The Muse

Part Four

While Josie and her folks were away on their college tour, I busied myself with work, and continued doing more sketching in my free time, now that I had something to draw. I liked to draw birds and other graceful creatures, but once in a while my pen happened upon an image of her. One of these ended up on my wall.

Josie texted me multiple times a day, updating me on what they were up to, giving me notifications on her masturbation schedule, her intimate thoughts and sending me 'selfies' of various degrees of smut. As an adult, I was never much of a texter, so my responses were more encouraging and supportive than lengthy.

I certainly appreciated the pictures though, and made sure she knew that. She began to figure out the things that really drove me crazy, but with her it was just about everything. I had a particular fondness for her cameltoe and ass in tight shorts, as well as her belly button, apparently.

She told me all about an evening her mom had set up with Adam, in which he cornered her a couple of times and propositioned her. He had been persistent, and eventually, she had to set him straight: she had a boyfriend who fucked her all the way to paradise and made her come for half an hour at a time. I quote.

That did the job, especially when she told him her boyfriend was forty, although she'd regretted that in case he said something to Emma. I corrected her and told her I was actually forty-three, which she laughed at and attached all these pictures, which it turned out are called emojis.

I sent her snapshots of a few of the sketches that I'd made since she'd been gone. They were mostly of her; simple portraits, as I was experimenting with minimalism. She said she loved them and wanted them all, and that she would keep them in her secret stash along with the 'hot one' as she called it.

She informed me that she wanted some triple-x ones done, and I told her there would be a commission fee. Would I accept the fee in trade for pussy, she asked, and I said we could come to some arrangement. This had become a truly magical affair, and I didn't bother worrying about the certainty of the end.

Josie and her parents were heading back the next day, which was a Sunday. I wondered when I might see Josie, and thought about if she might want to start hanging out at mine a little. I spent my Saturday cleaning my apartment, doing laundry and getting groceries in. I tried to contribute to the Kovar household as well, so bought some booze and snacks for them.

I was feeling antsy so I went for a jog, then came home and showered. As I was stepping out, I could hear that someone was knocking on my door. I went to answer it, a towel wrapped around my waist, water still dripping off my shoulders and chest. "Just a sec," I called out. It was probably my neighbor Chuck with an update on the HOA architectural contract or something equally exciting.

I opened the door and there were three teenage girls standing there. One of them was this punk looking specimen with pink hair, black lipstick, a nose ring and black clothing with patches and chains and other stupid shit. The other girl was black, pretty, with short, tight curls, and was wearing a torn up Zeppelin t-shirt. The third girl was Josie.

"Well, hello Mr. Jones, the punk rock chick said and walked past me and into the main room. Led Zeppelin girl followed, and Josie stood in the hallway with the naughtiest little grin on her face that I'd ever seen. She was wearing a cut off t-shirt, at least three sizes too small and tight glittery silver hot pants that ought to have been illegal. She had her hair up in pigtails and was sucking on a lollipop, her toes pronate.

Josie walked up to me, gave me a little peck on the lips and walked through to join her friends. They all stood there looking at me like I was a monkey in the zoo, as I pushed the door shut. "I should change," I said, acutely aware of my state of half-nakedness.

"Or not," punk rock girl answered and they all giggled. Evidently Josie had filled them in on my sexual prowess. I walked back into the bedroom, keeping the door slightly ajar. I could hear them all giggling, talking effusively and generally creating chaos.

"Make yourselves comfortable. Drinks are in the fridge," I called to them. I changed into jeans and a casual t-shirt. Upon exiting, I almost expected to find them all naked.

I entered the living room and Josie jumped on me, arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I supported her ass as she kissed me deeply and slowly. She started making little noises of satisfaction and I looked over at the other two, seated on my couch with amused looks on their faces. Punk girl was leafing through all my sketches.

Josie kept on kissing me. "I missed you I missed you I missed you," she said with adorable urgency.

"I missed you too, Josephine. How was your trip?" I said trying to sound affectionate and cool at the same time. "I thought you were home tomorrow...?"

"Oh oh oh uh uh uh, Mr. Jones, oh fuck me fuck me fuck me with your giant cock," Zeppelin girl said and the two of them collapsed in laughter. Josie stopped kissing me, dismounted and sat in between them.

"Sorry, Mike," she said. "I didn't think these two sluts would be such assholes," she went on, punching them both on the arms. All three of them giggled and cuddled, and I still felt like a lowly specimen in some Logan's Run-type sci-fi dystopia where the patriarchy had finally been smashed.

"You'll have to sketch me," punk rock girl said, and I ignored her.

"Drink?" I offered, then noticed all three of them had helped themselves to beers. They all held them up, then clinked and took swigs. I sat down on a chair opposite, the only way I thought I could ease my self-consciousness. But of course I was thrilled to see my gal.

"Well, this is a nice surprise," I went on. I stood up, went to the fridge and let the cold air lower my pulse. I pulled out a beer, opened it and downed half. I went back to sit down and Josie leapt onto my lap and put her arms around my neck, then put her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, Mr. Jones," punk rock girl said. "We hear you deflowered our girl Josie."

"Mmmmm yes he did," Josie interrupted cutely, kissing my neck and face.

"Well, I..." I started to say.

"And made her come till she saw a vision of her own creation," Zeppelin girl chimed in. The two of the them started play-acting orgasming, fondling each other, recreating Josie's moments of climax. I started to reply, but Josie cut me off.

"Mmmm yes and being without him has been so so so so terrible," so continued kissing me, then grabbed my dick. These girls really had no secrets or boundaries.

After a minute of blissful awkwardness, Josie relaxed, stopped all her love play and turned to her friends. "This is Jessica and Julie, by the way," she said and cuddled into me.

"Jess," punk rock girl said.

"Jules," Zeppelin girl said.

"Jules et Jess, I see," I said, and astonishingly the arthouse French cinema reference was lost on everybody in the room under twenty years old. The two of them stood up as if controlled by one mind.

"OK, Mr. Jones," Jessica said. "We'll leave you alone to hammer this little babe into oblivion for the rest of the night."

Josie jumped up and gave them both big hugs. "Thank you, darlings," she said. "Now leave us so this man can take horrible advantage of me."

"Finally we'll get a break from hearing all about your majestic rooster and your electric tongue and about what an amazing fuck you are and what a fucking god's gift you are to all women and all the rest of it," Julie said.

"For an hour or so, anyway," Jess completed her thought and all three of them fell about laughing.

"The Three Js," I muttered and shook my head at the Tasmanian Devil-like anarchy this trio must cause everywhere they went. Jessica and Jules opened the door to leave.

"Don't forget to eat her pussy, Mr. Jones," Jessica said.

"Oh, don't worry," I replied. "I won't." Josie giggled and wrapped her arms and one leg around me.

"And we expect hourly details," Julie said, pointing at Josie, making the universal hand signal for fucking.

"We'll be back later for the four-way," Jess said, and they left.

"Thanks for dropping Josie off," I called after them, and we were alone. Josie looked at me sweetly. "Wait a second, was she serious?"I asked, but Josie ignored me and changed the subject.

"You wanna get right down to it or do something much less fun first?" she asked me, and it seemed like she'd answered her own question.

"Whatever Josie wants, Josie gets," I replied and she gave me a sly grin. Getting down on her knees in front of me, Josie unzipped me, and pulled out my cock. Before I could even speak, she took me in her mouth and started giving me slow but deep head. "Baby..." I managed to say and stroked her hair gently.

"Oh god, I missed your dick," she said, and after a minute or two of unimaginable bliss, Josie sensed my growing excitement and stopped. "I've noticed that I can make you come pretty quickly when I do this to you," she said looking up at me, playing with my balls.

"Well, yes," I replied, half in a daze. "You're really good at it." She then resumed her blow job with casual efficiency.

"Your cock is the best thing ever," she said, again taking a break. "Aside from your mind," she said and smiled. She went down on me again.

"You'd better stop, babe," I said and she did, understanding what I meant. Josie smiled, stood up, took my hand and sat me down on the couch. I touched her everywhere, paying special attention to her shorts and the little surprises barely hidden by her tiny shirt.

"It's lovely to see you, Josie," I said at last. "I'm sorry if I was nonplussed before. I mean, it was a surprise. And with all three of you, it was a lot of information to process, I..."

"You're perfect, Mike," Josie said. "I felt so proud to be your lover. You made a great impression," she said, fondling my dick.

"The pigtails and lollipop was a nice touch," I said and continued to feel up all her best parts.

"Too much?"

"I mean, as far as sex appeal goes, everything about you is too much. I mean that as a compliment," I replied.

"Oh, like I'm a total sex bomb, is that what you're saying, Jones?" she whispered.

"Precisely," I replied. Josie paused and stood up, positioning those extraordinary shorts six inches from my face.

"Wanna fuck me in here or in the bedroom?" she said, pulling a girly pose. I couldn't really answer. "Or in here and then in the bedroom, with a stop in the kitchen? Hmmm?" she went on. I became mute and just pointed at the bedroom. "Come on then, boy," she said, and I stood up, my dick pointing at her belly.

Josie giggled, grabbed my cock, and led me into the bedroom using my large member as a sort of baton. She pushed me down on the bed and sat astride me, kissing me deeply. Since the other girls were gone, so were my inhibitions and I was able to give her all the attention she deserved.

"I'm so wet for you," she whispered in my ear and I felt between her legs all the way from her ass to her clit. "Oh baby, yes," she said. "Touch me." I obliged and felt like I was in my very own porn film.

"As much as I regret saying this, Josie, I think we're going to have to peel off those shorts."

"What? These little things?" she said with mock innocence. "But then you'll be able to do whatever you want with me and I'll be completely powerless to stop you," she went on, grinding her ass on my cock.

"If you're willing to take that chance, so am I. But I can't promise that I won't try it on with you," I said, but Josie didn't reply, clearly ready to move onto the post-chat phase of our afternoon. She slid off me a little and rolled down her shorts. She didn't have panties on underneath.

She pushed me down on the bed, got on the floor and pulled down my jeans. I moved up the bed. Josie didn't mess around with smiling or pleasantries, and just jumped up and sat on my dick. She sat there and wriggled, as I lay back and marveled at this remarkable beauty in her little shirt, pigtails and not much else.

"You need to warm up first, Jo?" I asked her and made a move to lay her down, but she resisted.

"No, I'm ready for you," she said breathlessly, picking up my cock and positioning it under her. Putting her weight on me, she guided me in, wriggling around to accommodate my full length inside her. "Ohhhh... yes. There it is," she whispered, her eyes shut in total self-indulgent concentration. I held her around the tiny waist as she started grinding on me.

"There's that feeling again," she said to herself, moving her ass up and down on my pole. She put her arms above her head, exposing those perfect pointy orbs of young flesh from under her shirt. She rode me, making sounds of unabashed pleasure, brazenly moaning and sighing as if she was finally free of her cage.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," she yelled as her orgasm rose inside her, while I did my absolute best to sustain myself. She came and it was like someone coming up for air after being trapped under ice. She made some high noises that didn't sound quite natural but were still the essence of femininity. This carried on with varying degrees of pitch and intensity for a minute or two.

I felt like I couldn't last any longer, and as I knew she'd climaxed, I took initiative and brought this brief session to a conclusion. I picked her up, threw her on her back and lay over her, all the while, keeping my cock inside her. She let out a wild cry, and looked at me as if we were ancient ancestors fucking in a temple of fire and fertility and she was an offering of pagan sacrifice.

She put her arms above her head, grabbed my bed post and lay there gasping, "fuck me fuck me fuck me," until I impaled her deeply and came inside her soft box. It was like impregnating Aphrodite herself, or that's what it felt like. By my standards and experience, that had been high energy lovemaking. Our movements and exclamations slowed and diminished over the course of a minute as Josie clung onto my arms and back.

I pulled out and lay down, my head on her breast. She wrapped one leg around me and held me tight. Her breathing remained fast, her skin glowing with moisture, and I could hear her heart beating against my chest. We lay there in stunned silence, recovering from an ordeal, for the next five minutes or so.

I saw Josie's skin had goosebumps, so I picked her up and laid her under my bed clothes, and joined her. This time, she lay with her head on my chest, nestling in the warm shelter of my bed and arms. Our pulses returned to normal and Josie gazed at me with a knowing smile.

"Divine mother of all creation," Josie muttered. "That was another eleven," she went on and we both laughed at our own apparent genius in the art of sex.

"You are my dream girl, Josie," I said to her, but no words would ever be sufficient. I did feel however, that much that I was feeling was expressed in the act we just performed.

"I thought I remembered what that felt like, but it wasn't until I had you inside that it was really there for me again. And now, I'm only left with an impression. I think this is how addiction begins," she said. "I seriously forgot how good it was last time. I think my waking mind can't fathom it. What you do to me is inexplicable, Mike," she went on. "I need to text my girls immediately but I can't move," she said, and collapsed.

I looked at the time, hoping I could recharge for another round before she had to go. It was 6pm. "When do you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, let's see," she thought about it for a moment. "Um... around eight o'clock," she responded and I felt a little disappointed. I hadn't even got to taste her.

"OK, well, that gives us two hours."

"Oh no, you misunderstood. That's eight o'clock on Tuesday morning," she replied. It was Saturday.

"What?" I said in surprised delight.

"Yes, that's right," she said. "I'm yours all tonight, all tomorrow, all Monday and Tuesday morning. You can make an excuse to miss work on Monday," she informed me matter-of-factly.

"As far as my parents are concerned I'm hanging out with Jessica for the weekend, then going to work on Tuesday straight from hers."

"Now that I think about it, I could probably switch my shift on Tuesday, unless you think you'll have had enough of fucking me by then," she continued. A thousand lifetimes wouldn't be enough, and I told her so.

"I'm fucking starving," she said then, her mind racing.

"Let's eat," I said and we hopped out of bed and got dressed to go out.

"I'll text the girls first. I promised. In exchange for the drop off," Josie said and picked up her phone, which had been lying on my living room floor. She started typing and singing a song ('I just sat a dick and came, do do do do do'), then said, "that ought to do it," throwing me the phone, knowing I would ask to see.

It read: 'standing blow job living room, pussy and tit rub couch, cowgirl, mish bedroom 15 minute mindfuck orgasm 11/10' - it was fantastic to see the last half an hour of my life summarized in such a manner.

"y'know, Josephine," I would normally take my time with you and make it last," I said by way of an apology for the semi-quickie.

"Are you seriously saying sorry to me right now for the best fuck any girl has ever been given, Mr. Jones?" she replied. I looked at her incredulously. "Ever," she repeated. "And anyway, I needed to get that out of my system. I really didn't have time for screwing around," she stopped, the both of us acknowledging her choice of words. "I just needed that cock in me immediately."

"Cool," I said and nodded like I hadn't become some kind of sex god to this astonishing young woman. "Let's go."

"Oh fuck. I can't go out like this," Josie said. "I look like some kinda Xanadu Charlie's Angels fan-fic erotica dream sequence." This made me laugh out loud.

"You may not have thought this through," I said, retrieving a long coat from my closet. She put it on and snuggled up. It didn't exactly fit, but did the job.

"Remember those little pink panties with the flower?" Josie said and cracked up. "Oh my god, your face. That was next-level hilarious."

"Oh yes, I remember," I replied. "That one is permanently stored away in the vaults. But I think I'm reaching capacity."

"You'll have to delete all your old girlfriends," Josie said, kissed me and smiled. I already had.

We left the apartment and went out to eat at a nearby diner. After that fuck we both needed greasy fries, a fatty burger and a milkshake. We sat down, Josie took off the coat and gave me some selected highlights from her trip, but I didn't get the sense that she actually wanted to leave the state to go to college.

She looked amazing sitting opposite me. She had this sweet girlishness about her, but the look of a bountiful woman, glowing with life. Her cheeks were flushed, her bosom looked proud and her manner of sitting and speech now held an elevated countenance. She appeared not quite of this world.

"Hon," Josie said. "I really didn't think this through. I only brought my toothbrush, my pills and my wallet, um..."

"Let's go clothes shopping tomorrow," I interrupted, so she didn't have to ask. "And whatever else you need."

"Great. I saved up some tips from work, so should be able to..." she looked up at me then stopped talking when she saw me shaking my head. "Mike..." she began to speak again, but I raised a finger in the air and that was the end of that discussion. I wanted to spoil her.

Her phone 'pinged', but she ignored it, holding my hand instead. "If that's one of the Js, I want to see," I said. It was. The phone 'pinged' again, then a few more times: 'jealous' was Jessica's first message, then 'srsly' from Julie. Jessica then wrote: 'never been fucked like that and i've been fucked a lot' she wrote and both Josie and I laughed. Julie replied: 'yup. I'd put my best at about a 6, slightly above the intensity of a sneeze.'