Philip Randolph was leaning close to the young woman now and Julie had to move away from him quickly to prevent him planting a kiss on her neck. Now, suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to go through with the venture. However, she didn't stand a chance, Philip snatched the glass out of her hand and planted his mouth firmly on hers, his tongue going sinuously into her mouth between her protesting lips and teeth.
It probed deeply, erotically, and his arms went around her to crush her lusciously curvaceous body to his own.
Squirmingly, she writhed and fought for release, while his hand cupped up the fullness of one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing hard into its resilient softness. Slowly, his tongue moved in and out of her mouth, suggesting copulation. He did it several times and then suddenly she was kissing him back.
He tested her. He began to withdraw his tongue from her mouth, but she held it, sucking on it and drawing it back into her oral cavern, refusing to let it get away from her as she felt the flaming tingle of arousal in her loins. Fiercely, she thought about Randy now, her mind imagining all sorts of lewd and perverse actions that he could be involved in. For the first time in her life she began to really think about her husband and how elusive he had always been with her about the times he was away. She greedily sucked on the gallery owner's tongue now in an effort to pay Randy back for his imagined infidelities.
Then, he was taking her hand in his. Firmly, he guided it to the throbbing erection that pulsed jerkingly inside his pants. Curling her fingers around it and holding her hand in place, he probed his tongue deeply into her mouth, running it in and out, smoothly. He was overjoyed when he felt her response, her body relax against him, her mouth sucking on his tongue, while below, her hand tightened around the thick length of his cock. No! She suddenly panicked, I can't do it! She let go of his hardened penis as though it were a red-hot poker.
Desperately, she twisted her head aside to break the erotic, deep-probing kiss and gasped. "No Philip, I've changed my mind, I just can't do it!"
"That's a piece of crap!" he shot back. "You're hot for it… so why don't you relax and enjoy it! Just admit that you need to be screwed… because your husband obviously hasn't been taking care of you!"
"Listen I'm not that kind of woman!" she spat out.
"That's not what I hear from Al," he chuckled. His strong-fingered hands came down now to grasp her softly pliant buttock cheeks and pulled her loins in hard against his own.
"All right Philip, you want to fuck, maybe I do but how do I know you'll keep it to yourself."
"You'll just have to trust me my dear," he said sincerely enough to convince her that he would keep their secret.
Suddenly Julie threw all caution to the wind, she wanted her show and she wanted this attractive man to fuck her. "Let's do it," she gasped.
"I'm getting hot… and I want you."
Philip Randolph could hardly believe his luck but he certainly wasn't going to give her any opportunity to change her mind. Quickly he began to disrobe, Julie following suit until he was completely naked, and she was standing in bra and panties. Julie gasped as she looked at Philip's long thick cock spearing out from a thicket of brown hair.
She saw the raw desire in Philip's face and she realized that it had been a long time since Randy had desired her this way. In school, where they had first met they had been ardent lovers and in their early days in Berkeley too. It had only been since her career as an artist had started to bloom that Randy's love-making prowess had tapered off. At times it had almost seemed to her that they were in competition to see who could make it in their prospective fields the first. She didn't have time however to think about Randy any further, Philip was already pulling off her brassiere, digging his fingers into her breasts and kneading her nipples. Then before she realized what was happening she was being pushed back onto the floor, his mouth seeking hers for a brief moment and then his lips were moving down to her beautiful firm breasts.
He kissed one, then the other, his tongue flicking out to lick at the hardened nipples before taking one into his mouth to suck slaveringly, almost like a child. He felt it lengthen and grow even more erect.
Shifting then to the twin, he worked at it, while below his naked cock was insinuating itself down between her still nylon pantie-clad thighs.
Barely able to lie there and accept his homage to her luscious breasts, Julie's loins undulated up against the hardness of his erect penis. His sucking, teasing and biting of her nipples was sending ecstatic sensations through her, and she wanted him to take her. God! She wanted him… wanted him to push into her, ram the whole length of his thick cock into her searing cunt and fuck her, right then!… but she knew she would have to be patient, to wait for him to lead the way.
… Then she was holding her breath in expectant anticipation. Philip was leaving her breasts, all tingling and aroused, and was slithering down her body, his mouth trailing down over the soft, white flatness of her belly, his tongue dripping briefly into the dimple of her navel.
Her hands were on his head now, pressing him gently downward.
In a moment he had stripped her panties from her, his strong hands pulling her legs apart. Then his mouth was dipping down between her softly tapered white thighs; at the same time his thumbs were spreading the tender pink and moist lips of her cunt wide apart. With an animal like grunt of lustful joy, his tongue shot out to probe all around them, licking her just inside the moistly heated opening. His reward as quick in coming. Her hands on his head pressed him in tight against the hot flesh of her cunt, and her hips writhed up to him with feral urgency.
"Oooooooooh!" Julie expelled her long-held breath, her groan a heartful relief… but she wished for something else. God! Why doesn't he concentrate on my clitoris instead?
Over and over, Philip worked his long tongue in and out of her warmly palpitating vaginal mouth. He heard her groan from deep in her chest that ended in a constant mewl of anticipation, and he knew that she was aroused… ready for anything. There's only one way to find out!
Briefly, his mouth left her searing flesh as he hauled her straight, then he was swiftly reversing his body until his knees were straddling her head. His hands went under her hips, cupping up the softness of them and pulling them apart as her legs involuntarily splayed wide to give him ready access to her loins. He said nothing… but his message was eloquent.
Again, he dropped his head down between her lovely white thighs, his tongue this time going unerringly to the spiky hardness of her ecstatically throbbing clitoris.
Philip's joy knew no bounds when he felt her soft hands move caressingly over his buttocks then slide back to cup all his balls, kneading them in their sac and almost causing him to cry out with the pleasure of it. Then he felt her fingers close around the lust-hardened shaft of his massive cock.
The knowing way in which she handled him told him that she was certainly no stranger to oral sex. In an instant he knew for sure. He felt the rubbery, blood-bloated head of his cock probed at by her moistly pink tongue. Restraining his wild desire to sink his aching cock straight into her mouth, he waited while at the same time keeping his teasing tongue busy on her clitoris. Up and down the short length of it, she licked, paying special attention to the sensitively throbbing head of the miniature phallus.
With a long drawn-out moan, her loins bucked up against his mouth and undulated circlingly; at the same time, he felt her tight, ovaled lips slip over the pulsating mushroom-shaped head of his cock, sucking it into her hot mouth willingly. Only then did he begin to lower his hips, spreading his knees a little wider and allowing his thick length penis to push slowly and surely into the depths of her mouth. In a few moments she had absorbed almost all it, and he felt her lips nibbling at the shaft. It drove him wild with desire. In the next instant, he had shoved the full turgid length of it deep into her mouth and part way down her throat.