Chapter 3
In his haste to get undressed, Howard fumbled and took more time than if he had slowed down. Finally, he was down to his jockey shorts and they seemed to cause him the most trouble of all, and got hung up on one big toe and his stiff prick.
If she had known him better, or if he hadn't looked so serious about the whole matter, Joyce would have laughed out loud. Afraid she would piss him off and he wouldn't fuck her, she swallowed her laughter, but her body shook with suppressed mirth as she watched him stumble and fall onto the edge of the bed before he got rid of his shorts.
He crawled onto the bed, stretched out by her, and went at her tits again.
"Sucking tit can be fun for both of us, baby," she murmured, "but there's a lot more for you to enjoy. Here, try this." She pulled one of his hands from her tits and put it between her legs, aching to feel his finger on her clit, inside her.
He snatched his hand away, reached over her hip and cupped one of her generous buttocks instead, and she rolled toward him and slid one leg between his legs. The top of her thigh pressed against his cock, and to her dismay, she discovered that it was limp. Liquor? Nerves? The damn thing had certainly been hard enough a few minutes earlier.
Have to do something about that. Can 'truck a limp cock.
She rolled away from his greedy mouth and pushed him onto his back, got on her knees by him and trailed little kisses and licks down his body to his flabby dick. His cock would never win any prize for size, but it was adequate for the job she had in mind, if she could get the damn thing hard again.
She pulled his balls up and wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his shaft, pursed her lips and gently blew her warm breath over the head of his cock, licked it delicately, then planted a light kiss on the tiny slit in the end. She gave the head a few tender sucks, licked the shaft all over, around and around, from tip to root and back to the tip, then gave the head a few tender sucks again.
She stretched out on her side with her feet toward his head and opened her legs and said softly, "Play with my pussy, baby. Get yourself really excited so your cock will get hard again.
You can't fuck me with a limp cock."
Rambunctiously, she sucked the knob into her mouth and went to work with lips and tongue, sucking and licking tenaciously. After a few minutes, when there was no discernible evidence that she was doing any good, she held his cock in her right hand and stroked it gently as she lifted her head and looked at him.
He lay against the stack of pillows, staring at her, his hands clasped on his chest. When she lifted her head, he sat up and reached for her tits.
"Damn, baby, you're wild about my tits, aren't you? Would you like to fuck them later? After you've fucked my pussy?" He looked confused. "You know, put your cock between my tits. Haven't you ever fucked a woman's tits?" His look of confusion turned to a frown. "Oh, well, never mind, I'd rather have your cock in my pussy anyway. Aren't you going to play with my pussy?" His frown changed to a scowl. "Watch, I'll show you what I mean. You can take over whenever you're ready. A woman likes a little foreplay, you know."
She put her left hand between her legs and fingered her slit, alternating between finger-fucking her juicy hole and diddling her clit. She took his cock back into her mouth and became so engrossed in sucking, she only teased herself instead of actively trying to cum.
Periodically, she cut her eyes up at him, and saw more embarrassment than stimulation. Okay, so she hadn't sucked a cock in a while, but she hadn't forgotten how, and she wasn't doing that bad! Her hot, spit-laden mouth alone should have elicited some reaction. After working on his cock steadily, earnestly, for almost fifteen minutes, she was about to give it up as a lost cause, then felt his cock slowly rise and thicken.
She continued to stimulate him until his cock reached its maximum stiffness, then held his prick firmly in her left hand, rose to her knees and straddled his loins. He snapped out of his stupor, his eyes wide in surprise. Or was it a look of revulsion? He grabbed her arm and toppled her onto her back. "Not that way," he growled, "that's not right!"
Well, Mr. Macho, you do it! Just be damn sure you get the job done!
He almost leaped between her legs and fumbled around, trying frantically to shove his cock into her liquefied, receptive sheath. She snatched his cock out of his hand and put the head in her lower mouth, then clutched his ass with both hands and pulled as hard as she could, forcing him to give her every inch of his hot meat. She lifted her hands, locked them behind his head and pulled him down and tried to kiss him, but he avoided her lips.
He thrust into her with frantic, disorderly movements, and instinctively, she twisted her hips and humped her ass, relieved to have his cock in her pussy at long last.
"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me," she murmured, "fuck me real good, baby, and make me cum hard!"
His harsh bleat of panic jarred her out of her pleasant reverie.
"Don't move, damn it," he growled. "Oh, God, oh, oh, oh!" He jerked hard two or three times, then lay still.
Oh, no, not so soon, damn it, not so fucking soon! After all this, I'm left hanging and things are worse now than they were before. He's got to get me off! He's got to! God, I've got to cum!
"Don't stop, baby," she cooed, "keep fucking me. I'm almost there. Keep going, baby, get me off!"
He jumped up and nearly ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and a moment later, she heard the water running.
Damn, one of those! Wouldn't play with my pussy, wouldn't kiss me after I sucked his cock. What a fucking disappointment!
He came back to bed and stretched out his back at her side, folded his arms under his head and sighed, "That was good!"
"Howard, I didn't cum. You aren't going to leave me hanging, are you?" She hoped her wouldn't, but expected the worst. "Lick my clit, baby, I need to cum so badly."
"Uh, well, uh, I, uh...."
Thinking perhaps he didn't like to give head, she said, "Well, then at least use your hand. I can do it, but it feels so much better when somebody does it for me."
"Uh, well, I don't...." he stammered.
Could any man really be so ignorant? "I'll show you how." She spread the lips of her pussy with the fingers of her left hand and put the forefinger of her right hand on her clit. "That's my clit, baby, right there. See, you just wiggle your finger on top of it, like this." She demonstrated, then took his hand, put it over her pussy, and pushed his middle finger against her clit.
"No, I don't want ... can't you wait a while? Why do you want that? Let me sleep, and then I'll do it to you again. You'll like the next time, too."
The word too screamed through her mind. Hell, she hadn't liked it once yet, so how could there be a too?
Why wouldn't he lick her clit or jack her off? Okay, maybe he didn't like to give head. She thought such an attitude was stupid and selfish, but she could accept it. At least he could jack her off. Didn't he know that women wanted, needed, orgasms as much as a man did? Damn, she told him outright several times, and even the village idiot should catch on.
I'm not dealing with the village idiot. He's worse. The way he jumped up and ran into the bathroom to wash his precious cock, he must be one of those who thinks a pussy is dirty. Too dirty even to use his hand on. Well, it wasn't too dirty to stick his cock in and get his jollies!
Her temper flared, lurked just beneath the surface, and she tried to beat it down, to clear her mind of anger and wait for him to rest. Maybe he would perform better the next time. Then he snored loudly, and she lost it.
In a pig's ass! The selfish son of a bitch doesn't care! God, what an inconsiderate fucking asshole!
She rolled out of bed and caught the toe of her shoe in his suit coat. She muttered, "Shit!" and kicked the coat across the room, then picked up his pants and threw them after the coat. "Just like a fucking wimp," she said, talking to herself more than to him. "Fuck a woman, leave her hanging, then pass out. God, you're just like Carl. No wonder you two were such good friends."
He was snoring loudly, dead to the world in a combination of alcoholic stupor and post-orgasmic sleep, and she turned around and looked at him with disgust. She went back to the bed and poked him, and he snored louder. i Smiling like a sly little imp, she dipped two fingers into her juicy, sticky pussy-the place he wouldn't touch with his mouth, or even his hand-and smeared the fruits of his passion over his lips.
Then she dressed and called a cab and went home.
She took a long, hot shower to wash away the smell of his body, then went to bed and used her Howie to give herself the orgasm he had denied her. She didn't cum as well as she would have on his cock or tongue, but it was better than letting the nagging need gnaw on her all night, and at least her Howie didn't poop out and leave her out in the cold.
Mentally, she crossed Howard off her list and went to sleep.
Sometime during the night, she woke and realized that she'd been dreaming of Danny. Well, that wasn't so unusual. He was her only son, and she hadn't seen him in nearly six months. She'd call in the next couple of days and be sure he was okay.