Chapter 5
"Okay," Steve nodded, at nine o'clock, turning off the TV set. "Time for more fun. This time Caryn, you're just going to watch. Watch well, because what you see is something you'll eventually be expected to do."
"Yes Steve," Caryn nodded, realizing she was already subdued by his manner.
"Come on, Joycie it's time for you and me to go for the magic number."
"What are you talking about?" Joyce asked.
"Sixteen," he told her. "Ate and ate."
"I don't get it," Joyce shrugged.
"You will, but good," he smiled as they entered the bedroom and Caryn sat in the overstuffed chair as Steve turned on the lamp.
Caryn stared with envy at Joyce's figure. Though a bit spare, it had a nice set of curves to it. Her shoulders sloped nicely and though her breasts were smaller than Caryn's, they were in proportion to her slender body, shadowing her waist. If her hips lacked the breadth Caryn's had, at least they had a roundness to them. What was more, Joyce had nice, long, slender legs. There was a lot of sensuality in Joyce, sensuality Joyce had flaunted in Steve's face before, but which she was doing her best to hide now.
Steve's cock jerked in his pants, bringing Caryn's attention back to him. He was anxious and erect.
"Come on," Steve was saying to Joyce. "We're here to get on with the fun. Don't worry about being shy in front of Caryn. She'll be showing off her talents in front of you," he told her, unaware Joyce had already witnessed their first encounter.
His eyes were now locked solely on Joyce. His mind recalled she was the one who was the initial cause of his misery with Caryn. Well since he had made Caryn pay for her mistakes, it was only fair to make Joyce pay for hers.
She was already slowly undoing the zipper on her dress, as if in some kind of trance. Joyce didn't object to a good solid fucking, but it did bother her to know she was on display in front of Caryn. More, she was irritated at the thought that Steve was the kind of man who didn't look like he'd settle for a simple roll in the hay.
She noticed there were fresh sheets on the bed. That was good. She didn't like the idea of rolling in someone else's sweat.
She removed all her clothing, carefully folding everything and putting the garments on top of a nearby dresser. Finally she was completely undressed, and she stood barefoot on the carpet.
Steve stood there smiling, well aware he was once again going to do whatever he pleased. What irritated him most was her indifferent manner. Caryn had been frightened, and he'd enjoyed turning that fright to passion. He had no doubt he'd be able to make this woman equally passionate-eventually. Oh the cold bitch was already doing what he wanted, but not in the way he wanted. He wanted to see emotion, any kind of emotion, whether it was fear or hate or even love. But the uncaring way in which Joyce was moving told him she was letting him know she wanted to get all this over and done with as soon as possible. Not that he doubted for one moment her ability to achieve orgasm. But it was plain she didn't like the idea of being forced into this, and so was intent on making herself as unfeeling as possible. "Just what the hell are you trying to pull?" he asked.
Turning completely toward him, letting him see her naked front for the first time, allowing her small but firm breasts with their tan tips to shake a little before his eyes, she breathed deeply as she watched him slowly undress in front of her. She had already seen his cock and so knew what to expect. He was built like a bull, and that much consoled her, considering all this was taking place against her will.
Since her divorce, Joyce had been to bed with a multitude of different men, and they had satisfied her to some degree. But none of them had the penile proportions of this man. Even though she had seen his cock, once he was undressed, her eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the massive length and breadth standing out from the hairy mat covering his pubis. The cock sliced through the air like a violet-tipped sword, jutting stiffly in her direction. Then Joyce's eyes slowly, haughtily moved up to his face.
"I know what you can do," she said. "I'll admit to being a little uneasy, but I'm not frightened. I've been fucked before, and I expect I'll be fucked quite a bit in the future before I grow too old for such things. But you're intent on making me enjoy it, aren't you. Well, I have news for you, you big-cocked bastard. You can fuck me, but there's nothing that says I have to enjoy it."
The tone of her voice was one of indifference mingled with disgust. Earlier, she had been resigned to all this, as had Caryn. What was more, she was even willing to enjoy it. But his giving Caryn the big bedroom without offering her a sporting chance to win it, and his making her do the cooking angered her. He was letting her know she was nothing more than a slave, and he was treating her as such. She shut her eyes as if trying to close him out.
But Steve was smart enough to know his cock was something of a phenomenon, and even a woman like Joyce, who had obviously been fucked quite a bit, had the picture of his throbbing penis locked in her mind. As he stared, he saw a shudder of excitement ripple through her, and he knew he was right about what she was thinking.
Caryn also saw Joyce shudder, and having felt what that cock was capable of doing, she was clearly able to understand why Joyce was quivering. She smiled to herself, seeing the way Joyce had tightly shut her eyes, forcing herself not to look.
"You're trying my patience," Steve snapped. "I don't like women getting cute, especially snotty women like you, who think men are dirt. The one thing you're going to learn while you're here is that in this house, I'm king. You do everything you're told, which means if I order you to enjoy this, then you'd damn well better do just that."
Caryn was more than a little amused at this. Steve had vented his anger on her before, and she had been afraid that Joyce, with her wiles, would have been able to work her way around him so that even if he fucked her, he wouldn't become angry with her. But Joyce had been stupid about the whole thing, aggravating him. Not that Caryn was ready to merely lie down and let him walk all over her, but it felt good to know he was raging at Joyce as well as at her. After all, it had been Joyce's attitude that had started this whole thing.
Caryn saw the blood pulsing in Steve's temple artery, a throbbing little bit of pressure that had her aware of how she was able to tell when he was emotional, even if his face showed nothing. Matching the pulsations of the artery in his head were the throbbing movements of his rigid phallus.
"You can fuck the hell out of me," Joyce insisted. "And I'll probably feel it, and I have no doubt I'll love it. But it won't keep me from continuing to despise you."
"Despise me all you please," he snorted. "In fact, I want you to despise me. I'm going to do things with you to make you hate me even more, but you're going to do them, Joycie. You're going to do them because you have to. You may not like the idea, but you are my slave. One hundred percent my slave. You'll do whatever I want you to do, and you'll do it whenever I want you to do it."
"I know, I know, I know," she snapped. "We've been over it before. I'm sick of hearing it.
"And you'll hear it again and again, until you understand it," he roared.
"You're just like that stupid bastard of an ex-husband of mine," she shrieked. "I thought maybe I'd be able to reconcile myself to being forced to live with you. But the truth is, I can't stand you."
"By the time I'm through with you, you're going to adore me," he laughed. "You'll be only too happy to please me. I'm not your ordinary cocksman who'll stretch you out on the bed and simply fuck. There are lots of things you have yet to learn about enjoying sex, and you're about to get your first lesson here and now. I don't give a flying fuck about the things you did or didn't do with your ex. I want that tight little cunt of yours, but not the way you think, honey. Maybe, just maybe, if you learn to obey me, I'll feed that cunt of yours with my cock, and you'll be overjoyed to get it."
"Just what's going on in your mind?"
"A lot of things," he smiled. "But mostly I want to make sure you understand what it means for me to rule. Hell! I'm doing you a favor. There's no one in the world with a cock like mine, and with the knowledge of how to use it. There'll be times when I'll be taking on the two of you together, and you'll both love it."
A shudder went through Caryn. It was bad enough to have fallen under the spell of his penis and to have enjoyed what he'd done to her. But to hear him say she would enjoy being part of a tag team fucking match bothered her. She had no doubt it bothered Joyce as well.
Steve had been angry at her, but he was even angrier at Joyce. She would never have believed it possible that such a mild man was capable of such anger. Joyce was starting to show she was afraid, and she was backing away from him.
The more slender of the two women felt a shudder ripple over her nakedly displayed, satin flesh as she stared at the anger suffusing Steve. She noted the way he tightly clutched his hot, thrusting stem of solidly tan, purple-topped flesh. He was lasciviously tugging it back and forth, making the head pulsate and enlarge even more. The obscene sight both fascinated her and repelled her.
Joyce had never bothered paying too much attention to the other penises that had buried themsleves in her. As far as she was concerned, except for an inch one way or the other, they had all looked alike. Besides, she preferred fucking in the dark. Somehow she had no pleasure in watching her body being violated by a cock. This would be the first time she ever did anything with the light on. Since her husband had always been very quick to come, he had often left her frustrated and she would lie awake for hours while he slept afterward. With other men, most of the time she came first, and then she was the one to turn over and go to sleep without thinking of anything else. The reason she had dumped her husband was his desire for all kinds of kinky sex.
Now she was obviously with someone who was even kinkier than her ex-husband. She had agreed to his terms simply because she needed the job she had. If, someday, she found another man interested in taking care of her, she'd be able to give this man the kiss-off. What was more, she'd kiss the bank goodbye, as well. But everything about Steve continually irritated her. He had an obnoxious, dominating manner, a manner which she had only recently been using on him. She didn't appreciate being the one controlled-not at all.
"You just keep on pulling that weenie of yours like that," she snapped at the man. "You look very natural playing with it that way. You're like some spoiled brat who can't take simple criticism, so you have to run to the John and go play with your cock. Well, go on. You're the only one who really finds that elephantine organ fascinating. Pull it! Keep on tugging on it. Personally, I've decided I don't think I'll enjoy being fucked by you no matter what you do."
Normally the man wouldn't have given a damn about her feelings and her beliefs. But he was completely aroused at the moment, and now she was trying to make him feel small again. This was one bitch who really needed a lesson.
Caryn was terrified. She knew Joyce was being stupid. Had she capitulated nicely, she would probably have enjoyed everything Steve would have done to her, just as she, Caryn, had learned to enjoy it. But it was obvious from the fire burning in Steve's eyes, that he fully intended making her sorry for being such a big mouth.
Steve slapped Joyce's face hard. She stumbled away from him and fell across the bed. Caryn stared, never seeing Steve this violent before. He had been gentle with her compared to the way he was treating Joyce. He lay her on her side on the bed, and he fell next to her, clamping his thighs around her throat. His ass slammed against the nipples on her breasts, and he slapped her face with his cock, first one cheek then the other as his thighs held her locked in place. Joyce kicked and screamed and tried humping her body away. She tried hitting him from beneath, but his balls as well as his cock were pressing into her face, and his clamped together thighs prevented her fists from striking him.
He reached out with his right hand and got a tight grip on her mousy brown hair. He tugged her face back, staring into her eyes, seeing the red mark his hand had made on her cheek. His other hand was still gripping his cock. Instead of merely waving it beneath her nose, or smearing some of the fluid it emitted onto her face, he tugged her head toward him as he jammed his cock between her lips-lips that tried to stay clamped together. She struggled to pull away, sobbing, but the hand in her hair held her face in place as he pushed hard with his penis against her mouth.
"Stop it!" she demanded through tightly clenched teeth. "This is disgusting and I won't do it! I didn't do it for my husband, and I won't do it for you!"
Caryn stared wide-eyed, not daring to move from the chair in which she was seated. She was just as disgusted at Joyce at what he was doing, and the worst part of it all was, she was certain he had intentions of one day shortly making her do the same thing he wanted Joyce to do.
It occurred to Caryn that the head of his cock bore a faint resemblance, in the kind of flesh anyway, to her nipples, and as a result she was certain the penis was probably as sensitive as her nipples were. Recalling how much pleasure she had felt when he had played with her nipples, she had some insight as to why he was trying to make Joyce suck his cock. Was it really as disgusting as she had initially imagined? Was it barely possible, that she would actually enjoy sucking it? She didn't know why, but though she ought to have felt disgusted, all she really felt was aroused at the idea of taking that fat, juicy penis between her lips and slurping on it. Maybe she was becoming depraved. God! She would have loved trying it. But she knew if she stood up at the moment and walked over to the bed she might Steve angrier. Common sense told her to remain seated where she was.
"You're gonna suck this, you damn bitch!" he snorted. "You think I don't remember how you told me how you hate the very idea of doing something like this, huh? You think that fucking mouth of yours is too goddamn sacred. Well, let me tell you, honey, you're gonna suck my cock until I fire the entire wad of sperm in me down that lovely throat of yours. It's about time you discovered just how tasty a load of semen can be. You'll suck, because if you don't, you know what I can do. Signing records that are incorrect might be interpreted as a misdemeanor, at the very least. That means a possible prison term, if I should show those records to the board of trustees. So you see, Joycie, you're gonna suck, and you're gonna suck like you love it. You're gonna keep on sucking until I pop my wad into that tight little mouth of yours, and then you're gonna drink it all down. You'll do it with eagerness and anticipation, honey. You'll do it, right now!"
His hand released the brown haired woman, and then he proceeded to slap her face, first one cheek, then the other. The resounding sound of the loud smacks filled the bedroom, startling Caryn, making her sit bolt upright At least he hadn't hit her. She knew now that he wouldn't hesitate to do so if she disobeyed him, and she was frightened. Her life was being bound to that of a horrible monster of a man rather than a man she had imagined might possibly be good natured. Yet she, like Joyce, had no option but to do as he said. He was right about the possibility of their going to prison. It was a remote possibility, but one that existed, nevertheless.
Just as she had initially quailed when she had discovered his intent to remove her virginity, so now did Joyce begin to struggle. They lay on their sides with his thigh still clamped tightly around her neck, and her hands were beating at his ass in an effort to make him let go of her. Her body writhed under his buttocks, her helpless legs kicking futilely at the air as one hip ground into the mattress. Her anger knew no control whatsoever for the moment as tears of mortified shame started streaming down her helpless cheeks.
Joyce knew, even as she fought, her struggles were in vain. She had pushed him too far for too long a time, and he was going to glory in the revenge he would be taking on her. Had she not been so vain and determined to make him suffer for the wrongs her husband had committed, she would be out on her date now. She had called the man who was to take her out and had canceled when she had gone back for her clothes, and she knew she had no choice but to surrender to Steve and do as he wished, though she hated him that much more for it.
"Suck it, baby!" Steve was ordering. "You take my nice big juicy cock in that hot little mouth of yours and make it like candy, you rotten little bitch!"
He was yelling at her, looking straight down at her from the way he lay on his side, gripping her by her hair and jerking her head up and down again and again, pressing his penile tip to her clamped-together lips. Each time she refused to open her mouth, he pulled her hair, hurting her a little more. All the while his thighs continued squeezing around her face, the pressure becoming so strong, she was no longer able to take it. She finally went limp.
Joyce felt him ease the pressure of his thighs around her head just a little, allowing some air to get in so she was able to breath. Her shoulders felt numb, not so much from weight, but from the pressure of his buttocks against them, and her nipples were also scraping against the lower part of his buttocks, causing unwanted sensations to tingle through them. She gasped for air, his huge cock resting its tip on her chin.
"Are you gonna suck?" he asked.
"A-all right," she finally nodded, closing her tear-filled eyes.
Tilting her head upward, she quivered, knowing she was about to do something she had detested for as long as she was able to remember. It was the most disgusting, abhorrent thing anyone had ever asked her to do. The idea of sinking her teeth into his cock, even biting it off entered her mind, but she discarded that. She didn't dare. There were those other copies that friends of his would mail out if anything happened to him. He not only made certain she wouldn't harm him, but he was making certain both she and Caryn guarded his life.
It sickened her to even think about all this. The best thing was to do it and not think about it, and get it over and done with.
Steve was calming down a little, and looking at the way she was timidly opening her lips, he shook his head and said, "No way, Joycie. I can tell from your actions just what it is you're thinking, and if you think for a single instant I'm gonna let you do this without knowing what you're doing and fully appreciating every last little bit of it, you're sadly mistaken. Grip the full length of my cock in your hands," he insisted, loosening one thigh enough for her to fit a hand between them. "Lick all the way up one side, then let that hot little tongue of yours lick my balls as well, that tongue of yours washing over my scrotum, making it soaking wet with your spit. You keep on using that pink tongue of yours, non-stop. Stop for even a minute, and I'll either send these photos out, or I'll let Caryn decide on yet another kind of punishment for you. Believe me, she's less anxious than you to have those pix sent out, so she'll think up some doozies. You're about to discover what an extremely talented tongue and mouth you really have, honey. All without a lesson. Start lapping babe!"
Caryn sat there, leaning forward, anxious, wondering if Joyce was going to do it. She was grateful he hadn't forced her to do something like this the first time around. But even as she thought about it, her mouth was watering, and she knew, deep down, it was something she would have loved trying, though not with Joyce watching. Sighing, she remained sitting on the edge of her seat, her hands gripping the chair's arms as she kept on staring.
Steve had relaxed more than a little. His face was no longer the outraged mask of hatred, but rather he wore a sadistic smile as he stared at the total subservience of Joyce, aware she was going to comply.
The brown haired woman's face was pleading with him even though she said nothing. He was lying on his back now, having rolled off her, insistent she do all the work without being forced even a little.
Joyce, who had felt a numbness around her throat and head when he had clamped his thighs tightly there, now began feeling a little better. She sat up for a moment, then let her head hang down, her face directly above the twitching penis. Her fingers reached down and slowly surrounded the cylinder of flesh. God! It really was thick, and it pulsated vibrantly beneath her hand. She was aware of the lust shooting through him and marveled his cock was so hard considering he had used it on Caryn a few hours earlier. It jerked repeatedly, as if it had been struck by lightning, and the grunting sound from Steve's throat seemed to echo the tension that was building in her shuddering body.
Raptly staring at all this from the chair where she was seated, Caryn felt her mouth watering as she saw Joyce's lips move closer to the throbbing penis. But what amazed her most of all was the look in Joyce's eyes. In place of disgust, there was the same raptness that was in her own eyes. Debased subjugation was once again leading to unwanted and unbridled passion. Tiny flames of intractable lust were sparkling in the searing depths of those eyes.
"You have to learn, Joyce," Steve was saying, his voice now totally calm, "that there's a lot more to sex than simply lying on your back and allowing some lucky man to cram his cock in that tiny little opening between your thighs. You might just as well start learning these things now. You'll not only learn to do these things, but from the look I can see in your eyes, you'll learn to like them. You'll not only suck my cock to my satisfaction, but to yours, as well."
Caryn was starting to gain some insight into Steve Blaze. He wasn't quite the horror she had initially believed him to be. Nor was he the nonentity she and Joyce had always thought him to be prior to this evening. He was amazingly deep, and what was more, he seemed just as intent on teaching them enjoyment as he was in subjugating them.
Knowing Joyce as she did, she was fairly certain the girl would shortly come around to Steve's way of thinking. She hated to admit it but she was starting to like these perversions. It was obvious there was eventually going to be total surrender on both their parts. But knowing this also made Caryn decide she wasn't going to simply let him have his way without any kind of struggle. Whether or not she would actually be forced to live with him the rest of her life only time would tell. But she did know she wanted him to respect her as much as he wanted respect from her. Continual easy surrender would only make him despise her, after a while.
Steve was trembling a little as he lay there, having had a little too much wine with dinner. He had been overly bold for a while, but the effect of the wine was wearing off, and he hoped he hadn't gone too far with Joyce. He had meant to frighten her a little, but he didn't want her so panicked that her mind would snap and she would turn into a vegetable.
A moment later he was convinced he had gone far enough without going too far when he became aware of the tingles shooting through his body as he felt Joyce's hands not merely holding his turgid cock, but actually caressing the rampant organ. She seemed to be moving her hands against her will, sending unbelievable flashes of thrilling carnality shooting through him. Delight raced madly through him, blinding him to everything other than the pleasure he was going to feel at the hands and mouth of this subjugated woman.
Joyce was unable to figure out all the crazy, complicated emotions trying to eel through her hurt and frustrated self. There was an overwhelming anger and bitterness invading her, and added to that was the pain of humiliation he had evoked in her. Too, there was the shame at having Caryn witness all this. It all added up to enough to frazzle her nerves.
Now everything was finally giving way to fermenting galvanizations of lust that corkscrewed through her shuddering loins and flat belly as her fingers curled around the throbbing presence of his very real and unbelievably thick cock. She clutched it tightly in her grasping hands and then found herself whimpering out loud. Her cobwebbed brain had become a mixture of entanglements, inconsistent reactions, and the added presence of this massive horse-cock held in the circle of her small fist, the head less than an inch from her lips, now completely overshadowed everything for the moment.
One of the tears in her eyes finally spilled out and tumbled slowly down her cheek before falling onto his pelvis. She discovered her fingers were involuntarily squeezing and stroking the huge phallic monster her hand had imprisoned. His fingers, stroking through her hair, built the lust inside her to higher-than-ever proportions. At that moment Joyce felt a touch of masochism in her for she realized she had actually enjoyed being hurt by him ... just a little.
"Okay, Joycie," he told her, his voice softly encouraging. "We've delayed long enough, I think. Start using that sweet tongue of yours, honey. Use it to lick my cock the way I told you."
He lay there, his head slightly raised and staring at her, his fingers gently weaving their way through her hair and offering her encouragement. Her face moved closer to the enormous pylon. "I have a feeling you're going to be an A-number-one cocksucker, and I'm looking forward to getting one of the best blowjobs in the world. By the time we're finished, you'll never want to go to bed with another man without wanting to suck his cock first. The only thing is, I'm always going to be that other man."
"Uh huh!" was all Joyce was able to mumble, mesmerized by the massive pole at which she was staring.
Inwardly she wondered why she was suddenly feeling so inflamed and aroused at the idea of suddenly giving in to this man of all men. She would have spat in her ex-husband's face had he tried forcing her to do this. She remembered the first time he had wanted to do something kinky with her. She had locked him out of the bedroom for an entire week. Yet here she was, not only knuckling under to what this man wanted, but allowing herself to actually feel simmering need for what he had-his cock. She actually wanted to suck the organ. She wanted to drink the sperm. It made her wonder if depravity was something catching. If this was the way she felt, then how many other women in the world also felt this sense of perversity?
"You're stalling," Steve insisted, ready to become angry all over again, "come on, honey, I want to feel that lovely tongue of yours go to work. When you've finished using that tongue, you'll start with those fabulous lips. Before we all go to sleep tonight, you're going to be the best cocksucker in Bellwin. By next week you'll be the best cocksucker in the state, and in two weeks it'll be a runoff as to whether you or Caryn will be the best cocksucker in the world."
His voice frightened her a little, and for a brief instant she felt a flaring panic surge through her. Her mind snapped back to the reality that she was here because she was trapped, that there was no escape. He intended making her perform this perverted act no matter how much she objected, but as a result, strange masochistic sensations were stirring around inside her all over again. They surged through her as in the very depths of her humiliation, her hand continued automatically tugging on the thick phallus.
Joyce sensed the way the man beneath her was churning against the mattress, and she felt thrilled listening to the moans his mouth was emitting. She yanked on the penile lance, holding the glistening tip of his throbbing cock straight up in the air below her lips, her fist squeezing the throbbing organ as she tugged it up and down, her mind concentrating on the lascivity of all this. Little by little the great cock became the center of her universe, and then became her entire universe. There was nothing, nothing but the cock. First her hand pulled at it, but that wasn't enough. More had to be done. Now she slowly lowered her head, this time opening her mouth wide.
Joyce heard Steve gasp with lascivious anticipation, looking forward to what she was about to do while uncontrollable trickles of total desire began rampantly charging through her shuddering womanly body. She took a deep breath and held it as her tongue slowly emerged from her mouth, finally allowing it to come into direct contact with the hard, rubbery penile tip. She hesitated for only a moment then permitted the extended digit to lightly swirl around the knobby tip, and the salty taste of his flesh filled her mouth. All the while, the man stared at her pink tongue and sighed, writhing his buttocks against the bed beneath him. Then the point of her tongue braved the little slit in the tip of his penis and licked into it, slurping and slavering as if trying to draw out more of the colorless, salty lubricity.
Caryn stared wide-eyed, aware of the saliva in her own mouth starting to build, and she realized she felt a certain amount of jealousy simply sitting here and watching all this. It was as if Steve was torturing her by making her watch and then not allowing her to join in. No doubt, if he had ordered her to become part of the game, she would have objected and put up some kind of fight. But the fact that he was preventing her from becoming involved in this made her want to do so all the more. She was inwardly aching to learn more and more about sex, and it was obvious he was the only man who would teach her.
Joyce was still holding her breath, and tingles worked their way through her as her sucking mouth hungrily tasted the pungent tang emitted from the burning tip of his throbbing masculine phallus. Passion-incited seminal lubrication came out in tiny droplets, and her tongue hurriedly scooped them all up before they were able to drip down the side of his organ.
Though she did her best to fight her internal feelings, the lovely Joyce felt a new wave of unwanted excitement coursing madly through her, provoking and arousing her that much more, making her nostrils widely flare. Then her tongue was automatically lapping away along the vein-laced underside, washing that part of the penis again and again, moving all the way to the base of the pulsing scrotum, then once more slithering up to the corona where her tongue encircled the flaring rim. Her tiny hand opened to allow her tongue to lick away at the underside where she felt the urethra inside throbbing uncontrollably, and then her hand tightened where the tongue moved away, jerking continually, squeezing the heavy base. Joyce was aware of the wrinkled scrotum against the side of her hand, and she almost laughed because the many hairs covering it tickled her so much. Her fingers moved lower and filled themselves with the doughy clump of his testiclss, and her nails subconsciously drew themselves through the wrinkles, making him wriggle madly. Then the bloated mass was cupped in her palm and she was gently closing her fingers around the pulsating length again.
Joyce's face was nuzzling the stiff phallus, her tongue consistently licking it with unqulaified affection, for she was fast coming to adore this part of the man. Her muddled mind realized she was actually enjoying what she was doing. She no longer thought about Caryn, sitting in the chair nearby and watching, nor did she care how abasing this seemed. There was a definite pleasure involved here. The more she thought about it, the more she relized all she really cared about was this marvelous object her tongue was continually tasting while her fingers kept on caressing.
Her other hand was squeezing his balls, ever so lightly, but just enough to make him writhe and pulsate with even more enjoyment. The shuddering head of the cock, a bright purple, seemed to beckon her lips and she knew the time had come for her to do more than merely lather it with her tongue.