Julie wasn't certain what her next move should be. She had still not gone back to work and was even more afraid to do so after the relentless fucking she had taken from Roger and Gene the day before. Somehow she needed to be assured that she would neither be harassed by Jackson at work and that Jackson would not extort sex from her again. She knew that this would be very nearly impossible because she had already spread her lovely legs twice for Jackson. Having sampled the tight moistness of her young pussy, Julie doubted that Jackson would willingly not use her lush body again.
Her phone call to Hall had reassured her that he was not behind Jackson's actions, but didn't clear up much else. It was clear to the young woman that Hall was very agitated to hear that Jackson had invoked his name in threatening Julie. She got the definite impression that Hall would be taking care of Jackson himself, although he did not let on as to how he would do that. In fact, Julie realized after their conversation that Hall had not really said anything that would lead her to believe he would retaliate. Instead, her impression was derived more from the tone of his voice.
But, there was no missing the message in the tone of his voice.
Still, Julie felt that he wasn't so agitated that she had been used for sex by Jackson as that he considered that Julie was one of Hall's toys. When she hung up the phone with him, she was more confused about herself than ever. Having always been very self-reliant, Julie was nervous but confident that she could regain control over her life. She merely needed time to think about how to do so. Julie was completely unaware that her phone call to Hall, right after Jackson and Roger had fucked her in her house, had already started the ball in motion and would have immediate and punishing consequences on that very day for Pamela Jackson.
Nothing in Julie's knowledge of the universe would have indicated to her that because of her phone call, within hours, Hall would have photos of Jackson from the Manhattan madam, and that Pamela Jackson would be spreading her shapely thighs and having her pussy filled with Hall's hot spunk. Had Julie known of the consequences of her phone call to Hall, she might have even felt a pang of guilt for her role in the shame and humiliation that Pamela would feel for letting Hall use her and empty his big balls into her tight, womanly cunt. ***** The next morning, the young blonde had just stepped out of the shower and finished patting her soft, tanned skin dry when her phone rang. It was still only a few minutes after eight. Though she had put lotion on over her tanned body and fluffed her hair with the towel, her thick, blonde hair still was very moist. She was puttering around the bath just trying to relax.
"Hello?" Julie said.
There was a man's voice at the other end. "Julie?"
"Yes," she acknowledged.
"This is Roger."
"Y. . . yes?" The blonde's heart dropped to her stomach. She wasn't surprised to hear from him, but the call still caused tremendous anxiety to the lawyer. At this hour, what could it be? "I want to talk to you," he said.
"What about?" Julie asked.
"Well, about Gene, . . . Gene Jackson, and your situation. I think we need to talk."
He was very insistent.
"There's nothing to talk about," Julie replied, trying to sound brave.
"Dammit, I said, 'I want us to talk.' Don't be such a stupid bitch."
Julie was shocked at his harshness. Her brain raced. Maybe she should talk to him. What could it hurt to have a phone conversation? She did know that she needed to carefully guard what she said.
"Okay," she said softly. "Let's talk."
Roger replied. "I just pulled into your driveway. Open the front door." With that the line went dead.
The nearly naked woman wanted to scream! What did he mean coming back to her home? Unfortunately, she knew what this meant. How could she not know? But what could she do to stop it? The beautiful, young lawyer had no time to react. She wrapped the fluffy towel beneath her arms and around her body. She didn't want her nosy neighbors to see a man coming to her home two days in a row. Despite the towel only covering her from the firm swell of her young breasts to just below her rounded ass cheeks, she bounced girlishly to the front door. Just as she got to the door she could see the large outline of Roger through the opaque glass. She shamefully realized that her nipples were already hard and protruding beneath the towel. As if her body was more aware of what was to occur to her than her mind, Julie detected a slight wetness in her crotch. She didn't want to be used sexually again, but already her athletic, young body was betraying her.
The young blonde placed her body securely behind the door and opened it so that just her face was visible. It was Roger. Almost without thinking, she let him in.
The huge man was dressed much more casually on this morning. His oversized frame was covered with a loose print shirt, khaki shorts and sandals.
Julie wished that she was dressed, but was just relieved that the man was in the house and out of sight of any neighbors. She felt awkward standing there in front of this man, wearing only a towel, her big breasts swaying slightly beneath the towel. "Let me get dressed," she said.
Without missing a beat, Roger replied. "Don't be fuckin' ridiculous."
His huge hand reached to her towel and with a single tug pulled it off the beautiful blonde. Julie's body shook as the towel was wretched away. She felt goose bumps immediately on her tanned, muscular legs and big breasts as her skin adjusted to the cool room temperature. Her hands immediately went to her trimmed pussy and large tits, but they only covered her slit and hardened nipples. Her womanly hips and flat stomach couldn't begin to be covered by her left hand and even as she curled her fingers between her legs to protect her trimmed pussy from view, she knew she presented a very vulnerable picture. And, her right hand and arm trying to cover the large melons essentially only pushed the succulent flesh against her athletic body, making her tits appear even fuller.
The young blonde was horrified!
"I thought we needed to talk," the young woman said pitifully, tears welling in her big, blue eyes.
Roger snorted dismissively and shook his head as if the intelligent woman was stupid. "We'll talk enough after I fuck you."
Julie watched in horror as the man began to undo his belt and shorts. In seconds, the garment fell to the marble floor and was joined by his boxers which he stepped out of. His cock was as she remembered it, massive, thick, veined and jutting out of his body larger than any erection she had ever seen. It stood out from his waist in a very menacing manner, even with the shirt that he wore going down to his midsection. Julie's eyes widened in fear of the large manhood.
He unbuttoned the shirt as they stood facing each other. It joined the other clothing on the floor and he was completely nude, his huge, erect penis jutting from his narrow torso like a horse's cock.
Roger pulled Julie's arms to her sides and openly eyed the young woman's lush body. Then he reached over to Julie's arms and forcefully turned the nude young wife so that she faced away from him in the foyer of her home.
"Bend over," he told her. "Spread your legs. Hold your ankles with your hands." Julie was too scared to do anything but comply. As humiliating as it was, she felt her body bend in two, offering up her buttocks to the man's aggressive hands and feeling her pussy peek out from below her ass cheeks. She spread her legs as ordered and gently grasped her ankles with her hands. Julie was filled with shame at her embarassing position and inability to fight back.
The man gripped her hips harshly and she immediately felt the rubbery tip of his massive tool touch the opening of her pussy. Waiting no longer, the man began to try to press the thick head into the opening. The tight, narrow opening of the passage of her pussy resisted the invasion.
"Ohhhhhhhh." The young wife cried out. "Arrgggg. Please, no, not yet! Ohhhhh." Julie cried out in anguish.
Roger's eyes feasted on the sight he beheld. The soft, moist skin of this beautiful blonde bent at the waist, just as he had instructed her filled the huge man with a feeling of power. He stared at the tiny, pink star of Julie's anus as he tried to enter her vagina. The idea of fucking her rectum crossed his mind, but he was intent on punishing her pussy right now.
His dark eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and lust, and took on a distinctly uncontrollable look. His large, stiff staff pushed at the opening of her love hole, but was unable to enter. He tried pushing his manhood into the woman again.
