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Chapter 1
"It comes down to compatibility ... and Roy and I aren't ..." A dour
expression brought a far away look to Julie's eyes, as though she were
focusing on something only she could see.
The vested waiter standing over her with a tray in his hand asked if
she'd like a refill on her burgundy, but she didn't hear him. The buxom
brown-eyed woman beside her signaled the impatient man with a shoo of
her hand, then returned her pensive gaze to her distraught friend who
looked as though she'd been waging an emotional war against something
she was too weak to conquer.
True, Julie hadn't been her convivial self lately and, loving nothing
better than a little friendly gossip, Ertha had insisted Julie enjoy
the afternoon over a glass of burgundy wine at Henry's outdoor
restaurant where leisure was king and more than one illicit affair had
erupted hot and smoky from the tables sizzling with 'who's fucking who'
in round-robin gossip.
Besides, Ertha would have felt selfish hoarding the attention from the
parade of eligible businessmen strutting their stuff in Gucci shoes and
pin-striped suits as they dotted the tables surrounding her, shooting
salacious grins in the direction of the black-haired vixen whose
amulets and rings caught the shimmering sunlight in penetrating streaks
that made any man sit up straight and take notice. For Ertha was more
than a woman; she was a sexy witch with an aura of availability that no
man, no matter how in love with his wife, could deny.
"I'm sorry, honey, now what were you saying .. .?" Ertha pulled her
gaze from a table in the corner where last week's prey sat bored and
rotting inside from his wife's dull company. Ertha took vain delight in
the power she weighed over men: but now she cut it short and repeated
her question, this time nudging Julie by the elbow to bring her back
from her melancholic reverie that veiled her in a dark shawl of misery.
"For God's sakes, Julie, it can't be all that bad ... I mean now can
you get hung up on one man when there's an ocean of them right here at
your feet?" She tutted to her friend, then shot a warming smile at a
man she'd been plotting to meet for the past week.
"I'm just tired ... I didn't sleep a wink last night," Julie started,
taking another sip of her wine, embarrassed to discover the glass had
been drained on the last weary gulp.
Ertha rested her hand on Julie's slender arm, her bracelets twinkling
as if to say, 'nothing is worth the misery, honey.' "Listen, Julie,
I've known you since college and I know what your problem is ... you're
a martyr. God, look at all you've given up for that creep Roy. And what
has he given you in return? Sure, so you went to a couple of neat
parties, but you didn't have a chance to get loose or meet any of the
musicians he was snorting cocaine with. Right? You told me so yourself,
Julie."
Her friend shrugged. "Yes, that's what happened all right. I found out
later he was in the lady's room smoking dope with one of those rock n'
roll queenies." She closed her eyes and shook her head, then forced a
pained smile that didn't last long. Her pixie face soured into a frozen
grimace of faithless endurance as if she was waiting to be struck once
more ... to prove the misery she felt was real and deserved. The men
around her noticed, too, and chose not to pursue interest in the petite
looking woman whose China Doll sophistication contrasted so sharply
with the sultry woman seated next to her.
Sipping from her water glass, she bolstered her strength and continued.
"That seems to be happening a lot lately. We go places together, rarely
and I end up watching his camera case while he goes off flirting with
every woman around. I feel like an old hag, and I'm not even married!
Whoever said living with a man was bliss, was full of shit!" she
blurted out of control.
"Come on. Don't waste your energy on him, Julie. Quit being such a
martyr and have another glass of wine with me. It's Friday. Time to
celebrate and be happy." She waved to the waiter for a refill, then
turned her attention back to Julie. "How's Roy's photography business
going? Has he done any album covers lately?"
Julie shook her head, her poodley blonde curls vibrating. "No, that
doesn't seem to be happening. He's been spending all his time trying to
get some things in men's magazines. Porno is where the money is at, so
he says." Julie drew a deep breath. "Okay, if you really want to know
the dirt, Ertha, here it is. He's been hanging out every night in those
sleazy clubs down on Broadway trying to find nude models who'll pose
for him. Sometimes he doesn't get home till four o'clock in the morning
and when he does, he's drunk and nasty." With her finger, Julie traced
a carved heart on the marred table top, then half whispered. "I don't
think I can stand it much longer, Ertha, but I don't know what to do. I
can't afford to move out, but living with him is hell!"
"Well, I've never met a photographer I've trusted yet, Julie. They're
all voyeurs for one thing, and for another they've all been afraid to
admit to what they really want ... and that includes what they want
from women. They're fucked up, pure and simple. Just fucked up."
Julie bit into her lower lip, trying to gain control. Anger was not her
mode of expression, nor was pouting. She'd tried to play it straight
with Roy, promising not to date other men, even though they were only
living together and not married, but enough was enough. "What bothers
me most, Ertha," she started with pained confidence in her voice, "is
that he spends all of his time trying to make other women look sexy and
feel sexy, but he does nothing for me. God, it's really hard to admit
... I mean my ego has been nowhere for so long, that I was beginning to
feel really ... ugly." She swallowed hard and moved her empty wine
glass to the right of her stained napkin making room for the waiter to
serve the next round.
"Go on ..." said Ertha delving in her handbag for her wallet, flashing
her rings as she did so. Julie caught a glimpse of the dime-sized
turquoise ring sporting her best friend's middle finger and wondered
where her unemployed friend had the money to buy it, but said nothing.
As Ertha slapped a two dollar bill on the tray and pulled her chair
back in closer to the table, Julie resumed her scattered thoughts. "Oh,
yes, as I was saying, he spends all his time making these other women
appealing, and anytime I bring it up, he tells me I'm a nag and that
I'm paranoid. Says he's just trying to make some money and then he goes
on his tirade about how hard it is being a freelance photographer in
this city ..."
"That's all meaningless, Julie. Take it from a woman who knows. There's
only one way a man can prove his true affection for a woman ... and
that's in bed. You used to tell me how you two spend half your lives in
bed together. Now if that's still the case, then don't worry about a
thing ..." she pried, her deep eyes studying Julie's timid ones. "My
philosophy has always been that as long as you get satisfied, it
doesn't matter what else he'd doing ... how many women he fucks in a
day or sees naked."
Julie drew another deep breath and calmed herself with a sip of wine.
"Our love life used to be unparalleled. God, even Cleopatra didn't get
laid as many times as I did in one day. We lost half our friends
because we spent all of our time together in bed." Her shoulders
drooped wearily. "Now, now I have to beg him for it!"
"Hit yourself again, lady! Are you masochistic or what?" wailed Ertha
incredulously, leaning over the table so that her richly browned
breasts nearly tumbled out of the low cut rose-colored wrap-around
tunic she wore. "Love is what keeps you young. Man, at the rate you're
going, you'll be eighty before you're thirty! It's all so simple,
honey. If he's not giving it to you, go out and get it from somebody
else."
The blonde haired woman's eyes fell in dejection. "I can't do that,
Ertha. You know how I am. I've never been able to have an affair with
another guy when I'm living with somebody. It's just not ... not right
somehow. I guess what I should do is wait and try to make it happen
with Roy again. And if it doesn't I think I'll take some yoga classes
and meditate and learn to mellow out." But the ambivalent smile on her
face said it was a lie. She didn't want to mellow out from anything as
ethereal as Eastern religion. A good night in bed with Roy would cure
her ills.
"You're unbelievable, Julie. Do you know that? You're a classic! For
God sakes, listen to you! Avoid ... avoid ... avoid ... you keep side-
stepping the issue, and the issue is that you're horny and you want to
get laid. Why make things so fucking complicated?" She slurped her
wine, annoyed at the dribble that spotted her new tunic: she spit on
her napkin and rubbed at the stain uncouthly, her friend watching with
an amused smile on her face, despite her woes. Then Ertha went on
talking. "You're a healthy female with healthy desires, that's all, and
if Roy is going to get laid behind your back, then you have every right
to do the same thing."
The pixie faced twenty-six-year-old stared at her friend in amazement.
If only things were as simple for her as they were for Ertha. Physical
... that's how Ertha interpreted everything ... on the physical level.
For her, Julie, it was a different matter. Love affairs for her had
always been long and deep, not flirtations or light-hearted as they
were for Ertha who went through them like pages of a calendar in rapid,
even succession, with no cares for what happened yesterday. Today was
the moment.
"You've got to be more independent and more aggressive with men, Julie.
I've seen this same thing happen to you in college with Russ, then with
that idiot husband of yours who ran off with another woman, and now
with Roy ... and all because you didn't get out when the going got
tough. Men don't like women who are submissive and love him no matter
what dirt he hands your way. Men want a woman who'll slap his fingers
for doing wrong, because then they don't have to feel guilty about
anything. You see," she leaned close again, her eyes clearly focused on
the ravages of last weeks affair, the man who was now handing his wife
a fist full of bills in bribery for an afternoon of peace. It dawned on
Ertha then, with a twinkle in her eyes, that Friday was pay day and
that, she thought secretly, was good for business.
"You see," she started again, concentrating once more on her distraught
friend, "men don't feel guilty when they're caught at it, because then
it's justifiable: they can call you a nag and righteously so and the
issue is not what they've done, but how you found out. Believe me, if
there's anything I know about, it's men."
Her blonde friend readily agreed. "Yes, you do," she said with a
snicker. "Men is your subject, Ertha. Anybody in our dormitory would
attest to that."
"Well, it's paid off, honey, let me tell you. Find the magic wand to a
man's heart and there's nothing he won't do for you."
"Hmmm, maybe you're right," conceded Julie, resting her pixie chin in
the upturned palm of her hand. "Maybe if I'm really aggressive in bed
it'll carry over and Roy'll think of me as something other than
somebody to wash his dirty socks and make him coffee in the morning,"
Ertha licked her sultry lips, glossy with lipstick. "That's it. Be
bold, make him love you."
Chapter 2
Julie and Roy were sitting on the sofa, still dressed in their day-time
clothes, a bottle of fine French wine on the end table. Julie sighed as
she pulled her boyfriend closer to her with a surprisingly strong
motion that sent the two of them falling suddenly backwards. This was
her answer to Ertha's suggestion: she would be as sultry and vixenish
as she could tonight, and if it didn't pay off, she would be forced to
seek greener pastures. After a two year relationship, she'd
diplomatically reasoned, she would give Roy another chance at proving
his love, and if it failed, then ... well, she'd think about that
tomorrow. Right now she had headier things on her mind.
"Wait," Julie giggled, setting down her crystal wine glass. "Let me
take off this pantsuit before it gets all wrinkled!" She was happy ...
at least they were going to make love, just as they used to. It had
been far too long, almost two weeks, but she hadn't dared tell Ertha
that. As she struggled to get out of the jumpsuit, she could feel the
flush of the wine she had had at Henry's and now the half empty bottle
they'd consumed together. Her heart was pounding wildly and she felt a
bit dizzy.
Roy's kiss had raced through her like a thousand electric bolts, making
her grow weak with desire. She could feel her nipples hardening as she
tore off her French bra flinging it to the far side of the room.
Julie's full, round breasts quivered slightly as they were exposed to
the cool air, and a delicious excitement started at the base of her
spine, rising along her back to the smooth cream-like flesh at the nape
of her neck.
At last she could prove Ertha wrong! There was still love in her
relationship with Roy! He still thought of her as a desirable woman
with a desirable body and a desirable mind. She was no old hag.
Roy was lying quietly on the sofa waiting for her to finish getting
undressed. It hadn't been easy tearing himself away from the nude
shooting session tonight, but he knew if he didn't make his appearance
at home, Julie would be pissed, and with due cause.
Julie could feel his eyes burning into her back as she shimmied out of
her panties. Every detail of her sensuous nakedness was bared to his
gaze, from her small pointed nipples to the mysterious triangle of her
blonde pubic hair.
She wrapped her arms around her boy friend once more, feeling her nude
body soft against the roughness of his clothes.
"Like me, darting? Am I still your woman?" she whispered into his ear.
"Mmmmmmm!" Roy answered, thinking of how it would feel when his hard
prick was ramming deep into her tight little pussy. It had been a while
since he had held onto the ripe succulence of her breasts, and now he
grasped them and squeezed their tenderness between his fingers.
"Softly, darling, softly like you used to ..." she whispered.
But still he manipulated the large milk-white globes roughly, almost as
though he wanted to tear them off, and Julie squirmed beneath his
caress, wishing he would stop and get on with the love making. In an
effort to entice him further, she ran one hand along the inside of his
leg, casually sliding over to his throbbing prick. Deftly, she
manipulated the zipper, sliding it down rapidly and inserting her hand.
She grasped and withdrew his already throbbing cock, with one simple
motion.
"Oh, that's it, baby," he gasped, feeling her small hand grip his
blood-filled cock with determination. His hands slipped from her
breasts, down the lush contours of her torso, to her full hips. One
finger found the soft blonde tendrils of pubic hair that nestled so
cozily between her thighs and inserted itself between the soft pillows
of flesh that protected her already excitedly oozing pussy.
"Ohhhh, darling," Julie moaned out, tossing her head back on the bed.
"Oh, God, it feels good!"
Roy's middle finger was softly playing among the sensitive folds of
smooth pink cunt flesh, smoothing up and down with an insistent motion.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he held her close to him,
while his fingers began to manipulate the rising bud of her clitoris.
"Oh, Roy, Roy!" she moaned, "Darling!" Julie's legs flayed out
obscenely, giving her boy friend's hand more room, while her own hand
pumped up and down on his rock hard cock.
The flat white plane of Julie's belly trembled as his searching fingers
exposed the slit of her open crotch, and her rib cage rose and fell
against his heaving chest, her nipples becoming hard as little beach
pebbles against the material of his shirt.
Then two fingers were pressing into the warm opening of her pussy,
plunging up, up, up, past the hard ring of muscle that released its
tightness to allow this intrusion.
"Aaaahhhh!" she cried out, screwing her hips up to meet his thickly
probing fingers. Little helpless mewls of pleasure issued from her lips
as her long voluptuously slim body writhed in the throes of ecstasy.
Roy could wait no longer. He had had about eight glasses of wine that
night, and true, they had quickened his lust, but they had not given
him the patience to continue the foreplay that he knew Julie craved. Ms
large bulging cock throbbed painfully and tiny drops of fluid were
exuding from its large throbbing head.
Pushing his pants down and off, he maneuvered himself so that Julie was
forced to cease her steady up and down pumping, and he was kneeling in
between her widely spread legs, his rod throbbing impatiently before
him. One hand moved slowly over the thick foreskin, pushing it up and
then back over his hardness, while his other hand resumed its
exploration of Julie's hot, palpitating young pussy.
Boy, she's really going pretty good! he thought. Hasn't had any for a
while, poor thing. This should hold her for a bit. The dull ache in his
balls told him that he must push his cock into his girl friend's tight
pussy before he blew his wad. He'd already waited too long. Abruptly,
he removed his hand from her crotch, causing a small wet sucking noise
as his fingers left the pliant hair-fringed opening.
Julie's large globular tits jiggled above the expanse of her rib cage
as her naked body offered itself up to him.
"Ohhhhh ...!" she jerked as she felt his hand
sliding out of her pussy,."... oh, Roy, oohhhh!"
She felt the round head of his cock touching at the inflamed entrance
to her cuntal slit, throbbing against the quivering length of the moist
furrow of her cunt. Roy moved his stone-hard cock up and down in the
seething crack, up and down until on one down stroke it was poking into
the small elastically stretching hole of her tight, hungry cunt.
It was so hard! Julie had never felt her boy friend's prick so hard, it
seemed. She had to have him inside her! She had been just about to cum
before he removed his hand, and now her body demanded satisfaction,
demanded that this thick rod be plunged into her to the hilt. She held
onto her boy friend's buttocks and spreading her legs around his body,
bending them obscenely around his back, she pulled herself up
brusquely, forcing her boy friend's stiff cock to slide up into the
soaking wet slit of her pussy.
At first it was slow going, impeded by the tightness of Julie's cunt,
but as the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to the bulk of his
cock, the way was paved for him and Julie squirmed the silken sheath of
her pussy over his enormous member, swallowing it up to the tip of her
womb. She thought she would burst with her love for him, her lust
growing minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be
between them. Only Roy could give it to her. Whatever was wrong between
them before would be made up for by this moment, this frantic, fleshy
connection of their naked bodies.
"Oh ... I love you ... I love you ..." she moaned, open mouthed, the
tip of her tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat. She was thoroughly
filled by the magnificent prick that fit so snugly in her belly and it
gave her a wonderful feeling of completeness that she had sorely missed
these past two weeks when her boy friend's interest in her seemed to
have flagged. But that was all over now. From now on, it was going to
be different. He was going to fuck into her, long even thrusts, burying
the thick head of his cock harder and harder each time against her
waiting cervix. She was going to cum again and again, and each time
would be better. They would make love fat into the night!
He was deep ... so deep inside her that she felt almost nailed down to
the sofa, pinned in this lewd submissive position by the giant, fleshy
stake of man she loved.
The blonde curls of her pubic hair twisted in tiny tangles around the
base of Roy's cock. He held her like that for a long moment, savoring
the power that he felt, enjoying the beautiful whimpering woman who was
his woman, his to do with as he pleased. She was a pretty good lay,
too.
He made a mental note to fuck her more often in the future. Didn't want
her to start looking for it elsewhere. He could feel his balls dangling
in the upturned crevice of her ass, and a surging tingle swept through
him.
"Nnnnngggg ..." he groaned, his cock bucking inside the tightly
clasping passage of Julie's pussy, his semen spurting from deep inside
his balls, spewing forth in sporadic jerks between the milkily
contracting muscles of her cunt, splashing against the sensitive
surface of her cervix.
"Ooooohh ... yeaaaa ...!" he cried out as the overwhelming sensations
of orgasms traversed his thick cock and sent chills of delight
throughout his entire body.
He collapsed heavily on her, expelling one last heavy sigh, relieved to
have released the heavy load of his semen. He could feel Julie's
softness beneath his body. She was warm and smooth. Her perfume wafted
Lip to his nostrils as he buried her head in her neck.
"Mmmmm ..." she sighed. And then he was silent.
Julie lay stunned underneath his dead weight. She had hardly time to
realize that it was over! Part of her was still climbing to the erotic
heights she had so recently foreseen, but the rapidly deflating cock
inside her was little solace to her expectations. Roy's breath was
coming smoothly and evenly now, hot on her neck and her legs were
cramped, still forced wide apart by his impaling hips.
"Oh, damn!" she thought ... "Oh ... no."
She could almost taste the bitterness of her frustration. Anger rose in
her breast as tears of self-pity began to form in her large violet
eyes. And with Roy's first snore, the tears brimmed over and developed
into deep sobs. She had had such high hopes for tonight, had so
desperately wanted love between she and Roy as it used to: all
consuming and magical. She knew it would be at least another week
before they would make love again. Roy had been so busy trying to make
money during the week, she had stopped her vain attempts at seduction,
saving them for the weekends ... when he was home.
Last week he'd spent nearly every night down on the Broadway strip
where women flaunted their half-naked bodies behind glass doors of
strip shows and massage parlors to hopeful customers. That had been
painful enough. But now this! He'd come home every night drunk and
incoherent. And now this! It was worse than not making love at all,
because at least then she still had hope.
Angrily she attempted to push him over, squirming out from underneath
him.
He was halfway off when he roused slightly.
"Ah ... come on, Julie. Let me sleep ... it's been a hard ..." he
mumbled in a barely audible whisper.
Julie froze. Then scrambling the rest of the way out from under his
sprawling body, she stood beside the bed, staring down at him in
disgust.
She shook with frustration and clutched her arms around herself in
horror, her naked body beginning to feel the cold of the night air. A
raucous sob escaped from her throat and she turned and ran into the
bathroom, where she splashed her face with cold water.
Later, with her pet cat, Ralph, to keep her company, she watched the
late night show for the second night that week, the fatigue that
deflated her body having mysteriously transformed into a throbbing
energy of anger and fear of what was happening to her two year
relationship with Roy.
Chapter 3
Corby Lewis slipped the cab driver a dollar bill for the tip and got
out in front of Roy's apartment building. He padded his stuffed back
pocket to make certain the bag of marijuana hadn't fallen out in the
taxi.
Mmmm, looks like Roy's got himself a nice little crib here. If the
porno business is what's making him his bread, then I'm gonna ask for
another 10%. Shit, I'm the one who has to do all the work, fucking and
sucking those sleazy ass chicks. All he's gotta do is snap a shudder
...
Corby only hoped that Roy would be home for his interview. He'd said he
had to make a couple more contacts in setting up the stage before they
would start shooting.
He rang the bell and waited, tapping his platform shoe on the 'welcome'
mat as the moments slipped by and still there was no answer.
"Come on, get with it, Roy ... I haven't got all day, man!" He pressed
the buzzer again, and almost before he had removed his finger from the
button, the door opened and Julie peeked out. She had just gotten up,
and was still wearing her nightgown. She had thrown a flimsy negligee
over the top of it in her haste to get to the door.
"Morning, miss," Corby said, tipping his Panama hat and smiling his
most charming smile. His dark Puerto Rican eyes penetrated deep into
Julie's sleepy blue ones. She blinked at him, wondering if this was
another one of her boy friend's kinky friends who came to see about
'business.'
What did he want anyway? She had hardly slept at all last night and had
finally managed to fall off to sleep after Roy had gone off to finish
setting up the 'set' to start shooting his porno flick. She and Roy had
had their share of fights, about it, too. If it wasn't about the money
he was fronting on speculation to shoot this movie, it was about the
sleazy models he was hiring. One thing or the other. And he'd called
her a suspicious nag, saying she had no right to tell him what to do.
After all, they weren't married, were they?
All these things were still running through her mind as she looked
questioningly at Corby Lewis standing at her front door, his platform
shoes raising his lanky frame off the floor an extra six inches, his
black leather cape and Panama hat making him look like he was a few
months too early for Halloween. His appearance was so strikingly
bizarre that she completely forgot that the exact contours of her
slender body were completely visible beneath her negligee which seemed
to accent her large round breasts, her tiny waist and full womanly
hips, rather than hiding them.
None of this was ignored by Corby who pushed his hat back on his head
and restrained himself from giving a low whistle. Roy's old lady was a
real looker! He could not take his gaze away from Julie's revealing
cleavage as he finally explained.
"I'm here to see your ol' man. Supposed to do some work for him on the
set."
"Oh!" Julie said wearily. "Yes ... well, he's not here right now, but
if he's expecting you, I'm sure he'll either be calling or coming home
to meet you. Roy had mentioned someone coming over, but he had slammed
out of the house too soon to leave any message.
"Roy's at the set, huh?" he asked.
"That's what I said." she answered stone-faced. She looked at Corby for
the first time and realized that despite his weird taste in clothing,
he was a very fine looking man with high cheek bones, an even chocolate
brown complexion, and deep-set liquid eyes.
Corby mistook her frank gaze for something else, and made up his mind
that there was no two ways about it, the lady had to be as much of a
swinger as her boy friend, Roy.
"Mind if I have a seat?" Corby asked, appraising Julie's beautiful long
legs and well rounded thighs.
"Oh, no, sorry for not offering. Go right ahead while I get dressed."
She turned and started for the bedroom. "If you want coffee, it's in
the fridge."
"That's not all I'd like ..." Corby murmured and Julie turned to face
him.
"What did you say?" she asked thinking he certainly was acting
strangely. Then it occurred to her for the first time that she was
parading around almost naked in front of this total stranger. What must
he think of her?
Her face red with humiliation, she closed the bedroom door. "Good
grief, am I going crazy?" Glancing at the full length mirror on the
back of the bedroom door, she could see what Corby Lewis had seen. The
outline of her nipples showed clearly through the two layers of gauzy
material and she could just make out the triangular shadow of her pubic
mound.
She ripped off the flimsy garments and then went to the closet to pick
something more appropriate from the racks. She wanted to be as covered
as possible when she finally faced him again. Now that she thought of
it, he bad stared at her rather hungrily, but it wasn't all his fault,
she thought with an admission of honesty.
She pulled a fresh pair of Levies from the hanger and a sweater from
the top drawer of her bureau, thinking that she might repair the
irredeemable first impression she'd inadvertently created for her boy
friend's model. She slipped on the sweater, but it only accented her
large, firm breasts which protruded in soft, smooth fleshy curves
beneath the woolen knit. When she descended the stairs, she hoped to
find the young man gone, but she could see by peering into the living
room from the crack in her bedroom door that he was still sitting on
the sofa. She slipped into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of
orange juice and stared out the window thinking what a mess her life
was! Wasn't there a simple way of carrying on a relationship and have
it mean something? What made it all so complicated? Wasn't love enough?
She was still sitting there when Corby appeared in the doorway. His
limber frame lounged casually against the door jam, his black leather
cape shrouding his shoulders like some out-of-time Victorian character
from a horror show. He held a joint in one hand.
"Hope you don't mind me smoking dope in your house," he asked, grinning
pleasantly.
Julie stood up. "Now wait a minute, I find it a bit presumptuous on
your part ..."
Corby shrugged. "Your ol' man smokes it, so I sure as hell thought you
would too. Ain't nothin' wrong with it. Here, have a hit and let's get
it on ... your ol' man doesn't have to know," he said syrupy.
He sauntered toward Julie, deciding that she was the type who probably
had to be pushed. Well, he'd played that game before. Julie's fruit
juice spilled to the floor as Corby grabbed her up and pressed her
soft, yielding body against his chest, thrusting his tongue deep inside
her mouth with a smooth even motion, as though he had thoroughly
choreographed every move.
His tongue searched way back, deep into Julie's throat, probing at the
sides of her teeth, his mouth sucking at her tongue with a loud wet
noise.
Julie struggled fiercely, straining every way to get loose, hysteria
rising like mercury in her veins. But Corby's arms were strong,
stronger than any that had ever held her, and she was helplessly caught
in his arms. Her screams were stifled in her throat by the persistent
tongue that invaded her wide-open mouth, and her attempts at scratching
him were confined to the tough material of his leather cape.
Crazy thoughts ran through Julie's mind. All the horror stones of men
posing as friend's of husbands coming to doors and raping the women.
She had always thought that if anything like that were to happen to her
that she would be able to fight back, but now she knew the utter
futility of struggling against a force superior to her own.
A drugged maniac! So this was the kind of people Roy was hanging out
with! Her eyes bulged wide with terror as the stolen kiss continued.
With alarm, she felt a thick hard rod begin to press against her belly.
He was beginning to get an enormous erection! Good Lord! Could all of
that be him? Her imagination heightened by fear made the thick cock
that pressed against her struggling belly into a battering ram that
would soon shatter her to bits.
Corby held on and began to walk Julie backwards into the living room.
He had known them to struggle, but this one was really fierce. It
occurred to him that it was possible that she really didn't want him to
continue, but then he retraced all the events that preceded this
embattled embrace and concluded that she was about due to cease her
struggling any moment ... as soon as he had gotten to what he often
referred to 'as the moment of no return.'
He could feel the mounds of Julie's breasts cushioned against him,
making two large warm spots on his hard chest.
Man oh, man! She has a build on her that won't quit! What the hell is
Roy doin' with those dumb chicks when he's got a lady like this tucked
away at home?
He carried her along with him over to the living room sofa and managed
to get the two of them down on it, though she kept grabbing at his cape
trying to wrap it around his head to keep his tongue out of her mouth.
One hard thigh pressed between her legs, separating them and making it
impossible for her to move one way or the other. He would have to work
fast before Roy came home.
Shit! She had to go and put on those Levies! Corby's hand fumbled about
searching for the secret of getting them off, and found that the top
snap was already open. His hand slipped easily beneath the waistband of
her Levies and the zipper cooperated with the pressure of his hand,
opening up her belly to his caressing touch. Just below, the smaller
elastic of her nylon panties began, and his fingers raced to explore
beneath it. Her skin was smooth as satin as his hot nervous hand shoved
beneath her twisting hips, but he swiftly cupped one forbidden buttock,
kneading it, pinching it, enjoying its secrecy to the fullest degree.
"Nice little ass you got, honey!"
As Corby's mouth left Julie's, she let out a piercing scream.
"Please ... please let me go! Let me go! I'll tell Roy!" She tried to
bite Corby's lips, but he drew his head back quickly and clamped his
hand over her mouth.
"Hey, you're acting like you weren't asking for this ... coming to the
door half naked. Come off it, sweetheart. You're horny and you know it,
so why not quit fighting and take it with a grin!"
His hard cock throbbed against the wide split between Julie's legs, and
he considered just ripping her Levies and plugging it into her pussy
without any foreplay. Her struggling and yelling had only served to
excite him more, and now it was important to him to get this conquest
over with.
Julie heard his words with a sinking sense of doom. He actually thought
that she wanted this! How could she have gotten herself into this mess?
Corby removed his hand from her mouth to see if she would stop
screaming and start kissing, but Julie could only implore of her boy
friend's model. "Listen, I know it was my mistake coming to the door
dressed like that, but I didn't realize. And I've never gone out with
any other man except for Roy while we've been living together."
Corby was half listening ... his hands preoccupied him ... sliding
beneath Julie's sweater, invading the filled cups of her well filled
bra, holding the warm trembling orbs, jiggling them in his hands as
though he were weighing them. Then he twisted at the nipples with a
sudden piercing motion.
"Ooooh, please," Julie cried out in pain, and it sounded so genuine to
Corby that it made him stop and take another look at her. Her recent
words floated through his mind like a taped replay.
God, she's not kidding. Well, I'll be damned if I'm gonna rape her.
I've never had to beg for it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start
now. He released his hold on her breasts and, panting, he sat up,
adjusting his cape that had swiveled around backwards in the foray. His
cock felt like a shaft of rock granite stuffed inside his pants.
"Baby," he spat the word out into her face. "You're one hell of a cock
tease. I don't blame Roy one fucking bit!"
"No, no!" Julie cried pulling her slacks up and scrambled for the
bedroom. "No! It's not true, and I do love Roy!" She ran from the
bedroom, certain that he would follow. She tripped over the long legs
of her Levies twice as tears blurred her vision. Julie slammed the door
behind and locked it. Her breath came heavily, uneven sobs racked her
body as she stood listening at the door for Corby's footsteps.
She had always told Roy they should have an extension phone in the
bedroom. If she had one, she would call the police now and have this
stranger arrested. But what would she say to the police? That she'd
been raped? That wasn't exactly true and, knowing the hell the police
usually put rape victims through, she couldn't have stood the strain
anyway. The whole thing was her fault.
Julie could feel her knees shaking so badly that she had to let herself
down to the floor near the bed. Silently, she rested her head to the
rumpled bed coverlet and listened for the footsteps that never came.
After a short time, the slam of the apartment door reached her buzzing
ears, and then there was the sound of heavy-soled shoes on the cement
outside of the apartment building. She ran to the window to see the
black leather cloak billowing in the wind, the dapper Puerto Rican
whistling to himself casually as he hailed a cab.
Julie slowly walked over to the bed. She stood dazed and trembling
beside it for a moment, and then she began to remove the sweater and
slacks that had seemed so protecting such a short time ago. They felt
soiled and ugly now, cheap and dirty, just as she felt. She threw them
in the corner, knowing she would never wear them again.
Julie stepped out of her panties and undid her bra, letting both fall
to the carpeted floor. Then she climbed naked into the bed that was
still rumpled and unmade from the morning.
The cool sheets pulled up over her naked body felt soothing and somehow
kind to her overheated body. She knew that she was feverish, the heat
from her face in the soft feather pillow trying to blot out the memory
of all that had just happened, but it kept happening over and over
again in her mind. Every clear and lurid detail. Each insult louder
than before. The whole thing was impossible ... impossibly insane! And
yet so many things were changing. Things she never thought would happen
to her were happening all around her now: the conversation with Ertha,
the way she'd tried to seduce Roy, and now this! She felt vulnerable
and open to forces she had never wanted any part of. But now those same
forces were guiding her.
Julie's entire body trembled between the sheets and a kind of prickly
sensation played back and forth along her voluptuous curves. The
thought of what might have happened caused her to jerk spasmodically.
That monster, with the enormous penis ... was going to ... actually ...
Her hand went down between her thighs to the quivering slit of her cunt
as though to protect herself from the now imaginary invasion. But when
she touched herself she was surprised to find that she was soaking wet
and that her fingers caused a wild tingling sensation that pierced her
belly with a stab of acute pleasure.
"Aaaahhhh ..." she sighed softly, and somewhere in her head, a voice
said, "take your hand away, you naughty girl! What are you doing? That
isn't nice!" It was her mother's voice. Her mother's voice talking to
her when she was a little girl. "Such a dirty thing to do!"
As the voice continued, her fingers moved lightly over the sensitive
slippery folds, creating tiny tracing lines of lust wherever they went.
It was rising and rising ... overtaking her lovely sensual nakedness
with its demand for fulfillment. It swirled in her belly and up along
the spongy tissue of her breasts to the stiff hard nipples. Her other
hand reached to twist the aching nipples.
"Aaaahhhh ..." she sighed again. They had been waiting for that. All of
them seemed to have been waiting for these touches. Her hands moved
blindly now, quickening their licentious probings as Julie began to
twist her body and to rise and lift herself on the bed, raising her
hips to the lust-maddened attack of her own hands.
"Oh God!" she murmured. "Oh God, no!"
Her lithe young shape turned, tortured by the teasing of her fingers.
Passion became an all consuming flame and she was its willing fuel.
"Ah ... aaahhhh ... AAAHHHHH ...!" she cried out as her finger slipped
into the pink wet opening of her pussy.
She wanted this, she knew ... wanted this badly ... wanted these
fingers to be a huge penis, rigid, shoving hard into the trembling
opening, pushing against the wetly sucking walls of her cunt, throbbing
deep up inside her. Hard! HARD!
Julie's fingers rammed into the burning cavern between her open thighs,
her entire body bent into an obscene shape by her mounting desire. She
sighed and cried out, groaning her pleasure. It was ecstasy, this big
make-believe cock rising so high inside her, while her body and
twitching hips rose to the ever increasing rhythm.
"Oh ... oh ... yes, yes ... YES!" And it was Corby's lust-hardened cock
fucking into her mercilessly, his massive prick teasing, hurting,
smashing. She had to get him into her deeper ... deeper.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" she cried out. Oh, it was good!
Back and forth! Back and forth! In and out! In and out! She bucked
harder, her long, smoothly tapered legs moving lewdly back and forth,
up and out on the bed. Her face was twisted by the strain of her
solitary actions into a mask of sex-crazed pleasure.
Her fingers strained to accommodate the clenching hair-lined pussy that
was over-flowing with her own love juices. On and on she finger-fucked
herself furiously while a tiny stream of uncontrollable saliva slid
from the comer of her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Roy ... oh, baby ... please fuck me!"
* * *
Julie lay in a semi-stupor for some time after her wild, self-induced
orgasm and then slowly her fingers found their way once more to the
still gently twitching lips of her open cunt. Three more times she
uncontrollably vented her lust, attacking her own tortured body and
lust-gaping cunt with renewed vigor until finally she lay spent and
gasping, her legs wide-spread on the bed, a lewd twisted grin of
satiation upon her lips.
She drifted off and slept the sleep of the shameful dead until evening
when the sound of a police siren awoke her. She jumped out of bed, not
knowing what time of day it was, or what day it was. What was she doing
naked? She never slept without a nightgown on. And where was Roy? It
was when she saw her clothes heaped in the corner that it came back to
her ... everything.
Quickly, as if the devil was after her, she unlocked the bedroom door
and stumbled into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. The
blonde haired woman sat in silent fear, her robe wrapped around her
naked body, and her fingers, still swollen from her lust, clinging to
the steaming coffee cup as if it were the last vestige of decency in
her existence. She thought of turning on the stereo to listen to some
Gordon Lightfoot or maybe some light jazz would help heighten her
doomed mood, but it seemed too intrusive somehow ... as if she didn't
deserve the reprieve the music would lend. No, she'd have to suffer it
out, for that's what she deserved, wasn't it?
Roy ... why did Roy have to vanquish the few hopes she had left for
cementing their too-long neglected relationship? Why, oh God why did he
have to fall asleep on her without making her feel loved? Was it too
much to ask? Was there something she'd failed to do?
Oh, Roy I need you, baby. Oh God, I need you more than ever before.
Please, please come home, she silently implored, her eyes closed to the
glaring light accusingly blinding her sleep-puffy eyes.
Julie had no idea of how long she'd sat there staring at the happy
yellow walls of her kitchen, her mood darkening. At ten-thirty she
realized she couldn't wait any longer for Roy to come home. If he
wasn't home in fifteen minutes, that meant he'd probably spend the
night at the studio he'd rented and called home since the inception of
his 'make money fast' scheme that had caused the chasm in their
relationship.
She had to see him, soon; had to be held in his strong arms, told that
everything was going to be okay, or she would loose her mind. A dribble
of coffee spilled onto the table cloth and in that crazy moment she
realized the meaning of insanity. Though she'd always considered
herself to be a relatively sane, rational individual, she had the 'acid
flash' of paranoia. If she didn't have relief from the desperate
loneliness she felt, she would go stark raving mad.
Yes, it was insane, stupid, and maybe even self-destructive, but she
would drive to the studio and find Roy, beg him to come home with her
and hold her in his arms and make everything okay again. Only Roy could
do that.
Chapter 4
"Phew. I'm glad that set is over!"
Roy turned off the flood lights and turned to face his nude model
Samantha, who was wiping her forehead, beaded with perspiration from
the torturously hot lights, and slipping on an embroidered Japanese tea
gown.
"Hey, don't put that on yet, honey. The night's not over with yet."
For a second he regretted that inviting statement, knowing he should
call home if not make it home before Julie got suspicious enough to
come checking up on him. But she wouldn't do that, he reasoned,
dismissing the thought as a wave of guilty paranoia. But his job as
photographer and director of this bombasting money-maker had a few
fringe benefits, despite the backaches, and he intended Samantha to be
one of them.
He glanced over the top of the camera at her, relieved that the
shooting had gone well and a session such as the one he'd just filmed
saved a couple hundred dollars worth of money out of his own pocket.
That was truly cause for celebration, wasn't it?
Roy pulled the plug of the extension cord from its complexity of wires
and switches and ambled over to his female model who was tying the cord
on her robe, as with one deftly practiced motion, born of three years
of strip-tease dancing, she flung her buttocks-length wavy hair free of
the collar.
"Hope you don't have to be home in bed too early tonight, Samantha,"
smirked Roy. "We might want to rehearse some scenes for tomorrow's
shooting," he whispered hoarsely into her shell-like ear, weighed taut
with the burden of her two-inch earring.
Samantha's long red nails teased a claw mark on his five-o'clock
shadow. "It could be arranged, honey, and I won't even tell the union
about the over-time."
Shelly, the male counterpart in "The Torturous Minutes of Lust" shot a
knowing smirk in the direction of the playful photographer and his red-
haired model. They caught his cold accusing eye. Shelly shook a warning
finger at them and slipped his trench coat on. "Have a good time," he
called over his shoulder before laughing his way out the door.
* * *
Despite the recent wave of warm spring weather, the night was cold with
high westerly winds, the kind of weather that brings in fog from the
ocean in billowing blankets. It crawls over coastal cities, disfiguring
buildings and landscapes ... and the moods of the people who try to see
clear through it. Such was the night when Julie crawled behind the
wheel of her Volkswagen and headed for downtown San Francisco, toward
the Mission District where warehouses and industrial plants leave the
streets deserted at night, except for an occasional night guard and his
Doberman Pinscher body guard.
She knew it was crazy to drive down there at that awesome hour, yet she
was convinced that she was doing the right thing. The only thing to do
under the circumstances was to go and see Roy, go out to dinner, and
talk to him. She had to see him, otherwise nothing would make sense at
all. He was the last stronghold of reality in a world that had suddenly
gone crazy.
It was a good twenty minutes drive from Nob Hill to the Mission
District, and a glance at her watch told her that she should make it in
time before they all left the studio. The last thing in the world she
wanted was to be stuck down there in the complex warren of darkly
shadowed buildings with no sense of direction.
She could visualize how surprised he would be to see her. The denim
jumpsuit she was wearing was one of his favorite outfits and, even
though she'd worn it only yesterday, he never tired of it. And, despite
her tear-stained face, she'd managed to make herself look pretty good.
As she drove, she pushed the memory of Corby Lewis and of Ertha's lewd
suggestion deep into the back of her mind. The fresh air blowing
through the window helped her to forget and to think optimistically
about the future. It was beginning to look as if her interpretation of
everything that had happened was only an exaggeration. Certainly
nothing could be as bad as she'd thought. A half an hour later, Julie
pulled up to the intersection of Mission and 16th Streets, and she
looked around for signs of Roy's VW van. After driving around the block
three times, she finally found it parked in a yellow zone. She parked
her car behind his van, hoping she wouldn't get a ticket. She was just
rolling up the window and locking the doors when a black man dressed in
a security guard's uniform, a brace of dogs at his side, called out to
her, wanting to know where she was going. As he walked closer, the
guard glanced at her and then took a second look. Julie was pleased.
She needed a little reassurance and the guard obviously thought she
looked good.
"Oh, I'm going to meet my boy friend. He's rented a place down here to
do some shooting ... pictures, that is," she added with a nervous
giggle. "And I've come to meet him."
"What's the address?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, it's Mission--2299 Mission. Can you help me find it?" It was said
not out of flirtation, and the man complied out of more than sympathy.
"You're a pretty brave girl running around these streets at night." One
of the Doberman's gave a conceding yap. Julie kept a safe three foot
distance between her nippable legs and the dogs. As they made the
corner, the hopeful blonde walked with her head just a touch higher as
she turned away from the man, the building now in sight. She knew his
eyes were on her, watching the sway of her hips as she made her way to
the side entrance of the warehouse.
"Should be an elevator inside, lady. Want me to wait?"
"Oh, that's okay," assured Julie. "I'm sure that something happens,
you'll hear a scream. Besides, Roy is expecting me," she lied.
"Please ... this isn't my territory, and somebody'll have my ass if
they catch me off the block, but please, I can't let a pretty lady like
you go into this building alone ... just as far as the elevator." His
dark eyes twinkled with fatherly concern.
"Okay, thank you, thank you," Julie was delighted. The guard opened the
old-fashioned gate and pressed the button for her. She waved through
the webbed-glass window at him, exuberant that in minutes she would be
with Roy. There was apprehension, too, for she'd never been involved in
his work to the degree of feeling comfortable around his models,
especially the nude ones, and for an ominous moment, she felt as if she
were prying into his private life.
Julie got off at the third floor and pushed open the creaking iron gate
of the elevator and stepped out into a long hallway with several closed
doors lining the walls. Tip-toeing down the hallway, she peered at the
doors that had no numbers, now totally confused and wishing that she'd
let the guard help her find her way. At the L in the hallway, She
craned her neck to the side, waiting to hear a whisper or music,
anything to tell her people were still in the building: certain she'd
detected a faint giggle behind the door directly to her left, she
stopped and felt her body collide into something hard and yielding.
"Ohhh," Julie sucked in her breath and looked startle eyed into the
face of Shelly. "My God, you scared me."
"To say nothing of what you did to me," answered the suave actor, a
salacious smirk on his face. "Can I help you ... are you looking for
someone?"
Julie let her upheld fingers drop from her mouth and answered, "Yes,
I'm looking for Roy. Do you know where I might find him?"
"Roy ... sure, I know Roy. He's back there," he returned with a half-
laugh that set Julie on edge. "Just go to the door at the end and walk
right in. It's not locked. There's a waiting room that doubles as a
dressing area. Just have a seat and Roy will be right with you," he
sadistically added in retribution for Roy stepping on his territory
with Samantha tonight. "It might be a while, but he'll find you."
Julie thanked her benefactor and confidently strolled down the hallway
to the door and opening it, slipped in unheard and made herself
comfortable in the dressing room where a sofa and easy chair were the
only furniture. And those were tattered.
An unexpected chill coursed down her spine as she sat cross-legged on
the sofa, her purse at her side; she stared at the sequined bikinis
hanging from crude hooks on the walls, the feather headresses and see-
through nighties, and tried to imagine herself feeling at case in such
a seductive costume. Julie couldn't. A cautious afterthought piqued her
confidence; maybe she shouldn't have come here. Maybe this was too
private a place to talk to Roy. But she was here now, and no way was
she going to walk back to her car unattended.
She picked up a magazine, last week's Time and read an article on how
Pornography was sweeping the country from the West coast to the East,
and that soothed her abhorrence of Roy's involvement in it. If
everybody was doing it for money, she reasoned after scanning the
article, then certainly he could, too. Perhaps she had been too
clutching with him. A nag?
When the article was read and the magazine thrown carelessly to the
floor, Julie glanced at her watch and then at the door that separated
the dressing room from the shooting area. At first she thought her eyes
were tired from reading without her glasses, but she soon recognized it
as fatigue. Yes, it had been a rather grueling day, hadn't it?
Where was Roy anyway? she thought as she stretched out on the sofa and,
substituting her marshmallow soft handbag for a pillow, found it
welcomingly comfortable. Julie just couldn't stay awake any longer, so
she turned over on her side, crossed her arms over her chest for warmth
and let her eyes close. She tried to stay awake as long as she could,
thinking Roy would be coming through that door any second, but after a
few minutes, she was sound asleep, dreaming of a happy reunion with her
boy friend.
* * *
Behind that door Samantha and Roy were giggling softly, talking over
the day's shooting. Man, everything had gone well. Shelly got it up and
kept it there, for a change ... something that's not easy for any man
with a line of lights beating down on his head and people directing him
to 'move the right leg left and wrap his arm around her waist ... now,
lower ... lower, so we can get a look at those tits of hers ..." God,
no, porno films were not so easily done. Now, all the equipment was
unplugged and waiting for tomorrow's shoot.
They were lying on the bed now, the scene of today's shooting, still
hot and damp with sweat and cum. Roy cupped Samantha's soft undulating
buttocks in his hands, pinching the soft flesh between his fingers.
"You are a hell of an actress, you know that?" he asked, getting up
from the bed to grab the half-empty wine bottle from the floor near the
ladder. She took the chance to make a dash for her cigarettes before
they got too involved to want to move.
Bottle of wine in hand, he pulled the giggling Samantha over to the
bed, collapsing heavily himself and then bringing the girt down onto
his knees. His hand slipped quickly under her robe, rising rapidly to
the soft nylon covered mound of pubic hair between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he murmured into her ear. "You're gonna get it tonight.
Flinging those ass cheeks in front of my face all day," he teased. "Or
maybe you would rather I let Shelly have you for the night ..."
"Oh, come on! Shelly's not such a hot lay. He's big, but he doesn't
know how to use it." She pulled an extra-long cigarette from the pack
and let it dangle from her lips, greasy with lipstick, waiting for a
light. "Come on, light my cigarette. What do you think I am?
Liberated?" She giggled, wiggling her hips so that her bottom came in
contact with the hard upstanding head of Roy's cock, barely contained
by the stretched cotton of his Levies.
"Oh, Roy ... damn!"
"Yeah ... like that?" His hand slipped under the leg band of her scanty
rhinestone-studded panties and making wet, teasing contact with the
soft red pussy that already started to moisten at his touch.
As he started a slow teasing rhythm in the narrow smooth fleshed slit,
Roy could feel the heat of the girl's thighs pressing tightly together
against his hand and arm. The wet, sensitive flesh throbbed gently
beneath his moving fingers, the softness of her pubic curls tickling
sensuously against his flattened palm.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "God, but you've got experienced fingers! Sure
you've been a photographer all your life?"
"Hey, baby. You want it just as bad as I do, don't you. Come on ... I
really turn you on, don't I?" Roy breathed hoarsely.
A sigh was her only answer, but quiet: adequate. He could feel the
tense cords in her thighs pressing nervously against his hand,
indicating a hidden strength that he longed to experience wrapped hotly
around his driving hips.
His other hand fumbled about At her breasts until he found their firm,
full mounds being smashed suddenly against his face. God, she was
crawling all over him! It was all he could do to keep his hand worming
high up in her cunt as she began to moan and thrash.
"Oh, Roy, Oh God, Roy. Take me, fuck me! Quick!" She was alternately
pulling at his clothes and at her own, and Roy realized that he'd
better act quick before they were both in rags.
"Okay, baby." he pulled his fingers away from the heat of Samantha's
pussy, and gathering up his strength, laid her down on her back on the
bed.
She squealed as he pulled off her rhinestone-studded bikinis and tossed
them over the end of the bed.
"Oh, come on Roy, don't tease me, okay? Fuck me, damnit, fuck me now!"
she was saying. "NOW!"
Roy looked at the sensitive throbbing vee of Samantha's cunt, the same
hole he'd been staring and focusing in on every day for the past three.
Man, but she knew how to spread it; it gave his cock a teasing jerk.
Was he ever going to enjoy fucking her! He reached down and released
his cock from his pants, letting it jump out before him. Its hard red
tip glistened dully in the light of the room and large veins throbbed
along the full length of its shaft. He was proud of it. Man, he'd seen
a lot of male cocks lately since working on this film, and his stood up
to them all!
"Get ready, Baby ... Daddy's coming to get you!"
Roy crushed down onto Samantha's pulsating body, small beads of sweat
already forming on his brow from the surging excitement he felt.
Samantha clutched Roy tightly to her as though she were trying to
squeeze the last bit of breath out of him. Roy pushed his hand
underneath her already churning buttocks and raising tier ass up so
that her relaxed and waiting pussy was in direct line of fire for his
cock. She seemed to be getting wetter and wetter as his cock parted the
soft, tickling pubic hair and slipped lewdly between the folds of her
trembling pussy.
Finally it found the tight aperture of her cunt pushing heavily against
its temporary barricade. Samantha's behind began to screw itself up in
a more and more desperate motion while she implored him with tiny
grunts and groans to be quick.
"Aaaahhhhh ..." she groaned as the bulk of Roy's cock slithered into
the sensitive depths between her burning thighs.
"Oh, God, you feel good! ..." Roy cried as he felt his cock strike
bottom and Samantha's ass jerked up under him at the swift thudding
impact. Her pelvis ground hard against his back, pulling him even
further into the hot cavern between her legs.
The grasping mouth of her pussy wrapped snugly around his straining
member, the strong vaginal muscles rippling along the hardness of it.
Roy cursed under his breath from the sheer ache of it as his rigid cock
was gently but firmly massaged by the velvet sheath of the red head's
cunt. It felt so good that he knew he was going to have to have more of
the sweet, fucking bitch. He ground deeply into the squirming pelvis
that writhed beneath him, feeling her arching up to meet him as the bed
squeaked in uneven rhythms to the movements of their lovemaking.
* * *
Julie's deep sleep was punctuated by bad dreams. She was still
exhausted from the nervous tension and even though the dreams were
disturbing, she slept on for a while.
Roy was making love to her ... the way he used to, giving to her what
she was giving to him. Yet, she wasn't naked. Instead she was wearing a
see-through nightgown with rhinestones on the bodice and he was taking
pictures of her as she teasingly stripped... then they were back on the
bed again with Roy thrusting his huge cock in and out of her stretched
cunt as loud groans of lust filled the room. She could hear herself
crying with pleasure and fear, as the big penis stretched her pussy
wide, sinking far deeper into stretched pussy.
She found herself mouthing obscenities ... words that were not part of
her vocabulary.
"Your cock is wonderful! Your cock ... aarrgg ... fuck me ... fuck me
... make it hurt!"
Julie tossed on the sofa, in the grips of a very sexual torment, until
a loud piercing scream broke her dream to bits.
She woke suddenly, startled and frightened half out of her mind. At
first, she didn't know where she was, but she remembered quickly enough
and jumped off of the sofa. A light shone from under the door of the
shooting room and through the door the wet flesh smacking against flesh
sounds of lovemaking assaulted her ears.
"Yes, hurt me ... harder ... harder!"
Julie rubbed her eyes and rose to her feet shakily and, edged toward
the door separating her from something she was afraid to see. Gently,
she pushed open the infamous door and squinted in the dim light..
There, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp was her boyfriend,
ridiculously postured, humping over the flaming red head, thrusting his
cock with tremendous force into the jiggling wide-spread slit of
another woman's cunt. Her eyes rolling uncontrollably in her head as
her legs alternately kicked out and clamped back upon Roy's back.
"I'm cummming ..." the woman coughed out. "I'm cumming!
The obscene words entered Julie's ears like tiny explosive shock waves
as the lewd sight greeted her unbelieving eyes.
"Yeah ... oh, Baby ... yeah!" Roy replied half crazy with excitement.
"Give it to me ..." He grabbed Samantha's legs and spread them far out
on either side of his plunging torso, cramping one of them into the
bed. But neither of them was feeling any pain as the spasmodic twinges
of orgasm rose up to envelope them.
A low scream formed deep in Samantha's throat as she felt the first
convulsion overtaking her and Roy groaned out his answer.
"Oh, sweet cunt ... oh, sweet fucking cunt!"
An additional sound was added to the final gurgling of the frenzied
couple on the bed as Julie, without even realizing that she was
uttering a sound, screamed twice, the blood-curdling sound pouring
forth from her lips in a steady hysterical scream of absolute horror.
* * *
"No more ... no more ... I can't take any more ..." The words kept
resounding in Julie's mind as she drove back home. Some red lights she
mistook for green, and at the green ones she stopped, but Julie paid
little heed to the trivia of driving. Her boy friend had cheated on her
... that was important. Too sad to cry, her body ached for relief from
the throbbing pain lodged in her throat, as if she needed to scream but
couldn't, as in a bad dream where one is left helpless and easy prey.
And easy prey she'd been for two years to a man she loved and
sacrificed for.
The imprint of the two of them ... her boy friend and that ... that
girl, entangled together on the bed ... her own image standing at the
door like a prying nun ... Oh, God! What a fool I am! What a stupid
fool!
She could still see Roy's horrified face turning to look at her as she
stood screaming in the doorway, watching him scramble up off the girl,
his big cock dangling lewdly in front of him. She had turned and run
out the door and there at the elevator, just as the gate was
protectively sliding shut and the heavy door after it, she'd seen Roy's
transgressed face staring at her through the webbed glass. How long Roy
pounded on that elevator door, she didn't know. Still screaming and
crying, she ran for her car. Now she felt nothing but a cold numbness
in her body. Pain would have been easier, but the choice wasn't hers.
Pure instinct guided her back home, but once she arrived there, she
knew that she could not bear to spend the night. She didn't know which
would be worse, the possibility that Roy might be there, or that he
wouldn't come home.
With a loud stripping of the gears, she made an illegal U-turn on Hyde
Street's cable car line, and headed for North Beach where she knew
Ertha would give her a spare blanket for the night. Anything would do
... as long as she wasn't alone.
Ertha answered the strident ringing of the doorbell as quickly as she
could, despite the fact that she was in the middle of giving her late
date an oil massage. When she opened the door she was expecting to see
one of her boy friends, drunk and horny, but instead she hid the slight
disappointment when she saw Julie's weeping figure collapsed against
her doorway.
"Julie ... for Godsakes. Now what?" She pulled her inside and sat her
down in the living room. "Good God, what's ... what's wrong?" Ertha
rubbed the excess oil on her terry cloth robe before stroking Julie's
hair back from her face. "What happened?"
Julie haltingly began to tell the saga she had just been through, still
unable to believe it herself.
Halfway through, with the guts of the story out, and the emotional
epilogue yet to come, Ertha excused herself and headed toward the back
of the apartment to call to her date to come join them. His name was
Joshua and he was the emotional sort. Maybe he could help get Julie out
of her blues with a little affection.
The three of them sat in the living room sipping wine, all attention on
Julie who kept repeating, "I should have known better ... it had to
happen sooner or later ..."
Joshua and Ertha watched as Julie became more inebriated.
"Go ahead, Baby. It'll make you feel better," urged Joshua, who sat
between the two females, wishing one of them would get back to the
rubbing and forget the sad storytelling. Julie felt somehow relieved by
the stranger's soft voice and mannerisms.
"Here, have some more wine, Julie ...
Finally, Julie collapsed against the edge of the sofa arm, so tired and
drunk by this time that it didn't matter if it wasn't a bed ... or
home. Ertha put a quilt over the girl and gently lifted her head to
slip a pillow under her head so she wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.
"Poor baby," she whispered to Joshua. "She's gotta loosen up and learn
to live or she's gonna be miserable for the rest of her life."
Joshua pulled Ertha close, his half-erection giving an ominous jerk. He
cradled her head in his hands and, looking her in the eye, whispered,
"You're just the woman to do that. And you know it.
Chapter 5
"Julie, honey, there are some things we're gonna have to talk about,"
said Ertha setting a cup of steaming hot Italian roast coffee at her
friend's side. For the second day in a row, Julie had woken up hung
over and depressed and, if she followed yesterday's pattern, she'd lay
on the sofa all day and watch television. Any question would be
answered in a brief monosyllable with no inflection. A picture of
depression, if ever there was one.
"Huh?" Julie raised her head reluctantly off the pillow and ran her
fingers through her unbrushed hair.
"I said there are some things we're gonna have to talk 'about." Ertha
waited for Julie to sit up, then sat down on the sofa beside her
friend, lifting the quilt and warming her own legs with it. "Drink some
coffee. It'll straighten out your head," she pointed to the steaming
mug, refusing to dote further on the girl whom she'd been waiting on
hand and foot for the past two days. It was time Julie did something
for herself, unless she wanted to remain an emotional invalid for the
rest of her life.
"What is it?" Julie winced at the first acrid sip of coffee, its acid
scorching her inside that had known nothing but wine and a few morsels
of food in the past torturous days of sorely needed emotional
cleansing.
"It's you, Julie. What's going to happen to you?"
Julie shrugged recklessly and took another sip of coffee.. Again she
ran her fingers through her unkempt hair, a blank expression on her
face. Then her eyes narrowed, as though squeezing back the tears, and
she concentrated on a loose thread on the sofa's arm, twisting it
around her finger then, forming it a ball, she gritted her teeth and
yanked it off. "I knew this was coming ...
"What?"
"That you'd get tired of having me around," she muttered, barely
audible.
Ertha tutted and stroked Julie's knee through the quilt. "Now that's
not it at all, and you know it. God, how can you say that after we've
been friends ... roommates for awhile ... as a matter of fact, since
college? Man, you've got to get your head together, Julie. That's what
I'm concerned about. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want.
Move in, if you wish. But it's that crazy head of yours that concerns
me ..." She playfully rapped her knuckles on Julie's head.
Julie gave a faint chuckle, the first expression in two days and lifted
her head to stare into her friend's eyes to see the honesty and concern
harbored there. "You've been really good to me, Ertha. I don't know
what I would have done ...
"Hey, come on. Let's not play humble, okay?" She gave Julie's hand a
squeeze, startled to feel it cold and clammy. "We've got to get you
back on your feet, girl." The sofa gave a teasing squeek as she pumped
Julie's hand up and down on the nubby fabric, hoping to bring some
strength and life back into the frail figure of her long-time friend.
"Tell you what ... you get up, take a shower and get dressed. We'll go
to a nice little Italian place I know of ... ravioli's superb ... and
have lunch."
"Oh, that's sweet of you," Julie managed. "But you know Roy was paying
for almost everything and I'm embarrassed to admit I have barely a cent
to my name."
"On me ... now think it over. I'm going to make myself presentable.
God, it was five o'clock by the time Bill left last night," she yawned.
* * *
"She's right," Julie thought, standing under the shower. "Why should I
be so put down because one creep turned out to be a first class
bastard?" She would get dressed, put on some make up and strut the
streets as she used to do before Roy destroyed her life.
While she was getting dressed in the bathroom, Ertha came in. "Is it
all right?" she asked, rapping on the door. Julie opened it to find her
friend staying there with her arms full of clothes. "I brought these in
for you to try on. I've put on a couple of pounds ..." she laughingly
patted her bosom, "and most of them don't fit. Damned shame too. Paid a
lot for those rags. Oh, and Julie," she sat down on the edge of the
tub. "Don't take me wrong, I'm not prying or anything, but take a
couple of pointers from me, okay?" She reached up to tickle her friend
under the chin. "North Beach is a special kind of place, you know. I
mean there are a lot of men around and it's best to be seen alone. But
you have to dress right ... that means no bra, lots of make up ...
they're into the casual look around here," she laughed. "They all think
they're 'arty,' but when it comes down to it, they want a real woman.
Just strut your stuff and walk tall and I promise, you'll be out of
your doldrums before you ever knew what hit you."
When Ertha left, Julie looked in the mirror once more for reassurance.
With her make up on now, she saw a very womanly body facing her ... her
short curly blonde hair shone from the many brushings she'd given it,
and her features were even and delicate. No, she was not a destroyed
woman, she decided with a determined nod of her chin. She stepped into
the dress Ertha had given her. It was a perky summer sundress with
buttons down the front and a bolero jacket to match. The bodice made
her look like the 'after' photographs in a bust development ad, even
without a bra. The creamy mounds of her breasts protruded several
inches in front of her, cradled precariously by the cut of the dress.
"Oh, well," Julie thought. "Why shouldn't I show my best features?"
Another wave of anger shot through her, an anger that had been
carefully rekindled by Ertha each time it showed the least bit of
flagging. Any time she felt sad over her faithful loyalty to Roy, the
memory of something Ertha said would set her bristling.
Julie buttoned up the bolero top, furious again that the man she had
lived with for two years had mistreated her. Roy, the man she had
helped finance cameras, taken messages for, and played secretary for
while he ran around ... Oh God, there she went again ... But she
couldn't help wondering if he had been cheating on her all that time,
too. Probably so, she decided, the thought twisting like a sharp knife
in her stomach.
She emerged from the bathroom to see Ertha coming out of her bedroom,
hairbrush in hand. The sultry black-haired woman stopped in her tracks
and gave a low wolf-call whistle. "Whow, you're a knock out, Julie!
Damn!" She watched carefully as Julie walked ahead of her. Boy, if only
that girl would set herself in the right direction, she could make a
lot of money. Hell, she could share my business with me.
"Julie, there's one thing I forgot to mention. I know you're hard up
for money, is that right!"
Julie turned in time to see Ertha stroke a hairbrush through her wealth
of thick wavy black hair. She nodded. "Yes, I am, and I feel really bad
about that, too. But I'll sell my car to help you pay the rent ...
really I will. I don't expect for you to let me stay here for nothing."
"Now don't you go talking like that, Julie," Ertha was talking to
Julie's reflection iii the mirror. "I about to offer my help in finding
you a gig ... you know, something you can make some money at. Real
money, not $3.50 an hour. We'll talk about it at lunch, okay?"
Excited, but a bit confused, Julie gathered up her handbag and opened
the door, Ertha right behind her. Now for the first time in two days,
Julie walked into the sunlight. It felt good.
* * *
"Massage? So that's how you've been making your money?" Julie poked at
her salad, playing with a slice of tomato. After two days of fasting,
her stomach couldn't hold much. She padded her abdomen, happy to feel
the weight had shed in the right spots.
"Yes, massage ... and don't stick up your nose at it because it's an
age-old ritual. Man, people have been getting off on massage since ...
"Since harems ...
"Come on off it." Ertha shot a weary wince at her friend, then wiped
her mouth free of ravioli sauce. It was not out of habit for her to
talk with her mouth full of food, so Julie had to listen carefully.
"... good for healing ... relaxing and it brings people together ...
know what I mean?"
"That's what you do? You give people massages ... for money?
Ertha nodded. She'd just taken another healthy bite.
"You mean like those girls in massage parlors?"
Ertha swallowed fast. "Not like that ... don't make it sound like
something cheap and dirty, Julie. Man," she shook her head and tutted,
"Roy really kept you in the closet, didn't he?"
Julie shrugged and poked at a half-eaten square of ravioli. "I'd never
thought of it that way before."
"Well, think it over. It's good money and if you're coy about it, you
don't have to ball the guy. Just rub his back and slap some oil on.
Half of 'em fall asleep," she giggled, then picked up the check. "Come
on, let's go. You're not hungry and you're only eating to keep me from
feeling bad ... I've got an appointment.
"And walk home alone. Here, take this money and go have a glass of wine
somewhere ... just get out there and meet people," she encouraged,
stuffing a five dollar bill in her friend's clenched hand. "Go out
there and do it!" Ertha hissed in Julie's ear.
* * *
His name was Don Sanderson, and Julie had met him at the liquor store
where she had gone to pick up a bottle of wine to take home to help
while away the night before the movie of the evening came on. He'd said
he was buying champagne and orange juice to celebrate his new
apartment, and wouldn't she like to join him ...?
He wasn't too bad looking, in fact, he was very handsome with refined
features and short, kinky hair like her own. He'd made a joke of it,
and she'd like that.
Walking up the hills of North Beach's Telegraph Hill, Julie couldn't
help but muse that meeting men was going to be easier than she'd dared
hope. The wine she'd had for lunch was just the thing for her nerves,
just as Ertha had said. Now this walk, being escorted by a good looking
man like Don was lifting her spirits. She'd noticed that he'd stared at
her low-cut dress with admiration, and although it made her blush, she
was rather pleased.
On the way, Don had been discussing politics with her ... of all
things! Roy wouldn't even deign to discuss anything that heavy with
her, and she found it wonderful to have a man listening to her thoughts
and ideas. She had never realized she had so many!
He ushered her to his apartment building and pointed, needlessly, to
the breathtaking view of the Golden Gate bridge where a steam ship was
coming through the four o'clock fog now. Although his apartment was
literally without furniture, she felt comfortable sitting on the over-
sized pillows. The gentlemen that he was, he brought her a glass of
wine, and she learned that he was a waiter. Don told her about the
aging of wine, the difference between French wines and American wines
... things Roy's beer tastes would find hard put to compete with. He'd
traveled extensively, he told her, though that was as personal as he
let the conversation become. Instead, he talked of luxury and day
dreams. He flicked on the radio to a classical music station and
appreciated Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was just the right words,
toasting the conductor now and then with a glass of champagne.
The champagne bottle slowly lowered, and before she knew it, Don was
holding her hand. Well, there wasn't really anything wrong in that, she
told herself. She was having a better time than she'd had in ages. The
ethereal music seemed to vibrate deep inside her making her feel warm
and secure and beautiful. She only wished she hadn't drunk so much
wine; perhaps, then, her mind would run more fluidly and match Don's
witty refinement.
When the symphony had ended, Doll lay back on the floor, a broad smile
on his face. Julie tucked her knees tightly under her, hugging them to
her chest, watching Don's pet bird flutter its wing in its bamboo cage.
It, like everything else in the sparsely furnished apartment, had a
degree of quality to it, reassuring Julie that not all men were porno
freak weirdoes like Roy.
The clutch at her hand tightened, and he tried to pull down beside him
on the floor. It was a move graciously executed, but taken off-guard by
the bewildered Julie. Certainly this man couldn't be making advances
toward her after an hour's conversation. "I ... I'd like a glass of
water," she blurted out, suddenly pulling to her feet.
"Oh, let me get it for you ..."
"No, that's okay. I'll get it." Hastily, she rose to her feet, pulled
down her dress and strolled toward the kitchen, the cool floor warmed
in square golden patches by the late afternoon sun felt good on her
bare feet.
In the kitchen, she washed out her champagne glass and in turn filled
it with water, the rushing of the faucet hiding any other sound in the
apartment momentarily.
"Find what you wanted?" Don asked, standing close enough behind her for
Julie to smell his aftershave lotion. It pleased her. Don wrapped his
arms around her, pulling her close to his tall, thin body.
For a second, Julie was a little put off by his holding her so close.
After all, she hardly knew him. But then, it felt so nice to float
about in time to the soft operatic sounds wafting from the unfurnished
living room that she let herself fit against him snugly. God, it felt
good to be having fun and not be stuck in the house all the time, or at
one of those stupid, silly music parties where Roy always managed to
find the cocaine and the loosest women around. 'Don't think about
that," her inner voice told her. 'Don't think about Roy.' Don tightened
his hold on Julie until both his arms were around her waist, pulling
her body in toward his as their feet barely moved in time to the
classical music.
But other parts of him were moving. He was slowly undulating his hips
and thighs against her loins in time to the music and she was beginning
to feel every ridge and inch of him pressing tightly against her. His
penis expanded against the flatness of her belly, pushing as he rubbed
and rubbed himself slowly up against her.
Julie blushed and tried to pull to the side away from him, but it was
impossible. And although it was disturbing, she remained flattened up
against his rising member on one side, and the sink on the other, her
glass of water sloshing over the sides.
She felt like a teenager ... silly and giddy. There seemed no sense in
questioning the fact that she was alone in an apartment with a man she
hardly knew; after all, it was still afternoon.
"How's about another bottle of wine, Julie," he whispered in her ear,
kissing her on the neck in taunting nibbles. "I've got one very special
bottle I've been saving for the right moment," he melliflously urged.
"And this is the right moment, isn't it?"
"Ah, well ..." giggled Julie. "I guess the moment is what you make it
...
"Hey, my kind of girl. All right!"
She didn't see any harm in staying for another bottle. Ertha's
apartment was not far ... three, four blocks, maybe and she had a key.
She would share this bottle of wine-her gourmet curiosity demanded-and
then leave. She didn't want to go back and be alone again watching
television. Her tormented thoughts about Roy were gone for the first
time and as long as the day continued, she knew that she would be free
of sadness.
"As long as you don't get any wrong ideas," she added coyly as they
turned and Don opened the top cabinet and reached in for the bottle of
white burgundy that, true to his words, sported a sophisticated French
label. Don looked at her,
"Oh, no, of course not!" he said laughing. "What did you take me for,
the mad rapist of Telegraph Hill?"
Julie stood with her back to Don as she rinsed out the wine glass. In
etiquette befitting a waiter, Don opened the wine bottle, cloth over
arm, and poured her a glass for tasting. "How is it, my lady? Would the
lady care to keep the bottle?" he laughed, showing her the label. Julie
squinted at a 1963 label and smiled. Age had to mean something.
"Care to toast, gorgeous?" Don said, staring at Julie's plush, rounded
breasts.
Julie giggled.
"Okay ... to us!" She held up her glass and both of them toasted, then
Don took her glass from her and, casually setting it on the kitchen
table, he drew her close and ran his tongue over the nakedness of her
half-exposed breasts. Julie was not prepared for his forthright touch.
"Yum, yum, are you built, baby!" he said, leering into her face and
running his hand over her breasts. He had expected no resistance and
was totally surprised when she slapped him hard across the face.
Julie suddenly felt cold sober. She was not going to let another
misunderstanding take place like the one with Corby Lewis. She
shuddered, a shiver of repulsion starting at her toes and running
straight up her spine.
"Please!" she begged. "I like you and I had hoped we could see each
other again, but I don't like to be man-handled like that!"
Don stood there stunned, a hand against his stinging cheeks. He didn't
understand ... unless this woman was frigid or something ... maybe a
lez. Hell, maybe she was into a little 'S and M' just to make it a
little more exciting. Well, whichever it was, he'd gone through that
with his ex-old lady and that was the reason he'd moved out to this
bachelor apartment. He couldn't let a woman put him off like that
twice.
"Come on, get off your high horse, will you'?" he said, his eyebrows
furrowing. "Who do you think you are? It can happen to me once, but
twice is downright insulting!" Julie couldn't understand what he was
talking about ... maybe he was some kind of pervert! But she began to
scratch and pull at him, trying to get away.
Then he backed off, his head hanging. "I'm ... I lost my temper for a
moment. But, to tell you the truth, I've just gone through one heart
ache with a woman who turned up one night drunk with another woman and
I came home to rind them in my bed ... and damn it, since then ... I've
...
Julie knew he wasn't lying. "I'm sorry for you," she said, rubbing his
cheeks hoping the red mark went away before he looked at himself in the
mirror. He might really hate her then! Resides, he hadn't deserved that
kind of rebuke.
"What ... do you say we go into the living room and lie down. I feel
like lying down."
They did, only now Don took the foam rubber mattress that had doubled
as a sofa and lay it down on the floor. Seconds later he was taking off
his clothes.
Julie shivered, deathly afraid to insult the man again after she'd
slapped his face; next time he might not be so gentle.
"Lay down," he said simply, guiding her by the arm. Only one direction
to go, Julie did his bidding, daring not to budge, and her breath came
shallowly.
Don looked down at the prostrate figure. His cock had been aching all
day to open up those long luscious legs and get inside that little cunt
and in a few minutes it would do just that.
Julie knew intuitively what was going to happen. With a certainly that
allowed for no alterations, she knew that this man was going to make
love to her right then, on that foam rubber mattress. He would do gross
and ugly things to her, almost as if in punishment for what had not
happened with Corby Lewis. It was beyond her why Don hadn't slapped her
back. God knows, she hadn't led him on, but she had drunk quite of lot
of wine, she realized and then she had let aim hold her like that when
he was obviously aroused. But still, it didn't make any sense at all
... none of it made any sense, like why he'd want to make love to her
if he was in love with another. Or was he? What had he said about his
ex-girl friend? And why, after she'd slapped him, didn't he just hit
her back and call it quits? Men ... she'd never understand them.
She could hear him taking off his clothes, and still she found it hard
to understand what was really going on. He was moving now, coming
toward her.
She sucked in her breath as he undid the buttons on her dress, slowly
and deliberately and then began to pull it off her shoulders, down over
her hips and off her legs, leaving her naked but for her underthings.
All the while Julie remained unmoving. She could feel Don's eyes on her
breasts and she squirmed as she felt her flimsy nylon panties being
pulled down over the soft roundness of her buttocks and thighs. He was
surprisingly gentle about it and this terrified her even more as she
cringed tightly down into the mattress.
At first she refused to look at him. In front of this complete
stranger's eyes, she felt more ashamed than she had ever been, more
naked than she had ever thought possible. If she complied with his
wishes, she thought, it would all be over sooner. Her thoughts turned
to Roy, her boy friend ... what would he think if he knew what was
happening to her? And a voice, a woman's voice told her that he
wouldn't even care. That's what Ertha would say ... he wouldn't even
care!
Tears welled in her eyes, but her self-control held them there and she
realized that she probably had cried more in the last week than she had
cried throughout her whole life. She also felt a horrible queasiness in
her stomach from the wine she had drunk. If only she could faint and
not know anything about it.
Julie glanced up at Don who was raptly studying her nakedness. His nude
body loomed over her, and she could see his stiff prick sticking out of
the black fuzz of hair at his groin. It looked awful! The thought that
he was going to worm that lewd extension of his flesh down between her
legs and inside her ... the very thought! She shuddered and turned her
face away at the idea of being made love to by someone other than Roy.
"Please," she whimpered, then becoming afraid that he would become
violent, she fell silent, wishing she had said nothing. The whole thing
revolted her, and she felt she just couldn't go through with it, no
matter what happened to her, even if he beat her up!
But Don continued to fix his stare, and despite her brave thoughts,
Julie felt so vulnerable that she did not budge. Don almost drooled as
he looked down at her, enjoying a few moments of complete power over
her. His eyes swept along her long shapely legs, then rose to her milk-
white thighs that trembled softly, clamped tightly against each other,
as though they would prevent any intruder from tasting the joys of the
silken honey-patch between them. Julie's breasts were large melons of
flesh that jiggled on her rib cage with each tremulous breath she took.
"Man!" he said. "Even better than I thought!"
Julie closed her eyes tightly, waiting for his attack. She just wanted
to get it over with now. She couldn't stand the humiliation of being
looked at any longer, like she was a piece of meat hanging in a butcher
shop. But instead of the sweating palms she had expected, crushing into
her delicate skin, she felt something entirely different. Not wanting
to resort to insensitive groping, Don had begun to trace his fingers
lightly up the insides of Julie's legs, one hand on each leg, moving
slowly up and parting the legs as he went, until they were spread upon
the mattress and his thumbs were pressing into the soft pliant flesh.
A giant tremor of helpless indignity went through her at the light
insidious touch. It was worse than if he had just grabbed her, at least
that way it would be over fast!
Don smiled at the lewd position Julie was in. He decided to take his
time with this one, since he really wanted to stretch his pleasure out,
especially since it seemed to be such a chore for Julie!
"Please ... I ..." she muttered, unable to bear the strange sensation
of Don's hands softly titillating the looser flesh of her thighs.
"You'll be begging me for it before I'm through with you, Julie. Do you
like that? Do you like to beg?" Don asked deftly continuing his subtle
pressure until Julie thought she would go out of her mind.
She began to toss about on the mattress in a vain attempt to escape,
but Don would always bring her back to the position he wanted her in,
so that he could continue playing at the sensitive tendons of her
thighs, so terribly near the quivering mouth of her young, cringing
pussy.
When Don thought he had created the desired effect his hands moved on,
the fingers traveling on as though they had a life of their own,
invading the defenseless slit of Julie's pussy, toying in the narrow
area that contained such a wealth of tender sensual folds. He separated
the inner labia and began to flick at the small throbbing prick of her
clitoris until with a heart-rending moan, Julie felt a sudden rush of
lubricating fluids on her pussy, signaling the involuntary arousal and
opening of her tight, palpitating slit.
Julie's unwilling groan spurred him on to wilder manipulations of his
captive's straining cunt; and tantalizing as he went, he moved back and
forth, maintaining a steady tickling, grinning in a depraved manner as
he snatched the slow but sure change in her reactions.
The indignant cries of humiliation were becoming moans and mewls of
forced pleasure. The steady flicking at Julie's clitoris began to send
staccato jabs of lust throughout her body, and her formerly wild
thrashing became more subdued, tapering off to a slower kind of
unconscious undulation. The lascivious act to which she had become an
unwilling party brought tears of shame to her eyes. She felt that her
own body had begun to betray her and this last indignity was proof of
the fact. She was utterly helpless, a slave to her own lewd feelings
... feelings that were growing stronger with every second.
Don began to move his hands over Julie's stretched out body, making
small circles of fire around the twin peaks of her nipples, forcing
them into stiffness, and then returning to the lower depths where he
once more let his fingers dwell in the open slit of Julie's young,
exposed pussy.
Oh God! she thought. Why did this ever have to happen ... Why did I
have to come over to his place! Why did Roy have to make love to that
girl!
But she couldn't think about these questions very long, as she was
fighting a losing battle with her pride, and with what she had once
thought of as her loyalty.
Her blonde hair tickled the mattress as she tossed her head from side
to side, gritting her teeth tightly together in an attempt to quell the
obscene flame of passion that was overtaking her.
Faithless whore! She, Julie, was unloyal! But the voice of Ertha spoke
inside her again, saying, "So what? If he goes out to get, so can you!"
and with this thought the last barrier was broken and a flood of ever-
growing passion was released, sending helpless spasms rushing through
every inch of Julie's martyred flesh; prickly pins and needles rampaged
throughout her overwrought system, and she was squealing like a tiny
stuck pig.
"No! I shouldn't be doing this!" But she realized, even as she said it,
that she was completely out of control now and there was nothing more
to do but give in to it completely.
"Ohhhhh ... God!" she screamed waggling her voluptuous body shamelessly
and clawing the air, searching for something to grab on to.
Don knew the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
"Hot damn!" he said under his breath, and then out loud, "Do you want
to be fucked?" He grinned confidently.
"Nooooo!" Julie cried, but Don increased the pressure on her burning
pussy, now shoving three fingers high up into the smoldering sheath of
her vagina, causing a deliciously piercing pleasure that shattered the
last bit of reserve that lurked in the confines of Julie's hopelessly
aroused cunt.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me please, please!" she screamed, thrusting her
hips up to meet the scrounging fingers that rammed into her open flesh.
The words echoed dimly in her mind, obscene words that she seemed to
have uttered before in a dream.
"Oh, God, Don, fuck me, fuck me!" she yelled.
Don enjoyed watching this timid girl who had slapped him. Man, no woman
had done that for a while; at least she had spunk. He grinned as her
aroused body went through wild, frenzied contortions, straining up in
the agony of her frustration as she sought complete and total
satisfaction from him.
"Hey, this is okay," he said, mostly to himself, readying his big
throbbing cock with one hand and aiming it directly at the streaming
young cunt that squirmed hotly down between the thighs before him. It
was going to feel mighty good spearing that hot little cunt of hers
with his big hard prick, spearing it and then shooting big loads of
sperm deep into her soft, smooth belly!
* * *
Somewhere in the foggy distance a fog horn blew, and Julie raised her
head off the mattress feeling a cold chill waft over her naked body.
Don let out a long sigh and, slithering down on the mattress, he let
his rough tongue follow the soft contours of Julie's panting body. It
caressed the hillocks and valleys of her tummy, paving pathways to the
intersection of her thighs, paying final homage to the pulsating bud of
her clitoris. The satiated blonde felt goosebumps rise on her flesh.
Ecstasy, pure ecstasy.
Maybe this was a man she could love, her love-starved mind said. For
despite the fact that she had known this man for only a few hours, she
had reached heights of ego-fulfillment that Roy had long denied her of.
So, when he raised his head and smiled into her blue eyes, it was in
expectation of better things to come. But Don, in the after moments of
orgasm, had given some cool thinking to the situation. Sure, Julie was
a darned nice chick ... one of the more personable he'd met in North
Beach ... but Dora still hung in his mind. It wouldn't hurt to ask. Who
could tell these days, just by looking, what anyone's sexual
preferences were. The question wasn't meant to shock; in fact, it was
considered a compliment, for Dora's tastes were not easily compromised.
"Julie?" Don gave a navel a bathing swirl with his teasing tongue.
"Julie, honey, that was wonderful." He kissed her appendix's scar. "You
a swinger?"
"Huh?" She raised her head, a bewildered look in her eye making his
eyebrows raise.
"You know a swinger. You dig women? It might be nice if you and I and
Dora could get together some time ... you know, a little dope, some
good cognac, maybe some cocaine ...
"What?" The incredulous blonde was on her buttocks now, sitting up
straight. She wiped a smear of mascara that shadowed her lower eye lid.
Maybe she hadn't beard right. "Maybe I'm really naive, but I don't know
..." Then it hit like a brick in face. "You mean? ... No, now wait a
minute. You think I'm going to make it with another woman and you at
the same time?"
"Hey, come on. Don't be so ignorant. Man, this is California ...
twentieth century and all that. Bisexuality is where it's at, Julie."
"Bullshit!" she screamed, reaching for her clothes.
Chapter 6
Just as expected, Roy was not at home and when Julie got inside of the
apartment and discovered that many of his clothes were missing, she
realized he must be staying in his studio over on Mission Street. It
was sad being in that apartment alone where many of the plants were
wilting from lack of water; the rooms were stuffy and close as if no
one had lived there for a week.
Julie shuddered as she sank into the familiar over-stuffed chair,
recalling how she had given into Don's attack, sighing shamefully but
blissfully when he had finally made her spread her legs even wider, and
had shoved his hard rubbery cock full into the fleshy lips of her
tortured cunt. She had groaned in pain, but the pain was nothing
compared to the incredible need she had felt to have his entire cock
completely filling her sensitive pussy to the brim.
She remembered crying out loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs
when his lewd cock plunged into her, again and again, hurting until it
felt so good she thought she would pass out from pleasure. Nothing she
had ever felt with Roy could even approach what she had gone through
that day and the knowledge of this disturbed her greatly.
This afternoon had been beautiful ... up to a point. Slumped in the
chair, her mind teemed with thoughts she could only face in the privacy
of familiar surroundings.
Oh, life was so complicated. How could you tell what people were really
like? Bisexual ... hummph! How could he have even asked her if she
would make love to another woman? And worse still, it was probably his
old girl friend he wanted her to make lesbian love to. How could
anybody ask that of her? And, too, how could she have felt such
pleasure with someone she didn't even love? It was against human
nature, against all emotional standard she'd set for herself.
In all truthfulness, when Don's thick cock had sunk deep into her
belly, she had hoped that she would die that very moment with the
fabulous sensation of ecstasy still swirling madly within her aching
loins. And the strangest thing of all was that she began to cum
immediately! The orgasm built on its own without help from her! Instead
of fighting for it, praying for it, the way she did with Roy, it had
come of its own accord, with no effort other than the one smooth stroke
into her fiery cunt!
Why did he have to ruin it? Julie sobbed in the chair as she recalled
how it had been. "Oh, I'm lost!" she murmured.
From that humiliating moment on, she had been nothing but a tool for
Don's lust, cumming again and again as the passivity of her position
brought out a kind of masochistic pleasure in her, turning degradation
into a fervent desire.
She would never be the same again ... never! She had let him do
whatever he wanted with her and, instead of defending her honor after
his lewd suggestion that she make love to he and Dora, she had
passively slipped on her clothes. Had she been the woman she should
have been, she would have slapped his face again. To even think that he
would expect that of her ...
Julie pulled the afghan from off the back of the chair and spread it
over her lap. The fog was heavy now at seven o'clock and the open
living room window made the cold draft unbearable, but she refused to
close it, choosing instead to ignore it, not feel it ... just as she
was doing with her emotions. She wanted to shrivel up and disappear
right then and there.
If only she hadn't caught Roy with that, that girl, then none of this
would have happened. Perhaps she had responded too quickly by moving
out on him and giving him no chance at explanation. It could be a stage
he was going through, another 'bender' as he called it. Individuals
were allowed that freedom, weren't they? Was it her place to cast
judgment on him and leave? Oh, there were too many things to think
about ... to many angles to the truth for one lonely woman to decipher.
Later, she thought of packing up her clothes, the memorabilia of two
years with Roy, and the household things, but decided against it. Lack
of strength some might call it, or even character, but to Julie it was
a subtle means of delaying the pain of final separation. That, she
knew, would take more mental stamina than she could muster at that
confused moment.
* * *
In the next few days Julie lapsed into another wave of depression that
frightened Ertha to the core. Twice Roy had called and twice Ertha had
refused to relay the message, telling him that Julie had gone to
Bolinas to stay with friends for the week. From her perspective, she
was doing Julie a favor. Roy had cheated on her best friend once too
many times.
On the third day of watching her best friend refuse meals and fill her
gullet with glass after glass of wine, she decided to put her foot down
and make some changes. The ethereal shawl of depression was beginning
to affect Ertha, too, and in her line of business where conviviality
was a number one asset, she couldn't afford the dark moods. Then, too,
privacy ran second in her 'cottage' business and no man would feel
comfortable in the back room, no matter how much incense Ertha burned,
if they were greeted by the moping face of Julie laying on the living
room sofa like some kind of helpless emotional invalid.
Time for changes. Ertha phoned Joshua and told him the story,
emphasizing Julie's sophistication and potential beneficence to the
business. And, if plans worked out, Ertha would soon have more
customers than she could handle. Men were flocking to her door
demanding, with money, some of the sultry woman's talents to help
uplift their spirits and iron out the kinks in their backs. And Ertha,
in her subtle manner, helped put them at ease with the talents of her
finger tips. Occasionally one would become too aggressive, demanding
sex with her, but all it took was a little coaxing to convince the man
that his hand would bring the same results as her vagina. With the
handsome ones it was different, for Ertha enjoyed sex and made no
excuses for it. But above all, she was a business woman who was
dedicated to the ideal that women need not prostitute themselves to the
streets or an office job to create a generous living. No, Ertha could
do it all at home ... and Julie could, too, if put on the right track.
Joshua conceded to start Julie out with lessons, though Ertha didn't
explain it to Julie that way. They were sitting at the kitchen table
when Ertha brought up the subject.
"Remember Joshua?"
Julie took another sip of her coffee. "Yes, I think so ..."
"What did you think of him?"
"Okay."
"He wants to take you out. Would you go?"
"Uh."
"Don't be so enthusiastic!" tutted Ertha lightheartedly.
Julie chewed on her lower lip. "In the end they all want the same thing
anyway. Doesn't matter what he looks like."
Ertha's chocolate eyes rolled to the side and she spoke to an imaginary
character across the table from her: "Would you listen to her?" she
pointed at Julie, then laughed. "Hey, come on, Joshua's a nice guy. I
think you'd benefit from going out with him." She stared enduringly at
her friend. "Why not?"
Why not? The words resounded in Julie's head. She remembered Don and
what had happened with him, and as her mind recoiled from the
recollection, her body recalled in vivid detail and she felt a surging
thrill race through her body.
"I guess if he's a nice guy," she stammered.
"Oh yes ... whatever you didn't like about that Don fellow, I think
you'll find this guy is quite different." Ertha waited for a response.
Ever since that afternoon four days ago, Julie hadn't been the same.
Sex, she guessed had been the cause and, if her ears were not deceiving
her, she was certain she'd heard the familiar mewls and cries of
masturbation last night. Either that or Julie was making love to a
phantom ghost out there in the living room.
"Tell him I'll go ..." Julie said, reaching for the wine bottle.
* * *
Roy picked through his clothes in his closet. Half of them were dirty
and the other half didn't fit now that he'd lost fifteen pounds, shed
from hard work, anguish, and late night drinking that left him hung
over and appetiteless the next day.
The movie was just about finished. Another week's work and he could
make copies of the film and, hopefully, have it sold by the following
month.
Maybe then his life would straighten out. With Julie gone time seemed
endless, but he'd fought the depression with work and booze, a
combination that kept him out of trouble. If his daydreams became
realities, he'd make a pocket full of money. Shit, he might take Julie
to Acapulco and stay in one of those fancy hotels with your own
swimming pool where they float roses and orchids in the pool water and
serve you iced drinks for nickels.
Until then, he'd maintain as best he could with the lesson in mind that
getting laid was not the same thing as getting loved. And love--God how
he needed it--was on his mind!
* * *
Julie gathered the stamina to take a shower, wash her hair and put on
fresh makeup. Her constant presence around the apartment was becoming a
point of contention with Ertha, she knew, though Ertha was too kind to
say so. But then, if Julie had as many male visitors as Ertha, she'd
feel uncomfortable with another woman around, too.
Now, driving toward the beach, she felt an unexpected and undeserved
calmness, a self assurance that all would work out in the end. All she
need do is cope and hope, she realized, speeding through the yellow
light, and time would take care of all.
When she returned at four-thirty, Ertha was waiting for her with the
message that Joshua would like to come over and visit with Julie.
Though she didn't tell Julie, it was to be her first experience with
what would lead to a profession ... of sorts.
"He'll be here at seven ..." announced Ertha, whose voice carried from
the other end of the apartment where she was remaking the room she
playfully referred to as her 'office.' It was a small room draped in
arabesque style with tie-died fabric of deep reds and purples, tented
at the top to shade the foam rubber mattresses that filled every inch
of the floor space. Hookas and other oriental water pipes were
strategically placed at an arm's length. The heady scent of sweet
incense filled the air and, on the window ledge rows of earthy-smelling
oils decorated the wall-everything from 'coconut' to 'rose,' 'rain
water' to 'spring earth.' It was a twentieth century harem, if ever
there was one.
Julie came to the door and watched as Ertha pulled a burned stick of
incense from its holder. "Seven, you said?"
"That's right, baby. Oh, and doll yourself up. Joshua likes that. I've
gone out with him a couple of times and he's really sweet."
Julie will be climbing the walls tonight, Ertha thought to herself. She
had told Joshua the whole story about Julie, about it being her first
such experience at nude massage. She wouldn't have trusted just any man
with her best friend, but Joshua was the emotionally receptive type who
could figure out a woman in two seconds flat. He'd know right away if
Julie was strong enough to make it in this business and she trusted his
judgment. Who could tell? Maybe Joshua would make as much money for
Julie as he had for her, for Joshua was a man of the streets, besides
being well-spoken and polite. That's what separated a pimp from an
entrepreneur, and Joshua was definitely an entrepreneur with libertine
tastes and a hedonistic view of life. That, Ertha, surmised, made him
just about perfect ... In fact, if they hadn't restricted their
relationship to a business one, she might have fallen in love with
Joshua ...
"I'll just pour myself another glass of wine before he comes," Julie
said, tipping the bottle of California burgundy so that her glass was
filled to the brim. She was happy that she had found the magic potion
that would settle her nerves. She had never been much of a drinker
before, but now there didn't seem to be any harm in it, and she was
using it for medicinal purposes. Ertha had gone out even though Julie
had tried to convince her to stay at least until Joshua arrived.
"Now you just relax ... you look simply wonderful!" she had called to
her as she went out the door.
Julie looked in the living room mirror one more time. The knit jumpsuit
Ertha had insisted she wear left little up to the imagination, but it
made her feel nice and slim.
Ertha acted just like a mother hen with her, sometimes, she realized
... but she knew that Ertha was only doing it for her own good. She
wants me to be happy again ... she thought to herself, downing the
remains of her glass.
The bell rang melodiously and Julie stumbled to the door. She wasn't
drunk, but she was very high. Opening the door, she was surprised to
see Joshua dressed in a pair of tight, fashionable Levies with
suspenders, a European style shirt, collarless, with rolled up sleeves
underneath. He looked young and energetic and she realized what a
terrible state she must have been in that first night she'd met him. He
hadn't looked half as carefree and handsome then.
"Joshua?" she asked, focusing her eyes more clearly.
"Yes, ma'm. That's me ... Ertha said you were beautiful, but I didn't
realize what a foxy chick you really are."
Joshua walked in and Julie breathlessly closed the door behind him. She
couldn't think of anything to say. Fortunately, Joshua made it easy for
her, beginning the conversation on his own accord.
"I'm glad you agreed to have a date with me tonight," he said
confidently.
Julie blushed, teetering slightly over her high platform shoes.
"Come in and have a seat won't you?" she said, starting into the living
room.
Joshua followed her down the short hallway, watching the gentle sway of
her full, rounded buttocks as she walked.
Julie felt confused and embarrassed suddenly. Somehow everything was
very difficult. Joshua's piercing eyes were looking at her with rapt
attention as though making silent judgment on her. He was hanging on
every word she said and yet she had said almost nothing so far. She
felt a great tension between them, something that she thought she ought
to fight against. A strange magnetic current was drawing her to this
man.
"Drink?" she asked, heading for the kitchen.
"I don't drink. Why don't we smoke one of these reefers instead?" He
reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a slender cigarette box
made of hand-tooled leather. "Good stuff. You look like a swinging
chick, bet you really get off on weed." He shot a prize-winning smile
at her that made Julie's heart lift.
"Well ... once in a while."
"I'd really like to enjoy this with you, Julie," he said softly,
pulling the hand-rolled cigarette out of the case before stuffing it
back into his pocket. Julie made a mental note of the freckle in the
cleft of his chin as he smiled back at her with eyes that wouldn't stop
shining.
"What delicate bones you have, Julie," he said when they were on the
sofa passing the joint back and forth. "You know I bet you really
missed your calling. You'd make a great model with that hair of yours
... and those eyes ... I'll smoke to that ..."
He passed the joint to her. "I'd really like to experience you, Julie.
Lie naked with you and just hold you. We wouldn't even have to make
love ... just be together ..."
Julie's head spun 360 degrees! What had he said? Experience her?
Cuddle? No demands? What a gentleman!
A shiver ran through her when Joshua touched the nape of her neck with
his warm hand. The fact that he was not after sex, and only sex,
created a shiver of excitement for which she was not prepared. As she
moved over closer to him, she noticed that Joshua had manicured nails.
She wondered about that.
When he leaned over to kiss her, she found she did not resist, but
somehow welcomed his attention. She had hardly spoken to him and what
he had said to her was fairly insignificant and yet it seemed she had
known Joshua all her life. Her sex-starved body responded to him
immediately and when he gently held her in his arms, she felt limp and
submissive, sensing that no matter what happened, he would not harm
her. He kissed her on the forehead first, then whispered in her ear.
"Come with me." He took her hand and guided her back to Ertha's office
and closed the door.
For a silent moment Julie was transfixed with ambivalence. As much as
she enjoyed Joshua's company, something told her that it wasn't proper
for a first date; she'd learned her lesson with Don. "Joshua ... I
really like you, but I don't think ..."
She was silenced by a masculine finger caressing her lip. "It's okay,
Julie. We don't have to make love. We'll just hold each other. You need
it, I need it, so why don't we do it together?"
Julie couldn't refute that, and when he unhooked his suspenders and his
Levies, too, she was at a loss for words. When he was naked, he started
taking off her clothes, awed by her perfect body and telling her so.
Gently, he eased her down to the foam rubber floor and urged her to lie
on her stomach, never once insinuating sexual intentions. Straddling
her back, he instructed her to close her eyes and try to relax, to
think of the most pleasant experience she could bring to mind. Julie
thought about the surprise birthday party her mother had given for her
sixth birthday. The marijuana helped activate her imagination, and
Joshua's hands did the rest as he started at the nape of her neck and
worked the heels of his masculine hands into the sore, tension-taut
muscles of her neck.
Julie let out a long sigh of relief, all but purring into the richly
scented mattress. It suddenly occurred to Julie that Ertha had changed
the linens that day, and she secretly wondered if her best friend had
this moment in mind. But she quickly dismissed the thought as cool
dribbles splashed over her back and the heady scent of Pachouilly oil
made her nostrils flare. Then strong hand making semi-circles of
pressure erased all thoughts of the present.
"That's it, Julie, relax ... just go with it ... yeah ..."
Julie was in ecstasy. Never had she felt so calm and peaceful ...
certainly not since she and Roy ... no, she wasn't going to let herself
think about that now.
"How is it, Babe? Feel good?" Joshua smiled down at her naked back,
silently assessing the perfection of her skin, the muscular contours of
her back, and everything else perfect about her. Yes, she would make a
masseuse, all right.
Julie let out a long sigh. "That's fantastic!"
"Okay, do me." Joshua collapsed on his stomach. "Just use your
imagination," he instructed as they changed positions. "Start at my
toes and work your way up. Use the heels of your hands and don't be
afraid to get rough. Ahhh, that's it," he crooned feeling Julie's
fingers dig into his body. "Oh God, baby, you're a natural ..."
"Want some oil?" Julie was getting into the spirit now. Touching flesh
was a wonderful feeling, she realized, especially the flesh of someone
like Joshua. Straddling his back, she studied the strong, rippling
muscles of his tanned back, smiling at the flock of freckles on his
left shoulder. Up on her knees now, she worked on his shoulders, her
clitoral bud flicking teasingly against the unblemished skin of his
back.
A tempting urge washed through her as she remembered those nights in
bed with Roy when they would spend all night in the sixty-nine
position, licking and sucking each other to exploding climaxes.
Julie sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't think that
way, she promised herself. That's how she had gotten into trouble with
Don and that, she vowed to the Gods above, would never happen again.
"Aaah, Baby, you've got the hands of an angel ... Come here," he urged,
turning over on his back and motioning with a flirtatious crook of his
finger for her to join him.
With little urging, Julie lay down next to him, feeling confident about
herself and trustful of Joshua. He started by kissing her eyes, her
forehead, her cheeks. Then he kissed her steadily and passionately for
a long while, stopping only every now and then to catch his breath and
then his tongue would be back in her mouth, reaching for the back of
Julie's throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a
giant penis, her mouth a yearning cunt. At first he restricted his
advances to the long sensual kiss, but then meeting no resistance there
he began to explore her body slowly, carefully, approaching her
breasts, then running his tongue down between them deep into the slit
that was cushioned by the swelling globes of flesh. Julie melted
beneath his touch, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching out
toward him, in a desperate need for companionship. She had never before
believed in love at first sight, being the cautious type, but whatever
it was she was feeling had to be close to it ... either that or magic.
"I want to be close to you, Julie. I want to do more than cuddle with
you. I want to taste you ..." The words pierced Julie like an arrow.
Sure and true, they found their mark, releasing her completely from.
any pretense of protest.
In one swift motion, Joshua turned on the bed, placing himself over her
naked young body in reverse with his thickly hardened cock over her
face, his legs spread on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said passionately, "Suck on it
... use your tongue! You can use your teeth to nip a little ...
carefully ... very carefully, baby."
Without protest, Julie reached up to him, taking the long, thick cock
in her hands, sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red
head of his cock and took it gingerly into her suddenly watering mouth,
aware of the pungent man-taste of him. Inwardly she was still appalled
with the realization of what she was doing so willingly.
Slowly, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant pulsing
cock-head filling her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around,
trying finally to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in
the tip of the glans.
Joshua leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position, and with a
groan, buried his lips into her rapidly moistening cunt. His tongue
lashed out and probed wetly at her hair-lined cuntal opening, then
moved up to her peaked little clitoris to lick her to a higher pounding
excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the commands
of her reasoning mind, the young woman's wide-splayed cunt reacted, and
she began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her glistening
pussy slit on fire, begging for more of that hotly sensuous tongue!
Oh, I don't know how I can lie here and do this with a man I barely
know. But the thought of her total surrender sent chills running along
the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Joshua's cock soft
in her mouth. I can't seem to help myself I want it ... bad!
Julie was confused by the delicious sensations in her own warming cunt,
the generated heat in her forcing her naked body to jerk upward, to the
insistent mouth of her partner. She moaned out her helpless need for
him.
"Oh, Joshua ... Joshua ... I want it ...! I want you to ... to do it to
me now ...!" she gasped, out of breath.
Joshua felt her hands clutching at his head, her finger entwining
lightly in his curly hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face
forcefully into the hotly quivering pink slit of her cunt! He sensed
the movements of her head flailing back and forth, visualizing its dark
beauty as he speared up into the warmly velvety depths of her gradually
dilating cunt. She ground her young hips uncontrollably into the
softness of the mattress, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-
like mewlings bubbling out of her lust-constricted throat. Then, she
raised her spread-open genitals up to him, pressing his face into the
sparse blonde-fringed slit, the hot cuntal walls opening and closing in
a sucking action around his deep thrusting tongue in an unbelievably
knowing manner.
Abruptly, Joshua withdrew his probing tongue to lick up through the
moist-parted cuntal slit, circling her eagerly trembling clitoris. Then
encompassing it with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds
deep into the hotly hungering shelter of his mouth, his tongue
continued its mind-shattering licking against the straining nerve bud
of her womanhood.
Julie gasped. "Oohhh ... lick it ... suck it ... do anything you want
to it ... just don't stop!"
Joshua's brain whirled deliriously. He raised and twisted his head to
fix upon her beautiful, ecstatically contorted face. Her head still
tossed slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tightly
into his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to
her elastic cuntal opening. His hands moved over the silken softness of
her belly to the erect rounded firmness of her cone-shaped breasts,
cupping harshly their firm resiliency, his fingers tweaking and pulling
furiously at their hardened tiny nipples, treating them almost cruelly
in his strong building desire.
Then, Julie felt him move back down over her, finally lifting her legs
and forcing them back until her knees touched her tingling breasts, his
hands pressed behind them raising her nakedly wide-spread loins to his
wild tongue and sucking mouth. It was then that she felt the hot liquid
contact of his tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving
and probing at the sensitively raised opening, sending maddening
sensations of rapture spiraling through her impassioned young body.
"Ohhh, yes ... yesss!" she cried out. "Oh, Joshua, let me have your
penis in my mouth again ... I want to taste it."
His hot mouth never losing contact with the throbbing split up between
her thighs, Joshua lowered his body, permitting Julie to greedily curl
her fingers around the swollen rod of flesh jutting down between his
legs. Holding to its wide base skillfully with thumb and forefinger she
pulled back the thick foreskin, then sucked as much as she could take
of it into her anxiously salivating mouth.
In her uninhibited excitement, she sucked it so deeply into the hot
saliva-filled cavern that it nearly choked her. Twisting her head
enough to catch her breath, she began feverishly running her tongue up
and down its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral
caresses and tasting the pungently masculine tang of the seeping fluid
oozing from the slit at its tip. She cupped his heavy balls
possessively in the warmly sheltering palms of her soft hands as lust
blanketed her excited brain. He moved up and down ... in and out of her
mouth in cadence to his lashing tongue spearing into her moistly
tingling cunt below. She sucked with fury at the hardened cock embedded
almost to her tonsils, while Joshua labored with lewd sucking sounds at
her naked young pussy, his hands beneath clutching the rounded cheeks
of her buttocks, his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her wildly
quivering cunt.
She groaned again as Joshua's teeth trapped the burgeoning tip of her
clitoris and began to titillate the sensitive little bud with his
tongue, dabbing at it unmercifully, sending it soaring into insane
turgidity. Oh God, she moaned silently, why had she waited so long for
this? It was heavenly, it was divine ... and she was one inch away from
being in love with this man.
"Mmmmmmm ..." she couldn't resist moaning as her whole body began to
vibrate from the delicious licking of Joshua's tongue, working
furiously up into the gratefully receiving opening.
Her tongue reached out and carefully slashed the hard rubbery cock,
licking away the moisture as she washed the thick shaft with her
saliva. An obscene hunger coursed through Julie as she relished the
thrilling piquancy of Joshua's cock, and warming to her task, she
opened her mouth and gratefully accepted his hard pole of male flesh
inside her warm cavity. A shudder flooded through her, and her eyes
closed blissfully. The young woman's tongue swept and lashed around the
lustfully growing cock in her mouth as she swallowed the driving
thickness almost to the hilt, feeling the hard spongy head tipping
against her larynx, before pulling it out until only the 'hard bulbous
cock head remained. Then she trapped it there, her lips tightening
firmly around the shaft like a circular vise, and played her tongue in
and out of the little opening at the head. It was wonderful, sucking a
man's cock, while he was licking your cunt, her mind proclaimed, and
the mental picture she conjured up of herself and Joshua sent a shiver
of forbidden excitement rippling through her. She thought of how she
must look, her face hollowing and filling around Joshua's virile cock,
her long slim thighs splayed open to admit his feverishly digging
tongue up into her secret recesses!
Her own abandoned body was awash with pleasurable feelings as she felt
the lewd vibrations of Joshua's frantic licking below ricochet through
her and express themselves in the frenetic sucking she was giving his
big thrusting cock.
Joshua's tongue-fucking below was driving her crazy! His tongue was a
being of its own, diving incessantly into her wildly alive cunt, and
then slipping out again to dip along the wickedly tingling orifice of
her anus. His illicit stimulation at her tightly puckering anal ring
sent fresh shivers tippling through her, and every nerve ending in her
body was taut with frantic anticipation. Julie knew that she would
reach release soon from the unearthly and heavenly feelings she was
experiencing, and it seemed to her that she would go stark mad if
release didn't come soon!
Her whole body felt rigid and tensed, then suddenly she was there! Her
trembling nakedness arched upward, stiffened, then into mind-blowing
spasms of rapture. Flames of fire seemed to leap up through her body
from the giant furnace raging in her cunt, and every nerve in her body
was red hot, seared with the chaotic brimstone of her cunt.
"Ohhh ... Goddd! I'm cummmmminnnggg! ... Aahahahahah!" she screamed.
Joshua, too, was on the verge of climax, and his wildly incoherent
groans exploded up into her readily twitching pussy as he suddenly
began to thrust his long thick cock with ferocious strength into her
mouth. His wildly jerking cock rammed far, far back into her throat,
making her almost gag, before beginning to ejaculate the white hot lava
of sperm. It cascaded into her mouth in a gushing liquid froth, and
Julie eagerly gulped the life-giving nectar down, her throat
contracting feverishly anxious not to lose a precious drop of it!
Joshua emptied each gush of his churning cum into Julie's greedily
swallowing mouth, feeling his entire body vibrating from the force of
his ejaculation, as he continued to swipe her writhing cunt with his
tongue, exulting in the fantastic response he had invoked in her.
Orgasm after orgasm seemed to wash over her, and her moans of pleasure
muffled around his spewing cock, and still she was cumming, her lushly
ripened body shaking like a rag doll, her thighs holding tight like
iron clamps against his face. His mouth was drenched from the heavy
mist of her orgasmic juices, and his tongue felt sore from the forceful
jerks of her milking cunt. Finally, her naked young body stilled at the
same time as he emptied the last dregs of cum from his balls and she
began to release her demonic thigh-hold on his aching face. Still dazed
from the overwhelming intensity of his release, his cock still semi-
erect and trapped between Julie's lips, Joshua opened his dazed eyes.
She was fantastic! Man, even better than Ertha, and that was the
highest praise he could give any woman. And better still, she could be
good for business, especially now that he'd worked out his deal with
Pedro to up the clientele in exchange for protection against the
organized crime that was slowly seeping over the Broadway strip of San
Francisco's famed massage parlors and topless bars. Now if the two
women--Julie and Ertha--could keep it straight between them, they would
all be in the bucks soon. He only hoped that
Julie wasn't going to fall for his 'sweet guy act;' she seemed the
submissive sort, the kind who is looking for attachment.
Next to him, Julie lay in silent passion that she never knew could
exist.
Chapter 7
Roy Henderson slammed the doctor's office door behind him and hissed a
list of obscenities. Shit! VD! Now who in hell would have given him
that? Samantha, probably ... or was it Susan? Hell, how could he keep
them straight. VD and he hadn't even got off on sex with those bitches.
Just a couple of sleazy bisexuals who were looking for a quick lay.
But what did that make him? Damn, he wasn't any better, was he? He
pressed the elevator button and waited for the red light to flash. Life
was getting to be too complicated.
A wave of loneliness swept over him. What he wouldn't give to go home
and find his sweet little Julie in bed waiting for him. Now that was
love; that was real love, something those cheap sluts Samantha and
Susan knew nothing about. Sex ... that's all they could think about.
Whew!
And that Ertha was no better, either. Who on earth Julie could call
that witch a friend, he couldn't understand. Man, she'd built up a
barricade twelve feet thick around Julie. No matter how many times he
called Ertha's apartment, the response was always the same. 'Sorry,
Julie's not here.'
But there had to be some way of getting hold of Julie, even if it meant
breaking into that apartment and abducting her. Just to hold her in his
arms, kiss her rosy cheeks and whisper sweet things in her ears ...
The elevator door opened and he stepped in, his infected groin aching
with every cursed step.
* * *
"You what?" Ertha sat straight up in bed. "Horny for, or even attracted
to, but in love?"
Julie was sitting at the foot of her bed, and she'd just come back from
another afternoon with Joshua. This thing of Julie's about Joshua was
getting to be too much. Joshua was seeing her almost every day. But
Ertha was worried. Julie had been running around with her head up in
the clouds for two weeks now and she was obviously so intrigued with
Joshua that nothing else interested her. Roy had phoned almost every
day and somehow she'd managed to keep those heated conversations free
of Julie's ears. All Ertha heard around the place with was Joshua this
and Joshua that. She knew Joshua was one good lay, but she hadn't
thought he was that good, for heaven's sake! Ertha wondered what would
happen when Joshua showed his true colors to Julie, let her see what a
fly-by-night lover he was ... and what his true interest in her was.
She knew Joshua couldn't keep his secret forever.
She wished that Julie would take her advice and not restrict herself to
just one male ... but it was impossible to talk to her about anything
these days. Ertha decided, after this conversation now with Julie, to
let the whole thing run its course without interfering. It would all
come out in the wash soon enough, she thought, taking another sip of
heir drink while she turned on the hair dryer again.
When Julie dismissed herself and the sound of the shower spray emanated
through the adjoining wall, Ertha picked up her pink telephone and
dialed Joshua's number. "Damnit, Joshua, quit fucking around and start
setting up some tricks for Julie, would you? Man, don't play with her
head that way, she's a sweet chick and she doesn't deserve this charade
you've been playing with her."
Joshua listened, knowing Ertha was right. He hadn't been fair with
Julie, misleading her as he had. "Okay, okay. Just give me one more
night and I'll set the kid straight. Then we'll all be in business,
again."
* * *
Julie sat waiting for Joshua's call. He usually called between five and
six o'clock and since it was seven o'clock, she was sure he'd call any
minute.
As the hours passed and still he had not called, she began to grow more
and more nervous. He had not seemed terribly enthusiastic the last time
they met and when she asked him if he loved her, he seemed surprised
and answered very vaguely. Although she had accustomed herself to his
secrecy, there was a mysterious occurrence that happened every time he
set eyes on Ertha--almost as if they were exchanging thoughts whose
subject was she, Julie.
"Love? Why I really hadn't thought about it! Have you?" had been
Joshua's answer.
They had been in Ertha's 'office,' as they most often were during their
progressively wilder sex scene and Julie had lain back on the silken
pillow, turning her face so that he would not see her hurt. But
afterward, he had taken her so passionately with such obvious relish
and appetite, that she had been sure he was communicating his love in
that manner, rather than saying it with words. For, like Ertha, Joshua
was the type of person whose actions counted, not his words. It never
occurred to her that Joshua was interested in her for any other reason
than to adore her. Business and massage for money was the last thing
she had in mind; though, had she paid more heed to those secret glances
exchanged between her two best friends, she would have seen the true
reason for his affection.
Ertha came out of her bedroom, dressed to the teeth in her new calf-
length skirt and tight jersey. Now that Joshua and Julie were taking up
the evening hours in her romper room, she had been forced to use a less
appealing 'office' set up in the back of one of the Broadway topless
bars that Joshua managed on the side.
Ertha was beginning to feel sorry for Julie, since she knew that Joshua
would make his last call tonight. Joshua wanted no involvement, she
knew. Ertha felt a twinge of remorse about the situation she had gotten
Julie into. She had picked her out thinking Julie was just the type of
girl Joshua could use in his business, but it wasn't turning out that
way at all ... not at all! She watched as Julie downed another glass of
wine which she had put in a water glass so she wouldn't have to refill
it so many times.
The wine had helped ease the pain Julie felt to some extent, but there
was a dull thudding in her head, replacing the mounting hysteria inside
her. The prospect of the end of another love before it had begun was
too cruel to contemplate. She began to think of Roy and how she'd love
to be with him now... how good it would be to have a true friend who
knew her well and would listen to her.
For a second she thought of phoning him, but the fear of hearing a
feminine giggle in the back ground kept her from doing so. Time would
bury the love for Roy ...
She had about given up hope when Joshua called, but his request left
her startled and confused. The wine hadn't helped keep her head clear,
either.
"Julie, honey. I won't be able to make it tonight. But, listen. How
about making some extra cash? I've got a couple of buddies who don't
dig those massage parlor trips but who really get off on a good
backrub. How's about doin' it for 'em, huh, baby?"
When Joshua used that tone of voice, he could ask her to jump off the
Golden Gate Bridge and she'd comply. "Well ... I ..."
"Ah, come on, Baby. You can do it. Shit, Ertha's been making her bucks
that way for a long time, and she certainly hasn't suffered from it.
Come on, do it for Josh, huh?"
"Oh, all right," she heard herself say." "I guess ...
Corby Lewis paid Joshua fifty dollars in cold, heartless cash and
jumped in the taxi. Man, tonight he was going to get himself a fine
piece of ass ... clean hunk, too ... none of this cheapo, kinky
Broadway meat. If Josh wasn't lying--and he seldom did to his clients--
the woman had to be tops. He only hoped she wouldn't fight too much
when he socked it to her. That was one of the advantages of dealing
with the small-time pimps; they were more selective with their
clientele, and thusly, they weren't standing outside the door listening
to every grunt and groan. Then, too, their clients kept coming back,
once they got to know the girls.
The taxi left him off in front of Ertha's apartment building; Corby
tipped the man an extra buck, since he felt generous after last night's
cocaine deal. He rang the buzzer to Ertha's apartment and waited,
adjusting the wide Brooke Brothers tie and pulling down the matching
vest to his three-piece suit. He was feeling in good spirits tonight
after splurging on his new wardrobe. He only hoped the anonymous woman
inside would appreciate what he'd gone through to look good.
He pressed the buzzer again. Inside Julie gulped the last dregs of her
wine and dizzily staggered toward the door, cursing Joshua as she
struggled with the double lock. She didn't understand any of it ... why
he wasn't with her tonight, why he wanted her to go out with his friend
... and making extra bucks? What the hell did that mean? Sure, she knew
Ertha made her living giving massages, but that was Ertha. Ertha was
always different.
The chain fell free of the lock and Julie stepped aside as she let
Joshua's friend brush past her. Before she even saw his face she could
smell the sweetness of his after shave lotion. Well, at least the guy
had class, she thought with relief.
When he turned to introduce himself, a smile broke out on his face, a
smile she didn't understand the motive for. True, looked vaguely
familiar about him, but with those huge sun glasses covering half of
his face, he could have been anybody she'd seen on the street.
Julie introduced herself, and squinted up at the man who kept leering
at her. Her eyes were out of focus and she had a funny queasiness in
her stomach from not having eaten that day.
"Hello," she said, slurring her words. "Sit down and let me get you a
drink!" She waved her hand flamboyantly. She couldn't get a good look
at the Puerto Rican no matter how close he came. He was sitting next to
her now, and she decided she'd just give up trying to see him. She
might as well make the most of the evening ... be happy, she told
herself
"So you're Joshua's friend?" she said bitterly, camouflaging her hurt
with a forced grin that came out a sneer.
"That's right, honey ..." he said, taking the glass of wine from her,
wondering when Roy's ex-old lady would recognize him. But he assumed
the natty suit threw her off guard; then, too, she was three sheets to
the wind already. No wonder she didn't recognize him. "How's about
going dancing later," he offered, plotting his revenge for the woman
who had refused him once.
Julie turned on the stereo and began madly gyrating her arms and legs
in an approximation of dancing to the music. All sense of propriety had
left her.
"Come on," said Corby grabbing her by the ann. "Let's catch a cab at
the comer."
"Empress Hotel, driver!"
Corby sank down into the taxi seat with a sigh. Julie hadn't even heard
the discrepancy in plans. That was good, but she was too snockered to
know much of what was going on. He wasn't going to touch her until they
got inside. This way, she'd never know who he was and, when Joshua came
down on him for treating his girls roughly, he .could deny the whole
scene and even demand his money back. He'd just say she was gone when
he got to Ertha's apartment. There was no proof.
The cab pulled up in front of the Empress Hotel, a ram-shackle building
on Broadway with a neon sign blinking! "Rooms ... Transients ...
Residents ..."
It was just the place for what he had in mind, seedy and run down.
Tonight's my lucky night ... he thought as he handed the driver the
money. This chick is so out of it I can probably get anything out of
her.
He helped Julie out of the back seat. She was laughing at his attempts
to extricate her from the low seat. "Well ... where are we?"
"Is there a floor show?"
"Sure, honey, sure."
The cab driver leaned way out of his window, looking Julie up and down
... "Nice looking broad you got there, mister!" he said. "Wouldn't mind
having a go at her myself."
"You're welcome to when I'm through!" Corby offered. The more the
better. It would serve the bitch right for refusing him once before.
"Hey, you serious?" the driver asked, a gleam coming to his eyes.
"It's not my ass ... Ask the desk clerk for the room number ..."
"Swell, buddy ... See you later ..." he said, stepping on the gas.
Parts of the conversation had reached Julie but she didn't really
connect them with her. It seemed as though they were talking about
someone else. Some girl they both knew. She was looking around her
though, trying to figure out where she was. Before she could think
about it too long, Corby had grabbed her by the arm and was hurrying
her into the building.
A yellow light glowed from a naked light bulb as Corby passed the night
clerk. He dropped two dollars on the desk and was handed a key in
return.
"I think I'm gonna call Joshua now," Julie said, teetering against
Corby's tall frame. "It isn't a very nice place ... where's the bar?"
"Shut up!" Corby said and hurried her down the corridor to a room on
the ground floor.
Once inside the door, Julie was sure that she wanted to leave ...
something was going on that she didn't understand, and she had thought,
"Where's Ertha?" as she turned to face the bare room. Her dulled senses
had misled her into thinking that Ertha, motherly Ertha, would be there
to save her.
"I wanna drink ..." she slurred as she turned around, lurching toward
the door. But her departure was halted suddenly as Corby grabbed her by
the arm and pulled her back toward him. When Julie tried to protest,
Corby let his right hand fly and it landed flat across her cheek
leaving a stinging red print on her white skin.
Tears streamed down Julie's face as the man pushed her down on the bed.
"You will leave when I'm through with you, Julie ... and this time you
can't say no!" And with that, he began tearing at Julie's clothes,
pulling them off her until she wore nothing but her garter belt and
stockings.
Julie had laid there motionless, unable to resist him, the blow across
her face made her terrified of coming to physical harm.
"Now, baby ... you're going to do just what I tell you, aren't you?"
"Hey, buddy, you in there?" It was the cab driver.
"Yea, friend ... come on in ... we're just getting started."
George Martin pushed open the door just enough to let himself in and
closed it swiftly behind him. Man, what a setup, he thought to himself
when he got a look at the naked beauty on the bed. I have landed in a
pot of gravy!"
"Have a seat," Corby said, pointing to the only chair in the room.
"Come on, Baby," he grunted to Julie. "Let's see you stretch those lips
for our friend here. After all, he was kind enough to drive us all the
way over here, now wasn't he?
Julie sat up tentatively in the bed trying to meet the eyes of either
of the men in the room. Why was this happening? she thought. How had
this happened to her?
But Corby was in no mood for delay. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled
her off the bed, forcing her to kneel in front of him on the floor.
"Now crawl over to our friend!" he ordered.
Julie hesitated for a second and once again Corby's hands cracked
across her cheek. Julie cried out, but began crawling over to where
George sat. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could
crawl between them. And when she was kneeling between his spread
thighs, he tangled his hands in her short blonde hair and pulled it
down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that
she could feel the hardness of his already erect cock beneath the rough
material of his pants.
"Pull it out for me," he said, still rotating his crotch up against her
face.
She fumbled for a moment, but finally the huge fleshy instrument burst
into the air through the unzipped fly. George grabbed her hand and
wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant
red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few niches
from her bulging eyes. Reaching around the back of her head, he pulled
her to him until her closed lips were pressed tightly against the
slippery, rubbery
tip.
But Julie refused to open her mouth. She pressed her lips together as
tightly as possible, trying in vain to pull away from George's grip.
Behind her, Corby had taken off his belt and he swung it at her, the
heavy leather strap landing square across her buttocks. And as her lips
parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in
her quivering buttocks the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the
moist saliva of her mouth.
Julie gagged as the huge fleshy instrument filled the entire cavity of
her mouth, but Corby held her firm.
"Don't forget, baby," Corby hissed at her. "If at any time our friend
here doesn't like what you're doing, my belt with will speak his
disapproval for him."
The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding
in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound.
Corby moved close to them to watch the purring of her cheeks as Corby
pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt
the cab driver made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He
dropped his belt on the floor next to Julie's kneeling body and began
exploring her body with his hungry hands, tweaking and twisting the
small buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her flesh
hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into
her wide-stretched lips.
Julie began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and
around the slimy lubricated head. She had loved sucking Joshua's and
Roy's cocks, but this was different. She ran the tip of her tongue
teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could
feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at
any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into
her mouth.
Oh, God! she thought. He would cum into her mouth! No, her mind
screamed ... No! And in a moment of terror, her teeth closed tightly
down on George's throbbing prick.
" Aaaarnggg ..." he screamed, pulling on Julie's hair until she thought
it might come out by the roots. "The bitch bit me!"
Corby picked up his belt from the floor and stood over Julie. The belt
whistled through the air and landed across her already reddened
buttocks. Tears of pain flowed down her face, but she began sucking on
George's prick once more, making sure her teeth were out of the way.
She would do anything, no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted
her to be a whore ... she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck,
she would suck!
Her drunken mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her
position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations arising
erotically deep inside her.
George skewered further and further into her mouth so that she could
feel the hard rubbery tip of the head of his cock grazing smoothly
against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with warm, moist
saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around his cock as it pumped faster
and faster into her face.
He looked down at her, a lust contorted face that glistened of savage
desire as he felt her begin to suck him with a moist, nibbling sucking
motion as he crushed his sweating loins at her face and ground his
fingers cruelly into the sides of her face. And suddenly he could hold
back no longer. He thrust his thick glistening cock deep into her mouth
and arched his pelvis up toward her face, pressing against her cheeks
with the tips of his fingers so that her mouth was tighter around it
and he could feel the full force of it. He gripped her head between his
hands and with his balls exploding with their juices, rammed his cock
deep into her throat.
Julie choked and sputtered for a long minute and finally George let out
a low moan as his hot sticky sperm shot in a thick hot stream deep into
her sucking mouth. He held her head in front of him with a vise-like
grip until he had emptied himself completely far back into the
defensively gulping recesses of her gullet.
Julie groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in
rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the
warm moistness of her mouth.
George released his grip on her face and collapsed in the chair. His
deflating cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from between her cum-
covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still connecting them
together.
Before Julie had even a chance to catch her breath, Corby was dragging
her across the floor, pulling up to her feet and pushing her face down
onto the bed.
"And now it's my turn, baby. This time you won't get away! Funny you
don't remember me, Julie. I don't consider that much of a compliment.
Here ... look." He took off his glasses to reveal himself. "Now do you
remember me?"
"Oh, God, nooo ..." Julie's past came back to haunt her. "Oh, God, what
do you want of me?" In that moment she hated Joshua, she hated him more
than death itself. He had betrayed her ... sold her. "What are you
gonna do to me?" whimpered Julie.
"Don't you worry, baby ... I'm an old hand at this back door stuff.
Comes from bein' Puerto Rican ... know what I mean, man?"
Julie's drunken mind didn't understand what he meant and she resolved
herself to do whatever he wanted. If only it would ... could be over
soon!
"Man, what an ass!" Corby thought. "I'm gonna love this!"
Through her haze, Julie felt his hands opening her naked buttocks,
drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together,
but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too
great. As she felt the tip of his finger at the entrance of her naked
rectum, she clenched the puckered tiny lips tightly in a desperate
effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for
a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved
forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the knuckle.
Julie jumped forward from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in
unheeded protest. He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in
preparation for what was to follow, sawing it in and out expanding the
tiny anus more and more.
Corby dug another finger into her tight hole and this time the pain was
almost unbearable.
"Aaaarrrgggghhh ..." Julie screamed, her face digging into the sleezy
sheets of the bed. But Corby persisted, holding one hand at the small
of her back, pinning her to the mattress, his fingers digging cruelly
into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and
turned the fingers in the tight narrow hole. She was being skewered
like a helpless animal on a spit.
Then, as suddenly as his fingers had entered her virgin hole, they were
out. They came out almost reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus
clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He
pushed the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into
the crevice. His tongue licked at the quivering hole teasingly,
moistening the tiny hole in readiness for their next attack.
"Kneel up, you little bitch!" he ordered from behind her.
Julie hesitated for a moment and felt Corby's hands on her hips,
jerking them down on the bed. Her buttocks were high in the air behind
her, waving as it open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to
begin.
"Tickle my balls, whore!" She was at his mercy and he intended to take
full advantage of the situation. He was pleased that the cab driver was
still sitting on the chair watching this triumph over this bitch. He
was at his best when he could humiliate and especially if he had an
audience.
Julie had reached back and was stroking his hairy balls, treating them
like precious jewels, afraid she might hurt him and make him angry. His
knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs
brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and
helpless completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to
keep back the tears of helpless frustration.
Corby's hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the
air as she felt the long thick cock impress itself in the moist, naked
split of her behind. It was huge! She would never be able to take that
in her rectum without ripping her wide open.
Corby, in lewd triumph, sensed her horror and dug his hands into her
shoulders, pressing them hard against the mattress; she could not move.
His hands coursed greedily down over her defenseless buttocks, his
thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anal mouth
stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was
soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting
bluntness. And then suddenly it felt as if a tree trunk were trying to
burst into her body.
"Oooohhh ... NO! Noooooo!!" she screamed. "It's too big! Oh, My God!
Noooooo!"
But there was no escape. His thighs thrust her thighs forward; his arms
held her hips back at his. She was helpless.
"Push back!" he yelled.
She could barely think. Every way was pain and more pain. She pushed
back and opened her ass as if by deliberate effort, that final
centimeter. It was like flicking a Band-Aid off a wound. His penis
surged right into her rectum, solid and painful, but at least he could
not go any further.
Julie's breath hissed in and out from between her tightly clenched
teeth. It was like having her asshole shored up with huge supports,
like some giant battering ram. She groaned in anguish, hung on the end
of the rock hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
Corby began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft
depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery
from her tortured lips. She had never felt so low and debased in her
life as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length
of his punishing cock into her with long smooth strokes.
"Aaaarrrggghhh ..." he groaned. "God, it's tight!" he hissed, throwing
his head back in ecstasy from the hot clasping flesh enveloping it. She
couldn't stand the pain much longer. She had to end it, she had to and
she prayed for the stretch to please him. She began to move backward to
meet the forward thrust of his loins. She began to undulate her body
and move her buttocks in tiny circles. She even began to feel excited
through the pain.
Kneeling above her, Corby watched the reddish skin of the little round
hole drawn back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want to
come out. He watched his prick disappear right up her ass with every
stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then
it moved about in her tight resistant passage with the knob straining
out as if it were going to burst.
He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her
quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his
fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes, His mouth opened
and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of it in long, broken
gasps. He stared at her slender body as he spread the thighs wide and
pulled her buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer
her like a carcass, split her body wide open. His prick was huge and
heavy, loaded with weight as if it had ripened in the last seconds.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering and
shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls
of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after
wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt slave-like in front of
him, her buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back
against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal
hole, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky
wetness. He groaned his final delight and collapsed on top of her,
crushing her ravished body flat down against the mattress.
"I wanta fuck 'er now," the desk clerk's voice came from the doorway.
"That is, if you fellas don't mind."
"Mind?" Corby panted. "Not if you give me my couple of bucks back for
the room."
Chapter 8
"Fuck you, Joshua! Don't you have any better sense than that?" Ertha
cursed. She clasped the telephone in her hand restraining herself from
cursing further.
"Hey, don't get hot with me, Ertha! I can't help it he took her to a
hotel."
"The poor chick is in a nervous state. And it's your fault! Christ, now
I don't know what to do with her!"
She took the phone and walked down the hallway to the massage room,
putting her ear to the door.
Loud wet sounds emanated from inside.
."O.K. She's busy now but she'll have time at nine tonight."
She hung up and placed the phone back on the hook. Then she returned to
the den door.
Julie was finishing her last customer for the day ... good! All she
needed now was a few drinks in her in the morning and then for the rest
of the day anything, and that meant anything, was fine with her. Ertha
had never seen anyone change so quickly in her life. After she'd
finally returned from the night at the hotel, she hadn't been the same
since. From that night on, she had lapsed into a catatonic state that
lasted for two days in which she rarely spoke, except to degrade
herself. Then one morning she'd gotten up, just as though nothing had
ever happened, except for the fact that she seemed distracted and
vague.
Ertha had found her at the breakfast table downing a glass of burgundy
wine. She turned and studied Ertha silently. "I want to be fucked ...
don't care who it is."
In her loins she felt a dull aching, a need to have a big cock churning
high in her cunt. All her other feelings had gone, almost burned out by
the sequence of shocks she had been through. All that was left was the
physical and Julie had an overwhelming need to quell the fury in her
belly.
Ertha had shrugged and tried her with an old customer that afternoon,
watching through a slit in the door to make sure that all went well and
that Julie didn't do anything odd. But everything had gone perfectly
and Ertha couldn't tell if Julie was faking when she begged the man to
fuck her. She smiled goodbye to the man, picked up the money and smiled
to herself.
Every day she begged Ertha to let her see more and more customers
complaining that there weren't enough to appease the strange, hungering
lust in her loins. What Ertha didn't see were the tears that Julie shed
when she was alone in her room waiting for the next customer. Something
had snapped inside her and there was just enough vestige of her former
self left in her to make her regret the sad condition she had come to,
but not enough to enable her to control herself. Alcohol was the
element that fused her personalities, making the day one long blur ...
a succession of cocks that impaled her, making her whisper and cry out
until orgasm once more gave her a reality to hang onto.
Ertha tried to convince Julie to quit drinking, telling her that for
one thing it would ruin her looks, and secondly, her insides would age
too fast. Julie nodded as if she'd heard, but her blank, expressionless
eyes told another story. She just wanted to go and lie down and wait
for the next customer.
* * *
Julie took a nip out of her private bottle that she kept in her
dresser. Her mind was practically blank as it nearly always was these
days. Thinking was such a painful process. But there was that now, ever
constant, tingling between her legs, reminding her without cease that
she was still a human being, still a woman and with a woman's needs.
Tonight, though she didn't know it, there would be no customers, and
Ertha had not felt well all day, preferring to stay in her room and
nurse her cold. It was the first day off either of them had for two
months now. Ertha found it a relief, but Julie was pained.
And so when the door bell rang at seven thirty and a customer insisted
on service, Julie took it upon herself to satisfy him. By now, her
services had gone beyond mere massage, stretching to more complicated
kinds of sex. He'd satisfied her ... momentarily. When he left, she lay
on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a semi-stupor. It seemed like
only seconds when the doorbell rang a second time.
* * *
Roy smoked a second cigarette in half an hour and squished out the
smoldering ash with the heel of his boot. He'd been standing outside of
Ertha's apartment building and, when he saw a man come out an hour
after entering, he stopped to inquire, thinking perhaps the man might
know Julie. Then, too, there was a silly smirk on the man's face that
roused the suspicion in Roy's mind.
He knew Ertha was of the sultry sort, having met her only once, and
Corby Lewis had made some rather insinuating comments about the way
Ertha made her living. That, combined with the knowledge that Julie was
the impressionable sort, easily swayed by others attitudes and
opinions, set him on edge.
"Yeah, she's in there," the man said. "Hot little number, too. Shit,
man!" he said, rubbing his balls. "She's fuck you crazy."
When Roy saw his Julie answer the door, clothed in a filmy rose-colored
peignoir, he could not believe that he was seeing right. He took two
steps into the room, blood rising under his collar with each step he
took.
"Julie ..." he said ... and then louder, still disbelieving, "Julie!"
Julie heard the voice before she really looked at him. The voice was
the same one that had called her by endearments for the past two years.
It was Roy, her boy friend!
Julie's head snapped back to attention and she moved faster than she
had for days. She jogged toward the bathroom. She had to get away! God,
the look in his eye to see her dressed in a peignoir at five in the
afternoon, with her hair a mess and the tell-tale scent of male love
juices smeared between her legs and about her mouth. He couldn't see
her like this! The adrenaline shot through her system arousing the
depths of shame hiding in the recesses of her mind, allowing the full
horror of what was happening, of what had been happening even, to flood
her brain with unwanted knowledge. though his heart was breaking, as
though someone had shot him, and he clutched at his chest and then at
his stomach, fearing he would throw up then and there.
Roy caught hold of Julie's gown before she could reach the bathroom
door, pulling her back toward him. His hand ground down onto her wrists
forcing her to her knees in front of him. Julie screamed hysterically,
crying out ... NONONONO! It isn't true, it isn't true ..."
But her words had no meaning to her boy friend as he began to slap her
about the head. "So this is what you've been doing ... this is your
roommate ... This is your house ... this is where you turn your tricks!
Where you massage and fuck your johns!"
With each 'this' his hand had come down hard against Julie's cheeks,
battering her head to and fro like a volley ball.
"What the hell is goin' on?" yelled Ertha from the bedroom, wondering
what all the fracass was about. She stood in the doorway of her room,
handkerchief to her nose, and yelled, "Oh, God, it's Roy. I gotta get
outta here!"
"Hell you will, slut. You get back in here," Roy yelled. "This is
probably your doing anyway. And believe me, you'll pay for it ...
you'll both pay for it!"
He brought Julie to her feet, pulling her up by the wrists. She was
still sobbing as he threw her over to the wall and pointed towards
Ertha's bedroom.
"You! Take off your clothes!" he yelled at Ertha.
Ertha hesitated, fear eating her.
"Make it snappy! You think I ain't seen a naked whore before! And you,
too, Julie!" The words rang sarcastically throughout the room.
He could hardly contain himself. He wanted to kill her. He loved her
but he wanted to kill her! A whore! What on earth could he do? He
couldn't kill her, she was his only love and yet, she had to pay for
it.
He watched as the two women began to slowly disrobe, his Julie on the
bed, sobbing as she removed the sheer peignoir, Ertha taking off her
dress. As he watched them he ground his teeth together in anger and
frustration.
"You two bitches ... Yes, that's fight ... Let's see what your
customers have been getting!"
Julie crouched nude on the bed, her breasts large and creamy white,
trembling as her shoulders shook uncontrollably. She had her legs
tucked under her, trying to cover as much of her nakedness as possible.
Ertha by the door, stood in all of her glory, the black swatch of her
pubis jutting forward like a badge of courage. Her figure was almost as
perfect as Julie's and she stood now defiantly, as though her nudity
might be a weapon against Roy. Her mind was racing. What was he going
to do? She cursed the day she had gotten Julie involved in her
business. This was all she needed ... Her best bet was to cooperate.
Roy took his hot gaze off of Julie's fearfully quaking form and coolly
appraised Ertha. His fury was growing with every second that passed and
his mind searched wildly for an answer.
" You ... get over there on the bed! You're going to give a little
performance with my lady! You're whores, aren't you? Let's see how good
you are!"
"No ... NO!" Julie whimpered on the bed. "Roy, let me go ... I promise
..."
"Shut up! I don't care what you promise ... don't you dig it! Your name
is whore! Not Julie, whore!"
Julie shivered, lowering her head to her folded arms. Ertha sat down on
the bed next to her, wondering just what Roy had in mind.
Julie's body was covered with nervous perspiration, and her forehead
felt hot. Her breasts heaved against her arms and her hands were
tightly clenched.
Ertha had been trying to remain passive, but it was impossible. She had
been in some bizarre situations before, but this was the worst yet.
"All right, you ... yes, you!" he said gruffly, looking at Ertha. "Get
to work on her!"
"But ...?"
"You heard me. Do it to her! I want to see how she likes it!"
"But I ..." Ertha hesitated. Julie looked up and stared at Ertha in
horror.
"But nothing ... NOW!"
Julie's hand trembled and her lips quivered as she mumbled and edged
away from Ertha ... "NO ... no," she said, understanding exactly what
Roy had in mind.
"Yeah, Julie ... she's gonna do it to you ... and I'm gonna watch!" he
said sadistically, a part of himself hating himself for doing this to
the woman he loved.
The words sent a white shock of terror through Julie ... her head went
dizzy and she knew it was all over for her now ... She had reached the
bottom of the barrel. First, Don betrayed her, then Joshua, and now
Roy.
"I can't ... just can't ..." she cried fiercely, but even as the words
came out, Ertha's hands were on her breasts and she knew that she would
have to go through with it.
Julie gave a start as she felt Ertha's fingernails tracing lines along
her breasts moving over the white skin.
Roy sank into a chair and sat back to watch, a twisted grin marring his
handsome features. This would be good. He'd get back at her anyway he
could for doing this to him ... for doing this to both of them.
"Unfold those arms. Lie back ... Let her get at you!" he commanded.
Julie obediently lay back on the bed, and Ertha shifted her position so
that he could get at her better.
"You got nice, tits, Julie," Roy cried out. The words seemed to burn
holes into Julie's nipples which were fully exposed now and hard from
nervous excitement.
Ertha began to tweak her nipples and Julie whimpered in pain.
Roy surveyed the sensual outline of Julie's figure. She was beautiful,
he thought. Almost too beautiful.
Tears of shame ran down Julie's cheeks as she endured the manipulations
of her nipples by Ertha's agile fingers.
"More than that!" Roy yelled out.
And Ertha whispered through her teeth at Julie. "Open your legs!"
Julie obediently opened her legs for a few inches and then a few more
inches.
Roy could see directly into her soft, fleecy pussy and he felt a surge
of unwanted emotion rush through his cock. His face flushed and he
coughed to clear his throat.
Ertha let one hand wander down to Julie's well-rounded belly and then
her fingers moved across the gaping raw pussy flesh that was so
vulnerable, nestled between the young girl's warm quivering thighs.
Julie jerked and tried to get away, but Ertha held her back, fairly
grunting out to her.
"Okay. Cut the act. You know you've been dying to get anything you
could up your twat for the last couple months. Well ... this is not
going to be a prick, but knowing you, you'll like it just as well."
Julie's soft pink slit gleamed with moisture that was clearly visible
across the room as she lay frightened out of her wits, more naked than
she had ever been, more degraded than anyone had ever been in the
history of the world. She knew that Roy was looking directly into her
burning cunt, the same orifice that had shamed him so thoroughly. God,
she had been sinful! And now she had no choice but to submit to the
vile, filthy touches of the woman who had taken her in. She hated
herself for putting Ertha in that situation.
"Aaaahhh!" she cried out as Ertha's hand suddenly made wet contact with
her pussy lips. The slender fingers thrust tip first one knuckle, then
two, up into the tender flesh of her cunt.
"She'll go wild in a minute, Roy," Ertha said, beginning to grow more
courageous.
This was turning out to be a job just like any other ... and she could
handle it, she figured. She could handle it very well!
"Don't talk so much. Pay attention to what you're doing!" Roy replied,
shifting uneasily in his chair. He thought he would be able to watch
this without emotion but maybe he couldn't after all. Yet he remained
in his seat.
With expertise which came from handling her own private parts so often,
Ertha began to smooth her fingers up and back, round and round in the
warm wet recesses of Julie's cunt, while her other hand tucked under
her buttocks, pulling Julie's loins forward to meet her searching hand.
Her large, milk-white breasts swung down as she moved over Julie and
their nipples grazed the soft flesh of Julie's thighs.
"Unnnnnnnnnn!" Julie called out and then, "Unnnnnngh!" again, as the
steady sawing motion of Ertha's fingers began to elicit a moist
reaction. The scraping against her streaming cuntal walls, the pounding
against her cervix ... she couldn't hold up under it! Like a woman
being pulled into the ocean by a strong undertow, she screamed:
"Oh, help me! God, help me!" and then she started an obscene screwing
upwards of her buttocks, wriggling her crotch, legs flailing, arms
awry.
"I told you she'd open up!" Ertha cried, trying to keep up with the
bucking feminine body beneath her.
"Good Lord!" Roy muttered to himself. He'd never seen anything like it!
Julie made one last effort to control herself, but it was no good. The
very hideousness of her predicament was now working against her. Her
pussy had that old tingling, that old need for satisfaction. Her
longing knew no shame as she moaned her lust loud and clear.
Then Ertha bent over her, lowering her entire body onto Julie,
squashing her big tits against Julie's, squirming her well-stacked hips
against Julie's, belly to belly, while her hand ground on in the
quivering fleece-lined lips of Julie's pussy. It had been a while now
since Ertha had last made it with a woman, and it had been too long.
"Go with it, Julie. Go with it, honey ... It'll be okay. Let yourself
go and cum ..." Ertha hoarsely rasped, growing more and more excited.
And indeed, it did feet like a man's prick shoving high into her
burning cunt. To Julie it suddenly became every man she had ever slept
with, from her husband Roy on down to the lowest crumb in a dirty hotel
... and yet it was more than that ... it was ... a woman's body ...
Ertha's body ...!
Julie was really lost now to the world, to Roy and to herself. She had
to attain the incredible heights that reached down to her now ... the
unbelievable fucking was drawing all the juices out of her and she was
climbing, climbing, cumming, cumming, hips working, arms working, eyes
rolling, crotch pressed to Ertha's crotch, pussy shattering. "Oooo!
OOOOOO!" The bliss flowed in her and around her, spreading its relief
through her sweat soaked body as she choked out her ecstasy in a mind-
blowing earth-shaking orgasm.
Roy watched the lewd sight with his eyes almost bulging out of his
head. In all his life he'd never seen a woman cum like that. And she
had been with another woman! A strange fury of another kind began to
invade him, adding to the anger he had already felt. His big cock had
been in full erection for a long time now, and he could feel it
swelling to even greater proportions as he stood up, staring down at
the final spasms of his girl friend and the whore who was fucking her.
He could see the fluids seeping from both their cunts as he peered
between their entangled legs.
Reaching down, he grabbed Ertha by the shoulder and pulled her off of
Julie. Her face red with emotion, hair stringy and hanging in her eyes
from the workout she'd been through, Ertha stood glaring at Roy. His
hand pointed toward the door. "Get out!" he said quietly.
Ertha moved quickly toward the door, wondering if she should call the
police or call Joshua. She had no idea what Roy would do to her best
friend Julie now.
Roy looked down at Julie. She was lying face down on the bed now,
sobbing into the pillow. Roy knew what he was going to do and he knew
what it meant. But so far as he was concerned he had no choice at that
point. It was all a part of something that had started a long time ago.
He quietly got out of his clothes and then looking down at Julie again,
his big cock sticking out fiercely from his pubic hair, his brawny
chest covered with the same dark masses of curls. Julie looked up at
him.
It seemed that his face got closer and closer to hers, his eyes burning
into hers, and then his big thick rock hard cock was worming its way
into her moist, waiting cunt, poking furiously then, without
resistance, sinking in. He was holding both her arms down on either
side of the bed and this he intended for his beautiful Julie ... to
feel his cock. She was fighting him, but he held her hard, forcing her
legs apart with his own legs. She squirmed vainly as his cock
penetrated her tight cunt. He grinned down at her savagely as it sunk
in to the hilt, his balls slapping hard into the open crevice Of her
upturned ass and her groans like music to his ears. Her silken pussy
covering up the tough sheath of his prick like some fine moistened
material, fitting snugly against it, tightening around it. He began to
move hard and fast, scrambling down on to her letting her feel all the
strength of his hips and thighs. He could feel the rawness of her pussy
slipping all around his hot bursting cock. He fucked her with all his
might, wanting to hurt her, to humiliate her as she had him. He stroked
her hard with each forward blow into her cervix, hearing her cry out in
shameful ecstasy, moaning and staring grassy-eyed up at him.
He wanted to kill her with his cock, wanted to hurt her, humiliate her,
and shame her forever and, in that instant, when Julie began to return
his thrusts, he realized the meaning of insanity. He hedged on the thin
red line; wanting to love her, yet at the same time, kill her.
His tempo built as wet smacking noises resounded through the room and
he lunged at her cruelly until their bodies were gyrating wildly and
uncontrollably on the bed. Julie's ass rotated against Roy's groin as
blindly she squirmed and jerked, spewing out orgasmic fluids all around
his raging cock every few seconds.
"Oh, OH, oh, yessssss! Oh, Royyy! Fuck meee!" she cried out. "Oh, baby,
love me! Oh, God, Roy, I love YOU."
Roy stared down at her and stopped for a second. "What? Did you say you
loved me? But how?"
"Oh, don't stop, Roy. Fuck me ... fuck me ... oh, Roy. There's never
been anyone else but you. Pleeeeeease!"
Roy stared down at Julie. She wasn't a whore anymore, she was Julie.
His Julie. The Julie he'd loved for two years and thrown away for a
cheap night s stand that only gave him VD. Tears came to his eyes. He
clutched her tightly. "Oh, Jesus, Julie.
Oh, God, Julie," he whimpered. "Baby, I love you. Oh, honey, let's cum
... cum together ..."
Roy knew he would have to cum now or he would die. This one had to be
it! He gasped, feeling his loins bursting and giving into the strength
of her arms around his neck, exploded deep inside her, falling upon her
and shooting his hot liquid cum deep into the fiery furnace of her open
womb.
* * *
When it ended, they collapsed together, both crying and laughing at the
same time, a moment of magic ... of forgiving, understanding, and every
positive emotion imaginable washed over them.
Next door, hearing the last of the cries and sobs Ertha put on her robe
and peeked through the door of her bedroom to see Roy and Julie
embracing. She'd heard the forgiving words and she stood there shaking
her head, muttering to herself: "I'll never understand men."
Chapter 9
Ertha never thought she'd be a bridesmaid, yet the low-necked organdy
dress did well to accentuate her large breasts. Julie hadn't protested
when she'd refused to wear a bra, and that pleased Ertha. Au natural
... the only way to fly for a sultry woman like herself.
The dark haired woman yanked up the bodice of her dress, raising her
breasts a couple of inches. The organ music began a slow grind and
slowly she started up the aisle, heading toward Joshua who was to be
her counterpart in this strange play at love. He too, looked awkward in
his tuxedo, but it was part of the game, and it pleased Julie; that's
what counted.
Love is bizarre, she mused, rocking a little nervously on her high
heels as she by-passed the fifth row of church pews. Strange indeed.
She wished Julie and Roy well, of course, but she couldn't avoid the
feeling of having been shut out somehow. That experience at love with
Julie had been a rare one ... rare and beautiful as a black pearl. Such
passion happens only once, and with Julie it had been special. A tingle
of intimate pride raced through her at the realization that she had
seen Julie in her darkest moments, her weakest moments, and her
strongest. And she, Ertha, had been a part of them all ... a catalyst,
so to speak.
Looking up, squinting against the colored lights beaming through the
stained glass windows, Ertha caught in Joshua's eye a glimmer ... a
glimmer unlike any she'd seen coming from him before. An incongruous
thought struck her: Maybe she, too, could learn to love and forgive as
Julie had. She saw Joshua in a different light then and that pleased
her. Who could tell, maybe next month the bells would ring for her.
Yes, that would make sense of these complexities. Very much sense.
The End
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