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"I'm here to see your ol' man. Supposed to do some work for him on
the set."
"Oh!" Julie said wearily. "Yes . . . well, he's not here right now,
but if he's expecting you, I'm sure he'll either be calling or coming home
to meet you. Roy had mentioned someone coming over, but he had slammed
out of the house too soon to leave any message.
"Roy's at the set, huh?" he asked.
"That's what I said." she answered stone-faced. She looked at Corby
for the first time and realized that despite his weird taste in clothing,
he was a very fine looking man with high cheek bones, an even chocolate
brown complexion, and deep-set liquid eyes.
Corby mistook her frank gaze for something else, and made up his mind
that there was no two ways about it, the lady had to be as much of a
swinger as her boy friend, Roy.
"Mind if I have a seat?" Corby asked, appraising Julie's beautiful
long legs and well rounded thighs.
"Oh, no, sorry for not offering. Go right ahead while I get
dressed." She turned and started for the bedroom. "If you want coffee,
it's in the fridge."
"That's not all I'd like . . ." Corby murmured and Julie turned to
face him.
"What did you say?" she asked thinking he certainly was acting
strangely. Then it occurred to her for the first time that she was
parading around almost naked in front of this total stranger. What must
he think of her?
Her face red with humiliation, she closed the bedroom door. "Good
grief, am I going crazy?" Glancing at the full length mirror on the back
of the bedroom door, she could see what Corby Lewis had seen. The outline
of her nipples showed clearly through the two layers of gauzy material and
she could just make out the triangular shadow of her pubic mound.
She ripped off the flimsy garments and then went to the closet to
pick something more appropriate from the racks. She wanted to be as
covered as possible when she finally faced him again. Now that she
thought of it, he bad stared at her rather hungrily, but it wasn't all his
fault, she thought with an admission of honesty.
She pulled a fresh pair of Levies from the hanger and a sweater from
the top drawer of her bureau, thinking that she might repair the
irredeemable first impression she'd inadvertently created for her boy
friend's model. She slipped on the sweater, but it only accented her
large, firm breasts which protruded in soft, smooth fleshy curves beneath
the woolen knit. When she descended the stairs, she hoped to find the
young man gone, but she could see by peering into the living room from the
crack in her bedroom door that he was still sitting on the sofa. She
slipped into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice and
stared out the window thinking what a mess her life was! Wasn't there a
simple way of carrying on a relationship and have it mean something? What
made it all so complicated? Wasn't love enough?
She was still sitting there when Corby appeared in the doorway. His
limber frame lounged casually against the door jam, his black leather cape
shrouding his shoulders like some out-of-time Victorian character from a
horror show. He held a joint in one hand.
"Hope you don't mind me smoking dope in your house," he asked,
grinning pleasantly.
Julie stood up. "Now wait a minute, I find it a bit presumptuous on
your part . . ."
Corby shrugged. "Your ol' man smokes it, so I sure as hell thought
you would too. Ain't nothin' wrong with it. Here, have a hit and let's
get it on . . . your ol' man doesn't have to know," he said syrupy.
He sauntered toward Julie, deciding that she was the type who
probably had to be pushed. Well, he'd played that game before. Julie's
fruit juice spilled to the floor as Corby grabbed her up and pressed her
soft, yielding body against his chest, thrusting his tongue deep inside
her mouth with a smooth even motion, as though he had thoroughly
choreographed every move.
His tongue searched way back, deep into Julie's throat, probing at
the sides of her teeth, his mouth sucking at her tongue with a loud wet
noise.
Julie struggled fiercely, straining every way to get loose, hysteria
rising like mercury in her veins. But Corby's arms were strong, stronger
than any that had ever held her, and she was helplessly caught in his
arms. Her screams were stifled in her throat by the persistent tongue
that invaded her wide-open mouth, and her attempts at scratching him were
confined to the tough material of his leather cape.
Crazy thoughts ran through Julie's mind. All the horror stones of
men posing as friend's of husbands coming to doors and raping the women.
She had always thought that if anything like that were to happen to her
that she would be able to fight back, but now she knew the utter futility
of struggling against a force superior to her own.
A drugged maniac! So this was the kind of people Roy was hanging out
with! Her eyes bulged wide with terror as the stolen kiss continued.
With alarm, she felt a thick hard rod begin to press against her belly.
He was beginning to get an enormous erection! Good Lord! Could all of
that be him? Her imagination heightened by fear made the thick cock that
pressed against her struggling belly into a battering ram that would soon
shatter her to bits.
Corby held on and began to walk Julie backwards into the living room.
He had known them to struggle, but this one was really fierce. It
occurred to him that it was possible that she really didn't want him to
continue, but then he retraced all the events that preceded this embattled
embrace and concluded that she was about due to cease her struggling any
moment . . . as soon as he had gotten to what he often referred to 'as the
moment of no return.'
He could feel the mounds of Julie's breasts cushioned against him,
making two large warm spots on his hard chest.
Man oh, man! She has a build on her that won't quit! What the hell
is Roy doin' with those dumb chicks when he's got a lady like this tucked
away at home?
He carried her along with him over to the living room sofa and
managed to get the two of them down on it, though she kept grabbing at his
cape trying to wrap it around his head to keep his tongue out of her
mouth. One hard thigh pressed between her legs, separating them and
making it impossible for her to move one way or the other. He would have
to work fast before Roy came home.
Shit! She had to go and put on those Levies! Corby's hand fumbled
about searching for the secret of getting them off, and found that the top
snap was already open. His hand slipped easily beneath the waistband of
her Levies and the zipper cooperated with the pressure of his hand,
opening up her belly to his caressing touch. Just below, the smaller
elastic of her nylon panties began, and his fingers raced to explore
beneath it. Her skin was smooth as satin as his hot nervous hand shoved
beneath her twisting hips, but he swiftly cupped one forbidden buttock,
kneading it, pinching it, enjoying its secrecy to the fullest degree.
"Nice little ass you got, honey!"
As Corby's mouth left Julie's, she let out a piercing scream.
"Please . . . please let me go! Let me go! I'll tell Roy!" She
tried to bite Corby's lips, but he drew his head back quickly and clamped
his hand over her mouth.
"Hey, you're acting like you weren't asking for this . . . coming to
the door half naked. Come off it, sweetheart. You're horny and you know
it, so why not quit fighting and take it with a grin!"
His hard cock throbbed against the wide split between Julie's legs,
and he considered just ripping her Levies and plugging it into her pussy
without any foreplay. Her struggling and yelling had only served to
excite him more, and now it was important to him to get this conquest over
with.

ENTER
TEEN STEAM

Julie heard his words with a sinking sense of doom. He actually
thought that she wanted this! How could she have gotten herself into this
mess?
Corby removed his hand from her mouth to see if she would stop
screaming and start kissing, but Julie could only implore of her boy
friend's model. "Listen, I know it was my mistake coming to the door
dressed like that, but I didn't realize. And I've never gone out with any
other man except for Roy while we've been living together."
Corby was half listening . . . his hands preoccupied him . . .
sliding beneath Julie's sweater, invading the filled cups of her well
filled bra, holding the warm trembling orbs, jiggling them in his hands as
though he were weighing them. Then he twisted at the nipples with a
sudden piercing motion.
"Ooooh, please," Julie cried out in pain, and it sounded so genuine
to Corby that it made him stop and take another look at her. Her recent
words floated through his mind like a taped replay.
God, she's not kidding. Well, I'll be damned if I'm gonna rape her.
I've never had to beg for it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start now.
He released his hold on her breasts and, panting, he sat up, adjusting his
cape that had swiveled around backwards in the foray. His cock felt like
a shaft of rock granite stuffed inside his pants.
"Baby," he spat the word out into her face. "You're one hell of a
cock tease. I don't blame Roy one fucking bit!"
"No, no!" Julie cried pulling her slacks up and scrambled for the
bedroom. "No! It's not true, and I do love Roy!" She ran from the
bedroom, certain that he would follow. She tripped over the long legs of
her Levies twice as tears blurred her vision. Julie slammed the door
behind and locked it. Her breath came heavily, uneven sobs racked her
body as she stood listening at the door for Corby's footsteps.
She had always told Roy they should have an extension phone in the
bedroom. If she had one, she would call the police now and have this
stranger arrested. But what would she say to the police? That she'd been
raped? That wasn't exactly true and, knowing the hell the police usually
put rape victims through, she couldn't have stood the strain anyway. The
whole thing was her fault.
Julie could feel her knees shaking so badly that she had to let
herself down to the floor near the bed. Silently, she rested her head to
the rumpled bed coverlet and listened for the footsteps that never came.
After a short time, the slam of the apartment door reached her
buzzing ears, and then there was the sound of heavy-soled shoes on the
cement outside of the apartment building. She ran to the window to see
the black leather cloak billowing in the wind, the dapper Puerto Rican
whistling to himself casually as he hailed a cab.
Julie slowly walked over to the bed. She stood dazed and trembling
beside it for a moment, and then she began to remove the sweater and
slacks that had seemed so protecting such a short time ago. They felt
soiled and ugly now, cheap and dirty, just as she felt. She threw them in
the corner, knowing she would never wear them again.
Julie stepped out of her panties and undid her bra, letting both fall
to the carpeted floor. Then she climbed naked into the bed that was still
rumpled and unmade from the morning.
The cool sheets pulled up over her naked body felt soothing and
somehow kind to her overheated body. She knew that she was feverish, the
heat from her face in the soft feather pillow trying to blot out the
memory of all that had just happened, but it kept happening over and over
again in her mind. Every clear and lurid detail. Each insult louder than
before. The whole thing was impossible . . . impossibly insane! And yet
so many things were changing. Things she never thought would happen to
her were happening all around her now: the conversation with Ertha, the
way she'd tried to seduce Roy, and now this! She felt vulnerable and open
to forces she had never wanted any part of. But now those same forces
were guiding her.
Julie's entire body trembled between the sheets and a kind of prickly
sensation played back and forth along her voluptuous curves. The thought
of what might have happened caused her to jerk spasmodically. That
monster, with the enormous penis . . . was going to . . . actually . . .
Her hand went down between her thighs to the quivering slit of her
cunt as though to protect herself from the now imaginary invasion. But
when she touched herself she was surprised to find that she was soaking
wet and that her fingers caused a wild tingling sensation that pierced her
belly with a stab of acute pleasure.
"Aaaahhhh . . ." she sighed softly, and somewhere in her head, a
voice said, "take your hand away, you naughty girl! What are you doing?
That isn't nice!" It was her mother's voice. Her mother's voice talking
to her when she was a little girl. "Such a dirty thing to do!"
As the voice continued, her fingers moved lightly over the sensitive
slippery folds, creating tiny tracing lines of lust wherever they went.
It was rising and rising . . . overtaking her lovely sensual nakedness
with its demand for fulfillment. It swirled in her belly and up along the
spongy tissue of her breasts to the stiff hard nipples. Her other hand
reached to twist the aching nipples.
"Aaaahhhh . . ." she sighed again. They had been waiting for that.
All of them seemed to have been waiting for these touches. Her hands
moved blindly now, quickening their licentious probings as Julie began to
twist her body and to rise and lift herself on the bed, raising her hips
to the lust-maddened attack of her own hands.
"Oh God!" she murmured. "Oh God, no!"
Her lithe young shape turned, tortured by the teasing of her fingers.
Passion became an all consuming flame and she was its willing fuel.
"Ah . . . aaahhhh . . . AAAHHHHH . . .!" she cried out as her finger
slipped into the pink wet opening of her pussy.
She wanted this, she knew . . . wanted this badly . . . wanted these
fingers to be a huge penis, rigid, shoving hard into the trembling
opening, pushing against the wetly sucking walls of her cunt, throbbing
deep up inside her. Hard! HARD!
Julie's fingers rammed into the burning cavern between her open
thighs, her entire body bent into an obscene shape by her mounting desire.
She sighed and cried out, groaning her pleasure. It was ecstasy, this big
make-believe cock rising so high inside her, while her body and twitching
hips rose to the ever increasing rhythm.
"Oh . . . oh . . . yes, yes . . . YES!" And it was Corby's lust-
hardened cock fucking into her mercilessly, his massive prick teasing,
hurting, smashing. She had to get him into her deeper . . . deeper.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" she cried out. Oh, it was
good! Back and forth! Back and forth! In and out! In and out! She
bucked harder, her long, smoothly tapered legs moving lewdly back and
forth, up and out on the bed. Her face was twisted by the strain of her
solitary actions into a mask of sex-crazed pleasure.
Her fingers strained to accommodate the clenching hair-lined pussy
that was over-flowing with her own love juices. On and on she finger-
fucked herself furiously while a tiny stream of uncontrollable saliva slid
from the comer of her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Roy . . . oh, baby . . . please fuck me!"

* * *

Julie lay in a semi-stupor for some time after her wild, self-induced
orgasm and then slowly her fingers found their way once more to the still
gently twitching lips of her open cunt. Three more times she
uncontrollably vented her lust, attacking her own tortured body and lust-
gaping cunt with renewed vigor until finally she lay spent and gasping,
her legs wide-spread on the bed, a lewd twisted grin of satiation upon her
lips.
She drifted off and slept the sleep of the shameful dead until
evening when the sound of a police siren awoke her. She jumped out of
bed, not knowing what time of day it was, or what day it was. What was
she doing naked? She never slept without a nightgown on. And where was
Roy? It was when she saw her clothes heaped in the corner that it came
back to her . . . everything.
Quickly, as if the devil was after her, she unlocked the bedroom door
and stumbled into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. The blonde
haired woman sat in silent fear, her robe wrapped around her naked body,
and her fingers, still swollen from her lust, clinging to the steaming
coffee cup as if it were the last vestige of decency in her existence.
She thought of turning on the stereo to listen to some Gordon Lightfoot or
maybe some light jazz would help heighten her doomed mood, but it seemed
too intrusive somehow . . . as if she didn't deserve the reprieve the
music would lend. No, she'd have to suffer it out, for that's what she
deserved, wasn't it?
Roy . . . why did Roy have to vanquish the few hopes she had left for
cementing their too-long neglected relationship? Why, oh God why did he
have to fall asleep on her without making her feel loved? Was it too much
to ask? Was there something she'd failed to do?
Oh, Roy I need you, baby. Oh God, I need you more than ever before.
Please, please come home, she silently implored, her eyes closed to the
glaring light accusingly blinding her sleep-puffy eyes.
Julie had no idea of how long she'd sat there staring at the happy
yellow walls of her kitchen, her mood darkening. At ten-thirty she
realized she couldn't wait any longer for Roy to come home. If he wasn't
home in fifteen minutes, that meant he'd probably spend the night at the
studio he'd rented and called home since the inception of his 'make money
fast' scheme that had caused the chasm in their relationship.
She had to see him, soon; had to be held in his strong arms, told
that everything was going to be okay, or she would loose her mind. A
dribble of coffee spilled onto the table cloth and in that crazy moment
she realized the meaning of insanity. Though she'd always considered
herself to be a relatively sane, rational individual, she had the 'acid
flash' of paranoia. If she didn't have relief from the desperate
loneliness she felt, she would go stark raving mad.
Yes, it was insane, stupid, and maybe even self-destructive, but she
would drive to the studio and find Roy, beg him to come home with her and
hold her in his arms and make everything okay again. Only Roy could do
that.

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