Chapter 14
Pete took an afternon off just to be with Julie. She spent the morning with Alice and her group, then did some shopping on her way home.
The session with the coffee group had been just what Julie had needed. She had been hungry for the taste of pussy. Now that the group had two new members, she had gotten her appetite well satisfied.
She wasn't even upset that Peter's friend Sam, was arriving that evening for a visit. That could even turn out to her advantage if he was a willing type.
When Julie got home, Peter was stretched out on a chaise lounge by the pool. He watched her as she walked toward him.
"Did buying that new dress and hat put that spring in your step?"
"Do you like it?"
She twirled around. The full skirt billowed out, showing a lot of shapely leg. The top was cut low so a lot of tit showed.
"The dress is great. I'm not sure I like the wide brim on the hat. It hangs gown and hides your lovely face."
She kissed him and sat on his lap with her hands on his shoulders.
"You should have seen the way I dressed a few months ago. You wouldn't have given me a second look. One of these days, I'll tell you why I changed."
"Okay. I wish I could wear cooler clothes, like shorts."
"It is a bitch when your cock hangs down too far, isn't it?"
"It's a real pain."
"Not anymore. I'm getting so I can take it quite well."
"I meant not being able to wear shorts, smart ass. How was your coffee party?"
"Super, lover. You really must meet the girls. You'd gel a big bang out of them."
She watched his face closely to see if he had picked up on her double meaning. She had a strong mental image of them taking turns with his monster cock and with each other while he watched. She shivered so hard it made her ass wiggle.
"Are you chilled, dear? You aren't coming down with something, are you?"
"Just shivers of delight, lover." She wiggled her ass again. "Based on what I feel under my ass, I might go down and cum, though."
She straddled his legs, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and ready to use. She pulled her skirt up, seated the head of his cock between her pussy lips, and slowly sat down.
"Uhhhhh," Peter groaned. "You certainly do that easily enough now."
"Practice, dear." She spread her skirt out, put her hands on his shoulders, and began fucking him. "You know what, lover? I'm going to cum right away. Will you join me?"
Her voice was light and airy. She felt absolutely wild and wanton, sitting on his lap, fully clothed, with his cock in her. One of her fantasies was to fuck out in the open this way. Doing it after spending the morning sucking pussy with five hot, sexy women added some additional spice. The floppy hat brim bounced up and down as she fucked him energetically.
"My, you're in good spirits. Does Alice spike her coffee?"
"No, but she served some spicy juice that makes you smack your lips. Ah, lover, your cock feels wonderful."
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," another voice, a woman's voice, said.
Julie pushed the brim of the hat up and looked at the owner of the voice without missing a fucking stroke. What she saw was a pretty little pixie-mid-twenties, about five feet tall, barely one hundred pounds, small breasts and slender hips. The blonde hair was cut very short. At first glance, it looked like a boy.
"Well, that depends on who you are and what you're doing here," Julie said calmly.
"Sam?" Peter said, surprised and exasperated. He looked over his shoulder and confirmed his fear. "What the hell are you doing here? You said after six"
"So sue me. I made better time than I expected to. Since you seem hung-up, dear friend, I'll just hang around. Have fun, dear," Sam said to Julie. "If you can."
"That's Sam?" Julie asked in surprise. "You didn't tell me he's a she."
"I guess I didn't. Samantha's Sam. Her idea. Though I don't know why. I think she hates men."
"So that's what she meant by that remark. Well, I've got news for her. I am having fun. And I'm about to have some more. Hang on, baby, we're going for a ride."
Julie kept fucking him, riding his cock energetically.
"Maybe we should stop, baby," Peter muttered.
"Don't you dare make me get off! It isn't my fault she's here early. Besides, you know I like to finish what I start."
"Oh, what the hell! Go for it, baby. I'm with you."
"God, are you ever! If I opened my mouth wide, dear little Sam could see the end of your cock down there." Her breathing quickened and her face became flushed.
"Oh, yes, lover, I'm right there," she whispered. Then she screamed. She continued pumping her ass up and down at a furious pace.
Peter followed her into orgasm, leaning back in the lounge and thrusting his hips up to meet her lunges. He roared hoarsely, much louder than he usually did.
Julie ceased her movements, breathing deeply. "Damn, that was good. Thanks, love, I needed that. You were more vocal than usual. Was that because Sam was watching?"
"Was she?"
"She's right over there in the pool."
Sam's clothes were lying at the side of the pool. She was standing in the shallow end, calmly looking at Julie and Peter.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "What do I do now? I have to go inside."
"Not me. I'm going for a swim. Why don't you join us?"
"She's my friend, Julie, not a lover."
"So? Haven't you ever heard of best friends?" Julie giggled and climbed off him, leaving his limp cock hanging out of his pants. "If she's not interested in men, she won't care that you're naked."
"Damn, woman, you're impossible!"
Peter stuffed his dick back in his pants and went inside. Julie showed she could be just as calm as Sam.
She turned toward the pool, undressed, and dived into the deep end.
Julie swam underwater to the far side. When she surfaced, her head was between a set of legs. She held onto the side of the pool and let her body hang down.
"Well, hello again," Julie said.
"Hi," Sam replied. "I see that Peter is still a wet blanket."
"You shouldn't be so hard on him. He's not really as mean as he sounds."
"Couldn't prove it by me. We grew up together, you know. He used to be a pretty nice guy."
"You just might find that he's changed back into being a nice guy."
"Oh? That would be the surprise of the century. Have you known him long?"
"Not very. Our relationship is a very close one, if that's what you're asking. I know you're friends, but he didn't say exactly how close you are."
"First. Our mothers were best friends. We lived next door to each other for years. Peter was the brother never had and I was the sister he never had. We used to be so close. I miss that terribly."
Julie took a shot in the dark. "Is that why you don't have a main man in your life?"
"You're prying and clutching at straws. I don't know you well enough to discuss such things with you."
"I'm prying, but I'm not clutching at straws. As to not knowing each other well, that could change. I'd like for us to be friends. We have more in common than the way we feel about Peter."
"If you dislike him so much, why do you live with him and let him fuck you?"
"I don't dislike him and neither do you. You're just saying that. Didn't it turn you on to watch us fuck? You seemed very interested. I think you wished you could take my place."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"I'm not. Didn't you undress and go swimming in the hopes that he'd join you? Did you think that being nude would remind him of something from your earlier days?"
"You're nude, too. He's got that silly rule about no swim suits."
Sam wanted to change the subject, but didn't know how. This sharp young woman was getting too close to the truth about some things.
"You could have defied him. You do have a crush on him, don't you? That doesn't bother me. I've heard a lot about best friends and lovers. Was he the first man you got it on with? Did he get your cherry?"
Sam answered without thinking, trapping herself. "No, we never did it, even though I gave him every chance and tons of hints. He always treated me like his sister." She stopped and gave Julie a heated look. "You're pretty damned smart, aren't you?"
"It was just a wild guess." Julie dropped her eyes and stared at Sam's pussy. "Do you trim your hair?"
Sam noticed where Julie was looking. She rubbed her hand over her pussy, baring her clit in the process.
"It isn't trimmed. I just don't have much hair there. Some blondes don't you know."
She continued to apply pressure with her hand, looking down into her crotch as her clit popped out of its hood.
Julie leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the tiny clit. Sam spread the lips of her pussy and hummed with pleasure.
"I was hoping you'd do that. I've been aching to cum. Watching you fuck Peter that way turned me on."
"Don't you jack off?"
"Sure, but I'd rather be sucked off."
"Were you so sure you would be? You must have know that Peter wouldn't do it for you. That left me, unless you're expecting someone else to show up."
"I wanted you to do it. All I had to do was give you an opening."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Honey, I've had enough experience with women to tell a bisexual. I knew it the moment I saw you. Does Peter know?"
"I don't know. I've never told him outright and we've never had a threesome, so he'd had no opportunity to find out that way."
"Let's go inside where we can do this right."
They went to Sam's bedroom. The pretty little blonde got on the bed and held out her arms to Julie. Julie knelt by her, her eyes glittering with passion as she looked at the exquisite doll.
"Your tits are so perfectly formed." Julie put her tongue on one of the nipples.
"My nipples are very sensitive," Sam said huskily.
Julie kissed and tongued the pert little buds. To her surprise, they almost doubled in size as they hardened. When they were fully erect, she spent several minutes alternating between the perfect cones, sucking deeply at each nipple.
The blonde's body undulated sensuously. After a few minutes, her body rhythm changed and became more of a twisting motion.
Julie continued to suck and tongue the charming little tits, eliciting deep moans from Sam. Suddenly she shook all over and cried out louder as she came.
Julie left the tits and kissed her way down Sam's body to her navel. The little indentation was almost as sensitive as her nipples. Julie moved on down to the blonde mound.
Sam opened her legs in invitation. Julie moved her mouth lower on the delicate flesh. She ran her tongue back and forth through the sparse tendrils of blonde hair. Sam's hips came off the bed as she urged Julie's mouth lower by pushing on her head.
Julie was eager to taste Sam's pussy, to suck her off, but she also wanted the same thing done to her. She turned around, straddled Sam's head, and lowered her pussy to the blonde's mouth.
Sam's tongue snaked out and burrowed into the soft, musky flesh of Julie's cunt. The flat tip roamed over the brunette's clit, drawing it out of its hood. Julie whimpered in pleasure and dropped her head between Sam's splayed thighs.
Same delved more deeply into Julie's pussy with her tongue. In turn, she was rewarded with a steady flow of tasty cunt nectar when Julie's plush cunt lips opened. Her tongue hungrily sought within the slick cunt flesh and lapped up the juices. Julie responded with deep moans and a churning of her hips.
The silky flesh of Sam's thighs locked tightly around Julie's head as she licked into the blonde's quim and then began sucking and tonguing ardently on the blonde's clit. She drew the small, erect bud into her mouth and vibrated her tongue on the sensitive nubbin of tingling flesh.
They drove each other into the spasms of orgasm. Both bodies thrashed about violently as they clung to each other's buttocks. They ended up on their sides, legs locked around heads, riding out the storm of their passions.
"You are a damned good pussy-licker," Sam murmured. "I thought I was going to blast right off into space."
"From the way you were both thrashing around, I'd say one was no better than the other," Peter said softly. "You two put on quite a show."