Julie and Harker
by Mat TwasselRadiant Heat
I’d gotten home a little early and discovered Julie in the living room sitting on the radiator. She was wearing jeans but no top. The tips of her little breasts were decidedly erect. Her back pressed the wall, her eyes were closed tight, her legs splayed apart, and she had a hand in her pants. She was obviously masturbating. I stood in the doorway watching her. She was getting close to coming, breathing out adorable little moans of excitement, when her eyes flickered open, and she saw me. Her hand jerked out of her pants and her legs snapped closed.
I strode toward her across the room. “The radiator was making strange noises and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it,” she said. “I tried twisting the thingee, but it was stuck, and then I heard the noises again, but it wasn’t the radiator, it was next door. The bed, the bodies, the grunts and groans and cries. They were fucking. It made me so hot. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like I was being unfaithful.”
I took Julie’s hand, the one that had been in her pants, and brought it to my lips. I kissed her moist fingertips, and then I sucked her fingers into my mouth and sucked them and caressed them with my tongue. Meanwhile my other hand went to her pants and slid inside, past her shoved down underwear. I pushed two fingers into the hot, slippery clasp of her cunt. “You’re so hot,” I whispered. “You know, heat transfers in three way. There is conduction, convection, and radiation. Conduction is…” I was going to explain the three types of heat transfer, but I knew that Julie was not able to pay the slightest attention. She was coming.
It wasn’t until I’d finger-fucked her into two more orgasms that I took my fingers out. I sniffed the delicious scent of her excitement, and then I introduced the fingers into her mouth. I caressed her tongue with my cunt-soaked fingers, making sure she could taste herself.
After a minute or so, she fell forward into my arms. I helped her off the radiator and held her tight. “You think I’m a bad girl,” she murmured.
“No, no, not at all,” I said. “You’re just a bad radiator repairman.”
Boxing
The big boxing gloves made it impossible for Julie to masturbate. I’d ordered them from Amazon only yesterday—the miracle of one-day shipping.
“What are they for?” Julie asked.
“In case you feel like being a bad girl again,” I answered. “Try them on. But first you better strip bare.”
“Why?”
“So you get the full effect.”
I helped Julie off with her things, and then I fitted the gloves over her fists and laced them tight on her little wrists.
“Now what?” she asked. “Do I knock you out?”
“No. Now you try to touch yourself.”
She gave me a quizzical look.
“Go ahead.”
Tentatively she brought one of the oversized mitts to her pussy mound. “I can’t,” she said. “They’re too big.”
“Try harder.”
Her face scrunched up. She rubbed her groin with the padded glove, but to no effect.
“Do you need help?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Okay, we’ll go 15 rounds. Lean against the radiator.”
She did as I asked, presenting her adorable bottom.
I set the timer for three minutes and then, slowly but surely, pushed my erect cock into her cunt.
“Oh yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me.”
I fucked her until the timer binged, and then I withdrew.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“It’s between rounds,” I said. “One minute rest.”
The minute seemed to take forever. My cock missed her hot little fuck hole. When the minute was up, I drove into her, fucking her with everything I had.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” she chanted.
Holding her tight, my cock still buried in her cunt, I said, “If you come it means I knocked you out. Try to last the full fifteen rounds. If I come you win.”
“I want to come,” she whined.
“So do I. But be strong.” And with that I began thrusting again, slow strong thrusts, and with each thrust she rammed her ass against me. She seemed to be taking control. The bell sounded just in time.
I backed away.
She eyed my cock. “I’m going to make you come,” she said. “I’m going to beat you.” Her smile was lewd.
“Come on, give it to me,” she said at the start of round three. “I can take it. Fuck me.”
I fucked her. Three minutes of slow hard fucking. Her sex juices splurched. I had her on the ropes. One more stroke, I thought, one more, one more, but the bell sounded. She wiggled her hips as I withdrew.
“I almost had you,” she said, and she gave me that lewd smile again.
Round four we really went at each other. “Come, baby, come, baby, come, baby, come!” I chanted. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she chorused. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” we sang together. We almost didn’t hear the bell. I wobbled away. She turned and slumped to the floor. Her eyes were glazed. Her cunt lips were dark with excitement, the hole gaping, sex juice seeping, flowing, and then the contractions of her orgasm began. Clench after shuddering clench of sweet climax. So lovely, so exciting was this vision, I almost didn’t notice I was coming too. My cock lurched, and semen jetted. Six, seven, eight spurts, seemingly in synchrony with Julie’s spasms. The aftershocks went on and on.
“Whew!” said Julie, some minutes later. I was too exhausted by bliss to reply.
“I guess it was a draw,” I eventually managed to utter.
“If you say so,” Julie said, that lewd smile returning to her lips. “Care for a rematch?”
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