Another, for the road...

Josh momentarily considered packing Joan up and sending her back across the street, making her suffer. He also realized that to effectively play a fiddle, you need to know which strings to pluck.

Josh picked Joan up, and quickly stripped her of her clothing, sending her shirt to the right, her bra to the left, her pants somewhere over his left shoulder and her panties somewhere over his right. He did take momentary notice of the fine undergarments, but this was not about teasing. This was pure animalistic lust filled sex. He laid Joan down on the parquet flooring and crawled between her legs, pushing them apart as he neared her burning, dripping sex. He grabbed his hammer with his right hand and ran the bulbous head up and down the wet slit, coating his cock and parting her blood-engorged lips. He quickly zeroed in on the narrow opening, forcefully dropping his weight on his tool.

Joan was in another world as she found herself clothed one second, and buck-assed naked on the floor, the next second. This was definitely not what she had envisioned earlier when she was masturbating, but the end result was going to be the same. She prepared herself for her new lover’s penetration. She expected a slow methodical approach like he took earlier with her orally. Joan’s gut busted as she was literally split in half when Josh impaled himself upon her. All the air was gone from her lungs as she struggled to breathe. The lumberjack cock displaced her lungs, leaving her no chance to catch her breath. Her eyes flew wide in shock and pain, and then rolled back in their sockets as her womanly fluids rushed to the scene of the attack. Her initial grunt was replaced by a long drawn out guttural groan as the intense pleasure washed away the initial hurt.

Josh wasted no time, quickly building his tempo to lightning speeds. His cock was thrusting in and out of the slippery silk glove enveloping his shaft, driving Joan delightfully insane. Having just exploded earlier, Josh was simply relishing in tormenting Joan, driving her into one orgasm after another. Joan’s body thrashed beneath Josh, while he continued fucking away. He was not making love to her, he was merely fucking her.

After Joan’s pussy stretched to accommodate Josh’s pecker, and lubricated itself with her pussy juices, Joan settled in for a glorious fuck. Joan’s heart was racing as she continued gasping for air, feeling the tiny tremors in her body quickly building to unbearable proportions. Halfway through each quaking mini-orgasm Joan was experiencing, another one was building. Her body was exploding with bright white flashes of light all around her as each firework exploded. Within minutes she was thrashing wildly as she dove into the tidal waves sweeping throughout her body.

Joan recovered from her orgasm to find Josh still pumping wildly into her. She realized that his earlier ejaculation meant he would have more staying power. She wrapped her legs around Josh’s back and locked her ankles just above his tight ass. Josh’s cock was now going deeper as Joan cried out, his cock banging against her cervix, trying to gain entry into her womb. For the second time, Joan found herself climbing a cliff to reach a pinnacle of sexual ecstasy. Every step along the way Joan’s body erupted, as the perspiration flowed from her pores. This time, however, Josh was climbing the same cliff, as his sense of urgency and pressure continued to build. Several minutes later, both Joan and Josh erupted in a mutually shared orgasm, causing Josh’s cock to fill Joan’s pussy. Joan’s cunt contracted around the thick shaft, milking the second series of spurts from Josh. Joan’s body was immediately engulfed in a sea of warm waters as the hot molten lava erupted from the volcano.

Joan was mistaken when she thought Josh was finished. He continued pumping his cock into her cum-filled cunny, pushing the abundant mixture out of her cavern. The loose, slippery sensation was in stark contrast to the tight, friction-filled feeling previously. Joan enjoyed the new experience as Josh never slowed, amazed at his stamina. Josh reached back, grabbing Joan’s ankles, still locked behind him, and pulled them forward until they were resting on his broad shoulders. Joan was nearly bent in half as Josh assumed the push-up position above her. His cock was now drilling into her at a ninety degree angle to the floor. Joan’s head flailed from side to side as Josh’s long saber drew out and pushed back into its slippery sheath, dragging deliberately across her overly-sensitive, blood-engorged, lust filled, and cream-covered clit. The jolts of electricity coursing throughout her body were stemming from the core. The new angle also stretched Joan even wider. She felt as if Josh’s cock would pop out her back and into the floor. It didn’t take long for Joan to explode once more as Josh continued sawing in and out. Tears of bliss were streaming out of her eyes as Joan’s body continually erupted with orgasms on top of each other. Her breathing was so quick and so short she was sure she was going to pass out, yet she didn’t want the sensations to stop.

Josh knew she was close to passing out, keeping her at the brink of blackout as long as he could. He finally slowed down, gradually bringing Joan back to reality as she continued gasping and mumbling. “Oh my God,” “Incredible,” “Whew,” and “Jesus,” were some of the phrases and words Josh could understand. Josh took the opportunity to admire Joan’s taut mountains of flesh having skipped the foreplay earlier. His cock still entrenched in the cum-filled cavern, Josh began pawing at the pliable orbs, tweaking the hardened rubbery peaks with his thumbs. He dropped his mouth over the pink nubs and playfully suckled on each one, keeping Joan sexually alive. He grinned knowingly when he felt Joan’s hands clamp his head in place. She lovingly stroked his hair as he alternated between the ripe melons.

Joan couldn’t talk; her voice was gone from all the agonizing moaning and groaning earlier. Even though she wanted the orgasmic experience to continue, she was glad Josh let her recover. She was doubly delighted when he finally attended to the aching tightness in her chest. Now he was being soft and gentle! This is what she had envisioned the foreplay would be like. It was in total opposition to what she had planned; however, Joan was not about to complain as her lover attended to her needs. What amazed Joan even more so as she purred was that Josh, even after two climaxes, was still hard! He had let Joan’s legs drop to the floor, yet he kept his hot poker buried in her cauldron. She could feel their lovemaking climax concoction dripping down the crack of her ass as he slowly stroked in and out. She wrapped her hands gently around his head as his mouth clamped down on her nipple. Her fingers danced through his hair while his tongue danced across her nubbins. She guided his head back and forth, alternating between her breasts, as he planted wet kisses along the way. Joan realized she was becoming insatiable for Josh’s sexual appetite; she couldn’t get enough.

Ten minutes later, Joan felt the friction begin to increase between her legs as most of the lubrication had been displaced. Her body twitched more and more as Josh continued slowly plowing his entire rod through her inflamed labia. Josh, too, was becoming more insistent in his thrusting, slowly increasing his tempo once again. His gentle kisses and tongue lashings evolved into hard suckling and chewing on the rubbery flesh. He raked his teeth across the sensitive tips occasionally biting down, eliciting sharp cries of pain from Joan, which were immediately followed by a violent bucking of her hips. Suddenly, Josh pulled out with a loud pop, leaving a gaping hole.

Joan felt herself nearing an unexplainable, record shattering orgasm. She had never been so stimulated in her life, and yet her body craved more and more and more. When Josh pulled out, leaving her empty and void, she wanted to scream! She was so close to cumming again! She couldn’t understand why Josh would stop when he apparently was getting nearer also. She thrust her hips up into nothingness trying to hump an imaginary cock. Josh’s rough manhandling had stoked her fire to three-alarm status and she needed his fire hose to put it out.

Josh grabbed Joan by the hips and tolled her over, admiring her naked ass for the first time. He would have fun with that, he told himself, but opted to save that for a later date. He pulled her waist up until Joan was on all fours. Kneeling behind her, he positioned his cock at the gaping hole and thrust in once again.

Joan quickly found herself in another new position as Josh’s cock entered her hungry hole. It now felt as if his cock were in her throat as he plunged deeply into her womanhood. Joan was again blinded by fireworks as they exploded in her body. She rocked back and forth, humping backwards to meet his every thrust, forcing him deeper and deeper until it felt he were popping out her mouth. Josh leaned over her back, bracing himself with one hand as his other circled around her waist. He fingered her clit momentarily bringing both of them to the brink of explosion once more. He then moved his hand just above her clit and pressed his palm against the area between her belly and her slit. He continued pressing until he could feel his cock sliding in and out. Joan screamed and bucked like a wild bronco as Josh’s oversized cock head rubbed along a series of engorged veins buried in her twat. The pressure form Josh’s hand was causing the cock head to tickle her most erogenous spot. A split second later, Josh’s cock throbbed and spit its final load into Joan’s swallowing snatch at the same time as Joan lost control of her bodily functions, pissing a clear womanly, musky fluid all over Josh’s cock. The abundant, runny liquid ran in rivers down her thighs past her knees, and puddled on the wooden floor.

Joan collapsed on the floor, no longer able to support Josh’s dead weight on her back. They both lay panting trying to recover. Josh was finally satiated and tired, convinced he had reeled Joan into his web of debauchery. After several minutes, when Joan realized it was finally over, she gathered her clothes and excused herself to the powder room. When she emerged, she had the fresh-fucked glow that women always have despite her attempt to hide her infidelity. Josh had meanwhile slipped on a pair of sweatpants, and nothing else. The two hugged and kissed for another five minutes, Joan not wanting the night to end, before they agreed that it was in her best interest to get home. Joan reluctantly grabbed the door again, waiting to see if Josh would stop her again. This time he didn’t, so she peered up and down the darkened street looking for any signs of neighborly activity. At nearly two in the morning it was almost obvious she wouldn’t see any. She darted across the street and quietly entered the confines of her house where she found Henry sound asleep in bed. She giggled light-heartedly as she stripped her clothes off, smelling the obvious scent of sex upon them and slipped on an old flannel nightgown that she regularly wore to bed with Henry.

Josh had Joan wrapped around his finger, and he knew he’d be able to play her just like all the others. He knew she’d be back tomorrow. He was tired and was ready for bed. Just for the hell of it, Josh trod up the steps to his voyeuristic office to check in on his neighbor. Much to his dismay, he watched from the darkness as Lee was drying off from her nightly shower in the bathroom. She had just crossed the bathroom to close the curtains and return to bed. Even though he was upset at missing Lee, he was hopefully delighted that this would be a regular nightly event.