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Jewel, Part 1
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"Jewel"
My name is Jewel Regnaud. I'm going to start off with a simple
statement, think what you want, to be true, I don't give a shit what you
think of me. That much I got from my Pere, well, my adopted Pere. I have
always been sexually motivated, excited, whatever you want to call it, I
never have taken offense at being called a slut or a whore, because
frankly I guess I am. Oh well! I do what I want to do, and no one should
ever dare make judgements about me especially since I am happy with my
life, I might like to be a little richer on the day to day, you know, out
to dinner, a monthly trip to Brazil or Spain and such, but I ain't doing
too bad.
I was born and raised in DeGris, Louisiana, where my pere is the
Deacon, and my mere, is a "proper" housewife. Life in DeGris was a
special Hell for me growing up. I had my rules, and I followed them,
never going against the wishes of my Pere, going to church every Sunday,
without fail, and helping Mere in the kitchen everyday, so Pere would get
something home-cooked at six o'clock every day when he got back home from
the oil fields. DeGris might still be there, we just called it that since
a bunch of my cousins, the DeGris part of the family, had all moved from
the hell that is Metairie, a suburb across the lake from New Orleans, to
the oil fields about 60 miles south, set up a mess of trailers and called
it home for a while. I tell you, you never want to go down there, there
ain't nothing like oil drilling white trash, and my family was them
incarnate!
I still had cousins in New Orleans, but Pere and Mere wouldn't let
me go see them much, said they was godless, not going to church and all,
and living right on St Charles St, not in the suburbs where god is
apparently alive and well, and shopping every saturday at the strip mall.
They was the Regnaud's. They always lived in that big place on St.
Charles in the Quarter, and I come to find out that Jacqueline Regnaud was
my real Mere, when I was 17. To hear the tale, she was 15 and cooking me
in her oven, with no husband and no sure knowing who the daddy was
neither!
I knew I got my "spirit" from somewhere, and to hear the stories
of the Regnaud's, I fit right in. I heard once that a great great,
who-knows-how-far-back uncle Pierre-Claude, back in the 1700's, way before
them Anglos got a grasp on independence, he had a bunch of slaves, he paid
extra for Creole, just cause they had white in their blood. Except, he
had a group of about five of them yellow-skin Creoles running him around
the old Regnaud Plantation, where Tulane is now, with a saddle on his
back, and they would all ride him like some kind a horse! I don't know, I
guess he liked that sort of thing. There was always some good tale about
some Regnaud long passed to better pleasures in heaven.
I left my home in DeGris when I was sixteen, moving to New Orleans
to get to know my natural Mere, Jacqueline. That's when I finally heard
all the crazy stories of the Regnaud's. I didn't need to work, but
sitting on the upper balcony of that house and watching the world go by,
was not for me. I remember my first Mardi Gras, pink crucifixes and beads
stuck in three hundred year-old trees, still waiting for the next party,
men and women, wearing next to nothing, and the Zulu parade, that really
got my juices flowing! Black skin of people who normally was regular
business people, suddenly set to dancing and shouting and singing, swaying
perfect hard chocolate brown bodies, sweating, in the deep wet of the air,
Blessed virgin it was a big ole lagniappe just for me! Oh sorry,
"lagniappe" was always took to be a sort of gift, sometimes from people,
sometimes from heavens. I love New Orleans. I graduated high school, I
got good grades, great even, but as some of y'all can tell, I didn't like
English much, I was much better at French, second language in the family
anyway. And that don't mean nothing dirty or sexy, though if i think
about it a while...
I didn't want to go to college right away, I had a lot of thinking
to do. Jaccqui had set up a college fund for me, and I had plenty of
money for school, when I was ready for it, and of course thay all wanted
me to go to Tulane, to get educated on what was once family property. But
I wanted to get up north, someplace I never saw. I got a job right on
Bourbon Street, where I worked as a waitress in this go-go bar. I wanted
to be dancing, but I ain't as pretty as a lot of the women wanting to
dance. But I wasn't picky, I got a lot of money and dates just by
delivering drinks in a bikini. I got tired of being in NOLA, my Mere and
Pere DeGris, used to come to the Regnaud's and scream the wrath of god
every week, to me and them, so I moved up north, so my momma and daddy
couldn't come up all the time and preach in person, they did just fine on
the phone.
I moved to Washington, DC. I didn't know anybody, and I surely
didn't have a job, but by the first week I had a job as a regular waitress
at the Dixie Grill, I think it was cause they thought my proper French
Arcadian (that's Cajun to a Yankee) upbringing was a Mississippi accent,
insult.
I went to two go-go bars near where my apartment is, in Dupont
Circle with all the pretty gay men, but the clubs there also wanted girls
that looked like models, and I surely don't. I ain't ugly or anything, I
been told that I was sexy, matter of fact, I am damn pretty, runs in the
family. I have long red hair, large breasts, and my ass is pretty fleshy,
but thank god my belly is pretty flat, just a very slight pudge. Coming
from the south, it is amazing that my skin is so white, but I figure it's
from all the Irish blood that's in my family, since the poorer days on
Market street, that's where the red hair comes from, so they tell me.
I started thinking that I had to make my own Regnaud legend. I
knew what I liked, from the very time I lost my cherry to Jericho
Thibodeau at the sweet age of 13, he was 17, if it be known, and I was the
one to seduce him. I had looked at some dirty magazines, left hiding in
the backs of trailers and pickups, out of the tender vision of women and
girls, but the boys, damn the double standard, was all taken to a whore
house at fifteen, because they are then men! Bullshit. I looked up to
the women in magazines and such, and just about worshipped the women in
sex movies, they did what they wanted, and that reminded me of my Mere
Jacqui. I knew I wasn't going to find nothing like that in Washginton,
DC, cause of all the senators and congressmen, none of them was as crooked
as the poiliticians we love in NOLA, we vote for em by the length of their
police records! But I was so very wrong.
I was coming home from work one day, and took a detoiur around
the corner and down a couple blocks to the adult bookstores over by the
National Portrait gallery. I saw this magazine with this woman on the
front cover, she had her legs all spread wide and her pussy was all shaved
and her husband or boyfriend or whatever had his dick stuffed way up in
her pussy. I got wet almost instantly, and I saw that the woman in the
picture was dripping from her pussy, and all that sweet juice was dripping
from the crease of her ass. I bought the magazine, the Hispaniard guy at
the counter giving me a weird look, like he thought he could sleep with me
if he wanted, but I don't go for that, he was too old!
Well, I got the magazine home, and I was looking through it,
looking at all the fun stuff the people was doing, and I got real horny,
so much that when I took off my panties to play with my pretty little
pussy, they was soaking wet. That is a problem I sometimes have. When I
was working in the bikini in Nola, I sometimes had to go to the toilet to
wipe myself up, cause I couldn't control my pussy's creaming. Well
anyway, I stuck my fingers into my wet pussy and diddled my little clitty
till I came screaming to wake the neighbors and call the ambulance! Thank
god they didn't. I kept looking through the magazine, and kept frigging
my little clitty.
I was looking through the classified section and saw all these
phone number back there, local folks looking for women to do all sorts of
stuff, some wanted to be "trained", but I ain't into that, mind you, if a
fella wants to be tough when he's fucking, and wants to wear leather and
all, thats fine by me, as long as nobody gets hurt for real, pretend is
just fine. I saw a bunch of numbers looking for women to be in movies,
and even a couple for women to be strippers for clubs. I got the
impressionthat all these plaaces weren't on the up and up, but I could
have cared less, I had to take that chance. I made six phone calls, two
of them was for stripping, and the others was for x-rated movies. I left
messages at all of them, I guess everybody has that voice-phone-mail now.
The next day I went on to work for a quick lunch shift to fill in
for Sheila, the phone calls I made was all forgotten, cause I was so damn
busy, but when I got home, I had messages on my machine. Two was from the
go-go clubs that I called, wanting an interview the next day, and the
other was this man, Dave, who had a video production company called Extro.
He said in the message that they make specialized videos, and I wanted to
know what that meant so I called him up. He was real nice on the phone
and sounded kind of sexy.
He told me he wanted someone with daring and initiative, he said
that there would be some cases when the people being filmed could get into
trouble, but not like beat up or shot or nothing. He told me all about
this contract I would have to sign if I wanted to be in the movies, and
there would be release forms for every scene that I was in, even if I had
my clothes on. I didn't know nobody here in DC, and I wanted to get into
this business, getting paid for getting laid, I liked the sound of that!
I made a meeting in his office for later that day, enough time to
leave me to kick around my apartment, get a shower and relax a little. I
called the other two places that left messages, one was this place called
Louis' Rogue, and the other was called the Royal Palace. They seemed real
interested in a new dancer, and I really didn't like being a restaraunt
waitress, even to be a cocktail waitress again would be better. I made
appointments for them places for the next thursday, hoping I could get in
for the weekend.
I got dressed to go down to the Extro office in this outfit I
always wore to make men horny, its this catsuit thing that's real low cut
and shows off my titties and deep valley of a cleavage, almost to my
nipples. The thing is real tight, and every curve is visible, especially
with no underwear. I put on my high heels, stilletto with the little .999
fine silver heel points, cause they make that "special" sound, and I went
on down to the "Extro" office. I walked in to that fella Dave's office
and the receptionist lady told me to go right on in.
There He was standing there, memories of the Zulu crews at Mardi
Gras, dancing smooth chocolate, and my pussy started twitching, too much
more of just looking at him, and I was sure to mess my pants! He was
obviously a black guy, real tall with fine smooth dark brown skin. He was
as big as an ox, like he spent his time on a farm or something, of course
I knew he probably got it lifting weights and all that other stuff some of
these northerners find the need to do, a lot more than down south, where a
block away is a drive in a car. He was real polite and introduced
himself, David Carlson.
He told me to sit down, and even asked me if I wanted something to
drink. He had to be from the south, I thought, yankees are just not that
polite. I wanted a soda, and he called his secretary in, she was a short
woman, stacked on top with huge titties, for her size, come to think of
it, her body was just like mine, in miniature, and wearing this skin tight
spandex skirt. The thing was so short it was nearly coming up over her
ass, and when she bent over to get me a soda from this little fridge that
I hadn't noticed, that skirt popped over the bottom of her ass, right to
the top, and she was not wearing no panties! Dave was looking at me when
that woman did that, and I just stared straight at her tanned ass the
whole time she was bent over, and when she turned around before she
straightened her skirt up, I saw that her pretty pussy was shaved except
for a small patch of short hair just over her tender looking slit.
She set the soda down on the fridge, pulled her skirt down, and
then walked on over to give me the soda. She walked on out of there, and
I turned my staring eyes back to Dave. I couldn't wipe the smile off my
face. He asked me what I thought of what Jessica had just done. I told
him I had done the same thing more than once, and went further to tell him
I loved doing it.
To be true, nothing turns me on more than people being able to see
me naked. That pussy creaming condition I was telling you about? Well, I
leak gallons it seems like when I flash somebody I don't know. I used to
sit in the back of my high school classes and lean over my desk letting
the teachers see my deep cleavage and big titties, just to make them
smile. Whenever I did that, I would have to wear tampons to catch all the
juice. Dave showed me this contract he was talking about, and it looked
fine to me, but he kept telling me he would front me lawyer fees to have
one look it over. I read it, and it made all sorts of sense, Gaston, Mere
Jacqui's Pere, used to teach me about legal documents, hoping I would take
an interest in law. It was all in order, and no where did it say I owed
anybody any money.
"That's the premiere law, Cherie, don't owe more than you can
chew, and always make sure somebody owes you more than you owe everybody
else." That's what Grandpere Gaston always told me. Once I signed it, I
would be on call to begin shooting the first of the movies. I went on and
signed the thing, and he took it. He told me that I would be called very
soon to check my availability. I told him right back that I didn't work
that much, and that I never did nothing, so all my time was free. He
laughed and said that he'd call. I kept thinking about all the stuff he'd
want me to do, and I was hoping some of it would be with him. I thought
about all the stories my girlfriend's told me about black dicks, it was
all stories and lies, but still, images of a professional business man
gone "native" ran through my head. I stopped by the adult bookstore and
saw some movies by the Extro company, I saw Dave's face on the back cover
with a woman, but there was no description other than "Dave and Laura Dee
in another daring video!" It didn't have no action shots so I found a
couple more and rented them to look at when I was home.
As soon as I got home, Dave called me up, telling me that a film
crew would be there the next day to start shooting. He told me that I
needed to find some sexy underwear and some street clothes to wear when
they went on location. He mentioned something about jogging shoes, but I
was so excited I wasn't paying no mind. I started looking at the movies
just after I got a sandwich in me for dinner.
The first movie started with Dave standing on the street
someplace, he was talking all about where he was, and then he introduced
this girl. She was pretty, and very fit, cone shaped tits, little ass and
all, wearing a halter top and these real short shorts that was digging
into her butt crack like a g- string. Well, right there on the street, he
stripped off her top and she paraded around and all, and then they saw
somebody coming and he covered her up with this thing that looked like a
short graduation gown. They pretended that they wsa making a video to
send home to mom and dad, and when the guy was gone, she stripped off her
shorts and danced naked on the empty street like that, naked for the
world.
I had to take off my clothes cause I didn't have no panties on,
and I was starting to cream a lot. The movie showed her getting pictures
taken by this woman while she stood in front of this truck, Dave's arm
around her, cupping her tit, and then this other truck went by, stopped
and put the truck in reverse! They were gone before he got back to where
they were and then talked with the camera man, who pretended he was a
cameraman for the state traffic bureau.
More pictures of the woman while she stood naked in front of a
bunch of strangers in the broad daylight! The others went the same way,
but I was finger fucking myself through all of them, I never came so much
in my life with my fingers. I guess that is a good thing about being able
to come easily. That night I went on to sleep and woke up the next
morning early, waiting for the film people to show up. I was real nervous
but kind of excited at the same time. I just kept thinking about all the
people that was going to see me doing the things them other girls was
doing, all over the country, and probably the world!
I drove myself into quite a state by the time the crew got over, I
was shaking nervous, I had tried to use bikini line stuff on my pussy
hair, but I messed up and took all the hair off, so I had to do a thorough
job, and take it off between my buttcheeks too. My little cunny was
dripping in my favorite catsuit by the time everybody got over. My head
was going in circles over all this, and my god was I horny as all hell!
And thankfully, always had been.
Well, Dave showed up with three camera men, Jake, Lewis and Tim,
two still photographers, JoAnn and Chris, John the makeup guy, Steve and
Jessica were the production staff. I was introduced to everybody, they
sat around setting up lights and all that to get ready. Then Dave and
Jake went out to the hall to pretend like they were just showing up. They
came in and Dave introduced me for the filming and then he questioned me
on what I did for a living and where I was from and everything, and then
he asked me if I'm nervous, I say yes in a beat. Well he asks me what
sorts of sexy underwear I had, I showed him some of my things and then he
asked me to put on my favorite. It is this lace half shirt with a little
peice of velcro in the front, just ove my bellybutton, and the same in the
back, its got a little strip of fabric that connects to these two, sort of
like panties. I show it to him, and go into the bathroom to change, and
when I came out he asked me to stand in front of him. I go over to him,
not paying no mind to the people all standing around, and then he starts
rubbing my belly and ass. He slipped a hand underneath the panty fabric
and noticed that my sweet little cunt was bald, he roared happy and ripped
that littl thing right off me, leaving me standing in just the shirt! He
pulled me to him, while he was sitting on the couch and stuck his nose
down between my legs, rubbing the tip across my bald mound. He pushed my
legs apart and my cunny started creaming more!
I didn't give a shit no more how nasty I looked, my cunny dripping
all a mess like that. He stuck his tongue up in my cunt and I just about
blew the roof off cause I came like a frieght train! He kept licking me
sticking his tongue and fingers up deeper in me, I started grinding my
pussy on his face, not even caring if he could breath or not, and in just
a minute or two I was real close to coming again, when he stopped and told
me to turn around. Well, I stood up, flustered and breathing real deep,
like I'd been running, turned and saw all them people standing there
looking at me all naked and dripping, and I came again! just standing
there, holding my arms to each other across my chest, shaking like a leaf.
Dave had pulled down his pants and had his cock in his hands, it
was huge! It was about half as long as my forearm and near as big around!
It was hard and dark brown and real mean looking. I didn't take no
chances that he'd lose some power in that thing and I sat right on his
lap, quickly grabbing that peice of meat and slipping it into my cunt. I
started shaking all before I even got a chance to see how it really felt,
all sheathed up in me, made me think of this friend of mine, telling e
that in Germany, all the names for cock and cunt, derive from sword and
scabbard, or knife and sheath. Who knows, who cares, oh goddamn it felt
so good! I didn't want to wait till he had time for a good come shot for
the camera. I wanted to feel all full up and I just straightened up and
sat right down on his lap, sinking all the way down the beautiful brown
cock.
I looked at all the people in the room and I started pumping that
cock, working my thigh and calf muscles for more than they are worth,
letting my pussy juices flow, looking at everybody dead in the eye, trying
the witch-eye to see what kind of equipment they wasn't showing, yet.
Little drops of my juice made spider web strings between mine and his
thighs, his cock and my cunt as I lifted up and down on him, feeling that
huge thing pump in and out of me, and I started moaning again and I knew
it was too late to stop anything, when I lifted off him, just to the head
of his dick, and sank back down, and came, pumping quicker all the time.
I stuck my finger down between my legs to play with my clitty cause I knew
he was going to come soon and I wanted to again. When I did, I felt how
soaked I was! I felt it down to my knees, all down between my legs and up
my ass crack, was all soaking wet, and I felt the warm stream from the
source itself, bubbling from between my clit and his dick.
I was about to come once more, and David called a cut to the
filming. He helped me up and said that that was a great scene, and that
they would be going on site soon. Dammit, i had to come! I was shaking,
trying to regain my composure, they all packed up, and I was still trying
to calm myself. Dave and all the others went out to the van outside and
told me to compose myself and get ready for the site.
Dave told me to wear some shoes like sneakers or running shoes,
and some street clothes. I didn't pay no mind to all that, cause I didn't
have no sneakers in the first place, so I found my very crotchless fishnet
stockings and my tall black stilletto heels. I didn't want to wear
nothing else, but I did grab a jacket, it was a little chilly out there.
I went on down to the van, and it was packed full. I had to squeeze into
the middle seat between two of the guys. Jake drove till we got to P
street on the west side of the bridge, I think it's officially Georgetown.
Dave told me they were going to the park on the other side to do
some shooting. He told me that there would be 20 spotters scattered all
around the place so we wouldn't get caught. I stepped out of the van with
Jake and Dave and let the others go and set up whatever they had to set
up. When they was all ready, Dave, Jake and I walked across the bridge.
about halfway across, Dave turns to the camera, and tells it, "In about
five minutes, all this will be taken off!" And he pulls open my jacket
standing there on the street! Traffic all in my line of sight, right in
front of me, comes screeching to a halt. I don't mean to say that I am
all that fantastic, but not many people can not take notice of a 5'10"
tall redhead, with bright blue eyes, and as I said before, I am pretty! I
ain't the skinniest woman, and I don't mean to be stuck-up, but dammit I
am pretty!
Dave grabs my arm and runs on across the bridge, my jacket still
ain't been zipped back up, and we run down this path until we get to a
clearing. We all run across the clearing to the woods on the other side,
and then we stop. Everybody's out of breath, and Dave turns to me and
tells me that since I'm so daring, he was going to have to change the
script to fit me. I tell him thats fine, and we catch our breath before
we go on. He calls over Jessica and tells her to "take care of her."
Jessica, as I told you, was a good looking woman, I never slept with a
woman or even played around, it just never happened, I didn't have a thing
against it though.
Jessica starts rubbing my shoulders, taking my coat off, making me
relax, and just hink about the sensation of my muscles loosening. I let
my eyes close, and i knew the cameras was on, but I just pretended like it
was just me and her, and Davids cock, that was all I needed from him right
then. She moved her hands down my back, and slipped them around to my
belly, moving her hands up to my tits, well, they felt more like breasts
then, it's hard to describe.
Forgive me for busting any bubbles right now (or even shrinking
some longer "bubbles"), but I have to explain something. The way a woman
touches another woman, is a singular experience I recommend to every other
woman in the world, though I do know it depends on the woman. Jessica was
touching me, making my head come alive with all sorts of images, I never
felt thatmuch sheer, wanting, pleasure or need, even when I was coming in
my hardest orgasms, My skin was rising with little tiny goosebumps, and I
was quivering, my breath in short ragged gasps, that had nothing to do
with the slight chill in the air! She stepped in front of me, and I,
never having kissed a woman before, was hesitating, but she pulled my face
down, and I felt blood rushing to my nipples, making them seem even harder
to me. She pinched and squeezed my nipples, as they hung between her and
me, and our tongues were swirling in each others mouth, twisting tongues
and pressing soft lips.
I felt my puss leaking down my legs, and no sooner had the thought
come than Jessica knelt in the grass at my feet and began kissing my bald
pussy, pressing harder and harder for the center, at the very point where
my slit begins, and my clit rests. She pulled her face a full arms length
away, and looked at my naked pussy before closing her eyes, smiling, and
kissing my clit, pulling her dripping face away from me, to do it all over
again. I couldn't take it, I had to come. I couldn't hardly think! She
pressed her lips to my unhooded clit, and finally stuck her tongue out of
her mouth, to graze me, and I think I shocked her when i grabbed her head
and pressed it to my cunt and came screaming. I hardly paid attention to
David, who was holding me up, cause my legs weren't no good, they was like
Jello!
I started to get back some sort of composure, glancing around to
see if anybody not with us had seen us. Nobody was around. Damn. David
wasn't near as good a pussy eater as Jessica was, but that's
understandable, she had one of her own! But he knelt down in front of me
and just dived in my pussy, munching for all he was worth. I started
thinking about all the spotters who were at least watching us from time to
time, and I started coming again! He was licking all over my naked pussy
lips. I could smell my pussy juice and I knew he could taste it. I could
feel the warm stream leaking down my legs. I couldn't stand any more and
told Dave I needed to lean or sit or something. Dave laid down right on
the middle of the path and told me to squat over his face. I looked
around, and sat down, squatting over his face. He grabbed my hands,
holding me up and then that talented tongue of his got started. He licked
every fold of my little cunny, and every time I looked down I saw his face
covered in my juice, shining and glistening, like clear, watery man-come.
I liked the sight so much I came shaking.
I was still shuddering, my pussy relaxing and contracting
involuntarily as the after effects of two HUGE orgasms settled down.
David slipped out from under me, putting my hands on the ground, me still
squatted. He took off down the path, telling me to meet them at the van.
I was so wrapped up in my orgasm, that I stayed squatted in the middle of
the path, and played with my clitty, I wanted to come again, but I wasn't
paying no attention to where I was, and the fact that I was there alone!
I looked at my little pussy as the juices dripped out of it, spread wide
over the dirt path, I saw my pussy lips all red and deep pink and
glistening, I have to say it looked as good as it felt!
Part II following......
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