Being Joy

The boys were late.

Joy checked the mantel clock and looked out the front window for headlights on the county road. Her mother spoke without looking up from the television: “You still think it looks good, running around with them boys like that?”

“I wish it was your business.”

“I’m just saying.”

Joy stuck out her tongue and paced back to the bedroom for a last-minute primp. Her flannel shirt hung open on either side of her tight scoop-neck top, displaying her breasts nicely. Danny called them her pillows. “Give me a suck of them pillows,” or “I could take a nap on them pillows.” Danny was younger than the other two and sort of insecure, so she couldn’t help mothering him a little, as long as it didn’t interfere with getting laid.

She shook her hair loose, wondering what made her think a ponytail was a good idea in the first place. She made her mouth an O shape in the mirror: This is what it looks like with a cock in it, she thought. She flicked her tongue along the bottom of the imagined shaft but decided to stop before she got too wet too soon.

Last Saturday had been incredible. The more she gave them, the more they wanted, until finally at three in the morning Red said he had to get home or get beat. She even lost track of the number of times they got her off that night—a first. She hoped they’d be up for it again, hoped they’d stay hard and give her even more tonight.

She wanted to go one night without hearing the word “anal,” too. She hated disappointing them week after week, but she just wasn’t going to do it.

Three sharp knocks on the front door. “They’re here,” called her mother.

“No shit,” said Joy under her breath. She fluffed her hair once more and hurried to the living room. Red and Jack had already come in and were milling around in the doorway.

Joy’s mother didn’t look up from the television. “What are you doing tonight, Joy?”

“Just riding around like always.”

“What time you be back?”

“Late. Don’t wait up.”

“Don’t stay out all night. It doesn’t look good.”

“I really care, Mom.”

“Bye, Mrs Hackel,” said Red as if he and Jack were actual gentleman callers. When they were on the front porch Joy linked her arms through theirs and headed for Jack’s pickup. “What are you doing tonight, Joy?” said Red.

“Fucking my boys.”

“What time you be back?”

“When my pussy’s sore. As if.”

They cackled in the moonlight. Red opened the passenger side door and let Joy slip in back with Danny. She immediately stuck her tongue in the boy’s mouth and gripped the lump in his pants. “Did you make this hard for me, you bad boy?” Danny nodded and went right for the pillows, squeezing her plump breasts without a trace of the finesse she’d taught him. “Five-minute penalty,” she announced. “Roughing the titties.”

“Aw, fuck,” muttered Danny, moving his hands to his sides. “Jack, you tell her about the surprise yet?”

“Shut up, fuckhead,” said Jack. Then, obviously changing the subject: “I almost couldn’t come tonight.”

“Why, you get something stuck in your dick?” said Joy. The others chortled. She always liked to make them laugh, though sometimes she wished it wasn’t quite so easy.

“No,” said Jack, “I was getting my ass chewed at work. I almost fucking quit, I was so pissed. Like they can tell me what I can and can’t do on my fucking lunch hour.”

“Tell her what you were doing,” snickered Red.

“Fuck you.”

Jack worked in the warehouse for a seed corn company in Chestnut. He had the best job of the three, and didn’t dare quit because he’d lose his truck. Joy wondered what he’d been doing at lunch to get the boss on his ass. Red worked at the farm supply store outside of Daleville, and Danny didn’t do much of anything from August on. He detasseled corn in the summer and tried to stretch what he made through the whole year.

“Is that why you were late, cause you were getting your ass chewed?” asked Joy.

“Mostly. My old man gave me some shit, too—it’s been a fucked-up day.”

“Well, let Red drive and I’ll blow you first.”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Cause Danny’s about to bust back here—I’m going to blow him now so he doesn’t cream his shorts.”

“Go for it.”

She slid next to Danny and stuck her tongue in his ear, causing him to undo his belt and slide his jeans down to his knees in a matter of seconds. She massaged the front of his undies as she licked the side of his face and whispered that she was going to suck him and fuck him and make him crawl up inside her hot dripping pussy. She kissed down his body, nibbling at his nipple through his Jeff Gordon t-shirt, and pulled his briefs down over his quivering bone. “I don’t know if I can take this monster cock,” she moaned, licking the tip and massaging his ego. She moistened her lips and went down on him, sucking her cheeks in because he always said it made her mouth feel like a cunt. She touched his balls and felt her saliva running down behind them, and though she knew he would try desperately not to cum so fast, she predicted exactly when he was going to shoot. His gooey squirt splashed over her tongue and down her throat; his body jerked and he gasped out loud when she cleaned off his sensitive cockhead.

She straightened up and gave him a peck on the lips, and when she looked out she noticed they were passing the grain elevator on the edge of Chestnut. “You miss your turn, Jack? Are we not going to your uncle’s?”

“Not tonight.”

Red snorted. “I was as surprised as you’re gonna be, Joy.”

“Would you fuckers tell me what’s going on?”

“Jack’s getting it on with some chick at the corn plant,” blurted Danny over Jack’s howl of protest. “That’s what he got his ass chewed for—he fucked her in his car on lunch hour!”

“You buttfuck,” said Jack. “Goddamn. Joy, I told this chick what we do on the weekends and she wanted to join in. I was gonna tell you.”

Joy wasn’t sure how they expected her to feel, but the dryness in her mouth told her the idea of a fivesome was going to take some getting used to. They should have told her, they should have asked—

“You’ll like her,” Jack went on.

Joy swallowed hard. She didn’t want to like this new girl, didn’t even want to know her. The boys had always gone out of their way to make her feel attractive and desirable, ever since high school and even when they weren’t taking turns fucking her. Now they’d have someone new to compare her to—probably some petite blond secretary who shaved her bush. The thing is, she couldn’t back out without seeming like a bad sport, and being a good one was how the tradition got started in the first place.

And snip—her number of potential orgasms suddenly went down by half.

“Joy, don’t worry about it,” said Jack, pulling up to the curb in front of a ranch-style with white siding. “She might not even want to do anything. She might just want to watch.”

“Does she have nice tits?”

“Half as nice as yours and about one-tenth the size.” He turned around in the seat and beckoned her forward for a kiss, sucking on her tongue as he petted her breasts. “This isn’t anything a horny girl like you can’t handle. You are horny, aren’t you, Joy?”

“Always,” she breathed. Jack’s kisses were the ultimate persuasion. “Let’s do it. I want to show her what kind of fuck machine you boys are used to.”

“Oh shit,” laughed Red. “This is going to be a hoot and a half.”

Danny put his arm around her as they walked up the sidewalk. The door opened before Jack could touch the doorbell; a twangy female voice invited them in. Joy looked the new girl over carefully: shoulder-length dark hair, jeans shorts, denim halter top, a black leather jacket, butterfly tattoo over her left breast. She was slim and small-titted, and moderately pretty if you liked that type. Joy thought she looked at least 30.

“Anna Marie,” said Jack, “this is Red, and Joy, and Danny.”

The woman smiled and shook their hands, then ran her hand down Danny’s cheek. “You babysitting tonight?”

The boy blushed. “He’s 18,” said Red. “A high school graduate, almost.”

Anna Marie put her hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I’ve got beers in the fridge. I hope no one smokes—it took me two years to get the stench of my ex out of the place. I didn’t know if I should fix any snacks or not, or if all you needed to eat was me and your girlfriend.”

“Joy,” said Joy.

“We usually don’t eat,” said Jack.

“I understand,” said Anna Marie. “Do we do this in the bedroom, or where?”

“Wherever you have room.”

“Good thing my fat-ass ex needed a king-size bed, then. Back this way.”

They followed her down the hallway and into the bedroom. Joy liked the comfortable décor much better than the basement at Jack’s elderly uncle’s place. She figured if she could cum in a room with a mounted deer head staring at her, she could cum just about anywhere.

Once inside the bedroom, Anna Marie tossed her leather jacket onto a chair and winked at Jack. “Who wants to strip me naked? How about you, Danny?”

The others watched and cheered as Anna Marie stepped up to Danny as if they were going to slow-dance. He put his hands under the cups of her halter top, causing her to moan and buck against his leg.

“We’re off to a flying start,” said Red, dropping his Levis. Joy tossed her flannel shirt aside and dropped to her knees to undo Jack’s belt, massaging his long bone and kissing it through his jeans. He put his hands on her head, murmuring sexy nothings. Red went to work on her pants, sliding them down over her hips, sliding her striped cotton panties down after them.

Well, thought Joy, here’s my ass, Anna Marie, big as life. Red moved his hand in circles between her legs, opening her pussylips, tantalizing her swollen button. She had Jack’s pants down now and began to lift his balls with her tongue, one at a time, until he pushed his cock down and poked it against her lips. “Come on, good cocksucker,” he said quietly. “Good little Joy.”

She closed her eyes and took his fat shaft in her mouth, sucking him slowly the way he liked, and when she looked up at him with cocksucker eyes she saw Anna Marie beside him, playing with his nipples and licking his neck while Danny tried to get some leverage on her for pussy-eating. She hadn’t been that close to a naked girl since high school gym, and back then she always felt she was the one being scrutinized for being so big-boned and big-breasted. Now she paid close attention to Anna Marie’s body: Definitely skinny, with tiny tits that were almost all nipple. Her belly button was shallow, and when Danny moved his head just right it was clear she trimmed her bush. Different, thought Joy—but not better. She took a little comfort in that and closed her fist around the exposed part of Jack’s cock as she bobbed her head a little faster.

Danny had his arm wrapped around Anna Marie’s ass and was finger-fucking her with the other hand. She sucked at Jack’s left nipple and tweaked the right. Keep it up, thought Joy—make him squirt in my mouth. Red moved behind her to slide his shaft between her thighs—

And then Anna Marie asked Jack if he wanted her to finish him off.

The fucker nodded.

“Let’s use the bed,” said Anna Marie. “It seems silly to have five of us here and no one on the bed.”

“That’s sillier’n shit,” agreed Red.

“Danny, why don’t you lie down crossways—Jack, you can stand on the other side.”

Christ, thought Joy, now she’s directing traffic.

But no one else seemed to mind. Danny lay down with his bone waggling in the air, Anna Marie straddled his face, and Jack stood where he could feed the new bitch his wet cock. “I guess we hook on at the end,” said Red, so Joy knelt beside the bed to suck Danny off while Red clutched her hips and slipped into her from behind. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his energetic fucking—and so she wouldn’t have to see Anna Marie’s asshole.

For a while the only sounds in the room were slurps and gasps and moans. Joy had always loved that part of their get-togethers: four people (now five) totally focused on each other’s pleasure. Danny came first, shooting a light load into Joy’s mouth; Anna Marie was right behind, bouncing up and down on his face so hard it looked as if she’d break his nose. Red kept plunging in and wiggling his cock inside Joy until she started to squeal. She came loud as always and didn’t care what Anna Marie thought about it.

Jack and Red blew their loads at the same time. Anna Marie milked a few additional drops out of Jack and smiled up at him like a puppy looking for approval. Joy wondered how many lunch hour fucks they’d had before they got caught.

They were all far from sated but the boys needed a little time to recharge. Joy started to sit cross-legged at the end of the bed, but Anna Marie asked her too sweetly to sit on a towel from the bathroom so she wouldn’t get goo on the comforter. When Joy returned with the towel she found their hostess lying between Red and Jack, toying with their soft tools.

Danny helped her back onto the bed and nuzzled against her pillows. Poor little tit man, she thought—he’s probably done for a couple of hours.

“Was that good for everyone?” asked Anna Marie. “I got off really hard.”

“I thought it was hot,” said Red.

“You know what I thought,” said Jack.

“My tummy knows what you thought,” said Anna Marie. “What next?”

Red grinned and Jack cleared his throat. Danny waggled his eyebrows up at Joy. “Well,” said Jack, “we were hoping you two would do a little lez action for us.”

Joy just smiled and started to say “You know better,” but Anna Marie’s vehement reaction cut her off. “I can’t believe you said that, Jack. Did I ever say anything to make you think I was a dyke?”

“No, but—”

“I’m not going to queer for you just because there’s a naked girl in the same room. Don’t you know God hates homos? I wouldn’t expect you to suck your friends’ dicks, so—”

“It’d be more like an orgy this way,” blurted Danny with his perfect timing.

“I don’t care, kid, I’m not a fucking dyke. What about you, Joy? Were you wanting

some pussy tonight?”

Joy shook her head. “I’m not lez either.”

“Come on,” whined Jack. “Girls do it all the time.”

“Not this one,” said Anna Marie.

“Maybe in your dreams,” said Joy.

“Maybe they could just slow dance around the room,” suggested Danny.

Anna Marie set her jaw: “I’m not touching another girl, got it?”

Red sat up and made a calming motion with his hands. “Hey, can we not fuck this up with a fight? If they don’t want to do it, they don’t want to do it. Fuck, let’s do something else.”

“Thank you, Red,” said Anna Marie. “I was going to suggest two of you give it to Joy and I up the ass.”

The boys snorted. “She doesn’t do that, either,” said Jack.

“Really? Joy, it’s great! I love stuff up my ass!”

“I don’t.”

“What I really love is having three cocks in me at once. Every hole. You guys up for that? Joy, you can—I don’t know, lick their asses or something.”

Joy felt her face burning. It burned all the time Jack was positioning himself in the middle of the bed, all the time Anna Marie was lubing up his fat cock and easing her skinny ass onto it, all the time Red was kneeling between her legs and pumping her pussy, all the time Danny stood over her and let her suck him to an orgasm that was one painful squirt over his usual limit. It was absolutely gross to see her full of cock, to see them grabbing and touching and thrusting awkwardly while trying to avoid making manly contact with each other, and it was totally unerotic to hear Jack and Red telling each other to slow down and get in sync. After Danny came, Anna Marie let his jizz run out of her mouth and down her chin like drool. She looked like a major stupid cunt in that position. The others just looked like dumb animals.

Jesus, thought Joy, she’s fucking with my boys.

She reached around Red to play with his nipples, hoping to speed up his orgasm so they could move on to something more fun, more inclusive. Red was obviously frustrated anyway, so he abandoned Anna Marie’s pussy and rolled Joy onto her back at the end of the bed. “Hell of a lot nicer this way,” he said, poking his slippery cock inside her. He kissed her sweetly and rubbed her nipples between her fingers lightly, the way she liked it. Joy wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck, refusing to look at the obscene penetration to her left.

And at the end of the evening she lied and agreed with the rest of them that it had been a hell of a good time. Jack called her on it when they dropped her off at home: “You hated her, didn’t you?”

“Not at all,” said Joy. “I just wasn’t used to having another girl there.”

“Are you sure? I was afraid maybe you wouldn’t want to do it with us anymore.”

Nice time to mention that, she thought. But there was no way she was ready to give up her boys, especially for a skinny smart-ass slut like Anna Marie. “Are we going there again next week?”

“I plan to.”

“Well, I’ll be more into it then, I promise.”

She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about that, though, and wasn’t even sure it was possible. It was on her mind almost every hour of every day. People paying for their gas at the Fuelmart had no idea the girl behind the counter was busy thinking of ways to get her three cocks to herself again.

She didn’t know what to think about Jack. He seemed quite taken with his co-worker, and yet, when the boys took turns kissing Joy good night, his kiss was as long and passionate as ever, and made her want to fuck him right there on the front porch. She knew she didn’t have a claim on him personally, but since the whole group thing was his idea she couldn’t imagine him breaking it up for someone like Anna Marie.

Then again, maybe someone like Anna Marie was just what he’d been looking for all along. Maybe he was in love with her.

Red and Danny had seemed to enjoy the extra female presence, although Red was clearly frustrated at the mechanics of double penetration and Danny’s sexual limitations were more painfully apparent with another woman around. The two of them came into the Fuelmart for some candy bars on Monday night; Joy waited for everyone else in the store to leave before she asked them if they were looking forward to Saturday.

“I am,” grinned Danny. “I’m saving up. I didn’t get to fuck the new chick.”

“You didn’t fuck me either, Danny.”

“Yeah, but I’ve fucked you before. I want to do both of you Saturday night.”

“Do you think it’ll ever be just the four of us again?”

“I hope not!” said Danny.

Red just shrugged. “Probably not. Anna Marie’s all right, though. I think she should have been nicer to you, but hell, I’ll bet you two are the only girls in this dead-ass county who don’t mind doing three guys a night.”

An elderly customer came in and Joy put a finger to her lips. When the old man headed down the potato chip aisle, she whispered to the boys: “Are you guys going to be mad that I still won’t do it in the butt?”

“Nah, forget that,” whispered Red. “She can be our ass girl.”

“Still wish you guys would have slow danced,” giggled Danny.

“I still can’t believe Jack brought it up. God! Do you think all girls are lez?”

“Ah, we’re always seeing pictures of chicks doing each other,” said Red, “like in those magazines behind you. But it don’t matter to me either way.”

She looked behind her: The pornos, sealed in plastic with their covers hidden. Customers refused to look her in the eye when asking for the pornos.

But all guys sure seemed to know what was in them.

When Jack called her two days later to make sure everything was cool for the weekend, she assured him she was looking forward to it. “Anna Marie and I are going to fuck you all till you pass out,” she told him.

On Saturday night she took a little extra time getting herself ready, and when the boys pulled in the driveway her mother gave her the usual questions: “What are you doing tonight, Joy?”