The Wanton Butterfly

Without a doubt, Jared knew what favor JoJo wanted. The way the flushed brunette's panting bounced her breasts under her sweatshirt sent an electric current to his groin. Her intense sexual craving radiated off her body. Still, using every ounce of willpower, Jared shook his head.

"Jo, no, we can't."

"But I need it, Jared!" she whined, staring at him with hunger. "My body feels on fire."

"You should wait. Find a boyfriend, someone you can date afterward."

Cocking her head to the side, the wild-looking teen appeared ready to snap. Studying his face while sniffing the air, an eerie smile formed on her face.

"Nuh-uh, you want it. I can tell."

"Listen, losing your virginity should be special. Don't give in to lust," her childhood friend pleaded with her. Despite his words, his cock's slow rejuvenation revealed his inner turmoil.

Sliding off the mattress until her feet touched the ground, JoJo gave Jared a moment of hope. Spinning around, her eyes burned lasers into him. Reaching down to her waist, the sexually starved brunette lifted her bulky sweatshirt up and over her head.

Jared gasped loudly, his cock twitching sharply as JoJo's nearly nude upper body appeared. Fighting to focus on the freckles around her neck and shoulders, his eyes inevitably failed him, honing in on her shockingly sexy bra. The black demi bra worked to push up and out her ample breasts, creating a look straight from his dreams. Yet, even in his craziest fantasies, the big-titted seductress wasn't JoJo. JoJo was just JoJo up until tonight. Now, his mind worked on rewiring his assessment of his old friend.

My gawd! She's been hiding those under her loose tops? I knew she wasn't flat-chested, but those might be D-cups. And her stomach! Gawddamn! Now that's toned!

Continuing her disrobing, JoJo unbuttoned her pants but turned around as an old idea struck her. Looking over her shoulder at him on the bed, she began to shimmy the jeans down to the floor. Once they were down to her ankles, they were kicked to the side. Still, meeting Jared's eyes over her shoulder, JoJo gave him a long wink, signaling the show's start. A routine she had practiced countless times in her mind, and on several occasions in her bedroom, for the day she seduced a boy.

Bending straight over until her palms were planted on the hardwood floor, JoJo displayed her ass to the tied-up teenager. Jared's mouth drooled at the picture painted before him. Encased in a pair of tight, lace boyshorts, an ass molded by hours upon hours of soccer beckoned him forward. If his hands hadn't been tied, then they would've caressed, squeezed, and slapped those firm cheeks. But his hands were tied, leaving his head to lean as far as possible to admire this hidden treasure.

Sliding her figure back up, JoJo arched her back for a special effect. Spinning around, she displayed her tantalizing, skimpily attired body to him. A lone finger slid between her lips, wetting it before the digit began a slow-moving journey down her neck until it reached her chest. There the lone traveler descended into the melon valley until it reached a wall of lace. Tugging with slight pressure, the virgin seductress offered a peek of the flesh that lay hidden.

"Do you like my outfit?" the teenager purred, sending tingles down his spine. "Last night, Whitney and Mrs. Tarver gave me an undie makeover. You should have seen it; I learned some new skills. Unexpected skills," she added with another wink.

Only able to nod at her question, Jared watched as JoJo cupped her boobs, giving them a little bounce. Leaving him wanting to see more of those mounds of flesh, the brunette turned again until her back faced him. Having perfected the teasing, over-the-shoulder look, after numerous attempts late at night in her bedroom mirror, JoJo felt confidence ooze through her body.

"It's Whitney's, by the way. And it feels magical to wear. Almost as if part of her sexual essence has been captured in the fabric. I feel the desire to be a sex kitten. Your sex kitten, Jared."

For a split second, Jared pictured Whitney in the black lace bra and panties. That image got wiped away as JoJo began a snail-paced descent of the black bottoms. Millimeter after millimeter of her ass cheeks and crack became unwrapped to its first man. When they reached the apex of her curve, she paused to gaze into his eyes.

Proud that Jared looked primed to attack her, JoJo raised her hands up the smooth, tight skin of her back. Eyes still locked, her hands performed the seemingly magical act so many girls were experts at, releasing the hooks of the brassiere.

"Are you sure you don't want to pop this cherry?" she asked, emphasizing the word pop with a similar sound from her mouth.

With his mind blown over how JoJo seemed to have transformed from a quiet, insecure girl to a sexually aggressive creature, Jared could only mumble several incoherent words.

Sliding her hands back down to her rump, JoJo resumed the slow descent of the black panties. Noting that Jared's long, thick cock hard risen again to almost full-mast, she smiled to herself. The power she felt over such an experienced lover took her own level of horniness to heights never felt before.

Once the thin, lace material cleared her tush, the brunette let it fall to her ankles. Kicking over towards her blue jeans, she brought her hands back to her bra. Sliding the straps down her shoulders, she added that article of clothing to the pile. Then, taking a deep breath, she swung around.

A goddess stood before Jared. Having once seen a painting of Venus, the Roman goddess of beauty, sex, and fertility, he wondered if this was a divine moment in his life. Flawless skin, sprinkled with freckles, called to him to pray at her feet. A pair of gravity-defying breasts, capped with pink nipples, waited to be milked someday. A light covering of brown hair called attention to her tight treasure that yearned to be filled and inseminated, thus bringing forth new life.

Once his eyes had their initial fill of her splendid beauty, Jared noticed that JoJo's eyes were shut tight. Also, she appeared to be taking quick, shallow breaths. Her hands fidgeted at her sides as she swayed slightly on her feet. The gorgeous goddess was nervous.

"Joanne, you are a goddess. The most beautiful creature I've ever seen, on the inside as well as the outside," Jared reassured her.

"Y-You...you mean it?" she asked, opening her eyes to peek at him. Her face and voice displaying her insecurity. The confident sex kitten reverted back to his longtime friend.

"I mean it," he replied, brightening her face with a relieved smile.

"So, will you...uh, be my first."

"Every part of me wants to, but you should wait. Find a guy that's special," Jared said, surprising himself with the willpower he showed.

"But you are special! I want my first to be someone I love. Not that I'm in love with you! I'm totally not! But I love you as a friend...and I trust you," JoJo explained, covering her breasts with an arm, not comfortable standing naked in front of a boy for very long.

"You sure you wouldn't prefer Sean or Newt?"

"Absolutely not! Sean's, well, Sean. And Newt has no clue about sex. Heck, at least I watch porn all the time."

"All the time?" Jared asked in amusement, causing her to blush.

"At least a lot," she admitted, looking down at the floor. "Please, Jared. Please, show me how to have sex."

"Okay, I'll do--whoa!" he exclaimed as she launched herself in joy onto the bed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" JoJo responded profusely, kissing him on each cheek. Then as if a flip had been switched, her insecure, troubled face transformed again into the confident, sex kitten. "I want this cooch cork to plug me up, filling me with all your buttermilk."

Despite himself, Jared laughed out loud.

"D-Did I do--say something wrong?" JoJo asked, the doubts and nervousness rising back up.

"Maybe lay off the porn dialogue a little, okay."

Nodding in full agreement to whatever her new teacher wanted, JoJo reached to take hold of his hard bobbing cock. With a firm grip around it, she suddenly looked indecisive again.

"Um, how do I...what way should I..."

"Maybe untie my hands first," Jared instructed her.

"But I like having you tied up! It feels kinky," JoJo whined.

"It might be, but for your first time, I want to make sure we do it right. And for that, I need to be involved," he explained.

Reluctantly agreeing, JoJo crawled up his body, making sure to rub her tits against his face before she veered off to one of the bedposts. There she struggled to untie the knot that Lana used.

"What's the problem?"

"I can't get it. Jeez, how many knots did Lana put this in?" she groaned in frustration.

"Try the other one; then, I'll see if I can help."

JoJo did that, making sure to rub her tits across his chest on the pass to the other bedpost. Once again, she couldn't get the knot undone, even after using her teeth.

"Screw this!" the brunette spat out. Jumping off the bed, she retrieved the big pair of scissors, quickly cutting Harvey's sex scarves away from his wrists.

"Shit, I'm going to have to buy Mr. Diamond more of those," Jared remarked, wondering how that talk would go down.

"He's got plenty of money. So, now what?"

"Uh, my legs?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "Not gonna do that."

"Fine, scoot up here. No, higher. I want to taste you."

Giddily, JoJo did just that. Sliding her ass across his chest until she placed her wet, needy pussy against his face. Jared attempted to take a moment to admire the glistening slit, but an impatient JoJo shoved it into his face.

"Mm-hmm! Yeah, just like that," the virgin moaned, his tongue swiping along the outside of her slit.

Nostrils flaring, Jared inhaled the scent of his friend. To him, she smelled exquisite. Every aspect of her body appeared to be perfection to his eyes and tongue. Wanting more, he began to dart his tongue inside those lower lips.

"Oh, yes! Ravage me with your thick, dickish tongue!" JoJo exclaimed, her words slipping back into the fake world of pornography that excited her greatly. "Fuck me with that slithering spear!"

Grinning at the sweet girl's sudden turn back to filth, Jared lapped away at her honeypot. He quickly noticed that whenever he pushed his tongue inside her virgin hole, JoJo's body shook with intense shivers. Understanding those trembles portended a seismic event, he searched out her clit.

"Fuckity freaking fuuucckkkkk!!!" screeched the inflamed tigress, his tongue flicking her bliss button. "Shitty stinking shheeitt!"

Encourage by her string of curses, Jared attacked her clitoris. The increased effort nearly ended him as her soccer-honed legs squeezed his head like a boa constrictor. Using all of his strength, he pried those twin weapons apart and shoved her off.

"No! I'm sooo close!" JoJo clamored, crawling back toward her cuntlicker. Instead, the effort failed as the muscular teen pushed her back onto his chest.

"I want you to cum on my cock. You want that?"

"Fuck yeah!" she squealed in agreement, scooting down his body further. Grabbing hold of her favorite new toy, JoJo positioned it for the big plunge. Locking eyes with her childhood friend, she offered up an old suggestion from their younger days. "Let's play!"

"Holy..." Jared gasped as the tight pussy enveloped his shaft.

"Stuff...soooo stuffed," huffed JoJo.

"You--ugh--okay?" he asked, straining to keep his eyes open.

Nodding, JoJo slid her body back up.

"Take...your TIMMMEE!" he shrieked as the vice-like cunt slammed back down.

"Big...sooo biiiigg!" the firecracker sizzled.

"Shhiiittt!" Jared groaned, realizing that, unlike other virgins he deflowered, JoJo wasn't hesitating one iota. Having an idea of what that meant with the porn-loving girl, he inquired, "How...big is your--ahh--dildo?"

"Big, very big," his partner moaned, working her way back up for another skydive.

"No...rhythm...start a rhythm," Jared instructed, the once-virgin.

"Aight," she acknowledged.

Gripping her amazing asscheeks, Jared began to help move the teenage girl's body up and down in the rhythm he knew would be best. Still, the energetic athlete on his lap fought to go faster and harder.

"Take...ugh...time."

"Later...wanna...needa...cum," panted the riding girl.

My personal Red Riding Hood, Jared mused, thinking back to her Halloween costume from childhood. That caused him to chuckle.

"Think...funny...show...you," JoJo gasped, her body glazed in sweat.

"No," he replied, his firm grip forcing her to pause. "You're my Little Red Riding Hood."

The look of annoyance on her face washed away, replaced by beaming joy.

"Yes, I am! I'm your Red Riding Hood, Mister Big Bad Wolf," JoJo informed her wolf, freeing her body from his hands. Immediately, she resumed her gyrations.

Jared took a moment to admire the sight atop him. The joy-filled face of JoJo, framed with wet, wild hair. The bouncing of those marvelous, once-secret D-cups that called to him to squeeze and suckle. The toned muscles rippling throughout her body, the ones that allowed her to ride him at a pace that would wind other girls.

Giving in to his desires, Jared reached up to palm those squeezable, swinging sweet tits. Undoubtedly, JoJo loved the attention he gave those two globes that usually caused her such consternation.

"Yes, maul me, Mister Wolf, maul me!"

"No stopping at Grandma's house today, huh, Red?" Jared joked, getting into his character.

"Grandma's going to be sooo disappointed," JoJo managed to say between moans. "Ooh!"

The jockeying girl's extra moan came from Jared's mouth, latching onto one of her pink nipples. Licking, sucking, suckling, the teenage boy could imagine milk flowing from them someday. Surprisingly, that thought further aroused him.

"Ravage me, Mister Wolf!" Came the response as he switched to nibbling on her other nipple. "Turn me into a beast too!"

"You wanna be, Mrs. Wolf?"

"No! I wanna be a tigress! Miss Tigress!"

JoJo couldn't explain later as to why that imagery inflamed her passions. Perhaps it had to do with how many times Iona O'Hara, her good friend and teammate, teased her with that nickname. Spurred on by that fervor, the rider began to gallop on her steed. The slapping of skin on skin echoed around the room. Moans and groans were interspaced by JoJo's porn-inspired words.

"Plug my twat!"

"Pop that cum gun!"

"Sprinkle my sugar cookie!"

Later some of those lines would bring a smile to Jared's face, but in the present, he struggled to stave off his orgasm. Letting go of her bouncing breasts, he gripped the sheets at his sides.

"Going to blow soon, kitten," he warned.

"Me too! Almost...yes, yes...there."

As the countdown entered the final stretch, a thought buried in the back of his head until now sprung forward.

"Jo...ugh...protect...ion?"

"Don't stop!"

"Pill...you...ugh...pill?"

"...matter."

Alarmed by what he thought she implied, Jared grabbed her waist. Attempting to pull her off his cock, the fiery brunette slapped his hands away, never missing a beat on her ride.

"JoJo!"

"Don't...care!"

The suddenly frightened teen tried to roll her off, but his still tied legs ruined that idea. Having no way to leverage his superior strength over the smaller girl, Jared shouted one last plea.

"Gonna cum! Get--"

"Sperm me! Sperrrmmm mmmmeeeee!" JoJo wailed as orgasmic bliss hit her being.

"Fuck iiitt!" Jared bellowed, his seed splashing against the inner walls of her pussy.

The feeling of those hot ropes of baby-creating sperm filling her pussy, along with the knowledge of what might happen, blew JoJo's mind. The ensuing howl of pleasure and fear rang out, filling the bedroom and seeping out into the cabin.

Collapsing forward, the frazzled sex kitten latched her mouth onto her lover's, sharing their first kiss.