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The taking of Julie

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The taking of JulieA story about a young couple where she is taken by older and he yields. Comments appreciated.Julie and I moved into a two-flat rental at age 22. We were two young people in love, sill maturing and just starting out. We were both lean and physically developing. I had no facial hair and a young penis with a small tight ball sack below. Julie had 32B breasts and long blond hair. She had a small pubic mound above her sweet tasting, young, tight pussy. For us, sex was always tender and romantic. Julie had learned to orgasm with me when I would perform oral on her sweet pussy. Neither of us yet knew just how much more sexual pleasure Julie was ready for. Our landlord Paul was a well-built, good looking man about 50 years old who lived downstairs. We both really liked him. Paul seemed to know how to handle everything. He fixed our cars, leaky faucets, and the A/C. He was manly, masculine, and a bachelor. Julie liked and flattered him. She complimented his mature chest hair and facial shadow, which she called sexy. We got together often at our place. We’d drink beer and listen to music tunes. Some nights, we’d all end up dancing. It was good fun with some hugs until one night that changed things forever.One Saturday night, the three of us were partying late and pretty drunk. Julie had her arms around Paul’s neck as they danced and I was dancing alongside. Paul casually remarked… “John, you’re pretty drunk. You need to go to sleep.”Dancing continued a minute more and then Julie gently said…“Yeah John, you need to go to sleep.”I danced a few more steps and suddenly felt a debilitating pain in my right arm. I looked and, completely out of character, Paul was severely gripping my right arm. Damn it hurt! The pain made my knees buckle and I writhed and twisted at my waist. The pain nearly dropped me but I held myself together so that Julie wouldn’t see me weak. I looked to Paul who immediately said in a stern voice…“You need to go to sleep… NOW.”Paul let go of my arm. I was shaken and not waiting to appear weak to Julie, I stopped dancing and went over to the sofa. I was unsure what had just happened. I sat and rubbed my sore arm. I sat with a genuine feeling of fear. I wasn’t sure why Paul was so angry apparently with me. Was I that drunk and out of line? I decided I wasn’t going to argue and risk having Julie see him overpower me, so I laid back on the sofa and closed my eyes pretending to want sleep. Within minutes of me closing my eyes and with the music still playing loud, they both calmly left the room. I stayed put. I thought that maybe they wanted to go outside or maybe they wanted to talk or drink. I didn’t know. The music was loud and during the following twenty minutes, I didn’t give it much thought. Then, I heard something. aksaray escort A moan. Seconds later, another moan. Rhythmic moaning began. Then I heard Julie’s voice. Very loudly and clearly, yet breathlessly, I heard her begin repeating:“Oh my God. Yes. Yes. Oh my God. Yes.”Of course, I immediately now knew everything. Julie and Paul were fucking. Duh! It was obvious now that I was played. I stirred for an instant but then decided to simply stop and remain on the sofa. I reasoned that they left together and this meant that Julie must have consented. So, I lay still. I listened. The sounds I heard of Julie were unlike any I had ever heard before. Ever. She was orgasming. Not once, but repeatedly, and she was moaning so loudly. As she would climax, I could also hear Paul’s hips smacking against hers in fast tempo, say 15 to 20 times. There’d be a short pause and then the cycle would restart. By far, the thing that was most hurtful for me was hearing Julie moaning so loudly as she orgasmed.They continued for about an hour and finally there was quiet. Minutes later, I heard footsteps and Paul walked by me and out the door without saying a word. It was done. I rose from the sofa and walked into our bedroom. Julie had the sheets pulled up covering herself. Her face was red from being over-heated and looked like she had just run a marathon. Before I spoke, Julie looked at me and said these sentences that changed me forever…“Oh my God. That was like nothing I have ever felt.”“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk again.”“I don’t love him… you know that. I love only you.”“I mean, it just kinda happened and I couldn’t stop it.”“I’m sooo drunk and exhausted… please… just lay down and sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow.”I climbed into bed. Shaken. I was thinking that we were only 22 years old and now into some very adult situation. Julie rolled and kissed me on the cheek and then rolled away to seek sleep. I eventually slept. I was startled awake. It was light outside and morning I slowly thought. My eyes squinted and just then I recoiled in surprise. Paul was standing in our bedroom. Standing over the two of us. Julie stirred next to me. Paul looked directly at me and commanded…“Leave ! ”“Leave now.”“Leave now or you’re not gonna like what you see.”I stood up confused and was authoritatively pushed towards the doorway of our bedroom. Julie’s eyes now opened. Very quickly, as if in a single fluid movement, I heard Paul’s pants open, the bed sheet pulled away, and he climbed between Julie’s legs. He was poising to fuck her… again. I could tell Julie was completely caught off guard by what was happening. She didn’t have time to speak and instead she instinctively put up both her hands to slow Paul’s chest as he began to lower onto her. Julie aksaray escort bayan then said….“Paul… wait”“Wait”Her hands moved away from his chest and instead lowered to between her legs. I stood in the doorway stunned and silent. I was 22 years old and he was double my age and size. I just stared at the back of his pants which now hung halfway lowered on his ass. The two of them had their hands fiddling around her crotch and then Paul’s hips advance slightly. I could not see but knew he had begun to enter her. Julie gasped his name, “Paul””. He responded pushing his hips further forward. Julie moaned. Again, I wondered what the hell am I supposed to do? She’s not fighting or yelling. He’s a fully-grown man, twice my age and size. I stood there, leaning against the bedroom doorjamb. I think I was in shock. I yielded, and so, it began. I watched as Paul began to thrust forward and back. Like the night before, Julie soon had an intensely loud orgasm. He kept thrusting and Julie gripped his back. She began having multiple orgasms. I just stood silent. Intimidated. I could not see Paul’s manhood but I knew it was pleasure for her beyond mine. My only view was seeing Paul’s pants halfway lowered on his ass as he thrust into Julie, who I could no longer view. In time, I sensed Paul was building up towards climax. He began moaning and thrusting more quickly. His pace quickened and Julie couldn’t catch her breath from her orgasms. Paul let out bellows as he climaxed during five to six final thrusts into her sweet young pussy, now soiled. What I saw next affects me to this day. In one motion, Paul pulled out and stepped off the bed. As he moved, Julie’s pussy came into view and instantly, cum flooded out of her. I’d never seen anything like that. It was like a dam break or cork stopper had been pulled. I could not understand the amount of cum that flowed out. I also saw a large wet area on the bed that looked as though someone had peed. This, I also didn’t understand. And just as I saw all this, I glanced to Paul. There, hanging half erect, was his massive manhood. The shaft was glistening and a tiny white drop of cum was still on its tip. It looked like the cock of a stallion or bull just spent. Paul’s cock was thick, deeply veined, with a huge ballsack, surrounded by his masculine body hair. I felt so intimidated. With no words, Paul pulled up his underwear and pants. He zipped up, turned, and walked out. Nothing was said and the front door closed. I was mesmerized. Seeing his cock was seared in my mind. I felt like such a boy. Julie lay there, exhausted, staring at the ceiling. We were both thunderstruck. She had just been awakened and fucked to which she uncontrollably and repeatedly orgasmed. I gazed at her. Her pussy was stretched escort aksaray and visibly open showing a white line of cum that ran to a puddle of male seamen on the bed. I sat down next to her and caressed her over-heated body as it cooled. She was in shock I think. She just kept staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes, we spoke.Julie: “I don’t know what just happened. Did you let him in?”John: “No, I think he used his own key.” Julie: “I don’t know what to say.” John: “It’s okay. Last night, I didn’t understand. Today, I saw what you were up against.”Julie: “I couldn’t stop.”John: ”I know.”Julie: “I didn’t know it would be like that.”John: “I know, I’ve never seen anything like that either.”Julie: “I love only you… but you must hate me now?”John: “No. I love you. I understand.”Julie slowly arose, still in shock. She long showered while I stripped and changed the bedding. Our day slowly resumed. We hugged and then joked a little. I lightly told her that Paul almost broke my arm the night before and she admitted seeing that. We mildly joked about how loud she was. We hugged, kissed and held hands much of that day. Overall, we minimized the meaning. We were both 22 and this is how we responded. Later that evening, Julie and I were feeling more solid with each other. A knock on the door revealed Paul. I let him in and he approached and spoke: “First, I want us to remain friends.”“Second, what happened, happened.”Julie and I both vaguely acknowledged him. He asked if we wanted dinner together and we said “not tonight”. Several days later, Paul came by and we ate and drank together. We began again hanging out. We were 22 years old and that’s simply how we responded. Some changes occurred. One change was that, when Paul now arrived and left, he and Julie would now kiss each other on the lips. She and I didn’t discuss this and I let this go. Another change was that, although Julie and I remained in love, we did not resume sex. There was just some mutual, unspoken hesitation. When the next weekend came, we were fine having Paul over and we all enjoyed conversation and beer. Another change emerged. Around midnight, Paul softly stood up and extended his hand to Julie who was sitting next to me. Julie put out her hand and slowly rose. Nothing was said and they walked together into the bedroom and gently closed the door. I sat. I drank. I then laid back on the sofa. Soon heard once again heard Paul’s hips slapping away and Julie orgasming. For an hour they continued and afterwards, Paul nonchalantly left. The next morning, Julie and I hugged and kissed and went about our day. We didn’t speak of it. A routine emerged. The three of us would hang together and about twice each week, they would head into the bedroom and have sex. If I was still awake afterwards, Paul would say goodnight to me as he left. Julie and I never again fucked. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t have to. The image of Paul’s massive manhood was seared in my mind. More so, it was seared in Julie’s mind too. Comments please.

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