Chapter 8
Ingrid was 19 and every man in town was sure she'd be a passionate fuck. Unfortunately, she had another hot passion besides wanting her pussy looked after on a regular basis. She wanted to get married and she wasn't about to let any man fuck her who didn't want her to be his wife.
There were two men in her life. One was Steve, whom she knew she should marry. He was steady, reliable and faithful to her. He fucked her pussy and no one else's. He had a good income and would make a good and reliable husband. The trouble was that she wasn't all that crazy about him and he wasn't any great shakes as a lover. For one thing, his pecker shot off as soon as it was in her pussy. It was over before it began.
The other man, Joel, was the one she truly wanted. She dreamed about him every night. She thought about him constantly. She lusted for him like crazy. And the fact that she couldn't get him to fuck her made her want him all the more. She knew he wanted to bad enough, but for some reason he wouldn't do it.
"You're Steve's girl," he reminded her. "You shouldn't even consider cheating on him."
"I'll dump him in a minute if I can be your girl," she told him as she tried to climb all over him.
"No, Ingrid," he replied. "That wouldn't be right."
Ingrid knew that was bullshit. From what she'd learned from her women friends, who were in a position to know, since each one had taken her panties down for him whenever her husband wasn't around, Joel had no qualms about fucking other men's wives or girlfriends. The plain and simple fact was, he was afraid to have anything to do with her, because she wanted so badly to marry him. She talked about nothing else whenever she managed to be alone with him.
Her girlfriends, whom he'd fucked, told her she was silly to even consider being married to Joel.
Her friend Lisa said, "Sure he makes good money and would be a good provider. But he could never be faithful to you. He'd never pass up any pussy that came his way."
Another friend, Doris, chimed in. "He's fucked most of my girlfriends, even their mothers."
Lisa nodded in agreement and said, "That horny stud has no qualms about screwing a woman in her fifties if she's still horny."
Doris looked at Ingrid and said, "The reason that horny stud still lives at home is because he gets into bed with his mother every night."
"Oh, I can't believe that," Ingrid argued.
"Can't you?" Lisa said with a little laugh. "You ever wonder why that hot-cunted Nora Denner didn't re-marry after she divorced Joel's father six years ago? It was because she didn't need to. As soon as the old man was gone for good, she had her son in bed with her every night, keeping her soothed and satisfied."
"I can't believe a young man would do a thing like that with his own mother," Ingrid told them.
"Oh, really?" Lisa chuckled. "Then just ask yourself, if you were Joel's mother, would you send him back to his own room if he jumped into bed with you?"
"Well.. . "
Doris laughed. "Well, neither would Nora Denner.
"But if I was his mother-"
"You'd do the same thing she did," Lisa said. "You'd spread your legs wide and pull him down on top of you. Then you'd have a fabulous time together all night long, and no one would ever suspect a thing."
"Except Lisa and me," Doris told her. "We know what goes on between a young man and his mother when they have the house all to themselves."
"Really? How do you know?"
"When I was 18,I had to get up one night to go to the bathroom," Lisa told her. "I saw my 20-year-old brother sneak into Mom's bedroom. He stayed in there all night. My old man was out of town on business."
"I came home one afternoon and caught my brother fucking Mom on the couch in the living room," Doris said simply.
Ingrid sighed. "All right, so Joel is screwing his mother. That would end when he married me and we had a home of our own. I'd see to that."
Lisa looked at Doris and laughed. She turned to Ingrid and said, "He'd sneak over to see his mother every day.
"I'll give you another reason why Joel would make a lousy husband," Doris said to Ingrid. "He was born to be someone's secret lover. That's what he does best. Believe me, he's awfully good at it. Sure, he has a good job with a high salary and do you know why? Because his boss, Audrey Harmon, has his dick in her pussy every time they're alone together."
"Joel is doing that.. .with his boss?" Ingrid gasped.
"So there you have it," Doris went on. "His mother and his boss. Add to them a lot of other women he fucks whenever he wants, like Lisa's and mine, and what time would he have to spend with a wife?"
Ingrid listened to their advice and knew they were right. Joel would make a lousy husband. But she couldn't help it. She was wild about Joel. She wanted him for her husband.
That wasn't-likely to ever happen. Joel had all kinds of reasons for not wanting to mess around with her, but he didn't tell them to her. He didn't mention them to anyone. First and foremost, of course, was the fact she wanted him to marry her. If he fucked her, he told himself, he never would get rid of her. He couldn't get rid of her now and he hadn't even screwed her yet.
The reason for that was that he didn't need to. He had all the pussy he could handle. He was screwing Audrey, the executive who was his boss. And every night he got into bed with his mother. If that wasn't enough to keep any young man's pecker busy, he was doing just fine screwing the wives of his buddies. He was up to his ears in pussy and none of it was any trouble. Ingrid's pussy meant trouble and so he left it alone.
And, yet, somehow he knew the day would come when he would screw her, because Ingrid wasn't about to give up. One day, she phoned him and invited him to her house. Her parents were away and she didn't have a date with Steve. She caught Joel in a weak moment. He was feeling horny and he wondered what her pussy would be like. He thought about what a good-looking young woman she was and what a gorgeous body she had on her. What a nice full, round, succulent pair of boobs she had. What a divine ass. Before he knew it, he had given in. He told her he'd be right over.
When he arrived, Ingrid led him to the couch and, before she sat down beside him, she said, "Feel like watching a movie? There's one on cable."
"Sure," Joel replied agreeably.
Since it was cable, he knew that whatever movie it was, there would be a lot of sex in it. He'd see bare tits, bare ass and maybe even a glimpse of pussy hair. Whenever he spent an evening at home with his mother, they often watched a movie together. They seldom got to see the end of it, though. Halfway through it, his mother would urgently suggest they go upstairs and go to bed. Then there were times when she couldn't wait. Her panties came off and she hauled his prick out of his pants. Then they did it right there on the couch. Joel often thought they put on a better show than the couple they were watching on the tube.
One evening, as he lay with his mother's arms and legs wrapped about him, and his dick buried deep in her pussy, she said, "We'd be a sensation on TV."
He was hoping now that Ingrid would react the same way as his mother, and all the other women he had fucked.
The movie was already in progress. The couple entered the bedroom, kissing and groping. They fell onto the bed, fully clothed. The young man playfully pulled the sheet up over them and all that could be seen while they wrestled around was them kissing.
"What a bummer," Joel said scowling. "They're going to strip under the sheet."
"They're modest," Ingrid giggled.
"The two of them are supposed to be alone in the bedroom and they undress while covered by a sheet," Joel said. "That is ridiculous."
As the couple's wrestling match continued and the sheet was pulled down, it became evident that the couple was now undressed. Joel saw the woman's bare tits, which was encouraging. Then, as the couple gasped and grunted, wriggled around and seemed to be fucking up a storm, Joel got really disgusted. He could see under the sheet briefly and the woman had her panties on and the guy was wearing his briefs.
"The whole thing is phony," Joel said angrily.
"Poor job of editing," Ingrid agreed. "They should have cut out that part."
"Look at them, gasping and grunting, like they're really doing it," Joel muttered. "And his pecker hasn't left his undershorts and her pussy is protected by her panties. This has gotta be the phoniest movie I ever watched."
"That brief glimpse of underwear certainly killed the illusion," Ingrid said.
"The actress is probably the director's wife and he isn't about to have some actor dicking her," Joel reasoned. "I can't blame him for that, but if he values his wife's cunt so highly, he should get another actress and leave his wife at home."
Ingrid laughed. "Why? So someone like you can drop around and spend the day screwing her while hubby is busy making a movie?"
Joel had to laugh with her. Ingrid reached for the remote and turned off the set.
As they sat snuggled up together on the couch, hugging and kissing, Joel wasn't above fondling her boobs or feeling around between Ingrid's legs. He had her so hot she climaxed again and again, until the crotch of her panties was soaked with her cuntal secretions.
"The reason I came over here tonight, Ingrid," he told her, "was that I hoped to be able to straighten out your thinking about a few things."
"Yes, Joel.. . "
"If you're so dead set on getting married, then do it. Marry Steve. You've admitted he'll make the ideal husband."
"But I want you," Ingrid argued.
Joel smiled patiently. "I think we've found the problem. You have this idea that if you marry Steve, you can't have me. That doesn't need to be. Several women around here, who have husbands, still have me."
"You mean like Lisa and Doris?"
"You know about them?"
Ingrid nodded. "They told me. In spite of what women claim, that they'd never discuss anything so intimate with anyone, they tell each other things like that."
"You mean that when a woman gets laid, the next day she tells her girlfriend all about it?" Joel asked.
"Quite often, yes. Unless the guy who laid her was her friend's husband, fianc' or brother."
"Damn. And women complain that men brag about the pussy they're getting."
Ingrid laughed. "Women like to talk about cock, same as men get a charge out of talking about pussy."
"That so?"
"The size of your cock is a favorite subject among us girls," Ingrid said as she gently rubbed the big bulge in the front of Joel's pants.
"And you want it?"
"You better believe I want it, honey. I'm probably the only woman around here who hasn't had it."
Joel smiled modestly. "I wouldn't say that. There's at least a dozen women in my neighborhood whom I haven't made it with yet."
"How do you and the others manage to get together?"
"Whenever they want me, they pick up the phone and tell me the coast is clear, that hubby is bowling, playing poker with the boys, or is out of town, whatever. Get the idea?"
"Yes, it's is quite clear," Ingrid admitted.
"If you were married to me, you'd always be unhappy knowing I was fucking someone else," Joel went on. "If you were married to Steve, you'd know who I was fucking-you."
"You make it sound like I'd see more of you if I were married to Steve than to you," Ingrid said.
"You probably would," Joel agreed. "And think of how deliciously wicked you'd feel being fucked silly by a cock that isn't your husband's, without your husband or anyone else knowing a thing about it."
"Except Lisa and Doris," Ingrid replied. "They'd manage to know about it the next day. They must follow you around. I swear, they know about every woman who has ever spread her legs for you."
Joel smiled. There was no way they could know about all of them. Maybe a few of them, but they couldn't possibly know about all the women he'd had.
Ingrid began tugging at his zipper. "All right, you've convinced me. I want you any way I can get you. And I want you now!"
"No strings attached?"
"You mean, will I expect you to marry me after? No, I won't bug you about that anymore."
"Good," Joel exclaimed. "I'd hate to be in the position where I was the husband, worrying about Steve sneaking around and getting my wife's pussy."
"Why don't we end this silly conversation and get undressed?" Ingrid suggested.
Joel pushed his pants and undershorts down past his knees. His cock sprang up hard and ready. Ingrid stared at it happily.
"Good heavens!" she gasped. "You think I'd be willing to marry Steve now, after seeing what you've got?"
"What's the matter with it?"
"There's nothing the matter with it, honey," she assured him as her fingers entwined about it and she playfully stroked it. "It's absolutely gorgeous. So long and thick. It's everything Lisa and Doris said it was. And then some."
"Wait until it's between your legs and it goes into action," Joel said with a confident grin.
Ingrid leaned over and gave the head of it a loving kiss. Then she let go of it and began to take off her clothes. Joel followed her lead and yanked off his shirt. Then, in his haste to get his shoes and socks off, he got tangled up in his pants and undershorts that were down around his ankles. By the time he got his feet free of the garments, Ingrid was lying on the thickly carpeted floor, naked and with her legs spread apart.
"Come on, honey," she invited. "I've waited a long time for this."
Joel was pleased. When a woman reached this level of lust and erotic enthusiasm, he was assured of some wild, hot screwing. In this case, since Ingrid's parents were away, he'd spend the night with her and fuck her silly all night long. As he crawled between her legs, she grabbed hold of his dick and guided it to her pussy-hole. Ingrid was ready.
Inch by inch his throbbing cock went into her, stretching her cuntal passage, but Ingrid didn't protest. She was at last getting what her friends had already been enjoying and she was ecstatic. She wrapped her legs around her lover and he went in deeper. When he was in as far as Steve had ever reached and still had more to push in, she wriggled her ass to help penetration.
Almost before she realized it, she was swept into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She got off a second time and then a third before Joel let loose with his load of cream and sent it jetting up her twat.
After that, they went upstairs and got into bed. Ingrid didn't get much sleep, but she got an awful lot of cock-all night long.
Janet Conner was the only sports reporter on the staff of the local newspaper. This kept her in contact with most of the local athletes and sports personalities. That made her the envy of her women friends, who had assumed she was getting all the best macho cock around.
They were wrong. The problem was that none of those athletes thought of her as anything more than a reporter. It was possible, too, they were concerned that anything they did with her would end up in the next morning's paper.
One day while at the game, scouting around for someone to interview, she bumped into this young man whom she thought was gorgeous.
"Are you an athlete?" she asked after introducing herself and telling him she was a reporter.
"Not hardly," he chuckled. "I'm Joel Denner and the company I work for has a business interest in this stadium."
Noting that he was walking away from the offices, she said, "Your business finished?"
"Yes."
"And now you're going to watch the game?"
"No. I was planning on watching the cheerleaders."
He didn't elaborate on that. He could have told her that he knew five of them and that from time to time he fucked them, but he didn't. You had to be careful what you told a news reporter. This young lady might have thought that a stud who was screwing five cheerleaders was big news.
As he looked her over, he decided that she could have been a cheerleader herself. She was certainly built for it. Great pair of legs, sensational ass and a pair of boobs that looked like real bra-busters.
Right away, Joel wanted to get something going with her.
He didn't know at this point if she was single or married, but then, why would that make any difference?
"I'd like to interview you," she said. She could also have told him she wanted to take him to her apartment and haul him into bed with her. She had an itch between her legs that was bothering her and she just knew this handsome devil had something in his pants that could soothe and satisfy it.
"All right," he said. "Let's sit down over there," He indicated a nearby bench.
"You don't mind me keeping you from watching the cheerleaders?" she asked.
Grinning at her, he said, "I watch the cheerleaders when good-looking women don't come along to interview me."
She spent an hour asking him questions and taking notes. Joel answered them cheerfully while he thought of how much he wanted to get into her panties.
Finally, with the interview finished, he said, "What do you say we go somewhere for a drink?"
"Sure," Janet replied. "Can I go home first, to freshen up a bit?"
When Joel looked confused, she laughed and said, "I was planning on taking you home with me."
After they arrived at her place, Janet fixed him a drink, then went into her bedroom to prepare for her shower. When she was naked, she stood for a moment before the full-length mirror to assure herself that Joel would go out of his mind when he saw her in the nude. She decided she didn't need a shower and she didn't want to spend that time away from this gorgeous stud, whom she had lured to her apartment. She put on her thin, satiny robe and went out to join Joel for a drink.
As she sat beside him on the couch, her head was buzzing from the drink, her nipples were standing erect and her pussy was aching. More importantly, there was an awesome bulge in the front of Joel's pants. She knew she had gotten to him.
Joel, quick to know what she wanted, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Once she was snuggled up in his firm embrace, he kept her there. Actually, Janet gave no indication she wanted to leave. Now that she was this close to him, she wouldn't have drawn back for almost any reason. They read each other's messages loud and clear. She wanted him and he wanted her. They kissed again, their mouths open and their tongues entwined. While her tongue explored his mouth, his hands explored her body.
He parted her robe as easily as he opened his morning newspaper. His strong, gentle hands massaged her fleshy boobs.
He felt his way down to her nest of pussy hair. She was a natural blonde. The hair on her cunt was the same shade as the hair on her head. He'd learned early in life, when he had fucked the woman next door and several others in his neighborhood, that a blonde's furry muff could be any shade of red, brown or black. Sometimes, as in the case of the woman who lived on the next block and his Aunt Edna, even gray.
His finger found Janet's pussy-hole and Janet moaned with eager anticipation. His exploring fingers tickled and teased her clit until she bounced her ass up and down on the couch in the joy of her orgasm.
When she calmed down, it was her turn. She removed his shirt and undid his pants. More than willing to help her, he kicked off his shoes, yanked off his socks and pushed his pants and undershorts down past his knees. Janet had a hold of his tool before the garments had time to drop to his ankles so he could pull his feet free of them.
"Damn, I wish I could write about what an awesome prick you have," she chuckled. "Every woman in town would be interested."
"I suppose you'd want to take pictures?"
"A picture is worth a thousand words."
"The real thing is worth even more."
"I'll agree to that," she said, her fingers entwined about the sturdy shaft. "And I've got it."
"Satisfied?"
"No. because I don't have it where I want ityet."
"I'll miss you terribly while you're having your shower?" he told her.
"Shower?" she asked as she slipped off her robe. "I think I'm past that stage now, don't you think?"
Joel took the hint. He got up so she could stretch out on the couch, her legs widely spread. He positioned himself between her thighs. Janet took hold of his cock again and brought the head of it to her pussy-hole.
"Take it easy going in," she cautioned. "I've never had a prick in there as big as this. I'll bet the sight of this thing worries some women."
"Some. But you're not one of them, I see."
"My pussy wants it," she replied as Joel eased it in past her cunt lips.
"You're a brave girl," Joel chuckled.
"You'd better start fucking me real quick, before I change my mind."
"Other women have felt I was too big," Joel said, feeding her more cock. "But they got over it after we fucked. Some of them even let me fuck them up the ass."
"Really? And here I am fretting and worrying that you might stretch my cunt."
"Relax," Joel whispered.
With both hands she clutched his lean, firm buns and pulled him forward while she arched her back to bring her pussy closer and closer to his balls. His solid dick speared her moist twat until it was all the way in and his balls rested against her asshole. She held him there for a moment while she tried to catch her breath.
"like trying on a new pair of shoes," she gasped.
"Let this be a lesson to you," Joel said. "Marry a man with a smaller cock."
"I have a better idea," Janet replied. "You fuck me again and again until I get used to this monstrous thing."
"That may take years."
"I'm in no hurry."
"It sounds like a good idea. We'll do it."
He slowly pulled out, about halfway, then plunged back in again. He did that over and over while Janet wriggled her ass in harmony with his movements. Soon, they were pumping and fucking in near perfect rhythm. That went on until Janet was swept into her first orgasm. Her second one came shortly after that. As she sailed off into her third, Joel fired off his load and flooded her well-fucked cunt with his jism.
Several hours later they noticed it was dark. Janet laughed and said, "You might as well spend the night. Let me up and I'll lead you to the bedroom."
Joyce Nevins was soon to be married to Joel's good buddy, Howard. Her girlfriends threw a party for her, for girls only. The boyfriends and husbands were not invited. They were in fact, told to stay away. All except Joel. Nora and Sara, who arranged the party, prevailed upon him to be the entertainment.
Those two young ladies made all the arrangements, the invitations to ten other of Joyce's friends, the food, the booze, the works. The party was held at Nora's home while her husband was out of town. Nora kept telling Joyce to drink up, have another, and pretty soon the bride-to-be was feeling giddy. At that point, she was up for anything.
There was a cake, a huge one, so huge that it had to be an imitation cake. "Is this one of those cakes that a dancing girl pops out of?" Joyce asked.
"That's right," Nora said.
"Big deal," said Joyce, thinking that a half-naked girl popping out of a cake at a party for girls was rather odd, to say the least.
"But we've added a new twist," Nora explained as she removed the top of the cake and set it aside.
Joyce and the others gasped as Joel, naked except for a pair of briefs that barely concealed his cock and balls, climbed out of the cake and went into a very lewd dance. The girls were delighted, though some of them were a little shocked. They cheered Joel on, admiring a man who had the guts to do a thing like that.
"Very clever idea," Joyce said to Nora. "But why Joel, of all people?"
"What's wrong with Joel?" Nora asked. "He's a good friend of your fianc'."
"That's just it," Joyce replied. "Howard would freak out if he knew Joel was here. He's kinda jealous of Joel. He thinks I have the hots for him."
"And have you?"
"Well, who hasn't?" Joyce said defensively. "I'll bet every girl here would like to make it with him, those who aren't already. You probably wouldn't pass up a chance to jump into bed with him either."
"That's for sure," Nora admitted.
Joel was having the time of his life dancing, if you could call it that, sensually undulating his body, thrusting his pelvis out at each of the girls. Then he stood in front of Joyce, thrusting his big bulge out at her.
Nora turned off the tape player and the music stopped. She called for everyone's attention. "This party is in honor of Joyce," she said. "So she gets to dance with Joel first."
She turned the music back on and Joel took Joyce in his arms. They moved slowly and sensuously about the room while the other girls cheered them on. Being somewhat under the influence and feeling brave, not to mention horny, Joyce pressed her body up tight against her partner. Joel's hand moved down from the small of her back to feel all over her ass. The girls hooted and made playful comments.
"Do we get to dance with him too?" one girl asked.
"I'll dance with him if he'll feel me up like that," said another, with a little giggle.
"He can feel my buns and forget about dancing," a third one said.
Joel danced with each one, including Nora, and each girl rubbed her pubic mound against his solid bulge.
Nora stopped the music again.
"The party is getting lewd," she said. "And it's going to get hotter. Try not to get too carried away, though, because there's just one man here and we don't want to freak him out. Someone watch the door."
This was a horny man's fantasy come true. This was better than a threesome. He was a man with thirteen gorgeous creatures. If the party got really nasty, who could say where it might end? Maybe they would hold a contest to see how many of them he could fuck before he had to be carried out.
"Joyce, being the one honored today, is entitled to a very special privilege," Nora went on. "She gets to remove that silly brief Joel is wearing, so she and the rest of us can see what he's hiding in there."
Joyce got all flustered and embarrassed, or pretended to be, and told Nora she could never do such a thing, not in front of everybody. She wasn't fooling any of the girls though. Everyone knew she wanted to.
"If you don't, one of us will," a young woman said.
"We know, Joyce," said another, "you'd much rather do it when you and Joel are alone, but we're not going to go away."
"Yeah, get on with it," Sara urged. "Betty claims he has a big one and we want to see if she's right."
"A big one?" a young red-haired woman chimed in. "That thing is a monster."
"You've seen it?" another girl asked.
You mean you haven't?" the redhead replied.
"Now girls, don't go telling tales out of school," Nora said playfully. "We're all going to see it."
Actually, though Joyce was reluctant to admit it, even to herself, she was delighted at this opportunity to whisk away that skimpy piece of cloth and get a chance to see Joel's prick. Heaven knew she'd wanted to see it for long enough. Now was her chance and she wasn't about to pass it up. Boldly she dragged the brief garment down to Joel's knees. His pecker wasn't dangling or swinging about. Free of the confines of the brief, it sprang up and stood proudly erect. It looked immense. The girls oohed and aahed over it.
"Take hold of it, Joyce," Nora urged.
Joyce was past the point of being shy. Her fingers entwined about the long, thick shaft. Her eyes gleamed as she began to stroke it.
"Kiss it," Nora said.
"Nora! Shame on you," Joyce giggled.
"Then get out of the way and let me kiss it," Sara told her, moving in closer.
"After me!" Nora said.
"Come on, Joyce. Give it a kiss," Sara urged. "So the rest of us can have our turn."
Joyce leaned over and planted a loving kiss on the head of Joel's pecker.
"That was just a peck," Nora said. "Give it a real wild sloppy kiss."
"She means stop fooling around and suck his cock," Sara told her. "If you don't want to do it, then let me."
"Nothing doing," Nora said. "If Joyce doesn't want to, we'll draw for it."
"Why can't we all suck his cock?" the redhead asked.
"Are you kidding?" Sara replied. "All thirteen of us? We'd have to carry the poor guy home."
"Never mind," Joyce said. "I want to."
"That's the spirit," Nora told her. "Don't worry about us. We'll never tell."
"I sure as hell won't," said Sara. "Because soon as she's finished with him, I'm going to suck him off. And to hell with drawing for it."
Joyce kissed his cock again. This time while she was kissing it, she got onto her knees in front of it. Her mouth stayed on Joel's dick. While everyone watched, she ran her tongue up and down the length of it. Then, while she held onto his balls, she slipped her mouth over the head of his dick. As the girls crowded in closer to get a good look, she tried to cram as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could.
"Hey, will you look at that?" Betty exclaimed. "She knows how. And everyone thinks she's so innocent."
"What do you mean innocent?" Sara replied. "Howard has been screwing her all the time they've been engaged."
"Has she been sucking his cock?" the redhead asked.
"Did you suck cock when you were engaged?" Nora replied.
Another young woman let out a laugh. "She sucked cock more than any of us."
"How do you know?" the redhead demanded.
"You even sucked my brother's prick. He told me.
"Yeah? Well your brother told me he ate your pussy, too. And he still does."
"That's not true," said the young woman, blushing.
"It is true," the redhead insisted. "Everybody knows it. Everyone but your husband."
Joel was holding Joyce's head in both hands, his fingers tangled in her hair while she made him feel so good with his prick in her mouth, and he couldn't hold out. All eyes were on him as he let out a guttural cry and sent his load of cream gushing down Joyce's throat.
By then, the women were so into the spirit of things that half of them were naked. The other half were down to their bra and panties.
While Joel caught his breath, Nora and Sara helped Joyce to her feet. Nora smiled at Joel and said, "You're going to return the favor, aren't you?"
With a pleased grin on his face, Joel got to his feet, pulled up Joyce's dress and took down her panties. Joyce stepped out of them and Joel held up her dress again as she sat down on the couch and slid her bare ass out to the edge. Joel got onto his knees in front of her, spread her legs and the women squealed and shrieked excitedly when they saw him press his mouth onto Joyce's cunt. Joyce did some squealing and shrieking herself when Joel kissed her twat. Then, as he began licking and sucking on her secret treasure, she brought her legs up and draped them over his shoulders.
"Damn, the way he eats pussy, I can get off just from watching him," Betty gasped.
"My pussy is getting wet, too," the redhead said.
Moments later, Joyce cried out and wriggled her ass like mad. Her hands clutched at his head. Then she slumped back, gasping for breath.
"Fuck her, Joel," Betty said.
"Yes, do it," said the redhead. "We want to watch you screw her."
"Do it while you have the chance, Joel," Nora told him. "She's getting married day after tomorrow."
"He knows that," Sara chuckled. "He's going to be the best man."
"Show her you're the best man right now, Joel,"
Betty said, urging him on. "Give her a fucking she'll remember while she's on her honeymoon."
"You want her to think of Joel while she's getting laid by Howard on her honeymoon?" A young blonde woman asked. "I think that's awful."
"The hell it is," another woman said. "I thought of Joel all the time I was on my honeymoon. Joel screwed me right up to the night before my wedding."
"I'll bet your husband would love to hear that," said the blonde.
"Didn't he want to know why your pussy was stretched out of shape?" Nora asked.
Joyce didn't take offense at the girls inviting Joel to take her. What he did between her legs had whetted her appetite for sex. Lustful urges raced all though her. She obligingly stretched out on the couch, her dress up around her waist and her legs spread.
Joel didn't need to be coaxed. He saw an enticing pussy there before him and his prick went for it. As he climbed over her, Joyce didn't wait politely to be seduced. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy hole. The girls went wild when they saw his lean, firm buns begin a humping movement that soon buried his prick in warm wet cunt.
The girls were thrilled to see Joel in action. They hooted and giggled, and cheered him on.
"Go.. .go.. .go!"
Joyce showed them some more action when her orgasm swept over her. It looked like she was trying to wriggle out from under him, but Joel had a firm hold with both hands gripping the cheeks of her churning ass while he pounded his prick into her relentlessly. When he sent his load of cream jetting up her twat, Joyce wasn't the only one to climax. Several women had a hand on their pussy.
It was a wild party that went on for hours, but as it neared ll P.M., several of the women got ready to leave.
"Hate to rush off, but if I don't get home, my husband will come here looking or me," one of them said.
"Same here," said another as she got dressed.
Some of them offered to help Nora tidy up the place, but she wouldn't hear of it. "Tomorrow is the day the cleaning lady comes. I'll let her take care of it."
When the last woman was out the door, she turned to Joel, who was still naked, and said. "There's no need for you to get dressed and leave. My husband is out of town, remember?"
Grinning at her, Joel said, "Well, in that case. He removed her bra and took down her panties.
"You gave an outstanding performance tonight," she said. "I'm surprised you're still standing. What you need now is a good night's rest."
"Which is why I'd better put my clothes on and go home," Joel teased.
"That's not a good idea," Nora said. "You need your rest and one of those horny women who was here tonight might decide to go to your place and wait for you. It will be much better if you stay here tonight."
"Well, if it won't be too much trouble," Joel said, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass while she had a hold of his cock.
"Come along," she said. "I'll take you into my bedroom and tuck you into bed. Then I'll lie down with you and watch you rest."
Joel laughed.