Chapter 6
Julia Dukes lay her textbook down on her desk in disgust as the teacher's voice droned mercilessly on and on and on. She looked around and saw that none of the other girls were paying the old crone math teacher any heed, either. Before she had been conscripted to Maxwell, Julia had been no good at math, and no amount of verbiage was going to make her any better. Her hall-mates were doing their typical things. Diane was daydreaming, Pam and Beth were passing notes, Ruthie was surreptitiously masturbating, rubbing her cunt under her dress.
Julia really wanted no part of the Maxwell sex scene. All the girls had been involved in such wild and groovy, yet unfulfilling sex before they "took the fall". Maybe some of her miscellaneous and many sleepings with Lenny had been wild, but they had certainly been fulfilling! She remembered the night out at the transmitter... Leonard Franke, her "steady" outside, was a radio engineer, a pleasant chap of Julia's. While he went to school, he made a living guarding electronic broadcasting equipment against failure from midnight until 6 in the morning. He seldom had anything to do there-the equipment was all top-quality and brand-new, so there was little chance of a break-down. As a result, the privacy of a little blockhouse in the middle of a wide field strewn with weeds and radio towers became a good place to meet.
"Hurry up, Lenny," Julia chided affectionately. "I'm about to cum all over myself!"
"Hold onto your panties," retorted Lenny good-naturedly. "I've gotta get set up first." He quickly unfolded the aluminum-frame cot that he brought to work in the back of his battered pick-up truck to pass the tune alone, but Julia knew that stains on the mattress and cover could attest to a few of their nights together.
As soon as the pad was smoothed out he turned to his girlfriend, About time, too, she noted.
Her passions raged as he took her in his arms and kissed her violently. Her long, chestnut hair spilled around their heads like a hood as the tossed together, but neither minded. As her jugs were crushed against his chest she felt his hard cock against her tummy and pressed herself against it. Oh, how she wanted that cock! His pants and her underwear separated them from actual connection, but he rubbed the bulge of his trousers against her inflamed cunt through the fabric, bumping and grinding his sausage through the crack of her yearning pussy. This would have to stop, as much as she hated to let it, or they would both be cuming in their pants, and she wanted Lenny's cum and hers to mingle.
She broke the flaming kiss and pushed him gently away, "You know I'm not that kind of girl," she teased.
"You know that I am that kind of guy, though," he reminded her.
"True. In that case, help me out of this dress."
Lenny unsnapped the clasp at her neck and pulled the zipper down to the top of her ass, running his free fingers down the ridge of her backbone. Mmmmm, she thought. That felt great. When his fingers reached her ass she wanted him to continue, to explore her buttocks, but said nothing-there would be plenty of time for that later.
She dropped her dress and stepped out of it, noting as always the appreciation in Lenny's eyes. "Why, Lenny," she mock-gasped, "you look like you've never seen a girl in her underwear before."
"Oh..." he stammered, "I've seen girls in their underwear before. Never goddesses." Always with the soft-soap and flattery, she thought, but allowed herself to be flattered anyway.
Julia looked good any time-dressed, in her underwear, naked. She liked to undress for Lenny and took care to select the right underwear for the right clothes. Tonight she wore a low-cut bra of white lace brimming with milky tits-which seemed hardly substantial enough to support her knockers-and white lace panties that she knew Leonard loved. Yes, she had worn them the first time they'd fucked. Through the sheer panties her ass was visible and tantalizing along with the bulge of a thick mane of pubic hair. Lenny loved to bury his face, his hands, his cock in her cunt-hair-she ought to try brushing it or something, but it was already attracting attention.
"You're tasty," approved Lenny.
"Thanks," Julia accepted. "Why don't you give me a chance to look at you? I can't pass judgment with your clothes on." she wanted to get on-she was making a mess in her frilly panties, and they were only single-crotch!
Now he was on the right track, she thought, as he hastily removed his clothes. "Sorry Jule," he apologized. "You know how forgetful I am."
At 18, Lenny's body was covered with bristly hair-on his head, his face, his chest, around his schmuck-that always tickled her a little bit when she lay next to him, below him, atop him. Already good pay and easy work were beginning to tell on him: he had just a trace of a flabby pot that Julia thought was cute.
But best of all, he had a nice 7-inch erection, firm and hot and red, that fit her quite well. As he bared it for her at last she smacked her lips with pleasure.
"Let's try something a little different tonight," she suggested. "I saw a Japanese poster today with the sitting position. like to give that a go?" Variety, she thought, was the spice of life.
"Julia," Lenny assured her fervently, "I'd try anything, even hanging from the ceiling, as long as somewhere along the line I could get into you."
"Good. Have a seat, then."
Lenny obediently sat Indian-style on the foam pad and watched raptly as Julia tantalized him, waddling the length of the cot in front of him, one foot on each side, her lovely, wet and pantieless snatch spread wide at his eye level.
"God," he moaned, and Julia saw his cock jump in anticipation.
She had observed before that her parted pussy smiled, her powder-pink tongues hanging lewdly from between her furry lips, juicy and glistening, surrounding her broad, low, hard clit. But that wasn't where the all the action was, she knew; it was always nice to have Lenny's cock in her deep crack. She brushed her cunt across his chin teasingly as she lowered herself onto his meat, taking pleasure in the sensation of his bristly beard against her hot twat.
"Ahhhhhh," they sighed in unison. They had so few chances to be together that every joining must necessarily be good.
Julia wrapped her legs around the eager Leonard and crossed her ankles, beginning to rock back and forth as she did. Caught up in the tempo, Lenny joined her. Every movement around his pecker brought her to the brink of cuming. Far out, she thought. She wondered why they hadn't tried it before.
Leonard grunted with every stroke, each stroke immediately followed by a wet "schlurp" from her cunt. It was music, she decided. What a beat!
She twisted herself to and fro, brushing her nipples lightly through his beard. What a treat! "Leonard," she encouraged him, "you're a dear. I've been needing to get my rocks off."
"I hope you're fixing to!" he puffed. "I know that I sure am!"
Indeed she was. She was getting different waves than she was accustomed to getting, but her warm tingles were enjoyable and climactic nevertheless. "I'm about to cum," she admitted. "How much longer do you think you'll be?"
"About two strokes," Lenny replied.
He was mistaken. It took four, but Julia suddenly felt him blast off inside her, felt cords of cum climbing to her Adam's Apple. The searing contacts of the cum-globs combined with a few last hard pushes made Julia cum, too. After two weeks of abstinence, she was practically delirious with pleasure. She may have had Lenny's cock a few times, but not often enough to jade her.
Unwilling to break their deep contact at first, Julia became even more so when she realized that the dork she had ridden to heaven was still every bit as hard as it had been when she first took her seat. "Ready for another go, Lenny?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course! What else am I going to do with this thing?"
Julia grinned. "Gidyap," she cooed.
Julia Dukes was raised a good Jewish girl: ethical, prim and moral. She got along well with her parents, who were straight but tolerant, but there came with Lenny Franke the time for breaking away. That time had come once or twice before she met him, but never on a large scale. Yes indeed, she recalled gleefully, "cum" it had!
She didn't find anything wrong in fucking with Lenny. He was intelligent, attentive to her and seriously interested in her. He had had the pleasure of taking her cherry. Why not? He'd had to take her out for nine months to earn it.
She stepped out onto the doorstep and was gratified to hear the familiar whine of Lenny's old track as it struggled up the hill to her house. He owned a car, too-a late-model coupe, but preferred to drive his truck most of the time. The red truck appeared over the hill and turned into the driveway.
"Howdy, Jule," he called jauntily.
"Howdy," she returned.
"Got the shit?"
"Uh... yeah." She crossed the yard and clambered into the old beast and pulled her door shut. "Dammit, Lenny," she scolded, "keep your mouth shut about that. If my parents ever caught me with this stuff, that would be it. I'm not kidding you. If they could send me to military school, they would."
"Sorry," he said, and she instantly forgave him. "Roll a few while I drive, will you?" he suggested.
Julia pulled the plastic bag of grass out of her purse and set to rolling a quantity of joints. Balling and smoking, not necessarily in that order, were the best combined pleasures she had ever experienced.
"Where are we going?" she asked. As long as it was fairly close, she didn't care. She was horny.
"Down to Stuart's apartment. He's going to be gonehe has to take an Army physical tomorrow, so he and a few other guys are going to go out and get plastered and stay up all night. He doesn't want to pass." They laughed. Stuart Goldsmith was always getting into some kind of trouble!
He and Leonard had been friends for most of their lives, which was amazing considering how different they were. Lenny was practical and lazy, without an artistic bone in his body, where Stuart was a dreamer but a hard worker and aspiring artist. The biggest difference between Lenny and Stuart, however, was that Lenny got into Julia's pants and Stuart did not.
In a matter of fifteen minutes Leonard parked the truck in front of a rambling old ex-mansion converted into a cheap apartment building. Stuart had, of course, given him a spare set of keys to the building, so the doors were quickly dispatched and in less than another two minutes they were in Ms apartment pulling the bed down out of the wall.
"Play with my tits, Lenny," Julia invited. Lenny gladly serviced her.
It felt great to be touched there-her hands, her arms were constantly being touched but her tits always longed for a nudge. And they were such nice tits, too, large with surprisingly small puckered yellow-ochre nipples that were erotic and freaky, not ugly. Her stomach tingled as he caressed her-she was quickly getting quite hot without any dope at all.
She reached out and ran a hand over Lenny's torso. She stayed away from his cock, though. She wanted him to save himself, and knew that he was already rock-hard in his shorts. They didn't get to fuck every night-they had to wait excruciating weeks and even months some times. Every chance they had, though-look out!
Warming up as she was, she motioned him away. "Hold it for a second. Let's get into the right clothes for this job."
"Yeah," Lenny agreed. He started to strip off his own clothing heedlessly as Julia did-likewise.
She had been correct, she saw-Lenny's cock was fully erect and of that delicious tomato-red color that she loved to nibble on. Mmmmmm, this was going to be good-it had been two weeks since their encounter at the transmitter; too long, she thought.
Lenny backed her slowly against the wall, Ms hand playing at her ass, cupping and jiggling her smooth cheeks. He was all over her. He was such a puppy-dog, she thought as he kissed her forehead and pressed his pecker against her trim tummy.
Suddenly his strong hands lifted her off the floor and then lowered her onto his cock. She moaned from her bowels, abandoning her momentary surprise to pleasure. She seemed to be filled to the brim with cock.
"I'll give you about twenty minutes to quit that, Lenny," she warned as she leaped up and down on his prong like a stick-puppet.
"I refuse," he assured her. "Admit it. You love it."
"I love it," she sighed with feeling.
Her lolling boobs bounced, against his chest as Lenny skillfully rotated his torso so as to roll the breasts about on their bases. Mmmmmm-mmmmmm! she savored the sensations.
As they both came near to cumlng, Lenny started to tickle her. What the...?
Without missing a stroke he tickled her alongside her breasts and behind her ears. "Dammit," she laughed, "cut it out!" Lenny was inventive for a near-virgin, because even as she half-heartedly tried to stop him, the tickling was enhancing her arousal. She could hear the wet gurgling from their union that meant she was brimming with orgasmic juices, every part of her flooded with a rising tide of stopped-up, pent-up release, She would be cuming soon... she abruptly went rigid as she came once, then, as Lenny kept pounding her, a second and third time. It was too bad that men couldn't do that as a matter of course, as girls could.
Finally she felt Lenny blow his load in her cunt and she came a fourth time as the warm sperm filled her. How could sex ever be improved? "Far out," she muttered.
"You're great, Jule." Lenny flattered her as he removed himself. "You know it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Let's smoke a little dope and try that again."
They wandered over to the bed for the first time and took cross-legged seats at its center facing each other. Julia rooted around in her purse for the joints she had rolled and, finding one, lit it, took a pull and passed it to Lenny. Back and forth went first one, then another, then still another jay until the pair was soaring. Lenny touched her breast-brushed it, really-as he shifted position and it felt to her that she had been touched all over; every nerve relayed the feeling of the gentle brush. She watched Lenny lay on the mattress then roll to a position between her legs. He started to kiss and lick, to her delight, the insides of her thighs, then worked his way inevitably up to her cunt. Every feeling magnified itself. She was suddenly one big, hot cunt, and in a few laps was bound hell-bent toward cuming. She wrapped her arms together under her tits and squeezed the melons together. Looking downward toward Lenny's bobbing head she saw her tiny, tactile nipples transformed to spiking points. She was floating.
"Come here, Lenny," she murmured. "It's my turn."
"Uh-huh," he conceded and crawled upward beside her, positioning his cock near her face.
She rolled onto her side and nibbled on the head of his flaming hard-on, biting it and pinching it to Lenny's satisfied sighs. The sensations of his warmth on her lips engulfed her. She wanted him to cum, wanted to taste it, lick it. She brought her hand to his cock and gently stroked it. It was a more certain way to bring on his climax than vigorous pumps would be. In only a few moments she succeeded in bringing forth a gluey gob of pre-cum, which she licked from his glans and swallowed greedily.
Lenny, as well-ripped as she, merely lay back and enjoyed, occasionally watching her with satisfaction. He made no move to operate on her, but Julia didn't mind. She was excited and nearly completed without him.
She could tell from the spreading redness of his cock that he was about to cum. She aimed his cock at her nose and gave it a feather stroke along the bottom. "Unh!" he grunted and shot his load in her face. It doused her lips and dripped off her nose onto the sheets. Happily she licked out with her tongue, devouring all she could reach, wiping the rest off reluctantly and licking it from-her palm.
"It's delicious," she said. "My compliments to the chef." Lenny grinned as Julia clamped her thighs around her hand and quickly completed herself. Between the dope and the orgasm she never wanted to come down! But she was ready to get higher again! And she had an idea...
"Lenny," she pleaded at length, "talk to my cunt."
"What?"
"Talk to my cunt."
"Why?" He wasn't surprised, apparently, just curious.
"It's lonesome."
"I don't see how it could be," he quipped, then grinned and rolled over. "Okay," he said. "I'm game for anything."
Julia lay on her back and drew her knees up and apart, spreading her damp, cum-oozing cunt for its lecture. Lenny positioned himself between them, his head propped on his elbows.
"Hello, Cunt," he said. "I wanted to tell you what I think of you." He paused and thought it over, then said "I pity you, Cunt, I really do. You obviously have no ambition, or you would have been an arm or a leg by now, but you're still just a lowly cunt. I hate you. You're degrading yourself and everyone who associates with you by your very existence." Lenny was starting to seem really hostile. Julie found it exciting, could feel her pussy slick itself with desire and at the same time satisfaction of its desire. Lenny took his head from his palms and scowled darkly, pointing and gesturing at her crack. From the movements of his hips, Julia surmised that he, too, was excited and was fucking himself off on Stuart's sheet. He must really be into it.
"You're wretched, cunt. You think that just because no other part of the body will handle your job, you're so great? Maybe with all the pieces you are, but if this young lady decided to move her clit, say to the palm of her hand, what have you got? Two holes and a lot of superfluous pink shit, that's all. It's not impossible to imagine all this hair growing someplace else, baby, so don't take that as an indication of your worth. That leaves you the dubious pleasure and notoriety of being the only organ that carries piss. Yes, baby, I said piss. Piss... PISS! And at that you do a shitty job. This young lady has a rough row to hoe. It's a big fucking production the way you handle it. She has to take off half of her clothes and get all bareassed and then she has to squat down or sit down or some fucking thing so that everyone in the world would know she was taking a piss if she decided to do it on the street-corner. And then," he raged, "she's gotta have t.p. or a rag or use her underwear or something because you leave a mess behind. You call that efficiency? If you were mine, I'd fire you. I'd say get the fuck out of here and don't ask me for a reference, you rotten cunt!" Lenny was screaming and waving his arms like a demagogue as he abused her pussy. A drop of cunt-juice rolled out of her bush and down below to trickle over her ass-hole and onto the bed.
"And," Lenny stormed into his finale, "as for that misshapen cave called a vagina that you seem to find so valuable, I don't. I can get a blow-job anytime or jack off, and the fact of the matter is that I don't need you, and neither does anyone else! Why don't you go away? Go back where you came from. You're a parasite, Cunt! I HATE YOU!" His tirade over, Lenny paused and in the quiet moment, Julia whispered "Fuck me, Lenny." Her voice was taut and urgent. She was high two ways.
Lenny crawled forward, positioned himself and plunged his cock brutally into her, pounding her. "I hate you, Cunt, I hate you," he muttered. "Take that, and that, and THAT!"
Julia came twice in rapid succession and built toward a third which she and Lenny shared, bouncing wildly on the fold-down bed. Julia was amazed that his load seemed to fill her again after cuming twice before, but fill her it did. The cum forced its way out of her cunt and slicked the meeting of their bodies. She couldn't quit cuming, it seemed-one continuous orgasm roared through her like a flood as opposed to climax after climax. She felt as though she were literally flying, felt the gravity pull switching from her back to her feet as though she were suddenly upright.
With a start and a loud but painless crash, she realized that she was. Hers and Lenny's bucking had apparently unsprung the ratchet that held the bed down and the strong springs had folded them into the wall. Julia heard her cunt schlurp as Lenny pulled out and heard him swear to himself. "This is quite a trip," he noted. He shoved on the bed, trying to force it back out. He wedged himself between the mattress and the wall and pushed futilely. "Shit."
"I'm scared," Julia confessed. "What time is it?"
Lenny extricated an arm from the cramped quarters and looked at his watch. "Almost four. If we can't get out, Stuart will be home soon."
"Yeah." He shoved again at the confines but was still unable to budge it.
"Maybe," he suggested, tongue in cheek, "If we fucked again and got rambunctious, we could get back down."
"Maybe." She must be a nymphomaniac, Julia thought. The idea excited her in spite of her predicament... her ears detected the rasp of a key in the front door.
"That's Stuart," Lenny said.
Julia was about to call out, but heard several voices and changed her mind. If some of his drinking buddies were with him, she didn't want to show them her all. Stuart maybe... she listened to their conversation and her amusement changed to horror.
"Officer," she heard Stuart say with exasperation, "you've got the wrong man. I am not a heroin dealer. Have you tried next door?"
The Man had fingered Stuart as a... heroin dealer? Absurd! "Listen, punk," snarled a Mickey Spillane voice, "don't give me no horseshit. We got two tips on you on the T.I.P. line, and that ain't no coincidence.
"It's somebody's sick idea of a joke," their friend asserted. Lenny leaned forward and whispered "That's a tough rap that he's being framed for. But it's ridiculous. They'll surely see that."
Julie wasn't so sure. "Let's have the shit, punk," said the second cop voice.
"Search the place, officers. I have no dope on these premises anywhere."
"We'll do that; kid. Frank, you search the joint while I guard this dope fiend. Check the fold-down bed firstthey hide it there all the time."
"Right, Joe."
Two months, two nights in jail, a day in court and many long, useless, tearful hours with her family terminated in her admission to Maxwell. Stuart was cleared of the dealing rap, but he and Lenny had been booked on morals charges and she on possession. Her one-year suspended sentence was to be spent in a prison nevertheless-Maxwell.
She had three months to go, she tallied. Or was it two? Hmmmmmm. Maybe she ought to pay more attention to the math class after all.