"Man!" he said. "Even better than I thought!"
Julie closed her eyes tightly, waiting for his attack. She just wanted to get it over with now. She couldn't stand the humiliation of being looked at any longer, like she was a piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop. But instead of the sweating palms she had expected, crushing into her delicate skin, she felt something entirely different. Not wanting to resort to insensitive groping, Don had begun to trace his fingers lightly up the insides of Julie's legs, one hand on each leg, moving slowly up and parting the legs as he went, until they were spread upon the mattress and his thumbs were pressing into the soft pliant flesh.
A giant tremor of helpless indignity went through her at the light insidious touch. It was worse than if he had just grabbed her, at least that way it would be over fast!
Don smiled at the lewd position Julie was in. He decided to take his time with this one, since he really wanted to stretch his pleasure out, especially since it seemed to be such a chore for Julie!
"Please… I…" she muttered, unable to bear the strange sensation of Don's hands softly titillating the looser flesh of her thighs.
"You'll be begging me for it before I'm through with you, Julie. Do you like that? Do you like to beg?" Don asked deftly continuing his subtle pressure until Julie thought she would go out of her mind.
She began to toss about on the mattress in a vain attempt to escape, but Don would always bring her back to the position he wanted her in, so that he could continue playing at the sensitive tendons of her thighs, so terribly near the quivering mouth of her young, cringing pussy.
When Don thought he had created the desired effect his hands moved on, the fingers traveling on as though they had a life of their own, invading the defenseless slit of Julie's pussy, toying in the narrow area that contained such a wealth of tender sensual folds. He separated the inner labia and began to flick at the small throbbing prick of her clitoris until with a heart-rending moan, Julie felt a sudden rush of lubricating fluids on her pussy, signaling the involuntary arousal and opening of her tight, palpitating slit.
Julie's unwilling groan spurred him on to wilder manipulations of his captive's straining cunt; and tantalizing as he went, he moved back and forth, maintaining a steady tickling, grinning in a depraved manner as he snatched the slow but sure change in her reactions.
The indignant cries of humiliation were becoming moans and mewls of forced pleasure. The steady flicking at Julie's clitoris began to send staccato jabs of lust throughout her body, and her formerly wild thrashing became more subdued, tapering off to a slower kind of unconscious undulation. The lascivious act to which she had become an unwilling party brought tears of shame to her eyes. She felt that her own body had begun to betray her and this last indignity was proof of the fact. She was utterly helpless, a slave to her own lewd feelings… feelings that were growing stronger with every second.
Don began to move his hands over Julie's stretched out body, making small circles of fire around the twin peaks of her nipples, forcing them into stiffness, and then returning to the lower depths where he once more let his fingers dwell in the open slit of Julie's young, exposed pussy.
Oh God! she thought. Why did this ever have to happen… Why did I have to come over to his place! Why did Roy have to make love to that girl!
But she couldn't think about these questions very long, as she was fighting a losing battle with her pride, and with what she had once thought of as her loyalty.
Her blonde hair tickled the mattress as she tossed her head from side to side, gritting her teeth tightly together in an attempt to quell the obscene flame of passion that was overtaking her.
Faithless whore! She, Julie, was unloyal! But the voice of Ertha spoke inside her again, saying, "So what? If he goes out to get, so can you!" and with this thought the last barrier was broken and a flood of ever-growing passion was released, sending helpless spasms rushing through every inch of Julie's martyred flesh; prickly pins and needles rampaged throughout her overwrought system, and she was squealing like a tiny stuck pig.
"No! I shouldn't be doing this!" But she realized, even as she said it, that she was completely out of control now and there was nothing more to do but give in to it completely.
"Ohhhhh… God!" she screamed waggling her voluptuous body shamelessly and clawing the air, searching for something to grab on to.
Don knew the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
"Hot damn!" he said under his breath, and then out loud, "Do you want to be fucked?" He grinned confidently.
"Nooooo!" Julie cried, but Don increased the pressure on her burning pussy, now shoving three fingers high up into the smoldering sheath of her vagina, causing a deliciously piercing pleasure that shattered the last bit of reserve that lurked in the confines of Julie's hopelessly aroused cunt.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me please, please!" she screamed, thrusting her hips up to meet the scrounging fingers that rammed into her open flesh.
The words echoed dimly in her mind, obscene words that she seemed to have uttered before in a dream.
"Oh, God, Don, fuck me, fuck me!" she yelled.
Don enjoyed watching this timid girl who had slapped him. Man, no woman had done that for a while; at least she had spunk. He grinned as her aroused body went through wild, frenzied contortions, straining up in the agony of her frustration as she sought complete and total satisfaction from him.
"Hey, this is okay," he said, mostly to himself, readying his big throbbing cock with one hand and aiming it directly at the streaming young cunt that squirmed hotly down between the thighs before him. It was going to feel mighty good spearing that hot little cunt of hers with his big hard prick, spearing it and then shooting big loads of sperm deep into her soft, smooth belly!
Somewhere in the foggy distance a fog horn blew, and Julie raised her head off the mattress feeling a cold chill waft over her naked body. Don let out a long sigh and, slithering down on the mattress, he let his rough tongue follow the soft contours of Julie's panting body. It caressed the hillocks and valleys of her tummy, paving pathways to the intersection of her thighs, paying final homage to the pulsating bud of her clitoris. The satiated blonde felt goosebumps rise on her flesh. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy.
Maybe this was a man she could love, her love-starved mind said. For despite the fact that she had known this man for only a few hours, she had reached heights of ego-fulfillment that Roy had long denied her of.
So, when he raised his head and smiled into her blue eyes, it was in expectation of better things to come. But Don, in the after moments of orgasm, had given some cool thinking to the situation. Sure, Julie was a darned nice chick… one of the more personable he'd met in North Beach… but Dora still hung in his mind. It wouldn't hurt to ask. Who could tell these days, just by looking, what anyone's sexual preferences were. The question wasn't meant to shock; in fact, it was considered a compliment, for Dora's tastes were not easily compromised.
"Julie?" Don gave a navel a bathing swirl with his teasing tongue. "Julie, honey, that was wonderful." He kissed her appendix's scar. "You a swinger?"
"Huh?" She raised her head, a bewildered look in her eye making his eyebrows raise.