Chapter 10
She made a date with Brian for the following week before driving home and taking a shower. She'd intended to remain home for the rest of the day. But the thoughts of Brian would not leave her mind, and an image of him kept flashing in her mind. This kept her pussy wet no matter how often she washed and dried it.
She called Freda several times but the line was busy. Needing to tell someone about Brian, and wanting to find out if Freda had gotten in touch with Al Sears, Joyce dressed into a thin sundress, not bothering to wear panties, and drove to her dear friend's house.
Maybe Freda will give me a fast cunt-licking while I'm here -- to kind of smooth the sharp edges of my lust, she told herself as she pulled into the driveway.
The day had been hot and the night was now sticky. Without knocking, Joyce went inside and into the living room.
Standing at the kitchen sink with his back to her was Freda's husband Bill, attired only in loose-fitting boxer shorts.
He should have been at work!
Oh, hell, today was Saturday!
Joyce's first impulse was to leave before he saw her, but that would be the wrong thing to do.
She coughed. "I'm sorry. "I-I should have knocked."
He faced her, smiling cheerfully, holding a glass of water in hand. "Oh, hi, Joyce. How are you today?"
"Eh, just fine. I just came by to see Freda for a moment. I'll come back later." She turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute," he said, setting the glass on the counter. "You don't have to run off like that. Freda was telling me that you might like to see this -- "
He pulled up the leg of his shorts and the head of his cock appeared, then two inches of it, then the entire thing. Even soft it was a monstrous piece of meat.
It was the thickest cock she'd ever seen -- even thicker than Paul's. She stared at it, somewhat envying Freda. But what the hell, she told herself, they all feel about the same when they're inside me. It was the way a man used it that really mattered. Still, Bill had a gorgeous fuck-tool. She kept staring at it, entranced by its beauty, and watched it grow hard right before her very eyes.
She'd never watched a cock get hard that fast before -- watched it grow from six to eleven inches. It was magic! She watched him stroke it. Then he pushed it first to one side and then to the other. He pushed it down and moved his hand and it jumped back out again, standing at full attention.
"C'mere," he said softly, like a man trying to entice a virgin into no longer being one. "C'mon over. I won't hurt you."
Trance-like, she moved closer.
"Put your hand on it," he coached. "Feel it. You know you want to. It's so hard and hot!"
Not really aware of what was happening, her fingers coiled themselves around the massive piece of fuck-meat. She slid her other fist onto it, and there was still room enough for two more the size of hers. She moved both fists over the length of cock. The head was light purple.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She wanted to but hesitated.
"Go on," he encouraged. "It won't bite back. Kiss it!"
Seized by uncontrollable lust, she sank to the floor on her knees. She put her lips to the head and kissed it. When she withdrew her face, a string of silvery jism stretched from her lips to his cock-head.
"Kiss it again," he said. "Cock loves to be kissed by a pretty lady."
Again she kissed the cock-head. This time her lips kept kissing, then her tongue was licking -- licking away the tiny, clear drops of fluid oozing from the pisshole. Next she held the head in her hand and covered the long shaft from base to hand with soft kisses. Then she kissed the underside.
"Put it in your mouth," he said.
She opened her lips wide and put her mouth over the head and ran her tongue across the pisshole. Then she was sucking the head -- sucking hard. She took in two more inches of fuck-meat and her mouth was full. She sucked the cock-meat in her mouth and rotated her head from side to side with contentment.
"Take it all," he said. "Take it all down your throat."
She looked up at him. "I can't. It's on the wrong angle with my throat to do that. If it was pointed down, I could."
He pulled her up beside him and put his arms around her waist. His lips tasted hers while his hands gathered her skirt into their palms. Next he ran a hand over her bare ass and into the crack at the bottom of her ass where fingers pushed at her pussy.
Joyce's legs felt rubbery. There was an added element to this thrill -- the element being that she was screwing around with her best friend's husband and that the best friend approved wholeheartedly. This though alone was enough to drive her libido to the sky.
Having enough of her hesitation, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the mirrored bedroom. He laid her down on the bed with her head dangling over the side.
"Don't move," he ordered pleasantly. "Your head's in the right position now for swallowing cock."
He'd already slipped from his shorts. He stood before her face, his long, thick cock on an even level with her mouth and throat.
She opened her mouth wide and permitted entry to the wet head of his massive prick. He pushed an inch into her mouth, then another, and soon the head was sliding past her tonsils and down her throat. Then it was all the way in and his hairy balls were dangling in her eyes.
He fucked her mouth softly and gently. He pulled his cock from her throat and let her slurp and suck the head, then pushed it down her gullet again. He did this over and over before his hips picked up speed and he was fucking her mouth the way he'd fuck a cunt -- with long, fast hunches.
After a few minutes in this position, he leaned over her, put his elbows behind her knees and pulled her legs back, placing her creamy and lucid pussy at his mouth. He mashed his face into the bitter-sweet meat of her seething cunt and snaked his tongue around the depths of her beautiful cunt-gash. He caught the hard little nub of her clit between his lips and tantalized it with teeth and mouth while shoving two fingers into her cunt -- all the while his stiff prick fucked her throat with vast determination. .
From around the mammoth fuck-stick down her throat, Joyce murmured as an orgasm rocked her body with its waves and ripples of delight.
Bill could see them both in the mirrors, but she couldn't. Wanting her to see the pictures of themselves, he pulled away and got on the bed between her legs and lifted them high.
Her pussy looked beautiful and alluring and glistened with his saliva and the juices of her cunt.
Bill fucked her with a couple of inches of stiff cock for a minute or so before driving it to the balls.
"Auh!" Joyce said quickly then relaxed in ecstasy as the diamond-hard prick pumped into her wet cunt hard and fast, filling her body with the sensations of lust.
When Bill noticed her staring into the mirrors of the ceiling, he stood straight on his knees and fucked her cunt furiously to give her a better view of themselves in the mirrors.
Entranced, Joyce stared at the picture in the mirrors. His prick looked two feet long! She watched him pull it all out but the head and then ram it into her cunt again. Then he rolled her over and pulled her ass high and fucked her dog-fashion. He drove his cock into her fast and hard and both heard the swish-swash of pussy-juice.
Joyce, on her elbows and her ass high, looked at them both in the mirrors. They showed a clear picture of his gorgeous hunk of fuck-meat tearing the hell out of her cunt with its long, deep hunches and the rhythmic motion of his sexy-looking ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" she exclaimed, thinking she felt the head of his cock in the pit of her stomach. "Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes! Do it to it! Fuck the juices right out of it!"
Then they were on their sides, his stomach to her back, her left leg pushed to her tits, his cock pumping into her hot cunt fast and hard. This picture, too, was a real turn-on and Joyce reached another wailing climax.
Then she was on top of him, bouncing up and down on his bloated prick like a rubber ball. The mirrors at her face afforded the best picture. She saw herself bouncing up and down on his stiff cock, saw her tits bobbing and swaying like crazy. Her hair billowed and cascaded around her head and face.
"I'm going to come pretty soon," he stated. "How do you want it? In your pussy or in your mouth?"
"Come in my face," she suggested. "Let me jack you off till you come in my face and mouth. Get on your knees under my arms."
She stretched out and he got on his knees in the designated position. Grabbing his throbbing prick, she began jacking the slippery thing hard and fast. His hot cock felt good in her hand. Her face was inches from his pisshole. She put one arm over his leg and was able to touch and knead her clit.
"Here it comes!" he wailed.
She, too, felt the inception of orgasm in her groin. She jacked his cock harder and faster and twisted and pinched her clit as the juice began to fly from his slitted pisshole. She slanted his cock upward and was splattered on the nose, cheeks, and chin before a huge gob of thick, warm spunk shot into her opened mouth. Lifting her face more, she touched her tongue to the head of his cock. Semen slid down her tongue and across her tonsils and tastebuds before oozing down her throat. She kept jacking his cock and twisting her clit till the jism stopped flying. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked softly and tenderly till his sac shriveled around empty balls. * * * She was just backing out of the driveway when the blonde returned home. Freda got out of her car and went to her friend who was waiting.
"Hi," she said through the opened window. "Did you and Bill get along real good together?" Her face was radiant and smiling.
Joyce blushed a little. "Fine. We had a real good time."
"I told the stud to fuck you good with that big cock of his, or I'd bite it off! We'll get together soon. Right now I want to rush in and hear about everything you guys did while I was away. Oh, by the way, I called that Al Sears. He's all for a threesome. Said for us to be at his apartment Monday evening about eight."
"Fine. We'll be there."