A Night With Julie part 3 ATTENTION: This story is copyright RandyRockStar © 2003. Any of my stories may be downloaded for personal & private use at home -- -- BUT -- Reposting without express permission of the copyright owner (namely, me) is illegal and could, therefore, result in legal action. My stories are only intended for display at /~RandyRockStar/. Thank you. - RandyRockStar 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.