The Sweet Jules

After a moment, we stopped, and she looked at me with a strange expression. She stood up and pulled me with her, then began to ditch the rest of her clothes. I followed suit, and she grabbed my hand. We moved into a strangely barren room. The floors were tiled, but the smell of fresh sanded wood filled my nostrils.

The walls were bare, and several workbenches were sitting around the room. There was a pale white light from the ceiling when she shut the door, and I looked up. There was a huge glass skylight, clear as day, and obviously new. I looked back to the strange plastic octagon on the floor. It had a weird shine to it, and I realised that it still had a thin plastic film on it.

There was a small control panel on the side of the octagon, and Jules lowered to her knees and pressed several buttons. I heard a pump and an electronic hum start up, and Jules turned back to me. "I'll be back in a minute," she whispered. There was a strange tint to her eyes, and she ducked back out the door.

I looked around the room and then up at the skylight. There was a thin sliver of white to the side, and I realised that it was the moon. I looked down to check the time, but my watch was still on the windowsill in the kitchen. I couldn't see much in the pale starlight, but I could make out two small red lights and a single orange light on the side of the octagon.

I could feel the cold tiles beneath my bare feet, and the fine dust of sanded timber. There was a strange looking fan cut into the sidewall, and I walked over to it. It lead straight out into the night air, and as the air touched my bare skin, I shivered.

My cock shrank against my thigh, and I closed my legs tightly and crossed my arms. The door opened and closed behind me again and I turned as Jules came in with her arms full. I went to help as she spread a small tarp down and set down two candles and a small stereo. She also had a beach towel with her.

The console on the octagon gave a small beep, and Jules came in close to me. Her fingertips grazed my hips and began to move in slowly. My cock gave a twitch, and my thighs began to tingle as I thickened up under her touch. She reached down and hit a button on the console, and the octagon began to move back.

I could hear bubbles and shook my head as I realised belatedly that the octagon was a spa. Jules plugged the small stereo in and turned the CD on. I didn't know the band, but they played soft rock while Jules lightly ran her fingertips over my balls and cock.

I was getting hard again and we slipped into the hot water. Jules crooked a finger at me as she sat on the other side of the tub, and I moved towards her through the bubbles. She bit her lip and her foot rose up, sliding onto my chest and stopping me.

I looked down at it and stared at the painted fingernails in the faint warm candlelight. My gaze shifted upwards, following the wet brown curves of silky leg until it disappeared below the bubbling water. My gaze lingered about where her pussy would be, then travelled upwards.

My eyes stopped on the bubbles barely obscuring the perfect breasts of this unbelievable woman, and my cock rose out of the hot water. Splashed water hit my chest, and my eyes lifted again, travelling a line up her neck and jaw to her lips. She was biting her lip again, and my cock gave a twitch.

Her shoulders were pressed against the edge of the spa and her arms were resting on the rim comfortably. I again went to move to her as she beckoned me with a crooked finger. I gave a low growl as her foot pressed hard against me, then began to move down.

I pushed against her, feeling her foot sliding down my chest, abbs and waist until finally it dipped below the water and pressed against my cock and balls. Her toes wiggled against the flesh of my sac, and a low groan slipped from me.

Her eyes held me, pure lust and desire in them, the aphrodisiac of control flowing through her as I whined at her. Her toes moved past me and cupped my balls on the top arch of her foot, her toes sliding up the curve of my ass. She pulled me towards her and her knee pressed against her chest as I came close.

I kissed her lightly, her knee keeping me from kissing her more fully, as I wanted to. Jules moved her foot against my balls, her ankle rubbing the skin on my cock as she moved her foot side to side. I closed my eyes and groaned.

I heard plastic rustle and opened my eyes as I braced myself against the side of tub. Jules had something in her hand, and her eyes looked up at me. "Give me your cock. I want to suck it." She said it so deliberately, knowing that the dirty words would make me hot and harder than before. It worked, and I rose up as her foot sunk down into the hot water again.

My cock lifted out of the water and Jules opened her mouth, trailing her tongue down my shaft. The hot water had made me slightly numb, and I was looking forwards to a long and pleasurable blowjob, but Jules knew too well what she was doing. My cock was leaking precum before a minute was out, and I shook my head ruefully.

Jules hands were running over my ass and balls, and I closed my eyes as I moved my hips back and forward. There was fresh lipstick on her full mouth, and it felt like hot silk against my skin. I could feel the tingling at the base of my spine, and my chest was pounding as my hips began to speed up.

Jules was watching as I neared my climax, and suddenly I felt her fingers inside my ass. I gave a yelp as I came, falling over her and holding myself up on the tiles. My hips were jerking, and Jules fingers pulled out of my ass as I gasped. I caught my breath as I moved back into the water and sank down beside her.

Jules leant down and rinsed her mouth out with the water from the spa, and then eased herself on top of me. I shook my head against her and kissed her. I didn't know how I felt about... I suddenly felt warm and feverish, and my cock spine felt like it was either being blasted with steam or liquid nitrogen. I looked at Jules, who was smiling knowingly.

"What was that?" She shrugged and ran her fingers down my chest and under the water. I could feel my heart speeding up and my cock was suddenly rock hard. Jules slid her hand down and cupped my cock, then eased a leg over and sat on my waist, my cock against her ass as she rubbed her pussy with her fingertips.

"I knew that you'd never let me do anything like that if you weren't being... distracted. It's a rectal enhancer. I want to get fucked all night, Wade, and macho boasting bullshit aside, I want more tonight than most guys could handle. So you're getting a bit of pharmaceutical assistance." She eased up onto her hips and suddenly the spa felt cold compared to the heat around my cock. The pressure was intense, and I moaned.

Jules gave a low laugh. "And there's a little something extra up there, too, to make you enjoy this all the more." I could feel every bubble and intensity. The sensations were exploding around me, and then Jules was rubbing her fingernails over my nipples, nearly killing me.

My heartbeat was exploding, and my cock was hard and hot. The whole world was my cock moving inside of the hot silk wrapped around my shaft. Jules was leaning back and bouncing up and down, her hips rocking over mine as I moved back and forth inside of her. I couldn't take much more of it, but somehow I knew that I had to.

I had just cum twice in quick succession, and knew I wouldn't be able too soon. But what I knew and what my body was doing were two different things. Jules was laughing wickedly as I leant forwards to bite her nipples. My teeth squeezed the rock hard little buds, and I felt her shivering.

She was shaking in my arms as she rocked back and forth on my cock, and I could feel the skin moving against hot, wet tightness. Jules threw her arms out wide as my arms encircled around her. I felt like I was cumming, but just the numbing sensation of pressure, no explosion of cum.

My heart was beating a billion times a second, but it was like it was happening to someone else. Jules collapsed against me, but my hips kept moving. Her wet hair was against my face, but my hips were moving and that was all that mattered.

Her eyes were closed, savouring the feelings rushing through her, and I stared at her as I fucked my cock into her for what seemed like hours. Jules was moaning in a prolonged state of bliss, and I could feel the orgasm lasting for several seconds as she clenched against me.

She didn't raise her head as her fingers tightened around my throat. My cock twisted inside of her as I arched my hips, and she moaned. Jules' fingers and arms went limp around my neck, and I kissed at her mouth, but it didn't move. After a moment, my cock began to throb painfully again, and I frowned.

My spine still felt tingly, fire and ice at the same time, and Jules panted in my ear. I looked up at the bright white moon shining down through the skylight. It must have been somewhere around midnight, but it could have been ten am for all I knew.

My whole consciousness was Jules, my cock and the silk of her pussy around me. Jules leant back, putting pressure on my cock again and my hips gave a lurch. Jules sighed, a smile on her face as she shakily stood up. My hands slid up her wet legs and settled on her ass cheeks. She looked down at me and gave a low laugh as my cock stuck out of the water like some kind of perverted shark's fin.

The CD was long over, and one of the candles had been knocked over with a splash of water. It still smoked slightly, and wax droplets were all over the tarp. My arms snaked around her legs and I knelt up, and my face was level with her pussy. I could smell her, and she looked to the tarp, and the towel.

I didn't release her as she moved to the side of the tub and grabbed the towel. She sat down and began to dry herself, but I couldn't handle the scent so close. My arms bulged as I spread her thighs, and Jules looked at me as I began to suck and eat at her wet lips. I could feel their heat on my tongue, and her taste was heaven.

There was nothing but the taste of her musk in my mouth. I could taste the hint of my own salty cum, but couldn't, wouldn't stop my tongue exploring every inch of her. The tip of my tongue moved against the top of her, finding and rubbing hard against her clit. Jules gave a low moan as I gently sucked at it, then wriggled the tip of my tongue against her.

She gave a shriek as she leant back, squeezing her nipples roughly while I ate her. She tensed up, and the scent and taste of her musky cum filled my mouth and nose. I craved her cumming like an addict, and shook with the need to make her cum more and more.

My tongue moved against her, and I sucked her lips and clit while she came several more times. Each time, I savoured the flavour of her juice, a man dying of thirst finding the freshwater oasis. Her fingertips were feather-light on my shoulders, and she collapsed. There was a smile on her face that I couldn't match, and I felt pride swell in my chest.

A clock began to chime somewhere, and let out two echoing tones. Jules weakly lifted a hand to the console and flicked a lever. The spa lit up as the bubbles faded, and my hard cock was bright red in the blue-white lights. I looked up, but the moon was gone.

I don't know how long I had kept her on my tongue, tasting her waves of pleasure, but it must have been more than an hour. Jules was almost asleep, half in and half out of the spa, her legs in the cooling water. I stood up and picked her up, whatever she'd given me feeding me strength.

Jules chest was moving slowly as I brought her to her bed. She opened her eyes as I switched on the lamp, and stared at me. Her eyes moved over my body, finally coming to rest on my cock, still rock hard. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I saw wicked pleasure there.

I began to jerk my cock as I stared at her, and she began to writhe on the bed like I was inside of her. She closed her eyes and her fingers began to make circular motions over her clit. "I feel... so fucking good... I think I've... don't know how many times I've cum. I feel so wickedly sinful, Wade. You want me still, don't you?" I nodded as I sank to my knees on the bed.

"Want you like so fucking bad. I'm so hot and hard, and you've made me this way. You're so fucking hot, just want to make you scream so loud with your cum, I..." She opened her eyes and got off the bed, moving the sliding door open to the balcony. The cold winter air touched me, but I couldn't feel it.

On some level, I knew it was cold, but I didn't notice it. Jules reached up and grabbed a lighter and a joint from a hanging pot-plant, and sparked it up. The coppery smell came strong, and she leant over the railing, showing me her ass.

I moved behind her and began to rub my cock along the cheeks, then leant down and gave her a light slap. Jules squealed naughtily, like some little girl caught looking at bad pictures, and wriggled her ass against my cock. She looked at me over her shoulder as I bent my knees. Her legs spread, and I pushed against the dark rose I could see in the moonlight.

Jules sucked back on the last of the dope and blew the smoke out, then braced herself against the small balcony and pushed back against me. My hard cock pressed against her hole and then with a quick jerk of my cock, I was inside her ass.

Jules moaned loudly and pressed her forehead against the railing as I began to move back and forwards inside of her. If the heat of the spa was intense, then the feelings roaring through me at the factors of the cold air, the openness of the balcony, other houses just within screaming distance and the searing hot tightness of Jules ass was extraordinary.

Jules was moaning loudly each time my cock slid deep into her bowel. Her back arched, and her still damp hair was steaming in the cold. She was pushing back against me and moaning as my cock began to piston in and out of her. I don't know how many times my spine exploded in that icy fire, but I know that Jules was screaming when she came. Lights began to come on in the houses around us, and I slowed down.

Jules looked back at me and flashed me a grin as she worked her ass in circles around my cock. I was shaking my head, drunk on lust and high on whatever as I kept fucking her. I reached my hands up and brought them down as I pumped my cock into her, and Jules was screaming at me to keep fucking her.

I kept spanking her bouncing ass with one hand, then reached forwards and pulled her hair with my other. Jules screamed in ecstasy and I felt her cum streaming down my legs. I gave a deep bellow as I blasted her with a massive load of cum that shouldn't have been there. My spine was on fire and my hips were jerking back and forth as I sprayed cum everywhere.

I was still cumming as I collapsed down onto the doorway, and banged my elbow onto the sliding door. Jules sagged down onto the wooden rail and then collapsed on the floor with me. We moved inside slowly, and faintly heard the neighbour's loud complaints. Jules began to laugh as she shook her head and smiled as she caught her breath, and bit her lip again.

"I don't think I've ever going to walk straight again." I gave a low laugh, then a sigh of relief as my cock softened. I stared down at it, begging it not stay that way. My heart began to slow down finally, and I weakly smiled at her. Jules looked across the room at the clock, and then out the window. Off to the east, the sky was beginning to lighten. I was about ready to collapse, and wasn't looking forwards to the walk home, especially like this.

I got up slowly and helped her into bed. Jules stared at me as I opened the door, then turned away. I went back around the corner and collected our clothes. I put hers back into the bedroom, and quietly dressed as Jules dozed. I leant down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, and her eyes opened. She didn't say anything, and I didn't really expect her to, I guess. I moved out of the room and she didn't stop me.

The next day, I got to work with red, bleary eyes and absolutely no intention of telling anyone about the unbelievable night I'd had. I know that it was my sacred duty as a guy to tell absolutely everyone with tackle matching my own about what had happened, but another part of me, the quiet part, knew that if I said anything that I'd never believe it, like it was some kind of dream.

Ross was already spinning one of his famous weekend drinking stories, and I quietly made my way to the espresso machine and made myself a strong coffee. Damien gave me a wave as I sat down and looked at the clock. "Ten minutes, D, what've I missed?" Damien was my second, and the only guy there younger than me, at twenty.

"Nah, Boss, it was Rosco here that missed out. Seems he had a hot date and stuffed it up." I smiled at Ross as he shrugged.

"Not to be helped, boss. Someone beat me to it. I was all lined up with that Sweets Galore chick, right, the nice piece that wants it so bad she's always out flirting with those school kids on the bus, yeah?" I desperately hoped that no one would notice my sudden pallor, and cleared my throat.

"Oh, yeah?" Ross nodded as Irene the receptionist came in.

"Yeah, well anyway, some of the tourists were playing pool, and you know how I like a challenge, so I played, too. I was three hundred up when the time came to go and give that candy chick her what for, but they put down double or nothing. It only took an hour and a half, but by the time I was done, I'd had a bit to drink."

Irene gave Damien a soft caress on the back of his neck and smiled knowingly at him as he put his arm around her waist and hugged her to him. "Save it, you two, I'm busy with my story, here." Irene raised an eyebrow at Ross as he grinned cheekily and spread his hands wide.

"So yeah, as I was saying, I was running a bit late, but by the time I got there, someone'd already gotten to her! I was only two hours late or so, but by the time I got to her front porch, I could see her plain as day copping it hardcore against the glass!" I coughed into my coffee and wiped my chin as the others laughed.

"Get a good look in, did ya?" Ross shook his head.

"Damien, my lad, she's got frosted glass on the front of her door, so all I could see was the shapes, and hear. That was enough. Whoever he was, he was giving it to her exactly as she wanted it, and well, too." I got up as I felt my skin flushing red, and Irene followed me over to the sink as I washed out my cup.

"Alright, guys, that's it, fun time's over. We've got to get back to work eventually." I cleared my throat again and stared down at the sink as the guys headed off in their separate directions. Irene handed me an envelope.

"Julie Haughton dropped this off for you this morning, she said you dropped it while you were out jogging." Damien came over just as she handed me the package, and I pulled my watch out. He put his arms around her waist and gave her a light squeeze as I slipped the watch back on.

Damien stared at the watch, then at Ross's back as he left for the morning's groundskeeping rounds, then back at me as I feverishly cleaned the cup in the sink. A slow smile came to his face and he began to laugh.

"NO FUCKING WAY!!"

The End.