Julie Ch. 08

Julie pulled herself out from under Greg and turned around on the bed, facing him on her hands and knees. Looking up into Greg's eyes, Julie extended her tongue to the underside of his cock head. The strong, musky odor of her own orgasm was in her nostrils as she licked away a bead of precum.

Taking his sticky shaft in his hand, Julie wrapped her lips around it and lustily sucked her own juices from it. Tasting herself on the velvety rock of his erection made her feel especially slutty. And she loved it.

Maybe Greg knew dozens of women who would suck his cock after he had been inside them. But he was the only man Julie would do this for. His hands ran across the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine as she cleaned the traces of her arousal from his stiff shaft.

Greg took her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back so she was looking up the underside of his cock. Then he put a knee on either side of her head, leaving Julie looking straight up at his dangling sack. He leaned forward, putting his head between her legs, using his fingers to pull her lips apart and his tongue to find her sensitive areas.

As he leaned down, his cock dropped into Julie's face. She knew what to do. Even as her legs squirmed and her hips bucked from Greg's oral stimulation, she took his cock back into her mouth.

Her previous forays into the world of sixty-nine were more an exercise in balance and coordination than eroticism. Tonight it was as different, as everything else with Greg was. Tonight, Greg's tongue was going to drive her to orgasm while her mouth was full of his cock. The thought alone nearly drove her over the brink.

But Greg's tongue was too practiced and precise to need much help. He licked around her clit and her lips, briefly building her anticipation. Then he covered her clit with his tongue, swirling firmly until Julie's body felt like it could no longer endure it. She tried to keep sucking on Greg's cock, but there was no way. She was far too distracted.

It was all Julie could do just to keep him in her mouth. And she wanted him in her mouth when she came. She didn't know why, she just knew that was what she wanted.

As the heat of her passion erupted inside her, Julie opened her mouth wide to moan around his shaft. Her parted lips combined with the thrashing of her body as her orgasm stretched, twisted and shook her almost caused him to slip away. But his length worked in Julie's favor. Even as she writhed, his long cock stayed in her mouth until her scream passed and she was able to wrap her lips around him again.

The warmth and tingling that followed were almost as satisfying as the initial burst of pleasure. Suddenly, a new surge of warmth spread out to every inch of her. She had just had an orgasm with a nine inch cock in her mouth. It was so damn erotic, exciting, hot! Writhing in ecstasy with her mouth on a man's cock... Who knew she could love something like that? Something so slutty?

Just as the wave was passing through her, beginning to taper, some new, almost overwhelming sensation nearly wrenched her out of the bed. It was Greg's finger, penetrating her ass. She reflexively whipped her head to the side, expelling his organ so she could scream. The sound that came out of her was high and reedy as her back arched and her hips thrashed from side to side.

His finger was up her ass! And she couldn't believe how incredible it felt! Even as these thoughts forced their way into her awareness, her lower body clenched violently, convulsing in a fresh orgasm. Everything around her got blurry, indistinct as the passion exploded inside her. Her lower body was like a clenched fist, held tight in the ferocity of her orgasm.

Greg wiggled his finger inside her, sending additional, nearly incapacitating surges of ecstasy through her. It was like he was playing with the exposed wiring of her body, crossing the wires, causing her to short circuit, arc and burn. Her insides were so tightly clenched that she wondered distantly if she could rupture herself. Even after he withdrew his finger, the aftershocks continued to shake her for several long moments.

Finally, the intensity passed and her body flopped almost limp to the bed. Julie became aware of Greg's cock still hanging in her face, rubbing against her cheek. She immediately took him back into her mouth and, wrapping her hands around behind him, began sucking him with a frantic energy.

She lifted her head off the bed, over and over, rising up to engulf as much of his shaft as she could. It was a reckless effort, full of more enthusiasm than technique. Her own slurping sounds were making her hot, as were Greg's appreciative grunts and moans. She could feel trails of saliva running out of the corners of her mouth, dripping on to her neck. Julie poured every ounce of herself into the effort, desperate to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

Julie needed to feel his cock swell and tighten in her mouth, needed to taste his hot, salty satisfaction as it coated her tongue. She labored relentlessly, sucking his cock as hard and as fast as she could for as long as she could.

But their relative positions were working against her. It was awkward, bobbing up to take him in. She couldn't do what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it. As amazing and hot as it was to have him straddle her head and lower his cock into her mouth, she just couldn't suck him the way she wanted to.

After several minutes, she collapsed back on the bed, her tongue still swirling around his head as she breathed heavily from her exertions. Greg rolled off of her and lay beside her on the bed.

Julie rolled slowly to her hands and knees, still trying to catch her breath. She knelt beside him on the bed and, flicking her hair behind her ears, lowered her head over his cock again. She parted her lips and took him back into her mouth. She was less hurried now, partly because she was physically tired, partly because it was suddenly less urgent to make him cum. Now it was more important to pleasure him and build him up to that orgasm.

Slowly, Julie pushed herself down his shaft. She was, as before, disappointed that she could only take part of his length into her mouth without gagging. She wanted to taste every inch of him, pleasure his full member with her lips and tongue. Certainly, in Greg's many encounters, he had met a woman or perhaps many women that could take his cock down to the hilt. Julie felt strangely inadequate for her inability to do so herself.

Why hadn't she done something to improve her skills? It was a strange thought to have. She didn't even know what the thought actually meant or how she would have gone about 'improving.' Nevertheless, the feeling that she wasn't doing it as well as she might have nagged at her.

She bobbed slowly, sucking gently, moaning as she slid up and down his sizeable erection. Greg for his part showed no disappointment in her abilities, but Julie couldn't help wondering what comparisons he was making.

After a few minutes, Julie decided she wanted him inside her again. She threw her leg over Greg, putting her back toward him. She marveled again at the size of his cock as she wrapped her hand around it and rubbed it in her neatly trimmed hair. Then she rose up and moved until it was directly under her. As she lowered herself onto him, she clenched her teeth, expecting his girth to hurt. But she was so wet now, so stretched, that he slid in easily.

Still, as she sat down on him, she felt him pressing her insides in ways that only he had. It wasn't exactly painful and the pain there was contained so much pleasure. She reached the bottom of his cock, moaning low as she braced her hands on his thighs. Julie felt if she slipped, fell with her full weight onto his cock, he would be forced so hard, so far into her, that she would hurt herself.

It was part of the eroticism, Julie knew. To be with a man who's cock was big enough to physically hurt her. What she wouldn't do to give pleasure to the man who had a cock like that!

Slowly, Julie bounced up and down on Greg's shaft, her head getting swimmy as she lost herself in the feelings it stirred inside her.

"Did you like how I did it this morning?" she asked over her shoulder. "Did you like finishing in my mouth?" She continued to rock up and down on his length, wondering if her words were exciting him as much as they excited her.

"Mmmmm," Greg groaned, nodding. "You know I did."

"Want to do it again?" Julie looked back at him, her chin tucked into her shoulder in a seductive pose, her hair falling across her face. Was that genuine lust in his eyes? Was he turned on at the thought of cumming that way? Did he find it kinky and erotic?

Julie turned away, sliding up and down, faster and faster. Whimpering sounds were emanating from her, but she was only distantly aware of them.

"Let me know," she panted. "Tell me when you're close." She pumped up and down on him a few more times before looking back over her shoulder at him again. "So I can wrap my lips around your cock and swallow your cum."

Greg groaned in response, obviously turned on by Julie's slutty desire to suck him off after they fucked.

Julie didn't have to wait long. Whether Greg was already close from everything up to that point, or whether it was Julie's announced desire to have him finish in her mouth she wasn't sure. But before she felt herself approaching another orgasm, Greg slapped at her ass.

"I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

Julie responded immediately, slipping off of his massive shaft, climbing off to the side and lowering her mouth over him. The smell of her own pussy intensified the kinkiness of the act, made her feel so slutty. She barely had time to taste her own juices before Greg swelled and burst. His thick offering spewed into her mouth in several jets as he groaned and clenched his fist in her hair.

Oh, God! It was so wonderful to feel him erupt that way!

Julie had always thought that women who claimed to love sucking cock, to love cum were only saying so for the sake of their men. But this... well, it was just sooo damn hot! Greg with his mammoth organ was filling her mouth with sperm and she was going to swallow it down like a good slut should. And she would greedily keep sucking until every drop was wrung from him.

She had always liked giving oral pleasure to her man, of course. But this was different. She didn't merely 'like' it. Even 'love' wasn't quite expressive enough a word. It didn't capture the raw, burning lust she felt as her adams apple bobbed and his ejaculate slid down her throat. It was filling some need in her. She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly, but she knew that, having had this experience, she had to keep having it. It was an addiction now, one that she had to feed.

Greg was groaning and twitching as Julie continued to suck gently on his fading erection. She knew in a moment or two, he would become too sensitive and she would have to stop. And she didn't want to stop. She wanted to keep feeling him in her mouth and in her pussy... over and over and over. It seemed that the more he made her cum, the more she wanted him to make her cum again. And the more she wanted to return the favor.

Finally, Greg grunted and pushed Julie away, his cock falling limp on his thigh. Even spent it was an impressive sight and Julie couldn't resist running her tongue over it again. Then she sat back on her haunches, kneeling on the bed beside him and sighing contentedly.

Julie wanted to know how the sex they had just had compared to the sex with all the other women Greg had had. Did they do for him what she had? Did they do it as well as she had? Had she succeeded in blowing his mind just a little bit? Given him something a little hotter, sexier than he was expecting? Or accustomed to?

He pulled her down beside him as he rolled on to his side to face her. He wrapped her in a warm, strong embrace and kissed her passionately. Julie's lips parted as she kissed him back, lost in the blissfulness of the moment. Her breasts smashed against his muscular chest as his arms encircled and squeezed her. She felt warm and safe and satisfied.

Julie realized that her skirt was still tangled around her waist. She quickly unzipped it and pushed it off, tossing it on the floor. The resulting uninterrupted contact of their bodies was wonderful, intensifying her enjoyment of the moment. She kicked off her heels too, wondering if they had made the impression on Greg she had hoped for.

Greg's hands ran up and down her back as his lips nibbled and pressed at her own. Julie was still a little surprised at the intimacy Greg showed. In her mind a man like him—a player—wouldn't be into to mushy post-orgasm kissing and embracing. It made her feel like there was more to this than him fucking her and her sucking his cock. It almost made it feel real.

Of course, that could be a clever manipulation on Greg's part, Julie realized. By giving her that post-coital affection, he was only making her more willing to please him again. If he was a jerk, she might still fuck him. After all, she was getting some pretty good orgasms out of the deal, right? But her willingness to be so pleasing, would it still be there?

Julie told herself that she wouldn't do a lot of what she had just done if he treated her that way. But she wasn't sure. There was no denying the thrill she had gotten from all she had done tonight. Perhaps she wouldn't have enjoyed it if Greg was callous in his treatment of her afterward.

In any case, it was moot. Greg held her and caressed her, made her feel special and appreciated, if not loved. And, under the circumstances, that was a pretty good deal. She snuggled her head against his chest with a grateful sigh.

"Stay the night," Greg whispered in her ear.

Julie stiffened, suddenly remembering that she was expected at home.

"Oh shit!" she cried, flipping over to see the clock on the night stand. "Shit!" She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, looking around for her bag. Her phone.

"Stay with me tonight, Julie," Greg persisted, undeterred by her sudden panic.

Julie grabbed her phone and turned to look at Greg. He had rolled onto his back, hands behind his head. His athletic, toned body was lying in all its glory on the bed before her and even in her anxiety, it stirred something in her. Their eyes locked for a long moment as Julie tried to tell him that she couldn't.

Then she started to wonder if maybe she could. Hadn't she told Gary that she had to drive Ashlee home? She could tell him that Ashlee got sick and she was going to stay the night. And take Ashlee back to get her car in the morning. That would certainly sound reasonable.

And, of course, Gary was simply not the suspicious sort, Julie thought ruefully. She should have been ashamed to use that to her advantage like this. But then she looked at Greg's magnificent body and thought about climbing back into bed with him...

She stepped into the bathroom and dialed.

Gary was, unsurprisingly, very understanding. In a few moments her phone was back in her bag. As she put it back, she saw the spur-of-the-moment purchase she had made on the way here. She took it out and turned to Greg.

"Okay, I can stay," she said with an insuppressible smile. "How about a nice massage?" she added, holding out the tube of oil she had bought. Greg grinned and rolled onto his stomach.

"Mmmm, thought you'd never ask," he said as she climbed back into bed and knelt beside him. Julie squirted a spot of oil on his back and began to rub it into his shoulders. "Mmmm," he moaned again as she massaged him.

The oil felt warm and tingly on her hands and it had a soft, delightful scent to it. It almost made it seem romantic, though that was a silly thought. Or maybe just too hopeful a thought. She rubbed his shoulder blades and down to his lower back before putting more oil on him and working her way back up to his neck and shoulders.

Julie could feel the relaxation spreading through Greg's muscles and it pleased her. Not in a sexual way necessarily. But something about his response made her happy. It made her feel slightly foolish, like a child who had been given a gold star for a job well done. There was no denying that she was enjoying it though.

And again, it was different from the things she did for Gary or had done for boyfriends in the past. Not that she hadn't felt good about them, but there was a depth to it this time. Something fundamental, elemental. Something that resonated at the core of her being. It wasn't on a rational, thinking level. It was so far beyond that, too far to put words to it. It was a glow radiating from within, somehow generated by her act of pleasing this man.

Julie put a little more oil on Greg's back and began to work her way down again. This time she didn't stop at his lower back. She kneaded and rubbed his tight ass and then slid her hands down to massage his solid thighs. His back was glistening now, coated with the oil. As Julie rubbed his legs, she felt a desire to lay on his back and transfer the oil to her own body, have Greg's hands deftly fondle her as he rubbed it into her.

Julie let her hands slip down between his legs a few times. Greg moaned appreciatively each time and she knew it was only a matter of time before he was erect and inside her again. The thought warmed her pussy the way the oil warmed her hands.

Abruptly, Greg rolled onto his back. Their eyes met and Julie hesitated a moment. But only a moment. She quickly recovered and put some oil on his chest and began rubbing it. Greg slipped his hands behind his head and inhaled deeply as her fingers massaged his pecs and shoulders.

There was something a little different about his smirk as he watched Julie caress him. It was softer, perhaps satisfied. Whatever it was, Julie noticed it and couldn't keep herself from smiling. And Greg, of course, took note of that.

He reached his hands up, took hold of Julie's shoulders and pulled her down on top of him, coating her breasts in the oil from his chest. She wriggled against him, loving the way the oil made her breasts tingle. She felt herself getting hungry again, wanting him again. She pushed herself back and forth against him, rubbing her breasts on his chest, smearing the oil between their bodies.

As she raised herself up on her hands and knees, Greg's hands went straight to her breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them. In their slippery, oil-covered state, they squirted playfully from his grip. The slipperiness enhanced everything about his touch and Julie was wet and moaning again almost immediately. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to his, even as his fingers pinched her nipples, eliciting a low, powerful moan.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her back, their tongues once again intertwined. He squeezed her breasts and nipples as their lips pressed together. She felt so ready to have him inside her again.

She broke away from his kiss and cast her eyes down at his cock. It was stirring, but nowhere near hard yet. She reached her hand down and cupped his balls gently, fondling them, caressing them. Then her hand worked its way up to his cock and she wrapper her hand around its expanding base. Within a half dozen slow, sensual pumps, she could feel him start to stiffen and grow, almost to his full size. Its red, bulbous head was like a beacon, beckoning her. She drew in a deep breath and sighed, almost in satisfaction, as if she already knew how good it was going to be. And didn't she?

She slid off the bed and put her heels back on. Then, standing at the foot of the bed with her back to Greg, she spread her legs apart and bent forward. Surely, he could see the juices glistening between her legs, could see her swollen lips, smell her female cravings.