He came forward and shoved his cockhead into her wet slit, and skidded it up past her hungry hole to jam it against her clit. She was too far gone to admonish him for purposely going on with the humiliating teasing. She just reached down and grabbed his hot meat and stabbed the big blunt end of it against her screaming hole. For a moment there was a weird sexual tug of war between them, but then he surged forward and drove his cock in her up to the hilt.

"Uuuuuuh-h-h-h-h!" If there was any pain, Joyce didn't feel it. All she felt was a completion of her body as a woman, a fulfillment of her soul as a human being. It seemed as if she had everything she wanted in life then, but only for a moment.

His cock was way up inside her, as far as it would go. There was wonderful pressure on her clitoral area. There was that stretching she'd craved. But what she now needed was friction, and plenty of it.

"Come on and fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me,

please fuck me! Phil, Phil," she moaned, "for the love of God, fuck me!"

"Many times," he said, slowly moving now at last. "Any time. All the time. Right, Joyce?"

"All the time, oh, all the time!" she promised as her body undulated with sensuous luxury under these first slow movements of his cock.

"You and me and Miss Beresford, having a ball all the time, all the fucking time."

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, all but purring now as she felt the approach of that one big climax she'd been searching for all along, the one that would end her sexual hunger forever.

"Sucking cock and cunts, butt-fucking and cunt-fucking and having a ball, a fucking goddamned ball with you, any time we want to."

"Any time at all," she said, joining in his sex fantasy, just as he'd joined in hers. "But show me now. Fuck me now. Harder, oh, harder!"