Lessons from Julie

He slipped on his shirt and y-fronts and went downstairs. Checked his watch. Bill and Adrienne had barely been gone twenty minutes, there was plenty of time. He was hard again, knowing he was going to fuck the juicy girl lying upstairs for him. He rolled a fag and sipped Export as he smoked, gazing out at the rain-sodden garden. Between rain and wind, the crocuses littering the lawn were battered and drooping.

He liked her well enough, but the real attraction was that she clearly wanted sex. He'd never met a girl like that before. He stubbed out the cigarette. His insistent hardness drove him upstairs. She was still lying on her back, tits quivering as she breathed deeply. He took off shirt and pants, knelt on the bed, parting her legs. He studied her cunt in hushed reverence. Even the soft noises from the radiator had ceased.

His head bowed and he licked her again. The most beautiful scent and taste in the world, he now knew. He hadn't realised that sex was smell and taste as well as physical stimulation. He couldn't get enough of it, lips and tongue venerating her delicious cunt, his cock swelling. Her hips moved slightly under his ministrations, her breathing changing. His mouth moved faster, driven by his own need to pleasure her. She stirred and whispered:

- Sandy, that's fab... going to get me off again... tits too, touch my tits...

He changed position, beside her now, his mouth suckling her as his fingers worked the beauty between her legs, rubbing the bead of hardness, fingers slipping for the first time into her tight vagina. Where his cock was soon going.

- Oh fuck, that's it, fingers in me, but rub my clit still... and bite my nipple ohh...

He had found the way, fingers and mouth working her sexneed. When her hips rose and twisted under him his hand moved faster between her legs and her moans filled the room:

- Ohh yes, more...

As his teeth tightened on the nipple her body spasmed. Moisture flooded the hand at her cunt and she squealed as though in pain. Then sank to the bed. Eventually she raised herself on her elbows, watching the need of his hardness:

- I'm done now. Three times, fuck... Shag me, you need to.

He fumbled with the wrapper and rolled the Durex down his cock. He'd practiced doing it before. She lay back and opened her legs wide. He crouched over her and her hand reached down to guide him in. Jesusfuck, hot wet tightness. His cock was in a cunt for the first time, this panting plump girl below him was letting him shag her. He worked his way in till he could go no further, withdrew and thrust again. She lay smiling at him, wordless as he fucked her. He wasn't going to last, pumping urgently, taking the cunt she offered him, biting her neck roughly till she pushed his head away:

- No hickeys... just shag me. Shag my cunt.

Her crude words triggered it, scrotum clenching, hot charges searing him, and he exploded in her. Collapsed panting on the girl who'd let him have her sex. Her arms closed round his sweated back...

Tyres scrunched on gravel outside. She pushed him off her, his cock sliding from her wetness. He pulled the condom off and glanced carefully out the window: Calum's Spitfire. Julie was struggling into her clothes, heedless of her wet cunt. He followed suit. Sounds of the front door opening. He managed to flush the condom down the toilet before they went down the stairs, trying to compose themselves, Julie fiddling uselessly with her dishevelled hair.

Calum was opening a can when they entered the living room. He looked up, surprise in his eyes:

- Well, Sandy, what an unexpected pleasure. And Julie...

He glanced at them appraisingly, his smile widening. Sandy opened his mouth, but Calum got in first:

- Sorry I disturbed you; bit of a bugger isn't it? The game was rained off at half-time, or I wouldn't have been back for ages. Where's Bill?