Chapter 6
Jim came home that night, wondering where Gloria had gone. She was always on the porch, waiting for her father to come home so that she could jump into his arms. Julie always thought that Jim might have had a thing for his daughter. In fact, there were times when she hoped that he did. Then she could justify her own feelings toward Byron by pointing out that he had similar ones toward Gloria.
But now all she could think of was the girl's sudden departure. Where was she? What was she going to do? She told Jim that Gloria was staying the night over at one of her girl friends'. That was an excuse for one night, but what if she didn't come home tomorrow? What could she tell her husband then? And what if she did come home? Would she start off by telling her father what she'd seen?
"Well, I hope she'll be home tomorrow night," Jim said, wiping his mouth with his napkin as he pushed his dessert dish away and got up from the dining-room table. "I thought she was all fired up about watching Byron here swim."
"But the meet's not coming up for another day," Julie said.
"But the final timing's being set tomorrow. That should be pretty thrilling. I know I'm looking forward to it," Jim said, winking at his stepson. Byron blushed a deep red and smiled modestly under Jim's proud gaze.
"She'll be here. I'm sure of it. But you know girls-they get together and never stop talking. She and her girl friend Barbara'll probably be talking until three this morning," Julie said, trying to get Jim off the subject of Gloria.
"Yes, I guess so," he sighed, shaking his head slowly from side to side. Then he got up, kissed Julie lightly on the forehead and walked into the living room to read the paper.
"What are we going to do?" Julie hissed softly to Byron after making sure that Jim couldn't hear her.
"I'll go out tonight and start looking for her. She's got to be staying at somebody's house. She's not the type of kid who'll be running around alone at night. She's not all that independent," Byron said as he kissed his mother quickly on the lips, then sprang out of the dining room and ran out the back door.
"Where's he going, hon?" Jim called out from the living room.
"Oh, out with the boys for a while. Guess they're planning a little celebration for the meet," Julie said, pushing the dirty dishes together in the center of the table as she got up and walked slowly into the living room.
"He won't be back for a while, will he?" Jim asked softly.
Julie walked up behind him and looked down at his crotch. She saw that he'd just finished unzipping his fly and had taken out his long, hard cock, fingering it with his right hand.
"No, I don't think he'll be back for some time," she said huskily as she walked around to her husband and dropped to her knees in between his widely spread legs.
Julie wiped the last drops of sticky cum from her lower lip as she rose to her feet and started for the bedroom.
"Hey, honey. I don't think I can get it up that fast," Jim said, chuckling softly almost to himself.
"Easy, boy. I'm just going to go to sleep," Julie said, smiling broadly at him. She saw him still sitting on the couch, his long, thick prong hanging limply now out of his opened fly with his balls hanging lazily down on the couch cushions. How she loved that feeling of hot cum flying out of his twitching prick and slamming against the back of her throat before it oozed down to her belly. Even though she hadn't come herself, it gave her satisfaction to know that she'd brought her husband up to a screaming climax. The scratches from his fingernails were visible around her ears and throat as she looked at her face in the bathroom mirror. Julie sighed as she thought of Byron and Gloria. If the girl weren't found, she'd have to make some kind of explanation to her husband. Maybe she and Byron would have to tell him the truth. God! She shuddered as she pictured Jim's face when he heard the story. Would he hit her? Would he try to kill Byron? Probably. Their marriage would shatter apart, anyway. As Julie slipped out of her clothes, she prayed silently that Byron would find Gloria and convince her somehow not to tell Jim about what she knew.
The next day Julie managed to get Byron alone at the breakfast table while Jim was shaving.
"Did you find her?" Julie asked hoarsely as she finished pouring him his coffee.
"No. That little bitch can sure give a guy the slip," Byron said in a whisper.
"What do you mean?" Julie asked nervously, crouching over her son as she tried to keep her voice down.
"I found her, sitting in the middle of Griffith Park, sobbing like some kind of Shakespearean tragic queen," Byron whispered, reaching down and running his fingers slowly up his mother's well-tapered legs.
"This isn't any time for that," Julie whispered hoarsely, spreading her legs more widely apart and hiking up her short black skirt to give Byron a better shot at her trembling pussy. She felt it juicing and fluttering at the lightest touch.
"Okay, okay," Byron said, still sliding his hand up until his fingers brushed against her wiry cunt hairs. "Anyway, I found her and snuck up behind her. God, you should've heard her scream. She must've thought I was a rapist."
"So you scared her. What then?" Julie asked anxiously.
"Nothing much more. She screamed the same stuff at me and told me to get away. There were some people beginning to get closer to us. I thought that I'd better get away before they started in on me. So, I moved out and hid behind some trees. I thought I could get her alone again and make some sense. But then she somehow got away. God only knows where the hell she is now, Byron said, motioning to his mother to get away from him before Jim walked back into the room.
"Well, hon, off to the pits," Jim said as he bent down to kiss his wife good-bye.
"Take care, and come home early. Don't forget that the timing qualifications are tonight," Julie said.
"Right! And make sure Gloria pries herself out of that girl's house to come with us," Jim said as he walked out of the house.
"Oh, God!" Julie wailed as she sat down and covered her face with her hands.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll get the guys out and look for Gloria," Byron said.
"You can't!" Julie said helplessly. "If anybody besides you finds her, she may talk. That's all I need."
"Okay, okay. I'll do it by myself. But I'll have to stop looking around noon. That's when I've got to get ready," Byron said as he walked out the back door.
Julie followed him to the garage.
"Hey, I don't think you'd better come with me," Byron said as he climbed into her car. "One look at you and me together, and she'll blow her fuse in public."
Julie sighed, knowing that her son was right.
"Okay, but find her!" she pleaded, backing away as Byron shot out of the drive.
All day Julie sat by the phone, waiting for some kind of call. But there was no word from Byron until one o'clock.
"Hi, Mom!" he said at the other end of the line. "Couldn't find Gloria anywhere. I'm down at the pool now, getting dressed. Jeez, my cock feels lonely here without that set of cunt-lips of yours wrapped around them," the boy said huskily in the phone.
God! Julie couldn't believe it! Her son acted as if nothing had happened. Her marriage and respectability were teetering on the edge of complete disaster, and all he could think of right now was fucking. She almost shouted some obscenity in the phone and would have if her mind hadn't swung over to that side of the fence, too.
"Never mind about my cunt-lips," Julie said, trying to act angry. "You just keep looking for Gloria," Julie said as she hung up the phone.
"Christ!" Julie said to herself, feeling her snatch firing up. All Byron had to do was talk to her and she was ready to strap him on! She had to watch herself in the future. If she got any hornier around her son, she'd probably wind up strapping him on in public.
Julie was shaken out of her thoughts by a sudden pounding on the door. She got up and walked to the window, pushing the lace curtains to one side and peering out into the morning light. She gasped when she saw Bertha Moore standing on the front porch. What did she want here? Wasn't she supposed to be at the office?
"Yes?" Julie said coldly as she opened the front door.
"Mrs. Hoover. I've got some news for you about your daughter." Bertha said, barely able to hide a triumphant smile from her face.
"Come in," Julie said anxiously, wondering just what Bertha wanted with her.
"She came to me last night. Obviously I was the only friend she could trust," the older woman said as she set her purse down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.
Julie looked curiously at the secretary. She'd taken care to brush her hair and fix it in an attractive French sweep. Her dress was actually attractive-not the olive-drab green suit that she always managed to wear at the office. Julie was surprised. Bertha Moore was actually a rather attractive woman when she took the trouble to be one.
"What did she say?" Julie asked in a quavering voice. One look at Bertha's smile and she knew that the woman knew everything that had happened between her and Byron.
"Come now, Mrs. Hoover. I think we can dispense with all this roundabout chatter. I know where you stand with your son. Now, maybe we can get down to business. Just sit down here next to me and we'll talk," Bertha said as she patted the cushion next to her lightly.
Julie did as she was told, looking closely at the older woman. What did Bertha have in mind? Was she going to blackmail her? Did she want to have easy access to Jim?
"I think we can bury the war hatchets now, don't you?" Bertha said, leaning back and brushing some stray hairs away from her eyes.
"I don't understand," Julie said nervously.
"Oh come now, Julie. I may call you Julie? Good. We've been at each other's throats for a long time-ever since I've met you. And, I'll admit, it was jealousy that made me that way."
So it was finally out in the open. Well, it was better that way. They could talk about it freely now and maybe reach some kind of agreement. She really didn't mind sharing Jim with Bertha, if Jim didn't mind. After all, she was far from the faithful wife. She couldn't expect her husband to toe the line. Besides, even though Julie saw that Bertha was an attractive woman, she just couldn't imagine her getting jealous of the secretary.
"Well, I'll admit that I guessed at that," Julie said, smiling at Bertha.
"I'm sure you did. But I think you got it backwards," Bertha said, smiling mysteriously.
Julie felt her skin crawl for some unknown reason. What was that woman talking about?
"I mean, I was jealous, but not about the person you're thinking of," she said softly, moving her hand slowly across the couch until it bumped against Julie's left thigh.
Oh my God! I should have known! Julie screamed to herself as she felt her thighs quiver in horror. A dyke! And sitting next to her, holding the trump cards.
"Don't be nervous. I understand. I felt the same way about this my first time. But I actually got to enjoy it," Bertha said huskily as she inched closer to Julie, sliding her hand up her knee until it started poking under her skirt.
"No! Don't!" Julie said, slapping the woman's hand away from her thighs. "I don't play those kind of games," she said indignantly as she tried to get up from the couch.
"Then you'd like me to tell your husband all about you and your son? I just know Gloria would love me to do that," Bertha said rather coldly.
"Oh, God!" Julie moaned, sitting back down on the couch and spreading her legs wide apart.
"That's more like it," Bertha said, looking down at the younger woman's spread thighs and smacking her lips in expectation. "Now you just cooperate and we'll both have a good time. Then afterward we can talk about what to do with Gloria," Bertha said, sliding her hand farther and farther up Julie's left leg.
"Ohhhhh!" Julie moaned, closing her eyes and trying to think of Byron. She imagined it was her son who was inching his hands up to her crotch. It was the boy who was toying with her kinky, wiry cunt hairs now, stroking her gradually swelling outer labes.
"Mmmmm, suck my tits!" Bertha groaned as she rolled to one side and hunched her body up, rubbing her jugs back and forth across Julie's face. To her surprise, the younger woman felt her clit begin to swell and throb in response to Bertha's lovemaking.
"Ohhhh, suck my titties," Bertha moaned again. "Ohhhh, suck 'em. I've wanted you to suck these boobs ever since I met you," she groaned hoarsely. Julie thought about pulling away. She wanted to scream out that she wasn't a perverted dyke who went around sucking on cunts and chewing on nipples. But she felt her cunt rumbling wildly. Her mouth opened and her tongue flew out as she actually found herself wanting to lick Bertha's tits.
"Ohhhh, that's it," the older woman said, fumbling behind her back as she unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Julie opened her eyes and saw Bertha's tits flop free of the halter. She was amazed to see that although they weren't particularly large, the older woman's boobs were firm and spongy. How she'd misjudged Bertha. The bitch was actually a regular fireball with a firm body to match.
"Suck! Suck!" Bertha moaned.
Julie reached up and held one tit. She cupped her lips around the taut, brown nipple. She bit into the tender flesh gently, then swirled her tongue over the hard tip as she ground her thighs together, trying to scratch the growing, powerful itch that gripped her throbbing clit. "UNNNGH! NNNHHHHH! OHHH, YESSSS!" Bertha cried, hunching forward and nearly suffocating Julie as the younger woman washed the secretary's tits with spit. She slathered them with spittle until Bertha screamed out with ecstasy.
"OHHH, GOOODDD!" the secretary cried out, falling back and yanking her tits away from Julie. The two women panted heavily, looking at each other like two bitches in heat.
"Ever suck pussy before?" Bertha asked.
"Oh, God, I told you I never have," Julie said as she felt Bertha's right hand slip up and down her outer labes.
"First time for everything," Bertha said as she reached up and unbuttoned Julie's blouse slowly.
"I can't take this playing around," the younger woman said, springing up and tearing her bra and blouse off quickly. She'd had it with the teasing foreplay of men. Suddenly she felt something snap inside of her. She wanted to get right down to sex without all the lingering teasing. Bertha was her golden opportunity to do just that.
"Hmmmm, a girl who knows what I like," Bertha said, smiling as she finished pulling off her blouse and panties. In a matter of seconds the two women stood in the middle of the living room facing one another, stark naked. The nipples on their tits seemed to spark with sensual electricity, while the air grew thick with evaporating pussy-juice.
"Suck me!" Bertha commanded, pointing at the carpet in front of her.
"Noooo," Julie cried out as she glued her eyeballs to Bertha's gleaming snatch. The woman's cunt hairs glistened with drops of hot cunt-juice. Julie felt her legs gradually buckling from under her as waves of intense sexual heat radiated out of her quivering cunt.
"Come ON," Bertha insisted, walking up to her and placing her hands on her shoulders. Julie felt herself sinking to the floor. Soon her lips were even with the secretary's puffy outer labes. Bertha sighed as she pushed her pussy against Julie's face. The younger woman backed away and looked at the thick, tanged growth of pussy hairs inching closer to her. Gradually, Bertha's puffy labes spread apart as the older woman pushed her feet to either side of the crouching Julie. She could see the secretary's slick pink membranes quivering inside her juice-slicked Fuck-hole.
"Oh, God, I can't!" Julie protested, feeling her own snatch fire up so hotly that she thought her cunt hairs would catch fire from the heat.
"You'll lick my cunt, or we'll stay like this all night," Bertha said firmly.
"Oh, God!" Julie said, feeling that Bertha meant what she said. "All right," she said in a small voice as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Julie flicked it up the slit between Bertha's fat pussy-lips.
"Ummmm," Bertha groaned, hunching forward and burying Julie's face into her snatch. Julie stabbed her tongue in a second time. The hot fluid that oozed out and trickled onto her tongue tasted strong and salty.
"Julie!" Bertha sighed as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the younger woman's head, shoving it hard into her trembling snatch.
To her surprise, Julie discovered that the older woman's snatch didn't taste too badly after all.
"Ohhhh, honey. Oh, God! It's sooo good! Oh, fuck, Julie. Oh, baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this! Oh, fuck, honey!" Bertha groaned uncontrollably, grinding her hairy crotch against Julie's face while she reached up and rhythmically squeezed her tits.
Then Julie backed away for a few seconds to catch her breath. The sudden pulling away caught Bertha by surprise. She obviously didn't want the younger woman to stop.
"Get going, you bitch! BITCH!" she cried out wildly as she reached out and jammed Julie's head into her pussy. Julie inhaled sharply, startled by this sudden attack and change in attitude. She decided that Bertha just wasn't any woman to toy with. She wanted her sex hard and fast as badly as Julie herself did. Well, good. Julie didn't want to play around any more for a hard come. She was glad that Bertha didn't want to either.
"MMMMGFFFF!" Julie cried out into Bertha's fuck-hole as she opened her mouth again and flicked out her tongue, licking up the slit between Bertha's swollen pussy-lips.
"YESSSS! SUCK ON IT! UNNNGHHH! OH, FUCKIN' GOD! SUCK ON IT! SUCK MY CLIT PLLLLEEAAASSSEEE!" Bertha shrieked as she relaxed her grip on Julie's hair and ground her thighs gently against the younger woman's sucking mouth.
Julie seemed ready to obey now as she gently began licking her way in and out of the secretary's Cunt.
"Let's sixty-nine it!" Bertha groaned as she reached down and gently pushed Julie's face away from her dripping pussy.
"Ummmm," was all Julie could say as Bertha dropped to her knees and positioned herself on the floor. Julie was lying with her ass pressed against the couch cushions as Bertha's kinky-haired snatch lowered down. Just as the dark-pink slit opened up, Julie felt a tongue being slammed into her own snatch. Bertha was wriggling her tongue like a wild snake inside the younger woman's cunt. The sudden insertion and wiggling motion drove Julie wild with passion. She grabbed Bertha's ass-cheeks, pressing them down until the secretary's hot, dripping twat slammed against her sucking mouth.
"EAT ME!" Bertha screamed into Julie's snatch. The sounds vibrations of that scream carried up to the younger woman's throbbing clit. It was like having Byron's dildo jammed up her pussy all over again. "Eat me all night!" Bertha whimpered as she pulled Julie's sensitive cunt-lips gently apart and stabbed her tongue in and out again and again.
"NNNGHHHH! NNNGHHHHH!" Julie cried out, noticing at the same time that the secretary's clit was throbbing and hard. She stared with fascination at the tiny pink organ that was buried in black, curly hair. Then she wrapped her hands more tightly around Bertha's ass, squeezing the rounded cheeks tightly as she fucked her head up and flicked out her tongue. She licked the quivering surface of the secretary's sensitive clit. In seconds, Bertha reacted by slamming her juicing cunt down until it was jammed once more against Julie's sucking mouth. She kept stabbing her tongue between Bertha's puffy labes, driving it around in wide circles as the older woman's hips hunched wildly, trying to get more tongue up her snatch.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Bertha cried out wildly as Julie banged the tip of her tongue against the secretary's erect clit.
"I'm coming! COMING!" Bertha suddenly cried out wildly into Julie's cunt.
"OHHHHH, SO AM I!" Julie shrieked as she felt her belly suddenly explode into orgasmic eruptions.
Bertha shrieked wildly, rolling her ass around in circular hunches, then jamming it down as Julie continued to suck.
"ARRGHHHH!" Julie cried out as she thought her clit was going to tear off in Bertha's mouth. Her clit vibrated furiously against the older woman's licking tongue. Her cunt began to rumble, then quake violently Julie felt her cunt contract once again. Then she felt her pussy, tits and shit-hole explode in fiery orgasm.
"ARRRGHHHH! WAWWWWWWH! WAWWWHHHH!" Julie screamed, digging her nails into Bertha's hot thighs.
"FFFFUUUCCCKKK!" Bertha answered, slamming her snatch against Julie, releasing torrents of fresh, hot twat-juice over her friend's face as she screamed, writhed, bucked and moaned. The two women thrashed wildly on the couch as wave after delicious wave of orgasm swept over their quivering bodies.
Finally they both collapsed on top of one another, sweaty and exhausted as they enjoyed the warm, glowing feeling that gradually wrapped both their bodies.
"Ohhhh, it's as good as I knew it would be," Bertha finally was able to say as she rolled over to one side and looked at the panting, exhausted Julie.
"Please, don't tell anyone about this," Julie said a little shamefacedly.
Bertha opened her eyes widely, then started to laugh.
"With all your troubles, I'm not going to add to them. Besides, I said I wanted to bury the hatchet-and not in your head. Come on, we'll shower up and talk about Gloria," Bertha said pleasantly as she got up and helped Julie to her feet. The younger woman was both surprised and pleased at the secretary's sudden change in attitude.
Then she thought again. It wasn't that much of a change. It had been there-just below the surface. All it needed was a little pussy to bring it out. Julie smiled to herself, proud that it had been her cunt that brought on this change.