Chapter 1
Joyce Jones opened eyes to a semi-dark room. The clock proclaimed eight a.m. Thoughts immediately reminded her that yesterday had been her thirtieth birthday, that she'd remained home all day thinking her husband would call or send a telegram. Neither materialized.
The big thirty, everybody called it! It was the years when a woman's sexual desire was supposed to be at its peak. And here it'd been almost six weeks since she'd had sex -- the night before her husband Tom departed for Alaska to fulfill a three-month construction contract.
"And I'm not even horny," she said aloud, running a hand under the elastic of her pajamas and cupping her full, curly, honey-colored cunt-bush, playing with her clit.
Suddenly depression settled on her. Her blue eyes grew misty with tears. The bedroom seemed to be closing in on her. She found it hard to breathe.
"Life is passing me by," she said. "So I've got a nice home, a new Cadillac, and money in the bank. Big deal! What good are they doing me? All I do is stay home and watch TV. I need more friends. To get out. Go places. To hell with Tom! He didn't even remember my birthday. He's probably having himself a ball in Alaska anyway. Probably even got a girlfriend."
Think I'll get drunk, she thought. Somewhere in the house was a bottle of whisky. Now where had she seen it?
Under the sink!
She dashed into the kitchen and found the bottle. There was nothing to mix it with. She splashed some into a glass and then filled it half full with water. Holding her nose, she emptied the glass in three fast swallows, shivered, stood there a moment, then smiled as the alcohol seemed to miraculously erase her depression.
"That's what I need, she thought: to get drunk! But not alone. In a bar. She mixed herself another glass, this time with more whisky.
Maybe I'll even get fucked, she told herself, washing her pussy thoroughly while taking a shower. Suddenly she felt a sexual stirring deep within her cunt.
Without panties, she slipped into tight blue jeans. She reached for a bra to cover her tits but changed her mind and put on a see-through blouse. After combing her shoulder-length, honey-colored hair she got into her new Cadillac.
Feeling uneasy about the thoughts in her mind, she passed several bars before finally pulling into the parking lot of a rather high-class lounge.
It was noon and the place was packed with businessmen and women eating lunch, drinking, laughing, and talking amicably.
Joyce seated herself at the bar and ordered a drink.
Almost immediately a nice-looking man of about forty attired in a business suit sat down next to her.
"Hi," he said, showing a nice smile and brilliant white teeth. "Hi."
"Haven't seen you in here before," the man went on. "Did you just go to work around here? Or just move into the neighborhood? Or maybe I'm asking too many questions?"
Joyce smiled again. "No to all three questions. I was just driving by and thought I'd stop for a drink."
"Good! Let me buy your next one, if you don't mind."
"Don't mind at all." She smiled again and pushed out her chest. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. The guy noticed. "This is the first day of my liberation -- that's why I'm indulging so early in the day."
"Liberation? Did you just get divorced?" "I . . . " She hesitated. "Yes, I just got divorced."
She stared at him in the mirror behind the bar while he stared at her tits. He certainly was a handsome devil! Her pussy twitched, and she couldn't understand why. This was the first time in her ten years of marriage that she'd even thought about fucking another man. She couldn't believe that her pussy was actually getting wet.
They talked another hour and had three more drinks.
Joyce had grown hornier by the minute. She wanted this man in the worst way. It'd been years since she'd been this horny.
"Why don't we go to my place?" the man asked. He'd introduced himself as Al Sears. "I'd like to show you that aquarium I was telling you about ..."
"I'd love to see it," she said slowly, her words becoming a little slurred. And maybe you'll fuck me, she thought.
"My car or yours?" Al asked as they stepped out the side door of the lounge.
She shrugged. "Let's take mine."
"I live in the Graydo Arms," he explained as they rode down the street.
"The Graydo? That's a nice apartment building."
"The best in town."
"You said you were a salesman," she said as they went up in the elevator at his apartment building. "What do you sell?"
"Different things ... I work for a novelty company." He unlocked the door and allowed her to enter first.
"Wow! This is some apartment!" She went straight to the twenty-gallon aquarium, home for scores of different species of fish. "They're beautiful! Are they all tropical?"
"Yes ... the poor things."
She looked at him quizzically. "Why do you call them poor?"
"Well, fish don't have any kind of a sex life, you know?"
"Really? I didn't know that." She smiled, and out of her inebriation she said, "That's what I am -- a poor little fish."
They looked at each other for only a second and then were hugging and kissing like there was no tomorrow.
She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing, patting, rubbing. Her pussy was twitching and dripping with lustful expectations. An exquisite tingling sensation filled her entire body. She wanted to suck the man's cock -- a thing she'd not done in more than six years. She wanted to play with it, to look at it, to lick it, to feel it inside her inflamed cunt.
"Fuck me," she heard herself whisper into his ear, surprised at her own words. "Give me a good fucking. I need it! I really need it bad!"
Al Sears unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the flimsy material from one large tit. Lowering his face, she caught her stiff little nipple between his lips and licked it thoroughly.
Joyce moaned loudly, breathing through her nostrils rapidly, one hand at the back of his head, the other one squeezing his nice little ass.
She was practically out of her mind with lust. "Fuck me! Please fuck me."
He unzipped her jeans and she slipped out of her shoes. He pushed the jeans from her ass and felt bare, warm skin, then slid his hand over her cheek and between her legs to play with her pussy from behind, still sucking and nibbling on her firm and delicious-tasting tit.
Joyce ran a hand across his hard, pulsating cock. Damn, she thought, he's got a monster in his pants! Then she unzipped his fly and ran her hand inside his shorts. His prick was the hardest she'd ever felt, and extremely warm. She wanted to fuck it and to suck it at the same time and couldn't understand this strange but wonderful desire to want to do this to a man she hardly knew. On a strong impulse she undid his belt, unfastened the catch on his pants, and pushed them along with his shorts down and over his ass.
They stood by the bubbling aquarium, his finger in her pussy from behind, his mouth hungrily chewing her tit, making her knees feel like rubber and her pussy feel like it was afire.
One of her hands was on his ass, the other wrapped around his rock-hard cock. Her mouth sucked his neck.
Their heads were dizzy from lust and alcohol.
He pushed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then picked her up in his arms. Still kissing, he carried her into his bedroom and laid her across the queen-sized bed, and stood a moment looking down at the horny, sexy lady, at her long, wavy hair spread out on the bedspread; at her enticing, heaving tits; at her enchanting patch of curly cunt-hairs.
"You're beautiful," he said, speaking as if in a trance. "Truly the most beautiful woman I've been to bed with in a long time."
Then he was on his knees at her feet, pushing up her legs. He stared at the silver-dampness of her cunt and then buried his face into the sweetness of her pussy. He licked and sucked and licked and sucked till there was no more pussy-juice to lick and suck away. Then he spread her pussy-lips with his thumbs and mashed his face into the warm, slippery flesh of her pink cunt. His tongue darted in and out of her sweet-tasting cunt-hole like it'd gone crazy with the desire to taste her.
Joyce moaned and gasped. Her hands stroked his hair. She felt butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt since she'd been a teenager. Her entire body tingled with electrifying sensation. She couldn't remember having ever been this excited before -- not even when her husband first made love to her.
She pulled her legs up farther, allowing better access to her creamy cunt. Then, to her surprise, he was licking her asshole. She grew wild with lustful desire.
"Ohhhh, Al, I like that. I like that. Stick your tongue in my asshole." She realized that he'd probably want her to do the same to him. She didn't mind. She was filled with dark uncontrollable lust as she felt his curved, hard tongue twisting its way into her asshole. Next she felt him chewing on the tight ring of her puckered shitter, at the same time rolling her little clit between his thumb and forefinger.
"Awww!" she screamed. Then she was moaning and groaning and almost crying as an orgasm ripped through her system. Her cunt flooded his face with the pussy-juice that had been building within her for a long time. "Oh, Al, I think I'm going to pass out!"
But she didn't. She thrashed about as her orgasm seemed to reach one magnificent plateau after another. Never in her life had she come so much and so intensely!
Al's experienced mouth and tongue were all over her, eating at her cunt, bestowing thrills upon her that were driving her to the extreme outer limits of lustful titillation.
"Al," she cooed. "I want to suck your -- your thing."
"Then say it. Ask for it like a horny woman -- not like the bashful lady that you are."
"I wanna suck your peter."
"You're getting warm. If you really want to suck it, you've got to call it by the name that most horny women call it by."
"Your cock." She blushed and avoided his eyes.
"Lady, you just won yourself eight inches of hard cock." With that said, he twisted around into a sideways sixty-nine.
One of her arms was under his hip, the hand squeezing his ass. Her other hand curled itself around the throbbing fuck-stick. Her hand moved up and down the stem of his long cock as his tongue and lips delved into her juicy pussy. She stared at the clear drops of fluid oozing from his piss-hole. She opened her mouth wide and took in the helmet-tip of his prick. She sucked it like sucking a sore thumb, not moving her head, just sucking. She was aware of the muskiness of his crotch, but loved the aroma and the taste of it.
But she certainly didn't know how to suck cock!
Unwillingly, he pulled his smiling, glistening face from her cunt and looked at her. "You damned sure haven't sucked many cocks in your life, have you?"
"No . . . just my husband's . . . several years ago."
He got up beside her. "Let me show you how it's done."
He sucked her forefinger into his mouth, took it all into his mouth, while licking it all around. Next he sucked her fingertip, then took all of the finger into his mouth again. He did this over and over.
"Got it?" he asked.
"I -- I think so."
He got on his knees at her shoulder, his long cock standing straight out. She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in two inches. She sucked it the way he'd done her finger, then pushed her head forward and took in another inch. She licked it and sucked it almost as well as a professional would have done . . .
"Hey, you poor little fish," he said, "you learn fast."
Then he was fucking her mouth the way he'd fuck a cunt, only a little more gently. He put a hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her extremely juicy cunt-hole and squeezed her clit in the vise between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand squeezed a firm tit and his fingers pinched and tantalized her pointed, hard nipple.
Joyce began moaning as Al Sears fucked his throbbing prick into her mouth. She hunched her pussy onto his fingers and her mouth onto his prick, meeting each oncoming hunch with enthusiasm.
She was a bit surprised at herself to say the least for enjoying this cock-sucking so intensely. The last time her husband had asked her to suck his cock, she'd refused. That was several years ago. But on the other hand, it'd been equally as long since he'd sucked her cunt . . .
Now, however, she found great enjoyment in sucking Al Sears' cock. She was sucking it like a wild woman, taking it all down the throat every time he hunched his cock forward into her mouth. Then suddenly he straddled her tits, bent forward, and fucked her in the mouth, shoving it all the way down her throat with every thrust.
Joyce moaned with ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire and felt empty without Al's snake-like fingers. She shoved two of her fingers deep into her seething cunt and massaged her cut with the other hand. Her pussy-walls were hot and slippery with juices. Her asshole was crying for attention.
Al fucked her mouth methodically. His balls slapped her beneath the chin with every forward thrust. His hunches grew faster and shorter. He was getting ready to come. Suddenly he drew back and began jacking himself off. The first glob of thick, ropy spunk splattered Joyce's cheek and the corner of her mouth; the second shot into her hair; the third splashed her just below the eye; the rest shot and dripped into her mouth and on her lips. She licked her lips and smacked them noisily.
Al was still moaning, his face twisted into a grimace of pleasure. Then he became motionless. Joyce raised her come-dripping face and sucked his limbering cock into her mouth, sucking out the last precious drops of come.
"My little fish," he said with contentment written all over his face, "you sure are one horny lady."
"Yes I am," she replied, still digging into her sweet and slippery cunt with two fingers. "Why did you have to come? I wanna fuck and suck all day and all night long."
"And we shall, my little fish. We shall."
He got up and stood unsteadily on the floor for a moment before going to the closet and pulling out a large suitcase. He placed it on the bed and opened the lid. The suitcase was literally packed with every conceivable kind of sex aid.
"I told you I worked for a novelty company," Al said. "Well, this is what I sell. Take your pick. Which one do you want to get fucked with first?"
She smiled. She sat up in bed. "Do you have a small one for my asshole?"
"Oh yeah! It's called a butt-plug. And there are a few more here that are made especially for the ass." He picked out a red, pointed, oblong piece of flexible plastic. "This is the latest thing for the asshole. How long's it been since your bowels moved?" "Eh . . . last night."
"Go potty," he said. "Wash yourself out good. Stick your finger up your ass. Get yourself clean. I'll fix us a couple drinks."