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.