0 comments/ 193307 views/ 5 favorites Julia's Skin By: Balrog Sigh...don't I wish that this were true! But, it isn't. This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and events are the products of my imagination, and any resemblance to people living or dead is coincidental. Julia's skin was so sweet - perfectly smooth. A full-scholarship college tennis player, she had that tautness of muscle tone that went beyond the normal for a 19-year-old sophomore. Not overly muscled, just firm all over. I remember making up after one of our many fights during high school by rubbing the inside and outside of one thigh, sitting next to her as she stood in a short tennis dress. She went off into that dreamland that puppies often go into when scratched in just the right place. I wasn't far behind. It was a nice leg, with no jiggles of fat. She had been a little embarrassed and had blushed when she realized that she had almost felt hypnotized by my touch. Now, I was caressing her neck with my lips, gently touching her beautiful skin, drinking in her smell. She was wearing hot pants and pantyhose, and, a dreaded bodysuit, impossible to get underneath to lay claim to her breasts without a full-scale assault on the hot pants, which she knew full well and teased me about. "No sneaking up the hill right now," she giggled, as I realized her choice of wardrobe. Fair's fair, I thought, and moved my hand down from her waist to caress the smoothness of her pantyhose on her upper thigh. I used a light touch on the space between her knee and upper thigh, on the top of her leg. "Cruel, cruel," I cooed as I gently rubbed and squeezed. She purred. "Can't do much about anything here anyway," she observed, noting that we were, in fact, in her parents' living room at about 8 at night, with her parents studiously trying to stay out of sight yet within earshot. They still didn't trust us far, even though, after four years of dating Julia was still a virgin. We had come close, but she had always said that she wanted to save it for marriage, and I respected that. I too, was a virgin, she being the only girl I'd dated extensively. Not that we hadn't come close. Not that I didn't have the typical overactive hormones of a teenage boy. Julia loved to have her pussy caressed and eaten, and had become quite adept at stroking my dick to wonderful orgasms. I loved to kiss her breasts. She would sit on the sofa, bra unhooked (I remember her glee the first time she wore one that hooked in front as I struggled in consternation searching for the hook in the back. She finally unhooked the front and released her beautiful breasts to my fingers and lips, releasing the cups of the bra and immediately taking her arms around me to guide my face to her nipples). I would maneuver to kneeling in between her legs as she sat, giving me equal access to either breast. I would kiss them and suck them, and slowly pull down her pants. Her flat belly was so wonderful I would spend a lot of time kissing and nibbling it. Then, pulling her pants off I would move on farther down, where I would lift her legs onto my shoulders to eat her soft snatch until her legs would squeeze my ears as she came in a shuddering orgasm. In turn, she would work her hand into my pants and stroke my cock until I came, covering her hand with my sperm. At least what didn't spurt all over my shirt. But for now, no breasts. No eating pussy. Just kisses and ear nibbling. Cock stays in the pants. She would sink her tongue into my ear and give me goose bumps and shudders. She knew it drove me crazy. Well, turnabout is fair play, I thought, and started gently licking her ear with just the point of my tongue, punctuating the motion with heavy, warm breaths into her ear. Not hard. Gentle, loving. "Do you like this?" I breathed softly into her ear. She said nothing, but nodded slightly with her eyes closed, her mouth parted a little as her breathing quickened. I kept up my assault on her ear and neck. Little nibbles to neck and ear. Her breathing deepened and quickened. I rubbed a little more firmly on her thigh. " I want you at my place," I whispered, referring to my new apartment on the campus of the college I'd transferred to that fall. "I want you in my bed. Alone, just you and me. I want you with all your clothes off, our skin touching from head to foot, so I can love you all night long." I finished whispering with a long, gentle exhale into her ear. She shivered and moaned and I smelled that incredible musky smell. I had brought her to orgasm with just aural sex! She kissed me deeply, passionately, holding my face with her hands. "I love you, Sean," she whispered. "Oh, yes, Julia, I can't wait to have you in my arms there." "When? I have to leave for school Saturday!" she moaned, "And it's Thursday!" Hmm, a serious problem. There was no time. It was the end of Christmas break. My school was an hour and a half away, hers two hours in the other direction. It didn't look good. I sat back. "Sean," said her mother, coming into the room. "Yes, Mrs. M," I probably got along better with her mother than I did with her. No so her father, he was as tough as they came, and had no illusions about my intentions towards his daughter. Mom understood, at least a bit, and gave us a fair bit of space and patience. She was an elementary school teacher, intelligent, a good conversationalist, and all-around nice lady. I liked her a lot. Dad was gruff, always testing. He held a good white-collar job that had him commuting an hour and a half each way every day. I gave him great respect, which he had earned. "Sean, I just heard the weather forecast, and I have a big favor to ask." "What can I do for you, Mrs. M?" "The weather's supposed to be really bad this weekend, and Julia needs to get back to school. I don't want her father out in it, and I don't trust myself to drive in snow and ice. Could you take her back Saturday in our car and bring it back on Sunday? It would really help us out. We'll give you money for gas and to go out for dinner when you get there." Mrs. M. looked at me hopefully. She knew I had to get back to school Sunday, which would make for a lot of driving for me in potentially really bad weather. She also knew my own car had Volkswagen Bug Heat, which meant not much. I tried not to look like I'd died and gone to heaven, having just been handed The Golden Opportunity, complete with parental blessing. "Sure, Mrs. M, I'd be happy to help out," I said, "If it's okay with you, I'll leave my Bug in your driveway, swap cars when I get back and go on to school." I figured that getting into the details of the arrangements would distract her from the obvious. "Let's leave late morning," she replied, "I'd like to sleep in one last time, but I'll be all packed into the car the night before so we can just leave." Her eyes shone as she looked at me. I could feel my toes melting. She cast quite a spell over me. A Leo, though, to my Capricorn. We were fated to fight like cats and dogs. But making up was always so sweet. She was my first love. "OK, I'll get here about 11," I said. "11:30?" she asked meekly, knowing I usually was out of bed by 6. "OK," I laughed. The rest of that evening we played Scrabble with her folks. I got clobbered, as usual. They were ferocious players, while I was a neophyte. Julia and I stood at the front door for a long time and kissed deeply when I left, my arms encircling her firm waist. "I can't believe it!" she whispered. "Me neither," I said as I nibbled her neck in that wonderful soft place beneath the cheekbone. "We'll have all night together! I can't wait!" "I can't, either," she breathed. I grazed her skin and almost made her cum again right there. Saturday finally came. I arrived promptly at 11:20. OK, I was early, but you would be, too. Julia met me at the door. She could fill out a pair of jeans like no one I ever saw: beautiful, long, tennis-toned legs attached to her firm, shapely bottom. She set the standard for my appreciation of female anatomy ever since. She had on a long-sleeve button down white shirt with pockets over each breast. Her shoulder length brown hair loose, her distinctive white streak of hair prominent in front where she parted it. As often, she took my breath away. She was what my friends and I called pretty, like Audrey Hepburn or Emma Thompson, rather than in the style of gorgeous like Sophia Loren, Racquel Welch, or Jennifer Lopez. It was a stylistic rather than qualitative difference, and I preferred pretty. "We'll be on the road in minutes," she squealed as she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. I held her close an immediately noticed that she had no bra underneath her shirt. My body responded. "You forgot an item of clothing," I whispered in her ear as I stroked up and down her back, pressing my growing erection into her belly. She pulled back and looked me deeply in the eyes. "No, I didn't," she said with a little smile. "Oh, my," I whispered with mock shock, and pressed even more firmly. "Did you do that for me?" In answer, she felt my hard cock against her belly and pressed back. She giggled at my discomfort. "Well, say goodbye!" said Mr. M, coming into the entryway. I was grateful for my coat, which I hastily buttoned closed over the bulge in my pants. We said all our good-byes and gave kisses and handshakes all around. I was told to be careful driving, but at that moment the sun was shining and the temperature was below zero, way too cold for significant snow. I assured them that I would be very careful going and returning, and Julia and I went out to the car. As usual, I opened the door for her (my older sister had taught me well). We set off. "I can't believe we're doing this!" Julia cried as we pulled away. "Me neither," I said, shaking my head. "Well, move over!" It was a big Mercury sedan, with a middle seat belt in the front bench seat. She moved over to the middle and buckled up. I didn't put my arm around her, because I was conscientious about safety on a long drive. But have you ever tried to elevate holding hands to an art form? Intertwining fingers, stroking with a thumb ever so gently. Exploring the folds and places of someone's hand with just your sense of touch. So that the feelings rise just above the level of consciousness. So that each of you knows what's happening with your fingers and palms. Funneling all of the love you feel down your arms, and trying to express it in simple touch. We did that for over two hours. An uneventful drive? Not at all. It was intense, in its own way. When we got to her dorm, a suite with four bedrooms sharing a common room, bathroom, and kitchenette, none of her roommates had arrived. They were all high school friends of Julia's. "Do they know I'm going to be here?" I asked. "Yup, I called them all and told them to be as late getting here as possible," Julia said, eyes sparkling. "But you have your own room," I said, looking around her room of the suite as I set the first load of her luggage and my knapsack in the corner. "Yeah, but the walls are thin, and they're jealous," she said. "Jealous? Of me? We could invite them in to watch. Maybe participate!" I said, and ducked her roundhouse swing laughing. "Sean! Don't you dare!" She said angrily. Then, she moved in close and put her arms around me. "I want you all to myself today. And tonight." "Starting now?" I asked, as innocently as I could. "Starting now," she said firmly, and hugged me, gently pushing me back towards her single bed in the small but comfortable room. I yielded, and shuffled back until I felt the backs of my knees touch the mattress. Our lips had locked by then, and our tongues hungrily explored each other's mouths. My hands removed her coat and rubbed up and down her smooth, braless back. She pushed my army field jacket down my arms behind me and tossed it aside. "You planned this," I said, moving my hand to unbutton the top button of her shirt. "Uh huh," she said, smiling what looked a little like a wicked smile. "I'm glad," I said, and I sat on the bed, pulled her standing in between my legs, and continued undoing the buttons of her shirt, looking first at her stunning cleavage, then seeing more of her shapely breasts. She took on that dreamy look. When I finished I moved her shirt aside and just looked at her breasts. They were perfect. Well-sized, firm, with round brown aureoles and, at the moment, very erect nipples. "Julia, your breasts are so beautiful. I have to kiss them." "Yes, please kiss them and hold them," she breathed. I moved my hands up her waist and encircled each of them, firmly grasping and squeezing, the nipples poking through between my thumbs and fingers. I moved my lips to kiss one nipple, then the other. Alternating, I took each into my mouth and gently bit and sucked them. Julia's breathing grew heavier. I continued to give her breasts my full attention. We had never really had an opportunity like this, with no potential interruptions, and plenty of space. I took as much of each breast into my mouth as I could. I pressed my face in between her breasts, kissing her skin and mashing them against my cheeks. I kept on kissing her breasts - sides, undersides, tops, nipples. There's a wonderful place where the top of the breast starts to rise from the chest. I kissed there. I was in a gentle frenzy. But it wasn't over. As I kissed her, I moved my hands to her jeans, first unbuttoning the button, then slowly, languorously unzipping them. My lips moved down from her breasts to kiss and lick her chest, then her navel, spending time tickling it with my tongue. Julia giggled a little, but the intensity of my caresses had put her in that far-away place. My fingers grasped the sides of her pants and I slowly, ever so slowly, began to slip them over her hips and down her legs. Once her shirt was free of where it had been tucked in, she shrugged it off. I looked up to see her in beautiful naked glory, breasts and arms free of all clothing. The sight took my breath away. "You're so beautiful," I said. "You're not finished yet," she breathed, reminding me of the task at hand. I didn't dawdle. My fingers hooked her panties and they traveled down her hips with the jeans. Both garments slid down over her tight butt, and we were home free. As I pushed them down, I kissed and licked the front of her right thigh, up to her hip and across her waist. When I got the jeans and panties to the floor, I took one foot at a time and helped her get free of the denim and cotton of the panties. Voila! I paused to look. Her bush was trimmed, but not overly so. Every inch of her body was breathtaking. I pressed my face into her fur, soaking up the scent of her womanhood, grabbing her cheeks with my hands. They were so firm and tight. I could taste her wetness without actually reaching to her pussy. And did I mention it? I was so happy to have worn my baggy carpenter's jeans. They had kept my cock from breaking, I think, allowing it to expand, and now throb, in directions that tight Levis would never have permitted. Julia had that faraway look when I pulled back from her muff and looked up past her breasts to her face. She came out of her reverie and looked down at me, smiling. "I'll be you're pretty uncomfortable," she said, "with all those clothes on." I just nodded, still looking at her body. She started with my shirt, a pullover soccer jersey from my high school days as a goalie. She reached down and pulled it up and over my head with one motion. "That's better," she said, kneeling now between my legs and running her hands over my chest. She pressed in and kissed me deeply. I could feel her nipples against my bare skin, her firm breasts against my chest. Her tongue went practically down the back of my throat. Her arms came away from my back and went to my belt, where she unhooked it with practiced motion. Her fingers found the pants' button and undid it, and then, quickly now, she undid the zipper and spread the denim, reaching inside for my cock through my underwear. She dug around and pushed it into a vertical position inside my briefs, and caressed it with her fingers. Her hands moved to the sides of my pants, and she started working them down my hips, taking the briefs with them. But they were caught on my erection and I gasped, interrupting the deep kiss we had maintained. "Oh, sorry!" she said, not without a smile, when I explained my distress. She pulled back and took the waistband of my briefs down over the head of my cock, now poking out in its swelled, purple glory. "That looks so good to me!" Julia said, staring at it. We had never really done this in the light, and here we were in mid-afternoon. She pulled briefs and jeans down now, me lifting enough off the bed for her to get them under my bottom and free of the mattress. She, too, helped me get my feet free. We now only had our socks on. "No socks!" Julia said, removing mine, and then her own, reaching back behind to her feet as she knelt in front of me. "Now," she said, "back to pleasure!" She came forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips finding mine at first ever so softly: sweet, flitting kisses, with occasionally the merest suggestion of tongue for only an instant. Then she would move a little closer and plant one on me, tongue reaching deep into my mouth. She had never kissed me like this before. She didn't press against me, but rather came only close enough for me to feel her nipples against my chest in the ever-so-soft way. This was all new. With a little jealousy entering into the back of my mind, I asked where she had learned that way of smooching. "We all go to the movies to see what we can learn. But mostly we talk about it later and laugh hysterically," she said, smiling at some apparently very amusing memories. "What movies taught you kissing like that?" I pressed, not entirely convinced. "Mostly the porno movies they show on campus," she said simply. "You go to porno movies?" I asked incredulously. This was nothing I would ever have expected of Julia. "With who?" "Oh, Martha, Robin, and Sue," she said, naming her three suite mates. "And they're funny?" I asked. "Well, the whole scene is pretty funny," she said, and proceeded to describe how groups of men and women would show up for midnight porno flicks on campus and studiously avoid each other. It sounded just like where I went to college. I was mollified, but curious. "What else besides exquisite kissing have you learned?" I asked, with mock scientific demeanor. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know!" she laughed, looking at me. "Well," I said, a little shyly, "I would." "I can try, but it's nothing I've practiced," she said shyly, too. "That's okay, Julia," I replied softly, "We have all afternoon and night to practice." She looked at me and smiled just a little, and then pressed forward to hug me hard, breasts in my chest and nipples against my skin. My cock was sandwiched between us, having never given any hint of deflating. My balls were painfully blue. Our lips met. Our tongues entwined. I made enough space to put my hands between us to hold her breasts. I squeezed her nipples and she sighed. One of her hands came down from my neck and reached between us, wrapping around my cock just below the head. She stroked gently up and down the shaft, stopping at that oh-so-sensitive place just below my engorged cock head. It felt incredible after hours of torture. My hand roamed south to cup her pussy. She was warm and wet, and I slid my finger in between her pussy lips, and deep inside her. She moaned and sighed, moving against my hand. She stroked my cock firmly. "If you do much more of that, I'm going to cum all over us," I said, embarrassed, "You have me so turned on." "No, no, I don't want you to cum yet," she mock scolded me, "I have something I want to practice." Julia's Skin Julia had only ever taken my cock in her mouth twice, and both times with me almost pushing her head down on it. Now, she moved back from pressing against me, and moved her other hand to my cock. Then, looking at me, she lowered her head. She licked off my precum, exclaiming that it tasted better than she expected. I leaned back, supporting myself on the bed with my elbows, watching the incredible sight. She started at the base of my cock, and ran her tongue up the shaft to the head. She circled the head with just the point of her tongue. Then she licked the underside with her full tongue, and proceeded to take the head into her mouth. Ouch! Teeth! A short discussion of teeth interrupted my ecstasy. But Julia learned fast. Soon she was caressing the head of my rigid pole with her mouth and tongue, coming off to breathe and lick my shaft. She moved down and went to take my balls in her mouth. Nope, I was too nervous. I asked her not to risk that just yet. She was only momentarily disappointed, but then returned to her wonderful mouth music. She had a way of going sideways and caressing that under-head spot with her lips and tip of her tongue that made me crazy, it felt so good. Then she would take my head into her mouth and suck, her cheeks collapsing to enfold my dick, stroking up and down. "How much of my cock can you take?" I asked huskily. She smiled, taking up the challenge. She had always been a fierce competitor, which explained her tennis ranking and full tennis scholarship. I should have figured out this strategy long ago. But I hadn't, idiot that I was. Julia poised over my cock, holding it straight up in one hand, considering it. She bent and kissed the head, and proceeded to take the head in, and slowly started to work her lips down my shaft, taking it into her mouth. She got about halfway down and then came up fast, panting and coughing. "That's something!" she said. "But I think I've got it now!" She bent down and began again, taking inch after inch into her mouth. Down she slowly went, my cock disappearing into her lips. And then, her nose hit my pubic hair and skin. She had taken all of it! She pulled up to hold only the head in her cheeks, and then drove down taking it all in a long stroke. Up and down her lips went. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock, feel her cheeks on my head and shaft, feel my head as it went down her throat. "I can't hold back!" I said, feeling the come start to boil up from my balls. "I'm going to cum!" She came up for air, "Yes, cum in my mouth! I want to feel you shoot in my mouth!" And down she went, taking my entire length again. She pulled back to have only my head inside her lips, and she licked the underside of my cock as her lips clamped around the head. She made circular motions to move her lips and tongue around my cock. Her hand firmly stroked my shaft. Her tongue fluttered on the underside of my cock ever so lightly and wonderfully. The hand work was way too much. My cum erupted into her mouth, my cock head expanding even more as my cock spasmed in the most intense orgasm I could have ever imagined. She wouldn't let go, and kept sucking me as I continued to shoot and shoot into her mouth. A little dribbled out the corner of her lips. She wiped it with her hand and licked it off. "That was fun!" she said, "I can't believe I haven't done that before." "I can't believe what you just did," I panted. "Are you sure you haven't been practicing?" She moved up, climbing on top of me. "No, Sean," she said softly, "I've been saving all my practice for you." What could I do? I pulled her delicious naked form on top of me. I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. Can't say I liked the taste as much as she said she did, but I wasn't going to complain. I inched up the bed with her in to of me until my legs could get off the floor. Her legs straddled me. "What would you like?" I asked, "It's my turn to please you." "I want to lie here on top of you, and feel you all along my body, like you said the night you made me cum in the living room before we left, " she said, and snuggled into my armpit. My cock was still hard, and I was getting the feeling that it wasn't going limp anytime soon. I felt it press against her stomach. "Umm. You're still hard!" she purred. "Yeah, and I don't think it's going away," I said. "Well, let's do something with it," she whispered in my ear as her hand took my cock and put it in between her legs. Now vertical, the top of my cock pressed against her pussy. "I want you to rub against me." Who was I to disagree? I slowly started rocking up and down, feeling my shaft rub against her pussy lips. My hands moved down to take the sides of her cheeks to control her movement. She felt my cock, too, felt my hands taking her, and with the slightest growl started rubbing back. We kissed as our bodies moved against each other, my cock stimulating her, its head tickling her clit. "I've got to have you inside me!" Julia said, her breathing rough. "It's not safe!" I said, knowing that pregnancy was her great fear. And mine. She lifted up off me, straightening her arms as she straddled my body. "Sean," she said, matter-of-factly, "I went on the Pill three months ago." I was stunned. "But I thought you wanted to wait? And I'm willing to stop." "No. I've made up my mind, and I want you more than anything I've ever wanted." She moved my cock back to its place on my belly and got up on her knees to move her pussy on top of it, rubbing gently but firmly. "Time to start practicing making love with you." She looked down at me and smiled the most beautiful smile I could imagine. Then, I caught just the right angle and slid deep inside her. My fingers had long ago disposed of her hymen, but technically, for her at least, she had never before taken a cock and so, to her mind, was still a virgin. As I went in, I could feel her warm wetness encircle me, like her lips when she had just sucked me, only tighter, firmer, every square millimeter of my cock feeling her pussy. It was incredible. Her eyes closed as I sank in and she let out a little moan. Then, we bottomed out and I was completely inside her, as deep as I could go. My cock was vertical again as she sat astride me, arms next to my shoulders. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Wonderful! Better than I imagined! I love how you fill me up," she said. She moved a little. It felt so good just to lie there and feel myself inside her. I didn't have to move, I was in heaven. I could feel her warm moistness along the entire length of my dick. She squeezed her pussy muscles and clamped down, and I almost felt like I could shoot a load right then. But not yet. I could have just lain there enjoying the feeling of being encased by warm pussy. But she had to move. "I'm a little nervous about having you cum inside me," she breathed as she rocked a little more. "I'm not sure three months is enough to be completely safe." "Okay, I'll try not to," I said, convincing no one, least of all myself. Her pace quickened as she rode me. I put my hands on her hips and just let them go along for the ride. The feeling of her pussy walls on the rim of my head was incredible. So was the feeling of moving in and out all along my shaft. Julia needed no guiding or inspiration. She bucked and fucked. Her breathing deepened, quickened, got shallow. Her stokes on top of my cock got frantic and then, when she had raised to where only my head was inside her, I felt an gush of fluid come down my cock, and she bent and kissed me like a wild woman, practically strangling me with her tongue. I squeezed her hips. She slammed her pussy down on my cock, sat back and moaned, and then returned to mash my face with kisses. I was nowhere close to orgasm. Then she collapsed on top of me with a sigh. "That was incredible," she said weakly. I wrapped my arms around her back and gave her a back rub as she lay on top of me. After a few minutes, she slid off to the side, snuggled in under my arm, and soon we were fast asleep. I awoke from our nap a half-hour later, still with a raging hard-on. I held her close and caressed her back as she slept. Slowly, she woke and looked at me sleepily. "Did we really make love?" she asked through barely open eyes. "More or less, but I didn't cum inside you, so I'm not sure if it really counts." "Let's do it again," and she smiled wickedly, "I want more practice!" I'm not one to disappoint. But I didn't have much say, because she resumed her position on top and once again began rubbing my cock on the outside of her pussy lips. She leaned forward to press against my chest. I held my cock at her entrance, now moving her hips back with my hands with little, short motions, and we kissed passionately. I could feel her juices lubricate her entrance. She slid back and I slipped inside and we were off to the races again. She knelt and rode me like a racehorse, pumping up and down on my cock. She would vary her pace, giving me a few fast strokes, then torturing me by taking herself up to where I would almost slip out, then lowering herself ever-so-slowly, taking my cock inside with a slowness that was excruciating. I went back to heaven; she was taking such good care of my cock. I looked down and watched it disappear inside her pussy lips. It was an incredible sight. Then her pace started to quicken, along with her breathing. I knew she was working up to another climax. I was, too. What would I do? Our movements intensified, and I basked in the feel of her wetness sliding up and down my pole. I could feel my orgasm starting. She was breathing heavily now. I moved my hands to squeeze her breasts bouncing in front of my face. They were so firm and fleshy in my hands. I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and fingers, and reached up to kiss and suck them. A little nip, with my teeth, and she shuddered. But it was too much for me. "Julia, I love you and I need to come inside you!" I said, as our movements grew more frantic, and I sucked her erect nipples, one after the other, kissing her breasts and chest as I moved between them. "Yes, yes, Sean I love you! Give it all to me!" she gasped. Once again I felt her gush fluid down my length as she came, and that sent me over the brink. Have you ever had an orgasm where you felt your entire being was coming out of your body and entering the other person? Where you felt like a grilled cheese sandwich, the cheese melting into the bread and becoming something together: not bread, not cheese, but something merged? Melted? To say it was intense is the greatest understatement of my life. I came and came and came, as the orgasm enveloped my entire being. I thought it would never stop. I screamed and grunted and cried out. So did Julia. The bed rocked and shook as we kept humping. Then, my cock got supersensitive, and any movement was torture. We kept moving. It was exquisite. I went past torture to someplace else. It was sublime. Julia kept moving and moving - she couldn't stop. They say orgasms are simply muscle spasms. Yeah, right. We just kept on fucking and fucking, never wanting to stop, and, with me still hard, having no reason to stop. On and on we went, my dick plunging in and out of her pussy. She got up off her knees and onto her feet, lowering herself onto my cock and rising up, steadying herself with her hands next to my shoulders. I watched my cock go in and out, fascinated by the view. The only parts of our bodies that touched were our genitals. I couldn't help it; I grabbed her hips and moved her up and down my shaft. I slowed her down, and sped her up. I held her so just my head was inside her and she begged me for more until I jammed her down on my cock with a grunt, lifted her up, and jammed her down again. And again. Then, after almost a half-hour more of lovemaking, wonder of wonders! I felt another load bubbling up from my balls. Julia was still on top. Maybe it was the competitive thing, but she'd shown neither the inclination nor desire to do anything different. Fine with me, since this position left me in the perfect place to hold and kiss her breasts, which I did almost constantly, except when Julia would come again and have to kiss me, which she did each time she came. "I'm going to cum again!" I breathed as we moved. "Me too. Give it to me!" I obliged by erupting into her, arching my back and taking her high off the bed. She responded with another gush, a moan, and her lips mashing against mine in a sloppy and passionate kiss. I blew and blew my load deep into her pussy, holding my cock as deeply in her as I could possibly push, feeling my hot seed flowing, feeling my being merge with hers. This time, I was spent, and my cock was too sensitive. "Don't move." I said as she snuggled down on top of me. "My cock is so sensitive that if you move I'll scream." "Don't want to move," she purred. But she did and the torture was incredible. She didn't fuck me more, she just sort of settled in. "I never thought it would be this wonderful." "Me neither," I purred back (we were doing a lot of purring). "Want to get something to eat?" "Pizza," she announced with firmness that I had come to respect. We dressed and went to a local place where the pizza was cheap and good, and the darkness could hide our infatuation with each other. We drank a Coke with two straws in the same glass, noses and cheeks pressed together. We talked and giggled and could barely wait to get back, while enjoying the giddy feeling of being in love. We returned. Julia stepped through the door. Still no roommates. She slipped off her jacket and I had the perfect view of her incredible blue-jeaned behind from the rear, swaying slightly as she walked into the room. That was it. Inspiration. "Stop," I said as I moved up behind her. "What?" she asked. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, bending to kiss her neck. "I want you again," I said. "I want you, too," she said, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair, her face turning to kiss mine. "Right here, right now," I said as my hands moved up to cup her breasts, loose underneath her white shirt. "Right here?" she asked, sounding a little unsure. "Right now," I said, unbuttoning her shirt to give me access to naked nipples. "Mmm," she replied, and wrapped her arms behind her around my back to press my groin into her behind. I finished undoing the shirt buttons and went straight to the jeans. I knelt and pulled them down, and reached up to remove her shirt. While I was down there, I kissed her cheeks, wetly and noisily. We both laughed. I pulled my own shirt over my head and stood, unbuckling my jeans. Julia turned to me and I beheld again the sight of her perfect body. We remembered to remove our shoes and socks, too, awkwardly, laughing. "I just looked at you walking ahead of me, seeing your body move, and I knew I had to have you on the floor." I pulled down my own jeans and removed them with my briefs. My pole stood out hard. I turned Julia around and once again hugged her from behind, my cock sliding in between her ass cheeks. Her ass was gorgeous: firm and tight with not a hint of fat and jiggle. It curved under and went to her legs, which from behind had a subtle curve to her hamstrings that flowed down to her knees and then down to shapely calves, with just a hint of muscle definition. Julia wasn't muscled like a bodybuilder, but she had little subcutaneous fat, and so her muscles added to her curvature. Statuesque, some would say, with muscles in her legs and abs just lightly defined, so that you knew they were there, and toned. I was practically drooling taking this all in. She was incredibly sexy looking. I held her breasts from behind, squeezing her nipples. She pressed against my cock nestled between her cheeks. I moved my hand down between her legs. She was wet and ready. I slid my finger into her and her knees buckled. It was time. "How do you want me?" she breathed, uncharacteristically submissive. "On your knees," I said simply. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She went to her hands and knees. "Like this?" She asked heavily, her breath picking up now. I could see her flawless back and beautiful behind before me. She had her legs apart, waiting for me to mount her. Her pussy lips were wet and totally inviting. I had to take her now! "Yes," I said, and got on my knees behind her, spreading her legs more as I moved into position. I took her hips in my hands and squeezed. My cock, sticking straight out, searched for her entrance, with no luck. Julia reached underneath her pussy, found my hardness, and guided it to the magic place. I felt her warm wetness on the tip of my cock as she put it in position. Using my hands grabbing her hips to control her, I moved forward and felt my cock head sink into her pussy. I looked down to see my shaft sticking into her, the head gone inside. It was an incredible turn-on to see my cock disappear inside her. She wanted more cock faster than I wanted to give it to her, so I held her off with my grasp of her hips. She whimpered with frustrated desire and heat. So I went deeper. The feeling from behind was entirely different, and equally wonderful to her being on top. I kept moving in until my entire length was inside her. "How does that feel?" I asked hopefully. "You've got to make love to me, this feels so good!" She moaned. I obliged, pulling my cock almost out and shoving it home, somewhat gently at first. I built to a rhythm of thrusting in and out of her from behind, looking down to see her perfect ass, and watch my cock disappearing into her and emerging almost all the way, then plunging all the way in. I moved my legs to outside of hers and leaned back, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her up to a sitting position on my cock. There was a full-length mirror across the room. Julia saw my cock impaling her. She lifted and it came out. She took it and guided it back in, and started humping me with abandon as she watched in the glass. Her firm breasts jiggled with her up-and-down motion. It was unbelievably sexy to watch her make love to me in the mirror. "Look at us fuck!" she cried, as she fucked me harder. I moved my hands up to cup her breasts, and she put her hands over mine. I took her hands and made her cup her own breasts, while my hands went to her pussy, where I gently pressed her clit against my thrusting member while lightly massaging it. She went off into that place as she watched in the mirror. I could see from the look in her eyes. I brought one hand back up and replaced hers on her breast. I stroked her side and her leg while my other hand paid attention to her pussy. She moaned and shuddered again. I moved her hand down to her pussy, and put her fingers on my cock. She brought down her other hand, and played with our parts with both hands. "Feel my cock slide inside you," I breathed in her ear, "And watch in the mirror as we make love." I used both hands to caress as much of her body as I could reach, paying special attention to her breasts, tummy, and hips. It was a massage as well as lovemaking. She shuddered and moaned again, and coated my cock with her juices. "Watch this," I said as I moved her back to hands and knees, and we shifted so our reflection was sideways in the mirror. We could see my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, my body thrusting into hers from behind, my balls slapping her. Now Julia was thrusting back against me. We had established a wonderful rhythm as we fucked. Then, I started pounding her pussy with my cock as hard as I could. I still had hold of her hips, and as I would thrust forward, I would pull back to then push forward and impale her even deeper. This wasn't lovemaking. This was animal lust. Julia's Skin "Oh! Oh! Look at your cock! I love to see it move inside me! I love it! I love it! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Julia cried in rhythm with our thrusting as she approached another orgasm. I saw her watching in the mirror. "I'm going to cum," I said, as I felt it rise. I slammed my cock into her even harder. "I'm cumming!" I yelled. I did. She did. We did. Something that was more merged than "we" did. My sperm gushed and gushed into her as I held her ass to shoot my load as deep into her womb as possible. After we were done, we collapsed onto our sides, my hard cock still deep inside her. I learned that there is something to be said for animal lust. I cupped her breast and gently massaged her nipple. I moved to the other one and gave them equal treatment. She kept nuzzling back onto my cock, which after a long time finally went limp and emerged with a plop. "That was incredible," I said weakly. I felt spent. "Did you like it? I'm worried that I'll be enough woman for you," said Julia as she snuggled her ass against my limp pole. "Let's go to bed." "Sounds good," I said. "An if you were much more woman, I might not survive. You make love beautifully, Julia, and I don't want to stop." I kissed her. She rolled and snuggled into my arms. "I hope you're not done," she said, looking deeply at me. "The night is still young, and I think I want more practice." "I don't know how much more I can do," I sighed. "Well, sir, we'll just have to find out," she smiled at me lovingly, "because I want everything you can give me." We retired to her bedroom and napped for about 45 minutes. Julia was awake first. I awoke to lips around a stiff dick. She was practicing again. "I knew I could coax you," she said. "This time, you're on top!" She rolled onto her back and beckoned me with her arms. I climbed between her legs. She had them bent at the knees, her feet flat on the bed. Her hands cupped her pussy, as she rubbed it and writhed. "Give me that big cock! Stick it in me! Make love to me, Sean, I need you to love me!" "I love you," I cried as I plunged my cock into her waiting wetness. Another new feeling: to be in the classic missionary position fucking a beautiful woman that I was finding myself deeply in love with. I thrusted. She thrusted back. We moved as one being. Her legs moved and wrapped around my waist and her thrusting became more urgent. It felt like we fucked for hours. I lifted up onto straight arms and looked down to see my cock pounding into her. I put her legs on my shoulders and felt myself go even deeper. I hooked her knees to the outside of my elbows and pumped her full of my cock, her pussy in the air, it seemed. I lifted under her behind and held her up I thrust inside her. We put a pillow underneath her behind to give me deeper penetration. We fucked and fucked. She moaned and cried and came again and again, gushing her love juices down my cock each time. "Give it to me. Give it all to me. I need it. I need it so much. Oh, I'm going to cum. Cum with me again. Cum with me. I need to feel you shoot your load in me. Shoot it. Shoot it now!" Julia arched her back, moaned loudly, and almost bucked me off as her powerful orgasm took her over the top. It triggered my own and once again I shot a huge load of sperm deep inside her. I felt like I was turning inside out. I was so in the moment that time stood still. I was outside of time, it no longer had any meaning to me as my cock contracted again and again, shooting and shooting and cumming and cumming inside this beautiful woman. I couldn't stop kissing her. I lay on top of her with my hard cock still throbbing. I covered her neck and face with kisses. She smiled a sweet smile. "It just keeps getting better," she said. I nodded. We slept. When we awoke her roommates had arrived, by the sounds we heard. We dressed and chatted with them for a while. Then they winked and urged us back to bed. "Did they know this would happen?" I asked. "They knew I planned to attack you the next time I had you alone. It wasn't until I called them that they knew it would be now," Julia said. "They're good sports." "And good friends," I observed. We slept until morning. I awoke with a boner. There was only one thing left I wanted to try. I told Julia when we started. And for over an hour we slowly, lovingly rocked in each other's arms. I was on top again, Julia's feet hooked into the backs of my knees. We touched practically from head to toe. My cock was hard and inside her, but our movements were slow, gentle, and sweet. No hurry, no rush, no being frantic, and with the roomies there, no noise. We just made love as slowly and as beautifully as we could. Remember holding hands as an art form? Making love as a work of art. Slowly, but with no less passion. As I approached climax, I told her, and we slowed down even more, savoring the feeling of hard cock inside wet pussy. I wanted to feel every inch of movement of my cock in and out and remember it. Feeling the slickness, the muscle contractions as she clamped down and tried to hold me inside. Finally, it was time. I held back as long as I could, telling her so. I pulled out, pushed in. I pushed up on my arms. "Look at me," I said. "Look at me while we cum together." I pulled out, pushed in. Our eyes were locked on each other. I crossed the point of no return. I pulled out, the come now rising from my balls. Holding it off just a little more, I slowly, very slowly, pushed my cock deep in Julia's pussy, holding it deep inside now, calling her name as I fell off the cliff into another incredibly intense orgasm. I shot stream after stream of come deep inside her beautiful womanhood, she writhed in response as she felt the expansion of my cock head just prior to the final thrust and my contractions as I came. All the while we looked deeply into each other's eyes. She moaned, and held me tight around my waist, milking every last drop. She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed me with all her strength, clamping down on my cock with all her vaginal muscles and gushing, gushing her own come all over my cock and groin. Again I was compelled to smother her with kisses. Kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, all the while having my cock imprisoned in her womb. Entwining our tongues, holding her close, feeling her breasts against me, her hips, her legs wrapped around me. Touching head to toes. Outside time. She came again, just lying there, but more calmly, quietly. I kept tasting her skin. She was delicious. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I was crying too. I never thought love could feel so good, so deep. "When can we practice some more?" she asked through the tears. "I'll be back next weekend," I said choking back my tears. "Will your roomies cooperate?" "If they don't, we'll just have to do it this last way," she smiled, and kissed me. "I don't see how we can lose," I said, smiling, too. "Julia, I love you." "I love you, Sean." The drive home was uneventful, but lonely. The weather never got bad, it just stayed really cold. I got to school in good shape, if tired and, well, a little sore. The next weekend we had the suite to ourselves. Good friends are hard to find. For a while I thought survival was at issue, the practice was so relentless, intense, and sweet. The following week Julia called me to say that her period had started on time and normally. She sounded relieved. I know I was. The distance proved to be a problem. Two years later I had fallen in love with someone else, and Julia and I split up for the last time. I saw her a few times at the tennis courts, but she wouldn't talk to me. Twelve years later I divorced the woman I had foolishly traded Julia for. I don't know if Julia and I would have made it together, there was so much healing that I had to do. Her Leo to my Capricorn, too. Not promising. But the memories are sweet. Like the taste of her skin. This is my first story, and feedback, good or bad, would be appreciated. Thanks for reading!