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Julie

By: logodaedelus



"Inattentive! What the fuck does he mean – inattentive?" Her mind was screaming out with a new sprung migraine from the tension of the day. Julie just could not get her brain to stop working despite the immense ache in her head. Nor could she stop ranting at the wall in her empty apartment it seemed. "Hanging on every word, smile, and heartbeat of his for eight years is not inattentive! It's fucking obsessive!" If it were not in the middle of the day, she would have quieted down by now. But one look at the cheerful sunlight streaming through the window set her off, seething once more.

Julie's voice was becoming hoarse after the three hours spent in her apartment; blathering everything she probably should have thought of earlier in the café when unexpected news was thrust upon her was not such a good plan. "How in holy Hell does he think he can call me that? I did everything he ever asked, insinuated –" 

Her voice trailed off and the tears took over again. She had not even cried when he told her; she could barely breathe then. Julie's blood had gone cold in her veins as she stumbled to the bathroom at the little bistro the two of them loved so much. After fifteen minutes of dry-retching at the toilet, she walked outside to find him gone. No note, no word – just gone. "Am I that easy to just throw away?!" she choked out between sobs. A little voice in her head answered as soon as she asked: Yes, and you always have been.

The shrill ringing of the phone caused her heart to leap into her throat. Rather than retrieve the wireless phone from her room she sank on to the floor, unable to come to terms with outside contact.

Five rings later the answering machine dutifully picked up. A voice Julie could not recognize as her own spoke in a perky tone. "You've called Julia's phone. Leave a message. What the beep."

"Julie, it's your mother. I just was wondering if you were ever coming back. Your father's birthday is coming soon and we were hoping you and Michael would decide to show up. And remember, no presents. Love you."

The linoleum flooring felt terribly cool under Juile's body, but her mind seemed to have finally slowed down. Even though the couch was near by and her bed only a small distance beyond that, sleep overtook her and became her respite.

Opening her eyes, Julie noticed the sun had gone down and her apartment was dark. She could not understand why she was on the floor or how she could have fallen asleep. A slight shrug brought her to a new realization.

Everything hurt. Her parched throat matched the agony in her heart and mind as did the knots in her back. Slowly standing erect, she stared at the only thing she could see in the room; the clock on the microwave. When she did not crash back down to the floor her eyes widened. The numbers meant more. She began remembering...

As quickly as she could, Julie grabbed her jacket and rushed out of the apartment. She had to know if it was really true – that Mike was not just pushing her away because of some slight annoyance. Didn't he say he just wanted a break, she reasoned. In the time it took to find her car keys, she almost thought she believed it was no more than that.

***

Two months later, Julie was back in her family home. After being away for so long, tending to the needs of her relationship with Michael had seemed so important. Returning to this comforting environment reminded her of how much she was wrong.

She appeared out of a late night mist a few nights after her mother, Gladys, had called. It was amazing how quickly Julie disposed of her apartment two states over. The furniture had all been provided by the owner of the building and all of her own possessions fit into her car nicely. And considering how cozy her apartment seemed on the outside, the landlord would have no trouble finding a new tenant. Leaving so expeditiously would have left her feeling some guilt had she not been assured by the nice landlord with a quick joke and hug goodbye.

Gladys had not asked any questions. The tears in her only daughter's eyes every time she even questioned Julie about a small thing in the past quieted every attempt. It was beginning to get on her nerves. If her daughter wanted to be comforted, then it would be best to get it out. But then again Julie had stopped being free with her years ago.

"You've been sulking in that chair all day." Gladys could not take the silence any more. Her husband had left for work hours ago it felt. In reality it could not have been more than a half hour. Breakfast was still on the table, getting cold while the pot of coffee on the counter continued to simmer. "Why don't we go for a walk or something?"

"No thanks, Mom. I don't feel much like walking." Julie's voice sounded hollow to her mother. "Maybe tomorrow."

Gladys wanted to give up there, but something told her to test her luck. "Would you rather talk about it?"

"Not really, Mom."

"Well, I'll give you a choice in the matter. Either you talk to me about why you've done nothing but waste away in my house since you got back or I'll have to use tough love on you."

Julie's gaze shifted from the window to her mother's eyes. "Tough love? What tough love?"

"I'll kick you out on your ass." Gladys's voice was curt and simple.

Shyly, Julie turned her head away from her parent's gaze. "Mike dumped me."

A pregnant pause fell into place as Gladys hoped her child would reveal more. No more came though.

"And?"

"That's all."

Pouring herself another cup of coffee more for the comfort of its heat than her need for it, Gladys found it difficult to handle the situation. "All right, you can try that line of hooey with your father, but not with me. If he just dumped you, you'd be berating him like any red-blooded woman. And I'd be agreeing what a stupid idiot he is to let you go." She clutched her mug and pouted, sweetly and motherly.

Getting up from her seat at the window, Julie gathered her glass of water and dirty dishes from the dining table. "Then I guess I'll start looking for another apartment."

Gladys slumped into her chair, feeling slightly defeated. "I wasn't being serious."

"I know, Mom." Before Julie left the dining room to continue her never ceasing moping in the privacy of her own room, she patted her mother's shoulder comfortingly. "I'm just not ready yet."

Without a second of hesitation, Gladys replied, "And I'll be waiting with bated breath until you are. You wouldn't want your dear old mother to die of asphyxiation, now would you?"

Julie just smirked back at her mother. "No, Mom." She returned her dishes to the kitchen and climbed the old creaky stairs to her room.

"And before you go up there to fester, remember your brother is coming home for his birthday. At least put on a happy face for him – for a little while, anyway."

Her mother's voice echoed as Julie climbed the stairs. The Barton family was never terribly social when it came to parties or get-togethers. But they always do require family members to be present and pleasant, she thought begrudgingly. If I stay in my room they will call me anti-social and will tip-toe around me. And there I would be, the Hermit.

After closing the door quietly behind her, Julie sighed. She really had been wondering how long it would take her mother to actually start asking questions. They were a very private family group, each person taking their own time with their issues. But they always muddled their way in before. Probably always will. She just did not expect it to take so long.

If Matthew were coming back for a party, he might stick around for a few days. The idea was comforting because Matthew was wont to cheer her up in the past. He was outgoing in all the ways Julie could not be; funny, charming, handsome, and remarkably smart. He would probably wait a day or so before confronting her. Then again, she was not certain if that was really a problem. It almost felt like she had been waiting for it. Especially since he disappeared after the last family party in August. They were close and always took care of each other.

"At least I can stand his friends," she cooed to herself as she pulled out a box hidden behind her dresser. The jewelry glittered as the sunlight escaped in through her window. The small-ish flask hidden in a leather pouch was quickly extracted from the bottom of the box. 

"And this will help me stand myself." Julie's reflection looked ghostly as she quickly pushed it back into the leather bag, and into her back pocket. Then again, so would the five different bottles I've hidden around the room. A last remnant of the old days where Michael would manage to get alcohol and Julie hid them. Hoarding was his idea before they'd been of age and moved away.

A wave of guilt passed over her suddenly. It was not as if she did not know what she was doing. Or that it was wrong. Drinking broke no laws. She was twenty-six (still being carded, too) and her years at college were appropriately spent, alternating between intense studying and roaming over the campus, partying with Michael. Well, before he convinced her she no longer needed schooling. Then the intense studying became a waitressing job with hectic hours and helping Michael to study for his classes. After that the partying became no more than a memory and Julie was lucky if he would take her out to the damned bistro more than twice a week.

It was not that she needed the drink. Or that she was drinking because of him. She had not actually touched the bottle since leaving New York. But having it later will make socializing easier.

Julie patted her full back pocket. "Until later then," she whispered to no one in particular.

***

Upon his homecoming, Matthew could not help but grin. All of his favorite dishes were out, the house looked spotless, and his mother and father could not have exuded more pride upon seeing him. Even Julie had managed a happy face. All were greeted warmly at the door, including Matthew's two friends. Kara and Tim were, in his high school years, practically family. The trio had spent years forming a great friendship and bond. While they had kept in touch, they rarely had a chance to see each other and had planned a special outing after dinner.

"My son, a famous writer." George cried as Matthew got settled at the dinner table.

"Not exactly. Writing under a pseudonym has its benefits." His only son cheerily replied. "I'm famous without the whole personal fame. Plus people only buy the books to look at the pictures." Matthew wrote exclusively for an independent comic book company and over his three years of hard work their reader base covered the whole country. "I don't even do that part," he mentioned winkingly at his sister

Gladys had pondered Matthew's choice for the past few years, but still never managed to come to a solution about her next question. "But why not publish under your own name?"

"I don't think I'd like it. And I'll not try explaining it again, Mom."

Julie raised her glass of wine. "Well, I say cheers to the fine man with the pen of eloquence and a head filled with the most graphic imagery imaginable. Barton or not."

They all drank to that and there were soon cheers to his health and happiness in his next year of life.

After dinner, Matthew made his goodbyes and Julie was downtrodden. Just before they were to walk out the door, Kara noticed and pointed Julie out to Matthew.

"She looks a little sad. Or upset." Kara was a sweet-tempered girl and probably the closest friend Matthew had ever had. "Maybe you should talk to her before we go."

"Okay." Matthew called Julie out of her introspection with a simple hand gesture. She walked to the door to see what was keeping her brother.

"What's up, Matt?" She smiled at him a tad too broadly.

"It seems like you a little bit – strained, Julie. Are you all right?"

After a care-free sigh, Julie responded with the typical: "I'm fine."

"Fine?" He had never liked that expression when it came to his sister. It was usually the word she used to her parents so they would leave her alone. "You don't seem fine to me."

"No, really I'm fine. Maybe a little lonely, but I'm fine."

"Saying it three times doesn't make you hunky dory. And it doesn't convince me that you are either." Running his hand through his dark hair, he realized something. "Would you want to go out tonight? Tim, Kara and I were just going to a bar to meet up with some people. You want to tag along?"

Just then, Julie's heart beat a little faster. She wasn't good at tagging along – not without Michael. The pain of remembrance caused her countenance to break for a second before she recovered. "Wouldn't I just be bringing you down? It's your birthday and you should go out and have fun. With someone who couldn't blackmail you for it later." She smiled genuinely at her big brother and gave him a little nudge.

"Julie..."

"No really. Go out and have a good time. And I promise you can take me out another night."

Matthew half-heartily smiled. "Maybe next weekend. Or sometime soon."

A quick hug later, Matthew was gone into the night and Julie had finagled herself upstairs with a mixer. Her night had only just begun but would keep its solitary bent with only one change; the level of intoxication. Matthew would not be coming back the next day nor would she find solace anywhere except what kept her bubbly throughout dinner.

"Just one more and I'm done" was her mantra for the night.

Julie



For the first few years I didn't think anything of it. My wife and I both have brown hair and freckles but none of our three sons do, they are in fact all blonde, and fair skinned.

It wasn't until our youngest was three and the oldest was eight that I began to suspect anything.

My wife and I were sitting at my family reunion and as I looked around it was easy to tell where the boys were as they were the only blonde children there. Now there are some spouses that are blonde or that have black hair, and the older ones have gray or white hair, but the young people in my family all have hair that falls somewhere between brown and red, and most of us have a lot of freckles.

As I sat there I noticed that my nieces and nephews all had similar hair and skin to the rest of the family even if they had a parent that was blonde or dark haired.

I found it very strange that my wife Julie and I, who look as if we could be brother and sister, could produce blonde, fair skinned children.

I didn't suspect anything at the time, but two weeks later at Julie's family reunion the thoughts came back, and they were joined by suspicion.

Julie's family, much like mine had a very strong genetic tendency to produce freckles and brownish red hair. There was only one child on her side of the family that had blonde hair, and that was her older brother's third son. Julie's brother's wife is one of those ultra blondes that has the really pale skin and blue eyes, she's one step above being albino and even with that only one of the four children she had came out blonde.

The more I thought about the situation the stranger it became. How could Julie and I produce three blonde fair skinned sons if both of our families had so little of either in them?

It was almost time to leave the reunion when it suddenly occurred to me that the only way for the children to turn out the way they did would be for one of their parents to be a strong carrier for it. It seemed that neither of us fit that bill, which led to the understanding that one of us wasn't the parent of our children.

I immediately understood that I was the one that wasn't the parent as I had seen Julie go through the pregnancies, I had been there for all three births, there was no doubt that she was their mother.

The realization that I wasn't the father of my three sons almost made me break down and cry, but I fought it off.

I was silent as we drove home, though Julie was talking non-stop about how great it was to see all of her out of state family again.

For the next few days I agonized about what to do. My wife had three children that weren't mine but that she had led me to believe were. I immediately thought of confronting her, but I decided that I had to be sure first. I was nearly certain that I couldn't be their father, but I had to know for sure.

I didn't want anybody to suspect what I was doing so one at a time I took the boys to the doctor for full physicals including blood work. I got copies of their blood tests and then on a business trip a few weeks after the reunion I stopped at a doctor's office.

"So Mr. Evans, what can I do for you?" The doctor asked.

"I'm being threatened with paternity suits for these three boys. It's possible that I am their father, but I'd like to know for sure. I've acquired copies of their most recent blood tests, can you test me to see if I'm a match?" I asked.

"Certainly. This is a pretty common thing, there are a lot of women out there that will claim that a child was fathered by the most successful of the lovers she had at the time in the hopes of getting money from them. Luckily medical testing has advanced far enough to allow us to determine with a great deal of certainty whether or not you are or aren't the father." The doctor says.

"How long will this take?" I asked.

"Several hours. I can put it in as top priority in the lab and have the results around 4:00." The doctor said.

"Then I'll see you at 4:00." I said.

I was in hell all day at my meetings. Did I really want to know? Could I just pretend everything was the same now that I had reason to doubt my wife's fidelity? What would I say to her if the test confirmed my suspicion? How would my marriage survive? 

At 4:00 I was sitting in the doctor's office when he walked in results in hand.

"Well what's the verdict?" I asked.

"Well I have good news for you, you won't have to pay child support, you are not the father of the children." The doctor said.

"Thank you doctor." I said.

I acted relieved, but in truth I was heartbroken. I thanked the doctor once again for his efforts, took the test results and headed back to my hotel.

Two days later I returned home, but I stopped off to meet with a lawyer first.

"So, what may I do for you Mr. Evans?" The lawyer asked.

"I've decided to divorce my wife, I need some no fault divorce papers." I said.

"Okay, what kind of division of assets are you looking to get?" The lawyer asked.

"Her parents gave us the house so she can keep it, but I paid for the three cars and most of the home electronics so I would like those. As for financial I make 60% of our combined income and she makes 40% so I'd like 60% of the current financial holdings." I said.

"Any children?" The lawyer asked.

"Three sons, and she is to get custody." I said.

In less than an hour I had divorce papers in my hand and headed home. I put the test results and the divorce papers in my briefcase before entering the house.

Julie and the kids were happy to see me, and I was happy to see them, even though I was about to turn their world upside down.

I had decided to wait until the boys were in bed before I talked to Julie. No need destroying their lives until I'd heard her explanation.

"Julie, can we sit and talk for a little while?" I asked.

"Sure honey, what's on your mind?" Julie asked.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just let you read it for yourself." I said.

I pulled the divorce papers out of my briefcase and pushed them across the table to Julie. She picked them up and began reading them. It took her a little while to realize what they were.

"John, I don't understand, why do you want a divorce? I haven't seen any signs that you were unhappy with our marriage." Julie said.

"I was very happy with our marriage up until very recently." I said.

"John, this doesn't make any sense, what happened to make you unhappy?" Julie asked.

"This." I said.

I pulled the test results and the report that I had gotten from the doctor that spelled out in very definite terms that I was not the biological father of any of our sons.

Julie looked at the test results, but science never has been her strong suit so they meant little to her, but the report however brought her to tears. I watched her sob silently for a few minutes.

"Right now I don't care who and I don't care why, the only question I have Julie is did you know that they weren't mine?" I asked.

"No, I'd never had them tested. I had suspicions because of how they look, but no matter what these tests say you are their father John." Julie said.

I didn't respond, I simply got up from the table, walked out of the house and drove to my brother's house on the other side of town.

"John, you look like hell, what are you doing here?" Matt asked.

"I need a place to stay for a couple of days, Julie and I might be getting divorced." I said.

"That's terrible, what happened?" Matt asked.

"I don't want to talk about it. Can I stay here for a little while?" I asked.

"Sure man, no problem." Matt said.

For the next few days I kept my cell phone turned off, I didn't answer my phone at work, I didn't open any of the countless emails that Julie sent me, and if I saw her approaching I ducked out of sight to avoid talking to her.

Finally on Saturday morning she cornered me. She woke me up in my brother's house, and I found myself handcuffed to the headboard.

"You had better let me loose right now." I said.

"No John, not until you hear what I have to say." Julie said.

"I don't want to hear it Julie. You've been lying to me for at least 9 years, I don't give a damn what you have to say about it now." I said.

"Well that's tough; you don't have much choice but to listen right now." Julie said.

"Oh no? We'll just see about that." I said.

I'm a pretty strong guy and that headboard was pretty cheaply made so I yanked as hard as I could against the handcuffs and the piece of wood holding me to the bed splintered and I was loose.

Julie was quite stunned and she looked as if she was afraid that I was going to hurt her.

"Now, are you going to give me the key, or do I have to go use the bolt cutters in Matt's garage?" I asked.

"You win John, here's the key. I left the papers at home, I'll sign them and drop them off here later. I just thought that we had loved each other enough for you to let me explain." Julie said.

She began crying into her hands. I unlocked the handcuffs and was about to walk out the door when I looked over my shoulder at her, shook my head, and closed my eyes as I would probably regret what I was about to do.

"Okay Julie, if you want to explain, I'll let you explain, but not just to me." I said.

"Not the boys, they're too young to understand." Julie said.

"No, not the boys, but our families. My parents, your parents, and our brothers and sisters. If you want to explain it to me, you've got to explain it to all of them at the same time. Or do they already know?" I asked.

"Nobody knows John, nobody." Julie said.

"So should I start making calls or do you not want that kind of audience?" I asked.

"John, what I have to say is for you alone. I'd rather not have to tell everyone else." Julie said.

"Then goodbye Julie." I said.

"Okay, I'll tell everyone. I'll do whatever you want, but I have to explain it to you." Julie said.

"I've got phone calls to make." I said.

Now our parents and all of our brothers and sisters lived relatively close so by 1:00 in the afternoon we had everyone gathered in our living room. The spouses had taken all of the children to spend a few hours at the park while we had a blood family only talk.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming so soon. I know I was a little vague as to why you had to come, but it will all be explained very soon. Okay Julie, tell everyone what's going on, then you can tell me what you have to tell me." I said.

"Okay, recently John served me with divorce papers." Julie said.

Everyone is stunned as neither of us had told anyone except for Matt, who had been sworn to secrecy.

"Your shock is almost as strong as mine was, but then I was even more shocked when he told me why he was divorcing me. John had blood tests done on the boys and found that he was not the father of any of them. When he told me I was just as heartbroken about it as he was. Obviously though I immediately knew who the biological father was. That brings everyone up to date on what has happened so far. The reason you were all asked to come here is because John made it a condition that I had to explain what happened to all of you if I was going to have the chance to explain it to him." Julie said.

She began crying.

"This is your chance Julie, you wanted to explain, so explain already." I said firmly.

"I've loved John since the moment I met him on our first day of kindergarten all those years ago. He's been my best friend ever since and he's been my lover since 8th grade. A woman couldn't ask for a better friend, lover, husband, and father for her children than John. John, you are a far better man than I deserve, but even having you I got greedy. A few months before I got pregnant with Adam I met a man at work that started paying a lot of attention to me. He was very handsome and he started showering me with gifts and poems, all the romantic stuff that just drives a woman wild. At first I thought it was just harmless fun, I made it clear to him that I was married and he accepted that. I let things get out of hand and ended up sleeping with him. I felt so dirty and ashamed that I wanted to die; it took learning that I was pregnant with Adam to pull me out of the funk I was in. I never even considered that the baby wasn't yours. I tried to end things with him, but he said that I could either move up or down in the company based on what I decided to do. My career ambitions, and the fear that you would find out convinced me to continue with things. I got pregnant with Marcus, then Kyle and still there was no doubt in my mind that they were all your sons John. I made a terrible mistake, I was afraid that if you found out that I did it willingly the first time that you'd divorce me and I'd lose the best thing to ever happen to me. I'd have been better off taking my chances and baring my soul to you back then, but I was terrified of losing you. Now it seems that I have lost you. I am so sorry; I never wanted to hurt you." Julie said.

She broke down and began crying uncontrollably.

"One more thing Julie, after hearing what you had to say I have a good idea who the man is, but I want you to say the name." I said.

"Robert Johnson." Julie sobbed.

"Okay. Now that we all know, nobody is to tell the children unless Julie and I agree to do it. I'd prefer that your spouses not even know. I didn't really want you to know, but I know that right now Julie is completely humiliated, and after what she's done to me I felt that would be a suitable payback. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." I said.

"John, what are you going to do?" My dad asked.

"Don't worry dad, I'm not going to end up in jail, I've just got a few things to take care of." I said.

I drove to the lavish home of Robert Johnson, his wife Lisa answered the door.

"You're Julie's husband aren't you?" Lisa asked.

"That's right. Is your husband home?" I asked.

"Sure, he's in the backyard grilling up some steaks." Lisa said.

I went around the side of the house.

"John Evans, welcome, what brings you here?" Robert asked.

"Let's take a walk so we'll be out of ear shot." I said.

"Okay." Robert said.

We walked to the back edge of their property.

"Okay, so what's up?" Robert asked.

"You owe me a great deal of money." I said.

"What are you talking about?" Robert asked.

"My wife told me about your affair, and blood tests have confirmed that I have been raising three bastard sons that you fathered." I said.

"Oh my god, I hoped I was wrong about that, but they do have my blonde hair and fair skin. So what now? Are you going to tell everybody and destroy my life?" Robert asked.

"Heaven knows I should, but I'm not going to unless I have to. All you have to do to prevent it is give me the money I'm asking for." I said.

"So it's blackmail then?" Robert asked.

"It seemed fitting considering the way you kept my wife in your relationship." I said.

Robert hung his head.

"How much?" Robert asked.

"I figure it will cost about $1.5 million per kid to raise them to 18 years of age so you owe me $4.5 million." I said.

"That's outrageous, I haven't got that kind of money." Robert said.

"You don't have to pay it all at once, I'll take it in installments, but I want a nice big lump right away." I said.

"I can do $250,000 now." Robert said.

"Wire it to this account." I said.

I handed him the account number and walked away.

I returned home to find nobody had left.

"That didn't take long." Julie's dad said.

"No, I just had to run over and arrange a wire transfer, it's no big deal." I said.

"Son, we've been talking and we all want to know what's next for you and Julie? Are you really going to go through with the divorce? It seems to be such a waste to throw away such a long relationship and such a loving marriage over a mistake, even one as big as this." My mom said.

"Well, I'm willing to give it another try if she is, but I don't think I can ever go back to the way things were before, knowing what I know now." I said.

"I understand John. I felt terrible keeping it from you for so long, but I was afraid I'd lose you if I told you. And I swear to you that I never, even for one instant thought that you weren't the boys' father." Julie said.

"I want to believe that, maybe someday I will." I said.

Julie and I tried to get on with our lives, but things were just too different. The years of lying and the fact that another man had fathered the boys were just too much and within a year I had a new set of divorce papers in hand.

"John, I know things haven't been the same lately, but I love you now more than ever." Julie said.

"I know, and I still love you, but when I wake up in the morning I'm not excited to see your face the way I used to be. Now there's a lot of pain. I know that what happened wasn't entirely your fault, but I can't help but think of the years of lying and betrayal. Even if you were being blackmailed what you did still hurt me. And the boys, well, I've been their daddy all their lives, but I'm not their father Julie and nothing anyone can do will change that. I hate myself for it, but every time I look at them now I don't see our sons, I see your sons, yours and that piece of shit father of theirs. I can't keep living like this. It's eating me inside that I'm not madder at you for what you did. If you hadn't been blackmailed into it I could say goodbye and be on my way. I can't be mad at the boys because they had nothing to do with it. If I get mad at Robert and go after him the whole thing becomes public knowledge and it destroys our family and Robert's family. I don't want that. That leaves me with only one option, divorce. If I'm ever going to be able to move on I need to get out of here and go somewhere that I can forget about all of this for a while. Just as you asked me to understand what happened I'm asking you to understand why we must get a divorce and I must leave." I said.

Julie was crying, but she fought back the tears for a few minutes.

"Yes John, I understand. I've hurt you in the worst way and I can never make that up to you. I've been trying to avoid the hurt of losing you since this whole thing started, but now it will hurt more than ever knowing that we gave it our best shot and failed. I will sign the divorce papers John, but I want you to know that if you ever want to come home you'll be most welcome. There will never be another man in my life." Julie said.

We divided things up pretty much as I had wanted in the first set of divorce papers, but I made most of my assets liquid so I could move them with me to where ever I ended up.

It turned out that I ended up about 30 miles away after transferring to one of my company's other locations.

I was still able to see the boys on weekends, but I never spoke one word to Julie, it was still too painful.

Julie and I went 5 years without talking. Then one night out of the blue she called me.

"Hello?" I asked.

"John, please don't hang up." Julie said.

"I don't want to talk to you Julie." I said.

"But I need to talk to you John. It's been eating at me inside for years, so I have to tell you." Julie said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Robert isn't the father of the boys." Julie said.

"What?" I asked.

I was confused and angry.

"I was blackmailed into a sexual affair with Robert, but I always thoroughly washed myself afterwards." Julie said.

"Then you had an affair with another blonde haired man?" I asked.

"Yes." Julie said.

I could hear her sobbing on the other end of the line.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Mr. Williams." Julie said.

"The old man from next door?" I asked.

I was both shocked and disgusted.

"Yes. I accidentally saw him through his bathroom window one day and later he came over and asked me if I liked what I saw. I tried to get rid of him by saying that I hadn't seen very much. He then said he'd give me a closer look. He dropped his pants and I couldn't believe my eyes, his cock was huge. I mean you're big, at 9 inches, but his was over a foot long and so thick. Something inside me let go and I had to have it. Before I realized what I was doing I was on my knees sucking it. He fucked me three times per week from about two months after we moved in until I was six months pregnant with Kyle. The only reason we stopped is because he died." Julie said.




Julie



"So are you certain that Mr. Williams is the father and not Robert?" I asked.

"No, I can't be certain, but Robert's cock is so small, and so was his load, he never got very much semen very deep inside me. Mr. Williams, Ben, was his first name, he was so big and his load was huge, I couldn't have gotten all of his semen out of me with a pressure washer. It was so deep in there, that I'm almost certain that he is the boys' father." Julie said.

"Why did you wait until now to tell me this Julie?" I asked.

"Because you already had a suspect in Robert. He knew it was possible that he was the father so he assumed he was when you confronted him and hasn't tried to have any tests done to save himself the scandal. I thought we could just leave it at that, but I couldn't. I should have told you about Ben a long time ago, and I'm very sorry for any new pain this causes you." Julie said.

"Did you ever take our wedding vows seriously? You said that you were with Ben for the first time a few months after we moved into that house, we moved in right after we got married. Did you ever think about what your lust for Ben's cock could do to our marriage? What would have happened if I'd found out? What would have happened if I'd caught you?" I asked.

"I'm a horrible person John, I know, I'm going to hell for what I've done to you. I just couldn't help myself." Julie said.

"You're a horrible lying slut. I don't want to see you or the boys ever again." I said.

"You can't do that, the boys need you now. They're becoming young men, they need their father." Julie said.

"From the sound of things you fucked their father to death." I said.

"John, please, don't do this. I told you so that I'd have no more secrets from you." Julie said.

"But you lied to me about two affairs, and let me believe one man was the father of the boys when really it was the other. I can't even understand now how it is that I ever loved you the way that I did. You aren't the person that I thought you were. Now don't ever call here again, and tell the boys not to expect to see me again." I said.

I hung up.

Three days later I happened to be in town, at my old office helping out when I noticed everyone looking at me a little funny.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I guess you haven't seen the paper this morning." Dave said.

He handed me the town newspaper folded to the page with the letter to the editor. The letter was titled "I can't go on"

Dear readers

Hello my name is Julie Evans and I have a sad story to tell you. This is a fairly small town so most of you have probably heard of my ex-husband John Evans. What nobody but John and I know the full truth behind however is why we ended up getting divorced.

John and I have known each other since kindergarten and I was in love with him from that first moment that I saw him. As we grew up we had the perfect relationship. We went to college then came back here to get jobs, get married, and build a family. 

A few months after moving in to the house that I still live in I began a sexual affair with an elderly man that lived next door to us. It was purely a physical relationship, but we both wanted to keep it going.

A few months after that I had a one night stand with a co-worker and was blackmailed into continuing the relationship. 

I didn't feel bad about having the physical relationship with our neighbor as to me that was just sex. I did however feel horrible about what was happening with my co-worker.

I felt as if I was cheating on my husband so I tried to stop the relationship, but he threatened to expose our affair to my husband if I didn't keep seeing him. I relented and our relationship continued.

My husband and I were blessed with three wonderful sons, we loved them and raised them happily until a few years ago.

After attending first his, then my family reunion and seeing that our sons didn't look like the rest of the family my husband grew suspicious that he might not be the father of the boys so very carefully he had blood tests done to determine whether or not he was the father of the boys.

He wasn't the father of any of them. His heart was broken and he considered our marriage over so he got some divorce papers and confronted me with the results of the blood tests.

He didn't ask me who the real father was, he didn't ask me why I had cheated on him, the only thing he wanted to know at the time was whether I knew that the boys weren't his sons.

I had suspicions, but as far as I was concerned he was their father, and he was most definitely their daddy.

He allowed me to explain myself to him, but I made the mistake at the time of not being honest with him. I only told him about the affair with the co-worker as the elderly neighbor had died so I thought that my affair with him would just die too.

My husband could not forgive and he could not forget, but he did try to love me again, even knowing that he wasn't the father of our children.

Eventually it got to be too much for him and he simply couldn't go on living with the every day reminder of the pain so he again asked me for a divorce and I signed the papers as I could never bring myself to try to keep him with me if he didn't want to be here.

The last five years of my life have been hell. I lost the only man I ever loved, and it was eating me up inside that I hadn't been completely honest with him.

A few nights ago I called him and confessed to my affair with the neighbor. I knew it would anger him and hurt him all over again, but I couldn't keep the secret anymore. I revealed to him the truth that I don't know which of the two men fathered my sons or whether they had both fathered at least one.

My husband told me that I wasn't the person that he had thought I was for all of those happy years that we'd spent together and that he didn't want to see me, or the three boys that still only know him as daddy ever again.

Okay John, you won't have to see me again.

I...I can't go on.

Julie had written a tell all letter detailing the fall of our relationship, but what nobody but me seemed to read into it was the cryptic message in her last line.

I rushed out of the office, drove to the house, and ran into the house.

I found her in the master bathroom surrounded by pill bottles. She was barely conscious.

I called 911 for an ambulance and stuck my finger down her throat to get her to vomit. She threw up a mess of pills before the EMTs arrived. I went with her to the emergency room where her stomach was pumped and her system was flushed.

Seven hours later she woke up in a recovery room.

"John?" Julie asked.

"Hey. This is a damn drastic way to get to see me again kiddo." I said.

"Did you save me?" Julie asked.

"Yes, I did." I said.

"Why?" Julie asked.

"Julie, how can you ask me that? What you did is unforgivable, but I don't want you to die." I said.

"You don't?" Julie asked.

"Of course not. Julie I still love you deeply, but I also hate you for what you did to me. The love is stronger than the hate though." I said.

"Can the hate ever go away?" Julie asked.

"I don't know, it hadn't gone away before you told me about Ben, and it got worse when you told me about Ben. He was old enough to be your grandfather for crying out loud." I said.

"I know. I can never apologize enough for what I've done to you." Julie said.

"No you can't." I said.

I got up and headed towards the door.

"John, where are you going?" Julie asked.

"I'm leaving Julie, you're going to be okay now and your parents are outside with the boys." I said.

"John, don't leave me." Julie said.

"I have to Julie, if I stay now I might never leave and I'm not ready to come back to stay." I said.

"Does that mean that you might be someday?" Julie asked.

"I guess you'll just have to stay alive and find out." I said.

"I will John, I will. I'll wait as long as it takes, whenever you're ready just come home." Julie said.

I walked out of the hospital room, hugged the boys, and left.

I saw Julie from time to time over the next few years, but always from a distance. She always smiled and waved but not once did she approach me or try to talk to me.

It wasn't until Kyle graduated from high school that Julie and I spoke again. I sat by myself up high in the back of the bleachers where I hoped she wouldn't see me, but she always did have the eagle eye and spotted me within a minute.

She kept looking up towards me during the graduation, I guess to make sure I hadn't left. When it was over friends and family mingled among the graduates to congratulate them. I wanted to shake Kyle's hand and give him the gift I'd got for him so I made my way down into the crowd.

It was a mass of humanity; you could walk right past who you were looking for without seeing them. I found Kyle, gave him his gift, he hugged me, then as I was trying to slip out she found me.

"Hi John." Julie said.

"Hi Julie, it's been a long time." I said.

"Far too long John. Look, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner some night? With the boys all out of the house it's quiet and lonely, it would be nice to have an old friend to talk to." Julie said.

"Who are you calling old?" I asked jokingly.

Julie laughed.

"Seriously though, I'd like that. How about tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Sounds good, 7:00?" Julie asked.

"Sounds good to me." I said.

When she opened the door the next night she was wearing nothing but an apron and a smile. I don't know what she tried to make for dinner because by the time we heard the smoke detector in the bedroom it was burnt beyond recognition.

We haven't gotten remarried yet, but lately we've been talking about having a family of our own. Julie promises that this time there will be no doubt for either of us that I'm the father, but given her track record we'll just have to wait and see.



Julie



Some parts of this story are true. Character names have been changed. All rights are reserved. Please vote, good or bad. The author would appreciate it.



When I was growing up, there was a vacant lot next to the house I lived in. A contractor had bought the lot, and built a rent house on it.

The first renters were a man and woman [Ruth] and, two kids that were Ruth's. Ruth was pregnant with a third child that was from the man she was married to at the time.

Of the two kids, Julie was the oldest at 17. Her brother, David, was about 15.

Julie, and I became very good friends, and we started to hang out together. We went to movies, some activities at the Y.M.C.A., some times to the Zoo, and anywhere else that interested us. 

The year July turned 18. Her folks sent her to California for two weeks to visit a girl cousin. I always thought it was to get her away from me. I knew her mother thought we were getting a little to close. This cousin introduced her to the California life style, and as a result, Julie came back home pregnant.

She came to me in a panic, and asked for my help. An abortion, was illegal of course, unless for some sort of medical reason. We knew there were ways around this, but neither of us could come up with anything.

Julie finally went to her mother, and told her what had happened. Her mother knew of a way, and arranged for Julie to have an abortion, and immediately put her on birth control pills.

After the operation, Julie just seemed to lose interest in everything, and was really down.

I tried to be a good friend to Julie, but at the same time I also had the thought that Julie was a really sexy fox.

She wasn't a big girl at all. July was actually skinny. She was 5' - 4 tall, with dirty blonde hair. There was one thing about Julie that wasn't small though, and that was her beautiful big titties.

Before she had gone to California, she had let me fondle those nice tits, but when she came back, and had the abortion, she wouldn't let me touch them, saying, she never did go for that.

Julie wouldn't date other guys. The old "Burned Child, is afraid of Fire" I guess. At any rate, that summer, after she had the abortion, she and I palled around a lot, and became even better friends.

Did I want to fuck her? You better believe it, but because of what happened, I didn't push it.

Her folks decided to take the kids to San Antonio, to Sea World. Julie didn't want to go because she had already been once, and knew her folks didn't really have the money to take her and David both.

Her mother came to me one day, before they left to say, "Randy, can we talk?"

"Sure."

"You, and Julie, uh . . . you two seem awful close, and I was wondering . . .

I saw where she was going with this, and told her, "Ruth, Julie, and I are really good friends. I'm not going to tell you that some time in the future Julie and I won't make love, but Julie seems to be awful down right now, and I'm just going to try, and be there for her."

"I know she's your baby, but she's 18, and a young adult. She made a mistake, and she knows it. I'm sure you have noticed, how down she is."

"Thanks Randy. I don't think I'll feel bad about leaving her here, by her self now. I know she needs some time alone. Are you going to be here, so if she needs anything, you can help her?"

"I'll be here. My folks have gone to East Texas, but I didn't want to go with them."

I had taken a bath, and was going to sleep in the back yard, where there was a big air mattress. I had on, only a wraparound, and was headed to the back yard, when the phone rang.

I answered, and it was Julie. 

"Hey girl, what's going on?"

"Well the folks wanted me to go to San Antonio with them, but I didn't feel like going, since that thing in California." 

"Randy, I'm here by myself, and I really don't want to be. Would you come and get me, and let me stay over there with you, until they get back home? They are supposed to be gone all week."

"Sugar. I'd like nothing better. My folks are gone for the week too, and I'd love the company. I'll just come and get you."

I walked down our drive, and crossed into their yard. There was a door, from the kitchen onto a small stoop. Julie was just putting the door key over the door, to hide it.

It was obvious, she had on only a skimpy T-shirt, because as she reached to place the key over the door, her cute little ass was showing.

She turned, and stepped to the edge of the stoop, where I slid my hands under the T-shirt, to her waist, to lift her down. When her feet were on the ground, I let my hands cup her bare bottom, to pull her to me, for a kiss. 

"Hey, sexy neighbor."

Julie grinned at me, and said "Randy, you know you're making me horny don't you?"

It was the first time in a while, I had seen Julie smile.

I said, "Hummm, I like horny, especially when it's you, sexy girl."

We started back up the drive to my backyard, and I let my hand drift down, until I was cupping a bare ass cheek.

"Now, what if I did that." She said.

"Go ahead." I told her.

Since I had nothing on, but a wraparound, Julie was cupping my bare ass as well.

We walked that way, into the back yard, where I had the big air mattress.

"Where do you want me to sleep?" Julie asked.

"Well, I can put you in a room in the house if you want, but I was hoping you would sleep out here with me."

"You're sure."

"I'm very sure Julie. I've been wanting to make love to you for a while. I know you've been quite down about this other thing, but its time for you to let go."

"Julie, I want to be your lover."

Suddenly, Julie was peeling her T-shirt off. It took me a minute, but then I was stripping the wraparound off.

"Randy, I want you to fuck my pussy."

"Yes, Julie, I want that very much."

I laid her down on the air mattress, and began to gently fondle her breasts.

"Randy, can I ask you not to do that. That other guy mauled my tits so hard . . . uh, it's just too uncomfortable."

"OK, let's try something else." I inhaled one of her titties, licked all around her nipple, switched to the other, and did the same thing, I licked down between them, to slurp my tongue along the bottom of each.

Julie sucked in her breath, when I started. "Oh yes Randy, I like that, and it feels good. Don't stop."

I didn't. I pushed both tits together, and started gently sucking, and tonging both nipples.

"Ohhhh, Randy, Ahhhhh, Yessss, Yessssss."

Julie had a small orgasm.

I let my tongue travel down to her pussy, where I began licking the folds until they parted, so I could get to her hole.

"Randy, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to lick your hot little cunt." I told her. I cupped my tongue, and plunged it in, as far as it would go.

"Ahhhh, Randy, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, So good, so good. Don't stop."

"No, I won't." I switched my tongue to her clit, and started flicking it. It didn't take very long until Julie was screeching, and begging.

"Oh god Randy, Ahhhhhhh, Oh please, that's enough." 

Julie had cum again.

I kissed her mouth, and knew she was tasting herself.

"You taste good sugar, really good."

I rubbed the end of my hard cock against her wet pussy, to make sure it was wet.

"Oh, Randy, what . . .?"

A gentle thrust, and the head of my cock slipped into her very tight pussy.

"Ohhhh, Randy, gently, you're so big."

A second gentle thrust, then a third buried my cock as deep as I could go.

"My god, you're big. Let me get used to you being inside me."

My cock wasn't very long, but I was quite big around. Like I said earlier, Julie wasn't a very big girl, so I guess I filled her tight little pussy full.

In a few moments, her gentle thrusts told me she was ready to handle movements, in, and out of her.

I started a slow thrusting. It wasn't long until . . . "OHHHHH, RANDY, OHHHHH, YESSSSS, FUCK MY PUSSY, OHHHHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD."

I started thrusting faster, and after several strokes, Julie cried, "OH, RANDY, I'M GONNA CUM, AHHHHH YESSSS, DON'T STOP, OHHHHH, I want you to cum in my pussy  "

"I'm there Julie. I'm gonna cum in you're hot little cunt . . . NOW . . . ARGHHHH."

The first spurt set her off, and she came again, with a howl.

Spurt, Spurt, Spurt, and I filled her pussy to overflowing.

I rolled over on my back, where she was on top. 

She looked down at me, with a devilish grin, and said, "You just came in my pussy Randy."

"Yes."

Her titties were hanging where I could reach them, so I inhaled a nipple to suck on. It wasn't long, until Julie moved, so I could suck on the other one.

We laid there until both of us were almost asleep.

Julie finally said, "Randy, we better get up, and wipe some of this cum up, and see if we can shower off."

"Yeah, I think you're right. We don't have to go inside tho. I fixed an outdoor shower, just around the side of the house."

We reluctantly got up from the air mattress, and under the shower, where we washed all the cum off. 

I had towels nearby, and we dried each other off. Getting to dry this sexy young sweety of mine off, was a definite delight.

There were some extra towels that we used to cover the spots on the sheet of the air mattress.

We laid back down, and Julie said, "You made my pussy sore, and I'm going to have to rest awhile."

"Yeah, I need to rest too, but god Julie, your hot little pussy is fantastic, and I'm going to want more."

Dawn was breaking the next day, and I woke to Julie sucking my hard dick.

"Sugar. I won't last very long with you doing that."

"I know. I want you to cum in my mouth. I owe you one."

She inhaled me again, to swallow my hard cock all the way to my balls. She slowly began moving my dick, in, and out of her mouth.

"Julie . . . I'm gonna cum . . . NOW," and I exploded in her sucking mouth.

She swallowed all she could, but there was still cum at the sides of her mouth.

I pulled her up to me, and kissed her anyway. "Damn, sugar. You are something else."

The rest of the week went like that. We stayed naked all the time. All it took was a look, from either of us, and we were fucking like minks . . . again.

The back yard was secluded, and mostly shady, so the air mattress got a good workout. We didn't miss the other rooms in the house either. 

When we got hungry, we ate. When we went into the house for something, I never missed a chance to bend Julie over the table, and slip my hard dick in her wet pussy, from behind.

Julie liked it that way, and she would always have a screeching orgasm.

The washer, and dryer got a constant workout, to clean and dry sheets, and towels. My folks were going to ask why the water bill was so high.

The week was finally over, and her folks, and mine, came home. Unfortunately we had to get dressed, and our instant fucking had to slow down. 

It didn't stop though. Both houses were air conditioned, and we knew we wouldn't be heard. When we knew both her folks, and mine were asleep, Julie would slip over to the air mattress with me, where we would try to fuck each other silly.

Early the next morning, we would see mom turn on the kitchen light, to fix dad's breakfast. Only then would Julie slip back over to where her dad had extended the porch so Julie, and her little brother could sleep outside.

One day, Julie's mom caught me outdoors, and said, "I think I know what you, and Julie are doing, but I'm going to ignore it. Julie seems to be so much happier, now than when she came back from that trip to California. I want to thank you Randy. It's obvious to me that you are the reason."

I didn't tell her mom that Julie, and I were fucking each other cross eyed every chance we could, so I just grinned at her, and told her she was welcome.

Julie knew another girl from school, and had apparently told her that we didn't miss a chance to fuck each other silly.

This girl, and her boyfriend were the same way. Once they invited Julie, and I to a weekend at the lake with them.

Julie told me it would probably be a naked weekend. She knew this girl well enough to say that she and her boyfriend just liked to get away, get naked, and fuck each other like bunnies. 

So, we went with them.

He had a pick-up, with a topper they would use to sleep in, and I had a station wagon. I had put a 4 foam pad in the back for us to sleep on. The tail gate could be lowered, and the rear window could be raised so that we could be cool.

After the camp was set up, Julie's girl friend said, "I'm gonna get naked, and go swimming."

She had just said the magic word "naked" so the rest of us were right behind her.

Nothing got out of hand among the four of us, just good clean naked fun, er . . . unless you consider that I fucked Julie, and he fucked his girl, all weekend long.

Julie, and I especially liked it when we went skinny dipping, and I picked her up, and impaled her on my hard dick. We thoroughly enjoyed that weekend with them.

Then there was the Drive-In Theater. Some of the kids referred to it as a "Passion Pit." We would find a spot on the back row, and back the station wagon in so we could watch with the tail gate down, and the back window up. It was really better when it was raining. The security guard wouldn't get out in the rain . . . so, our fucking wasn't disturbed.

All good things have to come to an end I guess. Julie's folks won a lot at a resort area in Arkansas, and moved up there. Julie went with them of course.

It was a tearful separation for Julie, and me. Neither of us would admit it, but it was probably for the best.

I had always been shy around girls, but with Julie it wasn't that way. She was always my very special friend, and later my fantastic lover. I was very sad to see her go.

After they moved, Julie, and I wrote each other quite often, but time, and distance caused those letters to come less, and less.

One of the last letter's I got from Julie, said she had met a guy, and decided to marry him. She explained, that he was as gentle a lover as I was.

I wrote her back, and told her that I loved her, and wished her the very best. Don't ever forget. You are my special friend, and lover.

As the years went by, we would exchange letters about what was happening in our lives.

Julie let me know that she had two children, and that her family was doing well.

I wrote, and told her that I was married with two youngster's of my own. The kids seemed to be growing like weeds, and that all of us were doing well.

My kids were almost out of college when I lost my wife. A quick growing cancer, and she was here one day, and gone the next. My only consolation was that she didn't suffer like so many I had heard of. It was hard for a while, but as time went on it finally got better.

I wrote to Julie to let her know. It had been some time since we had corresponded. Our letters must have crossed in the mail, because I got hers just a few days after I had mailed mine.

In her letter she wrote that her kids were out of college, and both had good jobs. It was then she told me that she had lost her husband to an auto accident.

It was two weeks later, when I got another letter from Julie. She wrote that her job had transferred her back to Texas. Randy, I want to see you.

I wrote her back, with directions to get to my home. A week later she came driving up to the house.

She got out of her car, and I met her with a crushing hug that lasted awhile. Neither of us wanted to let go. I had missed this sexy girl from so long ago.

We walked into the new house that I had built. I had pizza delivered, and we sat down to discuss old times. 

Julie looked at her watch, and said, "It's getting late I'd better call, and see if I can get a room."

"You will not," I told her. "You're home now, right where you need to be."

"You're sure Randy?"

"Yes Julie, I'm very sure. I want to marry you. 

That way I'll always have my very special friend, and lover with me, for the rest of our lives.

Fin.



Julie



I had drawn the day shift at the apartment complex where I was head of security on a fine spring day. I saw one of the tenants, Howard approaching the front door with a woman I had never seen before and buzzed the door open so he didn't have to use his key. Howard and I had become friendly over the last few years and he stopped by the desk.

"This is my sister Julie." He introduced her "She'll be staying with me for a few months until she gets married so keep an eye on her." 

Like I said Howie knew me so he added a sentence, "But not too close of an eye!" 

Howie was a travel agent and a couple of times a year he would fix me up with free travel deals (he specialized in College Break trips and I would go to Bermuda as a guide.) I didn't want to do anything to offend him and ruin the good deal.

His sister Julie looked to be in her mid twenties and would be a pleasure to keep an eye on. She had shoulder length black hair and her dark eyes seemed to have a laugh dancing in them. Her full lips were turned up at the corners with a slight smile. She was wearing a bright green sweater that displayed a nice firm set of C-Cup sized tits and the tight jeans she wore seemed to be painted on a really firm looking ass. I welcomed her to the apartments and told her to let me know if she needed anything. It was all I could do to release that soft little hand of hers after we shook hands.

One evening she was doing her laundry and I was on duty so she came up to talk while waiting for the loads of laundry to get done. She was dressed in an old sweatshirt with no bra and a pair of cut off jeans that made all the men coming in and out of the building take a second long look.

Julie had recently graduated from college and was engaged to her college boyfriend. Their wedding was a few months away and she explained that she was staying with her brother until then because her parents drove her crazy. One thing that I always noticed about Julie is she was someone who always had a sparkle in her eyes. You hear about that in stories but she always had that sparkle whenever I saw her. I thought that she was totally beautiful but remembered her brother's warning and just kept things on a friendly basis.

After that evening Julie would often come by the front desk to chat. I eventually saw her come in a few times with her fiancé. He seemed nice but kind of nerdy. 

One Saturday I was just hanging at my apartment. I smoked a joint and was playing some guitar. My roommate was gone as usual, his band playing a weekend gig out of state. There was a knock at the door and I figured it was just one of my friends popping by but I wasn't expecting anyone. Standing at the door was Julie again in those cut off jeans and a casual blouse that didn't hide the fact that those perky boobs of hers were not encumbered by a bra. 

"Howie's out of town on some travel thing and my fiancé is busy." She told me, "So I thought I'd just come by and hang out with you for awhile." 

I opened the door and welcomed her in. Her eyes scanned my rather bohemian décor and landed on the half smoked joint in the ash tray. "Do you mind if I smoke some of that?" she asked. 

"Help yourself; I'll just put my guitar away." I replied.

"Oh please don't!" Julie piped up "I'd like to hear you play.

So we settled in the living room and I continued to practice an acoustic version of "Your Time Is Gonna Come" by Led Zeppelin while she relit the joint. We spent a few hours hanging out. Again I thought she was just totally gorgeous and just enjoyed her company. She was, at times, a bit flirtatious but nothing too overt. We had a really nice time together.

After this Julie started to make a habit of coming by my place. Smoking a joint and just hanging out. I knew that sooner or later I was going to take a shot at her because she was just too close and too good looking not to. She met most of my friends and my roommate and she became a regular fixture.

Well, one night it was just the two of us and I couldn't resist as we were sitting on the sofa together. I finally just grabbed her and kissed those full lips. There was no resistance as we continued to kiss and taste each other. My hand slipped down and I cupped one of those full, firm breasts. I fondled it softly and felt her nipple swell under my touch but after a few minutes her hand reached up and removed mine. She pulled away and told me that the kissing was nice but she was engaged and would be married soon and that we shouldn't be doing this. She rearranged herself and gave me a kiss on the cheek and went on back to her place. I was disappointed but not surprised. I didn't regret taking a shot at it but hoped that it wouldn't stop Julie from being friendly.

I was relieved that it didn't change Julie's behavior one bit. She still came by to visit and several times we ended up lip locked again and I did get to play with both of those beautiful boobs through her blouse. But as soon as I would try and take it any further she would pull away and leave. Man, I was totally hungry for her but figured I'd never actually get to home plate.

We actually talked about it. Julie did find me attractive and she was not a virgin but she was bound and determined not to have sex with me before she was married. I told her that I just enjoyed her company and couldn't resist kissing her on occasion. I told her that I wished I could taste her some day because she just looked so delicious. She blushed at that but never really responded.

This teasing stuff went on and soon it was approaching her wedding day. The date was just three days away when I saw her for the last time. We were well into late summer by now and this time she showed up at my place dressed in a light cotton sundress. As she came in, my eyes couldn't help but appreciate the lines of her body as she moved in that dress. I was really going to miss her.

She was the one who started the kissing this time. Her body felt so soft and warm as she pressed up against me, her tongue teasing mine. As we got more and more into it my hands once again found her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thin cotton treated me to the best feel I had had yet. We continued to kiss and she let me unbutton her dress and I was treated to the sight of her dark nipples. I licked and sucked at her and my hands traveled down across her firm stomach hoping to feel her wetness. But as I neared her mons she stopped me.

She sat there looking at me, breathing heavily, her tits moving up and down in the hottest way. "I'd love to feel you inside me." She whispered "But I just can't do it."

Now I have never been the type of man to force myself on a woman. I never really had to. But this situation had me totally hungry for this woman. I decided that I would do something I'd never done before and be more aggressive.

I grabbed her hands in one of mine and pulled them up over her head. My other hand moved to the hem of her dress. She got a shocked look on her face and began to struggle as I lifted the hem up exposing her thighs and white lace panties. I kissed her hard and she kissed back but still struggled. 

"Julie," I whispered, "I will have you before you leave today."

"But I respect that you want to remain true to your soon to be husband," I continued, "So I will not penetrate you with my cock. I will however taste that sweet little pussy of yours."

She continued to struggle and it was all I could do to keep both of her hands tied up with my one. I did get my free hand back down to her panties. My fingers wrapped in the material covering her crotch and I pulled until I heard the ripping sound. I tossed the frayed panties away. Julie continued to put up a struggle but I sensed that her reluctance was starting to fade. My free hand returned to her now naked crotch.

I could feel that her pubic hair was trimmed and enjoyed the softness on my fingers as they felt through its thickness. I felt the cleft and even though her legs were tightly closed, I was able to get inside far enough to start a slow circular motion around her clit. Continuing my caresses I kissed her again and she did kiss back but her hands still struggled against mine. But slowly I begin to sense her thighs starting to relax and part. 

My finger slipped further into her and I was sliding up and down her slit, her juices hot and slick on me. She had pretty much stopped her struggling. I let go of her hands and they just collapsed on her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was moving her hips to meet my fingers. I got up from the sofa and moved to kneel between her legs. She lay with her thighs partially open and I could smell the sweet smell of her. I placed my hands on her thighs and parted them even more and leaned forward.

My tongue slid from the bottom of her pussy, parted her inner lips and danced around her swollen clit. Her lips were fat and pink, glistening with her juices. When my tongue touched her clit her hands grabbed mine but only squeezed as she let out a whispered "Yessssssss!"

I freed one hand and parted her pussy lips with my fingers. As my tongue circled her clit I slid a finger inside of her. Her cunt was wet and it felt as though her muscles squeezed at the intruding finger. I turned my hand palm up and crooked my finger feeling for her special spot. When she took a deep quick breath I knew I had found it and began to put a circling pressure to that spot as I licked at her. 

Her hips had risen practically all the way off of the sofa as I licked and prodded her. I sensed she was getting closer to orgasm and immediately backed off. I kept my finger inside, lightly fucking her with it, but moved my lips to lightly kiss and taste her thighs. My other hand traveled up, freed her breasts from the disheveled sun dress and caressed them with tenderness. Her nipples were dark and swollen and felt like rubbery nubs.

Although she was still very turned on, she had calmed down enough so I could return to kissing and sucking lightly at her clit. Once again when I felt her getting close to cumming I pulled my mouth away and let her calm down. A second finger joined the first as I sawed them slowly in and out of her hot pussy. 

When my mouth returned to her clit this time it was with a vengeance. My tongue danced around her clit alternating the amount of pressure the speed and the direction of its caresses. My fingers sawed as deep into her grasping cunt as I could reach, her juice dripping down my hands. Suddenly she began to moan and buck, "Oh Geeeezzzzz!" and she was over the edge. I kept the pressure on just long enough to make sure she was totally there then pulled my mouth and fingers off of her. Moving forward again I hardened my tongue and slid it inside of her. Our only contact was my tongue fucking her spasming pussy and her hands holding my head in place. Her musky, tangy, taste flooded my tongue as she gushed juice.

Finally she was totally spent and lay exhausted. I removed myself from between her legs and moved back up beside her on the sofa. My face was covered in her juice but she didn't seem to mind when I kissed her. 

Once she returned to coherence I helped her straighten her clothes and walked her to the door. She paused to kiss me, her eyes sparkled as she thanked me and then she was gone. I never saw her again.

Now some people will say that oral sex is not sex. Eating pussy to me however, has always been as intimate and enjoyable a sexual experience as any other. And even thirty years later remembering the pleasure I gave and got from going down on Julie is one of my favorite memories.



Julie



One of my jobs at the police department, is to oversee security functions at our local sports arena. Well, the big events, anyway. Things like..... concerts. Our venue seats 15,000, so we get some pretty good acts there. One of our secretaries in the office is always after me to get her in for free. Her and her friends, that is.

Julie is a huge flirt, and is always wearing clothes that show off her best features. She also knows that I'm a devout leg man, so she has a good idea of what she has to do to get what she wants from me. She sits across from my desk, crosses her legs, and lets her dress ride up.... way up! "Rickie...." (that's what she calls me when she wants something!) "I need to get me and 3 others in to see the concert next week..." she starts out, and lets her hem ride up. 

She has great legs, and always wears nylons. She used to wear pantyhose all the time, but I asked her to wear a garter belt and sheer stockings, and she wears them now. Not every day, but frequently. 

Then, she gets up and walks over next to me, and stands there as if she's looking at something on my desk. That gives me the opportunity to run my hand up between her sexy legs, above her stocking tops, to her pussy. She lets me stroke her, finger her, play with her, and then she leans over and rubs my hard cock in my pants. 

She unzips my pants and takes my cock out, and starts to stroke it. She coos in my ear as she jacks me off... "Come on, Rickie.... Cum for me...!" And I do. But that's it. That's all I've ever got from her in the past... a hand job. But... the Dixie Chicks were coming to town, and here she was, crossing her legs for me again. But, you know what? I was done with hand jobs, and feeling her legs and pussy. It was time to turn up the heat on our arrangement. 

When she got up and walked around to the side of my desk, I didn't reach down to her leg. I just sat there. She tried to pull my chair back so she could get to my dick, but I refused to budge. "What's wrong, Rickie?" she asked. 

"Well, Julie honey," I started, "this is a big show, and I don't think I can get you in this time." 

"What?" she whined. "But, I've already told my husband and our friends that we were in!" 

I then told her that she'd just have to break the news to them that they were 'out.' 

"Come on, Rickie," she purred, "I know you can do it," she said as she rubbed her nyloned leg against my arm.

"Nope.... too risky!" I told her. 

Now, Julie is not stupid. In the past, I'd been trying to get her to let me fuck her, or at least get a blow job from her, and she steadfastly refused to cross those lines. 

I could hear the gears turning in her head, and finally she said, "At five thirty, come up to my office." "Why?" I challenged. "Cause... when everybody leaves, I'm gonna change your mind!" and with a click of her high heels, she walked out the door.

I couldn't wait 'til 5:30, but just to make it hard on her, I waited until 5:45! When I walked into her office, she said, "Close the door, and lock it!" I did, and she said "Sit down." I complied. She got up and walked from behind her desk. When she was standing in front of me, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it pool around her feet. 

She stepped out of it and unhooked her bra, dropping it as well. Her panties quickly followed. Now, she was wearing only her garter belt, stockings and 3" stiletto heels. 

Julie then dropped to her knees and spread my legs. She unzipped my pants and slid them down on off my legs. My shoes, socks and boxers quickly followed. She eased my rock hard cock up toward her mouth and started stroking it. Then, without taking her eyes from mine, she leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from the head. She licked it clean, and then backed off. 

"Well?" "Well what?" I challenged. 

"Will this get me what I want?" I just looked at her for a minute, and then answered her. "Only if you swallow!" I told her. Her mouth opened, and she plunged her face down on my hard pole. She tightened her lips around it and moved up and down at a rapid pace. 

As she sucked me, I moved my bare feet around to where I could rub her stocking clad legs, enjoying immensely the electric feeling of the sheer nylon. After a few minutes of that, I just pushed her back until she was lying on the floor with her legs spread. 

"You gonna fuck me, Rickie? I thought you wanted me to swallow your cum?" she asked, and I just mover over her, allowing her to guide my cock to her hot, wet pussy. Once it was lined up, I just fell on her, burying my 9" cock deep in her. She moved her legs up around me and locked her feet behind me, her high heels still on. 

We fucked like that for several minutes, and I finally felt the end welling up in me. I just pulled out and moved up on her chest, lining my cock up with her open mouth. She leaned her head up and captured the head of my cock, her tongue sliding all over and around it. 

Man, this girl could suck a cock, that's for sure! She pushed my hands off, and grabbed the shaft, stroking it while she sucked. I moved my now idle hands to her stocking clad legs, and caressed them as she sucked my cock. 

That was enough to push me over the edge, and I shot a huge load of cum into her mouth. She nearly choked, but was able to swallow it before the next spurt hit her. Four or five more streams made their way into her mouth, and she held the last mouthful until I got off of her. She leaned up and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her cum-coated tongue into my mouth. 

When she was done, I told her I would return the favor, and she just laid back and spread her legs. I kissed her nyloned knee, and worked my way up.... past her stocking top, along her garter strap, until I was at her crotch. 

I just licked her lips for a few seconds, and she grabbed my head, forcing my face into her drenched pussy. I slid my tongue as far into her as I could, my fingers working on her clit. Soon, she was moaning loudly as I plunged my tongue deeper. 

Then, as I could sense she was almost there, I moved up and sucked her clit in my mouth, my lips and tongue really working her over. That did it! Her thighs locked my head in place, and she started cumming. 

I kept moving my mouth on her, and she kept humping my face. She almost smothered me! As she came down from her sexual high, I kept licking her, until she pushed me off. "No more, Rick... I can't stand it!"

I finally pulled back, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, her head on my chest. She asked me how many I could get in for her, and I just told her, "Well, you just paid for one, so I guess it just depends on how many more times you want to do a repeat performance." 

I smiled, and so did she, as she said.... "Bastard!"



Julie



Consider Julie. That's what Dave was doing right then as she walked down the front path towards his door. 

Julie had auburn hair (closer to red in Dave's opinion, but she call it auburn), green eyes, creamy skin, and a very nice figure. She was intelligent and vivacious, fit and popular. 

She is eighteen, with an over-protective mother. Father, too, for that matter, but her mother is ferocious. 

Dave had known her for years. His daughter, Susan, dragged her home from school one day and said "this's Julie" and from that time on she seemed to have free run of the house.

Effectively, Dave had always treated her like another daughter. Made her clean up any messes she made when at his place, watched her grow, leaned on her a little when he thought it necessary. 

When she was fourteen and was developing nicely she couldn't resist the temptation to show off her new attributes. She 'accidently' lost her bikini top in the kitchen, squealing and nearly covering herself with her hands. Dave showed his appreciation by spanking her and reading her the riot act. She didn't speak to him for a month after that. (Neither did Susan.)

When she was sixteen she tried out her flirtatious style on him, much to his amusement. Flirting was OK, but she was always careful to keep her hidden attributes hidden. Not that she didn't manage to nearly show things, but all girls seem to have those tricks.

Once she turned seventeen her flirtations were directed at boys her own age, much to Dave's relief, because she was turning into quite a charmer. 

Now, at eighteen, she was quite the young lady. Dave had no idea if she was sexually active and, quite frankly, considered it was none of his business. 

The day he was observing her walking towards his front door was a Saturday in early summer. It was shaping up to be a really fine day and for once Dave hadn't slept in, but had risen with the larks. That early rising explains why he was up and about at seven in the morning on a weekend. 

It did not explain why Julie had apparently risen so early that she was out visiting people at seven in the morning. She was dressed in tights and what looked like a combination t-shirt/dress, with the top barely covering her behind, which explained the tights on what was going to be a hot day.

The front door was open as it wasn't too hot yet and Dave liked the breeze. Julie waltzed straight in with a casual wave to him.

Dave was just making himself some coffee and he indicated Julie should sit while he poured her some.

She sat drinking it and chatting about nothing in particular.

"You're up and about rather early this morning," Dave observed, and immediately became suspicious when she blushed faintly and airily waved the matter aside. Dave wondered if he should pursue the matter but decided not to, she was officially an adult now.

Julie had just finished her coffee and was putting her cup in the sink when her phone rang. It was her mother, checking to see how she was and what she was doing. Dave's suspicions got up from where he'd dropped them and kicked him sharply in the rear. Even her mother wouldn't ring her to check on her if she'd only just left home.

"...had a quiet night, mum" she was saying. "We mainly watched TV and played music. Ah, no, Susan is still asleep and I'd rather not wake her. Mr. Wilson is up though if you'd like to talk to him."

Without any more warning than that she passed Dave the phone. He gave her a look that promised some sort of retribution, and took it.

"Morning, Michelle," Dave said. "Is there something you need?"

"No, no," twittered Michelle. "I'm just checking to see how she went overnight. I always worry when she stays at a friend's place, you know. She wasn't a problem at all?"

"No problem," Dave assured her. "Why, I hardly knew she was here. And you know she always behaves at my place. She's worried that I'll spank her if she causes me any problems."

The last was said with a significant look at Julie, and it probably would have ended there with the threat if Julie hadn't smirked and deliberately twitched her bottom at him.

Dave swapped a few more inconsequential nothings with Michelle and then passed the phone back to Julie. Knowing Michelle, she would chatter away for another ten minutes while Julie adroitly soothed her nerves and said nothing.

Dave settled himself comfortably again and waited until Julie came pacing past him, soothing her mother's worries. When she was in the right position he just took hold of her arm jerked her towards him, having her bent over his knee before she knew what was happening. 

Julie gave a squeak and twisted to give Dave a look of laughing indignation. She was trying to scramble back to her feet while she assured her mother that the squeak had been caused by nearly dropping the phone.

With one hand firmly on the small of her back, Julie couldn't get back up, and the next look held a certain amount of irritation. That irritation, Dave thought, would increase very quickly.

Dave pushed Julie's dress or top or whatever you call it up to her waist and then proceeded to pull down her tights and panties. Not all the way down. Just to mid-thigh, but that left Julie with a bare bottom pointing towards the sky.

Dave now casually rubbed Julie's pretty little tush while he listened to her explain to her mother that the second squeak was also caused by her nearly dropping the phone. 

"I'm trying to cook breakfast while I talk, mum, and I'm sort of juggling things here," she said, squirming under Dave's misbehaving hand. "Why don't I call you back later?"

It still took her a couple of minutes to hang up on her mother, which time Dave put to good use, massaging her bottom.

As soon as she hung up it was on.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Let me up at once."

Spank. And quite hard, too.

Julie squealed. "Don't. What'd I do? You can't spank me. I'm eighteen, dammit."

Spank. "Don't swear. It's not nice."

"Well stop spanking me. What'll Susan say if she comes down?"

Ah. That explained why she was protesting so quietly. She didn't want to wake up Susan.

"Don't worry about Susan," Dave told her. "She's at her grandparents for the weekend, or at least I hope she is. I haven't rung to check on her. And just what were you up to last night when you were supposed to be here with Susan?"

Spank.

"Will you quit it? It was just an all-night party, but there were boys going. Mum would never have let me go to if she'd known."

Spank.

"That's between you and your mother," Dave pointed out. "You're old enough to make up your own mind. Tell her to butt out of your private life."

Spank.

"I don't have a private life," Julie said bitterly. "My mother has to know everything."

Spank.

"And what do you think she'll say when she finds out that Susan was away this weekend and you sent the night alone with me? She'll assume we slept in the same bed you know."

Spank.

"Stop it, please. And she won't know. If she did find out I'd assure her we didn't sleep together."

Dave let his hand rest on her bottom for a while. It had a nice flush to it now. That would teach her to wiggle it at him in that disrespectful manner.

"You'd lie to her about our sleeping together?" Dave asked Julie, managing to sound slightly shocked.

"What do you mean, lie?" she protested. "We haven't."

"But we're going to," Dave pointed out. He let his hand drift between her legs and cup her mound. He gently squeezed it and added, "As soon as this spanking is officially finished I'm going to take you down to my bedroom and finish undressing you. Then I'm going to pay some very serious attention to your lovely body.

Now let me know if you want the spanking to continue or if you'd rather adjourn to the bedroom. Take your time deciding. I don't mind."

Julie said nothing. Dave wasn't sure if she was trying to come up with an argument as to why neither option was preferable or if she was seriously considering which one to choose.

While he waited he continued to stroke her soft flesh, and now he was starting to explore inside her. Julie was breathing hard as his fingers caressed her, but she still didn't make a choice. Neither did she try to bring her legs together to prevent Dave touching her.

Probing softly, Dave found to his surprise that she was still a virgin. He then moved on, and Julie gasped in shock when he brushed against her clitoris. Her hips pushed up towards him at that point and she was slowly writhing against him.

Dave moved his hand back to rest on her bottom, and he could just hear the little moan of disappointment she gave. He wasn't going to compel her to make a choice. He set Julie back on her feet and rose to stand beside her. If she grabbed at her panties and tights and pulled them up, that would be the end of it. He wasn't going to force her.

She didn't. She just stood there, top rucked up around her waist, tights and panties at half-mast and everything in between on display with no attempt to hide it. Dave put my hand on her bottom and guided her towards his bedroom, and she came along.

Reaching his bedroom, Dave turned Julie to face him. Going down on one knee he finished peeling off her tights and panties, Julie lifting her feet to assist him with no prompting. Standing again, it was the work of a moment to lift her top off over her head. Dave then tugged lightly at the front of her bra.

"Take it off," he said softly, and watched as Julie blushed faintly and reached behind her to unhook it.

The bra slipped down and Julie tossed it aside, standing erect, shoulders braced, chest out (and a lovely chest it was) and head held high. 

As soon as Dave had pulled Julie across his knee he had known that this was where it would finish. It was something that had been developing between them for the past couple of years. It wasn't a sudden onset of horniness by an older man for a nubile young woman. Dave genuinely cared for Julie and believed that she cared for him. What was happening now was something they had to do.

Dave settled Julie onto the bed and then quickly stripped, feeling Julie's eyes on him as he did so. He settled onto the bed next to her and kissed her. Julie met him eagerly, returning his kisses enthusiastically, even if not particularly practised. She gasped slightly when a hand settled on her breast, but that was all. 

Dave continued to kiss Julie while his hand drifted over her breasts, cupping them, teasing them, rubbing her nipples, rolling her nipples around with his thumb as they tightened. It wasn't long before his lips followed his hands, drifting down to settle on a pink tipped breast, teasing her nipple with his teeth.

His hands free to again wander, Dave directed them down along Julie's young body, finally closing once more upon her mound. Once again he started that delicious trespass, fingers sliding inside to tease and tantalise.

Julie twisted and writhed under his delicate touch, wanting more and pushing herself against him. It was almost by accident that her hand brushed against Dave's erection, but Julie wasted no time claiming her prize.

Dave almost groaned when he felt Julie's hand close delicately around him. Feather like fingertips stroked up and down his cock, sending delicious sensations through it. His cock hardened even more, screaming at Dave to attend to its wants. Dave felt like swearing when fingernails suddenly scratched across the head off his erection.

Dave raised himself slightly, looking down at Julie. Her face was flushed with excitement, anticipation plain upon it. She was ready for him and she wanted him and she didn't want to wait any longer.

Reaching down with one foot, Dave hooked it around Julie's ankle, drawing her legs further apart. Rolling between her thighs he knelt there, pausing for a moment to lift her knees. Then he leaned towards her.

Julie watched, finding herself holding her breath while she had this strange urge to gasp. Her head was lifted slightly, looking down at where Dave was moving closer to her. Her lips had flowered and opened, ready to receive Dave's homage.

Soon she could both see and feel Dave's erection pressing into her. In no time it was pushing against her hymen, and Julie knew the moment had finally arrived. She could feel the pressure increasing. Suddenly something gave, and it hurt. Julie squealed indignantly, feeling the excitement draining away.

"It's OK, sweetness," Dave murmured. "It only hurts for a moment. You'll find it gets better now."

Julie was breathing hard, feeling Dave advancing into her, slowly stretching her as he pushed along her passage. She bit her lip, letting it happen, slowly feeling the excitement starting to gather again. By the time Dave was fully in her, her eagerness was back to the point where it had been when he started.

There was a difference about knowing something in theory and having to actually do it, Julie found. She waited, trusting Dave to lead the way. She was vividly aware that he was inside her. The longer he was there, the more aware she became. Her world seemed to be narrowing to a cock inside her and what it was going to do to her.

Dave started moving, drawing slowly back and returning equally slowly, letting Julie have plenty of time to adjust to what was happening. Julie found herself breathing hard, examining the feelings that were coming from her pussy, exciting feelings, being brought into being by Dave's cock massaging her.

After a while she found herself pushing up to meet Dave when he drilled into her. The first time, Dave seemed to hesitate for a moment. She heard him say something in a pleased voice. She wasn't sure what, but she knew she was doing the right thing. After that she pushed against him even more eagerly as he took her.

Dave took Julie in an unhurried manner, enjoying the feel of her under him, appreciating the way she was responding and moving with him. Watching Julie he could see her drifting away into a world of feeling, just moving under him and letting the feelings steal over her. Time to make a statement, Dave decided.

Julie could feel the subtle change in rhythm as Dave started coming in harder and faster. Her body relished the change, pressing up to meet him with an invigorated energy, matching the faster rate and daring him to do even more.

Dave was happy to oblige. He thrust into Julie, driving hard into her and feeling her responding with a youthful vigour, eager to take what he was offering. 

Dave kept a careful eye on Julie. He was already fighting back his own climax, and he really needed Julie to reach hers. Grinning to himself he slid a hand down between their bodies. A gentle movement, a finger sliding between her lips, a swift caress of Julie's clitoris and she screamed. 

Dave relaxed and let his own climax go as Julie shuddered with the force of her release, her body clamping around him and holding him while she shook, little mewing sounds coming from her throat.

They lay together in a pleasant aftermath, both of them wondering where they went from here. All they could do was take it as it happened, seeing where it led.



Julie



From the files of Cleo: 

I know a lot of women who say they're beautiful. Most aren't. I was fortunate enough to have been born that way, and reaped the advantages of it all through high school and then college. I was raised in a middle-class southern family, but recognizing my looks would get me far in life, my family scrimped to send me to the best schools in the country - primarily so I could meet a nice, wealthy young man and marry him. Not completely aware of that at the time, I can clearly see it now. If I had a daughter, I'd probably do the same thing. 

In my second year at Harvard, when I was twenty-two, I met and eventually married Mark. He comes from a wealthy family who made their money in real estate - a lot of it. I've heard that at the time of his death, Mark's father was worth nearly a billion dollars, and that Mark, one of three siblings, now has a vast amount of it. Anyway, back to my story. Rich and beautiful, I should've been happy with what I had, right? And, I thought I was. 

Mark bought me a huge house in the suburbs, provided me with all the money I could possibly spend, and gave me a new high-end sports car each year. We held balls and banquets almost monthly and vacationed at all the right locations with other jet-setters. 

You wouldn't recognize me because I'm not famous and don't want to be. I've been in the local papers several times regarding charity functions and the like, and am pretty-well known in my community for doing these type things. It is now ten years later and a lot of water has flowed under the bridge since Harvard. At thirty-two, I have maintained my figure and workers still stop working to stare at me as I pass, all manner of men hitting on me constantly. 

I know I am still a knockout and play that to the max whenever I have to. After my marriage to Mark I was the toast of numerous large charity organizations that required me to travel periodically to other cities. I held the chairmanship in several of these organizations, and wielded a lot of power. In short, my life was a dream. 

Things changed when I was guest speaker at a large charity event in Manhattan one year. After the three day event concluded, I decided to hang around for a week and visit some of the local sights. On my first night alone, I dressed in a short dress and heels, going to the hotel bar for a quick drink and just chill out. The bartender mentioned there was a swanky night club on the fifth floor that had a band. I went there, had a light dinner and a half-bottle of wine. 

Someone slid into the chair across the table from me and I saw it was a large black man. Although the place was crowded, I was instantly on guard for my safety. I'd never really been friends with a black man before but know a couple of black business men who contribute generously to our causes. I don't fantasize about having sex with them, but I don't do that about handsome white men either. 

Although my family occasionally made racist comments as I was growing up, I don't believe they, or I, were racist - just ignorant about normal life. This man had the deepest voice I'd ever heard, saying something that instantly made me laugh. Maybe it was the three glasses of wine I'd drank. His name was Paul, and he said he was a local business man. Paul was big and handsome, reminding me of the star on the TV show, The Unit. He was well-dressed, and charming. I'm long-legged and slim, but Paul dwarfed me with his size. None-the-less I felt totally in control, but instantly at ease in his company. 

After another drink Paul asked me to dance. Mark never minded me dancing with other men because he wasn't the jealous type, so I agreed without even thinking about it. I slide comfortably against his wide chest and he folded his strong arms around me comfortably. We drifted to the slow song. I noticed immediately that he was an accomplished dancer. I also noticed after only few moments, an insistent pressure against my stomach. It was obvious that Paul had an erection - and it felt substantial through his slacks. 

I tried pulling back, but he held me so close I finally just settled in and prayed for the end of the song. That song turned into another slow piece and as I looked up into Paul's deep brown eyes, I found I was suddenly having a little trouble breathing. My mouth felt like cotton and I was trembling. I'd clearly had way too much alcohol. I was also feeling a growing dampness between my legs, and that would never do. Paul lowered his head, his broad lips only inches from my own. Maybe it was the alcohol, but oh god I wanted to. Instead, I pushed myself back. 

"I have to go," I muttered. "I've had way too much to drink, Paul." On wobbly knees, I made my way back to the table, feeling him clutching my elbow to steady me. 

"Yes, I can see that you have. I'll help you," he said smoothly.

In the elevator I made sure I stood at least three feet away from him but even at that distance I could still feel his heat, and I could see his semi-hard erection outlined against his soft slacks. My breathing problem escalated and when I raised my eyes, I was staring into his bottomless dark orbs once more. 

He moved closer and I could smell his cologne, making my pulse quicken. The elevator door opened at my floor, jarring me back to reality. Without hesitation he took my elbow, leading me down the silent hallway toward my room. I was grateful for his help because the hallway kept floating in front of me and I was having trouble navigating. 

When we stopped outside my door I searched for my entry-key with my right hand, but he suddenly grasped my left, forcing it downward, wrapping my finger around his semi-hard penis. It was very large - okay, gigantic. I couldn't move my hand, just holding on as my mind raced like a jet. Somehow, the door was open. 

Not realizing I'd spoken until the words were already out, I muttered, "I have to see it." It was like it was someone else speaking and I realized the liquor was making me slur my words a bit. 

Somehow, I was suddenly standing inside my room and he closed the door behind us. My mind was blank as I fumbled with his belt and the top button of his slacks. With my legs trembling so hard I barely could stand I slid his zipper downward - pushing his pants and shorts down until they fell around his ankles. 

His cock, though still not completely stiff, was almost a foot long, looking like a huge lump of black coal. Throughout it all, Paul hadn't spoken. Now, in his smooth deep voice, he said, "Is this the first black cock you have seen?" 

It was, and I'd never seen an uncircumcised one either. My husband was Jewish, and the fumbling experience where I'd lost my cherry in the backseat of a car during my first year at Harvard, didn't count. It had been a total disaster, and I hadn't even seen the boy's penis - but that hadn't felt half as large as this one. 

As it stiffened, soft skin covering the bulbous head pulled back, exposing the single eye in the tip, eventually folding itself in wrinkles behind the spongy baseball-sized crown. I could barely reply, around my mouthful of cotton. Licking my dry lips, not able to look away from it, I said, "It's the only one I've ever seen, with the exception of my husband's." 

Before I could react, Paul grasped my hand again and wrapped it around his pulsating penis, just behind its throbbing head. My fingers, though long and slim, could barely reach half-way around the girth. As though alive, it jerked twice in my grip as I felt Paul's hands on my shoulders insistently pressing downward. I'm not stupid. I've been around long enough to know what he wanted. I was just helpless to prevent it from playing out. Kneeling in heels was difficult, so I kicked them off and sank down on the soft carpet.

I found his large black meat only inches in front of my face, my hand looking stark and pale against his black skin. Whether it was because of all the drinks I'd consumed, or the animal heat he'd generated inside me, I admit I wanted to taste that cock more than anything in the world. Stretching my mouth as widely as possible, I lovingly took the entire head inside my mouth and nearly swooned. It was like ambrosia, a potent drug, something I had to have.

My jaws hurt from the effort, but I pushed my face against him, taking more of it until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I was suffocating on it. Gagging, I withdrew, but instantly tried to take it again. It was perverse and degrading, even a little painful, but I needed it. 

I'd tried oral sex with my husband numerous times, but never letting him go very deep. One time he came so quickly that I wasn't ready to pull off and it'd made me nauseous, so I had stopped doing it for a long time. I hadn't enjoyed it that much anyway, but this wasn't like that had been. I wanted this. All of it. I knew it could be done. I'd read things in women magazines about how to please your man. Gagging, I forced Paul's gigantic cock past the opening of my virgin throat, sliding easily downward over my milking throat muscles. I was in heaven, floating mindless somewhere outside my body. 

I was suddenly kneeling on a mat floor inside a bamboo hut, a continent away, jungle drums beating gently somewhere in the distance. It felt primitive, animalistic. Not once did I think of Mark or the life we had, and all my nice toys - nothing but this feeling of . . . being used! All that mattered was this warm piece of meat sliding in and out of my sucking mouth. 

I felt like the lowest street whore and I loved it. I slid my mouth off his cock my tongue trailing underneath it, just engulfing its gigantic head, then back downward until I felt his short pubic hairs tickling my nose. I felt every ridge, every vein as it slid over my lips and tongue. All I wanted was to taste him - have him shoot his thick creamy load deep inside my sucking mouth - and I was sure it wouldn't make me sick this time. 

Suddenly, I heard Paul grunt, and then he was pulling away from my greedy mouth, pushing me back. I actually whimpered, shamelessly trying to recapture his thickness once more, stubbornly pushing against his restraining hands. 

"No. Get undressed and on the bed. I want that white pussy," he snarled forcefully. A thrill shot through my alcohol-fogged mind as I scampered to do his bidding. I lie back on the bed, my legs wantonly falling open to reveal my swallow lips. 

"Not like that. On your knees," his deep voice rumbled in the quite room. 

I quickly turned around offering all that I had open to his gaze, completely venerable. The bed shifted as he moved onto the bed behind me. Motionless, I waited with fear and anticipation, scarcely breathing. I felt his huge hot thing pushing against my swollen opening, easily at first, then friction burn as he became more insistent. Considerate of my tight channel, he gently rolled the giant head of his cock around in my wetness to lube it, and then his big hands suddenly gripped my hips in a vice as he probed my opening again. 

Each thrust was growing more forceful as I groaned, biting my arm. The friction was growing intense, burning my tender pussy lips like fire. I grunted with the pain, muttering softly. 

"Please." 

He laughed! It didn't sound at all gentle. 

"Please? Please what? You wanted it girl, now it's payday. Lay your head down and raise your pretty little ass so I can get in." He now sounded so different from the quite, sophisticated gentleman I'd met earlier. 

I did as he instructed and the head of his cock slipped inside, feeling like a melon pushing against my vagina walls. I bit my arm again to keep from crying out. Mercifully, he gave me a short reprieve as he rubbed my back and shoulders, flexing his cock occasionally to let me know what would follow. My pussy gushed each time he did that, and then the probing started again. 

Slowly at first, growing more insistent as it pushed my inter walls apart, forcing its way deeper into my core. I wallowed in agony, the damned thing feeling like a fencepost. I groaned with either pain or ecstasy, I don't know which. He stopped, letting me adjust to his size again, then started once more relentlessly pushing deeper.

"That's it," he said, stopping. "Halfway in. Won't go no farther." He waited motionless, occasionally flexing inside me. Each time he did it stretched my vagina more. 

After a while when it seemed he wasn't going to continue, I finally whined in frustration, moving my hips around in a small circle. He laughed. I kept it up for a few moments until he suddenly lunged forward, driving his cock into me like a spear. It felt as if he was tearing me apart. I cried out in agony, "Stop! Oh . . . please, please . . ."

He didn't. Instead, he pulled out a bit and then rammed it back into my depths, hitting bottom each time. Then he stopped again for what seemed like a century. I began rolling my hips in circles un a shamefully needful, moaning softly, trying to ease the overpowering itch inside my womb. I moved away then pushed backward, feeling it pull my pussy walls out, then push them back in. I did it a little harder, growing impatient. 

"Please," I muttered, rolling my ass. This time I meant something different. 

He gripped my hips again, slowly pulled almost out of me and then slammed back in. I was so wet by then, it moved more easily through my tight channel. Far from any pain this time, intense electric pleasure overrode it. It was all I could do to keep from screaming from the thrill. He rode me like a stallion, bringing me to a peak and then rubbing my shoulders until it resided. 

Right at the last I was jabbering insanely. Then he took mercy on me. I could feel him spurting against my pussy walls, warm and soothing gobs of it as I finally came. It lasted for a full minute. I came so hard that when it was over I must have slept for a short time. When I opened my eyes, his limp black cock was a couple inches from my face. 

"Clean your man, girl," he said, moving forward. 

His cock was wet and slimy with our juices, the thick veins running like road maps all through it, but I opened my mouth obediently and took it inside, sucking it clean. I expected it to make me sick, but far from it I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. As I slobbered over his meat, it began to stiffen again. I moved up a little on the bed and grasped his hard butt, pulling his growing cock deeper into my throat as I moaned around it. 

I didn't just suck it, I made love to it. After a few minutes, he moved onto the bed, wrapped his fingers in my blonde hair and forced my face down onto his cock. This time, I took it all, moaning with pleasure from his degradation. I basked in the joy that he'd called himself my "man." He was my man, and so much more - and I was his whore, his slave, a vessel to empty his huge sacs into - anytime he wanted. And I wanted him to empty himself into my mouth now. 

I licked, kissed and sucked his cock and balls for fifteen minutes, at last hearing his breathing grow shallow, feeling his cock stiffen and bloat even more. I knew the time was close. He shot so fast and with such force that I nearly choked on his thick cream, Gagging, swallowing as quickly as possible I still felt it rush into my nose as I fought to get all of his sweet cum into my belly. 

I actually swooned, floating as I performed this ultimate act for my man, relishing the fact he coated my tongue, teeth and gums with his slimy cum. I was disappointed when the copious flow finally ebbed, then stopped. I held on, milking with my lips, continuing to make love to his deflating cock until he finally pushed me away. 

"Damn, easy Babe. Leave some for the next time. I got a lot to teach you."

I looked up at him questioningly and he said, "Ever been fucked in that gorgeous ass?"

I shook my head slowly, unconvinced he meant it. He simply could not mean that. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed as he got up and started to dress. "Don't get excited. It won't be today. I got to hit the streets."

Almost sober now, the impact of what I'd just done finally hit me. As I lay there on a cum-stained sheet, naked, my damp legs spread like a whore I thought about going home. Self-consciously I pulled the sheet over me, shaking my head. "I can't do this anymore, Paul. I'm a married woman. I had too much to drink and things just got out of hand. I won't let that happen again."

He smiled down pityingly at me as he placed his business card on the dresser. "You'll call. You'll think about it and you'll call."

"I won't," I insisted.

He just smiled again, closing the door behind him. 

The next two days were hectic and I had little chance to think about what had happened, except when I lay down at night. I probably masturbated more those two nights than during any time of my life. It left me feeling empty and unsatisfied. By the third day I was rationalizing; maybe I'd just call him and have lunch. No harm in that. I finally called but got no answer. By the next night I was walking the floor, calling several more times, and leaving messages now. Still no call-back from Paul. I was about to climb the walls when I glanced up on my way to the elevator after work and saw him standing there, that smile lingering on his lips. 

"Hi," he said.

"Hi." My legs were trembling. 

"Want me to come up?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes."

In the elevator, he said, "Take my cock out and lick it."

I looked at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't. "What . . . what if someone gets on?"

"Okay." He turned away, staring ahead. 

"Wait," I said, moving closer. "Okay."

I reached out and pulled his zipper down, dropping to my knees. It flopped out like a huge sausage, making my mouth water. I licked and kissed it, finally taking it down my throat. I was instantly in heaven. I was no longer the snooty young housewife with wealthy friends. I was the neighborhood whore, the hotel lobby slut who sucks black cocks in the elevator. The entire hotel could've walked into that elevator and I wouldn't have cared. 

When the door opened at my floor, he placed his finger on the 'door closed' button, holding it in. I licked and sucked until my jaws ached, tasting pre-cum, anxious for more. He pulled me up and with his cock pointing the way, led me to my room. 

Inside, he commanded, "Get naked." 

Like I was some John's street-whore, I thought. Right at the moment that's exactly what I felt like. I hurried to comply and as soon as I was naked I eagerly dropped down and sucked that magnificent cock inside once more. He was close, I could tell. Again, he pushed me away. 

"On the bed."

Crawling between my splayed legs, he held his cock pointing at my opening and said, "Want this?"

I knew he was taunting me, tying to get even, but I didn't care. I needed that cock inside me. I nodded vigorously as he laughed. He pressed the head of it against my hole, rubbing it around like he'd done the last time. Only this time, I couldn't wait. I wrapped my long legs around his back, clutched his buttocks, and lurched against it, taking about a third. He remained motionless, letting me strain, doing all the work. I rotated on his cock, trying to make him horny enough that he'd plow into me like before, but he didn't.

"Please," I whimpered. "Do me."

He slammed the entire length into me all the way until he hit bottom, and then he settled in hammering away piteously as I withered frantically beneath him, moaning, crying out intermittently. I'd never felt like this with my husband, never. The mere size of Paul's cock and the brutality that he used it transported me into another level, somewhere near unconsciousness. I was aware only of that veined meat and the sensations it caused as it forced my vagina walls apart, the feeling of each ridge as it slid over them, and the jarring impact of his spongy head smashing against the cervix at the core of my belly. If I could have lived in that exact state of mind for the rest of my life, I'd been happy. I never wanted it to end. 




Julie



He stopped. Groaning in frustration, I looked up at him through lidded eyes, muttering, "Don't stop. Help me get there."

"After we have an agreement. Then I'll fuck your pretty brains out, girl."

"Agreement? What . . .?"

"I want that pretty white asshole, babe. You agree with that, I finish you. Deal?"

I didn't even have to think. "Oh god, yes, yes, anything, just do me before I die."

If I'd thought he was rough before, I was wrong. He punished me with his cock. Pain, ecstasy, all mixed up inside my head as I lifted up to meet him. It was brutally animalistic and it didn't take long. He finally lowered his face to me and I gratefully accepted his tongue as he erupted inside me. I answered with my own tongue, groaning inside his mouth, crying out, clutching his ass and holding him with my thighs, trying to climb his body to get more of that wonderful cock inside me. Then, I came so hard I blacked out again. When I opened my eyes I found him staring at me. I gently licked his lips and without being told this time, slid down and cleaned his cock. 

"When you going back to your husband?"

His question took me by surprise - probably because I hadn't even been thinking of him for several days now. "I don't know. Maybe in a couple days. I don't know."

"Stay with me. Work for me in my business. We can do this every day."

I sit up, reluctant to release his cock which was growing a little stiffer with my manipulations. "I'm married to him. How can I just up and leave?"

"I've got good attorneys. They can get you a nice divorce package. You earned it, being married to that skinny little dick for so long. You need one like mine. Admit it."

He was right. How could I go back to inept fumbling in the dark and a hurried hump, after he'd emptied his balls in me? 

"I don't know," I said softly.

He grinned. "I do. You'll make the right decision. Now, get on your knees with that pretty ass in the air. Time to collect my debt."

Realization of what he meant slowly dawned on me, as I recalled the insane agreement I'd made earlier. "You can't . . . that would probably kill me."

"Won't kill you. It never has before, and most women learn to like it. Turn around."

I rested my forehead on my arms, waiting. Trembling with fear, I did as he instructed, feeling the cool air from the air conditioner against my puckered anus. I was terrified. 

"Ah, beautiful like a tender little flower. I'll go slow but I will do this. Don't try to fight me or it'll only hurt more."

He gripped my waist, and I felt his spongy head against my anus. No, it was his tongue. I could hear him slurping nastily! My god, how could he do that? Pleasure washed over me as he continued his expert manipulations, licking, sucking and trying to bite my anus. In no time, I was moaning and pushing backward. He pushed his stiffened tongue against my anus hard, and it slipped inside a little. 

I cried out loudly, my legs trembling so hard I could barely remain upright. He shifted his weight and his hard cock pressed against my anus, steadily, relentlessly seeking its way inside. Friction made it burn like fire and I tried to pull away, but he held me in a vice-like grip. Finally, with a slight pop the spongy head slipped inside. Waiting for a minute, he let me adjust to this foreign invader before he applied more pressure. 

I now lay with my face to one side on the bed, eyes tightly closed, clutching the sheets and trying to breathe through my half-open mouth. My heart beat so rapidly I thought it might explode any moment. Then more friction was applied as he forced himself deeper in my bowels, pushing the tight walls aside to make room for something far too big to fit. The large veins I saw earlier while sucking his cock, now felt three times as large as they slipped past my clutching anus-ring. It was setting me on fire. 

"Please . . . stop . . . please," I pleaded. "It . . . hurts too much." I clutched the sheets even harder, salty tears flowing down my cheeks freely now, a sob escaping my throat unnoticed. 

"Bear down like you're taking a crap and it'll be easier," he growled, not relenting a bit. 

I did as he instructed and it did seem a little better, though not by much. Suddenly and without warning, he easily slid all the way in until I felt his wiry pubic hairs against the cheeks of my ass. How could I have taken something like that in a place where anything that big was never meant to go? It was like a fencepost and still felt as if it were destroying me - only not as bad as before. He pulled out a bit, then slowly settled back in, seesawing gently. 

I groaned, afraid to move. Mercifully he stopped moving, waiting a little longer for me to adjust. I wondered how we would look to an observer: me with my pale ass stuck in the air; Paul kneeling behind me, huge and muscular, ebony black, a foot of hard cock buried deep inside my upturned asshole. He moved outward a few inches, back in - and tore my asshole out. Anyway, that's what it felt like. I was sobbing now, resigned to dying right here like a frog stuck on a stick. 

"You like it?" he asked.

"No" I whimpered. 

"Why'd you do it then?" he said.

I didn't answer, just crying softly, tears staining the sheets under my face.

"Why?" he insisted.

My eyes still closed, I said softly, "For you. I did it for you."

"Me? A total stranger? Just some guy who fucks you good?"

That struck me as a bit funny and despite the pain I laughed softly. "Yeah . . . you fuck me really good." I whispered, "You said I was your woman."

He flexed his cock in my bowels and I tensed up for the pain that would follow. "You are my woman and after I get done today, you'll be my bitch. That's what it means. I f you let a black man fuck your asshole, you his bitch from then on. He own you." 

I let his words sink in. "Okay," I whispered. 

"Touch your pussy," he instructed.

I was shocked at how wet I was. I slid in two fingers, then three as he began to rock back and forth inside me. Soon, even that wasn't enough and I tried pushing my entire hand inside. I became aware I was now answering his slow thrusts with my own backward pushes. After just a short time we were slamming into each other like two banshees, grunting, cussing one another and gasping for breath as we raced for the top of that mountain. He'd called me his bitch and I guess I was or I wouldn't be letting him do something that no man had ever done to me. Yes, I thought. Fuck your bitch, Paul. I'm yours. Destroy me. 

I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure his assault had produced. I'd never have believed a woman could enjoy something like this. It was sex on its most primitive level, brutal physical sex between a dominating male animal and a submissive female of his choice. This is the way nature meant it to be. This was the leader of the pack, the king of beasts taking his pleasure with a female willing to simply turn around and accept his cock anytime he wanted her to. No expectations to live up to, no mind games, no designer clothing, just an open vulnerable hole for him to empty his sperm. How could I ever go back to being the privileged, pampered little socialite who must maintain appearances at all cost? 

Suddenly, I felt him spraying my bowels with hot semen and that finally drove me over the top. I screamed out my release, over and over, clawing at the bed spread, rolling my hips backward to get more of his pulsating meat inside me. Often during sex with my husband I'd had to end up rubbing my clit to climax, and had never achieved a multiple climax in my life. I'd always thought they were myths dreamed up by over-sexed horny women. 

Every time Paul banged into my gaping anus, his huge balls were bouncing off my clit. Plus, he'd found a spot inside my colon that produced intense pleasure as well. All that combined, did it: small fire-crackers started going off inside my bowels, growing to TNT type explosions deep in my soft belly. I shuddered uncontrollably as wave-after-wave rolled over me, lights flashing behind my closed eye lids, sobbing into the sheets. 

It seemed to last forever and when we couldn't even move anymore I collapsed forward with him on top. After a while, I disappointedly felt his deflating cock sliding from my tortured asshole. I didn't know that I'd said it aloud until after it was already out. "Let me keep it," I whispered, wondering vaguely if he'd damaged me in any way. But I quickly forgot that as bliss washed over me again. This is the way it was supposed to be. The dominate male fucks his mate and afterward just walks away limp and satisfied while she lies there wallowing in his sweat, sperm and urine. I never wanted to move again.

He whispered, "Clean up your man, babe. Clean it up like a good girl."



Julie



Several years ago, I bought a trial subscription to an adult chat line. You could record phone personals and reply to them. The best feature was a live chatroom where you could send messages to other callers and then, if you were hitting it off, enter a private chat, or better yet, exchange phone numbers and call each other offline.

I was listening to profiles one night, usually hitting the '3' button to skip them, when a soft accented voice caught my attention: "Asian woman, short, curvy, long black hair, dark brown eyes. Just checking to see who's out there." 

There was something about her voice. It was sultry, carnal. Her accent sounded Vietnamese. I'd lived in LA long enough to know that Vietnamese women are some of the world's hottest, even compared with other Asians. I had to respond.

"Love your voice. I'm 5'10", 175, athletic, brown hair, green eyes. My name's Kevin. Let's talk." 

I sent my message and skipped through a few more profiles, when the chatline told me I had a request for a live connection. It was from her. Eagerly, I pressed the '1' button: Yes. 

We didn't have to talk long before we both knew we wanted more of each other. We exchanged personal numbers, got off the chatline, and resumed our conversation.

Her name was Julie. And I was right - she was Vietnamese. We made some small talk, enjoying the banter and play of each other's voices. We agreed to meet the following evening. 

We'd decided on neutral ground. We'd meet in the parking lot of a drugstore in her neighborhood, then, if we liked each other, take it from there. Our meeting was set for 8:30 pm. I got there at 8:25 and parked. 

A few minutes after 8:30, a grey BMW parked a few spaces away from me. A sexy dark haired Asian woman was in the driver's seat. 

I got out of my car and strode over to the BMW. The window slid down.

"Hi," I said. "Are you Julie?"

"I'm Julie," she replied softly.

"I'm Kevin," I said.

"I thought so," she purred.

Our eyes drank each other in. Hers were large and dark, with just a hint of almond shape. Her mouth was full, with thick, luscious red lips. Long black hair tumbled to her shoulders where it curled inches above her breasts. I kept my eyes locked with hers. She took in my athletic body with her eyes. Even though she was seated in her car, I could tell she had a nice body. 

"Let's go somewhere together," I said.

"Yes," she said. "Let's do that." 

She got in my car and we drove to a restaurant I knew of nearby, an upscale seafood place. When we entered the restaurant and got our table, I had an opportunity to get a more complete look at her. 

She was short, 5'1" or so, and wore a sexy green top that just hinted at the huge, full breasts underneath. Her small curvy ass was beautifully outlined by her tight black skirt. Her stomach was completely flat. Amazingly, all of her curves were in exactly the right places, and there were no curves in the wrong places. Her look was made complete by a pair of black slingbacks, that gave a taut, sexy smoothness to her gorgeous legs. 

The restaurant had an outdoor terrace that was like a little oasis of calm in the city, and we settled in to the soft ambiance of lanterns and candlelight. We enjoyed wine, dinner, and more of our playful banter. Her low voice was girlish one moment, wanton the next, and just listening to it gave me half an erection. 

After dinner, we kept talking while we finished our wine. The soft light and cool night air worked on our senses as we gazed into each other's eyes. Under the table, she started stroking my thigh. My eyes never left hers. 

I said, "Well, now we can go out to a club." I paused for effect. "Or we can go back to my place."

"Let's go back to your place," she said. 

We picked up her car and drove separately to my place. I got there first, put on some soft music, and made us some tea. She arrived a few minutes later, and the two of us sat on my living room sofa relaxing with our after-dinner tea. 

We weren't halfway through our tea when she turned to me, eyes locked on mine in a shy but unmistakable invitation. I caressed her hair. It was like black silk. Her eyes closed at my touch. I leaned over and kissed her. Our first few kisses were soft and light, then I gave her little kisses all over her neck. Her perfume was sweet and flowery. I nibbled her earlobe and darted a tongue in her ear. She gasped. When I moved back to her mouth she greeted me with a full French kiss. We kissed passionately, tongues intertwined in a dance of desire. I brought my arms around her and pulled her body to mine. 

I felt her tits pressing into my chest as she ran her hands over my shoulders. I pulled her top halfway off. She yanked the rest of it over her head and threw it to the floor. Under the top she was wearing a lacy black bra. Her full breasts strained out of it. They were huge and round, 36D I'd guess. My already hard cock got even harder. 

She unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it from my shoulders as I undid her bra. I couldn't believe what I found. They were the best breasts I'd ever encountered in my life: full, firm, golden melons, all natural, with beautiful burgundy nipples that were already hard. My cock throbbed as I stroked those gorgeous tits. 

I kissed her deeply on the mouth, then the neck, then moved down to her breasts, and started licking and kissing them, sucking her nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth. She moaned softly, as I pulled off her black skirt and her panties. She pulled off my pants too, then I pulled her up from the sofa, took her by the hand, and led her into the bedroom with me. 

I laid her down on my bed and started caressing all over her body, kissing her lips, her neck, her ears, shoulder, breasts, nipples. Then, I worked my way down over her flat stomach to her smooth thighs. I glided my hands all over her shapely thighs and her beautiful ass. 

Slowly, I worked my caresses toward her small, neatly trimmed pussy, teasing her, and stroking her outer lips, which were starting to moisten. I inserted a finger, then another. She was already moist, her pussy brimming with its own lubrication. I used this to glisten the hood of her clit, gently teasing it with my fingers as I kissed all over her thighs, moving slowly toward her pussy, gliding my tongue around her outer lips, then inserting it inside her, tongue-fucking her as I stimulated her clit with my finger. 

Julie moaned and moved her hips to plunge more of her pussy into my mouth. I moved up to her clit, covered it with my open mouth. Very gently, I played with her clit, moving my tongue and lips all around it, as her moans grew louder. Still sucking, I inserted two fingers in her pussy, probing deeply as I sucked her clit. My fingers found her g-spot, pressed it. She arched her back and started to come as I kept sucking her clit. Her juices gushed over my fingers as she quivered and convulsed in orgasm. 

She drew back onto the bed and sat up, a dreamy, wide-open smile on her face. Impulsively, she pushed me back on the bed, and kissed me deeply. She ran her hands all over my chest, then started kissing me there as well. 

She kissed her way down my stomach, grasped my throbbing cock in her small hand, and moved her mouth to the head. She licked all around it, up and down the shaft, then licked up a large drop of pre-cum at the tip, and swallowed it. And then, she put her lips around the head of my cock, moved her mouth down, and swallowed it. I gasped as her full red lips slid up and down my cock, her tongue bathing me with heavenly sensations. I moaned, held the back of her head, and ran my fingers through her long silky black hair. 

At that point, my cock was so hard I felt an overwhelming desire to fuck her. I laid her down on the bed and kissed her deeply, then caressed her beautiful breasts again. She looked up at me with her big dark eyes. "Fuck me," she cooed. 

I brought my cock to her pussy, inserted the head, then more of the shaft, easing into her. Already thoroughly lubricated, her pussy felt like liquid velvet. We moved together in rhythm, me thrusting, her receiving and counter thrusting. I fucked her deeply, slowly at first, then faster, harder. "Keep...fucking...me!" she screamed. 

I pulled her on top of me, and she leaned back and straddled me, lowering her sweet pussy onto my stiff dick. She rode me like a pro, gyrating her butt, grinding into me. Her amazing tits bounced in front of me. I cupped them in my hands and right when I squeezed them, she let out a huge moan. I could feel her pussy tighten all around my cock as she came for the second time. 

She gazed down at me with those big dark eyes, and I felt myself getting even harder inside her pussy. I lifted her off of me, then knelt to face her. I took her curvy body in my arms and French kissed her as I stroked her little round ass. I turned her around and, guessing my thoughts, she dropped to her hands and knees. I stroked her smooth, firm, curvy ass, then moved my cock to her pussy and inserted it again. 

I took her butt in my hands and pulled her back onto my cock. We moved together, long, slow, deep exploration, then her moans grew more intense, and my cock stiffened inside her. We fucked more deeply, harder, faster. She ground her ass into my hands as I slammed into her wet pussy. I thrust harder than ever, til she cried out several times, and I felt her pussy tremble and quiver again, as she came for the third time. 

I was still rock hard as she slid off of me. I turned her around and laid her down, and she said, "I want to make you come."

She sat back against some pillows, and I straddled her body. She started stroking my cock again, taking it in her hands, and rubbing the head against her hard nipples. Then she put it between her breasts, and pushed them against it. 

And I was fucking those gorgeous breasts. I started to moan, then she moved forward and took me into her mouth again. She moved her luscious lips over my cock, sucking it deeply, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, not stopping. I cupped the back of her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Her silky black hair ran through my fingers as her soft tongue licked me to ecstasy. She sucked even harder, even deeper, until I let out a huge groan, and started to come. As she felt my first shot in her mouth, she sucked even harder, and I kept coming, and coming, into her eager mouth. I shot spurt after spurt, and she gulped down every drop. 

When I finally finished, she took my cock in her hands, and licked and sucked the head of it. Then, we both lay back in each other's arms, kissing and caressing until we at last went to sleep.



Julie



Pure fiction. My thanks to my editor Wicked Inside.

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As the bus jerked to a start, Julie swung into an empty seat and dropped her full daypack beside her. The ride would not be long, and it had been a hectic morning making sure she had done enough to take an extended lunch. She mentally ran through each task still not finished, noting what remained, then letting go of it as she breathed out a deep breath through pursed lips. This little ceremony allowed her to recall things later, but forget them for now. Soon, only the anticipation of Gerry was left to fill her mind, and tickle her bottom.

Gerry was her present lover, only the fourth lover she had had in her 25 years. (OK, fifth, but that one shouldn't count!) He was ten years her senior, a second line manager at a, to hear him tell it, chronically under-staffed and under-funded high-tech firm. From what she could tell, that was normal for that industry.

Julie had ceased believing that each new relationship would be "it" after being unceremoniously dumped by her first lover, and then having to get rid of her second when he turned abusive. She had also realized how different a person she was in each relationship. By now she was consciously choosing her relationship persona, trying out different styles, finding what worked for her and what didn't. She had tried several with her last lover, keeping him bemused and interested longer than might otherwise have been the case.

From the beginning of this relationship, it had had all the earmarks of a do-it-yourself project, as in "if you want it done right, do it yourself." When she wanted a weekend in a cabin in the spring woods, with long quiet walks during the day and long evenings of making love in front of a blazing fireplace, she made the arrangements, right down to the firewood. The results delighted him (and he happily paid all the bills), but he was too focused on work to conceive and arrange such a weekend. So Julie had adopted a very assertive persona. She had already concluded she didn't want to live the rest of her life this way, but was enjoying it for the moment. On the sexual side, she also chose to be quite aggressive, demonstrative, and exhibitionistic, at least when she was with him.

One side effect was an increased sexual appetite. When the weekends were no longer enough, and he worked late every evening during the week, she had insisted on this midweek extended lunch. Initially reluctant, he soon figured out how to work it into his schedule and was really enjoying it now. For one of the few times, he had even suggested today's location, promising her a tropical paradise. Her curiosity and anticipation were building apace as the bus lumbered down the street.

Her stop was coming up, and she yanked on the cord hard. As the bus slowed to a stop, she used the last of the momentum to swing out of the seat, into the rear stairwell, and out the door. She shouldered the daypack and continued on down the sidewalk, along the tall granite block wall of an old estate, looking for the small metal gate he would leave open for her. She found it and slipped through, a tingle of excitement at apparently trespassing causing her to pause for a moment before locking it behind her. She headed up the rise inside the wall through an area of trees. The trees were only four or five deep and she quickly spotted Gerry leaning against a tree on the other side. She waved; he spotted her and waved back, then tried to be inconspicuous as he put away his cellphone. Not a good sign.

She reached him and slid into his arms. Their lips met, and three days of anticipation surged up within her. She could feel the wetness starting. Her lips softened, melted against his, slowly moving, flowing over him. Their tongues touched, reintroducing themselves and then exploring deeper and more imploringly. This initial kiss was very important to her, and she had made sure he knew it, but something was missing today.

When the kiss broke, he turned and slipped his arm around her waist. They started walking across a lawn the size of a small meadow. He was asking about her morning and the last couple of days, asking all the right questions, but part of him wasn't there. He definitely was distracted, which annoyed her, and she definitely was going have to do something about it.

They reached a greenhouse on the other side of the lawn. He fumbled briefly with the padlock, and then swept the door open. As she stepped in, the rich fragrances and the humidity swept over her. Large-leaved tropical plants, some with blossoms, lined both sides of the greenhouse, and orchids of every description covered two long parallel tables down the center. He'd kept his promise, to her great delight! While he worked on a reluctant dead-bolt, she literally danced down the aisle between the two tables, stopping to smell and admire each new variety. He strode by, grinning at her delight. "There's a big open area here in the middle that should work," he called to her and continued on to the other end. Reluctantly tearing herself away from the blossoms, she found the open area he'd indicated, shrugged her day-pack off her shoulders, and pulled out the old blanket that she carried for these occasions. He was fussing over something at the far end. She started spreading the blanket, noting that the ground here was very soft and resilient, probably from having potting mix spilled on it repeatedly over the years. It definitely would work. She felt a light breeze start up, and glanced up to see the large fans at the end of the greenhouse rotating lazily.

By the time she had finished with the blanket, he was back and getting undressed. He was turned sideways to her. His jacket was already crisply folded and laid over a rail. His shoes were neatly arranged, socks in them. He was just folding his pants. He was ... efficient. It was direct, with minimum effort, but he was not completely there and not looking at her. As he finished efficiently stripping and turned toward her, she could see that he indeed needed more focus.

Julie had read once that the secret to stripping for a partner was to make and maintain eye contact. She waited, still clothed in the conservative button-front blouse, straight skirt and pumps she wore at the office, until he turned to look at her. He paused. She slowly brought one hand up to the top button on her blouse, unbuttoned it, then the next, and the next. After she undid the last exposed button, she slipped her hand inside and started to massage one breast. She pulled her shoulders back just a bit to stretch the fabric across her hand. She did all the things he loved to do to her breasts and nipples. She could tell he knew exactly what she was doing, and she was now getting his undivided attention.

Julie's other hand rose to her waist and undid the buttons on her skirt, which immediately and unceremoniously dropped straight to the ground. She then slid this hand inside the waistband of her lace panties, down her belly into her tangle of hair, over mons Venus, and started slowly masturbating. A warm glow spread through her. Her eyes partially closed. The only sounds were their breathing, and the big fan at the end of the greenhouse. She continued until a mini-orgasm sent a small but visible spasm rippling through her. He stood there with his eyes wide, his breathing shallow, and his growing member in hand. 

She pointed to a spot on the blanket, against a post, and gave the single command "Sit!" He shuffled sideways, trancelike, unwilling to take his eyes off her, while she undid the last blouse buttons, the front clasp on her bra, and shrugged them both down her arms. She picked up her skirt with one foot and tossed her clothes between two orchids, all without breaking eye contact. 

He dropped into a cross-legged sit, leaning on the post, as she approached him. She was still in her pumps, mid-calf nylons, and his favorite lacy, red, panties. She gently tilted his head back with one hand on his forehead, while reaching high on the pole immediately behind him with the other. She stepped over his legs, rose up on tiptoes and slid her pussy over his face. His eyes and hers were still locked. She waggled her eyebrows at him and saw the joy in his eyes. He started nibbling with his lips at either side of the panty crotch. She lowered herself a fraction of an inch and he was nibbling and licking her pussy, or at least trying to through the material. 

She had expected him to immediately pull down, or even rip away her panties, but instead he had started firmly massaging her ass. While his tongue and lips made frustrated attempts to move the stretched nylon aside, he stretched it further by reaching both hands inside her panties from below. He kneaded and worked her ass intently. This was new, and she mused about how she might explore it. Finally, fully frustrated, he pulled her panties down enough to relieve the tension and swept the thin crotch aside with one finger. He buried his face in her pussy. Spreading the labia and holding them with his lips, his tongue dipped into the sweet nectar of her vagina, as his hands greedily returned to her ass. She momentarily stopped musing about anything. His tongue made circles around the opening, pressing firmly into the tender flesh. It darted in and out. Then he started wagging his tongue back and forth, barely touching the hood stretched tautly over her clitoris. About twenty seconds of that and she cried out in her first full orgasm. She knew he enjoyed her orgasms, and each one just led to a better one, so she never bother to wait for him.

As she regained her senses, she looked down at him. With his eyes closed and his face blissfully relaxed, his tongue continued to explore all the smooth skin inside her labia. She just watched him enjoy her pussy, until it occurred to her that she might test her new observation. Lifting up on tiptoes she broke contact with him, much to his surprise. Indicating for him to wait, in one smooth move she stepped back, turned, and pulled her panties off, bending double in the process. Dancing for exercise several nights a week had its advantages at times like this. She spread her legs and grabbed her ankles, presenting ass and pussy to him from a new angle. He lunged forward, but was just a fraction short of reaching this prize. He straightened his legs out between hers, shifted forward, grabbed her hips and buried his face in her. He started a long lick at her clit, up across her wet opening, and on up to her tightly puckered asshole. He started moaning, and the vibrations gave her a thrill. He became almost frantic as he repeatedly pressed and licked and sucked and nipped, and seemed almost to be trying to climb into her head first. His moans became muffled roars. His need was driving her passion.

"Well," she thought, "our boy is definitely an ass-man!" 

Looking down, she saw his cock fully erect, bobbing back and forth in echo of his other movements. She couldn't reach it with her mouth, in this position, but her dangling hair could. She started dragging her hair back and forth across the head, not knowing if he'd even notice. His voice immediately rose in pitch by about an octave. He'd noticed. Suddenly, another orgasm broke over her, driven by the relentless attack from behind. Only his grip on her hips kept her from falling.

When she recovered, she glanced around quickly. A wide table on one side of the blanket was lower than the others, holding a few plants in very large pots. Perfect. She grabbed both his hands and stepped forward, again breaking contact. She pulled him to his feet behind her and led him to the low table. She bent over, bracing her hands on the table below her. He needed no suggestions, and ran the tip of his swollen cock slowly up her slit. Slowly up and down, teasing both of them. She started protesting, at a rather high pitch. He stopped at her vaginal opening, and leaned into her. She adjusted the angle of her hips, and he slid all the way in. She let out a gasp. He held for a moment. She gasped out "Deep ... and slow!" He pulled back, and she felt the entire length of his shaft as it withdrew until just the tip pressed against her opening. 

He paused. She prayed or swore, she wasn't sure which, and pushed back toward him. He leaned into her again and she concentrated on each bit of skin as it slid from cool air into hot, wet, flesh. She felt him fill her; stretch her. He'd kidded about tickling her belly button from the inside, and that was exactly what she wanted now. As deep as he could get, he leaned into her buttocks and rocked from side to side while she pushed back, then started pulling out again. Deep and slow. Just the way she liked it. So sensual. So focused. So intense. So totally frustrating right now, she realized with a start!

"No!" The word tore itself from her throat with greater force than she hand intended. She reached back with one hand to try to show him what she needed. Confused, he stopped moving. "Harder!" she shouted. He gave a quick, hard thrust into her and started to withdraw slowly. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs of passion long enough to say "Deep! ... hard! ... fast! ... forget before!" He grinned, thrust hard and deep, bounced off her buttocks and thrust again. Within a few strokes he had his rhythm and just surrendered to his own need for penetration. Deeper. Harder. Faster and faster. She pushed back as hard as she could, trying to open herself to him more and more, fascinated again at how his need completely consumed her and drove her. It was never this intense when she took care of herself.

"Yes-s-s-s-s-s", she hissed out between her clenched teeth. She tried rotating her hips up and down to see how the sensations changed. His movements started to become jerky. He was getting ready to cum and she realized that she had not kept up with him. She reached down between her legs with one hand and scratched his balls after each thrust and rubbed her clitoris after each withdrawal. However, he didn't seem to notice and she needed the help, so soon her fingers were doing a frantic dance on and around her trigger.

Suddenly he gave her a hard, stinging slap on one buttock, sending a shock through her nervous system. Before she could focus her mind on what had happened, he slapped the other cheek even harder, and she heard a deep, animal growl from her own throat in response. Then his fingers closed tight around her hips as he slammed into her hard and held himself deep within her. In the sudden stillness, she felt the spasm of his cock and the sudden warmth of his cum. He jerked back, slammed into her and held again. Again she felt him ejaculate as she tried to grip and hold him with her vagina. Again he slammed into her, held and ejaculated. And again. Her orgasm finally caught up with her. Between his grip pulling her back onto him, and her arching back, she lifted completely into the air. He caught her, and they collapsed back onto the blanket. 

He was spent, but held her tightly to him as they lay on their sides. When his flagging penis slipped from her, she twisted in his arms till she was facing him, her head on his shoulder, her leg across his thighs. Lazily, she ran her hand up and down his glistening chest and belly. The humidity of the orchid-house had left both of them soaked with sweat, and she wondered idly how she would ever make herself presentable for work this afternoon. She felt a line of his cum slowly drip down her leg. She gently squeezed his cock, collecting the last drops of his cum with her finger and then licking it off. He just lay back with his eyes closed, smiling.

She had pushed her last orgasm, so it had left a lot of tension behind. She would need more loving, but he needed some time to recover.

As she lay against him, enjoying the hot, sticky afterglow, she wondered about the almost violent abandon of today's lovemaking. In this case, maybe fucking was the better word? Was it just an unrecognized mutual mood, or the position she had chosen, or a new direction in their relationship that she wasn't yet sure she wanted to explore? She could still feel the sting of those slaps. On the other hand, they were powerfully stimulating at the time and running her hand over her ass had not revealed any welts. She noted wryly that this line of thought was increasing her desire and arousal. 

Julie started running her hand very lightly over his front. She'd had enough rest. His small nipples got hard as soon as she touched them, and while she knew it was an automatic reflex, it still excited her. She scooted up a little onto one elbow so she could lean over his chest and started licking and gently sucking his nipple. He laughed a little; he was always teasing her about being so voracious. He kissed her gently on the top of the head and whispered a barely audible "Thank you!" His fingers started lazily dragging up and down her spine, tailbone to skull and back again, leaving a wake of warmth that spread through her insides. Beneath her thigh, his cock was starting to respond.

She looked at him, and with a supplicant's demeanor asked "Favor?"

"Anything," he replied, smiling.

She cupped her breast and offered it to him. "They didn't get much attention earlier, and they're a bit jealous."

He scooted down enough to place his lips an inch from her offering. He blew a thin stream of air on, over and around her nipple. The entire areola wrinkled. He barely caressed the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue, and then blew again. Little sparks of energy shot back through her breast. He ran his tongue around the nipple several times, until she wanted to cry out. He then spiraled out, wetting the entire front of her breast. He opened his mouth wide, gently pressed into her yielding flesh and started gently sucking while his tongue continued to caress her. 

She had more pent-up sexual energy than she had realized. She felt the surge start at her nipple, plunge through her body, engulf her entire pussy, and rebound back up to her breast. She had lost conscious control. Her pussy, pressed against his side just above the hipbone, started moving on its own. She firmly clutched a handful of blanket. Her shoulders rocked and she pressed herself against his mouth. After a few moments of this exquisite torture, he broke from that breast and started turning toward the other. She rose up higher on her elbow to meet him and he started the process all over. The electric surge from this breast collided with another rising from her clitoris and the two exploded in her gut. Her hand let go the blanket, reached behind his head and pulled him to her with all the strength she could muster. Her last conscious thought was "What the ...!?!?!"

She pulled his head to her so hard that his teeth were exposed and pressed painfully into her softness. Her nipple was forced into his mouth; the skin around it stretched painfully tight. He responded by sucking hard, like an infant, nipple pressed against the roof of his mouth by his moving tongue. Her pelvic thrusts synchronized with his sucking and little, strained, guttural cries forced themselves from between her lips. It hurt, and she couldn't get enough.

When he finally needed to breathe, he pushed away from her. She relented long enough for a couple gulps of air, then pulled his head back against the first breast, just as hard as before. He started suckling it in time with her thrusts. Then he slowly closed his mouth, stopping only when he could feel firm resistance from her flesh. He pulled back a bit, slowly, feeling the inner flesh of her breast escaping under the skin held fast by his teeth. She gasped loudly. He opened his mouth and plunged back into her breast, sucking it in. He dragged his teeth from the base of her breast up to just short of the nipple. He then plunged back again, twisting his head so his teeth would trace a different line in her skin. And a third time. For Julie, pain mixed with pleasure mixed with passion mixed with need.




Julie



Julie pushed him back onto his back. Her eyes were wild, the sounds from her throat animal. She plunged her face into the nape of his neck, nibbling with her teeth and caressing with her tongue. His salty taste excited her more. She moved down his chest, nipping and licking. She tried to do to his nipple what he had just done to her breast, but that didn't work. With her head an inch over his chest she turned to look at his face. He was a bit wide-eyed, but still quite self-satisfied. She turned to look the other direction, and saw his half-erect cock lying there unprotected. She swooped down on it, catching the head in her lips and sucking the entire length into her mouth in one motion. He gasped loudly. She rubbed her face in his pubic hair, his musk making her dizzy. She then dragged her teeth up the length of him, stopping just short of the head. Several times she plunged down and dragged back up, twisting her head as he had done so her teeth could rake fresh skin. She stopped part way up and began sucking him as he had done to her. Her tongue pressed his head to the roof of her mouth while she sucked and repeatedly swallowed. She could feel him growing in her mouth. She heard his exclamations of pleasure and shock.

Julie had never been able to deep-throat. Her gag reflex was too strong. As her conscious mind was not functioning at the moment, this thought did not occur to her. She just plunged back down his cock. He was stiff enough now not to fold, but soft enough to follow the curve of her throat. He was past her gag point before any reflex could take place. A high keening sound came from his direction. She reflexively swallowed, which he didn't mind, and then pulled back quickly, which he did mind.

She took him in again, then closed her teeth against him and started to shake her head like a puppy with a sock. As her teeth sawed back and forth, she slowly pulled back up the length of his shaft. She looked back into his face. His eyes were still wide, but the self-assured look was gone. That no longer mattered; his cock was back. No need to deny her pussy any longer.

Kneeling, she swung one leg over him, put him in his place and dropped down to force him in deeply as he thrust upward to meet her. She ground her clit into his pubic bone as the sensation of being filled exploded through her. She lifted herself and dropped, lifted and dropped. Her hips shook fore to aft and side to side as she pressed down. If it were physically possible, she would have ripped or sheared his cock right off. Time stopped. Conscious thought was long gone. Only the intense physical connection between them had reality, and the intensity just kept building.

He'd been watching her in amazement, but now suddenly threw his head back and exploded inside her. "NO!" she screamed at the universe. Again she had let her own response lag and he had finished without her. She started pumping herself up and down him as quickly as she could, but it wasn't enough and soon his softening cock was threatening to fold under the attack.

As the frustration built in her face, he reached up and gently pulled her down on top of him. With touches, he told her to straighten out her legs as he brought his right leg up between hers so that his thigh pressed against her pussy, holding his cock in place. She lifted up a bit and spread her labia with her fingers. He resumed his regular thrusting, and with a few more touches, he got her moving in opposition: when he thrust, she withdrew, and vice versa. This kept him inside her, his shaft in intimate contact with her clitoris, and her building passion back on track.

Her next orgasm washed over her and she arched her pussy down into him, pushing back with her arms on either side of his head. This lifted her enough for him to slide his hands in to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. She dropped back on him and resumed her movements. She kissed him hard and deep. Soon another orgasm washed over her, stronger than the last. The passion continued to build as she ground herself back against the thigh between her legs, moving to the insistent need within. She hooked a leg under his for leverage. She formed an arch over his body, anchored at her hands and her pussy. She twisted and turned and shook trying to satisfy her need. He kept thrusting up into her, trying to match his tempo to her rising fervor. He could glimpse her belly sucking in and out convulsively. He started scratching his fingernails just above the pubic hair. She cried out, an extended, shapeless, animal sound. She was suddenly in continuous orgasm as wave after wave washed through her.  

Just as he started to question his ability to continue, in this or any other position, he felt her start to relax. The next spasm took her back up somewhat, but dropped her further down afterwards. He slowed his pace as she slowly collapsed back on top of him. Soon she was still and he just held her. She was totally drained, a wet, limp, rag doll draped across him, and she fell asleep.

Julie woke with a start. "How long ...?" She stammered.

"Only a few minutes," he replied, kissing her gently on the cheek. She rolled off him, lying there, still drained, the slight breeze drifting across her wet skin. It seemed like ages since she had started to strip for him. Her blood still pounded in her ears. A few more moments passed in awe-struck silence.

"You OK?" he asked. She nodded yes. "That was ... interesting," he said tentatively.

She opened one eye to look at him. "You started it." she croaked.

His expression turned quizzical, so she gently slapped herself on the hip. "Oh." After a couple of moments of looking thoughtful, he tried to talk again. "Do you ... Is this ... I mean ..."

"Do I want all our lovemaking to be this rough? Naw". After a moment of reflection, Julie continued gently and quietly "I don't know where that came from, or why, but wow! Thank you for this wonderful tropical garden, and for loving me in ways that just keep getting better." She rolled up on an elbow and took his cock in hand, pulling gently, then leaned in and gave the tip a kiss. "And thank you, little soldier, for making me come like never before!"

"And thank you. Again." he replied with obvious relief on his face.

Julie took a deep breath, smelling again the wonderful aroma of the flowers, now mixed with the wonderful smells of a hard fuck. But it was getting late, so she let the breath out, and released the moment. Sitting up, she located and grabbed her day pack.

"How 'bout lunch?" she asked.