Chapter 9
The singles' bar had begun to fill when Freda departed for home.
Joyce was lonely for a few minutes . . . until an extremely nice-looking older man approached the table. He was about fifty, his brown hair neatly cut and freshly combed. His eyes, steel-gray and unblinking, undressed her before he spoke.
"May I buy you a drink?" he asked with the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. His face radiated lust.
"Why, certainly," she replied quickly. "You may even sit with me if you like."
"Terrific," he said, sitting beside her, "but I only have a few minutes before I have to go."
"Got an old lady waiting for you at home, huh?"
"Yeah. And this is our anniversary. Been married twenty-five years today."
"Really?" Twenty-five years or not, a moment later she felt his hand at her inner thighs, squeezing, rubbing. Reaching down, she took his hand and put it between her legs. She was half drunk and as horny as ever.
He took the hint and shoved his fingers beneath the crotch of her shorts.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You've got a flood down there!"
"I'm horny," she replied. "Pussy needs a cock badly."
"Damn," he said, "I wish now that I'd driven the car today and let the wife take a cab shopping."
"I've got a car," she suggested. "It's parked out back between the big dumpsters and a big truck. No one will ever know we're in the back seat."
"Terrific! Let's go." He rose and followed her outside.
She unlocked the car and slid into the back. He got in beside her. She peeled off her shorts and lay down on the big, wide seat.
"May I suck your pussy for a couple minutes?" he asked politely. "I have to taste that cunt-juice. It's so tempting."
"Lick away, dear man -- but not for too long. I need a cock inside me."
He pushed off his pants and shorts, got on his knees on the floor, and pulled her gleaming pussy toward his advancing mouth. He kissed it several times then rubbed his face into her cunt, coating his jaws and chin with the delicious cream. With years of experience behind him, he brought her to a screaming climax within a matter of minutes. Then he was between her legs, shoving his big-headed cock into the musky interior of her pussy.
Joyce wiggled and sighed with relief, enjoying the swollen cock within the warm confinement of her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips and achieved two orgasms almost instantly. But her ass kept hunching; her pussy kept burning with unquenchable lust.
"I have to be going in a minute or so," he said, fucking into her with years of experience, driving her out of her mind. "So if it's all right with you I'll come and be on my way."
"Sure," she said, disappointed, but knowing that another stiff prick wouldn't be hard to find.
He grunted and began shooting his load. He filled her cunt with his thick jism. Some of it oozed out of her and onto the car seat. Then he was sliding into his shorts and trousers. A moment later he kissed her and got out.
Damn, Joyce thought, sliding from the car, I'd like have had about two hours with that guy. He was so gentle . . . and knew exactly how to make a girl get her cookies pronto.
She returned to her booth but five minutes later was going outside with another man. This one was younger and had a car of his own, but wasn't nearly as good a lover as the older man . . .
She sucked his little prick and fingered herself, and reached an orgasm just as the man filled her mouth with tasty semen.
Two drinks later she was being fucked in the back seat of a big Chrysler. And ten minutes after that she was trying out the back seat of her own car again.
It was past midnight and she was growing tired and sleepy.
At that precise moment, the best-looking and sexiest man she'd ever seen in her life came through the front entrance with a rather plump woman old enough to be his mother. He looked around the bar room, saw Joyce staring at him, and smiled. She looked at him, smiled, and ran her tongue across her lips. The man and the older woman sat at the bar. He said something to her and got up. Joyce's pussy twitched like it'd never twitched before as she approached her table.
"Hi, beautiful," he said, sliding a business card across the table. "I told my date that I know you. And I honestly believe that I do know you from somewhere, if only in my dreams. You're absolutely stunning! You look so innocent and sweet!"
Joyce was taken aback by his smooth talk. She glanced at the card. He was a masseur, with an office not too far from the bar.
"If you can make it," he said, "come to my office about one tomorrow afternoon for the best massage of your life."
Then he went back to his companion.
Joyce sat there for a couple of minutes longer, her pussy burning. Then she went home and fucked herself with the different dildoes for two hours, till the burning sensation in her cunt had been quenched.
Sleep came easy but wasn't deep, as she kept dreaming about the breath-taking masseur. And when the sun's eleven-o-clock rays awoke her, that burning sensation had returned to her pussy.
"Damn!" she said aloud, jumping from bed. "I've only got two hours to be in his office! And I don't want to be late."
At twelve-fifty, she was parking in front of his office.
The card had given his name as Brian Kelly. He was standing at the office door awaiting her arrival. He unlocked the door and admitted her, then locked it again.
"Aren't you open today?" she asked. "Just till noon on Saturday. That's why I wanted you here at once -- so everybody'd be gone."
They stood for a moment staring at one another, eyes undressing each other. It was a task not to throw themselves into each other's arms. Both were horny.
He led her into his inner office which was equipped with the usual office furniture plus a padded table. He motioned her to disrobe and nodded toward the table.
Within seconds she was naked. He helped her upon the table and began undressing himself. She watched his peel off every piece of clothing, including his red bikini shorts. His cock stood out. She got a good look at it. It was between ten and twelve inches long -- not the largest cock she'd ever had, but certainly the prettiest by far, with a huge helmet-like head and blood veins which she knew would feel wonderful inside her inflamed cunt.
His cock wagged stiffly and adoringly as he pushed a towel-covered cart to the table. On the table were various types of scented oils and jellies. He poured oil onto the palm of one hand and dipped three, long bony fingers of the other hand into an opened jar of pink jelly.
"Let's get your ass first," he suggested.
She flipped over, now unable to see the swinging cock that she'd so enjoyed staring at. She'd thought his hands would be chilly, but they weren't. They slid around on her back, kneading and rolling the skin.
For ten minutes he devoted his complete attention on the area between her neck and hips, driving her out of her mind with his well-trained hands and with her own thoughts of fucking. Then he commenced kneading and twisting the skin of her ass-cheeks. He massaged them well, occasionally running his long fingers up and down in the crack itself. Every now and then he'd massage the puckered ring of her shitter, then teasingly run his fingers along the length of the skin between her cunt and her asshole. He spent another ten minutes on her ass before using the next five minutes massaging and rolling the skin of her legs and inner thighs.
"Turn over," he said, pouring more oil onto his palm.
"Ah, yes, I can hardly wait."
His cock, still wagging stiffly, was more beautiful than before. She wanted to grab it, to chew on it, to swallow it, but lay back on the table instead and soon became content with the feel of his professional hands on her firm tit-globes. He massaged her tits and rolled her pointed nipples with the skill of an expert. Then he spent a few minutes on her stomach before moving straight to her feet where he seemed to spend forever, massaging and squeezing her ankles and feet and running fingers between each toe.
When at last his hands moved along the in-sides of her thighs, she was practically hysterical with lust.
"You don't talk nearly as much as you did last night," she remarked.
"Last night I wasn't working, but now I am."
"And you work so beautifully, but hurry and get to my cunt. It's on fire!"
"I have to get you ready first," he said.
"I am ready," she admitted. "I've never been so ready in my life."
"I want you to be hornier than you've ever been before."
"I am! I am!" she persisted.
He laughed and leaned over her for their first kiss -- a kiss so tender and sweet and provocative that neither could believe what the effect of the kiss was doing to them.
"Ahhhhh," he said, "I knew you'd be able to do this to me."
Joyce's body, glistening with oils and jellies, was afire with lust and vast anticipation. Her tits heaved with each breath. Then Brian Kelly was upon the table with her. They rolled in each other's arms, reveled in each other's kisses.
He pushed her tits together and rubbed his face in the valley between them, making his face slippery and shiny. His mouth slid over her tit-globes, kissing, nibbling, sucking. He shoved the two nipples together till they touched, took both in his mouth at the same time, and sucked both at once.
Inflamed with lustful obsession, Joyce was unable to lie still. The sensations in her tits were too great for mere words. Brian at the meat of her tits till he could actually smell the pleasant discharge of her cunt. Then he rubbed his hungry mouth over her stomach, not missing the tiniest bit of skin. He massaged her ribs and underarms with his nose and mouth while his hands busied themselves with tits and hips. His lips slid onto hers for another kiss. Next his mouth was on her nose, her eyes, then nibbling her earlobes.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce sighed from the depths of desire. "Ohhhhhh, Brian, darling, I can't believe what you're doing to me! I've never . . . in my life . . . known such ecstasy! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Brian's lips left a trail of needle-like sensation down her flat stomach. He rubbed his face into her glittering cunt-hairs, rubbed his cheeks in them, his chin, forehead. He kissed and sucked the crack of her cunt, seeing her beautiful, pungent-smelling cunt which was soaking wet with her juices. He pushed her pussy-lips together and kissed the long, thin crack. He sucked both cunt-lips simultaneously, then spread them wide and rubbed his face in the hot, pink flesh of her inner pussy. His tongue lapped up the juices while his nose massaged her hard, sultry clit.
"Awwwwww! Oh ... yes!" she screamed in orgasm, expelling more juices from her cunt which Brian immediately lapped up.
His mouth concentrated on the hard little clit while long, bony fingers probed and kneaded the walls of her pussy and then penetrated deep into the musky interior of her pussy-channel.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce moaned, lost in ecstasy. "Oh . . . God ... I love it ... I love it!"
Lying on his stomach between her legs, Brian ate her pussy like a demon, bestowing upon her one orgasm after another.
When all the cream of her cunt had been licked away, he rolled her onto her stomach and started to work on her ass. He massaged and kneaded the muscles of her ass-cheeks while sucking chunks of ass-cheek into his mouth. Then he was kissing and sucking and chewing the inner walls of her ass-cheeks, a fraction of an inch from her oily and shiny pooper. Occasionally he swiped his tongue across her shitter, teasingly, then moved on to new territory around it, his long fingers never ceasing with their twisting and pinching of flesh.
"Oh, Brian, do my asshole. Please do my asshole!" Her voice was almost a sob. "Brian! Brian! You're driving me utterly out of my mind!"
Smiling to himself, he put his mouth to her shitter and licked her asshole. He chewed the puckered flesh while his tongue washed her asshole with saliva. Then he inserted a long thumb and shoved it all the way into the depths of her well-lubricated asshole. Next, he slid his forefinger into her cunt. He rubbed the finger and the thumb together with nothing but the thin wall of sensitive skin between them, driving her hysterical with desire.
A moan came from her mouth in a long slow wail. She was hanging by a thread from the outer limits of sexuality. "Brian . . . Brian . . . Brian ..."
He continued the finger-fucking her sultry holes and chewed the flesh around his thumb till she was on the verge of passing out. Then he scooted up and took her left tit into his mouth and she shoved his left one between her opened lips.
They sucked each other's nipples wildly and nibbled on the hard prick. He slid his right hand between her legs and inserted a long finger into her pussy. She ran a hand between his legs and her fingers encircled his throbbing cock. She jacked him gently while he finger-fucked her cunt, both sucking the other's tit.
She was virtually out of her mind with desire when he got between her legs and pushed them up. He spread them wide and his cock, needing no guidance, eased into the luscious mouth of her pussy.
Slowly, he shoved in the entire length of his prick before stopping.
Bug-eyed and breathing heavily, Joyce stared at him with disbelief, for he was surely the best lover in the world -- the best lover in her world, anyway.
He knew how to fuck, that was for damn sure!
His cock worked slowly, gently, rubbing every inch of the torrid flesh inside her cunt.
Joyce screamed another orgasm, wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him farther into her. Another orgasm immediately assailed her, then still another. And on and on . . .