Joyce Brings a Friend

A confirmed 36-year-old bachelor has a new female neighbor who has a teenage daughter. He quicky discovers they are a sexually liberated and adventurous duo.

Part One

In 1980 I, Lenny Sands, was a 36-year-old male who was dedicated to staying single. A short and unhappy marriage can have that effect on men. I was married at age 25 and divorced at 26. My cheating spouse got half my assets, an outcome which seemed terribly unfair to me. I spent the next decade trying to get back to the point I was at before I made the terrible mistake of getting married.

I lived alone in a small bungalow in suburbia. I was doing rather well as an independent accountant with numerous clients. I dated occasionally, but I made it clear to the females that I was not at all interested in matrimony—just fun with no strings attached. “Once bitten, twice shy!” I informed them. This revelation was okay with some of them, but it caused many women to reject me after the first date. One, in fact, abandoned me mid-date when I stated my strong opinion on the topic.

In June of that year, the house across the street from me that had been owned by an 85-year-old widower who had recently died was sold to a woman and her teenage daughter. I was tending to some yard work on the morning their moving van arrived with all their belongings. Being the neighborly type, I crossed the street to greet them. The first thing I noticed was that the daughter looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, but her mother looked remarkably young. There was no way she was even my age. Indeed, when I began to converse with Danielle Farraday, she said she had recently celebrated her 32nd birthday and that her daughter, Joyce, was 14 and had just finished the eighth grade. “I got an early start at motherhood,” Danielle added, in case I was weak at math. I laughed and told her I was an accountant, so I had already done the calculation in my head.

I offered to get a pizza for all three of us to have for lunch while the movers unloaded their stuff. My offer was gladly accepted. I made a phone call, ordered two pizzas (one was heavy on mushrooms because I loved them), garlic bread, and two large bottles of cola. Our lunch was delightful. I told the Farraday ladies my life story and I heard theirs. Danielle said she hardly knew the man who fathered her daughter nearly 15 years ago. I chose not to ask any personal questions about that subject.

Things unfolded rapidly from there. Before the evening concluded, my act of kindness and generosity had been well rewarded. I ended up in bed with Danielle, who was a sexy 5’5” brunette and quite an excellent lover. It was entirely her idea, but she didn’t exactly have to twist my arm to get me to comply. Danielle’s charms in the bedroom won me over immediately. I strongly ejaculated twice within 15 minutes that first night. Did I mention that Danielle was an excellent lover? She was impressed that I could recover so quickly. (Frankly, so was I!) I was fully enchanted with her.

Better yet, Danielle and I both agreed that we weren’t really interested in romancing each other, or anybody else for that matter. We both just wanted to have a willing and handy sex partner nearby to satisfy our basic human urges. Living across the street from each other was about as handy as we could hope for. We figured fate was giving us exactly what we each desired. We had that discussion as we showered together after we’d screwed. I really liked my new neighbor!

For the first six weeks or so, Danielle and I averaged three carnal romps per week. Sometimes I went to her place; sometimes she crossed the street and slept in my bed. We usually dined with Joyce before hitting the sheets. Joyce typically occupied her time with TV programs and romance novels. She did some occasional babysitting, too, to earn some spending money. Joyce seemed well adjusted to her mother’s hedonistic lifestyle. It probably seemed normal to her.

Part Two

One day in late July, I was supposed to go across the street for another pizza dinner for three. When I got there, Joyce was waiting for me alone. Her mother was the manager of a busy convenience store that was located about a mile-and-a-half away from her house. One newly hired employee had abruptly quit on short notice, so Danielle had to unexpectedly cover his shift, which still had three hours to go. Joyce and I agreed to simply postpone our pizza meal until Danielle got home. Joyce telephoned her to relay our decision.

I hadn’t really gotten the chance to know Joyce very well yet, so I figured this unforeseen circumstance presented the perfect opportunity to do so. I figured we could chat and find some ways to amuse ourselves for the next 180 minutes. I had also noticed there were a few board games located on a shelf. We could always play one or two of those to kill the time.

Joyce, apparently, had other ideas that were far more intimate and interesting. "These romance novels that I'm reading make me horny!" she stated, seemingly out of the blue. "Lenny, we could always have a fuck to pass the time! That could be fun! Do you want to do that?"

The question startled me. I hadn't really noticed Joyce or considered her sexually in the month or so that I had known her. Joyce was an average-looking girl for her age. She was a bit on the lanky side and wasn't particularly busty, but she did have her charms. Joyce had a cute face and a brilliant smile that could light up a room. She also possessed a bubbly, unpredictable personality that was endearing. Her sudden request for sex was a good example of that trait.

"Joyce, how old are you?" I asked, already knowing what the answer was.

"I'm 14, Lenny. It's legal for me to consent to sex. Anyway, I'm not consenting—I'm the one doing the asking!"

I chuckled at that comment and said, "Joyce, I'm an accountant, not a lawyer. To the best of my knowledge, if you are underage, it doesn't matter if you are asking or being asked, it would still be illegal. But once you've attained the legal age of consent, I believe you are free to ask anyone else who is 14 and over for sex. I qualify—and then some!"

I hadn't definitely said either yes or no to her tempting offer, but it appeared that Joyce figured I needed some more convincing. She wasn't subtle about it. Joyce was clad in a loose-fitting teal top and blue cotton shorts. She was barefoot. To get my attention, she gracefully leapt atop a nearby footstool and began to do a sexy dance without any accompanying music. She turned it into a striptease by dropping her shorts to reveal her slightly small white panties with bright red trim. She then pulled her top off to show a brassiere that was perhaps a B-cup. After a few more suggestive gyrations, she flung both her panties and bra to the floor, tossing them in my general direction. Like most girls, Joyce was quite attractive when she had no clothes on.

"Are you interested in having sex with me now, Lenny?" she asked.

"I always was!" I replied. "Nevertheless, thanks for the show, Joyce. It was a nice bonus for me." I rose from my chair and accompanied Joyce to her bedroom which was adjacent to her mother's. I had never set foot there before.

Because of the arrangement Danielle and I had made about our relationship, I didn't feel I was being unfaithful to her at all by bedding Joyce. She was free to sleep with whomever she wished, as was I. However, I wasn't certain how accepting Danielle would be about my screwing her 14-year-old daughter in her house, regardless of whether she was "legal" or not. Therefore, I was somewhat tentative to begin with, but as soon as I saw Joyce sexily fingering her pussy, my inhibitions swiftly faded away. I rushed to join her in her cozy bed and began licking her nether regions. Within a minute I was penetrating her with my tongue and the middle finger on my right hand. Joyce, squealing and squirming wildly, was reacting as if it were the greatest feeling she had ever had. It honestly may have been just that. She later told me this was her first true sexual experience in her young life.

I was extremely horny myself, and I wanted to continue the penetrating with another part of my anatomy that was designed specifically for that purpose. I mounted Joyce missionary-style and slowly inserted my stiff rod into her wet pussy. It was fabulously tight—which made me even hornier as I realized I was likely exploring virgin territory. Once I determined that Joyce was comfortable with my throbbing penis inside her, I started to give her very gentle thrusts. We began to establish a pleasing rhythmic movement. My penetration of her became progressively deeper. Eventually, I was balls deep inside Joyce’s pussy—and loving every second of it.

“I think I’m going to come!” Joyce hollered at me when she was approaching an orgasm.

“Let it go and let it flow!” I coached her. While Joyce thrashed around on the bed, still impaled by my erection, I had just begun to enjoy her undersize tits. The feel of her nipples against the palms of my hands put me over the top. I quickly pulled out of her and shot a large load of semen that landed on her body—half on her tits and half on her face. It was a wonderful combination. Had I deliberately tried to do that, I would have likely failed at the task.

Joyce just remained still for a few moments, with jism sexily hanging from her eyelids, nose, lips and chin and even more thick, white goo hanging from both nipples. My ejaculation was better than any cum shot I had ever given her mother—and I told Joyce that, among other things.

One of those things was, “Joyce, honey, one of these days I won’t be able to control myself in your wonderful tight vagina and I’ll fill you with my warm cum until it overflows.” That news seemed to please her. Joyce sat up and enthusiastically gave me a long, romantic kiss. We spent the next 20 minutes hugging and kissing. I didn’t care a bit that most of Joyce’s face was slathered in my jism.

With our lovemaking done for the time, we both took a cool, cleansing shower. Then I gave Joyce a few chess lessons to pass the remaining time because no one had ever shown her how to play the game despite her having a chess set on the shelf. We didn’t say a word about our romp when Danielle got home. Luckily, my recuperative powers allowed me to give Danielle a fairly good screwing, too, when we went to bed together. Life was good.

Twice in the next three weeks Joyce visited me for a fuck on my bed—which I gladly gave her. Both times her wonderfully tight vagina nearly got the better of me. I pulled out at the last second each time so my semen harmlessly landed around Joyce’s cute navel rather than inside her pussy where nature intended it should be. They were undeniably close calls.

We were romantically cuddling after the second romp at my place when Joyce asked me if I were going to be busy on Saturday morning. I told her I had nothing planned.

“Good!” she said. “Be home at 10 a.m. I’ll have a surprise for you. I’m bad at keeping secrets, so please don’t press me for more information. I’ll say this, though. I can guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will, Joyce!” I said.

Part Three

I was awake by 8 a.m. on Saturday. I ate a hearty breakfast by my standards, showered, and got ready for the big surprise from Joyce—whatever it was. I was sitting in my living room so I could easily see both Joyce’s house and the walkway to my front door. At 9:57 I saw Joyce walking from her house to mine—but she was not alone. She was accompanied by a blonde girl about her age whom I’d never seen before.
There was a knock on the door just before I was about to open it to let my two visitors inside.

Joyce spoke. “This is Cassy Manheim,” she said. “She was a classmate of mine this past school year. She stayed over at my house last night. Mom had to leave about an hour ago to work an early shift at the store. We made our own breakfasts…and here we are!”

It was plainly obvious that they had arrived, but I did make a point of greeting pretty Cassy. She was adorably cute with her curly blonde locks, baby blue eyes, and an attractive, curvy figure. I was certainly hoping that my getting to examine Cassy in her birthday suit was part of this morning’s big surprise. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“We came for a fuck on your big bed, Lenny. You know…a threesome! You get to enjoy the two of us at the same time.”

“Yeah, I definitely know what a threesome is,” I told both my visitors confidently. However, I didn’t tell them that it would be an entirely new sexual experience for me.

Cassy entered the conversation by noting, “We didn’t get much sleep last night because we were both so excited about having a threesome with you. Joyce says you are a wonderful man to fuck, Lenny. Therefore, I just have to fuck you, too. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m thrilled beyond description!” I said excitedly. “Let’s not wait another minute. Joyce, lead Cassy to my bedroom. Get undressed and lie on the bed. I’m going to lock every door. I don’t want anyone walking in on us.” Honestly, no one had ever entered my home without first knocking on one of my two doors in all the time I’d lived there—but I wasn’t taking any chances with it happening while I was trying to sexually satisfy a pair of 14-year-old cuties occupying my large bed.

When I got to my room, I was greeted with a splendid sight: both Joyce and Cassy were lying side by side, cutely holding hands, while waiting for my arrival. At a quick glance, I could see that Cassy was slightly shorter than Joyce but noticeably bustier. As a novelty, I knew I’d be mostly focusing on her today despite Joyce’s ever-present charms.

I was given two arms, so I made the most of them. I pulled one of both girls’ legs to place them at the end of the bed while I undressed. It might have taken me 20 seconds to disrobe. I was instantly hard. “Can I touch it?” Cassy asked. I correctly assumed what “it” was. I leaned forward and slightly to my right so she could fondle my stiff rod. Then I moved leftward so Joyce could do the same. Eventually, I smartly placed my dick between the two frisky bedmates so they both could have access. They were giggling like schoolgirls—because that’s what they were. In the meantime, I was fondling their breasts. Joyce’s familiar tits got the attention of my left hand while Cassy’s boobs were squeezed by my right hand. The latter pair had an especially nice firmness to them.

I had to figure out an equitable way to share what I possessed with each naked nymphet staring lustfully at me. I said, “Here’s what we’ll do to start: I’ll fuck Cassy’s pussy with my dick and shove the middle finger of my left hand into Joyce’s vagina. After a while, I’ll switch. Got it?”

“Got it!” Joyce and Cassy said in unison and giggled some more.

However, to quote the famous Scottish poet Robbie Burns, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” I placed my throbbing penis at the entrance to Cassy’s pussy—which was not nearly as hairy as her friend’s organ—and rubbed it. This girl was so lovely and sexy lying before me in anticipation that I knew I’d probably not last very long. I shoved the head into her hole and pushed. I could see Cassy’s eyes getting wider by the moment.

“I told you it was a great feeling,” said Joyce to her awestruck friend. “Lenny has a great dick.”

I gave Cassy perhaps ten to a dozen thrusts—and then I lost control of myself. I ejaculated as hard as I ever had in my life. I hadn’t even known Cassy for half an hour, but my cum filled this girl’s fantastic pussy. I did not and would not pull out. Instead, I grabbed Cassy by her hips and gave her a few strong thrusts to emphasize that I was giving her a serious screwing with little regard for the consequences. I was still finger-fucking Joyce, but she saw what was happening between me and her school chum. I finally ignored Joyce altogether and climbed aboard Cassy to give her a thorough fucking. Surprisingly, my dick was not becoming flaccid as it usually did after an ejaculation—especially one this massive. It stayed semihard so I kept it inside beautiful Cassy. It was eventually Cassy who gently pulled my penis from her vagina when she wanted a break.

“I didn’t mean to do that, Cassy,” I apologized. “I lost control. It just happened.”

I could see that Cassy was unsure about what I was referring to. I repeated myself and added that I had ejaculated a huge load of semen into her vagina. I claimed, “It was so wonderfully tight that every male over the age of 12 would have done the same thing as I did.”

“Oh, did you, Lenny?” Cassy asked. “This was my first time having sex. I couldn’t tell what exactly was happening to you. No worries though. I had taken a precaution before coming here. I won’t get pregnant.”
That news came as a great relief to me. Joyce chimed in and said, quite understandably, that she had felt left out when I was temporarily fixated on Cassy.

I rested in the center of the bed with my dick still partially erect. I said, “I apologize, Joyce for not giving you as much attention as I should have. I’ll try to make amends. Climb aboard and let me pleasure you. Cassy, you can stay busy by gently fondling my testicles and giving me a few passionate kisses while your school buddy rides me to a second orgasm.”

That was pretty much what we did. I ejaculated again—outside of Joyce’s vagina with much of my semen falling on Cassy’s active right hand. Still breathing heavily, I commented, “You know what, you two? I think we’ll get really good at this threesome thing if we get in a lot of practice doing it as often as possible.”

There was no dissenting opinion—just smiles and giggles from my two beautiful bedmates.