Once again on the highway, she laughed aloud.
He had been such a strange man, she thought. He was a good cunt licker, all right, but he didn't seem to have very much interest in fucking her. Just held himself on his hands and knees and let her pump away. It was as if he didn't care whether he screwed her or not. She wondered what he did with those other young girls, and decided he was certainly a queer one.
With the radio on and the top still down, she drove at a moderate speed down the broad highway. She wasn't in that much of a rush to get home. Her mother wasn't expecting her until sometime the following day, anyway. She could spend the whole night somewhere if she wanted. But spending the night alone in the sterile confines of a motel room didn't appeal to a girl of Julie Kramer's nature. Now if she picked up a strong, willing young man, that would be different.
Finding a man would not be at all difficult for Julie. A girl as beautiful as she never had any real problems there. Although she had come three times this day, she was still steaming, although not as much as earlier. Often she wondered if she were a nymphomaniac, but after careful consideration, decided she wasn't. She simply loved sex, that was all. Besides, from what she had heard and read, a nymphomaniac didn't really care for sex all that much. It seemed to be a physical problem, a problem of not being able to achieve an orgasm. A girl who couldn't come was always searching for that elusive thrill, and never finding it. She flitted from man to man, never being true to any one, but always hoping the next cock that entered her cunt would trigger something. A nymphomaniac, Julie thought, was a girl who was always on the border, but never falling off.
Maybe, maybe not.
But she certainly wasn't one, she felt. She could come easily enough. It was just that she loved sex in all its various pleasures, all its forms. There were some things she had not experienced, but not many.
When she was thirteen years old, Julie had been fingering her pretty little pussy for well over a year. She had used her fingers many times, and although she had heard stories of how much it hurt and bled when a girl was screwed the first time, she had not experienced that particular phenomenon. It had been explained to her by the twenty-odd year-old man who seduced her that some girls didn't bleed, that some didn't have any pain at all. Being uninhibited, Julie had told the man of her finger-fucking, and he felt she had simply stretched her membrane that way so that it was still intact, but pliable enough to allow the entrance of a cock, without tearing.
The explanation satisfied her.
From that first time, Julie had discovered she was a sexual person. And she had been fucking since. She never considered why her nature was this way, why her personality had developed in that direction. She knew there were some girls who wouldn't let a boy so much as touch their breasts, and Julie thought they were quite foolish. In fact, she felt those girls were missing the best part of growing up.
Julie could remember almost every boy and man she had fucked. She could remember not so much what they looked like, their physical features, but their cocks and balls, the size of them, and the way they came. Some of them, remembered, could come like a garden hose, while a few would only dribble a bit of thin juice. She much preferred a cock that sprayed powerfully, filling her cunt to capacity, but she would take the ones that simply wet a bead or two, and do so with gusto.
She had no preference as to size, either. A cock was a cock was a cock, she felt. Long ones, skinny ones, thick ones, short ones… they were all fabulous. A man's cock and balls fascinated her. She loved to hold them, to feel them grow and throb in her hand. She enjoyed playing with those sensitive balls, feeling the heft of them, the wiry hair that tickled her flesh. Unlike many women, Julie found the sight of a man's naked body a thing of beauty, all hard muscle and angular lines. She particularly enjoyed looking at a man who had a hard-on, but it wasn't necessary to create passion in her. Passion was always in her, and she had methods to make a limp prick stand up quickly enough.
She came to another small town, one of the many that dotted the long highway up and down the coast of California. The sun was behind her, and it was still warm, almost hot. The sky was clear, and the air was unusually humid for this time of year. Tooling the small car to a parking area along the side of the highway, she killed the motor and stepped out. She was on a small cliff that overlooked the ocean.
Stretching, she stood there and looked at the blue waters, seeing a few people on the sand. There was hardly any breeze to speak of. She fluffed her coppery hair and ran her hands over her breasts. It would be nice to take a swim, she thought. Julie liked to be clean, and she had been unable to shower at that small cafe where the man had taken her picture. The only thing was, she had no swim suit with her.
But the water looked so inviting.
Never one to shy away from a little exposure, Julie grinned to herself as she noticed a rock formation a short distance away. From her elevated spot, she noticed it was also clear just the other side of the rocks, with a small pool formed there.
Running and laughing to herself, she tripped down the narrow trail that led to the beach. The few people there paid no attention to the running, happy girl.
She raced into the small rock enclosure and, looking about, saw she had all the privacy she needed. The pool was formed in the sand and rocks, and she could see the bottom very well. It was a natural pool, formed over the years as if made just for her.
Laughing softly, she peeled out of her skirt and blouse, then after a moment's thought, stripped her panties away. Naked, she stepped into the water, ready to catch her breath. But the water was warm. In the center, the water came only to her thighs. She sat down and splashed about, singing to herself. She splashed water up on her breasts, washed her face, and then, opening her knees beneath the water, scrubbed at her cunt until there was no longer any trace of semen left there by the man at the cafe. She washed her whole body, feeling very refreshed, wishing the pool was deep enough to swim in.
She splashed about some more, like a girl-child in a wading pool.
"Venus rising from the sea," a voice came to her.
Julie, startled, looked up.
A man stood at the top of the highest rock, looking down at her. He was a tall individual, maybe in his mid-thirties, she noticed. His body was good, with wide shoulders and lean hips. A sprinkling of hair was on his chest, but otherwise he seemed hairless; except for his head, of course.
His voice had startled her because she had not expected it. She had automatically covered her breasts with her arms, then gave a shrug and let them drop away. She stood upright in the water, unashamed, proud in her beauty. Slowly, still looking at the man, she walked purposefully to the soft, warm sand. Taking her sweater she began to dry her body, spending a long time on her breasts, then deliberately parting her legs and drying between them.
"Nothing bashful about you," the man said.
"Should there be?" she retaliated, flashing a smile at him. "It seems as if you've seen all there is, so why try to hide it now?"
The man gave a low chuckle, glanced behind himself, and started down toward her. "A girl after my own heart," the man said, dropping lightly to the sand.
Julie glanced once at the crotch of his tight trunks, then squatted without a show of embarrassment, and pissed.
The man looked between her wide knees, gazing at her hair-lined pussy as the stream of yellow piss spewed forth. There was a knowing grin on his face.
She looked at him. "Haven't you ever seen a girl piss before?"
"Not so openly," he grinned, sitting on the sand with his legs stretched before him. "You're a strange girl."
"Strange?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "How so?"
"For one thing, you've not at all modest."
"Why should I be?" she said. "Everyone has to piss, don't they?"
"Most people use bathrooms."
"Do you see one around here?" she countered, taking her sweater and, still squatting, drying her cunt.
"You've got a point," he agreed, watching as she tossed her sweater to the sand. "Do you plan on putting that sweater back on after drying your pussy with it?"
"No, I've got another in the car."
"You plan on walking up there topless?"
"I might do it bottomless, too."
"You're quite an unconventional girl, you know that?"
"So, I'm unconventional."
She remained squatting, her knees wide apart.
The man looked at her pussy, and she looked at his crotch. Then she raised her eyes quizzically to his.
"Doesn't this turn you on?"
"What?"
"Well, shit!" she snorted. "How often do you see a girl squatting like this, everything showing?"
"How do you know I'm not turned on?"
"You sure don't have a hard-on there," she said, pointing. "If you do, you must need a microscope to find the damn thing."
"Oh, I get turned on, but by different things," he smiled lazily at her.
"What different things?" she asked. Julie was certainly getting turned on. Just by letting the man see her this way turned heron. She was somewhat of an exhibitionist anyway, and it always thrilled her to be discovered doing something unconventional. There was a tingly pulsation around her pussy, and already her tiny clitoris was swelling. Her nipples had become rigid again, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swell, too.
"Would you like to find out?" the man asked.
"Here?"
"Why not? Who's to see?"
"You saw me," she said. "Maybe someone else saw me, and saw you come over here. Don't you mind if you find an audience watching you?"
"Bring on the whole population, I don't give a fuck," he said.
Julie gazed at the man thoughtfully, then began to stroke her pussy with a total lack of shame. "Hey, now… I think you're my kind of man."
The man laughed softly, watching her masturbate. "I believe you're right. What's your name?"
"Julie," she replied, inserting her middle finger into her cunt.
"I'm Jake," he said, and rubbed at the front of his trunks. "You like to finger that cunt with a man watching?"
"I like to do almost everything."
"Is that a fact?"
"It's a fact, Jake."
"How do you like it best?" he asked.
"They're all best," she said, pulling her finger from the clinging lips of her cunt and twisting at her clitoris. "There's no such thing as good, best or better."
"Stand up," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I want to take a look at your ass."
Julie smiled, stood erect. She lifted her hands and fluffed her hair, the movement lifting her flawless breasts. She arched her back, and slowly turned until she had her back to him.
"Beautiful," she heard him whisper.
And it was a beautiful ass. She stood with her back arched, shoving her fine ass outward. Julie's ass was almost heart-shaped, with two spongy but quite firm cheeks with a warm, deep split separating them. They sloped down gently from her back, swelled out sweetly and curved saucily to her long, slim thighs. There were two tiny dimples on each cheek.
"Like it?" she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Christ!" the man groaned. "That's the most beautiful ass ever!"
Julie had an idea he was an ass man. That was fine with her. She stood on one foot, bending the knee of the other leg slightly, causing one cheek to bunch and ripple, the other side soft and caressable. For a moment or so, she changed feet, making her ass-cheeks twist for him. There was a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach as she did this, knowing she was going to enjoy her fourth orgasm o the day.
She reached her hands behind, and began to fondle her ass. She ran her palms up and down her buttocks, cupped them and squeezed her fingers into the resilient flesh. The man's breathing was coming faster as he watched her, and when she twisted about to look at him again, he had slipped his trunks off and she saw an enormous hard-on, sticking up in the fading sunlight with a smooth head the size of a large plum.
"Mmmmm," she murmured softly, licking her lips. "That's a nice one."
The man wasn't listening to her. He was sitting upright, his cock standing out from his lap. His hands were at his sides on the sand, and he was staring hotly at her ass.
Well, she thought, if he gets his jollies by looking at my ass, it's okay with me. She turned to face the sea again, still playing with her ass-cheeks. She kneaded the flesh, pulled the cheeks apart and arched her back even more, and heard the man moan.
"You really like that, don't you?" she said in a soft, but thick voice.
"God! Oh, God!"
He was looking at her ass as she pulled the creamy cheeks wide, and when the tiny pucker of her asshole was revealed to him, he began to tremble. Julie wasn't aware of any movement from him until she felt his hands on her thighs. She looked back and down, and saw him kneeling in the sand behind her. His hands moved up and down the backs of her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her ass where it joined her legs. She shivered as excitement swelled inside her body.
His hands fondled her ass, and she pulled her own away, letting him have fun. His hands were gentle on her flesh, but hot. He ran his palms all over her ass-cheeks, stroking and feeling. Having him do this to her made her pussy swell and quiver, and she decided she was going to get her reward for letting him have his fun, even if she had to rape him!
She stood with her hands hanging loosely at her sides, but kept her back bowed, her ass jutting prettily backwards. Then she felt hot air against the backs of her thighs. She shivered as moist lips began to kiss her legs, the burning lips working from the knee, going upward. Then he was on the back of her other thigh, repeating his kisses.
"Mmmmmm," she crooned softly. "That's very nice. You kiss my legs very nicely, Jake."
The man didn't reply.
His lips worked up, kissing at her shivering thighs. She felt his nose bump against the cheek of her ass, then brush over to the other side and began his trip down the other thigh once more. Bending slightly, she peered between her legs to see if he was beating his cock.
He wasn't.
He placed his hands on her hips, holding her as his mouth paid homage to her sugary flesh. Then he snaked his tongue out and licked from one thigh to the other, coating her flesh with hot saliva.
"Ooooo," she crooned softly. "Lick my legs, Jake. Ahhhh, I like the way you lick my legs!"
"Beautiful," he groaned between licks. "So beautiful! God, you have delicious flesh, Julie! I could lick and kiss on your legs all day!"
Julie sincerely hoped that wasn't all he would lick. Her ass remained arched backward, but her feet were apart. She fondled her breast with one hand and toyed with her cunt with the other as the man licked all over the backs of her sugary thighs.
Then something new was added.
His wet tongue was working up the cheek of her ass, licking and tasting as it went. He pressed it under the curvy bottom part, licked at the crease where it joined her thighs, then up and over, all the way to her spine. Julie trembled as his tongue came down the other side, licking that cheek.
Her position was becoming uncomfortable. She started to pull her ass away, and he gripped her hips tightly.
"I'm uncomfortable this way, Jake," she said. "Let me go."
Reluctantly, he turned her loose. "Lie down, please!"
She turned and looked down at him. His eyes were blazing in lust, his cock jerking up and down powerfully. "Ready to fuck me?"
"No, no," he said hoarsely. "On your stomach… please, lie down on your stomach. I want to lick your ass some more."
His intensity was great, and she dropped to her knees, then spread her body on the warm sand, her breasts making shallow indentations there. The man was at her side immediately. And he was licking at the swelling mounds eagerly, running his tongue hungrily about the sweet flesh of her ass. Julie reached her hand out and took hold of his hard cock. The man didn't say anything, but licked harder and faster at the cheeks of her butt. She wrapped her fingers about the throbbing prick and jerked on it, but slowly. It was such a big, beautiful cock, she didn't want it spurting come in the sand. That would be a terrible waste. If he came, she wanted it inside her, and if not inside her, at least she wanted to feel the warm stickiness of it on her body.
The man's tongue was moving and licking from cheek to cheek, the flat surface lapping gently and slowly, only to press and move swiftly again. There wasn't an inch of her ass and thighs he had left untended. She stroked on his cock, moaning with passion and wiggling her ass against his mouth. Then she turned loose of his cock and fondled his dangling balls, tugging and squeezing easily on them, then back at his prick again.
It felt so lovely, having him lick and kiss and nibble at her ass. This was something she had not experienced before, and it was so pleasant. Heated as she was, his wet tongue and avid lips made her even hotter. She writhed about in the sand, pumping her ass up and down in a slow, undulating motion. Then the man slipped a hand in between her thighs, and Julie opened them for him. He tickled at the lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger up into her. She squealed with pleasure and lifted her ass against his face. The man ran his finger in and out of her snatch as he licked and kissed the creamy cheeks.
She gripped his hard dick, flexing her fingers and releasing them, milking him. Again she took his balls in her hand and toyed with them, her eyes closed and mouth half opened as she gasped with the bubbling pleasure roaring through her nerves. This had never happened to her before, but Julie was determined it would not be the last time.
She could feel his cock pulsate in her hand, and she tried to draw it closer to her body, just in case he suddenly came. But the best she could do was brush the swollen head along her hip. She held his cock, but was afraid to jerk on it now. He was throbbing too much.
She felt his tongue work along the warm crack of her ass, and she lifted it slightly. The man's hands pulled at the cheeks, parting them. A low, strangled moan came from him as his tongue flew up and down the steaming crevice. He tongued all about the insides of her ass-cheeks, but never once did he lick the pucker of her asshole. Julie was twisting in passion now, and she arched her ass high. The tongue slipped across her tight asshole.
"Ooooo," she wailed. "There! Lick me right there!"
His tongue skidded about, lapping at her clenched asshole eagerly. He held her cheeks wide with his hands, his tongue tapping and licking about the pink pucker. His hand between her thighs pumped in and out of her twat, sending her lust soaring. Then the finger was pulled free of the clinging, hair-framed lips, and he brushed it up between the cheeks of her ass as he pulled his mouth away. Julie felt the pressure as he stuck his finger against her asshole. Crying out in delirious passion, she shot her ass against the finger, and it penetrated her asshole.
"Ahhhhh, oooooo," she whimpered, rolling her ass as the finger moved deeply into the tight hole. "Fuck me there," she crooned. "Fuck me in the ass with your finger! God… oh, God! That's… that's fantastic!"
Jake plunged his finger in and out of her upturned asshole a few more times, then withdrew it and rammed it up her twat again. Julie squealed, twisting her hips frantically as he fucked her cunt with his finger, his tongue once more ramming at her tightly clenched asshole.
It felt as though the man was trying to shove his tongue up her ass, and Julie wanted that badly. She squirmed and twisted, trying to help him get it in there. But it wouldn't go. She just couldn't relax enough in her passion to allow the penetration.
Again his finger pulled from her snatch and pressed at her asshole. The finger plunged in, and Julie cried out with ecstasy, twisting with wanton pleasure as he fucked in and out.
"I'm burning up!" she wailed. "I don't know where I want it! In my cunt… up my ass! Ohhhh, I want it both places… everywhere!"
The man spoke, very politely: "Julie, may I stick it up your asshole?"
"Oh, God… yes!" she yelped. "Do that! Stick it up my asshole! Fuck me in my asshole! God… please, fuck me up the ass!"
The man moved over her writhing body. Julie shot her ass up into the air, sobbing in her powerful need. The man kissed each cheek once more, then ran his tongue into her crotch, licking along the moist slit of her cunt and up between the cheeks of her ass, trying once more to insert his tongue into her asshole. Still he failed.
"Come on! Come on!" Julie shouted at him. "Stop fucking around now and fuck me! Goddamn you, you cocksucker, fuck me in my ass! Hurry… stick that big cock up my fucking asshole and screw me there!"
"Okay," the man grunted.
Julie felt his thick prick between the cheeks of her ass, and she squirmed back against it, drawing her knees under her body, waving her naked butt with lewd invitation.
She felt the enormous head pressing at her asshole, and for a moment she didn't know if this would work. He was big, huge, really, and her asshole was so tiny, and she had never been fucked up the ass before. Oh, she had enjoyed many fingers up her asshole, including her own, but never had she had a big cock rammed up there. Still, she was determined to take it in the ass if it split her wide open.
"Shove hard!" she sobbed, shoving her ass back against him. "Ram it in me! You can do it! Come on… up my ass!"
The man held her hips, watching the bulbous head of his cock press at the elastic flesh. Her asshole was smeared with his saliva, and it gave some lubrication. He gave a powerful lunge, and Julie yelled. The head popped into her asshole, and she felt as if she had truly been split apart. There was a searing pain, but it lasted only a moment.
Julie was afraid to move, afraid the pain would return. Fortunately for her, she thought, the man, too, remained still. She lay with her head on her arms, her back bowed, knees pulled up underneath, her silken ass waving high in the air, punctured by the man's hard, throbbing prick. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she wasn't at all sure she liked it.
Soft yelps came from her clenched teeth. "Oh… oh… oh!" The sounds were those of pain and surprise, like those of a small child caught doing something very naughty by a strict parent. But then, amazingly, the pain began to leave her slowly. There was a much different sensation as it flickered out. Julie opened her eyes, then wider yet, her mouth forming a small oval.
The pain had gone, but there was something else in its place, and Julie's face became radiant. It was exquisite, she felt. So unlike a cock up her twat, so unlike anything she had ever felt. It was beautiful, heavenly. Tentatively, very, very carefully, she moved her ass. She felt stuffed to her throat, and it was a good feeling. When she moved her ass, it was barely perceptible, but the sensation was fantastic.
She moved her ass again, and this time the most sensational pleasure of all shot through her, causing shivers to race about her flesh. "Ohhhhh!" she murmured in ecstatic surprise. "Ohhh, my! Mmmmmm… it's… oh, yes!"
The man was grinning behind her, his cock half swallowed by her tight asshole. Looking down at her sweet ass, he saw her move, gingerly. He watched her make a small, sweet little rotation of her ass on his prick, then saw her shove backwards, another inch of his thick cock slipping into that tight, hot ass.
"God!" he muttered. "You're tight. You're so fucking tight in that asshole!"
Julie had the insane urge to giggle, but stifled it by pressing her knuckles hard against her mouth. Of course, she said to herself. I should have a tight asshole, you bastard. Nothing has ever been poked in there but my finger. She wanted to tell the man that, but was afraid that if she spoke that delicious feeling would evaporate.
Again she moved her ass, shoving it back onto his cock. At first, she moved agonizingly slow, until there were only about two inches remaining. A gurgle bubbled from her mouth, and with a small sob of delight, she slammed her ass back hard, her ass-cheeks slapping at his stomach, his hairy balls brushing the puffy lips of her pussy. And once more she remained still, unmoving except for the excited tremors that rippled about her naked body.
Then she pulled away, feeling his cock slide from her slowly. She continued to pull, but just when she felt his prick about to leave her asshole, she gave a powerful shove backwards again, taking it all the way into her bowels. Yipping softly now, she began to run her asshole up and down his cock. The man watched with pleased surprise for a long time, then, gripping her hips, began to thrust in and out of the gripping tightness.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Julie whimpered, her hands above her head and digging into the warm sand, her face and hair pressed into the sand, and she didn't care. What mattered was the sweetness, the fullness, the fabulous sensations that spread through her body.
"Good?" the man asked softly but huskily. "You like this? You like it up the asshole, baby?"
"God… God… God!" she moaned. "Yes! Do me… do me! Ahhhhh, you're all the way up to my goddamn throat! Oooooo… it feels… feels… oh, shit! I don't know what it feels like, but I like it! I like it!"
The man laughed softly, his fingers clawing at her hips as he rammed back and forth, driving his cock fully into her forever stretched asshole.
Julie revolved her naked ass, meeting him plunge for plunge. It was so strange, having a cock in her ass, but it was delicious, too. Although it was her asshole getting all that cock, she could feel the painful swell of her clitoris below, the puffing of her cunt lips, the bubbling moisture that seeped forth to flow hotly down the insides of her thighs. The sheer perversity of being screwed in the ass made it great for her.
"My God!" she groaned. "I think… I think I'll… come! I think I'll come this way! Ohhhh, yes… I know I will! Unh… unh! Fuck my ass! Ooooo, shove that big cock in my ass. Oh, God… it feels like my asshole is on fire, but such a delicious fire! Oh, shit! Fuck me… fuck me! Ahhhhh… Ohhhhh!"
The man struggled to keep a rhythm with her gyrating ass. She was bobbing and swaying and wiggling so much, he had a hell of a time staying with her. Having his cock up a tight female ass was his specific manner of pleasure, and girls who would let him screw them this way were far and few between. Julie was one of the best, he felt. She was a girl who would not only take his enormous prick in her asshole, but plead for more. As he fucked her, he wished, vaguely, that there were some way to keep her, to meet her again and again. But he instinctively knew Julie wasn't the type of girl who would ever stay with one man, no matter how much pleasure he could give her. She was a girl who flitted from man to man, from pleasure to pleasure, like a golden butterfly seeking new flowers.
Soft, moist, slapping sounds drifted from their bodies, her ass banging softly into his swaying balls and stomach. It seemed to him that she tightened her asshole even more about his cock as he withdrew, relaxing it as he drove swiftly back in.
Julie was doing that, but it wasn't by any conscious effort on her part. Her mind and body were so attuned to sensual perversity, things like that were automatic for her. She could feel each ridge, each groove, each beat of the hot blood in his cock as it began to race frantically in and out of her ass. But he wasn't fast enough to leave her behind. Her cunt felt as though it would explode from the agonized pleasure of it, and her hands dug a deep hole above her head in the sand.
And then Julie climbed the peak and soared.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm burst. "Oh… unh… ahhhh! I'm coming! Oh, goddamn! Am I ever coming! Oh, oh, oh!"
Her orgasm caused the muscles of her asshole to clench his stabbing prick, tighter than ever before. The man gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head, and slammed powerfully into her asshole, then shot thick semen far into her bowels.
Julie, murmuring and whimpering with blind pleasure, sprawled into the sand, the man's body following her down. She was shaking violently, her eyes closed, a smile fluttering about her mouth. Her hands clamped sand, and she felt the man's cock drain up her ass.
"You bastard!"
The shout startled them.
The man yanked his cock from Julie's asshole and stood up quickly. Julie rolled over lazily, and looked upon the rock formation. A woman was standing there in a one-piece bathing suit. She was fat, with blubber bunching and falling everywhere.
Julie looked curiously at the woman. "You know her?" she asked the man, unconcerned about their nakedness.
"My God!" the man said, fear on his face. "It's my wife!"
"Your… wife?" Julie asked, looking at the fat woman again. Then she started to laugh. "No wonder you liked me!" she said. "That is undoubtedly the most gross female I have ever seen."
The woman heard the remarks. "You slut!" she screamed down at them. "You fucking bitch! That's my husband you're diddling!"
Julie smiled languidly. "And a mighty fine diddler he is, too."
The man was getting hurriedly into his trunks. Julie looked from the woman to the man. They certainly weren't a couple she would have matched up. He wasn't at all bad-looking, but that woman! My God!
"You get your fucking ass up here, you son of a bitch!" the woman screeched at her frightened husband. "I'm going to kick your balls right up to your cocksucking throat."
"Now, darling," the man whined. "Let's don't be rash. Please, baby… it couldn't be… I mean, she forced me."
Julie laughed harder and louder. What a big goddamn fraidy cat, she thought. He didn't look like a coward, but there were stranger things in this world.
"Sure she forced you," the woman sneered at her husband, her hands on flabby hips, legs somewhat parted. Julie could see black hairs growing all over the woman's thighs, and there was a suspicious shadow on her upper lip. "They all force you! You motherfucker, wait until I get your cocksucking ass home!"
Julie was almost doubled up with laughter.
"What are you laughing about, you little bitch?" the woman shouted at Julie. "Did his funny little pee-pee tickle you that much?"
"I don't believe it!" Julie gasped, still laughing. "I just don't believe it!"
"Cunt!" the woman spat. "Fucking cocksucking cunt!"
The man had somehow gotten his trunks back on, and he was walking warily up the rocks toward his wife.
Mischievously, Julie spread her legs wide, then the lips of her pussy. She called after the man: "Don't forget, darling… you're to call me tomorrow. I can hardly wait to have your cock up my asshole again!"
The woman sputtered, then stammered in anger, unable to find words to fling down. Finally, she screamed: "Floozy!"
Julie went into peals of laughter. "Floozy! Oh, that's delicious! I haven't heard that one in ages."
"Tramp!"
"Beautiful! Fantastic vocabulary. Anymore?" Julie laughed, still fondling her pussy unashamedly.
But the woman was livid with anger and couldn't find any more words. She grabbed her husband by his upper arm and flung him ahead of her, placing the toes of her right foot directly into his ass.