Shit! She had to go and put on those Levi's! Corby's hand fumbled about searching for the secret of getting them off, and found that the top snap was already open. His hand slipped easily beneath the waistband of her Levi's and the zipper cooperated with the pressure of his hand, opening up her belly to his caressing touch. Just below, the smaller elastic of her nylon panties began, and his fingers raced to explore beneath it. Her skin was smooth as satin as his hot nervous hand shoved beneath her twisting hips, but he swiftly cupped one forbidden buttock, kneading it, pinching it, enjoying its secrecy to the fullest degree.
"Nice little ass you got, honey!"
As Corby's mouth left Julie's, she let out a piercing scream.
"Please… please let me go! Let me go! I'll tell Roy!" She tried to bite Corby's lips, but he drew his head back quickly and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Hey, you're acting like you weren't asking for this… coming to the door half naked. Come off it, sweetheart. You're horny and you know it, so why not quit fighting and take it with a grin!"
His hard cock throbbed against the wide split between Julie's legs, and he considered just ripping her Levi's and plugging it into her pussy without any foreplay. Her struggling and yelling had only served to excite him more, and now it was important to him to get this conquest over with.
Julie heard his words with a sinking sense of doom. He actually thought that she wanted this! How could she have gotten herself into this mess?
Corby removed his hand from her mouth to see if she would stop screaming and start kissing, but Julie could only implore of her boy friend's model. "Listen, I know it was my mistake coming to the door dressed like that, but I didn't realize. And I've never gone out with any other man except for Roy while we've been living together."
Corby was half listening… his hands preoccupied him… sliding beneath Julie's sweater, invading the filled cups of her well filled bra, holding the warm trembling orbs, jiggling them in his hands as though he were weighing them. Then he twisted at the nipples with a sudden piercing motion.
"Ooooh, please," Julie cried out in pain, and it sounded so genuine to Corby that it made him stop and take another look at her. Her recent words floated through his mind like a taped replay.
God, she's not kidding. Well, I'll be damned if I'm gonna rape her. I've never had to beg for it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start now. He released his hold on her breasts and, panting, he sat up, adjusting his cape that had swiveled around backwards in the foray. His cock felt like a shaft of rock granite stuffed inside his pants.
"Baby," he spat the word out into her face. "You're one hell of a cock tease. I don't blame Roy one fucking bit!"
"No, no!" Julie cried pulling her slacks up and scrambled for the bedroom. "No! It's not true, and I do love Roy!" She ran from the bedroom, certain that he would follow. She tripped over the long legs of her Levi's twice as tears blurred her vision. Julie slammed the door behind and locked it. Her breath came heavily, uneven sobs racked her body as she stood listening at the door for Corby's footsteps.
She had always told Roy they should have an extension phone in the bedroom. If she had one, she would call the police now and have this stranger arrested. But what would she say to the police? That she'd been raped? That wasn't exactly true and, knowing the hell the police usually put rape victims through, she couldn't have stood the strain anyway. The whole thing was her fault.
Julie could feel her knees shaking so badly that she had to let herself down to the floor near the bed. Silently, she rested her head to the rumpled bed coverlet and listened for the footsteps that never came.
After a short time, the slam of the apartment door reached her buzzing ears, and then there was the sound of heavy-soled shoes on the cement outside of the apartment building. She ran to the window to see the black leather cloak billowing in the wind, the dapper Puerto Rican whistling to himself casually as he hailed a cab.
Julie slowly walked over to the bed. She stood dazed and trembling beside it for a moment, and then she began to remove the sweater and slacks that had seemed so protecting such a short time ago. They felt soiled and ugly now, cheap and dirty, just as she felt. She threw them in the corner, knowing she would never wear them again.
Julie stepped out of her panties and undid her bra, letting both fall to the carpeted floor. Then she climbed naked into the bed that was still rumpled and unmade from the morning.
The cool sheets pulled up over her naked body felt soothing and somehow kind to her overheated body. She knew that she was feverish, the heat from her face in the soft feather pillow trying to blot out the memory of all that had just happened, but it kept happening over and over again in her mind. Every clear and lurid detail. Each insult louder than before. The whole thing was impossible… impossibly insane! And yet so many things were changing. Things she never thought would happen to her were happening all around her now: the conversation with Ertha, the way she'd tried to seduce Roy, and now this! She felt vulnerable and open to forces she had never wanted any part of. But now those same forces were guiding her.
Julie's entire body trembled between the sheets and a kind of prickly sensation played back and forth along her voluptuous curves. The thought of what might have happened caused her to jerk spasmodically. That monster, with the enormous penis… was going to… actually…
Her hand went down between her thighs to the quivering slit of her cunt as though to protect herself from the now imaginary invasion. But when she touched herself she was surprised to find that she was soaking wet and that her fingers caused a wild tingling sensation that pierced her belly with a stab of acute pleasure.
"Aaaahhhh…" she sighed softly, and somewhere in her head, a voice said, "take your hand away, you naughty girl! What are you doing? That isn't nice!" It was her mother's voice. Her mother's voice talking to her when she was a little girl. "Such a dirty thing to do!"
As the voice continued, her fingers moved lightly over the sensitive slippery folds, creating tiny tracing lines of lust wherever they went. It was rising and rising… overtaking her lovely sensual nakedness with its demand for fulfillment. It swirled in her belly and up along the spongy tissue of her breasts to the stiff hard nipples. Her other hand reached to twist the aching nipples.
"Aaaahhhh…" she sighed again. They had been waiting for that. All of them seemed to have been waiting for these touches. Her hands moved blindly now, quickening their licentious probings as Julie began to twist her body and to rise and lift herself on the bed, raising her hips to the lust-maddened attack of her own hands.
"Oh God!" she murmured. "Oh God, no!"
Her lithe young shape turned, tortured by the teasing of her fingers. Passion became an all consuming flame and she was its willing fuel.
"Ah… aaahhhh… aaahhhhh…!" she cried out as her finger slipped into the pink wet opening of her pussy.
She wanted this, she knew… wanted this badly… wanted these fingers to be a huge penis, rigid, shoving hard into the trembling opening, pushing against the wetly sucking walls of her cunt, throbbing deep up inside her. Hard! Hard!
Julie's fingers rammed into the burning cavern between her open thighs, her entire body bent into an obscene shape by her mounting desire. She sighed and cried out, groaning her pleasure. It was ecstasy, this big make-believe cock rising so high inside her, while her body and twitching hips rose to the ever increasing rhythm.
"Oh… oh… yes, yes… yes!" And it was Corby's lust-hardened cock fucking into her mercilessly, his massive prick teasing, hurting, smashing. She had to get him into her deeper… deeper.