Chapter 13
The sun made Julie lazy. She was almost asleep when the phone rang.
"Hi, sweet lady," Pete said. "I got lonely for the sound of your voice."
"Silly goose. You saw me before you left for the office this morning. Don't tell me you're already horny again. Didn't I drain that thing completely before breakfast?"
"Yeah, but that's why I miss you. I was thinking about how good your pussy feels. What are you doing right now?"
"Just lying in the sun. I swam for a while. Now I'm just lying here soaking up some rays. Nude."
"You're making me hotter than hell. Maybe I'll take off early and take advantage of you. Do you always sunbathe in the nude?"
"I seldom sunbathe. I'm nude now because I don't own a swim suit."
"Don't ever buy one. I've noticed, by the way, that you're taking me much easier now."
"Yeah, practice makes perfect and you've fucked me every night and day for the past week. At least I don't have to look around for a shoe horn when you mount me now. But that goes only for my pussy. My mouth doesn't stretch so easily. I'll keep trying, however. I like your cock in my mouth."
"I haven't heard you yelling for me to stop."
"And you won't, lover. I can fuck you blind and still have plenty left over," she teased.
"Why don't we just do it until I need glasses? I get too much enjoyment from looking at you."
"There's nothing wrong with your sense of feel, either, my love. What are we going to do tonight besides fuck?"
"I've got a surprise for you. Something I'm sure you'll like."
"And you're going to be an old meany and not give me a clue, aren't you?"
"Of course. If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. And we'll just see how old I am, you sexy vixen."
Immediately after greeting Peter that evening, Julie said, "I looked up vixen in the dictionary and it said a vixen is a shrew or complaining woman. Is that what you really think of me?"
"Not in the least. That's the dictionary for you. A vixen is a female fox. I've read that only a mink is more sexually active. By extension, a woman who's called a vixen is a sexy, foxy woman."
"Well, okay then. What's in the bag?"
"Part of your surprise. You'll find out after dinner."
"You're being very mysterious. What's this all about?"
"Don't be impatient, dear. After dinner."
After dinner, Peter left her alone for a few minutes. Then he took her into the bathroom, undressed her, and put her in the big tub.
"Ummmmmmmm, this feels and smells so nice. I didn't know you had this around."
"I didn't. I bought it today. Just for you. If you're going to live here, you need feminine bath oils and such."
"Is this my surprise?"
"Part of it. You just relax for a few minutes."
Julie leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the hot water soothe her, still not know what Peter had in mind. Whatever it was, she liked it so far.
He climbed into the tub with her and asked, "Ready for your bath?" He picked up a big sponge and a bar of scented soap and began bathing her without waiting for an answer.
"Just what are you doing?" Julie asked in surprise. "Spoiling you all I can so you'll get hooked."
"I think I'm already hooked. This past week has been like a dream." When he came to her crotch, he used the sponge and then his hand. She opened her legs when he began playing with the lips of her pussy. Just when she was ready to cum, he pulled his hand away. "Later dear. Let it build."
As he dried her body, he kissed her pussy and used his tongue on her clit, again bringing her close to orgasm, then stopping.
"Your new perfume is on your dressing table. Use lots of it."
She went into the master bedroom. Long, spice-scented candles were placed around the room; their flickering light reflectd in the many mirrors. The bed was covered by a red silk sheet. The effect was very erotic.
She found the perfume, an expensive, erotic scent she adored but could never afford. She applied it liberally, even in the hair around her pussy. Then she stretched out on the bed.
Peter came into the room, set a bottle of oil on the table, and took an ice bucket on a stand from behind a curtain.
"Champagne, my love," he said, filling two glasses. "Wine of the gods for my goddess."
"You embarrass me. I'm not all that special."
"You are to me. You might as well learn to relax and accept it. Get on your stomach and let's see if this oil lives up to its billing."
He started the massage with her feet. The more he rubbed, the warmer her skin got. By the time he reached her buttocks, the oil and his kneading and rubbing had given her a warm glow all over.
He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, dribbled oil into the crack, and wormed his finger down to her pussy slit.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned. "That feels good." Her ass lifted and rotated.
He dribbled more oil down the crack of her ass and worked it into the tiny space between her pussy and her asshole. Then he rubbed it into the lips of her pussy. She wiggled her ass, trying to get his finger into her hot slot, but he denied her that pleasure.
"Turn over so I can do your front."
"When are you going to do my pussy?"
"When I'm ready to."
"I need to cum, lover. You're making me so fucking hot!"
"That's the idea, love."
Starting at her feet, he worked up to her thighs. Her legs parted reflexively. He played with the lips of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. He did the rest of her body, then spent several minutes on her tits and nipples, working the oil into the flesh of the big, firm mounds and the taut milk buds. She responded by squirming and moaning. Just as she was beginning to really enjoy it, his hands left her tits.
"Damn! What are you doing to me?"
Peter chuckled and kissed her eyes, her ears and the place where her neck and shoulder met. His tongue played lightly around the pebbly areolae of her tits, avoiding the turgid nipples.
She reached for his cock, but he moved away. He wanted her to be aware of only the sensations of her own body. His tongue passed down the middle of her body, pausing at her navel to dip inside and tickled the rim.
When his mouth reached her thick pussy hair, she sighed deeply, sure that he would eat her pussy now. Instead, he kissed the hollows at the tops of her thighs. She shifted her hips from side to side, chasing his tongue with her pussy. He lifted and spread her legs, then tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
She was becoming desperate for an orgasm. No one had ever loved her body and built her desire this way. Her body jerked violently when his tongue curled around the opening of her sex channel.
But it didn't stay there or go inside. It moved over her outer pussy lips from bottom to top, then it traveled down the inner lips. She writhed and turned, her body a series of fluid movements from head to toe. Just when she thought his tongue was going to land on her clit, it left her body entirely.
"No! No!" she wailed desperately. "Oh, God, lover, plese get me off!"
Without touching any other part of her body, he applied the tip of his tongue to her clit. She started screaming and jerking before he even began vibrating his tongue on her love button. When he did start moving his tongue, her movements became wild and violent.
He brought her off twice with his tongue. While she was still cumming, he shoved his cock into her cunt, splitting her pussy lips and steadily feeding his cock in.
She kept cumming. She had reached that plateau where anything would make her sex gun fire. Her orgasms came one after the other as he stroked into her cunt, stretching it to its maximum.
Suddenly pulling away from her, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Her orgasms were overlapping in a continuous string. She automatically struggled to her hands and knees and lifted her ass to him.
He knelt behind her, took her by the hips, and pulled her ass back and down, spearing her cunt again with his stiff prick. She sank down, easily accepting his cock, still cumming. He put his arms around her and fondled her tits and pussy mound as he fucked her in short, rapid strokes.
She didn't start cumming again. She had never stopped. Every stroke of his cock into her increased her orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes focused on the big mirror in front of her. She had the eerie feeling that she was watching another woman being thoroughly fucked. The flickering candlelight made the images waver and ripple, lending an air of surrealism to the vision.
Her orgasms ripped through her body, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a mass of quivering jelly. She became one big pussy, reveling in the mind-bending erotic joy that consumed her.
Peter pushed her away. She fell on her side, her body quivering and quaking as her orgasms continued to tear into her. Her feelings were so strong she didn't even know if he had cum. She touched her pussy, seeking evidence that he had ejaculated. Her touch made her cum harder. She frigged her clit, not caring what he was doing. Her only interest at the moment was the sensation in her cunt.
Peter coated his prick with oil, pushed her onto her stomach, and straddled her hips. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he put the head of his cock against her cunt lips again and applied pressure.
"Oh?" Julie murmured, loving what she was feeling. "Oooohhhh," she moaned almost desperately as her pussy was opened. She was still frigging her clitoris, keeping her emotions on that high plateau of pleasure. "My God, yes! Oh, yes, lover, fuck me! I can't stand it! Don't ... don't ... don't stop! Give me every inch of that lovely thing!"
He already had. His cock hair was rubbing against the rounded cheeks of her up-turned ass. He paused, giving her snatch time to become accustomed to the massive intruder, and giving his own emotions a moment to cool. Her pussy was so tight! And so hot. He had almost started cumming before his cock was even halfway in her. When he felt that he dared, he began fucking her with long, slow strokes.
Without any warning, his orgasm tore through him. The cum began gushing out of his prick in great spurts, squirting into her guts with enough force to blow a hole in her belly.
Julie screamed in sweet agony as his throbbing prick set off new waves of orgasmic delight within her. He strated fucking her faster, his movements controlled by ancient instincts. His yell of joy joined hers.
He fell forward on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, held there by her clenching pussy muscle. Moving with great care, he turned them onto their side. They lay motionless, his prick still stuffed up her, their breathing ragged and shallow. He cupped her tits and felt the rapid thumping of her heart.
It took fifteen or twenty minutes for her emotions to subside enough for her to talk coherently.
"Woof, woof," she said, then giggled.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked lazily.
"Everything was doggie-style, so I thought I should tell you in dog language how much I enjoyed it. Your cock is soft, but it's still filling my pussy so full."
"Was it too much? I wanted your body too much not to try it."
"I don't think so. I can handle your dick quite well. I'm going to be a little sore, though. You're not the first one to fuck me like that, but you're certainly the biggest!"
"Oh? Have you been fucked like that very often?"
"Now don't get green-eyed on me. No, I haven't. Only a couple of times before. Have you ever fucked another woman like that?"
"No. I was always afraid to try. You've been taking me so easily and I just thought...."
"You thought right, dear. I've been wanting you to do it, but I was afraid to let you try. Thank God you got me so hot before you tried. You really did a job on me, lover. It was magnificent. For a stodgy old guy!" She laughed and wiggled her ass.
He hunched his hips forward, getting a sharp intake of breath from her.
"Stodgy, huh? You've never been fucked better and you know it."
"Ain't that the ever lovin' truth! I think it's working.
"What's that, baby?"
"Your effort to get me hooked. I can't imagine what it would be like not to have your big cock."
"You're forgetting my hands and tongue. Or do you think I'm just a big prick?"
"I won't touch that one, not even with that ten-foot pole sticking up my pussy. Is there some champagne left? We might even get revived enough for me to get another sample of your hands and tongue. You've never jacked me off, you know. Maybe you'd like to do that."
"Why don't you do it for me?"
"Okay, if you'll jack off for me at the same time."
"Ah, lady, I knew I made a good choice when I went after you! That's the kind of woman I want."
"I'm afraid that's the kind of woman you've got, whether you wanted her or not. I'm thinking of hosting a little party soon. I want to invite Alice and Bill over for a little fun. Would you like that?"
"Hmmmmm, I think so. Just a foursome?"
"Oh, I know a couple of married ladies who would die to sample your cock! And one single lady who knows more about sex than all of us put together. Do you think you can handle a whole bunch of beauties at one time?"
"Let me go clean up and I'll give you a sample of what I can do. Okay?"