Chapter 1
Joy Alberson stopped dusting her Danish teakwood dresser and stared at her stark-naked body in the full-length mirror which hung from the wall. Her long blonde hair, which was cut in a smart shag, hung down past her shoulders. The huge melon tits which swayed when she walked were capped with cherry-colored nipples, exquisite nubs of flesh which grew rigid whenever a warm-blooded man was near. Her waist was narrow, her hips shapely, and her ass divine.
Wanting to gaze at her sex, Joy turned sideways and bent over. With her slender fingers, she pried her ass cheeks apart and stared at her own cunt and asshole. A smile crossed her face. It was easy to see why men and women both melted when they saw her naked body. She was a lovely work of art. Every part of her was perfect. The curly blonde hairs which surrounded her twat were soft and delicate. And the puckered eye of her anus looked delicious enough to eat.
A myriad of unrelated thoughts raced through Joy's pretty head. I don't want to be a librarian at the Grand Hills Library for the rest of my life. I want a man to love, someone I won't tire of after a few humps in the sack. I want to have children, a nice house, a dog. I'm tired of people fucking me over. It's a drag living on Kingsley Avenue in Hollywood. I want to move. I want to mature. I want to have fantastic orgasms that never end.
While Joy's brain tried to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life, her experienced hands were busy playing with her quim and bunghole. Her hips slowly undulated from left to right, gradually picking up speed. The middle finger of her left hand was deeply entrenched up her seething twat, while the middle digit of her other hand was exploring the dark, dank, musky recesses of her back hole, the hole that she let only a select few men fuck, the hole that fascinated her, the hole that she loved fingerfucking.
Joy stared at her face in the mirror. No wrinkles. No blemishes. Yes, she was beautiful. A real delectable piece of ass. The kind men drool over and want to fuck at first sight. When did it all start? It must have been the time her uncle had called her into his bedroom. Joy was only eighteen then, still a virgin. Hah! The thought made her laugh. How could she have been a virgin at the ripe old age of eighteen? But she was ... and her uncle knew that. That's why he wanted to fuck her; he wanted to sink his meat into her pure cunt before any slobbering, pimply-faced adolescent geek beat him to it.
"Come in here for a moment, Joy!" Uncle Pete had called out, his voice hoarse and demanding. Joy, not knowing what she was in for, went into her lascivious uncle's room. There she found him standing stark-naked with his huge, swollen cock in his hands. She froze in her tracks when she saw the dribbling prick and the huge, purple balls, which were covered with thick patches of curly pubic hairs.
"Don't be afraid!" Uncle Pete said as he walked towards the girl. When he was a few feet from her, Joy could smell the cheap whiskey on his breath and the rancid, stale cigars that she detested so much.
Uncle Pete roughly ripped off her clothes and licked her entire body, taking extra time to let his saliva-drenched tongue invade her armpits, asshole, and cunt. Joy shook but she didn't run. She didn't hit him. She didn't scream out for help. Like a helpless little girl she let her blood relative feast on her splendid virgin body.
She could still remember how it felt when Uncle Pete rammed his swollen hunk of meat into her trembling twat. The hot rod of flesh tore away at her, inching its evil head deep into her precious womb, tearing her hymen, and taking her innocence away.
Uncle Pete licked her ear cavities and slobbered his vile saliva all over her pretty face. Joy closed her eyes and without wanting to she began to gently buck her hips. Yes, even though she deplored what was happening to her, for some reason she joined in the rape of her own body. Disgusting as it was, she found the rape enjoyable.
When Uncle Pete roughly rubbed her tits and violently pulled on her nipples, Joy whimpered like an animal in heat. She found herself grabbing for his ass so that she could guide her relative's movements. This turned the incestuous bastard on. He pumped harder and harder until he shot his creamy white load of hot jizm into Joy's throbbing snatch.
Uncle Pete's orgasm was just the beginning. Two months later Joy discovered that she was pregnant. She was so ashamed she wanted to die. Three months later she had a natural abortion. The nightmare wasn't over, though. Throughout the coming years she carried a heavy blanket of guilt over her conscience. To her men were savage beasts, yet she didn't run away from them. She derived pleasure from having men's cock rammed in and out of all her holes.
Joy slowly came back to the present. She could feel the sticky juices dripping from her hot box. Her tender clit was swollen to enormous proportions. The first delicious spasms of a shattering orgasm began to grow in her groin. Then they shot out in all directions. Joy shouted in ecstasy as wave after wave of electrical vibrations spread throughout her entire taut body.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned.
Her hips were bucking wildly now and the finger that wormed its way deep in her bunghole was rapidly slamming in and out of the musky-smelling hole.
Sex was all that mattered to Joy at this moment. Her eyes closed and she saw balls and cocks and cunts and tits. Giant waves of molten sperm engulfed her and she drank up all the tasty come. Tongues flicked out of the corners of her mind and invaded her every orifice. Hands caressed every inch of her quivering body. A massive orgasm shook the entire planet. The entire world was coming at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed, continuing to fingerfuck both her lower holes.
This went on for more than twenty minutes. Finally, her body shook violently. The ultimate orgasm drove her wild. It felt so fucking good.
In a delirious, ecstatic trance, Joy wiggled her naked body towards the bedroom, but before she could lie down, a loud knock at the door interrupted her carnal dreams of come and vaginal spasms.
Who the fuck can that be? I'm not expecting anyone! she thought to herself as she trudged off towards the front door. "Who is it?" she yelled through the locked door.
"It's me. Larry."
Joy smiled. She wouldn't have to bother slipping into a robe now. Larry Fields had seen her nude before and he was about to see her nude again. Joy flung the door open and Larry's mouth fell open.
"I didn't feel like dressin' up today. Is that all right with you?" Joy said coquettishly. She then playfully covered her crotch with her left hand and her boobs with her right arm.
Larry regained his composure and smiled. As he entered her nicely furnished apartment, he said, "Not at all." Joy closed the door and Larry reached for her gigantic globes of tit flesh. Her jugs were warm and soft. Larry caressed them gently for several moments, then he leaned over and licked them with his greedy tongue.
Joy looked down at the man who was laving her tits. Larry was thirty-one, but most people took him for twenty-five or twenty-six. He was about five foot-seven and well-built. His dreamy brown bedroom eyes had melted the hearts of scores of lovely females.
The big-titted librarian ran her fingers through Larry's dark brown hair as the aspiring actor-writer's tongue trailed down her stomach and began to lick her belly button. She thought it was a shame that her handsome friend had to waste time working as a bartender at the Grand Hills Lounge just so he could make enough money to pay his bills. But that was life in the big city.
Joy suddenly felt the need to hug her handsome companion. She encircled him with her arms. He knew what she wanted so he wrapped his strong arms around the lithe nymph and squeezed her tight. Their mouths met. Larry's tongue explored Joy's saliva-drenched orifice.
"Mmmmmmmm!" he moaned as she stroked his cock over his pants.
Joy broke the kiss and said, "Let me help you get naked. I want you to fuck my ass off!"
The sex-hungry woman knelt down and removed Larry's expensive brown Florsheim boots, then his dark magenta knee socks. Still on her knees, Joy reached up and unbuckled Larry's belt and dropped his pants to the ground. The bartender stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his highly-aroused cock bobbed up and down. Little dewdrops of pre-coital fluid dribbled from the narrow slit in the glans of Larry's fuck-stick.
While Joy cupped his balls and licked the fluid from his rigid joint, Larry removed his colorful red shirt and tossed it on a chair. He was now completely naked. The cool air felt wonderful as it brushed up against his hot skin. He was ready for anything ... and everything.
"Let's pretend we're stranded on a desert island!" Joy said.
Larry grinned. "OK, baby, anything that turns you on!"
Joy giggled and then walked away from him on her hands and knees, seductively wiggling her generous behind.
"What are you doing?" Larry asked.
"Looking for food and water. We've been stranded for days and I'm starving!"
Larry quickly dropped to his hands and knees and closed the distance between him and Joy. When his nose was inches away from her fragrant ass, Joy asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm lookin' for some pussy! Know where I can find some good stuff?"
The wanton girl's hands quickly moved to her buns. She spread her cheeks wide apart. "Kiss my ass and I'll tell you!"
Larry didn't need a second invitation. His lips pressed firmly against Joy's puckered asshole. He didn't stop with a quick kiss, either. Rather, he leisurely trailed his tongue up and down Joy's ass crack. The musky aroma and flavor turned him on until he thought he was going to shoot his molten wad of creamy spunk.
"Oooooh, that feeeeels soooo gooood!" Joy moaned, bucking her hips up and down so that Larry's tongue would stimulate every inch of her sensitive bottom.
The ass-licking went on for several long minutes. Finally, Larry pulled his mouth away and said, "Now, about that pussy!"
Joy rolled over on her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Her sex was completely visible. It was bright red and seemed to vibrate. Larry looked at it appreciatively for several moments and then, when he could stand it no longer, he moved his tongue into position.
Joy's twat was soaking wet. Her thick lubricating fluids gushed out of her hole and soaked Larry's face. The gooey slime drove the man wild with lust. His hands reached out and played with his lover's tits and ass. Every inch of her felt so gloriously divine.
Larry's cock twitched rapidly. Joy reached for the throbbing bone of flesh and began stroking it slowly back and forth. She could feel the thick veins pulsating with dark red blood. And then her hand slid lower and cupped Larry's huge balls, gently squeezing them just the way he liked.
While his tongue explored every nook and cranny of Joy's dank love hole, Larry's mind began to wander. Girls, chicks, women, broads, dames-it didn't matter what they were called. Larry loved all females. Their tits, their asses, their cunts. His biggest joy in life was shoving his hard hunk of meat into a new quim. Yes, it was an indescribable pleasure to fuck a new piece.
But then a gray fog of uncertainty began to cover up Larry's exciting visions of squirming pussies and heaving tits. The rotten feeling that something was missing from his life began to torment his mind once again. As his tongue licked Joy's twat, Larry thought about marriage and kids. Nah, those things aren't for me ... but why not? I'd make a good father and a good husband. But what woman is right for me? Will I ever find someone who can make me happy, content, relaxed?
Before he had a chance to try to answer his own question, Joy grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. "I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop!" she panted.
Larry returned to the real world. A turned-on cunt was staring him in the face. His worries and fears would have to get into the back seat and wait. Now he had more important things to do than to contemplate the future.
Even before they got to the bedroom, Larry tried to shove his cock up Joy's cunthole. He missed and she giggled. Larry covered her mouth with his and as they walked they french-kissed, letting their saliva mix and their emotions run wild.
"You're beautiful!" Larry said as his right hand squeezed Joy's left tit.
The sensuous woman grabbed onto her man's cock and dragged him to the bed. They tumbled on top of each other. Joy's hand guided Larry's dork to her hot snatch. The huge penis head wormed its way past the vulva and into the steaming cunt.
"Ohhhh, God, that feels good!" Larry moaned as he felt the velvety smooth walls of Joy's twat massage his rock-hard organ of pleasure.
"Yessssss, yesssss, shove it in as far as you can. I want to feel you all the way inside me!"
Like two precision machines whose function is to mesh together in perfect unison, Joy and Larry humped each other without missing a single beat. Their thrusts were hard. Their hands clawed at each other's body. But they felt no pain, only pleasure.
Joy's arms wrapped tightly around the man who was fucking the hell out of her pussy. Her left hand reached down and squeezed Larry's taut ass cheeks. Slowly she sought out his ass crack and then her middle finger lodged itself up his tight bunghole.
"Ummmm!" Larry groaned. "Push it in as far as you can."
Joy obeyed his command. Then she gasped when she felt Larry's finger invading her asshole. "Kiss me!" she sobbed.
Their mouths locked together again. Larry and Joy were in orgasmic heaven. They were filling each other's holes; they were giving each other as much pleasure as they knew how!
Joy rubbed her feet against Larry's. Her finger probed the walls of his rectum. Her tongue tasted his gums, his palate, his lips. Her cunt tightly gripped his jackhammering hunk of flesh.
The delightful feelings that flowed throughout their bodies made the fucking duo bounce around the bed like wild jungle beasts. Nothing mattered to them but pleasure. No longer did they worry about their jobs or the future. The supreme orgasm was their god. They were fervent lovemakers whose mission in life was to give each other divine pleasure.
Electrical spasms signifying the first stages of orgasm began to ripple throughout Joy's body. This caused her to buck her hips faster and with more ferocity. Larry got the message. He quickened the tempo of his staccato-style fucking assault. His increased vigor paid off for both of them. Joy screamed out in ecstasy as tremendous waves of orgasmic pleasure erupted all over her body. Larry joined her soon. He could feel the hot semen welling up in his furry balls. It traveled quickly to his thick shaft and then to the glans and then out the head!
Gush after gush of his boiling-hot love juice spurted into Joy's spasming box of lust. While they both came, they greatly increased the intensity of their asshole finger-fucking.
Saliva dripped from their mouths and fell to the silky black sheet which tickled and soothed their excited skin. Sweat dripped from their bodies. Grunts and pants escaped from their mouths.
Even after they had both come, Joy and Larry continued to slowly hump each other. Finally, Larry's limp dick, still dripping gooey jizm, plopped out of Joy's hole. The fucking assault was over temporarily ... but both of them knew that they'd be engaged in another screwing-sucking session before too many more minutes passed.
"You're fantastic!" Larry said, stroking Joy's blonde hair and massaging her massive tits.
"You're not too bad yourself!" she responded jokingly as she gently tweaked the tip of his sensitive cock.
Larry rolled on top of Joy and slid his come-covered cock over her chest, stomach, and face. Joy loved the masculine flavor of his bitter-tasting ser men, so she licked up every last trace of the slimy goo from his fleshpole.
After Joy had finished bathing Larry with her tongue, she looked into his sleepy brown eyes and said, "How's the writing and acting going?"
The handsome young man made a face. "You know ... one day things look good, the next day rotten."
"Something will break soon!"
Larry's dick began to twitch with life again. They both stared at it and laughed.
"I sure hope it's not my cock that breaks!"
"Me, too," Joy responded. "I love your prick just the way it is." The horny librarian positioned her body so that her mouth was inches away from Larry's penis. She watched it intently as it grew again.
While Joy licked the human flesh-shaft, Larry closed his eyes and put his arms behind his head. "I was offered a part in the new play, Brooklyn Fever, but I don't know if I want to accept it."
Between juicy slurps on Larry's prick Joy asked, "Why?"
"Because it's one of those nude sex plays. I'd play the part of Joe Fontini, a likable chap who has a minor character flaw."
"What's that?"
"He likes to expose himself in front of women!"
Joy giggled. "Sounds like a great role for you. Typecasting!"
"Oh, yeah," Larry said, shoving his right middle finger up Joy's sopping wet snatch hole.
The two of them laughed until tears dripped down their cheeks. They hugged each other tightly. Larry's cock rubbed against Joy's stomach and thighs. Both of them craved another fuck. Their hunger was too great for them to wait another moment.
"Put it inside you!" Larry panted into Joy's ear.
The girl did as she was told. With her left hand she guided the swollen shaft of meat into the Stygian black recesses of her throbbing twat. The fit was perfect.
Once again they bucked and rocked and rolled and panted and grunted. Their hands tore at each other's flesh. Small red welts rose on Larry's back. But he didn't give a shit. All that mattered to him was his cock and Joy's cunt. In and out he pumped into the delectable woman. Her fingers explored his ears, his navel, his asshole, his armpits. Her tongue licked his face, his neck, his shoulders.
They were two, but they were one. Theirs was the most perfect copulatory union in the history of mankind. They could do nothing wrong. They were like two dancers who had been partners for years. Each stroke was magnificent. Every thrust was perfectly executed.
Joy was a little girl again; Larry was her human teddy bear. She stroked her plaything, teased it, bit it, sucked it, kneaded it, massaged it.
Larry was king of the mountain. He was the most successful man in the entire world. Beneath him was a wondrous, beautiful specimen, a woman gorgeous enough to make men drool and stiff in their pants when they casually strolled by her in the park. Yes, Larry Fields had it made. So what if he had to work as a bartender to support himself until his big break in Hollywood arrived. It didn't matter to him-at least not at the present moment when his cock was fucking the daylights out of Joy's delicious cunt.
"Ooooh, Larry, I'mmm commmiiinnnggg!" Joy shrieked as the spasms of orgasm once again raced delightfully throughout her exquisite body.
"So am I!" Larry added, just as the first spurts of his creamy white sperm-juice shot into Joy's tunnel of love.
Once again they continued humping each other long after the majestic waves of orgasm subsided. They kissed passionately and played with each other's sweat-covered ass. And then they fell asleep in each other's arms like two innocent babes who were totally worn out from too much physical exertion.
In her sleep, Joy's hand was drawn to Larry's limp penis. Larry's head moved downward until it was resting on Joy's pillowy jugs.
An hour passed, then two, then three. A little before seven o'clock, Joy's eyes opened. She smiled and began to stroke Larry's cock. It grew firm and rigid in her hand.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Larry asked sleepily; not remembering where he was. He was pleasantly surprised when he opened his eyes and saw Joy's magnificent body nude before him.
"I'm hungry!" Joy said as she popped Larry's dick into her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" he said. "Keep doing that until I come, then we'll shower together and I'll take you for the best Chinese dinner you ever had."
The idea appealed to Joy. She greedily sucked on Larry's cock, and with her hands she teased his balls and anus. Larry was in heaven. He watched as the beautiful woman serviced him. Not wanting to be selfish and soak up all the pleasure by himself, Larry twisted his body until he was in the sixty-nine position with the lustful librarian.
"Now for the appetizer!" he said as his tongue lashed out and tasted Joy's silky blonde pubic hair.
Joy gasped loudly when Larry licked her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. Her little love nub grew in size until it resembled a miniature penis.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" Joy pleaded when Larry moved his tongue away for a moment.
"I won't, baby," he replied, once again teasing her clit with his splendid clapper.
After a few minutes Joy bucked her hips like a wild woman. She swallowed Larry's entire long shaft and gave him the best blow job he had ever had. Just as Joy experienced her third climax, Larry ejaculated into his lover's throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Larry sighed.
"That was beautiful!" Joy said seconds after she removed her mouth from Larry's semen-spewing schlong.
They lay together for a few minutes. "Let's shower now!" Larry said, slapping Joy's tender ass and getting to his feet. He extended his arm, Joy grabbed onto it, and he pulled her to her feet. With their hands on each other's crotch and ass, they retreated to the bathroom, where they got under the water and cleansed their bodies.
While they were drying themselves with fluffy blue towels, a slight case of depression overcame both of them, but neither of them breathed a word of their sad feelings to the other. They both smiled warmly at each other.
I'm tired of one-night stands! Joy wanted to say.
I like to fuck around, but something's missing in my life! Larry thought.
While Larry powdered Joy's silky smooth back, he wondered what it would be like to have kids. He quickly tossed aside the thought, though, and said, "After we eat, how's about we take a nice romantic stroll along the beach?"
Joy smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Only if you fuck me in the water!"
"That can be arranged!"
"Then you've got yourself a deal!"