Ginger Craft - Overripe

"I'm going to come!" he screamed.

Julie, absorbed in what she was doing, didn't hear him. Her hand pumped furiously up and down on his cock, her tongue snaking back and forth into his tight asshole. Suddenly, she felt his cock jerk, then it spewed. Her eyes opened, her tongue coming from his asshole. She saw him spewing his semen onto his jerking stomach, her hand pumping madly, unable to stop. Thick, pearl white semen ran down her hand, and she removed her own finger from her asshole.

"No!" she groaned. "Please… not yet! Ohhhh, don't come yet! No… no… nononono!"

But it was too late.

As though transfixed by the sight of his cock squirting, she failed to move. Then, with a wild sob of disappointment, she lifted up and shoved her mouth to the head of his cock. But he had finished.

Whimpering in frustration, Julie began licking her tongue across his stomach, licking up the warm semen. Time and again she licked, then when his stomach was clean, she started on her fingers.

Mark stared stupidly at her, amazed by her actions. At the moment, Julie looked like a demented girl, starved for the taste of his semen. And indeed she was, her tongue licking at her hand furiously, her eyes open but glazed, her nostrils flaring. When there was no more semen left on her hand, she seemed to come out of her trance.

"I didn't want it that way," she wailed. "I didn't want you to come that way, Mark."

"Gosh, Julie," he protested, letting his legs fall.

"I couldn't help it. You had your tongue up my asshole and were jacking me off so fast, I just-"

"I know," she said. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been so fucking hot. But it doesn't matter, honey." She flipped his limp cock with a finger, nudging it from one side to the other. "I can make you hard again, you know."

Crawling upon her bed with Mark, Julie stretched out, her hands above her head. Mark watched the delightful jiggle and tautness the position caused her breasts to assume.

"You're so beautiful, Julie."

She flashed a smile at him. "You're always saying that, Mark. You keep it up, I might start believing you."

"Well, you are."

"Is that all I am?" she murmured. "Only a beautiful girl to you?"

"Christ, no! You're… well, you're… " Mark wasn't old enough to find the words he wanted.

"Wouldn't you say I was a willing girl?" she smiled warmly. "I mean, a girl who can make you happy? In other words, don't you think I'm a hot ass?"

"I didn't want to say that."

"Why not? Isn't it the truth?"

"Yes, I guess it is, but I don't want you mad at me."

She laughed. "I wouldn't get mad at you for calling me a hot ass, honey. I am, and I know it. Why lie about it?"

"I wish this would have happened before."

"What? My tongue up your asshole?"

"Well, that too," he traced a finger about her nipple. "But I was talking about all of it."

"Silly, you were too young before," she teased. "What could you possibly have done with me, say, a year ago?"

"Whatever you taught me," he said.

"I'm sure you would have had a good time," she replied. "But there wasn't anything in those balls a year ago for me. What would I have gotten out of it?"

He shoved his finger into her moist pussy, wiggled it, slipped it up and over her clitoris. Taking the sensitive flesh in his thumb and forefinger, he twisted and pulled tenderly, the way Julie had taught him.

"I kinda think you'd have found something," he said.

Julie laughed softly. "I think you're probably right, Mark." Her thighs parted giving him access to her cunt. It was normal for them to play and fondle and fool around after he had discharged. Julie knew it would require a while for his cock to stand up again, and she allowed him total freedom of her body during the time she waited. She had knowledge of the voyeuristic thrills many people had, and exploited herself to give them this extra charge. She willingly assumed any position the thirteen-year-old boy wanted her in, knowing he was creating his real-life dream of her.

But she was steaming, had been since he had come off so swiftly. Shoving his hands away from her pussy, she pressed him to his back and sat up on her heels at his side.

"You should be hard by now, Mark," she said, looking at his semi-hard cock. "It hasn't taken you so long before."

He peered at his prick, a slight frown on his beardless face. "Maybe that son of a bitch won't work anymore."

Julie took his cock in her hand. "Want to bet?"

She lowered her face, hovered above his prick as she held it up by two fingers. "I can make any cock hard."

She proceeded to prove it.

Holding his cock at the base, she sneaked her moist tongue out, flicking it over the smooth head. The boy watched, eyes wide. Julie licked her tongue about the head, down each side until his prick glistened wetly. She lifted her face and looked at his prick. It still wiggled like rubber in her fingers.

"Hmmmm," she frowned. "Guess there's only one thing to do."

She opened her mouth and gobbled down his half limp prick. Mark groaned as the hot wetness of her mouth closed about his cock. Julie sucked inward until the full length was in her mouth, a task that was easily enough accomplished since he wasn't fully hard yet. Her lips pressed into the curling hair at the base. She compressed her lips tightly, her tongue pressing at the bottom to make his cock tight against the roof of her mouth. She sucked upwards, gripping the head just behind the ridge with her lips, stretching his cock.

She held him this way for a moment, her tongue licking around the piss hole. She released the tightness of her lips, and before his cock would pull away, she raced down, and closed them around the base again. She repeated the same maneuver about five times, and his cock began to swell inside her moist mouth. She continued sucking on him until he was throbbing again.

"There!" she said, triumphantly. "Nice and hard again."

"You're fantastic, Julie!" he exclaimed. "You know about everything."

She gave a slight frown, then said: "No, not everything… but I'm trying to learn it all."

"Are you going to suck me off?"

"Would you enjoy that?"

"Yes!" he shouted, wiggling on the bed.

Julie laughed, saying: "Well, I guess I've got to keep my new boyfriend happy, don't I? Here," she twisted about on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, lovely naked ass waving near his shoulders. "Poke me with your fingers while I suck you. That way I can come too."

"Want me to eat your pussy?"

"Just your fingers will do right now," she replied, bracing her hands on each side of his squirming hips. His cock was standing rigidly up-right, the swollen head pointed like a beacon at her sweet lips.

Ovalling her lips, she sucked his cock in. As she began sucking him, she wiggled her ass in the air, silently telling him to start poking around her pussy.

Mark ran his hand up the inside smoothness of her thighs, fingered about and located her inflamed clitoris. As he twisted and pulled at her clitoris, Julie began to suck, slowly at first, letting the thrills grow inside her body. Her head bobbed up and down, her copper hair waving, brushing at his thighs and stomach. Having a cock in her mouth was always a fantastic thrill for Julie.

She could feel his fingers feeling between her thighs, and she wiggled her ass in the air as he thrust two fingers inside her cunt, finger-fucking her only to pull them free and grab for her clitoris again. Mark was groaning as the intensity of her sucking grew, rocking his ass about below her face. Julie, making soft sounds around his prick, licked and sucked, her lips making pressure as her tongue raced everywhere.

She felt Mark's other hand move up the back of her thigh, then it caressed her ass-cheeks. She wiggled as the sensations of pleasure flowed through her, and he was then rubbing at her asshole with one hand, the other doing all kinds of delicious things to her pussy. Sucking at his cock, she twisted her ass, humping it back and forth into his hands. She could feel the throbbing of his cock between her lips, and it was a signal she had come to know well the past few days.