2 comments/ 53611 views/ 7 favorites Julia's Fantasy By: olduvai You're laying on your stomach at first. You can hear the footsteps of men enter the room; you're not sure how many there are. You can feel them approach silently, wordlessly. They walk around you. Their eyes are locked on your naked body, soaking in every curve, every crevice. Your anticipation builds as you hear them mill about. They have surrounded you, getting closer. You can feel their want, their hunger, their need to take you. You can hardly wait. Still on your stomach, you part your thighs a little. You are wet, glistening. One of the strangers – behind you, you think – lets out a small groan of desire. A waft of cool air slips down your ass and caresses the hot, wet flesh. You can smell yourself. The men around you are breathing heavily. The one behind you is panting. Suddenly, a touch. A hand slides up your leg, following the contours of your thigh. The touch of his skin, a little rough, glides along the back of your leg, twisting, turning in as it slides toward your pussy. Goosebumps follow his hand, and you want him to touch you there soo much. You want so much more than a touch. The tease is almost unbearable. And then his thumb is against the crease of your ass and thigh, and the back of his hand brushes against your swollen, wet lips. Your hips buck involuntarily, and it is your turn to gasp. The stranger behind you chuckles. You push back against him, but his hands have slipped past to stroke your ass. You can feel cool streaks of your moisture begin to evaporate where he has pulled it over the elegant curve of your buttocks. And now the others have begun. One reaches for your hand, pulls it toward him, and suddenly you are holding a cock. A wonderfully hot, pulsing cock. You marvel once again of that mixture of hard and soft – the yielding softness of the skin over the iron stiffness of blood engorged. You slide your hand over the shaft, over the ridge, and caress the head. You can feel his precum. You purr. Another is teasing your face. You can feel his cock brushing softly against your cheek, your mouth, your neck. You strain slightly, mouth open, need to feel its hardness in your mouth. But the man is fast, and cruel, and he only lets it slide along your lips. You can smell his musk. He slaps the head against your forehead. You can feel the weight, it's solidness. You want it, need it badly. You whimper. The one on your left has taken your hand of his penis, and is now kissing, licking, stroking his way along your arm. Now he raises your hand to his mouth, and slips a finger into his wet mouth, and then other. Another, on your right, is stroking your back, the small of your waist, your ear. He leans in blows hotly there, licking around and behind your ear. His hands slip under your armpit, and then lower. Rough hands against rock hard nipples. It feels good, and you think about rolling over. But the man behind you has full control. You can feel his sandpapery skin, fingernails against the backs of your thighs, your knees. He is pulling away! And again you buck, push yourself back. But then you feel his hot breath, he hands pushing your legs further apart, and you know he is kneeling between your legs. You are fully exposed, your slick pussy dripping. You can feel his eyes, his breath, against your moisture. He is drinking you in. He loves your cunt, and the small wrinkled bud just behind it. With both hands, he grabs your buttocks, pulls your cheeks apart. You feel so exposed! And then suddenly, his hot, wet tongue is sliding against the curve of your cheek as he holds you open. Another involuntary buck, and then he is biting gently against the sensitive flesh there. You groan. The tension is unbearable, is wonderful. You are gaping, dripping, squirming. You need him badly. "Do it," you growl from the back of your throat. They are the first words anyone has said. "Do it," you growl from the back of your throat. The stranger in front seizes the moment, and slips himself into your mouth. He fills your mouth, dripping with precum. Your tongue swirls around the head, drawing him in further. You taste him – warm, salty, filling. There is more of that to come. Still blindfolded, you can feel him on the balls of his feet, leaning down and into your mouth. You suck, you lick; you feel him buck forward and up. You own him now. He is trembling, beginning to slowly pump his cock in and out of your mouth. He grabs handfuls of your hair to steady himself. His urgency is building; he seem to swell in your mouth. His pubic hair tickles your nose as you bring him in fully; gagging slightly when his cock rubs the back of your throat. Your mouth, his penis. They make a slick, wet, sliding sound as it moves in and out. The man on your right has slipped his arm further under your chest. He strokes, flicks, lightly twists your nipples. They are engorged, still, and sore. His touch is electric. One hand caressing the curves of your back and sides, the other teasing the soft flesh of your breasts, now more roughly over the areola, and then his thumb and forefinger compressing a nipple. He too, seems to be trembling, until you realize he is stroking himself. Now you can feel his hardness bump against the side of your ass. He is wet, too, stimulated by your naked, compliant form. The stranger on your left has let your fingers slip from his mouth; now you are moving in across his chest. You feel hard lines of muscle; the harder flesh of nipples. A tuft of hair at the center, and then more ridges as you slip down his abdomen. More hair – dense, wire-like, musky, and you are holding his cock again. A tactile vision; he is handsome, muscular, and strong. Your body, your touch has aroused him to the point of madness; your submission has overcome him, too. You stroke his penis, and feel him thrust against palm and fingers. He is near, as well. Your body stiffens, arches suddenly, and you gasp around the cock thrusting in your mouth. The one behind you has been licking the backs of your legs, your ass checks, that tender flesh just inside the curve. But now he has lowered his mouth to the gaping wetness that is your pussy. He licks luxuriously along your slit, tasting you from top to bottom. The tip swipes along the tight crinkle of your anus; your body jumps and quivers. Now the tongue is back for a more careful, sensuous exploration of that forbidden area. His tongue draws your moisture up, adds its own, and swirls around the sensitive flesh. He tightens the tip, and exerts more pressure, deliciously against the opening. You tense at first, and then yield, and he explores deeper. A brief pause of no contact, and then something harder than a tongue is nestled there. His cock? No wait, it's his nose, and he has buried his mouth and tongue in your sopping cunt. Now he is fully engaged, rolling your labia, sucking them into his mouth. His lips pull against yours; he nibbles lightly on the musky flesh. His tongue is darting inside you; nothing is safe from its probing delicate hotness. He penetrates it deep into your velvet grasp, and then once, twice it flicks against your clit. Now it is circling that center of pleasure, quickening the pace, accelerating your need. It does not take long for you to cum, and it crashes over you like a wave. Your hips buck, you writhe, moan. The stranger merely clamps his hands against your waist, and locks his mouth against you. He rides your spasmodic, jerking release, his tongue still twirling, mouth still sucking. You can feel his mouth tight against your pussy, swallowing your juices, swallowing you. It is a powerful orgasm that does not precisely end. There is a peak of pleasure that is overwhelming, but you relax only slightly to a renewed plateau. Your body is on fire; a raw nerve, and you know there is more to come. Your performance has pushed the others over the edge. You can feel the man against your side quickening his stroking to a furious pace. His hand clenches hard against your breast, and you sense him stiffen. A muffled groan, and you feel the heaviness of his ejaculate against your thigh. His fingers pull against your nipple once, twice, and a third time, matching the thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock. They land across your back, thigh, and ass. You can feel it drip into the valley of your spine, and pool slowly in the hollow of your back. The jutting Adonis in your hand is peaking, as well. You match the upstroke of his hips with the sliding grip of your palm, faster, faster. And then you feel him swell in your hand, the rush of semen through his thick cock, the explosive ejaculation. You keep stroking him as his cum drips through your fingers. It is sticky, clinging, almost soapy. Your hand is drenched in his seed; it is lubricant for your final slower, gentle strokes. You can feel the cock in your mouth nearing its completion, as well. He is literally fucking your mouth, his hardness slamming in and out of your wet, sucking embrace. He still clenches handfuls of your hair in his fists; now he grabs the sides of your head as his thrusting reaches a new urgency. This time it is your mouth that feels him swell; your tongue that feels the pulse of his orgasm. You can feel his knees buckle as his cum erupts in spray after spray. The first is in your mouth, and you taste his saltiness, the queer viscosity of his seed. But he has also pulled out while cumming, and your face is drenched. You can feel an impact against your blindfolded eye, another spurt in your hairline. More drips from the tip of your nose and from your lips. Free of his penis, your tongue licks his gift from your lips, swallowing, devouring more. The trifold release has pushed you over the edge, again. A less powerful, but still deeply erotic orgasm. You have been used, your submission has aroused them, enflamed them, and then finally, spectacularly satisfied them. Their spent need only increases your own. You ache for that final, penetrating release. "Please," you groan to the man behind you. "I need your cock." You can feel him chuckle, his mouth still clamped to your gushing slit. Again, that brief moment of loss as his pleasuring stops. You can hear, feel him moving around between your legs. Then his knees are pressing against your thighs, spreading them further. Another gasp, another twitch. The head of his penis strokes against the outside of your pussy. You feel him lean in toward you, and you tense, waiting for the penetration. But he is still teasing. He slides his penis not into your ready wetness, but sensuously against your ass. You feel the long hardness of him grind against your cheeks. The head nestles into that deepest part, and lodges against your anus. He presses temptingly, briefly, and then away. He pumps once, twice, and a third time against the cleavage of your buttocks. You can feel his length, his girth. His cock is rock hard, and pulsing with heat. It is the ultimate tease; you can not help but imagine him stroking your wetness instead. A long growl, almost animalistic. He senses your burgeoning need, and knows it is time for the teasing to end. You feel his cockhead against your labia once more, sliding up and down it's length. But this time he is just gathering your moisture. And then, on a down stroke, you feel the head slip between your lips instead. It slips about, questing for the tightness of your channel, finds, and then he is in. One powerful stroke, and he penetrates, is inside you. His cock is large, and fills you tightly. You can feel yourself expanding to his girth, and clench down around him. it is his turn to growl, and you feel him pull slowly, almost lazily out. But now his need is growing, and he plunges his hardness back inside you. Your pussy is a hot, wet glove that slips tightly around him, accepting his long, powerful strokes. He is establishing a rhythm, pulling slowly out and thrusting back in. Your body is like a live, raw wire. You are near to losing all sense, submitting fully to the powerful sensations triggered from your cunt, jolting through every cell of your body. You can feel your release building in sympathy with his growing pace. Now he is really, spectacularly fucking you. His cock pistons in and out of your pussy like a blur, and the sensations of his penetration are melting into one long, sustained note of pleasure. His hands grasp your waist as he adds leverage to his thrusts. He has lost the capacity to tease, to think; he, too, has finally succumbed to the power of your body, your wet, gaping cunt. You can feel him building, swelling inside you. His loins slap against the back of your thighs and ass as he thrusts strongly into you. You can hear him grunting, gasping. He is more a rutting bull than a man. His sweat drips off him onto you, adding to the heat and wetness of your fucking. Now he has moved his hand into the crease of your ass, and his stroking in time with his thrusts. His thumb finds your anus, and massages it in slow circle. You clench and release against it, and he presses down. Suddenly, he slips past your tight sphincter to the knuckle, and you have a new sensation of penetration, fullness. It is too much, and it pushes you over the edge. A trembling wave raises up and crashes down over you. It is overwhelming, your senses are compressed into one awareness. The pleasure electrifies you, slams through you. Your ass and pussy clench spasmodically, and that is all your man needs. He roars his release, and cums. You feel each pulse splash against your walls, the thick ropes sending additional jolts of pleasure through your body as the orgasm washes over you. Some time passes; you have no awareness of anything except your body. Used, spent, worshipped. The stranger has collapsed against your back, his penis still inside you. With little quivers, you can feel it detumescing. Slowly, gently, the stranger stirs, and pulls away. You feel him inside you pull slowly out, and finally exit with a soft plop. You can feel cool air nuzzling the wetness that seems to cover your entire lower body. You sigh, deeply relaxed. You are tired to your core, but it is that powerful, good tiredness that can only come from exquisite tension. You can now longer hear or feel the presence of any of the strangers; they have left as quickly, quietly, and anonymously as they had come. You roll slowly over, and reach for your blindfold. "Very, very good," a male voice suddenly speaks. It has come from the other side of the room. Had he been there the whole time, waiting, watching? "An excellent performance. You have a beautiful body. I plan to enjoy it fully." "Keep the blindfold on." You hear him get up from the couch, and walk toward you. . . To be continued? . . . Julia's Fantasy Julia was nineteen, born in a little country village in Dorset in 1798. A pretty young thing, she grew up in the village and found various jobs such as a dairymaid and as a serving girl in the local inn. Of course she had the looks to attract all the young men of the village and beyond. Her hair was long and lustrous, her lips full and sensual, her eyes sparkling green full of mischief and naughtiness. Her tits were small and perfectly formed, little apples of delight, with perky pink nipples. The girls of the village grew up very quickly in those days. Julia's three best friends had all been fucked several times before they were eighteen: Annie had had at least four cocks inside her, the last one, Sam's, had however not only delighted her but made her pregnant. She was now married. Sara and Josie loved sex and the wonderful delights of reaching an orgasm. If they couldn't find a willing lad to satisfy them they would snuggle down somewhere and lick and finger each other to a gushing climax. These were Julia's friends, she loved them but she wasn't as free and easy with her virtue as they were. It wasn't as though Julia didn't love sex: she did, and indeed had experienced two cocks of her own. The first had been three years ago, a farm boy who had warmed her up nicely but then came far too quickly. Her second cock had been from a dark skinned handsome fellow named Antonio. He was in his late twenties and staying at the inn where she worked: he showed her the true delights of sexy sex. With him she learned to love fucking in many different positions, how to suck cock, how to wank a man. But it wasn't all one way: he wanked her, teasing and pleasing her pussy to fabulous heights; he licked her eager fanny until, mad with ecstacy, she erupted in a torrent of cum juice in his face. She loved it and so did he! Only two cocks but she couldn't get the memory of Antonio's out of her mind. At night she would wank, excitedly re-living a particular encounter with him. She would daydream, hardly aware of her thoughts, until she suddenly realised how wet her cunt had become. She loved the thought of licking and sucking a big, hard cock, sticky and wet with precum. The thought of a big erect cock slowly pushing itself into her wet juicy cunt drove her to distraction. The lads of the village desperately wanted to fuck her but Antonio had spoiled her, she didn't want them and their amateurish ways any more; let Sara and Josie have them. Then one morning a young upper class gentleman stopped at the village for a drink. He walked into the bar and Julia served him a glass of port They began to chat. At one point he asked her about her financial position and she had to confess that often she had very little money to hand. "Well" he said, "I'm giving a particularly interesting party up at the Great Hall tomorrow night. I need some girls, well I've got nearly all of them, but you would be most welcome to come." "What would I be doing?" asked Julia. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find you something to do" he chuckled, "but don't ask, just come." "Alright," replied Julia, "as long as I get paid I'll do anything." "Yes. I'm sure you will," he laughed and at that he got up and left. The Great Hall belonged to the Duke of Dorset but he was on a European mission at this time and his son Lord Naseby had taken over the reigns of running the place. The following day, the day of the party, Naseby had given all the staff the night off. He was alone and the Hall was empty but only for an hour or so. Then the guests started to arrive, twelve in all, a very discreet gathering, all young men in their twenties. Soon the drinking began and laughter filled the air. As all were settled, Naseby went to the kitchen where he had told his girls to assemble, twelve in all, including Julia. They had hardly spoken to one another before he announced,"Well girls, you want to know why you are here. First of all I must bind you to total secrecy. No-one must breathe a word of this. You are all from different villages so what you will be doing is of no social consequence to you." At this point, Julia was beginning to feel some misgivings but curiosity led her to stay and listen. "What is it we have to do?" asked a blonde haired girl. "Very simple. You will strip completely naked. Then you will be led into the library. There you will kneel down, indeed crouch down, in a circle, facing inwards so only your arses and feet can be seen. You will raise your arses up in the air. You will be given a number and then twelve masked gentlemen will come into the library and each will call out a number. When yours is called, you will go with that gentleman to a room and then pleasure him in any way he wants." The girls collectively gasped. None of them were virgins, but this was going too far. "One other thing I might add," Martin continued, "is that each of you will be paid £100." Again, the girls gasped as one. A hundred pounds, a small fortune. Julia looked at the others and realised that the money on offer was, for all of them, too much to say no to. She became aware of her own feelings, she wanted the money that was for sure, but she also began to feel an incipient wetness in her cunt. She couldn't back out of this situation but at the same time she was beginning to experience a real sexual thrill. Two of the girls were already undressing and Julia began to follow them. Soon all the girls were totally nude and Julia realised that they were all really pretty. Strangely, she began to feel more and more horny. She knew she could never be a prossie but this situation was, in a way, beyond her control and here she was getting excited and ever more wet. The girls were given a number and led to the library and told to kneel down in a circle facing each other, bottoms up. They cast quick glances at each other and Julia was pleased to see that most of the girls were smiling naughtily at each other. By now her cunt was beginning to drip girl juice down the inside of her legs; she wondered if the others felt as she did! In walked the young men: masked, but their masks were the only items of attire they wore. They were all naked and each man's cock stood proudly erect with precum leaking from each one. The girls couldn't see this but the men could see the girls and as they walked around them, each man could see their lubricated cunts. On the call of each number, a man would slap a girl's bottom and take her off to a private bedroom. Julia's was number nine and she waited with some trepidation for it to be called. Yes, she was excited but what if her man was a brute, what if he wanted rough sex? And yet she had waited a long time for sex, to feel the hard length of a stiff cock penetrate her pussy, feel its hard, wet warmth against her fanny walls, feel the pulsating explosion as it showered its spunk into her. Yes, she did want cock, needed cock, loved cock and if this was how she was to get it, then so be it. Then her number was called and she felt a light slap on her bottom: it was her turn to depart with a masked lover. She stood up and there facing her was a tall blonde haired man, broad shouldered, slim hips, big six inch cock already dripping with precum. He wore a small mask. He smiled appreciatively at her, took her hand and led her to an unoccupied bed-chamber. Well he's handsome thought Julia; and he certainly has a lovely big cock! They entered the room and he turned the key in the lock. He looked at her and marvelled at her beauty. Such lovely hair, such beautiful tits and gorgeous, kissable nipples which were rock hard. He looked over her entire body: her little belly, her curly pubic hairs framing her sweet cunt, her sexy legs and such pretty little feet. He held her in his arms and kissed her gently on her mouth; she responded, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues twisted against each other as each lovingly savoured this moment. "I'm taking my mask off," he said. "I don't want anything to come between us." He removed his mask and she could see straight away that he was indeed a handsome man, his blue eyes were amazing, so intense, so clear and, it seemed to her, so loving. "I know you are Julia," he said. "I'm Martin, and I've fallen in love with you. It's love at first sight. It's stupid, but it's true." "You'd fall in love with someone like me?" she queried. "Someone who is, for want of a better phrase, taking part in a sex party." "Yes but don't forget I am part of that sex party too" Saying nothing more, he moved his hands from her waist and began to lightly squeeze and stroke her bottom. She in response nipped and squeezed his bum marvelling at how firm it was. She had for a moment dried up but now her cunt was wet again, and again, little tiny streams of cum juice were leaking out it. She could feel his hard cock against her tummy leaving strands of cum on it. He lowered his hands to her tits and fondled them slowly, then with more urgency. His lips brushed against her nipples and then he began to lightly lick them, his tongue moving back and forth against those hardened nubs. Julia was in ecstacy, groaning with pleasure as he laid her on the bed and parted her legs wide. He kissed and licked and sucked her toes, then slowly stroked and kissed his way up to her completely wet cunt. He could see it glistening with girl-cum, he could feel her juices on her thighs and he licked them passionately. She moaned softly as he stroked his fingers along and then inside her wet cunt and then to her delight, began to kiss then lick her cum-soaked cunt. His tongue lapped at her clit and then suddenly, she could take no more. "I'm coming," she moaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming." She came, she came so incredibly hard, her whole body was racked with shudders and convulsions. Then she cried out to Martin, "Fuck me. Stick your hard cock in my cunt. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me" Martin took his cock in his hand and guided it to Julia's over-flowing fanny. He had no trouble sticking it in and hearing the wetness of it as it moved faster and faster inside her. "You love cock don't you. You adore having a big hard cock inside your cunt. You love cock. You love sucking cock don't you, don't you." "Yes, yes. I do love cock. I want cock. I love a big stiff cock in my cunt." Hearing these sexy desires from this beautiful girl, hearing her sex language was too much for Martin. "I'm going to cum," he groaned. "Do you want me to cum inside you." "No, no. Cum over me, cum over my little tits. Bathe me with your sex juice." Martin gave one final thrust then pulled out his engorged cock, gave it a quick stroke and then he came. Julia looked with sheer happiness as his cum shot powerfully all over her belly and her tits. She was covered in cum but it was his and she loved it. They kissed, slept lightly and then she sucked his cock and made him cum again. In the morning they fucked again. They were lovers and would be together now for all time.