Blake Simmons - The girlfriend_s lesson

Roy smoked a second cigarette in half an hour and squished out the smoldering ash with the heel of his boot. He'd been standing outside of Ertha's apartment building and, when he saw a man come out an hour after entering, he stopped to inquire, thinking perhaps the man might know Julie. Then, too, there was a silly smirk on the man's face that roused the suspicion in Roy's mind.

He knew Ertha was of the sultry sort, having met her only once, and Corby Lewis had made some rather insinuating comments about the way Ertha made her living. That, combined with the knowledge that Julie was the impressionable sort, easily swayed by others attitudes and opinions, set him on edge.

"Yeah, she's in there," the man said. "Hot little number, too. Shit, man!" he said, rubbing his balls. "She's fuck you crazy."

When Roy saw his Julie answer the door, clothed in a filmy rose-colored peignoir, he could not believe that he was seeing right. He took two steps into the room, blood rising under his collar with each step he took.

"Julie…" he said… and then louder, still disbelieving, "Julie!"

Julie heard the voice before she really looked at him. The voice was the same one that had called her by endearments for the past two years. It was Roy, her boy friend!

Julie's head snapped back to attention and she moved faster than she had for days. She jogged toward the bathroom. She had to get away! God, the look in his eye to see her dressed in a peignoir at five in the afternoon, with her hair a mess and the tell-tale scent of male love juices smeared between her legs and about her mouth. He couldn't see her like this! The adrenaline shot through her system arousing the depths of shame hiding in the recesses of her mind, allowing the full horror of what was happening, of what had been happening even, to flood her brain with unwanted knowledge. Though his heart was breaking, as though someone had shot him, and he clutched at his chest and then at his stomach, fearing he would throw up then and there.

Roy caught hold of Julie's gown before she could reach the bathroom door, pulling her back toward him. His hand ground down onto her wrists forcing her to her knees in front of him. Julie screamed hysterically, crying out… "Nononono! It isn't true, it isn't true…"

But her words had no meaning to her boy friend as he began to slap her about the head. "So this is what you've been doing… this is your roommate… This is your house… this is where you turn your tricks! Where you massage and fuck your johns!"

With each "this" his hand had come down hard against Julie's cheeks, battering her head to and fro like a volley ball.

"What the hell is goin' on?" yelled Ertha from the bedroom, wondering what all the fracass was about. She stood in the doorway of her room, handkerchief to her nose, and yelled, "Oh, God, it's Roy. I gotta get outta here!"

"Hell you will, slut. You get back in here," Roy yelled. "This is probably your doing anyway. And believe me, you'll pay for it… you'll both pay for it!"

He brought Julie to her feet, pulling her up by the wrists. She was still sobbing as he threw her over to the wall and pointed towards Ertha's bedroom.

"You! Take off your clothes!" he yelled at Ertha.

Ertha hesitated, fear eating her.

"Make it snappy! You think I ain't seen a naked whore before! And you, too, Julie!" The words rang sarcastically throughout the room.

He could hardly contain himself. He wanted to kill her. He loved her but he wanted to kill her! A whore! What on earth could he do? He couldn't kill her, she was his only love and yet, she had to pay for it.

He watched as the two women began to slowly disrobe, his Julie on the bed, sobbing as she removed the sheer peignoir, Ertha taking off her dress. As he watched them he ground his teeth together in anger and frustration.

"You two bitches… Yes, that's fight… Let's see what your customers have been getting!"

Julie crouched nude on the bed, her breasts large and creamy white, trembling as her shoulders shook uncontrollably. She had her legs tucked under her, trying to cover as much of her nakedness as possible. Ertha by the door, stood in all of her glory, the black swatch of her pubis jutting forward like a badge of courage. Her figure was almost as perfect as Julie's and she stood now defiantly, as though her nudity might be a weapon against Roy. Her mind was racing. What was he going to do? She cursed the day she had gotten Julie involved in her business. This was all she needed… Her best bet was to cooperate.

Roy took his hot gaze off of Julie's fearfully quaking form and coolly appraised Ertha. His fury was growing with every second that passed and his mind searched wildly for an answer.

"You… get over there on the bed! You're going to give a little performance with my lady! You're whores, aren't you? Let's see how good you are!"

"No… NO!" Julie whimpered on the bed. "Roy, let me go… I promise…"

"Shut up! I don't care what you promise… don't you dig it! Your name is whore! Not Julie, whore!"

Julie shivered, lowering her head to her folded arms. Ertha sat down on the bed next to her, wondering just what Roy had in mind.

Julie's body was covered with nervous perspiration, and her forehead felt hot. Her breasts heaved against her arms and her hands were tightly clenched.

Ertha had been trying to remain passive, but it was impossible. She had been in some bizarre situations before, but this was the worst yet.

"All right, you… yes, you!" he said gruffly, looking at Ertha. "Get to work on her!"

"But…?"

"You heard me. Do it to her! I want to see how she likes it!"

"But I…" Ertha hesitated. Julie looked up and stared at Ertha in horror.

"But nothing… NOW!"

Julie's hand trembled and her lips quivered as she mumbled and edged away from Ertha… "NO… no," she said, understanding exactly what Roy had in mind.

"Yeah, Julie… she's gonna do it to you… and I'm gonna watch!" he said sadistically, a part of himself hating himself for doing this to the woman he loved.

The words sent a white shock of terror through Julie… her head went dizzy and she knew it was all over for her now… She had reached the bottom of the barrel. First, Don betrayed her, then Joshua, and now Roy.

"I can't… just can't…" she cried fiercely, but even as the words came out, Ertha's hands were on her breasts and she knew that she would have to go through with it.

Julie gave a start as she felt Ertha's fingernails tracing lines along her breasts moving over the white skin.

Roy sank into a chair and sat back to watch, a twisted grin marring his handsome features. This would be good. He'd get back at her anyway he could for doing this to him… for doing this to both of them.

"Unfold those arms. Lie back… Let her get at you!" he commanded.

Julie obediently lay back on the bed, and Ertha shifted her position so that he could get at her better.

"You got nice, tits, Julie," Roy cried out. The words seemed to burn holes into Julie's nipples which were fully exposed now and hard from nervous excitement.

Ertha began to tweak her nipples and Julie whimpered in pain.

Roy surveyed the sensual outline of Julie's figure. She was beautiful, he thought. Almost too beautiful.

Tears of shame ran down Julie's cheeks as she endured the manipulations of her nipples by Ertha's agile fingers.

"More than that!" Roy yelled out.

And Ertha whispered through her teeth at Julie. "Open your legs!"

Julie obediently opened her legs for a few inches and then a few more inches.

Roy could see directly into her soft, fleecy pussy and he felt a surge of unwanted emotion rush through his cock. His face flushed and he coughed to clear his throat.

Ertha let one hand wander down to Julie's well-rounded belly and then her fingers moved across the gaping raw pussy flesh that was so vulnerable, nestled between the young girl's warm quivering thighs.