Chapter 11
Caryn was moving closer to them, and clad only in her brassiere and frilly panties, she hurled herself at the pair of them, one arm draped over Steve's masculine back, the other arm sliding under Joyce's shoulders in an attempt to become one with them.
Steve, who had been all but lying on top of Joyce, now sat up, his throbbing cock now plugged even deeper into her squirming body. Heavy perspiration covered his face, and he was gasping though he, himself had not yet been satisfied. He stared at Caryn, his mind unable to grasp what was happening for the moment, but a second later he decided he really didn't give a damn. He had to get his rocks off or they would blow all over the place.
Reaching out, he grabbed Caryn, his arm moving with the speed of a coiled boa constrictor, his fingers were gripping her bare arm, tugging her flesh so hard she gasped as he made her fall onto the bed.
"What's going on?" Joyce gasped still in the throes of her orgasm as Caryn's somewhat heavier body fell across hers.
"I don't know what you're doing in here at this particular moment," Steve gasped, "or why you're almost as naked as the two of us, but since you've returned, honey, and you've witnessed what we've been doing without being invited to do so, you might just as well become a part of it."
"Yesss . . . " Cary hissed, still lying across Joyce's body, looking up at him. "Make me a definite part of it, now and forever."
The auburn-haired woman was visibly shaken as he leaned down and hungrily kissed her ripe mouth while his hands slid beneath her and continued anxiously rubbing the firm round swells of Joyce's breasts.
His throbbing cock continued thrusting in and out of Joyce's greedily clinging pussy. The brown-haired woman had no intention of surrendering the organ until she knew she had made him come. It would be a slight on her womanhood to think he was incapable of unloading his sperm inside her.
The driving thrusts of his powerful prick made Joyce, even with Caryn's weight on her, wriggle and squirm with delight as over-sensitivity finally gave way to a new mounting desire. Caryn was surprised to see Joyce still aroused. After a climax of the magnitude she had recently attained, she should normally be tired and wanting to relax a little, as Caryn had ached to relax after the all powerful orgasms this man induced in her.
The squirming movements of the brown-haired woman beneath her made Caryn aware of the jealousy she was feeling for the first time. Letting herself kiss Steve one more time, she slid off Joyce and stared as Steve proceeded to kiss the more slender female. It was almost a tender exchange between them, and had Caryn not known of Joyce's desire to get away from all this, she would have believed Joyce sincere in the way she was responding to Steve's kisses. Had Joyce been sincere, it wouldn't have bothered Caryn. She was more than willing to share Steve, providing the woman with whom she shared him really loved him, and also felt some love for her, as well. But Joyce was totally selfish. Though the idea to seduce Steve had been Caryn's, Joyce was now behaving as if Caryn didn't belong there. Afer all, Caryn had wanted Steve happy with the two of them at once. She had discovered that making him happy was what made her happy, for the more she lavished affection on him, the more he responded in similar fashion.
Seeing Joyce acting so lovey-dovey made Caryn think of all this as somehow or other being perverted. But Steve was so caught up in it all it made Caryn wonder what would happen next.
For the moment, Caryn lay there silently, unmoving, wondering if the other couple on the bed had completely forgotten her. But a man like Steve Blaze was not one to forget a woman like Caryn. He had been kissing Joyce with heavily pressing lips on the latter's mouth, maintaining the full length of his fleshy lance buried in the depths of her cunt. Now he lifted his lips from Joyce's, reached out and pulled Caryn back to him, kissing her lips with just as much hunger and desire.
Caryn wanted to protest that she didn't want him to kiss her as someone second best. But even as she opened her mouth to protest and felt his tongue slip against hers, a wild static buzzed through her. She didn't know who, but she felt even more aroused than when he had attacked her earlier, and was suddenly aware for the first time what it meant to feel love for someone. Her entire inner self began responding as she anxiously kissed back, pressing her firm, orange-sized breasts under her brassiere against him. He might not have been an adonis in looks, but his way of making love made him outrank any Greek god Caryn had ever read about. The gentle swirling of his tongue heated her up that much more, and her lips opened wider, letting him suck on her own oral digit.
Joyce, still writhing on the bed, in the throes of her previous orgasm, was now aware of a great emptiness, and realized that in spite of all her efforts, Steve had finally managed to yank his mighty fleshy monolith from her interior. Turning her head, she saw him pressing himself solidly against Caryn, and it occurred to her he was going to fire his load into Caryn rather than herself.
Caryn felt him pressing solidly against her, squeezing her and letting her know he had no intention of releasing her to be alone with Joyce. His arms hurt where he was still gripping her, and her lips were raw from the way he had kissed her. Her crushed breasts were sensitive almost to the point of pain. His strength made her believe he might start breaking her bones at any moment. From the corner of her eye she saw Steve reach out and take a firm grip on one of Joyce's breasts, as if intent on letting the brown-haired girl know he had no intention of relinquishing her either.
Then Caryn was aware of the stone-stiff pulsating of his enormous cock as it pushed against her, trying to probe between her chubby thighs. Moisture from its elastic tip seeped through the thin material of her panties. Her blood boiled as her brain spun.
He was going to fuck her, but this time not from the rear. This time his cock wasn't going to punish her but delight her.
Suddenly she felt his fingers curl into the tight elastic of her panty waistband, and he was pulling the cloth in his anxiety to get to her cunt. All that was visible at the moment were the curling auburn hairs on her pubic mound as she clamped her thighs together. His hands shoved her thighs apart, and her pink cuntlips separated as oily fluid came bubbling out of her, oiling the way for his pulsating cock as it rubbed up and down between her tantalizing thighs. The head rubbed against her clitoris again and again, making her seethe with wanton lust.
"Uunngghh!" Caryn gasped, no longer thinking about anything other than getting what she had come for in the first place-a good solid fuck.
Maddening desire was rippling through her shuddering body, helplessly held prisoner by the ruthless rubbing of his cock against her budding clitoris. It was all so obscenely wonderful, so delightfully perverse. The hard, by now familiar pressure of a penile head against her tiny clitoris reminded her just how much she wanted him. Knowing his cock had been nursed by another woman's vagina didn't detract from his desirability. Her nipples ached to be rubbed by his hands as she longed to be free of the restraining brassiere.
His tongue swathing through her mouth was driving Caryn wildly insane, and she didn't give a damn whether or not Joyce was watching. His hotly pulsing prick was slowly pushing forward now, parting her inner labia. Little by little her tiny feminine culvert opened to accept the blood-swollen glans moving between the silken softness.
"Aaaayyaa gnnnnhh!" she gasped with delight as the cock slid into the hot, tight hole of her seething pussy.
She was aware of the way Steve was unevenly panting, and for a moment she feared he might be ready to have a heart attack, but the man just kept on thrusting his cock into her, pushing it into the long, thick succulence of her mysterious womanly chamber, a chamber he had fathomed before, but never seemed to get tired of. In almost no time the entire thickness of his powerful prod was totally buried in the tenderness of her seething center. He was buried to the balls in the boiling depths of Caryn's simmering womanly crater.
Beside him, Joyce was still writhing from the aftereffects of the orgasm he had induced in her, her hand gripping his, pushing his fingers into her steaming feminine forearm. As he stuffed the lust little bit of his sausage-thick penis into the oily cauldron of Caryn's frothing snatch, he reached over and buried two fingers of his right hand all the way into Joyce's simmering center. The fingers thrust in and out, keeping perfect time with the way his cock moved in Caryn's steaming cunt.
It was the first time Steve Blaze had ever taken on two women at once, and he was proud of the way he was handling the pair of them. He had built them up to such a pitch, they were more than willing to share him without jealousy. He plunged his cock continually into the rapturously tight interior of the lovely Caryn, her smooth, plump thighs straining around him to keep him content inside her while his two fingers sank repeatedly into the flowering funnel of the rapturously aroused Joyce.
"Ann . . . amh . . . anh . . . " Joyce was gasping beside him as his fingers continued moving in and out of her heated nest, creating loud slurping noises with the movement.
Fingers and cock moved with the same tempo, and the thrusting increased the erotic torment in Caryn. She wanted more, lifting her anxiously aching body up to receive all he was able to pound into her. Each time he sank his massive phallic salami into her, she rotated her loins lasciviously against his hard thrusts, fucking back with wild passion she had never known herself to possess.
With Caryn next to her on the bed, Joyce felt herself come to her senses, realizing she was only doing all this to make certain the man was tired out. She had determined she would escape as soon as all this was over. Earlier in the day she had decided she would run to the bus stop and take the bus to the other end of Bellwin, and there she would take her car and run. If he had any feeling for Caryn, at all, he wouldn't use the blackmail he had intended using, and even if she didn't work for Traveler's, she would find a job with another bank and once again work her way up. The idea of being a prisoner grated too much on her nerves.
Even as she thought all this, her desire-filled pussy worked madly against the man's plunging fingers. She became even more aroused when he added a third finger. Damn! What he was doing felt so wonderful! Her mind forgot about escape again for the moment as she concentrated on feeling more and more.
Hearing Caryn sigh on the bed beside her, she felt a stronger bond than ever with the older woman, and her hand reached out and gripped Caryn's fingers where the latter had her own hand digging into Steve's back. She gripped Caryn's hand tightly in her own, feeling the way her simmering cunt, like a car radiator, was overheating. She was going to climax again, and this time solely because of the man's moving fingers.
Steve's hand slurped in and out of her shuddering cunt with intensifying rapidity, the sucking juices clinging to his fingers. The lava within her came spewing up so strongly, she was afraid it would back into her and come pouring out of her throat. Her hand squeezed that of Caryn all the more tightly as Caryn responded by squeezing back and keening her own shuddering body up and down to the magnificent thrusts of the heavy cock plunging in and out of her.
"AAaa-aa-ii ii-ii-yy-yy yy-aa-nn-nn-nn gg-gg-hh-hh!" Joyce shrieked, reaching her second orgasm of the afternoon, almost choking to death on her own outcry as the wracking orgasm tore through her shuddering form and the wetly frigging fingers in her hot cunt shoved in and out all the more insanely, enhancing everything for her.
Caryn's fingers tightened solidly around Joyce's hand, and now Steve's huge cock seemed to swell and enlarge even more, becoming impossibly thick inside the lovely auburn-haired woman's narrow pussy. The wonderful softness of her wriggling body beneath his torso added to the obvious enjoyment Joyce was beginning to feel wash away. Steve was swollen with desire, and he thought his entire body, not just his balls, would shortly explode.
Christ! This had to be the ultimate for any man! Two women! Both equally sensuous, both clamoring for more and more of him, and even though his balls hurt like hell, he was glad he hadn't come in Joyce and was therefore able to fuck Caryn.
Caryn's heels were kicking madly against his buttocks as she flexed her heavy thighs back against her sensually aroused self, thereby enabling her to offer more of her thrustingly pliant pussy to his wildly stabbing male poker. She was going to hit the top, and this time it was pure pleasure with no pain.
"EEEEYYAA AAIIYYAAGGGG GGHHHH HH-WWWW WWAAAAIIII IIYY!" she screeched, gasping and humping insanely in the throes of unbelievable torment. Her body was bouncing so wildly, she literally shoved his hard cock out of her.
"Me!" Joyce begged. "Now it's my turn! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He literally leaped from Caryn's body onto that of Joyce, his cock finding its way into her womanly lair without his having to use his hands. He pumped insanely until Joyce had enjoyed yet another orgasm, and then she hurled him off her and proceeded to swallow the whole length of his cock, and he was suddenly firing down her gullet, blasting load after load of cock-juice into her belly.