Chapter 13
David returned two days later. Joy had just stepped from the tub when the doorbell rang. She put on a robe and hurried to answer it.
"Oh, David, you're back! I thought you were going to stay away forever!"
"And not be able to see you? No way!"
Joy snuggled into his arms, happy as a lark.
"Oh, David, I've missed you. Why do you have to go away and stay so long?"
"Part of the job, baby. Damn, I want you. I've got an ache like you wouldn't believe."
"Are you trying to tell me you haven't had any pussy while you've been gone?"
Instead of answering, he pulled at her robe.
"Answer me, dammit!" She backed away from him. "I want to know!"
"What difference does it make? I want you, and that's what counts." He moved toward her, intent on getting between her lovely thighs.
"No! Don't touch me! I want an answer!"
"Well, if you really want to know, I'll tell you." He paused for dramatic effect. She didn't say anything. "No, I didn't fuck anybody while I was gone."
"Liar!" she hissed. "You can't go two days without fucking, let alone a whole month! Who do you think you're trying to fool?" Her voice said she was angry. Her actions said differently. She pushed her robe off and let it fall in a puddle around her feet. "Look at you! Ogling me like a lecherous old man! How do you expect me to believe you when you look at me like you could eat me up?"
"That's exactly what I want to do."
"I told you no! You can't touch me until you tell me the truth. I want to know every detail!"
She put her hand between her thighs as she backed away from him. She knew where she was. The last thing she wanted to do was get backed into a comer where he could catch her. She was enjoying herself. She was making him squirm and she was going to hear all the details of his sexual escapades while he was away.
"Why are you doing this?" He wondered if a look-a-like had taken her place while he was gone.
"I told you why. You're lying when you say you haven't fucked anyone while you were away. Now I want to hear you tell the truth. I want to hear your confession."
"My confession! You're not a priest! I haven't done anything wrong, in any case."
He made no effort to hide his anger. This had gone too far to suit him.
"Suit yourself. No truth, no fucking. You know you want to. Look!" She ran her finger through the thick bush of blonde hair, between the pouting lips of her pussy. Then she opened the gash so he could see the pink flesh inside. "Don't you want to put your cock in there? Or your tongue? You used to like fucking me. Have you found someone else?"
"Dammit, Joy, you know I haven't found someone else! I don't understand this game you're playing.
Joy smiled. "Aha! You've finally caught on! It can be a fun game if you'll just play with me."
"You're not angry? Not trying to trap me?"
"Of course not! I truly want you to tell me about all the women you've fucked while you were away. It excites me. I want to be excited; get all worked up before you fuck me."
His mind was so pre-occupied that it didn't dawn on him to ask if she, too, had been fucking someone else during his absence. He shrugged his shoulders and started talking.
As he told Joy about the women he had fucked since he had last seen her, she did something that set his mind on fire. She parted her legs and brazenly played with her pussy. He was so enthralled that, when he ran out of true stories to tell her, he made up a couple. Then he started telling her what he wanted to do to her.
With her legs spread wide, he could see the thick, heavy lips of her lovely cunt peeking through the tangle of blonde curls. She ran a finger between her cuntlips and played with the long hair, pulling some of the strands out, then combing the bush with her fingers. She smiled and ran the tip of her tongue over her full, sensuous lips.
"You want me depraved, don't you? Want me to agree to all sorts of wild, erotic things? Isn't that what you want?" she teased, running her finger up and down her slick slit.
His eyes widened as the beautiful sex goddess played in her pussy. She stared directly into his eyes and slipped a second finger into her gash, opening her legs wider. Then she tipped her mound up, pushing her pudendum forward, exposing herself to his full view.
"It's just terrible," she whispered. "The way you make me act. Making me keep my pussy hair so long I can't even wear a bikini without looking like I need a haircut between my legs. Are there hairdressers for pussies?" Her fingers kept stroking as she stared at him. "Just look at what I have to do for you! I'm so depraved! Next you'll be asking me to fuck with you and another woman, or even a young redheaded girl. Of course I'll have to. You won't let me say no. After that, you'll want me to take on you and another man. God knows what will happen after that. Probably some wild orgy, with lots of people fucking each other all over the house. That's what you really want, isn't it? There's no way I can say no. You won't let me. I'll just have to do all those depraved things, no matter what you ask for. I think it's just terrible."
Her fingers parted her lower lips and slipped inside her hole. He could hear the squishy sounds they made as they thrust in and out of her totally wet and ready love tunnel.
"God, I want you! Come here!" he cried out.
"No way, lover! If you want me, you have to catch me!" she teased.
He chased her through the living room and dining room, then back to the living room. They were both laughing so much they could hardly run. Joy's big tits were bouncing and jittering and shaking all over her chest.
She tried to use the coffee table as a shield, but he jumped over it and caught her. He pulled her to the floor and started running his hands all over her exquisite body.
Joy stopped putting on an act and let him have his way with her. He used one hand to rub her belly and the other one covered a big tit, kneading it gently. Then his mouth was on her stomach, planting hot, wet kisses and licks. His hot lips worked back up and closed over a stiff, aching nipple.
"Ummmmm," he murmured. "I like kissing your tits." He flicked the tip of his tongue around the nipple, then sucked it firmly.
"I like for you to kiss them, lover."
"You don't need a bra, you know. Your tits stand up all by themselves. Why don't you stop wearing one?"
"They bounce up and down when I walk. Men stare at me."
"So? Let 'em stare!"
"You do want me to be depraved and wanton, don't you?"
He tickled her clit and nipped at a tit bud. "I want you to be you."
Joy's reply was a low grunt. She was distracted by what his hands and mouth were doing. She wondered if it was possible to become addicted to sex. She moaned as his fingers went through her thick blonde fur and played with her pussylips. She pulled his mouth to hers.
He kissed her ravenously and dipped two fingers into her honey hole. His tongue darted and swabbed deep into her mouth in rhythm with his finger-fucking. She caught his tongue and sucked it greedily.
Then Joy tore her mouth away and moaned, "Fuck me, darling. Don't make me wait for your cock any longer. Put your cock in me and pound away!"
He moved quickly between her open thighs. His cock was hard as steel, throbbing urgently, standing straight out from his groin. He moved his hands up the insides of her shapely legs, caressing the smooth flesh.
The pink entrance of her cuntal opening gaped at him, two folds of succulent flesh, the inner depths inviting his cock. He aimed the head of his dick at the wet slit and eased just the knob inside, forcing the lips apart. He watched the ripples of jubilation spread over her lovely face as he slowly fed his cock into her greedy cunt.
Joy smiled dreamily and started levering her ass, sliding her cunt up and down his stiff rod.
As his wand disappeared into her magic kingdom, she muttered, "Joy to the world, darling."
And boy-did she ever mean it!