Julie sat cross-legged on the bluff overlooking the ocean arid watched the tide come in. Dusk was approaching and she watched the stars come out with a bored, middle-class apathy that was bred into her.
This was the first day of summer vacation, the first day of relaxing from the turmoil of college life. Julie snorted; the very first day and already she was bored, suffer than a six month old corpse.
Against her better judgment she had decided to accompany her parents on their annual summer vacation at the seashore. There hadn't been anything happening in the city so she had let herself be persuaded that it would be fun to spend the summer sunning and swimming.
Not that there wasn't plenty of sunning and swimming to do, it was just that a good-looking young girl didn't want to spend all her time doing it. Julie flicked her cigarette over the edge of the bluff and wondered if anyone in the immediate vicinity was under fifty. Her parents had neglected to mention the fact that there weren't any people her age living at the part of the beach where their cottage was-the rent was much too high.
Julie got to her feet and began to thread her way back along the path to home, scuffing her feet in the gravel and wondering how she was going to keep from going crazy during the next three months.
As she passed one of the more expensive beach cottages she noticed a young good-looking man in the driveway working on the engine of an expensive looking car. Amazed by the fact that someone roughly her own age should be in the neighborhood she stopped to talk.
"Hello." Julie said, trying to draw his attention. He straightened up and looked at her.
"What's the matter? Lost?" He grinned and let his eyes drift down the length of her well-curved body.
"No-why do you ask?"
He wiped his hands on a greasy rag before answering. "Well.. .you don't look like the type of woman I usually see around here. I mean you 're not exactly fat and fifty."
Julie laughed, "I might say the same thing about you, you know?"
He leaned up against the car casually. "I'm a chauffer-I'm paid to be here. What's your excuse?"
Julie motioned diffidently. "I made a mistake and let my parents convince me that this was the place to be for the summer vacation." She grinned ruefully.
"It could be worse, at least you have plenty of money to keep you company."
"Sometimes," Julie's eyes flashed, "a girl-likes a different kind of company.. . . " She paused and when he didn't say anything, continued. "My name's Julie."
"Todd-that's me."
Julie motioned to the car. "What's the matter with it?"
He shrugged. "The clutch, I think. I'm really not a very good mechanic."
"What are you good at?" Julie played with the top button of her blouse.
"They don't pay for what I'm best at.. . " He said, watching her hungrily.
Julie walked over to him and looked down at the engine of the car. She made an expression of distaste.
"Dirty, isn't it?" She said, turning to him.
He shrugged. "I suppose." His eyes traveled down the soft valley between her breasts.
Noticing the direction of his gaze Julie bent over the fender of the car and asked, "What is the clutch?"
Pulling his eyes away from her blouse with an effort he pointed over to one side of the engine and said, "It's down there."
Julie rubbed her thigh against his and said, "But why do they call it a 'clutch'? "
He grinned lewdly and Julie felt his hand begin to stroke her denim-clad ass. "Because it controls the gear stick." He squeezed her plump ass gently.
Julie felt a warm tingling sensation begin in the pit of her stomach and asked, "What's a gear stick?"
"It's a long rod with a knob on the end."
Julie's eyes lit with a flicker of excitement. That sounds interesting."
"Would you like to see one?" He slipped his hand in between her things and stroked gently.
"I might." She said. "Where is it?"
He pulled open the front door of the car. "In here."
Julie climbed into the front seat, her senses racing. Todd climbed in after her, closing the door gently behind him.
"Well?" Julie asked innocently, "Where is it?"
It was quite dark inside the car because there were curtains on the windows and night had fallen but Julie distinctly heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.
"Over here." Todd said, taking her hand and guiding it toward his lap.
Julie's hand closed around his warm pulsing cock and passion welled up inside of her. She clutched it's head spasmodically and bent her face down into his lap.
He grabbed the back of her head and jammed his raw pink member deep into her waiting mouth. Julie began sucking greedily, her saliva dripping down its throbbing length from uncontrollable eagerness.
His hips drove the swollen prick in and out for the better part of ten juicy minutes and suddenly his whole body stiffened and he thrust it halfway down her throat. Julie shivered and swallowed mightily as the hot spew filled her mouth.. .
CHAPTER TWO
Julie's parents weren't home when she got in. She figured they were probably out at a friends house involved in an exciting game of cards. She went wishfully up the stairs and to her room. Her little episode with the chauffer had been exciting but somewhat frustrating; her whole body was swept with waves of desire.
In her room she changed into a pair of sheer pink lounging pajamas and blearily went back down stairs. She got a soda from the refrigerator and, since it was such a hot night, decided to drink it out on the back terrace overlooking the beach.
The breeze from across the ocean was soothing against her feverish skin. As she looked at the clear sky she happened to notice that in the bungalow next to theirs there was a window open and a middle aged man was staring at her.
Pretending not to notice his close scrutiny she stood up. The window he was at was only about twenty feet away from the edge of the terrace and Julie nonchalantly walked over to that edge and sat down on the railing.
Her figure was silhouetted hazily beneath the sheer fabric of her lounging pajamas and Julie noted with a smile that his rapt attention was all hers. She stretched sensuously and casually turned her back to him for a minute.
With one quick movement Julie unzipped her pajamas down the front all the way to her navel. The breeze against her nipples aroused Julie's desire to even greater heights.
Slowly she turned, not looking at the man in the window and let the breeze flutter her pajamas open. Her nipples dark against the creamy whiteness of her breasts.
With one hand Julie began to slowly massage her taut nipples, thrilling to the sensation it gave. She closed her eyes briefly.
She opened her eyes again slightly and let her gaze travel to the man in the window. She noted eagerly that his pants were down around his knees and he was watching her eagerly and enthusiastically stroking his fiercely rigid cock with a sweat moistened hand.
Julie was hypnotized by the sight and opened her eyes a little wider to get a better view. Her pussy throbbed and she felt warm juices flowing down her thighs from the excitement.
Forgetting the pretension, Julie stared frankly as the man closed his eyes against the emotion that was running through him. His cock spewed his hot seed in great arcs out the open window.
Her mouth watering, Julie made a mental note to pay a visit on her powerfully proportioned neighbor. With a neighbor like that only twenty feet away her summer vacation might not be a total loss.
Quickly, before he opened his eyes again, Julie ducked back inside the house. She tried to sit down and watch a TV show but her mind kept wandering to visions of long ramrods of muscle plunging deep between her thighs. Her body glowed with inner heat.
In an effort to calm down, Julie decided to go for a walk out on the beach. She zipped up her pajamas and stepped out into the warm night.
Making her way down the series of stone steps that led to the white sand, Julie saw the silent, windblown beach was deserted. She walked out to the water's edge and sat down in the still warm sands.
Without being conscious of the fact she began softly stroking her silk clad crotch. Julie was thinking of the last football game she had gone to at the University that year.
She didn't especially dig football games, in fact she thought that they were rather ridiculous, but she had promised a guy she knew that she would watch him in the game that day.
She remembered the game being just as great dull as she guessed it would be. The interesting part, for her, was afterwards.
Julie remembered that she went down to find the locker room and tell the guy that she had enjoyed his playing. Never having been in the men's gym before she got somewhat lost.
Without knowing how she got there she found herself peeking through the door into the room where all the squad was changing and showering. No one noticed her spying and Julie couldn't tear her eyes away from all the exposed cocks parading before her.
The team had won and they were all pretty happy about the fact and feeling pretty good. Just
The team had won and they were all pretty happy about the fact and feeling pretty good. Just as Julie was about to retreat and wait until later to talk to the guy she noticed a commotion at the other end of the room.
She dangerously opened the door a little wider to get a better look at what was going on. To her surprise she saw that three of the cheerleaders had come to personally offer their congratulations.
Getting more excited by the minute Julie watched as the three luscious cheerleaders let the eager squad pull off their short dresses and sweaters. One girl was swinging a jock strap in the air over her head shouting something unintelligible to the other girls.
One of the girls lost her panties to eager hands and the sight of a hot pulsing pussy became too much for the team. In a matter of seconds all three girls were stripped and were being screwed by as many guys who could find a opening.
Julie was so caught up by the emotions welling up inside her that she leaned too far into the room. Suddenly she lost her balance and went tumbling into the over-heated confines of the locker room.
CHAPTER THREE
Stirring the fine sand gently with her finger, Julie remembered with a smile what had happened when she had burst into the middle of the orgy. She stood up and walked down to the water.
The cold water brought Julie out of her recollections with a start. Hastily she bent down and rolled her pajama legs up above her legs. She began wading along the water's edge, once again immersed in erotic recollections of the past.
Julie's roommate in college for the past year had been a small redheaded Jewish girl named Bobbi. Bobbi was very pretty and also had rich parents in New York.
Julie recalled the time she stopped by the theater building one evening after classes where Bobbi was rehearsing for a part in a play the school was putting on at that time. Julie wanted to tell her that her father had called from New York while she was out.
Slipping into the theater Julie found that rehearsals were going on and so she sat down unnoticed in the back row, thinking it might be interesting to watch. It was interesting, but not in the way she thought.
There were only a few people on the stage and evidently rehearsals were just about over and most of the other actors and actresses had gone home. Bobbi was going through a scene with two of the other male actors, and, besides Julie, the only other person in the theater was a young photographer who was doing the publicity stills for the production and he was sitting in the front row.
The acoustics were so good in the hall that Julie could hear everything that they were saying. It didn't sound like it was part of the play.
The blonde actor named Bob was talking to Bobbi. "Com' on Bobbi," he pleaded, "Ted just wants to get a few pictures for the guys in the fraternity house."
"Pictures?" Bobbi said, "I thought you said before it was sort of a movie?"
The photographer, Ted, stood up, picking up a 8-mm movie camera that had been sitting on the seat next to him. "It is." He said, "but it's just a half hour of film."
Bobbi appeared to ponder the proposition for a moment; then she said, "Well, what would I have to do?"
Judd, the other actor, said, "Everything we can think of."
Bobbi started to protest but Bob cut her off by saying, "You promised last week that you'd do it if I forget about the money you owed me.. . "
"Yeah, I know." Bobbi said, "But I owe Ted more money than I do you, will it wipe out that too?"
Ted spoke up. "Uh, uh; just Bob's-I still want mine."
Bobbi looked at him pleadingly. "But I'm broke, couldn't we work it out some way now?"
Ted thought for a moment and then said, "Well.. .I got some more film in my car. If you let me shoot all the film I have then we'll forget the money. OK?"
"How much time all together?"
"About two hours." Ted said.
"okay." Bobbie shrugged. "I guess that's fair, I do owe you a lot of money."
Julie watched eagerly as the photographer ran out to his car for the film and Bob and Judd arranged the stage sets to resemble the living room of a house.
"Is this film with sound?" Bobbi asked, standing to one side.
"You bet." Judd said, moving a sofa into place.
"Well, what should I say?" Bobbi asked.
Bob turned to her. "Well, you know, sexy things, and moan a lot. You're an actress, just play it by ear, y'know, react to what we say."
Bobbi nodded and the photographer came back in with the film and loaded it into the camera. Then they set up the lights and locked the doors; Julie ducked down so as not to be seen when Ted checked the door closest to her.
When Julie sat up again the photographer was all set up and just lining up for the first scene. Julie watched, engrossed, as it began.
The scene started with Bobbi coming through the door off-stage dressed in jeans and a sweater. The two guys were sitting on the sofa and chair reading magazines.
"Hello, boys." Bobbi said.
"Yes?" Bob said, "Are you the girl from the sorority who was supposed to come over a help us plan the joint dance?"
"Yeah." Bobbi ad-libbed, "I know all about joints."
Judd said, "Well, why don't you come over and give mine a check-up?"
Bobbi hesitantly walked over and got on her knees in front of him. Ted moved in for a closer angle on the proceedings.
Bobbi paused an instant and then undid Judd's pants with smooth deft motions. Julie silently moved up closer to the stage to get a better look at what was happening but no one even noticed.
Judd's juicy cock came flopping out as Bobbi pulled his pants and underpants down around his knees. She stroked it hesitantly.
Bob spoke up. "Now that you've inspected some of our parts, why don't you give us an inspection of yours?"
Bobbi stood up gratefully and kicked off sandals. "Tell me if you see anything you like."
Bobbi was out of her sweater and jeans in a flash and stood there in her panties and bra while Ted panned around for a good angle. Both guys were pulling off their clothes eagerly, standing up as they did so on each side of her.
When both Bob and Judd were stark naked with their masterful members jutting straight out in front of them Judd said. "Let's have it, babe."
Bobbi reluctantly undid her bra and her small soft breasts popped into view. Both guys moved closer. Then she bent over and slid her silk panties down to her ankles.
Judd spun her around to face the camera and Ted moved closer, sweating visibly.
"Spread 'em." Judd said and Bobbi opened her moist pink thighs for the camera.
Bob shoved Bobbie down on the couch and made her put her knees up in the air. She spread her thighs wide as the camera moved in for the close up.
CHAPTER FOUR
Todd put the finishing touches on the car's engine, straightened up and closed the hood. He found that he was thirsty and decided to walk down to the supermarket a few blocks away.
As he walked he thought about the girl, what was her name?-Oh, Julie, who had blown him earlier in the evening. He had forgotten to find out where she lived but he was sure he could find her again if she was going to be at the shore all summer vacation.
He came to the parking lot behind the Supermarket and began to make his way around the buildings and the huge trash containers. He paused for a moment to light a cigarette and the back door of the restaurant next to the market opened and a young waitress with beautiful long dark hair stepped out, locking the door behind her.
She looked startled to find Todd there and he gave her a once over. The girl was very pretty although she couldn't have been out of high school yet. Her sheer green uniform revealed the hazy outlines of a bra and panties beneath it and Todd's pulse raced.
He smiled at her and said, "Closing up already?"
She looked confused for a moment and then said, "Yeah, why?"
Tood moved closer. "I was just coming here to get something to drink."
The girl began to feel more at ease; she leaned against the side of the trash container. "Sorrywe close this time every night. Were you very hungry?"
"I suppose I can hold out till I get home."
"Maybe I can slip back in and get you something." The girl said, looking at the door, and then turning to him. "Is there anything you want?"
"You bet." Todd said, looking at her slim, well-tanned legs.
The girl blushed. "That's not what I meant."
"But it is an idea." Todd parried. "Isn't it?"
The waitress laughed. "Right here?" she said jokingly.
"okay, fine." Todd countered.
The girl crossed her arms. "I oughta take you up on that and call your bluff."
"I don't think you have the nerve to," Todd prodded.
"We'll see about that!" The girl said saucily and began to undo the buttons down the front of her uniform; her toes curling with excitement inside her white tennis shoes.
Todd watched eagerly as she undid the last button and nervously held it open. "There." she said defiantly, "now it's your turn."
Smiling easily Todd opened his shirt and took it off dropping it to the ground. "okay." He said.
The girl's eyes widened slightly at the sight of his well-muscled chest but she pulled off her uniform. With a determined air she pulled off her lace bra and stood there in only her panties and tennis shoes while he greedily examined her small soft breasts with their delicate rose colored nipples stiffening in the cool night air.
"Now," she said, "I'll drop these drawers as soon as you have it hangin' out."
"You don't believe I'll really do it, do you?" Todd asked.
"Ha!" She scoffed. "I know you won't. I'm so sure that I'll go so far to say I'll blow you every day for a week if you do, stark naked, whenever you want it, wherever you want it!"
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"You bet, I've never met a guy yet with any real guts."
"okay, you have a bet." The girl watched open-mouthed at Todd as he undid his pants and stepped out of them along with his underwear.
"Oh no!" She exclaimed under her breath.
Todd grinned and grabbed her by the shoulders. Spinning her around he said, "Bend over."
Not knowing what else to do she complied. He grabbed a hold of her silk panties and jerked them down around her ankles.
He stroked her plump young ass and she moaned low in her throat. Goosebumps began to form on her fevering flesh and she shivered deliriously in the cool air, her cheek against the trash container.
"Yeah.. . " Todd breathed as he gently spread her flanks and saw the deliciously moist cunt nestled deep within her long warm thighs.
Getting down on his knees he gave her pink asshole a tentative lick and then drew her closer. His tongue probed into the sweet confines of her pussy and her voice caught in her throat.
Todd nibbled gently on her pearly clitoris, feeling it swell beneath his darting tongue. His cock throbbed mightily in the night air.
Reaching up between her legs with one hand Todd began tickling her hanging nipples. She squirmed and panted at his touch.
Todd raked his fingernails gently across her breasts and across her stomach. He paused as his hand reached her waiting pussy.
Eagerly she tried to spread her legs further apart. She bent over almost double in her efforts to push her pussy in his face.
Rising quickly to his feet Todd rammed his cock home. She shivered like a speared trout as he began pumping in and out.
They both almost fell over as she went off, tearing and scratching at the metal she was holding on to. Seconds later Todd followed her-sending warm floods deep into the wanting chambers of her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie woke slowly as the sun came through her bedroom window. All the frustrated desire of the night before came back to her and she just lay there enjoying the sensation and casually stroking her cunt.
Strolling in the surf had cooled Julie's desire temporarily and she had come home to sleep. As she lay in the morning sun she realized drowsily that the feeling of the night before had indeed been temporary.
She rolled out of bed and stretched her long ivory limbs sensuously. Her parents, as was to be expected, were already down on the beach chatting with their numerous overage, over-weight friends.
Julie pulled on a pair of black lace panties and one of her father's white shirts and fixed herself a nutritional breakfast consisting of a half a peach and two slices of unbuttered toast.
Wondering where she could get satisfaction in a resort populated mostly by old couples, Julie munched absently on her somewhat Spartan breakfast and washed it down with a glass of chocolate milk.
She considered the geyser of a man next door but decided that he would probably be down at the beach with everyone else. Sighing, she wandered into the living room and tried to think of some place to go.
After fifteen minutes of considering all the possible alternatives Julie pulled on a pair of tight white shorts and stepped out the front door. Then she set off down the palm shaded street for the supermarket. For lack of anything better to do or anywhere better to go she had decided to walk down to the supermarket and pick up a carton of cigarettes and see what was happening.
Nothing, it seemed, was happening at the supermarket-much to Julie's dismay. Even the boys working there that she eyed hungrily were either too young or too busy to notice her at all.
Sighing melodramatically, she paid the cute blonde salesgirl for the cigarettes. On an impulse she asked the girl, "Hey, what do you do for kicks around here? Anything?"
The girl looked her over and smiled. "That depends on your tastes."
"What?" Julie said.
"Are you bored?"
"You could say that." Julie answered.
The salesgirl looked around and said, "Well, I've got a lunch break in about five minutes. If you want I can meet you at the restaurant next door and I can fill you in on what the scene is around here over lunch. What do you say?"
"Fine." Julie said, "Thanks."
The girl smiled at her as she left and Julie headed for the restaurant. Over coffee Julie tried to figure out why the girl had been so eager to be nice to her.
Julie shrugged and took another drink of her coffee. Maybe people were just nice to strangers around the seashore. Maybe that was it.
Probably, Julie thought wryly, there were so few young people around that they had to band together to survive in a neighborhood overrun with wheelchairs and false teeth and paunches. That seemed like reason enough to be friendly to her.
Still, Julie argued, there had been sort of an odd catch in the girl's voice when they spoke. Probably just my imagination.
The blonde came through the door of the restaurant and saw Julie at once. She came over and sat down with a warm smile.
"Hi," She said, "Will you have lunch?"
"I guess so." Julie said as the waitress, a cute young high schooler with long dark hair, brought the menu.
"Oh." The blonde said, as if remembering something, "My name's Jean."
"Julie." Julie said, looking at the menu.
"What's good?"
"In this restaurant?" The blonde smiled, "You must be kidding!"
"That bad, is it?"
"Worse."
"Then why do you eat here?" Julie asked. "There isn't anyplace else close by." Jean shrugged.
"Why don't you come down to my parents house?" Julie offered, "We got gobs of food."
"Thanks. But I wouldn't want your folks to go to any trouble for me."
Julie motioned. "Bah! They won't even be there at this time of the day so they won't be the least bit troubled. And it's just right down the block.
Jean laughed. "okay-I'm sold. Lead the way."
"Good." Said Julie, rising, "We can listen to my new records while we eat."
The blonde followed Julie almost eagerly, it seemed, out of the restaurant and across the parking lot. Julie noticed that out in the bright sunlight she was a very attractive girl.
"You live around here?" Julie asked as they walked down the street.
On the other side of the dock." Jean said, watching Julie's unbrassiered breasts bounce as she walked.
Julie failed to notice the look for just then they reached her parents bungalow. They went with the path up the wide steps to the door.
"Come in." Julie said, throwing the door open.
"You bet," the blonde replied.
CHAPTER SIX
Julie rumbled around in the kitchen for a few minutes vainly trying to get together a lunch of some sort. Jean watching cryptically from her vantage point on the kitchen table.
"Spend much time in the kitchen?" Jean asked sarcastically.
Julie turned to her and smiled helplessly. "Just eating, I'm afraid."
Jean rose and took the mixing bowl out of Julie's hands. "Here. Let me help."
"Do you do much cooking?"
Jean shrugged. "Off and on, here and there." She paused. "Now?"
"Yeah." Julie got out a loaf of bread. "So what's happening around these parts? Anything?"
Once again Jean shrugged her uniformed shoulders. "Sometimes lots, sometimes not a
"Do you know that chauffer down the street?" Julie asked suddenly.
Jean rolled her eyes. "You mean Todd. Yeah, I know him. Why?"
"Oh." Julie said casually. "I stopped and talked to him yesterday."
"Watch him." Jean warned. "He's a stud."
"Really?" Julie asked innocently.
"Yeah; if you like that type."
"Is that a question?" Julie asked.
"No, just a statement." Jean fussily turned on the oven controls.
Julie eyed the exposed length of thigh as Jean bent over the oven and strangely felt that old familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach. Quickly she shoved the feeling aside.
"Well." Julie said as they both sat down at the table to wait for the food. "Who else is there interesting around here?"
"I'll tell you what." Jean suggested. "Tomorrow night I'll get everybody together at my pad and we can have a sort of get-acquainted party. What do you say?"
"Great." Julie responded.
"Good! I've been looking for any excuse to throw a party all day and now I've got one."
Julie grinned. "You need an excuse to throw a party?"
"Well, not really. But it makes it sound more official, don't cha think?"
"I guess so." Julie got up and checked the food in the oven.
"How's it doing?" Jean asked.
"Almost done." Julie sat back down. "What time do you have to be back at the store?"
Jean motioned. "Plenty of time-I get a long lunch break."
"Oh, why's that?"
"On weekdays," Jean explained, "there isn't very much business so they don't mind if we take our time having a good healthy lunch."
"That's groovy. Have you worked there long?"
"No, just about a month."
About that time the food was ready and Jean pulled it out of the oven and piled it on their plates. It was Irish stew and it was delicious.
"This is great." Jean said.
Julie nodded her agreement and for a few moments they ate in silence. When they finished the food and cleaned off the plates they went into the living room to listen to a few records before Jean had to return to work.
Unable to help herself, Julie watched as Jean sat down on the sofa and crossed her long legs, exposing a good deal of warm succulent thigh. It was, Julie decided, a most tempting sight in the condition she was in.
Julie sat down next to her new found friend on the couch and started to say something but caught a peculiar gleam in Jean's eyes and changed her mind. She felt Jean's thigh casually brush against hers and suddenly realized that she might not be the only girl with a hunger below her belt and no way of quelching it.
"How do you like the record?" Julie asked conversationally.
"Not bad." Jean answered.
"Yeah." This time Jean obviously pressed her leg against Julie's thigh. Julie started to say something but Jean shook her head negatively and put her finger to her lips.
Julie sat unresisting as Jean gently undid Julie's shirt and spread it open. She caressed Julie's plump breasts with careful eroticism.
Julie lay her head back and shut her eyes against the emotion welling up inside her. She thrilled as Jean's nimble fingers titillated her taut nipples.
Jean's lips found their way to Julie's breasts and her hand undid the snap of Julie's shorts. Julie moaned as Jean stroked her delicate turriness.
Suddenly Jean was on her knees in front of Julie and pulling her shorts and panties off. Julie responded immediately by wrapping her sweaty thighs about Jean's neck and drawing her face against her pulsing cunt.
Probing delicately with her tiny pink tongue, Jean drove Julie nearer and nearer to ecstasy. Her fingers slipped in and out of Julie's asshole.
Julie felt it coming and relaxed as her nerves exploded.. .
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Jean left, Julie just relaxed on the couch in nothing but her shirt. She indeed felt good-not complete satisfaction, the kind she found with a good man, but nevertheless satisfaction of a sort.
She wondered what the party the next night would be like. She certainly hoped that someone interesting would be there. That is to say, some men, and not just a gaggle of gossiping females.
Pajama parties had always bored her during high school, except for the occasional times that some of the boys had raided them. More often than not the usual run of the mill pajama party she had gone to had ended up in some of the girls dabbling in casual lesbianism.
Most of her sexual encounters during high school had been very mild indeed. Julie really didn't get into things until her first couple years of college.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or anything like that, for she was very attractive and had plenty of dates, it was just that she wasn't too terribly interested in sex at that time. like all high school girls she was involved in clothes and fashions and fads.
College, however, had changed a lot of her views toward sex and a good many other things.
The boys she met weren't content with making out in the back seat of their fast new cars for a hour or so after the dance and then, before anything could happen, thanking her for the wonderful evening and taking her home.
The boys she met in the first year of college weren't so particular about where they got it either. They just wanted it immediately.
Julie smiled as she remembered encounters outlandishly quick, hardly enobled by any sexuality at all. "Quickies" the guys usually called them, and they were indeed that. She enjoyed giving gymnastic young collegiates a fast blow job, Julie supposed she could attribute it to her underlying nymphomania. In any event it excited her.
A typical encounter was like the one she'd had the week of finals with a guy in the library. She'd been studying for her math exam in their college's overcrowded library one evening and had been looking through the old stacks of reference books for some obscure bit of information when she bumped into a guy she recognized from sociology class.
"Oh! Hi." Said Julie, smiling.
"Whatcha looking for?" He asked.
"Math research."
"Oh." He eyed her speculatively.
Julie noticed his gaze and, since she was sort of bored from hours of studying, said, "What are you looking for?"
"What are you showing?" He asked, grinning like an idiot who has given his brain a three day pass.
Smiling, Julie lifted her skirt part way up her creamy thighs and said, "Interested?"
"You bet!" he said enthusiastically, "Could I interest you in a walk over to my pad?"
"Haven't got time." Julie said, "I've gotta be somewhere in twenty minutes."
"Well.. .how about a quickie?"
Julie grinned. "That might be arranged."
He looked around when he saw no one was about, asked, "How about a bit of a peek first?"
Julie responded saucily. "If we go down the aisle to the old record stacks I might be persuaded to show off a bit.. . "
Eagerly he accompanied her to the seldom used old record stacks and they found a small hidden dusty corner. He leaned against the shelves watching her.
"Let's see if this gets a rise out of you." Julie said, unbuttoning her blouse. He watched greedily as she slipped it off over her shoulders and then reached around her to undo her bra.
As her plump breasts popped into view, he said, "Yeah, do it!"
Julie grinned at him and untied the cord a-round her waist. Her skirt slithered to the floor over the tops of her brown penny loafer.
She stood before him in garter belt, panties, stockings, and shoes.
"Go." he murmured, sweating visibly.
Shrugging, Julie unsnapped her garter belt. Kicking off her loafers she pulled the nylons and belt off with one fluid motion. Pausing imperceptibly, with her finger stuck inside the waistband of her lace panties. The, with a quick, impatient motion, she pulled them off and stood before him nude.
As he ogled her pulsing pussy, Julie began swaying herself about as if she was dancing. By this time she was completely turned on and as she squirmed against the dusty book-lined shelves, she began fingering herself-her finger massaging her tight little clitoris.
Sweating and moaning softly, she began masturbating in earnest; jamming three fingers in and out of her twat with a passionate intensity. The guy watching her was hastily undoing his gray slacks.
When Julie saw his long, hairy cock before her she had an orgasm. While her orgasm was still going he forced her to her knees in front of him and jammed his aching member into her hot breathed mouth.
Julie, like a woman possessed, sucked energetically on the delicious prick between her lips. He didn't wait long to shoot his load and almost immediately she felt his majestic member pumping its fresh load of spew down her throat. In a moaning abandon she swallowed it.. .
CHAPTER EIGHT
Julie licked her lips as she remembered the hot taste of the man in the library. She smiled and stretched venially, enamored with her sensuality.
The record changed and Julie got up and went over to the window and looked out at the neat rows of identical beach bungalows like candy boxes stretched out down the street. For this, she thought, her parents waited all year, making preparations and plans so they could spend the summer down here doing absolutely nothing but chatter with other bored couples or talk about the businesses that they were neglecting, or their dear, dear friends back in the city.
Julie snorted and swore that if she made any good amount of money in life that she would not throw it away on such trivialities as a bungalow by the seashore. She vowed she would do something with her money.
The trouble was that Julie really didn't know what she wanted to do with her somewhat prolific life, sexually speaking. She had a few plans for when she got out of college but they weren't definite.
Not knowing what else to take, Julie had majored in Business. She didn't terribly enjoy Business but at least she considered it useful.
College was turning into a drag for her. Her college chums had lost a lot of their appeal as she saw more of life and that was the main reason she accompanied her parents to the shore; all her friends in the city would have been unbearably boring to spend a summer vacation with, she knew them much too well for that.
She wanted to make new acquaintances this summer, some really interesting people who were not all wrapped up in the college social life craziness. It was just something she had promised herself to do.
Jean's party seemed like a good place to start. Julie hoped that the party proved to be as much fun as Jean promised it would be.
Not quite sure where Jean was going to find enough people for a really swinging party, Julie had resigned herself to the fact that the party would be unavoidably small. Perhaps cozy was a better word.
It was rather easy for a girl as pretty as Julie to make friends but to make friends who would be good friends was a horse of an entirely different color. Julie had enough Sunday acquaintances already.
Men were another matter entirely. Julie didn't mind meeting a man once and then never seeing him again-provided that they did something interesting that one time they met. Julie had no aspirations at all about marriage or any other such social nonsense. She took her pills regularly and had no intention of becoming pregnant, no matter who the guy was or what he offered.
She had seen too many girlfriends' lives screwed up by the unexpected surprise of a baby. Most of the time it was just a stupid error on the girl's part-pills were easily obtainable anywhere.
Once or twice Julie had gone to bed with a guy without taking her pill and had sweated until her time of the month came around and she was sure she was safe. Each time she did it, she made herself be extra careful about taking her pills in the future.
Bobbi, Julie remembered, had been a great one for forgetting to take her pills and then suddenly realizing the fact as she climbed into bed with a guy. As a result Bobbi took it up the ass a lot and walked around bow-legged for days afterwards ruefully.
Julie couldn't have chosen a more interesting roommate, that was for sure. Bobbi was almost completely uninhibited about sex and Julie was sure more than a little of it had rubbed off on her.
Bobbi's popularity was notably strengthened as the stag film she made, made its rounds of the various fraternities. Rather than being repulsed by the fact, Bobbi was actually elated that she had such a wide selection of virile young men to choose from.
Julie could remember coming home from classes more than one afternoon to find Bobbi cheerfully screwing on the living room rug. Most of the time Bobbi just waved and went right on with it.
However, on one occasion Julie had stepped into her apartment after a day of classes to find Bobbi sitting on the sofa surrounded by three fraternity brothers. Bobbi was dressed only in a garter belt, nylons and high heels.
When Julie stepped in the three guys were involved in an argument about who was to be the first to fuck Bobbi, and they weren't coming to any feasible arrangement. Bobbi steadfastly refused to accommodate all three at the same time and her eyes lit when she saw Julie.
"Julie!" She cried cheerfully as one of the guys stroked her trembling thigh. "Just the person I want to see!"
Julie started to protest but on to battlefield she was drafted.
"Wow! What a roommate!" One of the guys said, sitting her down on the sofa next to Bobbi.
Bobbi turned to her and said, "I promised to give them a strip show with its natural finale but ' She shrugged. "They can't decide who' should begin the finale with me.. . "
CHAPTER NINE
Julie laughed nervously into the three sex-hungry male faces about her. Sweat glistened on their Apolloed brows and Julie knew that Bobbi had used her uniquely powerful gift of exciting the animalism in men well.
"Julie," Bobbie said, "this is Jack, Sam, and Eric."
"Yeah." Eric said.
Sam said to Bobbi, "Why don't you ask your roommate to join the festivities?"
Bobbi looked imploringly at Julie. "How 'bout it, roommate?"
Julie grinned and shrugged. "How can I refuse?"
"That's the spirit!" Jack said, leaning back.
"How about putting on a real show for us?" Sam suggested. "Y'know, sorta to set the mood."
"You look moody enough as it is." Julie stated.
"Aw, com'on Julie." Bobbie prodded. "What would you boys like to see?"
Eric shrugged. "Y'know, you two do something and we'll sit here and watch. Then we just go into whatever happens." He shrugged again.
Bobbi rolled her eyes and turned to Julie. "okay? Shall we humor them?"
"What the hell?" Julie said. "That's what we like to hear,-Julie? Was that it?"
Bobbi pulled on her panties again over her garter belt and nylons and said, "Well, got any suggestions or should we just play it by ear?"
"Yeah." Jack said, "play it by ear."
They exchanged places with the guys. The three sat on the sofa and Julie and Bobbi stood before them. Bobbi unabashedly began unbuttoning Julie's blouse.
Julie picked up on the situation by stroking Bobbi's already distended nipples sensuously. Her blouse slipped to the floor and Bobbi proceeded to undo Julie's wool skirt.
The three guys watched silently as Julie's skirt dropped down around her ankles and she kicked it to one side. Julie paused for a moment to kick off her pumps and slip a pair of spiked heels over her nylon clad feet.
"Effect." Julie explained.
As Julie's bra dropped to the ground, the three fraternity men leaned forward expectantly. Both girls were now clad exactly a-like in panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels.
Bobbi put her hands behind her neck and shook her breasts at the men. They licked their lips hungrily, Eric seemed to be transfixed by
Julies bulging panties. "Do it," Eric urged.
The two girls began rubbing up against each other much to the delight of the three men. Sam sat on the couch with his pants open, frankly playing with his bulb-head cock.
Both girls stripped off their panties, leaving them in garter belts, nylons and heels. Julie began swaying and dancing seductively, her fat twat moving temptingly in front of the three hungry men. Bobbi, watching Sam, was playing with herself sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
"Com' on, Sammy." Bobbi urged the red faced man sitting across from her.
"I am baby," he grunted.
Suddenly Sam drew Bobbi down spread-eagled onto his lap; ramming his pounding prick deep into her honey box just as he went off with a shuddering heave. Bobbi clutched at him convulsively and jumped up and down like an athletic training for the Olympics.
The other two guys, almost frothing at the mouth by this time each reached out and grabbed Julie by her nylon-clad legs, drawing her toward them. They forced her to her knees and made her undress both of them.
Bobbi was groaning and panting heavily. Her nails raked across Sam's broad back with wild abandon that was peculiar to Bobbi.
Julie was confronted with two huge throbbing cocks before her and took a tentative lick at both of their swollen heads. Spew seeped out of Eric's iron member and Julie licked it off with an expression of delight. This proved to be almost too much for Eric's overworked nervous system and he jumped down upon her, ramming his prick down her throat as they fell together.
Jack, not to be outdone, managed to work his oversized penis into Julie's hot-lipped pussy and began working it in and out, after a fashion. He was handicapped by the fact that every time he thrust into her, his face came in contact with Eric's hairy asshole.
Bobbi and Sam, in their fierce exertions, fell off their perch and on top of the other three. Sweat and die pungent smell of spurting spew filled the air and Julie suddenly found that her face and breast were covered with the slimy stuff. She licked greedily at Eric's spurting prick, feeling it swell and jump on her tongue.
Bobbi, tangled with Jack and still pumping with Sammy like the world was on fire, suddenly found Eric's dripping cock at her lips and began sucking greedily. She went off almost at once but Sam kept grinding.
Jack clutched at Julie's breasts cruelly and rammed his frenzied cock deeper than Julie though possible. They went off together, soaking the rug beneath them with their hot love juice.
"God!" Screamed Bobbi.
"No, just Eric."
Bobbi started to comment but Sam chose that time to go off again and she was overcome with emotion. She tore Sam's shirt off in a frenzy.
Julie moaned and rolled over just as Eric wont off again, this time splattering both girls with his hot maleness.. .
CHAPTER TEN
The first thing Jean did when she got home from working at the supermarket was to call her best friend and sometimes bedmate, Sally.
"Wow, there's a new little rich girl in the neighborhood." Jean said.
"Really? What's her name?"
"Julie something. I met her at the supermarket today." Jean explained.
"So what's she like?" Sally asked.
"You can meet her," Jean said, "tomorrow night at the party I'm throwing."
Groovy." Sally paused for an instant. "Is she just here for the summer?"
"Yeah, she's down with her parents."
"Rich, huh?" Sally inquired.
"Reeking of it." Jean said, "but that's not the best part of it."
"Oh?" said Sally curiously. "What then?"
"She's bi, y'know?"
"How'd you find that out?" Sally asked skeptically.
"You wouldn't believe." Jean said.
"So try me." Sally urged.
"Well," Jean said, "she invited me over to her parents' bungalow on my lunch break, y'know?"
"Yeah?" Sally said eagerly.
"So we had something to eat.. . "
Sally interrupted. "So what happened?"
Jean frowned into the phone. "Well, then we went into the living room and ate her."
"Wow." Sally said softly. "What's she like? Y'know.. . "
"Groovy." Jean said enthusiastically. "She's good looking with big boobs and you won't believe her box!"
"Was she," Sally hesitated, "You know-hard to convince?"
"Nah, she wanted it. I think she was frustrated."
"How do you know she's bi and not just an out and out lesbian?" Sally probed.
"Well." Jean paused for an instant. "I was talking to Todd, you know, the chauffer?"
"Yeah." Sally said impatiently.
"Well," Jean continued, "he said that he had met her the night before and in a matter of seconds she was sucking on his bone like a happy puppy!"
"Wow! Sound groovy-I've done that once or twice myself." Sally stated candidly.
"Hmm. Really? I didn't think you dug that sort of thing, y'know?"
"I don't usually." Sally explained, "but I was at a party at his pad one night and you know, he and a couple other guys caught me in the John with my pants down, y'know, started fooling around and got me all hot and bothered. So, well, I sorta sucked off all three, y'know?"
Jean fidgeted. "But you prefer women, don't cha?"
"Sure." Sally said easily. "You oughta know that."
"You oughta getta bite of this Julie cream-puff." Jean said, returning to the original topic of conversation.
"I intend to."
"Why don't you come over?" Jean asked suddenly.
"Now?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Well, okay. I'll be there in about a half hour."
"Fine." They both hung up.
Jean sat back and thought of Sally's lean hungry lips and sweaty thighs. She smiled.
Jean remembered what a strain it had been living at home with her parents. She had a stepbrother who was a few years older than her with whom she'd had her first series of sexual encounters when she was seventeen, two years ago.
Her brother Bill, had been in the bathroom jacking off when she'd walked in on him unexpectedly. He was suitably embarrassed and Jean had dashed out of the bathroom hastily.
However she found that the sight had strangely excited her and the next day she approached him and asked if he would do it for her. At first he was reluctant but Jean was very naive about sex at that time and only saw something vaguely wrong about it. Besides, she was a very good-looking check at seventeen.
Anyway, he had done it for her with much panting and grunting. Jean had watched with unabashed curiosity and the same feeling of excitement.
The next day it was Bill who came to her and asked if she'd like to see him do it again. She agreed eagerly and followed him into the bathroom. Since it was late at night, after their parents had gone to bed, Jean was wearing a pair of light cotton pajamas.
Somehow Bill persuaded her to open her pajama tops so he could get a look at her budding young breasts. Jean wouldn't let him touch them even though the excitement in her grew by the minute.
Jean paused in her erotic recollections to light a cigarette. Making herself more comfortable in the armchair she continued.. .
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her brother had obligingly masturbated that night for Jean and thereafter she was at his heels almost every evening for about a week to see him do it again and again. She didn't exactly know why she liked it, but she had to admit it was more fun than doing homework.
Not satisfied with having simply an interested spectator standing by, Bill tried to get Jean involved as an active participant. Jean was reluctant at first to touch his quivering cock but after she got over her first hesitancy she found it quite pleasing.
From that point on it was a simple matter to get Jean to suck him off. In no time at all their relationship had reached a stage where Bill was coming to her two and three times a week for quickies.
Jean crushed out her half-smoked cigarette and stretched her arms. In time she had realized that Bill was getting too much for her, especially when he started bringing his friends home so his groovy sister could give them a bit of a suck now and then.
So when she had started college she had moved out of the house on the pretense that she wanted to live at the college. Her parents actually thought she was going to college and Jean let them think it and had come to the beach resort and taken a job at the supermarket to pay her rent.
She liked living by herself to a degree. Besides, she had plenty of friends whenever she felt like talking to someone so she wasn't really lonely. She had got involved with Sally mostly because she found that the men that she met didn't appeal to her much anymore.
Occasionally she liked to wake up and find a man next to her but for the most part Sally was much more enjoyable, even if she was sorta bubble-brained. Jean and Sally always had a lot to talk about, even if they had nothing whatsoever to say to each other.
Jean began to prepare supper for herself and Sally, since she always managed to show up just as Jean was sitting down to eat. Scrambling some eggs and sausage, Jean wondered if she had remembered to mail the letter to her parents asking them for money to buy books for her mythical next semester in college life.
Digging through the pockets of her overcoat that she never wore in the warm climate but kept it hanging on the doorknob so she could use it's many pockets as a reference file, Jean found that once again she had forgotten to mail the damn letter. She set the letter on the table, vowing to take it down to the mailbox right after she finished eating and send it winging on its way.
She didn't actually need the money from her parents but it came in pretty handy when she wanted a new dress or some small luxury that she couldn't afford by herself. Besides, her parents were rich enough so they didn't miss the money, or even care.
Jean checked the food and found that it was coming along nicely. Working at a supermarket had a lot to do with the amount of food in the house.
She thought again about Julie and wondered what the party the next night would be like. Parties about the beach were usually very wild or very boring. Jean hoped that hers would be of the wilder variety.
She knew plenty of people to invite but she was sure that half of them wouldn't show for one reason or another though she reminded herself to invite about a third more than she should to offset the fact. It was a simple sort of arithmetic that Jean had made up.
As far as refreshments were concerned all she really needed were a couple of cartons of cokes and some big bags of potato chips. Most of the guests would arrive with their own booze and other goods. What Jean was basically supplying was a place to fall.
The doorbell rang and Jean hastened to answer it. It was, of course, Sally. Soft, small and good-looking; hedonistic impulses well hid an an infectious grin.
"Hi." Sally said, stepping inside and sniffing the air delicately. "Whatcha got cookin'? "
"I figured you'd ask that." Jean grinned, leading the way into the kitchen.
Sally's studied slovenliness generally gave way to a bouncy hunger when she was at Jean's pad. She jumped around the room with her usual tigerish energy and generally got in Jean's way who was trying to set the table.
Fortunately no dishes broke but there were a couple of close calls and Jean finally had to put her foot down and shoo Sally out of the kitchen until everything was prepared. Sally didn't mind at all, in fact she half expected it every time she was at Jean's. Sally liked to be pushed around, she liked to generally make a nuisance of herself. It made her feel good if people noticed her, no matter how they noticed or how she got them to look in the first place. As long as someone looked she felt good.
Jean almost burned the sausage because the butter was too hot but luckily she caught it in time and it wasn't too bad.
"Come and geddit!" Jean yelled sitting down at the table with a sigh.
Sally came dashing into the kitchen and plopped down in a chair. Jean watched her as she dug into the food hungrily.
Outside the sun was just beginning to go down. The stars had forgotten to come out and the night was pitch black and moonless.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next day the rains came down and soaked the beachside resort in pure aphrodisia. No one went out to sun because there was no sun to sun in and no other people to gossip with.
Julie rose to a house hill of parents. She immediately left, donning her raincoat, and trudged down to the supermarket to have a cup of coffee in the restaurant and talk to Jean about the party.
The road was muddy and Julie wished she had worn slacks instead of a skirt because her legs were getting splattered lightly with mud. Just in time she reached the restaurant and ducked inside.
She sat at a table and ordered coffee, black with no sugar. As she drank the warm liquid she noticed that the fairly large restaurant was all but empty. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was right at the beginning of the lunch hour and the place should have been packed, but it wasn't. There were more waitresses than customers.
Julie could think of no reason why the restaurant should be lacking in customers, unless, as Jean had implied, the food was utterly horrible. Somehow, Julie didn't think it was that, not the whole reason anyway.
Her mind rambled pleasingly about the empty room searching for a clue to the reason for its vacancy. The waitresses were all young and pretty, so that should have drawn a minimum number of young men.
Julie checked the menu and found that the prices weren't unreasonable. True, some of the items were overpriced but it was noticeable.
like millions of other mystery fans, Julie loved playing amateur detective. That the rain simply kept people away from the restaurant never occurred to her, anything so devilishly obvious as that couldn't possibly be the answer to a really tricky mystery.
Looking it over from every possible angle, Julie had to admit that the case of the missing lunchers was indeed a stickler. She had noticed no road construction blocking the entrance to the parking lot, so that couldn't be it.
Also there were no union picketers out front carrying signs and keeping people from sympathetically entering the establishment. Besides, Julie surmised by an infallible method of logic, that the help appeared to be fairly well-paid. In other words, that alternative was out too.
Julie decided to sample the food and see if the answer might be there. She called one of the waitresses over and ordered one of the more exotic dishes on the menu.
Scrutinizing the waitress carefully as she took the order, Julie had to admit that the girl seemed to be typical of the species-bored and indifferent. The girl took the menu away and gave the order to the cook in the kitchen who made a face when he saw what it was. Julie took this action to be significant and added it to her other clues, which were few and far between to say the least.
After waiting a reasonable time, much to Julie's disappointment-she had hoped that maybe the service was atrocious and that was the answer, the food arrived. Julie examined the plate and the silverware carefully, looking for food stains, grease, or whatever.
The food was delicious, she had to admit. It was prepared perfected polyphony and blew the hell out of her theory that the chef was deliberately sabotaging die meals.
The waitress was polite in presenting the bill and the bill itself wasn't overly large. Julie signed and left leaving an adequate tip.
When she stepped outside she found that the rain still hadn't let up so she dashed for the supermarket entrance. Coattails, of a muddy sort, flying, she burst through the door of the supermarket as well as one can burst through an electric door that opens slowly.
She stopped inside to look around and found that Jean was on duty at the number five cash register. Julie tried to attract her attention but Jean was involved in a lengthy discussion with a haggard housewife over the price of a loaf of rye bread and didn't look up.
Julie stood there for a few moments trying to decide what to do when she saw Todd, the chauffer, pushing a cart down the produce aisle. Happily she set out in pursuit and caught him at the frozen foods.
"Hi. "Julie said.
Todd grinned. "Hi yourself, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to one of the salesgirls." Julie motioned over her shoulder.
"Jean?" He asked.
"Yeah. Do you know her?" Julie said.
"Sure. She's having a party tonight."
"Are you invited?" Julie said.
"Yeah, so are you from what I heard, is that what you wanted to talk to her about?" Todd piled food into his cart without looking.
"I guess I don't need to see her now."
"So what are you going to do now?" Todd asked.
Julie shrugged. "I don't know, got any suggestions?"
Todd grinned wolfishly. "How about coming over to my place and helping me cook dinner?"
"That's all?" Julie said in a tone of disbelief.
"That's all I can think of right now." Todd pushed the cart down the aisle.
"I'm sure you'll come up with something better when we get there." Julie said, following him to the check-out stand.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Todd's apartment was sparsely furnished. It was comfortable however and Julie liked it immediately as they stepped inside from the rain.
He took her rain coat and said, "Be back in a flash." and disappeared.
"Make it a hot flash." Julie called after him.
She strolled around the living room picking up this and that curio and examining it. Todd it seemed collected all sorts of odd things.
Julie was examining a particularly interesting piece of driftwood when Todd came back in with two cups of steaming coffee. He handed one to her.
"There you go," He said, "Warm you up."
"Great." Julie said, tasting the coffee, "Just what the doctor ordered."
"How are you at cooking?" Todd asked. "Hopeless, you?"
Todd laughed. "You're a great help. I'm probably the world's worst cook."
"You can't be." Julie said. "I am."
"Well, com' on." He took her arm and led her toward the kitchen.
Julie laughed. "You're making a big mistake leading me to the kitchen."
"Maybe we can whip up something together."
Todd explained in the kitchen.
"okay. But I warned you."
"I stand warned." Todd said, putting away the food he had just bought.
"What are we going to fix?" Julie asked.
"What would you like?"
"Nothing," Julie said, "I just ate."
Todd stood on a chair to reach the top shelf. "Good, more for me."
"Cheerful bastard, aren't you?" Julie obligingly held the chair steady.
"I'm twice the bastard if you get to know me."
"That sounds like an odd way of bragging." Julie looked through the icebox.
"I wasn't bragging." Todd climbed down from the chair.
"I'm already growing to love you." Julie said sarcastically, hand on hip.
"Fine." He took out a thick steak. "Sure you won't join me in this?"
"No." Julie said, "but why don't you suggest something else and maybe I will?"
"All right," Todd said, "How about a can of peas?
"That's not quite what I meant."
"What did you mean?" Todd pretended innocence to Julie's annoyance.
"I can't tell. "She said. "Why?"
"I promised my mother not to until I was twenty one." Julie smiled.
"Really?" Todd said. "Why would she do something as foolish as that?"
Julie shrugged. "Who can say why parents do anything? They just do."
"Do they?"
"Indeed they do." Julie responded.
"Are your parents rich?" Todd asked.
"Rich enough to afford a bungalow on the beach," Julie said, "Why?"
Todd shrugged. "Just wondering."
"I haven't got a cent." Julie said.
"Didn't think so." Todd said. "I always wind up with the poverty cases."
"I'm not exactly a poverty case." Julie protested.
"You are if you've not got a cent."
Julie shrugged. "That's the way it goes then, I'll just be a poverty case."
"Of course." Todd said, "there are other things in life than money.. . "
"What?" Julie asked.
Todd eyed her speculatively. "Oh.. .this and that. I'm sure you know."
"Maybe I do."
"So?" Todd said, "Why wouldn't you say it before?"
"I told you-My mother forbid me to."
"Do you always listen to your mother?" Todd asked sarcastically.
"All the time." Julie teased.
"Must be pretty boring."
"Terribly." Julie responded.
"Wouldn't you consider crossing your mother just once?" Todd asked.
"I might be persuaded.. . "
"Or tempted?" Todd prodded.
"Or tempted." Julie helped him cut up the tomatoes for a salad.
"What would tempt you?"
Julie grinned at him. "Why don't you experiment?"
Todd put his hands on his hips. "Well, since supper evidently doesn't turn you on.. . "
"I just ate. Remember."
". . .we'll have to think of something else.. . "
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After Todd had eaten, they both went into the living room and sat down to listen to a few records. Julie commented on the extent of his record collection and expressed the emotion of envy.
Julie, by some odd quirk, was inexplicably horny by this time and she kept wishing that Todd would grab her and drag her off into the bedroom. Todd however was quite content to sit and listen.
Deciding to take things into her own hands and do a bit of gentle persuading. She stood up and began dancing sensually to the record.
Todd watched with a smile on his face at first, enjoying her lithe body movements. His expression changed however when Julie began sex-ily unbuttoning her blouse in time to the beat of the music.
Eager he watched as the blouse dropped to the floor and Julie's black lace brassier lept into view. She rubbed her hands sensually around die straps.
Slowly Julie's hands moved down to the snap on her dress and with a quick motion undid it. It dropped to the floor and she kicked it to the side.
Todd was thoroughly engrossed by this time and Julie smiled obviously pleased by her success. She sensually rubbed her silk covered crotch as she danced and felt the love juice begin to flow.
Todd stared transfixed at the girl in front of him. Julie was wearing only bra and panties, garter-belt, nylons and shoes by this time.
Julie kicked her shoes off one at a time, narrowly missing a lamp with one. Todd, however, was too busy watching to notice it.
Reaching behind herself Julie undid her bra and pulled it off with a flourish. Her nipples were as taut as bowstrings and she was visibly turned on.
Todd was sweating nicely, Julie noticed. She teasingly caressed her breasts, bring her marble sized nipples to an acute sense of awareness.
The record changed and a record with a fast heavy beat came on in its place. Julie improvised a wild dance that sent her pendulous breasts bouncing.
Julie judged that Todd was just about to the point where he would heap up and drag her down to the floor. She prepared for the finishing touch.
Quickly she unsnapped her garter belt and wiggled out of her nylons like a snake out of its second skin. Then, swaying and grinding, she moved closer to where the sweating Todd was sitting.
No more than a few inches away from his face she began pushing down her wringing wet panties. Her deliciously plump twat hung right before his eyes.
It didn't take Todd long to react. In an instant he had his arms around her thighs and was licking her pussy like a happy puppy.
Thoroughly excited, Julie stumbled back and they both fell onto the carpeted floor of the living room. Julie spread her legs as she fell.
Todd's tongue dug deeply into her waiting cunt and Julie's flaming thighs closed around his ears. Julie gave a low moan of desire.
Todd's hands crept up her sides to her tight breasts, forcing her legs into the air. Her whole body trembled with spasms of passion.
Julie's throbbing clitoris jumped and pumped at every flick of Todd's tasting tongue. She felt her muscles fall into a position of submission.
Suddenly Todd switched his head around and brought his crotch up against her face. Julie nearly ripped his pants off of him in an every ounce effort to get his pants down so she could take a suck on his cock.
Finally she got his pants down to his knees and jammed his sweaty prick's length down into her mouth. She sucked like it was her last meal.
Todd's muscular hips drove his cock in and out of her salivating mouth in a frenzy of desire. His whole chin was now immersed in the warm folds of her furnace like pussy, open for business.
Suddenly Todd jumped off of her and rolled her over on her stomach. He buried his face between her perspiring flanks and began licking her tight asshole ardently while Julie moaned beneath him.
Julie squirmed about, rubbing her nipples raw on the rough rug covered laminated floor. She screamed slightly as Todd jammed three fingers into her box.
Heaving and heating they rolled back and forth across the floor of the living room. On one roll Julie kicked over the coffee table.
Todd changed positions once again and, with Julie still on her stomach, entered her from behind. His massive member slipping easily into her honey-yielding depths and driving her senses to madness.
For a fierce moment Julie thought her whole wonderful nervous system was going to collapse with pleasure. However, before that happened Todd exploded inside her like a bomb going off and Julie exploded right along with him.. .
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Julie supped out of Todd's apartment without making a sound. He had fallen asleep almost as soon as he had finished fucking her and there had been nothing else left to do but get dressed and leave.
Much to her dismay it was still raining and the sky looked as gruesome as ever. Deciding to ignore the rain, Julie made her way toward the deserted beach.
No one else was out as she walked along the boardwalk and the sea raged and swelled like a thing alive. Somehow, through all the uproar, it seemed supremely peaceful to Julie in her wrought up state.
Julie considered the sea. It was always there, never changing yet always changing. It was as frightening as it was peaceful.
Many fives had been lost to the oceans of the world. Julie wondered how many water washed skeletons lay beneath the ocean's depths.
Ships were safer in present times but still people were lost to the merciless sea. People jumped off bridges and children drowned every year at the various seashores.
Perhaps the sea was demanding tribute, or sacrifice? Julie could well imagine that possible.
Perhaps the sea was really a giant living organism feeding off the pitiful race of man? Not much of a meal, Julie thought, not much.
There were old folk talky tales, of course, to support what ever theory one wanted to produce about the sea. Anything was possible.
Julie strolled through the gummy sands and tried to imagine a creature as gigantic as an entire ocean. It absolutely staggered her.
She had to admit though that the theory would explain a lot of things that had puzzled men in the past. Sudden storms, ships lost at sea and things like that.
Julie watched a scroungy mongrel dog capering along the shore in unabashed delight. She smiled at the antics of the poor dog.
That's me, Julie thought to herself, dancing along in the rain like a stupid sonofabitch. She had to admit that the dog was having fun.
She wondered what the dog was actually thinking at that moment, if it was thinking anything at all. Probably just feeling good.
Julie walked out on a dock and looked at all the sailboats and yachts moored securely against the storm. They looked like duck decoys.
She sat down on the edge of the dock with her feet hanging over the churning water and watched the sky. The sun wasn't even visible.
Winds blew out of the east with a calf killing power behind them. Julie pulled her raincoat collar up tighter around her neck.
She wondered what her parents were doing on this rainy weekday frowsy afternoon. They were no doubt immersed in an exciting game of checkers.
In any event, they wouldn't be doing anything the least bit interesting. So she knew if she went home she would be bored stiff.
She couldn't sit out on the dock forever either because of the bad weather. If she did in a matter of another hour she would be frozen stiff.
Julie didn't want to return to Todd's. He was a nice guy but didn't really have a whole lot on the ball, he was a little too stupid.
With a sigh Julie rose and decided to walk back to her house and change clothes and then go down to the supermarket. She could sit in the restaurant until it was time for the big party.
As she trudged home she realized that she sure enough was soaked clean through to the skin. It didn't bother her in the least.
Her temperature had cooled down now from her hot little episode with Todd and now she was beginning to feel chilled. She shivered and hurried on, hoping to get on home before she caught a cold.
Her parents weren't even home when she got there. There was a note on the refrigerator telling her to eat something and that they had driven down the coast to see a movie and have dinner out.
Julie was thankful for the fact that there were gone and dug into the icebox with a passion. Sex always gave her a good appetite.
Making a gigantic sandwich she wondered what she was going to wear to the party. Standing in the kitchen she stripped all of her soggy clothes off and stood there nude and put mustard on her sandwich.
She didn't get dressed when she went into the living room to eat her sandwich still nude. She enjoyed the feel of the air.
Finishing her sandwich, Julie lazily scratched her full pussy and wondered what everyone would say if she went to the party like she was. Not much probably.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Julie padded around the house nude, looking for something to read and kill time before she got dressed. She'd already seen all the magazines in the living room and didn't particularly feel like reading them again.
Searching everywhere for something she hadn't read, Julie ended up in her parent's room. Curiously she looked through the closets and, on her father's side, she found some pamphlets that really looked interesting.
Taking them back into the living room, she sat down on the sofa. She picked up the first one. It was called "Lesbian Lovliness" and the pictures inside were really gagglers, or so Julie thought.
She knew books like these existed but she had never actually seen any. The two girls the book photographically displayed weren't the least bit shy-the first two photos were front shots of each of them nude.
The pictures hot hairier as the feeble story line progressed. It showed the girls eating each other out and playing with each other.
Eagerly, Julie picked up the second book and opened it up. This book was even more exciting to her because it was with two men and a girl.
Un-like most of the "nudist" magazines, which only mildly excited Julie, in the photos in the book Julie was looking at the men both had hard-ons. She had to admit that the pictures were definitely titillating.
Julie knew a little about these sort of magazines and the people who modeled for them because Bobbi had done a little of it to make some extra money. She didn't know, however, that they went this far.
The girl in the book was a pretty brunette with a good figure. The second page actually showed her with her hand around one of the guy's cock.
Julie read on avidly, feeling her thighs grow warm and tingling. There were a few close-ups of the chick sucking on the guy's cock while the other man fingered the girl.
The pictures showed the men entering the girl from about a dozen different positions. Every position was depicted as starkly as possible.
By the time Julie put the book down she was fully turned on and rarin' to go. She caressed her nipples and excited herself even more.
Pleased by the hot flashes that ran up and down her spine, Julie dug her fingers between the luscious folds of her cunt and sought out her throbbing clit.
Unable to control herself she began to massage the tiny pink pearl frantically. Her thighs quivering and jumping as her senses flamed.
Grunting and moaning she squirmed around on the couch and stimulated herself to an orgasm. Shuddering like a wounded buffalo she lay there.
After the pleasure had drained from her sweat-covered body Julie just lay there for a long while staring at the ceiling. Her eyes closed.
Julie dreamed she was in the middle of a forest, standing naked and alone. The feeling was terrifying because it was night time.
All around her strange noises could be heard and Julie was frightened of every single one of them. The trees about her seemed to have a separate life of their own and were moving their limbs oddly.
Julie fell to her knees and noticed that the grass was stained with black axle grease. Puzzled, she looked around for a car.
Suddenly the trees to the right of her dissolved and a weird auto came chugging into view. It was tall and had pipe belching shuddering puffs of green smoke in the back. It's huge spoked wheels creaked and groaned as it moved across the foliage toward Julie.
Terrified, she tried to hide behind a tree but the tree dissolved and she was left standing defenseless before the awesome metal monster.
Then she noticed a small window in a tree to her left and went over and looked inside. Inside the trunk of the tree was a tiny room where her mother and father were energetically screwing.
Turning back to the machine she saw thankfully that it had stopped and was presently idling on the edge of the clearing. A door on its left side stepped open and out jumped Todd, as naked as herself.
Julie laughed relievedly and waved at him. However he was looking off to the side and didn't notice her. Julie looked to see what held his attention and saw Jean a few yards away sitting on a log.
Jean was also naked except for a nurse's hat and she had a limb jammed up her pussy and was energetically working it in and out. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously enjoying it.
Julie watched entranced, as did Todd, as Jean had orgasm after orgasm in the span of a few seconds. Her whole body trembled with exertion.
Covertly, Julie stole a glance at Todd and noticed with a start that his prick had swollen to twice it's normal size. With a crafty look on her face she began to creep toward him.. .
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Julie finished getting dressed for the party and looked at the results in the full-length mirror by the front door on her way out. She was wearing a low-cut full blue dress that only came to mid-thigh, a pair of yellow tights and dark blue heels. Her hair was done up and she had on tiny gold ear-rings and a small gold necklace around her neck. She had on no bra and no panties on under the tights. Critically she decided that the effect was most pleasing.
As she stepped outside she was happy to find that with the coming of nightfall the rain had stopped. The air was fresh and the stars hung boldly in the sky. Shutting the door behind her she started off down the street in the direction of Jean's apartment.
The dream had made Julie incredibly horny and as she walked past the silent houses under the soft glow of streetlights, she wondered what she could do about it. She didn't have much time before the party and she didn't want to masturbate again.
When she was about four blocks away from her destination and walking down a small side-street, she bumped into a middle-aged man just climbing out of his car. He wasn't especially handsome but Julie's mind immediately flashed with perverse desire for him.
"Pardon me!" He said, holding her by the shoulders and helping her regain her balance.
"That's okay." Julie said, smiling warmly at him. His eyes took in her sumptuous figure deliberately and Julie's nipples tightened under the loose cloth of the dress.
The man seemed reluctant to let go of her and Julie didn't press the issue. Noticing that no one else seemed to t be on the .street just then she decided to push her advantage to the utmost in limit.
"My, you're strong." Julie said innocently, stepping out of his grip and leaning against the car seductively. He enjoyed her flattery.
"Really?" He asked, preening his feathers.
"Sure. And I like the way you look at a woman." Julie played with her daring neckline.
Sweat began to involuntarily bead up on his brow. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but he was all for it, that was obvious.
"Anybody can look." he said distractedly watching as Julie slowly pulled down one side of her neckline to reveal the top of a small pink nipple.
"W-would you like to come-uh-inside?" He asked nervously.
"I don't know.. . " Julie teased, "I sorta like it out here? Don't you?"
"Sure, sure." He mumbled, not even listening to what she was saying.
Julie watched with delight his utter absorption in the nipple that kept popping in and out of her dress. She was even exciting herself as it rubbed against the rough fabric of the dress.
"like a nibble?" she asked, covering it back up again to his dismay.
"Yeah, do it." He responded, moving closer, his eyes still on her neckline.
Julie grabbed the neckline with both hands and tugged it downward slightly. Both of her lusciously plump breasts popped out into view and the man immediately bent over and began sucking the left one.
Julie grinned to herself and enjoyed the rough feel of his tongue across the soft surfaces of her breast. She had no doubt now that she could get what she wanted from him, even if he wanted to resist.
Pushing him away coquettishly, she covered her breasts back up and said to him, "Try this on for size.. . "
Turning around, she bent face down over the fender of the car and flipped her dress up in the back. With one quick motion she pushed her tights down to her knees and left him staring at her plump pink ass.
"Christ Almighty!" He said in a soft tone approaching the edge of panic.
"Com'on," Julie teased, wiggling her ass at him in the cool air, "let's see if you fit."
There was the sound of a zipper being pulled down by trembling hands and Julie grinned in the darkness. She hoped he would hurry though.
Suddenly she felt his hot prick on the back of her thighs, probing for the waiting lips of her pussy. He found them and jammed an astounding length of cock up into her, Julie shuddered convulsively.
Then he began ramming it into her so hard that it actually lifted her right off her feet. Her senses shrieked in a culmination of desire and terror.
Heaving and jerking the man battered her against the unyielding side of the car with his own powerful rhythm. Julie moaned and whined.
His prick was so huge inside her that Julie felt that she would split right up the middle from its ferocious plunges into her pussy. She went off with a gasp and flooded the gutters with her juices.
Still he didn't stop and Julie felt herself being drawn inexonerably toward even greater heights of passion. She scratched and beat on the car as his pumping increased in rhythmic surges.
Tears streaming down her face, Julie went off again and this time her mighty companion accompanied her. Higher and higher her mind flew.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
After the man had gone into the house Julie stood there on the street for a moment straightening her clothes. She tried to calm her jumping nerves before she got to Jean's house and the party.
Feeling an indefinable sense of accomplishment she strode along the street, looking at the house numbers. At last she came to what looked like the right place since the street was crowded with cars.
The door was almost immediately opened as she knocked and Jean dragged her in cheerfully. She looked very good in a white mini-dress.
"Hey! Where you been?" Jean bubbled.
"Sorry I'm late." Julie said, looking around the crowded apartment.
"Come in and meet everybody." Jean tugged her into the living room and began introducing her to a great assortment of young people. Julie hadn't realized that there were so many at the resort.
Someone handed her a drink and Julie accepted it gratefully. Her nerves thanked her for the cool fire of the liquor as she drained the glass in one swallow.
Julie was glad to see a cross-section of handsome males in the crowd. All in all it looked like a pretty lively group for a party.
The stereo was blasting out sound in a corner but everyone was discouraged from dancing by the fact that there wasn't enough room to move around in. As a result, most people just swayed sympathetically.
A good looking guy with a lecherous smile filled up Julie's glass again and Julie thanked him with a return smile. His eyes however, were not on hers but on the magnificent swell of her breasts.
He maneuvered her off into a fairly panic-' less corner and asked what her name was. Julie j told him and in return found that his was Will J and that he was a gas-station attendant at a station down town.
"New here?" he asked her after introducing himself.
"Yes," Julie replied, "I came down with my parents this year for a peek at the beach."
"It's great down here except for all the old people."
"I noticed." Julie said, rolling her eyes. "Where do they all come from?"
Will shrugged. "Who knows? They just keep coming like like lemmings to the sea."
Julie grinned. "Do you know the hostess very well?"
"Jean?" He said, "Sure, we been friends for a while."
Just then Todd walked past and Julie caught his arm. "Hey, hello."
He grinned at her and paused. "Oh, hi. So you made if after all?"
"Yeah." She paused, remembering Will. "Do you two know each other."
"Yah." Will said easily. "What's with Todd?"
"Not much." Todd shrugged and motioned. "This party is too crowded."
"I agree." said Julie. "What made Jean invite so many people?"
Will snorted. "She didn't think half of them would show up."
"Guess we fooled her." Julie remarked.
"Why don't we all see if we can sneak out on the terrace?" Todd suggested.
Julie nodded and followed the two guys as they made their way through the surging crowd. Everyone had something to say to everyone else.
They slipped through a pair of glass doors and found them selves outside on a quiet, deserted terrace. Will stretched his arms out expansively.
"This is more like it." Will said. "Yeah." Julie agreed looking out over the glittering resort to the ocean in the distance.
"Fresh air and a full moon. I hope neither of you are werewolves."
Todd laughed along with Will and said, "No, not yet. But you can never tell what might happen."
"I think it might be nice to be a werewolf.. . " Will mused aloud, ". . .on a night like this. I could creep around the bungalows frightening old ladies in hair curlers half out of whatever wits they have left, and generally just have a hell of a good time with it."
Julie looked at him. "You're a winner, Will. Where do you ever get such weird ideas?"
"It comes from eating too many raw oysters." Todd explained jokingly.
"Yeah." Will said. "But you know what they say about raw oysters."
Julie laughed. "Oh, that!"
"What else is there?" Will asked innocently.
"Yeah." Todd joined in. "What?"
"Well.. . " Julie thought for a moment, "There's card tricks and soda pop."
Will dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "Not a chance." He said.
Todd, it seemed, concurred with him.
"Well," Julie said, "then I suppose that's all there is." The guys nodded lecherously.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Standing at the rail of the terrace watching the lights of the harbor flick on and off, Julie was reminded of the apartment she rented in her sophomore year in college. Bobbi hadn't roomed with her then, it had been another girl named Carol.
Carol had been a bubbly brunette with a beautiful sweet face that drove men wild. They had rented an apartment near the college with a terrace like the one Julie was standing on now in the moonlight.
They had looked at the apartment together, exclaiming how well decorated it was and what a nice view it had. Carol, it seemed, was entranced by the terrace.
The landlord, a fat hairy man in his late forties, had accompanied them up to the room and stood by the door leering at them as they looked about. After a few minutes they finished looking and asked the rent.
"Hundred an' fifty." he said impassively.
Both of the girls faces fell and Julie managed to say, "We weren't prepared to pay quite that much.. . "
"How much did you want to spend?" He asked.
"No more than a hundred and twenty five." Julie stated firmly, "Have you got any other places here that are a bit less expensive?"
The landlord stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. In an easy voice he said, "No, but we might come to some kinda agreement, y'know?"
"What kind of agreement?" Carol asked eagerly, she really dug the place and didn't want to see it slip through her hands so easily.
The landlord spread his hands and shrugged. "I dunno. Thought you'd maybe have somthin' in mind." He looked slyly at Carol's exquisite figure. "Y'know?"
Both girls caught what he was aiming at and Julie gave Carol a questioning look. Carol shrugged imperceptibly.
"We might come up with something.. . " Julie said, moving closer.
"What did you have in mind?" Carol asked innocently.
"Wall.. . " He stroked his stubbled chin. Suddenly he grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Maybe a little cattin'? "
"That might be arranged.. . " Carol said seductively.
The landlord grinned and went over and sat down on the soft sofa. "okay, do it."
"How much off the rent?" Julie asked.
"The extra twenty-five." He said.
Julie thought for a moment. "Both of us?" she asked after a minute.
He nodded sleekly and Julie said, "Make it fifty."
"Never do." He said positively.
"Com'on." Julie bargained, "Twenty-five is hardly fair for the both of us-make it each." Carol kept silent but nodded in full agreement.
"Couldn't justify it in the books." He stated. "Tell you what I'll do-I'll make it thirty: fifteen each. OK?"
Julie shook her head vigorously. "Nope, no good.';
"All right. I'll make it twenty each; I can't go no higher than that and in return I get it from each of you once a month plus a couple of quickies in between."
"Julie considered the offer. She looked at Carol and crossed her arms. Carol shrugged and nodded.
"okay." Julie said, "forty bucks on the terms you describe.
His face lit up as both of the ripe college girls began to undress before him. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head through strain.
Both girls, giggling at each other, stripped completely and then sat down on either side of him. Quickly they began to undress him.
Although the landlord was fat and rather ugly, Carol was practically foaming at the mouth with emotion as she pulled off his sweaty underpants.
Julie tickled his dangling balls experimentally and he grabbed her roughly and pulled her into a position where he could clamp his thick lips about her pulsing nipples. Carol began licking his stiffened cock like a huge lollipop, its huge red head swelling and steaming.
One of his huge meaty hands crept down a-long the flat plain of Julie's stomach and grabbed ahold of her warm pussy tightly. One finger slipped inside and found what he was looking for-her fiery clit.
Carol began to moan and nibble frantically at his cock and balls, saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth uncontrollably. Her whole body tingled in an awareness of primitive passion.
Suddenly Carol kneeled up and sat spread-eagled on the landlord's sweaty lap. His prick slid into her and Carol let out a long shuddering gasp and instantly had an orgasm clutching Julie's back.
Carol's unfettered passion excited Julie even more and she rubbed her heavy pussy against the landlord's hairy chest with a convulsive motion. Fire tingled pleasingly all along the nerves of her legs.
Groaning and moaning the un-likely trio struggled on the powder blue sofa. Energy poured from their collective passions and heated the room.
With a guttural exclamation the landlord went off inside of Carol's already juicy box. She gave a short scream as he swelled inside her.
It was that moment that Julie chose to go off with a shuddering heave against his chest.
Julie was shaken from her pleasant reverie on the terrace by the realization that Will was saying something to her.. . .
CHAPTER TWENTY
Julie turned in the direction of the voice. "What?" she said. "I wasn't listening.. . "
Todd laughed and nudged Will in the ribs good-naturedly. "You oughta listen."
Julie smiled. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"Nothing much." Todd said.
"Want a cigarette?" Will asked, offering her a pack.
Julie accepted it and Will lit it for her with a small silver lighter he pulled from his pocket. His eyes flicked across her neckline as he did so.
"How's the drink?" Todd asked, wondering why.
"okay." Julie said, taking a sip. "You two are certainly being helpful."
"We have ulterior motives." Will said.
"Oh?" Julie raised her eyebrows. "And what would those be, pray tell?"
Will glanced at Todd and together they laughed. Julie smiled uncomfortably and took another sip of her drink. She casually leaned against the terrace railing and looked at the two eager young men standing before her.
Todd moved closer and gently ran his finger over the exposed portions of her breast. Julie trembled at the touch and Will watched her reaction delightedly.
"Ah-boys.. . ? " Julie began to protest but Will had reached out and had slipped one strap of her dress off her shoulder. She set down her drink.
"What?" Todd asked innocently, pulling the other strap down over her other shoulder.
"I don't know.. . " Julie hesitated but the two guys pulled her arms out of the straps. "You shouldn't.. . "
Her dress dropped down around her ankles and she stood there in only a pair of yellow tights, heels, and a matching set of earrings and necklace. Her nipples were hard as marbles in the cool night air.
Each guy took a breast and began caressing it. Julie's eyes dilated with the pleasurable feelings she was experiencing. She leaned back against the rail.
"How's that?" Todd asked, pinching her nipple cruelly between his fingers.
Julie jumped and said, "Hey! Be careful-I only got tow of those and I'd like to keep them!"
Will chuckled and bent over and licked her other pulsing nipple, then he looked up at Todd.
"That's the way she means." He turned to Julie. "Soft and easy-right?"
Julie began to say something but the words were cut off as Todd spoke to Will.
"You do things your way and I'll do 'em mine." He grinned like a baboon.
"Wouldn't you boys like to see what else I've got to offer?" Julie put in.
"Did you have to ask?" Will said.
Both Will and Todd stepped back eagerly for a better view. With a slight smile playing about the corner of her lips Julie seductively slid the tights off her ample hips.
Bending over she pushed them down around her ankles with her dress. Then she straightened up again and grasped the rail behind her.
"Well?" she said, "How's that?"
Both guys stared at the tempting black triangle of hair that stood out sharply against the whiteness of her thighs. She moved her hips sexily.
"Yeah!" said Will under his breath.
Excited by their devout attention, Julie pulled herself up and sat perched on the railing. Carefully, so as not to fall off, she bent over and unbuckled her shoes, kicking them off with her tights and dress.
Now completely nude except for her jewelry, Julie brought her knees up level with her chin, resting her feet on the back of a nearby patio-chair. She spread her sweating thighs apart and gave the two guys a look directly into the tantalizing, half-opened lips of her juicy pussy.
They watched glassy-eyed as she licked her middle finger and slid it into the rich folds of her cunt, grunting with pleasure. Grinning she began to massage her heavy clitoris.
Will was the first to break out of his trance. He reached out and pulled her off the railing and onto her feet before him. Arms about each other they kissed lightly then he pushed her passionately down in the chair.
"She needs something good to cure her ills!" Todd said and winked at Will.
Will grinned and went over to the other side of the terrace and pulled a long-handled broom out of the shadows. He held it up triumphantly.
"How's this?" Will said.
"Great!" Todd said and turned to Julie. "Now well see just how deep that juicy little box of yours is."
Julie eyed the broom dubiously and with more the handle between her half closed thighs.
"Com' on." said Todd. "Open up."
With a sigh Julie spread her legs. Almost immediately she felt a horrible length of broomstick slide into her warm pussy. Julie gasped involuntarily.
Grinning and perspiring, Will, aided by Todd began to work the handle around inside her. Her beaded clitoris jumped at every motion the broomstick made.
Julie closed her eyes.. .
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Dawn spread across the sea. Slowly, without stopping for breath anywhere along the way it came. The fog that hung around the houses dissipated into small fingers of mist and then vanished altogether.
Before one such finger of mist disappeared it tickled awake the small huddled form sleeping in a lawn chair on the terrace. The girl stirred slightly and opened her eyes to the growing half-light.
Christ, Julie thought, what a night. She looked down at herself and found that she was still nude but someone had thoughtfully covered with an old raincoat.
Sitting up, Julie pulled the raincoat on and buttoned it up to her neck. She rubbed her hands together and then yawned, realizing every bone in her body ached.
Slowly it came back to her what had transpired the night before and why she was lying nude on Jean's terrace. She smiled and stretched again-remembering.
After Will and Todd had had their fun with the broom handle they had climbed aboard to have some fun for themselves and give Julie some real meat.
Will had fucked her first and then Todd began. Unfortunately, before he could get anywhere they had been interrupted by the fact that the party had found them.
People rushed out onto the terrace, crowding around Todd and Julie for a better view of the passionate proceedings. Undaunted by the audience surrounding him and spurred on by their cheers, Todd continued.
Julie remembered vaguely many sweaty faces and bulging eyes as Todd pounded his flesh into hers. She also recalled being inordinately excited by the fact.
After Todd, there had been others, many others. The terrace had become the scene of an orgy with couples screwing all over in every available space.
This went on until almost dawn and then Julie remembered she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Puzzled, she wondered who had covered her with the raincoat.
No one else was out on the terrace and Julie stood up and stepped through the door to the living room. Here it was quite a different story.
Nude or nearly nude men and women were sprawled out in every conceivable posture they could find to sleep in. The room was literally littered with people.
Julie stepped over everyone and made her way to the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly vacant and she proceeded to scrounge around for some breakfast.
She didn't find much-a few pieces of bread and a couple of bedraggled slices of baloney. Shrugging, Julie slapped them together and began munching.
It took her a while to find her clothes since there were clothes scattered everywhere about the apartment. Heading for the bathroom she got dressed and tried to make herself look at least halfway presentable.
Deciding that she didn't look half bad, she slipped out the front door and out onto the early morning street. Whistling to herself, she headed for home.
It was the time of morning when the sun hadn't decided whether it would rise or not. It still hesitated over the edges of the horizon nervously.
The street was quiet as Julie's heels tapped a-long the sidewalks. Occasionally a startled dog barked in something akin to irritation but otherwise the tranquility of the town remained undisturbed.
Deeply Julie breathed the fresh slate-gray air into her lungs. She smiled and swung her arms at her sides, glad she was alive on such a day.
And alive she was-her cheeks glowed with ruddy good health. It seemed that the passionate muscular way of orgies agreed with her metabolism.
Usually at such an hour in the city the streets would already be jammed with early morning traffic. People on their way to work would be ducking red lights.
But here, at the resort, there was no traffic. There were no deadlines to meet and everyone slept as late as they wanted to without fear.
Time's passage wove through varicolored fragments of reality as Julie walked along immersed in the glory of the morning and the feel of the air. The windows of cars glinted like prisms in the sunlight that was just beginning to rise about and encircle the town with its glow.
The parking lots she passed were all empty and looking strangely forlorn in their emptiness. Gulls wheeled overhead, searching for stray bits of food to feed their demanding young back at their seaside nests.
Somewhere, perhaps further down the rocky coastline, a flock of herons screamed and took to the air with a rush of wings. They rose up and crossed the sun.
All this Julie took in with her wide awake senses as she walked along the empty resort streets with dawn on her bare shoulders. The chill in the air was just enough to make her feel awake and vibrant inside.
As she approached the supermarket where Jean worked she suddenly decided to stop at the restaurant next door and have a cup of coffee before going home. Without breaking stride she turned her steps in that direction.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Julie looked around the coffee shop and restaurant as she sipped her coffee. There were a few fishermen sitting at a table directly across from her and she noticed that she was getting more than her share of looks.
She realized part of the reason why-her dress was hardly what one expected to see over breakfast, with earrings, etc. She hadn't been able to find her tights at Jean's and was therefore comfortably nude but for her revealing dress and heels.
Her dress was very short and, since she was sitting down, it rode almost all the way up her thighs. One of the fishermen was furtively looking at her long legs and Julie realized that if she uncrossed them he would be looking right at the soft hairiness of her moist-lipped pussy.
Smiling she sipped her coffee. Deciding to let him wonder for a while longer.
She called a waitress over and ordered a huge breakfast, noticing that the fishermen would be in the restaurant for a while anyway because they hadn't gotten their orders yet from the cook and were still bent over cups of coffee. The waitress set silverware out in front of Julie.
All through the breakfast the three fishermen kept glancing over at Julie's crossed legs, it gave her a good feeling. Gradually they finished their breakfasts.
Gathering her composure about her, Julie decided that if she was going to act the time was now. Casually, without attracting attention, she shifted down in the seat so that her skirt rode up almost to her hips.
One of the men looked over at her, his eyes falling casually to a point under the table. She noticed that he looked more sharply than before. Julie imagined that he could indistinctly make out a slight fuzzy darkness between her crossed thighs and grinned inwardly to herself.
Deliberately she uncrossed her legs, seeing sweat break out on the man's forehead. He nudged his buddies furtively and they all looked on.
There could be no mistake in what they saw now. Julie, however, was having fun and spread her legs apart as far as the table legs would allow.
The men exchanged looks at this juice-dripping phenomena and one of them, the youngest of the three, got up and nonchalantly made his way over to Julie's table. He stopped and looked at her and she crossed her legs once again.
"Hi." He said in a friendly tone of voice, "mind if I sit down?"
"Not at all." Julie said, smiling as he sat.
"You looked kinda lonely sitting over here all by yourself." He tried to sound casual.
Julie shrugged. "Y'know, not much to do around this town, a girl can get bored."
He jumped at the pallid bait easily. "Does a little sea crusie sound like fun? Just on a Fishing boat."
Julie's eyes lit up. "Great! Do you have one?"
"Yeah." He pointed to his two grinning comrades. "We're partners. It wouldn't be too imagine but I could promise you it would be a lot of fun.
"When do we leave?" Julie asked.
"Wall.. . " He thought for a moment. "We were thinkin' of leavin' right after breakfast but I guess we could wait if you wanted to go home and change.. . "
"No need for that." Julie protested, "I'll just wear what I have on if you don't mind."
His eyes glinted. "Not at all! That'll be fine."
"Where's your boat?" Julie asked.
"Down in the Marina."
"Oh." She picked up her check and smiled, We might as well get going, right?"
The fisherman jumped eagerly to his feet and beckoned to his two buddies, who dashed over.
All four then proceeded to the cash register.
After they stepped outside there was a round of introductions and Julie found that the three fishermen were Mike, Joe and Laramie. She introduced herself in turn and then they set out for the Marina.
The Marina was only a few blocks away from the restaurant. It was a large, multi-docked la-good that came in off the ocean where various gaily painted pleasure boats, trawlers, houseboats and yachts floated.
They stopped at the building that served as a service center for the marina and got a few things that they needed. Julie watched curiously.
She found that their fishing boat was, although not as beautiful as a yacht, picturesque in its own way. It was delightfully belligerent looking and floated on the water of the lagoon like it owned the place.
The tide was high and very few boats were out on the ocean. Most of the ones that were out to sea were fishing boats like their own.
Julie took off her heels and gingerly stepped aboard the boat. The three men followed after her like three hungry puppies who just heard mess call.
Grinning to herself, Julie watched the three well-muscled men straining to cast away the ropes that held the ship to the dock. Within the span of a few minutes they were underway and chugging out of the Marina.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Julie sat on a pile of ropes in the front of the boat and watched the shoreline drift past. Tiny white houses lined the shore and gave it an enchanted look.
The wind blew through her hair and made her feel as if the boat was actually going much faster than it was. She savored the taste of the salt and seaweed drifting in the warm morning air and laughed aloud.
The men were far too busy getting the boat out of the marina and into the ocean to bother with their pretty passenger. Later when they settled down to the routine of fishing, then they would have time to waste.
Julie didn't mind the neglect at all. She felt fine just sitting in the wind with the spray occasionally splashing over the side into her face.
In the distance she could see the hazy forms of other boats bobbing on the silvery mirror of the ocean, like decoys for a covey of ducks. Only with these size decoys the hunter would have to be a giant.
The air swarmed with sounds. Sounds of the boat beneath her chugging and puffing to make its way out into open water and then begin the serious business of fishing. The sounds of duckcalls off somewhere in the reeds.
The sounds of the water beating rhythmically against the sturdy sides of the little boat. It was a drowsy, almost hypnotic type of sound.
On the shore to the left Julie could see two dogs and a tiny boy running along the beach with a happy abandon. The sight somehow made her happy.
They were getting further out now and the shore and the figures upon it receded to mere blurs on the landscape. Trees stood out strangely colored in the wan, misty, dissipating light of the morning.
They were headed down and around the point, Julie could see. There was a small, almost closed in bay there where she had heard one of the men say the fish were running thick as flies over a lump of sugar.
Slowly the little boat plowed it's way through the waters toward its secluded goal. Julie was sure she knew the unspoken reason the men had chosen the bay but she chose to remain silent and let it pass.
Within ten or fifteen minutes they had left the last of the beach bungalows behind and now the shoreline-was filled with unexplored areas of "woodland and a huge game preserve that the government maintained for the state. It gave
Julie a feeling that she was an explorer charting for the first time the headwaters of the mighty Mississippi.
The tiny cove slid into view as they came around a bend in the shoreline. One of the men cut the engine down almost to idling and the boat shuddered.
They glided into the cove with an easy forward motion and Julie took in the deep green quiet gratefully. It was a very peaceful place to spend a morning.
Suddenly the engine stopped completely and the men were busy for an instant securing the anchor lines. Julie stretched and stood up slowly.
Nets were tossed overboard. They splashed into the water and sank immediately in the hazy green water, leaving ripples to makr their passage.
Finished for a moment with the work involved, the men leaned back and their thoughts turned to their delightful passenger. Julie grinned at them.
"How do you like our ship?" Mike said.
"Great, do you go out like this every day?" Julie asked, watching them.
It was Joe who answered. "Yeah, when the weather is okay." His eyes ran down her body greedily.
"Would you like to go for a swim?" Laramie asked.
Julie shrugged. "Maybe in a little while. Right now I really don't feel like it."
Julie walked over to where the three men were sitting and said, "Have you got anything to drink on board, or is that against the rules?"
"You bet!" Mike said, jumping to his feet and dashing into the cabin.
"Out here for the summer?" Laramie asked, squinting his eyes against the glare of the sun.
Julie motioned diffidently. "Yeah, I think it was a mistake though."
"Why do you say that?" Said Mike, arriving with the drinks, four of them.
"Not much fun around." Accepting a drink, Julie continued, "Nothin' to do.. . "
Joe grinned. "Well, that can be solved.. . "
"Really? How?"
Joe patted Julie on the ass. "I imagine we could think of somethng."
"I imagine you could. "Julie said.
"How's the drink?" Mike asked.
Julie tasted hers and said, "Fine, do you guys make much money at this?"
Laramie shrugged and said, "Not a whole lot, not a little either."
"Oh," Julie said.
"Do you like this cove?" Joe asked. "It's not bad." Julie said, looking around, ". . .if you like privacy.. . "
"We will.. . "Mike said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Julie could see that the three men weren't in anyway in the mood for extensive teasing games. She could see the angry passion within their eyes.
"Well, boys.. . " She said lightly, slipping one strap off over her shoulder, "Who's first in?"
Mike spoke up first. "Me." He said simply.
Laramie nodded sympathetically. "Yeah?Who gave you prior rights to her?"
Mike shrugged, "Why not let the lady decide for herself?"
"Oh no you don't," Julie said, "I'm not getting involved in this, it doesn't matter to me which of you goes first. All I got to say is that you can't all have it at once so you'll have to work it out your own way."
"Let's draw straws." Joe suggested.
"We're on a boat," Mike replied dispassionately, "not a fucking farm."
"How about flipping coins?" Laramie said, "Odd man wins."
"Okay." Mike agreed reluctantly. He, as the other two, began searching in his pockets for a coin.
Joe won the toss and Julie shrugged and said to him. "Congratulations. Right here?" Joe frowned and pointed to the cabin.
"Okay," Julie said, "Wherever you want.. . "
She followed him into the dim lit cabin and sat down on the narrow bunk inside. It smelled of fish and various other nautical nicety wonders.
Julie shrugged out of her dress and sat completely nude before the sweating Joe. He was out of his clothes and upon her in a flash.
The entire fuck was short, violent and totally dissatisfying from Julie's viewpoint. He was on and off her before she had a chance to sweat.
Before she had a chance to protest he was up and pulling on his pants. Julie didn't say anything as he walked out the companionway.
She just lay there in the position Joe had left her, with her legs spread eagled on her back. Waiting for the next man to come down, Julie sighed.
Mike was next and he was as bad if not worse than Joe. Julie was trembling from an excess of frustration when he put his pants back on.
She hoped that at least Laramie couldn't be any worse than his two comrades but she was rightfully wrong, she found out. If anything, he was the worse thus far, going off almost as soon as he had penetrated her.
After he had gone up to the deck Julie got shakily to her feet and slipped her dress on over her head. Frustration welled hot up inside her like a great hot balloon.
Making her way upstairs to the deck she told die three grinning fools of fishermen to let her off the boat. Reluctantly they made their way to a small shabby dock on the far end of the cover, puzzled by her reaction.
Julie didn't bother to explain her reasons for wanting to leave their as by magic presences. She just jumped off the boat when the boat reached die dock without so much as a backward glance to the three.
The dock led to a small weather beaten dirt road that led through the woods. Julie decided to follow it, thankful to be going away from the cove.
After she walked about a mile without seeing any sign of civilization Julie realized that it might be a long hungry walk back to her home. Determinedly she increased her pace and didn't count the miles.
She must've walked about five miles in her bare feet, she'd foolishly left her shoes back on the boat, when she came across a small town.
It hardly had the right to be called a town. What it really was, was one gas-station, a few houses and a general store, not a whole lot else.
Julie looked tiredly around for some signs of life. All that was in sight was one mongrel dog taking a shit on the other side of the street.
Julie walked over to the gas station and looked about. There was a young man in the back, he couldn't have been more than fifteen, repairing a tube.
"Hey!! " she called and was pleased to see that he looked up and came scurrying over.
" Whatcha want?" he asked, scrutinized her with widening innocent eyes.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You must be lost if you found this place." The boy commented smartly.
"I am. Where am I?" Julie asked again.
" 'bout five miles from civilization." the boy said peering around, "Where's you car?"
"I don't have one." Julie said wearily, "I was wondering if I could get a ride."
He looked at her quizzically, "Where ya wanta go?"
Julie told him and he shook his head. "Ain't nobody here but me, Paw took everyone into town today for shoppin'. "
"Is there a car around?" Julie asked.
He pointed over his shoulder and said, "Yah, a truck in the back, but I can't let you use it."
"Can't you drive me?" Julie asked.
Again the boy shook his head. "I could drive ya there but Paw said I wasn't supposed-do leave.. . "
Julie moved closer. "Don't you want to help me?" Julie asked.
The boy gulped when she touched his arm lightly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Julie unbuttoned the boy's shirt. "It wouldn't take long-just about an hour. Your pa'd never know.. . "
She began to stroke his chest and he said nervously. "I-I don't know if.. . "
Her hand lightly slipped down the front of his pants and she squeezed his throbbing cock. "Com' on." she whispered into his ear.
"But. . "he began to protest.
Julie unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down around his knees with his under pants. She caressed his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.
He gulped and closed his eyes tightly as Julie fell to her knees before him. She took the soft pulsing head of his cock in her mouth hungrily.
She began sucking with the full force of her pent up passion and he shot his load into her mouth almost immediately. Choking and gasping Julie pulled away.
He pulled up his pants again right quick and said in a distracted tone of voice, "ah-okay, I guess I can drive ya."
Julie stood up and watched as his form disappeared around the side of the garage after the truck. She stood there waiting unhindered by any morals whatsoever.
He brought the ancient truck around with a squeal of tires. Julie hoped that the vehicle would hold up long enough to get her home.
She jumped in and just had time to shut the door before he pulled away. He roared out onto the road and stamped on the acceleration.
Grinning like an idiot, he steered the car down the winding country road with a kind of controlled abandon. Julie closed her eyes and prayed.
They made it about half way back and were entering die industrial section of the beach resort when the truck gave a sort of groan and died. Julie groaned to herself and the boy cursed like a trooper.
After an hour of fruitless trying, the boy decided that it wouldn't start. He shrugged, said he was sorry, and immediately began hiking back home.
Julie watched him go with a feeling that the gods were all against her for some unfathomable reason. Wearily she started off down the road in the opposite direction.
As she passed one Chemical Plant, she saw that a truck was just coming out of its gate. Frantically she waved it down and it pulled over and picked her up.
The driver was a burly foreman who worked in the plant and was just on his way back to town. Julie thanked him profusely for the ride.
As they drove Julie noticed that he kept glancing over at her with a very well-now look on his face. Wearily she smiled at him and kept silent.
The road he took into the town was unfamiliar to Julie but she didn't say anything because she wasn't familiar with the town anyway. After a little while he pulled over to a small restaurant and stopped.
"Want a drink or somethin' to drink?" He leered at her across the wheel.
"I could use a drink." Julie said, knowing what was on his evil little mind.
"Good." he stated and climbed out of the truck and lumbered toward the cafe.
Julie jumped out and followed him in. It was dimly lit and there were only two other customers. They took a table in the back and sat down.
The truck driver ordered a round of drinks and chatter with the waitress, whom he obviously knew well. Julie surmised that he must stop at the cafe a lot.
Julie finished off her drink in silence. The truck driver watched her through slitted eyes all the while and Julie tried not to notice.
After a few minutes the truck driver got up, excused himself and went over to talk to a story book cafe owner standing behind the bar. They only talked for a few moments and evidently agreed on something because the driver came back to where she was sitting with a smile on his face.
"Need some rest?" He asked tactlessly.
Seeing no point in beating around the bush Julie said, "I could use some."
"Great." He said, rubbing his great hairy paws together, "Joesy said we could use the room out back for a while. Okay?"
Julie shrugged and allowed him to take her by the arm and lead her out the back door of the cafe. They went down a short hallway where they came to a small room furnished only with an armchair and a big bed.
"This'll do nicely." Julie said.
"Imagine it'll have to." He grinned.
Julie grinned back tiredly. "This is the best?"
"Best available." He nodded.
"What the hell." Julie said and sat down upon the largely lumpy bed.
"Yeah." said the truck driver taking off his shirt, "What the hell?"
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The truck driver, Julie found as his pants hit the ground was hung like a horse. Just the sight of such a magnificent quivering cock set senses aflame within her well-frustrated and weary body.
He didn't say anything as he approached her sitting on the bed but just grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her down on her back. Shoving her dress up around her waist, he bent over and began licking at her moist pussy with his heavy probing tongue.
Julie closed her eyes and let the emotion wash through her as her clitoris was massaged and sucked to a state of bliss. In an instant he was upon her and his giant member went sliding into her twat.
Julie jerked and gasped as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her with a kind of controlled daring violence. In a great gushing torrent she went off and through spasms of pleasure realized he was still going.
On and on he went, driving himself into her faster and faster. Julie clung to him for dear life and twice more boggling orgasms washed all the feeling from her sweating, trembling, tortured body.
Just when she thought that it would be impossible to take anymore he exploded inside her. Spew spilled from her twat and ran out soaking the sheets.
Julie dimly felt him, hairy and huge, pulling himself away from her. That was about all she felt because a few seconds later she passed out.
When she woke it was quite dark outside the one window of the room and for a moment she couldn't remember where she was. Then the image of the truck driver came back to her and with it everything else.
She sat up and looked around. The truck driver was nowhere about. Quickly she hopped out of bed and straightened the wrinkles best she could.
Going into the cafe, she asked the man behind the bar if he had seen the guy she came in with. He said that the man had left hours ago.
Disheartened, Julie walked out the door of the cafe and saw that night had just fallen. She resigned herself to a long walk home.
As she walked she took care to watch the road behind her for signs of approaching cars she might hitch a ride with. Although she didn't want to end up in another cafe, she didn't feel like walking.
After about a half hour a Cadillac stopped and picked her up. A fat man with a cigar was behind the wheel and he told her to hop in.
Julie did, gratefully and the car roared off toward town. They drove in silence for a few seconds.
"Look sorta bedraggled." The fat man said. "Well," Julie shrugged, "It's been a rough day."
"Sorry to hear that."
Julie stared out the window of the car. "Do you have a house around here?"
"Yeah," he nodded vigorously, "Big one on the beach, like to stop an' see it."
Julie looked at the man. "Why not?"
"Good!" he grinned, "I can have my servants fix you a big supper and you can get cleaned and refreshed. Later I can take you home."
"Okay." Julie said, "You got yourself a deal."
"Fine." He paused. "You jus' down here for the summer?"
"Yeah," Julie said, "just for the summer."
"Do you like it?" the man asked.
"I'm beginning to," Julie revealed.
"Yeah, it sorta grows on you after awhile, like gangrene."
Julie laughed along with him at his feeble joke. "I suppose its okay."
"Yep." he said, "it'll have to do."
The conversation came to a halt as they approached what could only be described as a mansion. Huge white columns supported the roof and the grounds were spacious and well kept.
"What do you do?" Julie asked as they stepped inside the front door.
"I'm a movie producer." He said, handing his coat and hat to a nearby servant.
They went into a living room where they sat down. The producer, whose name was Rex Williams, had drinks brought in then turned to Julie.
"You're very pretty. Have you ever thought of acting?" He asked.
"A little." Julie admitted.
"'I'd like to make a screen test on you." He stated in a firm voice.
"Really?" Julie was awed. "That'd be great."
"I've got a studio out back." He motioned over his shoulder, "Maybe you could give me a reading after dinner?"
"Great!" Julie said, "But who would I read with?"
"My buder has had some theatrical experience-I even sometimes use him for small parts in my movies."
"That would be fine." Julie said, sipping her drink.
After she had washed up they went in and had a gigantic dinner. Julie had very seldom eaten at such a long table or had such quantities of food.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The studio was fairly large and the producer said he would pay her for the test because she looked like she needed the money. They he sent her off with the maid and a make up man to get ready.
As the make-up man put body make up all over her Julie realized that the type of movies that Mr. Williams produced were undoubtedly seen by all male audiences. However, she didn't protest because it sounded like fun.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she found that her costume consisted of a bra, see-through silk panties, a garter belt, wide mesh nylons and a pair of spiked heels. When she walked into the studio she found, besides Mr. Williams, two camera men and the butler.
"Okay, honey." The producer said to her. "Are you ready?"
Julie nodded and said, "As I'll ever be, what did I do?"
He explained. "Jim will knock at the fake door over there. You answer it and pretend to invite him in. Oh, you'll have to put on the dress you brought with you, okay?" Julie nodded and he continued. "Then you two sit down on the couch and begin making out." He paused for a moment to light a cigarette. "Then Jim pulls your dress off and undoes your bra. He plays with your nipples for a few minutes and then he starts sucking on them. You pant and moan and play it up great. Okay so far?" Julie nodded again. "After that he slips his hand down your panties and fingers you for a while. Then he strips the rest of your clothes off and you lay back on the sofa. He eats you out while you moan and squirm, y'know, then he rolls you over on your belly and eats out your asshole. Right. Then he gets up and you undress him. You kneel up on the sofa and play with his cock, draw it out as long as possible. Then you blow him. Oh, when he goes off he'll pull his prick out a ways but keep your mouth open because we wanta get a shot of the stuff spurting into your mouth. Then he climbs on top of you and screws you. Then your asshole. Then he sits up and you jump up and down on his lap. Then he climbs on top of you and screws you. Then standing up. Then you lean over the couch and he screws you from behind." Williams paused for a moment, trying to think if there was anything else. Finally he said. "I guess that'll do. Okay?"
Julie nodded dumbly. She really couldn't think of anything to say to the man.
They didn't get finished shooting until almost dawn and Julie was a nervous repairable wreck. Her body was absolutely plastered with spew from head to toe and she ached everywhere.
They led her to a hot bath and they gave her a bed to sleep it off in. When she woke up the sun was just going down and she realized she had slept the day away.
The producer wasn't home when she rose so Julie took the clothes she had been wearing in the film, put them on, and left. She hadn't the ba-guest idea of what direction her home lay in but she figured she'd find it soon enough if she just got moving.
The evening was cool and involved with fresh salt smells, invigorating to a certain extent. She walked steadily, refreshed by the face that she had slept all day.
There was a slight breeze off the ocean and after about a half four of walking she realized that she was only a few blocks away from her so welcome heated homestead. She quickened her pace.
Although home, to her, wasn't always the most desirable place to be, she had to admit that tonight it would be a welcome relief from the events of the past couple days. Julie imagined that she could even stand her parents for one evening at home.
She would admit that she'd had fun of a sort for the past couple days but what she needed now more than anything was a chance to recuperate and lick her wounds. Being received in the line of pleasure made them no less wounds.
Unlocking the door with a key she drew from under the mat, Julie stepped inside and went into the living room. Instead of finding her parents she found a note on the lined coffee table that said that they went out for dinner and a show and would be quite late in returning.
Julie sat down with a sigh and began to leaf through some magazines. Since she had slept all day she was restless and not the least inclined to sit around the house all evening reading magazines.
She stood up and went over to the bay window. Looking out at the calm tranquility of the sea she began to recall the time summer before last when she had stayed in the city and taken summer courses at the college.
No roommates were available to share the expenses so Julie had taken an apartment by herself near the college. It had been a nice little place with trees outside the window and a pool in the court.
One of the girls in her math class had sold her a huge plastic cock early in the summer term and Julie had had a lot of fun with it. She remembered it had a small vibrator installed inside it and it grew warm as it was turned on.
Julie very seldom had friends over that summer because she didn't know anyone that was in any of her classes. All her winter semester friends had gone off for the summer vacation to their homes or wherever.
As a result Julie was left to herself a lot. She pleasurably spent a lot of her leisure time involved in long sexual fantasies and autoeroticism.
It was a pleasurable pastime and she had the plastic prick to solace her if she felt she needed it. However, all that had changed when Mark appeared on the scene.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Julie had met Mark in a crowded little coffee shop one afternoon during her lunch hour. There had been no vacant tables and so she had asked him if she could sit at his.
"No, go right ahead." Mark said, barely looking up from his soup.
"Thanks." Julie said. She began to eat her lunch in silence.
After a few minutes he looked up at her and asked, "Are you in college here?"
Julie smiled and looked at him. "Yes." she stated simply.
Mark was quite a good looking guy in Julie's estimation. He had dark wavy hair that fell down in his eyes so that he was continually pushing it back out of his vision. He was impeccably dressed and had a wonderfully well-muscled body.
"So do I," he confided. "What's your major?"
"Business." Julie had replied.
"Oh, I see." He had turned back to his soup.
"What's wrong with being a business major?" Julie asked.
Mark looked up and smiled. "Why, nothing at all, I suppose, if you like that kind of thing."
"What's your major?" Julie asked belligerently. "Art," he stated matter-of-factly. "Wow." Julie said, "Are you a painter."
"I'm trying to be one."
Julie paused for a moment. "My name's Julie." She held out her hand.
"Mark smiled. "Man does not live by art majors alone."
Julie rolled her eyes. "Christ, was that bad."
Mark shrugged. "What did you expect, I'm an artist, not a poet."
"I still expected something more imaginative from an art major," Julie said.
"If you give me a few minutes maybe I can come up with something."
"Never mind." Julie was beginning to like Mark. "I'll ignore it this time."
He said sarcastically. "Thank you, m'lady."
"Cheeky little bastard, aren't you?" Julie said.
Mark bowed his head humbly. "We try harder."
"You're just a barrel of laughs."
Mark shrugged and returned to eating his soup. "Well."
"Is that all you're having for lunch?" Julie pointed to the bowl of soup. "All I can afford." Mark said. "Hey, that's no way to live. A growing boy needs lots of good food."
Mark sighed. "This growing boy knows that."
Julie thought for a moment. "Tell you what. Why don't you stop over at my pad tonight and I'll fix you up a real meal with all the trimmings?"
"You got a deal." Mark said eagerly.
"Good." Julie said. She gave him her address and told him to be there at seven. He agreed happily and then Julie had to leave for class.
She skipped her last class that day to go to the market and pick up some food for the dinner that night. For some reason she felt strangely excited by the thought of entertaining an artist for dinner.
Spending way too much on feed, her next stop was the dress shop where she picked up a couple of casual items that she thought would most impress her hungry guest. Julie felt that her loneliness would at least have an out for one evening, if nothing else came of it.
After the dress shop came the liquor store and then the music store for some new albums. It wasn't really her intention to seduce the guy but she figured that it wouldn't hurt to set the stage.
She had to call a taxi to lug all the stuff home from the stores and by the time she got back to her pad it was already two hours before he was due to arrive.
Julie was a flurry of activity getting everything ready. She had to prepare the food so it would be hot when he arrived at the front door.
Happy as a deer during rutting season, Julie prepared the lavish dinner skillfully. She made sure that everything was going to taste perfect.
Dimming all the lights in the dining room, she set out candles and was pleased with the soft glow that they gave. Then she put the record player on law and went to check her food in the kitchen.
Finally everything was finished and she had just enough time to get dressed before Mark arrived. She put the food in the oven to warm till he got thee.
In her bedroom she changed into a parrot colored pair of lounging pajamas and small yellow slippers. She looked at herself critically in the mirror and, after much debate, decided to get rid of the bra and wear only bikini panties under the sheer pajamas.
Surveying herself in the mirror once again, Julie decided that the effect was just perfect. Her nipples were just barely visible through die material of the dazzling pajamas.
At that instant the doorbell rang and Julie dashed out to answer it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Mark was attired in his usual sloppy elegance of a brown sweater, jeans and a pair of leather sandals. She smiled and showed him in.
Julie could see that he was impressed with the apartment and especially the way she looked. He casually kept glancing at her half-revealed nipples.
Over dinner they got better acquainted. Mark was awed by the amount of food.
"You didn't have to go to all this trouble on my account." He said.
Julie shrugged, "No trouble at all."
"I haven't seen this much real food in ages."
Julie grinned. "You oughta eat better."
"Can't." He explained around a mouthful of food. "I need all my money for supplies."
"Art supplies couldn't cost that much." Julie said.
"I don't have that much."
"Where do you live?" Julie asked suddenly.
"On the other side of Gilby Hall." He shrugged apologetically, it was a crummy section of town.
"Doesn't sound too great." Julie said.
"It isn't." Mark started in on seconds. "But it'll do until I can afford something better."
"Do you have enough room to work in?" she asked.
"Well, not really, it is rather cluttered." He admitted ruefully.
Julie looked around her own spacious apartment and suddenly a thought struck her. However, she didn't voice the thought immediately but rather changed the topic.
"How's the wine?" she asked.
"Great." He said.
It gave her a good feeling to see a man wolfing down her cooking the way Mark was doing. She felt that she had really made a friend, maybe more if she played her many and various cards right.
After dinner they went into the living room to have coffee and listen to her new records. Mark told her all about the painting he was doing.
Julie listened raptly as he talked about art and its position in society. Had anyone but Mark tried to explain it to her she would have been utterly bored within the span of a few minutes.
He chattered on and on and they had a discussion about the relative value of symbolism. Julie felt that she held her own pretty well but
Mark was an extremely intelligent person and rather hard to beat.
The evening passed swiftly. Outside the sounds of the city died away one by one with the coming of night and the great machine ground to a halt.
Timidly at first, as if they were afraid of being seen by anyone, the stars came out and then banished the fragments of day from the sky. The moon, a trifle bit tardy, followed quietly on their heels.
In all the houses that made up the city people were doing numberless different things. Some watched television, some played cards, some went partying. Nowhere, however, did two people do exactly the same thing.
Everything is strange, thought Julie, as Mark talked on. Everyone doing different things, you'd think in a city this size there'd be at least two people who were mimicking each other's motions and thoughts.
Half the world in darkness, half in light. It was as if there was a giant celestial plan somewhere that had as its heading "There shall be variety" in blazing letters and some deitific entity saw that the command was carried out down to the smallest detail.
No two things a-like, ever. There weren't even any duplications allowed in the cosmic plan.
Everything had to be the tiniest bit different.
Julie spoke of this to Mark and he was delighted with her perceptiveness but he challenged the truth of her statements. He said that there had to be some part of some things that were present in other things. Some tiny bit was shared. If Julie's theory were true and everything had nothing in common with anything else in the world, and in fact the whole cosmos, would be in a self defeating state of atrophy.
Julie wrangled with him for nearly an hour and they still hadn't gotten anywhere as far as an agreement was concerned so they decided to drop the subject. There were a few awkward moments of silence.
Julie broke the silence by leaning over and kissing Mark full on the lips. He reacted in a satisfactory manner by kissing her back.
In an instant they were in each other's arms and immersed in passion from head to toe. Julie felt her pajamas slip to the floor and smiled inwardly.
Mark caressed her plump breasts and, bending down, began licking her distended nipples. Julie rolled her head back and moaned with pleasure.
Faster and faster her pulses raced. Gently she felt Mark's lips make their way across the flat plain of her stomach toward the aching furriness that lay between her thighs.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Mark had moved in with her the next day, Julie remembered. They had gotten along together so well that she didn't see how anything could ever go wrong.
But go wrong it did. It wasn't a big bang, like the kind that most relationships ended with, but rather a slow disintegration to End.
It was basically just a clash of personalities that led to the Anal breakup. Mark was taciturn while Julie was flamboyant and outgoing.
Things go wrong, even if neither party really wants them to they do sometimes. That just about described the way it was with Mark and Julie.
It had taken Julie a long time to get over losing Mark and it still hurt when she thought about it. This was the first time she had for a while.
Julie turned away from the window with a sigh and decided to go see what she could scrounge up to eat. She realized that she was fairly hungry.
Smiling, she thought about the stag film and Mr. Williams. He had been a dirty old man but she had enjoyed sparring with the buder.
Julie was half way through a ham sandwich when the phone rang. She set down her sandwich and picked up the phone. Julie: Hello?
Jean: Hi ya kid, whatcha been up to. I haven't heard from you since the night of the party.
Julie: Oh, not much.
Jean: That was some party, wasn't it.
Julie: Yeah, where were you, by the way?
Jean: I was right in there with the rest of 'em.
Julie: I only saw you once-when you let me in.
Jean: Sorry, I was busy, I meant to talk to you.
Julie: That's all right, I was pretty busy myself.
Jean: I noticed, you must've laid every guy there.
Julie: I felt like it the next morning. Jean: I imagine you did.
Julie: I never realized all my muscles could ache at once.
Jean: Did you stay at my pad?
Julie: Yeah, I slept on the terrace.
Jean: Betcha that was cold.
Julie: Some nice somebody covered me with a raincoat.
Jean: Good. I'd hate to be responsible for you catching pneumonia.
Julie: I hate to catch it, no matter who was responsible for it.
Jean: I didn't hear you leave.
Julie: I didn't want to disturb anybody.
Jean: You couldn't have disturbed me. Julie: Why not? Jean: I was in the bedroom. Julie: Oh?
Jean: Yeah, with about eight bodies on top of me.
Julie: Sounds like you had your fun.
Jean: I did indeed.
Julie: What shape is the paid in?
Jean: God! You oughta see it.
Julie: Why p
Jean: It's gonna take me a week to get all the spew outa the carpet.
Julie: That bad, huh?
Jean: Worse. Somebody busted the bed.
Julie: How'd they do that?
Jean: Bouncing on it too hard, I guess.
Julie: Better not let the landlord see it.
Jean: Doesn't matter.
Julie: Why not?
Jean: He was at the party? Don't you remember? Julie: No, should I? Jean: He screwed you.
Julie: I stopped counting after the fourth one. Jean: Well.. .guess I'd better be going. Julie: Yeah, hey-I'll meet you for lunch tomorrow.
Jean: Okay, at the restaurant? Julie: Yeah, about noon.
Jean: Fine. See you then. Bye. Julie: Bye.
Julie returned the phone to its cradle and picked up her awful sandwich once again. She returned to the living room and sat down.
Julie wondered if Jean was as hard core lesbian as she professed to be, or if it was merely an act. She didn't put it past the girl.
Finished with her sandwich, Julie picked up a magazine and began idly leafing through the pages. She paused for an instant to read an article that looked like it might be interesting but wasn't.
She wondered if the rest of the summer vacation would be as eventful. Her feelings were mixing up inside her on rather she cared or not.
With a gesture of impatience she flung down the tattered magazine and began to pace about the room. She was already bored and restless with her evening at home.
EPILOGUE
The tide moved sluggishly against the base of the bluff. It seemed to be inexplicably tired of its life long rush against the cliffs.
The distance was cracked by the sound of a foghorn down along the coast somewhere braying it's defiance to Neptune and whatever other Gods ruled the ocean. It was a lonely faraway sound.
With a fluttering of wings a pair of seagulls strove to reach the heavens with their frail feathers. Clouds loomed down upon them menacingly.
Nowhere is quite like the sea. Ominous and terribly introspective it ran deep and true in the same silent grooves it had run in since the beginnings of time.
There was no way to escape its terrible clutching finality or its inexorable rhythm if you lived along one of the many coastlines of the world. It was there, continuously a undercurrent to daily life.
Things are easy to explain away and easy to hide. The sea has a logic of its own that is based on nothing quite so unimportant as human reasoning.
Julie sat cross-legged on the bluff overlooking the ocean and watched the tide come in. Dusk was approaching and she watched the stars come out with a bored, middle-class apathy that was bred into her.. .
