"Ohh, God!" she sighed, her body trembling. "Ohhhh, it was so good!"
She pushed Joyce over onto her back and got on top of her, dipping her head into Joyce's crotch. Joyce had no idea her pussy could still be so sensitive after all the fucking it had taken. But the first touch of Carla's tongue against her cuntlips sent sharp spasms of sexual pleasure through her. Her thighs twitched with excitement as she tried to relax and let Carla eat her.
This time they were in full sixty-nine position, with Carla's thighs straddling Joyce's head. Slowly she pulled the wet shiny seam of the girl's splayed groin don to her mouth, letting Carla know with her hands that she wanted to eat her at the same time.
Their warm bodies undulated together. They ate each other slowly, tenderly, building the tension. Carla had never come completely down from the plateau of her first climax. From time to time her body would shudder as a tiny fresh orgasm spurted through her.
But it was Joyce for whom the bliss was nearly unbearable. No man had ever eaten her pussy like Carla did. They always seemed to be in such a hurry. But Carla licked every inch of the wet fleshy flower. The tip of her tongue found the mats of tiny nerves hidden in the folds of Joyce's cuntlips.
"Aahhnnnn!" Joyce moaned, running her feverish hands up and down Carla's naked back.
After a while she couldn't keep eating Carla. The pleasure burbling in her own flowing cunt was too intense. She tossed her head and arched her back, feeling her nipples mash into Carla's soft flat belly.
"Oh God, baby, it's so good!" she gasped.
Carla licked her pulsing clit softly, until Joyce was clenching her teeth, nearly gagging with bliss and need. Her blood was on fire. Her body twisted and writhed helplessly, yearning for the hot spasms of coming.
When Carla knew that Joyce was about ready to come, she moved down Joyce's trembling body.
"Honey, let's do it this way!" she panted.
Quickly she placed one of Joyce's legs inside both of hers. Then she slowly slid her body back toward Joyce. At the instant their two wet cunts kissed Joyce nearly fainted from pleasure.
"Oh!" she moaned.
"Uh!" Carla too gasped with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, baby, fuck!"
Scissoring each other with their legs, they pushed their wet cunts together, pumping and straining. They pushed their arms into the mattress for leverage and pumped with their groins. Joyce nearly went out of her mind. The sensation of Carla's pussylips mashing and grinding into her own drove her almost insane with lust.
Twisting and moaning, gagging with hot desire, they moved their dripping cunts together until the erect buds of their clits met. Then, knowing what was about to happen, they clenched their thighs and bucked their cunts wildly together.
"Ohhnn!" Joyce shouted as the spasms began to rip through her. "Ohhnnn! Uunnneeeeee! Oh God! Fuck meeeee! Uunnneeeee!"
Only seconds afterward, Carla erupted with coming too. Squeezing Joyce with her legs and pumping crazily, she screamed with pleasure.
"Annggh! Ohhnnnnn! Aangghh ieeeeee!" she wailed, wriggling and panting.
The hot jolts of a wrenching climax melted their flooding cunts together. Shuddering and moaning, Joyce felt the coming pulse and pulse through her spasming body. She grabbed one of Carla's flexing legs and rubbed her throbbing tits into it.
"Uuhhnnnnn!" she gasped as a fresh flame of pleasure stabbed her pussy.
Afterward they were too exhausted and astonished to speak for long minutes. Instead, they disentangled themselves and curled together, pulling the sheet up over them. They kissed warmly, and finally slept.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Mike finally got back in ton, the first thing he did was drop by Joyce's apartment. It wasn't that he felt particularly horny. Ron, the girl at the training center, queen of sucking cocks, had taken care of that. Even the thought of that girl's skillful wet lips working on his cock made it throb and stiffen.
The night before he had left, they had fucked so much he thought his cock might fall off. From sunset to sunrise be cam six times. He still couldn't believe it. Each time he thought he was finished for good, Rona sucked him up again. She knew things that high-paced hookers hadn't discovered.
But all the way home on the plane he kept thinking about Joyce. He couldn't help remember how pathetic she had sounded on the phone.
Masturbating, begging him to say how he would fuck her if he were there.
And meanwhile, Rona driving him up the wall with hex incredible mouth. To tell the truth, he even felt a little guilty. Not for screwing Rona. But poor Joyce hadn't been balled in about three weeks. He owed it to her, no matter how exhausted his poor overworked prick felt.
And so he was surprised, when he rang her doorbell, to have her answer the door but keep the chain-lock on. On top of that, he could clearly see through the crack in the door that she was stark naked.
"Hi," she said meekly.
"HI," Mike said. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Well, aren't you going to let me in?"
"No. Why don't you come back later?"
"I don't want to come back later. I want you now."
"I… I'm afraid I've got company," she whispered.
Mike's body flooded with rage. He couldn't believe his ears. Some other guy was in there, screwing his girl. She wanted Mike to go away so she could go back and finish fucking.
"God damn you!" he hissed at her.
"Honey, you were gone a long time."
"Three weeks?" Mike snarled.
On the other hand, he knew that he hadn't gone without pussy for three weeks.
"Please come back later this evening," Joyce finally said firmly, shutting the door in his face.
You'll be lucky if I ever come back at all! he thought as he stormed out of the apartment building and got into his car.
When he got to his own apartment, he was angrier than ever. Driving there, he had been unable to keep his mind off it. He could imagine Joyce on her back with her thighs clamped around the guy's hips while he reamed out her tight little cunt. The thought of it almost made him vomit with jealousy.
He was so angry that when he stormed up the stain to his apartment, he didn't watch where he was going. He ran smack into a girl who was coming don the stain, carrying a large box. She dropped the box with a tiny squeal and fell down with Mike on top of her.
"Oh Christ, I'm sorry!" lie said.
Immediately he darted to push himself up off of her, but something made him hesitate just a few accosts. The feel of her warm curvy body pressing against him was too good to relinquish quickly.
"That's okay," she giggled softly. "I wasn't looking at her."
Their faces were so close that he could feel her teeth on his cheek. Her tits pushed up into his chest. One of her thighs was trapped between his legs and rubbed his groin accidentally.
Quickly Mike got off her body, before his cock started to get hard. She was a beautiful blonde, he saw, about twenty-two years old, with a body that might drive a red-blooded man to murder.
She wore tight jeans and had tied her shirt in a knot up under her upthrusting tits, leaving her silky midriff bare. The thick plums of her nipples were clearly visible under the shirt.
"If you keep staring at me that way, you're going to burn a hole in my shirt," she said boldly, looking up coyly at him from under her long eyelashes.
"I'm sorry," Mike mumbled. "I've just never seen you before. And I have to confess, you're really something to see. You new around here?"
She struggled to her feet on the stairs, with his help. Mike couldn't help looking again at the ripe jiggling mounds of her tits as she stood up.