Chapter 3
The sound of running bath water cut across Julie's sleep. A distant tinkling sound made her think of a country brook rushing over mossy stones.
She stirred in her half sleep and stretched herself. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she kicked the confining bedclothes off her naked body. Yawning, she lengthened her arms over her head, stretching like some drowsy cat.
The perfect mounds of her young breasts tightened as she flexed her body against the yielding mattress. A muscular shudder caused her to twitch as it played along the length of her slim body and down her firm legs.
The cooling breeze from the air-conditioner ruffled the silky blonde down of her pubic hair over the swell of her pubic mound. The sun poured through the open shade of the window, etching the contours of her figure with a golden corona o: light. The soft flowing undulations of her reclin ing figure looked like a gentle sweep of rounded hills. The sun, backlighting her, helped to further the illusion.
Julie was young, beautiful and full of sperm. It was a good day to be alive.
Her voice had a purr to it as she called to Lennie through the open bathroom door.
"Good morning, lover. What are you doing in there?"
Lennie strode through the door as he answered. His hand was still shaking the drops off his dick after his morning piss.
"Just shaking hands with your breakfast, honey. Want to have a bath before you eat?"
Julie nodded as she slipped off the bed.
"Let's have one together. Could we? It's big enough for both, isn't it?"
Lennie stood beside her, still shaking his cock.
Julie glanced at it. "There's enough of that for everybody. Stop waving it at me until we've had our bath."
Slipping into the bath like a mermaid, she lay back, luxuriating in its warmth as she looked up at him.
"Do you really piss out of that thing? I want to watch the next time you do it."
Lennie stood over her with his prick in his hand.
"You want me to piss all over you?"
Julie considered the offer for a moment before replying.
"I'd rather have you shoot your load. Sperms are groovy. Look what they've done to my hair." With one dripping hand, she held out a matted tangle of locks for Lennie's inspection. "Feel it. Just like a hair-setting lotion, isn't it? The things you can do with love juice. Do you think it'll wash out, or will I have to arrange it in an African natural look?"
"Do what the hell you like with it after I've gone to work. Meanwhile, get your ass over and I'll get in with you."
Obligingly, Julie slid her wet body up until she was sitting with her back against the rear of the tub. The globules of bath oil-scented water glistened on her flushed skin like a million gleaming prisms. The line of the water reached halfway up her floating, buoyant breast. The water lapped at her nipples, concealing and revealing them as the water splashed around her.
Lennie lowered himself into the water facing her. He went into the hot scented water like a sedate water buffalo. His dangling balls touched the water first as he sat down.
"Jee-zus, it's hot!"
"Of course it is, it's a hot bath, stupid. Get in and stop belly-aching. Here, wash my back for me.
Lennie got to his knees and took the soap out of the dish as Julie knelt over on her knees in front of him.
Reaching across her, Lennie rubbed the soap into a lather on the supple skin of her arched back, allowing his hands to slide sensuously in a long sweeping caress until he was cupping her pendulous breasts in his lathered hands. The hot, scented water lapped around their crouching legs as Julie squirmed and writhed to the stimulation of Lennie's massage on her breasts. Her nipples, hard as ripe berries, slipped through his tweaking fingers as they pulled at the soapy, lubricated, erect flesh. The firm-toned mounds of her slithering tits rippled through the pressure of his clutching working hands; like two fish.
Every detail of the muscles and soft fatty tissue seemed to have a glorious independent life of its own as it slipped under his soapy moving hands.
Backing towards Lennie in the height of her stimulation, Julie worked her hot soapy ass into Lennie's lap. Her small, rounded body fitted against his, contour to contour, in primitive abandon.
The water, heat and doglike animal position seemed to awaken some deep primeval instinct in both of them. Some ancient-rooted desire went back over eons of time, back to some distant reptilian ancestors mating in the hot mud of creation.
Julie moaned and snuggled closer to the bulk of Lennie's hairy body. Her hot, soapy ass writhed against the hard stiffness of his red dong.
An animal grunt rumbled from the depth of Lennie's panting chest.
"Christ, baby. What you do to me! I'll shoot my load all over your ass if you keep that up."
Like a bitch in heat, Julie continued the frantic movement of her gyrating rear. Deaf to his words, blind to everything except the stimulation of Lennie's tweaking fingers upon her aroused erect tits, Julie existed in a rose red passionate world of her own sensation.
Lennie's voice came to her through a hazy, blood pounding barrier of sexuality.
"You like it on your tits, huh? It does things to you, doesn't it?"
Julie's voice was dreamy and distant. "Oh yes, yes, more. Touch my tits with your prick. It's so hard. Rub it over them."
Quickly, she turned to face him. The scented water splashed over both of them, like a breaking wave as she turned.
Grasping the hardness of Lennie's soapy prick, she pressed it to her tits. Closing her eyes, she ndoned herself to the sensation of his muscled manhood as it slid across the softness of her smooth, lathered breasts. Holding them firm with one hand, she guided the pulsating prick towards the nippled center of her breast in a circularly caressing movement.
Finding its goal, the sensitive vinegar string under Lennie's tool responded to the touch of the erect nipple as it slid from side to side under the guidance of Julie's fingers.
Lennie's hands worked their way down along her soap-slick stomach. Her lathered pubic hair slipped through his searching fingers as he pushed his way in between her open legs.
The hot, slippery pussy twitched as he ran his palm along its yielding length. The lips of her vulva were like greased, oily rubber as they slid through his stroking fingers.
Taking the entire soapy area of her pulsating cunt in the palm of his hand, Lennie massaged it in a constant movement. As he pressed, his soapy hand opened the protecting petals of her cunt lips until he was stimulating the slippery red flesh of her love meat. The protruding pod of her clitoris was like a small rubber bean as it squirmed between his manipulating fingers.
Cupping her boobs in her hands, she squeezed them around the head of Lennie's prick. The heels of her palms pressed against the base of her swollen breasts. She crossed her fingers, locking them around the back of the erect prick, clutching it close to her beating heart.
Hugging the stiff prick before her like a huge carved doll, she worked her clutched tits up and down along its soapy length. Faster and faster, she slid the slick flesh of her boobs against Lennie's captive dong.
The effectiveness of Lennie's stimulation of her clitoris was demonstrated in the speed of her bouncing boobies, matching his rapid rhythm.
As she pushed the soapy mass of her yielding breast onto the hardness of Lennie's massive tool, the iron-hard dong buried itself into her softness until only the blood-suffused head hammered itself free on the upstrokes.
Her head sank lower and lower in the fatigue of her excitement until it was only inches away from the tip of the prick she was nursing in her hands.
Fascinated, she watched the repeated emergence of the stiff intruder from the bubbles that had formed in the crease of her lathered tits.
The crown of her semen-matted hair rested against Lennie's chest, muffling her cry as his questing, rubbing fingers drove her to greater frenzies.
Her sharp exclamations of pleasure changed to a low sobbing moan as she discharged her excruciating climax into the palm of Lennie's revolving hand.
As her head sank lower, Lennie's passion broke in the relief of his exploding balls.
"I'm coming, Julie. I'm coming."
"Don't waste them. Don't waste them." The words came from Julie's open mouth as she widened it to receive the discharge of Lennie's spurting cannon.
Surely and squarely, the hot, white semen spattered onto her extended tongue and into her receptive hungry mouth. She swallowed like a contented cat with the cream and slid down into the scented bubbles of the bath water.
"That," she pronounced, "was the grooviest bath I've ever had. I'll bet I've got the cleanest boobs in the world."
The water gurgled into the overflow pipe as Lennie lowered his hairy bulk into the bath. "Just holler the next time they feel dirty. I'm always ready to oblige. 'Cleanliness above all things,' is my motto."
Reaching for a towel on the rail behind her, Julie stood up and stepped over Lennie's head. With one foot raised on the edge of the bath, she carefully dried between her toes, while her stretched twat winked pinkly down on him. Little rivulets of water ran along her rounded stomach, channeling into the clefts of her thighs and coalescing into gleaming gems on the individual hairs of her blonde pubic mass. Each hair collected a little stream of water that grew into a sparkling point of light swelling and becoming pearshaped before dropping into the water near Lennie's head.
Stepping out of the bath, she toweled herself dry. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she drew the toweling across her bent back.
Looking into the mirror over the hand basin, she caught sight of her sperm-stuck hair.
"Christ, I'm gonna have to do something with this mop today. What time do you have to be out for?"
Lennie leaped from the bath, electrified.
"Now you've ruined my whole day. I'd forgotten all about work. Get your hot little hands busy in the kitchen while I shave. I've an appointment at ten near Second and Main." A note of query came into his voice. "You can cook as well as suck, can't you? You seem to be able to live on cock juice, but I'm a bacon and eggs man myself."
Julie nodded eagerly.
"Got a diploma in my junior high cooking class. Do you think you've got the strength to raise a fork full of food to your mouth?" Reaching behind the bathroom door, she took down a nylon shirt of Lennie's that was hanging there. "Don't have a dressing robe. Guess I'll have to make do with this.
How does it look?" she asked, posing provocatively.
Lennie eyed her through his shaving soap. "You're not going to dance. What the hell does it matter how you look? Cook, baby. Cook."
Julie's flesh glowed through the fabric as she passed through the sunlit living room on the way to the kitchen.
Lennie's voice followed her through the door. "You look fine. Just fine. It suits you ... Is that goddamn bacon sizzling yet?"
Bustling about in the strange kitchen, Julie hunted for the food and the utensils to cook it in. Reaching up into a high cupboard for the flour, the plump cheeks of her ass showed momentarily from under the raised shirt.
"I'll have a slice of that, rare, and two eggs, sunny sideup, please," Lennie bellowed at her from the bathroom.
Bending over, she spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing the meat of her twat.
"Fancy a mouthful of this, raw, instead?"
"If breakfast isn't on the table by the time I'm ready," Lennie hollered back, "I'll have your tits on toast! Get cracking."
Minutes later, the gut-satisfying smell of perking coffee and frying bacon brought Lennie from the bathroom "Boy, that smells good." He rubbed his hands together approvingly and drew a chair into the table.
Julie sat at the opposite end of the formica-topped table in the breakfast nook. Her young face was flushed from cooking. She looked at him demurely from over the whiteness of her borrowed shirt.
As Lennie munched on the crisp bacon, he couldn't help but contrast the seeming innocence and domesticity of the girl in front of him, with the squirming abandon of the passionate woman, who had flipped him off in the bath a few short minutes before. This was perfection ... like living in a harem, with a French chef to do the catering when you got tired of box lunches.
Wiping his lips, Lennie reached into his back pocket and pulled out his billfold. "You're alright, kid. Here's twenty bucks. Get your hair done, or something. Don't worry about those shoes. I'll have something laid on for you by tonight."
Putting his wallet away again, he consoled himself with the thought, "What the hell. Twenty bucks and I've had three blow jobs, a soapy tit roll, and a fuckin' good time in her armpits." Struggling into his jacket, he recounted. "Or didn't I get around to the armpits yet? Oh well, there's always tonight. And my credit's still good."
He turned as he got to the front door.
"Bye honey. See you tonight. Rest up all you can. We're going to be busy."
Closing the front door behind him Lennie strode out to his parked car. His balls hung loose and empty; a raw knob in his trousers. But he had a happy grin upon his face, as though he was the most exhausted man in California and proud of it.