Chapter 11
Every time that Joyce looked at Jeff during the course of the next day, she felt peppery between her legs. Her snatch felt restless every time she looked into his intense eyes.
Joyce recognized that she was very much in the throes of a dilemma. It didn't really bother her. That was the most disturbing thought of all. The fact that she was not only going along with this new emerging side of her, she was welcoming it.
She saw a beauty and simplicity in her wild activities with Jeff that hadn't been present in her relations with Eddie. She liked his youthful flair for excitement, and the evening before had been the crowning hallmark of her sexual life.
She had thought she would have been despondent over losing Eddie, but with somebody like Jeff around pumping his meat into her, she found out how very little she needed him.
Jeff walked over to her after the last class came to a close.
"How about us getting together tonight, Joyce?" he asked.
Joyce looked down at his crotch, observing his hard bulging cock. She felt like going down on him that very second. She wanted to suck his big prick, but knew that she couldn't in the classroom. She felt a little ashamed for even thinking such thoughts under those circumstances, but realized that there was no way that she could separate her sexual thoughts from any other orbit of existence. They were too intrinsic, too basic, too much a part of her.
As she kept looking down at his crotch, her legs began to tingle and focused down in her cunt was a very noticeable itch.
"We'd better not get together tonight," she replied apologetically.
"Why the hell shouldn't we? Look at the hard-on I've got. You mean to say I've got to fuck somebody else?"
"We're going to have to cool it a little, baby."
"You mean to tell me that after my peter put on an exhibition last night, you're not going to let me come back for more?"
"We'll just have to cool it for a while," she repeated. "I'm scared that if I get much more involved with you, I won't be able to let you go. I can envision myself absolutely flipping out and sucking your cock right here in the classroom."
"What the hell would be wrong with that?"
"Oh, nothing. Except for the fact that I'd be thrown out of school immediately, and probably confined in an institution on top of that."
"You think too extremely."
"Listen. I can't take any chances like that I'm just going to have to play it a little cooler. Please bear with me."
"It won't be easy. I want to fuck you too much."
Joyce felt a deep sense of personal regret as she watched her lover walk away. She wanted badly to fuck with him again, but recognized that it could become very habit-forming. She was afraid of letting herself go too much, of falling head over heels in love with the student in the high school where she taught.
The evening went slowly, and several times she felt like taking off her clothes and going into the bedroom to diddle. She'd run those fingers over her twat until the juices spurted. All the while she would think about Jeff. It burned her up that she couldn't carry on an affair with him in the open, but that was the way things were. If she wanted to keep her job at school, and she definitely did so, then she'd have to play it cool.
Just as she was watching the end of a boring movie, she heard a series of incessant knocks at the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's Eddie. Let me in, honey. I've got to talk to you."
Joyce heaved a frustrated sigh, then opened the door, letting Eddie in.
"I've got to fuck you," he exclaimed. "I didn't realize just how much I needed you until I got a hard-on. I got this erection just thinking about you, baby. My cock does the speaking for me. We've got to get back together."
"Screw you," Joyce replied.
"Screwing is what it's all about," he grinned.
"You know what I mean. I don't mean literally, I mean figuratively."
"You're not showing me the door already, are you? You just let me in."
"I let you in long enough to tell you I don't dig you anymore. I haven't missed you one bit, Eddie. As hard as it might be for your ego to have to take."
"You're going to miss me in time. You got used to my cock sticking into that slit of yours. You know damned well you want me to fuck you. Let's go into the bedroom and fuck right now. I've got this hard-on that just won't go away. You're the only one that will give me the right kind of satisfaction."
"What about your swingers' club?" she grinned, enjoying the fact that she was taunting him.
"Let's not talk about that. Those chicks are good fuckers. Some of them give great head jobs, but when it comes to the showdown I'm with you, honey. Now let's fuck it off."
"You can fuck on out of here," she pointed toward the door. "I mean it, Eddie. What went two nights ago goes even more strongly now."
"God, but you can be a mean little bitch whore," he erupted.
She reached out and slapped his face.
"Stop calling me that," she erupted. "You get your no-good ass out of my house before I call the cops. I'll have you thrown into the pokey for bursting in here and acting this way."
"Oh shit, you're a real cunt," Eddie said, turning on his heels and bursting toward the door.
"You go to hell, you no-good sonofabitch," she quickly replied.
Joyce burst into laughter as Eddie slammed the door hard behind him. She had proven to him just how little he meant to her.
As she walked back toward the television set, her mind was at peace, except for one things-he kept thinking about Jeff. As one problem resolved itself, that of pain-in-the-ass Eddie, another loomed. She wanted Jeff too much. She found herself reaching underneath her canary yellow robe several times and feeling inside her mound.
As she touched her red vaginal walls, she could detect some beads of moisture. Just thinking about Jeff had induced them.
The movie came to a close, after which she switched the set to another channel where she began viewing a comedy show.
She found out quickly how little in the mood she was for laughter, and when she heard a knock on the door, she turned off the set and jumped to her feet.
This time she would call the cops on the sonofabitch, she thought as she moved toward the door. She hated everything Eddie stood for. She thought about how many times he'd told her how much she needed him. She didn't need that maniac at all. Jeff's cock was a lot sturdier than his, and probably a little longer as well.
"Who is it?" she decided to ask before letting loose with a stream of curses.
"It's Jeff," she heard her lover's warm voice.
She flung the door open immediately.
"What are you doing here, Jeff?" she asked. "I told you we'd have to play it a little cooler."
"You tell that to my cock," he said, pointing down toward his crotch.
As she looked beyond Jeff, she recognized a familiar face standing behind him. It was his broad-shouldered, blonde friend Harry Grimes, the football captain and all-around ladies' man.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" Joyce asked in dumbfounded amazement.
"Jeff said that this is where the action is," Harry grinned. "Seeing as how I'm a man of action, I decided to bring my cock on over here."
"Step inside, please," Joyce said, frowning as she looked at Jeff.
The two young men stretched out on the sofa, and as her eyes focused on their long peters dangling inside their trousers, she felt like throwing herself down on the rug and sucking their cocks.
But she knew she couldn't yield to those impulses at this particular point in time. She was much too frustrated over Harry being in her apartment in the first place.
"Jeff, you're an absolute bastard," she said.
"Why turn on me, Joyce? I love you."
"Sure. So much so that you fink out already and told about us."
"I did no such thing," Jeff said.
"Harry knows," Joyce pointed toward Harry.
"We're buddies from way back, " Harry laughed. "We share secrets with each other that we wouldn't share with anybody else. Not only that, but we take turns balling the same chick. When Jeff told me how good you were, and what a great head job you gave him last night, I figured I ought to mosey on over with him tonight and sample the action. He said that you didn't want to entertain him tonight, so I figured we could spice things up a little by me coming along. That would give you a little more incentive, baby."
"You certainly have a high opinion of yourself, don't you?"
"I've got an even higher opinion of my cock."
To her amazement, Harry unzipped his trousers with one swift movement, taking out his long hard dick and pressing his fingers against it.
"How do you like the looks of this?" Harry looked at her and smiled. "I can tell from the way your eyes are taking all of this in that you really like it. Sure you like this prick. You can eat it, you can get fucked by it. Hey, I understand you like it up the ass too. Isn't that a riot?"
"I guess you told him everything, didn't you?" Joyce told her lover.
"It doesn't mean a damned fucking thing," Jeff laughed. "As Harry said, we screw the same broads. You should have seen what we did the other day. We took this little cheerleader up to Harry's room and really lowered the boom on her."
"I guess we did," Harry chuckled. "While I was throat fucking her, old Jeff here was plugging her ass-hole with his dick. That's what you call plugging both ends."
"You'd better believe it," Jeff said. "This damned little chick was a damned good little piece of ass, any way you slice it, whether you're talking about her ass-hole or her mouth."
"So you two compared notes about me too," Joyce said, bristling with anger. "I hope that wasn't boring to you, Harry."
"Hell no. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to know the truth, I jacked off just listening to him talk about it."
"That's why we have so much in common," Jeff chuckled. "We're both so damned oversexed. I started talking about ramming my peter into your ass-hole, and old Harry took out that meat of his and started rubbing on it with his fingers. Pretty soon the hot white jissum was shooting all over the place."
"Miraculous! He's a big boy now!" Joyce shook her head. "He can spurt his juices."
"I'd like to spurt them right down your throat, teacher honey," Harry laughed, continuing to pump up and down on his lengthy prick. "Gals say that I've got a fantastic cock, and I'm certainly not going to dispute them. I've sure juiced into enough female mouths in the last few years."
"I'll bet you're like one of those Wild West heroes," Joyce said, "you probably keep notches on your belt. Every time your gun goes off in a different girl's mouth or pussy, or whatever."
"Like ass-hole," Harry laughed. "Don't leave that out. I'm like old Jeff here. I like the game of sodomy. I like buggering nice hot female ass-holes. That's what got me so hot that I juiced."
"You two are fascinating," Joyce said. "It's too bad you don't apply yourselves in the classroom to the same extent you apply yourselves when it comes to fucking."
"About the time they make classroom activities as interesting as fucking, then maybe I'll pay more attention," Harry said, "but until they do, I'm going to concentrate on cunt and football."
"You're what I call a real idealist," Joyce said.
"A fucking idealist," Jeff laughed, causing Harry to burst into laughter as well.
Even though Joyce was attempting to act disgusted, she couldn't help but be attracted to Harry. Every time that his fingers pumped up and down on his huge rod, she felt that much closer to him. She wanted his prick, she wanted to savor it. She wanted to suck it, or have it stuck into her. She figured that Harry was the type of guy who had a repeater prick, one that juiced many times.
"I think I'll go into the bathroom and draw some water for you," Jeff said, getting up from the sofa.
"That's a great idea," Harry called out. "Let her take a bath and we'll soap her down."
"What are you crazy nuts talking about?" Joyce asked, jumping up from her chair and running into the bathroom behind Jeff.
"We'll rinse your body off," Jeff said. "It's a great way of having kicks. You stand there and we soap you down. It's great, especially when you've got a nice soap bar rubbing against your tits."
"Considering what gorgeous tits we're working on," Harry called out from the other room, "it will be a real blast."
"Just wait until you sink your tongue into her nipples," Jeff said. "You're really going to love it, old buddy."
"I'll bet. But I'm more interested right now in getting my cock off. The damned thing is harder than ever now that I'm looking at our sexy little school teacher here."
As Jeff began to draw the warm water into the tub, Harry walked into the bathroom.
While the water continued running, Harry quickly climbed out of his shirt and trousers.
"You don't even need an invitation, do you ? " Joyce asked.
"No, I don't really need one. Besides, I know you're hot for me."
"What makes you say that?" ? "The look in your eyes. You wanted Jeff's prick, and he's got a good one. You'll love mine."
As Harry slipped out of his shorts, he once again began pumping up and down on his huge rod, which was surging with anticipation.
Joyce could feel the final bit of. resistance melting within her. Just how could she continue to balk at the enticing prospect of a red hot cock?
"I want you to blow me while you're taking a bath," Harry chuckled.
"You've got to" be crazy," Joyce said.
"He's serious," Jeff told her. "We've done it already. It's a real blast."
"I guess it's a good way to get a lot of water in your mouth," Joyce burst into laughter.
"Don't worry about that, just worry about the juices in my prick," Harry winked.
As Jeff continued to regulate the water, making certain that it was warm without being hot, Harry walked over and undid the sash which held lovely Joyce's robe together.
"I've got to get this thing off," he laughed. "I want you naked as a jay bird, sweetheart, so I can fuck you."
He slipped off the robe, tossing it into a corner of the room. He stared at her red panties.
"That really looks good," he laughed. "Talk about getting a guy horny. I've got to pull those colored panties off, and the colored bra off, so I can get my rocks off."
His huge fingers went to work on her bra, quickly dismembering it and tossing it to the floor.
"Hang on, honey, because the panties come off next."
She watched as he dropped down to his knees and slipped the panties down her legs.
"Step out of them," Harry said hotly. "I want you without a strip of clothing, baby."
As Joyce stepped out of the panties, Harry looked up at her shaved twat.
"So this is the cute little shaved nest that I heard so much about." Harry laughed. "I think I'll play with it till that bath water is ready."
As Harry's hot fingers began to work around Joyce's nest, she realized that her pleasure was going to double as a result of Harry's presence.
Perhaps she was knee-deep in trouble, but it was the kind of trouble she could easily live with, that which came in the form of two bulging pricks.