Joy Juice
written by:
Jack Sprat

Joy Juice By Jack Splat

"Hey Frank! Why don't you take a long hike off a short pier?" The phone banged in his ear as Lela hung up on him with dramatic finality. Her Brooklyn accent still rang in his ears as he grudgingly put the head set back on the holder. The problem for Frank was that he was hot for Lela. His seven inch dick got hard just from a passing thought of that petite blonde bombshell with the sparkling violet eyes and those fresh, puckering lips that were just meant for sucking cock, his cock!

He'd been trying to get inside Lela's panties for several months and all his phone calls or occasional run-ins with her ended up the same way, with some caustic insult from the lovely little nymph. She was barely five feet tall but her tits were surprisingly large for her diminutive size. They had to be at least 36 c and were they ever pert! Those mounds of pleasure jutted out from her slim body as if inviting him to a bacchanal of delight. In his mind he could see himself stripping off her halter top or bikini and mashing those lush breasts with his hands while he was vigorously pounding his pecker deep into her squirming body. God, how he wanted Lela! She was so much in his mind that even his job performance was beginning to suffer. If he saw another blonde woman at the office he thought of Lela. It got so bad that he had to go to the men's room at lunch time and jerk himself off just to keep his sanity and still the torment of that lithe, busty temptress kept haunting him.

Even the scorn oozing from her young teen sounding voice was enough to trigger his dick to instant attention when he tried talking to her. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. At times Frank would gaze into his bath room mirror. He had deep, brown eyes, nice dark brown hair and solid, chiseled features on his reasonably handsome face. He was only 25 and although he'd slept around a bit, no girl had hit his heart like this little disturbing fox, Lela! So why didn't she reciprocate. What was the damned problem??

********

One Friday night, he was surfing the net on his home computer, searching for a solution. After all, he'd been told on countless occasions that you could find literally anything on the net. So, just for the hell of it, he typed in, "Magic love potions".

There was a plethora of advertisements and he knew from previous experience that many of these so called love solutions were just a lot of bull shit. When he eventually reached page eight, he found an interesting ad and the place of business was conveniently located in downtown Manhattan. At least he could get there easily and see what they actually had. What caught his attention was that the photo of the establishment showed it as more of a curio shop than a sex hustle business. The ad was quite unusual as well and it seemed to jump right out at Frank as if to say, "This is the place!"

******

Frank was a little surprised by the odd appearance of the shop when he got there next morning. It looked like something out of a 1930's movie. There were none of the modern trappings normally associated with a twenty first century business. The actual location of this out dated hole in the wall, turned out to be hidden away in an obscure side street. He was glad he'd used map quest to find it because the place was pretty hard to find without one. A small antique bell tinkled when he entered the shop and immediately his nose was hit with the smell of stale incense and the musty odor of mold. When his eyes adjusted to the dimly lighted room, it looked like the remains of a discarded flea market. Boxes were overrun with old books, tools, dishes, cups, pans, bottles and God knew what else. In one corner there were old, yellowed newspapers and when he examined a few of them he was shocked to see that some of then were dated April and May of 1898. There was an atlas on a dusty counter that looked like it had been around since the days of Columbus. Two real early protestant bibles sat beside it and still there was no sign of a proprietor. Behind the strange counter were shelves with a myriad of bottles and boxes of various shapes and colors and then at last, an old man slipped through a doorway, that was covered by a hanging cloth.

The owner looked as old as Methuselah with his white hair, tired bray eyes and heavily wrinkled face. When he spoke, his raspy voice sounded like he'd smoked four packs a day for fifty years.

"So young feller? What brings you to the Spell Shop?"

Frank looked around skeptically. "I'm not sure you have what I need sir."

The old man cackled, "Sonny, I have everything that a man your age might need. Do you need money? I can give you the keys to wealth in one of those old books over there." He pointed to a particularly dusty looking box over in the far right corner of the store.

"If you want power, I've got several different spells and objects that will get you as high as the senate, if politics is your game."

Frank shook his head. "I'm not corrupt enough to be a politician and if I need wealth, I can always start a solid internet business. No, I'm interested in Lela."

The old fossil guffawed and his smile became a suggestive leer. "Ah! So you want a love potion to get some hard hearted pussy to spread for you! Well lad, I have just the thing and it's only fifty bucks."

*******

Lela was getting dolled up for her upcoming date. She'd just finished getting her fishnets in place and getting her fuck me heals on when the apartment door bell rang. Normally she would have checked to see who it was but she was expecting Harry so she just released the buzzer and turned her attention to carefully finishing some touch ups on her mascara. When she answered the knock she was shocked to see Frank standing there, large as life with a bottle of some very expensive wine in one hand and a dozen roses in the other.

"Surprise Lela!"

Lela sighed with exasperation. "Frank! For Christ's sake, can't you take a hint?"

Frank handed her the flowers and the Champaign. "Lela, honey, I just can't help myself. I'm in love with you and I want to prove it to you. Cant you give me just five minutes?"

Lela looked down at the bottle and she was impressed to see that it was over thirty years old. He'd obviously paid a pretty penny for that and the look in his eyes was so pleading that she sighed in resignation. "If I share a drink with you, will you please leave me in peace? I have a hot date coming by shortly."

"Sure, Lela, sure! It's so kind of you to spend a few minutes with me. I've been dying to spend a little time alone with you for months."

Lela gave him a sardonic grimace. ""Come in here and sit down."

He was led into the kitchen and she produced two glasses that she placed on the table in front of them. "Now why don't you do the honors? I'll be back in a minute. I've got a few loose ends to take care of."

With that she swirled out to her bathroom and Frank had his golden opportunity. From his pocket he pulled out the little vile after he'd popped the cork and filled the two glasses with the expensive bubbly. A moment later he'd poured the odorless solution into her glass and then he put the empty vile back in his pocket and waited for his love angel to re-appear.

Lela was steaming mad but she kept her temper in check. Why didn't the nerd leave her alone? Just because they worked for the same company didn't give him the right to keep hounding her like this. Well if he didn't stop tonight, she'd get a restraining order on the bastard next time he just showed up at her apartment out of the fucking blue. Besides, she actually liked Harry. He was a good lover and her cunt was already sopping with anticipation of being filled with that bestial nine inch thruster that made her scream for long, delirious hours. She didn't think she was in love with Harry but.....

She returned to the kitchen and she picked up her glass. "Well Frank, let's get this over with. Here's to the back of you!"

Frank watched with interest as she downed the liquor in two quick gulps. She smacked her lips with obvious relish. "That was damned good, Frank. If nothing else you have excellent taste. Hmmmmmmm! Yes! That is really hitting the spot."

The more Lela looked at Frank as he sedately sipped his drink, the more Frank seemed to improve in her mind. Why, was she so mean to this clean cut guy? He'd been so thoughtful and kind to her over the last six months. He'd gotten her coffee, countless times at the office. He'd given her valuable advice concerning office politics and how to advance her career. It was odd that she hadn't noticed before but his eyes were so soft and deep and they seemed to be searching into her very soul even as she leaned down to refill her small glass. Suddenly her cunt twitched as if an electric current had jolted right through it. Lela was enough of a woman to know that it was the presence of Frank that had triggered that visceral reaction. Harry dwindled in the mind as she stared at this lovely man that was sitting just inches from her. "Frank, I'm sorry I've treated you so badly. I want to make it up to you. "

She pulled him to his feet and sank immediately into his embrace, letting his mouth explore hers. Her tongue slurped into his mouth as they shared spit and passion. The sexy blonde's hands went down to his crotch and she grabbed his erection through the dark brown fabric. Frank's fingers were insistently feeling her up through her thin blouse and all she could do was moan into his hot mouth. She'd never felt like this before. Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it would burst out of her bulging chest. Her blood was racing faster than a thoroughbred. The sexy chick's lips were locked to his, demanding and expressive. If she'd been sopping before, she was flowing now. Cunt juices were trickling down her thighs, easily escaping her enticing, black thong. When she finally came up for oxygen all she was able to say was, "Fuck me!"

*******

When Harry rang the apartment bell he was soon cursing. There was no answer. He'd been stiffed by the little blonde cunt after all. His face became beet red with anger and with a final kick on the steel door, he left vowing to give that cunt what for, one of these days.

Upstairs Lela was splayed out on her bed screaming and shuddering with climax after climax as Frank drilled her mushy slit with energetic thrusts. "Fffuuuccckkkk mmmmeeeee! Oh Frank! Harder! I want it harder! Ram that big cock into my womb and fuck a baby into my belly you fucking horny brute! Oh God! Oh Jesus! I'm cccuuummmiiinnnngggg! Fuck! God! Don't stop baby! Don't you dare fucking stop! I can't believe this! It's so fucking hot!"

She arched her body to engulf his banging bone once more. The only things she had on were her nets and heels because Frank had asked her to keep them on. She'd do anything for Frank. She'd fuck him in the middle of central park if he wanted. She'd marry him in a heartbeat if he would just ask her. She smothered his face and neck with kisses as she kept squealing the most obscene curses, begging him to do her in every possible way. Her surrender was total. Lela was on her back getting her twat porked and her perky tits clutched and sucked while she kept squealing in abject bliss.

Lela was now a tigress with Frank's cock drilling her from rapture to ecstasy. Her legs were gripping him around his buttock and her nails dug deep into his back. "Fuck me like a whore! More Frank! Fucking more! I can't help it! Oh please Frank! Fucking marry me! Make me your wife, your woman, your fucking horny little tramp! Oh fuck me baby! Shoot your hot cum into my little pussy now! I want it all!"

Frank was a little surprised by the ferocity of her passion. He knew the love potion was supposed to work but this was incredible. "Are you sure you want to marry me, Lela?"

Lela giggled, "Do I wanna marry you? I want you so bad, I'd stand bare assed in front of the justice of the peace first thing Monday morning." Her voice got even more sultry and seductive. "If you marry me Frank, you can squirt your cum down my gulping throat and force me to swallow it all. You can stick your big dick up my tiny little ass hole and fuck me until I'm raw and sore. You can use my body for your pleasure every night and every morning and just think of week ends baby! We can suck and fuck from Friday after supper to first thing Monday morning. You can fill my cunt with gallons of your seed and fuck baby after baby into my belly. Oh darling, yes! Bang me just like that! God you know how to fuck, you naughty boy! You're such a fucking stud! Aaaaahhhh! Aaaaaahhhh!" Frank eventually pushed her legs all the way back as he frantically drilled the willing siren until his balls erupted a torrent of seed into that sheath of wet paradise. As his rich cum jolted in creamy ropes into her eager womb he asked the million dollar question. "Will you marry me Lela?"

The humping blonde screamed, "Yes Frank! Yes! A million times, yes!"

******* Six months later!

Frank looked down at his naked wife. Lela knelt in front of him, slowly sucking his cock while he watched the Monday night football game. Her head bobbed up and down as she greedily slurped and stroked his man meat. Her moans and occasional gagging sounds competed with the Chicago Bears for his attention. His sexy, young wife was certainly good at giving head but too much of anything; including passionate lust can eventually become boring. Lela was two months pregnant and the only bewildering thought that Frank had was how come it took so long? He'd been banging Lela every day and night since their first encounter. They gotten hitched that first Monday, just like she'd said and the rest was carnal history.

When his moment came he grabbed her lovely blond hair and forced her throat further down. With gagging sounds, Lela guzzled her husband's jets of warm cum straight down her throat and into her hungry belly like so many times before. She loved being his love toy. Her only concern was what would she do when her time came and she couldn't fuck him because of baby? Maybe she would arrange for one of her girl friends to service Frank until she recovered. After all, she loved Frank with all her body and soul and anything he might need, she wanted to supply. Lela wanted to get fucked some more so she greedily kept sucking on his sensitive cock to insure that he got hard again as half time began.

When she was sure he was stiff and itching for her firm, young body, she straddled him and pushed her mushy cunt all the way down on his throbbing shaft. Her whisper was pure fire and lust. "Oh darling! Darling! I love your cock inside my hot little cunt! Do you like the way I'm squeezing it now, baby? Do you want to shoot more cum into my pregnant pussy?"

He sighed his agreement into her receptive ear. Then he resumed suckling on her firm tits, paying special attention to her rigid nipples. She smirked, "I just knew you would! I'm going to give you a little treat tonight honey. My little, tight ass hole misses your cock. So please, baby, be nice to my poor little shit hole and fuck it hard. I want you in every part of me you fucking hot hunk!"

She was intoxicating and insatiable. He had to admit, he'd gotten his money's worth with that damned potion but Lela's love was becoming a burden. He was getting drained to the point where he would get to work exhausted. The honey moon had been one thing. They'd spent the entire week in bed and he'd pumped so much spunk into her lively body that he was sure her nose would run from the stuff. But this was six months later and she wasn't slowing down! In fact, if anything, she was hornier now than the first few weeks of their hot marriage. When they were around the apartment she was usually naked or practically. Most of the time, she only had on her wedding ring and the slinky bobbles that she wore on her sexy ears. Lela kept her pussy perfectly shaved so he could eat her out with ease and for much longer periods of time, once he'd shot his wad into her. There were times when she would suck his cock while he was eating a meal. It was too, too much.

*******

The old man at the Spell Shop looked up to see the young man enter. He put down the paper and gave his customer a rye grin. His cackle was derisive and scornful. "I see you're back boy! What's the matter? The broad too much for you? Or do you want to be a senator after all?"

Frank pursed his lips. "You're love potion was beyond belief. I can barely get six hours of sleep each night. I can't watch football or baseball games. I can't even read the paper unless it's during coffee breaks at work. She's like a one woman harem and at this rate I'll be dead by forty. Do you have something that will cool her down to something closer to normal?"

The cackle resumed, "After the stimulant, comes the chaser! Ha, ha, ha! So our young stud needs a break, eh? What is her adoration too much for our little Adonis here?"

Frank grew grim. "I didn't come here for insults, Jack! Do you have something that will counteract that devil's potion or not?"

"Hey ray, I got everything you need! There's no need to get sassy, you over pampered yuppi! This should do the trick!"

He bent f down and dislodged a tiny, dark green bottle and placed it on the counter. "There you go my ambitious stud! One drink of this and she'll be like any other housewife who's been banged too much for the first year. She'll get headaches and moods and all the rest. That will be a thousand bucks. Visa and MasterCard are accepted."

The old bastard stared into Frank's shocked eyes. "Cat got your tongue boy? I usually get fifteen hundred for this but I feel kind of sorry for you. So if you want to play, you gotta pay!"

When Frank got his MasterCard back, the old man gave him the instructions. "Make sure that you get her to drink this right quick. If you delay or think about it, you'll miss your chance and you'll be snared forever. So don't fuck up! I don't give refunds! All sales are final! Just put this in her drink and she'll be as right as rain."

*******

An hour later, just after supper, Frank brought out two glasses with a bottle of their favorite Champaign. They were in the living room, about to start yet another romantic evening. For that matter, every evening was a romantic evening. He'd already poured the drinks and the special chaser was in her drink. Lela was bare assed and very horny as usual All she had on were her nylons and those heels with the five inch spikes. . Before he had an opportunity to give her the fateful drink, she hopped on his lap and buried his stiff rod into her eager crack. "Ooooooo! Frankie! Yes! You hot stud! I see your plan! You wanna make me drunk so you can fuck me dizzy, you wicked man! Oh yes baby! That feels so good. You're so hard and deep in me! Oooooo! Jesus! Jesus! I'm gonna cum! Ooooooo! Fuck! "

Before he had a chance to rescue the drinks, her high heeled foot shot out from a sudden and soul shattering orgasm. All he heard was the tinkle of glass as both drinks fell to the hard, tile floor. She crooned, "Don't worry about it baby! You don't have to get me drunk for me to fuck your big dick all night! Ooooo! Frank! Frank! Frank! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!"

She soon shifted her curvy body and he found his fuck meat lodged deep in her anus. The hot bimbo kept riding him. "Ooooo Frank, I love when you fuck that big dick up my tiny little ass hole! It needs you as much as my cunt does!" She pouted like a little girl who hasn't gotten her candy. "You're so mean to my poor little bum hole baby! You don't fuck it enough and it feels lonely sometimes! Ooooooo! Yeah! Yeah! Squirt my ass! I wanna feel you cum up my shit hole cause I love how it feels when you cream off into it! Eeeeaaahhhhh! Give it to me! Fucking fill me! Oh Yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh Frank! Keep sucking my boobs! I'm gonna cum some more! Oooooo! You're such a beast! I love you!"

He couldn't hold back and his spunk rocketed up into her vibrating dirt hole with frightening power. She was so tight and her sphincter gripped him so hard that he could never last long inside that wicked rectum of his now pregnant wife. She giggled as she nipped his ear lobe playfully.

"My favorite number is 69, baby! Why don't you pour some of that nice Champaign into my cunt and you can suck it out of me while I clean your cock with my mouth? I need you all night baby. This is our anniversary! I've had you inside me for six months, you randy dog ! Now let me suck your cock so I can caress your wonderful man meat with my poor, neglected little pussy! After all, it needs your cum just as much as my ass hole does. Oh please Frank, just keep putting it to me. Now, where's that champaign?"

Frank's last thought that evening before he fell into an exhausted slumber was, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might fucking get it!"