Chapter 6
Paul had no liquor, but his refrigerator was full of beer.
"It doesn't matter, anyway," she said. "It'll all make you drunk. With beer, you just have to drink a little more, and pee more often."
On through the night they fucked. She sucked his cock four times, drinking down his youthful come as if it really was fluid from the fountain of youth. But he balked vehemently when she asked him to eat her cunt.
"No," he refused with a grin. "I've never done that before."
But later, after consuming ten beers, he said, "I saw a porno flick a couple weeks ago and the girl in it tied her boyfriend's hands and feet to the corners of the bed after he'd fallen to sleep . . . because she'd found out that he'd been cheating on her. Then she fucked him silly. Later, when her pussy was all itchy with come and sweat, she straddled his face and made him lick her clean. She kept on mashing and rubbing her cunt in his face. And that movie really turned me on. I got hornier than hell!"
Joyce was all smiles. "Then I can do that to you?"
"Well, let's wait for a while -- till I get a little drunker."
Five beers later Paul was nodding, on the verge of passing out, having forgotten all about the porno movie. Then he was snoring, lying naked upon the bed, his cock half hard. Joyce let him sleep thirty minutes, her pussy twitching and wet from the thoughts of what she was about to do. Then, quietly, she got out of bed. But being quiet wasn't necessary, she knew, for it'd take sirens to awaken him.
She'd seen a clothesline on the back porch. She took it down and cut it into four pieces. Then she tied his hands to the bedposts, and his feet to the bottom posts. His cock was three-quarters hard. Her pussy needed no additional lubrication. But it was a shame to put a beautiful cock like Paul's into a pussy -- without first kissing and sucking it. She kissed the cock-head several times, and licked the gorgeous piece of cock-meat from the base to its tip, coating it with saliva.
Paul smiled, and for a moment Joyce thought he was awake, but he wasn't. He was dreaming!
Joyce straddled his semi-hard cock and lowered herself onto it, an inch at a time, till there were no more inches left. She felt his cock growing harder within the hot and slippery channel of her torrid cunt. Then she fucked his cock with a slow, uniform motion, fucked it till orgasm overcame her and the juices flooded his fully hard and throbbing prick. Next, she let his cock slip from her cunt and, careful not to step on him, placed a foot on either side of his face, gripped the railing between the headposts, and lowered her sweet and slippery cunt onto his face. She sat there, not moving, not allowing him to breathe, knowing that this would awaken him.
Sure enough, he awakened with a start, but didn't really understand what was happening for several seconds. He murmured, but Joyce's creamy cunt prevented him from speaking.
She laughed and rubbed her cunt up and down his face, giving him room to breathe. He moved his head from side to side, trying desperately to avoid contact with the juicy pussy. Joyce leaned forward, catching his face in the vise between her ankles. The ankles themselves pressed into his cheeks, forcing his mouth to remain open.
"Suck it!" she demanded jokingly. "Suck it clean with your tongue and mouth or I'll piss in your face ... so help me I will!"
"Get -- "
But every time he tried to speak, her cunt silenced him. She was having herself a ball playing this game that he'd told her about. She rubbed her dripping cunt up and down and across his face, smearing his boyish complexion with the glistening juices of her insides. Then she spread her pussy-lips with one hand and pressed the pink flesh of her seething cunt over his nose and mouth.
He tried pulling his hands free of their bonds, tried moving his legs, and tried moving his face, but all to no avail!
Then she gave him breathing space -- but only for a second -- then mashed her cunt into his face again. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but she was sure it was one of total disgust.
He thought about biting her cunt, but he liked her and didn't want to hurt her. Besides, he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her regularly.
When she gave him breathing space again, he yelled, "I'm getting sick to my stomach, you bitch! Get the fuck off!"
But she thought it was only a part of the game he'd told her about, a part of the porno movie that he was acting out.
He sure was a good actor!
For a moment there she'd thought he was serious.
"You have to lick my pussy clean before I get up and untie you," she said. "Even if it takes you all night to do it."
Remembering what he'd told her about the movie, he realized that she had no intentions of moving her cunt from his face till he'd licked it clean. He relinquished the struggle and began licking her smelly cunt-gash. He licked the lips first, then the walls inside as far as his tongue would reach.
She raised her ass. "Lick it off my thighs, too! And off my asshole."
He licked her inner thighs. Then, feeling a tingling sensation in his balls, he voluntarily sucked her cunt-hairs into his mouth and licked them clean. Surprised, he realized that he was beginning to enjoy this perverted act. The burning sensation in his balls became more demanding and his cock grew harder than it'd been that night. Then he was licking and sucking her cunt willingly, enthusiastically.
"Okay," she said, "I guess it's clean enough."
"No! No!" he whimpered like a pussy-whipped brat. "I still see some stuff! Just a couple more minutes! Please!"
"All I'm going to do is to turn around so we can sixty-nine. But I'm not untying you till I've had at least six of those mind-shattering orgasms that I know you're capable of giving me."
"Yes, yes," he said, "that'll be all right-turn around so you can suck my prick at the same time."
Instantly, she turned completely around, her mouth at his cock which was already coated with pre-cum. His cock was pointed on an angle toward the wall at the head of the bed -- the perfect angle for swallowing. She took the cock-head into her mouth, then in six inches. It touched the back of her mouth and wouldn't go any further. But it didn't hurt in the least.
She pushed her face forward and, sure enough, the fist-like head of Paul's cock slid right down her throat. Pushing still farther, she got her nose in the crack of his ass.
She lay very still and sucked the flesh at the base of his prick and ran her tongue around the hard piece of fuck-meat. She didn't want to move. She wanted only to lie there forever with his cock buried to the hilt in her throat, her lips sucking, her tongue slurping, her cunt in his face, feeling his long, darting tongue penetrating deep into her pussy.
The orgasm materialized without warning and filled her system with razor-sharp, electrifying sensation.
She pulled her face back to the fist-like head of his tremendous cock and then swallowed it again. Over and over she did this, and brought about climax number two which also brought sweat to her forehead, between her tits, and to the crack of her ass which Paul continuously licked at.
With his tongue an inch inside her shitter, Paul sucked and chewed the tight ring of her puckered pooper.
"Ahhhhh," Joyce gurgled with ecstasy, sucking the gigantic cock in her mouth and grinding her pussy and asshole into the young boy's eager face.
"Oooooh," he cried jubilantly. "You better hurry and get all those orgasms you wanted to have, 'cause I'm about to blow the top of your head off!" "You can't come now!" she pleaded. "I can't hold off much longer."
She laughed. "You come now and I'll keep you tied up all night and fuck you and suck you till you die."
Knowing she meant it, he tried thinking of faraway places and things in order to delay climaxing. It worked! Then he was sucking asshole again and shoving his tongue farther into it than it had ever been.
Mind-shattering orgasm number three was bigger and better than the other two. And number four was the greatest thus far!
She held his long cock by the base and rubbed it all over her face, across her eyes and below her chin as climax number five hit her. She welcomed it and was practically drowned in the sea of ecstasy it brought with it.
A minute later she wailed, "Okay! Number six is just about here. Shoot it to me! Blow my brains out! I'll come when you do."
He didn't know which he wanted to suck, her cunt or her shitter, and wished to hell he had two tongues. I can have both! he thought, and stuck his thick, coiled tongue into her pussy at the bottom and his come-coated nose into her asshole. He held his breath and pulled in his balls, triggering the very greatest orgasm of his young life and shooting an ounce of thick, ropy spunk into her sucking mouth.
She savored the taste she'd learned to love so well before swallowing, then swallowed another mouthful as climax number six tore through her entire body like a shattering cyclone.
When his cock slipped from her mouth, she got up and untied him. Then they rested ... for ten minutes . . . before starting all over again.