Party girl

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Joyce could barely see straight, she was so horny. Good God, if I don't get somebody to fuck me soon I'm going to go crazy! she thought.

It was now the middle of the third week since her boyfriend Mike had gone out of town for a training meeting involving his work. He still wouldn't be back for another week.

The night before he had left they had fucked like the world was coming to an end. In fact, it nearly had for Joyce. She came so many times she lost count. I guess that was supposed to hold me until he got back, she thought. But it didn't work.

Waiting for the bus each night after work was a torment. She would look at the crotch of every man who passed by. It was almost as if she could see through their pants – see their thick coiled cocks waiting to spring up and plunge into her flowing pussy.

She would sit next to a good-looking man on the bus and have to restrain herself from reaching over and touching his groin. I wonder how he fucks? she would think. Soft and tender? Hard and brutal? Maybe both at once?

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