The alarm on the bedside table started its shrill cry. Another day was about to begin.
Jill could see the morning sun just coming over the horizon. She knew without looking that the clock said 5:45. She always woke at the same time.
Jill allowed herself a minute or two to get ready for the chill of the bedroom. She and Jeff, her husband, both liked sleeping in a cold room, so the heat was set very low in the winter months.
Bracing herself for the cold, Jill tossed back the covers and put her feet on the cold floor. The room was carpeted, but even that got cold in the winter. Jill stood next to the bed and looked over at her sleeping husband.
Jeff was a computer programmer for Data Tech. He was able to work his own hours, as long as the work got done on time.
Today, Saturday, Jeff would probably go in to work to finish a program that had been haunting him for several weeks. Jill guessed he would be up and out of the house by nine. She would have most of the day to amuse herself, alone.
Jill walked quickly across the cold carpet to the bathroom. She closed the door and started the water on full hot. It took several minutes for the water to warm up, but once it was warm, the room filled with steam. Jill gave up trying to admire her body in the now-steamy mirror, and stepped into the hot shower. She had to turn the dial toward cold before she could stand the temperature.
Jill grabbed the bar of soap and began to lather her body. She paid extra attention to her tits. They were her most prized possession. Jill had a 38-24-34 body and her D-cup tits were the best she had to offer. She had never had any complaints about her tits, or anything else, for that matter.
After washing every inch Of her body, Jill stood under the hot water and let it spray on her. It was a great way to wake up. After what seemed like hours, Jill turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. The room was full of steam.
Jill grabbed a towel off the hanger and toweled herself dry. She folded the towel and replaced it on the rack.
She had come into the bathroom totally naked, and that was exactly the way she left.
She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom in a cloud of steam. One glance at the bed told her that Jeff had gotten up. He hadn't made the bed, but at least he was out of it. That was a start, Jill crossed the room to her little three-drawer dresser and opened the top. The drawer was filled with underwear and assorted sex-toys. She looked longingly at a vibrator, and told herself maybe later.
Jill decided against the binding feel of a bra, and chose not to wear one. She slipped on a sheer pair of silk panties. The bottom drawer held a faded pair of jeans, and the closet offered a cut-off sweatshirt. The shirt was loose and baggy, so nobody would know that her tits were bare underneath.
Jill left the bedroom and started her search through the house for Jeff.
The house had two floors. Bedrooms and bathroom on the top floor, kitchen, living room and Jeffs office on the main floor.
Coming down the stairs, Jill saw a light on in the kitchen.
"Morning, love, have a good night's sleep?" Jill asked.
"Not really," Jeff said. "Spent the whole night thinking about that program at work. I think 111 go in today to see if I can finish it up."
"I kinda thought you'd do that."
"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. Did you have something planned for us today?"
"No, not really. There's always tomorrow. I would like to get up to the mountains to see the leaves turning before it gets too late."
"That sounds good. As long as we don't get too high. I know the high country has already gotten some snow. I'll try to finish things up today, and we'll take a couple days and go up."
"Promise?" Jill asked.
"You know I can't promise anything. I said I'll try, and I will. After that I can't do any more. I will promise to go to the mountains when I get finished. That may be today, and it may be Tuesday."
"Okay, give it your best shot," Jill encouraged.
"Did you have any place special you wanted to go?" Jeff asked.
"Of course! You should know better than to ask a silly question like that," Jill chided.
"I see."
Jeff finished his breakfast and returned to the bedroom to get ready for work.
Jill fixed a piece of toast and contemplated an entire day to be spent without Jeff. What to do? .
Jill was still contemplating her day when Jeff came back to kiss her on the lips. Then he left.
Jill decided to put the day to good use. She walked to the stove. Taped to the cupboard door above the range hood was a list of projects to be done before winter set in.
Jill glanced over the list of jobs to be done. Most of them were very unappealing. Some were even gross.
She decided on winterizing the pool.
The swimming pool had been her idea and Jeff had said it would be a pain in the ass. He had been right. *
Every winter it was the same thing. Drag out the heavy, dusty cover and put it over the pool. The cover had a ring that had to be filled with water and a blower that had to be hooked up to keep the bubble inflated. That allowed for swimming in the winter, and kept the pool from freezing.
Jill went out the back door and walked toward the shed that housed the pool supplies and filters. She opened the door and saw the pool cover in a heap in the corner, where she and Jeff had thrown it last spring. It was dusty and filthy.
She grabbed a handful of the plastic cover and dragged it out onto the lawn. The dust billowed up and filled the pool equipment shed. Jill started to unfold the cover and straighten it out on the lawn next to the pool.
"Hey, Mrs. Morgan. Whatcha doin'?" came a boyish voice from over the back fence.
She turned to see Walt Forester, the neighbor kid, staring at her.
Jill had always had the hots for Walt. He was nineteen and she was twenty-eight. She had always thought herself perverse for having the hots for a kid. An adult should have better sense than that, she told herself.
"Oh, hi, Walt; I'm just trying to cover the pool for the winter. Of course by the time I get this cover straightened out, it will be winter."
"Would you like some help?" Walt asked.
"No thanks, Walt. I'll manage," Jill said, secretly hating herself.
Help was exactly what she both wanted and needed. And Walt was as good as anybody to help her. Maybe even better than some. Walt was a real hunk.
"Well, if you're sure you don't need any help. . ."
Shit! Jill could have screamed! What kind of a stupid fucking thing was that to say? It was too late now to ask for his help. Oh well.
But then she heard a rattle as Walt vaulted over the fence.
"I know you don't need any help, but I have nothing else to do today. So I'm going to help you whether you need it or not," the youth said, grinning.
"Well, if you put it that way." Jill gave an almost, audible sigh of relief.
"What would youlike me to do first, Mrs. Morgan?" Walt asked, standing over the dusty pool cover.
Jill fought the urge to tell Walt exactly what she wanted him to do. And what she really wanted him to do was to get naked and fuck her. "Well, let's get this dusty thing stretched out alongside the pool. And if you're going to help me, please don't call me Mrs. Morgan. It makes me feel so old. How about calling me Jill?" "Okay, Jill it is!"
Jill grabbed a corner of the plastic pool cover and dragged it the length of the pool. Walt took hold of an opposite corner and stretched the cover out to its full length.
"Now let's see if we can stretch this thing over the pool without getting wet," Jill instructed. As Walt bent to grab a corner of the cover, Jill's eyes bored into him. She examined him from head to toe, as she had done on several occasions before.
This kid was beautiful, she decided. His youthful muscles rippled under the white tee-shirt he was wearing. His hips were slim and his legs were strong. Everything considered, Walt could probably fuck Jill until she screamed. What a thought!
Jill and Walt each took a corner of the cover and dragged it across the pool. The task went much easier with two people, as Jill had known it would. The cover was soon over the pool. The only thing left to do was fill the weight ring with water and hook up the air pump to keep the big bubble inflated.
"What's next, Jill?" Walt asked.
"See that fitting by your left foot?" Jill asked. "Hook the hose to that and turn the water on. That will fill this plastic channel with water so the cover won't blow away."
Jill watched as Walt turned to search for the garden hose. She got a nice view of Walt's ass as he bent to pick up the end of the hose. What a fuck he would be!
Walt attached the end of the hose to the water channel on the pool cover and turned the water on.
Jill found the air pump and started to drag it across the lawn. It was too heavy for her to lift. She had traveled less than twenty feet when Walt met her to lend a hand.
"Here, Jill. Let me get that for you. You'll hurt yourself."
"Thanks, Walt."
Jill watched as Walt bent at the waist, picked the air pump up and carried it to the far side of the pool. There was a tube attached to the pump that plugged into the pool cover. This tube relayed the air from the pump to the domelike air bubble. The pump was electric and had a pressure sensor built in to monitor the air pressure inside the plastic bubble. Once started, the pump and sensor were fully automatic.
"Check that water hose, would you, Walt?" Jill asked while she attached the pump to the cover.
"Looks like we have enough water in there to hold it down," Walt said as he walked to the faucet.
Jill turned the air pump on and watched as the plastic dome started to inflate with air and lift off of the surface of the pool water. The pump worked for almost ten minutes before shuttingitself off. The air bubble was full. Now anyone could go swimming and not be bothered by the cold and snow that was to come in the months ahead.
"Well, Walt, that looks like it'll do. Thanks for your help," Jill said, frantically searching her mind for a reason to keep Walt and his fantastic body around. "Hey, in thanks for your help, how would you like to come in for a cup of coffee or something?"
As if reading Jill's mind, Walt said: "Sure! But how about a Coke or an iced tea instead?"
"No problem. Follow me."
Jill led the way to the kitchen. She fished out two cans of Coke and set one on the table in front of Walt.
"Want a glass?" she offered.
"No, thanks,"
Jill decided it was time to see what Walt was made of.
She sat in a chair opposite Walt. She was two feet away from his wondering eyes. Jill bent at the waist to tie her shoes, which was already tied. She untied it and retied it. She took her time about it, to give Walt a chance to stare down her shirt if he so chose. Jill had an idea to catch Walt. She reached for her other shoe and untied it. Suddenly, she looked up into Walt's eyes. He was staring.
"See something you like?" Jill questioned, wearing the most innocent expression she could muster.
Walt's face turned red as he stammered for a reply. "Well, ah . . . well, gee, I'm sorry. Maybe I better be going."
Walt started to rise from his chair, forgetting his can of Coke.
"Hey, Walt. No problem. A woman likes to know she has something that men admire. Fm flattered!" Then, to ease the mounting tension, Jill made a suggestion. "How about a swim?"
"That would be fun," Walt said. "Let me jump the fence and get my swimsuit. I'll be right back."
He started for the door.
Jill had a wild idea and decided it was now or never. The swim idea had been a tension-breaker. What Jill really wanted was to have Walt fuck her brains out.
Just as Walt reached the door, Jill asked: "Why waste your time?"
Walt stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly to face Jill. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me. I saw the way you were admiring my tits. Wouldn't you like to see them bare in the water?"
"Shouldn't I be leaving?"
"Only if you want to, or don't think you'd like to see me naked in the pool."
Jill stood and walked out the door toward the pool. The cover had a zipper that opened up to allow entry to the pool. Jill had always thought it looked like a giant fly. Every time she unzipped it, she half expected to see the world's largest cock come out at her.
Jill pulled the zipper up enough to allow her to step through, into the pool area. She turned to see Walt standing a few feet away, with a troubled look on his face.
"Coming?" Jill asked.
"I really shouldn't do this, Mrs. Morgan."
"I thought we agreed it would be Jill. And what can't you do? And for that matter, why can't you do it?" Jill questioned.
"I can't go swimming without a suit, and I really can't go swimming with you, without a suit. You're married!"
"I'll worry about being married. I didn't say I wanted to elope, did I? All I want to do is go for a casual swim. We have the cover, so nobody can see what we're doing inside."
Walt was still showing signs of hesitation at the opening to the pool.
Jill helped him decide. She reached behind her back and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Her tits bounced free. Jill opened the zippered opening enough for Walt to get a good look.
"Does that make your decision any easier?" Jill asked. "Do you want to taste my tits? I think you'll especially like the nipples. I'm told they're great!"
Walt stepped through the opening. There was a three-foot ledge around the pool on the inside of the cover.
Jill reached behind Walt and zipped the opening shut. There was a latch on the inside which she chose to use. Just in case someone wandered into the back yard, they wouldn't see anything they weren't supposed to see.
Jill turned to see Walt watching her tits again.
"I can see you're impressed. That's good."
Jill bent to remove her shoes and socks. One shoe was still untied from the kitchen. That saved some time. She ran her hands across her firm, full tits. They felt wonderful, even to her. She could see why men loved her tits sojnuch. Her hands dropped to the button on her jeans. Slowly, watching Walt the entire time, she shed her jeans and panties.
She was now standing totally naked in front of Walt.
She could see the anguish on the youth's face. He wanted to fuck her, It was obvious. But he was also afraid of her husband, parents, maybe a girlfriend, and no telling what else.
Jill took two steps toward the edge of the water, atnd dove in. The water was warm. It felt good as her lithe body sliced through the water. Jill had always loved to swim in the nude.
She surfaced fifteen feet away from Walt, and turned to look at him.
"Water's great!" she called out. "You coming in, or are you just going to watch?"
"What the hell I'm only going to live once. Why not end it like this?"
The boy started undressing.
Chapter Two
Jill watched as Walt fumbled with his clothing. After what seemed an eternity, he was standing naked before her eyes. She watched him take two hesitant steps toward the water and then jump in.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? It's a lot warmer in here than it is out there."
"You're right," Walt agreed. "This feels good."
Give me some time, Jill thought, and I'll make it feel a whole lot better!
"Now, aren't you glad you joined me?" Jill asked.
"Yeah!" Walt agreed.
Jill started to swim toward Walt. The feel of the warm water all around her naked body was getting her horny. She could feel her pussy starting to get damp, and not damp from the pool, damp from pussy-juice.
When Jill was only two feet away from Walt, she said: "I made you an offer-and I'm still good for it."
"What?" Walt said, slightly confused.
"I said I'd let you suck my tits if you wanted to. You do want to, don't you?" Jill asked, offering her left tit to him.
Walt hesitated. It was obvious he wanted to suck on her big tit, but was still afraid.
"It's okay. Go for it," Jill said. "Just bend down and suck on it. Don't tell me you've never sucked on a tit before, 'cause I won't believe it."
Jill watched as Walt bent toward the water and the offered tit. She watched him take her nipple in his mouth. God, was he gentle! He sucked very gently on the now-hard nipple. It took Jill several seconds to figure out what didn't feel right.
"Walt, put your arms around me. I won't break if you hold me."
She felt the boy's strong arms encircle her body. That was better. Walt continued to lick and suck on her tit* The nipple was rock hard, and his tit-sucking was sending shivers up her spine.
Jill felt Walt shift his hands. He brought them slowly around her body to settle on her tits. Each hand took a tit, and he gently lifted them up out of the water. "You have beautiful tits, Jill." "And you have excellent taste in tits, Walt." With no warning at all, Jill turned and swam away from Walt's grasp. If her guess was correct, Walt had had enough tit to come after her for more. If her guess was incorrect, her little pool orgy would be over before it got started.
Jill swam to the deep end of the pool. She stopped at the deepest part and took a deep breath. She dove straight for the bottom. She settled on the bottom and waited. She could only hold her breath for about two minutes, so if Walt was going to join her, he'd better hurry.
She had to paddle, pushing water upward, to keep herself on the bottom. Her tits were floating and pointing upward toward the surface. Each stiff nipple was pointing toward the surface of the pool.
After what seemed an eternity, Jill could hear a disturbance on the surface. Walt was on the move.
Jill looked up and could just make out Walt's form through the blue haze of chlorine in the pool.
It was time for some real fun.
Jill turned over on her stomach, tits on the smooth tile of the pool floor, and started to swim underwater toward the shallow end of the pool. It was cruel to tease the neighbor boy the way she was doing, but it was fun. She knew when she had a guy hooked. It was obvious. They'd do anything to get at her great tits.
Jill surfaced in the shallow water just in time to see Walt dive under in search of her. To be totally cruel, Jill thought, she should leave the pool entirely. Just climb out, grab her clothes and dash to the house. That would be mean to Walt, but it would be meaner to her pussy. Her cunt was ready and set for some hard cock, and Walt was the chosen one.
Jill stood on her toes to try and locate Walt under the water. She couldn't see the shadow of his form in the deep end. Her heart constricted suddenly. What could have happened to Walt?
Her mind quickly regained control. Nothing could have happened to him. There was nowhere for him to go to. He had to be waiting on the bottom for her. She couldn't see him because of the pool cover. It made everything inside dark and gloomy looking.
It had been almost a full minute since Jill had seen Walt dive to the bottom of the pool. What if he was hurt?
Jill started to walk toward the deep end. The water swirled around her tits as she walked into deeper water. Somehow, the thought that Walt could be in trouble didn't worry Jill as much as it excited her. Her pussy was hot to begin with, but the added excitement and possible danger had her really hot.
Jill was now about halfway to the deep end. Another two feet, and the bottom would begin to slope down sharply.
So intent was Jill that she didn't hear Walt surface for air behind her.
Jill took a deep breath, and exhaled. She took another breath, filling her lungs to capacity. She bobbed in the water once, and prepared to dive to search for Walt.
Just as Jill's head popped under the surface, she felt a pressure between her legs. She exhaled sharply with surprise. Something had a firm hold on her cunt! That could only mean one thing.
With relief, Jill turned to see Walt's grinning face. So, the joke was on her after all.
"You're a real asshole! I was worried about you! What the hell kind of joke is that?" Jill demanded.
"Asshole? What kind of talk is that from the one who started this whole thing?" Walt asked, releasing his grip on Jill's pussy. This didn't seem like the right time to push his luck.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Still friends?" Jill asked, already missing the firm pressure of Walt's hand on her cunt.
"Yes. Still friends," he said.
Without another word, Jill arched her back, forcing her tits out of the warm water. Her nipples pointed pertly at Walt's face.
"Call it a truce offering," she said.
"That's my kind of truce offering!" Walt said, wasting no time in taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
"Oh, that's it! Suck on my tit! Nice and easy, that's right. Oh, Walt, you're so gentle to my tits."
Jill felt her body drifting through the warm water. She was slowly, gently, being towed to the shallow end; That was a good idea. It would look terrible if she were found drowned in the pool with no clothes on and jism in her pussy. The action at her tits continued. Walt was gently caressing her left tit, whilesucking and licking circles around her right nipple.
Jill felt herself floating. She was free. Every nerve ending in her entire body was alive. She felt Walt gently working her nipples. The rest of her body was in tune with her nipples. They were the center of her existence at this moment.
Far off in a dark corner of Jill's mind came another calling. This calling was weak, and could be ignored for a while. A short while only, however, was all the time Jill had before her hot pussy would demand all the attention Walt could give.
Jill was standing in three feet of water. Her tits were dripping water. The slight chill in the air was making her nipples even harder than Walt's tongue was.
The action with her tits changed pace. Jill felt Walt change. He let go of the nipple he had been sucking on. It now stood out from Jill's tit like a small rock. Jill watched as Walt grasped each tit in a big, strong hand.
Gently as ever, Walt gripped Jill's tits. They ^were more than a handful, even for Walt's large hands. Gently, but very firmly, Walt pushed Jill's tits against her rib cage. He flattened her big tits out between his hands and her ribs, and rolled them about.
Jill had to fight to remain standing, so great was the pressure of Walt's hands on her tits. But the pressure he was exerting was wonderful. Never had Jill had her tits handled like this. It was new and fantastic! Her nipples, still rock hard, were being crushed against her ribs as Walt rolled her tits around under his strong hands.
"Oh, Walt, baby, that feels so good! Do it some more!" Jill moaned.
"Not too much of a good thing now- otherwise you'll miss me when I'm gone," Walt teased. "Oh . . . don't ever be gone, Walt! My tits need you!"
"And I need them, Jill."
The seriousness of Walt's voice was not lost on Jill.
"They're yours, Walt. For right now, and hopefully later, they're yours!"
Jill felt the pressure against her rib cage ease, as Walt took his hands away from her tits. His hands traced a line lightly down the sides of her body toward her cunt.
It was as if Walt could hear the tiny voice in her head, gradually getting louder. The voice had been ignored and denied long enough! It was time for Jill's pussy to have the attention it needed and deserved.
Walt could sense the frantic need in Jill's body. She needed to be fucked, and quickly! Walt had a feeling this would not be a slow and leisurely fuck. It would be fast and furious.
Jill felt the youth's strong hands between her legs. She spread her legs as far apart as possible without losing her balance. She stood on tiptoes to help give Walt all the room possible between her legs.
Her cunt was more than hot. The warm pool water, together with all the attention Walt gave to her nipples, had combined to get Jill wildly aroused.
She was ready to fuck.
"Oh, Walt! Fuck me now! I'm ready! I want your big cock to split my pussy wide open! Please, Walt!"
Walt's only reply was to take her left nipple back into his mouth. This lady was hot! Walt had no intention of fucking and running here. He could have her eating out of his hand in another two minutes.
Jill felt her nipple being sucked back into Walt's gentle, talented mouth. She was feeling things she'd never before experienced with her husband Jeff.
Walt was tracing circles around her hard little nipple with his tongue.
The hands at her pussy were another sensation. Jill felt a strong hand spread her cunt-lips. This was no difficult task, thought Jill. They were so swollen, they probably flopped open on their own. Jill's pussy could never keep a secret. Several men in her past had remarked on this fact.
When Jill was hot and ready to fuck, there was never any doubt. All she had to do was spread her legs and her cunt-lips flapped open for the world to see. She had never had a problem of being too dry for fucking, or not ready. The mere thought of a good fuck, and Jill was ready. Her pussy opened the flood gates and soaked itself in anticipation of the fuck to come.
Today was no exception. Her pussy was full of cunt-juice, warm water-and now a thick finger.
Jill felt the boy's finger ease into her hot pussy. She had never before noticed the thickness of Walt's fingers.
She noticed the thickness now. Her pussy felt like someone was trying to push a broom handle into it. She could feel Walt's free hand forcing her cunt-lips apart. He was spreading her pussy-lips and pushing them hard against her body. The firm pressure felt wonderful!
Walt fucked his middle finger deep into Jill's cunt. He was rather amazed that she hadn't cried out. Most girls Walt had been with did. The size of his fingers was just too much for their cunts to handle all at once. He generally had to work his finger in slowly, inch by inch, to avoid causing undue amounts of pain.
This lady, however, was unlike any other female he had ever been with. She was hot as hell! She lived for one thing! Cock! It seemed to Walt that she didn't much care whose cock she had, so long as it was stiff.
Well, lady, bethought, prepare yourself for fucking. You haven't been fucked till you've been impaled on my cock!
Jill felt Walt push his finger deep into her pussy. The feeling was great. She could be finger^fucked from now until she died of hunger and that would be just fine.
"Yes, Walt! Fuck my pussy with your finger! That'sjsoooigood! Make me cry for more!"
Jill felt Walt pull his finger out of her pussy. She was on the verge of complaint, when the thick probe slammed back into her fuck-hole. The force was incredible. It lifted Jill off her toes for a second.
Walt gave up his hold on Jill's pussy-lips. They were hot and ready and weren't about to close up on him. His hand could do more good elsewhere.
Jill felt Walt grab her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it around like a pebble. Suddenly, she felt the nipple being pulled down, hard. It felt as if Walt was trying to tear her nipple off of her tit. The feeling was great! She was having her nipple abused and being impaledi on the youth's finger, and she couldn't take it any longer.
The hot feeling started in the dark recesses of her mind. Jill arched backward until the back of her head was in the water. The feeling held off for several seconds, and Jill thought she could hold off the first of what promised to be several orgasms. No such luck.
Walt felt the slight shudder in her body as Jill arched back. He knew he had her close to climax. Just as the back of her head hit the water, Walt pressed hard on her clit with his thumb.
The sudden attention given to her sensitive clit sent Jill over the edge of orgasm. The shudder started in her mind and raced outward from there. The nerve endings in her tortured tits exploded! The sensations raced through her stomach towards her aching pussy. The firm, taut muscles in her cunt contracted violently against Walt's probing finger.
Feeling the contraction in her pussy, Walt extracted his finger, only to ram it home again, harder. He continued to pull it out of her cunt, only to fuck it in deep again.
Trying not to neglect her swollen nipples, Walt gave the nipple in his grasp a good tug every now and then.
Jill's body was bucking and jumping in the water. Every nerve ending in her body was dancing. Her pussy was sending messages to her brain, and her brain was making the rest of her body dance.
"Oh God! Please, Walt! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! I want it now! Please!"
"In time, Jill. This was your idea, and a darn good one, but why rushit? Don't you like what my finger can do to your cunt?"
"Oh yes, I love what your finger does to my pussy! i just want to see what your big cock can do!"
Walt, on the other hand, was quite enjoying the power he had over Jill. Never before in his life had Walt had such a foxy broad actually begging him to fuck her. The question foremost in his mind right now was, what would she do to get fucked?
"Please fuck my aching pussy, Walt. It needs you!"
"I'm sure it does, Jill. You're one hot lady! How badly do you want my cock?"
"More than anything, Walt! Please, I need your cock now! Fuck my pussy now!"
Jill felt Walt withdraw his thick finger from her cunt. She was ready. Walt was getting ready to fuck her pussy, and she could hardly wait. The intense finger-fucking he'd given her cunt had her hotter than she'd been in ages.
"That's right baby," Jill cooed. "Slip me that big cock of yours. I'm ready for it to rip my pussy open."
"In time, Jill. First, there's something I want you to do for me." "Oh, anything Walt!" Walt walked through the water to the edge of the pool. He grabbed the edge and lifted himself out of the water. He sat on the pool's edge and spread his legs.
Jill saw Walt's hard-on now. It was bigger than she had anticipated it would be. Great! After only a moment, it was obvious to Jill what Walt had in mind. No problem. She walked to the edge and her face dove on Walt's upthrust cock.
Jill took Walt's cock in her mouth. The giant cock-head seemed to fill her mouth. Slowly, she worked more cock in, a little bit at a time. She had to concentrate very hard on not gagging, so big was the boy's cock.
It took several seconds for Jill to relax the muscles in her throat enough to accommodate Walt's prick. Jill didn't stop forcing the cock-meat in until she felt curly crotch-hairs tickling her lips. She had reached the base of Walt's cock.
Jill was quite impressed with herself, as well as with the size of Walt's cock. It was quite a feat to swallow a cock almost ten inches long without choking.
Once Jill had the boy's entire cock in her mouth, she turned her head to the left and then to the right. She could feel Walt's colossal cock turning slightly as her mouth and throat moved around it. Slowly, Jill began to pull back from the thick base of his prick.
The peaceful look on Walt's face told Jill that she was giving him what he wanted.
Jill once again took the head of his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to lightly trace circles around the bulging cock-head. She licked every drop of pre-cum that bubbled from his piss-slit.
When there was no more cock-lube for Jill to lick up, she tried to open the tiny piss-hole up with her tongue.
She heard a moan from above, and took it to mean she should continue.
Jill took Walt's cock in her hands. She had always had small hands, even for a lady. Walt's big cock was quite a handful. With her hands to steady the cock-lance in front of her, Jill's
I head dove again. She slid her mouth all the way down Walt's cock, pushing her hands out of the way as she hit bottom. She started to bob her face up and down on Walt's fucker.
Jill could feel the large cock-head sliding up and down in her throat, threatening to make her gag every time.
"Oh, that's right baby! That's the way to do it! Faster! Suck that cock!" Walt moaned.
She bobbed her face up and down, faster and faster, bringing her left hand up to the crack of Walt's ass. She slid her fingers as far up his ass-crack as she could, sucking on his cock all the while.
Jill removed her hand from Walt's ass, and dropped it under the surface of the water. She fucked her fingers as far as she could, one at a time, into her pussy. When each finger was slimy with pussy-juice, she returned her hand to Walt's ass. She searched with her damp fingers, for the boy's asshole.
Feeling what Jill was doing, Walt shifted his weight to give her better access to his ass.
Jill pressed the tip of her middle finger against his asshole. She gently applied more and more pressure until his asshole yielded and allowed her finger to fuck inside.
Jill was now bobbing her head on Walt's cock and finger-fucking his asshole. She could feel the head of his cock pulsing in her throat. It wouldn't be long now.
Jill pulled her head back until just the tip of Walt's cock was in her mouth. She used her tongue to swirl around the cock-head She licked circles and left spit trails all over Walt's cock-head.
With the finger buried deep in Walt's ass, Jill began go poke and prod his prostate. Her probing his ass and sucking his cock was more than Walt could withstand.
The tip of his cock started to dribble hot cum.
As if Walt had been shocked with electricity, he quickly straightened up and yanked his cock out of Jill's mouth. He grabbed the back of her head with his left hand and started violently jacking his cock off with his right hand.
The spurts of creamy cum hit Jill square in the face.
Walt's sudden movement had surprised, and even frightened, Jill. It took only a second for her to register what was happening. It took less than another second for her to react to the situation.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible, and tried to catch the cock-cream being sprayed in her face. This was an impossible task. There was too much cum for her to ever catch in her mouth. The spurts of jism were never ending, it seemed.
Again and again, Jill felt the youth's hot cum pelt her face. Occasionally, she felt his cum splatter into her hair.
It was just as well that Jill couldn't catch all the cum being sprayed in her face, because she would surely have choked to death trying to swallow it all.
After what seemed an eternity, the hot jets of cum stopped pelting Jill in the face and hair. She felt Walt relax his hold on the back of her head.
Jill backed away from Walt.
His eyes were closed, and he was still slowly pumping his drained prick.
Jill looked down at herself. Her beautiful tits were covered with tiny rivers of milky cum. She could feel the warm cum on her face as it ran toward her tits. What a mess!
She was wondering what to do about cleaning up when she had an idea. She swam to the filter at the edge of the pool and ducked under the water. While under, Jill rubbed the cum off of her face and tried to get most of it out of her hair. She surfaced and watched the cock-slime float into the suction port of the filter.
Jill saw Walt lift himself off the edge of the pool and drop into the water.
She slowly swam toward him.
"As I said before, you're one hot fucking lady!" the boy exclaimed.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Now you owe me one," she said.
Chapter Three
Jill pulled herself out of the pool and sat on the edge, in the space that Walt had occupied only moments before. She leaned back on the concrete that encircled the pool. She pulled her legs out of the water arid put her heels on the edge of the pool. Jill relaxed her leg muscles and allowed her knees to separate and drop to the concrete on either side of her body.
Her hot, wet pussy was yawning open for the neighbor boy to see. There was no doubt what Jill had in mind.
Walt approached Jill.
He put both hands on her pussy. He gently spread her pussy-lips. He couldieel their slick wetness. He tugged gently at her pussy-lips, spreading them as much as possible. He leaned forward and licked up her pink cunt-slot.
Jill's body jerked with the sudden attention being given to her pussy. She could feel Walt's tongue licking up and down her wet cunt-slit. The feeling was fantastic!
Walt gently licked and nibbled at Jill's pussy as he applied more pressure to the fingertips holding her pussy-lips out of the way. This caused a moan from above his head. Walt started to lick her cunt with more vigor. He pressed his tongue deep into Jill's fuck-hole. His tongue ached from the strain he was putting on it. With a free finger, Walt applied pressure to Jill's hard clit.
"Oh! I'm going to cum!" Jill cried.
Walt raised his face from her cunt.
"That's why we're here, isn't it?"
Without waiting for, or expecting, a reply, Walt dove back to Jill's pussy. He licked trails all over her cunt-tips and inner thighs. She was squirming, so Walt assumed he was getting her where he wanted her. Hotter!
Jill couldn't take the excitement any longer.
Her back arched and she felt her cunt start to fill with pussy-juice. She felt the warm fluid run down her pussy-slit, between her legs, and onto the concrete. All the while, Walt was eating her out as fast as he could.
"Oh, Walt! Please fuck me now! I want your cock in my cunt!" Jill moaned.
Walt lifted his face from the housewife's soaking wet pussy. He grabbed her hips and helped ease her into the water with him.
Once in the water, Jill turned her back to Walt and gripped the side of the pool with both hands. She felt Walt's strong hands grip her hips as her body floated up to the surface. She was now floating, almost prone, on the water.
Jill felt the pressure on her hips increase as they went back under the water. Her legs were spread as far apart as possible, with Walt between them.
Jill's body was suddenly torn with pain.
With no warning at all, Walt had rammed his huge cock into her pussy-hole. The pain was terrific. Jill's mind threatened to shut down.
Through sheer willpower, she remained conscious anct kept her arms straight.
With his entire prick buried in Jill's pussy, Walt started to fuck in and out.
He had felt the shudder go through her body with his initial fuck-lunge. When she had stopped twitching, he started to withdraw. Walt pulled his cock most of the way out of Jill's pussy. He bobbed the prick-head in and out of her taut pussy-lips. Several times, in and out, then he slammed his cock-lance home again.
The tremendous cock-lunges in her cunt were more than Jill could stand. The pain was tremendous, and brought orgasm quickly. After only ten or fifteen of his cock-thrusts to her cunt, Jill was cumming again.
Walt felt the hot pussy-juice stream out of Jill's cunt and into the water around him. He knew Jill had cum again. He gripped her hips and pulled her, with all his strength, onto his long cock.
Again and again, without a rest for Jill, Walt fucked his cock into her cunt.
The thought of internal damages crossed Jill's mind briefly as she shuddered with orgasm again.
Walt felt Jill's pussy contract around his cock again. The increased pressure caused the tip of his cock to start jumping. Walt doubled his pace. Faster and faster, he fucked his huge cock into Jill's pussy.
Jill was just starting to black out. Her vision had narrowed to only a tunnel. Suddenly, from the depths of her body, she felt the hot spurts of his cum. Walt was coming. Thank God!
Walt continued to fuck his cock slowly in and out of Jill's pussy-hole, trying to milk every last drop of his cum into her.
He looked down at Jill's upturned ass and saw a floating haze of fuck-slime. Their pool orgy had made a mess of the water.
After milking his cock dry, Walt pulled out of Jill's still-hot cunt.
Jill had to hold tightly to the edge of the pool to keep from collapsing. Her pussy had never been fucked that hard.
"That was really something, wasn't it?" Walt said. "Yeah, really something," Jill mumbled.
After several minutes, Walt stirred. "Guess I should be going now, huh?" he said.
"Guess so. Thanks for the help, Walt." Jill smiled. "And thanks for everything else. I might just live through it without reconstructive surgery!" "Glad you enjoyed it," Walt said with a chuckle.
Jill watched Walt climb from the pool and dry himself with his shirt. She watched him dress and leave the pool.
"What happened to the shy kid I set out to fuck this morning?" Jill murmured.
She emerged from the pool, naked and dripping, and went in the house in search of a towel.
Jill looked at the clock. It said 2:10. She and Walt had fucked the entire morning away in the pool. She had come in when Walt left. That was nearly an hour ago. She had been trying to recuperate for almost the full hour. Jill decided to call Jeff. "Data Tech .'-. .Jeff speaking." "Horny wife, Jill speaking." "Hey, babe! What's going on?" "Nothing much," she said. "I was just bored and thought I'd pester you for a little while." "I see. Well, why don't you come down for lunch?" Jeff suggested. "Lunch? It's after two. It'll be close to three by the time I get there."
"So what? Have you eaten yet?" Jeff questioned. "No lunch," Jill offered, not about to explain to Jeff what that remark meant.
"Well, I haven't eaten yet, either. Stop and get something on the way. I'll see you in an hour or so." "Okay, I'll stop at Taco Bell and get something for us."
Jill hung up the phone, grabbed her wallet and car keys, and left the house.
It was almost 3:00 when Jill pulled up to the security station outside Data Tech. She stopped and registered with the guard like she was supposed to.
Jill parked in a reserved spot and walked to the front door. She pulled on the door and felt the blast of cool air from inside the building. She started toward the guard desk inside to clock in with this guard.
"I already checked you in,Mrs. Morgan. Sid called me from the outside station and told me to expect you," the guard explained.
"Thanks," Jill said, walking past the guard. Then on second thought, she turned toward the guard. "Is anyone working today?"
"Just the guards, janitors and two or three of the engineers."
"Oh," Jill said as she turned back toward the door she had been approaching and walked through.
She knew the way to Jeff's office by heart. She'd been here hundreds of times. It was a good thing his office had never moved, or she'd be lost. Data Tech was a huge place.
Jill walked to the end of the partitioned hallway, carrying her take-out order from Taco Bell, and turned left. Then she walked down another hallway and turned left at the end. She walked straight into Jeff's cubicle, or "office" as he insisted it be called.
"Ready for lunch?" Jill asked, coming up behind her husband.
Jeff jumped visibly. It was obvious that he had been deep in thought about something.
"Oh sure! Sneak up on me and give me a heart attack!" Jeff hollered, obviously not really angered.
"Well, if that's the way you're going to treat me, I'll just go have lunch with the guard out front. He seemed to enjoy my company," Jill kidded.
"Yeah, I'll bet he enjoyed your company. Did you fuck him on the way in?"
"No, I didn't. And fuck you very much for asking," Jill replied. She often wondered if Jeff was serious with his joking, if he really knew of her promiscuity. It was possible, but not probable. "But it's not a bad idea. Maybe I will on the way out."
"Yeah sure, and leave me here slaving over a hot computer terminal. That's real love for ya," Jeff retorted.
Jill walked around the desk and pulled up a chair opposite Jeff. She set the bag of take-out food on the desk and watched Jeff tear into it. She ate a little, too.
Jill sat and talked to Jeff for almost half an hour before deciding she should leave him to his work. "What time will you be home?" Jill asked.
"Well, it doesn't look good."
"What doesn't look good?" Jill asked, lifting a tit with each hand."I think they look fuckin' great!"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it! Of course, they look great! They always do. What doesn't look good is the progress I'm making, or not making, on this program," Jeff explained.
"What you're trying to say is that it'll be late," Jill suggested.
"No, what I'm trying to say, is that it'll be late-and I'll have to come back tomorrow to finish."
"Shit! So much for the mountains," Jill complained.
"Aw, come on! I'm sorry about the mountains. I have to finish this project. We'll go to the mountains as soon as I finish. That should be tomorrow or Monday at the latest. You'll survive."
"Yeah, I'll survive. I'm sorry. Work as fast as you can. I'll see you tonight," Jill said as she rose from her chair.
She slid it back against the wall and started to leave. She stopped by Jeffs side arid gave him a long, slow kiss on the lips.
"Something to remember me by. See ya tonight."
"Bye, love. See you at home," Jeff said, turning to the keyboard in front of him.
Jill walked out, the sound of keys tapping behind her ...
Shit! Alone for another day and a half! What was she going to do to keep herself amused until Monday?
The thought of the neighbor boy flashed into her mind. That could be interesting, fucking Walt for a day and a half. It would probably kill her, but what a way to go! She'd keep that big cock of his in mind.
Jill had walked straight from Jeffs office and had been walking for quite some time. She hadn't even noticed when she'd entered the corridor joining Building One to Building Two. When Jill realized she was lost, she turned and started back the way she'd come. She noticed a men's room, and instantly felt the urge for a women's room.
Jill remembered that the restrooms were located in opposite corners of the buildings. If the men's room was here, the women's room was in the opposite corner of the building.
Jill thought for an instant. Should she find the women's room, or try to get back to the right building and worry about a restroom later?
She decided to walk across the building to search out the restroom. Nature was calling louder every minute. She walked for almost ten minutes, wandering in and out of little cubicles and dead-end hallways. Suddenly, she came out in the open and saw the restroom ahead.
She pushed the door open and went in. There were tools and things spread out on the counter. Someone had been in here working today.
Fuck it, she thought, and entered a stall.
Jill finished pissing and started to wonder. What happens if I'm still here when the workers return from break, or wherever they went to?
She started to fantasize about the return of the worker, or workers. Her hand dropped absently to her still-exposed pussy.
She started to rub her pussy and dream about an imaginary worker. She was rubbing and probing her cunt with vigor, thinking about a maintenance worker, when she heard a sound out in the hall.
Jill was struck with indecision. She was dangerously close to getting off. What if the man, or men, in the hall decided to come into the women's room?
Jill's pussy had the deciding vote. She continued to finger-fuck herself, feeling the first tingle of orgasm to come.
The voices in the hall got louder as the men approached the door. Jill could hear them talking, as she stroked her pussy.
"Shame there ain't any broads around the building today. It sure makes the time go faster," one of the men said.
"It sure does, but when there's dames around, we never get anything done," the other man replied.
"But who says we have to get things done? At least, we've got some nice scenery to look at."
Jill heard their conversation. She guessed they were standing at the drinking fountain outside the door. That would explain why they had not come in to finish whatever it was that they were working on.
Jill was in the process of dressing again, when a thought occurred to her. The guys outside wanted some pretty scenery, and she had nothing else to do. Why not stay and provide some scenery?
Just then, the door to the restroom opened. Jill heard the two men walk in, saying something about a female worker they both knew.
"Well, back to . . . whoa! Excuse me, ma'am!" Jill heard one worker say, "It's okay. I'll be out in a minute," she called. "You can stay and do whatever it is you're here to do." "If you're sure," one of the men said.
"Oh, yes, quite sure. 1*11 just be a moment."
Jill heard the men start making noise outside the door to the stall. They were shuffling tools and things around on the counter top.
Jill finished pulling her pants up and checked to see that she was presentable-just in case the guys wanted to fuck her.
Chapter Four
"Hi, guys!" Jill exclaimed, opening the toilet-stall door.
"Hi, miss," one of the workers said uneasily.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not quite sure how else to begin a conversation with the workmen.
Both guys looked to be about twenty-five years old, and both were extremely well muscled. It was obvious they were both used to doing hard work for a living.
"We're replacing a leaky drain pipe," the taller of the two men said.
"Mind if I stay and watch?" Jill asked.
"Pardon me?" asked the man she'd been talking to.
"Can I stay? It sounds neat. I'd like to stay and watch you work."
"Whatever you're into, lady. I personally could find better things to do on a Saturday. But if you want to stay, far be it from me to chase you away."
"Thanks. Besides, maybe I can be some of that 'pretty scenery' you mentioned earlier," Jill remarked.
"Oh, that wasn't me," explained the tall guy. "That was motor-mouth here."
"Well, motor-mouth, what do you think? Am I better scenery than a leaky drain pipe?" Jill asked the shorter fellow.
The look of shock and surprise on the short guy's face was almost enough to make Jill break into laughter.
"Ah, well, yes, I guess so," he stammered. "And I'm John, not motor-mouth."
"Well, John, I'm glad to think I'm better looking than a leaky drain pipe."
".Oh, yes, ma'am!"
"And what's your name?" Jill questioned, looking at the taller of the two young men.
"I'm Bob," he said, eyeing her curvaceous figure.
"Well, Bob and John, it's nice to know you. I'm Jill," she said as she hopped up onto the counter top to sit. "Will I be in the way here?"
"Not at all, Jill," John said.
"Good."
Jill sat on the counter top and watched John and Bob try to work. It was obvious they were not quite comfortable with her presence. Several times, she had seen John looking more at her tits than the work he was supposed to be doing under the sink.
Jill tried to entertain the two men with small talk for almost half an hour. They were just starting to get used to having her looking over their shoulders, when they stood up. The job was done.
"So, what's next?" Jill chirped.
"What's next?" repeated Bob. "What do you mean, what's next?"
"I mean, what else needs fixing today?"
Bob looked at John, then back to Jill.
"Well, we have to go take a look at the vent over the grille in the cafeteria, if that's what you mean," he said, obviously confused.
"Well, let's go," Jill said as she started toward the door.
"Ah, Jill, ah, we-John and I-are going to fix the grille vent. You aren't," Bob explained as kindly as possible.
"Why not? You said I was good scenery. Why can't I help you guys?" Jill questioned, enjoying the puzzled looks she was getting from both guys.
"Hell, lady. Don't you have anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon than crawl around the catwalks getting dirty?"
"No," Jill said plainly.
"What the hell-why not?" Bob said, grinning at his buddy.
Jill waited while Bob and John packed up their tools and attempted to clean up most of the mess they had made in the restroom.
All three left the restroom together. Jill followed the two men to a stairway. They climbed the stairs and stopped at the top of the first flight. There was an orange door with a lock on it at this level.
Most of the people at Data Tech had never seen behind ttoV orange door. It led to the maintenance catwalks between the two floors.
It was here, in the mezzanine, that the workers accessed all the building's wiring and plumbing.
The mezzanine was like nothing Jill had ever seen before. There were huge blowers and vent ducts everywhere. There were huge trays of loose wires running the full length of the building, as far as Jill could see. The whole floor smelled of dust.
Jill noticed immediately that this floor was not air conditioned.
"Well, the grille vent is this way," John said as he started to twist his way through the maze of wires, pipes, and air ducts.
Jill followed closely behind John, with Bob behind her. She could feel Bob's eyes on her ass. Good, she thought, this might be easier than planned. *
They walked almost to the center of the building before stopping in front of a huge air handler.
"Here we are," John announced.
Jill stood back to let Bob and John work. They started by giving the air blower a visual inspection. They found nothing obviously wrong, so they hit the power switch. The entire area filled with a loud squeal. Bob turned the blower off instantly.
"That was easy to find. The bearing on the main shaft is burned out," Bob explained to Jill. "It'll take some time to fix this. Are you sure you want to stay? It's hotter than hell in here. Don't you have something else to do today?"
"As a matter of fact, no. I don't have anything else to do today," Jill said. "And don't worry about the heat. I can deal with it if you can."
Jill leaned back against a steel duct to watch the men work.
"Boy, it sure is hot up here," Jill remarked. 1 'How do you guys stand to work in here all the time?"
"Well," Bob said, "we usually take our shirts off. And sometimes, in the summer, we wear shorts under our coveralls."
This little bit of information helped Jill considerably.
"Well, why aren't you taking your shirts off now?" Jill asked.
Bob looked at John. The look that passed between them told Jill that they were both very unsure of what was happening here.
"Tell you what," Jill said. "I'll take my shirt off if you don't want to feel like the odd ones."
And, with the words barely out of her mouth, Jill sat up and pulled her shirt over her head.
Jill suddenly remembered something very important. She was bralessl
Oh well, fuck it, she thought. Maybe that would help things get rolling.
Jill looked up to see the young men staring at her fabulous tits.
"Like what you see, boys?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do!" Bob exclaimed. "Well, Bob, a deal is a deal. My shirt for your shirt," Jill reminded him.
"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot."
With that, Bob reached behind his head and pulled his tee-shirt off.
After a moment of coaxing, John did likewise.
Jill leaned back on her shirt and watched the two shirtless guys attempt to finish the job they'd started. It was funny to watch. Both guys were trying not to get their bodies too greasy. Both were also trying very hard to watch her and her bare tits.
It always amazed Jill. Give a man a real pair of tits to watch, or play with, and he couldn't do anything else. This was no exception.
Jill thought back to the restroom. That had been over an hour ago, and she was still ready for some action.
"So, either of you guys married?" Jill questioned.
"No," came their simultaneous replies.
"That's good."
After a moment of confusion, the two young men went back to work.
Jill caught Bob and John eyeing her tits more and more frequently now, as they approached the end of their job.
She stretched out flat on her back, with her big tits pointing up in the air. Jill took a nipple in each hand and started to play with them. After a full minute, she looked over to where John and Bob were standing.
All work had halted, as Jill had known it would.
John and Bob were standing by the blower, watching her rather intently.
"Want to help?" Jill asked.
Neither guy moved, nor offered to help. For a sudden instant, Jill thought she might have gone too far this time. There was only one way to find#out.
Jill took her hands away from her nipples. She stood up in front of the two young men. Very slowly, she dropped her hands to the snap at the front of her pants.
"Anyone mind if I get more comfortable?" Jill asked, a smile on her parted lips.
Bob shook his head, but didn't utter a word. It was obvious to Jill that this was a fantasy come true for both guys.
Jill unfastened the snap and slowly slid the zipper down to the bottom of its track. She gently pulled the denim jeans down over her hips. She pushed the pants down her long legs to the floor. Jill enjoyed the feeling of her pendulous tits hanging away from her body.
She slowly stepped out of her shoes and out of the crumpled pile of denim around her ankles. Then she stood up and tossed the pair of pants toward Bob.
"Hey, mister, want to play?" Jill asked.
"Does your mother know you play games like this?" Bob asked.
"First of all, my mother taught me to play games like this. And second, who says this is a game?" She smiled at their startled expressions. "Well, if you guys aren't interested, I'll just go back to the ladies room and finish what you interrupted. Throw me my jeans, please."
Rather than comply, Bob dropped the pair of jeans and reached for the snap of his own jeans.
"There, ya see? I knew you weren't a fag. I knew these tits were getting to you," Jill teased. "How about you, John? You interested, too?"
"Well . . ." John mumbled.
Jill took this for a good sign and walked to where John was standing.
"Here, let me help you," she said, reaching for John's crotch.
"I can do it myself," John protested, brushing Jill's hands out of the way.
"No offense, but you're too slow," she said.
Jill moved her hands in quickly, before he changed his mind.
She unfastened his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. She could see the outline of John's cock through his underwear. She quickly slid his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of his pants and shoes, with her help.
Jill glanced behind her to see Bob standing in his shorts, watching her. She quickly decided that John needed her help more at the moment than Bob did.
Jill could feel a small shiver go through John every now and then. It had to be nerves, she told herself. It was at least a hundred degrees in the mezzanine.
She leaned forward and licked John's stomach. Her tongue licked the fine hair on his stomach and drew wet circles and trails. After several minutes, the shivers stopped. He was getting hot.
Jill reached into John's shorts and took hold of his cock. It wasn't particularly large, but it was incredibly thick. It might even have been the thickest cock Jill had ever taken. She'd have to wait and see.
She pulled John's shorts over his hips and down to his ankles. He stepped out of them.
Jill took his cock in both hands, admiring it.
She bent forward and guided his cock into her mouth. She heard John groan.
It was all Jill could do to get the guy's prick into her mouth. The cock-head filled her entire mouth. True, she didn't have a huge mouth, but this was no ordinary cock she was sucking on. Jill tongued the head of John's cock gently. She opened her mouth as far as possible and tried to take more of his cock-shaft into her mouth. It was very difficult. It took a conscious effort not to gag on his big fucker.
Very slowly, Jill began to see that she was making progress. She could see John's hairy balls getting closer to her face. All she could feel in her throat was his cock. It was huge. As long as he didn't make any sudden moves, she'd be all right. If he suddenly lunged forward, his cock would ram down her throat and she'd choke to death for sure.
Jill put her hands on John's ass to steady herself. She bobbed her head forward and back, very slowly, trying to ease the huge cock down her throat.
Every now and then, John let out a quiet groan, and Jill tasted pre-cum in the very back of her mouth. She was getting John close to orgasm.
That's good, she thought, because she sure as hell wouldn't be able to do much once she got his whole cock into her mouth. There was no room left for her tongue to maneuver around.
Finally, Jill's face was in the wiry hair of John's crotch. She'd done it! His cock was completely inside her mouth and throat!
This monster prick was a real pussy-splitter, Jill thought. It would be interesting to see how hard it was for her cunt to take it all.
Jill released her hold on John's ass. She brought her hands around to grope his balls. They were hard and full. She gently kneaded his balls while she bobbed back and forth on his cock.
She felt John grab the back of her head. He put his hands on either side of her head and gently moved her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock. Jill hoped that he remained calm. If he got too excited and started slamming her face onto his cock, she would surely gag.
Jill guided her index finger toward John's asshole. She firmly pushed on the puckered hole until it allowed her finger access.
"Oh, God, that feels so good, Jill! Do it some more!" John begged.
Jill started fucking her finger in and out of John's ass, while she bounced her head up and down the length of his cock-shaft. She was on the verge of choking, but would keep it up as long as she could.
She could feel John's asshole tightening up on her finger, and she was tasting pre-cum more and more often.
A thought suddenly occurred to Jill. What had happened to Bob? Was he watching? Was he enjoying their show? She wasn't able to turn her head enough to see if Bob was still around or not. But she figured he was jacking off and watching her suck his buddy's prick.
Jill put her mind back to the cock-sucking at hand. She slowed her pace drastically. She didn't want John to cum too quickly. He should enjoy this blow-job properly. After all, how many times would the poor guy get sucked off at work, on overtime?
Jill slowed down even more. Her finger was just barely fucking in and out of John's asshole. She slowed her head down until his cock was barely fucking in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly, Jill felt firm hands on her tits. She jerked from the sudden unexpected contact. She quickly reasoned that it had to be Bob. John's hands were still on the sides of her head.
So, Bob got tired of being a spectator. He was ready to participate. Good, Jill thought.
Bob's hands found her rock-hard nipples and started to caress them. He worked his hands gently over her big tits. He gently grasped each nipple in a hand and tugged, as if trying to tear them from her tits.
This made Jill instantly hot. She could feel the juices beginning to flow in her cunt.
Jill ref ocused her attention on John. A steady drool of pre-cum from the end of his cock told Jill that he couldn't last much longer before he exploded his cum-load into her mouth.
Jill pulled her head back along the length of John's cock-shaft. She stopped when only the cock-tip was still in her mouth. She could see that the whole length of his prick was wet and glistening with her spit. She tongued the head of his cock slowly, tasting his cock-lube.
Jill felt Bob's hands slowly glide down the sides of her body toward her hips. She felt him hook his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. She lifted herself enough to allow Bob to slide her panties down over her hips. After several seconds, Bob had removed Jill's panties completely.
Jill continued to suck John's cock, wondering all the while what Bob was up to. She could feel Bob squirming around behind her. Exactly what he was doing, she couldn't tell.
Suddenly, Jill felt Bob's strong hands pushing her up, away from the floor. She lifted herself up slightly, to help Bob with whatever he was doing. Jill kept sucking John's cock. She had him dangerously close to orgasm. She had to proceed very slowly, to avoid letting him cum too early.
It soon became clear to Jill what Bob must be up to. She felt the upward pressure on her ass decrease. She lowered herself back down.
The surprise came when her pussy settled onto Bob's face.
He had stretched out on his back and crawled under Jill's hot pussy.
Jill felt Bob's tongue dart into her wet cunt the moment it was within reach.
His tongue fucked quickly in and out of her hot cunt. The feeling was so good that Jill would have screamed, had her mouth not been full of John's cock-meat.
But she did moan around John's prick.
"Oh, that felt great!" John rasped.
Jill was glad it felt good for John, because it felt fantastic for her. She plunged her mouth down onto John's cock, until she felt his cock-hair tickle the end of her nose. She could feel John's throbbing cock deep in the back of her throat.
Jill felt Bob's hands grasp her ass-cheeks. His strong hands gently but firmly spread her ass-cheeks. She sat down heavier onto his face with her wet pussy.
It seemed to be what he wanted, and it was most definitely what she wanted.
Jill rocked forward slowly. She slid her hips forward until she felt Bob's nose press against her clit. A feelisg of ecstasy rocketed through Jill's brain. She felt as if she could cum right now. But what a waste that would be!
She tried to concentrate on John's hot cock buried in her mouth. John started to moan. He gripped the sides of Jill's head in a vise-like grip. Jill knew he was only moments away from shooting his cum-load.
Jill picked up the tempo. She constricted her throat on John's cock and slid her head back and forth along his cock as fast as she could. At the same time, she was mopping Bob's face with her drooling cunt.
Jill felt Bob's tongue fucking in and out of her dripping pussy. On every forward thrust of her hips, she felt the soft but firm jab of his nose against her hard clit.
Jill's pussy was aching to cum. With every ounce of energy, she slid forward and back on
Bob's face. She had forgotten John's cock and was giving all her attention to her cunt.
Jill slowed her pace as she neared orgasm. She was only seconds away from drenching Bob's face with hot steamy pussy-juice.
Jill could not hold off her orgasm any longer, but she could help John to cum with her. He was only seconds away, himself. She concentrated all her efforts on sucking John off.
As orgasm racked Jill's mind and body, she felt John withdraw his twitching cock from her mouth.
She opened her eyes to see John pumping creamy cum out of his cock onto her face and hair. The hot jism tasted salty.
Jill tried to lick the jets of cum out of the air as they shot toward her face. She could feel that most of her face and hair were covered with John's drooling cum.
"Yes! John! Shoot your jizz in my face! I love it!" she cried.
Jill continued to rock back and forth on Bob*s face. She could feel cunt-cream flooding out of her pussy onto Bob's face.
Her orgasm seemed to never end. The hot cum spraying onto her face only drove her deeper into the throes of orgasm.
After what seemed an eternity, the cock in front of her face stopped spraying cum at her.
Jill slowed her rocking on Bob's face, as her orgasm ran its course. She looked down to see Bob's eyes closed. It was a good thing, because his entire face was soaked with her pussy-cum.
As her orgasm ebbed, she slowly lifted herself off Bob's wet face. She had an ache in her leg muscles from all the rocking she'd done.
Jill saw that John had collapsed into a heap against an air duct.
"Ever been sucked off like that, John?" she asked, truly interested.
"No, can't say as I have," he admitted.
Jill felt proud. She knew she could please just about any man, but it was always nice to be told so.
Chapter Five
Slimy cum was dripping from Jill's pretty face.
She walked over to a pile of grease rags and selected one that was not too terribly greasy. She started to wipe John's cum off of her face, when her arm was firmly gripped from behind.
"Please, allow me."
Jill turned to see Bob standing behind her, his face still wet and glistening with her cunt-juices.
"Be my guest," Jill said, offering the rag to
Bob. Bob took the rag and proceeded to clean his buddy's cum out of Jill's hair.
When Bob had finished cleaning heir hair, he dropped the rag.
"Hey, what the hell? Aren't you going to wipe my face? I can't very well walk past the guards with cum on my face, can I?" Jill said.
Without a word, Bob grabbed Jill's head and pulled her toward him. He began kissing and licking her cum-slimed face, slowly clearing her skin of John's still-warm cum.
When Jell felt what Bob was doing to her face, she began to get excited again. When his lips neared hers, she grabbed Bob's head to hold his mouth to hers.
Jill parted her lips to allow Bob's tongue access to hers. Her tongue darted into Bob's mouth and began to explore the inside of his mouth. She could still taste her pussy-cream on his lips and the inside of his mouth.
Jill felt Bob's cummy tongue dart around the inside of her mouth. She was getting wildly aroused again.
Jill tore her mouth away from Bob's. She kissed her way along his cheek to his earlobe.
Once there, she started to lick and suck on his ear. Jill could tell this excited Bob. His breathing was becoming quicker and shallower.
After only a few moments, Jill was made aware of the fact that Bob was excited and ready for action. She felt Bob drop his hands from the sides of her face, to her pendulous tits. He grabbed a tit with each hand and began gently massaging them. Jill knew her nipples were sticking out like hard little rocks. She could feel them prodding the palms of Bob's hands.
Jill dropped her hands to Bob's cock and found it hard as a rock.
She wrapped her hands around his thick cock-shaft and started to jack him off.
Bob's hands gently slid down her sides to her hips. From there, his hands worked toward her stomach. Then she felt both of Bob's hands pressing and petting her cunt-bush. She loved the firm pressure of his hands against her pussy-mound.
"Oh, Bob, press harder. That feels so good," Jill moaned.
She left one hand stroking Bob's cock and put the other to work massaging the back of his neck. She pulled his head toward hers, and resumed her tongue attack on his ear.
"Does that excite you, Bob?" Jill questioned. "I'd have to be fucking dead not to be excited!"
"Now that's an interesting thought," Jill teased. "Please explain to me just how someone becomes fucking dead."
"Keep it up and I'll do more than explain it. I'll show you!" Bob warned.
"Oh, baby! That's just what I wanted to hear."
Jill released her grip on Bob's cock. With both hands, she caressed his broad shoulders. She could feel the muscles just under his tanned skin.
Jill felt Bob's hands change their routine on her cunt-mound. One hand stopped rubbing her pussy and slid between her legs. She bent slightly at the knees to allow his big hand more access to her wet cunt-slit.
Bob's hand slid into the hot, wet gash of Jill's pussy.
With one finger, he traced up and down her moist cunt-slot. He slid his finger back until he felt her asshole, then started forward until his finger had passed gently over her clit and into her soft pussy-hair. Then he slid his finger back down her cunt-slit toward her asshole again.
"Bob, that's good!" Jill moaned.
She was drifting off in a daze of pleasure as Bob stroked her glistening pussy. She imagined floating in a pool, with no clothes on, in the middle of summer. Jill's mind always flashed to the pool fantasy when she was close to orgasm. And right now, she was close to orgasm.
Normally, the stroking Bob was giving her cunt wouldn't be enough to get her Off. But after all that she'd been through today, her pussy was ready to cum again.
Bob changed from one finger to two. He used his first two fingers to slide up and down Jill's wet pussy-slit. He pressed firmly with his fingers, causing Jill's pussy-lips to part.
Jill hadn't had anyone massage her cunt as firmly and sensually as Bob was doing for quite some time. Her knees were growing weaker with each pass of Bob's probing fingers in her cunt.
A small voice spoke up in the back of Jill's mind, cautioning her to beware.
Jill wasn't quite sure what to beware of, so she didn't pay much attention to the uneasy feeling.
She still had her arms draped over Bob's strong shoulders. Her knees were so wobbly that she would have fallen if Bob hadn't been supporting a good share of her weight with his hand between her legs.
The pressure in her cunt persisted. Bob continued to rub his two fingers firmly up and down the slit of her pussy.
Jill could feel her cunt-juices flowing over Bob's fingers and hand. She had no control over her aroused cunt. Bob was in control now. And he was doing a masterful job on her pussy.
"Bob," Jill moaned softly, "I think I need to sit down-before I fall down."
Bob helped Jill to a sitting position on the floor. Then he propped her head onto the pile of their clothing on the floor.
Jill opened her eyes to see the ceiling overhead. She saw cables and steel beams crisscrossing above her. She closed her eyes again, to concentrate more fully on the caressing being doled out to her pussy.
Jill felt her legs being spread by Bob's hands. She braced herself for the plunge of his big cock into her more-than-ready pussy. Much to her surprise, however, the plunge didn't come.
Jill opened her eyes just in time to see Bob crawling toward her on hands and knees. She saw him stop with his face just over her cunt. She saw Bob slowly lower his face into her crotch. She closed her eyes, to more fully concentrate on the business at hand.
Bob nestled his face right up to Jill's wet cunt. He rested his head on her inner thigh, and used his hands to open her pussy. Bob used the first two fingers of each hand to spread her glistening pussy-lips. When he had her cunt as far open as he could get it, he leaned forward and fucked his tongue deep into her cunt-hole.
"Oh God! Tongue-fuck my pussy, Bob!" Jill cried.
Bob increased the pressure parting her cunt-lips. He could now see deep into Jill's pink pussy. He licked deep into her cunt-slit. He pressed as hard as he could with the tip of his tongue as it slid through her hot, wet pussy-fold.
"Please, Bob, fuck me now!" Jill begged.
The ache in Jill's pussy was enormous. She was orgasming freely now. Every few moments she felt another gush of pussy-juice.
What she really wanted, and needed, was a big fat cock shoved deep into her fuck-hole.
If she had to endure the wait much longer, she feared she might pass out.
"Oh please, Bob!" Jill begged again. "Fuck me! I'm going crazy! I want your cock in my cunt now!"
Bob felt no pressure from Jill's threats and begging. He was enjoying the best-tasting pussy he'd had in what seemed like years. He wasn't going to let it get away too fast.
Bob finally stopped licking Jill's cunt-slit. He released her pussy-lips from under his pressing fingers. Much to his surprise, her cunt-slot stayed wide open without the aid of his fingers.
He rubbed the ball of his thumb along Jill's pussy-lips to her clit. He gently pressed her stiff clit with his thumb.
"Aaaaargh!" Jill cried as another flood erupted from her pussy.
She started to crawl and squirm around as yet another orgasm racked her mind.
Shit, Bob thought, this lady's going to blow a fuse if I don't fuck her soon. With that thought came two others. How much could this lady take without passing out cold? And how could he keep her going for a little while longer before he fucked her brains out?
Jill felt Bob pull away and slowly climb to his feet.
"Don't go," she pleaded in a frightened voice. "You haven't fucked my ass off yet!"
"Don't worry, I need to get something first."
"That's sweet, but I'm on the pill. Fuck away!"
"That's not what I'm going to get," Bob said as he walked past John's sleeping form to the pile of parts from the blower.
Jill saw Bob bend over to pick something up, but couldn't see what it was. She was suddenly worried. What if this guy took a hammer to her, or a saw or something? She started to rise.
"Sit tight," Bob said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Jill saw Bob start back to where she was sprawled on the floor on the pile of clothes. She saw that Bob didnt have any tools in his hand, so she dismissed the idea that he was going to harm her.
She leaned back and waited-waited to see just what it was that had taken Bob's attention from her pussy so suddenly.
Bob returned to his place between Jill's thighs. With his free hand, he resumed rubbing and stroking her still-hot pussy. After only a moment, he heard her moan. She was back on track. Back in his hands like putty.
He brought his other hand up to her pussy. In this hand, he held four of the nine ballbearings from the bearing set on the blower motor that had been replaced.
Each metal ball was approximately an inch and a half in diameter.
Bob placed three of the steel ball-bearings on the floor between Jill's thighs. The fourth ball he brought toward her wet pussy.
Jill gasped as something very hard was pressed against her cunt-lips. She had no idea what Bob had, but it was obvious what he intended to do with it. He was going to shove it into her cunt.
"Ahhh, ohhhh!" Jill sighed as the first ball was thrust gently into her cunt.
Jill had used dildos on her pussy since she was a teenager. This didn't feel like a dildo. It felt more like a ben-wa ball, but it was many times heavier than a ben-wa ball. Besides, where in the hell would Bob have gotten a ben-wa ball?
She was still trying to figure out what the guy had shoved into her cunt-hole, when she felt him working at her pussy-lips again. She gasped as another similar object was crammed into her cunt.
Jill's pussy quickly adjusted to the two ballbearings. Her pussy could adjust to almost anything, and two ball-bearings were no exception.
Bob was enjoying himself.
He was getting excited as hell. His cock was hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum everywhere. If he didn't fuck her soon, his cock would go off by itself.
Bob was amazed at how easily Jill's pussy had taken the two ball-bearings. With one finger, he pushed the bearings deeper into her pussy. He saw Jill's pussy-lips start to twitch again.
He poked and prodded the metal balls deep into her cunt again and again.
Jill felt as if the balls in her cunt would pop out her mouth. They were so deep in her, she thought briefly about their retrieval. It would be hard to explain to a doctor just exactly how steel balls had gotten lodged in her cunt.
With two balls deep in Jill's cunt, Bob tried a third. He rolled it over her pussy-lips for several seconds before gently shoving it into her cunt-hole.
The ball-bearing slid in easily, as Bob had known it would. Her cunt was so stretched out after the first two that a third would cause no problems. Which it didn't.
"Shit!" Jill cried. "That feels so fucking fantastic! Fuck me now, Bob!"
Bob considered Jill's offer of fucking her now.
It seemed like such a waste. He had four of the steel balls, and had only used three of them. Why hot see if this cunt could take four of them?
Rather than try, and end up hurting Jill, Bob decided to ask her opinion.
"Hey, foxy cunt. Can you take one more?" he asked, keeping his hand over the mouth of her pussy.
It would be a shame to have her pussy spit out the three balls that he already had crammed in.
Jill was barely able to talk. All her attention was riveted on her aching pussy. Never in her life had she had so much in her fuek-hole. It was amazing, and felt great. She was hanging on the brink of orgasm constantly now.
"Try it, baby. But slowly . ... " Jill whispered. "We don't want to split my pussy wide open here,.do we?"
"That, we don't want. You're right," Bob agreed. "Slowly it is, foxy cunt."
Jill spread her legs as wide as they could possibly go, in an attempt to open her pussy just a little bit wider. She lifted her knees off the floor. This caused her hips to rise off the floor slightly, and gave Bob a downward shot at her pussy. That way, he didn't have to worry about the three metal balls falling out of her cunt.
She felt Bob rolling the last ball-bearing over her soaking wet cunt-lips. When the ball was thoroughly wet with her pussy-juice, she felt it being gently pushed into her cunt.
Once again, Jill's pussy opened wide to accept the steel ball. When the last ball hit the others inside her pussy, the gentle nudge sent her off into a mind-tearing orgasm that lasted for almost a minute.
All through her rocking and bucking, Jill felt Bob's hand on her cunt. He was keeping the steel balls in her cunt, which was keeping her rocketing on a huge orgasm.
Jill finally stopped jerking and bucking as her orgasm slowed.
With nearly four pounds of steel in her cunt, Jill was never far from the throes of orgasm. All it took was a bump of the steel balls to send her off on her orgasmic journey again.
Sensing that Jill was about to enter an orgasm from which she might never return, Bob stopped nudging the balls in her pussy. He merely applied enough pressure to keep them from falling out.
After a while, Jill had calmed down.
"Are.you still with me, foxy cunt?" Bob asked.
"I'm back with you, not still with you. I left for quite a while there. That was the most fantastic feeling I've ever felt before! How did you know about those balls?"
"I didn't know about them. The idea just came to me while I was sitting here enjoying pussy-pie," Bob replied.
"Well, just don't go pushing and prodding those damn pussy-rattlers or I'll go off into the wild blue yonder again," Jill warned in a hushed tone.
She was still having a great deal of difficulty catching her breath, with the four steel balls in her pussy.
"There's just one more thing I have in mind," Bob said.
"Fuck!" Jill cried. "What now? Going to drive your car into my hairy garage?"
"You were right the first time-fuck!" Bob exclaimed. "You asked for it, so now you'll get it!"
"Great!" Jill agreed, seeing a way to get the heavy steel balls out of her pussy. They felt great, but she couldn't control her orgasms worth shit with them inside her cunt.
"Roll over, and get on your knees," Bob instructed.
She rolled over slowly, with Bob's hand firmly against her pussy.
Slowly, she rose to her hands and knees, with her pussy still covered by Bob's hand.
"I hate to break this to you, but my pussy won't take your cock and the ball-bearings," Jill warned.
She didn't hear a word from Bob. She felt the head of his cock brush against her cunt-lips. His cock-knob felt strangely hot compared to the cold ball-bearings. She felt him rub his prick up and down her pussy-groove. He rubbed his spongy cock-head from her cunt-mound back to her asshole and then back again.
Every now and then, he gave the steel balls a gentle prod to send Jill back into the throes of orgasm.
Again and again, Bob nudged the metal balls in Jill's pussy, and again and again she felt her body go weak. Orgasm was a constant thing now. Jill's pussy was soaking wet, but it still managed to put out a small amount of cunt-cream each time she came.
Jill's arms were just about to collapse, when she suddenly felt a searing hot pain knife-through her guts.
"Aaaaaargh! Fuck! Shit!" she screamed, trying to scramble out of Bob's grasp and away from the awful pain.
It felt as if Jill's asshole had been torn open.
After several seconds, the pain ceased and Jill realized what had happened.
Bob had rammed his entire cock-lance into her asshole. Her pussy was full, so he'd taken the back-door approach.
Jill felt Bob's hands dig into her sides as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. The feel of his cock in her ass and the ball-bearings in her cunt was too much for Jill. Her arms collapsed and she went down.
Everything went black for Jill.
Bob felt Jill collapse. He was so close to cumming, that he continued to fuck his cock into her tight ass.
It took only a moment before Bob's cock erupted a flood of cum deep in Jill's ass-guts. He pumped himself dry in Jill's ass before pulling his cock out.
As Bob pulled his priek out, he let the steel balls fall out of Jill's pussy. They fell heavily on the floor with a clanking sound.
The sudden relief of pressure in lier ass and cunt brought Jill back to consciousness.
"Shit! I've never been fucked like that," she said, panting on the floor.
Bob was already cleaning his prick off and searching for his clothes.
"Party's over?" she asked.
"Yeah, foxy cunt, party's over. We have to get back to work, and you have to go home," Bob explained.
"Oh sure, fuck me and throw me out!" Jill teased.
"Well, I'll tell you what. I'll fuck you again if you'd like, only this time, I'll have John face-fuck you at the same time* Sound like fun?" Bob asked.
"I think I'd best be going. Maybe some other time." Jill crawled to where John was sleeping and shook his leg. "Time to wake up, lover. You have work to do."
John slowly crawled to his feet and began searching for his clothing.
After saying her good-byes, Jill walked unsteadily toward the door they'd entered. It seemed like they'd been in here fucking for days. Jill was unsure as to how long it really was.
Once out of the mezzanine, it took Jill almost ten minutes to find her way out of the Data Tech plant.
She drove home, satisfied and acutely aware of her sore pussy and cum-slimed asshole.
It had been quite a day for Jill Morgan.
Chapter Six
It was almost dark when Jill returned home. The house was dark and empty.
Jill set about starting a fire and fixing dinner. She fixed enough for two, even though she doubted Jeff would be home before dinner was cold.
Jill had gotten used to this kind of night. Jeff would oftentimes stay late at work, and she would eat alone, or watch television until she fell asleep on the couch.
Then Jeff would come home, wake her up, put the cold left-overs in the refrigerator and join her in bed.
This night was no exception.
It was nearly midnight when Jeff arrived home. The dinner Jill had prepared was cold, the fire was out and Jill was asleep on the couch.
"Wake up, sleepy," Jeff said as he shook Jill's shoulder gently.
Jill followed her husband to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. The ache in her abused pussy was already subsiding. By morning it would be gone.
She and Jeff were both tired-for different reasons. So they both fell asleep quickly.
The sun was warm and bright when Jill crawled out of bed Sunday morning.
After a long, steamy shower, Jill dressed in jeans and a baggy sweat shirt. She had quite a collection of Jeff's old cut-off sweat shirts. He tired of them, so she cut the sleeves off and chopped them off at mid-stomach. The result was a loose shirt that covered her tits, but not much else. Her tits remained hidden from prying eyes unless Jill was doing something active. Then her tits bounced everywhere and the cutoff shirt did little to hide them.
Jill wandered to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Jeff was not in the house, so she assumed he'd gotten up early and gone to work.
Stuck to the door of the refrigerator was a note in Jeffs handwriting. Jill pulled it from under the magnet and began to read ...
Dear Jill-
I got up early to go to work. I'm sorry about this weekend. It's going to be a total washout. Tell you what-why don't you cruise up to the hills without me? Check in with Linda in Estes. If I need anything, I'll reach you through her. Don't worry about me. I'll be at the office all day. I'll call tonight and maybe come join you on Monday.
Love, Jeff
Jill re-read the note while waiting for the water to boil.
She tried not to be angry with Jeff. It wasn't his fault she'd planned to go to the mountains this weekend without first checking with him. It also wasn't Jeff's fault that he had a deadline to meet with his computer program.
But hell! She wanted to see the aspen turning with him,'not with Linda.
Jill sat at the table to drink her cup of tea. Her mind wandered from Jeff to Linda.
Linda was an old friend from college. They'd both had dreams and goals when they were in school together. Linda was surviving as a writer, something Jill had always admired. She had a cabin in the mountains north of Estes Park, a small summer resort town.
The more Jill thought about Linda, the more she thought she might as well spend the day in the mountains. She sure wouldn't get anything done around the house.
Jill made two quick phone calls before returning to the bedroom to pack. The first call was to Jeff, to tell him she was going to visit Linda. The second call was to Linda. Jill wanted to be sure that after she drove for two hours there would be someone home to let her in.
Linda said she would love some company. Especially the company of an old friend like Jill.
Jill hurried to the bedroom to pack some essentials. It took no more than ten minutes, and Jill was ready to go. She left a quick note to Jeff and left the house.
The drive fo Linda's house was beautiful. Jill tried to get up to see Linda at least once a year, and always enjoyed the drive through the nigh country.
Jill turned off the main road and onto Linda's private drive. The drive twisted and turned its way deeper into the woods. Linda lived almost a mile back from the road.
Jill parked her car in front of Linda's house. She opened the door and crawled out of her cramped driving position. She stretched her arms as high as she could and took a deep breath of cool, crisp, mountain air.
"Isn't that just like you? Not here ten seconds, and already you're flaunting your big tits!" came a voice from the side of the house.
"So what if I am flaunting my tits? They're well worth showing off."
"That they are," Linda agreed as she walked to where Jill was standing.
Jill met her friend with open arms. They embraced and kissed each other on the cheek.
"You still surviving as a writer?" Jill asked.
"You bet. Don't see me moving back to town do you?"
"No, and I hope I never do. It's too nice up here to ever leave."
"Boy, that's the truth," Linda said. "I mean, have you ever stopped to consider, my nearest neighbor is over two miles away? If I was getting my ass fucked off and hollering my lungs out, he'd never hear me. Isn't that marvelous?"
"I'd never looked at it quite like that-but yeah, I guess that is great."
Jill fished her suitcase out of the back of the car and followed Linda into the cabin.
Once inside, Jill glanced around the cabin. Several little things caught her eye, including a new book propped up on the mantle.
"One of yours?" Jill asked, motioning toward the mantle.
"My latest. It's not too bad. The critics say it's my best yet. Who knows? It might be."
"Do I get an autographed copy?"
"Oh, I guess I can spring for one."
Jill made a mental note to pick up a copy of the book before she left.
"Have you eaten?" Linda asked.
"No, but I'm not all that hungry. I just got up a couple of hours ago. Don't worry about me."
"You always were a bum. You and your late sleeping. Let me guess-you and Jeff fucked your brains out like a couple of alley cats last night, and that's why you were so tired."
"Well, that's partially right," Jill said. "Jeff was at work all day, and I managed without him."
"Oh, you naughty little girl! Shame on you. I ought to tell on you!" Linda joked.
"I've never lied to Jeff. If he ever asks if I've messed around on him, I'll tell him the truth and we can deal with it as it comes. Until then, I don't worry too much about it. I'm on the pill, so I won't have any little accidents to explain. It's not any big deal."
"I see," Linda said. "Some things never change, do they? You've been a horny little slut since the first day I met you, and you haven't changed a bit!"
"Now, why would I change? I'm having so much fun being a horny little slut. Besides, yesterday was area! ball."
"I don't think I want to know any more. Spare me the details. I'd only get upset-and envious."
"Oh, don't give me that crap," Jill laughed. "I know you're running your own little whorehouse up here."
With that, both Jill and Linda broke up into laughter. They had always enjoyed ribbing each other about sex.
Linda motioned Jill into a chair. They sat and talked for almost two hours. They talked about the last year, about Jeff, about Linda's writing, but mostly about fucking.
With a sudden yelp, Linda jumped to her feet and grabbed Jill's hand.
"I almost forgot! Come with me. I have to show you my newest pride and joy," Linda said. Jill followed Linda out the back of the house and onto the rear deck.
Jill had always loved the view from the deck. Linda's house sat perched on a cliff. From the back deck, the view was breathtaking.
But the view was not what Linda wanted to show Jill this time. Jill had admired the view hundreds of times before. It was beautiful, but nothing new.
Linda tugged Jill over to one corner of the deck. At once, Jill saw what Linda's newest pride and joy was. Directly in front of Jill was the biggest hot tub she'd ever seen.
"What the hell did you need a pool for?" Jill asked.
"It's not a pool, silly. It's a hot tub. Big enough for eight people comfortably-or forty people in an orgy."
"Oh? And what would you know about orgies?" Jill chided.
"Oh, nothing. That's just what the salesman told me."
"Let me guess. He took one look at your tits and said he'd give you a tub for free if you'd fuck his brains out while hs wife was out of town," Jill teased.
"Now how'd you know?" Linda laughed. "Actually, he didn't give me the tub for free. I got it for forty percent off the list price. He threw in his share of the commission and got me a great deal on it."
"And for that, you just gave him a pretty smile?"
"Well, we might have tried it out the first night," Linda admitted. "And maybe once the second night, a little."
"I think I'm beginning to get the picture," Jill said.
Knowing Linda Uke Jill did, she wouldn't have been at aU surprised to find the guy dead in the bottom of the tub. He probably got fucked to death.
"So," Linda said, "you interested in trying it out later tonight?"
"Just us?"
Jill had never had sex with another lady. But the thought had crossed her mind more than once. She had to admit, if there was ever a woman to turn her on, it was Linda. Linda had a body that made Jill look like she needed a training bra.
Linda had incredible tits. They weren't so huge they were gross, but they were close. She wore a 40-D bra. From there she slimmed down to a 28-inch waist and back to 36-inch hips. Her body, together with wavy blonde hair that hung halfway to her ass, made Linda a hot-looking lady.
"No, not just us in the tub," Linda corrected. "I have some friends coming over later. I thought you'd get along with them, so I didn't call and cancel when you called."
"They're not weird or anything, are they?" Jill asked.
"Not any weirder than you, sweety."
"What the hell. It could be fun," Jill decided.
"Oh, it will be! I promise!" Linda chuckled.
Not exactly sure what the chuckle was for, Jill decided not to ask. She figured the friends were planning to come over before she had called this morning. Whatever Linda had planned was not merely for Jill's benefit. It had been planned in advance, so it couldn't be too wild. Could it?
Jill decided not to sweat it. She would enjoy whatever it was that Linda had planned. If she didn't, she could always go home.
Jill walked back toward the house. It was only three in the afternoon, but the air was already starting to turn cold.
"Let's go in before I freeze. This fresh mountain air is toxic to us city people," Jill said as she opened the door to the house.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I sometimes forget. Not everyone is used to the chill mountain air."
Linda followed Jill into the house, closing the door behind her. She walked to the stove and turned the burner on under a tea kettle.
"Want a cup of tea?" Linda offered.
"Yes, please. That would be great."
Jill and Linda talked the afternoon away. They drank several cups of tea, most of them laced with brandy. Both Jill and Linda were eventually on the verge of being drunk. Jill decided to lay off the booze. If she ended up driving home later tonight, she'd need to be sober to get out of the mountains in one piece.
Jill glanced at the clock. She was stunned to see that it was almost seven o'clock. The sun had long since set behind the distant peaks. She and Linda had talked the afternoon and a portion of the evening away.
Jill was just about to ask again what the evening's plans were, when she heard a car engine in the distance. The engine was pulling hard, and getting closer.
"That must be them," Linda said as she rose and walked to the door.
Jill followed Linda out the front door of the cabin just in time to see a dark-colored car park next to her car. The driver turned off the headlights and killed the engine.
Now, for the moment of truth, Jill thought. How many people are here? And what kind of people are they?
Jill watched in anticipation as both car doors opened. Linda walked down the steps to greet her guests. Jill remained on the porch.
From the driver's side of the car emerged the hottest-looking man Jill had seen in quite some time. He was very tall and had short, wavy brown hair. His shoulders were broad and his hips narrow.
Jill instantly found her pussy starting to stir. Boy, this guy could be a great fuck, she thought.
Then another guy got out of the passenger side.
Jill first thought the two men were twins. After careful study, she could see that the second man wasn't quite as tall as the first, and not as broad in the shoulders. They were probably brothers, she figured.
Jill watched as each man closed his car door and walked toward Linda at the front of the car. She saw them all embrace and exchange hugs and kisses. The guys had closed their doors, so there were only the two. Two perfect-looking men. Jill flushed as she realized what Linda had planned for the evening.
The party of three neared the steps, arm in arm. When they were almost on top of Jill, the shorter of the two men jumped.
"Whoa, I didn't see you standing there in the dark," he said to Jill.
"Oops!" Linda said. "I got myself so involved, I forgot. I'd like you both to meet a dear friend of mine. This is Jill Morgan. We were roommates in college. Jill, this is Steven." Linda motioned toward the taller of the two men. "And this is Max, his brother."
"Nice to meet you both," Jill said.
"Seems to me that we've heard your name mentioned before by Linda," Steve remarked. "Something about promiscuously obtaining test answers before the test was given, as I recall."
Jill blushed. "Yeah, that was me. I'm almost afraid to ask what other juicy little bits of information my dear friend Linda has enlightened you with."
"Probably better not to ask," Linda warned. "You might be reminded of all sorts of things you've forgotten about from our carefree days of youth."
"Yeah, you're right," Jill said.
They all walked into the warmth of the cabin and closed the door.
Jill went to the kitchen and began reheating the tea kettle, figuring the guys would like some tea or coffee.
While the water heated, Jill returned to the living room where everyone had settled. Linda and the guys were busy catching up on the latest gossip about their mutual friends.
Everyone wanted tea with a shot of brandy. Jill returned to the kitchen to prepare the drinks, then came back with the steaming cups of spiked tea. She served the others, then she took a seat on the couch next to Steve.
Just sitting next to Steve and listening to him speak was enough to get Jill aroused. It would be a real shame if Linda had planned a late dinner out with the guys. Jill was starting to have other ideas of her own.
Don't rush it, she told herself.
Jill listened to the three old friends talk.
From the conversation, she gathered that it had been roughly six months since the three had last seen each other.
The guys were brothers. They owned a construction company in Vail.
Jill knew the brothers were there to fuck her and Linda, and her eager pussy was already heating up as she sat primly and sipped her tea.
Chapter Seven
As the night progressed, the topic of conversation drifted to sex and sexual experiences. Everyone was telling brief stories about interesting sexual encounters they'd had in the last few months.
Linda offered as her story the time she spent with the hot-tub salesman.
At last, Jill learned all the true facts that Linda had only alluded to. There had not been one salesman, but rather a salesman and two installation men. They had all tried out the tub-and Linda, as well.
The two handsome brothers listened intently as Linda described in graphic detail how she'd been able to take care of all three of the men at one time.
Linda explained how she'd taken the salesman's cock in her mouth, one worker's cock in her ass and the other in her cunt while lying on top of him.
"Sounds interesting," Jill said, grinning.
"That it does," Steve agreed. "And I've known Linda for years, and I know she could doit!"
Without even thinking, Jill asked: "How do you know she could do it?"
After only a moment of hesitation, Max answered for his brother.
"He knows, because except for the cock in her mouth, we've done the rest on several occasions."
"I see," Jill said. "I can see that you two are very close, even for brothers."
"Yep, share and share alike," Steve said, winking.
The room assumed the atmosphere of a very relaxed party. The stories of sexual encounters continued. Jill started to feel very relaxed and at ease with the two brothers.
After a time, it was Jill's turn to relate a sexual experience.
It took only a small amount of coaxing before she opened up. Since it was still fresh in her mind, she told about her wild afternoon with Bob and John at Data Tech.
Several times during the story, one of the brothers would interrupt to have a detail clarified. It was obvious they were paying close attention and rapidly gaining respect for Jill.
By the end of her story, Jill was no longer nervous about the two men.
"Who's hungry?" Linda asked.
Everybody was.
While Linda prepared some sandwiches, Jill gazed out the window into the darkness. She happened to notice a thermometer outside.
"Hey, Linda. Hope that tub is really warm."
"It is," Linda said. "Why? Are you checking the temperature?"
"Yep. Would you believe it's down to thirty-five degrees?"
"Hey, babe, this is life in the hills," Linda kidded. "It gets real cold up here at night." Then, as a second thought, Linda said: "Do you guys want to put the top on the tub and ruin the view of the stars? I mean, we don't want Jill to get too cold on us, do we?"
"I'll take care of Jill," Steve replied, slipping his arm around Jill's slim waist. "She won't be cold."
Even though Jill had just met Steve, she was not offended by his advance. Actually, she was quite excited by the prospect of having this Adonis fuck her silly in the hot tub.
The group of four decided to avoid crumbs in the waters and ate their snacks in the kitchen.
Afterward, they all walked out onto the deck.
Linda bent over the tub and pulled off the insulating cover. Steam rolled off the surface of the water, filling the air with the smell of warm chlorine.
It was obvious to Jill that nobody intended to wear any swim trunks.
She kicked off her shoes and tugged at her socks. Standing in cold, bare feet, she reached behind her back and pulled her baggy, cut-off sweatshirt over her head. She felt her big tits bounce in the cold air. The chill made her nipples stand up at once.
Pausing for a moment, Jill looked around the group. Linda was already stepping out of her pants. Max and Steve were both trying to unbutton their shirts, and watch Jill and Linda at the same time.
"Get a load of these guys, Linda," Jill remarked. "They're so damn busy watching us that they're going to freeze their cocks off before they get in the tub."
"That's usual for these two," Linda commented. "It's like they've never seen tits before. Every time we get together, all they can do is watch my tits."
This remark got a laugh from everyone, including Steve and Max.
"Do you suppose they're fucking something without tits when they're not with you?" Jill asked.
"You know, I never thought about it, but you're probably right."
Jill walked over to Steve, who now had his shirt off and was working on his shoes.
"Hey, Steve," Jill called softly. "Are you going to tell me you've been fucking something with no tits?"
"Well," Steve said. "I wouldn't exactly say no tits, but they sure as hell aren't the fucking jugs you two have hanging off your chests!"
After the laughter died, Jill placed her hands under her tits. She pushed them up and forward for Steve to have a closer look. Her tits were cold as hell, but she didn't mind. She was having fun.
"Aren't my tits beautiful?" she said.
"That they are," Steve remarked as he bent to take one of Jill's offered tits into his hand.
Jill was instantly surprised at the tenderness of his touch. His hands were very strong, but also quite soft.
With a short kiss to each stiff nipple, Steve resumed his undressing. By this time, Max was totally naked and had slipped into the water beside Linda.
Jill kicked off her pants and climbed into the hot water.
She now realized how foolish her question about the water being warm was. This water was past warm and was approaching hot. It felt good.
Jill slid down the side of the tub onto a seat carved in the wall of the tub. She leaned back against the wall and slid farther down. The warm water felt good on her bare tits. It started warming them almost immediately. She eased deeper into the water, until her mouth was under the surface. Only her nose and the top half of her face were exposed to the chilly air.
"Want me to get you a snorkel, Jill?" Steve asked as he climbed into the tub next to Jill.
Jill shook her head.
The hot tub was in the corner of Linda's deck. This was probably planned, thought Jill. The light from the windows didn't come close to illuminating the tub. Earlier, Jill had seen side and bottom lights in the tub, but they were not turned on. Whatever the group did, they would do in the dark. Could be interesting, thought Jill.
The talk in the tub was mostly small talk.
Jill noticed a muscular arm on the rim of the tub, behind her back. That would be Steve's, she figured.
Deciding to make the first move, Jill moved her hand through the water to where Steve was sitting. Her hand bumped his leg, and settled on his thigh, about six inches down from his crotch.
All talk from Linda and Max had ceased. Jill knew that could only mean one thing. They were busy with each other.
Jill felt Steve's arm behind her drop onto her shoulder, and hang over onto her chest. The strong weight on her shoulders and chest felt good. Jill heard a slight splash from Steve's direction. Immediately, Jill felt Steve's right hand brush past her arm in search of a tit. He found what he was looking for, grasping her tit.
Jill's nipples were no longer hard from the cold. Now they were hard from excitement.
She eased her hand up Steve's thigh, settling it on his hardening cock. She gripped his cock firmly, and started to stroke it.
Steve eased back in the tub and allowed himself to sink deeper in the water. This gave Jill more access to his hard prick.
Then Steve pulled Jill toward him. His arm was still around her shoulders. The hand on her tit was caressing and rubbing with gentle force.
Jill felt as if Steve could push her tit flat. Crush it, if he wanted to. The feeling of helplessness had always excited Jill beyond words. She was Steve's sex-slave, for as long as he wanted her.
In moving toward Steve, Jill had turned to face him. She could now put both hands to work on his cock.
Jill used one hand to continue slowly stroking Steve's cock underwater. The other hand, she used to massage his balls. Although she couldn't see beneath the surface, Jill could feel the size of this man's cock and balls. His prick fit into the category of huge, bordering on dangerous.
Feeling a cock that size made Jill horny.
Without a second thought, Jill took a deep breath, filling her lungs to their limit. She ducked under the water and dove on Steve's cock.
She took a little over half of the length of his fucker into her mouth. To do any more would require more work than she was able to do under the water.
Jill sucked on Steve's colossal cock as best she could underwater.
She placed both hands under Steve's ass. Using the leverage to hold herself down, she slid her mouth down the thick shaft of Steve's cock. At the point of gagging, she pushed off and allowed her mouth to slide back up the cock-shaft. She kept the head of Steve's cock in her mouth at all times, but slid the rest in and out several times.
At the limit of her air, Jill surfaced. With a toss of her head, she threw her hot, wet hair over her shoulder and out of the way.
Not waiting for a comment from Steve, Jill pulled herself onto him and straddled his hips with her legs. She was sitting on Steve's thighs, facing him, with her arms draped around his neck.
Jill pulled herself forward to kiss Steve. Their lips met. They locked in a hot, lusty embrace. Jill drove her eager tongue into Steve's waiting mouth. Her tongue darted in and around his mouth. She ran her tongue over his perfect, smooth teeth. Hungrily, she forced her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth.
With equal fervor, Steve sought to explore Jill's mouth.
Jill felt Steve's hands leave her tits. They circled her back and shoulders. She was as close as she could get, but still his strong arms crushed her. She felt her tits crushing against his strong chest. She felt her hard nipples poke at his firm, muscular chest.
Jill pushed away from Steve with her arms. The pressure from his arms abated. Without breaking away from his hot lips, Jill eased back slightly. She moved far enough away to leave a gap between their bodies.
She slowly drew her hands down Steve's body to his hard cock.
Jill grasped his cock and aimed it for her cunt-hole. She eased back on her haunches until she felt the swollen cock-tip touch her pussy-lips. She rocked ever so slightly, allowing the head of Steve's prick to travel up and down her wet pussy-slot.
After sliding his cock up and down her cunt-gash several times, Jill lined the cock-head up with her fuck-hole, and then she slowly sat down.
She impaled her pussy on the handsome stud's big cock.
"Ah . . . ohhhhhi" she gasped, trying to be quiet.
"God, you're one foxy lady," Steve whispered in her ear.
With that for encouragement, Jill put her hot pussy to work.
She pulled her cunt up, along the entire length of his prick-shaft. When only the prick-head remained inside her pussy, she eased back down, trying to work his cock deeper into her fuck-hole.
Jill could feel from the lack of bodily contact that Steve's cock was longer than her pussy could handle. She continued to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. Each time she settled back down onto the cock-meat, she felt herself get a little closer to Steve's body. She was mak-
ing progress!
It took quite a few attempts, but finally, after lifting her knees toward her tits, Jill was able to cram the entire length of cock into her cunt.
Jill considered this nothing short of amazing. That was one big fucking cock! And not just any pussy could take it all. But then, Jill didn't have just any pussy.
She felt Steve's strong hands attack her tits again. She felt him tug gently at each nipple. Helping out, she leaned forward to allow Steve to take a tit-tip into his mouth.
Jill could feel his tongue working on her rigid nipple. He was licking circles around the nipple and flicking it lightly with just the tip of his tongue.
When his mouth opened slightly, Jill thrust her chest forward, driving her huge tit deeper into Steve's mouth. lit doing so, she had to lean forward, causing the cock-meat in her cunt to slide out slightly.
After giving Steve a moment to enjoy sucking her tit, Jill pulled it gently from his mouth and slammed her ass back down on his thighs. The cock she was still impaled on lanced through her pussy, fucking in deep.
The feeling was so good, Jill almost came.
She raised up until only the head of Steve's cock remained in her fuck-hole. Carefully, without letting his prick slip out, she turned around. She was now facing the far side of the tub, with Steve behind her. She sat down heavily on his upthrust cock. It fucked into her slick, hot pussy with ease.
Jill put her feet down on the bottom of the tub. Allowing her knees to flex, she was able to fuck up and down on Steve's cock with ease.
"Oh, that feels so good, Jill," Steve quietly moaned.
Jill reached back and grabbed her ass-cheeks. She spread them apart and leaned forward in the water. This allowed for even deeper penetration of her already-stretched pussy.
After fucking her pussy up and down on his cock several times, Jill felt Steve's body start to twitch. He was going to cum.
Jill was close to orgasm herself, but she might not make it.
"Wait!" she pleaded to Steve.
In an attempt to hurry her orgasm along, Jill dove on her pussy and clit with both hands. She plunged one finger, then two, into her cock-stuffed pussy. The fingers alongside Steve's cock made her start to quiver. With her thumb, she rubbed her clit, constantly increasing the pressure.
Jill felt the orgasm start in her loins. She removed her hands from her cunt-hole. In the last seconds before climax, she fucked her pussy up and down on Steve's cock at a furious pace.
The explosion of her orgasm hit at the same time thick, hot wads of Steve's steamy cum shot deep into her pussy.
"Shit!" Jill exclaimed, still jumping and twisting furiously on the impaling cock-meat. "What a fucking ride!"
Still, the hot jets of Steve's cum were shooting into Jill's pussy. Judging from the size of his balls, she was sure he would have a huge cum-load. She was right.
As Jill felt the spurts of cum start to diminish, she slowed her fucking pace. Ever so slowly, Jill stopped riding the stud's giant cock.
With Steve's prick still inside her pussy, Jill relaxed.
Chapter Eight
Relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasm, with Steve's prick still up her pussy, Jill kept sitting on his lap in the warm water.
She felt two strong hands reach around her sides to get at her tits. Once they found the objects of their search, Steve's strong arms began to pull. She felt herself being pulled back, against Steve's still-heaving chest.
Jill allowed herself to rock back against Steve's brawny chest. In sheer exhaustion, she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"You're a dynamite lady. Did you know that?" Steve whispered.
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
"No, I'd say you were lying. You fuck like a lady who's* dynamite-and knows it."
Sensing the conversation getting too serious, Jill kissed Steve on the ear. She lifted herself off of his spent cock and sat on the edge of his lap.
Something suddenly occurred to Jill. She hadn't heard a peep out of Linda and Max in quite a while. It was so dark she couldn't see anything.
Either they had left the tub sometime while Jill and Steve were fucking like animals, or Max had Linda choked with his cock.
Being far from finished for the evening, Jill dropped her hand into Steve's lap. Much to her surprise, his limp cock was regaining some of its earlier firmness.
"You didn't think I was through with you, did you?" Steve asked quietly.
"I was hoping you weren't. It would be pretty embarrassing for you if I had to goto your baby brother in search of a man," Jill threatened.
"Go to my 'baby brother' and you might get more than you planned for, little girl."
Deciding not to further question his warning, Jill turned her attention to Steve's steadily swelling prick.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Hey, what do you say we go claim the guest bedroom?" she suggested.
"What? And leave this fabulous hot tub?" Steve said.
"Yeah. My body is fine, but my face is getting numb from the cold air," Jill complained.
"I know what you mean," Steve said. "And I guess we could go inside-under one condition."
"Name it," Jill countered.
"I get to call the shots in the re-match."
That was the first time Jill had ever heard fucking called a re-match. She giggled at Steve's choice of words, but agreed to his condition.
Quickly, Jill stood up in the freezing air. Good thing there wasn't any wind, or they'd freeze to death between the hot tub and the door to the cabin.
Jill stepped out of the tub, instantly wishing they'd remembered to bring towels. She scooped up her clothes and made a mad dash for the door, with Steve right behind her.
"Hey, throw us out a towel when you get inside!" came Linda's voice from the tub.
"Not a chance!" Jill shouted over her shoulder as she jerked the door open.
Inside, Steve followed Jill to the spare bedroom. They stopped on the way to grab a towel from the rack in the bathroom. Jill dried her hair and body quickly, then handed the towel to Steve.
The spare bedroom was sparsely furnished. The room contained a small dresser and a queen-sized bed. Attached to one wall in the far corner was a small shelf that served as a desk. There was a wooden straight-backed chair pushed up to the desk.
Jill collapsed on the bed, her long legs spread invitingly.
"Hey, stud! Want some?" she asked Steve.
Not getting a reply, Jill dropped both hands to her cum-filled pussy. She parted her cunt-lips with one hand and dipped two fingers deep into her fuck-hole.
After fucking her fingers in and out of her hot cunt several times, Jill withdrew her fingers. They were coated with Steve's still-warm cum.
"Want to taste?" she asked, holding her hand out for Steve.
Before he had a chance to say or do anything, Jill pulled her hand back and thrust it into her own mouth. The cum was salty, but good.
Jill had always gotten off on the taste of pussy-aged cum.
She loved to scoop the hot cock-cream out of her cunt with two fingers and lick her hand clean. Something about the pussy-juice made the jism taste much better.
Jill continued to dip fuck-slime out of her pussy as Steve looked on.
She could see she was driving him nuts. His prick was sticking straight out from his body now. Another few minutes, and he'd be ready to fuck her again.
After several minutes of dipping into her pussy and licking her fingers, Jill ceased to taste any cum. She had cleaned her pussy.
Time for another shot of cum, she thought.
With her legs still spread invitingly, Jill bent her knees and drew her heels up to her ass. The result was the clearest, widest and best beaver-shot Steve had ever seen. Had he concentrated just a little harder, he could have gushed cum all over Jill without her even touching his prick.
"Hey, lover. Come fuck my ass off," Jill whispered.
"Remember, I'm calling the shots here," Steve reminded her.
"So-shoot away!"
Steve crawled to her. He lay next to her, between her body and the edge of the bed. She extended her long, sexy legs, allowing her knees to drop. With legs straight, Jill turned onto her side to look at his magnificent body.
Jill tried never to fall in love with the man she let fuck her. She'd always felt that was a dangerous thing to let happen.
Steve, however, was a lover she knew she could become attached to quite easily.
Jill leaned closer to Steve and blew warmly into his ear. With her left hand, she reached toward his cock. His stiff cock seemed to leap into Jill's searching hand. His prick felt rock hard against her fingers. She was sure the guy could drive a nail with this tool.
"Boy, when you get hard, you don't fuck around, do you?" Jill whispered.
"Not on dry land, I don't. The hot-tub is another story. In the hot water, sometimes it won't get hard all the way," Steve explained.
"Well, it sure seems to be hard now!" she exclaimed as she gripped his cock firmly.
Slowly, Jill wrapped her fingers around the stud's swollen fucker. She gently slid her hand up and down the length of his huge cock. The pussy-juice that still coated her fingers and hand acted as a lubricant. Her hand slid and stroked steadily up and down his cock-shaft.
Jill probed into Steve's ear with the tip of her tongue. She breathed deeply and blew her hot breath into his ear.
Then she licked a trail down the side of his face and neck, to his chest. She quickly kissed her way over his brawny chest, headed for his rock-hard cock.
Jill kissed the entire length of Steve's cock-lance. She started at the pulsing prick-head and kissed her way down the cock-shaft length to his hairy balls. She took his balls in her hand and gently massaged them as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue darted swiftly across the cock-tip.
She could taste cum. She didn't know if the cum she tasted was fresh, or left over from the action in the hot tub.
Jill gradually worked the entire length of Steve's massive cock into her mouth and throat.
With the entire length of his cock buried in her mouth, Jill started to lift her head off of his lap. She slid her mouth up the length of cock-meat, until it was almost free of her lips. After a second of hesitation, she lowered her head again. The whole length of cock-meat ran smoothly through her mouth and into her throat again.
Jill quickly settled into a gentle cock-sucking rhythm. Up and down, up and down. She very slowly, but very steadily slid Steve's cock into and out of the hot depths of her throat.
She felt Steve's hand on her back.
"Remember, I'm calling the shots," he said.
Still not sure what this meant, Jill replied: "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Stand up," Steve directed.
I guess now's the time to find out what he's talking about, Jill thought as she crawled off of the bed.
Jill watched as Steve also climbed off the bed. She watched him pull the straight-back chair out from under the little desk. He pulled it toward the center of the room.
She had a pretty good idea what the chair was for. She felt her pussy quiver.
Steve walked to the closet and opened it up. Inside, hanging over the rod, was a length of rope. He tugged it loose.
"Bend over the back of the chair," he said.
Jill walked to the chair and bent over the back, grabbing the seat with her hands. She watched as Steve bound her hands to the seat of the chair. To her surprise, he used the remaining end of rope to bind her feet to the back legs of the chair.
Jill was extremely aroused. Being tied up excited her beyond words. She could feel the warm juice starting to run out of her cunt and down her thighs already.
Jill hoped that Steve wasn't into serious torture. That turned her off and frightened her. She also hoped nothing happened to Steve. She would be sore as hell by morning if she stayed bent over the chair all night.
She lost sight of Steve as he walked behind her, and she braced herself for the cock-lunge into her pussy that was sure to come.
Much to her surprise, Jill felt nothing. Then, after a few seconds, she felt Steve's tongue flick at her pussy. She felt him dart his tongue into her pussy-slit and around her hot, swollen pussy-lips.
Steve placed his hands on Jill's ass. He applied firm but gentle pressure, forcing her ass-cheeks apart.
When she felt as if her ass would split in two, she felt his tongue fuck deep into her cunt-hole. Again and again, he darted his tongue into her hot fuck-hole.
JiH could feel an orgasm building. The constant licking in her pussy was driving her wild. She tried to turn or twist in order to relieve the building pressure. She had no luck. She was securely tied to the chair, and she had absolutely no control over her pussy or her approaching orgasm.
Then Jill felt the pressure ease. She felt Steve remove his hands from her ass.
Again, Jill tensed for the big cock that was sure to ram into her cunt. Again, it didn't come.
Instead, Jill felt a gentle finger sliding up and down her wet cunt-slit. She felt Steve guide his finger gently over her pussy-lips and around her wet fuck-hole. After several passes, he slowly thrust his finger inside her pussy.
Steve fucked his finger in as far as it would go. Using his thumb, he gently rubbed Jill's swollen clit. He could feel her cunt-muscles tighten around his finger.
"Ahhhh!" Jill cried softly, as release came to her.
She felt a flood of pussy-cum wash over her cunt-lips and over Steve's probing finger.
Jill felt his finger slip out of her warm, wet fuck-hole. She could hear him stand up behind her. Again, she tensed for the inevitable cock-thrust. And again, it didn't come.
To Jill's surprise, she heard the door open. She couldn't see who entered, or left, as her ass was facing the door.
For several seconds Jill waited, unsure of who was in the room with her, if anyone. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door close. She had no idea whether she was alone or not.
Footsteps alerted Jill. She was not alone.
Then she saw Steve. He didn't say anything. He just walked around to face her.
Jill raised her head, and found herself looking directly at the tip of Steve's cock.
Without a word, she opened her mouth. She saw the cock coming toward her opened mouth, and she prepared to take it.
The same instant Steve's cock entered her mouth, Max fucked his cock into her vulnerable pussy.
"Arghhhhh!" Jill gasped around Steve's cock.
"Surprise!" Max and Steve yelled in unison.
Unable to talk, Jill gripped the chair more firmly.
She felt Max's cock fuck deeply into her cunt. He rammed the full length into her on his first lunge. Had she been able to, Jill would have cried out. As it was, she whimpered around Steve's prick.
Sensing Jill's pain, Max eased up on fucking her cunt. He pulled his cock out and slid it in more slowly the second time.
Jill felt Steve grab her face. He held her head still and began to face-fuck her. He rammed his cock deep into her throat, again and again. She felt his wiry cock-hair hit her mouth on every cock-lunge.
The other end of her body was being likewise abused. Max had given up his gentle fucking. He had begun to pound his prick harder and harder into her wet pussy.
Jill suddenly felt streams of hot cum shoot down her throat.
She tried to swallow it all, but was unable to. A small dribble of white cum ran down her chin and onto the chair seat as Steve pumped his cock dry in her sucking mouth.
She relaxed slightly when Steve pulled his spent cock out of her mouth.
The slamming cock in her pussy, however, continued to slam. Harder and harder, Max fucked his prick into her slurping pussy.
Max grabbed the back of the chair that held Jill. Using the chair to pull against, he slammed his fucker into her with newfound strength.
Jill felt as if Max's cock was going to pound its way through her body and emerge from her mouth.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt Max tense. After several seconds, she felt hot jets of cum shooting into her cunt. Max pounded her pussy with renewed vigor, pumping every last drop of his cum into her fuck-hole.
When the pounding ceased, Jill felt Max pull his wilted cock from her cum-drenched cunt.
Jill felt relieved. She could now be untied and allowed to sleep.
But then she suddenly felt someone working on her cunt again.
That someone was spreading her ass to get to her pussy-lips. Jill felt a tongue licking deeply into her cunt-hole. Again and again, the tongue darted over her clitand into her cum-filled cunt.
The licking in her cunt lasted for several minutes. More than once, Jill felt her pussy flush itself with juice. Whoever was eating her out knew exactly what she needed.
She was pretty sure it was Linda.
After tiring of the taste of Jill's pussy, Linda walked around to the front of the chair. Jill wasn't looking up.
Jill felt someone tug at the back of her hair. She raised her head, looking up into Linda's eyes.
"You've got a great-tasting pussy, babe," Linda said.
"Thanks," was all Jill could say.
To Jill's relief, Linda untied her hands and feet from the chair. Jill stood up straight and massaged the stiffness out of her back.
On the bed, Steve was leaning against the headboard, watching the action. Max was no longer in the room.
"Hey lady, you're a fantastic fuck!" Steve enthused.
"Glad you approve," Jill said sarcastically.
"Yeah," Linda said. "You'll probably get invited to our next annual fuck-a-thon."
"Yeah. Max and I were both really excited to hear Linda had a pretty friend that was going to be here this time. There's something about new blood, and all that."
Jill had to laugh. It was just like Linda to plan orgies with her friends. Jill had to think for a moment. What if she'd known about Steve and Max tonight? Would she still have come up? Probably so.
After several minutes of idle talk, Steve and Jill crawled under the blankets and snuggled up together. Linda had left them to go join Max for the night.
Chapter Nine
The phone ringing woke Jill with a start. It took a moment to remember where she was, and who she was with.
The night of fucking came back in a flood of memories.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open.
"Phone for you, Jill," Linda mumbled.
Jill crawled out of bed, still naked from the night before. She followed Linda to the phone, then Linda went back to bed.
"This is Jill."
"Hey, babe! It's after eleven. Did I wake you?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, but that's okay. I should be getting up, anyway."
"I tried to call last night. Were you and Linda out?"
"No, we must have been outside in the hot tub. Sorry we didn't hear you call."
"That's all right," Jeff said. "Hey, how about if I come up? We can see the sights."
"You get your program done?" Jill asked.
"Yep, finished it up late yesterday. I'm officially on vacation for a week."
"Yeah, sure. Come on up," Jill suggested, "See you in a couple of hours."
"Drive safely-see you when you get here."
She replaced the phone on the cradle.
Without waking anyone, Jill got cleaned up and got dressed. She grabbed a piece of toast to munch on while she wrote a quick note:
Linda-
Thanks for a great evening. Those two guys are fucking animals! I loved it. Jeff is on his way up. I grabbed some breakfast and will walk down to meet him at the gate. Say good-bye to Max and Steve for me. We're going to spend the day in town. We'll stop in when we pick up my car.
Jill
The long walk down to the road did Jill a world of good. Her thighs and pussy-muscles were sore from the night before. The walk eased the aches and pains.
Jill found a big rock at the edge of the road to sit on while she waited for Jeff. She waited about fifteen minutes before she heard his car lumbering up the steep hill.
She stepped out to the edge of the road just as Jeff's car came into view. The car eased to a stop directly in front of her.
Jill opened the door and slid in next to Jeff. She leaned toward him to give him a kiss.
"Have you been a good girl?" Jeff asked.
"As good as ever," Jill replied, silently amused at her own joke.
"Well, that's good-I hope," he said.
The car eased back onto the road and headed for the heart of town. Jeff drove slowly, watching out for animals along the way.
Once in the heart of Estes, they parked the car and walked. The couple spent the entire afternoon checking out shops along the touristy main drag of town.
After a long afternoon of walking, Jill was ready for dinner. She and Jeff returned to their car. Jill suggested they drive to another part of town, in order to escape the tourists.
"Good idea," Jeff commented. "We can get a steak and a couple of drinks with the locals."
"That's what I had in mind," Jill said.
Jeff drove them to the opposite side of town. The contrast was shocking. In a two-mile drive, the town changed personality completely. There were no bright lights, no flashing signs for the tourists, and mostly, there were no tourists.
"This is what I had in mind," Jill remarked after scanning the street. "Let's park and walk."
Jeff pulled the car into the first open space he saw. They got out, locked the doors and began to walk down the street.
After passing several small restaurants, Jill saw one that looked good. She took Jeff's arm and led him into the small steak house.
The meal was good, but not fancy. Jill was impressed with the way the restaurant supplied good food rather than a good visual show. Jill and Jeff both had steak and salad, and the price was reasonable:
"How about a drink at a bar?" Jill suggested after dinner.
"Sounds good. Let's go."
Jeff paid the bill and followed Jill out of the small building.
The air outside had turned colder while they'd been eating. But the air was crisp and clean, and invigorating.
Jill and Jeff walked arm in arm down the street. After passing several bars, Jill decided to enter the next quiet-looking bar they found. She didn't have long to wait. At the end of the street they had been walking, Jill found the bar she was after. She took Jeff by the hand and they entered.
It took Jill only a moment to orient herself inside the bar. She led Jeff to a booth in the corner.
Jill slid into a booth with her back to the wall so she could watch the action, whatever that action might be. Jeff slid in next to her.
The bar contained the usual assortment of people. Several business types, some with ladies, some alone. One table contained four workers who were busily discussing the events of the day. An Oriental man was asking every woman in the bar to dance with him.
The waitress allowed Jill and Jeff only a couple of minutes before taking their order.
While waiting for her drink, Jill watched a couple at the bar. A very drunk man of about forty was leaning toward a rather good-looking young lady of about twenty-one. Jill assumed the story was "husband staying late at the office to go over a few things with his secretary." She wished she could hear the conversation.
Every now and then the man would reach past the young lady for a very small handful of peanuts. In his reaching, he invariably brushed his hand across at least one of her tits.
Jill assumed the small handfuls of peanuts were because he wanted to reach for them- and her tits-more than he really wanted to eat peanuts. Judging by the size of her hard nipples, Jill guessed the young lady wasn't annoyed.
The girl asked the man something. He shook his head, and she left her chair for the bathroom.
The thing that interested Jill most was that after about two minutes, the man got up and walked into the bathroom-the same bathroom.
Dying to see what was happening in the ladies' bathroom, Jill asked Jeff to stand up so she could get past him.
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," she said over her shoulder.
Jill braced herself for anything, and pushed the door open.
At first, she saw nothing. Then, when she looked closer, she noticed there were four legs visible beneath the bottom of the last stall.
Jill walked to the next stall and went inside. She sat down on the toilet to listen.
"No one will find out. I promise!" the man said.
"But what if someone does? Won't they call the cops?" the girl asked.
"Nah, they'll just make us leave. Who knows? They may even forget to make us pay the check."
"Okay. How are we going to do it in here?" the young lady questioned.
"Here, I'll show you. Turn around."
Jill heard the rustle of clothing. She bent down and saw the skirt the girl had been wearing fall to the bathroom floor. Jill watched the young lady's shoes turn around to face the toilet. Then, as Jill watched, the girl's left foot disappeared. Next, her right foot vanished. Jill guessed she was kneeling on the toilet with her bare ass facing the man behind her.
Jill heard a zipper and saw the man's pants fall in a pile around his ankles. Jill heard a wet slurping sound. She assumed the man was either licking the girl's cunt or finger-fucking her. The lewd sounds went on for several seconds, then stopped abruptly.
"Ooooooh! Yes, shove it all the way in! That's right, split my pussy in two!"
Jill didn't have to guess what had just .happened.
"Quiet down. We don't want the whole world to know," the man said.
As Jill listened, the slurping sound got louder and faster. She could hear the couple breathing heavily as they fucked.
The obscene slurping was driving Jill crazy. She felt her own pussy waking up. She could feel her cunt beginning to get damp.
What the hell, she thought.
She stood and quietly unzipped her pants. She wiggled her ass enough to push the pants over her hips, to the floor. Jill sat down on the toilet and began to stroke her cunt-hole in rhythm to the fucking going on next door.
"Yeah, baby. Spread my ass. Push deeper. Gh, that feels soooo good! Fuck me some more. Faster!" the girl demanded.
Jill was soon finger-fucking her pussy with all the vigor she could muster. She parted her pussy-lips with one hand and probed deeply with the other. She drove two fingers deep into her wet pussy.
Jill plunged her hand deeper and deeper into her hot pussy. The sounds from the stall next door fueled Jill. She heard the couple moaning and groaning in an attempt to cum.
With her free hand, Jill gently massaged her clit. She rubbed her thumb gently over her swollen clit while she continued to probe deeply into her pussy with the other hand.
Jill spread her legs as far as the stall would allow. She concentrated all her efforts on her clit. She licked her lingers and gently rubbed the spit over her aching clit. Several times, her fingers traveled from pussy to mouth. In her mouth, the pussy-juice was licked away and replaced with spit. The spit was rubbed off oh her clit, and replaced with more of the endless supply of cunt-juice.
As Jill approached her first orgasm, she heard more from the stall next to her.
"Oh, faster! I'm almost therel I'm going to cum!" the girl cried.
Still, the rapid fucking sounds continued.
"Hold on, baby! I'm about to shoot!" the man rasped.
In the next stall, Jill had worked her pussy into a frenzy. She, too, was about to orgasm.
"Oh, deeper! Fuck my pussy harder! That's it, make my pussy hurt!"
Jill heard a final fuck-lunge, and both people in the next stall groaned as if they had just given all they had to each other.
Jill, too, felt the release of having given her all. The warm pussy-juice streamed over her hands and down her thighs. She arched her back in enjoyment of the feeling. She furiously worked the muscles in her thighs and pussy to pump the pussy-cum out and to prolong the ecstasy of her orgasm.
Wfcen Jill's tense body finally relaxed, the stall next door was quiet. The couple had already started to get dressed.
Without even thinking, Jill asked: "What? Quitting so early?"
Not a sound. It was as if the others weren't sure they had heard Jill. And if they had, if they were real quiet, maybe she would go away.
"Well, how about it?" Jill said. "My pussy is hot and ready to go-if anyone's interested."
Still, only silence in the stall.
"Shy?" Jill asked. "That's okay. I'll just invite myself."
With that, Jill stood up, pulled her pants back up and left her stall. She pulled the handle on the next stall, expecting it to be locked. The door opened.
Jill entered the stall and pushed her pants back down around her ankles.
The man and girl stared at her.
"Like what you see?" Jill asked. Then she smiled. "Maybe you can't see enough to make a decision."
Jill reached behind her and pulled her tee-shirt over her head. She let it fall to the floor with the other clothing already there. Then she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp on her bra, allowing her big tits to spring out at the startled man in front of her.
"What do you think now?" Jill questioned. "Maybe a taste test?"
She offered her tits, standing on tiptoes and holding a big tit up for the man to suck on.
This time, the man needed no further coax-
ing. He took the of fered tit in his mouth and started sucking on Jill's stiff nipple.
The lady, not wanting to miss out on this rare adventure, sat on the toilet and began to lick and kis& Jill's bare ass.
Jill felt as if she were in heaven. Two people licking and kissing her body. It was a thrill.
She felt a hand reach for her damp pussy. She assumed it was the man's hand, but couldn't be sure. The hand parted her wet cunt-lips. She felt firm fingers enter her pussy, but she still felt someone's fingers spreading her pussy-lips. There had to be at least two hands working on her cunt. Fingers fucked deep into her cunt, hurting at times.
Jill started to feel weak in the knees-the feeling that came with getting fucked standing up.
Jill tore her body away from the couple.
"I want it now!" she demanded of the man.
She turned her back on the man, so that now she was facing the young lady.
"Move back," Jill instructed. "Sit on the tank."
The girl did as she was told. She sat on the tank of the toilet.
Jill bent at the waist and leaned forward to eat the girl's pussy. But she had only covered half the distance to the wet pussy when she felt the man's rock-hard cock slam into her wet pussy.
"Oh, shit!" Jill cried. "That feels great! Pound my pussy! Fuck me hard!"
Jill started to lick the pretty girl's pussy, plunging her tongue deeply into the cum-filled hole. She licked up and down the cunt-slit, pausing to give special attention to the girl's clit. Jill licked deep into the girl's cunt, again and again, tongue-fucking deeper and deeper.
As Jill licked furiously at the pussy in front of her, she smeared hot pussy-juice and cum over her entire face. She licked at the streams of cum running down the young lady's satiny thighs.
Jill wasn't able to concentrate fully on giving the girl a good tongue-fucking, so intense was the pounding in her own fuck-hole. Jill gripped the girl's sweet ass with both hands to pull her face deeper into her pussy.
While Jill was working feverishly on the pussy in front of her, the prick pounding in her cunt fucked faster and harder.
It took only a couple of minutes until Jill was ready to orgasm. Her knees felt weak. She locked her knees to keep from pitching into the cunt she had her face buried in.
The harsh breathing from the man got faster and faster. Jill felt him withdraw his cock from her cunt-hole. A gush of warm pussy-juice gushed down Jill's thiehs when the cock pulled out of her pussy.
Her pussy was empty for no more than two seconds, then he slammed his cock home with all the force he could muster.
Jill's face smashed into the swampy pussy she was eating. Again, the man withdrew his cock, only to fuck in hard again. She felt his balls slap hard against her clit with each savage cock-thrust.
After several such fuck-thrusts, she felt the man's grip on her hips tighten. His fingers dug painfully into the skin on her hips.
Jill felt his cock twitch two or three times. With one final lunge, the man's cock started spewing hot cum deep into her pussy.
She felt the man's hot cum fill her aching cunt. He continued to fuck in and out of her cum-slimed cunt until he had drained his balls.
The continued cock-thrusts in her pussy caused Jill to orgasm. She had one massive, pussy-shaking orgasm and then several smaller ones as the man milked his cock dry in her cunt.
When the man finished fucking her pussy, he pulled his cock out with an audible slurp. Jill started to stand up, but was interrupted. "Wait!" the girl cried, still sitting on the toilet tank.
"Huh?" Jill asked in confusion, as the girl scrambled off the tank.
The girl hurried around Jill and bent down behind Jill's ass.
Jill felt the girl's eager, urgent tongue dart deep into her pussy. She felt prying hands spread her ass-cheeks to gain better access to her cum-filled cunt.
"Um, yummm! That tastes so good," the young lady mumbled into Jill's cummy cunt.
Jill put her hands on the toilet seat and leaned heavily on them as her pussy was licked clean.
After several minutes of licking and slurping in Jill's slimy fuck-hole, the girl kissed Jill's pussy and stood up.
"That was great," the pretty girl said.
Jill bent over in the cramped stall and retrieved her clothing. Rather than try to dress in the stall, she quickly opened the stall door and slipped into the stall she had occupied earlier.
As she dressed, Jill heard the couple talking. She was obviously a big hit.
When she was dressed, Jill left the stall and washed her face in the sink. It might not look too good to go back to the table with cum and pussy-juice smeared from ear to ear, she thought.
When Jill was convinced she was presentable, she left the ladies room and returned to Jeff.
"I thought something had happened to you. What took so long?" her husband asked.
"Oh, you know. Woman things," Jill said.
They sat until their drinks were finished, and Jill suggested they rent a room for the evening in town, rather than drive back home.
On the way to the motel, Jill asked: "So, you're on vacation for how long?"
"A week, unless I feel I need more. That being the case, I'll call up Data Tech and tell them I won't be back on time," Jeff explained.
"Sounds great. Let's go see Vail," Jill suggested, her thoughts returning to Max and Steve. "It should be beautiful this time of year."
