4 comments/ 55367 views/ 4 favorites Jill Submits By: netsub Jill was nervously waiting for the cab driver to pick her up in front of her house. Jill had the required maid outfit on. The trim 5’4” redhead felt foolish. Her Mistress has been very precise about what was to be worn, and when she was to arrive. She was already running late. The outfit was the usual maid outfit. The bodice coming so low in front that most of her size B breasts were exposed. The neckline just reached the top of her areolas. Any movement seemed to shift the tight bodice, nearly exposing her nipples. The skirt was too short to cover the stocking tops. It was embarrassing waiting outside her house for the cab, with the wind pulling her skirt around. She had no undergarments on, and she could feel the wind teasing her shaved pussy. Her feet were clad in 4” heels, and were already beginning to hurt. The butt plug was firmly in her ass. She felt it constantly. She was not allowed to wear a coat, and the air was a bit chilly. Her neighbors, no doubt, thought she was a bit odd. The only other item she was allowed to carry was her purse, which had her collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, a cell phone, and the money to pay the cab driver. She had been instructed to have her collar and cuffs on when the cab driver arrived, but she hadn’t been able to muster up the courage. What would he think? What would the neighbors think? Her breasts began to tingle, and she could feel her nipples become very erect. Jill was glad that it was 3:00 P.M. on a Friday. Most people were at work, but she could see the neighbor across the street staring at her through the front window. Jill pretended not to see her. Her pussy seemed to twitch, and she could already feel the wetness. She played the odds and decided that she would quickly put her collar and cuffs on after the cabbie dropped her off. Who would know? Her cell phone rang. “Where are you slave?” Jill’s heartbeat quickened. “I can see the cab pulling up now, Mistress.” “What? You are late.” Jill gulped. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, --was unable to get---“ “Enough, slut. Just get here. Call me when you are a block away.” The line went dead. Jill was not off to a good start. The cab driver pulled up. As he looked her up and down, he smirked ever so slightly. “You must have a costume party to go?” he inquired. “Yes. And I am running late. Could you rush us along a little?” Jill asked as she hurried to sit in the cab. She winced a little when she felt the plug plunge deeper into her ass. When they were a block away, Jill pulled out her cell and called her Mistress. “We are a block away.” “Who is this?” “Jill.” “Who? Before you answer, you better address yourself and myself properly.” With blushing cheeks, Jill began again. “Mistress, this is your slave.” The cab driver coughed. Jill avoided his eyes. “We are a block away.” Jill decided it would be best to put the other items on, and was beginning to dig them out, when the cabbie announced, “Well, here we are. I hope you have fun serving people today.” Now, she was humiliated on top of being nervous. There was no time to put the rest of the items on. The cab driver’s snide comment made her blush with embarrassment. She shoved a $50.00 bill into his hand and fled the taxi. She ran up the rest of the driveway, attaching her collar. She paused just inside the walkway, thickly secluded by 3 tall evergreens, and hurriedly buckled her wrist and ankle cuffs. With a racing heart, she forced herself to walk calmly up the remainder of the walkway; thankful that other tall shrubs were planted every few feet to help obscure her. She rang the doorbell, and waited, and waited, and waited. Oh God! She hoped she had the correct address. She rang again, and waited some more. Jill was digging though her purse, looking for the address when her Mistress opened door. She was scowling. Mistress Karen was a tall 5’8” woman with large breasts. Jill had serviced her in motels, and had quickly learned how to satisfy her Mistress’s pussy, breasts, and nipples. She had never had sex with another female before this. When she had been forced to crawl around on cheap motel room carpets, and beg to be allowed to satisfy her Mistress, she had been incredibly turn on. Mistress Karen had a large frame, but was not fat, and Jill respected and feared her. She had already felt the sting of her Mistress’s hand, crop, and leather paddle. Jill was new at being a sub, and Mistress had taken it slow. The last time they had met was in a classy restaurant they often went to. Jill had been ordered to hike her skirt up under her, so she was bare-assed on the booth bench. She had then been ordered to pull her white panties down around her ankles, leave them their, and masturbate. She had felt completely degraded, with the panties clearly visible around her ankles. She had been thankful for the tablecloth as it somewhat covered her pussy. Jill had followed those orders with some hesitation, and was humiliated when ordered to keep herself in a state of arousal until the food was delivered. The waiter had given the two a quizzical look as he set the food down. Because of her hesitation, when the food did arrive, she had been ordered to continue masturbating until Mistress Karen had been satisfied that her slave was on the verge of orgasm. Jill had been forced to eat her meal, while trying to ignore her throbbing clit and pussy. Today, Jill shuddered when she saw the riding crop in her Mistress’s hand. Today was different. Today she was staying at her Mistress’s house. Today she would stay the night. Mistress was dressed in normal attire, a jean skirt, heels, and button down blouse. Jill began to feel trepidation, as her own outfit was clearly a “costume.” “I’m sorry I’m late, Mistress.” Jill hurried up to her and knelt before her. “My little slave. You are late. Did you think I would not know that you had not put your collar and cuffs on for the cab driver to see? If you can’t follow these simple instructions, then perhaps you should not be here.” “Please Mistress, I’ll do better. Please let me make it up to you. I need to be your slave.” Jill’s babbling was hushed by her Mistress’s finger over her mouth. “For your transgressions, you will have to walk down to the end of the driveway, and retrieve my mail. Then I will decide further punishment.” “Yes, Mistress.” Jill replied and rose shakily to her feet. “Turn around, slave, and bend at the waist.” Jill followed orders. “Well at least you have the plug.” Mistress wiggled it back and forth, and in and out. Jill began to breath heavy. “Spread your legs. Wider.” Jill was on the verge of falling over, and could feel her pussy juice flow, as Mistress lifted her skirt. The inspection was embarrassing, to say the least, especially when Mistress made her hold the pose, on the front walk. She could hear some traffic, and was again thankful there were bushes for privacy. Jill yelped, and nearly toppled over, when she felt the first sting of the crop on her exposed ass cheek. Barely able to catch her breath, the other ass cheek was struck. Afraid to move, Jill stayed where she was. Mistress walked around to her front, held the crop to her mouth, and said, “Kiss the crop and thank me.” “Thank you for spanking me, Mistress.” Jill kissed the crop, hoping this would be short lived. She desperately wanted to get inside. What if someone stopped by? “You’re welcome, slave. Put this crop in your mouth while you walk to the mailbox.” Jill was too terrified to protest this demand. The walk to the mailbox in this humiliating outfit seemed very long. Walking down the driveway she glanced up and down the front lawns. There wasn’t much going on in the area, and she thought she might not be seen. The wind continued to play with her skirt, and she could feel her hard nipples push against the bodice. She was afraid the butt plug would fall out. At the mailbox, she pulled it open and found it empty. It figured. A car went by, and the driver honked, and whistled. Jill absolutely thought she would die of embarrassment, and almost dropped the crop from her mouth. She had never felt so exposed, nor had she ever felt so turned on. She determined that she was not going to disobey her Mistress again. When she got back to the walkway, her Mistress was waiting for her. There was a small footstool at her feet. On the footstool was a 5 inch ribbed dildo, about 2 inches in diameter at the base. “I am having a small party, which you will be serving. The caterers are due here any moment. You are to sit on the stool, with the dildo all the way in your pussy. Your knees and feet are to be a foot apart. I want you to rub your clit and play with your nipples until they are hard and firm and tender. You may not cum, however. I want you juicy, smelling of sex, and ready to serve me. I will know if you cum. Perhaps if you sit out here a bit, you will begin to learn to follow orders more carefully.” With that she turned and went into the house. Jill was beside herself with worry and sexual need. The two emotions seemed to feed each other. In order to get the dildo inside her and keep her knees and feet a foot apart, Jill had to lean forward. Slowly sliding the dildo in her, she began to quake with desire. Once it was all the way in, the temptation to hump it was almost overpowering. She could feel it push against the butt plug. Jill willed herself to be still. Lord, how was she going to play with her nipples and her clit and not cum? The squatting position was soon very uncomfortable. It did not take long for her clit to harden. When she felt herself close to orgasm, she began to play with her nipples. Jill began to lose track of time. She was in quite a state. Her knees pointing way our, her pussy pulsating around the dildo, and the butt plug twitching in her ass. When she heard what sounded like a truck pull into the driveway, she froze. What was she to do now? Was she supposed to stay on the stool? What would they think? Who were these people? Before she could get off the stool, she had the presence of mind to at least cover her pussy; just as two men came into view. They gaped at her. Jill didn’t know if they would call the police, and she would be hauled away for public indecency. She smiled and said a meek “hello.” “Hello! W e have a delivery for Ms. Beckerman.” “Oh.” Jill felt her pussy throb. She was close to orgasm, and had to take deep breaths. “I see the caterers are here.” Mistress Karen said at the open door. “Please excuse this maid. It is hard to find good help. I have been looking for her, and here she is taking a break.” Jill looked at the ground, totally lost in her humiliation. Worse was the fact that she was increasingly becoming hornier and hornier. “WELL!!! Don’t just sit there, you insolent little slut. Get up and help these two gentlemen.” “Please. Don’t make me get up,” she whimpered. The deliverymen eyed her warily. “Why? Does the dildo inside you feel too good?” Jill went 3 shades of red. She couldn’t answer. The deliverymen shuffled their feet nervously. “I tell you what. Why don’t you just tell us where to put the stuff, and we’ll be on our way.” It was clear to Jill that they saw there was a situation here. They had other deliveries, and needed to keep on schedule. Mistress Karen told them where to put the food, and came down the walkway to stand by Jill. She began to pet her hair, like she was a dog. The deliverymen hurried out to their truck, collected the two large trays, and came back, and went into the house. Jill could feel them eyeing her as the woman of the house held her head against her leg. Jill wanted to cry and run away. She was completely humbled when Mistress Karen pulled out a leash and hooked it to her collar, and she realized the deliverymen were not fools, and surely now knew what was going on. On their way out, and looking directly at Jill, one of them asked, “Is everything OK here?” Jill felt the tug on her leash, and came to her senses. “Y-y-ess.” “Tell them what you are, and what is going on.” At her Mistress’s command, Jill heard herself say the humiliating words. Her pussy and ass continued to throb. She was so hot! “I am Mistress’s slave for the evening, and am to follow her orders, and worship her.” “Ummm. Well, as long as you’re OK with that. We need to get going.” “My slave needs to cum. She has been waiting until I give her permission. Would you like to see her cum?” Jill began to squirm. This was getting more and more degrading. She had all sorts of sensations running through her, and knew she had to say something. As embarrassing as it was, she needed to get this over with. She needed to cum. She had the feeling that Mistress must know these two men. “Oh, yes please. I am so horny. I have been playing with myself for a while, and have a dildo in my pussy, a plug up my ass, and really need to cum.” She could see the bulges in the men’s pants, and felt a small amount of power come over her. When she could see that they were hesitantly interested, she continued, “I could suck your cocks, too. It won’t take long, I promise.” “Well,” the two said, looking at their watches, and then at each other. “This would be quite a story at break time . . .” “Very well, slave, get busy. The guests will be arriving in 2 hours, and you need to get the food and house ready. Let’s get this outfit out of the way.” Jill could only whimper as the dress was whisked over her head, and she was virtually naked, squatting on the short stool, her knees wide apart. The dildo was soaked with her pussy juices. Her helplessness drove her over an abyss. Not waiting for further instructions, she began to play with her clit and nipples. She slid up and down on the dildo. She felt the ribs of the dildo vibrate in her vaginal walls. Within minutes, Jill was on the orgasmic brink. “Ooooh. Yeah. AAAAH. Yesssss. Oh my god, yes, yes, yes. Mistress I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Jill went up and down as best she could from her squatting position. Mistress Karen watched the expressions on the two deliverymen. They were in awe. Karen, herself, was wet and horny, as she watched her slave perform for these two strangers. As Jill came down from her orgasm, Mistress Karen asked, “Would you two like relief? We could go inside?” The two men quickly said yes, mumbling that they could call into the shift manager for a needed break. Jill was still stunned from her orgasm, and could barely comprehend what had just happened. Her Mistress pulled her up by her leash, as the dildo slipped out of her, toppling onto its side. She followed her Mistress and the deliverymen inside. Mistress Karen pulled her slave through the house and into the family room. There she pushed her slave to her knees and attached the leash to an eyehook embedded into the floor. Jill knelt there and waited for instructions. “Beg, my little whore.” “Please let me worship your cocks. Please let this slutty slave suck and please you, to feel the cum down my throat and in my cunt.” Karen was amazed at her transformation. She stood behind the video and pressed the play button. The deliverymen were getting into it now. She and the two went back a ways, and had similar bondage desires. They worked part time at the restaurant Karen frequented, and had done each other favors over the years. Jill, however, didn’t know this, which is why it was so degrading to her. “Hey, Frank, she really is a slut. Let’s just see what she can do. I think you can beg better than that, and while you are at, undress me, you whore.” The camera picked up the cringing look on her slave’s face, as she heard the degrading words. In her depravity, she seemed to have become the slut. Her movements were somewhat hampered by the leash, but she continued begging to serve him, to satisfy him in everyway, licking him up and down his legs. Frank came around to the slave’s rear. “Judging by the performance on the walkway, I would have to agree, George.” Frank removed his pants, and began to rub his cock and balls. His cock was hard and ready. Jill was panting heavily, and turned so that she could grasp each cock in her outstretched hands. Karen could lust and passion in her slave, as she alternately kissed each cock tip, while pumping her hands up and down. The men stood there, enjoying the sensations. She sucked, and continued to beg to please each one. Jill had transported herself into another world. She was dimly aware of the camera, and didn’t really care. She was horny, and wanted a cock in her pussy. She sucked on George’s cock, raised herself so she was bent at the waist, and wiggled her ass in front of Frank. “Please. . . .fuck . . .this slave’s . . .pussy,” she begged between sucks. George held her by her head, forcing her to take his cock deeper into her throat. He thrust into harder and faster, and Jill had trouble breathing. She struggled not to gag. When she felt Frank plunge his cock into her, she was pushed to the edge. When Frank played with her butt plug, this added sensation sent her over. She began to moan and squeal around George’s cock, as her pussy contracted around Frank’s cock and she came—fast and hard. She could feel both cocks twitch and harden and contract. Frank came first. His pulsing cock sent her into another orgasm. George furiously pumped her mouth until he was soon howling his own relief and she could feel his cum spurt down her throat. She could feel some of it dribble down her chin. “What a good little cock sucker you are,” George murmured. Frank was slowly sliding in and out as his orgasm subsided. “Man, what a good fuck. Suck me clean you little bitch.” Jill hurried to comply, licking him clean and thanking them for letting her service them. She sank back on her knees, gasping, trying to come to terms with the depravity of the scene. The two men dressed and left. As she watched them go, she was again aware of the camera. They exchanged a few words with Mistress, and Jill sensed that the three were in on this. “My, my, what a good little slave slut you are.” Completely unsure of what was to happen next, and what was going to happen with the film, she could only say, “Thank you, Mistress,” as cum leaked out of her pussy. Mistress Karen put the camera down, came over to her slave, sat on a chair in front of her naked and leashed slave. “Service my cunt. Beg for my pussy, you whore. If you don’t make me cum good and hard in the next five minutes, I will have to whip your ass.” As Jill began to lap and lick and beg to suck her Mistress’s pussy, she shuddered as she heard what she was going to have to do. “You have to get ready for my guests. After you serve them food and beverages, you will offer them your body. You will be asked to be punished and thank them when they do. You will perform for me, my little slut. You will beg to worship me, and if you do not satisfy me, or my guests, you will be punished. I may punish you anyway. AAAAh. That’s it, my pussy licker. That’s good. Yeah, use your tongue.” Jill sucked and licked her Mistress’s hard clit. Then she began to flick it tenderly with the tip of her tongue. She caressed her cunt lips, enjoying her Mistress’s moans of pleasure, enjoying worshipping her cunt with her mouth. Her Mistress’s pussy juices began to blend in with Jill’s saliva. She tasted sweet, somehow. She could feel her Mistress pump her crotch onto her tongue, could feel her pussy begin to contract, and could sense she was ready to orgasm. Mistress Karen let out a low moan and arched her back, and began to buck as she came, grabbing her slave’s head to keep her in place, pushing her crotch into her slave’s face with the force of her orgasm. God, she was good. She couldn’t wait for the girls to get over here. She couldn’t wait for the fun they would have with her new toy. She couldn’t wait to find different ways to humiliate her slut slave whore. It was going to a long night. Jill Submits Jill and Roger were a bit breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. It was late evening, but high summer so that there was still a little light in the sky. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from friends they had just left in the clubhouse at the end of the evening. Jill’s heart was knocking at her ribs with the excitement and the exercise of running across the park. She could hear John’s voice in the distance. “Where the dickens have Roger and Jill got to? They were with us only a minute ago. ‘His car’s still over there. They must still be in the club.’ that was Trisha’s voice Jill could hear. She giggled, hot and still panting a bit. ‘Oh, come on! Let’s go.’ As Jill heard the sound of a car door opening, she was taken aback by Roger putting an arm round her, reaching over to kiss her. After a brief moment of surprise, she returned the kiss still giggling - which became rather prolonged. Floating across the park were calls of ‘Goodnight’ from the others as the kiss developed into mutual nibbling of lips. When Jill heard a car motor starting up, she put her hand behind Roger’s neck to continue the kissing. It was then that she felt his other hand reach up her blouse to cup her left breast, slightly damp with perspiration. The kiss became more passionate. With it being a warm evening, Jill had not tucked her blouse into her skirt, leaving it hanging loose, and had discarded her bra, so that there were no barriers to Roger’s snooping hand. She had full, self-supporting breasts with outstanding nipples, which had caused something of a sensation in the bar earlier. She made no attempt to stop him. It was too late. Besides, Jill had been flirting with her eyes at him all evening, so it was hardly surprising he would try to feel her up. And she enjoyed having her breasts fondled - and by a strange hand, it was all the more exciting. It generated that wonderful warm feeling in her loins and bubbled over in her vulva. And Jill had a sneaking attraction towards Roger, who was an outgoing, amusing – if loud – person. Roger had the self-confidence of a guy with a large prick. They knew they were a bit special. Jill had been told by Pattie that Roger had such a piece of male equipment. So, although feeling slightly guilty, she welcomed the feel of Roger’s roving hand on her breasts, wondering why he had left it so late to try to feel her. ‘What absolutely beautiful breasts,’ Roger murmured into her mouth. ‘Stunning!’ They had been rehearsing for a musical they were all taking part in. As usual, they all finished up in the club bar for a few drinks afterwards. Jill and Roger were playing opposite to each other in the musical, whilst John and Trisha were helping with props. Pattie and Peter were also involved in the chorus line, and the four couples were close friends. On this particular evening, Johnnie was away on business, leaving Jill with the children for three nights, which was rather a long absence for both of them. The two of them were highly sexed and usually fucked at least once a day. When Johnnie was away, they would speak on the phone for half an hour or so, whispering sexy things to each other, sometimes leading to a mutual masturbating session whilst listening to their grunts and whimpers, encouraging the other to an orgasm. This particular evening, Johnnie had phoned a little before Jill was ready to go out. She had teased him about the firm’s secretaries, since this was the evening of their annual party. There would be food and wine, a little dancing and, perhaps an odd grope. She wound him up by admitting that she would be going to rehearsal wearing very little on such a warm evening - which would almost certainly turn on the men in the chorus. ‘You get them all wound up darling!’ he told her.’ Then tell me all about it when I get home.’ ‘I will, darling. Believe me. Must go! Have fun!’ and she left the house feeling very sexy. The other three men in their group all fancied Jill; she was very attractive, a slender 5'8" with an elegant deportment and a ready infectious laugh. Roger was particularly attentive to Jill this evening, sitting beside her. But it was John who could hardly keep his eyes away from the shadow of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the blouse. Roger had pulled his leg about it. ‘Hey, John! It’s rude to stare - even if they are worth staring at.’ ‘You men,’ Trisha had said. ‘All you think about is sex!’ ‘And why not? It makes the world go round!’ ‘What would you think if I stared a your crotch openly?’ ‘Hey! I’d think – I’ll be alright tonight!’ was John’s retort. they laughed. ‘But I have to say, Jill, they do look particularly succulent,’ was Roger’s opinion. ‘I know you’d like to get your hands on them, but just drink your beer and mind your own business, ’ Pattie told him. ‘Chance would be a fine thing.’ Jill threw her head back and laughed, allowing her breasts to push against the fabric of the blouse throwing the nipples into even further relief. Her husband jokingly called then organ stops. During warm weather, when shopping on a Saturday morning, Jill would be without a bra beneath her white cotton blouse, allowing her prominent, dark nipples to stand out against the fabric. Johnnie encouraged her in doing this, enjoying watching the reaction of the other male shoppers when they noticed her prominent buds. So this was a deliberate move on Jill’s part to tease the men. She enjoyed the feeling of power over them, egging them on by offering them a glimpse of her feminine charms. John managed to move casually behind Jill’s seat so that he could glance down the top of her blouse in the hope of catching sight of those tantalising swellings. But Jill knew what John was up to and laughed even more, twisting her head round to look at Pattie, knowing that her blouse would fall open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, looking over her shoulder. The thought of him getting would up looking at her nipple gave her a kick. Pattie couldn’t compete with Jill in the breast department, but she was equally sexy. She quite fancied Roger herself, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him at a party - though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing, Pattie had fingered the shape of Rogers erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime. All the men fancied her friend, Jill; but then they fancied all the wives really. And, if the truth were known, all the wives fancied the other men - Pattie had pressed the stiffness of them all at one time or another, and was particularly attracted to Jill’s husband, Johnnie. John in particular, now gazing longingly down her blouse at those superb breasts, drooled over Jill. He had even suggested a wife swap or foursome to Johnnie who had laughed off the idea at he time. He had asked Trisha later if she approved of her husband’s suggestion, to be told that she’d even allow John to stray if she could enjoy a session of sex with Johnnie. Johnnie wasn’t sure if she was teasing, but made a mental note to try her out sometime. When ‘time’ was called, all except Roger and Jill disappeared into the toilets, leaving Roger and Jill alone. “Come on,” he suddenly took Jill’s hand. ‘Let’s run off and hide from them.’ Rather than ask why, Jill said nothing, but ran down the corridor silently with him, breasts bouncing, and out of the front door. They sprinted across the car park to Roger’s Rover, ducking down behind it, giggling. Jill, a little out of breath, peered round the front bonnet. ‘Shh!’ she hissed. ‘They’re coming!’ And to Jill’s surprise, Roger had taken advantage of the situation to feel her breasts and kiss her on the mouth. Which of course, had been his plan all along. Seeing her nipples straining against her blouse whilst they were in the bar, had determined him to get his hands on them, use the opportunity whilst Johnnie was away. Roger suspected that Jill was inviting him to fondle them. And now he had! It was all much easier than he had anticipated. They were all he had expected. Soft and firm with large nipples. Jill gasped in surprise. ‘Stunning!’ he repeated, exploring their texture and firmness. ‘Yes, well. Now you’ve had your feel, shouldn’t we be going?’ but Jill made no move to stand up. She was enjoying the caresses and was, in fact, wondering what the state of Roger’s cock would be. Pattie had confided having giving it a casual stroke to her and being impressed by its quality. Jill wondered whether this was her chance to discover for herself. She had had enough to drink to abandon any false modesty. Besides, if Roger could feel her boobs, she could feel his cock. Only fair. “What’s the hurry? Roger was whispering. ‘Johnnie’s away and Delia’s at her Mother’s. We have all night.’ Roger had no intention of letting this opportunity go by without making full use of his advantage and enjoy feeling Jill’s softest centres. Whilst considering her response, still squatting on her heels, having her neck and earlobes nibbled, Jill never considered how vulnerable her vulva was. Beneath the wide wrap-round skirt, she was wearing only loose silk French knickers. Jill liked to wear expensive, attractive underwear against her loins. But these did little to protect her genitals against invasion. And invaded they were. Roger’s other hand slid quickly under her skirt from behind, over her taught buttocks to cup Jill’s soft hair-covered secret entrance in his palm. He had reasoned that she had not repulsed his exploration of her tits, so it was worth trying to get into her silk knickers. Before Jill could prevent it, the thick, well-endowed vulva with its fleshy inner lips, nestled into his palm, spreading its honey, enjoying the attention. Jill’s aroused vulva was well covered with a mat of dark hair, spreading into her inner thighs and peaking to her belly button. Its over-generous inner lips hung low from the clitoral hood, flanking the trickling vaginal opening, their warm, fleshy folds resembling small wrinkled grapes. ‘You bugger!’ she scolded, wriggling, but without dislodging his hand. ‘That bit’s private. Well, apart from Johnnie, of course.’ ‘What? Such a marvellous piece of woman you have there – so succulent and soft – so wonderful - and you want to keep it private? Shame on you!’ ‘You have Delia’s to play with.’ ‘Yes, but yours is so attractive, so different.’ ‘Maybe! But you’d find any woman’s fanny attractive.’ ‘Besides, yours is ready, willing and able. It’s soaking.’ ‘What do you expect. It’s being stimulated. Anyway, it usually is. I’m permanently wet. So stop it!’ But she didn’t mean it, and Roger knew she was only going through the polite remonstrations. He pressed her down with his other hand as he started to fondle the soft, plump vulva, swollen with desire, his fingers pressing up against her erect clitoris. She was very, very sexy. She was very, very receptive. ‘Stop it, Roger!’ Jill protested, toppling over sideways in the struggle. Roger leaned over her, his hand still clutching her most secret part. ‘Can’t I share it. Just for tonight? Can I have Johnnie’s share?’ ‘No!’ But Jill was unable to prevent his prying fingers from exploring her generous labia, feeling their fleshy folds. ‘Besides, it’s nor fair on Johnnie or Delia.’ Jill was surprised by the hoarse nature of her voice. She was clearly confused by her eagerness. She was torn between her desire to be faithful to Johnnie and her desire to enjoy the sensation between her legs, being felt and caressed. ‘They won’t know, will they? And your body tells me it would like to share its secrets with mine.’ What the hell, Jill thought. What’s a feel between friends? Besides, it feels good. She sighed. After all, it’s what she was had been wanting ever since she spoke on the phone with her husband. Though with Johnnie, rather than some other man. Roger had been provocative during the rehearsal, kissing her rather more passionately than the play called for, whispering how she turned him on – how gorgeous she looked – how soft her skin. Generally chatting her up So, she had spent the whole evening during rehearsals on the edge of stimulating thoughts, eager for Johnnie to get home and screw her hard. And here she was, being felt up by his friend instead. ‘We shouldn’t really,’ she said thickly. But without conviction. The teasing fingers, now playing with her stiff clitoris, causing her loins to jerk and squirm, were in no mood to be refused this attention. She would have to stop him right now, otherwise all her resolve would be gone. Jill’s inner muscles were flexing with anticipation, dilating and contracting the puckered vaginal opening in rhythmic spasms. She wanted to get home to her bed so that she could masturbate, to release the sexual tensions. In an attempt to push him from her, Jill put her hand on Roger’s thigh, only to find it resting on his hardened cock straining at the leg of his shorts. Her mouth dried up. She hadn’t really intended this – nor expected to contact his cock. Roger would believe, of course, that she’d done it deliberately. But she didn’t take it away. It was too interesting. Jill had an insatiable fascination for cocks. Having a brother two years her senior, she had been familiar with the essential part of the male anatomy for as long as she could remember. She had frequently watched him play with it until it grew stiff. In fact he was the first one to fuck her, just for curiosity, to see what it was like. She didn’t think it anything special at the time. But it wasn’t until she had joined the local Gilbert and Sullivan Society that she finally played with a cock herself. One of the older members gave her a lift to rehearsals in his car and, when she got to know him better, he promised he would get her a solo part in the next show if she were good to him. Being good, she found, meant pushing her hand into his trousers and playing with his cock, which was usually already stiff with anticipation, rubbing it up and down until it ejaculated in her hand. After overcoming her nervousness, she did as he asked. This was the very first cock she had felt; her first experience of sperm, which she found strangely exciting. She began to enjoy playing with it. Though not getting the part in the show at the time, Jill did get an appetite for cock. There had been many cocks since those early years. It had been with some surprise, and absolute delight that Jill discovered that every cock was different from the rest. Since her first real fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery. So, when Jill first agreed to have a pub lunch with Johnnie, she thought he would drive her onto the moors for kisses and caresses, expecting her to play with his penis and he to feel her fanny. But that was not the case. He never touched her. They just chatted, getting to know each other until time for him to go to a meeting It was on their second date that he slid his hand into her blouse during a prolonged kiss. His fingers touched her skin with a soft delicacy, making her shiver with excitement, raising goose pimples on her arms. Exhilarating! As they kissed, the smell of his skin excited her curiosity about his body. She wanted him naked in her arms. But no! Most men couldn’t wait to scoop a woman’s breast into their hand, rubbing it as if trying to polish it. But Johnnie kept her waiting before reaching inside her blouse with sensitive fingers. With their sensitive tips, they traced the contours of the breast, exploring, touching her nipples gently, sending rippling waves of delight through her whilst bringing the teat to its swollen hardness. So delicate was the touch that the rippling current she felt reached her clitoris, triggering a mild orgasm. Her vagina was flooding! But that was all he ventured on that second date. She was beginning to wonder if he didn’t find her attractive after all. On the third lunch date, as they started their kissing, Johnnie lingered rather longer in fondling her breasts, bringing her to a peak of anticipation. Jill inhaled his fragrance with joy. When his other hand reached up the hem of her dress, she sighed with relief. At last! The fingertips stroked her inner thigh as lightly as a feather, gradually reaching the gusset of her knickers, teasing the silky-soft hair surrounding the vulva. She thrilled with anticipation. This was it! Jill was wearing her favourite silk open-leg knickers, offering free access to what was within, so that Johnnie’s fingers had no obstacle to reaching Jill’s soft labia. So very wet. Jill was over the moon! Lost in sexual exhilaration. She murmured with pleasure as she wriggled her loins. ‘At last!’ she whispered to him, ‘I was beginning to wonder if you would ever want to feel me properly. What was the delay?’ ‘It is so much more thrilling if you have to wait a while. I didn’t want to rush you. Make you think that’s all I want from you.’ ‘Well, it probably is. It’s all I want from you right now!’ ‘Good! You have a fantastic body!’ ‘God! You had me begging for it.’ And she gasped with the thrill of his touch. ‘You’re wearing the right underwear – feeler friendly!’ ‘Asre you complaining?’ she muttered, her lips pecking at his. ‘Come on. Feel me good!’ Returning to the kiss, Johnnie’s fingers explored the most secret centre of Jill’s body, fingering every crevice, every fold of warm flesh, discovering the delights of her entire vulva, to her utter ecstasy. Fabulous! Reaching into Johnnie’s lap, Jill’s hand encountered the hard outline of his penis. She stroked it gently before taking the tab of the zip fastener between her thumb and forefinger to slowly open it. With a feeling of breath-taking anticipation, her fingers sneaked inside the open trousers and touched the bare skin of the shaft. With a dry mouth, Jill’s hand curled round the cock. It was her turn to discover Johnnie’s centerpiece and explore its texture, length and girth, whilst her loins were on fire with the flames of lust and passion. It was what she expected. Hard, firm and straight! And throbbing! Where they were parked did not allow Johnnie the pleasure of mounting the willing Jill – of penetrating the eager entrance to her supreme private place. That would have to wait for another time. They had to make do with manual manipulation until Jill could no longer withhold the blast off of her orgasm. It came from deep within her, erupting like a volcanic eruption! Of the men Jill had allowed to feel her, she found that Johnnie was the only one who really knew how to give her a satisfactory orgasm without her help. A subtle mixture of fingering the labia, reaching fingers into the vaginal folds, and stimulating the clitoris by small circular motions, varying the rhythm, increasing the pressure and urgency at just the right time. Building up tensions on top of tensions. He brought her off magnificently that first time – the first of many. Before being taken back to her work, Jill watched as her jerking hand brought Johnnie’s cock to an exploding ejaculation into her handkerchief. She knew there and then that that this was to be the only cock she wanted for the rest of her life. But she reckoned without the one she was now feeling. Roger’s felt so very good. A wonderful specimen. It would be a good thing to recall as she played with herself in bed that night. Besides, she hadn’t felt another cock since she took up with Johnnie, all those years ago. ***** That wasn’t quite true. There was the episode with the young man in the park, some years ago now, shortly after the birth of her son. Jill Submits Close to where they were living at the time was a small park where Jill often took her baby in the pram during fine weather for a morning stroll. It would usually get him off to sleep after his feed. She would take a book, sit on a bench in a secluded part of the park, and read for half-an-hour whilst the baby slept. On a particular, warm sunny morning, she was sitting reading a book of erotic tales by Anais Nin. Deep into the story of illicit love and intrigue in the parks of Paris, Jill was brought back to reality by a voice interrupting her erotic thoughts ‘Er… excuse me… I wonder…?’ Jill looked up, raised her dark glasses to her forehead to see the young man standing in front of her. He was tall, slim, clean-shaven, with open-neck shirt and buff-coloured slacks. She remembered having seen him around several times. Jill tilted her head to one side and smiled at him. He was quite attractive, she thought. ‘I wonder of you’d mind me sitting with you?’ ‘Why?’ she asked. ‘There are plenty of empty benches around.’ ‘Well… I’d like a chat, that’s all. I’m rather lonely and… ‘ Jill thought this rather curious, but indicated the bench beside her. He sat down on her right. They looked in each other’s face. He looked earnest, with kind blue eyes and unruly blonde wavy hair. ‘What do you want to chat about?’ ‘Oh… nothing in particular. I’ve watched you for several days now… and I think you’re very attractive.’ He blurted it out. Jill burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety. ‘Are you trying to get off with me?’ The young man blushed and stuttered. ‘Er… well, you look so peaceful, alone with your child, and me… well, I’m very shy and have no friends…’ ‘What? No friends at all? Surely…’ ‘No. And tomorrow I go to London with a new job, so unless I plucked up courage to talk to you today, I would never get another chance.’ Jill thought it all sounded innocent and honest enough. But still wondered at his real motive. She decided to ask him outright. ‘Why do you want to talk to me? I’m an ordinary housewife – may be even old enough to be your mother. A good-looking young man like you should have a girlfriend to keep you company.’ He laughed. ‘Me? No. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never had one. Never even kissed a girl.’ It was Jill’s turn to laugh. ‘My goodness. How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?’ ‘Nineteen.’ Jill laughed again. ‘You really must be shy to have reached the age of nineteen and never even kissed a girl.’ ‘They just laugh at me. Because I’m so shy and blush so easily’ he said, his cheeks turning scarlet. ‘You see what I mean.’ Jill laid her hand on his in a gesture of sympathy. ‘Yes, girls at that age can be very cruel. Never mind. One day, you’ll find a nice girl to care for you. And even kiss you.’ And on the spur of the moment she leaned across to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘Like that!’ He rubbed his cheek with his finger-tips. ‘And will she let me touch her, do you think?’ ‘Why? How do you mean, touch?’ ‘I’ve never touched a woman in my life, or been touched by one for that matter. Not where it matters, I mean. Except for my mother, of course, when I was very young.’ ‘Hey, just a minute. Should we be talking together like this? Strangers? Talking about intimate physical contact?’ ‘Perhaps because we are strangers gives me the courage to be open and honest with you.’ For some reason Jill never understood, after a quick look round to make sure there was no-one around, she took the young man’s hand in hers and put it down the top of her dress onto her left swollen breast, holding it there. She was feeling adventurous and wicked. Lust was never far away from Jill’s thoughts at the best of times, and breast-feeding always increased her sexual desire. Having just fed her baby before taking her walk, and being absorbed in an erotic tale by Anais Nin, she was feeling warm and runny inside already. And the poor young man had never fondled a woman’s flesh. At nineteen! She felt sorry for him and daring! She’d soon put that right. ‘Is that where it matters?’ she smiled encouragingly. With eyes opening wide, the young man was speechless. He was too stupefied to blush, gazing at his hand inside a woman’s dress – fondling her full breast. Although that’s what he wished for, it was certainly more than he could have hoped for. ‘Go on, feel it properly!’ she urged him. He slid the palm of his hand into the bra, over the thick, swollen nipple, engorged with milk. He was in heaven. Jill smiled at his obvious unexpected delight. She looked down at his slacks. There was the telltale bulge against the right thigh. His penis was obviously aroused. She placed her palm over it lightly adding more astonishment to the young man’s face. ‘And is that where it matters?’ she asked, rubbing her palm lightly over the bulge. ‘It certainly seems to thinks so.’ The look of astonishment never left his face as, with her other hand, Jill slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress and unhooked the front catch of her bra, allowing the full breasts to swing free, the large nipples jutting out in all their glory. As she was doing this, she unzipped the front of his slacks, reaching inside to locate the stiff cock. After squeezing it gently, Jill eased it out of its confines. ‘There! I shall be the very first woman to touch your cock. Let’s take a look.’ As the young man feasted his eyes on her magnificent breasts, Jill studied the long stiff cock she was holding in her hand. A pool of liquid had gathered in the puckered end of the foreskin. She pulled the membrane back to allow the pearl to trickle down the underside of the shaft. Holding it between thumb and index finger, Jill studied the penis, as she gently slid the skin up and down. It was, she guessed, regulation length of around six inches, though rather slender, with very pale skin laced with feint blue and vermilion veins. An elegant cock in fact. The head was pointed – not particularly large – and pink rather than vermilion. Speculating on the purpose of this stiff thrilling piece of man gave Jill those familiar, pleasant flutters in her loins. Being unused to this kind of attention, however, it soon became clear to her that the young man’s loins were beginning to boil over already, starting to twitch uncontrollably. The young man had his eyes screwed tight shut, head thrown back and loins tense. He grunted and lurched as Jill bent her head over his lap to take the cock in her mouth in time to catch the first jet of sperm the cock spat out. With her lips gripping the shaft, she bobbed her head up and down on it in rhythm with her hand, taking several more spurts into her cheeks until the spasms finished. With a contented smirk, satisfied that the eruptions had finished, she swiped her lips over the shaft as she withdrew it, sitting up with an impish look. Sperm trickled from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed the young man’s emission. ‘Quick! Put it back before anyone sees us,’ she urged him, swallowing his sperm, hooking her bra back in position, and buttoning up the dress as she stood. The young man opened his eyes, looking dazed, hurrying to return the softening cock to its place inside the slacks. She smiled down at him. ‘There! Is that the kind of experience you’ve been missing?’ Then, taking his hand in hers, she steered it up the hem of her dress, into her knickers, pressing it against the soft sopping wet genitals. This was for her own pleasure rather than his. She needed to feel a man’s hand pressing against her swollen, sensitive vulva. She was desperate for cock! ‘Feel! Quickly!’ The clumsy hand fumbled against the slippery gash, encased in rough hair, with Jill rubbing it urgently up and down her crack, guiding his finger inside the passage, before she pulled away from him, smoothing down the dress. ‘Good luck with the new job,’ she muttered quickly, breathing heavily, pushing the pram away from the bench. She didn’t look round, but went straight home, where she put the baby to her beast and masturbated vigorously as her infant suckled her, until her stomach twisted and knotted into a tight peak before finally exploding, to give her a shattering release. She hadn’t even asked his name. III Lying sideways on the grass, knees up to her chest, all her resolve vanished. Jill was not thinking of the young man in the park. Her only thought was to get her hand on this hard cock. She reached up the leg of Roger’s shorts to search for the stiff shaft she had touched on the outside. When her hand encountered the puckered end of the penis, filled to the brim with his juices, she decided that she must have time to examine this wonderful piece of manhood, designed for women’s delight. Rolling over to face him, Jill pushed Roger on to his back and, kneeling beside him, quickly unclasped the waistband, unzipping the shorts. Leaning on one elbow, Roger’s right hand renewed its contact with Jill’s delicious labia, encouraging the flow of more personal honey, whilst his lips fastened onto her right nipple. But Jill’s interest was fixed on the mighty cock that came into view in the dusk of the evening. She gasped with delight. It was bursting at full stretch, a good seven inches long with a pronounced sideways bend. She held it lightly with both hands, marvelling at its sheer arrogance and craggy beauty. No wonder Roger had lots of self-confidence. Here it was, in his shorts! Roger was certainly proud of his cock. He shared it out around with as many women as possible! And none of them had complained about the quality. Apart from his wife, Delia, he had a very randy mistress whom he regularly shared with a friend in boisterous threesomes. His biggest boast was that could fuck and ejaculate three times without stopping or losing his erection. The cock swelled out in mid-shaft, tapering to a point at the head. Heavily pronounced veins scattered across the surface, making it a rugged-looking piece of hard muscle, though the rim of the glans itself was not very pronounced, nor was it a particularly large head. Thinking back, as she studied it, Jill remembered having only once seen a similar shaped penis. ***** Frank was her boss for a few months when Jill and Johnnie were going through some financial difficulties. Jill was a good professional secretary and her looks were a distinct advantage to Frank whose clients were only too pleased to look her up and down as she served them coffee in his office. As usual in any office environment, sexual innuendo was rife, with the men lusting after the secretaries – and vice versa in some cases. It was soon made clear to Jill that her boss was hungry for her. When the rest of the staff realised this, they retreated from her, leaving the field clear for Frank. He was a handsome, distinguished-looking man in his late forties, Tall, clean-shaven, well dressed. Jill wondered why he fancied her when his wife was an elegant lady with style, most men’s idea of a perfect sex partner. During one of those conversations in which Frank exchanged thoughts with her, Jill realised that he was not getting his conjugal rights at home. Sleeping in twin beds kept the married couple apart and his wife repelled his sexual advances until he felt that there was no purpose in trying any more. ‘She finds sex repulsive and nauseating,’ he told her. ‘She pampers her own body, soaking in the bath for ages. I’m sure she masturbates for her own pleasure – as I have to for mine.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘You should find yourself a mistress,’ she told him. ‘Someone to fondle you and take of your needs.’ ‘How are you fixed?’ ‘I’m already spoken for, Frank. There must be other women you know. Besides, it’s never such a good idea to mix business with pleasure. Though it often happens, I know.’ ‘You have an extraordinary effect on me, Jill. The old testosterone glands work overtime as soon as I look at you.’ But Jill managed to keep him at bay, though furtively searching with her eyes for telltale bulges in his trousers. It was shameful to watch such a normally self-confident executive so desperate. At Christmas time, as in offices all over the Western world, it was usual to end the year with an office party. The large reception area was turned into a nightclub atmosphere with lots of buffet food, wine and beer. Starting in the late afternoon, by early evening everyone was in party mood. Everyone, that is, except Frank, who was quiet and depressed. He had told Jill that the thought of spending several days without seeing her. Filled him with remorse. Nothing Jill said could cheer him up. They were sat together in a small settee, whilst the rest of the staff were chatting in corners, or smooching to the dance music being played softly on a tape recorder. Lights were turned low to hide the indiscretions of the couples. Jill had seen one couple sidle away into an office, presumably for a more intimate embrace. ‘I’m off to the ladies,’ Jill whispered in Frank’s ear. ‘When I get back I’ll go straight to your office. Don’t you have some things to sign?’ And she disappeared into the lobby. After two or three minutes had elapsed, Frank stood up casually, filled his wine glass and sauntered from the reception area, through Jill’s outer office, into his own. Only the desk lamp was lit, throwing a pool of light over the blotting pad. He went across to the desk, leaning his bottom against the edge, wondering what Jill had planned He soon found out. The door open silently as Jill slipped quickly inside, closing it softly behind her, and standing with her back to it, turned the key. Facing Frank, smiling at him, Jill reached down to the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it to her waist. The look on Frank’s face was one of surprise and astonishment. Jill had no underwear on, her bare thighs and waist, her spread of dark pubic hair, visible to his gaze. Without saying a word, Jill sidled towards him, hips swaying provocatively. When she got to him, Jill stood legs parted, took his left hand in hers to place it, palm up, against her vulva. ‘There! That’s what you’ve been wanting for absolutely ages, darling. Feel!’ As Frank gently squeezed her fleshy mound, warm and silky, Jill unfastened the buttons holding up her skirt, allowing it to shutter to the carpet. Next came the blouse. She was naked underneath that as well, now standing before him stark naked. ‘This is your Christmas Present,’ Jill told him, removing the glass of wine from his right hand, putting it onto the desk, before unhooking the fastening of his waistband, then lowering the zip fastener with skilful fingers. His penis was already rising to the occasion when she flipped it out of the confines of his underwear. His trousers and underwear were pushed down his thighs and over his legs to dangle from his ankles, giving Jill free access to his genitals. Taking hold of the stiff cock in her right hand, she began fondling it to a full erection, whilst proffering the hard nipple of her left breast to his face, for him to suckle. Jill studied the manhood in front of her. It was a large specimen with a distinct upward bend giving it a boomerang shape she had never seen in any cock before. The head was like a ripe apricot with a pronounced rim that would thrill any vagina on entry. Jill thought it a shame that such a handsome piece of male equipment should be under utilised. When he realised he wasn’t dreaming, Frank began to play with Jill’s slippery labia in earnest, rubbing the wetness over her hair-covered outer lips, stroking against the clitoris. The large fleshy vulva gave him an awareness and thrill he had almost forgotten. It was years since he had felt the secret of a woman. It was bliss! To slip a finger, then another, into the hot willing passage of soft folds was heaven! But sexual abstinence over the years had reduced his ability to control his own physical emotions. Jill, gently stroking his cock, was encouraging his inner loins to tighten and flex in rapid succession. He began to panic. But Jill read the signs and held his cock hard against her groin as he shuddered to a climax of considerable power. His sperm flooded into her pubic hair, splashed across her belly, spilling over her thighs. Spurt after spurt gushed over her. Jill rubbed the thick sperm vigorously against her clitoris and vulva, harder and harder, feeling the waves rising in her groin. Faster and faster, the sperm lubricating her fingers, until her thighs twitched and lurched, her loins exploded into a myriad of ecstatic sensations and blissful release. They both panted for breath as the excited muscles gradually subsided. ‘My, my! What a deluge!’ Jill snatched the handkerchief from his top pocket to mop up the excessive amount of sperm swamping her belly and pubic mound. ‘That,’ said Frank, ‘was the finest Christmas present I’ve ever had. All I need now is to fill your fanny with my cock. Just to feel it inside a woman again.’ ‘There’s nothing I’d like better, but I think we should draw the line at adultery, darling. Much as I would enjoy it myself. You have a fantastic piece of equipment there. It’s a shame to see it go to waste. I’ll take this hanky home to wash it for you. Can’t have your wife finding it.’ That was the only time Jill saw and handled Frank’s cock, though she had two or three times, allowed him the liberty of sneaking his hand up her dress to feel her wet vulva whilst standing at his side, taking notes with an unsteady hand. When she left the firm Jill was sorry not to have sampled that magnificent penis again. ***** ‘Let’s fuck.’ Johnnie urged. ‘It’s want we both want.’ ‘No! Mustn’t.’ she muttered thickly, concentrating on jerking his cock, rolling her tongue over the head. Much as she wanted to fuck with Roger, she wanted to retain some degree of loyalty to Johnnie. Roger’s manipulation of her genitals, the clitoris in particular, was giving Jill some thrilling feelings. But she knew she must bring him off to avoid him forcing himself onto her. They were both growling with unbridled lust. As she felt the jerking and fluttering in his groin, Roger twisted himself round whilst lifting her right leg over him to place his head between her thighs. ‘Come on, lover,’ she muttered, ‘let’s see you spurt. I love to watch those jets of sperm shooting out. Give it to me.’ As Jill jerked his cock with enthusiasm, watching every twitch, Roger took the generous drooping labia between his lips, chewing on them eagerly, slipping his tongue into the wet passage, whilst rubbing his nose against the dilated clitoris. Jill’s manipulation of his cock was beginning to bring him to the boil. He felt the familiar stirrings in his loins, dragging at his groin, clenching in spasms, preparing for the final push. Then it came! Jill was on cloud nine. Delicious feelings flickered through her whole belly, muscles beginning to tighten. She was aware of Roger’s agitation, twitching buttocks, jerking against her mouth. But the growing commotion in her body was swamping the conscious mind. A violent heave sent a jet of sperm into Jill’s hair. After watching the second and third, she put her mouth over the end, filling her mouth with sperm – then another, and another. As she swallowed the delicious musky juices, Jill fell backwards, thighs trembling, to enjoy the tumult swirling through her entire being. Great waves of lust and desire swamped her completely. With insistent crawling fingers, she grappled her clitoris urgently to bring the agony to a sweet end. Every single orgasm came to her as a surprise, a new experience. Nothing else in the world matter to her when she reached this stage. Then the swell crashed over her, the delightful spray of release as she moaned and groaned her despair and delight. She was oblivious to everything except that supreme feeling of rapture. Jill Submits As Jill slowly recovered from her delirium, returning to reality, she realised that she was being fucked! The delicious feel of long hard strokes was filling her soft vagina. Roger had taken advantage of her defenceless moment of orgasm to slide that beautiful monster into her secret passage. Johnnie’s own private refuge. Private that is, until now! ‘Oh, shit! Roger! No!’ she cried, stifling the shout. She tried to squirm from under him, but he was holding her down by the shoulders, pounding into her, long and deep. ‘Darling! You’re wonderful! I could fuck you all night.’ He grunted. ‘Well, you can’t’ she responded. ‘The stewards will be locking up soon and coming to get their cars. Just let me go.’ But the supreme feeling of well being she always had when being fucked overcame her willpower to resist. And the distinct bend in Roger’s cock reached parts of her vaginal folds never reached before! It was different. It was marvellous. Oh, she loved being fucked! Jill was at her happiest when a stiff cock was filling her vagina, fucking, fucking, fucking! She felt alive - happy and content to allow the intruder to stroke her inner folds. Wrapping her arms round Roger’s waist to help draw him in to the limit. She was ecstatic with happiness, with this large cock inside her willing vagina. It was a new thrill for her. For Roger, his first ejaculation into Jill’s mouth, had left his penis still as hard as steel. He was ready to continue. A second orgasm was called for. So, as Jill writhed, preoccupied with her own orgasmic release, falling backwards in the exhilaration of it all, Roger quickly straddled her and aimed his fanny-ready cock into the waiting, dilated vagina. He began to shaft her quickly and powerfully. Roger had achieved his ambition – he was fucking Jill! The beautiful, delectable Jill! He was jubilant! And so was Jill! She hinged her thighs as wide apart as she could, to allow deepest penetration of that superb shaft. Now that he was screwing her, for the first and last time, she might as well get the most enjoyment out of it. Jill was floating in a cloud of ecstasy. Keeping up the steady rhythm, Roger screwed vigorously until he felt his muscles begin to contract once again, before bursting open the sluice gate to lubricate Jill’s vagina with his juices. Jill’s growing muscular tautness came to a gripping climax, joining him in a rare simultaneous orgasm. Both fell into each other’s joyful arms. On arriving home shortly after, Jill noticed stains of sperm on her blouse. Feeling between her thighs, she felt Roger’s sperm still seeping from her vagina. She went to sleep with a smile on her face. ***** During their foreplay the next evening, whilst caressing his body and kissing, whispering in his ear, stroking his penis, Jill asked Johnnie to tell her about his previous evening’s sexual escapade. It was a common ritual they often played. Each would recount a sexual episode of such a nature and in such detail, that the other could never be quite sure whether it was a fantasy or an account of a real event. Either way, it helped to turn them on. This was, in fact, how Jill had ‘confessed’ her episode with Frank’s cock, and the young man in the park, amongst other fictional events. Encouraged to tell all, Johnnie described to Jill how one of the young secretaries had drunk rather too much for her to drive home, so, brushing aside her wish to sleep it off in the car park, he insisted that she shared his twin bedroom apartment. Having helped in stripping off her clothes, he laid the compliant young woman on the bed and kissed her goodnight. In the middle of the night, however, he awoke and realised that there was a soft young woman in the next bed. Slipping from his own, Johnnie could not resist joining her in her bed. He stroked her all over, her small pliant breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks, sucked her small tender nipples, gently felt her oozing vulva, and stimulated her clitoris, ending up screwing her hard. As she matched his thrusts, begging for more, she moaned and groaned her way to a noisy orgasm. Eventually he quickly withdrew his cock, spurting into her downy pubic hair. But she still wanted more and they spent the next two hours in an orgy of oral lust and brutal fucking. He came three times, he boasted! So, when Jill then whispered to Johnnie the graphic details of her sexual encounter with Roger in the car park, describing in great detail his unusual cock, his energetic fucking, Johnnie would never know whether she spoke the truth or not – and Jill would be happy that she had truly confessed to her husband her wickedness and her unfaithfulness and found forgiveness. The effect as she described Roger’s cock was to stimulate Johnnie to even more vigorous thrusts. Remembering the violent fuck of the previous evening, Jill was brought to several fulfilling orgasms. There was no doubt that Johnnie was the better lover, but Roger the better fucker.