Julie was so delighted with the young boy, she felt no need to search for sexual enjoyment over the next week. She was delighted to be his real live dream, and she felt proud to give him his dream. Being worshipped by a boy his age gave her more pleasure than she had ever imagined.
Mark remained out of school for over four days, and the two spent all that time together. Loving her from a distance the past year, he was an eager student, hungry for the things she taught him.
Julie, sensuous, her sexual personality bubbling at all times, was a good instructor for the boy. She took delight in showing him, telling him in her graphic way, the things a boy and girl could do with each other. That he was so inexperienced made it all the more pleasurable for her.
After screwing Julie four and, once, five times a day, Mark had learned to pace himself, to slow his wildness down. There were a few times when his lust overpowered him and he fucked her with that blinding speed again, but with patient enjoyment she finally taught him some measure of control. Mark performed anything she suggested, eagerly, lovingly.
The second day with Mark, Julie taught him to suck her pussy, showing him the anatomy of her twat and what gave her the most pleasure. Without hesitation, Mark shoved his face between her thighs and kissed her snatch for a long time, tonguing her clitoris and sucking at it the way she instructed • him. Julie, somewhat partial to a tongue on her pussy, would lean back and let the eager young boy lick and kiss between her thighs, holding her climax back until she was almost delirious with pleasure. Then, just before she came, she would wrap her warm thighs about his head, holding him firmly as she came, writhing her crotch hard into his face until the poor boy would turn almost blue from lack of oxygen.
Yet, although it smothered him at times, Mark would eat her snatch and tongue it avidly, only pulling away when he had to suck in a breath of air. But immediately he would shove his mouth back to her cunt and lick and suck with renewed pleasure.
During the long hours of the day while her brother was in school and her mother at work, Julie would undress and let the awed boy examine her body, position her in all manner of lewd exposure. She had finally gotten him to detail the images he used of her during his year of masturbation, and she willingly posed for him that way. Mark would gaze at her, pumping on his cock. Julie was thrilled to be his girl, as she told him. And while he positioned her and jerked at his prick, she would talk to him, whisper the words he wanted to hear. But she would not let him come by his fist. Mark didn't want to, anyway. Julie always had him stab into her pussy before he came, taking his ejaculation there.
Mark's parents didn't question his time spent with Julie. They had always liked her, never suspecting she was such a sexual person. All girls, they knew, dressed the way she did, so that wasn't unusual at all. Besides, Mr. Burney had a secret longing for Julie himself, but that was as far as he would let it go. Like many men, he took pleasure in looking at a beautiful young girl in revealing clothing, but he wasn't about to become involved with any of those sweet, pretty teenagers.
Mark's father envied his son, though. He envied the boy his youth, his so easy friendship with the beautiful Julie Kramer. And, like his son, Mr. Burney would sometimes conceal himself in the bathroom of his home and jerk off, imagining himself with Julie.
But he never approached Julie.
Had Julie known of his interest, she would most certainly have encouraged Mr. Burney, the way she encouraged all men who showed interest in her. But, he didn't, and therefore failed to consummate his desire to fuck the lovely young girl.
On Friday, just before the weekend, Julie taught Mark a new and different way a girl could please a man, or in this case, a boy.
The weekend coming up would mean Kenney and her mother would be home with her, which meant she would have to leave Mark alone, unless she could sneak away with him for a while. So, she decided it was time to advance his education in the pleasant ways of sex.
It was not yet noon, and the day was giving promise of being very hot. Mark had agreed the day before to be at Julie's house by ten, and he was there sharply. Julie had chosen to wear her bikini in the house today, knowing the pleasure it would give Mark to see her in it. He had spoken of casting covert glances at her last summer when she was in a bikini, and how much he enjoyed seeing her that way.
Meeting Mark at the door, she gave him a quick kiss, then stepped back and postured for him.
"Wow!" Mark gasped, his eyes running over her flawless figure. "You're great! You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world, Julie."
"And you're the sweetest boy," she gurgled in pleasure. "Like me?"
"Oh, boy!" His eyes took in the swell of her breasts, barely concealed by the yellow halter. In fact, when he looked closely, he could see the pebbled pinkness of the circle surrounding her nipples. Just barely, but see it he could. Her navel was a dimpled beauty, and the bottom of her bikini was tied at each hip with a small bow. The front was hardly more than a tiny triangle, concealing her pussy only, and very little else.
As his eyes drank in her loveliness, Julie tucked the front of her bikini inside, exposing the curling edges of her pussy hair. This created even more arousal for the gazing boy. Moving her hands behind her, she did the same to the back of the bit of cloth. Every inch of her long, creamy thighs were exposed, with the only break where the bows were. Slowly, she turned.
Mark gasped.
The bright yellow cloth hugged her shapely ass, and she had rolled and tucked the top in so that the dimples of her ass-cheeks were exposed, as was about two inches of her warm, inviting split between the cheeks. She had adjusted the bottom of the bikini so that the lower curves of her ass-cheeks were revealed, the whiteness there contrasting erotically with the gold of her tanned thighs.
"Pretty, huh?" she giggled, wiggling her ass at him.
She turned to face him again, holding her arms out. "Well, don't I get a kiss for this?"
Mark came into her arms, his own wrapping about her body eagerly. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and he began to suck on it the way she had taught him. Julie squirmed deliciously against him, dropping her arms to his ass. She squeezed his ass tightly, made a small mewling sound in her throat as she sucked at his tongue.
Backing away, she took his hand and pulled him toward her room.
"Today," she said happily, "is my day, darling. You don't have to do anything but enjoy it. I've got some wonderful plans for you, and I know you'll love them."
"What are the plans?" he asked eagerly, always ready for whatever she thought up for them. "Come on, tell me."
She smiled mysteriously at him, cocking her head to one side prettily as she regarded his crotch. "No, this is a surprise for you. You'll find out soon. But I'll promise you, honey, you'll like it, so don't worry."
She was amused by his already trembling anticipation. She knew just what she wanted to do with the boy, and her heart was thudding excitedly as she contemplated the next few hours.
Now that Mark had gotten his look at her in the yellow bikini, she moved her arms in back, pulled the tie strings of her halter, and let it fall to the floor. As always, Mark's breath caught in his throat when he saw her fantastic breasts. He knew those two things the way he knew his own cock and balls now, knew it required both his hands to fit about them, knew the delicious taste of those long nipples. And still, his breath would catch like a huge lump in his throat every time he saw them.
With a lewd smile playing about her full, moist lips, she moved her hands to the draw strings at her hips. With a gentle tug, they gave way. But before the bikini bottom could fall away, she cupped it in her hands, holding it there as she examined his expression. Pleased by the look on his face, she ran one hand past her hip, took hold of the cloth and then, slowly, she worked it back and forth between her thighs. Then, teasingly, she pulled it from between her thighs, held it a moment, then let it, too, fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked and proud.
Julie knew what her body looked like, and was ready to show it off to an appreciative boy or man any time. She made a slow twirl for him, letting his eyes burn over her smooth, creamy flesh. Then, facing him again, she cupped her breast in one hand, massaging it. The other hand slipped in between her thighs and gently squeezed her cunt.
Already, Mark's cock was swelling inside his jeans. It never required much to make him hard, but Julie loved to play with him this way. The anticipation was one of her greatest pleasures, and she knew that the longer she held him from coming, the better it would be for him.
"It's time you took your clothes off, Mark," she whispered to him, her eyes gleaming in bubbling passion now. "Take them off, honey… let's see what that thing is doing."
Mark began to remove his clothing, his eyes burning on her. Julie watched him with glowing eyes, both her hands now between her thighs. She spread her feet on the floor, arched her pelvis forward, and deliberately pulled the hairy lips of her cunt apart, letting her inflamed clitoris free of the moist folds. As he undressed, she teased herself by rubbing at the sensitive bud, using the fingers of her other hand to touch and fondle the lips of her cunt, now and then sticking two fingers as deep as she could into her twat.
The last of Mark's clothing fell away, and Julie gave a murmur of pleasure as his cock bounded upwards, slapping at his stomach. She swayed her hips toward him, pulling her hand from her dripping cunt and wrapping the fingers about his prick. Slowly and tantalizingly, she stroked him, then fondled his balls, hefting them. And all the time she kept rubbing at her distended clitoris.
"Get on my beds darling," she urged in a smoky voice. "Lie back on my bed."
Mark did as she asked, but she wasn't satisfied. "No, I want you to let your legs hang over the edge, Mark. Scoot your ass to the edge."
He complied, watching her with half-glassy eyes. His cock stood upright, aimed at the ceiling, throbbing and jerking, dripping-from the flaring piss hole. Julie stood and looked at him, her fingers brushing up and down at her swollen clitoris. She loved the way his balls seemed to tighten up into his crotch, the manner in which his cock throbbed and jerked as though it had a life of its own.
"That's better, honey," she said thickly, gazing at his cock and balls. "Now, you just relax and enjoy yourself."
She knelt to the floor, her hands on his knees. She pulled them apart and inched herself forward. With his knees against her sides, she took his prick in one hand, his balls in the other. Squeezing his cock, she began to pump slowly, twisting her fist about. She brushed her thumb over the smooth, dripping head, smearing the seeping fluids all around the stretched flesh of his prick. As she stroked at his dick slowly, she caressed his balls, tugging very gently on them, then squeezing.
Leaning down, she kissed him on his right thigh, about halfway to his crotch. Mark trembled, pulling a pillow beneath his head so he could watch her. Turning loose of his cock and balls, Julie ran her hot palms up and down his thighs, her lips following, sometimes trailing her hands, sometimes leading them. She kissed from his knees up his hairless thighs, coming very close to his cock, but never placing her lips on it.
"Like this, honey?" she murmured, her hazy eyes gazing up into his. "Do you like me kissing your thighs this way?"
"Gosh, yes!"
"You're going to like what I'll do in a minute a lot more," she promised, tickling along his thigh with the tip of her tongue. "I'm going to make you flip right out of your skin."
She shoved his knees far apart, bent lower, and began to run the flat surface of her tongue along the smoothness of his inner thighs. From one to the other, her tongue went, but slowly, ever so slowly.
Finally, she pulled at his hips until his ass was hanging precariously over the edge of her bed. Then, cupping his ass-cheeks in her palms, she began to kiss at his quivering stomach. Her tongue lapped delicately about his navel, then dipped into it, twisting and wiggling like a small Worm. Mark shivered with the new sensations she was giving him. He wanted to reach for her, but she always stopped him.
"That's a no-no, honey," she whispered to him, when he tried to grab her head. "No touching until I'm ready for you. Let me do it."
Again she returned to licking at his thighs, paying most of her attention to the inner aspects, knowing from her own experience this was the most sensitive place. His cock was dripping copiously now, throbbing and jerking wildly. Now and then, Julie would reach for it and smear more sticky juice about it.
Lifting up, she once more began to kiss at his stomach, licking around his navel. She twirled her tongue and poked playfully into it, making Mark shudder in pleasure. She giggled softly, telling him: "That's called a tongue-fuck in the belly button."
"I'll fuck you in the belly button," he grunted. "I'll fuck you anywhere you want me to!"
"Oh, you're wicked!" she squealed with delight. "Would you flick me in the armpits?"
"Yes!"
"How about my ear?" she teased. "Would you fuck me in my ear?"
"Anywhere!"
"Mmmmm, lovely," she murmured, licking the flat surface of her wet tongue up and down his stomach, moving from the fuzz of his cock to his navel. "You certainly don't have much hair around this sweet prick of yours, do you?"
Mark wasn't going to answer. He couldn't answer her. As soon as Julie had said that, she took a long, lazy swipe along the bottom of his cock, licking from the very base to the smooth, swollen head. More juices dripped from the flaring piss hole. Julie wrapped her fingers around his cock, her thumb on the long tube below, her fingers pressing the top, and she milked a large bead up from his cock to the piss hole. Mark's eyes widened as he saw her dainty tongue dart out, flick up the juice, then lick down the cock to the base once more.
She had taught him how to suck and lick her snatch, but this was the first time she had ever put her mouth on his cock. It had not even dawned on Mark that she would do such a thing. He knew, by now, that she was more than willing to do anything with him, but that had never entered his mind.
"Ohhhh," he groaned as her tongue made another long, slow glide up his cock. "Ohhh, damn!"
Julie ran her tongue about the smooth head, tickled at the piss hole again, then smiled up at him. "You like that, honey?"
He started to sit and reach for her again.
"No," she said softly, putting her hand on his chest and pressing him back down. "I told you, this is your day. You don't do anything but relax. I'm going to make you feel better than ever before."
"How?" he croaked.
She giggled at him. "Why, silly… I'm going to suck you off."
"Suck me… off?"
"Of course," she laughed at his expression. "Surely you know about that, don't you? After all these days of sucking my cunt, you surely knew a girl would suck cock, too, didn't you?"
"Suck cock?"
"You are silly, honey," she purred, stroking his prick. "Girls love to take a big, beautiful, hard prick in their mouths. Didn't you know that?"
"Gosh!"
"I love to suck on a sweet cock," she murmured, her eyes watching her hand move lazily about his dick. "I'm a pretty good cocksucker, especially if it's a boy like you."
"A boy like me?"
"Of course. Young and virile, always hard. What can you do with a soft cock except piss with it? But, when it's nice and hard, why, a girl can do so many pleasant things with it."
"Suck my cock?" he asked again, amazed and pleased at the same time.
"That's what I said, honey," she purred softly. "I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and suck it, and I'm going to make you come, too. I want your delicious come boiling into my mouth and down my throat."
"You're going to swallow my come?"
"That's the best part of being a cocksucking girl, baby," she said. "Drinking a boy's come is the greatest."
But as she started to lower her mouth to his straining prick, Julie remembered something. She suddenly remembered the man on the beach, the man with the fat, sloppy wife. A giggle burst from her lips. A shiver went through her as the idea formed.
Without saying anything to Mark, she placed her hands beneath his knees, shoved his legs up and pressed them down onto his chest. Holding his legs back that way, she looked at him. His cock and balls still stood proudly between his thighs, but what she was staring at was the pucker of his asshole. Again she shivered Funny, she thought, that I never even considered an asshole to be something I could have fun with.
His ass, like the rest of his body, was totally devoid of hair. She liked that. There were, two strands near his asshole, but that was all. Julie licked her lips slowly, then lowered her face to his ass. She didn't kiss the cheeks; she ran her tongue over them.
As her tongue moved about the cheeks of his ass, Julie suddenly understood the man on the beach. She understood his pleasure at licking her ass. This was new to her, and it was fantastic. Her mind soared as she ran her tongue all over Mark's ass, but she teased herself by staying inches away from his asshole.
"Gosh… gosh… gosh!" Mark was muttering, his eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling, feeling her wet tongue licking all over his ass. "Gosh… gosh…
Julie's mind was flaming with perverse pleasure. She had always considered herself to be thoroughly experienced in sex, but she was understanding now that there was so much she didn't know.
Pulling back, she peered directly at his asshole. She could see it flex involuntarily. His balls had drawn up very tight, and his cock throbbed. But right now she had no interest in those things. Later she would, but not now. With a soft moan, she shoved her face into his ass, pressing her lips hotly onto his asshole. She kissed him there. Then, with eyes closed tightly, a groan of lust bubbling up, she opened her lips and sucked.
Mark shuddered with the fantastic sensation of what she was doing. He had never felt anything like it before in his life.
Still pressing the back of his thighs, holding them down against his chest, Julie pulled back and peered at his asshole once more. "Ooooo," she crooned, and shoved her parted lips onto his asshole again. She sucked, then kissed, then her tongue came out. She licked furiously at his asshole for a long moment, her pussy almost in fits, her own asshole flexing.
She tapped her tongue against the pucker, wormed it about. She wet it with a great deal of saliva, and then, twisting her tongue, she pressed inward. At first, nothing. Pressing harder, and still harder yet, she felt his asshole give. Her tongue slithered up his ass.
"Holy shit!" Mark yelped.
Julie moaned as her tongue moved into his asshole. Her naked body, on her knees, shook with the perverse sensations that erupted within. She thought she would come then and there, all by having her tongue in his asshole. She held it there for a minute, feeling it clench on her tongue. Her nose and eyes were pressed against his balls, and this added to her pleasure.
Finally, she withdrew her tongue, but not all the way. As she felt it start to slip free, she shoved it back in. And began to fuck him up the ass with her tongue.
Mark was yelping and twisting with intense pleasure, his mind blazing at this new element. He grabbed his knees, holding them against his chest, and shoved his.ass up and down against her face. Now that she didn't have to hold his legs up, Julie quickly stabbed her fingers into her boiling cunt, finger-fucking furiously as she ran her tongue in and out of his asshole. Her other hand flew behind her shaking body, and she rammed her middle finger deeply into her own asshole.
She glued her lips around the hairless hole, pressing them in tightly as her tongue dived in and out. She felt as though she were going to come at any moment. The fingers in her pussy jerked, clawed at her inflamed clitoris as though she would tear it off, and the finger up her ass moved speedily.
Mark held his legs wide, looking down past his straining prick, but he couldn't see anything but the top of her coppery hair. He grunted and moaned with passion, mumbling incoherent words of encouragement. Julie, jerking her fingers away from her pussy, but continuing the fucking of her asshole, grabbed his cock above her head and began jerking on it furiously. Jacking his prick and tonguing him up the ass almost sent her into orbit.
Mark could feel the hot breath panting from her nose against his balls, and the combination of being jerked off and tongue-fucked in the asshole was too much for his young mind to take, or his body.
"I'm going to come!" he screamed.
Julie, absorbed in what she was doing, didn't hear him. Her hand pumped furiously up and down on his cock, her tongue snaking back and forth into his tight asshole. Suddenly, she felt his cock jerk, then it spewed. Her eyes opened, her tongue coming from his asshole. She saw him spewing his semen onto his jerking stomach, her hand pumping madly, unable to stop. Thick, pearl white semen ran down her hand, and she removed her own finger from her asshole.
"No!" she groaned. "Please… not yet! Ohhhh, don't come yet! No… no… nononono!"
But it was too late.
As though transfixed by the sight of his cock squirting, she failed to move. Then, with a wild sob of disappointment, she lifted up and shoved her mouth to the head of his cock. But he had finished.
Whimpering in frustration, Julie began licking her tongue across his stomach, licking up the warm semen. Time and again she licked, then when his stomach was clean, she started on her fingers.
Mark stared stupidly at her, amazed by her actions. At the moment, Julie looked like a demented girl, starved for the taste of his semen. And indeed she was, her tongue licking at her hand furiously, her eyes open but glazed, her nostrils flaring. When there was no more semen left on her hand, she seemed to come out of her trance.
"I didn't want it that way," she wailed. "I didn't want you to come that way, Mark."
"Gosh, Julie," he protested, letting his legs fall.
"I couldn't help it. You had your tongue up my asshole and were jacking me off so fast, I just-"
"I know," she said. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been so fucking hot. But it doesn't matter, honey." She flipped his limp cock with a finger, nudging it from one side to the other. "I can make you hard again, you know."
Crawling upon her bed with Mark, Julie stretched out, her hands above her head. Mark watched the delightful jiggle and tautness the position caused her breasts to assume.
"You're so beautiful, Julie."
She flashed a smile at him. "You're always saying that, Mark. You keep it up, I might start believing you."
"Well, you are."
"Is that all I am?" she murmured. "Only a beautiful girl to you?"
"Christ, no! You're… well, you're… " Mark wasn't old enough to find the words he wanted.
"Wouldn't you say I was a willing girl?" she smiled warmly. "I mean, a girl who can make you happy? In other words, don't you think I'm a hot ass?"
"I didn't want to say that."
"Why not? Isn't it the truth?"
"Yes, I guess it is, but I don't want you mad at me."
She laughed. "I wouldn't get mad at you for calling me a hot ass, honey. I am, and I know it. Why lie about it?"
"I wish this would have happened before."
"What? My tongue up your asshole?"
"Well, that too," he traced a finger about her nipple. "But I was talking about all of it."
"Silly, you were too young before," she teased. "What could you possibly have done with me, say, a year ago?"
"Whatever you taught me," he said.
"I'm sure you would have had a good time," she replied. "But there wasn't anything in those balls a year ago for me. What would I have gotten out of it?"
He shoved his finger into her moist pussy, wiggled it, slipped it up and over her clitoris. Taking the sensitive flesh in his thumb and forefinger, he twisted and pulled tenderly, the way Julie had taught him.
"I kinda think you'd have found something," he said.
Julie laughed softly. "I think you're probably right, Mark." Her thighs parted giving him access to her cunt. It was normal for them to play and fondle and fool around after he had discharged. Julie knew it would require a while for his cock to stand up again, and she allowed him total freedom of her body during the time she waited. She had knowledge of the voyeuristic thrills many people had, and exploited herself to give them this extra charge. She willingly assumed any position the thirteen-year-old boy wanted her in, knowing he was creating his real-life dream of her.
But she was steaming, had been since he had come off so swiftly. Shoving his hands away from her pussy, she pressed him to his back and sat up on her heels at his side.
"You should be hard by now, Mark," she said, looking at his semi-hard cock. "It hasn't taken you so long before."
He peered at his prick, a slight frown on his beardless face. "Maybe that son of a bitch won't work anymore."
Julie took his cock in her hand. "Want to bet?"
She lowered her face, hovered above his prick as she held it up by two fingers. "I can make any cock hard."
She proceeded to prove it.
Holding his cock at the base, she sneaked her moist tongue out, flicking it over the smooth head. The boy watched, eyes wide. Julie licked her tongue about the head, down each side until his prick glistened wetly. She lifted her face and looked at his prick. It still wiggled like rubber in her fingers.
"Hmmmm," she frowned. "Guess there's only one thing to do."
She opened her mouth and gobbled down his half limp prick. Mark groaned as the hot wetness of her mouth closed about his cock. Julie sucked inward until the full length was in her mouth, a task that was easily enough accomplished since he wasn't fully hard yet. Her lips pressed into the curling hair at the base. She compressed her lips tightly, her tongue pressing at the bottom to make his cock tight against the roof of her mouth. She sucked upwards, gripping the head just behind the ridge with her lips, stretching his cock.
She held him this way for a moment, her tongue licking around the piss hole. She released the tightness of her lips, and before his cock would pull away, she raced down, and closed them around the base again. She repeated the same maneuver about five times, and his cock began to swell inside her moist mouth. She continued sucking on him until he was throbbing again.
"There!" she said, triumphantly. "Nice and hard again."
"You're fantastic, Julie!" he exclaimed. "You know about everything."
She gave a slight frown, then said: "No, not everything… but I'm trying to learn it all."
"Are you going to suck me off?"
"Would you enjoy that?"
"Yes!" he shouted, wiggling on the bed.
Julie laughed, saying: "Well, I guess I've got to keep my new boyfriend happy, don't I? Here," she twisted about on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, lovely naked ass waving near his shoulders. "Poke me with your fingers while I suck you. That way I can come too."
"Want me to eat your pussy?"
"Just your fingers will do right now," she replied, bracing her hands on each side of his squirming hips. His cock was standing rigidly up-right, the swollen head pointed like a beacon at her sweet lips.
Ovalling her lips, she sucked his cock in. As she began sucking him, she wiggled her ass in the air, silently telling him to start poking around her pussy.
Mark ran his hand up the inside smoothness of her thighs, fingered about and located her inflamed clitoris. As he twisted and pulled at her clitoris, Julie began to suck, slowly at first, letting the thrills grow inside her body. Her head bobbed up and down, her copper hair waving, brushing at his thighs and stomach. Having a cock in her mouth was always a fantastic thrill for Julie.
She could feel his fingers feeling between her thighs, and she wiggled her ass in the air as he thrust two fingers inside her cunt, finger-fucking her only to pull them free and grab for her clitoris again. Mark was groaning as the intensity of her sucking grew, rocking his ass about below her face. Julie, making soft sounds around his prick, licked and sucked, her lips making pressure as her tongue raced everywhere.
She felt Mark's other hand move up the back of her thigh, then it caressed her ass-cheeks. She wiggled as the sensations of pleasure flowed through her, and he was then rubbing at her asshole with one hand, the other doing all kinds of delicious things to her pussy. Sucking at his cock, she twisted her ass, humping it back and forth into his hands. She could feel the throbbing of his cock between her lips, and it was a signal she had come to know well the past few days.
Slowing her motions, she toyed with his cock, using her tongue and lips gently, holding him back. She wasn't ready for him to come, not yet. She wanted his hands to build her up more. But Mark was far too excited. He began to lift and drop his ass, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Julie gave a muffled giggle and began sucking his cock again. She knew Mark could easily be convinced to lick her off if necessary.
"Oh, shit!" she heard him grunt.
A squirt of semen splashed into her mouth. Julie squealed, raced her mouth down as another spurt came from the piss hole. Then, as his discharge bubbled and frothed, she raced her lips up and down his cock furiously, her tongue licking at the spewing piss hole, her throat swallowing greedily. She humped her ass, and his fingers flew about her inflamed clitoris, the other hand rubbing harshly against her asshole.
Julie felt the shuddering pleasure bubble up inside her body as she sucked up the last of his semen, then she exploded.
It was some time before they recovered, at least it was for Julie. She lay next to Mark, her body glowing warmly, a smile of satiable pleasure on her pretty face. She toyed with his moist, limp cock.
"I saw your asshole moving," Mark said.
"You what?"
"I saw your asshole moving," he repeated.
Julie laughed. "You mean you saw it flexing when I came, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess that was it."
"Assholes do that, didn't you know?"
"I guess I don't know much of anything… but I'm learning fast!"
"You sure are, honey," she hugged him. "I'm going to teach you everything I know, and maybe we can come up with some interesting variations."