Chapter 2
Never had Joyce fucked so much!
Finally, after almost twelve solid hours of making love, she said she had to go home. Al begged her not to go, begged her to go to California with him on his vacation. "I'll pay for the entire trip. It won't cost you a penny."
She laughed, happy with herself and with him. "We've already been through that. I can't go."
She'd finally told him the truth, that she wasn't really divorced.
She drove back to the lounge where they'd met to get his car. They kissed a half-dozen times before she finally pulled herself away, promising him she'd call in two weeks when he was scheduled to return from vacation.
Joyce slept better than she'd slept in years.
She woke with her pussy wet and demanding attention. She was as horny as she'd been the night before!
She lay in bed with happiness written all over her face. She took the large brown shopping bag from the bedside table and dumped it on the bed between her hot, naked thighs. Al had given her one of each of all the sex toys with which she'd been fucked. She sat up in bed and played with them. Every piece fascinated her, but the butt-plug virtually brought goosebumps to her velvet smooth body.
"Damn," she said aloud, "I never even knew that a woman could have an orgasm by getting fucked in the ass. Damn! What an experience!"
She stuck the butt-plug into her mouth to lubricate it. Next, she put spit on two fingers and rubbed it onto her asshole. Slowly, she touched the butt-plug to her asshole and wiggled a half inch of it into the hot interior of her ass, watching her reflection in the dresser-mirror at the foot of the bed. Then she shoved the butt-plug all the way in, sighed with ecstasy and reached for a twelve-inch dildo which was encircled with ridges. She rubbed the helmet-headed dildo across her clit and up and down her milky cunt-crack -- the way Al had thrilled her with it.
"Ohhhh," she purred.
Her cunt was dripping wet. Watching herself in the mirror, she shoved the head of the dildo into the hole of her inflamed pussy.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh," she continued purring as she worked in more inches. "Oh, shit! This is better than any man's cock that I've ever had -- but then I haven't had many. But I need a mouth to kiss."
She picked up another dildo, this one about ten inches long, and stuck the head of it into her mouth while flexing the muscles of her asshole, enjoying the sensation of the butt-plug and now fucking her cunt deep with the ridged big-headed dildo.
The picture in the mirror alone was enough to drive her out of her mind. She moaned from around the ten-incher down her throat.
An orgasm began within her. Her face flushed and contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The red-hot bud of her clit throbbed. Her asshole tingled with rapture. Her cunt expelled a stream of juices.
The sheet beneath her grew wet in spots.
She pulled the dildo from her mouth but left in the butt-plug and the twelve-incher buried in her cunt. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep . . . and dreamed about being raped by a motorcycle gang . . .
The sound of the doorbell brought her back into this world.
"Coming!" she yelled.
Throwing feet to floor, she realized that she was still plugged in. She pulled the dildo from her sloppy cunt and dropped it on the floor with the others, leaving the butt-plug in, then slid into a bathrobe and ran toward the door.
She pushed at her hair to straighten it and then opened the door. Her eyes did a double-take, for standing there was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life. She flexed her ass-muscles and felt sensation from the butt-plug.
The man smiled. "I'm the furnace man. I come every six months to check it. How was it the last time you used it?"
"Fine. It's hot." She smiled with a blush. "I mean, you should check it."
He glanced at her with desire. Joyce was on the make, and he knew it. "Where is the furnace? I mean, is it still in the same place?"
"Yes." She licked her lips.
He went down the stairs, Joyce right behind. She checked him out good. He was about twenty-eight, black hair, tall, muscular, a real hunk. His blue jeans were tight and she could easily see the impression of his cock, which looked to be about six inches long . . . soft.
He got down on his knees and looked at the furnace motor.
Joyce pulled on the sides of her housecoat to loosen the front. She pushed her shoulders together to produce a gap in the V of her neckline. The furnace man inspected several things in and around the furnace, Looking up, he said, "It seems -- " but stopped short when he saw honey-colored pussy-hairs and the bulging tits. He stayed on his knees, his face on an even level with her beautiful cunt less than a foot away.
Joyce untied the sash around her bathrobe. It came open, displaying full view of her cunt.
His face moved forward hesitantly.
She put her hands on his head, surprised at herself for being so bold. She was like another woman. But, oh, it was exciting! Gently, she pulled his head forward. He put his hands on her hips and mashed his face into her soft, curly hairs. She spread her legs. His tongue snaked out and licked at the flesh above her clit.
He pressed his chin between her legs and caught the little clit-nub between his lips and sucked it ever so gently and pressed on it with his tongue. His hands cupped and squeezed her ass-cheeks. He felt the tip of the butt-plug protruding from her asshole and recoiled slightly from the feel of it, wondering what the hell the thing was.
"What the hell -- "
"It's a butt-plug." She blushed. "I'm horny. Eat my pussy! Please eat my pussy!"
He stood up beside her and looked into her sparkling blue eyes. His mouth moved forward, seeking her full, sensuous lips. The kiss was French and long and exciting, their tongues darting and pushing at each other. She chewed hungrily on his upper lip and felt the bulge in his pants grow.
Suddenly he picked her up and sat her on the washing machine, then raised her feet and placed her heels on the edge of the washer. Joyce leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, allowing complete access to her sizzling cunt. The man pulled up the clothes hamper and sat on it, his face on an even keel with the gleaming pinkness of her pussy.
With his thumbs, he spread her cunt-lips. Then he licked the inner walls of her musky but delicious-tasting cunt. He began sucking like a man obsessed.
Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his mammoth and come-dripping cock and began milking it down, causing tiny drops of fuck-juice to ooze from his piss-hole and add shine to the almost-purple head of his eight-inch prick.
He mumbled into her cunt while jacking his cock swiftly and eating her cunt like it was the last thing he was ever going to eat.
Joyce had every nerve in her trembling body on the razor's edge, the butt-plug enhancing the razor-sharp sensation that had permeated her entire being.
Oh, God, she thought, what have I been missing all my life? This has gotta be the next best thing to heaven!
Her mind grew dark and her hands and arms began trembling with the beginnings of another orgasm. She flexed her ass-muscles and pulled the man's face farther into her cunt as he jacked his cock swiftly and moaned from somewhere inside himself.
As her orgasm began, she fondled the butt-plug, pulled it out, and crammed it in again. She kept sliding down on the washing machine and the man had to put his hands on her ass to stop her from sliding off. But then one hand went back to his cock and started jacking it again, faster then before.
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce howled.
The man groaned as a handful of spunk shot from his pisshole and onto his pants. But he kept jacking and sucking the cream from her pussy till he'd sucked out every last drop of juice.
"You have the most delicious-tasting pussy I've ever sucked," he said holding his cock and looking around.
"Thank you. In the hamper you'll find something to wipe yourself with." She slid from the washing machine. "And you better let me throw those pants of yours in the washer. Look, you've got cum on both legs . . . and between your knees! Pull 'em off. Let me wash 'em for you."
He looked at his watch. "I've got to be back in the office in one hour."
"Plenty of time to wash your pants and for me to suck your cock."
"Do you have anything to drink?"
"Whisky," she informed him.
"Vodka would be better. Then they wouldn't be able to smell it on me at the office. But I'll chew some gum and maybe no one'U know."
In the kitchen, Joyce mixed two glasses of whisky and water while the furnace man who'd said his name was Jerry Albright used the bathroom. When he emerged, she handed him a glass.
He took a large swallow. "Hey, this is strong stuff! How many shots did you put in it?"
"I didn't measure it." She stared at his semihard cock and couldn't believe that this was happening. She took the fuck-stick in her hand. It felt good to her touch.
"Suck it a minute," Jerry suggested. "It'll get hard fast. And that's what you need -- a hard cock."
Joyce took a large swallow from her glass and set it on the kitchen counter. Then she sank to her knees on the carpeting. She took his cock in both hands and looked at the piss-hole from which a tiny drop of semen had emerged.
Moving her face closer, she lashed out her tongue and licked away a tiny drop of semen. She sat down on the floor, shoving the butt-plug farther into her ass, and took the slippery head of his prick into her warm mouth. Closing her lips around it, her tongue encircled the head of his prick. She sucked his pisshole, trying to suck out more semen, and fondled his long hairy balls. She sucked half of his prick into her mouth and moved her head back and forth, slurping it at the same time, squeezing his ass-cheeks with the hand not on his balls.
She took another inch of pulsating cock into her mouth and ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Then her forefinger stopped at his puckered shitter. She massaged the ring of his asshole while sucking on the five inches of cock in her warm, eager mouth. The feel of his tight shitter brought a strange desire to her -- the desire to suck his asshole.
She put her hands on his hips and turned him around. "Touch your toes!"
He did as commanded.
She spread his ass-cheeks and looked for a moment at his sexy-looking shitter. She'd never seen a shit-hole up close before. It was pretty and reminded her of a succulent berry. She spread his cheeks wide, causing a little hole to appear in the midst of the pucker.
Her face moved forward. Her mouth encompassed the tiny hole. She licked it first, then licked it again, then sucked it, then coiled her tongue and pressed it to the succulent berry.
"Oh, baby," Jerry said, "that feels great! No one's ever done that to me before. Stick your tongue in it!"
Joyce took another large swallow from her glass of whiskey and then returned to the inviting asshole. She sucked it and licked it and kept pressing her tongue at the tight hole. Finally, she managed to get the tip of her curved tongue inside the small aperture, one hand spreading his cheeks and the other one jacking his hard, throbbing cock which had already reached full capacity. She shoved her tongue farther into his shitter.
Jerry moaned and uttered sounds of pure pleasure, his hands on his ankles, his thoughts lustful . . .
Joyce wished she had a dildo up her cunt. She stood up quickly. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
Jerry couldn't imagine why Joyce had stopped. But a few seconds later he knew when she returned with the twelve-inch dildo covered with ridges.
His eyes widened with surprise. "Hey, you're not going to stick that thing up my ass, are you?"
She laughed. "No, it's for me. Bend over the table this time, and spread your own ass-cheeks."
He obeyed. She touched the dildo to her slippery cunt and shoved eight inches of it up her pussy-channel without stopping. Next she pulled a chair to the table and sat down behind his ass, shoving the remainder of the twelve-incher up her cunt and mashing the butt-plug farther into her asshole.
He spread his ass-cheeks wide.
Joyce put her mouth over his succulent asshole and began sucking and pushing her coiled, hard tongue into the tiny opening while wiggling around on the chair and flexing her cunt muscles. The mere thought of what she was doing to this strange, handsome man drove her libido to greater heights.
She felt her wetness on the chair where she sat. Sounds came from her throat -- sounds of lust and of great excitement. Her pussy and asshole tingled ecstatically. Her mouth grew more hungry for his tasty berry. Her tits, which she squeezed and kneaded with both hands, were firm, the nipples long, hard cones.
She puckered a mouthful of spit and pressed it onto his asshole, then pressed her forefinger to the tiny opening while sucking the musky flesh beside his shit-hole. The finger slid inside without any effort. She wiggled it around gently, careful not to cause him pain.
"Oh, baby, yes, yes, I like that!" he gasped. "It feels great! Absolutely fabulous! I've never ... in all my life ... felt anything so great! Shove it all the way in!"
Joyce obeyed and shoved her finger as far up his asshole as it would go. She wiggled it around and around, opening him up and driving him practically out of his mind. His entire body trembled. He kept moaning but she couldn't understand a word he said. She was lost in her own private world, oblivious to everything except the burning needs of her cunt. The twelve-incher in her pussy and the stimulating butt-plug up her ass seemed alive as she wiggled around on the chair and kept flexing the muscles of her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" Jerry screamed, looking around at her. "I'm having some kind of . . . some kind of mental orgasms. I've never had anything like it before. It -- it's great! That husband of yours sure is a lucky man to have a doll like you to love."
Joyce kept sucking the tangy flesh beside his shitter and now fucking her finger deeper and harder into his musky asshole.
"Oh, baby," Jerry muttered, "you're terrific! My nuts are aching. They wanna explode. I can't hold it much longer!"
She, too, was on the magnificent brink of orgasm . . . and she wanted a mouthful of cock and jism when the time arrived.
"Sit on the table," she said.
Jerry moved around and sat on the edge of the table, and leaned back on his arms. Joyce pulled the chair up close, between his legs, and ate the piece of cock-meat standing so magnificently before her. She took it all down her throat and savored the stimulating aroma of sex that filled her nostrils.
She loved his long, pretty cock and proved it by the way she gave head. She took the entire shaft down her throat then drew her face back and slurped the shiny head, trying to suck come from the piss-hole while fondling his balls with one hand and running her other hand and fingers through his thick, kinky pubic hairs. The dildo was completely submerged in her juicy cunt. She kept mashing her pussy into the chair-cushion and now roughly massaging her sensitive and thrill-provoking tits.
"Ahhhhh!" she gurgled, eating his cock as if it was the food of life. "Come, if you can. And I'll come when you fill my mouth with your jism!"
She went back to sucking his cock and squirming around on the chair, teetering on the brink of total gratification.
His hands flat on the table, leaning back on his arms, he hunched his cock into her mouth. She looked so beautiful with her long hair moving with the motion of her head and his cock going in and out of her mouth. He watched her hands knead her hard tits and pinch the nipples as she wiggled around on the chair and deep-throated his quivering, slippery cock.
"Here it comes!" he screeched. "Eat my spunk! Drink it down! Suck it out!"
He held his breath and pulled in his groin muscles which triggered his climax and sent gob after gob of tasty jizz into Joyce's hot, sucking mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of the delicious spunk and still some of it oozed from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She swallowed several times as her own orgasm hit full-force and made her shiver with lust and made every nerve in her body tremble. Hot waves of pleasure continued to rip through her system, prolonging and intensifying her climax. Her body convulsed as she mashed her cunt into the chair-cushion and sucked the last tiny speck of spunk from his pulsating prick.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh," he moaned. His arms buckled and he fell back onto the table. "Oh, baby, oh, baby!"
"Ahhhhh!" Joyce pinched her nipples so hard they ached with delightful erotic pain, but the burning need in her cunt was gone -- at least temporarily, anyway . . .