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Chapter 13 by richardcurrently richardcurrently

Wait really?

Got anything better to do?

Oliver stared at Julie in shock, unsure if she was messing with him, his jaw hanging down in surprise. “What? Just because you’re not my usual doesn’t mean I’m not into it. You’re a good-looking guy Olle and my summer’s been dry as a grandma’s cunt.” Julie took a step closer, her hand tracing down Oliver’s arm and slowly plucking the spliff from his grip. Oliver tingled at the touch, the smirk never leaving Julie’s face. She took a deep drag on the spliff, and, as if to prove her intentions were genuine, pressed her lips to Oliver’s. Instinct took over as Oliver returned the kiss, a hand drifting to Julie’s firm ass to grip it. Julie pulled back and winked “come on, hop in, it’ll be fun.”

Oliver was in a daze for the umpteenth time in recent days, the events of the week too bizarre to even catalogue. He was in Julie’s car, she’d kissed him, and was driving him back to her place to fuck him. The wail of **** metal rang from the crackling speakers and a few short minutes later Julie had parked and was dragging him past a chain link fence, up a short cracked concrete walk, and into a door. They paused in the living, witchy décor mingled with protein powders and workout gear strewn across the furniture. Julie looked intently at Oliver, gauging his level of comfort. “You know Jules” Oliver said, closing the distance between them, pressing closer to her muscled androgynous body, “I didn’t leave the bar because I didn’t want to fuck all three of them… god I wanted it so bad.” Julie grabbed his ass and ground their hips together, breathing into his ear “you can fuck them another time, hell I’d even stick around if it was just you and Simon. But tonight, I’m going to fuck you.” She bit his earlobe on the last word, her iron grip clenching Oliver close.

Julie dragged him to the bedroom, clearing a mess of clothes off the mattress. Opening her dresser, she retrieved a dildo, harness, and lube. Oliver had never seen a dildo like it before, the base ending in a curved egg shape. Julie held the dildo up to Oliver’s face, letting him examine it more closely, it was large and thick, but not overly so. Oliver licked the outstretched toy, and deciding to show off his new party trick, slid the whole thing down his throat in a single fluid motion. Julie looked delighted by the show, stripping out of her clothes as Oliver showed off his prowess of fellatio as she busied herself attaching the thick fabric straps of the harness. Oliver shed his own outfit, slowly stroking his cock as he watched Julie prepare herself. She toyed with her clit, eyeing Oliver up and down, before easing the ribbed egg at the end of the dildo into her pussy. Biting her lip, she fumbled with metal loop and some straps before standing tall, the artificial cock standing proudly on her crotch. Handing Oliver the bottle of lube, Julie instructed him to get himself ready and pick a position.

Figuring he may as well give her a show, Oliver drenched two fingers in the cool gel, and turned, presenting his ass. Oliver gasped as he start fingering his own ass, plunging the lube covered digits as they as they could fit. Looking to the bed, Oliver thought for a moment, before getting on all fours to offer himself doggy style. “Naughty naughty Oliver, you still wishing you’d stayed at the bar?” Oliver didn’t have time to reply as he felt the tip of the strap begin to enter him. A few probing thrusts eased Oliver in, Julie grasping his hips as she kneeled behind him. Oliver moaned, “fuck yeah Julie, fucking take me.” A slap rang down on his ass “then let’s fucking go.”

Oliver wasn’t sure if he heard or felt the buzzing first, but either way instantly realized that the strap-on was vibrating inside of them both. Julie clicked the setting button on the base a couple of times, amping up the intensity to a harsh mechanical whir. Gliding in and out of him, Julie fucked him with abandon, relishing not only the vibration in her cunt but the whimpers of pleasure Oliver produced beneath her. Using the muscles trained in long hours at the gym, Julie used her powerful arms to add even more impact to her thrusts. Her rock hard core and thighs engaging to slam ever harder, she moved with a vigor that it seemed no natural cock could reproduce. Oliver felt the vibration tingling across every inch of his body, precum gushing out of his throbbing shaft.

Slaps rained down on his tender ass, never so hard as to be too painful. Sharp reminders of his submission, of the ecstasy of the woman pegging him. Oliver’s arms buckled; his cheek pressed against the carpeted floor. He heard cursing and moaning behind him as Julie came the first time? The second? But the power lifter never faltered, taking advantage of Oliver’s new pose to lean down over him, the pace never pausing or slowing. A powerful thrusted knocked Oliver’s knees down, arching his hips and ass up to protect his erection. Behind him, Julie sank to one knee, the other raised high as she leveraged herself to fuck him even deeper. “Ju-uh-uh-lie fu-u-u-ck I’m ah I’m clo-o-ose” Oliver moaned; his eyes shut tight as he tried in vain to stave off his orgasm.

Julie finally slowed down, and to Oliver’s surprise twisted him in a 180 on her silicon cock until he was on his back, staring up at her. Julie looked down at his cock, taking it in her hand as she pumped up and down. Her free hand rose to pinch one of her little nipples, her ripped core contracting in time with her slow thrusts. They stared at each other, the precum leaking from Oliver letting Julie’s hand slide easily. The vibrating dildo still busy inside them, Julie’s jaw dropped as another small orgasm radiated throughout her core. The look on her face driving him over the edge, Oliver erupted, cum dripping down Julie’s clenched fingers. Julie’s hand left her nipple as she clicked the dildo off, the two still joined by the silicon inside them both. Oliver stayed on the floor, panting and covered in cum as Julie removed the harness and flopped on the carpet next to him. “Fucking A Oliver, well I’m sure glad you chickened out of the orgy. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. You can crash with me tonight.” After a cursory wipe off, Oliver

Waking up in a new bed

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