Julie jerked and tried to get away, but Ertha held her back, fairly grunting out to her.
"Okay. Cut the act. You know you've been dying to get anything you could up your twat for the last couple months. Well… this is not going to be a prick, but knowing you, you'll like it just as well."
Julie's soft pink slit gleamed with moisture that was clearly visible across the room as she lay frightened out of her wits, more naked than she had ever been, more degraded than anyone had ever been in the history of the world. She knew that Roy was looking directly into her burning cunt, the same orifice that had shamed him so thoroughly. God, she had been sinful! And now she had no choice but to submit to the vile, filthy touches of the woman who had taken her in. She hated herself for putting Ertha in that situation.
"Aaaahhh!" she cried out as Ertha's hand suddenly made wet contact with her pussy lips. The slender fingers thrust tip first one knuckle, then two, up into the tender flesh of her cunt.
"She'll go wild in a minute, Roy," Ertha said, beginning to grow more courageous.
This was turning out to be a job just like any other… and she could handle it, she figured. She could handle it very well!
"Don't talk so much. Pay attention to what you're doing!" Roy replied, shifting uneasily in his chair. He thought he would be able to watch this without emotion but maybe he couldn't after all. Yet he remained in his seat.
With expertise which came from handling her own private parts so often, Ertha began to smooth her fingers up and back, round and round in the warm wet recesses of Julie's cunt, while her other hand tucked under her buttocks, pulling Julie's loins forward to meet her searching hand. Her large, milk-white breasts swung down as she moved over Julie and their nipples grazed the soft flesh of Julie's thighs.
"Unnnnnnnnnn!" Julie called out and then, "Unnnnnngh!" again, as the steady sawing motion of Ertha's fingers began to elicit a moist reaction. The scraping against her streaming cuntal walls, the pounding against her cervix… she couldn't hold up under it! Like a woman being pulled into the ocean by a strong undertow, she screamed: "Oh, help me! God, help me!" and then she started an obscene screwing upwards of her buttocks, wriggling her crotch, legs flailing, arms awry.
"I told you she'd open up!" Ertha cried, trying to keep up with the bucking feminine body beneath her.
"Good Lord!" Roy muttered to himself. He'd never seen anything like it!
Julie made one last effort to control herself, but it was no good. The very hideousness of her predicament was now working against her. Her pussy had that old tingling, that old need for satisfaction. Her longing knew no shame as she moaned her lust loud and clear.
Then Ertha bent over her, lowering her entire body onto Julie, squashing her big tits against Julie's, squirming her well-stacked hips against Julie's, belly to belly, while her hand ground on in the quivering fleece-lined lips of Julie's pussy. It had been a while now since Ertha had last made it with a woman, and it had been too long.
"Go with it, Julie. Go with it, honey… It'll be okay. Let yourself go and cum…" Ertha hoarsely rasped, growing more and more excited.
And indeed, it did feet like a man's prick shoving high into her burning cunt. To Julie it suddenly became every man she had ever slept with, from her husband Roy on down to the lowest crumb in a dirty hotel… and yet it was more than that… it was… a woman's body… Ertha's body…!
Julie was really lost now to the world, to Roy and to herself. She had to attain the incredible heights that reached down to her now… the unbelievable fucking was drawing all the juices out of her and she was climbing, climbing, cumming, cumming, hips working, arms working, eyes rolling, crotch pressed to Ertha's crotch, pussy shattering. "Oooo! Oooooo!" The bliss flowed in her and around her, spreading its relief through her sweat soaked body as she choked out her ecstasy in a mind-blowing earth-shaking orgasm.
Roy watched the lewd sight with his eyes almost bulging out of his head. In all his life he'd never seen a woman cum like that. And she had been with another woman! A strange fury of another kind began to invade him, adding to the anger he had already felt. His big cock had been in full erection for a long time now, and he could feel it swelling to even greater proportions as he stood up, staring down at the final spasms of his girl friend and the whore who was fucking her. He could see the fluids seeping from both their cunts as he peered between their entangled legs.
Reaching down, he grabbed Ertha by the shoulder and pulled her off of Julie. Her face red with emotion, hair stringy and hanging in her eyes from the workout she'd been through, Ertha stood glaring at Roy. His hand pointed toward the door. "Get out!" he said quietly.
Ertha moved quickly toward the door, wondering if she should call the police or call Joshua. She had no idea what Roy would do to her best friend Julie now.
Roy looked down at Julie. She was lying face down on the bed now, sobbing into the pillow. Roy knew what he was going to do and he knew what it meant. But so far as he was concerned he had no choice at that point. It was all a part of something that had started a long time ago. He quietly got out of his clothes and then looking down at Julie again, his big cock sticking out fiercely from his pubic hair, his brawny chest covered with the same dark masses of curls. Julie looked up at him.
It seemed that his face got closer and closer to hers, his eyes burning into hers, and then his big thick rock hard cock was worming its way into her moist, waiting cunt, poking furiously then, without resistance, sinking in. He was holding both her arms down on either side of the bed and this he intended for his beautiful Julie… to feel his cock. She was fighting him, but he held her hard, forcing her legs apart with his own legs. She squirmed vainly as his cock penetrated her tight cunt. He grinned down at her savagely as it sunk in to the hilt, his balls slapping hard into the open crevice of her upturned ass and her groans like music to his ears. Her silken pussy covering up the tough sheath of his prick like some fine moistened material, fitting snugly against it, tightening around it. He began to move hard and fast, scrambling down on to her letting her feel all the strength of his hips and thighs. He could feel the rawness of her pussy slipping all around his hot bursting cock. He fucked her with all his might, wanting to hurt her, to humiliate her as she had him. He stroked her hard with each forward blow into her cervix, hearing her cry out in shameful ecstasy, moaning and staring grassy-eyed up at him.
He wanted to kill her with his cock, wanted to hurt her, humiliate her, and shame her forever and, in that instant, when Julie began to return his thrusts, he realized the meaning of insanity. He hedged on the thin red line; wanting to love her, yet at the same time, kill her.
His tempo built as wet smacking noises resounded through the room and he lunged at her cruelly until their bodies were gyrating wildly and uncontrollably on the bed. Julie's ass rotated against Roy's groin as blindly she squirmed and jerked, spewing out orgasmic fluids all around his raging cock every few seconds.
"Oh, OH, oh, yessssss! Oh, Royyy! Fuck meee!" she cried out. "Oh, baby, love me! Oh, God, Roy, I love YOU."
Roy stared down at her and stopped for a second. "What? Did you say you loved me? But how?"
"Oh, don't stop, Roy. Fuck me… fuck me… oh, Roy. There's never been anyone else but you. Pleeeeeease!"
Roy stared down at Julie. She wasn't a whore anymore, she was Julie. His Julie. The Julie he'd loved for two years and thrown away for a cheap night's stand that only gave him VD. Tears came to his eyes. He clutched her tightly. "Oh, Jesus, Julie. Oh, God, Julie," he whimpered. "Baby, I love you. Oh, honey, let's cum… cum together…"