College is supposed to be the most formative period in a young person's life. And this may very well be true. Unfortunately, there is a lot of loose information that is produced by the college situation that may have an unexpected and lasting effect on the student's life-an effect that may be totally unwanted.
This is a harsh novel about sexuality in college- even more, about the real desires and reactions of people in the college environment. Strip the gloss and tinsel of what is expected out of college and what is left is the fact that college teachers are human beings with the same perverted drives as the rest of society.
Perhaps the reader will be surprised by the revelations in this book. He shouldn't be. Human beings will be human. The shocking thing is the total lack of reality in assessing the human condition for what it really is.
The adult novel is one of the few contacts with social and human reality left to many people. Television can hardly be accused of presenting a pertinent view of society-even in its documentaries. Radio has abandoned itself to music fads, and most other book publishers deal in esoteric daydreams that are close to mental masturbation. The adult novel presents as entertainment the basic blocks of human life. Perhaps there is distortion, but no more so than in a cops and robber drama on the big screen. Sex must be faced, just as society must face murder, marriage and the ministry and make sense of each of these institutions for itself.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"No, please, I don't want to," pleaded Jill Watson. She lay on the sagging bed wearing only her panties and a flimsy bra. I don't want him, she tried convincing herself. It is a wrong and terrible thing to do . ..
She tensed with fear as she inched up on the bed, away from the little man in the dark suit. In her seventeen years, Jill couldn't remember ever feeling so helpless.
"I've paid some good money for this," said George. He eyed her frilly panties. He wanted to see further, to explore her cunny and the thin, pink slit which divided the cheeks of her ass. His cock squirmed in anticipation. "You're really very beautiful."
Oh, God, how did this happen to me? she thought. The man was small, even petite, and she could put up a good fight. She felt a shiver up and down her spine. She could fight all right . . . just like she fought those two terrible boys in the bathroom!
She had not defended herself then, and there was no reason why her mental attitude would change so quickly. Face it, Jill, she told herself, you're young and you like to fuck. That's your thing. Acting like a sex machine, humping your mound against the first cock coming along.
Jill trembled with fear. And like most women, in similar situations, her fear stimulated her sexual being. Pleasure, no matter what form it took, was never far from her mind.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her pumped up breasts swelling inside her bra. Tears suffused in her eyes as the unstoppable sensation of sexual pleasure spread from her melon-sized tits to the black triangle of hair between her thighs.
George removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairy chest held her gaze. I could fuck her right now, he thought. Stick it in and crank her tube until she starts humping like mad.
Why was she playing this cock-teasing game with him. He'd paid his money. Now, instead of satisfying him, this little hooker was playing hard to get.
His cock bulged, a fact not lost on Jill. His penis was large, at least it seemed so. What will his hands feel like on my thighs? she wondered. Between my legs?
George sat next to the trembling teenager on the bed. Her breasts were large and inviting and through the bra her pink nipples winked back at him.
"Christ, you're good looking," he said. "Beautiful, really."
Jill was silent. Sexual fires throbbed in her tits and suddenly they roared to life in her cunt. She didn't want it, she fought it, but passion was leaking into her heart.
"See, what your beauty does to me," George continued, unzipping his fly. "Only beauties make it hard like that. Go ahead touch and find out for yourself." I must get out of here, she thought. Away from this hotel room and this terrible man sticking his cock in my face. The penis wavered within reach, the jutting head striking her hand.
"It's hard and warm and exciting and thick," he continued. "And I come like crazy. Tell me that doesn't turn you on."
His eager hands sneaked into her bra and fondled the naked flesh, pinching the tight nipples.
Even to George's glassy stare, it was not hard to see the dramatic change in Jill Watson. He felt a torrent of raging lust flood through his body. The girl was for real, he knew that now. She would do everything the bellboy said she would. Her lips would eat his erect cock and her cunt would fuck him to within an inch of his life.
His fingers proceeded forcefully. The bra snap gave way and her ripe breasts plopped from their halter. He bent over and kissed one, then the other, switching back and forth so her twin towers felt the roar of his lust surging through the nipples.
"Oooooo!" she moaned, feeling him licking at her sex door, begging to get in.
Her head was swimming with possibilities. Could she have multiple sex relations? One stud after another plunging their cocks into her.
Jill told herself that a gang bang was out of the question, but the more thought she gave the idea, the more she realized that she could do exactly that!
She looked into the man's grinning face and felt fear flood through her again. For a small voice deep within her conscious mind wanted to scream out, I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick that big prick of yours inside my cunt and fill me with your hot cum!
She made a last, futile attempt. "Please go," she said in a voice sounding more pitiful than commanding.
"You're crazy," he answered. How silly she looked to him. One hand on her tits, the other searching her crotch and she was telling him to leave. It did not show him a woman who would lay down her life to protect her sacred virtue.
Thrusting forward, his hands ripping through her frilly panties, George found her mound, already soft and deliciously wet!
"Yesss!" she screamed, for he did feel good against her cunt. A gush of cunt juice flushed out of her slit, staining her panties and the tender, seeking hands. The smell of her sex erased her fears.
The springs squeaked under his weight as he thrust his penis against her thigh. He sat by her, admiring the round curve of her breasts and the soft flesh of her stomach and thighs. He even saw the rash of goose flesh that covered her skin in the most sensuous way. Jill had a soft, feminine beauty that made his cock throb.
"You sure smell good, baby," he roared. Her wetness reeked the sickly sweet smell of sex. It was a good, rich odor, the tell tale sign, the barometer of a woman's passion, that said she wanted a good fucking.
The man reached between her quavering legs and pulled Jill up on the bed. She struggled against his powerful grip, but his fingers slipped to her cunny and popped her slit, spilling her stink and her sex juice.
"Pleaseeee!" she begged. Though the reason for her protesting had long since evaded her. She spread her legs out wide and humped the hand.
"Good! Wonderful!!! Far out!!!" he giggled. The chick wasn't putting up a battle after all. His fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy with ease, his fingers leaving tiny marks against her channel walls.
"Aaaahhh!!!" She looked at the wedge-shaped cock face staring at her and felt a twinge of excitement inside her cunt. Already her heavy secretions were oozing. She knew what she wanted, as perhaps she had known all along.
He moved his fingers across her tit globes, pinching the nipples.
"Do it!! Yesss," she cried. She felt an explosion of sparks in her womb. She reached for his penis and felt the soft head glide into her hand.
She adored it. And she loved to fondle a man's penis, to feel its resilient strength stroking in and out of her mouth. She bent forward and kissed the bulging head.
"That's good, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Keep nibbling and eating and sucking."
He knew how inferior a woman felt when confronted with a fully erect penis. No matter how beautiful the chick, show her a big, powerful dick and she wanted to cringe before it.
He lifted a firm breast and brought his warm lips down on the puffed up aureoles. He darted his tongue out and around the sensitive tip, tickling and teasing the nipple until it sent its shuttering, excited message back to the breast.
Oh, I love it, want more of it, she thought. Sucking in her breath, she came down on the cock. Back and forth her head moved on the throbbing wand, working the shaft into peak excitement.
"Can you mouth fuck?" groaned the stranger. "Keep doing it. Suck me off!!! Yahooo! Suck me off."
Jill braced herself. She loved the taste of cock, the slap of a man's balls banging against her chin. And she loved the ripe butt smell awaiting her just behind his scrotum. Sex was a series of intertwining smells and sensations. To her, each rich and darkly mysterious.
Jill knew what came next. And what's more, she didn't care anymore. For she craved the warmth of a man's hard dick. She loved sucking pricks, getting almost as much satisfaction as the man did. Nothing excited the little girl more than stroking a cock and scooping up a man's testicles and rubbing them with her fingers.
"You like my tool, don't you, baby?" said the man, feeling her mouth convulse against his shaft. He had never had a woman so hungry to eat him in his whole life. He had the urge to give in and shoot his wad down her sucking throat. But to do so would mean to deny himself Jill's charms. "Suck me, sweetie," he coaxed again. "Lick it down good."
Sighing suddenly, Jill let his masculine warmth surround her. His cock was plunging into her mouth nicely and she relaxed, letting him keep up the rapid stroking.
She thought about her father back home. It was late and she wondered if he were shoving his cock into her mother. Or maybe old mother was sucking the old man off right at the dinner table or maybe in the family room while watching television. Just whipping out the old man's dick and sucking until come sprayed up and down her innocent middle-aged face.
Jill increased the tempo. This is for you, she thought hunching her hips. Her short stroking caused the pecker to heat up. This is to show you I'm not afraid of anyone.
"You hot, baby," he groaned. "Driving me through a wall! Fucking A!"
It was glorious, delicious experience and Jill took to their sex adventures with a certain feminine daring. Saliva leaked from her mouth and spread all over her face until her skin was slick and slippery to the touch. The man gathered up a scoop of the drool and spread a thick coating of the goo around the lips of her cunt. She was dripping wet, but he continued mixing saliva and cunt juice together. For he realized how wild it was for a woman to feel her own spit between her pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you just the way you like it," he yelled. Pulling free of her mouth, he grabbed Jill by the thighs and lifted.
She felt her legs spread open and her hips rise off the bed. "What are you doing to me?" the girl cried. Jill was being lifted up in the air and in the same motion having her sex hole exposed. Higher went her legs and when she could move not another inch, he plunged his tongue into her twat.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!" She twisted in the vise-like grip while the tongue speared her clitoris. Her eyes blacked out as the little explosions of pleasure rippled through her thighs. Even her asshole tingled under the relentless stroking of the raspy tongue. Jill was beyond caring what George did to her. As long as he continued to suck and lick her fuck tube, she would do anything he wanted.
Jill was very excited. Her clit button was being stroked and sparks ignited her body.
The man looked down at her eyes and her open, panting mouth. He grinned to himself and inched his hips towards the dark triangle of her crotch. The arrow shaped prick face flexed in front, probing the matted pubic hair until it found the parted opening of Jill's wet twat.
"Oh, God, stick it in!" begged Jill, sensing the closeness of his sex. Her cunt lips seemed to pucker up in expectation of the throbbing member. Deep inside her channel, her cunt muscles were flexing and writhing. "In! Get it in!" she screamed once again.
His cock jerked and jumped into her parted cunt. The head slipped in as neatly as a seal plunging into water. Her cunt was warm and instantly surrounded the plunging shaft with moist flesh. He lunged in with a third of his prick, then withdrew so the cock once again buzzed her cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh!" moaned Jill, bucking her hips to meet his swollen joint. George was playing with her and his coy lovemaking was driving her crazy. She dug her fingernails into the mattress and when the expected cock did not push inside her. Jill dug her talons into his flesh. "Dirty bitch!" screamed the man. The pain tore through his body. He drew back his hand and slapped Jill across the face.
The blow whipped her head around with whip like force. She looked up with shocked amazement, her blue eyes dilated with fear. Jill was about to cry out in pain when George lunged his prick suddenly into her cunt.
She lost control of herself. She felt as if her fragile mind had ejected from her body and was traveling around in a foreign environment. The blow had caught her on the ear. And as the injured nerves started to scream out in pain, her cunt muscles experienced the most exquisite joy of sexual pleasure.
"Stick it in me!" she begged, stretching her cunt mouth as wide as she possibly could. He drove his dick into the pleasure void, each time finding a way to get more cock shaft inside her.
Back and forth they went. And, like every woman, Jill drifted off into a wild, dreamlike world as her sexual fantasies became fulfilled. His sex roared to life inside her cunny. She imagined herself as a furnace with the enormous head of steam building up as the thrusting cock stoked her furnace-cunt.
"Aaaaiiieee! Give me more!!! Fuck me more!!!" She begged, an insatiable child hungry for its morning ration of hot, dripping sex.
"God almighty, fuck me! Fuuuuuccckkk Meeeee!" she screamed, demanding ever increasing amounts of penetration. Her thoughts moved in slow motion time and she became aware of the smell of her sex. She loved her stink as it surrounded the pounding shaft. It was good, heady stuff and she wanted to dip her hands into the slop after their love making and suck down the precious fluid. She was also aware of her asshole, how it expanded in times of sex, releasing its smell. God, it stinks, she thought. And yet she was curious as to what this lubricant would taste like. In her current state of ecstasy, everything was endlessly fascinating to her mind.
Jill was enjoying her sex and so was her partner. She has a tight cunt and she bucks her hips well, George thought. As he had eased into a nice, steady rhythm, he realized how strong she was. Her cunt did not turn into mush as did those of other girls he had known. Jill's channel was still plenty tight and it clamped down on his cock with every stroke.
"CUMMING!" shouted Jill. She was swimming with excitement. The goose bumps were popping out all over her body and her nipples were once again hard as nails points. She felt a spasmodic sensation in the deepest recesses of her cunt. It built slowly at first, an itch that needed scratching. But the sensation was no longer an itch as Jill realized, her body peaking for its first climax.
"Aaaarrrggg!!!" she spit the words out like the spoiled child she was, while the man plunged his prick into her with demonic fury.
"I'M CUMING !! RIGHT NOW INSIDE YOU!!" he screamed, stabbing her sucking cunt wound. He no longer cared if she came or not. The hot, milky juice was inching up his prick and the only thing important to him was getting it into her channel.
Jill pumped her hips wildly now, lifting her thighs off the mattress ready to receive the sperm. Her pussy muscles contracted suddenly, gripping the sticky member inside her. Then she thrust along with George's love beat, refusing to let go of his cock until she had gotten the love juice she had worked so hard for.
"Hot cum. Here it is!!" screamed George. The prick head bucked and the pinhole dilated opened as the juice sprayed Jill's cunt walls.
"OOOOHHHHH!!!!" Her hips froze. The juice forced itself into her tortured flesh. Jill humped his fast-drooping cock, milking the cum juice with long, forceful strokes.
"Oh, yes! Keep it up, baby! Milk my cock! Suck out the juice." he said. And Jill did, no longer worried about anything, including the other men outside waiting patiently for their turn to share Jill's beautiful treasures.
CHAPTER TWO
Jill Watson had the reputation around Vernon High School as being a sensitive student but not exceptionally attractive. Up until her Junior year, Jill had changed very little. She still had the flat-chested awkward appearance of a girl about to enter puberty. Emotionally, however, Jill was fully mature and wanted boyfriends and all the other wonderful things that went with being a woman. This was not to be, of course. Teenage boys don't risk their fragile reputations by dating plain looking girls.
It was tough for her, but she kept trying to be just one of the girls. She tried out for the glee club and discovered to her own amazement that she possessed a lilting, if not pleasant voice. The cheerleaders came next and though physical awkwardness betrayed her desires at first, many hard hours of practice got her on the squad. Jill was proud of her accomplishments as was her family, but she had still not attracted boys into her life. And this bothered her, though she firmly believed that by trying hard enough, one day her fortunes were bound to take a turn for the better. Someday a man will find me, she told herself. It just has to happen.
A few months after her seventeenth birthday, the miracle Jill had waited so long for began to happen. It began as a burning sensation just behind each nipple of her breast. Jill tried to ignore it, but the sensation increased with each passing day. There were other things happening to her body at the same time, though she did not connect them with the itching sensation in her tits.
That is, she didn't until one day in the showers after a hard cheerleading practice, her best friend Gloria gave her that all knowing look of hers and blurted out: "Well, you're finally getting some titties, Jill Watson."
She could not believe it at first, for she had lived so long in that middle ground between childhood and womanhood that Jill had chilling thoughts of never reaching physical maturity. They were everywhere, those hipless, tit-less women that always seemed to carry the world's problems on their shoulders.
But not me, thought Jill that day, standing in front of the dressing room mirror, admiring the shallow curves of her breasts. She looked into the mirror and at the same time slapped her hips. To her surprise, Jill felt soft flesh where before hard bone had protruded. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest and the sensual itch inside her breasts burned with intense delight. Something new and exciting was happening to Jill as the reflection in the mirror so amply proved. All her life, she had wanted boys to notice her for what she was: a pretty, sexy looking woman. And like many young girls growing up in today's confusing society, Jill's dream was coming true. She wanted a healthy sex life and a man to love her. And she would get both- though in a way that went beyond her most intimate fantasies.
She liked the way her tits had grown firm and hard. And unlike some of her friends who dropped, Jill did not need the support of a bra though she occasionally wore one.
Jill felt good about herself and about the way her body had turned out. And like other girls who experienced the joys of their sex for the first time, Jill liked to show off her sexiness by wearing tight sweaters and thigh-high mini-skirts.
It turned a lot of heads in school and though her mother warned Jill about being overeager to gain attention, she paid her no mind. Most of her friends wore revealing clothes and besides, what did her mother know about the younger generation?
Jill also liked to hitch-hike home rather than take the bus. And one day as she stood outside the school, her thumb out in the classic "ride" position, a convertible screeched to a stop. Jill recognized the driver as John Atkins, a football player known for his physical toughness.
Atkins had a bad reputation among the other cheerleaders and Jill was apprehensive about accepting the ride. At the same time, she felt drawn towards him in a mysterious way. She allowed her curiosity to get the best of her.
"Where to, sweetheart?" Atkins asked, grinning wolfishly.
"Highland Drive," she responded. He didn't seem to be the unpleasant type, she thought. And he was very good looking.
Atkins pulled a cold beer from a cooler in the back seat and offered one to Jill. He hadn't noticed her much, but now that she was close up, he saw that she was pretty. Extremely pretty in fact. His blood rushed through him like electricity. He felt the familiar stirring of his cock inside his pants and he decided to try a few tricks on the girl who sat beside him.
A tingly sensation swept through Jill's braless tits like little warning buzzers. Something is not right, she thought, as the convertible rocketed down the road. Atkins was driving like a mad man, weaving the low slung machine through traffic. He ran a stop sign, nearly side-swiping a Volkswagen before he hit the freeway.
"Hey, slow down," she cried out. The wrap around windshield seemed to distort the other cars as they whizzed by; just quick visual blurs as the convertible hit the century mark.
Jill was terrified of high speed driving. The small voice in the back of her mind told her of impending doom. She imagined the car spinning wildly out of control, crashing into the guard railing and throwing them both to their deaths.
"Oh, please! Stop!" she cried. But her voice was drowned out by the wind screaming through the open car. And John Atkins appeared to have no intention of slowing down. His cruel face was pulled back into a wicked smile and his eyes danced with devilish merriment.
"Some car, huh?" he shouted. "I can drive like this all day."
To emphasize his point, Atkins swung the car violently to the right, passing the surprised occupants of a blue Dodge on the narrow emergency lane.
Jill put both hands up to her eyes and waited for the crashing sound of two tons of metal against concrete. When the accident did not materialize, Jill went into shock. She had the same sense of unreality that a panic-stricken swimmer might have if he were suddenly plucked from the water just as he was going under.
Atkins drained the beer can and flipped it out on the road where it skipped crazily along the cement. He slowed the car down and took the Highland Drive exit at a reasonable speed. A tree-lined park came up on their right and he wheeled the Dodge into the picnic area overlooking a stream.
Jill had spent many happy yours playing Frisbee in the park as a child. She was stunned from the perilous journey, and was not prepared for what came next.
John lunged at her suddenly and clamped his mouth over her lips. He forced her mouth open and plunged his tongue into her soft void. Jill froze with alarm. She felt his arm snake up her miniskirt and wiggle into her panties. Her thighs snapped open instinctively as his finger found the parted slit of her cunt. Drunk as he was, Atkins had not forgotten how to work a girl's crack into a state of excitement.
Jill bucked her hips against his hand. She wanted to do something; at least scream, or cry, or shout-anything at all. But she just sat there, legs spread apart with this man's hand jammed into her virgin sex channel, wondering how to react.
Her sexual adventures had been limited. She had never felt a man's hand between her legs working the cum juice into her pubic thatch. His mouth felt good against hers, she thought, and his hand felt good where it was. Her breasts throbbed with pleasure as Atkins' hand parted her cunt lips and she wondered if it was all right to let a man violate her this way.
"How's that, baby?" Atkins asked, snapping his thumb nail against her rigid clitoris.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" she cried, the fiery sensation between her legs quickly spreading through the rest of her. Though Jill felt only pleasure and not guilt, she tried pushing him away. "You must stop this."
"I agree," he said drunkenly. He ripped open his fly and freed his swollen cock from restrictive panel of his underwear. "Now you give me a little pleasure, sweetie. Suck!" The prick lifted its ugly head, the conical shaped face challenging Jill to accept its throbbing rewards. She studied the cock with intent curiosity like a child trying out a new Christmas toy. Ugly blue veins marred its sleek, masculine beauty. She followed the length of his cock with her eyes, watching it twitch and flicker, ready to strike.
"Suck me, goddamn it!" yelled Atkins. "Suck it with your mouth!"
A twinge of revulsion shivered down her spine. I can't put that ugly thing inside me, she thought. She looked at the tiny hole in the middle of the circumcised head and imagined the shaft forced into her mouth as the hole dilated and cum shot into her mouth. What a terrible thing to ask a woman to do, she said to herself. I couldn't ever suck a man's penis.
Atkins' excitement had reached a peak and he drunkenly screamed at her once again to satisfy his sexual passions.
"I can't hold it much longer," he bellowed. "Now do it! Do it!" His hand surrounded the shaft and he frantically brought it up and down the translucent skin that sheathed his powerful member.
Confronted with so much sex in just a few passing seconds, Jill gave in to her most animal instincts and reached out for the cock that danced before her. Though her mind raced with explosive thoughts-spurred on by passion or guilt, she did not know which-the feeling of gripping a hard prick in her hands did not bother her. In fact, the shaft's pleasing warmth made her feel good.
"Oooooo," she said in a voice that was almost a whistle. "You're so very hot. You're . .. you're burning up in my hand." And, as if to prove her point, Jill frigged his cock in a blur of motion.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" screamed John, his excitement reaching a climatic peak. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Atkins bucked his hips off the seat and pushed his inflamed member towards the girl's face.
"Good gracious!!" she screamed out. To Jill, the surprise thrusting of Atkins' hips seemed an extension of the frigging she was giving his cock. It seemed, at least to her at that wild, crazy moment, that she had lifted him into the air by merely pulling on his prick. She watched with wide open eyes at the pine hole in the circumcised head as it dilated just as she had fantasized, the opening grew bigger and bigger and then the cum wad shot out into her face.
"Yesssss!" yelled John as he shot jet after jet of sticky semen into the face of his hitchhiking companion. His balls jerked in their sack as the fluid rushed through his shaft and out the spurting end.
The vicious liquid caught her under the nose. And before Jill could push his cock out of the way, three more jets had found their target.
"You beast!" she cried, tears filling her eyes. "How could you do such an awful thing!"
Atkins was not prepared for Jill's reaction. He had shot his wad on lots of girls. Some even like their sex that way, feeling cum sprayed in their face. So he could not possibly understand how traumatic the episode had been for Jill.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just let it slip out, that's all." He put a protective arm around the hysterical girl. His cock continued to ooze its fertile message onto the leather upholstered seat while he tried to comfort Jill from further embarrassment.
"Get away from me," she screamed slipping through the outstretched arm. "I never want to see you again." Her fumbling hand found the latch to the door and in an instant she was out and running through the park, wiping the remaining cum slime from her tear-streaked face.
"I'll make it up to you," he cried out from the car. Then as an afterthought, though even to his woozy mind it sounded corny, he said, "I think I love you."
Two girls walking through the park watched Jill as she scurried off down the pathway. John was now standing up in the front seat watching her go quite unaware that his flaccid cock was drooping out from his trousers.
"Probably fucked her brains out," said one girl admiring the lengthy shaft. "That's a big cock he's got there."
"That's a donkey dick," responded the friend. "I know 'cause my daddy has one."
CHAPTER THREE
To drive the terrible memories of John Atkins from her mind, Jill did not attend classes for the remaining part of the week. She told her mother that a bad case of mononucleosis was going around and her Physical Ed teacher thought it best she stay home for several days. The big football game with arch rival Kearny High School was coming up, explained Jill, and the coach wanted all the cheerleaders in top form to cheer on the team.
It was a flimsy excuse, but in the way of mothers, Mrs. Watson took it hook, line and sinker.
Jill stayed in bed and spent the time reading books. She was an avid reader, mostly Gothic romance novels, and imagined herself as one of the heroines. In her mind she could see herself as a Southern belle during the Civil War fighting the bluecoats while waiting for the return of her Confederate lover. She was always courageous in those daydreams, but she wondered what she would really do if kidnapped by violent, dangerous men. She realized that desperate men very often behave in depraved ways. They could do anything they wanted, she thought. There had been a girl in school who had been picked up by several older men and forced to have sex with both of them. The attack caused quite a commotion at school and the girl had to drop out for a year. Jill didn't blame the girl, but she wondered what would she, Jill Watson, have done if two men forced her into a sex act.
Foolish daydream, thought Jill. Still, there was no denying warmth that rippled through her breasts. Her nipples, always the barometer of her sexual excitement, were hard, little points.
Her books had described the heroines as strong-willed women who out-witted their lusty, degenerate attackers.
Maybe that was not the way it happened, Jill thought. Her heart pounded crazily as her mind conjured up the scenes the authors had so carefully omitted.
She imagined herself locked in a dungeon, her arms secured by shackles. The clothes were ripped from her body. Her prized breasts were the object of much licking and sucking. She realized that men could do anything to her. In her fantasy she saw John Atkins spread out her thighs and plunge his fingers into her most private parts. She imagined his wedge shaped prick flicking before the dark face of her pleasure mound before lunging into her sex tube.
"Oh, God, how awful," she said. The fantasy overwhelmed her, and she became its prisoner. Atkins plunged his cock into her opening again and again until he screamed wildly and Jill felt the warm gush of semen spread through her channel. She gasped, for as Atkins withdrew his wilted tool, he yelled out, "All right, matey, you next." And for the first time she saw that Atkins was not alone in her dream, that behind him were queued up half a dozen men waiting their turn.
"That couldn't happen," Jill said out loud. "I wouldn't let those men take advantage of my womanhood." And yet there was a kernel of truth in her dream. Somewhere in the back of her mind a small voice was trying to tell her something, though she had no idea what it was.
Jill felt excited about returning to school. She was up an hour early and laid out her clothes carefully. A full length mirror was secured to her bedroom door and Jill would stand before it and watch herself dress.
First went the tiny panties. Then the sheer panty hose. The nylon fabric clung to her legs as she rolled them on. And the top panel felt secure against the curve of her pubic mound.
She paused for a brief glimpse of her well-rounded body in the mirror. The rounded breasts with the hard nipple ends stared back at her. She smiled impishly and felt a sudden desire to thrust both hands into the panty hose top and rub her cunt. Aren't you the holy terror, she thought, putting on the low cut bra. John Atkins or not, Jill was determined to look her best. And she liked the support the bra gave her, cupping her breasts like two gentle hands while the top part left the skin bare right down to the nipple. Normally she wore a sweater, but today she felt like trying a blouse. Showing off her well developed chest had first been a cause of embarrassment. But she had grown to like her tits and showing them off made her feel deliciously feminine. On went the blouse and the blue mini, and making final adjustments, Jill was ready for school.
Biology was her favorite class and she always rushed to her seat which was in the first row. Most of her friends couldn't stand the dull technical lectures, but she found them stimulating. It never ceased to amaze her how many different species of animals there were in the world.
The professor, Al Sweeney, was a thin, well built man still in his early thirties, though the Walrus moustache and dark Granny glasses made him appear much younger. He had taught biology for three years and found it to be an incredibly dull subject to teach. So to liven things up, Sweeney spent countless hours pouring over scientific quarterlies looking for shocking bits of information to generate interest in his class. Today he had an exceptionally interesting topic.
"The gibbet cat has strange ways of mating," Sweeney was saying, "because the females attack the males." Sweeney gazed straight ahead, but he managed to keep Jill Watson in his view. Watching her breasts had become a pastime for him, and class was not the same when she had been absent. "This may seem hard to believe, but when the gibbet cat comes into heat, she corners the first male around and literally mates him to death!" Sweeney emphasized the final word and got the expected giggling and chuckling that he wanted. "And not just one male, but dozens of gibbets. And savage copulation goes on for many hours, sometimes days until the female is satisfied."
Jill frowned. It seemed impossible for such a brutal act to go on in nature. Even animals had a conscience, she was convinced. She looked up with a frown on her face and saw that Mr. Sweeney was staring right at her.
"You appear not to believe me, Miss Watson," he said. A bemused smile crossed his face as if he could read her carefully hidden thoughts.
Jill was terrified. "Well... a-a," she began. But in mid-sentence she stopped for the intense sensation of sex was upon her. She didn't know what had done it, but her cunt was thoroughly wet.
"You see, Miss Watson, species of the animal kingdom are not constructed like you and I," he said evenly. "Nature has given every animal species a way of reproducing its own. And, believe me, there are countless ways of mating. So if the gibbet's way seems strange and unnatural, well, it should because humans don't mate that way."
"Yes, they do," said a high pitched voice in the back of the room. For a frantic moment, Jill imagined John Atkins standing up and telling the class what had happened in the front seat of the convertible.
Sweeney groaned silently to himself. "Do you having something to say, Mr. Bridges." Every class had a trouble maker, thought Sweeney, but Jeff Bridges was that rarity: A troublemaker who didn't mean to be one.
"There're lots of girls who have to have more than one man during mating season," the frail looking boy argued. "I've heard of gang bangs where chicks take on twenty guys."
The classroom burst into laughter as the hour bell rang. 'That's a dumb question, Bridges," snapped Sweeney. "And I won't have that gutter talk in my classroom. Class dismissed!"
Sweeney turned to Jill and stood before her in an almost apologetic pose. He loomed over her and tried to avoid looking down her cleavage. "I'm sorry for the interruption," he said. "But as I was saying, all acts are natural in nature. And what might seem strange or in the sense we're talking about ... perverted, doesn't mean the rest of the animal kingdom sees things that way."
Jill rose from the desk, painfully aware of the wetness between her legs. "I think I understand, Mr. Sweeney. And thank you."
Sweeney watched the young girl run off and felt strangely attached to the young girl, in a way that he never had for other students.
He grinned, feeling his cock rise up in his shorts. Ah well, he thought. Such is the sex life of a high school professor.
CHAPTER FOUR
The big game was a day away and all the football players had strict orders to stay in and rest. Which meant Jill did not have a date for the evening. She hated spending the night watching television or something equally inane. But there wasn't much else to do. That is, until Betsy, her best friend called up and announced they were going on a blind date.
"I don't know who he is," she said, "I think he's a friend of Bob's."
She agreed to go along. At least it was something to do on a Thursday night and there was the prospect of meeting a boy who might really turn her on. Jill ran up the front stairs to her bedroom and quickly pulled on her street clothes.
As she gave a last minute brushing to her hair, Mrs. Watson walked in and beamed her approval at her daughter's choice of clothes.
"Going somewhere, dear," she said. "Weren't you going to stay home this evening?" It was her way to question her daughter's coming and going and sometimes it was a cause of irritation in the Watson household. Jill loved her mother and overlooked it when she inquired about every facet of her life. Her mother was an endless source of optimism. She was pretty in her own way with twinkling blue eyes, frosted hair and a slim waist. She looked perfect in the role of a hostess for a church social, though Mrs. Watson rarely attended church.
"Betsy asked me over to her house," said Jill. "She's having some friends over."
Mrs. Watson gave her daughter a hug. "That's all right, dear, you don't have to explain everything. I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who sticks her nose where it doesn't belong. You run along, and don't worry. Your father and I won't be waiting up for you."
Jill was confused by her mother gushing response, but lately nothing her mother did or said could surprise her anymore. If she seemed a little odd at times, well, that was just her way.
Jill groaned twice to herself after leaving the house. Once, when she discovered her blind date was Kevin Bridges, the wiry, bespectacled kid in her biology class. The second groan was when Betsy's date drove by the Tu-Vu drive-in where most of the crowd went and instead ended up at the Rancho DeLuxe, a grimy, crumbling place featuring X-rated movies.
"Watch the movie," instructed Betsy with a giggle. "We might learn something."
Kevin, however, was not waiting for any cinematic instructions. "Hello, Jill," he said with a slurred voice. Jill looked into small, boyish face and saw two glassy eyes staring down at her tits. She guessed he was on some kind of drug, for his bony fingers possessed super human strength. He slipped his hands down to her trim waist and moved his legs over so his knees parted her thighs.
"No, Kevin, not here," she murmured. She did not want him, Jill told herself. She did not want Kevin Bridges pushing those strong fingers of his into her panties and playing with her most private parts. Oh, God, now, she was not ready to suffer another humiliation as she had in the convertible. She could not degrade herself in such a manner!
Kevin was not discouraged by Jill's sudden coolness towards him. Once Jill knew his intensions of seducing her, she would go along with him "Behave yourself and don't make a scene," she whispered as Kevin advanced. Why does this always happen to me, she thought, trying to push him away. There was sweat on his brow and she could detect the smell of cherry life savers on his breath. A knot formed in her stomach as she tried closing her legs. Jill reached up for his head, losing her grip in the process, and they both tumbled down to the back seat. Kevin's face came crashing down on hers and his tongue slipped silently between her lips.
Oh, this is awful, she thought, her pulse pounding wildly as the trapped invader thrashed about the hollow of her mouth. His body clung to hers like a leech.
His tongue probed its new home and she found herself returning his passion. In and out he went, starting the slow rhythm of sex that once begun, was impossible to stop.
A hand went to her breast. Her nipples hardened to his touch and when his free hand found the bra clasp she let out a gasp.
Her cunt was wildly wet. His knee kept her thighs spread apart as the juice seeped from her slit.
"Jesus, look at them go at it," giggled Betsy. "This is better than the goddamn movie."
Jill was not interested in what her friend had to say. Her mind swirled with more important things. Like having Kevin play with her pussy!
Rolling over on her side, Jill ground her sex mound against his knee.
"Jesus, you're a hot little thing," exclaimed Kevin. He had liked her for sometime, but never had he thought of her as a sex crazed animal.
"Put it here," she demanded, tearing his mouth from hers. Ripping open her Levi's, Jill exposed her cunt to Kevin's glassy eyes. "Now for Pete's sake, do it!"
As she said the words, a thrill flashed across her body. Her hot channel begged for sex. From the goose-fleshed tips of her breasts to the oozing mouth of her gash, Jill Watson was ready for the good fucking she wanted so badly.
"Hurry! Hurrrry!!" She reached for his crotch and pulled his pants open exposing his hard, glistening cock.
Kevin felt so excited he wasn't sure what to do next. His hand dipped into the "V" of her thighs and then into her parted slit.
"Aaaahhhhh!" cried Jill in ecstatic relief. She squirmed against the two intruders letting her cunt walls collapse around them. She thrust against them once, felt an exquisite spasm of pleasure, then bucked again.
Kevin worked his fingers into her slot. At the same time he positioned his hips over her face and lowered his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"Suck it!" he insisted as her lips closed around his member. And with great relief, Jill did as she was told. His prick slipped to the very back of her throat. He drew back his hips, letting her lips suckle every bit of his shaft, then plunged deep into her face.
"Ooooooo!" he groaned. There was no doubt in his mind that this sylvan nymph was good at cock sucking. He wanted to leave his prick inside her mouth all night and fill her face bloated with his seed.
Jill responded to the urgency of her cunt. The thrusting fingers inside her flashed white hot messages to her brain. Her organs were frenzied with excitement. Yet she could not be satisfied until she felt the reassurance of a penis rammed into her slot.
She sucked on the cock in her mouth until Kevin shuddered with delight. His nuts throbbed in her hands, ready to send up their dripping missive.
"Fuck me! Stick that big cock of yours up my cunt!" she screamed pulling her hands free and driving her nails down into his pants. She lifted him up by the ass cheeks and pulled. "Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. Get it in this very second."
The trickle of cunt juice down her thigh only drove her to greater frenzied heights. Once aroused, she could no sooner stop herself from completing the sex act than a bull could quit from charging.
She thrust her cunt forward and sucked in his cock. The flesh quivered around her mound as Kevin's spear descended into her void. The prick head wiggled wickedly against her pussy walls and a gusher of cunt spray flushed from her opening.
"Do it! Jam in there good!" she coaxed.
In the front seat, Betsy watched the lovemaking session with growing intensity. She was no prude when it came to sex. A half crazed Uncle had taught all about the birds and the bees in a deserted wood shed on her father's farm. She knew all about sex and yet with all the affairs she had managed in her seventeen years, Betsy had never watched another couple make love.
She had always managed to find a dimly lit room, or an unused couch, or an attic hideaway or even a front seat in which to fuck her boyfriend. But this was something entirely new to her.
"Look at them get it on," she whispered. There was nothing delicate about their sex act. The pick looked like a cruel, menacing instrument as Kevin pistoned his shaft into her hole.
Betsy thought Jill was being victimized. Her legs were pulled back, against her shoulders revealing the soft hole of her cunt mound. Betsy could not look at her best friend without a feeling of revulsion. For sex was not the nice, clean act that she thought it was.
The cock that slid in and out of Jill's mound seemed a brutal, mindless device that acted on its own. Her cunt itself was not the delicate, intricate thing that Betsy had first thought. The lips had been yanked apart. Her channel had been penetrated in the most savage way, she thought, her most private and sensitive organ laid bare and vulnerable.
There was another thing too. The powerful odor of their lovemaking filled the tiny car. The odor poured from every orifice engulfing them in a human miasma. Betsy bit her tongue to keep herself from gagging. She watched Kevin as he increased the rhythm of their fucking. His ass cheeks seemed to bounce about like water filled balloons. At the same time she saw how Jill responded to his lusty strokes by grinding her snatch into his mound as their bodies meet with each thrust.
"Oh, God, this is terrible," she said. The odor of sex was rising to her flared nostrils. She remembered how sex had been for her. Eyes closed, arms stretched out, her lover straddling her thighs as his prick brought her to an orgasm in a very silent, sterile way. She had never been aware of the rawness of lovemaking. Watching Jill's mushy cunt gulp for the prick that thrust inside made Betsy tingle all over. Smelling them as they neared their climax made her mind teem with thoughts. What would it feel like to be fucked so savagely? Did her cunt smell like that? What would her own juice taste like? His juice?
She was aware of Bob's strong hand searching through her blouse and finding the thumb-size nipple of her breast. Their lovemaking always started this way. Start with the tits, then work down to the cunt. If they had been alone that's the way she would have wanted her sex. But this time they were not by themselves. Her best friend was getting her brains fucked out in the back seat and Betsy wanted to ... the words caught in her throat. .. yes, she wanted to fuck with them. God, yes, she thought. I'm going to cum when Jill gets her rocks off.
Betsy pulled open the metal snaps to her Levi's and rolled them off. Her eyes shone with uncommon brilliance. Her body was feverish for sex and an explosion of electricity raced up and down her nerve chain. She turned to her incredulous mate and shouted, "Get those pants off, right now!"
Bob did not understand the radical change that had come over his girlfriend and he didn't try to. "Okay, anything to make you happy," he said, unbuckling his belt. In what seemed an instant his nude body gleamed in the moonlit night. His cock wiggled out in the air like a trout leaping in fast running stream.
Jill was only half aware of the fumbling going on in the front seat. Her cunt glowed with the magic warmth that comes with intense penetration. Her love juice poured like thick soup from her mound, running down the trough between her legs into her ass-slit.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned at the new pleasure invading her body. She squirmed under the incessant attack of the prick inside her. Betsy hunched up her cunt so more juice flowed to the virgin opening of her bunghole. "More! Do it more!" she begged. The frothy juice filled her slit with its warmth. "Yes! Jesus, yes!"
The orgasm was close at hand for Jill Watson, and she pushed her tired muscles to exhaustion in order to achieve it. Betsy watched with a fascination that bordered on hysteria. Her cunt was drawn up tight as a nut and she knew full well that it would take many precious minutes to make the mound soft and sensitive. But there wasn't time. And to her sex-crazed mind, Betsy had to feel the mighty thrust of a penis in her channel right at that instant.
Betsy turned on the front seat and with wild abandon, brought her face down on Bob's cock.
"Aaaahhhh!" groaned Bob, feeling the wet presence of her lips around his shaft. "You can do that anytime, baby!"
While her mouth worked up his passion, Betsy fumbled frantically in her purse until she found the small bottle of baby oil. Her cunt was much to dry for fucking. She took the bottle and squeezed the oily contents between her cunt lips.
The sudden entry of the bottle top made her want to cry out. She held one cock prisoner in her mouth while a second imitation penis stuck between her spread thighs pumping oily fluid into her vagina. It was like being fucked in her two holes at the same time.
"Hurry, Bob .. . For God's sakes, I want to cum right now, right this very instant. Get it in me. Get that big thunder-stick inside my cunt this instant. . .. Hurrrrryyyyy!!!"
Bob was game for just about anything. He had no sooner wheeled his car into the parking slot then his old buddy Kevin started getting his rocks off in the back seat. And now Betsy was doing the same thing. It just wasn't like her, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. Now when she was hovering above him ready to bring down that glistening tight button of hers down on his cock.
"I'm yours, darling," he said, arching his cock up towards her crescent shaped opening, "Let my big cock put a permanent part in that cunt of yours."
Bob positioned his prick. Quickly Betsy brought her cunt down on his stick. Her channel was filled with baby oil, but her muscles were still bunched up in knots.
"Owwwww!" she screamed, the cock plunging into her slit. It hurt worse than she had imagined. She was tighter than a virgin cunt, but it was too late to turn back. She was determined to take the full length of his prick inside her. Even if it meant ripping through her cunt walls to do it.
She jammed the baby oil bottle into her opening and squeezed a long stream of oil against his prick. "In! Stick it in!"
Bob complied eagerly with her demand. Pulling back so that the viscous fluid found its way into her tortured flesh, Bob bunched up his hips and slammed his cock into her breech.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" Betsy yelled. She almost fainted from the pain. AND HIS COCK WAS ONLY HALFWAY INSIDE HER HOLE! From the backseat the sound of flesh flopping against flesh brought her back to her senses. Jill's coming any second, she thought. Panic seized her pain-racked body. Touching her hole once more, Betsy readied herself above the rigid phallus and with a thundering scream, brought her cunt down on his prick.
Her tight flesh surrounded his prick from tip to stern. The oil poured from her slit out on his stomach making a miniature oil spill. Her muscle gripped him securely and he couldn't remember ever being held so tightly before. It was like fucking her mouth only much warmer. And what was really icing on the cake was she was fucking him. He didn't have to move a finger for this beautiful piece of ass. Just lay back and let her cunt to all the work "Start fucking!" he shouted, grabbing her breasts with both hands. He loved playing with a woman's breasts during sex. They seemed to firm up once he was inside her and the red tips tasted so good in his mouth.
Betsy reared her hips back and slammed her cunt down on his cock. God, this is good, she thought to herself. No longer was it necessary to match her love strokes with those of her partner. She could fuck as hard as she pleased.
"Again! Here it comes again!" she yelled thrusting her aching flesh up and down.
"Cumming!" screamed Jill from the backseat. "Oh, I'm cumming!" Writhing and twisting under the dick that pummeled her cunt, Jill felt the heart stopping pleasure of her orgasm spread slowly from her love channel and then back again. That was the way she climaxed. Rippling waves of ecstasy spread from the center of her womb. Back and forth went these love rhythms, each time building with intensity. Then the magic moment arrived when the rippling waves went out and out, never returning to their source. That was her orgasm. Continuous pleasure waves splashing through her body like great, crashing breakers thundering on the beach.
"Aaaiiieee! Cummming! Right this minute!! This second!!!" she yelled, thrusting her hips. Her cunt closed like a fist on the prick inside her. Her love channel walls squeezed down upon his member sucking it for the sweet tasting nectar trapped inside.
"This is it, baby!" bellowed Kevin, his nuts swollen with come. Though her vaginal walls were lined with slippery mucus, Kevin could not budge He was trapped inside her and he felt momentarily helpless as he lay glued to her cunt mouth while his semen rushed up his prick and flooded the wedge shaped cock head.
"Take it, bitch!" he shouted. "Take my hot juice. Here it is! Thick, hot cum!" The cock bucked and a jet of precious fluid scurried into her channel.
"Yes, oh yessssss!!!!" she begged as the warmth spread through her. Another discharge of cum shot through her cunt, mixing with the feminine slime that enveloped his member.
Across the seat Betsy was pumping her hips furiously to get her own orgasm started. Perhaps she had overestimated her desire to cum with her best friend. Her womb burned like a smoldering coal. And Bob was sucking her hard tits into a frenzy! But still she could not drive the passion into the rest of her body.
Desperately Betsy lunged herself forward. She turned animal clawing at Bob's hairy chest, digging the nails deep into flesh. She was thrashing about like a fish out of water. Overcome by her own hysteria, Betsy was unaware of what she was doing.
"Hey, stop that" yelled Bob. The one thing he didn't need was some little bitch who liked to beat the shit out of men.
"Make it happen to me!" she begged him, squirming about between his legs like an impaled squirrel kicking for those last gasping breaths of life. "You dirty, cocksucking son-of-a-bitch! Do it to me! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! Fuuuuccckkk meeeeee!"
One of Betsy's wild swings caught Bob just above the scrotum, a well timed move that sent him howling with rage.
"I'll make you cum, bitch!" he yelled in her face, his wild Irish temper going both burners. "I'll split your fucking cunt in two!!"
Unaware of his own strength, Bob grabbed Betsy by the ass cheeks and lifted her off his cock and threw her down on the seat. Rising up above he looked down on the pitiful mass of humanity wiggling below him. He was looking at a woman brought to the very edge of a sexual fulfillment then denied that all encompassing pleasure. Only then did he realize the full strength of the sex drive. He looked across the seat opposite of what squirmed below his thighs. A woman perfectly content with herself and the world around her.
Voices from outside the car drifted in the window. They were in a drive-in theater after all, and their screaming and moaning had undoubtedly attracted some attention. Bob could not leave Betsy in her state of agony. And crowd or no crowd, he could not quit until his own prick was satisfied. He brought his smooth, muscled body down on her belly. His cock probed into the flaxen hair of her mound, pressing its weight against her flesh until it found the parted lips of her cunt.
She whimpered as his cock began the journey up her sex hole, and her fingers dug deeper into his flesh. "Oh Christ! Oh... .Oh! ... Ohhhhh!!!" He plunged into her channel feeling her juice surrounding his shaft.
The residue of pain and disgust had been drained from his memory. His mind was refreshed and alert. Once again he had proved himself in the sex act. He had dominated his woman by sheer force and how he was going to fuck her in a way that she would never forget domination.
Betsy felt the penis grow inside her womb until it seemed as big as a salami. Her legs buckled under her and her sex mound turned soft as strawberry preserves. An angry sound burst from her asshole as Bob began his his fucking strokes. "Oooooo!" she groaned. A flash burst blinded her mind as the pleasure exploded through her flesh. "Yesssss!" she cried out feeling the cock grow inside her cunt until it seemed ready to split her vagina. She felt a shudder of ecstasy followed by a warm spray of cock juice.
"Right on!" yelled Bob as his wad burst free. His seed was boiling hot as it slipped through his shaft into her slot. And that was just the way Betsy liked it. Thick, sloppy come oozing into the deepest recesses of her vagina.
In the back seat, Jill was laying back in the soft folds of the upholstered seat listening to primal sounds of their lovemaking. Their words made her own cunny twitch with anticipation. To her fertile imagination, now primed by the emotional residue of her orgasm, Jill imagined Bob jumping up from the front seat and cramming his cock up her hole.
What a horrible thought, she told herself. Making love to two men sounded almost perverted to her. But closing her eyes, that is exactly what she was thinking about, perverted or not. In her dreams she saw a procession of men lining up to take their turn banging her hole.
Jill suddenly bolted upright in her seat. In the front seat she watched Betsy climaxing, her body jerking spastically under the pounding of Bob's enormous cock.
The movie had already begun. Up on the giant screen she watched as a man clad only in a bright red tie fuck the face of a young woman squatting on a commode. "I don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as long as you suck my cock," the man was saying. "Oh my," answered Jill truly amazed at the sight before her. "Oh my."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jill tip-toed silently up to the front door and opened it with her key. In the eerie mid-evening stillness, the lock tumblers click loud as rifle shots. Her father had the Saturday morning shift at the cement plant where he worked. Jill knew she'd catch hell if she woke him up.
The X-rated movie had not turned out to be all that sensational. The man in the red neck tie was a used car salesman who did very little except run from one bedroom to another. Except for the commode scene, there was very little sex to speak of, and everyone all agreed to cut out early.
Jill had said goodnight to Kevin and now she was inside her home, the evening nearing its logical end. It had been all right, she told herself. The sex had been good, even better than she'd expected. Come seed still leaked from her cunny as she crept up the stairs to her bedroom at the end of the hall. The cum slime felt warm against her mound and its pungent odor drifted up from her stained panties.
"Why do I do these things, she asked herself. Men do these awful things to me. .. I shouldn't let men do these rude acts. .. Oh, I like having sex.. . but it's wrong for men to come down on me whenever they want ... I shouldn't let them."
Jill was no woman's libber, but she had read several magazines advocating feminine militancy and she agreed with some of their ideas.
She didn't like it when the man made all the decisions. Why did society deem it wrong for the female to take the initiative when it came to sexual matters. Many times she felt like taking the family car and cruising around until she found some big stud that turned her on. But she couldn't rush off and fuck the first person that struck her fancy because it made her feel guilty. It was all right for a strange boy to take her out to an X-rated movie and shove his organ in her cunny. That made her one of the girls. But reverse the order and she was considered a slut. Several girls who had been friends during grade school had asserted their independence and the boys avoided them as if they had syphilis.
Jill stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Is somebody there?" she said. In the pitch black hallway, a sliver of light shown underneath the bedroom door. Her folks were awake.
"Jesus, Agnes, there's no one in the house," her father said. "Jill's not due in for another hour. So get that night gown off, baby, before I rip it off." Jill was speechless. Her father and mother were about to perform sex! Her heart pounded with excitement. She tried to visualize what they would look like. Her father was almost bald and had a large beer gut that seemed to spill out of rumpled trousers he wore to work. And her mother was almost thirty-eight years old!
Wouldn't it be sensational watching the folks do it? thought Jill. The subject of sex had never entered family conversation in her house. Once her father had mumbled something about the "joys of reproduction," but her presence had made him so nervous that he never had finished speaking his piece. About the only thing she remembered was a stern warning about avoiding unwanted pregnancies.
Jill waited breathlessly outside the bedroom door deciding what she should do. The door was closed securely and the key hole was too small for peering into the room. There was a bedroom window, however which had a small balcony that was rarely used. She knew that going from her room across the roof and to the balcony was an easy procedure even in the night.
Yes, it was easy and she was going to do it. Jill's mind that only moments before had begged for sleep, was now fully awake. She knew there would be holy hell to pay if her father caught her sneaking a peek at their lovemaking. But curiosity had the best of the girl. To miss such an opportunity was unthinkable. She had to watch them get it on.
Jill climbed out on tar papered roof and cat-walked her way to the balcony which she hopped down on without a sound.
The night was cool and still, but the action inside the bedroom was hot and heavy. The drawn window shade was only partially closed. And by laying on her side, Jill had an excellent view of the bedroom.
Her mother lay back on the mattress, her head propped up by several pillows and her knees pulled halfway to her chest. Jill followed the slender outline of her mother's body to the pit of her crotch. Her father's nude body hung over her mother, his face just above her crotch. He grinned wickedly and his tongue dangled from his mouth. Suddenly, he disappeared into the V of her mother's legs.
WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Jill bit down on her arm to keep from screaming. She did not have to be reminded what her father was doing with his tongue. Her cunt ached and the flaccid thigh muscles flexed with renewed strength. There was no feeling more joyous than that wet tongue lapping at your clit button.
"Oh, that's so fucking good, George," her mother groaned. "Just you keep working on that clit till I say stop, ya hear?" For an instant the whole world seemed to go silent for Jill. Just the gentle whisper of the wind followed by the wet slapping sound of flesh licking flesh.
"Oooooo!!!" said Mrs. Watson, "that tongue of yours, George, sends sparks shooting through me." She twisted and turned her supine body, grinding her ample hips against the invasion of male flesh. Jill saw that her father had worked his tongue into parted slit of her mother's cunt and was thrusting it in and out, up and around her flesh mound. Jill's own cunt was sopping wet. She knew the pleasurable sensation of a man's drooling tool sticking the ripe softness of her quim. Having experienced such earthly joys only minutes before, Jill was primed for more sexual contact. Her whole body shook with the erotic desire. Though the incessant voice of her conscience would not let her throw open the window and hop into bed with her folks, Jill was not content being only a voyeur.
How can I? she wondered. My own mother and father enjoying their marital bliss and I'm intruding on them. I don't care for them. I just want my body satisfied. I just want to have sex all the time!
"Fucking-A, George, hurry up!" screamed Mrs. Watson. "You're just teasing me. You know how I want you to fuck me. Quit this bullshit and let's do. Do it!"
George withdrew his tongue and stared wantonly at his wife. Though his belly was enormously bloated, Jill noticed his hips and thighs were hard, sinewy muscle. She also had no trouble recognizing the crazed, glassy stare in his eyes.
"Just remember Agnes, this is your idea," he said, pulling her by the ankles. "I'm perfectly content to fuck your hole or your face like we do every night of the week. I like your cunt, it gives me lots of pleasure and it's soft just like your mouth."
Jill was having a difficult time understanding her father. Perhaps they knew something about sex that she didn't. The thought incensed her. She had long ago given up taking advice from adults. She was on her own, a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. Except, that is, when it came to moments like this when she felt her confidence challenged.
"Shut up, you talk happy son-of-a-bitch," said her mother. "I want you there. Right between my thighs, sweetie."
Jill was dumbfounded. She had never heard her soft-spoken mother talk in such a profane manner.
She seemed possessed by a foreign spirit.
"Keep talking, dear," said George rearing back. He sat on his knees just inside the V shape of her legs. "Here's my big prick and I'll stick it just where you want it." He grabbed her thighs and pulled her over on her stomach. Jill watched as her father shoved a hand under her mother's pussy and lift her into a kneeling position. Now George was staring directly into parted cheeks of her asshole.
"Oh, yes, George," Agnes said a whine in her tone. "Now do it, damn it. Don't jam your finger in and think that's going to make me come. I want your whole cock, understand. Every fucking inch. And I want it straight up my asshole, right to the hilt."
Jill trembled all over as she looked at the rounded curve of her mother's ass. She had heard dirty stories from the girls about the wild orgasm a girl could have getting ass fucked, but she rejected such talk as pure fantasy. But the picture of her mother before her was no fantasy. She was actually going to do it. And it made Jill squirm. She could not shake the image from her mind; her father kneeling behind her mother like ah animal, his swollen cock jutting out like a giant ice-cream cone. She wondered what the feeling of her father's prick would be like banging at the tight knot of her bung hole.
"And use the goddamn lubricant," Agnes said, a tremble of passion betraying the commanding tone in her voice. "Grease my hole good. I don't want the fucking club of yours splitting my shitter."
As she spoke, George dug out a two finger gob of Vaseline and stuck it between her ass cheeks.
"Good and greasy!" encouraged Agnes, feeling the gooey warmth invade her bung hole. "Jesus, that feels good. Stretch me out, baby. Really lube that hole. Ahhhhh!"
Catching her breath, Jill watched her father work his fingers in and out, up and around the bunch of tight, sensitive muscles. Her own asshole burned with desire watching daddy perform his task diligently. In a dress, her mother looked big-hipped. But naked on the bed her giant butt cheeks appeared sensuous, the ravine-like split of her ass looking marvelously inviting.
Unable to control herself any longer, Jill unzipped her Levi's and carefully piled them in a corner of the porch balcony. Next came the shirt, and the frilly bra so she was entirely naked. The chilly wind tensed her nipples into tense little cherry stones. Her cunt burned with passion and her flesh was taut with excitement. The twin joys of danger and sex egged her on. She felt no longer a master of her mind, but a captive of her fertile imagination.
"Oh God, George, give it to me," Jill's mother said, moaning as though in pain. "You get me all hot and hungry for it. Fuck it, George. Fuck it or I'll go out of my mind." Her mountainous hips swung back and forth against the fingers which tooled her asshole.
"Ok, sweetheart," he told her moving in between her parted legs and positioning his cock. Jill watched enraptured, as the big, swaying cock slipped into the ravine.
"It's going to hurt a little," he warned, "this much meat stuck all at once in your virgin asshole is going to make you climb the walls."
"Do it! Jesus fucking Christ! Do it," she begged. Pausing before the half-enraged woman, George guided the long prick up to the prune-like sphincter muscle and gently worked the cock head into the opening. Jill could almost feel the prick as it entered her mother. Frantically she jammed two fingers into her cunny and stroked rapidly with long thrusting jabs. Juice leaked into her hand; good, frothy cunt juice that made her nostrils flare from its pungent odor.
"FEEL IT!!! GOD I CAN FEEL IT SQUIRM!!" screamed Agnes. Her body shook and quivered as the shaft probed her bunghole. It seemed to leap into her all at once like molten liquid burning a path up her ass channel. She gasped and heaved and shook and screamed while the shaft plunged into her flesh.
"Aaaahhhh!!!!" she groaned, her voice triumphant. George spread her ass cheeks open wide and pulled his wife down on his joy stick.
"Take a little more, baby," he coached. "Get it all inside." Jill stared in continuous fascination as the huge club pushed into the slot. She gasped with every flinching move of her mother's buttock. His cock was going in much easier than she had imagined. She wondered if her bunghole would take a dick so easily. The thought of a shaft sliding in and out of her channel inflamed her imagination, and she took out her excitement on her cunt. Faster and faster, in and out went her fingers. Her cunny burned white hot as the orgasm was not far behind.
"IN!! IN!! STICK IT IN!!" screamed Agnes. Her mother's hand grabbed the bed and she lunged her butt, screaming and shouting at her husband. George bear-hugged her middle and rode his shaft home, hunching her hole open with short, jabbing strokes. When the cock finally nestled in to the hilt, he rested, panting like a dog while Agnes cursed and grunted.
Jill watched the old man draw back his weapon and plunge it into her mother's asshole. She couldn't see the entry hole, but the way his prick slid in and out, she guessed it to be as big and soft as her cunt.
I want Daddy . . . right there between my ass cheeks .,.. God, it's an awful thing to say, but I do .. . I want his prick inside me, Jill thought. Her body trembled and shook uncontrollably as the orgasm built to a peak. The aroma of her cunt sputtering and spitting its juice excited her. Wildly, she yanked her hand from her cunt and plunged her dripping fingers into her mouth while stroking with the free hand. She alternated in a masturbating frenzy, hand fucking her cunt while sucking on her juice.
"Stick it in again! Again!! AGAIN!!!" screamed her mother feeling the thundering joy of the prick trapped inside her asshole. Her body screamed for satisfaction as she thrust and corkscrewed her hips against the stiffened phallus. She was good with her hips and could move them in so many, exotic ways. She hunched with short strokes, and pounded with long strokes, and twisted and swung and shuddered with combination strokes. The cock seemed to grow inside her. She felt it pulsate and buck like a baby kicking in the womb.
"Come you fucking prick!" she screamed at George. He responded with a groan that infuriated her. She pulled up her thighs and sat down on his cock, sucking the shaft into her hole.
Jill screamed at her mother's jerking action. At the same time she came on her fingers with a rush of cunt slime pouring into her hand. Suddenly, as if on cue, George's body jerked strongly. All his muscles seemed to tense and then she saw his white ass rise up lifting her mother in the air. Jill screamed again as the sparks of sexual passion ignited in her womb. George grunted loudly, oblivious to his daughter and began thrusting his prick in and out of his wife's spongy asshole.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful. Fuck me good.
Yessss!!!!" she screamed, as his cock glowed, as his cock glowed in her channel. "CUM!!!! CUM!!"
"Just what you want, bitch!" screamed George attacking his wife like a cowboy breaking in a horse. Their flesh slapped together sounding like fresh dough hitting the table. "Here's that good fucking! Fresh, hot cum just for you! Cum! Cum! CUM UP YOUR ASS!!!!"
George bucked his hips and timed his ejaculation so the prick was completely buried in the folds of his wife's asshole when he let go.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!" screamed Agnes as her asshole closed around his spurting cock. Hot semen rushed up her channel, surging into her breach and spreading out into the virgin flesh. She pumped her hips for the final jets of her husband's fluid then fell forward on the bed exhausted. Her asshole twitched spasmodically as it continued to milk the flaccid shaft buried within it.
Jill was exhausted from orgasming with her folks. Luckily they had not heard her burst out screaming or she would have been in real trouble. She stood up without thinking and stretched.
Down below her she heard the hedge rustle as someone scurried away. Jill looked incredulous; who could possibly be down in the backyard near the hedge? Suddenly she felt panic seize her. Had somebody been spying on her or her parents?
Her head swirled with hideous thoughts. Who would do such a thing. Quickly she gathered up her clothes and tip toed back across the roof.
"Oh, God that was good, George," she heard her mother say as she was leaving. "That was the best I've ever had."
"Yeah, well just clean off my cock, sweetie," her husband said with obvious enjoyment. "Lick all that wonderful shit off with your tongue and maybe we'll do this more often."
CHAPTER SIX
The train carrying the Vernon High School basketball team to the state finals moved slowly out of the station. The elegant passenger cars lurched and shook along making Al Sweeney slightly nauseated before settling down to even, rhythmic pace.
Trains were terribly outdated, but there was something romantic about the cars chugging along through small towns and vast, uncluttered spaces that made them fun to travel on.
Every year Vernon High School booked three passenger cars for the state basketball finals. Athletics were big and the team always managed to place high enough in the standings to warrant the expense. Besides the team which filled up all of one car, there were the cheerleaders, the school clubs, the old alumni, and half the teaching staff.
Sweeney went along because he liked the free trip down to the capitol. He was also known to be a good disciplinarian meaning the kids liked him enough to keep a semblance of order.
"You all know the rules," he said standing at the head of the passenger car. "No drinking in front of the teachers and no smoking pot in the lavatories." Sweeney discovered that the students obeyed him if he pretended to be one of them. So he laced his warnings with many references to pimple creams, marijuana, booze, cocaine-whatever teenagers deemed relevant to their lives. Secretly he didn't care if they all got stoned out and jumped off the train. He wanted the free trip and the train ride.
"No beating off either, uh?" yelled a voice from the back of the car. A chorus of jeering and catcalls followed the obscene remark, but Sweeney pretended not to hear it. He sat down in a thickly cushioned, high back seat and leafed through a golfing magazine. He thought about improving his short game for the upcoming spring tournament.
Five rows back sat Jill. Her mother had packed a lunch big enough to serve half a dozen hungry people. But she wasn't the least bit interested in food. Ever since that revealing night on the balcony, Jill had not been the same person. She was struggling with her conscious. For sex was always at the center of her thinking. She couldn't go a single minute without her imagination exploring some lurid, obscene act.
If only I hadn't seen them doing it, she thought. If only I had watched Daddy sticking his dick into her mother's hole. Her own cunt had been sticky and icky and smelly and gooey after fucking in the drive-in. And she wondered how her mother's bunghole felt after Vaseline. And the hot cum and the dick probing was anybody's guess. She knew that her parents' sex life was none of her business, but as their daughter she was not ready to accept them yet as just two human beings with normal sexual drives. They were different because they were her folks!
It can't feel that good! I just know it can't! If I had been any kind of daughter at all, I'd have made daddy take it out! I should have pulled him out of mother's crack before he could spill his cum seed in her. I SHOULD HA VE DONE SOMETHING!
But because she had done nothing, Jill felt cowardly. She had come along on the train because she was a cheerleader and did not want to let the squad down. In her heart, however, she did not share the joy and merriment that the others did.
She did not think of sex as the clean, healthy activity that had given her so many great moments of pleasure. The picture was cloudy where it had been crystal clear. There were things about sex which she didn't want to know about. Or at least that is what Jill told herself. For her cunt was continuously sensitive to every body movement. A steady stream of juice flowed from her mound, saturating her panties with a viscous film. She could smell her body's strong aroma even through the heavy colognes which she sprayed liberally between her legs. And now, to add to her problems, came the burning glow that lived within her bunghole. It raged in her butt channel like an eel in a coral reef, squirming and thrashing about ready to blossom in sudden savagery.
If only she had stopped her mother!!! Why hadn't she been born strong willed like her friend Betsy. Nothing seemed to bother Betsy. She was up and about lining up boyfriends for the three days that the team would be playing in the capitol. Jill knew she should be doing the same thing. It was pointless to sit around and mope. That never solved problems-especially the sexual variety.
When Betsy came back from the front car, bouncing and skipping about like a kid her first time at an amusement park, Jill decided to play along.
"Come on, let's go up front," Betsy said, grabbing Jill's arm. The girl's energy seemed to burst out at the seams. "I've got six different dates lined up for tournament."
"Braggart!" chided Jill. What was she going to do with six boys when the tournament lasted only three days? A sense of dread forced Jill to act more enthusiastic than she felt. Knowing, Betsy Man-son, you'll have all those boys all over you the first night and then spend the next two by yourself.
Betsy smiled impishly as if to let Jill in on a secret. Or did she? Jill's head was swimming in indecision. For all she knew, Betsy had no such intentions.
"Come on, amigo," she said. "I want to show you something." The two raced merrily down the aisle past Al Sweeney who looked up for an instant from his magazine. He lost interest quickly in his golf magazine as the painful throbbing in his crotch turned his thoughts- to other, more important things.
Where are those two silly nitwits going? he wondered. Though the parents of these kids traveling with the team assumed that part of the trip was devoted to some old fashion hell raising, Sweeney knew otherwise. The kids weren't content to drink a few beers and grab a little ass as their folks had done in the name of fun and adventure. Gang bangs and group gropes had replaced spin the bottle with the new generation. Sweeney smiled to himself and decided against following them to wherever the two young fillies were headed. There would be plenty of time for that later. He knew a little about both girls; not a great deal, but enough to be sure that under the right conditions they would be willing to try anything.
"Where are we going?" asked Jill. They had already gone by the second passenger car and were now back at the dining compartment which was strictly out of bounds for the traveling students.
Betsy said not a word until they reached the bar car. Most of the tables were empty except for one near the rear of the car. Two men were smoking and drinking beer. Betsy giggled out loud and led Jill towards her two male friends. Jill felt suspicious at first, then coming closer, her heart started pounding madly.
"Kevin, what are you doing here!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, like a stiff breeze clearing off a morning fog, her depression lifted. Jill felt very much alive.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kevin's eyes were bloodshot from the marijuana he'd smoked before boarding the train. Neither he nor Jeff had been granted permission to make the trip with the team. But there was no law against buying a ticket with his own money. His brain was addled by the drug. But he knew Sweeney would have a fit if he found the cheerleaders back with them in the bar car.
His balls tingled as he stared into Jill's astonished face. There were a lot of things he liked about her, but as the train rumpled on its way, he could think only of the fury warmth of her slot slipping down on his cock.
Kevin's natural shyness asserted itself every time his mind wandered into sex. Bent over the table so his face appeared to grow straight out of the table's edge, Kevin felt the words "I love you" form on the tip of his tongue. His mouth froze shut. He could not communicate through words and his hand went instinctively to the V in his trousers. The prick coiled inside his underwear was rock hard and the more he looked at Jill the harder and thicker it became.
Jeff, however, had no such problems when it came to girls. His shaft was rigid as wrought iron and he wanted to plunge it into some good, soft cunny as soon as possible.
"Oh, Jeff Sterling, this is a surprise," said Betsy, sitting down next to him. Jeff was known around school as a nice enough guy with a crazy wild streak that sometimes got him into trouble with the vice squad. Fortunately for him his father had piled up a large fortune in the construction industry and was able to bail his son out of trouble before the newspapers got wind of the story.
Rumor had it that Jeff's prick was over a foot long and though she seriously doubted that sort of locker room talk, Betsy wanted to see for herself. "Want a drink?" he asked Betsy, his eyes never leaving her. "Or maybe something else?" The ominous tone of his voice electrified the air. Jill's heart pounded again. Her face felt feverish Jill's heart pounded again. Her face felt feverish as if some sort of poisonous fluid was dancing about inside her skull. "Excuse, me," she said rising from the table. She felt Kevin's eyes burning into her as she walked uncertainly towards the women's bathroom. Her mind slipped to the edge of consciousness and then came back. The fever in her head became the fever in her cunt! Immediately Jill knew what had to be done to assuage the terrible disease that crippled her body. Inside the compartment, Jill quickly shimmied out of her slacks and panties and sat down on the commode propping her spread out legs against the wall. This sex thing is like a game, she thought. I need it, want it, have to have it; and nothing is going to stop me from feeling it and living it. She extracted a bone white dildo from her purse and gingerly felt the hard plastic head with her hand. It's a silly game, she realized. And yet a very important one for her. Just as little girls needed their little dolls, little Jill needed her big, white dildo.
She laughed out loud and for a moment she felt all right again. Then the hot itching sensation vibrated inside her juicy interior. She inserted the twelve inch device between the parted lips of her cunny and worked the head back and forth until it slid smoothly up her channel. When its length had filled her sex hole, Jill flicked the button to the "on" position. "Oooooooo!!!!!!"
The plastic cock jolted the creamy smooth coating of her slit. Her skin seemed reluctant to accept the artificial invader. Her cunt flesh stretched out and away from the dildo's pulsating warmth. But as the electronic message wiggled through her, a pleasing glow spread through.
Jill arched her hips against the mechanical penis. Her cunt muscles surrounded the device, holding it in place. She now had both hands free to slip under her blouse and work on the pink nipple ends.
"Oh, yess ... so good ... so very good." And it was good to her. To her enraged and troubled soul, the whirring plastic penis felt hot and powerful and exciting inside her quim. She flashed hot and cold against the relentless prick. Her mind swam in the deep waters of her sexual imagination. Her cunny was a ripe luscious orange just plucked from the tree. And the mechanical tool was a razor sharp knife peeling away the skin and slicing into the succulent fruit, gushing and dripping sweet nectar as the blade penetrated to the core.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
Her mound shook furiously against the vibrating dildo trapped inside her channel. She screamed again and pumped her hips back and forth to receive its invisible seed. Her tits blared their alarm of impending pleasure as she punished the dark red nipples with rapid nail flicking movements. She was happy and alive and full of pleasure as the violent sexual waves rolled, one after another.
"Yes! I'm there! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. Then she was coming. The orgasm arrived in all its exquisite pleasure. And her body jerked and humped to the strange sound of its music.
For several seconds Jill was lost within herself. She felt warm and happy once again as the sexual passion was exorcised. And only the incessant pounding on the bathroom door brought her around.
"Christ, Jill you all right?" said Betsy. Her voice came in like an echo off a stone canyon wall. Jill groggily pulled the dildo, now ripe with the smell of her cum, from her hole and stuck it back in her purse. She pulled up her Levi's and with great reluctance opened the door and let in her friend.
"What's going one," Betsy giggled, her playful voice revealing nothing. If she were aware of Jill's experimentation with the drug store dildo, Betsy was not letting on. Perhaps she didn't care. A secret smile spread across her lips. She pulled a marijuana joint from her purse. "Here, have some of this," she offered. "The boys are coming in right quick."
"What!" she nearly shouted. Betsy opened the door and let in Jeff and Kevin before quickly clicking it shut. The marijuana was bad enough and she didn't want the conductor coming around and finding the bathroom occupied by two cheerleaders. They might check my purse, she thought. Her whole world suddenly seemed on the verge of coming undone. They'll find it and smell it. Oh God!
"We're safe," said Betsy after a few minutes. She passed the joint over to Jeff who took two hits before sending it on to Kevin.
Safe or not, Jill wanted nothing to do with Betsy's impromptu party. Marijuana was a very potent sex drug and made boys do crazy things. She had all the sex she needed right in her handbag and she wanted nothing to do with these two boys, especially Kevin. She remembered their lovemaking at the drive-in theater when she had made a fool of herself by pouncing upon his erect penis. That would not happen again, she told herself. She was not going to let her sex drive force her to repeat the humiliating situations of the past. She would not end up in the same degrading way that her mother had, humping father's cock just to satisfy the body's primitive need for sex.
Jeff, however, was one step ahead of Jill.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you like weed?" He stared at her, his eyes roving over her voluptuous figure. She watched his eyes sweep over her breasts, down along her slim waist to the flared curve of her hips. Jill had many times experienced this uneasy feeling as men undressed her with their eyes. But never had she been mentally fucked as Jeff was now doing.
Her pulse quickened in their awkward silence. The air was thick with marijuana smoke and the sick-sweet smell of the hemp weed stung her nostrils.
Why is he doing this to me.. .. This is not right. He's all over me . . . His eyes are buried inside my hole as if following the path of the dildo!!
Jill wanted anxiously to get out. Her face turned red as a beet with embarrassment. Oh damn, she thought, I'm wet again. And she was. So wet that her panties stuck to her crotch like fly paper. The craven desires of lust enraged her and the recognition of these things made her head seethe with self-loathing and hatred.
It was not Jeff's fault that he admired her body and wanted to assault her sexually. No the problem was hers; she was the one who made normal, everyday men act in such crazy irresponsible ways. A switch inside her brain ignited the self destructive impulse.
Jill withdrew her hand from the door. A demon controlled her body, manipulating her movements, stimulating her senses like a puppeteer.
"Do it... do it," she told herself while the others watched her with the odd, glancing looks reserved for the emotionally disturbed. "Remember how good their hands feel on your tits. Yes, you do want that love stick jamming your cunny again, don't you? It's the only thing that assuages the animal pleasures. A big, thrusting, cum squirting, hard-on pumping home its message of brute delight into your crotch pie."
"Hey, this could be something," said Jeff, passing off the joint as it came around. He wanted to get high all right, but since Jill was already flying on a sex trip, he saw no reason not to jump aboard.
Reaching out and kissing her on the lips, he let his hand brush against the inside of her thigh. Even through the heavy Levi material, he could feel her feminine heat. Her titties pressed against his chest like soft, ripe fruit. The mood of discontent rapidly lifted from her tormented face. And for the first time she actually smiled.
"Hey, you're some tomato, ya know that," he ventured. He kissed her again, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. It lay there for an instant and then her mouth exploded and her tongue came wiggling out of nowhere to jam his mouth.
The words came to her mind in wild bursts that she could not control.
"Yes, I want you ... I want you fucking my cunny ... and right this very minute ... BOTH OF YOU!" she groaned.
"Gang banging, that's the only way," said Jeff. "I told you this would be a fun trip, Kevin. Come on, let's stick it in her. Don't dare keep the young girl waiting." He giggled hysterically, his wretched mind whirling drunkenly from the potent weed.
Kevin was at a loss for words.
Animals, she thought. That's all men are at heart. Sex starved animals who wanted to shove their pricks into her pleasure holes.
She flinched with anxiety. Jeff stood only inches away, his hand massaging the soft flesh of her hip. His hot breath reeked of marijuana and beer. Jeff closed the remaining distance that kept them apart. Oh, dear God, what am I doing? she thought, closing her eyes. Their bodies joined by invisible bonds. The ends of her titties pushed through the fabric of her shirt and into Jeff's chest. His thighs had found the soft, heavenly triangle of her womanhood as the bulge of his cock rested squarely against the mound of her cunt.
Jeff was content to press against her for the time being. Her body shivered with fear under his weight. He loved seeing women scared half out of their mind and he considered pulling the belt out of his pant loops and giving her a quick whipping. She was afraid of him, so afraid that she would do anything he asked as long as he kept up the attack. He felt the eyes of Betsy and Kevin staring him in the back waiting for the next move. Jill was also staring at him. Her eyes flickered as they searched his face, saying in effect, "give me the good fucking that I deserve."
And that's just what you're going to get, sweetheart, his eyes shot back at her. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock. Jill sucked in her breath as the prick leaped out at her. She gripped the walls with her fingernails and averted her eyes. It was a huge cock, every bit as large as rumored. It was a good twelve inches long, with a thick shaft that curved so the wedge-shaped head pointed upward. Her cunt squirted out more lubricant and Jill responded to her body's instinct by spreading her thighs wider apart.
Christ, his prick is going to hurt my hole! she thought. She imagined the sensation of his cock rooting around inside the folds of her cunt. All she could think of was a child strangling on an ice cream cone. His hands came up and unsnapped her Levi's. Oh, I don't want his cock, she cried out silently as her pants fell to the ground. Her panties came next and Jill, protesting to herself, stepped out of them. He moved on her suddenly, forcing the banana dick in between her legs, the hard shaft rubbing the nub of her clitoris.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!" He rubbed the cock shaft along the groove of her opening, wetting the veiny skin down with her sex lubricant. His hands found their way through her blouse and around the soft globes of her breasts. She was soft and deliciously wet around his shaft, and though she refused to look at him, Jeff knew she was enjoying it as much as he was.
There was not much she could do. The old fires rekindled their warmth inside her pussy as her flesh once again begged for the thrust of a male penis. She moaned softly in Jeff's ear as his hands met at the spinal groove of her back and slid down until they cupped her ass cheeks. She wanted him everywhere at once: his cock in her cunt, his tongue in her mouth and his fingers up her asshole. Her body craved penetration. She flexed her legs and wished something solid was in her slot right this instant! Her cunt was an untended itch within her soul and only a stiff prick could quell the ache with a good, fast scratch!
"Hurry . .. please ... do it to me.. . .give me your prick," she babbled, unaware of what she was saying.
Jeff was not sure where he wanted to fuck the girl. He loved the feeling of her wet groove against his tool and he liked the wiggle of her ass cheeks. His finger crept into her bunghole channel. She groaned while he penetrated the tight ring of asshole muscles. He wanted to butt fuck her, but not just yet. Not when her soft pussy lapped at his dick. First things first, he thought. Using her ass cheeks as handles, Jeff lifted Jill off the ground and positioned his cock under her leaking crotch. Gently he returned her to the ground, his prick parting her cunt lips like a high diver neatly cutting the water's surface.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Jill moaned as he slid into her channel with a soft, sucking sound. He was inside her all the way, and her muscles gripped the shaft tightly, holding the invading prick in place.
"That's wonderful, baby," he told her. "Your velvet cunt fits my cock like a glove." Again he held Jill by her cheeks while he withdrew his member from her greased channel, then forced it back inside her cunt warmth with a sudden bucking of his hips.
"Ooooohhhh!!!!" Jill had never had her cunt stroked against a prick. It was as if she were fucking the cock; as if the living, pulsating thing steeped inside her honey pot was making her work for her pleasure. It felt wonderful, she thought. Her feelings of disgust and self loathing were forgotten. The prick was holding her in rapt attention. Flexing her thighs, Jill jerked away and the thick shaft sucked at her pleasure void as her love channel fought to keep the throbbing stick inside her. Slowly she pulled herself away, enjoying every moment. Pleasure waves rippled from her twat. When she had raised herself up to the cock head, Jill hesitated. The wedge shaped cock pushed against her excited labia and her sweet pussy nectar dripped down around his stem. Oh, how she loved his monster prick inside her, she thought. How enjoyable it would be to surrender herself to his savage fury. But not just yet. Jill bunched her butt muscles and dropped the invading penis.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she screamed. The cock jumped to life inside her hole. She felt it jam her pussy like a sword thrust into its scabbard. She closed her eyes and let the glowing warmth spread through her belly.
Jeff could barely control his pent up excitement. Kneeling before the parted thighs of this wanton girl, his dick jammed nicely up her hole, sent his mind blazing. His passion drained from every cell in his body. His semen oozed through his dilated prick hole into her pleasure void. The gentle rocking of the train matched their love strokes, or so it appeared. The entire train was geared to in and out rhythm of their fucking. His powerfully built body seemed too small for the tingling enjoyment he felt. His unbalanced mind teemed with daring thoughts. He wanted to plunge his prick into her every orifice. How exciting that would get to thrust his tool inside her mouth and feel her spit surround his burning flesh. Or to drive his cock into her ass jelly, the hot, pungent lubricant of her bunghole sucking him up her sacred channel.
Frothy semen churned in his nut sack. This cunt was not going to forget him, he thought. He drew back his hips and rammed Jill's cunny. Her flesh gave into his as his sex thundered into her groove.
"Aaaaiiiieee" she screamed. "Keep sticking my cunt!" And to counter point the urgency, Jill corkscrewed her hips, grinding her sex flower against his manhood. Her mouth was dry and her nostrils flared. The pungent smell of lovemaking filled the tiny compartment. Her lubricant took on a wild, earthy odor, like that of an animal. She loved the smell of her own body. It was a glorious scent that made the adrenaline flow faster, and its dark, rich odor held its own feminine mysteries.
She was aware of the musk like smell which she called womb breath for it always preceded her orgasm. It never ceased to dribble out of her love channel just before the muscles shook themselves into a frenzy.
"Hurry! Do it to me! Do it to me now!" she begged. The pounding of his cock was unbearable. Gathering the remnants of her strength, Jill piston-stroked her hips up and down his shaft.
"Aha!" bubbled Jeff. "Not so fast." Cum boiled in his nut sack, thick as paste. But there was one last thing he wanted to do before shooting his load.
"Kevin!" he commanded. "Fuck her mouth! We're going to get off together."
Jill turned towards Kevin. In her sexual excitement, she had forgotten about him. Now he approached, his cock waving out in front of him like a battering ram. She could not look at his face. Her eyes zoomed in on, the sausage like projectile, the wedge shaped penis face returning her stare with its dilated, black eye.
Oh, don't stick his cock inside my mouth! Jill thought. It was such a lascivious thing to do to her. Her old boy friend forcing her to commit to sexual acts at once. It would have been bad enough for him to be ramming it into my cunny. He must think I'm a terrible tramp to be baring my mouth to his penis. I shouldn't do this. I should scream or push him away. Do something! I know this is wrong and that I'll be punished for doing it.
The surge of Jeff's prick brought her around. He fucked her with fast, jerking thrusts that spread open her pussy lips. Her cunt felt like an overripe orange and Jeff was carefully tearing away the rind so as to reveal the dripping, sweet fruit underneath. Her twat had been pounded into a mush. An oozing sore that ran with pus and slime.
Instinct replaced judgment. She saw the prick and lunged for it, taking the shaft into her mouth. The skin tasted dry and she licked the shaft with generous gobs of spit. She loved the taste of penis meat. She could lick and suck and nibble, and kiss and blow the hardened shaft and it would never grow mushy and soft like her cunt. Kevin humped her face with short, quick thrusts. She could tell he was nervous and perhaps afraid that he would not be able to ejaculate in time.
The sensation of two cocks driving into her at the same time was terribly exciting. Jill grabbed hold of Kevin's ass cheeks and steadied his humping. She guided him in and out so his shaft received the full benefit of her sucking lips.
Kevin held her face steady while he thrust. He bucked his hips so the shaft darted straight out then turned upward in her mouth.
This is for you, sweetheart, he told himself. The surprising warmth of her mouth heated his cock. He felt her squirm under his relaxed stroking and this only excited him more. This was a hundred times better than a blow job. He was actually forcing his dick into her mouth, making her take it in and swirl the bulging head with her hot spit. He loved the way her face bobbed back and forth, up and down while he entered her. And the sensation in his nuts was something else. They throbbed and ached and demanded release. The boiling semen churned inside his nut sack like hot, melted butter and then suddenly his precious fluid was flowing to the base of his penis. Kevin was surprised, he was going to cum after all!
Jeff, as if by signal, was also ready. "Come on, baby, this is it! My juice is here!" he screamed. His hips jackhammered her cunt, forcing prick meat to the deepest recesses of her womb. Jill drifted off into a dream, the two pricks played tug of war with her body. Her sacred womb juice spurted everywhere as her flesh was penetrated again and again by the two male spears.
Her body trembled with anticipation. She knew her orgasm was close. It thundered in her cunt and in her mouth. Her organs constricted as the pleasure from her sexing seeped into her nervous system, ready to overcharge her fragile circuits with jolts of electricity.
Oh, yes, God, please! Wash me with your cum. Spray my cunt and my face with your sticky, white paste! Jill's flesh throbbed and ached. Every atom of her body screamed out for sexual release. The brute force of the male cocks overwhelmed her. She wanted to eat and lick and suck and gulp and fuck their juice until it released her from the bounds of womanhood.
"Cumming! Jesus Christ, look at that! I'm cumming right now," rejoiced Kevin. His discharge had trickled into the prick head. He felt the ugly head rear back and spit its sticky load down her throat. Her mouth clamped on to the shaft. "That's right! Milk it, baby!" he screamed. "Milk my cock!"
And while his cum dampened the fires inside her stomach, Jill felt a second fiery explosion between her legs. The mushy cunt lips surrounded the trapped penis and clamped down.
"Aaaiiieee!!" said Jeff, his prick lodged in the middle of her sex furnace. "Cumming!!" The semen shot from his prick gun into her flesh. Fitfully at first, then with greater intensity, Jill pistoned her hips dragging the spurting shaft against her channel walls. She was convulsed with the sudden combination of pain and ecstasy that she hadn't known was possible.
"AAAAHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOD!" her mind screamed out. Jet after jet of foaming cum filled her mouth and her cunt. Her feelings of self loathing passed. The pleasures of sex erased any lingering guilt she might have had. The warm glow of cock cream spread through her, cleaning her mind like a psychic sponge.
She could not tell where the prick climaxing in her mouth ended and where the prick in her cunt began. For both seemed joined into one unbroken train, a steady rhythm battering her body.
Her insides filled with jism. And then she felt Jeff's cock softening and slipping out of her cunt. Her legs buckled underneath and she fell to the floor. Kevin had finished his climax, but he kept his member inside her mouth until the very last minute. Jill opened her eyes in time to see the penis retreat from her face. The prick flopped out, but a single strain of cum still cemented his prick with her parted lips.
She slowly slumped down to the floor and stared with open, disbelieving eyes up at the compartment ceiling. The whole room seemed to swirl in soft, rotating light. And then and only then did her face break out into a smile reflecting the relief and inner pleasure she felt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sweeney wondered about Jill and her friend Betsy. He turned his attention to the sporting magazine and thought of the slim waisted cheerleader.
It was not his habit to lose track of people on a trip. But things were so bungled that he had done just that. The chartered buses arrived late and between arguing with the drivers and worrying about the hotel reservations, he had forgotten about the two cheerleaders. Sweat poured from his forehead. Christ, he thought, why do these things happen to me? Letting a pretty young thing like Jill Watson out of his sight was one mistake his colleges would never forgive him for. It was no secret that half the science department wanted in her pants. And their jealously would push them to new heights of sardonic fun.
He remembered their exchange in biology class. In his confused state he had trouble remembering exactly what they had said. Was it not on mating instincts and how they vary in animal species. That was it, the Gibbet cat. How could he forget, the two of them arguing the merits of an obscure cat that fucks hundreds of mates when she comes into heat. His cock had straightened out stiff as a tire iron. It was sad that human beings did not follow the instinctive life patterns set down by other animals. He agreed with his colleges on at least one point. Sinking his cock into the soft folds of Jill Watson's pussy was a beautiful fantasy!
His mind raced with excitement. He imagined how her cunt must look: the thick labia parted open and juice oozing from the slit into the curly locks of pubic hair. There were many things he could do with that alluring bush; techniques that he had learned in the most expensive brothels in the Far East. Things that young American girls never dreamed possible!
His mind wandered back to the days of Vietnam and Thailand. Tiny, slim-hipped women no older looking than prepubescent girls paraded before him. He had loved those little nymphets whose tiny slots clamped their magic warmth around his barbarian cock.
Those had been good days, he thought. Quickly he focused his attention back on the present. The hotel lobby was almost deserted. The third floor was rented out for the basketball teams and the fourth floor was reserved for cheerleaders, alumni and friends. The ancient clock above the lobby desk ticked off the remaining minutes before ten o'clock. The girls had to be found soon.
He walked over to the hotel clerk, a tired looking man with hanging jowls and watery eyes, and was about to ask him to call up the police when Jill and Betsy walked in through the revolving door.
"Hi, Mr. Sweeney," said Betsy, her voice dripping with sweet innocence. Betsy walked with a suggestive rolling motion to her hips. That was something Sweeney liked. Betsy seemed her alive bouncy self while Jill looked haggard and in need of sleep. Her blouse was pulled out of her Levi's and the hard points of her breasts stuck out suggestively through the flimsy material.
Sweeney's cock went hard again. He pictured himself sticking his hands underneath the blouse and playing with her tits. He smiled and licked his lips. This was not the time to think of sex, at least not with Jill.
'The last bus arrived twenty minutes ago," he said. "I'm not going to ask where you've been. Your room is 402. And don't let this happen again."
"I'm sorry," said Jill. "We'll go right to the room." Without further conversation the two girls walked to the elevator. Sweeney watched them leave. Breathing deeply to relieve the knot of tension inside his chest, Sweeney returned to the night clerk.
"Is Benny still with the hotel?" he asked. The clerk's distant blue eyes focused in Sweeney with aroused interest. The biologist paused for dramatic effect, then asked again laying two ten dollar bills on the counter.
"I can find him for ya," said the clerk smiling.
In the privacy of their tiny hotel room, Betsy slipped out of her clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Jill in the bedroom, alone with her thoughts.
What is happening, she asked herself. Why am I doing these crazy things with my body? She rolled on her back and unbuttoned her blouse. She looked at her breasts which flattened against her chest like soft water balloons. I didn't want sex on the train with Jeff, she told herself. Her finger meanwhile toyed with the stiff nipple points. The sensation excited her and her abdomen muscles tightened up as if anticipating more sex. I must be a slut to do such awful things with my body! she said to herself. Sex with two men at the same time. And in front of Betsy. She must think I'm a real tramp for doing such a thing!
Jill stroked her nipples harder. A small lather was whipping up in her cunt. And the familiar pangs of sexual longing were stirring within her womb. She traced the sinewy outlines of her body down along the flat hollows of her stomach and into the magical space between her legs.
It occurred to her that sex was not something to be turned on or off at will. It was a continuous, unrelenting drive that pushed her along, forcing her to perform outrageous acts. She could not control sex, it controlled her.
A loud knocking at the door brought Jill back to her senses and she hurriedly adjusted her blouse and jumped up from the bed and opened the door. A man dressed in a faded maroon suit stood at the other side. He was an older man and when he looked up she could see his years had been hard ones. His hair slicked back with pomade, brown eyes appeared to cross over and his jagged smile exposed rotting teeth, all sign of moral and physical decay.
"I'm your bell boy," he said unctuously. "I missed you in the lobby."
His watery eyes seemed to stare straight at the points of her breasts. They followed the contours of her body. My, God, she thought, he's undressing me. She shuttered at the thought of this horribly ugly man suddenly wrestling her to the bed and plunging his cock into her sex mound. A shiver of fear rippled through her and added to the sexual excitement she had experienced on the bed only moments before. Her heart pumped furiously. The fetid jungle between her legs came alive. I'm wet! she thought. I'm wetting right through my panties. Oh, how sick and twisted I am. This is awful. I can't let it go on.
The bell boy looked up into her troubled face. If his eyes had been exploring the hidden recesses of her womanhood, his blank expression did not give him away.
"I'm always at your service," he said. The little man stood only inches from her, his eyes at breast level. Suddenly he stepped forward, cutting the distance in half. "Just give me a ring, Miss."
No, don't, she screamed inwardly. She felt weak and helpless, unable to defend herself. "Please! Don't put that thing in me. She had heard somewhere that little men had abnormally large pricks. The idea of him between her thighs repulsed her. Her head was spinning "Don't fuck ... Don't fuck my cunt . .. my asshole . . . my mouth!"
"Miss?" he inquired.
For an awful moment, Jill thought that the words had somehow blurted out of her mouth. She found it increasingly difficult to distinguish what she was thinking and what was actually taking place in the real world.
"I-I-I said thank you," she stammered. "We'll call if we need anything." She watched the little man smile and with an officious nod of servitude gripped the brass door knob with his gnarled hand and quietly closed the door after him. Jill stood trembling, her eyes staring vacantly straight ahead. Her skin gleamed in the artificial light. She felt the sweat trickling through the soft hair covering her pussy, teasing her like a feather tickling her underarm.
"Who was that?" asked Betsy appearing from the shower. Her body had a pinkish glow from the hot, soapy shower. Jill turned towards her friend who was busy rubbing the water beads from her body.
"The bell boy," she answered. Suddenly her body screamed openly for the sex that the little man had promised her with his penetrating stare. The roar of unfilled passion seared her flesh. She thought of the dildo, its uncleansed surface emitting cunt smells within her purse. And she thought of Jeff's plunging cock and the luxurious sensation of her own sweat exploding from her skin as the ecstasy rushed over her. And she thought of Kevin waiting patiently in the background waiting his turn to fill her mouth with his prick.
The vile, little man had made her wild for sex! That he was old and misshapen and sexually depraved did not matter. He had a penis. And to her that was all that mattered!
CHAPTER NINE
Kevin stood in the -empty station as the train pulled away into the night. A fierce wind kicked at his heels as he walked. His mind felt ravaged by the booze and the marijuana while blasts of cold air chilled his body.
He could not keep his mind off Jill. His tumultuous mind repeated the frankly revealing episode inside the washroom compartment, in a endless procession of vivid images. Seeing her squirming on Jeff's cock made him feel guilty.
Unlike Jeff who saw sex as a violent and lurid act, he saw it as a beautiful expression of his love. Yet her temptation had proved too much. He could still feel her smoldering eyes upon him and the helpless, pleading expression on her face. He had relented to his animal instinct by whipping his cock out and thrusting into her mouth he saw how badly her lust-driven body hungered for the pounding of his manhood. He still felt her lips slurping up and down his shaft. Just as he could not forget the tremulous sensation in his balls as his cum leaped from his cock into the sucking void of her mouth.
As he pulled his coat tight against the chilling cold, Kevin promised himself that somehow he would make it up to Jill. They were joined together, if by nothing else, by the sharing of their sex. He genuinely liked the girl, maybe loved her.
"Quit crying in your beer, Kevin," said Jeff. They were walking down the street and Jeff had a bottle of wine which he drank in great gulps. Kevin took a few swigs himself. It made his misery go away.
It was impossible to sneak into the tightly guarded hotel and see the girls. But Jeff knew the capitol well from previous trips. There were other places to go.
"You got any money?" asked Jeff, hailing a cab. The yellow Chevy wheeled a U turn and they got in.
"Going through the rumpled bills in his wallet, Kevin counted twenty-five dollars.
"I've got $500," Jeff said. "Here you take two hundred. I got it off the old man. You'll need it where we're going."
Kevin took the money and placed half in his wallet and half in his front pocket. It was more cash than he's ever seen before, but the wine was doing strange things to his head and he gave it no thought. His cock was already rock hard and he wanted to have some more fun.
The front of the Tick Tock club was nothing out of the ordinary except for the flashing neon sign which boldly proclaimed "Oldest Saloon In Town". Kevin was too young to drink, but the bouncer at the door took a twenty from Jeff and the two walked in. Inside the dim lights outlined the long bar at the far end of the room and the half dozen round tables spaced along the floor. Kevin stuck his hands into his pockets and followed Jeff who sauntered through the bar.
"You're gonna like this place," said Jeff. "It's a cat house."
Kevin looked incredulous. He had never set foot inside a whore house before and he was uncertain how to act.
"I lifted the address from a salesman my father knows," said Jeff. Turning his back to the bartender, Jeff watched a comely young women approach. "These chicks are really unusual for hookers."
Kevin watched the girls. The warmth from his prick was a constant reminder of what he had done. The act of his hips, the strained muscles at the base of his cock were indicators of his spent passion.
The bar had suddenly come to life. What had been calm only moments before was now noisy with bar patrons as they came through the door. It was like a neighborhood bar, he thought, after a baseball game. Without the hookers of course.
"I'm Jill," said the girl. Kevin stared in disbelief. This beautiful, dark-haired girl with the hour glass figure looked remarkably like the Jill he had left slumped down in the train compartment. Still, there was a distinct difference, her breasts were smaller and the face burned with a glowing intensity.
"I'm new around here," said Kevin. Jill walked next to him and leaned her thigh inside the V of his legs. His cock flickered at the delicious warmth of crotch nestling against him. She seemed ready to wiggle out of her tight fitting slacks and hump up against his penis. He felt trapped by an invisible warmth that emanated from the front of her tight fitting slacks.
"You remind me of a girl I know," he said. "And her name is Jill."
The girl tugged at her dress seductively. There was something different about this blonde-haired kid with the sad face. She liked him, at least he was different from the usual crowd of overpaid, overloud salesmen.
It was early and she could have her pick of the crowd, but she wanted him, the boy. It really didn't make any difference because she had more than enough information for her book. Three weeks laying on a bed while strange men fucked her body seemed like an eternity. Her psychology professors had warned Jill about getting too close to the subject, but she was driven on by her dedication to truth and a boundless curiosity.
And there was something else which she had difficulty putting her finger on. The endless demands for sexual pleasure had made stirring changes in her own body. Her whole body had been turned into a pleasure machine. She'd developed extraordinary powers. By gorging her body on sex, Jill had learned through a steady stream of couplings, how to satisfy a man's needs.
"Hey bartender," a voice called out. Kevin moved unsteadily as a small man dressed in a faded maroon blazer banged his hand against the bar. "I need some girls for the hotel."
"Not Benny," she said, the shrunken man turning at the sound of her voice.
"You first," he ordered. Kevin watched as he slid an arm in between her thighs. "I got a guy that wants your talents."
Before Jill could pull the little man away, Kevin had jerked him up by the lapels so his feet dangled in mid-air.
"She's with me." he said coarsely. "Touch her again and your fucking head comes off at the neck. Now fuck off!" Kevin was not the violent type, but he took pleasure in watching the nasty little man hit the floor and scurry off.
"I'll get even," he snapped, disappearing into the crowd.
Jill's legs seemed to buckle under her. Everything had happened so fast, that for a moment it seemed the little man had appeared out of a bad dream. But Jill had not forgotten the reason for her standing at the bar offering her undeniable charms to the blonde haired stranger. Her cunt felt loose and empty, as if her insides could slip down through her pussy lips out in the cool night air.
She watched Kevin pull a wad of bills from his pocket and plunk down the cash. The bartender picked up the money and Kevin turned unsteadily towards Jill who led him to a door in the back of the room.
"Hey, this isn't bad," said Kevin, snapping on the room lights. The hundred dollars seemed expensive, but the room reflected the opulence and grandeur of an expensive hotel suite. The room was as big as the bar was small. Soft multi-colored lights cast and eerie glow through gossamer drapes that shielded a huge, symmetrical bed. Along side the bed was a Roman bath which smelled of scented water and bubble bath soap.
Jill parted the curtains and stood inside the bed chamber, her feminine charms acting like a magnet to Kevin's hungry passion. Kevin was overawed by his surroundings. But there was no denying the stirring in his crotch or the hardness of his cock shaft. Jill appeared to him like a phantom, her beauty highlighted by the gossamer curtains which surrounded them like a dream. Now there were two Jills in his life and to his mind, they were rapidly merging into the same person.
"I think I love you," he said, clutching the buxom beauty to his chest. Without shame or hesitation, Kevin began tearing her clothes off, shredding the expensive, low cut dress into pieces.
"Stop!" screamed Jill. For the first time she felt afraid as a working prostitute. She also was wildly excited! Her heart-shaped cunt pulsated with energy. Though she was playing the part of a prostitute, Jill had gotten very good in the role, using her body to please others and not herself. But Kevin seemed to awaken the cries of her womanhood. She was being raped and her instinct was to cry out. Do something!
What Jill did was reciprocate her lover's urgency. Her fingers found the buttons to his shirt and then, after the garment lay beside the bed, the zipper to his pants. The soft mounds of her breasts disappeared into his hungry mouth, the wet tongue sending hot flashes through the nipple points.
"Ahhhh! Do it good!" she encouraged him. How good it felt, she thought, to have a man for once. A lover that knew how to turn her on! While he sucked her into frantic state, Jill slipped her hand inside his crotch. The penis lay against her hand and she hungrily sought out his nuts, rolling the tender globes between her fingers.
"That's wonderful," Kevin ejaculated. His cock was swollen until it threatened to explode. He wanted to fuck her everywhere at once, in the mouth, the cunt, up her asshole. It made him hot to think such secret things and with the girl squirming and fishing her body around him, he was even hotter!
Roughly he caught her legs and lifted them up. He jammed two fingers down her cunt and stroked them in and out of her wet labia.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Suddenly she was aware that the firm prick she was so fondly striking was going to be thrust into her cunt.
His fingers darted into quim, working up a good bath of cunt juice. She fell back against the soft mattress and gently humped her hips in rhythm to his thrusting hand. For an instant, her button-tight cunt resisted his probing. Then the flower shaped twat opened its petals and her pleasure hole revealed its hidden treasures.
"I'm coming in, sweetheart," screamed Kevin. Suddenly he lunged forward and his cock rammed her excited cunny and drove down her love channel until she was crammed to the hilt. The cock seemed to swallow up her sex and his prick had jammed her slit so swiftly that the breath was sucked right out of her lungs.
"WHAAA!!!" she gasped. The giant invader pulled out from her cunny, slowly, deliberately. The cunt walls collapsed around his retreating cock. Her belly shook and jerked spasmodically.
"In! Coming In!" he bellowed. Again his bludgeon tunneled into her love slot, slipping through the bristling thatch of pubic hair through the stretched cunt lips and into the wet, sucking flesh of her channel.
Kevin groaned with delight. Her cunt was not worn out. The tender inside was hot and steamy, it was like thrusting his dick into mashed potatoes. The harder he lunged the more responsive was her fuck tube, gripping hold of his excited shaft, sucking off his creamy white come. He drove his hips in and out of her snatch, impaling her on every down stroke with the stiffness of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. "Give it to me good and hot. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Fill my cunt with your sex."
It was the best sex she could remember, and it reminded her of making love to music. She was the instrument and Kevin was hitting all the right notes. She raised her legs up over her head so Kevin sunk deeper, down to the very depths of her womb. In and out. Up and down went the rhythmic movements of their sexing.
But every musical composition must end. And Jill was reaching a crescendo. Her cunt, so loose and juicy, tightened up into a knot. She felt Kevin pounding away, his prick stiffening as the frantic rubbing of soft female flesh gradually wore down his masculine harness.
"Hurrrryyyy!!!" she screamed out, digging her nails into his back. Her cunt licked and sucked at his member and a strange sensation occurred in her anus. Even her mouth quivered as they neared their climax.
She wanted his dick in every hole. Saliva poured from her mouth and her hot cunt gushed its wet, message of joy. Jill would not be happy until she felt that stiff prick in every orifice of her body!
"Come!!! YESSS!" she screamed, the throbbing of her cunt turning to white hot flashes. Her crotch bucked and kicked as if wired to an electric circuit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her lungs heaved with delight as the fuck fever consumed her flesh, sending orgasmic sparks jolting through her nerve chain.
Kevin was not aware of her climax until her cunt collapsed around his cock, fitting his member like a fur glove. His throbbing balls boiled with renewed vigor. The white, frothy fluid reluctantly left his nut sack and traveled the distance up his shaft.
"CUMMING!!!" he shouted. "FUCKING RIGHT THIS SECOND!" The odor of her climaxing cunt greeted his nostrils. He could smell the hot juices of her anus and for the second time he wonder half aloud what it would be like to stick his prick up her tight little hole. His balls worked up a trace of come as he glued himself against the girl's pressing, shuddering body. He drilled down, looking for the core of her being. With a final lunge of his hips, Kevin buried his pulsating club into the soft, squishy mound and screamed out as the hot, sticky fluid exploded form the bulging tip of his cock.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" he said digging his fingers into the girl's bucking ass as his fluid filled her constricted fuck tube. He was in heaven.
Outside the cold wind blew bitterly, cutting through warm clothing like an invisible knife. Scurrying from the Tick Tock club, Benny clutched his thread bare uniform coat around himself. The hotel was only four blocks away, but it seemed like four miles to the slow-footed bell boy.
But weather was the least of his problems. The punk kid in the club had cost him a valuable client, and maybe the whole shooting match. He pushed through the hotel's revolving door and giving a knowing nod to the desk man stepped into the elevator and rode to the fourth floor. His pride was injured and topping it off, the girl had made a fool of him. Savage fury pounded his brain, but there was very little he could do. The elevator doors parted and Benny walked down the hallway to the last room on the right and knocked softly.
"Yes?" Opening the doors his eyes brightened as he spotted Benny, but only for a second, for the forlorn look told him the bad news.
"Maybe, tomorrow, Mr. Sweeney." he apologized.
"Christ, man!" Sweeney bellowed. "I can get a piece of ass anywhere. I got you because I need... a special girl."
Benny wanted to kick himself and then he thought of the kid who had ruined his evening, not to mention his reputation and his blood shot to the boiling point.
"The team will be here for three days," reminded Benny. "Tomorrow I promise you, the girl will be here. And she'll more than make up for the inconvenience."
"She'd better!" Sweeney slammed the door in his face.
Benny cursed his bad luck and hurried back to the elevator to figure out what he was going to do. His procurement list contained half a dozen names of men wanting girls. And though finding just any girl was no problem, these men wanted something out of the ordinary. No "Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma'am" routine was going to satisfy them. Or earn him his hefty commission. If only he'd had time to get Jill. His mind was working in strange, mysterious ways. She was new at the Tick Tock, but she must be one hell of a woman to have her reputation spread so quickly. Anyway, she was the girl and he had to think of a way to get her.
The elevators door again parted and Benny stepped in. He had a black book that might help, he thought. He knew of other girls who would do almost anything for money. And then his curious mind turned to the crazy girl on the floor that he had met only a few hours earlier. Jill Watson, wasn't that her name? She was an eyeful all right. With nice jugs and hips that wouldn't quit.
Pretty girls were a dime a dozen. What had caught his eye was that strange chemistry that some women radiate which only men like himself fully recognized. It was ironic that these two girls shared the same name. Benny stroked his pointed chin and ruminated. Perhaps he could think of a way to use the girl on the fourth floor. He was almost certain that with a little inducement, she was capable, even willing to try anything once.
He smiled broadly. Nature had been unkind to him. His shriveled, wasted body, had played cruel tricks on him.
Man snubbed the outcasts in his specie, and Benny's ugliness had forced him to the twilight zone, the gray area where the misfortunate grouped and tried to live out their humble, unimportant lives. But his instinct had never betrayed him. It was the beacon casting light in the fog, the weather vane that always pointed true. An instinct told him to search out the girl.
When Kevin opened his eyes his body was immersed in a bathtub full of soap suds. At the other end of the tub, which was a full ten feet in length, sat Jill cleaning his toes with a washcloth.
"Passed out," he said in way of an excuse. The warm water felt good all over. Pulsating currents rippled around his thighs reviving his tired flesh with short jets of water. His limp cock swayed back and forth in the foaming water.
"This bath had water spouts sunk in the bottom," said Jill. To the side along the counter was a raised valve which she turned. A soothing jet of water sprayed up her butt.
"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. "That's good." Only minutes had passed since their torrid lovemaking. But Jill felt the mood returning. Her sex hole felt the angry thrust of his pole probing the sacred recesses of her womb. She wanted more. The bath was a good way to relax before they returned to the bed for more sex.
For a long time they lay back in the soapy water staring at each other. Her hand could not resist searching through the foam to find his thigh which she caressed and kneaded with tender strokes.
"You want more?" Kevin found it difficult to talk. He had fucked Jill as hard as he'd ever fucked a woman. And she wanted more.
And what surprised him was he did too. The sexing, the booze and the hot bubble bath had exhausted him, yet his cock rose up breaking the water's surface like a swimming seal.
Wordlessly he spread his thighs as an invitation and let Jill crawl up on his rigid cock. She submerged and wrapped her lips around his cock shaft. Her fingers crawled up along his thighs, tracing amorphic designs across his skin, until the tips of her fingers ended at this crotch.
She sucked and sucked on his sex pole until her lungs ran out of air. Her head exploded to the foaming surface like a whale sounding from the Artie depths.
The tension was gone and she felt her cunt start to unclamp and the warm, sudsy water seep into her channel. She kicked her legs out and let the bath wash her cunt out. Suddenly she felt Kevin. He had risen quietly and his powerful body poised above her, a wild gleam filling his startling blue eyes.
"I want you, Jill," he said. "I need you and want to make love to you all night."
As if to show his earnest intention. He caressed the wet fur patch of her crotch with long, studied strokes and then slipped a finger gently inside her anus.
"Oooooo!!" she cried out. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Kevin had no idea what he was doing. Never had his sexual desires been directed at the tight hole sitting below the cunt slit. But it seemed the most natural thing in the world to finger Jill's butt. His finger slid in nice and easy and though the walls of her butt tube were tight, they were not too tight to stick his prick into.
Jill reclined in the tub water, raising up her anus. The finger struck sparks as it went in and out, widening the ring of muscles while stimulating her virgin ass flesh.
Surrounded in foaming water, Jill's body lifted from the tub. She closed her eyes to the indifferent world and let the glowing stimulation taking place in her asshole dictate her mood.
"How does that feel, darling?" said Kevin. He felt her abdomen quiver as he widened her hole, using two fingers to loosen the muscle which clutched at the alien intruders.
"I can't explain it ... it feels ... AHHHHH!" Her muscle tract convulsed as she rested on him, his fingers exciting the hot depths of her channel. "It hurts. God, hurts so much!"
Kevin did not retreat, but continued working his way in deeper between her ass cheeks. His cock was fully erect and throbbed in soapy water like a heating seeking missile approaching its target. Rising to his knees, Kevin pulled the girl's thighs around his legs so his cock head looked directly down on the bunghole.
"What will it feel like?" she pleaded. "Your cock was wonderful in my cunt. Oh, how I loved your cock. So big and wonderful inside me. I wish I had an eye inside my cunt so I could see your cock shooting cream. Yes, I do."
Kevin judged her butt hole to be ready. Tub water had rushed into her channel and he wasn't sure how the stuff would feel on his cock. What's more he didn't really care.
"Do you want my cock in your asshole?" he asked her. "I've never fucked a woman this way, but I know your asshole will feel tight and exciting against my prick. Don't you think so?"
"Oh yes," she said. "I loved you fucking my cunt and playing with my tits and now I love you stroking my asshole. My bunghole is still tight as a nut, but feeling your pecker parting my ass lips will be worth it."
Kevin wanted to fuck her right there in the tub water, but getting Jill up on the bed seemed a better idea. He grinned and removing his fingers from the ripe fruit of her shit hole, Kevin helped Jill to the enormous bed.
"How's that," she whispered, a trickle of water oozing from her butt. She reached for the bottle of Vaseline at the bedside and spread a generous layer around his cock.
Now his tool glistened in the soft light. Jill giggled like a school girl, her asshole itching to feel the intruder inside her sacred orifice.
"Oh, this seems like such fun," she said, rearing up on her knees. Her mind teemed with sexual thoughts which she tried to control. Ass fucking was an unexpected chapter for her book and she must concentrate on every sensation. It was important to her to report every minute detail as it actually occurred, though once the prick found itself inside her, Jill doubted if she would remember, or care to remember anything.
"All right, darling lift up your beautiful asshole," instructed Kevin. His loins surged with passion. He was a virgin all over again and he was both scared and thrilled at losing his virginity inside the unexplored channel of Jill's asshole. "I really want to fuck you good. The come is boiling like molten lava inside my nut sack and I'd be only to happy to shoot a frothy come load inside your asshole."
"Yes, do it, Kevin," she told him, her voice rising with excitement. Spreading a thick Vaseline patch inside her bunghole, Jill rose to her knees and bent her cheeks towards Kevin. The bed bounced about as Kevin scurried between her wide ravine and raised his excited dick to the greasy bunghole.
His hand trembled as the prick face felt the hot greased opening. Pumping his hips, so his cock inched forward, he felt the asshole iris open and the thick shaft slip quietly in like an unannounced guest.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!!" His sex stem penetrated only three inches, yet it sucked her breath away. Gasping for breath, Jill arched her hips, receiving for cock as she did so. "Gooooood!"
He drew back his cock from her bunghole, then slowly worked the full length of it back up the horny slit. Her slippery ass squirmed and wiggled.
"Oh, yes, don't stop now," she pleaded. "I want your sex and I want it right now!"
Kevin positioned himself. His hips drew back and his hands held her ass cheeks apart. The lusty aroma of sex drifted up from her channel, filling his nostrils with the pungent smell of feminine flesh. Their wet bodies mingled nicely. The trembling in Jill's thighs matched the shaking of his legs and the anticipation of animal satisfaction hardened his cock. The spear resting in the greased opening of Jill's ass channel was ready to rip through her belly.
"I'm coming inside," he bellowed. Holding her cheeks, Kevin bucked his hips and sent his pole into her slit. The thick coating of Vaseline popped as his sex stem plowed her flanks.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" She wiggled and thrashed her rounded ass cheeks as monstrous pole plunged into her abdomen. "Oh, God!!"
Kevin shoved his twelve hard inches into the sphincter hole and withdrew the battering ram only to plunge again. "I like fucking you this way," he said, the grease squishing around his penis.
"God, don't stop that stroking," she pleaded. Her hips hunched with an undulating rhythm. Her channel stroked his cock with every violent thrust. "Don't you stop fucking my asshole. I won't let your cock go until the beautiful sperm train is running up my channel."
"That's the spirit," he encouraged. His hips pounding away, Kevin slammed his meat in, the muscles giving way, and she buried his manhood into the pit of her channel. He renewed his strength by stroking harder. Her asshole got hotter and hotter as the tortured walls screamed out for his sperm lubricant.
Jill's eyes were snapped shut as she concentrated on the flaming pole pummeling her rear. She made grunting sounds from deep within her throat. Her mouth was open wide and drool rolled off her tongue. Every thrust of his hips sent the throbbing weapon deeper into her belly. Her stomach tightened and her thighs fluttered. This was not the final chapter to her book, but the beginning, the middle and the conclusion. A whole book on ass fucking, she thought. But at the moment her only concern was making the pole inside her spurt its soothing message inside her asshole.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together and hunched her hips up and down, back and forth, kneading the iron club that plummeted the depths of her woman hole. She wrapped her hot channel flesh around his throbbing tool and jerked and shook it with animal fury.
"So fucking good," he screamed. It seemed they had been romping and playing butt games forever. The end was coming up fast as his sperm gushed to his shaft.
"Do you want my cum?" he shouted. "Does your asshole beg for something hot and sweet to suck on?"
"Oh, Kevin .. . Kevin . .. ooohhhh," she moaned as he stroked her butt furnace, heating up her ass, her cunt and her mouth as if all were immediately connected pleasure orifices. "Oh, Kevin . .. make it happen .. . shoot your cum in ... do it... I think I'm coming." Kevin jammed his cock into her crack and pumped his hips. His thighs pounded her ass cheeks and he readied his rigid body for the climax. "Stay still you fucking bitch!" he yelled, wrestling her rear end into position. "I'm coming right this instant!"
His body tensed, held for a moment, then let go. His aim was good and a long spurt of jism shot into her rectum as he buried his cock into the soft folds of her ass.
"Aaaarrrgggh!" The hot message steamed through her body. His dick spurted again and again, shooting its sticky fluid into her ass tube. Jill hunched her hips back and forth milking his cock dry. Her asshole dilated and jism oozed down her crack into her wet cunt hair.
The warm glow spread from her ass through every atom of her body. Her nipples burned with intense desire and her cunt quivered and shook.
"Oh, you felt so good, honey," she said when at last his fuck tool collapsed inside her. The soft penis retreated from her channel and hung before him dripping wet. "I'm not going to let you go, just yet." She scooped up his tool and cleaned off the shaft with her tongue. "You're staying with me tonight."
"Okay, anything you say," Kevin said. As Jill licked the sticky solution from his pole, he sighed, wondering how he had ever fallen into such a good deal.
For an instant he forgot about his other Jill and focused on the one before him. She was a great fuck no doubt about it and he wasn't ready to let her go yet.
CHAPTER TEN
Jill Watson returned to her room flushed with the glow of excitement. Vernon High School had managed to squeak out a last second win to put them in the finals. How excited the crowd reacted. Standing at the base line, pompoms clutched tightly in hand, Jill had egged on the applauding crowd, whipping their heated excitement to dazzling heights.
Exhausted from the rigors of her ordeal, Jill summoned the strength to pull off her sweater and unzip her skirt before falling down on the bed.
She barely heard the phone ring and she was frankly too tired to turn over and lift the receiver. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off into sleep's encompassing grasp. Betsy was talking on the phone, and from the raised tone of her voice. It had to be someone she knew quite well.
Not that it mattered. She was too tired to care really, though Betsy did say something about Jess and that she had to go. Only after the door slammed shut did the name ring a bell in her subconscious. But even his name and the awful memories connected with it were of no consequence to her. She slipped off reality's precipice and sailed into a deep sleep.
Benny held a shaking hand over his heart. Christ, he was getting stupid in his old age. The girl almost walked right into him as he was about to open the door. He knew full well that two girls were assigned to each room. A nearly fatal mistake, which, if he had not drawn back the key, would have spelled the end to his plans. He waited a second and, hearing no sound, stuck the master key into the lock and turned the door knob.
The room was pitch black except for the soft beam of moonlight outlining the girl's heavenly body. He closed the door and stared enviously. She was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. He was envious of her physical perfection and the taste of raging hatred choked his mouth. She was a goddess, blessed in every way and he was a commoner, forced to wear his crumpled, ugly body as a horrible reminder. His eyes searched the undulations of her skin, resting at last at the triangular mound of her womanhood. His cock twisted to life inside his baggy trousers. Not everything was imperfect, he noted with grim humor. He unzipped his trousers and stood next to the bed. She breathed heavily, an indication of physical exhaustion. Nothing could awaken her from the deep sleep, he thought. That is, nothing but the thrusting of his cock!
He withdrew the small vial of ether from his pocket and wet a cotton swab with the contents. A precautionary measure just in case she proved to be violent.
Jill rolled over in her sleep enjoying the dreams of her childhood days. A strange presence seemed to hover over her then her mind went blank as the crushing weight of Benny's body fell down upon her.
Something was dreadfully wrong! a voice told her as she struggled. Fingers met the globes of her breasts and a knee was shoved roughly between her legs. Her cunt suddenly came alive in a shower of sparks.
"God, what is happening?" she gasped. The gentle pressure of his leg against her mound was replaced by a jabbing, sharp instrument that ripped through her panties and into her wetting slot.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Jill did not know the buzzing instrument inside her cunt was a powerful sex machine. All she knew was how good it felt!
"Ooooaaahhhh" she screamed, humping her enervated flesh against the jolting shaft. Benny thrust the device fully into her awakening sex crack and kept his finger on the button. His friend had lent him the device to subdue several girls. The same shape and size of a cattle prod it had been modified so as to excite the flesh, not burn it. It emitted one hell of a jolt, he admitted, enough to turn on any woman and drive her into multiple orgasms.
In and out the prod went as Benny fucked her with impossible mania. The electric sparks licked at the inside of Jill's womb turning her slimy, cunt bed into a throbbing treasure chest.
"Ahhhhhh ... Please no!" she begged. Her voice babbled with incoherent apologies and Benny knew she was ready for what came next. He wiggled his twisted body up around her breasts and pushed the cock stem against her lips. He flicked his finger off the switch, but kept the cattle prod cemented firmly between her cunt lips.
"Wha-What do you want?" Jill sputtered.
"You're going to stick those pretty red lips around my cock," he said wickedly. Touching the button, her body jerked off the bed and flipped crazily against the mattress.
"Yessss!" she screamed half out of her mind. Craning her neck, Jill took the penis into her mouth. It tasted rubbery inside her and she almost puked when he thrust deep into her face.
"Suck it! Suck my cock!!" he commanded. Again he ignited the cattle prod inside her cunt.
His voice screamed in her ears and she sucked on his pummeling tool. Her cunt had never been so excited in her whole life! She surrendered herself to the obscene joy that surged through her. Her fear of the unknown was subdued by the wonderful feeling of the phantom tool wedged in her cunny and the good-sized dick pumping her face.
Benny humped his hips back and forth moving his tool in and out of her mouth. Her sucking and licking was intense, but he jolted her every few seconds anyway just to remind her who was pumping the excitement into her cunt.
Jill gasped and groaned and shook with disbelief. The thing in her cunny was alive! It was humiliating her, making her scream and beg and plead for its explosive charge. She wiggled her hips against its tingling warmth hoping for the awful thing to ignite again while she sucked on the penis in her mouth.
"Oh God with mercy," she pleaded, "Fuck meee!"
Benny roared with laughter as his cock reamed her mouth. She was good, so great and wonderful that he hated to put his clients on her. No telling what they might do to her sensitive flesh, not to mention messing up her virginal mind. But that was another matter. For his cock was primed for a pleasing discharge into the silken void of Jill's mouth.
He raised his hips off her chest and rammed them downward. His filthy, unwashed pubic hair popped against her teeth and the tip of his tool felt the tonsil flap at the back of her throat. He grunted, retreating his penis and, in a final lunge buried his mating club into her face. Come spurted out in great leaps.
Jill was paralyzed by the sudden discharge of his sperm. It coated her tongue and slipped down the back of her throat. She sucked at the finger-sized wad as it wiggled about her throat looking for an ovary, but finding only a different kind of warmth.
Jill drank his sperm down in ravenous gulps. She licked and sucked the collapsing penis as it pulled out of her face. Turning upward, she stared in the maze of broken bones and seaweed flesh that composed Benny's face. Tears ran from her eyes and she shut them and bit her lip. She felt humiliated and abused by the ugly man who sat on her chest. Her legs trembled and when she came to her senses, the terrible stick between her legs didn't feel good anymore.
Benny sensed the change in her mood and grabbed for the cotton pad.
"Your friend is in great danger," he said. "If you don't do exactly as I say, you may never see her again."
Jill's eyes opened wide and the black pupils shone back like mirrored saucers. Benny had only guessed about her roommate. But it had paid off. If the electric shocks didn't do the job, this did.
"Ouch! That's my pussy," she said as Benny wiggled the stick inside her cunt. "Take that thing out. It hurts."
His fingers guided the electric charged shaft from her cunny up before her stunned eyes. Jill gasped. She could not believe that the awful stick with the two prongs projecting from the tip had been the source of the wonderful, throbbing pleasure experienced only moments before.
"I will do what you want," she said slowly. "I do not want my friend harmed in any way."
Benny felt his limp dick struggling. He had to pee something fierce and a wild desire suddenly filled his warped mind.
"You must promise to do what I say," he instructed. "No matter what you may think. You must obey every instruction if your friend is to be remain unharmed."
She shook her head. People like this awful man always find the punishment they deserve, she thought. But in the meantime I will do what he says.
Benny climbed off the bed and forced his dick into Jill's hand.
"You must do everything, remember," he cautioned. He was terribly excited. "Here's a test to see how you react."
Jill grabbed his dick. She didn't like the idea of being under this man's domination, but there seemed no other alternative.
"I want you to jerk on my dick," he said. "And when I start to pee I want you to give your body a wonderful bath."
Revulsion raised its ugly head and for a moment, Jill thought she might throw up. The thought of the man's steaming urine soaking her flesh was a degrading thing to do. Worse than sucking his vile tasting dick.
"I want you wet everywhere. My bladder is about bursting so there will be plenty of urine for your pee bath," he said.
"Oh, this is terrible," she said.
"Not at all. My piss is very warm and refreshing. You'll find this sensation quite awakening. "Ready? Because here I go."
Jill felt the jet of hot urine splash in her face. It was indeed the vilest thing she'd ever experienced. Holding his prick like a nozzle, Jill splashed urine on her breasts and shoulders.
"In your cunny, sister," laughed Benny, the piss rushing out his prick home. "Give yourself a good scrubbing."
How can I do this? she asked herself. How can I wash myself with piss and suck on this evil man's cock. Christ! I must be really sick to do this!
She worked the dick nozzle across her thighs splashing her wet cunt with hot piss. God, even my pussy stinks from this animal's urine, she thought.
"That's right, up around the titties too, can't forget them.'
Humiliated and degraded, Jill found herself actually enjoying splashing the urine on her skin. She tightened her grip on his cock and by squeezing the tip sent quick jets of piss' squirting on her.
"Oh, that feels so good," said Benny. "There's nothing like pissing on a nice girl like yourself. But before I run out, remember to gargle too. I know your mouth is still tasting my hot cum, but there's nothing like a chaser, is there?"
Jill shivered, telling herself a thousand times that she could not go through with the horrible stunt. But then, at the last minute,-she raised the limp penis to her face and released the tip. A warm, salty spray covered her face, then a thin stream of urine found its way into her open mouth.
"God! That's wonderful!" said Benny finishing his piss. "Now swallow it up and we'll be on our way."
The terrible fluid stuck in her throat, but Jill managed to swallow it down. She felt abused and violated, her body punished again and again by men thinking only of their own Satanic pleasures. And now there was more to follow. She felt sick and wanted to go hide under the bed. Instead, however, she reached for her skirt and blouse.
"Hurry, dear," said Benny, "We can't keep the other guests waiting."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Kevin woke up, Jill was sitting naked at her desk busily taking notes of the impressions and sensations she'd felt the night before.
"What are you doing?" asked Kevin, rising from the circular bed. The room was exactly as he had remembered it except the bath tub had been drained and he could see all the tiny water jets imbedded in the enamel siding.
"I should confess," she said, putting the pen down. "Hooking at the Tick Tock club is not my steady line of employment. I've been a prostitute only two weeks. Enough time to gather information for my book."
Kevin recounted the following night. The glorious couplings performed in the tub and on the bed. He had never felt happier than he had that night.
"I am going in the book?" he queried. His hands shook slightly as he rose from the bed naked and crossed over to the desk.
"Everybody goes in my book," she laughed. "But don't worry about giving away trade secrets. My book is strictly a technical study of the world's oldest profession. I've got a grant from the Ford Foundation."
Kevin was jolted by the revelation. The entire trip had not been what it first appeared to be. He had taken the girl he loved and gang banged her in a train bathroom. Now he had awaken to discover the hooker whose mouth, cunt and ass had felt the throb of his cock was actually a college student doing research!
Jill turned away from her writing. Kevin stood before her staring, his hands trembling and his limp cock pumping itself hard again. She was seeing, as if for the first time, his muscular, naked body and his stout, fleshy joint.
She felt herself seized by a strange thrill and an incredible urge raged through him to reach for his cock and start their torrid lovemaking all over again.
As if by signal, Kevin approached, his limp cock rapidly approaching full erection. Wordlessly they met, understanding their own unique body language. Jill opened her mouth and took the pecker deep inside her throat. So deep, that she almost gagged for a moment before she conquered it and was suddenly swallowing and sucking and nibbling.
Contentment flooded her body. The shaft twisted and thrust into her hollow, the iron hard cock face searching her mouth.
A love bout, evenly matched as Jill's tongue sprang to the attack, the raspy tip tugging at the sagging skin beneath the conical shaped prickhead.
Hot excitement thrilled her mouth. She felt a tremulous rush within her and she didn't object as Kevin thrust in and out, nearing his climax with wild pumping jerks.
"Goddamn!" he screamed. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. At the last second he yanked free of her face. The tension left him as the come slid down his cock shaft like mercury in a thermometer.
"I can't fuck," he said at length. "I stick my meat in your nice, warm mouth and I want to come." Pre-ejaculation, an old physical enemy, reared its head once again.
Jill stood up, the tingly excitement of her mouth quite evident in her smile. Her pumped up cunt deflated with the withdrawal of Kevin's cock. But her cunt would be hot again. She knew a trick to make her mound spring to life and cure Kevin's sex problem.
"Eat me," she said. "I want you to bury those nice lips of yours in my silky wet bush and suck on my clit until my juice covers your face."
Kevin lay on the circular bed while Jill positioned the V of her cunny over his face. His cock seemed to remember its job as the shaft sprang to life.
Jill brought her mound down on his face. His thrashing tongue met the parted hole of her cunt with explosive impact.
"Ooooooooo." The torpedo licked her cunny and her clit. A spark explosion curdled her leaking cunt juice. His tongue thrust into her channel and she reciprocated by pumping her hips up and down on his face.
It felt sensational for both of them. Kevin grabbed her ass cheeks for support and guided the parted cunt onto his tongue into her cunny. The sickly, sweet aroma of sex drove him to wild extremes. Her hips pounded his face, but he couldn't get enough of fuck smell. Wanting more sex, needing more excitement, Kevin parted her ass cheeks and slipped his two fingers into Jill's bunghole.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!" She groaned in a quavering voice and continued the frantic pace of her pumping hips. Kevin's fuck pole stood at attention between her outstretched hands. While her ass and her cunt were being penetrated, Jill stared at the cock, examining the wrinkled nut sack and the graceful curve of the shaft.
"That's good, honey. Keep working that tongue in and out. Hmmmm ... So good . .. now keep working your finger in my asshole that really turns me on . .. grease it up real good."
The excitement in Jill's voice, the urgency of her pistoning hips inflamed Kevin with wild, sensual desires as he chewed her ripe sex fruit, plunging his raspy tongue through the oozing slime into the sweet nectar of her slot.
Jill cradled his powerful cock in the palm of her hand. She traced a lazy pattern over his nuts and up the shaft with her finger nail, then more determined than ever, she dropped her watering mouth over the sculptured prick head. Her moist void closed in on the shaft, her tongue following the will of her sexual fantasies, eating and licking the hardened shaft with quick milking strokes.
Her hips flailed clear of Kevin's face, Jill wrenching her hips up and down on his face, the parted cunt lips dripping their fetid secret of sex near culmination.
The power of her sex proved too much stimulus for Kevin. His legs stiffened out as his hips left the bed's surface flexing their strength, arching his sex deep into the girl's sucking throat. He was mad at himself satisfying his body's need without waiting for Jill to climax. But there was no stopping him, the dam had burst and the ripe flower of his orgasm, nurtured within her mouth was ready to blossom forth.
His cock bucked and shuddered as the come burst from his prick shaft. Jill felt the hot sticky splatter against the roof of her mouth.
The come was meant as a surprise from an angry penis. But she had one of her own as she reared up her anus. Research books teach many things, but the sexual act she was about to perform was learned through experience. She loved Kevin's cock, thrilled to its stiffness, exalted to the firm thrust of cock shaft splitting her ass channel and flooding her cunt with warm sperm.
She also enjoyed what she was about to do, though it was an acquired taste and she was not sure of Kevin's reaction.
"Here, sweetheart!" she screamed, pumping her asscheeks towards his upturned face.
Kevin's cock continued pumping its salty message into Jill's face. His cum hung in silken threads dripping down from her lips and nose. He felt humiliated once more at coming so soon and secretly prayed that he could straighten out his sex problem. His eyes stared at the bushy cunt above him. The intensity of his climax magnified his vision. He saw the tender pink slit of her parted cunny and the pink nozzle of her piss duct. Without warning the tiny nub dilated.
Good Christ, the girl is peeing on me! he thought. Desperately he lunged his body away from the spurting nub. But not before Jill humped her hips, spraying the pee stream on his face. She felt good urinating, almost as good as when she came under the pounding of his spurting cock.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!" Kevin tossed the leg over and rose up, his temper flaring, and his hand reared back ready to strike. He glared at Jill who lay flopped on her back, the urine stream trickling harmlessly down her cunt slit, onto the bed.
"You little tramp!" he screamed. His temper boiled over, and mind roared with indignation. He wiped the salty liquid from his face. He bit his tongue, the pain acting as a shield to protect his sanity. He felt mad enough to kill her.
Jill made no attempt to run from the bed. Slouched back on the sheets, Jill circled her legs around the spreading wet stain in the sheets. Her winsome smile reflected the flip side to Kevin's violent mood.
"Look at you," she smiled. "You're as hard as you've ever been."
And she told the truth for his cock stood out stiff as a flagpole. He felt his cock in disbelief. The girl had pissed in his face and his cock was hard!
Sensing the quick change in mood, Jill dropped to the bed, surrendering herself to the obscene joy of sex. "You won't ever go soft again on me," she answered. "Or anyone else. Now let's try you out."
Kevin hesitated, not trusting his raging instincts. He looked at her heart-shaped cunt, still soft and gooey from his tongue licking. His cock throbbed with desire, wanting to feel the hot sleeve of her love tube against his shaft. His humiliation clouded over his terrible rage and he felt the old sensation of throbbing desire.
His passion stimulated them both. Jill noticed her cunt walls closing up tight and the hot trough of her ass burned with renewed intensity. But before Kevin approached her two erotic holes, Jill wanted to feel the hot torch of his penis kindle inside her mouth.
Greedily, she grabbed hold of his pulsating shaft and guided him into her mouth. It felt good, damn good, to have his cock buried again inside her throat. She gobbled him up, closing her lips in a vise like grip as his hips reared back beginning the thundering charge into her face.
"Going to fuck you within an inch of your life," screamed Kevin. His cock had not felt harder in years. His nut sack, slapping against her face, held onto his semen, not releasing the precious load despite the urgency of her tongue or the sucking of her cheeks.
This is a man! she screamed to herself in a quavering voice half filled with sexual longing. His hips pounded home the message, his cock swimming in the salty spray of spit lining her mouth.
With savage cruelty, Kevin ripped the love tool from her face, spreading the slivery thighs that concealed her hairy tart and, hunching his hips, he split her cunt mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Gooooood" she gasped. The snake-like prick wiggled within her womanhood. Oh God she felt so good, her whole body thrilled as his cock popped the slime bubble lining her channel walls.
"Do your job," she encouraged. "Don't stop it. Fuck me like only you know how!" The smooth gliding motion of his dick, did funny things to her cunny. Smooth, viscous droplets emerged from her womb, a musky, pungent smelling fluid which spoke of untapped sexual passion. Her satiny twat bubbled and fluttered without coaxing from the invading dick. The hot flashes fired through her inflamed breasts; her rosy nipples were firmly gripped between Kevin's teeth.
Jill seemed to be floating out in space supported only by the love spear imbedded between her thighs. Her cunt tightened its grip, the walls collapsing on the surging dick, but unable to stop the pounding of male sex into her hole.
"Coming you big son of a bitch!" she yelled. "Shoot your hose, fill me with your seminal juice. Thrust the big stick between my legs and plunge with savage insistence. Just do it!!"
Kevin manipulated her body like a well-tuned instrument. Fast stroking her slit, rubbing his groin against her enlarged clitoris, Kevin pumped his hips, driving in his cock and sucking out her love juice. Her smell and precious oil anointed her body. Her wild humping and gyrating hips filled his nuts with flaming hot fury. But Kevin was not going to unload his cum until her whole body, not just her cunt, screamed for the splash of his viscous manhood.
W WW WH A A A A AAA!!!!! "Put it in! Stick it in! Fuck me with your cock! NOWWWWWW!"
Her cunt sucked greedily on the plum-colored head of his cock. She gritted her teeth with joy. Every atom of her body vibrated from the pounding of his cock. Desperately she wished that Kevin would release her from the awful bounds that held her. She had reached the pinnacle of her climax. Her cunt had reacted in a way she thought was impossible. And only the awful dick prevented her from slipping off into a post-fucking day dream.
She had been gutted, her cunt emptied of its pleasure. Kevin felt her slip away, his cock still magnificently hard and charged with the load of come.
"Here it comes!" he bellowed. His hands fumbled momentarily getting a grip on her asscheeks. Then he was ready and rearing his hips back, Kevin screamed out, and rammed the slime covered thunder stick up her asshole.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Her asshole spread out reluctantly. The head passed into flaccid ass channel, driving her butt cheeks apart as his member penetrated her inflamed hole.
Tears of pain and exaltation burst from Jill's eyes, running down her cheeks as stark reminders of the power of his sex! His cock was so big in her asshole. It inflamed her tender flesh, twisting and corkscrewing its conical head up her rectum. For an instant, she thought her whole insides would be ripped apart, her guts spilling out the gaping hole in her butt. Only when the dick had penetrated fully, until she felt the over-sized nuts against her ass cheeks pumping their thick fluid up into his penis cannon, did Jill realize that she was coming into the greatest orgasm of her life.
"In! In I say!!" screamed Kevin. Splitting her bunghole was her punishment and her reward. The milk boiled within his thrusting spear and hunching his cock into the widening slit. He cut lose, his juice gushing into the rubbery lining of her ass channel, spraying its message of male supremacy into the fetid, tortured, rectum walls.
Jill collapsed on the bed kicking and screaming with orgasmic pleasure. Kevin lay on top, his spear tucked securely into her open wound.
"And that, my dear, is good fucking!" he exclaimed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Someday, Ben Davidson told himself, he was going to cut out playing with smart-ass high school chicks and get himself a woman who knew how to satisfy a man.
A burly man in his mid-forties, Davidson found himself on the downside of the handsome scale. Girls who normally accepted his invitation for a good dinner and a good roll in the hay, now turned him down. And Davidson increasingly turned to prostitutes to satisfy his sexual longings.
He didn't mind parting with money. But girls didn't want him after she told them what he considered to be good, healthy sex. Continued frustration had driven him to wild extremes. But for once, just once, he might not have to kidnap some whore and tie her up just for sex. Benny, his trusty bell boy, had promised him a woman who understood men like himself. Her aim in life, Benny said, was to please men. There was, however, a drawback. The girl had prior customers and would he mind waiting in turn. Davidson cracked a big Texas smile. Why no, he wouldn't mind at all. He liked girls who held liberal ideas about multiple sex encounters. Cleans out the soul, he giggled. Good for the mind.
Jill looked around the room which was to be her prison for the next several hours. Spacious in size and opulent in decor, she thought it fit for royalty. Oh how did I get into such a mess, she muttered. Nothing was right. Her head swirled with hideous thoughts of what was going to happen. Her heart raced and her head felt ready to explode. Could she give up her cunt and her mouth and whatever else these men wanted to save the life of her best friend?
The door opened on creaky hinges and a small man dressed in black appeared. She stared at the face approaching the bed and thought he looked kind. She wished for perfume to spray around her face and breasts where the urine had dried. Her tingling sex-satiated body seemed far away. She was aware of the twitching in her thighs and snapped her parted legs together.
The man smiled weakly and extended a bouquet of red roses. "I know my body is not much to look at," said the man climbing up on the bed. "I hope you enjoy having sex with me."
In the silence that followed, the man removed his clothes, revealing a penis which though small was abnormally thick around. Jill gawked. Her much abused cunny came to life. The painful walls of her butt tube thrilled with impetuous desire. Quaking in the man's presence, her slit leaking its primal essence, Jill did not question her desire for sex, only when she would have it.
She had experienced a great deal in a short period of time. If her body demanded sex, then she saw no point in fighting the urge.
The little man was staring at her, sending a chill of her spine. The silken nightie which Bennie had given her to wear barely covered her physical charms.
"I'm George," said the little man. His eyes pleaded and Jill did not have to be told what to do. She had been abused and sodomized, and yet she retained her innocence. The man's stare made her blush.
The hot bliss of impending sex thrilled her. She slipped the frilly straps off her shoulders and peeled the garment from her silken body.
He's small, but God, look how thick his prick it! she thought. How is he going to fuck me . . . I just can't take that much dick in my asshole ... it would kill me.... I can't possibly do it.
She realized, however, that George had no intentions of sowing his sperm seed within her shit channel. He wanted the soft lips of her cunt and though he acted polite and nice to her, he was going to get his way or else!
Her cunt was leaking juice like mad. Her mound was swimming in fuck goo. The aroma drifted up, a further enticement for sexual fun.
"You smell ripe and wonderful," George said, stroking the frantic slit between her legs. "I know when a girl really enjoys her sex. See how hard and tight your nipples are. And the way your greasy juice pours from your twat. You are hot for sex, of that I'm sure. Ready to take in my dick which is very short, but very thick around!"
George guided his cock to the parted lips of her cunt. Her eyes were glued to the obscenely thick penis which was poised between her thighs. Hot and terribly excited by the impending thrust of his cock, Jill realized that George was treating her like a little girl.
"Oh, yes how I want to feel your manhood between my legs. Your cock is thick and hard and I hope you won't hurt me," she said. Her cunt begged for the thrust of his meat. And just talking about sex was not going to satisfy her sex hole's demands!
Gripping her melon breasts, George practiced penetrating her channel. His humping hips sent the shaft head popping in and out of the cunt clips.
"Ooooooo!!!" she cried. His teasing strokes only excited her more so. Grinding her hips against his crotch did not, however, drive the penis into her snatch. George continued to tease her cunny, quite aware of the frenzy building up inside Jill.
"Oh God, why don't you just fuck me!" she cried. "I can't stand this ... God, fuck me! Drive it home!"
Carefully, he slid her more cock, each plunging stroke inching deeper into her begging channel. His hips made strange snapping noises against her thighs.
The smile never left his face. He's going to keep teasing me until I go crazy, thought Jill. She felt sensations of pleasure from the tip of her channel to the very depths of her womb. Her sex tract tingled with excitement. And what excited her more was George had not penetrated her yet!
Twisting and squirming her ample hips against the teasing shaft, Jill surrounded him with her sex. She bored down, holding him steady by the ass cheeks while her cunt inched up around his dick.
"Yessss!" she screamed. "You're in me, you're all the way in me with your marvelous cock."
George, indeed, was completely inside her channel but his hips kept up the steady, rapid rhythm as his shaft surged inside her twat.
Her wetness leaked out, drenching both their bodies with its lubricating warmth.
Jill was full of flame and sensation. The dick shaft felt big as a baseball bat. The joy of feeling a man once again inside her was invigorating. The thick pasty lubricant poured out without ever seeming to dry up.
"Oh, you are good, so good to my body, my cunt, my very sexual core," she groaned, hunching again, matching his short popping strokes. "Don't stop... .promise me ... leave it in me . .. please ... PLEASE!"
George stroked her lovingly. He had no intentions of shooting of his load so quickly. He wanted to fuck this tender young thing until she fainted. Only then would the pounding in his balls feel their well earned release.
"Can you donkey fuck?" he questioned. "That feels so good. My little cock penetrates you much deeper that way." Before Jill could reply, George had withdrawn his cock and pulled Jill onto her stomach.
"Jesus Christ, get in me. Stick it in!" she begged. Her fingers clutched behind, grasping for his penis stub.
George took his time, he knew what he was doing. Reaching under her wetness, his finger found her bulging clit and gently he lifted up.
"AAAIIIEEEE!" Hot flashing electric shots jolted her tender, juice soaked cunt. Her body lifted magically from the bed, her muscles faithfully following the burning orders of her clit.
"You see," said George, "there are many ways to achieve sexual excitement. You are squatting like a donkey on the bed and very easily I could stick my thick penis up your anus."
He touched her pink bunghole with his cock tip. Jill screamed at the sudden touch of his penis head.
"Oh, you won't hurt me," she cried, kneeling her ass so the rounded cheeks rested against his stomach. "My asshole is spongy and soft and maybe I could stretch it out for your dick, but I don't think so. You're so big!"
George smiled and stroked the ravine running from her asshole to the clit button. She Was deep between her thighs and no doubt she spoke the truth. Her rounded buttocks and pungent smelling bung hole held deep fascination for him. But his cock twitched for the sucking mouth of her cunt.
"No dear, my cock will make only your cunt happy," he promised her. He reached under between her legs and placed his thumb on her clit button.
"Dear Lord!" she shouted. "Mister, you really know how to turn me on!"
George accepted the compliment, but it was time for more serious things. Spreading open her thighs to shoulder length, George ducked under her and came up suddenly, plunging his tongue into the wet channel.
"Oooooc-hhhhhhh!" Jill's body shook and twisted under the thrashing tongue in her box. In a single instant an explosion of electric sparks flashed out her body. Her body flamed like a Fourth of July sparkler.
George worked his tongue like a Renaissance painter using a brush. The tip slipped along the lips edges of her cunt, flicking the clit button like a toy, before plunging into the wet channel itself. Quick, daring thrusts sent the tongue scurrying into her sacred fruit, sucking out her ample of juice with loud gulping sounds.
"Isn't it wonderful," he said, raising his face, "What a little tongue work can do!"
Jill could not agree more. But her cunt, the barometer of her passions, signaled a sex storm was brewing. A hot pair of lips were fine, but she wanted the even greater pleasure of his prick.
"How about, sweetheart?" George teased. "Want more. Is my cock good enough for that wonderful slit?"
Jill wanted to wrestle him to the bed and plunged her body up and down his cock.
"Oh, do it, yes, just fuck me hard as possible," she groaned.
A rapid movement of his hips sent the cock plunging into her belly. Jill grunted as George rose up, thighs pressed against her butt cheeks, his penis firmly trapped within her parted cunt lips.
"Hunch, baby, get those asscheeks in gear!" he commanded. As Jill began the rolling of her butt, George pounded his stubby dick into her slot.
The smooth slide of wet cunt and hard dick seemed to go on forever. Matching their strokes, George plunged deeper than it seemed possible. Her channel was wonderfully wet and odors of her cunt mixed with the smell of her bunghole, boiled his hot blood.
He loved sliding his thin body between a girl's ravine and ending up with his cock jammed into her soft pussy. Grabbing thighs for support, George rubbed his furry chest in the parted crack of her asshole.
"So deep inside!" grunted Jill, between strokes. Her tingling cunny spit and sucked and finally collapsed against his barrel size penis.
From drinking pee, Jill was now being heavenly fucked by a truly wonderful man. The secret pleasures burning in her mouth and inside her asshole were converging on her cunt.
"Oooohhhh ... do it... do it... don't stop ... fuck my cunt. . . fuck me wild with that crazy dick .. . fuck me everywhere."
George was delighted to obey her command as the incessant throbbing of her slot had made him hungry for sex. She was his, screaming out for his load of manhood, begging for the essence of his creation. And he wanted to ram his come load home. Thick and hot, steaming and sticky, like melted marshmallow on hot chocolate, George's sperm load was ready to find the searching walls of her oozing cunny.
"My beautiful horny, thing," he told her. "I got it here waiting for you."
His hips bucked wildly and as his body went rigid and the dripping lust jetted from his dick. All the cunt lapping and fuck stroking had prepared him for this one exquisite moment.
"Hmmmmmm! So nice!" purred Jill. Her mood changed rapidly however. For the orgasm strains once burning bright had cooled off unexpectedly. Now they returned with full blazing force, pummeling her sex walls with insane fury.
"YESSSSS! COME! COMING! Her hips bucked and twisted and corkscrewed around his shooting tool, drinking in his juice, milking the thick pole for every salty, sweet drop.
George pumped and pumped her cunny until his semen leaked out his prick and dripped down her legs. Finally his supply was exhausted and the cock stick began to go limp.
"No!" commanded Jill. "Not yet. Leave it in. I want your prick inside me some more." She squeezed her legs tight on the trapped invader.
Her cunny gripped hold and George revealed in the warmth of her channel walls. He collapsed against her back, his fingers drawing imaginary designs around her pendant breasts How warm and tight and steamy she is, thought George. A rare flower, brimming with sweet nectar and beauty.
Lost in his own dream world, savoring the post coital ecstasy, George was unaware of the resurgence of his penis.
"It's growing," exclaimed Jill. And it was, the shaft twitching, a pole springing to life.
"So big! You're getting so big!" The birth inside her cunt stirred Jill's wildest passion. Now she wanted his barrel cock everywhere at once like a greedy child discovering ice cream for the first time.
"Oh, dear God, you're bigger than before," she screamed, her sexual fires rekindling in her channel. "I want you again. Hear me! Twice, I want you twice!"
Relaxing bliss turned into sexual urgency. George was overcome by his rejuvenated prick. He felt spent and exhausted, but his cock demanded more.
"Put it here!" insisted Jill, grabbing his tool. Whisking the slime covered prick from her cunt, she turned and faced the hardened shaft. Sperm covered the tip like mayonnaise. Her lubricant dripped down the shaft and filled her hand. Blood goring the veins turned the prick bright red.
This is not right, I know it isn't, she thought. Women, nice women don't do things like this. But I want it and I must have it.
Her body shook with revulsion. George sensed the girl's indecision and he encouraged her. "Eat me, for Christ sake. Suck on the prick."
Her lips touched the come soaked tip, leaving a trace. She licked off the juice; the salty-sweet taste was not bad! She moved her hand along the shaft, scooping the semen and cunt lubricant up towards the head.
DO IT! DO IT! she told herself. Her tongue licked the frothy tip, pulling a drop into her mouth. Her body shook and screamed for sex. Her brain pounded with excitement. She was dizzy with dread and the thrill of expected pleasure.
George, screaming for release, thrust his hips and sent the shaft deep into her mouth. Jill gagged on the cock as it hit the back of her throat. The prick retreated to the round hole of her lips, then slammed home again.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" screamed George. Again and again his hips were pile driving the dick into her face. He grabbed her head and pulled her back and forth against the thick prick skin. She picked up the rhythm and they both were soon hunching, and pumping and jerking toward her second climax.
And George was not far off from obtaining his sexual goal. Magic fluid swelled his nut sack and flooded his shaft with its salty, slimy rewards. I wanted him, must have him, will do anything, thought Jill. And, as if by her own design, the giant cock pumped home its message sending the thick semen gushing down her throat.
George pumped and hunched his ejaculating cock. His cream sluiced her face, jet after jet of cum finding her throat that so eagerly sucked him down.
Her mouth was moving rapidly up and down his long, thick cock and her cheek brushed repeatedly against Jill. A sign of relief followed the last jet of juice and pulling his fast drooping dick from her mouth, George let out a whoop.
"You're damn good, sweetie," he said. The best I ever had."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jill did not want Kevin leaving her. She watched him climb from the bed, putting on his pants and shirt, then hesitate when it came time to leave.
He feels the same way about me, she thought, her heart racing. Only twenty-one, Jill realized Kevin was the only man she wanted in her life.
"You're troubled about the other Jill," she said matter-of-factly. "Benny's taken me in many times on business call. Perhaps I can help you."
Kevin spun around amazed. "Would you do that for me?" he said. "You're so wonderful. I'll make it up to you, darling?" He kissed her passionately on the mouth. Pangs of joy sprouted in Jill's tits. One way or another she would try to win this man's love for her very own.
The whole day had been spent shacking up in the back room of the Tick Tock Club. The bartender on duty told Kevin that his buddy had left long ago. Kevin snorted. At least he didn't have Jeff hanging around. Not that he worried about him running into misfortune. Jeff had enough money to get himself out of any tough predicament.
Jill had changed from her evening dress to slacks and a blouse. Even without the make up and fancy clothes, Kevin admitted that she was ravenously good looking. She was a man's dream: a big bust curving into a tiny waist with ample hips and thin legs. His cock flickered wickedly. A beautiful dame, he thought, dreading the idea of giving her up.
The hotel was only a few short blocks up the street from the club. Kevin instantly recognized the shimmering neon sign above the front entrance. It was an old, imposing hotel with a doorman positioned out front to discourage the uninvited.
"Jill Watson is her name," said Jill. Kevin nodded his head hating himself for bringing her along It only made saying goodbye that much tougher. "I know the desk man," she continued. "And he wouldn't give us any trouble. You wait by the elevator and I'll follow shortly."
The doorman gave Kevin a hard-eyed stare, but it lasted only a brief moment as Jill's alluring smile made him break out into a grin. Christ, she really knows her way around, admitted Kevin as they passed into the hotel without further incident. He waited by the elevator as told, watching his prized lovely talking with the desk man. Then she was at his side and together they were in the elevator, headed up to the fourth floor.
"He even gave me a key," she giggled. "He thinks I'm staying there." Her words made her cunny twist with desire. If only it were true, that they were headed up to their room. She wanted Kevin again, his young, daring cock filling the hot void between her insistent thighs. But loving Kevin was not in the cards ...
Room 402 was down the hallway and walking, their footsteps silent against the thick carpeting, Kevin felt his heart beating furiously. His throbbing cock thrust before him, his boiling sperm demanding release. He wanted to throw Jill down on the hotel bed and fuck her hot cunny with savage insistence.
Jill slid the key silently into the door. The sound of voices drifted from within the room. Kevin clutched her arm and stopped-not voices, but grunts and groans and scream of titillation!
Somebody is fucking Jill Watson! Goddamn it no telling what the bastard! And she sounds like she like it too.
Jill Watson was goddess, an idol he held up to his eyes. He worshipped the ground she walked on watching the degrading spectacle back on the train almost made him puke. She's sick and needs help, he thought. And no goddamn sick pervert is going to fuck her around if I have any say in the matter!
Sensing her lover's mood, Jill tried to hold him back, but Kevin broke away and putting his shoulder to the door forced his way inside. The hallway light streamed into the pitch black room. Two naked bodies sprawled on the bed, a set of ass cheeks moving up and down in the simple, primitive rhythm of lovemaking.
"What the fuck is going on!" screamed the man's voice. Kevin flicked on the light ready to put a fist through the man's face.
"Oh, don't stop .. . Jesus Christ!" screamed Betsy. Kevin's eyes widened to saucer size. "Jeff! How did you get here!"
The idea that Jeff could get into the hotel room before him seemed impossible. And where was Jill?
Jeff looked up, surprise written across his handsome face. His cock only moments before buried into Betsy's quim, went limp.
"The easy way, amigo," he said. "I left the club and came here and rented a room. Took all day to find Betsy." Suddenly his restless cock felt the urgency of sex. "Wow! Look at that!" said Jeff. His cock suddenly spit out a come stream which dripped harmlessly across Betsy's breasts.
"That's just wonderful," she fumed. "Just about to come and you guys break it up."
Jill watched the whole scene unfold dispassionately, treating the silly trip that it was with a sense of humor. But when the come shout of Jeff's limp cock, Jill thought of a way to have Kevin inside her once again.
"What a terrible thing to do," she said rushing to the bedside. Jill scooped up a finger full of come and pointed it accusingly at Jeff.
"You should never do this to a woman!" she said, "If you have no respect for your own pleasure, have respect for the woman's"
The obscure invitation was lost on Jeff, but a light bulb went on in Kevin's mind.
"Well, if you're sharing these day," he said. "I'll be glad to fill in."
Betsy grinned her approval and lay back on the sheets, her wet cunny glistening in the soft room light. She was thin and well built. Her breasts rested against her chest, the erect nipples begging to be touched. She pulled back the remaining covers and arched her hips seductively.
"Since you're doing favors, how about one for me," asked Jill. Sensing her moment, she unfastened the button to her blouse and freed the snaps from her Levi's.
"What's okay with you, is okay with me," he laughed. Quickly out of his clothes, Kevin made a nose dive for the bed. Rebounding off the mattress he pulled Betsy's luscious warmth to him. Her firm breasts pulsated against his chest. His sex-hungry hands sought out her ass cheeks then delved into her pussy.
"Ooooo!" she cried out baring her wet bush. "You can touch me any old time. Kevin had no trouble wrestling her to the bed. Staring down, her beguiling thighs worming their sensuous way around his thick sex stick, Kevin felt ravenous for sex.
Needing no further invitation, Betsy's legs magically spread apart and his shaft glided smoothly into her soft channel.
"Yes, good. Stick it in me good" she burbled, weaving her sex hole into an intricate design.
Jill was surprised at the quickness of the two love birds. She was hoping that his cock would end up stroking her own cunt, now hot with soaking juice. Still, there were other way to feel Kevin's sexual excitement throb inside her belly.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart," she said, climbing next to Betsy "I want that hard nasty tongue of yours sucking my twat."
The urgency in her voice was something new to him. He wondered if he knew Jill at all. But it was not time to worry about such things. His cock nestled in one of the nicest cunts he'd ever bucked and reared up before him was a wet, furry bush ready for eating!
"Fuck me, damn it," said Betsy. The penetration of a new penis had not damped the hot pit inside her channel. Her hips bucked earnestly up and around the spear which impaled her, working the thunder club into every hidden corner of cunt. She knew how to fuck and she knew how to come.
"Meat man, stick it in, meat man," she coaxed. Her frothy juice lathered his cunt as Kevin pounded her cunt. But this was not to deny Jill and he sank his mouth into the wet cropping of pubic growth.
She squirmed then writhed and then jumped crazily as his tongue nestled against her clitoris.
"You can suck my pussy anytime!" she exclaimed. "Just keep working your hot stuff!"
Kevin felt in an enviable position. A hot snatch hunched against his dick while his tongue chewed on some great pussy.
They played together, their sucking and fucking and humping meshing with the precision of a torrid dance number.
Then Jill heaved her hips giving a primal scream and suddenly his world came alive with a hot, cunt crazy women.
"FUCK ME! FUUUUUCCCK MEEEEEE!" Betsy flailed against his pole in last desperate efforts.
Kevin groaned. The itching in his cock said his sperm was ready. Betsy was nice and tight and a great pussy when she pumped up and down his pole and dug her fine nails into his flesh. But he secretly wanted Jill. He wished that he could whip his cock from the fire breathing cunt under his legs and jam his goodies in Jill's mouth.
His mouth gobbled at her cunny snack, licking her juice up and torching her clit button.
"Cumming! Jesus Christ here I go!" screamed Jill, bucking like a mare in the mating season." The incessant tickle around her cunt lips jelled. The fuck demon within her was nearing release. "Jam me. Jam your tongue inside my twat!"
Kevin complied with her eager plea, setting off her sparks as her round ass cheeks thrust in his face. Go, baby, come for me, he said to himself. I want you to come like never before.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" Betsy screamed. Her orgasm arrived piping hot, her cunt wall collapsing against the hardened cock pistoning her mounds.
Kevin's hips were churning and a wonderful explosion took place. His semen gathered up and sprayed its foaming message. His hips bucked and twisted as he spermed her cunt.
"Good, so fucking good!" he shouted as all three came together their primed bodies leaking and oozing the viscous fluids of white hot sex.
Kevin collapsed on Betsy while his mouth stuck determinedly to Jill's dripping juice factory. I love her, he thought, draining off her residue. I really love her.
The pleasure of her cunt momentarily assuaged, Jill Watson wondered what would happen next. There was no clock, she could not say how long her stay in the bedroom had been. One hour, perhaps two? She didn't know, and what was more important, she didn't really care.
Her memory was vivid. She saw her father kneeling before the ravine of her mother's spread ass cheeks ready to poke his cannon into her slot. At the time, it seemed the most explosive, traumatic thing she'd ever witnessed. Now it seemed passe. She had been reamed violently in the ass and found the experience sensual and exciting. Her cunt had been fucked by dicks, and tongues and fingers and dildos. They all felt good inside her cunny and she was able to climax with all of them. She had also performed sex with two men simultaneously and been forced to drink a man's hot pee. She even liked those things.
So she was more curious than anything else about the man carefully undressing in her bedroom. She could not see his face because she was tied face down to the bed. He was a decent looking man, she remembered, who had thick, horn rimmed glasses and wore a three piece suit. Even carried a small, attach� case so Jill assumed he was a business man or sold insurance. Something along those lines.
Her hands and feet were tied to the bedpost with silk neckties. She remembered the drive-in movie where the naked man in a red tie said, "I don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as long as you suck my cock!"
He seemed like a nice man to her, and if he got thrills by tying up woman. Then that was okay. Another sex thrill, a way to have fun, she thought.
The man whose name she'd forgot brought his hand under her cunt and applied a thick gob of Vaseline to her sex, greasing her right up to her asshole. He's going to butt fuck me, she thought. That's nice, I like it shoved in my rectum. It's almost as good as my cunny.
"We're going to have some fun, aren't we?" said her love partner. He was out of his suit and stood before her, giving Jill a good look at his face for the first time.
"I hope so. I'll do anything you want," she replied. Nice looking man, she thought, perhaps I should tell him the tied bonds are not necessary.
The man worked his hand into, her cunny and stroked back and forth across her clit.
"Yaaaaa!" she moaned, pumping her hips. Her whole channel seemed on fire and she readied her asshole for the plunge of his dick.
Instead, Jill felt the sharp sting of leather brought down against her butt. "Ow! What are you doing?" she implored. The leather thongs came down hard again, this time across the inside of her thigh. "Owwwwwww! Don't whip me."
But whipping was exactly what he had in mind.
Grabbing his cock, now stiff with excitement, the strange man in the horn rims covered her body with the stinging hand whip. Again and again he brought the tong down against her flesh, raising small dark red welts against her body. Jill screamed out in pain, desperately pulling on the silken bonds that held her to the bed.
God I must escape! He wants to kill me! she thought. She lunged and twisted her hips, rolling partially to one side to avoid the painful stroke. The whip came down gently, the tip striking her on the clit.
"Aaarrrgh!" Twice more, before she could move, the whip found its way into her private parts, once on the parted cunt face and again in the pink ravine of her ass channel.
Oh gracious that feels wonderful, she thought, afraid to admit her discovery out loud. The gentle lashing continued and more of the painful strokes found their way to sensitive parts.
Strangely, she anticipated the strokes and hunched her ass channel or turned her breasts to feel the stinging source of pleasure.
"As you can see, Jill, getting punished is not all that bad," said the man. He put the whip away in the brief case for not every day did he have a willing victim like Jill and he didn't want to get carried away, putting her in the hospital.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she cried, the tremor in her voice telling of sweet, unspoken rewards.
The lover did not answer but climb in between her legs and stroked her fertile slit. His balls were hard and straining. He was terrified himself having never anal fucked a woman before. But the chance was there and it was now or never. She cringed as he bent forward, her thighs tightening up to obscure her twat. He paid no notice. His finger rammed in and out of Jill's hot twat. Jill screamed as his finger penetrated tender flesh, then her hips slowly undulated to the steady in and out rhythm.
"Oooooo!!!! Fuck me, god almighty fuck me!" her cunt felt weepy with delight following the terrifying whipping. She wanted to suck down his pecker, but was afraid to ask him anything. The finger throbbed in her pussy and was quickly joined by a second thrusting finger up her asshole!
"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" she yelled. She squirmed and hunched her sex orifices against the tiny shafts reaming her body. "Oh great fucking come! STICK YOUR COCK IN!"
The drooling mouths of her cunt and asshole refused to let him go. The channel walls collapsed against his fingers and aromatic oils washed out the slots. He studied the object of his desires, the pink ring of bunched ass muscles. Spreading her cheeks wide he watched the muscle kneading together like a tiny mouth chewing sustenance.
His hardened cock dragged through the valley of her asscheeks to the pit of her bunghole. Placing the tip against the sucking muscle, he pushed with his hips.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" Her butt cheeks shuttered against his cock. But the closing action only pushed his passion to the brink. Now he would funnel his tool into that smelly crack and ream her out until his come mixed with her heavenly shit and shot out her tube!
His prick in position, he lunged her hips, shooting the wedge shaped face between her greased butt cheeks and into the pink slit.
Jill screamed!
"Coming in!" be bellowed hunching and bucking. The prick refused to budge. Then the muscles irised out and the shaft slipped into her void.
So fast had he entered, that the sensation of hot ass meat surrounding his pole had not registered. He withdrew part way, then rammed his dick into boiling ass.
"It's good! It's better than I thought" he said at length. His hips thrust forward, retreating again, then thrusting once more. Her channel was hot and tight and brimming with sexual stimulation.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. The torrid pecker leaving a terrible of channel grease across the inside of her rump cheeks. He's in me and out of me and all round at the same instant, she thought. She was going to come again, but she paid little attention. She had something new and strange to contemplate. For she was truly liberated as the stick in her butt brought her closer to sexual fulfillment. There are no boundaries left for me, I have conquered sex, she thought. I am afraid of nothing, not my father, not perversion, not my conscience. I can enjoy sex all the time without guilt!
"I'm coming, bitch!" screamed the man in her asshole. His sweating stick pounded home its sticky announcement. HE WAS SHOOTING JUICE!
"Yes! God heavenly yes! Fill me with your male juice!" Jill tightened her butt and let the dreamy waves of her orgasm ripple its fetid, stinking alarm. Her channel flesh clamped tightly shut and the sticky cum sluiced out her butt channel.
"Cumming! Yes, dear I'm coming right now!" she howled as their hips rocked silently together in exquisite pleasure.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"No, not that," cried Jill. She had been punished and abused, but fear of her sanity had never threatened. Until now!
Jill twisted hopelessly against the neckties which secured her to the bed. The silk cut into her wrists and ankles stopping the circulation. Her struggle to free herself only drained what little energy she had left.
"Don't you want to know something about me?" said Ben Davidson dropping his massive weight to the bedside.
She did not. Her full attention was riveted on the object in his hand; a foot long stainless steel rod with two wicked prongs protruding from one end. It was the same terrible device that Benny had rammed in her cunt.
"Oh, yes. This is a dildo," said Davidson, following her staring eyes. "It's very much like the smaller version you carry in your purse, but stronger and more powerful."
And how! She still felt the after shock of that terrible device hugging the sleeve of her cunt, jolting her senseless. I should die first before that thing gets inside me again, she thought. How on earth did I get trapped inside with this sex crazy monster! Whoever this man was, Jill knew he was horrible and vile and that her sanity depended upon her getting free.
"Please, mister, don't" she pleaded. "Let me up. Don't do it."
The fat man grinned, her urgent pleadings not deterring him from greasing her cunt down.
"But I must," he said. "I've paid Benny $200 for this pleasure. And I'll think you'll find the pleasure very rewarding."
Both the girl's vagina and asshole were dilated from previous penetrations and finding room inside her pleasure hole would prove no problem.
A scarlet rash had broken out on Jill's chest. Goosebumps covered her flush skin and her red nipples stood out like metal thimbles. Davidson rubbed the quivering flesh of her thighs and lifted her gently up by the abdomen.
"I'll pay you more," she pleaded, as her body left the mattress. "Any amount you want."
"That's quite unnecessary," Davidson said. "I have plenty of money. It's you that I'm after."
Holding her erect, Davidson gripped the metal dildo and parted her slit, working the pronged head neatly into the void, allowing the lubricant to take hold and facilitate entry.
Jill was sweating and heaving and groaning as the tubular artificial cock slid up her channel. The tool had sparked her volcanic hole as no penis ever had. Benny, having no experience with the dildo, had used it crudely. Yet her whole body shook from the orgasm it produced within her. And the man at her bedside obviously knew what he was doing, by the way he inserted the instrument.
The twelve inches was firmly imbedded with in her cunt. So only a tiny nub remained visible. Operated by high energy batteries, the artificial cock could continue to function up to twenty minutes, more than enough time for what Davidson had in mind.
"Lay back and enjoy yourself, dear," he advised. "I promise you, this will be the greatest thrill of your life." He flicked the switch.
"Ooooooooo! Gracious, almighty!!" The slow buzzing vibrator turned her slot into a smoldering furnace. It felt like a cock licking at her cunny, yet the sensation did not subside. Jill groaned under its evil delight. Her hips gyrated and humped, instinctively, piston stroking the fucking machine.
"Help me! Take it out! Pleeeeaseeeee!" Cunt juice poured out and around the trapped invader, but the dildo continued to play its fitful music.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets and the lights dimmed into blackness. Only the whirring dildo and the hideous laugh of its owner reminded her of the awful room.
"That beautiful snatch must feel right nice about now," roared Davidson. The squirming, wiggling mass of humanity was all the answer he needed. She was coming every second. And the dildo wasn't even turned to full strength.
Eight years of working night shifts at Acme Electric had paid off. Of course, his job was not making dildos that drove young girls crazy. As an engineer, he was paid for inventing washing machine parts. The dildo was something he had worked on in his spare time. And then on a full time basis when he was laid off.
"Uuuuuggghh!! Take it out of me!" she screamed. Her whole being was concentrated on the awful thing inside her pulsating slot. It felt like a squirrel eating her insides. A vibrating sensation so powerful that it made her want to fuck and cry at the same instant.
She spread out her legs and thrust up and down the bed, rubbing her belly against the sweat stain sheets. A trickle of cum juice dribbled continuously from her cunt. And her smell! Her juice reeked of unknown delights, a thick savory sex sauce that coated her mound and her butt hole.
"Don't fight, my lovely," he coaxed. "Lay back and enjoy by my little invention. I promise you will feel much better."
I am an animal, she thought, a fucking, rotten slut of an animal.
She imagined her father again kneeling over her mother. "Take it you fucking slut! Let him shove his cock up your asshole!" she screamed. Now she was no better than her parents that night when daddy had a yen for some ass fucking.
For she was tied to an infernal machine that filled her hole with endless jolts of sex. It was awful and she deserved whatever happened to her, thought Jill. Kill me and be done with it, that would be the easy way out. But for Jill Watson, death seemingly would come from the very sexual excesses that plagued her mind. She would be fucked and fucked until her mind and her soul disintegrated into the very cum jelly that plopped from her cunt.
Davidson smiled with contentment. He reached again between the young girl's legs and turned off the dildo. Her physical strength amazed him. She had withstood the terrible sensation of his infernal fucking machine longer than any other of his subjects.
"No more!" she begged him. "I can't stand another second." In truth, she was nowhere near the end of her stamina. She'd conditioned her well exercised body to climax against a man's organ and then revived itself almost immediately. The color returned to her pouting face. The tears dried in her eyes and most importantly her cunny reformed itself.
She'll be ready for me, thought Davidson, her old lusty, wanton self seeking my domination.
Slumped down on the bed sheets, her breasts heaving for oxygen, Jill was aware of her wetness. A symmetrical stain spotted the sheets, its dampness sending a shiver up her spine. She still inhaled the pungent smells of her body's passion. The sweet odor of cum juice mixed with the pungent fragrance of her butt lubricant. Like other wild animals, Jill had her own smell which she excreted when it came time to mate.
Her smell permeated the room's hushed stillness. Her panting and gasping echoed quietly and it seemed for a moment, that the awful man had left her tied up and alone.
But that was not to be for at that very instant, a gentle hand slid once more onto her body and caressed her buttocks. His hand glided along her ass cheeks and up the small of her back. It felt good to be treated like a woman once again. Jill relaxed. The messaging continued for several minutes until, she was entirely at ease. Then Davidson's fingers dove into fetid ravine parting her ass cheeks.
"I'm getting horny for you," he said, rubbing her silken, red colored skin. "I can sit and diddle with you all day, but I'm really horny for some nice, sexy fun."
Jill did not know what he had in mind. All that mattered to her ravished mind was for him not to stop messaging her butt. Davidson scooped another handful of greasy lubricant and spread her asshole to the top.
The squishy, viscous goo found its way into her ass channel, inflaming her rectum.
"Ooooooo. Thick and creamy, just the way it's supposed to be," she commented. Yet his real purpose had not sunk into her brain. She thought Davidson was going to ass fuck her and she was all hot and set to feel his prick slide into her hole. Instead, however, she experienced the cold, numbing shaft of the metal dildo punching her ass muscle apart.
"Dear, God! Not in there!" Jill thrashed and pressed her ass cheeks together. But without success as Davidson guided the artificial penis neatly into her rectum.
"You'll kill me. Dirty, fucking perverted son-of-a-bitch," she screamed.
Davidson probed the shaft into her, the thick grease popping audibly as the club penetrated.
"This will drive you crazy," he chuckled, clicking on the switch. "Going right through the fucking roof!"
Benny was disconsolate. He had come out almost ahead almost three hundred bucks, but he still felt oddly unhappy as if life had cheated him out of its just rewards. He might comforted himself with the satisfying thought of sexing the girl with come and pee and then turning around and selling her for a handsome profit. But as he walked down the hallway, dreaming behind every door lurked another sex crazy woman, Benny wished that he had not relinquished the girl so quickly. There were still plenty of fun ways to have sex. Just thinking about her ripe honey pot or his come shoot-ting into her mouth, made him mad. The dildo he'd borrowed from Davidson was utterly useless. He had a limitless supply of sex appeal. He didn't need a flimsy gadget to make a woman beg for his cock!
Lost in his thoughts, Benny didn't see Sweeney come out of his room. Too late, the biology teacher gripped him by the shoulder and spun him around.
"Where's that girl you promised," Sweeney threatened. The little man cringed as he dug in his fingers. Benny was a first rate creep who had supplied girls to everyone except himself and he was not going to be sleighed. Not by Benny certainly!
Benny cringed as Sweeney drew back his fist ready to mash his broken face into pulp. He forgot about the sex crazed girl and the enormous fat faced Texas working on her cunny at that very instant. "Upstairs, Room 525" he said. Sweeney relaxed his hand and let Benny slip away. He had no use for the half baked turd and if his advice was wrong, he could always come back and finish the little bastard off. His dick was big enough and hard enough to satisfy any sex hungry chick. Even if he had to share her that was all right with him. So long as his meat found a way into her hot cunny, everything was jake! With the same lusty enthusiasm he used to instruct his biology classes, Sweeney skipped off down the hall, his cock primed and his mind set on a good evening's fun.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Noooooooo!" she begged. "Dear God! Not this!" Her shouts of anguish reverberated inside the suite. But located far from the other and insulated walls prevents her screams from reaching the other hotel guests. So her frantic behavior was largely spent for the benefit of her captor.
Davidson was enjoying himself immensely. His patented dildo was crammed as far into her asshole as it would go, where it vibrated its tingly message to every atom of her passion soaked flesh.
Wonderful pleasure poured through Jill's cunt and with devastating effect. The dildo sucked at her strength, pulling her vitality like a magnet to the center of her rectum. She was all bitch and all cunt and most important she was all slave to the steel cock throbbing in her bunghole.
"You do love it, don't you," said Davidson, proud of the progress his young nymph was making.
"Christ No! I'm coming unglued," she gasped. "I think ... I'm ... coming . .. yes! . .. COM-MMMMING!" Her words again shattering the eerie stillness.
Davidson watched, amazed. Her hips moved rigidly away from the sopping wet mattress, rising as if pulled by magic strings, then suddenly coming alive, shaking and humping and gyrating their animal mating dance.
Davidson watched the girl work through her orgasm and when she fell once more to the bed, exhausted by the rigors of sex, he was ready.
"You think coming is all there is to sex, don't you?" he asked her. He unzipped his pants exposing his cock. Jill looked up drunkenly at the erect penis before her face. He's big as his fucking machine, she thought. . .Look at all the prick. And he's going to use it... on me!
He stood before her and ran the cock tip around her forehead and down along her cheek. When he glided before her mouth, her tongue lashed out catching the foreskin with a quick, darting blow.
"That's the idea," Davidson howled. His gimpy friend Benny had been right on the money. This chick would do anything for sex. Under different conditions, he would stick by his plan and keep her tied down until he's finished sexing her hole. But this girl was not the ordinary run of the mill hooker, spreading reamed out cunt holes for twenty bucks a crack. She enjoyed the sexing more than the money. So Davidson unfastened her bonds around her wrists.
"Who are you anyway?" she asked.
David chuckled. Indeed who was he! "A scientist. A research scientist, really," he lied. "Interested in sex."
"Like a doctor," she asked. "One of those sex researchers." She never suspected that an intelligent, well educated man would be interested in doing the awful things to her body. But in the past few days Jill had witnessed her father reaming out mother's asshole, and Jeff Stevens gang fucking her in a bathroom, not to mention Benny's golden shower back at her room. She'd seen a lot of surprising things in a short time period.
But none of the men in her life had ever excited her body in the way this overweight slob did. Jamming her sex portal with his wonder stick sent her into a screaming frenzy. And he had only just begun.
"YOU must promise not to stop your experiments," she said. "I will do what you ask. I'll be your slave and will not hesitate to take your machine into my cunt or my asshole. I'll suck you and fuck you and excite you!! Please, all I ask is that you not leave me!"
Davidson thought the girl foolish to think he'd leave her. Not with his cock bleating like a fucking ram! He was not surprised by her about-face, for his sex dildo had done strange things to the minds of women. Bondage and humiliation, the two prerequisites to successful brainwashing, were the key to his success in sex. She was broken in spirit, her mind and body like putty ready for his molding and structuring.
To give Jill something to keep her occupied, he decided on some dick sucking. He asked her opinion.
"Oh, can I please you!" she giggled. She grabbed his shaft and frigged the drooping skin sheathing his member. "Cocksucking is more than just sticking a prick in your mouth and eating and sucking until juice jets out. You frig the cock good like I'm doing here. That way your nuts get hot and steamy."
The girl knew her way around a man's prick, thought Davidson. It really felt good to feel her womanhood touch his cock.
"Sucking is hard too. I tighten my lips once you're inside and lick and suck with quick tongue movements. And while licking and sucking, you pump your hips so the cock goes in and out, like you're fucking my mouth. That's how a blowjob is supposed to be given!"
Davidson liked that. And he liked the way she talked, her gutter language exciting the more repressed portions of his mind. Certainly she could frig his cock well enough!
Jill worked him to a desired level of excitement, then plunged his penis through her parted mouth.
"Whaaaa Hooooo!" he roared. He was dizzy with excitement. Spontaneously he bucked his hips to the tunnel like hole in Jill's sucking face. Her tongue coated his prick with long, lashing strokes and his balls went wild when she stroked his scrotum. In and out his prick went, hard in time with her mouth sucking.
Jill loved his penis and almost went bananas sucking him down. The dildo was wedged tightly in her cunny and her sexual thoughts center naturally upon this wonderful sex object. "Please turn it on again," she cried. "Make it buzz in my asshole ... I want to go higher than I've ever done before!"
The intensity of her excitement was clearly expressed in the way she gobbled up his penis. The crazy Texas inventor realized that if he did not remove his cock from her mouth soon, he would not have the energy, much less the come, to finish off his experiment. Reluctantly he retreated from her face.
Jill was hot for some good sexing. She tightened up her asshole around the dildo and raised her eager hips. "Oh, please! I want it... have to have it . .. right away . . . just give it to me hard as possible!!"
Davidson looked at the round curve of her buttocks. So beautiful and wonderful to have under my command, he thought. This urged him into action, the throbbing tip wanting to find a home within her cunt lips.
He lay his great weight on the sagging mattress and raised young Jill above his erect cock, ready to sink into her twat.
He stroked her sopping cunt, reaming her soft hole with his finger tip. This was the first time he'd fucked a girl while subjecting her asshole to his crazy dildo. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but his cock throbbing for fun pushed him on.
"Yesssss!!! ... Ready ... Fucking ready!" Jill lowered herself down on the standing cock. The tip probed about, then finding her juicy entrance, parted her slot and Jill brought her full weight down, jamming her cunt with hard cock.
"Ohhhhh God!" Restricted by the neckties cutting into her ankles, Jill punched her hips, her mound ground against her dick sprout, sucking his stem, searching out his manhood.
Davidson was wildly excited and his fat body shook with outrageous joy. She squirmed her thighs and tightened her inner grip while he flopped back into the mattress, letting her cunt do the work.
God she was wet! And their lovemaking had only just begun. Her ripe, sex fruit gushed its fertile reward upon his pubic mound, lathering his crotch with the sweet perfume of her hole.
Her hips were churning and she was just beginning to savor her just rewards when it came time to feel even more manly sex plowing her sex field.
His come was boiling up and he wanted to feel what really hot sexing was like before he came. Reaching between her pumping thighs into the flapping flesh of her hunching ass cheeks, Davidson located the switch and flipped it on. A terrible hot flame roared through Jill's asshole, a horrible pain so big and all consuming that it seemed she would split in half.
AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!
Down the deserted hallway, Sweeney heard the savage scream. It was loud and intense, unlike anything he'd heard before. It sounded like a jungle beast roaring about, free from human captivity. He desperately wanted to run away, and he would have except his savage desire for sex pushed him on. Somewhere on the floor was the girl Benny had promised. And he was going to find her and strip off her clothes and fuck her savagely.
Another scream. This time a man's scream! He raced to the room 402. Christ, what was going on that would cause such anguished yelling. He tried the door. Locked. Suddenly another brutal scream and this came from inside. His cock was enormously stiff and whatever was going on inside, he wanted part of. His shoulder hit the door with a crash, splintering of wood. The momentum carried him half way across the room almost careening him off the shaking bed.
His sexual and physical energy brought to a peak, Sweeney stared at the sight before him, his thoughts scrambled with lust, anger and rage.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" Jill's body rose up, shaking, bucking and thrusting madly. Her orgasm careened about her insides like an atomic reactor gone crazy. Her eyes stared at Sweeney's disbelieving face, her nose running snot, her tender mouth drooling slime. "Fuuuuccck!" No longer a woman, Jill was an animal. A squealing, screaming, fuck crazy animal that wanted sex so badly that she'd do anything-eat, suck, fuck- anything to get it.
"What is going on!" he yelled, but she did not hear him. Only sex was the only thing she answered to. He watched her cunt slamming against the wilted cock beneath her, its salty cum message splatted across her stomach and across his crotch. The fat man's face looked up at him through the bars. The wide open mouth snarled an angry warning while the thick, red tongue lolled to the side. Over thick bushy eyebrows stared his sightless blue eyes. Sweeney did not know him. But in his 10 years of college and medical school he'd never seen a deader man, than the fat, slobbering mass under Jill's pumping body.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" She continued to hump and buck her hips caught up in her own frenzied world, oblivious to the dead man or to Sweeney.
She had felt the come jangle in her cunt box like brass bells, and she liked the sound, wanted more. Had to have more sex. Her lips churned their ancient rhythm and her piercing screams were directed now at Sweeney.
"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE!! FUCK ME GOOOOD!"
Sweeney could not see the hell of the dildo protruding from her ass channel. But if he had known about the buzzing intruder, it would have made little difference in his actions.
The little, innocent girl who had tantalized his fantasies for most of the school year lay naked before him, her legs tied to an ancient bed and her supple body screaming for the very thing he so much wanted to give her.
He unzipped his fly. Her mouth lunged up at his cock like a giant fish taking bait. The zipper parted, his penis shot forward.
"In the mouth, cunt!" he screamed. "Once I've come in your mouth, then we go to other places."
A still hush came over them. He hunched his prick and Jill sucked. Her lips felt so good around his fiery cock. He thrust again, more cock churning into her throat. Oh, her sweet tongue was nice lapping and sucking, he thought. His prick advanced with a jerking roll of his hips, the soaking wet shaft half way home.
Jill performed by instinct. She did not recognize Sweeney, but the long meat tube jerking in and out of her face tasted good. And her easy pulsating went well with the buzzing in her ass channel. Her mouth was moving rapidly baring down on the prick, sucking deep for the juices laying within.
Sweeney groaned. His nuts felt like boiled eggs. He wanted to come badly, he wanted to shoot his weeping dick into her face and catch the residue drippings of his hands His days in Vietnam were coming back. The wonderful B-girls in their tiny skirts, eager for Yankee greenbacks. Tiny, doll like creatures with small, inviting cunts that never seem to quit. He loved Orientals. They did everything asked of them and then some.
He felt the same way about the nymph hosing his cock. He loved her too, loved her mouth, loved the way she went for his come fluid. And he was fucking hard, very hard. His dick pounded her sopping mouth with savage insistence. He lunged and heaved and bucked his hips a thousand ways corkscrewing his throbbing dick into every soft crevice.
And Jill didn't quit. Exhausted from her vigor, drained of her juice and her sex, she rose to the occasion. The dildo prodded her asshole as her mouth reached out-hot and wet-to suckle Sweeney's shaft.
"COMMING!" Sweeney was on fire. He stoked her gobbling lips and her drool only excited him to greater heights.
"COMMING!!"
Jill's cunt came alive. Her whole face roared with sex. Her asshole smeared with blood set the pace while her mouth sucked and her cunt constricted.
"COMMING COMMMING! AAAIIIEEE!" Hips reared back, prick hard and erect, muscle tight as piano wire, Sweeney sank into her mouth in final, jolting thrusts.
The hot come swelled and burst into a flowing, hot running bath inside Jill's mouth. She gulped and swallowed and still the semen flowed.
Hips arched forward, Sweeney let her eat his dick. It rippled with the explosion of juice and the sucking of mouth coming together in one place.
Through the broken door came Kevin, Jill and Jeff, following the grunts and screams echoing through the hallway.
"Hey, what the fuck is this," said Kevin. Sweeney, only half back in reality could not explain it.
Sweeney pulled his limp dick from Jill's mouth. Kevin watched as a spindle of come dribbled down, soon followed by another. The terrible pain suddenly came alive in her asshole.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" her body convulsed as another orgasm spread through her body. Kevin ran to the bed and took the whole, ghastly sight in: the blood, the death, the whirring machine in her asshole, the come and the sweat befouling her body. He glared murderously at Sweeney, blaming him for the entire deed.
"Now wait a minute, kid," Sweeney pleaded backing up. "This is not my doing."
"Comming!" said Jill weakly from the bed. She coughed on the semen trapped in her windpipe. "Comming again."
There was only one thing to do. And that was to kill Sweeney. Kevin backed him against the window, his blood boiling in his veins.
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear," said Sweeney. Then before Kevin could touch him, a funny thing happened. Sweeney's wiry little body lifted suddenly in the air. All eyes were transfixed as the slow motion morality play reached its fitful conclusion. Sweeney screamed once. His body slumped, jerked as if shaken by an enormous arm, then fell backward, crashing once as he fell through the glass window and again when he smashed into the cement pavement six stories below.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The lights were dim, but not too dim for Jill to see her surroundings. Everything looked so different. The walls were white and clean and the bed she lay on was firm and comfortable. Her arm hurt from the intravenous needle, but otherwise she felt okay if not a little sleepy. She couldn't feel anything, like walking in a dream. Jill yawned. At the foot of the bed were several people whose features she had difficulty in distinguishing. They all smiled so they must befriends, she thought. Then a man dressed in white approached the bed and in his hand was a long needle. The needle jabbed into her skin with almost no sensation. Jill closed her eyes.
Watching the doctor administer the injection were Kevin and Jill. They smiled and were tempted to rush to her bedside, when Jill's eyes batted open. But the doctor advised against such a move. Even under the heavy sedation, their presence might jar her memory. Better to leave her to rest for several days.
"Doctor, how long will it be?" asked Kevin.
Doctor Mead looked up from his clip board and gently led Kevin and his beautiful companion away into his consultation room.
"It's hard to say," he said. "Until we see the extent of her damage. She's been through a lot you know."
Kevin shuttered. No telling how long she had been trapped on the upper floor. Or how many men had been to bed with her.
"The brain is a remarkable part of the body," Dr. Mead continued. "It can take a lot of punishment, before cracking up. I think she has a very good chance of making a full recovery."
"I do hope so," said Jill, gripping Kevin's arm. He gave her cheek a light kiss. Even though he no longer loved her, Kevin did hope Jill would make a full recovery.
"Rest and relaxation," he said. "The old R and R will do it for her."
The police still had some questions about Sweeney's "accidental" death, but Kevin had learned his story to the last detail. Besides, he never had pushed him, just intimidated Sweeney until he fell over the ledge. Now with Jill safely inside .the mental hospital, he could go back to the room with Jill and have a much deserved rest.
"One last thing," said Dr. Mead. "This was found in Miss Watson's possession by an orderly when admitted to the emergency room."
They both stared at Dr. Mead. He held forward an oblong, cigar shaped device wrapped in a cloth napkin. Mead watched with practiced impartiality, glancing at Jill then at Kevin; Jill's heart raced within her breast. For in those few crazy seconds before Sweeney's death she had seen the dildo stub sticking from Jill Watson's rectum, and had pulled it free. Somehow Jill had gotten it back in the confusion, perhaps even jammed the dildo back up her bleeding hole.
The smell sickened her at first. The stick, having pulled it from its lodgings, was a creamy brown color, a mixture of the girl's cum and her own shit.
God, it had smelled awful. And she could never forget, Jill screaming as the dildo was pulled free of her asshole. The poor deranged girl actually wanted the dildo back, so she could LICK IT CLEAN!
For a terrifying moment, Jill thought that Dr. Mead was giving back the device the way he had gotten it. Silly, she thought, hospitals are so sanitary.
Kevin looked impassively at the wrapped package. "Doesn't mean much to us," he said. "Throw it away if you like."
"No!" Jill almost screamed. She took the dildo from Dr. Mead and put it in her purse. "That's fine, doctor, and thank you very much."
They left shaking hands. But as they walked out to the front where a cab waited for them, Kevin turned and asked, "What do you have there?"
"An invention," she answered coolly. "A hobby for lonely women."
