The passions and desires that most people only dream about are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances on a psychiatrist's couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on an occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and-experimentation-are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about a married adult who, while still in love with her mate, finds herself getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes her lifestyle, and forever changes the workings of her marriage.
And while she struggles to come to terms with her new way of life, she also struggles to keep up a facade of respectability-while behind the scenes she embarks upon a path condemned by many but which, for her, is a new lease on life.
WILD AND WILLING WIFE-the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"It's a hot day," he said pleasantly. "But I can see you're dressed for it. You look like a cool breeze in that outfit."
"Gee, thanks" Julie Hoyle answered.
Julie was blushing slightly, surprised by the handsome stranger's compliment as they rode alone together in the hotel elevator.
"What's that fabric you're wearing?" the man asked. "I swear I can almost see through it. Is that you underneath or just my imagination?"
Julie blushed some more. But she tried to hold her own.
"That's the real me under there," she said.
"Mmmm, nice," the stranger murmured, his eyes tracing the outline of Julie's body through her sheer clothing.
Julie's skin prickled as the stranger looked at her. She was determined not to give ground, though. She was a married woman now and too secure and respectable to be intimidated by some fresh guy.
"What do you wear under that outfit?" the man said, "Nothing, I'll bet. No bra. No panties, it must feel good when a breeze shoots up between your legs."
"I... I beg your pardon," Julie stammered, giving ground anyway.
"You're naked under that dress, aren't you?" the stranger hissed. "And tan all over."
What he was saying was true, even the tan, and Julie flinched. She was starting to fall under the stranger's spell.
"How did you know... know those things about me were t-true?" Julie asked, starting with a blurt and ending with a wispy cough.
"I know you, baby," the man said arrogantly. "I know your type like I know the back of my hand. You're twenty-one... twenty-two, recently married, maybe even on your honeymoon. You've promised yourself you're going to be a good wife, but the truth is that you're still not sure you're ready to settle down with one man."
"This... this is... outrageous," Julie weakly protested.
However, the word she wanted to use was "incredible." For everything the stranger had said of her was factual. Could this man read her mind, she wondered.
Julie was indeed on her honeymoon. Twenty-four hours ago, on her twenty-second birthday, she had married Arthur Hoyle at the Lake Union Methodist Church.
The instant the vows had been exchanged, Julie had started wondering if Art Hoyle was the only man she would have for the rest of her life, and whether she really wanted to settle for that.
"Yes, you are on your honeymoon," the stranger said to Julie. "I can see it in your eyes along with the doubt."
As though it were the most natural thing to do, the stranger approached the control panel and pressed the elevator's emergency button. The car lurched to a stop in mid-floor.
Julie lost her balance. Her legs spread as she was dumped on the floor. The hem of her dress fluttered above her thighs, blown by the elevator fan.
The stranger gazed at Julie's teasing cunt and grinned. But Julie did not look at his teeth for long. Her eyes automatically dropped toward his groin.
The stranger's fly bulged. Julie could easily make out the outline of his stiff cock.
It was a big dick, she thought. She couldn't help but compare it with her new husband's medium sized prick.
The stranger poked his foot into the gaping space between Julie's thighs. With the shiny toe of his shoe he lifted the skirt away. Now Julie's cunt was wide-open, bare for him to see.
The only thing the stranger hadn't guessed about Julie was her shaved cunt. Now that pink, hairless pussy was on display, the lips bowed apart. Julie's clit was wet and the stranger could see it.
"Shaved your cunt to surprise your new husband, huh?" the stranger chuckled.
Julie nodded, as if in a trance. She made no attempt to close her legs.
"How'd he like it?" the stranger asked.
Julie felt something savage tear out of her throat. Resentment.
"We never got past a blow-job on our wedding night," she uncontrollably seethed. "I sucked Art's cock. He came in my mouth. And that was it. He was so drunk that he fell asleep."
"Never even noticed your pretty, little shaved pussy," the stranger soothed.
"Something like that," Julie said.
"You never even fucked... on your wedding night?"
"No."
The stranger laughed. Then his hand was at his crotch, pulling down his fly.
"You must be horny as hell," he said to the spread-legged Julie.
"Yes!" she admitted without hesitation.
The stranger pulled his cock and balls out of his pants. His stiff prick was enormous, bigger than Julie had realized a man could have.
Julie's voice drifted. At least that was the impression she got when she spoke, listening to herself as though she was eavesdropping.
"Fuck me," she begged the stranger.
"Never had any other plan," the stranger said. "From the second I saw you."
Then he was down on his knees, his huge cock jutting straight out. Moving between Julie's thighs, the stranger aimed the head of his prick at the glistening gap of her pussy lips.
Now the stranger's cockhead touched Julie's cunt for the first time. Her clit throbbed, sending a damp spasm through the rest of her twat.
"God... can't believe it... coming already," Julie moaned. "Never happened to me so fast."
"It never happens very much at all for you, does it?" the stranger asked with assurance.
"No," Julie admitted. "My husband isn't much of a lover."
The stranger's prick penetrated Julie's cunt. His cockhead entered the oily tightness of Julie's gash, throbbing in the grip of her pussy walls.
"I can tell you're tight," the stranger said. "You want my whole cock all at once, or do you want me to ease it up your cunt nice and slow?"
"Slow," Julie answered. "And play with me while you're working your cock up my pussy. Slip your hand under my dress and rub my tits. Pinch my nipples. Make them hard."
"Mmmm, you're a hot one," the stranger rasped.
His hands pulled the buttons of her dress apart and her creamy tits spilled out.
The stranger's hands covered Julie's tits. He rubbed slowly at first, then increased the friction.
Eventually, Julie's nipples would be up between the stranger's thumbs and forefingers. He began to twist the blushing buds of flesh.
"Ahhh, feels so good!" Julie declared, her nipples swelled to just this side of bursting.
"Don't want to forget about my cock in your cunt," the stranger said.
He shoved his crotch and two Or three inches of his prick pushed into Julie's pussy. Feeling the additional measure of cock in her cunt, Julie climaxed for a second time.
"You're coming some more, aren't you?" the stranger said.
"Can't help it," Julie gasped.
She wiggled her ass. The stranger sank a few more inches of his big cock into her cunt.
"Lay down on top of me and shove your cock all the way into my pussy now," Julie breathlessly requested. "I don't want it easy anymore. Fuck me all the way. Hard!"
The stranger draped himself on Julie's torso, burying his face between her tits. His cock surged. Suddenly it was buried in Julie's pussy.
"So deep!" she cried.
The stranger fucked Julie violently, pistoning his prick in her cunt. Julie had ever felt so much cock inside her before. She couldn't stop coming.
Julie wrapped her long legs around the stranger's waist. She pulled his crotch tighter and tighter against hers. Her climax gave way to an even stronger one.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Julie kept chanting.
Her ass squirmed on the elevator floor, the cheeks separating on the slick linoleum.
The stranger's cock drove straight to the tender core of Julie's cunt. Sensations were aroused in her that were completely new. She had never known it was possible to be fucked like this.
Reaching down, Julie cupped the stranger's balls. They were churning. Julie anticipated a flood of cum in her cunt before long.
The more she thought about a pussyful of jizz, the shorter Julie's erotic fuse became. Finally, she gave in to her impatience. She moved her lips next to the stranger's ear for a horny plea.
"Shoot your cock in my cunt," she hotly whispered. "I'm ready for it now. Ready for your cum in my pussy. Let me have it, stud."
"Watch out, baby, here it comes!" the stranger gushed.
Then his cock lurched. Scalding jism poured into the depths of Julie's cunt.
With the heat of cum in her pussy, Julie was struck by a fresh orgasm. This climax was more powerful than the others combined. In fact, she thought excitedly, stronger than all of the orgasms of her life put together.
Julie still writhed in ecstasy when the stranger's cock was drained. Cinching her pussy muscles, Julie fought to keep her nameless lover's prick hard. Right away, she wanted to fuck all over again.
But the stranger removed his cock from Julie's cunt. His prick was slimy with its own cum, a big drop of jism dangling from the head.
"Please... don't stop," Julie pleaded. "I want more... more of your big cock inside me... fucking me. Making me come."
"Well, what makes you think I want anything less?" the stranger chuckled, fingering his durable hardon.
"But you took your prick out of my cunt," Julie protested.
"Your cunt isn't the only place I can fuck you," the stranger said calmly.
Julie instantly knew what he meant. She felt as if she had waited her whole life for this moment.
"You want to fuck me in the ass, don't you?"
Julie purred.
"Only as bad as you want me to do it to you," the stranger replied, his stiff prick in his grip like a sword. "How bad is that, baby?"
"As bad as it gets," Julie eagerly confessed. "Right now I'd kill for your big cock in my ass."
Julie was too far gone to surprise herself anymore with her lust. However, in actuality, she was charting the erotic unknown. Her ass was cherry.
Until now, Julie had only imagined what a hard cock would feel like up her tightest hole while she was safely asleep. Dreaming, she would sometimes believe that she was taking a big dick up her ass, only to waken and discover a couple of her own fingers digging into her butt. She would always be ashamed when she discovered the truth.
But Julie was anything but ashamed now. Instinctively knowing what to do, she rolled over and lifted herself on all fours, bunching her dress around her waist. With her bare ass facing the stranger and her flanks spread, she resembled a bitch in heat.
Julie opened herself up even more. Clasping her asscheeks, she pulled the plump halves of her ass as far apart as they would stretch. She could feel her asshole throbbing in the open, the breeze from the elevator fan caressing it.
"Sweet," the stranger sighed. "Nothing sweeter than a beautiful woman's spread ass."
He moved in. His cockhead tickled the pucker of Julie's asshole, then pushed. There was just the slightest bit of penetration from the tip of his prick.
"Ram it in!" Julie recklessly urged. "Give my ass every inch of your big cock!"
"It'll be tight. It'll hurt," the stranger warned.
"That's what I'm counting on!" Julie cried. "Fuck my ass all the way! Don't take it easy on me!"
"Okay, you asked for it."
The stranger's crotch bucked. The head of his prick and several inches of the shaft plunged inside Julie's ass.
Julie experienced a ripping sensation as the stranger's huge dick filled her asshole. She loved the pain. She was climaxing from her first ass-fuck already.
"Deeper, deeper," she groaned. "Fuck my ass as deep as you can. Give me your whole cock inside me."
The stranger bucked again. This time when his groin came to rest it was flush against the slope of Julie's rounded ass. The stranger's cock had vanished. All ten inches of it were buried in Julie's tight asshole.
"Hurts so good!" Julie cried as the cock in her ass brought her senses to a boil.
She jiggled her ass. The cock inside her swerved with her movements, stepping up the friction.
The stranger grabbed a hold of Julie's tits, using them like handles to keep his balance while Julie writhed beneath him. The box-like elevator car was humid, its limited air supply reeking with the smell of raw sex.
"I've never fucked a tighter ass," the stranger told Julie as his cock pumped inside her.
"The first time is always tightest for a woman," Julie said, confessing her inexperience.
The stranger laughed knowingly. He'd counted on Julie's ass being cherry. It was his talent to be able to unleash the potential of the women he seduced. Female inexperience was a virtue to him. There was nothing he liked better than knowing his cock was the first up a woman's hole.
"Tell me again... what a tight fuck my ass is," Julie breathlessly requested, anxious to nourish her ego after her disastrous wedding night.
"Your ass is squeezing my cock like it's never been squeezed." The stranger readily told Julie what she wanted to hear. "You're something special."
He was only being honest. Julie was an exceptional fuck. If her pussy was heaven, then her ass was something even beyond that. The stranger thought he might live forever if he could just keep ass-fucking her.
In fact, all the stranger had was less than a minute of balling Julie's ass before he would be interrupted by the inevitable result of so much erotic friction. His nuts were pulsating, ready to blow. Hot cum would soon be spurting from his cock, flooding Julie's bowels.
Julie knew what was about to happen. She could " predict it from the straining spasms of the stranger's cock within her narrow asshole. More than she wanted to just keep ass-fucking indefinitely, Julie wanted the stranger's cum inside of her. The first jizz she had ever taken in her ass.
"Make it happen!" she demanded. "Come in my ass, stud!"
Julie worked her ass like a churn, up and down and back and forth in a blur. The stranger's cock jerked inside her asshole from the movement, sending an urgent message to his balls to erupt and relieve the excruciating pressure at the pit of his groin.
"Can't hold it," the stranger gulped. "Have to let go... shoot my cum in your ass."
"I'm ready... God, I'm ready!" Julie squealed.
The stranger's cock had surged to a new depth in her ass. The penetration was so extreme that Julie's hips stopped thrashing as though they'd suddenly been nailed down.
The head of the stranger's prick exploded. Hot cum swamped Julie's bowels, mixing with the shit already there in a sizzling brew.
"Fire! Your come is liquid fire!" Julie shrieked to the climaxing stranger.
The stranger kept his prick hilted up Julie's ass, squirting burst after burst of jizz. His effort to keep coming was intense, showing up in the way his fingernails gouged into Julie's tits while his cock erupted.
"God, I love coming in your sweet ass," the stranger rasped in Julie's ear.
Then the stranger's cock gushed one last time and finally lost its steel edge. As the prick in her ass shrank, Julie slid down the slope of her mountainous orgasm, accepting that the fucking was over.
"That was wonderful," she sighed, only to be interrupted by a clanging alarm.
The stranger removed his soft, sticky cock from Julie's ass and stuffed it into his pants. Julie saw this when she glanced over her shoulder, but quickly she was looking beyond the man who had just fucked her in her cunt and ass. Reality was at hand. She had just remembered that she was in a public elevator, caught somewhere between the floors of the hotel where she was spending her honeymoon.
Reality intruded further. A voice came over an intercom on the stalled elevator's control panel.
"Are you all right up there?" it said. "How many of you are in the car?"
"Just two," the stranger answered into the speaker. "We're, uh, fine. I'm afraid I accidentally nudged the emergency button. With my elbow, I think."
"No problem then," the intercom voice said. "We'll have you down before you know it."
A second later, the elevator rumbled. It was on its way again, humming downward.
The stranger helped Julie to her feet before the end of the ride. In the moment before the doors opened onto the lobby of the hotel and dozens of spectators, a last kiss was shared, the stranger's tongue darting into Julie's mouth. But the icing on the cake, ,as far as Julie was concerned, was the stranger's knee in her crotch and the bulge of his revived cock against her belly.
Julie and the stranger separated just before the elevator doors parted. The careful expressions on their faces told nothing of what had happened.
It was a good thing. Art Hoyle was one of the people clustered in the lobby when the elevator reached its destination.
When she saw her new husband Julie remembered that he had left their room a half an hour before to get a haircut. When she had met the stranger Julie had been on her way to meet Art for lunch.
Without even looking at each other, the stranger and Julie peeled off from opposite sides of the elevator car, going their separate ways. Julie automatically headed for her new husband, smiling at Art.
"Like your haircut, honey," she said to him, and pecked his cheek.
But even as she kissed Art, Julie's mind was elsewhere. Rather than Art or any other part of her surroundings, she focused on the future.
Marriage was supposedly going to straighten out Julie's future. But now she recognized, deep in her soul, that this was not going to be the case.
Julie didn't know if she would ever see the big cocked stranger again. But there were other men, And as her pussy secretly spasmed, Julie knew that she would not be able to resist all of them all of the time.
"Come on, kiddo," Art said, jarring Julie from her trance, "let's go get something to eat. I'm starved."
The newlyweds linked arms, and smiling, walked toward the dining room. They were an attractive young couple whom people envied. However, within herself, Julie listened to a secret voice that contradicted the wholesome image she and Art projected. The voice told her that her marriage would not go as originally planned. She accepted this with brimming anticipation.
"You're humming, did you know that?" her new husband asked.
"That's 'cause I'm so happy," Julie answered.
Art gloated, thinking it was all his doing.
CHAPTER TWO
Art got rambunctious during lunch. Before he was finished with his salad, he was nudging Julie's knees under the table.
"Christ, I'm horny," he said with a mouthful of lettuce.
"Art," Julie cautioned. "People can hear you."
"I don't care. All I can think about is sex. Tell you what, Julie. Slip your hand under the table and feel my cock. It's about ready to bust out of my pants."
Julie was amused by her husband's horniness, but only the way she would be by a boy.
"You're going to get us arrested if you don't stop," she told Art. "Now be quiet and eat your lunch."
"Forget it," Art said excitedly. "I want to take you back to the room and fuck you."
"No, Art," Julie answered firmly. "Why not?"
"My period started," Julie lied. "Shit!" Art hissed.
"Well, certainly we can find something to do on a beautiful day like this besides hole up in our room in bed," Julie said.
But Art wasn't listening. The instant his new wife told him that he couldn't fuck her, his interest in her was gone. He gave Julie the silent treatment for the rest of the meal.
Lunch ended with Art muttering that he was going to try out the golf course. Julie said she guessed she'd take a swim, knowing that Art wouldn't change his mind and want to come along because his skin was so sensitive to the sun.
The newlyweds parted, Art sullen, and Julie relieved. When she was by herself, Julie returned to the hotel room and changed into her string bikini. Minutes later she was strolling beside the pool, showing off her body, cruising.
She saw a man with a pair of trunks on almost as brief as her own bikini bottom. The outline of his big cock and fat balls left nothing to the imagination. Julie knew that she wanted him.
The man noticed her, too. The suggestion of his prick grew even bolder. Julie drifted toward him, feeling her aroused pussy squish as her thighs brushed together.
"I'm hot," she told the man.
"Yeah, it's a scorcher today, huh?" the man said.
"I wasn't talking about the weather," Julie purred, teasing the man's hairy chest with the points of her tits. "I said I was hot."
The man gawked. His cock spoke for him, shifting like a log in his tight swim trunks. The head of his prick now throbbed just above the leg hole of his trunks, trying to force its way into the open.
"Let's skip the bullshit," Julie said matter-of-factly. "You wanted to fuck me the second you laid eyes on me. And the feeling's mutual. Take me to your room. I want your big cock inside me."
His name was Bill. His wife was down in the Dominican Republic getting a quickie divorce, so he was celebrating at the hotel. He'd always played around during his marriage, but there was something about his first piece of ass as a free man that he'd really been looking forward to. Julie, though, was a jackpot he had not expected even in his most upbeat moments.
High on his good luck, Bill splurged on a bottle of champagne to take to his room along with Julie. He was in a party mood, ready for as good a time as he had never had in his life.
He would get it.
Julie was a volcano of lust. The instant she was behind closed doors with Bill, she erupted.
Julie grabbed Bill, flattening him against the wall with a clawing embrace. While her tits squashed against Bill's chest, her thigh massaged his cock and balls.
"God, I want you," Julie rasped when the kiss was broken. "I want to give you the best fuck you've ever had and suck your cock like it's never been sucked. When you eat my pussy I want you to say it's the sweetest cunt you've ever tasted."
"It'll all come true," Bill homily promised.
He put his hands on Julie's hips and started pushing down her bikini bottom. But she stopped him.
"No, let me do that," she said. "I have my own way of doing things."
"Anything you say."
"Open that champagne."
It was quickly done. While foam spilled down the neck when Bill offered the open bottle to Julie.
"I don't want a drink," she cooed. "I want a douche."
She slipped her fingers between her crotch and her bikini bottom, stretching out the flimsy fabric so Bill could see her cunt.
"Mmmm, shaved," Bill responded to the sight of Julie's shorn cunt.
"Pour that champagne in there. I want to feel it fizz on my pussy."
Bill tipped the bottle and the champagne poured into Julie's open swimsuit. It welled briefly against her cunt, then gushed down her inner thighs as if she were peeing in her pants.
"Christ, that turns me on," Bill rasped. 'C'mon, get out of that bikini. I can't wait to suck your pussy."
The sopping bikini bottom eased down Julie's loins. The bald triangle of her cunt glistened from the champagne bath, her pussylips as pink as peppermint.
Pulling off her halter to become completely nude, Julie backed toward the bed. Bill followed her as though he were being reeled in. He was panting at the side of the bed when Julie flopped on the mattress, spreading her legs in his face.
"What a beautiful... beautiful cunt," Bill gulped, licking his lips.
Julie had brought along the champagne. She splashed some more of it on her shaved pussy, staining the sheets beneath her.
Now she gave Bill the go-ahead. "Eat me," she commanded. "Go down on my cunt."
Bill climbed onto the bed, moving between Julie's open knees. His face came to within an inch of Julie's pussy, and then his tongue made the connection. He licked Julie's hairless crotch from thigh to thigh, tasting the champagne.
The champagne was soon licked away from Julie's cunt, but Bill did not miss it. The wine was bitter in comparison to the honey naturally produced by Julie's cunt.
Bill's tongue slithered inside Julie's pussy. But then, about to probe with a deep tongue-fuck, Bill hesitated. A new taste had startled him.
Julie quickly sized up the situation. She saw no reason not to be honest about it. Shame was the last thing she felt.
"Another man's cum is in my cunt," she admitted without embarrassment. "I fucked him earlier today. Do you mind?"
What could Bill say? Julie had a cunt that was worthy of a fantasy. Her pussy was so damp and sweet. Bill knew that his chance to go down on such an exquisite creature might never come again.
Bill said nothing. Instead, his tongue hardened and jabbed up Julie's sloppy cunt. Pussyjuice, a hint of the champagne and the cum of Julie's last lover spilled into Bill's mouth. Bill had no complaint, he was just happy to be here.
With Bill's tongue jammed up her cunt, Julie came. It was a wispy kind of climax, just a hint of the orgasms to follow. Looking ahead, Julie started to think about a cock in her pussy instead of just a tongue.
"I want you to fuck me now," she told the cuntsucking Bill.
Bill pulled his sticky face up from Julie's pussy and knelt. He looked down with a grin as he pulled down his swim trunks. The pride in his grin was due to the enormous hardon which he now revealed.
"What a big cock!" Julie said, reacting just the way Bill wanted her to. "It'll be so tight in my cunt. Hurry up, stick your prick in my pussy. Fuck me, stud."
Bill's cockhead touched Julie's cunt. Then it was inside her, clutched by the oily damp of her pussy walls.
Julie wrapped her legs around Bill's waist, tugging. Bill's crotch moved toward her own. By the time Julie and Bill were belly to belly, his cock was buried in her pussy.
"Fuck me... fuck me," Julie gasped. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
Her ass squirmed, giving Bill's prick a twisting ride in her cunt. The friction of cock and pussy was electric. Julie felt an orgasm build within her.
Something snapped at the core of Julie's being, unleashing the wild side of her senses. She writhed and bucked beneath Bill as he fucked her, clawing his asscheeks with her fingernails.
"You're coming, aren't you?" Bill asked Julie, his prick driving deep in her spasming cunt.
"Yes! Coming so hard!" Julie shrieked. "Your cock is magic in my cunt!"
"Any man's would be," Bill said. "You're the one who's magic, baby."
Bill fucked Julie with increasing power. No matter how deeply he shafted his prick into her pussy, he always tried to go farther on his next crotch thrust.
While the fucking continued, Julie loosened her legs from around Bill's waist and gradually drew them back until her knees were against her tits. Bill's cock was drilling straight down into her cunt now.
"Gonna have to come," Bill announced. "Can't hold it anymore." .
"Shoot it!" Julie urged. "Flood my pussy with your hot jizz!"
"Got no choice," Bill grunted.
His cock was hilted in Julie's cunt. When the cum erupted, it filled Julie's pussy from the bottom up.
As Bill's jism swamped her cunt, Julie flung her legs straight up in the air. Her toes wriggled while she climaxed along with Bill.
Bill's cock spurted burst after burst of cum into Julie's cunt. Things got sloppy. By the time Bill's prick was drained, the jizz was leaking from Julie's cunt, trickling into the crack of her ass.
Bill withdrew his prick from Julie's cunt and Julie smeared the leaking jism all over her crotch as she lowered her legs into a spreadeagled position. She smeared the creamy jism from her belly button to her asshole, moaning all the while about what a sensational fuck it had been.
Bill still had a hardon. He craved more action like breath itself. But Julie was even hornier than he was. It was she who brought up the subject of ass-fucking.
"Give me your big cock straight up my butt," she abruptly urged Bill. "If you think my cunt was tight, wait until you fuck my ass."
Then Julie was on her knees, bending over with her head crushed in a pillow, her perfect ass the highest point of her body. She reached behind and spread her asscheeks in Bill's face, then accidentally farted.
The sweet-smelling fart was the sexiest thing a woman had ever done to Bill. He couldn't control himself. Wedging his face in Julie's asscrack, he hungrily tongued her fragrant asshole.
Julie had said she wanted some cock up her ass, but for the time being she was willing to settle for tongue. Bill reamed her out, his tastebuds sandpapering the tight hole. It felt good enough to make Julie climax on the spot.
Julie loved being a woman. She could come so many times without having to recharge.
"So good," she moaned to Bill. "Your tongue feels so damn good in my ass. Does my ass taste good?"
"Like candy," Bill said.
Julie briefly wondered if she should tell Bill that there was another man's cum up her ass as well as her cunt. He'd probably guessed already, she decided. It made her feel like a queen to know that she had turned Bill on so much that he was willing to suck somebody else's jizz from her pussy and asshole.
Bill ate Julie's ass until she had climaxed three times. Then it was time to fuck.
Bill's face was replaced by his stiff prick in the gap of Julie's ass. The fiery cockhead pushed against the pucker of Julie's asshole. Then the tip was inside.
His crotch flexing, Bill plugged Julie's ass with the knob of his dick. It was warm and tight inside as Bill pushed for further penetration.
Now the shaft of Bill's cock was entering Julie's asshole. Bill knew he was hurting Julie, and he knew as well that this was what she craved.
"Shove it in deeper," Julie gasped. "Give me your whole prick. Fuck my ass to your balls. Make me suffer!"
Bill enjoyed the ragged edge of pain in Julie's hoarse voice. He liked hurting her, punishing her tight asshole with his thick, long cock. It seemed just the right thing for a man to be doing.
"Okay," Bill said, "I'm going to ram my prick the rest of the way up your ass now."
"Yes... yes... split me in two!" Julie said, gasping some more.
Bill grunted. His groin socked forward, propelling the last half of his cock straight into Julie's ass.
"How do you like it now?" Bill asked. "Am I ass-fucking you hard enough?"
Bill's questions were drowned out. Julie was screaming too hard to hear them. In her erotic hysteria, though, she had answered them anyway.
Julie's latest orgasm had been sudden and devastating, exploding the instant Bill's cock was screwing her ass to the hilt. Julie had never come this powerfully before.
"Oh, shit, don't stop fucking me!" Julie yowled. "Drive your big cock in my ass! Keep me coming! I don't ever want it to stop!"
She was thrashing around so much now that Bill had to grab her asscheeks to keep her under control. With something to hold on to, Bill increased the leverage of his cock, jackhammering Julie's ass.
Bill's prick pistoned back and forth, in and out. His cock strokes were brutal. "Kill me!" Julie cried.
"No, you're too special for that," Bill said. "Don't want to lose you. What you need is some of my hot cum in your ass."
"Oh, yes... yes... wonderful," Julie moaned. "Shoot your big cock in my ass, lover. Fill my asshole with jizz."
"It won't be long," Bill promised.
His prick was hilted. He twisted his cockhead inside Julie's ass.
Julie squeezed the muscles of her ass.
Bill's buried cock tingled. His balls jumped in their sac, clinging to the root of his hardon.
"I'm blowing, baby!" Bill whooped.
His cock flexed and exploded in Julie's ass. The cum gushed in a torrent, its effect sizzling.
Julie's bowels were an inferno. The mixture of jizz and shit was like fire. The spasms of Julie's climax took the form of leaping flames.
The blaze within Julie did not stop just because Bill's prick stopped spurting cum. The jism that had already collected in Julie's ass was more than enough to keep her orgasmic fires burning.
"Jesus, what a woman," Bill sighed, as he pulled his exhausted prick from Julie's ass.
"I'm no different than any other woman. Underneath, we're all like this," Julie said. "A man just has to take the trouble to figure us out."
"You weren't much of a puzzle," Bill chuckled.
"Not when I saw your big prick bulging in your trunks," Julie readily admitted.
Her last climax was winding down now. Julie gave in to a lazy feeling as the afterglow of perfect fucking caressed her.
Her knees gave way and she flopped on her back, her legs lolling. Her crotch was wide open. Cum leaked from her cunt and ass.
"Mmmm, what fucking," Julie swooned.
She rubbed her pussy, then her asshole. Cum welled between her fingers, catching the light.
"Feels so good when I rub myself," Julie moaned.
She stuck a finger up her ass, wriggling it around. Her breath came in gusts while her thighs quivered.
"You horny bitch," Bill responded. He wasn't speaking critically, but in awe.
"I can't get enough," Julie confessed, then laughed. "As if you didn't know."
Now she pulled her finger from her ass and brought it to her face. The finger glistened from a sheen of cum and was flecked with shit.
Julie passed the finger under her nose, inhaling deeply. Then she took a taste. When her finger emerged from her mouth it was lapped clean.
"I love it," Julie groaned. "Anything to do with sex."
As he gazed upon Julie, Bill was hit by the certainty that he must see her again.
"Tonight," Bill declared. "I've got to see you tonight. I won't take no for an answer. Tell me your room number. I'll take you out to dinner. The works."
"Too formal," Julie answered in a drifting voice. "I don't like to be tied down to a time or place. Like to play things by ear."
"Then where will you be?" Bill anxiously asked.
"Around," Julie teased. "Sooner or later you'll look over your shoulder, and I'll be there."
CHAPTER THREE
Art Hoyle was ambitious. The Keystone Corporation demanded it of its employees. When he received the urgent call from his boss to come back to work, Art didn't hesitate to cut short his honeymoon.
"Sorry," he told Julie after getting the news. "Have to catch the next plane out of here. We don't have much time to pack, so get a move on."
"I don't want to leave," she firmly stated.
"I'm in too much of a hurry for jokes," Art snapped. "Don't get cute on me now."
"I'm not being cute. I'm not leaving this hotel," Julie said, defying her new husband.
Art didn't like it. He thought of himself as a man's man. Women did what he told them, especially his wife.
"Pack!" he shouted. Then he slapped Julie across the face.
The blow caught Julie by surprise. She reeled, her cheek stinging.
Art enjoyed seeing his wife in distress. He moved in on her, slapping her again.
Julie screamed in terror. The blows came in a flurry. Julie slumped to the ground, the fresh welts on her face glistening with her tears.
"Fucking bitch!" Art thundered, liking the violence in his voice.
He had temporarily forgotten why he had slapped his new wife to the floor. All Art could think about now was how good the violence made him feel. He had an urge for more, a lot more.
"It was our wedding night last night and we didn't get to fuck," Art said, his voice becoming eerily calm. "I think it's time we made up for that oversight."
"But we screwed all the time before the wedding. What difference does it make?" Julie protested, totally turned-off by her new husband.
"The difference is that I'm the husband and you're my wife, so I get to do what I want, when I want to," Art hissed. "And right now what I want to do is make up for lost time and fuck the hell out of you, bitch."
Julie's protest became shrill as she realized what Art was hinting at.
"No, no!" she shrieked. "I won't let you rape me!"
"There's no such thing as a husband raping his wife," Art smirked. "I'm just going to help myself to what's legally mine, same as any man would do."
He moved in on Julie. She kicked and struggled, but Art just laughed.
He was just too strong. Overpowering Julie, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He threw her onto the mattress, then wrenched her knees apart.
Julie's robe fell open. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. With her crotch wide open, her hairless pussy yawned.
"You shaved your cunt," Art said to his new wife.
"You were too drunk to notice last night," Julie responded bitterly.
Art ripped the fallen robe completely away, smacking his lips at Julie's squirming nudity. Then his face dove into Julie's cunt. Quickly, he was greedily sucking his wife's shorn pussy, so distracted by its hairlessness that he forgot about Julie's earlier lie that her period had started.
"I hate this," Julie whispered under her breath, speaking to herself rather than Art as he went down on her.
Her new husband's tongue seemed clammy as it snaked inside her cunt. Julie silently vowed that none of her pussy juice would flow. Plain meat was all she would allow her cunt to be for Art.
Art tongue-fucked Julie. His drooling mouth transferred enough spit to his wife's cunt to make it wet and squishy.
Damn, Julie thought. Art was getting the best of her. God, she'd like to show him she could be boss.
Driven by revenge, Julie submerged her mind into the gutter. She would do something so gross that Art would be repelled and would back off in disgust and leave her alone.
She didn't say anything. She didn't want to tip him off.
As Art tongued her cunt, Julie concentrated on her bladder. The piss within it swiftly dominated her consciousness. She had to make her pee flow, she told herself.
Julie gritted her teeth, bearing down. Her bladder throbbed within her.
"Ahhhhh," Julie sighed with a sudden spasm of release.
Her bladder collapsed. A hot rush of piss surged from her pussy straight into Art's mouth.
Julie expected Art to react with horror. But as the piss splashed down his throat, he made no attempt to pull his face away from his wife's gushing cunt. In fact, he sucked Julie's cunt even harder than before.
Far from disgusted by the flow of his wife's piss, Art was spurred on by it. When Julie's bladder had drained, Art swabbed the piss with his tongue, reacting to it as if it were the sweetest fluid he had ever tasted.
Now Julie's plan turned completely against her. Lapping up piss, Art's tongue had gone crazy in her cunt. Julie could not ignore the erotic friction. When the piss was all gone, Julie's cunt remained wet with moisture from a different source. The liquid now welling in her gash was fresh pussy juice.
The thing Julie had sworn would not occur had happened indeed. Her cunt swam with its own nectar, hopelessly stimulated by Art's busy tongue.
"Mmmm, that was funky," Art grunted when he had gorged himself on Julie's dripping cunt. "Piss and then pussy juice. I scared them both out of you."
Julie started to say something ugly. But the harsh words melted in her throat when Art's fingers snagged her clit and gave it a sharp pinch.
"Ooooh," she moaned instead of protesting, despising her weakness.
"Tell me how bad you want my cock inside your cunt," Art demanded. "Beg me to fuck you, Julie."
Julie yearned to spit in Art's face. She might as well have wished for a million dollars on the spot. It wasn't going to happen. Other forces were more powerful.
"Beg me!" Art insisted.
Julie's cunt sent a command to her brain that could not be ignored. She felt like a slave.
"F-fuck me," she controllably stammered. Then she sealed her lips as though she could take it back.
"You want it real bad, don't you?" Art leered. "My cock in your pussy, pumping away. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, bitch."
"You son of a bitch," Julie whimpered. "You make me feel like a whore."
"Super!" Art exclaimed with perverse triumph. "Now, c'mon, cunt. Beg me again to fuck you."
Julie sobbed, "God, I hate you... "
She paused, choking on bitterness as she recognized the one-way condition of her cunt. She could not resist the urgency between her legs.
"But I hate me even more," Julie wept. "You win, Art. I can't stop you. Go ahead. Fuck me."
"Stronger!" Art yelled. "I told you to beg me for it!"
"Ahhh, much better," Art chuckled. "You're catching on fast to what married life is all about."
Art unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his shorts. His cock sprang forth, a rigid one-eyed snake.
Julie couldn't take her eyes off of her husband's prick. She had always considered Art's cock too small, but now it seemed menacing. Was it the suggestion of rape that caused her to react this way? Julie couldn't say, her feelings were too solidly in control of her judgment.
"Tell me to put it in," Art instructed.
Her self-respect gone, Julie responded like a robot.
"Give me your cock in my cunt," she told Art in a voice throbbing with submission. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
"Shout it out!" Art demanded.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
As she yelled, Julie tried to imagine that she was playing a role. But it was no use. An actress can turn it on and off. Julie's performance was as involuntary as breathing itself.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Julie kept screaming.
She was torn up inside. She wanted to believe Art sickened her. However, at the same time, she was under the spell of an irresistible craving for his cock in her cunt.
Julie felt her hands reach out. Then her fingers were clutching Art's hard cock and churning balls.
It was Julie who guided Art's cock to her wide open cunt. She was the one who slipped his cockhead into the gap of her pussylips. Nobody else but her made her crotch thrust so that the walls of her cunt abruptly engulfed over half of her husband's cock.
"Your pussy's never been so tight," Art said. "Guess I know what turns you on."
He sank the rest of his prick into Julie's cunt, twisting the thick head.
Julie swooned. She was just this side of coming no matter how much she didn't want to.
Art immediately sensed Julie's condition. He pumped his prick in her pussy, stepping up the friction.
Julie's insides turned to jelly, then to molten lava.
Her senses erupted. Trying to fight it would have been a cruel joke on herself. All Julie could sensibly do was give in to the tempest of her senses.
"Damn it, I'm coming!" she said, expressing her volcanic emotions in a screeching outburst.
Art chuckled smugly, driving his prick even harder to the depths of Julie's cunt. Fucking had never made him feel like such a stud. Never had his cock seemed so big to him.
"Still coming, bitch?" Art whispered hotly in his wife's ear as he fucked her brutally.
"Yes, yes... God, yes!" Julie was forced to admit.
"Don't stop coming... hell, I won't let you stop. You don't have any say in it, bitch. I'm calling the shots with my cock."
"Bastard!"
"Cheap cunt!"
The fucking was furious. Art's cock battered Julie's cunt. At the same time, Art clawed Julie's tits. One of his fingernails drew blood from a nipple. Then both nipples were being twisted. Flashes of pain lit up Julie's brain.
Julie's orgasm subsided, but only so it could be replaced by an even stronger climax.
Unable to control her reflexes, Julie wrapped her legs around Art's waist. Her ass wriggled and her pussy squeezed.
Art drove into her. His cock was a pile driver in her cunt. The friction was excruciating, white-hot.
Swept away by her latest orgasm, Julie moaned as long and loudly as a hound dog baying at the moon.
Art sounded like an animal, too, but he was a bull snorting and charging.
"Gonna come!" Art rasped. "Gonna fill your pussy with cum, bitch. Ready for my jizz in your cunt?"
The last of Julie's resistance had long since dissolved. She was nothing more than a sex machine now, programmed to sop up the cum from her partner's cock at the key moment of fucking.
"Shoot it into me!" Julie pleaded. "Give me your cum in my cunt!"
"My jizz is yours," Art grunted, working his prick relentlessly. "But I just changed my mind about creaming in your pussy. I won't get to see it if I come in your cunt. And I want to watch you take every drop of my jizz."
Abruptly, Art's cock stopped pumping and he pulled it from Julie's cunt.
Now, stroking his cock with his hand, Art climbed up on Julie until his fiery cockhead aimed between his wife's eyes. He was going to come in Julie's face.
A missile of jism rocketed from the tip of Art's cock as white as snow and as hot as fire. The cum splattered on the bridge of Julie's nose, trickling down her cheeks.
-As his cock spurted, Art directed the jet of cum across Julie's face from ear to ear, then from her hairline to her chin. By the time Art's prick had slowed to a dribble, Julie's features were streaked with jizz.
"My cock's still hard," Art noted, patting it. "We've still got time for another fuck."
Julie saw that her husband's prick remained stiff all right. It resembled a lance as it jutted from his crotch.
"You know where I'm going to fuck you this time?" Art asked.
Julie didn't answer. There was no point to it. Art would do whatever he wanted to her.
"In the mouth," he said. "That's where I'm going to fuck you. And I mean really fuck you. Not just one of those half-ass blow-jobs you gave me before we were married. I plan to fuck your mouth exactly like it was a cunt."
Art had been kneeling atop Julie, straddling her torso. Now he hunched forward, thrusting his crotch toward his wife's face so his hard cock bruised her lips.
"Open your mouth," Art directed. "Eat me, Julie. Swallow my prick."
Julie felt her jaw unhinge. Her reactions were automatic now, dictated by her husband.
Art's cockhead plopped onto Julie's tongue. Julie licked it. The salty flavor made her shudder. With licking quickly advancing to sucking, Julie drew inch after inch of her husband's prick into her mouth.
"That's it, baby, eat me... eat me good," Art said, stating his approval. "Swallow my cock all the way. Let me feel your lips around the root."
Julie took a final gulp. There was no more cock to take. It was hilted in her mouth. Art's crotch rubbed in her face, its wiry hair scratching up her nostrils.
Now Art slipped his hands behind Julie's skull, grabbing two fistfuls of her blonde hair. He yanked his wife's head back and forth, forcing her lips to stroke his cock.
"Mmmm, yesssss," Art hissed, "that's it. Really it. Got your mouth working just like a pussy, baby. Feels real, real good. Better than a simple blow-job any day."
Art's cock-thrusts were deep and hard. The head of his prick probed far down Julie's throat. Art's cock no longer seemed on the small size.
As he fucked Julie's mouth, Art glanced at the clock, reminding himself he had a plane to catch.
Not much time, Art noted to himself, pushing his cock down Julie's throat. Better hurry up and come in the bitch's mouth and get the hell out of here.
Art hammered his cock in short friction-producing spurts. On the receiving end, Julie felt her teeth rattle.
"Listen, Julie, you can forget about making that trip with me. There's not enough time left for you to get your ass in gear, and I can't afford to miss that plane," Art said. "You'd just be in the way anyhow while I was trying to get something done. But, in the meantime, I'm going to leave you with something to keep me on your mind, so you'll remember whose property you are."
Art's "something" was the bitter taste of his cum. His cock shot a load of jism into Julie's mouth, gagging her.
"Drink it all down, baby," Art directed. "Every drop of your husband's jizz. The stud who owns you lock, stock and barrel."
Julie thirstily swallowed her husband's jism. Now that she knew Art was going to let her stay at the hotel, there was no point in holding back.
Besides, sucking up Art's cum wasn't all that unpleasant a chore. Its bitter taste improved as it slid down Julie's throat. By the time it hit her stomach, the jizz seemed almost sweet. There was so much of it that its warmth made Julie's belly glow within her.
"Well, that's it," Art said brusquely when his nuts were drained and his cock began to soften. He was more interested in the cock now than he was in his cum-sucking wife.
Art got up, his relaxed prick flapping against Julie's chin when it was clumsily pulled from her mouth. Leaving the bed, Art got dressed, ignoring Julie completely. Then he hurriedly started packing a suitcase.
Julie didn't know if she should tell her new husband goodbye or not. It depended on whether silence or saying something would get him out the door faster.
Just when it seemed he had forgotten about her presence, Art solved Julie's problem for her. Starting for the door with his packed bag, Art abruptly wheeled around, looking straight at his cum-soaked wife on the bed.
"Here, you might need this," he said with no expression on his face.
Art reached in his pocket, removed his billfold, then tossed something from it toward the bed. The flat piece of plastic sailed, skidding to rest on the sticky triangle of Julie's crotch.
Art thought this was funny and laughed.
"Master Charge," he said, identifying the plastic card between his wife's thighs. "That'll see you through until I get back."
Art laughed again.
"Just be sure you wipe the cum off that card before you charge anything with it," he said.
He turned to leave, but stopped short with a final message to his wife.
"I know I can trust you while I'm gone," Art told Julie with a cruel grin. "Because you know what I'll do to you if you don't behave yourself. Don't you, bitch?"
Julie nodded, looking as frightened as she could because she knew Art wanted her scared of him.
"Okay," Art grunted, rubbing the knuckles of a clenched fist.
Julie called "goodbye" at the last second, but it wasn't heard. Art was quickly out the door and gone.
The first thing Julie did was heave a sigh of relief. She was free.
She plucked the Master Charge from her crotch. It was her turn to laugh when she saw the splotch of cum on the card. She licked it off.
"We're going to have a super time, you and I," Julie said to the card.
On a whim, she called room service and asked for strawberries and champagne, loving the sense of power she felt when she charged the tab. The kitchen said they would send a boy right up with the order.
"Now," Julie purred to herself when she hung up the phone, "if only the bellboy has a big cock. Then everything will be just about perfect."
CHAPTER FOUR
"How old are you, boy?" Julie asked.
"Uh, eighteen," the bellboy answered as if he weren't quite sure. He was distracted.
He was looking at Julie. She was a knockout in the flimsy negligee. The bellboy's cock hardened as his eyes roamed the shadowy curves of her body.
"Eighteen's old enough for you to drink some champagne with me in this state," Julie purred, playing with one of the brass buttons on the front of the boy's maroon uniform.
The kid pulled away. He was old enough to know that this woman spelled trouble. Most other high school dropouts couldn't buy a job, and he wasn't anxious to throw his away.
"I, I've gotta go, ma'am," the bellboy stammered, pulling away.
"Aren't you even going to wait for your tip?" Julie cooed. "It's going to be a big one."
"Uh, whatever you think is fair, ma'am," the boy gulped, his eyes rolling toward the doorway.
"What's your name?" Julie asked.
"Jerry," the kid said.
"Look at me, Jerry. I'm a lot more interesting than that door." The boy's eyes rotated slowly until Julie appeared in the foreground. Jerry's cock jumped in his pants, doubling its hardness.
"Try and guess what your tip is?" Julie teased. She was pulling her negligee over her head.
"Jesus, your cunt is shaved!" Jerry blurted, then covered his mouth. His cock throbbed at his crotch.
"I did it for my husband," Julie said, flinging the negligee away and standing nude. "But he was more interested in his damn job than my shaved pussy and left me high and dry. That's my sad tale. But I think I've found the stud who's going to give it a happy ending."
Julie was looking straight at the mound of Jerry's cock and balls.
"Take your pants off, boy," she said without blinking.
But Jerry was frozen.
Julie thawed him out by flattening her naked body against him, rubbing with her tits and cunt.
"I want you to do everything to me, Jerry," Julie whispered hotly in the boy's ear. "Suck my tits and cunt. Fuck me in every hole with your big prick."
"I-I can't," Jerry weakly protested.
"Yes, you can," Julie murmured. She had slipped her hand between their bodies, stroking Jerry's cock and balls through his trousers.
"I'm scared about my job," the boy admitted. "If I don't get back downstairs, the bell captain'll come looking for me."
"I'll give you a note if you stay and fuck me," Julie answered. "But if you leave, I'll call the management and say you got fresh. Savvy? Get it on with me and you've got no problems. But walk, and you get your ass busted for nothing. Don't be stupid."
"Okay... I'll fuck you," Jerry sighed. "Got no choice."
"My, such enthusiasm," Julie laughed. "If it weren't for that bulge in your pants, I'd swear I was making you do something you didn't want to."
Jerry blushed. His fingers shaking, he unbuckled his belt, then clumsily unzipped his fly. His tightly packed jockey shorts bulged into the open.
As Jerry's pants slipped down his legs, Julie hooked her fingers under the waistband of the boy's shorts and yanked the elastic. Jerry's cock surged to freedom, popping straight up.
"Mmmm, nice and big," Julie murmured hungrily.
She snapped the elastic back, trapping the boy's hardon. Leaning down, she kissed the exposed cockhead.
"Sweet," Julie murmured some more. "What a sweet, sweet dick."
Now Julie stripped the shorts completely away before going to work on the top half of Jerry's uniform. Her fingers flew, undoing buttons and pulling things off, until Jerry was as naked as she was.
"Take me to bed," Julie seductively crooned. "Carry me."
She drifted into the boy's arms. Cradling Julie, Jerry hoisted her from the floor. As he carried her to the bed, his stiff prick bumped against her ass.
Jerry gently set Julie on the bed. She pivoted on her ass and spread her legs in his face. Her hairless cunt gaped, the lips fat and pink while the interior tunnel made small sucking noises.
"Eat me, Jerry," Julie urged. "Go down on my pussy."
Jerry crawled onto the bed, licking his lips. Kneeling between Julie's spread thighs, he pushed his face to her cunt. His first taste of Julie's sugary twat caused him to shudder with delight.
"Use your tongue," Julie told him. "Nice and deep. Ream out my pussy."
Jerry's tongue stiffened, jabbing inside Julie's cunt. Then his tongue squirmed.
"Keep this up and I'm going to come," Julie moaned, shaking her ass.
That was just what Jerry hoped to make her do. His tongue pumped in Julie's pussy in a fucking motion.
Her ass bounced on the mattress and her legs shot up in the air. Her toes were wriggling and her breath gusting.
Jerry drove his tongue up Julie's cunt as though he intended to keep her climaxing forever.
"Stop! Enough!" Julie finally cried.
She pushed Jerry's face away from her cunt.
Jerry was surprised.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked self-consciously.
"Your tongue was fantastic in my pussy," Julie reassured him. "But now it's time for you to top yourself."
"You mean fuck you?"
Julie said nothing. Instead, she replied with a horny grin as she slipped a pillow under her ass. Then her fingers tripped down the slopes of her inner thighs and snagged the rim of her cunt. She pulled her pussylips so far apart that her gash oozed juice.
Jerry gripped his cock. In its arousal, his cock seemed like it would rip from his crotch if he didn't get a handle on it.
Now Julie spoke again.
"Stick it in," she begged. "Shove your big cock up my pussy. Fuck me as hard as you can, stud."
Jerry had never heard a woman talk this way. It excited him almost as much as Julie's wide open cunt.
He guided his cockhead to the fleshy slash of Julie's fuckhole. Contact was made. The mouth of Julie's cunt sucked at the knob of Jerry's prick, demanding further penetration.
Jerry's crotch bucked. Half of his cock disappeared within Julie's cunt. It was tight and warm inside her. Her cunt squeezed.
"How big is your cock?" Julie asked the boy.
"Ten inches," Jerry answered.
"Then my cunt is missing about five inches of it," Julie said. "Give it to me. Fuck me with your whole prick, stud."
Just as her legs cradled his waist, Jerry sank the rest of his cock into Julie's pussy. Both crotches were flush now, grinding against each other.
The bedsprings squealed and the air was pungent with the aroma of raw sex. Julie was moaning continuously as Jerry fucked her harder and harder.
While they fucked, Julie and Jerry each concentrated on coming. Julie was already doing it; Jerry was getting there. Neither was in any condition to notice their surroundings.
The door to the room was slightly ajar. Normally it might have made no difference, but it did when someone was specifically looking for one of the people inside.
The intruder knocked at first, but when he heard the tell tale sounds from within, he could not resist eavesdropping. It was then that he spotted who he was looking for.
"Lucky little punk," the bell captain whispered hoarsely to himself as he watched Jerry fucking on the bed.
The bell captain had gone looking for Jerry when the kid hadn't come back from delivering an order from the kitchen to Mrs. Hoyle in 1603. A convention had just checked in and they were shorthanded downstairs. But now the bell captain had forgotten all about that. His throbbing cock had all his attention.
He sneaked inside the room, silently closing the door behind him. Then he crept toward the bed. His hand was at his fly, easing down his zipper.
The bell captain's name was Henry. He'd been at the job twenty years and had seen all kinds of women check in and out of the hotel. He knew when there was no risk in going as far as he wanted to go with one of them.
Henry cleared his throat to capture the fuckers' attention. His pants were at his knees and his exposed cock was jutting in the air when he was noticed.
Jerry looked at the bell captain, then at Julie, his face suddenly drained of color.
"M-my boss," he stammered.
"Forget about that now, boy," Henry chuckled. "For now we're in this together. Equals. I'm sure the lady doesn't mind."
Julie had never had two men at the same time before. It was an experiment she couldn't resist.
"Jump on in," she told the bell captain as calmly as if she had been expecting him all along. "I could use a cock in my mouth while Jerry fucks my cunt."
"You got it, lady," Henry answered.
He got rid of his pants and made it a threesome on the bed. Crouching over Julie's face, he dangled the plum of his cockhead just above her lips.
"Feed it to me," Julie pleaded. "Fuck my mouth with that big prick."
Jerry watched with wonder as Julie swallowed his boss' cock. He still wasn't sure this was really happening.
Facing Jerry, Henry made eye contact with the mind-boggled boy.
"Nice stuff, huh, kid?" the older man said, shoving his cock down Julie's throat.
Jerry didn't know how to respond. Then he remembered that his cock was still lodged in Julie's cunt at the same time Henry was fucking her mouth. The squeezing warmth of Julie's cunt spasmed along the length of Jerry's prick, knocking his balls.
All at once the situation didn't seem so bizarre to Jerry. His stiff cock started moving again in Julie's pussy.
"Yeah, that's it, boy," Henry said, spurring Jerry on. "Fuck her. Fuck that tight cunt while I give her my cock in her mouth. This bitch is horny as hell. She wants all the action she can get. We're doing her a big favor."
"Something like this has happened to you before?" Jerry asked Henry.
"Work at this hotel as long as I have, kid," the bell captain chuckled, "and nothing will surprise you. Especially about women."
"Wow," was all Jerry could think of to say.
"Just think of it as fringe benefits, boy," Henry cracked. "Now come on, boy, what say you and me shut up and let this chick go to work on us. Do what she does best-fuck and suck."
Julie had been listening to Henry and Jerry talk about her and now eagerly grabbed the spotlight. She was determined to leave her mark, even on the jaded bell captain. There may have been plenty of other horny women who put out for the hired help, but she was determined to be the best.
She tugged at the cock in her mouth, turning on the captain. Down in her cunt, she put Jerry's cock in a vise. The two men stopped talking, responding with a pair of lusty moans.
Julie had a goal. She wanted Henry and Jerry to come in her at the same time. Twin streams of jism in her mouth and cunt were what she craved, a bellyful and womb full of cum.
Henry fucked her in the mouth. Jerry fucked her cunt. The two cocks were about the same size, each long and fat. Julie guessed that their cum would be equally sweet and hot.
"Gonna come in this chick's mouth," Henry grunted, as his prick jabbed Julie's throat.
"My cock's ready to blow in her pussy," Jerry replied.
Man and boy bore down, gritting their teeth. Their balls clung to their hiked pricks.
"Ahhhh," Henry groaned with release, Jerry echoing him by a split second.
The two cocks erupted simultaneously. As a flood of hot cum gushed down her throat, another torrent of jizz scalded Julie's cunt. Julie's objective had been reached, two pricks were creaming in her at once.
The dual sensation did not disappoint Julie. She could imagine herself taking on even more men some time. Three, maybe four. She could picture herself totally swamped with cum, inside and out. She knew now she was capable of anything when it came to sex.
"Mmmm, shot my wad," Henry said to Jerry when Julie had sucked his cock dry. "How about you, boy?"
"My nuts are drained," Jerry answered, "but my prick is still hard. I'm not tired at all. Feel like fucking all over again."
"No, it's not like jerking off, is it, boy?" Henry grinned. "A good woman always leaves you wanting more, no matter how much you've just come in her."
"Do you really think she wants more action?" the boy asked the older man.
"Are you kidding?" Henry laughed. "Here, let her tell you herself how bad she still wants our cocks."
Henry pulled his prick from Julie's mouth so she could speak. The words spilled out.
"Keep fucking me!" Julie urged, strands of jism connecting her lips.
"You want some cock in your ass now, baby?" Henry leered.
"Right on!" Julie cried.
"The boy'll take care of it."
"What about you, Henry?" Jerry gulped.
"I'll just watch for a while," Henry said.
"You don't mind just watching?" Jerry asked.
"I dig it. Been peeking through the keyholes of this hotel for twenty years," Henry revealed. "Besides, boy, you've got a lot of years on me. You carry the ball while I get my full strength back. Fuck the lady in the ass."
"Got it settled, boys?" Julie cut in, teasing.
"Just line up that sweet ass of yours with the kid's cock and you'll find out about 'settled,' " Henry answered. "I guarantee you that young, strong cock will have you screaming bloody murder before you know it."
"I'll have both your jobs if you're lying," Julie saucily replied.
"Well, you heard the lady, Jerry," Henry grinned. "It's up to you, boy. Do your duty. She wants your prick in her ass, and she wants it to hurt. Do it. Ass-fuck her like you were trying to split her in two."
"I'll make it easy for you," Julie told the boy, flopping over onto her belly.
She knelt, her ass in Jerry's face. The tawny asscheeks parted. Julie's exposed asshole was round and red, throbbing in a sensual pucker. The impact was so stunning that for a long moment Jerry and his breath parted company.
"I know how you feel, kid," Henry said. "There's nothing sweeter than a good looking woman's shithole. Almost beats her cunt. And it's a helluva lot tighter once you get your cock up there. Go ahead, kid, ass-fuck the chick. She's dying for your big prick up her ass. Better give it to her before she rapes you."
"The man speaks the truth," Julie called back to Jerry.
She reached around, gripping her asscheeks with gouging fingertips, yanking her buns apart. Her asshole opened, ready for the struggle of a cock forcing its way inside.
Jerry held on to his twitching cock to calm it down, then he guided it toward the kill.
Jerry's cockhead mashed into Julie's asshole. The boy's crotch jerked. His cockhead went inside the tight opening, and both he and Julie moaned with pleasure. "Ram it, boy," Henry urged from the sidelines. "Rough! That's how she likes her butt-fucking."
Jerry channeled his strength to his crotch. His cock pushed forward, never buckling despite the natural resistance of Julie's tight ass.
"Don't worry, I'm not fighting you," Julie told the straining boy. "Tight is just the way a woman's ass is. That's what makes fucking her there so special. Keep on pushing, stud. Your cock'll be shafting my ass before you know it."
Jerry didn't let up. In fact, he increased the pressure.
All of a sudden something gave within Julie's ass. When his cock surged more than he expected it to, Jerry lurched forward as if he were falling.
When Jerry caught himself, clutching Julie's dangling tits like handles, his belly and crotch were flush against the smooth female asscheeks. Jerry's cock could go no farther, he was butt-fucking Julie to the hilt.
"Super!" Julie cried. "Your prick's so deep in my ass. Now put your cock to work in my butt, stud... in and out... back and forth."
Jerry began working his cock in Julie's ass as if he were trying to saw her in two. To keep his balance while his crotch bucked, he squeezed Julie's tits, pinching her nipples between his strong fingers.
"Hurts so good," Julie whimpered. "The more you make me suffer, the harder I'll come."
She groaned now with orgasm, shaking her head so her long blonde hair flew. Her naked body was hot pink from circulating blood. Beads of sweat glinted like body oil on her glossy skin.
Watching all this, Henry decided to stop being just a spectator. A new surge of energy had rushed to his crotch and his cock stood straight out.
"I can dig it," Henry said, patting the head of his prick. "Time for the old man to put in his two cents worth."
Henry shifted around in front of Julie, lining up his crotch with her face while Jerry butt-fucked her from behind.
"Want me to suck you off again?" Julie asked Henry when she caught sight of his revived hardon.
Henry shook his head. He had something else in mind besides a blow-job.
He was vigorously stroking his prick now, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the fiery crown, jerking-off like a kid a third his age.
"I'm going to come in your face," Henry told Julie, beating his cock in her face. "I dig seeing a chick sloppy with my jizz. In her hair... dripping from her eyebrows... running down her cheeks. Mmmmm."
Sighing, Henry closed his eyes, imagining the spectacle in advance. His fist moved faster around his cock.
In the meantime, Jerry was bringing the ass-fuck to its conclusion with his driving cock. The friction generated by the union of his big prick and Julie's tight asshole had worked its magic. Jerry was on the verge of coming.
"My prick's gonna shoot in your ass!" he excitedly called to Julie.
"Let me have it, stud!" Julie answered over her shoulder.
But then Henry grabbed a clump of her hair, yanking Julie's face back to face his crotch. "And I'm gonna come in your sweet, little face at the same time Jerry comes in your sweet, little ass," Henry chuckled, furiously stroking his cock.
"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Julie declared.
She was flying with excitement. Two cocks doubled her thrills.
"Come in my ass! Come in my face!" she shrieked.
"You got it, bitch," Henry rasped.
"Right on!" Jerry joined in.
It was impossible for Julie to tell which cock erupted first. Just as she saw Henry's cockhead spurt in her face, she felt the cum from Jerry's butt-fucking prick scalding her bowels.
Now cum was splashing against Julie's face and up her ass with equal force. She wagged her head from side to side and wriggled her butt, doing her best to take advantage of every precious drop of the twin bursts of jizz.
"Love it!" Julie screamed.
Cum splotched her face. Deep in her ass, another load of jism mixed with her shit.
Julie was still going strong, but it was quickly over for her male partners. Their cocks drained and shrinking, Henry and Jerry fell away from Julie, gasping for air.
Left on her own, Julie rubbed the jizz that dripped from her face and leaked from her ass all over her naked body. She wound up shining.
The phone rang then. This signal from the outside world had the impact of a frigid blast-of air. On the bed, Julie, Henry and Jerry acknowledged the intervention of reality with disappointed sighs.
"Probably the goddamn manager," Henry grumbled. "The son of a bitch knows that Jerry came up here, and that I went looking for him."
"I'll handle it," Julie volunteered. "I'll get you boys off the hook. After all, I'd say I owe you both a favor."
She went to the phone. Yes, she told the manager, the bell captain and the bellboy were still up in her room, but there was a good reason. She'd had an accident and they'd helped her clean it up.
Unable to resist a satisfied customer, the manager forgave his missing employees. Julie had saved the day.
"Thanks for saving our asses," Henry said as he donned his pants. "If there's anything I can do... "
"I'm tempted to say you couldn't possibly do any more," Julie chuckled. "But there is one little favor."
"Name it," Henry enthusiastically replied. "I can get you anything you want in this hotel." Julie slyly grinned.
"I'll be down in the bar tonight," she said. "If you run into some guy who's looking for action and seems like my type, steer him my way."
"Horny bitch," Henry laughed with admiration, Jerry joining in as his education about women like Julie continued.
"I am what I am," Julie replied with a shrug. "No apologies."
"The best kind of woman," Henry chuckled, elbowing Jerry. "Right, kid?"
"So do we have a deal?" Julie asked.
"Sure thing," Henry answered. "You show up in that bar tonight and you'll have guys crawling all over you begging for a fuck, if that's what you want."
"Thanks."
"But I'll tell you something," Henry said to Julie, a glint in his eyes. "You don't need my help."
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie entered the gloomy hotel bar like a shaft of light. Her sexiness almost glowed.
She had worked at it. Before leaving her room she had put on her most clinging clothes. With no bra or panties underneath to hold her body in check, she was poetry in motion.
Sitting at the bar, Julie crossed her legs, showing plenty of thigh. The bartender stopped what he was doing and scurried over to wait on her.
"What's your pleasure, ma'am?" he bubbled.
Julie ordered scotch and milk. When she arched her back and flexed her nipples through her sheer blouse, the bartender almost spilled the drink all over the front of himself.
"Here," he rasped, sliding the glass Julie's way.
"How much do I owe you?"
"No charge," the bartender said.
"Thanks."
"Thank the dark-haired guy down at the end of the bar," the bartender told Julie. "He told me to set you up on his tab the second you walked into the place."
Julie laughed. She realized she hadn't even bothered to bring her purse, she was so confident this would happen.
She excused herself from the bartender and drifted along the bar to thank the dark-haired man for the drink.
He was well-dressed and handsome, a young, strong catch.
"Name's Ron Edwards," he said, introducing himself. "You're Julie Hoyle, aren't you?"
"Talking to the bell captain, huh?" Julie grinned.
"He said you might like some company," Ron said.
"He was right," Julie purred.
She climbed up on the stool next to Ron, swiveling her ass to face him. She made no attempt to pull down her dress.
Catching her feet on the bottom rail of the barstool, Julie relaxed with her knees apart. Ron could not ignore the view up the chute of her thighs.
Julie was amused at his reaction to the beaver shot she was flashing.
"No, I'm not wearing any panties, if that's what you're wondering," she giggled to the squinting Ron. "They just get in the way."
"Uh, looks like something else was in the way, too," Ron said, choosing his words carefully as he peered between Julie's spread legs.
"Mmmmm, I like a man with an eye for detail," Julie cooed, realizing that Ron had spotted her shaved cunt. "You deserve a reward for being so observant. After all, a woman doesn't take a razor to her cunt unless she wants the right man to notice."
As she drained the scotch and milk, Julie scooted her stool closer to Ron. Clasping his knee between her thighs, she shifted her ass until she could feel the fabric of his trousers in contact with her bald cunt. Then she rubbed.
"Not a hair left down there," she whispered to the panting Ron. "My pussy is as smooth as glass. Want a better look, stud?"
"N... not here," Ron stammered.
"Don't worry," Julie laughed. "I'm not quite horny enough to strip in public. I was thinking maybe we should go up to my room after you buy me another drink."
"Why wait?" Ron anxiously gulped.
"I've got my reasons," Julie said, her flickering smile sly and mysterious.
Ron was puzzled by Julie's delay as he ordered another round of drinks. Julie sipped her second scotch and milk in silence, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She made it clear she was waiting for something to happen.
It did. Another man. Recognizing him across the dimly-lit room even though she had never seen him fully clothed before, Julie invited him over with a sultry glance.
"What are you doing? Who's that guy?" Ron irritably hissed when he realized Julie was coming on to someone else. "You prick-teaser... I thought we were going to your room to get it on."
"We are," Julie answered calmly. "But I never said it had to be just me and you."
Now the man Julie had beckoned had arrived. He and Ron eyed each other with suspicion while Julie made an introduction.
"Ron, this is Bill. We met by the pool earlier," Julie said. "Bill, meet Ron Edwards."
The two men didn't bother to shake hands as they tried staring each other down.
"Ron and I were just leaving," Julie said. "Care to tag along, Bill?"
"Where are you going?" Bill wryly inquired.
"Straight to bed," Julie bluntly announced.
With that, she stood up and grabbed each of her men by the arm and guided them toward the nearest exit. When the threesome caught the elevator, Ron and Bill were still clinging to their silence. Julie left it that way. She was interested in their cocks, not conversation.
Empty except for Julie, Ron and Bill for the first part of the ride, the elevator stopped on the tenth floor to pick up another passenger. Julie's face lit up when the doors whooshed open and she saw who was about to get on.
"My, this is a coincidence," she purred as the new passenger boarded to the glares of her two escorts. "Looks like we're fated to keep running into each other in elevators."
Julie was talking, of course, to the man who had fucked her in the elevator less than twenty-four hours after her wedding.
"If you're alone," he said to Julie, ignoring Ron and Bill, "maybe we could go somewhere and pick up where we left off."
"No, I'm hardly alone," Julie laughed. "But that doesn't mean you're not welcome to join our merry crew. In fact, I insist we make it a foursome.
Ron and Bill, this is... "
"Tony," the man cut in. "Where are we going?"
"To bed," Julie smirked.
The three men took turns looking at each other like characters in a French farce.
"You three studs are going to fuck me," Julie said, boldly stating her proposition. , After a couple of moments of electric silence, the elevator hit Julie's floor. She walked out of the car, the three men trailing in her wake like horny dogs following a bitch in heat.
Once inside her room, Julie wasted no time. She stripped without comment. Naked, she stood surrounded by the men, slowly rotating so they could all get a good look at her. Then she broke away and headed for bed.
Reclining at the center of the bed, Julie spread her legs. Her cunt sparkled with juice as she pulled the lips apart with her fingertips.
"I want cock," she told the men. "And I don't care who gives me his first."
The pricks of the three men shifted visibly in their pants. Tony was the first to unzip his fly.
"Hell, I'm game," he told everybody. "Haven't been in on a gang-bang since Viet Nam."
Ron and Bill watched as Tony dropped his trousers and pushed down his shorts. His cock was chafed red from being cooped up while it was so hard. Out in the open, it jutted from his crotch like a crimson spear.
Tony crawled onto the bed. Julie embraced him with her legs, pulling him between her thighs. His cock bumped her cunt.
Julie guided Tony's cock into her pussy and wriggled her ass. They were fucking.
"Feels so good," Julie moaned, her hips shaking so Tony's cock twisted in her twat. "Mmmmm, I love to fuck."
"You've got the right man for the job," Tony boasted, driving his prick to the depths of Julie's squeezing fuck-hole.
Julie slipped her hand under Tony's ass and played with his balls while his cock pumped in her cunt. The bedsprings screeched as the fucking heated up. Tony sealed one of Julie's tits with his mouth and sucked the nipple practically down his throat.
"Ahhh," Julie responded, "I'm coming already. What a night this is going to be. Where are those other two studs?"
"Forget about 'em," Tony slurred with a mouthful of tit. "I'm the one fucking you now."
"That you are," Julie swooned. "And just keep on doing it. I want your cum in my cunt."
"Hang on, then," Tony responded. "My cock is going into high-gear."
Tony's ass blurred as his stiff prick jackhammered in Julie's cunt. Julie tightened her pussy muscles to the ultimate, adding to the spellbinding friction.
As they looked on, Ron and Bill loosened up. Julie's lust for fucking was so strong that it would have seemed unnatural to limit her to one man. Ron and Bill were just grateful to be included in the erotic circus, any lingering misgivings they had about gang-fucking swept away by Julie's horny enthusiasm.
"Look at that chick fuck," Bill said to Ron. "Man, I can't wait to sink my prick into her. What a woman."
"I think our friend Tony's about to come in her cunt," Ron noted.
"Yeah, look at him go. His cock's like a pile driver in her pussy."
"Her cunt's going to be sloppy as hell after Tony shoots his wad," Ron predicted. "That's why I plan to fuck her in the ass when it's my turn. I like a nice, clean hole to ball. What about you?"
Bill shrugged.
"Another guy's cum doesn't bother me," he said. "At least not since the last time I made it with this chick."
"No kidding, you've fucked her before?" Ron asked Bill.
"She picked me up down by the pool. Horny as hell, just begging to be fucked," Bill explained. "When I got her up in my room, her ass and pussy were both full of somebody's else's jizz, maybe even this guy Tony's. But I didn't mind. Shit, I ate her out like I was starving to death. With a woman like this, anything goes. She's doing any man she picks up a favor, whether he's first or last in line. I'll take what I can get."
"Glad you feel that way, because I'm fucking her next," Ron chuckled, unbuckling his belt. "I'm moving in on her sweet ass the minute Tony comes in her cunt.
"Be my guest," Bill said. "I like a good show.
Just let me give you a little piece of advice, though, like I told you, I've already fucked this chick, including her ass. So I know what I'm talking about."
"Yeah?"
"Hurt her. She really gets off on it. Butt-fuck I her like you were trying to split her in two and she'll come for you like nobody's business."
"Check. Thanks for the information," Ron eagerly replied. "I'll definitely keep it in mind."
Meanwhile, on the bed, Tony had shoved his prick one last time to the core of Julie's cunt. His nuts clung to the base of his hilted cock.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he bellowed, his prick erupting. "I've never come so hard."
"So hot... so thick," Julie groaned as Tony's jizz swamped her cunt.
Julie extended her legs, her toes squirming. At I the same time she hugged Tony, crushing his chest against her tits and chewing at his earlobe until blood trickled down his jaw.
With his chance at Julie coming up quickly, Ron dropped his pants and stepped out of them, naked from the waist down. Fingering his rigid cock, he! moved to the edge of the bed.
"Okay, brother," Ron said to Tony, "you're had your turn. Pull out and give a fresh cock some action."
It was Julie who pushed an exhausted Tony away. Seeing Ron's throbbing hardon, Julie couldn't wait for a replacement cock to fuck.
Now Ron moved in, elbowing Tony off the bed. Grabbing Julie's ankles, Ron jackknifed her legs all the way back over her head, stretching them in a wide "V" so her ass was turned up with the asscheeks spread.
Julie's exposed asshole was a pulsing jewel, in perfect position to be fucked by Ron's iron cock.
"Ever seen a prettier butt?" Bill said knowingly from across the room.
"Not hardly," Ron answered. "God, I'm gonna love butt-fucking her."
"Then do it!" Julie pleaded. "Drive your cock into my ass!"
Ron angled his hardon down, pushing the head against Julie's asshole. He shoved. His cockhead and several inches of his shaft plunged into Julie's ass.
"More!" Julie cried. "Ram your cock in my ass!"
She tipped her ass even higher. Now the path of Ron's prick was straight down into her tightest hole.
Ron pushed with all his strength. The rest of his cock sank into Julie's asshole.
"Mmmm, love that pain," Julie groaned.
She wiggled around, twisting Ron's prick in her ass. A climax was on its way, barreling along the track of her senses.
"I'm coming!" Julie shrieked, her face wearing dual masks of pain and pleasure.
Ron's cock was savage in her ass. It was also magnificent. The penetration was so severe that Julie felt like she was being torn up inside, but the simultaneous ecstasy made any suffering worth it.
"Fuck me! Rip me to pieces!" Julie shouted.
"Make me keep coming!"
Ron's cock became a piston, plunging up and down in Julie's ass. The area around Julie's asshole had already turned red, and now it was flirting with black and blue.
While he butt-fucked Julie, Ron laid his weight on her jackknifed legs. At the same time, he mauled her tits. There was nothing gentle about the kind of number his masculine instinct told him to do on a woman like Julie.
"Bitch! Whore!" Ron rumbled, his prick drilling Julie's ass. Talking dirty to her excited him.
It was even better when Julie answered him from the gutter.
"Bastard! Motherfucking son of a bitch!" she called Ron.
"How do you like this, slut?" Ron snorted, twisting the nipples of Julie's tits.
"You can't hurt me enough," Julie defiantly responded. "It just makes me come harder!"
She didn't lie. An orgasm raged through her with blazing force. Ron's cruelty only fanned the flames.
Ron was feeling the heat, also. His balls burned, anxious to release their molten burden.
"I'm gonna come," he told Julie, making it sound like a threat. "The hottest jizz you'll ever take."
"Talk is cheap," Julie shot back. "Then try this in your ass, bitch!" Ron ground his teeth, concentrating on opening the valve at the base of his crotch. "Ahhhh!?" he gasped with sudden release.
"Take it, bitch! Take my cum in your ass!"
Jizz bolted from the pipe of Ron's cock, scalding Julie's bowels.
"Ooooh, lover, you kept your word," Julie raggedly moaned. "Your cum is sooo hot... so hot in my ass. Don't stop shooting it into me with your big prick... ahhh, can't get enough of your jizz."
But Ron was only human. He had a cock between his legs, not a fountain.
"Can't come any more," he told Julie when his prick slowed to a dribble in her ass. The macho edge to his voice was abruptly gone. Butt-fucking Julie had taken everything he had out of him.
Spent, Ron pulled his sticky, shrunken cock from Julie's cum-filled ass and rolled over. Misjudging the width of the bed, he toppled to the floor. Too tired to care about the others laughing at his clumsiness, Ron sprawled on the floor, catching his breath and collecting his senses.
Naked and spread-eagled in bed, Julie was still going strong, ready for her third man. She had fucked Tony and Ron. Now it was Bill's turn to ball her.
Bill drifted calmly toward the bed. He was in no rush. He had fucked Julie before. He knew she wasn't going any place.
Where Tony and Ron had gone furiously to work on Julie, Bill took it easy. Confident of the job he could do on Julie, he didn't feel the need to prove anything about what a macho stud he was. Tony and Ron were like a couple of horny teenagers as far as Bill was concerned.
So Bill didn't start fucking Julie right away as Tony and Ron had done. He used his tongue instead of his cock, lapping back and forth between Julie's cum-drenched ass and pussy. Julie was such a hell of a woman that she made him savor the taste of other men's jizz in her fuck-holes.
"Feels so good," Julie groaned, appreciating what Bill was doing to her ass and cunt with his tongue and mouth.
Now, his face remaining buried in Julie's shaved crotch, Bill shifted his body around. When he completed a half-circle, his cock was in sucking distance of Julie's mouth.
"Mmmm, sixty-nine," Julie swooned with approval. "Feed it to me, stud. Feed me your prick while you eat out my ass and pussy."
Bill jerked his hips toward Julie's face. She opened her mouth and snared his cock with her lips. Then his cockhead was plunging down her throat.
Bill rocked his hips, and Julie rolled hers. Bill's cock fucked Julie's mouth while his tongue fucked her pussy.
It was a classic sixty-nine. A man and a woman at their sucking best.
Ron had pulled himself up from the floor now, and he and Tony were envious as they watched Bill at work on Julie.
"Know what? I'm already primed for more of that bitch," Tony chuckled raunchily as he glanced at his revived hardon. "How about you, Ron?"
Ron checked out his prick. It was sore from fucking Julie's tight ass but not used up. Hardness was creeping back in.
"I dunno," Ron muttered, cautiously fingering his cock and balls.
"Try this on for size," Tony said. "All three of us dicking that bitch at the same time."
"It's Bill's turn to get it on with her," Ron pointed out. "He might not like us moving in on him."
"Screw, Bill," Tony laughed. "The chick'll love it. The more action she gets, the better she likes it. Come on, let's climb aboard. What've we got to lose except more cum?"
As he listened to Tony, Ron's cock sprang to full hardness. Ron's prick still ached, but its dominant reaction was to strain with arousal at the prospect of fucking one of Julie's damp holes.
"Why not?" Ron declared, impressed by his own hardon. "Let's go get her!"
Tony and Ron piled onto the bed, breaking up the sixty-nine. Bill was just getting ready to come in Julie's mouth when it happened, jerked away at the" last split second, Bill's freed cock spurted out of control, lobbing on Julie's face, down her neck, and across her tits.
"Oh, shit, look at this!" Julie bubbled when she realized what was going on. "Are you three guys going to fuck me at the same time?"
"You want it, bitch?" Tony roughly asked, stroking his bristling cock.- "What do you think?" Julie snapped.
"I think you're so horny, you'd take on an army," Tony said.
"Anything I can get," Julie answered with pride.
As Julie finished speaking, Tony abruptly filled her mouth with his surging prick. He sprawled on top of her, his legs straddling her torso and his crotch against her face. His hilted cock strained for depth, using Julie's mouth and throat like a cunt.
"Okay, boys, I'm fucking her in the mouth," Tony called to Ron and Bill. "You two split up her pussy and ass."
Ron was quickest off the mark. He pushed Julie's legs up, laying down on his side at right angles with her. His crotch was centered with the split of her ass. Slipping his cockhead between the cheeks of Julie's butt, Ron found the pucker of her asshole and penetrated it with a sideways lunge.
"Oooooh, shit, feels soo goooood," Julie moaned with a mouthful of Tony's cock as Ron fucked her ass.
But as great as the pricks in her mouth and up her ass were, Julie was greedy for even more cock. She knew that Bill's dick remained unaccounted for, and she wanted it right now in her last fuckhole. Her cunt.
She got it.
Bill moved in, crawling over Ron and resting between Julie's upturned thighs. His cock poked into the juicy slot of Julie's shaved cunt without a hand to guide it. Julie's fuck-hungry cunt just seemed to gobble up Bill's stiff prick.
With cocks surging down her throat, up her ass and deep in her cunt, Julie was in heaven. She had done it. She was making it with three guys at once. Mouth, butt and pussy. Each hole fucked simultaneously.
Julie couldn't speak. But she could think.
"Harder! Harder!" she mentally screamed. "Fuck me in the mouth! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the cunt!"
As if they could read Julie's mind, Tony, Ron and Bill jackhammered their pricks. Absorbing the three-way cock-thrusting, Julie writhed, her whipsawed body making the overworked bedsprings sing.
Caught up in her own thunderous orgasm, Julie started to think about male climaxes. She would soon be receiving the cum from a trio of them.
"God, she thought, how she wanted to experience three cocks shooting their hot cum into her all at once.
She would make it happen quickly, Julie decided. She turned on the suction in her mouth, pressuring Tony's prick. The tunnel of her ass spasmed, squeezing Ron's hardon. Her cunt became a vise around Bill's hiked cock.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna blow!" Tony whooped. "Fill this chick's mouth with jizz! She won't be able to swallow it all!"
"Me, too," Ron gasped. "Can't hold back my cum... ready to shoot it in her ass."
Only Bill said nothing. However, he was actually the first to come. Lurching in Julie's pussy, his cock let go with a sudden torrent of jizz.
Tony's prick quickly followed suit. It gushed its thick cream down Julie's throat.
Last but not least there was Ron. The cum from his cock poured into the cavity of Julie's ass, its impact scorching.
With cum swamping her from three directions, Julie became delirious with joy. She was climaxing as hard as all three men combined. Her belly convulsed, glowing with cum, a mixture of jism and shit gurgled in her bowels. Her pussy foamed with a blend of its own juice and Bill's jism.
Finally, all too soon for its participants, the multiple fucking had reached its conclusion. The cocks inside Julie softened. When they pulled out, Julie's mouth, ass and cunt leaked cum.
The men were worn out, temporarily unable to fuck anymore. But Julie had still not touched bottom.
And so, as Tony, Ron and Bill sprawled around her, Julie greedily got herself off one more time. Fingers in her ass and pussy were her method.
"Oooooooh, this is great," she moaned as she savored her bonus climax.
At last she was satisfied, but just for the time being. Julie was honest enough with herself to recognize that no amount or type of sex was too much for her. She would never stop trying to get all the fucking and sucking she could.
CHAPTER SIX
The tapping on the door awakened Julie. Groggy, she wasn't sure where she was at first.
She glanced around and recognized the hotel room where she was supposed to be spending her honeymoon. She was alone in bed. Her husband was hundreds of miles away. The three guys who had fucked her all night long in the cunt, mouth and ass were gone. Julie stretched under the covers. "Oooooh," she winced. "God, I'm sore." She was starting to reminisce about the gangbanging action of the night before when the tapping on the door started again. "Who is it?" Julie irritably called. Nobody answered. Instead, the door squeaked open.
Julie sat up in bed, so surprised at the intrusion that she did not notice when the sheet fell away and exposed her tits.
A young woman entered the room. Even her frumpy maid's uniform could not hide her slender, dark beauty.
"Oh... excuse me, please," she gulped when she saw Julie in bed, nude from the waist up. "No one answered when I knocked. I thought the room was empty and I could clean up. I'll come back."
"It's okay," Julie answered, now aware of her exposure and intrigued by the gaze of another woman's eyes on her tits. "You can clean up while I'm taking a bath."
Julie got out of bed, making no attempt to conceal her nudity. The maid's eyes never shifted from Julie's naked body as it glided across the room.
"I think she digs me," Julie chuckled to herself once she was behind the bathroom door. "Hmmmm, wonder what she'd do about it if I gave her a chance?"
The possibility of a lesbian experience had never seriously crossed Julie's mind in the past. But the maid's hungry eyes on her naked body had stimulated her curiosity to the point where she could not help but wonder what it would be like to get it on with another woman.
Rolling the situation over in her mind, Julie drew her bath water. While the tub filled, she made her decision about how to deal with the maid's apparent attraction to her.
Just before she slipped into her bath, Julie made sure the door was ajar. Sinking into the water, Julie chuckled as she looked across the room and spied the soap she had purposely neglected to bring to the tub with her.
"Oh, miss," Julie called to the maid, "could you come in here a second? I need a favor."
The maid appeared in the doorway. Her slender body trembled at the sight of Julie lolling naked in the tub.
"I forgot the soap," Julie said calmly. "Could you hand it to me, please?"
The maid moved as gracefully as a swan, even with her obvious nervousness. When she brought the soap to the tub, Julie's grasped the girl's thin wrist and returned her yearning gaze for the first time.
"Gina," Julie said, reading the girl's plastic employee I.D. tag. "What a nice name. It suits you."
"Th... thank you, ma'am," the girl stammered, her wrist still in Julie's grip.
"As long as you're here with the soap, Gina, maybe you could do me another favor," Julie said.
"Y... yes?"
"Wash my back, would you? I can never reach behind far enough to do a decent job of it myself."
"Y... yes, ma'am," the maid muttered. "If you want me to."
"I do," Julie said with a cat-like smile.
The maid unwrapped the soap and dipped the bar into the water, then put it to the soft skin of Julie's back. The girl's movements were jerky at first and Julie had to purr some encouragement.
"Work up a lather, Gina," she told the maid. "I like a lot of suds."
Gina was kneeling now to get a better angle. Julie sighed as she felt the lather build on her back. When Julie looked over her shoulder, her face was so close to the maid's that her hot breath blew some loose strands of Gina's raven hair back.
"This is so good," Julie moaned. "So relaxing."
Without warning, she shifted her body. The soap skidded and suddenly Gina was soaping one of Julie's tits.
"Ex... excuse me," Gina stuttered, but she made no move to remove her hand from Julie's tit.
"Don't apologize," Julie said.
Julie's nose was almost touching Gina's. It was easy for her to steal a kiss from the beautiful, young maid.
The soap splashed into the water as the two women's lips met. Then Julie's tongue was darting into Gina's mouth. By the time the kiss was over, the two women were embracing over the rim of the tub, Gina now almost as wet and soapy as Julie.
"Are you a lesbian, Gina?" Julie asked pointblank.
"No, no... please believe me, I'm not," the girl gasped with a blush. "I can't explain it. You're the only woman who's ever affected me this way. I've got a boyfriend and... "
"Forget your boyfriend," Julie said, cutting her off. "You've got me now."
Julie arose from the tub, drawing Gina up with her. The two women kissed again, exchanging hot tongues while Julie ran her hands along Gina's slim hips.
"W... what about you?" Gina, asked, panting, when the second kiss was over. "Are you a lesbian?"
"Never really had any tendencies until right now," Julie answered with a seductive smile. "But down deep I guess part of me must be gay because you sure turn me on."
"What do you want to do?" Gina gulped.
"Everything!" Julie said bluntly. "Everything two women can do to each other."
Julie stepped from the tub and led Gina from the bathroom into the bedroom. At the edge of the bed she began to expertly undress the hard-breathing maid.
Peeling the blouse of the uniform away, Julie saw that Gina was wearing nothing underneath. "No bra," Julie noted.
"I'm so small I don't need one," Gina murmured self-consciously.
It was true. However, although modest in size, Gina's tits were virtually perfect. Especially the nipples, which were pink and pouty.
"Mmmmm, don't apologize, you're gorgeous," Julie said, crooning her approval after pulling the top of the uniform away and leaving Gina nude from the waist up. "I can't wait to see your pussy, darling."
Julie yanked the shirt of the uniform down. Gina was wearing panties, but they were flimsy and tight, showing off her cunt almost as boldly as if she had been wearing nothing.
"Wow, you're wet," Julie noted. "The crotch of your panties is soaking."
"Oooooh, don't I know it," Gina swooned, rubbing her damp twat through the sopping crotchband of her panties.
One of Gina's fingers snaked under the elastic of a leg hole. Her knuckle bulged in her panties and a rhythmic squishing began. Gina was finger fucking herself.
She came on the spot.
"A quick climax'll help me calm down," Gina giggled. "Being with you makes me so horny."
Julie grabbed the hand at Gina's panties and brought it to her own face. She licked the stickiness away from the finger that had just probed Gina's moist pussy.
"Swee-eeeet," Julie sighed. "Got to have more of that."
She pulled down Gina's panties, hungry for her new lover's cunt.
Gina's bare pussy was even more beautiful than Julie had anticipated. What's more, it presented an unexpected surprise. A delightful surprise.
"You shave your pussy, too!" Julie blurted. "God, I can see it all. Every detail of your cunt. I love it."
"Just like me with you," Gina mewed. She tugged at Julie.
"Come on, let's go to bed," Gina urged. "I hope you want to go down on my pussy as much as I'm dying to go down on yours."
The all-female sixty-nine quickly formed on the bed. The two women were side by side, their naked bodies curling together. Breathing hard, they prepared to eat each other's hairless cunts.
Gina's tongue got into action first. She smeared it around Julie's pussylips, then played some games with her lover's clit. Then Gina's tongue shot into the gash of Julie's twat, squirming like a snake.
Julie didn't go down on Gina's cunt quite so quickly. She was enchanted by the younger woman's hairless snatch and felt the need to admire and explore it with her eyes before sucking it.
Gina's was an amazing cunt, Julie thought. So soft and pink. But most striking, the pussylips were as disproportionately large as Gina's tits were small. And her fat clit resembled one of her nipples.
Julie pulled Gina's pussylips apart and peered into the tunnel of glistening meat within the maid's moist twat.
"I love your cunt," Julie told Gina with stark simplicity and ringing honesty. No cock had ever turned Julie on any more than this lovely girl's succulent pussy.
The tip of Julie's tongue traced the fleshy ridges of Gina's thick pussylips, picking up just a hint of female juice to make Julie's tastebuds tingle.
Soon, Julie was lapping Gina's clit. The magic button sprang back after every tongue-thrust. Gina's leaking pussy juice drooled down Julie's chin.
Finally, it was time for Julie's tongue to enter the damp chamber of Gina's twat. Julie made the penetration hard and surging. With the first thrust, her rigid tongue extended five inches up Gina's cunt.
"Ooooooh, tongue-fuck me," Gina said, despite a mouthful of Julie's damp cunt.
Julie jabbed with her erect tongue. Gina's pussy spasmed. Then Gina answered with a surge of her own tongue, and Julie's pussy was spasming too.
The sixty-nine was complete. The two naked women devoured one another's hairless cunts, lapping up pussy juice and tirelessly tongue-fucking.
With a pair of females getting it on, the climaxes were numerous. There was no impatient waiting for some man's cock to blow. Orgasm flowed continuously, both women sharing each other's tingling vibrations.
Julie and Gina sucked and sucked. Their faces were smeared with pussy juice. The squishing of stiff tongues in squeezing cunts filled the air. The sweet aroma of sex hung like a transparent silk curtain around the sixty-nining female lovers.
Despite their quantity of shared orgasms, both Julie and Gina kept getting hornier. It was time to carry the action a step farther.
Julie removed her tongue from Gina's cunt. Less than an inch below was an opening which turned out to be just as sweet. Julie quickly found herself forcing her tongue up another woman's asshole and panting with ecstasy.
Gina immediately followed Julie's example. Now the sixty-nine featured tongue in asses, and the orgasms that resulted were even stronger than before.
Julie and Gina went on like this for as long as they could stand it without busting out of their skins. They were charged up, totally committed to the pleasures of each other's naked bodies.
Eventually, they had to move on and try something else. As first-time lesbians, Julie and Gina were like virgins losing their cherries to one another. The wonder of it all drove them to tireless experimentation.
"I want to fuck you," Julie told Gina when the sixty-nine ended at last.
"Oh, God, I want to fuck you too... more than anything," Gina panted excitedly. "But how?"
"Where there's a will, there's a way," Julie chuckled. "Just leave it to me. We'll be fucking before you know it."
Abruptly, Julie left the bed and headed for a table at the other side of the room. The hotel provided a complimentary bowl of fruit. Julie plucked a large banana from it and returned to a giggling Gina.
"It'll get all slushy in our cunts if we fuck too hard," Gina said, laughing when Julie guided the banana between the maid's spread legs.
"We'll take it easy," Julie purred. "Nice 'n' slow."
"It's worth a try," Gina answered. "Anything to get a chance at fucking you."
"I'll put it in your cunt," Julie said.
She poked the end of the banana between Gina's pussylips, shoving gently. Gina moaned and bucked her hips. When she settled down, half the banana was lodged in her twat, while the other half curved from her crotch like a yellow hard-on.
"Now it's my turn to stick it in," Julie said.
She squatted above Gina, centering her hairless cunt with the jutting banana. Stretching her pussy lips with her fingertips, Julie eased down. The free end of the banana slid up her fuck-hole with a damp squish. When Julie came to rest, her crotch was flush with Gina's, half of the banana buried within each woman's twat.
"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," the female lovers chanted to one another.
Their asses squirmed, and the imitation cock twisted in their pussies. Julie and Gina moaned in a single voice as both climaxed at once.
Gina's excitement got out of control. She started grinding her hips. Julie had to slow her down to protect the stiffness of the banana connecting their cunts.
"Take it easy, baby," Julie soothed, nibbling at Gina's small tits with tender kisses. "We've got to make our cock last. Fuck me slow. Just get into a lazy groove. We don't have anything to prove to each other."
Gina's hips stopped thrusting, changing to a sensual roll. Julie matched Gina's revised fucking motion. The banana held up in their cunts, its jogging emphasis shifting from pussy to pussy.
With Julie on top of the action, Gina wrapped her legs around her female lover's slim waist. For her part, Julie sprawled forward, running her tongue over Gina's erect nipples.
"Fantastic," Gina murmured. "I've never been fucked so good."
"Don't tell that to your boyfriend," Julie teased.
"And don't tell your husband," Gina chuckled.
"You know about Art?"
"When you work in a hotel, it's like living in a small town. You find out everything about everybody," Gina said. "You're Mrs. Arthur J. Hoyle and you're on your honeymoon. And your husband checked out in a hurry without you. His job, I'll bet."
"On the money," Julie admitted to Gina while their rhythmic fucking continued. "Now what about you?"
"Nothing much to tell," Gina sighed. "I'm nineteen. Working my way through school. This is just a summer job. My boyfriend is a law student."
"Did you shave your pussy for your boyfriend?" Julie asked.
"Yes," Gina tittered. "Steve begged me to do it. Did you shave your cunt for your husband?"
"Yes," Julie admitted. "But down deep, I'd like to think I really did it because I knew somehow I'd meet someone like you."
"Mmmmm, you're sure a lot more romantic than my boyfriend," Gina crooned. "Steve never has time to say a word to me while we're fucking. You make me feel like I'm really something special, not just a convenient piece of ass."
"You are something special, darling," Julie crooned back.
Julie's crotch bucked and sent the imitation cock deep within Gina's cunt. Gina's hips automatically bounced back, returning the thrust to Julie's pussy.
In spite of their agreement to take it easy, Julie and Gina could no longer restrain themselves. Their fucking became stronger and stronger, without regard to the fragility of their connecting link. Their cunts were squeezing and pumping, their hips grinding together.
The banana began to crumble in the pussies which engulfed it. As the cock-shaped piece of fruit turned to mush within its skin, the lesbian fuckers desperately attempted to get everything they could from the dwindling hardness that joined their cunts.
However, even when the banana was all but squashed, the female fucking did not slow down. Clit was against clit now, and no cock substitute was needed for maximum erotic thrills. Julie and Gina climaxed as hard as possible, their sexual reliance on men a thing of the past.
Gina was so excited that she flipped Julie over and bobbed up on top of the action. Now she drove against Julie's cunt with the bony spur of her crotch, fucking as brutally as any man.
On the bottom for the first time in the encounter, Julie shot her legs straight up in the air and bounced on her ass while Gina ravaged her cunt. Julie's toes wriggled as if they were trying to escape her feet while a climax raged within her.
"Coming so damn much!" Julie gasped.
When she felt Gina's mouth sucking one of her tits, Julie came even more. She was so horny that she responded by knifing a finger up Gina's dewy ass, reaming out the narrow channel with her nail.
"I'm coming, too," Gina groaned. "That finger in my ass is heaven. Nobody's ever done that to me before. Give me another one in there so it's really tight."
Julie added another finger to Gina's ass, then a third for good measure. She hooked her fingers clawing the tender chute of Gina's butt.
This maneuver seemed to rev up a motor between Gina's legs. Her crotch moved like a universal joint, battering the crux of Julie's thighs.
Julie hooked her legs over Gina's shoulders, fucking her in return ad strongly as she could.
The banana shared by the two women's cunts could not withstand the grinding pressure. Its skin split and its mushy contents spilled into the pussies it had been fucking.
"Mmmm, that banana goo feels just like cum," Julie moaned as her cunt filled with the sloppy substance.
Gina reacted the same way. The lovers were very pleased with the accidental destruction of their connecting device.
Julie and Gina did not have to tell each other what to do next. Having their pussies primed with crushed banana just led them to the next stage of the action automatically.
They would end their fuck and go down on each other's pussies once again. Neither could resist sampling the sweet new ingredients of the other's cunt.
The return to a sixty-nine position was a sloppy affair, with Julie and Gina greedily feasting on the syrupy mixture of banana and pussy juice each of their twats had to offer. Fresh orgasms drove the partners on as they sucked and sucked one another's delicious cunts.
Eventually it all had to end. But not before Julie and Gina were thoroughly satisfied. Neither woman had ever experienced so much pleasure from another person's body.
Later, as they sprawled in bed, languishing in erotic fatigue, Gina would ask the logical question, the one that was on the minds of both lovers.
"What do we do now?" Gina whispered, nuzzling Julie's ear. "I can't bear not to see you again.
"Don't worry, I'll be around awhile longer," Julie answered. "And I think I've got an idea you'll find very interesting."
"Mmmm, let me hear it," Gina eagerly said.
"Just promise me one thing before I lay it on you."
"Name it."
"What I'm going to suggest might sound a little far out. So stay with me," Julie told Gina. "Trust me."
"It's too late now for me to do anything else," Gina grinned. "I'm ready for anything, no matter how wild."
"Good girl," Julie grinned back. "You won't regret it. We're going to be quite a team, you and I."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve Kendall was the kind of young man who took things for granted. Like Gina, for instance. His girlfriend's tits might be smaller than Steve would prefer, but by and large his relationship with her was ideal. Steve knew he could depend on Gina for steady fucking. He liked having that certainty in his life while he was sweating out the grind of law school.
From the beginning of his romance with Gina, Steve had been dominant. When Steve told her to do something, Gina did it without question. Like shaving her cunt. Hairless pussy was one of Steve's longtime fantasies that he had made come true through Gina. By coincidence, Steve had interrupted cramming for a final exam to think fondly about his girlfriend's smooth twat when the phone rang and it was Gina.
"Got a surprise for you," she said.
"I'm kind of busy," Steve answered. "Hitting the books for a big summer school exam. That course I'm making up in contracts. I really shouldn't go out. Can't your surprise wait?"
"No way," Gina told her boyfriend. "This time I'm calling the shots. If you don't pull yourself away from those damn books, Steve Kendall, you're never going to know what you're missing out on. And it's goo-oooood."
Steve felt his cock stiffen and shift in his jeans from the sultry flavor of Gina's voice. She didn't sound like herself. She was much sexier than usual.
"Bet you've got a hardon, don't you, tiger?" Gina purred over the phone. "You'll never get any studying done now."
Gina interrupted herself with a raunchy laugh.
"All you'll be able to think about is fucking... fucking... fucking," she crooned. "You'll just wind up jerking-off without ever getting the real thing."
Cramped in his shorts, Steve's swollen cock ached. His nuts were burning at the base of his crotch.
"Okay," Steve gasped at the mercy of the throbbing mound in his jeans. "I'll see you. Where do you want me to meet you?"
"At the hotel," Gina said.
She gave Steve a room number. He didn't question it because this wasn't the first time this had happened. Working as a maid meant that Gina knew which rooms were vacant. Steve had gotten it on with her more than once in a hotel bed between guests, and he naturally assumed this was to be the case this time.
So, it was with considerable surprise that Steve found himself confronting a strange woman a half an hour later. He was positive that he had knocked on the door of the right room.
"This is 1603, isn't it?" Steve asked, eyeing the woman. He had to admit she was a knockout.
"Yes, this is 1603," the woman said. "Are you looking for someone?"
"Well, uh... " Steve stammered. The unexpected always made him nervous.
Now it was the woman's turn to look Steve over. As her eyes roamed over his muscular form, she made it no secret that she liked what she saw.
"I wish you were looking for me," the woman purred, her eyes now fixed between Steve's thighs.
Steve could not control the rush of blood to his cock. His crotch bulged.
"My name is Julie," the woman said, seductively introducing herself. "Come on in, handsome."
She lured Steve into the room and quickly shut the door. Then, with no warning, she knelt before him and began unbuckling his belt.
"Do you have a big cock?" she asked.
Steve nodded silently, in awe at Julie's boldness. He was used to calling the shots when it came to sex. A woman had never come on to him like this before.
"I hope that nod means yes," Julie cooed. "Big cocks are always the most fun to suck."
Finished with Steve's belt, Julie now pinched the tab of his fly between her forefinger and thumb. She jerked down the zipper and thrust her hand into Steve's jeans.
"Mmmm," she said, "you really fill these jockey shorts, don't you, tiger?"
She rubbed Steve's dick through the cotton underwear until his cockhead popped up from the elastic waistband. Julie kissed the exposed knob of prick-flesh.
"Sweet," she sighed, then yanked down Steve's pants and shorts.
When Julie's lips touched Steve's cock again, she sucked not only the head but several inches of the shaft into her mouth. Her fingers crept up Steve's inner thighs and tickled his balls. When Steve's crotch reflexively surged and his hips began to rock, he was suddenly fucking Julie in the mouth.
Julie took his cock all the way down her throat with no difficulty. In response, Steve grasped the back of her head and forced her face flush against his grinding crotch.
"Your mouth is just like a cunt," Steve told Julie. "God, I can't wait to come in it and have you swallow all my jizz."
But Julie had other plans for Steve's eventual climax. It was something more spectacular than just the invisible disappearance of his cum into her belly.
It wouldn't be long before Julie would be able to give herself this treat. Steve was fucking her mouth faster and faster. The suction his prick was taking was certain to produce an explosive result very soon.
"Whew, am I hot," Steve puffed. "Gonna come really hard... right away!"
His cock flexed in Julie's throat. If Julie was going through with her plan, she had just enough time to spit out Steve's prick.
"What are you doing?" Steve gulped with surprise as Julie forced his cock out into the open. "I was gonna come in your mouth."
"Come on my tits, instead," Julie urged, ripping open her blouse so they spilled out. "Shoot your jizz all over them!"
She jacked-off Steve's red cock the rest of the way. The head of Steve's prick seemed to burst. Hot cum splashed Julie's tits, searing their tender flesh.
As Steve's jizz spurted, Julie's tits heaved. By the time Steve's prick was drained, cum dripped from Julie's nipples and splotched the jiggling tits.
Julie beamed. The hot cream on her tits wasn't the only reason. Steve's cock remained hard despite its outpouring.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Steve told Julie, stroking his tireless cock with macho pride.
"Mmmm, I like a man who takes charge," Julie murmured, smearing Steve's cum all over her tits. "Can I make just one little suggestion, tiger?"
"Sure, just so long as I ball you," Steve answered.
"Do it to me in the ass," Julie requested. "I feel like a really tight fuck."
"You got it!" Steve declared, grinning from ear to ear at his good luck in running into Julie. At the moment, he had forgotten all about meeting Gina in room 1603.
Julie jumped up and ran to the bed. After flinging her clothes away, she knelt in nudity, her face crushed against a pillow and her ass high in the air. Spreading her asscheeks, she was showcasing her rosy asshole by the time Steve joined her.
Kneeling on the bed also, Steve crawled in behind Julie. He fit his cockhead into the split of Julie's asscheeks and rubbed her asshole with the fiery knot.
"Don't tease me," Julie called back. "Stick your cock inside me. Fuck my ass."
Steve did more than that. As he forced his thick cock into Julie's asshole, he also spread his hand across her cunt. While his prick pushed deep within Julie's shit-pit, Steve's fingers massaged the hairless folds of her pussy, drawing a sticky flow of juice.
Now it was Julie's turn to up the stakes.
"Put your fingers in my cunt," she urged Steve. "Fingerfuck my pussy while you're butt-fucking me with your cock. I'll come twice as much that way."
"How about my whole hand up your snatch?" Steve said. "Ever hear of a fist fuck?"
"A fantastic idea," Julie groaned.
"Glad you dig it. Because that's what you're gonna get. My fist fucking your cunt and my cock fucking your ass. Every time you sit down for a week you'll think about me."
"Is that a threat or a promise, stud?"
"Whichever way you want it."
"I'll take it as a threat. I like my men rough."
"Then you've got the right dude."
Steve snorted as he stuffed Julie's cunt with his fingers. The fingers struggled in the enclosed space to form a fist, but quickly succeeded. When Steve snorted again, he was whamming his knuckled into the pit of Julie's cunt at the same time he drove his prick into her ass.
Because her cunt and her asshole were so close together, neither Steve's fist or cock penetrated Julie as far as would have been possible if one or the other had been fucking her on its own. But the twin impact more than made up for that.
"Hurt me!" Julie cried with ecstasy. "Hurt me good!"
"I'll leave you black and blue," Steve vowed.
"I'll wear the bruises like a badge," Julie gushed. She was really getting off on the pain.
"Are you coming yet?" Steve asked as his knuckled and cock punished Julie's cunt and ass.
"What else could I do?" Julie gasped.
Yes, she was coming all right. The vibrations coursed from her two fuck-holes with equal strength, swirling at the core of her being in a violent whirlpool.
Julie wanted to describe how she felt to her new lover, but suddenly she could no longer speak. When she tried to talk, animalistic groans replaced words. None of Julie's message was lost, though. If anything, her ecstasy came across even stronger this way.
Julie's primitive response made Steve want to surpass himself. Now he stopped fist fucking Julie's cunt, but what he did was even more bizarre.
Partially withdrawing his hand from Julie's cunt to gain maneuverability, Steve uncurled his fingers, twisting his palm up. Then, through the thin wall between cunt and asshole, Steve fingered his cock as well as he could while it continued ass fucking Julie.
With this kind of double situation, Steve's prick could not fuck much longer without letting go.
Steve's second climax was going to be twice as powerful as the one he had earlier in Julie's mouth.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna flood your ass," Steve rasped. "Shoot more cum up your butt than you'll believe."
His cock jammed to the core of Julie's ass, deeper in her butt than it had been at any point throughout the fucking. The cockhead swelled and gushed. Cum poured into Julie's bowels, its impact scorching.
Julie's expression of pleasure became even more primitive. She howled from the combination of the sizzling cum in her ass and her own soul-searing orgasm.
She was still going strong when Steve stopped coming in her ass. When his cock shrank, she pulled away from it and substituted a pair of her own gouging fingers in her asshole, plus a couple more in her cunt. Julie just couldn't bear to stop coming.
Shuddering with lust, Julie toppled on her side. Then, flopping on her back, she spread her legs wide, continuing to fingerfuck her ass and pussy.
Steve looked on in awe. He had never seen a hornier woman. He had never even imagined one in his raunchiest adolescent fantasies.
For the first time since he had entered room 1603, Steve thought of Gina. He compared his girlfriend to Julie and shook his head. As he saw it, there was no comparison.
He would soon see it differently.
Steve and Julie were not alone in 1603. From the beginning they had been closely watched. It was all part of the plan.
Eavesdropping on the action from the bedroom, Gina had seen her boyfriend fuck Julie in the mouth and ass with his cock, and fist fuck her in the cunt. At first Gina had been amused. But before long, the erotic rawness had turned her on. Now Gina could restrain herself no longer.
This also was part of the plan.
Gina wasn't wearing much to begin with, and stripped in a few seconds. Nude, she strode from the bathroom into plain sight. With her hands on her cocked hips, she cleared her throat.
Steve whirled around with surprise. When he saw his naked girlfriend, his face turned chalky.
"I... I can explain everything, G... Gina," he stammered.
"Don't bother," Gina snapped.
She glided toward Steve, her graceful movement emphasizing her nudity.
"I'm not interested in what you have to say," Gina told Steve when she reached the bed. "I'm only interested in one thing."
"Wha... what's that?" Steve gulped.
"Fucking!" Gina declared. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucked her."
Gina pointed to Julie, now curled in a ball, squeezing her hand in her crotch with her thighs.
"I'm all used up," Steve said. "I... I can't do it, Gina."
He looked self-consciously down at his prick. His cock and balls were lifeless.
"You're going to fuck me, Steve, that's all there is to it!" Gina insisted.
"But, I... "
"I'll see to it," Gina said, cutting Steve off. "You have no choice."
Steve looked toward Julie. She was obviously in on it, too. Otherwise she wouldn't have been laughing at him.
"You've been set up, Steve," Julie said, giggling like she was drunk.
"So you two are in this together," Steve muttered. "Why?"
"Why not?" Julie and Gina answered in a single voice.
Steve felt drugged. But he would not let himself cave in. Fighting his confusion, he concentrated, the same way he did when he was trying to grasp the point of a legal case when he was studying for a law school exam.
"Yes... why not?" Steve eventually whispered, more to himself than to Julie and Gina. "Two chicks are better than one."
"I think your boyfriend's coming around," Julie chuckled to Gina."
"He's got to fuck me first," Gina grinned. "It's definitely my turn for some cock."
"Take charge, then," Julie suggested.
Gina grabbed Steve by the hair and yanked his face toward her crotch.
"Eat my cunt," she demanded.
Gina's twat seemed to suck Steve's tongue out of his mouth. All of a sudden he was reaming her gash.
Gina propped a foot up on the bed. The shift in position deepened and widened her cunt. Steve's tongue automatically surged farther into her pussy.
"Check his dick," Gina told Julie. "See if he's getting another hardon."
Julie slithered around, peering in at Steve's crotch. She liked what she saw.
"Mmmmm, definite progress," she reported to Gina. "Your boyfriend's going to be all right. His cock's about halfway to a hardon now. Come in his mouth, Gina, and I'll bet your pussy juice will turn his prick to steel."
"I can take care of it," Gina confidently stated.
Gina's fingers cradled Steve's head. Rocking his head in the well of her thighs, Gina moved Steve's stiff tongue in her cunt like a cock. Orgasm came easily to her.
"Ahhhhh, drink my pussy juice," Gina sighed as she came in Steve's mouth.
While Steve gulped down the honey from his girlfriend's cunt, Julie checked the revival of his hardon. It was complete.
"Your boyfriend's cock is ready to fuck," Julie told Gina.
Hearing this, Gina pulled away from Steve's mouth, ending the cunt sucking. She found a space on the bed, threw herself onto her back and spread her legs. Her shaved cunt was wide open.
"Fuck me, Steve!" Gina commanded.
Steve faced his spread-eagled girlfriend. His cock twitched as it angled up in the air. He had never seen Gina so desirable.
Gripping his prick, Steve aimed the fiery head at the split of his girlfriend's fuck-hole. He guided his cockhead into the squeezing warmth. Then Gina's cunt took over, sucking the shaft of Steve's dick within its moist channel.
"Oh, fantastic," Julie sighed as she looked on. "Look at them starting to fuck. What a beautiful couple."
Julie never expected not to be horny when the scheme she had hatched with Gina for sharing Steve had reached this point. Nor had she kidded Gina or herself that she wouldn't do anything about it. Julie scrambled to join the action.
With Steve's cock hiking Gina's cunt, Julie moved in on the junction of prick and pussy. She was sure she could put her tongue and lips to valuable use.
Inserting her face at their crotches, Julie started slurping at cock and cunt. She lapped Gina's fat pussylips and licked Steve's balls. The fuckers responded to the caresses, balling harder than before.
"That's Julie down below," Gina told Steve. "She can't get enough."
"Neither can you, can you?" Steve asked.
"It took you long enough to figure that out," Gina answered. Then she sighed, "But then I'm guilty of the same thing. I didn't know how hot I could be, either. I guess we have Julie to thank."
"Who is she anyway?" Steve asked.
"An angel," was all Gina would say.
Julie overheard this and felt wonderful. She rewarded Gina for the compliment by poking the younger woman's clit with the tip of her tongue.
"When did you two chicks get together?" Steve inquired while he and Gina fucked and Julie tongued the interaction of cock and cunt.
"It just happened without warning," Gina explained. "Julie and I went for each other right away. We got it on like a couple of hardcore dykes. It was just fantastic."
"And then, when the sucking was over, you started telling each other the stories of your lives," Steve logically filled in. "Naturally, you got around to me."
"After what Julie brought into my life, I couldn't keep anything from her," Gina said. "Not even you, Steve."
"Weren't you jealous while I was fucking her?"
"Not as jealous as you would have been if you'd watched Julie and me getting it on," Gina tauntingly replied.
"Okay, okay, I get the message," Steve said.
"Then be quiet and just fuck me," Gina told her boyfriend. "All this gabbing doesn't help your cock move any harder in my pussy."
Steve's crotch lurched on cue, stabbing his prick to the depths of Gina's cunt. His cock became a piston. And, in response, Gina wrapped her legs around Steve, pushing back with every cockthrust.
"Jam me!" Gina urged. "Help me come!"
Down below, Julie was also assisting with the growth of Gina's orgasm. As Steve's cock fucked his girlfriend's cunt, Julie's tongue scraped Gina's pussylips and clit.
"Oooooh, I'm on the edge of a razorblade," Gina moaned after several moments of fucking and sucking. "Just waiting to come. Come so much!"
Gina tugged Steve's face against her small tits and shot her legs out, squirming her ass. Her pussy spasmed, unleashing a fresh bath of juice that slicked Steve's driving cock and leaked onto Julie's probing tongue.
"Yes! Yes! Now I'm coming!" Gina exclaimed. "You too now, Steve! Fill my pussy with your hot jizz! Make your cock explode in my cunt!"
Julie helped out with this aspect of the fucking, too. Transferring her mouth from Gina's cunt, she concentrated now on Steve's balls. While Steve jackhammered his prick into Julie's pussy, Julie sucked his nuts, building their cum supply to make the pressure unbearable.
The crunch was on. Steve could not have kept his cock from erupting if he had wanted to.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Steve blurted, his prick letting go deep in Gina's cunt.
Steve was sure that his cock had never spurted to much jizz. The hot cream just kept pumping from his cock.
Gina's pussy was quickly swamped. Steve's cum oozed from her cock-stuffed cunt, and Julie's mouth was immediately there to lap it up.
When Steve's cum spurting had slowed to a dribble, Julie pulled his cock from Gina's cunt. Julie deep-throated Steve's cock before it could soften, sucking the sticky cum and pussy juice from its head and shaft.
With Julie going down on him as soon as he had finished fucking Gina, Steve wondered if he would ever be given a chance to rest. It was difficult for him to believe that he had any more cum left in him. And yet, as Julie sucked him off, his prick remained stiff.
It would turn out that Steve was more potent than he thought possible. Not only would Julie's blow-job coax another blast of jizz from his prick, but after that so would Gina's asshole during a ramming butt-fuck.
"Fantastic," Steve kept gasping throughout the sucking and fucking.
The action eventually ended with its participants in utter exhaustion. The threesome on the bed had at last satisfied their erotic greed. Now they would untangle and rest, Steve flanked by a pair of naked women, his cock sore but his senses brimming with pleasure. He felt like a sultan in the midst of his harem.
But as contented as Steve was, Julie and Gina were even more so. They both knew that they had gotten much more out of Steve's cock as a team than either of them would have ever been able to on her own. And each promised herself that her partnership with the other was too rewarding to end now.
Julie Hoyle could have never guessed that her honeymoon would turn out like this. But now she would not have had it any other way. And with her new husband conveniently out of the picture, the excitement was just beginning.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Steve had misgivings about Gina's plans, but he had to concentrate on his law school exam. Besides, he had to respect her honesty.
"Our relationship is still strong, Steve. Probably stronger than ever in the long run," Gina had told him. "But I've got to have some space. Find out who I really am. And Julie has opened that door for me. She's only going to be in town a few days longer, and I promised her and myself that I'd be with her every minute I could."
Knowing that he couldn't compete with Julie for the time being, Steve told Gina to go ahead and enjoy herself. Even girls had to sow their wild oats, he guessed.
So, while Steve temporarily withdrew from the picture to crack the books, Gina called in sick to her job and took off on a fling with Julie.
The two women rented a car, the sleekest and fastest one Julie could get with her husband's credit card. Then they just started driving, heading south through the coastal region where they were located.
There were a lot of tourists in the area, people with money to spend who drank too much and screwed around. In other words, fertile territory for a couple of free spirits such as Julie and Gina.
Julie and Gina hit the jackpot about a hundred miles down the freeway. When they pulled into a beach community for gas, the place was jumping. Julie and Gina decided to stick around when they learned that a horde of college students had hit town and were well on their way to turning the place upside-down.
Hitting the bars, Julie and Gina swiftly collected several invitations to parties. They were both young and sexy enough to fit right in with the scene and had their pick of the action. They could choose between cookouts, discoing, booze and drugs, among other things. They chose sex.
The opportunity came when Julie ducked into the john of a dive where she and Gina had gone for a drink. A curly-haired girl offered Julie a toke on a joint, and when they got to talking, mentioned a party that night.
"A bunch of us kids have taken over this motel down by the marina," the girl told Julie. "Everybody 's invited. You ought to come. It's going to be wild."
"What kind of party?" Julie asked.
"We've promised ourselves an orgy," the girl giggled. "The place to be for anyone who digs fucking and sucking."
"Give me the address," Julie eagerly responded. "My friend and I'll be there."
The motel was hopping when Julie and Gina arrived there after dark. Shielded from prying eyes by a grove of palm trees and its enclosed design, the place offered plenty of privacy. And its youthful guests were taking full advantage of it.
When Julie and Gina entered the courtyard, the first thing they noticed were the naked bodies frolicking around the swimming pool. Then, as the girls circulated, their eyes picked up on the details. Naked couples were openly getting it on, in and out of the water. In the shadows, more than one kneeling girl was giving some smirking guy a deep throating blow-job.
"Looks like our kind of scene," Julie told Gina with a leer.
Before Gina could answer, a strapping young man without a stitch of clothing interrupted her by elbowing his way between her and Julie from behind.
"You're still dressed," he said with teasing disbelief.
"Not for long," Julie grinned.
She unbuttoned her blouse on the spot and exposed her braless tits. The young man's cock jerked to attention.
Now Julie shimmied out of her cutoff jeans. As always, she wore no panties. The sudden appearance of her shaved cunt left her newest admirer drooling with lust.
"Let's fuck!" the boy blurted, his sharp breath indicating how much he had been drinking.
Before Julie could respond, another boy abruptly barged in on the conversation. He was just as naked and drunk as his friend, but his cock was even bigger.
"Chuck," the newcomer said to the first boy, "where'd you dig up the shaved pussy?"
Still clothed, Gina tapped the intruder on his shoulder.
"Shaved pussies!" she told him when he looked at her, suddenly dropping her unfastened skirt.
"Wow, what a night!" the newcomer whooped. "C'mon, Chuck, let's take these two foxes somewhere and get our cocks working in their smooth cunts. Game, girls?"
"We came for an orgy," Gina smirked. "What about more bodies?"
"Yeah, get some of your horny friends to come along with us and you've got a deal," Julie said.
"How many people?" Chuck excitedly asked.
"As many as you can get. The more cocks and cunts, the better," Gina answered, with Julie vigorously nodding.
"Mmmmm, wall to wall fucking," the second boy leered, then set off with Chuck to round up some horny recruits.
Then minutes later a fleshy crowd of naked boys and girls crowded into the largest of the motel's rooms they could find. The radio blared hip grinding rock 'n' roll, and the unclothed mass of humanity seemed to writhe as one with the erotic rhythm.
The nude bodies pressed against each other, cock and pussies, tits and asses sensually rubbing. At the center of it all were Julie and Gina, the main attraction because of their shaved cunts. The others were waiting for them to start the action in earnest. Once that happened, all hell was certain to break loose.
In the midst of the clamor, Julie dropped to her knees and started sucking the nearest cock. She didn't even know it was Chuck's until she had deep-throated it and she recognized the boy's voice when he moaned in response.
Gina immediately followed suit. However, she went Julie one better. While she went down on the big prick she had chosen to suck, she also propped herself on all fours, waving her spread ass in the air. A cock abruptly probed the split of her loins, entering her pussy dog-style from the rear.
Not to be outdone, Julie knelt, also offering her spread flanks to the throng, while she continued sucking Chuck's prick. She expected to be fucked in the cunt right away, but it was not to be. What she got was better. It was muscular cock straight up the tight chute of her asshole.
With Julie and Gina setting the pace, things got wild very rapidly. Stiff cocks were suddenly being stuffed into female mouths, cunts and assholes as if some bizarre erotic competition were taking place. If this had been true, the lusty zeal of the participants would have produced only winners.
As she took cocks in her mouth and ass, Julie glanced around the room. The scene was incredible. People were fucking and sucking everywhere.
Julie watched a girl for a while, who, like Gina and herself, was servicing two pricks at the same time. However, rather than sucking one and taking the other between her legs, this girl was rubbing both dicks against her huge tits, a cockhead for each nipple.
Another girl was sitting on a prick, taking it straight up her ass while she tended to her cunt with her own fingers. Pinching her pussylips, she spread them apart. The girl looked like she was drugged. If she was, raw sex was doing a lot more to warp her senses than any dope she had taken.
Other couples and threesomes sprawled on the floor and on the twin beds. Cocks pumped like pistons in willing female holes. The damp sounds of fucking and sucking lapped the air like invisible waves.
Julie was forced to concentrate solely on herself when the cock screwing her own ass lurched in a telltale fashion. The boy who was butt-fucking her was ready to come.
Then, an instant later, the prick down Julie's throat lurched too. The mouth fucker's cock was also primed to blow.
Julie closed her eyes, temporarily separating herself from the orgy surrounding her. She was preparing to climax herself in tandem with the boys fucking her, and she wanted no distractions, nothing between her and the thrills from the hot cum that would gush in her belly and ass.
The cock in Julie's ass erupted first. The jism was like molten silk as it blanketed her bowels.
Quickly, the mouthfucking prick matched the cock in Julie's ass. Sizzling jizz sped down Julie's throat and splashed into her stomach.
Her belly and ass awash with cum, Julie let go and came. It was a stunner. While she came, Julie groaned as if her voice was rising from a deep pit. She was devastated by her climax. And yet, she was energized by it. She was hornier than ever.
The two guys who had just fucked her ass and mouth were obsolete to Julie now that their cocks were drained. Julie wriggled away from the spent dicks, planning to scan the orgy and do some talent-scouting.
For a moment, though, Julie postponed her search for fresh partners to look in on Gina. Gina was doing just fine. One guy had come in her pussy and his jizz ran down her thighs in silver trickles. The boy fucking her mouth didn't have far to go before he shot his wad.
Julie watched long enough to see Gina take a mouthful of cum to go along with the load in her cunt. Julie was proud of Gina when her young friend quickly swallowed every drop of jism.
Now Julie went earnestly searching for a new sexual combination for herself. She chose a fucking boy and girl to intrude on. They were both beautiful kids, tanned and fit. The boy had shocks of black hair on his head and between his legs, and the girl was a blonde like a younger version of Julie.
Julie moved in. Without warning, the boy and girl felt a strange tongue added to their fucking. On her back, coming up from underneath, Julie licked away at the union of cock and pussy.
"Who's down there?" the surprised boy blurted.
"Oooooh, who the hell cares?" the girl moaned. "Just so long as whoever it is keeps licking. That tongue is fantastic."
Julie located the girl's clit. Her busy tongue was quickly equaling the boy's cock inside the girl's pussy in its effect.
"I'm coming so hard!" the girl cried.
Julie was so horny that she pushed the boy away, wanting the girl's cunt to herself. When the boy's cock was gone, Julie replaced it with her stiff tongue, driving into the sweet teenage pussy that was flush with her mouth.
"Your tongue is fabulous," the writhing girl said to Julie. "Twist it around. Ream out my cunt."
Julie did her best to satisfy her temporary lover, but she was soon interrupted. The rejected boy was too full of cum to remain on the sidelines for long. Julie's shaved cunt, spread from the rear as she knelt to suck pussy, was just too juicy a target for the boy's thick cock to resist.
Seizing her asscheeks, the boy yanked Julie to her knees and rammed his cock up her cunt. The insertion was brutal and deep. Movement was immediate as the boy's hips rocked in a fucking motion.
"Aaaah, what a big prick," Julie moaned while her own cunt was fucked from the rear.
"C'mon, keep jabbing," the girl swooned back to Julie. "Don't stop tongue-fucking me just because you've got a cock in your pussy."
Julie wasn't about to. The prick fucking her cunt made her tongue work all the harder. In fact, in the pussy Julie was eating, her tongue duplicated the thrusts of the rigid cock in her own cunt.
The girl came in Julie's mouth, her cunt spewing honey. The cock in Julie's pussy would take longer to climax but in the meantime, the friction was fantastic.
"What a tight cunt," the boy fucking Julie gasped. "It squeezes my prick like a clamp."
If Julie's cunt was a clamp, the boy was doing his best to overpower it. His cock resembled a jackhammer, pounding away.
Julie climaxed. As she did so, her tongue imitated an orgasming cock in the cunt of the girl she was going down on. Thrusting and flexing, Julie's tongue did everything but spurt cum.
"Out of this world!" the girl screamed her approval. "I can't stop coming!"
Neither could Julie. The girl's pussy juice in her mouth and the boy's driving cock in her cunt had her delirious with orgasmic pleasure.
But Julie's ecstasy had not peaked. The boy fucking her had yet to shoot his wad. But he was going to.
"Can't hold it in!" he cried. "Gonna come!"
The boy moved his hands from Julie's asscheeks to her tits, grasping them while his crotch bucked. When his prick was as deep in Julie's cunt as it could go, its head burst with a jet stream of sizzling cum.
The jizz in her cunt was gasoline poured on the flames of Julie's marathon climax. The heat of the blaze lifted her like a balloon. Then she was soaring. The balloon was a rocket.
Julie loved sex with more than one person. Her climaxing was so much more intense with an additional source of stimulation.
And, at an orgy, Julie's lust for group action could be renewed on a moment's notice, which was due to happen very soon. Julie wasn't about to stay put. When her orgasm started to weaken, she naturally looked to greener pastures.
Julie unhooked herself from the cunt and cock of the girl and boy she had been sucking and fucking, craving fresh bodies. They weren't hard to find. The overcrowded room was a carnival of sex.
Crawling on her hands and knees through the sensual chaos, Julie searched for something unique to latch on to. She found it when she joined a daisy-chain.
Five people had pooled their erotic resources. Julie made it a half-dozen when she eagerly linked herself to the others.
She added herself to the tail of the daisy-chain, burrowing her face up between the loins of a boy who was butt-fucking the girl in front of him. Julie licked the guy's balls for a while, but inevitably found the girl's unoccupied cunt. Lapping pussylips and cunt, Julie was rewarded with a mouthful of sweet orgasmic juice.
On her back, Julie spread her legs while she sucked cunt. She was counting on the front of the chain eventually discovering her so that the action would come full circle.
Julie's was a safe bet. Her male counterpart at the opposite end of the daisy-chain had only a cunt to suck. If he shifted around, coaxing the other links in the chain to adjust, a connection could be made between his cock and Julie's pussy.
It happened. The odd thing was that the boy in question did not so much as glance Julie's way. He behaved as if he sensed her presence.
Both Julie and the boy who maneuvered toward her wide open crotch were on their backs. Their asses met first, while their legs intertwined.
Julie reached down and guided the boy's stiff prick into her cunt. Because of the crazy position, the penetration wasn't the deepest, but all that counted was that it was fucking.
Even in the midst of an orgy, the daisy-chain attracted attention. While they fucked and sucked in their own combinations, people kept track of the daisy-chain's progress. It was an erotic feast for the eyes.
There were three links of each sex in the chain. Julie, for example, was connected to the boy who was dicking her pussy, and to the girl whose cunt she was tonguing.
The same girl whom Julie ate out was taking a big cock up her ass along with another prick in her mouth...
The boy fucking the mouth of the girl whose cunt Julie sucked was getting his ass reamed by another horny girl with a hot, corkscrew tongue...
Her flanks spread like a bitch's in heat, this kneeling girl accepted a male mouth between her flared loins. Propped on his elbows, a boy slurped at the girl's pussy from below...
He was the same boy who had completed the circle by fucking Julie's cunt.
Gina was one of those looking on. Inspired by Julie's good fortune, Gina urged those around her to form a second daisy-chain, with herself as the basic link.
Now the idea swept the room. Soon there were no longer any couples fucking by themselves, or even people getting it on in threesomes. The pattern of fucking and sucking achieved bizarre complexity, with at least four people getting it on in every erotic unit.
In the original daisy-chain, cocks were straining toward eruption. The three female links braced themselves for the onslaught of jizz, interrupting their sucking to plead for it in a single voice.
"Come! Come!" they cried out.
"Oh, yeah!" the guy fucking Julie's cunt blurted. "Me first! Man, my cock's gonna blow!"
It did, gushing like a geyser in Julie's pussy.
As she absorbed a cuntful of jizz, Julie hiked her tongue in the pussy of the girl she had been orally fucking. A hole away the same girl was getting butt-fucked and Julie could feel the boy's cock tensing through the thin membrane between ass and pussy, getting ready to shoot.
"Here comes the jizz!" the butt-fucking boy announced.
His cock jumped and creamed in the girl's ass. The girl, in turn, increased the suction on the prick she was deep-throating. She was rewarded with a mouthful of cum, which she thirstily swallowed as fast as it spurted. And it spurted a lot, because the mouth-fucking boy's asshole was so cramped with female tongue from another girl that he was out of control from the pressure.
The ass-tonguing girl had her own climax to deal with. The boy eating her out from below had brought her pussy to a boil as he came himself. He came in Julie's cunt, his big cock spewing jism. The orgasmic ring had gone full-circle.
Now the process was repeated in the other daisy chains around the room as erotic friction took its damp toll. Boy and girl moaned and screamed with release. The room reeked and rocked with the raunchy smells and sounds of mass coming.
The noise carried as it had since the orgy's level of excitement had begun to expand. But now it was overwhelming. A din.
Barricaded in his office, the manager of the motel made the decision to call the police. Why not, he figured, these horny kids were getting on his nerves and he already had their rental money stashed away. The cops could clean the place out and the motel could double its money by renting out the rooms all over again, hopefully to a quieter clientele.
Julie, Gina and their new friends had no idea they were about to be raided. After their daisy chains broke apart, most of the naked young people tumbled out of the musty orgy room for a dip in the pool.
And, five minutes after the motel manager had made his call, that was where the police found the majority of its quarry, trapped in the water.
The khaki-clad cops moved in a tan swarm, whistles blowing. Guns and billy clubs were drawn. The stench of mace quickly filled the air.
"Don't anybody move!' the officer in charge ordered. "You're all under arrest!"
Some people foolishly tried to get out of the pool so they could make a run for it. They were systematically clubbed down by the surrounding cops. A stain of blood drifted across the pool as the violence took its toll.
One of the few people who was not in the vicinity of the pool was Julie. She had remained in the orgy room, lolling in the afterglow of perfect fucking. The sudden commotion jerked her to her senses and she crawled to the door to be shocked by what she saw.
"Oh, my God," Julie winced.
She watched Gina getting manhandled by the cops. One cop whacked Gina's ass with his nightstick while another stomped her with his boots. Julie yearned to rush out and help, but knew it would be suicide.
Julie wanted to vomit at the brutality. But there was no time to indulge her turning stomach. Self-preservation had to be her guiding emotion. If Julie didn't keep her wits and escape, the same thing was bound to happen to her that was happening to Gina and the others. She had to find some other way out of the room than through the door.
"The window," Julie whispered to herself, looking toward the only possible exit that could lead her away from the mob of cops.
She went for it, smashing out the glass with a lamp. Naked, Julie boosted herself on a chair and wriggled through the shattered window. The drop to the ground on the other side of the wall almost snapped her ankles, but she hadn't the luxury of recovering from the fall. She had to go for broke.
Bleeding from the shards of broken glass that had scratched her bare skin, Julie pushed herself forward. She limped at first, but her fear soon had her running.
"If I can just get out of sight," she gasped as she sprinted toward a grove of trees. "Hide until the cops are gone."
When she reached the trees, Julie slowed to a walk, grateful for the total darkness cast by the overhanging limbs. She was certain she was safe.
She was wrong.
"Going someplace, sweetheart?" a gravely male voice rumbled in the blackness.
Julie froze. Only her eyes moved, darting wildly.
"Here I am, honey," the voice chuckled.
Twigs snapped and leaves rustled, shifting under a bulky frame just a few feet in front of Julie.
Then all suspense was ended as a flashlight clicked on. Julie found herself face to face with a great big cop.
"Well, well," he rasped, exploring Julie's naked body with the beam of his flashlight. "Looks like I've taken myself a prisoner."
Julie wished she could faint. It would have been the easiest way out. But her senses, electric with fright, were not so simply switched off. Whatever her fate, the experience would be vivid.
CHAPTER NINE
"How many guys you let fuck you tonight?" the cop drawled. "How many cocks you suck, baby?"
"Go to hell!" Julie said, seething. At this point she didn't feel she had anything to lose.
"How many pricks did you take up the ass, bitch?" the cop rasped.
Julie spit at him.
"Pig!" she snarled.
The cop laughed like a barroom drunk.
"Pig, huh?" he said. "You know how many times I've been called that? Being called a pig is a cop's badge of honor, sweetheart. We take it as a compliment. P-I-G. Pride. Integrity. Guts. You gotta do better than 'pig,' baby, to make me blow my cool."
"I'm not playing any damn games with you," Julie hissed. "I wouldn't piss on you."
Without warning, the cop's heavy right arm looped from the darkness at the edge of the flashlight's beam. A bear paw of a hand crashed against the side of Julie's face.
"I'm tired of your lip, bitch," the cop said evenly as Julie reeled from the crushing slap. "Don't forget, cunt, I'm the boss. No, don't forget it for a second... or you might wind up in a bad way."
He got through to Julie. The papers were sprinkled all the time with stories about "fleeing suspects" of minor crimes being gunned down by police bullets.
"Don't hit me again," Julie muttered. "I surrender. Just take me to jail and get it over with."
She held out her wrists, thinking she was supposed to so she could be handcuffed. The cop ignored the gesture and slapped Julie again, catching her from nowhere with his left hand this time.
Julie was knocked off her feet. She landed on her ass, the impact spreading her legs.
The beam of the cop's flashlight followed the fall. Now it was shining straight between Julie's parted thighs, illuminating her wide open pussy.
"How long you been shaving your twat, bitch?" the cop asked, his voice like sandpaper. "That's a whore's trick. You a working girl, baby?"
"Just take me to jail," Julie pleaded. "Book me on any charge you want. I don't care. Just get me out of here."
"Ahhh, sweetheart, you got me all wrong," the cop chuckled. "I got no interest in seeing you behind bars. Even if that's where you belong. No, baby, I have different plans for you."
Julie gulped with fear. The cop's eyes had suddenly seemed to light up. Julie swore she could see them glowing in the darkness above the flashlight.
"You know what I'm gonna do to you, doll?" the cop hissed. "Come on, you tell me. I wanna hear it from you. What am I gonna do to you, cunt?"
"R... rape me?" Julie stammered.
"Heh, heh, heh, you're not so dumb."
One of the cop's hands hung on to the flashlight. The other unzipped his fly. Then the light shifted from Julie, turning inward. The cop's crotch was suddenly aglow.
His prick was out of his pants, stretching at least ten inches in the night air. The flashlight's beam emphasized the heavy veins rippling on the shaft of the cop's hardon and the cockhead. It resembled a fiery hunk of charcoal.
Julie tried not to be turned on. But the horny sensation was within her nonetheless. The sight of such a magnificent cock tapped some reflex which Julie could not control.
Now the cop turned the flashlight back on Julie's cunt. The glistening condition of her excited pussy was all-revealing.
"See my big prick's got your cunt nice 'n' wet," the cop noted. "Can't say I'm surprised." Julie had forgotten all about the ungainly homeliness of the rest of the cop's body. All she could think about was his huge dick. When she thought of the cop's cock fucking her to the hilt, Julie's pussy spasmed.
"Now, one more time, what am I gonna do to you, bitch?" the cop smugly said, stroking his massive cock.
"Rape me," Julie replied. She wasn't just answering a question, but half-way pleading.
"Tell me again, cunt. Beg me for it."
"RAPE ME!" Julie cried, letting go of all restraint. "Fuck my pussy with your big cock! I want it! Need it!"
"Sorry I wondered if you were a whore," the cop chuckled. "You're too horny for that. Just a slut is what you are. Can't get enough, can you, slut?"
"No... I can't," Julie admitted, ready to suffer any humiliation to meet the demands of her runaway lust. "Just fuck me. Please!"
"Correction," the cop chuckled some more. "Not just fuck you. Rape you. Rough is the only way I play it."
"Do anything you want!" Julie cried. "All I care about is your cock in my cunt. If it's there, you can call it rape or fucking, whatever you like. Just do it to me!"
"Not without you paying the price," the cop smirked. "I like to leave my mark in more ways than one."
The cop dropped to his knees, framed by Julie's thighs. Throwing the flashlight aside, he snapped his hand back, whacking Julie with a reverse slap. Then, almost casually, he started choking her.
"Go ahead... kill me," Julie choked. "Just fuck me first."
"Sure, baby, sure. Try this."
The cop's thick, long prick abruptly drove into the damp slit of Julie's cunt. As he continued throttling Julie, the cop started fucking her.
The strangulation made Julie lightheaded. So did the cock in her pussy. Hints of an impending climax were strong. Julie made no attempt to conceal her oncoming orgasm. She couldn't have if she had wanted to.
"I'm... so... hot," Julie gulped, the cop's fingers digging into her throat while his cock fucked her pussy.
"Yeah, go ahead, baby," the cop grunted. "Come. If you get off by being hurt, I'll really make it worth your while."
He choked Julie harder. At the same time, his cock pumped furiously in her tight cunt.
Julie's senses blew up with a shower of multicolored sparks. Under the glittering canopy Julie rode a wild roller coaster, rising and dipping, swerving on hairpin curves.
As Julie climaxed, the cop let loose of her neck. But not to give her any relief. His hands needed to be free so he could maul her tits then pinch her nipples with ripping twists.
Julie screamed. Not just with pain, though. In fact, the pain was like a fuel. Kerosene dumped on her orgasmic flames.
"Tear my damn nipples off my tits!" Julie recklessly cried. "It'll only make me come longer and harder. You can't hurt me enough as long as you keep fucking me!"
"Don't worry, cunt," the cop hissed. "I'm not gonna stop hurting you. And I'm sure as hell not gonna stop fucking you."
He kept the twisting pressure on Julie's suffering nipples. At the same time his cock gored her cunt.
Julie writhed with excitement. She couldn't get enough of the cop's cruelty any more than her cunt could get enough of his surging hardon.
The cop's hands abruptly pulled away from Julie's bruised tits. Not, however, because of any kindness. It was just that at this stage of the fucking the cop needed better leverage, something below Julie's waist to grab onto, like her ass.
Gouging his jagged fingernails into the soft cheeks of her ass, the cop pushed Julie's legs up in the air by hooking her knees over his shoulders and driving like a football lineman.
"Gonna come," he grunted. "Fill your cunt with my hot jizz. More jizz than any of those punks back at that motel shot into your pussy, bitch."
"Just do it, stud!" Julie urged. "Give me your cum!"
The cop's prick stiffened even more in Julie's fuck-hole. She had never been fucked by a harder cock.
The cop's cum achieved the same standard of excellence. When the prick in her pussy erupted, Julie was on the receiving end of as hot a load of jism as she had ever taken.
"God!" she cried, in thanks as much as with exclamation. To be fucked like this had to be the reason why a woman like her had been born.
The cop's cock spurted a lot more cum than an ordinary man's would have. Julie's cunt was gooey with jizz by the time her sadistic lover had shot his wad.
The main thing for Julie, however, was no longer the amount of male cream swamping her pussy. She was already looking ahead. The reason for that was stiff, at least ten inches in length, and apparently tireless.
"Your cock is still hard!" Julie blurted to the cop. "You can fuck me again!"
"I don't think it's possible to fuck you enough," the cop laughed. Then, after a pause, he rasped, "But I can try." .
His cock was out of Julie's cunt now, sticky with its own jizz.
"Your pussy's too sloppy to ball anymore," he said. "You know what that means."
"You're going to fuck me in the ass," Julie breathlessly panted.
"You better believe it," the cop snorted.
Julie jackknifed her legs over her head and pulled apart her asscheeks.
"My ass is tight," she promised. "As tight a hole as you'll ever fuck."
"I'll be the judge of that," the cop rumbled.
He gripped his prick like a spear. With Julie's butt tipped, he drove his rigid tool straight down into his split, finding her asshole with his first cock thrust.
The cop's hardon plunged down the chute of Julie's ass and hilted its cockhead all the way to her slit.
"Corkscrew my ass!" Julie shrieked. "Rip me up!"
"I'll kill you if I can, baby," the cop grunted.
He worked his cock like a double-edged knife in Julie's ass, twisting it the way he would to gut a fish. Julie wriggled just like that fish, only rather than ebbing, her strength increased. Her erotic energy just grew and grew, fed by punishment.
A climax swept through her. It was the kind of orgasm a woman can only experience from a brutal butt-fuck.
"You said you were going to kill me. But you can't!" Julie declared, "Not by fucking me. Especially in the ass."
Julie was getting stronger and stronger. Fucking was the staff of life to her. The tighter her fuckhole, the more alive she felt.
Reaching down to where her asscheeks meshed with the cop's crotch, Julie squeezed her violent lover's hairy balls. Now the cop was in pain. And he reacted by but-fucking Julie even more powerfully.
It was as if Julie and the cop were locked in combat now as he jackhammered her ass and she ground his balls in her nut cracking grip.
"Bitch! Bitch! BITCH!" the cop chanted in a rising howl.
"Fucking bastard!" Julie yelled back. "I'm already coming. What about you? Are you going to shoot your wad in my ass or not?"
"You don't know what you're asking for," the cop snapped. "When I come in your ass, you won't be able to stand it. My cock shoots fire in a woman's butt."
"And my ass drains a man's cock so dry that he thinks his balls are inside-out," Julie boasted. "No man can fuck me too much. No man can come in me enough."
"We'll see," the cop hissed. "I'll put you to the test, bitch!"
"You'd fucking better, stud. Because I want your cum in my ass... right now!"
"You got it!"
The cop shoved his cock into Julie's ass with a final thrust before the explosion of jism. It was ten inches of red-hot steel in Julie's ass.
The cum suddenly poured. Gushing into Julie's bowels, it mixed with her shit.
"Hot enough for you, bitch?" the cop snarled as his jizz splashed within Julie.
"It'll do," Julie replied, wriggling her ass so the cop's cream would slosh inside her. "Just keep shooting it. I want as much of your cum as I can get in my ass."
The cop's cock kept spurting. The volume of his own cum surprised even this veteran of the sexual wars. Despite a career of putting the make on female suspects, the cop couldn't say that his prick had ever creamed so much before. His respect for Julie was growing in spite of himself.
The cop had wanted to degrade Julie, his approach with all the women he fucked. But this was one time where he could not establish his dominance. Julie would not cave in.
At last, the cop's spurting slowed to a dribble in Julie's ass. But his cock remained hard, the same as it had after coming in her pussy.
More fucking was inevitable.
When the cop yanked his cock from her ass, Julie kneeled on her side and swiveled around. Her face came up level with the cop's tireless cock.
Julie plucked the cockhead with her lips. It was hot in her mouth, flavored with a combination of cum and some shit from her just-fucked ass. She sucked the slime away.
"So you want to be fucked in the mouth this time, huh?" the cop said.
Julie nodded. This would definitely be no simple blow-job. She expected the cop to ram his cock down her throat and pump away with all the force he had used when fucking her cunt and asshole.
The cop grabbed a fistful of Julie's blonde hair and snapped her neck back. Pushing his crotch against her face, he forced her head to the ground, sprawling on top of her.
Julie's skull banged on the ground as his cock speared her throat. The cop's big dick was hiked in her mouth now. His wiry pubic hair scratched Julie's face and curled up her nose. The musty scent of the cop's sweaty crotch made Julie's nostrils flare.
The savagery of the mouth-fuck left Julie with an irresistible urge to start climaxing all over again. There was no reason why a cock down her throat couldn't lead to a shuddering orgasm if she put her fingers to work between her legs and helped herself out.
And so, while the cop fed her his cock, Julie started rubbing her cunt. She caught her clit between two fingers, pinching and pulling it with a circular motion. The blaze craved in her loins started to build.
Now Julie penetrated her pussy with a long, wriggling finger. It felt good. Better when she added a second finger. And fantastic when she greedily stuffed her entire hand into her cunt.
Making a fist in her cunt was a natural progression for Julie. The fit was agonizingly tight, the kind of tightness that gets a woman's pussy climaxing without delay.
"Ooooooh," Julie moaned, sounding off even with a cock deeply fucking her mouth. "Feels soo goo-ooood."
"Horny bitch," the cop reacted. "You'd find a way to get off, no matter what."
Julie shuddered beneath him, powerfully coming. Her knuckles jammed her cunt, while the suction she applied to the cop's cock increased. The harder she came the more like a pussy her mouth became for the cop's driving prick.
The cop was fucking Julie's mouth expertly enough to get his rocks off without any assistance. But Julie lent a hand anyway. She rubbed the cop's nuts, stoking the boiling cream inside them.
"Can't hold back!" the cop admitted as a crushing force seized his groin. "God, you know how to make a man come!"
His hips ground in Julie's face, riveting her skull to the ground. Down her throat, his cock expanded at least an extra inch. The head of the cop's prick pulsated like a beating heart, then abruptly seemed to fly apart in a million gooey pieces.
There was only one direction in which the cop's cum could spew. Straight down Julie's throat to her belly.
Julie's stomach received the creamy torrent of jizz with a violent spasm that matched the tremors on her fist fucked cunt. In fact, her entire body convulsed, wracked by orgasm.
The cop's cock spilled its jism within a matter of seconds. But Julie's response was much more involved. As long as she kept fist fucking her cunt, there was no reason for her to stop coming.
The cop finally pulled his crotch away from Julie's face, his prick soft at last, fucked past the point of no return. All he could do was watch now. Watch, as Julie continued pumping her fist in her pussy.
A siren sounded in the background. Julie was too far gone to notice it, but the cop did. Reality was calling him. He had a job to get back to.
"Gotta go, baby," the cop reluctantly sighed.
He got to his feet, stuffing his aching cock and balls back into his pants. When he retreated into the trees, Julie was still going strong, not even seeming to notice she was being left alone.
The cop's impression was correct. Julie was oblivious to her surroundings, focusing entirely on coming. She kept fist fucking her cunt, lifting her senses higher and higher in an erotic trance.
Slipping through the night, the cop heard Julie's moaning for over a hundred yards. Just before the sound was about to fade from his ears, he momentarily stopped and looked back in the direction from which he had come, closing his eyes to picture Julie one last time.
"Who raped who?" he wondered aloud, then laughed, happy to have been Julie's victim.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning the local paper headlined the motel bust. POLICE SEX RAID! There were plenty of pictures. One of them showed Gina, her beautiful face bloodily mangled.
Julie hadn't seen the paper yet as she stood by the side of a highway, trying to thumb a ride. She hadn't even seen a car.
She was wearing a torn rain slicker she had picked out of a dumpster before dawn in back of the marina by the motel. Knowing her rental car had probably been impounded by the police, Julie then trekked to the highway to hitchhike her way to anywhere but where she was.
She was sore. And soon depressed. She didn't have to read the paper to know that Gina was in jail. It killed Julie that she couldn't do anything to help her friend, but walking into the police station to post bail, even if she had any money, would be a disaster. The result could too easily see Julie behind bars, also. It wasn't worth the risk.
Julie was gladly distracted from her gloomy thoughts by a rumbling beneath her feet. She looked toward the southern horizon. A big truck was heading in her direction.
The truck passed Julie, but was slowing down. It stopped about fifty feet beyond her. Julie ran to catch up with it.
"Get on in," the driver called from the cab. "Where you going?"
Julie pulled open the door and hoisted herself onto the high seat. The movement felt good to her when the truck started to roll again. She had to believe she was on her way-to somewhere that was better than the place she had been.
"What happened to you?" the truck driver asked Julie.
Julie stammered, "I... I'd rather not talk about it."
How could she? Last night was like a half remembered dream. She had to piece her memory together backward from the point when she woke up bruised and naked on the damp ground early this morning. The fragments of the puzzle did not all fit. The drinking, the sex and the violence had all taken their toll.
Had she really been raped by a cop? Or had she wantonly fucked him, caring only for her own lust while her friend Gina was being beaten and taken prisoner? Either possibility made Julie cringe.
"Sorry to be so rude," she told the truck driver. "But I've got a lot on my mind."
"Sure," the trucker said. "Want to look at the morning paper?" He shoved it across the seat to Julie.
Julie just glanced at the front page, but that was enough to put her heart in her throat. Gina stared at her from under the lurid headline through a gray mask of newsprint blood.
Trembling, Julie picked up the paper and read the whole story. Emotionally at war with herself, she was relieved that she had escaped the motel but ashamed she had abandoned Gina.
"'Scuse me, ma'am," the trucker broke the silence. "But I don't even know where you're heading."
"You going north?" Julie asked.
The truck driver said he was for several hundred miles. If she wanted it, Julie found herself with a ride all the way back to the honeymoon hotel where her strange sexual journey had started. She decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Maybe if she went back to the beginning, Julie reasoned, she would gain enough insight to rid herself of her current confusion.
During the drive, Julie noticed the trucker more and more. Eventually she realized why. He was the first man she had met since her marriage who had not immediately tried to fuck her.
"A penny for your thoughts," the trucker said pleasantly.
"Uh, you a married guy?" Julie asked spontaneously.
"Why, you looking for a husband?" the trucker laughed good-naturedly.
"No, I've got one," Julie answered, thinking about Art for the first time in a long while.
"Does your husband know you're out on the road, naked under that raincoat?" the trucker said, laughing some more.
"Does your wife know you pick up stray women in your truck when you're on the road?" Julie teased, gesturing toward a picture on the dashboard of a pleasant looking woman and four children.
"Yeah... well," the truck driver sighed with a shrug. "I guess she trusts me."
"Do you deserve it?" Julie asked, unable to stop with these questions.
"Let's put it this way," the trucker answered. "I love my family. But I'm a man."
"Meaning?"
"I can be provoked."
"By a woman who's naked under a raincoat?" Julie asked, wondering why she was being so reckless when all she'd thought she wanted was a ride.
"You were one of those at that motel that got raided, weren't you?" the trucker asked. Julie nodded.
"What's it like? An orgy?" the trucker asked.
"Fucking and sucking," Julie said. Her answer was so blunt that the trucker's face reddened. "Nothing new, just more of it."
"Guess I'd be a liar if I said I wouldn't have liked being there," the trucker admitted. "That is, until the law showed up. How'd you get away?"
"I fucked one of the cops," Julie blurted out, the words coming straight from her gut. She recognized now that what had begun as a rape last night had definitely ended with her frantic participation.
"What'll you do for a ride?" the truck driver leered. Suddenly he no longer seemed so harmless.
However, Julie found herself relieved by the trucker's come-on. For the truth was inescapable. A man who wanted to fuck her was the only kind of man with whom she could deal with any self-assurance.
"There's a rest stop," Julie said evenly. "Pull over, stud."
The truck driver gave her a long, searching look.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, stud?"
"What do you think?" the trucker gulped.
He pointedly glanced down at his crotch. It was bulging with his hard cock.
"Mmmmmm, you're hung," Julie crooned, stroking the throbbing mound between the truck driver's muscular thighs. "Your big prick will be so tight in my cunt when you fuck me."
Julie yanked down the trucker's fly. She had his cock out of his pants and had already sucked the salty head by the time the truck swerved off the road into the deserted rest stop.
Once she had tasted fresh cock, Julie forgot about all her problems. Now, as she stripped her raincoat away and revealed her naked body, she temporarily had no care in the world. The promise of a quick fix of sex worked wonders for her morale.
"Jesus, a shaved cunt!" the trucker exclaimed when he saw the bald triangle at the crux of Julie's thighs. He hornily pawed at Julie's shorn cunt, but she stopped him short.
"Relax," Julie told the panting truck driver. "I like to take charge with my men. Don't worry, you'll get all the action you want, and more."
Julie pushed the trucker against the door, pulling his legs out across the seat and yanking his jeans and shorts down his hips and thighs so his crotch was out in the open. Julie quickly went down on him, sucking his big cock.
The trucker's hips rolled as he began fucking Julie in the mouth. His cock was even larger than it had initially seemed. It jammed Julie's throat with its powerful thrusts.
As the trucker fed her his prick, Julie massaged his heavy balls. They rumbled in her grip, brewing cum.
"I've been on the road a long time without a woman," the trucker gasped. "Can't fuck your mouth for long without coming."
Julie didn't mind if his cock was fast on the draw. The hornier her men, the better she liked it.
When the trucker's cock spasmed in her throat, Julie knew that jizz was ready to flow. She wanted to take the trucker's cum in a way that would be sure to keep his cock hard even after he'd shot his wad. It would have to be something funky that would burn itself into his mind so that his prick wouldn't receive a message from his brain to weaken.
Julie spit out the trucker's cock in the final seconds before eruption. Her mouth slid down under his balls and the trucker's prick jumped up, flexing against Julie's forehead. With the cockhead tangled in her hair, Julie put her tongue to work. She licked the trucker's hot, sweaty asshole. It was the last straw she had hoped it would be.
"Can't hold my jizz," the trucker rasped.
Cum shot from his cock in a white plume, splashing onto Julie's hair. At the same time, Julie drove her tongue deeper into the trucker's gritty asshole, reaming it out while his cock spurted.
When the trucker's cock finished creaming, Julie pulled it down to eye level to check it out. She was not disappointed.
"Hard as a rock," she murmured with delight.
She brought her mouth down on the dribbling cockhead and licked up all the cum.
"Okay," Julie said, strands of jizz connecting her lips as she spoke, "I'm ready to fuck."
"Here? In the truck?" the trucker asked, his eyes scanning the cramped enclosure of the cab.
"Sit up," Julie instructed. "I'll get on your lap with my knees against the dashboard. You can drive your big cock straight up my pussy."
"Whatever you say, babe," the trucker replied with a boyish shrug. "What man'd argue with a piece of ass like you?"
"Smart. Now sit up and get that prick standing straight up so I can slide my pussy down it."
When the trucker was upright, Julie straddled his thighs with her spread flanks, her back to him. With her asscheeks apart so her cunt flared, she eased down, taking the cock beneath her to the hilt in her cunt. The trucker could feel every inch of her fuck-hole as he and Julie began to fuck sitting up.
"Feel my tits while you're fucking me," Julie called over her shoulder.
The trucker's big hands grasped Julie's tits, pawing and mauling.
"Play with my nipples," Julie requested. "It'll make me come faster... and harder. And the more I come, the more you will, too, when your cock shoots in my pussy."
"God, your cunt is so tight," the trucker groaned as he worked his prick inside Julie's squeezing fuck-hole. "The tightest cunt I've ever balled."
"Tighter than your wife's?" Julie teased.
"Whoever notices how tight his wife's pussy is?" the trucker laughed. "Especially after fifteen years and four kids. Now let me ask you a question."
"What about this husband you said you have. Is his cock as big as mine?"
"Who cares?" Julie answered, squirming her ass. "The only cock that matters to me is the one in my cunt. And right now that's yours, stud. Don't stop fucking me."
"Couldn't if I wanted to. The only way I'll stop fucking you is when I can't hold back my cum anymore. When I shoot my jizz in your pussy."
"How long is that going to take?"
"Just hang on for the ride. You'll find out soon enough. The way my balls ache, your cunt won't be able to hold all the jizz from my prick when I finally let go."
"That's a chance I'll gladly take," Julie giggled.
Julie and the trucker stopped talking now, breathing in gusts as their fucking got stronger. Julie pressed her knees against the dashboard, increasing the tension in her cunt. The trucker's cock ripped up her cinching cunt, taking full advantage of the friction.
"Oooooh," Julie groaned, breaking the silence, "that's something... really something."
"You coming?" the trucker asked.
"God, yes," Julie swooned. "Coming so hard."
Her orgasming cunt rippled around the trucker's driving prick. A fresh batch of pussy juice welled in Julie's cock-stuffed cunt, then leaked into the hollows of her crotch.
"Jesus, your pussy is wet," the trucker noted.
"I work at it," Julie moaned, still climaxing.
She might have said that a woman's cunt as the same as her soul. She was responsible for its condition. Nothing was more important in defining who a woman was than her pussy.
"I love being fucked by you," Julie told the trucker.
"Aw, I'll bet you told plenty of guys that," he answered.
"And I always mean it," Julie stated with conviction. "The cock that's fucking me is always the best."
"Don't worry, I believe you," the trucker said as his prick surged in Julie's cunt. "A woman who can fuck like you would have to think that way. You're something else. Like something out of a guy's fantasies. A wet dream come to life."
"You've got a way with words," Julie sighed. "You handle them almost as well as you do your cock."
"It's all you. A woman like you brings out the best in a man."
"I try," Julie said, more to herself than to the man fucking her. "God, do I try."
"Well, you've got a believer in this old boy. You're the best. I'll probably never see you again, let alone fuck you, after this is over-but I damn sure won't ever forget you."
"That's beautiful," Julie gushed. "Now, all I need is your cum in my cunt and everything'll be perfect."
"I can do it for you-any time I want. I've been holding back for a long time."
"Then let go!" Julie urged. "I want to feel you come, want to feel your hot jizz inside me shooting up my cunt, then dripping down and leaking down my thighs."
"Hold on."
The trucker's crotch bucked beneath Julie, lifting her body in the air. The cock in Julie's pussy stabbed her like a sword.
"Shoot it into me!" Julie cried. "Come in my cunt!"
The trucker gasped, digging his fingers into Julie's tits while his cock flexed in her fuck-hole. His climax was volcanic. Julie could not recall ever taking so much jizz in her cunt as the trucker's prick spewed its scalding cream.
"Ahhh, your cum is like fire!" Julie shouted. "My cunt can't get enough of it! Keep coming! As long as you can!"
The trucker's prick continued to spit. Julie's pussy was swamped with jism.
"Oooooh, this is it," the trucker hissed through gritted teeth. "My last wad of jizz."
His cock jackhammered Julie's fuck-hole and squirted for the final time. Then it trembled from sudden exhaustion and finally began to lose its hardness.
Julie got off her fucking partner's lap with cum streaming down her thighs. She finished up the action by curling on the seat, pushing her face into the trucker's crotch and licking his sticky cock clean as it shrank to its normal size.
There was a silence. The trucker caught his breath. Julie closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady dripping of jizz from her just-fucked pussy.
"You were right," Julie moaned after several quiet moments. "There was too much of your cum for my cunt to hold. My pussy's a sloppy mess. Thanks."
"My pleasure," the trucker sighed. "Hell, I even surprised myself. I'll never fuck anybody again as hard as I fucked you."
"I'll remember you said that," Julie answered appreciatively. "Sometime when I'm feeling low, I'll think about what you just said and I'll be on top of the world again."
"Guess we'd better get back on the road," the trucker said. "I promised to get you where you're going, and I'm already behind schedule on this run. You've got your life... I've got mine. Just wish I'd met somebody like you before I had a wife and four kids."
"I'd drive you crazy," Julie said with honesty, looking the trucker in the eye. "One man's not enough for me. Not even one like you, stud."
"What about your husband?" he asked.
"I don't know," Julie muttered, and that was all she could think of to say about Art. He was like someone she had known a long, long time ago.
Two hours later the truck pulled up in front of the hotel where it had all started for Julie. The place where her honeymoon had exploded into a lost weekend of raw, no-holds-barred sex. It seemed odd to Julie to return there as if she had somehow gone back in time.
"No place to park. Have to let you off here," the trucker said.
"It's all right," Julie said. "The sooner we say so long, the better our memories will be of each other."
She kissed the truck driver on the cheek and then got out. Out in the street she waved her final goodbye, dwarfed by the giant rig.
The truck pulled away and joined the flow of traffic. Once again, Julie was on her own, not knowing what would happen next.
Sore and tired, Julie entered the hotel wearing the torn raincoat, fending off the desk clerk's curious glance when she asked for the key to 1603. She headed for her room, needing to rest. Later, with a clear head, she could think things out and decide what to do about her marriage in light of the discoveries she had made about herself during her honeymoon.
Right now, though, Julie was just grateful that Art was still hundreds of miles away and she didn't have to face him. She was in no condition at present to cope with a jealous husband.
Once she was upstairs in 1603, Julie took a quick shower to wash the grime and cum-traces from her aching body, the flopped nude onto the bed. The sheets were so smooth against her skin as total relaxation came to her. Within minutes, Julie was sleeping like a baby.
She was so exhausted that she had not expected to dream. And, indeed, for a long while sleep left her mind alone, encasing her in cool darkness.
But then an image flickered in her head. Deep in restful slumber, Julie tried to ignore it. It was persistent, though. Like an omen... "No, no," Julie muttered in her sleep, trying to resist the psychic intrusion.
She rolled over to physically shake it, but the image fastened its hold on her even tighter. Now details were starting to clarify themselves. Julie felt as if she had somehow been hypnotized in her sleep.
With her mind's eye, Julie found herself gazing upon her own naked body. The bedding had been pulled away and she was on her back, spread legged. The lips of her hairless cunt yawned, pink and glistening.
Julie's dream-self rubbed her hands along the curves of her naked body. Her skin was hot. Then, suddenly, Julie's fingertips flew away as if her flesh burned.
Someone was watching her. It was his eyes that had ignited Julie's bare body. , He emerged from the shadows. However, when Julie tried to pick out his face, his features were a blur.
Below the intruder's waist, though, Julie had no difficulty in getting things into focus. The crotch of the faceless stranger bulged with crystal clarity. A massive cock was stirring in his tight blue serge pants.
The mysterious stranger's fly came down, the zipper's whine a hawkish cry in the theatre of Julie's dream. Trousers and shorts were stripped away, along with a shirt, coat and tie. Shoes were kicked off.
Clad only in his calf-high socks, the male intruder approached the bed and Julie. His stiff cock led the way, twitching with arousal as it angled up in the air.
Julie forgot all about the question mark of the stranger's smudged face and concentrated solely on his cock. She wanted it in her cunt.
"Fuck me!" Julie blurted out.
She finger fucked her pussylips, stretching them as far apart as they would go to open her fuck-hole for the stranger's rigid cock.
The stranger got onto the bed. His prick was in his hand, aimed at Julie's wide open cunt.
"Stick it in!" Julie cried. "Fuck my cunt with your beautiful cock!"
The stranger chuckled, obviously pleased as he slipped his throbbing cock into Julie's pussy. The fit was tight and damp. The fucking was deep and increasingly hard.
"Oh, yessssss," Julie moaned. "This is what I want... this is all I want. Fucking, fucking, fucking."
She was getting it. The cock in Julie's cunt was a ceaselessly moving instrument of lust. The female response to such hot friction was inevitable.
"God, I'm coming!" Julie shrieked.
The stranger fucked her even harder.
Julie wrapped her legs around him, cinching his waist and socking his crotch against her cunt. One of her hands reached under his ass and massaged his hairy balls, while the other lifted up a tit, offering the spiked nipple to the stranger's mouth.
The stranger sucked Julie's tit with spreading lips. When Julie felt the tongue scrape against her nipple, her climax was dwarfed by a new, stronger orgasm.
As the stranger sucked her tit and fucked her cunt, Julie stabbed a finger up his gritty asshole. She probed his balls, priming the cum supply.
The stranger shifted his fucking into its highest gear. His fingers snaked down Julie's hips and clawed the cheeks of her ass for leverage. The stranger whammed his cock into Julie's cunt, each stroke a spine-cracker.
The stranger's mouth had shifted from Julie's tit to her head. The lips were hot against Julie's ear as the stranger panted with lust.
"Gonna come... come in your cunt," he rasped. "My cock... shooting... flooding your pussy with jizz."
"Do it! DO IT!" Julie screamed.
She got what she wanted. The cock in her cunt seemed to burst. Cum flowed like the spurt from a miniature geyser.
"Your jizz is so hot!" Julie gasped. "And there's so much of it."
"Wish my cock could shoot enough cum to give you a bath in the stuff," Julie's lover responded. "But right now I'm running out... "
He interrupted himself to squeeze off a final wad of jism in Julie's cunt.
"That's it for now," he said. "My cock's tapped out."
"No, no!" Julie protested. "I can keep your prick hard. Make you ready to come again before you know it. Just give me a chance!"
There was a sudden change of mold. The man who had just fucked Julie abruptly gave off different vibes, far less like those of a dream-lover than those of a real person...
A real person? The possibility shook Julie severely.
"But I... I'm dreaming," Julie muttered in bewilderment as the stranger pulled his cock from her pussy.
"Check your cunt if you think this was just a dream," Julie's lover said, laughing. "My cum is genuine, I guarantee it.
Julie rubbed her hand across her cunt. Her fingers came up dripping with fresh jism.
Looking at the stranger's face, Julie blinked repeatedly, fighting for focus. Who was he, this man who had fucked her so satisfyingly?
It was as though Julie were watching a photograph develop. The details in the stranger's previously blurred face appeared-nose, mouth, eyes, lines and ridges. It was like a human puzzle putting itself together. All of a sudden the man in Julie's bed was no longer an unknown quantity.
"ART!" an astonished Julie blurted as she recognized her husband as the man who had fucked her. "It wasn't a dream!"
"Not hardly," Art said. "Come on, Julie, move over in bed and give me some room to flake out. I just sat through the red-eye flight to get back here to you, and man, I'm beat. Got to saw some wood."
"B... but your job," Julie stammered. "What about the work you had to do?"
"Wound up that business back home sooner than I expected," Art explained. "Missed you a lot more than I ever expected to. Can't say I was disappointed when I walked through the door and found you naked in bed with your legs spread and your cunt wide open."
Now Julie was fully awake in the grip of a weird sensation. Winding up in bed with her own husband somehow seemed incredible to her, the last thing she had anticipated.
"Well, thanks for the fuck, baby," Art yawned, ignorant of his wife's inner turmoil. "Looks like you missed my cock as much as I missed your cunt. It's good to be back. We'll pick up where we left off when I wake up."
As Julie moved to one side, Art flopped onto the bed, crashing his face into the pillow. His eyes closed like the lids were lead. Within a couple of minutes he was snoring.
Julie propped herself up on the other pillow, watching Art as he slipped into sleep, getting her head together. What, she asked herself, did this mean? Did she have a future with Art after all?
The truth was this: Julie had accidentally fucked her own husband and dug it. Her ripping climaxes were not the product of any dream, but of Art's pumping cock in her cunt. Julie could not escape the fact that she had gotten off with Art as strongly as with any of the other men she had been fucking since her marriage.
It couldn't help but make Julie reevaluate her situation. Despite her craving for infidelity, she realized her husband was not a man whom she could exclude from her bed without regret. Art had just proven he definitely knew how to fuck her just the way she liked to be fucked, even if his cock was not the biggest.
But if she stayed with Art, Julie cautioned herself, what would she do about the other men who attracted her? And the women, too? Julie wanted it all. She wanted to fuck and suck anyone who got her hot, anytime, anywhere. It made her feel like she would live forever.
On the other hand, Julie saw Art as her ace in the hole. Security. It was nice to be able to count on steady cock on the home front.
"If only," Julie sighed to herself, "I could have both. Marriage and the works at the same time. Art to come home to, and my own private life. I know I could be a good wife if I just had the chance to be myself... let off steam when I need to... "
Her voice trailed off as she looked at Art sleeping so peacefully. He was smiling, obviously content. Art clearly didn't suspect a thing about Julie's rampant cheating during his absence. He thought he owned her.
"Men are like children," Julie sighed again, running her fingers through Art's hair. "What they don't know can't hurt them. Especially husbands."
Why, Julie reasoned, couldn't she have the best of both possible worlds? A husband-and the others.
"Art," Julie said to her sleeping husband, "I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never know you're not the only one."
She paused, smiling at the prospect of a double life.
"And in the meantime," she chuckled, "Well... that's my business."
Art stirred in his sleep, mumbling, "Yeah, Julie... whatever you say, Julie... it's all right with me."
"Good boy," Julie said, patting her slumbering husband on the head. "Just don't you worry about a thing, Art. If I work it right, this is one marriage neither of us will ever regret."
