Chapter 4

Joyce Jensen never drank alcohol. For years she had shied away from it, fearing that a few drinks might make her lose her sense of discretion and go chasing after the first attractive young boy she saw, and wind up losing her job. On that day, however, on that first day of the new school semester, she stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of pre-mixed martinis.

She needed something to relax her that day, so she could think. All the sweet orgasmic pleasures she'd known with Kenny hadn't done a thing to satisfy her gut-deep needs. Those pleasures had only been preliminaries for the true release she had to have, for the big bang of a real orgasm. There was no danger of the alcohol sending her out into the streets after a boy. She had her boy, and she wouldn't be able to see him until the next day. The alcohol would simply relax her, help her get her mind off her burning twat, and allow her to decide just what to do about Kenny.

She sat in the big chair by the window in the apartment she shared with a girl named Billie. She sipped slowly and daintily at the icy liquor, thinking, wondering, yearning, and wishing away the hours until she could fall asleep for the night. Just then, though, her pussy wouldn't let her sleep. She'd taken a cold shower, but that age-old prescription for an itchy box hadn't helped her. Her big hairy twat was still pulsing with desire, still throbbing with its need for young Kenny and his beautiful dick. She was in a quandary. If he was older and lived by himself, she could go to see him and somehow manage to seduce him into her arms, into her bed. But if he was older, she wouldn't want him. If she was a coarse and lusty woman, she could go to a bar, pick up a stranger, and find her satisfaction with him. But she was a lady and couldn't do that sort of thing. All she could do was wait and hope that her young lover, influenced perhaps by her very fragrant panties, would make the bold decision to go on with their affair.

Oh, what treats would be in store, for him if he did. And what excitement and thrills she would know when she overcame his fear and shyness and he came to nestle against her hot and experienced body. She sat sipping and gloating on that, rubbing her twat, pretending her finger was his dick. But no amount of make-believe could bring that to pass.

She had to have him, and that was all there was to it. If he didn't decide to give her what she needed, she'd kidnap him. She'd spirit him off to a desert island and spend the rest of her days there with him, without a stitch of clothes between them, fucking and sucking endlessly in the sun, under the stars. Joyce nestled down in the big chair, clad in only a filmy black peignoir which she rarely wore, wishing he was there, wishing the time would fly by, sipping and dreaming, diddling her clit. The afternoon dwindled to twilight as the level in the bottle dwindled. Joyce was feeling quite relaxed, when . . . BANG, the door burst open and there was her roommate, Billie.

For a moment, Joyce thought it was Kenny. Billie was an airline stewardess. She was gone on flights most of the time, and when she returned to the apartment, she was usually still in uniform. This consisted of short red boots, long tan pantyhose, red hot pants, a tiny red and yellow dress that barely covered up the pants, and a little red derby hat on her head. She was a slender girl of twenty-three, medium height, with short brown hair, an elfin face, and an olive complexion. She usually wore make-up, long false eyelashes, lots of jewelry, and though she had a diminutive bustline and narrow hips, looked entirely feminine in every respect. On this day, however, because of the dim light and because of the nature of her thoughts, Joyce at first mistook Billie for her Kenny. The clothes Billie was wearing helped this errant illusion. Billie was completely out of uniform. Instead of her flight bag, she had a little duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Her head was bare, she wore no make-up or jewelry, and instead of her brief, bright uniform, she had on bell-bottomed jeans and a horizontally striped tank top. Joyce sat straight up in her chair when Billie entered, then settled back down with a dejected sigh when her roommate turned on the light.

Billie, always bubbling with enthusiasm, said, "Wait till you see what I've got in this bag! Kid, you won't believe it!"

"Oh, it's you," said Joyce, and looked out the window.

"Sure it's me. Who the hell were you expecting. Hey, what's the matter? Is this booze you're drinking?" she asked, and came over to smell Joyce's cocktail glass. "What's the matter with my schoolteacher roomie? First day of school get you down, or are you finally coming out of your shell and starting to live?"

"I've got problems," Joyce explained.

Billie sat down on the arm of her chair. "Well, tell me about them. I've got a good ear. I should, after putting up with the stories of all those stinky old cigar-smoking men on the airplanes all day. What's the trouble, Joyce? You know you can tell me. Are you in love?"

Joyce looked up at her friend's sympathetic face with tears in her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I'm in love, and I shouldn't be. It'll only lead to trouble, like before."

She began to cry, and Billie began to comfort her, petting her, soothing her, but not stifling the sobs. "I don't want you to see me like this," Joyce wailed. "I'll have to work it out by myself."

"Nonsense. Tell me all about it. Right from the start. You can trust me. Here. I'll turn the light down low so you don't have to see me. Better?" she said, when she was again on the chair arm with her arm about Joyce's shoulders.

"I don't know where to begin."

"Right at the start."

"It was so long ago. I should've told someone before. And I know I can trust you," said Joyce, and laid her head against her friend's warm side. "It was my first year as a teacher. I used to do extra things for my better pupils. One of them was this boy, Robbie. He was only fifteen years old. It was all very platonic."

"Mmm," said Billie, "aren't fifteen-year-olds just adorable? I picked one up hitch-hiking last week, took him up here and he just about fucked my ears off once I'd shown him what to do with his pecker. Trouble is, they have nothing to talk about and they don't have any money, but there are times when a gal needs something more than conversation and dinner out. But your thing with this kid was just platonic?"

Joyce looked up at her friend with new respect, and said, "I took him on nature walks in the woods. He kept looking up my dress, the little angel. I was dumb then, an innocent myself. But I wasn't afraid of him. I let him look, let him touch, and pretty soon we were out in the forest almost every day, fucking away like mad. Billie, it was the happiest time of my life," she said, clasping hands with the friend in which she had so much in common. "He was a virgin and I was too, almost. All we did was fuck, and I sucked him off once or twice."

"Didn't he go down on you? You should have made him do it. They just love it when you train 'em right. Mind if I help you with this martini? It's good. Go on."

"Robbie did it just one time-and that was the time we got caught."

"By his folks? How exciting!" said Billie, and hugged Joyce.

"No, by the school principal, and it was just awful. His name was Morris, the bastard. He followed us. He suspected what we were doing and he followed us and took pictures. Oh God, it was so sweet to have Robbie's head down between my legs, licking my pussy, kissing it, making me cum and cum and cum . . . and then it looked so dirty when Morris showed me the pictures of it."

"Sweet and dirty," Billie giggled, "that's the way I like it. What happened with the pictures? Did he blackmail you with them?"

"How'd you know? Yes, he blackmailed me, the bastard, and he made me stop seeing Robbie and start fucking him. He was married, of course, and of course his wife was a prude, so he had me do just everything to his big old man-sized horse-cock. The only time it turned me on was when I could pretend it was Robbie I was sucking or fucking, or Robbie going down on me. I hated Morris's whiskers, his cock, I hated everything about him. It went on for seven long years. It still would be going on, but his wife found out about it and he had to give me my transfer to here. Since then I haven't had any sex at all . . . until today."

"Fibber," said Billie, slipping her hand around Joyce's bare throat in a very nice way. "You've had sex with yourself. I've heard you when you thought I was asleep. At times I wanted to join you at it in your bed."

"Why, Billie! You surprise me more and more."

"And I've smelled your playing with yourself. I can even smell it now," she said, and picked up Joyce's limp hand and sniffed it, touched it to her lips.

In the dim light, Billie looked like a distant cousin to Kenny, one who wasn't a bit afraid of sex. She refilled the stemmed glass, sipped from it and held it to Joyce's lips, and Joyce drank without tasting. Billie's fingertips were inside the black peignoir, touching the upper swell of Joyce's breast, and how Joyce wished those were Kenny's little fingers there.

"And today you found yourself a new lover? How old?" Billie asked.

"Fifteen. And he's scared to death of it."

"You can take care of him. Jesus, with a face and figure like yours, you could seduce any male . . . and a lot of females. Cut loose. Go to it. Have a ball. If someone catches you, tell them to go fuck themselves. You can do anything you want to nowadays. You don't have to work as a schoolteacher. Get a job in a boy's club, and you can have all the tender chicken you want. Life's too short to deny yourself anything when it comes to fun. And sex is fun."

"It sure is, when you can get it," Joyce said with a sigh.

"It's all around you," Billie said, and slipped down into Joyce's lap. She was almost in it already, and she settled there softly, with a warm smile on her face, and with her hand completely cupping Joyce's breast. "You can get sex wherever you look for it, Joyce."

Joyce looked down at the hand gently squeezing her breast, looked up at the lazy smile on her friend's charmingly boyish face. "It's funny. You look a lot like my Kenny just now."

Billie wrinkled her button nose. "I used to be a tomboy. I still don't have a very womanly figure. My titties aren't nearly as big as yours. Feel them. Go ahead, Joyce. No, honey, under my shirt. That's right. Mmmm. Ni-i-i-ice. Two sophisticated ladies, playing with each other's titties. Nothing wrong with that when there's no man around. Nothing wrong with it ever. If your Kenny was here you'd be doing nice things with him. And him to you. Joyce?"

"Yes," said Joyce, all confused, very dreamily so.

"If I were to turn myself into Kenny, would you do something nice for me? Would you?"

There was no way she could change into Kenny. Sure, she looked like him in that light, but there were certain obstacles in the way. Not the least of which was in Joyce's hand. Her breast, her little titty, was indeed small. But it was very definitely there, a fascinating little hillock of soft, smooth flesh, crested with quite a hard nipple. It was something a slender boy like Kenny could never have on his smooth chest. What Billie was suggesting was impossible. But still, Joyce had to know more about it.

"What?" said Joyce. "What is it you want me to do that's nice?"

Billie burrowed her face through the thick tresses over Joyce's ear and warmly murmured, "Let me suck you off."

"Billie!" said Joyce, and weakly tried to rise.

But Billie's weight was too much for her, and when Billie whispered again, more urgently, it wasn't her voice that spoke. "Please, Miss Jensen, let me suck you off. I've always wanted to do it. You're so pretty and sexy and sweet. You're my very favorite teacher, and I'd suck you off so good. I know how to do it. Please, Miss Jensen. Let me be a good boy and suck your luscious cunt for you. Please, Miss Jensen. Pretty, pretty please."

"Oh, Kenny," Joyce murmured, before she caught herself. "Please, Billie. Don't do this to me. I'm not that way."

"You like sex and so do I," Kenny's voice persisted. "Let me suck your cunt just once, Miss Jensen. Let me kiss it. Let me smell it. Just let me see it."

"Oh, Kenny. Oh, darling Kenny," Joyce murmured, as the denim and tee-shirt clad figure slid down from her lap, trailing kisses, trailing hands.

She had to open her legs for Billie. She wriggled like a slippery eel, murmuring smutty little endearments, wedging herself between Joyce's legs.

Joyce's cunt smelled strong. She could smell it clearly as the lovely lithe body parted her hotly trembling legs. Her scent was drawing her smoothly eager young lover on, like a magnet. Billie was kissing her breasts through the sheer nylon of her peignoir. She was squirming her supple waist up against the bulge of her hungry twat. She had her little hands all over her, caressing her, loving her. Her Kenny-Billie, on his knees before her, was as eager as Robbie, as knowledgeable about sex as Morris, and even closer than her Kenny had been that wonderful afternoon. And his language- oh-h-h-h-the things he said to her.

"You've sure got the gorgeous big tits, Miss Jensen. Mmmm. I could suck on 'em all day, but there's better things to suck on. Much better. Big old nipples. Let's pull this pretty black thing aside so I can taste 'em right. Mmmm-m-m-m. Lick 'em and suck 'em, just like I've always wanted to when you're up there teaching us all that shit. Mm -m-m-m. Get you all hot, and make your pussy juicy for me. I love to lick pussy, Miss Jensen. First time I did it was with you, and now I can't get enough of it.

"Lay back, Miss Jensen. You don't have to do a thing ... for now. God, you're just gorgeous ! I got something hard for you, Miss Jensen, something awful hard."

"Oh, Kenny, darling Kenny," Joyce moaned, caressing his head, in a reverie of joy as he kissed his way down her belly, opening the gauzy material as he went, his breath hot on her flesh.

"Miss Jensen, you got a cunt like a red hot furnace. It's blasting my chest right now. I'm going to lick it, lick it good for you. I'm going to suck you off good and proper. Nice and hairy. Just the way I like it. Fat old lips. Big old clit. Suck it. Suck you off. Mmmmmmm. M-m-m-m-m-m!"

"Kenny, Kenny, love me!" Joyce cried.

She gripped the arms of the chair and planted her feet firmly on the floor. She tilted her lush hips up and gave him-her the big twat he so adored, all slick with loving wetness, all hot and horny for those lips that knew just how to suck on it.

"Kenny, suck me off! Oh, baby, suck my big cunt for me like I sucked your hot prick! SUCK ME LIKE I SUCKED YOU!"

Joyce almost lost it then. She remembered then who it was on the floor, remembered that the one sucking her cunt so well didn't have a cock to suck, and she almost lost it. But then with a snarl of frustration she opened her legs wider, spread the fat lips of her cunt with the fingers of both hands, and said, low and guttural, "I don't care if you're man or woman, girl or boy, suck my cunt. SUCK IT! Oh Jesus, I need it so bad. And it feels so FUCKING GOOD! NNG! NNG! NNG!" she grunted, humping up against the face between her legs, against the lips encircling her clit. "Make me cum! Jesus Christ, I need it so bad! CUM! MAKE ME CUM, DAMMIT! Couldn't cum all day! Couldn't scare him. Felt good, felt marvelous, but I couldn't really cum! Haven't cum in years! Kenny, I've never really cum as much as I wanted to in my life, and I've got to cum now! SUCK ME! SUCK ME OFF!!! MAKE ME CUM, CUMMMM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M!!!"

It was Kenny down there again and he was going as wild as Joyce was. He was slipping his hot tongue clear down to her asshole, stabbing her there with it and then swirling it up through her gushing slit to suck on her clit again. She was thrashing in the chair, clutching his head, clutching the chair arms. Her hips were fucking steadily, her hair was whipping across her face as she tossed her head from side to side, getting all the heady pleasures she might have missed with him that afternoon. Her tits were jouncing on her chest with her gyrations in the chair, and her lovely big cunt was blasting her time and again with its hot lightning streaks of orgasmic pleasure.

In a hoarse voice she cried, "More! Give me more CUMS! KENNY, I LOVE YOU. MAKE ME CUM-M-M-M-M!!!"

"Jesus, Joyce. When you cum, you really make a meal of it."

"What? What?" said Joyce, as Kenny-Billie's lovely mouth left her, and there was only Billie smiling at her through the dimness, wiping her pretty face, getting up from the floor.

"Not bad, eh, Joyce? Not bad for a beginner."

"Ohh-h-h-h-h," Joyce moaned, and closed her eyes, tried to fight down the lovely tinglings still rippling through her body, brought on by the kiss of a Lesbian. "Oh, Billie, you shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you."

There was a chuckle and the soft rustle of clothing coming off. Oh, God, Joyce thought, now she'll want me to do that to her, and I can't, I just couldn't. I may be queer for boys, but for girls? Never!

"Joyce. Miss Jensen," called a wheedling voice from across the room. "Look what I've got for you. Come and get it, Miss Jensen. Come on, lover. Come to your Kenny."

That wouldn't work now. No matter what Billie said, there was no way Joyce could crawl over there and lick her cunt. She sat there with her eyes closed, letting the good feelings ebb, hearing Billie's voice and not Kenny's . . . wheedling at her, coaxing her, tugging at her. At last, when she had control of herself, she opened her eyes.

And immediately her control left her, for there on the floor before her was Kenny!

There was no question about it, for his cock was right there, up hard! And he was playing with it! He was slowly stroking it, up and down, as he lay on his back, legs together and feet pointing at her. He'd taken his jeans off but was still wearing his little shirt. His smile was very inviting through the darkness, and his prick shone with an almost luminescent light in his hand. He was calling to her, coaxing her on, drawing her out of her chair to him.

Gliding to him, sliding back the folds of her peignoir, she murmured, "That's a nice big stiffie you've got, Kenny. Don't play with it. Save it all for me. Save it for my cunt."

His hand came away from it. It was white as snow. She couldn't see his balls, for his closed legs shut them off from view. But she didn't need those. She needed his cock.

She beamed a smile down on him as she came up his body, standing up, straddling him, until his jutting cock was pointed right straight up at her cunt. She lowered herself down, breathless with anticipation, and she uttered a deep sigh of contentment as the tip of his cock- amazingly hard!-touched her cunt and slipped right on inside.

She settled down on him, tits mashed against his chest. She hugged him and kissed him, smiled with him. Eyes closed, she felt his smile, felt his whole body, but most of all she felt his cock, right up inside her at last. She moved her hips and he moved his. His smile was fading. She could feel that, too. He was breathing faster, getting hotter as she worked over his lovely hard cock with her well-oiled cunt.

"Do you like to fuck, Kenny? Does my cunt feel good?"

"Feels terrific. Just terrific. Gonna cum as much as you did."

"I'll make you cum. Forever, darling. Forever. Nice hard cock. Nice soft pussy. They go together. Forever. I love you, Kenny. I love you."

"Love me. Make me cum. Make me cum good! Oh-h-h-h-h. Oh, there it starts. Oh, shit! So good!"

He was fucking back like a champion now. Her darling little lover was a natural at it. Despite her weight on him, he was bucking up under her very effectively, restoring her orgasms where they'd left off, though now she was concentrating on pleasing him!

She rolled them over on their sides, the better to give him room for the deep thrusts that a man loves to make at orgasm, and she marveled at the duration of his ejaculation.

"Keep cumming, darling. That's it," she said, fucking him, kissing him, fucking him. "Squirt it all out in my cunt. Give me all your good stuff. And, ah-h-h-h-h, it's so good. Yes, make it last! I'll make you come again. As soon as it's over, I'll suck you off . . . really good, better than this afternoon."

"Oh, yes. Joyce, you'll just love sucking cunt."

"What? Wh . . ." Joyce stopped her fucking. She opened her eyes to look into the eagerly smiling face of her roommate. "What the hell's going on here? What's that thing inside me?"

"It's a double-ended dildo, silly. What did you think it was? Isn't it great? We can both get fucked at the same time, and the best thing about it is that it never goes soft! Let's fuck some more, and then suck each other off. Sixty-nine. Okay? Joyce, I just love your pussy!"

"Well, I don't love yours!" Joyce snapped, and tried to pull away from the awful thing in her.

Billie, lithe and slender, was too fast for her. Her slim legs were around Joyce's hips in a flash, and she was then clinging strongly to her with arms and legs both, laughing at her, still fucking her with the false cock.

"Dammit, let me up! Let go of me, you . . . you Lesbian!"

"No, I won't let you up till you give me a good fucking, and one for yourself, too. And I'm not a Lesbian," Billie said laughing at Joyce's efforts. Efforts which only made the thing in her fuck her more, stimulate her more in spite of herself.

"You are a Lesbian, and I want no part of that. Let me up!"

"I'm not a Lesbian, I'm just bisexual. You are too, but you don't know it yet."

"No! I like men!"

"Ha! You like little boys. Groovy. Like them.

Fuck them. Have a ball with them and don't worry about it. And when you get tired of them, try something else. Like men or women or girls. Like dogs or horses."

"You bitch, how can you compare my Kenny to a dog?!? Let me up or I'll kill you!"

"Fuck you, you prude," said Billie, and the rage rose in Joyce.

It rose so strongly it gave her strength. Those wiry legs were too securely locked around her to be able to escape from them just then, but she was able to struggle to her feet. She did this with difficulty, bearing the burden of the Lesbian monkey clinging to her neck and hips, laughing at her, shoving that damned dildo in her. But Joyce got up with her burden. And there in the middle of the room, she set out to kill her roommate.

She backed her hips up and started fucking her. She started slamming that awful thing up Billie's cunt just as hard as she could, striving to drive it through her heart. Feet planted firmly, holding her by her round little boyish buns, she socked it to her good and proper. Exhilaration soared in Joyce as she exacted a heavy, heavy revenge with that wonderful instrument of torture, the double-ended dildo. She jammed it in Billie again and again, though it was slipping and sliding in her own cunt, and she made the bitch cry out in pain.

"EEEE-E-E-E-EK-K-K-K! OH, GOD! OH GAWD, JOYCE!!!"

"Bitch! Bitch!" Joyce snarled, and continued to throw it into her, though she was tiring now, and starting to stagger. "You're a Lesbian bitch and my Kenny is wonderful. Wonderful!"- "He's a dog. A dirty dog! OH! OH GAW-W-W-W-D!!!" Billie shrieked, as Joyce redoubled her efforts.

She was savage with her thrusts. She staggered them both across the room with them, fucking hard all the way. Billie's ankles behind her back had unlocked, and now her feet were dangling floorward. She was jerking like a marionette as Joyce fucked hell out of her with the dildo. Joyce was exultant again. She had to hold the slim stewardess with both hands on her ass to keep her up for more of the punishment, and Billie was still clinging to her neck, but just barely.

Finally Joyce got her up against the wall, and there she fucked her solid. There was no yielding of Billie's body possible here. Joyce just jammed it in her, grinning evilly, fully determined to kill her with it. Billie's hands slipped from around her neck. Joyce went on fucking her as she slipped slowly down the wall.

"NNG! NNG! NNG!!! TAKE THAT AND THAT AND THAT," Joyce grunted.

Billie, spraddle-legged, her ass finally on the floor, grinned a very stupid grin at Joyce. And as the exhausted Joyce finally stopped her punishment, Billie murmured, "God, what a fucker you are. Best ride I've had in a week of Sundays. Thanks, roomie. Good luck with your Kenny. Don't worry about a thing with him. Just go get him, tiger. Go get him and any other fifteen-year-old boy who turns you on. And about a month from now, when I'm rested up from this, let's do it again. Whew!"

As Billie had slipped down the wall, the dildo had slipped out of her cunt. It still protruded from Joyce's cunt in a most obscene manner. Joyce whipped it out and threw it at her roommate, then stalked furiously off to bed.