Chapter 6

Emotions are spreading tentacles of entrapment between the disparate lovers. Jules introduces Justin to her friend Daria, and they share the boy’s sexual energy.

Our honeymoon lasted a couple of weeks; Jules wanted to serve me, and I wanted to serve her. We had sex of one sort or another almost continuously.

Usually just touching; naked together, cuddling and watching movies, taking baths, that sort of thing. And talking, she seemed to have a lot to say. I liked her voice, her soft intonation, her laugh. I listened to her stories, stroking her naked body as we lay together in luxurious sensuality.

I lived to make her come, and managed to get her off almost every day.

She lived to make me come, and got me off several times every day.

I wanted her all the time; to be with her, preferably naked. After we were apart for just a few hours, she came home and I pulled her to the bedroom, tore her clothes off, and fucked her like a madman.

She liked it at first; my obsession was flattering, and Jules was a very sexual woman. But after a while, we both realized we were getting a bit nuts.

“We have to ease off a bit.” She insisted, “I’m 67 years old dear, I can’t keep this up.”

I didn’t say anything, I just pushed my hard cock into her; she was wet inside and she groaned, relaxing into the mattress as her legs wrapped around me.

“It’s too much.” She mumbled, “Three times a day, it’s just too much. Just come, go on.”

But I didn’t; I kissed her, bit her, caressed her, and rammed my young cock in and out of her panting body until she yielded an orgasm.

Only when I saw her blood pressure and pulse increase, when I felt her fingers fluttering on my ass, when I knew her orgasm was at its peak, I let my semen flow into her.

“I’m serious Justin.” She said afterwards. “We’ve been together for a month now; we have to cool down a little.”

But we didn’t.

I wanted her, and she either wouldn’t or couldn’t refuse. I was usually naked at home. Jules would put clothes on, and she looked so good in them I’d just take them off and make love with her again.

I was fifteen, obsessed, in love perhaps, full of testosterone and adrenaline. I guess I was addicted; to sex for sure, and perhaps to Jules specifically.

If she’d had the strength to control me, it might have all gone in a different direction; but Jules was fundamentally subservient. She’d chosen me because she wanted to break her chains, she’d thought a boy as young as me would be under her control.

And I would have liked that too. I didn’t want responsibility, I just wanted sex.

And with Jules, I could have it. I just had to take her, she couldn’t say no to me.

We rarely left the house. We ordered food in, and fucked our brains out.

Our decent was only halted when a visitor arrived.

Jules pulled on a robe and went to the door; I heard talking. The door closed and I assumed whoever it was had gone, so I went out into the living room.

Jules was talking to another woman; she looked at me and seemed a bit shocked.

“Daria, this is my ... Justin.” Jules said. I realized I was naked, my cock was half-hard and still wet.

Daria was a fine looking middle aged brown woman, south Asian perhaps. Her hair was luxurious and curly, framing her face in black with streaks of grey. She was tall and slim, attractive in a well fitted beige dress, plain dark stockings, and heels. Her big dark eyes stared at me, her mouth hanging open. It was pretty funny, and I withdrew to wash and get dressed.

They sat close on the sofa, talking urgently, obviously good friends. I didn’t mind at first, but after an hour or two just wanted Daria to leave so I could be alone with Jules.

Daria was running away from some guy they both seemed to know. Jules said he was nasty and Daria could stay with us.

My mind adjusted; no more casual nudity, sex only in the bedroom, I could live with that.

Then Jules turned her head to me; “Is that ok, dear?” she asked. Daria was looking at me too, her big almond eyes pleading.

I was suddenly freaked; Me? They were asking for my permission? I was just a kid, it wasn’t my house.

“Yes, of course it is.” I said, and they both relaxed and went back to their gossiping.

Jules told Daria about us, and she told us about her situation, which was oddly similar. Except the guy was older than her.

“You need to find another lover.” Jules told her.

“I know!” Daria said, “If he finds me we’ll just end up in bed again and I’ll never get away.”

“A younger man, that’s what you need.” Jules added.

“I’ve never had a lover younger than myself.” Daria said.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then the obvious occurred to all three of us.

Jules stared at Daria, then at me.

Daria stared at Jules, then at me.

I stared at Daria, then Jules, then Daria again. Jules laughed, Daria looked confused, and I have no idea what I looked like.

“Oh no.” Daria proclaimed, “No way, definitely not! When I say younger lover, I mean 25 or 30 years old, I don’t have sex with children!”

She didn’t leave the house for several days, and I used that time carefully. I charmed her, served her, and asked her to serve me. Nothing huge, just small things.

I smiled at Daria, then took Jules into her bedroom and made love to her so Daria had to hear the bonking of the bed.

Jules and I talked about it;

“You should seduce her.” Jules told me as we lay against each other after sex. “She needs it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, “Daria is hot, but you and me have something I don’t want to ruin.”

The unspoken “L” word hung in the air. Of course Jules and I were in love; that’s why the sex was so good, and the good sex made love impossible to avoid. We were addicted to each other.

“It would be good for us too.” Jules whispered, running her hand over my damp body. “We need to ease off a little.”

“Why?” I asked.

“We’re getting crazy.” Jules told me, “Daria is just what we need.”

On the third evening at bedtime, I decided to make a move. I wanted Daria to either become my lover or leave so Jules and I could lie around naked on each other again.

I’d been flirting with Daria a little, talking a little, and sitting against Jules.

“How about a kiss goodnight?” I asked Daria.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” She said.

Her face betrayed her words; I saw something in her eyes that I recognized, the same look that Jules had when she tried to refuse me, but also wanted me to ravish her again.

The doe eyed look of surrender, hiding just below her denial.

I smiled at her; I almost laughed in triumph. I’d stumbled across a great secret, I had a power that no boy my age should have; I could see through her.

Daria was a sub without a master. A runaway slave. All I had to do was fuck her.

She was a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Surely too intelligent to let a boy seduce her.

I stood, holding her gaze. I was thrilled, terrified by the possibility that I could be right about what was happening between us.

“How about a hug?” I asked her.

She sat still, looking up at me with her big dark beautiful eyes. Her thick curly hair was luxurious, her neck slim and long, elegant.

“Just a hug.” I prompted her.

“Yes.” She said hoarsely, “hug.”

I was victorious! The hug alone was sex; physical affection, contact, intimacy. The tall thin woman stood and we embraced.

Her breasts pressed against my chest and her scent filled my nostrils, her hair was in my right hand and my left was on the small of her back. In her heels she was taller than me, which was odd and sexy.

I could feel her heat, her strength, and her utter vulnerability. For a few seconds, she was tense. Then she relaxed a little, and her hands touched my shoulder blades lightly. Then more firmly as she pulled herself tighter against me.

I rubbed her back affectionately, and I knew that to conquer her I had to be aggressive. Not too aggressive, but just enough.

I pulled my face back a little, and with one hand gripping her thick curls, pulled her head back too. Nose to nose now, her eyes widened and her mouth went slack. Her body was soft, yielding, melting against me. I had her, and we both knew it. She was mine to take, if I had the guts to follow through.

I held her in a tight grip, tilted my face up, and kissed her brown lips. My cock was rock hard, my heart was thumping, and I was exultant; even if she pulled away and this was as far as it went, it was a win.

I liked kissing. It’s the most intimate, sensitive, sensual thing. The mouth is filled with nerves and receptors, saliva shared, tongues meet. I still like it best; kissing is steady state, it doesn’t have to result in orgasm. Kissing is its own thing, it can stop, start, or progress to fucking. It’s mysterious; it could be sex, or not.

To lead to sex, there is a transition period. More than a few seconds of kiss, and the door is being allowed to open. My hands began to roam up and down her fine frame, I gripped her fleshy round ass and pulled her tight, so she had to feel my erection against her thigh through our clothes. Her long legs held her ass above the level of my hips, so my hands easily cradled her buttocks.

She squirmed and tried to escape then; but I held her, used my male strength for a moment. I clenched her curls in my fist again and looked up into her eyes.

She was terrified; her self-determination was wavering. It was my moment.

“Get undressed.” I commanded, trying to sound authoritative as I released her body.

She stumbled back a step, unsteady on her high heels, staring at me in shock even though she had come into my arms quite willingly.

She looked down at Jules, who was still sitting on the sofa. Jules nodded subtly, signaling her opinion on the matter.

Daria looked at me again, afraid, dismayed, but below that excited.

The pretense was that she was being forced to obey. That we had some power over her, that she didn’t have free will.

Of course in reality there was nothing to stop her from walking out the door, getting into her car, and going away. When her hands opened her blouse, revealing a patterned bra over mid-sized breasts, it was her choice.

I felt like I’d discovered the key to the universe; I was going to fuck this sexy colored woman, she was obeying my command. I needed to figure out the rules of this game, where the limits were.

How far would she go? Surely, I thought, she would only obey me so long as I ‘ordered’ her to do things that she wanted to do anyway.