Chapter 9
For several weeks after her mini-orgy with Ralph and Christy, Joy was on a natural high, but slowly her mood changed until she was totally blue. Work became a drag; she didn't go out of her apartment at night; everything was all fucked up.
Christy hated to see her good friend down in the dumps. "I want you to talk to an old buddy of mine!" she said to Joy on a cheerful, bright Monday morning. "He'll help you get your act together."
Joy frowned. "I don't feel like talking to anyone!"
Christy placed her hand on Joy's tender ass. "Come on, honey, do it for me. Just talk to Morris. It won't do any harm."
The big-titted librarian shrugged her shapely shoulders and said, "Oh, all right."
The following morning, at nine-sharp, Joy entered the plush reception room of Dr. Morris Carlson, a hip psychologist who was good-looking enough to be a movie star.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked the shapely brunette receptionist, whose slight overbite added to her erotic charms.
"Yes," Joy mumbled. "I'm Joy Alberson. I have a nine o'clock appointment with Dr. Carlson."
The receptionist stared at Joy's cleavage. "Have a seat. He'll be able to see you in a minute."
Joy plopped her gorgeous ass down on the leather couch. She picked up a copy of Psychology Today and started reading about paranoid schizophrenics. Just when she got to the section about manic depression, the receptionist said, "The doctor will see you now."
When she placed the magazine down and stood up, Joy felt a little dizzy. She was scared. It bothered her to think that she was going to see a psychologist.
Fuck, I'm not crazy or anything like that, she thought. I'm down because I can't find a man to love, my Mr. Right, my knight in shining armor!
She walked to the door. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then opened it.
Morris smiled at Joy. He immediately imagined what she would look like buck-naked. An evil leer crossed his handsome face when he stared at Joy's crotch and hips.
Joy was attracted sexually to Morris. His broad shoulders and narrow waist impressed her. His gray hair was very distinguished. And those blue eyes seemed to burn holes through her.
"Christy told me you've been blue lately."
Joy nodded her head up and down. "Yeah. You know how it is, you can't be happy all the time."
"But we should all make a conscious effort to try!" the doctor said emphatically.
The librarian was glad when Morris stood up because she was able to stare at his groin; she liked what she saw-his cock was trying to burst out of his expensive gray slacks.
"Lie down on the couch!" Morris said.
Joy was glad to do what he commanded. She lay on the leather couch and spread her legs far apart, making sure that her skirt hiked up all the way to her panties.
Morris maintained his professional manner as he sat down in the chair adjacent to the sofa. He picked up a note pad and a pencil. Then he tossed out dozens of questions, many of them extremely personal.
Even though the sensuous librarian realized that Morris was prying, she didn't mind in the least. It turned her on to tease the psychologist. She knew that before long, his big prick would be lodged up her fragrant pleasure hole.
The hour session flew by rapidly. Morris got to his feet and went to his intercom. He pressed down a button and said, "Marge, hold all calls and tell my patients that I'm running an hour late. I have some important things to go over with Miss Alberson ... and I don't want to be disturbed!"
Joy knew what was coming. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her panties. The psychologist eyeballed her closely. When she slipped out of her dress and exposed her furry bush and pendulous jugs, Morris gasped. After he regained his composure, he quickly slipped out of his clothes.
He looked magnificent naked. Joy knew that she was in for one hell of a good time. For the time being her depression was gone. All she could think about was having a good fuck!
"Do you do this with all your patients?" Joy joked as the doctor walked towards her, his cock bouncing up and down lewdly.
Morris grinned. "No! Just Christy and you!"
Joy knew he was full of shit, but she didn't give a damn. All she wanted was to feel his prick rammed up her snatch. It didn't matter to her how many cunts he had plugged before.
"When I get through fucking you, you'll never be depressed again!" Morris bragged.
"And when I'm through balling you, you won't be able to move for an hour!" Joy said brazenly.
They both laughed. Morris then climbed on top of Joy. He slid his dribbling cock all over her tender body. Joy loved it when he shoved his dick under her left arm. She bent her arm so it pressed against Morris's whang, enabling him to fuck her armpit.
"Jesus! this feels out of sight!" the doctor said, pumping his ass madly and feeling up Joy's tits and cunt with his greedy paws. "I can't wait to fuck all your other holes!"
"Which ones?" Joy asked playfully.
The panting doctor replied, "Your asshole, mouth, cunt, nostrils, ears!"
God! Joy thought, I've got a sexual madman screwing me ... and I dig it!
After fucking both armpits for more than thirty minutes, Morris positioned his bone-hard banana between Joy's juicy jugs. The girl pressed her tits together, which intensified Morris's pleasure. He moaned and groaned loudly as he sawed his schlong back and forth over her creamy-smooth chest.
Just moments before he felt as if he were going to shoot his wad, Joy pressed down on the tip of his wiener and stopped him from coming. Morris was grateful, for he didn't want to end their little party too soon.
"Can I lick your asshole?" he asked, the way a small child asks his mother if he can have some candy.
Joy gently squeezed his tingling nuts and mewed, "Yessss!"
The psychologist helped Joy turn over onto her stomach. When her beautiful ass was staring him in the face, Morris went ape. Quickly, he bent his head down and flicked his tongue out. Joy's ass crack tasted slightly salty, but delicious. And when the doctor's tongue pressed against her quivering anus, the two of them groaned passionately.
Joy contracted and expanded her sphincter muscle. The more she did this, the harder the doctor tried to worm his red rag up her old dirt road.
This tongue-up-the-asshole game went on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, Joy was so turned on that she couldn't stand it any longer. "You've got to fuck me," she pleaded as she turned over on her back.
"Yes, baby, that's what I'm going to do!" Morris said as he placed the hard glistening tip of his prick against the slimy wet slit in Joy's perfumed vulva.
Joy's hands encircled the horny doctor's body. Her fingers squeezed his firm ass cheeks and pressed them towards her. This added fuel to Morris's fire. He pushed down hard and rammed his mighty member deep into the dark, steamy recesses of Joy's hot-box.
"Ooooh! Ahhhh! Feels so nice!" Joy moaned as her fingers teased the puckered eye of die psychologist's ass.
Morris went wild. He bucked his hips wildly. Joy responded to each of his forceful pumps. Their bellies slapped together as they perfectly performed the age-old dance of love.
"Oh, baby ... oh, baby!" Morris moaned.
"Harder ... fuck me harder!" Joy begged.
Dr. Morris Carlson really went to work on Joy then. His hands squeezed, pinched, kneaded, and tickled her twin peaks of perfection. Then he played with her ass and clit. Joy went crazy when the doctor quickened the pace of his rapid-fire fucking.
As the hard cock plunged in and out of her, Joy closed her eyes. A beautiful, serene vision delighted her. She saw hundreds of naked bodies-male, female, young, and old. The undressed people were hugging and kissing one another. Their cocks and cunts were beautiful to see. Tranquility and peace were in the air. Love was all around. A wide grin appeared on Joy's face.
"What's so amusing?" Morris asked. "Am I balling you funny?"
"No, no, darling!" Joy said, kissing the highly paid doctor full on the lips. "You are an angel for making me feel so good and relaxed. I feel like I'm in heaven. Nothing can harm me when you're inside me." Joy then contracted her cunt muscles. Morris loved the tightness of his sex companion's drenched twat.
"You fuck well!" Morris said.
Joy looked into his eyes. She kissed his cheeks and his nose. "Thanks. Is Christy as good as me?"
The doctor smiled. "That's confidential information, my dear. What goes on between me and my patients is private."
"Well, Christy told me that you like to fuck her up the ass. That doesn't sound too private to me!" Morris laughed. "Why, that little bigmouth!"
"She also said that you like to fuck her between the boobs and then jizm in her face!"
"I do enjoy that!" the doctor admitted. Before Morris could say another word, Joy pressed her mouth tightly against his. She could feel his heart beating rapidly. His tongue invaded her orifice and licked her gums, palate, teeth, and lips. Their saliva mixed freely. It was a splendid fucking session. No inhibitions stood in the way of their total enjoyment of each other.
The doctor glanced at his digital watch and immediately started increasing the tempo of his fornicating. "Try to come as soon as you can, honey!" he said. "I hate to rush you, but my patients must be getting restless."
Joy smiled. "You fucking doctors are all a-like!" she joked. Then she didn't say anything. Instead, she fucked Morris as hard and as fast as she could. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm going to come!" she moaned.
"Me, too!" the doctor panted, bucking his hips wildly and clawing at his lover's back.
Just as Joy's cunt began to twitch and spasm violently, the good doctor's prick began to spray its white gooey sperm sauce against the far walls of the huge-titted librarian's twat. "God!" Joy wailed, "you're driving me crazy!"
"Oh, darling, I'm commmiiinnnggg!" Morris groaned.
They lay locked together at the groin for several moments after their simultaneous orgasms. Just as they were about to separate, the office door flew open and Marge walked in. She closed the door behind her and walked towards the surprised couple.
"W-what are y-you doing in here, Marge? I-I told you, I-I didn't want to be disturbed!" Morris stuttered.
Marge started to unbutton her blouse. Soon it was off and the joined-at-the-crotch duo were studying her beautiful boobs.
"I just wanted to tell you that your next two patients had to leave. They'll be back this afternoon. I figured I'd come in here and help you entertain Joy!"
Joy and Morris smiled. The psychologist could feel his cock growing large again; Joy felt the growth, too. Marge, not wanting to be left out, stripped completely and wiggled over to the leather couch. She knelt down and licked the fucking couple's bodies. They were both damp with sweat, but Marge didn't mind in the least. She loved getting it on with two people at once, especially when one of the individuals involved was a good-looking piece of ass like Joy.
"Lick my tits!" the librarian whispered hoarsely.
Marge didn't need a second invitation. She immediately went to work sucking and licking Joy's giant jugs. Joy particularly dug the way Marge teased her taut nipples.
"Suck them hard!" Joy begged.
The receptionist was jazzed beyond words. Her hands were everywhere. Morris moaned when her right middle finger slid easily up his quivering bunghole, and when her left hand squeezed his sensitive nuts, he gasped loudly.
Since the couch was too small for the three of them to lie on comfortably, Morris and Joy, still locked at the crotch, moved to the floor. The red shag carpeting felt soothing on their sexually turned-on bods.
Marge trailed her big tits over her two sex partners. Her soft globes of flesh were alive with burning energy. Joy and Morris sucked and nibbled on them whenever they were in mouth's reach.
Morris studied his shapely receptionist's body. He remembered the first time he met her-the time he hired her. She was wearing a micro-skirt. Every time she bent over, which she seemed to do quite often, he could see her black silk panties and the delicious curve of her shapely ass.
"Do you enjoy working with people?" the doctor had asked her.
She crossed her legs and the doctor could see black wisps of curly pubic hair sticking out from beneath her underwear. He wanted to throw her onto the floor and make love to her passionately.
When he said, "I think you'll do just fine!" she let out an excited yelp of joy and threw her arms around him. The doctor's penis immediately began to rise. He felt up her back and then let his hands play with her soft behind. She didn't even stop him when he slid his hands down her panties and teased her ass crack and anus.
Minutes later, his huge hard-on was exploring the wet darkness of her wick burner. They kissed, sucked, and fucked the day away. And from that time on they had been having wonderful sexual relations.
Joy kissed Morris on the mouth as hard as she could. The slight pain he felt in his lips brought him back to the present. He had two sensual, provocative, horny chicks with him; they were both nude and quite willing to do whatever he asked of them.
Lascivious thoughts flashed through his well-educated mind. "Why don't you girls play with each other while I masturbate and watch!" he said.
Joy and Marge both liked the idea. Morris quickly yanked his juice-covered cock out of Joy's trembling twat and moved away from the girls. His hand immediately grabbed onto his dork, which he stroked back and forth rapidly.
The lust-crazed librarian's gams were spread wide apart. Marge took advantage of this and positioned her head between her new girlfriend's parted thighs. The smell of Joy's sex drove Marge crazy with desire. Her tongue invaded Joy's precious honey pot and sucked up all the sticky goo that remained from Morris's fiery orgasm.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" Joy pleaded.
Marge was ravenous. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth like a lizard's. She couldn't get enough of Joy's delicious body.
"Y-you smell so good!" Marge mumbled.
Joy gently rolled her hips. Her hands played with Marge's long tresses. The receptionist's hair was silky-soft. Joy wanted to feel her lover's long locks tickling her entire body, so she took a handful of the hair and rubbed her tits with it. Marge soon caught on to what she was doing. She moved up slowly and let Joy rub the black hair all over herself.
While this was going on, Morris continued to beat himself off furiously. He loved watching the two beauties play with each other. He felt like they were the slaves and he were the master. They were doing what he wanted-playing with each other.
"Stick your fingers in each other's cunt!" he shouted.
Marge and Joy immediately did as they were ordered. Both of their nookies were sopping-wet. The slimy feeling of a turned-on pussy thrilled both of them.
"Now go down on each other!" Morris commanded.
As soon as his words had faded away, the girls got into the sixty-nine position. They lovingly gazed into each other's sex hole and then, at the same instant, they licked each other's clit. The little sex nubs grew and grew until they both resembled miniature penises.
"While you're doing that, stick your fingers up each other's asshole!"
Again his command was carried out at once. Joy and Marge loved fingerfucking each other. Their rectums spasmed and their cunts throbbed.
Morris didn't want to come in the air, so he quickly approached the girls. He lay down on top of them and rubbed his cock against every part of their bodies. They showed their appreciation by kissing his nuts, dick, legs, back, ass, and feet.
"Who should I fuck first?" he asked.
"Me!" Marge blurted out. "You fuck my pussy while I lick out Joy's cunt."
Seconds later, Morris was pushing his pulsating pecker in and out of Marge's quivering quim. Her cunt walls held tightly onto his large dork. In and out he pumped, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
After a few minutes, Marge moaned passionately. The ultimate lust feeling was approaching. She was going to come soon. So was Morris. He pounded her savagely, feeling the hot semen welling up in his titanic nuts.
"Darling, I'm commmiiinnngggg!" Marge gasped, slapping her belly against Morris's and tongue-lapping Joy's twat.
Soon it was Morris's turn. The come spurted from his mighty glans and splattered against Marge's spongy cervix. They both had their eyes tightly shut.
"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, mmmmm!" Morris groaned.
The psychologist reached out and plunged three of his fingers into Joy's jing-jang. She responded by fucking his fingers wildly. She wanted to climax with them, so she diddled her own clit and greedily licked Marge's ass.
Joy's ministrations paid off. A glorious orgasm exploded throughout her body, causing her to buck, shake, and tremble. She screamed loudly and pressed her mouth against Marge's muff. The musky cunt odors intensified her orgasm.
The three sex partners rolled around the floor, hugging, squeezing, and fondling one another. Even after their climaxes subsided, they still continued to feel and grope.
Finally, they stopped moving. Morris, with one hand on Joy's tits and the other hand on Marge's boobs, sighed. "This was one of the best sessions I've ever had!"
Marge grinned from ear to ear. "Me, too!" she said.
Joy smiled, but her heart was still filled with sorrow. Sure, she enjoyed fucking around with Morris, Marge, and dozens of other people ... but she didn't have Mr. Right. Morris was no help in that department. She felt that he was a nice guy and all that, but he didn't have the power to make her happy after the loving was over.
While Marge licked Joy's clit and Morris nibbled on her tits, the lustful librarian thought about all the happily married people she knew. Their life had meaning. They were working together for themselves and their children. Ah, yes, kids! Joy wanted some of her own. Sometimes she was tempted to stop using the pill just so she could get knocked up and give birth to a cute little baby. But she always chickened out. Bringing a kid into the world without a father just wasn't right, Joy reasoned.
Before she could completely bum herself out, Morris shoved his semi-rigid prick into her soaked snatch. Electrical feelings of carnal lust zipped every which-way throughout her body.
"Ready to fuck again?" Morris asked.
Joy tried to ignore the lump which was forming in her throat; she held back the tears of sorrow and self-pity which would have depressed her two companions. "Yes!" she purred. "I'm always ready for a good fuck!"
Morris's cock was as hard as steel now. He pumped his weapon of lust in all the way to the hilt. Joy gasped loudly. When Marge's tongue licked her tit cleavage, the librarian's cares suddenly flew out of the room. Sex was all that mattered to her then ... and nothing could change that until she once again experienced a devastating mind-blowing orgasm!