It was almost two o'clock when she decided to stop for lunch.
None of the big restaurants appealed to her. She could very well afford them, but Julie liked small, out of the way cafes. They were much more intimate, seldom crowded. Besides, exciting things could happen in those small cafes run by one person.
The place she located was almost as lonely as the service station. It was a small place, set just off the highway on the beach side. There were a few cabins for tired overnighters and not much else. The cafe was a white clapboard affair, with a neon sign that said nothing except cafe. It was off now, of course. There was one car pulled up next to the door, and she wheeled in beside it.
As Julie entered the cafe, she still felt a warm glow from the action at the service station hardly two hours ago. Her pussy twitched with a lovely sensation, mostly because she had been playing with it off and on as she drove.
The interior of the cafe was cool against the heat outside. There were two booths along one wall, and seven or eight stools at the counter. It wasn't the cleanest cafe she had ever seen. But she didn't mind that. For a girl who was scrupulously clean about her personal habits, she seldom minded the condition of places she ate in, or stayed in for an hour or so of flicking.
Sitting at the counter was a man. She glanced briefly at him, and immediately discarded him. He was in his sixties, bald-headed, with a scraggly beard at least a week old. He was slurping coffee from a saucer.
Taking a stool at the far end of the counter, she waited, looking over the menu. There wasn't much choice, really. Stew, hamburgers, hot cakes, and so forth. She decided on a hamburger with fries, closed the menu and sat back. She pulled a cigarette from her purse and fired it up with a tiny gold lighter.
As she blew out clouds of blue-gray smoke, a man came from the swinging doors behind the counter. He stepped toward her, lifting an eye in question.
"Burger and fries, please," she said. "Oh, and may I have a coke. No glass-bottle will be fine."
The man nodded, then returned to the kitchen of the cafe.
He wasn't bad, she thought. Not the best looking specimen, but he was maybe in his forties, with gray at the temples of his black hair. Tall, but not really muscular. But he wasn't skinny, either. He had been wearing an apron about his waist, and it was splattered with food and who knew what else.
She finished her cigarette and crushed it out in an ashtray near the sugar and other condiments before her. Again she looked at the bald-headed man still slurping noisily from the saucer.
When the man brought her the hamburger and fries, she bit into it. Surprisingly, it was tasty. She gave the man a smile.
"Good," she said.
He nodded, looking at her. Then he turned and lifted the lid of an old-fashioned cooler, found a coke, opened it and set that before her. Without saying anything, he leaned on the cooler, watching her eat.
Julie didn't mind. She was used to men looking at her. She would have been disappointed if he had not. She finished the hamburger and began on the fries, eating slowly. Now and then she would glance at the man behind the counter. There was a gleam in his dark eyes, a gleam that Julie was familiar with.
She smiled at him again.
There was no response from the man; just that steady gaze.
The old man finished his coffee, flipping coins on the counter. As he stepped from the stool, he called out: "See you later, Ben."
Ben waved a hand, but never took his eyes from Julie.
The fries gone now, Julie lifted the cold bottle to her lips and drank. Her slim throat swallowed. She kept her eyes on the man behind the counter. Slowly, insinuatingly, she licked the mouth of the bottle. There was a slight lift to the man's eyebrows as he watched her pink tongue lick the neck of the bottle,-then push gently and slowly into the hole.
Still they gazed at one another, neither speaking, but there was a charged tension flowing between them.
Firing up another cigarette, Julie smoked and drank the coke. Her eyes never wavered from the man's.
Placing the empty bottle down on the counter, Julie said without any expression: "Want to fuck?"
"Pay me, first," the man said.
Julie put money on the counter, then looked back at him. "Well?"
The man jerked his head toward the swinging doors leading to the rear of the cafe, then turned and went through them. Julie slipped from the stool and walked around the counter, following him.
The kitchen, unlike the cafe proper, was clean as a bell. Everything sparkled and shined. The man was standing at the rear door.
She walked up to him, their eyes staring into each others. The man walked outside without a word, and she followed him. The man, Ben, opened one of the small cabin doors, and they entered it. The cabin wasn't much. There was a bed, one chair, and the bathroom. That was all.
The man began to remove his clothing. Julie watched him, a smile playing around her full lips. When he was naked, she dropped her eyes to his body. There was a slight belly on him, but not enough to turn her off. His cock was dangling limply down, hairy balls almost hidden by black hair. The man stroked his cock slowly as he moved to the bed, stretching out there.
Julie lifted her sweater, then pulled it from her head. Her flawless breasts came free and she dropped the sweater on the single chair. It was then she noticed the walls were plastered with pictures. She smiled broadly as she leaned to look at them. Many of the pictures had been cut from magazines, nude women in a variety of poses. But some were photographs.
It was the photographs she looked more closely at.
One picture was an eight-by-ten of a very pretty girl, hardly fifteen years old. She was sitting in a chair, her feet up and draped over the arms, cunt fully exposed. The girl was cupping one small breast, a cigarette in her other hand. The girl's eyes were open, gazing into the camera. Her expression gave the impression of being bored.
Another picture, also eight by ten, and in full color, was of an even younger girl. This one didn't seem a day over thirteen. She had very small breasts, and she wasn't fully developed anywhere. The girl was lying on a bed, her legs wide apart. Something that looked suspiciously like a cucumber was inside her almost hairless pussy, and the girl was licking a carrot, of all things. Unlike the first picture, this girl had an expression of passion on her young face.
There were maybe ten or twelve such pictures, all young girls in their teens. Julie turned and faced the man. He was still pulling at his cock, only now it was very hard.
"You like them young, huh?" she said, smiling. Her fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt, and it fell to the floor. Hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, she slipped them down and off. Moving to the bed, she crawled up on it, standing on her knees. "You really go for young pussy, don't you?"
The man nodded his head, jerking up and down on his cock. Julie was starting to lie down beside him, but he stopped her. The way he stopped her was by lifting his head and planting a moist kiss on her stomach.
"Nice," she murmured, pressing her stomach against his face. The man's other hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her ass, his face moving lower. "Ohhh, you're going to eat me? Lovely!"
As an answer, the man's tongue darted forth and moved against the curling strands of her pussy hair. Julie widened her knees and moved until she was almost over his face. She grabbed the back of his head and writhed her wet pussy into his face. The man's tongue fluttered about the puffy lips for a minute, then slithered between them and began to lap at her rigid clitoris.
"Mmmmm, I love that!" Julie whimpered, banging her cunt back and forth at his face. "I love being eaten. Lick my clit some more… ahhhh, that's the way I like it! Ohhhhh, you're very good at sucking pussy!"
She rolled her hips in a tight circle against his face, her head back, eyes closed, the lust washing over her. She shivered with pleasure as his tongue poked deep into the velvety interior of her cunt, then up again to twirl about her distended clitoris. Julie glanced down and saw that the man was still jerking slowly on his cock.
She reached for it, wanting to grip it in her hot little hand, but the man shook his head. "Oh," she said softly, "you'd rather do it yourself, huh? I don't mind. Different strokes for different folks, I've heard."
As the man lapped into and around her steaming pussy, Julie watched him jacking off. She had enough experience to know there were some things that turned men on, and if this was what he liked, eating her twat and jerking off at the same time, she didn't mind. At least she would come in his mouth. It would be unlike the nervous, shy boy at the service station.
As his tongue wiggled about her pussy, Julie rocked her naked ass to and fro, gripping the back of his head tightly. His tongue fluttered about her clitoris, alternating with luscious, thrilling licks at the lips of her hairy snatch, then inside it. She was dripping quite a bit now, and the man's cheeks and chin were smeared with the slippery juices.
"Oh, my," she whispered throatily. "You'll make me come if you keep on sucking my twat! Want me to come-? Do you want me to come in your face? Is that what you want?"
The man didn't reply. He was too busy slurping away at her sweet, sugary pussy. His eyes were closed, she saw, and his hand continued to pump away at his thick prick. His fist was smeared with the dripping fluids from the piss hole, and Julie burned with desire to get hold of it. But she let the man have his fun.
Her nipples were swollen, painfully so. She lifted a hand and squeezed into the spongy flesh of one, moaning softly as she whipped her crotch back and forth into the man's face. Pulling her other hand from his head, she cupped one cheek of her ass and dug her fingers into the firm flesh. The man's free hand was doing the same to the other cheek.
"Ahhhh, eat it!" Julie groaned thickly. "Ohhhh, yes! Eat my twat, you jerk-off! Suck that pussy, cunt licker!"
The only response from the man between her long, slim thighs was a grunt and a long, deep stroke into her slippery cunt. Julie felt the beginning of a climax rumbling deep inside her trembling stomach.
"Ohhh, wow!" she squealed loudly. "I'm about there! Suck faster! Suck on my clit! Yes, there… suck my clit! Ohhh, God… I'm about there! Oooooo, almost… almost! Ahhhh, there it is! I'm coming… coming… coming!"
Her slender body shuddered violently as the orgasm roared through her, her breasts jiggling as she banged harshly against his mouth with her spasming pussy. The man slurped furiously as she came, his fingers on her ass digging into the creamy flesh, just as she was doing on the other cheek. His hand, wrapped around his straining cock, however, continued to pump away as before, no faster and no slower.
Julie twisted into his face as she came, then as the exquisite warmth receded, she sprawled beside him, legs wide and wanton. She panted heavily, her breasts rising and falling in her effort to suck in air. A movement made her open her eyes, and the man was leaning over her now, his cock arching toward her revealed pussy.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed, reaching for it. But the man pushed her hand away.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she looked between her upstanding breasts as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Without any aid, the man's cock rammed at the lips of her pussy.
The bulbous head slipped between the hairy lips, and Julie sighed. She rolled her hips as the man plunged into her twat, then rocked them up and down.
"Ahhh, fuck me!" she whimpered hoarsely, bouncing energetically beneath him. The man remained braced on his hands, his chest a foot above her breasts. His eyes were turned downward, watching his cock go in and out of her stretched snatch. "Good… so good! Oooooo, you're big! Such a big cock! Stretch my cunt… fill my pussy… fuck my twat… come in my snatch!"
The man continued pumping in and out of her-writhing crotch, still watching the way the pink lips clung to the shaft. Julie hunched up and down, moving from below the waist only, using the subtle muscles of her stomach and thighs to. fuck him. And, that was what was happening-she was fucking him because he had braced himself on his hands and knees above her, perfectly still and letting her do the screwing.
Again Julie could feel the heat of orgasm boiling inside her body. It was one of the more fortunate aspects of her nature, she felt, this ability to come time and again. She wasn't exactly a girl people would consider a multiple-orgasm female, but she could come within moments three or four times in a row. Each orgasm always grew with intensity until Julie felt she would shatter into pieces.
As the second orgasm burned through her body, Julie raced her hips up and down, eyes wide and glassy, staring at the way her cunt seemed to devour his long, thick prick. Their pubic hairs met and mingled, only to part as she dropped her naked, squirming ass until just the swollen head of his cock was inside her pussy, then she would race back up, driving her pussy to the very base of his prick. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel each and every groove of his hard-on inside her, feel the pulsations of blood pounding through it. It seemed to become part of her, part of her burning pussy, as though it was an extension of her lusts.
The muscles rippled smoothly in her flat stomach, bunching and flexing at her thighs. She clawed into the sheets beneath her bouncing ass, biting at the bottom lip that always found its way between her teeth at moments of climax. She made soft animal-like sounds, as she plunged up and down on his impaling dick, sounds that exclaimed her passion.
"Oooo, I'm about to come again!" she burbled with incoherent excitement. "Ahhh, that's nice… so good! Fuck… ahhh, fuck me!"
It was contradictory because she was the one fucking him, but when Julie was in the grip of orgasm, she seldom knew what she was saying. She banged her cunt hard against his pelvis, bruising the tender lips of her pussy and not caring. The tiny clitoris was sliding and scraping along the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock, and it was bringing her climax on like the speed and roar of an old-fashioned steam engine.
"God, I love it! I love it! Ohhh, cock… big cock! Ahhhhhh, my cunt is going to be ripped to pieces! Rip it… rip it… rip it! Ohhhhh, I'm about to come again!"
Her naked ass flew in a frenzy, sideways and up and down, rocking and twisting of its own volition. From the waist down, she was separated from the upper half of her body. Her mind was soaring, but it wasn't guiding the movements of her hips. Every part of her slim body seemed to be on the very brink of coming, burning and smoking as it always did when she was being fucked.
She gave a loud, drawn-out wail as she came. The squeezing of her cunt sucked at the man's cock, and she was vaguely aware that he was spewing thick semen deep into her snatch.
He had not made a single sound other than a grunt now and then.
Julie's ass banged down onto the bed, her body trembling. The man's cock slipped from her clinging pussy and the last gush of his warm semen splashed onto the quivering stomach.
She watched him with lazy eyes as he crawled from the bed, walking naked toward the bathroom. She heard water running in there, and she slowly smeared his semen over her belly, a smile of gratification on her lovely face.
The man returned, still naked; he was carrying a camera.
She looked at him in surprise, then at the pictures on the wall. A slow smile of understanding spread across her face.
"You like little mementos of your girls, huh?"
The man nodded, focusing the camera.
"Wait," Julie said, "let me give you a good pose."
She twisted about en the bed, drawing her knees beneath and arching her naked, curvy ass into the air. She looked over her shoulder with a wide smile on her face, reached between her legs and shoved a finger into her soaked cunt.
"This okay?" she asked.
The man nodded and aimed the camera.
He could see through the view finder the lovely, uninhibited girl. She had her ass toward him, and the pucker of her pink asshole would be in the picture, as would the hair-lined lips of her cunt, with her finger deeply inside it. And he liked the way she smiled broadly over her shoulder at him. It would be the best picture yet.
Julie didn't mind. It was kind of exciting, in a way, to have her picture pasted up with those others From the ones she had seen, he knew that her picture would be the best of all, just as she would be the most beautiful of all the girls there.
The camera clicked, and the man quickly rolled the film and shot another picture of her.
"Finished?" Julie asked.
He nodded.
She crawled from the bed and went to the bathroom, where she straddled the sink as well as she could, splashing water against her cunt. Toweling between her thighs, she returned to the room and found the man dressing. So she pulled her panties on, then her skirt and sweater.
Dressed, she followed him back to the cafe.
She sat at the same stool she had occupied before. The man handed her another coke without asking, then he reached down under the counter and pulled out a small bag.
"For me?" Julie asked, picking it up and looking at it curiously. "What is it?"
"Grass," he said
"Grass? You mean… pot?"
The man nodded his head.
Julie laughed. "So that's how it is. You trade grass for ass! Hey, that's neat! No wonder you have all those young girls. Sorry, though, I don't use this shit. Fucking is my bag."
She tossed the small package back to him. "But why the pictures?"
"Insurance," the man said.
Julie understood. "Then you don't need my picture hanging up in there, do you? I mean, I don't blow shit, so why my picture?"
The man shrugged.
She frowned, then shook her shoulders, her breasts jiggling. "Oh, the hell with it. You want my picture, you can have it."
She finished the coke and slipped to her feet. At the door, she turned to face him.
"You're sort of odd, you know that, mister. Don't you talk much?"
"No reason to talk," he said.
She looked for a long moment at him. Then she smiled. "Maybe you're right. Talking does interfere with fucking at times. Well, maybe I'll come through here again sometime. Okay if I stop?"
He nodded his head, and Julie left the cafe.