Julie and the Boys
by lastone

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If you are under 18 this story isn’t for you. If it’s illegal to read it where you are it also isn’t for you. Please go elsewhere. Remember it’s all fiction, no one was harmed in the writing this story and it never took place.

The following took place on a warm afternoon in September of 1968.

There were three of us boys who hung out together. Julie often spent time with us, alone and together. She was a tease if not a heartbreaker with guys in the neighborhood, having left many brokenhearted more than once over the years. Best part of all this is that she was known for being an easy “feel”.

Not only did we learn how to kiss from her but also about the female anatomy. Separately we had carefully groped her body finding what treasures a girl had to offer. Her breasts were small with puffy nipples just waiting for someone to suck them. On the odd occasion she would allow a hand to drift southward resulting in a rather stinky finger. 

The new school year had just begun, tenth grade. It all went down on a Friday after school. We were at Rob’s house shooting pool in his basement when Julie entered the scene. She was different that day, in one of those happy go lucky moods. Whenever taking her turn she would deliberately bend over just enough so her dress rode up revealing the cheesecake on her thighs. At that age it didn’t take much to get us going. Rob was the first to act taking up residence right behind her. When she arched forward over the table he pushed into her ass with his crotch while hunched over her back showing her the best way to accomplish the shot holding her hands and cue stick at the same time. Not once did she shy away, she actually began to wiggle back against him.

It was apparent that all of us had stiff dicks in our tight pants. Then all three of us were showing her the best way to handle her shots. Over the next hour she would twitch her ass against our dicks sending butterflies scurrying throughout our gut. Not that anyone was surprised; after all she was nothing but a tease to us. But the flaunting of her legs and the display of the snaps of her garter belt was wearing us down. Pantyhose were uncommon back in 1968.
 
The particulars are fuzzy as what took place and who took them during the next hour, but I do remember we each took turns sitting on this overstuffed sofa swapping spit while feeling up her titties before it happened. With her tongue down Rob’s throat he pushed her down onto the sofa as David and I relished the offering in front of us while he dry humped her. Her dress had ridden higher and now her panties were in plain sight making us really hot. Then it was David doing the humping before I got to have a turn. 

It entirely got out of hand in a matter of only a few minutes. All four of us were undeniably horny and without doubt wanted a little more from her. Without any resistance from her Rob unzipped his pants before laying his body on hers. With her dress traveling high up past her thighs onto her hips there were only two layers of cotton between them, and then there was only one when he pulled his underwear down. We all knew where this road was leading us too. While David and I gazed at the two sets of bodies we knew in our imagination what was going on between them.  

Only minutes afterward on the floor beside the sofa lay her dress in a rumpled clump, her bra then her panties lay scattered on top of it. All I remember was a pair of legs still swathed in nylons snapped only once on a black garter belt rising up while Julie made Rob promise, essentially swear on his grandmother’s grave he wouldn’t “do anything inside her”.

After a mere few minutes a request came for something to clean up with. Quickly finding a towel in the other room I laid it across Rob’s back. Not taking my eyes away I watched as he rose, his dick shrinking as she wiped away a pool of thick cum from her belly. Then it was David who was on her while Rob and I listened to her giggles of excitement. Julie was intently enjoying this as much as we were. We figured he must have penetrated her when he let loose with a long sigh followed by her faint moans of encouragement.

I was the last. I stood at the end of the sofa looking at this ecstatic bare assed girl beckoning me with an extended finger. Despite being wiped away there was a still a glistening sheen of David’s watery sperm smeared over her lower tummy. I looked down at her spread legs; her bush was almost scary, extremely thick, and untrimmed. The lips to her cunt parted halfway showing pink innards moist with her secretions and sweat and who knows what else. In the midst of the dark brown patch was one of the others cum. White jizz clinging tightly against her thick pubic hairs matting them down flat. Without delay or hesitation I lay on her body before pulling my underwear down. Never having done it before I didn’t know what to expect. I found Julie’s pussy not only tight as it stretched around my modest size dick but also noticeably wet, more than I ever expected. As I sawed in and out of her I could feel a slight wetness gather onto my scrotum and the hair surrounding my dick. 

It then occurred to me what had happened. Either David or Rob had “done something inside” her. As the thought of one of them actually letting loose with a wad inside her cunt I couldn’t take it anymore and went over the edge. My two minutes of bliss had come to an abrupt end. I swear to this day that I pulled out in time. But you never know. I was young, it was my first time, and I had no control. Maybe, just maybe I unleashed some of my sperm in her. Clearly there were some swimming sperm in my pre-cum. But was it mine that made the journey up her internal tubes? 

When we were finished using her body the three us stood back watching her seductively position her bra and panties into place before finally pulling her dress over her head covering most of her exposed skin.

She told us she was going away to a relative’s house for Christmas vacation. She would never return. She never told her parents who she did it with. No one would admit to cumming inside her, but David told me she was dripping wet when he took his turn. I didn’t know who to believe. I guess that Rob did some inside her before pulling out and when David felt Rob’s cum he did a spurt or two as well. Then again, thinking back, maybe I also left my calling card. 
   
