Chapter 6
Pursing her mouth, Joyce moved her suddenly anxious lips downward, letting them encircle the ponderous purple point within the confines of their stretched oval circle. Using her tongue as a platter, she allowed the heated length of his broad penis to slide inside. Moisture gathered on her tongue bathed the cock as the circle of her mouth clung to it. The head pushed deeper and deeper toward her throat, her lips sucking loudly, noisily as she absorbed more and more of the stiff staff. The oozing drops of heavy seepage continued filling her heated oral shelter with its madly vibrant piquancy.
Lying below the brown-haired Joyce, Steve gasped out his delight at the way her mouth leeched onto his organ as she awkwardly pushed her lovely face even lower. Her mouth continued sucking all the while, her tongue and palate naturally adhering to the probing length. Propping the pillow behind his head higher, he anxiously stared at the way Joyce orally labored, the very tip of her harshly attractive face now totally distorted with eroticism and lasciviousness as her pursed mouth began sucking all the more hardily. Son of a bitch!
He didn't know what, but Steve realized he had really set off something in this woman-something no man had ever been able to reach before. It was something not even she had been aware of previously, though by now she was more than a little aware of it.
Little by little she was munching her way down the length of his throbbing rod, her mind suddenly intent on only one thing; fitting all of it into her tightly narrow mouth and throat. Every last little bit of it would be crammed in, somehow.
He groaned again, pushing his hips up, aware that by continuing to do this, he would strain his thigh muscles and soon tire. He wanted to make certain she gobbled every last little millimeter of his cock, so he signaled to Caryn to get another pillow from his closet, and then lifted his ass even higher as she propped it under his rear. Now there would be no excuse for Joyce not being able to ingest the entire organ. He had lifted it high enough for her to swallow it all.
Steve allowed her to rest her head against his belly, sighing and moaning the entire time as he felt her sucking lips and working tongue apply that much greater pressure. It seemed she was as intent as he in making sure every last little bit of cockmeat was pushed into her working mouth, even if it meant shoving the head of his throbbing cock into the narrow stricture of her gullet.
His hands automatically reached up and twined themselves around the back of her head, tugging down a little while jerking his hips upward again. Meanwhile, Joyce had slipped a hand underneath, cupping the weighty clump of his hairy testicles. Her other hand used two fingers to tightly grip the base of his penis, holding it upright.
Oh dear God! In all the years Steve had enjoyed affairs with different married women looking for sexual variety, he had never discovered one this eager to swallow so much of his pulsating organ. She was slurping on his cock with all the verve a bear would have at sucking on a honeycomb. God! She was really something! No doubt she had subconsciously had the urge to do this all her life and had kept the urge hidden by consciously insisting to herself this was a disgusting thing to do.
Lord! He began a slow, steady, rhythmic churning of his hips as she moved her head up and down, sliding the thick, obviously tasty phallus in and out of her sucking mouth. Joyce sucked loudly, slurpily, and the sounds of what she was doing echoed throughout the bedroom. His fingers wove their way through her hair, helping her head to bob up and down, but it was Joyce who was guiding the cock in and out of her mouth. All the while her two hands continued working, one massaging his balls, the other using thumb and forefigner to jerk on the base of his massive penis.
Caryn, sitting back in the chair, watched, totally awed by what she was seeing, aware how much Joyce was actually enjoying what she was doing, and feeling envious that she had not been forced to do it. She would definitely have to be forced the first time, if only to preserve her self-respect, no matter how much she wanted to do it. As she watched, Caryn felt lascivious biting needs charge maddeningly through her as she saw Joyce's cheeks bloat and hollow while the brown-haired woman's head moved up and down with more and more speed. There was a fevered haste to the way Joyce was sucking, her lips tugging on the length of flesh sliding through them, as if letting Steve know once and for all she was not only completely surrendering to whatever he wanted, but she was thrilled to be doing it.
He continued ramming the swollen phallus upward, keeping time with the way her lovely lips sucked, enjoying the sight of the way they encircled his phallic probe, moving back and forth with greater uncontrolled fury.
Steve Blaze had a wide grin on his face. It was the wickedly obscene smile of a man who knows he has once again conquered a woman. Dominant lust lit up his features, making him look almost evil.
With each maddening downward thrust of her strongly receptive mouth the woman was moaning out loud her own lust, unalloyed wanton passion making itself known as her hand continued massaging the heavy scrotum between his hairy thighs.
Joyce found herself totally captivated by what she was doing. She was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she felt because of being forced to slavishly suck this man's throbbing cock. Her cheeks still stung with the vicious slaps he had given her, and her breasts still tingled with the feel of the pressure of his buttocks in spite of the fact that he was no longer rubbing them against her nipples. The nipples remained distended and swollen, aching for something or someone to massage them, and she applied more pressure than ever to his cock with her mouth, forcing her lips even lower, taking more of the throbbing length into her gullet.
Joyce was unable to recall when she had enjoyed something so much, and she was aware of a part of her gullet being stimulated to make up for the fact that he was no yet touching her cunt. When she had been married, she was the one who had ruled. Though her husband hadn't been a mouse, he had let her pay the bills and handle all the responsibilities. This was the first time in her life she felt so totally and sordidly and deliciously humbled before a man-a man she hadn't had the least little bit of respect for a few hours before. It was all so perversely wanton and delightful she was unable to keep herself still. Her inner-self was completely enraputred as continual sensations of flaming desire kept on growing higher in the flaring core of her quivering body. No one, not her husband, not any of the men whom she had put out for after, had caused this hunger, this salaciious desire to be built in her. The intemperate lascivity continually mounting inside her was charging wildly through her thighs, reaching into the delta between them, making her quiver with added desire.
Her mouth hungrily clung with fierce possession to the throbbing cock on which she continually sucked, fearful he would take it out of her mouth and give it to Caryn. If he did that, she would never forgive him. It would mean her best just wasn't good enough for him, and her womanhood would have received a jolt.
Tears continually ran down her cheeks, but these were no longer tears of sorrow or unhappiness. At the moment, all she felt was unfathomable joy, reveling in the masochistic domination of herself. She had never, in her wildest, most remote fantasies, dreamed how spremely marvelous it was going to be to have her mouth so totally crammed full of male penis. The throbbing organ brought sheer, utter bliss to her. She discovered her tongue eagerly exploring every ridge and curve of the pulsing phallic member. The tip of her tongue extended from her mouth and struggled to reach his phallic base in the hope of searching out the wrinkles in his scrotum. But she had not yet crammed all of the pulsing organ into her mouth, and as a result was unable to feel the swollen sac.
Once again she lifted her face, her mouth moving to the top of his heavy penis, her tongue licking around the mushroom-shaped crown and then once again licking into the tiny little slit, tasting the delightful tang of his outpouring lubrication. All the while her vagina continued growing hotter and hotter as the juices bubbled more incessantly.
Steve stared at the now-interesting as well as attractive face of the woman whose mouth was continually absorbing his throbbing penis. His hands were now cupping her face, pressing inward on her cheeks, guiding her mouth back and forth along the length of his pulsating masculine, thermometer. He slammed the hot cock up to meet her downward oral thrust, almost ferocious in his desire to have her absorb the penis. His eyes enjoyed the sight of her clinging lips tightening around the organ, salaciously gripping it, letting him know she had no intention of relinquishing it. He enjoyed the way her pursed lips folded in on themselves each time her head stroked down, then thrilled to seeing the way she tugged them out again each time his penis pulled back. He started shoving the organ a little deeper now, forcing her head lower, clogging her esophagus more completely. She was delighted at the gagging coughs that she issued each time the head of his masterful cock sank a little deeper. He pulled his body back a little bit, then took aim and shoved harder, trying to probe not only into her gullet, but all the way into her belly. Her pharynx was trying to squeeze shut, first attempting to keep him out, then surrounding the penile head and pulling it in, crushing it, building continuous tingle in her as well as in him, tingles that needed assuaging. God! He ached to have the last little bit of his penile base buried in the tightness between her lips.
Caryn, sitting on the edge of her seat again, stared, wondering if it was humanely possible for Joyce's mouth to absorb the entire length of the penis. If so, she knew he would be expecting her to perform at least equally well, and a this point, much as she wanted to taste his cock, Caryn had no idea if she was capable of gulping the entire length down. At least he was lying back, letting her hover over him, doing his best not to make it difficult for her, using a position that would allow her to proceed at her own pace.
She stared intently, watching with disbelief, seeing the heavy shaft make its way ever deeper into Joyce's mouth with each downward thrust of her head. She even heard the other woman choking, gasping wheezing as the penile tip sank deeper and deeper, yet it was obvious from the way Joyce's hand was pumping Steve's balls that she had no intention of slowing down or giving up. She intended gulping down the whole penis.
The wiry hairs on the man's pelvis were now pressing against her nose, and Caryn stared as she realized Joyce was actually doing it. She was swallowing the entire thick length of the man's cock. Joyce was gagging, but still determined to continue. Caryn sat back, sweating a little, knowing her own time wasn't that far off. There was no escape for her. When he wanted her to suck, she would have to do just that.
Joyce's lower half was writhing all over the bed. It made Caryn aware that no matter how much Joyce enjoyed what she was doing, it was her vagina that craved some kind of satisfaction.
But Caryn wasn't the only one aware of Joyce's physical anguish. Her body was thrashing madly on the bed as her head bobbed up and down again and again. Steve, whose head was still elevated by a pillow, glanced at the slender form of the woman as her body continually bounced. A single glance let him know how desperate she was for some kind of satisfaction. He craned his neck and saw her small, white buttocks humping madly up and down in apposition to the movement of her head. The insanely wild and undulating writhings of her slender hips were just too much. He stopped moving his body, pushed her mouth solidly down on his cock, making her swallow all of it then did a hundred-and-eighty degree rollover so she was on the bottom. Then he pulled his pulsing cock from between her lips.
"Ohhh ... don't take it away from me!" she pleaded. "Let me keep on sucking it, I want it, I want it!" Caryn heard Joyce gasp, and realized she had become totally addicted to all this in a very short period of time. Just as he had conquered her, making her enjoy something initially painful, so had he conquered Joyce, not only forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, but enjoying it all the while.
"Just relax," Steve insisted.
"Please...." Joyce was begging. "I want to suck on it until I've drained it dry. You promised me, Steve, you promised you'd let me do that. Sucking it is the most wonderful thing I've ever known. It's so thick, so long, so heavy, so amazing. I want it!"
"Slow down Joycie," the man said in a reassuring tone of voice, sliding back and kissing her lips gently, the same lips that had been wrapped around his prick. "I'm notgoing to take my cock away from you, sweetie. All I'm going to do is turn around, and while you keep on sucking my cock, I'm going to gobble that tasty pussy of yours. I can smell the soap you use to keep it clean, baby. It has me all hot and bothered. Okay with you if I do a little licking, too?"
"Huh?" Joyce asked, coming out of her funk. "Are you telling me you want to press your mouth against my vagina?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," he smiled. "Believe me, a sweet pussy tastes as good to a man as a good cock tastes to a woman, you'll see."
"Well, I don't know," she shrugged. "I mean, I've never allowed my husband or any other man to do something like that."
"Fine! It'll be a first for me, sucking you and for you."
Instead of turning around, the man began slowly sliding down the length of Joyce's shuddering body, taking the time to pay oral attention to her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Then his face pressed into the warmth of her flat belly, his tongue licking into her navel, making her sensually writhe with maddening feeling she had never know-before. Yes, he had Joyce where he wanted her, just as he'd had Caryn. He was controlling them both now, and as long as he was able to use his mouth, he would maintain that control over both Joyce and Caryn. His mouth and his dick! Both would control the women.
He had rolled her onto her back again, and her hands were pressing into his hair as his face moved lower.
"Okay, Joycie, here we go!"
She gasped and shrieked out her lust as his heatedly wet and burning lips slowly closed over the pouting mound at the base of her belly. Considering how skinny she was, her labia were almost fat, being very puffy and swollen. She gasped as he pressed light, teasing kisses on her silken-haired slit, making the bubbling juices within now flow heavily out of her. Joyce writhed, enjoying his kisses more than any she had received from other men, because no other man had ever kissed her down there. They were marvelous, wonderful kisses, teasingly arousing her as his mouth moved through the hair, pressing down on the tantalizing flesh. His prickling lips covered the moist, soft flaps of her tender pouting outer labia, then his tongue moved between her inner labia, licking gently, tasting the fluids she was emitting, swallowing them as the tongue began moving more and more rapidly. Like a wet snake his tongue slithered into her, making her quake.
Every muscle, every tense nerve in Joyce's tremblingly aching body reacted uncontrollably to the maddeningly thrilling, wildly pulsating licks of unadulterated pleasure he was giving her as her vaginal walls surrounded his tongue and did their best to cling to it. Choking moans of servile submission came pouring out of her helplessly gagging throat, and she had a small orgasm.
Caryn stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. To have wanted to taste this man's cock had been one thing, but seeing the way he lapped at Joyce's pussy made her aware of how sensitive her own vagina felt, and she ached to feel the throbbing lance of tongue delving into her own cunt. But she also had the desire to suck that thick, stolid phallus. She remembered the smell of his seminal fluid when he had finally emptied his balls into her, and she licked her lips, thinking what it might taste like.
Joyce's mind was caught up in the insane whirlpool of continually mounting enchantment, and the arousal was so overpoweringly spectacular her mind was closed to everything else. A maddening sensual storm was making her slender white body glisten. Her perspiring flesh was shining, and her hands were running up and down the length of her slender body. They touched the hard-nippled, soft mounds of her small but solidly swollen breasts, noting how they were throbbing. Then her fingers trailed down over her satin skin, moving to her belly, finally coming to rest on her thighs as she wriggled. She heard the man panting, feeling his hot breath in her cunt. With her fingers she spread her labia even farther apart, revealing the richness of her inner pink flesh to his hungry stare. He drew his hot, wet tongue along the entire length of her exposed pinkness as his nose rubbed against the button-like extension of her clitoris.
"Oh My Goddd! Uuu uunn-nn-nn-hh hh-hh ... yesssss ... keep on doing it ... keep on doing it ... don't stop." Joyce gasped, and had a second small climax.
Caryn, staring wide-eyed at the way his mouth slaveringly worked into the creaming depths of Joyce's vagina, felt a small climax suddenly burst through her. She had been rubbing her thighs tightly together without realizing it. Her labia had pressed on each other, all but crushing her own clitoris between them, and she had come.
"Uuuumm mm pp-pp-hh-hh!" was all Steve was able to say.
His triumph was complete. He had stormed and conquered two pussies, and knew now he had these women firmly under his control. Both of them would do precisely as he said from now on.
He tugged his tongue from the seething narrow bowl of feminine membrane and sensitivy, licking upward through her widespread fissure, tasting her wetness and drinking down her sap. His tongue came into contact with the bud of her clitoris, and he wildly licked it, slurping it between his lips, pulling on it. He sucked, even chewing a little on the tingly bud as if hoping to pull some delicious fluid from inside it. While his tongue continued the straining pressure of lapping against the tantalizing plexus of her femininity, his hands remained busy. One hand moved over both her breasts, tugging on her nipples, while the other hand massaged the rounded cheeks of her small, tight ass. The fact that her ass was so small, so different from Caryn's, made it that much more enjoyable to play with. Now was the time to give her yet another new sensation.
Joyce felt the new thrill eel its way through her, and she shuddered.
The tantalizing pressure of his tongue had slid across the length of her slurpy pussy and dipped lower. He lapped across her perineum and probed into her rectum. He had correctly assessed that a woman who kept her cunt as fastidiously clean as Joyce would keep her asshole just as clean. Her rectal pucker tasted of the same soap she used to wash out her vagina. His tongue whipped back and forth across the little pucker, lapping at it wildly, making Joyce feel one series of cold shudders after another charge through her with the power of TNT. Frenzied delight made her writhe and squeal as lurid lust charged through her already aroused body. The orgasm she had felt a little earlier when he had lapped her cunt, were minor ones, but the one she felt at the moment had to be the most overpowering sensation she had ever known.
"WWWWWWAA AAUUNNGG GGHHHHAA AANNNN GGHHHHHH!" she shrieked, realizing the combination of cuntlicking and anal-tonguing had given her a totally different kind of climax, something no other man had ever built in her.
Caryn was incredulously staring, unable to believe what she was seeing. The man was actually shoving his tongue into Joyce's asshole, and afterward he would expect both Joyce and herself to kiss him. He had to be mad!
To Joyce she felt the ultimate in sensation. It was so unreal, so inconceivable, she was unable to accept the fact that it was actually happening to her. She clamped her mouth shut, tasting his oils, and that was when it occurred to her how much she missed sucking on his cock.
"Steve," Joyce gasped. "Let me suck your cock! Turn around! Let me suck on it while you keep on licking my cunt! Hurry! I have to have it!"
Steve, hearing what the lovely woman had to say, didn't have to be told a second time. With his face still buried in the deep den between Joyce's thighs, his tongue alternating between her rosebud-like asshole and her swampy pussy, he slowly slid around until he had one thigh on each side of her lovely face. Joyce instantly curled her fingers around the massive length of his shuddering penis. She opened her mouth wide, shaping her lips into a ribboned oval, and she sucked the hard, throbbing penis all the way into her mouth, pulling the head right into her throat. Her nose pressed itself into the heavy mass of his testicles, and she inhaled deeply, her body thrilling to the arousing masculine scent of him.
She was in a hurry, and as a result sucked too much of the weighty cock into her gullet too quickly. Suddenly she was gagging and choking. She tugged her head back just enough to catch her breath, inhaled, then began earnestly sucking and pulling on the throbbing penile length. The heady spice of his seeping lubricant aroused Joyce that much more, and she tightened her lips sensually massaging the solid penis that much more while her hands moved to the weight of his testicles. She tugged the scrotal flesh away from her nose so she was able to breathe. Then she felt the massive spike start pumping in and out of her mouth again. It kept time with the way his lashing tongue was probing into the wet center of her vagina and the tight pucker of her anus.
Now she became aware of the thrilling sensation starting to build in her shuddering body, the start of an orgasm that would be far bigger than the previous one. His mouth was now concentrating solely on her vagina, but one of his forefingers was gently worming its way into the narrow tightness of her anal tunnel. A half hour ago she would have bellowed out her indignation at his doing something like this. Now she knew better. Now it all felt so good-so wonderful.
"Ummm...." she sighed, the swollen thickness of his cock filling her mouth that much more completely.
Caryn, seeing what Steve was doing with his finger to Joyce's rear-end, became aware of the sensuous sensations in the rectum. Watching all this assured her there would be no reason for her to be surprised no matter what he did to her.
The orgasm was there, and Joyce, her mouth crammed with cock, gagged out, "GGGGLLL UUUUUGGFCCHHHH HHNNNNGGHH!"
Her body wriggled and squirmed unendingly, suddenly aware that this orgasm was only the first of many waiting to come out of her. Her mouth continued strongly nursing on the pulsing length of malebone as if sucking marrow from it. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed obscenely and her flat belly rose and fell very rapidly.
Having had two fantastic orgasms in addition to the smaller ones she had enjoyed, she wanted Steve to come. It was the first time in her life she ever cared about doing something for her male partner. She knew he was going to make her come again, but she felt selfish. She wanted to give total pleasure to this man who had forced rapture on her. She wanted that ultimate sensation of semen shooting down her throat. God! Hurry!
Caryn stared, amazed at the rapid way Joyce's lips worked on the throbbing length of meaty phallus, moving along most of its length then sliding back until only the head was left in her mouth.
Finally it came to an end. Steve simply lay back on the bed and Joyce remained on top of him, her cunt pressed against his face, her mouth filled with his shrunken cock and now his balls as well.
Caryn sat there, herself unable to move, oils from her own pussy seeping down her thighs, thighs she'd had the good sense not to cover with pantyhose again, though she did have her panties on. What she had seen was almost as arousing as being with the man herself. But that almost didn't count.
She was his slave as surely as Joyce was, and though she had no doubt from time to time the two of them would think about getting away from him, even talking about it, in the long run they would do nothing. Freedom was a precious gift only when a man knew what to do with it. To begin with, she wasn't a man, and secondly, she realized that while free all her life, she had also been unhappy. For some people it was better to be tied to someone than to be free, even if it meant being that someone's slave. Even if it meant sharing him with someone else.
After a while, Joyce rolled off Steve. He got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. He invited both women in to shower with him, and both gladly accepted his invitation. When they emerged, he had the two of them towel him dry, after which he made them dry off one another, letting them know he was still king in this castle, and they were still slaves. Then he went to bed, insisting each sleep in her own bedroom that night and get used to the different bed.