Chapter 12
Joyce didn't want to bother Freda and her husband at this time of night, but it was the only place she could think of going. They would understand . . .
The lights were on. She knocked on the door.
Freda opened it with wide-eyed surprise.
"I didn't want to bother you," Joyce said, her voice fringed with sobs. "But I had to talk to someone who cares about me."
"Oh, Joyce, honey, what's happened to you?
Come in. Come in."
"It's Tom ..." Then Joyce told Freda the entire story.
"Make him sick, huh?" Freda said as if talking to herself. "What he needs is a sexual awakening like you've had."
"Exactly! That's exactly what I was thinking. But how? What can we do?"
"What you should do is go home and get him drunk -- get him so goddamn drunk he can't stand up! Then sit down in his face. Just mash and rub your sweaty, sticky cunt in his face. He might hate you for it right then, but I'll bet you that a week from now when he's working and thinking about it that his cock gets hard."
"Yeahhhh. I believe that'd work," Joyce said with an impish smile. "Tie him up, that's what I should do!"
Freda burst into laughter. "What exactly are you going to do?"
"You mean what are we going to do?" * * * Twenty minutes later it was almost midnight and Joyce was unlocking the front door of her house.
Tom was standing in the center of the living room, naked, his cock soft, a glass of Scotch in hand, a worried expression on his handsome face.
She grabbed the bottle of Scotch and led him into the bedroom, unscrewed the lid, and gave him the bottle. "Drink. Drink till I tell you to stop."
Without a word he raised the bottle and kept swallowing till he started gagging. She went quickly into the kitchen and got him a glass of water and snatched up four cords and returned to him. He stared at the cords and emptied the glass of water in two swallows.
"On the bed," she ordered, and he obeyed immediately, and didn't say a word in protest as she bound his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed.
He was actually grinning as she danced around the room, shedding her clothes and exhibiting her sexy body. Freda was past due . . . Joyce kept on dancing and playing with her tits and running her hands between her legs till she heard the front door open and heard the click of the lock as it closed behind the blonde.
Freda had begun stripping when she walked through the door. She dropped her last piece of clothing on the floor and appeared at the bedroom door naked, a brown shopping bag in hand.
"What the hell ..." Tom began but stopped. He appeared a little perturbed and very bewildered. "Look, I don't know -- what the hell are you doing?"
His wife crawled upon the bed and positioned her sticky, sweaty cunt just inches from his face, silencing him with her juicy, sweaty cunt. He wiggled his head. She scooted up and pressed her ankles into the hollow of his cheeks. She mashed her ripe cunt into his mouth, and this time didn't give him a chance to say anymore.
The blonde had taken a thermos of steaming hot coffee, a cup, and a container of crushed ice from the shopping bag. She poured coffee into the cup and filled her mouth with ice. Then she leaned over Tom's flaccid cock. Joyce kept rubbing the crack of her musky cunt up and down her husband's face -- from his nose to his chin -- smearing his good looks with the cream of her cunt.
The blonde picked up the flaccid cock and shoved it into her mouth, dripping a few drops of icy water onto his balls.
Tom mumbled and was again silenced by his wife's saturated pussy. To his absolute surprise, he realized that his cock was getting hard.
Freda felt the fuck-lump growing -- felt it grow to almost-full capacity within the cold refrigeration of her mouth. Quickly, she swallowed what ice she could and washed the rest down with steaming coffee. She held the coffee and didn't swallow till the beautiful head of his cock touched her lips. Then she took in five inches of fuck-stick.
Encompassed by the hot flesh of a sucking mouth, Tom's cock jumped to full maturity instantly.
The blonde sucked till her mouth cooled, then filled it again, swallowed, and sucked his balls.
Never had Tom known that such beautiful thrills were available.
Joyce continued the cunt-action in his face.
Slowly Tom rubbed his nose into his wife's creamy cunt. Then he kissed it, sucked it, and liked it more and more with each heart beat. Joyce elevated her ass a little to allow him more breathing space, and his tongue and mouth followed her upward. Teasingly, she moved her cunt out of reach. He strained his neck trying to reach it.
"Oh, you're beginning to like it, huh?" Her smile radiated love and happiness.
He returned her smile. "You're something else, darling. And I love you with all my heart and soul. Now get that pussy back to my face before I go nuts with desire."
"Oh no," she announced. "It's Freda's turn now."
"Huh?"
The girls quickly traded places.
Tom stared up at the blonde's pussy. It was pretty, but not as pretty as his wife's. There was more fat around Freda's cunt, and the lips were larger, fatter; the hairs were longer and not as curly. But it was beautiful. And he wanted it in his face.
"Sit down," he said with a grin, "and let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours."
Freda sat down on his face and his tongue went wild with its licking, slurping, and kissing.
Joyce swallowed the mouthful of steaming coffee and drew his cock into her mouth. It was harder than she'd ever known it to be before. She took the entire length down her hot throat and swallowed over and over again to activate the tight ring of her gullet, to give him an enhanced thrill.
Tom was out of his mind with lustful inclinations, and found it impossible to lie still. And soon he was shooting a premature ounce of spunk down his wife's throat while sucking the pussy in his face with enthusiasm.
"Ahhhhh!" Freda moaned and also exploded in orgasm, drenching Tom's handsome face with the delicious juices of her torrid cunt.
Joyce squelched her husband's come around in her mouth before swallowing and, doing so, felt the impact of a terrific orgasm ripping at her mind and body.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she whined, digging fingers into her cunt to prolong the sensations. And she didn't quit sucking. When the orgasm dwindled, she looked up. "I forgot to tell you to hold off about coming, 'cause we're going to suck you and fuck till the break of day -- or until we can't move."
"Oh boy, oh boy," he said enthusiastically. "It'll be four more hours before the crack of dawn."
He returned to the pussy at his face as his wife chewed a mouthful of ice and then swallowed his cock.
And on through the night it went.
The sun's first rays had begun to shine through the window when they untied him and Joyce followed her friend to the front door while Tom trudged into the bathroom to take a shower.
"Don't forget tonight," the blonde said. "What? Oh . . . you mean about going to see Al Sears?" "Right."
"Thanks, Freda. I love you."
"And I love you, honey. Now go to your husband and tell him how much you love him."
Joyce was in bed when Tom came out of the shower drying his naked, handsome body.
"I love you," she said.
"Oh, darling, I love you too. Would it be all right with you if I sucked your pussy while we talk?"
She laughed. "Yes, sweetheart. Suck it all you want to. But why don't we sixty-nine? Then we can both eat while we're talking."
"Splendid idea." He moved into position . . .
She looked at the fuck-stick staring her in the face. It's gorgeous she told herself. Truly the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen.
"Oh, heck," she said, "I was going to take a shower before we started making love again."
"A shower! Don't be absurd! You'd just wash the sugar away." And for the next couple of minutes he kept his rotating face and licking tongue in the crack of her slippery pussy, loving the smell and the taste more and more by the second.
"What time does your plane leave?" she asked, holding his prick in hand and kissing the side.
"At four o'clock. Aren't you coming with me?" He held his breath, afraid of what her answer would be.
"Not now, Tommy. But I'll be there for the twentieth of next month."
"The twentieth? Why then?"
She squeezed his cock then she replied, "Because it's your birthday, dummy."
"Oh, hell, and I'd forgotten all about it! But you didn't." He kissed the inviting pussy. "Darling, it's not going to be easy to get along without you now. I'll be thinking about you every minute of every day. And I bet my cock stays hard all the time."
It was hard now. She sucked it into her mouth. She began thinking about all the cocks she'd sucked lately and grew hornier than she'd been that day. Al's was nice. Paul had a nice one. Jack and Joe had nice cocks and their humor made her happy. As a matter of fact, they'd all been nice, she told herself, sucking her husband's stiff and beautiful prick with uncontrollable desire.
Joyce sucked her husband's cock with new enthusiasm, thinking about taking Freda to Alaska with her so they could both fuck and suck Tom's delicious cock. And with him fucking and sucking Freda he wouldn't have much room to complain about the men she'd fucked, she told herself -- and the ones she'd fuck this coming week.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too, darling," he replied, and stuck his tongue into the pussy at his face.