Julie wondered WHY a small part of her was oddly enjoying this. Her husband, Dave, was really good in bed, and certainly proved it yesterday, but The Kid was just...different, and in a very good way. Because Julie still felt the weight of blackmail being held over her head, part of her was doing what she had to do, in order to get through the next week. Then The Kid would be gone, and she could go back to her normal life. At least, as long as The Kid followed through, and that worried her. But even so, WHY was she so quick to simply bend to his will? It was totally counter to her personality; yet, she was not only 'going with it', she was enjoying it.
Take that time then. As soon as Julie got home, she knew that The Kid would be over, and so she was quick to wash herself in the appropriate places, as it were, and texted him that 'all was clear'. WHY was a tiny part of her excited? When The Kid came over, he just walked in like he owned the place, having used the spare key they kept under a potted plant, and it was oddly satisfying. He had then given her something to change into and damned if she didn't find herself liking it, despite it being rather trashy. Add to that, the fact that the kid was nothing if not creative, and the tiniest little part of her was enjoying it...and that part was growing.
Jay was a guy to be sure, but even he had noticed that his fuck-toy was becoming oddly comfortable with this 'arrangement', and commented, "Well you sure seem to be going along with this. Not that I'm complaining."
Julie was changing behind a decorative little screen she kept in the bedroom, and to that, she looked over the top, raised an eyebrow as she nodded and replied, "Well this can go two ways for me, and I choose the easier, but I AM concerned. You know, about what happens when we reach the end of this, because the end is coming..."
It was Jay's turn to have the same facial expression, and his retort was simple. "I am, if nothing, a man of my word, and will be here, too. Great fucking doesn't change that." He paused, then added, "If you keep your end of the deal, I'll keep mine, and we both walk away satisfied. The end IS coming, yes, ma'am, but that's not what I'm thinking about today. What I am thinking about, is 'mostly' covered in a red body stocking, so get that fine-ass out here, and let me have a look."
As his fuck-toy stepped out from behind the little dressing screen, Jay grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Well...the anticipation can kill you..." he said, and, taking her by the hand, added, "Step on over here where I can get a better look."
Julie had to admit, that it was certainly nice to be the center of The Kid's attention. In fact, she was sure that had to be part of it -- that she was double The Kid's age (ahem...) and yet this eighteen-year-old kid was so attracted to her. And judging by the size of his boner tenting in his boxer briefs, Jay was really attracted to her. Evil grin in place, Julie said, "It fits rather snugly...do you like what you see?" in a coy manner.
"Well I think that's obvious," Jay said, gesturing towards his dick. Again, in front of the mirror, Jay slid his hands over his toy. "See what a great bod you have? This really brings it out," he said, as he turned her and kept her looking at the mirror. Jay was right, it did accentuate Julie's hips, ass, and tits. As she faced the mirror, Jay slid one hand up and cupped her breast through the red fabric, and the other, he slid down to play with her pubic hair. In her ear, he whispered, "Were this mine for much longer, I'd have you shave some of that."
Julie reached behind her and was playing with The Kid's dick, she already had it out of his underwear. She grinned and whispered back, "But, it won't be for much longer, and we can't let the husband know..." The body suit was open, as though it were a teddy with stockings, and as Julie shifted a bit, she pushed that dick down, and feeling it move along her bottom, under her ass, she let it rub the base of her vagina. The thought of it had made her wet; this nearly made her gush, and she naturally pushed back into what she felt her body wanting.
Jay had another plan, but when he felt his dick sliding into position, he decided that idea could wait just a minute. When he felt his fuck-toy move into position and push back just a bit, he, of course, pushed forward. He immediately felt her open to him, and his dick was suddenly wet with warmth. He matched the mutual sigh his toy uttered, and he enjoyed the feeling of her vaginal walls opening to him. It was as though a hot, wet glove had grasped him. He pushed her upper body forward and she willingly bent, and Jay could feel himself penetrate her further. For a moment, he grabbed her hips and held himself inside her. He was going to control this one, he decided
Julie bent forward and grabbed the sides of her dressing mirror. The Kid held himself inside her, and she called out, "Uughh...JAY!" in ecstasy. She liked how he gathered her hair and tugged it, making her look at him in the mirror. He even shifted to one side just a bit, so that they could keep eye contact. Still, he held her, and she was helplessly impaled on his dick. She looked at him with pleading eyes, and just as she was about to say something, he moved, withdrawing slowly, then THRUST into her, making her yelp. Then again, then again, then again, and yet again; each time the same slow thrust. She was about to beg, when her Lover began to grind slowly, side to side, fully inserted inside her. The feeling made her shudder, and she whimpered in response, with a meek, "P-p-plee-eease..." She was about to beg him to continue his pumping...when he withdrew.
It felt GREAT to be inside this incredible woman, but Jay was determined that HE was going to be in control of this session. Jay turned and stepped over to a nearby chair. It was a well-cushioned 'chair-and-a-half'-type chair, and had a mating ottoman, perfect for today's activities. The ottoman was pushed to the side, and Jay had only to sit. As he did so, he kept a firm hand on his toy's shoulder, guiding her to her knees. He knew this was not her favorite, so he smiled as she willingly took him in her mouth.
Julie worked the cock around the 'entrance' of her mouth, she did not like holding one, anyone's, in her mouth. So she suckled the outside, cupped The Kid's balls, and used her tongue to swirl the head, as she held just that part in her mouth. She got a small taste of him and along with that, herself. She had never minded her own fluids, but the salty 'gooeyness' of the dick had never been her thing, and she had tried her best. She kept working it around, holding it in one hand. Her other hand had found its way to her clit, and she was lightly rubbing it. Her fingers were quickly slick with her own arousal; although, truth be known, she was getting worked up the moment she knew he was coming over.
