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They went straight to the bedroom, and Rick decided to pull through. He pushed Joyce on the mattress without giving time to slip on some clothes; he got next to her, and pulled the blankets over their naked bodies.

Rick clearly noticed Joyce's body being tense again.

"Don't worry. Just kissing and stroking like we did before -- nothing you don't want; Okay?"

Joyce nodded nervously.

"Do you want me to put on my pants?"

"I... I don't know. I mean... no."

"Okay. Relax!"

Rick placed a hand on her hip, moved his upper body close but carefully avoided to touch her with his cock, and softly kissed her lips.

Joyce rolled onto her side to be face-to-face, and whispered "Sorry that I'm such a pussy. It's just..." A tear rolled down over her cheek.

Rick kissed her tear away, took some distance and looked her straight in the eyes. "I don't know what happened, and I don't need to know, but I'm pretty sure you're no pussy. Don't worry about that. Now shut up and kiss!"

A faint, sad smile crossed her lips, and she did reach out and kissed his lips carefully. Slowly, tentatively, she placed her hand on his side -- perhaps to retain the distance -- and kissed him again; this time more eagerly. Her body briefly froze when Rick moved -- made himself more comfortable -- but continued their kiss when he placed his hand on her buttocks and softly started caressing the muscled meat.

Also Joyce's hand started to join -- stroking his side and his ass -- while her mouth more and more hungrily assaulted Rick's lips. Rick sighed; left the initiative -- for the moment -- to Joyce, and enjoyed her kisses. He freed his other arm --trapped under his body -- and used the thumb of that hand to stroke her nipples, which directly firmed. Then, he turned onto his back, exposing himself to Joyce.

Joyce got on her knees, shifted close to his torso, bent over and kissed his face; stroking his cheek with a thumb of her hand. That hand moved down, the fingers stroking his cheek, neck, collarbone, and then softly started to massage his breast. Her mouth followed -- her tongue licking carefully his nipple -- and Rick enjoyed the view of her slim, naked body with her large breasts, bent over to his chest. With his hand, he started to stroke her buttocks, followed the line of her ass-crack, swiftly flicking the tip of his fingers over her pussy. Joyce gave out an approving hum, sucking in his nipple.

Rick softly swatted her ass, and Joyce continued caressing his other nipple; then moved her attention back to his mouth, her hand still stroking his chest, the other one brushing his hear and forehead.

She started teasing him; moving her lips just out of reach, while holding his head back with her hand, avoiding a kiss. When Rick groaned, she stuck out her tongue. Of course, Rick couldn't let this happen, and pulled her over, pressed her back on the mattress, and claimed her mouth.

"You think you can play with me, little kitten?!" he groaned, and she nodded appreciatively.

"I like playing with you, because I know you'll win anyway!" was her sweet reply, making Rick groan even louder.

"Careful -- you're playing with fire!" However, he made sure she noticed his wink.

Noticing she was sufficiently distracted; sufficiently relaxed; sufficiently at comfort, his actions became rougher; more demanding; claiming. His tongue claiming her mouth; his hand claiming her breast. And Joyce surrendered. Joyce eagerly offered him to take it; to take more of her. Her hands around his neck pushed him closer -- closer to her body. And when he fell down, she did no longer care that his body touched hers -- that even 'that' part of his body touched her skin; the skin of her hip.

He pulled her body on her side, the upper leg over his legs, and continued kissing. His lower hand had just enough space to play with her tits, while the upper arm made long strokes over her body, from her neck, over her back, her ass, up to the back of her knee, moving her whole body with it. She didn't mind, that one of her upper legs was pressed against his cock -- perhaps even didn't notice it, being too observed in what else happened with her body.

His hand lingered more and more on her ass, and his fingers moved even further, tickling the sensitive area between her legs, and she moaned. She didn't try to stop him -- instead, she pulled him closer; closer to her warm, soft lips; closer to her large, soft breasts; closer to enable him access to wherever he wanted.

And he took what was offered to him.

His fingers, stroking her pussy lips, collected her juices. Joyce looked appalled when he showed him his soaked fingers, and turned her head in disgust when he put them in his mouth, sucking them loudly.

She flinched when he tried to kiss her, but had nowhere to go when his hand immobilized her head, so eventually she gave in, closed her eyes, and pliantly awaited his hungry lips -- his demanding tongue, to claim her. Again.

His hand returned between her legs, and the wetness gave away her arousal. Without effort, one, two fingers slipped inside, slowly exploring the dark, warm, wet area. And Joyce's arms pressed him even stronger against herself; she rearranged her upper leg for better access, and her tongue stroked and caressed his tongue.

Then, Rick freed himself from her embrace and lie down between her legs.

"No!" Joyce's voice was filled with horror, but Rick only smiled.

"You can't take me away from it! It's delicious, and it's mine!!"

He made his tongue run teasingly slow over her pussy, pulled up his head to look at her, and smacked and licked his lips in an exaggerating way. Then he dove back into the soft folds of her body. Soon, his tongue, lips and his fingers made her body wiggle and shake, while her breathing wheezed and moaned, complemented with hissing, squeaks, yelps and mumbling of 'Oh God!', 'Ohhhh... yesss' and long, monotone series of 'nononono'.

When Rick suspected she was close, he reached out with one hand for her breast, and from the other hand, he used a third finger to fill up her now cramped pussy. That was enough. Joyce's body lost control and she bucked, even harder when Rick's other hand roughly pinched her nipple, and his tongue started to work on her clit.

Joyce released a guttural scream, contracted her body, and fell back on the mattress, eyes closed, gasping for air.

Satisfied, Rick watched her spent body, licked his fingers and then stood up. He washed his hands, and then came back to offer Joyce some water, which she gratefully accepted. Then he took the empty glass, placed it on the table, lied down next to her, and softly caressed her body.

Slowly, Joyce came back to earth, and grinned.

"What?"

"You wrecked me. Twice already!"

"Got any problems with that?"

"No! No! Not at all!! Please feel free to do it again... but not now!"

Then she started to realize something. "But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Yeah, what about you? Don't you need to... ...come?" The last word came out in a soft whisper.

Rick smiled at her. "Don't worry. I'll manage."

"I'll manage? What do you mean?" All of a sudden, the curiosity had pushed away her shyness. She raised her head to look at him... By now, Rick started to get slightly uncomfortable.

"I mean... I'll jack off later..."

"Can I see?"

"Fuck... I mean, sure... You can do it, if you want..."

"Neahh... I'd rather watch... If you don't mind..."

"Now?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Not overly comfortable by the prospect, Rick's hard-on had softened, but quickly jumped back up when Rick noticed Joyce's curious eyes on it, her tongue peeking out between her lips to moisture the soft skin. If she wanted to see something, then he'd better make the best of it.

He softly stroked the sensitive underside of his rod with the tip of his fingers to make it stand at maximum strength -- not that it was really needed anymore, but it felt soo good... Then he wrapped his hand around the shaft. God, that's weird, to pay so much attention to actions that you'd normally do even without thinking -- well... while thinking about other things...

Slowly, he moved his hand up and down the shaft, letting the blood-filled organ run between his fingers. The other hand... -- what was he supposed to do with the other hand... Not holding a magazine or the mouse of his computer...

He rubbed the other hand over his chest; over his ribcage and his shoulders. Weird, to consciously think about jacking off... He had to think of something else, otherwise he wouldn't get anywhere near coming ... Fortunately, Joyce was still lying next to him, and thinking of what happened a few minutes ago made his cock twitch. Thinking about her large breasts, and how he could press his cock between them... How she could wrap her lips around his rod, use her tongue for extra stimulation, while she sucked it in, and then slowly pulled her head up again... How he could stick his dick inside her warm, wet fuck-hole, slowly turning up the pace from slow, gentle stroking to hard, uncontrolled banging; squeezing her large tits with his hands, pulling her nipples; claiming her mouth; stretching her -- pulling her arms above her head and holding them there, his other hand and mouth free reign to do as he pleases...

That was all the mental stimulation he needed. His hands regained control and autonomously pulled and pushed, stroked and squeezed, his cock; his balls; his chest and nipples; between his legs...

A quick glance at Joyce -- she was totally taken by the show; eyes wide open, fixed on his body; her delicious lips and tongue sucking on her index finger, her other hand absent-mindedly rubbing her hip...

Rick could feel the climax nearing, and, with no need for delay, he grabbed his cock a little harder, treated his body a little rougher, held his breath, and...

Jet after jet after jet left his cock; the first spurts landing over his shoulder on his pillow, close to his head; the latter ones on his chest, his belly, and finally just oozing out of him. He let go his breath and gasped for air, quickly glanced once more at Joyce who was watching as if in trance, and sank into the mattress, closing his eyes, and getting some new energy.

He could feel Joyce moving over the mattress, and, when he opened his eyes, he just saw her extending a finger to one of the squirts of jizz on his belly. She carefully jabbed at it, and then pulled the slimy finger, with long strands of slimy cum, away, her face appalled. She tapped her finger against her thumb, curiously observed the long, sticky strands being formed between her fingers, and then rubbed them clean.

"Try it -- they say it's delicious!"

Joyce looked appalled. "Have you tried it yourself?"

"I do it if you do it!"

Joyce shook her head in horror. Instead, she tossed him a towel.

Rick cleaned himself with the towel, went to the bathroom to wash his hands and take some water, and then came back in bed. "You mind if I join you like this?" referring to his naked-ness.

Joyce shook her head. "Not at all. Now I know it's harmless..."

What to think of that...

***

Apparently, all of a sudden, Joyce got in a hurry... The next day, after dinner, while drinking tea, she asked Rick if they 'could do it' that night -- Rick almost spilled his tea...

"You mean -- have sex?"

"Yes... Is that so shocking for you, that a girl asks you to have sex?"

"No... But it was only a few days ago that you would want to run away from this house by the mere look at my cock, and now you're asking me to have sex?" Rick didn't know what to think of it.

"Dick!"

"..." Rick looked, non-understanding.

"Dick -- I thought we agreed on calling it Rick's Dick..."

"Whatever. Point is -- isn't this going a little too fast ; shouldn't we take it more slowly?"

"Don't you want it?"

"Of course I want it -- I'm a man. But it's not about what I want -- it is about whether you can handle it or not. And given your previous reactions, I think we should take it slowly. I don't want you running away from me."

"We have been taken it slowly -- it's been a perfect build-up, and I think we're ready to take the last step..." Joyce almost looked pleading...

"The last step..." Rick scoffed. "It's a whole new level..."

"So let's do it!"

"You're weird, you know, talking this way. You don't talk about it, but it just happens. Or not..."

"Fine, drink your tea and let it happen!"

Rick sighed and held his hands up in mock surrender...

***

"Do you have condoms?"

"Of course I have condoms, but slow down a bit, will you? What's the rush? Never heard of building up the tension? Sorry, but it doesn't work like this..."

"Okay, okay. Go ahead..." She was definitely behaving weird. Time to take charge.

Rick grabbed Joyce's arm, turned her to face him, and pressed her back against the wall. "Let's start like this..."

Joyce fluttered, put her arm around his neck, tried to kiss him, but Rick pushed her arm away, pressed her by the shoulders against the wall, and then ravished her mouth. "I'll teach you, you little whim! Either stop me or play with me!"

Joyce, in no desire to stop this, looked at him with large, lustful eyes. She didn't move, afraid to annoy him, afraid to slow him down.

"Let's see if we can build up some tension here -- shall we?" Rick looked at her like a predator, his hand moved over her breast, roughly squeezing it.

Joyce gasped, but didn't make a sound.

"Take it off. Slowly!" Rick pulled at her shirt.

Joyce grabbed it and started taking it off, but Rick stopped him. "Slowly I said. Give me some show. Show me what you've got!" and he sat down on the bed.

Nervous about the task given to her, to play sensual for him, Joyce started stiffly swaying her hips.

"That's it! Give me some more!! Move that beautiful body for me!"

Joyce swallowed, and then slowly pulled her shirt over her head, moving her hips slowly from side to side.

"Drop it, and stroke yourself for me!"

Joyce dropped her shirt, and moved her hands over her arms, as if she was feeling cold.

"That's it, baby! Show me. Stroke your body, not only your arms. Turn around slowly!"

Guided by Rick's directions, Joyce's hands moved over her belly, while she slightly rigidly turned around.

"Give it some swagger! Move those sexy hips of you! Seduce me!!"

Again Joyce turned, this time a little more sensual, her hands running over her body, even stroking the fabric of her bra.

"That's it honey! I love it! Now slowly take off your jeans. Shake your ass -- tease me!"

Joyce started to get more confident -- started to enjoy this game -- and her body got into a slow, seducing rhythm, moving; dancing. Slowly, with exaggerated movements, she unbuttoned her jeans and started stroking her hips with both hands, slowly turning around. When her back was turned to Rick, her hands rubbed and kneaded her ass, releasing a deep sigh from Rick.

With her thumbs through the belt loops, Joyce slowly lowered her jeans, swaying her hips seductive to Rick. Slowly, her ass moved up and down on a silent rhythm, teasing and seducing Rick. It worked! Rick had all eyes on Joyce, and he had no more words to encourage her. All attention was at her play.

Slowly, teasingly slowly, Joyce pulled down her jeans, keeping Rick's full attention, but finally, the fabric was on the ground, and she stepped out of it. She turned around, and blew a kiss.

Now, only dressed in bra and panties, Joyce didn't need any more instructions. Rick's staring, open mouth included, sufficiently told her she was doing well.

Slowly, her body swayed around. She dropped her hair, first held up by her hands, in front of her head, and then made it fly with one brisk movement of her head. Her hands stroked her neck, moved, crosswise over her shoulders, along her sides, over her breasts and then over her belly.

One hand obscenely stoked over her panties, making Rick swallow hard, and then she slowly squatted, her fingers stroking along her long legs to her ankles. For a moment she sat there, face down, her long, dark hair all the way to the ground, and then she flicked it to her back with one headshake, and slowly she moved up again.

She turned around, her hands stroking the sides of her ribcage as if she was dancing with her lover, and then her hands moved all the way to her back in order to unclasp her bra.

With both hands, she kept the cups of her bra in place, teasingly stroking and rubbing her breasts, hiding the delicious flesh away for Rick.

She started pacing around in front of Rick, seducing him, and all he could do was follow her with his eyes. She got it!

Joyce very much started to enjoy this game -- the power she exerted over him -- how she could drive him crazy with her teasing, her seducing. It turned her on too, and when she finally dropped her bra, still covering them with her hands, it surprised her how large her nipples where; how hard they poked against her hands. Squeezing them was pleasing -- not only for Rick to see, but also for her to feel.

Joyce got cocky -- she seductively stepped in front of Rick, and slowly sank through her knees, swaying her large breasts in front of him. She let one of her index fingers run over her breast, her nipple, while holding the other finger in front of him; then she ran with that finger over his lips.

"You like it, don't you?" she asked, in a husk voice" and all Rick could do was nod.

"You want it, don't you" she continued, and again, all he could do was nod.

She grabbed his head, and pressed against the soft flesh, making Rick moan.

She brushed her breasts over his face, and then positioned one of her nipples between his lips. "Taste it!"

Rick hungrily sucked on the large, dark nipple, but too soon she pressed his face away. "Enough, you naughty boy!" Rick let her -- they both loved this game.

Joyce slowly raised again, took a few steps backwards, and lewdly ran her hand between her legs.

She roughly rubbed her breasts with both hands, moving them up and down, turned and bent over, looking Rick, through her legs, in the face. While slowly standing straight again, both hands ran up on her inner legs, fingers met at her crotch, and then her hands moved to her hips.

Again, she turned to face him, and one hand moved up to her breast, pinching and pulling her nipples, while the other hand moved in her panties, suggestively moving up and down.

Rick tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. Holy shit!

After an eternity, she pulled her hand out of her panties again, and sniffed at her fingers... Then, excruciatingly slow, one by one, she sucked each of her fingers in her mouth, licked them, and pulled them out again.

Her hands stroked her body again, her hips, her breasts, her ass, and finally, her thumbs hooked behind the elastic band of her panties. Slowly, she turned around, showing her back to Rick, she pretended to try to push her panties down, but eventually stopped, and continued caressing her ribs again.

Again, her thumbs hooked, and this time, the fabric moved down with her hands.

Rick held his breath...

Her feet were too far apart of each other -- no way the panty could go down like this. For a while, it remained at knee-level, until she slowly lifted one foot, and stepped out of it. Then she dropped her panties, kicked them away, jumped to turn face to face with Rick, but at the same time held her hands to cover her pussy, and a lousy attempt to cover her breasts.

"God, you're hot!" was the only thing Rick could say.

Joyce gave a deep bow, and Rick stood up to kiss her. To embrace her.

His mind reeled, working hard to process Joyce's show. He grabbed his clothes in an attempt to pull them off -- almost fell when trying to get out of his trousers -- but in no time he was naked too.

"Hey, no show for me?" Joyce said, in a mock complaint, but Rick was in no condition to give a proper reply.