Yours Ch. 01

But it wasn't just any girl. It was Jessica. The girl I'd spent my entire childhood and adolescence being tormented by. The girl I'd spent so many years fearing and hating. I didn't want her as a girlfriend, the idea almost disgusted me. The only way this would work was if she was submissive to me, just like I'd read about.

She had to learn that she couldn't just come over here and flutter her eyelashes every time she wanted to fool around. I was in control here. I decided what we did and didn't do. And if she disobeyed me, she would be punished.

I only hoped I'd made the right move.

==

Next week, I found out that I had.

Things had gone back a step between us in everyday life, the relaxed chatting replaced with the former icy silence. But she still didn't dare insult me any more. And Rose didn't really notice any difference. My sister was great, but she could be somewhat socially dense at times, completely missing out on the clear tension between me and Jessica.

That night she knocked on the door at around midnight.

"Yes?" I said.

She opened slowly and walked in, closing the door gently behind her. She was wearing a thin night gown. It wasn't anything too erotic, but I could tell from the thin weave that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I doubted she would have dressed like that to share a bed with my sister.

She stood at the door, her arms straight down at her sides, staring at the floor.

"What?" I said.

"Look..." she said. "Are we going to...do something tonight, or not? I'm getting kind of anxious, if you know what I mean."

I sighed.

"No Jessica, what do you mean?"

She looked up.

"I mean..." she said, "I haven't...cum, since the last time we...you know..."

"Well, you went your whole life without an orgasm up until two weeks ago, why the sudden hurry for another?" I asked.

She looked away. She laced her fingers in front of her, fidgeting and nervous.

"It's...it feels different now. It's like my body has...woken up, or something." she said.

I didn't say anything.

"I just...I never really got horny that much before, but now...I get wet, sometimes, when I'm alone...And you told me not to...to touch myself..." she trailed off.

I was surprised she'd remembered to obey that rule even when I wasn't around.

"I dumped my boyfriend." she said, "I know you don't care, but I didn't want to be with him any more."

She looked away again, nervously.

"And...you told me to practice, I've been practising." she said.

Told, not asked. Better.

"Practising what?" I asked.

"Giving head. I'm getting pretty good, I think."

"Oh, and who have you been practising with, if not your ex?" I asked.

"No, no one else. I've been using...other stuff." she said.

I really wasn't sure about this. She obviously wanted to do something, and she was a lot more submissive than last week, but she wasn't quite desperate enough to beg. I was pretty sure I'd have to leave it another week or two for her to get really desperate.

"Ok, slut," I said, turning to her.

She smiled brightly. It was kind of hot to see how much she seemed to enjoy being called "slut".

"I'll make you a deal. If you can fit my whole cock in your mouth, I'll do whatever you want tonight. Sound good?"

Her eyes widened. She looked terrified.

"I...I don't think..." she stuttered.

"If you don't want to try then just leave." I said.

She only took a second to decide. She pulled her night gown off in one sweep, revealing her wonderful naked body to me. She walked over to the bed and took her usual spot, kneeling beside my crotch. I didn't move this time, just waited.

After a few seconds she realised what I wanted, and climbed up on to the bed.

She got on her knees and reached forward. She dug her fingers under my waistband, and I pushed my hips up as she pulled down my pants and underwear. I still felt a little thrill from the sense of exhibition. My dick was already getting hard from seeing her body. She took it in her hands and began slowly licking around the head.

She spent a minute or two just admiring it, slowly running her hands up and down, feeling it's girth and weight in her grip, occasionally planting gentle kisses on the shaft. She took her time with this, seeming to enjoy being allowed to hold it.

She seemed to have a better idea of what she was doing, this time. She kept swirling her tongue around the head, and never stopped the rhythm she had with her fingers. Within a minute my cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. She was almost massaging my shaft firmly with both hands, rather than the frustratingly light strokes she'd been using before. She kept her teeth completely out of the way, too. It felt amazing, I could do nothing but close my eyes and enjoy it.

Then, without any sign of preparation or ceremony, she started trying to force my thick shaft into her mouth. Her tongue felt much better than last time, she seemed more aware of how to use it. As she pushed her head down farther, she began to moan loudly. This was so much better than two weeks ago. She really had been practising.

But not quite enough, it seemed. No matter how much she tried, she could only get about 3 or 4 inches of it into her mouth before she started gagging. She kept trying, each time seeming to get just a little bit closer, but in the end she didn't even make it half way.

After maybe 5 minutes of this wonderful sensation, she pulled it out. She was panting loudly. Her mouth was covered in her own spit, and it was drooling down on to her heaving chest. She gazed at my cock with a look of almost hatred, and then lust, as she realised she wouldn't be able to take it all. She met my eyes, then quickly looked down in shame.

"I can't do it." she mumbled.

"You're giving up?" I asked.

"Well...look at this thing!"

She was holding it by the base, and she shook it slightly.

"It's impossible to fit it all the way!" she whined.

I reached out and rested my hand gently on her head.

"Well, until you do, you're not going to cum again." I said.

How's that for incentive?

She looked desperately in to my eyes.

"Come on, that's not-"

"Are you arguing with me?" I said, cutting her off.

"No, no, I'm not, I'm sorry...It's just...your cock felt so good on my pussy, even when it was just rubbing it...I can only imagine how good it'll feel if you force it up inside me...into my hot, tight little...cunt." she said, a slight moan carrying off the last word.

I'd never heard her talk like this before, and I could tell from her reddening face that she wasn't used to it. She was trying to seduce me, to manipulate me.

"Shut up." I said, "Finish me off."

"Can I at least touch myself when I do it? Can I try to make myself cum?" she asked.

"No, you're not allowed to orgasm unless I say so, do you understand me? Now finish me off, and get out." I said.

This was important. She had to be willing to obey me, even if she wasn't directly getting anything out of it.

She sighed and started again, running her tongue all over the head of my cock. I'd been doing some practice of my own, trying to increase my endurance. I was usually able to come two, sometimes three times in quick succession before being unable to get hard, but I still wanted to last as long as possible.

Even with her new techniques, I was able to last 10 minutes before pumping her mouth full of cum. She closed her eyes as I came. I knew that sperm supposedly tasted awful, but she seemed to be savouring the experience, letting out purring little moans as she swallowed.

When I was finished, she quickly crawled up the bed and straddled my thigh, putting her arms around my shoulders. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot, and she was rubbing it very slightly against my leg.

"It's so good when you cum in my mouth, when your huge cock pulses for me...oh God, I'm so wet..."

I didn't say anything.

"Please." she said, looking me in the eye, "Please, just touch me...I need to cum, please make me cum."

I let her continue.

"Please, I'm your...your little slut." she moaned desperately. "Make your little slut cum, please let me cum for you, please..."

I sighed.

I grabbed her tightly by her stiff nipples, and pulled her closer to me. She let out that same little growl as before that I couldn't identify as either pleasure or pain, but was maybe a mix of both.

"You're a greedy little slut tonight, aren't you?" I hissed, increasing my grip.

Her body wanted to move away, but she had to lean closer to avoid her nipples being pulled even more.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried.

She brought her hands down to lean against my chest, but she wasn't trying to stop me. It was so satisfying, seeing her accept the pain without resistance.

"Do you think you have a nice body, slut?" I asked her.

Over the pain I was causing her, she struggled to answer.

"I...I...I don't know, I...aaaahhhh." she whined.

"Answer me." I said calmly, twisting her nipples again.

"Yes! I...I think I do..." she said.

"What's nice about your body, slut?" I asked.

I started to loosen my grip slightly, only to tighten it even further. I repeated this action, gripping and loosening, again and again.

"I...aah...aaaaahhh," she moaned.

I gripped harder, prompting her to answer.

"My...my tits! I have big tits!" she cried.

"What else?" I said.

"I'm...mmmmm," she moaned, "I'm fit...I keep f- Fit!" she gasped.

"What else?"

"I don't know, I..."

"Do you think men notice your body?" I asked quietly.

She bit her lip tightly, and nodded.

"Do you like it when they look at you?" I asked.

"I...I don't know."

I started lightly twisting her nipples again.

"Ah! Yes, I...I like when they look at my tits! I...want them to want me..."

"And what does that make you?" I asked.

"A...a slut, I'm a slut. I want them to look at me, I want to make them hard..." she said, gasping.

I knew this about her already, of course. For all her secret inexperience, she seemed to revel in being wanted by men, always dressing to show skin and cleavage. She'd had a reputation around school for being a tease for a while now. I wanted to hear her confess it to me, confess that she was just a vain bitch. As someone who'd never really been considered attractive, it was so satisfying to punish her for this. I know it was petty, but I wanted to hurt her.

"Do you want to do anything else with all these admirers?" I asked.

"NO!" she shouted, "No, only you, only you...ahahh.".

I pulled her close to me, leaned in and put my lips to her ear.

"Get out, slut." I whispered.

I released her nipples. She gasped and moaned at the relief. Her hands jumped up to her boobs and she started gently massaging them.

"Out." I repeated.

She gathered her clothes and left quickly, avoiding my eyes.

==

The next Friday she came over again, this time wearing a little black negligée. It was completely see-through except for the bra, which was pushing her boobs up and giving her the most spectacular cleavage. I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it.

"Do you like this?" she asked, swirling the hem around the top of her thighs, "I bought it for you."

It was so strange, how even though I'd seen her naked so many times by now, this little bit of cover made things so erotic.

"It's very nice, Jessica." I said calmly.

Her face lit up with delight. She bounced happily, her cleavage jiggling. She really wanted to please me. But I wanted her naked.

"But we wouldn't want to get it all messy, would we?" I said.

She shook her head, huge smile still spread across her face, and started to slip out of it.

Seeing how much my opinion mattered to her, how happy a simple compliment made her, was a huge turn-on.

She undressed, laying the thin material gently on my desk instead of just discarding it. She got up in front of me on the bed, then reached over and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I really enjoyed the look on her face every time she saw it, a recurring little shock of delight and arousal.

Again, she spent the first few minutes just kissing and licking it gently, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. I was fascinated by the look of admiration she had, and the almost reverential, worshipping attitude she showed towards my cock.

She was even more skilled than last time, and she managed to get even more of my thick shaft into her mouth. I finally reached her throat, but she couldn't push any farther no matter how hard she tried. After 15 minutes of intense effort on her part, I came in her hot, humming throat, thrusting the 5 inches or so that she could take as much as I could.

Afterwards, she crawled up and lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

She told me about how she went to bed every night straddling her pillow, to try to sooth the desires of her pussy. She told me how almost every time she went to sleep, she had vivid dreams about sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, and that she woke up in the middle of the night, soaking wet. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. She told me she couldn't concentrate in class, and that her parents, and Rose, were asking why she seemed so distracted all the time.

She told me she needed to cum.

She begged me to touch her.

I told her to get out.

She looked devastated, but left without comment.

I'd honestly never been happier in my life. Every week, the bitch I'd hated for years would come to my bedroom, suck me off, beg me to let her cum, and then leave incredibly frustrated but still obeying.

She was getting closer, though, to taking me completely. If she kept it up, I thought she could be deep-throating me in just a few weeks.

But as it turns out, I'd underestimated her.

==

Just one day before I was expecting to see her again, on the next Thursday, she approached me in public.

I was hanging out with some friends in front of school, just after class had gotten out, when she walked up to me and told me she needed to talk, privately. My friends were stunned. I wasn't very close to them, or anyone really, but they all knew how much of a bitch she was. Not just to me, but to pretty much everyone except her closest friends, a group that I'd certainly never been a part of.

I was honestly too shocked to reply, not knowing how to act. I could do nothing but let myself be led away by the arm.

She took me aside and whispered in my ear,

"My house is empty all day. If you want, you can come over later and we can...continue things." she said.

I stepped back to look at her. This was the first time she'd brought up our little meetings outside of my bedroom. She bit her lip nervously, then leaned in again.

"Please...I really can't wait until tomorrow...just let me try today. I'm...I'm getting wet right now, just talking to you. I can't take it any more."

I was shocked that she was being so bold, saying all this out in the open. I didn't know how to react.

"Shit...there's Rose, look just...I'll be waiting for you, if you want to come over. Please."

She walked up to Rose. They talked for a few seconds, then Jessica took off in the opposite direction.

Rose spotted me and walked over.

"Apparently Jessica hasn't been feeling well. Have you noticed her being a little off lately?"

I shrugged.

"I hope she's not coming down with something." she said.

==

I wasn't sure whether or not to go over to her place. It felt a little like she would be in control if I went where she told me to. But the way she'd asked...so meek, and pleading.

"I'll be waiting for you, if you want..."

I'd thought maybe another week of denial would be enough, but apparently she couldn't handle that. I decided to go with it. I showered and changed my clothes, and left the house an hour later.

I knew where she lived, it was only a few minutes walk away from my house.

She was completely ecstatic that I'd decided to come. She invited me in and locked the door behind me. She seemed so subservient, even in her own home. She offered me something to eat or drink, she took my jacket off for me, asked me again if I wanted anything. But I didn't want to waste time.

We headed up to her bedroom.

I hadn't been in it since we were kids, but it looked pretty much the same. A few things were different, like the double bed in the middle of the room, and the computer desk in the corner with a big swivel chair. Her computer was a few years old, and judging by how neat and tidy the whole area was, compared to her other desk in the corner which was covered with note books, I assumed she didn't use it much.

She still had that heavy wooden bookcase that I remembered, filled with all sizes and types of different books. They'd been mostly children's or young teen books before, but now almost half them looked weirdly like textbooks.

She was so excited about me being here. At first I thought she was just desperate, so much so that she was willing to invite me here just to try again a day sooner, even if she didn't have a chance, but the confidence in her smile told me otherwise.

She really thought she could do it.

"You're really eager to try again, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yep." she said lightly.

She sat me down on her computer chair, and began to undo my belt buckle.

I stopped her hands with mine.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I said.

She was confused for a second, but then realised what I meant.

"Oh...right..." she said.

I nodded.

She slowly began to undress, not making eye contact. I thought she'd gotten used to stripping in front of me by now, but she seemed so much more nervous, more humiliated, than when we were in my room.

Her blinds were drawn, but not her curtains. Her body was even more unbelievable in the soft daylight.

She soon stood completely naked, hands by her sides, waiting for me to instruct her. Her earlier nervousness had disappeared, replaced by the strange gleam of confidence she usually had when she got naked.

I think she enjoyed undressing for me. I didn't know whether it was the pride she had in her body, or just a desire to please me.

I gestured to my crotch, and she went back to where she was before, on her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt. She pulled my pants around my ankles and my cock sprang free, almost fully erect already. Something about doing this here, in her room, was really turning me on.

She began by kissing and stroking my cock, like always. Every time it seemed to take her a little while just to get over how big it was. The way she stroked it with her fingers, and held it against her cheek, always so gentle and admiring, as if worshipping it.

She licked me until I was fully erect, then she started gently sucking around the head. Her lips had made a seal around my cock head, and she sucked in her cheeks and started bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm. This felt different from what she normally did, somehow. The pressure inside her mouth was just a little more intense.

She pulled back after a few minutes.

"I want to show you something." she said.

She stood up and walked around her bed to her drawers. She opened the bottom one, dug around and pulled out a long object.

It was a cucumber.

"This is what I've been using for practice." she said.

She grinned and walked back over to me, kneeling in front of me again.

She held the vegetable up against my cock. The cucumber was about 2 inches shorter, and a good deal thinner.

She laughed.

"I couldn't find a bigger one." she said.

She threw it on the floor and got back to work.

She started again with kissing and licking, and soon progressed to the new thing she'd been doing earlier, with her lips clamped firmly around the top and her head bobbing steadily up and down. This time she was swirling her tongue around the tip in time with the rhythm of her head. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed a handful of her hair. I didn't pull it hard, just tugged on it.