Julia’s love game at tennis

The Innbury public tennis courts sat under a hill on which
were woodland walks and picnic places, popular in the summer
with couples looking for a place to copulate. Wilson and his
pal Fred were in Innbury on holiday and they often left canned
beer in a stream up on the hill to cool while they played.
They also liked to sit on the sidelines and watch the local
girls. They were good-looking lads and the girls were well
aware that they were watching for a glimpse under their short
skirts when they served.

One afternoon the boys were on the sidelines when Julia was
playing with her girl friend Sheila. She glanced often at them
with a knowing smile and let them see a lot of her pretty
little knickers to stimulate their interest. When they were
finished the boys chatted them up. “We’ve got some beers
cooling up the hill. Why don’t you come up and join us?”
Sheila had to go home but Julia had no objection to being
alone with two such sexy boys. She didn’t like beer but there
were other things she could do with them…

Up the hill beside the stream Julia lay back on the grass in
the sun watching the boys as they drank their beers and giving
them another view of her panties. They hadn’t yet made an open
pass at her and she began to wonder if they would. Then
Wilson, who was sitting with his legs drawn up and his racket
handle between his knees opened his thighs slightly and
looking straight into her eyes, began to stroke the handle
slowly up and down in an unmistakably suggestive manner.

Julia’s eyes grew hot and heavy as she watched him and her
body began to move subtly, restlessly on the grass. Picking up
her own racket casually she began to rub the handle lazily
against her leg. Wilson watched her and slowly slid his hand
into his groin. His racket slipped to the ground as he opened
his thighs and ran his fingers over the lump in his white
tennis shorts.

His pal did not become aware of what was going on until Julia
with quickening breath ran the handle up her thigh and flipped
the flaps of her little white skirt aside, fully exposing her
thin embroidered panties, on which there was already a dark
moist patch. She laughed softly as both boys watched her and
touched themselves.

But soon she was too aroused to smile. Panting audibly now she
began to rub the handle up and down her slot through her
panties. Wilson flushed and, unzipping his pants, pulled out
his erection. Julia twisted voluptuously as he began to
masturbate at her. She watched him for a bit, moaning softly,
then turned hot liquid eyes to his pal. She left no doubt in
the look she gave him that she wanted him to do the same.

When they were both masturbating she slowly pulled the crotch
of her knickers to one side with her left hand exposing the
softly gaping lips of her slit. Slowly and deliberately she
brought the butt of the handle against them then slowly she
twisted it between them, her hips squirming as she forced the
thick leather grip into her cunt.

“Jesus!” said one of the boys, pumping his hand faster up and
down his stiff prick. With a sob Julia spread her legs wide
and clutching the racket handle with both hands, she began to
fuck herself with it. Wilson fell on his knees beside her head
intending to reach down and take it from her but she shook her
head and looking at his prick jerking near her face she let
her soft slack mouth fall open. Again there was no mistaking
what she wanted and Wilson shuffled forward on his knees on
the grass till his cock was within reach of her mouth. With a
whimper of desire she lifted her head, throat taut as she
strained to reach him, and engulfed his knob with a quick
twisting motion.

“Christ!” Wilson moaned as he slipped a hand under her soft
dark hair to support her head. Feeling the tension in her
throat relax, he slid his cock as far as it would go into her
open gullet.