Sweet Julie Pt. 01

Editor's note: this work contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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A week ago something happened which I just can't keep to myself, and I just have to tell someone about it. My daughter Jennifer had her friend, Julie, staying at our house for some of the summer vacation. Normally it is just Jen and me in the house because I was divorced five years ago, and I got sole custody of my daughter. This is because her mother is an alcoholic and was judged not fit to bring her up. We have often had Jen's friends stay over and I welcomed it because with just me in the house Jen needed companions of a similar age.

Jen and Julie are in their first year at university. Julie is a very attractive young lady and I enjoyed taking sneaky peeks at her. She is average in height, and very slim, and because it was the summer she often wore extremely small shorts that showed off a very nice pair of legs. She is blonde, with shoulder length hair which she liked to wear in a ponytail. Her face was very cute, somewhat elfish, and her upturned nose was most endearing. But what was particularly attractive about Julie were her breasts. I am not a fan of large breasts and much prefer an A cup size. What turns me on the most is when the breast is 'pointy', with a conical tip. A spherical breast is not nearly so alluring. Julie seemed to be perfect, and from what I could judge her breasts seemed to suit my ideal. I tried not to ogle her, but I often delighted in seeing a flash of her breasts if she bent over - the tops she wore were often loose and somewhat revealing.

Anyway, last weekend the girls were invited to a party at a friend's house and I drove them over, and picked up some beers and a Chinese take-away on the way back home. I intended to settle down to a pleasant evening of watching TV - being able to choose the channels to suit myself for a change was great. A few hours went by and the beers were making me pleasantly mellow, when I was surprised to hear a car pulling up outside. I muttered a few choice curses at the interruption and went to the door but before I could get there it opened and Jen and a boy came in, half carrying a very limp Julie.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Jen said, "Julie seems to have had too much to drink. We didn't notice her drinking that much but she is completely piss... I am mean out of it!"

I helped Jen and the boy take Julie through to the living room and together we got her onto the sofa. She was giggling and pushing us away, and trying to stand up, and it was clear that she was very drunk.

"Has she been sick?" I asked and they told me that they thought she might have been ill in the toilet at the party but weren't sure. I decided that coffee was what was required and we managed to get her to drink a cup of almost black coffee and it seemed to be having the required effect. The giggling stopped and Julie looked as if she just needed a good night's sleep.

"Let's get her upstairs," I suggested and Jen and I coaxed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Julie flopped onto the bed and Jen took off her shoes and made her comfortable, covering her with a blanket. We left her and went back downstairs.

"Dad, do you mind if Richard and I go back to the party?" Jen asked. "She seems OK now."

"Well I wasn't thinking I would have to baby-sit tonight!" I retorted. Jen could see I was annoyed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, go on, please? It was a really good party. She'll be OK, she just needs to sleep."

My daughter always knows how to wrap me round her little finger. I could see the quiet evening in front of the TV vanishing fast.

"What if she is sick?" I asked, "I don't feel like sorting that out!"

" I don't think she will, it's been half an hour or more, she looks fine."

With that I got another kiss on the cheek and Jen and Richard disappeared through the door. I stood in the hallway a moment, thinking oh great, they zoom off to a great party and I end up looking after a drunk teenager!

I checked on Julie and she seemed to be sleeping soundly so I went back to watching the TV and poured myself another beer. I had hardly swigged a drop when I heard Julie moving about upstairs. I say moving, but from the sound of it she seemed to be colliding with every door and wall! I shot upstairs to find her groping along a wall in the passage way. She saw me and the giggling started again.

"I need the loo!" she said and started sliding down the wall. Oh great! She would probably throw up all over the carpet! I caught her before she was horizontal and dragged her to the bathroom. I tried to get her to lean over the toilet but she started giggling again.

"I don't want to be sick - I need to pee!"

I helped her up and was acutely embarrassed when she reached under her skirt and started pulling at her knickers.

"Hang on Julie! I gasped and plonked her down on the toilet seat and hastily exited. I heard her giggling again but was relieved to hear the tinkling sound - she was obviously managing to pee into the bowl and not all over the floor! I waited a few minutes and then tapped on the door.

"Are you OK?"

I heard her mumbling what sounded like the affirmative and cautiously opened the door. She was still sitting on the loo, but was slumped over and was preventing herself from falling off by hanging onto the towel rail. Her knickers were still around her ankles. I went to help her just as the towel rail came away from the wall and I caught her just in time. I picked her up and carried her back to her room. Fortunately, she is petite and it wasn't too difficult. I laid her out on her bed and covered her with the blanket. She was totally out of it, limp as a wet rag, and for a moment I panicked and thought she had stopped breathing. But her chest was moving as she breathed slowly in and out.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a while wondering if I should get her to casualty. Maybe she needed her stomach pumped? How much had she drunk?

While I sat next to her, watching her breathing, I suddenly became conscious of her presence in a way that up till then had not entered my mind. I was sitting on a bed next to a very attractive young girl - and with several beers inside me she was very, very attractive. I became acutely aware of her body - I could feel her warmth against my hip as I sat there. I saw the blanket over her breasts rising and falling as she breathed; the shape of her breasts beneath the blanket was tantalisingly visible. I looked up at her face. Her mouth was half open, and her full lips, still with the bright red lipstick on that she had put on for the party were so inviting. My mouth went dry, and I could hear my heart beating loudly in my chest. I had better get up and go downstairs - this was crazy! But I couldn't move. She was right there - I could just reach out and...

A little voice in my head said, "Go on, do it... do it..."

I watched her a moment longer. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently shook her.

"Julie... Julie!"

I shook her more roughly but she didn't wake up. I remembered her knickers that had been round her ankles when I carried her from the bathroom. My head was spinning. I reached for the blanket that I had thrown over her and lifted it up - her knickers were still around her ankles. I slowly eased them off over her feet. Soft, skimpy little white knickers; I found myself lifting them up to my face, breathing in, smelling them - oh my God - her scent filled my nostrils! I had not smelt pussy for so long. My hands trembled as I pressed the soft fabric to my face - I must stop, this is insane! But I couldn't move, I looked down at her bare legs, lovely slim legs, so pale and white, her short skirt was rumpled and only just covering her hips. I put the knickers on the bed by her feet and shook her again.

"Julie, wake up!"

She didn't stir. I could not stop myself, and I reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. She was lying on her side, and I gazed at her bare hip as it came into view; I could glimpse a patch of blond hair on her mound. I had thought that all girls shaved their pubic hair, but obviously not Julie. I could feel my penis straining painfully in the confines of my trousers - I hadn't had an erection like it in months. I adjusted my trousers; it felt as if I had an iron bar in there. My reasoning told me to get up and run out of the room as fast as I could, but I was overwhelmed with desire. I hadn't had contact with a woman for five years and here was a fresh young thing so warm and soft and lovely...

I placed a hand on her hip and slowly rolled her over onto her back. I lifted her skirt right up to her waist and gazed at her beautiful stomach, so smooth and flat, and with the full curving mound covered in soft blonde hair. I reached out a hand and touched the hair, running my fingertips through it. She still did not move and I grew bolder, and gently parted her knees. If she woke up I would quickly throw the blanket over her; she wouldn't know. My hand slipped between her thighs; my fingertips touched her soft lips, oh how soft and warm. Gently I parted her and slipped a fingertip into her moist, warm flesh. As if in a trance I was aware of my other hand moving to my fly, unzipping, exposing my penis. I wrapped my hand round it, it was so hard, so sensitive, every nerve ending tingling with vibrant excitement! As my fingertip moved between her lips I masturbated slowly, oh so slowly. I was so excited I thought I might come in seconds if I moved my hand too fast. Still she slumbered on. I took my hand from her and put my finger to my nose, inhaled her scent, and I sucked the juice from my finger. I looked down at her parted thighs, and the soft lips between, and bent over her and quickly licked her. She didn't stir and I licked again, my tongue slipped between her lips, I tasted her, oh God I could taste her, I was intoxicated, my tongue slithered at the entrance of her vagina, I quickly let go of my penis as I felt a rush of sensation. What could I be able to do to her as she slept? What if she woke? Could I cover her up quickly - would she be aware of what I was doing? I pulled her skirt down over her in case she woke up and lifted her up and moved her so her hips were on the edge of the bed and she lay with her feet on the floor, her legs parted. If she woke I would pretend I was struggling to lift her onto the bed...

I kneeled on the floor between her legs and shook her again, vigorously. She was still totally inert. I looked down at my penis. It was bolt upright with an erection like the ones I used to have when I was eighteen! The glans was so distended that the skin was stretched taut and gleamed in the light - it looked as if the skin would split! Precum was welling up from the slit and dripping down the shaft. I looked at her vagina, so open and inviting. Maybe I could just... I leaned forward and guided my cock to her opening, just a touch, that's all, just a touch and I will stop. I groaned aloud in ecstasy as the glans nuzzled against the soft entrance, oh yes, oh my God, it feels so good! Perhaps if... I wet my fingers with saliva and coated the glans, adding to the precum, and pressed against her again. I felt the warmth, the soft enveloping lips that seemed to part - inviting me to enter. Just a touch, I told myself, just a little more, perhaps just a little inside... I rocked back and forth, feeling myself slipping a little deeper with each movement; was she a virgin? Would I feel resistance? A little more, oh yes, it is slipping in, look down, the tip is almost inside her, oh yes, I love it, oh fuck, the head is inside... I felt the delicious warmth of her pussy enveloping my glans, the tightness of it! I rocked back and forth some more, feeling myself slipping deeper and deeper - it's been so long... a little more and I will stop, just wet the shaft a bit more with spit, push a little bit harder, oh God it's going right inside her, I mustn't come in her - please don't come! Stop moving, you'll come, keep still, calm down, that's better... fuck that was close!

Maybe just a few more thrusts and then that's it, put her back to bed and forget it ever happened. But oh God she feels so good, I can feel the incredible heat from her on my cock, her pussy is so slippery and wet and every move I make is exquisite - I haven't experienced anything like this for so long and she is totally unconscious, she will never know, maybe just another inch, what would it feel like to be in her up to the hilt? To feel my balls pressed against her with my cock buried deep inside her lithe young body? Try pushing in a little more, yes, yes, it's almost all the way, bend over her a bit more, feel her thighs against my hips, lift her legs up a little, oh yes that's it, I am right inside - oh God I want to fuck her hard and fast and shoot my cum inside her but I can't, I must stop! Just a few strokes, just two or three long slow thrusts, feel the wetness of her pussy sliding on the shaft of my cock! It is unbelievable - my cock is thrusting in and out of a beautiful young girl, in her cunt, in her sweet, tight, wet cunt! In a few seconds I am going to ejaculate, I am going to fuck her so hard, thrust and thrust and bury my cock in her and squirt my cum right inside her, stop, stop, STOP!

I pull out quickly, gasping for breath, my penis jerks and bobs, don't come, don't come! I look down at it as it throbs, desperately trying to think of something that will stop me coming... count backwards from 100, yes its working - I stopped just in time.

This is madness, quick, put her back on the bed and get out of there. I lift her onto the bed, straighten her skirt, put her knickers back over her feet, up round her knees.

That's better. She is lying on her side now, just as before, breathing slowly. God, you have been inside her, right inside - a lovely sweet girl, you actually put your cock inside her! She didn't seem to be a virgin, it slid in so easily. But you stopped, no harm done. But look at your cock, it is still achingly hard!

I wonder... that little top she is wearing, what do you suppose... it has little buttons at the front, maybe just undo a few, have a peek. Oh yes, they undo so easily; her breasts are small and beautifully shaped, I can clearly see the nipples beneath the fabric - they look swollen - fuck, she has puffy nipples!

Her bra is a thin almost transparent fabric, so soft and feminine, and it has a fastener at the front! You could just unclip it and...

Oh God she is so beautiful, her breasts are small and lovely and so pointed; look at her nipples, pale coral pink and the areolae protrude so proudly from her breasts. They look swollen like they have been stung by bees, oh they are so perfect - touch her nipples, so soft, so lovely, maybe if you just kneel on the bed, you could...

I crouch over her, pushing my cock down from its rigid erection, closer, closer, yes, touch the tip against her nipple, feel the softness, look at your precum wetting her nipple - rub it to and fro across her nipple, oh yes it is exquisite, look at her face as she lies there, her mouth half open, her lips so full and red with that enticing lipstick, you only have to shift position a little and you could...

Maybe just a touch, a quick touch of your cock against her lips, feel her warm breath on you, oh yes, touch her mouth with the tip of your cock, see how her lips are parted, you could just hold it between her lips, just hold it there and feast your eyes on the sight, that's it, oh fuck, is her mouth opening wider? See how her lips want to hold the tip between them, you can just hold it there against her lips and imagine what it would feel like to put it deeper in her mouth, feel her lips close around you as she starts to suck you, feel her little tongue tickle under the head, imagine what that would feel like - your cock is almost in her mouth! If you just pushed a little harder, oh fuck its coming, no, stop, its coming, you can't come, you can't come in her mouth - but it would be so good, oh fuck yes SO good - imagine pushing your cock into her mouth as you came, imagine filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of spunk, filling her mouth until she has to swallow it all, no, no, stop, you must stop, it's almost too late, quick, pull out, aim it at her breasts, yes, yes, that's it, on her breasts, on her nipple, oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, its shooting out - oh fuck yes - I'm coming so hard, it's squirting all over her lovely sweet breasts, look at all that cum - fuck!

You haven't cum like that in living memory, quick, press the tip against her nipple, look at the creamy spunk squirting over her wonderful puffy nipple, oh fuck yes, fuck yes, jerk it all out, cover her with it, it's never going to stop!

Oh my God, what have you done! She is covered in semen, quick, get some tissues, wipe it all off! Put your penis back in your pants you idiot! Get her cleaned up!

I grab a handful of tissues from the box next to the bed and wipe her breasts - thank God most of it is still clinging to her skin - I see one or two wet patches on her top and on the bed - wipe them quick. That's it. Now do up her bra and top, oh God, there's thick globs of semen on her bra, wipe them off, use more tissues. That's it, check her face, did you come anywhere on her face? No, looks OK. Right, tidy up, check you have all the tissues! Now put the blanket over her, and get out of the room!

I go downstairs, my heart pounding, partly from the fear of being discovered, and partly from the gut-wrenching orgasm I just had. God, I came like a fire hose! I must have spurted ten times, maybe more - I completely drenched her breasts in sperm!

But I cleaned it all up, and she never moved, she will never know, no-one will ever know. Just think what you did, oh God, it was so good, you touched her, licked her, put your penis in her up to the hilt, caressed her lovely young breasts - you even put your penis a little way into her mouth and then you ejaculated all over those perfect young breasts! You can die a happy man!

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The next morning, I was awake and up long before the girls woke, and busied myself getting some breakfast ready for them. I could not stop thinking of the previous evening, and what I had done to Julie. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, and my conscience would not let me relax. I called up to the girls to let them know breakfast was ready and waited nervously for them to come down.

Eventually they appeared, and I was relieved that Julie seemed completely normal. She even apologised for getting drunk the night before.

"I am sorry about last night, Mr Marshall, I don't know why I felt so drunk. I think maybe somebody spiked my drink. Anyway, thank you for looking after me."

She rose up on tip toe and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was a little flustered. I had known Julie for some time. She had gone all through high school with my daughter, Jennie, and I had watched the pair of them growing up. Julie had never kissed me on the cheek before.

"That's OK," I replied, "and call me Bill. No more of this Mr Marshall stuff."

Julie giggled and she and Julie sat at the table to eat. I had not waited for them and had already finished my breakfast, so I left them to it and went into the living room to watch the news on TV. I pondered the spiked drinks idea -- that would certainly explain how totally out of it she had been. From what I knew those drugs caused total loss of memory, but Julie had thanked me for looking after her. I decided that Jennie must have filled her in on the details.

The girls wanted to meet up with friends at a big shopping centre to look for clothes and make-up to buy, so I drove them to the centre and arranged a time to pick them up. I had taken two weeks leave, so my plans were flexible. They said they might go to a movie in the afternoon, so I agreed to collect them sometime after five. I had driven to a petrol station at the centre and was out of the car by the pump when the time was arranged. Julie approached me.