Chapter 9
Billie came around to the side of the bed still applauding, and saying, "You finally got him, did you? Good for you, roomie. Good for you."
"Who's that?!?" said Kenny, trying to hide his nudity behind that of Joyce on the big double bed. "Don't let her see me!"
"I see what you mean," said Billie, hands on her slim hips, shaking her pretty head. "He is a bit of a prude. This is Kenny, isn't it?"
She looked very perkily beautiful that day, and Joyce knew that if she was Kenny, she wouldn't be hiding from Billie. Her long slim legs looked very svelte and shapely in her pantyhose, and all of them could be seen under her almost non-existent skirt. She was in her stewardess' uniform, just in from a flight and still aglow from the excitement of it. The little red uniform with its stripe of diagonal yellow down the front clung to her every curve, giving her a not-so-boyish appearance on that day. Her red derby cap was perched jauntily on her short brown hair, and her full lips were gleaming with red lip gloss, her eyes looking large and enticing with cleverly applied eye make-up. Her teeth shone very whitely in her smile as she looked over Joyce at the naked boy, still cowering behind Joyce's voluptuous nudity.
"Hi, Kenny. I'm Billie. Welcome to our apartment. Why don't you want me to see you, you handsome thing, you?"
"It's not nice," he said.
"Now, Kenny," said Joyce. "We discussed that and decided there's nothing dirty about being naked, especially when you've just come from the shower. Come over here and say hello to my roommate. She wants to see you before she lets us alone to our fun and games in bed."
"It's all right," said Billie, sauntering around the bed, never taking her warm gaze from Kenny. "He looks a little tired, poor thing. You stay right there, Kenny, and I'll come and see you. My, you are a handsome boy. I can see why you're so fond of him, Joyce. And from what I saw at the door, he's not at all bashful when it comes to fucking. How do you do, Kenny," she said, and made a courtly little bow over the bed and extended her right hand.
It confused him, but he was a little gentleman. He looked at Joyce, then took Billie's hand and shook, squeaking out a formal greeting to her.
She kept his hand in hers and sat down on the edge of the bed. She patted his hand and said, "Now that Joyce has introduced you to the pleasure of sex, do you like it?"
He grinned and nodded his head at the lovely young woman.
"He doesn't say much, does he?" she said to Joyce. "But he seems to be able to make up for that with his pecker."
"We talk," Joyce said defensively. "We fuck and we talk."
"Suck too," said Kenny.
"Mmmm," said Billie, "You've got the right kind of lips for sucking. Very kissable. Joyce, would it be all right if I kissed your young lover hello? Shaking hands is a bit formal under these very pleasant circumstances."
"It's up to him," said Joyce, shrugging, and inwardly bristling.
Actually it was up to Billie, for Kenny was quite tongue-tied by the unexpected presence of this slender young beauty. She leaned forward smiling, and he automatically lifted his lips to hers. The kiss was brief but it was warm, and it made Joyce seethe with desire to get her friend out of there.
"Nice," Billie murmured against the boy's lips, and went back for a second slow sample. "Yes, I can see how he could be quite a lovely muff-diver."
"We call it cunt-kissing," said Joyce, snuggling possessively closer to him. "He's still got a bit to learn, but he's a quick study. Don't you have to go to your room and unpack, Billie?"
"It was a short flight. I didn't even take a bag. Actually I didn't take anything more than the clothes on my back, but I do feel like unpacking," she said, and started drawing down the zipper on her dress.
It was hidden under the diagonal yellow stripe. Joyce couldn't see Kenny's eyes, but she knew they were widening from the stiffening of his body as the lovely young stew pulled down her zipper. With a bright, open smile on her face, she revealed more and more of her girlish body-her prominent collarbone, her lacy red brassiere, her softly ridged ribcage, her very flat tummy. Her breasts seemed to be quite womanly enough as she thrust her chest forward in peeling out of the little red dress.
"Oh, that's much better," she said, and reached behind her back. "Now for this hot brassiere."
"Billie, shouldn't you go to your room to undress?" said Joyce.
"What ever for?" she asked, stripping off the little red garment and casting it aside, rubbing her small but nonetheless attractive breasts with both her palms. "Kenny's seen a naked woman before. A lot more woman than I am. Do you mind my undressing in front of you, Kenny?"
"I dunno," he stammered. "It's up to Miss Jensen, I guess."
"You call her Miss Jensen?" Billie said, rising to her feet, laughing a little and unzipping her hot pants.
He blushed and said, "No! I call her Joyce!
We're in lo...."
"We're in luck," Joyce interrupted, "that you got here when you did, Billie. There's a Coke in the bathroom and we're both parched. Would you get it for us before you run along to your room!"
"Glad to," said Billie, and slipped off her little red hot pants, wriggled out of them really, leaving her clad in nothing but the very form-fitting panty-hose. They made her legs look as sleek as a pair of mating snakes as she undulated her perky little bottom to the bathroom. Returning, there was her sweet little pussy, its hair all matted down by the nylon, looking as if it would burst into a puff of velvet brown if it was released from its tight confines.
"Oh, pictures!" she said, and bent over the bed with her little titties hovering close to Kenny's face and her hands smoothing themselves down over her smooth hips. "I love dirty pictures. Don't you, Ken?"
"He hates them," said Joyce. "Won't you please leave us alone, Billie?"
"I don't hate them anymore," said Kenny. "I like to look at them now. I guess I always did, but I was afraid to admit it. Ashamed. Anyway, I like them. They give me a stiffie."
"So they do," said Billie, and she reached out to give his stiffening prick a nice little squeeze.
"Oh, shit!" said Joyce. "Billie, leave him to me!"
"Joyce," said Kenny, turning toward her. "Didn't you mean what you said before about me having a good time with other girls once in a while?"
She sighed and said, "I meant everything I said to you, dear. Pull up a fifteen-year-old boy, Billie, and join us."
"I can only stay for a minute," said Billie, and she very artfully rolled her pantyhose down over her hips.
Sure enough, the hair in the juncture of her slim loins popped right up to life. She helped it by fluffing it up with her hand, wrinkling her nose at Kenny as she did, making him smile shyly back at her. She was equally artful in rolling her hose down her legs, and by the time she'd divested herself of that last gossamer garment, Kenny's prick was up as hard as ever.
Even the way she sat down on the bed was artful. She looked like a wood nymph with her short hair and girlish slimness, and Joyce couldn't help but admire her charming, slender beauty, and her piquantly lovely face. Billie was younger than she was, slimmer, and she was still all made-up and with her hair neatly brushed. Joyce knew she herself looked like an overworked whore in comparison. She knew she should be very distraught at the possibility of losing Kenny to her roommate, only minutes after having won his devotion. But oddly enough, Joyce felt a weird tingle of excitement at seeing her young lover with another woman.
They were facing each other on their sides, smiling and looking each other over. They were a foot apart and moving closer to each other. They seemed to have forgotten Joyce's presence, but she was very much aware of theirs. As each of them reached out to touch the other's body, Joyce could feel warm goose-bumps raising on her flesh. Shivers went through her as Kenny and Billie moved their hands in soft exploration of new flesh. Her nipples stiffened when Kenny's fingers began to toy with Billie's nipples, and her clit stiffened when Billie touched his prick. Closer and closer the pair on the bed beside her edged. They were being drawn together by the magnets of their mouths, and Joyce licked her lips with anticipation as they drew closer and closer to an open-mouthed kiss.
At the last moment, Billie turned her head, and their mouths merged. Billie pulled on his prick, closed her eyes till her lashes touched her cheeks, and Kenny moaned deep in his throat. They were beautiful together. Like a living statue of the most erotic kind. Their slimness made them look so very young, and this appearance of youth made them both look like virgins to Joyce. She moved closer as their arms twined sinuously about each other, as their hands touched flesh and hair.
They were kissing very deeply, very slowly. They were both aroused-Joyce could tell that from Kenny's stiff prick and from the pink flush suffusing Billie's body-but they seemed to be in no hurry. They just kissed and kissed, mouths working continually, cheeks sunken in as they sucked swirling tongues.
Kenny wasn't nearly as frantic to feel of Billie's body as he had been with Joyce's. He just roamed his hands over it very leisurely, squeezing here and squeezing there. Billie felt him all over, too, on the nape of his neck and his back, on his buttocks and chest, but her hand returned again and again to fondle and cup his prick and balls.
Joyce knew full well how experienced at sex Billie was, and yet she was acting as if a male's body was an entirely new thing to her. She seemed to be as interested in feeling Kenny's nudity as he was in feeling hers. Still there was nothing frantic, nothing urgent about it. It was like an extremely sensuous anatomy lesson for the two slender young people on the bed, all carried out with only the sense of touch.
Soon they were using more than their hands to explore each other. The kiss continued, and Kenny's strong thigh slipped between Billie's much softer ones. The inner part of her thigh then was sliding up and down his thigh as he slipped his leg up and down between hers. They were very close now, belly to belly and mouth to mouth. They still hadn't broken that first kiss. It seemed as if it had gone on for a very long time, and its warmth was growing very slowly.
Joyce's warmth was growing with it. She wanted more from those two on the bed. After having given her boy to her roommate, she wanted to see Billie take Kenny completely. And she wanted to see it now.
She began roving her hand over their intermingled bodies. It was amazing how much the same they felt. Both of them were nearly hairless, and when Joyce closed her eyes, her hand alone couldn't honestly tell which body it was touching, the male or the female. She continued to feel of them, eyes closed, and as she did a slow smile formed on her lips. She could tell which was Kenny's body and which was Billie's. Though both were very similar in texture, the touch of Kenny's body brought a sexual glow in Joyce that was much stronger than when she was touching Billie's body.
Joyce opened her eyes and saw that they were clutching each other closer, kissing deeper, tangling their legs more intimately. She got up on her knees beside the embracing couple, put both hands on them, and smiled as she spoke to them.
"God, you two are beautiful together. All wrapped up in each other's arms and legs like a couple of kittens, but hotter than hell, just hotter than hell. I want to see you two fucking. I want to see it all, but there's no hurry. You're doing fine. Pretend I'm not even here ... if you can."
She smoothed her hands over their bottoms, making them squirm in unison. By sliding her fingers up and down through the grooves of their asses, she made them kiss deeper, strain harder at each other. They even made little noises in their throats when she was tickling her fingers around their assholes, little noises that sounded at first like protests but were quite recognizable as being invitations for more.
Joyce bent and laid her cheek against Kenny's flank while she toyed with the two squirming bottoms. She kissed him warmly there and smiled at the way he pushed back at her with his hip. Her kisses continued around the roundness of his buttock, and he kept pushing back at her lips. Billie was there with her whole body, but Kenny was still attracted to Joyce's lips.
Starting at the shallow top of the groove of his ass, Joyce slowly tickled her warm tongue down it, and he became more aware of her still. She felt him stiffen all over and heard him moan when her tongue licked over his puckered asshole, and he opened his legs for her when she went on with her tongue toward his balls.
"Beautiful balls," she murmured, and tickled the base of them with her tongue, sucked on the soft sac with her lips, and felt him squirm and open his legs wider still.
It was all warm and musky down there. Her face was nestled in a cavern of warm flesh, redolent of sex, and she felt she could happily dwell there for a long time.
She kissed and licked all over his balls, savoring the nubby texture of his scrotum. She felt his balls in her mouth like soft dove's eggs, filled with the richest nutrient in the world.
The hard base of his cock was there, and she kissed that too. She kissed through the fringe of hair, matting it down with her tongue, moving her hands on his thighs while she worked her lips up the soft ridge under his cock to the tip of it.
His cock was up between Billie's legs. In a dreamy languor of sexual desire, Joyce couldn't tell exactly who it was she was touching now as she reached around them both to draw Kenny's prick closer to her kisses. She worked back down his cock to his balls, wet them thoroughly with her mouth, and set him to squirming again when her tongue swirled around the rim of his asshole. And back she went again while the slowly writhing couple continued to kiss. Over his balls again, this time getting both of them in her gentle mouth at the same time. Up his cock, seemingly stiffer, to the knob that was all wet with his juice. His juices, or hers?
Joyce wasn't quite sure. Billie's little cunt was right up over Kenny's hard prick. His prick was right up between her legs, wanting to spring up harder still into the channel of Billie's slit. Certainly Billie's wetness was mixed with Kenny's, but it didn't detract from it at all. The sweetness of Kenny's first oozings of cream was such that Joyce could savor it in any mixture.
Closer and closer still Joyce kissed, for now Billie had conveniently opened her legs, too. It seemed as if Joyce couldn't get enough of the taste of Kenny, but still she wasn't in a hurry about it. She was no more frantic in her kisses between the two pair of legs than Kenny and Billie were in their kissing above her.
Joyce's nose kept kissing Billie's pearly pink cuntlips as she kissed the underside of Kenny's throbbing cock, and she didn't mind it at all. It was also soft and warm there under their bodies that Joyce couldn't object to anything.
She was as happy as she could be, kissing Kenny's sweet cock, softly clutching at the shapely young legs all tangled around her, breathing the fragrant scent of aroused sex. She kissed all the way up to the tip of Kenny's prick and beyond it before she realized she was kissing Billie's cunt, and this gave Joyce such a wicked thrill that for a moment she felt as if she was going to faint. That feeling quickly passed, but Joyce was able to quickly bring it back to life by stabbing out her tongue, tasting Billie's cunt juice directly, and slipping her tapered tongue right into her cunthole.
Back she went to Kenny's prick before she really did faint. It had almost been too much for her. She didn't know what it was-the taste, the texture, the forbidden nature of it- but kissing another woman's cunt had stirred her to the depths of her bowels. She saw the sexes of the two on the bed through a haze of pink. She smelled them all funky and sweaty and wonderfully alluring, and she clasped them both closer and kissed and sucked, stabbed and licked indiscriminately.
She kissed Kenny's prick right into Billie's hole. Her tongue had opened Billie's vagina like a flower, and now as she sucked on the underside of Kenny's cockhead with her lips and pushed on it with her mouth, it simply disappeared. She felt Billie's pussy with her lips, and then she felt Kenny's stiff, hard shaft sliding over her lips to disappear in the musky wet flesh of her roommate. It kept sliding and sliding over her lips until she was kissing his balls, and he was fucking another woman right there before Joyce's face.
Still she couldn't object. Far from it, she had a perverse feeling of exultation as she pelted kisses on his slippery, sliding cock, and watched as close as she possibly could while he took the same kind of pleasure he found with her.
Billie's cunt was clasping him tightly. It seemed to be sucking on his moving rod. The lips and the rim of her vagina turned out as he drew back, and then they closed around it most lovingly as he slid it in once again. He slid it in right up to his balls every time, and each time he did, those lovely wet balls were there for Joyce to kiss. She snuggled closer between their legs and laid her cheek against his cock, felt its heat and wetness and strength, and burrowed her face closer to kiss deep in his hairy loins.
It took only a slight turn of her head to get her lips and tongue into Billie's loins, all warm and moist with sex, flexing smoothly and softly with her fucking. She moved down with her tongue and was able to touch Billie's cuntlips with it as Kenny's prick slid in her again and again. She felt the tautly stretched flesh around Billie's distended hole, felt it with her lips, and then those lips were returned to Kenny's prick to feel its lovely, natural movement as he fucked a sweet cunt.
Joyce rolled them from their sides to where Billie's was under Kenny's body. Still they kissed and fucked, just as slowly as ever, and now Joyce could get her mouth on his balls even more thoroughly, licking and sucking them, kissing his asshole and returning for more of his balls, while he stuck that lovely hard pecker of his right up between Billie's long, slender legs time after time in slow cadence.
Again Joyce rolled them over and now Billie was on top. Her bottom was so cunningly rounded that Joyce couldn't help but feel its contours with her cheeks. She worked lower, nuzzling through Billie's widely split asscrack, and put the point of her tongue against Kenny's sliding cock again. The very tip of her tongue was drawn along by the movement of his prick to very slightly enter Billie's hole, and for a moment Joyce was joined in the fucking. But then out it came again with Kenny's cock, and the couple rolled over on their sides once again.
Joyce sensed something was going to happen even before the couple picked up the tempo of their fucking. She could smell an approaching orgasm or two even before Kenny and Billie started pushing harder at each other. She could even feel it growing in herself as the boy slid his cock into that tight, wet cunt with ever-increasing force, making the soft pink flesh suck him harder, deeper. Joyce's fingers dug into young bodies as she pulled them closer to each other, and to herself.
As the speed of the fucking picked up, so did that of her kisses. She was going slightly wild with them now, stabbing with her tongue, sucking with her lips, feeling as if she was slightly behind them in their pleasure and badly wanting to catch up. The heat was growing intense around her already feverish face, and the scent of sex was flooding into her brain. She lay there on her side, kissing madly and scissoring her legs together for the friction in her cunt that she needed to be a part of this.
She knew she was too late, too far behind the energetically fucking pair, and it made her want to weep with frustration. Still she kept right on with her kisses, and when her lips felt Kenny's balls contract in spasms, her cunt miraculously caught up with Billie's.
Joyce could very clearly feel the rhythmically orgasmic spasms of Billie's cunt with her lips, but she needed nothing to feel those in her own cunt. Her hands were too busy holding onto the orgasming couple to give her cunt so much as a tweak, but nonetheless it orgasmed right along with Billie's cunt and with Kenny's prick and balls.
All three of them were truly together then, cumming in a triple header, thrashing and moaning on the bed. All three pairs of lips were busy with their kisses, but no words were needed to communicate the triple-strength orgasm going on. It could be felt everywhere, by all of them at once, ripping through them in wave after wave of sheer pleasure. Each wave coincided with another deep thrust of Kenny's cock. That thrust knocked a big orgasmic blast into Billie with its dynamic force, and at the same time it brought his balls against Joyce's lips, and the contractions of these triggered her once again. It took him no more than two dozen heavily ejaculating strokes of his cock before he was beginning to wilt, but in that space of time Joyce and Billie felt an equal number of orgasmic flights to ecstasy. When as last he was completely spent, he rolled over and so did Billie. Joyce lay on her back between them, arms around their hips. None of them were able to say a word for a time, but each knew very well that the other two were smiling with as much contentment as he or she felt.