by Mark Carver
Long, deep moans came from her throat as Joy began having a series of shuddering orgasms, climaxes that left her inflamed pussy throbbing for more. Throwing back her head and weaving it from side to side in lewd ecstasy, the madly quivering blonde raked his bare hips viciously with her nails. She reached behind her to grab his hard balls and squeeze them, trying to coax his load.
"Wanna suck and fuck all night!" she raved, her swollen hot tits panting in a frenzy. "Born to do it, born to fuck! I CAN'T HELP IT, I LOVE IT, LOVE HOT COCK, LOVE TO FUCK! UNNNNNNNNGH! COMING AGAIN-AGAIN-OOOOOOOOOOH!"
"Kee-rist!" Bill grunted, as her blazing pussy throbbed and churned furiously on his quivering prick. He'd never been raped, but this was about as close as you could come! The young secretary was now screaming softly and jerking her juicy cunt up and down on his shaft in a pure frenzy of lust.
"COMING TOO!" Bill groaned, unable to control his jism any longer. Her drenched pussy was electrifying his come out of his balls, whipping and sucking and grinding until he began shooting off in tremendous hot gushes.
Joy shuddered deliriously as the stinging spurts of juice spattered her pulsating cunt, a flood of lascivious joy that left her moaning and panting feverishly.
A minute later she collapsed on top of him, her pussy still twitching in spasms on his limp rod. Her entire silken nakedness was covered with a sheen of perspiration.
"Jesus," Bill groaned, rubbing her bare ass greedily in his fingers, "you really were worked up, weren't you, honey?"
Her green eyes blazed down on him in the strangest way. "You haven't seen anything yet," she said huskily. "What time does your wife come home?"
"About two-thirty in the morning. Why?" he asked.
Joy paused for a full minute before she replied. A flood of images flashed through her whirling, lust-crazed mind. Memories of when she'd first lost her cherry, and had suddenly, almost insanely gone wild with her newly-awakened depravity. The endless chain of young cocks she'd gone down on in the high-school parking lot on summer nights. The times she'd been mass-raped at her own begging, by more than a dozen guys. The terrifying knowledge that the bizarre lust inside her was becoming completely uncontrollable once more. The maddening, tormenting desires that kept her tossing and turning at night, thinking of other girls as well as boys and men, and dogs...
"I'm not a tramp!" she said suddenly, tears in her eyes. "I just. well, I just have to have it, do you understand, Bill? I've got to have it almost all the time or I go crazy!"
"Sure, I understand," Bill said soothingly, not understanding in the slightest. Undoubtedly a nympho, but a damned beautiful one. And who was he to complain when she lived in the bedroom next door and his own wife worked nights?
As an insurance adjuster, Bill's job was to calculate damage-estimates for a variety of accidents, mostly car collisions. The job was interesting enough, but what made it even more so was the fact that he frequently had to interview single girls and housewives at their apartments and homes. And they were very often alone, during the day. And they also very often found his easygoing, rugged good looks quite tempting.
So after two years of marriage to his sultry brunette wife, Bill found himself with an occasional willing piece, frustrated housewives more often than working girls. And as satisfying as these conquests were, they were practically zombies compared to the feverishly naked blonde now grinding her tits hotly to his chest. Her steaming crotch was fiery against his semi-stiff rod, constantly undulating and pleading for it to rise again.
"My wife won't be home for a couple of hours yet," Bill told Joy. "And I know you're hot, honey, but I'm not a screwing machine, you know. I need a few minutes rest."
"Oh no you don't," she said firmly. "I want you to fuck me again, Bill. but this time I want you to fuck me in the ass. Hot and heavy, understand?"
Again he was shocked by her language, compared to her sweet, wholesome face. Whatever fury, hellish or divine, that drove Joy Marshall was far deeper than he could understand.
In a few seconds she was down on his cock, tonguing and sucking and licking it with naked greed. Less than ten seconds later, Bill's long prick was surging with power, primed and quivering for anything.
The moment it began pounding with rock-hard eagerness, Joy hunched over on her belly with her knees folded under her. "Take me," she whispered. "Fuck me in the ass, Bill. Hurt me, shove every loving inch in! Every inch!"
His thick cock still wet from her tongue, Bill knelt behind her hovering, silky ass. He spread her soft cheeks in his fingers to expose her tiny, puckered slit. This was a particular lustful thrill for Bill, because his own voluptuous wife rarely ever consented to let him ravage her anally. Because of the size of his enormous hardon and the tightness of her little anus, Linda would howl with pain and anguish.
Reaching quickly behind her, Joy gripped his fat prick tightly in her fingers. Without hesitation, she guided the gorged knob of his dick squarely against her tender asshole.
"Shove it in!" she sobbed feverishly. "All the way. Aaaaagh! AAAAAAAAARGH! CHRIST, IT HURTS! OH, BEAUTIFUL!"
Bill sucked in his breath as he rammed his fleshy rod deep into her boiling bowels. Her asshole was so tight and wriggling on his dick, he almost came at once. Moaning wildly and squirming her naked hot cheeks to his crotch and balls, Joy wished she could faint with the burning pain-ecstasy. Her tender channel was completely crushed and gorged by his huge cock. Ripples of agony shattered through her boiling asshole as she swung back fervently to meet his forward thrusts, loud moan issuing from her throat all the while.
"HURTS! HURTS GOOD!" she wailed, deliberately intensifying the hot-poker pain by wrenching her silken ass up and down violently. By now, Bill had his second wind and he was ravaging her luscious asshole to a steady, savage tempo. The blonde sobbed and clawed desperately at the bedsheets beneath her, wallowing obscenely in the blissful punishment. Bill had hunched over her back by now, and was squeezing and fondling her dangling hot tits as he impaled her helpless anus.
Only vaguely, in her delirious passion, did Joy realize that each new torture-thrill racking her sensuous young flesh was jading her that much more. Soon, very soon, even these wild kicks would wear thin and she'd have to find new ones. "COME IN MY ASS!" she pleaded, sobbing.
"OH BILL, SHOOT YOUR HOT JISM UP MY ASS, OOOOOOOO! YES, YESSSSSS, LIKE THAT, OH, JEEEEEEZUS, YES!"
Unable to resist the maddeningly hot fury of her luscious asshole, Bill began spurting deep into her bowels. The blonde shuddered frantically as the stinging wet fire bathed her asshole in nerve-jarring thrills. Even after he withdrew his limp rod, she kept on gyrating her glowing ass in spasms of lust, low moans of depraved joy coming from her throat.
"That's it," Bill told her firmly. "Hell, my wife will be expecting it when she comes home soon, Joy."
Joy sat up, her eyes smoldering on him. "One more time," she begged in a hoarse, lust-inspired whisper. "Just fuck me in the tits, Bill. Slow and easy, honey. What do you say?"
Bill shook his head in astonishment. She wasn't even an ordinary nympho, from the blazing hunger in her eyes. How in the hell could she look so clean-cut and wholesome and be so sex-crazy?
"No," he said with crushing finality. "Look, honey, if my wife finds out what's going on, we're going to have hell to pay, both of us. Christ, you can wait til tomorrow, can't you?"
The nakedly panting blonde stared at him in a daze. A sudden surge of pride made her voice cold as she climbed off the mattress.
"You're damned right I can wait. What do you think I am, a slut?"
She padded quickly out of his bedroom and into her own, slamming the door. For a while, Joy lay huddled and sobbing on her bed, utterly confused. She wasn't stupid; she'd read all the psychiatric revelations on nymphomania, knew all the hidden motivations and bizarre desires. All the lovely young blonde had ever wanted to be was a normal, decent girl.
Instead, she'd ended up blowing half the boys in high school and begging
But now she was at the showdown, and the lush, deeply troubled seventeen-year old knew it. After six months of grueling determination, she'd just begged to be fucked in her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. And there were other, far more perverted desires that flashed through her mind.
She'd even gone to a psychiatrist once, desperate for help. And all the slyly grinning bastard had done was suggest "sexual therapy." In other words, he not only wanted to screw her himself, he wanted her to pay for it! Goddamned hypocrite, the lush blonde thought furiously.
But Joy knew it was hopeless to try to flee to still another town. Six months of sex-starvation had left her so urgent and explosive, she felt she'd never be really satisfied.
Her tear-stung eyes strayed to the monstrous spiked dildo still lying on the bed beside her. Then her gaze went to the magazine filled with naked, ravishingly sexy young girls.
Then she thought about the handsome boy who lived next door. And his gigantic dog.
Biting her sultry lips, Joy made up her mind. She was either a healthy, normal young girl going through a temporary phase of lust. Or she was an insatiable nymphomaniac, hopelessly incurable, judging from her wanton actions in the last year.
Either she would find one steady source of sexual satisfaction in this quiet, contented town or...
She shut her eyes tightly, trying not to think about the alternative. But deep down, the lusciously ripe blonde already knew it.
And very soon, so would certain lust-inspired neighbors, with shattering effect.
CHAPTER TWO
The "boy next door" to the Hammond's house wasn't exactly a boy. He was twenty-three, good-looking in a sleek, easy-going way, and temporarily out of work. And he wasn't looking very hard, either.
Eddie Carter lived primarily off his parents and with whatever other money he could hustle, sometimes off women. He hade just enough to keep his van running and keep himself in beer, cigarettes and marijuana. His father had a small clothing business downtown, which also kept Eddie sharply dressed. But his father was convinced his son was turning into a bum, and the urge to toss him out of the house lately had become strong.
But that always led to an argument with Eddie's mother, whose maternal instincts were very powerful. Besides, Eddie's little sister absolutely adored him. At fourteen, Sherry had a childhood crush on her big brother. There were even terribly guilty moments when she had sexual thoughts about her handsome brother, although Sherry was still a virgin.
Eddie had watched with great interest as the blonde moved in next door. Her bedroom, in fact, faced his, about a dozen feet away. The stacked blonde represented two things to Eddie, an opportunity, and a danger.
At eleven this morning, Eddie rolled a couple reefers of grass, stuck them in his pocket and went next door and knocked. Bill Hammond's wife, Linda, swung the door open.
"Well, hi, Eddie," she smiled. "Come on in and meet our new lodger."
The blonde was in the kitchen, drinking coffee. Eddie sized her up quickly, running his eyes over her plump, luscious tits and shapely legs. Very, very nice, he decided. A little too sweet and clean-cut for his taste, but hell, you never knew until you tried.
"Well, I guess I'd better get down town and start job hunting," Joy said. She hadn't missed the hunger in his eyes, and his easy good looks had already started a hot throbbing in her pussy. There was another reason she wanted to get out of the house quickly. She felt guilty around Bill's wife, after the wild fucking scene in the shower and bedroom with him, the night before.
Both Eddie and Linda watched from the kitchen window as the new lodger walked down the street, her ripe ass-curves rippling beneath her dress.
"Not bad," Eddie said, grinning. "Not bad at all."
"You sonofabitch," Linda retorted, putting a hand on the thick bulge of his crotch. "That's all you ever think about, isn't it? Pussy, beer and grass."
Eddie slid his fingers inside the sultry brunette's terrycloth robe to grasp one of her lush, hot tits, and Linda shivered from head to toe. "Let's have at it," she said in a husky voice. "Come on, honey, let's get down to business."
Casually, Eddie lit one of the reefers. "Take it easy, Linda. She won't be back for hours. You know, one of these days your husband is going to come home for lunch and catch us fucking like minks. And if that ever happens..."
He put a pointed finger to his temple like a gun, and Linda burst out laughing. "He always calls first, honey. Don't worry about Bill. He's so square that if I shouted rape he'd believe me."
Eddie undid her robe completely and slid his fingers down to her soaked cunt-nest, and Linda ground it eagerly and moaned. "Jesus, let's fuck!" she said. "Don't tease me like this, you bastard." The wild affair had begun more than a month ago. When the young couple bought the house next door, Eddie had casually eyed the voluptuous brunette for a while first. He immediately picked up on the fact that her husband worked days, while she worked nights. The fact that she was a cocktail waitress intensified his interest She'd been around.
A few weeks before, Eddie had knocked on her door at about ten in the morning, knowing she'd answer wearing her robe because she slept late. With his easy grin, he introduced himself and she invited him in for coffee. He told her he was available for odd jobs around the house, mowing the lawn, painting, remodeling, and so forth.
Eddie got the sultry brunette inside her own bedroom in less than an hour, and the hot affair had continued now on an almost daily basis.
For Linda, it was more than just the excitement of screwing around on her husband. She'd married Bill strictly for purposes of security. She'd been laying a number of men when she began dating him, and while Bill didn't particularly excite her sexually, he was steady and hard-working, and Linda felt it was time to settle down.
There was something about Eddie's sleek good looks, his arrogant grin and nonchalant manner that really turned her on. Besides, he had a way of ordering her around, as if she were a mere sex-slave, that generated a lewd, fierce passion in her loins. Maybe because he was the opposite of her own husband, Linda thought feverishly as she unzipped his fly. They still stood in the kitchen, Eddie smoking grass, the panting housewife slipping his long, burning cock out of his pants. She began stroking it lovingly in her fingers, her breath coming faster. Damn, she loved his huge prick!
Eddie decided to tease her for a while. It drove her crazy, but he'd cunningly figured that's exactly why she was so obsessed with fucking him.
"Suppose it turns out that while you're working your ass off nights in that bar, your husband is screwing this secretary?" Eddie taunted. "They're alone together, and she's pretty cute. Really stacked, in fact."
"What, that girl scout?" Linda laughed. "She probably goes to church on Sunday and begs forgiveness for finger-fucking herself once a month!"
Eddie's long, fleshy rod was rising fast in Linda's fingers now, beginning to pound urgently beneath her hotly stroking fist. "Don't bet on it," he said hoarsely. "There's something wild in those green eyes of hers. It's those quiet types who usually turn out to be wildcats in the sack, Linda."
"Let's stop talking and start fucking!" Linda said urgently. She dropped to her knees before him, undid his belt-buckle and quickly slipped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Then, with deep, excited moans the housewife darted out her long wet tongue and lasciviously licked the giant head of his dick.
A salty drop of semen oozed out and the brunette swallowed it greedily. His young cock was rock-hard now, triggering a gush of hot juices in her aching pussy.
Linda stood up quickly, slipping her robe off completely. Her heaving tits thrust out proudly, their nipples fat with lust. "Come on, Eddie, strip! Let's do it at the kitchen table this time."
Eddie wanted to tantalize her a while longer, but the sight of her stark naked, with her lush tits and juicy ass, made him too impatient. He'd had more than his share of girls and women in his time, but there was no denying his neighbor's wife was a juicy, passionate fuck. He was naked in seconds, pushing back a kitchen chair and sitting on it. His long, bright-red rod hovered straight up above his massive balls.
Her brown eyes glowing with lewd anticipation, Linda sat on his naked lap with her back to him.
For a minute she simply squirmed her hot, satiny ass to his crotch while she masturbated his big cock until it was quivering with power in her fingers. Eddie's fingers squeezed and hefted her swollen tits meanwhile, and his tongue played with the nape of her neck.
Then Linda raised her lush ass high and guided the glowing knob of his young prick inside her silken cunt. She slid down on his rod with a low moan of intense excitement.
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