Chapter 10
The moment she saw Steve coming up the front walk, Caryn slipped on her coat and eased out the back door. She was extremely gullible, and she actually believed Joyce would eventually fall under the spell of Steve's cock as she had. In fact, she was fairly certain the brown-haired woman had already fallen under his spell but wouldn't admit it.
It was cold, very cold, but she decided a brisk walk would help ease the fullness she felt in her tummy.
Back at the house, Steve was asking about Caryn as he took off his hat and coat. His ears were red, as were his cheeks, attesting to how cold it was outside. Joyce, who had warmed up some coffee on the stove, told him Caryn had gone for a walk and would be back shortly. Steve knew by now that Caryn was not the one about whom he had to worry, and as long as Joyce was still here in the house, not trying to look for the evidence he had which kept them under his control, he was content.
What Steve didn't know was that Joyce had laced his coffee with rum. Steve had a habit of adding rum flavoring to his coffee anyway, and so the addition of rum, though a little strong, meant nothing to him. He drank three cups, and the more he drank, the happier he became.
Joyce was sipping from her own cup, and the two of them were seated on the living room sofa. When they had finished, they put their cups on the coffee table in front of them, and then Joyce casually leaned over and kissed him, surprising him. When she stopped kissing, to see how he would react, he immediately took the initiative, and he hungrily began kissing her again and again. Her eyes were shut tight when he kissed her, and his gin-fogged brain started wondering if it was possible she was already coming around to his way of thinking.
He surrounded her with his arms, and though she writhed a little she made him believe she was burning with desire for him. The truth was, she did feel desire. Joyce wouldn't admit that what she felt was explicitly for Steve. At this point she still believed it was the situation rather than the man that had her aroused. Besides, she was convinced that since he intended fucking her anyway, she might as well become involved in a way that would really be enjoyable.
Her arms twined themselves around him as she writhed sensuously against him. His tongue stabbed strongly into her waiting mouth, and Joyce responded by kissing him all the harder, responding to his masculine thrusts. His hand was weaving through her short, mousy brown hair, and suddenly the lacing fingers took a tight grip and pulled her head back as he looked at her and said, "Are you sure you want this, Joyce?"
"You bet I do," she nodded.
"In the bedroom," he insisted.
They stood and somehow made it to the bedroom, his throbbing cock swollen to such immensity, he was certain it would tear a hole in his pants. Staring at Joyce standing in front of him in the bedroom, a frost-covered window behind her outlining her proportions through her clothes, he was able to see how delightful she looked. Where Caryn had lost nearly eight pounds by now, Joyce had developed a voracious appetite, and she had actually put on two pounds.
She undressed quickly, letting him look at her smooth nakedness, the tan tips of her smooth breasts, the narrowness of her waist, the gentle sloping of her lovely hips added to the flatness of her delightful belly, all put together in a way to make any man feel his mouth water with desire.
He hurriedly undressed himself, leaving all his clothing in a pile in the middle of the floor. This was the first time he was having either Joyce or Caryn with the female partner's consent.
Moving to her, he swept her thighs from under her as he lifted her and then lowered her slight form ot the bed. Joyce had applied strategic dabs of perfume, and as a result saw his nostrils quiver as he enjoyed inhaling the scent of her.
She lay on the bed, the only light in the room drifting in from the frost-covered window. She stared at his strong, manly body, aware of how much more powerful he was than he looked. She had to admit he did have a cock to end all cocks. When she managed to escape from here, that was the one thing she would definitely miss. Might as well make use of it now, and enjoy it. She figured by the time he was through reaming her out, what she had between her thighs might rival the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel in width.
Reaching out, she gripped it, her fingers clutching tightly to it, feeling the heated interior throbbing with desire for her. She sat upright, pulling him closer as he stood at the side of the bed, waiting. Softly, slowly, carefully, she began stroking the organ. The immensity of it was becoming too much for her, and the rich masculine scent of him filled her nostrils. She was salivating, and realized that having sucked this cock once, she wanted to do so again before filling her cuntal cavity with it. Tiny, musky drops of colorless fluid seeped from the narrow slit in his throbbing glans, lying like smooth, valuable pearls on the shimmering tip.
Her small, pink tongue eeled from between her lips, moving forward slowly at first, then striking with the speed of an adder. It licked off the drops of seminal oil, then retreated to the safety of her own oral cavern. She smacked her lips together, enjoying the creamy fluidic balm.
Steve, seeing her tongue retreat, pushed his hips forward, pressing his throbbing phallus against the softness of her lips. He was delighted at the way her mouth instantly opened into a welcoming circle and began sucking on his penile head. The lips compressed themselves tightly around the phallic tip, while the tongue lapped at the tender point.
Joyce, suddenly tightening her lips around the pungent point, was aware of the wonderful taste seeping through her entire body, into her pores, her nerve-endings, and her bloodstream. She was going to give this cock one helluva sucking job before letting it slide into her cunt. She didn't know why, but he had really overpowered her with his masculinity, teaching her to actually enjoy cocksucking.
Her tongue leaped further out and began circling the throbbing head. It moved in wild, corkscrewing motions, making the penile monster twitch again and again. Then she opened her mouth all the wider as she heard Steve gasp out his lust, now coming up on her knees, giving herself better access to the mighty phallic monster. She had him slide it into the heated cave of her mouth as she tantalizingly sucked, her hands reaching around and gripping his hairy asscheeks.
Steve thought his scalp would literally lift off in a violent explosion. He had never realized something so wonderful was happening because of Joyce's willingness.
She sucked his cock all the way in now, choking as the broad meat pressed against the soft ring of her esophagus. She was strangling for a moment, but suppressed it, her nostrils quivering and widening.
Remembering that by relaxing her gullet she would be able to make it fit around his length of fleshy hosepipe, she did so. Straining forward, she drooled all over the wetly pumping penis, sucking as if she did it for a living. Behaving even more forward, she reached between his thighs as he stood there and used her hands to gather his heavily dangling scrotum, manipulating the balls in their soft skinned sac as if the eggs inside were made of fragile crystal. Lighting continued shooting through his shuddering body nearly causing Steve to stumble and fall. She had really learned.
Her fingers continued massaging the softly yielding flesh of his dangling testicles while her other hand had a firm grip around the base of his cock, firmly jerking and pulling as if she considered ripping his organ out by the roots. Her lips slid up and down most of its length, sucking strongly, pulling it into her anxious throat, then sliding it out until only its onion-shaped tip remained locked behind her teeth. Her satin oral interior closed more and more tightly around the pulsating length of cock, and it thrilled Joyce to know she was able to make the man gasp and tremble so uncontrollably.
Steve was aware of his lustful penis swelling and enlarging even more inside the brown-haired woman's heatedly lustful, oral cavern. He was aware of his hard, rubber-like glans rubbing against the narrow entrance to her gullet, and he stared down at her with delight as her mouth seemingly willingly gobbled his hard flesh into her throat. He gasped and sighed in cadence to the way she rhythmically sucked his solid penis, watching her lovely face-for with a cock in her mouth she looked absolutely beautiful-laboring against his thighs. Her cheeks were hot with desire, red with passion, but he soon became totally oblivious to anything other than the passionate feelings she was building in him. Flurries of fire-laden furor built in him as he groaned repeatedly, his pelvis bucking maddeningly against her obscenely stretched mouth, working to bring him the completion he so richly deserved. Yes, he did deserve it, for he had taught her the joys of cocksucking and the pleasure of having her pussy lapped. When he had sucked her cunt, he hadn't done it half heartedly, either.
He was gasping, struggling to climax, but his sperm wasn't ready to come forth. This was his fourth time in less than twenty four hours and it would take some time before the semen would spew forth.
He began gasping and panting with the need for satisfaction, ramming the head of his growing cock into the deepest part of her pharynx, feeling the depths of her throat cling to it.
Steve's hands gripped her hair as his ass moved back and forth with the throbbing cock stretched between her lips. But as tightly as her mouth clamped to it, she found the hard prick unwilling to surrender the contents of his aching testicles.
Caryn smiled to herself as she turned around. This was the time to return to the house. She was certain Joyce was successful in her seduction of Steve. Now it was up to her to make sure he had a double dose of cunt.
Reaching the house, she used the key Steve had given her the previous night to let herself in. In almost no time she had her clothes off as her ears picked up the sounds of what was taking place in the bedroom.
Odd, but from the moans and groans, it sounded as if Steve was the one doing the work. Peering into the bedroom, she saw Steve now lying on the bed, his hard cock stabbing into the air, and Joyce was sitting on his face, rubbing her hot pussy back and forth as his tongue washed across it repeatedly. His lapping tongue was stabbing into her vagina, once again dredging juices out of her. His face glistened with the oils seeping from her pussy.
"No" Steve was saying to Joyce. "This way isn't doing me much good either."
"It's doing me one helluva lot of good," Joyce assured him, feeling fiery lava rumble through her blood vessels.
God! No matter what the position, when his mouth touched her cunt, she felt blazing bolts of wanton lightning charge through her as never before.
"I want to fuck you," Steve was saying. "Better yet, since you originally took the initiative, I want you to fuck me!"
"Yes!" Joyce agreed, now in the throes of heat.
"I want you to sit on my cock and slide yourself all the way down," he told her. "Okay?"
"Whatever you say," Joyce nodded, sliding her body down the length of his horizontal form, then raising her pussy until her coral slash with its brown beard hovered directly over the thick, upstanding massivity of penis.
"Now!" he roared. "Do it, now! Sit quickly!"
Joyce reached down and gripped the throbbing pike tightly in her fist as she guided her teeming vaginal sluice over it. She shuddered. It would be like being deflowered all over again, because she had never had a cock as long or as thick as this one penetrate her before. Her body felt the thickly bulbous minaret of his phallic dome pressing the walls of her heatedly tight pussy farther and farther apart. At first she began sitting slowly, aware of the way the burning glens stretched her vulva and began working its way into the narrow strait of her pussy. Her scalloped inner lips slowly parted, as if doing so grudgingly, and Joyce gasped as she became aware of the wedging head forcing her tight entryway wider and wider, slowly but surely slipping into her squeezing feminine chasm.
"Uuuunngghh!" she gasped. "Oh God! I knew you were thick, but I never really knew . . . uuunhhh . . . howww thick. I don't think I can take it inside me.. '. oooh!"
"Come on Joycie, you can do it, you can do it!" Steve urged. "Don't stop now! Keep sliding down!"
Joyce was aware of heavy droplets of perspiration breaking out all over her. They were huge droplets, and they began running down her face and body. God! She had no idea a cock in her cunt would hurt considering how many of them she had taken with no difficulty whatsoever. Even her wedding night was mild compared to the discomfort she was presently feeling.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself a little lower, feeling the thick penis press past her inner labia. The cock sank slowly into the simmering depths of her crushing cunt. Floods of heavy oil came pouring out of her, washing all over the penis, lubricating her inner walls at the same time. Little by little she was widening, and she knew she was going to take the massive monster inside her. Her knees dug into the bed until she felt the bedcovers were burning her kneecaps.
"Goooddhhh!" she gasped, a little afraid at this point, yet knowing she didn't dare jump off without incurring his anger. "I just can't.. . unhhh . . . seem to do it!"
Steve didn't waste time. He reached up, gripped her shoulders, and pressed firmly down on them, pushing hard, and she felt the tight inner cathedral of her cunt slowly open and surround the in-probing knife-like length of his shuddering cock. Down, down she sank, her tremblingly slender body moving ever so slowly, shivering and quivering every inch of the way.
To Steve, the very tightness of her narrow pussy was heaven. She was as tight as Caryn had been, and this was surprising because he knew she wasn't a virgin whereas Caryn had been one. He had never thought she would be this tight. Not that Caryn wasn't also wonderful. Both cunts had equal elasticity, and both stretched just enough to contain his horse cock, making him shudder with delectable delight. He listened to the sound of her squeaky tightness as her body continued its trip down so their pelvises might eventually kiss.
Joyce gasped, certain she was going to be torn open. Just when she felt herself unable to withstand more, she was aware of the grayish hairs on his pelvis mingling with the brown hairs on her own pubis. She was all the way down. The head of his cock was pressing against the back wall of her vagina, his thickness filling her interior to what seemed like overflowing, making her narrowly tight walls bulge to accommodate his breadth.
Joyce simply sat there for a moment, feeling impaled right up to her eyeballs-Lord! It seemed to skewer through her heart and lungs and all her other vital organs. She was trembling, but Steve, his mind once again functioning, ran his palms over the sensitive tips of her upstanding breasts, whispering soft words of comfort to her, reassuring her everything was fine.
Little by little the feeling of fullness in Joyce turned to a feeling of clogged contentment. Tingles touched every little space along her vaginal inner grooves, and she quivered with uncontrolled static bursting constantly through her quaking body. She soon found it impossible to simply sit there. She had to move, to create friction inside her, to enhance the already burning fires and build them to greater heights, enlarging her need so she would achieve total and ultimate satisfaction.
Slowly, very slowly, she began to rise, feeling the knobby head of his swollen penis slide from the back wall of her tight pussy into the shallower part of her womanly chamber. She moved up, up until her scalloped cuntlips trapped the shell-like rim of his corona. Then , she reversed herself, and little by little she sat back down on the throbbing truncheon, letting the masculine muscle re-enter her feminine grotto, flooding her drenched inner cunt with the thickness of itself.
When her rounded little buttocks touched his hairy pelvis, she immediately reversed direction all over again. Up, then down, as if she were riding a carousel, aware of only one thing, the fitting of the hard, wonderful ramming cock into the tightness of her squishy depths.
Caryn stood there with awe on her face. She stared at the ribald way Joyce was riding the massive phallic length, fucking the man with a maddeningly intensifying fury, riding faster and faster with every pumping motion.
The brown-haired woman continued riding the merry go round, moving faster and faster, fucking him with a violently overpowering thrust, pumping more quickly each time. Her tight, small asscheeks were hitting his thighs hard, making loud slapping noises.
Steve was right there with her, matching her hump for pump, allowing his tremendously broad shaft to lift itself even higher into the swamp-like regions of the woman's tightly sucking vagina. The lust-hardened staff continually stretching the woman's softly pliable vaginal folds, ramming into her soft, hair-lined pussy, fucking her with a fervor born of the knowledge that she had come to him rather than waiting for him to make the first move. He wasn't easily deceived, but Joyce's coming to him came close to fooling him. At this moment he was totally duped, not even realizing it wasn't even Joyce's idea.
His anxious eyes never once left the slender girl's beautifully twisted countenance. He was fascinated by the way her short, curly hair fluffily tossed wildly about her head in all directions as she continued bouncing uncontrollably up and down. She moved frenziedly, uncontrollably, straining for that ultimate conclusion, her body twisting and gyrating as she continued.
She kept on beating the tender taut surfaces of her round rectal cheeks against the hairy thighs beneath her own as he arched his fulcrum to meet hers, thrilling to the attack fomented by passion on his body by hers. The bedroom echoes and re-echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking. Steve discovered the tip of his cock was delving into the innermost center of Joyce's suctioning pussy, plunging straight up and digging ever deeper, the tip butting against her cervical opening now and again as if expecting to widen that perforation enough so that his cock would shoot directly into her narrow womb. The suction in her squeezing pussy was unbelievable, drawing him higher and deeper.
The man was almost insane with the lustful pleasure he was feeling, the satin-smooth scabbard of her tantalizing vagina continually swallowing the full length of his bloated instrument as he continually spiked it far into the coral tenderness of her with all the strength in his body. His hands, which had been cupped over the firmness of her small breasts, now reached down to grip her slim waist, admittedly enjoying the narrowness of it. Not that he liked Caryn's waist any less, but he did enjoy the different feeling of Joyce's waist.
Almost out of his mind with passionate rapture, thrilling at the idea of fucking a female this youthful, because most of the dissatisfied wives he had met at the bar and grill were usually his age or at best slightly older than Caryn, he also enjoyed the squeezing response of her sucking vagina. Response? She was actually taking the initiative. In her own way she was every bit as good as Caryn, making him realize he had really lucked out with both these women.
His teeth were tightly clamped together as he allowed the delight he was feeling to travel rapidly through his nervous system. His testicles had swollen but his scrotum had shrunk, and his stiffly aching cock was dying to release the heavy fluid contained in his prostate.
"Uunnnghh . . . sooo good," Joyce gasped. "Fuck meee . . . fuck eeee . . . fuck me . . . don't stop fucking me!"
Steve clung to her slender waist as her body continually slammed down, and with his thick roll of meat wantonly buried to the hilt in her steaming cunt, he did a hundred-and-eighty degree rollover. Now he was the one on top, and he plowed into her, all but crushing her with his hard body. Her long, slenderly shaped legs wound themselves tightly around his body, and he pounded all the more violently into her. He slammed into her as if intent on literally nailing her cunt to the hard mattress.
"God, that looks good!" Caryn gasped, walking into the room, her face reflecting the envy she felt at what she was seeing.
It was the first time she had witnessed sex that hadn't been forced on either of them. This, to her, was what sex was really all about. Now she knew why she had suggested they seduce Steve. This way, she would have no worries, no fears, no qualms or any kind of fright at the thought of possibly being hurt.
Steve and Joyce were so caught up in one another, neither knew the other was there. He continued turbulently pounding into Joyce in the hope the two of them would reach their satisfaction.
Joyce's upturned cunt starvingly lusted to taste the seething sperm still inside the man's body. Wild sensations built in her body, and she suddenly realized she was on the verge of a climax. Oh yes, she was going to come.
"Eeeyyyaa aaii-ii-ii aa-gg-hh-aa-aa nn-nn-hh-hh!" she cried out, the climax mind-shattering and delightful.
The thrusting spoke of his driving phallus lifted her senses higher with every pummeling thrust until all she saw was a series of never-ending spinning colored lights.