Chapter 16
Mary reached down and extended Joyce's long firm legs, grabbing hold of her thighs, then twisting sharply with her fingers as she pulled her legs apart.
"I'm going down on this hot slit," she exclaimed. "Just get ready. Ohhh, I'm so hungry for it. I want to eat you, Joyce, honey. I'm gonna slide my tongue inside of you until those juices pop free."
The two men watched with bright smiles. They loved the idea of having beautiful Joyce exposing herself to this gorgeous brunette.
"Has a woman ever gone down on you before, Joyce baby? I'll bet that you've had it that way," she said. "No, never," Joyce shook her head. "You never had sex with a woman?"
"No, never."
"Then I'm breaking new ground," Mary clapped gleefully. "So much the better. Just keep those beautiful legs spread. Ohhh, my pussy feels like juicing just looking at you."
Mary moved her sliding fingers smoothly up and down her lover's flowing thighs. As she held on crisply and tightly, she pushed her piercing red tongue forward, allowing it to slide its way inside of Joyce's mound. Her tongue moved at a slow pace for a few strokes, and eventually Mary decided to step up her pace, and as she drove her tongue quicker and ever-deeper inside of Joyce's already moist and sensitively aroused pussy. Joyce's hips wiggled in rapid response to the movements.
"Just look at Joyce turning on," Harold looked at Orlando and smiled.
"I knew it would happen that way," Orlando said. "Mary can excite anybody, man or woman."
"She sure does have Joyce excited."
"Yes, she does."
Her blazing tongue kept on probing, driving with skillful rapidity as Mary found every dewy, sensitive petal of her lover's wet vagina.
She kept on driving her swirling tongue back and forth, sliding it effectively as it manipulated deep inside of her hot, pulsating gash. All the while Joyce panted breathlessly, being pushed that much closer to the state of a stirring explosion.
While Mary kept on driving her tongue with hot exhilaration, shoving it inside of Joyce's fiery box, her fingers slid smoothly over her buttocks, then her warm thighs.
"Just get her off, Mary," Orlando shouted. "You're doing a great job of it. You're really tonguing her."
Her swift, decisive tongue kept on working with grace and skill as lovely Mary propelled her beautiful lover that much nearer to the state of climax. After a few more swift, rhythmic strokes, the juices started to spurt from her lover's blazing snatch.
Her hips glided smoothly and quickly as the juices shot. They kept on spilling, splashing with fervent desire as they burst from Joyce's snatch and into Mary's open, ready mouth.
"She's getting every drop of it," Harold said, pleased by what he was observing. "Mary, honey, you're some kind of woman. You really brought the juices out of her pussy."
When Mary withdrew her tongue from her lover's mound, she threw her body on top of Joyce's. She ended up with her head perched ever so suggestively between Joyce's still-quivering legs.
Joyce couldn't help but feel wild sensations as she observed her lover's crotch thrust in her face. There was a sweet scent to her box, and she immediately caught a whiff of perfume that Mary had employed apparently as a means of making herself loom that much more enticing. Joyce examined every curly black pubic hair, as well as the fiery and tempestuous mound that resided beneath her pubic bush.
"We're gonna do it sixty-nine style," Mary panted. "I can't seem to get enough of you. Okay, this is the way it's gonna work. I'll move my tongue against your pussy and you can do the same for me."
"I've never done anything like this before," Joyce said nervously.
"Just do what comes naturally," Mary told her calmly. "Just start driving your tongue into my box, honey. You can tongue my snatch hairs for a little bit, and then we can really get to work. You're gonna love it. I know that you are. And I'm certainly gonna love tonguing you again."
As Mary began to ever so delectably wiggle her well-proportioned ass cheeks, Joyce found that she couldn't resist the temptation of reaching out and grabbing hold of her trim, searing globes of ass flesh.
While her crinkling fingers grabbed hold of them sharply, holding on with tightness, her lover Mary pushed her head down between her naked splayed legs and once again began to drive her blazing tongue with surging zest as it made its way back and forth, sliding resiliently inside of her flaming pussy.
All the while the sharp, piercing strokes continued, Joyce shoved her blistering tongue forward. At first she was more than a little nervous. For one thing she was doing something completely new, an experience she had never undergone previously in her life. For another, she was afraid that she might not be able to duplicate the passionate heights and the talented sensations that her lover was able to wield with her sharp, incessantly probing tongue.
The fears soon vanished, however, as her raw, naked emotions completely seized control of the young but highly impressionable Joyce. Her body aquiver with passion, she drove her swift, red tongue with darting precision as she let it slide its way inside of her lover's hot box.
She kept tonguing her sensitive vagina, pushing ever deeper as she slid her warm mouth inside the pink, juicy cavern out of which an orgasm would very shortly spring.
Their tongues kept on resiliently working, driving back and forth at a swift, simultaneous pace. All the while the girls drove each other that much nearer to the state of a glorious culmination.
Mary was so excited by the mere presence of Joyce that she could not withstand too much of her lover's hot, zestful pussy stabs. As Joyce kept on driving her swirling tongue in a blazing sea of torrid passion, she wiggled her shapely buttocks and began to explode her hot liquids inside of Joyce's poised mouth.
Joyce gobbled up the torrid juices, then blasted forth a load of her own only a few moments later.
It all was happening so fast that Joyce remained in a daze. After Mary released her tongue from Joyce's mound, she jumped up quickly to her feet.
"That was certainly fun," Mary told her. "We're gonna have to do it again soon, lover."
Joyce said nothing. She merely nodded and gulped, watching as Mary picked up the towel that she had used to dry herself off, then walked ever so calmly back toward the house.
"Mary's a very good kid," Orlando exclaimed, "and she sure did get you warmed up for us."
"You mean, it isn't over?" Joyce asked.
"Of course it isn't," Harold replied. "Such a silly girl. You certainly don't think that we'd let you go this easy. We've got plenty in store for you, my dear, and just wait. You're really gonna have a time of it. We're gonna see to that."
Orlando immediately handed the machine gun over to Harold. He stood watching Joyce as she lay stretched out on the beach rug.
"Get up," Harold said. "Orlando has something really nice in store for you."
They walked together toward the pineapple trees which were situated adjacent to the house. Orlando pointed toward one of the trees.
"Just stand under that tree and push your back against the trunk."
Joyce couldn't help think the request strange, but, then again, she couldn't believe most of what had happened to her. Joyce was unaware of where she was or why. These men obviously had some kind of motivation, she felt, and certainly it extended beyond the realm of sex. But just what their game was confounded her as a mystery of great dimensions.
As she stood with her back pressed against the tree trunk, Orlando executed a shrill whistle.
A few moments later a smiling Don exited the house. He was holding a rope in his right hand. He walked briskly up to the tree, then stopped, continuing to hold onto the rope.
"I hope you're not gonna hang me," Joyce said, flinching with fear.
"Of course we're not," Don said. "We're just gonna have ourselves a little bit of fun."
Don moved behind the tree, then took some of the rope and bound her hands behind the tree trunk. The grip was tight enough to quickly cut off the circulation to her hands.
After Don finished tying Joyce's hands, he then reached down and grabbed at her ankles. He twirled the rope around her ankles, then tied it ever so firmly, allowing it to squeeze against her in the same manner that the rope had been pressed against her hands.
"Now she's all ready," Don laughed.
"Thank you," Orlando smiled.
Joyce watched with fearful curiosity as Orlando unzipped his trousers, then watched with pleasant delight as his huge, throbbing, ebony penis popped forward. He reached out and moved his strong fingers smoothly over the searing tip, after which he glided his body toward her.
"Your cunt is wide open," he laughed, "just perfect for me. Just perfect for my hard cock."
Joyce recognized fully well what was in store for her. The hard, incessantly hungry penis of Orlando was getting ready to devour her with its stiff, determined strokes.
He tensed his body, then thrust his stiff, determined organ forward. He wiggled his hips and smiled broadly as he confidently applied his driving rod deep inside of her. The harder that he pumped, the louder that his grunts became as he enjoyed every devastating stab that he sent forth into her.
Even though Joyce could barely move, there was something that appealed to her in the pleasure-pain stabs that she kept on receiving from this huge Negro, who slammed his flaming pole into the inner depths of her mound.
"Keep on fucking her, Orlando," Don cupped his hands over his mouth and exclaimed.