Chapter 10 : Joy's Departure

Now, what I said earlier, you know, about Jenny finding another lover while I was screwing her on a daily basis mystifying me was true. But after some soul searching, and clear thinking, I found the answer.

After all, I was still seeing Chelsea, Mora and Joy regularly. I was naive enough to think the world revolved around me and not anyone else. So, while I was taking my three girlfriends into the woods ... yes, the same woods where Karen and I got it on for the first time. Oh, and please, not all at once, but singly, one day, one girl. Jenny had plenty of opportunity to find her new lover, and my replacement.

It wasn't all that bad a breakup. First of all, Jenny thought the guy was going to marry her. I wasn't in that category, not at all. I believe to this day that she felt badly about the situation; that she was concerned our breaking up might damage my frail male ego; and to avoid that happening, let me down as easily as possible. I didn't walk in on them. She told me after a strenuous session with her in her bed.

"Bree," she said, tenderly wiping the sweat from my brow. "We can't go on. There is someone else."

"What! Who?"

"His name is Carson. He's thirty two years old and I think he wants to marry me. Look, I know this comes as a shock, but I really do love you ... sexually at least. You're a great kid, and a wonderful lover. You're much better than Carson in the sack, but he ... he represents security, Bree. And I need that what with the baby and all."

"Yeah, but..." I began.

"No," she said, reading my mind. "We can't meet when he's not around. I can't afford the risk of him discovering us. I hope you understand. I know it's hard to see right now, but you'll understand down the road."

"Yeah, sure," I said trying without much success to disguise my bitterness.

"Bree<' Jenny said, "I know it sounds trite right now, but you are one terrific lover. You won't have any difficulty finding another girl."

I didn't throw the other girls in her face, choosing to remain silent, embracing my imagined pain over being discarded like yesterday's newspaper.

Summer vacation loomed. One week to go. It was then that I learned of Joy's eminent departure to New Mexico. Jenny was already fading from memory. I had had a steady diet of Chelsea, Mora and Joy. My sexual craving was sated, to a degree that is, it was never fully satisfied, not at that age with rampaging hormones and a steadily growing dick.

It just so happened that my mother and her lover had a rare opportunity to get away for a weekend, and I had the house to myself. Myself and Joy, that is.

I decided to treat the day as if we were returning home after a date. Joy laughed and welcomed the idea. I think she was more than pleased to have been selected for this tête-à-tête with me over the others. Of course, that was my logic too. Great minds work alike, no?

I walked her to the living room and sat down next to her on the sofa. After putting my arm around her shoulder, I pulled her into a fierce tonguing kiss. Joy loved Frenching with me; she was perhaps the most oral fixated of the three girls. Gradually, I eased her back onto the sofa cushions and when she was flat on her back, I slid off the sofa and onto my knees.

Still kissing and caressing her, I slid my hand over her breast and pinched at the nipple through her bra. Joy groaned her approval, and I repeated the same with the other. I was going slowly, drawing the pleasure out, for we had all the time we would need.

I undid a button on her blouse and slid a hand into the cup of her bra; she sighed, and when I repeated the pinch to her left breast she moaned. A moment later I was undoing the clasp at the front of her wonderbra, freeing both her wonderful tits to my view.

As always, I paid homage to them, first telling her how beautiful they were. Then kissing them, and sucking hard on each nipple. Her nipples were the puffy type, and certainly overly sensitive at this point. I experimented with them, alternately cupping each at its base and squeezing them until my hand slipped upward enough for me to grasp and pinch the nipples.

While she was moaning at this novelty, I tongued the tip of each bud for a moment before sucking hard on each one in turn.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "My panty's are so fucking wet, touch me there."

I heard her clearly, but chose to ignore her pleading.

I concentrated on her tits, sucking one nipple, and squeezing the other, then switching breasts. Joy was writhing all over the cushions. She really wanted me in her, but I knew that delaying our fuck would only serve to heighten her orgasm.

When she began to shiver each time I bit down on a nipple, I knew I should move on, and did. I worked my tongue into her navel and heard her soft scream of delight.

Placing my hand at the bottom edge of her skirt, I began to inch it slowly upward. Joy was trying to twist herself so that she could grind her pussy against either my hand or my leg. This was something she had done during previous encounters, and I was prepared for it; and turned aside avoiding that precious contact.

I abandoned her nipples for the moment, and spent some time kissing and sucking around her belly button. Joy was crying with the sheer pleasure, but still sought to hurry things along in order to reach her climax.

Trying to distract her, I placed a hand on her pussy's mound, and she stiffened, apparently in anticipation of my penetrating her pussy. She was wearing pantyhose and nothing else. I rubbed my thumb up and down her swollen labia through the crotch panel material.

"Oh, God, Aubrey, RIP THEM OFF ME!

Teasing her, I asked, "What was that? What did you say?"

"TOUCH ME THERE! PLEASE, TOUCH ME!"

Sliding up along her lithe body, I found her mouth and covered it with mine. Her hunger was all to obvious and our tongues dueled incessantly until we both tired. As our lips parted, my thumbnail caught in the seam of her crotch panel and I ripped a hole in the pantyhose. A split second later, I had my middle finger two knuckles into her silken heat.

And when I bit hard on her stiffened nipple, she started to cum.

I used that as an opportunity to take my hand from her sex and turn her legs toward me. With my hands on outer part of her thighs, I pushed the skirt up to her waist. Her pussy stared at me through the peephole I'd torn in her pantyhose. With a harsh laugh, I tore the pantyhose to shreds. Joy began to laugh with me as her climax began to abate.

"You gonna fuck..." she started to say, but I mashed my face into the swampy morass that passed for her vaginal opening and tongued her, occasionally moving up to tease her clit.

Soundlessly, Joy drove her cunt into my face, lifting her ass off the cushions to do it. I began lapping at the seemingly endless river of juices oozing out of her. Something told me to leave her cunt and move to the clitoris. There, each minor touch of my tongue to her sensitive clit sent Joy's stomach muscles into a series of small convulsions.