Ray Mills: Party girl

Joyce could barely see straight, she was so horny. Good God, if I don't get somebody to fuck me soon I'm going to go crazy! she thought.

It was now the middle of the third week since her boyfriend Mike had gone out of town for a training meeting involving his work. He still wouldn't be back for another week.

The night before he had left they had fucked like the world was coming to an end. In fact, it nearly had for Joyce. She came so many times she lost count. I guess that was supposed to hold me until he got back, she thought. But it didn't work.

Waiting for the bus each night after work was a torment. She would look at the crotch of every man who passed by. It was almost as if she could see through their pants – see their thick coiled cocks waiting to spring up and plunge into her flowing pussy.

She would sit next to a good-looking man on the bus and have to restrain herself from reaching over and touching his groin. I wonder how he fucks? she would think. Soft and tender? Hard and brutal? Maybe both at once?

By the time she got off the bus her body would be shivering with pent-up lust. Two or three times she had run upstairs to her apartment, torn off her clothes, and masturbated frantically. But the climaxes she got that way were unsatisfying.

Fortunately, Mike called her long-distance every night. Just hearing his voice made her lust more. But it was better than nothing. Still, up to now she had been too embarrassed to tell him how horny she was feeling.

This night when he called she was in bed. Slit had been frying to read a book. But she had made the mistake of going to bed naked. As she read, she couldn't keep her hands off her body.

Her nipples tingled. When she accidentally brushed, them with her fingers, they throbbed. She looked down at her full upswept breasts, wishing she could suck them herself, just to make the insistent ache go away. But she knew that would only lead to worse hungers.

When the phone rang she snatched it up desperately.

"Hello?"

"Hi, honey."

"Oh Mike, I'm so glad it's you!" she gasped. "What do you mean? Is something the matter?" asked.

"I'm burning up!" she murmured.

"Oh? Is it hot there?"

"No. I'm the one who's hot."

Her voice was low and sultry. With her free hand she reached down between her thighs, caressing the wet open blossom of her cunt. Her body writhed uncontrollably. She panted into the phone.

"I think I'm getting your point," Mike said. "God, I wish you were here, baby!" Joyce panted. "I want to feel you in me. I want you all over me."

"I wish I were there too."

Joyce rubbed herself until soft shudders of passion rippled through her. She tried to imagine his tongue slithering into her runny slit instead of her own fingers.

"God, I wish you could fuck you over the phone!" she whispered.

She was working herself up into such a frenzy that she could hardly bear it. Mike could hear her rapid gasping.

"Are you doing it to yourself, honey?" he asked.

"Yes! But I'm pretending it's you. Tell me how you'd do it to me if you were here, Mike! Please!"

Mike sounded a trifle embarrassed. But he went along with her.

"First I'd undress you," he whispered.

"I'm already naked. Do something to me, baby. What would you do to me first?"

"Kiss you."

"Where?"

"On your neck, on your ears."

"Yessss! And then?"

"Squeeze your luscious titties."

"Oh good!"

Joyce removed her hand from her slippery cuntlips and began squeezing her hot breasts. Her fingers were sticky with pussyjuice, but she didn't care. She bunched the firm rolling mounds up in her hands, digging her fingers into the quivering flesh.

"Then what?" she breathed impatiently. "Suck me?"

"No!"

"First kiss between them. Then underneath them, and all around the sides. Then I'd lick your nipples with my tongue."

"Ohhhhh, God!"

Joyce tried to imagine the feel of his wet tongue on her sensitive nipples. The large buds were already erect and rubbery. She scissored them softly with her fingers and gasped with pleasure.

"Then what?" she gasped. "Suck me."

"Yes. I'd suck each one until it was hard and pointed. First softly, then harder and harder."

"God, yes! Harder!" she moaned.

She pinched and twirled her nipples in her fingers. She squirmed wildly with lust, cradling the phone between her neck and her shoulder. Her hips made involuntary fuck motions.

"Now I'm pushing your titties together and sucking both of your nipples into my mouth at the same time," Mike said.

It freaked her out when he did that. She went crazy with passion. She tried to recall the feel of his strong lips pinching both of her throbbing nipples at once. She remembered one time when he had done it and plunged his hand into her pussy at the same time, rubbing her clit so violently that she simply exploded with shattering orgasms.

"Hhhhh… hhhhh!" she panted wildly.

She twisted her long aching nipples in her hand, trying to duplicate the sensation of his mouth sucking them.

"Does that feel good?" Mike's voice asked over the telephone wire.

"Oh, honey I wish you were here!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me and rape me and… do everything to me!"

"I want you to suck my cock first," Mike murmured.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted. "Anything you want!"

"Here it is. I'm putting it on your face now. It's still only half-hard. Open your lips now, and let me slip it into your mouth. That's it."

She parted her moist lips as if to receive his huge fleshy tool. But it was no good. She could manipulate her own body, but she couldn't pretend his prick was in her mouth when there was nothing there but air.

Nevertheless, she thought she heard him gasp at the other end of the wire. It was the same gasp of pleasure he usually made when she gave him head. Again she tried to pretend she was sucking his cock, but it was no use.

"Mike, honey," she whispered into the phone. "Fuck me, honey. I need you to fuck me please!"

"Okay, baby," Mike said. "Spread your thighs."

"I am, I am!" Joyce whimpered.

She ran her hands feverishly over her trembling inner thighs. The edges of her fingers brushed her swollen wet cuntlips. Hot tremors of lust gripped her body. She tried to imagine him crouching between her splayed legs, his thick rigid cock bobbing and twitching.

"Ohh, put it in me!" she moaned. "Fuck my cunt, honey! God, do it to me!"

"Okay, baby, now I'm sliding it into you. Feel it going in?"

"Yes!"

She was lying. Actually she didn't feel anything like his prick slipping into her hungry pussy. Her pussy was empty. She slid three fingers into it, fucking herself rapidly. But it wasn't anything like the feel of his thick pole cramming her.

"Now I'm fucking you, slow and my," Mike murmured.

He gasped again, as if something mysterious was happening at his end of the line. But Joyce was too far gone to care. She dipped both hands into her cunt and began ravishing herself wildly.

"Uh! Uh," she groaned.

The phone receiver slipped out of the cradle of her shoulder and check and fell to the bed. But she barely noticed. I want to come! I want to come! she screamed to herself. God, I want a cock in me! A huge thick plunging cock!

She rubbed her throbbing clit wildly with the fingers of both hands. Her writhing body rippled with fire. She bucked her hips spastically, yearning for a hot climax.

"Oh yes!" she panted. "Oh God, yes!"

She lost track of everything but the crazy lust in her squirming body. She strained. Her back arched, ad her body stiffened. Now! Now!

She thrashed clumsily in the rumpled sheets as the spasms wrenched her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Aaiieeeee! Oh! Unnggghhh!"