Chapter 5

Joy woke up with a smile on her pretty face. It was Saturday and she had the day off. She looked at the clock. Nine-thirty. In two hours Conway Twilly would be picking her up. Even though he was twenty years her senior, Joy felt extremely close to Conway. She respected him greatly because he was one of the most successful clothing salesmen on the West Coast. He sold women's sportswear and he generously gave Joy plenty of free samples.

Maybe I should marry Conway. He loves me and says he'd marry me on a minute's notice ... but I don't think he's the right man for me! Joy thought to herself.

While she was thinking about being single for the rest of her life, she tossed the blanket that was covering her to one side. She was stark-naked. Her hands began to caress her thighs and pubic mound.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned as her right middle finger worked its way up her slightly damp slit.

Joy's tongue licked her lips and her left hand reached down and played with her ass and anus. It felt so good when she goosed herself. All the while her right middle finger was rapidly fucking her cunt, sending delightful spasming sensations throughout her entire body.

While Joy diddled her cunt and asshole, she thought about Conway's juicy, fat cock. It was about seven inches long and two glorious inches wide, the kind of prick that made her feel wonderful, content, satisfied.

And his balls were majestic. They hung extra-low and swayed when he walked. Joy loved to suck them and smell them. Even Conway's puckered asshole intrigued Joy. Once, on a cold, rainy day in December, Joy licked Conway's bunghole for a solid hour. Of course, Conway reciprocated, gladly, and then fucked Joy in the mouth and cunt.

Conway always took Joy to the finest restaurants, the most exclusive nightclubs, and the fanciest parties. He knew the most influential people in town. Why? Because money talks ... and Conway had plenty of it. Joy knew he had millions, but she didn't know how many.

Joy turned on her side so that she could intensify her staccato rectum-and-twat fingerfucking attack. It felt so fucking good to have both of her holes plugged at once. This delightful sensation made her flash on her ultimate fantasy once again....

Three giant men with fifteen-inch cocks and balls the size of cantaloupes are walking down Wilshire Boulevard completely naked during rush hour. No one pays them any attention. Joy is looking in a store window when all of a sudden she is approached by the men. She tries to scream but she can't. One of the men rips off her dress, while the other two rub, scratch, tickle, pinch, and massage every succulent inch of her tantalizing body.

Joy lies down on the cement sidewalk and spreads her legs as wide apart as she can. One of the men gets his head positioned between her thighs and starts licking her musky-scented snatch and asshole. While this is going on, the other two men trail their massive pricks over her body.

After ten or fifteen minutes, Joy gets on her hands and knees. The man who was eating her cunt and anus shoves his mighty mutton dagger deep into the dark recesses of her vibrating vagina. One of the other chaps rams his bone-hard chopper deep into her bowels. And the third sex stud plunges his huge hunk of horny meat all the way down Joy's deep throat!

Like a wild animal, Joy sucks and fucks madly, moving her shapely body every which-way, stimulating herself and the three sex fiends who are busy ravaging her precious body.

At precisely the same moment, the three cocksmen shoot their plentiful wads of hot semen into Joy's three tightly filled orifices. She has enough come spurted inside of her to fill a bathtub. She sighs, pants, grunts, and gasps like a savage beast.

The three men withdraw their still-hard stingers from her sopping-wet holes and then proceed to jack off violently. Their blood-engorged cocks begin to twitch and spasm; then, simultaneously, the three studs shoot their spunk into Joy's face. Her tongue lashes out and she drinks up all the gooey jizm.

Once their cocks shrink back to normal size, the three men line up and bend over. Joy licks their assholes, balls, and cocks for over an hour. When she's through, the men are hard again and they fuck her nostrils, her ear cavities, her armpits, and her tits. They pump as hard as they can until they once again spray their semen all over Joy's body.

Suddenly a crowd surrounds the copulating foursome. The studs disappear and Joy is left, naked, in the middle of the horny mob. Men and women a-like disrobe rapidly, and then, one by one, they all play with her body. Hundreds of cocks penetrate her cunt lips; scores of female tongues invade her twat and asshole; thousands of fingers play with her tits....

Joy's body was on fire as she opened her eyes and returned to the real world. She rammed her finger in and out of her twat as fast as she could. Her asshole was still being teased by her finger. And then it happened-Joy's body tensed and tremendous spasms overtook her. Her entire body quivered. The ultimate pleasure was devastating her body. "Oooooooo, mmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she twitched and jerked all over her bed.

For quite a while after her tremendous climax, Joy was oblivious to everything. Her phone rang, but she didn't hear it. Someone knocked on the door, but to her it was just the beating of her heart. Even the ringing of her alarm clock couldn't snap her out of her ecstatic state. She just lay with her fingers up her cunt and asshole, in a dreamland paradise where everything is wonderful, where there is no killing or maiming, where orgasms rule supreme, where love is more important than money.

Finally, she regained her senses. She shut off the alarm clock and marched off to the bathroom. Joy liked the reflection she saw in the full-length mirror. Her body was aglow; her eyes sparkled. Yes, she was a beautiful woman, the kind of girl who could make any man happy. If only she could find the right mate, the man who would make her life complete. She knew Conway Twilly wasn't that man ... but he'd be picking her up soon, so she hopped into the shower and let the tepid water run down over her body.

She shampooed her hair and then applied a cream conditioner to give her golden locks extra body. After that, she soaped up a washcloth and cleansed her entire body, spending extra time scrubbing her quim and asshole, the two places Conway would be examining closely.

Joy rinsed herself off and then slipped into her terrycloth bathrobe. She dried her hair and then stepped out of the shower. Once she was dry, she took off the robe and hung it up. She then put on some deodorant and applied some cologne to her neck, tits, cunt, and bunghole.

Next, she dried her hair with her electric blow dryer. It took only a few minutes for her to look indescribably delicious. She was tempted to walk outside naked to show off her body, but she decided against that. Who wants to spend the night in prison? she thought as she took her round-handled hairbrush and slowly pushed the plastic phallus up her squeaky-clean snatch.

Joy watched in the mirror as her brush drove her to ecstasy. She bent over so she could examine her asshole. It looked delicious. li she could have, she would have licked her own crotch, but since she was not a contortionist she would have to save that exquisite pleasure for Conway.

After making herself come several times, Joy powdered her body and then retreated to her bedroom, where she looked into the closet to decide what she was going to wear. Since it was a sunny, warm day, she picked out a pair of green slacks and a light-green blouse. She didn't bother with nylons or panties. Sex oozed from her as she slipped into the tight-fitting clothes. Her big tits bulged suggestively out of her blouse and her ass crack was clearly visible through the skintight pants.

Conway wasn't due for a while, so Joy went into the hall closet and pulled out several girlie magazines. She wanted to be nice and hot, sexually, when her boyfriend arrived.

While she flipped through the pages and gazed at buxom women with brushes, cocks, poles, and assorted other objects up their twats, Joy played with her own meat. She was having her third delicious orgasm when there was a loud knock at the door. "Commmiiinnng!" she shouted, meaning it literally.

Joy's body was vibrantly alive as she made her way to the front door. The spasms that shot through her cunt made her knees weak.

As soon as she opened the door, Conway embraced her and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Their tongues explored each other's mouth; their hands touched each other's privates.

"How are you, baby?" Conway asked, sliding his right hand down the back of Joy's tight pants.

"Fine, now that you're here!" she responded.

Joy felt Conway's prick through his pants; it was as hard as steel, just the way she loved it. She wanted to look at it, touch it, kiss it. Conway read her mind. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. Joy peeled off his tight red briefs and watched as his cock sprang upward.

"Suck me!" he said, pulling her towards his bobbing banana.

"Yes, darling!" Joy said as she dropped to her knees and took his glorious gristle-stick in her saliva-drenched mouth. Back and forth she sucked, causing the older man to gently rotate his hips in a carnal lust dance.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned as her mouth slid majestically over his swollen shaft. "Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed as her tongue tip invaded the tiny slit in the tip of his cock. "You're driving me crazy!"

The big-titted librarian was the happiest woman on earth at that moment. Sure, she knew it wouldn't last ... but for the present she was a queen servicing her handsome king.

When Conway started pumping his cock faster and faster, Joy knew that the moment of his shattering climax was approaching rapidly. Five, six, seven more staccato hip thrusts and it was the beginning of the end. Joy felt gob after gob of sticky semen splashing against the far walls of her throat. The sloppy slime felt wonderful as it dripped down her throat.

Conway's cock began to shrivel up in Joy's mouth. The cocksucking wench loved the way Conway's prick felt when it grew smaller in her orifice. She kept sucking it, milking every last ounce of her man's splendid spunk. When his balls were completely drained, Joy said, "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks so I can lick your fragrant asshole!"

Immediately, Conway did as he was told. He gasped loudly when he felt Joy's tongue traveling up his old dirt road. God, he was the luckiest man in the world, having a girl young enough to be his daughter licking and sucking out his bunghole.

This went on for about ten minutes, the amount of time it took for Conway's prick to swell to enormous proportions again. Joy kissed Conway's ass good-bye and stood up. She then stripped herself and lay down on the floor. The soft carpeting tickled her ass and legs. It felt good. But it felt even better when Conway slipped his hard meat into her furry snatch. The fit was divine.

"Ohhhhhh, baby!" Joy exclaimed. "Your cock is so big!"

"And your cunt is so tight!"

Their lips met once again. They were completely taken with each other. Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths. Sweat poured off their bodies. Tremendous feelings of soul-shattering ecstasy coursed through their fucking frames.

They pumped, scratched, pinched, sucked, and fucked each other for a long time. Suddenly, Joy stiffened. Conway knew that she was coming so he increased the intensity of his strokes. He pushed his cock in deep until it smashed against Joy's spongy cervix; then he pulled it out all the way to the glans. He kept it there for a second and then plunged it back into the woman of his desires again. Conway did this about ten times. That was all it took to make Joy scream out in appreciation. She shuddered and shook. Conway was pleased with himself. He could fuck as well as any stud half his age. Time couldn't destroy his sexual potency. These and other macho thoughts raced through his mind while the come was welling up in his oversized balls.

The tingling sensation started off slowly as the come left his balls and entered his thrusting shaft. Then the momentum built up as the come started to spurt out of his cocktip. Oh, it felt so good, so grand, so wonderful. Come, gobs and gobs of sticky come, shot out of his prick.

Joy squeezed Conway's balls, making him ejaculate more and more. When she was through with him he was completely drained, completely satiated, completely satisfied.

After a brief rest period, during which neither of the lovers uttered a word, Conway said, "You're the greatest. Marry me!"

The foxy librarian looked into Conway's eyes. She hugged him tightly. "I-I'm not ready for marriage. I need more time!"

Conway smiled. He was understanding and compassionate. "You just let me know. Say the word anytime and we'll fly to Vegas and tie the knot!"

They kissed, a wet, sloppy kiss. Tears streamed down Joy's face. Her kind lover wiped them with his hands. "Oh, darling!" Joy said.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't cry!" Conway said. "We're going to have fun today. We'll go to Malibu and have lunch; then we'll check into a beachfront motel and fuck and suck the rest of the day away."

A smile lit up Joy's face. "That'll be nice!" she said, trying to forget about her quest to find Mr. Right. She wanted to enjoy herself with Conway, even if he wasn't the man she wanted to marry.

Conway pulled up his underwear and then his pants. While he zipped up his fly, Joy dressed herself. After she buttoned up her blouse, she walked over to a mirror and combed her hair.

"Ready?" Conway asked.

Joy smiled. "Yes. Let's go and have a wonderful time!"

They left the apartment and walked with their arms around each other to Conway's gray Mercedes. The clothing salesman opened the door for his sweet piece of ass and gently caressed her ass as she got into the car.

When Joy was seated, Conway slammed the door shut and went around into his side of the car. Before he drove off, he unbuttoned several of Joy's blouse buttons.

"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling his cock up, under his pants.

"I want to be able to play with your chi-chis while I'm driving. Do you mind?" he asked.

"Not at all, big boy!" Joy answered. "Do you mind if I unzip your pants and play with your big fat prick?"

"You know the answer to that!"

Joy giggled. "This is going to be a fun drive!" she said as she unzipped Conway's pants and yanked out his righteous rolling pin.

The constantly horny librarian jerked Conway's dick back and forth as he pulled out into traffic and headed for Malibu. By the time they reached the freeway, the big stud had jizmed in her hand. Joy further thrilled him by licking his creamy sap from her hand and from the dashboard.

"You sure do love cream, don't you, honey?" Conway said, feeling as if he owned the world.

"You bet. And I'm gonna drink plenty more of yours before the day is over!"

They arrived at Malibu about twenty minutes later. The beach was crowded with surfers and sun worshippers. The water was calm and the sky was blue. No haze or clouds entered the picture.

"What a beautiful day!" Joy said.

Conway didn't answer with words. He smiled and gently caressed his woman's twin turrets. Joy's pillowy tit-flesh felt so soft and warm. Conway could hardly wait to lick and nibble them.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, thinking about how it would taste to spread chocolate syrup and whipped cream on Joy's asshole and then lick it off.

Joy squeezed Conway's bulging cock. "I wouldn't mind chewing on some wienie!"

"And I could go for some hair pie ... but we'll have those treats for dessert ... in bed! But for now, why don't we stop off at an eatin' place and fill up our tummies!"

"Okay ... you're the boss!"

Conway pulled into a parking space at the Sea Lion Restaurant. They kissed for several minutes and then got out of the car. Hand-in-hand they strolled towards the restaurant. Once inside, a buxom tart, wearing a low-cut blouse and a super-short skirt, approached them and said, "Table for two?"

Conway answered, "Yes!" He stared at the woman's tits and wondered what they looked like completely exposed.

"Follow me!" she said.

Conway and Joy followed the hip-swinging waitress to a dark, secluded table at the end of the restaurant. Their table was right next to the window, so they were able to see the ocean. Waves were breaking on the rocks. White foam splattered against the breakers every time the waves rolled in. It was a splendid sight.

"The foam reminds me of your come!" Joy said moments after the waitress had left.

"And the two gigantic rocks over there remind me of your tits!" Conway said.

They both laughed and then looked at their menus. "Why don't you order for the both of us?" Joy said.

"Fine!"

Conway beckoned for the waitress, who immediately sashayed her pretty buns back to their table. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.

"Yes!" Conway said. "We'll have a litre of burgundy to quench our thirst, and to satisfy our empty stomachs we'll have the specialty of the house, Shrimp Luigi."

"Do you want salads?"

Conway nodded. "Yes. The little lady will have blue cheese-"

"Thousand Island!" Joy interrupted.

Conway smiled. "Ah, yes, the lady will have Thousand Island on hers and I'll have Russian."

The waitress nodded and wiggled off. Joy stared at the other woman's ass. "I bet she's a good fuck!"

The clothing salesman laughed. "That's something neither of us will ever know, I'm afraid!"

"We could always ask her to join us!"

"Not on your life! We're going to have a private party. Just you, me, and as many orgasms as we can conjure up!"

While they waited for their food to arrive, Joy and Conway played with each other. Since the table was in a dark corner, Joy was able to unzip her man's pants and pull out his massive cock. She stroked it back and forth, brazenly, even when the waitress served their wine, hot garlic bread, and chilled salads.

Joy continued to jerk off Conway while they ate. He undulated his hips slightly at first, but the more she played with him the faster he slid his ass on the black leather booth.

Just as the waitress was serving the Shrimp Luigi, Conway shot his sap all over the place. If the waitress knew some erotic hanky-panky was taking place, she didn't let on. She picked up the empty salad plates and said, "Would you care for more wine?"

Since their glasses were almost empty and the litre bottle was bone-dry, Conway said, "Sure, bring us another litre!"

When the waitress walked off, Joy took her hand away from her lover's lap and looked at the semen which covered it. "Mmmmmm!" she sighed as she slurped the slimy goo into her greedy mouth.

Conway felt like jumping up on the table and shouting, "Look, everyone, my girlfriend's sucking up my come!" but instead he picked up his fork and speared a piece of shrimp. He popped it into his mouth and said, "Delicious!"

Joy picked up her fork and tried some of the shrimp. She loved it. The two of them ate without speaking. They gazed into each other's eyes and at the ocean. It was a meal they would long remember.

As soon as they were finished with their hearty feast, the waitress came over with their check. Conway paid her and the two lovers left the restaurant.

Conway drove to a ritzy-looking Malibu motel. They checked into a luxurious room which looked out towards the ocean. Joy removed her clothes and then stripped Conway. They fucked and fell asleep in each other's arms. When they awoke it was dark.

"Perfect!" Conway said, "now we can fuck on the beach. How does that idea grab you!"

Joy grabbed Conway's cock. "Like this!" she said jokingly.

They both laughed and then they french-kissed passionately. Then, with their lips still wet from each others spit, they brazenly marched out of their room and headed for the beach. The warm night air felt sensational on their naked bodies.

"It's beautiful out here!" Joy said. "I wish I could live at the beach!"

"Marry me and you can five wherever the hell you please!"

"Oh, Conway, let's not talk about that now!"

"Sure, honey!" he said as he shoved his left middle finger up her cunt and his right middle finger up her asshole.

Joy tugged on Conway's cock and got him hard. "I believe we're both ready for penetration!" she said.

Conway laughed. "Very well put!" he said.

The successful clothing salesman and the buxom librarian lay down in the sand next to the water's edge, just like in the movie From Here to Eternity. As the water rushed in and splashed over them they hugged and kissed. Joy grabbed hold of Conway's huge apparatus and placed the flaming vermilion head against the slit in her vulva.

"Ohhh, God!" Joy gasped as Conway thrust his hips and sunk his meat into her all the way to the hilt.

"You like that, baby?" Conway asked.

"Oh, yes, yesss, yessssss!"

The waves kept crashing on top of them and Conway kept pumping in and out of Joy's cuzzy. The cool ocean water didn't dampen their lust for each other. This was the most intense union they ever experienced. Their fingers clawed each other; they were animals fucking and sucking with wild abandon.

"Harder, harder, fuck me harder!" Joy pleaded.

Conway did as she said. His hips moved frantically, trying to make the woman beneath him come over and over again ... and she did. Joy experienced one delicious orgasm after another. And then it was Conway's turn. His entire body grew rigid for a brief moment as he felt the convulsive spasms of orgasm overtake him. Then he pumped like a mad demon, trying to intensify the twitching quivers which teased and delighted his being.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, mmmmm!" he moaned.

Joy stroked his brown hair and squeezed him tightly. And then she screamed out in ecstasy once more, for she was coming again. Their bellies slapped together; their mouths locked against each other.

In and out Conway continued to pump. Even though he had come, his cock remained hard, hard enough to make Joy delirious with lust.

"Never stop fucking me!" she cried.

Conway continued pumping savagely. He prayed that his majestic weapon of pleasure stayed hard until Joy was too tired to move. He wanted her to be the happiest woman in the world!