9 comments/ 50575 views/ 5 favorites Julia's Reawakening By: rha spike My name is Julia Branson. I am married to a successful dentist and have two children, eight and ten. I'm going to tell you about a certain afternoon in my life, an afternoon that was like no other before it. It is the story of my reawakening after a long zombie-like sojourn in a land devoid of color, sensation or, most especially, of passion. But to understand just what happened on that day, you will need to know how I got to the colorless land from which I escaped. All through high school, I had been the typical grade grubber. Straight A's and a raft of awards for extracurricular activities had brought pride to my parents and a smug form of self-satisfaction to me. I graduated as valedictorian. Then, during the summer after graduation, I worked at a local restaurant, the flagship of a three-state franchise, waiting on tables and helping out in the kitchen. It was hard, boring work and soon enough I tired of it, longing fore the end of my shift almost as soon as it had started. I saved as I slaved, denying myself all but the smallest pleasures, setting aside a pretty good sum to provide pocket money for my freshman year at the university. One other good thing came of that job: That's where I met Bobby. Bobby was the owner's son, a senior at a famous private university in the east. He was handsome and sophisticated (I thought) and had a gorgeous convertible to go with his gorgeous smile. And, of course, he had money. His father's restaurants were highly successful and he was indulged as the only son. He was around a lot that summer, came every evening to supervise the checkout and examine the receipts --- tasks that his father thought would help teach him the business. I was naturally flattered when he began paying attention to me. Dates in high school had been few and mostly platonic. I had experimented with kissing and a little unsatisfying groping in parked cars. But, in spite of a growing and urgent curiosity about "the sex thing," I was known as the school virgin. It fell to Bobby to change that. It happened one night after we closed the restaurant. Bobby mentioned that he was going out to a party with some friends and invited me to go with him. I accepted almost without thought. The steady routine of work with little or no recreation had worn me down and I was eager to have a little fun. The party was large, loud and opulent. It was a celebration of some lawyer's big win in a corporate case, or so I was told. Bobby and I had been there for a mere hour, enough to get me high on too much champagne, when he said he was bored. The next thing I knew, we were flying along a mountain highway with the top down and the wind in my hair. The cool night air did nothing to clear my head and when he parked beneath some pines and pulled me to him I melted --- again without thought. The next several minutes are hazy. I remember being kissed several times and a warm rush spreading from my center down my thighs. I remember thinking how pleasant it felt. Then there was the strange feel of a cool breeze on my naked breasts. From somewhere far in the back of my mind I registered the thought that I shouldn't be doing this but the front of my mind told me that it didn't matter in the least. My clothes seemed to fall away piece by piece and a few minutes later, I was no longer a virgin. I wish I could remember more of what happened that night. It must have been relatively pleasant because I was neither bruised nor sore the next day. All I remember, though, is riding home in Bobby's convertible, my head on his shoulder and his tee shirt between my legs to keep the blood from his upholstery. I'll say this for Bobby: he was more considerate than most guys like him. He continued to take me out for the rest of the summer and we had some very good times together. We had sex almost every time and it was Bobby who initiated me into oral sex. It was on our third date parked again under the pines on that mountain highway. I had freed him from his trousers and fondled and squeezed him till I was as hot as I had ever been in my brief sexual life to date. He urged my head down toward his lap where his erection waited for me. I had heard about oral sex from girlfriends and from the older, more experienced waitresses at work. I had also read about it in popular magazines and I admit that I was eager to try it. I closed my eyes and began to kiss the head of his cock. The rank, man smell of him was intoxicating and soon I was licking up and down his shaft. I felt him shift a little and then his hand rested on the back of my head. With his other hand he forced the tip of his now-rigid cock against my lips. "Take it, Julia," he said softly but insistently. I took it. I felt it slide over my wet lips and enter my mouth, a big slick mushroom cap that exuded heat and urgency. Instinctively my hand found his testicles in their velvety sack and squeezed lightly. Bobby began to move his hips up and down in time with my head bobbing and before I could even anticipate it a spurt of hot salty semen hit the back of my throat. I hadn't even thought of how to handle it if he came but my mind instantly fastened on the necessity to keep my cool and not let him see how flustered I really was. I gulped and swallowed, then let most of his cum run out across my lips and onto my chin. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last of his cum fell in a warm streak onto my face from my right eye across my nose to my left cheek. Bobby trembled in the ecstasy of release. He rolled his cock across my face and lips; I licked and sucked him gently to ease him down. When it was over, he relaxed and held my cum-streaked face between his hands in a shaft of moonlight, gazing at what I now know is an erotic sight for most men. Finally I wiped my face clean and later Bobby slid over to the passenger's seat and pulled me down on his lap. He teased me a little with the head of his cock but then helped me to settle my drenched pussy slowly down onto his long, thick prick. I was treated to another revelation in a summer of discovery: being on top and riding his hard-again cock felt better than anything else I had felt before! But it was the oral sex that I remembered, that stayed vivid in my mind to the point of distraction as I went about my duties in the restaurant. For the next two weeks before time to head for the campus, I gave Bobby a blowjob almost every night. I was captivated, stricken with the sensation of his iron-hard cock in my mouth. Nothing gave me the hot thrill that sliding my wet lips over and around his big, fleshy knob did. On one notable occasion I begged him to let me suck him off a second time instead of fucking. He laughed and gave in and shot his cum all over my face. In the end, I knew Bobby wasn't "steady boyfriend" material so when it was time to leave for our respective universities, we parted with no promises of keeping in touch. I've never seen Bobby since that summer, but I'll always be grateful to him for launching me so gently and so well into my sexual life. College was a new world for me. I was away from my parents for the first time in my life. I knew no one and for a while I returned to the studious ways I had adopted in high school. It wasn't long, however, before I began dating. I had begun to cultivate a sexier image, paying more attention to my clothes, hair and makeup than I had before. I played a cautious game, behaving in a demure and proper fashion till I worked my way up the social ladder. Once I was dating the more desirable men on campus, I loosened up and allowed them a few intimate privileges. The strategy worked better than I could have hoped. More and better dates came my way. I dined in the best restaurants, went to the most prestigious parties and even got taken on football weekends to other colleges. Instead of the back seats of cars, we went to hotels and motels and even to the homes of permissive older friends. I became known among an exclusive circle of desirable men for my expertise at felatio. I always satisfied, never quit before they did, and allowed them to leave their cum in my mouth or on my face or tits --- whatever pleased them. I was introduced from one guy to another and soon had a string of followers, all wealthy or relatively so, and all of whom I had gone down on. Only a very few were afforded the privilege of fucking me and then only with the safest precautions. Then, during my sophomore year, I met Quint. Quint was a biker and a part-time student. He took a course or two each semester and avoided talking about what he did the rest of the time. I fell for his rough and ready manner in a big way. He turned out to be my "bad boy" adventure. He never took me to any of the nice places that I frequented with other dates. In fact, he rarely took me out at all. But he often took me to the house on the edge of town where he lived with two or three other bikers --- the number varied from time to time --- where we would spend an evening or a weekend in his room in glorious sexual indulgence. Once, I was naked for two full days. We phoned out for food and beer and watched TV between bouts of love making and raunchy sex. I must have blown Quint a dozen times that weekend, often because my labia were too sore to accommodate him again. Quint was rough; most of the sex we had left me bruised from his rough fondling and stinging from his slaps on my bottom. My tits often hurt from his strong sucking and pinching but I was sexually satisfied in a way that I hadn't been before. He loved the illusion of forcing me to go down on my knees and take him in my mouth so I played the role for him, turning my face away and making him force his cock between my lips. His favorite position for fucking was with me on my knees and elbows and him on his knees behind me. I didn't mind; I found it extremely satisfying. When I was at the biker house, I was "his girl," never expected to cozy up to the other guys although I gave a quick blowjob to one of them once when Quint went out to buy beer and pizza. It was a gamble and I spent the next two days terrified that Quint would find out. But the guy was so charming and had such a thick, satisfying cock that I just went down on him and got a mouthful of hot thick cum before I even thought about consequences. When I wasn't at the house with Quint I resumed my on-campus dating; it didn't seem to bother him at all that I saw other guys and he never asked what I did for them. It was confusing. Quint seemed jealous when it came to the other bikers but completely unconcerned about the guys on campus. The whole episode with Quint ended one cold March night when he and a biker buddy were arrested only an hour after they held up a liquor store. He got ten years and I never saw him again but my time with him had changed me more than perhaps I realized at the time. I became less discriminating in whom I dated and, although I kept up appearances and the BMOC's never really went away, I began having other adventures. I picked up guys in the library, classes, the student union, just anywhere at all really and coming on to them outrageously until they took me back to their rooms or out in their cars for sex. I usually limited it to oral sex; I didn't really want anything from them. The satisfaction for me lay in seducing them. In a word, I was becoming a slut. I continued this behavior with some modification through my junior year. At the end of that year I was enjoying a rare afternoon with my women acquaintances when one of them introduced me to her cousin Harold Branson, a dentistry student from the medical school across town. He was tall, lanky, quiet and had an endearing boyish shyness about him that I found irresistible. We dated through the summer and my senior year and married after my graduation the next spring. We spent our brief honeymoon in Florida, then zipped back for Harold's last year of dental school. Harold was a gentle and considerate lover. We had gone to bed a few weeks after we met and kept up a lively sex life right up until the wedding. He was very conventional, and seemed thrilled with the enthusiastic way that I participated. One night, after several drinks and dancing, we got naked and turned on in Harold's apartment and I went down on my knees. I gave him my best effort: a blowjob that would have had any of my former dates --- or Quint for that matter --- rocketing into orbit. But I got only a lukewarm reaction from Harold. I wondered about it but shrugged it off. After all, his enthusiasm for coital sex was not in doubt. If I missed the excitement of lovers like Quint and some of the others, Harold made up for it with a confidence in the future that I found comforting and peaceful. I began to have thoughts of settling down. After all, I had had almost four years of wild and riotous sex with countless lovers and the domestic urges that catch up with most women sooner or later were making themselves felt in me. Harold had done two hitches in the army before spending a couple of years at the same college I had attended, then beginning dental school and so was about ten years older than I. He had another year to go before he could begin practice so I went to work and supported him while he finished. I had no cause to regret the decision. Once established, Harold's natural charm won over patients and the practice became rapidly successful. And he was never stingy with the money; I had everything I needed and a lot of what I wanted. And so it went. Two children appeared on the scene. We moved to an exclusive suburb. We traded in one of our cars every other year. We joined a country club. I joined the Junior League. Life became very comfortable, very predictable and for a long time I found no reason to complain. Sex had become as predictable and routine as the rest of our lives but I felt no deprivation. Harold let me know in a considerate way that he preferred the conventional to the exotic so we grew accustomed to a twice a week ritual of missionary position coupling with an occasional departure for the woman superior. And I was happy with that until that fateful Monday morning. We had been to a party at the country club the evening before and I had danced with several men. Two or three of them gave me a breathless feeling as they held me in their arms and that old time tingle began in my thighs. Maybe that was the spark that ignited the fire. At any rate, Harold and I made perfunctory love that night when we got home and he was soon asleep, pushed under by a heavier than usual week at the office, a strenuous eighteen holes of golf on Saturday and too much alcohol Sunday night. I lay awake, mildly frustrated, for an hour or two, then drifted off with no more thought of it. I began the next day in a sexually aroused state; my nipples were hard and heat radiated through my veins, not my usual morning condition. Harold left for his practice, I got the kids off to school and was left alone to wonder why I was so horny. Best thing to do, I reasoned, was to get out of the house so I dressed and drove across town to an up-scale shopping center. I browsed boutiques for about an hour, then went into Barnes and Noble. Without planning it, I found myself in front of the shelf devoted to sexuality. I picked up a book entitled "Women's Sexual Fantasies" and thumbed through it stopping to read here and there. I was immediately turned on! Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment as I felt moisture seeping from my labia. I took the book, grabbed a couple of women's magazines from the display and checked out. I crossed to the Starbucks entrance and ordered an iced latte to cool off. I plopped down at the only table available, one intended for four, and thumbed through one of the magazines with trembling fingers, breathing deeply to get control over my racing libido. Why was this happening to me? "Excuse me. Do you mind if we share your table?" Two young guys stood looking down at me, cups in hand. I said yes and tried to concentrate on my magazine and latte. They were both good looking and energetic, probably students at the near-by university --- just what I didn't need in my present state! They sat and opened a large coffee table book and began animatedly discussing some of the pictures. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I asked, "What's so interesting, guys?" "Oh, This is a book on ancient Greece. It has some terrific photos of the Theater at Ephesus. We're constructing a model as a project for a theater history class." The taller one moved closer to the corner of the table and showed me the photo. Our knees accidentally touched and a thrill shot through me. My God! I thought, Get a grip! You're out of control! They explained to me about the structure of the ancient theater, the scene building, the seating, and the orchestra, which I learned meant "dancing circle." It was wasted on me but I could see that they enjoyed exercising their knowledge. I could also see that they were interested in me. I've been picked up dozens of times in my younger days and I've picked up guys. I know the signs. The question was, would I allow myself to be picked up or not? The taller one, whose name was David, kept looking into my eyes as he explained about Greek theater tradition. His light gray eyes looked much deeper and held mine a few seconds longer than would have been expected. Brad, the other one, let his arm fall casually against mine. I didn't withdraw. The conversation went on and I felt David's knee press against mine with an unmistakable question. The moment was here! What I did in the next split second would determine the direction I would go. I thought of Harold, the kids, my position and a dozen other reason to flee in that split second. Then I took a shuddering breath and started to pull my knee away. But I could not! With an impulse all its own, my body betrayed my good intentions and I felt my knee returning David's pressure, answering his inquiry with one of my own. His smile was hypnotic. I felt Brad's fingers brush across the back of my hand and almost before I was aware of it I found myself accepting an invitation to come to their apartment and see their model of the theater they were trying so hard to explain to me. I had been picked up! And I was not only willing but growing more eager by the moment! As I slid into a seat in their Mustang I made a last attempt at propriety. "I can't stay but just a minute, have to get home for the kids." It was eleven o'clock in the morning. The kids wouldn't be home till three-thirty. At their apartment, I made a polite show of being impressed with the half-finished model although I had no idea what I was looking at. David asked if I wanted a drink. "We have sodas, store-bought iced tea, fruit juice and some white wine from last week's party." Before I could stop myself I said, "Wine would be nice, thanks." I sat on the sofa and listened as they told me of their work as theater technicians. David came and sat very close to me. He had a great wit and made me laugh which, together with the wine, went a long way toward relaxing me. When I felt his hand caress my bottom I quickly downed the rest of the wine. He squeezed and I took his wrist, gently pulled his hand away, and said in a half-hearted voice, "No, you mustn't . . ." but his lips captured mine in a soft but insistent kiss and I felt myself begin to melt. He pulled me tight against him and the kiss went on. I felt Brad squeeze in on my other side and begin kissing my neck; his hand slid up my thigh and squeezed. I tore my lips from David's and turned to face Brad; a protest formed in my mind but it died as his lips pressed against mine. David's hand covered my left breast and squeezed. My nerves jangled with fear and with something else, a thrill that I hadn't known since those nights in Bobby's car under the pines. Again, I teetered on the edge of decision and finally fell down on the side of surrender. The wine glass was taken from my hand and I dropped it to David's thigh, squeezing his hard muscle through his jeans. Brad began working my pantyhose down my legs and I cooperated as best I could. David continued fondling my tits through my dress and giving me long, wet kisses. His tongue was hot in my mouth and I gave him mine willingly. My pantyhose were off and Brad's hands stroked up and down my bare thighs, then I felt his hand cover my mound and squeeze. God, I was hot and ready! I wanted nothing so much as to be fucked by one or both of these bold young men. I moaned softly as Brad's fingers slipped between my wet labia. Julia's Reawakening When David stood up, unzipped and pulled out his splendid cock, every bit of anxiety dropped away. I melted and went right to work slipping my lips around it and sucking it as if I'd been doing it all my life. God, it felt good! Wonderful! Because Harold doesn't care for oral sex, I hadn't had a man's cock in my mouth for years. I used to love sucking off my dates in college and I missed it! I didn't realize how much until David's thick shaft invaded my mouth on that extraordinary morning. The head was spongy and the shaft was hard as iron! My lips glided up and down as if I'd been doing it every day. Oh, those twenty-something guys are hard! Brad was seated behind me. He opened the front of my dress and was soon caressing and squeezing my bare tits with one hand while he continued to stroke the fingers of the other in and out of my sopping pussy. I was beginning to think in gutter language --- tits, pussy, cock! --- My mind went dizzy with lust. One strange young man was sitting behind me feeling me up and fingerfucking me --- and doing a damned good job of it --- while I was sucking the cock of yet another young stranger and loving every second of it! God! Was this any way for the wife of a successful dentist and a member of the Junior League to behave? "Mm! Julia! That feels great!" David murmured, "How's her pussy, Brad?" "Wet!" Brad replied, "I mean, really wet! I think Julia is enjoying herself a lot." "That true, Julia?" David asked quietly, caressing my hair, "Are you enjoying this?" My mouth came off of his swollen head with a pop. "Yes!" I gasped, "Yes! Yes! Yes to anything you want to do!" "Brad, we should make sure that Julia enjoys this as much as possible. What do you say?" "Sure." Brad said. With that, David sat down beside me and they began to caress and feel me up in earnest. Their hands roamed over my tits, squeezed my bottom and stroked my thighs. I had a cock in each hand, squeezing and stroking. They took turns fingerfucking me till I was near orgasm. David whispered in my ear. "We want you to suck us off, Julia. Suck us till we come in your mouth. That OK with you?" ""Yes!" My voice was a raw rasp of passion. I felt their hands leave me as they stood. "Take your clothes off for us. We want to see you naked." They began to strip off their jeans and shirts and I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. They had my tits out and my skirt up to my waist as it was. I'd never been so thoroughly felt up in my life. My face was burning and my knees were so weak I couldn't have stood if my life had depended on it. They stood before me slowly stroking their cocks. I struggled with trembling fingers to get out of my dress. Finally, I finished unzipping and unhooking and pulled the dress off over my head. The guys pulled me up on wobbly knees in my bra and panties and embraced me. "We'll take care of the rest," David whispered. My hands found their hard young buns and their cocks sprang up between my thighs. David began sucking my tits, biting gently at the nipples. Brad stroked and squeezed my bottom. Then suddenly Brad's fingers were in my soaking cunt again. I was nearly delirious! "Are you going to fuck me now?" I asked. "Soon, Julia, soon," David replied, "Let's take our time and enjoy this. We want to know every inch of your beautiful body." While David removed the last of my underwear, I licked Brad's lovely cock. His was a bit smaller than David's but just as rock-hard and satisfying! "Hold my balls in your hand," he whispered. I cupped them and rotated them with my fingers, feeling with pleasure the soft sack they nestled in. I had got hold of myself a little and was enjoying the feel of the two hard young bodies. I basked in their attention and gave myself over to the pleasure of their hands and mouths and cocks. Harold floated through my mind once or twice but caused me no anxiety at all! Soon, Brad pushed me to my knees before him and ran the head of his cock across my face and over my lips. I licked him. I shivered at the taste of him on my tongue. By this time I was so thoroughly overcome by lust that I was completely helpless. I was on my knees licking and sucking Brad's cock like the slut I had been in college --- the slut I always knew I was. I felt David kneel behind me and his hands come around to cover my tits. My nipples were flinty hard and he rolled them between his thumb and finger, squeezing till he gave me some delicious pain. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear as he mauled my tender breasts. "Julia! You have such lovely tits! A real woman's tits, soft and warm! Would you like me to hurt you a little?"I pulled my mouth away from Brad's prick long enough to give my consent. I uttered a little yelp as his fingers pinched hard on my nipples and twisted. The sensation was powerful and electrifying. Heat shot through my veins and my stomach became a pit of molten lava. Brad was slapping my cheeks and lips with his cock, rubbing it all round my face before thrusting it between my lips for more sucking. I sucked furiously. David left his place behind me, pushed me back against the bed and stood in front of me. Both of their cocks now waved before my face. I sucked first one and then the other. David stroked his rapidly while Brad seemed content to let me set the pace and do what I would for him. David came first, flooding my mouth with warm, salty semen. "Oh, God, Julia!" he shouted, "Oh shit, that's good! Damn, you're a great cocksucker! Mm! Mm! Mm!" I swallowed most of his cum and let the rest slide down my chin. I turned to Brad and he came almost the instant my lips closed around his shaft. He reacted by holding my head and thrusting in and out with short strokes. His moans were quiet but intense. "Oh, Julia, baby! Suck it some more!" he said quietly, his voice full of heat, "That's it! That's it! A little more! A-H-H-H-h-h-h!" I swallowed some more but most of Brad's cum ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. I was gasping for breath. Both guys caressed my face with their cocks, spreading their cum around till my face was coated with a mess of warm, sticky semen. I captured first David's cock and then Brad's in my mouth and licked them clean, sucking gently as they softened between my lips. Their gasps and groans of release were such music! I hadn't had that kind of reaction for years. Harold often grunted, even moaned a little as he came but nothing like the hedonistic expressions of gratification and appreciation that these young guys uttered. We sat on the floor and leaned back against the bed. My cunt was still on fire but the excitement of their climaxes had brought me to a minor orgasm of my own so I was able to sit back and take the drink of orange juice that David brought me. The guys sat on either side of me, their limp cocks resting wetly against their thighs. "Man! That was great, Julia!" David said quietly. "Terrific!" added Brad. "Well, gee whiz, fellas, I hope we're not finished yet." "Nope! Not if you don't want us to be." "Not by a long shot," they both assured me. Our break lasted maybe twenty minutes before they began to stroke my thighs and slip their fingers inside me again. Brad gave my titties such a soft and loving sucking that I thought I might come from that alone! My legs were spread wide, one hooked over each of theirs. David's fingers spread the slippery lips of my cunt apart and massaged them expertly. I lay my head back against the mattress and allowed the warm waves of sexual anticipation to build inside me. "Let's get Julia onto the bed," David whispered and I felt their strong arms lift and settle me on the sheets. Naturally, they wanted to fuck me. The adventure wouldn't have been complete without some pussy to remember. They each took a turn, David first. He took me from behind as I lay on my side on the bed. He had the longer cock and knew how to thrust! He fucked me hard, harder than I had been fucked in many months. I felt a wide smile settle across my face as his hard-again cock slid in and out, rubbing with a delightful sensation across my clit and filling my inner passage in a most satisfying way. "Oh, David!" I heard myself murmur, "Don't stop! . . . Please don't stop! . . . That is so . . . so . . . so wonderful!" "Mm! I love your pussy,, Julia," he rasped in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you for a long time!" "Yes! Do! Don't ever stop! . . . Oh, God! . . . OH, YES! Just like that! . . . Oh! . . . Oh! . . . OH! . . . David, you have such a wonderful prick! . . . Make me come . . . Please!" David increased the tempo of his thrusting a little . . . then a little more! For long minutes he fucked me as I continued to encourage him. My skin began to prickle and I shivered with pleasure as his strong cock pulled me toward the pinnacle I had been yearning for. Suddenly, a volcano erupted in the center of me and molten lava ran through my veins. I heard my voice as I loosed a long rasping "A-H-H-H-h-h-h!" David pulled my hips back hard against him and held his cock deep inside me as I shuddered through a titanic orgasm. He held himself inside me for a long time as I swam back to reality, then he was gone from me. I felt myself lifted, turned and settled again, this time astride David's legs. His cock pushed up into my still-yearning cunt and it seemed to fill me even more! His hands gripped the cheeks of my bottom and squeezed. I responded by pushing my pelvis up and down. He slapped one cheek experimentally and I made a soft little sound of encouragement. He slapped harder, then hard enough to sting. I rotated my hips, grinding his cock inside me. He continued to spank me up and down my thighs and hard on my now-blazing ass! Images of Quint flashed in my mind. I squealed and gyrated harder, fucking myself with his rigid rod. Suddenly, Brad was before me, standing on the bed, his cock inches from my face. He smiled down at me and moved forward, caressing my lips and chin and cheeks with his hard-on. "Hi, there!" I said, "How sweet of you to offer." I enveloped his cock head with my lips and began a soft sucking. Oh, the sensation! I had one thick hard cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy and another slipping between my lips! Never had I serviced two men at once before and the passion that wracked my body was of an intensity that I had never felt before. Another incredible orgasm rioted through me. Hands lifted me and lay me on my back. Strong arms held me tight as I sobbed and gasped. Then it was Brad's turn. His cock was smaller but he made up for it with energy. I could tell he wanted to make me come, too so I relaxed completely and moaned as he teased my clit with the head of his cock. "Please, Brad! Please!" I whispered to him, "I need you so bad!" He smiled down at me and slipped the head inside me, moving it up and down with his hand. I placed my hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eye. "Brad, I need you! Fuck me, Brad, please fuck me and make me come!" He came into me deep and hard then, thrusting with such ferocity that I felt myself begin to burn again! My tits flew as he ravaged my pussy. His fingers gripped my thighs painfully. There will be bruises, I thought, and Harold will see them and I don't care! I came twice while Brad was plowing into my sopping cunt! I was giddy with orgasmic delight! These two young men had fucked me into paradise! As I surfaced from my last orgasm, they began feeling me up again, mauling my tits and thighs and ass and I was soon as hot as before. They sat side by side on the bed and pushed me down on my knees before them. They didn't have to push very hard; I wanted those two hard, young pricks between my lips again! I sucked them both, going from one to the other and changing as soon as I felt one getting close to coming. Freed from my own needs, I could attend to theirs. I teased each of them by bringing him close, then sending the wave back out to sea again as I switched my attentions to the other. I glanced up at David, making eye contact as I squeezed his cock and drew my tight lips slowly up his rigid shaft. My other hand caressed Brad's balls, keeping him hard. I swirled my tongue around David's super sensitive head. His hips bucked and I quickly slipped away to take Brad's cock between my lips. I slid down his shaft till my nose was buried in the springy hair at its base. After a few strokes up and down his delicious cock I felt him stiffen and heard him grunt. I went immediately back to David. I bit him gently and playfully this time as I held him in my mouth then went back to Brad. Finally, David could stand it no longer. He got up on his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair and fucked my mouth for a long minute. Then he pulled away and said, "We want to come in your mouth again, Julia!" "Yes! OK!" I managed to gasp out. I gripped both their cocks and squeezed and pumped. Brad was twisting my nipples. "I want to taste your cum," I said, shocked at my own brazen use of such slutty language. David came first again, flooding my mouth with rich, hot cum while I pumped his cock hard with tight fingers! I caressed his balls, milking them for as much as I could get and swallowed every drop. Then I dropped my mouth quickly to Brad's cock. He was squeezing it hard in an attempt to keep from coming till I could get there and as soon as my lips slipped over his cock head he exploded a geyser of cum that hit the back of my throat, then filled my mouth again. I massaged his balls as I had done for David and he bucked and twisted in my mouth. Cum ran from my lips and dropped onto my tits. At last Brad fell back on the bed, spent. I gulped and swallowed and they watched as I licked cum from my lips and fingers. They let me shower and freshen up and when I emerged from the bathroom, dressed and respectable, they both embraced and kissed me. "Now boys, don't mess me up again," I said. They laughed and let me go. "Julia," David started. "Yes?" "We --- uh --- we sort of got more than we expected. I mean it was just terrific and we were wondering . . . That is we hoped . . ." "That I might come back again sometime?" "Yeah! Would you?" "Do you have a phone number?" "Sure!" Brad hastened to write it on a note pad, tore the page off and gave it to me. I zipped it into a small compartment inside my handbag. "I'll think it over and let you know," I said "Great! How about next week?" I smiled, gave each of them a soft kiss and left. Sure, I thought, if I can wait that long!