Pete's Weekend Ch. 05

Julia rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. Her bedroom was bright with mid-morning light and the smell of breakfast wafted through from the kitchen. As usual she'd awoken to find her body draped diagonally across the bed. She grinned to herself and stretched her arms up above her head, her hands searching the bedside table for her phone and bringing it down to check the time. It was a little after ten, a perfectly reasonable time to be in bed on a Saturday.

Lazily she wriggled her hips across the bed and lowered her feet to the ground. The big, thick rug was soft and warm under her bare soles and she stepped quickly from it to cross the cold wood floor to the carpeted hallway. She checked herself in the hall mirror, tucking her hair back behind one ear and adjusting the little chemise she'd got in to the habit of wearing. The tan she'd got on their holiday was beginning to fade and regardless of what the girls in the office suggested she absolutely refused to spend time on a sun-bed or getting sprayed. As it was her thighs still looked golden as they disappeared beneath the ivory silk she wore.

She leaned in the doorway, happily watching Pete as he moved about the kitchen making breakfast, he was dressed already, presumably he'd been out to get ingredients. She loved that about him: by the time she was awake he'd invariably have got up, gone out and come back, it was like he needed to check that the world was still working before he could relax.

The food smelled delicious, for a moment she considered sneaking back to bed, feigning sleep when he came to wake her. She'd enjoy the way his fingers would creep up her bare arms, delicately making their way to her cheek, even with her eyes closed she'd know he was drinking her in. Sometimes she would deliberately lay in a provocative pose, her chemise high on her legs, her shaven lips on display, or the thin fabric clumsily pulled aside enough for a breast to spill out.

If she really wanted his attention she'd lay on her front, her butt thrust up a little more than was probable for a sleeping figure to achieve naturally. Her chemise pulled up to reveal her pert, firm buttocks and, depending on her mood, her legs parted to expose her expectation. It never failed, Pete would crawl on to the bed and run his hands up the back of her legs until he reached her arse, his thumbs stroking up the soft crevice as he gently lifted her hips. She'd moan sleepily, her eyes wide open as she bit her lip and awaited the inevitable, then it'd come.

Not today though, she was starving and sex could wait.

"Bi-lingual, a god in bed, and you can cook," she said loudly, pushing away from the door and strolling happily towards him.

"If only I were rich you'd have it made," Pete replied, smiling as he turned and placed a plate on the table.

"Who needs money when we've got food and sex?" Julia said, running her hands through his hair as she reached up to kiss him.

Pete's hands snaked down her back and clutched her buttocks beneath the thin fabric, his fingers pressing firmly in to her flesh and going to lift her as their mouths slowly, comfortably met.

"Food first though," Julia giggled, breaking the kiss and reaching back to pull Pete's reluctant hands away.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, turning back to the kitchen to begin tidying the mess.

"Like a log," Julia replied, sliding in to her seat and starting on the pile of food. "Well, except for some time around three this morning, I woke up to find an extremely well-hung young man giving me what I can only describe as the fucking of my life. You didn't notice anything did you?"

"Afraid not," Pete replied innocently.

"That's a shame," Julia said between mouthfuls, "I was hoping I could ask him to do it again."

"Well if I see him I'll pass on your request," he nodded thoughtfully, rinsing the pans and setting them down to drain.

"This really is delicious," Julia smiled, shaking her head as she chewed her way through her breakfast. "Did you eat already?"

"Yeah," Pete replied, drying things and putting them away. "There's always room for more though."

He stood behind Julia and leaned down over her shoulder, one arm dropping to hug her and his hand coming up to cup a breast. He kissed the side of her neck as he groped her lightly, his free hand descending and stroking her bare thighs, his fingers dipping between them as she shuffled them apart. She took another mouthful and chewed quickly, swallowing in time to give a contented little sigh as Pete's fingers brushed over her warm, soft lips.

"You should finish your breakfast," he whispered in her ear, his fingers dancing around the firm nub protruding through her flimsy chemise.

"I'm full," she replied, her hands rising up, offering her body to his caress as she pulled his head lower and turned her own to kiss him.

"You won't want any more then," he teased, retreating enough to keep his mouth out of reach of hers.

"There's always room for more," Julia replied, "I'm sure you can find somewhere to put it."

She closed her eyes and gasped as his fingers made another all-to-brief tour of her lips, coming to rest once more on her thighs. She turned on her seat, his hands moving away and resting on the back of her chair as she looked up, then reached up, pulling him down by his tee shirt and kissing him forcefully. There wasn't any need to say a word, he knew what she wanted, he always knew and he wanted it just as badly.

Pete stepped aside as Julia pushed her chair back and got to her feet, pulling him closer again, his hand instinctively slipping around her thigh as she it raised beside his. In one well-practised move he lifted her off the floor and sat her on the table beside her plate, her knife cold and sticky beneath her bare arse but ignored as their mouths met passionately. Her hands traced up and down his chest as his mouth relented and let her tongue invade first. She loved the feel of his firm body under her fingers, he'd grown in to himself in the last few years, his shoulders were broader and his torso thick and hard. She was proud of the investment she'd made, that was how she thought of him, an investment: taking him when he was young, teaching him, nurturing him, and now he was ready, ripe, and she could reap her returns. And god how good it felt to get those returns.

She dropped her hands and pulled at his belt, breaking the kiss to look down. Pete took the opportunity and pulled his tee shirt off over his head then pushed his jeans and shorts down his legs, automatically shuffling them off his bare feet as their mouths met once more. Julia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, lifting her legs and crossing her feet over the base of his spine. Lowering one hand again she took his hard cock and stroked it up and down, feeling herself moisten as she anticipated its urgent girth slowly stretching her open, that big fat head penetrating her, followed by that thick shaft that she loved to massage.

She ran her hand up and down his length, slowly, feeling him swell further than seemed possible. She was sure he was bigger than that first time she'd blown him in her car. She felt like a glove puppet when he was inside her now, every thrust of his hips had her bouncing and flailing around uncontrollably. But he could be gentle, he could be passive, he'd willingly lay on their bed and provide himself to be ridden at Julia's own pace. On her last birthday he'd agreed to her request and allowed himself to be tied naked to the headboard, ready and erect whenever she'd wanted him throughout the day. She'd had a few friends over in the evening, he could hear them chatting and laughing through the closed door, just one drunken wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and one of them would've found him there. He'd been amazed that none had heard when Julia had sneaked in and used him until she grunted and gasped the quickest orgasm she'd ever had before returning to her friends. He'd heard Diana's voice and had fantasised about finally getting the threesome he'd been promised so long ago, but she'd left along with the rest of Julia's friends, none the wiser.

Pete took hold of Julia's ankles behind his back, uncrossing them and pushing her back on the table, knocking her plate on to the floor where it shattered and threw the remnants of her breakfast across the slate tiles. They both ignored it as Pete pulled the chair with one hand, the other still clutching Julia's ankle as she raised her head and stared down at him. Now seated he pulled her violently back until her butt rested on the edge of the table and she sat up. His hands were on her knees as he looked silently up at her.

"Please?" she sighed, her fingers running across his scalp and gently urging him forward and down.

Pete dropped his head and breathed his way between Julia's perfect thighs, pushing her knees apart as she lowered her back on to the hard surface of the table. Confronted with the delicate petals of her pussy as they eased open Pete lowered his mouth until his breath breezed over her, watching as she moistened before him. He turned his head a fraction and kissed the summit of one thigh, then turned and kissed the other, closing in on her, refusing the urgent but ineffectual pull of her hand on his head. Finally she relented and her hand disappeared up and away, the move of her legs and butt suggested that she'd arched her back, trying to dip her pussy closer towards him. He responded by tracing the edge of one perfect pink fold with the tip of his tongue. Above him Julia shuddered and groaned, the familiar sound of her nails scraping on the untreated wooden surface of the kitchen table as she fought the urge to reach down and grasp his head to force him in.

Pete smiled to himself, sticking out his tongue and tracing the opposite lip up to that little hood, teasing it, loving the sound of Julia gasping as her clitoris emerged to be attended to. Pete tongued it for a fraction of a second before withdrawing enough to lick halfway down Julia's thigh, drawing a frustrated moan from her and reaching up quickly enough to catch her hand as it descended to caress her impatient pussy. He grinned triumphantly.

"You'll have to be quicker-" he began, cut short as Julia's other hand shot down and pushed him hard on to herself.

"Eat me," she groaned, raising her body up on one elbow to watch as Pete surrendered.

The sight of his head buried between her thighs always did it for her, she pushed up against his happily snuffling mouth, pushing him down at the same time, remembering how she'd used to do the same to Diana. Diana had been more gentle though, Pete was getting better but he had some way to go before he could match the time and care Diana had taken. Sometimes Julia missed the feminine touch but it was never long before Pete's mouth had her bucking and squirming beyond the realms of coherent thought. He thrust his tongue inside her, lapping at her hot interior.

"Oh god Petey yes," she cried, her hand pushing him deeper as she tried to part her legs even wider.

He hated being called Petey, but he knew that she only did it when he hit the right spot, he turned his head and flicked his tongue.

"Oh please," Julia whimpered, "please, yes, uh!"

She fell back on the table, her hand releasing him, her thighs flung wide apart, her back arched as she felt her pleasure soar up higher and higher. Pete dragged his tongue up, circling Julia's clit, puckering his lips around it before driving himself back in to her.

"You going to cum?" he asked calmly, a single finger teasing at the entrance to her sodden hole.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded desperately, "please?"

Pete lowered his mouth once more, traced around her lips and suddenly grabbed her legs, pulling them together and lifting them, partially concealing her pussy, locking it tightly between the firm grasp of her thighs but revealing the tight dark knot of her puckered arsehole. Without another word he pushed her legs back over her body and lowered his mouth, licking across her back-door with a wide, flat, wet slap of his tongue, slowly dragging it across the tight little bud until he brought the tip of his tongue up and teased at its sealed core. Julia whimpered for a second before grunting and gasping, her hips twisting on the table, her body seemingly locked in a spasm. Pete continued to tongue the tight knot of muscle until a trickle of fluid oozed from Julia's closed lips and made its way down, clear and silken over her arsehole.

Pete pressed his tongue back, swirling Julia's juice around her hole, teasing at its centre as he waited for her to wink open and grant him access. Above him she continued to moan and whimper through the fading ripples of her first small orgasm. He knew how the game worked and he wasn't going to be happy until she was exhausted and begging him to stop. He thrashed his tongue against her, grinning as she opened up for him, then probing her hot, dark arsehole.

"Oh god Pete, I love it when you lick me there," Julia groaned, her back arching as she tipped her head up and stared vacantly at the blue sky through the skylight.

Having Pete down there, making his way through her tight sphincter, stretching it open and forcing more of his dexterous tongue deep in to her body, she just wished she'd known about his willingness to please her like that earlier in their relationship. She ran a couple of fingers down over her smooth stomach and plunged them between the squashed folds of her labia, finding the wet mess immediately and diving in unobstructed by Pete. Damnit, it was good.

Pete pulled his tongue back a little and ran it around the pulsing ring of muscle, pulling Julia's legs apart and watching as her fingers danced in and out of her pussy just inches from his eyes. She raised her head and stared down at him, her mouth hanging open as her ragged breath gasped and grunted.

"On your knees," he said, pulling his tongue up, slapping it over her knuckles and up across the back of her hand.

Without waiting for a reply he knocked his chair back, pulled her legs out straight and rolled her over on to her front, pushing her legs back until she could kneel on the edge of the table. The back of her chemise was wet and clung to the top of her buttocks as she thrust them back, inviting him to plunge back in. Pete flipped the sodden material up, licking hastily where it'd left smeared traces of Julia's juice then lowering his head and licking up both of her thighs. His hands were on her hips, holding her firmly as he bathed every inch of her skin with his tongue, slowly working his way inwards until his final stroke dragged his tongue over her knuckles once more as her fingers continued to pummel her gushing pussy, then up and back on to her winking arsehole.

"Fuck, that's it, tongue fuck my arse," Julia cried as Pete entered her once more without any of the former ceremony.

As he rimmed her mercilessly he reached down and grabbed at her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy and replacing it with his own, his fingers thicker and longer than hers, stretching her wider, pushing in deeper. She whimpered in discomfort and he hesitated for a second, giving her a moment to breathe before the slightest nod of her head and a quiet 'mm-hmm' urged him on. He brought his thumb up and coated it in the thick supply of her fluid before twisting his hand and applying it to her clit, teasing it clumsily. He alternated between slow, deep pumps of his fingers and circular brushes of his thumb, all the while his tongue and lips making a meal of her delicious arsehole.

Julia's head hung, the dual sensation of both her pussy and her arse being toyed so lovingly driving her lust beyond reason. Wave after wave of bliss lapped through her, each building upon the last as she felt the next inevitable crest surge in to view. Diana had been right, Pete was something special. Sometimes she wondered what it would've been like if she'd taken Diana up on her offer, if she'd gone there that Sunday and joined her friend and Pete in a threesome, Pete doing exactly what he was now but Diana spread out beneath her, another set of lips on her body and Diana's pussy open and delicious before her. But maybe if that'd happened she'd never have got together with Pete, he'd not have moved in, she wouldn't have him at her disposal-

"Sweet Jesus fuck!" she cried.

Pete had pulled his hand from her pussy and spread her cheeks wide apart, spearing his tongue deeper in to her arsehole, thrashing it around inside her as his lips pressed around her ring. He continued to fuck her like that, watching over the curve of her butt as she raised her head and went to look back before the quivering convulsions threw her head up towards the ceiling.

"Fuck me Petey baby, fuck my arse-my god yes," she cried out, the neighbours would hear, people outside on the street would hear, fuck 'em, this was so fucking- "oh, uh, uh shit, that's it- UH oh god!"

Pete knew he had her close, he rammed two fingers back in to Julia's sloppy pussy, fucked them in and out, all the time her face turned up as she ground back against him. She tensed around his fingers, her arsehole feeling as it it'd expel his tongue or rip it off, then with a grunt she relaxed a fraction. Pete pulled his fingers free and without giving her time to realise what he was doing it crammed them in to her arse as he slipped his tongue out.

Julia let out a guttural, animalistic sound of discomfort and turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Pete ignored her look and lowered his head, slapping his tongue up against her dripping lips and flicking it back and forth against them until he reached their apex. Her clitoris was firm and desperate for attention, he flicked the tip of his tongue against it in time with his fingers driving in and out of her arsehole. Finally Julia lifted her head once more and arched her back, her body tensing as the unbearable assault on both her holes drove her to the highest peak of the highest wave, left her sitting there for what seemed like an eternity as Pete's tongue and fingers sent pulse after pulse of bliss through every nerve in her body, then toppled her off, the wave crashing back down, every muscle in her body pushing back, back down against the source of the orgasm, trying to smother it.

As Julia's sphincter relaxed once more Pete pulled his fingers free, trailing his tongue up from the gushing mess of her pussy to the open ring and teasing it as she gasped and moaned through the ripples of her orgasm.

"Fuck," she sighed, "that was- fuck."

She looked back over her shoulder, her shaking arms only just managing to hold her body up, she expected to see Pete standing with his hands on his hips, breathing deeply, exhausted as she was, or sitting on the chair, his head tipped back and sweat glistening on his chest. Instead she watched as stepped up again and took hold of her thighs. He pushed her forward, gently but insistently.

"Move up a bit," he said, his breath even.

At his push Julia crawled uneasily to the middle of the table. She knew what was coming and tried to relax her exhausted body as it continued to pulse in the afterglow of her climax. Pete pulled himself on to the table behind her, his hands once more on her buttocks, fingertips gently caressing the skin, running up under the wet lace edge of her chemise.

"Pete, give me a minute," Julia panted.

Pete took hold of her hips and pulled her back. Julia looked over her shoulder at him, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead. He pushed his hips forward, his cock still erect and eager, his swollen head wet and a deep purple.

"Just a moment," Julia pleaded, a gasp following her words as Pete angled himself upwards and stroked his head over her throbbing clitoris. "Please?" she groaned.

"Say it," Pete replied.