Chapter 3
It didn't help, of course. Not permanently, that is.
The temporary relief Sylvia gave me was great while it lasted, but when I came back home Judy was still there. And I still looked up her skirt or down her neckline when she bent the wrong way. And she still went sunbathing in her bikini outside my window and draped herself in a towel after her showers. At least she seemed to be more careful now. The towel didn't slip again, and that helped somewhat.
But she began doing something else and that didn't help at all.
She started going without a bra.
Hell, I can tell when a girl isn't wearing a bra. You don't have to guess about a thing like that. All you have to do is watch the way her tits jiggle and bounce, and it couldn't be any plainer if she wore a sign telling you she didn't have anything on under her blouse.
And Judy didn't have to wear a, sign. She was braless and there wasn't any doubt about it.
The first time she did it she was wearing a blouse and skirt and I thought the effect was going to kill me. But it didn't. Not immediately, anyway. It just gave me a hardon from watching the way her breasts jiggled every time she moved and the way they bounced when she walked, and I decided the ache in my balls was going to kill me slowly.
But if I thought it was bad when she wore a blouse, I changed my mind one day when she wore that tight white turtle-neck sweater without a bra under it. That was definitely murder. Her tits jiggled and bounced just as much as before, only the movement was emphasized by the tightness of the sweater. And that wasn't all. The way the damn sweater was molded to her skin, the outline of her nipples was perfectly clear as they strained against the tight fabric.
I suffered for several days with almost a perpetual harden and wondered how long I could hold out before I became completely desperate and had to go back and visit Sylvia. Or Helen. Anybody. Any girl with a mouth or a cunt where I could stick- my throbbing prick. I was almost willing to settle for that scrawny redhead I'd passed up in the bar that night I found Claire in my car.
I groaned and swore as I thought back to that night. I cursed Russ Crawford for sending Judy stay with me. And I cursed Claire too. If she hadn't climbed into my car and I hadn't brought her home with me, I never would have gotten into this mess. When Russ called me I wouldn't have been so intent on screwing Claire before she went to sleep again, and I would have thought to ask a few more questions and find out what the hell Russ was getting me into.
I toyed with the idea of phoning him and finding out when he was coming home, but I didn't have the faintest idea of where he was. Maybe Judy knew, or somebody in his office could probably tell me. Still, even if I located him, what was I going to say to him? Your niece is going braless and has given me a permanent harden? That didn't sound so good. Like it or not, I was just going to have to sweat this out. And I might as well forget about getting any work done at all as long as Judy was still living here.
At least it seemed she was giving me one break. She'd switched from that damn tight sweater back to a blouse again. There was just as much jiggling and bouncing, but it wasn't quite as obvious as it had been in the tight sweater. And the blouse was a little looser, so her nipples weren't always poking out at me. I sighed and was thankful for small favors.
But before night I changed my mind.
I was reading the evening paper and Judy was watching TV. She got up between programs to make herself a drink and I asked her to make one for me too. And that's what lit the fuse.
As usual, she hadn't buttoned the top buttons on her blouse. And when she leaned down to put my drink on the coffee table in front of me, the b damn blouse fell away from her body in an unbelievable way and I found myself looking right down inside of it.
And she still wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were big and round, twin mounds of loveliness sprouting full-blown on her chest. The way she was bending over, they dangled enticingly in front of my eyes, hanging like ripe fruit, quivering slightly from her movements. And each one was exquisitely tipped with a dainty pink nipple.
It seemed an eternity while she held that leaning position in front of me. I don't know what the hell she was doing all that time-clearing a space on the table, arranging a coaster for my drink or something. I wasn't paying any attention to that. I was too busy staring at her tits. And once again the familiar tingle started up in my cock.
Finally she straightened up, walked across the room and sat in her chair facing me.
"Jesus!" I croaked. "You ought to wear a bra!"
She seemed surprised, "I didn't know you noticed."
"Noticed? How could I help noticing when you bend over like that in front of me?"
"Oh. You mean you could look down my neckline when I bent over?"
"Well-sort of. But it's not just-when you bend. It's-uh-more than that."
"Like what?"
"Well-when you walk-Christ, the way you bounce!"
"You noticed that too, did you?"
"I'm not exactly blind."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I thought a man liked it when a girl bounced."
"Well, yeah, but-"
"And I thought he also liked it when he could peek down her neckline at her breasts."
"Yeah, sure-only-"
"Then what's your problem?"
I groaned. "Oh, Jesus!"
It seemed there was a hint of a smile on her face, but I didn't see what the hell was so funny about the whole thing.
She fixed her blue eyes on me. "So you've been watching my breasts when they bounce, and now you were looking down inside my blouse. Did you enjoy it?"
There wasn't any easy way I could answer that one, so I just kept my mouth shut. But she wasn't going to let it go at that.
"Well, tell me. Did you enjoy looking at my breasts?"
I sighed. "Okay, okay. Of course I enjoyed it. You're a beautiful girl, Judy, and you have a gorgeous body."
"Thank you." She still seemed to be smiling and now there was a glint in her eye. "If you enjoyed it that much, I suppose we ought to do something about it."
Her hands crept up to her blouse and opened a button. I gaped at her, not believing what I was seeing, and she opened another button.
I swallowed. "Jesus-what are you doing?"
She didn't bother answering, but just opened another button. And another. And another. Now the whole damn blouse was unbuttoned all the way down. And she calmly pulled it open. Wide open.
Her bare tits stared out at me.
They rode high and proud on her chest, lifting and falling very gently with her breathing. Her perky nipples pointed straight at me.
My mouth was dry. Something was hammering in my ears and my prick was tingling worse than ever.
"My God!" I quavered.
"You said you liked to look at my breasts. So I thought you'd appreciate a good look instead of just a peek down my neckline."
"Judy, have a heart-for Christ's sake!"
She pulled off her blouse. "I guess a naked girl really gets a man excited, doesn't it?"
"You have no idea!"
"Well, then-"
She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. In just her panties she stood there for a long moment, letting me ogle her in her near nudity and there was still that faint smile on her face as she gazed back at me.
Then she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and slowly started to push them down. I was sweating. This was the point at which I'd run out of the house the other night when she'd been undressing in her room. Only this time she wasn't alone in her room as she took her clothes off. She was standing right in front of me and peeling all the way down. And I was frozen on the sofa as I watched.
The forgotten TV was still going and in the moments when it was quiet the stillness was broken by the faint slithering sound of her panties sliding down over her hips. She pushed the panties a little lower and now the first wispy strands of her blonde cunthair came into sight. Now her whole crotch was exposed. Still the panties crept downward. Down along her smooth thighs. Down to her knees. Down, the length of her legs to her ankles. She bent to step out of them, her ripe breasts dangling and swaying. Then the panties were off and she tossed them aside. Naked, she faced me.
My eyes swept over the ravishing beauty of her body. Her firm tits, big and boldly thrusting but with no sag to them at all. The alluring curve of her hips. The thick patch of yellow hair on her pussy. The tapering lines of her thighs and her long sexy legs.
She was a goddess. A naked golden goddess.
And my cock throbbed and swelled in the confines of my pants.
"My God!" I croaked. "What are you trying to do to me?"
She smiled broadly now. "I'm just tired of warming you up for other girls."
"What?"
"Look, Marty, let's lay it on the line. I know you enjoy sex."
"Well-"
"That morning I arrived, you sneaked a girl out of the house. She'd probably spent the night with you."
I blinked at her. "How the hell did you know that?"
"Oh, you were very quiet about getting her out. But I happened to be looking out the window and I saw her leave."
I'd never thought of that possibility and I swore under my breath.
"And the other night," said Judy, "you saw me undressing. Then you took off somewhere and screwed some other girl."
It was a surprise to learn that she knew I'd watched her undress and I wasn't going to pursue that any further by asking how she knew I'd fucked Sylvia. It was obvious she knew a hell of a lot more than I thought she did.
Judy took a deep breath and her breasts heaved. "So like I said, I'm tired of warming you up for some other girl. You seem to get all hot and bothered by looking at me, and then you go and have your fun with somebody else. I don't think that's fair."
"Judy, look-let me explain-"
"No, you Set me explain ... When a man finds a girl desirable, he wants to make love to her-right? And he figures there's no reason he shouldn't tell her what he wants-right?"
"I guess so."
"Did it ever occur to you that a girl has feelings too? That she might find a man desirable? Then is there any reason why she shouldn't tell him what she wants?"
"Well-I guess not."
"Okay, I'm telling you. I want you to make love to me."
"Jesus Christ!" I breathed.
"Ever since I came here you wanted me. I could tell. And I happen to want you as much as you want me. And I'm all naked and ready."
I shook my head. "I can't."
"What do you mean-you can't? You seem to do it all right with the other girls. Am I repulsive or something?"
"God, no!"
"Then what's your problem?"
"I can't make love to you. Your Uncle Russ would never forgive me."
"The hell with Uncle Russ." She swayed toward me.
"Judy, cut it out! I'm not going to screw you!"
She grinned wickedly. "Want to bet?"
And she dropped her bare ass on my lap.
You hear people advise you to think pure thoughts or take a cold shower in a situation like this. But I couldn't very well take a cold shower at that particular moment, and pure thoughts are rather difficult when a naked girl is sitting on your lap.
She glued her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, and after a moment her tongue slithered out and crept into my mouth. Her lush tits were squashed on my chest, her nipples like points of fire. My prick throbbed madly from the way she was sitting on it and I was sure getting the biggest damn harden I'd ever had in my life.
Somehow she got me off-balance and pushed, and I didn't realize what was happening until I was lying on my back on the sofa and she was on top of me. I'd grabbed blindly as I felt myself falling and now my arms were tightly around her, holding her close against me. Her skin was incredibly smooth. My hands slipped lower on her back, down to her ass. It was just as I'd known it would be, soft but firm, and I fondled and squeezed that luscious ass of hers.
She squirmed around, changing her position, and now she dangled a breast in my face. It hovered just above me, a tempting white globe, exquisitely pink-tipped. Then she lowered it to me. Her aim was bad and her nipple brushed my nose. But she quickly corrected it and dropped her nipple on my Ups.
I kissed it. And I flicked my tongue against it and licked it. Then I nuzzled my face into the soft underside of her tit and licked the creamy smoothness of her skin until it glistened wetly. And at last I went back to her nipple and licked it some more until it began to grow stiff and hard. Then I drew it between my lips and sucked it.
She shifted position again and, without taking her nipple out of my mouth, she managed to reach my crotch. Her hand rubbed my cock a couple of times and she squeezed it gently. Then I felt her fumbling with my zipper. She got it open and her hand slipped inside and the next instant her fingers curled around my prick. She grasped it lightly and it struck me that she was somewhat inexperienced, but her touch was tantalizing as hell as she gently stroked my cock.
Then she tried to work it out of my pants. With the hardon I had, that might have been a little difficult even for a girl who was well experienced at getting pricks out in the open, but for Judy it was a real problem. She struggled with it for a long minute and finally gave a frustrated sigh.
"It'd be so much easier," she wailed, "if you took your damn clothes off!"
I grinned as I stripped, never taking my eyes off her nakedness. Gone now were all my noble thoughts about not fucking Judy because Russ Crawford would never forgive me. Only once did the thought of Russ cross my mind. I mentally told him to go to hell and promptly forgot about him completely.
I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked, my hard cock waving in front of me. Judy's eyes widened at the sight of it.
"I-I've only had sex a few times," she murmured. "I didn't know a man's prick got that big. Does that thing really fit inside of a girl?"
"You'd better believe it, honey."
I stretched on the sofa beside her. Now I wasn't restricted in my movements by lying beneath her, and I could begin to enjoy more of her lovely body.
I seized a breast in one hand, caressing .and fondling it, then squeezing its softness, my fingers digging in until the ripe flesh overflowed my hand. A nipple peeked out between my fingers and I caught it and gently massaged it. My mouth found its way to her other tit, and I took up where I'd left off before by licking and sucking her nipple.
My other hand explored down across her taut stomach. For the moment I skirted the .tangle of hair on her crotch and continued downward to stroke the velvet smoothness of her thighs. Then I gradually worked higher again. She opened her legs for me and I laid my palm on her crotch and rubbed it for a moment. And then I slipped a finger in her pussy.
She gasped and squirmed.
I worked my finger back and forth in her slit, teasing and massaging the moist folds of her flesh. And after a time I poked my finger into her hole and shoved it in as far as I could go.
She moaned. "Ohh!"
I stroked my finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing the warm membranes that clasped me tightly, and it wasn't long before I felt her juices start to flow. She might be somewhat inexperienced, but I was willing to bet that with a little stimulation and practice she was going to be passionate as hell.
She still held my prick in her hand, stroking it with a gentle touch that was rapidly driving me crazy. While I continued to work my finger in her pussy, I slid my thumb up higher and rubbed it over her clit.
She jumped.
I thought of the hours and days of torment I had suffered with teasing glimpses of her gorgeous body, and now I was making up for all that in grand style. I had her breast in one hand and her nipple in my mouth, while my other hand toyed with her cunt and massaged her clit.
But there was one thing more to come.
"Are you ready yet?" I asked her.
"Yes-oh yes!"
I crawled up between her thighs, pulled her cuntlips open and slipped the head of my cock into her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, I eased it into her. Christ, she was tight! But I had gotten her pretty wet by playing with her cunt and I slid in without hurting her. Finally I was in all the way.
"Ahh!" she breathed. "It feels so good. It was worth all the work."
"What work?"
"Trying to get you to screw me."
I frowned at her. "What the hell are about?"
She giggled. "I didn't know it could be hard to get a man aroused. I wore short skirts and bent over so you could see my legs. I wore the skimpiest bikini I have. Then I finally started going without a bra." She giggled again. "And that towel-when I let it slip a little, I thought your eyes were going to pop out."
I scowled at her. "You did all that on purpose?"
"Sure."
"Goddamn it, you were driving me up the wall! You were a real problem."
"So were you." She sighed happily. "But you're making up for it now. Oh, God-it feels good!"
I'd been slowly sliding my prick in and out of her pussy while we talked, and now I started fucking a little faster. She lay with her eyes closed, a faint smile on her face and her hair flowing out around her head like a golden halo. After a minute her hands rose up to caress my face, and then she clasped her arms around my neck. I reached out a hand of my own, cupping a full breast and pinching the hard nipple that perched on top.
"Darling," she whispered, "can you-do it any harder?"
I increased my tempo, driving my cock in and out of her in long gliding strokes. Her cuntlips clung tightly to my prick. I pulled it so far out that only the tip was still inside, and then I slammed back against her and sank my cock into the depth of her tight hole.
Now she was aroused to a fever pitch. She rotated her pelvis in a little circular motion that ground my prick against the dripping walls of her cuntal passage. Then she arched her back off the sofa, lifting her hips and driving upward at me in an effort to engulf me even deeper inside her body.
I knew she couldn't last much longer, and the way my cock was throbbing I couldn't either. I fucked even faster, ramming my body against hers and driving my prick hard into her pussy. Her mouth worked noiselessly, her head rolling from side to side. Then there was a gurgle deep in her throat.
"Now!" she cried. "I-I'm going to-oh God-I'm exploding!"
Her hips churned frantically and her cunt rose up to gulp at my prick. Then her whole body seemed to be seized by a series of convulsions and I felt her warm juices bathe my swollen cock. And in the instant I gave a strangled cry and was caught up in my own explosion. The come raced the length of my prick and shot far up into her pussy. She became even more frenzied as she felt the first heavy glob splatter deep inside of her. One jet after another spurted from my jerking cock as I poured a great flood of come into her. And when it was finally over I fell weakly forward to cushion my head on the incredible loveliness of her firm ripe breasts.
After the violence of the explosion it seemed there was an unnatural stillness in the room. And suddenly shattering the quiet there came a voice from the neglected TV.
"We interrupt this program to bring you another special bulletin about the plane crash this evening in Washington, D.C. It has just been learned that one of those killed in the crash was a prominent business executive from this city, Russell Crawford."