Chapter 4
Julie paced nervously, waiting for Marika to get home from work. All day she had been anxious about what she and her roommate had done that morning. They had gotten it on a half-dozen times in ways Julie had never dreamed of. She had been late for work-and it had been worth every dime of lost pay!
The blonde had felt something was missing from her life. Now she knew what it was. Sexual adventure. She loved the way Eddie felt inside her, moving around, his thick cock giving her incredible pleasure. But that wasn't enough any more, and she knew she wasn't-likely to ever get what she needed from him.
An occasional screw might be okay, but there had to be excitement to it. She got pleasure, but after the morning's hot lezzie action with Marika, Julie knew she could never go back to flopping on her back on the bed, spreading her legs and letting her boyfriend fuck her.
She spun at the opening door. "Marika!"
"You look hot and bothered," Marika said. She licked her lips and glanced around, as if to see if anyone might overhear. "I've been thinking about you all day. Can't think of anything else, if you want the truth."
"Me, too," admitted Julie. "What are we going to do?"
"We can get it on some more, but there's a problem with that."
Julie felt her heart leap into her throat. "What?" she asked, fearing the worst. Was Marika letting her down easy, telling her she was a lousy lay?
"You'd get as tired of us licking and sucking and all that as fast as I would. We can get off on the occasional lesbo loving, but we both like cock and lots of it."
"Well, yes," Julie said. "What are you suggesting?"
"We need variety in our lives. Sitting on our asses in the apartment isn't going to get us any. Put on your sexiest clothes, and let's go find something really fun to do tonight."
"Let's swing!" Julie cried.
"Why not? Find a guy or two or three and see how that is. I don't know. I've never had more than one guy fuck me at a time. Might be good. Or there might be other things we can try, honey. Whatever it is, let's find it!"
Julie rushed into her room and looked at everything hanging in her closet. Most of it was too staid, work clothes that wouldn't outrage even the most prudish of customers. But one dress had a neckline that plunged down far between her big boobs. Its short skirt barely covered her ass, and it was so tight it fit like a second skin. Julie wiggled into it and looked at herself in the mirror. Her breath came faster at the sight.
"I'm a knockout!" she exclaimed.
"You sure are," Marika said from the door. "Let's go get some cocks hard. And then get some hard cocks!"
Together, they left and drove downtown to the nightclub district. Julie began feeling uneasy.
"I don't know if we ought to do this," she said to Marika. "Eddie told me these aren't the good places."
"And Eddie's been fucking you exclusively. Maybe he doesn't want to share what he's got. Can't hurt to check out the action, can it?"
"They've got bouncers at the door. Maybe they won't let us in," Julie said, beginning to worry about her sexual escapade.
"Honey, they got to let us in. One look at you and they'll be stepping on their own dicks." Marika wheeled the car into a parking lot, and they walked to the door of a club with blaring music reaching out into the street. The long line waiting to get inside gave them looks of stark lust or hatred, depending on whether the one doing the looking was male or female.
"See?" Marika said. "We're dressed just right." She walked up to the bouncer, put her hand on his cheek and whispered in his ear. The burly man smiled broadly and waved them inside.
"What did you say to him? He let us right in and there must be a hundred in line!" Julie was awestruck.
"I told him we'd both give him a blow job." Marika laughed at Julie's expression. "Don't get so worried. That's not what I said at all." When Julie started to slump in relief, Marika said, "I promised to give all the guys inside a blow job so they'd come back again!"
Laughing, Marika pushed inside and looked around the club. Small tables intimately set and a dance floor dominated part of the club, but the real action was at the rear.
"What are they doing?" Julie asked, standing on tiptoe so she could see. She felt her calves tightening and her ass curving slightly. Eyes turned to stare at her. She realized the front of her dress was so low-cut, one of her titties was about ready to pop out. She could have tucked it back in. She didn't. If she wanted to change her life, she had to do things she wouldn't ordinarily do.
"Mud wrestling," a handsome-looking stud said, seeing her interest. "They'll give any woman five hundred dollars if she can last two rounds without getting pinned."
"Who's she have to wrestle?" Julie asked. The guy was handsome and well-built. She wouldn't mind wrestling with him, in mud or on satin sheets.
He returned her bold look and smiled broadly. "Whoever puts up the money."
"You rich?" Marika asked.
"No, but I've got five hundred if she's interested," he said, his eyes moving from Julie's blue ones to the deep cleavage between her snowy-white boobs.
Before Julie could say a word, Marika was waving her hand to attract attention of the guy dressed in a muddy referee's outfit. He looked like a dirty zebra, but his quick motion showed the deal had been made before Julie realized it.
"Go on, honey. Give it your all!" Marika shoved Julie toward the ring where mud a foot deep sloshed every time the referee took a step.
"No, my dress, I can't.. . " Then she looked at the guy who had put up the money. He tucked his wallet back into his hip pocket, then stripped off his shirt. Muscles rippled and Julie knew she was lost. To be in those arms would be heaven. And lower, the bulge at his crotch, to have that massive fuck stick shoved deep into her hungry cooze would be even better.
"Wrestle naked, or leave on your panties," the referee said.
"How are you wrestling?" she asked the stud who was shucking off his pants. He wore tight briefs that showed that he was hung "like this," he said. "Do you want to make a small side bet?"
"Okay," Julie said.
She began pulling off her dress to the excited cheers of those seated around the ring. Marika pressed closer and took her roommate's dress and high heels.
"What's the side bet?" Marika whispered. "I didn't hear."
"Can't you guess? Win or lose, I'm going to win!"
Naked except for her thong panties, Julie stepped over the ring rope and into the slippery mud. She almost lost her balance, then recovered. The referee stood between them and gave the rules. Julie hardly cared. She saw the light glinting off the man's muscles and knew whatever happened would be a rousing adventure, totally un-like anything she had ever done before.
"Go to it, two three-minute rounds," the referee said. The man came forward faster than Julie would have thought possible. His arms circled her thighs and lifted. She flew through the air and landed with a gooey splat in the mud.
The sensuous feel of the mud oozing all around her turned her on almost as much as the feel of the man's body pressing down between her legs. He swarmed up, trying to pin her. She reached down, slippery from the mud, and pushed her hand down between fabric and the flesh of his belly. Catching the rock-hard prick sent a tremor of delight through her. She used this convenient handle to swing around.
"That's cheating," he said, his lips near her ear. He licked and sucked at the ear lobe, making Julie arch her back. Her crotch ground into his upper thigh, but she wanted more. She wanted what she had already captured in her hand buried far up her pussy.
"Are you complaining?" she asked, slithering around. She escaped his grip repeatedly. Strength didn't mean as much as agility, and she was getting into the slick feel of his body moving across hers. The way his steely dick poked out of his briefs was hidden from the crowd by the mud.
Julie managed to get turned around and rise up on hands and knees.
She felt the long, rigid length slide between the meaty slabs of her ass cheeks, past her thong undies and into her pussy. She had expected it. He hadn't. He straightened up. As he did so, he drove himself even deeper into her cunt. Julie slid forward, the slick mud robbing her of traction.
As she did, his cock slipped out of her slit. Laughter in the audience told her the crowd knew what was going on. Once, Julie might have been embarrassed. Now, she was turned on knowing everyone saw her trying to fuck this well-hung stud!
She whipped around, her legs scissoring his body. She flopped him onto his face. They wrestled around, the slippery mud lubricating them as they got into position. Both knew what they wanted.
Julie gasped when she got it. All eight inches of it. His hips jerked, and he sank even deeper into her snatch. They laid on their sides in the thick mud, legs locked together, his cock hidden away inside her drooling pussy. Every time they twisted around in the slick goo, Julie felt a new tingle of desire pass into her. They stroked over each other's body, seemingly struggling to get a grasp for a pin.
Neither of them was working for that.
She gasped when his hands closed around her muddy tits. He stroked from the base to the tip of her nipples, drawing blood into the hard nubby ends. As they rolled around, he bent closer and sucked one nipple into this mouth-hard. His tongue pressed against the sensitive flesh and turned her weak inside with the reaction.
She was wrestling in mud, almost naked, having a guy shove himself deep into her pussy, and she was doing it in front of a crowd cheering her on.
Julie almost came when the stud sucked first on one nipple and then the other before moving even lower. His lips dragged across her heaving belly and pressed into the blonde furred thatch between her legs-just for an instant.
She slithered away and got around, her long legs grabbing him around the waist again. This brought her snatch up into his cock. The slick mud made her miss her target. His prick glided past her cunthole to fit nicely between her meaty ass cheeks. She squeezed down just a little to let him know she appreciated even this.
His pecker jerked in response, telling her she couldn't go on much longer without him cumming.
"Round one!" called the referee, blowing a whistle. Julie blinked mud from her eyes. She didn't know exactly what was going on until the man she was wrestling helped her up and to a chair in one corner.
"Aren't you going to your corner?" she asked. "Don't they do it that way?"
"I paid for this, I want to do it," the stud said, wiping mud from his face. He took up a spray bottle and began squirting the mud from her naked body. Julie shivered as the cold water washed away the layers of mud hiding her flesh from the audience. For a moment, it occurred to her this was indecent.
Then she realized she enjoyed being ogled by all the guys in the audience. It made her feel incredibly sexy. They all wanted her-and she was getting one handsome stud to fuck her, even if it was only an erratic thrust into her cooze now and then as they wallowed in the mud. The feel of his hands working all over her mud-slickened skin was worth it. The sensation of his cock invading her was even better.
She shook like a dog, sending water and mud everywhere as he continued to spray her down. She stood clad only in the skimpy undies. The referee started to blow his whistle for the second round, but Julie stopped him.
"Fair's fair. He got to hose me down. I want to do the same for him." The guy turned to argue the point with the referee, but the white-and-black-striped official knew a good thing when he heard it. The crowd was going wild with the idea.
Julie took the bottle and began spraying the mud off only the important parts. She sprayed water all over the man's pecker until it stood up naked and proud and quivering for the second round. Then she moved around and got his butt all shiny clean. She stroked over it and felt the hardness of his muscles and almost melted inside. Her pussy churned, and she had to have hard-driving cock fucking her until she screamed in ecstasy.
"Let's do it," she said, tossing the bottle aside. The guy spun and grabbed her around the waist. Julie hopped up, legs circling his waist. Somehow, with that single jump, she fitted her pussy directly over his cock and slid down his pole, taking him balls-deep into her creaming interior.
She gasped and leaned back, her legs tensed around his middle. He swung her about, letting her slide outward slightly before pulling her back in to his groin.
The speed of the fucking wasn't much, but everything conspired to get Julie off. She was mud wrestling naked and in plain view of hundreds of shouting, screaming men and women. She was getting the fucking of her life and doing it in public!
"More," she moaned out. Twisting, the hot blonde knocked the man to the floor in a tidal wave of mud. Julie no longer cared if the people knew what she did or if they were merely suspecting she did the dirty deed. Kneeling over the supine man's waist, she got him fully into her eager cunt.
Squishing slickly, Julie began rising and falling, letting his cock slide from her pussy and then dropping to take it fully up her cunt. Up and down, faster and faster she fucked herself. The man splashed around, sending mud flying everywhere.
When he reached up and grabbed her boobs, his hands were too slick to do much more than slide away. But the movement of his slippery hands over her dangling breasts, across her rigid nipples, down the slopes to the deep valley between, was enough to excite her even farther.
She put her hands on his chest to brace herself so he could lift her hips up and drove them down, impaling herself directly with his pecker. The lewd squishing sounds might have come from their bodies in the mud or from the liquid movement of a cock entering and leaving her excited pussy.
All Julie knew was the delightful tingles that mounted within her and moved to make her one giant electric spark. She moaned and sobbed and fucked herself even faster. She thought she heard the referee saying something, but she wasn't sure.
More and more she moved, letting her mud-slickened body move over the man pinned beneath her. She took him fully up her twat and wanted more. He was thick and he was long. And she wanted it all!
Twisting slightly so she corkscrewed herself down onto his dick, Julie let the passions mount until the tension was too much for her.
She jerked to one side and wrapped her legs around the man again, drawing him far up into her twat. His hips began bucking, and Julie found paradise. She shrieked in joy as orgasm smashed through her body. She floundered around in the mud, sending spray everywhere and didn't care. The sultry blonde was too lost in the sensations ripping through her trim body. All feeling started in her pussy and radiated outward in hot, wild sparks that consumed her.
Then she sighed and sank down into the mud. In the distance, she heard the referee shouting, "The winner! She won by a pin!"
She raised up, muddy and limp from the fucking, her hands high above her head in a victory salute to the crowd. It didn't even matter to her that her tits were flattened by stretching up so far or that she had lost her thong undies somewhere in the mud and was bare-ass naked.
"Yeah, I won," she said to herself, and she wasn't even talking about the mud wrestling match. She glowed inside from a first classand incredibly unusual-fucking.
At last, Julie had found the way to feeling really alive!
And she wanted more. Lots more.