Chapter 2
Joyce really did feel bad about what she had done. She regretted terribly that she had gone to bed with Howard. And in the following days at the office, she would forgive herself only by telling Alice what she had done. The opportunity did come one day when Alice called at the office.
"You know I'd like to tell you something," she said.
"What is it, Joyce?" Howard's wife asked her.
"It's about your husband," she said.
"What has the old boy been doing?" Alice asked acidly.
"It's something very confidential," she assured her. "It should be talked over in complete privacy. You know what I mean."
"I do, darling," she said, "I would love to get together with you for a little girl-to-girl chat."
"That's what I mean," she said.
"Beautiful," she said. "How would you like to come over for dinner tonight? Howard will be gone. He always goes to one of his men's clubs tonight. And we could have a nice long talk."
"I would never risk it," Joyce said, "what I have to say must be said for your ears alone. If he heard, he might kill me."
"Is it that serious, darling?" she asked.
"I think it is," Joyce assured her.
"Well, I suppose I could make it over to the Four Seasons Restaurant if you want to meet me there."
"Beautiful," she said, "I'll meet you there."
Joyce went back to her work for the rest of the day, and when Howard came over and suggested with a sly smile that they could get together, she said no.
"Look, Mr. Stevens," Joyce said to her boss, "I'm sick and tired of all this sex business. I came here to get a job as a secretary. And if that means crawling into bed with every boss, forget it."
"Look, baby, some places they make a girl go to bed with four or five guys. It's lucky that I'm your boss and I don't try to spread it around."
"Well, you couldn't," she assured him. "I wouldn't stand for it."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," he said, "you have quite a mind of your own."
"Well, I have to," she assured him. "I have to. A girl these days has to protect herself. You don't know what it was like in college. All of those lecherous young males asking you to go to bed with them or they wouldn't date you. It really was disgusting. That's probably why I'm not married now. But I don't regret it, damn it."
"Oh, yes you do," Howard chuckled. "I know you do. I've never seen a girl who was more anxious for marriage than you."
"You're just trying to say that to lure me into bed with you again. Well, forget it. Your Psychology One tricks won't work. It's over."
"All right," he said, "then maybe I will have to find me a secretary who will. Because, I'm not going to let my balls suffer because of you."
"That's a nice way to put it," she snapped defiantly. "Because I'm good to you, this is what I get. A kick in the ass."
"Well, baby, I was willing to give you a suck in the ass. But you want to give me the kick."
"All right, another time. But not tonight. I have a very important date tonight."
"That's too bad. Say, I've got an idea."
"What do you mean?" she said indignantly.
"Why don't we all get together?" Howard smiled at Joyce. "I wouldn't be adverse to a three-way."
"A three-way?" she said angrily. "You mean you're asking me to get involved in an orgy?"
"Now, don't act so surprised," Howard said, "orgies are going on all the time. And they have been .for thousands of years."
"Well, you go along with the orgy without me," she said angrily, "I wouldn't be involved in a debacle like that."
"Little Miss Moral," he said, "well, baby, forget it. If you're going to act uptight about every suggestion I have to make, I'm not interested either."
Howard stormed into his office. As she looked after him, she realized that she had been making a fool of herself. For even though they had been whispering, there were ears listening to practically everything they were saying. Immediately, a secretary walked over to her and said tartly, "Trouble?"
"Get out of here," Joyce said, "it's none of your business."
"Well, baby, the way you two were broadcasting it, it's everybody's business now."
Joyce was so upset she could hardly work for the rest of the day. She wished she could call the date off, but she had made a date and she was going to go through with it if it was the last thing she ever did: She wished that she was married. She would love to be married to a handsome, young attorney. Or a good looking doctor. Then life would be easy for her. However, she realized it wasn't that way. Instead, she was just going with an executive that liked to have sex and that was it. It really made her feel rank and rotten. Other women were getting everything. They were getting furs, they were getting Cadillacs and Mark IV's. And she was getting the shaft. She was sick of it. She had come to New York hoping that things would be better than back in her home. She was from Indiana, and a small farming community. Back home, she knew what her parents would think. They would disown her for carrying on the way she had been. She despised the dull life that was there, and she was delighted with the opportunity that she had to come to New York. She had determined that she was going to enjoy New York to the utmost. And she was enjoying it. However, when she met up with a boss who wanted sex, and insisted upon it his way, it really got her uptight. It was a dead-end street and she knew it. After she had told Howard's wife, Alice, she figured she might as well forget everything.
It was sickening and revolting to her. The whole mess. Yet, she knew what she had to do. And she was going to do it. It always seemed as if there was something hanging over her head. Something that was making it impossible for her to live. Yet, she knew she shouldn't think of it that way. She was worried and angry when at last she got off work. She was annoyed with herself at having had made this date with Alice. She knew it would only spell trouble. Yet, she thought it was her duty to do it. Perhaps it was her upbringing. She was surprised when she met Alice. What a sunny looking girl she was. She was also a brunette. This amazed and amused her. Apparently, Howard liked women who looked like she did.
"It's true," Alice said, "at first I thought I would never go with you. But, when you talked on the phone, I knew that I should go with you and take a firmer stand about what my husband has been doing to me."
"Well, I'm happy to be with you, dear," she said quickly, glad finally she had come.
"I want you to tell me the truth," Alice said, "I want you to tell me everything that bastard did. Don't hold back on a thing. It's disgusting what he's done to me and, baby, I want you to do what is right."
"I will," she said, "I will tell you everything. You know Howard is quite a nice man. Actually, I've got a crush on him. For weeks I was hoping he would ask me out. And then he finally did."
At that point Alice said, "I think we'd better have dinner first. I think some food in my stomach would help and plenty of liquor."
They ordered a steak. And then they had their drinks after dinner. Then, Alice asked her, "Now, go ahead, tell the truth."
"I will, Mrs. Stevens," she said tightly. "I don't like to have to tell you this but he took me to a motel. And, I had a wild sex orgy with him."
"Tell me what he did to you, darling," Alice insisted.
This was where she drew the line. It was embarrassing and humiliating to her to have to talk about the intimate details of what they had done.
"Couldn't we skip the details?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," Alice said, "but I would like to know everything. It would set my mind at ease."
"I don't quite understand, Mrs. Stevens," she said, "I don't see how this would set your mind at ease."
"May I call you Joyce?" Alice asked.
"Of course, Mrs. Stevens."
"You don't have to call me Mrs. Stevens. Just Alice. All right, I wonder if he's been neglecting me. I know that I haven't been able to get orgasms with him anymore and I think a lot of the reason is his fault. I know that men do an awful lot of things with women nowadays. Oral sex, for example. And, if my dear husband would use a little of his tongue action on me instead of some of the other dames around the office, maybe I wouldn't have these guilt feelings about being a frigid wife."
"Are you frigid?" Joyce asked before she thought what she had said.
"That's a fins question," Alice said indignantly. "Of course I'm not frigid. Do I look frigid?"
"Well, you can't tell about things like that," Joyce said, "from all I've read and heard, it's in the mind."
"Well, don't believe it, baby," she said, "when you've got a hot tongue sliding up there you can do an awful lot you didn't know you could."
"Hasn't he ever loved you like that?" Joyce asked.
"Judging from that question, I presume he has with you."
"Now, don't get angry, Mrs. Stevens," she said.
"And don't call me Mrs. Stevens," Alice insisted. "Call me Alice."
"All right, Alice," she said, "if you want the truth, I'll tell you everything. That son-of-a-gun really rammed his tongue up my ass-hole. Up my . ant."
"Forgive me," Alice said, "my stomach."
Alice was clutching at her stomach.
"Well, you said you wanted the truth so I'm telling you the truth."
"You mpan my Howard did all of that to you ? " she asked angrily.
"It really is disgusting. I don't know what's coming of the world. People doing things like that."
"Well, it is disgusting," she agreed. "But you couldn't stop him. I had never heard of anyone doing all that. Actually, it was revolting to me. I didn't like having my tongue in his either."
"Don't tell me you did it to him," Alice said angrily. "You mean he got you to debase yourself like that?"
"I'm sorry, he did," Joyce admitted. "Because after all, I'm only a woman and he's much stronger than I am."
Alice's eyes gleamed as she thought about possible repercussions.
"Well," she said, "I have an idea that we could make the bastard pay for it."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, if he forced you to do things that you didn't want to do, that is rape. Isn't it?"
"Well, you might say so," Joyce said, "I really don't know. I haven't studied it."
"Well, you should. You really should. Because you might have a case against Howard."
"Well, Alice," Joyce continued, "don't you want to protect your husband?"
"I should say not," she said, "I want to make him pay for his fling. It really burns the hell out of me. To think of the things that that man has done to me."
"I don't blame you. There isn't any fate that I wouldn't wish for him."
"It sounds like you hate him," Joyce said. "And hate is a bad emotion."
"I don't hate him, honey," Alice laughed, tossing her head back. "I love him. That's why I'm going to make him realize I exist."
"You are an unusual dame, aren't you?" she smiled.
"Not necessarily unusual," she said, "but determined. A lot of the dames feel as I do. When they have someone pull a trick like this, they just don't forgive them quickly."
"Well, I don't blame you," she said, "if you really love him and he's two-timing you, you have every right to get even with him."
"I certainly do," she said, "Howard doesn't hold anything sacred. We had marriage vows that we took. And I don't believe that has any meaning in his life. It really burns the hell out of me when I think back."
"Think back?" Joyce asked Alice.
"Yes," she said, "it really does get me uptight. You see I had many opportunities. There were a lot of men who really loved me. I was a gorgeous young woman and won all kinds of beauty contests. And it was my sincere hope that some way, some how, I would be able to have a beautiful life with Howard. But it hasn't worked out like that at all."
"I guess not," she said, "I guess not. You thought that it was your chance at heaven. And he gave you hell."
"Precisely," she said. "And I've had a change of heart since he's been playing around. He told me I was his sweetheart. But, from what I've learned of the girls at the office, every girl there is his sweetheart. And, the vile things that he will make them do."
"Have you ever done any of those things for him?" she asked.
"I should say not," she told her, "I wouldn't think of it."
"Actually, you ought to be eager to help him have sex the way he-likes it now and then."
"Forget it," Alice told her. "I would never do those things."
"But, really," Joyce explained, "there's nothing wrong with oral sex."
"Well, I've never stuck my tongue in anybody's you-know-what."
"I have," Joyce informed her politely, "and, baby, there's nothing wrong with it. It really is all in the mind. Of course, a little booze helps."
"They don't make the kind of booze that would get me to do things like that," she said. "You can believe me."
"I do believe you," she said.
There was no doubt in "her mind about the fact his wife was furious.
"Look," she said, "don't you feel disgusted with yourself?"
"You said a mouthful," Joyce admitted. "I really am ashamed of myself. It isn't right to do things like this. But, I don't think it's right for you to deny your husband the sex he wants either."
"When it's demented like he wants," she said, "it is. I would never agree to going along with this type of thing."
"Honey," she said, "you would be surprised what it takes to make a man happy. He'll never be happy if you just do what you want to do. After all, a woman has one way of looking at it and a man has another."
"Tell me," Alice said, "it might surprise you what I've had to do to get happiness in my life."
"Well, no," she said, "nothing would surprise me."
When she had said that, Alice looked directly into Joyce's eyes.
"Are you sure nothing would surprise you?"
Immediately, Joyce shook her head and shrugged.
"Positively nothing would surprise me," she said.
Then Alice told her, "I would like to take you home with me, honey. You know you've been walking down the primrose path too long. You ought to get around and live a little."
"Maybe, you're right."
"You're a magnificent doll," she told her, "but you're just a heartbeat away from real trouble. It would have to be you."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Plenty. I really don't like to go into details here. Why don't we go to my place?"
"I'm afraid your husband will be home," she said.
"Don't worry," Alice assured her. "You're not going to be put in any tight spot. No twist of fate is going to bring Howard home tonight. I happen to know he's out with a woman that he's been dating for quite some time. I have my spies."
"I guess you have to when you have a dream-boat like that, don't you?"
"Dreamboats are nice, but they're always getting into monkey business. It's fine when they're not married. But when they are, they better watch out."
"When they have a wife like you, Alice."
"Well, baby, your confession endeared you to my soul. If there's anything I believe in it's telling the truth. And I appreciate the fact that you have the courage to tell me the truth, the whole truth."
"Well, thank you," she said, "I appreciate that. But maybe I'll pass up the invitation tonight."
"No," Alice insisted, "I want you to come to my place. I want to talk to you about some things sexually that have been bothering me. You've confided in me plenty. And, I'm willing to confide in you. As a matter-of-fact, baby, I need someone to confide in."
"Oh, no," she said, "I just don't believe I could."
It was bothering her no end as she thought about it. Yet, she was ready.
"Are you ready?" Alice asked, as she got up and started to leave the restaurant.
"Yes," Joyce agreed.
Together the two women walked out of the restaurant.
"You want to follow me in your car?" Alice asked.
"All right," she agreed.
She felt she was traveling a dangerous path by going to her boss' home. All that would have to happen was for him to find out that she had revealed everything to his wife. She had no idea what he might do in his rage. There was no doubt in her mind that she was doing the right thing, however. Even if it meant her job. She wanted to make atones for playing around.
When she finally got to the suburban area where her boss lived, she was amazed. Apparently, the Stevens had done quite well. It was a beautiful home on the side of a hill. Ivy covered the lawn, and geraniums were in flower boxes in front of the house. Old fashioned Georgian pillars framed the front porch.
"What a lovely place," Joyce remarked as she got out of her car in the circular drive in front of the pillars.
"It's home," Alice shrugged.
She went into the house and a big dog bounded up to them.
"Well, who is that?" she smiled.
"That, dear, is Redford. Isn't he beautiful?"
"Why, yes," she said, "he is beautiful. What kind of dog is that?"
"Redford is a German shepherd."
"Oh, he's beautiful."
They talked a moment more and then Alice said, "I really have to have a drink. I usually don't drink this much but hearing all that you've told me tonight forces me to have another one."
"Go right ahead."
"You'll join me, of course."
"Oh, all right, Alice," Joyce agreed.
Together the two women started drinking. And for a moment Alice acted delighted. It was almost as if she had no feeling about what her husband was doing.
"I should think you'd be mad as hops thinking of what dear Howard is doing at this very moment."
"Howard is superficial and confused," she said, "it's just incomprehensible to me how he can act this way. I used to have so much sympathy for him. But, indeed, I shouldn't give him any sympathy. He doesn't deserve anything. He deserves a divorce."
"You can say that again," Joyce commented.
"However," she said, "I don't want to make it easy. I want to make it as rough and tough as I know how. And, baby, I'll reward you if you'll cooperate with me."
"Cooperate?" she asked.
"Yes, darling. Cooperate. I need you to go to court and stand up there and tell the truth about what a bastard he is."
"You really are angry, aren't you," she said.
"Yes, I am. And I have every right to be angry at the bastard."
"That you do dear."
The two women could agree on that. And then Alice revealed her secret.
"I would never tell hardly anybody this," she began, "but I'll tell you. Perhaps, I needed to tell somebody. Anyway, darling, here it is. You see that beautiful dog, Redford. Well, Redford and I are in love."
She called over for Redford.
"Redford, baby, come over here."
The great dog came over to where she was. She threw her dress up and her panties down, and Redford started sniffing.
"You see, baby, this is what I've had to do. Keep your eyes open and watch. This is all I've had. I would have to sleep at night and I couldn't get to sleep. And this beautiful dog meant so much to me. One night at a moment when I thought I was going out of my mind when I wanted love so badly, I felt his nice soft nose nuzzling next to me. And, my aching body just drifted over to him. And the poor darling went down and started licking. When I realized he wanted to eat my pussy, I helped him. I parted my lips like so."
To her shock, chagrin and horror, Joyce was watching now. She was watching a spectacle so depraved, so debauched and demented, that she could hardly believe her eyes. But, Alice was happy. Apparently, she was gaining great delight and satisfaction out of telling someone. Apparently, this had weighed heavy on her mind and she was using her girl friend as a psychological release.
Joyce was scarcely able to keep her eyes open. It just seemed like a terrible thing to her. The poor darling, she thought to herself. She looked so tired. So nervous.
"Now, what do you think of me?" Alice asked. "Do you hate me?"
Joyce shook her head. She realized that the girl had a self-destructive side to her. And she wanted to help her out of her predicament.
"Look, honey," she said, "this is some kind of kick you want. You're in no moral danger. Go ahead. Don't let him bother your conscience."
But it did bother her conscience. It did upset her mind.
"Watch the way he licks," Alice said writhing about on the sofa.
"He-likes it doesn't he?"
"Apparently, he does," Joyce nodded.
It was obvious that she was deriving great satisfaction from this type of pleasure and, Joyce couldn't help but appreciate her straight forward sexual admission. She wasn't beating about the bush. She was telling the truth.
"Go ahead and lick it," she told the big dog, Redford. "Lick it, darling, lick it."
The dog licked vigorously. And she was really excited.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "that's wild, keep licking. Faster, baby, faster."
The dog's hot tongue was licking away now and she was amazed because she was getting some stimulation from watching her. And instantly, Alice sensed this.
"This is pretty great, isn't it?" she smiled.
"Sorry," Joyce said firmly, "but this is not my thing. It's not my hang-up. To each his own."
"Listen to me," Alice insisted, "it means a helluva lot for you to listen to me. I don't want my mixed up husband to hear about it. But I want you to watch. Watch me. Either you give me your opinion that it's right or I'll feel like killing myself."
Joyce shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know what to say now. She laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?" Alice said angrily.
"Oh no, honey," she said, "it looks delicious. It really does."
Joyce winced at her lies and then she felt pain.
"And you can have him do it to you next, honey," she said quietly. "Redford is a fantastic dog. It's not perverted. It's all right."
"Yes, it's all right."
The innocent eager way that Alice said this made her see the dilemma that the girl was in. Apparently, the obsession to have sex had grown and flourished when her husband was out with other women and somehow Joyce felt as though she had been a part of her perversion. Something that had pulled her to the dog's tongue. However, as she watched the great dog's hot tongue licking her pink clitoris, she became eager for it too.
"Doesn't that tongue turn you on?" Alice grinned.
"It does look marvelous," Joyce agreed.
Then, when Alice suddenly juiced, the dog went to town. His hot tongue lashed away industriously, as he sucked all the juices out of her vagina.
"He-likes you a lot," she observed.
"I know he does," she said. "Isn't it wild!"
The two women looked at each other. And then, when Alice had finished with Redford, she said, "Now pull down your panties and let Redford lick your cunt."
"Oh, I couldn't do anything like that," she insisted. "I really couldn't."
"You never know until you try," she said eagerly. "And, baby, I assure you, you'll love it."
"All right," she agreed.
And then, suddenly, she felt Alice moving over to her tenderly putting her arm around her. And soon she was giving her a gorgeous wet lipped kiss. Their red, full women's lips quested hungrily. Their wet, trembling tongues mingled hotly in their eager mouths.
"Oh, baby," Alice said, "I didn't mean to, darling. But I had to."
Now she was eagerly caressing her face.
"And, baby, I want to go forward. I want you to have that beautiful tongue of Bedford's in your twat."
Her fingers were probing her down there in her hot narrow slit. She was feeling the fingers of her hot fleshy hole. Finally, she pulled her panties down and exposed her pussy. Then, as she got a sight of the moist pink cavern, she descended herself to it and started licking. Instead of giving the dog a chance at her twat, she was licking furiously. This surprised Joyce no end. She thought she might have been a dog fucker but she never knew she was lesbian.
Suddenly, the hot tongue stabbing away in her vagina box got her so hot, she was starting to trickle. As the hot juices went down her vagina, the girl licked them off.
"Oh, darling," Joyce panted excitedly, "you don't know how much I love this. Oh yes, baby, yes, keep loving me. That's what I dig."
It was a fantastic moment of pleasure in erotic delight for her. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, suck my pussy," she moaned eagerly, "suck me there. Oh yes, lick me there, lover, lick my cunt."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. The pleasure was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh, baby," she gasped eagerly, "that's beautiful. Keep doing it. Keep doing it, love."
Now, she was going out of her mind with delight.
"Suck it," she told her, "suck it baby, oh yes, suck it."
This was it. The beautiful pleasure that was tormenting her now was almost more than she could stand. Suddenly, she knew she was going to juice. And she reached down to hold the woman's head over her slot. This .was the biggest surprise of all. She had no idea that she would get so stimulated that she would hold her down there.
"Oh," she panted excitedly. "That's too much." The hot sensuous delight that she was experiencing now surpassed anything that she had ever had before in her life. She was going out of her mind.
"Oh," she panted, "I love it. I love it, baby: I love it."
Alice took this opportunity to lick her vagina and the dog stood by for seconds. When Alice took her tongue out of her twat, she noticed the dog and laughed.
"Redford is going to be boiling angry with me," she said. "He was hot for you baby. You don't mind if a dog laps up what's left, do you?"
"Oh no, baby," she smiled, "Let him go right ahead."
That was the opportunity that she had. Then soon the dog was doing his thing.
"Suck it," she told Redford, "suck it baby, suck my pussy. Oh, lap it up. Lap it up. That's beautiful, baby. Keep licking. That's what I dig. Lick my cunt. Lick it. Lick it."
Faster and faster the hot dog's tongue twirled around inside of her moist mound. To her surprise the quivering flesh was ready to juice again. She could not remember climaxing so quickly before. Apparently, this was her bag too.
"Suck that pussy," she told the dog. "Suck it, baby, suck it."
The dog industriously tongued her. And the hot action continued. She was getting so upset now that she could hardly stand it.
"Eat it," she told him, "eat it. Eat it, baby, eat it."
Now, the dog went to town and she juiced. As she gushed in her third climax, she marveled.
She ran her fingers through the dog's hair. The dog didn't quit licking until he had finished licking. Once she was drained, he moved away and then Alice held her arms around her.
"Oh, baby, you don't hate me, do you?" Alice asked eagerly.
"Hate you?" Joyce asked. "I love you dear. That bastard has made you what you are."
"What does that mean," Alice asked abruptly.
"Oh, it doesn't mean anything bad, darling," she assured her. "You're so beautiful. You're beautiful all over. You have a beautiful soul."
"Do I?" Alice asked.
"Oh, yes, baby, you really do."
Now the two women were looking at each other strangely.
"You know Redford is looking at you like he doesn't want to come back to me," Alice laughed.
"Redford will be loyal, darling."
"I don't know about that," Alice said looking off vaguely. "All males are a little bit faithless. The only thing that they are faithful to is their pecker."
"Isn't that the truth," Joyce had to agree with her.
"Honey," she said, "why don't you get a dog?"
"That wouldn't be a bad idea."
"You know they aren't real expensive. And, baby, they can bring you so much pleasure. As a matter-of-fact, I know a lot of women right here in New York who insist on sporting dogs instead of husbands."
"You've got to be kidding," Joyce laughed.
"Well, I can see that in many ways, dogs are better than husbands. Actually, I think you can trust them more. And if you keep them clean and tidy, there doesn't have to be anything revolting about them."
"Revolting?" Alice said. "Darling, there's nothing revolting about him. As a matter-of-fact, I'll tell you a secret."
"Well, what honey?"
"I've performed oral sex on Redford."
"You have," she asked.
"Yes, darling. And I just loved it. I loved having a chance to show him how beautiful sex can be. And you know, he loves having his cock sucked."
"I suppose he would," she agreed.
"Would you like to watch a demonstration?" Alice laughed.
"Would you give me one?" Joyce said.
"Of course, I would, baby."
She went down there and began stroking Red-ford's prick. The longer she stroked it, the harder it became. Soon, the prick was ready for action.
"Honey," she said eagerly, "I want to have you really do your thing. I want to watch" you suck it."
Now, Joyce was treated to the sight of watching Alice grab the dog's huge shaft and slip it into her mouth and start sucking.
This got her so excited that she walked over and began massaging the dog's big balls. The balls began swelling as she massaged them. It was indeed an erotic sight.
"Suck Redford's cock," she told her excitedly. "Suck his big joint. Yes, baby. Suck that big dick. Oh yes, that's beautiful."
Now, she was being treated to a strange sight. The dog's shaft was sliding down her throat.
"Keep sucking him," Joyce told Alice, "suck the dog's prick. Suck it. Oh yes, eat that. Eat that dog's prick. It's wild. Suck it. Yes, baby, suck. That's it. Keep doing it. Faster, baby, faster. Keep doing it."
Faster and faster her mouth traveled over the dog's dong. And indeed she did enjoy watching.
"Keep it up, baby," she told her excitedly. "Keep it going. That's it. Faster. Faster."
Now she was getting a lot of pleasure. And Alice was getting it rammed down her throat. In a second or two the dog's balls shot. Interestingly enough, Joyce had her hands on the big dog's testicles the moment they exploded. And she was amazed as she felt the juice shooting from the balls through the penis. She wished that she could have been on the receiving end of the juice. It would be indeed a delicacy. However, Alice was there before her and she watched Alice's mouth sucking and her cheeks pulling in as she devoured the dog's cock juice.
"Suck the juice out of that prick," she told her, "suck it. Suck it, baby."
It was really something else and they got a big charge out of it. Now, they were going to town. And, it appeared she was going to get a double header. The dog's dick continued thrusting and sure enough there was more juice in there. This disgusted Joyce. She thought it wasn't fair for Alice to take seconds and not give her any. She pushed Alice and nudging her, Alice caught on. Alice nodded but she didn't slip her mouth off the penis. A moment later, however, she did. That made Joyce so happy. It gave her a chance to slurp the dog's juice. Immediately, Alice put the girl, Joyce, on the dog's cock. She let her finish it.
"That's beautiful, baby," Alice said. "You catch on quickly. Now, honey, you get going. Do your thing on his prick. Yes, baby, suck it. Suck the dog's dick. That's it. Oh, Redford is just crazy about you. Watch the way he drives it into you. Oh, ah, it makes me feel like juicing. Finger my snatch while he's doing it to you."
Reaching over, Joyce found herself engaged in sex with a woman. She could hardly believe she was doing what she was doing. But she was doing it. Her fingers were flicking in and out of Alice's pussy. And Alice was going out of her mind with delight.
"Oh," Joyce panted, "this is fun. Oh, Alice, this is really fun. I enjoy this. Oh, baby, I can do it."
Suddenly, the idea seized her that she could go down there too. Why couldn't she lick a woman? The dog had done it to her. And her husband had done it to her. Why shouldn't she? This thought haunted her until she got down there and buried her face over her mound. Quickly, she let her hot tongue lash away. She went to town in fast rapid strokes. And she was enjoying it. Every second of it.
"Oh," she panted as she let her tongue lap. The quick darting movements of her tongue brought her there. And, she got her first taste of pussy juice. She lapped it up greedily, sucking it. And when Joyce had finished, Alice was getting the juice in the dog's dick.
Now, it was over.
"Oh, baby," she panted excitedly. "What a time we've had."
The two women looked at each other.
"There are so many things that we can do, darling. You must stay overnight. You must."
"I couldn't stay here," Joyce warned her, "if your husband ever came home there might be murder."
"You're so right, baby," she said, "I'll go over to your place."
"But where can you say you are?"
"I can leave a note and say I went to be with my sister. My sister will always cover for me."
"I hope she will tonight."
"Don't worry, darling. She will. I'll just pack a few things that we can use for our sex and we'll have a ball."
She meant what she said for moments later she was packing her dildos and various other devices that she was going to use obtaining sexual satisfaction. And then she called her sister and asked her.
"Florence, would you care if you covered for me?"
She smiled and then she thanked her. She hung up the phone and walked over and wrapped her arms around Joyce.
"I'm so happy that Florence will accommodate me. She is a darling. I'll have to have you meet her sometime."
"Is she like you?" Joyce asked.
"A little on my order," Alice giggled. "She used to do a bottomless number at a club. But they stopped bottomless performers a few weeks ago."
"That's too bad," she said.
"Well, Florence ought to be happy. She was getting her ass pinched so much she would have a real sore ass if she kept it up much longer."
"Well, I don't envy her," she said. "It would be awful to have all those lecherous, dirty old men looking at you with those lustful eyes."
"I know what you mean," she said, "those dirty old men are so disgusting. All they want to do is stick their nose in your cunt. I guess it's because they've had so much to drink they're impotent."
"I guess that's it," Joyce said shaking her head in despair and disgust.
The two girls left the house and they didn't take the dog with them. Redford felt left out but she couldn't help it. He was left to guard the house. They went in separate cars and Alice had a little difficulty following Joyce. Joyce was a rather erratic driver on the freeway. Once she almost lost her. She was so thankful that she didn't, however, when she turned off at her freeway turn off. She followed her directly to her apartment and parked on the street near her parking place. Then the two girls got together and went up to the apartment. Alice commented favorably on her attractive apartment.
"You've got a nice place here, kid," she smiled.
"It's not bad. Not as good as the pad you have."
"But, look what I've had to do to get it," Alice said. "Live with that good for nothing."