Chapter 8

The temperature that day had reached ninety degrees, and when Joyce left home at eight o'clock the evening was muggy and sticky with very little breeze.

Attired in skimpy short shorts and a halter that barely concealed her luscious tits, she drove to the singles' bar she'd heard so much about. She parked in the back lot.

Her shiny hair bounced from the short, fast motion of her feet as she entered through the opened back door. Looking around, she was somewhat disappointed to discover that the place was almost empty. But her heart fluttered with excitement when she saw her good friend Freda sitting in an almost-obscured corner booth. She was right up on the blonde before Freda noticed.

"Joyce! Where have you been? I've been calling your house every ten minutes for the past two hours. And I must've called you a dozen times last night."

Joyce slid into the booth across from the blonde. "I've been out. I don't stay home much any more -- too many hard cocks on the make to stay home and not get any. Wow! Listen to me! I've begun to talk like a regular little slut."

"No you're not," Freda disagreed. "You've begun to talk like a happy woman. And that's all that matters -- happiness."

"Gee, I wished I'd been home when you called. What's up? Wha'd'ya want to talk to me about?"

"Sucking your delicious cunt," Freda whispered. "I've been thinking about sucking your gorgeous pussy all day long. And last night, too, for that matter."

Joyce squeezed her legs together and felt and heard the squishing sound of her wet pussy.

"Why don't you sit over here beside me so I can stick my finger in it?" the blonde asked. "No one can see us. There's only three guys at the bar, and they're sitting way down at the other end."

Joyce needed no enticing. Instantly, she got up and sat down next to her friend.

A topless waitress approached, her big tits bouncing. She took Joyce's order and moved away, shaking her ass seductively.

"I was going to try to pick that up later on," Freda said, nodding toward the departing waitress. "But I don't have to now. I've got the sweetest pussy in town sitting right beside me."

She patted Joyce on the knee but moved her hand when the drink was delivered.

When the waitress with the big tits had gone again, the hand went back to Joyce's knee. It patted affectionately and then began moving slowly up the smooth leg toward the pot of honey hidden between her hot thighs.

"Just act as if nothing's happening," Freda said, shoving two fingers inside the tight crotch of Joyce's shorts.

Joyce smiled. "That might be hard to do when I reach an orgasm. But we could go to my car."

"I think it'd be more fun right here -- more daring." The wiggling fingers slid right into the sultry honey-pot. "Just keep talking while I do my thing."

"There's one thing I've been wanting to ask you?" Joyce said. "Does your husband know you're bi?"

"He knows. But he has girlfriends on the side. It makes me horny to suck his cock and to know that it was recently buried in a hot cunt. Once in a while I can still taste the taste of pussy on his stiff cock. And he's got eleven inches. You ought to see it some time."

"Huh?" Joyce was a little surprised to hear her friend make that admission. "You wouldn't mind? I mean, we're friends. You wouldn't mind his fucking one of your friends?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love it. He's brought some of his friends home for me to fuck . . . and suck. And he gets a thrill out of watching a friend's big, thick cock pumping in and out of my cunt or asshole ... or in and out of my mouth. He enjoys me bringing women home for him to fuck, too."

"Ohhhhh!" Joyce moaned, feeling the snakelike fingers within her cunt channel. "Oh, shit, this is driving me crazy! I need your mouth on my pussy!"

"Maybe that can be arranged."

"Here? Right here?"

"Sure. No one can see if I crawl beneath the table. And sitting where you are, you can see anyone who might happen to walk this way."

"Well, if you think it's safe."

"It's safe. Just let me know if someone starts back this way. Then I can be in the other seat before he has a chance to get all the way back here."

Without another word she slid beneath the table.

Joyce wiggled out of her shorts and Freda pulled them free of her feet. Then a hot mouth made contact with a seething, creamy cunt. Joyce scooted to the edge of the seat and spread her legs, allowing more room for the eager face between her thighs. Freda licked the slippery pussy-meat, then pushed her coiled, hard tongue into the mouth of the delicious cunt. She shoved her tongue deep and lapped up the juices while rubbing the puckered shit-hole with a slippery finger.

"Ahhhhh," Joyce sighed with delight, trying to appear normal as she scanned the bar area. "Ohhhhh, Freda, honey. You're the best of all. And I mean it. Ohhhh, yes, yes!"

"Not so loud," Freda said into the creamy cunt, then continued sucking the folds of her dear friend's alluring pussy.

Joyce's eyes widened with titillation when she felt two fingers being shoved deep into her pussy channel and felt Freda's hungry mouth engulf her hard clit. Oh, shit, she thought, supposing I pass out during orgasm? But it didn't matter. She wanted an orgasm in this position. And soon ecstasy was flooding her body, and her cunt was flooding Freda's face with juices.

"Awwwwww!" she moaned loudly as orgasm carried her away with its obsession.

Freda lifted Joyce's legs and put her feet through the leg-openings of her shorts, then scooted onto the seat next to her friend.

Still breathing heavily and pulling on her shorts, Joyce appeared numb, as if her guts had been sucked all the way through her body. She patted Freda's hand. "Thank you, honey. That was nice. Super! But now you need the same thing."

Freda smiled. "And I'll get it, too -- in about an hour or so when Bill comes home. And he's going to be home early, too, so I've got to be leaving pretty soon. What about that dildo salesman? You were going to call him and see if he'd be interested in a little threesome."

"Oh, heck. I've been so busy I forgot all about him." She searched in her wallet for Al Sears' phone number, found it, and gave it to Freda. "Why don't you call him if you get home before Bill does? Al said he might cut his vacation a couple days short; so he might be home by now."

"Fine," Freda replied, and shoved the number into her pocket.