A Night With Julie part 3
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A Night With Julie part 3 (mf, DS, con, manual)
By Randy Rock Star
- For Julie at LavaLife (and MJ too)
 
I loosened my grip on her ass and slid my left hand in between her legs
from behind and shoved a couple of fingers between the puffy folds of
her lips and into her hot cunt. Julie shuddered once again and then
drove herself down onto my hand like she was trying to drive a fence
post into the ground, bounced up and down a few times and then raised
herself up with all the strength she could muster before driving herself
down on my hand again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ..." she said with each
bounce. I decided to give her a treat to push her over the edge so with
my right hand I started a one-two-one-two pattern as if I was playing a
steady beat on my bass guitar. Only Julie's clit was my E string. "Oh
fuck!", she said and she started to moan uncontrollably. My left hand
was drenched in her juices so I bent my left thumb inward and then next
time she came down it popped into her ass hole. I felt like a puppeteer
now, as I began to manipulate Julie from the inside. She stopped
bouncing now and started to shake all over. She was sweating profusely
and was glistening all over. All of a sudden she stiffened and sprayed
about a shot glass of clear fluid all over my arm and my legs. "SWEET
FUCKING JESUS!" she said and she collapsed into a pile on the rug
panting and shivering. I grabbed the throw cover from the couch and
covered her with it. MJ is really going to enjoy this young nubile, I
thought to myself with a snicker.
I knew she would sleep for quite awhile after that. The jumbo
margaritas were going to help too. So I sent a quick instant message to
MJ, suggesting she come around for a saturday morning treat like she had
never imagined and then I set out to prepare for a weekend of fun. 
Emma Jean always hated her name. So when she married and moved across
country to make a new life with him she shortened it to MJ. Emma Jean
was just too hillbilly sounding and her shoulder length blonde curly
tresses didn't help matters. Besides, MJ sounded much cooler in image
conscious Ontario. I didn't know her last name. But that is pretty common
in the swap scene so I didn't think it any big deal at all. MJ was
living a double life since leaving her husband and starting a dating
relationship with an old friend who looked her up after leaving his own
wife. Dick was your slightly better than average lover. He had big
enough equipment for MJ's liking and he could even last for hours. But
he gave true meaning to the term "spent". When he was done, he was done.
For the weekend, maybe even for the week. And like most 40 something
women I have met, MJ was one horny cunt with an insatiable appetite for
sex. A good fuck, no matter how long it lasted was merely an appetizer
for this hot momma. And Dick just couldn't understand her need to go
absolutely wild. He thought her behaviour was strange and unbecoming of
a lady and he told her so. "Fucked in the head" he had called her and
she only wished it could be true in the literal sense. Some dumb luck,
she had. Here in the horniest time of her life, and open and honest
about it, willing to try just about anything to get off and she ends up
in a relationship with the nicest guy she's ever met, who treats her
like a princess but is the most conservative guy in the bedroom you
could meet. 
Some luck, indeed. For she had posted ads in an online web site. Pretty
open and racy ads too, in all three sections, Relationships, Intimate,
and Kinky. After getting responses from weirdoes and freaks MJ called up
Dick after meeting him in the grocery store. They had been dating for
several months now and it was getting apparent that she was on a limited
diet so she left the ads up. She was pretty honest with anyone who
contacted her, me included. She said she was in a relationship now and
only wanted to chat. But the more we chatted, the more she wished she
was a free bird. I got to know all of her deepest desires and I brought
them out of her with the stories I wrote and the emails I sent her. She
told me of her desire to have a threesome, with either another woman or
with two men. But she was afraid to even mention that to Dick. He
thought it was perverted when she asked him to do her with her
vibrators. There was no way he would share her with another man. And oh,
how she wanted to feel two hard cocks in her. I told her I was game for
anything that might get her off like a rocket. All the better to write
about. This only frustrated her more. 
So one night she flipped on the web cam. I didn't have one yet. It was
just a one way broadcast to me. God, she is a beautiful woman. She looks
about 30. We continued to chat and I peppered the conversation with
compliments. She got warm and said she had to get into her sleepwear and
I got excited but she said I would have to wait while she changed in the
other room. She came back in a cute outfit. A loose top with spaghetti
straps and loose fitting silk shorts. Very sexy. We continued to talk
and I increased the temperature of the conversation. MJ started to
subconsciously rub her breasts through the top and I made a remark about
how nice they looked. In pride she lifted her loose top to her neck with
one hand and started to play with her magnificent breasts. Just the
right size with medium aureoles and nipples the size of a grade one
pencil and about a half inch long when they got hard. And they got hard.
And I started to get hard too. I began to type about what I would do
with them, with my hands, with my mouth. And how beautiful I thought
they were. And I kept offering words of encouragement. And to my
enormous satisfaction she reached down with her other hand and pulled
her shorts down to mid-thigh and exposed her most exquisite sex to the
camera. Man, was she hot. She started to massage her mons with her free
hand while the other kneaded her breasts. She spread her legs and gave
me a really good look at her glistening lips and she spread them with her
fingers. I wanted to fuck her then and there but we live a long drive
away and besides, she was hung on Dick. I needed a lure. 
I knew what she wanted. Her biggie was a threesome. Either kind. She
kind of liked the idea of playing Dom and she had never been licked by a
woman. And now I had a present to offer her. In exchange for her own
submission to me I would provide a toy for her own personal pleasure,
and by me too whenever I felt like it. Her own personal slut was an
offer she could never refuse. So I gave MJ directions to my studio loft
and some explicit instructions on what to wear and when to be there. And
what she might expect. But I only gave enough detail to hint at what was
in store, enough to whet her appetite and make her wonder. I knew she
would check her messages when she got home and I knew she would be ready
to screw all night. She would be desperate by the time morning rolled
around. Emma Jean was not going to get much sleep tonight.
I began to get Julie set up in a comfortable reclined position in the
center of the futon couch in my living room. She would sleep well
without getting stiff in this position. I've nodded off many a night
late after the talk shows have finished so I know it's comfy. She was
sleeping deeply now and was completely relaxed so I knew I would be able
to maneuver her into position. I knelt in front of her feet and grabbed
behind her knees and pulled her butt to the edge of the seat. Her head
flopped to the side and she started drooling a little so I got some
small pillows and propped her head up. She stopped drooling but her
mouth hung open and I just couldn't resist putting my semi-hard penis to
her lips. She must have been a thumb sucker as a child, I kid you not.
She went right too it with her eyes closed, sucking away like a kid
whacked out on E at a rave, soother in mouth. It was a major turn-on and
I got stiff as a baseball bat but I had other things to do and besides,
she was starting to knew on me. So I pulled out and she moaned in
disappointment and with a deep breath and a sigh she started to breath
deep, eyelids fluttering slightly. She was dreaming.
Back to work. I spread her legs and with the silk scarves I had
purchased only weeks before, I began to tie her ankles to either side of
the front of the futon frame. With two more scarves I did the same to
her knees. Pulling her arms out to the edges of the couch I secured her
wrists with two more scarves to the back of the seat. I had turned up
the thermostat so that the room was warmer and now here was Julie, fast
asleep, stark naked and lightly but securely fastened in a reclining
position, wide open and on display. A wonderful sight, let me tell you.
I pulled out my digital camera and snapped some pictures for posterity.
Her lips were parted slightly and even her rosebud of an ass hole was
exposed. I took some nice close ups of her crotch. These would make
lovely postcards. "Wish you were here!". Then I put the camera away and
after checking to make sure I hadn't left anything undone I turned
out the lights and curled up in the poppa san chair opposite the couch. 
.... to be continued.