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Finding a Jewel

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The typical company Christmas party. Rented out the trendy restaurant downtown. Paid insane amounts of money to do so. Unlimited food, excellent food mind you. Free drinks. Sounds fun? Not tonight. Not for me.

My father works for a successful law firm. Made partner not too long ago. He makes, oh, I’ll just say that our family has never wanted. It was his firm’s party.

So here I was surrounded by the families of law-money privilege. So like my own wonderful family, just subtle little variations. The prospects of enjoying myself in this scene were pretty grim. Best to just kick back a few bourbons.

I am twenty two, just over six feet tall, and in that excellent physical condition only afforded to the rich. I work out daily. What the fuck else is there to do? I recently graduated with a degree in literature; the law bit never holding much allure. I’m jobless, but far from penniless. No job, but now I can talk intelligently about Hemmingway or Faulkner. And most of these lawyers, their wives and husbands, love to trot out a few literary critiques, especially at these functions, proving the existence of their inner sophisticate. I mean, these are educated people. Most of them are accomplished schmoozers. They all bullshit for a living. The conversations, though tending to be filled with the aforementioned bullshit, were always interesting. But after a few years of these parties, you realize they just repeat themselves. Nothing new to say. Tonight I just couldn’t deal.

My father was engaged with some other of the partners. Mother the same. Very typical. It would be easy to slip into a nice drunk and catch a cab the hell out of here. Never would have come here but it is sort of a mandatory attendance thing. A show of family solidarity. All that shit. So there were a few people my age around. Even a few interesting looking girls. Maybe after the bourbons I thought.

And then I saw my twenty year old bitch sister promenading across the restaurant, one of her friends in tow. This exchange was inevitable, would have preferred to do it drunk, but hey.

“Why Madeline, how are you this most lovely of evenings?”

“Cut the shit Johnny. I need you to take Jules home. I’m leaving.”

“Oh, off to fuck the wait staff already? But it’s not even eight o’clock. I thought you didn’t turn into a whore until midnight. And abandoning your young friend no less. For shame sister.”

Breaking off this exchange, I looked to the friend. Jules. Jesus, Jules. My sister’s childhood friend. Hadn’t seen her in four years. A product of avoiding my sister I suppose.

Jules. She was…sexy. Just over five foot, firm round breasts. Blonde hair, just past shoulder length. Heels. Little black skirt. God, she looked fun. I used to babysit her and my sister. Jesus.

“Oh, remember Jules now Johnny? Try not to drool you fucking derelict.”

Ignoring my sister I stared right at Jules. She shot me a big smile. “Johnny Tyler,” she said, “you look absolutely wonderful. It’s been far too long.” The mock cordial greeting. Her smile was turning to that devious little grin that I love on a girl.

“And Jules McCarthy, my how you’ve grown. Such pleasant surprises.”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” my sister said, “Jules, I’ll see you tomorrow. Johnny, drive her home, now.”

“Jules my sister says you need a ride home. Is that true?”

“I’m afraid so. If you would be a gentleman…”

“Absolutely. Shall we?” I extended my hand.

My sister shot me one last wilting glare before turning and leaving.


I led her past the lawyers, out to my car, unlocking the door and seeing her seated. Then I got in, turned the ignition and drove. Fast.

A few boring pleasantries were exchanged before we returned to our little flirting game.

“So why the rush to get home Jules?”

“Well, your sister wanted to fuck one of the waiters.”

I laughed. An appropriate laugh, unforced, but not too loud. Keeping cool.

She paused then said, “You know Johnny, I always loved when you babysat me.”

“Really Jules? Why’s that?”

“Because I had the biggest crush on you.”

“I never knew.”

“Why would you? I was just your sister’s little friend.”

Oh god Jules. If you only knew. She had been the subject of my wildest fuck fantasies throughout high school. She had that kind of body that sometimes comes a little too early to girls. Thirteen years old, huge tits. I had an age inappropriate crush on her since I was sixteen and she fourteen. Now I was driving her home. No longer inappropriate. She was telling me about her adolescent crush on me and the idea that I might soon by fucking Jules McCarthy began to percolate in my head. Okay, one, two, three.

“Jules, this may sound like bullshit, but I’ve always thought you were gorgeous. You say why would I know about your crush, like I never noticed you. But I noticed. You were a beautiful girl and now you are an exquisite woman.” I held my breath. Preparing for the shut down. Basically, ‘Look, Johnny, you’re nice, but we’re not going to fuck.’

But then she said, “Mmm. Johnny. Since my parents are out, I think that after you drop me off, I’d like you to come in the house and fuck me.” Simple and eloquent.

Sweet Jesus. Jules McCarthy.

“Turn left here,” she said. I obliged.

I looped the car around and parked along the front drive, a little short of the entrance, anticipation building. Almost before I stopped she was out the door, giddy, skipping along toward the front door. I’d never been over here before. Her parent’s house was palatial. A rounded stair spilled out from a huge double door onto the front walk. The walk, as well as the stairs, was made of some ornate looking stone. Not marble, but one of those. Costly I’m sure. It was illuminated by some craftily hidden lights. Maybe it was by design, or maybe it was because my brain was basking in that delightful knowledge of impending orgasm, but the path was practically shining, a clear invitation. I got out of the car and followed her just as she slipped inside the house.

The front doors were carelessly flung open. I stopped in the doorway and took in the entryway. To the left a grand staircase lazily spiraled toward a second floor. Hallways left the entrance to each side and another went past the stairs into the interior of the house. A light at the far ends of each hall dimly lit the entryway. The floor seemed to be made of the same stone as the front stairs and path, but different. A slight change in hue or sheen. I couldn’t tell. I was almost intoxicated drinking in the affluence and artistry of the entryway. I stepped forward, anxious to resume my pursuit, and with my first step I almost tripped. Her shirt was in a tight little pile at my feet. I looked up and saw my little blonde angel, looking back at me from the hallway directly ahead. Smirking, mischievous. Shirtless. I had to restrain myself from running to her, taking her right on the floor. Had to remind myself that slowness is pleasure. I let that tingle of anticipation build as we locked eyes across the hall. I was more than content to let her play out her little game. Smiling, she turned from me and proceeded down the hall. I followed. The front doors were wide open.

I set out behind her matching her languid, lascivious pace. Her heels against the floor created a hypnotic rhythm. Her bra went next. She playfully twirled it over her head and then tossed it arbitrarily. I was completely entranced. Sauntering down the hall, hips rocking back and forth, a naughty little pendulum, she reached backward and slowly ran her hands from her skirt clad ass up her bare back. Reaching up her back as far as she could, she then spread her arms outward and stopped walking. She turned around, a little pirouette, and promptly slid her skirt to her feet, a slight little bend in the knees, and then she was kicking it at me with the tip of her heeled shoe. Her lithe twenty year old body absolutely radiant in the dim light. Tan, taut, blonde hair just tickling the tops of her breasts. Narrow strip of blonde hair leading to the vertical smile, otherwise completely shaven. The same little smirk on her face. Completely in control. My own personal angel.

I stood, looking at the body I was soon to enjoy, trying to maintain a modicum of cool, worried that my jaw was slack, I was shaking, or something worse. Worried that any slight thing might upset some imaginary balance, break some spell, keep me from touching her. I also wanted her to know that I was the one in control here. Jules’ smirk told me that she knew better. Incredible poise. So sexy. She ran her hand from her legs to her breasts, moaned a little, a purr. Jesus, she’s purring for me. I took a breath, seemed like my first one in minutes and began to think for a moment. For the first time since walking in the house, I was conscious of what was happening. My cock was solid, straining against my pants. Hadn’t even noticed. Not surprising at all though. And who was this little tease, so confident, leading me into her parent’s house, the house in which she was raised? Was this the same girl I watched grow up alongside my sister? Did it matter? Wherever she was leading me I was only too happy to follow.

We continued walking, passing closed doors, the light at the end of the hall getting brighter, framing her perfect body with an angelic glow. She passed the doorway and the shadow receded from her back, crawling from the top of her ass, to her hair, to gone, revealing the mole on her left cheek, the slight indent at the small of her back, the light freckling on her shoulders, the traces of auburn in her hair. I discovered this girl of my childhood anew.

I stepped into the room and she turned. Still wearing that little grin. A smile and nothing else. Determined to drive me out of my mind. She finally spoke. “So now that I’ve got you here, I’m not sure I know what to do with you.” Lies. But keep lying to me. “I guess you’re just going to have to do whatever you want,” pausing, drawing it out, “to me.”

I stepped toward her, slowly, eyes locked, careful to play this game to its conclusion. I reached up and cupped her chin with my hand, slightly lifting, inspecting my nymph. “Take off my clothes.”

She quickly reached for the top button of my shirt, forgetting the rules she had set. I caught her by the wrist. She drew her breath in slightly, almost a gasp. Never breaking that smile. Still holding her wrist I said, “Take my clothes off, but when you do it, do it slow.”

The corners of her mouth begin to rise slightly then drop, her smile fluttering, teeth flashing. Was the waiting breaking her down too? The anticipation was almost cruel, but we knew that each delayed gesture, each additional moment pushed the inevitable crescendo to a greater height.

She returned her hand to my chest, a slow arching movement, walking her fingers up to the top button. Her other hand joined there and one button at a time she removed my shirt, finally casting it behind us. Next she bent at both knees, dropping her face level with my painfully hard cock and went to work on my belt. Undoing the clasp, applying steady pressure, she slid the belt from its loops. Freeing it, she stood and cocked her arm as if to throw the belt. I made a slight halting gesture toward her arm and said, “Let’s keep that close. You never know what one might need at a moment’s notice.”

Where were these words coming from? I didn’t recognize them coming from my own mouth. I would never have dared a statement like that with another girl, especially the Jules I knew, or thought I knew, but it was like we were two different people.

Hearing my words, her grin widened. Knowing and wanting. Good. Now I would have to back up my implicit promise. Thinking of exactly how to later employ my leather belt, Jules had already returned to my lower half. She started with my shoes, deftly untying, one then the other. I lifted my feet, one at a time, allowing her to remove the shoes. The same with the socks. Still squatting in front of me, she reached up to my chest and ran her hands to the top of my pants. I almost wanted her to never reach my waist. One perpetual motion, drawing ever closer, but never reaching the destination. But the delay was too long now. I started to think about cumming in her mouth.

Jules was sliding my pants down my legs. I lifted my legs, alternating, and she slid the pants free. Rising, she returned to face my straining cock. Just a thin layer of boxer shorts separating me from that little smirk. She blew out warm air and I moaned softly. Now she raised her hand, starting at the top of my cock sort of absently rubbing the length and returning to the top. She looked up and held my eyes. Her smile was growing. I think my moan had encouraged her. Now she was determined to break me, have me rip off the shorts and plunge my cock into her throat. Just a moment longer Jules.

At my breaking point, she saved me, sliding my boxers down my legs, letting them rest at my feet. Finally my cock was freed, springing upward, a proud triumphant bastard, caged no longer. Jules gripped the base and slowly inserted the head of my cock into her mouth. The head, nothing more. I wanted to pour gallons of cum down her throat. Restraint was nearly all gone. The lips of a little blonde angel wrapped around the head of my cock. I moaned, my knees buckled slightly, she pulled back and smiled at me. “Mmmm,” she said, “Tastes nice.”

The tease. All right Jules, you win. “Just suck my cock,” I said.

Still looking right in my eyes, she said, “Is that what you want?”

“Honey, what else could I want?”

Her smile grew, she broke eyes, opened her mouth and slid my cock past her perfect lips. Tight and wet, her lips gripped the shaft of my cock, slowly admitting me further into her mouth. Soon the head hit the back of her throat, leaving half my cock exposed to the air. She rocked her head back and forth, so slowly, dragging her lips across my shaft, now using her tongue to tease that delicate underside. Where did she learn? No, don’t even think about that. Be here and now I told myself.

She must have known how close I was. She slowed further, if that was even possible. It just seemed like she was holding my cock in her mouth, tonguing lightly, except that slight drag of her lips, back and forth. I focused on the sensations and the need to cum seemed to fade. Backing her mouth to the head of my cock, she paused and tongued all around. Lapping, just using the tip of her tongue, incredible. Slowly, audibly, she let the head pop from her mouth. She had not looked up since she took my cock in her mouth for the second time. Now I wanted to see her eyes. See there that same teasing confidence she had shown me so many times already. Just look up Jules. And then she did.

The smile was back. A goddess. In complete control, manipulating me through my cock. Just keep going I thought. And then she did.

Jules gripped the base of my shaft as her tongue shot out from her mouth, lapping at my balls. She started underneath and licked all around, broad wet licks on each of my balls. Then she took one in her mouth, gently at first, then firmer, sucking, applying pressure. She was still looking right into my eyes. Then one of her hands crept downward, between her legs and started moving back and forth. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. Maybe she was just rubbing up and down her slit, a few fingers. Maybe she was circling her clit, gentle rubs to warm and wet herself. Maybe her fingers were inserted, working back and forth. Not knowing made it better, imagination taking over.

Her mouth returned to my shaft, no slowness now, plunging my head against the opening of her throat. Her hand reached behind me and gripped my ass tightly. Slowly she started pressing her head forward. Her throat was opening and my cock was sliding further. The remaining inches entered her mouth, greeted by her lips and tongue, all the while she gripped my ass tighter, pulling with her arms, pushing with her head. Then my balls came to rest against her little chin. I put my hand on the back of her head and moaned without restraint.

Jules held me there for a moment, adjusting to the girth and length, and then amazingly started to slide her lips back and forth on my shaft. I wouldn’t last long like this and increased my moaning, cluing her to my condition. She increased the pace of her head and then sped her lower hand to match. Soon she was whimpering, muffled little squeals against the cock filling her mouth. But I didn’t want to cum yet. Abruptly I stopped her. She looked up, pre-cum falling from her lips, still smiling.

There was a long, deep couch with a chaise lounge extending from one end, inviting us to its cushions. I motioned her to her feet and taking her hand, led her to the lounge. I laid her five foot frame across the lounge, stomach down, her breasts pressed up, hair spilling down the sides of her neck, her back completely bare, legs slightly spread, black heels pointed upward with the slight bend in her knees. I walked in front of her face and knelt in front of her, one knee down, my other leg up. I fed my length back into her mouth and sighed when her wet lips enveloped my cock once again. I placed my hands on her cheeks and began to pump my cock slowly in and out of her mouth. Removing my hands from her face, I leaned forward and placed my hand between her spread legs. My fingers found wetness, moisture running down the side of her thigh. My god, I was fucking her face and she loved it.

I worked my fingers further up her thigh, and soon found what I was looking for. I traced down the slit, searching for her clitoris. A moan against my cock told me I had found it. Using the tips of my fingers I traced around her clit, stroking over the top, sides, pressing harder, moving faster. I slipped a finger into her cunt, rubbing her clit faster. Her moaning increased. The vibrations of her muffled cries were putting me over the top. I fucked into her mouth harder, deeper, still not neglecting her clit. And then she was screaming, her legs quivering, little spasms running up my hand as her pussy clamped on my finger. Her orgasm subsided, but I kept at her, almost attacking her clit with two fingers. Then I shouted out, voice ragged, hurried, “Grab your heels!”

She complied immediately. Her body was now straining at both ends, bent like an oval, bringing her head up, allowing me to push my cock deeper. My orgasm boiled, rising through my shaft. I grabbed her head, burying my cock in her throat and began pumping cum into her sweet mouth. I threw my head back and howled. All went black.

She was straddling my chest, running the back of her hand against my cheek. “You were screaming. You fell backward.”

“How long was I out?”

“Only a moment. You sounded crazed. Like…I guess I’ve never seen someone cum like that. Must have been good.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to show me.”

I reached up and stroked her cheek. She slid back until she was straddling my stomach. I was at once aware of her dripping cunt, rubbing the length of my torso. She leaned forward and our mouths met. Her lips, so soft, pressed against mine. Her tongue, so wet, danced against mine. She began to pull back, but hesitated, her lower lip dragging up across my mouth, our mingled saliva forming the barest thread between her lips and mine. She drew back again, her face hovering over me, the smirk had returned. God, she was too good to be true. Her hips shifted, sliding her sopping pussy over my stomach. “How does your cunt taste?” I asked.

Wordless. Eyes locked, she began to inch her body up mine. I reached up and grabbed her breasts. Hard. She gasped. I rolled her nipples in my fingers. She moaned. Her cunt was tantalizingly close to my mouth. I strained my head forward licked, along her thigh. Then she settled over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, rigid, straight, and penetrated her depths. How did it taste? How does heaven taste?

I let my tongue stay inside her as she flooded my face. Her scent filled my nostrils. Slowly I began to lick the length of her slit, carefully avoiding her clit, drinking her in. But Jules wanted more. She ground her hips down, rubbing her clit on me. She began to whimper, little cries building in her throat, just escaping. I continued my back and forth licking, long and slow, pinched her nipples hard. She cried out. Her grinding intensified and my face began to hurt. I moved my hands from her breasts to her ass, squeezed hard and lifted her little pixie frame from my face, leaving only my tongue in contact with her dripping pussy. I broke contact, just briefly. “Turn,” I said, and returned to the sweet folds of her cunt.

With her legs under her, she spun around my tongue, it barely having left the folds of her perfect cunt. Spun completely, she settled back down on my face, her juice again coating my lips, mouth. She sat completely erect, taking her breasts in her hands, kneading, rolling, pinching. I reached my tongue toward her clit and began to lick. She moaned long and deep. I continued running my tongue along her clit, tracing out the shapes of letters, words. Jules. Cunt. Cum.

I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed. She moaned appreciatively. She grabbed my spent cock and it twitched, coming back to life under her ministration. She leaned down and licked my shaft before taking my hardening cock into her mouth. The effect was immediate, my cock growing in her mouth, soon pressing against her throat. I renewed my efforts on her clit. Rapid flicks of my tongue, then slow broad licks. That wonderful sound of muffled moaning against my cock.

Her work on my cock was getting more insistent. I knew her orgasm must be close. I licked the length of her sultry, steaming pussy, collecting all the juice I could and then returned to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. It trembled as I held it fast in my mouth, sucking in, pressing harder with my lips. I inserted a finger, sliding in with ease, then another, and rocked them back and forth, speed increasing. She pulled upward, leaving my cock, and shrieked. With the tip of my tongue, I flicked back and forth, and was rewarded with gushing nectar, running down my cheeks, filling my mouth. Jules screamed, grabbing her breasts roughly, throwing her head back with abandon, surrendering to her orgasm. I kept her clit in my mouth, licking faster and faster. She leaned forward and grabbed my thighs, squeezing hard, her voice still crying out, worn and ragged. She dug her nails in, and cried, “Enough!” and I relinquished, her moans fading now to a dirge as her orgasm departed and died.

She fell forward, panting. “Jesus,” she said, “That was…mmmm. I think I want another.”

“Soon,” I said, thinking now of my hardened cock and the sweet velvety slit I had yet to penetrate. “First, this.” I slid sideways from the lounge, shifting her prone body off mine, and stood above her spent body, her breaths still coming hard. I wiped her cum from my cheeks and licked a finger. My sweet Jules. I bent down and placed my two of my fingers on her lips. She licked out casually, sampling my offering, before taking my fingers completely into her mouth. Wanton and wicked, my little angel. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and she followed my withdrawing hand, and rising to her knees she stopped at my waist and returned to my cock. She ran her tongue up my balls and then took the head into her mouth, happily licking. I ran my hand through her hair. Sucking my cock without a thought. Selfless, obliging. But other activities now. I stepped backward, leaving her straining forward, vainly trying to keep my cock in her mouth. “You have a greedy little mouth,” I said, “You shouldn’t be so selfish.” Teasing her a little.

“Ohhh,” she said, “I think you’re right. I have been a selfish little girl. I guess no more cock in my mouth tonight.”

“You really shouldn’t make threats that you can’t back up. It could get you into trouble.”

“Maybe I want to be punished.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that.”

She put on a show of pouting, then running her hands through her hair, flicking outward, coyly turning from me. I needed her now. “Knees and elbows.”

“What?” she said, drawing the syllable out, her hands gripping her opposite shoulders, arms across her breasts, effecting the shy little innocent we both new she wasn’t.

“On your knees. On your elbows.”

She slowly backed down the lounge, her arms still crossed in front. Then, feline grace, she slipped down to her stomach, stretching her little torso out as long as possible. A vision. I began walking to the foot of the lounge as she began arching her back, pure seduction, rising up to her elbows, hands splayed in front. Her face was just inches from the lounge, the arch of her back perfectly presenting her tight ass. I stepped behind her, gazing down on the little heart shape staring back at me. One quick taste. I bent and licked from her inner thigh to her cunt. She giggled, backing her cunt onto my tongue. I rose up and grabbed a hold of those two idyllic spheres, barely finding purchase on her firm flesh. Her skin reddened under my clutching hands. Little dimples forming below my fingers. I wanted to squeeze tighter and tighter, but the need to fill her cunt was paramount. Slowly, I pressed my cock against her outer lips. Stroking upward I pushed forward, my cock finally entering into the girl of my childhood fantasies.

She moaned, low, long, as I pushed further into her tight, velvety cunt. I gasped when finally, my balls came to rest against her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I told her, realizing how true that was.

“Oh god, me too. Your big fucking cock filling my pussy.” We paused for a moment, she tightened around my shaft, flooding me with pleasure. Then she said, “Now fuck me.”

Long slow strokes built into that timeless rhythm. Faster, insistent, seeking release. It was like filling a silken glove. A perfect fit. The sound of her juicy cunt, our thighs crashing together. I could smell her cum that still lingered on my lips. It pushed me harder. I brought my foot onto the lounge, leg bent alongside hers. She started to moan as I increased the pace, thundering into her sweet little pussy. She rose from her elbows, tossing her head back, her hair cascading toward me. My wanton goddess, riding that transcendent moment of expectancy that yields to complete and wonderful release. I reached for her hair, twirling my hand through it, gripping and yanking back. She cried out, a hint of pain. I lifted my other hand and smacked across that perfect ass, a resounding clash of flesh on flesh, harmonizing with our crashing thighs. She cried out. I smacked her again. Another cry. My hand flying freely, turning that taut ass red, her cries melded into one drawn out guttural rasp. Her hand flew between her legs, furiously stroking her deprived clit. Her knees bent, her head dropped and she screamed. Would I ever again see an orgasm so violent, so strong?

With great difficulty I eased my pace, bringing her down from the heights of her orgasm. There was a glistening sheen on her back. I pulled out and she whimpered as my cock left her dripping cunt.

I eased her down to her stomach and then gently turned her wilted frame to her back. I removed her shoes, tossing them arbitrarily. I leaned in and kissed her full and hard. She responded, my tongue bringing her out of her orgasmic coma. I reached to her breast and gently rolled her nipple. She pulled from my mouth and said, “Suck my nipples.” That taunting little smile had returned, and with it, her control and insistence.

Greedily I suckled her right breast, my hand reaching slowly between her thighs, preparing to spread her legs. She stretched and moaned. I quested further reaching her knee and began pulling it to the side. She obliged, spreading her legs. I traced up her thigh, following a trail of drying cum straight to her cunt. Lightly rubbing the length of her slit, I shifted my mouth to her other breast. She had reached between my legs and was absently stroking the length of my cock, keeping me hard while enjoying my mouth on her erect nipples. But soon, I again needed to be immersed in the confines of her silky pussy. I stood, leaving her wet nipples standing proudly, and walked again to the foot of the lounge. I grabbed by her feet and pulled her lithe frame the length of the lounge, leaving her feet dangling, her ass resting just on the precipice. I reached between her thighs and slowly spread her legs. I stepped between her and began lowering my cock to the silky folds below. Our eyes locked as I penetrated her, her nymph’s grin not leaving her face for a moment. Her cunt was drenched and I easily slipped back into that gripping little hole. She was moaning again, exactly what I wanted to hear. I slowly fucked into her, while reaching forward and beginning to massage her clit. It quickly stood erect and Jules began to slip into yet another orgasm. I continued the languid rhythm with my cock, but intensified my fingers on her clit. She closed her eyes. And her smile grew. She gave a little cry, a slight orgasm rippling through her body as she reached for my hand, gripping my wrist and pulling me away.

“Too much…” she purred. I humored her for the moment, reaching instead for her left breast. I kneaded and began to quicken my assault on her cunt. She began to moan appreciatively, and then said, “Fuck me hard. And this time cum in me.”

Her words were hypnotic, commanding, and I quickened, my balls now slapping against her ass. I tightened my grip on her breast, before slipping my hand to her leg, my other hand finding the opposite leg. I scooped her legs and bending down, placed her knees over my shoulders. I found my cock plunging even deeper, filling out the sweet tightness of my little angel’s pussy. That eternal, blissful sensation began rolling up through my balls. Orgasm was coming.

Jules called to me, urging me on. “Oh god, fuck me. Fill me with your cum. Fuck my little pussy.” Degenerating into the word ‘Fuck’ pouring out of her mouth in time with my thrusts. Her words had melted through my brain, eradicating any semblance of logic, focusing me on the only thing that made sense, fucking this beautiful girl. She began to cry out, not as loud as before, but an unmistakable orgasm gripping her body. She pulled her feet from behind my shoulders and placed them against my chest, bent inward, her knees bent back against her breasts. The force of her orgasm left her kicking out against me and I almost slipped from her sopping cunt. Regaining purchase, I grabbed each of her wrists and began pulling back against her. Her pressing on my chest intensified and I pulled back harder against her slight little wrists. The pressure was making me lose my mind. I fucked into her recklessly, pulling her whole body by the arms and thrusting my hips. The orgasm that had been building began spilling out of my cock, ropes of semen lashing the inside of her pussy. Amazingly, Jules began to cum again, a howl of pleasure mixing with my own cries. My balls emptied. Jules was panting, temporarily sated, I collapsed forward onto her. As I laid on her supine body, I kissed along her glistening neck, nibbling slightly. Her eyes were closed. Her mischievous smile again gracing that angelic face. “I like the way you fuck,” she said.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, not even really aware of what I was saying. “Goddess,” other lavish praise pouring out, my brain a post orgasmic scramble. Complete awe of the beauty below me.

She began to pull out from under me. I flopped to the side, letting her slide up to the couch, leaving me prone on the lounge. I trailed my hand down her back, grazing her ass as she moved from me. She stood and began walking away from me. Don’t leave. Need to worship that body again and again. She turned back and smiled again at me, melting me back into the curve of the lounge, and then she walked out the door.

Taking stock for a moment, I glanced around the room. Elaborate furniture, opulent decoration. Wealth evident in every facet of my surroundings. I grew up with the finest in material trappings, but nothing like this. Jesus, I thought. What if her parents come home? Her clothes strewn down the hall. The front doors open. Obviously hadn’t happed yet. Hadn’t found me with my cock in their daughter’s mouth or any other similar pose. Time to clean up. Renewed with a sense of urgency, not bothering to dress, I scooped my clothes and ran down the hall, gathering her clothes as I went. Closing the doors, my thoughts again turned to Jules.

Where had she gone? A noise from upstairs and then a Siren’s call. “Johnny, I need your cock.” Who could refuse? I began to ascend, when again she called out, “Come to bed Johnny. I’m waiting.” Insistent but also that teasing undertone, one of someone who knows they’ll ultimately get what they want

I reached the top and followed her voice down the dark hallway. “Johnny,” she called, drawing my name out across her tongue. A trance was setting in. Passing doors, oblivious to all but her voice. The third door, ajar, dim light trickling out. She must have heard me. “Come in Johnny.”

I opened the door and a grin spread out across my face. Jules, my angel slut, a wanton goddess, so slight but so powerful. Still naked. Her lithe little body, lasciviously snaked across a huge four post bed. Her bedroom I realized. Girly traces evident. The little things that made it Jules’ home. I realized I was still holding all our clothes. Must have looked pretty stupid. I met her eyes across the room. She grinned at me with the clothes, getting the upper hand yet again.

“Did you bring me a present?”

“No, just a little clean up,” I said stupidly.

“Oh? Did someone make a mess?” Such a little tease. She writhed around, stretching out, undulating so slowly. I was getting hard again, watching her little show.

“Oh, you did bring me a present,” eyeing my growing cock.

“Who says it’s for you?” I countered. Tossing the clothes to the foot of the bed. Approaching slowly.

Gasping, miming shock, playful anger, “Oh, do you want to me to beg?” she asked, surrendering her advantage, telling me implicitly that she wanted to beg.

“Well, yeah. If you want this,” gesturing to my fully erect cock, “you’re going to have to ask nicely.” I stepped around the side of the bed, still looking at her eyes, forcing her to turn and look at me.

“Please Johnny. Let me play with your cock.”

I crawled up onto her bed, standing on my knees. “I think you can do better than that.”

She came up on her hands and knees, crawling to me, so slow. Still looking me right in the eyes. “Please, please, Johnny. Please fuck me with your big cock. I want your cock to fill my tight wet cunt while you slap my little ass. I want you to fuck me senseless and then cum on my face. I’m such a slut for your fucking cock. Please Johnny.”

Jesus. Such a dirty little mouth. Such dirty words coming from that perfect little smile. But it was just another little game to play with my filthy angel. “Mmm, I still don’t know if I believe you. In fact, if you want me to fuck you, then I think you are going to have to prove that you deserve it. Suck my cock.”

She continued her slow crawl toward me, inching closer to my cock. God that smile. Close enough now, she leaned in and licked me from base to tip. Again, the other side of my shaft. Again, and faster. Like a fucking popsicle. My cock was so eager now for her warm little mouth. But she wasn’t letting up, leaving my shaft to bathe my hanging balls with her agile tongue. I momentarily moved my eyes from the little blonde angel licking my balls, rolling my head back and closing my eyes, reveling in the pleasure she was giving me. I sighed deeply and then looked back down. She moved lower, licking my perineum. Broad strokes mixing with quick licks with the tip of her tongue. My body flooded with pleasure. She gave my balls one last caress with her tongue before moving back up to my cock. She blew across my wet shaft, a tremor running up my spine. Finally she opened her mouth and those perfect lips were once again wrapped around my cock.

Her tongue was rapidly tracing around my head, teasing the sensitive underside. It was more insistent this time. Maybe she was anxious to get to the climactic bedroom fuck. To play out the scene of our adolescent fantasies. But I had told her she had to earn it, so my cock stayed in her mouth.

She began sliding her lips down my shaft until I brushed the back of her throat. Sliding her mouth back and then returning. Now her hands were clutching my ass, her mouth bobbing even faster, still denying me her throat. I had already cum twice tonight. No danger of cumming again so fast. Free to enjoy her talented little mouth.

And then she was ready. Bringing the head of my cock against the opening of her throat, she paused and then slid so devilishly slow until again the entirety of my cock was in her perfect wet mouth. Her hands were still on my ass and she began to pull. Like she wanted more cock in her mouth. Insatiable. Then, without warning, she started to pump wildly on my cock, my balls slapping her chin with each plunge of her mouth. My breathing turned to moans, spurring my angel on. Incredible.

A minute must have passed. No slowing. Her breaths passing evenly, almost silently, through her nose. Completely at ease with my cock invading her throat. Determined to suck the cum out of me again. But there were other plans.

I reached to her head and firmly held her in place, her lips on the base of my cock. A moment more and I released her, cum and saliva trailing from her mouth to my cock before breaking and falling to the bed. The finale of the best cock sucking I had ever received.

“Now you get fucked.”

“Good,” she said, “now do it hard.” Both of us were grinning big. The hard way. Jules’ way. I could only oblige.

I grabbed her shoulders and threw her to the bed. She mock gasped, raising her hands above her head, rubbing her bents legs together. Writhing in anticipation. I stepped back off the bed making my way to the clothes I had left at the foot, seeking the belt I had promised her earlier. I picked up my simple black belt, doubled it over, grasping both ends. She watched intently. Still smiling. I bent the belt inward and then quickly jerked it taut, the crack of leather filling the silent room. She cried out. Like a moan of pleasure. She wanted the belt. But I did not want to bring it against her perfect skin. Just bind her.

I again mounted the bed and made my way to her outstretched arms. My cock passed her mouth and her greedy tongue reached out to greet it. I brought her slight little wrists together and began to wrap the belt. Once around her and again around the post of her bed. A little figure eight, then a knot. Bound to her childhood bed, ready to be fucked. She pulled against her bond, testing her freedom. She was held fast. She whimpered, but soon the wicked little smile returned. Ready to begin. I moved down her body, bypassing her face, bending to take her little nipples in my mouth, one at a time, pinching with my lips, rough. She cried out. I silenced her cry with a deep kiss, delving her mouth, the faint taste of my cum on her lips. Unexpected. Not unpleasant. I kissed deeply.

I broke from her lips, and moved to the lobe of her ear, licking, teasing. I swept my tongue across her ear. She moaned, straining against the belt, coming up on her feet, her back leaving the bed. Once more and then I moved to her legs. I parted her at her knees, and licked her inner thighs. She wiggled, my teasing getting to her, impatient for my cock to part the lips of her pussy. So soon Jules. I continued my circuit of licking her thighs, now including her labia, careful to avoid her clit.

She broke the silence. “Stop teasing me. I need your cock.”

Not yet Jules. But I said nothing. I kept at her cunt, licking full length, then spearing her deep. I kept this pattern until I started to hear little whimpers.


Not yet. She didn’t need my cock, she just needed to cum. Something new for her. I stopped licking her cunt and slowly trailed my tongue to her little puckered asshole. I teased around her hairless little dark star, avoiding direct contact, determined to drive her wild.

“Oh fuck Johnny, lick my ass.”

Lightly, I began to sweep across her tight little hole. She shuddered, straining against the belt.

“Oh God.”

I licked broader, quicker, wetting that wrinkled little hole. She moaned, no words now. I began to penetrate Jules’ ass with my tongue. Just the thought and my cock was again straining. In and out, fucking her asshole with my tongue. A slight acrid taste, a great crinkled texture against my tongue. It was driving her wild, but she needed to cum.

I slipped my tongue back to her pussy and replacing it with my pinky against her wet asshole. I slipped inside, her ring stretching then contracting, gripping my finger. I rocked it back and forth, licking greedily at her sweet cunt. Now I again replaced my tongue with a finger, then two, and began fucking her wet velvety hole in time with the tight gripping cavern below. My fingers filling her up, I turned now to her clit, wasting no time, I drew it completely into my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned in time with my fingers, building, getting louder. She started slowly to arch her back, and then, slightly curling a finger in her cunt, she began bucking wildly against my hand. It was as if screams were being torn from her, ragged cries of pleasure. She drenched my hand, her cum running down my arm, coating my lips, my chin, my neck. I slowed my pace, pulling first from her asshole, winding down, I lifted my mouth from her clit, and gave her a few caresses with my thumb, her body, trembling slightly. Her moans, only just audible. Covered in sweat. Basking. Her body completely relaxed. Probably would have drifted to sleep except I kissed her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“When do I get fucked?”

Unbelievable. An insatiable angel.

“Right now.”

I lifted her limp legs, and again entered that perfect little cunt. She was completely relaxed so I slowly began to fuck her, sliding in and out of her wet velvet tunnel. Her sopping cunt was squishing loudly, coating my cock with her cum. Still relaxed, slight little purring sounds coming from her. I maintained our leisurely fuck.

After a few minutes, she seemed to be stirring, her eyes widening and her moans increasing.

And then: “Johnny, I want you to fuck my ass.”

Sweet fucking god. “Oh God Jules, of course. It’s exactly what I want.” Fucking the ass of the goddess. My own personal angel.

I pulled from her velvet treasure and began running my cock against the length, gathering as much moisture as possible. Satisfied, I bent and began to lick the tight little hole I would soon be fucking. No subtlety this time, just the lube of my tongue. I probed with my tongue, then with my finger, moistening the walls of her asshole. Ready. I looked up, meeting her eyes. The smile was back. The only signal I needed.

“Jules, this is going to be incredible.”

“Oh Johnny…”

I placed my cock against the entrance of her asshole and slowly began to push. She cried out. The pressure built and then the head was in, slipped past the tight little ring, now gripped by the walls of her ass. The first ass I had ever entered. I pressed on.

She continued to cry out, the sound of pain worrying me. Must have sensed my apprehension, she said, “Keep going.”

I reached up to her breasts, began rolling her nipples, adding sensation. Her whimpers of pain were changing to the moans of pleasure I had heard so many times already. Encouraged, I pressed further, my hilt nearing her stretched asshole. And then my balls brushed against her, I had filled her ass.

“Is it okay?”

“It hurts, but it’s good. Fuck me now, slowly, but when I tell you, fuck me hard.”

I began to ease back out of her ass, only to push back in, eliciting a moan each time I pressed in. Her ass clamped down so tight, almost impossible to move, but she began to loosen. My pace increased. She strained against the belt now, moans coming faster and louder.


I fucked harder, her ass swallowing my cock.


I was sawing into her ass, reaming her with each thrust, lifting her hips from the bed. She was screaming. She needed to cum. I left her swollen nipples and furiously rubbed her clit. The dam broke, her screams, now a hoarse moan.

How dirty was my angel? I pulled from her ass and moved up her body. Bringing my cock in front of her mouth. Not a word. Just swallowing what I gave her. Filthy sexy. Just a few moments and I needed to cum.

I pulled out of her mouth and moved up, straddling her face. I said, “Lick my asshole naughty Jules.” Her tongue darted out, licking up my perineum before finding the delicate opening of my ass. I sighed with pleasure, stroking my cock. I needed her cunt.

Jules still licking my ass, I began to unfasten the belt. Her hands sprung free and she immediately went to my cock, stroking the shaft. But I moved from her face, determined now for the big crescendo fuck. My cock was almost painful I needed to cum so badly. I needed it now. One last mind blowing orgasm, an image for my deathbed, the perfect fuck.

I turned Jules on to her stomach and told her, “Up on your knees.” She responded, rising up, backing against my cock, the folds of her cunt taunting my straining head. No ceremony. Just a full plunge to the hilt into that saturated cunt. She cried out as I crashed against her. I fucked harder. My brain yielding to instinct. Purely animalistic. I ravaged her body. I had now come up from my knees, and was squatting over her, thrusting down into her cunt, harder, harder. I don’t even know if she took pleasure. I clenched her hips, digging in, fucking with abandon. Thrusting so wildly I slipped from her cunt and speared her ass, never slowing in intensity. Vaguely aware of Jules screaming out. I saw the belt, couldn’t resist. I moved back to my knees, still in her ass, possessed, focused on the cum boiling deep in my balls. The kiss of leather she had wanted earlier she now got. I brought the belt down on her ass, a short quick stroke, unable to really strike her as I continued my frenetic fucking. Still, reddening that perfect heart shaped ass.

I pulled out of her loosened asshole and quickly plunged back into her cunt. Casting the belt aside, I pulled her up from her elbows and pressed her back to my stomach. Fucking straight up her. Savagely. I mauled her breasts and then reached to her hands, interlocking our fingers. I spread our arms wide apart, and slowed my stroke, fucking her hard, deep. Her legs quivered, cum flooded around my cock, dousing the bed. I was barely in control. A final stroke and all went black.

I woke. Face up. Jules lay partially atop me. She was toying with my hair. Satiated at last. I hoped.

“You’ve got to go. Parents wouldn’t like finding their only daughter getting fucked silly by the nice boy that used to babysit her.”

“When will they be back?”

“Soon. I don’t know. Soon. You should go.”

I stood and began to dress. Staring down at the perfect body, the blonde hair, wild and tossed. I had to say something.

“Jules, you were…I don’t know what to say. Amazing. Everything. It was the best fuck of my life. I don’t even want to say anything else, just…” Then I was with her, kissing her, maybe even loving her. My perfect little angel. Time passed. I broke the kiss.

She smiled sheepishly at me. “Jesus Johnny, it was the best. Just like I knew it would be. I’ll probably never get fucked like that again. And I don’t know if I want to. It was almost perfect.”

Now it was my turn to grin. “Anything is obtainable Jules, even perfection.” A pause and then I asked, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

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