Julie
Chapters 15 and 16
Chapter Fifteen
Julie swallowed the last spurt of yuck and let the penis slide from her mouth. The boy backed away and she saw Frank and Jerry in Frank’s car waiting for her.
She turned and saw Nellie and Will talking with his friends. The number of his friends had increased since last Friday. This was just practice, it was okay, but Julie didn’t want this to become a regular daily event. Will was getting two a day from her plus a fuck, the seven friends were just blowjobs, no matter how much or how little they complained. She couldn’t tell that it mattered to them one way or another. They got theirs and wandered off. At least they were quick and not huge. Ralph was about her limit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Julie said. Only Nellie noticed and gave a wave. She put her geometry and English books back in her book bag and fastened the closure. Knee savers were all the books were good for anymore since her teachers found her presence in class an affront and were determined to make her an example.
Julie lifted the book bag and carried it to the car. Jerry reached around and opened the back door for her.
“Thanks,” she said. “I think I’m getting better. What do you think?” Once her door was closed Frank started the car and left the school parking lot.
“There were a few aesthetic moments back there,” Frank said.
“More than a few, I’d say.”
“Making a face while you swallow their stuff sort of destroys the atmosphere.”
“Can you imagine what those dorks would be like if they knew I like the taste of yuck? Always pestering me to allow them to fill me up. Besides--“
“You do like the taste?”
“Sort of. I’m awfully hungry this time of day and could eat just about anything. But don’t get any ideas.”
“Are you getting ideas?” Frank asked Jerry.
“Not really.”
“Jerry thinks it’s a waste, all that attention to a mere girl.”
“I found out today I’m not a girl or woman either. Just a thing, a walking set of orifices.”
“Jerry, is Julie a girl?”
Jerry grunted.
“That’s a yes. Do you have any idea what it’s like for him to have you between him and Ralph’s thrusting prick?”
“He can switch with me any time.”
“Jerry isn’t stupid, dear heart.”
“I meant it, Jerry,” Julie said. “I’ll do anything you want. Please be kind. I’m feeling kind of frail after the weekend. We need to go to the grocery store.”
“Still hungry after slurping down all those yummies?” Frank asked.
“I wouldn’t mind dinner soon.” Julie relaxed on the seat. “Besides, there’s not that much, you know, in a yummy. I need crisco for my sore ass.”
“Wimp.”
“If you want to use my ass you two will have to lube up.”
“If we must.” Frank pulled into the crowded McDonald’s parking lot. “We need to clean you up and then we’ll eat. Your shirt is somewhere back there.”
Julie hunted and found it balled up on the floor of the car, halfway under the seat in front of her. “You know, my parents didn’t say a word after you dropped me off last night.”
“My mom gave them a call and assured them you were in good hands.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Why would I kid about that?”
“I’m decent.”
“Even covered, you are a very indecent girl, Julie.”
“Thanks. I think.”
Julie followed them into the restaurant. Jerry carried a small box.
“This way,” Frank said, redirecting her. They took her into the men’s room. “Take off the shirt.”
“Okay. But crisco first. Remember?”
“Wash yourself, whore.” Frank grinned at her and Jerry leaned against a metal stall wall, holding the box and her shirt.
Julie turned to the mirror and said, “Yuck!”
“If you swallowed more you wouldn’t be so hungry, dear girl.”
Julie splashed water on her face and rubbed the slippery goo until it was washed away. Bending over the sink, she splashed water on her chest and rubbed.
“When you’re done, sit on the sink.”
Julie looked up at Frank’s reflection in the mirror. She continued washing herself.
“I hate to see wasted opportunities,” Frank said.
“Be my guest,” Jerry said.
Julie wiggled her butt as she splashed water on her chest. “I need to get a bib.”
“You need to swallow every precious drop.”
“It’s not my fault. They have lousy aim.”
“On the sink.”
“Yes, boss.” She sat on the sink facing them.
“Spread your legs. You must always keep them apart when you’re with us.” Frank took the box from Jerry.
Open, Julie could see a razor and a tube of shaving cream lying in it. “Again?”
“What did Jerry tell you earlier today?”
“Okay. I think you two are the only ones who notice.”
“You’re doing it for us, no one else. Not your boys, not for yourself. Us. Remember that.”
“Yes, boss.”
Frank splashed water onto her crotch and lathered it with shaving cream. He asked Jerry, “Do you want to do the honors?”
“You have to be kidding.”
“Thanks, Jerry,” Julie said. “That makes me feel special.”
“Hold still.” Frank began to shave. “You should feel highly honored. You’re the only girl who has, or ever will, felt his magic cock.”
“It is magic, Jerry. Thanks for throwing your principles aside.”
A man came into the restroom. “We’ll be done in a minute,” Frank said, not looking up. “Unfortunately, she will not be available for use until after our dinner.”
Julie looked into the man’s eyes. “Sorry,” she said.
“Hold still.”
The man leaned next to Jerry against the stall. “Could I stick my finger in when he’s done?”
“Be my guest,” Jerry said.
Julie saw Frank grin as he carefully shaved her mound. “Golly, Frank,” she said. “Can’t we let this nice man stick in more than just a finger?”
“What do you think, Jerry?” Frank was almost finished.
“He can do anything he wants to her for all I care.”
Julie looked up and saw Jerry grin at her. “I’ll do whatever you want, Jerry. Just tell me.”
Jerry told the man, “Why don’t you fuck her so we won’t have to listen to her complaining during our meal. Jerry this, Frank that. Never happy. Never.”
“I’m not that bad.”
“Hold still,” Frank said. “Done.” He splashed water on her crotch and rinsed off the lather. He felt her bare skin. “Smooth, like it should be.” He turned to the man. “How do you want her?”
The man looked to Frank and then Jerry. “Bent over the sink?”
“The sink it is. Down, princess. Don’t disappoint the nice man.” Frank positioned her, covered her mouth with his hand. “She gets noisy sometimes. Go right ahead.”
Julie could see in the mirror the man approach. There was the sound of a zipper and a door opening.
“You can do her next,” Jerry said.
The fucking was slow and sloppy. She wanted to touch herself, eyed Frank whom she could barely see to her side. Frank touched her, rubbed her clit.
“Watch it, bud,” the man fucking her said. “No funny stuff down there.”
“Just her. She likes to be stimulated. Don’t you, whore?”
Julie danced, then stiffened as the man fucked her moaning into Frank’s hand over her mouth. She was still dancing after the second man was done with her. Frank pulled her to him and kissed her as the second man left the bathroom.
“You need to put your shirt on.”
“Did I bite you?”
“Just a nibble. I hardly use that finger anyway.”
“Sorry.”
Jerry handed her a wad of tissues.
“What’s that . . . Oh.” Julie wiped herself, tossed the tissues into the trashcan.
Julie entered the restaurant proper between Frank who led and Jerry who followed. Frank ordered for him and her, Jerry ordered for himself. When their meals were ready they carried their trays into the dining area.
Julie saw Alexander with a blonde girl. They were getting ready to leave. Alexander was standing, saw her, and said loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear, “They shouldn’t let whores dine in places like this.” He looked down and smiled at his companion. “Ready?” The girl stood.
When the girl turned, Julie saw it was Amy. Amy acted like she didn’t see her.
Alexander took Amy’s arm and led her past their booth. He stopped and turned. “You’ll suck my cock, whore, tomorrow whether you like it or not. And you.” He turned to Jerry. “Faggot, I’ll get you yet.”
“Bye, Amy,” Julie said to their backs as they left.
“We have our work cut out for us, don’t we?” Frank said. Jerry’s face was pale. “You’re going to have to fuck Julie’s cunt, in public, whether you like it or not, dear boy. But seem to love it.” Frank looked to Julie. “It’s not your fault. You know the girl?”
“Amy Johnson. She was my best friend.”
“Within two weeks there’ll be an assembly and a new closet whore will be unveiled before the whole school. How’ll she take it?”
“Amy’s a good girl.”
“Alexander must really like you. What’d you do?”
“Say no.”
Frank shook his finger at her. “Dear, never say no to boys like our Alex. Say yes but do everything to make it the worst possible time for them. Apologize profusely and give the prick’s dick an awful twist.”
“I wish it were that easy.” Julie imagined geometry class tomorrow.
Chapter Sixteen
Julie watched Mrs. Lambert at the front of the class and realized there was a reason the geometry teacher was called Froglegs. She had a round body supported by two slender spindles.
Until last week Julie had been the teacher’s pet in this and most of her other classes. Not girls’ gym of course. Her status had completely reversed when she became a ho. The principal knew her by name, she talked to the coach but the other teachers hated her guts. She used to think status in the classroom was related to intelligence; now she realized it was related to conformity to a certain social standard.
She squirmed in her seat. The crisco had helped, marginally.
A hand tapped her shoulder and she took the note. “Hey cumbucket -- why’d anyone want to screw a whore like you? Guess who :).”
Julie raised her hand and waved it frantically overhead.
Mrs. Lambert stared at her. “All right, Miss Lester. The semaphores means what this time?”
“I need a hall pass, Mrs. Lambert, and Alexander Fox needs one too.” She twisted in her seat and stuck out her tongue at Alexander.
“No, Miss Lester. And I’d thank you to keep your disruptions of this class to a bare minimum.”
Julie gathered her papers together, stuffed them in her book bag and stood. “I’m cutting class today.”
Mrs. Lambert was so red-faced angry she was speechless.
Julie turned to Alexander. “Come on. Gather your things. We need to talk.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Miss Lester,” Mrs. Lambert shouted.
Julie smiled to Alexander and waved the note at him. “Cumbucket says you can’t get it up. Stay here and everyone will know. Maybe you’re a faggot. Hunh?”
Alexander lunged out of his seat at her. “I’m not a faggot.”
“Miss Lester,” Mrs. Lambert shouted.
Julie said, “I’m going. Coming Alexander? Better get your books.” She turned and left the classroom.
In the hall, she leaned against the wall and watched the crowd around the door to biology. There wasn’t a sound which was a bit unnerving considering the other times she’d been here in the hall.
Alexander slammed the door behind him. “Because of you I got an F.”
“Because of me you’ll be able to fuck the tightest pussy you’ve ever been in. Because of me, and what I’m going to offer you, you’ll begin to think you really are a hot shit instead of a blowhard poser. Follow me.” She turned to her right, away from biology, passing Alexander.
“What the fuck?” he said, following her. “What’s the reason for saying I’m a faggot?” He slapped her arm, “Answer me.”
Julie dropped her book bag to the floor. “Okay, Mr. Stiff Dick. You and I are going to cut school. I need to be back for boys’ gym at third period. Where’s your car so we can go somewhere and talk?”
“Suck my dick.”
“Gladly. Where’s your car?”
“Julie, Alexander,” Mr. Strong said. “Is everything all right?”
“We’re taking a break from school to get some stuff straightened out,” Julie said. “Mrs. Lambert should find her class heavenly tomorrow.”
“Alexander?”
“What she needs is a--“
“Julie?”
“I think if he’ll stop a minute and listen, he’ll find I’m ready to give him everything,” said with a sweet smile, “he wants.”
“Alexander?”
“She called me a faggot.”
“Julie?”
“Nowhere, publicly or privately, have I called him a faggot. I said people might think he was a faggot for not coming with me.”
“Alexander?”
“What the bitch needs is a--“
“Julie?”
“What my cunt needs is your hot, pulsing penis thrusting madly. You have a problem with that?”
“Alexander?”
“She’s lying.”
“There’s one way,” Mr. Strong said, “to find out, isn’t there? I think I agree with Julie that your discussion needs to be held in a more private place rather than here in the center of the hall. Both of you come back in one piece, let the secretary know how things went; maybe you two can manage to take a class together without sidetracking everybody’s attention.”
Alexander’s dark eyes glared at Julie.
“And I’ll see you this afternoon about the other matter.” Mr. Strong turned to Julie. “How are you doing with your new schedule?”
“It went well yesterday. I’ll be missing Bible study but we’ll be back in time for me to get to gym.”
The principal smiled at them. “Have a fruitful discussion.” He left.
“You mean it?” Alexander said.
“All along I’ve meant it. You wanted me to suck your penis like a pro last Tuesday and I’d never done it before. Never. Come on and we can talk. I meant it about my cunt too.” She picked up her bag and followed him.
In the parking lot he led her to a new BMW. “Nice car,” she said.
“Wait a minute. I don’t want you soiling the seats. They’re leather.”
She waited while he opened the trunk and got a towel for her. “My whore mat,” he said.
“You wash it now and again, don’t you?”
“It’s clean enough.”
Julie sat on the towel and waited for him to get in the driver’s side. “Why don’t we go somewhere?”
Alexander gave her a dark look and started the car.
Julie said as he drove, “All along I’ve done what I could to please you. I’ve been working on my blowjobs after school. Done everything so when we were together I could please you. I still have a ways to go. I admit that. But I am trying, Alexander. Where are we going?”
“To a place I know.”
“I don’t mind fucking your friends, will do everything you want except you have to realize I’m going with someone and he’s first. You saw him last night. It shouldn’t be a problem since you’re going with Amy.”
“You talk too much. You know that?”
“Show me you listen.”
He parked the car, took the keys out of the ignition and held them. “You’re the one who needs to listen.”
“Alexander, I like you. I want to please you. You have a good girl for a girlfriend. You want someone to fuck, I’m ready and willing, and I’ll always strive to do the best, even better than last time.”
“You haven’t shown it.”
“You haven’t given me a chance. Treat me like an honest whore rather than a piece of dirt. Appreciate what I have to offer.”
Alexander looked her slowly up and down. “You’re fat, you stink and you talk too much.”
“Are we going to fuck or not? In my cunt? So I can show you why boys fuck with their eyes closed.”
“Get out.” Alexander left the car. “Follow me.”
Julie followed him into the thicket, on a trash littered dirt path. After a short walk they came to an abandoned old house. Alexander used his keys to open the door and followed her in.
The walls were spray painted with obscene graffiti and the floor was covered with trash. Some of the trash was old -- papers, leaves, clumps of moldy stuff. Other trash was newer -- beer bottles and cans and wrappers from McDonald’s. A number of torn pairs of girl’s underwear were nailed to the wall.
Julie followed him upstairs, to a bare bedroom with a mattress in the center of the floor. “Nice,” she said.
“You know where you’re supposed to be.”
Julie smiled at him. Then she lay on her back. The mattress felt damp and dirty.
Alexander didn’t bother taking his clothes off. He lowered his pants, climbed over her and rubbed his penis against her crotch.
“God, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” Julie said.
He slapped her face, raised his hand to give another blow and saw her smile. He grinned down at her and plunged into her cunt.
Julie tried to make him last but he came quickly. He pulled away, got to his knees and slowly stood. His pants slid to his ankles as he leaned against the wall. Julie touched the yuck and tasted it. “Yummm,” she said. “But I want you to do that again.”
Alexander pulled his pants up and fastened them. “You wish.”
“I wouldn’t mind going to one of your parties if it’s okay with the guy I’m going with.”
“I bet.”
“For one guy the rule is two blowjobs and a fuck. For you, it’ll be two fucks and blowjob. Plus you can kiss me if you want.”
“What is it with you?”
“Get me a beer bottle from downstairs and I’ll show you something.” She touched her clit, ran her fingers down and up her slit. “Then maybe you’ll fuck me again.”
Alexander watched for a moment, turned and left the room. She could hear him on the stairs, going and returning. He threw the bottle onto the mattress between her legs.
Julie shook the empty bottle, making sure there were no roaches in it, and then used the bottle, fucking herself as she stroked her clit. Her eyes were closed and she imagined Frank fucking her, preparing to roll them over so Jerry could have her ass. Fucking her together, their cocks stroked each other with just a thin membrane of her flesh separating them.
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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
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