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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that
you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think
of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is
invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice,
defloration more often.
Chapter 13.
Surprised by Joy
On Saturday morning their kiss on awakening became
delightfully serious and turned into a fast and violent session of
intense pleasure. Unlike their wild coupling last night, Dave
caressed Joy with care, slowly, lingeringly, pausing to give
pleasure then take it in return.
With each touch of his hands on her warming flesh, with each
caress of her lips against his taut body, they brought each other
to new heights of pleasure that neither had known existed. Long,
lingering strokes, whispered caresses. Their lips touched, then
drew apart to murmur foolish endearments, rash, inarticulate
promises, then touched again. They had to use more of the
contraceptive jelly before Dave filled Joy again and left a deposit
of seed far up. When finally he slid effortlessly into her,
claiming her, her name was on Dave's lips. As she wrapped her arms
around him, welcoming him into her warmth, his name was on hers.
Together they soared, hands linked, lips fused, and at last they
lay still. But then David had to go to work.
Joy spent that day on the beach with Suzanne and Ricky. She
had a good time playing in the ocean with them, but when the
activity between them became too clearly erotic for her to join in,
she spent a lot of time thinking about the way her life had been
going. And slowly deciding that she liked it very much.
At the restaurant that day Dave was very cheerful, if a little
less alert than usual. Joy met him at the back door when he got
off at six. When the cook saw her, he took away Dave's dinner
plate and gave him food enough for two in carry-out containers. So
they ate on a bench with plastic tableware in the twilight. They
went to a movie that night and as they went back to his apartment,
Joy suggested that they shower together.
But before they did, as she undressed him, she sniffed his
body to get a dose of the odor he had left on his sheets and pillow
when he left her that morning.
They stood naked in the water and kissed each other. Dave put
a hand around behind her and slid one finger along her slit to put
it inside her. Joy gasped at that and put more weight against him.
She reached between his legs to lather him up, but her hand
lingered there for a long while. Joy lowered her eyelids and
glanced aside as she said:
"You have done something for me twice now that I want to
reciprocate -- and, well, I wanted to make sure it was clean."
And she squatted in the shower stall, with the water falling
off his body and her head, to hold his shaft in her hands and taste
the tip with her tongue.
Dave thought that he was already long and rigid, but Joy made
him more so, and made him throb in her hand as well. When she
paused, he raised her up and held her body to his. Dave told her
how she had made him feel, and suggested that they continue (or do
something else) in a more comfortable place. Joy smiled at this.
They dried each other with towels and lay across his bed. Her
hand, and then her lips and tongue, soon brought his attention back
to fullness. Joy kissed the head of his penis and ran her tongue
around it, then she took the crown into her mouth. Joy raised her
head back to the tip, then returned, a little further this time.
This time as she went up her hand circled Dave's shaft at the place
her lips had reached their furthest. She slid her hand up and down
using her saliva for lubrication. She went further down each time,
spreading her mouth wide, extending also the area that her hand
gripped and moved upon.
Dave wanted desperately to put his hands to her head to guide
her, but he feared that she would be frightened off by that, and he
could not easily see how what she was doing could be improved.
What she maybe lacked in practice Joy well made up for in native
skill.
As he looked down at her, kneeling between his legs, he saw
that Joy had closed her eyes to allow herself to concentrate on the
sensation that he was giving the inside of her mouth, and that it
was giving to him.
When Dave was close to erupting, he warned her and she raised
her head. But her hand kept moving and as the first spout came up,
her fingers squeezed the top of his erection. The jolt of pleasure
was almost painful as he shot far into the air. Joy wiped him off
with a towel that she had kept nearby.
Dave told her that she had perhaps worked too well for her own
good. He had to use his tongue on Joy that night and finish her
off with his hand while his tongue was sunk deep in her mouth. But
the next morning he gave her long body the full long treatment
before going to work and leaving Joy to her pleasant dreams and
memories.
Joy met him when he got off work, that day and every day he
worked for the next three weeks. They spent about half the nights
in the beach-house and half in his apartment, and the others really
didn't see much of either of them. Though Suzanne saw more than
she expected to on the day she found them screwing in the shower at
the beach-house.
Lying on the beach in the sun with Joy was a wonderful
experience for them both every time that they did it. But that of
course they could only do a few times, on the days that Dave was
off. Lying in bed with her and what they did there, they did far
more often -- twice a day at least!
But she wanted more of him than she got, on those long days on
the beach without him, and she so wished that it were possible to
have Dave possess her in the sunlight, in the open. Joy thought
about it all of one day, and she found a solution of sorts.
That first night on the beach, when Dave first made her a
woman, was wonderful but it would not be the same again. Either on
the open beach or under the boardwalk there would be too much
chance of discovery, and they could only do either of those in
darkness.
Joy told him what she wanted to do on the Wednesday night
after they first met, as they lay in her bed after he had
thoroughly satisfied her -- at least until the morning. She saw
him smile at her idea, as the moon came in her window. Dave
whispered "Yes" in her ear as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
The next day, Thursday, one week from the day that they lay
together under the boardwalk, Joy met him at the restaurant at six
p.m. She was dressed in a loose blouse and a pair of walking
shorts; she had changed from her bathing suit a little while
before.
There was only an hour or so of sunlight left, so after they
ate quickly, they went to the beach-house. There Dave boosted Joy
onto the metal ladder that went up the wall and onto the roof, and
clambered up after her.
The view of the town was beautiful from there, as was the view
of the approaching sunset. But as Dave stood there he began to
have doubts, because he imagined that people whom he could not see
would spot them and know why they had gone up there.
Should he go through with it? Yes. The possibility of being
seen was small, and if anything would add a thrill to the many he
expected to get.
Dave decided to spread the blanket, the same one they had used
a week before, on the side of the roof away from the ladder to be
further from the mass of prying eyes. As he opened the blanket,
which he had specifically asked Joy to bring, he wished for a
moment that it were his own one, left at home for the summer. But
there had been no reason to expect to use it this summer, and it
would not have been practical to bring it that night a week ago in
any case.
Still, it might have been interesting to add a third little
stain of blood to it, with the ones from Anne Shimura and Irene
Reed.
The sun and the wind felt very good to Joy as he bared her
skin, but his hands were much better. The overture that Dave
played on her was improved by the week of practice--very intense
practice.
When they were both naked, Joy reached for his skin-flute and
took the end into her mouth. She did not soothe his savage breast,
but he did not want her to at all. The martial tune she played on
his organ got his soldier standing erect.
Their next movement had Dave rolling her over and playing an
arpeggio on her happily non-virginal vagina with his fingers. Then
she bowed her legs and he entered with his bridge, sliding like a
trombone in an ode to Joy. They made beautiful music together that
day.
Their sweet symphony continued for a long time, and as they
reached a crescendo, Joy looked over his shoulder and saw a sunset
almost as glorious as the way he made her feel.
They fell asleep there. For how long, neither knew, but when
Dave woke up again it was dark, the little-over-half moon was high
in the sky, and they were not alone on the rooftop.
He could hear low voices from the other side of the roof, near
the ladder leading up. He did not recognize the voices, but Dave
could tell that one of the people was male and the other female.
This narrowed the probable identities to a few, and made it clear
that the purpose of the visit would not be far from that which Joy
and he had shared.
He did not know who their neighbors were for some time, but
the whispers and the small sounds told him what they were doing and
where they were going. The clouds that drifted across the moon did
not help him to see.
A head became visible, outlined by the lights of the town
below. The mass of hair around it indicated that it was feminine.
When the moon broke free of its cover, Dave could see that the
features were those of Anne Shimura, which meant that what she was
delicately bending over was attached to Carson. She traced the tip
of her tongue along the vein of the underside three times, then
kissed the top. Her breasts were outlined against the moon and
Dave saw that her nipples were erect.
Anne's tongue circled the head and her mouth opened. Her head
began bobbing slowly and she gradually sank down, taking more and
more of him. She swallowed several inches, an amazing amount for
her rather small head, and then she held still--still as far as
Dave could see, though her tongue may still have been very active
and Dave was sure that her cheeks were hollowed with a sucking
action.
When Anne lifted her head Dave was impressed again by how far
she had to go to separate from Carson. She lay on him, or perhaps
beside him, for a moment. There were more whispers and sighs.
Then the bodies shifted and Dave saw Carson's head and shoulders
against the moon. Dave also saw his hands cupping Anne's buttocks
and his head descending toward her lower lips.
He knelt to worship her there with his mouth. At first she
rested on her feet and her shoulders, arching her back toward him,
and Dave soon saw her body tremble. Then Carson lifted her up
further and placed Anne's legs on his shoulders to give him easier
access to her womanhood. The cries she gave now were not so soft.
David reflected that Anne had never been on either side of
oral sex with him, during their brief period together. Carson (or
someone else) had taught her about that; he wondered what it would
be like to have her lips wrapped around his erection, what she
would be like that way. He wondered as he had before why she had
broken off things so abruptly with him.
He had perhaps not been good at building steady relationships,
he reflected. Joy beside him was the tenth girl he had been
between the legs of in the year since Francine had picked him up,
and he was already wondering if he would ever get into Alice Newell
-- or into more than her mouth, though that had been very good.
The other couple shifted again, and Carson settled Anne back
onto the roof. He lifted her legs until her feet was almost behind
her head, then lowered his body onto hers. Dave heard Anne tell
Carson urgently that she wanted him to enter her. He made contact
and slid deep into her in one smooth stroke, and Dave heard her
give a shuddering sigh.
David thought how odd it seemed to listen to Anne Shimura
doing with someone else what he had done with her on that blanket
at College Park less than four months before. But he, at least,
had been first -- and her first. He remembered how she flinched
and turned away at the moment that he broke the membrane and opened
her up all the way and how sweet it had felt to sink into her.
Though perhaps not quite as sweet as shattering the hymen of the
girl next to him had been only a week ago. That sequence of
thoughts made him very hard all over again.
Carson slowly entered and withdrew from Anne's small body and
she gave eloquent testimony to what he was doing to her. He built
her quickly to a climax, and met her there. As they lay together
afterward, Joy said to Dave, "That was quite a show, wasn't it?"
She had awakened about the same time that he had, though he
had not guessed. If Anne and Carson knew that they were observed,
they never spoke of it. They went back down in a while, and Joy
and Dave followed them in time, after Joy took advantage of the
condition she found Dave in.
For the rest of the three weeks that they spent together then,
Joy and Dave had sex every morning and every night. In his bed or
in hers, they spent the night together.
Nearly all the evenings ended with Dave pumping into her and
bringing her deep satisfaction, several inches deep. The other
nights they found other ways. Once he took Joy over the top three
times before midnight with his tongue. But he found that her
appetite was not decreased by this, and that night ended with him
boring deep into her, with her triphammer hips pounding around his
drill until they brought forth a gusher.
One more time in the three weeks Joy sucked on him until he
gushed into the air. That night Dave put his hand back enough to
reach her vagina and stroked her clitoris and entered her with his
middle finger or two fingers while she went down on him. But he
must have liked living dangerously when he shot his index finger
into her anus while she was all the way down. The last night Joy
stayed on him all the way and Dave shot straight down her throat,
while she sucked him empty.
His job limited the days they could spend together, but the
nights they used to the fullest.
Joy stayed hooked up with Dave Whitley for a while. Suzanne
dated Ricky for maybe six months more. It wasn't clear how long
Anne went with Carson after that.
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