9 comments/ 130373 views/ 15 favorites Madness Ch. 01 By: jack_straw Jill Barnes paced nervously on the front porch of her large secluded suburban home near Dallas. In one hand, she sipped a margarita, while she smoked a cigarette with the other. Music from the party blasted through the house and into the back yard, and, from the TV room downstairs came loud sounds from a group watching a college football game, the final game of the 1990s, Ole Miss against Oklahoma. It was New Year’s Eve, 1999, and her husband Ken had been a little afraid of the Millennium bug, so he had decided to keep things at the house and have a party. Many of their neighbors were in attendance, and almost all of Brad and Elaine’s friends. Brad had a couple of his frat buddies from SMU, where he was a freshman, and Elaine had her high school friends. Ken had also invited some of his subordinates, golf buddies and people he attended Dallas Cowboys games with, and most of them had shown up. But Jill really wasn’t comfortable with Ken’s friends, because all they talked about was sports, hunting and fishing and other manly pursuits, and the wives were all stuck-up society bitches going on endlessly about things that she had absolutely no interest in. “Come on,” she said out loud to the night. She recalled her phone call from an hour or so earlier. She had been impatient for him to answer, as the phone rang three times before a man answered. “Yo, whassup,” Richie Castilla said into the phone. “Hey, baby, this is Jill; Happy New Year!” she said. Richie grinned when he heard the seductive voice on the other end. “Well, you been scarce lately, girl. Still lookin’ good? What can I do for you this fine evening?” “Baby, I’m bored and I’m without,” Jill said. “My husband’s having this big end of the millennium party for a bunch of his friends, and for the kids and their friends, and I need some sugar to make it right. I’m going crazy.” “I’m hip,” Richie said. “Let’s see if we can get you fixed up.” Then he took Julie’s order and they agreed on a price, then he asked when she could pick it up. “Well, the deal is, that since my DUI, I’m a little shaky about driving, especially at night, and especially this night,” Jill answered. “You think you could bring it out? I could make it worth your while.” “You know that’ll cost you, honey.” Richie said, as his groin began to tighten. It would cost her, all right. He looked over at his friends, Brent and Ted, who were sitting on the sofa in Richie’s apartment. They had been planning on going to the clubs to celebrate the New Year, but this new development put an interesting twist on things. “OK, I’ll be over about an hour.” Richie made a snap decision; he knew how they’d spend New Year’s Eve. They’d spend it getting high and fucking Jill Barnes. They’d save themselves the trouble and the expense of going to the clubs to pick up their evening’s lay. Richie went to his safe and pulled out a sizable quantity of his commercial cocaine and bagged it up for Jill, then broke into his special stash, the one he kept just for his ladies. It was some of the purest, sweetest Peruvian flake on the market, and it was guaranteed to please. Women had never failed to go wild and to go for hours on this stuff. He broke out a good quantity and funneled it into a small vial. Richie was Jill’s supplier for drugs, cocaine mostly, and he had quickly made the brunette one of his coke whores. He had a regular stable of horny middle-class women who traded sex for coke, and at the moment, Jill was tops on his hit parade. Jill usually came to him for her connection, but this time she had invited him to her home, to her husband’s New Year’s Eve party. The opening was too good to pass up. He’d give the bitch her blow, but she’d pay for making him drive all the way out to her house. She would fuck him – and anybody else he cared to invite – and she’d do it under the nose of her husband, at the risk of being caught. Hell, he’d make sure she was caught, just to drive home the point that he owned her, whether her husband liked it or not. He knew Jill was desperate enough to do it. Yes, this was going to be an interesting night. Truth was, Jill was desperate. She sat on the bench in front of her house and glumly contemplated how her life had spun out of control since she had gotten involved with cocaine and other drugs. Over the previous three years, she had developed an itch for sex that was completely unquenchable, and along the way, she had developed an equally unquenchable desire for mind-altering and body-numbing substances to go with it. Cocaine, marijuana and ecstasy were her main vices, along with the ever-present liquor. She was drinking almost every day, sometimes a lot, and she plainly now had an addiction to coke. It had been a full week since she’d done up the last of her most recent holding, right before she and Ken put out presents on Christmas Eve, and she had a large jones building. No doubt, Jill was spiraling downward, and she had found out just how far out of control she was in September, when she was pulled over late one night for driving erratically. She was arrested for driving while intoxicated – she had measured .13 on the blood-alcohol measure – but the arresting officer had cut her some slack by pocketing the small vial of cocaine she’d had with her. Ken had bailed her out, and she had paid the fine. It was her first brush with the law in her life, but she sensed it wouldn’t be the last. Jill lit another cigarette and thought about Richie. He was an arrogant bastard, always cocksure, but he always had the best coke, and he had absolutely one of the king cocks she’d ever seen. Richie did things to her libido that no one else could do, and when he got her going, she’d go wild, and do anything he wanted. She felt a warm feeling flush her face, as she thought about riding Richie’s 10-inch monster. She’d do him tonight, a quickie, so they could both get their rocks off, then next time they’d take their time. She sighed and went in to fix another drink, using up the last of the margarita mix, and that was when Richie arrived. But Richie wasn’t alone; he’d brought his friends, who each held up a bottle of cheap champagne and leered at her as they entered the house. Richie introduced them as Ted and Brent, his best buds, he said. Jill was apprehensive about Richie’s friends being along, but she figured they were off to the clubs, and they’d just let the deal go down then leave. Richie disabused her of that notion the moment he walked in the door. He strode over to Jill and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. In spite of her growing concern, she found herself responding, and she kissed him back and slipped her tongue in his mouth. “So? You ready to party, baby?” he said in a strong voice. “I brought my friends along, because I know how much you love a group scene.” Just then her son, Brad, and four of his friends came in to fix some mixed drinks. Two of them were George and Mike, high school friends of Brad’s, while Pat and Larry were in Brian’s fraternity at SMU. “Hey, you guys want to party, I mean, really party?” Richie asked them. “Why don’t you guys come on up and party with us. I’ve got some good blow we can share to ring in the New Year, and we can all take turns banging this whore.” Then Richie and his friends started for the stairs. Brad’s friends looked at each other with a little confusion, but then they looked Jill up and down, and decided that they’d much rather party upstairs than outside. Just then, Jill dashed up to Richie. “We can’t do this here,” she cried. “What about my husband? What about the party?” “Your husband?” Richie snorted. “When we get started on you, your husband will be the last thing on your mind, and as for the party, we’ll have our own party. Won’t we, guys?” Loud sounds of agreement filled the air from the assembled men. “But, but…” Jill sputtered. “Listen, bitch,” Richie said softly, but menacingly. “You want my blow, you gotta earn it. Eight to one, that sounds like a nice, even number. You fuck all of us right, and I’ll give you a nice discount, maybe even let you have it for free.” Then he turned and headed up the stairs, followed by the rest of the crowd. Brad sidled up to his mother and asked what was going on. “I don’t… I don’t know,” she replied. “I think I’ve gotten myself in something I can’t get out of. Look, go down in the basement and bring up that case of beer from the refrigerator. You can come up and join us for a while and catch a buzz, but I want you to ease out if things start to get hot, to keep an eye out. And, for God’s sake, keep your father from coming upstairs. I’ll make it worth your while.” “I’ll try, but I’m working on screwing Mandy Parsons, and if I get her, I’m not gonna play bodyguard for you while you get wasted and fuck your brains out,” Brad replied. “Just lock the door and hope he doesn’t come looking for you. Have fun. It’d better be worth it.” After retrieving the beer out of the basement fridge, he and his mom climbed the stairs to join the party that was taking shape in her bedroom. Ken was preoccupied with the big bonfire, the fireworks they had ready for the stroke of midnight, the keg of beer and the football game on the TV. Jill had wanted to go to a club, and celebrate with, “friends,” but for once, Ken had insisted that they have this party. Well, fuck him, she thought bravely, she’d have her own party her way. She grabbed her bottle of tequila, still three-quarters full, and turned to whatever lay ahead. As she climbed the stairs, a snippet of a song from one of her favorite old movies floated through her head, “Que sera, sera. What will be, will be,” Then the thought passed. As the group climbed the stairs, Mike showed Richie a glimpse of the baggie in his pocket containing his primo bud, the top-of-the-line California sensamilla his older brother had given him for Christmas. “You’ll like my contribution to the party,” he said as he introduced the others, and Richie introduced his two friends. Jill’s bedroom was upstairs at the front of the house at the end of a fairly long hall, set apart from the other upstairs bedrooms. With the rest of the party raging out in their big back yard, it was as secluded as Jill could have hoped for. The king-size bed sat in the center of the room, facing the door. The bathroom was at the back and the dressers and dressing table faced the opposite wall. At the far left corner of the room was a big walk-in closet. At the back of the closet, there was a set of shelves in the closet, and set behind some clothes was a concealed wall safe, where she kept her most sensitive secrets, plus a small locked file cabinet that contained all of her goodies, her special clothes, toys and such, which she used when she went out prowling, which she was doing more and more often. Richie and Jill went into the closet and completed their business transaction. Richie handed Jill the baggie of coke, but waved off her cash, for the moment. Then he kissed her slow and sensuously, sending shivers up and down her spine, before they broke the embrace. Jill took one last stab at getting out what she could see was a disaster in the making. “Please, baby, just do me here, and let me go,” she said desperately as she squeezed the growing bulge in Richie’s leather jeans. “My husband…” “Shhhhhh,” Richie whispered before kissing Jill again. Then he addressed her more forcefully. “Maybe it’s time your husband found out about the real you. You might as well accept it, baby. You’re going to get fucked by everyone in this room, and when everyone else is finally finished with you, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have cum pouring out your ears.” In spite of herself, Jill felt her pussy begin to swell and moisten at his words, and at the massive lump in Richie’s pants that was slowly humping itself into her crotch. Finally, she bowed her head, then looked up at Richie with a look that was teary, but also contained a trace of excitement. “OK, I’ll do it,” she said in a quiet voice. “Good girl,” Richie said, kissing her deeply once again. When they emerged from the closet, Richie went right to work. Richie went to Jill’s dressing table and pulled what looked like a shaving kit from his coat, which he hung on the back of his chair. He took a bindle of coke and a small mirror out of the kit, then knocked a sizeable quantity of the crystalline powder onto the mirror. Taking a razor, he quickly drew out four lines, then handed Jill his silver tooter. Jill’s eyes had a fiery quality about them as she prepared herself. She had always loved cocaine. The combination of the drug’s numbing power and its aphrodisiac qualities made it perfect for a sex maniac with a schizophrenic personality. She quickly snorted up one line, then another, leaning her head back to make sure she’d gotten it all. Then Richie took up the other two lines. Meanwhile, Mike had filled a pipe, fired it up and started passing it around the room. Jill looked around with mounting excitement at the men in the room. Larry was a big, burly guy with curly reddish hair and an unruly red beard. Pat was the shortest person in the room at 5-6, but he was stoutly built and muscular, with fair skin and a shaved head. Nevertheless, it was clear that Richie was in charge. He was a tall, commanding figure of 6-2, with a dark complexion and a raven ponytail. Ted was average in every way physically, about 5-9 and stocky, with fair skin and brown hair with a well-trimmed beard. Brent was also tallish, about 6-1, with a ruddy complexion and blond hair with a mustache. Mike was the tallest person in the room, at 6-3, maybe 6-4, and slender, with a dusky color and short back hair. George, like Ted, was average in every way, except he wore his sandy-colored hair moderately long. For a few minutes, there was idle conversation in the room, as the group got good and high, drinking, smoking and snorting. Someone turned on the bedside radio and tuned it to a classic rock station, and soon everyone was grooving. Richie was feeling generous, especially after he got a few lungs-full of Mike’s weed, so he broke out lines for everyone. After passing the mirror around the room a few times, Richie turned the line-making duties over to Brent, stood up and walked over to where Jill was swaying to the beat of the music. She was feeling the effects of the coke, the tequila and the weed, and when Richie came behind her, she purred in anticipation. She gave Brad a subtle signal with her eyes, and he got up and headed for the door. She didn’t want him to watch this, and, frankly, he didn’t want to watch his mom get gangbanged, either. He gazed at his mom one more time with a mixture of pity, envy and disgust, but her attention had already been diverted, so he quietly slipped out and shut the door, which locked behind him. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you,” Richie whispered in Jill’s ear, as he ran his hands down her sides and began a slow humping motion into her butt. “You want it, and you don’t even care if your husband catches us, do you.” “Oh, baby, I’m ready for it,” Jill replied, and even as she spoke, Richie had pulled the rose-colored peasant blouse up over her naked tits, cupping and squeezing her modest mounds as he did. He tossed the blouse into a corner as the others burst forth with exclamations and exhortations. If she noticed, Jill didn’t say anything, but simply leaned back and turned her face up as Richie bent down, and they kissed with mounting passion. As they kissed, Ted knelt down in front of Jill, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her legs, after she had kicked off her shoes. When she stepped out of her pants, Ted picked them up and tossed them into the same corner with her blouse. A hearty cheer went up from the men, as Jill stood among them naked. She was a tall woman, about 5-11, and slender with short, curly hair of a raven color, matching her dusky skin, the product of her French ancestry. Her russet nipples stuck out from her breasts in early arousal. Her dark pubic bush was trimmed back pretty well, but not shaved, and as she turned around, the men whistled in appreciation of her perfect ass and long dancer’s legs. The one thing she still did, in spite of her growing substance abuse problem, was work out quite often and quite hard, so that she still looked trim and physically fit. However, if you looked, you could see around her eyes how the fast-lane lifestyle she’d pursued for nearly three years was taking a toll. But otherwise, she was still the same succulent dish she’d been before that day when a former co-worker of her husband's had shown her the way out of middle-class monotony two years earlier by reintroducing her to cocaine, which she had been addicted to way back in college many years earlier. Ted began working his hand between Jill’s legs, and she opened them slightly to give him access. She was already dripping wet from anticipation, and she looked around the room to see the men removing their clothes. Abruptly, Ted pulled his hand away, and Jill turned to see Brent standing in front of her naked, with a hard-on of some 7, maybe 8 inches, a good solid piece of meat. Richie gave a little motion, and whispered in her ear, licking it as he did. “Why don’t you give everybody a few sucks so you can get acquainted with all these cocks you’re going to be fucking here in a few minutes,” he said, supremely in control. Jill purred in response, and dropped right onto her knees and took the hard cock in her right hand. She opened her mouth and swiped her tongue up the underside of Brent’s cock in an exaggerated motion, lashing his shaft like paintbrush strokes, licking him all the way to his crown. She licked him all over, getting his shaft wet with her saliva, then she opened her mouth wide and took just the head into her mouth. Jill was already humming, throbbing with lust as the coke, the weed and the tequila did their work. She swirled her tongue around the head several times, then fed his cock into her throat. She sucked him slowly all the way, deep into her maw until she felt his coarse pubic hairs on her nose. She inhaled his strong masculine aroma and felt herself swoon for just a second, before resuming her steady bobbing motion on Brent’s cock. Then she felt her head being wrenched off Brent’s cock, and she found herself face-to-cock with Ted’s 8 inches. He was a touch longer than Brent, but he was about the same in girth, and she didn’t fuck around with him. She grabbed his cock at the base and sucked it down her throat to the hilt. As she did, she felt several cocks filling her hands, and she languidly stroked them to maximum strength. She sucked mightily on Ted for several minutes, taking him in long, even strokes, all the way, before releasing his cock. George was next in line. She looked up at the face of her son’s best friend, a normally shy young man who was nonetheless fisting a slim, 7-inch cock that was harder than it had ever been. He’d lusted after Brad’s mom almost since the first day they’d moved to Dallas, in 1996, and his desire for her had only deepened when Brad had recently told him about her lifestyle. Sensing his hesitation, Jill whispered to George, “it’s OK, I won’t bite. Might nibble a little, but I won’t bite.” That bit of levity broke the tension, and Jill laughed as she opened her mouth and sucked George easily into her mouth. Jill sucked on George’s cock for a few minutes, then was turned around to face a very nice cock belonging to Mike. She whistled as she appraised the long dick in front of her. It was a legitimate 10-incher, she could see, with a narrow, almost spear-like head atop a fairly slender shaft. Jill’s eyes widened as she passed the head easily past her lips and into her mouth. She got all but about two inches in her throat before she began to gag. It was early yet, and she figured once she got warmed up, she’d be able to suck all of it. Jill worked her mouth up and down on Mike’s cock, bathing his length with her juice, before reluctantly pulling him out. Madness Ch. 01 As Jill worked her way around the room, she kept the fingers of one hand or the other strumming in her pussy. She was on her knees, and she would periodically squat on her feet and spread her legs to show the men her dripping cunt, with her fingers working steadily. Some of the guys got in on the action, kneeling down next to her or behind her and working their fingers in and around her cunt and asshole. Jill pulled on her sinuses and a large dollop of gooey cocaine slid down her throat, sending a wave of sensation through her body, and she let herself ride that wave. Whatever reservations Jill had had about doing this had been swept away on a snowy tide. Next was Pat, and his may have been the most amazing cock of all. It was short, only about 6 inches, but this was the fattest cock she’d ever seen, a stubby knob of flesh that was easily 2 ½ inches thick, maybe as much as 3 inches. Jill opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid the fat head of his cock past her fully stretched lips. She breathed hard through her nose as she sucked Pat’s knob into her mouth, finally getting it all down her throat. She could only blow him for a very short time before she had to pull him out, panting heavily. “Wow, that’s one fat cock,” Jill breathed. Just then, she felt herself being picked up and carried to the bed. She was laid flat on her back, and she immediately spread her legs to give the whole room its first really good look at her drenched pussy. It was a pretty pussy, with narrow, coral-colored lips and a prominent clitoris. She ran a couple of fingers through her crotch, and Larry couldn’t resist. He spread her legs wider then dove face-first into Jill’s cunt. Jill laughed and squealed at Larry’s brisk oral assault on her pussy. He rubbed his full, furry red beard between her legs as he tongued the pink slit in no particular pattern. One second he was spearing her cunt, the next he was lashing her clit. Then he began to finger-fuck her furiously. Jill was beginning to lose herself from Larry’s work, then her attention was diverted by the appearance of Richie’s mammoth tool dangling over her head. She looked up at it with naked lust in her eyes, as anyone would. It was 10 inches at least, maybe even 11, and fat, not quite as fat as Pat’s, but close. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and began to lick at it, as Richie rubbed it over her face. She brought both hands up and wrapped them around the base of his dick and slowly fed the bulbous head into her mouth. Slowly, Richie eased his cock into Jill’s mouth, past her gullet and into her throat until she had all but the little bit in her fists in her mouth. Jill gurgled as Richie fucked her mouth while Larry ate her out. She could feel her first orgasm of the night building to a climax, but before she could get there, Richie and Larry pulled back. Then they switched, and when they did, Richie flipped Jill onto her knees. Larry had a good-sized cock, about 9 inches and fat, and Jill descended ravenously on it. By now, her mouth and throat had been opened up enough so that she could suck Larry all the way without any trouble, and she was soon giving him a deep-throat blowjob. At the same time, Richie opened up Jill from behind. Instead of Larry’s bullish approach, Richie was surprisingly delicate, snaking just his long tongue over the pouting pussy that opened up in front of him. He licked downward until he captured Jill’s clit with his tongue. He curled his tongue around the swollen bud, sending Jill into spasms of lust. As he lavished subtle licks on her clit, he forced a middle finger deep in her cunt, working it sensually back and forth. Then he pulled his hand away, slashed his way with his tongue up her pussy, past the little bridge of flesh between her cunt and her ass, to the pink hole that winked up at him. Richie tongue-lashed Jill’s asshole, rimming it forcefully then suddenly forcing his middle finger past the tight ring of flesh, to Jill’s growl of approval. He fingered Jill’s ass for a couple of minutes, then pulled away. “Anyone who wants to eat some tasty pussy, now’s the time,” Richie said to the crowd. “You won’t want to get your mouth anywhere near there once it starts filling up with cum. Unless you’re queer.” Then he laughed wickedly and walked to the dresser, where he fixed up a couple of lines of his special sauce for himself and the party girl, then returned to the bed. He gave Jill a couple of good toots of blow, then two shots of tequila, while the other five men took turns eating her pussy with various levels of skill. Jill found herself on her back, ready to kick this party up a notch, as she felt this new load of top-grade coke and tequila set her insides on fire. She glanced at the clock on the far wall, which read 10:15. They’d already been partying for an hour, but so far, no one had missed Jill outside. Jill leaned up on her elbows and looked the horny men over with blazing eyes, while Richie addressed the men. “OK, folks, I think we can all agree that we’re all about to bust a huge nut,” he began. “So what I propose is that we all take a few minutes to fuck whichever hole you want, you know, let everybody get a good feel of this bitch’s hot pussy, then after everyone’s had a turn, me and Long Dong over here (referring to Mike) will do a DP, and the rest of you just sort of pick a spot and we’ll all cum together, make this whore go ballistic. Honey, I’ll even let you pick out who you want first.” “C’mon George, you’ve wanted this so bad for so long, why don’t you start?” Jill said softly. It was the least she could do. She didn’t know if he was a virgin, but she knew he had far less experience than any of his friends, and she feared he’d get left out among this crowd. She hoped he didn’t cum too soon and risk ridicule from Richie and the others. George had to slap himself to make sure this was really happening, that he was really about to fuck Brad Barnes’ sexy mom. He did have a girlfriend at college who had been introducing him to sex, but she was nothing like Jill, a mature, experienced beauty with dark, exotic looks. Then he shook himself back to reality and crawled between Jill’s legs. She helped him out by reaching down with her right hand and prying her lips open with two fingers to show him her angry red inner walls. “Right here, baby, come on in and fuck Mama,” she purred. George grasped his cock in his right hand then aimed it at Jill’s pussy. He pushed the head past her lips and felt his length scudding up her liquid canal. Jill gave a long, satisfied sigh as she finally got a cock in her pussy. Her last encounter with a dick in her cunt had been a brisk afternoon quickie with Ken three days earlier. And now she had been surrounded by hard cocks for the past half-hour at least, and their nearness had been a tease, an intoxicant that had gotten her arousal to a high simmer, along with the substances that were flowing through her veins. She pulled George down and kissed him deeply, rolling her tongue around with his. George was just starting to get his dick smoking, when he was pulled away. “Next!” Richie exclaimed. Brent stepped up, knee-walking his way up to Jill’s cunt. He pressed his cock to her open sex and pushed it in deep in one long thrust. Brent picked up her knees and drove his cock relentlessly with deep, hard strokes, and Jill was responding, rolling her hips around to make sure he hit every part of her walls. She was beginning to lose control, to feel the waves of passion rising ever higher. She was so ready for a massive orgasm; she’d masturbated several times in recent days, but she hadn’t had a good, cleansing orgasm since before Christmas, when she’d paid her last visit to Richie. But she wasn’t quite ready; there were still dicks to sample. Brent pulled out and away then Pat stepped up and turned Jill onto her knees. Jill closed her eyes to prepare for the onslaught of Pat’s massive girth. He worked the fat head past her dripping pussy lips and very slowly pushed his 6 inches all the way until his smooth-shaven crotch pressed onto Jill’s butt. Jill gave a sort of squall and clutched at the sheets as Pat filled her to capacity. Slowly, he drew his slick stump back and began to pump back and forth in Julie’s gushing cunt. Meanwhile, Brent had leaned back on the headboard and pulled Jill’s head to his cock. She grabbed it and eagerly licked off their commingled juices and savored her own peculiar taste. When she had licked him all over, she plunged her mouth onto his rampant dick and began to work it purposefully, bobbing her head up and down vigorously. As the two dicks worked in her mouth and pussy, there was a third hole that hadn’t had much attention, but that changed as Pat continued to leisurely fuck Jill doggy-style. Pat licked two fingers and slowly, but firmly, pushed them past her sphincter and into her rectum. Jill began to hump back harder as Pat finger-fucked her ass in time to his steady strokes in her pussy. Brent moved away and George offered Jill his cock to suck, which she did with relish. She went slower and more lovingly with George than she had with Brent, sucking him all the way in her throat and holding him there before slowly drawing him out of her mouth. Behind her, Pat worked both her holes until her ass was good and loose. Jill’s pussy made an audible sucking sound as Pat withdrew his cock. Ted was right behind him, eager to go. Jill reached over to her bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out some lubricant jelly and handed it to Ted, who slathered his dick with it until it was gleaming. Then he swiped his dick across Jill’s pussy lips, but instead of lingering, he raised himself up and pressed his cock to her ass. Jill willed herself to relax; she knew the first entry was the hardest and that once he was in, she was in for pleasure galore. And, sure enough, Jill gave a desperate lurching sound as Ted pushed his dick past her anal ring. He held it just inside until she began to hump her ass back to get more of him. Ted seemed to be waiting for her to come to him, so she slowly pushed her ass back onto his iron rod. When he had it all the way in, he began to slowly fuck her back passage with slow, steady strokes, gritting his teeth as he did to hold back his tidal wave of cum. Meanwhile, Pat had moved around and assumed the position in front of Jill, where she could once again try to get all of his fat meat in her mouth. Once again, she could get it all the way down for maybe 30 seconds then she had to back off. He was just too big, but she did get off on getting another good taste of herself. Ted finally had to pull away or lose control. He pulled out of Jill’s ass with a plopping sound, and Larry was right behind. He tried to push his cock into Jill’s ass, but he slipped and plunged balls-deep in her suctioning pussy in one powerful push, and it felt so good, he decided to just fuck that hole, and Jill wouldn’t have let him out until she was ready anyway. The feel of his gristly 9 inches pumping forcefully in her cunt was what finally lit the fuse on Jill’s approaching orgasm. From that point on, she was conscious of nothing but her swelling lust, especially when Larry plunged two fingers in her ass. He was a former high school defensive lineman and he’d broken the first two fingers on his right hand twice each, leaving them gnarled and knotted. That made for an interesting feeling as he pumped them wetly in Jill’s ass. Larry almost lost it as he felt her velvety ass grip his fingers and her liquid cunt muscles milk his cock. But at the last minute, grabbed his cock hard by the base, squeezing back the boiling cum, and pulled out. It was time for the show to come to a climax. Richie slithered under Jill’s squirming, sweaty body. As he did, her modest tits dangled in his face. Because she wasn’t busty, only about a 34B at best, men didn’t pay much attention to Jill’s tits. Which was a crying shame, because her breasts had just the right amount of droop, enough to fill an average coffee cup, to hang proudly on her chest, and her hard nipples were super-sensitive. Richie loved Jill’s tits. They were just right for his taste, and he licked, sucked, squeezed and pinched them roughly for maybe a minute before getting ready to fuck his prize and be the first to cum in her hot pussy. Jill reared up to allow Richie into position, then she placed her right knee on the bed on one side of Richie’s body and propped her left foot beside the other, so she straddled his hips, with her pussy hovering over his purple cock. Richie held it up in the air as he stared into Jill’s eyes. Jill stared back for long seconds before closing her eyes lustfully and rubbing her tight pussy lips over the head of Richie’s massive penis. Then, with agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto the mushroom head and descended down the shaft. Jill rolled her hips in a spiral motion all the way down until she was filled to the brim with his size. She gasped and croaked as she threw her head back and began to ride the glorious cock in her pussy that seemed to punch at the opening to her cervix with every inward thrust. Richie’s cock gleamed with the mixed slime of pre-cum and her copious juice as he grabbed her hips and began to work her up and down on his cock. As she put her left knee onto the bed and began to ride like a cowgirl, she reached back with both hands and pulled her butt cheeks open, revealing her open asshole. “Oh God! C’mon Mike, fuck my ass,” Jill said in a desperate, pleading tone. “ I want to feel your long cock in my ass while Richie fucks my pussy with his long, fat dick. God, I love to fuck.” Mike didn’t mess around, but put his spear to the open hole and pushed his way in. Jill kept waiting for him to finally run out of cock to fuck up her ass, but by the time he was in to the hilt, Jill was a whirling dervish, rolling her hips to get both of the obscenely long cocks all the way into her body. She had had plenty of DPs over the course of her nearly three years as a coke whore, but she didn’t think she’d ever – ever – been filled in both holes as deeply as she was by these two powerful 10-inchers. She was spouting gibberish, something about breaking her in half, and that’s what it felt like as her long, lean body worked between the two men. Dimly, she felt a cock at her mouth, and looking up, she saw Larry leering down at her. She licked furiously at his cock, then fed it into her mouth and sucked hungrily on it. At her left, Ted was fisting his purple boner at the erotic spectacle going on in front of him. At her right, George also leaned on the headboard and slowly jacked himself, trying hard not to shoot too quickly. Brent knelt just to the left of George and pressed his cock to Jill’s right hand. She quickly began stroking him with frenzy, and she did the same to Pat, who was on her other side next to Ted. Moans and gasps began to quicken as seven men worked themselves toward an explosive climax around the juicy redhead. Jill frantically pulled her mouth off Larry and pulled Ted to her. She sucked on him for a short time, then leaned over and sucked George for a few seconds. Then she leaned to her right and sucked Brent’s cock, then she leaned to her left and licked Pat’s cock. Jill’s breathing was getting heavier and more ragged as she felt herself being transported to another dimension. For a few seconds, time seemed to stand still as everyone in the room focused on holding back the orgasmic tide as long as possible. Mike and Richie were working in rhythm in Jill’s ass and pussy, making her gasp with each filling stroke. Larry had firm hold of Jill’s sweaty curls, his cock working deep in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge at times with his fat length, and producing a steady, sloppy sound. Jill had her right hand slowly stroking George’s cock and her left was working furiously on Ted. Pat and Brent were off to either side, jacking themselves with increasing fury. Finally, it was George who broke the dam. With a choking cry he arched his back, as Jill stroked his cock three times hard, and he shot a fiery load across her eyes and her cheek, then the rest of his load spurted all over her hand. That caused her to look down just a second, and that was when Ted wrenched his cock from Jill, stroked it twice and fired a cannon shot of cum that soared over her head, laced her right shoulder and hit the top of her head with a ribbon of hot cum, before finishing by shooting his last foaming shots in her left ear. Seeing that display was too much for Pat and Brent, and they jacked themselves hard, soaking Jill’s tits with their steaming cream. As they spurted their cum across her chest, Larry threw his head back and moaned deeply, then he pulled Jill’s face to his hairy belly and erupted deep in her throat with a geyser of cum. He shot it so hard and so fast that Jill couldn’t keep up swallowing it, and some dribbled out her lips and ran down her chin. That left Mike and Richie, still banging away, and Jill still wailing like a banshee as she hurtled upward, faster and faster, toward an explosion of epic proportions. As if on an unspoken cue, the two men flexed their hips faster and faster, driving their cocks relentlessly in Jill’s horny holes. She could feel the tidal wave rushing, rushing, rushing. She lifted her arms and ran her hands through her hair in a wanton motion, then took two fingers and frantically scooped up as much of the cum that pooled on her face as she could get then sucked the fingers deep, hungrily, in her mouth. She did this until her face was relatively clean then she rubbed all of the cum on her chest over her torso, finishing by cupping her slimy tits and pinching her nipples. “Big cum,” she chanted dementedly. “Big cum. Make me have a big cum. Fuck me hard and make me cummmmm!” Harder and harder, the two dicks pumped, until Richie gave a grunt and Mike a gasp as their cocks ballooned to impossible size then erupted. They both spewed an incredible amount of cum deep in Jill’s clenching holes. At the first burst, Jill’s orgasm finally spilled over, and she began to give great heaving gasps and cries. She thrashed and writhed as the two men spent themselves completely in her pussy and her ass. For long minutes, there was no sound but the gasps of the trio trying to come back to earth after a totally mind-blowing experience. The two big cocks continued twitching in Jill for several minutes, as she slumped onto Richie’s sweaty, heaving chest, her body still shivering in the afterglow of her orgasm. Even as she slowly returned to earth, Jill had the feeling that this night’s party was just getting started. Madness Ch. 02 Everyone in Jill Barnes' bedroom sat back to catch their breath after the furious orgy they'd just enjoyed with the tall brunette. There were seven men getting high and partying down on that New Year's Eve of 1999, as the 21st century approached. After he had finally finished cumming, Mike pulled out and walked over to the dresser, where he packed a pipe and fired it up. Pat had already pulled out a joint of a more pedestrian quality weed and it was making the rounds, and the crowd of men sucked down beer as they waited for Richie to get up and start lining out some more coke. Jill glanced at the clock; 10:45 it read. If they had quit then, and broken up their little party, she would have gotten away with it. Ken had totally lost interest in her whereabouts for the time that the football game was on, the bonfire was being lit and beer was being drunk. Moreover, the game ran late and went down to the wire – Ole Miss won on a last-second field goal – and that had riveted everyone's attention, especially the considerable number of Oklahoma fans at the party, who were, naturally, disappointed in the outcome. But Jill had completely lost her ability to control herself, and she wasn't nearly ready to quit. Richie had been right; once they'd gotten her started, she'd turned into nothing but an insensate fuck machine. Her voracious appetites for sex and drugs had overwhelmed her conscience and her judgment. So she simply crawled off the bed, went to pee, then sat at the dressing table to replenish her buzz. Three separate sets of lines, two more shots of tequila – this time with beer chasers – plus all the weed that was making its way around the room, and Jill was soaring. Her body was starting to tingle again and she was ready for more. At this point, the thought of her husband was the furthest thing from her mind, or if he was, she had apparently resigned herself to the fact that this was the day she finally exposed herself to him as a slut supreme. As the clock chimed 11 o'clock, Jill found herself on the bed with Pat. She kissed his mouth with urgency as he laid her on her back. He reveled in the salty-sweet taste of cum that still lingered on her lips, and the way her hand was slowly, sinuously stroking his fat dick. "All right, let's go one at a time, pick a hole," Jill said, with a mad gleam in her eyes. "I want you all to fill me up with your cum, one after the other." Cum still shone from Jill's crotch as she spread her legs lewdly and put Pat's cock up to her pussy. Pat got up on his knees as he drove his girth into Jill's flooded pussy. Jill felt the air leave her lungs with a rush as the fat cock pumped evenly in her cunt. At one point, he put Jill's legs together and picked them up. His cock looked like a fat, red slug as it parted her pink lips. Jill responded to that position, rolling her hips around like a dancer, hoping to will him even deeper in her horny hole. Pat would have been content to stay in that position forever, but there were six other guys waiting their turn, so he released Jill's legs and began to thrust harder and faster, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders to pull him in closer. Once again, they kissed ravenously, and Pat felt his sweaty stomach rolling on Jill's slimy belly, with the taste of cum on her lips. The tactile sensation was enough to send him over the edge, and with a growl he pumped another hard load of cum into Jill's clenching cunt, bathing her walls with a solid load. Pat fell away, leaving Jill's pussy gaping and oozing cum, to be replaced by Mike. Jill cooed as Mike gathered her in his arms and fed his long, snake-like cock up her cunt, inch by agonizing inch. When he had it all the way in, and she felt the head poking at her cervix, she really began to hump. Her second strong orgasm of the night was well on its way as she and Mike rolled their hips around in rhythmic circles, grinding themselves together to get maximum pleasure. Jill threw her head back and sucked in air as her hands worked feverishly over Mike's chest and his sides, pulling him to her. She had surrendered completely to lust, and she didn't care who found out. Mike picked Jill's legs up then bent them up until her ankles were on either side of her ears. Leaning slightly on her upturned thighs, he began to fuck her with hard, but deliberate strokes, driving his hips forward to push his cock deeper in the hungry slit that enveloped his dick. Jill felt the sensations wash over her as Mike picked up speed until, with a gasp, he came hard and fast, shooting his cum and pumping his dick back and forth in her pussy. Cum was being pumped out of her lips with each pull back, and the slickness dribbled out to coat her asshole in a fresh layer of slime. Satisfied that he'd pumped every drop he had in Jill's cunt, Mike pulled out, leaving a trail of moisture over her thigh as he backed away. The rest of the room looked with wolfish eyes as Jill lay back, her chest heaving and her legs spread, cum spilling from her coral lips. Richie motioned for Larry to take his turn, and Larry knew exactly what he wanted. With a bearish growl, he pulled Jill's legs back up and aimed his fat, 9-inch cock at her open asshole and pushed his way in to the hilt, without warning or preliminaries. At once, he was fucking her ass with long, swift strokes, and she pumped her ass up to get him further up her butt. "Agh, fuck my ass!" she said rather loudly. "Oooooh, God, your cock feels soooooo fucking gooooood! Fuck me, you son of a bitch, and make me your whore. Fuuuuuck meeeee!" Larry just snarled as he increased the pace of his anal pounding. Jill reached down with a hand and began to roll her clit around between her fingers, spiking her arousal to unbelievable heights. She was in the zone now, lost in the feeling of intense sex and a stupendous buzz. Instinctively, she clenched her rectum, trying to tighten her muscles around the huge dick in her ass. That was all it took. With a cry of surprise, Larry fell forward and exploded wildly in Jill's ass, spraying cum deep into her bowels. She milked the last few drops with her butt, then pushed him back with a wild look in her eyes. Richie was a little surprised to see Jill abruptly climb up on her knees and face the door. His cock throbbed painfully as he watched his whore take on all of these kids. He'd been taking little spoons of his special coke to help keep him on a razor's edge, and when Jill got up on her knees, he offered her two quick snorts, then let her drink from the tequila bottle. Jill closed her eyes in reverie as Ted slid his body under hers. His 8 inches were almost purple from arousal and stood straight up from his groin. Jill got up on her feet and squatted over Ted's dick. Reaching behind her back, she grabbed it at the base and lowered her pussy to the head, then began to ride his dick with abandon. Reaching forward, Ted pulled open her butt cheeks then worked two fingers into Jill's juicy butt. He fingered her hard, adding a third then a fourth finger, as she rocked up and down on his dick. She was completely gone now, in a place somewhere far away, as she felt her horny holes being filled up, her lust reaching new heights with each stroke, and her low, keening moan reflected a demented passion. Thus, she failed to hear the insistent, demanding knock on the bedroom door. As the 11 o'clock hour began to pass, Ken had finally noticed that his wife was missing, and hadn't been seen in a while. He hadn't thought much about it; she wasn't really an outdoors type, so he had thought she was just chatting with some of the women in the house, or chaperoning the growing number of kids who were passing through the grounds. As 11:30 passed, however, with no sign of Jill, and a crowd starting to gather around the bonfire, he began to look for her in earnest. Brad could see what was going on and twice guided his father away from the upstairs bedroom. But he had to pee, and while he was in the bathroom, Ken had wandered up the staircase, and as soon as he neared the second floor, he knew what was going on. The pungent smell of weed, cigarette and cigar smoke, and the sounds of revelry greeted him as he strode down the hall. How could she? Ken had been helpless to stop his wife's running around, to stop her drug and alcohol abuse. But this was too much! In his home, on his bed, his wife was entertaining her friends, smoking, drinking and screwing, leaving him to ring in the Millennium and tend the party alone. He walked sternly to the door and began to knock. At first, there was no answer as the party raged behind the door. He knocked louder and called Jill's name in a shrill, threatening voice. He intended to throw out the rabble invading his bedroom, and his wife along with them. Richie ignored the knocking at first, but it quickly irritated him. He strode forcefully to where his leather pants hung on a chair, bringing into view for the first time the sheath hanging off his belt. Richie angrily pulled the knife out and walked to the door. It wasn't a big blade, maybe 4 inches long, but it was broad with lethal grooves down the length, and it was razor-sharp. Richie threw the door open wide, giving Ken a good look at his wife, still riding Ted's cock on the bed. Ken could see everything: Ted's cock disappearing up Jill's wet, red hole, and the balls dangling below, and the drugs, cigarettes and booze on the dresser. But his attention was quickly diverted to the knife in front of his face. "OK, little man, here's the deal," Richie snarled, getting right in Ken's face. "You go back outside and you tend to your little party, and we'll stay in here and have our own party with your wife. And if you bother us again, I'll cut your nuts off... what there are of them. Capiche?" Then he slammed the door in Ken's startled face. He stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and walked angrily away. He thought about calling the police, but he knew there would be too many damning questions for that. And, besides, at a quarter to midnight on New Year's Eve at the end of the century, the police weren't going to have time for him. Brad met him at the bottom of the stairs, cringing at what he knew had happened. He hadn't heard the confrontation, but he knew what his mom was capable of in the bedroom, because he'd spied on her several times over the previous months, and he could imagine what his dad had seen. Brad could see, too, the look in Ken's eyes that told him he'd better keep an eye on his dad. "He threatened me," Ken whispered to his son. For the first time in many years, Ken embraced his son and started to weep. They had never been close – Brad, in fact, despised his dad for his weakness and distant personality – but he played the dutiful son in order to mollify Ken and maybe save his mom's life. Father and son stood there for a minute, then Ken swallowed his pride and went back to the party to get the fireworks ready. It was all Brad could do to suppress a grin at what the future held. Soon, he might just have his sexy mom all to himself, and then he would work on ways of breaking down her resistance to an incestuous relationship. But that was a matter for another day. Back upstairs, Richie felt an adrenaline rush from the confrontation. He felt exhilarated, and his hard-on throbbed with passion. He was high as he could be, flying on a wicked combination of coke, weed, sex and power. For Jill, the whole incident crashed upon her head like a grenade. She had been unaware that Ken was at the door until Richie had thrown it open to put her on display. She had been right on the edge of orgasm, and as soon as the door slammed shut, she lost it, squealing, gasping and groaning as the waves of pleasure swept over her body. Unbelievably, the feelings were heightened by the knowledge that she had been caught, by the waves of panic that battled with the euphoric effects of the powerful drugs she had ingested. As Jill swept over the orgasmic cliff, Ted grabbed her hips and pushed her forcefully up and down on his dick. With a groan, he arched his back, reared up his hips and exploded in a rusty cum load. He spewed gobs of cum up Jill's trembling, clenching cunt in three or four hard spasms. Richie didn't give her any time to recover. Midnight was fast approaching, just a few minutes away, and he knew just how he wanted to ring in the New Year. "OK, here's what we're gonna do, bitch," he said to Jill. "You're gonna come over here, kneel at my feet and suck my cock. You're gonna suck all of it, every inch, and when the clock strikes midnight, I'm gonna blow the back of your head off with my cum. They're gonna have fireworks outside; we're gonna have fireworks in here. Now get over here and suck me off!" Jill climbed gingerly off the bed and knelt in front of where Richie stood in the middle of the room. Cum ran down her thighs in thick streams as she walked over and knelt at his feet. She looked up at him with a look of reverence almost, as she took his cock in her hands and rubbed it all over her face. Smiling, he took out his vial and gave Jill two quick spoonfuls of his special sauce, then grabbed the back of her head and pushed the head of his cock past her lips. Jill opened her mouth wide and slowly worked the head all the way past her lips. Instead of slowing down to give her mouth and throat time to adjust to his size, Richie just kept pushing his iron rod into Jill's mouth. Jill started to squirm and squeal mutely as he kept his hand planted on the back of her head and forced her ever downward on his cock. When he felt her lips on the fist holding his cock, he stopped, but quickly began a quick, rhythmic pumping with his cock buried in her throat. Jill's motions were getting more and more frantic as he kept his cock embedded in her mouth, choking off air from her throat and forcing her to breathe heavily through her nose. Just when she thought she would pass out, Richie hauled his meat all the way out of her mouth, making a popping sound as he pulled it past her lips. "Gwad," Jill exhaled as she gasped for breath. But Richie only allowed her about three of four quick breaths before he pushed the head back into her mouth, and this time he rammed it in steadily as Jill fought to maintain consciousness. "I told you, you're gonna take it, bitch," he growled as he pushed the shaft deeper into Jill's throat. "Brent, give her something to take her mind off my cock." Brent was ready. He still hadn't cum for his second round, and he could see what he wanted, as Jill's perfect, heart-shaped ass waved at him, and the hole in the middle winked at him as she struggled to accommodate Richie's cock in her throat. Grabbing her hips, he pressed his cock to the open hole, which still had plenty of cum accumulated around it, and pushed all the way in without warning. Jill howled around Richie's cock as she felt the twin invasion to the core of her soul. Both men pumped their cocks forcefully. As promised, Richie didn't stop filling Jill's mouth until his coarse pubic hairs ground into her nose. Jill just closed her eyes and felt the orgiastic waves crash around her as she sucked on the impossibly long, fat cock in her throat, and her rectal muscles clenched and closed around Brent's cock in her ass. Richie kept one hand or the other – or both – firmly on the back of Jill's head as he pumped his cock in her throat, an inch at a time. He pumped like that until Jill was almost at the point of passing out, then he wrenched his cock from her mouth again. "Agahh!" Jill gasped as Richie rubbed his cock all over her face, covering her with the combination of pre-cum and saliva. Jill took in great gulps of air as she grabbed his cock, and licked, kissed and rubbed her hands feverishly all over Richie's wonderful cock. She licked her way down, past the base, to the fat, low-hanging balls. She scooped them into her hands and fed them to her mouth. She sucked one, then the other, then both into her voracious mouth. Brent continued to pound steadily, forcefully in her ass, and she felt another queen orgasm about to rip as the midnight hour approached. The clock read 11:55, as Richie looked down at Jill, who gazed up at him in awe. "Feed yourself," he whispered, and Jill complied, taking his cock in hand and covering the bulbous head with her lips. She fed his meat deeper and deeper into her throat, mindless now of any gag reflex. Her throat was already open and waiting, as she pushed every inch of him into her mouth. Outside, the sounds of fireworks shooting off could be heard, and the noise level in the room rose as the minutes ticked away. Richie began to slowly, steadily pump his cock back and forth in Jill's mouth. As Brent neared his nut strokes, he too began to quicken his pace, and together they pounded the brunette's clutching, feverish holes. Again, Richie kept Jill's mouth fully on his cock even when she began to run out of air. Her eyes watered, snot flew from her nose and foamy spittle formed around her lips and dribbled down her chin. She was getting giddy from the sensations, from the lack of air, the approaching orgasm that was hurtling its way through her spine, and from the drugs and liquor that swirled through her brain. Richie and Brent was huffing and puffing as well, pouring out a stream of obscene gibberish as they pumped faster and faster. Suddenly, a cacophony of sound could be heard from outside, and from in the room, as the clock struck midnight. One of the champagne bottles was uncorked and passed around the room, and as the radio broke into U2's "New Year's Day," the trio on the floor reached the firing zone. Jill's head was spinning, and she was starting to hyperventilate, when she felt Brent pump deep three final times then cum deep in her ass. He sent five or six hard cum shots into her as he gripped her hips tightly. Jill could feel her orgasm sweep through her as soon as Brent started cumming, and it exploded like fireworks in her brain, even as Richie gripped the back of her head even tighter. Then he threw his head back, stuck out his chest and spent himself deep in Jill's mouth. He fired nearly a dozen rockets of thick, white cum straight into Jill's stomach. She swallowed on pure instinct, purely for survival, as she drew as much air through her coked-up nostrils as she could get. Only a fine spray of cummy spittle flew from her mouth as her throat milked Richie as if his cum was the bread of life. Jill just thrashed and trembled at Richie's feet as her orgasm rocked her. As Richie pulled back, he grabbed one of the champagne bottles, shook it a couple of times, then aimed the spewing liquid all over Jill. He poured some over her head, so it dripped down her face, then he shook it again and poured some all over her tits, then he tilted the bottle to her mouth and made her guzzle it until she could drink no more. Then he emptied the bottle over her back. Brent fell back, pulling his wilting cock from Jill's ass, leaving behind another stream of cum to ooze out her ass and down past her pussy. George had sat quietly in a corner for most of the previous hour, except when he had been getting a beer or taking a toke, slowly fisting his cock to nuclear proportion as he watched his best friend's mother being treated as nothing but a sperm receptacle for these men. Brad had told him what she was really like, but he had never imagined that she was like this. Although he felt some pity for her, the thought of Jill in action like this turned him on completely, and he had resolved to have her last this round, after everyone else had filled her with their cum. As soon as Brent was out, George assumed the position. Jill's pussy was thick with cum that had poured from her ass, and George sank his dick in her cunt to the hilt in one slick motion. He humped hard for a full five minutes, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming soon. Through her creeping exhaustion, Jill willed him on, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts, until they were fucking furiously. A foam of cum oozed from around George's cock and out Jill's lips, and the sight of that was too much. With a gasp, George sped up his motion and shot a thick load of cum into Jill's already flooded pussy. With nowhere for the cum to go, it simply spilled out her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. Madness Ch. 02 Jill was still shivering with lust as George stepped back. She lay face down on the floor, her chest heaving, her lidded eyes still wanton. A couple of joints were being passed around, and she finally sat up to take a couple of tokes, then she drank one of the last beers in the box. Then Richie stepped up with the mirror and offered her two lines of the commercial stuff, just to keep her buzzed in preparation for the final act in this psychodrama. After finishing a cigarette, Jill rolled over on her back and put her arm over her eyes to collect herself. Her life was fucked, she knew, but it was too late to do anything about it now, so it was best to enjoy the moment and deal with Ken tomorrow. Even as she lost herself in a drug and alcohol induced reverie, Jill felt her legs being opened and a hand started feeling around in her swampy pussy. It was Larry on his knees with a renewed hard-on, ready to fuck her again. Richie was slightly annoyed that these kids wanted yet another round with his whore, but he was still feeling magnanimous, so he made a deal. "All right guys, you can have one more crack at her," Richie addressed Brad's friends. "Big guy – what's your name? – ah, Larry. You fuck her, the rest of you grab a piece wherever and when you're ready to cum, I want you to give this whore a cum shower. Then, me and the lady have some private business to conduct that don't include you. Got it?" They all nodded their heads and gathered around Jill's prone body. The most recent round of lines was starting to kick in, and she could feel her pussy tingling the way it always did when she was high on coke. Larry took up his position between Jill's legs and pushed his veiny cock past her sloppy cunt lips and thrust it in to the hilt. Jill decided to let him do most of the work this time, while she concentrated on the three cocks that surrounded her. She got up on her elbows, grabbed George with her left hand and drew him to her mouth. He was still a little soft, but that didn't last long, as her expert sucking soon got him back up to full roar. Pat pressed his fat meat into Jill's right hand, while Mike just knelt and slowly masturbated watching this sexy slut perform. For 10 long minutes, the foursome pumped and squeezed their cocks in and around Jill's body. She took George out of her mouth and pulled Mike to her. She licked and sucked up and down the underside of his dick then pushed his spear into her mouth. She sucked him some, then worked the head of Pat's dong past her lips then sucked on just the head, with a deep suctioning sound, hollowing her cheeks as she did. Pat kept his hand firmly around his dick, working the skin up and down as Jill lashed the head of his dick with her tongue. She made the rounds one more time, stroking the cocks she wasn't sucking fiercely, while Larry kept a steady, throbbing pace in her pussy. Jill was gasping and humming as yet another orgasm swiftly built in her cunt. Round and round, her head was spinning from the sensations, and she began fucking Larry back, now that her arousal had been sparked once again. Richie was starting to get impatient when Larry finally pulled himself on his knees, and began to hump in earnest, driving his cock with long, even strokes deep into Jill's womb. Pulling Mike's cock out of her mouth and releasing her hold on the other two cocks, she looked up at the group with lust-filled eyes, her arms and legs spread in an open invitation, and her head thrown back. "Cum on me," Jill whispered. "I want you to cover me in cum." And they accommodated her, fisting their cocks furiously while Larry continued to pound her pussy. With gasps and roars, the trio at Julie's head began to cum. George, on her right, shot his cum in a diagonal pattern from her forehead, across her right eye, over her lips and jaw. Mike, on her left, shot a huge, wet cum shot in an equally diagonal pattern across her left cheek, her lips, down her chin and across her right breast. Pat crawled to Jill's right side and planted his wet load across her tits and her stomach, and finally, Larry wrenched his cock from her pussy and shot his large load on her stomach and over her abdomen, spewing the last few drops onto her saturated pubic mound. The feeling of cum raining on her body from every direction was a catalyst for Jill to spill over in orgasm, her fourth strong climax of the night. It wasn't as hard or pronounced as the others, but she still shook and shivered as it swept her body. As it passed, she lay on the floor in an orgasmic daze, with exhaustion creeping into her bones. Finally, the four younger men stood up, backed away and began to search for their clothes. When they had dressed, they thanked Richie for the party, and saluted Jill, who still lay on the floor, lost in her orgiastic world. When Brad's friends were gone, and the door relocked behind them, Richie turned to Jill and looked at her with renewed fire. "Up on the bed, bitch!" he ordered. "It's time for me to show you what true fucking is all about." Jill just shivered in lust and a touch of fear. Richie's comment prompted her to ask him what it was exactly that they'd been doing for most of the previous three hours. He just gave a low, wicked chuckle as she got up, cum dripping off her body onto the carpet, and lay on the bed. Richie told her to turn around so she was on her back with her head on a pillow at the foot of the bed. "I'll bet you've wondered why I never tried to fuck your sweet ass," Richie said. "I've been saving that for a special occasion. Well, I can't think of a more special occasion that the start of a new century, can you?" Jill looked at Richie with fear and awe. As much as she loved anal sex, she'd been afraid to take Richie's girth up her ass. She had once taken an incredible 11-inch cock belonging to a former basketball player up her ass. But that had been over a year ago, and she still recalled how sore she'd been for weeks afterward. She'd made up her mind then never to take such oversized cocks in her backside again. And Richie's qualified as such a cock in her mind. But the look in Richie's eyes told her not to argue with him, so she tried to will herself to relax. First, however, Richie had some more goodies for Jill's nose. He shoved two equally heaping spoons of his special stuff up each of her nostrils, then took two for himself. He gave her two more spoonfuls, then he gave Jill the nearly empty tequila bottle and told her to drain it. She sucked it down, and coughed from the kick of the powerful liquor and even more powerful cocaine. As a warm feeling once more spread down her spine to her crotch, Jill pushed aside the confusing thoughts competing for space in her brain and concentrated on pleasure. Richie set the mood by turning off the overhead light and firing up all of the candles Jill had scattered about the room. The room glowed with a soft sensuous light, giving the room a completely different feel from when the room had been filled with men and noise. Brent and Ted each sat on a chair watching avidly, both licking their lips like hungry wolves. They'd each seen Richie do a whore like he was about to do Jill and it was something well worth watching. Richie started slow, climbing on the bed and bending over to kiss Jill on her lips. It was a surprisingly soft kiss, almost loving, and she felt herself melting with it. Slowly, she relaxed as Richie began to subtly rub between her widespread legs. He traced circles around her flooded pussy, her bloated clit and her swampy asshole. Cum still pooled at the entrance of each hole, giving Richie plenty of lubricant to work with. He started playing more forcefully with Jill's asshole, rimming the open hole with his fingers. Soon he was plunging two of his large fingers back and forth in her ass, and Jill couldn't prevent a low moan from escaping her lips. Her body was starting to hum, and she could feel the fire building in her loins. Richie took a good dollop of cum from Jill's crotch and smeared it all over his dick, which was throbbing again with lust, anticipating what he was about to do. Jill lay back with her eyes closed, riding a cresting wave of lust. Suddenly, she felt a huge ball pressing against the widespread opening to her ass. Richie got on his knees and slowly, but firmly, pressed his cock to the open hole and began to push. Jill gave a sharp shriek when the head of his cock plopped past her sphincter and into her ass. Fighting the urge to tense up, she panted quickly several times to give herself the opportunity to adjust to his size. When he felt like Jill was ready, Richie slowly flexed his hips forward and began to ease his cock deeper into her ass. Jill felt like she was being impaled on a log, but the pain was abating and she was starting to really get into his cock filling her rectum. Also, the coke was hitting her hard this time, and she was getting wildly horny, more so than before. "Ooooh, I like it," she cooed. "You are my sugar daddy. Fuck my ass and make me cum." "Oh, I'm gonna make you cum, all right," Richie said as he slowly fucked his cock up Jill's ass. "I'm gonna make you cum so much, you won't know where you are. By the time I'm ready to cum, you won't even know your own name. I'm gonna take my time with this. I've waited a long time to fuck your sweet ass, and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it." By the time he finished taunting her, Richie's cock was embedded completely in Jill's ass. She groaned heavily and repeatedly as Richie kept his cock perfectly still, feeling her rectal muscles twitch and grip his cock. Taking the tube of jelly from the bedside table, he squeezed a large quantity on his hands and rubbed it over the point where they were joined. From somewhere, Jill recalled a horror book she'd read recently, a Dracula story, where the evil count had chained a young man spread-eagle over a sharpened stake. Dracula had slowly had the stake pushed up the man's rectum and through his body, finally coming out blunt and bloody from his lifeless mouth. That's about how Jill felt as Richie's monster cock split her ass and poked into her bowels. Her anal ring was stretched tight around his fat shaft as her muscles gripped and squeezed his cock. Slowly, Richie began to pull his hips back, then pushed back in, drawing his cock a little way out each time, and soon he had established a slow pumping rhythm. Richie cupped Jill's ass as he worked her slowly on his cock, then he slid his hands up her back and picked her up until her butt was resting on his thighs. Jill pulled her feet under her onto the bed, to give her some leverage. In this position, she could control the speed and power of his thrusts, and she rocked and writhed sinuously on his oily cock. Richie looked up at Jill with a piercing gaze, then he looked down at her splayed pussy, which still oozed thick cum. He marveled at her obscenely bloated clit, which throbbed red and wet. "Play with yourself," he whispered. "Play with yourself and make yourself cum." Jill groaned and brought her hands to her flooded pussy. She ran her fingers through her pussy lips then strummed her clit hard. She worked her pussy briskly, passionately, as fiery lust, the likes of which she hadn't experienced in quite a while, began to mount to a burning pitch. When Richie added his hands to the cauldron of her cunt, it sent her tumbling to an orgasm. She closed her eyes and shivered as the lustful waves cascaded through her body. Instead of abating, however, the sensations just kept mounting, and with a growl, she picked herself up so she was on her knees and pushed Richie to his back. An animal lust descended on Jill as she rode Richie's cock in her ass. Obscene gibberish spewed from her mouth as she rocked and swayed on Richie's magnificent cock, screwing her ass up and down on the fat dong. Whatever reservations she'd had about taking Richie's cock in her ass were long gone; he moved easily up her ass now, and he thrust his hips upward to meet Jill's frenzied downward plunges. Brent and Ted sat in their chairs fisting their rock-hard cocks. The display going on in front of them had spurred them back to life in no time. In fact, they were maybe harder then they'd been all night. Richie motioned for his friends to join him on the bed. They pressed themselves to Jill's hot body and ran their hands all over it. Jill groaned languidly as the hands roamed her sweaty body, paying particular attention to her painfully hard nipples. She leaned back against the men, and let them pull her feet from under her. They pulled her legs up in the air, until the only thing connecting her to Richie was his cock embedded in her ass. On cue, Brent and Ted each took a leg and swiveled Jill around on Richie's cock until she was facing the door, with her back to Richie. Propping her feet back onto the bed, Jill resumed riding Richie's cock, with her legs spread. At that moment, Brent and Ted began to attack her pussy. At first they used their fingers to pull her pussy open, to fuck her and to assault her clit. Then they took turns sucking and licking her pussy, eating her out until she was clean of all the cum that had been shot in and around her pussy. When they had each taken a big load of cum out of Jill's cunt, they each pulled up and kissed her deeply, giving her a liberal taste of the slime. The smell, taste and feel of their twin attack sent her hurtling into another orgasm. Jill could feel her sanity slipping away as the orgasm rocked her, sweeping through her in great rushing waves. She was an automaton, and she just kept pounding her ass on Richie's cock, which showed no sign of reaching orgasm any time soon. Standing up on the bed, Brent and Ted pressed their rampant cocks to Jill's face and she didn't hesitate. She grabbed both cocks in her hands and brought them to her mouth. She brought Brent's cock, on her left, to her lips first, and sucked it deep in her throat like a madwoman, furiously fisting the hard rod into her mouth and down her throat. Then she turned to Ted and inhaled his boner in one frenzied suck. Back and forth between the two cocks, she went, fisting and sucking wildly. At one point, she brought the heads of both cocks to her lips and pushed them both into her mouth. Jill gave a muffled squeal as she sucked on the heads. Then she pulled them out with a gasp. Ted's cock was ballistic as he quickly returned his cock to Jill's voracious mouth, while Brent backed away to wait his turn. Ted plunged his cock all the way to the hilt then grabbed the back of Jill's head and began to fuck her face furiously, and she sucked him with equal ferocity. Faster and faster, he pumped until he groaned and shot a gusher of cum down Jill's throat. Her throat was sore from sucking so many big cocks and swallowing so much cum, but she gamely milked Ted's cock dry with her lips, savoring his cum as it oozed onto her tongue. Ted staggered back and headed for the bathroom to take a shower; he was done. Brent still had a massive load boiling, though, and as soon as Ted was finished, he dropped to his knees and pushed his cock into Jill's pussy in one huge thrust. Jill's legs were screaming in pain from being in a squatting position for so long, but as soon as Brent's cock scudded up her cunt, she forgot about her pain and focused on the two cocks that were giving her exquisite pleasure. Richie reached up and gripped Jill's tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples hard. Jill gasped and moaned as she felt the sensations race from her tits to her brain. Every nerve was a live wire as she bucked and writhed between the two men. Richie just lay back and let Jill do the work, occasionally thrusting up with his hips, but generally relaxing, in order to draw this out as long as possible. Brent, however, was in as much of a frenzy as Jill, and he was nearing the firing strokes. He pushed his cock steadily back and forth in Jill's cunt, clearly feeling Richie's cock between the membrane that separates cunt from ass. Richie's size in Jill's ass actually made her pussy tighter than it would have normally been after the kind of abuse it had taken this night, and she was able to grip his cock to increase the friction. That was all it took for Brent to surrender his load. With a gasp, he thrust four exceptionally hard, fast strokes then shot rockets of cum deep in Julie's womb. The feeling of cum splashing deep in her body, and bathing her swollen pussy walls sent Jill again into orgasm, a sharp spiking of sensations that swirled around her head. She gasped for air as the orgasm rocked her. Again, her orgasm never really subsided, but just kept building. Finally, she fell back against Richie's chest, still spasming in orgasm, but no longer able to maintain the riding position. Sweat poured from Jill's body as she laid back, her ass still full of Richie's monster cock. Richie could feel his cum starting to churn in his nuts, and he decided it was time to show his whore some serious fucking. Picking her up, he hauled Jill off his cock completely and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Jill whimpered at the sudden void in her ass, and she begged him to put it back in and make her keep cumming. For just a moment, Richie gazed in wonder at Jill's impossibly open asshole. It gaped wide the size of a silver dollar, giving him a clear view of her slimy insides, gleaming wetly with Brent's cum, which had flowed out her pussy to coat her ass. Then he fisted his cock and plunged it back into her ass, in one screaming plunge. "Ahhhhhh, yeah, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard!" Jill wailed, not caring how loud she was. Even now, though, Richie was in no hurry. Once he was back in all the way, he fucked Jill's ass steadily, purposefully. Sometimes he'd stop and just let Jill hump back on his dick, which she was doing with great vigor. Almost from the moment he'd plunged back in, Jill was cumming, and cumming hard, in successive waves of orgasm, as her fingers whirled over her clit. Her mind was completely gone with lust; nothing in the world mattered but her ass and Richie's cock. One hard orgasm spilled into another and another. Richie just kept pounding until Jill's ass started to go numb. He'd been fucking her ass for a solid hour, and the longer he went, the number Jill got, until she couldn't feel anything but Richie's cock. Richie was finally feeling exhaustion creeping up on him as he fucked Jill's ass with strong strokes. He hadn't quite cut loose, but he was getting close. Pushing Jill down until her face and upper chest were mashed on the bed, he grabbed her hips and began to truly fuck with abandon. Through her orgasmic haze, Jill felt Richie pick up speed in her ass, and that triggered yet another strong orgasm, which built immediately into another throbbing, writhing climax that seemed to go on and on. Jill was incoherent and babbling as Richie pounded harder and harder, and she finally buried her head in her pillow and screamed out her climax. Richie's cock was ballooning bigger than he'd ever seen it as he forcefully fucked Jill's aching ass. He pushed and pulled himself back and forth until he finally passed the point of no return. "C'mon, bitch, here it comes," he said through clenched teeth. Then he gasped as an express train of explosive cum roared out the end of his dick and splashed deep in Jill's rectum. He fired at least a dozen hard bolts of wet cum up her ass, and at the first explosion of cum, Jill felt an even bigger orgasm seemingly rip her in two. It rocked her from head to toe, sending her into convulsions of lust. Richie kept firing little bolts of cum as he pounded his still-hard cock in her ass. Jill's mind was completely blown from the powerful orgasm she was experiencing. It seemed to never stop, and she was clutching the bed, crying in great, gut-wrenching sobs, moaning and squealing. Richie finally fell forward onto Jill's back, then pulled them over to their left side, still pumping his cock in her ass. Incredibly, his cock wouldn't go soft, but kept pumping, and with a snarl, Richie pumped hard for several more minutes and somehow produced another cumshot, although there wasn't much semen in this load. All the while, Jill kept pounding her pussy with her hands, ripping and clutching at the red, swollen flesh as she built to still another, more powerful orgasm. Madness Ch. 02 Then Richie jerked his cock from Jill's ass, rolled her onto her back and rubbed his dirty cock all over her lips. Despite being unable to think rationally, Jill instinctively opened her mouth and cleaned his stinking, slimy dick with her mouth and tongue, taking about half of his cock in her mouth to make sure he was all clean. The taste, smell and feel of Richie's cock at her face – and the feeling of emptiness in her ass from the removal of Richie's cock – sent her screaming off the cliff one final time in an terrific orgasm. Tidal waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she jerked and trembled non-stop. Brent and Ted were already showered and dressed as Richie padded naked to the shower. The clock read 1:40, and Richie gave himself a high-five as he retreated to the bathroom. He'd fucked his whore – HIS whore – in the ass for over a solid hour, leaving her sphincter gaping wide and pouring cum, and her mind so completely shattered that she really didn't know where she was. After a shower, Richie dressed and turned to leave. He decided to leave Jill's cash on the table; she'd earned a free stash for her work tonight. Anyway, he figured she'd probably need the money to find someplace else to live after her husband threw her out, he thought with no small amount of glee. He looked down at Jill one last time, and nodded in satisfaction. He'd wrecked his whore good, he thought. She was covered in a slimy combination of sweat and cum, from her soaking wet hair to her ankles. The sheets she was lying on were saturated with cum and sweat, as was the pillow where her head lay, and cum still oozed from her pussy and her ass. Yes, they'd done good work tonight, he thought. Then he and his friends left the room, laughing and joking all the way out the door to Richie's car. From outside, Ken and Brad heard the car start up. They'd sat outside with the bonfire drinking beer and talking. Ken had decided his marriage was over – it had been over in reality for some time – but he wasn't sure if he would move out or if he'd throw Jill out. What bothered him the most wasn't just that she was cheating on him so flagrantly, or even so much that she'd done so this night and in such an outrageous, public manner. It wasn't even the drugs, although he was certainly concerned about that. No, what had chilled Ken to the bone were Jill's eyes when the door had been flung open. In the two or three seconds of action he'd seen of her before Richie got in his face, she'd opened her eyes and looked right at him – or, rather, had looked right through him – and he'd seen a void, a deadness that told him his wife was mentally gone. And she hadn't so much as missed a beat fucking whomever it was she'd been fucking at the time. With the fire down to its dying embers, they walked back to the house. Brad fiddled around downstairs while Ken went to look in on Jill, and perhaps initiate her departure from his house and his life. But he found her curled on the bed naked, apparently passed out. He looked around the bedroom – his bedroom – with anger and disgust. Cigarette and cigar butts, and marijuana roaches filled several ashtrays to overflowing. Beer cans and empty liquor bottles were strewn everywhere, and the room smelled like... well, it smelled foul. With a snort of disgust, he turned on his heel and shut the door behind him; he'd sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, while she slept it off on the filthy bed, then he'd pack his bags and get away for the day. He needed to think rationally, hire a lawyer and figure out what steps to take that would get him out of his marriage and away from the crazy woman he'd married. If he'd taken a closer look, he'd have seen that Jill was not, in fact, passed out. Her eyes were closed and she was motionless, but she wasn't passed out. Her last orgasm, which had seemed to never stop, had inexorably turned into something troublesome. Her mind was a spinning vortex of cascading sensations that seemed to spin ever faster, and she couldn't make it stop. Soon the room was spinning along with it, and that's when she lost it. The combination of the powerful cocaine, the strong weed and the alcohol – especially the alcohol – had combined to produce a noxious potion in her body. She'd consumed a ton of coke, smoked a bunch of weed, and had drunk the better part of a fifth of tequila, several beers and several large swallows of cheap champagne. And that's not to mention all the semen she'd consumed. It all exploded in her stomach, and with a croak, she vomited all over the pillow. She managed to pull her head back from the smelly, wet stuff, so it didn't drown her, but otherwise she lay comatose as she puked her guts out. That was humiliating enough, but worse followed. Unable to move, she could only lie helplessly as her bladder emptied and she peed all over herself and the bed. When she was finished, the enormity of everything that had happened and the shame of her present predicament fell on her head and she began to cry. She had been used and abused by seven men in her own home, in her own bed. Her husband had found out what she'd been doing and so, undoubtedly, had his friends. Four of the men had been her son's friends, including two she'd known for years, and she'd taken them on without a moment's thought. Her transformation was absolutely complete; she was a whore, a slut, totally without scruples or conscience, and the thought terrified her in her coke-induced trauma. She could see her future yawning in front of her, and it was pretty bleak indeed. How did she get into this, she thought, and how would she get out of it? Jill didn't just cry soft, ladylike tears; she cried in great heaving sobs as she contemplated the shambles of her life. She cried long and she cried hard, so hard that her emotions – still fueled by the cocaine high – dissolved into something of a psychosis. She cried until she had no tears left, but by then she was catatonic, curled motionless in a fetal position, shivering with fear, and from the gathering cold of the room and the wet sheets. Her eyes were open, but unseeing, giving the so-called 1,000-yard stare of the truly traumatized. It was in this condition that Brad found her after he'd put his father to bed and smoked a bedtime joint. He'd had visions of climbing in bed with his mother and finally getting himself a piece of what everybody else had had earlier, but when he saw Jill's condition, that notion faded. Unlike Ken, who had no more use for her, Brad did see a future for himself with his mother, so he managed to bring Jill around enough to get her into the bath, to clean her up. While she lay in the tub, still staring at nothing, Brad pulled the sheets off the bed. He thought about replacing them, but decided the bed needed to air out, so when he had finally gotten Jill cleaned somewhat, he pulled her up from the tub, got her dried off and dragged her stumbling to Elaine's bedroom. His sister had slipped off immediately after midnight, telling Ken she was spending the night with a friend, but really going off to screw her boyfriend, so her bed was empty and clean. When Brad had Jill safely tucked in, he reluctantly went to bed in his own room. He used his imagination about what had happened to his mom to fuel a quick, raging stroke session, then fell asleep with a contented smile on his face. With his father soon to be out of the way, he'd have Jill all to himself, and he'd run her life the right way, the way his father should have, but was too much of a wimp to do. He could see visions of Jill fucking half of the SMU campus for money, raking in big bucks, with him taking a generous share of the profits. Yes, indeed, it had been a tumultuous, but ultimately fruitful night as he fell asleep. Jill finally dropped off into a fitful sleep, a sleep interrupted by shadowy nightmares. She saw herself lying in a hospital bed, with tubes coming out of her body everywhere. Subtly, the picture evolved, and she saw herself lying on a cold metal table in a morgue somewhere. She awoke screaming from that nightmare, then looked around wildly to see sunlight pouring through the bedroom windows. It took her a few seconds to get her bearings, then she slowly pulled herself out of bed. It was almost 2 p.m. on New Year's Day, as Jill stumbled to her feet. She was naked in Elaine's bed, but she could see where a towel had probably been wrapped around her body. Fuck it, she thought hazily, as she walked naked back to her bedroom. She shook her head forlornly as she looked over the wreckage, then she noticed many of Ken's belongings were gone, several of his suits, his toiletries, some personal items. It told her that her husband had packed a bag and left. Jill just shrugged her shoulders and began to sing softly, "Que, sera, sera, whatever will be, will be." With a soft tear falling down her cheek, Jill Barnes took a deep breath and headed for the shower. The future would play itself out the way it was meant to be, she knew, and all she could do was to hang on and hope for the best. (bold)Epilogue (unbold)Ken was gone for three days, which Jill spent getting high and resting up from her ordeal. When he returned, he had in hand divorce papers and a court order for her to vacate the premises immediately. She had packed her things, with Brad's help, then her son helped his mother move into his small one-bedroom apartment off campus. Before Brad went back to college for the spring semester, the first thing he did was fuck his mom, the way he'd always wanted to. He didn't give her any choice, either she fucked him or he would put her out on the street, without any place to stay, so she had acquiesced. Then when he went back to college, he began to serve as her pimp, whoring her out first to his friends for cash and drugs, then putting her on the street to help make them a living. It went on like that for another year and a half, during which time she was busted twice on prostitution charges. Jill had thought her life couldn't get any lower than that, but in June of 2001, she found out the hard way that it could. One night, she picked up the wrong customer, who took her way out in the Piney Woods of east Texas, raped her repeatedly over a period of a week, forcing her to do some truly outrageous things, such as making her walk nearly naked through a truck stop then letting all of the truckers have her, and taking her down to skid row and making her fuck a pair of winos. Then he beat her up and tossed her down a remote ravine, leaving her for dead. Somehow, Jill didn't die, but regained consciousness after almost two days. By sheer willpower, she had managed to stagger – naked and with only a few drops of rainwater to drink and nothing to eat – some 10 miles over two days until she stumbled into a campsite, where a man and his son were spending a weekend outing. She collapsed almost the moment she got into the camp. The man managed to call 911, and they had rushed her to the nearest hospital. Jill was unconscious for a week, then spent two months hospitalized recovering from her injuries. That was what finally got her off drugs. She spent six months in a rehabilitation clinic, during which time police found her assailant. She testified at his trial and was gratified to see him convicted and put away for life. As for her son, she cut off all contact with him – and the rest of her family had cut off contact with both of them. Brad had tried to apologize for his role in her downfall, but Jill wouldn't hear of it. Because of her injuries – she'd spent a week walking around on a shattered ankle during her ordeal – she was left virtually crippled. So she moved to a quiet cottage in a small town in the mountains of Colorado, where no one knew her, and she could try to rebuild what was left of her life. She got a part-time job at a crafts store, and that, along with disability, gave her enough to live on. She is there today, relatively happy in her sobriety and celibacy, but mournful that she sacrificed her family, her self-esteem and nearly her life, for the fleeting euphoria of drugs and anonymous sex. She'd had a wild ride, but in the final analysis, she had paid an awful price for her madness.