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Rediscovering Julie
Yikes, it was hot! Matriculation day at the Citadel. I was walking out of the sports arena where the new cadets had been assembled and marched off, leaving parents, wiping sweat from my forehead. I was intently admiring the quite fine ass of a black lady about my age 6 feet in front of me. That behind, its particular sassy sway, stirred a slight erotic memory from my deep subconscious. Forty years before a girl in my high school would cause my cock to tingle and waken just walking by. Though it was not the same high, tight, hard as rock ass of my memory but now a somewhat broader, softer bottom of a fit middle-aged woman, a better pillow upon which to fuck. Could that be Julie? Holy shit!
Julie and I were high school classmates in the early 70’s Carolina, a time of great change, post integration, beginning sexual freedom in the South. Race relations nationally were strained, perhaps, but becoming more liberal, at least in the North. In the South, and Carolina in particular, whites and blacks could still not date openly. But Julie and I were attracted, hot for each other actually. Seldom would a day of our junior or senior year go by where Julie could not find a secret moment in the crowd of class change to bump her hard rump up against my crotch. I was persistent in catching up to her in the hallway to give her that chance. And I would brush the side of her breast with my bicep passing by. Those high, firm tits were so very fine. Then there was the single time we stood together by her locker, surprisingly alone in that hallway for seconds, where she leaned her head up, took my mouth against hers, raced her tongue across my lips and into my mouth, reached her hand out and grabbed my cock inside my jeans, and said, “White boy, I know what you want. We ain’t going to get into any of that trouble.”
Like most high school males in the early 70’s, I dated, tried to get into girl’s pants and generally failed beyond making out, fumbly fondling breasts, sucking nipples, getting a finger – but not a cock - into slick, wet pussy, going home with blue balls and jacking off, sniffing the fingers that had made the plunge into paradise. But most frequently the pussy I masturbated to was Julie’s, never touched, never seen, never tasted or smelled.
Separated after graduation, Julie to the Marine Corps of all places, me to university, fraternity, docksiders and khakis, drunken first lay, law school, marriage, blowjobs ending with “I do”, career, sons, the standard traditional decline of sexlife, never to see Julie again except in an occasional erotic dream. My wife sometimes thought that hard on was for her.
The black lady turned, we recognized each other, her grin was broad, “Clark, is that you?” Julie, is that you? What are you doing here? It is so good to see you. My son matriculated. “My grandson, too.” Do you have family to catch up to? Time for a drink, a coffee? “Clark, I live about a mile from here. Come to my home, do you have a wife?” I do, she’s not here, back home, busy. “Clark, I live alone now, my grandson is here at the Citadel.”
Five minutes after sweet tea at Julie’s house and before the glasses were empty, we were on her sofa, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth and teeth and lips, and my hands were inside the back of her blouse, already tugged from her skirt. Forty plus years of denial gone, Julie took my hand and placed it on the inside of her right thigh. I brushed upward and my fingers found her bare pussy, slick with juice, hot and musky, black as night. She had stripped off her panties before I got to her house. I guess she had some memories, too. I had three fingers in her clam, her sex scent in my nose, her tongue in my mouth, my other hand fumbling with her blouse and bra. “Come on, Clark, let me show you my bed.” Whatever thoughts I had of marriage were not now on my mind. My only thought was to have this woman, right now. My cock was hard as a post, my breath felt a little staggered. Already my lips felt chapped, but my cock felt hot and full of blood and lust.
Our clothes got lost on the kitchen floor and she held my cock with her left hand. I noticed for the first time no wedding ring and immediately forgot that as Julie kneeled on the floor and began sucking my cock. Don’t know why, vertical cock sucking is not my favorite position so I pulled her up, kissed her deeply, tasting a string of precum, and she took my cock in hand and walked me to her bedroom, resuming the blowjob as soon as we hit the sheets. Whoever had schooled her in fellatio deserves a medal, my cock being treated to tight lips, an active tongue and slurpy noises that made me want to cum right then. She had started by pushing one finger into my anus, followed shortly by a second. As she started to try to insert a third, I said that was about all I could take then. And I would have ejaculated except turnabout is fair play and Southern gentlemen are taught ladies cum first. I pulled her mouth from my dick, laid her on her back and began kissing her mouth and caressing her breasts, teasing and pulling on her nipples as I began to slide down her body, stopping to suckle on both her nipples. These were impressive, standing at least ½ inch tall and rigid and my mouth. On down I kissed and licked her brown belly, taking time, two fingers deep in her slippery pussy and juices, the labia already open and receptive.
And then I kissed down to her mons and looked at the vagina I dreamt of for 40 years. Shaved, black and pink labia, with a pink tipped brown clitoris. I had been stroking around, in and over this pussy now for the last 20 minutes, but I was astounded by the size of her clit, almost an inch tall and a half inch in diameter. This clit called me, and I mouthed down on her pussy, licking the left and then right labia, teasing her vagina and clit with my tongue. I eventually focused my tongue on her clitoris and my two fingers reaching deep into her cunt to stroke her G spot. I guess I found it because she bucked, moaned, shuddered, and her contractions were matched with a strong stream of ejaculate in my mouth and down the bedsheet. I have no idea how much ejaculate a woman can hold. What was happening was impressive and by now my cock was screaming for attention.
Julie rolled on top of me and slid down to my cock, once again taking it in her mouth, tight on my helmet, tonguing my testicles and the underside of my dick, this time getting three fingers into my asshole, never letting my tool out of her mouth. I blew cum into her mouth and spasmed repeatedly. I thought I was spent but Julie crawled up to me, started to kiss me, opening my mouth with her tongue as I realized she still had my cum load and wanted to share it with me. We toasted with cum and swallowed together.
We had really wanted to fuck, pussy riding cock, thrusting and squishing, wet and hot but we found ourselves done and concluded intercourse was for our next meeting. And we knew there would be a next rendezvous and a next after that.
Yikes, it was hot! Matriculation day at the Citadel. I was walking out of the sports arena where the new cadets had been assembled and marched off, leaving parents, wiping sweat from my forehead. I was intently admiring the quite fine ass of a black lady about my age 6 feet in front of me. That behind, its particular sassy sway, stirred a slight erotic memory from my deep subconscious. Forty years before a girl in my high school would cause my cock to tingle and waken just walking by. Though it was not the same high, tight, hard as rock ass of my memory but now a somewhat broader, softer bottom of a fit middle-aged woman, a better pillow upon which to fuck. Could that be Julie? Holy shit!
Julie and I were high school classmates in the early 70’s Carolina, a time of great change, post integration, beginning sexual freedom in the South. Race relations nationally were strained, perhaps, but becoming more liberal, at least in the North. In the South, and Carolina in particular, whites and blacks could still not date openly. But Julie and I were attracted, hot for each other actually. Seldom would a day of our junior or senior year go by where Julie could not find a secret moment in the crowd of class change to bump her hard rump up against my crotch. I was persistent in catching up to her in the hallway to give her that chance. And I would brush the side of her breast with my bicep passing by. Those high, firm tits were so very fine. Then there was the single time we stood together by her locker, surprisingly alone in that hallway for seconds, where she leaned her head up, took my mouth against hers, raced her tongue across my lips and into my mouth, reached her hand out and grabbed my cock inside my jeans, and said, “White boy, I know what you want. We ain’t going to get into any of that trouble.”
Like most high school males in the early 70’s, I dated, tried to get into girl’s pants and generally failed beyond making out, fumbly fondling breasts, sucking nipples, getting a finger – but not a cock - into slick, wet pussy, going home with blue balls and jacking off, sniffing the fingers that had made the plunge into paradise. But most frequently the pussy I masturbated to was Julie’s, never touched, never seen, never tasted or smelled.
Separated after graduation, Julie to the Marine Corps of all places, me to university, fraternity, docksiders and khakis, drunken first lay, law school, marriage, blowjobs ending with “I do”, career, sons, the standard traditional decline of sexlife, never to see Julie again except in an occasional erotic dream. My wife sometimes thought that hard on was for her.
The black lady turned, we recognized each other, her grin was broad, “Clark, is that you?” Julie, is that you? What are you doing here? It is so good to see you. My son matriculated. “My grandson, too.” Do you have family to catch up to? Time for a drink, a coffee? “Clark, I live about a mile from here. Come to my home, do you have a wife?” I do, she’s not here, back home, busy. “Clark, I live alone now, my grandson is here at the Citadel.”
Five minutes after sweet tea at Julie’s house and before the glasses were empty, we were on her sofa, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth and teeth and lips, and my hands were inside the back of her blouse, already tugged from her skirt. Forty plus years of denial gone, Julie took my hand and placed it on the inside of her right thigh. I brushed upward and my fingers found her bare pussy, slick with juice, hot and musky, black as night. She had stripped off her panties before I got to her house. I guess she had some memories, too. I had three fingers in her clam, her sex scent in my nose, her tongue in my mouth, my other hand fumbling with her blouse and bra. “Come on, Clark, let me show you my bed.” Whatever thoughts I had of marriage were not now on my mind. My only thought was to have this woman, right now. My cock was hard as a post, my breath felt a little staggered. Already my lips felt chapped, but my cock felt hot and full of blood and lust.
Our clothes got lost on the kitchen floor and she held my cock with her left hand. I noticed for the first time no wedding ring and immediately forgot that as Julie kneeled on the floor and began sucking my cock. Don’t know why, vertical cock sucking is not my favorite position so I pulled her up, kissed her deeply, tasting a string of precum, and she took my cock in hand and walked me to her bedroom, resuming the blowjob as soon as we hit the sheets. Whoever had schooled her in fellatio deserves a medal, my cock being treated to tight lips, an active tongue and slurpy noises that made me want to cum right then. She had started by pushing one finger into my anus, followed shortly by a second. As she started to try to insert a third, I said that was about all I could take then. And I would have ejaculated except turnabout is fair play and Southern gentlemen are taught ladies cum first. I pulled her mouth from my dick, laid her on her back and began kissing her mouth and caressing her breasts, teasing and pulling on her nipples as I began to slide down her body, stopping to suckle on both her nipples. These were impressive, standing at least ½ inch tall and rigid and my mouth. On down I kissed and licked her brown belly, taking time, two fingers deep in her slippery pussy and juices, the labia already open and receptive.
And then I kissed down to her mons and looked at the vagina I dreamt of for 40 years. Shaved, black and pink labia, with a pink tipped brown clitoris. I had been stroking around, in and over this pussy now for the last 20 minutes, but I was astounded by the size of her clit, almost an inch tall and a half inch in diameter. This clit called me, and I mouthed down on her pussy, licking the left and then right labia, teasing her vagina and clit with my tongue. I eventually focused my tongue on her clitoris and my two fingers reaching deep into her cunt to stroke her G spot. I guess I found it because she bucked, moaned, shuddered, and her contractions were matched with a strong stream of ejaculate in my mouth and down the bedsheet. I have no idea how much ejaculate a woman can hold. What was happening was impressive and by now my cock was screaming for attention.
Julie rolled on top of me and slid down to my cock, once again taking it in her mouth, tight on my helmet, tonguing my testicles and the underside of my dick, this time getting three fingers into my asshole, never letting my tool out of her mouth. I blew cum into her mouth and spasmed repeatedly. I thought I was spent but Julie crawled up to me, started to kiss me, opening my mouth with her tongue as I realized she still had my cum load and wanted to share it with me. We toasted with cum and swallowed together.
We had really wanted to fuck, pussy riding cock, thrusting and squishing, wet and hot but we found ourselves done and concluded intercourse was for our next meeting. And we knew there would be a next rendezvous and a next after that.
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