It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross-section of America within its confines, thereby maintaining an image unique in this country today. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all men-greed, lust, envy.
WHAT A LIBRARIAN! is a story of every-day, responsible people with common frailties; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your neighborhood. Respectable citizens, yes-but not without the pitfalls and weaknesses seen every day in every city.
This story provides a unique insight into those emotions with which we all must live-a story not without basis in fact.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Joan was dreaming. It was one of those dreams she could almost control, but not quite. One of those dreams where she knew she was dreaming, but was still too deep to wake up. Joan wasn't even sure she wanted to wake up.
In the dream she was walking on a beach, wearing nothing but the skimpiest bikini. She saw an approaching figure, a tanned muscular male with an armload of books. He was naked, and she could see the white skin of his hips where the sun hadn't browned him. Joan looked at his big, swinging cock. It was like the things she'd seen dangling from horses. Except his cock was white.
"Miss Collins?"
"Yes," Joan replied to her dream man.
"I've come to return these books. The library was closed, so I thought I'd just give them to you here."
"But you can't do that," Joan protested.
Suddenly the books had disappeared. As in all dreams, things were happening fast, seemingly without making much sense. The well-tanned male was close to her, putting his arms around her. His huge cock was pointing straight up now, and she grabbed it as if to keep it from touching her. The shaft of his prick almost burned her hand it was so hot. The cockhead pulsed lewdly. The naked beach boy wanted to rub his cock against her naked belly. Looking down, she realized that something had happened to her bikini bottom. She, too, was naked- and the guy was trying to push his cock against her pussy mound.
"No!" Joan screamed, and she came awake.
She moaned, pumping her hips. The sheets had tangled between her thighs and she was rubbing her cunt on the lump of her nightgown. She was coming, and she was too close to stop.
"Uhhhhhh," she panted, her hips lurching as she rolled onto her belly.
Now that she was partly awake, she wanted to regain control of her passions, but the itchy, tingling feeling deep in the slippery folds of her cunt was too pleasurable. She hated herself for enjoying it. She kept pumping her hips anyway. Her hands slipped down to find her damp pussy slit. With trembling fingers, she began to touch herself. Her clit rose against the gentle rolling caress.
"Ohhhhh, damn!" she whimpered, flopping and jerking as she rolled onto her back and drew her knees up.
Her pussy opened, its fleshy folds parting to reveal the dainty pink surface and the glistening opening. Using two fingers, Joan began to finger-fuck. Her cunt muscles contracted suddenly around her knuckles, and she kicked her long legs high in the air.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh!" she cried, coming hard.
As she came, she remembered the last part of her dream. That was what had started her climax. When the beach boy's cock had touched her, it had begun to spurt something white and hot and sticky.
"Cum!" she gasped, her fingers fucking frantically in the dripping heat of her pussy. "Lots of thick, hot cum!"
She was on her back again, her heels pounding the mattress. Her slim hips jerked up and down as she pumped her pussy against her fingers. Her breathing was tight and rapid, and her tits rose and fell as she tried to get more air. Her nipples were hard bumps that seemed charged with electricity. When she touched one nipple, another jolt of pleasure shot through her body.
"Whhuuuhh," she moaned, quivering hard.
She caressed herself a few more times, then pulled her slippery fingers out of her cunt hole and smelled them. She was suddenly overcome with guilt. She'd played with herself, giving herself pleasure. Something a nice girl never did. That was what her mother had always told her, anyhow.
Joan made herself get up and hurry to the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet to piss, she wondered if there was something wrong with her. She was twenty-two years old, without a boyfriend or a husband, and having erotic dreams that disturbed and excited her. She couldn't say that her dream had been normal. She didn't even own a bikini, and she hardly ever went walking on the beach. She didn't know any beach boys, nor did she want to meet any. She had a good job and a nice apartment. There was enough excitement in her life just running the library. Sure, it was a branch library and not all that big, but it was quite a responsibility. When she did need a little recreation, she didn't go to beaches. She went to an art movie or to a play or the symphony.
"It was almost as if that dream belonged to someone else," Joan said to her mirrored reflection.
Her pale-blue eyes were curious, looking back from a cute oval face. Her short, light-brown hair curled behind her delicate ears and lay in wisps at the nape of her long graceful neck. Her good looks frightened her in a way she'd never been able to explain. Beauty had a way of inviting trouble, she often thought. People looked at her. Men looked at her.
Joan turned on the shower and let the water stream hot and hard against her shoulders. She could still feel her cunt convulsing every so often. The spasms of pleasure had been powerful, too powerful to control. Yet Joan liked control. She wanted her life to be in control. She just wanted to be able to predict what would happen to her from day to day. That dream had been frightening because it had been unpredictable and out of character for her. She could still remember the way the beach boy's big cock had looked. So thick and white, and so stiff!
"Cock," Joan said aloud, enjoying the echo of her words in the tiled shower. "Big, white cock."
Again, she felt ashamed. She grabbed the soap and lathered her shoulders, rubbing her shaven armpits and her tits, spreading the lather down between her thighs. As she soaped her cunt slit, that hungry feeling returned. Joan realized that if she kept fooling with her pussy, she would probably come again. Quickly, she took her fingers out of her cunt and turned the hot water off. The cold spray was a self-inflicted punishment, and she felt the heat of passion drained away as she shivered. At last she could take no more and jumped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her long, lanky body.
Thirty minutes later, Joan was ready to go to work. She had on a plain pleated skirt, a white silk blouse and a tweed business jacket. Her low-cut shoes were pretty but no-nonsense. She had added only a tiny bit of lipstick and the faintest smear of eye shadow. She put on her glasses and picked up her briefcase. No more foolish dreams. It was time to return to the real world.
Joan should have known it was going to be one-of-those-days when she parked her four-year-old Volkswagen in the space provided for her and headed for the door of the library. Anita's car was nowhere in the lot. Anita had been hired as her assistant by the main library and it was her job to arrive early and turn on the computers. Out of five mornings, Anita had been late for four of them.
Joan used her own key and turned on the lights. With the computer screens lit up and the coffee machine heating, Joan checked some papers on her desk. It was ten after when she heard the quick shuffle of her new assistant.
"Sorry I'm late," Anita blurted, "but I didn't sleep much last night." She gave Joan a big grin. "Got a new boyfriend."
When Joan had recovered from the momentary shock, she frowned. "Boyfriends aren't accepted as excuses for being late to work."
Anita patted her long blonde hair and gave Joan an apologetic look. "I know. But this guy just couldn't get enough." Anita bit her lip. "Actually, I couldn't either. He's really gorgeous and he's a terrific lay and ..."
"Anita, I find it very distracting to hear the details of your personal life," Joan snapped. "I don't think that this is the time or place for you to go on about what happened in your bedroom last night."
"It didn't all happen in the bedroom. We were on the couch first." Anita giggled. "Jimmy didn't want to bother getting up once we'd started licking ..."
"Anita!"
"Sorry."
Anita sat down at her computer and keyed the memory to print out all overdue notices for that day. Joan watched her, thinking how strange it was that they were so close together in age, yet so different in manner. Anita had just turned twenty, but to Joan she seemed juvenile. Even a little delinquent. Her attitude about sex was so off-handed that Joan wondered how the pretty blonde had kept from getting pregnant. Anita seemed the sort of woman who scratched whatever itch she might have, anytime she had it. Joan thought she might be a nymphomaniac.
"Hmmmm, this looks like an interesting title," Anita said, squinting at the computer screen. "Aboriginal Sex."
"It's overdue?" Joan asked.
"Yeah, somebody's getting a cheap thrill. Wonder if it has any pictures. I'll bet some of those bushmen have big ... "
"Anita, for god's sake! What if someone heard you?"
"There's nobody around but that old lady who just came in. She's looking at murder mysteries, wouldn't you know." For a while, Anita worked quietly, keying the envelopes to be printed and making sure everything was feeding correctly.
"Don't you ever think of cocks?" Anita asked suddenly.
Joan turned but could hardly look into the girl's green eyes.
"Cock?"
"Yeah," Anita laughed. "Those big, hot things that hang from a man's crotch. You must think of them sometimes."
"No. I don't.' Joan knew she was blushing. She turned to the papers on her desk again but couldn't bring them into focus.
"You're really pretty," Anita went on. "Surely some guy has hit on you."
"Hit on me?"
"Made a pass. Tried to grab you. Tried to get into your pants."
"Anita, I'm not enjoying this conversation."
Anita got up and came to stand beside Joan. Her faded denims fit her body snugly and her big, soft tits pushed out her green sweater. Joan could even see her nipples and realized that the girl wore no bra. Anita stopped chewing her gum.
"Maybe you don't like men."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." Anita began to chew her gum again. "Nothing at all."
She went back to her computer, her rounded ass swaying. When Joan was breathing regularly again, she got up from her desk and hurried to the restroom. She took off her glasses and patted cold water on her cheeks. She was flushed and dizzy and her panties were damp with cunt juice. She was confused and upset.
When Joan returned to her desk, Anita was gone. The printer had reached the end of its cycle and shut off and, though Joan could have keyed in the next command, she didn't. That was Anita's job, and the girl had to learn some responsibility. Joan went to look in the upstairs stacks first and then hurried down to the basement to see if her assistant was taking a break there.
"Where did she go?" Joan growled, beginning to get angry now.
The only place left would be one of the microfilm viewing- rooms. They were small cubicles at the north end of the lower level, each with its own door. Joan found the first two empty and had just entered the third when she heard Anita's voice. The girl was in the cubicle adjoining the one Joan was in-and she wasn't alone. A muted conversation came through the small air vent above Joan's head. Joan frowned. The booths were barely large enough for one person, much less two. Why would Anita be inside the next cubicle with another person?
"Ohhhhh!" came a sigh. "Do that again, Jimmy."
Joan would have left the booth she was in and yanked open the door of the next one, but something stopped her. She told herself that it was her duty to know what was going on before she acted. Satisfied that this was reason enough to eavesdrop, she climbed up onto the chair and pressed her face against the grate. What she saw made her close her eyes and take a deep breath. She was trembling, shocked by what she'd seen. But she managed to open her eyes again and peer through the narrow louvers.
Anita was sitting on the projector table. She was naked from the waist down, her jeans and panties draped neatly over the chair back. A young man with dark hair and a gray sweater was on his knees in front of Anita. Anita was perched forward on the table so that the young man could put his mouth against her cunt.
He was licking her cunt.
He was doing it slowly as if he enjoyed it. Anita was certainly enjoying it. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed. She was licking her lips slowly, letting her pink tongue slide back and forth across her wide mouth. A slurping sound came from her cunt as the young man wallowed his mouth deeper into her glistening pink pussy folds.
"Oh, goddamn, that's good! Ohhhh, Jimmy, you're really the best!"
Joan squeezed her thighs together and felt her cunt juices ooze out into the crotch-band of her panties. Her nipples had gotten firm and hot under the cups of her bra. She was panting quietly and her heart pounded. She couldn't allow this to continue. Not in her library! Not with her own assistant! It was the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen. But when she'd regained a little composure, she put her eyes to the grate again.
"You suck me," Jimmy whispered, standing up.
He undid his belt and opened his jeans. Anita went to her knees before him and grabbed his griefs at the waistband. Gently, she tugged them down until Jimmy's cock sprang up big and hard and stiff. Joan had to stifle a sigh when she saw how big his prick was. She'd never seen a man naked before, never seen what an erect cock looked like. Joan swallowed hard, remembering the oversized cock she'd dreamed about. Jimmy's swollen prick was at least as big. Anita squeezed the youth's cock with both hands.
"Oh, Christ! What a hunk of meat!"
"It's all yours," Jimmy panted, rocking his hips.
"You almost choked me last night," Anita sighed, petting the cockhead with her fingertips. "So I'm gonna tease you first. Make sure you'll behave."
"Hurry up, Anita! I'm about to come, just thinking of your tongue."
Anita let her pink tongue slide forward under the plump lobes of Jimmy's prick-tip as she forced his foreskin back. Joan saw the glistening flesh of his cock-knob exposed, saw Anita's tongue licking the surface.
"Ohhhh, yeah," Jimmy groaned, trying to grab Anita's head.
But the girl shook him off and kept licking slowly. The pulsing prickhead swelled larger. Then Anita formed her lips into a plush O and slid them over Jimmy's cocktip. He growled with pleasure.
"Suck it good, Anita!"
There was a soft, wet sound as her lips slid forward and back on the boy's cockshaft. Spit leaked down Anita's chin. Her tongue wallowed hungrily against the hard, hot cockmeat in her mouth.
Joan pressed her thighs tightly together and rocked her hips. The lips of her pussy rubbed against each other and caressed her clit. She felt the tiny pink bead grow thicker and longer and push out from its fleshy hood. Joan sighed, wishing she could make herself get down off the chair and go jerk open the door of the next cubicle. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from that air vent.
Anita was moving forward and back rhythmically now, her soft full lips riding over the bumps of Jimmy's cock. Whenever she pulled back, there was a sucking sound and her throat worked as she nursed the hard cockmeat. Joan could hardly believe the girl could take so much cock so deep. It had to be going into her throat.
Anita moaned, gagging. Then she pulled her mouth free of him.
"Sorry," Jimmy said. "I got carried away."
"If you don't force it, I can take it pretty deep. Just let me do it."
"Hard to keep still." - "Yeah, I know. You poor darling. You want to fill my mouth with your yummy cream, don't you?"
"I sure do."
"Maybe I want you to screw me first," Anita teased. "While you're nice and hard."
"You could get me hard again, after I come in your mouth."
"I don't have time to get you hard again," Anita protested. "Miss Prude has probably missed me already. She'll be looking for me pretty soon."
Jimmy laughed. "You know what your boss needs? A good stiff cock."
Joan bit her lip. She certainly didn't need a good stiff cock! She needed . . . well, she wasn't sure what she needed, but that egotistical young stud didn't know, either. She peeked through the vent again as Anita held Jimmy's cock straight up like a lollipop and began to lap at his cocktip again.
"Jesus! If you keep doing that, I'm gonna shoot!"
"Well, we don't have time to fuck, anyway. So give me your handkerchief, and I'll keep licking."
"Damn," Jimmy groaned, jerking his hanky out and tossing it at Anita. "Ohhhhh, god-damn!"
Anita wrapped the red bandana around her boyfriend's cockshaft and sucked his cockhead between her lips She mauled the tender, swollen prick-knob with her teeth and tongue, her spit dripping steadily from her chin now. Joan could hardly bear to watch. Her cunt ached with need, making her feel more guilty than ever. She had a maddening desire to touch herself, to rub her swollen cuntlips, to gouge between the tender lips of her pussy and find her clit.
"Why don't they stop before something terrible happens?" she breathed to herself.
Anita's head turned and bobbed as she licked, a bit and sucked the head of Jimmy's swollen cock. She wasn't taking his cock deep now, just working on his tender cocktip. Saliva ran down over her fingers as she jacked on his prick.
"Ohhhh, baby, here it comes! Ohhhh, shit, it's gonna be a load, too!"
Joan thought of looking away or leaving the booth and hurrying back upstairs. But she didn't move. Instead, she slipped a hand down under her prim skirt and touched the wet crotch-band of her panties. Her pussy juices had soaked the sheer silk and her own musky scent wafted up to her nostrils. She caressed the plump lips of her pussy. Then, with a soft moan, she pushed a finger under the elastic and dug frantically between her slippery cunt folds. Her back arched as she petted her pussy. A slippery, slushy sound mingled with her heavy breathing.
"Ohhhh!" Joan whimpered. "He's going to come in her mouth!"
CHAPTER TWO
Anita held Jimmy's prick with both hands as her mouth covered his prick-knob, then popped free so she could run her tongue up and down the little tube that ran along the under-side. Joan watched with fascination, knowing that the young man was about to come. He was twisting and squirming where he stood, his eyes glazed, his mouth slack. He half leaned, half sat against the projector table as Anita's hungry mouth grew even more ravenous. She was sucking in a wild frenzy, intent on finishing him off quickly.
"Big beautiful cock," she sighed, popping his cockhead into her mouth again. Her cheeks dimpled in as she sucked hard. When she pulled her mouth away, a white droplet formed suddenly at the tip of Jimmy's cock. "Yes, baby, come slow and hard."
"Ghhhahaaaa!" Jimmy cried, his face red.
Anita ran her tongue gingerly around his cocktip and caressed the swollen lobes underneath. Then she slid her circled lips over his drip-ping pricktip and sucked rhythmically. Jimmy made a choking sound and clutched at her hair. Anita smiled as she sucked, and Joan could hear the sound of her swallowing. But Jimmy was coming too hard for her to get it all down. A droplet of white cum formed at Anita's left nostril and then dripped down her upper lip.
"Suck me baby," Jimmy panted, his hips thrusting.
Anita let him fuck deep into her throat before pulling back again. When she eased her lips free of his cock, another spurt of jism jumped up a foot. She got his cock in her mouth again and her tongue stroked forward and back. Cum oozed over her bottom Lip as Jimmy's cock gushed again. After a few more seconds, Anita's chin was glossy with his cock cream.
"Ohhhh, yeah, it's a good long one," Jimmy moaned, his strong hips moving in and out.
"Mmmmmuuuhhhh," Anita moaned, still sucking.
Joan had gotten so hot that her pussy juice was dripping down the inside of one thigh and her clit pulsed like a time bomb against her middle finger. When she looked through the vent again, Anita had taken Jimmy's cock out of her mouth and was jerking it with her right hand. One last spurt of cum boiled out and Jimmy seemed to relax all over. After a moment, he pulled up his pants while Anita wiped her mouth with his handkerchief. The strong scent that came through the vent was strange to Joan, but she knew what it was. She knew what cum smelled like now.
"I'd better get back to work," Anita told her boyfriend. "But what I really need is a good hard fuck."
"Can't help you out at the moment," Jimmy laughed. "But your turn will come."
"Damned well better come pretty soon."
Jimmy tickled her. "You're greedy, you know that? I got you off twice this morning before we even ate breakfast."
"The more I come, the more coming I want."
Jimmy held Anita in his arms and kissed her for a long time. Joan had to turn her face away from the vent. Shakily, she got down from the chair and wiped her wet fingers on the hem of her skirt. When she heard the door shut in the next cubicle, she waited another few moments before peeking out. Anita and her boyfriend were gone.
As soon as Joan had gone back upstairs and made sure Anita was back at her desk, she hurried over.
"I've been looking all over the place for you," she scolded. "The next time you need to leave your desk that long, you'd better let me know."
"Sorry, Miss Collins."
Joan wanted to say something about Jimmy coming to visit while Anita was at work, but knew that any mention of him would give away her secret. She couldn't bear the thought of Anita or anyone else finding out she'd spied on them while they'd done those awful things downstairs.
Because of that unexpected beginning, the rest of the day got to Joan more than usual. She had a splitting headache a good hour before it was time to close up.
As soon as she got home and locked the door behind her, Joan kicked off her shoes and went rummaging in the kitchen for the port she usually reserved for cooking. She poured herself a water glass full and sat on the sofa to unwind. She was a little surprised at herself. She hardly ever drank. But this was an exception. She felt there was a tightly wound spring inside her. If she didn't relieve the tension, she was going to explode. By the time she'd drunk half the wine, she thought of another way to unwind.
"No, I can't let myself get into the habit of ... " Joan couldn't even say the word.
But her body didn't need words. It needed touching. She undid her skirt and tossed it aside. Then her blouse and bra. Finally, she took off her panties. They were so wet that they clung to the heavy, hot lips of her pussy. She had to peel them away, and the musky scent that hit her nostrils weakened her resolve to be a good girl.
"I should go jump in a cold shower," she said aloud.
But she lifted the glass of wine instead and drank the rest of it down quickly.
Joan went to her bathroom and searched until she found a shampoo bottle that looked about the right size. It was skinnier in the middle than at the ends, and smoothly rounded. Breathing hard now, she took it back to the sofa, cocked one leg up and began to rub her pussy with it. Gently, a little at a time, Joan eased the bottle into her cunt hole. The sudden thrill she experienced was even better than she'd expected. She had never made love to a man in her life, though her cherry had been broken while she was just a child. One of those accidents she didn't even remember.
"Ohhhhh, God," Joan moaned, thinking of the bottle as a cock.
She pushed the bottle a little deeper and her muscles tightened around the skinny part. A fluttery excitement made Joan pant faster. Radiant thrills moved out over her belly and down her thighs. Her cunt throbbed for more. Using both hands, she forced the shampoo bottle a little deeper. The convulsions were stronger now, moving through her in waves. She pulled the bottle back and shoved it in hard. Pulled back and shoved in. Her cunt made a slurpy sound as she fucked herself like that. Her scent was strong. Her nipples bulged fat and hard on her tits. Her belly heaved with her growing excitement.
"Ohhhhh, what's making me do this?" she whimpered, feeling naughty but not finding the will to stop.
The friction of the bottle fucking in and out of her tight cunt made her suck quick breaths and rock her hips. Her heels dug at the sofa cushions and she tossed her head from side to side as she fucked herself faster.
"I hate myself," she whined, pumping her ass furiously now.
A line of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth as the exhilarating pleasure built fast. Her clit was pulsing. Her nipples burned. The puffy, glistening lips of her pussy clung tightly to the slippery bottle as she fucked herself.
"Gonna come," she gasped, feeling that maddening tickle become the itch she could never scratch enough. Her back arched sharply. Then she thrashed in a violent frenzy as her orgasm swept through her.
"Ohhhh . . . ouch . . . yesssss!"
For a moment, the pleasure was so intense that Joan lost consciousness. In seconds she was awake again, the flaming lust still jolting through her. She squirmed, rolling onto her belly, then onto her back again. Her cunt was squeezing the shampoo bottle so tightly that she couldn't pull it out of her body. At last, she quit trying and let go and trembled as the ecstasy became mere bliss again.
"Oh, God! That was good! Why is something so good so wrong?"
Panting, exhausted, Joan lay on her back, her head hanging off the sofa. After a long while, she reached down to touch the capped end of the shampoo bottle in her cunt. It still wouldn't budge. She was becoming a little frightened now.
It wasn't easy to walk with the bottle pushed up inside her pussy, so she took it slow. Turning on the shower, she moved under the hot water and let the spray relax her muscles. After a few moments, she felt her pussy relaxing. Gently, she worked the bottle out of her pussy and put it back on the shelf. Joan couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she'd actually been fucking with a man. Would her pussy have grabbed a real cock as tightly as it had that bottle? Not that it mattered. As far as she was concerned, having sexual relations with a man was uncivilized.
"You've been a naughty girl," she said to herself in the mirror.
Her lips seemed fuller than usual and there was something in her expression she had never noticed before. Was she turning into some kind of sex fiend?
The doorbell made her jump.
She pulled on a robe and ran to the door. When she opened it a crack to peek out, she was surprised to see Anita standing there, a suitcase in one hand and a knapsack over her shoulder.
"Hi, Joan. Sorry to bother you-but I've got a problem. Could I come in a second?"
Joan let her in and locked the door again.
"What's wrong?"
"When I got home after work, my landlord had put me out of my room. Says I've been partying too much or something." Anita looked around Joan's apartment. "The rest of my stuff is in Jimmy's truck. He loaned it to me until I can find a place to stay."
"Why can't you stay with Jimmy?"
"He lives with his mom, so that wouldn't be too cool." Anita took her coat off and tossed it over the back of a chair. "Nice place you got here."
"If you've got any ideas about crashing here, forget them."
"Oh Joan, I'd be real good, honest I would. I know you don't think much of my lifestyle, but I wouldn't be doing anything but taking up a bed and eating a little food. I'll be glad to pay some rent of course. And I'll keep your apart-ment clean. Give me a chance, Joan. You won't be sorry."
Joan took a breath and let it out. She couldn't say no after Anita's sob story. Nobody could.
"I guess it'll be okay. But just for a few days."
Anita jumped up and down, then threw her arms around Joan and hugged her so tight it hurt. "Thanks." She dug deep in a pocket of her jeans. "Here's twenty to help out. I'll bring some groceries tomorrow. Where's my bed-room? You got anything to drink around here?"
That night, when Joan had taken a book to bed, Anita came into the bedroom with a bottle of beer. She wasn't drunk, but Joan could tell she was slightly sloshed. Her short gown barely covered her full, rounded ass, and Joan could see her dark cunt curls when she flopped down beside her.
"Don't you like your room?"
"It's beautiful, but I was wondering if you'd mind me sleeping with you. It's a thing with me. Never been able to sleep alone."
"You're joking." Joan put her book down and looked at the pretty brunette.
"No kidding, I've got to know that there's another human close by. Otherwise I just go bananas." Anita cocked her hips. "Seeing that this is a king-size bed, I didn't think you'd mind."
"We'll try it tonight," Joan said, hoping that Anita would soon find a place of her own.
"You know, you're pretty darned nice. Even if you are a goody-two-shoes."
Joan laughed. "I guess that was a compliment."
Joan had turned off the lights and was about to doze into a dream when she became aware of something different. Something she wasn't used to. A warm, smooth body against hers. Hot lips, wet on her shoulder.
"Anita?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all. You're nice and cuddly."
Joan felt another kiss, this time on her neck.
"Anita, I don't think I Like ... " Her words were smothered by Anita's kiss..
The full, soft wetness of Anita's lips shocked Joan, and for a moment she couldn't think what to do. Anita slipped an arm around her neck and eased her body up so that she was on top. A thigh went between Joan's legs, wedging them apart. Anita's tongue flicked between her teeth. Still in shock, Joan also felt something else-a thrilling pleasure she couldn't ignore.
"No . . . don't do that."
"Don't you Like it?" Anita asked.
"I ... I don't ..."
"Let me touch you."
Before Joan could stop Anita's hand, she felt a warm finger sliding between the lips of her cunt. It made her whimper and arch her back. She tugged weakly at her friend's wrist, then let go.
"I knew you'd Like it. You do this to yourself, don't you? So why not let someone else do it for you?"
"You shouldn't ... we shouldn't ..."
"Shhhh. Just let me make you feel good. You're doing me a big favor putting me up for a few nights. The least I can do is ... "
Anita kissed one of Joan's small tits, then the other. Gingerly, she sucked a nipple between her lips and began to fan it with her tongue. Joan tried to push the girl's head back, but her strength had gone. She was weak with lust. She was trembling with desire and didn't know how to turn off the switch.
"Oh, God! Your mouth is so hot. I never felt anything like that in my life."
"No guy has ever sucked your titties?"
Joan shook her head. "Never. I wouldn't let anyone do that."
"Why not?" Anita sucked the other nipple into her mouth and began to nibble it gingerly.
"I . . . don't know why, but . . . ohhhhh, God."
Anita had begun to finger-fuck Joan harder and deeper. Joan could feel her clit being rubbed and feel fingers going up inside her pussy. She rocked her hips, excited by Anita's weight on her. When the blonde beauty reached up to get something from under her pillow, Joan wished she had her glasses.
"What's that?"
"Nothing to worry about."
Anita kissed her chin. Then there was a soft click and Joan heard something humming. The next thing she felt was like nothing she'd ever imagined. The tip of something was pressed against her cunt. The thing was smoothly rounded and vibrating so fast that a shiver of pleasure went all the way down to her toes.
"What's that?"
"Just my trusty vibrator. I thought you might like it."
Joan felt dirty. But her body responded hungrily. Her cunt swelled fuller and her ass began to plunge and dance against the bed.
"You're really heating up now. I can smell you, and you smell good."
"You'd better stop."
"No, not yet, anyway. Not until I have you begging for it."
"Oh, don't do that!" Joan tried to grab Anita's wrist again, but before she could, the smoothly rounded tip of the vibrator had slipped into her cunt hole. The buzzing sound was muffled now, and Joan felt the pleasurable sen-sations spread in waves up through her belly and down her thighs.
"Uhhhhh," Joan sighed, digging her long nails into Anita's shoulders. The pretty brunette kissed her neck and licked her ears as she fucked the vibrator in and out of Joan's pussy with a gentle rhythm.
"Kind of like getting fucked," Anita whispered. "You ever been really fucked?"
"No."
"I'm not surprised. You look like the type that's scared shitless of a cock."
"You're not?"
"I think cocks are beautiful."
"Ohhhhhh!" Joan whimpered. "Don't put it in so deep!"
"Doesn't that feel glorious?"
Joan moaned, opening her thighs without really wanting to. The hard, trembling shaft of plastic was sliding up into her pussy, deeper than she'd ever been able to reach with her fingers. Deeper even than she'd been with the shampoo bottle. Her cunt muscles tightened around the base of the vibrator, sucking hungrily at Anita's fingers.
"Wow, you've really got control!"
"I didn't mean to do that," Joan gasped. "I can't help it."
"That would really wipe a man out. If he hadn't come yet, your pussy would suck it out of him quick." Anita tugged at the vibrator. "I can't even get it out."
"Uhhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh," Joan moaned, pumping her slim hips faster.
Anita was on top of her, squirming around and kissing her all over. She felt the girl's mouth on her neck and shoulder, then on her tit. She felt Anita's hands smoothing and caressing her feverish flesh.
"You're so hot you don't know what you're doing," Anita laughed, pushing her tongue deep into Joan's mouth.
Instead of trying to avoid the kiss, Joan sucked the girl's tongue deeply as she moaned through flared nostrils.
"Ohhhh, you're fucking me!"
"Yes! It's fun, isn't it?"
"Ohhhh, my clit is all swelled up. It's itching so bad."
"Then let me scratch."
Anita pushed the tip of the vibrator against Joan's clit and moved it in slow circles. Joan arched her back and her head flopped from side to side. Her long nails made red lines across Anita's back. When she opened her mouth to scream, Anita filled it with tongue.
"You . . . mmmmhhuuuu!"
Joan was so excited she no longer cared what Anita was doing. Even when the horny girl slid lower and kissed Joan's belly, she was too far gone to worry. Then she felt a tongue against her clit as the vibrator kept fucking in and out of her tight pussy. The sensation was voluptuous and overpowering. Fluttery thrills made her buck and jerk on the bed. She grabbed Anita's hair and wallowed her cunt back and forth against the girl's face as the vibrator kept fucking her.
"Ohhhhh . . . stop it or I'm going to die of pleasure!"
"That's the good part," Anita whispered, giving the vibrator a shove. "You'll live to do a lot more of this."
In her excited spasm, Joan rolled Anita off of her and struggled to her hands and knees. The vibrator was still in her pussy, the base sticking out from behind. Anita grabbed it and began to fuck Joan hard and fast. The humming, quivering shaft fucked into her cunt with a wet sound. When Anita pulled it back, Joan's pink, slick cunt flesh sucked at the smooth plastic.
"Ahhhhhh!" Joan cried as the first tremor of ecstasy cut through her.
She was coming and coming hard. Her pussy ached with the pleasure. Her arms gave and she let her head and shoulders collapse against the pillow. Her ass stuck up proud and high as Anita held the vibrator with both hands and fucked it in and out of Joan's feverish pussy. Juice dripped down to coat her knuckles as Joan spasmed again, her cunt muscles tightening around the thick, buzzing thing that was fucking her.
"Coming . . . coming . . , coming ..." she panted, her back arching and humping, her hips lurching from side to side.
With a final convulsion of passion, Joan fell sideways and lay twitching. She felt Anita gently withdraw the vibrator from her creamy cunt. For a second or two, the thing buzzed louder, and then it became muffled again. Looking up, Joan saw Anita squatting over the cock-like thing, fucking her cunt down on it.
"Ohhhhh that's better. My cunt was really starting to ache for some action." Wiggling her smoothly rounded hips, she sank down a few more inches. The vibrator's hum now came from the soft, wet depths of her pussy.
"If you feel like it," Anita said softly, "you could do a few things for me, too."
Joan tried to make her mind work. "I don't know whether I should."
But she reached out to touch Anita's thigh.
CHAPTER THREE
It felt strange to be touching another woman Like that. To let her palm slide up Anita's leg and hip. To feel the sweeping soft curves of her body. Female curves. But nice curves, just the same. Something was blurring in Joan's mind. Something was letting her passion set the rules now. Even if she knew it was wrong. Even if she felt naughty and wicked later.
"You've got such a plush, soft body," Joan heard herself say. "I love to lay my head against your breasts. They're like pillows."
"Kiss my nipples."
"I couldn't . . . I've never ..."
"Go on. Do it."
The stiff, warm nub felt odd against Joan's Ups. But she kissed it and then let her tongue wash it with hot spit. She dared to suck it deeper and her tongue sucked harder. Anita's back arched and a shudder of excitement went through her body. Joan was excited that she'd caused that reaction. She sucked again, pulling more of Anita's tit flesh between her teeth. Anita panted hard and dug her fingers into the back of Joan's shoulders.
"Darling," the blonde sighed. "Oooooh, don't stop."
Joan found her friend's other nipple, mauled it with her tongue, then sucked it deep. Anita pumped her hips faster. Joan felt Anita's fingers go around her wrist, felt her hand being guided down to Anita's cunt. She touched the base of the vibrator. It stuck out of Anita's cunt a couple of inches. Joan pulled it out a few more inches before fucking it deep again. Anita shuddered with pleasure and sank her teeth into Joan's shoulder.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhh!" she panted, pumping her cunt against the penetrating vibrator.
Joan got into the rhythm, shoving in then quickly pulling out again. The slurpy suction of Anita's cunt excited her. She wondered how it would feel to a man.
"Give it to me good," Anita whined, wriggling Like a wildcat.
She was on her back with her thighs parted, her heels tucked against her ass cheeks. The swollen, blossomed flesh of her pussy was right there for Joan to see, and she couldn't look away. She'd never paid much attention to her own body, but now she was fascinated at the way Anita's pink cunt flesh clung to the plastic shaft of the vibrator as she forced it up into her hot fuck-hole.
"Ohhhh, shit, that's good. Do it faster, Joan. Faster!"
Joan shoved and jerked at the vibrator as Anita's cunt juices leaked down over her fingers.
She could smell the musky scent of hot pussy as Anita grew more and more excited. But then Joan's guilt surged back. She realized what she was doing. She imagined how she must look sprawled on the bed with another woman, her hand grasping a vibrator.
"I can't go on," Joan sobbed, and she rolled away.
She staggered to her feet and fled to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and got under the cold spray. The cold needles across her shoulders were like a punishment. But could she ever atone for the wicked things she'd let Anita talk her into?
Joan stayed under the cold spray as long as she could stand it, then turned it off and pulled a towel around her body. There was a soft tap on the bathroom door. When she opened it, Anita stood there with a glass of wine in her hand.
"I brought you this. It was some port I found in your kitchen. Drink it down and it'll make you less tense."
"Maybe I should be tense. Maybe I shouldn't ever relax again."
Joan began to cry again. Anita led her to the bed and made her sit down. Then she handed her the glass and waited until she'd drunk some of it.
"It was my fault. I thought you were ready."
Anita's green eyes were soft and kind. "I wouldn't ever make you do anything you really didn't want to do."
"I know that. If I hadn't been so weak, I wouldn't have . . . ' Joan drank another slug of wine.
"You didn't do anything you should feel guilty for." Anita patted her shoulder. "But we'll talk about that some other time. Mean-while, I want you to drink that wine and get some rest. I have something in my purse you should take."
"What's that?" Joan asked when Anita returned and dropped a tiny pill into her palm.
"A very mild tranquilizer. It won't hurt you."
"With the wine?"
"I said it was mild. One glass of wine won't cause you any problems. Go ahead, wash it down."
Joan did as she was told. The wine was already spreading a warm, comfortable glow through her blood, and after another few minutes she thought she could feel the tranquilizer, too. Anita tucked her in and pulled the covers up over her shoulder.
"There, you'll be fine in the morning."
"I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself," Joan said. "I guess I'm just not into the kind of things you do."
Anita bent down to kiss her. Joan closed her eyes. As she began to drift off, she thought she heard Anita talking to someone on the phone. Then the bedroom door was closed and she heard nothing else. She slept ...
Joan didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the voices. At first, she'd thought she was dreaming. But as her consciousness surfaced out of the heavy fog the tranquilizer had put her in, she realized that what she heard was real. She heard Anita whispering to someone, and someone whispering back.
"You sure she's knocked out?" a male voice asked.
"Should be." There was the sound of a kiss. "Just don't get too excited. Can't you fuck me without breaking the bed down?"
"Ohhhh, baby! Your pussy is so slick I just can't stop moving. It's nice and tight around my cock."
Joan was fully awake now, her breath held so she could hear what Anita would say next.
"Ohhhhh, Jimmy, hold it deep. Yeah, now move it just a little. Huuuhhhh, that rubs my clit so nice!"
"Give me your tongue to suck," Jimmy panted.
Joan listened for a while to the sounds of wet mouths together. She could hear something else too, a slick sound of hard cock fucking in and out of tight pussy. Anita's tight pussy.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy, you're fucking me good! Ohhh, that's it! Now, real slow. Ohhhh, shit, I'm gonna come!"
"Don't holler," he warned.
"I ... I won't ... I'll bite my tongue!"
"Get it baby. I've got it all the way inside you."
"Ohhhh, honey! Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!"
Joan held her breath as the two tangled figures thrashed gently next to her. Then she heard Anita let out a long breath. With a shuddering sigh, the girl went limp. Jimmy quit moving his ass.
"You didn't come, did you Jimmy?" Anita asked her lover.
"No, I've still got a load."
"Want me to take it in the mouth?"
"How about doggy-style?"
"Mmmmmm, that'd be fun."
Anita got onto her hands and knees and Jimmy mounted her from behind. Joan opened one eye to watch. Even in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, she could clearly see the heavy shadow of Jimmy's cock. It was huge! His prick looked even bigger than she remembered. His cock glistened with Anita's pussy juice and as he moved closer, his heavy balls swung forward and back.
The sound of Jimmy's cock being rubbed up and down Anita's cunt slit made Joan slip a hand down to her cunt to open the puffy, feverish cuntlips. She was still as wet as she'd been when Anita had played with her. She touched her clit, then ran her fingers along the dainty folds until she found the opening of her pussy hole.
She moaned, smothering her excitement so no one would hear. But they were making too much noise to notice. Jimmy held his cock firmly in one hand as he wiped it up and down Anita's dripping pussy slit. The slushy, slurpy sound made Joan gouge roughly at her own pussy.
Joan closed her eyes and wished she could get to sleep again. But she wanted to watch what was happening too, and she couldn't stop touching her clit and the sensitive flesh around her fuck-hole.
"Ohhhhh," Anita moaned.
When Joan looked, Jimmy had fucked his big cock halfway into her cunt and was caressing her tits and belly as he fucked her deeper, an inch more at a time. Anita spread her arms to brace herself for his steady fucking. The juice leaked from her pussy as the big hot cockshaft dug deep and was pulled back for another thrust.
"God, you're tight this way," Jimmy whispered. His finger dug into her hips as he rolled his ass slowly.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," Anita sighed as she took each thrust of Jimmy's cock.
The sudden ringing of the phone in the next room made the two of them freeze.
"What are you going to do?" Jimmy asked.
Anita sighed. "I'd better answer it, or it's gonna wake Joan up."
"Hell, she's knocked out. That damned phone won't wake her."
"I don't want to take that chance."
Anita eased her cunt free of Jimmy's cock and swung her legs out of bed. She left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Jimmy cursed softly and rolled out of bed, himself. Joan heard him walk to the bathroom and close the door. After a moment she heard the toilet flush. She got up and hunted for her robe in the darkness. She couldn't lay there listening to these two sex fiends any longer. She had to get out of there. But before she could get to the door, Jimmy came out of the bathroom. He killed the light before he saw her, and she was able to slip out of her robe and get in bed in the darkness.
"You take care of the phone call already?" Jimmy whispered, sliding under the covers and pressing against her.
Joan was in shock. She realized that Jimmy thought she was Anita. His hands touched her confidently, petting her ass as he rolled her over onto her belly. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She gave a whimper of fear, afraid to let him go any farther, but too embarrassed to tell him she wasn't Anita. Joan whimpered again as Jimmy rubbed the hot head of his cock up against her pussy. His prick was still damp with Anita's pussy juices and now her own slickness flooded out to smear across his hard, hot prick. The squishy sound of her cunt folds sucking around his cocktip made her breathless. Her clit was being rubbed every time he brought his prick forward.
"This won't take long," Jimmy breathed. "I'm so close I can taste it."
"Nooooo!" Joan whined.
But her voice was hoarse from excitement, and Jimmy didn't appear to realize he was about to fuck his cock into the wrong woman. She felt the hot head of his cock plowing her inner cuntlips open. Her pussy hole contracted, but he forced his way through.
"Jeez, you're tighter than ever."
"Uhhhhh," Joan moaned as she felt his thick throbbing cock stretch her fuck-hole.
Her head spun. She couldn't get her breath and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She was getting fucked! For the first time in her life, she knew what a real cock felt like. She hated it and she loved it. She was ashamed and wildly excited. She felt crazy. She was so confused she could only wait there on hands and knees as her dripping pussy was penetrated deeper.
"Damn, you've really developed some con-trol," he whispered. "I never felt you this tight before."
A hot mouth kissed her back. Jimmy's hand was slipping across her belly, moving toward her tits. He'd know then. If he touched one of her tits, he'd know that she wasn't Anita. Anita's tits were big and plush and heavy. Joan's were small and firm.
Jimmy bit her shoulder and his breathing had become ragged and heavy. Joan felt his weight now as he pushed her forward. A moment before his hand touched her tit, she flattened herself against the bed. Her ass pressed up against Jimmy's belly as he thrust and plunged, fucking his cock into her feverish pussy.
Waves of pleasure rushed through Joan's cunt. She felt each inch of his hard prick stab into her. She felt his teeth on her neck now, and the trembling excitement that made his muscles harden against her body.
"Oh, stop!" Joan cried, unable to keep her ass from moving against the thrilling hardness that kept sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Your hair!" Jimmy hissed, his hand brushing across Joan's cropped locks. "You're not Anita!"
"Stop fucking me," Joan sobbed, trying to wriggle from beneath him.
Jimmy laughed and gave her every inch he had. "Hey, you must be digging this. You let me climb on and start humping, right?"
"I didn't mean ... I didn't want ..."
"Yeah, you like it all right. Feel that going into you?" Jimmy held her hips firmly and fucked his prick deep. "God damn, I should have known. Your pretty little cunt is grabbing me like Anita's never did. What a piece you are! You're shy aren't you? Anita told me you had problems with men. Afraid of them and all. But you don't have to be afraid of me, Joan. I'm not hurting you, am I?"
While he talked, Jimmy kept fucking her, forcing the head of his cock so deep that it touched her womb. Joan tried to resist him, tried to roll him off her back, but the pleasure had become so consuming that she couldn't find the strength to make Jimmy stop fucking her. Her cunt muscles rippled along the hot thickness of his prick, pulling at him, pulling him deeper.
"Tell me you like it," Jimmy breathed against the back of her neck.
"Yes!"
"You were listening to us fuck, weren't you? Weren't you listening to me and Anita?"
"Yes. Oh, aren't you satisfied? You've humiliated me. You've fucked me without giving me a chance to say no. Can't you stop now?"
"You don't want me to stop."
Jimmy pushed his tongue into her ear. The thrills that went down her back made Joan arch her body. Her firm, rounded ass pressed against Jimmy's belly. He humped his back and fucked his cock into her pussy again and again. He pull-ed her arms up over her head and pinned them to the pillow. He fucked her with a steady rhythm now, his balls swinging to bump her cunt mound every time he went deep.
"Ohhh, I feel so strange," she whimpered. "I'm tingling all over."
"Feel my cock?"
"Yes! It's too deep. It's going to hurt me!"
"No, I'm not hurting you. I'm fucking you. And you're gonna come."
"Oh, stop! I don't want to come. I don't want to do this with you."
It was too late. Joan felt her pussy convulsing. The itchy thrills had gotten steadily stronger until now she couldn't even speak. She could only groan with pleasure as her slick, hot flesh squeezed down around Jimmy's thrusting cock. She shivered and let out a weak cry as her clit bulged. The bewitching tingle spread as Jimmy rubbed her. She couldn't get her breath. A shiver of ecstasy cut through her and she plunged her ass wildly as the frenzy of her orgasm took control.
"Ohhhhh, I can't bear it . . . ohhhh, it's so big and hot! Uhhhhhh! I'm coming!"
Joan had come before, but nothing had ever consumed her so completely as the excitement she now felt. Her ass danced from side to side, then up and down. She squirmed frantically as Jimmy's cock fucked in and out of her tight cunt hole. She let out long groans of pleasure as her clit exploded with an insatiable itchy thrill.
"Ohhh, ohhh, it's good!" Joan felt Jimmy clutch her tits hard as he fucked her.
Then she heard Jimmy cry out and his muscles went rigid.
Hot come spurted into her pussy. Joan felt the slickness of it and the heat. She felt the surging contractions of Jimmy's prick. She felt him tamping his cock deep in her cunt hole, filling her pussy until there was no more room and the slick, creamy curds of cum dripped from her cunt slit and wet the bed.
"Ohhhh, you fucked me!" she panted, exhausted with pleasure.
Jimmy bit her neck and licked her earlobe. "What a piece you are! I'd love to eat your pussy sometime. I'd love to fuck you some more ..."
"No!" Joan cried, remembering what had happened.
She wriggled out from under Jimmy's body and lurched off the bed. Staggering toward the bathroom, she felt the hot cum oozing down the inside of her thigh. She was crying, jerking the door closed behind her. Jimmy tried to force his way in behind her, but she found the lock and turned it.
"Joan!" he called, knocking on the door. "You've got to know I didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to give you pleasure."
"Leave me alone. You got what you wanted. Now just leave me alone."
CHAPTER FOUR
During the next few minutes, Joan heard shouts and argument from the bedroom. Anita had come back and started in on Jimmy, and he'd tried to defend himself. Then there was a period of silence followed by Anita lightly tap-ping at the door.
"Joan, you can come out now. Jimmy's gone."
Joan came out, her hands crossed over her naked tits. Anita helped her slip on her bathrobe. Joan began to cry.
"Did he do anything?" Anita asked.
"No," Joan lied, "he just scared me."
"You're sure he didn't try to force you to have sex? He didn't touch you?"
"He touched me, but I ran away. He didn't do anything, Anita. Believe me." Joan was too ashamed to admit to the younger woman that Jimmy had fucked her.
"I'm so sorry this happened," Anita told her. "I know how wrong I was bringing him over here, but I get so horny that I just can't stand it. I used to finger-fuck a lot, but after the real thing, finger-fucking doesn't quite get it."
"I don't want to talk about sex. This has been a horrible night."
"Look, if you want me to, I'll sleep on the couch. You can have the bedroom to yourself."
"No," Joan said suddenly, surprising herself. "I don't want to be alone."
"Even knowing that I invited Jimmy into your bed so I could get fucked?"
"Oh, I'm so confused. I'm not really mad at you, Anita. I know you've got a different lifestyle and I shouldn't judge you. I just need to rest and forget."
"Sure, you do. Come on, let's get in bed. I'll hug you."
Joan wasn't sure she wanted to feel any con-tact of any human body this night, but when Anita did snuggle up against her, she put her arms around her younger friend and felt herself getting sleepy. Later in the night, she sensed Anita's closeness and was glad for that.
The next morning, neither of them mentioned the night before. Anita was up early to fix breakfast, and Joan appreciated the extra time that gave her. Then they drove to work together.
But the morning didn't start easily. There was a shipment of books coming in from the mail library and the driver was new on the job. Joan had to show him where to bring in his dolly, and when she looked at his clipboard she saw that his invoice was a mess.
"You've got these figures in the wrong column," she explained as he leaned over to watch her pen moving down the page.
He was a big, broad-shouldered guy with hair that lapped over his collar and a grotesque dragon tattoo on his forearm. He smelled of sweat. Clean sweat, but sweat, nonetheless. Joan didn't like the arrogance of his manner. He had a way of smiling at her that made her feel teased.
"Sure glad you have all that stuff in your head," he told her, scratching in the figures the way she wanted. "I guess it's not as easy as it looks, being a librarian."
"It's not easy at ah," Joan snapped, her blue eyes flashing.
"You need a reward. Like somebody taking you out to dinner tonight."
It took a moment for Joan to get his drift. "Oh, I'm too busy for that kind of thing," she blurted.
"Surely you don't play with books all night, too."
"I . . . well ..."
"Think about it. I'D call you back in an hour." The driver put out his hand. "By the way, my name's Brian. What's yours?"
"Joan," she told him, feeling his warm callused hand wrap around her thin white fingers. The touch was electric. Joan hated herself for reacting Like that. She knew she was blushing and that Brian was amused by her discomfort.
Brian was gone before she could tell him that he needn't call, that she was sure she couldn't go out with him. The rest of the morning was busy, and Joan had trouble concentrating.
When Joan returned from lunch, she looked at the bulletin board and saw a note that she'd had a call.
"Who called me?" she said, already knowing.
"A guy named Brian who said he'd talked to you about having dinner with him. He said he'd pick you up at seven."
Joan shook a fist. "But I never told him I'd go out. He was ..."
"He sounded real nice," Anita said. "And he seemed to think there wasn't any question about you going."
"I'd better call him back." Joan picked up the phone but realized she had no idea where to reach him.
"He's on his truck all day, isn't he?" Anita asked, a look of mischief in her eyes.
"Yes, he's in his truck, damn it." Joan slammed the phone down, realizing she was trapped.
"If you want me to disappear for a while tonight," Anita suggested, "I could let you two have some privacy."
"I don't want any privacy! No, you don't have to go anywhere." Joan let out a breath.
That evening when she heard the doorbell ring, Joan nearly jumped out of her skin. Anita had made her drink a glass of wine and, though she didn't admit it, she really wanted a second one. She was angry for having to do something she didn't want to do, but worried too that she hadn't worn the right things. She really didn't have many clothes except the skirts and blouses she wore to work. She'd followed Anita's suggestions and worn a plain tweed skirt and red silk blouse. Anita told her she looked good enough to eat.
"I don't want to look like that," she said.
"You know how it felt when I licked you the other night?"
"Anita, I don't want to discuss any of that."
"All I'm saying is that if you'd ever let a man eat you just once, you'd want to look good enough to eat." Anita hugged herself. "Mmmm, when a man who really appreciates eating pussy gets going on you, its . . . its . . . "
"Against the law," Joan said. The doorbell rang again. "Oh, would you pour me another glass of wine, Anita? I'd better let him in before he kicks it down."
Though she could hardly meet Brian's eyes, Brian wasn't at all shy about looking at her. His eyes went up and down her body and, as far as Joan could tell, he was pleased. Joan introduced him to Anita as she poured another glass of wine and held it out.
"Thanks," Brian said. "I'm a little nervous."
"You are?" Joan asked.
"Sure. You're one hell of a good-looking lady, and I'm damned lucky you're willing to go out with me."
Joan decided not to tell him that she'd been against it all along. As Brian led her to his car and they drove downtown, she could feel her heart pounding. Dressed in slacks and a nice shirt, Brian looked like he might be a teacher or a lawyer. Only she knew that there was a tattoo hidden under his sleeve.
He took her to a small place she'd never heard of. There was jazz music with a dancing beat, and when Brian pulled her onto the floor, she realized that she didn't have to worry about not knowing how to dance. He held her so close that she could relax and let him pull her smoothly around to the heavy beat.
"You're a good dancer," he whispered in her ear.
"You're the one who's good." Joan let her head brush his.
When a slow number started, Brian pulled her even closer. She felt something hard pressing against her belly. She tried not to think of what it was. But she knew. Brian had a terrific hard-on and he was rubbing it against her body as they moved to the sensuous rhythm.
"I think I'd better sit down for a while," she said at last. Her knees were trembling and she could feel the dampness between her thighs. Her panties were sticking to her cunt and she was short of breath.
At the table again, Brian held her hand, then brought her fingers to his mouth. He kissed each one of them softly, his eyes watching her reaction. It was hard for Joan not to show just how deeply she was affected. She trembled and pulled her hand away.
"You okay?" Brian asked with a smile.
"Yes," she said, trying to control her breathing, trying not to let him know she was on the verge of panting. "Maybe another glass of wine would be nice."
As she drank, Joan told herself she had to stop guzzling. But at least the alcohol relaxed her some. During the meal, Brian ordered another bottle. And she was always glad when he filled her glass again.
"I've got to get home before long," she told him. "Got to go to work, you know."
"Me, too. Maybe we can do this again on the weekend. That way you wouldn't have to worry about bedtime."
"You're teasing me."
Brian took her hand and began to kiss her fingers again. "Maybe I am. You don't mind do you?" Then he pulled her up and led her to the dance floor again. As the music moved around them, Joan let herself relax in Brian's strong arms. But she could feel his cock again, rubbing her, throbbing against her belly.
She didn't say much on the drive home. She was wondering how she could get rid of Brian politely without asking him into her apartment. He parked and took her hand as they started up the steps. In the elevator, Brian pulled her against him, and she felt his mouth against her neck.
"You smell wonderful," he breathed, his tongue moving wetly toward her earlobe. Though she tried to turn her head, she couldn't stop him. His tongue went into her ear and a thrill shot through her body. She sagged against him, unable to hide the fact that she was panting.
"Brian, I don't want you to do that."
"Okay, I'll do something else."
He kissed her on the mouth before she knew what was happening. His tongue tried to force her lips apart. She moaned softly as her cunt began to throb with smoldering pleasure. Their tongues touched and again Joan felt faint. Her knees could hardly hold her up. Brian pressed her against the wall of the elevator and moved his hips. His cock rubbed her cunt mound as he slid a hand down her back, then caressed her ass. The door slid open. Joan took a step, but she was so shaky that she lost her balance. She felt the pain as her ankle bent under her weight. Brian caught her before she went down.
"I'm so clumsy," she said.
"Put your arm around my neck and I'll carry you."
"I can walk, if you'll just let me lean . . . "
"Come on, I'm going to carry you. You shouldn't put any weight on that ankle until we can have a look."
Before she could argue, Brian swept her into his arms and carried her to her door. She gave him the key and he opened it and carried her inside. He put her on the sofa and pulled off her shoe.
"The stockings will have to come off, too."
His fingers were gentle as he touched the hurt ankle, but they were more than that, too. Joan couldn't help but be excited by a man's fingers caressing her skin.
"I think it'll be okay. It's not swelling very much."
He let his hand slide up her calf and then farther to touch the sensitive soft place behind her knee. "You've got beautiful legs."
"Thanks for bringing me in. I guess I'd better get to bed and give my ankle a rest." Joan looked frantically around. Where had Anita gone? She'd told her that she didn't have to leave.
"Let me carry you," Brian said. "The bedroom over here?"
"Yes, but . . . "
It was too late. Brian shouldered the door open and let her down gently on the bed. He took her shoulders then and pulled her against him. Joan turned her face up, imploring him to go, but he kissed her mouth again and she felt her will weaken as his hand slid down her shoulder and under her arm.
"No!" she moaned into his kiss, but Brian's fingers were already surrounding her small, hard tit. Joan knew that her nipple was hard enough for Brian to feel, even through her bra and the silk blouse.
"You're the most delicious-looking woman I've ever been out with," he said.
"Don't kiss me there," she begged as he un-did the first button of her blouse and pressed his hot mouth against her chest. He undid another button and reached up to slip her bra strap off her shoulder.
"No!"
"Yes," Brian insisted, easing the lace edge of the cup down.
"Mmmmmm," Brian murmured, licking and sucking the thick, hot nipple.
Joan felt her skirt sliding up, felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh. She grabbed for his wrist, but Brian was so much stronger than she was, she couldn't hold him back. He touched the wet crotch-band of her panties, pushing the silk up between her plump, feverish pussylips.
"Uhhhhhh," she groaned, squirming to escape.
His mouth fastened tighter on her tit. His right hand cupped one ass cheek while he petted her pussy with the other. Joan felt herself spinning out of control. Her blouse had been unbuttoned all the way and pulled back so Brian could get to her belly. He was kissing his way down to her navel. His tongue went into the shallow depression. Her skirt felt loose on her hips, and then she knew he was slipping it off of her.
"Stop," she panted, jerking at his wrist again.
But his mouth was wetting the taut curls of her pussy now.
"You're eating stuff," he told her. "You don't know that yet, but you are."
"Let me go, let me go!"
"That's it, squirm all you want. The more you squirm, the better I can eat you."
Brian's tongue opened her cuntlips and pressed into the slick heat of her inner pussy folds. Moving his head from side to side, he pushed deeper. Joan felt his tongue flicking, searching the slippery overheated flesh. She shuddered with pleasure, pleasure so intense that she knew she couldn't stop him now. She wanted him to eat her cunt, to lick and suck and nibble the delicate pink flesh of her pussy.
"Ohhhh damn you!" she cried, squirming uncontrollably against the smooth slide of Brian's tongue against her clit.
Brian pushed the silky blouse all the way open and covered each tit with his strong hands. Squeezing her tits like that, he dug deeper into her cunt slit with his tongue.
Joan felt him pushing into her fuck-hole and wondered how it must taste. Gasping for breath, she felt the friction of a slow tongue-fucking, then the sharp thrills as he licked over her clit again. Brian moved up and down her pussy and as the pleasure increased, she weakened and let her knees fall apart. He pushed her knees up against her chest so he could get to every fold and hollow of her cunt. She was all bloomed out, her steamy pussy dripping now. He wallowed hungrily in the glistening cunt folds.
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped, pumping her slim hips slowly against his licking tongue. "Ohhhhh, God, I've never felt anything Like . . . "
"Mmmmmm," Brian murmured, sucking her pussy juices into his mouth. His hands slipped along the backs of her thighs, caressing and pinching, then Joan felt a finger being pressed against her pussy and into her fuck-hole. Her muscles contracted tightly around Brian's knuckles as he finger-fucked her deeply while he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna die, it feels so good."
Now Brian supported her ass in both hands while he feasted on her dainty cunt flesh. He fucked his tongue in and out of her cunt, then licked and nibbled her plump pussy lips. Her clit pulsed and swelled out from its delicate hood and he licked it again.
Working his mouth up and down with a steady rhythm, Brian made Joan shiver and squirm in his hands. He bit her thigh and belly and then sank his mouth deep in her cunt slit again. Joan felt as if she were being devoured, and it was exquisitely wonderful.
"Ohhhh Brian, what are you doing to me?"
"Making love to you," he whispered. She heard his belt buckle clink as it came loose, heard him sliding his slacks down. Panic hit Joan then. She shook her head violently and pushed at Brian's chest as he eased his body up over hers.
"Ohhhh, don't fuck me. You can't fuck me!"
"You want it so bad, you don't even know what you're saying."
"I don't want it. I don't ..."
Brian kissed her hungrily, his tongue going between her teeth. Touching the hot head of his cock to her cunt, he gave a gentle movement with his hips. His cockhead went into her half an inch, but he pulled it out again.
"Now I'm going to rub your clit with my cock," he whispered. "To calm you down."
"Ohhhh, I'm so ashamed. I just wanted to come home and be left alone."
"No, you didn't. Not really."
"Uhhhhh, that feels so good! Ohhhh, stop doing that!"
Joan jerked her hips from side to side trying to escape the smoothly rounded head of Brian's prick. But he kept rubbing her cut with his pricktip.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it!"
"What do you want me to do?" Brian asked softly, sliding his cocktip back down her pussy slit, pressing it against her tight fuck-hole.
"Fuck me! Ohhhh, damn you, fuck me now!"
Brian growled with passion and dug his fingers into her ass cheeks. Then he thrust for-ward quickly. Half the length of his cock went into Joan's juicy pussy. Caught on his hard prick, she wriggled with excitement. The pleasure jolted up her body, making her arch her back.
"Ohhh, it's in me! It feels too big! Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!"
"Your cunt is really sweet," Brian told her, licking her ear as he moved his hips forward and back.
The sucking sound of his prick fucking in and out of her pussy hole made Joan shiver. She felt the soft friction and the way the inward push tightened the skin around her clit. She went off into another convulsion of shivering thrills.
"You like it don't you?"
"No! Yes . . . ohhhh, I don't know. I'm so confused." But Joan knew she liked it. She liked it so much it frightened her. "Oh, it's going so deep!"
"Eight inches," Brian breathed. "I hope you can hold it."
Joan's hands fluttered down to touch the place she'd been penetrated. She could feel her stretched inner cuntlips and the flesh around her fuck-hole slipping along Brian's cockshaft. Her pussy muscles tightened then and she knew that tightness was squeezing Brian's prick as he pulled it out of her.
"Goddamn!" he panted, trembling with pleasure. "You're really tight."
"Oh, Brian, put it into me! All the way in!"
When he did, Joan dug her long nails into the cheeks of his ass and rocked her hips to get every last inch. She felt full. She was packed with cock. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she was begging for cock.
"Uhh, uhhh, ahhhh, ohhhhh!"
"Getting good, isn't it?" Brian whispered.
"Yes . . . sooooo good! Ohhhh, I'm burning up. My skin is tingling all over. Oh, Brian, I didn't know fucking felt like this!"
"Get it good, baby," Brian growled, fucking deep again. "Feel me inside you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Want more?"
"Give me more!"
Brian held her wriggling ass and his hips came forward hard. Joan felt his stiff, throbbing cock divide her soft insides. She felt him fucking deep, deeper than he had been. His cocktip touched her womb.
"Ohhhhh, yes! It's going in really good now!" she cried, her body twisting, her tits lifted high for him to suck.
Brian sucked one nipple deep and tongued it until Joan was babbling half words of passion. She kissed his neck, her mouth slack and soft and wet with excitement.
"Yeah baby, you're gonna have what you want pretty soon."
"Yessssss!"
"You're gonna come."
"Ohhhhh, Brian, yes!" Her pussy squeezed hungrily at the thick hard cockmeat that had filled it. "Oh Brian, I am going to come!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The convulsions that swept through her body made Joan cry out and kick her heels down hard against the mattress. Then she rolled with Brian as he pulled her on top of him. Her ass plunged and danced in the air as she fucked herself again and again on his rigid, juice-slickened cock. He sucked her tits and dug his fingers into her ass cheeks. She rode him like he was a bucking stallion, and then he was on top again, his tongue going between her teeth, his prick fucking in and out of her pussy.
"Baby you're the best!"
"Ohhhhhh, Brian, fuck me good! Don't ever stop fucking me!"
"Gotta slow down," he groaned, biting his lip.
"Don't slow down. You don't have to, do you?"
"Gotta be careful . . . uhhhhh."
He was fucking her very slowly now, and Joan began to tremble and come for the second time. Her pussy squeezed his cockshaft, sucked at his cocktip. Brian grunted with pleasure and fucked even slower. Then Joan's clit exploded again and she went into jerking spasms under him, her ass bouncing and dancing on the bed.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" Brian gasped, jerking his cock out of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried in surprise as hot spurts of cum leaped up against her tits.
Brian pumped his hips again and more cum boiled out of his cocktip. Cock cream oozed down her belly in milky strings and her tits were speckled with creamy droplets.
"Ohhhh, you're coming!" she panted, feeling his chest pressing down against her again. The slick jism was rubbed between them and the smell was sharp and strong.
"Oh, goddamn, your belly's soft," Brian gasped, kissing her neck and chin and mouth. "Ohhhhh, baby doll, someday I'm gonna shoot it all out inside you."
Joan realized that Brian was only being careful, but feeling his hot cum running down her belly shocked her back to reality. She real-ized what she'd been doing. She had gone out with a tattooed truck driver-and let him fuck her in her own bed on their very first date!
"Let me up. Get off me!"
"What's wrong?" Brian tried to hold her under him, but she struggled furiously and he let her go.
"Get out! Leave me alone!"
"Hey babe, it's me . . . Brian. Remember, we went out together tonight."
"I'm not feeling quite right. I need to be alone." She pulled the sheet around her naked body. "Please leave."
Joan hid her face. She was too ashamed to meet Brian's eyes. Her body smelled of hot cum and her swollen pussy was musky with her female aroma. She felt cheap and whorish.
Brian jerked on his clothes without saying anything, then went to hold her hand. When Joan pulled away he left the room. She heard the front door close, then she began to cry softly.
It was hours later, after she'd cried herself to sleep, awakened and cried again that she heard Anita let herself into the apartment. Joan turned out the bed light and pulled the covers up to her chin. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone. She felt like she was losing her mind. And she dreaded work tomorrow.
"How did it go?" Anita whispered as she slipped into bed. "You might as well tell me, 'cause I know you're not asleep."
"It went okay."
"Brian pretty nice?"
"I don't know about that."
Anita propped herself up on one elbow. "Oh, you mean he tried to kiss you?"
Joan didn't answer.
"He tried more than just a kiss!" Anita breathed excitedly. "He tried to grab your tit or something? Is that what happened, Joan?"
Joan turned her back to her friend. "I don't want to talk about it."
Anita scooted close and touched her shoulder. "So we're talking about something serious, aren't we? You can't fool me, Joan. I've been around enough to know what these things. Just what did Brian do to you?"
Joan turned over to face Anita. "He fucked me! Right her on my own bed. He raped me. He forced me down and jerked off my clothes and I couldn't do anything!"
"Hey, that doesn't sound Like Brian."
"You know him?"
"Met him once last week when he unloaded some books. I had to show him where they went."
"He didn't need any instruction at all last night," Joan said.
Anita shook her head. "I just can't believe he forced you. He's not the type."
"Didn't you see that hideous tattoo on his arm?"
"So what's a tattoo have to do with it?" Anita petted Joan's shoulder. "Did he have a big one?"
"How can you ask a question like that at a time like this?" Joan whimpered.
"Just interested. He looks really hung. I'll bet he knows how to grind a girl's coffee nice and fine."
"I don't see how you can joke about what happened to me."
"When he put it into you, I'll bet it felt wonderful. Did he come inside?"
"Anita!"
"Well, did he?"
"No! It spurted all over my stomach. It was slick and smelly, and I almost fainted."
"Did you come?"
"What?"
"You know the word. Come. Climax. Orgasm. Did you come?" Anita saw the look on Joan's face and laughed. "Oh, you're blushing. You did come, didn't you? So he raped you, did he? But you came!" Anita bounced up and down on the bed and clapped her hands. "You're doing fine, Joan. You're going to get things straight after all. Now tell me when you're going to date him again."
"Never!"
"This beautiful hunk brings you home, gives you a great fuck and has the consideration to pull out before he comes, and you don't even want to date him anymore? You're really weird."
"Maybe I am weird. I just can't help it. Now leave me alone. If I don't get some rest tonight, I'm going to be a wreck tomorrow."
Joan was a wreck the next day. She drank too much coffee to try to get going, and her nerves were like broken glass. To make matters worse, the computers went down and it took Joan and Anita an hour to find that a fuse had blown. Instead of calling the mail library to send a maintenance man, Joan went down in the basement to see if she could fix things, herself. She was looking at the mass of circuit breakers, trying to figure out the problem when she heard footsteps behind her.
"Brian!"
"Anita told me you were down here. Maybe I can help."
"You weren't supposed to make any deliveries today," she blurted, backing up.
"I stopped by anyway. I had to see you."
"How can you stand to look at me? After the way I acted?"
"Give me that flashlight and I'll see if I can find what the problem is."
In a few minutes, Brian had reset the offending circuit breaker and closed the panel again. He handed the flashlight back to Joan and gave her a big smile.
"That problem's fixed, but now I've got one of my own."
"What w-w-would that be?"
"It's right here in my pants."
He patted the cock-bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Joan tried to push past him, but he grabbed her thin wrist and pulled her close.
"I haven't been able to think of anything but you all morning. I've got to touch you again, got to kiss you."
"Let me go, Brian. I hate you."
Brian pressed her back against the wall. She could feel the hard prick in his pants pressing against her belly. His hands framed her face and he tilted her mouth up. Joan struggled, but he was too powerful. His mouth touched hers and his tongue stabbed between her lips.
She whimpered, twisting to get free. But all her squirming only rubbed her cunt mound against his thigh. He slid a hand down her back, caressing her firm, round ass. "Don't touch me!"
"You weren't saying that last night. You were telling me to fuck you good and hard. And that's what I did."
"I was out of my mind. You took advantage of me."
"Your skin is so white. Your ears are perfect little gems. I've been thinking about putting my tongue in them."
"No!"
But Brian's tongue was already searching the delicate whorls of her ear as he held her. Then he let his hands slide down her body again and cupped her ass, pulling her pussy mound against the hardness in his jeans. He ground his cock against her.
"You want it and you know you want it."
"How could I want that big awful thing? It hurt me. I'm still sore this morning."
"A little fucking, and you'd forget the soreness."
"I don't want to fuck!"
"Then let me eat your pussy. I'll make you come as many times as you want."
"Let me go, Brian! I've got to get back to work."
She twisted free of him and ran down the dimly lit corridor. He caught up with her quickly and pulled her over to a large table piled with books. Sweeping half of them onto the floor, Brian bent her forward over the table edge. He kept a forearm against her back, pressing her tits flat against the table's surface. As Joan struggled, she felt Brian's free hand under her skirt. He pressed up between her thighs.
"Hell, you're soaking wet."
"Let me go!"
"Not until I get a finger in your cunt. I've got to have something to get me through the day."
"Nooooo," Joan whimpered.
But already Brian had pulled her panty crotch to one side and eased a finger into the slick heat of her cunt slit. She shivered with excitement, hating him for doing this, but loving the pleasure it caused. With a slurping sound, two fingers fucked into her pussy.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," she panted, her ass moving against his touch.
Brian moved her skirt up and jerked her panties down. Then he rubbed the firm cheeks of her ass with one hand while he finger-fucked her with the other. Something hot brushed the back of her thigh. Gently, he stretched her inner cuntlips apart and eased the head of his cock against her wet pussy flesh.
"Ohhhh, it's so hot!"
"This is what I've been waiting for. Since I fucked you last night, I've been crazy thinking about it. You've got the finest, slickest pussy in the world."
"I hate you for doing this to me. I hate . . . uhhhhhhh!"
Joan's back arched as Brian pushed the head of his cock into her fuck-hole. He drew back a little then pushed again. Her pussy-flesh tightened around him as spasms of passion went through her body.
A noise frightened Joan, making her tense. Brian pulled his cock from her pussy and she felt him let go of her. At that moment, Joan brought a foot up and kicked backwards. The blow was a glancing one, but it gave her just enough time to roll off the table and start running. Her panties hung around her ankle for a few steps, then flew off. Joan didn't care. She was free, free of the humiliation that Brian had forced upon her. She turned and ran up the steps without looking. She crashed into Anita before she saw her.
"Joan, are you okay? You're running like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm okay."
Joan pushed around her and went on up the steps. She was trembling like a leaf and felt on the verge of crying. When she got to her desk, she sat down and put her face in her hands. Her cunt was throbbing. Then she realized that Anita was heading down into the basement where Brian still was. With his lust up, he'd grab any woman he could find and force her to sub-mit. She had to warn Anita, had to stop her before it was too late.
Her knees were weak as she made her way back down the steps into the basement. She was afraid for Anita.
But the sound she heard when she started down the basement corridor wasn't one of fear. It was a long, low moan of pleasure. Joan felt faint, but she kept going, walking toward the room at the end of the hall. Peeking in, she saw Brian and Anita on a pile of books. Anita's skirt was up around her waist, her panty crotch pulled to one side. From where she stood, Joan could see the fur of her cunt slit and the head of Brian's cock just slipping into the glistening folds between. The pink pussy flesh parted with a wet sound and Anita's head flopped back. She was on her back, leaning on her elbows, her knees open to let Brian lean between them. He moved his ass and the muscles in his thighs went rigid. His thick cock pulsed as he forced the tip into the pretty girl's pussy.
"Ohhh, Brian, I've been wanting you to do this. I didn't want to get in Joan's way, but I started having daydreams about us together." Her hands came forward to stroke his balls, then cradle them gingerly as he rolled his hips for-ward and back. "Uhhhhh, it's going in so nice and slow. Ohhh, God, you're really nice and big!"
"You're hot! Really juicy, too." Brian kissed her mouth hungrily. "Make it tight again, baby."
"Like this?"
Joan saw a shiver of pleasure run through Brian's strong body.
His shoulder muscles stood out in sharp relief. He caressed Anita's big tits, then lowered his mouth to suck a nipple between his teeth. He sucked on her tit while he fucked. Only his mouth and his cock touched her now. Then Anita hooked her heels up over his back and pulled him down against her body. He hooked an arm under her back and they kissed again, their bodies writhing and jerking together as the excitement grew.
Joan felt a mixture of emotions. She was mad at herself and at Anita, too. She was ashamed, then jealous and then merely confused. She wanted to laugh and walk away from the scene before her eyes, but couldn't stop watching. There was something fascinating about watching Brian's big prick fucking into Anita's tight little pussy. Joan remembered all too well how that had felt when she'd been getting it. And now she was reliving some of those sensations. She eased a hand under her skirt and touched her naked, swollen pussy.
She sighed, pumping her slender hips as her middle finger pried her inner cuntlips apart. She began to finger-fuck her cunt, but a finger wasn't nearly big enough to feel right. For the first time since she'd fled from Brian, she wished it was her there on that pile of books instead of Anita.
"What's wrong with me?" Joan breathed to herself. "I don't want that. I don't want it at all."
She turned and stumbled wearily back to the steps. She'd only just made it to her desk when a familiar voice made her wheel around. It was Jimmy, Anita's boyfriend.
"You seen Anita anywhere?" he asked, leaning over the counter. Joan knew her face was flushed and that her steamy cunt was musky, but she managed to smile.
"No, Jimmy, I haven't. Maybe she went to get some coffee and a roll."
"Sure. That's probably it." Jimmy kept leaning over the counter, his attention on Joan now. "You sure look pretty today."
"Thanks, but if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot to do."
She pushed her chair back and got up. She knew someone should stay to watch the main desk, but she couldn't handle Jimmy staring at her like that. She went to the elevator and punched the button for the microfilm viewing rooms. Before the door closed, Jimmy slipped in beside her.
"Where you going?"
"To make sure the projectors have been turned off. People who use the microfilm cubicles are always leaving them on."
"Mind if I go along?"
"It's a free country."
For a while, neither of them said a word. Then as the elevator eased to a stop and the door slid open, Jimmy touched Joan's arm.
"I came looking for Anita, but I didn't mind at all that I got a chance to talk to you, instead. I can't forget what happened the other night."
"I can't either. I wish I hadn't been there."
"You don't really mean that. When we were . . . " He smiled and his gray eyes danced. "You know what I mean. It sounded like you were enjoying what was happening. Either that or you're a damned good actress."
"I was half out of my mind."
"With excitement," he laughed. "You liked how it felt when I shoved my cock ..."
"Jimmy, would you mind letting me out of the elevator?"
Joan hurried down the corridor and went in-to the first microfilm booth. The projector was off, but she focused with things, killing time, hoping that Jimmy would get bored and leave her alone. Instead, he closed the door and pushed her backwards until she had to sit on the low table beside the projector table.
"What are you doing?" Joan whined.
"Remember the other night, I told you I wanted to eat your pussy sometime?"
"No . . . don't do it."
"I'm gonna do it because you really want me to. Even though you don't know it yet, Joan. He lifted the hem of her skirt. Joan grabbed his wrists and tried to hold them, but her strength had left her.
"You're one hell of a beautiful woman. You need more sex in your life. You need hot mouths and hot cocks. You need plenty of fucking."
"What would Anita say?"
"I'm not worried about Anita right now." Jimmy's hand slipped under her skirt to lift it more. Then he touched the hot swell of her bare cunt mound. "Christ, you're not even wearing panties. You must've been expecting some action."
"I wasn't ... I didn't ..."
Jimmy pulled her forward and his lips surrounded hers. Despite her anger, Joan opened her mouth and let him suck her tongue. A thrill went through her, taking her breath away. His finger was working up and down the delicate folds of her pussy slit.
"Ohhhh, why do I get so weak when you touch me?"
"Because your mind doesn't know what your body wants. Somebody has told you that sex is bad and wrong and wicked. But your body knows better. Your body craves sex. Your pussy is hungry for a big hot cock. Your pussy wants to be filled with cum."
"Nooooo!"
"Oh, yes. I know it does. And your pussy wants to be eaten by a real expert. Open your knees Joan."
Joan closed her eyes and let her breath out. Then she opened her knees. The wet folds of her pussy came unstuck with a soft sexy sound.
"What if somebody came in?" Joan panted, her small tits rising and falling under her silk blouse.
"I've got my foot against the door, so don't worry."
Jimmy kissed her thigh and his fingers petted the other. Then Joan could feel his warm breath against her pussy. His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit.
She groaned, her ass cheeks tensing with pleasure. She rocked her hips gently, feeling the smooth, slick licking as Jimmy went deeper. His mouth made sucking sounds as he drank her cunt juices and pulled the soft flesh of her pussy between his teeth. She panted hard and fast now, her hips plunging as she rubbed her drip-ping pussy against his hungry mouth.
His lips pulled at her clit again and Joan gave a shivery moan that made her tits shake. Jimmy was opening her blouse, his hot hands squeezing the cups of her bra before he pulled the silky things from her tits.
"You make me feel so weak and helpless," Joan gasped, biting his fingers when he touched her face. "Ohhhhh, your tongue is going into me!"
"Wouldn't you Like my cock in you, too?"
"No! Ohhhh, Jimmy! We can't fuck down here in this booth."
"Yes we can, beautiful. Yes we can!"
CHAPTER SIX
When Joan looked down at Jimmy's crotch, she saw his jeans all pushed out in front. She watched as if hypnotized as he undid his buckle and then each button of his fly. He rocked his hips and pulled his jeans and briefs down together. His stiff cock jumped free.
"It's like a snake looking at me," she whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.
Her pussy squeezed tight in anticipation of the fresh hot cockmeat about to be shoved in. Joan put her thin hands out to touch the hot cock Jimmy was about to give her. She sighed, suddenly not afraid anymore. Jimmy was right. She was learning to know what her body need-ed. And she needed this strange, pulsing thing. She petted the swollen cockhead and the cockshaft jerked upwards. A shiver ran through her. She kissed her fingertip and pressed it against the tiny slit where the cum spurted out. Again Jimmy's cock bobbed up excitedly.
"Why don't you kiss it, yourself? With your lips."
"I ... I couldn't do that. I've never done that."
"Try. It won't bite you." Trembling with anticipation, Joan leaned for-ward and wet her lips. She held Jimmy's cock in both hands, the weight and hardness of it ex-citing her incredibly. Now she was close enough to smell his musky scent. She licked her lips a second time and pursed them into a soft O. The moment her mouth contacted Jimmy's pulsing cock, she felt an electric thrill go through her cunt. The skin of his cockhead was so smooth and soft. She held her lips there, the saliva leaking out to drip down his prickshaft to his balls.
"Now lick it," Jimmy gently ordered as he removed Joan's glasses and set them aside.
"Lick it?"
"Come on. I want to feel it."
"You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not. Now, come and lick me. I'm about to fall off this table waiting."
Joan closed her eyes and let her tongue touch the underside of Jimmy's cocktip. The cockhead throbbed against her gentle licking and she drew back.
"It feels so weird."
"Do it again."
Joan licked Jimmy again, but this time she let her tongue linger, let it slide back and forth against his cockhead. His ridged crown got hot-ter and fatter as she smeared her spit around.
"Does it feel good?"
"Ohhhh, baby! I wish I could tell you how good it feels." Jimmy touched her head and pulled her back down to lick his prick some more.
Holding his cockshaft in both hands, Joan began to lick his cock again. Starting low on his cockmeat, she slurped her way to the tip, then wound her tongue gently around that plump swell until Jimmy started breathing funny.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Fine. Just keep doing what you're doing."
Joan was becoming more excited every time she licked Jimmy's hard cock. The touch of his spit slickened prickmeat against her tongue made her tremble with pleasure and she realized that just licking it wasn't enough. She wanted to suck the cockhead into her mouth!
"Yeah baby, now you're getting it!" Jimmy gasped as he watched.
His cockhead was inside her mouth now, and she stroked the underside lightly as she watched him squirm.
"Christ, that's good!"
She rolled her head from side to side, letting the swollen cockhead rub the inside of one cheek, then the other. She tried biting down on the plumpness, but was careful to just nibble. Jimmy writhed and pumped his hips, fucking his cock another couple of inches into her mouth.
Joan gasped, almost gagging. But her hands still held his prick firmly, and she began to move his cock skin up and down while she sucked noisily at his prick-tip. Spit ran down her fingers and hung in droplets in his cock curls. Jimmy was breathing raggedly now and his eyes were glazed with pleasure.
"You're learning fast," he panted.
She had never thought that something so alien to her sensibilities could be so exciting. To actually have a man's cock in her mouth was un-thinkable. So she wasn't thinking about it. She was just doing it. She was sucking harder, her cheeks dimpling in as she pulled at the hot, throbbing cockmeat and heard Jimmy moan. He liked what she was doing, and she realized that she could control his emotions by using her tongue and lips. By having his cock in her mouth, Joan had power. She sucked him harder, letting her lips slide up and down his prickshaft as her tongue circled around his prick-tip and fanned the hot lobes there.
"Oh, baby! Ohhhh, goddamn ..."
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes closed.
The cockhead was going deeper as she dared to take more of his prick into her mouth. She bobbed with a steady rhythm and, as she got used to it, she let his cock touch her tonsils. The back of her tongue was softer and slicker and Jimmy felt the difference immediately.
"Yeah baby, you got it!"
Joan looked up to see what he meant, but Jimmy's face was unreadable. Except that she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. His mouth hung open and his eyes were out of focus. His hips were jerking and thrusting so that she had to keep one hand around his cockshaft to keep him from stabbing his prick-tip into her throat and gagging her. Then she felt the sudden pounding pulse building along the length of his prickshaft. His cockhead bulged so suddenly that she accidentally bit down on it.
"Yaaahhhhh!" Jimmy cried, trembling with lust.
Joan tasted something salty and a little sour. She bit his cocktip again. Like an overripe plum, it burst out its thick cream. Joan's tongue was quickly coated with fresh cum, and it was oozing into her throat. She coughed and gagged and began swallowing.
"Get it all, get it good!"
Jimmy held onto her head so she couldn't pull away. There was nothing to do but suck and swallow. Joan whimpered through her nose, but had to keep getting the flooding cum down her throat, catching a breath when she had a chance.
Jimmy pulled her down so that his cock slid into her throat. It spurted hard there, the cum boiling out so fast she couldn't gulp it down. White droplets of jizz splattered from her nose and a line of cock cream oozed from the cor-ner of her mouth and dripped from her chin.
Joan sucked, nursing the throbbing, swollen cock that slid forward and back against her tongue. Another spurt of cum filled her throat, and Joan squeezed her fingers tightly around the base of Jimmy's prick and gulped the cum down.
Jimmy sighed, his ass plunging around on the projector table while Joan bent over him and licked his prick. The head of his cock was pressed against the roof of her mouth as her tongue caressed the tender flesh and drew out more of his hot cum.
Then, she felt the pressure lessen and his cock wasn't quite as big or hard. It was over. With a shudder of pleasure, Jimmy relaxed. Joan eased her cummy lips free of his cock and wiped a hand across her chin. The sharp smell of jism filled the small viewing room. Her cunt ached for the same attention she'd given Jimmy, but he looked half asleep. His cock sagged over against his thigh, a droplet of cum hanging at the tip, Joan swallowed again, aware of the odd taste of a man's cum and not sure whether or not she liked it.
"I don't dislike it," she murmured.
She stood up and smoothed her skirt. Her pussy was still very swollen after the excitement of sucking Jimmy and, as she stepped around him, she tried to rationalize what had happened.
"I didn't have much choice," she told herself, closing the door of the cubicle and hurrying to the elevator. "He forced me. He put his hands on me and started doing things that made me crazy."
The door opened on the first floor and she stepped out. Anita was back at the main desk, looking as innocent as ever. Just talking to her, no one would suspect that she'd been downstairs fucking the delivery man. Joan felt a pang of anger. Was she jealous because Brian and Anita had fucked? After all, she had had a chance to be with him. If she hadn't run off, Anita would never have been there to take up the slack.
"All men want is pussy. It doesn't matter whose pussy it happens to be."
When Anita saw Joan return to her desk, she went over. "Brian asked after you. He said he hoped you didn't take what he was doing the wrong way."
"But since I wasn't there to help him out," Joan said, "he decided you'd be just as good. Well, did you enjoy fucking him?"
Anita looked surprised to hear Joan use such language.
"I don't think you understand. Brian likes you, Joan. Just because we got it on ... "
"You know damned well you're more experienced than I am when it comes to sex." Joan bit her lip to keep from crying. "Brian probably can't wait to have you again. You're infinitely more talented than I could ever be."
"That's not the way he feels." Anita put a hand on Joan's shoulder.
Despite being upset about what Brian and the pretty assistant had done, Joan felt a rush of excitement. She had a moment of longing, wishing that she and Anita were home in bed and that she would never have to deal with men again.
"You're trembling," Anita said.
"I don't feel well. I think I'd better go home. Do you think you could take care of things here?"
"Of course. You go ahead home." Anita petted Joan's head. "By the way, you haven't seen Jimmy, have you? He was supposed to stop by, but then I got in that mess in the basement."
Joan blushed. "No, I haven't seen him."
Anita leaned close. "Now I don't want you worrying about Brian. If the poor guy hadn't been so hot and bothered, I would have told him to beat his meat. But he looked so disappointed that you'd slipped away ..."
"He told you that?"
"Yeah. I told you he likes you."
Joan got her purse and left the library. She was feeling crazy and not quite in control of her emotions. She was shaking so bad by the time she'd pulled out into traffic that she didn't know whether she could make it all the way to her apartment. Her sprained ankle was bothering her again too, and the cummy taste in her mouth was getting a little old.
She took a left off Central and pulled into the parking lot of a bar she'd been in once or twice she'd had a glass of mineral water her last visit. This time she told the barmaid to bring her something strong. Something with lots of whiskey in it. The girl went away smiling, said something to the bartender and hooked a thumb at Joan.
Joan didn't care if they made fun of her. When she got the drink, she gulped half of it down and leaned back in the booth to pull herself together. But with her hand resting in her lap, her tingling pussy wouldn't let her forget.
"I've got to keep from touching myself," she mumbled.
But the liquor only made her feel less in control. She pulled her skirt up and eased a finger against her naked pussy. There in the dark booth, she was sure no one could see her. Her clit needed touching. It needed sucking. It need-ed a man's cock rubbing it.
"What's wrong with me?" Joan whimpered, feeling as if she could no longer control the powerful appetites that lurked inside her body. She had already petted her outer cuntlips apart and was rubbing the juicy, slick flesh deeper in.
Her clit bulged out for a petting, and she gouged it roughly.
She groaned, leaning forward against the edge of the table. Spreading her knees, she began to fuck her fingers in and out of her cunthole. The steamy, musky scent rose to her nostrils and made her hotter yet. She took her glasses off and lay them on the table. She wanted every-thing to be soft and fuzzy. Like her hot little cunt. Taking another drink, she continued to work at the feverish flesh of her pussy, stroking and gouging at herself until she felt tingly and warm all over. She was so engrossed in making herself come, she didn't see the waitress walk up.
"Sorry to bother you, but that guy over there wants to buy you a drink. Is that okay with you?"
"Oh!" Joan cried, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. She was relieved that the girl didn't appear to have noticed what she was doing under the table. "Somebody wants to buy me a drink?"
"Yeah, that guy in the gray suit. The one with the mustache."
"I ... I don't know."
The waitress pushed a hand through her red hair and squinched her nose in a half smile. "He's a regular customer and a pretty nice guy. His name's Hank and he's a lawyer. If you're interested."
"Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let him buy me a drink."
The waitress went away, and when she came back, she had another drink like the one Joan had just finished. Joan smiled across to the bar where the man named Hank sat watching her. After another moment, he came across the room.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Guess not," Joan said, trying to sound as cool as possible.
"My name's Hank Carter."
"I'm Joan." She liked Hank's craggy face and thick wavy hair.
"If I put a quarter in the jukebox would you dance with me?"
"Why not?" she giggled.
Hank was leading her toward the jukebox. A quarter clunked and he chose some songs. Then Joan was pulled onto the small dance floor. She was in his arms, leaning her weight against him. Her hot cunt pressed his hip as he turned her. The rubbing friction made her juicy clit swell between her cuntlips. The tingly excitement burned through her body. She clung closer, feeling the pressure build. She was breathless with lust and drunk from too much booze. Panting, she pulled Hank closer. He couldn't know that she was about to come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As they moved slowly around to the beat of the music, Joan tried to pull herself together. She knew she was in the arms of a stranger, let-ting the gentle rub of his thigh excite her cunt. But she was so hungry for that frenzied release and pleasure that she closed her eyes and didn't think about what was right and wrong. Nobody she knew was in this dark bar. No one would have to know how wet her pussy was and how close she was to coming.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, rubbing her cunt harder against Hank's thigh.
He dug his fingers into the small of her back and breathed into her ear. She knew she was probably getting Hank's pants wet. But Joan didn't care. She felt the crazy, squirmy excitement that she could never control once it got started.
"I think I'd better sit down," she sighed at last, afraid that when she came her knees might not hold her. But a fast song had come on the jukebox and Hank wasn't ready to stop.
"Hang on," he said, spinning her out, then pulling her close against him. Joan sagged with lust, but held on somehow.
"Hold me close," she panted.
"You like the slow sexy ones, don't you?"
"Ohhhh, Hank, I think I need something to drink."
She had stopped dancing and was just clinging to Hank's broad shoulders. Her hips moved gently, rubbing her overheated pussy against him. Hank caressed her ass cheeks, and she felt another thrill surge through her clit.
"Touch me," she said huskily.
"What?" Hank acted as if he hadn't heard her right.
Joan grabbed his hand and pulled it down.
"Christ, you're wet!"
Hank was touching her through her skirt, gently massaging the swollen lips of her pussy. Gently he helped her to the booth and slid in beside her. His fingers caressed her knee then he lifted the hem of her skirt. Joan turned her mouth up to be kissed and felt his tongue go between her teeth just as his middle finger eased into her cunt slit.
"Far out! No panties!"
She moaned, working her hips faster against his touch. He rubbed her clit and petted the soft pink flesh around her fuck-hole until her pussy was opening and closing excitedly.
"Fingerfuck me, Hank," she begged. "Ohhhh, do it now!"
Hank pushed two fingers into her pussy hole, then pulled them slowly out again. In and out, in and out as Joan worked her hips faster against the lovely sensation. She was so close to coming she felt like screaming.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" Joan cried, starting to come.
Hank felt her tremble and jerk, and he kissed her mouth hungrily. "Poor little thing," he said, licking her ear next. "You're so hungry for it you can't wait for cock."
"I'd let you fuck me, Hank. I really would."
Hank unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out. Then he pushed Joan's fingers down so that she could tell how hot he was. The throbbing thick cockshaft made her palm tingle as she began to jerk him. She was coming now, her body squirming and shivering against him. He finger-fucked her steadily as she squeezed his cock hard.
"Baby, you're about to bring my load, too," he groaned, pumping his hips as she jacked his prick. Joan felt his cock throbbing, felt the cockhead fatten against her fingers. She was coming, her head flopping weakly against Hank's shoulder as her clit tingled with pleasure. Hank's prick jerked powerfully then and she heard him moan.
"Ohhhhh, God," she sighed as hot cum burst from his cock.
The spurts sprayed against the underside of the table and dripped down her fingers. She kept jacking his prick as her own pussy tightened around Hank's fingers. She twitched and wiggled and pumped her hips in a final frenzy of excitement as her hand squeezed the hot cum from Hank's big cock.
Joan had a sudden desire to put her mouth around his cock, to let that thick, potent stuff bubble and froth into her mouth. But she shook the impulse away. She let herself go limp in Hank's arms as he caressed her pussy and she pulled rhythmically at his cum-spurting cock. When it was over, they clung to each other, panting softly.
"You're something else," Hank whispered, "to get it on in a bar like this."
"You're ashamed of me," Joan said, remind-ed that she'd only just met this man and that he must think the worst of her.
"Not ashamed, just surprised." Hank kissed her mouth. "I want to get to know you better. Maybe we could stop by my place after this and . . . "
"No," Joan whimpered, pulling away from him. She'd regained her senses now. She knew how she must appear to the handsome stranger. "I've got to go home ... or maybe I should go back to work." Joan was totally confused and still half drunk.
"By the way, where do you work? I'd Like to see you again ..."
"No. I can't see you again. Not after this."
Joan stood up, knocking over her glass. Her hand was sticky with Hank's cum and her pussy was so swollen that it hurt to walk. But she managed to Ump out of the bar and find her car in the lot. She was just starting it when Hank came running up.
"Hey, you can't just disappear like this. Where do you live?"
Joan let out the clutch and peeled rubber as the car bounced off the curb and swerved into traffic. She saw Hank in the rear view mirror waving his arms at her. Tears filled her eyes then, and she jerked the wheel, barely missing another car. By the time she pulled up at her apartment, she was sobbing. She couldn't understand how she'd made such a mess of her life so quickly. She didn't understand the forces and needs that were working inside her.
At home, Joan made herself another drink of cooking wine and ice cubes, slugged half of it down and fell into bed . . .
When she awoke hours later, she had a terrible taste in her mouth and a throbbing headache. She took a couple of aspirins and turned on the shower. The hot water soothed her jangled nerves and the aspirin took care of the headache. But she was still as confused as ever about what was happening to her personal life. She was drying off when she heard Anita come in.
"Feeling better?" Anita asked.
"Maybe a little."
"Some guy was asking for you. He said he found something of yours and that was how he knew where you worked."
Anita handed Joan a folded piece of paper. It was an old receipt from the main library, with her name on it. She figured it must have fallen from her purse while she'd been in the bar.
"Was he tall?"
"Yeah, and good looking." Anita licked her lips. "If you aren't interested, I wouldn't mind trying him out."
"You'd like to try out every man you see, wouldn't you?"
"Better than sitting home with my finger in my cunt."
Joan bit her lip and took a deep breath. She knew that Anita thought she was a prude, and maybe she was.
"I know how you feel about sex," Joan said, "but I'm still scared of what it does to my willpower. It feels so good sometimes that I can't think straight."
"I like it when I can't think straight," Anita laughed. "The way I figure it, a girl shouldn't have to think straight at times like that."
Joan threw her towel angrily into a chair. "You take sex so casually. You don't even seem to mind whether it's Jimmy or Brian making love to you."
"They both have lovely cocks. And they're both good kissers."
"But don't you feel guilty about ..."
Anita brushed a brown curl off Joan's forehead. "Joan, I just never felt wrong about any pleasure that I got into. Even as a little girl, I was like that. Once I was being watched by a neighbor boy while my mom went shopping and he wanted to show me his thing, and I thought it was a great idea. Then when I saw how stiff and big it was, I asked him what a boy was supposed to do with something like that."
Joan stared in disbelief at Anita. "Don't tell me you tried to seduce your babysitter!"
"No, I was just curious. And the boy didn't do anything weird. He just told me what he knew about sex." Anita bit her lip and grinned. "I think about half of what he told me was right."
"Well, my upbringing was different. If anything like that would have happened to me, I would've gone screaming to my mother. I didn't even know males had cocks until I saw a drawing in a biology book."
"Did it excite you?"
"What? You mean the picture? Of course not." Joan wrapped the towel around her and plopped onto the sofa. "Why should it?"
"Well, pictures always excited me," Anita confessed. "My best girlfriend and I used to sneak into his old man's house in town. He was a funny guy with lots and lots of books and he'd be gone to work during the day, and we thought it was daring to climb in a basement window and fool around in there while he was away. Well, one day we found a big picture book. At the time, I had no idea what it was, but now I know it was erotic art. There were statues and drawings and all kinds of stuff. All of it having to do with sex. Every day, my friend and I would sneak back into that man's house and took through that book at all the cocks and cunts and people fucking and sucking ..."
"Just hearing that makes me nervous," Joan said, squirming inside the wraps of her towel.
"Why?"
"What if that old man had come back?"
Anita laughed. "He would have had an eyeful. 'Cause me and my friend would get naked and play with each other on his bed while we looked at that book. Even though neither one of us had a cock, we'd try out the different positions and pretend with our fingers and kiss and rub until we were so hot we didn't know our own names."
Joan shook her head in wonder. "And you never feel guilty or sinful?"
"Heck, no! We couldn't wait to get up each day and get over to old Mr. Cosgrave's house and jimmy the window and take off our clothes and jump in bed with that book."
"It's a wonder he never caught on to what was happening."
"Oh, he did finally," Anita told her. "Even thought we were always careful to straighten everything up and replace the book before we left each day, my friend Bessy ran off without her panties one time. We were afraid to go back after that, afraid that the old man would be waiting for us or something."
"You little fools!" Joan couldn't help smiling through her frown.
"Surely something sexy must've happened to you while you were growing up. I can't believe you never felt a tingle until you were twenty-one."
"I ... I can't remember."
"Try. Think back when you were in grade school or junior high. Something sexy had to have happened. You're too pretty to be ignored by males."
Joan bit her lip. An old memory had surface, something she'd suppressed so long that it now seemed to have happened to another person. But as she recalled the incident, the details became more vivid.
Anita looked at her with curiosity. "You're blushing Joan. Have you remembered something?"
"Yes, but it's nothing you'd be interested in.
It's embarrassing." Joan put her face in her hands. "It's awful!"
"Come on, we're friends. This is what friends are for. To listen to each other. To share the things we can't share with anyone else." Anita slipped an arm around Joan's shoulders.
A rush of emotion made Joan trembled. She knew that it would do her good to tell her friend what was on her mind.
"I was staying at my uncle's farm for a few months during the summer. I remember being uncomfortable with my growing body and the emotions I wasn't used to. Then one morning, the family dog came into my bedroom long before anyone else was up. I liked to play with him and remember letting him under the covers. His name was Blacky and he was a good-sized hound who always hung around with me during the day. But this particular morning he seemed to be more interested in my cunt than anything else. Maybe I smelled good to him or something, I don't know." Joan shivered and gave Anita an embarrassed look. "That dog started licking me. I was naked under my nightie, and at first I didn't realize what was happening. But when it started feeling good, I knew it had to be wrong."
"Silly you."
"I would push the dog away from me, then grab his collar and pull him back. I was half crazy with wanting to experience the pleasure, but too guilty to let myself really enjoy it."
"But you were enjoying it."
"Yes. Blacky really got hungry and I kept spreading my knees apart until I was all opened up for him. His tongue worked up and down my slit and I remember how hot his licking was. I was squirming and panting, and my cunt itched in a way I'd never known. I thought I was having some kind of fit. I thought maybe I'd lost my mind. I even wondered if the dog was really a dog. Maybe some sorcerer had changed himself into that form so he could do those horrible wicked things to my body."
Anita shook her head. "You were really out there. Why didn't you just he back and let the doggy lick you and enjoy it?"
"Well, I was doing that, too. Even though I convinced myself I wasn't. Blacky licked me until I came. Then I came again. Of course, I didn't know I was coming." Joan sighed. "I didn't even know what coming was. I just knew that the shuddery, tingly warmth that went through me was the best thing I'd ever felt in my whole life. But Blacky had gotten so worked up that he had a huge erection."
"You mean a hard-on."
"It was all pink and shiny, and he started messing around Like he wanted to ... " Joan shuddered.
Anita looked eagerly at her. "What happened next?"
"Nothing. I shooed him out of the bedroom and dressed and forgot about the whole thing."
"How can you forget something like that?
"I know it sounds impossible, but I did. I was full of guilt and shame. I knew I had to be the wickedest person on the earth."
Anita hugged her. "You weren't wicked at all. Don't you see now?"
Joan gave Anita a shy smile. "Maybe I'm beginning to. But I still don't like what's been happening to me. I just left a bar where I let a stranger dance with me and put his hands on me and I touched him in a dark, corner booth." Joan shivered at the memory. "I touched his cock."
Anita nodded knowingly. "That must be the guy who came looking for you."
"I hope I never see him again."
"It would do you good to see him again. You need loosening up. And he seems just the guy to do that." Anita raised one dark eyebrow. "I wouldn't mind loosening up with him, myself."
"You're welcome to him. If he comes, tell him I'm not here." Joan got up and hurried toward the bedroom. Shutting the door behind her, she rubbed her damp hair until it was almost dry then pulled on a nightgown and got in bed. She didn't want to think about sex anymore that day. She didn't want to think about anything. She closed her eyes and felt sleep take her . . .
It was some time later when she became aware of the sounds in the room with her. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was dark out-side and that the voices were coming from the bathroom. She sat up suddenly, angry at what she heard. There was a man in there with Anita. She could hear her friend giggling and hear deep male laughter. After a moment, Joan pulled the covers up and clamped a pillow over her head. But she could still hear them and hear the shower going. Then the door flew open and the next thing she knew Anita was pulling the covers back.
"You're getting me wet!" Joan cried.
"Hey, Joan-my old gloomy roomy-why don't you get in the shower with Hank and me? We're having a party and you're invited."
"Hank? Is he here?"
"Sure is. I got a lot in common with Hank. I like sex at least as much as he does."
"You're drunk," Joan snapped, trying to pull the covers up over her again.
"Oh, come on! Hank is really a nice guy and I think he'd be disappointed if you didn't get into the swing with us."
"You seem to be entertaining him well enough."
Anita put her face close to Joan's. "He came to see you. I just happen to be here. A warm cunt, you know what I mean?"
Anita was pulling her up, pulling her out of the bed. Joan resisted, but in the darkness she couldn't see what was happening and Anita wouldn't let her get her glasses. Then a stronger hand was around her arm and she heard Hank's soft but strong voice.
"Hey beautiful, I've been wondering when you'd be through with your beauty sleep. Don't we have some unfinished business?"
"Unfinished business?" Joan dug her heels into the rug and tried to free her arm.
But Hank had an arm around her and his mouth was wet on her neck. She shivered with excitement as his tongue wet the lobe of her ear and his hand smoothed down the front of her nightie.
"Let's take her to the shower!" Anita laughed, her hands pushing Joan in that direction.
"Yeah, a good soaping will loosen her up," Hank laughed.
"You two are drunk. I want you to leave me alone and get out of my apartment."
"Listen to her," Anita said, "after all I've done to help her."
"She's not in her right mind," Hank agreed, wobbling a little from the booze he'd had. Joan felt herself pulled into the brightly lit bathroom, felt her gown being stripped off over her head.
"Christ, what lovely tits she's got," Hank said, reaching out.
Joan tried to bend his fingers backward, but he was too strong. He held her wrists in one big hand while he explored her small, hard tits. Joan whimpered, even as the thrills raced over her skin. She was under the hot spray now and Anita was smearing soapy suds over her back and ass. A finger went between her asscheeks and she tightened her sphincter. Anita pushed a finger into her ass anyway.
"This is fun," the pretty blonde said. "Ever since I've known Joan, I've wanted to do this. And now's my chance."
"My chance, too," Hank said, sliding his hand down to cup Joan's pussy mound.
She gasped with shock as she felt a finger find her clit, then her cunthole. With a groan, she sagged against Hank and Anita as they probed her with eager fingers.
"Ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh stop!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was incredible being pressed between two hot, soapy bodies, to feel hands sliding over her skin and mouths pressing into the crook of her neck or nibbling at her earlobes. What was more incredible was that she was sandwiched between a man and another woman. It shocked and ex-cited Joan. She was dizzy with the pleasure their caresses sent through her.
"Ohhhh, God," she moaned as Hank slid his hard cock up and down her ass cheek, his fingers gently gouging the hot lips of her pussy.
Anita hugged her from the front, her tits pressing Joan's, their nipples bumping together wonderfully.
"She's built like a model, don't you think Hank?"
"Yeah. I like the differences between the two of you. Big tits and little tits. Short and curvy and long and lean. Christ, this is too good to be true."
"What are you going to do to me?" Joan panted as she felt Hank's soapy cock slide between the cheeks of her ass.
"What would you like me to do to you?" he breathed against her ear.
"I... I don't know."
"Tight little asshole you've got. I wonder if I can get inside?"
"Nooooo!"
"I'll hold her," Anita giggled, grabbing her hips.
Hank had Joan's hips too, and when he thrust upwards, she felt her tight asshole stretch open. She tightened down to resist the fuck-thrusts, but Hank's cock was slippery with soap and it fucked easily into her ass. She squirmed at the strange sensation.
"Uhhhhhh," Joan sighed, her eyes closing with the strange thrills.
Her back arched a little as Hank began to ass-fuck her slowly while rubbing her clit from the front. Anita held her face and kissed her full on the mouth. Joan sucked the girl's tongue while Anita caressed her hard, tingling nipples and Hank fucked her in the ass.
A shudder of lust made Joan cling to Anita as the hot spray beat down on them. She ground her cunt against the blonde's cunt, and the movement of her tilting hips made it tighter for Hank.
"Jeeeeesus!" he moaned, digging his fingers into Joan's flat belly as he pulled her back against him.
His prick was into her ass to the hilt and Joan knew that he loved to feel his cock going into her as he pressed against her tensed cheeks.
"I feel so weak," Joan sighed, sagging in Anita's embrace. Hank's strong arms held her up as he fucked in again and again.
"I'm about to lose it," he panted. "She's so fucking tight ..."
"Then stop," Anita ordered, pushing at his chest. We don't want to lose you yet."
Joan felt Hank's thick, hard cock pop free of her ass, then watched as Anita lathered her hands and washed his cock and balls. As the suds grew thicker and covered all that throbbing cockflesh, Joan couldn't help but touch him, too.
"Let me help wash him," she sighed, jacking her fingers up and down his prickshaft.
Then Anita made Hank turn so that the spray splashed the lather away. Joan gazed down at the fat, purplish cockhead and licked her lips.
"Why don't you suck him?" Anita said, pushing Joan's head down.
"No ... I'm not in my right mind. I don't even know what I'm doing."
"Go on, I'm sure Hank would dig it."
"Would I ever!"
"No ..." But Anita had pushed her again and the hot, plump head of Hank's cock pressed between her lips.
"Yeah, you beautiful creature, suck it good."
Joan whimpered, turning her head from side to side, but Hank's slick cocktip was smearing across her lips each time she moved and she found herself trembling, hungry for his prick to be inside her mouth. With a lusty moan, she sucked the fat cockhead onto her tongue and began to stroke it with a steady rhythm. Her smooth tongue slid forward and back against the underside of Hank's cockshaft, then gently caressed the lobes of his prick-knob.
"Damn," he moaned, pumping his hips, pet-ting the sides of Joan's head.
She was kneeling in the shower, the hot water pounding down over her shoulders and back while she bobbed her head forward and back. Her throat worked as she sucked harder and her small, thin hands encircled Hank's hot cockshaft, squeezing and massaging his fucker.
"Squeeze his balls," Anita whispered, enjoying the spectacle.
"You do," Hank gasped, "and it'll be over. Joan's got the nicest mouth I've ever had my cock in."
Joan cooed through flared nostrils, her lips sucking tightly around his prickshaft, her teeth biting into his fat, feverish cockhead. Flicking her tongue, she felt his cock jerk.
"He's gonna come if you keep sucking," Anita said, rubbing Hank's ass.
Joan felt so strange. She was sucking a stranger's cock, a man she'd known for only a few hours. But she was remembering the sharp, salty taste of Jimmy's cum and how it had excited her when the thick spurts filled her mouth. She wanted to taste cum again.
"No!" Hank cried, pulling his prick free of her mouth. "I want to get into her pussy. If she can suck like that, she must be the best fuck on the planet."
"I'll hold her," Anita giggled, hooking her arms through Joan's and forcing her elbows back.
Putting his arms around both of them, Hank slid his cock along Joan's cunt slit while he kissed her tits, then he worked his way up to her mouth. She whimpered and tried to avoid his lips, but she wanted the kiss, too. When his tongue slipped between her teeth, she sucked at it like she'd sucked at his fat cock. Between the inner lips of her pussy, she felt his slick cockhead rubbing, teasing.
"Put it in me," she heard myself say.
She was floating in a sex dream, wanting the sensations to go on forever. The big man shuddered with desire and grasped her dancing hips.
"God, do I want to fuck you!"
"Then fuck me!" Joan cried, her eyes closing, her mouth slack.
Hank's fuck-thrust took her feet off the floor. She dangled there kicking, caught on his big hard cock.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, bucking and twisting in the air, her feet still swinging above the tiled floor of the shower.
"God!" Anita breathed. "He really got deep. Can't you feel him inside you?"
"Ohhhh, yes," Joan sighed, her hips lurching and rocking.
She draped her arms around Hank's shoulders as she squirmed and twisted her slender body in his embrace. He caught one of her small white tits in his mouth and sucked the nipple hard as he fucked her. His feet were spread wide to support her weight, and Joan could feel his strength and excitement.
His big hands spread under her ass cheeks and he moved her around on his cock. The movements made her pussy squeeze tighter. Then rippling spasms began which sucked at Hank's hard, hot cock. Hank groaned with pleasure and found Joan's mouth.
"When you're not acting like a prude, you fuck like you invented it," he whispered, biting her lips and chin, then forcing his tongue deep between her teeth.
Anita had been watching them, petting them, urging them on with suggestive whispers. Now she cupped Hank's balls and began to squeeze them gently and rhythmically. He groaned and-fucked in a frenzy, letting Joan's ass wiggle and shiver as his cock plowed in and out of the velvety plush heat of her pussy. He was lifting her up and down and his strong arms rippled with the effort. Joan felt faint with lust. She felt herself being gently raised, then lowered onto the rigid, throbbing cock that reached to her womb when it was all the way in her.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!" she gasped, spit leaking from the corner of her mouth.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Hank breathed. "Your cunt is so fine!"
"Give it to her," Anita whispered, squeezing his balls faster. "Give her a cunt full of hot cum, Hank!"
"Yeah," he said. "I really want to."
"Spurt in me!" Joan begged, licking his chin and mouth. "I'm gonna come, too!"
Crying out with excitement, Joan felt the rippling waves of pleasure building deep inside her-pussy. Little waves of passion built into huge spasms of ecstasy that made her buck and twist and tremble. She bent her knees and hooked her heels at the small of Hank's back as he kept lifting her ass up and down, as his big, hard prick stabbed into her juicy fuck-hole again and again.
She could feel the power breaking loose in-side Hank's body. He began to kiss her more hungrily and his fingers dug deep into her flesh. Joan raked his hard, muscled ass cheeks with her heels and licked his neck. She was squirming and twisting and rocking her hips so that her tight pussy smeared her hot juices against his prick and sucked at the pulsating cocktip that kept gouging her womb.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Hank panted, his knees shaking.
"He's gonna come," Anita said, kneeling to watch as she kept squeezing and fondling the big man's balls.
"Ohhhhhh, I can feel it!" Joan cried as the first hot spurt of his cum burst into her pussy.
She went crazy then, flopping and trembling and arching her back as Hank's big cock shot hot cum into her cunt. She tightened her velvety pussy around his cock, pulling at the potent cream he was spurting. Hank clung to her body and thrust his fucker up into her. Anita kept squeezing and fondling his balls . . .
It was later, after they'd dried off and fallen into the bed, that Joan came awake to the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. When she peeked out of the covers, she saw Hank on his back and Anita straddling him. She rode him like a horse, swaying forward to let his big cock slide out of her pussy, then settling down on it with squirmy movements and a look of bliss on her face.
"Ohhhh, when it gets in deep, I feel like I could keep it there forever."
"Baby, I wouldn't mind that, either."
Hank pulled one of her big, soft tits to his mouth and sucked her nipple. Joan didn't let them know she was watching. She was fascinated by the glossy look of Hank's cock as it came out of Anita's cunt, and the way the pretty girl's dripping cuntal folds fitted around his cock. Then Anita sank back again and was penetrated to the hilt.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, wiggling happily.
Joan couldn't guess what made her throw back the covers and crawl over towards the panting lovers. Perhaps it was the look of passion on Anita's face and the smile on Hank's. She had a sudden desire to be a part of their fucking. She wanted attention, and she wanted to give some, too.
She inched forward on her knees until her cunt was directly over Hank's face and she could put her hands on Anita's shoulders. Anita looked into her eyes, obviously surprised by Joan's boldness.
"Come to join us?"
"Yes. I want to ... to kiss you!"
Anita pressed her mouth against Joan's and they moaned and petted each other as their tongues played. Joan could feel Hank's breath on her pussy from below and began to lower herself down until his tongue lashed out across her cunt slit.
Joan groaned, rocking her hips, pressing down even harder. Her plush, velvety pussy opened around Hank's hungry mouth. She felt his lips and his teeth. She felt his tongue on her clit, then touching the tight edges of her cunt-hole. Meanwhile, Anita continued to rock back and forth over Hank's hard cock, fucking herself deeply, then pulling her tight pussy off of him with excruciating slowness.
Joan could smell Anita's feverish pussy as she rocked with her. She could smell her own cunt too, and the sounds of Hank feasting on her own hot pussy made her weak with lust.
"Ohhhh, if I had ever thought I'd be doing something like this ..."
"Aren't you glad you are?" Anita asked, kissing Joan passionately again.
Anita caressed Joan's small tits and pinched her nipples. The sound of Hank's huge cock fucking into Anita's cunt excited Joan and she squirmed a little faster, opening her pussylips so Hank could devour every soft, slick inch of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," Joan sighed, liking the sound of the word. "Ohhhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"I'm coming!" Anita whimpered, twisting to the side, then arching her back and jerking for-ward. Her big tits quivered against Joan's small, firm ones. "Ohhhhh, Joan, kiss me on the mouth. Suck my tongue!"
Joan held Anita's head and kissed her hungrily as her pretty friend writhed atop Hank's rigid cock. Joan put her fingers down to touch the place Anita's pussy was clasping tightly around his prick. She could feel the spasms, could feel the muscles contractions deep inside Anta's body as her cunt sucked and squeezed Hank's prick.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Joan sighed, feeling her own pussy tingling with the same pleasure. She was going to come, too. Hank's tongue and teeth and lips were pulling her quickly into that trembling frenzy where nothing mattered but the pleasure.
Hank moaned, licking and nibbling Joan's hot cunt. Then he was sucking her clit hard, his tongue ravishing the tender nub until Joan screamed and bucked and came harder than she'd ever come in her life.
Joan barely remembered rolling off of Hank's face. She heard muted conversation and smelled fresh cum. Some of it dripped onto her belly as Hank crawled across her. Later, she was sandwiched between Anita and Hank. She felt their caresses, enjoyed their kisses and fondling. Then she slept.
It was the smell of coffee that brought her awake. She realized that she'd slept all night without awakening. She felt rested and clear-headed. But when she swung her legs out of bed, the soreness between her legs and the spots of dried cum on her body reminded her that she should feel guilty.
The door opened and Hank's smiling face appeared.
"Want some coffee?"
"Yes, I would," Joan said, pulling the sheet up to hide her nakedness. "I'll be there in a second." She found her robe and gave her hair a quick brushing before joining Hank in the kitchen. He put a steaming cup before her and gave her a warm look.
"When I came over to see you, I didn't expect things to take off quite like they did," he said.
He had a towel around his waist and Joan couldn't help but admire his strong chest and shoulders. But she blushed at his words.
"You must think I'm ... "
"I don't think anything bad about you at all. I think we can blame your roommate Anita for things getting crazy." Hank grinned. "Or should we thank her?"
"Anita has different ideas about things than I do," Joan said quickly.
"I sure didn't see anything wrong with your instincts last night."
Joan looked down and chewed her lip. "I had the instincts of an animal last night. A rutting animal."
"You're beautiful when you rut."
"You're making fun of me."
"If I am, I'm making fun of myself, too. I couldn't get enough of you."
"You spent plenty of time with Anita, too."
"She's a damned good lay, but if I had a choice, I'd be with you."
A shiver of excitement went through Joan's cunt.
"I've never done anything like I did last night. When it comes to sex, I'm a little frightened. I don't mind admitting it."
"You certainly didn't seem frightened last night. I loved it when you knelt over my face and pushed your pussy down ..."
Joan waved her hand. "Please don't bring it up again. I can hardly believe that was me doing those things."
"Would you consider doing them again?" Hank's brown eyes were serious. "With me?"
Joan got up from the table, spilling her coffee. "I don't feel like talking about it."
"Then have dinner with me tonight. I could pick you up at six."
Joan glanced around. "I thought you and Anita might ..."
"Anita went out hours ago, if that's what's bothering you. I asked you to dinner, not her." Hank went to her and pulled her into his arms. The towel fell from his hips.
"You'd better get dressed and leave," Joan told him.
"Only if you'll promise to go to dinner with me."
"I promise," Joan said, feeling his lips brush her neck and then her ear. "Now go!"
CHAPTER NINE
Joan had just gotten rid of Hank and gone to take a shower when she heard the door bell ring again. Anita was always forgetting to take her key with her, so Joan guessed that was who it was. Wrapping a towel around her, she went to see. She was shocked to find Brian standing there, his long hair tousled as if he'd been running. The dragon tattoo on his arm reminded her of what they'd done together that day in the library and later in her apartment.
"Who was that guy who just left here?"
"You've been spying on me?"
"Maybe I have." Brian tried to push inside but Joan blocked him.
"I'm taking a shower. Couldn't you call me later?"
"It's Saturday and I thought you might like to go for a drive somewhere. Or do you have a new boyfriend? I noticed he was driving a pretty fancy car."
"I don't have any boyfriend at all." She was irritated by his possessiveness. "Now if you'll please let me finish my shower."
"Want me to scrub your back?"
"Brian, please." Joan put her shoulder against the door and forced it shut.
Back in the shower again, she realized that seeing Brian had affected her more than she would have thought possible. She remembered his mouth on her cunt and how it had excited her so intensely. Did having her pussy eaten sub-consciously remind her of that first sexual trauma of her youth? The time the dog had licked her? Joan shivered, remembering.
Tongues could make a woman's pussy feel so damned good. It wasn't fair for men to take ad-vantage of such a weakness. But she realized too that some men actually lusted after cunt flesh. They wanted to put their mouths against a woman's messy cunt. She wondered what pussy must taste like. Before long, she was thinking of Anita's pussy. Joan shook the thoughts away and scolded herself for being so perverse.
Five minutes later, Anita burst into the apartment with a bag of groceries.
"Hey, I see you're up. Thought I'd pick up a few things for our breakfast." Anita's eyes narrowed and she gave Joan a mischievous grin. "Or have you already had breakfast?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that Brian was hanging around outside when I parked, and he acted like he'd seen you and wanted to see you again. I figured maybe you'd had a quickie while I'd been shopping."
"I wouldn't let him in."
Joan started water boiling. Her hands were shaking, but not because of Brian. She couldn't take her eyes off her pretty roommate. She was especially excited by the way Anita's tight jeans pulled up into her plump cunt. Joan could see each cuntlips clearly defined under the faded denim. Anita turned quickly enough to notice, and a big grin spread on her face. She came over to stand before Joan, her bright playful eyes excited.
"Something on your mind you'd like to tell me?"
"No ... I ..."
"Don't hide it. If we're friends, we can tell each other anything, can't we?"
Joan smiled weakly. "I guess we are friends, aren't we? I've been thinking that it's kind of nice to have someone around to confide in."
Joan took a deep breath. "Remember what we talked about the other day when we were discussing my hang-ups?"
"You mean about the dog licking you?"
"Yes. We talked about how men like to do that too, and I realized that I was curious."
"Curious about what?" Anita asked, the anticipation showing on her face.
Joan turned her head away. "Oh, I can't say it. It sounds perverse."
"Nothing is perverse if it doesn't hurt anybody. Tell me."
Joan bit her lip and nodded. "Well, I've hardly ever looked at myself down there and I guess I've always thought there was something messy and strange about a woman. I could never understand why a man would want to kiss a woman's cunt. Then we talked about what happened to me when I was young and other things, and now I have this crazy desire to ... "
"Go on," Anita urged, "say it."
"I've got this crazy urge to look at your cunt . . . and maybe even touch it."
"And maybe even lick it?" Anita suggested.
Joan's cheeks went red and she closed her eyes. "Yes. It's awful isn't it? How can you even stand there and listen?"
"Because I'd love for you to do that. I'd love to do it to you, too."
"You would?" Joan shivered, then she hugged Anita close. -"Let's go to bed."
It took them only seconds to strip and jump into the bed. Joan hugged her naked friend close, loving the way the girl's big tits felt against her smaller ones. Then they kissed passionately and for a long time, exploring each other's mouth with their tongues until their cunts were throbbing and wet.
"God, you got me hot so fast," Anita panted, caressing Joan's shoulders and arms.
"You're so soft. You smell good, too."
"I do?"
"Yes. I used to think that a woman smelled bad. That she had to cover all that musky scent with perfume or something. Now I love your aroma. It's strong and sexy, and kind of wild."
"Yours is, too. You're a lot wilder than you thought, isn't that true?"
"It was all smothered down inside me I guess," Joan confessed. "But I still feel that what we're doing can't be right. It feels too good."
"Just reverse that and you'll never have any problems. It's good because it feels good."
Anita kissed each of Joan's tits, lingering on her nipples until the brown nubs were swollen and hot. Joan wallowed them against her room-mate's wet mouth, moaning loudly as her pussylips swelled flatly and the juice leaked from her cunt slit. When she ran a hand down under Anita's cunt mound, she found that her pussy was just as wet.
"Lick me," Anita begged huskily.
"Yes! I want to!"
Joan slipped down over Anita's body and pushed her thighs apart. As her cuntlips parted with a soft wet sound, Joan could see the sensitive pink pussy flesh and the juice glistening on her inner folds and around her clit. The musky aroma made her dizzy. She petted the furred edges of Anita's cunt and eased her mouth down against the heat. Anita arched her back and rocked her hips, smearing pussy juice across Joan's chin and lips.
"Uhhhhhh," she groaned, shivering with the pleasure Joan was making her feel.
"Am I doing it right?" Joan asked.
"Oh, Christ! Are you ever!"
"Like this?"
Joan flicked Anita's clit slowly, barely touching the nub of pink flesh. The little swell bulged out and fattened against her licking. She licked harder, and Anita made a choking sound and went rigid.
"Ohhhhh Joan, you're wonderful!"
Joan was excited by Anita's groans and movements and she found that the slick, messy heat of Anita's pussy didn't bother her as much as she'd expected. She loved the way her lips slipped over the satiny cunt folds.
"Mmmmmmm!" her friend moaned, hunching her ass up and down against Joan's steady licking.
"You taste nice," Joan sighed.
Then she buried her mouth in Anita's cunt again, stretching her cunt lips wide with her fingers so she could even deeper. She tasted the salty heat of Anita's fuck-hole and slid her tongue into it. Anita shuddered and held her breath. Joan began to tongue-fuck her slowly, using her upper Up to pet the girl's clit. Anita dug her fingers into Joan's hair. "Goddamn!"
"You're shivering," Joan said.
"I can't help it. The way you're eating my cunt. . . ohhhhh!"
"If I were a man, I'd want to fuck you. That's an awful thing to say, isn't it?"
"It's beautiful. If you were a man, I'd let you." Anita gently urged Joan's head down again. "Don't stop now."
"Yummmmmm," Joan murmured, wallowing her open mouth against Anita's cunt.
The juice smacked and slurped as she sucked and licked her friend's cunt, then fucked her tongue deep again. Joan was really getting into cunt-lapping.
"Let me lick you, too," Anita said, twisting around on the bed until the two of them were in a sixty-nine position. Joan felt her thighs pushed apart, felt Anita's hot tongue exploring the plush line of her cunt slit. Then the licking went suddenly deeper and her clit was sucked and licked.
Joan licked Anita at the same time, her own subtle movements matching her friend's. The two of them ate each other noisily, rolling around on the bed, squirming and rubbing their hot cunts against each other's mouth.
"Just look at us," Joan sighed. "We're awful!" But she was smiling, loving every second of her awfulness.
"I think you seduced me," Anita said, "pretending you didn't want a roommate, then making sure you wore a sexy nightie that first time."
"You seduced me!" Joan protested, pressing her open mouth harder against Anita's hot cunt.
That silenced the pretty blonde for a while. She twisted and bucked and licked Joan back as the two of them moved closer to that final throbbing ecstasy they needed so badly.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" Joan whimpered, then she sucked Anita's clit between her lips.
"Me, too!" Anita cried, pumping her ass with frenzied, jerky movements.
Joan rolled onto her back so that Anita's spread thighs were on each side of her face. She was really getting deep now, her tongue probing and jabbing at her roommate's dripping, throbbing pussy. And Anita was holding Joan's cunt open with both hands, her teeth and tongue and lips ravishing the tender parts until Joan was squirming under her like a snake. Joan could feel Anita's big tits against her belly, just as her own were pressed flat by Anita's weight. The shuddering thrills ran through both of them as they licked faster.
"Ohhh!" Anita cried.
"Ahhhhh," Joan moaned. "God . . . gonna . . . come ..."
"Yeah!"
With legs flailing, heels digging at the mat-tress, Joan felt her pussy contracting around the probing jabs of Anita's tongue. She felt the consuming jolts of ecstasy rush through every nerve. She felt her breathing tighten and saw swirling lights when she closed her eyes. She dug her fingers into the backs of Anita's thighs and closed her teeth down on a slippery cunt-lip while her tongue kept rubbing the girl's clit.
Anita screamed. She was coming, too! They were both coming and sucking each other and writhing in frenzied lust on the bed.
Joan lay there a long time afterwards, happy and exhausted. Anita turned and crawled up over her, and they held each other in a gentle embrace. Joan kissed her roommate's mouth and hugged her and after a while felt herself dozing off. For the first time in her life, she felt absolutely no guilt after sex. It was a strange, somewhat frightening emotion. Did that mean that she had no controlling rules in her life now? Before she could work that problem out, she was asleep And as she slept, she dreamed. She dreamed of herself standing naked in front of hundreds of good-looking men. She dreamed that they were waiting to worship her body. They were waiting to eat her pussy. As she lay there with her long, slender legs pulled back and her cuntlips spread, each sexy male lowered his mouth to her pussy and licked her until she came. Then the pleasure would begin again. Time after time, she came with a whimpering cry of pleasure. And there was always another mouth waiting, another tongue to lick her. Some of the men liked to suck her clit hard, others teased it more gently with their tongues. Some nibbled and bit at her plump, feverish pussylips. Others just wallowed their mouths against her cunt until she shuddered and cried out again and came for the hundredth time . . .
Joan awoke suddenly, aware that she was alone. She pushed herself up and saw that, though Anita wasn't in the room, she'd left her clothes in a pile on the floor. With a smile, Joan lay back again. Soon her roommate would come back to bed, and maybe they'd hug and kiss some more. But then Joan heard Anita's excited voice from the next room. Pulling her robe around her shoulders, Joan went to see what was happening. She found Anita sitting on the floor, the telephone cradled in her lap.
"Yeah, all four of us. Don't you think it would work? I've already checked with Brian, and he said it was okay with him."
"Anita!" Joan said, coming across to her. Anita looked up and made a shushing motion with her hand.
"Gotta go! I'll see you at seven tonight then?" Anita made a kissing noise into the phone. "Good. Bye."
"What in the hell was that all about?" Joan asked, glaring down.
"Just arranging a little party," Anita said, looking sheepish. Then she laughed. "Well, since you've worked through so many of your hang-ups, I thought we might as well move on to the next stage."
"Which is?"
"A foursome."
"A foursome? You mean two guys and you and me?"
"Yeah. Hank and Brian. I guess they had a beer together today after following each other around-and they decided they had more in common than they had to fight about."
Joan threw her hands up. "Oh sure, they have a lot in common! They've fucked us half silly!"
"But a foursome would really be interesting. It's wild to get two couples going at each other, Joan. You'll see."
"I'm not going to see. There's a limit to my liberation."
"Aw, come on. Wouldn't you like to feel Hank's big cock sliding into you again? And how about Brian? He's like a little pussy when it comes to you. he'd do anything you say."
An unexpected shiver ran through Joan's body. She bit her lower lip.
"I wouldn't know how to act. I think I'd be embarrassed to death to have people watching me get laid."
"We won't just be watching each other. We'll be doing other things."
"What kind of things?"
"Fun things. Like I did when you were get-ting a good hard one from Hank in the shower. That was a threesome, Joan, so having Brian over would only be adding one more."
"I don't know. It seems so ... "
"Sexy."
"Scary."
"But you'll do it, won't you?"
"Damn you, you've got me in deep again."
Anita grabbed her and kissed her sloppily on the mouth. "Oh, I knew you would. This is gonna be fun. Lots and lots of fun!"
CHAPTER TEN
An hour before Hank and Brian were to ar-rive, Anita made a couple of drinks. And when she was sure that Joan was feeling hers, she dragged her into the bedroom.
"I really want to blow their minds," she said. "These guys have never had a party like this and I want to really go all out."
"What do you mean exactly?" Joan asked, a little wobbly from the strong scotch on the rocks.
"We're gonna dress to kill."
"I've never been much with sexy dressing," Joan protested. "I guess I'm conservative when it comes to clothes."
"This isn't the library. Tonight I'm going to put us together a real fetching ensemble." Anita went to one of the suitcases she hadn't yet un-packed and dug through it. When she tossed the silky things on the bed, Joan's heart jumped.
"This is for me?" she asked, holding up the skimpy string panties of red silk and the sleeveless silk top that barely covered her navel.
"And I've got the same outfit in pale blue for me. When we open the door and Brian and Hank walk in and see us decked out Like this, they're gonna cream their jeans."
"I'll be blushing."
"That won't matter. I'm going to paint your toenails too, and your fingernails. I'm going to make you up like a wet dream come true."
"I'm still not too sure I want to go through with all this," Joan said, taking a hefty slug from her scotch.
"Just leave the details to me," Anita assured her. "Come on and sit down on the bed while I get out my make-up."
Forty-five minutes later, Joan looked at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head in disbelief. "I didn't know I could even look like that."
"I didn't do much. Just highlighted your natural beauty. A little eye shadow here, a bit of mascara there. You look great!"
Joan tugged at the short nightie top and her nipples poked out the silk. "I don't even feel dressed. Isn't this going to make them a little uncomfortable?"
"Yeah, their jeans are going to be too damned tight. They'll be dying to get out of them."
"We're not all just going to run into the bedroom and jump in the sack without a few minutes of conversation, are we?"
"The conversation won't amount to much," Anita giggled, "if I know these guys like I think I do."
"I think I need another drink."
Anita went to the kitchen and poured them a couple more. "Just think, two big throbbing cocks at our disposal. We can romp and play until the cum flies and then romp and play some more." She handed Joan a glass.
"My tits aren't as big as yours, and I don't know as many moves. You're sexier than ..."
"Bullshit. All men don't like big tits. And anyhow, Hank and Brian have already proven that they're crazy to get into your panties. So don't go pulling that not-good-enough crap with me anymore."
"You must feel so soft and plush to them."
"Yeah, but when they're fucking you, they can feel your trim little hips plunging and rocking. They can feel you tremble better. Listen, when I'm hugging you, it sure turns me on."
The doorbell rang, and Joan just about dropped her glass. "Oh God, they're here."
"I can't wait for them to see us," Anita said, hurrying to the door, her big tits bouncing under the sheer blue silk of her baby doll top.
Joan turned just as the two men sauntered in. When Hank saw her, he just about dropped the six-pack he was carrying, then he glanced at Anita and he drew in a breath.
"Is this really happening to us, podner?" he asked Brian. Brian had leaned against the wall and looked dazed. He turned from Anita to Joan. When at last he'd regained his composure, he licked his lips.
"We must be living right, my friend. Or else we've died and gone to heaven."
"Angels don't dress like this," Hank laughed. "Let's have a beer."
The four of them lounged around on the sofa, making small talk and grinning. Joan realized that they all knew what was coming-and yet no one wanted to rush things. When Brian and Hank had gone to get something in the kitchen, Joan whispered in Anita's ear.
"Don't you feel bad that Jimmy's been left out?"
"Somebody had to go," her roommate said, "and this time it was Jim. He'll have a turn later, so let's not worry about him too much. It's not like the poor guy never gets any pussy."
"When it's time to go to bed, which guy do I get first and which guy ..."
"Let's just let it happen naturally," Anita said. "More fun that way."
"I'm getting scared again. Hand me my scotch."
When the guys came back, the four of them eased into the bedroom as easily as if it had been planned. Brian put his arm around Joan and Hank grabbed into Anita. Joan shivered as Brian kissed her ear, then he whispered to her.
"The way you pushed me back out the door this morning, I thought you were really pissed."
"I was confused," Joan told him. "I'm glad you're here now."
"Me, too. Can't you tell?" He motioned toward the crotch of his jeans.
When Joan looked, she saw how the thin denim was all pushed out. But this time she didn't blush or feel weird. She just laughed and parted his cock-bulge.
"Why don't we let him loose? I think I'd like to kiss him."
"You would?" Brian swallowed hard and began jerking his belt loose. They sat on the bed and Joan worked his Levi's down. Meanwhile, Hank was fondling Anita's big tits through the thin blue silk of her top.
"Ohhhh, bite me!" Anita groaned, digging her fingers into Hank's brown curls. "Ohhhhh, God, Hank, that's nice! Ohhhh, keep doing that!"
Joan jerked on Brian's briefs and as they slipped down, his big cock bobbed up and slapped her under the chin. She laughed and caught the thick, hot cockshaft in both hands. Her nostrils flared with excitement as she smelled his musky scent. Gingerly, she slid his foreskin back to expose the throbbing, glistening head of his cock. It was a dusky blue, and as she lowered her lips to kiss him there, he let out a long sigh.
"To see your red lips around my cock . . . ahhhhhh, baby!"
"I hope you don't mind a little lipstick on you."
"Love it."
"You're bigger than I remember. And what I remember was plenty big."
"Guess I'm a little overexcited today. Thought maybe I wasn't going to get to see you again-then suddenly I'm part of the family."
"Like I said, I was mixed up. I just didn't know how much I like to suck cock."
Joan let her lips slide out around Brian's flared cocktip and then back along his cockshaft. Her saliva dripped down his balls as he bobbed forward and back on his prick. Glancing across to the other side of the bed, Joan saw Hank chewing at the silk crotch of Anita's string panties. Anita's head was thrown back and her eyes closed. As Hank lifted the crotchband away with his teeth, it came unstuck from Anita's pussy with a wet sound. She humped her back down into the bed and rocked her hips.
"I need a man to eat me," she groaned, her tongue touching her upper hp as she watched Hank's reaction.
Hank growled and buried his mouth deep in the plush, steamy folds of Anita's pussy.
While Joan was watching this, she kept bobbing her head, letting the plush O of her lips slide up and down Brian's cockshaft. She was taking his cockhead into her throat now and though it gagged her a little, she squelched the urge to choke and kept sucking. "Oh, baby, you're the best!"
"Mmmmmuuuuhhhhh," Joan moaned through her nostrils, her tongue flicking and pet-ting his prick.
"Oh, God! Doesn't it excite you to watch her suck Brian?" she panted.
"I'm too busy eating you," Hank told Anita, his tongue finding her clit again. He pressed her full, firm thighs back farther so he could work his mouth deeper into her pussy.
Joan had both hands on Brian's balls now, squeezing them gently, feeling them slip around in their hot sac. She'd never thought of a man's balls as sexy, but now they were really turning her on. She could imagine them full of cum and knew that if she kept doing what she was doing, she'd get a mouthful.
"Uhhhhhh," Anita moaned, kicking her feet over her head.
Hank growled and burrowed between her cunt lips. His chin and lips were glossy with the blonde's slickness, and a musky scent filled the air.
Joan let Brian roll her onto her back. He was above her now, bending forward on his knees as he fucked her mouth. Though she was afraid at first, Joan realized Brian was being careful not to go too deep. He moved slowly, his cockshaft sliding into the soft, wet O of her lips until she had his prick-knob in her throat. Then he'd pull back just as slowly, his eyes closing with pleasure as her tongue danced and teased along the underside of his cockshaft. Brian's heavy balls bumped her chin and made her realize just how deep she was taking him. Even when her throat closed around his fucker, she still didn't choke. She just kept sucking, her tongue ravishing and caressing the tender, throbbing flesh of his hard cock.
"I don't believe this," Anita sighed, rolling over to be closer to the action. Hank kept eating her pussy as she watched Brian's prick slide slowly into Joan's mouth until his balls touched her chin. Anita murmured her surprise again. "How do you do that? I've sucked a lot of cock and I've never been able to take a big one that deep. You're a natural!"
"Yhhhuummmmm," Joan moaned, her throat working as she sucked hungrily at the fat prick that rode slickly along her tongue.
"He's gonna give you a mouthful," Anita warned, her eyes wide with anticipation. "He can't last much longer, the way you're sucking him."
"God damn!" Brian gasped, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Don't finish him off yet," Anita cried, pulling Brian back so that his cock flopped free of Joan's hot mouth. "I want to feel him in my pussy."
Though Joan was a little pissed that Anita had taken her man, she was excited by her friend's sudden need to be fucked by the cock she'd been sucking. Anita had Brian on his back now and was straddling his waist. But in her haste, she couldn't get his cock in her cunthole.
"I'D help," Joan said, grabbing the spit-wet cockshaft and bending it at just the right angle so that she could watch Brian's swollen cocktip plow open Anita's pink pussylips.
With a slurping, sexy sound, he fucked into her. Anita wiggled her hips and let her weight down. Joan gave a cry of excitement as she watched the hard, glistening cockshaft disappearing up into her friend's plump pussy.
Before she knew what was happening, Joan felt something touching her ass. She was on her hands and knees and Hank had grabbed her hips and pushed his cock up against her pussy. So as she watched Anita rise and fall on Brian's stiff prick, another cock was suddenly thrust in-to her dripping pussy.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, her back arching as Hank fucked her with quick thrusts.
With one hand, he began to stroke her small tits, bringing the nipples out harder than ever. With his other hand, he gently caressed her cht, rubbing the nub back into its hood, then urging it out again. Joan shivered with the expert handling she was getting. And all the while, a hot stiff cock was fucking into her swollen cunt, making her juices leak down the insides of her thighs.
"Ohhhh, I'm really getting fucked good!" Joan panted, her head drooping down between her arms.
"Me, too!" Anita gasped, rocking forward until Brian's cock was almost free of her pussy, then settling back onto it with squirmy, excited movements. "And I've got another idea."
Joan couldn't believe she was letting Anita talk her into another hook-up, but before she could protest, the arrangement had taken place. Now Joan leaned down to Brian's cock as Hank continued to fuck her from behind. As she popped the juice-slick head of Brian's prick in-to her mouth, Anita settled her pussy down on his face. Sucking Brian's cock as she was being fucked in the pussy made Joan squirm and tremble. And as she sucked, she watched Brian's up-turned face deep in the juicy, steamy heat of Anita's cunt. She was spread out with her knees wide on the mattress, her big tits pinched in her hands while her pussy was sucked.
Joan bobbed forward, letting Brian's cock fuck into her throat like before. But this time a cock also fucked into her cunt to the hilt each time. The rhythm of their sucky-fucky grew faster as Anita wriggled and watched them, her cunt juice streaming down Brian's cheeks.
"Oh, baby!" Hank groaned at last. "I'm gonna lose it in about five seconds."
Joan could feel his throbbing prick deep in-side her pussy. She was so excited that her cunt muscles were contracting with quick spasms around his prick, sucking for the thick cum-load he held inside his balls. The cock in her mouth was throbbing, too. The prickhead was so fat she could hardly get it into her throat anymore and, as she pressed her tongue between the plump lobes of Brian's prickhead, she felt the little contractions that would soon pump his hot cum into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, too!" Anita cried, wriggling in a frenzied dance of pleasure as she mashed her stretched cunt down against Brian's open mouth.
Hank's fingers dug into Joan's hips as he pulled her ass back against him and fucked his prick into her pussy. The cockhead bulged and her pussy clasped it. She cried out as her clit exploded from his steady caresses. And inside her body, she was coming just as hard as her cunt flesh sucked at the huge, hot cock.
Hank cursed, and she felt the first strong spurt of his cum. Joan's cheeks sucked in as she slurped at Brian's prick. It jerked against the roof of her mouth and suddenly she was having to swallow the hot, rich cock cream that jet-ted into her throat. A froth bubbled out of her nostrils as she worked to gulp everything down. And as she swallowed cum, Hank was fucking her from behind, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, lubricated by his own slick cum. The hot fuck-slime poured down her thighs, and he dipped his fingers in the spill and spread it up against her belly and tits.
Anita screamed again as she kept coming against Brian's mouth. She fondled her own big tits and arched her back so that her nipples jutted up proudly. Her belly heaved.
"I'm coming so g-g-g-good!" she cried.
As Joan came, she began to flop and wiggle until she fell forward, pulling free of Hank's big cock. Now his spurting cum sprayed over her back and she rolled over to take the hot spatter on her face and tits. Brian's cock was close to her mouth though, and she kept licking it, watching each bubbling eruption of cum jump into the air and fall across her nipples. She was taking a cummy shower and it felt wonderful.
Anita laughed and got into the fun. Cupping the hot stuff in her hands, she smeared it over Joan's shoulders and face, then coated her own tits. Each woman had a cock in her hand as they jerked more cum from Brian and Hank and coated their bodies with the strong-smelling stuff. Hank grabbed Joan at last, rolled her on-to her back and fucked his cock back into her pussy for one last spurt. Anita rolled onto her back and spread her thighs for Brian to do the same. He gave a shuddery moan as he fucked into her to the balls and spurted.
For a long time they lay tangled in each other's embrace, panting and giggling.
Joan was the first to free herself and get out of bed. She made it to the kitchen and popped a beer. She was so weak that she had to lean against the counter as she gulped the cool suds. The cum was drying on her skin now and when she bent her arm, it cracked and looked weird. She could hardly believe she had done what she had. It was almost as if another person had taken over her body while the prude of her former self watched in amazement.
"I want to fuck some more," she said aloud, shocked that she could even think the words, much less say them.
"If you want to fuck, I think I can take care of that."
Joan turned with a start to see Brian leaning in the doorway. But his cock drooped limply down one thigh, big as it was. She pointed and smothered a laugh.
"With that?"
Brian pushed curly locks off his forehead and came across the room. "Give me a few minutes. Maybe a beer would help, too."
Joan opened one for him and handed it over. They kissed tenderly, and she felt the thrill return. There was something about Brian that could get her going. She traced the outline of his tattoo with her forefinger.
"I'm glad you came," she said softly, then laughed at the unintended pun.
"I'm glad we both came. But I'd like to make you come anytime you need it." He touched the silky short hair around her ears. "You're like a freshly blooming flower, and I figure you're only just beginning."
"I don't know. I might get freaked out and go back to my old prudish ways."
"Never. Not after the fun you've been having." He put a hand on her belly and turned her so her ass cheeks were pressed against his cock. Joan felt his prick stir and come alive, its heat exciting her.
"I was a little jealous when I saw you messing around with Anita," Joan said.
"How do you think I felt when I watched Hank slip it to you?"
"But it's fun anyway, isn't it? All this crazy sucking and fucking." Joan blushed but quickly tipped her beer up to hide the fact.
"That's what I like about you," Brian laughed. "Every time you say something or do something, you end up shocking yourself." He petted her tits and kissed the nape of her neck. His cock was pressing deep into the flesh of her right ass cheek and Joan shivered with the heat and stiffness of it.
"You feel like you're ready," she whispered.
Turning her again, Brian lifted Joan onto the edge of the counter and spread her knees. Her pussy was hanging there, still glistening with Hank's cum. Brian didn't seem to mind. He put the head of his big, fat cock against her lips and moved it up and down. The juice sound made her shiver. As he petted her clit, she shivered more.
"Ohhhhh, I'm sore from fucking-but I still want more."
"God, you've got a beautiful pussy."
He probed a little deeper, getting into the inner folds now. Hanging onto his shoulders for support, she began to work her hips around. She hooked her heels behind his back and pulled him closer.
"Put it in me! I can't stand it anymore."
"Your pussy is really tight. It's incredible to get my cock into you and feel your muscles pinching at the base of my prick."
"Ohhhh, Brian! You're a great fucker!"
"You're a great fuck."
"Ohhhh, fuck me then! Don't tease me anymore. Fuck me!"
"I'll give you the head."
As the smoothly rounded knob of Brian's cock went into her fuck-hole, Joan's head flopped against his shoulder and she drooled down his chest.
"Ohhhh, fuck, that's so good. A pussy needs a cock. I know that now."
"My cock sure needs your pussy."
"Deeper. Put it in deeper, Brian. Please!"
"Like this?" He thrust suddenly, forcing the juice out of her cunt and down the front of the cabinet.
"Yes! More. Another inch or two."
"Or three?"
"Four! Give me everything you've got."
Joan bit her lip as his hard cock fucked into her cunt. Her pussy muscles squeezed down around the invading cock, trying to keep it there. But Brian eased back again before he fucked in again.
"Uhhhhhh baby," he groaned, "you're one fine piece of ass."
Joan lifted her legs and hooked each one over Brian's shoulders. Her pussy was completely vulnerable this way and she knew that if he wasn't careful, he could hurt her. But Brian was careful. He eased his long, thick cock into her inch by inch until his balls bumped her cuntlips and she shivered with lusty pleasure.
"Jesus Christ!" she gasped.
"Deep enough for you?"
"I can feel you touching my insides! Ohhhh, it's wonderful!"
Joan was lying back on the counter now as Brian fucked her, his shoulders nudging her legs back farther every time he thrust. His cock seemed bigger and harder than it ever had, and Joan knew she could easily come again if he kept fucking.
"Mind if I watch?" Anita asked from the doorway. Before Joan could answer her, she stepped forward. "Actually, it looks so good, I think I'll get some hands-on experience."
As Joan took Brian's thrusts again and again, Anita stroked his balls and cockshaft as it slid wetly out of Joan's pussy. Soon the blonde's fingers were as shiny as Brian's prick.
"That feels wild," Brian groaned.
Anita kissed him on the mouth as she cupped his balls.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh!" Joan panted, feeling her clit throbbing and the muscles deep in-side her tighten on her man's cock.
"He's a big one," Anita whispered, licking the side of his face, then pushing her tongue into his ear. "He's probably got enough cum for the two of us."
"Ohhhh, stick it to me, Brian!"
"Yeah, baby! You're hot and tight. And if Anita keeps fooling with my balls like this, I'm gonna fill you up!"
Joan couldn't keep still. She wiggled and squirmed on the edge of the counter while Brian's hard cock fucked into her again and again. Anita stroked him all the while, her soft fingers curling around his cockshaft when he pulled back, then slipping down to gently tug at his heavy balls.
"Joan," Brian gasped, dragging her off the counter and hugging her tightly against his body. Staggering backwards, he kept fucking her and Joan scissored her legs around his middle, riding his hot cock like a merry-go-round pole.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh, uhhhhh!" she moaned, her head thrown back as he spun her around the room. His cock was throbbing, pulsing like a bomb.
Anita couldn't keep up with them, but she was so hot that she leaned back in a chair and played with her clit while they fucked.
"Ohhhh, goodamn!" Brian yelled.
Joan felt his knees almost go. But somehow he kept his footing and continued to stagger as the cum pounded into her tight, hot fuck-hole. She screamed then as her clit exploded with spasms of the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt. The feverish little nub was all swelled up so that every time she took Brian's cock deep, her clit was mashed back. Hot cum bathed her pussy and splatted onto the kitchen floor.
"You two are beautiful," Anita said, gouging at her pussy with both hands as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I'm coming just watching you."
Brian set her gently back onto the counter and eased his cock out of her cunt hole. But her juicy pussy was still tightly clasped around his cock, and Joan could feel the suction deep, deep in-side her.
"God, you've got a hungry little pussy," Brian laughed. "I don't know whether I'll ever be able to satisfy you."
"You'll have plenty of chances," Joan said, turning her eyes up at him.
"You mean that?"
"Of course, I do." She pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips.
"Come on, you two," Anita teased. "This is supposed to be a foursome, not a twosome."
"Then we'd better go take care of that fallen stud in the other room," Joan laughed.
They found Hank in the shower, washing the cum from his body. Anita and Joan slipped under the spray with him, one grabbing his cock, the other his balls.
"What's wrong, you getting tired?"
"Damn right, I'm tired," Hank grinned. "But that doesn't mean I can't get it up again.
Especially with two women grabbing at me."
"Look, he's getting another hard-on already!" Joan said, sliding her soapy fingers up and down his cockshaft.
The head of Hank's prick showed blue through the foamy lather, and Joan turned him so the spray would wash the soap away. Then she popped her lips around his cock and began to suck.
"Jeeesus," Hank groaned, leaning back against the tiled stall.
"Finger-fuck me Hank," Anita breathed, rubbing her big tits against his arm. "Come on!"
"It's all I can do to keep standing," he laughed.
"Then I'll help out," Brian said, opening the shower stall door and joining them.
"Ohhhhhh!" Anita sighed, turning to rub her tits against him.
Then she knelt and began to soap his cock. When his prick was dripping lather, she took it between her tits and used her hands to push the full, firm swells together. Brian began to pump his hips, fucking the smooth, pillowy tit flesh. Joan watched while she sucked Hank's throbbing cock deeper. The two men grinned at each other. Hank looked down at the two women.
"If I'd known about this kind of stuff, I would have gotten me a library card a long time ago."
"I know what you mean," Brian panted. "Library work ain't half bad."
Anita was watching the head of Brian's cock push up between her tits, then glancing at Joan, whose cheek bulged with the head of Hank's big cock.
"I think this one is about to spurt."
Joan nodded and moaned that hers was, too.
Joan rolled her tongue around the taut, silky smooth skin of Hank's cocktip, knowing that any second she was going to get a mouthful of cum. She could hear him moaning and his belly muscles were rock hard. Even his thighs were rigid and he was moving his hips forward and back, fucking his cock a little deeper into her mouth with each thrust.
She felt the rippling spasms as the hot cum surged up into his cockshaft. Joan pushed a finger down into her cunt slit and began to stroke her clit as the first spurt of fresh cock cream spilled onto her tongue.
"Mmmmmhhuuuhhh," she groaned, glancing over to see how Anita was doing.
Brian was coming too, and each time he fucked between Anita's big tits, another white streak of his cum jumped into the air. Anita was trying to catch the spurts of jizz in her mouth. Cum hung from her chin and dappled her cheeks. Another jet of the thick jism leaped up and she caught it, her tongue lapping up the overflow on her chin.
"Damn!" Hank groaned, pounding the tiled shower stall with his open hand.
"Oh, yeah!" Brian growled, fucking his big prick faster between Anita's plush tits.
As Joan swallowed the warm, fresh cum, she knew that she was through with all her hang-ups. From now on, she was going to have fun- and lots of it.
