As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charlie Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated.
Jill Bennett is a woman of the present. Living the life of a hedonist, she refused to think of tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. For Jill, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying no moral overtones.
And so she drifts from day to day, from lover to lover, keeping all her relationships on a physical plane, determined to enjoy her body to the fullest, to revel in every and any new wanton experience.
ALL THE WAY WIFE-the story of a woman who embodies the life style of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
They were a beautiful pair of panties. Light-blue silk with lace. The most expensive panties Jill Bennett had ever owned by far. She felt so elegant when she slipped them on.
She had purposely bought them a size too small. They were tight, showing off her cunt.
She liked to wear them when she didn't have anything else on, then pose in front of the mirror, running her hands down her sleek body and framing her thrusting silken crotch with fluttering fingertips.
Her fingers would eventually slide inside the panties, under the elastic of the leg-holes. With the first touch of her bare pussy, Jill would swoon with desire. Wide-eyed, she would watch a spreading triangle of wetness which stained the panties a darker shade of blue.
"Oooooh," Jill moaned, going through the erotic ritual once again. "My pussy feels so good. So wet and sticky. My beautiful cunt."
Her knuckles stood out through the flimsy crotch-band of the panties as her fingers wiggled inside her moist twat.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "I think I'm coming already. So soon. God, I'm horny today."
She tugged down the front of her panties. She wanted to look at her cunt in the flesh now.
Slowly, Jill stripped the panties away while she stood before the mirror. Her cunt was squishing with wetness now, as she rhythmically finger-fucked it. Pussy juice glistened at the tops of her inner thighs.
She lowered herself into a chair, floating into it rather than sitting. Her legs drifted upward, straddling the mirror. She planted her feet against the wall in a perfect split-beaver pose, just like she had seen in some of those magazines her husband, Mike, read.
"Pussy... pussy," Jill murmured. "My beautiful... beautiful sweet pussy."
She took her fingers out of her gash and fondled her pussy lips. One moment she would be treating them as gently as petals on a delicate flower. Then, in the next moment, she would tug at the pink flaps of flesh, pulling them out from her cunt as far as they would go.
She knew every trick for turning herself on. This was her secret life and Jill took it seriously. When you had a marriage as awful as hers, an escape valve was an absolute necessity.
Now Jill fingered her clit, playing with it like she had just discovered its existence. Gently, cautiously at first, she explored her clit. Then she became more assertive. Until, finally, with a squeal, she was pinching her clit, turning it purple.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," Jill groaned as she climaxed again.
Her legs drooped when she slid down from her orgasm. She thought about going to get her vibrator, but right now her body felt like jelly and it was too much trouble to move.
She was just sprawled there, stroking her crotch, leaking pussy juice, listening to the buzz in her ears, without a care in the world. The sudden intrusion from the outside world was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.
Someone was knocking on the front door. When the pounding persisted, Jill's mood crumbled completely. The interruption pissed her off. She could no longer be comfortable without doing something about it.
"I'll get rid of that damn pest," she mumbled with anger, as the knocking continued.
She was on her feet now. She threw on a robe, walking briskly toward the front door.
"Yes, what is it?" Jill snapped as she opened the door and glared through the crack.
"Open up!" a beefy hulk of a man growled.
He had a gun.
Looking straight into the muzzle of the pistol, Jill did not resist when the stranger kicked open the door and muscled his way inside. Jill was so distracted she did not even notice that her robe had come open in the confusion, putting her nude body on display.
"Looks like I came to the right place," the intruder laughed.
His eyes were burning holes in Jill's flesh. Glancing down, she realized that she was naked before a strange man for the first time in her life. Her skin immediately turned a glowing pink.
Jill wanted to run, but her feet refused to budge. She was scared, but even more she was excited.
This was more than just a real-life nightmare, Jill realized. It was also like a fantasy about to come true. A fantasy Jill had experienced since girlhood. Being raped by a stranger. Did she really want it to happen?
She bunched up her robe in front of herself, but Jill was suspicious of her own motives. Was she simply trying to cover herself, or enticing the potential rapist with some token resistance?
"P-please don't hurt me," Jill stammered when the stranger grabbed the flaps of the robe away from her. But her protest sounded weak, even to her own ears.
The burly stranger yanked at the robe and suddenly it was ripped in two pieces and Jill was completely naked. For some reason, she stole a glance at her tits and noted that the nipples were red and erect.
Jill expected to be rushed and mauled. But the stranger was very calm. With the gun dangling almost casually at his side, he used his free hand to slowly unzip his fly. He seemed to be teasing Jill, as though he knew she was secretly begging to see his cock.
He was right. Jill couldn't help herself. She found herself anticipating the biggest cock she had ever seen.
Then, the stranger's zipper was down. He was working on his belt buckle as his shorts bulged out of his dirty gray work pants. The pants fell, then the shorts. The intruder cocked his hips and locked the muscles in his groin, flexing his stiff cock at least ten inches up in the air.
Jill had to cover her mouth with her forearm to hide the hungry swipe of her tongue across her lips. She didn't want to seem too eager. The whole point of rape was the struggle. She had to resist to truly experience the act.
"Suck it, bitch!" the stranger commanded, thrusting his fat cock-head into Jill's face.
Jill couldn't say no. She was afraid it might come out just the opposite if she tried to speak and make her appear too willing. So she clenched her jaw and froze her facial muscles, pretending that she didn't want to suck the big prick throbbing before her.
A small cold circle suddenly pressed at Jill's left temple. There was a menacing click. The gun.
"It's this simple, cunt," the stranger snarled. "Suck my cock or I'll blow your brains out."
Then he laughed. He was having a good time.
"Tell you what," he said. "I've got one bullet left in this gun. Let's play a little game. I'll spin the chambers, then pull the trigger. Every time you say no to sucking my cock, you've got a five-out-of six chance to reconsider and live. Not bad odds at all. All in your favor-until that one time you run out of luck."
Jill said nothing. Some wild part of her had accepted the dare to risk instant death in order to heighten the erotic drama.
The stranger wasn't kidding. He pulled the trigger. There was a hollow snap on an empty chamber and the air seemed to crack around Jill's ears. But she did not flinch.
The intruder spun the chambers, cocked the hammer and played the game again. But now his gun-hand was shaking. In the middle of the third try, he threw the pistol away and gruffly called the whole thing off. Jill had called his bluff.
"I'm tired of playing games," he rasped. "I take what I want."
Jill didn't resist. She didn't cooperate. She didn't do anything. It was up to the stranger to show how brutal he could be without his gun.
The intruder had backed off with the gun. Now he tried to make up for that with his cock.
He grabbed Jill's face with both hands and pried her jaws open. Then he jammed his hard-on into her mouth and down her throat. Suddenly Jill was taking every inch of his massive prick.
"I might've let you off with a simple blow job," the stranger said, "But now I want the whole works. You're gonna get fucked in the mouth, lady. Hard and deep, until your throat is sore."
He began rolling his hips. His cock twisted in Jill's throat, its taste so salty that it invited thirst. Jill thought of the cum that would soon be filling her mouth and felt her pussy spasm.
Jill fell back under the stranger's driving cock-thrusts. Now she was on the floor, with her assailant's crotch grinding against her face. His prick used her mouth just like a cunt.
Jill clawed at the cheeks of the stranger's ass, sinking her nails into the firm flesh. She was supposed to be fighting him, but was actually driving his cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
It couldn't go on like this for long. The stranger was fucking Jill's mouth too hard not to come.
"Gonna shoot it into your mouth," he slurred. "Hottest load of jizz you ever tasted, bitch."
His prick lurched, swelling even beyond its regular size. Then it shuddered for a split-second and erupted.
The scalding cum poured down Jill's throat. When it hit her belly she climaxed on the spot.
When the stranger pulled his drained cock from Jill's mouth, she didn't want to let go. But she knew she couldn't seem too anxious. Not if she wanted the stranger to fully dominate her.
"Get up!" the intruder barked.
He brought his hand up under Jill's neck, jerking her to her feet.
"Go over to the chair," he ordered.
Squeezing Jill's chin in his powerful grip, he spun her around and kicked her in the ass so she hurtled across the room.
She skidded to a stop against the chair on her knees. Laying her head on the cushion, she paused to catch her breath.
"That's just like I want you," the stranger said. "Just lift your ass a little higher in the air. Spread your cheeks."
Jill did as she was told. When she opened her cheeks, her asshole suddenly tingled as it pulsed in exposure.
"Mmmmm," the stranger responded. "There's nothing sweeter than a good-looking woman's ass."
He closed the distance between Jill and himself, lining up in back of her. He laid his big cock and fat balls in the crack of Jill's butt, slowly rubbing them against her cunt and asshole.
Jill couldn't help it. She started to come again. Her hips shimmied as though she were already being fucked by the stranger's huge prick.
"You want it bad, don't you, baby?" the stranger panted.
Jill bit her tongue to keep from screaming out her agreement. But her asshole and cunt could not conceal her arousal. They were both glistening from the juice within them.
"Can't decide which hole I want to fuck you in," the intruder said.
Then he laughed, his whole frame shaking. His cock squirmed like a snake in the crack of Jill's ass.
"Guess I'll fuck both," he announced. "No reason not to."
And then, suddenly, with stabbing impact, his massive hard-on drove into Jill's tight ass. There was no hesitation. Deeper and deeper the big dick filled the narrow channel, until it was hiked and Jill was shrieking with agony.
"You take a cock good in your ass, baby," the stranger told Jill. "Some women are just too skinny in their shit-hole. A cock like mine rips 'em to pieces. But you... you're plenty tight in the ass... but nice and damp, too."
His prick began working back and forth. Jill immediately picked up on the tempo. Even though it was the first time she had ever taken a cock up her ass, her movements came automatically.
Then, abruptly, the stranger's cock pulled out of Jill's asshole. But, just as abruptly, it plunged up her cunt. Jill didn't have time to be surprised. Her assailant's big dick was just as exciting in her pussy as it was fucking her ass.
"Your pussy's almost as tight as your butt," the stranger whispered hoarsely in Jill's ear, as he fucked her cunt with long, sword-like strokes from the rear. "Which hole do you like it best in?"
Jill refused to answer, forcing the issue.
"Maybe I'll have to refresh your memory," the stranger said.
He swiftly switch his prick from Jill's pussy back to her asshole. He butt-fucked her hard, grabbing her asscheeks for balance as he sent his cock-thrusts home.
Jill grooved on the pain from the ten inches of hard-on in her ass. Getting butt-fucked gave her a different kind of climax than a cock in her pussy-sharper, more dangerous.
Then the stranger switched fuck-holes again. And it was clear that he planned to keep on shifting back and forth between Jill's asshole and pussy until he came.
The action got hotter and hotter. Jill's asshole and cunt were both so stretched by fucking before long that the stranger's big dick effortlessly entered and withdrew from them. A cock-surge in each opening was all he allowed himself before moving to the other hole for a single thrust. It was happening so fast that Jill felt as if she were being fucked in the ass and pussy by two pricks at the same time.
She was coming two ways at once, her ass on fire and her pussy melting. She was finding out something about sex she had not known existed.
Jill could no longer hold her tongue. A plea was choking her to get out.
"Come in me!" she cried. "Let your cock explode! Give me your hot cum!"
"You got it, bitch!" the stranger puffed.
His cock was in Jill's pussy. He tried to switch his prick to her asshole during the last split-second before he came, but there wasn't enough time. All at once the stranger's angry, red prick was spilling its jizz all over Jill's asscheeks and down the ravine of her crack.
Jill reached behind and smeared the cum around. She rubbed it into her asshole like salve and lathered her pussy with it. Some of the jism welled between her fingers and dripped to the floor.
Now Jill raised her head from the chair and looked over her shoulder. She saw what she wanted to see and wheeled around on her knees.
"Ah, yes," she purred, "your cock is still hard."
She took the stranger's fat prick in her hands, drawing the head to her face so she could lap up the last drops of his cum. Then she shifted to his balls, sucking them completely into her mouth so the intruder's cock throbbed against the bridge of her nose and up her forehead, the head poking into the mane of her blonde hair.
"You want me to fuck you again, don't you?" the stranger said.
Jill released his balls from her mouth, dipping to the floor in a spread-eagled position. She lifted her legs, then caught them at the ankles, pulling them back over her head so she was jackknifed. Balancing on her neck she offered her split ass to the stranger, knowing that her asshole was throbbing and purple.
"Fuck my ass again," she urged. "Only this time leave your cock in one place. Really hurt me. Make me suffer."
Her trim butt was hoisted in midair now, turned up and gaping. To fuck Jill's asshole, the stranger would have to drive his hard-on straight down inside her.
He pressed his cock-head against Jill's asshole. Then he shoved, increasing the pressure when there was penetration.
"You're splitting me in two!" Jill screamed with excitement as the stranger's thick prick gored her ass.
The stranger rested his weight against the backs of Jill's thighs as he buried his cock in her asshole. His hips churned. Jill screamed even louder.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she begged. "Keep moving your cock inside me! Ooooooh, that's the way!"
The stranger jackhammered his prick in Jill's tight ass. Her body collapsed from his powerful cock-thrusts like an accordion. Jill was in agony. But the pain was just frosting on her cake. Because nothing could detract from the constant orgasm she was experiencing. Her climax was so intense that it was as if she had just discovered what it was to be a woman.
The stranger plowed into her ass with his huge cock. The friction was excruciating. Beyond perfect.
"Gonna come!" the stranger gasped.
"Shoot it into me!" Jill exclaimed. "Flood my ass with your hot jizz!"
The stranger gritted his teeth. Sweat streamed down his face. His groin bucked, slamming against Jill's asscheeks. His cock let go like a bottle of champagne blowing its cork.
Spurting cum filled Jill's bowels, mixing with the boiling shit already there. The mixture was like molten lava.
"Don't stop coming!" Jill screeched.
But the stranger's cock was not part of a machine. It slowed to a dribble. And after three climaxes within minutes, it began to soften. It shrank inside the channel of Jill's ass to her disappointment.
Jill was thinking how she could get the stranger's cock hard again to fuck her some more when she heard the commotion outside. It sounded as though the front yard were being turned into a parking lot.
"ALL RIGHT IN THERE!" an amplified voice shouted into the house. "We've got the place surrounded, Ryan. We know you're in there. We'll give you till the count of ten to come out."
"The fucking law!" the stranger spat.
He pulled away from Jill and dove for his gun. When he had the pistol in his hand he charged for the nearest window, busting out the glass. He started shooting without even looking.
His fire was answered, tenfold. Jill scurried for cover. But she did not shield her eyes. From behind the television set she watched the man who had just fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass cut down by police bullets.
When he sprawled on the floor, oozing blood from a dozen wounds, Jill wanted to crawl out and touch him to see if he was really dead. It was a good thing she didn't. A final flurry of shots burst into the house right where she would have been kneeling.
As Jill looked at the dead man, a numbing paralysis crept over her. She began to cry, as though the responsibility for the loss of another person's life was somehow hers. There was a hollowness in the pit of her stomach and Jill instinctively sensed that it would not easily go away.
CHAPTER TWO
"Then you were raped, is that it, Mrs. Bennett?" the doctor said.
"Yes," Jill answered in a small voice, nervously crossing her legs.
"But although what happened was forced on you, you still feel guilty. Is that right, Mrs. Bennett?"
"Y-yes."
"And so, once again, Mrs. Bennett, I must ask you the same question I have asked you so many times before about this guilt you say you feel. Why? What could you possibly be guilty of? It's true that a man was killed while you looked on. But he was a fugitive. He knew the chances he was taking when he escaped from prison. And after what he did to you he deserved to die. You were the victim. Forcibly raped... according to your story."
"But you're supposed to give me the answers, Dr. Field,' All blurted out with frustration. "That's why I made an appointment to see you."
"I'm not magic," Field held up his palms and sighed. "Wish I were, but I'm not. Fact is, we psychologists are more like detectives than anything else. You've got to give me something to go on before I can do my job."
"It's so hard," Jill winced and the doctor nodded sympathetically.
They had been going round and round like this for three sessions now, never getting past the physical fact that Jill had been raped. She insisted that she felt guilty about what had happened, but it was almost like a recording when she expressed it. Never once had Dr. Field been convinced that she was in touch with her true feelings.
So now he started all over again. It was all he really knew how to do under the circumstances.
"Okay, let's just take it from the top, Mrs. Bennett," the doctor suggested. "Right from the very beginning. Fresh."
"Do you really think it will do any good, Dr. Field?"
"I'd be stealing your money if I thought it wouldn't... eventually," the doctor said. "And one more thing. Let's put it on a first-name basis because I think we're going to be spending a lot of time together. I'm Al and you're Jill. Maybe it'll put us both more at ease.
"Okay... Al," Jill said his name, nervously uncrossing her legs, only to cross them again.
"Good girl," Al Field responded, a surge of enthusiasm in his voice. "All right, Jill, we're back again at the beginning. Remember? You were alone in the house... someone knocked on the door... and... "
"It was a man with a gun," Jill blurted on cue. "His name was Ryan, I found out later. An escaped convict."
"Go on, Jill."
"He forced his way inside the house. Right away I could tell he wanted to rape me. I didn't know what to do. He had that gun."
"Hold on, Jill," Al Field interrupted her. "Back up a second. Did you do anything to provoke this man?"
"I-I was only wearing a robe," Jill stammered.
"Nothing on underneath?"
Jill nodded. This was the first time the doctor had taken this line of questioning with her.
"I-I didn't mean anything by it," she muttered.
Al Field nodded, too, a knowing look on his face.
"How did the robe fall open?" he asked.
"How did you know?" Jill gasped. The doctor and she had never gotten into this part of it before.
"An educated guess. Now tell me about the robe, Jill."
The doctor's eyes were piercing. Jill had the impression that they would follow her, even should she bolt from the room.
"The robe just came open... that's all," Jill choked.
"And you were naked?"
"Yes."
"What do you look like when you're naked, Jill? I mean, how would you describe your appearance. Attractive? In-between? Below average?"
"P-please, Dr. Field," Jill shakily protested.
"Al," he insisted. "Come on now, Jill, how would you describe your body?"
"Attractive," Jill confessed as if it were something to be ashamed of.
Al Field sprang up from his chair and circled around the sitting Jill, looking her over.
"Stand up," he finally said.
Jill arose to her feet, feeling dizzy from an emotion she just couldn't explain.
Then Al Field was standing before her. Calmly, he was unbuttoning her blouse. Her tits swelled in her bra when the air hit them.
Al forced his hand inside one of the cups and forced out a jiggling tit. His fingertip traced the circumference of the nipple, making the pink button of flesh stand out stiff and hard.
"You're an easily aroused woman, aren't you, Jill?" Al asked.
He didn't wait for her answer, freeing Jill's other tit from her bra and stimulating the nipple into a miniature spike.
Now he reached around Jill's back, unfastening her bra as her tits crushed against his chest. When he drew back she was nude from the waist up.
"Are you a natural blonde, Jill?" Al said.
"Yes," Jill uncontrollably answered.
Al's hands were at the clasp of her skirt now. Then the skirt was slipping down her hips. All of a sudden the only thing between Jill and total nudity were her silk lace panties.
They were the ones she had been showing off in to herself on the day when she had been raped. She had no idea why she had picked them to wear today.
Al stroked the silken crotch of the panties.
"Nice," he said. "Very elegant. Let's see what's underneath."
He grabbed the waistband of the panties and tugged, pulling the bottom panel up into the gash of Jill's cunt. Her pink pussy lips bulged on either side of the cutting ribbon of silk, framed by blonde puffs of pubic hair that tickled the hollows of her crotch.
Then Al ripped away the beautiful panties, ruining them forever. Jill's cunt stung. Then it dripped, a pearl of pussy juice dangling from the golden hair of her pubic triangle before it fell to the floor.
"I am the rapist!" Al declared. "I've just come into your house. You're naked. Helpless. What happens next, Jill?"
Jill dropped to her knees.
"Unzip your fly," she gulped. "Make me suck your cock."
Al's zipper whirred down. His pants and shorts fell. An immense hard-on jutted from the hairy thatch of his groin, bulging veins jumping along the rigid cock's thick shaft.
"Make me suck your cock," Jill repeated. She added, "Force it down my throat. Fuck my mouth."
Al stepped forward. The instant his cock-head touched her lips, Jill opened her mouth. She didn't tell Al that the rapist had had to pry her jaw apart. She was too eager to taste Al's prick to endure any delay.
Al flexed his crotch. His cock-head filled Jill's mouth. Then he was shoving.
He grabbed the back of Jill's head, burying her face in his hairy crotch, making her swallow every inch of his big prick. He ground his hips in a fucking motion.
"Is this how he did it?" Al asked. "Is this how the rapist fucked your mouth, Jill?"
Jill nodded as best she could with a throat full of cock.
Al fucked her mouth in silence for awhile. Then he began to breathe harder and harder and his face grew red. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Did the rapist come in your mouth?" he asked Jill.
She just kept sucking his cock. She knew he knew the answer.
"Yes, of course, he came in your mouth," Al said. "And you swallowed every drop. Every drop of hot jizz."
Al's cock jumped and spurted. The sudden gush of cum caught Jill by surprise. It swelled her cheeks before she had a chance to start swallowing.
"Drink it down, Jill," Al commanded, as his prick flowed.
Jill gulped and sucked. Her cheeks collapsed as the syrupy cum spilled down her throat. By the time Al's prick stopped spurting, Jill had a bellyful of jizz.
Al moved back, pulling his cock free from Jill's mouth. His prick was still hard, sucked bright red.
"What did the rapist do next, Jill? Al asked.
"Forget about him!" Jill heard herself cry out. "I want you!"
"As bad as you wanted him, Jill? Do you want me to fuck you as much as you wanted him to rape you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Jill blurted, falling back on her spine on the carpet.
She spread her legs, reaching into her crotch to pull her pussy lips apart. The tunnel of her cunt spasmed in plain view, making urgent sucking noises.
"Fuck me, Al!" Jill declared.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"God, yes!"
Al came to Jill, his prick in his hand. As he knelt between her legs, he fit his cock-head into the gap of her pussy lips, then pushed into the oily damp of her gash.
Jill's hips came alive as her cunt filled with dick. She wrapped her legs around Al's waist and tugged. Al's prick was in her pussy to the hilt. They were fucking.
Al grabbed the cheeks of Jill's ass, lifting her butt into the air as he drove his cock up her cunt. His face squashed against her tits, sliding all over until an erect nipple popped into his mouth. He sucked it all the way into his throat and made Jill climax as much from that as from actually fucking her.
Jill's hands began to roam. She caressed her new lover's muscular body while he balled her, gradually moving her fingers toward his groin. Then she cupped his balls and squeezed them. They churned in her grip.
Now Jill snaked a finger under Al's nuts, into the crack of his ass. She found his asshole and pronged it, finger-fucking it. Al responded with thrashing excitement, pumping his cock faster and faster in her cunt. Jill started to come again. She knew it wouldn't be long before Al was coming, too. His hot jizz would be splashing inside her cunt.
"Shoot it into me," Jill moaned. "Shoot your big cock in my cunt and give me your hot cum."
Al pulled back one last time in Jill's pussy, then slammed down for his final thrust. Jill's legs shot up into the air when the first blast of scalding cum hit the depths of her cunt.
"Love it!" she cried. "God, your cum is like fire! Burn me up!"
Al was sprawled on top of Jill now, flailing between her upturned legs as his cock bucked in her pussy, spurting jizz.
The peak of the excitement lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer than that. Al's cock kept spilling cum long past the point he and Jill thought possible.
Then, inevitably, the fucking was over. Al kept his cock in Jill's cunt, but it was soft and spongy now instead of hard and thrusting. Cum leaked from the lips of Jill's twat and made her thighs sticky.
The lovers embraced on the floor. Awash in the afterglow of fucking, they kissed for the first time. Al's tongue darted into Jill's mouth. She felt a twinge in her cunt.
When Jill stopped fidgeting she realized that a twinge wasn't all that affected her pussy. Al's cock was stiffening inside of her. Slowly, but unmistakably.
"You're-some kind of stud for a shrink," Jill whispered hotly in Al's ear when the kiss was broken.
"Better than the rapist?" Al couldn't resist asking.
"Forget him!" Jill snapped. Then she cooed, "I'm with you now, lover. It's your cock in my pussy, not anybody else's."
Al's prick spasmed in Jill's cunt, thickening and lengthening.
"That's it," Jill responded. "Get it stiff. Fill up my cunt with your big cock. Fuck me again."
"You're hot," Al gasped. "And you're hard, stud," Jill teased. "But I want your cock even harder. Harder! Harder! Like steel in my cunt!"
Al's prick lurched like it had a spring in it. Suddenly it was shafting Jill's pussy. A massive hard-on, now beginning to move back and forth in the squeezing moisture of Jill's twat; "Ooooh, yeah," Jill moaned, as Al's hips began to rock between her thighs. As Al balled her, his cock-head bruised into her womb on the hilted down-strokes.
Jill was already coming again.
Al's cock was jackhammering in her cunt. God, did he know how to fuck, Jill thought.
She wrapped her legs around him all over again. This fuck was slow and rhythmic, almost like a torchy ballad. There was more being joined than just a cock and a pussy. Feelings.
Jill felt so absorbed by Al's passion. He responded equally to her horny emotions. They fucked and fucked.
"Stick your finger in my ass, lover," Jill requested. "Work it around. Loosen me up down there."
The finger was there immediately. Then another one. Al worked them around in Jill's asshole, hoping against hope that what he anticipated was real.
"Mmmm, I like something in my ass," Jill murmured.
Al worked his fingers harder. So deeply that he touched shit. It turned him on even more.
"I could give you something better than my finger in your ass," Al rasped.
"Whatever you say," Jill quickly answered.
Al pulled his cock out of Jill's cunt. It angled a notch below, then shoved.
Jill's asshole was waiting. Entry was tight but slick. Inch after inch of thick dick pushed inside.
Then Al's hard-on was buried in Jill's ass. The big cock began to move back and forth in the spasming canal.
"That's it," Jill groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."
She rubbed Al's balls. They churned in her grasp and she knew there was going to be plenty of hot cum swamping her ass pretty soon.
Jill hooked her legs over Al's shoulders. Every time there was a cock-thrust deep in her ass, she pushed back with all her strength.
Al was breathing harder and harder. The friction from Jill's tightest hole had set his prick on fire. His balls jumped from the heat, clinging to the root of his dick.
"Gonna come!" he grunted. "Come in your ass!"
Jill jackknifed her body, the same as she had done when the rapist had butt-fucked her. She wanted Al's cock driving straight down into her asshole when it exploded with cum.
Al powered into Jill, his hard-on like a drill in her ass. Then Al let go with a lusty wail. His cock gushed cum.
Jill climaxed along with her lover as his jizz poured into her ass. But even as she came, she thought ahead.
When Al's cock had slowed to a dribble, Jill swiftly removed it from her ass. Then she fell to one side and slithered around in a half-circle until her face popped up at Al's crotch. She wrapped her lips around his sticky cock and sucked it down to his balls. There was a taste of her own shit on his prick as well as cum, but it just added to Jill's excitement.
Jill sucked Al's hard-on clean. When she released it from her mouth it was pink and glistening. But, best of all, still stiff.
Jill decided to do something completely on her own. An act over which she alone had control.
She pushed Al onto his back so his big prick stood straight up in the air. She began slowly jerking him off, brushing her lips against the tip of his cock-head and sometimes kissing it.
Al watched, his eyes never leaving the sight of his throbbing hard-on. Jacking-off was something he'd left behind years ago. He was glad Jill had come along to remind him how good it felt.
"I love your cock," Jill crooned as she nuzzled the fiery head. "So sweet."
"Want me to come in your mouth?" Al asked.
"In my face," Jill answered. "All over me. I want your cum in my eyes, my hair... everywhere." Jill got so aroused talking about Al's jizz that she automatically stepped up the hand-job on his prick. She wanted him to come now, so she could catch the eruption of jism from the slit in his cock-head as it shot into her face.
Now Jill's hand -was a blur as it pumped Al's hard-on. His crotch buckled, slapping his ass against the floor.
"Come!" Jill urged. "Come in my face!"
"Oh, yeah, will I!" Al panted.
His prick jumped in Jill's hand. The head seemed to burst. The first spurt of cum splashed between Jill's eyes, trickling along the sides of her nose and down her cheeks.
Then more jizz came. Jill was wagging her head now, taking Al's cum from ear to ear. Before long her face appeared to be melting.
When Al's cock lost its pressure and the jizz oozed instead of squirted, Jill finished up by deep-throating it. Once again she sucked Al's prick clean before letting it go.
"Beautiful," Al sighed as his cock drooped between his thighs after the sucking, completely exhausted. "You're just beautiful, Jill."
Jill laid her head on Al's midriff, pushing up his shirt so she could wipe her face on Ms hairy belly.
For a long while the lovers were silent, listening to each other breathe. Just enjoying their closeness. Then Al spoke.
"I've got to see you again, Jill," he said.
"We've got an appointment scheduled for next week," Jill answered coyly.
"You know that isn't what I mean," Al stated. "I don't want to just see you professionally. I need you, Jill. Meet me tonight somewhere."
"Where?"
"A motel. Nobody needs to know but us. Tell your husband something. I'll tell my wife I'm working late. Will you do it, Jill?"
Jill couldn't say yes fast enough.
CHAPTER THREE
"Did you see that shrink again today?" Mike Bennett asked his wife. "That Dr. Field?"
"Yes," Jill answered. "Thursday is my appointment."
"Well, is he helping you any?"
"Why do you ask?" Jill said, feeling like she was on the spot.
"Christ, it's the obvious question," Mike blurted. "It's costing me enough for you to see that guy. Seems to me I'm entitled to know if I'm getting my money's worth."
"Yes, dear, you're getting your money's worth," Jill said evenly.
She looked at her watch and got up from her chair.
"Are you going somewhere?" Mike asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," Jill replied. "Didn't I tell you? My sister Kim's in town. We're going out to dinner."
"Dinner?"
Jill forced a chuckle that sounded a lot more tolerant than she felt toward her husband.
"Don't worry, Mike," she said, "I left something for you to eat in the oven. Just help yourself."
Jill went for her coat. But Mike followed her and caught her arm when she reached into the closet, swinging her around so her body crushed against his.
"What if I don't want to be alone?" Mike asked, his breath hot.
"I'm sorry you have to eat by yourself," Jill said, "but Kim's only going to be in town tonight."
"Forget about dinner," Mike snapped.
He caught up Jill in a tight embrace.
"And forget about your damn sister," he hissed.
Jill felt her husband's hard cock, swelling in his pants and throbbing against her belly. She hadn't seen Mike this horny in weeks.
"I want to fuck you," Mike announced the obvious. "Strip right here in front of me. I'll take you on the floor."
Not so far in the past Jill would have been thrilled by her husband's desire. But that was before her life had changed. Now, when Mike's prick pulsed against her, all she could think of was Al Field. How much she wished she was with him instead of her husband.
"Let me go, Mike," Jill protested, struggling in her husband's grasp. "Kim's expecting me. I can't fuck you tonight."
Without warning, Mike slapped her. Jill took it without flinching, taking advantage of the relaxation of Mike's hold on her to break away.
She ran from the house, forgetting about her coat and even her purse. Without any car keys, Jill plunged on foot into the night, disappearing into the darkness before Mike could catch up with her. Finally, she slowed down when she reached some traffic and hailed a cab. She gave the driver the address where she was to meet Al Field, then settled back into the seat to catch her breath.
She didn't calm down, though. She was too excited about meeting Al. She saw herself nude in bed, her legs spread with Al between them, driving his magnificent cock up her tight pussy.
"You all right, lady?" the cabby called back.
Jill realized she was moaning softly and clamped her jaw shut. Inside, she laughed at herself for being so damn horny.
"I'm okay," she told the driver. "In fact, I never felt better."
They reached the motel. Jill had to ask the cabby to wait so she could go get the money from Al to pay him. The cabby didn't like having to stick around, but Jill was gone before he could protest.
Jill ran to the room where she was supposed to meet Al. The door was locked. Then she noticed the lights were off inside. When she knocked on the door there was no answer.
Jill panicked.
"Hey, lady!" the cabby yelled. "Hurry up with that fare. I got a living to make."
Jill wanted to run and hide. But she sensed the taxi driver would chase her to try and get his money. He was getting out of his cab now, swearing as he started toward her.
"I-I can't pay," Jill confessed when she faced the angry cabby.
"What's the matter, honey?" the man snarled with contempt. "Didn't the trick you were supposed to meet here show up?"
"You think I'm a whore?" Jill gasped with alarm.
"What other kind of woman takes a cab by herself to a motel at this time of night?"
The driver pushed Jill against a wall and looked her over.
"You're not that bad," he said. "How much you charge for a lay, anyway?"
Jill couldn't answer.
"Well, I'll tell you what, babe," the cabby went on. "I'm feeling generous tonight. How's this sound? My fare for your fee, even-up."
Jill realized that he wanted to fuck her.
"Who'll pay for the room?" was all she could think of to say.
"No problem," the cabby laughed. "The manager and I are pals. It's on the house. I've brought him enough business to make him rich. Without a steady flow of hookers and their Johns, this dump would go under in a week. Just wait here, I'll go get the key."
Jill could have run when he was gone, but she didn't. A strange feeling had come over her. It started in her stomach then slowly moved down, settling between her legs. Her cunt got wet.
"Who am I kidding? I want him to fuck me," Jill said of her reaction to the cabby's proposal.
She slipped her hand down under the waist of her skirt and felt her panties. They were drenched with pussy juice, clinging to her crotch like a second skin.
"Yes, I want him to fuck me," Jill admitted more strongly to herself, fingering her damp cunt.
She had come here believing that Al Field was the attraction. Now she knew better. It was the chance to fuck that had brought her out into the night, not any particular man. All she wanted was a big prick inside her. Anybody's but her husband's.
By the time the taxi driver returned with the key, Jill was steaming with lust. Her wet pussy squished when she entered the motel room and headed straight for the bed. Before the lights were on, her panties were off and her skirt had fallen away. When the room lit up, she was spread-eagled, showing her wide-open pussy to the cabby.
"Show me your cock," Jill said, slipping out of her blouse to become totally nude.
With a big grin, the taxi driver undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so the reason for his grin was instantly apparent. He was fantastically well-hung and he knew it. His hard-on was huge.
"I'm gonna fuck you every which way but loose," he promised, proudly stroking his long dick. "When you feel this prick in your pussy, baby, you're gonna forget about every other man who's ever balled you."
He got onto the bed, kneeling between Jill's spread thighs. Jill pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingertips, opening up her cunt for the cabby's stiff dick.
His cock-head entered her cunt. Jill's pussy sucked for more. She wanted the whole hard-on inside her twat as quickly as possible, fucking her to the hilt.
She clamped her legs around the taxi drivers waist and tugged. His prick surged up her cunt. Both sets of hips started to move at once, as male and female crotches ground together.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jill chanted as the cabby pumped his cock in her moist pussy.
She closed her eyes. When she couldn't see the cabby's face she couldn't remember what he looked like. All she cared about was the feel of his prick in her cunt. She was learning a lot about herself tonight.
When Jill opened her eyes again, the cabby was sucking her tits. She told him not to be so gentle. To chew her nipples. Give her some pain to groove on along with the fucking.
"Ooooooh, that's it," Jill groaned when the cabby's teeth capture one of her nipples.
She came. Her hand dropped to her crotch and rubbed the union of cock and pussy as the climax washed over her.
Now the taxi driver had squashed Jill's tits together. He had both nipples in his mouth at once.
Jill's groans of joy became shrieks. She couldn't stop coming. Her orgasm built and built. She had never had a more powerful climax.
"You bastard!" she cried to the cab driver. "You wonderful bastard!"
She unlocked her legs from around his waist and lifted her thighs under his armpits, squeezing his ribcage. For every cock-thrust in her cunt, she pushed back with equal force. The bedsprings squealed, sounding like some crazy song.
All of a sudden, the cabby's head shot up from Jill's tits. His face was bright red, sweating. His breath came in gusts.
"My cock's ready to blow," he puffed. "Gonna shoot my cum into your cunt."
"Yes, yes, give it to me!" Jill urged. "Give my pussy the hot, sweet jizz from your beautiful cock!"
The cabby's hips slammed home in the well of Jill's crotch. His prick seemed to shatter in her deep twat. Scalding cum quickly flooded Jill's cunt.
When the flow of jizz lessened, Jill squeezed the cabby's balls, trying to force every drop of male cream she could into her greedy pussy. By the time the fucking was over, there was too much cum for her twat to contain and the excess leaked into the crack of her ass.
"Oh, man, you're something else," the cab driver sighed when he had caught his breath. "I could fuck you all night."
"You may have to," Jill cooed.
"You're not kidding, are you?" the cabby said. "You're really as horny as you're making out."
"You better believe it," Jill responded without hesitation. "Take your cock out of my cunt so I can put it in my mouth. Suck you completely hard again."
The taxi driver pulled out of Jill's pussy and flopped on his back. His prick was about at half-mast, one last glob of cum oozing from the red tip.
Jill crawled on top of him. But not just to suck his cock. She had turned her body around and her thighs straddled the cabby's head. Her sloppy pussy bubbled in his face.
"Eat me out while I go down on your prick," Jill urged.
The cabby planted the lips of his mouth on the lips of Jill's pussy and drilled with his tongue. It didn't bother him when the remains of his own jizz coated his taste buds. All he could think about was the incredible sweetness of Jill's cunt.
In the meantime, Jill had begun swallowing the cabby's big prick to complete the sixty-nine. She sucked the cock-head into her throat, then coaxed it deeper and deeper until her lips clutched the root of the hard-on at least ten inches away.
Jill tickled the cabby's balls, making his crotch lunge. His hips pushed against her face. She wasn't just sucking his cock anymore. He was fucking her in the mouth.
And, at the other end of the sixty-nine, the cab driver's tongue wriggled inside Jill's pussy. He was an expert at tongue-fucking, poking and scraping all the right places. Jill climaxed, filling his mouth with her cunt juice.
Jill and the cabby rolled on the bed, switching positions repeatedly. He would take over on top of the sixty-nine, then she would regain control. Their fingers dug into each other's asses.
There were groans and gasps, impossible to identify as either male or female so closely were they intermingled. The sweet smell of sex ripened the air.
The cab driver cracked. His cock was straining too hard for him to concentrate on eating Jill's cunt any longer. All he could focus on was coming in Jill's suctioning mouth.
Jill sensed that the cabby wanted to watch her drink his jizz. So she slid down from on top of him and leaned over his crotch, pushing her hair away from her forehead so he would have a clear view of her face when he came in her mouth.
"It's happening... it's happening!" the cabby cried and his prick began to spurt.
Even with a mouthful of gushing cock, Jill managed a smile as she sucked up the cab driver's jism. Her cheeks swelled a little, but she had no trouble in swallowing all of the cream that she wanted to.
Jill purposely left a little bit of cum in her mouth. When the cabby removed his drained cock, Jill replaced it with one of her tits. She forced the mound of flesh to her face and kissed it, turning the nipple snow-white with jizz.
"Mmmm, you are one solid fox," the cab driver remarked with awe.
"You wouldn't believe how horny I still am," Jill almost giggled.
"The hell I wouldn't," the cabby responded. "I'll bet you dig it everywhere, don't you? In the cunt, in the mouth... "
"In the ass," Jill Finished his sentence.
She was already over on her belly. Her butt rose in the air as if it were being lifted by a magnet. Her thighs and asscheeks parted. Her asshole shone like a ruby.
The cabby moved in behind Jill. But if she was expecting his cock in her ass right away, she was in store for a surprise. A pleasant surprise. For before the cab driver turned his prick loose, he decided to treat Jill to some tongue.
Jill had never taken a tongue in her ass before. It was smooth and squirming one moment, raspy and hard the next, as it reamed her out. She dug it, squeezing in an extra climax she hadn't counted on having.
An extra advantage of being tongued in the ass was that it made Jill's shitter nice and moist. When the cabby's cock finally took over, it slid right in.
"You want the whole thing, babe?" the cabby asked Jill.
"Fuck me all the way!"
"It'll hurt."
"It better!"
"I should have known better than to even ask," the cabby laughed, then channeled his strength into his cock. It barged up Jill's ass, past the point of easy entry.
"Rip me up!" Jill cried. "Fuck my ass all the way to your balls. I want to feel your nuts burning against my pussy so I'll know I've taken every inch of your big cock up my butt."
Two-thirds of the cab driver's prick was buried in Jill's ass. But the part of his dick still on the outside would have a much harder time getting inside than the part already butt-fucking Jill.
In order to hilt his cock, the cabby needed something to hold on to for balance during the final surge. He draped himself over Jill's back and grabbed her tits for handles. Now, tugging at Jill's tits, the cabby pushed. The remainder of his prick met stern resistance from Jill's stubborn ass.
Jill wasn't fighting the last part of the cabby's hard-on on purpose, but the agonizing results of the struggle were hardly unwelcome to her. A butt-fuck, she knew, was never complete without pain.
"Hurts sooo goo-oooood," Jill moaned, as the thickest part of the cab driver's cock inched up her burning ass.
"No woman's ever taken my prick all the way in her ass," the cabby revealed.
"No woman like me has ever gotten in your taxi before," Jill laughed in the midst of her delicious suffering. "Now shove your cock in my ass the rest of the way. Don't stop pushing until you can feel your balls against my pussy, no matter how tight my ass seems."
"Okay," the cabby replied. "It's now or never. The whole damn works. My whole cock fucking your butt."
His fingers gouged into Jill's tits, his upper body straining as his crotch arched forward. The part of his cock still showing vibrated like it was going to shatter. Jill's asshole turned purple from the pressure.
The cabby let out all the air in his lungs as if someone had just punched him in the stomach. His crotch violently shook, then suddenly lurched forward. At last his cock was gone. All the way up Jill's ass.
"I did it!" the cabby gasped with excitement.
"Mmmm, don't I know it," Jill murmured.
She was already wiggling her hips, maximizing the pressure in her ass.
The cab driver's cock began to move in response. It beat a tattoo in Jill's ass, jarring her from head to toe.
It was a complete butt-fuck now. The cabby pumped his cock in short, swift strokes. Jill's asshole spasmed in response and her hips never stopped writhing.
"I'm coming... coming so much," Jill groaned in ecstasy. "Don't slow down. Fuck my ass as hard as you can."
"Can't keep it up too long," the cabby grunted. "Your ass is the tightest thing I've ever fucked. Can't help but come."
"Mmmmmm," Jill sighed with anticipation. "I can't wait. All that hot cum, shooting up my ass. Divine!"
"Won't be long. My nuts are bleeding cum."
Jill shook her ass. The cabby's cock twisted inside of her.
"Let go!" Jill cried. "I want your cum so bad! Shoot your wad! Flood my ass!"
"Here it comes! God, it's going to be a lot!"
The cabby's prick stiffened even beyond its normal hardness. So rigid that it anchored Jill's ass and abruptly froze her hips. The cabby came.
The cabby's spurting cum had a clear pipeline to Jill's bowels. The scorching jizz mixed with shit, gurgling at the pit of Jill's asshole.
"It's murder!" Jill howled. "Sweet, hot murder!"
"I warned you it wouldn't be easy."
"And you kept your promise. Thank God."
By the time the cabby's cock was drained, Jill was sloshing inside. It was a solid, warm feeling, heavy and light at the same time.
The cab driver kept fucking Jill's ass for awhile after he had come, then finally withdrew. He rubbed his softening prick against Jill's buns, then fell back on the bed giving in to his exhaustion.
Alone with the cum in her ass, Jill rolled over on her back and threw her legs up in the air. Then she brought them back over her head, spreading them wide. Her gaping crotch hung over her face. Jizz dripped from her asshole and splashed her mouth. She tasted it and moaned.
"I know I said this before, but you're something else," the cabby remarked. "Some kind of woman."
Later, when Jill and he were cuddled in bed, the cab driver would still be singing Jill's praises.
"A woman like you-a hustler like me," he said, "we could maybe do each other a lot of good."
"I can't wait to hear this," Jill chuckled.
"With my hack, think of the business I could steer your way," the cabby said, still believing Jill was a whore. "I'm always picking up guys who're looking for some action. You'd have so many tricks you wouldn't be able to fuck them all. The bastards'd be waiting in line. You'd never have to worry about an empty motel room again, I'll tell you that."
Jill was amused, but not interested.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she evenly replied. "I'll find my own men."
CHAPTER FOUR
Now Jill knew why she had felt so guilty about being raped. It wasn't because Ryan, the escaped convict, had been killed and she had somehow accepted responsibility for his violent death. No, it wasn't how it had all ended that bothered her.
She had liked being raped. That was where the gnawing she had assumed was guilt had come from. In the beginning she just couldn't get used to the idea of how much she enjoyed being fucked by somebody besides her husband.
But now she was.
Jill decided she would hit on Dr. Field. Tease him about standing her up at the motel. Hear what kind of lame excuse he had for not showing up.
When Jill got Al on the phone, his voice was caked with anxiety.
"S-something came up last night and I couldn't make it to see you. My, uh, wife was ill," he sputtered. "Very... very sick. S-sorry. Did you, uh, get home all right?"
"I met a very friendly cab driver," Jill said, knowing Al was lying and wanting to make him squirm.
"Oh... well, good," Al mumbled.
"When will I see you again, lover?" Jill purred. "Like I said, that cab driver was awfully friendly, but my pussy still gets wet thinking about your big cock."
She impulsively thrust the telephone receiver under her skirt, rubbing the mouthpiece against the damp crotch of her panties.
"Know what that was?" she crooned.
"I can guess," Al muttered.
"Say it," Jill insisted.
"Your cunt," Al whispered.
"Somebody there with you, stud?"
"I'm expecting a patient."
"Can't you cancel the appointment and come over? I'll give you my address. We'll have the whole house to ourselves."
"Uh, I don't think that's possible," Al said, his voice tightening. "I've got to cut down on my schedule... you know, with my wife being sick and all. I was going to have my secretary call you, anyway. I can't see you at all anymore. I'm going to have to refer you to another doctor."
"Forget it," Jill snapped. "I know what's wrong with me."
She paused, building the impact of her upcoming conclusion.
"Nothing!" she declared.
"You're headed for nothing but trouble," Al warned.
"Tell me about it the next time I see you," Jill said.
"I told you, Jill, it's over. I can't... my wife... "
"You'll get the itch. You'll try and fuck me again," Jill cut Al off. "You can bet on it."
Then she had the satisfaction of hanging up first.
Now she had to do something about her horniness. She had to fuck somebody. Anybody.
Jill went directly to the garage and got into the car. She started driving, her eyes roving the streets for her next lover.
She spotted a boy, walking alone. At first she was going to pass him up, but then noticed he was older than she had originally thought. A baby-face, but a rangy body. And his tight jeans showed extreme promise at their well-filled crotch.
Jill pulled up alongside him and rolled down the window.
"Get in," she said.
"Wha-what for?" he gulped.
"I'm horny," Jill admitted flat-out. "I want you to fuck me."
"I-I don't believe this," the boy gulped some more.
"Your cock does," Jill said, staring straight at the boy's bulging crotch. "Get in!"
The boy reacted like he was hypnotized. As though in a trance, he opened the door and entered the car. Jill rubbed the mound of his hard-on. He shivered.
"I-I'm cherry," he stammered.
"Good," Jill purred. "I was too, once."
She unzipped the boy's fly as the car idled by the curb. The head of his cock poked through the flap of his shorts, showing a premature pearl of fluid at the tip. Jill leaned over and kissed it.
"Jesus," the boy muttered in shock.
Now Jill was back behind the wheel and the car was moving forward. As she drove, Jill pushed her skirt up and parted her thighs. The stained crotch of her panties showed and the car filled with the lush scent of moist cunt.
"Feel my pussy," Jill urged the boy, as she turned a corner toward home and a big, friendly bed.
By the time Jill pulled up in front of her house, the boy had his fingers under her panties and inside her cunt. The wetness thrilled him. He was panting like a dog.
"Come on," Jill said, pulling his hand from between her legs. "I don't want your fingers in my cunt. Not when I can have your cock."
She jumped out of the car. The boy obediently followed her, covering his swollen cock as it strained through his open fly.
Then they were in the house. Jill locked the door behind them and led the horny boy into the bedroom.
"Undress me," Jill said as she stood beside the bed.
The boy came to her. He was nervous with his first woman and in the beginning it looked like he would be all thumbs. Then, abruptly, his clumsiness vanished. Jill's blouse floated away when he removed it and her bra just seemed to melt away from her tits.
The boy took Jill's tits in his hands and stared at them.
"They're beautiful," he murmured.
He took a red nipple into his mouth and sucked it until it was rigid. Then he did the same to the other nipple while Jill swooned with appreciation.
"Now take off my skirt and panties," Jill sighed when her tits had been sucked enough to give her a steady buzz. "Make me naked."
The boy dropped to his knees so he could be at eye-level with Jill's crotch. Jill's skirt was the wraparound kind and it just swirled away.
The boy pushed his hands up under the leg-holes of Jill's panties. He worked the halves of her cunt back and forth, making her sopping gash squish.
Then the boy balled his fists inside Jill's panties. He pulled them in separate directions. The flimsy panties stretched. Then they ripped down the middle and were flung to one side.
Jill was nude. Her hot cunt was suddenly pressed against the boy's mouth.
"Use your tongue," she instructed.
The boy's tongue hardened like an oral cock. Surging into the squeezing damp of her twat, its brisk penetration made Jill squeal with delight.
"Oooooh, that's it, baby," she said. "You're doing just perfect."
She fell back across the bed, her spread legs dangling over the side. The kneeling boy burrowed between her thighs, his tongue pumping in her pussy. Jill came.
"So fine," she moaned, her body quivering and her toes wriggling.
The inexperienced boy was surprised by the sudden flow of pussy juice in his mouth. But that didn't stop him from gulping it down. Eating out a woman's cunt was even better than he had expected.
"Get up here on the bed with me," Jill called down. "I want to suck your cock while you're going down on my pussy."
The number sixty-nine flashed into the boy's brain. He had seen dirty pictures of it, but had never thought he'd get to do it. Now, incredibly, a naked woman was begging for his cock in her mouth while he ate her pussy. The boy dropped his pants and scrambled onto the bed as though his life depended on it.
Twisting his mouth on Jill's cunt, the boy turned his body in a semi-circle on top of her spread-eagled form. As his head drove into the crux of her thighs, he squirmed his cock all over her face, blindly searching for her mouth.
Then contact was made. Female lips closed over the fiery teenage cock-head.
Jill caressed the boy's plump balls as she swallowed his stiff prick. Soon she was deep-throating his entire hard-on and his crotch was bumping. It was a blow-job no longer. The boy was fucking Jill in the mouth.
At the same time, the boy's tongue behaved like a second prick in Jill's pussy. It was thrusting, in and out, back and forth. The juice from Jill's cunt streamed down the boy's chin as he tirelessly tongue-fucked her.
Jill came first. It was an orgasm that only a young boy could give her, charged with incredible energy. But, best of all, was its promise. Even better climaxes awaited her, of that Jill was supremely confident. Each one more powerful than the last. Sixty-nining was just the beginning. This boy, Jill knew, was capable of fucking her in the mouth, cunt and ass like nobody had done before. His youth was an asset almost equal to his huge prick.
Now it was the boy's turn for release. He had been holding his nuts in check, trying to prolong the delicious sixty-nine, but it was a losing battle. His cock was like a time bomb that had run out of ticks and had to explode.
The boy's crotch slammed into Jill's face and his cock lurched in her throat. His balls felt like they were being turned inside-out. For the first time in his life he was coming in a woman's mouth.
It was a first for Jill, too. Her first mouthful of teenage jizz. The boy's spewing cream was much sweeter than she was used to. It was also thicker and there was more of it.
Jill's cheeks ballooned. The boy's prick was squirting cum faster than she could swallow it. Some of the jism invaded her breathing passages, clogging her nostrils.
Jill felt drunk, as though the boy's cum were straight alcohol. It was a thrilling giddiness which made her climax on the spot.
Finally the boy's cock stopped spurting. Now Jill had the chance to suck down the rest of his jizz. She did it leisurely, purposely letting some of the cum spill from the corners of her mouth when the boy withdrew his prick.
Jill saw that the boy's dick was still hard. Even though she had counted on it, she was still excited by her lover's teenage stamina. There would be no coaxing necessary for what Jill had in mind next.
She rolled away from under the boy, pivoting her ass so her thighs opened in his face. Her cunt was spread, drooling with invitation. The boy's prick stiffened even more, looking like the muscle inside might burst through the skin.
"Fuck me!" Jill demanded.
"Jesus, will I!" the boy blurted, as his fantasy came true.
He was so eager. So young and fresh.
"You're precious," Jill whispered in the boy's ear as he sprawled on top of her, pushing his prick up her cunt. "What's your name, tiger?"
"Johnny," the boy grunted, burying his cock to his balls in Jill's damp twat.
"Johnny," Jill repeated the name. "Nice and simple. I like it. Suits you."
"D-do we have to talk right now?" Johnny responded, nervously stammering.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm so excited fucking you," the boy explained. "I can't concentrate on anything else."
"Beautifully put, Johnny," Jill praised her teenage stud. "We'll let your cock and my cunt do our talking for us for awhile."
They did. It was a symphony of lust between a boy getting his first piece of ass and an older woman who couldn't get enough cock.
Johnny's prick stroked ceaselessly in Jill's pussy. Jill started climaxing and couldn't stop.
She had her legs around Johnny's waist. Now she held them straight out, straddling his torso. The new position seemed to make her cunt even deeper. Johnny's hard-on plowed into her, creating the impression that it stabbed to her spine.
The boy was grunting like a wounded beast. But he never became winded like the other men Jill had fucked. Johnny was in tip-top shape, at the peak of his sexual powers. He could have balled Jill indefinitely if he hadn't had to shoot his wad.
"Gonna come!" Johnny blurted, abruptly breaking the silence.
"Shoot it into me, stud!" Jill replied. "Let it flow! Drown my pussy with your hot jizz!"
"Here it is!"
Johnny's cock seemed to recoil in Jill's cunt it jumped so powerfully. Then it was spurting cream, even more than it had discharged in Jill's mouth.
Jill's pussy sopped up as much of the cum as it could. But Johnny's cock gushed with such force that her twat couldn't hold all the jizz.
When Johnny's prick slowed to a dribble, the flow of cum reversed its direction. A puddle of it welled in Jill's cunt, then began to leak. Jill's thighs were suddenly soaking wet as her pussy overflowed.
"Sensational," Jill moaned when the fucking stopped.
Johnny slid his cock out of Jill's cunt and stared down at it.
"I can't believe I lost my cherry," he muttered.
"Maybe you haven't completely lost it. Not entirely," Jill chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Johnny gulped, afraid Jill was criticizing his performance. "Didn't I fuck you right?"
"Perfect," Jill reassured him. "Even better than you fucked my mouth when we were sixty-nining. But, you know, a woman is more complicated than you might think at your age."
"What do you mean?" Johnny asked, confused.
"A mouth and a cunt aren't all a woman has to offer a big cock like yours, Johnny," Jill replied. "Unless you've fucked every hole I've got, you haven't done the whole number. You're still kind of cherry."
"But where else could I fuck you?" the boy asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
"I'll let you answer that question, stud," Jill teased.
"You're making fun of me," the boy protested.
"Calm down, Johnny. I'm making a man out of you. Now, think. Pretend you're having a wet dream. You have plenty of those at your age, don't you?"
"Yes," the boy admitted.
"And there's a naked woman in them, right? You can do anything you want to her, because it's all in your head and there's nobody to stop you."
Johnny nodded.
"The dream won't stop," Jill continued. "You've already fucked the woman in your dream in her mouth and pussy, but you're hornier than ever. The more you fuck her, the more you want."
Johnny nodded some more. His tongue passed hungrily across his lips and his tireless hard-on twitched straight out in the air.
"You grab her legs," Jill said. "Right at the insides of her thighs, prying them apart. Her cunt is already soaked with your cum. You want a fresh, tight hole. So you roll her over, with your hands still between her thighs, only now she's on her belly. Now you're looking straight into the crack of her ass. Her butt is wide-open. What do you see, Johnny?"
"Jesus," Johnny wheezed.
Jill poured it on.
"Yes, Johnny. It's there waiting for you. Waiting for your big, strong cock. Red and round. So tight. The tightest hole you could ever fuck. What is it, Johnny? Say it. Where are you going to fuck her next?"
Jill paused, letting the impact build, before she spoke again.
"Where are you going to fuck me next, Johnny?"
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," the boy answered with a combination of disbelief and determination.
"Do you know how tight a woman's ass is, Johnny?" Jill rasped. "Do you have any idea how tight my ass is? How good it will feel for both of us when I'm on my hands and knees and you're taking me from behind, with your big cock butt-fucking me up to your balls?"
Jill flopped over, lifting herself up on all fours, flaring her loins from the rear like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck my ass!" Jill demanded with stark simplicity.
"You really want it bad, don't you?" Johnny gulped with awe.
"As much as you do, stud," Jill answered. "Why don't you tell me? How much is that?"
"It wasn't just the wet dreams you talked about," Johnny revealed. "A lot of times when I jack-off, I close my fist as tight as I can and imagine it's a woman's ass. Ever since I read about butt-fucking in one of those magazines."
"The real thing is better," Jill promised. "Now get to work and stick it in, stud. Fuck my ass with your big, thick cock before I have to rape you."
Johnny took her seriously.
"You would, wouldn't you?" he asked Jill. "Rape me if you had to... to get what you want?"
"But I don't have to with you," Jill replied over her shoulder. "Do I, Johnny?"
"No, you don't," the boy sheepishly admitted.
He closed the distance between himself and Jill's wide-open ass. His cock-head pressed into her asshole, squashing the fleshy rim. He shoved. The knob of his prick disappeared inside Jill's final hole.
"Go to it, stud," Jill pleaded. "Ram me. You haven't fucked a woman's ass until your cock is buried. Until you feel her hot shit burning against the head of your dick."
Sweat rolled down Johnny's face as he gritted his teeth and shoved with his bony crotch. He was a strong kid. Jill's asshole was tight, but Johnny's cock was thrusting hard.
Since she had started fucking other men besides her husband, Jill had been butt-fucked three times before now. The rapist, Al Field and the cab driver had all had their big cocks up her ass. But none of them had done it with such power as this teenage boy. Johnny's hard-on drove straight ahead, nothing stopping it.
"Oooooh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Jill screeched when she realized her ass had been hiked with a single cock-thrust.
"God, it's so tight," Johnny gushed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"Don't lose your nerve. Not now," Jill responded. "You know, down deep, that you want to hurt me. You know I want to suffer. That's why a woman makes a man fuck her in the ass. The pain... "
She interrupted herself with a long sigh.
"... ahhhh, the pain is so sweet. Turn it on, Johnny. Tear my ass up with your big cock!"
The boy grabbed Jill's asscheeks and jackhammered his prick up her butt. His cock moved faster and faster.
As she writhed in delicious agony, Jill glanced over to the mirror on her dressing table. She could see everything. Johnny's hard-on pumping in her ass. The delirious expression on her face.
"I love it," she whispered.
Johnny couldn't have heard her any way. His pulse was booming in his ears like a jungle drum. He thought his veins were going to burst. But he didn't slow down a bit.
"I'm fucking a woman in the ass," he repeated several times to himself. "Really doing it."
Just as Jill had said, Johnny could feel her hot shit lapping against his cock-head. It turned him on almost as much as the tight friction from Jill's asshole. It was so dirty. The way he'd always fantasized about sex.
"Oh, wow," Johnny panted, "my nuts are on fire. This is too much. Have to come. Sorry it's so quick."
Johnny's cock erupted within a second. So quickly that it surprised even him, although he had just warned Jill his prick was going to blow.
A flood of cum engorged Jill's bowels.
The impact of Johnny's jizz drove Jill's head against the bed. The iron grill scratched her face, leaving a trail of blood down her cheek from her eye to her chin.
A bloody Jill tried to cry out words of joy, but she couldn't make sense. She was hysterical with orgasm. The sounds she made were more like an animal's than a human being's.
"Take it! Take it!" Johnny was shouting. "Take all of my cum in your ass!"
His cock kept spurting long after it seemed possible. He had come three times now and on each occasion his balls seemed to produce double the amount of jizz than the time before.
Finally, Johnny's prick dried up, It seemed to surprise him.
He pulled it out of Jill's ass with a pop. His dick was still hard.
Jill fell to her belly. Johnny flipped her over. He was his own man now. He no longer needed Jill to tell him what to do with his cock.
He squatted on Jill's torso, pushing his hard-on between her tits. He squashed her tits together, enclosing his cock and started rubbing.
Jill had brought this inexperienced boy into her home to seduce him and take his cherry. But now she was the one on the receiving end of a new experience. No one had ever fucked her tits before. Using them like the walls of a cunt, stroking a cock in their squeezing embrace.
Johnny's cock-head bobbed into the open. Jill dipped her head. She could just reach the tip of his prick with her tongue. When Johnny came from fucking her tits, the jizz would spurt right in her face.
"Did you think of this all by yourself?" Jill moaned to Johnny as the stiff teenage cock moved between her tits.
"It just came to me," the excited boy answered. "Like it?"
"Mmmm, love it. You're the first one to ever do it to me, Johnny. Oooh, fuck my tits."
Jill went back to licking the tip of his hard-on. Johnny's prick pumped faster. His cock was so solid that its chafing shaft left angry red marks on the inner slopes of Jill's tits.
"My balls are really sore," Johnny said. "Same as when I fucked you in the mouth, cunt and ass."
"You mean you're going to come... already?" Jill asked.
"Sorry, can't help it," Johnny answered.
"Sorry?" Jill chuckled. "He's ready to come for the fourth time and he apologizes for it."
"Then you want me to come now?"
"Let go with everything you've got, Johnny. I'll take your hot cum right in my face."
Jill pushed the boy's hands away from her tits and took charge for the final cock-thrusts. The channel she made with her tits for Johnny's prick was like a velvet vise.
The boy's nuts were in an uproar. This was the fourth time they would have to bleed cum and they were aching. His cock felt like somebody had lit a match at the tip.
"Here it is!" Johnny gasped. "My prick's gonna explode!"
His spurting hard-on jumped all the way out of the crevice between Jill's tits. Johnny's hot jism hit her square in the face. As cum rolled down her cheeks, Jill licked up as much of it as she could.
"Sweet... sweet, sweet cum," Jill sighed, wetting her fingertips with some jizz and sucking them dry.
Now, drained for the fourth time, Johnny's prick finally went limp. He seemed embarrassed by it. The fucking was over.
Things began to change almost at once now that Johnny's dick could no longer produce. Johnny and Jill had nothing to say to each other once they had stopped balling.
"Maybe I'd better go now," Johnny muttered self-consciously after fidgeting around for awhile.
To Johnny's surprise, Jill picked up on his suggestion more strongly than he guessed he really wanted her to.
"Yes," she said crisply, "it is getting late. I'm sure you have homework to do. I've got to make dinner for my husband."
"W-will, I see you again, ma'am," the boy stammered.
"I don't know," Jill answered in a far-away voice.
She was suddenly deep in thought. Her brusque behavior when the fucking was over had surprised her as much as it had Johnny. She searched for an explanation for her sudden coolness to the boy who had fucked her so good.
Johnny started getting dressed, looking down at the floor. But, then, as he forced the zipper of his fly over the bulge of his cock, his eyes jumped up to stare at Jill.
Johnny's lips trembled. The muscles in his jaw twitched. He had something to say.
"You... you just pick guys up, don't you?" he blurted at Jill, starting with a stammer but quickly picking up steam. "I mean, you don't care anything about the guys you fuck. You just pick them up, use them and toss them away. You won't remember anything about me but my cock by tomorrow."
"Could be," Jill answered. It did not bother her to admit it. "So what?"
Johnny just shook his head.
"Boy... " he started to say something, but couldn't finish it.
He shook his head some more.
"You didn't know there were really women like me, did you, Johnny?" Jill asked. "You thought we just existed in your fantasies."
"Yes," the boy confessed.
"Well, we all have to learn sometime," Jill said, really talking to herself more than to Johnny.
For Jill had just had the most powerful learning experience of her life. She had just found out who she was.
The boy had been right. She loved to fuck. Once she was through balling a guy, she was already looking ahead to the next stud. Bouncing from man to man was her thing.
In some weird way, being raped by the escaped convict had unlocked a door in Jill's brain. A door that led to the greatest fulfillment she had ever known.
Before she had been raped, Jill had prided herself on being faithful to her husband. Mike was the only man she had ever fucked. She had pushed the fact that she actually disliked him into the back of her mind. She was doing her duty.
Having another man's cock in her cunt, mouth and ass had changed Jill's life. Now she craved action outside of her marriage like it was a longstanding addiction rather than something she had just started a few weeks before.
"Goodbye, Johnny," Jill said firmly to the boy. "You know the way out."
"E-everything all right, ma'am?" Johnny stuttered self-consciously.
"I just want to be alone," Jill told the boy. "I need to do some thinking."
"Was it... what I said?" Johnny gulped, amazed that he could have such power over a beautiful woman.
"Yes," Jill admitted.
"Guess I was out of line. Gosh, I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Don't be," Jill said evenly. "In fact, thanks. Thanks for being so honest with me. I appreciate it."
The boy shrugged with confusion and left. Jill got up and looked at herself in the mirror when she was alone. She liked what she saw.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jill received a letter in the mail from Dr. Al Field. There was a bill enclosed, along with a referral to a Dr. G. S. Stone. Attached to this was a handwritten note.
"Jill," Al Field had written. "You need help. I sincerely believe that. I'm sorry I took advantage of your weakness-it was very unprofessional of me. You're a sick woman. On the verge of wrecking your marriage and possibly, your life with your reckless sexual impulses. Please see Dr. Stone at once before you burn all your bridges behind you."
Jill crumpled up the note and laughed. If she was sick then she hoped nobody ever came up with a cure.
But her curiosity got the best of her and she called Dr. Stone's office just for kicks. Jill imagined him as some incorruptible old fuddy-duddy with all the warmth of his name. It might be fun, she thought, to put the make on a man like that.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Bennett, we've been expecting you to call," the nurse said over the phone. "The doctor is very anxious to see you. Why don't you come right over?"
"Okay," Jill agreed, feeling an itch in her pussy.
Before she left the house she took off her bra and panties and perfumed her cunt. Her blouse was unbuttoned about three notches too low, so her bare tits jiggled whenever she moved, her nipples playing peekaboo.
A half an hour later, when Jill entered the neat brick building out in the valley, Dr. Stone's nurse practically greeted her at the door.
"I'm Christina," the attractive young woman told Jill. "We try for an informal atmosphere around here. May I call you by your first name?"
"Sure," Jill said, surprised by how comfortable she felt in Dr. Stone's office.
"Do you want to step into the other room and undress now, Jill?" Christina inquired with a smile.
"Isn't that a little unusual?" Jill asked. "Dr. Stone isn't a medical doctor."
"Yes, but I am a registered nurse," Christina explained. "Licensed to perform routine physical examinations. Dr. Stone believes it helps to understand a person's mind better if you are familiar with their body. This way, Jill, it will only take a few minutes. It's a very basic examination."
The room where Jill was supposed to strip was hued in soft lighting, nothing like an ordinary examining room. Music was piped in. Violins were playing in the background as Christina began to help Jill off with her skirt.
"No panties, Jill?" Christina asked with a grin when Jill was nude from the waist down.
Jill didn't know how to respond. The way Christina's eyes stayed riveted to her pussy put butterflies in her stomach.
"I don't wear panties either," Christina said, still grinning. "It makes me feel free when a blast of fresh air shoots up between my legs. A real lift. Same for you, Jill?"
Jill nodded, as Christina unbuttoned her blouse and looked at her bare tits.
"I knew you weren't wearing a bra the second I saw you," Christina revealed. "I saw your nipples poking through your blouse."
Christina plucked one of the ripe, red nipples, then the other one.
"Are your nipples always this hard, Jill?" Christina asked.
Jill was speechless.
"Or are they just like this when you're turned-on?" Christina purred. "Does being naked in front of me turn you on, Jill?"
"Yes," Jill gasped.
"Really?" Christina murmured. She was unbuttoning the front of her own white uniform dress now.
The dress just seemed to float away. All of a sudden, Christina was nude except for her white stockings. Like Jill, she was a natural blonde.
"Y-you're beautiful," Jill gulped with awe, as Christina took her in her arms.
Christina kissed her, using her tongue like a hot-tipped lance. With tits and cunt rubbing against her, Jill melted inside.
"Lie down on the couch, Jill," Christina said when she broke the kiss. "Be sure to spread your legs. I need to, uh, examine you. We use a couch here instead of one of those tables most doctors use. It's so much more comfortable."
The couch was leather. Wide and plush. Jill sunk into it when she reclined on her back.
Then Jill opened her cunt in another woman's face for the first time in her life. Christina licked her lips.
"Don't worry about a thing," Christina cooed. "I'm an excellent nurse."
She dipped down between Jill's gaping thighs. Her tongue probed into Jill's pussy, testing the damp.
"Oooooh, that feels so good," Jill moaned, as her cunt was eaten for the first time by another woman. Jill climaxed without warning. The abrupt gush of pussy juice spilled into Christina's sucking mouth and the cunt-licking nurse sighed from the honeyed flavor.
The doctor's office was thickly carpeted, so footsteps were impossible to hear. In addition, the lighting was uniformly subdued. Someone could walk down the corridor, open a door and the people inside might not immediately notice there was an intruder if they were busy.
Christina and Jill were very busy. As Christina went down on her pussy, Jill came and came. Neither of them were aware they had a visitor.
"Well, I see you two have gotten acquainted," a tall woman in a shapeless smock said.
Christina's head rose up from between Jill's legs. Pussy juice trickled down her chin.
"Doctor," Christina identified the intruder.
"Dr. Stone?" Jill muttered with confusion.
"Call me Grace," the tall woman said. "You must be Jill Bennett."
Jill nodded.
"I apologize for Christina," the doctor chuckled. "I'm afraid she gets carried away at times."
The doctor paused.
"That is, I apologize if there's any reason for it," she added. "Different kinds of women respond in different ways to a girl like Christina, if you know what I mean."
Jill blushed with embarrassment, as she realized Dr. Stone was subtly accusing her of being a lesbian.
"I-I've never done anything like this before," Jill defended herself.
Grace Stone had gray eyes that bored holes in people.
"But you liked it, didn't you, Jill?" she said, fixing Jill with a stare.
Jill remembered that her legs were still apart. She closed them and her wet pussy squished.
"That's not necessary," Grace Stone responded. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're among friends."
She barely touched the insides of Jill's thighs and they instantly parted again.
"Doesn't Jill have a beautiful cunt?" Christina sighed in the background.
Grace Stone ran a finger up the gooey slot of Jill's pussy lips, stopping where the petals of flesh joined at the top and pressing Jill's clit. Jill jumped with excitement and her cunt drooled.
"She has a nice, firm clit," Grace told her nurse. "Extremely sensitive."
"You should taste her," Christina urged.
"I intend to," Grace answered without hesitation. "If it's all right with Jill, of course."
The doctor stepped backward so Jill could see all of her through the V of her spread legs. The shapeless smock fell away. Grace Stone wore only pantyhose underneath. Then they were gone and she was totally naked.
Grace was big. Big everywhere. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her. At her muscular crotch was the thickest, darkest thatch of pussy hair that Jill had ever seen.
"Is it all right if I eat your cunt, Jill?" Grace asked patiently.
Jill couldn't believe how hot she was.
"Oh, yes!" she gushed, throwing all restraint to the winds. "Please go down on me, Grace! Suck my pussy!"
"With pleasure, Jill," the doctor replied.
Grace knelt forward, burying her big head in the crux of Jill's sleek thighs. Then the lips of her mouth were pressing against the lips of Jill's twat.
"Use your tongue," Jill urgently moaned.
Grace's tongue hardened and shot into the moist channel of Jill's cunt. The doctor was an expert at tongue-fucking another woman's pussy. Jill's hips began to squirm just as if her twat were being fucked by a real cock.
"Mmmm, Jill's already coming," Christina noted from the sidelines. "I can always tell."
"Oh, yes... yes, I'm coming," Jill swooned. "Coming so hard. Can't keep from coming."
"You're beautiful when you come," Christina told Jill, moving over to stroke her long blonde hair.
Christina stood over Jill's face, at the end of the couch, parting her thighs and flexing her crotch. Jill rolled her eyes back in their sockets and saw pussy. She was hungry for it immediately.
"I know what you want, Jill," Christina chuckled from above.
The nurse straddled the corner of the couch with one of her long legs, centering her golden cunt with Jill's mouth. Then she lowered her crotch until her twat was just inches from Jill's lips.
"Tickle me with your tongue, Jill," Christina called down. "Tease me. I like my cunt nice and juicy before I feed it to another woman."
Jill's tongue darted into the open. It just reached Christina's dangling pussy lips, as it wiggled back and forth.
"Mmmmm," Christina groaned, lowering her cunt just a little more. "Lick my clit, Jill. Get my pussy juice really flowing."
The tip of Jill's tongue touched Christina's clit and pushed deep into its hood of pink flesh. Christina's cunt seemed to spring a leak. and as it oozed honey, Christina finally lowered her pussy all the way against Jill's awaiting mouth.
The sounds of sucking and licking filled the room. Jill couldn't decide which turned her on more, eating another woman's sweet cunt or having her own eaten. Maybe, she concluded, that was the way lesbian sex was supposed to be. In any case, she certainly had a couple of experts to break her in.
Between Jill's thighs, Grace Stone was driving her rigid tongue up Jill's cunt. The pressure never relented. Jill couldn't stop coming.
Neither could Christina as she sat on Jill's face with five inches of tongue up her twat. Jill instinctively knew how to tongue-fuck another woman's pussy. The more the tongue in her own cunt made her climax, the better Jill passed on the favor to the pussy she was simultaneously eating.
It went on like this for several minutes. Jill's climaxes ebbed and flowed, but she always had one going. Christina seemed to also.
It was Grace Stone who broke things up. She called her nurse off of Jill's face, suggesting that the action move on to something else.
"You mean that... already?" Christina asked the doctor.
Grace nodded and smiled.
"Jill is a very advanced patient," she said to her nurse. "Surely, I don't have to convince you of that, Christina."
Christina just laughed, then abruptly left the room.
"What's going on?" Jill asked in a daze, still flat on her back, her legs apart and her pussy seeping.
"Why don't you let yourself be surprised?" Grace soothed, stroking the inside of one of Jill's thighs. "Trust us."
A question popped into Jill's mind. Suddenly she couldn't resist asking it.
"When Dr. Field referred me here," she said rapidly, before she could lose her nerve, "did he know this was going to happen?"
Grace Stone was amused.
"You mean Al?" she softly laughed. "No, Jill, his interest was strictly above-board in sending you to me, in spite of what may have happened between the two of you while he was treating you. I'm afraid our friend Dr. Field is rather naive for someone who deals with human behavior. He assumes a lesbian can only be a patient. It would never occur to him that one might be a doctor. He hasn't the faintest idea why I restrict my practice to female cases."
"Do you get it on with all of your patients?" Jill asked.
"Just the beautiful ones," Grace smirked. "And the ones that Christina, uh, screens. She has a real talent for detecting a tell-tale glint in a woman's eye. Of course, it isn't that difficult for her when a patient strips for a physical examination and isn't wearing anything underneath."
"You had to have watched the whole thing to know that!" Jill blurted.
"Right through that one-way mirror on the far wall," Grace admitted.
Now that she realized how completely she had been seduced into a lesbian triangle, Jill was even more aroused than ever. It thrilled her that two other women would be so turned on by her naked body. Especially two women who were so stunning themselves. A whole new world of sex had opened to her.
"You're rubbing your pussy, Jill," Grace pointed out. "You're hot to go again, aren't you?"
Jill looked between her legs, surprised by the fingers that crawled all over her cunt.
"What are you going to do to me?" Jill asked.
"No, no, Jill, we mustn't spoil the surprise," Grace said like an adult speaking to a child. "You'll get what you want before you know it... and more than you expected."
Christina entered the room. She was carrying a zippered leather pouch, the kind that might contain blood-pressure instruments or a stethoscope. This one bulged at the sides, however, as though it held something out of the ordinary.
"What's that?" Jill said.
"Look," Christina bubbled with enthusiasm, as she glided over to Jill and unzippered the pouch. "Have you ever seen anything like it in your life?"
Jill flinched at first. It looked like a snake inside the pouch.
"You're scaring the hell out of the poor girl," Grace told her nurse with a broad smile. "Here, give me the case."
Taking the pouch from her giggling nurse, Grace reached in and pulled out the contents, holding it aloft.
It still looked like a snake to Jill, even though she could see that it was actually constructed of shiny pink vinyl.
"Know what this is, Jill?" Grace inquired.
Jill replied that she didn't.
"It's called a dildo," Grace said. "Women use it to fuck each other."
"A plastic cock?" Jill gasped, amazed.
Grace nodded.
"This one's a special model," she resumed speaking. "A head at each end. Approximately two feet apart. Do you have any idea what that means, Jill?"
"W-we can fuck each other with it," Jill stammered.
Her voice grew in strength.
"We can really fuck each other. Two women... "
"Each with a solid foot of cock in her cunt," Grace cut in. "And no men in sight. Are you game, Jill?"
"Take it easy, Jill," Grace cautioned. "We have to work up to it slowly. Christina likes to help out... get things ready... and I just can't resist indulging her. We've been together so long that we're almost like some old married couple, I suppose, so in tune with one another's habits."
"I'm married," Jill muttered, unexpectedly reminded of her husband.
"Yes, Jill, I know," Grace softly responded. "It hasn't worked out well, has it? I can see it in your eyes."
"No," Jill confessed, "it hasn't. My marriage is a shambles."
"Christina and I are very happy together," Grace said. "That should tell you something, Jill."
"How long have you been lesbians?" Jill asked.
"Since the First day we met," Grace answered.
"I seduced her," Christina laughed.
The nurse was on her knees now, having taken the dildo over from Grace. She began working one half of the plastic cock into Grace's pussy, kissing the inches of flesh-like vinyl just before they entered the doctor's big-lipped gash.
"Christina loves to wait on me," Grace explained to Jill as the ritual continued. "At home she's more like my servant than my nurse."
"Sometimes when I'm bad, Grace spanks me," Christina looked up from the doctor's cunt and said. "Paddles my little butt until it's black and blue."
"No, it's all right," Jill interrupted. "Spanking, hmmmm. I never thought about it much. I might like it myself... from another woman. Even without being bad."
Christina's eyes lit up.
"Who knows, Jill? Your wish may come true," she purred, then went back to work preparing Grace and Jill for their fuck.
Twelve inches of the dildo were solidly locked in Grace's strong cunt. Upon first glance, the free end of the vinyl tool dangled from the doctor's mossy crotch as though it were her own natural cock.
"I can't resist," Christina sighed as she knelt in front of Grace.
Christina lifted the loose half of the dildo toward her mouth and closed her lips over the huge imitation cock-head. Farther and farther down the thick shaft of the dildo Christina sucked, until she had deep-throated twelve inches of vinyl prick. Her lips nuzzled the hairy curls at Grace's thrusting crotch, as her teeth clenched the center of the dildo that was equally shared by her mouth and the doctor's cunt.
After some noisy sucking, Christina finally pulled her mouth away. When half the dildo was free again, it was dripping with spit.
"Your turn, Jill," Christina mewled, aiming the glistening cock-head at the split of Jill's cunt.
With a flick of her wrist, Christina stabbed the knob of the dildo and several inches of shaft went inside Jill's wide-open pussy. At the same time, Grace moved closer at the other end of the connection.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Christina asked Jill.
"Mmmm," Jill answered, moaning. "So thick. And warm. Surprises me how warm."
"Wait'll you get the whole thing really up your pussy," Christina said. "You won't believe it. No man has a cock this big."
Then Christina moved away from between Grace and Jill, taking a spectator's role.
"I'll let Grace do the rest," she said. "I always like to watch the last part, when the last half of the dildo slides up the second woman's cunt. If I listen real good, I can usually hear it."
Quickly, it was happening just like Christina's description. Falling between Jill's spread thighs, Grace pushed the remainder of the dildo up Jill's fuck-hungry cunt. The channel of Jill's twat was so wet that it squished aloud.
Grace rocked her big hips in the nest of Jill's thighs, making the dildo shimmy in both of their cunts.
"How do you like being fucked by another woman?" Grace asked Jill.
"Love it," Jill groaned. "As much as I love fucking her back at the same time."
Jill's ass wriggled. Her crotch bucked. Now when Grace delivered a cock-thrust, she pushed back with equal force.
While they fucked, Grace sucked Jill's tits. Her tongue constantly shifted, first smooth, then rough, as she lapped Jill's nipples to the bursting point.
Grace was a powerful fucker. She picked up strength with every deep stroke. Jill wildly climaxed.
Grace's erotic energy built until it could not be contained by a conventional fucking position. She locked her arms around Jill's body and lifted her from the couch, holding her aloft.
Grace stood to her full height in the center of the room. Jill clung to her in midair with her legs scissoring Grace's waist, while the dildo curved from cunt to cunt.
Christina scooted over, kneeling with her face under Jill's ass. Her tongue passed along the exposed bulge of the dildo, going back and forth between Jill's and Grace's crotches, always stopping to lick some pussy before changing directions. She poked each clit many times.
"Get out of the way, Christina," Grace called down after awhile. "I've got to put Jill down."
"Let Jill be on top this time," Christina suggested as she backed away on her knees.
Grace brought Jill and herself down on the lush carpet. Jill was sitting on Grace's lap now, her half of the dildo standing straight up in her cunt.
"Are you ready to take charge, Jill?" Grace asked.
"Of course!"
Grace stretched out her legs and fell back on her shoulders. Jill eased down into a sprawl on top of her, then felt Grace's muscular thighs gripping her rib cage.
Jill's crotch and hips began to move like a man's now that she was on top of the action. The cheeks of her ass clenched together as she drove twelve inches of cock up another woman's cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Jill!" Grace cried.
Jill did more than that. Now it was her turn to suck Grace's tits. The nipples were as ripe and heavy as small pieces of fruit. Jill sucked and tongued them good.
"I'm coming," Grace gasped. "Is it as good for you, Jill, as it is for me?"
"Terrific!" Jill squealed, an orgasm turning her nerves into electric fingers that crawled over every inch of her body.
"It's going to get even better," Christina whispered, suddenly at Jill's ear.
Jill turned her head and impulsively kissed Christina on the lips, while she kept fucking Grace.
"Know what I'm going to do to you, Jill?" Christina murmured.
Jill didn't.
"Remember our little talk about spanking?" Christina asked. "You said you might like to try it? Well, now is as good a time as any. Really, the best time."
"While I'm fucking Grace?" Jill said.
"Naturally."
Without warning, Christina's arm uncoiled in a blur. The spread fingers and open palm of her flattened hand whacked across Jill's asscheeks.
"Ouch!" Jill yelped from the ringing slap on her butt.
But then she started sighing as a warm glow spread across her asscheeks.
"Oh, do it again," she giggled with excitement. "It's wicked."
"And you keep fucking Grace," Christina said. "Every time I paddle your butt, drive that big cock up Grace's cunt."
With no change of expression on her face, Christina abruptly lashed out again. Jill's ass burned when the hand struck her buns. As her butt reddened and jerked in reaction from the blow, Jill made sure she drove the dildo to the depths of Grace's cunt as the lesbian doctor writhed beneath her.
"Mmmm, incredible," Grace groaned in appreciation from Jill's mighty cock-thrust. "An incredible climax. I'm coming so hard!"
In the meantime, Christina had lifted her arm again. Another slap. Jill's ass flamed.
The only way Jill could siphon off the searing pain was to power the dildo into Grace's pussy. This, in turn, caused an equal length of vinyl cock to surge up Jill's own pussy. By then, Jill's raw pain had turned into wild pleasure.
But Jill could not relax. It was time for Christina to start the cycle all over again.
Christina's arm flashed downward. The crack of flesh against flesh split the air.
Jill howled with pain.
Her crotch automatically surged. Grace arched beneath her as twelve inches of prick gouged her twat.
Then, Jill became blindingly aware of the massive cock-thrust of her own cunt from the two-headed dildo. It was like an injection of pure dope. She forgot all about the pain from Christina's brutal slap.
"You should see your ass, Jill," Christina said. "It's turning colors. Black and blue, red and purple. A mess... "
Christina interrupted herself with a sigh.
"A beautiful mess," she cooed.
Now Christina rubbed her hand across the welts on Jill's ass. A finger slipped into the crack of Jill's butt. It rubbed her asshole, the tip slipping inside an inch or so.
"Mmmm, I like this almost as much as being spanked," Jill moaned.
Christina pushed her finger farther up Jill's ass and wiggled it around.
Jill's crotch spasmed, sending a ripple along the dildo. At the other end, Grace felt the vibrations in her cunt and gasped with pleasure.
Then, abruptly, there was a soft pop. Christina's finger had lurched out of Jill's asshole. Now the finger was splayed along with four others as Christina's hand rose in the air, then came crashing down on Jill's swollen butt.
It caught Jill completely by surprise. The halves of her ass clung together in shock from the slap.
Then Jill's crotch surged. The dildo did its two-headed magic. Jill threw all of her attention into fucking and being fucked by Grace and the latest blaze of pain vanished.
Jill was exhausted when it was finally over. But Grace and Christina were completely fresh.
While Jill, cloaked with fatigue, watched, Grace and Christina put on a little show. Crawling up on the couch, they went down on each other's pussies in a slurping sixty-nine.
Jill told herself they looked beautiful together. But she found herself getting impatient. She guessed it was because she wasn't in on the action.
Jill considered joining Grace and Christina, then realized that her anxiety was caused by something other than horniness.
She wanted to leave.
Her reaction to Grace and Christina was the same as it had increasingly been to the men she had fucked. Once she had gotten it on with them, she developed the itch to move on to the next adventure.
With Grace and Christina sixty-nining, Jill gathered up her clothing without being noticed and slipped from the room. She dressed in the corridor, then started to leave the office.
She stopped short of the front door, having an irresistible idea. She reached beneath her skirt and plucked a pussy hair from her crotch. It was a long, curly strand, resembling a miniature yellow vine. Jill left it in an ashtray like it was her calling card and then went home.
CHAPTER SIX
Dr. Al Field called.
"Jill," he said, "I understand you walked out of Dr. Stone's office without making another appointment. I'm telling you, you can't afford to behave this way. You need treatment."
His voice had grown so loud that Jill held the phone away from her ear.
"Calm down, Al," she soothed. "Maybe you're the only shrink I want to see."
"It's impossible. I can't take on any extra patients," Al muttered. "I've got to think about my wife... "
"Bring her to our sessions," Jill chuckled. "I'm sure the three of us could find something to do. Did I tell you, Al, I've developed a real taste for pussy? Does your wife have a sweet cunt?"
"You're hopeless," Field grumbled.
"Don't tell me you've never eaten your wife's pussy, Al," Jill teased.
"I'll be in touch," the doctor sighed and hung up.
Jill looked at the silenced receiver and laughed. Al Field was so sure she was going straight to hell. Of course, what was funny was that he hadn't made up his mind she was doomed until after he'd fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass.
Jill was having a good time. It would be short lived. She hadn't noticed it yet, but a man's shadow had fallen over her.
"Who were you talking to, Jill?"
Jill jumped and saw her husband. She was stunned. Where had he come from?
Mike was standing there looking at her, the expression on his face not giving away how much of the telephone conversation he had overheard.
"What are you doing home from work so early, Mike?" Jill nervously asked.
"Never mind that. Who was that on the phone, Jill?"
"Why? Do you think it was a man?" Jill said sarcastically, trying to keep her husband off-balance.
It didn't work. Mike was like granite.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," he evenly stated. "I know it was a man."
Jill could tell from his smoldering eyes that there was no lying her way out of this one.
"How do you know, Mike?" she cautiously asked.
Now Mike smiled-a sly, crooked grin.
"I've been following you," he revealed.
"What? I don't believe you... "
"Oh, no? Try these names on for size," Mike interrupted Jill. "Dr. Al Field. A cab driver named Casey. A kid named Johnny-eighteen years old. You fucked them all, my dear. And that's not counting Ryan, that escaped con, who you claimed raped you... "
Jill waved him off.
"Okay, okay," she muttered. "I won't deny it. That's enough. All right, I fucked them all."
"I'm not through yet, Jill," Mike sneered. "I've saved the best for last. Other guys weren't enough for you. Now you're into chicks. Dykes."
"Grace and Christina," Jill said the names before Mike could get them out.
"Then you admit it?"
"I told you I did. Anyway, I couldn't change your mind even if I wanted to try. You had all the evidence you needed that I was screwing around before you threw this up in my face. You don't have the guts to do it any other way than by stacking the deck in advance. Because that's the kind of guy you are, Mike. A front runner. A chickenshit bastard!"
"You'll pay for that mouth, bitch," Mike seethed. "You'll pay for everything."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard, gnarled and ugly looking.
Jill couldn't believe it.
"Is this how you're going to make me pay?" she mocked. "By fucking me? Fucking me after all the others have had their cocks in my cunt? Shooting their cum inside me? What a joke you are, Mike."
"Who said anything about fucking?" Mike drawled, stroking the shaft of his cock like he was playing with a gun. "I'm not going to fuck you, Jill."
He leered before continuing.
"I'm going to rape you," Mike hissed. "Just like you said Ryan, that convict, did. Only this time I'm going to leave no doubt that it really happened."
And then, leaping like a cat, Mike grabbed Jill. His knee was in her crotch, gouging her cunt. His cock burned like a branding iron through her sweater against her belly.
Mike took Jill's face in his hands and stretched the skin across the cheekbones until Jill's eyes slanted downward and her mouth was a grimace. Mike kissed her, his breath musty and sour, his beard, tongue and lips like sandpaper.
"Did that convict come on this strong to you, Jill?" Mike spat, when he broke off the kiss. "Or were you already flat on your back with your legs spread, begging for his cock in your cunt?"
"Some men have cocks that make a woman do that," Jill defiantly replied. "Too bad you're not one of them."
"I don't need to be," Mike said. "I'd rather force the action."
"Since when?"
"Since now! Since I found out what a lying, trashy cunt you are, Jill. I'm really looking forward to this. A man always likes to rape a woman who deserves it."
Mike pushed Jill backward. She fell against some steps, shielding herself.
Mike scooped her up and carried her away. In their bedroom he ripped off her clothes and threw her naked on to the mattress.
"Here's a little sedative to calm you down, my dear," he chuckled and clipped Jill with a punch just hard enough to daze her.
When Jill started to come out of the fog, she could feel her arms and legs stretching. There was gouging pain at her wrists and ankles. She tried to move. She couldn't.
Mike had tied her to the bed. He was naked now too, kneeling between her legs with a massive hard-on.
"You're a pretty sight all trussed up like that," Mike said. "With your legs forced apart. Your cunt wide-open, a sitting target.
Jill looked down between her tits, down her smooth belly, toward the crest of her hairy crotch. Her pussy hair was puffed, catching the overhead light in its golden strands.
"Look at you," Mike laughed bitterly. "Staring at your own cunt. You're sure your pussy will save you somehow, aren't you? If only you can get your rocks off, you're thinking, you can get through this. Well, forget it, bitch. I'm going to hurt you too much for you to come. Every time you're almost there, I'll push you back. Not coming will be the worst punishment of all for you."
"Go ahead and rape me!" Jill blurted. "You won't have any trouble with me. Especially keeping me from coming. Frankly, I haven't felt anything when you were fucking me for years."
"Like I said, Jill, this isn't fucking," Mike smugly replied. "This is rape."
He choked Jill with one hand, while he used his other one to guide his prick into his wife's gaping cunt. As he forced his cock deeper and deeper into Jill's twat, Mike increased the pressure against her windpipe.
"Breathe," Mike snarled in Jill's face. "Go ahead and try to breathe. See how fast you turn blue."
Jill coughed, feeling the crushing weight against her throat with every spasm. Her nostrils sucked for the air which it was impossible for them to take in and her eyes ached as they bulged in their sockets.
"Y-you're... killing me," Jill choked.
"Maybe, when it comes down to it, that's the general idea," Mike threatened.
"You wouldn't have the nerve to go through with it," Jill hissed defiantly, even with Mike's hands around her neck.
She immediately regretted saying it. Mike did look mad and crazy enough to kill her if he was pushed far enough.
Jill changed her strategy on the spur of the moment.
"Fuck me, Mike," she rasped from the choke-hold.
She rocked her ass. The walls of her tight cunt rippled around Mike's hiked cock.
"Your prick feels good in my pussy," she told her husband. "I'd forgotten how good... "
Jill interrupted herself with a heavy sigh. Her eyes were closed. She imagined she was being fucked by anybody but her husband. She could get through it like this if she didn't look at Mike's face or use his name. If she concentrated only on the masculine power of his stiff dick in her cunt.
"Shove your dick in my pussy as hard as you can... feed my cunt with your big cock," Jill moaned.
She was able to finally get Mike's hands off her throat. They pulled away with surprising ease.
"Seems like you're more interested now in fucking me than killing me," Jill confidently teased.
She wrapped her long legs around her husband's waist and pulled his crotch against hers. His prick rammed to the depths of her twat. To make it bearable, Jill imagined that Mike's cock belonged to Johnny, that stud she'd picked up off the street and fucked.
"You're fucking me good," Jill groaned, her eyes still tightly shut. "Balling me just right, tiger."
Mike's hands, at Jill's throat just a short time before, caressed her tits. Jill's nipples hardened. She was still thinking about Johnny.
"Your pussy's deep tonight," Mike muttered into the hollow of Jill's neck. "Can't remember it ever being so deep."
"Maybe because I can't remember being fucked by such a big cock," Jill answered.
Jill's hands roamed over the cheeks of Mike's ass. He was still firm and smooth down There. Jill could easily imagine she was stroking a teenager's buns. Johnny's. Jill found herself stuck on him.
But, of course, it was really her husband who was fucking her. And Mike could not recall his wife ever being so responsive to his cock in her cunt. Jill kept feeding her husband's impression with her moaning come-ons and writhing.
The pitfall was so obvious. Jill could have easily avoided it if she had just left some part of her mind tuned in on reality. But her fantasy about Johnny had her in a surprising grip. It was the first time she had ever concentrated so heavily on a former lover.
"Fuck me! Fuck me deeper!" Jill gasped with growing excitement.
Then she committed a crucial blunder.
"Fuck me, Johnny!" she recklessly cried.
Mike lurched in the vise of Jill's thighs, then his hips came to a stop. His cock quit moving in Jill's cunt, growing slightly chilly.
"Johnny," Mike said through clenched lips.
The anger in his voice pried open Jill's eyelids. She choked when she looked into her husband's red face, even though Mike's hands weren't near her neck.
"Johnny," Mike repeated. "Jesus, that punk kid. The one you picked up off the street. You were pretending I was him while I was fucking you, weren't you? Imagining it was his cock instead of mine in your pussy."
"I-I didn't mean anything about it," Jill responded lamely. "Just couldn't help it. What are you going to do to me, Mike?"
Jill expected to be strangled again, or brutally slapped at the very least.
But Mike was calm.
But, in a way, this just made Jill more nervous.
"Don't keep me dangling, Mike," she blurted. "I told you the truth. Give me credit for that."
Mike didn't look at Jill. He looked at the wall on the other side of the room. The redness had suddenly left his face and he was pale.
"It's over," he evenly stated.
"What?" Jill responded with confusion.
"You and me. It's over between us," Mike said. "The marriage is over."
"You're leaving?"
Now Mike looked at Jill instead of the wall. To her surprise he was grinning.
"Why try to fight the truth?" Mike said. "We're going no place together. I tried to rape you. That's how bad it got. All I could think of was how to hurt you. I've been a bastard... "
"And I've been a bitch," Jill interrupted.
Mike bobbed his head and chuckled.
"There's enough blame to go around," he said.
Jill agreed that there was.
"So what do we do now?" she asked, realizing that Mike's cock had warmed up in her cunt.
"Since this is our last time together," Mike drawled, "there's something I've always wanted to try. Something I never had the nerve to do."
"Yes?" Jill expectantly asked.
She was suddenly as turned-on by Mike as the others she had fucked. Knowing that he was leaving her life made Jill see her husband in a whole new light.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Mike told Jill. "Permission granted," Jill immediately answered.
Mike worked his cock out of Jill's cunt and lifted his weight from her body. He untied her and Jill flipped over on her belly. It was then that Mike noticed the markings on her ass for the first time.
"Who did that to you?" he asked his wife, tracing his fingertips over the welts on Jill's asscheeks.
"Really want to know?"
"One of those two lesbians at that doctor's office?" Mike guessed.
"The nurse," Jill chuckled over her shoulder. "She spanked me while I was fucking the doctor with a dildo."
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"While it was happening. Been kind of sore since, though," Jill laughed. There were no secrets between her and Mike anymore now that their hold on each other had ended.
"My cock's not going to make your ass feel any better," Mike said. "When I'm through butt-fucking you, you'll hurt inside as much as outside. You understand that, don't you?"
"Kind of what I'm counting on," Jill purred. "Do it to me, Mike. Shove your big cock up my tight ass. Butt-fuck me until I scream."
Mike's hands parted the halves of Jill's ass. Her asshole throbbed in the open, red as a ripe cherry.
"I like it," Mike panted.
His fingertip circled around the pouting swirl of Jill's asshole. Mike poked. His finger penetrated the squeezing anal channel.
"Mmmm, feels good," Jill moaned. "But your big cock would feel better."
Mike pulled his finger out of Jill's asshole and wiped it across the cheeks of her butt. Then, he was gripping his cock, delivering the fiery head to the rim of Jill's tightest sexual opening.
"This is going to be rough," Jill murmured when she felt the steel of Mike's cock-head against her asshole. "Push it in, stud. Fuck my ass to your balls. Make me suffer."
"You got it!"
Mike's fist jerked his hard-on forward. His cock-head jammed inside Jill's asshole.
"More! More!" Jill pleaded. "Fuck my ass with your whole cock! Every inch! All at once!"
Mike grunted. His hard-on gored Jill's tight shitter. Half of his cock disappeared inside Jill's butt. The other half temporarily buckled from the struggle of trying to fuck a woman's ass to the hilt.
"Yess-ssss, that's better," Jill swooned. "But it's not enough. Give me the rest of your cock, Mike. All the way up my ass."
"You're a glutton."
"I'm a woman."
Mike cocked his hips for the final cock-thrust. Then he was pushing the exposed part of his prick trembling. But, slowly, surely, his dick was advancing inside Jill's ass.
"Deeper! Deeper!" Jill begged. "All the way!"
Mike didn't stop pushing. Not until his cock was buried in Jill's butt.
"Does it hurt?" Mike asked.
"Sooo goo-oooood," Jill groaned.
She moved her hips from side to side. The cock up her ass shuddered from the swaying.
"I can't fuck you for long if you move like that," Mike said. "I'll be coming before you know it."
"Let it happen," Jill replied. "I don't want you to hold anything back."
She kept on wiggling her hips. Mike's cock squirmed from the writhing pressure of Jill's asshole.
"Tight," Mike sighed. "Your ass is so tight."
His prick twinged. Mike's balls tumbled like dice. Then they jumped up in their sac, clinging to the base of Mike's hard-on.
"Guess it's going to happen even sooner than I thought," Mike rasped.
"Going to come?" Jill asked.
"Like a flood," Mike answered, suddenly breathless.
The spurs of his hips were gouging into the soft mounds of Jill's butt. His crotch bumped, his prick driving in Jill's ass.
"Fill me up!" Jill cried. "Fill my ass with your hot jizz!"
Jill was up on all fours now. Mike reached under her ribs and grabbed her dangling tits. and then, as he mercilessly squeezed her tits, his cock simultaneously gushed in Jill's asshole with a torrent of scalding cum.
The jizz ripped into Jill's bowels. She climaxed. There was liquid fire at the core of her being.
Jill's senses were erupting with orgasm. Their upheaval rocked her consciousness. Her mind became a funky haze. She was out of it.
All of a sudden Jill had forgotten who was fucking her ass. She didn't care. All that mattered was that someone's big cock was spurting jizz in her tightest hole and she was coming.
Mike became a combination of all the men who had fucked her in Jill's mind. He was Ryan, the escaped con. Al Field. Casey, the cab driver. Johnny, the kid.
Jill's mind stuck on the last image. Johnny. He was so young, so innocent, so strong, Jill thought. So cherry.
Jill didn't realize how dangerously her mind had slipped during the fury of her climax. She made the same kind of mistake she had made before.
"You're so young," she said to her husband, actually thinking of Johnny. "I'll bet you don't even shave yet."
As Mike's cock dribbled in her ass, Jill reached back and rubbed her hand along his face.
"Ouch!" she squealed when the stubble of Mike's beard unexpectedly pricked her fingers. Jill turned her head and opened her eyes, realizing that it was Mike who had just creamed in her ass, not Johnny. She looked away with embarrassment.
"It's okay, Jill," Mike said with surprising gentleness. "I know I don't own you. If there weren't other guys on your mind, we wouldn't be splitting up."
He pulled his drained cock from Jill's ass. His prick was red and sticky, getting soft.
Mike looked around the room. Jill rolled over and followed the path of his darting eyes.
"Guess it's time to really say goodbye," Mike said, his voice far away as his eyes continued to roam away from Jill.
Then his gaze suddenly returned to the foreground and locked into place.
Mike stared into Jill's face just long enough for him to say, "Good luck. It's your life, Jill. Live it the way you want."
"Thanks, Mike," Jill gratefully sighed, then gave her husband a farewell kiss.
She handled it with style, not wanting to hurt Mike any more. However, within, Jill was a lot more excited than she behaved.
In truth, she couldn't wait for Mike to leave, now that the final fuck of their marriage was recorded in history. For when Mike walked out the door, Jill would have something she had never experienced. Total freedom. She would no longer have to answer to anyone.
Jill still felt enough toward Mike to be sorry about what she had put him through. But she was so glad that the marriage was finally over. She was so glad to see Mike go.
"I'll remember your cock up my ass for a long time," she told him when he was dressed and passing through the bedroom door.
"Sure," Mike said without emotion and then turned into the hall.
Jill heard him walking through the house. The catch on the front door clicked. The door opened and closed.
Jill arose from the bed. She wandered over in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of her naked body from all angles. As she posed, Mike's cum leaked from her ass and trickled down her crack, dampening her pussy.
"I'll do all right," she said admiringly to herself.
She left to take a long, soaking bath. In the tub she left the hot water and steam enfold her.
She was totally relaxed. Her mind began to wander.
"Johnny," she murmured, not even aware that she was repeating the name over and over at first. Her hand was at her cunt, rubbing a slippery piece of soap between her pussy lips.
She didn't know why she couldn't stop thinking about the boy. The images of lovers she had had and those she had yet to fuck would not come to her. It didn't make sense that this young boy should obsess her so.
She finger-fucked herself to a climax, trying to clear her mind. But Johnny's image only grew stronger. There was something about him she could not put her finger on. Different from the others she had fucked. Jill knew she would have to find Johnny. She would explain it to herself later.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill discovered where Johnny lived. She did not close in right away, though. She waited and watched, sitting in her parked car for more than an hour up the street.
As she watched the goings and comings, Jill got a fix on Johnny's family. It was late afternoon and the boy's mother, an attractive brunette in her late thirties, came home with a load of groceries from the market. Then a younger brother cut across the front lawn and walked up the front steps, bouncing a basketball. She found herself wondering if he was as cherry as Johnny had been.
A horn honked before the younger brother went inside. The boy turned and waved to his dad, who was pulling into the driveway.
Just as the father got out of the car and Jill was about to get a good look at him, a slow-moving truck blocked her view. By the time she could see the house again, the father was on the front porch with Johnny's brother, his back turned toward Jill. The boy showed off, dribbling the basketball between his legs.
The boy's father took the ball and tried the same trick, but got all tangled up. The boy laughed and then father and son threw their arms around each other and disappeared into the house without Jill ever really seeing the father's face.
Pretty soon, Johnny came home. Probably for dinner, Jill thought. After all the waiting, his appearance seemed anti-climactic to her. She was not as aroused as she thought she would be.
When Johnny went inside, Jill tried to picture him pounding between her legs, his cock moving inside her tight cunt. The warm reaction she expected at her crotch did not occur, even when she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy did nothing. She was puzzled.
Jill remained in her car when she noticed the sun was going down. Darkness appealed to her, as though the night were a cloak of invisibility. As the sky blackened, Jill felt increasingly bold. She would try and answer the riddle of why she was here.
After the sun set, Jill left her car. She slipped under the cover of darkness into Johnny's yard and around the house. She did not know what she was looking for until she found it.
One of the bedrooms was at the rear corner of the house, its window normally shielded by shrubbery so that there was not even a shade on it. By slipping between the foliage and the screen, Jill could see clearly inside, not being seen herself as she knelt with her eyes just above the sill.
Johnny's brother was inside the bedroom. He was changing his pants.
"Dinner in ten minutes," his mother called through the closed door, so loud that Jill could hear it outside.
"Okay, Mom," the boy called back.
Then he sat on the bed and tugged his dirty jeans all the way off.
"Ten minutes. Just enough time," he said to himself.
He reached under the mattress and pulled out a magazine. A centerfold unfurled. From Jill's distance it seemed to consist of nothing but spread thighs and a wide-open cunt.
Gazing at the centerfold, the boy slipped his free hand onto his jockey shorts. The front of the shorts came down. His cock was in his pumping fist and as hard as a rock.
"He's jacking-off," Jill whispered to herself as she watched. "What a beautiful, young prick he has." Now she felt the warmth in her pussy that the sight of Johnny had not been able to give her.
Jill perked up her ears. If she listened carefully she could hear what Johnny's kid brother was saying to himself as he stroked his slender hard-on.
"Look at that juicy cunt," the boy sighed, staring at the split-beaver centerfold, right at the glossy image of the spreadeagled model's wide-open twat.
Instantly, Jill knew that Johnny's brother was cherry. Her cunt wasn't just warm now. It was burning.
"I'd give anything for a woman," the boy rasped, confirming Jill's conclusion. "Anything for a woman with a real cunt to fuck instead of just pictures and my hand."
"I'll fuck you," Jill heard herself whispering.
She realized her hand was under her skirt, at her pussy. Her fingers had tugged away the crotch-band of her panties and she was massaging her clit.
Jill thought about rapping on the window. But, she sensed, the boy would only be frightened. She had to be patient.
So Jill watched Johnny's brother finish with his hand-job. It didn't take long, the boy was so horny. A shimmering arc of cum abruptly lofted from the head of his cock, catching the light before it splattered on his belly. He wiped up his jizz with the bedding, as Jill hungrily licked her lips.
Before long the boy was in a fresh pair of pants and had left the bedroom to go to dinner. Jill left, also. She got in her car and drove aimlessly around the city. Waiting and thinking.
Jill was honest with herself. It was not the boy himself to whom she was attracted. Not basically. Otherwise she would have still been drawn to his older brother. But Johnny had not stirred her once she had seen him again, in spite of her expectations. And Jill knew why.
"Cherry cock," she said to herself.
There was, Jill recognized, something incredibly special about being someone's first fuck. Especially a young boy, someone so innocent yet so eager and tireless. That was, it occurred to Jill, what she had been thinking of when Johnny had captured her memory. And that's what was moistening her cunt now that she had set her sights on his kid brother.
At ten o'clock, Jill turned her car around and headed back to Johnny's brother. It was just about bedtime for a school night, she guessed. By the time she got back, Johnny's brother should be in bed, asleep with the lights out.
A half an hour later, Jill's car was parked up the street and she was sneaking through the yard. Around the house. The boy's light was out, along with all the others at the back of the house. Jill took a chance and sneaked inside through the kitchen door. She heard the television set from the living room as she tip-toed down the hall toward the boy's room.
He was snoring lightly when she let herself inside and closed the door behind her. She went to the bed. The boy had kicked off the covers and his trim, young body was silhouetted in the darkness against the bottom sheet. His pajamas could not restrain the hard-on that jutted through their flap.
Jill touched his dick. It seemed to burn her fingertips it was so hot. The next time she touched it, she kissed it and swooned from the heat from the boy's fiery cock-head.
The boy stirred as Jill's lips moistened the crown of his prick.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, "that feels good."
Jill sucked his cock a little farther, taking the whole head in her mouth and bathing it with spit.
The boy's ass squirmed. Without warning, he took Jill's face in his hands and forced her mouth down the shaft of his prick.
"Oh, eat it," he sighed in his sleep. "Eat my dick."
Jill knelt by the side of the bed, as her face was tugged into the well of the boy's flexing crotch. She was deep-throating his cock now. Yanking the drawstring, Jill pulled the boy's pajama bottoms open and buried her nose in the wiry hair of his groin.
As the boy spurred her on, believing he was caught up in a wet dream. Jill moved her lips up and down his rigid prick. She heard her own slurps and it excited her. Soon she was hearing another, equally arousing noise. The wet squish of her cunt every time she moved while going down on the boy's sweet dick.
Jill stripped her clothes away and crawled up on the bed. She hunched between the boy's legs at first, then gradually shifted her body in a half-circle, twisting her lips around the boy's hard-on.
Now Jill was kneeling astride the boy's torso as she sucked his cock, her spread ass hanging over his face. Jill was counting on the boy to smell her wide-open cunt as it poised for descent. She wanted Johnny's brother to give the word before she sat on his face and completed the sixty-nine she craved. She wanted him to beg for his first taste of pussy.
The boy sniffed.
"Cunt," he whispered. He had instinctively picked up the scent.
His tongue reached out, the tip tickling Jill's dangling pussy lips.
"Feed me your cunt," the boy gasped with desire. "Please."
Jill gave it to him. Her damp pussy squashed against his mouth.
The boy's tongue hardened like an oral cock and shot up Jill's mushy twat. Then it moved. Jill climaxed at once.
And as she came, she moved her lips faster and faster up and down the boy's prick. His crotch picked up her rhythm, thrusting in reply. Jill was no longer just sucking the boy's dick. He was fucking her in the mouth.
Jill squeezed his balls. They were alive, shifting in her grasp. She could feel the cum brewing.
Now Jill snaked a finger up the crack of the boy's butt. She searched for and found his asshole. It was smooth and throbbing on the outside, deep and gritty when she penetrated it to the third knuckle.
Jill finger-fucked the boy's asshole while he fucked her mouth with his cock and sucked her pussy. She wanted Johnny's brother to come as hard as she was coming. To catch up with her and spill his hot teenage jizz down her throat.
"Jeez," the boy gasped in the nest of Jill's cunt. "My nuts are all twisted up. Never felt anything like it. Even when I was jerking-off."
Jill kept finger-fucking his ass, poking at the sensitive gland at the base of his cock and balls. She added her free hand to her pumping lips on his prick, doubling the pressure of the friction.
The boy's hard-on tensed, on the verge of exploding, then Jill had just the cock-head in her mouth. She forced her lips down to the root just in time to take the first blast of cum deep in her throat. At the same time, her own climax doubled itself and her pussy spilled almost as much juice in the boy's face as his cock was spurting jizz in her mouth.
The room was filled with the mingled sounds of sucking and squeaking bedsprings. Cum and pussy juice warmed the bellies of the partners in the sixty-nine, as the sucking continued until Jill's cunt and the boy's cock were licked clean.
When there was no more jism to swallow, Jill released the boy's prick. His cock, although drained, was as hard as ever. Jill was ready to step things up.
She removed her cunt from the boy's face, swiveling to face him. Sitting up with her legs across the boy's thighs, she cuddled his cock against her crotch, rubbing it with her pubic hair, pussy lips and clit.
"What's your name?" she asked the boy.
"Terry," he answered.
His eyes were open, but Jill was not concerned. Even if he had been awakened, he would still get up tomorrow believing he had had a wet dream. He was too young and inexperienced to know that a woman like her existed without positive proof, of that Jill was sure. And she would be long-gone by morning.
In fact, this was almost like a dream for Jill, also. Of all her conquests, this one was most like a fantasy.
"Who are you?" Terry asked.
"Whoever you want me to be," Jill answered. "A girl in a centerfold, if you say so. Or a TV or movie star who's always made you horny. Some girl from school you've always wanted to fuck."
"Fuck?" Terry gulped in wonder.
"Yes, Terry, we're going to do it. You're going to fuck me," Jill purred.
"I-I'm cherry," Terry stammered.
"I know," Jill chuckled. "I wouldn't be here if you weren't."
"You'll have to help me," the boy admitted. "I'm not sure I know exactly what to do."
"It's very, very simple," Jill cooed. "Let me show you."
She slipped about half of the boy's cock inside her moist cunt and squeezed. Terry's hips bucked automatically. The rest of his prick filled Jill's twat on its own.
"See," Jill said, "you're fucking me already. Feel good to have your prick in a woman's pussy, Terry?"
He was moaning too much to answer. His prick jumped inside Jill's cunt.
"Want to be on top?" Jill asked.
The boy nodded. Jill rolled the two of them over. By the time she was settled on her back, she had slipped a pillow under her ass and locked her legs around Terry's waist. His cock stabbed her cunt to the hilt, his balls churning against the upturned cheeks of her butt.
"Play with my tits," Jill instructed. "I like that. Especially the nipples."
Jill had expected the boy to paw her tits with his hands at first. However, he surprised her by squashing his face against her jugs and taking a hard nipple in to his mouth. He sucked it down his throat and Jill shuddered with pleasure.
Terry's cock moved ceaselessly in Jill's cunt while he sucked her tits. He was such a stud, Jill thought. God, she liked them young.
Terry's hard-on was like a muscle. It throbbed and flexed with strength. Jill's pussy reacted to it with muscles of its own. Her cunt did lots of squeezing around the thrusting teenage cock.
And Jill did lots of coming.
"You're coming, aren't you?" the boy asked seriously. His eyes were as round as half-dollars as he read the joy twisting Jill's face.
"Mmmmm, yess-sssss," Jill moaned. "Coming so hard. So fucking hard."
"Then my cock really does it to you, huh?" the boy anxiously gulped. "It's big enough and all... "
"Just perfect," Jill said to Terry, just as she had once said to his brother when she had taken Johnny's cherry. "I've never been fucked any better."
"You're just saying that... "
"Sure, because it's true, stud. Now, stop talking so much and fuck me harder. Make yourself come. I want to feel the hot cream from your big cock inside my cunt. Your first load of cum in a woman's pussy."
Terry's hips rocked and Jill pushed back with her crotch. There was a long spell with no words traded. Terry and Jill fucked non-stop, his cock pistoning in her cunt.
"This is no wet dream!" the boy suddenly blurted, catching Jill by surprise.
Jill got a little nervous. She had told herself she could handle Terry if he woke up. But now she wasn't sure what to expect from the agitated teenager.
"Who not? How do you know it's not a wet dream?" Jill asked carefully.
"Because my nuts hurt too much," Terry laughed and Jill's brief concern melted.
"Gonna come?" she asked the boy.
"Sure as hell!" Terry almost whooped.
Jill still was not certain if he was awake or not. She was no longer concerned. She trusted Terry's youthful innocence.
"Then do it to me, boy," Jill responded to the promise of a cunt full of teenage jism. "Flood my pussy with your hot cum."
"Shit, I dig it when you talk dirty like that," Terry gasped. "Makes me even hotter. Jeez, am I gonna come!"
His cock jumped and spurted in Jill's cunt, she tingled with excitement as Terry's jizz splashed within her.
"Shoot it into me," Jill hissed. "Give my pussy every drop of cum you've got."
"Your cunt is sucking my balls inside out."
"Like it?"
"God, I love it!"
"Wait'll you fuck my ass."
Jill didn't get to see Terry's reaction to her proposal. The sudden shaft of light that expanded across the room made him throw his arms over his eyes. Jill was stunned too, blinking with disbelief from the intrusion.
The door quickly closed and the light was gone. But in its afterglow, Jill saw the silhouette of another bed across the room from the bed in which she was fucking Terry. It was the first time she had noticed it. She realized that this bedroom was shared by the two brothers and Johnny had just walked in.
"Son, you going to bed now?" a man's voice asked from the hall.
"Yeah, Dad, good night," Johnny answered. "Thanks for letting me stay up to watch that program."
There was a lingering silence, interrupted by footsteps treading down the hall.
"Okay, Dad's gone," Johnny whispered. "It's just the three of us. I don't know what the hell she's doing here, but... Goddamn!"
Terry was wide-awake now. But when he tried to speak, Johnny shushed him.
"We'll talk about it later," Johnny impatiently hissed.
He was at the bed now, his jeans crumpled on the floor behind him. When he got into bed he was naked and his cock was hard. Jill automatically reached out and touched his prick. An extra boy in bed had her swooning.
"Are you gonna fuck her in the ass like she said, Terry?" Johnny asked his brother.
"H-how'd you know about that?" Terry stammered.
"Heard her ask for it through the door just before I came in," Johnny explained. "Wait'll you try it. Her ass is so tight."
"Y-you know her?" Terry muttered with confusion. "You fucked her once, Johnny?"
"In the mouth, cunt and ass," Johnny readily admitted. "She picked me up off the street."
"When?"
"I told you, Terry, we'll talk about it later. It'll blow your mind when I fill you in on this chick. But, first, do yourself and her a favor. Fuck her in the ass."
"What'll you do while I'm butt-fucking her, Johnny?" Terry cautiously asked, suspicious of his older brother.
"Maybe I'll fuck her in the mouth. She really laps up a guy's cum."
"Wow," Terry sighed with wonder, his wariness gone. "Two guys on the same chick. Out of sight!"
"That's the way to talk, Terry," Johnny said. "Now let me show you how to get her ready."
Johnny put his hands on Jill's hips, but she squirmed away, smiling in the darkness because she was certain everything was going to turn out all right.
"I'm not a robot, boys," she chuckled. "You don't have to point me in the right direction to get what you want. Just take it easy and let me do my thing. A woman's ass is always sweeter when she offers to you under her own free will."
Jill got up on her hands and knees. Then, noticing a lamp on a table by the bed, she switched it on, cocking the lampshade so the light would slant onto her ass when she shifted to the right spot.
The boys gasped at the sight of Jill's illuminated butt. Her buns spread and her asshole glistened under the revealing glare.
"Hurry up and butt-fuck her, Terry," Johnny said to his brother. "If you don't, I will. Mmmm, what a sweet-looking ass."
"Don't worry," Terry answered. "I'm not missing out on this."
"Good boy," Jill called over her shoulder to Terry. "Now get that big, young cock inside my ass and really butt-fuck me."
Terry moved behind Jill, clutching her waist for balance. His cock-head arrived against Jill's asshole like a mallet. He didn't hesitate. His crotch bucked and the knob of his prick, along with three or four inches of the shaft, stabbed up Jill's fuck-hungry ass.
"Mmmm, you're eager," Jill moaned. "I like that. Like it a lot. Now give it another shove. Bury your cock all the way up my butt on the next try."
"It's gonna be a tight fit," Terry puffed.
"You can do it," Jill told him. "Your cock is like a knife. Just think of it that way. Cutting into me.
The boy gritted his teeth then drove his whole body forward. The rest of his cock barged up Jill's ass. She bit the corner of a pillow to keep from screaming out loud and waking up the rest of the household.
"I'm fucking her all the way," Terry excitedly told his brother. "My cock's up her ass all the way to my balls. God, it's deep... and so tight."
"That's cool the way your nuts rub against her wet cunt while you're butt-fucking her, huh, Terry?" Johnny sighed as he looked on.
Terry bubbled with arousal. His words were garbled. Fucking a woman's ass to the hilt had scrambled his brain.
"Christ," Johnny said while he watched, realizing he was stroking his rigid cock. "I'm gonna start jerking off if I don't hurry up and get my prick sucked."
He moved around in front of Jill. Her mouth was there waiting for his throbbing hard-on, wide-open.
Johnny didn't have to force his prick down Jill's throat. She swallowed it on her own, every inch. His cock was just as sweet as she remembered it. And he moved his hips like the expert mouth-fucker she had taught him to be that day she had picked him up off the street.
With cocks in the mouth and ass, Jill grooved on the double-fuck. It was her first time ever with two dicks. Jill promised herself it wouldn't be the last.
She came in a new way with two cocks inside of her. It was even more powerful when she reached to her cunt and gouged a fingernail into her clit to add to the action in her mouth and ass.
The brothers' cocks drove and pushed. Jill was giving the two dicks the best friction she had ever produced from her throat and asshole. Through it all, she kept coming.
Soon, Johnny and Terry were starting to climax, too. Their balls ached from the pressure of the cum they were brewing. Their cocks strained, seeming to swell even larger as they approach the moment of release.
Jill knew what was happening. She was already imagining the dual jets of hot boy-cum pouring down into her belly and up her ass.
"I'm gonna blow in her butt," Terry told his brother. "You ready to come in her mouth?"
"Just about," Johnny answered. "Just let me have a couple of seconds longer and I'll give her all the cum she can drink to go along with your shot in her ass."
Terry's dick temporarily stopped moving in Jill's ass, waiting for Johnny's prick to catch up in her mouth.
"Okay, my dick's ready to explode now," Johnny announced after a couple of hiked cock-thrusts down Jill's windpipe.
Terry's hard-on surged anew in Jill's butt. Now shit lapped his cock-head as it probed Jill's spasming bowels.
The brothers' straining pricks erupted on the same beat. Jill's mouth and ass filled with the spurting cum. The jizz was sweet as it washed into her belly and scorching as it splattered the cavity at the end of her asshole.
As though she were weighted down by the jism she had taken, Jill collapsed from her kneeling position. Softened by coming, Johnny's and Terry's cocks pulled free from the slush of her mouth and ass.
It was time for relaxing now. Time for Jill to bask in the afterglow of perfect sex.
The boys watched her as she sighed into a pillow. Jill's presence was just as exciting to Johnny and Terry after they had come in her mouth and ass as it was before they had shot their wads.
Then something broke the spell.
A man was laughing. So loudly that it carried through the house and into the brothers' bedroom like he was sitting right outside the door instead of in the living room.
"Dad," Terry gulped. "Is he still up? Wonder if he heard us?"
"He must be watching Johnny Carson," Johnny added. "I thought he went to bed. God, if he came in here... I don't wanna think about it."
The boys turned anxiously toward Jill. All of a sudden they were not thinking about the magic of her naked body. They were scared kids with trouble on their minds. If their father should walk in now and find them in bed with a naked woman, all hell would break loose.
Jill saw the handwriting on the wall. For the first time since she had sneaked into the house, she felt that she didn't belong there. It was a disappointing ending, but Jill knew she had to accept it for Johnny's and Terry's sake. She had to leave.
She got out of bed without a word and gathered up her clothes in the darkness. Still silent, she quickly dressed.
"Bye, boys," she finally whispered. "It's been nice."
Jill kissed each brother on his cheek, letting their youth leave one last impression on her. Then she darted to the door, opening and closing it as noiselessly as possible. As Jill disappeared into the hallway, Johnny and Terry held their breath and prayed she would get out of the house all right.
Creeping down the hall toward the kitchen and the back door, Jill listened closely for signs of the boys' father. The TV was still on. Hearing Johnny Carson crack a joke, Jill figured that this was as good a time as any to make a break for it. Before a commercial when the boys' father might be tempted to go into the kitchen for a snack and she would run right into him.
Jill had miscalculated. She skidded to a halt on the kitchen linoleum when she ran into the pale shaft of light.
The refrigerator was open. A man was standing right in front of it, checking out its contents.
He turned. Jill was temporarily frozen in her tracks with surprise, like a blinded rabbit before an advancing set of heat lights. The equally surprised man looked straight at Jill's slack-jawed face and she at his. His eyes smoldered.
All of a sudden Jill's body thawed. She lurched for the kitchen door before the man could block her path. She had never moved faster in her life.
She made it. When her feet hit the grass outside she didn't stop running and didn't look back. If something was yelled at her, she didn't hear it, because her ears were filled with the gusts of her own breath and the wind she created as she fled.
When she reached her car, Jill slipped inside and collapsed over the wheel.
With her eyes closed, she recreated the expression on the face of Johnny's and Terry's father when she had surprised him in the kitchen. The familiar details knotted her stomach.
"It was him," she muttered to herself, stunned.
She forced herself to say the name. "Al Field."
He was Johnny's and Terry's father. Jill's former doctor. Jill's ex-lover.
Jill was frightened. She couldn't put her finger on any one thing, but she was scared of Al Field and how he might react if he had recognized her.
She just prayed he hadn't.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jill tried to convince herself that the first couple of calls were wrong numbers. When she answered the phone there was no response at the other end of the line.
Then, hard breathing started accompanying the calls. It would go on as long as Jill would listen.
"Who is this?" Jill finally screamed after the sixth call.
The rough breathing turned into a husky snarl.
"Scared?" a man's voice rasped, apparently muffled by something over the mouthpiece.
"No," Jill lied to the caller, but not to herself. She was ready to jump out of her skin.
"Well, you should be," the man said. "You ought to be scared shitless."
"W-why?" Jill summoned all of her courage to weakly stammer.
The caller told her that he had a big prick. He was going to fuck her in the mouth, cunt and ass with it. Nothing could stop him. All Jill could do was wait for the inevitable to occur.
"I-I don't believe you," Jill muttered.
"You don't have to," the man said. "I'm calling the shots."
He hung up.
The next day a note arrived. It was spelled out with words cut from a newspaper and then pasted in a message on a piece of paper. The message was very simple. It bluntly promised rape.
In desperation, Jill called Mike and told her estranged husband that she was being stalked by a madman.
"What do you expect me to do about it?" Mike reacted impatiently. "Move back in and stand guard?"
Jill's pride was wounded by Mike's sarcasm.
"No... forget it," she mumbled. "Forget I called."
"I will," Mike snapped.
Before he hung up, Jill thought she could hear female giggling in the background. To her surprise, it made her jealous to think of Mike with another woman.
She didn't have long to dwell on it, though. Almost as soon as Jill had set the receiver in the cradle, the phone started ringing again.
Jill made up her mind she would not answer it. But waiting out the ringing was almost as painful as being threatened by the man who was haunting her.
When the phone went quiet, Jill made a snap decision. She called the police. She told them about the menacing calls and the note and asked for help. They said they would send a man right over. Then Jill put the phone in a drawer where she couldn't hear it and waited.
The cop was a plainclothes detective. A lanky gum chewer in a checkered sports jacket with a lopsided grin. Lieutenant Duncan. He started calling Jill by her first name right after he found out she was separated from her husband.
"Ah, Jill, this creep who's been bugging you," he said as he sat across from her in the living. "Has he come right out and said exactly what he plans to do to you? The, uh, juicy details?"
"You might say he's been brutally frank," Jill answered.
"Give me an example."
"The language was pretty raw," Jill said hesitantly.
"Christ, I'm a cop, Jill. I've heard it all. Just tell me the way it happened. Take the last time the punk called. What'd he say to you? Word for word."
"H-he said he had a b-big cock," Jill stammered self-consciously. She nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"Did he mention any part of your body he was particularly interested in?" the detective asked.
"My mouth... my pussy... my ass," Jill replied as if in a trance from the cross-examination. "He said he was going to... to... "
"Fuck them all?" the lieutenant cut in.
"Yes."
Duncan loosened his tie as he looked down at Jill's fidgeting legs. Her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs. "You're a good-looking woman, Jill," the detective remarked. "It doesn't surprise me that somebody would hit on you."
He paused, his eyes, seeming to Jill, to undress her.
"Maybe you even asked you for it a little bit," he drawled. "I mean, a woman like you must know what she's got. And if you've got it, flaunt it, like they say."
The lieutenant got up and walked toward Jill when she started to protest. She shut up. He was standing over her, staring down at her bare thighs.
"I'll bet you're not wearing panties," he said.
Jill wouldn't answer. He was right and she was embarrassed.
The detective snagged the hem of her skirt with a hooked finger and flipped it up. A golden triangle of pussy hair showed.
"A real blonde, huh?" Duncan rasped.
Jill saw a bulge in the crotch of his slacks. Her pussy spasmed.
"You're wet," Duncan said.
Jill glanced at her exposed cunt. The yellow hair glistened at the roots from the seeping moisture.
"You're easily aroused, aren't you, Jill?" the detective whispered hoarsely.
He stroked the inside of one of her thighs. Goosebumps prickled Jill's flesh from where Duncan's fingertips touched her leg all the way up to her pussy.
Jill couldn't help it. Her thighs involuntarily parted. She could feel her pussy lips moistly separating. The scent of her own open cunt made her nostrils flare.
"A woman with a fuse as short as yours, Jill," Duncan resumed speaking. "She could give a guy ideas."
"Do you have any ideas, Lieutenant?" Jill blurted.
"Unzip my pants and find out."
Jill couldn't resist.
She wasn't sorry. Duncan wasn't wearing any underwear either. His big, stiff cock sprang out of his open fly like the blade of a knife.
"Pretend I'm this guy who's bugging you," Duncan said. "Now that you've seen my prick, tell me this. Would it be rape if I fucked you? Or just a party?"
Jill stared at the head of the lieutenant's cock.
"A woman who didn't want it would've screamed by now," Duncan told Jill. "But you're not going to scream, are you, Jill? You're too hungry for my big cock. You want to taste it... suck it. Try it out in your mouth before you take it in your cunt."
"Yes!" Jill confessed her desire. "Fuck me in the mouth!"
Duncan's slacks dropped to the floor. He threw off the sports coat and stripped away his shirt. Naked and hairy, he clasped Jill's head behind the skull and brought her face to his groin as he propped a foot up on the armrest of the chair.
Jill's lips closed over the knob of his prick, then slid down the shaft. Duncan's hips began to roll and his moving prick used Jill's mouth like a cunt.
"You know what you're doing, baby," Duncan remarked as Jill deep-throated his big cock. "There are a lot of men who might go off the deep end for you. You ask for it. You're the kind of woman who's not satisfied unless you turn a guy on. When he takes you up on it, you can't say no."
Jill knew the lieutenant was right. She squeezed her lips around the root of his hilted cock and her throat around the head ten inches away. The excitement from the truth about herself doubled her horniness.
Jill slipped out of the chair, tugging at the lieutenant's waist to pull him down on top of her. When the fall was completed, Duncan's crotch was flattening Jill's nose, as his hips ground in her face. His cock pistoned in her throat.
Jill rubbed her chin against Duncan's balls. His nuts were churning. Jill started thinking about the hot cum they would soon produce.
Another man's jizz would spill into her mouth. She would eagerly swallow every drop of his cum. Jill could hardly wait. She was so glad that she was who she was.
Duncan's hard-on swelled in Jill's throat. His balls jumped in their sac and clung to the root of his dick.
The lieutenant's cock burst. His salty cum gushed down Jill's throat. The sound of her thirsty sucking filled the room.
"Sop it up," Duncan grunted, as his cock squeezed off spurt after spurt of scorching jizz in Jill's mouth.
Jill had no trouble honoring the lieutenant's demand. She would have had trouble doing anything else. She drank Duncan's cum as fast as she could.
When the lieutenant stopped coming in her mouth and his jizz was all swallowed, Jill thought ahead, craving more action. She couldn't help staying horny when she realized that Duncan's cock was still as hard as a rock.
Jill shoved the lieutenant's prick from her mouth with her tongue and pulled up from beneath him. Grasping the sides of the chair, she drew herself to her feet, standing on the cushion. Her calves straddled Duncan's head so he could look up into the raw slash of her open cunt as she stripped completely, flinging her skirt and blouse across the room.
"Where are you going?" Duncan asked, when a naked Jill abruptly vaulted the armrest, scurrying away when her feet hit the floor.
"I want you to fuck me in bed," Jill called over her shoulder. "With smooth sheets and a soft mattress."
Her chuckle was almost a purr.
"And a mirror," she added with a leer. "So I can-see everything."
When she entered the bedroom, Jill pulled her dressing table away from the wall so its mirror would reflect what went on in bed in full detail. She had never done this before. Arranged to watch herself fuck from start to finish.
Duncan arrived just as Jill was getting the mirror in place.
"You're one of those broads who likes to look at herself getting it on, huh?" he said. "Put on a show."
"A show?" Jill giggled kittenishly. "Why, whatever do you mean, Lieutenant?"
She flopped back on the bed. The pink caps of her knees clenched at the foreground of the nearby mirror.
"Does putting on a show have anything to do with something like this by any chance?" Jill asked, continuing to tease. She spread her legs in front of the mirror.
Duncan's eyes darted to the mirror rather than toward Jill's actually parting thighs. He saw a glistening reflection of the most beautiful blonde pussy he had ever laid eyes on and reflexively stroked the knotty head of his throbbing hard-on.
"Like my cunt, Lieutenant?" Jill crooned.
She reached into the crux of her thighs and peeled back her pussy lips like they were orchid petals. The pink tunnel inside her cunt spasmed, the flesh glistening with sticky moisture.
Duncan was still gawking at the mirror instead of at the real Jill. He went to the glass when Jill's pussy was wide-open and squashed his lips against the succulent image.
Jill reacted like the lieutenant was really sucking her cunt. She writhed on the bed, wiggling her ass and bucking her crotch. Duncan was right on top of it, sliding his lips over the mirror to keep up with Jill's excited pussy.
It was strange but Jill swore she could feel a rough male tongue inside her cunt, even though no one was actually touching her crotch. She even had a mild climax, making her pussy all the wetter.
Finally, Duncan turned away from the mirror and toward the real Jill. He had a loopy grin on his face.
"You came a little bit, didn't you?" he asked. "I heard you give out that little squeal women always do when they're getting off. You came while I was licking the reflection of your cunt in the mirror."
"Sure," Jill readily admitted. "Why not?"
"I've known other women like you," Duncan said.
Jill raised an eyebrow.
"And?" she said.
Duncan shrugged.
"So I know what you like," he told Jill. "What a woman like you needs."
"It's a cop's job to be thorough, huh?" Jill wisecracked. "Even in bed."
Duncan shrugged again.
"You meet all kinds when you wear a badge," he said.
"You think I'm kinky, Lieutenant?" Jill asked.
"Who isn't these days?"
"You're the expert, stud."
"You better believe it," Duncan responded. "And now I'm going to show you how I got the best part of my reputation."
He moved between Jill's spread legs with his big prick in his hand. He fit the cock-head into the gap of Jill's pussy lips and she sighed with anticipation.
"Fuck me!" Jill pleaded with stark simplicity.
"You got it. The best fuck you ever had," Duncan replied, then drove his stiff prick up Jill's cunt. "Mmmm, big and tight," Jill moaned, grinding her hips. "Does my pussy squeeze tight enough for your dick, Lieutenant?"
"Like a vise."
"Could be you're not the only expert in this bed, Lieutenant."
Jill and Duncan ended their dialogue and the fucking speeded up. His cock drove up her cunt, testing the deep tightness to the limit.
As they fucked, Jill looked around the lieutenant into the mirror. At first her view was obscured by the tangle of two bodies, but then she shifted her legs before hooking them over Duncan's shoulders.
Now the reflected view was as good as it could get. Jill could see everything. With her ass in the air, the swollen rim of her cock-stuffed pussy was right out in the open. The root of Duncan's prick, jerked back and forth. His balls see-sawed in their hanging sac.
Jill could see Duncan's ass in the mirror, too. His buns were like sculpted marble they were so pale and smooth. But, in contrast, the crack of his ass was tangled with coarse, black hair and the skin was swarthy.
Jill had never been so turned-on by a man's ass. She ran a fingertip inside the lieutenant's hairy crack then stopped at his asshole. It was a throbbing knot. When Jill punctured it the narrow walls gripped her finger like gritty jaws.
"Mmmm, I like a woman's finger in my ass," Duncan reacted.
"I'd like a man's in mine," Jill told him.
Duncan's hand slid up the slope of Jill's ass. His index finger slipped between the cheeks. It rubbed Jill's asshole until the outer rim glowed.
When the lieutenant stuck his finger in Jill's asshole, he bent his middle knuckle. The pressure he exerted this way made Jill spasm all the way into her bowels.
"You know your way around a woman, all right," Jill moaned to Duncan.
The lieutenant grinned then pushed his face into Jill's tits. Quickly he was sucking a nipple, sandpapering it with his tongue.
Jill crumpled up inside from the three-way stimulation of her tits, ass and cunt.
"Coming so hard," she moaned. "You really do it to me, stud." That made Duncan fuck her all the harder. His cock-thrusts beat a tattoo in her pussy.
"Your cock is so good in my cunt," Jill swooned. "I can't stop coming."
Duncan sucked Jill's tits, fingered her ass and jackhammered her pussy with his big prick, nonstop. He was a tireless fucker, reminding Jill of a teenager. She wondered how long he could hold off until he had to shoot his wad.
She felt the lieutenant's balls to check their condition. They bounced away from her touch, obviously aching.
Jill couldn't wait any longer for the creamy explosion she craved in her cunt from the lieutenant's driving hard-on.
"Give me your cum!" she urged Duncan. "I want it now! Flooding my pussy!"
She squeezed the muscles of her twat, bearing down, pushing back against the lieutenant's surging crotch with all her might.
Her voice grew louder, more demanding.
"Come, you bastard!" she cried. "My pussy needs your hot, thick jizz!"
"Horny bitch!" Duncan grunted with approval, forcing his cock to the depths of Jill's cunt.
Duncan's cock burst. His cum gushed. Jill's pussy was abruptly swamped with jism.
Jill hadn't checked the mirror for awhile. Now she did. She had never seen her cunt while it was being filled with cum.
Curving around the root of Duncan's spurting cock, Jill's pussy lips glimmered with leaking jism. At the bottom of her cunt, a glob of cum formed then trickled into the downy crack of her ass.
When the phone rang, Jill ignored it at first, used to bells going off in her head while she was getting off. But, when the ringing didn't stop, Jill finally recognized it as an unwelcome intrusion from the outside world.
"Maybe I'd better answer it," she said to Duncan, remembering that he was a cop. "Might be the guy who's been bugging me."
Duncan shrugged.
"Suit yourself," he said, apparently more interested in fishing one of the cigarettes from the pack on the night stand than he was in the call.
Jill went to the phone, annoyed by Duncan's coolness. When she answered, a familiar voice greeted her at the other end of the line. Chillingly familiar.
It was him. The would-be rapist.
"It won't be long now, bitch," he said, his voice eerily muffled as usual.
"What do you mean?" Jill gulped.
"Be looking for me. Then maybe it won't surprise you as much when it happens. You can relax and enjoy it," the caller hissed. "You're as good as raped."
He hung up and Jill turned toward Duncan for help.
"Your man, huh?" Duncan said, reading the ashen expression on Jill's face. Jill nodded.
"He told me I was as good as raped," she told the lieutenant.
"Correction," Duncan laughed. "That should be, as good as fucked. Rape means resistance. Nobody's going to rape you the way you come on."
"What do you think I am?" Jill reacted defensively.
"Just another easy lay," Duncan quickly replied. "Whatever you get, you ask for. I've known dozens of women like you. Your brains are in your cunt."
"But you're a cop," Jill protested. "You're supposed to protect people."
"Not from themselves," Duncan said. "Consenting adults are on their own."
"But this man sounds violent. H-he'll use force to get what he wants," Jill sputtered with frustration.
Duncan had himself a good laugh, as he got out of bed and started toward his clothes.
"Tell you what," he told Jill when he had started to dress. "When this guy jumps you, this is how you handle it. Let him fuck you for awhile. If you haven't come by the time his cock shoots its wad in your pussy, you can call it rape. Then you can call a cop."
"You're really going to leave me alone, aren't you?" Jill muttered, numb.
"My shift just ended," Duncan laughed some more, buckling his belt. "You're on your own."
He put on his sports coat after slipping into his loafers and started toward the door.
"Oh, yeah, thanks for the fuck," he called. "The boys at the station house will be falling all over themselves when they hear I balled a real-live celebrity."
"C-celebrity," Jill gulped, bewildered.
Duncan grinned wolfishly over his shoulder.
"Right on. Celebrity. We've got your picture up on the bulletin board. Cut it out of the newspaper when Rocky Ryan escaped from the state pen and chose you for his last fuck before the law caught up with him. Ryan might've gotten away if he hadn't decided to ball you."
"Then you knew who I was all along?" Jill gasped with disbelief.
"Sure. When your call came through and I recognized the name Jill Bennett, I pulled rank and assigned myself to the case. I mean, after all, what's the point of making lieutenant without some fringe benefits. What's good enough for a hood like Rocky Ryan is good enough for me."
Jill was flabbergasted. Speechless.
"Well, like I told you, thanks for the fuck. You didn't let me down," Duncan said. He disappeared through the hallway into the living room, whistling. When she heard the front door open and close, Jill caught sight of herself in the mirror and felt more alone than she ever had in her life.
CHAPTER NINE
"I've got to get a hold of myself," Jill warned herself as she paced the floor. "I'm only making things worse."
She felt hunted in her own home. The rapist, she thought, could have already sneaked inside. He might be watching her at this very moment.
As the walls closed in on her, Jill had an insight. Her house was like a prison because it was the first place the rapist would expect to find her.
"Maybe I still have a chance to get away," she whispered.
Minutes later she was in her car, backing out of the driveway. Her tires screeched on the pavement when she shifted the gears and floored the gas pedal.
Her car picked up speed. She was heading for the highway and an escape route to anywhere.
As the car sped along, Jill rolled down the window and took the wind in her face. With fresh air in her lungs and a refreshing breeze cooling her skin, she allowed herself some hope.
Maybe this was the best thing, Jill thought. She could just keep going. Driving through the rest of the day and the night, until she was far away. She could start her life all over again in a different city.
She never made the highway.
"Slow down, bitch," the familiar voice said from the back seat.
In panic, Jill's eyes jumped to the rear-view mirror. The face that matched the voice was leering at her. Then she watched the barrel of a gun move toward her head. When the cold steel of the muzzle pressed against her temple, she did not have to be told to put her foot back on the accelerator.
"Good girl," Al Field said. "Turn left at the next corner, then keep going straight until I tell you to turn again."
They drove in silence. Jill had nothing to say. She guessed that she had suspected all along that Al Field was the man who was stalking her. Talking wouldn't change anything now.
"Okay," Al Field said after a couple of miles, "turn right up here and drive slowly."
They were on the outskirts of town now. People didn't live along the road on which theirs was the only car traveling.
The landscape was scarred with one auto graveyard after another. The low-hanging afternoon sun glared through the bent frames of the twisted chassis, making the gutted cars seem like stacks of jack-o-lanterns.
"This is it," Al Field hissed in Jill's ear. "Go in here."
The place was abandoned. A recent rain had softened the unpaved ground into mud and the gray muck splattered on the windshield as Jill drove the car into a corridor between heaping rows of rusting automobiles.
"Pull over by that van," Al instructed. "Then get out, nice and low. I'll have the gun on your every move."
Jill did exactly as she was told. Stark fear had turned her into a robot.
The van was an abandoned bakery truck-Jill could just make out the name on the peeling side. Al told her to open the rear doors and get into the back of it.
Inside, somebody had laid a lumpy, torn mattress. Jill smelled something that she mistook for rotting fish. Then quickly she recognized it as the aroma of stale cum.
"We'll be alone here," Al said, as he prodded Jill all the way into the rear of the van with the gun barrel. "You can scream all you want. Nobody will ever hear you."
Without warning, Al hammered the gun butt down between Jill's shoulder blades. Her pain was excruciating as her body pitched forward from the brutal impact.
Jill sprawled on her belly for only a moment, though. Al rolled her over and thrust his free hand between her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way while he grabbed the crotch-band of her panties.
Al ripped the panties away. As Jill's cunt throbbed in the open, Al brought the gun barrel to it and inserted the muzzle in the crack of her pussy lips.
"I could blow a hole in you wide enough to drive this van through," Al warned. "So don't get cute, Jill. You'll like my cock a lot better than a bullet up your cunt."
"Okay... okay, Al," Jill choked with fear. "Whatever you say. Do anything you want to me. Just don't kill me."
The only thing Jill was sure of was that she wanted to live. She would make every moment count if she could just survive this ordeal.
Al looked into her eyes, reading them closely.
"Ahhh, you're scared out of your wits," he noted with pleasure. "Really afraid to die. I like that."
"Just go ahead and fuck me," Jill pleaded. "Get that gun away from my cunt and put your cock inside me. I'll cooperate."
The gun left Jill's pussy. But its muzzle returned in a chilling circle against her temple as Al replaced it between her legs with his rigid dick.
Al's cock-head pierced the split of Jill's pussy lips. It pushed inside the tunnel of her cunt, followed by several inches of shaft. The flesh and blood of Al's prick was as warm in Jill's twat as the gun metal was cold.
"Deeper, deeper," Jill heard herself say. The eagerness in her voice disturbed her.
But she could not control the excitement rising in her loins. Al's cock made her cunt spasm. She couldn't help it. All of a sudden, she wanted nothing more than Al's cock all the way up her pussy, fucking her to the hilt.
Al's hard-on surged to the depths of Jill's twat, every inch inside. Jill could feel the heat of his balls at the bottom of her cock-filled cunt. She began rolling her hips, fucking back.
"You're too horny for your own good," Al abruptly snapped, freezing his prick in Jill's pussy. "You turned me on more when you were scared."
He cocked the hammer of the gun, jabbing the muzzle against Jill's temple. Her heart thumped two or three times and then Jill was sure it had stopped beating.
"That's better," Al expressed his satisfaction, his cock squirming again in Jill's cunt. "You've got that scared rabbit look back in your eyes."
Jill was afraid to move. Al had to order her what to do. Jill guessed that was exactly what he wanted. The whole point of why he had brought her to this degrading place. The price she had to pay for driving him over the edge.
"Okay," Al instructed, "wrap your legs around my waist. Those long, long legs. Not too tight."
Jill carefully did as she was told. As she lifted her legs, her cunt dipped and Al's cock pushed an extra inch into its expanded depth.
"Now move your hips exactly like I say," Al directed. "Right to left... that's it... now back and forth, nice and slow."
He moved his cock in Jill's cunt in time to the swaying of her hips, thrusting when she veered to the right, pulling back when she went to the left.
The friction generated by her rippling cunt and Al's jabbing hard-on caught up with Jill. The pleasure she felt frightened her. If she showed it she was afraid Al might get trigger-happy. So Jill bit her lip until she could taste blood, purposely hurting herself to stay in line.
Al liked it. He wiped away the blood that trickled from Jill's mouth with the barrel of his gun and laughed with satisfaction.
"You don't know how good it makes me feel to see you like this," Al said. "Humiliated. Degraded. It suits you, Jill. Makes you more feminine somehow. I should have seen it right away, when you first came to my office as a patient. I could have saved us both a lot of trouble."
He was crazy, Jill thought and knew that the worst was not over.
Al brought his pistol to her tits and fit the muzzle over one of her nipples. Shoving and twisting the gun barrel, Al almost ripped the nipple from Jill's breast.
Jill screamed in agony. Al did the same thing to her other nipple. Jill's second scream made the walls of the van rattle.
"Beautiful!" Al reacted.
Jill's suffering made his cock move faster in her cunt. Jill's pussy squished from the pumping force within it.
"Your cunt just can't help being wet, can it?" Al sneered.
"I can't control it," Jill admitted.
"What if I threatened to shoot you?" Al asked with a sadistic grin. "Could you turn off the juice in your pussy if your life depended on it?"
Jill shook her head, trapped by her honesty.
It was impossible for her pussy to be dry when there was a cock inside her. The urge to fuck was a reflex she could not avoid, no matter how heavy the circumstances.
"Please throw away the gun, Al," Jill summoned the courage to say. "Can't we just fuck? Let bygones be bygones? All that counts is that I want you now. My cunt is wet because I obviously want you to fuck me. Isn't that enough, after all you've put me through?"
Al did toss the pistol to one side. But only so he could use his empty hand to slap Jill across the face, while his cock brutally jammed in her cunt.
"Tell me what you are, Jill," Al snarled, staring with satisfaction at the red welts across her cheek.
Jill guessed what he wanted to hear.
"A whore," she sobbed. "I'm no better than a whore. A bitch in heat."
"Good girl. Tell me more."
"Anyone who wants me can have me," Jill hysterically confessed. "Anyone can fuck me."
"And when you've taken a cock in one hole, you want it in another one right away. Isn't that right, Jill?" Al rasped.
"Yes!" Jill screamed, completely letting go. "Pussy, mouth and ass! I want it all!"
"I know," Al hissed.
With no warning except the cruel gleam in his eye, Al yanked his cock from Jill's cunt and drove it into her asshole. Jill screeched and writhed from the onslaught at first. But when she realized Al's hard-on was hiking her butt, her shrill voice crumbled into a moan and she started pushing back.
Al surprised her again. His cock ripped without warning from her ass. He scooted up on his knees. All of a sudden his stiff prick throbbed in Jill's face, the knotty head brown with her shit.
"Suck it, Jill," Al commanded. "Suck my dirty prick nice and clean."
Jill was repelled and excited. She had never tasted her own shit.
Al's cock-head passed between her lips. Jill was so out of it that she didn't know who made the move to start the sucking. All she could concentrate on was the stiff prick in her mouth and the sweet flavor of her own shit.
When Al pulled his prick out of Jill's mouth, it was glistening with her spit. Jill had lapped Al's cock to a pink shine. With trembling fingertips, Jill reached up to stroke the big dick, pulling its foreskin over its fat head.
As she fingered his hard-on, Jill sensed a shift in Al's attitude. It was a hunch she had to gamble on.
"Don't threaten me anymore, Al," Jill murmured. "I just want to fuck and suck you. Please... I'm telling the truth, honey."
She had definitely reached Al. The hostility was abruptly gone from his eyes.
"You're unbelievable," he muttered, stroking Jill's tits with sudden tenderness.
"Come on, Al, fuck me," Jill urged. "Cunt, ass and mouth all over again. Only this time relax and don't be in such a rush. Give me what I need."
"My pleasure," Al sighed, a grin creasing his face. "You're some kind of woman. That's what I really saw the first time you came into my office. I knew I had to fuck you right away. That's why the treatment never went anyplace. I wanted to confuse you, make you more dependent on me. So that when I made my move... "
"Then all those things you said about me," Jill interrupted. "That I was sick and needed help. You made it all up? Just to get it on with me?"
Al sheepishly nodded.
"The toughest thing to admit, though," he said, "is that I started believing it myself. To cover up my own guilt about cheating on my wife."
"Then there's nothing wrong with me?" Jill asked.
"You're just different, Jill," Al answered. "And the difference is that you're free. Naturally, the rest of us envy it."
Jill worked his ideas over in her mind for a moment. She could find no reason to disagree with Al.
"Isn't that odd?" she wistfully said. "For most of my life I've been afraid of my own shadow. But when a nightmare comes true, the results are completely the opposite of what you expected. When I was raped by that escaped convict it was like a logjam broke up inside of me. There was a new path in front of me that I couldn't resist taking."
"And along the way you try everything, like a child locked in a candy store," Al said. "The only question is whether, like that child, you'll get tired of too much of a good thing."
"Never!" Jill answered with certainty.
"Marvelous," Al reacted. "I believe you, Jill, I really do."
"I'm not your patient anymore," Jill chuckled. "Right now, I'm just your lover."
"And tomorrow?" Al anxiously asked.
"Who knows?" Jill honestly stated. "I'll probably be with some other man. I'll deal with it then. But, if I recall, you're the one who promised to fuck me now."
"I'll take what I can get," Al said. "Happily... if it's from you, Jill."
"Then the phone calls... the notes... that's over?" Jill asked.
"Just promise you'll keep in touch," Al sighed.
"Deal. You'll be hearing from me. And when you do, I promise I'll be horny as hell. Now fuck me, Al. I need it bad."
Then Al was back between Jill's spread legs once again. He slipped the head of his cock into Jill's wide-open cunt and gently shoved. Despite his lack of force, his prick hilted Jill's" pussy with a single thrust. Her twat seemed to suck up his dick under its own power.
"Mmmmm, feels so good," Jill murmured.
She wiggled her ass. Her toes wiggled, too, from the electricity that shot down her legs. She was already coming.
"Fuck me stronger," Jill urged, greedy for more orgasms.
Al's dick moved faster inside Jill's cunt. The friction between cock and pussy grew hotter. Jill came harder.
She raised her legs and drew them back over her head in a wide V. She could feel her asshole throbbing. That was where she wanted Al's prick next.
"Switch your cock to my ass now," Jill directed Al. "Butt-fuck me. Deep and hard."
Al tugged his prick out of Jill's pussy and aimed the crown a notch below. His cock-head burrowed inside Jill's tightest hole with slippery ease.
Jill's ass took every inch of Al's hard-on with no resistance. It was only when her asshole was filled with ten inches of cock that it began to squeeze.
"Move it," Jill said. "Pump your cock in my ass. Give it to me good."
Al butt-fucked Jill hard for a few moments, then slowed down.
"What's wrong, stud?" Jill asked.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna come too soon," Al panted. "I want to shoot in your mouth. While you're sucking the shit from your ass off my cock."
"Ooooooh, yes," Jill moaned in anticipation. "Pull your cock out of my ass. Fuck my mouth with it. Feed me your hot cum."
Al's stiff prick left Jill's asshole with a squish. His cock-head was smeared with shit as he brought it to Jill's mouth. Jill started sucking without hesitation.
Al lowered his body until he was sprawled on top of a flattened Jill. His crotch ground against her face and his big dick drove all the way down her throat. The action was heavy for almost a minute.
"Won't be long now!" Al blurted. "I'm gonna come in your mouth so much... "
Jill interrupted Al by pushing his crotch away from her face. All of a sudden Al's cock was out of Jill's mouth and in her stroking hand.
"You're not going to come in my mouth, after all," Jill announced, her hand a blur as it jerked-off Al's angry, red hard-on. "You're going to come in my face instead."
Jill brought Al's cock-head to the tip of her nose at just the right moment. Al's balls erupted with pent-up cum and his straining prick burst in her face.
As the jizz gushed, Jill bobbed her head up and down. The cum left a splotchy trail from her hairline to the point of her chin.
When Al's prick stopped spurting, Jill put her hands to her face and scraped away as much of the cum as she could. She transferred it to Al's cock and balls, rubbing the jism into his groin until it lathered. Then she licked it off.
"God, Jill, you're fantastic," Al murmured as Jill sucked off his dick. "You make a man feel like a king."
Jill answered she guessed it was true, as she released Al's cock from her mouth, her lips flecked with cum.
But later, Jill would experience a nagging frustration. As Al drove her home from the wrecking yard, she realized that there was one man whom she had done anything but satisfy. Her own husband.
"Mike," she mumbled his name.
"Who's that?" Al asked.
"Just thinking about my husband," Jill admitted. "Don't know exactly why, but all of a sudden I can't get him out of my mind. We split up, you know."
"And your pride is hurt," Al responded under standingly.
"If only I knew for sure there were no hard feelings," Jill said. "If we could just at least be friends. We seemed to have an understanding when we separated, but the last time we talked on the phone Mike seemed irritated I had called. Hostile."
"Why don't you go see him?" Al suggested.
"Tell him how you feel. You can handle it. And you're strong enough to help him handle it, too."
Jill made a snap decision.
"Yes, I'll do it," she said. "Thanks for the pep talk."
"You don't need a pep talk from anybody," Al chuckled knowingly. "You draw on your own energy, Jill. Don't ever doubt yourself."
"I won't," Jill promised.
CHAPTER TEN
Mike was staying in a building a couple of blocks from his job. Saying she wanted to surprise Mr. Bennett, Jill bribed the manager and got a duplicate key so she could let herself into Mike's apartment.
She thought Mike wasn't home at first. But then she heard moaning and the creaking of springs from his bedroom.
"Mmmm, you fuck me so good, Mike," a female voice swooned. "Your big cock was just made for my tight cunt."
Jill had moved into the hallway. The door to the bedroom was ajar and she could see everything. Mike was driving his prick into the pussy of a squealing black-haired woman whose long legs were wrapped around his waist.
"Ready for my cum in your cunt?" Mike asked the woman he was fucking.
"More than just about anything," the woman answered, her plump ass squirming.
It was the first time Jill had ever seen her husband naked with another woman. The sight of Mike's cock pumping in someone else's cunt made her heart pound.
"I'm gonna shoot," Mike announced to his fucking partner. "Fill your pussy with my jizz."
Jill held her breath and watched.
Mike's cock lurched as his balls clung to its root. As he grunted with release, the recipient of his spurting cum writhed beneath him.
"Sooooo hot," she groaned. "Your jizz is so fucking hot."
Cum leaked from the curved rims of the woman's cock-filled cunt. Even from the doorway Jill could see the oozing overflow. Mike's cum was so white in comparison to the dark tangle of his fucking partner's black pussy hair.
Jill was drawn forward. She wasn't aware of it until she had her own pussy squish from the movement of her thighs.
She was all the way through the door before she realized that she was right out in plain sight. But, so far, Mike and his girlfriend were too wrapped up in getting off to have noticed her. If she reacted quickly, Jill had a good chance at leaving before she was seen.
She made her move. But it was toward the bed. And her fingers were intertwined with the buttons of her blouse.
Mike's girlfriend saw Jill first. She lurched up with such surprise that she knocked Mike from on top of her.
"Who the hell is this?" the woman blurted, staring with wide eyes at Jill.
Mike turned toward Jill and gasped with disbelief. Before he could say anything, Jill spoke.
"I'm just another one of Mike's girls," Jill said, not wanting to embarrass Mike by revealing she was his wife.
"Yeah, well, congratulations," the woman in bed snapped. "But that still doesn't explain what you're doing here on my time."
"I got horny sitting around home alone and just came over," Jill said, removing her unbuttoned blouse. "Couldn't help it."
Mike was speechless. In the meantime, Jill unhooked her bra and let her tits fall free.
"So what am I supposed to do while you pull this crap?" the girlfriend grumbled. "Get out of bed and watch?"
"I watched you," Jill calmly replied, unfastening her skirt. "It didn't hurt me any. Just made me hornier."
Her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing a garter belt, stockings and panties underneath. The panties fell, too and Jill's blonde cunt was out in the open as she closed the gap between herself and the bed.
"Besides," Jill told the girlfriend, "there's no law that says all you can do is watch."
Jill reached for the girlfriend's arm and drew the flat of the woman's hand against her bare pussy.
"What's your name, honey?" Jill asked.
"Becky," the girlfriend murmured as though suddenly in a trance.
"My pussy is soft as silk, isn't it, Becky?" Jill crooned. "Your fingers would feel good inside it."
"I-I've never done anything like this with another woman," Becky stammered. But she made no attempt to remove her hand from Jill's cunt, even though Jill no longer held her arm.
"There's a first time for everything, Becky," Jill reassured her. "Come on, finger-fuck me. The way you finger-fuck your own pussy when you're all alone and horny."
Two of Becky's fingers slipped into the damp gash of Jill's twat. Jill squeezed in response with her pussy muscles.
"Deeper. Wiggle your fingers around in my cunt," Jill urged, crawling all the way up on the bed with Becky's hand at her crotch. "See if you can make me come, Becky."
"I think I'd do better with my tongue," Becky blurted with arousal.
"By all means," Jill responded, falling all the way back with her legs spread. "Suck my cunt."
"What about Mike?" Becky through to ask.
"He'll find something to do," Jill answered. "Won't you, Mike?"
Mike looked at the two naked women in his bed, then at his throbbing hard-on.
"I don't know why you came back, Jill," he said. "I don't know why you're doing this... "
Mike paused, waiting a second before a grin split his face.
"But, Christ, I'm glad to see you!" he declared.
Jill knew that she was home free. That everything was going to work out all right.
"Maybe you'd like to how me how glad you are to see me, Mike," she said, "while Becky's going down on my cunt."
"You want my cock in your mouth?" Mike eagerly asked.
"Fucking my throat raw."
"You got it, babe!"
The threesome quickly fell into place. Cuddling between Jill's outstretched legs, Becky went to work on the golden cunt in her face like an experienced lesbian. Kneeling astride Jill's head, Mike bent his cock straight down and plunged it into her awaiting mouth.
Soon Mike was hunched over enough so his prick was shafted in Jill's throat. At the same time, Becky's long tongue squirmed within the squeezing channel of Jill's pussy.
Jill climaxed from the tonguing action in her cunt. Her orgasm made her suck Mike's cock all the harder. Jill wanted Mike to come, too. Right in her mouth. His jizz would taste so good.
"Mmmm, you're using your teeth," Mike said to Jill. "Feels damn good. Bite my cock a little harder, babe."
Jill pressed with her teeth, letting all but the end of Mike's prick temporarily leave her mouth so she could gnaw his cock-head.
"Dynamite!" Mike reacted. "I'm gonna come already."
His cock surged down Jill's throat until his balls were churning against her lower lip. Mike's cum spurted with such suddenness that Jill almost instantly had a bellyful of the hot cream.
Down between Jill's legs, Becky was completely in tune with what was happening. After she had allowed Mike's cock enough time to come in Jill's mouth, Becky left Jill's pussy and climbed up the other woman's naked body.
Becky pushed Mike away. Now she sprawled on top of Jill, their faces drawing together.
The two women kissed. Becky's tongue scooped the interior of Jill's mouth, transferring a sizable portion of Mike's cum to her own taste buds.
"Wow!" was all Mike could say as he watched and listened to the slurping kiss.
Even though it was dripping with the remains of the jizz it had just spilled, Mike's cock was harder than ever. Watching his wife and girlfriend get it on really turned him on.
Curling around the sides of Jill and Becky, Mike joined their embrace. He slipped his stiff prick between the bellies of the two women as they kissed. The writhing of the two female bodies against his dick made Mike hornier than anything he could recall.
Mike tried to think ahead. But he couldn't decide which woman he would fuck first.
His mind was made up for him.
"Mike's cock needs attention," Jill told Becky, after breaking their kiss.
"You going to fuck him?" Becky asked.
"Seems like the logical thing to do," Jill answered. "Want to watch? I've got the best seat in the house for you."
"Where?"
"Sitting on my face. You've eaten my cunt, now it's my turn to suck yours."
"Mmmmmm, I can't wait for your tongue in my pussy," Becky sighed with anticipation.
"Promise you'll come in my mouth?" Jill said.
"You won't be able to swallow all of my pussy juice," Becky giggled. "I'll give you more juice from my cunt than Mike gives you jizz from his cock. You'll drown."
"Can't think of a sweeter way to go. You and Mike get busy. Let's fuck and suck," Jill eagerly stated.
Becky crawled up around Jill's head. At the same time, Mike moved between Jill's spread legs with his hard-on in his hand.
Becky squatted over Jill's face, her wide-open pussy dripping. Mike fit his cock-head into the slit of Jill's pussy lips.
"Give it to me!" Jill called. "Cock and pussy!"
Becky's hairy twat squashed against Jill's mouth and Mike's prick shoved up her cunt in a shared instant. For the first time in her life Jill was taking on a man and a woman at once. Fucking and sucking.
Jill stiffened her tongue and shot it up Becky's pussy with the same kind of thrust that Mike's cock had entered her own cunt. A fresh batch of honey welled in Becky's pussy from the penetration and washed down into Jill's mouth. Seconds later, Mike's pumping cock-surges to the depths of her twat had Jill climaxing.
There was a faucet dripping in the bathroom next door. It combined with the squeaking bed-springs and the slurps and moans in a lapping bath of sound. Jill, Mike and Becky fucked and sucked to the three-part rhythm, each of them grooving to separate but interlocked tempos.
Mike would power his cock to the core of Jill's cunt. On the next beat, Jill's ass would bump in reply and her tongue would jab and twist in Becky's twat. Then Becky would react by grinding with her crotch, mashing the lips of her cunt against the lips of Jill's mouth and a little bit more pussy juice would trickle down Jill's throat. Then the erotic circle of movement would start all over again.
Jill, Mike and Becky continued fucking and sucking to a funky beat for some time. Then Mike broke the rhythm.
"I'm ready to come," he gasped. "Can't hold the jizz in anymore."
"Just pinch it off for a few seconds," Becky requested.
Becky's cunt skidded across Jill's face. Then she was off of Jill entirely. Becky snaked alongside Jill and then around in back of Mike, who knelt between Jill's legs as he fucked her.
Becky's face came up under Mike's ass. She sucked up his balls in her mouth and licked her underside of his prick, just before Mike shot his wad in Jill's pussy.
"Christ, what pressure!" Mike blurted when his cock erupted.
Then he buried his face in Jill's tits, driving with his whole body as his cum filled Jill's cunt. Throughout Mike's climax, Becky sucked his balls from below, coaxing every drop of jizz out of them.
"You've made my cunt so wet... so wet with your cum," Jill moaned when Mike's cock quit spurting. "I can feel the jizz leaking down my thighs."
"Mmmmm, I want some of that," Becky said.
Becky pulled Mike's spent prick from Jill's cunt, replacing it with her tongue in the sopping gash when Mike rolled away. Becky's thirsty slurps were loud and so was Jill's moaning response to having her pussy licked.
"Suck it all out, Becky," Jill urged. "Suck all the cum out of my cunt."
Becky's tongue reamed the creamy walls of Jill's pussy five inches deep. The cum in Jill's cunt was swiftly transferred to Becky's mouth. However, Becky did not remove her tongue from Jill's twat even after she had gotten her fill of jizz. Now, rather than licking, Becky stabbed her tongue in a thrusting, fucking type of motion up Jill's cunt.
"Oh, do it to me, Becky, do it to me," Jill groaned, her ass squirming to the rhythm of another woman's expert tongue in her pussy. "Tongue-fuck me good. Make me start coming all over again."
Becky already had a head-start on meeting Jill's request. Her tongue pumped away in Jill's cunt, scraping its rough edges on all the tenderest places within Jill's gash. Jill's pussy spasmed, then it was out of control and fluttering as fast as her heartbeat.
Knowing that Jill was on the brink of orgasm, Becky added some extra stimulation. She reached up and clasped her hands over Jill's tits, rubbing the nipples against her palms.
"Oh, it's here!" Jill cried. "I'm coming again already!"
Becky stepped up her efforts. Her tongue pushed up Jill's cunt until her jaw was sore. She pinched Jill's hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them one way and then the other.
Jill screamed with raw lust. Her legs were kicking in the air, her toes wriggling.
Jill felt as if she could come indefinitely if Becky would only keep tongue-fucking her cunt and playing with her tits. But, gradually, Becky slowed down. Her jaw ached and her tongue was limp with fatigue. Reluctantly, Becky had to stop eating Jill's pussy.
But then there was Mike. With his cock rested and hard again, he was ready to step in and keep the action going.
"I'm hot for some more fucking," he said eagerly.
When Jill and Becky looked over at his throbbing boner, each felt a new surge of excitement.
"How about a little butt-fucking?" Jill asked Mike.
"Right on!" Mike answered enthusiastically. "But which one of you?"
"Both of us," Jill said evenly. It was clear she wasn't kidding.
"How?" Mike responded, puzzled.
"You'll figure it out," Jill chuckled. "Come on, Becky, just do what I do."
Jill rolled over, hoisting herself to her hands and knees. Becky immediately followed. On all fours, the two women twitched their asses in Mike's direction.
Then the two sets of asscheeks parted. Mike was staring at twin female assholes. He could not make up his mind which was the reddest and roundest. Which one to fuck first.
Gripping his hard-on, Mike closed his eyes and blindly moved forward on his knees. He would leave it to chance whether he would butt-fuck Jill or Becky to begin with.
When he ran into someone, Mike encircled her waist with one arm, his hand coming up under her firm belly. His other hand maneuvered the head of his cock in the crack of the female butt until it bumped the pulsing anal knot.
Mike opened his eyes. He recognized Jill's slender back, her milky skin, her graceful shoulder blades.
Mike's cock shoved. The head popped inside his wife's tight ass.
"Fuck me, Mike. Fuck my ass," Jill moaned over her shoulder. "Give it to me deep. You know how I like it."
Mike's cock shoved some more. Although narrow, the channel of Jill's ass seemed to suck Mike's prick inward when it spasmed. Inch after inch of thick dick pierced Jill's asshole.
"Mmmmmm, you got it in all the way, stud," Jill murmured.
She swayed her hips, twisting Mike's cock inside her ass. His balls burned against the top of her cunt, searing her clit.
Jill had forgotten all about her plan to share Mike's cock with Becky, she was grooving so on being butt-fucked. Becky reminded her, though.
"It's my turn," Becky said bluntly. "My ass needs some cock in it bad."
"Just let me come first," Jill requested. "It won't be long."
"It better not take long," Becky warned.
It didn't. Even a shorter amount of time than Jill had expected.
The climax started in the pit of Jill's loins, then spread through her body like wildfire. She yelped and writhed, jerking Mike's cock in the vise of her shaking ass.
"She came, Mike," Becky noted. "Pull your cock out of her and give my ass a chance to get fucked."
"Go ahead, Mike," Jill joined in, calling from the fog of her lingering orgasm. "Give Becky some action. She needs your cock in her ass as much as I do. Butt-fuck her awhile. Just don't forget about me after she comes."
"No way I'm going to forget about you," Mike answered as he tugged his prick from Jill's asshole. "A man knows when he's got it good."
Mike's statement made Jill feel good. She guessed it was the wife in her responding. She didn't mind Mike making it with other women as long as she knew he still wanted to fuck her, too.
In the meantime, Mike had moved in behind Becky, inserting his cock-head in the crack of her butt and locating her asshole. When the crown of his prick made contact with Becky's throbbing bung, he reflexively shoved. His cock-head shot inside Becky's ass, along with several inches of shaft.
"Fabulous!" Becky cried. "It's always best in the ass. With every man I've ever fucked."
Mike pushed again. His cock hilted Becky's ass.
"Oh, God, now it's all inside me," Becky groaned. "Your whole cock in my ass. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Split me in two with your big dick!"
Jill was happy for Becky. But she was also thinking about herself as the butt-fucking heated up alongside her.
Maybe, it occurred to Jill, her relationship with Mike could be saved. Not in a conventional marriage like they had had, of course, but in a bond of mutual freedom.
The way Jill saw it, Mike and she would live under the same roof, equally tolerant of each other's affairs. They would have each other to confide in about their many lovers. They would be best friends. And on those special occasions when one or both of them needed a rest from the outside world, they could turn to one another for a fuck.
Then there were girls like Becky. Mike could bring them home now and Jill would get a crack at them. She would bring her men home occasionally, also. Get Mike and the guy to fuck her at the same time.
Jill was still thinking about this when Mike's cock returned without warning to her ass. His prick hurt so good as it forced its way up her tightest hole. Jill knew then for certain that she did not want Mike's cock gone from her life.
She didn't say anything about it now, however. Mike's cock was really hitting its stride in her ass, pistoning in the narrow channel with long, telling strokes and Jill's breath was taken away. The garbled noises she made sounded like they were coming from an animal.
Jill started climaxing again. The orgasm built quickly. But when Jill reached the peak of her climax, Mike's cock abruptly left her ass and returned to butt-fucking Becky.
Mike didn't fuck Becky's ass long either this time around. Just a couple of deep cock-thrusts before he returned to Jill's wide-open butt.
Jill's ass took Mike's cock to the balls and she winced with joy. Then, just as suddenly, Mike pulled out again.
Mike went back to Becky. He delivered a quick cock-surge in her ass, before returning to Jill for the same thing.
The pattern was set. Back and forth Mike went between Jill's and Becky's asses. His cock had never been through such heavy action. His balls felt like they were in a nutcracker.
Mike reached the point where he was ready to come. But somehow he held his jism in check long enough to make an additional cock-thrust up each woman's asshole.
As it happened, Mike's prick strained past the point of no return while it was free of either his wife's or his girlfriend's ass. While Mike was in the midst of switching from one butt to the other, his overworked cock erupted out in the open.
Mike's spurting dick rained cum on the asscheeks of Jill and Becky. His jizz was thick and white, the glistening blobs like pearls on female skin.
The two kneeling women turned their faces toward each other and soul-kissed as their shared lover's cum splashed on their butts. By the time Mike's cock was drained, Jill and Becky were totally involved with each other. Before long they would be curled into a lesbian sixty-nine while Mike watched, resting his cock for when they were finished going down on one another and he could start fucking them again with renewed energy.
And so it went. The threesome fucked and sucked into the wee hours of the morning, getting it on with each other in every way possible between two women and a man before total exhaustion set in.
They slept. Three in a bed. Mike in the middle, in a sandwich of two naked women.
However, when the sun came up, someone stirred, then left the bed. The early riser dressed and left the apartment.
A couple of hours later it was Jill who noticed that Becky was gone. Jill awakened Mike to tell him.
"Where did Becky go?" Jill asked her bleary-eyed husband.
"Who knows?" Mike answered with a yawn. "Probably home to her husband and kids. She was just another pick-up. Some bored housewife. Met her in a bar."
"Have you been picking up lots of girls... since we split?" Jill said.
Mike grinned and nodded.
"It's a lot easier being single than I thought it would be," he told Jill. "Women are a lot hornier than they used to be, it seems like. I get all the pussy and ass I can handle. Not to mention the blow-jobs. What about you, Jill?"
"I've been doing all right," Jill replied. "No complaints. I get my share of fucking."
"Then why'd you come here?"
Jill laughed self-consciously.
"Pride, I guess," she admitted. "I wanted to see if I could still do it for you. Turn you on."
"I'd say you succeeded in that," Mike chuckled. "Yes, indeed."
"Did having another woman in bed with us make me more exciting to you, Mike?" Jill asked. "Tell the truth."
"I suppose it did," Mike answered. "Definitely. You know, it's funny. I didn't see you and Becky in the same way while the three of us were getting it on. She kept me horny, but she was just another pick-up. With you it was something more. Like we were partners in the whole thing."
"Then you could see us doing it again?" Jill said.
"Why not?" Mike enthusiastically responded. "Come on over anytime."
"I've got a better idea, Mike," Jill said sincerely. "Move back in with me."
"You're kidding?"
"I mean it. We know each other so much better now than we did before. Maybe we can't have a regular marriage, but we could have one that was a lot more special. I wouldn't put a hold on you. You'd be free to come and go. Same as me."
Mike was intrigued.
"You mean we live together but we both swing our own ways?" he asked.
"Yes," Jill said, "an open marriage. No strings attached."
"Might work at that," Mike replied.
"Only one way to find out, Mike. Give it a try."
Mike shrugged, grinning like a kid with a new toy.
"Don't see how I can say no," he admitted. He crept on top of Jill as he spoke.
"What are you doing?" Jill reacted with surprise, as Mike's hips dropped between her thighs.
"An open marriage doesn't mean I can't fuck my own wife, does it?" Mike smirked. His hard cock throbbed against Jill's pussy.
"Kind of old-fashioned, isn't it?" Jill murmured as Mike's prick entered her dampening pussy.
"Variety is the spice of life, but sometimes it's best to get back to basics," Mike chuckled, his cock beginning to pump in Jill's cunt.
Then he said no more. Neither did Jill. The Bennetts were too busy fucking to talk anymore.
