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Chapter 3

"You know," he told her as she kept her hand on his cock and he pressed his hard hairy body against her soft smooth flesh, "I had a hard time awhile ago."

"How so?" she asked, looking at him with interest.

“Well, when you started to wash your hair I wanted to grab you and throw you down on the bed, I was so hot for you."

Julie laughed. "I'm glad you waited," she told him. "I like things to happen… naturally, if that's the word for it. I like people to get to know each other first."

"Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm pushy."

"No, but I am," she said with a chuckle, suddenly ducking her head down and sliding away from him. She stretched out on the bed, her legs over the side as her hands came up and gripped his thighs, spreading them wide apart. Then, she opened her mouth and using the tip of her sensuous tongue, began to lick the head of his cock, wrapping her prober hotly around his glans.

Skip shivered and reached down to stroke her hair as Julie opened her mouth as wide as possible, lowering her lips over his tremulous bobbing pecker. She sucked on it gently as her fingers massaged the thick base of his tool, moving the shaft in and out of her mouth with great skill and considerable excitement.

Slowly, he began to feel desire building up in his groin, heating his loins and making his cock stiffen even more, pulsating as it slid in and out of her wet clinging mouth. He reached for her, hoping to return the favor, but she looked up at him and nodded her head from side to side.

"No, let me," she told him softly. "Just lay back and let me do it my way, please."

"Whatever you say," he replied, leaning back against the pillows. He followed her movements with his eyes, watching her tits bounce, staring at the quivering rounded globes of her succulent ass. He was already thinking of what she had told him, particularly the part about her father.

His wife had never allowed him the pleasure of taking her bottom, but his taste for cornholing had not diminished in all the years he had gone without it. Now, he gazed at Julie's ripe little buns and hoped that she would allow him to take his pleasure that way. He pictured how it would feel, imagining the tightness of her ass and how she would squeeze her sphincter muscles around his cock, holding him in an exquisitely pressuring embrace.

The very idea made him shiver and his cock reared up, harder than ever. Faster and faster Julie circled it with her lips with growing pleasure. She loved the way his pecker trembled as her tongue lashed over it, loved the way Skip began to hump upwards, pumping his meat into her mouth as his breathing grew harsher and he gasped with the excitement of having her suck on his dick.

Expecting her to stop any minute, he was surprised when she kept going. Her lips remained around his throbbing penis and her long hot tongue rasped around the head of his tool, running up and down the stiff underside of his shaft. His lips were gyrating and when she used her hand to press against his nuts he screamed out, not wanting to come.

But no matter how hard he tried to pull away, Julie would not let him escape her tenacious hold. She sucked harder and faster, sucking in her cheeks and creating a fantastic kind of vacuum that left him breathless with excitement.

Then, when he least expected it, seconds away from climax, Julie stopped. She had sensed his uncontrollable pleasure and though she wanted to take him in her mouth, to swallow his cream and lick It up, making him come scream with joy, she still wanted to come as well.

Not saying a word, she swung around on her side. Skip turned over and as she returned to his cock, he leaned forward and pawed at her curly pubic patch, searching between her swollen cunt lips for her delectable little clit.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said to her. "I want us to come together, at the same time." Then, he bent forward and pressed his excited face right between her legs. He smelled her sex and licked his come off her vulva, diving in and wrapping his tongue excitedly around her clitoris.

Chewing on it delicately, he decided to be daring. Using one hand, he slipped a finger into her gash, moistening it with her cunt juice. Then, as she kept on sucking him off and he continued licking and eating her out, Skip pressed his moistened extended finger right between the cheeks of her ass.

Julie suddenly stiffened, sucking harder and faster as she felt the man probing along her anal furrow, slipping her finger down to batter it against her pink puckered hole. She shivered with joy, cramming her mouth full, stuffing his cock between her lips as Skip rubbed the tip of his pointing finger up and down across her asshole, exciting her all the more.

Then he pushed it forward, gently yet forcefully. Julie screamed out and whimpered with pleasure as she felt Skip's finger sliding right up inside her anus. It filled her, or so it seemed and she clenched and unclenched her sphincter muscles around it as he shoved it in higher, all the way to his last knuckle.

At the same time, he was sucking on her pussy and he began to wiggle his finger around, slowly rotating it in circles and exciting the walls of her dry tight bottom as he pulled it in and out quickly, finger-fucking her ass as she quivered against him, her mouth flying up and down over his enormously hard thick penis.

He knew he couldn't hold back and when Julie suddenly thrust her hand down under the base of his nuts and up into his coarse haired anal crevice, he stiffened and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Baby, baby, now, suck on it. Milk him, swallow my cream. I’m coming you sweet tight bitch cunt. Coming, coming!"

He thrust his tongue in as far as possible and stiffened as he felt his come being pumped out of his nuts, traveling up the length of his shaft and then shooting out thickly into her mouth. Julie began to come as well, her hot pungent juices trickling down the walls of her pussy as Skip licked and slobbered over her twat, making her tremble and mewl with unbelievable lusty joy.

Her climax made her dizzy and she felt his seed splattering inside her throat. She swallowed the salty thick wads of come, tasting his cream, drinking his come as she milked his cock dry and her ears filled with the roar of his moanings, her body filled with the explosive heat of her fabulously intense and long-lasting climax.

His cock was going limp and she was still experiencing her pleasure. It just didn't end and he kept sucking up her cunt juice, pressing his lips and nose up into her hairy gash and trembling with pleasure as she came inside his mouth, quivering and twitching with the spasmodic intensity of her orgasm.

He had never enjoyed eating out a cunt as much as hers and he kept his mouth in place even as she pulled her head away from his limp flaccid penis and begged him to stop, that she couldn't take anymore. "I can't, I can't!" she cried out, writhing and thrusting her hips up to his mouth. "Enough. I'm going crazy!" But at last, her climax consumed her.

She fell back on the bed, unable to control the twitching and convulsive spasms which shot through her body as her face contorted and the last blows of her orgasm were felt. After that, she remembered nothing, drifting into sleep as she lay nestled in Skip Howard's arms.

But the following morning she was wide awake, even as he lay snoring alongside of her. Slipping out of bed, she decided to go exploring and left a note for him, telling him that she had hitched into town to pick up a couple of things and would be back early in the afternoon.

She hoped that he wasn't in a hurry to get to Reno, but Julie knew herself well enough to realize that the man would wait, patiently or not, but still wait. Last night had been filled with too much pleasure to be discarded like a used tissue. She knew that he would want more of the same and she fully intended to satisfy him, gratifying her own insistent physical desires at the same time.

She remembered that just before they had turned into the motel, they had passed a sign which indicated that the nearest town was less than ten miles further down the road. The ride came easily, though she found the driver unattractive and said little to him. By noon she was sitting in a small roadside cafe, nursing a beer. She felt bored and was about to chug her draught and head back to the motel when a voice appeared out of nowhere, asking, "May I join you?"

Julie looked up from her seat in the booth at the rear of the cafe. A middle-aged man with a strong chiseled face and piercing gray eyes was looking down at her. His hair was graying at the temples and she decided to let caution slip to the winds.

"Sure," she said, nodding her head.

The man smiled and sat across from her, ordering a martini and another beer for Julie. "You're a newcomer around her, aren't you?" he asked, sipping his martini and obviously having a difficult time keeping his eyes off the front of her blouse.

Today she had donned a mini skirt and a see-through blouse, once again refusing to be trapped inside the confines of a bra. "Just passing through," she mumbled, taking another swallow of beer.

"My name's Justin Spencer. It's a family name," he went on, still staring at her tits. "I'm actually a stranger here myself. Just in town for three days on business. I've got a bottle of good rye whiskey in my room, so I wondered if you'd care to come up for a drink."

He spoke nervously and she laughed to herself, rather enjoying his discomfort. She studied him for a moment and decided that he wasn't that unattractive. Besides, she had nothing better to do with the next hour or so and she knew that Skip would wait.

"Sure," she said with an inviting smile, moving her body so he could see her boobs move underneath the thin and nearly transparent material of 'her blouse. "But it'll cost," she said, finishing her drink and deciding in that fraction of a second that it might be a kick to pose as a hooker.

The man looked at her, a strange smile twisting the corners of his mouth. "Oh, really? How much then?"

"Fifty," she said boldly.

"That's a bit steep, wouldn't you say?"

"I wouldn't say that at all. I'm well worth it, mister."

"Well, I'm sure you are," Spencer said finally, agreeing to her price with a weary nod of his head. He got up and Julie followed him out of the cafe. Outside, he had his car parked and she got in the front seat, sitting right next to him. She knew that his eyes were riveted on her legs, trying to see her undies as her skirt rode up around her hips as she got into the car.

Purposely, teasing him as much as she could and rather annoyed that he was being such a clod, Julie let her thighs fall apart as she fidgeted in her seat. She didn't stop moving until she was sure that he could feast his eyes on the lace covered mound thrusting itself up between her legs.

She wondered if Justin Spencer was a pervert. Here he was paying her fifty bucks and he kept looking like some sex-starved high school kid. It really surprised her. But at the same time, it reminded her of her uncle, her father's younger brother. He was the same way, she realized to herself as Anderson started up the car, finally pulling his eyes away from her pussy.

Just the same, she thought, recalling an incident that had happened to her when she was fourteen. She was already sexually mature, although still the innocent virgin that was later to be discovered and deflowered by Mr. Billingham. At the time, her uncle had been staying at their place for a short visit and vacation and one night she woke up, frightened.

Something disturbed her and when she looked up from the bed, she saw her uncle standing by the door, not moving. "You've got the wrong room," she told him. "Your bedroom's down the hall" She thought he might be drunk or something.

"Don't be frightened," he had told her in a monotone that gave her the creeps.

Then, she realized that the blankets were off and that her nightgown had bunched up above her breasts. She didn't say anything to him, not understanding what was happening. "I just want to take a look at you," he had gone on, saying, "don't worry, Julie. I won't hurt you. I'd never want to hurt anyone as pretty as you."

When he moved closer she smelled whiskey and although she was afraid, she just didn't know what to do. She didn't want her parents to come in and find her just about naked in front of him. It would be too embarrassing, too difficult to explain.

"You're very sexy," he had gone on to say and she had nodded her head. Then, as her eyes became more and more adjusted to the dim light, she could see that her uncle had one hand at the front of his trousers. He was moving it gently up and down as he looked at her and his breathing was growing heavy, rapid intakes of air.

"Now open your legs," he said in a strange gasping kind of voice.

"What?" she demanded, scared now, really frightened.

"Open your legs, Julie. Open them wide so I can see you. I just want to look at you. All of you," he had replied.

She felt that she had no choice but to listen to him and do as he asked. As she opened her thighs, she knew that he could see her pubic mound, the lush ringlets of brown hair and the folds and creases of her pussy.

"Nice, nice," he moaned softly as his hand worked faster and faster at the front of his trousers. "So beautiful, so pretty to look at."

She saw how his eyes were riveted to her crotch, but she was too frightened to scream. She was afraid that if she did, her uncle would go insane and do something even worse. "Please," she whimpered with a tear in her voice. "Please, leave me alone!"

"So soft, so tender," he murmured as his hand beat frantically at the front of his pants. Suddenly, he could not longer contain himself. Quickly, he edged near her so that she could see and with saying another word, pulled down the zipper to his fly. She turned her head away but as his whispered moans and groans of lust filled her ears, she looked back.

She had never seen such a thing before.

A thick pink tube of flesh rose up in his hand. She knew it was a penis and her uncle was stroking it, staring at her pussy, stroking and tugging on his meat as he watched her. She didn't dare move a muscle but lay in bed, totally naked, watching her uncle playing and fondling with his cock.

"More," he whispered. "Show me more."

Afraid of being raped, she did what was expected of her. Arching her legs wide, she lifted them up so that he could see the interior of her pussy and her pink corrugated asshole. The very sight of her private parts inflamed him even more and suddenly his groans increased as she saw his hand flying up and down over the thick rigid shaft of his cock.

Then, when she least expected it, he stiffened and sobbed loudly. Suddenly, something white and creamy began to spurt out of the end of his penis, thick wads of stuff spraying over her, onto her boobs, her cunt, even between the cheeks of her ass.

She held herself rigid as he trembled and sprayed his come over her body. Then, when the last drops had gushed out; he thrust It back into his pants and looked into her eyes. "Don't tell anyone. Don't tell anyone about this ever" he warned her, backing out of her room and closing the door behind him.

Julie thought of this as Justin Spencer drove her to his motel. The memory was unpleasant but in the light of all she had learned and all that she had experienced, it was not as bad as she once had imagined. Her uncle was a freak, a real weirdo. But ultimately harmless so long as he was allowed to look. For he looked, but never touched.

Then quite suddenly, she began to feel very badly about what she was doing, what she was going to do with this middle-aged businessman. In a way, she felt as If she was betraying Skip somehow. But that was ridiculous, she rationalized to herself. She’d just met him and he didn't own her or owe her anything, nor did she demand exclusive rights to his affections.

Still, the feeling persisted as they continued to drive towards Spencer's motel. "You didn't tell me it was so far out of town," Julie told him, growing more and more annoyed.

"You didn't ask, sugar," he said sarcastically.

Julie didn't answer him. She just wanted to get the whole thing over with, now that she realized it was a mistake. Finally, they pulled into a rather rundown and cheap looking motel several yards off the main road. "Nothing fancy," he told her, parking the car. "But the sheets are clean."

"I hope so," she murmured, getting out of the car and following him to his room.

They were inside the little semi-detached cabin not more than two or three minutes when Spencer grabbed her and pulled her up to him, smashing his lips down on hers and forcing her to rub up and down against the front of his body.

Julie pulled away from him and shivered, feeling the man's hands traveling up and down her body. He clutched her breasts and squeezed the nipples until she cried out that he was hurting her. Laughing, Spencer shot one hand down between her legs and forced his fingers up under her skirt and along the insides of her thighs.

"Let's get on with it," he told her roughly, pressing the palm of her hand against the bulge of his penis. She felt it in front of his trousers, a longish tube that quivered as she kept her fingers on top of his erection.

"Sure, sure," she said without much enthusiasm, starting to get undressed. Slowly, she took off her blouse and when she glanced at Spencer, he was already naked and sitting at the edge of the bed. His penis stuck up in the air, rising from between his hairy thighs.

"Come on, kiddo, I ain't got all day," he told her, irritated that she was taking so long.

Feeling strangely embarrassed, she pulled off her skirt and panties and turned to him, totally naked. Then, moving towards the bed, she waited. Spencer reached out and pulled her against him.

He pushed her down and buried his face between her large lush boobs, sucking on her titflesh, nibbling her skin and kissing her nipples as he kneaded her boobs with his large meaty paws.

Then, one of his hands moved between her naked thighs and Julie felt a thick long finger pressing into her cunt. But she was not very excited and her pussy was dry. The jabbing finger hurt her and she looked at him with growing anger, blaming him for her foolhardy mistake.

"Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?" she asked. "I got other things to take care of today."

"You're gonna suck me off first," he said off-handedly.

"Oh, really," Julie replied, her hands on her hips. "That's ten bucks extra."

"Bullshit! I'm paying fifty already," he swore angrily.

"You're paying sixty," she retorted.

Without saying another word he got to his feet and shuffled over to the dresser, retrieving his wallet and handing her six ten dollar bills. Then, he spread his legs open and pushed her down on the floor. "Now, suck, you little cock teasing cunt. Suck it all the way in and make me come you bitch motherfucker! "

She laughed to herself, wondering if he was using these words to sound tough and masculine. Reluctantly, she took hold of his hard erect pecker in one hand and began to massage it. Then, with a sure of will power, she shut her eyes and pressed her open lips over the rounded head of his pecker. She heard Spencer groan loudly as he felt her lips making contact with his sensitive cock flesh.

"Harder!" he told her. "Suck on it. You ain't seen such a big one in years, I bet."

She didn't answer. Spencer's cock was average, to say the least.

"Nice," he whispered. "Keep it up, baby.

Play with my nuts, too, while you're at it."

Julie bobbed her head up and down, not turned on, working mechanically. She sucked in the entire length of his penis and swabbed it with her tongue, reaching down with one hand to fondle and toy with his hairy sac. His nuts felt bloated, as if he hadn't come in years.

"Lick it up, sugar," he went on. "What a tongue. Eat it up. Make my cock good and hard, baby."

The guy seemed determined to keep talking through the whole number. Julie wished that he would shut up so that she could get it over with. She wondered if he wanted her to keep going until he came in her mouth. Or maybe he'd want to come twice.

"You're different, baby," Spencer told her in a hoarse moan. "I ain't found anyone like you in a long time. Most of the broads I know don't like to suck cock. They'd rather lay on their backs and lift their legs, let me do all the work. Shit, they just want to be plowed, have me ram right into them, one-two-three. But you look like you enjoy your work. Like you really dig sucking cock. I bet you could suck cock for days. I'm sure of it."

Julie tried to control herself. She was really getting angry, pissed off at Spencer for his non-stop babbling. She licked and tongued his rod with greater and greater speed, hoping to bring him off and finish up the job, but he didn't let her.

Instead, he pulled her up and threw her down on the bed. "Shit, baby, I'm so hot to fuck you I'm gonna cream any second," he groaned hotly.

Spreading her legs, she waited for the inevitable. Spencer crawled on top of her and she felt his heavy come-laden tool forcing its way between her legs, pushing apart the lush hot folds and creases of her pussy and digging right on inside. He shoved in hard and she felt his weight on top of her, felt him grinding down with his hips, thrusting his meat all the way inside until his pubic bush rubbed up against her mons and she could barely breathe from the pressure of ills heavy body against hers.

Automatically, she tightened her cunt muscles around his hard thick dick and began to move back and forth, pumping up with her hips. Despite her original feelings, the presence of Spencer's cock inside of her was having its effects. Her body began to respond almost instinctively, involuntarily.

She began to shiver as he started to plow into her, ramming harder and faster into her warm moist pussy. He breathed in her face and she smelled booze, thought of her uncle, and slammed her eyes shut, praying that he’d come and she could go back to Skip.

Spencer didn't stop. His nuts whacked against her upraised legs and he dug in, hot and heavy, swearing and wheezing as he plugged and unplugged her hole with his thick stubby erection.

Julie lay there, mentally detached. She continued to hump upwards, shoving her, hips forward to meet his strokes, thinking that he was a fool to pay her sixty bucks when he surely could have gotten it off someone for nothing. He was thrashing around on top of her, pounding his prick in and out like a sledgehammer. She increased her hip motions, pushing her pubis up to the foot of his cock as she felt him getting ready to come.

Then, he let out a strangled whimper and slumped on top of her and she could feel the wetness spreading inside of her. He had reached his orgasm almost silently, much as she had expected. Gently, she pushed him off her, grabbed her things and disappeared into the bathroom. Douching thoroughly, she showered and heard him pounding on the door.

"Hold your horses!" she called back as she wrapped a towel around her wet dripping body. "I'll be out in a second."

Then, when she came into the room, he rushed towards the bathroom and she could hear the sharp hissing spray of his urine as he emptied his bladder. When he came back, he was smiling and offered to drive her back to town, asking too if she'd like to make another go at it the following day.

"I'm leaving tonight," she said when they got into his car. Not far from Skip's motel she asked him to stop, saying that she was going the rest of the way by foot, that she had to see some people she knew.

And when Justin Spencer turned his car around and disappeared down the road with a piercing honk, she thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't been trapped by a pervert. It had been far easier than she had expected and she patted the sixty bucks in the pocket of her skirt, not at all displeased with herself.

But when she got to the motel, she had to contend with Skip's displeasure. "I was fucking worried," he told her when she came into the room. "I even drove into town, but I couldn't find you. Where in God's name have you been all this time?"

"I'm sorry," she replied. "Look, Skip, I'm sorry I fucked up your tight schedule or whatever it is you're rushing to do. But if you had to leave, you didn't have to stay behind just on my account."

"And leave all your stuff?"

"I could have picked it up."

"This is ridiculous." He looked at her and knew that he couldn't stay angry. She was so beautiful, so sensual. He wanted to hold her and reached out. She came to him, clinging, nestling her head in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said again, this time sincerely. "But I'm a big girl now. You shouldn't act like my father. It doesn't become you and it's not what I'm looking for."

Skip was silent. Julie moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. The short skirt she was wearing was high up on her thighs and as she swayed back and forth, he was able to catch glimpses of her tight little panties, peeking out from between her legs. He was no longer annoyed.

"That's the trouble with people," she said suddenly. "They want you to do what they think is best for you. But they never stop to ask, never."

“What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're acting like a parent. You've got all these preconceived notions about what I should and shouldn't do, what you should and shouldn't do, and they're all tucked up. Let's just be. No hassles, no tangles. Just nice and free and easy."

"I see."

"Shit, I don't even know anything about you. I don't know what makes your head tick. I've told you some of the most important things that have happened to me and you've sat by and listened. Shit, man, open your mouth!" she told him. "Tell me. Anything, something!"

"Like' what?"

"Like anything. The first day you came. When you lost your virginity. Why you're divorcing your wife. I don't have to explain, Skip. You're not stupid. At least I don't think so."

He laughed nervously and sat down next to her. A cigarette dangled from his mouth and he had a feeling that he knew exactly what she was after. He would tell her something that would make her hot, make her want to spread her legs and let him burrow right in.

Clearing his throat, he looked at her and smiled. "How I lost my Virginity, by Skip Newton."

She giggled loudly, clapping her hands. Then, inching up on the bed, she propped her head against the pillows and gave him her undivided attention.