4 comments/ 60576 views/ 9 favorites Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 01 By: RomanCEisdead2 Julia had just reached her 45th birthday. It was a lonely one, as her husband of twenty years had passed on three years earlier. He had appeared healthy, but unknown even to him had suffered from a congenital heart defect. The end was both swift and surprising; he phoned her to say he wasn't feeling well and was on his way home. Three hours later she was desperately trying to find out what had happened to him when a police car pulled up outside. She had only ever known one lover; John and now she had lost him. Sex had been enjoyable but their respective lack of experience meant that it was always pretty straightforward. Very occasionally Julia would masturbate, but always felt both embarrassed and guilty afterwards. She never committed this act when her husband was alive. Billy -- their son -- was now off at University, only returning home for the holidays. So, she spent most of her time alone. She hadn't worked for many years, both she and her husband had believed in the need for a parent (usually the Mother) to be at home for a child. Left comfortably off Julia was, however, bored. She needed something to occupy herself and finally decided to complete the education that she had abandoned so many years before. Having made up her mind she became determined to go back to college and obtain her degree; a BA in English. Julia made a number of applications before she was finally accepted for an interview at a reasonably local institution. But, the morning of the appointment became one of trial and tribulation. First; she overslept -- not by much, but enough to put her ill at ease. Then, the washing machine broke during a spin cycle. She had to extricate the sopping clothes and then spend time hanging them out on the line (at least the weather was in her favour). Then, when she returned indoors, she discovered that there had been a localised power failure and the clocks had stopped. Originally, Julia had scheduled herself just over an hour to get to the college (it was only a twenty minute drive away, but she didn't want to take any chances). However, by the time she was ready to leave she only had thirty minutes left. Naturally, the day going the way it was, the car refused to start. Julia felt like crying. Clearly, she wasn't meant to go back to education. Just as she stood looking forlornly at the unfamiliar workings under the bonnet of the vehicle, she heard a loud engine noise. Looking up she recognised Steve, one of Billy's old school friends. He was a motor mechanic and nowadays rode a powerful bike. Steve took in the scene and turned his bike around, pulling into the driveway behind the car. He dismounted and pulled of his helmet, his long, light brown hair catching the sunlight. His smile was almost as bright. "Hi, Mrs Gill," he said. "Having problems?" "Am I glad to see you Steve! The car won't start and I've got an interview in about twenty five minutes." It took Steve no more than three minutes to ascertain that the problem was not easily fixable. "Sorry, Mrs Gill. I can fix it, but it would take me an hour to get the part. You'll have to get a minicab." "But there isn't time!" she wailed. "It'll take at least ten minutes for one to get here." Steve scratched his head. "Well, it's up to you, but I could always give you a lift on my motorbike. I've got a spare helmet on the back." Julia had always hated motorcycles and had expressly forbidden her son Billy to even ride on one, let alone buy one. But, it was her only hope of making it on time. It only took seconds to make up her mind, but the questions it then raised were still to be answered. She had considered that she should feel and act confidently in this interview and as a result had relied upon 'power dressing', which meant a suit consisting of skirt and jacket. But, for a reason she couldn't readily explain, she had donned stockings and suspenders. How would she be able to maintain her modesty straddling a motorbike? It was an ungainly process and she hooked her handbag over her shoulder to keep it out of the way. Steve had started and then turned the bike around, waiting for her to get on, but there was no way she could mount without parting her legs. Fortunately, the skirt was lightweight and pleated, meaning that she had some leeway. In the end, she placed a foot on the pedal grabbed the hem of her skirt, front and back, between her legs and then swung her knee over. Once on, she attempted to tuck the material under her legs to keep it secure. Steve took off almost straight away, forcing her to grab around his waist for security. Steve drove quickly, but safely, managing to use the bike's power and narrow profile to make up time. Meanwhile, Julia held on tight, leaning forwards against him. With her knees parted and her body leaned forward, she was pressing her pubic area into the leather seat. At first, the fear of riding as a pillion passenger was all that occupied her mind, but as she became more used to it she also became aware of the vibrations she was feeling. By the time that Steve pulled up outside the college entrance, Julia was beginning to succumb to the effects of her journey. Much to her surprise she was feeling aroused. She stepped off, feeling a little dizzy and took off the helmet. She smoothed her hair which she had fortunately tied in a ponytail, before thanking Steve and hurrying inside. After all the problems of the morning, the interview went unbelievably well. As part of her application she had been asked to include a short essay. The man interviewing her had been very impressed and told her that this meeting was a mere formality. When she left no more than thirty minutes later she was already assured of a place. Julia walked out into the sunshine wearing one of the biggest grins of her life. "Congratulations!" called Steve. She was confused; firstly because she had not expected him to hang around, but also because she couldn't understand how he knew. "I assumed from the way you came out skipping and smiling that you got accepted?" "That obvious, huh?" "Yep." "Well, it's not absolutely certain yet -- not until I get the confirmation letter, but that should be put in the post later today." "That's brilliant! Good for you." "I owe you a great deal for getting me here on time, Steve." "I tell you what, how about we go get something to eat in order to celebrate?" Julia thought for a moment before replying. She hadn't had anything to celebrate for a while -- and moreover, nobody to celebrate with. At the back of her mind a little voice was reminding her that Steve was the same age as her son, but the front of her mind was telling her that it would be nice to be seen with a handsome young man. She was about to embark on a new academic life, why not try starting afresh with her social life? "Um, OK then. Where shall we go?" "I know this lovely little pub by the river. It does nice, simple food." It was only then that Julia remembered the earlier bike ride. She climbed on, clutching at her skirt. Steve took off quickly again, but this time she didn't have enough time to trap the material under her legs. The folds flapped in the breeze as they drove. She clung on tight again and leaned into him. Every now and then she caught a glimpse of her own stocking tops and hoped that nobody else did. Just about the time that she started to enjoy the feel and smell of Steve's leather jacket, she also began to feel the sensations that the earlier ride had engendered. Not that she had ever experimented in that way, but she imagined that the thrumming must be similar to how a vibrator would work. It was certainly doing something to her now and she was beginning to enjoy it. Her skirt flapped even more as they drove down quiet country lanes and she was shocked to be able to see her panties. The white cotton gusset was darkened where her pussy had leaked. By now Julia was gasping. The wonderfully familiar tingling was beginning in her core and starting to spread. The pub came into sight just then and by good fortune Steve made for the far entrance. This meant that he was able to park quickly. Had he pulled into the nearer one, he would have had to drive slowly across the unmade up parking area. Those extra seconds might have tipped the scales for Julia. As it was, when he switched of the engine she was almost at the point of orgasm. She slithered from the bike and had to hold on to prevent her legs giving way. Whether or not Steve knew what was happening to her she wasn't sure. But she took her time and made out that she was fumbling with the clasp of the helmet in order to try and get herself under control. She took hold of Steve's arm as they walked across the car park, legs still weak. Her panties felt totally soaked. The inn was fairly relaxed and nobody seemed to be concerned that Steve was dressed in leathers. When they sat down at a table he took his jacket off to reveal a white t-shirt. Maybe it was just a size too small, but it seemed to form itself to his muscles. Julia mentally noted that he was a far cry from the gangling youth that she once knew. Steve wouldn't drink alcohol -- not even one -- as his job depended upon being able to drive, but he insisted that Julia should celebrate with some wine. He told her it was his treat and bought a bottle of a crisp white that she enjoyed. During the meal they talked about reminiscences from Steve's youth and friendship with Billy. Eventually, they got onto Julia's ability to make any of his friends welcome when they turned up -- even the time when they (as a joke) all turned up -- unexpected - on the doorstep one evening at 8pm. Julia was unfazed and welcomed them all in -- about seven or eight young men -- and promptly asked if they'd eaten. When they shook their heads meekly she then proceeded to cook and serve hamburgers and chips for them all. "I remember that," she said. "I thought it was odd that you all just turned up like that." "Well, we did it a few times. Usually to someone who had said that they didn't want to go out that evening. In your case it backfired." He paused and then continued, "To be honest, we talked about maybe turning up again when Billy wasn't even there." "Oh, why?" A lopsided grin broke out on his face, "Just to see you, of course." "To see me? Why?" "You're kidding, right?" Julia shook her head vaguely. Steve sighed, "Because we all fancied you like mad!" Julia searched his face to see if he was being serious. "An old woman like me?" "Old? No. Mature? Well, maybe. I would just prefer to say 'an older woman'." She was still wondering if Steve was joking, but was flattered by the idea. "I suppose you lads must be prone to teenage crushes. I'm sure it didn't take long to wear off once you discovered girls of your own age." "Um, no." It was as if a vacuum had instantly been formed around them, sealing out the rest of the world. Julia was still trying to decide if she had understood him correctly when Steve spoke again. "I've certainly never stopped fancying you and I'd be surprised if the others have. I mean, you're incredibly sexy and good looking." "Steve!" she exclaimed. "You're making me blush!" "Are you blushing from embarrassment or pleasure?" That hit home. Yes, she was certainly feeling embarrassed. She was also pleased; it was a long time since anyone had paid her a compliment, let alone admitted to being attracted to her. But, the level-headed realist inside her advised caution. "I appreciate your compliments, Steve. But you can't honestly expect me to believe that a twenty one year old handsome, strapping man like you can get turned on by me, a forty five year old woman?" He paused a moment and took hold of her hand before speaking. "An attractive, beautiful woman with a figure any younger woman would die for?" He pulled her hand towards him and rested it on his crotch. "Yes," he whispered. "And does this prove it?" Steve's hand was still covering hers, but her palm could feel the heat of his erect manhood through the leather trousers. It felt big, strong and powerful, matching the look of the rest of his body. She was shocked, but didn't want to take her hand away. Reality came back slowly. Fortunately, the area of the pub they were in was deserted and nobody had seen their intimate contact. Julia took her hand away and placed it in her own lap, acutely aware of the feel of her suspender clasp through the material of the skirt. She longed to take his hand and place it there as he had done with hers. The thrill she felt from thinking that merely served to remind her of the dampened state of her knickers. "I... I don't know what's come over me." She instantly regretted the double entendre and made it worse, "I mean... it must be the bike ride." "So it had an affect on you, did it?" She blushed again. "Don't worry, it's not unusual. Most of my girlfriends enjoy it too." Suppressing a desire to grit her teeth, Julia said, "Do all motorbikes do that?" Steve smiled. "No, not all of them, this one just seems to... resonate that way." He stared at her with a slight smile on his face. "What?" she asked, wondering if she had inadvertently dribbled some food on her chin. "So how close did you get?" Julia frowned, not quite sure of his meaning. Then the light dawned. "Oh! Oh, er...um..." she coughed to silence. "I bet it was real close, huh? The way you had trouble standing up when we got here." The merest hint of a nod answered his question. "And how do you feel now?" "I... I can't tell you. It's not right. I can't... I need to...Oh." Julia looked wretched. Steve smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel the same and I couldn't stop from pushing. Perhaps if you're that desperate you'd better go and take care of business." He nodded towards the door leading to the Ladies toilets. Julia fled through the opening, hoping that nobody else would be in there. She raced through two doors and then stepped into one of the two cubicles (both of which were luckily unoccupied). Having pulled up her skirt, she frantically tugged at her panties -- and heard a rip as they came down. She pulled her foot out of her shoe and through the leg hole allowing her to part her legs properly. She felt every sensation, including the coolness of the floor on her stockinged foot. But these were all forgotten when her fingers reached her pussy. Her left hand bunched into a fist and she bit down hard to stop herself from squealing. The pubic hairs were already matted with her lubricating juices, the pussy lips were gaping. But she didn't get as far as penetrating her burning tunnel - her orgasm was almost immediate. Once more, the feelings of guilt and shame came over Julia when her body had calmed a little. This time was even worse; to masturbate in a public toilet -- and then to have a young man sitting waiting for her, knowing what she had done! Julia looked down at her panties. There was no way she could put them back on; not only were they wet and damaged, but they had been on the floor. She screwed them up tight and pushed them into one of the many compartments in her handbag. She used toilet paper to mop between her legs and wished she could leave the cubicle to wash properly. But she daren't risk being discovered like that at a basin. When she exited, she looked to see if there was an alternative way out, one that would mean she could avoid seeing Steve. But she was out of luck. Feeling sick and faint, Julia walked back out into the bar and tried to concentrate on moving normally. She could see Steve watching her as she approached. She sat back down. "Oh!" she said. Her pussy was still tender. "Feel better?" he asked. She averted her eyes and replied earnestly, "Honestly, I've never, ever done anything like that in my life before. I feel so ashamed." "Why feel ashamed? You were in need of release, so you found it." "Yes, but in a public toilet?" she hissed. "Better there than out here where somebody might have seen you. Somebody other than me that is." Even his words seemed to have an erotic affect on Julia. Was he saying that it was all right to masturbate in a public place as long as only he could see? Did he mean that he would want to watch her doing that? She asked herself how she would feel about it and discovered that she was either still aroused or becoming so all over again. She was having difficulty concentrating on his words as he spoke, continually thinking about him in sexual terms; what he would look like naked, how she would feel if she was sitting naked next to him right now. When his words finally began to filter through, he was saying, "You know, I think I should probably take you home now." The tingling anticipation of sitting astride the bike again was almost unbearable. She walked arm-in-arm with Steve across the car park and then watched as he fired up the motorcycle. He climbed on and then patted the seat behind him. Careless of whether anybody saw her stocking tops or not, Julia swung her leg over and sat down. "Ohhh!" she said. "What's the matter?" "I'd forgotten..." "Forgotten what?" She leaned in closer to him, feeling the soft warm leather pressing against her pussy. "That I had to take my panties off," she whispered. She couldn't believe that she had just told him that. He looked back over his shoulder and said conspiratorially, "I guess my seat is about to get a soaking then?" Julia quickly put the helmet on in order to hide her reddening face. Steve put his hand on the knee pressing against the outside of his thigh and ran it backwards, up under her skirt and onto the naked flesh above her stocking top. She shivered from his touch and wrapped her arms around his chest. Steve donned his helmet and gloves, put the bike in gear and took off. He drove slower than before and deliberately took a more meandering route back to Julia's house. Most of it -- fortunately -- was on empty country roads. With her skirt flying, she pressed hard against the motorcyclist's back and gave in to the vibrations that were making her want to hump the seat. It was about half a mile from home when she began a long, low moan that ended in a primal yell that Steve could hear even through the helmets and over the noise of the engine. Far from feeling the relief from an orgasm, the delicious massaging of the slippery leather seat just kept on stimulating her. She had to hold on tight to prevent herself falling off. The last four hundred metres was along the local roads leading to her house. She hoped nobody was watching as her skirt blew around revealing her legs and, maybe more. Steve had barely parked the bike, when Julia dragged him from the drive to the front door. She scrabbled in her purse for the front door key, dropping it twice in her haste. Once inside, she slammed the door and pushed him against the wall. She hadn't kissed a man since her husband, but her lips now felt afire and the only way to quench them was to join with those of the handsome young man in front of her. They kissed. It would have gone on for longer but for two things; the need to breathe and the need for sexual gratification. When their mouths parted Steve rotated so that Julia was now against the wall and dropped to his knees in front of her. He roughly pushed her skirt up to her waist, paused as he looked at her exposed and hairy pussy (she hadn't felt the need to keep it trimmed) and then moved his head closer. Julia's eyes flew wide. She looked down in shock; he was actually licking her down there! Her initial feeling of disgust lasted no more than a second as she gave way to his expert tongue. She felt it slither from the bottom of her slit right up to the top, where it concentrated on that delicate little hood. He sucked and nibbled at it before delving between the puffy, swollen lips. Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 01 Until today, Julia had never had more than one orgasm in a twenty four hour period. Now she was approaching her third in less than an hour. Her knees began to give way and she started to slide down the wall. But Steve pinned her there with his strong hands on her hips until she shook with the inevitable ecstasy of yet another climax. Steve stood and held Julia until she was able to support her own weight. They began kissing again and it took a few moments for her to realise that she was tasting her own pussy juices. Still aroused and feeling more liberated and daring than she ever had in her life, she unzipped Steve's jacket and pulled it from him. She then attacked his trousers, unfastening the belt, button and zip. She was only able to draw them down to his knees as the boots held them there, but kneeling in front of him she then saw the head of his fully erect penis jutting out from the gap in his boxers. Reaching out, Julia took hold of the shaft. It certainly was large -- much bigger than her late husband's. She wanted it inside of her pussy, but she could tell that Steve himself was yearning for immediate release. She had seldom sucked on her husband's dick, but she knew that he enjoyed the sensation. She decided that she wanted to repay her young lover for the pleasure he had given her and bent towards it. She licked her lips and opened her mouth as wide as possible. She only managed to get the head in, but was then able to use her tongue to swirl around the underside. She reached in and cupped his balls with one hand while stroking with the other. She hadn't intended sucking him until he came. In fairness she hadn't even thought that far ahead. Steve had been aroused for so long that he was unable to last for more than thirty seconds. The first that Julia knew was when liquid gushed into her mouth and overflowed out, dribbling down her chin. There was so much that she swallowed some and choked on the rest. She had never allowed her husband to go this far with her. She was shocked that Steve's penis was still spurting when she took it from her mouth. She looked down and saw how much come was sprayed across her suit and blouse. She could feel it dripping down her neck. Steve pulled up his leather trousers, but only fastened the button. He lifted Julia up off of the floor and then carried her upstairs to the bedroom. "First on the right," were the only words she had spoken since arriving home. Steve placed her on the bed and then helped her remove her jacket and blouse and bra. He gently cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples with his thumbs before unfastening her skirt and drawing it down her legs. He tossed the garment aside and removed her shoes as well. Standing and admiring her body clad only in stockings and suspenders he began to pull his boots off. He managed to keep his balance and not spoil the slightly bizarre strip tease. The trousers came off, then the t-shirt followed by the socks. Finally, he removed his underpants to reveal his still rigid dick. Julia looked at his magnificent body and couldn't resist slipping her hand down onto her aching pussy. "Are you finally going to put that thing in here? I don't think I can wait much longer." Steve smiled and moved onto the bed. As he crept closer Julia spread her legs wider. The young Adonis loomed above her and then she felt the head of his dick pressing against the entrance. He pressed forwards a couple of times and then, it popped through the resistance. "Ahhhhh!" Julia groaned as he slipped deeper and deeper. Once fully embedded, he paused for a moment allowing her to get used to its size, before making long, controlled thrusts. She looked down between their bodies and watched as all but the head slithered out of her pussy, before the shaft squelched back in. As Steve fucked her, Julia's mind wandered; she had never felt so turned on before -- she had never felt so filled before! And she had already done things today that only twenty four hours before, if somebody had suggested it to her, she would have laughed at them. She could still taste his come on her lips and some that had gotten away was still smeared by her ear. She wanted to be covered in his semen. She wanted to be disgusting, crude, used. Steve withdrew. "Turn over," he told her. "And get on all fours. Have you ever been fucked doggy-style?" "No, but I always wondered what it was like." Steve was still between her legs, so Julia had to bring one knee up to her chest in order to roll over. She could feel her stretched hole gaping. Once in position, she looked back over her shoulder, past the rounded curves of her buttocks towards the waving dick. He moved forwards and took hold of her ass cheeks, pushing them apart. Julia spread her legs a little more and then felt the underside of the shaft rub against her coccyx. Steve moved back a little and took hold of his cock, then rubbed it down the crack of her ass. She shivered as it passed her anus and then sighed as it parted her labia again. This time Steve wasn't quite so slow and gentle. Once inside he took hold of her hips and began slamming hard into her. Julia's ass cheeks were making a rapid slapping sound as his thighs made contact each time. He was attempting long strokes at the same time and once or twice he slipped out. He quickly repositioned and entered her when it happened, but the slick penis pushed against and rubbed past the star of her anus as it escaped. She was shocked at how delightful it felt. Steve was beginning to lose his balance as his orgasm approached. It helped Julia, as her own was closer, but with the disrupted rhythm her climax was delayed just enough to coincide with her partner. They both moaned loudly as they came together. Julia collapsed on the bed, with Steve still embedded and lying on top of her. He had made her feel like a slut and - she was surprised to admit it -- she loved it! Some time later they lay on the bed cuddling, having recovered enough to talk, Steve asked, "Well? Did you enjoy that? Was I a good enough lover for you?" Julia stared at him open-mouthed. "Are you joking?" she asked. "I'm not sure that I've ever come four times in a week before, let alone in a day!" "Good. I'm glad. You know I've fantasised about doing that with you for years now." "How many years?" It was a silly question, but she wasn't prepared for the answer. "Seven or eight." "Oh!" Julia was pretty shaken by the idea. She decided that she had better change the subject -- and quickly. "So, do you use your motorbike as an implement of seduction very often? You said that it turned some of your girlfriends on. I assume that you must have a fair bit of experience if it had the same affect on them as it did on me." "I never go without, if that's what you mean." "And do they act as rudely as I have done?" "Sometimes they can be even hornier." "Go on, tell me about them." "Well, for instance, after we've fucked, sometimes they still want more. So, they go down and lick my cock clean, getting rid of all the come and pussy juice. By the time they've finished I'm usually hard again. Those are the sluts who usually like it up the ass." Julia was shocked. Then (and she knew what she was doing and what it meant, but she couldn't help herself), she sat up, swivelled her legs around and moved her head towards Steve's genitals. She could smell the pungent aroma of his semen mixed with the scent of her own pussy juices. She poked out her tongue and slipped it around the head. The taste was slightly salty and sour, but not particularly unpleasant. She picked the penis up with her fingertips and licked up and down all around it. This close, she could also see that his testicles were moist, so she provided them with the same treatment. Her cleaning work done, Julia was determined to bring Steve back to erection. He was already semi-hard, so she decided to suck on him again. Not being quite as big in this state, she was able take almost half of his length into her mouth -- but not for long, as she soon felt him swelling, pushing her tongue down and the head pressing against her throat and almost making her gag. She pulled off a little and began rubbing while still using her tongue. As he rose to attention, Steve had been stroking Julia's conveniently positioned bottom. He ran his middle fingertip from the base of her spine, down between her cheeks, along her open pussy lips and onto her clitoris. "Mmph," she let out a muffled moan and sucked harder. Steve slipped two fingers into Julia's pussy and finger-fucked her for a while, before trailing his fingers up to her anus. She stopped sucking and held her breath, waiting. She felt a little pressure and then a finger slid in up to the second knuckle. It didn't hurt and she was surprised about that. The finger withdrew and was replaced by the other one. The process was repeated, gradually applying more and more lubrication. After getting used to this, she resumed fellating Steve's dick. Julia almost choked when Steve slipped both fingers into her ass. It hurt a little bit, but she soon forgot about that as he worked them all the way in. It was so dirty! She was being so dirty! Steve grabbed the woman's hair and growled, "I want to fuck your ass now, Julia." She knew he would want to, but now that the moment had come she was feeling nervous. "I'm not sure I want to. I mean, you're so big. Its going to hurt isn't it? Besides, it's not really... well, it's not very nice is it?" "Don't be a cock-tease Julia. You knew what to expect the moment you went down on me. You wanted to act like a slut and then be treated like one. So that's what I'm going to do." Steve pulled his fingers out and slapped both cheeks, hard. "Owwww!" she howled. Rising to a kneeling position she used both hands to rub the reddening flesh. "Now pull those cheeks apart for me," he ordered, placing his hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her forwards. Julia fell onto her hands and then lowered her head to the bed. With her forehead supporting her weight she then reached back and did as he had told her. He caught her by surprise when he plunged into her pussy first, coating his dick with juice. Then he pointed it at the slightly larger than usual opening of her anus. He had opened her up enough for the tip to push in without causing discomfort, but when he applied a little more pressure, the sphincter muscles resisted the head. "Ahhhh! No Steve, it hurts!! Two more slaps made her muscles relax momentarily and the head popped through. "Gnnnnn owwww! Please! It really hurts, Steve". "Do you want me to stop?" Before she could answer, he smacked her twice more. She then went to answer him, but felt four more strikes. She could feel her ass stinging and radiating a glow now. But more importantly, she could feel even more of his cock inside of her. The pain was still there, but it was either easing or she was getting used to it. With every nudge she could now feel it slipping in further. Steve dealt her two more slaps. Julia was surprised to feel a tingling in her pussy from this violent act. She reached back underneath herself and touched her clitoris. As she played with it the shaft reached its limit and his testicles nudged her knuckles. Now Steve waited, fully encased, until Julia was ready. He could tell that she was finding it easier as she began to masturbate in earnest. "What do you want me to do Julia?" he asked. "I... I want... I want you to... fuck me." "How?" "You know what I want, you bastard. Just do it will you?" She caved in, "Just fuck my ass, please?" She begged him. As Steve rocked his hips backwards and forwards Julia found herself being pushed up the bed, but she didn't stop frigging herself all the while. For a moment she though she was going to wet the bed as yet another amazing climax overcame her. She was still coming when Steve's cock spasmed and fired his ejaculate deep with her rectum. Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 02 This is the continuation of Julia's Sexual Adventure. I would recommend that you read Day 1 first, but it's not absolutely necessary. Roman Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 02 "I want... what you gave Steve." "How did he know?" she thought. "Wait, he couldn't possibly know. He's bluffing". "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't play the innocent... Julia. I watched your house for the next couple of hours until Steve left. There's no way that you can explain how come he was there so long." "He was... doing some... things for me." She hoped he would fall for that. Wrong. "I bet he was. I suppose that was why you were in a bathrobe when you saw him out." The small rock perched on chasm on which she was standing crumbled. She had no defence left. "What do you want?" "I told you. What you gave Steve; some pussy." "No. I can't, not that." "Well I guess I'd better go home and log on to YouTube then." "Wait! Wait; look how about if I did something else like...?" She dried up. He grinned evilly. "A blowjob?" he said. "It depends. It would have to be a good one." Julia's throat and jaw were still a little sore from Steve's earlier invasion. But she felt she was painted into a corner here. She slid off of the sofa onto her knees and crawled between Jimmy's legs. He didn't wait for her to get there and began pulling his jogging pants and underwear down. She was slightly relieved to discover that he wasn't anywhere near the size of Steve -- either in length of girth. She figured that Jimmy's inexperience would be his undoing and was determined to make him unload as quickly as possible. She licked along the length off his shaft from his testicles to tip of his penis. He squirmed when she did this, but almost fainted when she opened her mouth and slid down on it. She just seemed to keep sinking down and down until almost all of his cock had disappeared. It was so much easier than with Steve. She was even able to suck more powerfully. She could tell that Jimmy was close to coming already, so she bobbed her head rapidly and pretended to moan in enjoyment, hoping it would help. Julia knew when he was coming. Apart from the grunting sounds he made and the swelling of his penis in her mouth, his hand grabbing her hair and holding her down on his cock told her. She was ready this time and besides, his ejaculation was a lot less than Steve's. She managed to swallow it all, without even choking. When he had finished spurting, she licked his dick like a lollipop while looking directly at him. She finally stood up. "Well? Was that good enough for you?" she asked. "That was bloody fantastic!" he replied. Jimmy got dressed and she showed him to the door, but before she opened it she said, "Delete that video now, please." He pulled out the mobile and pulled up the file. He turned the instrument towards her with his finger poised on the button that would confirm deletion. "OK, but before I do, I want one more thing." "No. We had a deal." He turned the mobile away from her, looked at the frozen image and smiled. Then he looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "It's up to you." She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, then opened them again and said, "Give me the phone." "Not until you show me your pussy." She wished that Steve was there right now. He would soon sort the little sod out. But in the meantime... Julia took a deep breath before speaking, "All right you little bastard, I'll do what you want, but then that's it, all right?" She unbuttoned her cardigan and then unfastened her trousers before pulling the front waistband of her panties down, hoping that would satisfy him. Jimmy was shocked to see that Julia's pussy was bald -- what he could see of it, that is -- but it made him want to see it and touch it even more. "Not like that," he said. "Properly. Pull them right down to your ankles." Julia thought about turning away from him to do this, but then realised she would offering up her ass to him, so she remained facing Jimmy and hooked her thumbs inside the waistbands and then pushed them all the way down as instructed. She closed her eyes as she stood exposed to Jimmy's gaze, realising that for some bizarre reason she was getting aroused yet again. Before she could open her eyes again and stop him, Jimmy's hand darted between her thighs. She grabbed at his wrist to prevent it, but his fingers were already pressing against her slit. He held out the mobile phone. "You can have it if you let me have a feel." Desperate to prevent the video from being seen by anyone else, she made a grab for it. His reactions were slightly quicker and he moved it further away from her reach. She took as much of a step as she could with the restraint of her trousers around her ankles and stretched for it. Her pussy lips parted and Jimmy's finger slipped in -- just as she grasped the phone. She tried to concentrate enough to hit the delete button but it was very difficult. Jimmy was pushing his digit in and out and at the same time was rubbing across her over-sensitive clitoris. She heard the confirmation beep, rather than saw what she was doing. "I can't believe how wet you are. Sucking my cock must have really got you going. Open your legs a bit more so I can get another finger in." Julia was beyond resistance already. Her knees parted, making her stand in an awkward stance, but giving him free access to her crotch. Realising that she was capitulating, Jimmy took his time and made sure he had a good feel. "That smooth pussy of yours is soooo sexy! You're getting me hard all over again." She dreaded what she assumed was coming next; he wanted to fuck her after all. But nature came to her rescue. The thought of yet another fucking pushed her over the edge and she started to come on Jimmy's fingers. "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed, as he realised what was happening. "You're coming aren't you?" Julia shook, but didn't answer him. "Well? You are aren't you? Tell me." "Yes. Yes, Jimmy I'm coming! You wanked me and made me come." Jimmy lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He grinned, grabbed back his phone and then walked out the door, leaving it open. Julia was still half naked and lunged to shut it before anybody else saw her. She crumpled on the floor and sobbed, hand clasped between her thighs, wondering what was happening to her. Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 03 This is the third part of Julia's adventure. You don't have to read the previous parts, but it may explain some references within this story. Julia's Sexual Adventure - Day 03 Billy wiped the remaining come from his cock using Julia's hair and then moved aside to look at her. She looked so wanton lying there with her legs parted and her pussy wide open. She was panting from the effort and, having moved up onto her elbows, looked like a porn star. Her face was dripping with his issue. He wished he was still hard so that he could enter her again. Clearly she was still capable of being pleasured further. He smiled at an idea that he had. "I'm going to let you have my mobile phone now, but there's a bit of a catch." "What," she paused to lick yet another drip of come from her upper lip. "What are you talking about? We had a deal!" "Yeah, we had a deal and I'm keeping to it. I'm letting you have my mobile so that you can wipe it clean. But I want you to wait for a while before you delete the picture." "Why?" "Because I still want a bit of fun with you; after all, you want the phone and I'm going to give it to you. All you have to do is promise not to touch it for an hour or so." Julia was confused, but readily agreed to his terms – even though she didn't know what he was thinking. Billy jumped off the bed and grabbed his jacket that was hanging from the back of the bedroom door. He pulled out a pack of condoms and ripped one open. Julia watched, baffled, as he reached under his pillow and removed the mobile. Her eyebrows shot up as he proceeded to pull the latex over the phone and tie a knot to seal it in. When Billy moved back onto the bed Julia instantly knew what he intended. "No, you can't do that!" she protested. But before she could say anymore he was already easing it into her well-lubricated pussy. He slipped it all the way in, making sure that it was well embedded. "Now," he told her. "You can go home. But you can't remove it until I call you on the landline and tell you that it's OK." "Why should I do as you say? Once I'm indoors I can pull it out and get rid of that picture. What's to stop me?" She immediately regretted having spoken her mind and telling him what she intended. "Good point. Of course, you could do that. But we had an agreement and I've always assumed that you were a woman of your word. Besides," he went on with a smirk. "I think you kind of like being told what to do." Perhaps Julia should have objected. Perhaps in acceding to his demands she was showing that he was right; that she did enjoy being dominated like this. Billy threw her a towel so that she could wipe the come and sweat from her face and body. "Now get dressed and go home," he instructed. But as an afterthought added, "But don't bother with your underwear, you can leave them with me." Julia momentarily wondered if he was going to try and use them for blackmail, but then figured that there was no way that he could prove that they were hers, so she mentally shrugged her shoulders and got dressed without them. She'd already experienced being panty-less under a skirt, but going without a bra under her blouse was an entirely new sensation. As she moved, her breasts rocked from side to side and her nipples rubbed deliciously against the thin material. Looking down, she realised that it was obvious that they were erect. Slipping into her shoes she turned and headed out of the bedroom door. Her concerns about her nipples were soon forgotten, as she became more aware of the object buried in her pussy. It didn't exactly make it difficult to walk, but she did have to take smaller steps. Billy had the cordless landline phone in his hand. He had moved quickly to the front bedroom window as Julia walked downstairs. He watched her emerge from the front of the house and then dialled his number. "Ohhh!" Julia stopped dead, just as she was about to step off the pavement. The mobile had been set to vibrate and was ringing. She looked behind and saw Billy at the window grinning. She couldn't move – apart from her trembling knees. When the vibration stopped she ran as quickly as she could to reach her front door before Billy called again. She had almost made it – but not quite. "Ahhhh! You bastard Billy," she hissed. Her eyes were unfocussed as she attempted to find the key in her handbag by feel alone. She hoped that nobody else could see her. Another pause and she fought her way inside, only to hear her house phone ringing. "Yes!" she forced out. "Leave it in there Julia. Don't take it out," said Billy. "Now just hold on a moment while I dial using the other line." Julia had intended slipping her fingers up into her pussy to remove the mobile, but somehow she seemed unable to disobey Billy when she could hear his voice instructing her. "It's dialling, can you feel it yet?" Almost on queue the vibration began again. "Oh! Please, Billy. Stop it!" she moaned. "Tell me what it's doing to you." "It's... fucking me, Billy. It's going to make me come again if it doesn't stop." The buzzing stopped, but almost immediately the missed call alert forced her to her knees. And then Billy called his mobile again. She lost track of how many times this happened but, inevitably, she came once more and Billy cackled gleefully as he heard her shouts of passion. He waited until she had picked up the phone again and told her, "OK, Julia, I think you've had enough for one day. You can take it out now. You can let me have it back when you next see me." He hung up. Julia thought, "I never want to see you again." She pulled her clothes off and stumbled upstairs. She was hot, sweaty and desperately in need of a bath.