Ray Mills

Party girl

CHAPTER ONE

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.