Hidden From Life Chapter 13

Hidden From Life
Chapter 13
 
“Hi,” she whispered as she stood.
 
“How are you feeling?” he asked, intending to get up, but she prevented him by unexpectedly sitting on his lap.
 
“Better, not one hundred percent, but better than I was. I had a nice dream, and when I woke up, it came true because you were here. Thank you for that, Johnny.”
 
Then, before he could answer and truthfully before he even thought of a reply, Julie leaned in and kissed him. Sparks flew as their lips met again. Both had an intense hunger for each other, which could not be sated easily. Her fingers ran through his hair as they continued kissing, and soon, their tongues twined together. Julie shifted her body until she felt his hardening member push into her, at which point she settled on top of it, provoking a muffled groan from John. His arm circled her tiny waist, pulling her to him, where she encountered his still-damp shirt.
 
“What happened, John?” she exclaimed, reluctantly breaking their kiss. “I know I cried on you before, but I didn’t do all that, did I?”
 
“No, silly, I got wet while washing your car.”
 
“Ooh, how sweet that you did that for me, Johnny. But I think you should take it off so it can dry,” she said with a gleam in her eye, which John believed had nothing to do with his shirt drying.
 
He smiled as he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Julie stared appreciatively at his bare, muscular chest, then reached out and touched it. Her fingers sent shockwaves across his body from his head to his toes, though he felt them most in his swollen groin. His arm wrapped around Julie again, pulling her close, and now his lips found her neck, and it was her turn to shudder.
 
“Oh my God, Johnny,” she gasped as his teeth gently closed on her sensitive skin.
 
His free hand stroked her cheek as he worked down to her nape, and as he did, his hand traveled downward as well. Soon, it was pressing against her covered bosom, which made Julie moan with desire. His mouth found hers and pressed her full lips until she couldn’t take it anymore. With an inarticulate cry, she broke their clinch and stood. John looked at her questioningly, but she held up a hand to stay with him before her hands found the hem of her shirt and raised it over her head.
 
This time, he gasped as the flesh of her torso was exposed to his gaze, and when she reached back and unhooked her brassiere, revealing her breasts to him, he could hardly contain himself.
 
“Wait, Johnny,” she told him before tossing the bra on his tented lap.
 
She smiled seductively as her fingers went to her waistband, and within seconds, she was wriggling them past her hips. Once they were past her knees, John could not wait any longer and moved. He rose, sending her bra to the floor, and scooped her into his strong arms. Julie giggled as he swept her off her feet, and in a matter of a step and a half, he placed her on top of her bed. John kissed her, then moved down, untied, and removed her sneakers, followed by her jeans. While continuing to hold her legs in the air by her ankles, he pulled her tiny socks off and then started to kiss her feet.
 
“Stop that tickles,” Julie said as he sucked on her pinky toe while his tongue rolled against it.
 
“All right, as you wish,” he said before spreading her legs into a V.
 
With a quick move, his body bent at the waist so his face was just inches from her covered mound. He blew his hot breath over Julie, causing her to squirm slightly before quickly turning and softly biting her inner thigh. She shrieked in response to that, but John had already released her ankles as he launched himself onto the bed, landing on top of her. There was a creak and a shudder, and the mattress sank at an angle before it fell to the floor with a final tearing sound.
 
They didn’t make a sound for a moment but burst into laughter once their eyes met and wordlessly confirmed they were unscathed. However, in their current position, that didn’t last long as they again kissed, and this time, he pressed his body into hers. Julie spread her legs wide, allowing John easy access as he rubbed his jean-covered loins against her. Resting on his elbows and knees, John ground against Julie while his lips again found her swanlike throat.
 
While biting progressively harder, he increased the speed of his hips. Her moans were growing in frequency and intensity when he managed to find her breast with his left hand. She cried out, and her legs wrapped around his as her body stiffened. Her breathing stopped for a second as she had been so caught off guard by her orgasm, but it resumed immediately as she sucked oxygen into her lungs.
 
“Johnny,” she cried out.
 
“Yes, baby cum for me,” he hissed in her ear in reply.
 
Julie’s fingers dug into his muscled back as he didn’t cease his movement, though he had slowed down considerably earlier. Julie’s breathing returned to normal as he continued gyrating against her, but her hands were now attempting to tug his pants down.
 
“You’re being bad, Johnny; take these off,” Julie complained.
 
“Ha, who are you to talk to?” he replied before he abruptly pushed his body into a kneeling position between her thighs.
 
Meeting her eyes, his hands found the waistband of her panties and ripped. With a tear, they split in the front, showing her curly, brown pubic hair. He continued until they were in pieces, which he scattered as he pulled them free. For a moment, Julie was overcome by shyness and closed her eyes to his while a hand covered her crotch. But then her eyes opened, and she smiled as her hand moved away.
 
“You sure about this, Julie?” he asked.
 
She nodded before speaking. “As much as I can be, Johnny. I’ve always done what I was told to or what I should do. I want to do this, and it feels right. Now tell me, John, do you want me? I don’t mean do you want to…fuck…me” She swallowed after saying this, “Do you want ME? Because if you want to just fuck me, you can but…”
 
“Sshh,” he said, pressing his finger to her lips. “Yes, Julie, since you were my teacher, and I fell in love with you every time you read a poem, I’ve wanted you.”
 
They kissed after this, but John still desired to taste all of her, so he broke the kiss, and his lips grazed her soft skin, slowly working their way past her collarbone until he found her coral-pink nipple. His mouth circled it, and his tongue flicked it circularly. John sucked as much of her small breast into his mouth as would fit though he was unable to take it all.
 
She pulled his hair, but he scarcely noticed as he continued to suck on her, reveling in the taste of Julie’s skin. He pulled his mouth off only to fasten it to her previously neglected one. But by now, Julie was becoming impatient and tried to push him from her.
 
“Oh, come on, Johnny, I want you in me,” she pleaded.
 
“Soon, Julie,” he answered after releasing her breast.
 
He put the tip of his tongue on the skin between her mounds and trailed it down in a zigzag pattern until he circled her navel with a flourish. John scooted his body further down the mattress so that his head was again between her creamy thighs, but this time, no barrier remained. His eyes found hers as he extended his tongue and tasted her.
 
Her lips were already sticky as his tongue ran the entire length of her pink slit. Her scent overpowered him as he probed her wetness, lashing Julie repeatedly until she begged him to stop. He then used his index fingers to spread her slightly so that he could work his tongue inside her now. John drove it as deep as it could reach before twirling it around, and the whole time, he kept his eyes locked on Julie. During this, he kept his nose pressing her clit, which had wet brown hair directly above it. When John moved his head slightly side-to-side, it again proved too much for her long-repressed desire.
 
Julie seized his hair with both hands as her body bucked beneath him, keeping his tongue trapped in her, not that he minded in the slightest. Her juices coated his face from his nose down by now as she flowed copiously on him. When her spasms subsided enough to allow it, he retracted his tongue and lifted his face.
 
“You taste great, Julie. Here, taste yourself,” he told her as his body moved up so he could kiss her.
 
She turned away, but he persisted until their lips met. She had used the opportunity, however, to grab his pants, and after undoing them and his belt, she wrestled them down far enough that his long-imprisoned cock was free. Wasting no time, she then grasped his head, which was slick with pre-cum, and guided it toward her opening.
 
“Put it in me, please,” Julie said as her long legs encircled his waist.
 
His body shifted enough that his large head now pressed to her entrance, at which time he reached down and grabbed it right below the head. John pushed forward, and slowly, the tip parted her lips and started to work its way in. She brought her knees back toward her chest, which improved his angle, allowing the head to sink inside her pink paradise. They both cried out from the feeling and now that his head had gained access, he steadily sank deeper, though it was still slow going.
 
John had no idea how long he’d last with the sensations he was experiencing. He felt like his cock was in a vise because Julie was so tight. It had been many years since she had more than her slender fingers in her channel, though the plentiful natural lubrication had greatly assisted. Finally, he managed to slide his last thick inch into her as his balls brushed her skin.
 
 
Again John waited as Julie’s tight pussy adjusted to his intrusion, but it helped him as much, if not more than her. Just being encased in her wetness without moving was almost too much to take without exploding. When her hands grabbed his ass and attempted to pull him more profoundly, it overwhelmed his senses. He gasped, and a second later, his head fired its first shot of white deep in her. The pleasure was so great that John almost cried with relief as he thoroughly irrigated her canal with all the white, sticky cum that discharged from his balls.
 
“Oh Johnny, that feels so hot; you’re shooting in me,” Julie said as she felt his seed fill her.
 
“Wow, I’m sorry, Julie. Usually, I don’t cum so fast, but you have me so wound up. Plus, you are so tight it’s incredible.”
 
Now, with the immediate pressure relieved due to his orgasm, John slowly slid out of Julie, keeping just his mushroom head in. He then reversed course and drove back, forcing a gasp out of her. His cum mingled with her juices, made the going more accessible, and aided John as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy. He supported his body with his elbows as he repeatedly filled her depths, only to pull back again.
 
The position allowed him to reach her breast with his mouth, and John took her erect nub between his lips. He flicked it in a back-and-forth rhythm, which drove Julie crazier than she already was. Her fingers clung to his gluteus as they rose and fell with each thrust, as animal-like moans escaped her lips. Wishing to gain a more comfortable position, John reluctantly pulled his entire length from her as he managed to crouch his body on the floor beside the mattress.
 
“What’s the matter, Johnny?” a disappointed Julie inquired as she lay with her legs still in the air.
 
“I'm just trying to get comfortable,” John answered as he scrambled to sit beside her. There, he proceeded to frantically undo his boots before removing them.
 
Next to go were his pants, which his knees had sat on during the earlier activity. He grabbed Julie and rolled her onto her stomach before delivering a light swat to her cute butt.
 
“Come on, Julie. Get on your knees,” he told her as he crouched just past the mattress again.
 
Once she managed to move her body into the new position, he rubbed his rock-hard erection along her wet furrow several times, sending waves of pleasure across her body. He placed one hand on her ass to steady himself, and once ready, John drove his full hard length into her pinkness.
 
“Oh God,” she cried out as, in this position, he seemed to reach more profound than before.
 
While keeping his first hand on her, he used his free hand to take hold of her long brown ponytail and pulled enough that Julie arched her back and neck to relieve the pressure. His body slapped hers with each thrust, making a fleshy sound as they repeatedly collided.
 
“Let me see your beautiful face, Julie,” he instructed, and she managed to turn so he could behold her countenance.
 
His hand released her hair and then slid below her torso, where he took hold of her small, sensitive breast.
Julie moaned from the added stimulation, and in response, she began to push her hips back in time with his forward thrusts. As this continued, John moved his hand from her breast down past her tummy and over her nest of pubic hair until his searching fingers located her erect little clit. His index finger circled it incessantly until her moans blended into one long, drawn-out sound, and he felt her vaginal walls spasm and contract on his driving member.
 
John stopped moving as Julie came on his cock to prevent his orgasm from happening and instead tried to think non-sexual thoughts. Which was much easier said than done when he had a screaming, moaning woman climaxing and clamping hard on him. Somehow he managed to not cum and rode out the storm.
 
 
 
To be continued