David was much too agitated to remain at the office for very long that afternoon, despite the fact that his work had already begun to suffer. He left at three-thirty, on the pretext of having a dental appointment, although he felt a mental checkup might be more germane at the moment. Once out on the street, he found a booth and telephoned Joyce at her hotel to make sure she'd be available at this earlier hour.
"I just stepped out of the shower, darling," she said. "So if you hurry, we can apply your tongue in lieu of a towel…"
… JesusGod, listen to that!.. thought David, his throat going so dry he had to swallow several times before he could speak again. "I'll… I'll take a taxi, Joyce… I'm never any good at parking in a crisis…" He heard her irrepressible peal of laughter as he hung up.
Joyce greeted him gaily at the door, her bright lustrous hair hanging loose and full about her face, the halo-effect making her look even more piquant and tempting. Her sinuous body was draped in a sheer and clinging peignoir. With a fast, eye-smarting glance, David saw there was a bra and panties underneath, and felt a surge of relief, for he wasn't ready for too much illuminating nudity too soon. Since Linda had always insisted on undressing in the dark, he'd never really seen a naked woman before-a realization which, at this particular moment, made him feel only slightly less retarded than an imbecile.
He stood there in the doorway, staring and gulping. "Hi, Joyce, how've you been? Pretty cool weather for early September, isn't it?… I guess our Indian Summer's going to be late this year…"
"Oh for God's sake, David, shut up and come in!" she laughed, taking his hand and pulling him across the threshold. "You silly schoolboy, this isn't a cookie-jar you're raiding, it's a woman's apartment!" She eyed him with amusement as he reached behind and closed the door. "Honestly, David, you're gawking at me as if I were the Village Whore and you were Huckleberry Finn, now stop it!"
David restlessly edged his way deeper into the room, wishing she'd stop jeering at him and say something to ease his tension. "Pretty little hideaway you've got here," he said, giving the decor a sweeping glance. "Does it have a view?" He started to gallop towards the windows, but Joyce stepped in front of him, thwarting this evasion.
"Do you know, David, I didn't hear a word you were saying all through lunch today…"
"Oh? Why hot?"
"Because I was staring at your beautiful mouth, watching its every movement as you ate and spoke and drank… And whenever you licked your lips, I licked mine. Didn't you notice?"
He licked his lips and shook his head. "No…"
She smiled and slipped her hands up about his shoulders, slowly removing his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. He started to pick it up, then changed his mind as he felt her nails dig into his flesh.
"You're trembling, David."
"Umm…" he muttered; and that's not all, he thought, his heart racing, loins stirring.
"Kiss me while you're trembling, David. Kiss me now."
She reached her hands about his neck and pulled his face down to hers, hurling his lips fiercely down against her own. Her mouth softly parted, a budding fragrance, a succulent caress. Her tongue dabbed gently in against his teeth, and David groaned and opened to receive it, fervently sucking its hot, silky texture, crushing his mouth more deeply against hers, going braver and hungrier as he let his own tongue invade and prowl… Oooh God!.. here it was at last, first man-sized kiss at age twenty-seven, a live squirming woman in his mouth, and it was like the beginning of Time… the Big Dawning…
"Whew!" she gasped, pulling back and wistfully eyeing the reaching eagerness of his mouth. "My goodness, darling, you just went from Choir-Boy to Cannibal in a single kiss!" He loomed down at her for more, but she lightly tapped his lips with her fingers and moved away. "No, sweetie, that was just to light your burners, so you go sit over there on the divan and get your breath, while I mix us some drinks. Why don't you remove your tie and unbutton your collar? For starters, I mean…"
Apparently having arranged a bucket of ice and some setups from room service, Joyce busied herself for the next few moments. David watched her, his eyes as intimate as an embrace as they scanned her body… tiny waistline, supple, flaring hips, graceful curve of the shoulders, exquisite hands. He felt a tightness at the pit of his stomach, a sweltering agony creeping up his thighs, and even though he had the most painfully stiff erection he'd ever experienced with his pants on, he wanted to jump for joy and beat his chest and give a Tarzan-yell because he was hard-as-a-board and nobody had said "convivial!" He tried crossing his legs to hide his instant-blossom, but that maneuver only shoved the telltale bulge even higher. So he folded his hands over the throbbing mound and giddily grinned at Joyce as she approached him with their drinks.
"Tell me, David, has Linda been freezing you out lately? There was something awfully desperate about that kiss." She handed him a drink and sat near him.
"No. Linda's beautiful, and we have sex regularly. It's just that I… well, I'm…"
"You're a man and you're restless," she finished his sentence. "No need to say any more. I'm only amazed you haven't done this sort of thing before. And you haven't, have you?"
"No," he said, and after a generous gulp of his drink, he felt a bit more at ease. "I guess I'm a… a late bloomer. But hell, I was pretty shook-up when it was you who showed up for our date today."
"And yet, you had to go through with this, didn't you, David?" She let a hand rest softly on his thigh. He kept his hands cradled over the mound, as if he'd trapped some rare kind of bird and he feared it might fly away if he loosened his grip.
"You're so damned attractive, Joyce, I couldn't think clearly… no matter how many rules we were breaking, it suddenly didn't matter. You were there and you wanted what I wanted… and it was great."
"Apparently I've wanted it much longer than you have," she said. "Haven't you ever found me desirable before, darling? After all, I live right down the block from you, and we've been in and out of each other's houses for years."
"Yes, but I had you safely planted in another category, so I guess I was conditioned to seeing you in the role of 'friend of the family' and nothing more…"
"Then you never knew when I was flirting with you, did you?"
"No. Were you?" his arousal flaring anew under his cupped grip.
"Outrageously! Until I finally gave up, deciding either I wasn't your type, or Linda had you paper-trained for life."
"I… I love Linda very much," he said, pressing the mound of his palm against the mound beneath it, "but she's… she's…" "Inhibited?"
"Possibly," he said; then fell silent, deciding quite emphatically that his wife as a topic for discussion was definitely out of order at the moment.
"It's those holy-joe parents of hers, poor dear," said Joyce. "Although I do believe that old-goat Wilbur has some secret moments he wouldn't want profiled. But basically they're the most monumental prudes, you know, and I'm afraid they've had a very strong influence on Linda's life. What do you think of your in-laws, David?"
… I screw them both in my dreams, he thought… pumping away at their senilities like there's no tomorrow and really getting back at old Montclair!.. He began to feel zany and lightheaded-the drink plus her propinquity. Noxious duo. "The Montclairs are very seriously rich," he said.
She laughed, letting a finger trail higher up his thigh. "They are that," she said. "Which makes it rather hard to hate them, doesn't it, David?"
… Aw now wait a minute, he thought… this is one more subject that's forbidden in the heat of this hour: his inglorious allegiance to the Montclairs. Although it might do them both good to be chained up and forced to watch while Joyce diligently put him through his paces. Sure!.. show 'em all the sex-education they'd neglected to give their daughter, who must be the only girl in the world who can clench her clitoris…!
David clenched his fists as he felt Joyce's fingers tapping against the knuckles. She leaned nearer and gently licked his ear-lobe, then turned his face to hers and let her lips glide softly over his as she spoke: "Oooh… What are you socking-up down there, darling? Is it a secret weapon?"
He felt a stabbing chill with these words and pulled his mouth from hers, running his tongue across his lips. "Aw dammit, Joyce, you make me feel so clumsy," his fists still jammed between his legs. "I should have more control, more subtlety…"
"You mean you'd like to be able to tell that thing when to get hard, instead of having it prick up all by itself…"
"Oh boy!" was his sighing answer.
"It's been like that ever since we kissed, hasn't it?" she stared pensively at his fists.
… And Brad said she was like this with everyone? Wow! Lucky everyone! "Yes… been like that," he said, turning for another close glimpse of her face and hair… the scented steam of her perfume reaching, coiling… "Because I've never had a kiss like that, Joyce…"
"Tell me about it, David!" she urged him breathlessly. "What made it so special?… How did it feel?… Tell me!"
"Oh… it felt… soft and hot and open… and free, Joyce, like I was really a part of someone else for the first time in my life…"
"That's gorgeous, David… keep talking!" With a swift, savage gesture she grabbed his fists and pulled them away from their lair. And David could speak no more as he saw her eyes dart between his legs, saw how she gaped with rapt delight at the quick plump rising that strained against his zipper. "Good Heavens, darling, you're so comfortably endowed! And to think, I never suspected! You must have worn an armor-plated jockstrap during all those poolside parties."
"No, Joyce, it's… uh… much less noticeable when I'm… uh… turned-off, so to speak…"
"Oh? One of the accordion species, eh?… a foldout! Funny, and I'd always assumed that the sum-total of your parts would look as sane and civilized as the rest of you. But ahh!.. There's a raving fat hunk of lunacy down there, isn't there, David. Oh darling, let it be mine… please…?"
Squatter's rights, he thought. Take it! He shot to his feet and stood up staunch and tall, slipping his hands behind his back and letting his crotch-fabric billow and bloom straight out. And then he winced and nearly stopped breathing as she rose and stationed herself before him, tearing at his trousers like a tigress, unzipping him so fast he didn't even have time to go into shock from the feel of her hands on him… unnn? down there… at the fleshy hub of him, the private loose nest… God, what sweet raiding debauchery to feel her fingers tugging inside his bloated briefs… Aw, watch it, Lady!.. you've got hot flowers for fingertips, and my prick is naked in the wilderness… She unfastened his belt and slid his trousers and briefs to the floor until, in only a few seconds' time, he was perfectly nude from the waist down and his huge liberated member cleaved mightily upwards from between his muscular thighs. He felt dazed and shaken as he watched her move back to stare at it, her eyes full of deep respect, paying homage. Then she advanced towards him again, as if her movements were guided by some remote dream, and took it in her hands… fondling the warm resilience, the surging bulk… fingers eloquent as they chronicled, measured… gave testimony…
"Ooh… careful how you handle that, honey…!" he gasped, and bit down hard on his underlip. "Christ, you're so… so… I'm not used to it."
David eyed her tightly-encased breasts, yearning to strip her down as impetuously as she'd yanked off his pants. But before he could reach for her, Joyce swept down between his sturdy legs and knelt there. David shuddered as he peered down at her lovely heart-shaped face, that subjugated elegance of a mouth so close to zenith and the heat… lips hovering like a gathering tropic storm, his balls tight and tingling in their vigil, as he thought: OhmyGod, she's gonna suck me off! Hey Brad, old-Buddy!.. Look how I'm paying this bitch back for breaking up your home! Aw…
But he'd guessed wrong. Joyce gently pressed her lips against the rearing head of it, just once, and then rose up again and pressed his hands to her bosom… "Now I want to feel your flesh on mine, David. Would you like to undress me?"
He nodded fast, still reeling from the frustration of… not seeing her gorgeous mouth all drowning and full of him. But cool it and wait, he told himself… maybe later… and this part of it's heaven too! He removed her robe and let it drop to the floor…
"Take off everything but my panties, neighbor-boy, because they're fancy, and rather dedicated…"
She stood before him now, wearing nothing but the pink panties and bra, and David's eyes were a beam of fidelity as he stared at her smooth creamy flesh… gaping hungrily at the roundly bunched-up breasts that heaved inside her bra… his eyes lingering down past her satiny-slim waist and supple belly; and as they came to rest on her panties, he knew at once why she wanted to keep them on: she'd stitched an opening there, a beautifully sewn V-gap right at the crotch, with the hem augmented by an exquisite embroidery-design… Holy Christ, that's how she wants me to give it to her!.. a silk open-sesame… wants to be jammed right through her panties…
Knowing that he sensed this desire, she smiled and nodded; and as David slipped his hands behind her to unfasten the bra, she cupped his perspiring face and pulled him down for another soft kiss. Then, when David felt the garment give way, he knew he'd have to relinquish her mouth for the luxuriant sight of her breasts. So he swept her back and held her at arms' length in order to gaze thirstily as those meaty white globes sprang loose… Aw… baby, look at the juicy treasures you've been hiding! God, how full and round and fat they looked as he eyed their rose-crested nipples, then grazed his fingers along the conical tips until they hardened and she whimpered a little and her eyes watched his as he stared so greedily and she inhaled deeply for him… and he dared to voice the question… "Can I, Joyce… humm?" He licked his lips and swallowed. "Will you let me?"
"Let me what, David… say it!"
"Let me suck them…?" Hands… eyes appraising.
"Oh yes, David… how I love to hear you talk like that, ooh you pure country-club baby, playing golf and mowing your Sunday-lawn. What do you want to suck, darling… tell the sunny young mother-neighbor up the block… 'cause she wears pretty picture-hats at picnics and gives milk to the needy…!"
"Want to suck 'em both, Joyce… lady's nipples, lady's breasts, in my mouth and rolling there…"
"And once you have your learner's permit, what else will you suck, cherry-boy…?" her fingers signifying at the taut rod of him. Knob going moist in its capture…
"Oh Joyce… I'll suck anything you care to feed me!" And with a groan he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the shadowed bedroom, where he placed her gently on the bed, and then quickly got out of his shirt and socks. Joyce lay there and wriggled, her bottom still delectably cuddled by the open-faced panties. Naked, David stood above her, staring from her mouth to her nipples, then upwards to the flaming hair that flowed against the pillow. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed and knelt between her flung-out legs, his eyes crazed and gleaming as they ogled the rigid nipples and the firm fruity melons on which they were mounted… and, half-groggily, he realized he could do everything to this woman that Linda had denied him. Ahh, the sins of home at last, but in bed of another, a looser receptacle… Aw… I'm gonna kiss every inch of her! With a sigh he dove down and began the forbidden feast, swabbing his lips and tongue over and under her mammoth breasts, sucking her nipples with a tender, surging ferocity… biting, snarling… half-swallowing the luscious flesh as Joyce moaned and squirmed under this sensuous attack. "Oooh! Burn me with your tongue, baby… burn me!" Pressing his head against her, slipping her fingers underneath to touch and caress those savage travels of his lips, yearning to feel his mouth all busy and breast-full of her. "Ahhh David, hurry!.. I want the rest of you too!.. In my lap, darling, in my silken lap… Oooh suck and fuck and shove it up my lingerie! Now…!"
David rose up and aimed his throbbing penis inwards at the base of her garment, first probing his fingers inside the opening to feel the pulpy slit-moisture, the curling hairs… gently digging his index-finger past those clasping lips until he touched her erect clitoris and flicked it once… but pulled his hand away as she groaned and thrashed her pelvis back against the mattress… "Oh please, David, don't tease me like that… don't make me wait for what I want…" With a forward-thrust of his hips, David let his cock oblige and slowly sank it up her silk. He groaned aloud with the feel of flesh and panties, his eyes on her lips and nipples and lower to watch his member go thickly disappearing into her… Gasping anew with that first steaming flesh-clutch, oooh!.. That hidden throb of her that huddled behind the silken curtain… like sticking it through a glory-hole… not really knowing what manner of wet-fire was drinking him in from the other side. Joyce groaned and squirmed and bucked her bottom upwards to catch all he had to give her… "Ooooahhh!.. David, don't stop… it's so good like that… like a hot pipe… oooh!.. gutting me… Ahh, cram it up that silk-purse, my darling… and wear me and get all dressed up in me… and in me…!"
David gave it to her like that, sweating and jubilant and devout, his cock a rampaging piston right up those yawning panties… her squeals of joy so fitful that for long moments he feared for her sanity as well as his own, but pounded his rod more deeply nevertheless… awunnn!.. relentless and charging… and Christ, what a grabbing reaching death-grip in there! He seized her breasts and cupped them and pinched… then pressed his hands about her shoulders and pushed her down even harder onto his plunging spear… Feeling the hugging womb-muscles contracting and kissing his cock as it jabbed and plummeted against her cervix… at last… aw here comes the ooze and the glory and we're gonna fly together and guzzle our sweet asses off… And he felt the swarming searing torment coursing through his body, felt his balls swelling up as those hot vaginal-lips went sobbing and nibbling for the fuels of him. He reached down and grabbed her ankles; then hurled her legs up in the air until her knees were sandwiched against her bobbing breasts, and as he fucked and slotted it, Joyce groaned out as if she were being tortured… as now they each began to roll with the impending nearness of their dual explosion. David watched the fat slick entries of his cock, then eyed the bouncing bouquet he'd made of her body… gently flexing his prick's knob to let it expand and plant itself inside of her… oooh!.. She loves it… My God, how she loves it!..
"Ahhh… oooh!.. please, David… now!.. don't wait!.. help it turn over inside… oh dear Jesus, help it turn and… and flush it…!"
David went even crazier with the feel of her as the woman's body began vibrating completely out of control and he felt the flow of her quick wet creams as she sighed and whimpered and madly flailed her upturned legs… The warm liquid gushing up out of her, his battering member now wading in the sprays as David let out his pent-up growling roar and started to come in the same moment, dipping his head to clumsily crush his lips against hers, sinking his tongue into her hot moist mouth… And ooh man!.. How he wanted his tongue against hers when he shot… (never Linda's tongue, that fireside bitch with her catechisms and mouthwash!..) Ooh… now… and like this… yeah! exactly like this… aw suck the naughtily hot-lace tongue of her and pump those milky juices into the lovely spouting sea of her own… unnYEAH!.. ahhh!.. like this… wet… drained… shared…
They held and throbbed for long moments, savoring the damp and tender trickling of what they'd trapped and isolated in their hunt. When David pulled slowly out of her, his mouth still gluttonous and succulent against hers, she murmured something through her lips' dabbing caresses… "If you'd like to see where you've been, darling, take off my panties now. And stare there, David, while it's still wet from you. Turn on all the lights and let me see your eyes on it. I'll bet you stare at Linda's pink and blond muff too, with those hungry blue eyes…"
… Don't tell her Linda keeps the bedroom dark, he cautioned himself; don't let her know how desperate you are to do this or she may find a way to use such power later. Women do, and this one surely…
David quickly rose and switched on the overhead lights. Then pulled the panties slowly down around her ankles and off, tossing them to the floor. He gaped and ogled at the porcelain-white flesh of her abdomen, and below to that gilded seat of his pleasure… patch of reddish moist hairs a bordered filigree surrounding that long happy dimple that had received him… as she watched him and spread her legs almost horizontally for his eyes' repast… while he visually feasted there and stared at the lovely beckoning labia that still gleamed from his fresh manly invasion… ummm!.. Female! Now I can define the word!
"Have you ever kissed Linda there, David?"
"Of course," he said, but did not meet her gaze; kept his eyes peeled where they were.
"Then I want what she's been hoarding, my dearest friend. We're very close, you know. Show me how you do it to her, David… please?"
"Oh no, Joyce, I… I want to please you, not her. I mean, everybody likes it different and… well, you're the teacher now, honey, so you tell me how you want me to do it, and I'll… I'll take directions…"
"And you'll lick and devour until I tell you to stop?"
His cock swelled up again with these words. "OOOh yes, Joyce… I'll learn… Oh, I'll suck. Just… well, teach me!"
With a wild, giggling shriek Joyce threw her legs up around his neck and dragged his face down and inward, chanting out a familiar madrigal-of-the-day… "Well, first you press your two lips right up tight… then you swing 'em to the left, and you swing 'em to the right… and twist that stud-tongue kinda nice and light… then you lick around and flick around with all of your might…!"
… And that's what she calls ballin-the-jack, the bitch!.. she's making fun of me… mocking me and putting me on… her and all that community-property she's crammed up her twat… laughing at me because she knows what a brand-new sinner I am, what a clumsy amateur, a novice… I'll show her!
David dipped and kissed, deciding to use the same passionate principles he'd applied when they were necking and hoping like hell that would suffice. It did. He learned so fast that he couldn't care about her attitude any longer, couldn't care what kind of a suburban idiot she took him for because whew!.. She tasted so Goddamned delicious… and look where he was making love to her… look how his mouth marauded and claimed everything his cock held dear only a moment ago… ummm! Saucy tangled delights of their issue…
In precisely thirty seconds Joyce gave up the singing; and did, indeed, stop all that laughing. A serious business now as she groaned and writhed from his lapping frenzy…
… Ummm! On-the-job-training, gulped David. Only way to get ahead.