Chapter 5
"Hello," Joyce said into the receiver after the phone had rung two times.
"Joyce, darling, I'm so terrible sorry I forgot your birthday. Honestly, darling, I was just so damned busy I forgot." It was her husband.
"Oh. Tommy. Where are you calling from?"
"Alaska. From my office. Darling . . . I'm sorry."
She was silent. Her feelings had been hurt, and they were still mending. She'd never forget his birthday, or anyone else whom she loved.
"Darling, I don't blame you for being angry," Tom went on. "I'd probably -- "
"I'm not angry," she interrupted. "I'm hurt. You've neglected me so much during the past five or six years that forgetting my birthday just came naturally to you."
"Oh, Joyce, darling," he said. "Listen, I'm coming home just as soon as we get this one section completed. But I won't be able to stay for more than a couple of days."
"Coming home?" She didn't know if she liked that or not. She was having too much fun. "When will that be?"
"I dunno. It'll only take two or three days to finish up this one section. I'll call you again in a few days and let you know more about it. Bye, darling. I love you."
But the phone clicked, and he was gone.
Joyce sat down in a living room chair, staring at the phone. Then she began crying. "He doesn't love me. He just said he did because he thought it'd make me feel better. Well, it doesn't!"
She went to the new bottle of Scotch that she'd bought and opened it. Not bothering to mix a glass, she drank straight from the bottle, swallowed hard, and shivered.
And soon her thoughts turned to sex. Whereupon, she dressed, got into her Cadillac, and went looking for a cock.
During the next eight days, she fucked five different gorgeous cocks and had three more beautiful sex relations with her dear friend Freda.
But she didn't hear from her husband. Maybe he'd called and maybe he hadn't. She didn't know, for she hadn't been home long enough during the days, or the nights, to answer all calls.
"You have a cute-looking butt," she said brazenly to the teenaged boy behind the counter of the diner where she was eating lunch. It wasn't really herself doing the talking -- it was the Scotch . . . and her own sultry pussy.
The boy turned and faced her, blushed, and then smiled. He was young, good-looking, had wavy black hair and a dimple in either cheek. A, moment ago he had pulled off his apron, done with work for the day. Joyce's words had gone straight to his cock, causing it to grow with instant hardness. The bulge in his pants was apparent.
Joyce had already looked around, ensuring no one was within earshot. "Has a woman ever told you that before?"
"Yeah ... a couple," he lied.
"Then you've made love before?"
"Oh yes, many times," he lied again.
"How would you like to make love to me?"
His face was red now. "Your place or mine?" he asked, having read the line somewhere.
"Yours, if it's all right with your mother."
"I live alone," he stated flatly. "I've got my own apartment! I've had my own place for years," he lied again. Actually he'd had his own place for a month -- since school vacation had begun.
"When do you get off work?" she asked. "Three minutes ago." "Shall we take your car or mine?" she asked. "Eh, your car. My Cadillac's in the garage." She got up, leaving some money on the counter to pay for her meal.
"Mine's parked out back," she said, and took a couple steps toward the door. "Are you coming?"
"Eh, yeah. He walked kind of sideways, so the customers couldn't see his hard-on. In back of the diner, he said, "You really do have a Cadillac, don't you?"
"Sure do. Don't you?"
"No, not really," he confessed, getting in. "Just an old Ford. But it's a good one. Turn right at the light. Go down four blocks and it's the green house on the corner -- right across from the police department."
"I like these police," she said. "They seem nicer than the ones in the city. Scoot over closer to me. I want to feel what I'm about to get."
He scooted over.
She put her hand on his bulge and almost fainted with surprise. "Damn, you've got a ring of baloney down there! How many inches do you have?"
"One of my girlfriends measured it once," he lied, throwing his chest out, proud of his measurement. "She said I had twelve inches."
"Twelve inches! Wow! And you're still growing."
"Naw, I've worn the same size shoes for two years now."
"Shoes? What's that got to do with your cock?" she asked.
"Well, I've heard that when your feet quit growing that your cock quits growing too."
"Really?" She wrapped her hand around his cock and marveled at the hunk of fuck-meat. Her pussy twitched and expelled a few drops of fluid. That electricity-like feeling pervaded her cunt, and her nipples hardened into long cones.
"This is it," he said." Pull around back. I live upstairs."
She parked and followed him up the flight of steps, her heart fluttering with excitement. He locked the door behind her and she said, "Let me see it. I've never seen a twelve-inch cock before."
She unzipped his fly and had a difficult time freeing the stiff, big-headed cock from the tight confinement of his jockey shorts. She stared at the gigantic hunk of fuck-meat that was almost as big around as her wrist. It was as hard as concrete. The blood veins were enormous ridges and completely encircled the beautiful cock. The head was half as large as her fist.
She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. She pulled his shorts down and held his balls in her hand. Then she slipped to her knees and held his cock in both hands. The slit in the head was oozing pre-come. She jacked his cock a couple times and squeezed it gently, then harder. The head took on a deeper shade of purple and several drops of clear, shiny fluid oozed from the slit.
As if in a trance, her face moved slowly forward. She opened her mouth wide to receive the fist-like head, but had to open it wider. She had to open it so wide, in fact, that her jaws ached. But she paid no attention to the discomfort. She licked the juice from the pee-slit and took the cock-head into her hot mouth. The kid began to moan as she took another inch of his cock into her mouth.
With one hand, she unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She wore no panties, and her hand went straight to her cunt as she took the third inch of pulsating fuck-meat into her mouth. She tried to take more, but her mouth was absolutely full. She was in the wrong position.
She knew that a man's cock needed to be on an even keel with the woman's mouth and throat in order for her to swallow the cock-meat with ease. So she contented herself for the time being with sucking the three inches in her mouth. And suck them she did! Hard and fast! Like the true professional that she was becoming.
"Oooooh," the boy moaned, his mind obsessed with having his cock sucked. Then he was screaming, and shooting his hot, thick, premature fountain of come into Joyce's mouth.
She let two inches of cock slide from her mouth to make room for the cupful of semen that she savored for a few moments before swallowing it to make room for more, all the time digging into her cunt with two fingers and squeezing her clit.
The boy's legs buckled beneath him and he dropped to the floor on his knees.
Joyce followed him down, still sucking, still digging into her inflamed and creamy cunt.
Orgasm washed over her. But she continued sucking his cock and digging into her cunt till ecstasy turned into sublime numbness. Then she lay with her head beside his limber prick. She pulled it across her face and kissed it, then closed her eyes in magnificent tranquility.
"I'm sorry I was so fast," the boy apologized. "But it'll only take a minute and I'll be ready to go again."
She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm holding you to that. You young guys are all alike -- can't hold off for five minutes but can fuck fifteen times a day."
"Do you fuck a lot of young guys?"
"No. You're the first. But I've done a lot of reading lately, and that's what I've read." Slowly, teasing his cock into getting hard, she undressed herself.
He watched with increasing excitement.
She lifted both tits and, one at a time, licked each nipple and a part of the areola around it. Then she ran her hands down her hips and between her legs which she had spread wide. She rubbed her pussy with first one hand and then the other, turned around slowly, and rubbed her hands across her ass. Next, she stood straight and touched the floor, then put a leg straight out and touched her toes, making sure he got a good look at her cunt and asshole.
She whirled quickly and dropped to her knees beside him. His cock was three-quarters hard, She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders. Within seconds she had him stripped, and his cock was standing at attention. She ran the tips of her fingers across his chest and over his nipples, squeezing them as she did so. Then she threw one leg over his hips, straddling his thick cock.
She took his prancing prick in one hand and rubbed the fist-like head up and down the crack of her seething cunt, lubricating the head with the slippery drippings of her pussy. Then, spreading the lips of her pussy with the other hand, she aimed the head of his prick at the entrance of the pink hole between her legs. She lowered her ass a little and took in half of the head. There was a little pain, but she loved it, and lowered herself more.
The slippery head popped into her succulent center with just a little more pain than she'd felt before. And still she lowered herself. More painful inches followed. But this was sexual pain, and didn't really count. She lowered her ass more, and still more, and finally she had the entire twelve inches buried into her pussy-channel.
She sighed with relief as the pain began to subside and ecstasy prevailed.
"Ooooh, it feels so good," he said. "Your cunt is so damned hot it feels like an oven."
"You like it?"
"I love it."
She leaned over and kissed him.
There was no vigor to his kiss, no tongue. His lips were barely parted.
"Open your mouth," she ordered.
He opened his mouth wide, like a baby bird about to receive a worm from its mother.
Joyce chuckled and said, "Not that wide! I don't want to fall in."
He closed his mouth halfway.
"Perfect," she said. She kissed his mouth and put her tongue inside. Her hair cascaded over the sides of their faces. His cock was buried motionless in her pussy.
He began to hunch into her.
She raised her ass an inch or so to allow more space for harder hunches.
"Ooooh," he said, his eyes and countenance serious, "this is the greatest I've ever had."
She smiled, meeting each forward thrust of his cock with rhythmic hunches of her own. "Do you get a lot?"
"I get enough."
"How often do you get it?"
"A couple times a week. But this is the best I've ever had. You're the greatest in the world."
"Oh I doubt that."
"Well," he said, still hunching into her, "maybe not the greatest in the world. But certainly the greatest in the whole state."
"Thank you, dear. You're sweet." She gave him another kiss.
Getting bolder, this time his tongue entered her mouth. She sucked it fervently, her ass picking up speed on his pistoning cock.
"Ooooh!" she moaned. "Yes! Yes, I like that! That's the kind of kiss I like. Fuck me, dear boy! Fuck me hard! Make me sore! Do it to it! Tear that pussy up!"
He hunched into her wild and hard, like a bucking bronco trying to throw its rider. Joyce's ass moved up and down like a jack-hammer. She threw one hand into the air and looked toward the ceiling in mimicry of a cowgirl breaking a wild steed.
"Ride 'em, cowgirl!" the boy screamed, and hunched so hard that the connection broke and Joyce fell to the floor in hysterical laughter.
Not giving her time to get up, he quickly crawled between her legs, grabbed his stiff cock, and shoved it toward her saturated pussy.
"Easy with that thing," she said. "You've got more meat there than two average men have put together. Be easy at first . . . then tear the hell out of it."
He inserted an inch. "Oh, hell, that's gotta be the hottest pussy ever!" And without thinking he rammed in seven inches.
"Auh! Easy! Damnit!"
"Sorry. Oh I'm sorry." He kissed her a couple times quickly. "I'll be easy from now on, I promise."
"Hey, it's all right. It only hurt for a moment. Now let's get down to some serious fucking . . . with less talking." "Yes, ma'am."
She laughed. "And don't call me ma'am. I'm not that old."
"Sorry. What is your name, anyway?"
"That's right. We never did introduce ourselves, did we? We were both too horny to bother with names -- especially me. I'm Joyce."
"I'm Paul."
"Fuck me, Paul! And shut up for a while!"
"Right. He pumped into her.
Joyce closed her eyes and drifted on seas of ecstasy, feeling his long, thick cock rubbing against the sensitive skin of her pussy. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled, giving him more accessibility to her cunt. She looked down. Her pussy was stretched beyond belief, and she'd never seen it so wet before. The hairs were matted together with her juices. The picture was stimulating to say the least, and drove her wild with lust. She watched as he pulled his swollen cock all the way from her cunt except the head, then shoved it in to the hilt.
"That's the way," she said, "all the way in and all the way out. Do it a little harder now . . . and faster!"
He obeyed, and fucked her pussy fast and deep.
She lay back again and reveled in the ecstatic waves of fucking, her hands massaging her tits roughly. "Oh, God, yes, yes! Faster! Harder! Do it to it! Tear it up!"
He fucked her to the brink of orgasm.
She screamed and plunged with insane rapture, clawing at his back and sucking his lips and tongue savagely, and squirming around on the floor as if lying on a bed of nails.
Not giving her a moment of recuperation, he put his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and fucked into her like a mad, sadistic rapist deflowering a virgin.
She kept screaming and thrashing about while floating through orgasm after orgasm.