Julie

Chapters 11 and 12

 

Chapter Eleven

Julie didn’t have to pretend to be interested at the party. The costumes and the people fascinated her. The house filled with books and art. The sexual tension that she couldn’t help but feel.

Frank had set a few rules for her. No alcohol and no sex, and so far she was doing pretty well. Alcohol intrigued her but didn’t seriously interest her. She was perfectly happy with good old water. No sex was pretty easy also, since in her current garb she found it hard to imagine anyone finding her sexy much less wanting to do it with her.

Her costume was simple -- she was dressed as a boy. Her clothes were second hand store new, hot off the rack and comfortable if a bit warm. She wore baggy pants, but not too baggy, some shade of brown. Shoes of course, belt and white dress shirt. Her jacket covered the stain on one arm of the shirt. Her hair was slicked down and combed to the side. She continually felt like scratching her head.

The stain on the shirt had been there when Frank bought it. The shirt was white; the stain was ivory or light tan. A large spot and several smaller ones on the sleeve. Julie like to think they were yuck stains but honestly didn’t know if yuck stained or not. She’d not had to worry all week since she wore nothing. Yuck washed off her skin and didn’t leave a visible trace that she could see. She did feel always like she could smell it for hours afterwards.

Frank and Jerry had abandoned her early on and she sat on the couch, at one end, sharing it with a couple who looked like, at any moment, they might ask her to leave so they could put the couch to better use. She was amiable.

The furniture in the house was a hodge podge, most of it old, but not old enough to be antique. There was an air of irreverence in the furnishings, all the books, a Bible not prominently visible, and the party amplified that air. All the books -- old books, not new ones. It was easy to tell by the spines and the titles.

Books she’d most commonly seen elsewhere had been hardback with leatherette or coated photo covers. Mostly uninteresting titles. Not Lust for Life or From Here to Eternity which she sensed was not Biblical.

The music was eclectic too. Old stuff, orthodox no doubt, but if there was a question it was safest to assume the worst and abhor it. No one here questioned or abhorred the music and it was easy to see why. It was fun to listen too.

Across from her, by the window, a couple dressed in togas made from sheets talked, ignoring everyone around them. There was a cluster -- a princess, a pirate, a man in a suit (or maybe not a man), a guy with an ax calling himself Paul Bunyon, whoever that was. Another cluster was by the bookshelf, sitting cross-legged on the floor reading. A bare-breasted tease and several boys who didn’t look like they were in costume, but maybe they were.

So far she’d seen no hos, no naked girls, but maybe the hos were dressed in costume like her. She’d recognized Jim, the art teacher, and several students from her school, but that was all.

She was afraid to think too much about earlier which had been extremely weird. Good boys didn’t have such thoughts, and even the bad ones, the ones who were unmerciful in their use of her had probably never considered it.

Images: Jerry’s eyes never looking at her face but watching her hand and Frank’s, a look of disgust on his face. She relaxing into Frank, leaning against him as he did that; she couldn’t tell if Frank was watching her or Jerry. And her really enjoying the perversity of the whole thing, being finger fucked and stroking herself, unable to shut her eyes, not wanting to not see Jerry looking at her. Which was strange because she’d always wanted Jerry to look at her, but not like that.

She had no idea how long it went on or how she bore it. Frank seemed unaware of the discomfort he caused or the sharp painful pleasure she slipped into and out of between orgasms.

In the car finally, Jerry in the back, she and Frank in front. Wearing the t-shirt, her shoes, she was a parody of respectability. She and Frank hadn’t washed afterwards and she could smell herself.

She could smell herself now. The hand that held the glass of water when she took a drink.

There was laughter in the hall and a woman appeared leading a man on a leash. He wore underwear and had a sheepish grin. They passed through, stopping to talk for a moment, she talking, he not, with the princess cluster. The woman led the man away after a moment and Julie could see her guiding him up the stairs.

She hadn’t been upstairs yet, hadn’t been invited and suspected if she were upstairs, following her inclination, she’d be in trouble. What Frank would do to her and if she would let him do it to her was a good question. One she tried not to dwell on since it brought up quandaries on self-will and freedom and having more orgasms like she’d had in the motel room.

Julie knew she was hell-bent. This past week had shown it. The only remorse wasn’t for her lost virginity but that so far it hadn’t been as fun or exciting as she’d like. Her life was a hundred times more exciting than it had been a week ago, witness the party. She’d never gone to a party like this, in a house like this, and never could have dressed like this on her own.

If one added the other events of the last few hours then her life had attained a spectacle beyond her wildest imaginings. She’d never dreamed of someone sticking a penis there, or trying to, which caused her to gag which Nellie said was normal. Nellie said one day, sooner than later, she’d find herself naturally open there as elsewhere. And the boys could shoot their yuck straight into her (bypassing her mouth and tongue) which she secretly admitted missed half the fun. Tasting it, knowing what it was and where it’d come from. Given to her without love or affection, roughly.

As long as they didn’t call her tubby which the boys remembered from yesterday. This afternoon though the way they said it the word almost was an affectionate nickname. She was their tubby.

Julie got up and went over to the bookcase. She glanced back and the couple didn’t stretch out like she’d expected. “Hi,” she said to the tease and boys but they weren’t interested in talking. She studied book spines, couldn’t tell what she was looking at. Rebecca with a worn dust jacket, lay open in her hands and she smelled the old book smell which was stronger than the smell of her sex. A novel. Interesting. She’d never heard of it.

The next book she looked at was a paperback, also musty, Dhalgren. She read a page or two and when she finally realized what was going on she hastily put the book back on the shelf.

Julie turned slightly so she could look into the hallway and the stairs. She took her glass from the shelf, took a sip and watched. Everyone knew everyone, or pretty much everyone, here. She didn’t know anyone. Frank and Jerry but they’d disappeared so they didn’t count.

She was preparing to try the kitchen when someone hit her shoulder. “Crissi?”

“I almost didn’t know you. Frank said you were here. What did they do to your hair?”

“Gunk. Vaseline maybe. I’m not to touch it.”

“Who’d want to touch it” Crissi touched Julie’s head and held the finger to her nose. “It’s oil of some sort.”

Julie couldn’t help staring. Crissi had cut her hair, was dressed as a boy but somehow looked like one, not like her own impersonation. Crissi’s clothes were crisp rather than baggy, and the sharp lines hid her figure. “You cut your hair.”

“It’ll be a fashion statement when I appear in school next Monday. By Friday half the whores will have done the same, a few teases and a surprising number of good girls, bless them.”

“But they won’t know if you’re a boy or a girl.”

“Do you seriously think that?” Crissi smiled.

“I’m slow. But still. A good girl?”

“Why not?” Crissi tugged her cuff and drew her to the readers. “Clara, have you met Julie?”

Clara smiled at Julie. “No. You’re a friend of Crissi’s?”

“She’s Frank’s date. Where is Frank?”

“Frank and Jerry disappeared,” Julie said.

“That’s boys for you. Clara’s a tenth grader, so that’s why you two haven’t run into each other. You still meeting behind the cafeteria?” she said to Julie.

Julie nodded. Crissi said to Clara, “Then you and your buddies should go out there after school. Julie’s doing Will for Nellie. And anyone else who shows up.”

“Are you a tease?” Clara stood, one of the boys stood also.

“Ho,” Julie said. “Only for the past few days.”

Clara began to speak, Crissi interrupted. “There’s Frank.” Crissi pulled Julie along.

Frank was by the stairway talking to a girl.

“Frank,” Crissi shouted. “I’m taking your date upstairs with me.”

Frank looked at Julie. The girl was pretty, someone Julie had seen in high school from time to time. A personage. The girl smiled at her.

“What’s that stuff you put in Jules’ hair?” Crissi asked.

“Ask Jules. He’s the one who chose it.”

“Jules. You didn’t.” Crissi squeezed Julie’s hand. Crissi said to Frank. “Anyway, I’m taking him upstairs since you’re too busy.”

“No upstairs for Jules. We’re going soon.”

“It’ll only be a minute. Please?”

Julie watched them, saw Frank’s smile. “A minute only.” Frank took Julie’s chin and gave it a shake. “A minute and you’re allowed once and once only.”

Julie nodded.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

Frank laughed, turned to his companion.

Crissi led Julie up the stairs. “What was that about, once only?”

“Frank likes rules.”

Crissi knocked on a doorjamb. “Anybody home?” She pulled Julie inside. “So do I. My rule is no rules. Drop your britches, buster.”

Julie unfastened her pants and let them fall. No underwear and a surprise for Crissi. “Aren’t you going to shut the door?”

 

Chapter Twelve

Julie sat in the dark motel bathroom, on the toilet, hoping her ass would stop hurting. Frank and Jerry were sleeping, thank goodness, because while the past few hours had been extraordinarily fun, she didn’t think she could take much more.

Of course she could take more. What was she talking about? She’d just about died and gone to heaven which was sacrilege but she was going to hell so fuck it.

The evening past a certain point was a jumble, flashes of imagery, words spoken, and stuff. Lots of stuff. Crissi naked under her while she tried to do what Crissi had done for her. That was a jumble because it was so far back in time.

She wondered if being drunk felt like this.

Crissi on the bed, the lights from the hall on her pale skin. People passing from time to time or stopping to watch so the light on them blinked or was eclipsed. Voices. Crissi hardly said a word.

How does one just stop at one?

Frank appeared and took her leaving Crissi alone, for a moment, looking beautiful there in the shadows and light. Frank led her, holding her wrist, down the stairs, naked, and again, after wearing clothes for a couple of hours, she felt peculiarly undressed. People smiled at her who’d not noticed her earlier. Frank took her to his blue Ford where Jerry waited in the passenger seat. She rode in back.

No one said a word until just before they got to the motel. Frank started to talk about him driving her and Jerry, both in back, she wearing gloves, her naked skin touching the seat’s upholstery. She was being taken to a chateau. That’s all she needed to know.

Frank said later if she wanted to read the book that came from, she should ask the party’s hosts, Donald and Nancy Arthur. They had a copy of the book, missing its cover but otherwise intact. Extremely rare and extremely forbidden. She could read it there in a few hours. The novel wasn’t long.

Jerry wouldn’t speak to her until later. She was led into the motel room, made to lie on the bed on her stomach. She was told to shut her eyes which she did.

They didn’t talk; everything was pre-arranged. One of them climbed onto the bed. Frank told her to get onto her hands and knees. She did. She heard someone spit and felt something pointed press her ass. He slipped in slowly, and was still. Julie felt full and hot, her whole gut became warm as the cock entered her ass.

Someone else climbed onto the bed, she later thought it must have been Frank. There was a grunt and shove and a heavy weight pushing her. She reached under and used her fingers on her clit as she was rocked violently and roughly fucked.

There were words but they weren’t for her. Eventually she was shoved onto her face, ass still high in the air, and hands gripped her hips as she was ass fucked.

When they were done with her they left her on the bed, still playing with herself. Frank rolled her onto her back and kissed her hard. She’d kept her eyes shut throughout, but she knew it was Frank. Cruel fingers fucked her and she praised their kindness so loudly, a hand was held over her mouth.

“Get us something to drink,” Frank said.

She heard the room door open and close. She held his wrist with both hands to stop him because she couldn’t take any more.

Julie wasn’t sure what happened next. She might have fallen asleep. She woke up and opened her eyes and someone was over her. They kissed and his cock slid slowly into her cunt. She must have yowled since the hand was over her mouth again. She was told to open and a cloth was stuffed in her mouth. She bit it hard.

Julie felt Frank break rhythm and the extra weight on the bed. Frank thrust deeply and moaned as he was getting fucked as he fucked her.

Staying still, she relaxed, let them do what they wanted. This was different from in school or afterwards. Not rushed, no feeling that it was going to be over too soon.

Later, Frank held her head as Jerry fucked her mouth, slowly, thoroughly. She was on her knees, unable to move, except her hands. Frank told her they were going to take her downtown and put her in the park, tied to a bench, open for anyone. An empty beer bottle shoved halfway up her cunt. Would she like that? She tried as best she could to nod but he held her head firmly.

They were going to run their own biology experiment. She’d spend the morning in the back seat of his car, legs thrown over the front seat, as the saved yuck, she could hear him smile as he said that word, from every self-polluter in school, was carefully spooned into her cunt. He wondered how long it would be before she was pregnant.

He whispered in her ear, “If you become pregnant I might marry you. I might not. You’ll never know. But I might.” He laughed as Jerry fucked her mouth.

After he came, Jerry touched her face, left them alone for a while. Frank poured a Pepsi for her and told her to get on the bed.

She waited on the bed, Pepsi in her hand, yuck in her mouth since Frank hadn’t told her she could swallow. They showered together; she could hear them talking and Jerry laugh once.

They came out into the room, wet and touching each other. “You haven’t drunk your Pepsi,” Frank said. She opened her mouth and pointed. He laughed, took her Pepsi from her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, and don’t lose a drop.”

“Fuck me.” It sounded more like, “Fut he.”

“Not unless you say please.”

“Watch, Jerry.” Frank bent to her and kissed her. He sucked as he kissed and she wanted to crawl away. Tasting yuck wasn’t natural. Frank held her as they kissed. He made a slurping sound afterward and drank her Pepsi.

Julie became nervous because it was impossible to put into words, their touching each other. Frank sucking the yuck out of her mouth. Everything. They were a couple of faggots.

Frank poured another Pepsi and handed it to her. He watched her face, not saying anything, but she could tell he knew. “It’s okay,” he said.

She nodded, took the drink and tried not to look at them. After a bit Frank got up from where he and Jerry had been talking and came to her. He climbed onto the bed and had her suck him to get him hard. He put her cup on the table and when he was ready he entered her. He didn’t fuck, except for small motions. “Relax,” he said. He held her and rolled and she rolled onto him so he was under her.

“Wheee,” he said. “Shut your eyes.”

She felt Jerry climb onto the bed, over them. He spit and was in her, with an awkward shove. Both of them were in her and she couldn’t move. She was pinned between them.

Jerry grunted as he used his whole body to shove his cock in her, draw it out and shove again. Frank barely moved and she was afraid she was crushing him but she could feel his breath on his face.

When she yowled, someone put their hand over her mouth. She was taken by the tide, far and deep, away. It was too light. She came to, her eyes were open and Frank was over her, in her, deep, fucking. She didn’t know where Jerry was, didn’t care except she hoped he was happy.

“My little whore,” Frank said into her ear. “I’m going to parade you at the next party I take you to, naked. I’ll make you lie down in the center of a room and I’ll use a dildo on you. When I get tired, I'll have you use the dildo on yourself. The whole room full of people will watch you and afterwards each will fuck you somehow, mouth, ass or cunt, man or woman. You’ll thank them and then I’ll take you to another room and do the same to you. Each room of the house. Everyone will know you for what you are. You won’t be able to hide behind your nakedness. And when I’m done with you I’ll leave you and someone will take you to another party and it’ll start all over again. Maybe he’ll want them to touch you as you fuck yourself. He’ll let them touch his dirty little whore.”

He went on and on with his story as he fucked. The cloth was back in her mouth; Jerry was watching the TV, a gospel music show. Frank finished and fell asleep on her.

When she woke the light was out and she was alone in bed. She could hear someone snoring in the other bed. She was wide awake.

Eventually she got up and went into the bathroom. Julie had no idea how long she’d been sitting, trying to ease the ache out of her ass. There was a knock on the door.

“It’s okay,” she said.

“I need to use the toilet,” Jerry said.

“Come in, I’m just thinking.”

The light flicked on and she was blinded for a moment. She stood, felt him brush past her. She watched from the door. It didn’t look so big now. It had felt huge inside her. Jerry lowered the seat, touched the chrome lever, decided not. He blushed when he turned to her.

“You don’t like girls, do you?”

He shook his head. “You’re okay. It’s just . . .”

“My ass hurts and I see you and my first thought is, I want to be used. You and Frank both. You alone, any time you want. You both. Why’d you leave me?”

Jerry leaned against the wall. “Frank joined me, you were sleeping.”

“It would have been nice to have woken not all alone like that.”

“Sorry.”

“You can do anything you want to me, but after last night, don’t leave me alone, okay?”

He looked at her, gave a nod. He walked past her, turned out the light. She followed the best she could, blind in the dark. She bumped into a bed, felt hands take her.

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Chapters 1 and 2 | Chapters 3 and 4 | Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 7 and 8 | Chapters 9 and 10 | Chapters 11 and 12
Chapters 13 and 14 | Chapters 15 and 16 | Chapters 17 and 18
Chapters 19 and 20 | Chapters 21 and 22 | Chapters 23 and 24
Chapters 25 and 26