Chapter 15
A short rest and a glass of champagne worked wonders for the pair: and soon John started making preparations for the second part of his three-fold boast. This time, he announced his intention of buggering Julie's pretty arse: and the slim brunette coloured prettily as he drew her into his arms and started kneading the two springy globes that were soon to be penetrated by his lustful prick.
The arrangements were soon made. they were in fact very simple, consisting of a firm wedge of cushions in the centre of the bed, and the moving of the pier-glass to the foot of the bed. Then John lay down, and composed himself in comfort, lying propped up against the backrest of the wedge of cushions: and Julie moved the pier-glass at John's direction, till he was satisfied with its position. Then he beckoned the naked beauty over to him, grinning appreciatively as she wiggled her hips in open provocation as she came.
He made her kneel astride his thighs, her back towards him: then she leant forward at his command, to let him work a big dab of Vaseline into her arsehole: a thorough greasing of his prick followed; and then he was ready for his pretty victim. She sank back gingerly onto his upstanding rod, impaling herself slowly with a hiss of indrawn breath as the elastic walls of her rectum stretched to accommodate the fullness of his prick. Suddenly, she caught sight of herself in the mirror: her mouth fell open, and she blushed at the frank indecency of her open cunt, which betrayed only too clearly the fact that she had been well-fucked not very long before. Then John's hands came round her body from behind and clasped her by the breasts: gently but firmly he pulled her backwards, till at the end she was lying back against his broad chest, like some naked gymnast doing a 'kneeling backward bend'. Somewhat to her surprise, the position was not uncomfortable: but it was so revealing as to be almost embarrassing. the open cunt, still glistening with mingled spunk and juices, and below it the big shaft of John's cock disappearing between the soft curves of her underbuttocks. She was soon to find that the position was also highly vulnerable: for in the mirror she saw one of John's hands leave her hard-nippled breasts and move leisurely down to frig her sweetly on her defenceless clitoris, till she was sobbing with pleasure, and turned her head involuntarily to seek his willing lips, so that neither of them was watching the mirror when she came, her lovely naked body all aquiver and the muscles standing out on her smooth flat belly and the in-sides of her slim silky thighs.
My picture shows her about mid-orgasm, Max: and I think you'll admit she really was a lovely piece of cunt!
John let her rest for a while, their two tongues shuttling back and forth between their eager lips, and the creamy juices dripping out of her open cunt to inundate his balls and crotch. Then he held out his hand towards me; and I handed him his third and last item of equipment. a big dildo in hard pink rubber.
Julie was not expecting this, and she cried out in momentary alarm as John fumbled the big firm head against the soft lips of her vagina. But a glance in the mirror reassured her: her hands went down to spread her cunt-lips wide: and she watched fascinated as the dildo vanished slowly inside her body, so that she was impaled both fore and aft.
Gently, John began to fuck her with the dildo, revelling in the spasmodic twitchings produced by the steady reaming of her cunt. for every time her quim bit at the intruding dildo, so her arsehole throbbed at the same time, playing havoc with his tingling prick. He knew that the end could not be long delayed, when the dancing arsehole would suck him off so that he flooded Julie's rectum with his hot spunk: and the thought made him seek her pretty mouth, to thrust his tongue urgently within, in symbolic representation of his desire to penetrate her willing body through every orifice available.
Her orgasm was slow and deep, and very satisfying: this was her fourth spend of the evening, and the release of her desire was no longer to be accomplished in the wild surges of her first and second spends. John profited from the slower tempo: as the warm velvety rectum gripped rhythmically at his intruding cock, he let himself go with it, jerking his loins insistently in a conscious effort both to bring on his own climax and to prolong the pleasure of the naked girl squirming on his prick and shouting incoherently through wide-open lust-twisted lips.
This time, the storm of pleasure left them so limp that several minutes passed before they could find the strength to disengage from each other: and then they lay dreamily for almost half an hour, savouring their shared experience, before rising with a happy sigh to refresh themselves with champagne.
For the final act, John placed Julie on her back upon the bed, her head supported on a pillow. Before mounting her, he ran his tongue over the lovely naked body: and she shuddered as the tickling contact slid slowly up her thighs to her tired quim, and then switched to her nipples, massaging them deliriously till they stood proud and hard on the smooth firm half-moons of her breasts. He mounted the bed, to kneel astride her shoulders and grin down affectionately at the pretty face looking up at him: then he gave her his instructions, and her eyes opened in surprise for a moment before her face creased into a naughty little lustful grin.
He sank back slowly, shuffling his knees downwards along her body until his dangling sack was centred in the valley between her breasts. The he bent forward, supporting himself on his two hands placed on either side of and slightly above her head. The forward bend swung his rigid prick down from the vertical to the horizontal: and Julie found that a twist of her shoulders and a slight shift of her head allowed her to take John's big red knob into her mouth: she could just get her lips comfortably round the mushroom head, and the sensitive glans itself, with its little slit, was nicely within range of her shuttling tongue.
Using both hands, she adjusted her full, firm breasts so that they pressed as closely as possible against each other. John shuddered as he felt his balls imprisoned in the warm softness of the two tits. He sank his loins down onto Julie's body, so that her breasts were trapped by the hard backs of his thighs, and pressed even closer against his pendant sack. He could feel her tongue probing experimentally round the warm flesh of his glans: and he shuddered involuntarily, in anticipation of his coming spend into her willing mouth. Then he cried out sharply as she carried out his final instruction, bringing one long slim forefinger up between his buttocks to ringer the sensitive arsehole for a moment before plunging firmly in. John gasped as the finger went deeper and deeper, until at last the pretty brunette was giving him a gentle prostate massage: and now, with a great surge of sensation, he realized that for some minutes past his glans had been experiencing the stimulation of her tongue lapping steadily over the sensitive surface. In a vain attempt to seek relief from the almost unbearable thrill of Julie's expert suck-off. or rather 'lick-off', for his prick was not far enough within her mouth to be properly sucked. he tried to draw back from her mouth. only to hear himself gasp in ecstacy as he drove his rectum further onto the intruding finger working skillfully on his prostate gland. The massaging action of the soft springy tits upon his balls was suddenly quite beautiful in its effect, and he felt that never before in his life had he been so delightfully randy.
He had just started to impart this important piece of information to her when he came: to the outside listener, he gasped. "Oh Julie!", almost desperately, then slid into an incoherent whining "Wheee!" that went on for long minutes while his balls emptied themselves through his jerking prick, and Julie swallowed the flood of hot spunk in regular repeated gulps till her throat ached and she wondered if he was ever going to stop.
My third picture here was taken just after John had started spending: and I think it's caught them very nicely, don't you?
She drained him dry at last, and he collapsed weakly, sobbing and gasping, and quite oblivious of the fact that he was lying heavily across poor Julie's face! She had to pinch him hard, high up inside his thigh, before she could shift him enough to let her struggle out from under his inert body-He was a nice chap, John Carson but he had bad luck. he was run down by a drunken driver just after he'd turned 40: may he rest in peace.