Ginger Craft - Overripe

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.

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."