Chapter 4: Julia and Bonita

Julia said, “Let me offer you some Blue Mountain coffee and a bit of cake.”

I followed her into her suite, looking at her wide butt roll as she walked. Some women’s butts roll when they walk. I like that in a woman. Evidently, Julia likes to put on a show.

She made a pot of coffee, and she sat and got close enough while it brewed that I leaned over and pecked her lips. She inhaled audibly, and I kissed her again and moved my lips on hers.

Julia is apparently no wilting flower. She put her arms around me, and the kiss was extended for quite a while as she held me tight to her. We ended up in one long, slobbery French kiss. I like slobbery. It’s easier on your lips.

Julia is a lip-smasher kind of kisser. She’s rough, and her tongue tries to take control. Julia is one passionate woman who likes sex unabashedly.

I soon realized she had no bra under her top. Was this for me? As I moved my hand around, I did not find a pantie line on her bum anywhere. I started to lightly pet her left boob. She moved her arm up to squeeze my hand to her boob.

OK, I can read sign language. Julia likes it firmer. I started to really probe, searching the insides of her tits. She likes it when I grab a big nipple and tug it and roll it like a volume control. She leaned sideways to tug her blouse off. I shucked my shirt while she did that.

She paused to take a long look at my chest. I looked long and hard at her two beauties. They were almost a perfect size D. Her areolae are silver dollar-size and lightly pink. Her nipples are the fat, chewy type. So I chewed them as I held a tit trapped between my hands. I chewed the other tit before returning to kissing her as my hands palpitated her tits.

Julia was wound up and did nothing to stop my hand from sliding up her leg to pause at the top.

No panties! The hussy.

I let my fingers reconnoiter things until I located her love button. I gently rubbed it every which way I could as her legs spread and her left leg was on the couch. Between kisses, I looked at what she had to work with.

Julia is a big woman with dark hair at both ends. She’s maybe 5’ 8” and 170 or so pounds. She’s a little fleshy, but her skin is soft and warm. My hands feel like they could sink into her. Somehow, I ended up on the floor with her fat vulva under my mouth, where I attempted to stick my tongue as far up her as I could.

I do have one peculiarity or odd thing about me. I have a very long tongue. I can touch the tip of my nose with it. I measured it once, and it’s a tad over 3 1/2 inches long. On most women, I can reach their G spot.

They say you’re supposed to use two fingers to tap the G spot. I knew from experience that a bumpy tongue rubbing across a woman’s G spot diluted their inhibitions immediately. Julia did not know she was moments away from a screaming climax.

I rubbed my upper kip across her clit while tonging her G spot, my right hand clenching tightly to her left boob.

“OF FUCK ME! JESUS fucking Christ, Jackson, Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, CCUUUMMMIINNGGGggggggggggg ... AAHHhhhhhhhh...”

She slumped back as I undid my pants and pushed them to the floor. I knee-walked to her V and rearranged her for easy entry. I swabbed my damp pecker head against her soggy opening and slowly slid in. After a couple inches, I felt her cunt clutch tighter making me work to get fully inside her.

“MMmmmmm ... Oh, that’s good, Jackson. I had to maneuver her loose skirt out of my way. It was dragging on my junk.

I rocked back and forth, slowly bumping against her clit at the end of every stroke. I had both hands on her big boobs. I slowly and inexorably brought her higher and higher until she had another screamer. I was holding out.

After she got her breath back, she gently pushed at me. We stood up, and she pushed her skirt off, so I shucked my shoes and slid off my pants and underwear. Julia took me by the hand and escorted me to her bedroom. The woman has a huge round bed with all the frills. She swept the covers and top sheet onto the floor and lay in the middle with her legs wide open in invitation.

I crawled up beside her, and we kissed again. She took over the tongue part as my tongue was pretty tired. I had not done that in some time, and my tongue was out of shape for such shenanigans.

Julia pushed me over and climbed aboard. She commenced to fuck the daylights out of me as I held on to her tits for dear life. We were having a duel. I had not come yet. She wanted to make me cum. She’s kinda competitive that way.

She slogged at me for some time, and I don’t think I have ever been this deep into any woman before. She was sloppy wet down there, and her cunt tunnel was flaming hot from the friction.

I tricked her. I muttered, “Ah, ah, um...”

She yelled “YES,” and her pussy clamped so tight she popped me out. She quickly put me back in and commenced to banging her pussy at my poor pubis.

She was fluttering, and her hips started to move disjointedly as she lost control of her body and cum and cum some more.

I groaned, “OH HELL YA, UNNHHHHhhhhhhh...” as I grabbed her hips and forced her down onto me and ground her as hard as I could without hurting her.

She kept pumping at me long after I ran dry. Still panting hard, Julia lay down on me and continued breathing hard for some time. We are both covered in sweat and sex juices. We were both done in, and it took some time to slow our breathing and move apart.

Julia eventually took me by the hand and led me into her bathroom. I realized she had three small first-floor suites combined as her home. There were not a lot of rooms, but what she had was large, open, and well-appointed. We washed each other tenderly. We washed and cream-rinsed each other’s hair. She has some good stuff. I realized that Julia was a high-class broad who was doing well for herself.

She even has a big fat gray tabby named Stripes. Stripes has his own dedicated closet for his kitty litter box. I saw Stripes go through a pet door and heard the litter scratching before he came back out. She didn’t encourage me to pet him, so I ignored him.

She said, “Stripes is just now getting over the loss of not seeing George anymore. I can’t take the yowling. Just ignore Stripes if you can. I swear he would follow anyone home that gave him any attention.”

I said, “Mom has a golden retriever, and she’s a serious attention hog. Penny keeps Mom hopping, trying to keep her off the furniture. Golden’s shed a lot.”

Our conversation wound down, and she showed me out. I got in my truck, a 1964 F-100, and drove it home. That truck had been the love of my life for a while. It was a barn find. The engine was shot, and it had a three-speed in it. Nobody I know can deal with a three-speed.

After having the exterior restored and custom painted a pearlescent eggshell, I had a speed shop put in a Ford Vulcan V6 engine. Its a 3.0L, 60° V6 engine.

That engine was in some mid-2000’s Rangers and Taurus’s. I had them add the Taurus automatic transmission.

It then spent two months at an interior shop. I had quilted leather diamond shaped padded seats added to their own foam seat build up. A matching color was used to pad the dash. They had used an outdoor carpet in the right color.

I took it to Best Buy and had them install a stereo disc player to replace the ancient AM radio.

I kept the bench seat setup and added seatbelts. The final thing I did was replace the stock exhaust with a custom-built system that has a quiet rumble.

Lastly, I put two electronic cutouts in the system so it would not start or move if someone tried to steal it. It has a burglar alarm system with a phone app that lets me know right where it is.

The large alarm stickers on the windows work to keep the creeps and punks away. At home, it is always kept in the garage.

I don’t drive it every day. If the weather is nice, I ride my BMW 900. Mom hates it. It’s way more expensive to service than my truck, and they get about the same mileage. The truck gets almost 30 MPG at freeway speed with the Tonneau Cover on.