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.