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A New Life for Julie Ch. 01

By: Longshadow



Chapter 1 - A New Life For Julie

Late August, 1976

Julie drove west on State 101 in her red Volkswagen Beetle convertible. The instructions he had given her were pretty simple: "Go west on 101, take the Las Virgenes exit. Keep going, it becomes Malibu Canyon Road. Eventually you get to Pacific Coast Highway. The university will be right there at the corner. Turn right and head north on Pacific Coast Highway, drive about 20 more minutes out past Malibu, make a left on Oleander, drive until you get to the beach. It's the only driveway on the beach side."

"You can't miss it--it's the only house at the end of the road," he told her.

She found the house easily enough. It was in one of the few areas along the beach which had not been completely developed with expensive beachfront property. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. She was nervous. The ad in the newspaper was for free lodging "for the right person", in exchange for housekeeping.

The house was fairly large--a modern beach house with about 2000 square feet she guessed, but nowhere near as large as many of the houses in the area. She knocked on the door. She could hear a radio playing loud inside. It was "I Only Want to Be With You" by the Bay City Rollers. No one answered. She knocked again, much harder, and waited. She knocked one more time, and just as she was about to turn away, the door opened.

A middle-aged man, perhaps in his mid-thirties, stood in the doorway. He had penetrating grey eyes. His dark hair was parted in the middle and combed back. He was clean-shaven and wore tight white slacks, and a loose-fitting colorful, short-sleeved shirt, with the top three buttons open, revealing a tanned chest. The thing that struck her most about him though was the feeling of absolute masculine self-confidence which he seemed to have.

"Hi," she stammered. "I'm here about the ad?"

"Oh, sure. My name is Bruce. Bruce Oliver."

"I'm Juliet Lewis," she replied as she shook his hand.

He invited her in, and she followed him into the house. The house was a typical California beach house. There was a large cylindrical entryway with a stairway that followed the curved wall upwards. Windows placed high on the curved wall flooded the interior with light. She followed him into the kitchen and he motioned her to take a seat at a small two-person table in a curved nook with a magnificent view of the beach. 

"Okay Juliet, can I get you anything? A beer?" he asked.

"Oh no. I'm only 18, and you can just call me Julie," she replied.

"That's old enough in my book, Julie, he said. "You sure you don't want a beer or something else?"

"No, that's okay."

"Okay then! He said, sitting down. "Let's get down to business. Here's what I'm looking for. I need someone's help keeping the place clean. Just helping pick things up--especially after a party. Helping to cook a little, clean the bathrooms and so on. You would also do the shopping. I guess I just need a woman's touch around here. In exchange, you get free room and board. You don't have to pay rent, or electricity, phone or food. You pretty much have the run of the place. The only thing you have to pay for is your car and transportation, and any personal items."

He watched her as he talked. She was easily the prettiest young lady he had interviewed yet, in spite of her conservative attire, glasses, and hair tightly tied back. 

"That sounds like a great deal," she gushed.

"There is something you need to be aware of though," he added.

She looked apprehensive, waiting for him to speak.

Bruce was silent a minute. He really wanted her to stay, but he was afraid of scaring her away. There was no way around it though--better to tell her the truth now, rather than have her move in and run off within the first week.

"I live, he paused groping for the right words, "a modern lifestyle. Well frankly, I have a very active and open love life. I have a lot of women over, and we don't always just have sex in the bedroom."

"Oh," she said, her face turning red.

"And, I'm a freelance photographer and I specialize in pictorials for major men's magazines among other things, so I have a lot of models over. I have a photography studio right here in the house. I also have a lot of parties, and there's always a lot of sex."

Bruce paused and studied her red face--afraid she might bolt at any moment.

"Would it bother you to live like that?"

She thought for a minute, taking a deep breath. She really needed a place to stay. As of tonight, she had no where to stay, and only $10 left in her purse, and not much gas left in her car. This situation was perfect for her: close to the university, room and board paid for by labor only, and a beautiful house by the beach to live in. In spite of her limited experience, she knew she would not find another opportunity like this one. 

Juliet had very little sexual experience, and Bruce's description of his love life intimidated her, but she knew she could not afford pass up this opportunity. She had counted on finding someplace affordable quickly, but had been ignorant of the lack of affordable housing in Southern California. Although she had been in the area for three days, everything she had found had been far more expensive than she had expected, and she had already blown through all her money. 

"No, I guess not, as long as I'm not forced to do anything," she answered.

"Oh, I promise you that won't happen! In this house, sex takes place only between consenting adults, and nobody does anything they don't want to do."

"Okay then," she said, feeling a flush of relief course through her body.

"You would be free to join any time though..."

"Oh no, I couldn't do something like that she said," her voice sounding panicky.

"...but you would never be expected to of course. This is a house of free choice."

She looked relieved, and now that he had told her, he decided to switch the subject.

"Well, tell me about yourself," he suggested.

"Well, I'm 18, and I'm starting school at the University in a few weeks. I have a trust an uncle left me when he died, but the only stipulation is that I keep a good overall GPA--2.5 or better, and I go to school where he went. The trust will pay for four years of tuition and books, but nothing else."

"My parents died in a car crash when I was a little girl. I barely remember them. My baby brother died in the same accident. I stayed with my grandparents, but grandpa died when I was about 10, and grandma died a few years ago, and my aunt and uncle kept me until I graduated from High School. They were very conservative and religious. My grandpa left me the trust to go to college. He died about a year ago. My aunt hated me though, so it was good to get out," she concluded. 

"And I have no one, and no where to go," she thought to herself.

Bruce felt sorry for the poor girl. She'd had so many people die on her.

"Tell me, he asked her, "I'm curious--you've got a dark complexion and black hair, but yet you have green eyes. What is your ethnic background?" 

"Well, my mother was from Italy, and my father was mostly Irish. They were both Catholic."

"I'll bet you look more like your mother," Bruce grinned.

"How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess," he shrugged.

"Except that my eyes are from my father's side."

"Okay, he said, standing up. "Would you like to look at the house?"

She nodded eagerly and Bruce showed her around the house. He showed her a large room that had been converted into a photography studio. There were various backgrounds along one wall, lots of lighting fixtures and camera equipment, and furniture, and a darkroom off to one side.

"I like to do a lot of my work here, but sometimes I use other parts of the house or out on the beach. This stretch of the beach is pretty secluded compared to most homes on the beach, because we're a bit to the north, and I own the beach right down to the water. I can't stop people from walking along it though, but mostly it's pretty quiet."

In addition, there was also a dining room, a family room with a fireplace, which had huge windows all along two walls with views of the beach, as well as a door that opened up to a large wrap-around deck on the beach side of the house. 

Next, he showed her upstairs. The stairs wrapped around the cylindrical entryway, which almost reminded her of a grain elevator, except that their were windows up near the top. The stairs opened up to a large master bedroom on the next level. The master-bedroom had an adjoining study, and a bathroom. There was a spa right in the bedroom, and a king-sized bed. There was also a sliding glass door that opened to a balcony that overlooked the beach.

"This is my room," Bruce said. He explained that she would not be expected to clean his room as part of the deal. "It's okay to come in here, but stay out of the study," he told her.

They stepped out of the room, and continued up the stairs. The stairs continued up one more level, and opened up to a large rooftop deck, which also had an outdoor fireplace/barbeque pit. There were also numerous deck chairs scattered around.

"This is where we have a lot of our parties," Bruce said.

He showed her some rooftop planters that would need watering, and then took her back downstairs into the entryway which had a hall branching off which went up a few stairs, and led to a bathroom, and two bedrooms. She could hear "Show Me the Way" by Peter Frampton playing on the radio in the living room.

"This is Jack's bedroom, Bruce said, pointing to a room on the left. He's a friend of mine, and a student like you. So he's my roommate. I let him stay here because his father's a friend and major client of mine. But he helps take care of the cars, any repair work that needs to be done, takes care of any landscaping, and runs errands for me." 

He pointed to the last door in the hallway. "This is your room," he indicated, showing her through the doorway.

She entered. It was a medium sized bedroom. It was furnished with a full-sized bed, a dresser, and a small desk. It was on a corner, and she had large windows along two walls. There was a closet as well.

Juliet walked around the room. It would be perfect, she thought. She looked out the windows at the setting sun over the ocean. 

Bruce studied her. She was obviously very modest, shy and self-conscious. She wore her black hair in a tight bun, and wore baggy clothes. She was obviously not used to the warmer weather this far south. She also had large glasses which obscured her beautiful face. He could tell though, that she had an angelic face and a fantastic body underneath. He had photographed and fucked enough women to know a good looker when he saw one--even covered up. He could tell she had a pair of large firm tits under that baggy sweater, even though she was obviously self-conscious about them--he noted that she not only wore a baggy top, but frequently held her arms folded over her chest.

He studied her face as she looked out the window. Her hair was very dark--jet black in fact, and looked thick even though it was pulled up in a tight bun, which barely contained the thick wavy locks that seemed as if they were trying to burst free. Her face was very pretty behind the large glasses. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full and sensuous--he imagined them wrapped around his cock. She had a slight overbite with her front teeth, with a tiny gap between them. Most striking were her eyes--they were fairly large for her face, and a beautiful jade green color. With her black hair and dark complexion, one would expect brown eyes.

He hoped she would accept his offer. She was easily the most beautiful woman who had responded to the ad. Two of the women who had responded were fat and ugly, another one was too old, and still another was not bad looking, but had stormed off after a few days when she walked in the kitchen and found a beautiful blonde on her knees giving him a blowjob. Bruce had to have women around him who were beautiful, and they had to at least be able to tolerate his lifestyle, even if they didn't want to participate in the fun. 

They went back to the living room, and Bruce showed her the deck outside. It was a fairly large deck, that wrapped around two sides of the house. They walked along the side by the family room, and went around the corner. There was a hot tub at the end of the tub, and Julie's windows to her room were a story above it. 

It was a hot day, even by the ocean, and Julie was forced to pull her sweater off. Bruce watched intently as her sweater went up, concealing her face for a moment and hiding his staring at her tits as they jutted out as she lifted her arms over her head. Yes, she definitely had an amazing set of tits. Under her sweater she wore a T-shirt that was somewhat sweaty. He looked away to make sure she wouldn't catch him staring. He didn't want to scare her away.

Julie considered the arrangement. Her college was about a half-hour away, which wasn't too bad. She asked him if there were any employment opportunities nearby.

"The only employment I know of, around here, for a young woman like you, are things I don't think you're ready to do. However, if you do a few extra tasks around here, I'll throw in a little bit of money also--say, $30 a month?"

"Like what?" she asked, apprehensive.

"Take care of my laundry, clean up my bedroom and bathroom, a few other things like that," he replied.

Sensing an opportunity to negotiate, she pushed it a bit.

"How about $50?"

"Sure," he said. He was determined to get her in, and he actually would have been willing to pay more, but he didn't say so.

That sealed the deal. Her tuition, books and school supplies were paid for with the trust. Her room and board were taken care of now, as well as a little bit of spending money for gas and other things. It was doubtful if she could find any deal like this anywhere--a beautiful beach house with her own room, and she didn't have to pay anything--just keep the place cleaned up and do all the housework.

"When can I move in?" she asked.

"Right now," he said.

So she started her life living at Bruce Oliver's home and studio. She started college a week later, and during her freshman year, focused on her grades and fulfilling her end of the bargain to Bruce.

For the first few months, Bruce was gone a great deal on business. She met and sometimes saw Jack, the other roommate, but he was usually closed up in his room working on homework himself, or doing things outside, or gone. 

The first week after she moved in, she was out in the living room watching TV, when she noticed a magazine on the coffee table. Out of curiosity, she took a look.

It was a heavy, glossy magazine.

"PENTHOUSE" the cover read. On the cover was a beautiful half-naked woman, dressed in only her underwear. She had on a white bra, panties, with straps going from a belt around her waist to a pair of white stockings near the bottom of the cover. She was turned to the side somewhat, and looking at something she was holding.

Out of curiosity, she thumbed through it carefully, tentatively, slowly turning the pages. She was fascinated by the soft focus pictorials of the nude and semi nude women. She wondered what it would be like to pose for that, while someone took pictures of her. But who did she think she was kidding? She was not the kind of woman who was sought out for this sort of thing. Who would want to look at pictures of her? She envied the free and open sexuality of the models.

She read the magazine cover to cover, and was especially fascinated by the letters and the Xavier Hollander column--"Call me Madam."

She was startled by the sound of the door opening. Fearful of being caught with the magazine, she hurriedly threw it back on the coffee table and pretended she was just watching television. Jack came in and nodded to her before heading for his bedroom.

A week later though, on a day when she was alone in the house, she found Bruce's pile of back issues, as well as many other magazines, when she went up to his room to gather his laundry and clean up. She covertly took some to her room to read and look through in the privacy.

She also tried to do most of the housework when no one was around, and that was no problem at first. When Bruce or Jack was home, she shyly kept to her room and worked on homework--feeling self-conscious living in someone else's house. The situation did not remain that way however.

Julie came home from school one warm afternoon in late September. She went to her room, and studied for her history class. It was hot, so she reluctantly changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She didn't like dressing so immodestly, but it was so hot today. After about an hour, she put her books down and decided to do some chores around the house. She swept the kitchen floor, and then decided to water the planters up on the roof. She filled her pitcher in the kitchen sink then went up the stairs.

As she walked up the stairs with the pitcher of water, she passed Bruce's room. The door was ajar. Some moaning sounds caught her attention.

She paused and peeked inside out of curiosity. What she saw nearly made her drop the pitcher of water. She couldn't see him, but it must have been Bruce. He was laying down, and there was a beautiful Asian woman straddling his face. She was bent over with her head bobbing up and down over his crotch. Juliet looked closer--it was his cock! 

Julie jerked back quickly, hoping that they had not seen her, but no--they were definitely too involved in what they were doing. Curiosity got the better of her, and she cautiously peaked once again around the door frame.

The Asian woman was moaning as her lips slid up and down, over and over. Juliet's eyes roved over her writhing body. Her bare ass was undulating as Bruce's hands circled her waist, striving to hold her still to keep his mouth on her cunt. She remembered reading something about a "sixty-nine" in the Penthouse Letters and realized this was what she was witnessing. 

Juliet was mesmerized, and couldn't take her eyes away. After a few minutes, her free hand crept down and slipped into her pants. Her eyes remained locked on the sight before her. The woman's beautiful face plunged up and down, each time, the cock pushed out her cheek. The woman moaned again in pleasure. 

Julie fingered her wet pussy. She knew she shouldn't be watching such a private moment, but she couldn't stop.

Up and down the Asian woman's head bobbed on Bruce's cock. Suddenly the pitcher of water slipped from the fingers of Julie's free hand. The pitcher was only a few inches from the floor anyway, so it dropped with a barely perceptible thump, and didn't spill, but it was just loud enough to catch the attention of the Asian woman on the bed. 

The woman paused and looked up, and caught a glimpse of Juliet standing in the doorway. She pulled her mouth off of Bruce's dick with a pop, and looked at Juliet, and then her eyes turned back down to the cock in front of her. She gave the stiff member a long lick, and then motioned for Juliet to come in with a movement of her head, flicking her eyes back and forth between Julie and the member she held in her hands.

For a moment, Juliet froze--staring into the other woman's eyes with the throbbing cock right in front of her mouth. For a brief moment, she thought: "Why not?" Why not walk on in, shed her clothes, and take that beautiful prick right into her mouth? She was being invited.

Julie felt her heart race and panic gripped her. She backed quickly away, nearly stumbling down the stairs, then grabbed her pitcher and dashed up the stairs to the rooftop patio. When she reached the top she stopped, panting and leaning against the wall, trying to gather her composure. 

Then she watered the planters and cleaned out the rooftop fireplace/barbeque pit. She picked up the beer bottles that were scattered around, and swept up the remains from the rooftop party Bruce had held the night before. Julie, as usual, had stayed in her room the whole time--too shy to come out.


A New Life for Julie Ch. 01



As she worked, she thought about what she had just seen. When she was done, she quietly returned down the stairs, trying hard not to make a sound. At the door to Bruce's room, she paused and peered cautiously around the open doorway, not wishing to be seen again. 

The two were still engaged in their sixty-nine, and they were obviously close to orgasm. The Asian woman was moaning, and pumping her head furiously up and down Bruce's stiff cock. Suddenly she paused, gagging, and pulled her mouth off. Bruce's semen shot up into the air--one blast, then another. Juliet tore her eyes away and hurried past so that she wouldn't be seen again. 

Once she was safely in her room, she dropped the empty pitcher on the floor and fell on the bed, pulling her shorts off as fast as she could. She grabbed her hairbrush and climbed up on her bed, and splayed out on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, her pussy wide open. 

Holding the brush handle pointing toward her mouth, she imagined Bruce's stiff tumescent cock bobbing in front of her. She took the handle into her mouth, and started bobbing her head furiously up and down while she frigged her clit with the other hand. She moaned around the handle, imagining that it was ejaculating, and within seconds she exploded into a massive orgasm.

Juliet came home from college and was studying in her room. She started typing up a draft of her English paper on the small electric typewriter on her desk.

She heard some splashing and moaning coming from outside her window. The windows on that side of the room were a little higher than the adjacent wall so she had to stand up on her bed to look out the window. The window looked out onto the wrap around deck that went around the back and side of the house. Since her room was on a slightly different level, the hot-tub outside the wall on the wrap-around porch was about eight feet below, rather than at eye-level. 

Bruce was in the hot tub with a woman--a beautiful red-haired woman. Bruce was fucking her from behind! She remembered seeing the term "Doggy-style" in Penthouse, and she had never quite understood what they meant--until now.

The woman gripped the side of the hot tub, standing up, her ass just out of the water. She was moaning as Bruce gripped her hips, pumping in and out of her. His thrusts made splashing sounds as his groin smacked into her as cheeks. 

Juliet fell down on the bed before they could see her, but after a moment, she cautiously stood again and peeked through the window--trying hard not to be seen. She needn't have feared--both Bruce and the redhead were far too preoccupied to look up at her window. She watched in fascination. 

The woman clutched at the side of the tub with her hands, bent over, her breasts dangled below her, the nipples just brushing the water. Bruce was clutching her hips, thrusting faster. The sounds of water splashing mingled with the slapping sounds they made as Bruce pounded into her. 

Julie watched in fascination at the round globes of her ass cheeks jiggling in time with the slapping sounds, the breasts quivering, and the look of passion on the woman's face. The woman was having an orgasm! Julie could see it in her face and hear it in the moans the slipped out of her red lips!

Julie fell back down on the bed, unable to watch bring her self to watch any longer. Desperately, she shoved her jeans down past her ankles and kicked them off, followed by her soaked panties. Spreading her legs wide, she imagined herself in the hot tub, getting fucked from behind like the redhead on the other side of the wall. She grabbed the hairbrush on her end table. It had a handle that was quite phallic. Within a few minutes, she had a tremendous orgasm, followed by a rush of shame which poured into her cheeks.

But this was just the beginning. The house was quiet, and she could hear their activities all over the house for the next few hours. Her imagination ran wild as she writhed around the bed, listening to them--unable to work on her homework.   

Fortunately, Bruce was gone on a business trip for another few days after that episode. When he returned, she was extra careful around the house, and made sure she kept to her room when there was anyone over. But she would hear things. She could hear the moaning, the sounds of sex. Slapping noises--skin slapping against skin. Slurping sounds. Talking and giggling. She tried to concentrate on her homework, or sleep, but it was hard.

Sometimes Bruce would have parties, and would ask her to help prepare. He always invited her to join, but after helping get ready, she always retreated to her room. She would try to study, but sometimes she couldn't concentrate and would give up, laying in bed and listened intently. Sometimes she would stand on her bed and watch some of the activities going on the deck, in the hot tub or on the beach in the warm night air. She could hear the laughter, the music, the fun, and envied the people she heard.

One night, she decided to take a break from her studying to take a night walk on the beach. In the living room, a fire was going, and Bruce was sitting on the sofa watching the Playboy channel with a beautiful woman who could have been Farrah Fawcett's twin sister. They were sharing a joint while listening to Aerosmith on Bruce's stereo. She told them she was going for a walk on the beach. They smiled and waved. She walked out on to the deck and then down to the beach. 

She came back after 20 minutes. The fire was still going, but they were no longer on the sofa. She figured they must have gone to bed, but as she looked again, she saw that they were on the floor, fucking! Bruce was on top in between her wide-spread legs. He had his hands under the backs of her legs and was pushing them back, pounding down into her. From her vantage point Juliet could see his cock moving in and out of her pussy and his balls slapping against her upturned ass cheeks.  Juliet longed to crawl up for a closer look, but instead ran out of the room.

More months passed in much the same way. Julie's 19th birthday came and went without much notice from anyone. She received her first report card, getting mostly A's. 

Juliet rarely ever spoke with any of the many women Bruce had over either for sex, socializing, or those who were models, but there was one she got to know to some degree.

One spring evening, Julie came home from school. After depositing her backpack in her bedroom, she wandered into the living room to relax. She sat on the sofa and turned on the television, when she heard a voice. The radio was on, with "Bohemian Rhaphsody" by Queen playing.

"Are you April's cover?"

The voice was a beautiful feminine voice with an English accent.

"Oh, I'm sorry--you startled me! I didn't see you or hear you sitting over there," she replied.

"Sorry about that!" the woman replied. "I was just wondering if you're Miss April? You know, on the next cover," she said, holding up a magazine. 

"If so, Bruce really picked a winner with that. Actually, this is March. April should be out any day."

"Cover? Oh! No no no, Julie replied, her cheeks burning. "I'm just a student! I live here--I'm not involved with any of Bruce's--um--activities. I just take care of the house in exchange for room and board. In fact, I was just going to clean the kitchen," Julie replied nervously.

"Nonsense. You were going to sit for a bit and watch TV, or you wouldn't have even come in here--you would have gone straight to the kitchen. Now don't be nervous dear, I just want to talk."

With that, the woman came over and sat next to Julie on the sofa. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in her other.

"You must share this bottle of wine with me. My name is Catherine," the woman introduced herself. 

Julie looked nervously into the woman's eyes and relaxed, introducing herself and taking the woman's proffered hand. Catherine was friendly, with kind eyes and a warm smile. Julie felt completely disarmed. Catherine handed her the glass, and Julie took a drink. It was strong, but felt good going down, and warmed her insides up. 

It turned out that Catherine was one of Bruce's older friends, and had been one of his first major models. She had been in Europe for a while, but was back in California to stay. Julie guessed that Catherine was in her 30s. Julie found her stunning, with a graceful, slender, but well-rounded figure, with dark hair and eyes.  She was one of the most beautiful women Julie had ever met. 

Within minutes, Catherine had Julie talking about her entire life story, pausing only to take another drink of wine. 

Catherine smiled as she refilled the glass. 

"Don't you want any?" Julie asked.

"I'm fine dear, now what were you saying?" Catherine asked.

Julie continued talking and Catherine listened intently, smiling and encouraging.

Julie felt herself relax, and didn't even notice that Catherine had slowly moved very close to her. Nor did she notice that Catherine's hand was resting on her thigh. Julie looked in Catherine eyes and smiled as she took yet another drink of wine. The radio was playing "Dream Weaver". 

She felt warm and relaxed. She felt Catherine's hand stroking her thigh. How nice! She opened her legs a little more for her. She was starting to feel wet between her legs, and hoped Catherine wouldn't notice. She turned back to talk to her. Her face was very close to Julie's. Julie noticed the soft curve of Catherine's lips. She wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Catherine's eyes seemed huge. She almost felt as if she was falling into them.

Suddenly, Bruce came through the front door, shattering the moment. Julie looked up at him innocently and smiled. Bruce looked at her, and then at Catherine.

"Sorry to interrupt your seduction Catherine, but by all means, don't let me stop you," he said with a sly smile.

Julie didn't understand what was passing between them, but suddenly felt like a child among adults, and got up quickly. 

"Oh, she said, slurring her words, "I don't want t' interrup ya guys," she said, and started to stumble.

Why was the room spinning?

"Whooa, there," Bruce said catching her on one side. 

"Help me with her, would ya," he asked, but Catherine had already jumped up to support her on her other side. 

Julie passed out before they had left the living room.

"What'd you do, pour the whole bottle of wine down her throat?" Bruce grumbled at Catherine. 

"Not nearly so much--only four or five glasses actually."

"Laced with Bacardi?"

"Well, a little bit, but it was wasted anyway," Catherine declared.

"Wasted? How so?" 

"Well, you kind of spoiled the moment didn't you? And now she's passed out and I didn't even get into her pants."

Seeing his look, she took him to task. "Well, someone needs to loosen the young lady up and help her overcome her inhibitions, Catherine snapped. "I would have succeeded too if you hadn't walked in and spoiled the moment. Who knows when I'll get another crack at her? Why haven't you fucked her yet anyway?"

"She's very shy. I don't want her to feel coerced. Give her time," Bruce replied as they laid Julie out on her bed.

"Ah well, you can redeem yourself by sharing another bottle with me, and then fucking my brains out," Catherine declared.

Afterwards, they the shared another bottle and watched the Playboy channel for a while, and then retired to Bruce's room upstairs for the night. 

This situation continued throughout most of her freshman year. Numerous times she saw Bruce or other friends of his having sex throughout the house. The situation would not change until her freshman year was nearly over, when she met another new person who would become an important influence in her life--Sarah Parker.



A New Life for Julie Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Sarah's Project

June 1977

Sarah Parker drove down the boulevard in her convertible Corvette. The car's stereo was booming out a disco song by KC & the Sunshine band. 

"Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight," Sarah sang along.

Make that "make a lot of love" she thought to herself. Sarah had just picked up two men! She intended to get Julie, her new friend, laid, and this looked like the perfect opportunity. The two men were leaving for Chicago that night, but they had set a date for a week from this coming Saturday, when they were returning to finish up their business.

The spring semester at the University had just ended. Once again, Sarah had barely squeaked through good enough grades to avoid being expelled. She met John and Richard on the boardwalk at the beach. She went there sometimes when she was bored, wearing provocative clothing in the hopes of scoring a surfer or two. She was leaning over the rail along the parking lot, watching the beach, when they approached her.

John and Richard were on a quick business trip, and had taken the afternoon off before their plane left, but they had plans to return the following Friday. They decided to rent a couple of surfboards and took a rental car up to the beach. John had surfed at this beach several years ago, and he spent a few hours trying to teach Richard how to surf. Eventually the two gave up, turned in the surfboards, and ate at the snack bar, and then wandered along the boardwalk.

"Man, I wish we didn't have to fly back tonight," Richard had exclaimed as they veered off the boardwalk and headed back to the parking lot.

"Oh' we'll be back in a week, his friend John said. "Hey, red alert! Look over there at the railing!"

"Oh, she's a fox!," Richard explained. 

John nodded his head toward her. "Let's try to get something set up for next week!" 

"How do you do it?" Richard asked. "You just seem to be able to pick up girls so easily."

"It's just a matter of confidence and assertiveness," John said. "Sure, you get shot down some, but you score sometimes also. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"Now, watch me pick up that blonde fox over there," John said.

"No way! She's too gorgeous," Richard declared.

But John was already walking confidently up to her. Richard watched while John talked to her. They talked for a few moments, then she said something and pointed at him! John looked over at him for a moment, then said something and nodded, and then she nodded and took a pen and a piece of paper out of her purse. She wrote something down and handed it to him, and then walked away as John walked back over to Richard.

"What happened?" Richard asked eagerly.

"Well, John began. "We have a date with her."

"We? What do you mean?"

"She said she'd go out with me if you came along," John replied.

"What does that mean?"

"Either she has a roommate, or she wants a menage a' trois."

"What's that?"

Actually, a "troy" was Plan B in Sarah's mind. Plan A was to get her new uptight friend laid. It was spring break in her sophomore year, and Juliet had not been laid once that Sarah knew. Sarah was positive that Julie had not had sex once since she had known her--and may even be a virgin. Sarah was determined to change that. 

Sarah was well aware that Julie was a gorgeous fox. Sarah swung both ways, and would have liked to make love to her, but her friendship came first, and she didn't want to scare Julie off by making a pass at the wrong time. The first step was waking Julie up sexually. Sarah was sure that there was a hot slut just under the Catholic girl-next-door exterior. 

Julie had walked in on Sarah a few times in her apartment when she was fucking. Once when one of her numerous boyfriends was fucking her doggie style, another time when she was giving one of the football players a blowjob on the sofa, and another time when she was locked into a 69 with another girl from school. 

Each time she had apologized and left, but Sarah had noticed how her eyes lingered, and although she turned her head away, her cheeks were flushed, and not just from embarrassment.

She was locked up though. It would take some time, but Sarah knew that Julie envied Sarah's open sexuality. She just had to be careful, and maybe put her in a situation she couldn't really back out of. 

Sarah was the spoiled brat girl grown into an adult slut. Her father was rich, and was paying for her college, but Sarah rarely bothered to study. She did poor overall, and got enough good grades to stay in college by giving out a few blowjobs to some of the professors. Her report card was just good enough to keep her father from cutting off her allowance and taking away her cars, apartment, and credit cards.

The two girls had met a few months ago at the start of the semester in geometry class. Sarah had walked in the class on the first day. There were just a few open seats. Usually, she preferred to set in the back with some hunk, but when she saw Julie in the second row with an open seat to her right, she had a sudden gut feeling and took the seat. The two girls hit it off well, and when Sarah noticed how well Julie did on her papers and assignments, she decided to befriend the girl. 

Initially, the motivation had been to seek Julie's help. At that time, Julie was ready for a friend. Her shyness, combined with the culture at the University, had hampered the development of friendships. Therefore, Julie was willing to accommodate the beautiful and friendly girl who sat next to her. 

She let Sarah cheat off her test. Sarah was gratified when she saw Julie glance over at her, and then moved her test paper over a little to make it easier for Sarah to see. This was the first time Julie had saved her ass, but not the last time. Sarah had to admit it--without Julie, she would have flunked out of Geometry for sure. 

Since then the two had become nearly inseparable, although they were very different. Julie was dark and green-eyed, Sarah was blonde and brown-eyed. Julie was introverted, Sarah extroverted. Julie was the good Catholic girl, Sarah was the campus slut. Sarah had even given Julie a key to her apartment.

Even though her initial motivation for befriending Julie was less than pure, Sarah genuinely adored the shy girl, and saw her as an important project. The goal: to bring out the slut in Julie. She knew that Julie secretly wanted it. The slut inside her was just seething underneath layers of inhibitions--probably brought about by the way her uncle and aunt had raised her after the death of her parents and grandparents.

Sarah thought back to the time a couple of weeks ago when Juliet had walked in on her when she was locked into a 69 with Karen, a classmate from school. The two women had each other heads buried into their snatches, close to an explosive orgasm. Suddenly the door had swung open and Juliet had walked in.

Instead of immediately closing the door, she had lingered for just a moment before stepping back out with a mumbled apology, and Sarah was sure she had continued watching since she had not pulled the door all the way closed. After her and Karen were done, Karen went in to take a shower, and Sarah had gone into the living room to greet Julie. She noticed that Julie's cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard. It looked like she had just had an orgasm.

Another time the two girls were sitting in Sarah's apartment, watching a sexy movie together. Not a porno, but a pretty sexy movie. They were sucking on popsicles, and Karen glanced over to see Julie going down on the popsicle as if it were a stiff prick. She was sure Julie didn't even realize she was doing it--it was just pure instinct. Julie was shoving the popsicle back and forth in her mouth, the tip causing her cheek to bulge out with each in-stroke.  She was steeply reclined on the sofa, one leg kicked up over the arm of the sofa so that her legs were spread, and Sarah thought she saw a bit of moisture in the crotch of her shorts. The movie ended though, and Julie's popsicle fell apart and the sexy show was over. 

Sarah felt sure that if Julie had a little booze and some marijuana to help break down her inhibitions, and a naked man had appeared before her with a stiff prick, Julie would have fallen to her knees in a flash and started sucking him off. So all she had to do was set up the right situation. Knowing Julie, it would have to be a situation where Julie felt she was duty bound, but also drunk and/or high to help her overcome her inhibitions. That would be the combination that break through the barrier, Sarah felt sure.

Julie was already in her apartment when Sarah got home, listening to Sarah's new album, "The Grand Illusion" by the group Styx. She was looking through one of the many magazines Sarah had, and greeted her with a hug. As usual, Julie was wearing clothes that simply did not show off her body. Why did she wear such clothes? It was 1977, not 1957! The girl just didn't believe she was good looking. Sarah knew Julie was stunning, but had been conditioned by her aunt and uncle to believe that she was unattractive. That is the first thing that would have to change. 

She decided to tease Julie a little bit.

"I have a date for next weekend," Sarah announced as Julie sat down at the vanity in the bedroom as Sarah changed her clothes.

"You are so lucky. Guys just don't seem interested in me," Julie lamented.

"He's a really cute guy. I just can't wait. We are going to go dancing, and then I'm going to bring him back here, and oh, I'll bet he's got a cock to die for. I just can't wait to wrap my lips around it," Sarah whispered. 

"I wish I could be like you, Julie said with a sigh, having guys fall all over you and giving them blowjobs."

"Julie, don't be such a spaz! You could," Sarah said, looking at her.

Julie looked in the mirror, and then smiled at her friend and shook her head. "No, I know just where I stand. I'm afraid it would take more than a kind word to turn me into a sex kitten like you..."

"Oh bullshit!" Sarah said. She walked up and grasped her friend gently on the shoulders.

"You are beautiful!" Sarah tugged Julie's big glasses off, and peered through them. There did not appear to be hardly any magnification.

"Do you even need these?"

"Well, I'm supposed to wear them for reading, so with my school and all, I just wear them all the time, and besides my aunt made me do that so that I wouldn't lose them."

"Well, let's start by taking these off. When you are at your desk studying, or driving, then maybe wear them, otherwise, leave them off. I'll bet you don't really even need them."

"Now, your hair, she continued. "Let's undo that tight severe schoolmarm bun and feather your hair."

She let out Julie's hair and began brushing it out with strong confident strokes.

"There--shoot, you hardly even need a curling iron, your hair is naturally wavy."

"Why are you bothering?" Juliet asked. You're the one with the date."

"No, he had a friend, dig it? And WE are going on a double date, and I won't take no for an answer. We are going to the Shore Bird."

"The Shore Bird? But I'm only 19. Like, don't you have to be 21?" Julie asked.

"Yes, but I know a guy who will get you a fake ID. He works for the Department of Licensing. He gave me one in return for a blowjob I gave him, so I'm sure he'll do it again."

Julie giggled at first, but then started balking, getting nervous at the prospect of actually going on a date. What would happen if he saw her and rejected her? She voiced her concerns to Sarah.

"Julie! I need you now! You can't back out now, I have no way of calling them and canceling. If you don't show, I won't know what to do with two of them! You HAVE to do this now, for me!"

Actually, Sarah would have had no problem at all with two of them, but she didn't tell Julie that.

Julie was about to open her mouth, when Sarah put a finger firmly on her lips. 

"I won't hear another word. It's settled! It's going to be fun-city for us. Now, let's look at some different clothes for you to wear. I think we're both about the same size and weight," Sarah declared.

She stepped closer to Julie, looking down in her eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Sarah asked.

Julie just nodded.

"Okay, then let's try some different clothes on you." 

With that, Sarah grasped Julie's hands and pulled her to her feet. She started unbuttoning Julie's buttons to her blouse, and the astonished girl was speechless. She just gaped and watched as Sarah pulled Julie's baggy blouse off over her shoulders. Sarah ignored her protests, and in a flash, she had unsnapped and removed Julie's bra as well.

"Wow!" Sarah gushed. Your tits are like, awesome!"

Unable to help herself, she reached out and gently grasped Julie's tits. Julie froze, not sure what to do, but kept silent out of fear of offending her best friend. Before she could object or pull away though, Sarah's hands left her breasts, and then her friend quickly sat down on the bed and unbuckled Julie's pants and pulled them down as Julie stood before her. Sarah directed her to lift her legs clear one a time, and then she whipped her panties down as well before Julie could say "wait".

Sarah appraised Julie's body. She motioned for Julie to turn around slowly. Her ass was smooth and well-rounded, and she didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere. Her breasts were large and firm, her belly was smooth and flat. Her legs were beautiful and looked almost as if they were sculpted. She guessed that Julie had a 36", chest--probably a DD, but maybe even an E, a 25" waist, a 35" around the hips. Pretty close to her own measurements. 

"Man, you are a brickhouse fer sure!" Sarah gushed.

Julie shyly covered her breasts with one arm and covered her pubic mound with her other hand. 

"Now now, don't be afraid. Sarah encouraged softly, pulling her arms away. "You have a beautiful body. You could easily be a swimsuit model or a porn star. Let's have you try on some other outfits I have."

She went to her closet and pulled out some lingerie. She tossed Julie a black g-string, a pair of black fishnet stockings and garter belts, a pair of pumps, a black lace bra, and a filmy black teddy. She showed her how to put on the garter belts, and had her pull the g-string on top of them.

"You do it this way, because then you can pull them off without having to remove the garters. Men love the way women look in those. It feels sexy too. Dig it?"

Julie had to agree. Her heart was racing and she felt herself getting damp in her pussy.

"Now, lay back on the sofa here," Sarah encouraged her friend. "Hmmmm. You know what? Let's take off that bra and the g-string." 

She arranged Julie in a similar pose to what one would see in a men's magazine. 

"Come on, relax and trust me," she said as she moved Julie's legs gently apart.

"Now, hold still," she said as she got up and walked over to get her full-length mirror. She lifted it with some difficulty and brought it over to where Julie was posed on the sofa and swung it around to face her.

"Look at yourself. Do you recognize the girl in the mirror?" she asked.

Julie could not believe her eyes. The woman in the mirror looked like someone else--right out of one of Bruce's Penthouse magazines. She felt herself getting warm, and her nipples tighten. She was getting turned on!

Sarah peeked around the mirror and smiled at Julie.

"Well?"

"I--I don't believe it!" Julie managed to stammer out.

Sarah moved her head up close to the side of Julie's head, and spoke into her ear:

"Repeat after me. I am a foxy babe," Sarah told her.

When Julie hesitated, Sarah repeated it more forcefully. "Say it!" she demanded.

"I am a foxy babe," Julie said with a slight giggle.

"Again!" Sarah told her.

"I'm a foxy babe," Julie said, a grin widening on her face.

"Okay, now that we've got that straight, come on. We need to take you shopping and get some better clothes for you."

"Okay," Julie said meekly and stood up.

"Hey silly. You'll pick up a guy pretty damn quick, but you would probably get arrested first if you went to the mall like that. Come on and get dressed. You can wear your old clothes for now, but when you walk out of that mall, you won't be wearing those. It's your birthday tomorrow, and I am going to get you dressed up!"

Their first stop at the mall, was at Fredericks of Hollywood. Sarah used one of the credit cards her father had given her and bought Julie new underwear, several pairs of shear black bikini-style panties, g-strings, garter belts, sheer French stockings, a black teddy, and two black lace bras. 

"Black is sexy--especially on you," she explained.

At other stores she bought tank tops, low cut tops, and form fitting Hash jeans--tight around the butt with bell-bottom legs. At another store, she bought slit skirts. Within an hour, Julie was walking in the store in a tight blouse, a short skirt, stockings and garter belts, which were barely covered by the skirt, and pumps on her feet. She struggled walking with the pumps but Sarah promised that she would get used to them.

They walked down a side corridor on their way back to Sarah's corvette, when suddenly Sarah grabbed Julie's arm, nearly unbalancing her.

"Wait, she said. "Here's one of those photograph machines."

Indeed it was. It was a photograph booth where one could insert a quarter and get a Polaroid photograph. One quarter would produce a strip of four Polaroid photos that would take a few minutes to develop. Inside was a stool that one could raise and lower by turning it, and a full-length blue curtain could be pulled shut for privacy.

Sarah looked around. They were the only ones around. Then looked more carefully at the photo booth. The coin slot was on the outside

"Let me go first," she said, handing Julie a few quarters.

She got inside, raised the seat some, and sat down. She looked in the mirror and brushed her hair a little, then told Julie to insert some quarters. Julie peered inside and pushed the button to shoot as Sarah moved around in various poses. After a few minutes, Julie handed her the pictures as they came out. Suddenly Sarah stood up and turned the seat a bit higher. Then to Julie's astonishment, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it along with her bra. 

"Sarah!" she hissed, looking around.

"It's okay!, Sarah insisted. "The curtain gives me privacy. Go ahead and push the button." 

After several topless pictures, Sarah put her blouse back on and stuffed the bra into her purse. Julie could not help but giggle.

"Now it's your turn," Sarah said, getting out. "Besides, we need a picture for the fake ID."

"Okay, are you sure you can get it?" Julie asked.

"I guarantee you, if this guy gets a pair of lips wrapped around his cock he'll do anything for you. Most guys will. Now get in the booth."

As Julie sat down inside, Sarah fed the machine more quarters, and took a few pictures. A strip came out after a few minutes. Satisfied she had a good picture for Julie's fake ID, she decided to push Julie further. 

"Now take off your top," she directed.

"What! No way!"

"Go on!, Sarah insisted. "I did it!" 

"No way!" Julie hissed.

"Do it! Now!" she said louder and more forcefully.

Julie caved in, afraid that Sarah would get louder and attract attention, she decided to do as she was told. It seemed as if another force was guiding her hands as she unbuttoned her blouse, not willing to defy her friend's wishes. She carefully shrugged off her blouse in the confined space and let it slip from her smooth shoulders. Sarah reached in and pulled it out, in case Julie tried to put it on again.

"Now the bra."

"No, I can't do that!"

"Yes you can. Do it! Now!" Sarah ordered her.

Julie reached around and unsnapped her bra, and Sarah reached in and pulled it away from her chest and out of the booth before Julie could change her mind.




A New Life for Julie Ch. 02



Stuffing the bra in her purse, she turned her attention back to Julie in the booth, who had her arms crossed over her chest.

"Okay, put your arms down. Now! Okay, now pose, move to the side a little, there, Sarah said as she pushed the camera button. 

"Now, put your hands behind your head and arch your back a little--yes, like that! There you go," Sarah encouraged her.

Julie complied reluctantly and nervously, and the booth's camera clicked repeatedly.

"Now, turn to the side just a little and then turn your head at the camera, good," she said as she took more shots. 

Sarah noticed that Julie was starting to get into it a little, perhaps was even enjoying this. Her nipples were perking up as her chest heaved somewhat from her heavier breathing, and her faced was flushed. Sarah paused to take something out of her purse.

Julie's jaw dropped when she saw the dildo Sarah had thrust through the curtain.

"SARAH!" she squealed.

"Take this," Sarah ordered.

To Julie, it seemed as if she watched her own hand, controlled by someone else, reach out and grasped Sarah's dildo. 

"Now, put it in your mouth," Sarah directed firmly.

"Sarah!" Julie squealed in protest.

"Go on, do it. No one can see. These are just for you and I to see. Wait until you see the pictures!" Sarah said.

Julie hesitated.

"Do it now, or else I won't give you your blouse back!" Sarah told her forcefully.

Julie brought the dildo up to her mouth tentatively, her mouth opening a little. Sarah took another shot.

"Go on, don't be afraid, put it in your mouth and start moving it back and forth. Do it!" she ordered.

Julie complied, bowing to Sarah's will power. What choice did she have? If she didn't Sarah seemed apt to walk off with her blouse and bra, leaving Julie to streak out of the mall topless. Julie squirmed on the stool a bit as she put the dildo in her mouth, and started moving it back and forth. She felt her nipples tighten and her pussy get wet under her skirt. She felt warm. Saliva filled her mouth and soon she forgot where she was. She was in a haze of arousal as she pumped the dildo in and out, bobbing her head.

"Move your head to the side a little," Sarah told her.

Julie barely heard her, but complied nonetheless. She moved her head to the side, continuing to bob her head on the dildo. She moaned with lust around the ersatz cock, wishing it was real. Sarah took more shots. She made sure she pulled one aside and stuck it in her purse.

"Okay, that's enough," she said. "Come on, more people are coming over this way. Here, put your blouse back on. Let's see that." She pulled the dildo out of Julie's mouth with a pop and stuck it in Julie's purse. Julie hurriedly grabbed her blouse to put it on.

"No time for the bra, you can put it back on later," Sarah said. Actually what she really wanted was for Julie to walk through the mall with those magnificent tits stretched against the filmy material of her white blouse, nipples poking through.

Julie pulled her blouse on and buttoned it. On the way back through the mall, she made quite a sight, with her tits showing right through her blouse, her mouth open and her face flushed. 

Later, Sarah gave Julie all the pictures, except for the one she was going to use for Julie's fake ID, and a couple more she squirreled away in her purse, one with her topless, and another with the dildo pushed into her mouth.

"I'll call Gil tomorrow--that's my friend at the DOL, and give him your picture, and I'll see you Monday," she told Julie.

The next day Sarah met Gil for lunch. She explained what she wanted--a fake ID for her friend.

"Do you have a picture I can use?" he asked. 

"How about one of these?" Sarah asked with a sly grin.

She gave him the pictures she had kept from Julie. One was a shot of Julie topless, turned to the side a little, with her hands clasped up behind her head causing her breasts to jut forward. Another shot of Julie blowing the dildo.

"Do you think one of these will work?" she asked him.

He looked at the pictures. Julie's head was turned to the side, her eyes closed with lust, her tits hanging out with nipples stiff. The dildo was deep in her mouth, pushing out her cheek.

"Nice, but unless she's looking for a blowjob license I can't use this. "

"That's just to whet your appetite," Sarah admitted. 

"I was going to ask if she was willing to pay the price, but seeing this, I'd say clearly she is," he replied.

"Here's one you can actually use," she said as she handed one of the earlier shots to him.

"I'll be over at your place at 7 p.m. Wednesday," he said.



A New Life for Julie Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - The Price for a Night Out on the Town

June 1977

"What! Julie exclaimed. "ME?"

"Yes, of course--I told you that was the price."

"But, but, I thought you were going to do it!"

"I'm sorry--I thought you understood. Anyway, I offered, but when he saw your pretty picture, he wanted you instead. And after all, it makes sense. It's something you're getting, not me. It's YOUR fake ID, not mine."

Julie had come running up to Sarah in the Student Union building. So far, she had been asked out six times so far that day. 

"Far out! It makes a big difference when you dress to attract men rather than repel them."

So far, she had said neither yes nor no, not sure how to react.

"That's easy, Sarah replied. "If you like how they look and act, you accept. If they're, like, a good fuck and have a nice dick, then you go out with them again. Dig?"

The two had sat down at a table in the SUB's cafeteria and were eating sandwiches and salads when Sarah had explained what Julie would need to do.

"Sarah, I didn't expect this! I've never done anything like this! I don't know what to do!"

"Oh I think you know. You were doing quite good in the photo booth."

"That was without anyone else around but you! This is for real! HEY, you didn't show him that picture did you?" she asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Julie, I wouldn't do that to you! I promised! Besides, I gave you the pictures! How could you think that?"

Julie felt shame welling up in her.

"I'm so sorry Sarah, I really shouldn't accuse you of anything like that," Julie said, dismayed.

"It's okay, if the shoe was on the other foot, I probably would have said the same thing."

"It's just that I didn't expect this. I've never done this before." 

"Relax. Isn't this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be more like me. It's okay. I'll teach you. I'll show you. You can't stay an oral virgin forever. What, are you going to blow fake dildos forever? I'll take care of you, babe. Trust me."

"Okay, Julie said nervously. 

"I promise that you'll be glad you did, and you'll never even think of passing up another chance to suck cock. Now, after school, I want you to go home, and think about what it felt like having that dildo going in and out of your mouth. A real cock is much, much better, then be at my place Wednesday by 5 p.m."

Wednesday evening, Julie arrived at Sarah's apartment as instructed. She was nervous but relaxed a little when she saw Sarah's smile as the door opened. 

"Come in and sit down," Sarah told her.

Julie complied, sitting on the couch. Sarah handed her a glass of whisky. 

"This will help relax you a bit," she said, pouring her glass full. 

Sarah had her stereo playing "Love Hangover" by Diana Ross.

"I have something else that will help you relax."

She set a bong on the coffee table, and lit the bowl. Taking a few puffs herself, she sat down by Julie and told her how to use it, and then let Julie smoke for a few minutes while she went to get more booze. 

She kept talking and supplying Julie with pot and alcohol. After a while, she stopped pouring alcohol. She didn't want Julie passing out, just warm, relaxed and uninhibited.

"Okay, now we're going to do a dress rehearsal." She pulled out the dildo Julie had sucked on in the photo booth. 

"Take this." She said as Julie eagerly grasped the dildo. "Now watch this porno video. There are a lot of blowjobs, but I'm going to teach you how to do it right."

Sarah turned off the stereo and turned on her television set, then she pushed the button on her new VHS set and slipped in a tape, and pushed the play button.

"First, she suggested as the movie started, "let's take off our tops."

Julie dutifully unbuttoned her top and shrugged it off her shoulders and removed her bra, as Sarah pulled her tube top off. Sarah wanted their tits exposed when Jim walked through the door to help him get hard faster.

After a few minutes, Julie was sucking hard on the dildo while she watched the video, emulating the action she saw on the screen. By the time the movie was over, there was a knock on the door just as the final credits were rolling. 

Sarah looked over at Julie. She looked so horny and stoned, her inhibitions were completely overwhelmed!

"Come on Julie," Sarah encouraged. "Now, do exactly what I tell you, understand?" she asked.

Julie nodded.

Sarah opened the door and Jim walked in. He was tall, and then, with reddish brown hair and a thick mustache.

He gaped at them both, but especially at Julie's magnificent tits. Julie smiled at him. Sarah had Julie remove her shorts and underwear next, and then took off her own.

Sarah introduced him to Julie and offered him a drink. They sat around the sofa and talked for a few minutes while Jim drank his booze, gaping at Julie's tits between swallows. When he set the glass down, Sarah told Jim to stand up, and he sprang to his feet. She walked up and undid his belt and jeans, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them as Sarah beckoned Julie over. 

Sarah pushed down gently on Julie's shoulder and she folded to her knees in front of Jim. Sarah knelt beside her and guided Julie's hand up to his cock which was pushing through the underwear. It was already stiffening up.

"Feel it," Sarah said. Julie reached out and grasped the stiff cock tentatively through the cotton material. She let out a gasp and Sarah saw her tongue flick out and lick her lips. Sarah guided her to pull his underwear down.

"Now, stroke it some, put your hand around it at the base there, there you go, and stroke it back and forth, gently--a little more firmly, there you go. Now, pull it toward your mouth, and lick it up and down, let me show you."

With that, she pulled the cock toward her own mouth and stuck her tongue out, and tongued Jim's cock up and down the stalk. 

"Come here and do one side while I do the other," she told Julie.

Julie complied, and each of them licked up and down each side of Jim's dick, which grew stiffer yet.

"Now watch this," Sarah told her pupil, and with that she opened her mouth wide and took Jim's cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, and started bobbing her head back and forth while she stroked him around the base. She gradually built up more speed, and almost forgot that this was about Julie and showing her "the ropes." 

Pulling Jim's cock out of her mouth with a pop, she smiled with encouragement at Julie and pointed his cock over toward Julie's mouth.

Julie closed her eyes as her lips wrapped around the turgid prick. She sucked hard and started bobbing her head back and forth, copying Sarah. 

"There you go," Sarah encouraged.

Julie could feel the veins and thin skin against her sensitive tongue as his prick slid back and forth, and loved the feel of it.

"Stroke it with your hand while you suck--yes, just like that," Sarah coached.

"Now, flick the tip with your tongue, like this," she said, as she pulled the cock toward her mouth again. Her tongue reached out and flicked the sensitive head, making it quiver. Jim moaned above them.

Again, Julie watched carefully and when Sarah passed his cock back over, she emulated Sarah's teasing tongue. 

"Get the underside, it's a lot more sensitive there," Sarah said, providing another tip.

After a few moments of licking his shaft up and down, Julie was anxious to put it back in her mouth. She licked slowly up the underside, reached the head, and swirled her tongue around, teasing the slit, then plunged her head back down, letting the underside slide along her tongue. 

Julie bobbed her head up and down for a while, this time going deeper, stroking his cock as it slid in and out of her lips. 

"Try taking it a little deeper, yes, just like that..." Sarah said as the cock disappeared, inch by inch, into the beautiful girl's mouth.

Sarah's guided Julie's hand back up to the base of Jim's prick.

"Keep stroking it as you go back and forth, keep your mouth moist--yes, just like that, and suck on it as you pull back each time--but not too hard! There you go! Good girl," she said as Julie's cheeks hollowed with her sucking effort.

"That's it, keep going--back and forth--keep your mouth moist, there you go. Keep stroking." 

Sarah got up off her knees for a minute to take a drink of whisky. She looked back to see how Julie was doing. She could see that Julie was going to be a natural at this. She seemed to have pretty strong cock-sucking instincts, and needed only a little more instruction. 

Sarah was also moved by how beautiful the sight of Julie sucking cock was. She was settled comfortably on her knees. Sarah looked at her well-shaped legs, her perfectly rounded ass, and smooth back and slender waist, up to her thick black hair that was swaying back and forth as she instinctively bobbed her head--gradually faster, building up tempo. The sound of her sucking and slurping filled the room.

The girl's eyes were closed in concentration, her cheek bulging out with each in-stroke, as Jim's cock pushed against the inside of her cheek, and then hollowing again with each outstroke as she continued sucking hard. She also noted that Julie had no trouble going down deep without gagging, almost to the root. This was without any training in deep throat techniques. Sarah was impressed.

Looking down at Julie's thighs, she could just see a dribble of her pussy juice running down the inside of her thigh. Sarah knew it was turning Julie on big time, just from her intense concentration and flushed face as well as her enthusiasm and erect nipples, but this was really far out!

"That's it, you are really doing good. I can really see you are a natural-born cock-sucker!" she gushed. "Now you're doing the right thing if you want him to cum, but if you want to prolong it and build him up more you need to pause a little, and lick him a little bit on the outside. There you go. Grip him fairly hard at the base to keep him from cumming too soon, but don't stroke anymore yet."

Julie complied, pausing him to lick him up and down the shaft once again. 

"Okay, he's pretty close to cumming. You can taste the pre-seminal fluid coming out of the head right now," she said as Julie licked his prickhead. 

Julie loved the taste, but wanted his cock between her lips again. She plunged back down with a moan, sliding the cock back into her mouth as deep as it would go, and started bobbing her head furiously back and forth, sucking hard. She moaned around her mouthful of cock, squirming with lust on her knees.

Sarah gave up on trying to get Julie to prolong it any longer.

"Okay, when he comes, you'll know it. You can either pull back and let him spray on your face, or swallow it. They love it when you swallow, but it's also fun to have it splash all over your face and tits, so it's your choice. If you swallow, pull back a little at first so you don't gag and have it go down the wrong pipe. If it's a big wad, you need to be prepared to swallow quite a bit of his cum, but try to taste it first.

Julie muffled her acknowledgement, her mouth too full of cock to reply coherently. She bobbed her head furiously back and forth, stroking the base of his cock with one hand, bracing herself against his thigh with the other. 

"He's going to cum any minute!" Sarah practically yelled.

Jim was nearly delirious with ecstasy, and near the breaking point. He was sawing his stiff aching prick back and forth in Julie's lips, and his eyes were starting to roll back in his head. 

"Now, ease up on your grip and stroke a couple of times as you suck him!" Sarah shouted excitedly.

As Julie eased her grip around his cock, Jim could no longer help himself. He grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting hard into her mouth, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth. He felt himself explode after about three more pumps. It was incredible--one of the most powerful cums he had every experienced.

It was incredible for Julie as well. The minute she felt his cum hit the back of her throat she felt an orgasm explode in her as well. Amazingly, her cunt was juicing and throbbing with an orgasm--even without any direct stimulation! From that moment on, she would be a confirmed blowjob queen, and would find herself unable to resist folding to her knees at the sight of a cock. 

Sarah watched in awe as Julie gulped down the jism. Julie could not help but smile and a big glob of white cum leaked out the corners of her mouth and dripped down the sides of her cheeks. He was pumping so much, she couldn't take it down fast enough. It poured over her lips and spilled out over her chin. She was finally forced to pull the head out of her mouth to keep from choking, but continued stroking Jim's prick with her hand. 

Blast after blast hit her cheek with each stroke. It covered the lower part of her pretty face and dribbled down to her tits, and then off the tip of one of her nipples. She slipped his cock back into her mouth and continued her bobbing motions, squeezing his cock gently to try to milk out every last drop of his cum as she continued her sucking. She felt so dirty, but so hot, on her knees with a cock in her mouth, and cum not only filling her mouth, but all over her face and tits.

Jim was still moaning, pumping one of the biggest loads he had ever shot--all over her face and tits. Eventually he had emptied his load, but Julie stayed on his cock for a few more moments, sucking out every last drop, and licking him clean. She sighed when she finally pulled his soft cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him, cum streaking down her face and chest with a huge smile on her face. 

"Wow, he exclaimed. That was one hell of a blowjob, he said as he pulled up his underwear and pants. "...one of the best I've ever had. You've certainly earned this," he said as he pulled her fake ID out of his wallet and handed it to her. 

He pulled up his pants, and tucked his shirt back in. 

"I've got to go--guess I'll see you later," he said as he walked out, closing the door behind him. Just like that--it was over.



A New Life for Julie Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Julie's Double Date with Sarah

Julie was still on her knees as Jim left, rubbing his cum into her tits and shoveling the globs of jism on her face into her mouth. She wished there was another stiff cock in front of her. She looked over at her chum Sarah.

Sarah grinned back at her.

"You like the taste, don't you?" she asked.

Julie grinned back and nodded. 

"Yes, I love it," she said as she scooped up what cum she could and licked it off her fingers.

"Me too," Sarah admitted. "I don't know what it is. A lot of women don't like it."

"It makes me feel so fucking hot and sexy, Julie replied. "Just realizing what's happening, what I'm doing, I can't explain it."

Julie paused and looked up into Sarah's grinning face. Then she jumped up and hugged her chum.

"Julie, that was SO HOT!" Sarah declared. "I wish I had a motion picture camera and had filmed it!"

Julie was enthralled, and happy. She was determined she would do as much of this as she could.

"Oh Sarah, I LOVED it! I want to do this all the time!" she shrieked.

"Oh you will Julie, Sarah promised. "Wait until this next weekend. I guarantee you that you are going to have the time of your life," Sarah told her. "Aren't you glad you don't have to be afraid of sex anymore?" 

Julie smiled at her.

"Thanks so much. I guess I needed a little push."

The two women hugged and Sarah felt herself getting even more horny. She resisted the urge to try to seduce Julie--the moment wasn't quite right.

"Listen, I've got to clean up and go. I've got to fix Bruce a supper tonight."

"Okay hon, meet me here Friday night by 7 for our date, okay?" she asked as she picked up the phone. Julie nodded, promising to do so. By this time, she had cleaned off her face and was picking up her purse to go home.

The two hugged one more time as Julie left.

With that, she left as Sarah called one of her boyfriends over.

The weekend arrived quickly, but not quite quickly enough for Julie. She was so horny from giving her first blowjob, she was still sweating and restless when she got home that night. When she reached for her purse to put on her dresser, she felt something unfamiliar. She looked inside, and then suddenly remembered that Sarah had left one of her dildos inside Julie's purse and apparently had forgotten about it. 

Julie squealed with delight, and used it to fuck herself for half the night until she collapsed in exhaustion. She wound up sleeping in and was late for class the next day.

The rest of the week passed more quickly, but by the time the weekend arrived, Julie was feeling nervous, but extremely horny again. Sarah called her Friday to tell her that John had called her, and that he and Richard were back in town and ready for their date.

She arrived on time at Sarah's apartment, dressed according to her friend's instructions. She wore a filmy low-cut bright teal blouse that matched her eyes and showed off her tits, and a black skirt that came halfway down her thigh, but had a slit on the side. Underneath she wore a black lace bra, a g-string instead of panties, and a pair of sheer black stockings held up by a pair of garter belts. She wore a pair of pumps on her feet. 

Sarah helped her prepare her hair, using the curling iron and a brush to get a good feather to it. Then helped her with her make-up.

Julie was so beautiful she didn't really need make-up, Sarah thought enviously. Sarah considered some blush, but her cheeks already tended to flush easily naturally, in spite of her olive complexion. She decided against eye shadow, because it might draw attention away from her jade eyes. She didn't add lip gloss, because it would smear if they started necking, and her lips already had a good color. She finally decided on just a little bit of mascara to help emphasize her eyes.

They were almost ready when the doorbell to Sarah's apartment rang. Julie turned to go open it, but Sarah grabbed her arm.

"Wait! Never, ever, open it on the first ring! Always let it ring at least two or three times before you open it!" Sarah advised.

"But why?" Julie wondered.

"Because you don't want to seem too eager," Sarah explained.

Julie didn't understand why not, but decided to drop it. The doorbell rang again, and this time Sarah slowly approached the door and let them in. Both men were well-dressed and handsome. Sarah introduced Julie to John and Richard, and then advised the two men to relax on the sofa while she and Julie finished getting ready. The men were experienced enough to realize how long it took for women to get ready for a date and relaxed on the sofa.

Back in Sarah's room, Julie gushed over John.

"He is such a hunk," she marveled.

"I actually think Richard is cute. Why don't we switch? You take John, and I'll take Rich?"

"Really?" Julie replied. "That sounds great!"

Julie was about to go back out, when Sarah grabbed her arm.

"Wait!"

"What for? Julie asked. "We're ready to go."

"Same thing as before--always make them wait just a little bit. Trust me on this!"

Back in the living room, the two men had similar thoughts.

"Say, would you mind if we switched dates?" John asked.

"You mean I could have the blonde? Sure!" Richard gushed, who had not been able to get Sarah out of his mind since he first saw her on the waterfront.

A few minutes later, the girls came out of the bedroom, declaring that they were ready to go. Sarah walked up and let Richard take her arm, and John took Julie's arm, and together they went downstairs to the garage. John led them to his rental, and the two men opened the doors for them. 

"They call it the 'Score Bird'," Sarah had explained to Julie with a giggle earlier before the men had arrived. The Shore Bird was one of the hottest clubs in southern California. After parking the car, the two men paid the cover fee, and after showing their ID, they entered the club.

Julie had a magnificent time that night. First, in the restaurant part of the club, they had a wonderful dinner. Then they went upstairs to the dance floor. They found a perfect table in a corner, and the two men kept plenty of cocktails coming. Daquiris, Tequila Sunrises, Mai Tais, and others. Julie loved the music and loved to dance. 

In between drinks, she danced to "I Wish" by Stevie Wonder, "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing," by Leo Sayer, and then she switched partners for one song and all four of them danced to "Play that Funky Music" by Wild Cherry, and then "Shame" by Evelyn Champagne King. 

Sarah was already getting tired, but Julie had plenty of energy left. She finished her Tequila Sunrise and pulled John out on to the dance floor again when "Turn the Beat Around" by Vicki Sue Robinson came on. Julie reveled to the electrifying beat of the song, practically wearing out her partner.

After a rest, Sarah returned to the dance floor with Rich again when "Rubber Band Man" by The Spinners came on. Julie wanted to continue, but acceded to John's request for a break.

She sat drinking her cocktail. She felt John's hand stroking her thigh. His fingers traced the strap of her garter belt and moved to the inside of her thigh. She decided she liked how it felt and spread her legs a little to give him more room.

John wondered if he could get her to blow him right there in the club. He had noticed a few people getting it on discretely in a similar manner elsewhere in the club. 

If he could get her to stop dancing! He thought, as she dragged him out on the dance floor again. He would have to wait until they were out of here. He decided it was time to try to get the group to leave. If they stayed much longer, this girl was going to wear him out just from the dancing. To his delight though, "the Hustle" was the next song and some people were doing "touch dancing". He was actually pretty good at this and Julie was a natural. She kept her hand grasped in his and let him spin her back and forth and around. He led her through side breaks and wheels. 

By the time the song was over the crowd had made room for them and most of the other dancers had stopped to watch them. At the song's conclusion, he spun her into her arms and she laughed with delight. The crowd cheered and the DJ made a big fuss out of them. 

The next song was "Beth" by Kiss. John held her close through the slow dance. She snuggled up to him and they danced through the song. He reached down and tilted her chin up and kissed her. He was somewhat surprised by the passion of her return, and felt his cock stiffen up as she moved against him. When they walked off the dance floor his rock-hard cock was tenting out his white slacks for everyone to see. 

Julie noticed too. At first she giggled and her face turned red in the cheeks--that is, more red than it already was, but then she looked again and licked her lips.

At this point, they were all ready to leave. John noticed that Rich and Sarah had their hands in each other's laps.

It was definitely time to go.

Outside, it was a warm dark night. In the parking lot, Rich and Sarah went to get the car, and John said he and Julie would wait in the driveway. 

As they waited for the other couple to bring the car, Julie leaned back against John who stood behind her. John was rubbing her shoulders, and it felt good. She relaxed and enjoyed the warm night breeze on her face and John's arms wrapped around her waist. She snuggled back against him.

John gently ran his hands up and down her slender waist, and around along her flat stomach. He carefully moved higher and soon had his hands on her tits. She allowed him to massage her tits through the thin silky top she wore. John gently squeezed and massaged her large firm tits. He felt the nipples harden up between his fingers. His stiff prick was pushing out his tight bell-bottomed slacks.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly and leaned back into him. His hands felt nice. She tilted her head to the side and he started kissing her soft neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. 

He couldn't take it anymore. His balls were aching and his prick felt like it was going to explode. He looked around, considering his options. 

For a minute he considered taking her into the parking lot out of sight of the club and bending her over one of the cars, lifting her dress and fucking her from behind right there in the parking lot. He knew there would be a risk of getting busted by the cops, but his cock was screaming for action so hard he considered risking it. Would she go for that though? If he had known she would not resist, he may well have done it right then, but at that moment, Richard and Sarah came driving up in the car.

All through the drive back to her apartment, Sarah could hear John and Julie in the back seat. She glanced over their shoulder and saw that they were practically dry-fucking. She decided she could not neglect Richard and was busy jacking him as he tried to concentrate on driving. They managed to reach her apartment safely though. 

Sarah led them up to her apartment. She noted that both men looked horny as could be. She giggled. Men looked so funny when they tried to walk normally with a massive hard on and tight pants! John had a boner that was threatening to burst right through his slacks. His balls must be aching by now, Sarah realized. 

Julie looked lusty. Her face was flush, her mouth open, and her dress had been pushed up so that you could see the tops of her stockings and the garter belt straps holding them up. Sarah smiled and unlocked her apartment.

They all went inside and she turned on some low lighting and put on some records--Fleetwood Mac's "Rumors" and the Eagles' "Hotel California." The stereo would drop one at a time until they had both been played.

She got out her stash and they all relaxed in her living room, sitting on the floor with a bunch of pillows so they could sit closer together while they listened to music and smoked.

"What is this anyway?" Julie asked as a joint was passed to her, and regretted it. Of course it was Pot.

"Why Marijuana of course," Sarah giggled. They all giggled.

Julie inhaled and they all got high together. The room was getting warm after a few minutes. She was enjoying the company, the music, and the pot, and also enjoyed the way John was stroking her thigh. She liked the way it made her feel. He had nice hands, she decided. She opened up her legs more to make it easier, and he continued stroking higher and higher. She wanted him to continue what he was doing. They all giggled and told jokes, and Julie became absorbed watching Sarah's orange lava lamp.

She suddenly realized that John was stroking her pussy through her silky panties. She nearly pulled away reflexively, but after the initial surprise, she decided she liked the feel of it. Why not? She felt her pussy getting wet as John ran his fingers up and down the slit through the wet filmy panties. It was a little embarrassing. She hoped he wouldn't think that she had pissed herself, but it felt so good. With a soft moan, she moved her legs apart more. Encouraged, he slipped his fingers underneath the panties and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. She was getting hot and sweaty. It was hot in the room, and it was beginning to feel a bit stuffy. Suddenly she stood up.

"What are you doing?" John asked, suddenly worried that she would leave.

"I'm hot, I need to step out on the balcony for a little bit," she replied.

"Why don't you just take off your top--like she did," he said, pointing over at Sarah.

Julie looked over at her friend and saw, to her astonishment, that Sarah was bare from the waist up! 

"Go on Julie, take off your top," Sarah urged her.

Julie hesitated just a moment, then smiled and quickly unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse and shrugged it off.

"and the bra," Sarah told her.

Why not? They were all friends here. Julie grinned and removed the bra by pulling it up and over her head.

Sarah giggled and jiggled her tits.

Julie giggled back and jiggled her tits as well as the two men looked on.

John pulled her toward him and she fell into his lap. He tilted her chin up with his fingers and they kissed passionately.

He sat back on the couch, pulling her with him, and she straddled his lap, kissing him back passionately. 

After a few minutes of kissing, he bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. 

Oh God! That felt so good. She writhed and closed her eyes, shuddering with intense pleasure.

He sucked hard for a few minutes, then transferred his attention to her other breast. Back and forth he went, licking and kissing his way from one breast to the other, sucking for about a minute, and then back again to the other side.

He stopped, and she moaned, pulling his head back down to her breasts.

"Julie, he said. Wait a minute." 

She paused, her mind was hazy from the pot and lust. She looked up into his eyes. 

"Look at what they're doing over there!" he directed her gaze around.

She looked around, and saw her best friend kneeling on the floor, her head bobbing up and down Rich's shaft. Memories of her first blowjob the previous weekend came back to her, and she felt a new flood of wetness in her pussy. She slid off John's lap on to the floor at his feet and watched Sarah and Rich for a few moments. She watched with fascination as Rich's cock slid in and out of Sarah's stretched lips.

Suddenly, she felt John's hand on her head, urging her back around. She spun around, and found herself face-to-face with his stiff cock, waving in front of her face. John steered her head with her wide-open mouth onto his achingly stiff boner. She opened her lips and took him in, almost cumming as his cock slid down her throat. She moaned around his cock, bobbing up and down, Sarah and Rich were now completely forgotten--the whole universe was in her mouth.

She moaned and luxuriated on the feel of John's salty-tasting cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could taste the pre-seminal fluid leaking out of the spongy head. She paused a moment, wanting to draw out the moment more, and licked his shaft, teasing the head and the tiny slit at it's tip some, just like Sarah taught, then she plunged back down, taking his cock deep, almost to the base. She moved her hand out of the way and opening her mouth wide, found she could go down all the way.

He stopped and pulled her mouth off for a moment. 

"Wait, let me get down on the floor," he said. 

He laid down and she started sucking him again, but this time he wanted a taste of her pussy. Reaching down, he tried to pull off her skirt. She helped him and then pulled off her panties. 

He guided her hips around until she saw his intent, and then moved one of her knees up and over his head, and straddled his face. She settled down, bringing her pussy close where he could reach it with his tongue. Since she was somewhat tall for a girl, it was easy for them. With a girl who was shorter, if she had her pussy on his face, she often couldn't reach his cock, and if she pulled up so she could suck his cock, he couldn't reach her pussy. With Julie however, she had no problem. She sat on his face, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her closer.

For Julie, it was a first. It was thrilling, sucking his cock while he ate her out. She found that the curve of his prick actually worked better this way--it was a lot easier to swallow when the curve followed her throat than when it curved the opposite direction of her throat! 

She loved it--giving and receiving attention orally at the same time. She was already getting closer to an orgasm. Her hips were undulating on John's face, and she felt his hands gripping her ass, trying to hold her close to his mouth so he could keep his lips on her clit. She found it hard to concentrate on her blowjob, but she did her best, and finally just let herself go into an autopilot mode, and let instinct take over. She no longer even tried to hold her hips still--that was John's problem. He grabbed her hips firmly and struggled to hold her cunt close to his mouth

Meanwhile, Julie continued bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sucking hard, no longer paying attention to any other detail, as waves of pleasure washed through her body. She was thrashing on top of him, whimpering around his cock, trying not to scream.

Underneath her, John held on around her hips, struggling gamely to keep his mouth on her clit. He sucked hard on it, as he felt her "Hoovering" his dick. His balls were aching. He couldn't hold on much longer. This vixen had him worked up so much! Suddenly, he felt contractions starting in his groin. He came almost violently, spraying hard into Julie's mouth.

For Julie, the feel of his cum hitting the back of her throat reminded her of when she was a child, and had squirted a squirt-gun in her mouth, except that it was much more viscous than water, and therefore a little harder to swallow. 

Finally, she felt his dick start to soften in her mouth. She rolled off of him, luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Bravo!" Sarah cheered. Her and Richard had already had their first orgasm, and were sitting cross-legged on the floor, naked, sharing another joint. 

After about 15 minutes of smoking pot and listening to Pink Floyd, they were ready to go again.

Julie had been stroking John's semi-hard shaft with one hand, while using her free hand to toke on the joint as it was passed around. She squirmed around naked on the carpet, feeling intensely horny again. Finally unable to stand it any longer, she turned and gently pushed John down flat on the carpet and crawled up between his legs.

Licking her lips, she grasped his stiff cock in her hand and stroked a couple of times, and then slipped it once again between her lips.

Sarah and Richard watched the other couple with interest--content for the time being with playing with each other's genitals while watching Julie blow John. Sarah felt a surge of pride for her friend, as she watched the beautiful girl's head bobbing up and down on John's cock. Julie turned her head to one side, eyes closed in concentration, and Sarah could see her cheek bulging out each time Julie's head went back down.




A New Life for Julie Ch. 04



Julie paused, as much as she loved cock-sucking, her pussy needed that tool also!

She crawled up, straddling John's legs, and with her sopping wet cunt poised over John's glistening stiffness, she gradually sank down, feeling the head of his cock shove aside the folds of her pussy, nosing it's way deeper as she settled down.

With a soft moan, she began to raise and lower herself, gradually picking up speed. She was beginning to pant hard, and felt waves of passion raging through her body. She dropped forward, clutching John's shoulders, as she undulated harder on his stiff prick. Each time she slipped back down, she felt his cock rub against her swollen clit.

John for his part was having a hard time keeping from cumming. If it hadn't been for their earlier "69", he wouldn't have been able to prevent himself from ejaculating. Opening his eyes, he was treated to the beautiful sight of Julie's magnificent tits bouncing up and down. He reached up and grasped them, massaging them as she lunged up and down. 

With a gasp, she dropped down, supporting the upper part of her body with her hands on his shoulders. In this position, he could just reach up with his head, and take one of her nipples in his mouth. Sucking hard, he reached around and grasped her ass cheeks in his hands, trying to gain some control over her movements up and down his prick.

From Sarah and Richard's point of view, they could see Julie's backside, undulating wildly, with John's pricking crammed up inside Julie's pussy, up between her spherical ass cheeks.

Sarah crawled forward a bit, to get a better view. She loved the sight of Julie's thick wavy black hair, bouncing around down her smooth back and she ground her hips up and down John's hard shaft. From this angle, she could clearly see his cock plunging up between Julie's as cheeks into her sopping cunt. She could hear the sounds it made, and smell them.

Behind her, Richard grasped Sarah's hips and lifted them up. Using his knee, he pushed her legs apart a bit, and then clasping her waist, moved forward and slipped his own cock into the folds of Sarah's sopping pussy. He started fucking her doggie style as they watch Julie and John.

John rolled Julie over, moving on top of her, his cock still deep within her sopping cunt. Pinning her below, he moved his hands under her knees and pulled her legs wide apart, and started pumping into her. Julie was delirious with pleasure. She loved the sound and feel of John's cum-laden balls slapping against her upturned as cheeks. Julie cried out in pleasure as she felt another orgasm building up, and wrapped her arms and legs around his body, trying to help him as he slammed in her. Within a few minutes, she was screaming out in an explosive orgasm. 

John fucked her hard, trying to hold back as long as possible, but Julie's screaming orgasm put him over the edge. He felt as if his balls were exploding. It was almost painful, and the cum raced out of his cock so hard it almost felt as if he were peeing. John slammed hard into her pussy, feeling his balls empty their load deep within her.

When he was finished the two lay together for a few minutes, panting hard.

Conscious of his weight on top of Julie, John rolled off. Julie lay there for a moment, stretching out languorously, intensely satisfied. She had wanted John's load in her mouth again, but she had no complaints. She had just experienced the most intense orgasm in her life. She didn't realize at the moment, that there would be many more like that. Gradually she became aware of the sounds of Sarah and Richard's sexual activity.

She sat up to look. Richard was fucking Sarah hard. She was on her knees and elbows, her gorgeous ass high in the air. Richard had a hold of her hips, and was on his knees, plunging in and out of her glistening cunt rapidly.

Julie watched fascinated. Sarah's tanned, smooth back seemed to ripple as she responded to Richard's hard fuck. Her ass seemed to bounce off his groin each time he plunged in, and her usually firm ass jiggled with each impact. Below her, her heavy tits swayed back and forth, nipples erect. Sarah's blonde, Farrah Fawcett-style hair seemed to fly around. Her head was turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open as she moaned with pleasure.

Sarah could no longer hold herself up with her arms, and the forward part of her body dropped her down flat on the carpet, the side of her face rubbed back and forth on the carpet as she screamed in an obvious orgasm. 

Sarah had a fantastic orgasm, but as she felt Richard moan and plunge in and out faster, she saw an opportunity to show Julie something else. She suddenly pulled away from Richard, and spinning around, she suddenly swooped down on his hard prick, and started finishing him off with her mouth, and stroked the base of his cock, still wet from her own cum, with her fist. She felt the cum surging up the rock-hard stalk in her hand and pulled her mouth off, stroking him to encourage his cum. 

Richard's semen sprayed on to her face. She continued pumping as blast after blast sprayed into her hair, her forehead, splattered onto her ears, coated her lips, eyes, ran down her cheeks and chin, and dripped off the tip of her nose. Lines of cum ran down her neck on to her shoulders and chest. She directed his cock down a bit, and continuing to stroke, directed the last few jets of his cum all over her tits.

Julie watched enthralled, as streams of cum plastered her best friend. Long streams of it were in her hair, partially covered her eyes. White streams were running down her arms, and down her back.

"Wow!" she gasped.

John whooped and clapped. "What a show!" he shouted.

Sarah knelt there for moment, basking in the attention, with a huge grin on her face.

Julie felt in awe of her friend, but envious as well. She wanted so badly to experience the same thing, but it would have to wait. The two men were completely spent.

They took showers, and after a few kisses, the two men were dressed and had left, since they had to catch a plane early in the morning.

After a few minutes, Julie felt sleepy and was about to leave. 

"Why don't you stay here tonight? You're in no condition to drive all the way home. It's very late," Sarah suggested.

"I don't know--I don't like to sleep on couches," Julie objected.

"Oh, my bed's big enough for both of us. Come on," Sarah insisted.

"I don't have my night gown," Julie objected weakly.

"Oh, Good Lord. Who gives a shit?" I just watched you getting fucked naked--what else do you think you have to hide from me? Come on, I'm not letting you drive home drunk and high this late at night."

As the two girls laid down nude on Sarah's king-sized bed, they watched TV for an hour. They talked off and on, but after a while, Sarah had asked Julie a question, and not hearing a response, she rolled over and found Julie was fast asleep. 

The poor girl was exhausted. Sarah too, was very tired. Under ordinary circumstances, this would have been the night to seduce her. Both of them were lying naked in Sarah's bed! But they were both satiated and exhausted. 

Sarah ran her slender fingers gently down Julie's nose, and along her cheek, and stroked her beautiful naked body gently on the chest, and breasts. She used a very light touch, careful not to wake her. Moistening a finger with her saliva, she gently ran her finger in a circle around Julie's nipple--first one, and then the other. Even in a dead sleep, Julie's nipples hardened to Sarah's light touch. She then ran her fingers softly up and down Julie's flat, taut torso, feeling the smooth skin, and then slowly trailed her fingers down to Julie's pubic hair, gently running her fingers through the course hair.

Julie's breathing remained even.

Taking a deep breath, she ran her finger down lower, and felt it slip into Julie slit. To her surprise, it was moist! She knew that Julie had showered--in fact her hair was still a little damp, and she had seen the douche bottle in the trash can, so she knew that Julie had douched.

Julie was horny in her sleep!

Sarah slipped her finger in a little deeper. Julie muttered something in her sleep and moved her legs apart slightly. Sarah froze, and then relaxed after Julie's even breathing resumed. Carefully, Sarah began slipping her finger in and out of Julie's wet slit, teasing Julie's clit gently with her thumb. She felt the girl's cunt getting wetter and wetter, and Julie's hips began gently moving up and down, although her breathing stayed even.

Sarah could feel Julie's pussy juicing up more, and it was clasping around her finger. She carefully used her thumb to rub the girl's clit back and forth.

Julie's was still breathing evenly, but harder, and at a somewhat elevated pace. Suddenly, Julie's breathing came in quick gasps, and she suddenly arched her back and cried out in a soft whimper as she shuddered in a mild orgasm. 

Sarah quickly removed her hand before her friend could wake up and realize what she had been doing.

Julie sat up awake, breathing hard. Sarah sat up next to her.

"Julie, are you alright?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"I had a dream," Julie panted.

"Are you okay," Sarah asked again.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine," Julie answered and laid down again.

Julie turned to her side.

"Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Would you give me a good night kiss," Julie asked.

Sarah moved close, and hovering over Julie's head. Julie licked her lips and opened them, as Sarah lowered her own moist lips, folding them neatly over Julie's. The two young women locked lips for a few seconds, and then Sarah closed them slightly, rubbing her lips gently, and then carefully moved her tongue, just slightly into Julie's mouth. The two women kissed passionately for a few minutes, then gently pulled apart.

Tangled in each other's arms, they both fell asleep.



A New Life for Julie Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Bruce's Birthday Gift for Julie

December 1977

Finals week hit Julie suddenly. She had been experiencing so much new, and had begun spending more and more time engaged in sexual activities with Sarah, that she had started falling behind in her studies.

Furthermore, it was her 20th birthday. She must have casually mentioned it to Bruce, because he woke her up with breakfast in bed. Bruce didn't know how to cook, but she smiled gratefully, as she took the tray with overdone eggs, burnt bacon, and watery orange juice. He left her to eat in her room, and as soon as he had left and closed the door, she threw out the food, but drank the orange juice, taking her birth control pill with it. It was okay, because she didn't have much time. She had a study group to meet with, and didn't need much food anyway, usually contenting herself with salads more often than naught.

After she got dressed--pulling on a tee-shirt and a pair of cut-off jean shorts, she went into the living room. Bruce was waiting with a birthday gift. The package was poorly wrapped, but she was touched and thrilled that he had put this much thought to her birthday. 

She sat down on a chair in front of him and made a big show of anticipation, guessing, and unwrapping. She opened up a box, and pulled out what appeared at first to be a bunch of yellow strings. She was puzzled at first, but quickly discovered that it was a bright, neon-yellow string bikini. The bottom was little more than a triangular patch that looked just big enough to cover her pubic mound, and a pair of strings that connected to a "T" in back, with a single string running down in back and gradually widening to a "V" in front. The bra top was also a pair of triangles and strings.

She held the outfit up in front of her, and stared at it with wide eyes. Did Bruce really expect her to wear this?

"I-I noticed you never used the hot tub, so I thought you needed a swimsuit," he managed to stammer.

She couldn't believe he expected her to wear something like this, but he looked like such an eager puppy dog that she found it hard not to laugh. She held up the tiny bikini in the air between them.

"I suppose you actually want me to try this on now?" she said grinning, trying to keep from laughing openly.

She failed and broke down laughing when she saw him nod eagerly.

Why not? she thought to herself. Afterall, what could it hurt? He had been kind enough to buy it for her, she supposed he had the right to see her in it.

"Okay, since you're so nice!" she said, dashing off to her bedroom to change--she detoured to change in the bathroom though, so she could see what she looked like in the mirror. 

She didn't really want to wear it--she'd be practically nude! But since he was so kind, how could she refuse? She would make it quick--go out and show him, and dash back to the bathroom.

She quickly shed her clothes and undergarments. To her surprise, the g-string bottom was quite comfortable. She had expected the opposite. Well, it did feel a little funny going up between her butt cheeks, but not too bad. She tied the strings on each side of her hips, and decided she liked both the look and feel. The strings seemed to just curve up right over her hips, and the ties on each side would be real easy to remove. 

The bra was a little more complicated, but she soon figured out how it crossed and then tied behind her neck. It had to be tightened some to ensure it would stay on, but it also would be very quick and easy to remove, with a single tug on a tie behind her neck. The outfit seemed to cover just enough for her to be legal in public--barely!

She looked in the mirror. It didn't look right to have her hair tied up, so she took a moment to brush her hair out, brushing the feathered edges around and back the way Sarah had taught her. Then she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She gasped and actually found herself getting hot just looking at herself in the mirror! She noted that the yellow contrasted nicely with her olive-toned skin. She would never have imagined herself looking like this a year and a half ago when she first came to California and this house.

She walked out to show Bruce, who was sitting on the couch.

Bruce let out an audible gasp when he saw her.

"You like?" she asked coyly.

He could only nod.

She couldn't just run back to the bathroom like she had intended. She found she loved the attention, loved being watched and lusted after. She found herself moved by impulse, and decided to show off some. She moved around in different poses for him, as she had seen some of his models do. She was having great fun.

She got down on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying below her, and arched her back up to show off her well-curved ass.

"Do you think I could be in one of your magazines?" she asked seductively.

"Oh yeah, he panted, most definitely." It was all he could do to stop himself from dropping his shorts right there and pulling off her bottom, so as to fuck her doggy-style right there, but she turned around, and put her hands up to his shoulders and pushed him back down on to the sofa. 

Julie felt intensely sexy, and moved a little closer on her hands and knees, and kneeling up, she reached behind her neck and pulled the string holding the bra on. The bra fell off and her breasts sprung out.

"Do you think it might look better topless," she said in a whisper.

Bruce cried out softly and lunged for her. 

She backed away with a giggle, her tits swaying in front of her. Standing up, she wagged her finger at him as she stepped back.

"Now now, no time! I have to meet with a study group," she said firmly. She stood up to go back and change. Glancing back, she noticed his erection tenting up his shorts. 

"But keep that thought, she giggled, pointing at his boner, "and maybe I'll give you a blowjob when I get back."

She laughed out loud at his moan and stunned look as she retreated to the bathroom to retrieve her clothes.

She quickly changed back into her clothes, and when she saw the time, horny thoughts went away. She had to hurry. She pulled her clothes on top of her bikini and left hurriedly. 

Good Lord! What in the world had possessed her to behave like that to him? She had been a terrible tease. And he was her landlord. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to get involved with him? But why not? She wondered. Her mind flashed back to all the times she had seen him naked, and having sex with other women. She found herself getting hot again as she drove up Pacific Coast Highway to the University.

At the university, she went from one study group to the next, cramming for hours. By the time she got back home she was tired. Bruce was still there. She plopped her purse down on the sofa and collapsed. 

Bruce sat down next to her. He was determined to fuck her, but decided to proceed carefully, in spite of her promise that morning. 

"Tired huh?" he asked.

"God yea, I'm wiped. I think I'm going to go to my room and relax for the rest of the evening." 

"You know, I know something really good for relaxing. The hot tub. You have a swimming suit now, why don't you come out with me and relax for a bit?" he suggested.

She thought for a moment. That didn't sound bad.

"Come on, he urged her. I guarantee it will help."

So she got up and followed him out on the deck. Bruce already had swim trunks on, so he just pulled off his shirt. Julie still wore her bikini underneath her clothes, so she pealed off her clothes and stepped gingerly into the tub. She sat down slowly in the bubbling hot water. Oh, it did feel good! She had been here a year and a half, and she was just now getting into the hot tub! She pulled her hair back, letting it cascade over the rim to keep it from getting wet as Bruce settled beside her. Out of the corner of her eye, she realized he was nude, but he usually did soak in the tub nude, and she had seem him naked enough that it did not concern her.

The chatted about her study groups and upcoming tests for a while, when Bruce got up out of the spa suddenly.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To get some snacks for us," he told her. 

He came back a few minutes later with some cheese and crackers, a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses. They ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoyed the bottle Bruce had brought out, and basking in the glowing golden sunset as the hot jetting water massaged their bodies. 

The hot jets of water and the red wine were making Julie feel calm and completely relaxed as she watched the sun setting over the ocean. 

"How are you feeling now?" Bruce asked.

"A lot better--more relaxed," she answered.

"You know, I know something else that will help you relax," he said.

"What?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously. She was still not sure she wanted to get involved with him sexually.

"There are a few things I am good at. Photography is one of them, massage is another." 

Why not?

"Okay, I'll try it," she said, downing her glass of wine. "Just a massage, okay?"

"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he replied, as he climbed out of the spa and wrapped himself in a towel.

That was good enough for her, so she got out of the hot tub, and used one of the towels they kept on a wicker stand near the hot tub, dried off and went inside.

Inside, it had gotten dark. Bruce noticed Julie shivering a little, so he turned on the gas fireplace. It also helped give them some light and helped set a nice mood. He grabbed a bottle of almond oil. The hi-fi was still playing, and a new hit by a group called the "Bee Gees" was playing, called "How Deep is Your Love." 

Bruce had Julie lay down prostate on the pad, and poured some oil on to his palm. He rubbed the oil onto both of his hands and started rubbing down her back. He straddled her legs to better reach her back and shoulders, carefully removing his towel as he did so--hoping she would notice. He stopped to carefully poor more oil all up and down her back, and smoothly and gently rubbed it into her olive-toned skin. 

He gently massaged her shoulders and neck muscles, noticing that she was visibly relaxing under his hands. He moved his hands down to her back, sliding his hands up and down the smooth skin of her back. Each time his hands moved up to her back and neck, they kept slipping and tangling with the strings of her bra.

"Let me get this out of the way," he said, as he gently untied her top, letting the strings dangle to the side. 

She found she didn't mind--after all, she was laying face down anyway, and all he could see was her backside. And after all, what could he possibly see that she had not already shown him that morning? He resumed his massage, and Julie found herself in a state of deep relaxation. She felt her muscles loosen up and relax. 

Bruce had a raging hard-on, but he continued his massage, working Julie into a state of complete relaxation, and gradually into a state of arousal. 

He had moved down to her waist, and then her thighs. 

"I'm going to take these off, so that I don't get any oil on them, okay?" he asked as he pulled the strings hold the ties to her bikini bottom on.

"She murmured and didn't offer any resistance as he pulled the strings of the back of her bikini down and away from her hips. 

He worked on her smooth spherical ass cheeks for a while, and then her thighs. Julie let out a soft moan under his hands, she was becoming aroused, and he was close enough that he could smell her moistening pussy. 

Julie was, by this time, in a state of sheer delight. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, starting in the area of her crotch. It was all she could do to keep her hands clear of her pussy.

"Why don't you get up on your knees for a bit, so I can get your thighs better?" Bruce suggested.

She complied, and Bruce urged her thighs further apart, "so I can reach them easier," he explained.

A memory flashed through her mind, of her friend Sarah getting fucked from behind. "Doggie style" Sarah had explained to her. Julie felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she thought about that, while Bruce was gently massaging her thigh muscles.

After a few minutes of stroking her thighs, Julie was arching her back, exposing her pussy to him in the hope that he would fuck her. Bruce cautiously, so that he could apologize for it as a mistake, brushed one hand against her sopping wet pussy. Prepared to apologize if she reacted with outrage, he was encouraged when she moaned and pushed back against his hand. He gently started rubbing her pussy, and found it was extremely hot and wet. He stuck a finger inside--Julie was about as hot and wet as any woman he had ever been with.

He moved closer to her. His prick was stiff and aching, and lined up perfectly with Julie's cunt. She was down on her elbows, her face buried in the cushions, her back arched and her thighs spread. He put his hands back on her hips and gently pulled her back until his cock speared between her pussy lips, and slowly slid inside. 

God damn she was hot! Her cunt was so hot, it was almost too hot for his prick. Her pussy was practically burning his cock. He pushed gamily forward, watching his rock-hard prick spearing between her round ass, golden in the firelight. He gasped with pleasure, as her ass cheeks came to rest up against his groin, and then grasping her firmly around the waist with his hands, he started gently pulling her back and forth, fucking her "doggie style".

Julie moaned with pleasure and pushed back harder. God she was hot! She was rocking back and forth, and grasping her waist with his hands, he started pulling her back and forth, slowly at first, but building up speed gradually with each thrust. 

Julie was moaning and sobbing with pleasure, and he could feel hot juices flowing from her pussy.

Julie was so hot she couldn't think or speak, only moan. She was only aware of his hot pulsing rod pumping in and out of her hot cunt. She loved the feel of her ass cheeks smacking against his groin, and the erotic sound of the slapping noises turned her on more. She could feel his swinging balls striking her clit he was pounding into her so hard.

She felt her heart beating faster and faster--there seemed to be a roaring in her ears. Her pussy was pulsing now, as if it too had a heart. Suddenly she felt herself with an enormous orgasm that made her scream with pleasure. It was like an explosion. She thrust backward harder. She couldn't get enough. Then it happened again! Another explosion ripped through her body, and then another! Julie was experiencing her first multiple orgasms. 

She fell forward gasping for breath. Bruce saw her collapse as his hard dick pulled out of her. It had taken a lot of self-control to avoid ejaculating in her. He wanted to save that for later.

As she lay down on her stomach, breathing heavily, he rolled her over. He wasn't done with her yet! A new song started playing on the stereo--Peter Frampton was singing "Do You Feel Like I Do?"

He kissed her for a few minutes, as she ground her pussy against his cock, wanting him to fuck her more. Then he moved down to her neck, kissing, and gently nibbling her throat. She arched backward and moaned. He moved down slowly to her smooth round shoulders, kissing, licking, then slowly licked her way over to her tits. After a rubbing the nipples just a little, he bent over and took the left nipple in his mouth, and gently sucked on it. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tit into his mouth. He pulled away then, and moved to the valley between and kissed, and licked his way up to her right tit, and once again sucked on her tit. His lips closed around the stiff nipple, and he gently nibbled and sucked harder.

Then he moved down to her stomach, licking his way down, pausing for a moment at her navel, swirling his tongue around and inside it. Then he moved down further, nestling his nose in her public mound.

She was breathless with anticipation--knowing what he was going to do, and anxious for him to start. She moaned with pleasure and tried to pull his face toward her clit, but he backed away and gently pushed her hands away. 

In a moan of frustration, she moved her hands to her pussy, but he pushed them away. She gasped.

"What do you want," he whispered.

"You know!" she moaned.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"Eat my pussy!" she exclaimed.

"All in good time," he replied, as he moved down to her left ankle. He licked and kissed her ankle, and then moved over to the other ankle, repeating the same action there. Then he moved up to her quivering calves, licking, kissing.

She spread her legs wide to accommodate him as he moved up. He put his hands under her knees and lifted up, pulling her legs up and outward, and then started licking the insides of her sensitive thighs, moving back and forth between the left and right tracing small circles with his tongue. He was very close to her pussy now, and could smell it. He paused with his mouth over it. It was as wet as any pussy he had ever seen, and he could practically feel the heat rising from it. Small trails of pussy juice were streaming out of it down toward her ass. 

Pushing her thighs back, he dove down and licked a long stroke down the length of her labia. She moaned again, thrusting her pussy up toward his face. He traced his tongue up and down her labia, licking up the heavy warm juices that seemed to be practically pouring out. Then, ready for the coup de'grace, he pulled her engorged clit in between his lips and sucked. 

Julie gasped, and unable to restrain herself any longer, grabbed his hair and pushed his face into her clit and she bucked and screamed out in a violent orgasm. Bruce fought to keep her clit between his lips as her hips undulated violently. He wrapped his arms around her hips in an attempt to hold her still. After a few minutes, she started settling down. 

Then moving up, he lined his cock up to her pussy, pushed inside once more. He gasped with pleasure as she wrapped her legs behind his back, and he started sliding his stiff cock in and out, once again increasing the pace.

Julie loved it. She loved the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of her cunt, and the feel of his heavy balls slapping against her upturned ass cheeks. His cock slid against grinding against her clit each time he drove in and out. 

It was happening again! She felt it rising in her again--yet another orgasm. She started breathing more rapidly, and could not help but cry out and dig her fingernails into Bruce's back. She screamed out in orgasm yet again.

In an act of supreme control, Bruce managed to keep from spraying deep inside her. He had something else in mind. As she moaned and basked in the warmth of her orgasm, he straddled her, moving his still stiff and slick cock up to her heavy breasts as she held them and massaged them with her hands. 

He slid his thick cock between them, and realizing his intention, she held her tits together for him. He began titty-fucking her. He helped her hold them together as his cock slipped back and forth between them, assisted by the lubrication of the almond oil. She had heard Sarah talk about this before, but this was her first experience. Although it didn't provide her with any direct stimulation, she had already had repeated orgasms, and was anxious that Bruce should get his. She also wanted to see what happened when he did cum.

This time Bruce could last any longer. The sight of his cock sliding in between her beautiful tits, and seeing the look of anticipation on her pretty sweaty face was finally too much. 

He exploded in one the biggest orgasms he had experienced in a long time. His prick started firing huge loads of cum in powerful streams up on to her chest, neck and face, spraying her chin, mouth and cheeks. There was so much of it, it got up into her eyes and even her hair. It covered her tits, and dripped off her chin. Finally after several shots, he was spent, and started deflating. With a gasp of relief he rolled off of her.




A New Life for Julie Ch. 05



Together they just laid there for a few minutes.

"Wow," Julie finally said. "I can't believe we actually did all that."

"It was fantastic," Bruce said. "Sex is a wonderful thing."

Julie felt she had to agree.

Later they showered together, and relaxed watching TV for a while. Then Julie fixed them some supper, and after they ate, they sat and watched the Six Million Dollar Man on TV for a while naked. Julie felt comfortable naked on the sofa. After all, so many other women in Bruce's life had sat on this same sofa naked. She liked the feel of the upholstery on her naked ass. She curled her legs up and sat cross legged, feeling relaxed. She did not object when Bruce rolled a joint and lit it, and when he passed it to her, she accepted it. She liked it when Bruce stroked the inside of her smooth thighs. She liked both the feel and the attention. She also liked it when he started rubbing her pussy. 

She decided to return the favor and reached over to grasp his cock. She was delighted to find it was stiff, even after their marathon sex session earlier that afternoon. 

She looked away from the TV and down into his lap. His cock was turgid alright. 

She looked in Bruce's eyes.

"You remember what I said this morning? What I said what I would do?"

He nodded.

She slid off of the sofa and onto her knees. Kneeling between his knees, she shuffled forward until his cock was quivering before her face. Looking into his eyes, she grasped his cock and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She repeated this action several times, moving around to each side, each time, stopping at the tip, and licking the slit at the tip, and acted as if she was about to take his cock inside of her mouth. Each time she teased the tip with her tongue, and then moved back down to the base, licked her way back up to the head of his cock. 

This time, she acted as if she were going to continue licking the shaft, but paused suddenly and plunged her head down over his aching prick, taking it as far as she could on the first down stroke. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, and then taking hold of the base of his shaft with her left hand, she started bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard, and stroking his shaft in conjunction with the bobbing of her head up and down his cock. 

She could feel every vein and bulge as they slid past her sensitive lips. She turned her head slightly to vary her stroke, and felt the head of his cock push out the side of her cheek. She heard him moan and felt his hands grasp her head. She let him guide her head for a few minutes as his cock started pushing in and out of her throat faster. She tried to relax her throat to allow more of his prick into her mouth, the whole time sucking as hard as she could. She could tell he would come soon, but didn't want him to do so yet. 

She gently pushed away his hands, and grasping his cock somewhat harder around the base, started licking the outside again for a few minutes. Then she took in each of his balls, one at a time, and sucked on them. 

She looked up in his face. 

"I want you to come in my mouth," she whispered.

He could only grunt in compliance as he pushed her head back down on his cock. This time, she did not want him to hold back. She worked her mouth vigorously on his stiff cock, stroking him hard around the base, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, her cheeks pulled in hard with her sucking effort. 

Bruce groaned and stood up. Grabbing her head again with his hands, he rammed his cock hard back and forth into her mouth. Julie felt her excitement increase, and felt her pussy throbbing. It was almost as if she felt the same stimulation that the cock in her mouth was getting. She couldn't help herself. With her free hand, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit back and forth as she sucked.

Julie relaxed her throat and let him fuck her mouth. She loved the feel of his balls slapping up against her chin, proud that she was able to take him in so deep without gagging. Finally, he moaned and shoved his cock deep down, until his balls were resting up against her chin.

She knew what would happen now, and tried to prepare herself. She managed to take the first two shots okay, but it was too much after that. Stream after stream spilled out from her lips and poured down her chin. Julie felt an orgasm rise inside of her. She tried to focus on her blowjob, but it was hard. Bruce started sliding in and out rapidly as he continued firing stream after stream of sperm. She couldn't take any more--it was coming out faster than she could swallow it. She stroked his cock as shot after shot sprayed her in the face and on the tits, but she loved both the taste of it in her mouth, and the feel of it on her face and tits. 

She wasn't sure which she liked better, taking it in her mouth or on her face and tits. With Bruce she got both. She felt so hot on her knees with a cock in her mouth and cum in her mouth, and all over her face and tits. 

After this experience, Julie grew less shy in Bruce's house. She could frequently be found walking around the house or the beach topless, wearing either a skirt or a bikini bottom. 

She would fuck or blow Bruce on nights when he had no one else over, for she was still a little shy about the possibility of sex with more than one person at a time, but she would covertly watch more often now, not just brief glances.

The spring semester came, and went, and when the summer of 78 came, Sarah had left to rejoin her family for the summer. Julie spent all her time on the beach, laying out in a bikini, or sometimes naked, listening to music, watching TV, or fucking with Bruce.

"Why don't you ever join when I have anyone else over?" he asked her once.

"I don't know, she paused. "I guess I'm not quite ready for that."

That would change over the summer--by accident. 



A New Life for Julie Ch. 06



June 1978

In the morning light, Julie crawled up in between Bruce's legs. Looking up to make sure he was still asleep, she knelt down on her elbows, and nuzzled his soft sleeping dick. Pausing a moment, she inhaled the odor around his balls, and pulled one hairy nut into her mouth, and sucked it gently for a few minutes. She let it fall out of her mouth, and then took the other into her mouth, repeating the same action. 

Looking up carefully, to make sure he was still asleep, she let the testicle fall out of her mouth, and then slowly licked up the underside of Bruce's sleeping cock. She repeated the action a few times, licking up and down, as his prick began to stir. She paused again, watching him cautiously. His breathing was still even. She kept licking up and down, and then pulled his stiff cock carefully up with one hand, holding herself up with the other arm.

She licked carefully around the spongy head, wiggling her tongue in the slit. Stopping again, she looked again at his face. He was still asleep. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked gently. It was turning her on!

Grasping his stiffening cock in her palm she pumped up and down a few times, and then slipped her open mouth down over his cock again, this time letting it slide down her throat. Finding herself getting hotter and hotter, she couldn't hold back anymore and started bobbing her head up and down, her soft black locks brushing on Bruce's hairy thighs. 

She moaned around his stiff cock, and feverishly bobbed her head up and down, pausing occasionally for breath, licking around the head for a few moments, and then she would slide his cock back into her mouth. Up and down she went, no longer worried about whether he was awake or asleep, with only one thought in mind, his cum in her mouth.

Bruce was wide awake of course by this time. He had the most sexy dream. He had dreamed that a beautiful woman was giving him head. Then he had woken to see his cock pushing out Julie's cheek each time she pushed down, and then her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back sucking.

Already his balls were tightening, preparing to blow his wad in her mouth. Dam the girl was a fine cocksucker!

Her eyes were closed in intense concentration as she pumped her fist up and down, sucking his cock. He marveled at how deep she could go without choking. She took it almost all the way to the root, and then stroked back up almost to the head, sucking hard, and then pushed down again, going almost all the way down without any gagging at all.

Bruce gasped as his cock started shooting in her mouth. His balls emptied into her mouth. She paused her bobbing to swallow his cum. She always smiled when that happened, and typically a few streams would roll out the side of her mouth and down her chin.

After he had been drained, she wiped her mouth and finished licking him, then she crawled up next to him to kiss him.

"Ummm, that was soooo good sweetie. You have great cockjuice," she sighed.

They laid together for a few minutes, and Bruce talked about some of his plans for the summer as she laid there, he carefully stroked her beautiful naked body. After a few minutes, he was stiff again. 

He laid back on his back, and pulled her up to straddle him. She rubbed her pussy against his hard dick a few times, and then settled down on his stiff meat, letting is pierce her soft wet cunt. 

She slowly sank down, until her stiff clit was down on the base of his cock. She felt the palms of his hands grasp her ass cheeks and gently raised her up a little, and then he let gravity take her back down. 

Placing her hands on his chest, she leveraged herself up and down. His cock was like a piece of steel! Her cunt was gushing with wetness as her cunt grasped his cock. Her back was undulating as she rocked up and down, rubbing her clit along his cock.

Bruce ran his hands along her smooth undulating back. She had just a little bit of soft down right in the middle of the lower part of her back. It was very soft, and not very visible unless you looked closely, but somehow it turned him on. The muscles of her ass flexed in his hands as she moved up and down, faster and faster.

She was moaning with pleasure, and he opened his eyes to see her full, firm tits bouncing above his head. Her own eyes were shut with pleasure, and her thick lips were open as she moaned.

Up and down she rocked, her hot pussy spasming and contracting around his cock. She felt an orgasm approaching. Her nipples were hard and she felt his hands reach up, massaging them and tugging them between his fingers. An orgasm exploded and she cried out in joy, rocking her self hard, back and forth, rubbing her clit against his hard cock. She felt his cock spurting, and felt his cock juices running down out of her cunt as he blew his wad, and collapsed on top of him.

As summer began, Julie felt more comfortable wearing less at the house. At first she wore shorts and a tee shirt. Then a halter and a skirt by the second week of the summer. 

Initially, Julie spent her summer cooling down from the intensity of school. Sarah had gone home for a few weeks to spend most of the summer with her family. Bruce was busier than usual and away from the house quite a bit. Jack too, had left to stay with family. 

So she slept in a lot, and spent a lot of time on the beach. She jogged along the beach every morning, and spent hours laying in the sun or swimming--wearing the bikini Bruce had given her. She also spent her time keeping the house clean. She went through the entire house cleaning from top to bottom, room by room, except for Jack's room, even though he was spending the summer with relatives. 

Occasionally, Bruce would have a summer party up on the roof, or on the deck and beach outside. She still felt shy about joining the parties, so she would retreat to her room, although she had met some of his friends and was even on speaking terms with a few of them. She felt so tempted though, to go up and join when she heard the laughter and carousing. Often she would be in bed trying to go to sleep, but the sounds kept her up for hours as she thrashed around in her bed. It sounded like so much fun.

One morning she went upstairs to the roof to clean up from the previous night's party. Since it was hot, and she had checked to make sure everyone except for Bruce had gone home, she decided to remove her top and pulled off her cut-off shorts as well, working only in the thong. After sweeping up and removing the garbage, she returned to make sure she was finished. Satisfied, she leaned over the rail of the terrace and looked out onto the ocean. 

Suddenly she felt Bruce behind her. 

"I missed you last night," he said, slipping his hands around to cup her bare breasts.

He gently massaged them, rubbing the nipples gently between his fingers.

"I think you would have enjoyed it. We had a wet t-shirt contest, and then later on a blowjob contest. I'll bet you would have won both," he said.

Julie was embarrassed to hear it, but it was turning her on--that, and Bruce's fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as he continued massaging her tits.

When she had first moved in, she had been extremely shy about her chest, but under Sarah's wing, and Bruce's as well, she had become proud of her bosom, and enjoyed showing it off. She usually wore tops that showed off her chest--low-cut tops, tube tops or just bikini tops. Today, since she wasn't going anywhere, and it was so warm, she had decided to go topless. She loved letting her tits sway free of restraint, and enjoyed the warm breeze on them, and this way she need not worry about tan lines. Women were naked in Bruce's house frequently anyway, and often she was the only one home.

Getting hotter, she rubbed her ass up against him, and found to her delight, that he already had a hard on. She reached to the side of her hip and tugged at the knot holding her bikini bottoms on. As they dropped away, she spread her legs a little and bent forward, so that Bruce could fuck her.

His stiff prick slipped in her like a hot knife into butter, and he continued massaging her stiff nipples as he fucked her. She loved being fucked, but if she had to choose a favorite position, this was it--rear entry, rather she was standing or kneeling on all fours. She moaned with delight as she continued to thrust her ass back against Bruce's prick, and within a few minutes, she was squealing with an orgasm as Bruce pumped faster, closing in on his. 

This time, she wanted his cum in her mouth. She spun around quickly, dropping to her knees. She slipped his cock into her mouth and blew him, bobbing her head back and forth a few times until he blew his wad. By this time, she had learned how to swallow a big load without missing a single drop. She swished it around in her mouth for a minute before swallowing it, feeling deliciously hot and slutty.

August 1978

Julie was so bored. Her best friend, Sarah, had left for the summer. Jack was out of town. Now Bruce was out of town. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself. The first couple of days, she spent cleaning up the house, and when she wasn't cleaning, she was laying out on the beach soaking in the sun.

By Wednesday, she was getting desperately bored--not to mention horny. Sarah's dildo could only do so much. She writhed around in her bed through most of the morning, and then got up to take a cold shower. After drying herself off, she went into the kitchen to get an apple for breakfast, and was surprised to see a car pulling into the driveway through the kitchen window.

Who could it be? She was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was still naked from the waist up. She rushed back to her bedroom to grab her bikini top. She had just pulled it on, and was heading back out of her room when she heard the door knock, and before she could reach it, the door was opening.

"Hello?" a voice called.

Julie recognized the English accent. It was Catherine, one of Bruce's few friends she was familiar with and spoke with occasionally.

"Ah, Julie!" Catherine beamed. "Bruce called me and told me you could probably use some companionship this week."

Julie was thrilled that Bruce had been so considerate. She had been a bit in awe of the more mature, beautiful English woman ever since her first week in Bruce's house. Her memory flashed back to that night when she had drinks with Catherine, and had gotten extremely drunk, but she couldn't remember much else about that night. 

Catherine took Julie out to lunch, to a small sidewalk café in Malibu, then they went window shopping. They found a swimsuit shop, and tried on several swimsuits. Catherine bought herself and Julie new bikinis, and the two women returned to Bruce's house. They walked out to the beach and laid out a large reed matt to avoid getting sand all over themselves, and went swimming in the ocean in their new swimsuits, and then laid out on the beach to deepen their tans.

While Julie laid down, Catherine went back up to the house and returned five minutes later with some tanning oil. 

"Let me rub some of this on you girl, before you fry like an egg in this sun," she suggested as she laid down next to Julie on the mat.

She turned on her side, unscrewed the lid on the bottle, and poured some of the coconut oil in a pool on Julie's midriff, and gently rubbed the oil into the skin of her torso. Some had collected in Julie's belly button, and Catherine scooped it out with one finger and rubbed it into the skin. She poured more on, a generous amount, and spread the coconut scented tanning oil all over Julie's torso, and on the underside of Julie's breasts, the bottoms of which were exposed under the bra of her bikini.

Julie sighed with pleasure, arching her torso up somewhat as Catherine's hands rubbed her well-oiled torso.

Catherine sat up, and straddled Julie's hips so that she could use both hands and rub the oil into Julie's whole body. She carefully rubbed it into her face and neck, gently smoothing some oil onto each cheek using gentle circular motions with her fingers, and then covered her forehead, chin, and then gently rubbed it into her neck and then poured some more on Julie's chest. 

Next, she held the bottle over her left shoulder, and gently squirted out a stream and moved the bottled to the right, laying a stream from one should, across the top of both breasts, to the other shoulder. Catherine set the bottle down and used both hands to gently rub the oil into the skin of each shoulder, again using gentle circular motions. She moved her hands together across Julie's chest, and then cupped the tops of her breasts above the bikini top. She poured more coconut oil in her hands, and then cupped Julie's firm tits with her palms again, kneading them as she spread the oil all around, slipping her hands under the thin strings of the bra.

"You don't want to get burn here, do you?" she asked Julie.

Julie shook her head weakly. "No," she said with a whisper.

After stroking and spreading oil all over Julie's warm tits for a few more minutes, Catherine reached up and stretched Julie's arms up and out, and spread a stream of the tanning oil from the shoulder of each arm up to each hand, and then used smoothing the oil into the underside of Julie's arms. By this time, the girl's chest was heaving with her deep breathing. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was opened slightly as her tongue licked her full lips. 

Grasping Julie's wrists, Catherine held her down as she bent forward, and hovering an inch over the girls face, she gently brushed Julie's lips with her own, and gently kissed her. She was encouraged when the girl opened her lips a little, and Catherine slipped her tongue in just a little bit, and was thrilled when Julie responded. She didn't want to move too fast though, so she sat back up, and moved Julie's arms back to her sides, and rubbed the top side of each arm with the oil.

Next, Catherine crawled backward, and with one knee, nudged Julie's legs apart to give herself space to kneel as she applied tanning oil to each of Julie's legs. Catherine regarded Julie's legs with frank admiration. The girl had legs to die for--some of the finest legs she had ever seen. She bent one leg up and applied oil onto Julie's shapely calf, then up over her knee and up her thigh, and then moved over to do the same to the other leg. She stroked her hands up and down Julie's smooth legs for a few minutes. Julie murmured and drew her legs up a little, spreading them slightly more as Catherine used her hands, gently massaging the oil into Julie's thighs.

Julie was feeling so turned on. She was nearly delirious with pleasure. Her pussy was so wet, that she was glad her bikini bottom was still wet from their swim. She knew she should tell Catherine to stop, but she didn't want to come across as rude, and she didn't want it to end either.

Next Catherine had Julie flip over, and did the same all along her backside, gently rubbing the coconut-scented tanning oil all over her body. Julie was squirming with pleasure, and Catherine could smell the girl's pussy. As her hands smoothed the oil around and under the strings of the girl's bikini, she used her own leg to gently nudge Julie's legs further apart again, and spread oil on the insides of Julie's thighs. 

As she did so, she let her hand casually brush up against Julie's pussy, pretending that she was just rubbing oil into her thigh, but letting the top of her hand rub the girl's pussy as well. Julie was sopping wet, and it wasn't just from the wet bikini either. The girl's pussy was radiating heat!

Catherine rolled on her own back, handing the bottle to Julie.

"Now you do me," she asked Julie.

"What do I do?" Julie asked innocently.

"Why, rub my body with the oil of course!" Catherine replied with a laugh.

"Of course!" Julie giggled back.

She poured some the oil on Catherine midriff, and started rubbing it in to Catherine just as Catherine had done for her.

"Wait, Catherine said. "I don't want to get oil all over my new bikini."

With that, Catherine sat up and removed her bikini with a quick tug of the strings holding the bra on, and then stood up, pulling the bottom down. 

Julie tried to stifle a gasp as she saw the woman standing before her naked. She could help but stare at the beautiful English woman's ass.

Catherine laid back down on the mat, naked. 

"Why don't you remove yours as well?" Catherine suggested. "It might make you feel more comfortable, and no one is around for miles anyway."

"Come on dear," she added, as Julie hesitated a moment. "It's just us girls, and I know you sometimes go naked around the house anyway."

Julie was a highly suggestible person--especially when the suggestions came from women she admired and wanted to be like, complied.

"I'm sorry," she said with a giggle. "It's just that I've never seen such a beautiful woman before."

Catherine got back up on her knees.

"Why that's so sweet of you," Catherine said, genuinely moved. "You too, are very beautiful--in fact, I don't think you quite realize just how gorgeous you really are."

Julie flushed with the compliment, feeling her face warm up even more.

"I'd better cover your breasts and rear end a little better, now that they are more exposed to the sun" Catherine muttered, taking the bottle from Julie. She poured some more oil into her hand, and ran her hands over each of Julie's breasts, and smoothed the tanning oil into Julie's swelling tits with a gentle circular motion. Julie was somewhat embarrassed as her nipples hardened. 

She then directed Julie to get on her hands and knees, and poured the oil all over Julie's ass, and rubbed it into the round globes. Julie was even more embarrassed, with her wet pussy exposed in front of the woman's face. She could actually feel Catherine's breath on her quivering moist pussy lips!

Catherine told her to turn around and handed the bottle back, and laid back on the tanning mat, on her stomach, as she waited for Julie to spread oil on her. 

Julie shyly rubbed oil all over Catherine's back. She was embarrassed that she found herself getting extremely horny as she did so. Why was she so turned on?

She slid down toward Catherine's feet so she could rub oil on to Catherine's legs. As she did so, she was straddling one leg, and accidentally slid her wet pussy along Catherine's left calf. Julie nearly swooned with an orgasm right there. 

Panting hard, but trying to hide it, she started pouring a stream of oil along Catherine's leg, and noticed an oily substance already on Catherine's lower leg. It was her own pussy juice where she had brushed it against the older woman's leg! She was mortally embarrassed, and prayed quietly to herself that Catherine had not noticed.

She rubbed the oil up and down Catherine's bare legs, after which Catherine flipped over onto her back.

Julie poured oil all over her body, and hastily started rubbing it in. She was getting hotter, and she wasn't sure how much was from the sun, and how much was from her own internal heat. 

"Dear, slow down, yes, slow down. There you go," Catherine instructed.

"Good, she continued. "...now gently, that's it, massage and knead, smooth it in gently. Do it like I did."

Under Catherine's tutelage Julie slowed down as she spread the coconut-scented tanning oil all over the woman's body. She moved down to the legs again, and started spreading oil on Catherine's thighs, the older woman spread them wide, lifting them both up, so that Julie's hands could cover them completely.

Julie's eyes were drawn to Catherine's pussy, which glistened with moisture, as she moved down and covered Catherine's ankles and feet, she heard the woman direct her back up to her thighs.

"You missed the insides of the thighs, up near the top. That area can burn too, you know."




A New Life for Julie Ch. 06



"Sorry," Julie muttered, as she poured a little bit of oil into her hands.

Catherine spread her legs wide, and suddenly her pussy was fully exposed to Julie.

Julie felt her own pussy juicing so much, that she could feel streams of warm fluid slowly run from her pussy down her thighs, a few drops falling on to one of Catherine's calves which she was straddling. She gently rubbed the oil on the insides of Catherine's thighs, and moved her hands inwards at the woman's direction.

"Don't be afraid--that area can get sunburn too," Catherine said. "Up a little higher."

Following her instructions, Julie moved her oily hands directly over Catherine's crotch, and nearly gasped as her fingers suddenly sank into the woman's sopping wet folds. Catherine had hunched down somewhat, pushing her pussy onto Julie's hand.

Catherine moaned and arched her back.

"Yessss!" Catherine moaned, undulating her hips.

Julie pulled away suddenly, feeling a surge of panic making her heart race.

Catherine sat up, and looked at Julie with burning eyes. Julie jumped up, and tried to run, but Catherine grabbed her ankle, making her tumble back down onto the matt. The two fell together in a tangle of oily, sun-bronzed arms and legs, wrestling around. Soon Catherine had Julie pinned below her, straddling her, holding her wrists above her head, and kissed her hard on the lips.

Catherine held the girl down, continuing with her kissing as the girl struggled and writhed. Soon though, the girl's cries had turned to moans, and the struggling had turned to a sensuous writhing.

Catherine stopped and came up for air, then she went back down and nibbled the girl's neck, continuing to hold her down firmly. She kissed her way down to Julie's tits, and circling each erect nipple with her tongue, she gently took the left nipple into her mouth, and sucked it gently as it rose up and down with Julie's heavy breathing. 

Julie's bronzed, oiled body arched up under Catherine's lips, and she moved down the beautiful girl's midriff, kissing her taut stomach. Catherine swished her tongue around Julie's navel, and moved down toward her pubic mound, kissing and licking slowly and gently. Catherine reached up and grasped each of Julie's thighs with her hands, and spread Julie's legs up and apart. Julie's aroused pussy was quivering directly under Catherine's lips.

Catherine swirled her tongue up one oiled thigh, then the other, moving closer and closer to Julie's pussy. Soon, she hovered directly over it. She could smell the pungent smell of Julie's natural lubricants, mixed with the smell of coconut tanning oil and the salt of the ocean water.

Slowly, she reached out with her tongue and lashed at one of the girl's engorged labia folds. Julie moaned and lifted her hips, trying to push her crotch closer to Catherine's face. Catherine waited a moment, and repeated the action again, and again, each time with slightly less time between licks, each time, moving slowly closer and closer to Julie's hooded clitoris. Julie's cunt was so wet, it looked as if half the bottle of tanning oil had been poured in it--but it was her own natural lubrication.

Catherine teased Julie's inflamed clit with the tip of her tongue, pulling back as Julie's hips bucked strongly, straining against Catherine's firm grasp.

Making sure she held Julie's thighs open securely, Catherine lashed Julie's clit again, and then stopped, teasing her unmercifully.

Julie moaned, her hips bucking harder.

"Please, she gasped. Don't stop!"

Catherine lashed Julie's clit again, just barely, and then repeated her actions, building and then keep Julie near the point of orgasm, but never over the edge!

Julie by this time was nearly sobbing.

"Please, finish me!" she cried out. 

Catherine moved up and whispered into the girl's ear.

"And what do I get for it? I have my needs too you know."

Julie's eyes flew open.

"I--I don't know what to do!" she whispered.

"Yes you do--I just showed you. Do what you like done to you!" Catherine insisted.

"Okay--ANYTHING--please, just finish me," Julie gasped.

Catherine turned herself around on her hands and knees, straddled Julie's head, and lowered her crotch down to sit on her face.

Julie watched Catherine's cunt spread open above her head. She reached up and wrapped her arms around the older woman's hips, grasping an ass cheek with each hand, and pulled Catherine's pussy down to her mouth. She had never done this before, but decided to take Catherine's advise do what felt good to her.

She stuck her tongue out and carefully ran her tongue up and down Catherine's slit. She was gratified to feel Catherine jerk her hips in response.

"Don't forget me!" she protested to the woman on top.

Catherine grinned and returned to her original task, this time upside down. She reached down and pulled Julie's thighs back apart.

Julie had calmed down somewhat, backing down from the precipice of orgasm. Catherine returned to licking the folds of her cunt, licking up the cunt juice that had pooled inside of Julie's cunt. Holding her thighs wide apart, she started tongue fucking Julie's pussy.

Julie moaned into Catherine's pussy. Grabbing Catherine ass cheeks harder she did the same thing. Catherine's hips undulated wildly above her. Trying to hold her hips as still as possible, she started thrusting her tongue in and out rapidly, and then paused, and licked her folds up and down. She tried to concentrate, but it was so hard as she felt Catherine's lips gently enclose her engorged clit.

Julie followed suit, pulling Catherine's stiff clitoris in her mouth. Catherine's hips started undulating more frantically, and Julie wrapped her arms around her waist, holding on to Catherine's ass cheeks firmly, while trying to keep her lips latched onto Catherine's clit, and yet at the same time, she felt her own body go on autopilot and start grinding against Catherine's face as her own arousal increased.

Julie's orgasm was starting to well up. She felt her heart beat faster and faster, her breath coming in quick pants, and the muscles in her pussy contracted repeatedly.

Julie started screaming as she felt her body stiffen. Pleasure flooded throughout her body, but didn't stop. The contractions decreased somewhat, but then she felt them start up again, not just those in her vagina, but throughout her body. Once, twice, three times, and then over and over until she lost count.

As the contractions faded, she became aware of Catherine on top of her still, and then realized that she had been moaning and screaming right into Catherine's pussy. 

Catherine rolled over to the side, pulling Julie with her. The two women still had each other's pussies in their faces. Catherine had her long shapely legs pulled up along either side of Julie's head still.

"Did you, um did you..." Julie stammered, looking at Catherine's pussy, sopping wet with pussy juices, and still moved with spasms from her orgasm. 

"Oh babe--did I ever," Catherine replied as she slowly extricated her limbs and turned around to face Julie face to face.

"That was beautiful," Catherine declared with a deep breath. She pulled Julie's head closer and kissed her gently on the lips. 

Julie moaned softly as she opened her lush lips to accept Catherine's deep kissing. The two women laid side by side, kissing each other softly. She tasted something on Catherine's mouth, and realized it was her own pussy. Instead of grossing her out, she was surprised to find it turned her on!

They laid together, side by side, kissing each other gently on the lips, on the throat and face, and occasionally on the stiff nipples of each other's tits. After a few minutes of this, Julie let Catherine's arms pull her closer, and soon their breasts were pushed up against each others. Julie felt Catherine stiffening nipples poking into the soft flesh of her tits. She also felt Catherine's firmly muscled thigh slip in between her own legs, rubbing up against her sopping wet cunt. She felt her own leg slide along Catherine's hot moist pussy--felt the heat of it as her thigh slid along the flattened labia, spreading a trail of natural lubricant along Julie's thigh.

Julie hugged Catherine hard as she began moving gently back and forth, the two women's pussies rubbing the thigh of her partner. She opened her mouth to moan and felt Catherine's lips cover her own again, Catherine's tongue thrusting in between her lips as the two women moved together, slowly increasing the tempo of their thrusting.

This time Julie came first. She moaned into Catherine's mouth, holding her hard as she ground her pussy hard into Catherine's thigh. This time she heard Catherine cumming too, and felt a rush of hot fluid against her own thigh as Catherine had her orgasm also. This time the contractions didn't last quite as long, and the two women rolled apart, gasping for breath.

Julie stretched out languorously on the reed matt, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and the warm ocean breeze on her nude, warm, oiled body. She started feeling drowsy, and turned over on to her stomach.

Catherine lay next to her, gently running her fingers up and down Julie's backside, from the backside of her knees up over the curve her ass, up the small of her back, up to her neck, and then back down again.

After a few minutes, Catherine started feeling drowsy herself, and realized they had better go inside before they burned under the relentless sun. The sun, the sound of the ocean waves, and the relaxation from orgasm had a powerful soporific effect, and both women. They would burn if they stayed out any longer.

She roused Julie, and the two women gathered together their clothes, tanning oil, and the large reed matt and walked back up to the house. They took a shower together to wash away the sand, sweat, and oil, and took turns washing each other's hair, and then soaped down each other's bodies and rinsed off. 

Afterwards, they dressed, and Catherine drove them both to Pizza Hut, where they shared a pepperoni pizza by the fireplace. Then they went to see Christopher Reeve in "Superman", and later returned to the house and watched TV for about an hour before Catherine said she had to leave for the night.

A few days later, Saturday night, Bruce came home. Julie was watching "The Love Boat" on TV. Julie was hoping he was in the mood for sex, but he was clearly exhausted. She fixed him soup and he went to bed.

The next day she got up in the morning. It looked like another hot day, so when she pulled on her thong underwear and denim skirt, she decided to forgo her tank top and just go topless. She enjoyed walking around the house and beach with her tits free and loose, with the warm breeze kissing her nipples. She waited until it looked like Bruce was up, and then fixed him some bacon and eggs, just having one egg herself and a slice of melon, and then decided to walk around on the beach, and wade in the water a little bit. 

While Julie walked on the beach, Bruce ate, and then went to answer the door when he heard a knock. It was a friend of his and an editor of one of the magazines he photographed for.

"Come on in Larry," Bruce invited him in. "Can I get you anything?"

Larry asked for a cocktail and sat down in the living room. Bruce took his plate to the sink and mixed himself and Larry a cocktail and sat on the sofa with him.

They talked about an upcoming issue planned for a couple of months down the road. Bruce had a model he wanted to try.

"That's fine, we're leaving this one all in your hands, so as long as you can deliver. When will you have some shots for us to look at?"

"Probably by next weekend," Bruce responded.

Larry looked over his shoulder through the large windows that lined the two outside walls of the living room. Julie, unaware of the two men in the living room, was leaning out over the deck railing, facing the ocean, her back to the men. She was still topless.

"Is that her?" Larry asked, pointing his thumb at her. 

"No, that's my tenant. She just lives here and keeps the place clean for me," Bruce replied.

Larry stared back at the beautiful woman.

"Goddamn she's hot," Larry declared.

"Why don't you go out and fuck her?" Bruce suggested. "Just walk up behind her, reach around and massage her tits--she loves that--then bend her over the railing, pull up her skirt, and fuck her from behind."

Larry turned to stare at Bruce.

"No way..." he gasped.

"Go ahead Larry. If you come up quietly, she'll probably think it's me, until your dick is up her pussy and she's too horny to stop."

Julie rested her palms on top of the deck railing, listening to the relaxing sound of the ocean waves as the sun began to drop closer to the horizon, turning the sky orange and red. She heard Bruce come up behind her.

"Beautiful isn't it?" she asked. But he just walked up close behind her. 

She relaxed up against him as he reached around and gently grasped her firm round tits in his palms. 

"Ummmm, that feels good," she sighed, as he gently massaged them, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. 

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm late summer and ocean breeze on her face, the salt taste of the ocean spray on her lips, and Bruce's gentle hands massaging her heavy swaying tits and their hardening nipples. She felt herself getting wet between her legs, and hoped that he would fuck her soon.

She felt a sense of relief when he started trying to pull up her skirt.

"I have a better idea lover," she said, reaching behind and pushing away his hands for a minute.

Instead of raising her skirt, she unbuttoned the catch to her denim skirt and let it slide to the ground, and then lifted each of her bare feet out of it. Now they wouldn't have to worry about trying to keep her skirt out of the way. Then she leaned forward over the railing of the deck, guided by a gentle hand on her back. She spread her legs a little bit, and tilted her pussy up as much as she could to give him easier access.

She gasped and nearly bit her lip as she felt the head of his cock pierce the folds of her throbbing pussy. She felt him grasp her hips with his hands, and moved back and forth gently, his cock delving deeper and deeper with each stroke until within three strokes, he was buried to the hilt. 

He paused a minute, letting her pussy get used to his cock, then began to fuck her steadily, clutching her hips hard.

Julie felt her heart racing. There seemed to be a roar in her ears that was louder than the sound of the ocean waves. She felt the gritty feeling of some beach sand on the deck under her bare feet. Her skin was sensitized to the feel of Bruce's hands on her hips and the sound of his groin slapping against her ass as he fucked her seemed as loud the sound of the ocean.

She tilted up her face into the warm sensuous rays of the setting sun as she started feeling the contractions of a powerful orgasm. Her long black hair brushed along the sensitive skin of her bare back, and her heavy breasts swung underneath her as Bruce pounded into her. Feeling completely free and uninhibited, Julie started screaming with pleasure as the waves of her orgasm seemed to radiate from her swollen clit that was being rubbed by the underside of Bruce's cock has he fucked her.

Larry could barely contain himself. He nearly passed out with pleasure and felt his balls tighten up as they prepared to explode. He felt the beautiful young lady's cunt squeeze his rock hard prick as she started screaming with pleasure and bucked up hard against him. As she came, her warm fluids gushed out around his plunging cock. That pushed him over the edge, and he felt the cum racing through his cock so hard, that it actually hurt a little. He moaned as his cock fired shot after shot into her pussy. He felt the warmth overflowing as it started running down the insides of Julie's thighs.

Sighing with relief, he felt his cock start to lose its stiffness, making a wet sound as it slipped out of Julie's sopping pussy.

"Ohhh, that was good babe," Julie said as she straightened up and turned around to kiss him.

"You're not Bruce!!!" she blurted out, alarmed.

"Um, I never claimed to be," Larry replied.

Somewhat embarrassed, her face turned red and she stammered something incoherent as she fled the deck and went inside to retreat to her room.

That evening she lay in her bed, trying to decide how she felt about what happened. She knew she was supposed to feel shocked and outraged. And even though she knew she was supposed to be feel bad about it--feel violated, she felt turned on. She had thought it was Bruce. It hadn't occurred to her that someone else was in the house. He must have come in while she was outside. So she knew that a good girl should feel angry. But she didn't. Why not? 

Other than Bruce, the only men she had fucked were the dates she would go out with when Sarah would set her up with someone. She could count all of the men on two hands--she hesitated a moment--well, definitely with two hands and two feet.

Maybe it was time to face facts. She was a slut. She was a horny, hot blooded slut who loved to be fucked by total strangers. The realization hit her like a brick falling on her head. Young ladies would feel violated by what happened--right? At least a good girl. Yet she was turned on. She was turned on by being fucked from behind by a total stranger. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more it started making her hot again. If she saw the man again, she promised herself that she would thank him by giving him a rip-roaring blowjob for giving her such a good fuck.

Just the same, for the next few days, she dressed a little more modestly than normal, pulling a tee shirt on or at least the top of her bikini around the house. She didn't want any more surprises for the time-being, at least not until she sorted out how she felt about it. Bruce was busy for a few days, and the house was quiet during this time frame. Bruce was constantly in his studio working with a non-stop stream of beautiful models, or else he would take off in his car somewhere, sometimes disappearing for hours, not returning until late in the evening. Summer would be over in two weeks, then the next semester would start again. 

That weekend before the semester started, Sarah came back from her family's home in the Bay area, and Julie's life began to change again.



A New Life for Julie Ch. 07



Chapter 7 - Three's Company

September 1978

The call came after 9 p.m., while Julie and Bruce were watching Three's Company. Julie found the show amusing. A guy like Jack Tripper, living in an apartment with two beautiful women--all single, and no one ever actually lifted a finger to touch each other? It seemed too hard to believe. She herself, living with two guys, having sex with both of them, and when she had moved in she had only had two sexual experiences since losing her virginity.

Just the same the show was funny. The comedy of errors and misunderstandings kept her laughing hard. But the new season had not quite started yet, so the show was a rerun, and she didn't hesitate to jump and answer the phone when it rang.

"I'M BACK!" Sarah yelled into the phone.

Julie could not suppress a squeal of pleasure when she heard Sarah's voice.

"Sarah! I have been so bored! I've got to see you! Let's get together tomorrow. How about a picnic?" Julie blurted out on an impulse.

"A picnic?" Sarah asked, as if it was the biggest novelty she had heard of. "Far out! Can you pack it? Like--I don't know how to do that."

Julie agreed, and the two young women arranged to meet at noon the next day. As usual, Julie would drive over, and then they would take Sarah's corvette.

"Right on! See you tomorrow--be there or be square!" Sarah said.

Sarah popped in the cassette to the soundtrack "Grease" that she had bought over the summer. They enjoyed singing to the songs as they sped along the curves of the mountain roads.

"Summer loving, had me a blast..." Sarah sang.

"Summer loving, happened so fast..." Julie sang.

"I met a girl, crazy for me..." Sarah sang.

"Met a guy, cute as can be."

The two girls were speeding along the highway up to the mountains in Sarah's convertible Corvette with the top down, the warm sun on their tanned faces and shoulders, the wind blowing in their hair. 

The day was already getting on. They had started late for a road trip. The day after tomorrow, the new semester would start. By the time they found a good campground, they wouldn't have much time there, Julie sighed to herself. Nonetheless, she pushed such negative thoughts out of her mind and enjoyed herself. There were hardly any cars on the road now.

"Hey," Sarah said, stopping her singing suddenly.

Julie braced herself. She had known Sarah for over a year now, and she recognized when her friend had an inspiration--usually a nasty inspiration that Julie wound up getting roped into--sometimes in a starring role.

"I know how we can have some awesome fun and get some excitement flowing!" she said with a devilish grin on her face.

Julie looked over at her friend. Sarah was giggling so hard she could barely talk.

"Okay Sarah, what do you have in mind?" Julie asked. She knew Sarah was going to rope her into something, but they always wound up having a lot of fun--even if it was often at Julie's expense.

"Julie, take off your top!" Sarah said with a wild giggle.

Julie smiled and pulled up her T-shirt. Why not? She had her bikini top on underneath.

"Okay, but nothing else!" Julie said sternly as she pulled her T-shirt off.

"Oh come on! Look around! We haven't passed a car in nearly half an hour, and we're almost there anyway!" Sarah argued.

Julie was a little resistant--afraid of getting pulled over by a cop.

"Sarah, what if we get busted?" Julie demanded.

"Come one Julie, Sarah pressed. "Just for kicks and giggles. If you see a Smokey coming, you can always cover up before he can dig that you're topless, and if we do get pulled over, I'll bet a blowjob will get us off the hook."

"A blowjob given by you or me?" Julie interjected somewhat sharply.

"Well, you know you want to, but I would be glad to help out," Sarah said seductively, making Julie laugh.

"...and besides, the worst thing that can happen anyway is you get a ticket, which I would pay anyway."

"What about getting arrested?" Julie asked.

"I'd bail us out, and we'd still just get a fine. But it won't happen--we're out in the middle of nowhere. Go on! Do it--don't be square!" Sarah urged insistently. 

Why did she do it? What was it about Sarah's firm insistent voice that always made Julie feel compelled to do things against her better judgment? 

"Oh, okay!" Julie said reluctantly, pulling off her bikini bra.

She had to admit the warm breeze on her bare tits felt erotic. She felt her nipples stiffen up. She thought about the risks of another car speeding around a curve ahead, and someone seeing her exposed. She was also startled to realize that the thought of that was making her hot!

Up ahead, she saw a car in the distance coming their way. She considered pulling her tee-shirt back on, but decided instead to hunker down low in the car so that they couldn't see her so readily.

The car was getting closer. Suddenly Julie lunged up in surprise. Sarah goosed her butt! Julie bounced up with a squeal, her full, swaying breasts jutting out in front of her, just as the other car passed by. She just caught a glimpse of a young man staring straight at her tits, eyes as big as saucers, mouth hanging wide open.

She bounced back down in her seat hard.

"SARAH!!! I COULD HAVE FALLEN OUT!" she screamed.

But Sarah was laughing uncontrollably, barely able to control the speeding Corvette.

"Yeah, you fell out all right!" Sarah said with a wild laugh.

Julie's cheeks were flushed hot with embarrassment, but after a few minutes she cooled down and couldn't help but giggle herself. No harm had come of it. It was fun, and made her feel sexy. God--what was she? A pervert?

Just the same she found that she didn't want to put her top back on, and when the next car passed by, there was no need for Sarah to goose her--she felt emboldened and sat up high in her seat, and arched her back to ensure the occupants of the other car would get an eyeful. They did, and they sounded their horn as they flew past.

Julie fell back in her seat giggling with Sarah.

"You've got to do it too!!!" Julie interjected hotly, after their giggling fit had subsided.

So Sarah, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, wrestled off her T-shirt. The Vette swerved dangerously as she pulled it up over her head.

"Sarah--you're going to wreck!" Julie shouted as she grabbed the wheel.

"You got it don't you?" Sarah replied, pulling the T-shirt off. 

Throwing the top off with a flick of her wrist, Sarah accelerated down the highway while Julie reached around and unsnapped her bra. Julie helped pull the straps off her shoulders and Sarah shrugged it off as the two girls sped on down the highway, topless, in Sarah's red corvette convertible.

They passed two more cars before reaching the road Sarah had been looking for. It was an obscure dirt road which she nearly missed. Sarah slammed on her brakes, making the 'vette fishtail sideways, then she backed up, and peeled out down the dirt road, leaving a cloud of dust behind her. 

Sarah found the spot she was looking for. It was an area where the trees cleared away, opening up into a beautiful mountain meadow. The girls stopped and found an area where they could lay down on their big blanket, and still look down on Los Angeles below them in the afternoon sun. 

They ate the peanut-butter sandwiches Julie had packed, and drank cold beer that Sarah had brought in an ice chest. When they had had their fill, Sarah brought a doobie out of her purse and lit it. After taking a toke, she passed it to Julie. While Julie took a toke, Sarah stood up and pulled her shorts and panties down, kicking them off.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked in astonishment.

"It feels nice. I'm just going to get some sun. Like, why don't you join me? You're already half-way there," Sarah pointed out. "Come on Julie--let it all hang out!"

Julie giggled. Like Sarah, she was still topless. She stood up and shucked off her own shorts and panties, and the two girls sat down on the blanket, sitting cross-legged and bare-assed on the blanket facing each other as they passed the joint back and forth.

Julie felt more intimate than usual with her best friend. They were sitting close together, face-to-face, "Indian style". They were sitting so close to each other that their knees were touching, and as each girl leaned over slightly to pass each other the joint, their nipples were almost close enough to brush each other. Julie was acutely aware of Sarah's physical presence. Julie had very sensitive skin. She enjoyed being nude, and loved the feel of the warm sun and soft breeze on her breasts as well as the feel of the blanket on her bare ass. Julie was feeling really Zen.

Sitting this way, the two young ladies were sitting eye-to-eye. They made silly observations and giggled a lot together, as they passed the joint back and forth. Julie noticed for the first time how beautiful her friend's lips were. They were fairly wide and somewhat thick, with a nice natural color. She wondered what it would be like to kiss them. The pot had lowered her inhibitions, and on a sudden impulse she leaned over and kissed Sarah on the lips--more than a peck, but less than a full-blown French kiss.

Sarah's eyes blinked and fluttered wide open in surprise.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I wanted to see what it would feel like," Julie giggled.

But Sarah didn't giggle back. She stared at Julie quietly for a minute until she had stopped giggling, then she grasped Julie's head gently between her hands and pulled it close. Sarah's kiss was not reserved. Her lips opened and her tongue speared into Julie's mouth, tangling with her tongue. And she didn't stop, but went on for about a minute. When she finished her kiss Julie was just about to whimper in pleasure.

"That's how it's done," Sarah whispered.

Julie was panting softly, with her eyes closed, and licked her lips.

"Let me try again," Julie said softly.

This time she didn't hold back, but gave Sarah everything, the two women kissed fiercely, mouths open and wet lips locked, tongues swirling together. Julie felt her nipples tighten, and she felt her pussy leaking onto the blanket. Finally they broke off, gasping for air.

"I think you got the hang of it, " Sarah conceded, as she fell backward, her chest rising and falling with her hard breathing as she lay supine on the blanket.

The joint had gone out, so Sarah relit it.

As they finished the doobie, the two girls laid down stretched out on the blanket. They talked about their summer, then about their earlier years, including their earlier sexual relationships. Sarah specifically wanted to know when Julie had lost her virginity.

"I know you weren't a virgin when we had our first double date, but you weren't experienced, that's for sure," Sarah said, urging Julie to talk.

Julie inhaled again and opened up to her friend.

"My first time was during one of my first dates. In the back seat of his car. We were kissing and petting pretty heavy, and then the next thing you know he had my pants down, and before I could say 'yes' or 'no' he had shoved it in me. It wasn't a pleasant experience, so I don't like to remember it or talk about it. It pretty much turned me off of sex, and I didn't want to go on any more dates after that.

"I was living with my aunt and uncle. My mother and father had died in a car wreck, and then I lived for a few years with my grandparents, until grandpa died. 

"My Aunt Priscilla hates me. To this day, I don't understand why. But my uncle was okay. That didn't help much though, because she pretty much ruled the roost. She never missed an opportunity to humiliate me and make me feel useless, ugly, and fat. That's probably why I don't like to eat too much now, and why I like to exercise." 

Sarah sat up and fumbled in her purse for another joint, and lit one up. She looked Julie in the eye as the Marijuana smoke curled up around her face as she exhaled out her nose.

"Right on," Sarah encouraged, handing the joint back to Julie.

Julie took another hit, and continued her story.

"Well, anyway, my mother and my uncle were Italian-American. Her name was Gabriella, and I had three cousins: Isabella, the only girl, who was just a little older than I, and Brendan, who was just slightly younger, and Brooks, who was about 2 or three years younger."

"I got along great with the guys, but Isabella was like her mother--she hated me. We even had to share a room. I guess that might be why she hated me. The two boys shared the other upstairs bedroom, and we shared a bathroom in between, that had a door to each bedroom." 

"Isabella and I shared the other room upstairs. We cut the room in half--she took one half, I took the other. Right in between our beds was the window. What do you call those little roofs over a window that stick out from the main roof of a house? Dormers I think? Anyway, there was a window dormer there, and you could go into the dormer and look out at the front yard."

"Anyway we always had to be careful to lock the door to the bathroom, so that neither of the boys could get through while we were using it. This one day, on the Fourth of July, we had a family picnic. After helping to set up out in the front yard, I went back up to our bathroom to take a shower. I took a long hot shower and it felt so good." 

"Have you ever taken one of those long showers when it felt so good on your skin? The spray hitting your boobs, the water running down between your shoulder blades, down your back and right in between the cheeks of your ass?"

"I don't know why I was feeling so turned on. Anyway, the water started getting cold, so I finally stopped and toweled off. I was brushing my hair, when I heard my Aunt Pris yelling for me, and here I was, totally naked."

"So, I ran out of the bathroom in to my room, and threw on an oversize T-shirt that was laying on my bed and went into the dormer. The window was partly open, and I slid it up the rest of the way, and bent over to stick my head and shoulders out the window to talk to my aunt."

"She started on, lecturing me, and I just listened. I don't even remember what it was about. Once I was about to pull away back into the room, and she told me she wasn't done with me yet. So I had to stand there stooped over, with my head and shoulders sticking out the window."

"Suddenly, I felt someone behind me. A pair of hands pulled up my T-shirt and started kneading my ass. I almost yelled out, but I was afraid of what Aunt Pris would do to me if she found out, but I managed to keep my mouth shut and pretended nothing was happening. I tried to pull back, but whoever he was, he was blocking me, and I couldn't turn around with the upper part of my body sticking out the window. Also, when I tried to pull back, my aunt yelled: 'Hold on--I'm not done with you yet!'" 

"So here I was, terrified, my bare ass in someone's hands--I don't know for sure who--all I knew at the time was it was that it had to be a member of my family! My aunt was watching me from the ground below, and I'm praying she doesn't see that there's someone else in the room behind me. But from where she was standing on the ground below, there would have been no way she could have seen back into the window to see what was going on." 

"So what did you do?" Sarah asked breathlessly.

"What could I do? I just stood there, frozen! Then, the person slipped their foot in between mine and nudged my feet further apart, until each of my feet was up against the sides of the dormer. Then, he started rubbing his fingers on my pussy! It was already wet from my shower, but got hotter and wetter even though I was nervous that we would get caught. But what could I do? 

"He had one hand on my back, and his other hand was on my pussy. His fingers slipped inside, pulling my pussy lips apart. Then he used his thumb to rub my clit back and forth slowly. I was trying hard not to moan!

"I was getting SO hot. I could feel a drop of my wetness running down the inside of my thigh. Then his fingers left my twat. I was so wet! I was going to try to pull back inside, but my aunt was still going on, and the stranger was still behind me. I didn't dare do anything that would let her know what was going on! And by this time my resistance was crumbling fast.

"I felt his hands, and yes, it was definitely a 'him'--his hands move up to my hips, and suddenly I felt his stiff prick piercing into my pussy. His hands gripped me hard as he gently started moving back and forth. I felt my body responding, even though I was terrified of getting caught, and I didn't even know who was doing this to me. Somehow it was an incredible turn-on, knowing that everyone out in the front yard was watching me get fucked, even though they didn't know it!"

"Totally tubular!" Sarah breathed as she listened intently, her face flushed.

"Since it was only the second time in my life I had been fucked, my pussy was really tight, Julie continued. "My mystery fucker persevered though, and soon he had his stiff prick all the way in, and started sawing in and out slowly. My hands were gripping the ledge of the window as I tried to stop myself from rocking back and forth. I found myself bending over slightly more, and wishing I could spread my legs a little wider, but he had no problem with access. I was being ploughed and furrowed."

"Below me, my aunt just kept yakking on and on, sometimes pausing and looking up at me. She may have thought she had my rapt attention, but the look on my face was actually rapture. I was trying hard to keep from closing my eyes and moaning with pleasure, my mouth was hanging open, and I was bent over, getting fucked good and hard without anyone knowing it, although they were all outside looking up at me!"

"Probably if I hadn't been so turned on, I would have been terrified that my aunt would notice that my hair was swaying back and forth a little bit, although I was trying to stay absolutely still, but I was putting all my concentration in trying not to scream with pleasure. My fingers were gripping the window ledge so hard it's a wonder I didn't make indentations in the wood.

"My aunt was oblivious though. Once in a while she would stop her ranting, and ask me something like: 'do you understand me?', and each time, I would manage to whimper 'yes', which she would take at face value, not realizing that it was more a reaction to the fucking I was receiving at the other end."

"It's a good thing she couldn't get too close, because she would have heard the smacking noises my mystery fucker was making as he gradually fucked me harder and faster, the soft moans he was making, and the quiet little whimpers which slipped out from my open lips. His cock felt like a hot steel bar inside me."

"My aunt was almost finished, and so was I, and so was my mystery fucker. I felt him grab my hips hard, so hard it hurt a little. I heard him gasp and then he was spurting inside me. I felt streams of his hot cum running down the insides of my thighs. He pulled out, still firing streams of cum all over my bare ass, which was still sticking up in the air out of sight in the dormer." 

"When I felt his cum splatter against my ass cheek that pushed me over the edge. I was cumming so hard! It was like an explosion going off in me." 

"But my aunt wasn't quite done with me though! The whole time he was finishing me off, she was still yelling at me! 'Do you understand me young lady?' she demanded. 'YES!' I replied, as I felt him slam into me, and my orgasm started boiling up inside me. She asked a couple more questions: 'Yes! Yes! Yes!.' Pound, pound, pound. Then I think she asked something like: 'So are you going to do this again?' 'YES!,' I screamed at the top of my lungs just as my orgasm exploded! 

Julie paused in her story as Sarah gasped. 

"That threw her for a loop, Julie continued, "and she took a couple steps forward, cocking her head to the side and snarled: 'WHAT?!'" 




A New Life for Julie Ch. 07



"Oh no!" Sarah whispered.

"She obviously thought I was being a smart ass. I realized what I had done, and even as my orgasm was subsiding, I corrected myself: 'I mean NO!' 'No! no no no...' I trailed off to a whisper. Behind me, I heard my mystery fucker slipping out the door.

"Okay then, come on down and join the picnic," my aunt instructed me.

"Did you ever find out who it was?" Sarah asked, bring Julie back to the present.

Julie shook her head. She had been completely submerged in her memories.

"Oh, uh, I think so. I had two uncles at that picnic. I remember seeing both of them in the yard. So that means it had to be one of my male cousins. Brooks's a little younger than me, but there's no way it could have been him. He had a crush on me, and after that episode, he acted the same way around me as before. Besides, whoever fucked me had an experienced, adult cock. I doubt if it could have been Brooks." 

"My oldest cousin Brendan, was my about my age. I think he slipped through the bathroom on the other side of our room, which is why I didn't hear our bedroom door open."

Julie paused, taking another hit from the joint, and passing it back to Sarah.

"Also, although Brooks didn't act any different, Brendan did. Every time he saw me he would leer at me. He didn't do that so much before."

Sarah was laying on her stomach next to Julie. She plucked a meadow flower and stuck it in her hair above her ear. She looked like a naked, 60s flower child.

"So, did anyone ever find out?" she asked Julie.

"Well, if Aunt Pris had found out then and there, she would have had a cow for sure. But I think Isabella found out somehow. She didn't like me before, but after that, she became totally hostile, and started pulling lots of dirty tricks on me, and finding ways of getting me in trouble. She started calling me a slut."

"I think Isabella started poisoning Aunt Pris. It couldn't have been hard, because Aunt Pris never liked me to begin with, but after this she started getting meaner. She started making me feel ugly, told me I was fat. She made me wear baggy clothes, and after an eye appointment, made me wear glasses. It was like she was trying to hide me. She always sent me to the room whenever men were around, and she made my uncle seal off the bathroom so that we couldn't enter from our bedrooms anymore, but had to use the one downstairs, and the boys got the upstairs bathroom all to themselves."

"I think somehow Isabella saw from outside, maybe she was a little further away and had a different angle from everyone else, and somehow she got the idea into Aunt Pris's head that I was a slutty woman who would corrupt her sons."

Julie rolled over.

"I don't want to talk about them anymore, she said. "It's your turn to tell me a story now."

"Like what?" Sarah asked.

"Tell me about the first time you ever slept with a woman," Julie asked.

"Why do you want to know about it?" Sarah asked as she drew her knees up and clasped her hands around her legs, rocking back a little on the thick blanket.

"Just curious," Julie said as she reclined against Sarah's legs, relaxing.

"Okay, well, it was when I was still living at home. I had a younger brother, so my parents had hired an Au Pair to look after him. She was a few years older than me--a Mexican woman. Very beautiful, huge brown eyes--very gentle..."

"Do you like men or women better?" Julie interrupted. She couldn't help herself, she was curious. She turned around and looked at Sarah.

"Oh, definitely men, but why should I limit myself to only half the population? If I see an attractive and sexy woman, why shouldn't I make love to her? Like you for instance," Sarah added, as Julie turned around, looking into her eyes.

Suddenly Julie realized that she was between Sarah's thighs. She had been laying down, partly supported by her elbows and Sarah's calves. When she had turned around, Sarah had simply parted her legs.

"It's okay, I'll tell you what to do," Sarah said as she reached up with her hand and guided Julie's head down to her pussy.

Julie let Sarah guide her, and drew close to Sarah's pussy.

The afternoon sun shone on Sarah's golden-haired pussy as she drew close. She could see that Sarah's pussy lips were swollen and glistening with lubrication in anticipation.

She grasped Sarah's thighs and held them apart further and leaned forward. She thought back for a moment of her recent experience with Catherine and applied what she had learned. She could hardly believe she had her mouth on her best friend's pussy, but she found she enjoyed it, and wondering if she was becoming a lesbian.

She licked Sarah's wet box up and down, seeking to capture some of her juices on her tongue, and then started flicking Sarah's clit, slowly and gently at first, and then gradually faster and harder.

Soon she had Sarah screaming and writhing in pleasure. Sarah's hips squirmed beneath her, and she had to wrap her arms around her friend's thighs in an effort to keep her lips on the clit she was gently sucking.

Sarah suddenly arched her back and screamed out loud. Julie felt a rush of pleasure course through her own body. She realized that bringing someone else to an orgasm was almost as exciting as having one herself.

Suddenly to her dismay, she heard the loud sound of someone else's feet approaching rapidly. She raised her head out from between Sarah's legs to see a young man running.

He was in his twenties she guessed, with blonde feathered hair, a flannel shirt and jeans.

A buff dude, Julie thought.

"Oh my god, he gushed, his face turning red. "I heard screaming and I thought someone was hurt."

Julie was embarrassed beyond belief. Here she was bare-assed naked with her face between another woman's thighs!

Sarah sat and drew herself up on to her knees, the flower still in her golden hair, her full breasts swinging as she got up.

"Hi, I'm Sarah, and this is Julie" she said.

"Um, I'm Andy," the young man stammered.

"Well Andy, I'd say today is your lucky day," Sarah said she moved closer to him, and tugged the zipper to his jeans down.

Julie could not believe her eyes. Her bold friend had this stranger's dick out and was blowing him!

She got up on her knees and moved closer to watch. She moved to within a few inches so that she could easily see Andy's stiffening prick sliding in and out of Sarah's mouth. 

Sarah's hand encircled his prick at the base and she was stroking him as she moved her head back and forth. Julie loved watching, but was becoming hungry to feel this cock in her own mouth.

Sarah, noticing her friend's lips part and her tongue flick out across her lips, pulled Andy's cock out of her mouth and offered it to her friend. 

Julie felt a little shy at first, but she parted her lips and gladly took Andy's cock between her lips. She opened her mouth wide, and began sawing her head back and forth. Seeing Sarah's encouraging nod, Julie closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure of it, feeling the head push out her cheek each time she went down. She bobbed her head back and forth for a few minutes until she started running out of breath.

Sarah sensed her need to take a breath and pulled Andy's cock out of Julie's mouth and transferred it back to her own, and resumed her sucking on his cock and Julie got her breath back and watched Sarah again.

Sarah had something else in mind though. She pulled Andy's cock out of her mouth with a pop.

"Julie, why don't you get on your hands and knees," she said.

Julie, trusting Sarah implicitly, did as she said.

Sarah reached around and moved Julie's legs a little further apart, and then she stroked Julie's pussy, slipping her fingers inside. Julie moaned and lowered her lower body down to the blanket to tilt her pussy up more. Sarah grabbed Julie's ass cheeks and leaning down, licked Julie's wet pussy from her clit up to her asshole.

While she did this, Sarah had been using her other hand to stroke Andy's cock. 

"Okay Andy, I think she's ready for you to fuck her," Sarah told him.

He grinned and got on his knees behind Julie. Sarah nodded at him with a smile as he put his hands on Julie's hips and speared his stiff cock into her wet folds.

He sighed with pleasure and started rocking back and forth. Soon Julie was moaning herself, rocking back and forth in time with Andy's pumping.

Sarah stroked the curve of Julie's smooth flexing back and her ass cheeks which jiggled a little each time Andy ploughed into her.

"Whooohooo! Go for it girl!" Sarah cheered her, caressing her undulating back and ass as Julie rocked back and forth.

After a few minutes, Sarah laid down and spread her legs with her pussy under Julie's face. Julie had her eyes closed in rapture as Andy fucked her, and didn't even notice that Sarah was underneath her face, waiting for her tongue.

Andy did though. He gently pushed down on Julie's back.

"Hon, I think she wants you to go back to what you were doing when I came running up," he said, as Julie lowered her face back down on to Sarah's wet pussy.

Julie tried to keep the motions of her head and tongue independent of what was happening at her other end. She wrapped her arms around Sarah's hips again. She ran her tongue up and down Sarah's slit, over and over, as Sarah started bucking her hips. Holding on tight, Julie speared her tongue into Sarah's cunt. 

Sarah whimpered and started chanting--"Oh god oh god oh god.

Meanwhile, Andy picked up the pace behind her, gripper her hips hard as he fucked her faster. He had never had the pleasure of sex with two women at the same time, and the sights and sounds blew his mind. It was taking all of his self control not to blow his wad right then and there. 

The beautiful vixen he was fucking wasn't making it any easier. Her pussy was clasping and clamping down on his cock, and if it were not for the generous amounts of hot lubricants that she secreted he probably couldn't have even moved his prick.

God she was tight, not to mention hot and wet!

Julie was starting to whimper herself as she felt her orgasm building. She transferred the intensity of her feelings to her tonguing of Sarah. 

Sarah was thrashing hard, and suddenly started screaming and whipsawing up and down wildly as she exploded in orgasm.

Sarah going wild below her, combined with Andy's vigorous pumping in and out of her wet tunnel, pushed Julie over the edge and she started crying out into Sarah's pussy as she came. 

Andy was going wild by this time, and felt his balls tightening. The sight of Julie eating out Sarah and Sarah's wild climax pushed him over the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Julie, quick, turn around and let's get his cum," Sarah whispered to her friend urgently.

Julie realized what Sarah had in mind and spun around to take Andy's cock in her mouth again. She started bobbing her head back and forth as Sarah moved in next to her on her knees.

The two shared his cock, taking turns pulling it into their mouths and sucking hard. Andy felt his cock being drawn quickly and insistently to a powerful orgasm. He was going to blow any second.

"OHHH--JESUS H CHRIST" Andy screamed out--no longer able to control himself.

Sarah and Julie were running their tongues around the head of his prick when he started spraying.

Both Julie and Sarah had their tongues out nearly tip to tip right in front of his dick, and felt the jism spurt our along the tip of their tongues.

After the first blast, Sarah covered the head of his cock and took the next blast in her mouth, then she pulled out after a couple of gulps and directed his spraying cock into Julie's mouth. The faces were painted with his semen in the process. Julie sucked and felt the thick globs of his cum roll down her throat. 

She let his softening prick slip from her lips and grinned at Sarah and the two girls giggled.

"Outta sight!!"

Later on, on the drive back to town, Sarah told her Julie about some of her group experiences. The two girls were listening to the "Kiss You All Over" on the radio.

"You should try it with two or more guys--a gangbang. Now THAT is really hot!" Sarah told her.

Julie shivered at the thought.