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Just as expected, Roy was not at home and when Julie got inside
of
the apartment and discovered that many of his clothes were missing,
she
realized he must be staying in his studio over on Mission Street. It
was
sad being in that apartment alone where many of the plants were wilting
from lack of water; the rooms were stuffy and close as if no one had
lived
there for a week.
Julie shuddered as she sank into the familiar over-stuffed chair,
recalling how she had given into Don's attack, sighing shamefully but
blissfully when he had finally made her spread her legs even wider,
and
had shoved his hard rubbery cock full into the fleshy lips of her tortured
cunt. She had groaned in pain, but the pain was nothing compared to
the
incredible need she had felt to have his entire cock completely filling
her sensitive pussy to the brim.
She remembered crying out loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs
when his lewd cock plunged into her, again and again, hurting until
it
felt so good she thought she would pass out from pleasure. Nothing she
had ever felt with Roy could even approach what she had gone through
that
day and the knowledge of this disturbed her greatly.
This afternoon had been beautiful . . . up to a point. Slumped in
the chair, her mind teemed with thoughts she could only face in the
privacy of familiar surroundings.
Oh, life was so complicated. How could you tell what people were
really like? Bisexual . . . hummph! How could he have even asked her
if
she would make love to another woman? And worse still, it was probably
his old girl friend he wanted her to make lesbian love to. How could
anybody ask that of her? And, too, how could she have felt such pleasure
with someone she didn't even love? It was against human nature, against
all emotional standard she'd set for herself.
In all truthfulness, when Don's thick cock had sunk deep into her
belly, she had hoped that she would die that very moment with the fabulous
sensation of ecstasy still swirling madly within her aching loins. And
the strangest thing of all was that she began to cum immediately! The
orgasm built on its own without help from her! Instead of fighting for
it, praying for it, the way she did with Roy, it had come of its own
accord, with no effort other than the one smooth stroke into her fiery
cunt!
Why did he have to ruin it? Julie sobbed in the chair as she
recalled how it had been. "Oh, I'm lost!" she murmured.
From that humiliating moment on, she had been nothing but a tool for
Don's lust, cumming again and again as the passivity of her position
brought out a kind of masochistic pleasure in her, turning degradation
into a fervent desire.
She would never be the same again . . . never! She had let him do
whatever he wanted with her and, instead of defending her honor after
his
lewd suggestion that she make love to he and Dora, she had passively
slipped on her clothes. Had she been the woman she should have been,
she
would have slapped his face again. To even think that he would expect
that of her . . .
Julie pulled the afghan from off the back of the chair and spread it
over her lap. The fog was heavy now at seven o'clock and the open living
room window made the cold draft unbearable, but she refused to close
it,
choosing instead to ignore it, not feel it . . . just as she was doing
with her emotions. She wanted to shrivel up and disappear right then
and
there.
If only she hadn't caught Roy with that, that girl, then none of this
would have happened. Perhaps she had responded too quickly by moving
out
on him and giving him no chance at explanation. It could be a stage
he
was going through, another 'bender' as he called it. Individuals were
allowed that freedom, weren't they? Was it her place to cast judgment
on
him and leave? Oh, there were too many things to think about . . . to
many angles to the truth for one lonely woman to decipher.
Later, she thought of packing up her clothes, the memorabilia of two
years with Roy, and the household things, but decided against it. Lack
of
strength some might call it, or even character, but to Julie it was
a
subtle means of delaying the pain of final separation. That, she knew,
would take more mental stamina than she could muster at that confused
moment.
* * *
In the next few days Julie lapsed into another wave of depression
that frightened Ertha to the core. Twice Roy had called and twice Ertha
had refused to relay the message, telling him that Julie had gone to
Bolinas to stay with friends for the week. From her perspective, she
was
doing Julie a favor. Roy had cheated on her best friend once too many
times.
On the third day of watching her best friend refuse meals and fill
her gullet with glass after glass of wine, she decided to put her foot
down and make some changes. The ethereal shawl of depression was
beginning to affect Ertha, too, and in her line of business where
conviviality was a number one asset, she couldn't afford the dark moods.
Then, too, privacy ran second in her 'cottage' business and no man would
feel comfortable in the back room, no matter how much incense Ertha
burned, if they were greeted by the moping face of Julie laying on the
living room sofa like some kind of helpless emotional invalid.
Time for changes. Ertha phoned Joshua and told him the story,
emphasizing Julie's sophistication and potential beneficence to the
business. And, if plans worked out, Ertha would soon have more customers
than she could handle. Men were flocking to her door demanding, with
money, some of the sultry woman's talents to help uplift their spirits
and
iron out the kinks in their backs. And Ertha, in her subtle manner,
helped put them at ease with the talents of her finger tips. Occasionally
one would become too aggressive, demanding sex with her, but all it
took
was a little coaxing to convince the man that his hand would bring the
same results as her vagina. With the handsome ones it was different,
for
Ertha enjoyed sex and made no excuses for it. But above all, she was
a
business woman who was dedicated to the ideal that women need not
prostitute themselves to the streets or an office job to create a generous
living. No, Ertha could do it all at home . . . and Julie could, too,
if
put on the right track.
Joshua conceded to start Julie out with lessons, though Ertha didn't
explain it to Julie that way. They were sitting at the kitchen table
when
Ertha brought up the subject.
"Remember Joshua?"
Julie took another sip of her coffee. "Yes, I think so . . ."
"What did you think of him?"
"Okay."
"He wants to take you out. Would you go?"
"Uh."
"Don't be so enthusiastic!" tutted Ertha lightheartedly.
Julie chewed on her lower lip. "In the end they all want the same
thing anyway. Doesn't matter what he looks like."
Ertha's chocolate eyes rolled to the side and she spoke to an
imaginary character across the table from her: "Would you listen
to her?"
she pointed at Julie, then laughed. "Hey, come on, Joshua's a nice
guy.
I think you'd benefit from going out with him." She stared enduringly
at
her friend. "Why not?"
Why not? The words resounded in Julie's head. She remembered Don
and what had happened with him, and as her mind recoiled from the
recollection, her body recalled in vivid detail and she felt a surging
thrill race through her body.
"I guess if he's a nice guy," she stammered.
"Oh yes . . . whatever you didn't like about that Don fellow, I
think
you'll find this guy is quite different." Ertha waited for a response.
Ever since that afternoon four days ago, Julie hadn't been the same.
Sex,
she guessed had been the cause and, if her ears were not deceiving her,
she was certain she'd heard the familiar mewls and cries of masturbation
last night. Either that or Julie was making love to a phantom ghost
out
there in the living room.
"Tell him I'll go . . ." Julie said, reaching for the wine
bottle.
* * *
Roy picked through his clothes in his closet. Half of them
were
dirty and the other half didn't fit now that he'd lost fifteen pounds,
shed from hard work, anguish, and late night drinking that left him
hung
over and appetiteless the next day.
The movie was just about finished. Another week's work and he could
make copies of the film and, hopefully, have it sold by the following
month.
Maybe then his life would straighten out. With Julie gone time
seemed endless, but he'd fought the depression with work and booze,
a
combination that kept him out of trouble. If his daydreams became
realities, he'd make a pocket full of money. Shit, he might take Julie
to
Acapulco and stay in one of those fancy hotels with your own swimming
pool
where they float roses and orchids in the pool water and serve you iced
drinks for nickels.
Until then, he'd maintain as best he could with the lesson in mind
that getting laid was not the same thing as getting loved. And love--God
how he needed it--was on his mind!
* * *
Julie gathered the stamina to take a shower, wash her hair
and put on
fresh makeup. Her constant presence around the apartment was becoming
a
point of contention with Ertha, she knew, though Ertha was too kind
to say
so. But then, if Julie had as many male visitors as Ertha, she'd feel
uncomfortable with another woman around, too.
Now, driving toward the beach, she felt an unexpected and undeserved
calmness, a self assurance that all would work out in the end. All she
need do is cope and hope, she realized, speeding through the yellow
light,
and time would take care of all.
When she returned at four-thirty, Ertha was waiting for her with the
message that Joshua would like to come over and visit with Julie. Though
she didn't tell Julie, it was to be her first experience with what would
lead to a profession . . . of sorts.
"He'll be here at seven . . ." announced Ertha, whose voice
carried
from the other end of the apartment where she was remaking the room
she
playfully referred to as her 'office.' It was a small room draped in
arabesque style with tie-died fabric of deep reds and purples, tented
at
the top to shade the foam rubber mattresses that filled every inch of
the
floor space. Hookas and other oriental water pipes were strategically
placed at an arm's length. The heady scent of sweet incense filled the
air and, on the window ledge rows of earthy-smelling oils decorated
the
wall-everything from 'coconut' to 'rose,' 'rain water' to 'spring earth.'
It was a twentieth century harem, if ever there was one.
Julie came to the door and watched as Ertha pulled a burned stick of
incense from its holder. "Seven, you said?"
"That's right, baby. Oh, and doll yourself up. Joshua likes that.
I've gone out with him a couple of times and he's really sweet."
Julie will be climbing the walls tonight, Ertha thought to herself.
She had told Joshua the whole story about Julie, about it being her
first
such experience at nude massage. She wouldn't have trusted just any
man
with her best friend, but Joshua was the emotionally receptive type
who
could figure out a woman in two seconds flat. He'd know right away if
Julie was strong enough to make it in this business and she trusted
his
judgment. Who could tell? Maybe Joshua would make as much money for
Julie as he had for her, for Joshua was a man of the streets, besides
being well-spoken and polite. That's what separated a pimp from an
entrepreneur, and Joshua was definitely an entrepreneur with libertine
tastes and a hedonistic view of life. That, Ertha, surmised, made him
just about perfect . . . In fact, if they hadn't restricted their
relationship to a business one, she might have fallen in love with Joshua
. . .
"I'll just pour myself another glass of wine before he comes,"
Julie
said, tipping the bottle of California burgundy so that her glass was
filled to the brim. She was happy that she had found the magic potion
that would settle her nerves. She had never been much of a drinker
before, but now there didn't seem to be any harm in it, and she was
using
it for medicinal purposes. Ertha had gone out even though Julie had
tried
to convince her to stay at least until Joshua arrived.
"Now you just relax . . . you look simply wonderful!" she
had called
to her as she went out the door.
Julie looked in the living room mirror one more time. The knit
jumpsuit Ertha had insisted she wear left little up to the imagination,
but it made her feel nice and slim.
Ertha acted just like a mother hen with her, sometimes, she realized
. . . but she knew that Ertha was only doing it for her own good. She
wants me to be happy again . . . she thought to herself, downing the
remains of her glass.
The bell rang melodiously and Julie stumbled to the door. She wasn't
drunk, but she was very high. Opening the door, she was surprised to
see
Joshua dressed in a pair of tight, fashionable Levies with suspenders,
a
European style shirt, collarless, with rolled up sleeves underneath.
He
looked young and energetic and she realized what a terrible state she
must
have been in that first night she'd met him. He hadn't looked half as
carefree and handsome then.
"Joshua?" she asked, focusing her eyes more clearly.
"Yes, ma'm. That's me . . . Ertha said you were beautiful, but
I
didn't realize what a foxy chick you really are."
Joshua walked in and Julie breathlessly closed the door behind him.
She couldn't think of anything to say. Fortunately, Joshua made it easy
for her, beginning the conversation on his own accord.
"I'm glad you agreed to have a date with me tonight," he said
confidently.
Julie blushed, teetering slightly over her high platform shoes.
"Come in and have a seat won't you?" she said, starting into
the
living room.
Joshua followed her down the short hallway, watching the gentle sway
of her full, rounded buttocks as she walked.
Julie felt confused and embarrassed suddenly. Somehow everything was
very difficult. Joshua's piercing eyes were looking at her with rapt
attention as though making silent judgment on her. He was hanging on
every word she said and yet she had said almost nothing so far. She
felt
a great tension between them, something that she thought she ought to
fight against. A strange magnetic current was drawing her to this man.
"Drink?" she asked, heading for the kitchen.
"I don't drink. Why don't we smoke one of these reefers instead?"
He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a slender cigarette
box
made of hand-tooled leather. "Good stuff. You look like a swinging
chick, bet you really get off on weed." He shot a prize-winning
smile at
her that made Julie's heart lift.
"Well . . . once in a while."
"I'd really like to enjoy this with you, Julie," he said softly,
pulling the hand-rolled cigarette out of the case before stuffing it
back
into his pocket. Julie made a mental note of the freckle in the cleft
of
his chin as he smiled back at her with eyes that wouldn't stop shining.
"What delicate bones you have, Julie," he said when they were
on the
sofa passing the joint back and forth. "You know I bet you really
missed
your calling. You'd make a great model with that hair of yours . . .
and
those eyes . . . I'll smoke to that . . ."
He passed the joint to her. "I'd really like to experience you,
Julie. Lie naked with you and just hold you. We wouldn't even have to
make love . . . just be together . . ."
Julie's head spun 360 degrees! What had he said? Experience her?
Cuddle? No demands? What a gentleman!
A shiver ran through her when Joshua touched the nape of her neck
with his warm hand. The fact that he was not after sex, and only sex,
created a shiver of excitement for which she was not prepared. As she
moved over closer to him, she noticed that Joshua had manicured nails.
She wondered about that.
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When he leaned over to kiss her, she found she did not resist,
but
somehow welcomed his attention. She had hardly spoken to him and what
he
had said to her was fairly insignificant and yet it seemed she had known
Joshua all her life. Her sex-starved body responded to him immediately
and when he gently held her in his arms, she felt limp and submissive,
sensing that no matter what happened, he would not harm her. He kissed
her on the forehead first, then whispered in her ear. "Come with
me." He
took her hand and guided her back to Ertha's office and closed the door.
For a silent moment Julie was transfixed with ambivalence. As much
as she enjoyed Joshua's company, something told her that it wasn't proper
for a first date; she'd learned her lesson with Don. "Joshua .
. . I
really like you, but I don't think . . ."
She was silenced by a masculine finger caressing her lip. "It's
okay, Julie. We don't have to make love. We'll just hold each other.
You need it, I need it, so why don't we do it together?"
Julie couldn't refute that, and when he unhooked his suspenders and
his Levies, too, she was at a loss for words. When he was naked, he
started taking off her clothes, awed by her perfect body and telling
her
so. Gently, he eased her down to the foam rubber floor and urged her
to
lie on her stomach, never once insinuating sexual intentions. Straddling
her back, he instructed her to close her eyes and try to relax, to think
of the most pleasant experience she could bring to mind. Julie thought
about the surprise birthday party her mother had given for her sixth
birthday. The marijuana helped activate her imagination, and Joshua's
hands did the rest as he started at the nape of her neck and worked
the
heels of his masculine hands into the sore, tension-taut muscles of
her
neck.
Julie let out a long sigh of relief, all but purring into the richly
scented mattress. It suddenly occurred to Julie that Ertha had changed
the linens that day, and she secretly wondered if her best friend had
this
moment in mind. But she quickly dismissed the thought as cool dribbles
splashed over her back and the heady scent of Pachouilly oil made her
nostrils flare. Then strong hand making semi-circles of pressure erased
all thoughts of the present.
"That's it, Julie, relax . . . just go with it . . . yeah . . ."
Julie was in ecstasy. Never had she felt so calm and peaceful . . .
certainly not since she and Roy . . . no, she wasn't going to let herself
think about that now.
"How is it, Babe? Feel good?" Joshua smiled down at her naked
back,
silently assessing the perfection of her skin, the muscular contours
of
her back, and everything else perfect about her. Yes, she would make
a
masseuse, all right.
Julie let out a long sigh. "That's fantastic!"
"Okay, do me." Joshua collapsed on his stomach. "Just
use your
imagination," he instructed as they changed positions. "Start
at my toes
and work your way up. Use the heels of your hands and don't be afraid
to
get rough. Ahhh, that's it," he crooned feeling Julie's fingers
dig into
his body. "Oh God, baby, you're a natural . . ."
"Want some oil?" Julie was getting into the spirit now. Touching
flesh was a wonderful feeling, she realized, especially the flesh of
someone like Joshua. Straddling his back, she studied the strong,
rippling muscles of his tanned back, smiling at the flock of freckles
on
his left shoulder. Up on her knees now, she worked on his shoulders,
her
clitoral bud flicking teasingly against the unblemished skin of his
back.
A tempting urge washed through her as she remembered those nights in
bed with Roy when they would spend all night in the sixty-nine position,
licking and sucking each other to exploding climaxes.
Julie sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't think
that way, she promised herself. That's how she had gotten into trouble
with Don and that, she vowed to the Gods above, would never happen again.
"Aaah, Baby, you've got the hands of an angel . . . Come here,"
he
urged, turning over on his back and motioning with a flirtatious crook
of
his finger for her to join him.
With little urging, Julie lay down next to him, feeling confident
about herself and trustful of Joshua. He started by kissing her eyes,
her
forehead, her cheeks. Then he kissed her steadily and passionately for
a
long while, stopping only every now and then to catch his breath and
then
his tongue would be back in her mouth, reaching for the back of Julie's
throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant penis,
her mouth a yearning cunt. At first he restricted his advances to the
long sensual kiss, but then meeting no resistance there he began to
explore her body slowly, carefully, approaching her breasts, then running
his tongue down between them deep into the slit that was cushioned by
the
swelling globes of flesh. Julie melted beneath his touch, her body aflame
with desire, her mind reaching out toward him, in a desperate need for
companionship. She had never before believed in love at first sight,
being the cautious type, but whatever it was she was feeling had to
be
close to it . . . either that or magic.
"I want to be close to you, Julie. I want to do more than cuddle
with you. I want to taste you . . ." The words pierced Julie like
an
arrow. Sure and true, they found their mark, releasing her completely
from. any pretense of protest.
In one swift motion, Joshua turned on the bed, placing himself over
her naked young body in reverse with his thickly hardened cock over
her
face, his legs spread on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said passionately, "Suck
on
it . . . use your tongue! You can use your teeth to nip a little . .
.
carefully . . . very carefully, baby."
Without protest, Julie reached up to him, taking the long, thick cock
in her hands, sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red
head
of his cock and took it gingerly into her suddenly watering mouth, aware
of the pungent man-taste of him. Inwardly she was still appalled with
the
realization of what she was doing so willingly.
Slowly, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant pulsing
cock-head filling her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around,
trying
finally to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the tip
of
the glans.
Joshua leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position, and with
a groan, buried his lips into her rapidly moistening cunt. His tongue
lashed out and probed wetly at her hair-lined cuntal opening, then moved
up to her peaked little clitoris to lick her to a higher pounding
excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the commands
of
her reasoning mind, the young woman's wide-splayed cunt reacted, and
she
began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her glistening pussy
slit
on fire, begging for more of that hotly sensuous tongue!
Oh, I don't know how I can lie here and do this with a man I barely
know. But the thought of her total surrender sent chills running along
the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Joshua's cock soft
in
her mouth. I can't seem to help myself I want it . . . bad!
Julie was confused by the delicious sensations in her own warming
cunt, the generated heat in her forcing her naked body to jerk upward,
to
the insistent mouth of her partner. She moaned out her helpless need
for
him.
"Oh, Joshua . . . Joshua . . . I want it . . .! I want you to .
. .
to do it to me now . . .!" she gasped, out of breath.
Joshua felt her hands clutching at his head, her finger entwining
lightly in his curly hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face
forcefully into the hotly quivering pink slit of her cunt! He sensed
the
movements of her head flailing back and forth, visualizing its dark
beauty
as he speared up into the warmly velvety depths of her gradually dilating
cunt. She ground her young hips uncontrollably into the softness of
the
mattress, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-like mewlings
bubbling out of her lust-constricted throat. Then, she raised her spread-
open genitals up to him, pressing his face into the sparse blonde-fringed
slit, the hot cuntal walls opening and closing in a sucking action around
his deep thrusting tongue in an unbelievably knowing manner.
Abruptly, Joshua withdrew his probing tongue to lick up through the
moist-parted cuntal slit, circling her eagerly trembling clitoris. Then
encompassing it with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds
deep into the hotly hungering shelter of his mouth, his tongue continued
its mind-shattering licking against the straining nerve bud of her
womanhood.
Julie gasped. "Oohhh . . . lick it . . . suck it . . . do anything
you want to it . . . just don't stop!"
Joshua's brain whirled deliriously. He raised and twisted his head
to fix upon her beautiful, ecstatically contorted face. Her head still
tossed slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tightly
into
his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to her
elastic cuntal opening. His hands moved over the silken softness of
her
belly to the erect rounded firmness of her cone-shaped breasts, cupping
harshly their firm resiliency, his fingers tweaking and pulling furiously
at their hardened tiny nipples, treating them almost cruelly in his
strong
building desire.
Then, Julie felt him move back down over her, finally lifting her
legs and forcing them back until her knees touched her tingling breasts,
his hands pressed behind them raising her nakedly wide-spread loins
to his
wild tongue and sucking mouth. It was then that she felt the hot liquid
contact of his tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving
and
probing at the sensitively raised opening, sending maddening sensations
of
rapture spiraling through her impassioned young body.
"Ohhh, yes . . . yesss!" she cried out. "Oh, Joshua,
let me have
your penis in my mouth again . . . I want to taste it."
His hot mouth never losing contact with the throbbing split up
between her thighs, Joshua lowered his body, permitting Julie to greedily
curl her fingers around the swollen rod of flesh jutting down between
his
legs. Holding to its wide base skillfully with thumb and forefinger
she
pulled back the thick foreskin, then sucked as much as she could take
of
it into her anxiously salivating mouth.
In her uninhibited excitement, she sucked it so deeply into the hot
saliva-filled cavern that it nearly choked her. Twisting her head enough
to catch her breath, she began feverishly running her tongue up and
down
its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral caresses
and
tasting the pungently masculine tang of the seeping fluid oozing from
the
slit at its tip. She cupped his heavy balls possessively in the warmly
sheltering palms of her soft hands as lust blanketed her excited brain.
He moved up and down . . . in and out of her mouth in cadence to his
lashing tongue spearing into her moistly tingling cunt below. She sucked
with fury at the hardened cock embedded almost to her tonsils, while
Joshua labored with lewd sucking sounds at her naked young pussy, his
hands beneath clutching the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, his tongue
burrowing deeper and deeper into her wildly quivering cunt.
She groaned again as Joshua's teeth trapped the burgeoning tip of her
clitoris and began to titillate the sensitive little bud with his tongue,
dabbing at it unmercifully, sending it soaring into insane turgidity.
Oh
God, she moaned silently, why had she waited so long for this? It was
heavenly, it was divine . . . and she was one inch away from being in
love
with this man.
"Mmmmmmm . . ." she couldn't resist moaning as her whole body
began
to vibrate from the delicious licking of Joshua's tongue, working
furiously up into the gratefully receiving opening.
Her tongue reached out and carefully slashed the hard rubbery cock,
licking away the moisture as she washed the thick shaft with her saliva.
An obscene hunger coursed through Julie as she relished the thrilling
piquancy of Joshua's cock, and warming to her task, she opened her mouth
and gratefully accepted his hard pole of male flesh inside her warm
cavity. A shudder flooded through her, and her eyes closed blissfully.
The young woman's tongue swept and lashed around the lustfully growing
cock in her mouth as she swallowed the driving thickness almost to the
hilt, feeling the hard spongy head tipping against her larynx, before
pulling it out until only the 'hard bulbous cock head remained. Then
she
trapped it there, her lips tightening firmly around the shaft like a
circular vise, and played her tongue in and out of the little opening
at
the head. It was wonderful, sucking a man's cock, while he was licking
your cunt, her mind proclaimed, and the mental picture she conjured
up of
herself and Joshua sent a shiver of forbidden excitement rippling through
her. She thought of how she must look, her face hollowing and filling
around Joshua's virile cock, her long slim thighs splayed open to admit
his feverishly digging tongue up into her secret recesses!
Her own abandoned body was awash with pleasurable feelings as she
felt the lewd vibrations of Joshua's frantic licking below ricochet
through her and express themselves in the frenetic sucking she was giving
his big thrusting cock.
Joshua's tongue-fucking below was driving her crazy! His tongue was
a being of its own, diving incessantly into her wildly alive cunt, and
then slipping out again to dip along the wickedly tingling orifice of
her
anus. His illicit stimulation at her tightly puckering anal ring sent
fresh shivers tippling through her, and every nerve ending in her body
was
taut with frantic anticipation. Julie knew that she would reach release
soon from the unearthly and heavenly feelings she was experiencing,
and it
seemed to her that she would go stark mad if release didn't come soon!
Her whole body felt rigid and tensed, then suddenly she was there!
Her trembling nakedness arched upward, stiffened, then into mind-blowing
spasms of rapture. Flames of fire seemed to leap up through her body
from
the giant furnace raging in her cunt, and every nerve in her body was
red
hot, seared with the chaotic brimstone of her cunt.
"Ohhh . . . Goddd! I'm cummmmminnnggg! . . . Aahahahahah!"
she
screamed.
Joshua, too, was on the verge of climax, and his wildly incoherent
groans exploded up into her readily twitching pussy as he suddenly began
to thrust his long thick cock with ferocious strength into her mouth.
His
wildly jerking cock rammed far, far back into her throat, making her
almost gag, before beginning to ejaculate the white hot lava of sperm.
It
cascaded into her mouth in a gushing liquid froth, and Julie eagerly
gulped the life-giving nectar down, her throat contracting feverishly
anxious not to lose a precious drop of it!
Joshua emptied each gush of his churning cum into Julie's greedily
swallowing mouth, feeling his entire body vibrating from the force of
his
ejaculation, as he continued to swipe her writhing cunt with his tongue,
exulting in the fantastic response he had invoked in her. Orgasm after
orgasm seemed to wash over her, and her moans of pleasure muffled around
his spewing cock, and still she was cumming, her lushly ripened body
shaking like a rag doll, her thighs holding tight like iron clamps against
his face. His mouth was drenched from the heavy mist of her orgasmic
juices, and his tongue felt sore from the forceful jerks of her milking
cunt. Finally, her naked young body stilled at the same time as he
emptied the last dregs of cum from his balls and she began to release
her
demonic thigh-hold on his aching face. Still dazed from the overwhelming
intensity of his release, his cock still semi-erect and trapped between
Julie's lips, Joshua opened his dazed eyes.
She was fantastic! Man, even better than Ertha, and that was the
highest praise he could give any woman. And better still, she could
be
good for business, especially now that he'd worked out his deal with
Pedro
to up the clientele in exchange for protection against the organized
crime
that was slowly seeping over the Broadway strip of San Francisco's famed
massage parlors and topless bars. Now if the two women--Julie and Ertha--
could keep it straight between them, they would all be in the bucks
soon.
He only hoped that Julie wasn't going to fall for his 'sweet guy
act;' she seemed the submissive sort, the kind who is looking for
attachment.
Next to him, Julie lay in silent passion that she never knew could
exist.
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