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Julie's Awakening

By: mildhot



Proofreader's Note: English is not mildhot's first language. Be patient and enjoy.

Author's note: Thank you patientlee for your patience and effort. 

Julie had just turned eighteen. She was over six feet tall with short, black hair. She had big, brown eyes and perfect, chiseled features. She had beautiful, 36 C-sized breasts and an athletic body with long, brown legs.

She was beautiful and she knew it, but she hated the attention her beauty drew. She always wore boyish, baggy jeans with a T-shirt, and she usually covered her short haircut with a baseball cap.

Her mother, who had pressured her into participating in beauty contests when she was young, hated the way she hid her beauty, but Julie didn't care. She just wanted to finish school then go to any university to get a degree in anything.

Even this holiday was not her idea of fun because she could not hide her body on the beach. Her usual beach wear was denim shorts and a wetsuit-type top. She didn't realize it, but trying to look less sexy actually had the opposite effect. Her long legs were always tanned as she loved going on long hikes on her own. The denim shorts accented her long legs and tight butt. The wetsuit showed off her full boobs, and when it got wet, her long nipples poked through the fabric.

She noticed the guy on the beach as he was a bit overdressed. He had on long pants that he had turned up to walk on the sand. He was wearing a dress shirt and big modern sun glasses.

She felt his eyes on her butt, but she ignored him like all the others. She went for a swim, and walked out of the water to her towel. He looked on as two college guys tried to chat her up with a lame excuse. She dismissed them, not being too friendly.

"Stuck up bitch," she heard when they walked away.

It didn't even bug her, as she was in her own little world. It wasn't as if she didn't have any sexual feelings, but for the time being she was very happy with her little toys that she always carried with her. She enjoyed playing with herself and she realized long ago that she was multi-orgasmic. She came every private chance she got, but it was only her toys with no other fantasies. She got rid of her hymen a long time ago with one of her bigger toys.

She had kissed boys before, but it irritated her. She once had a heavy petting session with one of her father's friends, in which she almost went all the way, but after he came in her mouth he couldn't get it up again.

That was the last of her experiences with men, and she didn't even think about a repeat performance.

She still felt the stranger's eyes on her as she took a novel from her bag. It was late afternoon and she caught the last sun while reading her book.

"What the fuck?" she grumbled to herself when she felt a shadow over her.

She shaded her eyes with her hand while she looked up with an irritated look on her face.

It was the stranger, smiling down at her with his perfect white teeth. He didn't say anything, and just kept on smiling. She couldn't help but notice his deep blue eyes. It was a strange combination with his dark hair and complexion.

"What?" she barked, very irritated at the disturbance.

He was tall, dark and very handsome. She almost laughed at her random first impression. He had those boyish good looks that made it difficult to determine his age. She guessed that he was in his early to mid-thirties.

"Hi there," he said and she was surprised at his deep voice.

"Can I help you?" she answered, just wanting the guy to disappear.

He didn't answer but just sat down next to her. She sat up looking at the uninvited guest.

"I am kind of busy, what do you want?" she spat at him.

He just sat there, staring over the ocean. She looked up and thought about what a beautiful sight it was with the sun setting over the horizon. She decided that she had had enough.

"Please go away," she said, standing up and gathering her things.

He stood up and offered her his hand.

"Mike Jones," he said taking her hand in his.

His hands were warm and soft. She looked at his well-manicured fingernails and then she smelled him. It was a delicate, manly smell. His aftershave was not over powering, but just right.

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her hand out of his. She turned around to leave, thinking that he was going to stop her, but he didn't. 

She felt his eyes on her as she walked away. She was irritated, but she also felt strangely good.

She walked to the parking lot and looked back at the beach. She saw him sitting there, staring at the ocean. It was getting dark, and she saw the glow of a cigarette, or maybe a cigar.

"Who cares?" she thought as she sped away in her car. She enjoyed speed and although the car was an old buggy, she got the most out of it. She was an aggressive driver, and she felt like she owned the road. 

She drove fast, weaving through the traffic, annoyed at the slow pace of the holiday-goers.

Her family's beach house was on a long, private stretch of beach. She never thought about it, but her parents must be quite well off. They owned a few properties, and even though they only used it once or twice a year, this house had a year-round, full-time staff.

She parked the buggy in front, knowing that it would irritate her fastidious father. Order in his household and order in his life were of utmost importance to him. He was some kind of big shot at the stock market, but all his talk about buy-outs and take-overs went in one ear and out the other.

She walked through the large house, dropping her bag in the kitchen. She saw her mom and dad on the pool deck. She knew that they expected her to greet them when she got home, so she decided to ignore them and went straight up to her room. 

She took her clothes off when she walked into the room. She nonchalantly unzipped first her top, then her denims, peeling them off and dropping them on the floor.

She first got her little, waterproof dildo and then walked into her large shower. She put the dildo on the rack and turned the shower on full-blast with cold water. She lathered her hair with shampoo and then started washing the salt off her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of her body, but most of all, she enjoyed the feeling of her full breasts and her tight butt. 

She cupped her breasts, feeling their weight. She slowly stroked her sensitive nipples, feeling herself become wet. She took the little, one-inch vibrator, and turned the switch to its highest setting. She went directly for her clit. The vibrating sensation brought her to a quick orgasm. She kept it there and within seconds, she had another. Then it happened.

She suddenly saw Mike's smiling face in front of her, as if he were watching her. He had a knowing smile, and she imagined his soft hands stroking her, taking the place of the dildo.

She tried to shrug the image off, but she began imagining what he looked like first without his shirt, then without his trousers.

She imagined his fingers on her clit and his mouth on her long, erect nipples. She came for the third time within minutes and fell back on the bench in the shower, waiting for the cold water to cool her down.

At last she got out of the shower feeling refreshed and alive. She walked naked through her room with her hair still wet. 

Her usual attire at night was shorts and a T-shirt, but tonight she decided to wear a dress that her mother had bought for her. It was white, long and flowing. She wore no panties but she had to put on a padded bra to hide her aroused nipples. She even touched her lips with light pink lipstick.

She very seldom wore perfume, but she decided to spray on another gift from her mom. She felt sexy, and she knew she looked it while she walked down the stairs.

She could hear chatting in the den and moved towards it. Her father was wearing slacks and a white button-down shirt, and she thought for a moment that he looked quite good for an old man.

Her mother was wearing some designer suit with her hair and makeup as immaculate as always.

There was a woman sitting next to her mom, and she looked exotic with long, dark hair and a South American complexion. She was wearing a long, floral dress with a low neckline showing off her perfect breasts.

Her father smiled at her, and she thought, "He looks so relaxed."

"Hallo love," he greeted her.

"Please come and meet Sophia Jones," he said, steering her to the exotic woman.

Sophia smiled as she took her hand in both of hers. "So pleased to meet you. I must say that you are even more beautiful than your mother described," Sophia smiled.

Even her voice was exotic, with a faint accent that made it very sexy.

Julie smiled at her mom's peculiar look and kissed her dad on his cheek. 

"Hallo mother," she said without looking at her.

It was only then that she realized that there was someone else in the room. He was at the mini-bar, pouring a drink. He turned, and the first thing she noticed was his blue, penetrating eyes.

"Oh yes, meet Sophia's husband, Mike Jones," her father said.

Mike took her hand in his, smiling at her as if he knew that she just came fantasizing about him. "Very pleased to see you again, and I have to say my wife's words didn't describe your beauty enough." 

Her parents looked at her questionably. Mike helped by mentioning their brief meeting on the beach.

She again smelled him, but this time he had the fresh scent of a person that just came out a shower. She couldn't help but think back to what she had just done in the shower while thinking about him.

Her usually confident dad was falling all over himself sucking up to this man. He kept on complimenting Mike, and she began to feel a fair amount of apprehension towards him. He was so confident in everything he did, and he went along, talking with the other adults, seeming not even to notice Julie.

For the first time in her life she felt like she wanted to be noticed. She wanted him to look at her, to acknowledge her like he did on the beach, even to flirt with her a little.

He did engage her in the conversation, however. Whenever she made a point, he listened. He asked her point of view on all matters. When he spoke to her he looked at her with his penetrating eyes, but his eyes never went down to her beautiful body. Mike made her feel like an equal. Although she appreciated that, she also wanted more. She wanted this man to see her as a woman.

It didn't help that he was obviously in love with his wife. He didn't miss a chance to steal a kiss or even just to rub her shoulder.

Her mom was flirting outrageously with Mike. Every time she spoke to him, she leaned in to touch his arm or knee.

Mike took it all in his stride, keeping direct eye contact and smiling warmly. His air of confidence told Julie that he was accustomed to this kind of attention.

Sophia included Julie in the discussion as well by asking her opinion and giving her a chance to talk about the things that were important to her. The extra attention from Sophia made her feel grown up and special.

Her dad was constantly mixing margaritas that evening, and he even allowed Julie to have a few. She could feel herself getting light-headed, and she was enjoying the way that Sophia made her feel like an adult.

It was late when the last plate was removed by the servants, and she could hear her mom slurring a good night.

Julie was still chatting to Sophia when she felt Mike's eyes on her. She hadn't realized it, but her dad had retired for the evening, leaving her with these two beautiful people.

She looked up, and for the first time in her life, she felt herself getting wet from a man's stare. 

They started saying their goodnights, but she didn't want them to go. Sophia hugged her then kissed her gently on the lips.

"How soft her lips are," July thought.

Julie had never thought about kissing a woman until that moment. She kissed her back and felt deprived when Sophia pulled away. She reached out to shake Mike's hand, again noting the softness of his skin. He pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheek.

"His smell is making me crazy, "she thought.

On the way out the door, Sophia turned around and said, "We are going to a private beach tomorrow, please come with?"

She immediately said yes, looking forward to seeing them again. 

"We will pick you up at ten o'clock," Sophia smiled at her.

Julie couldn't wait to get up to her room. She ripped off her clothes, and left them scattered on the floor. She was already wet, so she took out one of her big dildos. While still standing, she forced the dildo into her wet pussy.

She came immediately, but kept fucking herself until she came again with the images of Sophia and Mike in her mind. She even came in her sleep, dreaming of these two hot people.

Julie woke up early the next morning, immediately thinking about what to wear. This again was a first for her as she never worried about things like that.

She decided to go shopping. She had enough time before they arrived. She hit the road and stopped at the first swim shop. She grabbed a bikini from the rack. She chose it more for the colour than the style. It was a deep, white colour that she knew would look good with her brown tan. She grabbed a richly coloured sarong from the rack, paid and hurried home.

She saw their car outside when she got home.

"Hi there, beautiful," Mike greeted her. He opened the car door, and she was very aware of his presence. Sophia smiled a greeting from the front seat. Her deep, brown eyes held Julie's for a moment before she turned around. Julie could see the swell of her olive- skinned breasts above her light brown bikini top. She blushed when she thought about her fantasies the previous night.

Julie couldn't see much else after Mike took the wheel. He drove with the same confidence that Julie had noticed the previous night, with clear direction and a devil my care attitude. Julie smiled as she saw his irritation with the slow, holiday traffic, but she couldn't keep her eyes off the gentle sway of Sophia's breasts.

They chatted like old friends while they drove down the coast until they reached a small parking area with a well-dressed guard at the gate. He waved them in without stopping them. Julie immediately noticed that all of the cars looked expensive and that the people she could see were all beautiful.

They walked down a paved path slightly hidden away by the brush. Julie's first glimpse of the beach took her breath away. It was a beautiful sight, a small stretch of white sand flanked by high rocks. The beach was located in a cove, with very small swells gently lapping at the shore. When Julie took her eyes from the scenery and finally took notice of the people there, she was shocked. Some of the men and woman were totally naked. Others were in various stages of undress. The bathers were of all ages. Some looked barely out of their teens with perky breasts and smooth skin, others had obviously seen more summers in the sun with their silvery hair and finely lined faces. They were all beautiful.

As Mike led them down the beach to the closest rocks, people greeted them without anyone looking even a bit self-conscious. Julie was walking behind Sophia. Even with all the naked flesh around her, she couldn't keep her eyes from Sophia's gently swaying, full hips which were tightly covered by a sarong.

Mike stopped at the rocks, choosing an even piece of sand between the rocks, almost private from the other bathers. He dropped his towel as the women caught up to him.

He smiled at Julie, and she noticed that he didn't even have to speak to her to make her feel comfortable. He took his shirt off but left his trunks on. His muscles were well-defined, but not overly bulky. His flat abs and broad shoulders were tanned a deep brown colour that she could see was from the natural sun.

He sat down, looking out at the surf with a slight smile on his lips. Sophia removed the sarong, and Julie could see the length of her legs for the first time. She had long, muscular legs moving up to her full, womanly hips.

"You don't mind, do you?" Sophia asked while loosening her top. She smiled as she held the top against her full breasts and looked at Julie. 

"No," Julie answered with a head shake. Her mouth was too dry to speak. Sophia held eye contact with Julie while she exposed her breasts. They looked huge with almost no sag and were topped by the most beautiful, big, round nipples. Julie knew that she was staring, but she couldn't help herself. She blushed when she realized that she was slightly licking her lips.

"Oh, my God, I hope they don't expect me to get undressed?" she thought. 

She showed Sophia her shopping bag, and in a croaking voice she said, "I didn't have time to put on my suit, and I don't see any dressing huts."

"Not to worry," Sophia said, beckoning her to follow. She walked up further through the rocks until she reached a natural enclosure. She stood back for Julie to enter. Julie looked at her, expecting her to leave, but she just stood there smiling at her. Sophia finally felt her unease, and she turned around and walked away, the smile never leaving her face.

Julie looked around and after making sure that no one could see her, she pulled her shirt off and quickly removed her bra. She was now wearing only shorts, which made her feel very exposed but also very sexy. She cupped her breasts and looked down at them, comparing them to Sophia's. When she saw her erect nipples, she thought that her breasts were as beautiful as Sophia's were. She removed her purchases from the shopping bag and covered her breasts with the top.

"Oh shit!" she said aloud. The bikini was marked incorrectly and was about two sizes too small. She adjusted the straps, hoping for the best, but she almost cried when she looked down at the two triangles that covered not-much-more than her nipples. She grabbed the bottoms, pulling them up after removing her shorts. It was not a thong, but her ass cheeks were not even fully covered. She adjusted the front, only partly succeeding in covering her pussy lips. At least she couldn't see any hair sticking out.

"No way I am going back like this." She thought. She could feel the hopeless tears welling up and she bit her lip to stop her from making a total fool of herself. 

"Are you alright, baby?" She heard Sophia behind her. She turned around looking towards Sophia, and suddenly, she couldn't help it anymore. She burst out crying, trying to explain the small suit. Sophia took her in her arms, holding her against her naked breast, soothing her by stroking her back.

"Don't worry. Todo pasará bien. Everything will be all right," she said while holding the sobbing teenager tightly to her. The soothing Spanish words calmed Julie, and she became aware that the exotic woman was holding her. She stopped crying and looked at her. Sophia kissed her lightly on her eyelids, still holding her and gently stroking her back. Julie backed away shyly, feeling better but still self-conscious.

"Julie, baby, this is a nude beach. You are overly dressed here. You have such a beautiful body, it's almost a shame to keep it covered," she said while picking up the sarong that Julie had bought. She draped it over Julie's body. It was sheer, but at least her near-nakedness wasn't as obvious. Sophia wiped her tears away and bent down again to search her handbag for lipstick.

"I which I could walk around with only my lips done," Sophia said while holding Julie's chin in her hand and applying the light pink lipstick. Julie looked at her quizzically, thinking that she couldn't see a trace of make up on her beautiful face. Sophia stood back, looking at her handiwork.

"Beautiful. Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm alright," Julie said in a quiet voice. She lifted her head when Sophia took her hand, leading her back to the beach. Mike wasn't there when they sat down. Julie kept on pulling on her sarong to cover herself the best she could. Sophia chatted away, ignoring her discomfort. 


Julie's Awakening: Good Girl No Longe?



It was another late night in a job that was becoming increasingly meaningless. Julie found herself caring less and less about if the clients were happy, if the products got to the store on-time. But having been a good girl all her life, she knew she would never let them down. She would work late, would do whatever it took. But still she wondered, "When do I get to be happy?" 

The job, the stress, and her unhappiness were sabotaging her love life. Too many late nights and dinners apart, she often found her husband asleep in front of the TV when she finally got home. Even if she weren't exhausted, even if she knew she could still feel that spark, sex with her husband had, somewhere along the line, become perfunctory. Part of it was her own fault, her inability to express her secret wishes and naughty desires. She couldn't imagine the look in his eyes if she told him what she really wanted, to be treated like a dirty whore. The few times she suggested naughty things, he was not only unresponsive but mildly shocked and somewhat annoyed. 

It was another drawback from her good girl personality, her eagerness to please and inability to make her own needs a priority. Although she knew Jim loved her very much, she sometimes felt like she somehow had him fooled. He fell in love with the perfect wife, the professional, who liked to cook him nice dinners and entertain their friends. There was no room in his perception of her for the nasty slut she craved to be. She knew he joked with his buddies about their promiscuous single friends. The guys even contemplated a pool: Who would be hottest in bed? But she knew that Jim felt those qualities were not appropriate for the woman that was his wife. She worried that if he knew her inner burning secret, he would be disgusted with her.

Because she wanted to be a whore. She craved it more than anything. She wanted to be used, to give up control completely and become a vessel of pleasure. And she wanted to do so for many men. She shocked even herself with the dark places her fantasies took her mind while Jim was dutifully making love to her. Thoughts of an assembly line of men, each taking from her what they wanted as they banged her, pounding one after the other into her juicy cunt. She could orgasm from Jim's gentle ministrations only as the wicked and twisted images echoed in her brain.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" she often wondered. "Where did this come from?" Yet sometimes, she argued with herself, asking what was so wrong with it? And even more scarily for Julie: Did she really love a man if she couldn't share her secret self with him? She felt she did love him but accepted that this was something she couldn't share. She often fantasized about having an affair, but she wasn't sure she had it in her.

Leaving the office around 9 pm, she was especially down tonight. She needed something, some bit of excitement, anything to break this monotonous routine. She had nothing to look forward to at home except Jim snoring on the couch, and maybe some popcorn for dinner, if she could even muster up the energy to nuke it.

Thinking of popcorn gave her an idea. She had always loved the movies, ever since her first job as a cashier when the local multiplex was first built. Something about the smells and the darkness and the memory of happy teenage groping, watching a film brought that all back to her. She had not gone to a movie alone in many years. "Why not?" she thought. There was a train every ½ hour home, Jim would never miss her, and she might actually be distracted from the stress for an hour or two. She could have her popcorn too.

She remembered seeing a small theater somewhere close to her office, just a few blocks away. It was a bit run down but she wasn't choosy. She figured it was a second-run house, but it had been so long since she'd seen a movie, she knew it wouldn't make a difference. After wandering around awhile she saw the rather dim marquee, bulbs out everywhere. There was only one film showing; the poster said "Babylon." She stepped to the ticket window and asked what kind of movie it was. The greasy cashier blinked, then leered at her. "It's an art film, honey, you'll love it, he said. She asked for one ticket and pushed her money through the window. He laughed and passed her a ticket and her change.

The lobby was empty and smelled musty. Not quite the sparkling new multiplex she had so many good memories in. But she kind of liked the shabby elegance; you could tell it must have originally been a beautiful cinema, many years earlier. Happily buying her small popcorn and soda, she was oblivious to the puzzled glances and sneering smiles of the workers as they wondered what she was doing there.

She pulled on the door, gold paint flaking as she swung it open and stepped through. The theater itself was especially dark, with most of the side lighting burned out or dim. She wasn't surprised to find only a few people in the theater, it was after all a Wednesday night. She was slightly amused to see they were all single theater-goers, like herself. She picked a seat in the back rows, far from anyone else. In fact all the patrons were spread out around the place. If the lighting had been even marginally better, she might have noticed that she was the only woman in the theater.

The movie started and she could tell by the quality that it was an older film. "I guess it is more art-house than second run," she mused. The screen showed a woman on a ship, in the sort of traveling suit one might find in the forties or fifties. The woman seemed to be the lone passenger, with the only other characters being the crewmen who worked the boat. She walked the deck with a superior attitude, distancing herself from the men who worked to provide her passage. Almost immediately Julie noticed the glances the men gave the woman, like they were starving and she was their next meal. 

The mood changed as the men nodded to each other and approached her, surrounding her. They put their hands on her quickly, two of them grabbing her arms and shoulders, restraining her while three others stood before her. The woman struggled, her eyes more defiant than afraid. Julie sat watching, shocked, as the men proceeded to rip off her clothes and fondle her roughly. As they pulled her, resisting, into the galley and laid her on the rough wood of the dining table, spreading her open for them like a feast. Julie's cheeks burned crimson as she realized too late what kind of a movie house she was in. Heart pounding in embarrassment, she started to gather her coat and purse to leave. But she quickly caught herself and stopped. No one here knew her. Maybe she could sit and watch a bit for a little excitement.

Already she noted the woman on the screen was moaning, writhing as many hands rubbed all over her body. No longer protesting, she was arching herself up against their caresses. When first one and then another man took the woman's breasts in their mouths, Julie was mesmerized. She forgot all about leaving. Her own nipples tightened painfully as she watched the men suck the woman's nipples, licking and biting them. When the first man put his face between the woman's legs, Julie gasped. The camera angle was close, very close, yet artistically done. The man was lapping and licking her cunt like a dog, his tongue long and relentless. Julie's own pussy dampened immediately as she watched him tongue the pink, creamy cunt. She was wholly absorbed in the images, the theater so very dark that she felt like she was alone. 

Indeed Julie forgot where she was, so immensely turned on as she was by the images. Mindlessly she reached her own hand up to her blouse, unbuttoning the top few buttons. She reached two fingers into her bra and began to rub her tight nipples. She pulled down the cup of her bra to let her full breast spill out, licked her fingers, and continued rubbing, harder now, and pinching. The cool air of the theater tightened her moist nipple even more. 

Suddenly two men were in front of Julie, reaching towards her breasts. She started, and pulled her shirt closed tightly, telling the men to get away from her. Puzzled, they moved away. Shocked and shamed, Julie grabbed her coat and purse from the seat next to her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and a whisper against her ear. "There are rules in here. Your open blouse and exposed flesh is an invitation," said a deep voice. Blushing furiously as she put on her coat, she stammered, "I didn't, I didn't mean, I don't, I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm leaving."

"I know," he said. She felt his hot breath in her ear as he whispered fiercely, "but I will see you when you come back. You will be back. And I shall find you here, my dirty slut." He let go of her shoulder.

She didn't even turn around to see who spoke to her, she couldn't even think with the woman's moans on screen turning to screams of pleasure. The sounds of wet flesh pounding together and the feeling of embarrassment made her run out of the theater.

The air felt freezing against her burning cheeks. She hailed a taxi to Grand Central to get away from the theater as fast as she could. As soon as she closed the taxi door she started to breathe easier. She reasoned with herself that she had just made a silly mistake, no harm done, she could laugh at herself. Her heart slowed down as the adrenaline started to ebb.

On the train home, further distanced from the experience, she allowed herself to think about it some more. To admit to herself how much she enjoyed watching the woman being taken roughly and pleasured by the brutish men. Her pussy moistened again as she thought about the two strangers who came to her, ready to do what exactly? What would have happened if she had let them touch her? This was a whole world she knew nothing about. She thought about the deep voice behind her and shivered. It was frightening, how sure he was, how possessive, and how he knew. How did he know her secret desire? She was even more intrigued than she was frightened. 

"Oh well Jules," she told herself, "you got your little bit of adventure. Now put it out of your mind and go back to your nice normal world." She wondered if she could actually get Jim to take care of her now-aching pussy when she got home. 

He was on the couch, watching some mindless talk show. She went straight over to him and leaned down, kissing his neck. "Hi baby," she purred. He mumbled "hey" and leaned around her so he could keep watching the TV. 

"Come on lover, it's not that late tonight, let's go to bed together." She decided to take a little chance, leaning over again, she looked straight into his eyes "Baby, I need you to fuck me hard."

"I don't know what the hell's gotten into you Julie," Jim huffed, "but I'm not some command performance boy toy for you, and I'm not into it. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Dejected, Julie nodded her head and turned away, tears starting to burn her eyes. "Okay. Goodnight Jim." She padded softly to the bedroom to get ready for bed, alone. Again. She stripped off her clothes and looked at herself objectively in the full length mirror. Feeling rejected by Jim, she wondered if he wasn't attracted to her anymore. She was the same Julie, still the same fuller figured woman with rounded hips, soft tummy, and full, firm breasts. 

He used to love her soft curves, rubbing his face all over her, kissing her tummy, thighs, and between. She sighed. She knew she still looked good. Her hair was sexy, curly, just a bit wild. She stared into her own intense hazel eyes, taking stock of herself, and liking what she saw. She sighed again and pulled on a soft cotton tank top and shorts. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got into bed.

The next couple of days, work kept her busy as usual, almost too busy to remember her bizarre experience on Wednesday night. Still, it crept into her thoughts as she waited on hold, or daydreamed on the train. Not only the thrill of her little adventure, but the bitterness of Jim's rejection. Again, she realized she had to take some of the blame. She hadn't exactly been around much lately. It was no wonder their intimacy was suffering. On Friday, she made up her mind to surprise him that night.

She actually took half an hour for lunch, ran out and bought a simple, beautiful bustier. It was cream colored satin with black lace overlay, and it zipped up the front. It pushed her already full breasts up even more, deliciously spilling over the top. She buttoned her blouse up demurely over it and then slid on the matching thong. She smiled as she thought of surprising Jim later, with the sexy lingerie hidden under her professional suit. 

She told her boss she had a dentist appointment she had forgotten about, so that she could leave early and get home right when Jim did. She planned the whole evening, how she would undress before him in the living room, and offer him a nice sensual massage. She realized how badly she wanted to kneel between his legs and suck him. It had been forever since she'd done that. She used to love it, crave it. She wondered when did they stop? She vowed to bring a little more excitement and romance back to their lives. This would be just the beginning. She was a bundle of anticipation as she finished her last few hours at work. 

She nearly ran home the final few blocks from the train station, excited to be with him. His car was in the driveway and she smiled. He would be so surprised to see her home this early. Would he be pleased? She hoped so, she really wanted to try to make their times together special again. She took a deep breath before opening the front door. She shook out her hair and smoothed her suit. Julie put on some red lipstick and smiled to herself. She decided to open the door softly and really make a surprise entrance.

At first, she couldn't process the sight before her as she quietly entered their living room. Her smile fell from her lips as her mouth opened in shock. Jim was naked, pounding away at a nude woman who was bent over the ottoman. "Yeah you fucking whore," he was yelling, "Take all this fucking cock you cunt." Julie, frozen in place, let out a little yelp of shock.

Both of the naked people looked up at her sharply. "Fucking shit!" shouted Jim. The woman, whom Julie now recognized as their friend Liz, was silent but had a satisfied and triumphant smirk on her lips. 

Stunned, Julie turned and ran out. She was still clutching her purse so she yanked out her car keys and ran for her car. She heard Jim yelling after her, "Goddammit Julie, wait a minute!" but she just got in her BMW and drove off. 

She drove around aimlessly for about an hour. Her cell phone buzzed over and over. She knew Jim was trying to reach her, but she couldn't talk to him. She stopped at a diner for some coffee, took out her phone, and dialed her voice mail. There were six messages from Jim. First, telling her to come home and talk to him. But as he called back again and again, he got more frustrated. He began yelling at her that it had nothing to do with her, she was his wife but he had other needs, she had to understand that. 

The last one told her she better get her fucking ass home now. Shocked, hurt, Julie felt like a fool. She should have realized. Isn't that what everyone always said? "I guess he found out which of our single friends is good in bed," she thought. She didn't know what hurt more, the fact that he had cheated on her, or that he was giving that bitch the kind of sex she herself craved and could never receive from him.

As she sat there sipping coffee, her hurt turned to anger. Fuck him for making her feel this way! She was sexy, smart, loving, funny. She wouldn't let him make her feel bad about herself. What guy wouldn't love to have a woman who could be both a lady and a whore? "He's a fool," she thought. "A goddamn fucking fool. He doesn't deserve me and he doesn't know me."

"Yeah right," she told herself. "He knows exactly what you'll do. Predictable little Julie. You'll stay mad for a few hours then go home and he'll feed you some bullshit and you'll accept it because you're the good girl, that's what's expected."

She sat there a little disgusted with herself and what her life had become. When did she become this weak? Where was the laughing confident person she used to be? She could either let herself be miserable or she could try to change things. She was always a logical girl and she thought objectively now. Ok, so her husband was fucking another woman. That was definitely bad. And he was fucking her good and hard. Also bad because it wasn't Julie he was doing that to. She was unsatisfied also, another bad thing. 

Well what was she going to do about it? Meekly run back home and hope he could explain away his hurtful actions? "I don't fucking think so," she told herself. Why not see this as an opportunity? Yes, she almost felt a sense of relief. Her perfect fucking life was shattering, and maybe it was about time she took some control. She quickly shot him a text message saying she wasn't coming home tonight and to stop calling her.

Before she even knew what she was doing, she had left a couple of dollars on the table for her coffee and ran out of the diner. She got into her car and headed to the highway. She loved this BMW. She had almost forgotten how much she loved to drive, loved the power and responsiveness of this machine. Taking the train every day, she almost never had this pleasure, the simple joy of driving a beautiful machine.

She was already at the toll booth before she admitted to herself exactly where she was going. That she was driving back to the city, and specifically to a run down little theater. She wasn't sure what she would do when she got there, would she invite others to touch her or just watch the end of the movie? What was it that fierce whisperer had said? That her open clothes were an invitation. "Well," she smirked, "at least tonight I'm dressed for the part, under this suit."

She parked her car at a garage and walked the few blocks to the theater. And promptly turned around when she got there, in a near panic, thinking she couldn't go through with it. Then she talked herself back into it, held her head high, and walked back to the window.

"One ticket please." She didn't even let the greasy ticket seller's knowing laugh bother her.

No popcorn tonight, she just bought a bottle of water and walked into the theater with more confidence than she really felt. Inside she was a bundle of nerves, but excited too. She looked around. Was one of these men the dark whisperer? She wished she had seen his face. 

She went back to the same row she had sat in two nights ago. The darkness was comforting. The few minutes before the show started gave her some time to compose herself and calm her breathing. She realized just how excited she was. She felt happy, and expectant, a little scared but more than a little thrilled. And she was wet. The tight bustier under her blouse felt heavenly, putting pressure on her tits as it pushed them up. Her little thong was drenched and she worried her juices might leak through her gray skirt, showing everyone just how horny she was.

The movie started and she realized she was looking forward to seeing the end of the story, what would happen to the woman trapped on the boat with the horny crewmen. She watched, mesmerized, as the woman was fucked over and over, writhing and moaning. The character was transformed from the highbrow superior bitch she seemed at first, to a raging horny fuck slut. 

Julie found it hard to keep her hands to herself as she watched the woman satisfy man after man, moaning in pleasure. She wanted to reach down and rub herself but she couldn't quite do it, couldn't take that last step, to open herself up to the nameless strangers in the theater. She didn't feel comfortable not knowing all the rules. So she sat there, her pussy throbbing and nipples painfully tight, unconsciously squirming in her seat to try to find some relief. 




Julie's Awakening: Good Girl No Longe?



Suddenly she felt that warm touch on her shoulder again, felt that warm breath near her ear.

"I knew you'd come back."

Julie tried to turn her head to look at him but he held her head still with his big hand at the base of her skull. "Not yet my little whore."

Even just that one phrase made Julie tremble. Instinctively he knew her inner desires. She knew she was going to have some crazy fun. It might only be one night, but she was going to take her pleasure, for once, and not worry about what anyone thought or what was right.

"Come upstairs, I have a private screening room. You will watch the movie from there. You will do as I say." Wordlessly, Julie nodded.

"Right behind you to the left is a brown door. Open it, and go upstairs. Go into the room at the top of the stairs, and wait for me. Face the glass and don't turn around when the door opens. Do you understand me, bitch?" Swallowing a tiny lump of anxiety, July again nodded. All at once he was gone, and she was hurrying upstairs to wait as he had directed.

She entered the room, noting the large glass window giving a view of the movie screen. The room had a table, few chairs and some couches. There was no one else in it. The sound from the film came through some hidden speakers. The moans reverberated throughout the room.

Trembling with excitement, she walked to the glass and put her hands against it. She could feel her juices gathering between her thighs, the tense anticipation fluttering deliciously throughout her body. She watched the woman take her pleasure on screen the whole time.

Within moments she heard the door open. She struggled not to turn her head, but she instinctively understood the game. He was in control, at least for now. For once she could just give up her will to someone else and simply follow orders.

Silently he walked over to her. She felt his breath on her neck and he pressed his body close behind her. He wrapped one hand through her silky hair as if unable to help himself. Julie smelled his scent, clean and masculine, adding to her already heightened sense of arousal. But she couldn't see him.

Slowly he slid his fingers through her hair, down to her neck. His calloused fingers felt so tender on her skin, they made her shiver. She longed to turn to him but she trusted him. His hand was so tender yet controlling at the same time. It was a heady mix. His scent enhanced her desire, ratcheting higher and higher. Roughly he pulled aside her curls and planted two, three small kisses on her neck. Julie gasped. "You like that, don't you bitch," he whispered. Wordlessly, she murmured her assent.

His hands moved to her shoulders and slip around to just brush her breasts over her blouse. She felt his fingers undoing her shirt buttons one by one. Her chest was nearly heaving with the anticipation of his hands on her body. He took her blouse off and caressed the swell of her breasts over the bustier. Rough again, he grabbed her breasts firmly in both hands and squeezed hard through the bustier. Her nipples were already tight and taut and aching for more touch, but he didn't linger. He pressed his mouth against her neck to remind her to stay still, as his hands gripped her full hips and pushed her closer to the glass. His body pressed her forward, pushed her breasts up to the glass. She felt his hard chest against her back, and the full thickness of his erection, rock hard behind her ass. He whispered for her to close her eyes, and once she did, he turned her head to the side, her warm cheek flush against the cold glass. 

He took her hands in his, raised them above her head and placed her palms down on the glass. He used one hand to pin her wrists there, effectively trapping her against the glass. She started to protest, to question, afraid at the vulnerable position, but he whispered in her ear, "Hush, my little slut, trust me, I know what you want and I am the only one who can give it to you." She knew it was true, and she was even more turned on by the mystery of it.

Still holding her hands, he forced his other hand to wander down leisurely, tracing her spine, down to her ass. He sank his teeth gently into her shoulder as his hand kneaded her ass. First one side, then the other, gripped and caressed through her skirt. 

Julie was pinned down, totally under this stranger's control but absolutely knowing it was what she wants. His hand massaged her and she moaned, her breath fogged the window as she breathed deeply. All around her, the sexy sounds of the movie filled her ears. 

Teasing and caressing, his touch became firmer and harder, clenching her ass in his big hands as he held her still, wrists trapped, and nuzzled her neck. The he slipped his other hand under her skirt, pushing her legs apart roughly. She obeyed completely.

"My little fuck slut, I know what you want, what you need. You are so hot, you little bitch. Your cunt is dripping everywhere. Your tight, wet, creamy cunt is mine." Julie just whimpered, lost in his control, dying for him to continue.

Finally he slipped his warm fingers between her legs. He yanked her thong tightly so that the string was jammed deeply between her ass cheeks. He stroked his fingers under the thong and started rubbing her, using her juicy wetness to slide smoothly up and down, between her slick lips and up to her throbbing, hard clit. He held her firmly so she still couldn't look at him. She was responding wildly under his body, writhing, wanting, trying to move against his hand but his body pinned her so she could just barely move her hips. 

Julie moaned louder now, opening her mouth and crying out with need. He is stroking her so surely, perfectly rubbing her clit, harder and harder. "Cum for me, pretty bitch. Do it, now," he commanded. She is too wet and too eager not to obey, she can't believe how fucking good this is. Then she screamed and bucked between his body and the glass, her pussy clenching and tightening around his fingers. Her body shuddered with the intensity of the release. She could barely stand, his body and his hand holding her wrists were all that was keeping her upright.

He leaned closer and rubbed his hard cock against her full ass, grinding against her. "Good, bitch, good. You are a tight little fuck slut. I had to get you primed for this cock."

Julie wondered only for a few seconds what she will do, if she can actually fuck this stranger. Getting rubbed off is one thing, but she still has some of that good girl caution in her. The stranger seems to sense this and whispers again. "That wasn't a question. I am going to fuck you. Fuck you good and hard just like you need it. I know what you want."

He released her hands and took a step back. Panting against the glass, she started to turn but before she could he dropped to his knees and he placed a big hand on each side of her ass, pushing her pack to the glass. He then moved them lower between her thighs and spread them further apart. Turning her head, she can just glimpse the top of his head as he thrust his face up between her thighs. Thick dark curls falling over a strong forehead. She gasped as she felt his tongue plunge into her pussy from behind.

She was still vibrating from her orgasm and the tongue fucking her cunt was exhilarating. He dipped it deeper and deeper to suck out all her creamy cum juice. The feeling was what she needed to totally let go of all reason questioning what she "should" do. With a great sigh she gave herself over to the pleasure, and the experience, with no regrets. At long last she became, for a short while at least, simply a sexual creature. 

He stood up and grasped her shoulders, finally turning her around to face him. She finds herself gazing up into the most intense dark brown eyes she has ever seen. They are mesmerizing, and serious, until the light of laughter touches them and he grins down at her. She takes in the strong lines of his face, the dark shadow of his stubble. He is handsome in a messy kind of way. She smiles back. 

He slowly grips the back of her neck, holding her head as he leans in and kisses her mouth hungrily. She registers her own taste in her mouth as he thrusts his tongue in. He keeps his mouth on hers, devouring her, as he places one arm around her to steer her towards the sofa. Her hands run to the buttons on his crisp white shirt, opening them blindly as they kiss. Then she is running her hands over his chest, through the soft hair on his body, down his abdomen to his belt, frantically tugging at it. He breaks away to undo the belt and jeans himself as she watches. Then he is naked before her, his body solid and male in a real, natural way. His erection is long and thick and rock hard. She didn't think she could get any wetter but she feels like her cunt is melting as she anticipates that thickness inside her. 

Carefully, gently, he unbuttons her skirt and pulls it down. Looks at her full womanly body with appreciation. She shivers under his gaze, feels the strength of his desire for her. Slowly he reaches into the top of her bustier and pulls up first one breast, then the other. Not fully out of the bustier, just enough so that her rigid nipples are above the garment. He leans in to take one in his mouth, sucking it hard. 

"Oh, nice," Julie throws her head back. He puts her hand around his firm shoulder to steady herself. Still sucking her tight nipple, he reaches down to her thong and tugs it to her knees. She steps out of it. He reaches between her legs, knowing she is dripping but wanting to test that she is ready for him. He pulls his damp hand away and roughly turns her to face the sofa, pushing her to her knees on the cushions, legs spread. 

He doesn't give her time to think before he plunges into her hot pussy, deep inside with the first stroke. And just holds it there, fully inside her, not moving. She is constantly off guard by his tenderness one moment, rough control the next. He leans in and whispers "Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"Please," whimpers Julie. "Please." She tries to move but he grabs her hips and steadies her.

"Tell me, whore," he said.

"Please fuck me," she groaned. "Please fuck me hard."

"Greg," he demanded. "Say my name."

"Fuck me Greg," she screamed. "Now!"

Greg smiled. He knew he was right about her but needed to hear her say it. It is all the answer he needs and he begins moving in and out of her tight cunt in a slow rhythm, her hot, wet walls grabbing all around him.

"You tight fucking cunt," he uttered. "I will make you stretch honey."

"Yes Greg, fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me."

She's like an animal, now that she has let herself free she is finally getting to be what she wants. She's pushing back against him to force him deeper inside her.

"You want it harder baby?" he asks, ramming her deep on the last word. He keeps ramming her hard, her hands splayed out on the wall behind the sofa to brace herself. 

"Yes!" is her cry in response.

A little part of Julie's mind knows that she is going to be sore from this, that her pussy has not been used this way in so long if ever at all. But she doesn't care about that. She doesn't care about anything but the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. Stretching her cunt around him as he buries himself deep.

He fists his hand in her soft curls and pulls her head back roughly, using her hair to hold her steady as he pounds into her. His balls are slapping against her slit and his other hand digs into her hips as they gyrate wildly.

He feels her already tight cunt growing impossibly tighter around him. Greg keeps his pace and rhythm as she builds, tensing around his cock. Every stroke makes his cock throb and pulse.

"Oh Greg. Oh fuck yes, yes!" Her body is trembling again, shaking as the first waves hit her, forcing her pussy to clench around him.

"Fuck, bitch," he clenches his teeth, it is all he can do not to blow right then as soon as she starts clamping him with her tight wet walls. Her hair pulls tightly in his fist as her body convulses. He feels her hot cunt contract around him, over and over, holds his rhythm steady until he feels her peak over and over and start to shudder softly. When he is sure she is nearly done he finally lets himself go with a scream, burying his cock deep into her, and spurting a huge load of cum. 

He holds her to him a few moments before pulling out, scooping her into his arms and settling against the couch. He cradles her softly to him, her hair spilling out over his shoulders and chest, sticking to the sweat on both of their bodies. Her chest is heaving, those beautiful tits spilling over the bustier and shaking with each shuddering breath.

"Tell me your name, fuck slut."

"It's Julie," she breathes out.

"You're a good fuck slut Julie" he whispers against the back of her head. He stretches his hand out and grabs a bottle of water from the nearby table. Greg opens it and holds it to her lips. She sips weakly and then he takes a deep drink himself.

He lets his hands roam over her slack body. He caresses her soft breasts, marveling at how big they are, pushed up from her bustier. Her nipples are a tad softer now but already tingling again under his fingers.

He slides down to her tummy and cups his hand around it. It is as if he is mesmerized by her body. Then he slips his hand down again to her damp pussy.

"No" she murmurs a protest, knowing she is too sensitive to be touched yet, but he whispers again "Hush." Greg doesn't touch her clit, instead he finds the spot where his cum and her juices are pooling at the base of her cunt. He dips his fingers into the pool and rubs it lower, spreading the creamy cum juice down to her asshole. He paints the whole slit from her cunt down to her ass with the juice and dips his finger into her tight asshole over and over, ensuring it is wet.

Julie is shocked to hear the door open and jumps in his arms. Two men walk through the door and close it. One is darker skinned, a Hispanic maybe, and slight. The other is a tall white guy, built like a truck. Julie tries to struggle, but Greg is strong and holds her tight to him. Her arms are immobile and she can't move or cover her naked pussy, can't hide her nipples. She is exposed in front of his naked body as he holds her to him from behind. The two men come and stand in front of Julie and Greg silently.

"Fuck slut," says Greg. "You fucking tease. These are the two men who you invited to play the other night and then denied."

"But I didn't know," she protests.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't care what you knew or didn't know. You led them on and left them wanting," Greg sternly says. "But you're gonna take care of that now."

He nods to the men. Immediately they both undo their belt buckles. Greg holds Julie firmly, he can feel her body is tense with fear and nerves. As the men take off their pants, he whispers three words softly so that only she can hear, "Enjoy it baby."

Julie relaxes. It is clear now that he wants her to please these two men, but that he knows she will like it. She admits to herself that she does want to explore this, and already she wants to please Greg too. She finds herself more and more turned on at the thought that he wants her to be a whore to more strangers for him.

The big white guy is hard, with an impossibly huge dick. Julie's eyes widen as he comes up to her. Greg holds her head steady and the guy pushes his cock up to her lips. She licks her lips and parts them, looking up into his face. He smiles and pushes his cock deep into her mouth, gagging her. Then pulls out a little, letting her catch her breath. 

"Suck it fuck slut!" Greg commands. And she does, ravenously. Licking his shaft as she moves her mouth up and down, getting the feel of him and pushing herself further along his cock. Julie closes her eyes and tilts her head back a little, to open her throat to him and take him deeper.

"Oh yeah bitch," the guy moans, "that's it." He starts to rock his hips, rhythmically pushing in and out of her mouth as she sucks. "Fuck that's good bitch."

The Hispanic guy is watching and stroking his own firm cock. He steps closer and rubs it along Julie's soft cheek. She opens her eyes, looking at both of the men before her. She feels the power of her sexuality swell within her. All of these men desire her, and she wants to make them cum, all of them, to be their pleasure vessel. She takes her mouth from the first man and moves to the other, his cock longer while the white man's was thick. She licks along his shaft then closes her mouth around him. She moves her hand to the other thick cock and begins stroking him as she sucks, licks and moans around the second cock.

"Oh baby girl, you fucking puta, yes" says the second man. He is pumping his slim hips and pushing that long cock deep. She can already taste a salty drop of precum way in the back of her mouth.

Greg sits up with her on top of his lap. Julie is still sucking one cock and stroking the other. The big guy sits down next to Greg on the sofa. The Hispanic guy pulls out of her mouth as Greg turns her over to the man next to him, who pulls her to face him. She is on his lap, his huge cock nestled up against her slit. He grabs her hips and pulls her down, embedding his tip inside her juicy cunt. 

"Oh," she squirms, frightened of his size and not sure she can take such a thick cock into her pussy, especially as it is already sore from Greg pounding her. But Greg reaches down and spreads her lips with his fingers, and the big guy grabs her hips and pushes her down, impaling her on his cock. 

"Ouch," she gasps as it hurts her, deliciously so. The man pulls her down harder, burying himself to the hilt. She's not sure she can move, she is stretched so full and wide. But Greg rolls her hard clit back and forth between his fingers, using the cum he spread everywhere before to rub it easily. The big guy slides his hands up her sides, grabs her tits and pulls one up to his mouth, bending his head to suck her nipple while he pinches the other one, hard. Between the two of them Julie is again heating up, moistening even further around the thick cock, and arching her back to shove more of her breast into his mouth.

Slowly, tentatively, she lifts her hips up and slides back down. Julie catches her breath as she feels the tip of his big dick at the very back wall of her cunt, pushing against her. She never had anyone hit that spot before. It is simultaneously painful, and amazingly pleasurable. She feels her body warming, relaxing, knows she was made for this, that her body knows what to do and will accommodate all they can give her. Smiling, she starts moving more surely, raising herself up and sliding back down this luscious piece of meat filling her like a pleasure pole.

The second man steps behind her and grabs her ass. Julie feels his fingers rubbing around her asshole, sliding around the juicy cum Greg had rubbed into her. The white guy's hands move from her hips down to squeeze her ass and spread her cheeks wide. She feels the tip of the second cock at her tight hole and fingers pulling her hole further and further apart. 

Greg's fingers are still working her clit and she is scared but thrilled as she feels the second cock push further into her tight ass. She screams out loud.

"Yes bitch, take it, you filthy whore," Greg says, approvingly.

She stops moving as she tries to relax her muscles and allow herself to be totally filled. It hurts painfully and she tries to pull her ass off of the second cock. But there is nowhere for her to go with her pussy filled, she can't move forward any more. Greg places a hand on her back and angles her forward slightly, changing the angle, and she feels the cock slam right in with a push.

She looks into Greg's eyes, feeling a little wild, not believing she is stuffed full in both of her holes. She knows she can't possibly move, she can hardly breathe.




Julie's Awakening: Good Girl No Longe?



The other men stay still as Greg stands up, places one foot on the sofa, faces Julie. She doesn't know whose hands grab the back of her head and hold her still. Eyes wide, she starts to protest, "No, I can't, I can't." Her words are cut short as Greg plunges his cock forcefully into her mouth.

That is the signal the men were waiting for and they both start to pump into Julie's tight holes while Greg pumps into her mouth. She is struggling and gagging and shocked and helpless. Hands are holding her arms taught, holding her head, gripping her hips as she has cocks plunged everywhere. Julie feels the panic welling but just as quickly, she accepts that this is the new Julie. She banishes that last vestige of the good little girl, and embraces the sexy, confident whore that she has within her.

Opening her eyes, she stares again at Greg, knowing he was waiting for this connection, for her to accept it, and he fucks her mouth now with wild abandon. Simultaneously the men in her cunt and her ass push harder and deeper, fucking her raw. She knows she has never felt such power and desire as she has at this point. Her pussy tight and stretched, her ass filled completely, her nipples sucked and bitten and pinched, and Greg's delicious cock in her mouth. She feels like a goddess, completely free. She tenses and explodes into the hugest, most intense orgasm she has ever felt. She is not conscious of anything but the waves and peaks and convulsions that start deep within her throbbing cunt, and radiate throughout her whole body. She is rocking, rocketing between their bodies as she cums hard in surge after surge. 

She is still shuddering and shivering, aftershocks tightening her pussy again and again as she feels the man behind her tense and shoot hot jizz up into her ass. "Yeah puta, take it all," he finishes and pulls his cock out. The big guy is next, thrusting up into her, his ass coming off the couch with the force of his thrusting and he too is erupting, grunting, his spurts coating the back of her cunt as she continues to shudder.

Greg smiles thinking of his cum slut full of cum everywhere, and he gushes also into her mouth. He feels her mouth and throat muscles working to swallow his load, feels her tongue sweeping his shaft to get every last drop. "You greedy fucking cum bitch" he tells her, but he says it with awe. 

Spent, he drops down next to Julie and tenderly takes her in his arms, pulling her gently off of the big guy, who looks at her and says, "Thanks babe. You are one horny bitch." He gets up and both men put their pants back on. "Yeah gracias, puta." They turn and leave. Greg holds an exhausted Julie in his arms. She is tired but her body is alive with sensation, humming with vibrations. 

She doesn't know what the future holds for her, whether she will go back to Jim and tell him what he missed, whether she'll give him another chance or stand on her own. She only knows that the world is open to her, that she has accepted all of who she is now. Whatever she decides, she will control what she wants. But for now she'll just enjoy this delicious moment, the exhilaration that follows amazing sex; she'll enjoy the smells of the cum and sweat and juices. 

She smiles and tells Greg, "I guess I'll have to watch the movie again sometime, I still missed the ending." He laughs, tightening his arms around her as she closes her eyes happily.



Julie's Awakening



Julie watched Mike walking out of the water towards them. The water was streaming down his broad chest, and his muscular arms looked beautiful when he combed his hands through his wet hair. He had a big smile, and he looked confident as he walked around the clusters of people. He was still wearing his trunks, but she could see more than a few women following him with their eyes. He ignored them and only looked ahead at his wife and their teenage companion on the towels. Julie had never looked at a man like in this way before.

"You like him, don't you?" Sophia shook her back to reality. She felt ashamed that she had been caught staring at another woman's husband.

"No," she stammered, feeling herself blush.

She looked at Sophia, looking for signs of a pissed-off wife, but she only saw an understanding smile.

"It's alright Julie. I love him more than life itself, but I realized a long time ago that I will lose him if I try to keep him for myself."

Julie was confused and didn't really understand the deeper meaning of the words. She was just glad that Sophia didn't chase her away. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mike reached them. She tried not to look at him as he sat down. He seemed to ignore her almost nakedness as he bent down, taking a towel to dry himself. He went to the cooler and removed a plate of cold meats and cheeses. Sophia sat up arranging the towels for the picnic. Mike removed a bottle of champagne, popped the cork, and poured them each a glass before looking at her for the first time. She felt him look over her almost naked body, and she felt her face become warm again. He sat cross-legged next to Sophia and offered her the plate. She only realized then how hungry she was and sat up crossed-legged across from the couple. 

They spoke to her as if she were an adult, asking questions that allowed her to answer with intelligence and maturity. She felt more and more comfortable as the bubbly champagne made her feel a little bit light-headed. 

She felt a silence, and she looked down, realizing that her sarong had ridden up to reveal her spread her pussy lips. The fabric was splitting her cunt, and her lips were lewdly on display. She covered herself nervously with one hand while trying to stand up. She felt a firm hand on her arm.

"Please don't, everything about you is so beautiful," Mike said looking in her eyes. He held her arm, and she could feel his strength and warmth. She sat back down, but straightened her legs, covered herself, but felt confused as to how this man could change her so much in less than 24 hours.

Sophia changed the subject as if nothing happened while she refilled their glasses. They sat soaking up the morning sun.

"Please do me," Sophia said, looking at Mike while she lay down on her stomach. Julie was very aware of his strong hands oiling his wife's beautiful body. She tried to take her mind off the situation by starting to apply sunscreen to herself.

"It would be easier if you remove the sarong," Mike said as if it was the natural thing to do. The way he said it made her feel a bit silly and it brought out her stubborn streak. Her instincts told her to keep doing it her own way, but finally she gave in.

"Fuck that," she thought. "If they want to look, they can look, I have nothing to be ashamed of," she thought while removing the sarong. She did keep a bit of modesty by turning her back and pulling everything in place to cover herself the best she could. She applied the cream on her long legs and moved to her belly making sure not to miss a spot. She spread the cream over her breasts and her neck feeling self-conscious about her funny tan lines, but realizing that the sun was going to reach parts of her body that had never been exposed before. She made sure that she did a proper job, even if it meant spending more time with her hands in uncomfortable places. 

She turned around, and lay down on her towel. Sophia was busy applying oil to her glorious breasts. She kept on talking, obviously not worried about the open stares from the bathers nearest to them. Julie couldn't keep her eyes of her. She was lifting her breasts to reach underneath then she massaged the oil into her breasts spending extra time on her nipples. They were very erect after such a thorough oiling, and Julie could see the proud look from Mike. She couldn't help looking down at the bulge in his pants. She could see his long semi-erection outlined in his still-wet trunks.

She lay back feeling her pussy getting wet and her own nipples straining against the thin fabric. She knew that she they could see her arousal and although she could only imagine the wet spot on her slightly covered cunt, she didn't care. She wanted them to look, and she wanted them to like what they saw. She closed her eyes, feeling their eyes on her and Sophia's warm body close to her. The champagne and sun increased the sexual tension. She could feel herself getting wetter. She stole a glimpse downwards. It was worse than she thought. The fabric had become transparent with her juices and her full cunt was on display. She could see her small landing strip and her swollen labia.

She looked at the couple but they were discussing a group of people playing volleyball close by. She decided to ignore her discomfort and even drowsed of a bit, dreaming about her two fellow sun bathers.

"You will have to turn around, baby," Sophia said with soft hand stroking her cheek. Julie sat up, feeling a bit foolish for falling asleep.

"Did you have a nice dream?" Sophia asked in a husky voice.

Julie looked down and was shocked when she saw her own juices on the inside of her thighs. The damn fabric had again wedged in between her lips. She covered herself again, but the soft, reassuring smile from Mike made her feel better. She didn't want to look like an in experienced school girl. She wanted him to see her as a woman. 

"What has come over me?" she thought.

She only then realized that Sophia had removed her bikini bottom, and she could feel herself staring at the most beautiful cunt she had ever seen in her life. It shocked her that she could think of another woman's private parts as being beautiful. She had no stretch marks, and Julie loved the way her cunt was centered between her womanly curves. She turned around on her towel to gather her thoughts.

She felt Sophia reach across her for her lotion. She felt her erect nipples moving over her back. She felt her own breathing deepen as Sophia applied a generous amount of lotion onto her back. She couldn't help moaning softly as Sophia started spreading the lotion with long sure strokes over her back. She almost stopped her when she felt her unclasp her top with one hand, but it just felt too good. She relaxed, enjoying the experienced hands over her body, but tensed up again as she moved down towards her legs.

She relaxed as she felt the long firm strokes on her strong calves, moving up towards her thighs. Sophia was massaging her inner thighs, and she felt proud when Sophia started complimenting her firm thighs and tight ass. Sophia moved the fabric out of the way to cover her ass cheeks with more lotion. Julie couldn't help but moan a bit louder. She turned her head toward Mike. He was staring at the two beautiful women, and she could see him growing in his pants.

The effect she had on him gave her a newfound confidence. She slightly spread her legs, looking at him while she gave him an unobstructed view of her cunt. She could feel her juices flowing even more when she saw him licking his lips. She felt in control realizing that he was just like other men, a slave to a wet pussy.

"How big is this guy?" she thought as she saw his cock twitch and grow even larger. Her self-confidence disappeared when she looked up at his knowing smile. This smile said, "I am in control here." She could feel Sophia's hands on her outside labia, and she came without warning while looking into Mike's eyes. 

"What have I done?" she thought, turning her head and closing her legs tightly together. She felt the tension moving through her, and she bit down on her lip to withhold the orgasmic scream that she felt building up. 

"Look Mike," Sophia excitedly pointed at something that Julie couldn't see. She was glad that the attention had been removed from her.

She lay there with her orgasm slowly subsiding.

She was too shy to look at them and just lay there staring at nothing, confused at the effect these near strangers had on her. She lay there while they stood up to go for a swim. They didn't ask her to join them, which gave her time to recover.

Julie watched them walk away, holding hands, with mixed emotions. For the first time in her life she has had an orgasm in front of some one.

"Or was it with some one?" she thought. 

"Come on Julie, get out of it, you are a stronger person than this!" she spoke to herself, trying to make sense of it all. She sat upright forgetting that her top was undone. She felt the cool air on her breasts and looked down at her aroused nipples. She looked around and saw a couple looking at her from a distance. She was grateful for the almost secluded spot that Mike chose. She picked her top up to put it back on, but she decided against it. Her soaked bottoms were another story. She looked at the staring couple and decided that they couldn't see her removing the offending clothing. Looking at where Mike and Sophia were playing in the shallow water she removed it and used it to clean most of the juices from her thighs and moist pussy lips. She reached into her bag for her shorts and thong. She was afraid of being caught putting on her thong, so she left in the bag and pulled the shorts over her tight ass. 

Mike and Sophia were on their way back. They were holding onto each other, stopping every now and again to kiss each other softly. She felt a little possessive of the stunning couple, as she realized that everyone was staring at them. She looked at Mike's strong legs and well-built torso. She saw his ever-present smile and his handsome boyish face. She looked at Sophia's olive-brown skin, her darker nipples erect and proud on her wonderful full boobs. Julie looked at her strong legs ending at her full lips. Her sex was wet and her lips were protruding. 

They looked at the teenager when they came closer. They saw her proud young breasts with her small erect nipples pointing at them. They both smiled, and Mike shocked her when he bent down and kissed her. She opened her lips to meet him but he pulled away. 

"Thank you for sharing your beauty with us," he said looking down at her breasts. 

Sophia sat down next to her, turning towards her she moved her lips closer. Julie closed her eyes in anticipation. She felt Sophia's sweet breath then her wonderful, full lips were pressed against hers. She met Sophia's probing tongue with her own, enjoying the soft feminine kiss. 

They both smiled when they moved apart. Julie felt no remorse and only a little bit of shyness. She felt good, and she knew it. The few hours in the sun has darkened her breasts and other parts of her body that had never seen the sun. She was blessed with skin that turned brown immediately and never burned if she used the right lotion.

Mike poured them some more champagne. Their hands touched when he handed her a glass. His touch was like an electric shock on her skin. He stood back, smiling at her.

"I hope you don't mind but these are getting very uncomfortable," he asked, looking at her as he started to pull down his wet trunks. She didn't say anything, and he took that as approval. She tried not to look as he lowered his trunks, but she couldn't help it when his cock came into view. It was beautiful. Still flaccid, it was long, light brown and circumcised. He was totally hairless, and his ass was hard and rounded. He draped his trunks over a rock and returned to them. Sophia reached over and wiped away sand that was sticking to his ass cheeks. He did the same in front. Julie couldn't keep her eyes of his hands that were softly cleaning his cock.

He sat down next to Sophia asking Julie for some of her sun tan lotion.

"No, let me do it," Sophia said while taking the lotion from Julie. Mike smiled and he lay down on his stomach. Sophia sat down on top of him with his strong thighs between her legs. She squirted lotion onto his back. Julie remembered the feeling of her hands as she watched her massaging the lotion into his tanned back. Mike moaned his approval and she could see the contented smile on his face.

"Hey!" he said, as she squirted some more in between his ass cheeks. Sophia laughed with a delightful contagious sound. Julie smiled as Sophia started to spread the lotion over his ass and upper legs, with long slow strokes from the middle of his legs over his ass to the start of his back. She was massaging the muscles but also spending time kneeing his ass cheeks and even pressing her hands in between them.

She finished by pressing her thumb towards his anus and then laying full length on him, moving up and down his body, kissing him in the neck. They were both moaning, and Julie couldn't keep her hand away from her denim covered pussy. She slowly stroked herself while she watched the erotic picture before her.

"Sorry, we get carried away sometimes," Sophia said while standing up. Julie saw the wetness on her pussy lips, and she knew that it was not because of the lotion.

"That will be easier without the pants," Sophia said. Julie didn't realize that she was still stroking her pussy. She blushed and took her hand away.

"It's alright baby. We all have needs that need to be met," she said as she smiled at Julie. Julie took this as permission to finally get rid of her inhibitions. She unzipped her shorts and pushed her hand under the fabric. Finding her moist slit, she slowly stroked in between her pussy lips.

Mike turned around, his member reaching for the skies. Julie looked at his fully erect cock, which was gigantic, even compared to her biggest toy. She entered her own cunt with two fingers as Sophia took hold of his cock with both hands. Her hands looked so small on his big cock. They both watched while she played with herself.

Her pants were getting in the way so she pulled them off. There was now nothing in the way of her hand and her moist cunt. She plunged two fingers into herself again. Seeing the way that Mike and Sophia were looking at her brought her to a massive orgasm. Her beautiful breasts were heaving when she came. She fell back, gasping for air. She felt Sophia moving closer, planting soft kisses on her face.

"That was so beautiful," she whispered.

"Yes it definitely was," Mike whispered on her other side while joining Sophia in kissing her all over her face. She could feel her pulse slowing then increasing again when she felt Mike's hardness against her side. She turned her head, looking up into his beautiful eyes. 

She opened her mouth, searching for his lips. This time he gave them to her, covering her lips with his own. She could hear herself moaning, while tasting the sea salt on his lips. He delicately probed her mouth with his tongue, and she met him with her own. She reached down, touching his cock for the first time. She couldn't get her hand around him, but she tried the best she could. She slowly stroked him while he removed his lips from hers, turning her head and offering her lips to his wife.

Sophia's kiss was so different, soft with her small tongue playing with her own. She could feel both of their hands on her breasts, and she knew that she was close to another orgasm as Mike took one of her nipples into his mouth. He softly bit her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. She was in ecstasy, no longer thinking about anything else but these two extremely beautiful people making love to her with only a few rocks between themselves and the rest of the beach-goers.

Sophia moved down towards her other sensitive nipple and took it between her soft lips. Julie was still stroking Mike's cock, although she battled to keep her concentration. She felt two hands on the inside of her thighs. They were stroking the sides of her pussy lips in time with the two mouths on her nipples.

Just the idea of them so close to her pussy brought her closer and closer.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, and fuck!" she screamed when she reached another orgasm. They stopped sucking her nipples but didn't take their hands away from the close proximity of her cunt, gently stroking both sides of her pussy lips. She could feel her juices flowing out of her cunt over their hands.

She looked up at their adoring faces and smiled feeling like she belonged with them. Then she suddenly felt guilty as she realized that she had come so many times and neither Mike nor Sophia had come yet.

She sat up taking their hands away from her pussy. She first planted a thank you kiss on each of their mouths then she pushed Mike down onto the towel. She peeked over the rocks to see if anyone was watching. She was past the point of caring, in any case. 

She kept looking at Mike's huge cock as she took Sophia into her arms, kissing her deeply while enjoying the feeling of Sophia's breasts against her own.

She pulled away then moved to Mike. She lay down on top of him kissing him deeply while squeezing his cock between her legs. She moved down, planting kisses on his neck and broad chest. She spent time on each of his nipples biting them softly before sucking them into her mouth. She moved down, kissing his flat, muscled stomach. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her body as she moved down to her ultimate prize.

She took his cock in her hand blowing softly on the big, purple head she took Sophia's hand and pulled her closer. Each of the women took one of his tight balls into their mouths while both had a hand on his cock, pumping up and down slowly, stopping every few moments to kiss each other deeply.

Sophia bent his cock feeding it into Julie's waiting mouth, allowing the girl a few sucks before she took it into her own. Mike was groaning as Sophia took almost seven inches of him into her throat. She moved her head up and down, looking right into Julie's eyes. She released him from her mouth with a pop, passing his cock back to Julie's mouth as she licked up and down his length. 

Julie felt ready and threw her legs over Mike, lowering herself onto the first cock to enter her virgin, teenage opening. She lubricated the head with her own juices, looking at Sophia for final approval. Sophia leaned in and kissed her before moving down to take her nipple into her mouth. She took hold of Mike's cock feeding it into the teenager's virgin cunt. Julie felt a little scared when she looked down at the huge pole that she was impaling herself onto.

She moved up and down with only the head in her to get used to the size, before she took another inch or two into her. It felt bigger and better than any of her toys. She now had about four inches in her, and she could feel herself being stretched by the huge cock. Her juices helped her accommodate a few more inches before she hit bottom. She smiled with pride at her accomplishment. She held still, amazed at the feeling of the huge, pulsing organ inside her. She moved up a bit, feeling him move inside her. She came back down then started a slow rhythm, riding his cock. He could see her eyes, slightly closed and her mouth open, moaning and repeating his name.

"Oh, Mike, this feels so good. Please Mike, don't stop. I have never felt so full. Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me, Mike!" she screamed while she increased the speed. He took hold of her small hips, picking her up and impaling her onto his cock, time and time again. They were both sweating in the midday heat, building up towards the ultimate orgasm. 

Sophia put her finger on Julie's clit, playing with it while she bent down to kiss Mike. Julie felt his cock swell even bigger inside her, and she heard him grunt as he came. She could feel him flooding her insides with his sperm. She felt the most amazing orgasm build, and the first woman's hand on her clit brought her over the edge. She felt that the orgasm would last forever. Not caring at all who heard her, she screamed when she came. 




Julie's Awakening



She fell forward on top of Mike with his hard cock still inside her. She held onto him, never wanting the wonderful feeling to go away. Mike kissed her closed eyes while slowly stroking her back. She lay there in the wonderful aftermath thinking how her life had changed forever.

She stood up looking at the people staring at her. She could feel Mike's come and her own juices flowing down her legs. She walked out of their little love nest towards the water. She walked through the people, knowing that everybody knew exactly what happened, and she could feel them staring at her young body and at her freshly fucked cunt. She looked back at Sophia, who was bent over the rocks with a mere shadow behind her, a moving shadow, fucking her from behind. She smiled and received a very satisfied smile back from Sophia.

She only put on her shorts and the sarong when they left. She enjoyed the stares of the people when they walked back to the car. They kissed her when they dropped her off at her parents' house, and they made plans for the next day.

She felt like a woman when she walked past her parents, who looked at her with a shocked expression. She was sure that they could smell the sex on her as she breezed through the room. 

She didn't need any of her toys that night. 

She decided that the real thing was much better.