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The Joy of Joy

By: LenNeal



The two of them, Victor and Joy, were sitting at their respective desks on a Friday evening. Victor had just turned his computer off, and he swiveled his cheap office chair and looked over at Joy. She poked a button on her own machine and looked back at him.

She said, "Let's go out for alcohol."

Victor looked up over his flat screen, raised his fingers and placed them on his temples. He said, in a cartoon psychic voice, "Beautiful one, you read my mind. WHERE... SHALL... WE... GO?"

Joy looked at him for a second, then laughed, a sound from deep down. She shrugged helplessly and named a faux kitschy chain place at a nearby strip mall. 

"Work for you?"

Victor spread his hands, palms up, and nodded in an exaggerated way, making Joy laugh again. They both got up, and he noted that his coworker picked up two photographs from her desk and put them in her shoulder bag. One of the framed photos was of an older woman, her mother maybe, and the other a portrait of her teenaged daughter. He'd noticed the school photo or whatever it was struck him as more of a glamor shot than anything else: the image featured some prominent cleavage for a school picture. Her daughter was, however, gorgeous, just like Joy herself. 

Walking to the elevator, he lingered behind Joy, watching her walk. She had a fantastic ass. Actually, all of her was fantastic. She was easily one of the best looking women he'd ever been around; just an absolute knockout. 

She was probably in her early thirties, he figured, maybe older, but very, very well put, and kept, together. He suspected she'd had her kid young, and he got the idea she'd been single for a while before her latest marriage. On the phone, she talked with her college-age daughter more like a girlfriend than a mother, he thought. Joy had a few lines, and some brown freckles, but she apparently stayed out of the sun, and her skin wasn't tanned, ever; it was creamy, a deep, luscious color, light without being pale. 

"Oh for-" Joy said, and followed that with a muttered, "Shit." The elevator bank was dark. "God damn it, we have to take the stairs." She stomped a shoe on the dingy carpet of the hallway. "Sonofabitch."

They headed to the stairway and started the four story descent to their escape. Victor watched Joy move on the stairs; her nicely sized breasts jiggled as she hopped down the concrete steps, and her hair swished around. He checked her out for the thousandth time, running down her features all over again: tall, shapely, narrow waisted and round hipped with large, firm breasts, she had an exceptional body. She was pretty, too, with shining brunette hair and fine features. 

"Gorgeous," he thought. "Gorgeous."

Joy clicked and clacked on her high heels down the stairs, muttering under her breath the whole way. Finally, at the second floor landing, she turned to Victor and said, "You know, I'm not going to miss this place at all. Not at all."

He was surprised. "What? You're leaving?"

She said, "You bet your ass I am. I'm going to (she named a rival company), and this place can kiss my ass. What a stupid pack of worthless..." Joy searched for a word, then found it, "...schlubs." She puffed out her mouth, huffing in frustration. She looked around in the stairwell, searching, and then found what she was looking for: a surveillance camera. She raised a finely shaped hand and extended the middle finger directly at the lens. Then she said, "Let's get out of here and get a drink. I'm celebrating my great escape."

Victor said, "I'm down. Let's go." He silently shook his head, knowing his weekday scenery was about to get a lot less appealing.

Victor wondered if her looks had gotten her more trouble than anything else; she attracted a lot of attention, from both men and women. He suspected the men who went for her had to be crazy possessive; she was just too gorgeous for it not to be a problem. Victor had worked pretty hard to get along with her as a work friend, waiting out her suspicion over the last year to just get along well as friendly coworkers. He'd seen some of the other guys' behavior around her at the workplace, and had decided to just not try to compete with anyone else. She was out of his league. It had worked out pretty well. 

Except now she was leaving, and the sightseeing was over. "Bummer," he thought to himself. 

Twenty minutes or so later they pulled up in the lot of the restaurant-bar, parking next to each other. Joy got out without taking her bag. Victor waited politely while she tucked a driver's license and visa card into a pocket in her skirt. He idly looked at the sort-of conservative work wear she had on, a shiny white blouse and plain black skirt. He supposed on someone else the look would have been dowdy, but on Joy it was elegant and supremely sexy. She locked her car, and he put his hands in the pockets of his pants while they walked side by side to the door. 

He lightly bumped into her shoulder with his, joking, and she started, then smirked and shoved back, and like a couple of kids they pushed and shoved their way to the door. They were both laughing when they got to the restaurant, and they wriggled and shoved their way into the entrance, grabbing and pressing. The pimply kid at the wait station rolled her eyes at them as they walked past her into the bar. 

Victor had gone out with Joy before, for after work drinks, and he knew she wasn't really great company. She'd had an ugly divorce, her second, the year before, and tended to vent about her ex a lot. Victor had no idea if the guy was really so horrible, but in Joy's embittered view he was an ogreish piece of shit with no redeeming features of any kind. He remembered particularly an evening when, after several heavily alcoholic girly drinks, she'd slouched into him and whispered furiously, "He divorced me because he really likes little boys," an accusation he'd found unnecessarily nasty and ugly. He wasn't sure he really liked Joy much as a person.

On the other hand, she was stunningly beautiful, and certainly a lot of fun to look at and ogle. Victor had no problem with that part of her company. He reached the door, opened it, and dramatically waved his gorgeous, soon-to-be ex-coworker into the bar. 

Heads of both sexes turned when they walked into the bar area, and Victor smiled wryly, knowing perfectly well nobody, absolutely nobody, was looking at him.

The Joy of Joy Ch. 02



There was a college basketball game on the TV nearest them, blaring over the sound system with cheering and the obnoxious calls of announcers. Joy propped her nice little chin on a palm and swiveled her head back and forth, sort of watching the game, but not really. When the bartender, a thirtyish guy, came over, Joy greeted him by name.

"Josh," she said. She tilted her head at Victor. "This is Victor, my-" she paused,"-fellow prisoner of the cubicles." 

The bartender gave Victor a rather hostile look, but cleared his face and said, "Hey, man," in an unconvincing manner. Victor tipped his head back in a wordless greeting. Joy ignored them both, watching the TVs around the room.

Victor named his beer, and the Josh guy turned away. Victor realized he hadn't asked Joy what she wanted. A brief bit later he returned with some pink concoction and Victor's selection. He plunked them down without looking at Victor, and stared at Joy. She ignored him until he walked away.

Victor decided to shake off the Josh thing and and asked Joy, "So, you're leaving, so... what are you going to be doing?"

It broke the ice, or fog, or whatever, and Joy went on a long monologue about her new job. It involved being closer to her daughter's college, slightly better pay, and a long distance move. Victor hadn't realized when she said she was leaving that Joy was actually moving 'away.' As in, far away. There was a branch of her new company close by, but she had taken a job almost all the way across the country. 

Victor listened politely, watching her face as she got more animated and almost agitated, and amused himself by keeping an eye on the other people in the bar with his peripheral vision, watching them watch Joy as she moved around on her stool. 

The guy Josh provided at least four drinks for each of them, and after the third drink Joy was certainly much, much more animated. Her body language got a little exaggerated, and Victor (and the rest of the bar) was treated to Joy raising her arms over her head, thrusting her amazing breasts into the fabric of her shirt, arching her back, and waving her hair around. 

After the fourth drink she was completely relaxed, and started touching Victor when she talked, moving in closer to him to whisper and shout alternately about various things. At one point she smushed her boobs into him, and the feeling made his cock hard: she was fabulously gorgeous. Unbelievable. He felt himself staring at her, locking eyes with her without meaning to. 

She caught him. 

Victor tried to be cool, but Joy didn't pull back. Instead, she leaned in even closer, looked around a little, and smirked right in his face. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, showing off a lacy white bra and exquisite cleavage, and facetiously batted her eyes at him. Victor sucked in his breath and watched Joy move slightly, deliberately swishing against him and swaying her breasts. She leaned across him and dramatically sucked on her drink straw, hard, making her cheeks concave and staring into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and shifted to adjust his instant hardon.

She caught him doing that, and let go of the straw and laughed out loud. "You guys," she said. "You're so easy." Then she put her hand on his thigh and rubbed. The act forced Victor into a straight up posture, upright on the stool, trying to keep his erection in some sort of check, but not really wanting to. He had a flash of a thought.

"Cock tease."

His face must have changed, because Joy apparently read his mind. She pulled back, let go of his leg, and pursed her lips. She said, "You think I'm fucking with you?"

He had to answer truthfully. "Well, yeah, I think you are." He paused. "Just a little."

She leaned back in, putting her perfect lips close to his. She said, "How about you fuck with me?" She paused, mimicking him. "Just a little."

Victor didn't mean to be so crude, but couldn't help it, it just came out, and he said what he was thinking. He said, more aggressively than he meant to, "How about I just fuck you?"

Joy's eyes flashed. Victor couldn't tell if she was angry, offended, turned on, confused, or all of the above. She lowered her beautiful head and put her eyes on him. "That's kind of crude."

Victor smiled some, to show he was being sort-of serious, sort-of humorous, and also expressing his disappointment at her leaving, and said, "I'm never going to see you again. Why should I care what you think?"

Joy stared at him, straight in his face, thinking, or something. Then there was a noise next to them.

Victor hadn't noticed, and had lost track of the activity in the bar completely. He had focused so intently on Joy he'd forgotten where in the fuck he was. When he turned, Josh the bartender was standing right next to them, hands propped on the bar surface. He'd obviously been there for the entire exchange. The guy had a roiling, unhappy, pursed-lip expression on his face. Victor had to wonder if he looked the same way himself. 

Joy sat up straight again, showing off her absurdly perfect breasts, and swiveled back and forth, rotating on the stool's spindle. She laughed, a loud, raucous, uproarious laugh. 

She made a half-shout, a "HAH!" sound, and said, "Boys, boys, boys!" 

Victor the cubicle slave and Josh the bartender, placed like awkward hands on a human clock, regarded the object of their obvious respective lust. Joy swiveled some more, making a wry little grimace, apparently thinking, or making some kind of decision. She put a finger to her red, red lips, narrowed her eyes, and leaned back.

Joy said, "I tell you what."



The Joy of Joy Ch. 03



Joy kept a finger on her lips, thinking, shifting her eyes back and forth between the two men. Victor found himself glancing at Josh the bartender and making a physical comparison. It didn't add up: they were completely unlike each other. 

The Josh guy was fake tanned, fake macho, and kind of buff in a gym kind of way. He had frosted, spiked hair and was wearing a tight t-shirt cut to show sculpted biceps and a typical tribal tattoo. He looked like someone that might be called a 'douchebag.' Victor knew that he, himself, was kind of out of shape, pale, and not well kept up. He'd buzzed his hair short to make life easier, and didn't dress well; for the job, what was the point? He realized with complete certainty he'd let himself go. Not unfixable, but definitely not acceptable. 

He was thinking about his need to make some level of change when Joy spoke. 

She made a thoughtful, devious face, and said, again, "I tell you what." She shifted on her stool, making her amazing body ripple and move. "I'll do eeny miney and whoever wins gets to take me home."

Victor watched as Josh leaned in, looking very pissed off; he half expected the guy to walk away, but he didn't. Victor suspected the show was more about this Josh guy than himself, and that Joy was up to something. Joy winked at Victor, managing it while Josh had his head turned for a brief moment. Then she started in.

"Eeny, meeney, miney..." she waved a finger at the two men. She paused, then continued. "...moe, catch a..." She rolled her eyes up and smiled. "...pussy... by the toe," she said. Her finger was pointing at Josh, and Victor could see the guy trying to figure out how the game would end. 

"If she hollers, let her go," Joy said.

Victor had to move on his stool and take a drink from his bottle, trying to hide and arrange his pounding hardon. He felt somewhat embarrassed by his situation, but couldn't help it. He glanced over and noticed Josh was pressed against the back of the bar, probably trying to do the same thing. 

"Eeny, meeney, miney..." 

Then she did it: she lifted her other hand, and with one finger extended directly at Josh, she aimed the other squarely into Victor's chest, close enough to brush his shirt. 

"...MOE." 

She was pointing at them both. 

Joy kept her hands stationary for what seemed like a full minute, pointing at the two men. Victor was too shocked to move or say anything, but finally looked over at Josh, and that man's expression was absolutely priceless. He thought, "I could charge admission to that," and the idea of Josh's face as a circus attraction made him come close to laughing out loud, but he held it in. He looked back at Joy, who was looking at him expectantly. She raised an eyebrow, questioning, and he knew she was waiting for some kind of answer or validation. 

Victor said, "I'm in."

Josh reared back, flexing his arms in some kind of visceral showing-off behavior. He lifted a bar rag and wiped his hands, then swept it across the rail. He looked very unhappy. Victor tried to remember what the behavior had been called, way back in middle school, something about birds. He remembered. "Aggression displacement." When he knew what he was watching he sat back, amused, and waited for Josh's decision.

Josh pursed his lips, glared at Victor, then faced Joy full on, his face a mask of anger and lust. He finally struggled out a choking, "Okay. I'm cool with that." He sucked in a huge breath. "I'm off in forty-five. Wait." The last word came out like something a villain would say in a bad action movie. 

Joy leaned in, showing off her delectable breasts and hiking up her skirt. "I can do that." She licked the tip of one of her fingers and ringed the top of her drink glass. "But I'll need another drink." She laughed, a deep laugh with just a hint of mockery. Josh the bartender grabbed the glass and did his best to dramatically storm off in the limited area of the bar. 

Victor was dying to find out what this was all about, but decided to hold it together and not ask. He was certain Joy wasn't going to back out or anything, and if he had to do a threeway to get her naked well, that was how the cards played out. He'd live with it. He looked at her again, and she took his breath away. 

"Gorgeous."

Joy looked over at him, a smile, a little smile with a hint of grimness, traveling across her lips and vanishing again. She lowered her head and hiked up her skirt a little. Victor involuntarily looked down, and at the junction of her thighs he could see a triangle of white, lacy panties. Blood rushed into his head, and, not incidentally, into his cock, and he had real worries he might actually come in his pants. 

Josh came back with Joy's drink. He set it down too hard, accidentally on purpose, and bright liquid spilled down the sides, glistening in the bad light. Joy smirked, wiped at the mixture, and did a finger-licking exercise again, sucking the concoction off manicured digits. 

She said, "Victor needs another beer." 

Josh the bartender stomped off to retrieve another bottle, which he delivered with singular bad grace. When the bottle had been smacked down to erupt on the bar, Joy turned to Victor and said, "Now. Where were we?" and for the next forty-five minutes they made small talk, waiting for Josh. 

It was just about the longest forty-five minutes of Victor's life. 

Joy leaned, touched, exposed, and wriggled. Her shirt opened in buckling fabric waves, showing off her white lacy bra and newly hard nipples. She was obviously turned on, a little buzzed up, and she wanted the show to start. She licked her lips, sucked her straw, and bumped her fine, fine legs against Victor's knees. She whispered, talked, giggled and laughed, and every second she got more and more beautiful and sexually explosive. Victor couldn't sit still and was compelled to shift maddeningly on his seat while Joy watched him squirm, enjoying herself, but in a decidedly amused, not malicious way. She was weirdly friendly and warm, and Victor couldn't figure it out. He made the decision not to care. 

Finally, finally, the excruciating time was up, and Josh the bartender stomped over and said, "I'm out." He glared at Victor. "Let's go." 



The Joy of Joy Ch. 04



Victor stood up.

Joy looked up at him, smiling slightly when she noticed he was obviously staring down her shirt. She said, not to Victor, but out of the corner of her mouth, "We haven't gotten a check."

Justin the bartender huffed and all but stomped back to the register to have a conversation with his replacement. He'd apparently managed to forget to ring them up. He folded his buff arms across his chest, looking dramatically irritated and snapping at a visibly annoyed co-worker.

Victor stood and waited while Joy took a final sip from her glass. She finished up and grabbed his shirt, pulling his face down to her. 

She said, "When we get back to my place don't leave until he's gone." She tilted her pretty head at Justin, indicating with her eyes. 

Victor had a flash that when Joy had suggested this place at work she'd had some kind of plan, or some idea of what was going to happen. He was absolutely dying to know what was really going on, but he decided, with a very great effort, to just not push it. 

Then Justin headed back towards them. As he approached, Joy pulled out her card and handed it to him, smiling. 

She looked at Victor and said, "I got it." Victor almost protested, but she cut him off. She said, "You can pick it up next time," playfully, or maliciously, emphasizing the "next time." 

They were forced to wait a few more minutes while the transaction went through, and while Victor stood Joy carefully reached over, keeping her hand below the bar surface, and felt up his cock. He had to struggle to control himself. Joy laughed and backed off. 

Then Justin came back, this time on the customer side of the bar, and roughly declared, "We're done." He gracelessly continued, "We can take my wheels."

Joy popped up, turned, and touched Victor on the arm. She walked to the exit, swaying on purpose, a catwalk sexy stride that made her amazing hips swivel and sway. Her ass sashayed out the door with the two men following behind, mesmerized and desperate.  

In the parking lot Joy stopped briefly, looked around, then made a striding beeline for a sports style car parked off to the side. Victor realized she knew which car was Justin's. Justin ran, skipping weirdly, ahead of Joy, pressing on a key fob; the car beeped and its lights flashed. 

"Weird," Victor thought. He felt a pleasant buzz and was physically fairly calm, except for being extremely aroused. "Not like him," he thought, watching Justin the bartender fool with the car doors. 

Joy made it to the car and stood by the passenger door, looking at Victor and waiting. She smiled, and Victor had to look her up and down, and had to feel his pounding cock in his trousers. He put his right hand in his pocket to adjust, feeling embarassed again. They were in public, and anyone with half a brain could see what was going on. He shrugged and walked to the car. When he got there Joy opened the door, and when she bent over to get in Victor went out on a limb and palmed her ass through her tight, tight skirt. She giggled and looked back over her shoulder. As she climbed into the tight front seat she accidentally-on-purpose lifted her skirt, and he got a fantastic ogle at her panties. His head did a slight spinning thing, and he had to wait a second, to avoid rubbing his cock inside his underwear. 

Joy popped into the front seat, lifting her knees almost to the dashboard and perching on the very edge of the passenger seat. She slapped the seat surface, hard, with a loud 'smack,' and laughed out loud. Victor glanced in the back seat; it was full of garment bags and parcel post boxes. 

Justin was already behind the wheel starting the engine and putting the car into gear; he had to reach around Joy's legs to reach the shifter, and when his hand went down and moved Joy pressed her legs together around his forearm. Justin's face went red; it was noticeable even in the dark parking lot. He made a noise, a rushing breathing sound, and instead of removing his hand from between Joy's legs he kept it there. 

Victor crammed himself into the seat and just barely managed to get the door shut. There was no question of putting on seat belts; that wasn't possible. As soon as he was in Joy shifted against him, pushing, and he tried to find somewhere to put his shoulders and hands. He watched Justin's hand move up and turn sideways, feeling Joy's inner thigh, and remembering exactly what was going to happen, pressed against the gorgeous woman squished against him and put his right arm around her waist. He felt around a little, and cupped her breasts as Justin pressed his hand into her down below. 

Joy made a short little squealing gasp, and shivered. She turned her head, grabbed Victor's head, and kissed him on the mouth. 

She pulled her lips away and said, "Let's go. My place."

Justin waited for what seemed like a full minute, then stepped on the gas without removing his hand from Joy's crotch. He backed out of the space, and, rummaging crudely between the woman's legs, shifted and romped on the gas. The three of them, squashed in the front seat of the small sports coupe, shifted and rolled as the car roared out of the lot. Joy shouted out a big, delighted laugh and shoved wildly against the two guys. 

Justin sped. He drove way, way too fast. Victor got a little alarmed about their relative lack of safety in the little car, but stopped thinking about it when Joy reached back again and started kissing him on the mouth, rolling her tongue around. He busied his hands again, openly and bluntly reaching for her front and cupping both breasts, playing with her tongue and rubbing against her delectable ass. He felt another hand, and when he looked down he saw he and Justin had brushed fingers; the bartender guy was pawing Joy's boobs as well. 

Victor noted, in between trying not to come in his pants, that Justin didn't ask for any directions. He had to wonder, despite himself, if these two had gotten it on before. The car turned and roared down a dark two lane straightaway, blasting along in the welter of obsolete roads that made up the 'burbs. 

Very shortly a series of apartment or condo developments rose up from bleak and empty ground, towering alone over blank swamps and fields. Lights blinked and parking lots glowed dumbly in an orange glow. 

Joy, pressing against Victor with her body, felt around herself and pulled his chest against her back, turning her head to kiss him while the two men continued pawing her body. Feeling Justin remove his hand from Joy to turn the steering wheel, Victor took the opportunity to lower a hand and deliberately placed his fingers and palm on the crotch of her panties. Joy giggled again, and he could feel soaking wetness on the lacy fabric. 

The car shifted abruptly and threw Joy away from Victor, to almost fall into Justin's lap, head down and ass exposed. Justin reached over and grabbed Joy's ass, pulling up her skirt and feeling between the rounded cheeks, reaching for her pussy. Joy's head rolled around in the driver's lap, rubbing against his belly and crotch while Victor caught himself and grabbed the woman's waist. The two men kind of manhandled the beautiful woman half sprawled on the both of them. 

Then the car was parking and they had apparently arrived. Joy fought away the hands on her body, sat up as best she could, and reached for Victor's door. "Let's get this show inside, boys!" she half shouted, and laughed. She pushed Victor out so hard he almost fell on the pavement. 

Then they were all out of the car, Joy was adjusting her clothes so as not to be nearly naked in the parking lot, and she was pulling Victor along towards a brightly lit building with Justin skipping to catch up. She pulled out a plastic card, from the single tiny pocket in her skirt, and ran to the entry door. She let go of Victor and swiped the card. Joy hopped inside without trying to catch the door; Justin was trailing, and Victor, on reflex, held the door for him. 

Justin said, obviously reflexively himself, said, "Thanks man," then openly caught himself. Victor almost burst out laughing, but Joy was hurrying in the inner hallway towards an elevator. The door opened immediately, and they piled in. Joy pushed a button, turned, and pressed herself against Justin, smushing her boobs on his chest and putting her arms around his neck. The doors closed.

Justin and Joy made out in the elevator, pawing each other. Victor found himself standing by himself behind Joy, and realized things could be very awkward very quickly; but Joy pulled her face away from Justin and reached a hand out for Victor, dragging him close and making a sandwich of herself, standing in the elevator. 

It was unbelievable. She had an amazing body and was respectively soft and firm in all the right places, and the two men pushed, felt up, pawed and rubbed the woman between them for the couple of floors to Joy's apartment. She squirmed and pressed and moaned. As the floor indicator dinged she had her legs apart with Justin pressed between them, and Victor's cock pressing against the fine roundness of her ass. She was breathing hard and moaning softly. 

The door opened and she shoved the men away, whipping her hair around for a second. She ran out of the elevator to an apartment entrance and rushed inside, leaving the door open. Justin and Victor followed, getting stuck briefly in the doorway, Three Stooges-like, trying to both shove in at the same time. 

Then they were in Joy's place. She was turning around in the middle of the living room, or front room, kicking off her shoes and spreading her arms out, looking at the two men in her apartment and smiling broadly. 

They walked towards Joy.



The Joy of Joy Ch. 06



Things immediately got awkward; Joy's position wouldn't allow Victor to fuck her. He knelt directly behind her, trying to slide in, and she pushed back with her stunning ass, but all they could manage was his cock slipping on her pussy lips. That felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. Victor wanted to fuck Joy so bad at that point he couldn't stand it.

He decided to fight a little, and grabbed her hair himself, meeting Josh's hand briefly, trying to disengage Joy's hot mouth from the other man's cock, or at least to change position enough to get his. Joy moaned and wriggled, putting both her hands on the men's hands, pulling them away. She got them free from her hair, and slithered her lips off Josh's cock, slurping loudly. She grasped Josh in her left hand while rubbing Victor's cock on herself with the other; she looked behind her a little, and the gap in time made Victor go wild with desire. 

Joy said, ferociously, "Which one of you pussies is going to fuck me first?"

Victor made his move: he shoved her forward, so that her shoulders impacted against the standing calves of Josh's legs, and looked ever-so-briefly at her gorgeous pussy. He palmed her ass with both hands, then went out out a limb and smacked a round globe experimentally. Joy shrieked, with unexpected volume, and shivered. He looked down at her glistening pussy and smacked again; Joy yelled out, a curse word, and grabbed Josh's legs so hard the man nearly fell over backward.

Victor rocked forward, placed the very tip of his cock at her body, and lunged forward, hard. He buried in her instantly, all the way in, in one bashing thrust.

Joy screamed. She really screamed. Victor was shocked at the noise. He got scared suddenly, that he, them, both the men, were going way, way too far with Joy. But then she shouted out a word, as he retreated, and followed it up.

"Fuck me! FUCKMEFUCK ME! MOTHERFUCKER!"

Victor slammed into her pussy as hard as he could, feeling her almost squishy wetness around his rock hard cock, and the sudden envelopment made him lose his breath. He rolled his head back, and saw Joy flailing at Josh's crotch, grabbing his legs and pulling him down. He heard her say, in an animalistic growl, "Get your cock in my mouth!"

Victor decided, with the brains he had left at the moment, that one person was in control here, and it was neither him, nor Josh. Then he watched while, as he fucked Joy's silky pussy, she took Josh down and got his cock in her mouth again; then the men had her between them, one fucking her pussy, the other fucking her mouth. 

"You want a hot load of come in your mouth? Huh?" Josh said. "You want a hard cock down your throat, lady?" Joy nodded with his cock in her mouth, murmuring while he jammed into her face. The crudity of it shocked Victor again, but she didn't seem disturbed, or at least wasn't fighting, so he continued, digging his palms into her soft, yielding sides, fucking her. He reached around and grasped her swaying tits, cupping the lower sections and stroking the nipples. Josh suddenly shouted out and grabbed her hair, shoving brutally against her chin and nose. 

He yelled, a roar, "SUCK IT, BITCH!" 

He came in her mouth, spurting come down her throat. Joy swallowed and slurped, dribbling saliva and a small amount of come around Josh's cock. He came for what seemed like forever, sliding a spit- and come- coated shaft back and forth in her lips, groaning and swearing as she swallowed and drooled, cooing and warbling deep in her throat. Victor kept feeling her tits as they swung gently, and pinched the hard, large nipples softly, then more roughly. Joy made deep, vibrating moaning noises. He felt himself coming, too quickly, and pulled out of Joy to wait out the spasm.

Joy reached up, removed Josh's hand from her hair, and pitched forward, shoving her incredible ass in the air. "Fuck me, bitch!" she swore, grunting and swaying. "Shove that cock in my pussy, motherfucker!" Victor reached out and slapped her ass slightly, for which she gasped and pushed her round, high-set buttocks at him. He let her waver in the room on her knees while he controlled himself. The moment, the too-soon moment, passed, and he was ready for more of Joy's fantastic body. He grabbed her soft, delicious ass cheeks with clenching hands, dug his fingers in, and pulled himself almost all the way into Joy. "AAHHHH!" Joy screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Victor pulled out almost all the way, feeling the exquisitely sensitive tip of his cock on her lips, and then rammed back into her, hard. She squealed and shrieked profanities as he kicked off a pounding rhythm, violently slamming her pussy. The impacts moved the both of them into the room, skidding on the carpet. Joy's breasts bounced and swayed, and Victor planted one hand on her back, holding her down, and with the other pawed the perfect globes. She was soaking wet and tight. 

Victor looked up, and Josh was stroking his still-slick cock. That man watched, eyes gleaming and tongue slipping around, as Victor fucked Joy, slamming into her again and again. Victor had to groan and swear himself at the feeling, at Joy's incredible, wet pussy. Then Josh knelt down at Joy's side and put a hand on the back of her neck. He leaned down and started talking in Joy's ear, saying dirty little phrases and asking sexual questions.

Josh whispered, saying, "You like being fucked? Huh? You like that cock in your cunt?" 

Joy started nodding and moaning.

"You wanna get gang banged? You like that, you little slut?" Joy wriggled and made deep noises. "We're gonna fuck your pussy till you scream, and then we're gonna fuck your asshole so hard you'll feel cock in the top of your head, bitch."

Victor could feel Joy spasming, feel her body shaking as Josh whispered an entire series of filthy promises to her. Victor slammed his cock into her, then waited, pushing as deep as he could, feeling the wetness and the firm walls of Joy's pussy, fucking her, smushing her ass cheeks against his thighs. Then he yanked back, almost all the way out, and he saw Josh hold Joy on the shoulders, and Victor pounded the absolute fuck out of the woman in front of him, skidding them on the floor, fucking into her as hard as he could manage, breathing heavily with loud panting. Joy started making short, sharp moans that got louder and louder as Josh held her down while Victor fucked her pussy. 

Josh took one hand off Joy and slipped a finger into her mouth. Joy sucked on it, slurping, and it occurred to Victor, in his sex-fueled haze, that he could do one more thing. He sucked on a middle finger, reached down, and gently pressed it between Joy's fabulous, round ass cheeks. The woman groaned, very loudly, at the newest invasion as Victor fucked her pussy and Josh slipped a finger in and out of her mouth. Victor felt her body yield, and in a few seconds he had his thick finger sliding into Joy's ass.

It was the trigger for Joy. She came, hard, shaking violently and thrashing around, shoving roughly back against Victor. She pulled Josh's finger out of her mouth and flopped forward on her face, ass in the air and breasts pillowed on the floor, trembling and gasping with her orgasm. She shuddered, a deep shudder, and Victor felt her pussy lips clamp around his cock. It was too much for him, finally; he couldn't hold it back for one more second, and his cock burst through, spraying Joy's pussy with come. He kept his finger in Joy's ass, fucking her with it, while he bent over her, releasing himself into her body again and again. It was amazing, the best orgasm he'd ever had, so strong it was like being electrocuted, and it built after the first ejaculations and then stopped, just for a brief tick. Victor had time to hear Joy yell, a really loud shout, and he pulled back out completely. His cock flipped in the air, whipping a long ribbon of come on Joy's back and ass; he couldn't stand the feeling of air on his cock and rammed it back inside her pussy, coming desperately. 

He had to catch himself or fall over, and he ripped his finger out of Joy's tight asshole, making her shout out again, and clenched his hands along her sides and back, holding his full weight on her body, shoving her down on the floor to keep on his knees. Then he was done, and he shoved on Joy's body, stuffed the last hardness of his cock back into her pussy, making a slapping sound, and then slipped out of her. He leaned back on his heels, and shook his head. He could hear Joy exclaiming, a shockingly loud series of "AH! AH! AH!" noises. 

Josh was stroking his cock, wrapping a fist around the shaft, and incredibly, getting hard again. Victor had time to think Joy was really going to get fucked tonight, fucked half to death, and in a snap of unexpected nastiness, he raised his hand and smacked Joy's ass, hard, making a cracking sound in the small apartment.

Joy yelled, "UH!" and trembled all over, then rolled back herself, resting her belly on her knees, pillowing her breasts on the carpeted floor. She rocked her head back and forth, swishing her hair on the floor, and stretched her arms straight out in front of her, waiting, Victor guessed, for whatever came next. 

Victor was done for the moment, his cock was shriveling, and he looked down at the scrunched up woman with an empty feeling. He still felt desire, though, and mentally he tried to think of whether he could get it up again. 

He stood up.

Josh stood in front of Joy, dick clasped in one fist, using his other thumb to stroke the tip of his cock, getting himself hard again. Joy was on her knees, folded over, right down on the floor, breasts on the carpet and arms outstretched. She looked weirdly like she was worshiping the man and his cock in front of her, performing an obeisance. The come on her back and ass gleamed in the cheap lighting. 

Victor looked, then walked to the kitchen area and opened the refrigerator, hoping for some booze. He kept an eye on the two, managing to remember Joy's request about not leaving her alone with the other man; he felt protective, somehow, suddenly, and as the blast of cold air hit his naked body from the refrigerator's open door, he felt his cock stir a little. 

There was a bottle of indifferent red wine in the refrigerator. Victor pulled it out and closed the door, stroking his weak cock with one hand and removing the plastic cork with a thumb of the other hand. He took a slug straight from the bottle, watching Josh masturbate in front of the crouching woman. It was a strange, demeaning, yet arousing scene. The wine wasn't very good.

Josh said, "Get on your knees."

Joy fought up, and got ramrod straight, balancing on her knees, thigh muscles showing. Her body arched, and her breasts stood out, perfection, amazing, sexual and stunning. She closed her eyes, swaying and shaky. She put one hand on her pussy, covering herself a little, but her nakedness was thrilling. She was glowing, gleaming. She was beautiful. She stood, almost vibrating, in front of the naked man Josh, eyes shining. 

Victor felt his cock stir some more, and knew he was going to get off again with this woman. 

Josh stood in front of the naked, kneeling woman, stroking his cock; Joy started moving the hand on her pussy, stroking herself. She licked her lips. Josh moved a little closer, moving his crotch almost to her face again. Victor wondered if he was going get sucked again; but Joy stayed more or less motionless, and then Victor wondered if Josh was going to bluntly come all over her face. He watched, slugging on the bottle, waiting, feeling his own cock grow again. 

His cock getting hard again surprised him; that old middle-age getting onto him had had its effects, and it wasn't usual. But the scene in front of him was amazing and weirdly arousing, so much so than he would ever had thought. He rested an elbow on the counter, slugging on the bottle again, and wrapped his cock in the other fist. Josh had a hard, muscled, if sort of fake-ish body, a gym sculpted torso. He was well built, and Joy, of course, was unbelievable. The tableau was arousing in the extreme, and Victor found himself wondering if the physical jealousy of frustrated sex, of watching others fuck while not being part of it himself, wasn't making him more desirous than otherwise. He shook his head.

Joy opened her eyelids a little, moved her vision around the room, and found Victor. She tipped her head back, ever so slightly, and made an almost indiscernible smile. Josh wasn't paying any attention, just standing, apparently displaying himself to the kneeling woman and stroking himself. Joy tipped her head back and tightened her jaw, and then Josh did something Victor couldn't believe, or something Joy wanted or accepted he couldn't believe, or perhaps an act they both did he didn't expect at all.

Josh swung a hand back and slapped Joy on the face, square on the cheek, slapping her face with a fairly noisy 'smack', then did it again. 

Joy's head rolled with the impacts, and her hair flounced around, swishing around her features. When her head came back to position her hair was covering her eyes and mouth, settling in strings and sections down around her face. It obscured her expression, but kept her mouth in view, and her lips parted slightly, and Victor could see the white gleam of her teeth. Her chest heaved, making her astounding breasts poke straight up as she arched her back. 

Victor jumped at the abuse, or whatever it was, genuinely shocked. He couldn't believe what Josh had just done, or what Joy had accepted, and found himself hunching forward, and mentally deciding whether to try to take on Josh to stop him; he had a flash of an image, of two buck naked guys wrestling in the cheap living room over a beautiful woman. 

At that flash, he knew what it was about. It was about Joy. She was playing a game with them both. It wasn't about him, or Josh, or anything else. Joy wanted to see the fight. She wanted the competition. He was sure of it. He knew it. He gasped at the realization, at the manipulation, and the shock made him stand up straight. His gasp was audible, much louder than he thought, and he saw Joy shake her head a little to clear her eyes of hair, and she looked right at him.

The next expression she got was one of taunting lust. She tipped her head back, mouth open, and looked at him, eyelids lazy and sultry, and smiled. Josh kept stroking his cock with a fist, and then began rubbing his belly with the other, standing in front of the apparently passive woman, showing off, or whatever it was he thought he was doing, probably thinking he was in any kind of control here.

Victor shook off the thoughts, and when he came back to present reality his cock was as hard as it had ever been and pounding horribly, uncomfortable and ready to find pussy. He took a final slug off the bottle and set it down. He walked back into the room, padding naked on the carpet, and as he joined the threeway again Joy tilted her head with a look that said, "What took you so long?" 



The Joy of Joy Ch. 07



As Victor walked back into the living room area, Josh reached down and grabbed Joy's upper arms. He dragged her up slightly, and then pulled her towards the simple, big-box store couch. Joy's toes scrambled for purchase on the carpet, and she had to sort of crab walk across the room, awkwardly following, and forced to support herself in Josh's powerful hands. She rolled her head back a little, and looked over her shoulder at Victor. She winked at him.

Josh flung her on the couch, and roughly manipulated her body so that she was sitting upright, back arched again, displaying her perfect tits and legs. Joy spread her thighs, exposing herself, and it looked like Josh might drop to his knees and fuck her from the floor, but he didn't do that. Victor watched, and took another slug from the rapidly emptying bottle of not-so-hot wine.

Victor walked to the side of the couch, politely away from the two others, and stood silently, watching as Josh took the base of his cock in one hand, slid his fingers tight against his body, and flipped his hard shaft in the air a little. Joy opened her mouth, ready to suck him, but Josh reached with his other hand and shoved her back, flinging her against the back cushions of the couch. Then Josh balanced on one foot, and propped a knee on the couch cushions, semi-straddling Joy's body, towering over her. 

Joy flipped her arms over her head and grabbed the back of the couch, resting her head on the top cushions. She spread her legs, and even at a less than perfect angle Victor could see the wetness and come on her lower hair. 

Josh adjusted himself, then bent a little, and contacted Joy's chest with the very tip of his cock, slightly above and between her round, perfect breasts. He slowly rubbed his cock on the woman's body in small circles, sliding and rolling on her skin. He lifted up, facing her, and Joy dropped her head a little; Josh took himself in hand and, as Victor watched in astonishment, slapped Joy's face with his cock. He did it twice on one side, then moved his body and did it again, on her other cheek. 

Joy's mouth opened, and she licked her lips. She extended her tongue out of her mouth, fairly far, and Josh located his cock directly on the very forward part. He slid back and forth, carefully, touching with the horribly sensitive lower tip, riding and rubbing. Josh rolled his head back and moaned softly. He did that for a while, then dropped a little and lowered himself to Joy's exquisite breasts. 

Victor took a small sip from the bottle, watching the show, feeling his own cock growing.

Josh touched a nipple with the head of his cock, rubbing and circling around the aureola, then taking the shaft and sliding along the rounded top of Joy's breast. He slid and masturbated on her skin, half fucking her tit, then moved to the other side and did the same thing. The act was making Josh breath hard, grunting a little in a funny little voice, and Victor watched Joy's expression, which seemed to be a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Josh stopped, then reared up, touched Joy's shoulders, and flopped her over sideways on the couch, straddling her with one knee folded on the junction of the back and seat, the other leg supporting him on the floor. He moved his cock between her tits, put his hands down to them, grasped the outer sides, and pressed them over his hard cock. 

As Victor watched, Josh fucked Joy's amazing tits, sliding his slick cock between the soft, rounded globes, moaning, eyes closed. Joy set her chin down, and as the end of Josh's cock poked out the top of her cleavage, she extended her tongue and flicked the very, very tip with quick little licks. Victor couldn't take it any more and walked to the opposite end of the couch, by Joy's feet, and watched her legs move. 

Then he really couldn't take it any more and set the wine bottle down, cock hard and ready, and quite done watching someone else enjoy Joy. He realized that unlike before, Joy wasn't making any noise, or screaming obscenities. She hadn't made a sound since she'd come. 

Victor moved to the couch, behind Josh, and was faced with that man's ass thrusting on Joy's chest, and as he negotiated his way back into things Joy reached around Josh's body and grasped his ass cheeks, pulling him against her and digging in with her fingernails. Victor reached down and felt the inside of Joy's luscious thigh, and to his pleasant surprise, she shifted a little and positioned herself so he could prop himself over one leg. She extended one leg, and put the other all the way up against the back of the couch. She rolled slightly, with her lower half, and turned sideways. Victor managed to get close, his cock approaching her pussy, and as he watched her shift and squirm, he inched his way into her amazing body again. 

As he got inside, again, he heard Joy gasp, and he got a little light-headed when he felt his own come slipping around the shaft of his cock. He closed his eyes, putting the sight of Josh's pumping ass out of his mind, and shoved into the woman. He heard her exclaim, a soft shriek that he now knew would get a lot louder, and pulled out a little, then rammed in again, feeling the softness of her perfect pussy. Joy yelled. Victor had time to think, "This lady likes being fucked, not played with," when Josh said something. 

Victor opened his eyes. Josh turned his head and said, "Hey! I get some of that pussy! Back off!" 

Victor was kind of surprised and nonplussed; he wasn't sure what to do or how to proceed in the situation they were in. He thought for a second, then decided to acquiesce and be 'a gentleman' about it. He slipped out of Joy, dripping a thin line of his come along her thigh, and stood up again. His cock shined in the room, slick with come and Joy's wetness. 

Josh hopped off Joy's chest and knelt down in front of the couch. Joy glanced at Victor and half-smiled, a look Victor could see Josh didn't noticed at all. She shifted around, got her feet on the floor, and spread her legs wide, displaying herself to the men. She bumped forward, placing her pussy directly at the edge of the couch, ready. 

Josh tipped his head, and he clearly, obviously hesitated. He'd seen Victor's come on Joy's skin and in her hair, and he stopped. He froze like that for several seconds, until Joy said, in a mocking tone, "Well?" 

Josh flushed through his fake tan. He got visibly angry, and bluntly positioned his cock head at Joy's slippery pussy. He closed his eyes, a move Victor found wildly amusing, and shoved straight into the woman. Joy groaned out loud and shook all over. Josh pulled back, dripping wet and come, Victor's come, and slammed back again, making an audible, flesh-to-flesh slapping sound on Joy's thighs. She gasped, sucked in a breath, and when Josh pounded her again she shouted out. Josh went wild.

The tanned bartender pounded Joy hard, slamming into her again and again, fucking her pussy with ferocious abandon. He got sweaty, and dipped slightly to lean over Joy, grabbing the back of the couch for better leverage. He fucked her. 

Joy clamped her eyes shut, moaning in between loud shouts and sexual curses, and came in less than a minute. It was a slamming, jerking orgasm that made her legs jump and flail, and throw her head around until her hair was completely over her lovely face. She shoved her body back against Josh's pounding cock, shivering and shouting, until it stopped, and she gasped with a mouth shaped to an 'O'.

Josh fucked her for a minute or two more, grunting, until he obviously came inside her, slapping into her thighs and shaking. He yelled out, finally, "UH! Fuckin WHORE!" and slipped back out of Joy's pussy to rest his ass on his heels. 

Joy half sat, half laid, sprawling on the couch, legs wide open and pubic hair shining with come and wet. She raised a weak hand and swiped her hair roughly out of her face, and looked squarely at Victor. She smiled broadly. He noticed her face was almost bright red, and her lips were so full they looked like dark lipstick. She had an absolutely beautiful face, and her body, displayed the way it was, made Victor's cock rage in the air of the room. He wanted to touch himself, but decided not to, figuring he'd come too soon, again. 

Josh glanced down at his cock. It was slick and coated with come. He jerked a little, a little shiver, and mumbled something. He jumped up and half-ran to the side hallway. Victor watched him, quizzically, confused, then laughed quietly when he realized Josh was running to the bathroom to clean the come off his dick! He looked back at Joy; she caught his eye and laughed out loud, that throaty, womanly laugh. The sound made Victor's head pound. 

Joy smirked, locking eyes with Victor, her remaining suitor-of-sorts, and lowered one of her hands to her pussy. Victor figured she might stroke herself again, but instead, she slipped a delicate, elegant finger along the lips of her pussy. She rubbed, ever so slightly, then made a come-hither motion, crooking the finger, and when she lifted it it had come all over it. She raised the tip of the finger to her mouth, opened, and sucked the come off with a smiling expression, eyes teasing. Victor's mouth fell open and he almost came in the room without touching himself at all. Then she did it again. She kept doing it, sliding small amounts of come along her lips and licking it off, extending her tongue to taste, and showing off for Victor. 

Josh reappeared, looking around and giving the distinct appearance of discomfort and nervousness. He shot Victor an odd look, and glanced around. He was looking for his clothes.

Joy spoke.

"You guys had your fun. It's my turn. Both of you, get over here."

Victor instantly walked over to face Joy. She stayed on the couch, slumped, hand at her pussy. She started circling her clit. She spoke again, to Josh.

"Get over here, boy, come here. NOW."



The Joy of Joy Ch. 08



Josh turned his head and said, "Hey! I get some of that pussy! Back off!" 

Victor was kind of surprised and nonplussed; he wasn't sure what to do or how to proceed in the situation they were in. He thought for a second, then decided to acquiesce and be 'a gentleman' about it. He slipped out of Joy, dripping a thin line of his come along her thigh, and stood up again. His cock shined in the room, slick with come and Joy's wetness. 

Josh hopped off Joy's chest and knelt down in front of the couch. Joy glanced at Victor and half-smiled, a look Victor could see Josh didn't notice at all. She shifted around, got her feet on the floor, and spread her legs wide, displaying herself to the men. She bumped forward, placing her pussy directly at the edge of the couch, ready. 

Josh tipped his head, and he clearly, obviously hesitated. He'd seen Victor's come on Joy's skin and in her hair, and he stopped. He froze like that for several seconds, until Joy said, in a mocking tone, "Well?" 

Josh flushed through his fake tan. He got visibly angry, and bluntly positioned his cock head at Joy's slippery pussy. He closed his eyes, a move Victor found wildly amusing, and shoved straight into the woman. Joy groaned out loud and shook all over. Josh pulled back, dripping wet and come, Victor's come, and slammed back again, making an audible, flesh-to-flesh slapping sound on Joy's thighs. She gasped, sucked in a breath, and when Josh pounded her again she shouted out. Josh went wild.

The tanned bartender pounded Joy hard, slamming into her again and again, fucking her pussy with ferocious abandon. He got sweaty, and dipped slightly to lean over Joy, grabbing the back of the couch for better leverage. He fucked her. 

Joy clamped her eyes shut, moaning in between loud shouts and sexual curses, and came in less than a minute. It was a slamming, jerking orgasm that made her legs jump and flail, and throw her head around until her hair was completely over her lovely face. She shoved her body back against Josh's pounding cock, shivering and shouting, until it stopped, and she gasped with a mouth shaped to an 'O'.

Josh fucked her for a minute or two more, grunting, until he obviously came inside her, slapping into her thighs and shaking. He yelled out, finally, "UH! Fuckin WHORE!" and slipped back out of Joy's pussy to rest his ass on his heels. 

Joy half sat, half laid, sprawling on the couch, legs wide open and pubic hair shining with come and wet. She raised a weak hand and swiped her hair roughly out of her face, and looked squarely at Victor. She smiled broadly. He noticed her face was almost bright red, and her lips were so full they looked like dark lipstick. She had an absolutely beautiful face, and her body, displayed the way it was, made Victor's cock rage in the air of the room. He wanted to touch himself, but decided not to, figuring he'd come too soon, again. 

Josh glanced down at his cock. It was slick and coated with come. He jerked a little, a little shiver, and mumbled something. He jumped up and half-ran to the side hallway. Victor watched him, quizzically, confused, then laughed quietly when he realized Josh was running to the bathroom off to clean the come off his dick! He looked back at Joy; she caught his eye and laughed out loud, that throaty, womanly laugh. The sound made Victor's head pound. 

Joy smirked, locking eyes with Victor, her remaining suitor-of-sorts, and lowered one of her hands to her pussy. Victor figured she might stroke herself again, but instead, she slipped a delicate, elegant finger along the lips of her pussy. She rubbed, ever so slightly, then made a come-hither motion, crooking the finger, and when she lifted it it had come all over it. She raised the tip of the finger to her mouth, opened, and sucked the come off with a smiling expression, eyes teasing. Victor's mouth fell open and he almost came in the room without touching himself at all. Then she did it again. She kept doing it, sliding small amounts of come along her lips and licking it off, extending her tongue to taste, and showing off for Victor. 

Josh reappeared, looking around and giving the distinct appearance of discomfort and nervousness. He shot Victor an odd look, and glanced around. He was looking for his clothes.

Joy spoke.

"You guys had your fun. It's my turn. Both of you, get over here."

Victor instantly walked over to face Joy. She stayed on the couch, slumped, hand at her pussy. She started circling her clit. She spoke again, to Josh.

"Get over here, boy, come here. NOW."

Josh reluctantly wandered over in front of the couch. Victor stole a sideways look at his crotch; his cock was soft and done, and, he noted, freshly scrubbed. He had to smile a little bit. He caught a brief hint of a girly, feminine soap smell, and realized the air otherwise smelled of come, sex, and bodies. The contrast was striking, and he almost touched himself, but stopped his hand with a great deal of effort. He saw Joy flip her eyes from Josh's resting cock to Victor's raging hardon, and the woman moved the hand on her pussy.

Joy bared her teeth, snarling, a sudden and transforming facial change. She flipped her head back and clenched her teeth, face flushed. She opened her mouth wide, then clapped her teeth together with an alarming 'snap'.

She said, "Touch each other!"

Victor stood, surprised. He hesitated, then looked Joy in the eyes, squarely, and the fierceness of her expression made him suck in a breath; but then he looked deeper, and saw an incredible lust he'd never in his life seen in anyone, man or woman. He looked over at Josh.

Josh was standing, frozen in place, with a very unsure expression on his face. He looked at Victor, and made a unique face, combining confusion, hesitation, and repulsion. He glanced down at Victor's cock, and his lips curled. Victor almost laughed out loud.

Joy said, "Touch each other, you PUSSIES!"

Victor had to laugh. He tried to control it, but couldn't. He couldn't help it. He saw Josh flinch. Victor looked down at Joy, and her body inflamed him, but her eyes, her eyes, tore through him and made him almost crazy. He wanted to consume her. He controlled himself, just barely, and managed a casual shrug.

Victor said, "Hey, it's for the lady, right? What's the big deal? It's nothing to me, man. I'm cool with it." He knew he was taunting Josh, but was pretty sure the other man couldn't tell. He deliberately kept his voice under control, watching Joy's eyes. He saw her flash and then narrow her eyes, squinting in concentration. Her hand moved on her pussy.

Josh flinched again.

Victor shrugged, keeping his eyes locked on Joy's. He found Josh in his peripheral vision and reached out a hand. When his palm touched part of Josh's body, which he realized was a shoulder, he felt Josh jump like a kicked dog. When he did it, he saw and heard Joy gasp out loud. It was some sort of thing for her, he guessed. He could see her hand moving on her pussy, faster. 

Joy stammered, "Touch, touch, each OTHER!" She flipped her eyes to Josh. 

The arousal in her face made Victor flinch this time. He swiveled his head to look at Josh. When Josh caught him back, the other man worked his jaw in some combination of inner turmoil, discomfort, and likely fear. Victor deliberately shrugged again, and made a sideways face that said, he hoped, "Whatever, huh? It's nothing." Then he pointedly looked back at Joy. After several long seconds he felt an extremely tentative touch on his own shoulder. It felt like maybe two fingers. He almost laughed again, but kept it in, focusing on Joy's body. 

Joy snarled again. 

"TOUCH! EACH! OTHER! Come on, you mother fucking PUSSIES!"

Josh apparently gave up, and put his palm on Victor's shoulder. It felt cold and clammy, and wasn't arousing in the least. Victor moved his hand across Josh's shoulder in a casual gesture and slid down to the other man's chest; his reward was a stiffening of Josh's body, which was embarrassing and exasperating, but the second part of the reward was watching Joy's eyes flash and her free hand, which had been draped on the couch, move to her breasts, fondling her amazing body. 

Joy masturbated while Victor moved his hand on Josh, and Josh very, very carefully placed his palm on several parts of Victor's upper body, carefully not looking at anything at all. It reminded Victor of an old story from a children's book, about blind men feeling an elephant. He wanted to put his hand on his cock, but figured if he did Josh would absolutely freak out. Joy continued masturbating, mauling her own tits and pinching the nipples, sprawled on the couch and gasping, getting ready for an orgasm. Victor wanted to see that, very badly, and wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize the experience. Then Joy's body stiffened, and he knew she was about to do it. He waited, and then Joy opened her mouth and shouted.

"KISS each other!"

Josh's hand flew off Victor. He said, "What?"

Joy stiffened again, and her eyes dropped to Victor's cock. "KISS EACH OTHER!"

Victor looked over at Josh. The man was so obviously horrified Victor had to use every last bit of his self-control to avoid either laughing at or punching him. With the last shred of control he shrugged and said, "Whatever. It's her thing, man." He reached over, grabbed the back of Josh's neck, and pulled the man to his face. Josh was so shocked he was frozen into inaction, and, keeping his eyes locked on Joy's shuddering body, Victor brought the other man close and kissed him on the mouth, with carefully closed lips. 

Joy shouted out, a roaring "AHH!" and with his lips locked on Josh's, Victor saw Joy come. Josh got his presence of mind back and shoved Victor away; he wiped his mouth with his forearm, with an absolutely priceless expression on his face, and Victor instantly put the other man from his mind. He also had time to think, "I believe that's the worst kiss I've ever had in my life."

Joy rolled over, shaking, eyes closed, flailing, coming violently and thrashing. She shrieked, a scream, high pitched and piercing. She stopped momentarily, then flipped back on her ass, legs spread, and muttered, "Get it in me! Get it in me!"

Victor instantly dropped to his knees, shuffled forward, and buried his cock in Joy's slick, welcoming pussy. As soon as he was in her she yelled, loudly, some burbling profanity, and came again, hard. She flipped forward to wrap her arms around his neck, clenching and digging into Victor's body with her fingernails and shouting exclamations. He could feel her pussy clamping around him again and again, tightening, and it was difficult to move back and forth, until he felt his cock take control and ejaculate. He grabbed Joy and pressed her body close, pillowing her tits on him, while she screamed and came, shaking and tearing at his body. 

Victor came inside Joy; it wasn't as good as the first time, but the feeling was tremendous regardless. He waited it out, waiting for Joy to come down, and after several shocks that made her claw into him painfully, she stopped, stiffened one last time, and relaxed like a rag doll, finished. 

He slipped out of Joy. As soon as he did she rolled over into a fetal ball on the couch, knees to her chest, folded up, murmuring incoherently, eyes closed. Victor sat back, watching. Then he heard a noise.

When he turned around, he saw Josh pulling his shirt over his head, otherwise dressed. When his head popped through the collar, Victor saw the most hysterical, uncomfortable, comedic face he thought he'd ever seen. He thought, "THAT is priceless." Josh caught him looking, and made a defensive, angry but unsure face. He acted as though he was going to say something, but clenched his lips shut, shook his head in an exaggerated expression of disgust, and made for the door. He had his hand on the knob when he turned, opened his mouth, and apparently decided to say something after all.

Josh said, "You're SICK."

Victor shrugged and said, "Whatever, man." He didn't care. It had nothing to do with Josh; it was all about Joy. If he couldn't wrap his head around that, well, he thought, "Fuck him." Josh pulled the door open and scuttled out. 

Victor stood up, and felt very naked all of a sudden. His soft cock was coated in come, and wetness and semen was splattered all over his crotch and belly. He looked down at Joy; she was still curled up on the couch, naked and moaning softly. Victor looked around, located one of the throws he'd seen before, and snapped it open. He covered Joy with it. The woman gripped a corner and pulled it to her chin, tucking her feet into the other end, cocooning herself. She kept her eyes closed. Victor watched her for a while. She was out of it, completely. 

He decided to take a shower himself; he felt the smells on his body, and the come on his lower half was getting dry. He didn't bother taking any clothes with him; he picked up the wine bottle and headed to the bathroom, Joy's bathroom, to wash up.



The Joy of Joy Ch. 05



The main room was really bare. The unit was small, with an attached kitchenette-type thing. There was one sofa in a light beige color that came close to matching the whitish carpet, one overstuffed chair in the same color, and a couple of fabric throws for color. That was it, except for a flat-screen TV hung on the wall. There wasn't even a rug. One single halogen floor lamp glowed, bathing the stark room in something approaching warmth, but otherwise the place barely looked inhabited. There were packing boxes in one corner, magic markered with room names: kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. 

Joy sauntered in front of the two men, eyes heavy lidded, swaying and moving her arms gently. She shifted her eyes from Josh to Victor and back again.

Then she flung herself at Josh, shoving against him as he moved forward, nearly tipping him over. She laughed, a loud, unexpected sound, almost braying or mocking. Josh laughed himself, but his laugh was slightly nervous and uncertain; he grabbed her waist and hugged her up to him. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her, and she opened her mouth and came right back, and then they were tonguing each other, sloppily making out in the living room. She pawed his chest and grabbed his ass, clutching hard, and shoved her body against him. He responded by running his hands on her ass in turn, pressing her breasts against him. 

She broke away and said, almost shouting, "We gonna fuck or what?" and laughed, head thrown back. She said, for no apparent reason, "Mother fucker."

Joy turned to Victor and looked, chin turned down. 

"You want some too?" Joy winked in such an exaggerated way Victor had to laugh, and he walked across the room to the standing couple, stepping behind Joy; she shoved her ass back towards him, and then the three of them were pressing against each other, the two men making a sandwich of the woman, like in the elevator, with her thrusting and shoving against their bodies and rubbing her hands on them in turn.

Victor reached around and cradled Joy's large, firm breasts, flicking where he thought the nipples might be, and Joy groaned loudly, muttering sexual curses. 

"Come on!" she said, crudely, and shoved Josh away forward, and bashed her hot ass against Victor to back him away. 

"Come on!" she stage-shouted, and reached for the bottom hem of her tight, fitted white shirt. Ripping off the top, she revealed a pair of delectable, round and high-set boobs held in a shining white pushup bra. 

Josh rolled forward and grabbed Joy's waist, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt, and yanked, hard. She shrieked with laughter and wiggled out of the garment; the black, stretchy tube dropped down to the floor, and Joy was wavering in the room, shoeless, clad (if that's the word) in a supremely sexy bra top and skimpy thong panty with a thick back strip that separated her ass cheeks like two perfect globes. She was incredibly hot, especially for a thirtyish woman with a teenage kid. 

Victor stepped to her again and tipped her head back, kissing her on the mouth and wrapping his tongue around hers; Josh bent his left elbow and fondled a perfect tit, then lowered his right hand to stroke the soft mound of Joy's pussy. 

She loudly exclaimed: "UUHH!" and then dropped to her knees.

Joy tugged at Josh's pants, reaching behind her to find Victor's body as well. She found Victor's erection contained in his cheap work pants, and giggled, stroking his cock while Josh unzipped and rolled the waistband of his trousers down. 

"Oh yeah, let me see your hard pricks," Joy said, her eyes shining. She ended the sentence with a high-pitched and very loud shriek of delight. The two men complied, both dropping trousers and displaying cocks, directly at mouth level with Joy, Josh in front, Victor behind. She wriggled and giggled, writhing and swaying back and forth on her knees, shifting on the carpet and bracing her hands on her thighs. 

Victor took a quick glance at his competition's unit, and was somewhat unsurprised to see Josh had shaved his crotch completely. He remembered a 'trick' from some magazine that said shaving pubic hair made cocks look longer; he supposed Josh had tried it. He unexpectedly found himself comparing, and knew his cock was thicker but shorter. 

"Oh well," he thought. 

Joy looked back over her shoulder and caught him looking at Josh's lower half. She opened her mouth in a wide, lascivious smile, and laughed, a deep, womanly, amused noise from deep in her body. 

She said, "...You mother fuckers going to get some or what?" She laughed again.

Josh moved closer to the woman kneeling in front of him, stripping off his shirt to reveal a galloping tribal tattoo all over his chest, complete with unlikely Asian characters. 

Josh said, roughly, "You want a dick in your mouth, little lady? You want a cock in your hot, sweet mouth?" 

Joy's expression brightened like a lamp turning on; she said, joining in the game, "Yeah, yeah, I want a hard cock in my fucking mouth." She dramatically and nastily licked her shining lips, coating them with saliva and humming deep in her throat. 

She said, shockingly, "Pump that hot come down my throat." She waited while Josh stroked his cock, inches from her mouth. Joy said, growling, "Fuck me in the face." 

Josh moved closer yet. "Come on, motherfuckers, DO me," Joy said, reaching for Josh.

The two men's cocks poked into the warm air of the room, facing the gorgeous woman resting on her knees, fine legs showing off, joining toned and tanned thighs and ass. Victor wanted to touch himself, but knew he'd better wait. His cock was throbbing so strongly he knew if he so much as waved at it he'd blow, and it was way too soon.

Josh rocked forward first, moving his cock to Joy's face, and the gorgeous, writhing woman grabbed the base of his cock and shoved her wet mouth over the shaft; she instantly and shockingly deep-throated him, taking his entire cock into her mouth and vibrating her throat. Slurping noisily, she pumped her face over his hard, throbbing penis, groaning and wobbling on her knees. Josh groaned out loud and took a handful of her hair, thrusting in and out, rocking on his heels.

After a few seconds Joy reached up, disentangled his hand, and ripped off him, drooling down her chin and leaving a string of saliva to drip down onto her heaving tits. Josh moved a little and she went back for him, laughing deeply, and covered his cock with her sucking lips, performing magic on him all over again. Josh roughly grabbed her head and wrapped a couple of fingers in her hair; she moaned over his cock and relaxed a little, and he proceeded to fuck her in the face, almost pounding into her, ball sac bouncing some against her chin.

She wriggled and vibrated, shoving her ass into the room. 

Victor watched, hypnotized, watching the sight of two attractive people fucking right in front of him; it was like a real life porno movie and he couldn't believe it. The room felt hot. Then he came back to himself, and moved for the woman.

He knelt behind her, touching her thighs with his, and pawed her body. He slithered his hands on her back, and, moving down, slipped a finger down the crack of her ass and pressing against the bud. Joy pushed her ass back against him, moaning, while sucking Josh and humming deeply. Victor could feel her body vibrating.

Josh fucked the beautiful head below him, moaning out exclamations of filthy enjoyment: "Oh yeah, woman, suck that cock! Suck it! Come on, pussy, get that head down your throat like a fucking whore!" 

Victor felt a weird sense of alarm, thinking Joy was being humiliated, but she didn't seem to object to the words or treatment, so he relaxed and resumed feeling her body. He hooked a finger in her bra strap, pulling gently, and reached around to paw her tits. He heard a very loud moaning and realized she was completely into everything going on. 

Josh ripped his cock out of her mouth. Joy's eyes rolled in her head, and he released her; she opened her mouth, drool trickling down the corners of her mouth, and exclaimed, "Fuck my mouth! Fuck me!" Josh returned to their act, shoving his cock down her throat. 

Victor unhooked Joy's bra, at the same time touching the very junction of her ass cheeks with his cock. The woman pushed back against him, and all he could feel in a blast of electricity was the smoothness of her skin and the warmth of her body. 

He let go of the bra; when he did Joy slipped her arms around and let it fall on the floor. Victor, lost and frantic, grabbed the sides of her sexy, beautiful thong, and yanked down. Joy flicked and shifted with her knees while Josh continued fucking her mouth, mumbling dirty phrases and sexual insults. Joy raised one knee, then another.

Then she was completely naked, and Victor palmed her ass and moved in, blind and deaf to anything but the promise of sliding deep into Joy's body.



The Joy of Joylene



The counter was steady, much more steady than my feet, or was the floor filled with marbles? Somehow it was impossible to walk straight, but leaning against the counter made it easier to stand up for a moment. I looked around but the bar was filled with smoke, actually making my eyes dry, itching and the air was heavy to breath. What was going on here? Was I really that drunk after two glasses of whiskey, or was I going insane? Was it allergic perhaps? I moved slightly, and people looked at me with disgust. I tried to explain that my head was clear as crystal, but my body just wouldn't respond to the commands my brain was sending out. I heard my own deep dark moaning as I tried to speak, and suddenly I felt the counter slipping from my hand, as I fell to the dirty floor. I could see it rushing towards my face in an increasing pace, and I thought "This will hurt". 

- - - - -

The roof was white, with a rather long crack going from the wall near my head towards the center of the room where it disappeared into nothingness. I looked at the crack realizing that it was moving from side to side, from crisp sharp to utterly blurry, and I closed my eyes again. I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes again. The crack was still there, but more or less motionless this time. My head felt to small, or had my brain grown from learning something new? I couldn't tell which, just saw my eyesight get redder with every beat of my heart. I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore, and everything turned black. 

My dream was short, a faint memory of a kind smile, an analgesic drug, a glass of water and the emptiness in the black void of my thoughts again. I opened my eyes, the crack was still there, this time motionless, slightly blurry but there, getting sharper with each breath. 

"You are awake." 

A warm female voice suddenly broke the silence, the voice of an angel which made me cold in my stomach, empty in my chest. Was I dead? Thinking back I could recall the floor coming towards my face, and the darkness after that. Did I really fall and break my neck? I found myself staring at the crack as if it was the threat of my own life, and how it disappeared close to the center of the room. Was this heaven or hell? I couldn't tell, I just couldn't tell. 

A shadow came over me, and I thought that it was the answer: I was in hell. The shadow suddenly smiled at me, and as my eyes adjusted to reality I saw the face of a woman appear in the shadows of her long dark brown hair. Her eyes were brighter than any I had seen before, and with her eyes in mine I could hear her speak softly with her angels voice. 

"I was worried that you were seriously injured." 

Injured? Her voice came like a blanket over me, warming me instantly and I began to realize what had happened. I had become drunk, although I only drank two glasses of whiskey I must have rushed it, and I hadn't eaten anything before that either. The alcohol must have jumped up in my head in no time, and knocked me down like a baseball bat. 

"You're probably wondering where you are. You're in my apartment, just around the corner from the bar where you injured yourself yesterday. My name is Joylene." 

I looked at her face as she sat down next to me. The sunlight from the window lit up her face and I saw how her eyes became brighter in her dark skinned frame. I was a bit surprised, but her calm voice made me feel at ease. I looked into her eyes, and tried to talk, but nothing came out right. She placed her finger on my lips, and smiled. 

"You had to much to drink yesterday, and no one else would even bother to look if you were all right or not. When you didn't wake up, I checked your pockets for an id, but you were not carrying any, so I had two of my friends carry you to my apartment. You have been sleeping about 20 hours, so you had me worried." 

I moved my hand towards her, but couldn't move it far. When my hand fell down it landed on her naked thigh, and I felt her smooth skin against my fingertips. She smiled as she placed her hand on mine, and caressed the back of it. 

"20 hours?" 

My voice was dry like the driest Martini, and the olive was stuck in my throat. 

"Yes, it's already getting late. It's Saturday, and you can stay here until tomorrow to gain your strength back." 

Her angel voice was the last thing I heard before my eyelids became to heavy. 

- - - - -

I laid motionless as the warmth wrapped me with it's security. The waves of motion in the air was rocking me as I rested, the sound of music in the distance. All was there to enhance my peace as if nature wanted to treat me with it's best after the errors I had made. I watched the red sun go down in the horizon as it was about to vanish beyond the ocean ridge the music got more intense, the beat got heavier and the vocals got darker, more guttural. The sun remained hanging on the edge, pulsating with it's intense red light, and the ground began to move underneath me. 

I opened up my eyes. The room was dark only lighted by the red neon signs from the street outside, music beating from a nearby disco. "Where am I?" was the question my mind was trying to answer with the little input the room gave. Slowly, as the pace of the rocking bed, the memories of a kind woman took form, the gentle smile, the sparkling eyes, the warmth of her hands. In the middle of all memories, a sharp unavoidable yet indescribable knowledge: the bed was rocking? I tried to understand the cause, as my eyes started to adapt to the darkness of the room and the flashing red light. I wasn't alone in bed was the conclusion to my dizzy observations. The woman was laying a few inches from my left shoulder, actually using my left arms as her pillow, laying on her back moaning silently as her body moved uncontrollably. The situation was unreal, almost embarrassing, yet without a movement, I remained still gazing at this beautiful woman as she kept on moaning next to me. 

"Forgive me." 

Her whisper wasn't meant for me, it was spoken to someone else, perhaps a religious God or a dream lover. Her body stopped moving, as she tried to regain control over her panting breath. I watched in the corner of my eye as she tried to be still, but then without saying a word, she turned towards me, placing her cheek on my shoulder, pulling her knee up over my leg, and as her knee came to meet my crouch I felt for the first time how much my body had reacted to her play. All I could do was hope that she didn't notice it too. For moments that seemed like an eternity, my ears were concentrated on her breathing, and it remained peaceful and even, no apparent change, in the next moment I felt her knee rubbing my hard member. Gently at first, then more and more intense, and with my concentration still on her breathing I could hear that she wasn't disliking it, nor intended to stop. Her breath became deeper, breathing through her open mouth, intentionally or not, straight over my left nipple. 

I could feel her hand move nervously, then stop, move again, stop. Lower and lower each time, until it reached my thigh. I could almost hear her thoughts as she fought herself whether or not to continue, and suddenly her wicked side won as her hand took the place her knee had just moments earlier, graceful and considerate. Her fingers surrounded the thin fabric that was separating her hand from my growing pole. I opened my eyes just so much that I could see her, yet knowing that to her I would appear to be sleeping, and her dark skin was steaming in the red light. I laid motionless feeling as her fingers were exploring my growth, by barely touching forcing me to grow even more until the head reached out into her fingers. I closed my eyes, and felt my heart pounding in my chest as her fingers kept touching the soft surface of the head. I couldn't risk looking, and my nerves where like strings on a violin. I felt her moving slightly next to me, suddenly feeling her tongue on my nipple, circling it slightly before she moved out of bed, letting go of my body. 

I could hear her move away from the bed, and the sound of running water from the kitchen or bathroom. I opened my eyes again, gazing towards the sound, and saw her walk to the bed again. She was wearing a thin red baby doll, or perhaps it was white colored by the red light. Her eyes were glowing in the dark even during those moments when the neon lights weren't lit, making her look almost possessed. She walked towards me, gracefully as a cat, still with some hesitation in her steps. As time passed she finally stood by my feet, still unaware of the fact that I was awake and watching her through the narrow opening between my eyelashes. I watched her kneel and like a panther slowly move up between my legs. The blanket was still covering my lower body, but I could feel her pulling it down, revealing more and more of my naked body until I could feel the air cooling my thighs a bit. I could see her eyes fixed on my crotch and she moved slowly closer until she could sit on her knees before she began to lean down. 

Leaning on her hands next to my hips, she came closer and closer to my manhood, moving slowly not to wake me. Her wavy dark brown hair fell down on my thighs, covering the lights from outside to reach her face, and I saw the darkness reach my crotch. Her nose touched the thin fabric of my pants, and I could hear her inhaling. For a while that was all she did, just took my scent into her care. I was amazed about her boldness, but also the way she inhaled me as if I was some sort of drug. For a long time she kept inhaling me, her breath getting deeper with each breath, at the same time as she began to rub her nose against me, in small circles. It was a mysterious ritual she was performing, but so erotic, so passionate, so intriguing and I couldn't help feeling my manhood growing beneath the tip of her nose. I began to rise for her, and as she moved in wider circles, she suddenly touched the head, which felt like a bolt of lightning through my body. Yet she didn't react to my body's movement as she continued to rub her nose against me. I could feel her hands moving over my hips, and her slender fingers pulling my pants down underneath my balls, her nose holding my cock down towards my stomach. 

She moved back, and as her face came into the light, I could see that her eyes were fixed on my erected cock. She was licking her lips, making them soft and moist, while her fingers were gathering in my groins, her thumbs caressing my balls gently, moving to press the root of my standing pole. Her fingers working around the base of the growth, as she gently lean forward again, opening her full lips, and before her face was covered in shadow, I saw the tip of her pink tongue reaching out to greet me. She moved her fingers slightly, changing the angle of my cock, so that the tip of her tongue met the nerve underneath my head, and slowly she began to lick it, up and down the half inch long area. I could hear her moaning as she tasted me, and I closed my eyes enjoying her touch and trying not to show her any signs of me being awake. The situation was so unreal, yet I wouldn't want it to stop. 

"Turn on the light." 

Her whisper was like a shiver in my spine, but it was inevitable. She knew that I was awake. How long had she known? I moved my right hand slowly up to the nightstand, found the a switch and a pale light began to glow above my right shoulder. The soft light forced the shadows from her face, and she smiled as she continued to lick the small area underneath the head. I looked at her, greeted her smile and licked my dry lips. 

"Don't say a word, don't move an inch, please." 

She was pleading like a thief catch in the middle of the act, yet with a glow in her eyes that said more than her words did. They told me that even a word from me now would break the magic spell, and neither one of us wanted that to happen, so I remained silent, only to lean my head back into the pillow as her tongue began to circle my head. With no reason to cover my reactions, I moan from the depths of my throat. 

"Yes, it feels so good." 

Her voice like a sensual whisper of thick cotton against my ears, at the same time triggering the back of my spine with magical intent, making me grow even more in her slowly moving fingers. The words coming from her like a ritual from a strange religion, yet so familiar to her, and spoken without hesitation. Spoken in perfect tempo, in a dark voice to enhance the expectation, the feelings, the weave of passion in my loins and I feel how my head is aching as her fingers darts areas around my cock and balls. 

"High love of you Goddess, let your powers work through me your humble servant to convert this unknowing soul. Let your strength and wisdom guide me in the act that I'll do in your honor, and let all of your undying passion be shared in the flesh this room holds. Let my womb be your tool in the ceremony of love until it is blessed with the cream of love in my innermost sanctuary." 

Her preaching made me grow with every syllable, and her fingers kept making me harder. The pale light in contrast to the flashing red light was electrifying. My body was tense from all reasons possible, with this incredibly desirable woman kneeling between my legs, her devilish fingers making me harder, larger than ever before. The head of my cock was shining between us, and she looked into my eyes as the words kept coming from her mouth. 

"For you lover I deliver all of my given love to please you and to drain you from all of your juices. Your body will obey all my commands as the Goddess will give me all the skills of love making in each movement of my body." 

While she was speaking, she leaned down towards my raised hips, and met my cock with her lips in a perfect match, and with that her words stopped as her tongue feathered my cock with rapid light brushing movements. Our eyes were fixed in an invisible bond, as a tight thread between them forcing our eyes to remain in each others. My breath was as rapid as the speed of her tongue and I almost felt nearby fainting as she stopped. 

She placed the tip of my cock against her forehead, letting it slowly move down her nasal bone, and with her slow motion my breath calmed down. Her lips met my cock and I saw how I began to disappear in between her lips, met by her demanding tongue and I tried to lower my hips to the bed, but I couldn't. Her mouth was all I could see, all I could think of, and the thought and sight of her lips sliding further and further down the shaft was all that existed. Her lips stopped when she had taken in half of me, placing her hands on my legs, and forcing me down to the bed, letting me slide out. The sheets felt slightly cold against my lower back. 

My chest hurt and I pushed my head back into the pillow. Breathing was almost impossible, the air felt cold and rough as I inhaled and exhaled. She smiled at me as her lips left my cock, and she began to whisper again, that hot sensitive whisper that penetrated every cell of my body. 

"I've seen the expectation in your eyes. Your going to be rewarded eventually, your flesh will sink deep into me and you will unavoidably spray your nectar into my flower." 

She began to move upwards while continuing to drive me nuts with her voice. 

"Afraid that I'll make your thick cock chocolate brown? My flower caressing every area of your manhood, giving it the color of my dark brown skin, marking it forever?" 

I could hear how my breathing stopped as her words spread through me, feeling at the back of my head as the short hair began to rise, and suddenly her mouth against mine as she kissed me passionately. Her lips broken contact, and she whispered as she moved even further up. 

"Don't worry lover, I'm as pink inside as any of the white ladies you've seen. See for yourself." 

She turned around, and sat down on top of my face, her legs parting more and more. Her musky scent covered my face and I heard her say with a slight shiver in her voice. 

"Taste me." 

The sweetness of her mouth returned to my eagerly waiting manhood, and I felt her hand surrounding my shaft. Before I had even had the chance to enjoy the heat of her shaved passion, I moaned out loud when she began to forcefully stroke my cock with the head between her lips. I lifted my hands to her hips, and my face to her darkness. With my nose, I parted her to open find the treasures, and I felt her juices against my lips. She was wet, extremely wet, feeling her juices flow down my chin and neck. Her intense treatment of my cock continued but I felt her stop when my tongue found her smooth clit. She tasted a mix of sweet, sour and strawberries, and as I began to teasingly lick she forced herself down into my face. 

"Please, I can't wait no more." 

I lowered my hands to her breast, and began to lick her fully and forcefully while my hands cupped her breasts, kneading them with her nipples between my fingers. She rested on top of me, motionless as she received all I gave, and I could feel her breath against my cock. The more I licked, the more I needed to lick her as if it was a drug I was addictive to. The smooth surface of her hard clit, the surrounding walls, and the warm juices flowing from her with each lick was tantalizing to an extreme level. I found myself panting into her elegant pussy, feeling my chin against her shaved vulva. 

"Oh God." 

The words came from my mouth without any hesitation. 

"No, I'm your Ebony Goddess, and you're doing aaaaallll that soooooo ......." 

The strength in her voice just vanished in a loud moan. I felt her thighs shivering against my cheeks, against my shoulders and her hot breath against my cock. Suddenly she moved away from my face, quickly moving down to my hard cock, and with her back to me she sat down over my hips. With shaking hands, she guided my cock to her wet pussy, and she screamed out as her tight hole was filled. She placed her hands on my thighs, and began to ride me quickly. Our union laying in the red light showing me everything of her luscious body engulfing me over and over again. Her hair flying around her head, reacting to each of her dark groans. 

Finally moving from my horizontal position, I grab her shoulders with my hands, sitting up behind her, I move her to the side, still with her wrapped around me, I reach around her, filling my hands with her breasts I begin to ram myself up into her demanding pussy. Finally, I find words in my mouth, and with each paced thrust into her a word slips from my throat. Words coming in short sentences, without thought. 

"Oh Joylene. It feels so good. You pussy is so hot. I'm so horny. I want you. I want to cum. I want you. I want to look at you." 

With a sigh from us both, I changed her position so that she laid on her back, as I was just moments earlier, and I stood on my knees between her legs, holding her ankles in my hands. With my eyes in hers, time stood still for a moment before I felt her hands guide me to her heat again. 

"Come on lover, give me all of you." 

I began to thrust into her, over and over again, licking her feet as I kept looking into her dark eyes. The salty taste of her toes made me feel virile. The dark woman was like a slender panther that I needed to tame, and each thrust got us both closer to the goal. The instance when fire and ice, water and earth, air and vacuum suddenly united in a glorious fusion. I release her ankles, watching her pull her legs to her sides, making her legs stand tall as dark pillars of protection next to the temple of her love. Leaning on my arms, I came closer to her and I watched her mouth open silently before she wrapped her legs around me and screamed out. Her pussy started to cramp around me, eagerly sucking me deeper into her, and with a few short thrusts her walls caresses made me explode. Ever string in my muscles forced me into her, and for a moment my orgasm waited causing my loud scream before the release finally came over me. I could feel my muscles contracting to force all of my white cream into her screaming body. 




The Joy of Joylene



As our orgasms began to release the primal grip of our bodies, the strength in my body vanished with it. I laid down in her arms, and I could hear her crying silently. The sounds of the street was rocking us to sleep again, and I moved to her side, holding her tight in my arms as we both vanished into the soft pillows and the shared dreams of dreamland.



The Joy of Joysticks



My heart swelled with joy as soon as I pushed open the double doors and walked into the dark, yet vibrantly colored arcade. The place was huge with at least forty or fifty machines in the first room and multiple hallways leading to more. Their screens flickered with retro glee and the air filled with their delightful sounds of beeps of bloops. I did not believe that there could still be such a busy and well-stocked arcade in this day and age, but I was proven to be wrong. There seemed to be games from all eras and places, from some late seventies pixelated classics to weird looking Japanese games that were full of vividly animated cute cats and overly muscular golden haired men. And it all was just a ten minute walk from my dorm!

My roommate Nicole, who I drug along with me on my expedition, seemed far less impressed. In fact, her expression could easily be described as infinitely annoyed, confused, and horrified. "Petra, why the hell did you bring me here," she asked with a disgusted tone.

I looked at her blankly with my arms crossed. She probably had a series of preconceived notions about arcades and the people who hung out there. That or all the blinking lights were giving her a headache, which in that case, I had some aspirin in my purse. I could feel her silent judgment of me, probably making base assertions about my social life and hobbies. In truth, she actually didn't know the half of it. 

Growing up, I was the only sister of five brothers, so I was rather used to video games and other things stereotyped towards boys. I was never a true tomboy, but there was one area of interest that we all shared. Our weekend trips to the arcade were a highlight of my Saturdays. We would spend hours pumping quarters into the litany of machines. I spent countless days of my youth earning high scores, beating huge bosses, and occasionally winning plushies from claw machines. Sadly, that local arcade was also kind of a dismal den of nightmares. It was located in the old mall that no one ever went to and was maintained by an overly wrinkled man with the creepiest mustache ever grown. In fact, half the time, most of the machines were out of order or smelled too bad to use.

"I didn't know what this place would be like," I finally responded. "At my local arcade, it was never wise to go by yourself."

"Well, it seems perfectly safe," Nicole said, "which means that I am getting the hell out of here to, you know... do stuff normal people do. Buh bye!" She then promptly fulfilled her statement by rushing out the doors as fast as any human possibly could.

I merely grimaced and sighed. All the old stereotypes about these kind of things were super tiring to me. My friends in high school made fun of me for hanging out in that sad old arcade all the time. Even after graduating from high school and going to the local college, I still got flack for my hobby, even from those commonly considered nerds. I finally transferred to a a bigger school, but I guess there were still going to be people like Nicole clinging to the same old ideas. For example, not all men who hung out in arcades were creepy losers who have never been with a woman. Of course, the two men who played Pac-man stared at me like I was some sort kind of headless ghost. I ignored them and started to check out the inventory.

They had all the old games that I grew up playing, even the obscure ones. Still, I had yet to come across the one that had consumed most of my free time back home. That game in question, of course, was "Punch Masters 3." They had plenty of different fighting games, even the terrible original "Punch Masters," but the third entry seemed absent. It was the most popular and best one! How could they not have it?

I noticed a small gathering in the the side room of the arcade. The patrons talked in hushed tones among themselves while surrounding a single machine. A huge window lined the back of the room, though it was tinted to obscure excess light. I smirked as I saw Nicole sitting on a bench out front, furiously fidgeting with her phone, probably playing a game, ironically. Due to my distraction, I nearly ran into a rather rotund man without realizing it. The embarrassing moment caused me to stop and focus on the sounds filling the room. I recognized them immediately. It was my beloved Punch Masters 3.

About twenty men were gathered around it, ten of them forming a line for the second player's slot. In the first player's position was a tall and lean man with a short and well groomed beard that was night black. On continue appraisal of his physical features, his muscles were well toned and his ass was quite lovely in the tight pair of jeans he was wearing... not that I was staring or anything. 

His hands moved quickly in almost zen like precision. What I witnessed on the screen sent a chill through my bones. The man was using Boxton the Bull, a rather large and imposing character in the game. What he did with Boxton was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Player one was not giving player two any opportunity to attack. Every time player two tried something, this man retorted with the right combination to knock his enemy back. Within thirty seconds, player one won without taking a single hit. I had always avoided Boxton due to the character's slow speed, but player one controlled him like he was human lightning.

Upon defeat, player two retreated with his head hung low. At least player one didn't gloat about, instead patting his fallen opponent on the back and saying "maybe next time, buddy" in a mostly sincere tone. The next guy in line stepped up and he seemed actually scared. Player one picked a character even slower than Boxton and beat the new challenger in less than fifteen seconds.

Saying I was intimidated would have been an understatement. I watched as challenger after challenger stepped up to take down player one, only to be beaten in no time. Some brave souls even went back for seconds, only to be beaten even quicker than they were in their first defeats. This went on for a good hour with no sign of slowing down. Despite player one's dominance, the line did not wither. In fact, there always seemed to be new people willing to take on player one... only to fail miserably.

The short man next to me seemed to have been checking me out, more interested in my visuals than the ones in the game. Perhaps, in this rare moment, I wished for the "scared of women" stereotype, not in the mood for sexual advances with all this virtual carnage about. The man seemed rather normal though, despite the bizarre t-shirt he wore that depicted the logo of some Swedish speed metal group. I decided to use my admirer to score some information. "Who is this guy?" I asked my neighboring speed metal enthusiast as I watched player one take down his latest victim.

The man seemed half surprised that I actually talked to him. "Oh? Are you new or something? That's Max Pagani. He's, like, a big deal. The guy is a like professional or something! I think he won some big tournament thing."

I looked at my semi-helpful informant with a sense of awe. "I didn't know there were tournaments for this stuff," I said. Seriously, why didn't anyone tell me about that? That felt like something I should have known about.

"Yeah," the guy nodded. "According to my roomie, he's been practicing to go to the biggest one in the country. So, he is here, like, everyday beating the crap out of anyone dumb enough to face him. Every time I think of trying to enter a tournament, I think of Max Pagani and then want to shit my pants." 

I wrinkled my nose at such a... colorful descriptor of fear. "So, he doesn't seem to focus on any particular character."

My new 'friend' simply nodded. "Yeah, that may be the scariest part. He is good with, like, every character. I wasn't lying about that pants shitting!"

I watched as three more people were cruelly decimated by Max's hands. I had yearned to play a match of "Punch Masters 3" from the moment I heard about the arcade. Yet, the idea of being destroyed by this expert super dude, in front of a crowd no less, made me want to curl up in the corner in a fetal position. Or in more crass and vile terms, shit my pants. Speaking of which, I hadn't even noticed that the guy I was talking to was still talking to me. 

"...and that's why I had to hide the raccoon in his record cabinet," he said, finishing a story I didn't hear the beginning to. Judging by the end, I actually wished I would have listened. "So, do you want to go grab something to eat?"

What I really wanted to do was punch something in Punch Masters 3. Still, I did not want to go up against this seemingly inhuman Punch Master master. "I guess you could buy me noodles," I sighed, realizing that Max was probably not going to leave any time soon, judging by what Mr. Speed Metal Pants Shitter said. So, said guy, who turned out to be named Arnie, bought me some pretty crappy noodles. On the way home, I checked back at the arcade, but Max Pagani was still there beating anyone who crossed him. With a heavy heart, I returned back to my dorm room, not ready to be beaten in my favorite game by a total stranger.

****

Time passed as time is wont to do. Oh time, you crazy forward moving rascal. The arcade turned into my favorite place to go after class and before dinner. My laundry started to suffer due to my quarters being invested elsewhere, but beyond that, hanging out at the arcade was fun. I met interesting new people that introduced me to new games... and hit on me a lot. So much for all nerds being afraid of women.

Sadly, "Punch Masters 3" staid out of my grasp. Yes, I could have played it, but that Max Pagani character was always there when I was. Everyday before going to the arcade, I would pump myself up, thinking that I would try finally facing off with the man. Sadly, when I gathered enough courage to actually enter the line, I would once again witness Max ruthlessly owning a poor contender. That would be enough to cause me to back off and partake in a game that would be far less soul crushing.

I even practiced on my home version, though it was not to the level of the arcade one. Plus, I could mostly only face off against the computer, which was often cheap and not a good opponent to learn off of. All the people I knew outside of the arcade were dreadfully normal and found my weird fighting game obsession kind of off putting. I tried fighting people over the internet a few times, but it turns out the dorm bandwidth was beyond brutal. I brought back a few guys from the arcade to play with me, but they always turned out to be less interested in helping me practice and more interested in well... me. Basically, the practice sessions often turned into make-out sessions, not that I'm entirely complaining about that.

It was a rather warm Friday night and I was prepping for a date I wasn't particularly excited about. It was with a cute guy from my Chemistry class that I went out with a few times. As I finished my make-up, I questioned why I was going on this date to begin with. Then, I remembered the free fancy meal and went back to making my long red hair look perfect and shiny, after fighting a pang of guilt for being "that" kind of girl. I wore one of my cuter blouses which was a red scoop neck top that had the word "POW" written on it in big white letters. Around my waist was my favorite black skirt that had cute red hearts all over it. I finished my ensemble off with a nice pair of fishnets and my new pair of heeled ankle boots.

As I walked to the restaurant, I felt the guilt within me increase. Was I really the kind of woman who would go on a date for free food? My guilt started to overtake my mind as I approached closer and closer to my destination. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that I was very near to the arcade. I decided to stop in for a second and hopefully calm my tempestuous mind.

The place was quite busy for a Friday evening. Most of the patrons were in groups, probably hanging out and playing some games before hitting the bars on main street. Then, as I cashed in a dollar bill for some quarters, I witnessed a miraculous sight. "Punch Masters 3" was vacant. That man who constantly haunted the machine was not there for once! Maybe he actually did other things with his life! It was my chance to play without pressure or threat of immediate obliteration.

I readied my quarters as I approached the machine, having this weird feeling I could be ambushed any second... by what, I have no idea. A ghost, maybe? Maybe Max Pagani was actually a ghost! That would explain a lot. 

The satisfying sound of the quarter sliding down the slot sent a tingle of joy through my spine. Here I was, in the player one position, ready to take on the world. Unlike Max, I was really only good at one character and that was Mimi the Magnificent. She had comically oversized breasts and a skirt way too short. I knew her every move and combo.

I started to play the game, easily conquering any computer opponents sent my way. It only took a few minutes for a contender to come my way. He was monstrously tall with the thickest neck hair I had ever seen. He picked Noseman, a strange choice to be honest. The weird character could only kick and it constantly screamed out quips about hot sauce for some reason. 

The match started and the garishly dressed Noseman stood mere feet away from my quite ample Mimi. Things... didn't start well. Noseman jumped into action immediately, flying in the air with a series of quick kicks that I failed to block. This led into some pretty devilish moves that left me knocked out without scoring a hit. The round ended with neck hair man achieving a flawless victory.

Strangely, I was not deterred. I noted that the man relied on simple tactics. As soon as round two started, I decided it was my turn to dominate. I countered his every attempted attack, quickly knocking out Noseman again. Round three started and I knew all the man's tricks. I denied his every advance, easily winning the last round.

His face contorted to an expression of absolute shock. "That was just lucky," he retorted, popping in another quarter.

This time, he decided to play it safe by picking Ming Vah, a notoriously powerful character. The menacing well dressed dictator jumped into action immediately. Despite this character's stronger moves, the man relied on his same jumping strategy. I kicked his ass in less than twenty seconds, not getting hit once. A bit of pride washed over me as the man left the machine immediately, grumbling to himself.

I was a bit surprised as another man immediately stepped up to take his place. He was much shorter and much friendlier, flashing me a smile. "Nice moves," he complimented.

"Thanks," I beamed graciously. He picked Kim Kia, the defacto main character that most people pick. The match started and the guy rushed Kim towards me. His moves were less predictable than the that of Lord Neck Hair, but they were easier to counter. The guy seemed genuinely surprised when I beat him in less than fifteen seconds.

"Holy crap," he exclaimed. "Are you just Max in drag?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Unless Max can magically shorten himself, I doubt it. Also, rumor is... he's a ghost."

The man stepped aside and his friend quickly took his place. "I'm gonna take you down, girl," the newcomer said in the most cliched manner possible.

He picked Ichi the Statue Man, the slowest character in the game. I had him beaten in twenty second without taking a hit. He swore a lot upon relinquishing the controls, only to be replaced by another man. I turned my head to the side and witnessed a shocking revelation. A line had formed to take me on that consisted of at least ten people. Some stood next to the line just to watch. It certainly looked like I was going to stand up my date. By the way, please let me re-iterate that I'm not a monster. I'm just flighty.

The next guy tried Kim Kia, but I defeated him soundly. The guy after that gave me a bit of trouble with Brocula the Vegetarian Vampire, but I won in the end. The following competitor chose Boxton and lost pretty quickly. Then, there was another Kim Kia player who I lost a round to before making a comeback and beating him into submission.

This went on for quite a while. As soon as one man was defeated, another stood up to take his place. My wrists became tired, but I never faltered. The most I ever lost was one round and that became a rare occurrence after a while. Few of the challengers came close to topping me. I started to become pretty sure of myself, pumping my fists and gloating a bit. My brattyness seemed to just make me more endearing to the line and crowd. A group of about twenty guys watched and whispered to each other. More and more challengers came just to be defeated by my big breasted brawler. There were some repeat costumers, their eyes burning with aims at revenge. Some of these retreads gave me problems, but I always won.

My legs started to stiffen from standing so long, in heels none the less, which caused me to realize that I lost track of time. If the clock above my head was to be believed, I had been playing for for two hours. Perhaps due to my growing tiredness, I did not notice the change in atmosphere. The crowd suddenly grew at one point, seemingly consisting of most of the arcade patrons. The conversation became quieter, yet more excited. The line also stopped generating new attendants. 

The current opposition went down with incredible ease. I nodded to him with a big smile and patted him on the back. "Good game," I remarked honestly, thinking he was the last person in line. I had been ready to bow out undefeated for the evening. Unfortunately, I discovered there was one more challenger.

I had seen him a million times by that point, but had never actually talked to him. His tall frame and night black beard seemed even more intimidating than it did from the sidelines. Yes, Max Pagani had arrived and stood in the player two position to face off against me. He certainly was not a ghost (unless that is the secret twist ending.) "You are crazy good," the man exclaimed in an honest and jovial way. I was not necessarily feeling warm and jolly in the moment. 

"I thought you weren't around," I said flabbergasted, my complexion suddenly pale. I finally had my moment and it was about to be crushed.

Max looked down at me strangely. My immediate crippling fear was obviously making him confused. "Well, despite the rumors, I do have a life," he explained, "but a friend of mine texted me about some hot girl being crazy good, so I had to check it out."  

I raised an eyebrow as I picked Mimi once again. "Some hot girl," I parroted back.

The man immediately blushed a deep red, which I found rather cute. "I didn't mean anything offensive by that," he responded. "That did come out wrong, but believe me, his text said some far more dirty sounding things about you." Max then paused before continuing. "Which I guess was probably the worst thing to tell you I should just shut up or learn how to talk to women," he joked wryly with a wink, picking Kim Kia.

My nerves grew as the game went through its pre-match nonsense. I looked up at Max. The man seemed genuinely excited. "I have seen you here a bunch of times," he said, "but I didn't know you played. Its been months since I've faced some one as good at you." His anticipation of my skill just made my nerves worse.

The match began and Max rushed towards me with his first attack. I failed to block it. I couldn't even block the combo that followed that. After a quick jump maneuver, I managed to get a few hits off, but the round ended in my sound defeat. The crowd reacted loudly to my flailing failure as I pouted my lips. Now I knew how the neck hair guy felt.

I shut my eyes between rounds and took a deep breath. I wasn't going to let this guy, despite how good he was, end my streak in a shut out. My eyes opened again, burning with a fierce intensity. As soon as the second phase of the bout started, I rushed forward and initiated a ten hit combo. I used everything that I knew to keep Max off me, performing all of my best moves in rapid succession. Max tried to counter attack, but failed every time. I was the swift victor of round two, somehow managing to stave off Max without taking a hit.




The Joy of Joysticks



The man leaned in with an intensely stern expression. Seriousness seemed to ooze out of his pores. Sweat did as well. There was a lot of sweat. I leaned in too, gripping my stick tightly. Round three began in a flurry of punches and kicks. There was no holding back from either of us. The crowd cheered and hollered with every exchange of blows. Our ballet went back and forth with neither fighter truly pulling ahead. Both of our life meters were in the red, the blinking color informing us that we were both near victory, and subsequently, near defeat. We stood at opposite ends of the screen, prepping our last assaults. I decided to go for a move that was usually unstoppable.

I hit the proper combination of buttons, but to my horror, the A button stuck. My character on screen kicked instead of punched. Max took the opportunity to push forward with a powerful move of his own. A series of punches hit me and then... I was done. My Mimi flew back onto the ground, signaling my loss.

When Max first showed up, I was expecting a crushing defeat, but then the match actually happened. Despite my bad first round, I dominated the second and held my own in the third. Then, it was all over due to a bad button press. I was utterly devastated. The crowd cheered, many of them for me. Max seemed quite pleased, but not in a arrogant way. Rather, he seemed extremely impressed by my effort. Though it may seem childish, I felt the accolades to be unearned. I flubbed big time.

I stormed off, pushing my way through the crowd with my head hung low. Luckily, no one really noticed as they were too busy talking amongst themselves. I didn't want to come off as a sore loser, but I also didn't want to stand there anymore. I knew I was acting silly so I decided to find a game to calm myself down. In the back of the arcade, there was an old racing game that I used to play with my oldest brother when I got upset. I found it as quickly as I could and sat in the fake driver's chair.

I raced around the heavily pixelated track like I had done a thousand times before. My back still felt tense and my heart rate still high from all of the intensity. My brain informed me how much of a brat I was being, but rationality was no comfort. Suddenly, a second player driven car appeared behind me. I looked over to see Max in the chair next to mine, racing with me.

"I'm sorry for taking away your thunder," he told me, staying a good few fake cars behind mine in the game proper (despite being right next to me in real life). "I've not faced some one of your skill since my last tournament. Seriously."

His honest kindness just made me feel worse about the way I was acting. "You shouldn't apologize to me," I confessed. "I got carried away. Hell, I blew off a date just to waste my time here."

Max smirked. "Well, that does put your outfit in a better context," he chuckled. "I wouldn't call it a waste of time though. I mean, I saw the joy you had while playing. It seemed like the same joy I have when I play. It was wonderful to see that in another person."

That statement finally caused me to calm down. I still felt like a fool for my tantrum (as I stressed a dozen times by this point), but Max was being very sweet. "I know its just a silly game, but I have so much fun learning strategies and trying to pull them off," I said. "Most people find that silly, so I can understand what you're saying." I finished the race and turned to the man with a resounding smile.

He smiled back, turning to face me fully. "So, I don't even know your name. I'm Max, though you probably knew that all ready."

"It's Petra," I responded.

He chuckled to himself. "Of course you have a unique and cool name," he said. He stood up and extended a hand to me. "So, about that date you missed... is he, or well possibly, she your boyfriend... or um, girlfriend?"

I used his help to stand up. "No, I'm basically single," I replied, smirking, "and mostly straight. Well, actually, totally single now based on the whole 'not showing up' thing. And dare I ask the purpose of that question?"

"Well, I was hoping to maybe be a vulture and steal you for a date" he said, a bit of nervousness in his voice. God, he was beyond adorable.

"That sounds like fun," I said, gripping his hand a bit tighter. "How about we hang out here?"

The man's grin widened as he put an arm around my shoulder. "Well, I was expecting some place fancier, but here would definitely be easier on my wallet," he joked.

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "Hey buck-o, the quarters are still going to be on you," I informed him, giving his ass a little swat. The semi-lewd act seemed to catch him off guard, but he still smiled like a fool.

"Of course. Besides, I don't think I want to let you out of my sight," Max said. He then surprised me by giving my ass a nice hard squeeze. I had met a few confident men in this place, but none of them would of had the guts to retaliate like that. Max seemed not only sweet., but also like he knew what he was doing. It felt like we were playing the game again, going back and forth with our fighters.

Max guided me to an air hockey table. I ran my hand across the top as I looked at him wryly. "Oh, want to take me on at something old school," I giggled.

"Yeah, sure," he responded coyly. "It has nothing to do with the fact I want to see you lean in and jump around in front of me with all that cleavage you have going on. Nothing at all."

I smirked wickedly as I made sure to bend super low in order to grab my paddle. My breasts pushed against the top, the before mentioned cleavage on good display for the man. "Why, I don't know what you are referencing," I said in a tone of faux innocence.

"I DEFINITELY need to keep an eye on you," he responded, pushing the puck my way. I hit it back in response, my breasts indeed bouncing on the return move.

"Just be happy you don't have to do this in heels," I cooed, hitting the puck back again and again. Our air hockey game proved to be far less intense and stressful than our Punch Master bout. We laughed as we exchanged the plastic disk back and forth, using the opportunity to get to know each other better. I learned that Max mainly worked as a freelance writer, though his gaming pursuits did help when it came to bills. He even owned a house! Hell, my parents never even owned a real house, so that was enough to fill me with awe. Even with the good conversation distracting us, I made sure to throw in an ample display of bending and bouncing.

I pushed the puck in one last time, throwing my hands up in the air at my winning push. "Yeah, take THAT, Pagani," I cheered. 

He laughed and shook his head. "You are certainly modest," he teased sarcastically, putting his arm back around my shoulder. "Please tell me you called that guy you blew off. I'm going to feel like the biggest jerk if you didn't."

My eyes widened and then immediately narrowed. "Way to kill the mood," I sneered playfully, pulling out my phone to see that I had received fifteen missed calls from the poor guy.

"I'm not above landing a cheap blow," he joked. "I just feel a bit guilty for stealing you."

I rolled my eyes and then stuck out my tongue childishly. "You are waaaay too nice," I chirped. "Come on, lets go pound on some weasels." I paused. "I'm talking about whack-mole. That is not a euphemism for anything." In the back of mind, I think I knew that I actually wanted it to be a euphemism for something.

We spent the next hour walking around the arcade and having a pure kind of fun. There was some casual competitiveness, some sly flirting, and plenty of quarters spent. Everyone else in the place probably thought we were crazed lunatics. As the night went on, the flirting started to get more intense and I no longer could deny how cute I thought Max was. All of the fun was making me feel confident, bold, and adventurous. 

Max took me to the back of the arcade where the legendary "claw machine of horror" was. "I'll be a good date and win you one of these horrifically ugly stuffed bears," he informed me.

Max wasn't lying about the ugly part. This claw machine was the largest in the place, but it was filled with ugly badly made bears that no one wanted. No one exactly knew why the thing was filled with these terrible bears, but that is how it achieved the status of "legend." On top of that, the claw was rather shoddy, so winning an ugly bear was quite difficult. The hideous things became trophies among those who frequented the arcade.

Max popped in a few quarters and started to move the claw. It squealed loudly as it approached the bears. I put my hands on my hips, smiling snugly. "Do it baby," I cheered. "Get me a little monster that will haunt my nightmares!"

He managed to grab a hold of a particularly gruesome one that had a frightening smile stitched into its face. In fact, the grotesque expression prompted Max to jump in terror, causing him to loose grip of the joystick and drop the creature. He seemed honestly disturbed by the thing, which just made him cuter to me.

"Well, this was certainly a terrible idea," he confessed, attempting to grab a different bear with his next credit. The claw missed that one entirely.

I then had one of the most wicked thoughts I have ever had pop into my head. I looked up at Max with mischief glimmering in my eyes. "Well, I think you're failing because you're not grabbing anything inspiring," I suggested.

"That's because these bears come from the depths of hell," he sighed, failing to snag one again.

"Don't worry," I cooed cutely. "I can help." I looked left and right to make sure no one else was around. Max looked at me suspiciously, obviously wondering what the hell I was doing. I bent a bit and grabbed the sides of my panties. Max's eyes almost fell out of his head as I pulled them down my legs and stepped out of them. I picked up the black fabric and looked around again, making sure no one else could see.

Max's jaw dropped as I pushed the panties through the prize slot and threw them inside of the glass case. Right on top of a duo of ugly bears were my undergarments. I leaned up and kissed Max on the cheek. "I think that's a more interesting prize," I whispered in his ear.

The man was stunned. Needless to say, I won our unspoken flirting duel. He backed away from the controls, putting an arm around my waist.

"Aren't you going to try to win them?" I asked.

Max pulled me closer to him. "I rather like the idea of some random bored guy coming around and seeing those in there," Max chuckled. "Besides, I'm afraid if I win them, you'll put them back on."

Suddenly, the weight of my actions struck my brain. I just did something like, well... THAT. I had never pulled such a stunt before. To my dismay though, the scandalous act seemed to have left Max's mind surprisingly quickly. He returned to the quarters machine, putting several dollar bills in. The quarters jingled as they gathered in the tray, ready to give us access to more gaming.

"You're getting more quarters?" I asked dumbly.

He nodded. "I think I'm going to need a lot of them."

I had no idea what he was thinking now. I crossed my arms, my breasts pushing together. "What do you want to play next then?" I sighed, sad that my ultimate tease failed so epically.

Max slid almost all of the quarters into his pocket, but kept one in his hand. He approached me with a very devious expression. "Well, there has been a slot I have been wanting to insert things in all night," he teased. To my surprise, he grabbed my left breast. Max then took the quarter and slid it between my cleavage and pushed it down. I felt the cold metal sink against my two tits and into my bra.

It was now my turn to be wide eyed and stunned. I wrinkled my nose as I cocked my head to the side. "Yeah buddy, that game is going to cost you a lot more than a quarter," I said. Then, I realized the unintended implications of my comeback. "Not that I do that sort of thing for money."

I was in the danger of falling into a rut of babbling about not being a whore, so I paid no heed to Max's continue fondling of my left breast. He ran a hand through my hair which calmed me a bit. I soon found his arm wrapped around my shoulder once again, my boob freed. He gently guided me through the arcade to a room I rarely ventured. It was known as the "out of order" area. Every machine in the tight dark space had one deficiency or another. They were free, but often too broken to enjoy.

Max looked left and right cautiously, like he was some master thief about to crack open a vault. He grabbed me waist and placed me in an open space between two cabinets. This is when I realized that I was about to play the role of an arcade machine. It honestly made me feel a bit weird to realize how much the idea turned me on.

Max pulled out three more quarters and inserted them into my cleavage. Each cold slab of metal sent a delightful chill through my spine, my nerves already at attention due to the public nature of our excursion. "If I'm going to win at this game," Max said, "I think I am going to need access to all the buttons. Is that okay?"

I had no idea what he meant, but I nodded anyway, my heartbeat quickening with expectation. He started by turning me around and lifting up my shirt to unclasp my bra, which caused the quarters trapped there to fall to the floor dramatically. He took off my top long enough to remove the bra. To my surprise, he put the blouse back on. "I don't want you topless just in case anyone gets too close," Max remarked, "though, my god, do I wish you could be topless." His weird practicality made me only like the man more.

Max turned me back around, tossing my bra behind me. His right hand reached down and gripped my left ass cheek from under my skirt, while his other hand slid beneath the confines of my shirt. When his thumb pressed down on my nipple, ripples of sensation shot through my breast. I suddenly realized what "buttons" he was referencing earlier. 

I couldn't help but let out a high pitched groan as Max rolled his thumb along my now erect nipple. I tried to stifle my next noise, but it ended up being louder than the first. Max simply grinned. "Not too many people come back here on Fridays, so don't hold back anything," Max suggested. "Not that I'm being selfless. I just want to hear all of your sound effects."

That caused me to crack a smile as well. I grabbed his hips, gripping them tight. I felt as his hand journeyed from my ass to my thigh. His other hand osculated from nipple to nipple, grazing my areolas with a delicate touch. My eyes bugged when I realized the destination of the lower hand. I finger slid between my labia, causing my lips to part and my body to buck forward. Max grabbed my right breast as I heaved, using the propulsion of my upper body to slide another finger into me.

My lips pursed together as I stared up at Max. my eyes glistening with lust. That's when we both noticed a fellow arcade patron to the left, casually checking out the area. Max's posture straightened and he acted like he was playing a standard machine, pushing my back a little, but keeping his hands on and in me. Luckily, the interloper didn't see what Max was actually doing and soon left. 

Max displayed his relief of not being caught by squeezing my right tit and kneading it as hard as he could. That was enough to make my pussy wetter, the sensation of the groping mixing well with the dependable rhythm of Max's fingers. After giving the left boob adequate attention, Max moved to my right one. Instead of kneading it though, he pinched the nipple. Within milliseconds of the pinch, he placed his thumb against my clit and pressed down. It was quite the move and caused me to not only jut forward, but squeal. Max kept a good amount of pressure on my nipple as he pulled it back and forth, keeping his other thumb moving in circular motions on my clit.

My lips quivered as I knew that Max was getting very close to winning the game. My eyes glimmered as I looked into his. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of victory just yet, the whole tenor of the situation urging me to keep it held in for a bit longer. Max moved to the right nipple and then focused his lower hand on moving his fingers faster inside of me. I balanced myself by gripping the arcade machines next to me, letting out a consistent stream of moans as his fingers moved faster and faster, the thumb proceeding in sublime circles.

Pleasure pumped through my nerves at a high rate, but I had adjusted to the moves, holding back my orgasm more easily than before. Something in me wanted the man to really work for it, to make this a challenging game. Max realized I was at a plateau, so he started to experiment. He first tried moving his fingers at different speed, even stopping fully to flick my clit a few times. He then tried entering a third finger inside of me, though this slowed his speed greatly and proved very ineffective.

He moved back to focusing on the breasts, keeping a thumb on my clit and two fingers inside of me. Despite his hesitance earlier, he pulled down my top and freed my left breast from its prison. His head swooped down and suckled the peak of the thing, his tongue making circles around the nipple. Indeed, this was quite a good tactic. I tilted my head back and shut my eyes, letting out a few disparate groans. In time, he freed my other breast as well, giving it the same treatment. It all felt wonderful, but despite the sensation, I was able to keep myself contained.

Max raised his head up and stared down at me curiously. We shared eye contact, my brow furrowed as he kept his fingers moving at a consistent pace. He removed his left hand from my breasts all together, his mind seemingly deep in thought. He proceeded to do something no man had ever done to me before. His free hand floated behind me and grabbed my ass again. To my shock, his thumb wormed between my cheeks and slid right against the borders of my asshole. Then, he simply pushed and popped the thumb inside of it, pushing past my sphincter. My posture straightened immediately as I yelped. 

Finally, I lost control. My breasts heaved as I felt a surge of absolute power rock my body. My whole form quaked as the orgasm hit, my juices shooting out in a heavy torrent. The aftermath coated Max's hand in a glimmering sheen.

My breathing became incredibly heavy as I proceeded to cum for longer than I usually did. Some of it managed to squirt onto Max's front, though most of it fell to the floor, dampening the old shag carpet. My teeth gritted as I finally slowed, my body feeling like jelly as the intensity ceased. I fell against Max as he cradled me, slyly giving my tits one more squeeze before covering them up again.

"You win," I sighed happily as I looked up.

He smiled down at me as he ran a hand through my hair. "Well, I do like the thrill of winning, but I think I like you more," he said. "Let's say we both won that one. How about we get something to eat and then I show you my private collection?" I nodded happily and followed Max out, leaving my bra behind in the space.

* * * *

Dinner was extremely delicious and better than crappy noodles, though I couldn't help but be self-conscious while eating. First, there was my complete lack of underwear. Secondly, they was, well... if anyone would stared closely at my legs or give me a good sniff, they could easily deduce that my most recent actions were quite naughty.

Max kept the conversation enjoyable. The fact that he made me cum in the back of the arcade was left unmentioned. We just talked about normal stuff like work, school, hobbies, and intense Mimi character strategies.

After he paid the check, Max invited me over to his house. He did promise to "show me his collection" after all. Of course, I assumed that was some kind of sly euphemism. Within an hour, I stood in Max's garage, enraptured, realizing the collection was quite real. The man had used his tournament winnings to convert his garage into a personal arcade. He owned six machines in total with an air hockey table in the center of the makeshift play palace.




The Joy of Joysticks



"Holy crap, you have your own Punch Master 3 machine," I noticed, dashing towards it. I looked over the pristine cabinet, envying Max's ability to own the real deal. The thing dazzled before me like it was ancient lost treasure.

"Yeah, I won it actually," Max responded, his voice a bit distant, his mind on something else that wasn't arcade machines. "Of course, I rarely have anyone to play with."

I looked at my new friend with a n impish grin on my face. "Well, I'm here," I cooed. "Maybe it's time for a rematch."

Max seemed a bit dismayed, though he hid that reasonably well. I didn't blame him frankly. We both very well knew why I came over. There was a distinct bulge in Max's pants from the moment we left the real arcade. And don't get me wrong, I was very much looking forward to some personal time with the contents of his pants. Despite having a wonderful orgasm earlier, I was ready for more. Still, a Punch Masters rematch called to me like a chorus of angels, singing in unison to bring me tides of victory. 

I let out a taunting giggle as Max stepped to the player one position. "I guess I just have to crush you again," he commented with a wry smile, starting to get back into the competitive spirit.

I stuck my tongue out at Max again and then promptly hit his side with my ass. "Bring it," I dared. Max sighed, obviously wanting a different kind of tussle. Perhaps as a form of playful spite, he proceeded to select Mimi the Magnificent. I looked at the man incredulously. "You took my lady!" 

"Why not beat you at your own game?" Max chuckled. With a defiant expression, I picked Mimi as well.

"It's on now," I bellowed. The round started quickly and I immediately jumped at Max. He attempted to counter, but I managed to counter that counter. He leaned in, taking the match more seriously. His Mimi approached mine with a flurry of kicks that caught me off guard. I then returned with a vicious twelve hit combo that sufficiently ended the round. As I won, I spanked his ass and pumped a fist in the air. "Oh, you just got beaten by a girl!"

"We'll see," he said, giving my ass a quick grab. I soon found myself faced with a series of hard to counter punches. He seemed to predict my every move. The second round ended with a flawless victory for Max.

"Lucky break," I grumbled. He cheered and then spanked my ass in victory, which prompted a smirk to crawl across my lips. Thus, so began round three.

The two of us started in a stalemate. My Mimi rolled towards Max's, kicking her a few times. Max retaliated with a serious kick of his own. Our moves were like a back and forth war of brawling. Within thirty seconds, we were both down to a sliver of health.

We stood at the opposite ends of the screen, staring each other down like we did earlier in the night. I broke the tension by going first. Max tried to kick me but I jumped over him and kicked him in the back. His Mimi flew across the screen, knocked out. 

I threw my arms up in the air and cheered. "Yes! I did it," I squealed. Max sighed, a bit spurned by his loss, but still smiling.

"Well, I guess we are equal then," he chuckled, looking at me with a wolfish grin. He then gave me a curly finger. "How about we discuss our mutual skills in the house?"

"Best two out of three," I teased, knowing that I was now pushing it, but actually have a devious plan in mind. Max turned his back to me, walking forward, thinking tactically again. I could tell the gears in his head were grinding. He was obviously wondering if we were on the same page about naughty escapades. His back was turned towards me for a good thirty seconds before I decided to speak.

"Just one more match to decide who the true winner is," I chirped.

Max sighed in frustration. He obviously didn't know what to say to get me into his bedroom and just decided to aqueous. "Fine just one more-" he started as he turned around.

I had a downright evil smile on my face. While Max had his back to me, I had stripped off my skirt and top, leaving on just my stockings and heels. I stood in front of the cabinet with my bare ass facing Max; my eyes filled with lust, staring at him. I flipped my long red hair back as I giggled. "So, one more game?" I asked.

Max was dumbfounded, staring me up and down. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure. "Let me think about it," he contemplated.

I turned my attention to the screen, wiggling my ass for him. "Come on, don't be a chicken," I goaded, moving my hips left and right. I suddenly felt Max's grip on my waist as he bent me slightly. I then felt something sturdy yet rounded press up against my labia, causing me to gasp. His hand gripped my bare shoulder as he teased the entrance to my pussy with his cock.

"How about you practice against the computer a bit," he chuckled. I felt his cockhead make circles around my pussy lips like a vulture. "I know the AI is rough, but I am sure you'll like it."

If his cock wasn't mere centimeters away from my warm gooey center, I would have groaned sarcastically at that line. Instead, I just wanted the true match to start. I quickly picked Mimi, her breasts jiggling like mad as I selected her. Then, I felt a firm push on my shoulders and my breasts started to do the same as Mimi's.

Max's dick slid into me rather quickly, causing my posture to straighten and my breasts to heave forward, my hand gripping the joystick in front of me. He kept me fully impaled, my body squished against the machine, as the match started. "Concentrate, little girl," he cooed, giving me some relief by pulling back. My pussy muscles still gripped him as I lowered my back, arching it to start fighting back against the aggressive computer opponent on the screen.

Max didn't give me much time to settle in. As I darted towards the opponent on screen, he slammed back into me quickly. I let out a loud gasp, needing to grip the sides of the cabinet to handle it. He then pulled back quickly as I started to breath heavier, my shaky left hand reaching for the joystick. There was no reprieve that time though, his cock immediately hurdling inside of me once more, causing me to slump against the machine.

"Tsk, tsk, Petra, looks like you're losing," Max teased, not letting up. I watched as Mimi was decimated by the computer, though I had much more immediate things to worry about, such as Max's penis, which began to pick up pace inside me. He kept his drives straight and forceful, pointing up to graze my clit with each thrust. I clawed at the sides of the machine, grunting and heaving just to keep up with HIS current game.

I could see my own reflection in the screen as Mimi lost. My face was scrunched, my expression trapped in ecstasy as Max slowed his pace, sending ample pleasure through my body. After a minute of slow and sensual throttling, Max pulled out of me. He flipped me around and pressed my ass against the front of the machine. He ran a hand through my hair sweetly, right before putting his cock back into my cunt, causing my ass to be propped up against the shelf of the cabinet.

I grabbed his shoulders as he resumed his pace, my heels scraping on the floor as he started with shorter, but rough slams. My bare ass rubbed on the machines my juices coating his cock as I cradled him in my arms, my breasts against his chest. My head leaned down and began to plant kisses on his neck and cheek. Occasional pants of heavy breath accented by sensual groans caressed his flesh as Max moved back to a slower and more methodical grove. His thrusts curved upwards causing the upper area of the cock to grind against my clit on each trip, prompting sensations of wonderment to shoot through my nerves.

I held Max's back as he picked up speed again, his cockhead tunneling through my vaginal canal with purpose. Then, suddenly, I let out a shocked peep as he left me entirely, pulling back a bit. There was a strange twinkle in his eye as he looked down at me. "I think that round went well. How about Round 2?" he ask.

With a quick burst of speed, the man swooped down and I felt the flat end of his tongue against my inner labia. My eyes rolled back as I exhaled a joyous moan. The shelf of the machine did not provide much support, but I managed to lean back against the screen so that I could spread as wide as I could without toppling over. The warm glass was delightful against my back as I gripped the sides of the upper cabinet, basking in the sensation of the skillful tongue that began to explore my insides. Max went slow, extending and flattening his tongue against my wet entrance. He tilted his neck upwards, pressing flatly on me, providing enough pleasure to make me twitch and suck my bottom lip. 

My breathing became more sporadic and my happy moans more frequent as Max continued his assault. My breasts bounced as my upper body curled down, marinating in his technique. When he placed a thumb firmly on my clit, I almost lost it right then and there. I gripped the edges of the cabinet tighter, whimpering as I contained myself, wanting nothing more than to have this go on forever.

After a few minutes, his sublime performance became a bit more chaotic. He kept looking up as if something was on his mind. Once again, all I wanted was this particular game to never end, but rounds can't last forever. Using all of my energy, I pulled his head back and asked "what's wrong?"

Max looked up, my breathing heavy and my eyes full of lust. "I'm sorry... but... well, there is something I have always wanted to try."

My mind immediately flashed back to the maneuver Max pulled earlier when he stuck his thumb in my asshole. It felt strange and was something I had never though about, but it also made me cum harder than I ever had before. Perhaps, the evening was about trying new things. Plus, he just ate me out for ten minutes, so wouldn't saying no make me some kind of selfish harpy? "As long as it isn't like super weird, go for it."

Max's eyes lit up as I gave my permission, a sign that I feared could be ominous. He stood to his feet and grabbed my waist. "You seriously look beautiful when you play. So, I would love to see you do it more... directly." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did that mean? Max then promptly lifted me up and pushed me onto the right joystick. I sunk on the curved top of it as Max pushed on my shoulders, the plastic rod successfully impaling me as my whole upper body shook.

Yeah, this indeed was much more direct.

I breathed through my nose as the cold plastic disappeared inside of me. It wasn't nearly as thick or as long as Max's actual penis, but it was much firmer. The press of the joystick against my fleshy innards was much rougher, but the looseness of it sent vibrations through my body which were surprisingly delightful. On the bottom of the joystick was a thick rounded nub of plastic that rested at my pussy lips. I looked into Max's happy eyes with a mix of anticipation and anxiousness.

"Time to play, little Petra," he chirped as he pulled me forward. I didn't know what to expect, but what I got was beyond what I had imagined. The joystick moved down with me, causing extra pressure to rumble inside of my vagina. Then, Max pushed in such a delicate way that allowed my body to stay still but for the joystick to push back. First of all, this caused my cunt to vibrate more, creating a tempest of pressure and stimulation to pulsate through pelvic region. Secondly, the edge of the plastic knob managed to pinch the tip of my clit. The way I bucked and writhed probably made my look like a fish that was thrown out of the water. I threw my arms around Max as I shook like a madwoman.

"FUCK YES, YES, YES," I bellowed mindlessly, the storm of pleasure within me becoming a fearsome hurricane. Max decided to continue his experiment, moving either my body or the joystick at precise moments. Sometimes, the stick would slowly crawl to the right, causing a strange pang of pleasure to shoot straight up to my head. Other times, he would move it quickly, causing the joystick to clamp on my clit lightly again. That always prompted a buck and bellow from me.

After testing what worked and what didn't, Max focused on moving me forward and backwards while keeping a firm grip on my waist and gently bouncing my body. He moved me back and forth, the joystick obediently following. The pushing and pulling on my insides did feel a bit strange and clumsy, but the pressure and the occasional clitoral pull made the whole thing feel exotic and fantastic.

Max rested my back against the screen. He grabbed onto my legs, pulled off my heels, and and then pushed my feet towards my head. "Hold on to these for a second," he instructed, so politely and cutely. I managed to pull up my legs and hold onto them despite the cramped space. There are advantages to being a small person!

Max grabbed my waist again and started a new tactic. He jutted me backwards, making sure that the nub was against my clit. Max then started to move me around in a steady circle. The joystick followed, causing an awkward pull against my inner canal, but the nub counteracted that. It rubbed my clit in a way that was both gently and forceful at the same time. The combination turned out to be quite satisfying. As I circled about on the joystick, Max raised my body up and down. Within a minute, he was basically fucking me with the plastic rod. The circling continue, the perfect pressure on my clit maintaining, but his movements on my waist became faster and faster. The joystick was thinner than the average penis, but this didn't stop it from providing me a bouquet of gratification.

My body was a trembling mess. I continued my mindless mantra of shouting the word "YES" over and over as I felt the build up come. Still, as lovely as this was, I really wanted Max inside of me when I came again. I then looked at the object right behind Max and immediately knew what I wanted to do next. So, I mustered the energy that I could and motioned him to slow down. 

Max stopped the activity with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong? Is it starting to hurt?"

I breathed in and out heavily, shaking my head. "Well, I don't want to ruin your machine with a huge mess," I whispered in his ear. "Besides, there is something that I have always wanted to try."

Max was obviously enticed by my words. He pulled me off the joystick and helped me to my feet. The whole experience left my leg and body muscles stiffer than I expected them to be. Max prevented me from stumbling to the ground. I shuffled my way to the air hockey table and turned it on. "I think we need a rematch."

Max seemed a bit disappointed like he was expecting something more exciting than naked air hockey. "Well, you won last time. Why would you need a rematch?"

I smiled devilishly and then hopped onto the table to Max's delight. "This game is also going to be more direct."

I leaned back against the cool tabletop, wearing nothing but my stockings. Air blew from the sides of the table, washing over me, tickling my flesh. The streams of air felt even better than I imagined they would. I curved my knees and planted my feet on the raised edges of the table. My stance was wide and my pink glistening pussy was open for a visitor. 

"You little tease," Max groaned. "This angle is not exactly accommodating for me, though."

"Then come on up," I giggle. "It feels nice on here." I pushed on my feet. I expected to fly backwards like I was swimming. I mean, the pucks do that, but apparently, a fully grown adult woman does not. My ass just rubbed against the surface roughly, though the jets of air quickly rectified any pain the failed push caused. The whole thing was a bit more... suctiony than I expected. 

Max awkwardly angled himself against the table, obviously afraid of making the whole thing collapse. I knew I needed to make more room for him. "Looks like I'm winning again," I taunted impishly at Max, blowing him a kiss. I then rolled onto my stomach and fuck, did it feel good. The suction pulled on my nipples as the air cascaded on them, making a sensual concoction of feelings brew on my breasts. I forced myself onto all fours, making sure to curve my ass right into Max's face, keeping my tits on the table. I turned my head to wink at the man and then proceeded to crawl alluringly to the other end.

Max practically jumped on, making the whole thing wobble a bit. With a mischievous giggle, I rolled onto my back, grabbing Max's hips as he lorded over me. "Hi," I chirped cutely. My red hair was splayed on the tabletop, the strands of it blowing every which way. Max seemed fascinated by it, his gaze transfixed as he ran a hand those my messy hairdo. I curved my back up, just enough to allow the air to blow directly at my pussy.

Max grabbed me shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. We stared into each other's eyes as he tilted down. His cockhead pulsated against my cunt. "I think the surprising part is that this is technically just missionary position," he chuckled, running the edge of his cock around my trembling pussy lips. The air accentuated the teasing, making my whole body tense with want. 

I decided to become proactive. With a firm grip on Max's ass, I pulled his cock into me. "I know! We are just so booooooring," I growled before pulling the man's head down for a deep kiss. I kept my lower body tilted upwards to take full advantage of the airflow. Still, the pushing of his dick caused my ass cheeks to be scrunched against the pulling forces of the tabletop. This made each thrust of his cock feel extra deep and visceral. 

My mouth greedily explored his as Max tried to keep his control. You could tell that he just wanted to go to town on me, but he managed to keep each movement measured and slow. He broke the ravenous kiss and moved his mouth's attention to my right breast. He kept his fucking up at a consistent rate, but tilted my body to the left. My right breast ascended into the man's mouth as my left breast was lowered to be right next to the air jets. The flow of it bathed that nipple in biological ecstasy, heightening my lust even further.

As my joyous noises increased, so did the pounding of Max's cock. He was becoming more feral in his motions, his pummeling growing more and more fierce. Despite that, he still paid adequate attention to my breasts, changing between each one. He turned his head to my left nipple and leaned my posture to the right, exposing my right nipple to the air. His thrusts remained pointed, but grew wilder. Each one pounded on my cervix with a powerful sense of gravity.

The suction of the table, the advent of the airflow, and Max's general precision and diligence created a symphony of exquisiteness in my body. I felt that I was indeed close to my second orgasm for the night. My thighs shook and my knees quaked, my entire nervous system singing. "Oh fucking yes," I wailed, "YES, YES... I'm there... I'm there..." I panted as I reached my legs up to straddle Max. He slowed down to enjoy the show.

I griped a hand in my hair as I let out a wail. My lower body shook as I squirt upwards hitting Max right in the chest with my juices. All in all, it was a huge torrent that left the white tabletop glimmering in a transparent sheen of my biological mess. I let out a series of high pitched whimpers as I came down, my body trembling as juices continued to spill out of me. I looked up at Max with glistening eyes, my expression a portrait of pleasure.

"I think your face is gorgeous, but mind if I put a little something extra on it?" he asked. Max had his cock in his hand and was busy pumping it.

"That was the most adorable request to give me a facial that I have heard," I sighed out, a little sore and tired, but still enjoying the sensations of the air jets. I perked my head up. Using the energy I had left, I opened my lips and sucked on the cockhead, getting a huge taste of myself in the process.