Oooooooooh! That's more like it!
Philip's feeling of triumph knew no bounds as he felt Julie writhe under him and force his aching cock all the way up into her warmly moist and tight cuntal passage. He knew then that she was his and that he could fuck her now anytime he wanted her. He'd make her his mistress for as long as she pleased him… and the way she was going after his cock he might keep her for quite a long while. He thought of how he had tricked her into fucking him, she was such a good artist that he would have given her a show without fucking but she had fallen for his threat… just like Al Cortini said she would. His friend had told him that basically he thought she wasn't getting enough cock from her husband so that underneath her together exterior she was really horny and lonely.
Slowly then, he pulled out of her until just the bloated head of his cock remained in her, just inside the wide-stretched mouth of her cunt.
It ignited a thousand little brushfires inside her, inflamed by the vacuum his withdrawal had left within her. Julie's hands came up his back and caressed downward to his muscular hips. With desperate strength she tried to pull him deep up into her needful cuntal sheath.
He eased his solid length down into her again, pushing it deep into her soft belly and feeling the heat of her envelop him as she undulated passionately beneath him. Inside, her cunt walls squeezed and milked at his turgid cock; it drove him wild, but he was determined not to hurry.
He was going to bring her slowly to the apogee of her orgasm… fuck her so skillfully that she would go almost insane with desire… and keep her coming back for more.
Patiently he began to swing his hips from side to side, wedging into her grindingly while at the same time making sure that there was maximum contact as his pubic bone swept back and forth across her sensitively hardened clitoris. He did nothing more than that for the time being, his tongue lashing in and out between her lips with suggestive eroticism. Additionally, his hands caressed and kneaded at her flanks, breasts, hips and buttocks, playing on her body like a master organist who draws the most from his instrument in terms of fine nuances of sound, and beneath him her arousal grew by leaps and bounds to a power so uncontrollably ecstatic that she was sure she would not be able to contain it.
Julie's pleasure was indescribable. The blonde haired young woman loved the relentless way his burgeoning cock pushed into her, teasing her and making her arousal so complete, and now as he began to thrust in and out of her searingly needful cunt with a slow, steady tempo his hands and mouth busy constantly, she sucked at his tongue and moaned with delicious rapture. Within her, ecstatic sensations surged to and fro, and she began to move under him, countering his every deep-thrusting upward plunge deep into the soft and tender confines of her cuntal sheath, fucking back at the joy-giving shaft of maleness with which he drove her in order to help satisfy her own rapidly increasing lust.
Beneath him, Philip felt her writhing undulantly up against him, and her breathing began to come in shorter sighing gasps of pure pleasure.
He increased his speed ever so slightly, and now he was also swinging his hips from side to side, knowing that it would make her feel even more filled with cock than his massive hardened already did.
Suddenly she bucked under him and twisted her head aside breaking the deep tongue-jousting kiss. "Oh God… Philip! Fuck me!" she groaned.
"You like it?" he leered down into her face.
"Yes! God… yessss!"
"How do you want it, then?"
"Deep! Deep and hard!" she begged. "Fuck me… hard! Shove your cock all the way inside my cunt… and fuck me!" Julie cried, skewering her searing cunt up the full, turgid length of his plunging cock.
Slipping his hands down over her undulating buttocks, he locked them under her knees and leaned back slightly; then he moved up over her, raising her legs high and widespread, almost to his shoulders. Hard and deliberately then, he leaned down over her and drove his thundering cock deep up into her splayed cunt-flesh.
"Oooooohhh!" she moaned beneath his pounding cock, every nook and crevice of her vaginal sheath feeling filled to overflowing with his hard man-flesh.
Still she wanted more. Abjectly she begged him. "Fuck me… Philip! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE! OOOooooh!"
Philip rewarded her by grinding deeply into her, emphatically, each time she uttered the shrieking obscenity. He could feel his own build-up to ejaculative orgasm now and knew that she likewise was within an extremely short period of time before her explosive climax would rock her. He bored up into her and felt the clasping walls of her vagina milk and suck at him while back behind the root of his slaving cock there was that familiar acid-burning, heralding the release of his sperm.
Suddenly, her eyes were swimming, sight-dimmed, in their sockets and her head rolled from side to side uncontrollably as though it were on oiled ball-bearings, her lovely blonde hair becoming mussed. Below, her desperate loins thrust up at him even though he was holding her thighs widespread with his massive cock goring in and out of her, practically pinning her to the floor.
He ground into her ferally, his hands tearing at her, now massagingly and again his fingers digging deep into her flesh only to change to a gently, smoothing caress.
Then she shuddered convulsively. From deep in her chest an unearthly moaning scream came tumbling.
"Ooooo-augh! Myy Godddd! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAaagghh!"
Holding himself in abeyance until that moment, Philip now allowed himself to piston into her like a runaway pile-driver. He slammed into her with fury, ramming deep up into her, his pubic bone smashing hard into hers, which heightened her orgasm already in progress.
Spewingly, he came. The load of liquid semen gushing from the head of his slitted cock with a wonderfully satisfying sensation. "Aaaugghhh!" he grunted with obvious relish. "What a fuck! What a marvelous cunt! Christ!"
With a sigh he released himself on top of her, his cock still buried up to the hilt of her, stiff, jerking and shooting his cum, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fully enjoyed the immensely erotic sensations that were rampaging through his satiated body.
Julie Moore was ecstatic, it had been too long she now realized, too long since Randy had really fucked her, now with Philip Randolph's cock still in her she knew that she had to have this, she had been repressing her desires ever since her affair with Al. She realized now that she was a fully sensual woman with strong needs and desires, and her husband had definitely not been fulfilling her in months. Whenever they had made love of late he had seemed indifferent to her, he hadn't aroused her or caressed her body he had just plunged into her and fucked, seemingly not caring whether she had an orgasm or not, something was really wrong between them, now having experienced the joy of sexual union again she could acknowledge this. She looked up at Philip, still collapsed on her sweat-soaked body and sighed a tremendous sigh of relief rather as if some tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. All these months she had been afraid to face the fact that her relationship with her husband was practically non-existent and yet his rejection of her had caused her to cease believing in herself as a woman. Philip had re-lit those fires of self awareness, now she began to be aware once again of her beautiful body and it's sensuality. She would no longer deny herself sexual fulfillment, she had to have it and if Randy wasn't there to give it to her then she would get it where she could and right now, Philip Randolph was providing that possibility. She would use him just as he was using her!
CHAPTER THREE
It was almost 9:00 p.m. when Julie Moore finally left Philip Randolph's gallery, having been wined and dined by the amorous older man. She felt very precious and cared for, it had been a long time since any man had paid her that kind of attention and she liked it. Occasionally she and Randy went out for dinner but mostly along with several of their friends, nothing romantic or candlelit for them. On odd occasions her closest friend David would take her out for dinner when Randy was out of town but they were really like brother and sister, although at times Julie had suspected David of being secretly in love with her and desirous of her body. She had never allowed that possibility to manifest however, and good friends they had always remained.