Julia's barrackroom bang (Part 1)

It was Friday night and, as usual, Julia had worked hard all

day at being the virtuous wife. She had tried not to

fantasise, as she did on most other mornings during the week,

and had not fingered herself or even opened the drawer where

she kept her vibrators, a dildo and a number of other kinky

and exotic sexual devices buried under her stock of pretty

lingerie. She had avoided any contact with good-looking men

and sweet young boys. She had worn slacks and flat shoes and

had stayed indoors most of the day with no makeup on and her

thick, dark, shoulder-length hair tied back with a plain black

ribbon.

Still, she thought as she washed up the dinner dishes, one day

of sexual abstinence was worth it for the freedom it gave her

from Monday to Thursday. Friday and Saturday were the days

when Henry, her almost paranoically jealous husband, 10

years older than she, exerted his conjugal rights over her. On

Friday in particular, he would be suspicious if she did not

respond with her usual panting, squeaking, squealing and

squirming.

Cheating on Henry, especially when he was around, turned Julia on. She had cuckolded him at least twice a week for as long as they had been married, but she had never been able to deceive him into thinking she was enjoying being

shafted by his cock when she wasn't. She had tried it once

early in her marriage when one of her regular lovers

had fucked her to exhaustion one Friday afternoon. At night

she had pretended to have an orgasm, but Henry knew she was

having him on and there had been a huge row after he had

accused her of getting it off with someone else, although he

could prove nothing. But Henry was like that - prudey, self-centred, and jealous as hell, but also dull as dishwater.

Julia peered into her Friday dishwater as if it were a crystal

ball. She could predict almost to the minute what would happen

to her tonight. Henry would suddenly announce it was time for

bed and switch off the television, his main evening occupation

after his newspaper, whether or not she was watching it.

Upstairs, she would don one of her thin, sexy nightdresses,

worn only on Fridays and Saturdays, and washed on Mondays for

the next ritual performance. And instead of roughly plaiting

her hair as usual, she would brush it till it shone and dab

his favourite perfume behind her ears and between her tight

little breasts.

The two had twin beds and she would be lying on hers, usually on her side with the

covers down when he emerged from the bathroom, reeking of the

cheap aftershave he always insisted on buying - probably, so

Julia surmised, because some leggy young secretary at the

office had told him it was "sexy". Her presents of other

brands stood unused in the bathroom cabinet. She had taken

back the one that turned her on the most and given it to another of her favourite young men but, typically, Henry did not even notice it had gone.

Then he would climb into her bed and take off his spectacles, fold

them and lay them neatly by the bedside lamp. Turning to her

he would start to feel over her slender body through her

diaphanous nightdress. Always he would make some crass remark,

such as "Real cock-stiffener that", and chuckle at himself for

being so daring.

It was when he put his arm round her and turned her towards

him that it became vaguely interesting for Julia to speculate

whether he was going to mount her "missionary" style or, as

she much preferred, to turn her over and take her from behind.

But first there was the foreplay, Henry nuzzling her neck and

saying what a turnon her perfume was - although it was always

the same. Then he would kiss her and Julia would dutifully

stick her tongue into his mouth.

At this point she always closed her eyes and imagined she was

being kissed by some man who had aroused her

violently earlier in the week. This was essential in order to

get her nipples stiff before Henry's programmed fondling

reached her breasts.

If there was any danger of her nipples not responding, she

would get her hand down between their bodies and start to

masturbate him sooner than usual, skilfully stripping back his

foreskin so that his bare glans rubbed against the

soft material of her nightdress while she jerked her little

fist up and down his cock. In extreme cases she would push him

on to his back and go down on him immediately with her

mouth.

Julia was a compulsive cock-sucker. Just the feel of a man's

warm meat throbbing in her mouth excited her almost to orgasm.

Henry loved the way she sucked, but he was too naive to

realise that her skill must have been acquired from years of

regular practice with many other cocks. In fact, she had

developed her technique with every boy she could lay hands on while

still at school and since then she had sucked off scores and scores of

men and boys.

Before her marriage, when Henry lived in Barencester and

had a landlady who did not allow visitors of the opposite sex,

Julia had jerked and sucked him off on almost every date.

Using her hand or her mouth to make him come in semi-public -

in back-streets and doorways, in bus shelters and cinemas -

turned her on tremendously and the egotistic Henry soon had the quite

mistaken idea that she got her sole satisfaction masturbating him. In fact, it merely aroused in her a sleeping serpent of insatiable lust, and after she had left him, her hot moist cunt itching for cock, she often picked up someone on the bus back to Innbury and fucked in wild lewd abandon in the local park or in the woods near her home.

But Julia liked Henry's cock and loved to suck it. It was thick

and just long enough to reach her throat, so that it filled

her mouth completely. The only problem was that, at the moment

of ejaculation, he always grabbed her head and unloaded his

sperm into her mouth. It wasn't a big problem, because Julia

was a sperm freak - "spunk hungry", the boys at school used to

call her - and the more she got the more she wanted. She

didn't mind swallowing a boy's spunk if it really turned him

on - she adored the silky feel of it in her mouth - and, in any case, when Henry was ready to come, she was usually so hot and eager for it she didn't really

care.

But what she really wanted when she jerked or sucked someone

off was to watch him coming, to see all the spunk he had made

for her spurting out of his cock all over her. She loved

the feel of it on her face and once when she had been sucking

Henry and had fingered herself to a frenzy, she asked him

hopefully if he wouldn't like to come in her face for a

change, but he had told her not be so "dirty" and, as usual,

he had pulled her head into his groin and squirted into her

mouth.

Julia knew then she need never ask him to do anything really

dirty to her, in particular to fulfil one of her kinkiest

fantasies - to make someone squirt come all over her best

black cocktail dress. That, she knew, was really perverse, but

she had always been violently aroused by the sight of sperm on

her clothes, ever since her schooldays, when some boys had

tied her up and abused her in the boys' toilet while they

jerked their come off on her black gymn slip and stockings...

She shivered as she recalled the mixture of disgust and

intense excitement she had experienced then and ever since

when it happened by accident or on purpose.

Her wandering thoughts returned to the evening ahead. In bed Julia was always thankful if Henry took her from behind, because it was easier for her to imagine she was being fucked by someone dishy and dirty like her sister’s husband Jules, who could always shag her into hysterical multiple orgasms. When Henry’s cock finally slid into her and he began to do it to her, Julia would close her eyes

again - initially at least - imagining the prick of someone else. And, if she could make the fantasy real enough, she would eventually come in the kind of squealing, writhing orgasm Henry always expected of her.

With a smug smile of self-congratulation, he would then

continue pumping his prick in and out of her until, gripping

her firm little buttocks, he would squirt his spunk deep

inside her, where she could see nothing and feel nothing.

Finally satisfied, he would abandon her and climb into his own bed, rolling over and falling asleep almost immediately.

When he was snoring, Julia would get up and in the toilet she would indulge in the

fantasies she had denied herself all day - fantasies about

tall handsome men whose cocks were stiff and aching with lust for her and whose balls were bursting with spunk, or about smooth, naked young boys trembling with desire as she watched them masturbate for her. Panting with excitement, she would finger herself off to a gasping climax before returning to bed...

As she began to scrub the last pot of the evening, Julia

suddenly thought “Why shouldn't I have a little fun before I

go to bed with this dull, jealous tortoise! If I could only see a

sexy man and watch him get stiff for me, it would make it all

so much easier to bear.”

And so, as she dried the dishes and looked at Henry ensconced

in "his" chair reading his infernal newspaper, Julia decided

on a bid for Friday freedom, however limited.

"Is there anything good on television?" she asked innocently,

knowing full well that he had already scanned the programmes

and found nothing to his taste - football or Westerns or films

with girls in flimsies. He responded in the negative and carefully, with an air of naivety, she said, "Why don't we go down to 'The Stick' then for a drink..." And she added, in as seductive a tone as she could manage, "...before we go to

bed?"

“The Stick Inn” - so named because of its famous pub lunches -

was Julia's favourite bar. It was the haunt of airmen from the

U.S. airbase and young soldiers from the army training camp

nearby, and it was always full. She often met her girl

friends, the “Valkyries”, there and one day, after they had

“entertained” some Americans in turn in the toilet, they had

renamed the bar the “Stick It Inn”.

To Julia's surprise Henry agreed to her proposal, presumably

thinking he would be there to keep her eye from roving. By the

time she had made up, changed into a smart blue suit and thin

white blouse that barely concealed her bra, and had smoothed

on to her slim, graceful legs a pair of enticingly frail,

honey-coloured stockings, it was getting on for nine o'clock.

When they finally arrived, the bar was smoky and crowded as

usual. They sat down beside another couple at the only table

they could see with free chairs. After a few drinks the four

fell into conversation and Julia could see that the woman, who

was a little tipsy, fancied Henry a lot. Her husband was in

his early forties and quite good-looking. If there had been

any chance of a swap, Julia would have opened her legs for him

readily - but she knew Henry was far too much of a prude to let

him screw her, however much he wanted the woman.

The man fancied her all right, she was sure of that. But she

avoided the eye contact he was constantly trying to make with

her. In the meantime there was more than eye contact going on

between his blonde wife and Henry. From the way she was

sitting and shifting about in her seat, Julia knew from

experience that, under the table, she was rubbing her high-

heeled shoe between Henry's thighs.

But Julia didn't care. She had come out for some excitement

before the weekly boredom of being fucked by her husband - and

already she had a good idea of where to find it. When they had

come in she had noticed a bunch of young soldiers crowded

round the door leading to the telephone and the toilets. They

kept turning to look in her direction and she knew

instinctively they were talking about her, appraising her body

and probably her sexual potential. The idea excited her

tremendously and, knowing she would have to push past them to

reach the door, she decided to go to the toilet. She was sure

they would try to chat her up and, who knows, maybe give her a

surreptitious feel as she squeezed past them.

So the next time Henry got up to fetch some drinks, she

excused herself and pushed towards the door through the crowd.

As she expected, the soldiers jostled round her when she got

there.

"Hi, foxy lady, what's your name?" said one, while another

made kissing noises at her.

She laughed breathlessly. "My name's Julia and I want to go to

the toilet. Let me through... please."

"Want any company?" another asked.

Julia's soft hair, freshly shampooed as usual for Henry's

weekly screw, swung easily round her shoulders as she twisted

her head round to look at the questioner. He was about 20 and

very good-looking. Her eyes flashed and flirted boldly with

him, as if to say she wouldn't mind his company any day in a

toilet. "Thanks all the same. I think I can manage

myself - this time," she said as saucily as she could.

There was general admiring laughter which drowned out

something the soldier said to her about "the next time". He

was standing between her and the door now, and he spread his

arms to stop her getting through. One of his mates pulled him

away.

"Let her go, Joe. Or d'you want her to wet her knickers for

you?" They all laughed again and parted just enough to let her

pass. As she walked down the corridor to the toilets she felt

their eyes on her. She looked back and laughed, for they all

had their heads poked round the door to watch her progress.

She pushed her hair back provocatively and continued down the

narrow passageway, adding a soft seductive swing to her slim

hips that made her buttocks move suggestively under her blue

skirt.

"Sexy bitch!" one of the boys groaned. "Just look at those

fabulous legs! I could lick them all the way up to her cunt."

"Bet she's got a really tight little hole," another speculated

as Julia disappeared into the toilet with a last teasing

glance back at them. She had already begun to fantasise that

they would follow her and abuse her sexually in the ladies'

room. As she sat on the toilet seat she squirmed at the

thought of them crowding round her, offering their stiff,

quivering cocks to her mouth and hands. She began to circle

her middle finger on her throbbing clit as she decided she

wanted to jerk Joe's spunk off first...

They were waiting for her when she came back. This time, when

they crowded round her, obscuring her slender little body from

general view, she felt hands groping secretly on her thighs

and buttocks.

"Oh, don't touch me... please!" she gasped, squirming more

from pleasure than protest. "You're making me randy." Joe

slipped his hand round her and pulled her against him.

"How about a little kiss, Julia?" He was a whole head taller

than she was and reluctantly she twisted her head away as he

bent his down to nuzzle her perfumed throat with his mouth.

Someone was behind her now rubbing his crotch on her buttocks.

Through her skirt she could feel his erection lengthen and

stiffen and, panting softly, she instinctively circled her

tight little ass against it.

Her assailant gripped her trembling thighs and bent his head

down to her ear. "Ever been fucked in your pretty arse?" he

whispered hoarsely into her hair.

"Oh, don't...," Julia moaned in despair. "My husband's over

there!" Joe took her hand and tugged it down between their

bodies to his crotch and rubbed it over his erection.

"Is his as big as that?" he whispered. She felt herself being

carried away on an irresistible tide of lust rising swiftly

inside her. Desperate to stay in control of herself, she tried

to free her hand, turning as she did so to where Henry was

sitting. Suddenly her heart stopped. In a brief gap between

the jostling bodies she saw him looking directly at her. An

icy shiver of excitement crawled up her legs and through her

body to the roots of her hair. Impulsively, still looking at

Henry, she began to fondle Joe's cock.

"Hey! That's it," he breathed. The bodies shifted briefly and

another thrill went through her as she saw Henry again. The

idea that he would look at her while she was jerking off a

total stranger excited her enormously. With a little stifled

moan of arousal, she tugged down Joe's zipper, worming her

hand into his trousers to extract his throbbing erection. He

stiffened in surprise.

"Give me it," she panted. "I want to jerk it..."

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped as it unfurled into the coolness of

her hand.

The ring of bodies tightened around the couple as the others

realised what she was doing. "Christ! She's really cock-

happy!" someone said. "Let's take her to the john!"

"Want that?" Joe asked her.

"No..." Julia whispered breathlessly. "I want to do it here...

like this..." She slid his foreskin back and twisted her

slender fingers round the root of his prick. Slowly she began

to masturbate him.

"My God, the sexy bitch is wanking him off!" someone whispered

to his mate at the back, and they craned forward, hoping to

catch a glimpse of Julia's little hand as it picked up speed,

pumping swiftly up and down Joe's rigid, rippling muscle with

a screwing, twisting motion that showed she had done this

countless times before.

"Hey, boys, she's a left-hander!" one laughed nervously,

sliding his hand up under her blue jacket, fingering the ridge

of her bra strap through her thin nylon blouse as her left

elbow jerked back and forth, brushing his tunic. The soldier

directly behind Julia moved round to her other side.

"If you're a left-hander, then put your right one round that,"

he grunted, catching her free hand and trying to bring it to

the bulge in his trousers. She pulled her hand away and used

it to push him to one side a little. "One at a time," she

panted. "Let me see... over there... I want to keep an eye on

my husband..."

Thinking she was afraid of being caught and might stop before

someone else had a turn, the soldiers stood where Julia wanted

them to be in order to catch an occasional glimpse of Henry's

head. Each time she saw him she stopped and quickly licked her

palm, making Joe gasp as she screwed it briefly round his

slippery knob, sliding it slowly through her forked knuckles

before she began to jerk her fist on him again.

Finally she squinted up at him expectantly. "Like it?" she

panted softly. "Making spunk?... Uhh?"

"God, yes!" he gasped. "Don't stop. I'm going to come in a

minute."

Julia shivered violently as her hole contracted and oozed into

her knickers in her excitement. Her fragile stockings began to

rasp softly as she rubbed one leg up and down the other to

soothe the hot, pulsing itch in her cunt. Warm bodies and

groping hands were supporting her now as she swayed

precariously on one slender high heel, clenching her thighs

feverishly while she masturbated the handsome young soldier

relentlessly, eager for his spunk. She turned her head again

to squint at the gap the boys had left for her, desperately

trying to refocus her eyes on the spot where Henry's head kept

appearing. Now more than ever she wanted him to look at her,

when the cock she held began squirting warm slime into her

hand.

She looked up at Joe again. "Come on then... spunk me!" she

hissed, gritting her teeth as she pumped his erection

frantically towards ejaculation. It passed briefly through her

mind that his sperm might squirt through her hand on to her

skirt. The idea excited her even more. "God, give it to me..."

she whimpered. "Give me a lot... It... it turns me on...!"

"Yeah, give it to her Joe! Give her a real handful," someone

groaned.

Her wrist was aching but now she could feel the muscle

twitching violently in her grasp and knew the spunk was on its

way. Suddenly Henry's head came into view again. Julia sobbed.

"Look at me, you bastard!" she whispered to herself. "Look

what I'm doing to him!"

Joe's head fell back and his body stiffened and quivered. With

a gasp of triumph as she felt his cock spasm uncontrollably,

Julia gripped him underhand between forked fingers ready to

receive his sperm and, rubbing her thumb from side to side

over his glans, she slowly and firmly pulled him off.

"Awwhh, Jesus Christ!" he croaked. Henry turned his eyes

towards his wife again. As they met hers, Julia felt the

soldier's warm spunk squirt up over her wrist.

"Awwhh, yesss!" she whimpered, hooking one leg up and

clenching herself in a squirming paroxysm of lust. The slime

continued to pulse warmly into her upturned hand while Henry

watched. He was mouthing words at her but Julia didn't care

what they were. She slid Joe's slippery cock slowly to and fro

between her tight knuckles, milking the last of his load into

her palm. In a moment it was over. Henry's face disappeared.

She looked down at her hand. The spunk that had squirted up

her wrist had spilled thickly over the gold armband he had

bought her.

"Oooo-er, dirty!," she crooned with a perverse shudder of

pleasure. Joe watched as he tucked his cock away again.

"Like it?" he grinned. Julia laughed breathlessly.

"Uh-huh. Love it!" she breathed, eyes flirting with his.

"Thick... mmm... sexy stuff... the kind I like...!" She had

been on the very verge of an orgasm and she was still hot and

trembling with arousal.

She became aware of the soldiers jostling around her. Everyone

was trying to touch her, talk to her. "Wow!" "What a wank!"

"Show us what he did, Julia!" In the background she heard

someone mutter "Spunk-hungry bitch! Bet she sucks like a vacuum too!"

Someone was crouching on the floor beside her legs and she

shuddered violently as she felt his fingers crawling over her

stocking. With a sob and a scrape of her high heels, she moved

her feet apart, knowing the hand would soon move up under her

skirt.

The soldier who had wanted her to do it with her right hand,

pushed in front of her. "Come on, sweetheart, me now!" he

panted urgently. Something nudged her thigh and she looked

down. He had exposed his huge curved erection already and it

was jerking to and fro against her skirt. A trail of clear

slime glistened on the blue material.

"Awwggh... my skirt!" Julia groaned, pulling back suddenly and

almost falling over the soldier who was fondling her legs.

"Give me a hankie first..."

He produced one and, shivering with arousal, she wiped first

her skirt and then her wrist and hand. Then she returned it

and willingly reached down for him. His cock was hotter and

thicker than Joe's.

"Mmmm, big hot dick..." she murmured as she worked the silky

skin up and down the hard muscular core, sliding her fingers

occasionally over the slippery glans. Her wrist began to ache

again but he had been masturbating while she worked on Joe and

she knew from the convulsive spasms in his cock that it would

not take her long to make him come.

The soldier on the floor had his hand up her skirt now, and

with a sob of pleasure she began to circle her hips wantonly

as she felt his fingers touch the moist slippery crotch of her

panties. Panting she turned her lust-drugged eyes in Henry's

direction, clenching the groping hand between her thighs. This

time she knew she would come if her husband looked at her

while the spunk was spurting in her hand.

He appeared in view again and with a whimpering moan Julia

rotated her hips faster, clutching the cock convulsively and

jerking it eagerly in short rapid bursts. Suddenly her heart

froze in panic. He was not watching her. He was getting up.

As she saw him pushing through the crowd towards the ring of

soldiers surrounding her. Julia released the cock she was

masturbating as if it had burnt her. "Put it away... quick..."

she gasped. "My husband's coming!"

The soldiers gathered round her even more closely to screen

her and the ring of uniforms did not open up for Henry when he

arrived. Inside Julia hastily wiped her hand on her skirt and

pushed her damp hair back into place. She was trembling all

over, not with fear but with excitement.

"Julia, come on. We're going home," Henry shouted to her

between the soldiers' burly shoulders.

"All right," she answered. "Just a minute."

Henry thrust his hand between the uniformed bodies and grasped

her slender arm. "Not in a minute. We're going... Now!" he

said yanking her out.

There were cries of protest and threats from her bodyguard but

Julia calmed them down. "It's all right," she laughed easily,

shaking back her hair and continuing to flirt with her eyes.

"He's always like this. Bye-bye, boys! Hope you all get what

you want. See you again sometime."

Henry half-dragged her to the front door and Julia stumbled

after him as best she could on her high heels.

"You won't be seeing them again - ever," he muttered as he

pulled her outside.

"Let me go, Henry," Julia wailed. "You're hurting my arm."

"I'll hurt more than your arm when I get you home!"

Suddenly she had had enough. She pulled her arm free. "You're

not getting me anywhere! What the hell am I supposed to have

done?"

"You were up to something with them. What were you doing? What

were you doing in the toilet?"

"I was doing what everyone does in the toilet - alone. They

were nice boys and they were just having a bit of fun." Henry

quivered with anger.

"Having a feel at you, more like, and you were letting them,

dirty slut!"

"Don't you call me a slut! The slut was that bitch at our

table." Henry flushed. "Oh yes! You needn't think I didn't

notice her rubbing her foot on your dick under the table!"

Henry defended himself hastily. "She tried to but I didn't let

her."

"You mean she stopped when she saw she couldn't get you up,"

Julia taunted.

Henry suddenly saw red and struck her across the face with his

open hand. Julia clutched at her cheek and burst into tears.

"You bastard!" she sobbed. He realised he had gone too far.

Maybe she had just been flirting.

"I... I'm sorry, Julia. I didn't mean it."

"Fuck you!" she hissed viciously. "Get out of my sight! Go and

get yourself some whore to fuck tonight, because you're not

having me!"

"Look I've said I'm sorry. Now just come home quietly and

we'll forget it." But Julia wasn't having any. She suddenly

saw she had the chance of being fucked out of her mind by nine

horny young soldiers and she wasn't going to miss it.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. So just fuck off and leave

me alone or I'll tell these soldiers what you did to me."

Henry knew it was useless. Reluctantly he walked to the car

and after a last attempt at reconciliation he drove off...