it you never tried any sexual advances with me?" she asked, taking another swallow.
Freda smiled. "Oh, I thought about it a hundred times -- when we used to spend the night at each other's house once in a while. I wanted to, but you were too modest. Remember me staring at you a couple of times at your house -- and a few times at my house -- when we'd get undressed for bed?"
Joyce smiled. "I remember. And I remember asking you once what you were staring at. And you said you wished you had a sexy body like mine. Well, now you do -- even sexier, I think."
"Why, thank you, honey. Do you really think I've got a sexy body?" Freda asked, pulling her housecoat open.
Joyce stared with increasing interest. Freda's tits were much larger than hers but the latter's were pointed more.
"See," Freda said, "yours are prettier than mine. They're firmer."
Joyce stood up and automatically pushed out her chest. "Well, maybe a little firmer, but yours are larger. Most men like large tits."
"No, you're wrong. I do a lot of reading, and just as many men like small tits as there are who like large ones."
"Really? I didn't know what."
"Besides," Freda went on, "yours are by no means what a man would call small."
"Well, your ass is larger than mine. And I know men like larger butts than mine."
"Naw, I don't think so." She whipped her housecoat to one side, revealing a plump, pretty ass. She looked at Joyce's. "It's really hard to tell with your shorts on. And the best way to really compare them is by looking into a mirror. C'mon, my bedroom's full of mirrors."
She took Joyce by the hand and led her down the hallway and into the master bedroom, the ceiling and walls of which were more than half-covered with mirror-squares. She took the glass from Joyce's hand and set the two on the dressing-table. Then she slipped out of her housecoat.
Joyce merely stood there modestly.
"C'mon, honey, you don't have to be shy around me," Freda said. "Get that halter and those shorts off. I want to show you that you still have the sexier body."
She reached out and unbuttoned her friend's halter. Joyce unsnapped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and looked at the two naked bodies in the wall mirrors.
Both girls' cunts were expelling cream. Each woman was filled with great anticipation . . .
"See," Freda said, standing beside her friend, facing the mirrors, "your tits are much prettier. Like I said, they're firmer."
"Firmer, maybe, but not prettier."
"Heck, I can suck my own tits. I bet you can't." With that said, Freda lifted her right tit and sucked in a mouthful.
Joyce laughed softly and lifted her right tit. She lashed out her tongue but was only able to lick the nipple.
"And yours are so firm," Freda said. Reaching over, she placed her hand on one of Joyce's silky globes, then she felt her own. "Feel for yourself."
Caught up in what they were doing, Joyce put her hand on one of her friend's enormous tits, and enjoyed the feel of the warm tit-flesh. "The areolas around the nipples are almost the same shade of tan that mine are."
Freda explained, "Almost all shades of blondes have light-tan areolas around their nippies. Redheads have pink areolas, and brunettes have dark brown."
"Really? That's interesting. Look at our stomachs. They're both about the same -- flat."
Freda put her hand on Joyce's stomach and pressed slightly. "My ass is really a little too big." She turned her ass to the mirrors.
Joyce did the same, and looked around into the mirrors.
"See," Freda said, "my ass is at least two, maybe three inches bigger around than yours . . . and a lot flabbier." She placed her hand on her friend's ass and squeezed and then rubbed it. "Feel mine. It's softer."
Completely enveloped now in thoughts of having her pussy sucked by her horny friend, Joyce slid her hand across Freda's plump, pretty ass. The contact enhanced her desire to be sucked. She ran her hand over Freda's ass and down to the bottom of the cheeks and squeezed gently. She looked up at the mirrored ceiling and the reflection of them. Their hands on each other's ass sent voltages of rippling sensation rushing through her. She could actually feel the juices oozing from her cunt. Oh, my God, she thought, what am I thinking! But the thought didn't linger. It was pushed aside by the overwhelming craving to have her pussy sucked.
"And your pubic hairs," Freda said, "aren't as thick as mine. But they're softer." Her hand was in Joyce's cunt, rolling the silky hairs between her fingers.
Joyce didn't have to be told to feel her friend's cunt. Her hand went there willingly and automatically.
"Damn!" Freda exclaimed. "Are you ever saturated! And it's running down your thighs! But I'm the same way ...**"
She ran her hand across Joyce's pussy and pulled it away soaking wet. She held her hand to her nose and sniffed, then licked off some of the juice.
"It tastes good. Lie down on the bed and let me see it. I love to look at pussies -- they're so beautiful!"
Entranced with desire, Joyce lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
Freda got on the bed on her knees, her face inches from the gleaming, seductive cunt. She spread the pussy-lips with her thumbs. "The lips are tan, and the insides are a light pink. And I've never seen a pussy as wet as yours."
Then her face was in the other girl's cunt, kissing, licking, sucking, swallowing the juices.
"Ohhhhh," Joyce moaned. "Ohhhhh, yes!" She found it impossible to lie still. Her feverish ass moved around and around and hunched the other girl's face enthusiastically. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come. Eeeee!"
She stared into the mirrored ceiling as her orgasm commenced, and covered her dear friend's face with the sweet succulent fluids of her pussy. Then she was having another orgasm, and then another. Or maybe it was just one long one, Joyce didn't know. But she did know that she'd never been this horny before in her life.
With her hungry mouth sucking and chewing the tasty cunt, Freda slid her hands up Joyce's flat stomach to her hard, enticing tits. She kneaded them and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
The electrifying, razor-sharp sensation which now permeated her tits, and the sucking mouth which enveloped her throbbing clit, were driving Joyce into a state of hysterical rapture. She couldn't believe that such titillation was being produced by another woman, and she found herself thinking about sucking Freda's pussy. Why not? a voice within her asked. Do it! No one will ever know.
"Put your cunt in my face," Joyce ordered.
Freda looked up from the cunt she was eating, her face glistening with pussy-juice. Without a word, she quickly moved her feet around and straddled Joyce's face.
Joyce looked up into the gleaming, wet pussy. With uncontrollable lust, she wrapped her arms around her friend's ass and pulled the cunt into her face. She licked and kissed and sucked, then swallowed a mouthful of cunt fluids and was surprised to discover that she actually enjoyed the taste.
The girls moaned and groaned their satisfaction with each other. Then they were on their sides, still in a sixty-nine position. After two soul-shaking orgasms in this position, they rolled over again, placing Joyce on top, her face still between Freda's legs, her insatiable tongue still licking, her mouth still sucking, teeth still nibbling, while two pairs of hands kneaded and caressed hot asses.
After so many orgasms they lost count, they went for the big one. With fingers submerged in each other's cunt, and mouths and teeth on each other's clit, squeezing and rubbing, fingers pressing on assholes, they exploded with the greatest orgasms of their lives.
They lay still for a long time, hugging each Other's ass, occasionally kissing the other's pussy. Then Freda moved around and lay beside her long-time friend.
She kissed Joyce on the mouth and whispered, "I love you, honey. I've loved you for a long, long time."
Joyce smiled. "I love you, too, Freda -- very, very much."
After a moment's silence, Freda said, "Hey, I've got an absolutely wicked idea. After that Al Sears gets back from his vacation, let's both go to his place and fuck the shit out of him."
The girls laughed.
"Beautiful idea," Joyce said. "We'll drive him crazy!"
Chapter Five
"Hello," Joyce said into the receiver after the phone had rung two times.
"Joyce, darling, I'm so terrible sorry I forgot your birthday. Honestly, darling, I was just so damned busy I forgot." It was her husband.
"Oh. Tommy. Where are you calling from?"
"Alaska. From my office. Darling . . . I'm sorry."
She was silent. Her feelings had been hurt, and they were still mending. She'd never forget his birthday, or anyone else whom she loved.
"Darling, I don't blame you for being angry," Tom went on. "I'd probably -- "
"I'm not angry," she interrupted. "I'm hurt. You've neglected me so much during the past five or six years that forgetting my birthday just came naturally to you."
"Oh, Joyce, darling," he said. "Listen, I'm coming home just as soon as we get this one section completed. But I won't be able to stay for more than a couple of days."
"Coming home?" She didn't know if she liked that or not. She was having too much fun. "When will that be?"
"I dunno. It'll only take two or three days to finish up this one section. I'll call you again in a few days and let you know more about it. Bye, darling. I love you."
But the phone clicked, and he was gone.
Joyce sat down in a living room chair, staring at the phone. Then she began crying. "He doesn't love me. He just said he did because he thought it'd make me feel better. Well, it doesn't!"
She went to the new bottle of Scotch that she'd bought and opened it. Not bothering to mix a glass, she drank straight from the bottle, swallowed hard, and shivered.
And soon her thoughts turned to sex. Whereupon, she dressed, got into her Cadillac, and went looking for a cock.
During the next eight days, she fucked five different gorgeous cocks and had three more beautiful sex relations with her dear friend Freda.
But she didn't hear from her husband. Maybe he'd called and maybe he hadn't. She didn't know, for she hadn't been home long enough during the days, or the nights, to answer all calls.
"You have a cute-looking butt," she said brazenly to the teenaged boy behind the counter of the diner where she was eating lunch. It wasn't really herself doing the talking -- it was the Scotch . . . and her own sultry pussy.
The boy turned and faced her, blushed, and then smiled. He was young, good-looking, had wavy black hair and a dimple in either cheek. A, moment ago he had pulled off his apron, done with work for the day. Joyce's words had gone straight to his cock, causing it to grow with instant hardness. The bulge in his pants was apparent.
Joyce had already looked around, ensuring no one was within earshot. "Has a woman ever told you that before?"
"Yeah ... a couple," he lied.
"Then you've made love before?"
"Oh yes, many times," he lied again.
"How would you like to make love to me?"
His face was red now. "Your place or mine?" he asked, having read the line somewhere.
"Yours, if it's all right with your mother."
"I live alone," he stated flatly. "I've got my own apartment! I've had my own place for years," he lied again. Actually he'd had his own place for a month -- since school vacation had begun.
"When do you get off work?" she asked. "Three minutes ago." "Shall we take your car or mine?" she asked. "Eh, your car. My Cadillac's in the garage." She got up, leaving some money on the counter to pay for her meal.
"Mine's parked out back," she said, and took a couple steps toward the door. "Are you coming?"
"Eh, yeah. He walked kind of sideways, so the customers couldn't see his hard-on. In back of the diner, he said, "You really do have a Cadillac, don't you?"
"Sure do. Don't you?"
"No, not really," he confessed, getting in. "Just an old Ford. But it's a good one. Turn right at the light. Go down four blocks and it's the green house on the corner -- right across from the police department."
"I like these police," she said. "They seem nicer than the ones in the city. Scoot over closer to me. I want to feel what I'm about to get."
He scooted over.
She put her hand on his bulge and almost fainted with surprise. "Damn, you've got a ring of baloney down there! How many inches do you have?"
"One of my girlfriends measured it once," he lied, throwing his chest out, proud of his measurement. "She said I had twelve inches."
"Twelve inches! Wow! And you're still growing."
"Naw, I've worn the same size shoes for two years now."
"Shoes? What's that got to do with your cock?" she asked.
"Well, I've heard that when your feet quit growing that your cock quits growing too."
"Really?" She wrapped her hand around his cock and marveled at the hunk of fuck-meat. Her pussy twitched and expelled a few drops of fluid. That electricity-like feeling pervaded her cunt, and her nipples hardened into long cones.
"This is it," he said." Pull around back. I live upstairs."
She parked and followed him up the flight of steps, her heart fluttering with excitement. He locked the door behind her and she said, "Let me see it. I've never seen a twelve-inch cock before."
She unzipped his fly and had a difficult time freeing the stiff, big-headed cock from the tight confinement of his jockey shorts. She stared at the gigantic hunk of fuck-meat that was almost as big around as her wrist. It was as hard as concrete. The blood veins were enormous ridges and completely encircled the beautiful cock. The head was half as large as her fist.
She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. She pulled his shorts down and held his balls in her hand. Then she slipped to her knees and held his cock in both hands. The slit in the head was oozing pre-come. She jacked his cock a couple times and squeezed it gently, then harder. The head took on a deeper shade of purple and several drops of clear, shiny fluid oozed from the slit.
As if in a trance, her face moved slowly forward. She opened her mouth wide to receive the fist-like head, but had to open it wider. She had to open it so wide, in fact, that her jaws ached. But she paid no attention to the discomfort. She licked the juice from the pee-slit and took the cock-head into her hot mouth. The kid began to moan as she took another inch of his cock into her mouth.
With one hand, she unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She wore no panties, and her hand went straight to her cunt as she took the third inch of pulsating fuck-meat into her mouth. She tried to take more, but her mouth was absolutely full. She was in the wrong position.
She knew that a man's cock needed to be on an even keel with the woman's mouth and throat in order for her to swallow the cock-meat with ease. So she contented herself for the time being with sucking the three inches in her mouth. And suck them she did! Hard and fast! Like the true professional that she was becoming.
"Oooooh," the boy moaned, his mind obsessed with having his cock sucked. Then he was screaming, and shooting his hot, thick, premature fountain of come into Joyce's mouth.
She let two inches of cock slide from her mouth to make room for the cupful of semen that she savored for a few moments before swallowing it to make room for more, all the time digging into her cunt with two fingers and squeezing her clit.
The boy's legs buckled beneath him and he dropped to the floor on his knees.
Joyce followed him down, still sucking, still digging into her inflamed and creamy cunt.
Orgasm washed over her. But she continued sucking his cock and digging into her cunt till ecstasy turned into sublime numbness. Then she lay with her head beside his limber prick. She pulled it across her face and kissed it, then closed her eyes in magnificent tranquility.
"I'm sorry I was so fast," the boy apologized. "But it'll only take a minute and I'll be ready to go again."
She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm holding you to that. You young guys are all alike -- can't hold off for five minutes but can fuck fifteen times a day."
"Do you fuck a lot of young guys?"
"No. You're the first. But I've done a lot of reading lately, and that's what I've read." Slowly, teasing his cock into getting hard, she undressed herself.
He watched with increasing excitement.
She lifted both tits and, one at a time, licked each nipple and a part of the areola around it. Then she ran her hands down her hips and between her legs which she had spread wide. She rubbed her pussy with first one hand and then the other, turned around slowly, and rubbed her hands across her ass. Next, she stood straight and touched the floor, then put a leg straight out and touched her toes, making sure he got a good look at her cunt and asshole.
She whirled quickly and dropped to her knees beside him. His cock was three-quarters hard, She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders. Within seconds she had him stripped, and his cock was standing at attention. She ran the tips of her fingers across his chest and over his nipples, squeezing them as she did so. Then she threw one leg over his hips, straddling his thick cock.
She took his prancing prick in one hand and rubbed the fist-like head up and down the crack of her seething cunt, lubricating the head with the slippery drippings of her pussy. Then, spreading the lips of her pussy with the other hand, she aimed the head of his prick at the entrance of the pink hole between her legs. She lowered her ass a little and took in half of the head. There was a little pain, but she loved it, and lowered herself more.
The slippery head popped into her succulent center with just a little more pain than she'd felt before. And still she lowered herself. More painful inches followed. But this was sexual pain, and didn't really count. She lowered her ass more, and still more, and finally she had the entire twelve inches buried into her pussy-channel.
She sighed with relief as the pain began to subside and ecstasy prevailed.
"Ooooh, it feels so good," he said. "Your cunt is so damned hot it feels like an oven."
"You like it?"
"I love it."
She leaned over and kissed him.
There was no vigor to his kiss, no tongue. His lips were barely parted.
"Open your mouth," she ordered.
He opened his mouth wide, like a baby bird about to receive a worm from its mother.
Joyce chuckled and said, "Not that wide! I don't want to fall in."
He closed his mouth halfway.
"Perfect," she said. She kissed his mouth and put her tongue inside. Her hair cascaded over the sides of their faces. His cock was buried motionless in her pussy.
He began to hunch into her.
She raised her ass an inch or so to allow more space for harder hunches.
"Ooooh," he said, his eyes and countenance serious, "this is the greatest I've ever had."
She smiled, meeting each forward thrust of his cock with rhythmic hunches of her own. "Do you get a lot?"
"I get enough."
"How often do you get it?"
"A couple times a week. But this is the best I've ever had. You're the greatest in the world."
"Oh I doubt that."
"Well," he said, still hunching into her, "maybe not the greatest in the world. But certainly the greatest in the whole state."
"Thank you, dear. You're sweet." She gave him another kiss.
Getting bolder, this time his tongue entered her mouth. She sucked it fervently, her ass picking up speed on his pistoning cock.
"Ooooh!" she moaned. "Yes! Yes, I like that! That's the kind of kiss I like. Fuck me, dear boy! Fuck me hard! Make me sore! Do it to it! Tear that pussy up!"
He hunched into her wild and hard, like a bucking bronco trying to throw its rider. Joyce's ass moved up and down like a jack-hammer. She threw one hand into the air and looked toward the ceiling in mimicry of a cowgirl breaking a wild steed.
"Ride 'em, cowgirl!" the boy screamed, and hunched so hard that the connection broke and Joyce fell to the floor in hysterical laughter.
Not giving her time to get up, he quickly crawled between her legs, grabbed his stiff cock, and shoved it toward her saturated pussy.
"Easy with that thing," she said. "You've got more meat there than two average men have put together. Be easy at first . . . then tear the hell out of it."
He inserted an inch. "Oh, hell, that's gotta be the hottest pussy ever!" And without thinking he rammed in seven inches.
"Auh! Easy! Damnit!"
"Sorry. Oh I'm sorry." He kissed her a couple times quickly. "I'll be easy from now on, I promise."
"Hey, it's all right. It only hurt for a moment. Now let's get down to some serious fucking . . . with less talking." "Yes, ma'am."
She laughed. "And don't call me ma'am. I'm not that old."
"Sorry. What is your name, anyway?"
"That's right. We never did introduce ourselves, did we? We were both too horny to bother with names -- especially me. I'm Joyce."
"I'm Paul."
"Fuck me, Paul! And shut up for a while!"
"Right. He pumped into her.
Joyce closed her eyes and drifted on seas of ecstasy, feeling his long, thick cock rubbing against the sensitive skin of her pussy. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled, giving him more accessibility to her cunt. She looked down. Her pussy was stretched beyond belief, and she'd never seen it so wet before. The hairs were matted together with her juices. The picture was stimulating to say the least, and drove her wild with lust. She watched as he pulled his swollen cock all the way from her cunt except the head, then shoved it in to the hilt.
"That's the way," she said, "all the way in and all the way out. Do it a little harder now . . . and faster!"
He obeyed, and fucked her pussy fast and deep.
She lay back again and reveled in the ecstatic waves of fucking, her hands massaging her tits roughly. "Oh, God, yes, yes! Faster! Harder! Do it to it! Tear it up!"
He fucked her to the brink of orgasm.
She screamed and plunged with insane rapture, clawing at his back and sucking his lips and tongue savagely, and squirming around on the floor as if lying on a bed of nails.
Not giving her a moment of recuperation, he put his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and fucked into her like a mad, sadistic rapist deflowering a virgin.
She kept screaming and thrashing about while floating through orgasm after orgasm.
Chapter Six
Paul had no liquor, but his refrigerator was full of beer.
"It doesn't matter, anyway," she said. "It'll all make you drunk. With beer, you just have to drink a little more, and pee more often."
On through the night they fucked. She sucked his cock four times, drinking down his youthful come as if it really was fluid from the fountain of youth. But he balked vehemently when she asked him to eat her cunt.
"No," he refused with a grin. "I've never done that before."
But later, after consuming ten beers, he said, "I saw a porno flick a couple weeks ago and the girl in it tied her boyfriend's hands and feet to the corners of the bed after he'd fallen to sleep . . . because she'd found out that he'd been cheating on her. Then she fucked him silly. Later, when her pussy was all itchy with come and sweat, she straddled his face and made him lick her clean. She kept on mashing and rubbing her cunt in his face. And that movie really turned me on. I got hornier than hell!"
Joyce was all smiles. "Then I can do that to you?"
"Well, let's wait for a while -- till I get a little drunker."
Five beers later Paul was nodding, on the verge of passing out, having forgotten all about the porno movie. Then he was snoring, lying naked upon the bed, his cock half hard. Joyce let him sleep thirty minutes, her pussy twitching and wet from the thoughts of what she was about to do. Then, quietly, she got out of bed. But being quiet wasn't necessary, she knew, for it'd take sirens to awaken him.
She'd seen a clothesline on the back porch. She took it down and cut it into four pieces. Then she tied his hands to the bedposts, and his feet to the bottom posts. His cock was three-quarters hard. Her pussy needed no additional lubrication. But it was a shame to put a beautiful cock like Paul's into a pussy -- without first kissing and sucking it. She kissed the cock-head several times, and licked the gorgeous piece of cock-meat from the base to its tip, coating it with saliva.
Paul smiled, and for a moment Joyce thought he was awake, but he wasn't. He was dreaming!
Joyce straddled his semi-hard cock and lowered herself onto it, an inch at a time, till there were no more inches left. She felt his cock growing harder within the hot and slippery channel of her torrid cunt. Then she fucked his cock with a slow, uniform motion, fucked it till orgasm overcame her and the juices flooded his fully hard and throbbing prick. Next, she let his cock slip from her cunt and, careful not to step on him, placed a foot on either side of his face, gripped the railing between the headposts, and lowered her sweet and slippery cunt onto his face. She sat there, not moving, not allowing him to breathe, knowing that this would awaken him.
Sure enough, he awakened with a start, but didn't really understand what was happening for several seconds. He murmured, but Joyce's creamy cunt prevented him from speaking.
She laughed and rubbed her cunt up and down his face, giving him room to breathe. He moved his head from side to side, trying desperately to avoid contact with the juicy pussy. Joyce leaned forward, catching his face in the vise between her ankles. The ankles themselves pressed into his cheeks, forcing his mouth to remain open.
"Suck it!" she demanded jokingly. "Suck it clean with your tongue and mouth or I'll piss in your face ... so help me I will!"
"Get -- "
But every time he tried to speak, her cunt silenced him. She was having herself a ball playing this game that he'd told her about. She rubbed her dripping cunt up and down and across his face, smearing his boyish complexion with the glistening juices of her insides. Then she spread her pussy-lips with one hand and pressed the pink flesh of her seething cunt over his nose and mouth.
He tried pulling his hands free of their bonds, tried moving his legs, and tried moving his face, but all to no avail!
Then she gave him breathing space -- but only for a second -- then mashed her cunt into his face again. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but she was sure it was one of total disgust.
He thought about biting her cunt, but he liked her and didn't want to hurt her. Besides, he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her regularly.
When she gave him breathing space again, he yelled, "I'm getting sick to my stomach, you bitch! Get the fuck off!"
But she thought it was only a part of the game he'd told her about, a part of the porno movie that he was acting out.
He sure was a good actor!
For a moment there she'd thought he was serious.
"You have to lick my pussy clean before I get up and untie you," she said. "Even if it takes you all night to do it."
Remembering what he'd told her about the movie, he realized that she had no intentions of moving her cunt from his face till he'd licked it clean. He relinquished the struggle and began licking her smelly cunt-gash. He licked the lips first, then the walls inside as far as his tongue would reach.
She raised her ass. "Lick it off my thighs, too! And off my asshole."
He licked her inner thighs. Then, feeling a tingling sensation in his balls, he voluntarily sucked her cunt-hairs into his mouth and licked them clean. Surprised, he realized that he was beginning to enjoy this perverted act. The burning sensation in his balls became more demanding and his cock grew harder than it'd been that night. Then he was licking and sucking her cunt willingly, enthusiastically.
"Okay," she said, "I guess it's clean enough."
"No! No!" he whimpered like a pussy-whipped brat. "I still see some stuff! Just a couple more minutes! Please!"
"All I'm going to do is to turn around so we can sixty-nine. But I'm not untying you till I've had at least six of those mind-shattering orgasms that I know you're capable of giving me."
"Yes, yes," he said, "that'll be all right-turn around so you can suck my prick at the same time."
Instantly, she turned completely around, her mouth at his cock which was already coated with pre-cum. His cock was pointed on an angle toward the wall at the head of the bed -- the perfect angle for swallowing. She took the cock-head into her mouth, then in six inches. It touched the back of her mouth and wouldn't go any further. But it didn't hurt in the least.
She pushed her face forward and, sure enough, the fist-like head of Paul's cock slid right down her throat. Pushing still farther, she got her nose in the crack of his ass.
She lay very still and sucked the flesh at the base of his prick and ran her tongue around the hard piece of fuck-meat. She didn't want to move. She wanted only to lie there forever with his cock buried to the hilt in her throat, her lips sucking, her tongue slurping, her cunt in his face, feeling his long, darting tongue penetrating deep into her pussy.
The orgasm materialized without warning and filled her system with razor-sharp, electrifying sensation.
She pulled her face back to the fist-like head of his tremendous cock and then swallowed it again. Over and over she did this, and brought about climax number two which also brought sweat to her forehead, between her tits, and to the crack of her ass which Paul continuously licked at.
With his tongue an inch inside her shitter, Paul sucked and chewed the tight ring of her puckered pooper.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce gurgled with ecstasy, sucking the gigantic cock in her mouth and grinding her pussy and asshole into the young boy's eager face.
"Oooooh," he cried jubilantly. "You better hurry and get all those orgasms you wanted to have, 'cause I'm about to blow the top of your head off!" "You can't come now!" she pleaded. "I can't hold off much longer."
She laughed. "You come now and I'll keep you tied up all night and fuck you and suck you till you die."
Knowing she meant it, he tried thinking of faraway places and things in order to delay climaxing. It worked! Then he was sucking asshole again and shoving his tongue farther into it than it had ever been.
Mind-shattering orgasm number three was bigger and better than the other two. And number four was the greatest thus far!
She held his long cock by the base and rubbed it all over her face, across her eyes and below her chin as climax number five hit her. She welcomed it and was practically drowned in the sea of ecstasy it brought with it.
A minute later she wailed, "Okay! Number six is just about here. Shoot it to me! Blow my brains out! I'll come when you do."
He didn't know which he wanted to suck, her cunt or her shitter, and wished to hell he had two tongues. I can have both! he thought, and stuck his thick, coiled tongue into her pussy at the bottom and his come-coated nose into her asshole. He held his breath and pulled in his balls, triggering the very greatest orgasm of his young life and shooting an ounce of thick, ropy spunk into her sucking mouth.
She savored the taste she'd learned to love so well before swallowing, then swallowed another mouthful as climax number six tore through her entire body like a shattering cyclone.
When his cock slipped from her mouth, she got up and untied him. Then they rested ... for ten minutes . . . before starting all over again.
Chapter Seven
Joyce pushed the start button of the washing machine but nothing happened. She pushed it again, and still no action. She checked the plug. It was all right.
"Goddamnit!" she exclaimed angrily. "Now what the fuck's wrong with this thing?"
Picking up the basement phone, she called her dear friend Freda to see if she could use her washer. But there was no answer.
She'd heard about a new singles' bar that had opened and wanted to go there tonight cock-hunting. But she had no clean tops or underwear. She could get along without underwear but not without a blouse.
A laundromat was the only answer.
Attired in short shorts and halter, she shoved a half-dozen tops and a dozen pairs of panties into a shopping bag and drove to the nearest laundromat.
There were only three other people -- all women -- in the laundromat, one of whom was the attendant.
Two young men about her age came into the establishment. Both were handsome, one with sandy-colored hair and the other one with brown. Both were about six feet tall and were freshly shaven. They selected the washer next to Joyce's and smiled sweetly, exhibiting clean, white teeth.
"Hi," both said at the same time and then looked at each other.
"Do you have to say the same things I do?" both guys asked the other in good-natured unison.
Then all three laughed.
"This is my roommate Joe," the brown-haired guy said to Joyce, nodding toward his friend. "We've been sharing the same trailer behind the laundromat for so long it's getting so he says the same things I do . . . and even thinks like I do."
"Oh yeah?" Joe said. "It's really the other way around. Jack here is not only beginning to act like me, but he's also begun to like the same kinds of food that I like."
"Bull!"
Joyce stood with eyes wide and a pretty smile, listening to the two comics. When there was a break in their argument and both men looked at her, she said, still smiling and laughing a little, "Seeing that the two of you so innocently introduced the other, I guess it's only fitting and proper that I introduce myself. My name's Joyce, and my washing machine broke down."
"You sure are beautiful," Jack said.
"He's reading my mind again!" Joe stated.
Joyce laughed again. "Well I just happen to be a mind-reader myself," she said. "And I'll bet you each a dollar that I can tell you exactly what you're both thinking right now."
'You're on," Jack said. "You're thinking that you'd like to make love to me."
"Hey, you are a mind-reader, aren't you?" Joe said, and each guy pulled a dollar from his pocket.
She took the proffered money. "And just to give you a chance to get even, I'll bet I can tell you what you think my answer will be."
"You're on again."
"You're thinking I'll say no."
"Right," Joe admitted.
"But we were hoping you'd say yes," Jack said.
She took the other two bills. "Well the answer is yes. Let's go. You can do your laundry later." "Both at once?"
"Why not?" She went to the attendant and gave her the winnings. "When the washer stops, put my laundry in the dryer, okay?"
"Sure," the fat attendant replied.
"And if I'm not back when the dryer stops, watch my things for me."
"Sure will, honey."
The three went outside into the pleasant July evening and walked to the guys' trailer.
Before long, Joyce was peeling off her shorts and placing one foot on the arm of the couch. "We can start this party anytime you want, with one of you sucking my cunt and the other one sucking my asshole."
The guys were nearly undressed. They bumped heads diving for her juicy cunt.
"My butt's clean," she said. "Just as clean as my cunt. You'll each get a turn with both holes. Now, suck me till you've got my eye-balls in your mouth."
Jack's tongue was the nearer to her pussy. He dropped to the floor between her legs and lashed out his tongue, tasting her pussy. Joe fell to his knees behind her, marveling at the beautiful view of her ass. He spread her cheeks and licked her asshole, discovered there was no taste or odor, and licked it again. Then he sucked it the way he'd suck a tit.
Leaning forward, Joyce put her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her hips, giving action to cunt and shitter.
A few erotic minutes passed.
"Hey, I love it back here!" Joe said. "How's it in front, Jack?"
But Jack was enjoying himself too much to answer. He'd already spread her pussy-lips. His tongue was buried deep in her hot furnace. He slid his hands up her legs to her hips, but Joe's hands were already there. He pushed them away and pulled Joyce's sweet cunt farther into his face, dearly loving the pleasant nectar of her cunt.
"Hey don't get hoggish!" Jack howled. He pushed Joe's hands away and pulled Joyce's asshole to his hungry mouth. Joe scooted farther beneath the widely spread legs and ate her cunt.
Joyce was in a world of bliss, reveling in the mind-boggling sensation produced by the two tongues.
"Ohhhhh, this has gotta be the greatest ever! Love those tongues! Awwww!" she screamed as a sneaking orgasm attacked her nerve system. "Chew on 'em! Eat my pussy and asshole like you were crazy about them!"
The guys began more fervently and gently nibbling on the sensitive flesh, now completely engrossed in the lascivious holes between her legs.
Hunching back and forth, Joyce took one hand and pushed her tits together and squeezed both attention-craving tit-globes. Then she arrived at the summit of another sensational zenith and flooded both chins between her legs with the delicious cream of her cunt. Coming down from orgasm, she spread herself on the floor and told the guys to finish undressing.
"Gotta have a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy," she said, shoving a pillow beneath her head.
Naked, Joe straddled her shoulders and stuck his seven-incher into her open mouth as Jack spread her legs wider and shoved half of his cock into the hot channel of her slippery cunt. Then he buried it to the balls as Joe leaned forward and fucked her mouth.
The floor was hard, but Joyce was aware of nothing but the sea of ecstasy into which she had plunged. Her pussy was satisfied with the fat cock pounding rapidly into its molten depths, but she lifted her legs to allow deeper penetration and doubled the pillow beneath her head to make an almost-straight passageway so the cock in her mouth could slide down her throat.
She gurgled lustily and mashed her nose into Joe's crotch as the pistoning cock in her cunt picked up speed and practically drove her insane. Joe's ass was going up and down like a fucking pump, fucking the tight ring of her throat like a virgin pussy. Joyce kneaded her tits and pinched the nipples so hard they ached with delight while madly hunching her pussy onto the stiff fuck-pole going in and out of her cunt and slurping the fuck-meat in her mouth as if it was an ice-cream cone.
"Let's trade places," Jack suggested, "I love this pussy, but I want my cock sucked."
"Good idea," Joyce agreed. "But first you have to suck my asshole. You haven't had your turn with it yet."
"Aw, do I have to?"
"Eat it!" Joe encouraged. "It's good! You'll like it!" You'll like it!"
"Lie down," Joyce said to Joe. After he'd obeyed, she flopped over onto her stomach, inhaled his cock into her mouth and stuck her ass into the air for Jack to suck.
The latter crawled between her sprawled legs and, closing his eyes, mashed his mouth to her puckered shitter. He sniffed and was surprised to find no unpleasant odor. He licked her shitter and was equally surprised to discover no unpleasant taste. On the contrary, the two were most pleasant.
He lay on the floor between her legs, spread her ass-cheeks wide, and went crazy with his licking and sucking.
Joe was on his elbows watching, grinning.
Jack looked up from his meal. "I like it! I like it!"
He went back to her ass-cheeks, a compulsive pooper-eater for the rest of his life.
Joyce felt his tongue force its way into her asshole, felt the needle-like sensations of his chewing teeth on the crinkled ring of her asshole as she shoved her face forward and sucked the hard hunk of fuck-meat in her mouth. She ran one hand between her legs and kneaded her clit and pussy-lips, shoved two fingers into her sultry cunt and dug at the inner flesh. The mere thought of what was happening drove her lustful cravings to new peaks.
Joe's cock hardened to total capacity -- the way his cock always did in that instant before ejaculation -- and filled her mouth with semen Joyce swallowed fast. Still some of the precious fluid ran from the corners of her lip and down her chin. She continued sucking hi cock till it grew soft in her mouth.
"I still need something hard to suck," she said. "Joe, since you don't have anything hard for me to suck any more, trade places with Jack."
"No!" Jack retorted, not wanting to give u his turn with her sweet asshole. "I've only bee back here three minutes!"
"C'mon!" Joe snapped. "You heard what the lady said. She needs something hard to suck and I need something delicious to eat."
"No!"
Joe pushed him out of the way and shove his mouth to the slippery pooper.
Quickly, Jack crawled to the enticing mouth that was anxiously awaiting the arrival of hi stiff cock. Joyce immediately gobbled it up a Joe sucked and licked away the juices of he cunt. Then her fingers pushed him out of the way and his attention switched to her shitter.
He sucked the now-enlarged asshole and managed to get an inch of tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her asshole the way he'd fuck a cunt -- pulling his tongue all the way from her crinkled berry and then shoving it as far into its depths as it would go. His cock was growing.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Joyce moaned, sucking cock and having her shitter eaten at the same time while her fingers plunged inside her insatiable cunt. "Fuck that asshole! Stick that cock in it! Take it easy at first, then fuck it hard and deep. Those asshole orgasms are great!"
His cock had grown to maturity. He got on his knees behind her and rubbed his prick up and down the crack of her ass. When it was well-lubricated, he put the slippery head of his stiff prick to the tiny opening in the center of her ass-bud. Pushing easily, the golfball-sized head popped into her.
Joyce moaned softly and felt the hard fuck-meat penetrate deeper into her bowels.
He fucked into her gently for a few moments, then began pounding her cheeks furiously. The slapping sound of flesh against flesh was loud in the room.
"Awwwwww!" Joyce babbled. "Awaaaaa, yes, yes, yes! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck the shit out of it!"
"Just don't neglect this cock," Jack said with good-natured gruffness, pulling her mouth onto his bloated prick.
Joyce swallowed the fuck-stick and hunched her ass onto the stiff and rugged cock going rapidly in and out of her sizzling asshole. The sensations within her were increasing. She sucked harder and hunched faster as an orgasm struck full force and filled her body with the feelings she'd learn to love. And in the same instant, Joe filled her mouth with his hot spunk which prolonged her climax.
Her forehead and the valley between her tits were wet with sweat. She looked at the flaccid cock that had slipped from her mouth and got to her feet. Then she began dressing.
"Where are you going so fast?" Joe asked, jacking his stiff cock which was slick with the clear juices of her pooper.
"Is that new singles' bar up on Dort Highway?" She smiled. "Maybe I can find some guys who can last." She looked at the glistening piece of cock-meat in Joe's hand. "But I can't leave a beautiful cock like yours in that condition. But make it fast."
She dropped to the floor before him and sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth.
She sucked wildly, and in a couple of minutes Joe was blowing his nuts, shooting his wad onto her face and between her tits. She wiped away the come and licked it from her hand.
"Can we see you again some time?" Joe asked.
She pushed at her hair. "Meet me at the laundromat one week from today. Same time."
Chapter Eight
The temperature that day had reached ninety degrees, and when Joyce left home at eight o'clock the evening was muggy and sticky with very little breeze.
Attired in skimpy short shorts and a halter that barely concealed her luscious tits, she drove to the singles' bar she'd heard so much about. She parked in the back lot.
Her shiny hair bounced from the short, fast motion of her feet as she entered through the opened back door. Looking around, she was somewhat disappointed to discover that the place was almost empty. But her heart fluttered with excitement when she saw her good friend Freda sitting in an almost-obscured corner booth. She was right up on the blonde before Freda noticed.
"Joyce! Where have you been? I've been calling your house every ten minutes for the past two hours. And I must've called you a dozen times last night."
Joyce slid into the booth across from the blonde. "I've been out. I don't stay home much any more -- too many hard cocks on the make to stay home and not get any. Wow! Listen to me! I've begun to talk like a regular little slut."
"No you're not," Freda disagreed. "You've begun to talk like a happy woman. And that's all that matters -- happiness."
"Gee, I wished I'd been home when you called. What's up? Wha'd'ya want to talk to me about?"
"Sucking your delicious cunt," Freda whispered. "I've been thinking about sucking your gorgeous pussy all day long. And last night, too, for that matter."
Joyce squeezed her legs together and felt and heard the squishing sound of her wet pussy.
"Why don't you sit over here beside me so I can stick my finger in it?" the blonde asked. "No one can see us. There's only three guys at the bar, and they're sitting way down at the other end."
Joyce needed no enticing. Instantly, she got up and sat down next to her friend.
A topless waitress approached, her big tits bouncing. She took Joyce's order and moved away, shaking her ass seductively.
"I was going to try to pick that up later on," Freda said, nodding toward the departing waitress. "But I don't have to now. I've got the sweetest pussy in town sitting right beside me."
She patted Joyce on the knee but moved her hand when the drink was delivered.
When the waitress with the big tits had gone again, the hand went back to Joyce's knee. It patted affectionately and then began moving slowly up the smooth leg toward the pot of honey hidden between her hot thighs.
"Just act as if nothing's happening," Freda said, shoving two fingers inside the tight crotch of Joyce's shorts.
Joyce smiled. "That might be hard to do when I reach an orgasm. But we could go to my car."
"I think it'd be more fun right here -- more daring." The wiggling fingers slid right into the sultry honey-pot. "Just keep talking while I do my thing."
"There's one thing I've been wanting to ask you?" Joyce said. "Does your husband know you're bi?"
"He knows. But he has girlfriends on the side. It makes me horny to suck his cock and to know that it was recently buried in a hot cunt. Once in a while I can still taste the taste of pussy on his stiff cock. And he's got eleven inches. You ought to see it some time."
"Huh?" Joyce was a little surprised to hear her friend make that admission. "You wouldn't mind? I mean, we're friends. You wouldn't mind his fucking one of your friends?"
"Are you kidding? I'd love it. He's brought some of his friends home for me to fuck . . . and suck. And he gets a thrill out of watching a friend's big, thick cock pumping in and out of my cunt or asshole ... or in and out of my mouth. He enjoys me bringing women home for him to fuck, too."
"Ohhhhh!" Joyce moaned, feeling the snakelike fingers within her cunt channel. "Oh, shit, this is driving me crazy! I need your mouth on my pussy!"
"Maybe that can be arranged."
"Here? Right here?"
"Sure. No one can see if I crawl beneath the table. And sitting where you are, you can see anyone who might happen to walk this way."
"Well, if you think it's safe."
"It's safe. Just let me know if someone starts back this way. Then I can be in the other seat before he has a chance to get all the way back here."
Without another word she slid beneath the table.
Joyce wiggled out of her shorts and Freda pulled them free of her feet. Then a hot mouth made contact with a seething, creamy cunt. Joyce scooted to the edge of the seat and spread her legs, allowing more room for the eager face between her thighs. Freda licked the slippery pussy-meat, then pushed her coiled, hard tongue into the mouth of the delicious cunt. She shoved her tongue deep and lapped up the juices while rubbing the puckered shit-hole with a slippery finger.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce sighed with delight, trying to appear normal as she scanned the bar area. "Ohhhhh, Freda, honey. You're the best of all. And I mean it. Ohhhh, yes, yes!"
"Not so loud," Freda said into the creamy cunt, then continued sucking the folds of her dear friend's alluring pussy.
Joyce's eyes widened with titillation when she felt two fingers being shoved deep into her pussy channel and felt Freda's hungry mouth engulf her hard clit. Oh, shit, she thought, supposing I pass out during orgasm? But it didn't matter. She wanted an orgasm in this position. And soon ecstasy was flooding her body, and her cunt was flooding Freda's face with juices.
"Awwwwww!" she moaned loudly as orgasm carried her away with its obsession.
Freda lifted Joyce's legs and put her feet through the leg-openings of her shorts, then scooted onto the seat next to her friend.
Still breathing heavily and pulling on her shorts, Joyce appeared numb, as if her guts had been sucked all the way through her body. She patted Freda's hand. "Thank you, honey. That was nice. Super! But now you need the same thing."
Freda smiled. "And I'll get it, too -- in about an hour or so when Bill comes home. And he's going to be home early, too, so I've got to be leaving pretty soon. What about that dildo salesman? You were going to call him and see if he'd be interested in a little threesome."
"Oh, heck. I've been so busy I forgot all about him." She searched in her wallet for Al Sears' phone number, found it, and gave it to Freda. "Why don't you call him if you get home before Bill does? Al said he might cut his vacation a couple days short; so he might be home by now."
"Fine," Freda replied, and shoved the number into her pocket.
Chapter Nine
The singles' bar had begun to fill when Freda departed for home.
Joyce was lonely for a few minutes . . . until an extremely nice-looking older man approached the table. He was about fifty, his brown hair neatly cut and freshly combed. His eyes, steel-gray and unblinking, undressed her before he spoke.
"May I buy you a drink?" he asked with the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. His face radiated lust.
"Why, certainly," she replied quickly. "You may even sit with me if you like."
"Terrific," he said, sitting beside her, "but I only have a few minutes before I have to go."
"Got an old lady waiting for you at home, huh?"
"Yeah. And this is our anniversary. Been married twenty-five years today."
"Really?" Twenty-five years or not, a moment later she felt his hand at her inner thighs, squeezing, rubbing. Reaching down, she took his hand and put it between her legs. She was half drunk and as horny as ever.
He took the hint and shoved his fingers beneath the crotch of her shorts.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You've got a flood down there!"
"I'm horny," she replied. "Pussy needs a cock badly."
"Damn," he said, "I wish now that I'd driven the car today and let the wife take a cab shopping."
"I've got a car," she suggested. "It's parked out back between the big dumpsters and a big truck. No one will ever know we're in the back seat."
"Terrific! Let's go." He rose and followed her outside.
She unlocked the car and slid into the back. He got in beside her. She peeled off her shorts and lay down on the big, wide seat.
"May I suck your pussy for a couple minutes?" he asked politely. "I have to taste that cunt-juice. It's so tempting."
"Lick away, dear man -- but not for too long. I need a cock inside me."
He pushed off his pants and shorts, got on his knees on the floor, and pulled her gleaming pussy toward his advancing mouth. He kissed it several times then rubbed his face into her cunt, coating his jaws and chin with the delicious cream. With years of experience behind him, he brought her to a screaming climax within a matter of minutes. Then he was between her legs, shoving his big-headed cock into the musky interior of her pussy.
Joyce wiggled and sighed with relief, enjoying the swollen cock within the warm confinement of her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips and achieved two orgasms almost instantly. But her ass kept hunching; her pussy kept burning with unquenchable lust.
"I have to be going in a minute or so," he said, fucking into her with years of experience, driving her out of her mind. "So if it's all right with you I'll come and be on my way."
"Sure," she said, disappointed, but knowing that another stiff prick wouldn't be hard to find.
He grunted and began shooting his load. He filled her cunt with his thick jism. Some of it oozed out of her and onto the car seat. Then he was sliding into his shorts and trousers. A moment later he kissed her and got out.
Damn, Joyce thought, sliding from the car, I'd like have had about two hours with that guy. He was so gentle . . . and knew exactly how to make a girl get her cookies pronto.
She returned to her booth but five minutes later was going outside with another man. This one was younger and had a car of his own, but wasn't nearly as good a lover as the older man . . .
She sucked his little prick and fingered herself, and reached an orgasm just as the man filled her mouth with tasty semen.
Two drinks later she was being fucked in the back seat of a big Chrysler. And ten minutes after that she was trying out the back seat of her own car again.
It was past midnight and she was growing tired and sleepy.
At that precise moment, the best-looking and sexiest man she'd ever seen in her life came through the front entrance with a rather plump woman old enough to be his mother. He looked around the bar room, saw Joyce staring at him, and smiled. She looked at him, smiled, and ran her tongue across her lips. The man and the older woman sat at the bar. He said something to her and got up. Joyce's pussy twitched like it'd never twitched before as she approached her table.
"Hi, beautiful," he said, sliding a business card across the table. "I told my date that I know you. And I honestly believe that I do know you from somewhere, if only in my dreams. You're absolutely stunning! You look so innocent and sweet!"
Joyce was taken aback by his smooth talk. She glanced at the card. He was a masseur, with an office not too far from the bar.
"If you can make it," he said, "come to my office about one tomorrow afternoon for the best massage of your life."
Then he went back to his companion.
Joyce sat there for a couple of minutes longer, her pussy burning. Then she went home and fucked herself with the different dildoes for two hours, till the burning sensation in her cunt had been quenched.
Sleep came easy but wasn't deep, as she kept dreaming about the breath-taking masseur. And when the sun's eleven-o-clock rays awoke her, that burning sensation had returned to her pussy.
"Damn!" she said aloud, jumping from bed. "I've only got two hours to be in his office! And I don't want to be late."
At twelve-fifty, she was parking in front of his office.
The card had given his name as Brian Kelly. He was standing at the office door awaiting her arrival. He unlocked the door and admitted her, then locked it again.
"Aren't you open today?" she asked. "Just till noon on Saturday. That's why I wanted you here at once -- so everybody'd be gone."
They stood for a moment staring at one another, eyes undressing each other. It was a task not to throw themselves into each other's arms. Both were horny.
He led her into his inner office which was equipped with the usual office furniture plus a padded table. He motioned her to disrobe and nodded toward the table.
Within seconds she was naked. He helped her upon the table and began undressing himself. She watched his peel off every piece of clothing, including his red bikini shorts. His cock stood out. She got a good look at it. It was between ten and twelve inches long -- not the largest cock she'd ever had, but certainly the prettiest by far, with a huge helmet-like head and blood veins which she knew would feel wonderful inside her inflamed cunt.
His cock wagged stiffly and adoringly as he pushed a towel-covered cart to the table. On the table were various types of scented oils and jellies. He poured oil onto the palm of one hand and dipped three, long bony fingers of the other hand into an opened jar of pink jelly.
"Let's get your ass first," he suggested.
She flipped over, now unable to see the swinging cock that she'd so enjoyed staring at. She'd thought his hands would be chilly, but they weren't. They slid around on her back, kneading and rolling the skin.
For ten minutes he devoted his complete attention on the area between her neck and hips, driving her out of her mind with his well-trained hands and with her own thoughts of fucking. Then he commenced kneading and twisting the skin of her ass-cheeks. He massaged them well, occasionally running his long fingers up and down in the crack itself. Every now and then he'd massage the puckered ring of her shitter, then teasingly run his fingers along the length of the skin between her cunt and her asshole. He spent another ten minutes on her ass before using the next five minutes massaging and rolling the skin of her legs and inner thighs.
"Turn over," he said, pouring more oil onto his palm.
"Ah, yes, I can hardly wait."
His cock, still wagging stiffly, was more beautiful than before. She wanted to grab it, to chew on it, to swallow it, but lay back on the table instead and soon became content with the feel of his professional hands on her firm tit-globes. He massaged her tits and rolled her pointed nipples with the skill of an expert. Then he spent a few minutes on her stomach before moving straight to her feet where he seemed to spend forever, massaging and squeezing her ankles and feet and running fingers between each toe.
When at last his hands moved along the in-sides of her thighs, she was practically hysterical with lust.
"You don't talk nearly as much as you did last night," she remarked.
"Last night I wasn't working, but now I am."
"And you work so beautifully, but hurry and get to my cunt. It's on fire!"
"I have to get you ready first," he said.
"I am ready," she admitted. "I've never been so ready in my life."
"I want you to be hornier than you've ever been before."
"I am! I am!" she persisted.
He laughed and leaned over her for their first kiss -- a kiss so tender and sweet and provocative that neither could believe what the effect of the kiss was doing to them.
"Ahhhhh," he said, "I knew you'd be able to do this to me."
Joyce's body, glistening with oils and jellies, was afire with lust and vast anticipation. Her tits heaved with each breath. Then Brian Kelly was upon the table with her. They rolled in each other's arms, reveled in each other's kisses.
He pushed her tits together and rubbed his face in the valley between them, making his face slippery and shiny. His mouth slid over her tit-globes, kissing, nibbling, sucking. He shoved the two nipples together till they touched, took both in his mouth at the same time, and sucked both at once.
Inflamed with lustful obsession, Joyce was unable to lie still. The sensations in her tits were too great for mere words. Brian at the meat of her tits till he could actually smell the pleasant discharge of her cunt. Then he rubbed his hungry mouth over her stomach, not missing the tiniest bit of skin. He massaged her ribs and underarms with his nose and mouth while his hands busied themselves with tits and hips. His lips slid onto hers for another kiss. Next his mouth was on her nose, her eyes, then nibbling her earlobes.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce sighed from the depths of desire. "Ohhhhhh, Brian, darling, I can't believe what you're doing to me! I've never . . . in my life . . . known such ecstasy! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Brian's lips left a trail of needle-like sensation down her flat stomach. He rubbed his face into her glittering cunt-hairs, rubbed his cheeks in them, his chin, forehead. He kissed and sucked the crack of her cunt, seeing her beautiful, pungent-smelling cunt which was soaking wet with her juices. He pushed her pussy-lips together and kissed the long, thin crack. He sucked both cunt-lips simultaneously, then spread them wide and rubbed his face in the hot, pink flesh of her inner pussy. His tongue lapped up the juices while his nose massaged her hard, sultry clit.
"Awwwwww! Oh ... yes!" she screamed in orgasm, expelling more juices from her cunt which Brian immediately lapped up.
His mouth concentrated on the hard little clit while long, bony fingers probed and kneaded the walls of her pussy and then penetrated deep into the musky interior of her pussy-channel.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce moaned, lost in ecstasy. "Oh . . . God ... I love it ... I love it!"
Lying on his stomach between her legs, Brian ate her pussy like a demon, bestowing upon her one orgasm after another.
When all the cream of her cunt had been licked away, he rolled her onto her stomach and started to work on her ass. He massaged and kneaded the muscles of her ass-cheeks while sucking chunks of ass-cheek into his mouth. Then he was kissing and sucking and chewing the inner walls of her ass-cheeks, a fraction of an inch from her oily and shiny pooper. Occasionally he swiped his tongue across her shitter, teasingly, then moved on to new territory around it, his long fingers never ceasing with their twisting and pinching of flesh.
"Oh, Brian, do my asshole. Please do my asshole!" Her voice was almost a sob. "Brian! Brian! You're driving me utterly out of my mind!"
Smiling to himself, he put his mouth to her shitter and licked her asshole. He chewed the puckered flesh while his tongue washed her asshole with saliva. Then he inserted a long thumb and shoved it all the way into the depths of her well-lubricated asshole. Next, he slid his forefinger into her cunt. He rubbed the finger and the thumb together with nothing but the thin wall of sensitive skin between them, driving her hysterical with desire.
A moan came from her mouth in a long slow wail. She was hanging by a thread from the outer limits of sexuality. "Brian . . . Brian . . . Brian ..."
He continued the finger-fucking her sultry holes and chewed the flesh around his thumb till she was on the verge of passing out. Then he scooted up and took her left tit into his mouth and she shoved his left one between her opened lips.
They sucked each other's nipples wildly and nibbled on the hard prick. He slid his right hand between her legs and inserted a long finger into her pussy. She ran a hand between his legs and her fingers encircled his throbbing cock. She jacked him gently while he finger-fucked her cunt, both sucking the other's tit.
She was virtually out of her mind with desire when he got between her legs and pushed them up. He spread them wide and his cock, needing no guidance, eased into the luscious mouth of her pussy.
Slowly, he shoved in the entire length of his prick before stopping.
Bug-eyed and breathing heavily, Joyce stared at him with disbelief, for he was surely the best lover in the world -- the best lover in her world, anyway.
He knew how to fuck, that was for damn sure!
His cock worked slowly, gently, rubbing every inch of the torrid flesh inside her cunt.
Joyce screamed another orgasm, wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him farther into her. Another orgasm immediately assailed her, then still another. And on and on . . .
Chapter Ten
She made a date with Brian for the following week before driving home and taking a shower. She'd intended to remain home for the rest of the day. But the thoughts of Brian would not leave her mind, and an image of him kept flashing in her mind. This kept her pussy wet no matter how often she washed and dried it.
She called Freda several times but the line was busy. Needing to tell someone about Brian, and wanting to find out if Freda had gotten in touch with Al Sears, Joyce dressed into a thin sundress, not bothering to wear panties, and drove to her dear friend's house.
Maybe Freda will give me a fast cunt-licking while I'm here -- to kind of smooth the sharp edges of my lust, she told herself as she pulled into the driveway.
The day had been hot and the night was now sticky. Without knocking, Joyce went inside and into the living room.
Standing at the kitchen sink with his back to her was Freda's husband Bill, attired only in loose-fitting boxer shorts.
He should have been at work!
Oh, hell, today was Saturday!
Joyce's first impulse was to leave before he saw her, but that would be the wrong thing to do.
She coughed. "I'm sorry. "I-I should have knocked."
He faced her, smiling cheerfully, holding a glass of water in hand. "Oh, hi, Joyce. How are you today?"
"Eh, just fine. I just came by to see Freda for a moment. I'll come back later." She turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute," he said, setting the glass on the counter. "You don't have to run off like that. Freda was telling me that you might like to see this -- "
He pulled up the leg of his shorts and the head of his cock appeared, then two inches of it, then the entire thing. Even soft it was a monstrous piece of meat.
It was the thickest cock she'd ever seen -- even thicker than Paul's. She stared at it, somewhat envying Freda. But what the hell, she told herself, they all feel about the same when they're inside me. It was the way a man used it that really mattered. Still, Bill had a gorgeous fuck-tool. She kept staring at it, entranced by its beauty, and watched it grow hard right before her very eyes.
She'd never watched a cock get hard that fast before -- watched it grow from six to eleven inches. It was magic! She watched him stroke it. Then he pushed it first to one side and then to the other. He pushed it down and moved his hand and it jumped back out again, standing at full attention.
"C'mere," he said softly, like a man trying to entice a virgin into no longer being one. "C'mon over. I won't hurt you."
Trance-like, she moved closer.
"Put your hand on it," he coached. "Feel it. You know you want to. It's so hard and hot!"
Not really aware of what was happening, her fingers coiled themselves around the massive piece of fuck-meat. She slid her other fist onto it, and there was still room enough for two more the size of hers. She moved both fists over the length of cock. The head was light purple.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She wanted to but hesitated.
"Go on," he encouraged. "It won't bite back. Kiss it!"
Seized by uncontrollable lust, she sank to the floor on her knees. She put her lips to the head and kissed it. When she withdrew her face, a string of silvery jism stretched from her lips to his cock-head.
"Kiss it again," he said. "Cock loves to be kissed by a pretty lady."
Again she kissed the cock-head. This time her lips kept kissing, then her tongue was licking -- licking away the tiny, clear drops of fluid oozing from the pisshole. Next she held the head in her hand and covered the long shaft from base to hand with soft kisses. Then she kissed the underside.
"Put it in your mouth," he said.
She opened her lips wide and put her mouth over the head and ran her tongue across the pisshole. Then she was sucking the head -- sucking hard. She took in two more inches of fuck-meat and her mouth was full. She sucked the cock-meat in her mouth and rotated her head from side to side with contentment.
"Take it all," he said. "Take it all down your throat."
She looked up at him. "I can't. It's on the wrong angle with my throat to do that. If it was pointed down, I could."
He pulled her up beside him and put his arms around her waist. His lips tasted hers while his hands gathered her skirt into their palms. Next he ran a hand over her bare ass and into the crack at the bottom of her ass where fingers pushed at her pussy.
Joyce's legs felt rubbery. There was an added element to this thrill -- the element being that she was screwing around with her best friend's husband and that the best friend approved wholeheartedly. This though alone was enough to drive her libido to the sky.
Having enough of her hesitation, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the mirrored bedroom. He laid her down on the bed with her head dangling over the side.
"Don't move," he ordered pleasantly. "Your head's in the right position now for swallowing cock."
He'd already slipped from his shorts. He stood before her face, his long, thick cock on an even level with her mouth and throat.
She opened her mouth wide and permitted entry to the wet head of his massive prick. He pushed an inch into her mouth, then another, and soon the head was sliding past her tonsils and down her throat. Then it was all the way in and his hairy balls were dangling in her eyes.
He fucked her mouth softly and gently. He pulled his cock from her throat and let her slurp and suck the head, then pushed it down her gullet again. He did this over and over before his hips picked up speed and he was fucking her mouth the way he'd fuck a cunt -- with long, fast hunches.
After a few minutes in this position, he leaned over her, put his elbows behind her knees and pulled her legs back, placing her creamy and lucid pussy at his mouth. He mashed his face into the bitter-sweet meat of her seething cunt and snaked his tongue around the depths of her beautiful cunt-gash. He caught the hard little nub of her clit between his lips and tantalized it with teeth and mouth while shoving two fingers into her cunt -- all the while his stiff prick fucked her throat with vast determination. .
From around the mammoth fuck-stick down her throat, Joyce murmured as an orgasm rocked her body with its waves and ripples of delight.
Bill could see them both in the mirrors, but she couldn't. Wanting her to see the pictures of themselves, he pulled away and got on the bed between her legs and lifted them high.
Her pussy looked beautiful and alluring and glistened with his saliva and the juices of her cunt.
Bill fucked her with a couple of inches of stiff cock for a minute or so before driving it to the balls.
"Auh!" Joyce said quickly then relaxed in ecstasy as the diamond-hard prick pumped into her wet cunt hard and fast, filling her body with the sensations of lust.
When Bill noticed her staring into the mirrors of the ceiling, he stood straight on his knees and fucked her cunt furiously to give her a better view of themselves in the mirrors.
Entranced, Joyce stared at the picture in the mirrors. His prick looked two feet long! She watched him pull it all out but the head and then ram it into her cunt again. Then he rolled her over and pulled her ass high and fucked her dog-fashion. He drove his cock into her fast and hard and both heard the swish-swash of pussy-juice.
Joyce, on her elbows and her ass high, looked at them both in the mirrors. They showed a clear picture of his gorgeous hunk of fuck-meat tearing the hell out of her cunt with its long, deep hunches and the rhythmic motion of his sexy-looking ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" she exclaimed, thinking she felt the head of his cock in the pit of her stomach. "Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes! Do it to it! Fuck the juices right out of it!"
Then they were on their sides, his stomach to her back, her left leg pushed to her tits, his cock pumping into her hot cunt fast and hard. This picture, too, was a real turn-on and Joyce reached another wailing climax.
Then she was on top of him, bouncing up and down on his bloated prick like a rubber ball. The mirrors at her face afforded the best picture. She saw herself bouncing up and down on his stiff cock, saw her tits bobbing and swaying like crazy. Her hair billowed and cascaded around her head and face.
"I'm going to come pretty soon," he stated. "How do you want it? In your pussy or in your mouth?"
"Come in my face," she suggested. "Let me jack you off till you come in my face and mouth. Get on your knees under my arms."
She stretched out and he got on his knees in the designated position. Grabbing his throbbing prick, she began jacking the slippery thing hard and fast. His hot cock felt good in her hand. Her face was inches from his pisshole. She put one arm over his leg and was able to touch and knead her clit.
"Here it comes!" he wailed.
She, too, felt the inception of orgasm in her groin. She jacked his cock harder and faster and twisted and pinched her clit as the juice began to fly from his slitted pisshole. She slanted his cock upward and was splattered on the nose, cheeks, and chin before a huge gob of thick, warm spunk shot into her opened mouth. Lifting her face more, she touched her tongue to the head of his cock. Semen slid down her tongue and across her tonsils and tastebuds before oozing down her throat. She kept jacking his cock and twisting her clit till the jism stopped flying. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked softly and tenderly till his sac shriveled around empty balls. * * * She was just backing out of the driveway when the blonde returned home. Freda got out of her car and went to her friend who was waiting.
"Hi," she said through the opened window. "Did you and Bill get along real good together?" Her face was radiant and smiling.
Joyce blushed a little. "Fine. We had a real good time."
"I told the stud to fuck you good with that big cock of his, or I'd bite it off! We'll get together soon. Right now I want to rush in and hear about everything you guys did while I was away. Oh, by the way, I called that Al Sears. He's all for a threesome. Said for us to be at his apartment Monday evening about eight."
"Fine. We'll be there."
Chapter Eleven
It was Sunday evening. Joyce had decided to spend the day at home cleaning and doing things around the house which she had neglected -- and to give her cunt a rest, though by seven o'clock it had rested enough and was ready for a good fucking.
Wearing only a skimpy black silk apron that accentuated her suntanned skin and voluptuous ass and tits, and with high-heeled shoes, she proceeded to dust her living-room furniture, sipping from her third glass of Scotch and water. She stretched high to dust the tops of the drapes as her pussy began to twitch and grow wet.
"That's beautiful," said a soft voice from behind her.
Startled, she dropped the duster and swiveled around.
Her husband Tom was there with a horny expression on his handsome face.
Two steps and they were embracing tightly and kissing hungrily. Her head was spinning with sexual anticipation.
After several long kisses without tongue-action, and not bothering to touch her ass, he pushed her back. "Oh, Joyce, darling, let me look at you. You're beautiful . . . absolutely stunning. I've been thinking about you every minute since the day I remembered that I'd forgotten your birthday. Finally I said to hell with this job, I'm going home. But I can only be gone today and tomorrow. So I'm taking off two days."
She looked disappointed, hurt. "Then you've got to leave -- "
"Tomorrow afternoon," he supplied, kissing her again. "And I want you to come with me."
He kissed her again and she slid her hand across his cock. It was maybe a quarter hard.
"You want to make love?" she asked hopefully.
"Later. Right now I -- "
"No! Not later! Right now! I need to be fucked real good with that cock of yours."
He was surprised and somewhat shocked, but allowed her to lead him into the bedroom.
"Get undressed," she said.
Almost hesitantly he began undressing, taking his slow and easy time.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" she asked, sliding out of her apron.
"Yes. It's just that -- well, we've never been so forward about it before."
"It's time for a change. You do love me, don't you, Tommy?"
He was naked. His eight inches had only grown to six. "Love you? Of course I love you. I worship you."
"Then suck my sweaty pussy."
"Huh?" He was flabbergasted to say the least.
"Suck my sweaty cunt," she said, lying back on the bed. "If you really love me like you say you do, get your face between my legs."
He was mortified as he crawled between her widely spread legs. He smelled her pungent cunt and knew that he'd never be able to go through with it. In one fast motion, he slid up and shoved his almost-hard cock to the lips of her musky cunt and drove it all the way into her.
"Tommy!" she squeaked, opening her eyes. "Eat it first! Then you can fuck it!"
"Not right now," he insisted. "I just had lunch on the plane and I don't want to get sick."
She was more hurt than angry.
She moved away from him and stood on the floor, tears forming in her sparkling eyes. Then she began dressing.
"Oh, Joyce, darling," he said. "What's happened to us?"
"You! That's what's happened. You don't love me. I don't think you've ever really loved me."
"Where you going?" he demanded. "To get drunk! And to find someone who doesn't think my pussy will make them sick." "Joyce!" But she was gone!
Chapter Twelve
Joyce didn't want to bother Freda and her husband at this time of night, but it was the only place she could think of going. They would understand . . .
The lights were on. She knocked on the door.
Freda opened it with wide-eyed surprise.
"I didn't want to bother you," Joyce said, her voice fringed with sobs. "But I had to talk to someone who cares about me."
"Oh, Joyce, honey, what's happened to you?
Come in. Come in."
"It's Tom ..." Then Joyce told Freda the entire story.
"Make him sick, huh?" Freda said as if talking to herself. "What he needs is a sexual awakening like you've had."
"Exactly! That's exactly what I was thinking. But how? What can we do?"
"What you should do is go home and get him drunk -- get him so goddamn drunk he can't stand up! Then sit down in his face. Just mash and rub your sweaty, sticky cunt in his face. He might hate you for it right then, but I'll bet you that a week from now when he's working and thinking about it that his cock gets hard."
"Yeahhhh. I believe that'd work," Joyce said with an impish smile. "Tie him up, that's what I should do!"
Freda burst into laughter. "What exactly are you going to do?"
"You mean what are we going to do?" * * * Twenty minutes later it was almost midnight and Joyce was unlocking the front door of her house.
Tom was standing in the center of the living room, naked, his cock soft, a glass of Scotch in hand, a worried expression on his handsome face.
She grabbed the bottle of Scotch and led him into the bedroom, unscrewed the lid, and gave him the bottle. "Drink. Drink till I tell you to stop."
Without a word he raised the bottle and kept swallowing till he started gagging. She went quickly into the kitchen and got him a glass of water and snatched up four cords and returned to him. He stared at the cords and emptied the glass of water in two swallows.
"On the bed," she ordered, and he obeyed immediately, and didn't say a word in protest as she bound his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed.
He was actually grinning as she danced around the room, shedding her clothes and exhibiting her sexy body. Freda was past due . . . Joyce kept on dancing and playing with her tits and running her hands between her legs till she heard the front door open and heard the click of the lock as it closed behind the blonde.
Freda had begun stripping when she walked through the door. She dropped her last piece of clothing on the floor and appeared at the bedroom door naked, a brown shopping bag in hand.
"What the hell ..." Tom began but stopped. He appeared a little perturbed and very bewildered. "Look, I don't know -- what the hell are you doing?"
His wife crawled upon the bed and positioned her sticky, sweaty cunt just inches from his face, silencing him with her juicy, sweaty cunt. He wiggled his head. She scooted up and pressed her ankles into the hollow of his cheeks. She mashed her ripe cunt into his mouth, and this time didn't give him a chance to say anymore.
The blonde had taken a thermos of steaming hot coffee, a cup, and a container of crushed ice from the shopping bag. She poured coffee into the cup and filled her mouth with ice. Then she leaned over Tom's flaccid cock. Joyce kept rubbing the crack of her musky cunt up and down her husband's face -- from his nose to his chin -- smearing his good looks with the cream of her cunt.
The blonde picked up the flaccid cock and shoved it into her mouth, dripping a few drops of icy water onto his balls.
Tom mumbled and was again silenced by his wife's saturated pussy. To his absolute surprise, he realized that his cock was getting hard.
Freda felt the fuck-lump growing -- felt it grow to almost-full capacity within the cold refrigeration of her mouth. Quickly, she swallowed what ice she could and washed the rest down with steaming coffee. She held the coffee and didn't swallow till the beautiful head of his cock touched her lips. Then she took in five inches of fuck-stick.
Encompassed by the hot flesh of a sucking mouth, Tom's cock jumped to full maturity instantly.
The blonde sucked till her mouth cooled, then filled it again, swallowed, and sucked his balls.
Never had Tom known that such beautiful thrills were available.
Joyce continued the cunt-action in his face.
Slowly Tom rubbed his nose into his wife's creamy cunt. Then he kissed it, sucked it, and liked it more and more with each heart beat. Joyce elevated her ass a little to allow him more breathing space, and his tongue and mouth followed her upward. Teasingly, she moved her cunt out of reach. He strained his neck trying to reach it.
"Oh, you're beginning to like it, huh?" Her smile radiated love and happiness.
He returned her smile. "You're something else, darling. And I love you with all my heart and soul. Now get that pussy back to my face before I go nuts with desire."
"Oh no," she announced. "It's Freda's turn now."
"Huh?"
The girls quickly traded places.
Tom stared up at the blonde's pussy. It was pretty, but not as pretty as his wife's. There was more fat around Freda's cunt, and the lips were larger, fatter; the hairs were longer and not as curly. But it was beautiful. And he wanted it in his face.
"Sit down," he said with a grin, "and let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours."
Freda sat down on his face and his tongue went wild with its licking, slurping, and kissing.
Joyce swallowed the mouthful of steaming coffee and drew his cock into her mouth. It was harder than she'd ever known it to be before. She took the entire length down her hot throat and swallowed over and over again to activate the tight ring of her gullet, to give him an enhanced thrill.
Tom was out of his mind with lustful inclinations, and found it impossible to lie still. And soon he was shooting a premature ounce of spunk down his wife's throat while sucking the pussy in his face with enthusiasm.
"Ahhhhh!" Freda moaned and also exploded in orgasm, drenching Tom's handsome face with the delicious juices of her torrid cunt.
Joyce squelched her husband's come around in her mouth before swallowing and, doing so, felt the impact of a terrific orgasm ripping at her mind and body.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she whined, digging fingers into her cunt to prolong the sensations. And she didn't quit sucking. When the orgasm dwindled, she looked up. "I forgot to tell you to hold off about coming, 'cause we're going to suck you and fuck till the break of day -- or until we can't move."
"Oh boy, oh boy," he said enthusiastically. "It'll be four more hours before the crack of dawn."
He returned to the pussy at his face as his wife chewed a mouthful of ice and then swallowed his cock.
And on through the night it went.
The sun's first rays had begun to shine through the window when they untied him and Joyce followed her friend to the front door while Tom trudged into the bathroom to take a shower.
"Don't forget tonight," the blonde said. "What? Oh . . . you mean about going to see Al Sears?" "Right."
"Thanks, Freda. I love you."
"And I love you, honey. Now go to your husband and tell him how much you love him."
Joyce was in bed when Tom came out of the shower drying his naked, handsome body.
"I love you," she said.
"Oh, darling, I love you too. Would it be all right with you if I sucked your pussy while we talk?"
She laughed. "Yes, sweetheart. Suck it all you want to. But why don't we sixty-nine? Then we can both eat while we're talking."
"Splendid idea." He moved into position . . .
She looked at the fuck-stick staring her in the face. It's gorgeous she told herself. Truly the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen.
"Oh, heck," she said, "I was going to take a shower before we started making love again."
"A shower! Don't be absurd! You'd just wash the sugar away." And for the next couple of minutes he kept his rotating face and licking tongue in the crack of her slippery pussy, loving the smell and the taste more and more by the second.
"What time does your plane leave?" she asked, holding his prick in hand and kissing the side.
"At four o'clock. Aren't you coming with me?" He held his breath, afraid of what her answer would be.
"Not now, Tommy. But I'll be there for the twentieth of next month."
"The twentieth? Why then?"
She squeezed his cock then she replied, "Because it's your birthday, dummy."
"Oh, hell, and I'd forgotten all about it! But you didn't." He kissed the inviting pussy. "Darling, it's not going to be easy to get along without you now. I'll be thinking about you every minute of every day. And I bet my cock stays hard all the time."
It was hard now. She sucked it into her mouth. She began thinking about all the cocks she'd sucked lately and grew hornier than she'd been that day. Al's was nice. Paul had a nice one. Jack and Joe had nice cocks and their humor made her happy. As a matter of fact, they'd all been nice, she told herself, sucking her husband's stiff and beautiful prick with uncontrollable desire.
Joyce sucked her husband's cock with new enthusiasm, thinking about taking Freda to Alaska with her so they could both fuck and suck Tom's delicious cock. And with him fucking and sucking Freda he wouldn't have much room to complain about the men she'd fucked, she told herself -- and the ones she'd fuck this coming week.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too, darling," he replied, and stuck his tongue into the pussy at his face.
