Chapter 6
Joyce stood in her living room, breathing deeply, trying to calm her nerves, more keyed up than she had ever been in her life.
"Damn you, Reta," she murmured.
She fixed a drink, gulped it, and fixed another.
"No, it isn't Reta's fault," she said. "I went there voluntarily, she didn't twist my arm. She dared me, but that isn't the same, and it isn't her fault that I rose to the challenge."
She caught sight of herself in the ornate antique mirror on the living room wall and laughed out loud.
"God, you're a fright! You're pretty well fucked, too, come to think of it." She drank half of her drink and looked at herself in the mirror again. "Then, why are you still so damn antsy?" She chuckled and finished her drink. "What is it they say, people who talk to themselves have got a screw loose? Well, I'm the only one here, so I'll just talk now and tighten the screw later."
She made another drink and wandered aimlessly around the house, undressing with one hand. "This house is too damn big for one person. I rattle around in her like a dry pea in a big pod."
Her whole body tingled, and when she touched her nipples, electric shocks ran through her, bringing a faint, hissing curse from her lips.
"How the hell can I undress without touching myself!" She took a deep breath and shivered. "No, I can't go back there," she said softly. "I'm not satisfied, but no matter how badly I want some more cock, I can't go back there. God, I don't even know anybody I can call and ask them to come riding to my rescue!"
She took a shower, and thought she was past the worst part when she could touch her pussy without flinching. She went back to the living room and fixed another drink. She couldn't remember when she'd last had more than one drink in an evening, but this wasn't an ordinary time.
She sat in her favorite, velvet-covered chair and the soft material gently caressed her sensitive skin. She felt juice gush into her hole and trembled. The lips of her cunt were puffy and ever so sensitive, and her tits were more sensitive than usual.
That was a heavy scene, watching those sisters eat each other out, letting Ken and Brian have their way with her, like she was some cheap trollop, then watching again as all those people got it on. How did they think of the wild things they did? She didn't even know some of them were possible. A brief sense of shame flitted through her mind, replaced immediately by the raging desire to ease the terrible agony in her cunt. She rubbed her thighs together and gasped out loud when her clit answered with jolts of electricity.
She leaned back, her hips began to thrust slowly, her tits swelled, her pink nipples peaked, pulling the areolae into wrinkled, pebbly surfaces, and the temptation to poke herself with Howie flooded her mind. She wanted to resist the obscene enticement, and cursed again when she realized that she had already lost the battle.
Vivid tremors ran along her legs and arms, and she sat up and looked at her pussy. The lips protruded and twitched, and her right hand automatically dropped between her thighs, her left hand cupped her tit and her thumb rolled her taut nipple. She slipped two fingers into the top of her hairy gash and captured her clit between them, arched her back, and her ass automatically began to hunch. She kept telling herself that she didn't want to do this, but she didn't listen.
"Oh, damn," she whispered, "my clit is so hard and tingly!"
Her love spike felt as thick as the end of her little finger and stood out at least half an inch. She'd never paid close attention to it, and didn't know it was so large. She rubbed the erect button lightly and lewd pangs of lust crawled up her legs and shot to the center of her cunt.
"Oh," she breathed out loud, "I can't stop! Got to rub it. no matter what. Oh, here it comes! Oh. God damn, it feels good!"
She lunged and bucked as the golden sensations spread from her cunt and washed over her. her body shaking, her pretty face contorted with lust, and her tits bobbing and swaying. She fell back in the chair, only party sated, feeling guilty. Not for getting herself off. she'd been doing that for years, but for going to that damn orgy, watching those people doing such wild things-and doing a few herself-and getting herself worked into such a frenzy.
She walked resolutely to her bedroom, got Howie and fell back on the bed. She turned the vibrator on high, stuck the end between the puffy lips of her pussy, and her ass began to hunch automatically. She shuddered and shoved the tool home, burying it completely in one jab.
"Got to cum again," she murmured. "I can't help myself, I've got to cum again."
The first sweet twinges of her orgasm quickly became turbulent internal spasms as her sheath vibrated around the plastic cock. She didn't need any poking or thrusting now, her cunt was doing it all. She rode along in her jerking, gasping sexual thrall for heavenly seconds, her leg muscles straining and her ass bouncing up and down on the bed.
Her nerves unloaded with quick intensity, and her release was so intense, she couldn't cry out. Just before her orgasm peaked over her, she had a vivid mental image of Estrella and Anna furiously eating each other out, and the seizures in her inner flesh were the best she had ever known.