Joyce Dickinson part 7

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Joyce Dickinson part 7″Pour some wine Joyce I’m gagging here girl”As if by autopilot, Joyce opened the screw top bottle of very chilled white wine and poured two glasses. “Arrrggghh. That’s better” said Sylvia as she took a long gulp of the refreshing Sauvignon Blanc. “Been looking forward to that” Joyce sipped her drink and watched her friend finish off drying her hair. “So…what have you been up to today….anything exciting. You shipped a nice well hung black stud in while I’ve been working…eh Joyce babe….hehehehe.”Sylvia lived for sex. It filled her mind incessantly, and she never tired of situations that sprang into her mind involving her being screwed. Their was nothing like the feeling of being impaled on a nice hard cock and riding that pole until the lights start dancing and the stars start exploding. “Nno..I don’t think so, I I’ve been asleep most of the day…I think…been really tired…and…I feel…a bit…strange….like I’m a bit floaty…can’t describe it…as if I’m in a dream””Ooooh I get dreams too….hehehe, mine though normally find me getting done by a hard cock haha”Joyce couldn’t get the dream out of her subconscious. ….it had taken over all her thoughts. The dream now included most of what had happened to her today. Reality had been overtaken by an overwhelming feeling that she would wake up on Saturday morning and every thing that had happened would be wiped from her memory. Starting her depravity day afresh with just a new day to recuperate with her newly reacquainted friend. Nothing made sense any more. Did she do those things with Robbie?? Did she watch her friend and husband have sex?? Did she see Steve in her bedroom expose his cock to her?? Was it deliberate?? Did her friend use a dildo on her?? Was Robbie fucking his mothers asshole?? Did she give Robbie a blowjob in the kitchen?? And now…the biggie…did she just ask Sylvia if Robbie could come and live with her till she was better?? All so foggy all so….oh god what a mess. Sylvia pulled her foot up onto the stool and started painting her toenails. She was telling Joyce a story of some gut at work who was ‘trying to get into her knickers’ and was cute and she was teasing him…..Joyce heard the words but wasn’t paying attention. She was just staring at the sight that Sylvia had presented when she positioned herself to paint her nails. Her gown had separated and with leg raised and knees spread slightly, Joyce was staring straight into her best friends perfectly looking pussy, and the thought that overtook everything there and then was that in her dream….or was it reality…Robbie had been slamming his cock, hard, and fast..into that beautiful looking, smooth centre of womanhood. She envisioned how stretched in would look with Robbies beautiful sculpted penis sliding in and out, making her moan and groan and beg for her son to do her harder…and harder… She had heard Sylvia ask Steve to do her harder and faster….but that was in the other part of her dream…or was it?… She couldn’t remember. She wondered when Sylvia would ask her to repay the favour…and use the massive dildo on her….she wondered if that massive rubber cock would go into such a beautiful tight little hole…”……..So I said to him..Mick…I’m a married woman….married women don’t fuck thier work colleagues. Heehee. And he laughed and said he’d never stop trying. Haha” …bit dishy though. Might be tempted. Haha. God I’m a dirty slut. Eh girl..heehee”Joyce just smiled and continued her gaze at her friends pussy. She wondered what it would be like to lick and carress it…part her lips and insert a finger in, then kiss and worship that very centre of her being. She didn’t think she gay…at all..it was just a fleeting thought that presented itself from some place in her mind that she had, as yet, failed to delve in. Her tummy felt strange and she shivered and felt her nipples harden against the material of her blouse. She didn’t have any underwear on…Robbie had told her not to wear any..or was it Steve…it may even have been Sylvia…did her friend tell her, to not where underwear because she wanted to insert the massive rubber cock into her again…she didn’t remember. Nothing was in order. Sylvia clicked her, glass against the table, signalling that she was ready for a refill. Joyce dragged her eyes away from her friends crotch, and poured her another glass of wine. Hers was still half full, and just put a token amount into her own glass. “I’ll ask Robbie tonight about coming to stay with you…it’ll all be good, don’t worry. Mind that boy can eat…better get well stocked up. Be good for you for a while too. Some company…Come round here anytime you want too…treat it like your own…I’ll get you a key cut…Steve will be cool too…mind….he’s mine….he’s off limits. Heeheehee. That big boys alllll mine”. She emphasised. Joyce nearly told her that she’d dreamt about Steve being in her bedroom, with his penis really hard, and exposing it to her. Something stopped her and she looked back at her friends mouth moving and tried to latch onto her words again….”….clean his bedroom and do his own washing. He’s a good lad that way. We’ll sort it don’t worry. Can’t smell smoke from the barbecue yet…bet he’s still in his room….wanking probably. Heehee. He’s a canlı bahis siteleri dirty little tyke…haha. You’d better get a lock on your door..haha..he’ll be sneaking in and pitching your knickers…haha…just watch your not still in them…hahahahaha.” Sylvia was getting decidedly giggly from her two glasses of wine, and that’s when her mouth normally runs away from her. She says exactly what she thinking when she’s had a tipple. Just the way she is. “Robbies words in her dream about using his mothers underwear for masturbating, resonated in her distant memory. He had told her, or, again, was it Steve, that he used his mothers panties for his own self gratification…making her think that he had in fact, taken her own borrowed thong, belonging to Sylvia and he had told her he was going to cum in them. Joyce wondered how many times Sylvia’s panties had been wanked into, then washed, then wanked into again. She watched as her frien dropped her dressing gown to the floor and pulled a pair of black thong panties up her legs and snugged them in to her very attractive body. Joyce looked for telltale marks but couldn’t see any. “Not bad for nearly 40…. Eh Joyce…me and you both…couple of milfs…we are…heehee.”Joyce had heard the expression, but didn’t quite understand it. In her befuddled state of mind, in fact, nothing made any real sense. Her friend hadn’t really thought about what she had just said, she didn’t mean any malice or anything….she just didn’t think, that Joyce, could never be a ‘milf’. ‘Mother I’d love to fuck’. Joyce was not, or would ever be, a mother….luckily, the irony of Sylvia’s flippant remark escaped both women “Yes….still got it” she said rubbing he’s hands up and down her lithe body. “Soave you mind k**….your in good nick as well…we’ll, get that beaver sorted properly and maybe a tat here and there eh…having you looking fab for a bit of sexy time…heehee. Wish Steve was here…could do with a quickie..hehehe. Shouldn’t tellyou this but God is that man good. Gets it up, like…instantaneous….Steve…get a stiffie…now…boyoyong”..its up and ready….wow…haha. And….hehehe….its fookin massive…8″ and so thick….wow….biggest is best…haha…and it’s got a curve in it….fuck….hits spots no one else has….god he’s good….whys he not here…haha.”Joyce remembered in her dream. Steves cock….it was in his shorts she couldn’t see the curve…that part was hidden. She saw the head though, and she tried to guess its length…then she remembered…again in a dream, yes…she did see in…when it was in her friends pussy…yes…she remembered. She very nearly blurted out ‘yes yes I’ve seen it…it is fucking massive’. But luckily, her unsure mind, lacking clarity stopped her, just as she about to speak. “Heehee shouldn’t be telling you this…you’ll want him for yourself. Haha..just teasing pet…know you wouldn’t do that to me….hold on…how bout a threesome…eh…been years since I did a mixey up. God that’s so many years ago…college..that’s it…fuck yea I remember. You were courting….I was ..well.loose… Haha. Yes… loose…fucking hell, thinking back…God I had some cock. Great days…bet I fucked two hundreds blokes….what a slut I was……still am” she reminisced and poured herself another glass., giggling away to herself. “Right…what am I going to wear…in fact….what are we both going to wear..you can’t wear them things it’s too hot. How bout a bikini eh…it’s still boiling out there and it would be nice to get some colour.” She slipped her thong down her legs and it joined her dressing gown in a pile on the floor. She walked to her drawers and Joyce’s eyes followed her, watching her firm bottom, slightly shake as she took new steps. “Come here, pet, pick one for yourself.” That person who was guiding Joyce, helped her to her feet and pusher her the few steps to stand by Sylvia’s side. “Get them off girl…let’s see what’s gonna suit ya…. Those hands took Joyce’s hands and slowly undid the buttons of her plain blouse and threw the top on top of the rest of the clothes leaving her standing naked from the waist up. Sylvia looked at her friends breasts and admired her firm rounded globes, topped with the hardest nipples she’d ever seen. Her own nipples had been used for breast feeding but these two beauties, hadn’t. “Wow, k**, you’ve got a mighty fine pair of puppies on you…that’s for damned sure. Look how still them nips are. Let me touch….gotta feel them hard beauties…wow…feel them k**do…so firm….mine are…ok…yours are perfectomundo….heehee.” Sylvia continued to stroke and explore Joyce’s heaving breasts, tweaking the nipples playfully. Joyce just stood and watched her friends hands, move and excite her responsive flesh. She wondered if this was part of her dream, present or past…she wondered if she should return the pleasure that her friend was giving her “Wow girl…if I was a lezzer I’d want to suck them babies all day. Get the rest off…come in. Ain’t got all day”. Joyce came out of her reverie and dragged her instruction back to her memory. ‘Get the rest off….” That’s what she said…. Her unfashionable jeans topped the clothes mountain and she stood naked next to her friend. “See,,.we get that horrible spikey stuff waxed off perabet giriş and you’ll be half way ready…eh” Sylvia’s hand rubbed gently against Joyce’s pubic mound, pointing out to her that it wasn’t attractive or practical. Men didn’t like it anymore. She said. Of course it was a matter of preference. Ans Sylvia’s preference, for a long time, was smooth. “When ya go for your waxing, it’ll take every hair away…even these…” She slipped a finger right onto Joyce’s pussy lip and pulled the labia back, pointing out all the hairs that would be removed during her depilation. “See all these go…every last little snagger…all gone…like a baby again…haha. And all the bum hairs. All gone. Hurts a bit mind….I love it though…the pain…nearly came once…wow…dirty cow ain’t I…mind baby…this here honey pots not exactly dry..I might add.”….she slipped a finger an inch or so into Joyce’s moist slit and pulled it out showing her friend her secretions…”Joyce…well I never…your horny…what’s stoked your little love snatch…eh…look your wet as fuck…heehee…” She held her finger right in front of Joyce’s face and the moisture was plain to see. Joyce smiled and blushed. “I’ve a toy or two, if you need some help…” She said giggling. Sylvia then unintentionally stuck the finger in her mouth and licked off Joyce’s secretions….” Ooooh don’t know why I did that…heehee,, ummmm tastes nice though…like mine….sweeeeeeet. Haha….fuck the toy….I’ll eat you instead…hahahahaha” she joked. “Nnno no. I’m not sure….” “Joyce…I was teasing…but if all you are is…’not sure’….maybe you want your carpet munched… Haha”. Joyce didn’t have a clue what her friend was talking about…’carpet munched’ …it was all double Dutch and nonsensical to the bewildered and confused girl. “Yes….we’ll get that sorted and then…its..onwards and upwards…haha. Now drink up and we’ll get something sexy on and get out into the garden. Two near naked women around is gonna get my Steve in a right old tither. Haha. Mind I get the benefits…I’ll lent you a toy…don’t worry…or if you want I’ll come along after he’s done me…and I’ll eat you out….stoke that love bucket for you with my special black beauty..hehehehe.”‘This has to be back in my dream…has to be….its all the same jumbled dream. Everybody wants to fuck me…everybody….’ Raced through Joyce’s dream. “Here…try this on..” Joyce took the bikini set and pulled the panties on first. They were a white thong and top set with small beading around the edges. She felt the beading on the skin on her inner thighs and when she tried the bra on, it pushed her breasts up high on her chest, giving her a very impressive cleavage in deed. “Wow..looks good k**…hold on though…look” She pointed to the little hairs in her bikini line….” Can’t have that…hold on a sec…don’t move.” She dived into the shower room and immediately came back with a razor.. “Whip um off pet”… Instructing Joyce to remove her bottoms… ” good girl…now sit down and open wide….just take a mo…now I’m not gonna finger the love pot but I’m gonna…just touch you…there…and pull skin taught…see..get those little nasties,…..sc****d away…see…easy….now, the other side…same again…skin taught….sc**** sc**** sc****…see.all, done…easy peasy..” She brushed the skin, making sure it was smooth, then quickly swiped a finger straight though Joyce’s wet folds and licked the finger…all in two seconds… Joyce stared open mouthed at Sylvia, who was now creased over laughing. “Fuck…Joyce if you could see your face…hahahahaha. Tell you girl…..we’re gonna have a night in….just me and you….and we two young chicks are gonna have a sexy experiment… Your pussy tastes real….eatable…we could you know….haha try it…might be fun….tell all men..fuck right of…am a lezzer now…don’t need dicks anymore…hehehehe. .. Fancy that Joyce..eh…me and you. 69ing PHWAAA ….”Wake up wake up…why couldn’t she wake up. “Oh..er” she stuttered. “I I I don’t know””I’m teasing you daft mare…might be fun though…think about it…now…get those pants back on and yets get outside. We’re missing the rays”. She picked a black set which were full bikini briefs and a minuscule top, and the two women went down stairs and into the garden. Robbie had just started with the barbecue when his mum and Aunty Joyce appeared in the garden.. After delivering the wine, he had pulled the door shut but didn’t close it. For the next 20 minutes he had listened and spied on the two women, who thought they were talking privately. On reflection, he realised that it was mainly his mum that did the talking, which was not a surprise because she was a real motor mouth and was often teased about it. He couldn’t see when his mother was touching Joyce’s breasts but he got a good idea, from her description, what was happening. He did see her doing her friends bikini line, and then touching her wet cunt and licking her finger. Fuck that was good. He listened attentively as she described her youth, and how she liked cock so much, when she was his age, and was really shocked at the amount of men she’d fucked. Wow…mothers a real slut..he thought. What got him extra hard though was the thought of his mother and perabet güvenilir mi Aunty Joyce in a 69 position. He thought really positively about this, and was sure his mother was using some sort of auto suggestion, to implant the idea of the two of the having sex together. He hoped he’d see that…by fuck did he! At that point Robbie had had to get his cock out. He’d stroked a few times and looked for something to shoot in to. He had nothing. He walked to his bedroom, got Joyce’s borrowed thong out from his jeans pocket, wrapped his thick dick in them, and tugged and tugged until the self ministrations brought a happy conclusion. The sticky garment barely absorbed the massive ejaculation, and he wondered what to do with the soiled mess they were now. HA…he thought, and walked through the adjoining ensuite and into Joyce’s bedroom. He found her overnight bag and opened it. Inside there was a plastic bag, with clothes Joyce had worn and were now discarded. He shoved the cum soaked panties deep into the middle, not caring if he smeared some of his love juice onto her other clothes. He smiled as he closed the bag, left the room and showered quickly, just getting into the garden before the two women appeared, wearing only very revealing bikinis. Heaven. “Robbie…be a dear and run up and get the wine…might as well finish that bottle before we start another….run…come on…mums in party mode!” “Ok…watch the coals…”He ran upstairs and into his mothers bedroom. Seeing the pile of clothes he examined the content, but was dissaponted at the result. One pair of panties…and no smell. That’s no good..he thought. He saw the razor, with a few tiny hairs, and knew they were from Aunty Joyce’s pussy mound. Nothing else to be gained he collected the wine and took it downstairs, and out into the garden. “Thank you darling, your a treasure….oh….dear… it’s nearly empty..oh well.”.. She tipped the remaining wine into Joyce’s glass, handed it to her, and went into the house saying…”should have had a pee when I was inside….just be a mo…I’ll get another bottle and an ice bucket. You want a beer Robbie?” “Mmmm yea ok…Stella if that’s ok”. “Ok babe…you might want to put some cream on Aunty Joyce’s back if she wants…damned hot today””Ok mum…my pleasure” Joyce had been sitting, on a sun bed, absorbing the suns rays, and totally letting all conversation pass her by. She took sips of the, by now, warm wine, and admired the flowers, blooming in the borders surrounding the lawn. She heard a door slam shut, and then someone was behind her, telling her words that said “Aunty Joyce…lie on your front…mum says I’ve to cream your back” She placed her glass, carefully on the grass, so as not to spill it, and swung her legs under her and lay on the bed, face down. She turned her face to one side, placing her arms under her face to act as a pillow. For two pins she could just close her eyes and go to sleep, she thought. Cold lotion being poured onto her back brought her awake a little, but when the massaging hands started gliding over her skin she slipped back into drowsy mode. She didn’t flinch a muscle when she felt her bikini top being undone, and the strong cream covered hands, continued, relieving her aching muscles. The hands swept up and down, right up into her neck and hair line…down, right passed her waist to the top of the crack of her bottom. The cream was now being poured into her legs… She could do this herself…she knew…but…it was so good…be a shame to move… The strong hands started at her feet, ribbing and teasing…and moved…and rubbed and moved…higher and higher….back down…soothing…and rubbing. She felt her legs widening…did she do that? Or was it that outer being..the one guiding her, her mentor through this dream…the hands…on her exposed bottom…more cream….cold…hands, squeezing, pulling, legs getting wider…dream, please don’t stop…hands pulling her string to one side…hand in groin. Pussy, so wet…hands on her mound…cupping….finger…on her…in her…ooooh so good…dont stop…a voice…speaking….stop…please…more finger…please…words…cum Joyce cum…was that the words,,,was that her brain…the feelings….so wet…so need…to….cum…please…faster….Robbie…Steve….Sylvia….please…someone….uurrgghh…yes.yes.yes. Quiet….shhhhhhh….toooo loud. sleep…must sleep. She didn’t feel her top being fastened up or the material being placed back into the crack of her arse. She didn’t feel the body getting off the sun bed, and she didn’t hear the door opening and closing as her friend returned. All she heard was the sound of the big rubber cock squelching in and out of her well stretched pussy, her best friend using the giant oversized black dildo to bring her friend to orgasm. She felt the glorious feelings only a woman can derive from an impending climax…she shrieked, in her dream, as Sylvia pulled the huge cock, out of her cunt, and attached her mouth to her gaping, obscenely stretched vulva, drinking those delicious juices, her best friend released. They filled her mouth to overflowing… running down her chin…she didn’t care….Sylvia drank them, swallowing in, gulps…nectar..Joyce…watching her…swallowing…in her dream… She leaned forward…lips close…Sylvia…her friend…wanting…to..kiss…her… She slept the sleep of a woman satisfied. Her dream faded and then returned. She heard voices. Somewhere…friends. Laughter. She drifted…again…dreaming…..of …Sylvia! Wake up. Please wake up………

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