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Jill Ch. 01

By: caprine



Fishing Trip

[This is a work of fiction. All events and characters are ficticious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

Friday dawned overcast and with a deluge of rain that had the appearance of an all day affair. Damn! I wanted to go fishing this weekend. I know, not your usual past time for a twenty-eight year old professional woman living in a large city, but I grew up as an only child with a doting father who was an avid outdoors man. My dad nurtured me to love the outdoors and all the activities that go with it, most of all, fishing. I adored my dad beyond reason and soaked up his teachings with abandon. I am currently unattached, romantically, so I like to go by myself "back to nature" on the weekends when I can. The weather did not bode well this time, but I decided to go anyway. Also, I had already arranged to leave work at noon. 

After a quick and simple lo-cal lunch in the apartment, I packed a camping bag, my fishing gear, basic food needs, several books I was currently trying to finish, and headed out of the city. If the rain did not stop over the week end, at least I would be able to catch up on my personal reading. Any and all office work was left behind and out of mind. The old home place is located in rolling countryside laced with second growth forest several hours up state. Both my parents were killed in a car crash eight years ago. I am still not fully over the death of dad, and maybe that is why I kept the secluded farm home place several miles off the main road and about ten miles from the nearest village. I also like the seclusion of the place for reasons that will be made more clear in a moment.

It was my hope to also get in some time in the sun (fat chance if the rain kept coming!). I guess you could call me a nudist as I like to run around without any clothes as much as possible. I really hate the chaffing, confines, and restrictions of clothes. But, my nudism is limited to my apartment in the city. However, out here in the country, I can go naked outside as well. Fishing naked from the banks of the sluggish little stream in the back wood lot with a good book while waiting for a bite on the hook, seemed a perfect setting.

Being the outdoors girl that I am, my body is very fit and athletic. The nudism has given me an all over, golden suntan with no hint of tan lines. On my five foot, six inch frame with 36 double D boobs, the tan looks darned good, if I do say so myself. The long, slender legs, firm thighs, shapely calves, and long narrow feet do nothing to detract from that image. My stomach and abs are very tight and toned with perfectly proportioned hips to compliment the picture. My strawberry blonde hair is cut short for easy maintenance for outdoor activities. My pussy is clean shaven with a generous pussy mound that begs to be touched. A very tight, nicely shaped butt completes the body map. I have a favorite picture of me, taken by a former lover. It is a bird's eye view, taken from the head end looking down my back while I am on my hands and knees, head on the floor. The picture starts at the base of my neck. I look like a giant dick! My back makes the shaft and my butt flares in perfect imitation of a cock head. My butt crack makes the start of the prick slit and hole. Some of my lover's cock cream strategically placed, completes the the picture. Absolutely stunning!

I picked up a weather forecast on the drive up. The weatherman promised clearing by noon on Saturday. More than one thing was now looking up. My nipples twitched with the news that I might get some naked sun time yet this weekend. Thinking about this prospect, I unconsciously began to rub those twitching nipples with my right hand. The nipples, of course, immediately jumped fully erect against my thin blouse. Erotic feelings began to spread through my boobs and then downward to meet some electrical sparks chumming upward from my pussy region. My hand then found its way between my legs and began to slowly rub up and down. I was attempting to get my hand down my skirt band when I was blasted out of my lustfull reverie by a shockingly loud and loooonng blast of an eighteen wheeler's air horn. In my erotic haze, I had drifted over the center line of the roadway and forced that big guy onto shoulder with his right side in order to avoid a head on collision with me! I thought, 'cool it, girl, you aren't ready for the pearly gates just yet. There will be plenty of time for fun and games after you get off the road.'

About half way to my destination, I suddenly realized the need to pee, an urge that became increasingly more insistent very rapidly. So, I pulled off at the next exit, which fortunately had a truck stop. I walked quickly into the restaurant and headed directly for the ladies' room. A trucker had given me a dirty wink on my way into the john, but I kept walking. I wasted no time entering a stall and getting cleared for action on the pot! Ahhhhh, relief at last! I wiped and, enjoying the sensation, began to lightly rub my cunt. Ahhhhhhh, not an orgasm, but more relief. However, as I wanted to get to the farm and out of my office clothes, I did not prolong my time in the john. I had left the apartment as quickly as I could and had not bothered to change. So, I was still in my lacy white blouse, knee length navy blue skirt, and thigh highs with garter belt (no panties, no bra--too tight and restrictive, remember?), and black, high heeled pumps. I exited the john and headed for the counter in the restaurant, hoping for a quick cup of coffee for a caffeine fix before hitting the road again. The truck driver that gave me that dirty wink a few moments earlier was sitting at a round table nearby with four other truckers. He whispered something to them and gave me another wink and a dirty grin. I thought, 'Shit, I don't have time for this.' I was just finishing my coffee when the trucker ambled over to pay his bill. 

I had not paid him much more than passing attention until now. He was not all that bad looking. He was not really good looking, but he wasn't really bad looking either. He was younger than the average trucker and had not yet developed that big belly most of them seem to acquire on truck stop food and a lifetime of sitting on their butts behind the wheel. 

He whispered to me from the corner of his mouth as he paid his tab, "I am on a tight schedule and have to put the pedal to the metal, but I really need a quickie blow job for some relief before the next long piece of driving. Follow me out to my truck if you're interested."

Well, I was not in that big a hurry to get where I was headed and he did look interesting. Also, I had never been up close to one of those big rigs before, let alone inside of one. I thought, 'What the hell, why not? I haven't had any man meat for a while, go for it girl.' So, I dropped two bucks on the counter to cover my coffee and went out the door after him. Wouldn't you know it, when we got to his truck, it was a Peterbuilt. You know the old saying, "Old truckers never die, they just get a new Peterbuilt," (one of the jokes on an e-mail list l saw last week). The outside of this one was so polished and shined up, I really did need sunglasses to look at it in the bright sunshine. He introduced himself as Dave and asked my name. "Jill," I said. We climbed up into an immaculate driving cabin, all clean and shining leather, plastic, and burl walnut wood grain. Ducking around the ubiquitous CB mike and cord hanging from their cab roof hook, he led me between the two chair seats into a huge "sleeper" at the back of the cab which had enough head room that people could stand upright and still have tons of overhead clearance left over. It looked like a small, city, efficiency apartment, it was so huge and it included a TV, a small fridge, a computer, and a decently wide bed! He flipped on a beautiful sounding stereo system, although I was not really turned on with the selection, something called, Convoy! Without any further ceremony, Dave dropped his pants and shorts and flopped back on the bed, his feet on the floor.

I just stood there, stunned. His cock was twitching, but not fully erect. It was also about eight inches long. His voice brought me out of my daze when he growled, "Well what are you waiting for. Don't just stand there, come and get it!" 

"Nice guy," I thought, "Doesn't beat around the bush, does he!"

Well, dickhead that he was, I could not back out now, so I walked over to him and grabbed hold of his dick with two hands and began to work on him. His cock began to swell and rise. His circumcised dick really jumped when I lowered my mouth on it and began to lick and suck on it like a demon. The deflated eight incher grew two more inches as it stiffened with my ministrations. I went up and down on him all the way to his pubic bone. 

With one hand, I grabbed his balls and massaged slowly while continuing to suck him. I ran my tongue around his cock head, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Then I grabbed his ball sack and began to lick and suck each ball in turn. He could not take any more after that and began spasming in orgasm with four large jets of cock cream. I swallowed it all and sucked him dry as I did not want to go back in the restaurant to clean up a mess if he splattered all over my face or clothes. 

His comment was, "God, that was good for me, was it for you? I have to get on the road now, Thanks" Left unsaid was, "Get out quick, bitch, so I can motor on down the road." 

As he climbed back into his shorts and pants, I climbed out of the truck, and as he roared away in a cloud of dust and diesel fumes, I thought, "Shit, another one of those 'wham, bam, thank you mam' types! I should have known better."

I walked back to my car and climbed in. From the small cooler, small because there is not much room in my little car, a Mazda Miatta. I grabbed a cold Mountain Dew to cleanse my mouth and throat and pulled onto the Interstate. The rest of the drive was tedious in the rain, but uneventful otherwise. I drove up the lane and parked in front of the house about four in the afternoon. I say house, but the original farmhouse had burned to the ground four years ago. I had it replaced with a charming new A-frame house/cabin. It was smaller much more cozy than that big old two story farm house and much more suited to my current needs and intermittent residency. The new cabin was well insulated and easy to heat with just the fireplace or, if it really got cold with the furnace. The large, loft sleeping space on the east end was my favorite spot in the whole cabin.

The first thing I wanted to do was to get out of my clothes and take a long, hot tub bath and soak. I turned on the tap over the tub and began to shed clothes. Once naked, I stood in front of the full length bathroom mirror and gazed at myself. That trucker may have gotten his rocks off, but I had not. My foreplay in the car, ending in a near head on was also cut short, so, I was still in strong need of sexual release and I was still hunting for the orgasm to produce that relief.

This time with conscious effort, I began to rub and massage my boobs with my left hand. First one and then the other. My boobs began to tingle with light electric like buzzes. The nipples erected and swelled some. I lowered the other hand to rub my pussy mound with gentle strokes. First one side of the slit and then the other, up-down, up-down on the soft and swelling nether lips. Color began to flood my puffy cunt folds. My clit started to telescope out. Moisture began to bubble out the slit, then a large trickle that became a small stream. My pussy was steaming! 

Then I put one finger in my slit and worked it up and down, stopping just under my clit. Then that middle finger reached up and began to diddle my clit from underneath until I screamed in pleasure---orgasm number one!

Slowly then, I worked my middle finger into my pussy slit, going deeper and deeper until I reached my cunt hole and pushed into that love tunnel. I began to rotate my finger as I worked it in and out. "OH, GOD, how good that feels," I screamed out loud. 

I found my G-Spot and with only a small amount more of tickling, I shuddered into orgasm number three with loud groans. Not ready to stop yet, I got two fingers in, then three, and finally four fingers were plunging and squishing away stretching my love tunnel and causing the heat to escalate once again by leaps and bounds! I began bucking and pushing against my fingers with a rhythm as ancient as time itself. At last, I did lose it completely and shuddered into ogasm number three. 

Pussy juice squirted out in a spray around my fingers, covering them and running down my thighs. I convulsed into several more orgasm for several minutes. Glancing at the tub gave me a real jolt out of my sexual haze. I spun the tap off just in time to prevent overfill and a real mess on the floor! After draining out just enough to compensate for my body, I climbed into the steaming water and bubble bath. AHHHhhhhhhhh!

I had the foresight to get my large, dusky brown dildo out of my vanity drawer a bit earlier in my bath preparations and after a thorough scrubbing of myself, I grabbed the ten inch dildo off the edge of the tub. The hot water had done wonders for me. Now it was time to lay back and relax (relax?) I began rubbing the dildo slowly up and down my pussy slit. I concentrated on my clit at the top of each stroke, rubbing and pushing the dildo into my clit with some vigor. With a final slippery slide to the middle, I stopped the dildo cock head at the entrance to my cunt.

Then, ever so sloooowwwly, I began to inch that dildo cock into my love canal. Inch forward, inch back, going forward a little more each time. While the dildo was going in, I used my other hand to vigorously caress my clit, pulling and stretching it until it hurt. I got the dildo cock in all the way, so far in, the end almost disappeared! That felt so good, I just stopped and laid back with a plastic pillow under my neck/head at the back of the tub. 

There I lay, with that ten inch dildo cock in my pussy, with no man attached for distractions, rubbing my boobs in slow circles, and absorbing the warmth of the water. Pure heaven. I lay that way for at least an hour. The water was starting to get pretty cool, so I decided it was time to finish and get out. I began to stroke that dildo cock in and out again. My pussy responded with that timeless motion again and I spasmed in another orgasm. The dildo came out slowly and I washed it off good. I finished cleaning myself up and stepped out onto the bath matt to begin drying myself off.

I flipped on the twin wall mounted air dryers and aimed them down in a V with me standing at the point of the V. That hot air felt marvelous as it blew over my naked body and crevices, especially my pussy. I finally had to step out of the warm air streams as my pussy was 'heating up' again and I was orgasmed out for the time being. Then I began using judicious amounts of bath powders and cologne and just a touch of neutral colored lip gloss. My hair needed combing and fixing, so that was next. Then I slipped into a pair of fur lined moccasin slippers and walked out into the living room. 

I put a match to the kindling in the fireplace (no gas logs here) and built up a cheery little fire that I kept going for the next several hours for the atmosphere rather than for the heat which was not really needed yet. I also flipped on the wall switch that would turn on the electric blanket on the bed in the loft. Nights get chilly and I sleep naked, of course.

I curled up in a big overstuffed chair and began to read one of the books I had brought along. Outside, the rain had not quite stopped yet and with the sun down, the air became quite chilly. Even naked as I was, in my chair beside my cheery little fire, I was quite warm and comfortable. I wasn't hungry, so I completely lost myself in my book, The Philosophical Origins of Religion, until I read the last page around three in the morning. I yawned, laid the book down and went to the ladder leading to the loft. After climbing up, I pulled back the bed covers, dropped my slippers and crawled in. The bed was toasty warm against my naked skin and very snugly. I slept straight through until the Cuckoo Clock downstairs chirped noon.

The new day had started warming up very nicely under a bright sun that had dried the wetness from the rain the day before. Although it was not the best time of day for fishing, I wanted to get out in that sun for a while. So, I first had a quick but hardy low cal, low carb brunch. During reading breaks the night before, I had prepared both this brunch and the picnic lunch to take along fishing. So, finished with brunch, I next grabbed my fishing gear and the picnic basket which contained the picnic lunch, sunglasses, some sun blocker lotion, another book, my rubber dickie (just in case), and a pair of large towels. Then I headed out the door barefoot in my sandals and into the bright and cheery day to hike across the pasture to the stream cut through the wood lot to the rear.

Not expecting much for fish at this time of day, I just propped up a bamboo pole and bobber (I had much more sophisticated gear when needed) and sat on my towel. I picked up my book, a biography of St. Thomas Aquinas and began reading at my bookmarked page. I was perfectly situated for tanning in an open, sunlit clearing in the wood lot with the sun shining right down into my little hide-a-way. 

I had been there about an hour and a half when I heard voices in the trees off to my left. Without much more warning than that, out of the woods on the other side of the clearing, popped two young studs, dressed in very short, cut off jeans and skimpy tank tops. When they spotted me, they stopped dead in their tracks, mouths agape and eyes bulging!. I made no move, just sat there looking at them waiting to see what would happen next.

One of them finally stammered out, "Oh, sorry, we had no idea anyone else was about, certainly not a naked beauty such as yourself!" 

Talk about a fast, ingratiating recovery! I replied, still making no move what so ever to cover myself, "You know you are on private property do you not?" 

The same stud answered, "Pretty sure we were, but we were chasing my dog. We were walking him around my uncle's property over yonder when the mutt took off after a rabbit. The stupid thing is still going. Probably in the next county by now." 

Funny how we were chatting along as nice as you please with them fully dressed (more or less) and me sitting there naked as a jay bird, as they say. Neither they nor I seemed concerned about it. I fleetingly thought of the old Allan Lunt Candid Camera show skit What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?

But before I could say anything else, the one doing all the talking asked, "Are you getting anything on the hook?" 

"Nary a nibble," I replied. 

"Well," he said, "I can get you a 'nibble'. Perhaps you would like to try a different 'pole'." 

Boy was he quick! He was not about to let this opportunity get away from him. There were times when my rubber dickie was the preferred choice, but at other times, like right now, a real dick or two was the tool of choice, so, I replied, "Well, since there are two poles to choose from, I am going to need a demonstration from both of you." 

With that, they both began to strip out of their clothes. Off came the tank tops first. Then they stepped out of their sandals. Talkative stud then dropped his jeans to reveal no underwear and a ten inch, uncut cock that was rapidly beginning to stand at attention, straight out, not up! Silent stud dropped his jeans and his jockey shorts to show off somewhat shorter, but much fatter dick which had been circumcised and which also was also beginning to rise to the occasion. Both were also starting to leak that clear, pre cum juice. It gleamed and shown in the sunlight. Not too excited, were they!


Jill Ch. 01



Chapter 1 -- Phone Call

I was at home, playing online chess when my phone started to ring. It was Jill. I felt blood rushing to my face. My heart was already galloping. I hadn't seen her more than three months. Back then she told me that we should stop dating and should just be friends. It was very hard for me, but there was nothing I could do.

"I need your help, George," she said.

Her voice was strange. As if she had problems breathing. And somehow tremulous. That frightened me.

"Jill, are you all right?" I asked.

"No, I am not. Sorry for disturbing you, but would you please come as soon as possible," she said and explained where she was.

I knew the street. Just two blocks away. I put on my shoes, and ran out.

The street looked deserted. A couple of second later, I saw her. Jill was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a tree trunk. She was wearing a simple dark green dress that was accentuating her slim figure and black high-heeled pumps with pointed toe. I drew closer. She managed a faint smile as she saw me. I noticed that her face was very pale, her blue eyes frightened and confused. There was moisture on her cheeks.

Still leaning on the tree, she bent her head down looking at her feet, as if ashamed of something.

"Jill, what happened?"

She hiccupped. Then I saw that her left leg was bent at the knee as if she was trying not to put much weight on it. The heel of her pump wasn't touching the ground. I couldn't help glancing at the delicate curve of her calf. As I got beside her, she reached out, took my hand and looked at me. The tears in her eyes were disturbing to me, the pain in them, even more. 

"Jill, did you hurt your ankle?" I asked.

"My ankle! No it's fine."

It really looked fine. The black stocking made it look more seductive than ever.

"I can't believe that such thing could happen to me. It was a big pick-up truck. I think the driver was drunk. I was about to cross the street when he nearly ran me over. I jumped aside but...the bumper caught me. He didn't even stop..."

With trembling hand, she touched cautiously her left thigh. Her hand jumped back as if she had laid it on burning embers. 

"I should call..." I started.

"I already called 911. They are coming. I just wanted you to be with me. That's why I called you. Sorry for..." Jill said.

"Let me help you sit down."

"At first it didn't hurt much. I felt just an unpleasant numbness. I was even able to put weight on it but after a couple of minutes..."

Supporting her back, I helped her sit down. She started to moan as I was doing that. Then I kneeled beside her and hugged her. Her perfume woke up pleasant memories. She snuggled against me as a frightened pet. Her fitful breathing was tickling my neck. Gradually, she calmed down a little. A dark blond lock of hair was hanging before her eyes. I brushed it away, then kissed her temple. She whimpered. 

Finally, the ambulance appeared. I moved aside as the paramedics brought a stretcher and placed it beside Jill.

"Her leg is hurt," I explained.

Jill pointed at her thigh and looked aside. Her chin was trembling. One of the paramedics pulled her dress up and revealed the source of pain. Her black stocking was laddered. Under it, her thigh looked bruised and slightly swollen. 

"Give me the splint!" the paramedic said to his colleague. 

Then he removed Jill's elegant pump, and tossed it casually aside. My eyes fixed on the delicate arch of her foot, then on the outlines of her toes, visible through the black stocking. I bent down and took the pump. The heat of her tootsie was still inside it. Pleasant leathery smell reached my nose. At the same time, the paramedics slipped the splint under Jill's leg. She shuddered and looked at me plaintively. 

"Could you help us placing her on the stretcher?" the paramedic asked. 

"Of course. What can I do?"

He told me what to do, and I moved behind Jill. Then I slid my hands under her armpits and easily lifted her 110 pound body. She moaned softly at the movement. I felt her muscles tense. At the same time, the paramedics cautiously elevated her legs and placed the stretcher under her. Jill tossed her head back. Her wet eyes fixed on me, staring at me. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head and remained silent.

I hopped into the ambulance without asking for permission. On the way to the hospital the paramedics gave her painkillers and took her blood pressure. I felt oppressively useless.

When we got there, the stretcher was taken out of the ambulance and wheeled down a long corridor, then into a spacious room. There was a nurse sitting in the corner. She looked bored and sleepy. 

"You can wait outside," the nurse said.

"I would like to be with her."

She glared at me and pointed at a plastic stool beside the door. I patted Jill's hand and paced to the stool. I sat down, and then realized that I am too nervous to sit and stood up again. The nurse's mouth twisted into a wry smile.

"Where is the doctor?' I asked impatiently. 

"Don't worry, George! I'm better now," Jill chirruped.

The briskness in her voice seemed false. I sat down again, and tried to wait patiently. The time stretched like a rubber. 

The doctor came in just as I was about to stand up again. He was in his sixties, short and plump, with ruddy cheeks. 

"Well, let's see what we have here now? A beautiful, young lady!" he said and adjusted his glasses.

Jill awarded him with a faint, tortured smile. The doctor came closer and got ready to remove the splint. A minute later, he slipped his hand under her calf, lifted her injured leg slightly and pulled the splint out. Jill's lips parted as she emitted a soft moan.

"I am Doctor Pratt. Where do you feel pain, young lady?" the doctor asked.

"My thigh," Jill responded. 

"I have to cut the stocking."

"I am not going to complain about that."

He pulled her dress up to her hips. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the bruise. Starting at the top, he began cutting the stocking laterally with a pair of scissors. As the stocking was removed, my eyes fixed on the rosy sole of her foot. I had always wondered how something human could be so perfect. Then, I felt her eyes on me, and looked down at the floor. 

"Now we have to X-ray your leg," Pratt said, and threw the torn remnants of the stocking away.

"Do you think it is something serious, doc?" I asked.

"I hope it to be just a stretched muscle," he replied, "but whatever it is, we will fix it."

"Great," Jill said with a tremulous voice.

"Connie, could you please take her to the X-ray room," Pratt said to the nurse.

I took the plastic bag containing Jill's purse and pump, and stood up.

"You can wait here if you want. I don't mind that," the doctor said.

"Thank you very much," I said and smiled at Jill as she was wheeled out. 

A futile effort to return the smile twisted her lips. Her face was even paler than before.

Half an hour later, the x-rays were ready. Pratt adjusted his glasses and examined the X-rays. As far as I could see from my vantage point, Jill's femur looked fine. A minute later, she was wheeled back in.



Jill Ch. 01



Jill leaned against her car, looked at her watch, and then looked over her shoulder at the cigarette and adult novelty store's "Closed" sign. She had driven halfway across town in an effort to not be recognized. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to picking up the party favors for her daughter's best friend's bachelorette party.

Other than the finger-sized vibrator Jill acquired in college almost 20 years ago, she had never used or seen an adult phallic toy. But that was exactly what the bride-to-be wanted to hand out as gifts to the 20 or so women invited to the party. Jill reminded her that some of the women were as young as 18, but some were as old as 60. The bride-to-be was firm on what she wanted. She even provided Jill with a list of various vibrators and dildos so there would be an assortment. 

Jill looked on the Internet, but couldn't seem to find exactly what was on the list. She looked through the phone book and only found three adult novelty stores in town. Two of the three were in bad parts of town, but one was not far from the airport, and was more of a tobacco store than a porn shop. Jill decided to start there.

She called first, and read off a few of the toys on the list. The gentleman that answered the phone thought he had a few in the stockroom, so it wouldn't be a wasted trip. 

From the corner of her eye, Jill could see the "Closed" sign being flipped to "Open."

Time to get on with it.

The storefront appeared clean, bright, and smelled of tobacco. In fact, Jill was a little worried she had gone to the wrong place. The bell clanged as the door closed behind her. A short, small-framed man with horn-rimmed glasses instantly appeared from the back of the store.

He almost tripped when he looked up to see Jill. She wasn't the usual clientele. 

At 38, Jill looked good. Some would say too good. She married right after high school, and had her daughter less than a year afterward. After her pregnancy, Jill worked hard to maintain a healthy physique, and at first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a girl in her 20's, especially at work. Her daughter became increasingly independent over the last few years, so Jill had more time to do some of the things she had always wanted. 

Her husband had been promoted to a position requiring more time abroad than at home, so Jill looked into selling real estate as a way to fill her time. Selling houses was better than watching soap operas in Jill's book, and it paid better, too. With a little help from some veteran agents, her good looks, and dressing for success, Jill made enough in a year to pay for the new Lexus parked outside.

She had left the office at 4pm, hoping the tobacco store would be open while it was still daylight. Her work clothes were tasteful, but also just a little bit sexy. Her coworkers showed her data on how sex sells, even in real estate, but none of them admitted to having done more than tease in order to make a sale. Jill had gone as far as letting an older gentleman grope her ass while she showed him a $1M home, but she never went any farther. Unlike some of her coworkers, she never had to.

The storeowner seemed to stop dead in his tracks as he took in the sight of her. Her high heels, long legs, short skirt, and open blouse were completely foreign to him outside of the magazines and videos he pandered. Her radiant red hair and deep blue eyes sparkled in the setting sun peering through the shop's windows.

"Can I help you, missy?" the storeowner asked.

"I don't know. I think I might be in the wrong place." Jill answered sheepishly.

"Not if you're the lady that called an hour ago, asking about some dildos." He acted as if he talked about them every day.

Jill nodded, her face turning red from embarrassment.

"Follow me." The storeowner walked toward the back of the store and through a black curtain.

Jill's heels clicked as she stepped though the opening to the back part of the store. The floor was unfinished cement -- much noisier than the carpeted floor in the tobacco part.

Jill had never been in an adult novelty store, bookstore, or video arcade. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. 

She had heard from her husband and his friends about the kind of men that would hang out in such places. For the moment, she was relieved that she was the only customer.

Jill looked at a few magazines, DVDs, and then found a wall full of various phallic shapes. She had never seen anything like them. She was particularly impressed at the size of some of the toys.

"Do women actually use these to masturbate?" Jill asked.

"Sometimes, men too." The storeowner smirked.

He handed her three boxes. "I pulled these from the back after you called. It's all we have on your list. You'll probably have better luck finding the rest at the other places in town, you just have to be careful."

"What do you mean?" Jill asked, more curious than worried.

"I mean those places are in a little rougher part of town. You might want to rethink your outfit. Tone it down a bit." He said, looking at her hardened nipples pushing through the fabric of her blouse.

Jill could see him staring at her breasts, but wasn't offended. She was used to it.

She was a real estate agent. She knew the town.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Jill politely smiled as she walked towards an opening on the far wall.

Lights flashed around the doorframe. Through the door was a hallway with several doors on either side.

"What's in here?" Jill asked.

"Those are preview rooms." The storeowner almost laughed as he answered. "A few years ago, that was where you could take a video tape and watch it before you bought it. The previous owner upgraded for DVDs, but nowadays, you can watch the same stuff at home, on your computer. Only people that go in there now are just interested in anonymous blowjobs through the glory holes. Cops keep cracking down on it, making me board up the holes, but the low-life's figure out a way to make new ones. Plus, it's a real pain in the butt to keep the floor clean."

Jill walked down the hall and opened one of the doors. Inside the booth, there was a plastic patio furniture chair, an ashtray, and a monitor with coin slots and a channel button. She looked down and found she was standing in a slimy substance, and then carefully stepped out of the hallway and back into the store.

"Surreal" was all Jill could muster.

The storeowner looked into the booth after she stepped out. "Ahh crap. I'm really sorry about that. I thought I cleaned them all out last night." He quickly stepped into a utility room and started running the water to fill up a mop bucket.

"I guess I can ring you up and get you on your way, missy," the storeowner paused. "Unless there's anything else."

"No. I mean yes. I'll just pay for these. Thanks for the... tour." Jill said.

"That'll be $157.80," the storeowner said matter-of-factly.

Jill blinked hard.

"Seriously?" Jill asked, her face turning red again. "For three dildos?"

"Yep, you got some good ones, there, I imagine. Whoever made up your list must be pretty particular. Hope she enjoys 'em." The storeowner smiled, and waited.

"They're not all for one person. They're supposed to be party favors at a bachelorette party." Jill handed him two hundred dollar bills.

"A party, huh? Dildos and vibrators? How times have changed." The storeowner handed Jill her change.

Jill quickly walked out, got in her car only after fumbling with the keyless code for what seemed like an eternity, and sped home -- to her side of town.

A few days went by before Jill got up the nerve to call one of the two remaining adult novelty stores. They were strictly porn shops -- no tobacco sales taking place there legally. She tried calling during the day, but there was no answer, a busy signal, or a recording asking her to leave a message.

When she finally did get through, the voice on the other end of the line scared her enough to hang up.

"Bitch, I ain't got time for yo' shit. You wanna fuckin' dildo, get your ass over here and find you one," the proprietor yelled into her ear.

Jill hung up a second later. She was shocked and felt just a little humiliated. 

With only two weeks before the bachelorette party, she knew she was running out of time. She quickly called the last adult book and video store in the phone book.

"Sure, we have some of those," a man answering as Sammy said. "We might even have all of those. We don't close until 4am."

"I'm more interested in what time you open," Jill explained.

"Well, we got inventory tomorrow, so I'll be in early. Maybe around noon. That work?" Sammy asked.

"That'd be great!" Jill said, later realizing she probably sounded too excited.

Remembering what the tobacco storeowner told her, Jill decided to really dress down. She found an old pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and flip-flops. She didn't realize she had forgotten to wear a bra or panties until she was halfway to the adult bookstore. She never wore a bra or panties when she wore those clothes - because she normally wouldn't be caught out of the house in those clothes. 

After several wrong turns, Jill finally found the seedy-looking adult book and video store. Trash was strewn across the sidewalk, and she strongly considered turning around and going home rather than leave her car parked on that street. 

She bit her lip and looked around. The neighborhood looked deserted.

Jill stepped out of the car and quickly walked to the store's front door. Locked.

She pulled on it several more times until a short, bald, and slightly overweight black man unlocked the door.

"You da' lady on the phone?" Sammy asked.

"Yes. Sorry, I thought you said you'd be here at noon." Jill asked, catching a chill.

"Yea, it's noon and I'm here... and now you are, too." Sammy smiled as he held the door open for her. "Come on in. I got to lock the door, though, 'cause I'm still doing inventory and shit."

"Oh. Okay." Jill said quietly. He had left the key in the door, so she felt she could leave in a hurry if she needed to.

Unlike the tobacco store, this establishment wasted no time in showing off it's stock. As soon as the door closed behind her, Jill turned to see hundreds of dildos covering an entire wall, from floor to ceiling. Some were in boxes, some in plastic, but all hung from pegs sticking out from the wall. Jill wondered how long it would take to look through them all.

Sammy seemed to have read her mind.

"Over here are the simple ones. Smaller and cheaper. What I call the beginner's section.

Next, we have more life-like ones. Balls, veins, texture." Sammy spoke as a museum curator. "And over here, these are the pro models. These are some serious shit."

Jill couldn't believe the realism, although they seemed to be scaled much larger than life.

She reached up for one of the boxes and felt her sweatpants start to fall. 

Jill quickly reached back down to hold up her pants, and then tied the waist string a little tighter. She could tell that Sammy could see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Mmm, hmmm." Sammy smiled as he tilted his head. "Well, let me know if you need any help with anything. Just give me a holler when you're ready to check out."

"Thanks," Jill said as she caught her breath.

The selection was daunting. She looked at the list, and then looked up at the wall and felt overwhelmed. After twenty minutes, she only found four of the remaining seventeen toys. After an hour, she found three more. 

Sammy came back to the front of the store.

"You still here?" Sammy smiled.

"I'm really having a tough time finding any more on the list." Jill explained.

"Well, give me the list and I'll go back in the storeroom and see what I can find." Sammy offered.

Jill wondered why she hadn't just asked him to do that in the first place.

"You gotta wait up here, though." Sammy warned. "Look around. See if there's anything else you need. Read some magazines. Watch a movie -- ladies watch for free."

"Really?" Jill asked, curious.

Sammy walked behind the register counter and unwrapped a role of tokens.

"Here, knock yourself out. You've got about $600 worth of latex on that list of yours. If we find everything you need, I might just close up early tonight." Sammy handed her the tokens and pointed to the back of the store. 

Jill walked around the store, up one isle, and down another. It reminded her of vinyl record stores when she was a little girl. Instead of records, though, these were magazines covering every fetish ever imagined. 

Jill was no prude, and had allowed her husband to do everything he ever wanted with her -- not that any of it was much of a departure from what she wanted. But the magazines portrayed everything at a much higher level of intensity. The women were younger and more beautiful. The men were athletic and unusually well endowed. She had thought her husband was bigger than average, and it still felt that way whenever they had time for sex, but average for the men in the magazines made her husband's manhood seem almost small in comparison.

She found the video arcade. It looked like a room within a room, and in the center were all the booths. The corridor ran around the outside of the booths, ending in a glass enclosure showcasing the current library of movies the patrons could sample.

Jill was surprised at the number of gay films. The majority of the other movies seemed centered on blacks on blondes. She figured blacks on redheads didn't sound as catchy. Their loss.

She walked down the corridor, stopping a few doors down. She stepped into the booth to find an old steel folding chair, opaque glass windows on each side, and a video screen opposite the door. Under each window was a hole barely big enough to fit a soda can through.

"Those must be the glory holes." Jill whispered.

Jill turned to close the door behind her and could barely make out the sign on the back of the door. "No sexual activity of any kind permitted on premises by order of city ordnance."

"Are you kidding me?" Jill asked, not knowing anyone else was listening.

She slid a hook on the door into an eye-ring. That was about as close to a lock as she would get.

Jill dropped a token into the coin slot next to the video screen. Nothing happened.

She dropped another token into the slot and almost jumped a foot high as the screen came to life and the sounds of a woman moaning filled the booth. Jill felt around the video screen for any kind of knob that would turn down the volume, and instead found an overheard light rheostat. She turned the light all the way up and was finally able to see the volume knob. 

Once she had the sound turned down to a reasonable level, she turned the overhead light back down and pressed the button on the monitor. The scene changed from retro porn from the '70's to gay porn from the '90's. Two men in a sixty-nine, sucking each other to orgasm. Jill was beside herself. She had never seen anything like it. Not knowing how long two tokens would last, she quickly pressed the button again and again, sampling each of the dozen or so movies. Eventually, the screen went blank. She dropped two more tokens into the slot, and was introduced to another video. This one seemed more current, as the hairstyles appeared more modern, and there seemed to be no pubic hair on any of the actors. 

Two skinny black men were holding a young white girl, barely eighteen years old. She looked scared at first, but as one of the men dropped to his knees and began licking and fingering her bald pussy, she quickly spread her legs and began to moan.

They pulled her onto a bed where they took turns pushing each of their long members down her throat. She gagged several times, but didn't resist, even when it looked like one of the men was choking her with his hand around her throat.

They tugged at her nipples which were perched high on small tits. The girl seemed almost relieved when they started fucking her. 

The screen went black, again.

"Damn it." Jill whispered as she pulled her had from her sweatpants. She froze for a moment. "Holy shit. I was getting myself off on that." 

Jill smiled to herself and decided to drop all of the remaining tokens into the coin slot.

The screen went bright, then dim, then bright again, this time showing yet another movie.

"No, no, no." Jill whined as she pressed the button several times in attempt to find the movie she had just been watching.

When she finally found it, she looked around the booth. It was surprisingly cleaner than the booth at the tobacco store. She couldn't seem to sit on the chair and pull her sweatpants down enough to rub her clit adequately. She decided to take off her sweatpants and fold them up, making a little cushion for the folding chair. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but that movie had made her so hot, and seeing those long black dicks in that girl's mouth, hands, and pussy made her wetter than she had been in a long time.

Jill leaned back on the chair and raised her legs. Her perfectly painted toenails glistened as she placed her feet on each of the side window ledges. She rubbed her clit with one hand while squeezing her nipples with the other. 

As the black men changed positions, Jill began fingering her pussy in time with their thrusts. When they turned the girl over, exposing her small, firm ass, Jill panted harder.

One of the men started licking the girl's small, puckered asshole, while the skinny black man underneath her continued to slide his long pole in and out of her pussy.

Jill could barely contain herself. 

Jill spit on her hand and rubbed her asshole. She knew what was coming next in the video, and the anticipation was causing her pussy to gush. She continued to rub her clit with one hand while pushing on the bud of her asshole with the other. 

As if staying in time with the action on the screen, Jill slid her index finger into her asshole as one of the black men slid his long, slick dick into the young girls ass.

The girl seemed to squirm at first, arching her back, and pushing against his thigh with her hand. But then, the two black men stopped moving altogether.

Jill froze, too. The two black men remained motionless, but the young white girl began to move forward, and then back. Forward, and back. She was fucking herself on their shiny, wet dicks.

Jill had tried anal twice with her husband, and while he came quickly, she didn't come at all. This was completely different. She fingered her asshole faster while pressing harder on her clit. The wetness from her pussy dripped onto her asshole, prompting Jill to add a second, and eventually a third finger.

Jill watched as the young, white girl continued to impale herself on those two black dicks until the sounds of Jill finger fucking her asshole echoed throughout the booth.

Jill surprised herself when she came. She knew she was on the brink for at least three minutes, and she rode that feeling as long as she could. She wanted to scream at the onset, but held it in, instead making a choking noise as she soaked her sweatpants.

The hidden cameras captured every detail.

Jill looked up to see the two black men depositing their semen onto the girls face, as if on cue. Jill felt a secondary orgasm overcome her and she let out a deep sigh. The girl seemed to suck what was left in each of the black stud's balls, then scooped some of their come from her face into her mouth. She swallowed, then opened her mouth for the camera and smiled. 

Seconds later, the screen went blank and the booth was completely dark.

Jill lowered her legs from the window ledges and felt around the floor with her bare feet. She kicked one flip-flop, but found the other and stood up. She reached around until she found the overhead light rheostat. She turned it slightly, but the booth instantly filled with bright light. She could see her reflection in the glass panes on either side. 




Jill Ch. 01



She reached down for her sweatpants and couldn't believe how wet they were.

"Did I do all that?!" Jill said out loud.

She tried to put them on, but it looked as if she pissed on herself. She took her sweatpants off again, and rolled them up under her arm. She pulled on her sweatshirt, stretching it to the point of covering her ass, but just barely. Less than a minute later, the shirt pulled back to its original size and shape, exposing her firm, beautiful ass and almost hairless pussy. A friend of a friend had recommended a doctor that could make shaving pubic hair a thing of the past. Jill had stopped short of being completely bald down there, if only to remind herself that she was a natural redhead.

"Shit, shit, shit." Jill whispered as she unrolled her wet sweatpants.

The knock on the door almost made her jump out of here sweatshirt.

"Everything okay in there?" Sammy asked. "It's about time to open up. I'm guessing you want to maybe pay and be on your way?"

"Just a minute," Jill said as she struggled to get her sweatpants back on.

When she opened the door, there were three large black men standing in the corridor.

Embarrassed, Jill quickly walked past them, tripping and stepping out of one of her flip-flops. She turned to put it back on, and her sweatpants slid down just enough to show the top of the crack of her ass.

"Mmmmm. I have got to get me some of that!" One of the black men said as he gripped his groin.

Jill quickly walked up to the counter. Sammy had already bagged all of her merchandise. He seemed to be taking forever to ring her up, though. She had $700 in her pocket. She handed Sammy the wad of cash, and told him to keep the change. Jill grabbed the bag and shyly walked toward the door, barely noticing the small color security TV screen behind the counter.

"See you later, Red." Sammy called to her.

"What do you mean? And why are you calling me red, other than the obvious?" Jill asked, exhausted.

"Well, I got all but two of what you were looking for, but I think you found somethin' else, huh?" Sammy stepped from behind the counter. Jill hadn't noticed it before, but Sammy had placed his penis in one of his trouser legs, and it looked to extend halfway to his knee.

"Thanks, and my name is Jill, not Red." Jill had no idea why she just told him her name.

"Oh, that's okay Red. I just figured you for a natural, that's all. Just watch out for the Po-Po. Officer Friendly talks real nice, but he's a real motherfucker. Figured I owed that to ya' after making my day and all. Name's Sammy by the way, I told you before, but you probably forgot."

"Thanks, Sammy. And yes, this is my real hair color." Jill felt only slightly more comfortable, even with wet sweatpants that she could barely keep on her waist.

"I knew it!" Sammy said as the door closed behind her.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief to see her car where she left it, in one piece, and no scratches or graffiti on it. She tapped in the keyless code, pressed the engine start button, and slowly drove out of the neighborhood.

The sun had already started to set. 

As she adjusted her rearview mirror, she noticed a police car behind her. 

She wondered how long he'd been following her.

When the red and blue lights went on, she knew she was about to find out.



Jill Ch. 01



 Chapter1: Two Virgins' First Time

I grew up in the typical small town USA. My family owned the largest business in town, so we had a love/hate relationship with the entire community. When business was booming, everyone loved my family. When things slowed down, we were the plaque of the earth.

My great-grandfather established the business in 1920. He just left the army after spending 8 years serving with his good friend General John Pershing. During the war, he realized that advancements in technology would ultimately be the deciding factor to deter future wars or to end wars. So, this ideology was the premise behind the company he created.

Because of his connections with top military decision makers and his 'get it done' mentality, he was awarded several military contracts and the business flourished. During the company's first few years, our patriarch realized quickly that greed was a powerful force and could transform his business into a weapon of mass destruction. As a result, he did not want his future generations to lose sight of why he chose this business.

To prevent this 'evil transformation' from occurring, he wanted each family member who chose to enter the business to join a branch of the military for a minimum of 8 years. His logic was simple. It was enough time to gain leadership skills and to see first hand the issues that technology could alleviate. Thus, when the family member returned, he or she would be able to meet the challenges of the next generation.

This approach worked well for our family. We maintained our small town values and we were able to supply good paying jobs to many people from our community while keeping our great nation's military strong. I would be the fourth generation to follow great-grand dad's steps if I chose this path. 

I was a senior in high school. I had dark haired and was 6 feet, 2 inches and weighed 168 pounds. It was during the mid-eighties and I looked good sporting my killer mullet. 

I was not a jock; nor was I geek at school. I considered myself a friend to everyone but kind of shy. As a result, I wasn't a big ladies' man and considered myself the luckiest guy in the world when Jill said she would be my girlfriend.

Jill was just 4 feet, 11 inches and weighed 89 pounds. She had the '80's big hair and proudly showed off her 20 inch rat tail. Her body had not quite developed into a woman's yet. Her figure was 30A-24-32. To me; however, she was the world. 

We had always been friends. When we were in 3rd Grade, she and her parents moved into our neighborhood. She lived a mere four houses from ours. 

During these early years, her interests were with Barbie Dolls and playing house. My interests were fishing or lining up the next sports game with my friends. It seemed I was always on the go and she was content to play with her dolls.

Our relationship changed when we started junior high. There were dances, clubs and other social functions that our parents forced us to attend. Usually, Jill and I were the ones left sitting on the chairs while our classmates were dancing. So finally out of desperation one night during the last dance, I asked Jill if she would like to dance. Neither one of us had moved from our chairs all night. Thankfully, she said yes.

Jill was the first girl I danced with in Junior High School. Not long after the dance, I got one of the famous notes (that I am sure are still popular today). One of Jill's girlfriends handed me the letter. It was from Jill and asked if I would like to "Go with her."

I was elated and quickly found her and said, "Yes!" We were inseparable from that point on. Jill was into art, so I took more art classes and joined the Art Club at school. (I never really cared about art; I just wanted to be near her.) She would go fishing and hang out with me even though she would rather do something else.

From the very beginning, she told me she promised her mother she would remain a virgin until she was at least 18. I whole heartedly agreed for two reasons. First, I wanted a girl friend; and second, I was brought up to respect my elders' wishes. (Apparently, her mother's first time ended with a pregnancy and she wanted Jill to be out of high school before having a kid.) At such a young age, sex wasn't real high on my list of priorities.

Jill had a strong morale fiber that I shared with her. In her mind, she promised her mother to avoid all sexual contact which meant no blow jobs, hand jobs or anything beyond kissing. However, as our relationship grew, this promise we made to each other was more and more difficult to honor. We used to joke that "We were masters of our domain." Translation: We masturbated as soon as we returned home from our dates.

When it was only a few weeks from Jill's eighteenth birthday, we began to make preparations for the BIG DAY. As luck would have it, Jill's birthday fell on a Friday night. Friday nights were huge in our small town for "BRIDGE NIGHT." 

I checked the community calendar and my parent's were hosting that night. I knew from experience that the 24 couples that played took a minimum of four hours to play, eat and socialize. The only thing left was to talk Jill's parents into attending instead of taking her out.

Jill set the plan into motion when she told her mom she wanted to go to the Art Museum in the city. A new exhibit opened Saturday at noon. She told her parents they would take her and then stay over night in her favorite hotel. 

Her parents could never say "No" to her. I knew from passed conversations with them; they were not big art fans themselves. No matter what Jill's interests were, her family was supportive and found ways to incorporate them with their activities. 

Now that Jill's birthday request was made and accepted by her parents, we started planning our first time together. After a few days, the "we" became "she" as Jill told me she wanted to surprise me with the intimate details of the big night. I knew she wanted everything to be perfect. So, with my part in the planning done, I started the big count down.

Finally, the big day arrived! Jill's parents left the house and walked over to my parents' bridge party. As they knocked on the door, I greeted them and promptly headed over to Jill's. I was so excited; I caught my self running the short distance to her house.

When I arrived, Jill smiled since she had been watching me through the window, blindfolded me and led me into the house. I considered my self fortunate to lay my eyes on her before the blindfold covered them. Jill was stunning in her faded denim jacket with the Cyndi Lauper concert T-shirt I bought her and matching miniskirt. Her hair looked awesome in her favorite scrunchy and she had braided a pink ribbon in her rat tail.

I wished I would have been better dressed. Jill was beyond hot and I was wearing my Letter Jacket, 501 Jeans, and an old Motley Crew T-shirt with of course my untied Nike high-tops. When I saw her, I wished I would have worn my new parachute pants or at the very least my red polo shirt.

After teasing with gentle rubs, soft kisses and seductive whispers as she guided me through the house, Jill had me sit down. From the familiar feel of her mattress, I knew it was her bed. After some scurrying around the room, she slowly took off the blindfold. She had transformed her room into a tropical beach setting.

I heard a CD playing ocean sounds with gentle waves and the occasional sea gull calling. She had luau themed decorations throughout her room. To top it off, pink scarves covered each lamp on either side of her bed to 'add ambiance.' 

We kissed each other slowly. Our passion increased and so did the intensity of our kisses. Before long, our plans of a slow passionate love making session were gone. Our hormones took over and we tore each others' clothes off. 

We had waited nearly five years for this and we could no longer wait. Within fifteen seconds, we were both completely naked. I marveled at Jill's cute peach fuzz covered muff and her rock hard erect nipples extending nearly an inch on her self described 'man boobs.' I was transfixed soaking in the beauty of my girlfriend as my cock throbbed with lust.

Jill was far more aggressive. She quickly pushed me down on her bed and jumped onto me as we hungrily kissed with our tongues waging war with each others'. We were possessed and wanted to experience everything all at once. 

Jill knew what she wanted. She grabbed my hard seven inch cock, barely able to encompass its girth with her tiny hands and aligned it with her virgin lips. She quickly attempted to mount my beast.

Her efforts were not rewarded. Although she was dripping wet with anticipation, my girth was too much for her and my cock darted toward her cute ass. She quickly lifted her body off mine and took both hands to spread her sweet lips. 

She once again lowered onto my meaty girth. This time she slowly sunk onto my shaft until the bulbous head was pressed against her tight slit. She took a quick breath and lowered herself with the poise and confidence of a pro.

I had never felt anything like the moist, slick, tight channel that gripped my raging cock. The feelings were so unique I was about to shoot my creamy load. I tried to think of anything other than the tight embrace her sweet pussy had on my sensitive cock.

Jill stopped momentarily when my throbbing crown reached her hymen. We both felt the protective barrier. I already was in heaven. The tight grip she had around my cock head was unlike anything I had ever felt. Jill felt full but hungered for more. 

We urgently worked together trying to break the barrier that was preventing us from the ultimate fulfillment of our love. I held the base of my cock to assist; while Jill slowly pushed downward. She tried for several minutes to allow me access but it hurt and she was getting frustrated.

Eventually, she gave up on this approach and asked me to carefully try the missionary position. As we changed positioned, I was grateful for the momentary relief from the extreme pleasure. I was so close to erupting; but, I didn't want to say anything for fear I would ruin the mood. 

As I regained control, I placed my pre-cum oozing rod at her now red swollen lips. She quickly grabbed my cock and re-positioned it because I was heading "toward her pee hole." 

Once we stopped laughing and my aim was corrected, I gently pushed my blood engorged beast into her tight tunnel until I felt the barrier. When I reached her stubborn ring, I looked into Jill's eyes for some sort of sign she was ready. Sensing my hesitation, she told me she was going to count to three and then "do it." Then, she quickly whispered, "One, two, thr...."

As she counted, I pulled back slightly. When she started with "three," I lunged forward and ripped past the tight barrier until I hit another wall. Jill cried out, "Ugggh!" and I froze. I wasn't expecting to hit another wall and I hit it with such force I felt my rock hard cock bend. I winched in pain momentarily. Thankfully, the pain I experienced was nothing compared to the incredible tight feeling of having my thick stick buried in Jill. Still, I worried I might have hurt her.

We waited in this position for a long moment. The whole time, the amazing sensations that reverberated through my cock caused me to be on the verge of cumming. The wet, tight, slippery grip was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. As I looked at Jill, her eyes were winced close as if in agonizing pain. A tear welled in one eye. My emotions were torn between extreme sexual bliss and an overwhelming concern for my true love. 

Slowly, her pain ridden expression disappeared. She brightly smiled and opened her eyes. As this transformation took place, Jill adjusted to my girth, playfully started rotating her hips and mouthed "OK" and nodded for me to continue. 

I took one slow stroke. The sheer pleasure I felt surrounding my cock took me to a new sense of euphoria. As I hit the back of her tight pussy, my toes curled, my vision blurred and I shot string after string of my boiling cum deep into Jill's depths. I lay there shaking on top of her for a few minutes. As Jill hugged me tight, she wrapped her legs around my ass and told me over and over how much she loved me. As I recovered from this mother of all ejaculations, Jill asked me to lie next to her.

I thought she wanted to snuggle like we had thousands of times in the past. Jill had other ideas and quickly assumed her original position. She strattled my waste and grabbed my still hard cum covered cock with lust filled determination, positioned the beast at her entrance and slammed down on my meat. 

Jill sawed up and down on my pole with a purpose. The feelings were just as incredible as the moments before. This time, I was able to hold off for about a minute before I shot another sabot into her savory pussy. 

Hell bent on achieving her first glorious "O", Jill refused to stop. She was really riding me and even with my inexperience, I could sense she was getting close. Her movements were becoming hurried and her breathing quickened. Then, with an extremely hard thrust down, she ground my cock into the back wall of her pussy. An inch of my cock was still exposed. As she ground, I watched my creamy cum leak from her pussy. 

The creamy white globs freckled with bits of blood made me more determined to reward Jill with her own orgasm. I met her grinds. We quickened our pace and the grinding action turned into outright thrusts. 

Finally, we met each other thrusts in unison. We had found our rhythm. I bucked and she bounced and then it happened. My cock drove in the last inch to its hilt as I froze with fear. Jill screamed with pleasure, ground her tight muff to a halt on straining meat, bent at her waist and bear hugged me as she finally experienced her own magical orgasm.

She froze with her pussy muscles involuntarily gripping and releasing my throbbing cock. These movements sent me over the edge one more time. I felt the girth of my cock expand to what felt like the largest it had ever before. I couldn't hold it any longer and I shot another creamy load.

This set Jill into round two of her orgasmic display. She felt the splatter of three streams of my hot cum coating her pussy walls. She pulled my hair and screamed she was cumming. I grabbed her waste as we rolled in unison. 

Now on top, I rammed my cock repeatedly into her contracting cunt. I was a man possessed. Pounding Jill's tight pussy was all I could think about until I felt that feeling again boiling in my balls. I shot one time...exhausted...fulfilled.

As we both recovered lying side by side, we kissed, smiled and talked about the beautiful love we had made. She looked deep in thought and giggled. As she did, our combined cum started to stream from her red swollen lips. With each giggle, a new glob of cum dribbled from her sore lips. Without a word, she dipped her fingers into our combined juices, brought the mix to her lips and tasted it. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she kissed me with her tongue darting searching for mine.

I thought the whole thing was extremely erotic; but, the thought of tasting my own cum made we want to puke. Jill was sexy and I knew she wanted us to experience everything. My slow start gradually transformed into a hot make out session. 

As we kissed, Jill repositioned herself on top of me as our hands travelled over the other's body. I tweaked Jill's nipples; while she traced her fingernails around my chest. My cock twitched and began to get hard as Jill ground her leaking twat onto me. Without laying a hand on my cock, she somehow was able to squeeze my straining beast into her hot tight box and she rode me slowly. 

The sensations were just as powerful as the first time. I felt like I would cum any minute. Jill seemed to understand this as she took the lead in our love making dance. When she felt me tense up, she slowed. I began to understand what she was doing and talked to her about what I felt and how her movements affected me.

She would grind her spot with the head of my cock and I was in heaven. She would push down hard and it would nearly send her over the edge to another blistering climax. As we worked together, we each learned something about pleasuring the other. 

Finally, the slow sensual pace became more hurried and deliberate. Both of us were near another mind blowing experience and we both wanted to cum. I grabbed Jill by the waste and thrust up as she came crashing down on me. 

We had a perfect rhythm and we put all of our combined energies into fucking hard. We both wanted this. As my cock and her pussy slammed together, we became one. When we heard the sharp slaps of our bodies echoing across the room, we both smiled at the lewd noise that caused such pleasure. Our breathing was rapid and the pungent scent of sex was thick. 

With a final thrust, we froze and looked deep into each others eyes. The white hot cum boiled from my balls deep into Jill's clenching pussy. Her inner walls were gripping and releasing my throbbing prick. We had achieved orgasmic bliss together and drifted off to sleep with my hard cock still inside my sweet Jill.

We awoke to the sound of Jill's parents returning from my parents' card party. Jill kissed me quickly and pulled her body away from me as she quickly darted around the room looking for her clothes. Cum flowed rather freely from her treasure box and I snickered.

This was not the thing to do. She quickly swatted me and told me to jump out her window. Still buck assed naked, I managed to open the window and leaped out as she threw my clothes at me. 

It had to be around 11 PM or later. It was dark and I knew I would be able to sneak away without any issue. So, I slowly began to dress as Jill frantically transformed her room from the ocean side love shack back to a bedroom.

If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. She pulled the pink scarves off the lamps and jumped into bed just as her parents knocked on her bedroom door. She quietly answered and they came in to find their birthday girl in bed.

Her mother gave her a kiss. Stopped and stared at the open window. Her dad made a comment about the stuffy smell in the room. They both looked at each other with a knowing glance, wished their daughter a Happy Birthday and left.

When the door was closed, Jill jumped out of bed and ran to the window. She looked around and I popped up from the bushes. She said her parents knew what happened by the look in their eyes but were pretty cool with how they handled the situation.

When Jill mentioned her mom, I immediately thought about her parents' situation. Somehow Jill read my mind and said her mother started her on birth control a few months before her birthday. So, she was safe.

(I found out later that was why she was giggling earlier. She thought her mother's foresight had been right on the money when I shot my first load after such a short time. Her mother had a long talk with her about how she lost her virginity to her father. He came quickly and 9 months later Jill arrived. Her mom didn't want Jill, or me, to have to deal with that sort of a situation. She made it clear she loved Jill but she knew her daughter and wasn't sure she could cope with a child.)

Jill gave me a quick kiss and told me to take a shower when I got home because we 'reeked of sex'. We exchanged our "I love you's" and I walked home slowly while I finished dressing and savored all the memories we made. 

As I reflected on her parents' intrusion, I knew I had to make myself available to them so they could have their "chat" with me. They were the most open parents a kid could have. Jill was used to it. I was constantly embarrassed by their forward questions. I knew both of them would want to talk with me about this. So, I figured I had better do something with them soon so they could have the opportunity to talk with me. 




Jill Ch. 01



Needless to say, the dinner with Jill's family was not what I expected.



Jill Ch. 01



"Well, don't just stand there," I said, "Come on over here so a girl can get a really good look at your equipment!" 

As they ambled over to me dicks bouncing and swaying, the talkative, blonde one said, "I'm Jim and he's Dave." 

And then I said, "I'm Jill, shall we get acquainted?" When they came over, I motioned for them to stand in front of and either side of me. Jim was on my right and Dave on my left. I latched onto both cocks with my hands and began to stroke them. Then I began to suck one and stroke the other, switching off every few minutes. 

Jim soon said, "I can't do this much longer without shooting off. Let us get to know you now." 

Jim told me to lie back. Dave knelt behind my head and continued to offer his cock to my mouth and I continued to deep throat his fat cock, a technique I had mastered only after long practice and failure. But it sure was fun learning! 

Jim gently kneed me legs apart and began to massage my pussy with his tongue. He began licking up one cunt lip and then the other, straddling my slit while his middle finger found the entrance to my love tunnel and dived in and circled around. His thumb was rubbing my clit as that little nub telescoped into stiff and throbbing erection. My pussy juices began flowing in a stream and getting smeared all over both of us. His mouth and tongue then took over the action on my clit. When Jim's middle finger found and stayed on my G-Spot, I knew I was almost done for.

Jim's finger fucking and tongue licking had me for some time, bucking and thrusting with a passion. Dave too, was busy, doing a good job with his hands on my boobs, with delicious effect. My nipples stood out nearly three quarters of an inch in stiff attention as Dave rolled them around between his thumb and forefinger. The electricity Dave was generating in my boobs was nearly strong enough to arc between my boobs! 

Then Jim moved up and began rubbing his dick up and down my pussy, mixing his leaking pre cum with all the juice I was leaking. With a guttural growl, Jim pushed his cock home, deep into my love tunnel and buried himself balls deep. It was just then that Dave popped out of my mouth and with a howling moan, and unloaded his wad in spurt after spurt of cock cream over my boobs and stomach, not to mention my face. He managed to get Jim in the chest as well.

Jim was thrusting like mad, his throbbing man meat filling me, "wall to wall," so to speak as it swelled and pulsed. He arched his back just before he made the final plunge to the hilt and he started pumping cock cream, lots, and lots, and lots of it in squirt after squirt! When he slowly backed out with a soft, fluppp sound, he was still dripping cum. 

I did not last long under this dual assault. I shuddered and screamed, really screamed, my way into a gut wrenching orgasm just before Jim backed out of my pussy. My orgasm sprayed all over Jim's cock as he withdrew. I had already licked Dave clean and now I motioned Jim forward and took his half deflated meat into my mouth and proceeded to lick and suck him clean of our combined juices.

Then we all just lay there, all three drained and exhausted. The day had warmed considerably and we were all now sweating heavily. With all our sweat mixing with our prodigious amounts of love juices all over our bodies, we all sorely, and I mean sorely, needed washing off. After reviving some, I pulled the fishing pole and line up on the bank and we all, one after the other, dived into the small but deep pool near the bank and went skinny dipping to clean up. Our skinny dip is another long story. So is the night that followed as both studs stayed the night with me in my cabin.

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Jill Ch. 02



Fresh Fish

[Jill -on her fishing trip weekend- is surprised by yet another visitor . This is a work of fiction and all places, events, and persons are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

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Jim, Dave, and I had just jumped into the "fishin' hole" pool area of the little stream to skinny dip ourselves clean of our sexcapades residue, when we were startled into frozen silence by a coquettish female voice from the bank behind us that said, "My, my, having fun are we? Pray tell me, might I join this little party?"

But let me recap just a bit. I had cum out to my upstate country retreat for a quiet weekend of nude sunbathing, reading, and fishing only to be interrupted, pleasantly, by strangers Jim and Dave as they walked into my naked sun session by the stream. A fantastic sex-a-thon of several hours with the two studs quickly followed. When we finally decided to call it quits, we all badly needed a bath. So, into the water we went. Jim had jumped in the deep area while Dave and I were only in knee deep. I was leading Dave by his stiff prick into deeper water, which is the point at which the voice interrupted us.

The "voice" belonged to Mary Sue, the daughter of a very close friend of my late father. I knew her well and had attended her high school graduation just this past spring. She was eighteen and looking forward to college in a month or so. I was shocked that she had walked in on our little menage-a-trois, but she had surprised me before. Now she stood there before us (after we turned around) with her shorts and thong around her ankles and her left hand finger fucking her bald pussy, a very wet pussy at that! Her right hand was under her cut off "T," playing with her perky tits and nipples.

While her hands continued in slow motion, Mary Sue said, "Jill, I saw you drive through town yesterday, so I knew you were out here. I thought I would come out and visit with you. When you weren't at the cabin, I figured where you'd be and what you'd be doing. I didn't know you had company, but I couldn't stop watching you fuck each other and now I'm so damned horny I can't stand it. I have only been fucked by two cocks so far, but nothing like that big stud you got a hold of, and I want some of it, OH GOD do I want some of it!"

Well, lay me down and knock me up, sweet little Mary Sue, a sex fiend! You just never know, do you. Mary Sue shed what few clothes she had left and thrashed through the water to Dave and I, her tits bouncing merrily as she came. She almost shouldered me aside as she lunged for Dave's ten inches of man meat. In a flash, Mary Sue was on her knees and greedily sucking up Dave's cock. And that cock suddenly inflated to full stiffness as this "fresh fish" worked on it. I'd of thought, after the workout he just gave that big dick, he'd be at least a couple of hours before he could get it up in a usable state. Oh well, shows you what I know about it.

Mary Sue knows that I am a nudist, but the times she had been out to the cabin, she had been too young, or so I thought, so I had kept my clothes on in her presence, at least if I knew she was around. She had never seen me naked, so far as I knew and I darn well had never seen her naked. So, I took stock of her now. I knew she was five foot four and I guessed her boobs to be 34C and had those half dollar size aureole that some studs die for. She is a dark brunette with hazel eyes and over all, a very cute, petite little lady. Her somewhat larger than grapefruit size boobs with their rosy nipples and large aureole, had creamy white triangles covering a little more than the nipples, along with a triangular white pubic patch. The white spots were inconsistent with the golden bronze tan of the rest of her body. Apparently, Mary Sue had not yet braved completely nude sunbathing. But some guys like those strong tan lines.

I came up and kneeled behind her, reached my arms around her and began to massage those globes of breasts. They were all natural. That brought out a delightful moan of pleasure from her. While I kept one hand busy with her tits, my other hand reached down between her legs and found her pussy mound. My hand slid down her slick, bald mound and down the labia on either side of her slit with my middle finger traversing the slit as I moved my hand up and down. Now Mary Sue did moan around the cock in her mouth.

While I was doing this, Jim came up behind me and slid a hand between my legs from behind and began to play with my pussy. That elicited a moan or two from me! Jim forced my legs apart some more and I felt his cock head rub my pussy. God, he was ready to go around again too! Then that cock slid into my love canal and continued in 'til his balls slapped into me. Jim began humping me in earnest. I was finger fucking Mary Sue, and Dave was getting a deluxe blow job.

Mary Sue must have felt Dave approaching his limit, because she backed off and said, "I don't want you to cum yet, I want you in my pussy and I want you to fill it with cock cream, lots of cock cream! So, as Mary Sue disengaged from me as she stood, grabbed Jim's cock, and led him up onto the grassy bank. Meanwhile, I bent forward onto my hands and Jim followed me without uncoupling and continued to fuck me from behind, doggie style.

Dave laid down on his back and Mary Sue mounted him with her back to his face. I had a perfect view of the action on the bank only a few feet away, while getting fucked myself. Mary Sue grinned wickedly at me as she positioned her cunt over that big ten incher and rubbed it over her dripping pussy for a bit before impaling herself as she sat down on that magnificent piece of man meat. A long moan escaped her lips as she sank slowly down. Mary Sue was on her knees, so she could easily control the action. She began to slide slowly up and down that long "fishing" pole, several times letting Dave's cock head pop completely out before impaling herself again. This went on for some time until Mary Sue suddenly stopped near the top of her stroke and grabbed Dave's dick at the base and squeezed hard, stopping the eminent explosion. Sweet little whore, I bet she has had more than two cocks to date, at least in her mouth, the way she seems to know what she is doing. This happened three times before she shrieked with her own orgasm and she finally allowed Jim to shoot his wad deep into her tight little pussy.

Jim still had not cum in my ass yet, so I told him, "Back out Jim, save it for Mary Sue. I think she is not satisfied yet." So Jim gently backed out of my ass and washed off in the stream. I then said, "Jim, tit fuck her and shoot your wad in her mouth. Make her swallow it." Jim walked up onto the bank and helped Mary Sue disengage from Dave's cock and rise, getting a soft, sexy, sucking sound as Dave's slowly deflating cock pulled free of her pussy.

Jim, remaining true to his nearly silent nature, merely indicated for Mary Sue to lie down on her back. Jim, seemingly ignoring my earlier instructions, then went between her legs and began to play with her clit with his mouth and tongue. In less than sixty seconds, he had Mary Sue's hips bucking up into him. Jim then took his dick and rubbed it all around and up and down Mary Sue's pussy, slicking it up on the mixture of her pussy juice and Dave's cock cream. 

Jim's hands had been busy with Mary Sue's tits during this time. Now Jim sunk his dick into Mary Sue's slit and then into her pussy hole and slid all the way in. Mary Sue really tried to buck hard now to match Jim's thrusting, but Jim restrained her and just lay there impaling her pussy in place. Tension built until Jim slowly, ever so slowly backed out and let his dick hang, twitching against Mary Sue's thighs and pussy as he mouthed her tits with passion. Mary Sue was now a squealing, moaning mess. Jim only then got around to my instructions and moved up to place his dick in her cleavage while she squeezed her boobs into him. Mary Sue would grab a taste and a lick as Jim thrust up towards her mouth. If JIm had not already had several good fucks, I don't think he would have lasted this long. Now his endurance did run out and he began to ejaculate. He forced his dick into Mary Sue's welcoming mouth and shot what was left of his wad into her oral cavity.

After swallowing all of Jim's offering, all she could choke out was, "Oh my God, Ooh My Goooddd!" While Jim and Mary Sue had been fucking like rabbits, Dave had been stroking his cock to the rhythm of the action he had been watching, and he now motioned Jim to back up just a bit. Dave then proceeded to squirt cock cream onto Mary Sue's tits and stomach. Out of the blue, I felt an uncontrollable urge and almost unconsciously, I stood and straddled Mary Sue above her tits and gave her a golden shower that washed down her cleavage and rib cage in a warm cascade. Mary Sue moaned anew, "Yes, yes, it feels so warm and good!"

That must have triggered something, because Jim and Dave, one on either side of her, then proceeded to give Mary Sue their own version of a golden shower that ran off her belly and down her pussy slit in another warm cascade. Mary Sue squealed in delight with more, "Oh Gods," and not one to be left out, she flexed her knees, raised her ass high off the ground, and with legs spread wide, arced a golden stream of her own high in the air to glisten and sparkle in the sunlight like liquid gold as it arced down into the creek.

No doubt about it, it was time for another skinny dip!

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Jill Ch. 02



Jill returned to The Pink PUSSYkat the following evening, waiting until almost eleven to arrive. The parking lot was nearly as full as the night before, but as she found a space for her car, she could see that a few people were leaving. She walked to the entrance and went inside.

There was a large crowd, mostly in the area closest to the dancers' runway. All the tables were filled back as far as she was standing, but there were several empty tables and booths in the back. Jill threaded her way through the crowd and found Jeff at the bar, standing at the end next to the only empty stool.

" Are you saving that for anyone special?" she asked Jeff coyly.

"I think so," he replied. "It's yours if you want it." Jill thanked him and sat down. Jeff brought her a margarita without being asked.

"I like your outfit," Jeff observed. Jill smiled prettily at the compliment. She was wearing a thin pale blue long-sleeved v-neck blouse made of a smooth clingy fabric. The blouse had four buttons from the v to where it tucked into her long beige wrap dress, which was attached at her waist by two buttons spaced about four inches apart. While she was standing, the skirt reached to mid-calf. As she sat down, it parted to show most of her legs. She was wearing nylon stockings and the parted dress revealed them nearly to their tops. 

Jeff spent the next half-hour doing a lot of running back and forth, helping at the bar, busing tables, working the cash drawer, restocking the bar, and acting as potential bouncer. He paused for a moment to refill her glass but was too busy to talk. Jill sipped her drink slowly and watched Jeff as he moved. He wasn't as obviously muscular as Steve, but he was clearly in good shape and athletic, as his Pink PUSSYkat logo T -shirt and trim khaki trousers demonstrated. By the time he was able to return to Jill's side, more than half the customers had paid and left. Jeff sat on the vacated stool next to her.

"The dancers finish at one a. m.," Jeff explained. "They take turns performing from seven, and since there's always a dancer on the runway for those eight hours, it makes a pretty hard night for the girls. Of course, it makes a pretty hard night for the men too, but in a different way." They both chuckled. "We close at two on Saturday nights," he added They chatted for a few minutes, and then Jeff was called away again about something to do with a check, and it was nearly one a. m. before he could take a full break from his duties.

He finally was able to return to his seat next to Jill, clearly happy to do so. Jill sat with her legs crossed and absently ran a fingernail back and forth across her stocking just above the knee.

"Oh, darn!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I've got a snag." Jeff looked down and, sure enough, the stocking was beginning to ladder up her thigh and down over her knee. "Well," Jill said, "there's only one thing to do."

She spread her parted skirt wider until the tops of her stockings and the top garter clips showed, as well as an inch of bare thigh. She unfastened the clip holding the snagged stocking and lifted her leg so she could reach the second clip underneath. She opened the clip with a deft gesture and began to roll the stocking down her thigh. She rolled the filmy material slowly, pausing now and then as if to consider how she was doing. Jeff thought she was doing fine. She toed her shoe off her foot. Jill eased her foot out of the stocking and crossed her legs the other way. The contrast between her two legs, one stockinged and one bare, looked very sexy to Jeff's eyes.

"I guess I'd better take off the other one," she said. "Or maybe you would like to, Jeff."

Jeff needed no further encouragement. As he recalled, he had permissions, even demands, that hadn't even been mentioned yet. Removing a stocking shouldn't be a problem. Jill crossed her leg so Jeff could reach her garter clips more easily, and he wasted no time in unfastening them. Jill's thigh felt cool and smooth on top, but as he started to roll the stocking down, his fingers reached the inner part of her thigh, which was much warmer. Her legs were stunning! he thought. He rolled the stocking down and she dropped her shoe and lifted her foot for him to pull the stocking off. Her movement caused her skirt to open to the tops of her thighs.

"Well?" she challenged.

"I think I'm supposed to do some checking, " Jeff said. He put his hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh to the very top, sliding the side of the dress back all the way to her hip. She was naked underneath. She laughed at the look of disappointment on Jeff's face.

"You're disappointed because I'm not wearing panties? Can that be true?" she teased. Jeff flushed with embarrassment. 

"That does seem pretty stupid, doesn't it?" he muttered. 

"I think it's kind of cute," Jill said, smiling at her joke. "You have to admit, it's unusual." 

"Everything about this is unusual," Jeff replied.

"Well, perhaps, but I'm glad you remembered you are supposed to check," Jill said, "I really am. Checking is always important, you should remember that, and do it often. You just never know." 

Jeff glanced at Jill's blouse, but it was evident from her nipples poking at the thin fabric that she wasn't wearing a bra. Knowing Jeff was checking out her blouse, Jill slumped back against the stool, knowing the blouse would gape a bit between the buttons, giving Jeff a glimpse of the undercurve of her breast and of the skin of her stomach. She knew he would find the tantalizing peeks arousing, not to mention the shape of her nipples articulated in the fabric of her blouse.

Jeff was confused. This wasn't what he had expected. Nothing this woman did was what he expected. He couldn't anticipate what she would do next, and he found that both disconcerting and fascinating. Checking her out. Checking...

"I'll keep that in mind," Jeff said. "In the meantime, let me observe that you have incredibly beautiful legs."

"Thank you kind sir, she said," Jill responded, smiling and sitting up straight. "Now, if you will excuse me while I go to the little girl's room, you might get us another drink while I'm gone. But before that, I need to do something with this skirt situation." She reached down and clasped the garter belt and rotated it around her waist until she could unhook it and pull it out from under her skirt. "There, that's better." She handed the garment to Jeff. "I'll be right back." 

Jill was gone less than five minutes. She was a bit disappointed to find that many of the customers were gone, but knowing Jeff as she now did, that was probably just as well. All the dancers had finished their last turns and retired to the dressing room off the back of the stage. Five of the ten waitresses who had been working the floor sat at a back table and were counting their tips. The others were still working, clearing tables for the most part. The three bartenders were cleaning up behind the bar and beginning to total their receipts. Only about a half dozen customers were left. Jeff nodded to one of the bartenders, who picked up a portable microphone and announced "Last Call!"

Jeff picked up a fresh pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and led Jill to the back of the room. He chose the raised booth in the corner. After pouring drinks and sipping from them, Jill and Jeff looked expectantly at one another.

"You come wrapped like a present," Jeff told Jill, indicating her outfit. It was then he noticed there was something different about it.

"Do you like presents?" Jill asked coyly.

"Oh, you bet. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait for Christmas. But I thought Christmas came in December."

"What did you usually do with your presents?" Jill asked with a smile.

Jeff reached out and opened the top button on Jill's blouse. The edge of a blue satin bra came into view. 

"You see," she said, "it's always important to check, even a second time."

"I'll certainly remember that," Jeff responded, as he continued opening the blouse buttons one after the other. The bra was a simple but expensive-looking garment with no decorative or support function. Jeff pulled the blouse away from Jill's slender torso and feasted his eyes on her shallow cleavage and smooth ivory skin. 

Jeff turned his attention to Jill's skirt, which was already parted nearly to the tops of her thighs. He spread the split of the skirt further apart until the split reached Jill's abdomen, revealing a pair of blue satin French-cut panties matching the bra. He ran his hands over the front of the panties and fingered the waistband, then the side seams, the leg holes, and finally the area of wetness between Jill's legs as she quivered under his touch. 

At last he reached behind her, grabbed a fistful of cloth in each over each buttock, and pulled savagely. Jill gasped. There was a sharp tearing sound as the panties came apart. Jeff tore the panties around to the sides, leaving Jill's ass completely bare. He tore both side seams out and then the front panel of the panties, leaving only the waistband and the two elastic leg bands. Those he tore viciously. He tossed the scraps of cloth onto the floor of the booth. Jill lay back, her legs sprawled as if after sex. 

Jeff attacked the bra much more gently. He held one soft piece of cloth that served as a cup and easily separated it from the strap which held it, then repeated the process with the other cup, and finally held both cups and separated them from one another. Jill sat up and allowed Jeff to slide what remained of the bra away from her body. 

Jill's breasts were small but perfect. Jeff was enthralled by the lovely curves, the unblemished smoothness, and the upturn of her small nipples, which were very pink and hard, straining outward as if reaching for him.

Jill watched Jeff as his eyes seemed to caress each millimeter of skin, and then gasped again as Jeff lightly traced a line with his fingers from the hollow of her throat down to her cleavage and then lightly around each breast in slow circles that narrowed until his fingers were pulling lightly at both her nipples. Jill arched her back and leaned forward in her seat, pushing her breasts into Jeff's hands which were caressing her so expertly. 

His touch was gentle but it set her on fire inside. She ached for him to take her breasts in her mouth, desiring his lips, coveting his tongue, panting for him to nip and lick and suck until she would go mad from his attentions. Instead, he paused and leaned back, gazing at her intently. Then he leaned forward again and kissed her mouth, his lips soft at first but becoming more demanding, his tongue flicking quickly against her lips and teeth, then plunging deeply into her mouth and entwining with hers. She responded immediately with her own tongue, probing deeply until both were breathless and had to break apart.

His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. She tore at his shirt, ripping it open. She traced her long fingernails across his chest, then reached around under his shirt and clutching at his back as their lips came together, the kiss becoming more and more demanding. Jeff closed his hands over her breasts, hurting her the way she desired him to, but quickly turning gentle once again, caressing her breasts and nipples, running his fingers over her collarbones, touching the hollow at the base of her throat, moving one hand incessantly across and around and under and over her breasts until she could barely gasp. She felt a fullness begin in the lower part of her abdomen. She was becoming very wet between her legs. He had not yet touched her there. She ached for him to. Excruciating, exquisite torture.

Jill leaned back, breathing heavily, as was Jeff. Jill's blouse lay fully open, her breasts enticing him, her skirt parted nearly to her waist as she let her knees relax and separate. Jeff smiled, enjoying what he was seeing, knowing there was still more to come.

One of the bartenders approached the booth with the final receipts tally and the cooler key in his hand. He hesitated but Jill waved him on. He looked at Jeff, who shrugged and nodded. The barman handed Jeff the receipts for his signature and Jeff dutifully signed his name to each one while the barman couldn't keep his eyes from exploring Jill's revelations. Her long legs were stretched out, her skirt was open nearly to her waist, and her blouse covered nothing but her shoulders and upper arms. Jill stretched her body and arched her back a little, lifting her breasts until her swollen nipples seemed to point directly into the bartender's eyes as she smiled lazily with half-closed eyes. When Jeff finished signing, the barman muttered a stuttering "thank you" and reluctantly retreated to the other end of the room.

Jeff poured fresh drinks from the margarita pitcher. "I never thought --," he began, but Jill interrupted him.

"You haven't finished unwrapping your present." She remained half reclining against the back of the booth. Jeff bent over her, placing one hand back of her neck and lifting her head to meet his probing kiss. His other hand again caressed her breasts, very gently now. Her body began moving slightly under his touch. Jeff eased Jill's blouse off her shoulders and slid it down her arms until she was completely free of it. Her shoulders were smooth, while her collarbones were delicate, as were the bones of her arms, wrists, and fingers. His hand traced them all, and her entire body quivered. Her breasts, she soon discovered, fit exactly into his cupped hands, and equally well into his mouth. She clutched him spasmodically, urgently, as he caressed and kissed and fondled and sucked her breasts as she writhed beneath him. 

Jeff finally brought his fingers to the two buttons holding her skirt together. He freed first one and then the other, moving his hand down over her stomach and abdomen, probing her deep navel, tantalizing her by bringing his hand first closer but then further away from the tops of her legs. He stroked her abdomen and after what seemed an eternity to Jill, lightly touched the thick hair of her pussy, then ran his hand across the arc of her hip and down the outside of her leg to her knee, completely freeing her from the skirt. She was finally, completely, gloriously naked.

She drew her knee up and he moved his hand down her leg, cupping her calf, massaging it firmly, then moved his hand back up her leg to her knee, where he moved his fingers in tiny circles. Jill moved her legs apart, one knee still bent, for him to touch her between her thighs. He brought his hand to the inside of her knee and began to caress her there, moving his hand leisurely up her inner thigh to the point where her stocking had ended and then bringing it back again to her knee.

His mouth was still busy at her breasts and she clutched the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his thick hair, pulling his head into her breasts with all her strength. He responded with little nips and bites on her breasts and nipples, keeping his tongue busy as well. 

Meanwhile he lengthened his caress of her thigh to include the whole sweep of her legs, moving his hand up one thigh and then another. At last he reached to touch her pussy, and lightly and tantalizingly stroking her flesh at the tops of her inner thighs, drawing his fingers along both sides of her pussy lips, toying with the hair above it, moving all around it but in narrowing circles until at long last his fingers found her opening.

Jill screamed out in ecstasy as she felt the orgasm build to its peak and take her completely in wave after wave. Her body jerked in huge spasms that overwhelmed her. She could only give herself over to the demands of her body, entirely beyond her control. 

The racking spasms finally began to diminish, both in frequency and in intensity, and she lay back exhausted but already feeling the desire begin to grow again within her. She had never been so completely overwhelmed. It was only then that she realized that Jeff had not been inside her at all, not even with his fingers. Her body had reacted only to his persistent touch. She couldn't begin to think what would happen when he did find his way to the place where she was even more sensitive and responsive.

Becoming once more aware of their surroundings, they both looked up and around to discover that they were alone in the room. All the customers, the dancers, and the waitresses and bartenders had gone without either of them noticing. Jeff stood back from her and reveled in Jill's nakedness. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He removed what remained of his shirt, then slipped out of his shoes, pulled off his socks, slid out of his khakis and briefs and rejoined her. 

He tenderly kissed her temple, both her eyes, the tip of her nose, and nibbled gently and flicked his tongue into the delicate inner folds of her earlobes. He ran his tongue down the line of her jaw and sucked lightly on her chin. Only then did he begin kissing her mouth, but she broke the kiss and brought his head down to her breasts.

Jill let him move his lips and tongue and teeth over her breasts and nipples while his fingers roamed between her thighs and began to stroke first her pussy lips and then her clitoris. She responded by moving her hands restlessly over his chest and back, then down over his buttocks and hips and the back of his thighs until her searching fingers returned to his stomach and began to caress his abdomen, moving downward and taking hold of his cock.

He was fully erect. His cock was circumcised, and the head of his cock felt like a velvet cap topping his long, smooth, erect shaft. She caressed it gently, wanting to make it larger and larger, wanting it to ram into her, wanting to take it into her mouth and suck it as he had sucked her breasts and nipples, desires real in her that she had only heard about and had been afraid of before. But no longer.

Jill pushed against the top of Jeff's head, pushed his shoulders down, felt his weight against her moving down her body until he moved away from her and knelt at her feet. He lifted her foot and flicked his tongue rapidly over her toes, then brought her big toe into his mouth and sucked it, massaging her calf at the same time. He did the same with her other foot, again sucking the toe, and began kissing her feet, sucking her heels, licking her insteps, her insoles, working his way slowly up to her ankles, hands and lips and tongue all busy on her skin.

She couldn't reach any part of him. She could only feel his ministrations and feel the frustration of being unable to touch him the way he was touching her. She put her hands on her breasts and began to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. But that was no good, Jeff's touch was too insistent, and she raised her arms above her head and lay back, giving herself up to his attentions.

He had worked his way to her knees, finding sensual trigger points she had never imagined existed, sucking the inside of her knee and behind it. He turned her over so that she was face down and began moving his tongue slowly up the backs of her thighs while his hands massaged the flesh of her buttocks. His fingers ran lightly up the crack of her ass. His tongue traced the line of her bottom and flicked just once at her pussy.

He moved over her, bent to kiss the back of her neck, traced her spine with his tongue, ran his hands over her back and up and down her sides from her knees to her armpits, his fingers always coming back to her ass, forcing themselves between her thighs, fleetingly touching her pussy before moving somewhere else and then somewhere else again until her whole body had become one entire erogenous zone. There was nowhere that he might touch her now that would not send waves of sensuality through her.

He turned her back to face him, pulling her hands to him, sucking her fingers, licking her palms, the inside of her wrists, the bend of her elbows, and most wonderfully the hollows of her armpits. Then his mouth worked its way down, his tongue drawing a straight line from the base of her throat, down between her breasts, further down to her navel, finally to cross her slightly rounded abdomen and arrive at the spot where he had been intending to go all along. 




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He kissed her there, licking at her moisture, and finally lifting her legs so her knees were over his shoulders and bending his head down, lightly spreading the lips of her pussy, opening her like a flower, kissing her deeply there, sucking her juices and thrusting his tongue into her most intimate flesh until the waves began to take her again and her hips began to move up and down and rotate against his face as he let her move, not trying to fight or control her movements but following them as well as he could, still working his tongue into the throbbing inner tissues of her pussy, moving his hands against her buttocks, massaging her hips, riding the waves as they surged through her...

And lifted his head and lowered her legs and moved beside her, letting the waves subside before they reached the peak of the surge, caressing her hair and her cheek and kissing her mouth tenderly. She could taste her own juices in his mouth. 

Jill held the kiss, held his head in both her hands, tickling her fingers in his ears, keeping her mouth on his as she turned on her side, forcing him back against the cushioned seat as she went on her knees beside him and began to caress his face and chest, letting him caress her arms and shoulders in return, then moving her lips to the base of his throat and to his nipples, sucking them, moving her hand again to his cock as he tried to reach her pussy, moving so that he could reach his fingers just inside her pussy. 

She stroked his cock very slowly up and down the full length of his shaft, then bending her head over it and licking the swollen tip, taking a drop that oozed from it into her mouth, then licking the shaft, moving her head sideways to curve her tongue around one side of his cock and bathing it up and down, finally poising her lips above it and taking the cap into her mouth, enclosing it with her lips and attacking it with her flicking, darting tongue. 

He moved two fingers rhythmically inside her pussy and clutched at her breast with his other hand, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, moving his hips and thrusting with his groin as she took the full length of his straining cock in her mouth and moved her head up and down, sheathing him with her mouth, her lips sealed around the smooth skin, her tongue bathing his cock while his fingers moved deep in her pussy and her juices began to flow in a flood of seastuff.

She lifted herself from his grasp and raised one leg and moved it over his and moved her body first upward and then down over him, finding the tip of his cock with the lips of her pussy and lowering herself over it, taking the tip inside her and gasping as she felt her tissues stretch and pull, easing herself down over his ramrod-hard cock, ignoring the tearing pain as her inner tissues tore a little before expanding to take in his cock at its full length and girth until she was fully straddling him, her ass resting on the tops of his thighs, and he raised his knees to give her body a better purchase and she reached back and grasped one of his ankles and thrust her pelvis forward and back as his rose up and down but in a rotating motion until every spot inside her pussy was enflamed by the contact.

His hands rose to her breasts and clutched them in the same rhythm as his thrusting pelvis and they moved together until he felt himself very near ejaculation and slowed his thrusts, wanting to carry her as far as possible, but she felt herself nearing climax as well and increased her motions, he no longer thrusting but letting her carry herself and him into wherever they were going and he felt her begin to come just a few seconds before he reached the final limits and he began to ejaculate inside her, the hot semen exploding and bursting up within her like a geyser erupting as she began to scream again and again and he felt the hot juices of her own climax surrounding his cock, and she arched her back but pushed forward, grinding her pelvis into his and ramming her breasts into his hands, then rising up with one great shriek before collapsing across his chest...

he keeping his cock inside her but too exhausted to do anything more and she the same, moving one hand slightly and caressing his face once as he wound the fingers of one hand into her hair and both of them fell asleep.



Jill Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- La Donna e Mobile

"We have to place her on the table over there!" Pratt said to the nurse.

There was a low examining table in the corner. Jill looked around her, obviously wondering what was about to happen. I tried to meet her eyes, but she avoided my gaze. Connie wheeled the stretcher near the table, and smiled forcefully at Jill. 

"Could you please ask Moira to help us?" the doctor said.

The nurse nodded and left. A minute later she returned, followed by another nurse. 

Jill was lifted up and her upper back was placed on the table. At the same time, Connie slipped something resembling a high stool under Jill's posterior. The doctor pulled a padded bar from under the stool, and adjusted it so that it propped up the calf of her injured leg. Her right leg was pushed sideways, her foot rested on a low stool.

"What are you going to do?" I asked worriedly.

"Her femur is broken. She will be put in a cast," Pratt said.

I studied Jill's face, waiting for her reaction. She just took a deep breath and sighed. 

"The good news is that the fracture is not displaced and there is no need of surgery," the doctor added.

"This makes me brimming with joy," Jill said scornfully. 

"Very good! The joy is always helpful, young lady."

"I am just nervous and scared. Don't pay attention to my words!" Jill replied.

"I know how you feel, dear," Pratt said and smiled in pure Santa Claus manner. 

The doctor dismissed Moira and cut a length of stockinette. He slipped it on Jill's toes and pulled it up her foot, then over her ankle. As he reached her calf, he had to lift her leg slightly. Jill winced and clenched her teeth, stifling a scream. The doctor excused himself and waited for the pain to abate. A minute later, the upper part of the stokinette was drawn up to her panties. 

"Nice leg. What a shame that you broke it." Pratt said. 

"I was reluctant to do it myself so I asked a big pick-up truck to help me," Jill explained mockingly. 

"The truck did a great job, making such a nice fracture." 

"It seems you are serious," Jill said and looked intently at the doctor.

"Of course, I am serious. The fracture is not displaced, and there is no need of surgery. I am not being paid to make fun of the patients," he said and laughed.

"This truck obviously had the penchant for making things nice, but I would like to find the driver nevertheless." I interjected. 

"I am sure I won't be left jobless," Pratt said. 

Jill giggled, then willed herself to lie still as the pain intensified. 

"I have to do something that may cause you some embarrassment," Pratt announced. 

"I think I will live through it," Jill said slightingly.

"I hope so. I will have to remove your panties."

Her blue eyes widened in surprise. 

"Is it really necessary?" she asked.

"I can't apply the cast with your panties on."

"Why?" 

"You won't be able to take them off and that could be a big problem if you have to go to the bathroom."

"I thought that only my leg..." Jill started. 

"Your hip joint has to be immobilized. I am going to place you in a single hip spica cast."

"Do what you have to do!" she said nervously. 

Pratt pulled her dress up over her waist, cut her panties off, and quickly covered her vagina with a strip of gauze. 

"Thank you," Jill said softly. 

Pratt nodded and began wrapping her delicate ankle with wadding. At the same time, Connie wrapped a large stockinette around her waist and taped it in place. 

"We have only white fiberglass now," Pratt said as he finished with the wadding.

"Girls are supposed to like the rose, aren't they?" Jill said with disgust.

"In most cases, that's what they really like."

"White will do fine."

"I am of the same mind with you," the doctor said and began to roll the wet fiberglass around her instep. 

"What a bad day!" Jill exclaimed.

"I will try to make up for it by putting you in a nice cast." 

"I don't think it is funny at all," she said and glared at the doctor.

Pratt smoothed the fiberglass covering her calf, and then moved up towards her knee.



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Jill's sweatpants were still wet in several places. She shifted her legs, and then frantically looked in her glove box for her insurance card. Her driver's license was in her purse... in her bedroom.

"Shit, shit, shit." Jill said between clenched teeth.

The police officer tapped her window with his pen. Jill lowered the window and presented her best real estate agent smile.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Jill asked.

"You tell me. Are you lost, little lady?" the police officer asked, eyeing the black bags in the back seat.

"No. I mean, yes. I think I took a wrong turn, but I'm okay now." Jill's smile holding steady.

"What's in the bags?" the officer pulled out a flashlight.

"Ummm, party favors. They're party favors for a bachelorette party for a friend of my daughter's." Jill offered.

"Mind if I have a look?" the officer asked.

"Do you have to? It's a little embarrassing. Besides, I really need to get home." Jill's smile began to fade.

"Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I see something that looks suspicious. You look out of place. Something doesn't add up, and I want to check it out. If you're not doing anything illegal, you're free to go. Clear?" the officer explained, waiting for Jill to unlock the back door.

Jill slid her finger along the unlock switch and the police officer opened the door behind her. When he dumped the contents of the bags onto her back seat, he stepped back and laughed.

"Lady, if you're not telling the truth, you have issues." He smiled at her, closing the door.

"Can I go, now?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, you can go. Watch yourself, or someone else will." He added.

Jill read his nameplate. Friendly. 

"Thank you, officer." Jill's smile returned, not exactly sure what he meant.

"Friendly, Officer Friendly." The policeman grinned. His white teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. He turned and walked back toward his patrol car. He spoke into his radio on his shoulder before getting inside, and then drove past her. 

"He seemed nice," Jill thought, remembering what Sammy had said, and dismissing it as coincidence.

Jill managed to get home before her husband or daughter and quickly hid the party favors under her bed. She would be able to explain over $700 worth of dildos and vibrators to her husband easily enough, but her 18-year-old daughter might get other ideas. Her daughter had started her freshman year of college only a month ago, but she still came home almost every other weekend to spend time with her high school friends or Jill's sister with the huge in-ground pool. 

It was Friday. Her husband's flight was scheduled to land in an hour. She had just enough time to take a bath.

As Jill undressed, she looked at herself a little differently in the mirror. She remembered the video in the adult bookstore, and how the young white girl had her hairless pussy fucked hard by two hairless black dicks. 

She may have been 38 years old, but her body looked better than most girls half her age.

Jill tugged at the barely noticeable tuft of orange pubic hair. She pressed some of her husband's shaving cream into her hand, and then lightly tapped it on her pubic mound. She rinsed his razor under hot water, and then, with one swipe, shaved the few remaining strands of hair from above her pussy. Jill wiped her mound clean with a washcloth, and then stepped in front of her full-length mirror to admire the new look.

"Not bad." Jill thought out loud as she turned side to side.

Naked, she walked back to the bed, and knelt down. She reached under the bed for one of the boxed dildos. 

"Not that one," Jill shoved it back under and reached for another.

"There we go." Jill beamed.

She opened the cardboard box and let a chocolate-colored 10" dildo fall onto the bed. The toy was molded after a porn star, and was one of the more expensive models thanks to the featured hand-painted veins and suction-cupped base. 

The head of the toy was easily as thick as Jill's wrist and became wider toward the base. 

She walked back in front of the mirror and imagined herself being roughly handled while this black dick pressed against her face, her belly, and her ass.

Within seconds, Jill could feel her clitoris begin to throb. She rinsed the toy under warm water, and then sat in front of her full-length mirror. She turned her body this way and that until her position resembled that of the girl in the movie. The toy in her hand was easily twice as thick as the poles of the skinny black men in the video, but Jill was willing to improvise. Her wet pussy easily lubricated the dildo, but she had to push it in slowly. Only the first three inches would go in, but that was enough. 

She eased the dildo in and out for a few minutes before changing positions. She wasn't strong enough to push it any further inside her, so she decided to squat on top of the toy. 

The bedroom was carpeted, so she moved to the tiled floor in the bathroom. The suction cup base held the large dildo in place, but now she couldn't see what she was doing. 

As she walked back into the bedroom to move the full-length mirror, she heard the garage door open.

"Fuck!" Jill said, frustrated.

She quickly took the dildo box off the top of the bed and threw it under. She almost slipped as she tried to unstick the dildo from the floor. The suction cup worked well. She finally dislodged the toy and folded it in a towel, then carefully stepped into the shower.

"Honey, I'm home!" Jill's husband, Brian called.

"I'm in the shower!" Jill replied.

Brian climbed the stairs to the bedroom, and began to undress. Although he was exhausted, he was finding the energy to take advantage of the situation.

"Our daughter is going to stay with your sister this weekend. I just got off the phone with her." Brian called out from the bedroom.

The water was finally starting to get warm. Jill's nipples stuck out stiff from her breasts.

She hadn't intended to rub her clit while she showered, but she couldn't help herself. She abruptly stopped when Brian opened the shower door.

"Can I come inside?" He asked.

"Of course. We're married, right?" Jill smiled.

"I meant inside the shower, Jill." Brian corrected her before noticing her clean-shaven mound. "Whoa, what made you do that?"

"I don't know. Just thought I'd try a new look. Do you like it?" Jill turned, giving him a view of her swollen clit. 

Brian reached for her pussy as she reached for his thickening cock. They kissed hard while he ran his hand over her smooth mound and slid three fingers inside her. His thumb pressed hard and then rolled around over her clitoris. Jill's knees went weak. 

She squatted down and engulfed his manhood. He wasn't as thick as the toy, or as long, but his seven inches had given her countless orgasms. She was familiar with every angle; every vein, and every spasm he would create just before climax. 

She took his entire length down her throat – something she had never done before. The act surprised both of them and Brian came on Jill's face as she gagged.

"Holy shit!" Brian exclaimed.

"Yeah, holy shit!" Jill looked up at him, his come instantly being rinsed from her face.

Brian had come on her face before, but this time she actually enjoyed it.

He helped her to her feet, and Jill stepped out of the shower first. 

She reached for a towel, and caught the dildo before it hit the floor. Jill quickly wrapped the toy back in the towel and carried it to the bedroom.

Brian stepped out of the shower and searched for another towel, giving Jill just enough time to throw the toy under the bed and lay out her towel. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and then laid back. As Brian walked in, Jill pulled her legs back, exposing her smooth pussy and pink asshole. His mouth was on her pussy in seconds.

Brian had always made Jill come with his mouth. This time was no different. He rolled his tongue over her clit and between her labia, nibbling gently at first, and then pressing a little harder. He introduced two fingers inside her, pressing upward, rubbing up and back. Jill could feel the orgasm building, but she had been on the brink twice in the last ten minutes. She wanted him to take her over the edge.

Jill reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy, and guided it to her ass. Brian continued to use his mouth and tongue on her and grabbed at her ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, but Jill guided his middle finger to her asshole. When he paused, she bucked her pussy hard into his face, causing his nose to sting and his eyes to water. 

"Finger my asshole." Jill whispered.

Brian's cock twitched. He was already hard, but now he was afraid he might come before he even had a chance to make love to her.

Brian licked Jill's pussy faster as he carefully slid his middle finger into Jill's rectum.

He had only pushed an inch of his finger inside when Jill let out a loud moan.

"That's it! Yes!" Jill cried.

Brian pushed his finger in further, and Jill grabbed his wrist. He began to withdraw his finger from her asshole – afraid he'd hurt her – but Jill stopped him. Instead, she pulled his arm so his finger would go in deeper. She wanted him to finger-fuck her ass. He pumped his finger into Jill's bottom faster and faster as he struggled to keep his mouth on her pussy.

In what would have sounded like a cry of pain to anyone else, Jill came hard. She flooded Brian's mouth as her anus cut off all circulation to his finger. 

Brian knew that Jill could have multiple waves of orgasm, so he continued to lap at her gushing pussy until she finally asked him to stop.

"It's okay. I'm good. That was fantastic." Jill panted.

She pushed him back, stood up, and then turned around. She crawled up on the bed on all fours with her ass facing him, then bent down to her elbows.

"If you promise to be quick, you can come in my ass, sweetheart." Jill said as she looked over her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll just take another shower."

Brian was beside himself. He wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but he also knew that she hadn't liked the two previous times he had wanted to fuck her in the ass. The fact that she wasn't only willing, but asking him...

"My pussy first, please." Jill startled him. "I don't want you tearing me apart."

Brian easily slid his swollen dick inside her wet cunt. She pushed back against him, forcing his entire length inside.

"There, that should do it, don't you think?" Jill asked. She sounded almost drunk.

She pulled forward until just the head of Brian's dick remained inside her pussy. Brian waited for a moment, then withdrew his slick member and placed the head at her puckered asshole.

Jill moved back as he held his tool steady. There was resistance at first, but she pushed back harder until the head of Brian's cock disappeared inside her rectum.

Jill exhaled deeply. 

Brian felt her relax and pushed himself in a little deeper.

Jill clenched the bed sheets. This hurt. She wasn't sure what made her think it would be any different, and right now it hurt.

"Wait a minute." Jill interrupted. "Come lay down. I want to be on top."

Brian did as he was told and Jill positioned herself so she could ease herself down on him.

He had a perfect view of her bald pussy. He still couldn't believe she did that. 

She squeezed his dick hard as she guided it into her asshole, this time with less resistance.

As Brian's come filled her bowels, Jill felt less and less pain. She bounced on his cock three more times before it popped out of her ass, followed by a seemingly endless stream of semen.

Jill leaned forward and kissed Brian all over his face.

"Thank you." Jill said between kisses. "Thank you for fucking me in the ass, sweetheart."

"Anytime?" Brian asked. "What's gotten into you – not that I'm complaining?"

"I don't know. I just felt like getting a little wild with my husband. Okay?" Jill asked as she stepped off the bed. Come dripped down her legs and she quickly stepped into the shower.

Brian laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, while their daughter, Andi, quietly sneaked back into her room. He didn't realize she needed to come home to grab some clothes for the weekend.

"Way to go, mom and dad." Andi whispered. She witnessed her parent's sex act from behind the partially opened bedroom door. Like her mother, Andi would get very wet when aroused, and the crotch of her jeans was soaked.

"That was awesome."



Jill Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Oh Mom!

Jill's alarm clock blared at 6:30 early Saturday morning just as I reached her window. I hoped to say good bye (secretly hoping for more) before her family left for the Art Museum. I wished I was going with them, but had to take the ACT test because I bombed my first attempt.

Jill pounded the machine. Finally, she found the right button and turned off the annoying buzz. As the cob webs from the night cleared her head, she reflected on last night's events.

Jill smiled and giggled as she recalled the difficulty she had in getting her boyfriend's thick cock into her tight virgin pussy. But, oh God was it so worth the effort. She had the best orgasm of her young life.

As the memories were dancing through her head, she slowly brought her fingers to her swollen, red, lipped pussy. She was surprised how much discomfort she felt. She knew from talking with her girlfriends that the next morning could be a physical challenge. Now, she knew what they met.

Jill was curious and pulled her covers down to inspect her frail used pussy. She was amazed by the huge 'wet spot' that formed around her body. Surely, she hadn't wet the bed?

She dabbed her fingers on the slick wet area and brought them to her nose. "Nope, not pee; cum." She realized. She reached for the hand mirror on her night stand and held it so she could give herself a closer examination. She could not believe the amount of dried cum that stuck to her inner thighs and matted in her thin layer of pubic hair. 

She flaked some of the little peeling layers from her silky thighs. Smiling, she picked one of the larger pieces and placed it in her mouth. The images of last night raced through her head as the heady tastes of their combined juices filled her senses.

As these memories drifted, Jill spread her sore lips. She was curious if she looked different; she certainly felt different. As her lips parted, she contracted her muscles and pushed. Some remnants of last night's juices trickled out her sore little hole and over her puckered ass. The sight was extremely erotic. 

She quickly moved her hands to her clit. One hand exposed the little bead; while the other furiously rubbed. Jill moaned quietly as she brought herself to a glorious morning's cum. She basked in orgasmic delight as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

There was a knock on the door. "Jill, honey, it's time to get up so we can go to the Art Museum," Jean, Jill's mother, said. Jean was 36. She had dark hair like her daughter; however, Jean was 5 feet, 3 inches tall; a full four inches taller than Jill. She had the curves of a mature woman with a 38DD-30-38 figure and weighed about 140 pounds.

No answer followed. So, like every mother does, she entered to wake her slumbering daughter. Jean froze mid step as she opened the door.

Still in dream land, Jill laid in the middle of her bed with a three foot puddle of mixed sexual juices framing her mid section. The room was ripe with the tell tale aroma of a hot and sweaty night of sex. Jean suspected Jill and I had sex for the first time last night when she and her husband, Jake, came to say, "Good Night" to their birthday girl.

When they entered, the room smelled of musky sex but not as bad as it did now. However, when she gave her daughter her traditional good night kiss, she tasted the familiar taste of cum on her lips. At that point, she and her husband made a graceful exit. Jean had always shared a very open relationship with her daughter and wanted to discuss this with her. But, Jean feared she would be intruding on Jill because she could tell they interrupted their first time and feared I might be hiding in the room. 

Jean looked at the massive wet spot. She saw the signs that Jill had lost her virginity and marveled at the amount of combined love juices puddled around her. As see scanned the area, most of the area had dried, but there was a small pool that glistened in the early morning light. She carefully dabbed her fingers in the pungent mix, brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. This caused the juices in her pussy to flow. As she pondered the affects this potent liquid had on her, she absent mindedly sucked the hypnotic juice from her fingers.

Jean swayed softly has these feelings ran through her. As her mom rocked slowly, the subtle changes in the light gently awoke Jill. As she returned to consciousness, Jill saw her mother hovering near her with one hand in her mouth sucking on her fingers. The other hand had pulled her panties aside and was slowly rubbing her clit.

Jill was initially mortified that her mom found her in this state AND that she caught her mom 'jilling' presumably tasting some of the sex juices puddled around her. Jill knew the erotic affect that my cum had on her and assumed it had the same affect on her mother. 

Jean rubbed her nub as fast as she could. The build up she felt had her juices flowing freely down to her trembling knees. The massive eruption was so near, yet she could not get over the edge until she finally thrust two fingers into her dripping cunt. Jean let out a muffled moan of "Oh, GAWWWWD!" as her knees buckled and she tumbled on to the bed. When she realized what she had done, Jean was staring directly at her daughter. 

"Talk about awkward!" Jill giggled to her mom. 

"Oh, Jill, I am so," Jean was cut off by her daughter. 

"Mom, I promised I would stay a virgin until I was 18 and I kept that promise. Last night was so amazing. I know the affects that Tim's cum as on me and I can only assume it affects you the same way."

"Jill, baby, I am so happy you enjoyed your first time, but I am totally out of line."

"Mom, did you enjoy yourself just now? No one was hurt, were they?" Jill drilled her mother.

"Yes. And no," Jean responded.

"Then what do you have to be ashamed about?" Jill questioned.

Jean knew in her heart she was running down a slippery path. If she didn't change the direction of the conversation, she was afraid where Jill might take her. Jean had always been quite open and honest with Jill. Now, she feared they were on the verge of breaking some sacred societal taboo. So, she chose her words very carefully.

"Jill, there are boundaries that parents and children need to abide by and I clearly crossed the lines. I can't take back what I did, even though I wish I could."

Jill interrupted, "Mom, your right." Jill wanted to take her mom off the defensive. What she was secretly thinking was, "You told me to live my life by one set of values my whole life. Now that you see the results, you want to start over. I don't think so!"

Jill knew how to get what she wanted from her mother. She had mastered this at a very early age. So she threw her plan into action.

"Mom, now that all that is behind us," she made a grand gesture all her mother. "Would you look at something and tell me if it is normal?" 

Jean wanted to change the subject disparately. She replied, "Yes, baby anything."

Jill quickly swung around facing her mother, lay back with her knees up and said, "Tim has a huge penis mom, it took a long time and a lot of effort for him to get inside my small hole. It is so sore. Did his BIG, HARD, THROBBING COCK hurt me in some way?" Jill knew she had her mother. There was no way she could back out now.

Jean was concerned for her daughter but the sly minx had her so turned on with her seductive actions. She lowered herself between her daughter's legs and looked at the swollen, puffy, red lips of her well used pussy and quickly replied, "No, everything looks normal."

Jill quickly said, "Look right here," as she parted her labia and exposed her battered tunnel. Her mother approached again as Jill flexed her inner muscles trying to force out a bit of my cum. Jill's efforts where rewarded as a bubble of cum formed slowly. 

"Look mom, I have a serious issue," Jill pleaded. The rich intoxicating smell of my cum had Jean's pussy running wet. She knew what she was about to due was wrong, but she had to taste that hot cum oozing from her daughter's raw hole.

Without thinking further, Jean inhaled the fragrant musk and placed her tongue on the tiny bubbles. As her tongue reached its target, the bubbles began to pop sending little splashes of cum across her taste buds. This added favor caused Jean to go into sexual overdrive and she drove her tongue into Jill's swollen tunnel searching for more of my hot spunk. 

I was thankful there was a shrub about 8 feet tall and 4 feet around outside Jill's window. I burrowed into it as I dropped my shorts and started to stroke my hard cock. I had never witnessed anything like this before and was so turned on.

Jill had never experienced anything like this before. Occasionally, she would allow me to dry hump her and last night we made love for the first time, but this was different. As her mother's soft tongue explored, Jill knew this was something she loved and couldn't wait for me to drive my tongue into her pussy.

Soon, Jill began to feel the familiar build of an impending orgasm. Her mother eagerly searched for every last drop of cum as she gripped Jill's small waste and pulled her young pussy to her darting tongue. Jill was so close and wanted to explode. Her knees where trembling. Suddenly, she lost the footing of her right leg. As it slipped, she quickly lifted both legs and wrapped them around her mother's head. Jill was desperately trying to drive her mother's tongue into her magical spot. Just then, Jean ground her tongue into her pussy that extra last bit as Jill's flood gates opened sending wave after wave of electric pulses which radiated through her entire being.

Jill's grip around her mother's head became more intense. She had driven her mother's face into her pussy and it was difficult for Jean to breath. After a few seconds, Jean was struggling for air desperately trying to get free. Jill was clueless as the waves of her orgasm swept across her body as she rode the high. 

Jean knew she was beginning to lose consciousness and made a last ditch effort to breathe. She thrust her face forward. Although she didn't achieve the breath of air she so desperately needed, her mouth was now on Jill's clit. On the edge of delirium, Jean flicked her tongue to expose Jill's clit from its hood and bit as hard as she dared.

This new sensation caused Jill to experience yet another high even though she had not come down from the first. Jill's legs shot straight out, releasing the death grip she had on her mother. The extreme sensations were driving Jill to orgasmic overload and suddenly Jill passed out.

Jean lay hunched at her daughter's feet gasping for breath and was oblivious of Jill. Slowly, the cool morning air refreshed her lungs and the new sexual aroma caused by Jill's orgasm overwhelmed Jean's senses. When it came to after glow of sex, the thing that Jean loved the most was the intense musky aroma of a pussy's powerful secretions. She loved the fragrance she emitted and her daughter's was just as enticing to her. She was lost in her own little world and was subconsciously rubbing her aroused pussy.

Jill slowly regained consciousness. Her sense of smell slowly brought her back. As she breathed, she smelled the overly strong pungent aroma of sex. Her pussy had been tasted for the first time and this seemed to unleash new exotic odors that served as an aphrodisiac. She had never been this sexually charged in all her life. 

As Jill became aware of her other senses, she opened her eyes to discover the source of a slight rocking sensation. She looked toward her feet were her mother absently fingered her wet twat. Hoarsely, Jill spoke, "Mom, you horn dog," and then she giggled and moved to her mother's side.

The two women embraced and gave each other a quick kiss. The kiss was more a mother-daughter kiss than anything sexual. Jill looked at her mother with a questioning look and asked, "Mom, when did you learn how to do that?"

Jean, who was always completely honest with her daughter, said, "Back when I was in high school, my girlfriends and I would have slumber parties. During these parties, we would talk about boys and what boys wanted or tried to do with us. Occasionally, we would do 'certain things' to see what all the fuss was about."

"Certain things?" Jill questioned looking at her mother with an "Oh My God" expression on her face. 

Jean quickly answered, "We would French kiss, play with each others boobs, eat each others pussies and other things." Anticipating the rebuff from her daughter, Jean added, "Yes, other things like finger fucking. Once, a friend brought her mother's vibrator and we all had five minutes to show the girls 'our best performance.' We went through three battery changes that night," she laughed.

Jill knew her mother was no saint, but had no idea just how wild she really was. Then, she thought about her sheltered life thus far and asked, "Mom, may I return the favor?" Jean looked at her daughter puzzled at her meaning.

"Mom, I want to eat your pussy," Jill stated gruffly. "You had all that experience in high school, and I want some as well. Unfortunately, my girlfriends aren't as liberated as yours were." Jill looked at her mother and they hugged. Jean remembered the tender love she shared with her high school girlfriends and wanted to share this with her daughter.

When I heard Jill say that, my cock hardened and a long string of pre-cum oozed from the tip. I tried to capture as much as possible and lube my sore cock. I didn't know how much longer I would last but knew I was going to blow a large load when Jill licked her mom's pussy. The images raced through my mind.

Without a word, Jean looked at her beautiful daughter with a knowing glance, slowing reclined and rested her head on her daughter's pillow. Jill seized the moment, tenderly spread her mother's legs and kissed her inner thighs. That lust filled pussy of her mother's emitted its smoldering sexual aroma Jill had craved.

Nearly drooling, Jill worked her way up her mother's thighs to her hairy "V." Jill slowly stroked her fingers through her mother's lush grove. She started running her fingers over her labia and worked her way up to just below her belly button. Jill had seen her mother naked before on countless occasions but could not believe the thick and coarse hairs of her pussy patch. Jill was a late bloomer and barely had any hair at all. The sparse hair that did grow was very fine and formed a small triangle just above her little nub.

As Jill repeatedly ran her fingers through her mother's hair, she would tighten her fingers together and pull up extending the curly hair to its full two and a half inch length. When the hair fell from her fingers, she would quickly repeat the process. Wanting her daughter to explore her womanly charms, Jean allowed this to go on even though she grew impatient. 

Finally, Jean started directing her daughter. "Spread my labia baby. That's it. Look at the beautiful pink colors. Watch has I flex my pelvic muscles." Jill was familiar with all the parts her mother described. She had spent hours masturbating with her mirror watching herself and wondering what sex would look and feel like.

Jean told her daughter to lift her clitoral hood and gently kiss, lick or suck the tender nubbin. Jill slowly exposed the hidden button and slowly approached. She gave it a quick kiss and breathed in deeply. The aroma was heavenly and the taste on her lips was wonderful. She quickly flicked her tongue across the hardened nub. Soon, Jill drove her tongue into her clit. She outlined the area around the base between the hood and the clit. Then, she repeated her efforts driving her mother further and further into her pending orgasm.

Jean kept encouraging her daughter. "OK, baby, you are doing great. Oh, Gawd, yes. OK, now wet a finger baby. Yes, like that. Good and sloppy, let's see the strings of spit baby. Good. Now, slowly put it in my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

Jill knew how much she liked getting fucked and didn't think one finger would satisfy her mother. So, she shifted from her mother's clit to the gapping hole her sawing finger assaulted. Jill lubed her other fingers as she intensified her finger fuck. Within seconds, she had two, then three..., four fingers ramming into her mother as she hammered them with the sole purpose of bringing her over the top.

Jean began to thrust in perfect time to Jill's assault. Jill began to experiment and slowly curled her fingers to cup her thumb. With the next thrust, Jill's entire fist was in her mother's clenching cunt. Jean immediately felt the fist knocking against her cervix and the increased girth radiated against her pulsing muscles as she rocked into a series of orgasms that shocked her to her core. 

Jill realized she had brought her mother to a crashing climax and immediately slowed her assault. She kept her closed fist deep in her mother. Jill's arm was only visible from half the distance from her wrist to her elbow. Jill loved the contractions she felt as her mother rode one massive wave to the next. As one wave would lose intensity, Jill would slightly shift her fist and this was set off another round for her mother.

Soon, Jean reached the saturation point and could no longer tolerate the intensity of her orgasms and begged Jill to stop. Jill was all too familiar with these sensations from the previous night and slowly pulled her creamy cum covered arm from her mother's quaking pussy. As her wrist became visible, Jill slowly straightened her fingers to remove her hand. 

This sent Jean into another powerfully charged climax. As she bucked the vacuum seal broke, the sucking, clutching pelvic muscle released Jill's hand from her gapping hole. Jill just stared, awestruck. Her mother's labia were soaked with sweat, spit and her juices and stuck open to her matted pubic hair. This erotic sight had her lips spread open exposing her deep clutching channel into the dark abyss from which see entered the world.

I purposely had stopped beating off because I hoped Jill would invite me in for a quickie when her mom left. However, the sound and sight from Jill's hand plopping out of her mom's gapping hole sent me our the edge. When I witnessed that erotic site and sound, I shot six powerful streams of cum onto the siding below Jill's window. My knees grew weak and buckled as I fell to the ground panting. Not wanting to miss the erotic show, I quickly forced myself to recover and resumed my position.

As Jill watched her mother come down from this intense high, she absent-mindedly suckled her fingers like a child; cleaning them of her mother's most private nectar. When Jean recovered, she asked Jill to snuggle her. Jill quickly nestled into her mother's arm and rested her head on her bosom.

Jill thanked her mother for showing her love only a woman could share with another woman. She felt truly blessed to share this with her own mother. As she idly played with her hair basking in her post sexual bliss, she suddenly realized she was staring at her alarm clock. It was 8:37 and they had to be on the road by 9:30 if they were going to make the Art Museum's opening. 

Jill quickly sprang up, "Oh my Gawd! We have less than an hour before we have to leave. We gotta move mom!" Both women frantically jumped off the bed. Jill darted toward her adjoining bathroom and Jean quickly dressed and headed to the master bath. 

As Jill enter her bathroom, she turned and said, "I love you, mom." 

"I you love too, baby," Jean said blowing a kiss to her daughter as she hurried down the hall to the Master Bedroom.

Jill heard a slight tapping on her window as her bedroom door closed. She hurried back into her room and looked at the window which was still ajar from my quick exit last night. Jill peak out using the curtain as a shield and saw me smiling with an ass-eating grin.




Jill Ch. 02



"You little perv!" Jill exclaimed. She knew from my expression I had seen some of the action with her mom. "How long have you been there?" she quickly quizzed. 

I replied, "Just as the alarm sounded. I wanted to make sure you woke up in time for your trip." 

I expected Jill to be mortified, but to my surprise, she said, "I wish you would have joined. It seems my mother loves your cum as much as I do." With that quick response, she leaned out the window and gave me a quick kiss and said, "Love you." 

As she retreated back into her room, she spied the massive load of cum oozing down the side of the house. She smirked, turned and raced for the bathroom to get ready. Missing a stride, she quickly turned and said, "Promise me you won't jerk off AGAIN until you see me Sunday night. Promise me already!"

I looked at her with a questioning look and said, "OK?" 

Jill was gone in a flash as I heard the shower start. I wondered what all the "jerk off" talk was about. Then, my mind started racing. I knew Jill had something planned that would top what I just saw. I didn't know what, but I knew it had to be good. 

I hurried home and took a long shower. My test started at 10:00. I knew there was no way I was going to improve my score. My mind was racing from all the sexual events that took place in the last 18 hours. 

Still, I knew I had to try. It was Jill's dream that we attend college together. I had to do well.



Jill Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Charming Clumsiness

Pratt took his time smoothing the fiberglass around Jill's waist. I wondered if he wanted to make a perfect mould or just was enjoying the lovely curves of her hips. Jill was lying motionless, her eyes partially closed. Her fingers were locked together as if she was trying to suppress her nervousness. I was glad to see that her face had more colour than before. The doctor finished the upper part of the cast, then smiled at Jill and patted her casted knee. 

"Just a minute and your cast will be finished," he said

"I'm not in a hurry. I decided to postpone the hiking trip for tomorrow," she said sadly and glared at the massive cast that held her leg perfectly straight. 

"I am sure you will get used to the cast in a couple of days." 

"How long I have to wear it?"

"At least 10 weeks."

Jill's lips flinched, but she concealed her displeasure with a weak smile. 

"Well, let us see if your pink toes are still there," Pratt said and pulled the stockinette back, revealing Jill's toes. Then he secured it, applying the last roll of fiberglass around her instep. 

"Just like a magician pulling a bunny out of his hat!" Jill said with mock admiration.

The doctor laughed heartily and removed his gloves.

"You are the most charming girl that I have ever placed in a cast," he said, then stepped to the sink to wash his hands.

Jill pulled down her dress, covering her thighs. The fiberglass wrapped around her waist was clearly visible under the green fabric. I noticed something that looked strange to me. The cast started at the middle of her instep. Actually, not only her toes were fully exposed, but the ball of her foot as well. The sight was quite impressive and I enjoyed it for a while.

"Do I have to undergo any other procedures?" Jill asked and propped herself on her elbows.

"No. Just wait for the cast to dry. Then you can go home," Pratt said.

"This "go" seems a very difficult verb."

"You will cope with it by using crutches," he said.

"I hate being on crutches!" Jill exclaimed.

"Have you ever walked on crutches?" he asked.

"I have never had the pleasure."

"Well, you have the chance to do it now."

"I am sure you will look great on crutches," I interjected.

"Yea, I am going to win the Miss Crutch contest."

A couple of minutes later, the doctor made sure the cast was dry and waved to the nurse. Jill was lifted cautiously and placed on the examining table. The cast held her leg at such an angle to her upper body that she wasn't able to sit or lie comfortably. She had to put her hands on the table for support. Her face was tense; her anxious eyes were fixed on the cast. 

"Connie, this young lady must be supplied with crutches."

The nurse nodded and hurried out. A minute later, she came back in, carrying two aluminum crutches. Pratt handed me a sheet of paper containing cast care instructions and patted my shoulder.

"She needs rest and good care," he said.

"I will do what I can to help her heal faster."

"Very kind of you, George," Jill said and smiled broadly.

"Help her stand up!" the doctor said to me.

As I headed to the examining table, Jill was already trying to swing her legs around. The cast was jutting stiffly over the edge of the table like a barrel of a gun, pointing at me. I took it and gently lowered it. Her casted heel clanked on the floor and her toes curled up gracefully. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"It hurts," she said and clasped her hands around her thigh. 

"The pain will subside in a minute," the doctor said.

"Are you sure? It is bad, really bad."

"Trust me!"

I took Jill's hand and squeezed it lightly. Her eyes were directed at me, but didn't seem to be focused on me. 

"Jill!" I said worriedly. 

She flinched and drew her hand out of mine. 

"I think I am better now," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Please, help me stand up!"

Taking hold under her arms, I easily lifted her up. As I was supporting her back, she steadied herself, balancing on her good leg. Connie tucked the crutches under Jill's armpits and bent down to adjust them. 

"And remember, you are not supposed to put weight on your broken leg," the doctor said. 

"I couldn't do that even if I wanted to. The way my leg is extended in front of me..."

Jill was right. The angle at which her hip was immobilized made sure that her foot will be safely elevated above the ground, even if she wasn't wearing a high-heeled pump. She took a tentative step, stopped for a second, then took two more cautious steps. The awkward way she was crutching was in great contrast with the graceful gait I remembered. She had always been confident, even a little arrogant, but now she looked so painfully vulnerable and fragile. I moved ahead, following her close behind, watching her steps. She reached the opposite wall and clumsily started to turn around. Her right ankle wobbled precariously. For a moment, I thought that it will snap and grabbed her around the waist to steady her.

"Obviously, I am not going to win the crutching contest," she said and smiled sadly at me.



Jill Ch. 03



Jill woke up to find her husband already showered, shaved, and dressed. The three-day suitcase was packed and placed next to the door.

"I thought you had the next week home?" Jill asked. 

"I thought so, too, but I got a text an hour ago. Looks like I'm going to Barbados." Brian said with a grin. "Wanna go with me?"

"You know I do, but I can't. I'm still trying to get all the party-favors together for the bachelorette party. Plus, I'm supposed to show a few houses today. I'm not sure I can even walk." Jill sighed as she pulled back the sheets. 

Brian stared at her recently-shaven pussy. Last night was the first time in their marriage that she had done that. Last night was also the first time she had asked him to have anal sex with her, and the first time she had thanked him for doing it. He wasn't sure if he should be delighted or worried that she'd crossed over into some new territory.

"Have you been reading Cosmo, or something?" Brian asked timidly.

Jill smirked.

Jill's pussy and asshole were still tender from the night before. She decided to wear a blouse, bra, and skirt, but no panties. 

Brian had put new sheets on the bed last night while she was in the shower. It appeared that anal sex could be a little messier than one would be led to believe from the movies. She carefully carried the laundry downstairs, started a load, and made a pot of coffee. 

Jill's daughter, Andi, smelled the coffee brewing and decided to join her parents for a cup.

"I thought you were staying by your aunt's?" Brian asked nervously.

"I am, but I had to come home and get my swimsuit and clothes." Andi chirped.

"When did you get home?" Jill asked.

"Last night. It was pretty late. I was so tired; I must have passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't think an earthquake would have woken me up." Andi smiled.

Jill looked at Brian, signaling relief. Brian finished his coffee and kissed Jill deeply before walking out the door.

"Wow, that was a good kiss!" Andi commented. "Are you guys taking Viagra or something?"

"No dear," Jill was quick to respond. "That's not necessary for your father and I – yet," Jill smiled.

"So, how's the scavenger hunt going?" Andi asked.

"What are you talking about?" Jill said, defensively.

"Oh, come on. I know you're buying the party favors for the bachelorette party." Andi said shyly. "Dildos, right?"

"Nobody was supposed to know!" Jill's face reddened. "How did you find out?"

"Oh, I have my ways." Andi grinned. "Can I see what you have so far?"

"Absolutely not, Andrea!" Jill almost dropped her coffee cup. "You'll just have to wait until the party like everyone else, okay?"

"Okay, mom." Andi smiled and carried her coffee back to her bedroom.

Jill's first client was an older gentleman in his late sixties. His wife recently passed away and his house was too big without her. He wanted to sell his house and move into an apartment or condominium. Jill found several interested buyers for his house, but he couldn't seem to make up his mind on a condo.

"Mr. Roth, we've been to the best three condominiums in town." Jill pleaded. "Surely, there's something that sticks out in at least one of them?"

Mr. Roth couldn't help but stare at Jill's legs. He had behaved himself until now. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but he found himself unusually aroused sitting next to her in her car. 

"Which one do you like the best?" Mr. Roth asked.

"It really doesn't matter to me. I want you to be happy. That's what you're paying me for – whenever you decide." Jill pulled the car in front of the last condominium she would show him that day. "I hope you find something you like, soon, or I'll get pulled from this job and one of the other guys from the office will take over."

"This is the most expensive of the one's you've shown me, isn't it?" Mr. Roth asked.

"Yes, Mr. Roth. It's in the nicest neighborhood, great location, and great resale value." Jill answered, turning her back on him while she turned on lights and opened doors and cabinets.

When she turned around, Mr. Roth unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-erect member.

Jill was shocked, and somewhat amazed at his... audacity. 

"Mr. Roth? What are you doing?" Jill asked, already knowing the answer. So many of her colleagues had been faced with this before, she knew it was only a matter of time when it would be her turn.

"You said it yourself; I'm paying you to make me happy. You'll get $10,000 commission, easily if I buy this place, right?" Mr. North asked as his penis thickened before her eyes.

"Yes, but..." Jill stammered. She wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind.

"But nothing. Make me happy." Mr. Roth pointed his erect prick at her.

Jill hesitated. She had thought Mr. Roth to be a classy gentleman up until now. 

Her phone rang.

Another agent was on his way to show the condominium and would be there with his clients in ten minutes. Jill passed the information to Mr. Roth, hoping he would put himself back in his pants. Instead, he tugged at his swollen tool.

"Guess you better hurry, if you really want me to buy this place." Mr. Roth grinned.

Jill quickly walked up to Mr. Roth, her high heels clicking on the bare floor.

The skin on his shaft was soft. She lightly caressed his testicles while stroking his cock with her other hand.

"I'm not happy, yet." Mr. Roth whispered.

Jill hiked up her skirt so it wouldn't split, and squatted on her high heels. Mr. Roth didn't seem to notice that she wasn't wearing panties. As soon as Jill placed the head of his dick in her mouth, he closed his eyes and grinned.

"Now, I'm starting to become happy." Mr. Roth smiled.

Jill had two other showings that day, and another agent was going to be there in less than five minutes. She couldn't afford to have this dirty old man come all over her face and hair. She knew she would have to swallow whatever his sixty year-old his balls produced. Her head bobbed quickly, but almost precisely.

Mr. Roth's orgasm was quick and intense. His load filled her mouth immediately, and Jill struggled to swallow the first spasm. When he realized Jill was swallowing his come, his legs became weak. Jill looked up after sucking the last of his semen from his deflating erection and her face filled with panic.

"Oh my god, tell me you're not having a heart attack!" Jill cried out. It was only after she stood back up that Mr. Roth noticed her lack of panties and her shaved pussy.

"I don't think so, but now that I've seen that pretty cunny of yours, I'm not so sure." Mr. Roth panted.

Jill pulled her skirt down and straightened her blouse. She checked her make-up in the bathroom mirror. "Not too bad." Jill thought. "Most of my lipstick is around the base of his cock, no doubt."

Mr. Roth had barely finished zipping his fly when the other real estate agent and clients walked in.

Jill walked in from the bathroom, having a little color in her face as if she had been running. 

"I'm sorry, but I think you're too late on this one." Jill said to the other agent. "Mr. Roth, here, is buying this place, isn't that right?" Jill smiled at Mr. Roth.

"Ummm, well, I have to make an offer." Mr. Roth said.

"Nonsense, you just told me that I made you very happy – by finding this place – and you'd have to have it, no matter what the price." Jill smiled at Mr. Roth again, licking her lips ever so slightly. "I'm late for another showing, but the guys at the office will be able to walk you through the forms. I'll call ahead and let them know you're on your way, Mr. Roth!"

Jill walked up to Mr. Roth on the way out and kissed him quickly on the mouth. Her back was to her colleague and the other buyers. They couldn't see that she had stuck her tongue in Mr. Roth's mouth. Her breath smelled of his come.

"Remember me the next time you need a real estate agent. I really enjoyed working with you!" Jill said as she walked out the door, rubbing her thumb and fingers together making the money sign.

"How can I forget?" Mr. Roth whispered to himself.

Jill felt empowered. She had just made $10,000.00! She called her next clients and was relieved to find that they had to cancel that afternoon, but would like to schedule something next week. That gave her three hours until her next showing. She considered going back to the office, but then she would have to tease Mr. Roth again, and she wasn't sure if his heart could handle it. 

Instead, Jill drove to the last of three adult bookstores in town that carried the so-called party favors for the bachelorette party.

When she had called days before, the voice on the other end of the phone was rude and crass. Jill had felt humiliated when he had hung up on her. Had she not had such a successful morning, she might have considered driving several hours out of town to find the last two dildos on her list.

The previous place she visited was rough in it's own way, but the salesperson, Sammy, was nice to her. He might even have been gentlemanly, if such a thing was possible in an adult bookstore in a bad part of town. 

The last possible place in town that might have what she needed was located in a desolate area. All the other businesses had closed down, except for a coin-op laundry, a bar, and a gas station that no longer sold gas.

It was early, so there was a chance the place wouldn't even be open. To Jill's surprise, it was not only open, but also it had about ten customers.

Andi had waited until she was sure her mom would not come back to the house before she went into her parent's room. Her mom had been hiding Christmas and birthday toys under the bed for years, so it came as no surprise that Jill would put the party favors under the bed as well.

Andi pulled several of the toys from under the bed and laid them out, arranging them by size and color. "Not bad, mom. You almost found all of them." Andi smiled, removing one of the toys from its cardboard packaging.

Andi had promised her mom that she would remain a virgin until she was married, and she had kept that promise – to a degree. She was not only the smartest girl in her class, but she was the smartest girl in her high school. Her grades in college have been straight A's. As far as her parents were concerned, she was the perfect daughter.

Andi was also very attractive in her own way. Her face was pretty, but plain without makeup. Her strawberry blond hair was blonder than strawberry, and her freckles were more noticeable than on her redheaded mother. 

Her breasts were small, much to her disappointment considering Jill's bosom. 

Her legs, though, seemed perfectly sculpted just like her mother's. She had been on the swim team throughout high school, tanned regularly, and never smoked, drank, or experimented with drugs. 

Her only vice... boys.

No penis had ever entered her vagina. Tongues, yes. Fingers, a few. But no penises.

The same could not be said for the other orifices in her body. At eighteen, she had no less than twenty dicks in her mouth, though not at the same time. 

Her first "serious" boyfriend had licked her pussy so well; he could bring her to orgasm in less than three minutes. He was so consistent in satisfying her, that she felt obligated to let him put his penis in her mouth. 

She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, at first. She got better, though. Within a month, she was so good at giving head; she began trying out her new skill on more casual boyfriends – the ones that normally received a kiss on the cheek after the movie and dinner.

Some of the boys wanted more, and even complained to some of her friends that she wouldn't put out. She was firm in her promise to her mom. But her mom didn't say anything about anal sex. For the boys she really liked, she offered her ass. Most of the boys gladly accepted the alternative to her pussy. A natural quick-learner, she became as comfortable with anal sex as she was giving blowjobs.

Andi's grandmother passed away years ago, but Andi bought enemas "for her grandma" at the local drugstore ever since starting college. At least, that's what she told the pharmacist. None of the boys having anal sex with Andi were very big, so her vaginal virginity remained intact – as far as she knew. 

She stared at the "super-dong" in her hands.

Although tempting, Andi decided to not lose her virginity to a toy. 

She put the large dildo back in its box. Her clit throbbed. "Patience," Andi consoled herself. She'd have a mouth on her pussy before the night was over. 

Jill was glad that this was the last adult bookstore she was going to patronize. 

Had she gone to this location first, she doubted she would have had the nerve to go to any others. 

There weren't many books or magazines on the racks. 

There weren't many sex toys, either. 

There was very little fetish porn, outside of interracial, gangbang, and the gay versions of each. 

Jill's calves flexed as she reached up for one of the toys remaining on the list.

Her legs didn't go unnoticed. 

"You sho' are fine, little lady," one of the patrons complimented.

"Thanks." Jill said without looking at him. "Could you get this for me?"

"Sho, little lady." The patron effortlessly reached up and handed Jill the large dildo. 

"Mine's bigger."

Jill turned and looked at him. He was easily six feet tall and 250 lbs. She could barely make out his facial features, but could see his glowing white eyes and teeth when he smiled. She accidentally rubbed his fingers when she took the toy from his hand. They were larger than any fingers she had ever seen.

"I believe you." Jill smiled, not sure what else she could have said. "Would you mind helping me find one more?"

"You don't need no toy, little lady. I gots what you need right here." The patron reached out and grabbed Jill's forearm, placing her hand on a bulge that stretched from his groin halfway down to his knee. Jill was scared, but she also couldn't help but try to get her hand around the bulge. It was as thick as a soda can.

"Thanks for the offer. Really. But I'm on my lunch break and I'm just trying to get these toys for a bachelorette party. I don't actually use these things." Jill confided.

The storeowner interrupted their conversation.

"Bitch, you either buy somethin' or go trick somewhere's else!" 

Jill recognized the voice as the man that hung up on her days prior.

"You think I'm a prostitute?" Jill asked. She was almost flattered, but she also knew that if she cowered now, she would have a hard time finding the last dildo on the list. "I'm trying to buy some goddamned toys for a bachelorette party. Will you let me do that? I promise I'll never set foot in your store again. Okay?" Jill held out her hand and showed him the list.

"Awe shit, we got us a firecracker. A redheaded firecracker!" The storeowner smiled bearing several gold-capped teeth. He was skinny, and had it not been for the wrinkles in his face, he could have passed for a teenager.

He looked at the list and pretended to look concerned.

"Yes, missus, we got dat one, but only one left." He joked.

"Great. I'll take it and be on my way." Jill crossed her arms, being careful not to drop the toy she was able to find.

"I don't think so." The storeowner said. "I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. I think you need to learn some respect."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jill just wanted to get out of there.

"Okay. Tell you what; you can buy these rubber dicks for $500 each today, or you can come back tomorrow with some respect and I'll sell them to you for the sale price of $50." The storeowner paused proud of himself. 

"I'm not paying a thousand dollars for a couple of dildos." Jill sighed and handed the toy in her hand back to the well-hung patron.

"Then get the fuck out my store, bitch!" The storeowner tried to kick Jill in the behind, but missed and caught his foot on a magazine rack.

Jill quickly turned around. She wanted to ask why he was so angry, but decided to give him something to think about, instead. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and quickly raised it, flashing her hairless pussy for barely a second. "Respect this!"

She turned around and walked to her car.

Before the door closed behind her, the well-hung patron called out, "Hey Red, you come back tomorrow, and I'll buy those toys for you!"

The other men in the store smiled at each other while the storeowner looked at the dildos and laughed.

Jill quickly drove away, meeting her last clients of the day in front of the ranch house in the good school district. She didn't notice the police car that followed her out of the neighborhood.

Her clients were more exhausted than Jill, and didn't like the house.

"Well, the day started out well." Jill sighed as she drove home.

The house was quiet. 

Andi was at Jill's sister's house.

Brian was on a plane headed for Barbados on a business trip.

Jill was exhausted.

She opened a bottle of wine, thinking she'd only have one glass before falling asleep.

She was on her third glass by the time she walked up to the bedroom. 

Jill collapsed shortly after placing the glass on the nightstand.

She dreamt of the well-hung patron holding her in his large hands. Probing her with his large fingers. Fucking her with his unbelievably large cock. 

Jill woke up to find her sheets wet. She quickly stood up, but soon realized she was naked – and still a little drunk. She didn't remember taking off her clothes.

"Why didn't I just pay that asshole $1000 for those two dildos?" Jill said to herself. "It's not like I didn't just make $10,000 blowing Mr. Roth."

Jill pouted. She looked at the clock on the dresser.

1:00 a.m. 

Jill rummaged through her closet and found a short black leather skirt she had bought for an office "'80's" themed party, a black lace push-up bra, and a white, thin-mesh blouse. She thought about stockings and a garter, but she could only find one fishnet stocking. She didn't bother with panties – not because her pussy and asshole still hurt – but because she didn't think she needed them. Besides, she would just have to take them off, anyway, if she went through with what she was thinking. 

When she stepped out of the shower, she felt more alert, but still determined. She carefully applied her make-up and fixed her hair, and then looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She thought she was "reasonably pretty" most of the time. Now, for a 38 year-old wife and mother, she was "fucking hot."

"I'm really going to give that rude, mean, gold-toothed asshole something to remember." Jill winked at herself, and then picked up the phone to call a taxi.



Jill Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Hotel Fun

It was Sunday afternoon and I was shooting hoops in my driveway when I finally saw Jill's parents' car turn onto our street. All weekend, I debated how I should approach Jill. Friday night, we made love for the first time and we were nearly caught in bed as her parents came home. Then, Saturday morning when I went over to say "Goodbye" before she left on her Birthday Trip to the Art Museum, I caught Jill and her mom going at it.

Needless to say, I was a little confused and extremely horny. On one hand, I want to rush over and see my girl. But on the other, I wasn't sure what her parents would say when I arrived. Throwing caution into the wind, I made a final shot...swish...and walked over to Jill's.

"Need any help?" I asked as the three were just getting out of the car. 

Jill quickly sprung into my arms, hugged me, kissed me and whispered, "Were you a good boy?" and winked. I nodded and she smiled. 

Her request for me not to 'jerk off' while she was gone was difficult but I honored it. Originally, I thought about all the sexy things she would do; then, I had to stop because it only got me more excited. The ACT Test I took less than two hours after her request stopped that thinking in a hurry. I had taken the test with Jill earlier and bombed it. Yesterday, I re-took it and was sure I bombed it again. 

As we parted, Jill's dad, Jake, came over. He said, "Son, why don't you help me with the luggage while the women start dinner." Jill followed her mother into the house and I was left with Jake. 

After the women were out of sight, Jake began his speech. "Let me get right to the point, I know Jill and you were, umm..., intimate Friday night. I know this was the first time because my baby has changed....matured, in a way that I am still getting used to."

"Sir," I began but was cut short.

"Let me speak my piece! Now son, I know you have been seeing Jill for years. You are like a part of our family. I knew this day would come some day, but I hoped it would be her wedding day." A long pause followed and then, "Be careful and don't hurt my baby," he managed before he started to tear up.

Now, Jake was a big man. He towered over me at 6 feet, 6 inches and weighed at least 280 pounds. I wouldn't call him sentimental; but, when it came to his daughter, she was his world. He would do anything for his girl and I am sure the 'speech' was a manifestation from a conversation with Jill. The drive to and from the Art Museum must have been intense to say the least.

Not knowing how to respond, I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. He quickly grabbed my arm and reeled me in for a big bear hug. Then, he quickly remembered where he was and released me. He looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen his public display of affection, seemed satisfied no one had, and slapped me on the shoulder. "I guess we better get these bags inside," he quickly changed the subject.

As we entered, I took Jill's bags to her room while Jake took theirs to the opposite end of the house. When I entered Jill's room, she just started to peal the sheets off her bed. The cum soaked ring from our Friday night session had hardened and bled through to her mattress. I joked, "I guess you will be getting a new mattress for your birthday."

Jill was not amused. She quickly changed the subject and said, "I called your mother and told her you would be having dinner with us tonight." She paused and continued, "Were you really able to 'hold off' all weekend?" 

"Yes, I did. The test certainly ...," I was cut off.

"Oh God, how did you do?" she exclaimed after she remembered the importance of the test.

I knew how much she wanted me to score at least a 19 so I met the minimum requirement for the college she planned to attend. My first score was only 17. I didn't feel good about my chances of improving but I honestly answered, "I did the best I could do. Now, we have to wait to see the results."

She seemed satisfied with my answer as she tossed me a fresh set of sheets. As we worked in unison to make her bed, I asked, "Jill, I expected a parental moment or two based off how Friday ended, but what was that with your dad?" My mind was still trying to process the event.

Jill explained the long talk with her parents as they drove to the Art Museum. She said her mother brought up the subject as soon as they pulled out of the driveway. Jill said she quickly defused the situation by reminding her parents of the promise she made them when she first entered puberty and her mother had the 'birds and the bees' speech with her. 

Jean, Jill's mom, had conceived the night she lost her virginity to Jake. Afraid that Jill might have the same 'luck', she made her daughter promise not to have sex until she was at least 18. To add flame to the fire, Jean made an appointment with the doctor three months prior to her 18th birthday so Jill could start birth control. 

Jill said that she had fulfilled her promise, mentioning repeatedly how hard it had been, and that she and I were both of legal age. We both loved and respected them and we wanted to experience the same type of love they shared. She talked and talked about her the points she covered. Unfortunately, as she talked I was daydreaming about my shaft sinking into her tight pussy.

Needless to say, Jill was a master orator. She could win any debate she entered. True to form, by the end of her speech, both her parents cried and all three of them blubbered like idiots. By the time they reached the museum, Jake and Jean actually begged for details of her first night.

As they parked the car in the lot, her parents composed themselves and enjoyed spending time with their daughter. After four hours, the toll of walking, staring and listening as Jill described every minute detail of an artist's work became difficult to hide. Her parents forced their smiles and fought to create idle chit chat. After another grueling hour, Jill was satisfied that she critiqued every piece and only then realized how bored her parents were.

So, she quickly announced they should hurry to their hotel and get ready for dinner. Jean and Jake were overjoyed at the announcement but contained their excitement not to hurt Jill's feelings. As they exited the museum, Jill was both energized and euphoric. Art was Jill's natural high.

After they had checked into the hotel and made reservations for dinner with the concierge, the three followed their bellboy as he gave them a quick tour of their suite. Everything was beautiful. It was exactly as Jill had remembered.

After quickly unpacking, the three freshened up and were off to the five star restaurant on the main floor. The meal was delicious and everyone had too much to eat; so, they all decided to take a quick nap. Jill's parents rested on the king sized bed while Jill sprawled on the couch.

Jill was out as soon as her head hit the decorative pillow. As she slept, she reflected on the perfect day at the museum and the wonderful meal. Then, she began dreaming about the wonderful time she had with me the previous night.

She restlessly slept as one hand tweaked her braless nipples through her shear blouse to nearly inch long mini spears. As she tweaked these sexual marvels, little electric currents shot down to her pussy flooding her silk panties with her juices. Her other hand teased her clit. One finger held the hood up and exposed her nubbin; while another dipped into her dripping pussy and glided across her aching clit with its new wetness.

Apparently, she must have made some unusual sounds. When she awoke to the sensations of a powerful self induced orgasm, she saw her mother and father on the floor in front of her. Jean had Jake's nine inch cock that was just over two inches in diameter down her throat. 

Jill was initially freaked by this bold act of her parents. That feeling quickly faded as she marveled at her parents' display. Jill was shocked her mother could deep throat that monster cock. She couldn't figure out how she got the head in her mouth; let alone the entire beast. Then she witnessed something truly horrifying.

Her father watched her as she strummed her kitty and when their eyes met, he grunted and came down Jean's throat. Jake thrust hard and surprised Jean with the change in rhythm and his violent ejaculation. Jean gagged. She withdrew the long dong and coughed puddles of cum on her husband desperately trying to avoid vomiting as she struggled for breath.

Jill bolted from the couch and retrieved several towels from the bathroom to help with the clean up. When she returned, Jean had recovered and had nearly cleaned the creamy mess as she licked the goo from her husband's stomach and chest. She saw Jill and purred, "Honey, never let a good load like that go to waste." She smiled at Jake and downed the last bit licking her lips seductively to burn the slutty image of her mother forever in Jill's memory.

"Well, that was interesting to say the least," Jill casually stated as she returned to the couch. As she sat, she felt the dampness of her wet panties. Her parents stared at the crouch of her slacks because the wet spot was clearly visible.

Jean asked, "Jill wouldn't you be more comfortable if you got out of those wet clothes." The hidden under tones raced through Jill's mind. She knew her mother wanted to suck her sweet pussy just has she had done early in the day. Jake obliviously lusted after his daughter. The question Jill had to answer for herself was "How far was she willing to go?"

"You two carry on while I go change," Jill said as she gracefully exited. She wanted time to process her options. She thought about calling me but doubted I would be home. As she undressed in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Instead of her more common practice of criticizing her flaws, for the first time in her life, she saw herself as a beautiful woman.

Her small frame seemed to glow when she turned on the overhead lights. Although her breasts were small, her nipples were magnificent. She knew that one day her breasts would grow perhaps as large as the ample DD cups her mother possessed. As she had visions of pendulous breasts, she slowly massaged her little mounds and tweaked her sensitive nipples. 

Soon, the familiar electric pulses darted through her still damp pussy. Slowly, Jill lowered her hands to glide over the soft skin of her stomach. She wondered what she would look like if she were pregnant and laughed at the thought.

She turned slightly and looked at her profile. Her ass was tight with just the right curve. She slapped it to see if it jiggled. She smiled. Her ass barely moved but the slap had her pussy tingling again. 

She turned to face the mirror. Her small muff of fine hair was barely visible. Below the small triangle, her red puffy lips were still swollen from the pounding she took from my seven inch cock less than 24 hours ago. She smiled as she spread her labia. Gently, she returned her petals and focused her attention on her hood. She saw her little nub and rubbed lightly which sent little shivers done her spine.

Before she knew it, she realized she was staring directly into her beautiful emerald eyes. She was lost in their beauty. Then suddenly, she had a revelation. 

Jill's newfound appreciation of her body combined with the recent sexual events seemed to liberate her. She always liked making out with me and wanted more; but, that damn promise she refused to break with her mother always held her back. At that very moment she decided for the rest of her life, she would really experience life; no barriers would hold her back. If it felt good and no one got hurt, she wanted to do it.

She grabbed the soft robe from the towel rack, put it on and left to return to the couch. As she exited, she saw Jean lying face down on the sofa with her knees on the floor. Her arms spread her ass checks wide as Jake sawed his massive cock into his wife's gaping cunt. 

The shear force of Jake's hammering cock would have put Jill in a coma. But, her mother loved every minute of it as she cheered her husband. "Fuck my juicy pussy with your monster cock. Ram it home baby. Make me feel it," Jean cried.

The scene before her was like a vivid porno movie. Jill sat cross legged on the floor and watched as she couldn't get enough of this site. Soon, Jill felt a wet bead flow from her moist pussy down over her little puckered anus. She quickly reached down and caught the drop before it hit her robe and brought it her lips. The taste was amazing. 

"Oh, fuck yes, hammer me baby...Oh, fuck...fuck...OOOOOH!" Jean screamed as she reached her climax. 

Jake was not ready to cum. So, he kept pounding away. Jean just came off her high and felt another orgasm building when Jake pulled out and manhandled that big cock into Jean's asshole. Jean screamed with delight. Jill's eyes bulged out of her sockets as she witnessed something she never thought possible.

Jill wondered how her mom could take something that large up her rear. She knew from experience her pussy could handle her fist; but, really this was crazy. As Jill watched in utter amazement, she just came to the conclusion that, 'Where there's a will, there's a way'. This had always been her mantra; now, she saw the unlimited uses for it.

Before long, both her parents came. Jean cried out, "Oh GAWD!" Jake grunted, thrust and slowly collapsed on Jean. They laid there for several minutes before Jake slowly pulled his deflated manhood from Jean's ass. 

Jean's gaping ass was not contracting, 'winking' or moving in any way. It looked as if she had been permanently deformed. "Had Jake went too far with this anal assault on Jean?" Jill pondered.

The curiosity drove Jill to the point she had to inspect the gaping ass herself. She shed her robe and slowly crawled over to her mother. She placed her hand on Jean's left cheek to let her know she was near. Then, slowly she leaned forward and looked into her large red hole. 

Jill saw about three inches deep into her mother's ass. At the bottom of its depth was a thick puddle of cum. The combined smell of the cum, ass and sexual juices hypnotized Jill.

She wanted to taste the mix that brewed this erotic aroma. Almost in slow motion, Jill slowly leaned forward and placed her tongue at her mother's gaping asshole. She could not reach the object of her desire. So, she dipped her dainty fingers into Jean's crater and gathered as much of the goo as possible.

Jill brought the cream to her lips. Her tongue was dangling out to eagerly taste this intoxicating delight. Large drops dripped from her cupped fingers and fell on her mother's ass cheeks.

Then, the first glorious glob of her father's essence splashed on her tongue. Instant euphoria set in as its essence overwhelmed her taste buds. Jill was hooked on the taste of cum; it was a worse addiction than any drug could have affected her.

She plugged head first into her mother's ass. She had to have more of the creamy substance. Her father grabbed her before she actually caused some damage and said, "Try this. I'm sure there is more in there for my little girl."

Jill sucked on her father's seven inch limp cock. She was just able to get its thick girth around her luscious lips. Before long, the monster awoke and Jill could no longer suck the beast. Jill flicked her tongue along the bulbous head and found the small hole. She flicked and drove her dainty tongue into the opening searching for more of her father's essence. 

This assault on Jake's piss hole was overwhelming. The intense attack had his manhood swelling to its largest girth he had ever seen. He wanted to sink his meaty monster into the depths of her tight pussy but feared he would tear her apart.

Jill continued to show her inexperience at cock sucking. She desperately wanted more cum. She did her best to lick and stroke that monster but her struggles continued. 

Seeing her daughter's frustration, Jean came to the rescue. She slowly turned around and whispered to her daughter to lie on the floor. Jill looked puzzled but obeyed.

Jean slowly lowered her pussy to her daughter's face while Jake moved so Jean could suck his cock. Jill excitedly licked, nibbled and sucked her parents' love juices. Jean jerked reacting to the intense sensation her daughter gave her as she flicked her mother's clit. Then, suddenly Jill saw the steady stream of white cum ooze from her mother's ass toward her pussy. 

Jill attacked this goo and within seconds, it slid down her throat. The creamy texture as it rolled down her tongue was amazing. The feel, taste and aroma of the pungent musty sexual heat caused Jill to have a massive orgasm. Her hands sprang to her pulsating pussy and she rammed two fingers into her quivering hole. 

Jake witnessed this unexpected display of Jill's and that was enough for him to shoot another massive load. The first rope went down Jean's throat. When she realized he was cumming, she pulled away and the next rope draped her swinging pendulous breasts. Finally, Jean cleared the way and Jake had a clear shot at his daughter's face.

Jake knelt down and aimed his monster cock at his daughter's pursed lips as she rode another wave of that massive self-induced orgasm. When the first splash of fresh, hot oozing cum hit her face, Jill's eyes popped open only to be covered with more searing cum.

She quickly closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She instinctively swallowed. The first gulp was nothing but air. Then, it seemed like gallons of cum slid over her tongue sending her into euphoric orgasmic overload.

After Jake delivered the last few drops of the cherished goo, he sat back on the couch. He knew Jean wanted more and hoped Jill would share. Jill's eyes were still glued shut, so she welcomed her mother's help with the clean up detail. The two women worked tirelessly to find and consume every trace on the other's body.

Before long, the last of the cum had been consumed by one of the two women. Jill wanted more; she wanted more cum, her father's big cock and her mother's tasty pussy. However, the massive orgasms took their tolls. 

Jake wanted to take his daughter but the extreme intensity of his orgasms had him unexpectedly flaccid. Hoping to recover quickly, Jake suggested they retreat to the bed for some extended foreplay to arouse the 'monster'. Before long, the days grinding pace caught up with the three. They all drifted off to sleep for a quick nap to rejuvenate with Jill sandwiched between her mother and father. Jill's dainty hand still gripped Jake's limp cock as she drifted into dreamland with a content smile on her face.

. . . 

A knock, followed with "Room Service," rang from the door. Jean bounced out of bed, darted for the door and grabbed the robe from the floor as she quite professionally said, "One moment please."

She opened the door enough to see housekeeping. The maid said it was check out time and they were ready to clean the room. Jean asked, "Would you mind terribly if we took an extra 30 minutes or so?"

The maid said to call down to the front lobby and they would arrange everything. Jean thanked the maid and rushed to the phone. Unfortunately, the room was booked for an early arrival and they had to vacate within the next 30 minutes. So, Jean gathered the troops and quickly got her family washed, dressed and on the road. 

As Jill finished the story about her trip, I was captivated. I thought I should be pissed or hurt; but instead I was hot, horny and ready to fuck. I spoke without really thinking, "That was so fucking hot; I hope I'm around when you fuck Jake. God knows I want to fuck your mom." Jill looked at me with a sly grin and that's when Jean yelled dinner was ready. 



Jill Ch. 04



Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price. 

It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella. 

She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down.

The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper – anything to keep her hair dry – and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times. 

As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin.

She shivered as soon as she walked through the door.

Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt. 

This wasn't the statement she had in mind.

She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful. 

Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched.

The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place. 

"You lost, white girl?" the black woman asked, "or are you trickin'?"

Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy. 

"Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes," the black woman. "Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya' know?" 

Jill smiled, shaking.

The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, "Dee, you got your gym bag here?"

"Iris, I told you I ain't going to the gym in this weather," a voice answered.

"Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo' stuff." Iris added.

Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places.

"You sure you not ho'in?" Iris asked.

"Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home." Jill answered. "This was just to get into T.J.'s head so maybe he wouldn't be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?"

"Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit." Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier.

Jill looked at Dee. "You work here?"

"Yeah, sometimes." Dee answered. "The rest of the time I'm a fireman. This isn't glamorous or nothin', but sis' needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do."

"Well, that's very nice of you." Jill shifted. "Dee."

"Dee, why don't you sho' Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?" Iris saw the look on Dee's face, and then added, "So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry." Dee frowned slightly.

"I'm gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos." Iris walked to the back of the store.

An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth.

"Ever been in one of these?" Dee asked.

"No, why?" Jill lied.

"Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin' off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin' like dat." Dee explained. He opened the door for her.

Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels.

She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his.

A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill's left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching.

The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man's scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole.

"Wow." Jill said quietly. "I'm not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on."

Jill's clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants. 

She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn't think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth. 

She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn't brought her purse, so she tucked her driver's license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet. 

She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach.

Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals. 

"Psst." Jill whispered to the staring eye.

There was no response.

"Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?" Jill asked.

The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door. 

"Hey..." Jill started.

"Be quiet." The occupant's voice sounded familiar. "I'll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet."

"Dee?" Jill asked.

She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand.

She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot.

She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching. 

The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde's pigtails, "old black man does little white girl" seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill.

There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back.

She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers.

There was a knock at the door.

Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk?

She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy.

It was Dee with a bag.

"Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here." Dee whispered.

"I can pay you. I brought money." Jill said.

"No, it's okay, as long as you keep doin' what yo' doin' and don't mind if I watch." Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice.

"I don't mind." Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. "Thank you, Dee."

Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open. 

She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn't very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called "jack-o-matic" action. She turned the box over and could see that – with batteries installed – the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping.

"I'll save that one for later." Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm.

It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair.

The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness.

As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them.

Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther.

The screen suddenly went blank.

Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens. 

Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt. 

When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill's full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels. 

Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store – all thanks to a hidden security camera. 

In the back of the store, everything was captured on videotape.

Jill sat back down and rubbed the wet dong on her breasts before placing the toy in her mouth. She was no stranger to the taste of her own wetness, and licked the entire shaft.

"Mmmmm." Jill said, looking at Dee's staring eye. She had no doubt he was stroking his large, thick cock in the other booth, and that seemed to turn her on even more.

She pushed the toy back inside her pussy while her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit.

In the video, the blonde was now on top of the older black man, facing away from him, and toward the camera. Jill knew these were actors, and the girl was being paid to look like she liked being fucked by this fat black dick, but the girl didn't looked like she ever went to acting school. 

She was either a natural actress, or she was really enjoying the fuck she was receiving. The possibility that the girl may have been on drugs never entered Jill's mind.

Jill pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper, but she couldn't bring herself to orgasm. She finally withdrew the toy from her aching pussy and clicked over to the hole on the right.

"Dee." She whispered. "Come in here."

She put the toy and her wet clothes in the bag and unlocked the door.

Dee quietly stepped inside. 

He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had just broken up with his college girlfriend, and hadn't gotten laid in three weeks. He almost never masturbated, and his balls were telling him he was overdue.

"I don't have a condom – they don't make them big enough." Dee said.

Jill's pussy gushed with anticipation. "Tell me you're clean. No diseases, right? You're a good fireman?"

"I'm clean, little lady." Dee answered, placing his large hands on her waist as he bent down to kiss Jill on the lips.

Jill opened her mouth, inviting his large tongue as she guided one of his hands to her pussy. Dee gently pinched her clit before sliding a finger inside her.

"You sho' are wet, little lady." Dee said between kisses.

"You're making me wetter." Jill confided.

Even Iris was getting turned on watching her brother finger this skinny white girl.

Jill reached down and felt the outline of Dee's swollen cock through his pants.

"It'll get bigger." Dee said as he slid a second large finger inside Jill's pussy. His thumb gently rubbed her clit as his fingers pressed up, rubbing in time with his thumb.

Her orgasm took her by surprise.

Jill came hard, soaking Dee's hand as her legs went limp. Dee reached back and held her up, cupping an entire ass cheek in his hand. His large forefinger brushed against her anus.

Jill barely caught her breath before she bent over, trying to figure out how to undo Dee's belt.

"You don't have to do that, little lady." Dee said.

"I want to." Jill said, kissing him as she struggled with his belt.

"Dat bitch in heat," Iris said, watching the little monitor under the counter.

The pay-per-view patrons in the other video booths likely thought the same.

Iris could hear the tokens cascading into the coin slots of the video machines and smiled.

Dee pushed Jill back while he undid his belt. He opening his fly and lowered his pants, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked whiter than she actually was with her red hair, soft overhead blue-white light, deep-red painted finger and toenails, and black high-heeled sandals.

When Dee lowered his silk boxers, Jill gasped. His flaccid tool resembled two soda cans in a black sock. Only the head of his shaft looked normal and familiar, being only slightly larger than her husbands. 

Jill's heels clicked as she carefully approached Dee. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next. She had just wanted to see his manhood.

Now that she had seen it, she wanted to touch it.

She kissed Dee with an open mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. Jill reached down, trying to hold his thickening shaft with one hand. She was surprised by it's weight. 

Dee cupped one of Jill's breasts, pinching her nipple harder than she thought he would.

"It's not for show." Dee said as Jill rubbed herself on his clothing.

"What's not for sure?" Jill asked, panting.

"I mean it's not for looks. When I take it out, it's to use it." Dee looked down at his half-erect shaft. 

Jill could barely put her hand around it. As it swelled, her thumb and forefinger were separated by at least two inches.

Jill squatted in front of Dee and lifted his large dick to her lips. She licked the shaft, and even spit on it a few times as she had seen in the movie she was just watching. Her mouth would only open so wide, though.

"I want to make you come. I really do. But I can't get it in my mouth." Jill panted, trying her best to stroke his larger-than-life black cock.

"Then get it in your pussy." Dee said, less friendly. He sat down in the chair, his wet tool bobbing up slightly.

Jill's clit throbbed as she thought about Dee's manhood filling her like no man had ever done before. 

Dee handed her another roll of tokens and she put all of them into the machine. 

When she turned around, Dee had taken off his shirt. 

He had a few tattoos, but what she really noticed were his muscles. His chest was big, his arms were big, and his waist was a rippled mess of muscle. 

She could see eyes peering at her from the adjacent video booths.

She turned her back to Dee and stepped backwards, straddling his lap.

Jill bent over, reached down, and guided the head of his large cock to her pussy. She grunted and exhaled but was wet enough to fit half his length inside her. She leaned back against his massive chest and placed one of his hands on her breasts and the other on her clit. Jill then attempted to lower herself on him further.

Jill watched as the tanned blonde in the video was doing the same thing to the old black man, except she had her feet on the man's knees.

Jill carefully kicked off each sandal and placed each foot on Dee's large legs. This allowed another two inches inside her, and she fucked herself harder.

"My poor husband. This black dick is three times the size of his." Jill thought to herself, but only for a second. The thought went away as she felt the first wave of another orgasm overtake her. 

She bucked hard against Dee and drenched his balls.

Iris manipulated the joystick so the little security camera could focus on Jill's pretty feet, shapely legs, flat stomach, and hairless pussy. Iris paused for a moment on Jill's large clit, but became confused when Jill suddenly stood up. Everything went out of focus.

"What the hell she doin' now?" Iris said to herself, not realizing she had been squeezing one of her own nipples.

Jill stood up, making sloshing sounds when her feet hit the floor as well as when Dee's hard dick popped out of her stretched pussy.

"I ain't finished, yet, little lady." Dee said, proud of the fully erect black statue on his lap.

Jill turned to face him. She bent over and licked her juices from his shaft, down to his balls. She licked under his scrotum, around his legs, and then up to his chest. Jill sucked on his nipples, then his neck and finally his mouth. 

She dug her knees under his armpits, while come and water dripped from her toes.

Jill fed him her breasts, and then eased her soaked pussy onto his erect shaft. There was no need to hold his slick cock as he penetrated her. The head easily found her stretched opening. She lowered herself further and when she had about half his length inside her, began rocking her hips fore and aft.

"Is this better?" whispered in Dee's ear.

Dee reached down and took each of Jill's ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard. Jill winced in pain as the shock of it allowed another two inches of his cock inside her.

"You tell me." Dee whispered back.

Jill teetered between pain and pleasure as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. As she arched her back, her clit made full contact on the top of his shaft. 

Jill panted, then whimpered as she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Dee was barely breaking a sweat.

"You're gonna fuck me all night, aren't you?" Jill gasped.

"I'd say you're doin' all the fuckin' little lady," Dee smiled and kissed her.

He put a middle finger in Jill's mouth, and Jill sucked on it as best she could between breaths. Her back and chest were drenched with sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead and neck.

Dee reached down and spread Jill's ass cheeks.

Moans filled the room as a few of the occupants in the other video booths reached orgasm.

Jill was expecting another painful squeeze followed by Dee's massive dick splitting her in two. 

Instead, she was introduced to his wet middle finger penetrating her asshole.

Jill came instantly, but not without yelling, "Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" at least a dozen times.

Her pussy tightened around Dee's shaft but her anus remained inviting as he continued to finger her butthole.

Dee's load was substantial. Come instantly oozed from Jill's pussy around his cock.

Iris' camera zoomed in on Dee's finger still inside Jill's asshole. 




Jill Ch. 04



Jill Chapter 4: The Family Dinner

Jill and I held hands as we walked from her bedroom to the dining room. Jean, Jill's mother, had just announced dinner was ready. From the looks of things, Jake and Jean spared no expense. The steaks looked perfectly grilled, the lobster tails steamed and the assorted salads made my mouth water.

Jill said grace. She was thankful for the wonderful meal of all her favorite dishes but most importantly for her wonderful parents and caring boyfriend. Both Jean and Jake had tears forming in their eyes as Jill ended her prayer. It was truly a special moment that I was lucky enough to witness.

Jake quickly snapped out of it and asked Jill, "What would you like first, baby?"

Jill said, "The lobster of course." Everyone laughed knowing that Jill loved her lobster. 

We had a wonderful meal filled with great conversation and idle chit chat. As we finished, Jake told me to come with him while the women cleared the table. I followed Jake into the living room where he turned on a basketball game and we watched the Bulls and Bucks.

When Jill and Jean finished cleaning up from dinner, they came into the room with us. Jake turned off the TV as the woman entered. Jill sat next to me on the couch and Jean sat next to Jake in her matching recliner. 

Jean, never the shy one, said, "Tim, we are so happy you are Jill's boyfriend. But, now that you are both shall we say 'sexually active'..."

"Mom!" Jill burst out.

"Don't interrupt your mother young lady!" Jake bellowed.

Continuing on as nothing had occurred, "...we feel we need to set three new ground rules." 

"And these new 'ground rules' would be?" Jill quipped. She looked at me as I turned 30 shades of red. I always knew Jill's family was open and direct; but, this was an unexpectedly new approach that had me flustered and searching for any avenue to get out of there.

Jean continued, "One: You both must agree to use some form of birth control. Jill is on the pill now. Condoms are a must if she misses even one day....understood?"

We both agreed.

"Two: We don't want you having sex in a car or in strange places. You never know who might walk up on you or what they might do. So, we want you to do it your own homes." She stated.

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed.

"Three: If you have any questions regarding sex, we are here to answer them. In return, we promise to be respectful and honest when we answer."

I agreed before I even looked at Jill. Jill grabbed my hand and pulled it. I looked at her and she whispered to me, "Is there something you need to ask?"

Jean quickly piped up, "Don't be afraid or embarrassed son, go ahead and ask your question."

"The logic behind all these "ground rules" is very sound. However, is there more to the second point?" I questioned and looked at Jean. She tried to read my face to determine what I actually meant. Seeing her puzzled look, I continued, "Jill told me about the hotel." Jean gasped and Jake shuttered.

"Are you two wanting to relive your youth by 'fuc'...sorry, having sex with us?" I cautiously questioned.

Jake's color vanished. I thought he might have suffered a stroke. Jean, for the first time that I knew her, was speechless. 

Jill calmly defused the situation, "Now, we have had a lot of 'growing' in the last couple of days. Mom and dad, I am sure that neither of you ever thought you would do anything sexual with me." Both shook their heads in agreement as Jill continued. 

"However, that ship has sailed and we have experience the joy, excitement and yes, the mind blowing orgasms we can experience together. I don't regret a thing we have done and I want to continue to grow this new relationship." Jill took a deep breath and continued, "As for my loving boyfriend, I don't want you to feel like I am cheating on you. I want you to be part of my loving family and experience these new feelings with me. Can you see all the love in this room?"

"Yes," was all I had to say and the four of us stood and had a family hug. Jill and Jean sobbed; Jake and I got a little misty. It took a while for these strong emotions to simmer down as we returned to our seats.

Finally, Jill gathered her composure. As I stared into her shimmering eyes, an erotic glow beamed across Jill's face. She purred, "That was emotionally draining. Now, I need a little recharging."

She quickly reached for my cock, quickly maneuvered the button and zipper, and pulled it from the confines of my jeans. My cock sprang out as she stroked it hard before taking it between her sweet succulent lips. I made a weak attempt of a protest as Jill's amazing tongue worked its magic.

My cock grew hard in Jill's warm mouth. Her dainty hands gripped my beast as she eagerly pumped my meat. I was so close. I tried to think of anything other than the intense feeling rising from the pit of my stomach sending tingling sensations of an impending gut wrenching orgasm.

Jill knew I was close, she saw my toes curling and felt me squirming. She also spied her parents gawking at her erotic display. She wanted my cum in her mouth. She decided just then that she would share her prize with her mother.

With a final thrust down with her gripping hands, I thrust up and shot my first stream of cum down Jill's throat. Although Jill was waiting for it, the force of the eruption surprised her and she began to choke. As my cock slipped from her lips, I shot another stream across her face as a strange pair of hands grabbed my creaming cock.

Jean had magically appeared and took my cock directly to her mouth and gobbled the creamy mix down her throat. As my cock sprayed, she fully deep throated my cock. As she swallowed my searing cum, the sensations of her contracting throat caused such a mind blowing experience, I passed out.

I awoke to Jill applying a cold compress to my head and Jean fanning me with a magazine. Jake was lightly slapping my face and I heard, "Son, son, are you alright....Son? . . . I think his coming back to life. That's it."

As I looked around dazed, I focused on Jean. She was smiling and said, "I think I should have taken it easier on you. I forgot how powerful one of my blow jobs can be. Jake did the same thing the first time I did it to him." We all laughed at her revelation.

As I sat there recovering from the 'mind blowing' event, I looked at Jean, then Jill who both had strings of cum splattered over their faces. I said, "That's some good stuff; don't let it go to waste."

Both Jill and Jean knew what I wanted. They took turns as they knelt on the floor in front of me licking each others face clean of the gooey cream. Jake sat back down in his recliner and pulled his monster nine inch cock from his pants and began to stock it slowly.

As the girls finished their 'dessert', I asked, "Does anyone want seconds?" and glance over at Jake.

Both women quickly focused their attention to Jake's bulbous cock. Jill attempted to get the head of that monster into her mouth but just couldn't. So, she let her mother take the beast down her throat while she watched and learned a few new tricks.

I noticed as she watched she moved her mouth, tongue and throat the same as Jean did. It was like a mirror image. My sexy girlfriend had the best tutor in the world for learning a new skill. 

As Jill's mimicking behavior continued, she slowly caressed her small breasts which caused her nipples to extend. I knew from experience as they grew rock hard, stimulating electric currents would flow from them to her sweet tight pussy. It was only a matter of time before I would have my throbbing cock deep in my baby's hot wet cunt.

Sensing the perfect opportunity, I moved behind Jill and slowly started to undress my sexy little goddess. She was intent to learn every small detail her mother displayed and did not want to be bothered with trivial matters like undressing. She did sway to one side or the other as I needed her assistance to disrobe her but that was it. 

As I painstaking removed each piece of Jill's clothing, Jake did his best to undo Jean's blouse. Knowing they had much more experience at this, I wasn't surprised when Jean was completely naked and Jake was in his boxers when I finally removed Jill's panties.

I was the only one fully clothed. It took me less than 20 seconds to shed the cumbersome apparel and resume my position next to Jill. I saw her fingers eagerly rubbing her clit as I neared her side and the small beads of juice caught in the fair hair of her muff. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy juice again.

So, I lay next to her and gently began to lift her leg. She slowly came out of her fixation long enough to squat over my face and slowly lowered her juicy pussy down to my lips. As the first drop of her nectar touched my tongue, I felt an overwhelming warm feeling encompass my body.

I inhaled deeply filling my lungs with Jill's inner essence. The flavorful aroma seemed to permeate my being and lift me to a new sense of ecstasy. I wanted to give Jill the most intense orgasm of her life as I started to kiss, lick and suck her tender pussy.

I tried to learn quickly. If I did something and she acted favorably, I did it again with varying speeds and pressures. If she didn't like something, I tried something entirely new. 

Finally, I concentrated all my efforts on her clit. This was her magic spot. With each hard tongue stroke, she moaned and ground a little harder on my face. After several times, I decided I needed to do something to intensify the whole thing. 

My mind raced trying to think of something. Jill was getting impatient. She ground her clit hard into my face. It was getting difficult to breathe, so I bit her clit just hard enough to hopefully get a quick gasp of air. 

Unknown to both of us; this is what she wanted. She began to orgasm and ground her small pussy into my face. Again, breathing was difficult and I bit harder. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" echoed repeatedly as Jill lost control and continued to grind her cunt on my face.

This was all the Jake needed to see, hear and smell. His little girl having a massive orgasm put him over the edge as he sent the first shot of cum down his wife's talented mouth. He struggled to stand shooting his next rope across Jean's dangling breasts.

Finally, he steadied himself and fired his load at Jill. She was lost in orgasmic bliss when the first splatter of her father's cum streamed across her face. She quickly recognized the creamy texture and erotic aroma and opened her mouth as she continued to ride her sweet orgasm to its end.

Jake saw his golden opportunity and placed his spunk monster next to her lips as his last rope erupted from his quivering balls and coated his daughter's entire mouth. This deprived act combined with the taste and smell of the molten love lava sent Jill into another round of orgasmic bliss. She could no longer continue with my clitoral assault and rose off my face with her quivering knees shaking. 

I realized how overpowering her orgasm must feel and quickly got up. Now, I hurriedly positioned Jill in the doggie position and stabbed my cock into her dripping cunt. She screamed in climatic bliss as her tight pussy clenched my pounding cock. I had to cum again and we were going to do this together. 

I continued my quick actions pumping my hard shaft into Jill's spasm induced cunt. The sensations were overwhelming and I was on the verge of reaching my peak when Jill bucked back hard causing me to fall to the floor. She collapsed to the ground and panted, "No more, oh, God, it is just too intense."

Jean had been sucking Jake's deflated cock and slowly moved into the doggie position. As I watched, she shook her ass at me. Not knowing for sure if she wanted me to fuck her, I looked at her puzzled. Jake saw this and quickly snapped, "For God's sake son, sink that cock into her!"

"Hello!" I thought to myself, "You dip shit, fuck her." Without a word, I scrabbled into position and sunk my meaty girth into Jean as Jill lay at my feet quivering and jerking as her orgasm slowly subsided. Jean's pussy had a totally different feel from her daughter's. Jean felt good, but she was not as tight or firm as her daughter. 

Then out of nowhere, it felt like something grab my cock as I sawed it in and out of Jean's wet pussy. I stopped and cocked my head trying to figure out whom or what was milking my dick. It actually felt like something was jerking me off.

Jake realized what was happening as Jean smiled while continuing his blow job. He said, "Isn't it the most amazing pussy in the world. Jean has mastered the control of her pelvic muscles." Jake paused and then chucked, "Watch out when she orgasms, she may rip that young cock of yours out by the roots."

I had to agree, this was amazing. After his comment, I had to make this buxom woman cum to feel the sensations for myself. I realized I was going to have to take it easy or I would shoot way before she was ready.

So, I slowly stroked my cock into her pussy. Jean would send me little signals by changing the weight of her stance, pushing back or just moaning to let me know what she liked. I worked hard to give this woman with a nice orgasm. 

Finally, our thrusts jack hammered into each other. My hard cock slammed into a soft spongy area in the back of her pussy. Jake's cock popped from Jean's mouth and she panted out her instructions. "Harder, God Damn It! Oh fuck yes! THERE! THERE! AUGHHHHH!" we came together. 

As Jake cautioned, I wasn't able to pull out of this beautiful woman's clutching cunt. She locked on and rode my straining member, milking my squirting cock until her violent orgasm withered away.

As the last residual affects off her orgasm dwindled, Jean fell to the floor in a heap. She rolled over on her back panting searching for some cool air to revive her burning lungs. She bent her knees slightly allowing a nice view of her pussy lips. They were red, enflamed, wet, slightly open and leaking my fresh seed.

When my cock plopped from Jean's pussy, Jill quickly attacked my still hard pole and quickly cleaned the creamy mix of juices. When I was thoroughly clean, she looked up at me; only to see me staring at her mother's gaping oozing cunt. 

Jill quickly dived between her mother's legs to retrieve the remainder of our juices. Jake was rock hard by this time. He cautiously approached his daughter's cute little ass swaying as she licked, kissed and caressed her mother's used pussy.

Jake put his hands on Jill's taunt ass and spread her cheeks wide as he lined his monster up to her tight entrance. Jill grunted when Jake pushed the head of his cock into her tiny hole. Jake just stayed there to allow his daughter time to get used to his meaty girth.

As Jill relaxed, she slowly wiggled her small butt to signal she was ready. Jake patiently stroked his massive cock in and out of his tight daughter until he reached the bottom of her sweet depths. There was two full inches remaining when he felt Jill's cervix and he did not dare risk going any deeper.

Jake slowly increased the rhythm of the maiden voyage with his daughter. He wanted to savor this experience and reflect upon every detail. As he began to increase the intensity, he reached around her waste and sought out her clit. He worked that little nub harder and harder as he increased the hard driving strokes into his little girl.

Jill was becoming more vocal. Her mouth was no longer satisfying her mother, so she replaced it with her hand. She started with one finger and soon had her entire fist ramming into her mother to the same rhythm her father was fucking her.

As the three of them were on the verge of satisfying the urges, I looked down at my pre-cum leaking cock. I wanted to be part of this exciting event as well. So, I quickly approached Jean and shoved my aching dong into her mouth.

In one mighty gulp, she deep throated my cock. As Jill reamed her cunt with her hammering fist, Jean grunted, groaned and moaned. Jill neared the end with short guttural 'UGHH's' when Jake moaned, "YESSSSSS!" as his ass clenched and he sped one final thrust into his daughter's quivering hole. 

We all came in one glorious moment. Jake and I each filled our holes. Jill was screaming in orgasmic bliss as Jean's deep moans were garbled with my cum coating her throat. 

We all lay in a heap on the floor for several minutes after that crescendo. Initially, we all internally reveled in post orgasmic bliss. Slowly, we began to talk about the immense feelings of sexual satisfaction, joy and love we all shared. 

Each couple eventually retreated back to their rooms for some intimate time together. Jill and I took a long shower together. It was the first time we did this and we thoroughly enjoyed soaping each other's "private parts." 

Finally, it was time for me to return home. I knocked on Jill's parents' door to say "Good Night" and could tell by their breathless response they were in the middle of a good fuck. Jill and I laughed as she took me to the door and we kissed again.

When we finished our rousing round of tongue tag, I whispered, "Night baby."

Jill whispered back, "Just think what life will be like in college. It's gonna be great!"

I smiled and turned for home. I knew there was no way I had achieved a 19 on that test. What was Jill going to do? What was I going to do?



Jill Ch. 04



Dee started to pull it out, but Jill held his hand there for another minute while her orgasm subsided.

The video screen in Jill's booth went blank. Seconds later, Jill could hear "Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" emanating from another video booth. She heard it again. There was no mistaking her voice.

"What the fuck is going on, Dee?" Jill asked. 

Her feet slipped on the come-slick floor as she tried to stand. Dee caught her arm and held her up. Come poured from her pussy down her legs. She had never seen so much come either inside or outside of her. She stood with her legs spread and seemed shocked that her pussy lips remained parted.

"Awe shit," Iris said as she looked out the window.

"Zip it up. Po-Po here." Iris announced over the store speaker system.

Jill could hear the sound of video booth doors quickly being unlocked as occupants scattered from the store.

"Get dressed." Dee said. "And don't open your mouth."

Jill rummaged through the bag only to find her clothes not only still wet, but also very cold.

"Sometimes, Friendly has some unbelievable timing." Dee said as he let himself out of the booth. "You'd better hurry."



Jill Ch. 05



Jill slipped into her damp leather skirt, and then her wet bra and blouse. She shivered almost uncontrollably. The sweatshirt, though, was still reasonably dry and clean. 

Jill pulled the sweatshirt over her wet clothes. The sweatpants, having acted as a seat cushion and sponge for the last two hours, were completely soaked and reeked of sex. She rolled up the sweatpants and placed them in the bag with the dildos. 

Jill's feet were slick as she put her high-heeled sandals on. Her calves and thighs were on fire as she stepped out the door of the video booth. She worked out regularly, but had never worked out those muscles in quite that way.

When Jill entered the store from the video booth area, the ceiling lights seemed to be at their fullest intensity. Jill bumped into a magazine rack and then a lubricant display stand, sending bottles of Astrolube rolling around the floor.

"Well, well, Red." Officer Friendly smiled. "Do I get to add Public Intoxication to the list, too?"

"I'm not drunk," Jill answered.

"Well, we'll see." Friendly pulled the bag from Jill's hand. "What have we here? What's your fascination with dildos again? Oh, wait... they're for a bachelorette party, right?"

Jill stood and stared, shivering slightly.

"Red, you look the crack whore if I ever saw one. What else you got in this bag? One form of ID – probably fake – and $1200 cash?" Friendly put the ID and money in his pocket and handed the bag back to Jill. "You been turnin' tricks, Red?"

Iris came from the back room. Dee followed.

"Here's the tape. We didn't mean nothing by it." Iris said, handing a security tape to the police officer.

"Only copy?" Friendly asked, knowing that T.J. recorded everything digitally these days.

"Mmmm hmmm." Iris answered in the affirmative.

Friendly turned to Jill. "I don't want to have to cuff you, but I will."

Jill's eyes widened.

"You're arresting me? For what!" Jill said sternly as a new trail of come formed down her inner thigh.

"Well, let's see... Public Indecency, Prostitution, Public Intoxication, Falsifying Identification, to name a few," Friendly smiled, reaching for his handcuffs.

"I'll take you down to the station, let you make your phone call, and we'll run your prints to see what other trouble you might be into."

"No. Please don't. I'm telling you the truth. This is all a big misunderstanding." Jill pleaded.

"We'll see." Friendly turned Jill around and put her hands behind her back. He held her bag under his arm while he locked the handcuffs in place.

Jill had never been arrested in her life. The cold steel on her wrists was heavy. 

Friendly's grip on her upper arm was firm, but not painful, as he led her into the pouring rain.

"You all have a fine morning," Friendly nodded back to Iris and Dee. They just looked back at him shaking their heads disapprovingly.

She waited until the door closed, and then Iris looked at her brother. "Was tapping that 38 year-old white woman worth getting mixed up with Friendly?"

"I ain't had nothin' like it," Dee said. "I'm gonna have to get her outa this, though."

"Awe, shit." Iris said. "You best play it cool, Romeo."

"Yeah. No shit." Dee said.

"As fucked up as T.J. is, he sure called this one, didn't he?" Iris asked.

"Yeah, he's a fuckin' psychic, all right." Dee almost believed. "He's just been doin' this shit so long, he's gotten good at it. Between him and Friendly, I can't figure out why they haven't made enough money off this shit to retire, already."

"Well, if you gonna do somethin', you can start by cleaning up those booths." Iris smiled.

She knew Dee was heading out the door to help Jill. Iris could see it in his eyes. Usually, T.J. was the icebreaker, and Dee didn't get involved. The fact that Dee was actually fancy on this older redheaded woman worried her. 

Iris had helped make at least a dozen movies the same way, and it never ended well for the girl. 

They'd come in, usually out of the rain, drunk or high, and lost. 

The next thing they knew, they're sucking dicks in the video booth for taxi fare. Friendly "busts" them, but ends up working something out so he doesn't have to take them to jail.

Soon, they're making more movies, or the center of attention at private parties. Their families and friends never hear from them again – not always because they died an early death from drugs or suicide, but because they're too ashamed to go home after everything they've done. 

Dee knew there was something different about Jill, though. The most she was doing for money was putting on a show; masturbating, just so she could keep the video going. She invited him in that booth because she really wanted to get fucked. She had no idea that he had come close to orgasm several times simply by the way she kissed him. Only one other girl had ever kissed him like that. 

He knew she had a life, a husband, a daughter, and a job. He liked to think his momma raised him better than this. 

Yet, for some reason, he would like nothing more than to fuck that redhead again.

But not on Friendly's terms. 

She was older, and probably wouldn't last more than one or two trains before Friendly broke her for good. He wondered how many thugs Friendly had already called tonight, that were shaving their balls in preparation for another movie.

"Please don't take me to jail, officer." Jill pleaded. "This is going to ruin my family."

"You should have thought about that before you put that big black dick inside you." Friendly said to the rearview mirror.

"Surely, there's got to be another way," Jill asked. "Can't I just pay a fine or something? I've never done anything wrong in my life!"

"Well, now that you mention it, you'll probably only get community service." Friendly smiled. "That ain't too bad. You know, maybe cleaning a park, helping the homeless... or sucking my dick when I tell you."

Jill's eyes widened. Friendly looked at her closely in the rearview mirror, and then pulled over. 

"You think you can suck my dick when I tell you?" Friendly asked. Jill remained silent.

Friendly threw the gearshift in park, stepped out of the patrol car, and swung open Jill's door. His hand found her throat and squeezed tightly. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the rain blew into the back seat.

"I asked you a fuckin' question, Red! Can you suck my dick when I tell you?" Friendly screamed into her ear.

"Yes! Yes! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me!" Jill cried.

Friendly relaxed his grip on her throat.

"I don't want to hurt you, Red. We's just needed to come to an understanding. I think we got's one now, right?" Friendly slid his hand between her legs. Jill instinctively pressed them together.

"Open your fuckin' legs, bitch!" Friendly yelled. "You beginin' to piss me off."

Jill spread her legs wide. Friendly pushed three fingers into her wet pussy.

"Hmmm. Dee sho' did on number on you, huh? Boy's got da biggest dick in town. Wonder he don't pass out every time he gets a hard-on, huh?"

Without realizing what she was doing, Jill began to slowly gyrate her hips, easing Friendly's fingers in and out of her.

"Awe, hell yeah. Dat's better, Red." Friendly pushed a fourth finger inside and Jill let out a grunt. 

He pulled his hand from her pussy and put it up to her mouth. Jill licked his fingers as if he had dangled four cocks in front of her face and was taking turns between them.

She wasn't surprised to taste Dee's come mixed with her juices. She wished he were there now.

Officer Friendly drove to a motel that looked like it had been closed for years. Half the rooms had their numbers removed from the doors. There were no lights on outside the building, yet several cars filled the parking lot.

"Red, I'm going to give you a chance to fulfill your community service tonight, if you'd like. You do okay, here, and I'll take you home before sunrise. What you say to that?" Friendly asked as he helped Jill out of the patrol car.

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice." Jill said, shaken and on the verge of tears.

"Now don't be like that, Red." Friendly guided her up the stairs. The rain soaked her hair and her make-up streaked down her cheeks. "We all have choices. Sometimes, you got to pay for your actions. Sometimes your actions are how you get paid."

Jill wasn't sure what he meant, but knew at a minimum, she'd have Friendly's dick in her mouth, if not everywhere else.

Friendly unlocked one of the motel room doors and held it open for Jill. She stepped inside and was surprised to see it reasonably well kept. The bedding looked clean, the room didn't smell of smoke, and the furniture didn't reflect the building's 1970's exterior. 

Community service may end up being bearable after all, Jill thought.

Jill was about to sit on the bed when Friendly grabbed her by the handcuffs behind her back. The jerking motion threw her off balance and she stumbled to the floor.

"Don't even think about sitting on that bed until you've cleaned up, Red." Friendly said as he started to undress. Jill glanced at his service pistol as he placed it on the dresser. She had hoped he hadn't noticed.

When Friendly had taken off all of his clothes, he turned toward Jill, proudly displaying his tight, muscular body. His dick wasn't nearly the size of Dee's, but it was respectable – perhaps even attractive. It was only the second black dick Jill had ever seen in person, and she began to wonder how she would ever be able to please her husband if she continued to be fucked by these larger dicks. Would he notice that she wasn't as tight as she used to be?

Friendly walked up to Jill and held the back of her head as he guided his dick into her mouth. Unlike giving head to Dee, she was able to get Friendly's cock head and four inches of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat without gagging. Friendly eased his length in and out of Jill's mouth, pushing a little more down her throat each time until she eventually did gag.

"Oh, that's good Red. That's real good." Friendly smiled as he allowed Jill to catch her breath. "You got eight of my nine down your throat. What do you say you take it all now?"

Jill opened her mouth, waiting. Friendly grabbed a handful or Jill's wet hair and pumped steadily into her mouth. Each time, he'd let his long dick sink down her throat a little deeper until her tongue was pressed against his balls and her nose was pressed against his sparse, curly pubic hair. He held her tight against him for several seconds, and then slowly pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Jill maintained a tight seal with her lips around his shaft as he filled her mouth with come. She instinctively swallowed, and then began bobbing her head up and down on Friendly's shaft. 

"That's the spirit, Red." Friendly smiled as she coaxed his cock back to erection.

He pulled his tool from her lips and walked over to the dresser. He returned with the handcuff keys and reached behind Jill to remove her bindings.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Jill asked as she subconsciously rubbed her clit.

"Not yet, Red. Not yet." Friendly helped Jill to her feet. "Take off those dirty clothes and get in the shower. Clean yourself up, inside and out. When you get out, I'll have something for you to wear." 

Jill unceremoniously stripped in front of Officer Friendly.

As she bent over to unbuckle her thin high-heeled sandals, Friendly caught a glimpse of her pink asshole.

"You know how to use an enema, right?" He asked.

When Jill finished with her shower, she was as clean inside and out as she could have possibly been. The enema was an unusual experience, but she hadn't had much to eat, so there wasn't much to "cleanse" out of her system.

Friendly handed her a soft, white terry cloth robe and opened a toolbox full of make-up supplies. It looked as if someone had stolen a facial kit from a department store.

"We got about twenty minutes before we get started. Make yourself look nice, okay?" Friendly said in a businesslike manner.

Jill wasn't sure why Friendly wanted to wait to have sex with her. She wasn't being reluctant. He was attractive in his own way, and although she would never have looked twice at him crossing the street, now that he was naked, he was very easy on the eyes.

She almost felt disappointed when he wrapped a towel around his waist.

Jill found her same shade and brand of nail polish and touched up her fingernails and toenails. Friendly stepped into the bathroom to see her progress and Jill knew she had done well by the dick pushing his towel up.

Jill began to feel as if she had gotten off easy – as far as her unnecessary punishment was concerned. 

That feeling ended when the door blew open and T.J. stepped into the room.

"What we got, here?" T.J. blurted loudly. "Oh fuck! You? This is gonna be the shit, here." 

Four college boys stepped into the room behind T.J. Two of them looked just like the young, skinny black men in the first video booth movie she had watched. The other two were white and looked like boys her daughter was friends with in high school. One of them – Mark, she believed – may have dated her daughter at some point.

None of the young men looked a day over nineteen. 

A middle-aged white man walked in seconds later, carrying a tripod and camera case. Behind him, two girls, one black and one white, and neither barely over nineteen.

"What's going on?" Jill asked sheepishly. As soon as she spoke, she could tell one of the white boys recognized her. He looked at her as if to tell her to be quiet.

"We're going to see how you do with a professional photographer, Red." Officer Friendly waved his hand at the young men, motioning them to undress. "We got the spy camera footage bullshit, but this is gonna be the good stuff."

For the moment, Jill was relieved to see T.J. leaving his clothes on. 

As the young men undressed, they took turns in the bathroom, shaving, relieving themselves, showering quickly, and then standing before one of the girls. The girls remained clothed, but kneeled in front of two of the young men and used their mouths to bring the young, hairless cocks to erection.

"Red, you ready to pay your debt to society?" Friendly asked.

Jill remained silent. She stood up, walked in front of the bed, faced the cameraman, and let her robe slip off her shoulders. 

The white girl deepthroating one of the black boys stopped and turned to look at Jill. Jill suddenly recognized her as April, one of Andi's friends from freshman year of high school that had to change schools because of rezoning. She had seen April at the mall from time to time, always wearing nice clothes – nicer than her parents could afford – and usually on the arm of a black boyfriend. It made sense to Jill, now.

"All right. What do you want me to do?" Jill asked. 

That was the last thing she said for three hours.

The black boys were first to lick, suck, and fuck Jill. Their cocks were long, but not very thick. Their tongues on her pussy made Jill cry out in pleasure more than their tools inside her.

The white boys were even better at going down on her. 

T.J. directed Jill through scene after scene, in various combinations with the four young men. They fucked her repeatedly, but never climaxed. Jill, however, came at least a dozen times. She couldn't help herself. The boys were half her age and full of energy.

Each time one of the young men was about to climax, he was told to pull out or pull back. It appeared that come shots were not the highlight of this movie, at least not the men's come shots. Jill, however, had soaked half the bed.

The larger white boy, Wayne was underneath her, filling her pussy as Mark knelt behind her, easing the head of his bulbous dick into her asshole. 

The black boys had each fucked her anus twice, but their cocks weren't nearly as wide as Mark's.

"Fuck, Ms. Jill," Mark panted, "You're asshole is tighter than Andi's!"

Jill's body shook with waves of orgasm and Mark used the opportunity to push his full length inside her.

Jill bucked hard, her pussy spasming on Wayne's fat shaft as her sphincter held tight around Mark's cock. She shuddered again moments later as she felt Mark fill her bowels with semen.

A stream of come oozed from her asshole and down Wayne's shaft as Mark stepped off the bed.

"Awe man, why'd you have to go and do that?" Wayne complained.

April had a warm washcloth ready and wiped off Mark's tool before sucking him back to rigidity.

The black girl took another washcloth and wiped off Wayne's dick and the crack of Jill's ass. She gave Jill a quick kiss on the ass cheek as she stepped out of frame.

"That's alright, Mark." Friendly said. He had been sitting in the background, not saying a word the entire time T.J. was directing Jill. "We're almost done for tonight. You did good, hoss. You deserved a nut."

Mark resumed his position and the two continued fucking Jill for another fifteen minutes.

The two black boys were climaxing in the mouths of the two girls as Mark stepped off the bed.

Jill collapsed on Wayne, and he politely rolled her off of him, laying her on her side.

As Wayne stepped off the bed, Friendly stepped on.

"I think that's a wrap, T.J." Friendly said without argument.

"Shit, we got enough for a double-feature. If she sells well, we might have to offer her a regular position." T.J. smiled as he helped pack up the camera equipment. 

The young men showered and dressed, and then escorted the girls out of the room, followed by the cameraman and T.J.

"Red, it's just you and me, now." Friendly smiled as he lifted one of Jill's legs. 

His cock was every bit as big as Mark's now, as he rubbed it against Jill's asshole. 

Jill reached back and lifted an ass cheek invitingly.

Friendly may have been a bastard toward Jill since the beginning, but now, he was fucking her with finesse. He sucked on her toes as he rhythmically slid more of his thick tool inside her. He reached down to her sopping wet, and loose pussy and pressed firmly against her swollen clit. 

Wetness gushed between his fingers as Jill orgasmed, but Friendly maintained his rhythm.

He turned Jill in several positions, each new one allowing more of his long cock inside her than the previous, until finally all of his full nine inches was inside her. 

"That's a good white girl." Friendly said as he began to fuck Jill's ass faster.

The motel room door swung open, and Jill feared T.J. had returned to feed her his unwanted tool.

Instead, Jill's eyes were both relieved and shocked when she recognized Dee.

"I think that's enough, Friendly." Dee said.

"Boy, have you lost your mind?" Friendly said without losing pace. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out! Besides, your dick-sucking girlfriend has already left." 

Friendly continued to slide in and out of Jill's ass as he waited for Dee to say or do something. April was actually Dee's ex-girlfriend, and Friendly knew it.

Dee stood frozen, watching his father expertly fuck Jill's bottom. Friendly then positioned himself under Jill so she was sitting on his cock with her full weight. He leaned back, and Jill leaned back against him. She raised her knees and placed her beautiful white feet on Friendly's black upper thighs.

"Put your goddamned meat in her cunt and finish her off, proper like!" Friendly said from behind Jill.

Dee was hesitant, but Jill raised her head enough to let him know it was okay. She was doing all the work on his father's manhood, allowing several inches of his shaft to be exposed before impaling herself until it disappeared back inside her.

Dee's cock was full and firm within seconds of taking down his pants. 

Jill's clitoris throbbed as he twisted his cockhead and pushed it inside her. 




Jill Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Graduation Day

The day finally arrived; my ACT score was delivered in the mail. It was only three weeks before Jill and I were to graduate so there wasn't any time to retake the test if I didn't have that magic number 19. I took the letter from the kitchen table and went into my room.

I sat on my bed, took a deep breathe and opened the letter. There were four scores but the composite, 'COMP,' was the important one to me. They read: English 17, Math 22, Social Studies 18, Natural Sciences 19, and Composite 19.

I jumped up screaming in elation and ran as fast as I could to Jill's. My mother looked at me, smiled and laughed as I ran out the door. Jill was outside weeding the flower garden and heard me 'Whooping it up' the whole way. 

She started running in my direction and we met in Mrs. Ackerman's front yard. She was knitting on her front porch watching our commotion. I was breathless as I just held up my scores for Jill to see.

She took the letter and read it. She was crying by the time it finally sank in. I had achieved the minimum score to gain entry to her college. We hugged and kissed and by this time all the neighbors had gathered in Mrs. Ackerman's front yard to congratulate me.

After the hand shakes, high fives and the crowd cleared, Jill and I went back to my house and called the Admissions Office to see what my 'status for admissions' was now that I had a better ACT score. After being on hold for nearly 20 minutes, we talked with Daren and he said that this year's scores were higher than last year's. At this point, I was number 79 on the waiting list for admissions. I was supposed to check back weekly as students finalized their plans. Daren was confident I would be sent an acceptance letter soon. 

We were cautiously optimistic about my chances of acceptance to Jill's college and life progressed as normal. We planned our graduation parties so we each could attend the others. We prepared for our final exams with the occasional study break of sweet hot sex.

Finally, it was the eve of our high school graduation. Jill and I were making out on her bed. I was feeling a little frisky and she was nervous about her big speech. Apparently her performance on the Debate Team rewarded her with opportunity to give a speech at the commencement ceremony.

I was extremely proud of her for this honor. But as the time got closer to her giving the speech, she became more distant. Maybe distracted is more accurate. Nonetheless, I felt she was pushing me way.

When I asked her, "What's wrong?"

She promptly said, "Oh I'm just nervous about tomorrow morning. Would you mind if we cut it short tonight so I can practice?"

This was weird. Jill never asked me to leave; not even when we had a fight. I guessed anything was possible, but she had spoken to larger groups than the few hundred that would be in attendance at the ceremony. I was confused.

I said, "Sure, I'll see myself out so you can make it perfect. I love you."

"Love ya," she piped back as we kissed.

On the way out, I asked Jean, Jill's mom, if she knew what was up with Jill. I said, "She's acting a little strange."

Jean said it was probably just nerves. I wished her a good night and left.

Early in the morning, I dressed and quickly made my way over to Jill's house. I was supposed to give her a ride for her dress rehearsal. We were going to grab a light breakfast and then march down the aisle (so to speak).

When I arrived, Jean met me at the door in her white transparent silk robe that left nothing to the imagination. She said Jill left a few minutes ago with her father. Then, she asked if I wanted to come in for breakfast. I went in, not so much to eat, but to talk.

I was confused. Jill and I had been together for over five years. I was now number 3 on the waiting list for admission to her college. Now, that our lives were finally on track to be able to spend them together for the rest of our lives, Jill's attitude towards me grew more distant every day.

Jean made pancakes while I discussed my concerns. Jean had always been frank with me so I knew if there was something going on, she would tell me. As I talked, Jean sashayed around shaking her ample ass and bodacious boobs. Slowly, I became more interested in Jean than the problems I was having with her daughter.

My cock rose and I decided if she was going to tease me like that, I was going to fuck her senseless. I quickly took my clothes off and threw them on a nearby chair. My hard seven inch cock bobbed as I made my way to this sexy MILF. 

I reached around her waist as my arm slid across her 38DD boobs and turned off the burned to the stove. She turned to find me naked as her robe fell open. It had been about a month since we last fucked and I was ready for another marathon session before the graduation ceremony.

Jean knelt in front of me and started sucking my hard cock. When she had it nice and wet, she spit in her cleavage and sandwiched my cock between her great mounds. The soft warm skin of her bosom felt great as my hard rod slid easily between them. 

I knew Jean, like her daughter, had sensitive nipples that when tweaked properly would send electric sensations right to her pussy. So as Jean had those big beautiful breasts encompassing my cock, I pinched each nipple slightly jiggling them. This allowed the massive weight of each boob to create the sensations she loved.

Within minutes, Jean begged me to bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her. I could see she was dripping wet but I wanted to wait. I knew the longer I waited there was more of a chance her husband, Jake, would return.

Jake loved to watch me fuck his wife. Then, he would fuck her and show me how I could improve. I loved the two of them more than they could ever know.

Finally, Jean couldn't take any more; she stood, strutted over to the table and assumed the position. She bent at the waste with her boobs smashed into the table. Her arms spread her meaty ass cheeks and she swayed her ass seductively. "Get over here and fuck me, NOW!" Jean hissed as I spent a little too much time admiring her sexy body.

I casually strode over and in one quick stroke sunk balls deep into this vixen's silky hot cunt. Jean moaned with extreme pleasure at the sudden assault on her pussy. Jean was used to her husband's cock. It was two inches longer, had more girth and could pound the deep recesses of her channel. 

So to please this woman, I gave it to her hard and furious. Jean did not have the incredibly tight pussy Jill had, but she knew how to use her pelvic muscles and when she contracted them, seemingly at will, she rocked my world. Jean sensed that I was daydreaming or loosing focus as she clamped down on my manhood to snap me back to reality and the task at hand: to get her off.

When she contracted her muscles, I was on a downward thrust. The sensation I felt changed from a sloppy blow job to a firm hand job. With this increased friction, my hard fast thrusts caused me to feel the first twinge of my impending apex. I wanted to last more than a couple minutes so I suggested we change positions.

Jean knew my favorite was sitting on the couch and having her ride my dick as her big mama tits bounced or smashed into my chest. She loved it when we lined up perfectly and she would grind the back of her cervix against my cock head. This is still one of my favorite positions and reflecting on these memories always brings a smile to my face.

Jean and I quickly moved to the couch. I sat and Jean slowly strattled my waste and sunk her sweet lips around my throbbing cock. She bounced and I countered with thrusts of my own. Her lovely boobs swayed and jiggled as they bounced against my chest and I was in heaven.

"Honey, I'm back," Jake announced as he walked through the front door. 

"We're in the living room," Jean quickly shouted.

As Jake entered the living room, he saw his sexy wife of eighteen years riding the boyfriend of his daughter's cock. He smiled and said, "I see Jean is giving you your graduation present early. Care if I join?"

Jean squealed with delight at the idea. A threesome was something we had never done before and I was excited by the whole idea. "You bet, let's do it."

Jake quickly undressed. While removing his clothes he asked me, "Do you want the ass or pussy son?"

I hadn't really thought about it until Jake said something. I truly loved Jean's pussy. The warm, wet, tight gripping snatch was heavenly. I wondered what fucking her ass would be like; but, I was not to keen on the whole 'shit dick' thing. "Jake, what do you suggest?" I asked deferring my decision to the man who had fucked both holes repeatedly over the years.

Jake smiled sensing my aversion to anal fucking. Jake said, "Son, some day you are going to have to 'man up'. Right now, sex is new and wonderful and exciting. Some day, I know it seems impossible now, the same positions will get boring and sex can turn into just another chore that you have to do. Keep an open mind and explore your partner's body. There are so many possibilities; don't limit yourself. You may not enjoy everything you try; but at least you tried something new and that will show your lover you cared enough to try."

This speech seemed a little out of place: all of that over an ass or pussy. I was confused but thanks to Jean, I was still balls deep in a grinding pussy and oh so close to blowing my load. I knew I was close, so rather than just stay in Jean's pussy and cum, I said, "I'll try the ass."

Jean immediately corrected me, "Jean's wonderfully tight ass, if you please."

"To go without saying, my dear," I quipped.

Jake sat next to me on the couch while Jean shifted over and strattled Jake. I was surprised Jake was rock hard already. Usually, Jean had to work on him a little but not this time. I wondered if our little show earlier got his juices flowing.

Jean grabbed Jake's thick stick and gave it a quick couple of strokes. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked it, leaving a trail of dripping saliva as she returned to his pole. Satisfied there was enough lube, Jean slowly sank down on Jake's massive beast.

Next, Jean leaned into Jake. Jake told me, "Lube that sweet little asshole, boy. Stick your tongue in as far as it will go and enjoy the sweet taste."

The thought of sticking my tongue in anyone's ass made me want to puke. I wasn't sure if Jake was some how messing with my head or if I was really supposed to do it. Jake had always been a straight shooter and never gave me any bullshit, so I figured he wouldn't start now.

As a result of this reflection, I leaned towards Jean's luscious ass with my tongue flicking. The first thing I noticed was the strong pungent aroma of Jean's sweet pussy juices and the distinct smell of sweat and shit. Surprisingly, the combination of the smells was not gross; NO, it was intoxicating.

I couldn't wait to dive my tongue deep in Jean's tight crinkled star. As I neared this taboo area, my flicking tongue touched Jean's asshole and she flinched and giggled. My taste buds exploded with delightful new flavors I had never experienced. I hungrily began to stab my prodding tongue into Jean's ass. 

"Take it easy tiger!" Jean squealed as I tried desperately to taste every glorious inch of her long dark tunnel. After a few short moments, Jean said, "I think I'm ready...give it to me baby."

I really didn't want to end my all-out anal assault with my tongue; but I really wanted to try this double penetration thing. I had seen it in porno movies and it had always turned me on. Now, it was my turn to try it.

I grabbed my throbbing cock which was oozing pre-cum like crazy and placed the head directly on Jean's now winking crinkle. I just watched in amazement as she literally winked with her asshole. Again, I lost focus until Jean's subtle, "OK, I'm ready."

I slowly sank my cock into her anus as she grunted and flexed that mighty chute. I thought to myself, "It looks like she is trying to take a crap." This thought quickly disappeared as I experienced the tight grip of her ass milking my hard rod. As I slowly bottomed out with my balls dangling on her cheeks, I felt Jake move his big cock. 

The thin membrane between Jean's ass and pussy seemed as thin as a condom. I could feel Jake's bulbous head as Jean moved to fine a good rhythm that we could all follow. Jake's head moved along the bottom of my shaft. It felt weird at first; like another finger running along under my dick.

Jean's ass was tight and when she flexed her muscles, the grip was extraordinary. She actually squeezed my cock; not so tight that I couldn't move, but tight enough that I had to concentrate to keep my steady rhythm. Jake's cock went in when my cock went out.

The clutching of Jean's ass combined with the added pressure from Jake's cock created the ultimate sensation. I grunted, "I am so close."

Jean gasped, "Baby, I am too; clench your ass cheeks until we can all cum together."

I clenched my cheeks so tight; I feared I wouldn't shit for a week. The overwhelming sensations eased a bit. Then, Jean's deep tunnel started to twitch and contract in ways she hadn't before. These new movements were making it to difficult for me to concentrate on my clenching and still maintain the strokes in rhythm. The extreme pleasure I felt had me dizzy and my balls reached the boiling point. My toes curled and my knees wobbled. I had to CUMMMM. 

Jean screamed, "OH MY GOD!" Her anal contractions went into over drive and I rammed hard into her ass as I shot a powerful blast of cum deep in the recesses of her tunnel. I lost balance and I collapsed on her back.

Jean flailed around grinding her pussy on Jake's monster cock as he pumped his seed deep in her pussy. I felt the powerful jets of Jake's cum bounce off Jean's thin wall and against my cock. This made my cock twitch and expand its girth. Jean smiled as she turned her head and kissed me and then Jake.

We all lay there in a massive heap panting for air with sweat dripping from our bodies. Our position became uncomfortable and our cocks slowly deflated. When my withered cock popped from Jean's ass, I slowly stood and then lay on the floor at their feet. 

Jean quickly followed my lead. She rose off Jake's cock and immediately cupped her pussy and then her ass. I wondered what she was doing as she ran out of the room. Then, it dawned on me as I saw the cum leak between her fingers. We had filled her pussy and ass with two huge loads of cum. She didn't want to have cum stains on the couch when the guests arrived for Jill's graduation party.

Jake looked at me and said, "Use Jill's bathroom and clean up. It's about time for you to leave for the ceremony, isn't it?"

I had twenty-two minutes to take a quick shower, get dressed and drive to the high school. Thankfully, it was close. I hurried out of the room gathering my clothes and showered.

I arrived just as my classmates were lining up. Jill led the procession since she had a part in the presentation, I was near the back. As we walked in, I tried to catch her attention but she seemed distracted.

The ceremony was fine. There were the traditional boring speeches and scholarship presentations. It ended with Jill's speech. I patiently waited for this because I knew all the hard work she put into it. As she opened the folder to read the contents, she looked at me for the first time. She stared for an uncomfortable amount of time as tears welled in her eyes. Then, she began to read her speech. 

As I watched my beautiful girlfriend, she seemed distant. Her speech titled "Live Your Dreams" was a roaring success. Applause erupted throughout the rousing parts. Sobs were heard from mothers and students during the touching pieces. Then, the last few lines of the speech hit me like a freight train.

What I say to you now is 'live your dreams'. Do not sacrifice your dreams for the sake of the ones you love. Go into this new chapter of your life with your head held high knowing that you will make a difference. Do what you know you must; don't sacrifice your happiness to live another's dream: 'LIVE YOUR DREAMS!' 

Tears trailed down my face. I knew this was Jill's way of breaking up with me. She knew I was going to her college to follow her dream. She knew I didn't have the feeling she had for art but I was willing to follow her anywhere. 

I also knew that we would have a face to face break up. We had been a couple for over five years. We were each other's 'firsts' in so many ways. Now, my world was collapsing around me.

As we walked out of the gym, I tried to compose myself. As we filed out of the building, we had to stand in line for nearly an hour as everyone in attendance shook our hands. This was hell. I just wanted to run over to Jill, hug her and tell her she was my 'dream'.

After the dog and pony show ended, I searched for Jill. She was nowhere to be found. So, I jumped into my car and raced to her house. Driving along Main Street, I looked at the familiar stores. All the memories Jill and I made in them streamed through my mind. 

Then, I passed the Army Recruiting Station. Staff Sergeant Jones sat at his desk as I rolled to a stop (still in the middle of the road). Old Man Jenkins honked his horn at me to knock me out of my trance and I pulled into an empty parking spot.

Old Man Jenkins pulled next to me and said, "Gonna follow in the old man's foot steps, ehh?"

I looked at him and said, "Yes sir!" 

He nodded and smiled, "Good for you," with his yellow brown teeth gleaming in the sun. He got out of his rusty truck and headed to the café. As he walked away, I glanced at his faded "Death From Above" tattoo and vowed not to get one for myself.

I went into the recruiting office and 30 minutes later I was the newest Army private. Staff Sergeant Jones and I had talked on several occasions and he had the paperwork ready for me to sign (just in case I ever changed my mind). He knew my family's history and we talked at length about what specialty would best suit my skills and future needs. 

Because the skill I selected was so specialized, I only had two dates for the year to choose for my training. The first date was Monday morning. That meant I would have to leave tomorrow. The second was November 15th. I chose Monday because the thought of being around Jill if we weren't together tore me up inside.

When I arrived home, my parents wondered why I was so late. I told them I talked with friends. I was brief and they assumed I wanted to get to Jill's party.

I changed clothes, farted around and eventually went to Jill's party. By the time I arrived, most of the guests had already left. There were just a few relatives left helping Jean clean up.

As I entered, Jean and Jake quickly announced my presence and the relatives all came rushing over to greet and congratulate me. Finally, I saw Jill. She was the last to hug me.

She whispered, "Let's go to my room, we need to talk." I thought to myself, "Here it comes. Be cool." I nodded and we held hands until we were sitting on her bed facing each other.

She leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Congratulations, graduate." 

"You too," I waited for her to continue.

"What did you think of my speech?" She questioned.

"It was powerful and moving. The audience was both touched and inspired," I truthfully said.

"No, what did YOU think?" Jill pressed.

"I know the last paragraph was wholly devoted to me. To tell you the truth, I was pissed, hurt and embarrassed that you chose that moment to break up with me," I quivered as my emotions were getting the best of me.

She quickly said, "It was the only way I could tell you how I felt without backing down. We have so much history together, but ultimately, I can't be the one to ruin your life. We just don't have the same visions for our futures. I want to travel the world and see all the major art pieces ever created. You are happy to run the family business and stay here your entire life."




Jill Ch. 05



As she spoke, I slowly realized how much thought she had put into this decision and how much it hurt her to say those things. Nonetheless, everything was true. Jill had things thought out twenty steps ahead of me. She knew what she wanted. Slowly, I realized she also knew what I truly wanted. 

"Jill, I have something to tell you," I paused briefly to inhale and summon the courage. She lovingly looked into my eyes as I began, "Everything you said is true. You know me better than I know myself. The reason I was so late arriving is because..."

Jill cut me off, "Because you joined the Army and tomorrow you ship out."

"How?" was all I managed to mumble in my confused state.

"This week was the toughest week of my life. I wanted the speech to be perfect. I had to make you understand how to 'live your dream'. And YES, the paperwork Sergeant Jones had ready was all part of the master plan," she explained.

"Now, let's go to your party, have fun and let's spend this night together re-living all the happy memories we have. I will drive you to the airport tomorrow and we will begin the next chapter of our lives. Know one thing mister, you better write me every day of your Basic Training or I'll come down to Georgia and kick your ass. Your Drill Sergeants won't have shit on me, do you understand," she barely finished because she was laughing so hard.

We left her room, walked to my house and had a lot of fun at my party. The house was filled with friends and relatives. It was great. 

When the party died down, Jill and I helped my parents clean the mess. My mother wanted 'the lovebirds' to go and have fun. At this point, I sat mom and dad down and told them that I joined the Army and this was my last day before I left. My dad was overjoyed about my decision but questioned the timing. Mom just freaked. She liked the idea of me attending college with Jill. 

I explained "The Speech" Jill had given at our ceremony and they understood. Mom hugged Jill and said no matter what she would always be a member of our family. For the first time in my life, my dad hugged Jill and was so choked up he couldn't even get a word out.

After the emotions calmed down a bit, I announced that Jill and I were going to my bedroom. This was extremely taboo for my mother: No sex until marriage. For some unknown reason, she gave us both a hug and simply said, "I love you."

Jill and I were physically and emotionally drained. I had to be at the airport at 5:00AM and it was 12:30AM. She quickly helped me pack the few belongings I would need for my trip and I set the alarm for 4:00.

Three and a half hours was all the time we had left together before I had to make my journey. I didn't want to waste any time. We undressed and lay in bed. As we looked at each other, we smiled, kissed and hugged. We talked about various things we did together that left lasting impressions upon us.

Before long, I glanced at the clock and it was 3:30. I looked at Jill and she read my mind, as she usually did. She grabbed my flaccid cock and quickly had it hard. She slowly slid between my legs and expertly sucked my throbbing beast into a dripping mess.

Satisfied with her work, she slinked up, manhandled my rod and eased down on its girth. I wanted to remember this forever. The feel of her tight wet pussy gripping my rod as she rode up and down my pole was wonderful. As she moved her tiny frame, her small boobs shined in the moon light. The erect nipples were just to inviting and I lightly tweaked them. I could tell she liked this because she started riding me faster and harder. 

I pulled her to my chest and one of her straining nipples fell into my mouth. I bit first one, then the other hoping to send my fiery lover into her first orgasm of the night. Jill ground down hard on my cock. I felt the head rubbing against her cervix. As the sensations became too much for her, she tumbled into an erotic bliss.

When her breathing returned to normal, I hurriedly flipped her over with her legs spread and heels on my shoulders. Repeatedly, I rammed my cock into her dripping cunt. I was a madman. The bed springs were squeaking loader and loader as I hammered away.

Jill screamed, "Oh, yes, yes, YES!" She came but I wanted more. I WANTED MORE. 

I continued to pound Jill until the familiar urges became too intense. As I came, all of the fucking emotions flooded my mind. This was it. Time was out. Jill and I were . . . over.

I lay on Jill in a heap. Her legs were spread eagle and slowly she wrapped them around my back. It had to be uncomfortable but she just lay there under me running her fingers through my hair as I cried. We lay like that for 8 minutes until my fucking alarm clock buzzed.

Silently, we walked naked to my connecting bathroom and quickly took a shower together. We dressed and Jill drove my parents' car to the airport. She stayed by my side until the final boarding call for my flight. We hugged, kissed and I left to begin a new chapter of my life without Jill.



Jill Ch. 05



He looked into Jill's eyes and realized what it was about her that turned him on so much.

Father and son continued to fuck Jill for another twenty minutes, and then, as if on queue, the two simultaneously filled her asshole and pussy with their semen.

Jill's orgasm may have been intense, but she had passed out from exhaustion only seconds prior.

Friendly handed Jill's driver's license to Dee. "Get her home while I clean this place up."

Dee quickly dressed and looked back at his father. "Let's not do this again with her, okay?"

"Why? You got a crush on her, boy?" Friendly asked as he holstered his pistol.

Dee lifted Jill's legs as he slipped her skirt on. "No, but I think I got a crush on her daughter."



Jill Ch. 06



Jill lay motionless for several minutes.  The sunlight warmed her face, causing her to open her eyes, and then squeeze them shut.  She could tell by the pleasant smell of the sheets that she was in her bed, in her home, but she had no recollection of how she got there.  

She slowly sat up, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed.  She was completely naked.
Jill stood up, felt dizzy, and sat back down on the bed.  She stretched her arms out in front of her.  Bruises.  She looked at her legs.  More bruises.  Her stomach twisted, causing her to sprint to the toilet.  

"What did you bastards do to me?" Jill said as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
She felt as if she had the worst hangover of her life.  Her body ached as if she had been in several fights all night, which would explain the bruises.  As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a pink spot on her right thigh.  It could have been a mosquito bite, but it had been too cold for mosquitoes.  She had been stuck with something.  Drugged.

The events of the previous twelve hours hit Jill like a bullet train.  
"Oh my God!  They filmed me!" Jill realized.  "And I didn't even put up a fight."

She stumbled back into the bedroom and found her damp clothes on the floor, next to two large dildos and a piece of paper.  

"Red, you did fine with Friendly.  I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner to stop him.  He won't bother you no more, as long as you stay away.  You got what you wanted for your party, and then some.  Stay away.  Please.  If you don't, you might not come back home. D."

Jill crumpled the note and ran back into the bathroom to throw up again.  
"How much come did I swallow?" Jill whispered.  
Whatever drug they had used numbed the pain they inflicted upon her.  Now that the drug had worn off, she felt everything as if it were all happening at the same time.

She had a flashback of the night before.  Were there four men?  Eight?  Sixteen?  How many times had they taken her?  How many ways?

Jill sat naked, in shock, for nearly an hour, when the phone rang.
It was the realtor's office.  They had been calling all morning.  They needed Jill to show a house in her area – in an hour – if she wanted to keep her job.

She really didn't want to do anything, but she needed something to take her mind off all of this.  Jill showered and dressed conservatively, in an effort to cover most of the bruises on her body.  Her lightly tanned legs rarely required stockings or pantyhose, but given the bruises, she felt it was necessary today.  

An hour later, Jill was standing in front of the house for sale.  It started raining, so Jill went inside and sat on one of the few remaining chairs left in the living room.  The owner had staged the house with furniture, but decided she needed the furniture in another home she was selling.  All that was left was a bed in the master bedroom and two large chairs in the living room.  Jill loved the feel of the overstuffed chair, and allowed herself to fully relax inside it.  She closed her eyes for what she thought were only seconds.

A loud crack of lightning and the boom of thunder shook her out of her sleep.  
The prospective buyer was a no-show.  Jill looked at her watch.
"Five o'clock?" she gasped.
She called the office.  No answer.  They were either out showing property, or gone for the day.  

Jill made the rounds through the house, turning off lights and locking doors.
As she stepped out the front door in the pouring rain, a black Mercedes pulled up behind her car.  Jill waited for a moment, her umbrella not doing its job.  

An Asian woman, probably in her 30's, wrapped a raincoat around her as she quickly dashed toward Jill.  

Jill turned toward the house and quickly unlocked the door so they could both step inside.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," the Asian woman said as she took off her high heels inside the door.  "I'm Kyla," she said with an outstretched hand.

"Jill," said accepting her handshake and apology.  Kyla looked to be of Thai or Philippine descent, but was obviously fully westernized in her appearance and manners.  Jill also noticed the buttons on Kyla's blouse were misaligned as if she dressed in a hurry, and that her bra was unclasped in the back.

"I just came in, I mean from, a meeting that took longer than expected.  I'm so glad you waited." Kyla smiled and revealed a perfect set of teeth.  

"It was no problem, really." Jill said as she grabbed her notebook.  "Shall I show you around?"

Kyla nodded and followed Jill through an expert showing of the property.  As Jill followed Kyla up the stairs, she noticed the unmistakable smell of sex.  A small trail of come formed down Kyla's inner thigh.

"May I use the restroom?" Kyla asked.
"Of course." Jill said, holding back from saying that she knew the feeling of needing to use the bathroom after a good fuck.  Come had a way of leaking out at the most inopportune times.

A few minutes later, Jill heard the shower being turned on.  It was unusual, and a first, but Jill decided that with as strange as her life had been the last few weeks, she shouldn't be surprised.  After about twenty minutes, though, Jill thought she should check on Kyla.

When Jill knocked on the bathroom door, there was no answer.  Jill opened the door to see Kyla wiping steam off the mirror and stepping back to admire herself.  
At 5' 1", Kyla was very petite, but also very well proportioned.  Her all-over natural tan was perfect.  Her wet hair, slick and straight, was pulled back flat against her back.  Kyla's hips were wide for her size, but still very attractive.

"There wasn't any toilet paper, and I figured since it was just us girls, you wouldn't mind." Kyla said, completely unashamed of her naked body.  She turned and allowed Jill to see every inch of her.  Kyla smiled as Jill's eyes momentarily sought out and locked onto Kyla's pussy.  

"You like girls?" Kyla asked, invitingly.
"No, I'm not a lesbian, sorry." Jill answered, uncomfortably.
"Neither am I." Kyla said.  "I just figured you might be, though, the way you were looking at my pussy.  It's okay if you want to look at it.  I look at it all the time."

"It's very pretty." Jill felt obligated to say.  It was, in fact, possibly the prettiest pussy Jill had ever seen, not that she had seen that many.  Kyla's mound was hairless, with no signs of stubble.  The lips were almost non-existent.  The clit was barely visible, tucked away between two smooth halves of her peach.

"My husband paid for the electrolysis on my pussy.  I'll never have to shave it again." Kyla said proudly as she caressed her mound.  "Touch it."  Kyla invited as she leaned back against the bathroom vanity.  "Really, you have to feel how smooth it is."

Jill couldn't help herself.  She was curious not only about the feel of this woman's pussy, but of this woman's intentions. 
"That IS smooth!" Jill whispered.
Kyla put her hand on Jill's and guided one of Jill's fingers down and between her lips.  Jill's finger was drenched in Kyla's wetness immediately.
"Oh, that feels so good." Kyla purred.  "Don't stop."
"I think you've got the wrong idea, here..." Jill started.
"I think I have the right idea!  Make me come and I'll buy this house." Kyla gasped.

Jill felt dizzy.  "I don't think so." Jill withdrew her hand.  "Please, I don't..."
Kyla grabbed Jill's hand and placed it back on her pussy.
"Make me come, please... I'm so close." Kyla begged.

Jill paused for a moment, knowing the feeling of being so close to orgasm only to be denied by a selfish or "tired" partner.  It didn't happen often, but when it did, she excused herself to the bathroom to finish herself.  
Jill slid two fingers inside Kyla's pussy, and rotated her thumb over Kyla's swelling clit.
Kyla pulled Jill's face to hers and kissed her deeply.  Jill returned the kiss, and then withdrew enough to look down.  She could not believe hers was the hand finger-fucking this woman.

"Oh shit!  Oh fuck!" Kyla gasped.  Her stomach tightened as Jill easily slid her pinky finger in her asshole.  Jill didn't know how many loads of semen had recently been deposited in Kyla's rectum, but she imagined it must have been many by the way the come was dripping out of her.

"What's all this?" Jill asked, as come dripped on the bathroom floor.

"I had to fuck my way out of speeding ticket." Kyla said between gasps.  She pulled Jill's hand further into her pussy.  Jill curled her fingers slightly and pressed steadily on Kyla's G-spot, causing Kyla to convulse into a strong orgasm.

Kyla released Jill's hand, and pulled Jill's face to hers.  They kissed deeply for almost two minutes as Kyla's orgasm subsided.  

"I was running late as it was when I got pulled over by this black cop with an attitude." Kyla said as she dressed.  "He was really giving me a hard time, so I jokingly offered to blow him.  The next thing I know, he has me on my hands and knees in the back seat of his patrol car, taking his time poking and prodding my butt.  Lucky for me, my husband has been fucking me in the ass for years.  I kinda like it.  I just hate when a guy comes in my butt because it always seems to leak out at the worst moments."

Jill shuddered as she remembered Officer Friendly and his son fucking her at the same time.  Kyla unbuttoned Jill's blouse and admired her large, full breasts.  Jill allowed the small-framed Asian woman to kiss her body as she undressed.  Kyla's lips sucked tightly around Jill's nipples while her hands ripped Jill's panties apart.

"I thought you weren't lesbian," Jill gasped as Kyla bent down and shoved four fingers of her small hand up Jill's sopping wet cunt.  Jill's legs felt weak.  Kyla had Jill sit on the edge of the bathroom vanity.  Jill put one foot on the toilet paper dispenser, and held her other leg up with her free hand.  Kyla wasted no time bending down and kissing all around Jill's pussy.  When she finally rested her mouth on Jill's clit, Kyla licked quickly but firmly.  Jill let out a moan as Kyla eased her whole hand into her pussy.  Sooner than expected, Jill felt herself coming.  Kyla pressed her tongue hard against Jill clit as her hand and face were flooded with Jill's wetness.  Jill pulled Kyla's face up to hers and licked her own pussy juice from Kyla's lips, cheeks, and chin.  

Without speaking, Kyla and Jill showered together, not getting out until they had used all of the hot water.  Kyla could see Jill's bruises, but decided not to mention them.  She had a feeling they'd be in touch, and Jill would tell her when she was ready.

The whole afternoon felt surreal to Jill.  She was thankful the rain had finally stopped.
She again felt dizzy, but it passed as soon as she stepped outside the house.  She managed to drive back to the real estate office followed by Kyla, and put her earnest check in the safe.  Kyla was true to her word and would buy the house within the next two weeks.



Jill Ch. 06



Jill Chapter 6: The Reunion

The rain smashed into the plane and the turbulence increased. Suddenly, the plane dropped several feet. Screams and shrills came from all directions and then silence flooded the cabin. Over the load speaker, the captain said we would be landing in Dallas within the next few minutes. He explained there was no need to worry because he had landed in weather worse than this hundreds of times.

I thought to myself, "Nice job calming the passengers down." I wondered what First Sergeant Grantham would have said to the crew of my Army Company if he were here. The memories of my time in the Army were racing through my mind. I had completed two four-year tours and now it was time to go home and help run the family business.

After the nostalgia ran its course, it struck me there was no chance of catching my connecting flight home. The sky to the West looked even worse than what we had experienced as quarter sized hail began to pound the side of the plane.

As the pilot descended, the plane rocked from side to side which jerked me back to reality. The left side tires hit first and then bounced the plane to the right. It felt like the plane was going to flip over. The gasps and screams got louder. Then, the pilot regained control and sped to our gate. 

After I departed the plane with my carry on in tow, I went to the nearest desk and waited in a short line. The weather continued to get worse. The TV located next to the desk showed the Weather Channel reporting a tornado in the area. As if on cue, a message began to play repeatedly over the intercom stating all flights were cancelled due to severe weather.

I was next in line and asked if it was possible for the airline to get me a hotel for the night. The attendant said I was lucky because I got the last room available. When she told me that, everyone in the line behind me groaned because they knew they would be spending the night on the airport floor.

Thankfully, I had a room and was off to the hotel. As I waited for the shuttle to pick me up, I heard a familiar voice talking loudly in a phone booth behind me. I turned to see who it was and to my amazement, it was Jill, an old girlfriend. 

If the truth is to be told, she was a primary reason I left to join the Army. We had been an item for over five years through junior high and high school. I was planning on following her to college with the hopes of marrying her when we graduated. However, on gradation day, we broke up and I joined the Army. 

I had a lot of time to think about our relationship since that day. As painful as the break up was, it was the right thing to do. Jill always knew me better than I knew myself. I had no hard feelings about the break up now and was interested in catching up with her.

Standing before me, Jill was now a 26 year old, 4 foot 11 inch, 92 pound, raven haired beauty who had the most beautiful emerald green eyes. Her 32C-22-32 figure was the envy of all her girlfriends. She worked out regularly and had very defined abs and a pert little ass. However, the thing she prided herself on the most was her nails. She had a manicure at least once a week. When I asked her why so often, she replied, "I need my ME time." (She never went with her girlfriends and always had private appointments.)

I was a giant compared to Jill. I was 6 feet, 2 inches and weighed 190 pounds. Everyone said I looked like Christopher Reeves in Superman. Army life was good for me. I was transformed from a 168 pound weakling to a muscular man with outstanding leadership skills.

Jill finished her call and seemed distraught. Then, she saw me looking at her, seemed somewhat puzzled or annoyed and finally smiled. I got up from where I sat and walked over to her.

We greeted each other with an awkward hug. We talked for several minutes trying to catch up as much as we could. I discovered she was on her way back to Seattle, where she lived, after a business trip to Amsterdam. However, the storm had caused an unexpected delay with her return.

We barely started talking when my shuttle arrived. I asked if she would like to accompany me back to the hotel. I said my room had double beds and I could see she was clearly frustrated at having to spend the night in the airport. I expected her to decline, but she quickly accepted my offer.

On the ride to the hotel, she told me she was on the phone with her boyfriend; correction ex-boyfriend. She had just been dumped by him. To make a long story short, she said he was upset with her traveling and never being around. Needless to say, Jill felt hurt and pissed off but she confided to me, "It was the best thing because it would never work." 

I about said something to the fact that she had perfected that line. It was very similar to what she told me nearly eight years ago to the date. During the high school commencement speech she gave, Jill broke up with me. We agreed to spend the night together to re-live all the great moments we shared over the years and in the morning Jill took me to the airport when I left for the Army. I wondered if Jill would ever meet someone who shared her same lifestyle. 

Luckily, we arrived at the hotel and I didn't bring up any of those thoughts. I carried Jill's and my bags to the front desk. The clerk said he expected me but unfortunately only had a room with one bed. He continued that because of the storm, all roll-a-ways and rooms with couches were already in use. Thinking about my current situation, I said that as long as the room had a bed, it was fine with me. 

Jill sat on a chair in the lobby while all of this played out. When I had the key, I motioned for her to follow and we entered the elevator. As the doors closed, Jill said she just wanted this day to end. I told her, as I had many times before, everything would be "OK" in the morning.

As we entered the room, Jill walked in quickly and fell, in a dramatic style, onto the queen-sized bed. She let out a sigh that expressed an end to a trying day. Without moving from her exhausted state, she told me since it was my room I should use the bathroom first and freshen up.

Because of our past history, I was fine with going first. Our break up was inevitable. Jill wanted to go to college and study art. Jill was blessed with a gift. She could look at any piece of art and determine within seconds if it was an original or a fake. This landed her an awesome job with an insurance company that also fulfilled her lifelong dream of travelling the world.

I, on the other hand, had very little interest in art and was a home body. Art was something you hung to cover up cracks in the wall. However, the Army offered free training in a specialized field that would cost me over hundred thousand dollars as a civilian and real life experience that was invaluable. My family owned one of the largest private companies in the states that dealt with military contracts and it was always assumed I would run the company after I could do every job. (This was the way my great-grandfather built the company and every one of the family who joined the business followed his example). As far back as my great-grandfather, my family had spent at least eight years in a branch of the military honing our craft and then returned to run the business.

I quickly grabbed my toiletries and entered the bathroom. I turned on the water to let it heat up, undressed and took a quick shower to wash off the day's grim. I realized in my haste that I forgot to grab a fresh set of clothes so I exited with a towel wrapped around my waste.

Jill had fallen asleep on top of the bed. As I approached to wake her, a loud clap of thunder sounded off and jolted her awake. She saw that I had come from the bathroom and jumped to her feet, grabbed a handful of things and entered the bathroom.

As the door closed, I dropped my towel and reached inside my bag for a fresh pair of underwear. Out of no where, the bathroom door opened and Jill asked, "Throw me my...um..." 

I turned to see what she wanted. A soft light emitted from the bathroom. The dim lights of the room gave the appearance of a glow around Jill; she was angelic. I looked at this beauty wrapped in a towel that was barely large enough to cover her supple breasts and luscious ass. She stood there staring at my rapidly inflating seven inches and chiseled abs. "Well?" I asked. 

"I forgot... how big your cock is," She mewed as her picturesque image had me rock hard. 

With those words, I immediately flashed back to the night we made love and lost our virginities. Jill, sitting astride me, tried desperately to work my big rod into her tight pussy. After several attempts, we switched into the Missionary Position and I rammed my thick cock into that tight virgin hole.

With a gentle tug, her towel dropped to the floor. "You like?"

I gazed upon her body while I soaked in her beauty. Her breasts were firm and so much larger than the last time we were together. In the cool night air, her nipples became erect. Her abs were tight and defined. She had trimmed her muff into a 'landing strip' and her pouty lips begged for me to kiss them.

Not missing my opportunity, I replied with all sincerity, "I have always liked." Jill was my first true love; we shared our first time together and I will always have a place in my heart for her. I wanted her to know how I felt without getting too mushy and driving her away.

"Well, hand me my shampoo bottle and tonight you may be seeing a lot more of me," she said as she dawned a devilish smile.

I nearly tripped over the towel around my legs when I reached for the bottle and flipped it to her. She caught it and said, "Don't get started without me," winked and closed the door. My cock was throbbing, Jill looked better than when we were dating. When we broke up, she was an 18 year old girl with barely 'A' cups and a boyish figure; now, she was a woman with all the curves.

I thought to myself, had our meeting been fate or a chance occurrence? Regardless, I wanted tonight to be special for both of us. So, I quickly cleared the bed of our luggage and clothes.

Just as I finished, the shower stopped. I heard Jill get out and dry off. Just thinking about the times we had showered together and dried each other caused my cock to throb. I looked down and saw a drop of pre-cum forming on my head. Then, Jill opened the door, came over to me and gave me a hug. My cock was suddenly mashed between our naked bodies. The warmth of our bodies together again felt very erotic; but, it was extremely uncomfortable.

She started to thank me for letting her stay with me then she stopped and looked down. My cock oozed pre-cum just below the base of her pendulous breasts and the goo was trailing down toward her landing strip. The long strings of the clear goo were everywhere as my manhood bobbed and throbbed. 

Jill giggled as she said, "I thought I told you to wait for me."

I replied, "You're lucky that's all I've done."

Jill grabbed the base of my throbbing beast and slowly squeezed up toward the head. With her other hand she cupped the copious amounts of goo I offered her. The amount of pre-cum that oozed out increased as she reached the end of my stick. By this time, I had nearly filled her petite hand with my clear juice.

As she finished this erotic act, she brought the mix up to her face. She breathed the aroma in deeply and said, "I love the way you smell and the way it feels on my body." She then rubbed the goo over her breasts, across her abs and down towards her pussy. As she lathered herself up, she pulled me into another satisfying hug that smashed my cock into her slick, solid abs.

After a few minutes of this, I picked her up with ease and carried her to the center of the bed. I slowly and tenderly worked my way up from her feet. I kissed and lightly flicked her soft skin. I caressed every inch on her body as I made my way up her inner thighs. 

Jill's legs were spread and her hands were clawing my hair. She grew tired of my slow sensual tease and wanted me to attack her pussy. Her favorite act was me sucking and gently biting her clit. I knew this was what she wanted but I wanted her wait for it.

I continued my slow and purposeful mission of tasting every inch of her body. It had been eight long years since I had tasted Jill and I wanted to savor every second. I now reached her cute little pucker and knew that she had not let me near it in the past. Somehow, I knew tonight would be different.

I slowly lifted Jill's legs off the bed and kissed her cheeks. She tried to wrap her legs around my head and clamp it onto her pussy. Not wanting to give in so easily, I swatted her ass and she yelped. Then, I heard the familiar squishy noises and knew that she took matters into her own hands and gave her clit the workout she desired. 

I continued my journey and placed my nose between her cheeks. I slid it upwards to her heaven's gate. However, when I felt my nose hit her pucker, I quickly moved up and landed my tongue on it. 

She squealed and began to protest. Then, I hit one of her 'spots.' My tongue was about ¾ of an inch up her cute pop chute and she was really rubbing her clit. She squirmed, wiggled and then arched her back. She cried out, "Oh my GAWWWWWWWD!" as she rode the crashing waves of her first orgasm of the night. 

My head whipped in every direction and soon I had to pull away. As I retreated, I watched as my tongue came out of her ass. Her hole quivered and looked as if it repeatedly winked at me. Still horny as hell, I took this as an invitation and quickly stuck my middle finger in my mouth to lube it up and then tenderly sunk it just passed the second knuckle into Jill's tight hole. 

I quickly pushed up and massaged the area closest to her pussy. I curled my finger and was really working it hard and fast. While fingering her sweet ass, I moved my way up to Jill's face. She was reaching sexual overload and reached for my face and we kissed passionately. Our tongues met hurriedly searching for each other's.

Seconds later, Jill broke the kiss. "YES, YES . . . YES!" Jill screamed as she reached another high; while still rapidly stimulating the swollen clit of hers.

There was beating on the wall. "God damn it, finish her off already so I can get some sleep!" a gruff voice bellowed from the room next door.

Jill and I froze and then started laughing quietly to ourselves. We looked at each other like we used to, smiled and hugged. She whispered to me, "That was something new. Where did you pick up that skill?"

I laughed and told her porn was good for something. With that comment, I slowly removed my finger from her ass. Not to be outdone, she guided it to her mouth, swished her tongue around and suckled like a newborn baby. 

Jill quickly saw my cock throbbing and grabbed my beast as she repositioned near my waste. She licked and pumped my shaft until it was rock hard. She slowly made her way between my legs. She pumped me harder and faster while she had her fingers in the mouth. 

With one final pump, she aimed my cock at her luscious lips and sucked the head. Her cheeks were caved in and the slurping noises intensified when she stabbed her index finger into my ass. She wiggled her finger to massage my prostate. 

The feeling of this new invasion was extremely intense. I had never felt anything like the pleasure she inflicted upon me. My toes began to curl and the familiar burning in my balls had me ready to blow a load. 

I tried to clench my ass cheeks together to ease the impending orgasm, but this only increased the pressure she was able to apply and doubled my pleasure as I quivered in anticipation of what she would do next. Before I knew what happened, my hot cum surged and erupted. I must have caught Jill by surprise at my sudden ejaculation because she coughed and gagged as my first massive rope filled her waiting mouth. 

Seconds later, she recovered and milked the last remaining drops for my cock. With a pop, she finished sucking the head. Then, she slowly pulled her finger from my still quivering asshole. She laughed as I "winked" my puckered hole at her.

As if it were her new pastime, she made quite the performance of cleaning her soiled finger. She used some cum and her own spit to create strings that she playfully wrapped around this digit; only to be devoured again. Jill sure knew how to keep me horned up.

"That was quite a show yourself," I said. I knew there was more sex to come later, but I really wanted to catch up with her over the last eight years. While we were talking, Jill ran her fingernails along my leg and chest. Occasionally during the journey between, she lightly touched my rock hard cock. I knew she was aware she touched it but she didn't give any indication. She would keep telling her story and lightly massage me with her perfect nails.

As we continued chatting, Jill whispered to me, "I feel horrible. You have given me a place to stay tonight and two wonderful O's and I've only given you a blow job." I looked at her and saw the "come fuck me" smirk on her face as she slowly kissed her way down to my throbbing stick. 

I tried to reply but she put her finger to my lips and gave me a quiet, "SHHHH!"

Jill was in control. She grasped the base of my hard rod and carefully gripped it. As I watched, I recalled how her small hands could barely cover the girth of my cock. About half way up my shaft, her hand was covered with my pre-cum. By the time she made it to the end, it dripped from her elbow onto my thigh. As she finished this first stroke, she brought her hand to her mouth and slowly cleaned the goo. 

She really put on a show. She would lick and get a string and pull it to see how far it would stretch and just before it looked like it would break, she would dangle her tongue around it and swallow the delicious mix. She did this for several minutes as my cock continued to throb. With each pulse, more goo leaked from the tip. 

Jill glanced down to see the affect she had on me and smiled. She quickly returned to my aching cock and coated it with my oozing juice. She tightly gripped my beast and forced more of the goo out and spread it over her fingers.

With her fingers dripping with my ooze, she slowly bent one knee to allow herself access to her cute crinkle and oh so slowly stuck one of her fingers in her ass. Jill was amazing. Within minutes, she had the second finger sawing back and forth in her tight hole. My cock still drooled so she took her free hand and began to pump more ooze from my depths. 

Without words, she slowly strattled me and aligned my cock to her virgin ass. She slowly moved my head to find her crinkle. As she found the spot, she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. 

She made several attempts at breaking the barrier. Then, she relaxed with a deep breath and tried again. As my head broke the seal, I felt the tightest most spine tingling grip engulf my cock. Jill slowly lowered her body onto my pole. Every so often, she would stop, breathe deeply and wait to let her tight hole get used to my size. I did not move, I just savored the new experience and allowed Jill all the time she needed.

Again, she would start the descent and sink another inch into her sweet butt until she inhaled a quick breath and stopped. Then, she quickly rose up a half inch, breathed deeply and continued her downward journey. After ten minutes or so, she reached the base of my cock. She smiled and said, "I knew I could do it." 

She rested and breathed deeply in that position for a moment and then squeezed her tight tunnel around my raging cock. I damn near shot my load right then. Jill laughed as she saw me struggle not to cum.

As she laughed, the feeling was incredible. Her tight poop chute clenched and released my cock so fast. Then it happened, I shot my first rope of cum into Jill's dark cavern. Rope after rope followed. 




Jill Ch. 06



Jill loved the feeling of my thick cum coating her inner depths. She started to grind her ass onto my cock. My head spun. I begged her to stop for a minute so I could regain my composure. The climatic overload became too much for me to bear. I bucked and Jill popped off my hard cock landing on my thighs.

I lay there breathing heavily. I tried to come down from the most intense orgasm I ever felt in my life. Jill wanted more and quickly spun around into the sixty-nine position and focused her attention on my cock. I begged her to stop to let the overwhelming sensations pass. Finally, she realized the extent of my ecstasy and quickly switched her attention to licking my balls and lightly stroking her nails against my thighs.

As I slowly came down from this amazing high, I saw Jill's cum covered crinkle winking at me. I quickly grabbed the waste of my minx, pulled her close and stuck my tongue deep up her ass searching for the cum I deposited. Jill screeched from my sudden act and it was on.

She quickly grabbed my still hard cock and started sucking me all the way to my base. The thrill of my cock travelling down her throat was only eclipsed by the feeling of her tight asshole. As she continued the awesome blowjob, Jill grabbed my balls and started massaging them. 

The feeling of an impending ejaculation neared. My balls began to ache. I clenched my ass checks hoping to delay the inevitable. I tried to think of something else. I opened my eyes and saw a big drop of cum dangling from Jill's sweet ass.

I quickly took two fingers and lathered them with the cum dripping from her ass and plowed them into her willing hole. Jill choked on my cock as I did this but quickly recovered. She pulled away from my cock just long enough to split and then attacked my cock with a new sense of urgency.

Within seconds, I found out why she spit. She rammed two of her fingers up my ass. I tried to meet her assault by adding a third finger but Jill 'beat me to the punch' and rammed all four of her dainty fingers into my ass. With her fingers stimulating me vigorously, I knew I was close. I quickly wrapped my free arm around her waste and smashed her pussy into my face. I found her clit and sucked on it. The sensations Jill gave me were too much; I shot another weak load down her throat. 

After I came off this climax, I eased off the pressure from her clit and lightly bit it the way she likes. This sent Jill into her own high. She sprung up from the sixty-nine position and ground her clit into my mouth. As she ground, Jill used my nose to fuck her tight hole. I knew what she wanted. I didn't release her little nub even as she smothered me with her pussy and her juices flooded my face. Finally, I sensed her recovery from the high and I gently eased off the pressure.

After a few moments, Jill returned to my side. She asked me if I liked the skills she had learned since our last time together. I responded by kissing her passionately and telling her she had learned very well.

We lightly caressed each others bodies. We lay there together for the rest of the night and slowly drifted off to sleep. Then, without warning, an alarm clock blared. I jumped out of bed to find the blasted thing. Finally after what seemed like an hour, I found it on the desk across the room and turned it off.

I turned to the bed to return to Jill's side but the bed was empty. I saw a note and it read, 

T, 

You will always be my first love. We have so many good memories; but, we have chosen different paths in our lives. Rather than destroying one of our dreams, I am leaving you here. My hope is that we will always remain close friends and we each live our dreams to the fullest. Perhaps some day, we will again meet and the circumstances in our lives will be different.

Until then my love, I wish you all the happiness in the world.

J

I was crushed; but expected nothing less from Jill. As time passed, Jill was right. I was still close with her parents and learned that her career took her in another direction than mine. She travelled the world and was only in the states a few weeks out of the year. Conversely, I rarely traveled and became the head of the family business. Neither of us would have been happy living the other's life. That was the reason we ended it years ago. 

It wasn't until Facebook became popular that I heard from Jill again. When the "Friend Request" was delivered, all sorts of emotions flooded me. But, that is for another story.



Jill Ch. 07



Andi appreciated the fact that her aunt never gave her a hard time about saying "exactly" where she was going, as long as her aunt knew how to reach her. Andi could stay out all night most weekends, checking in several times during the night to let her aunt know she was okay. 

She pulled her skirt up, zipped the hidden side zipper on the waistline, and adjusted the belt. Tommy had licked her to orgasm for the third time this afternoon, and his jaw was tired. Andi liked Tommy because he was happy with a simple blowjob, and wouldn't turn one down, no matter where Andi wanted to blow him.



She had decided to go out without a bra or panties and the feeling was exhilarating. Her breasts didn't require the support of a bra just yet. The fabric of her tiny sport shirt slid across her nipples as she moved, constantly reminding her of her naughtiness. It seemed to leave her groomed pussy perpetually wet.

Andi had experimented with thong underwear, and found they weren't very functional. Soft cotton panties were a must for her period, but the rest of the time, she decided she would just go "commando." She liked the open-air feeling, especially while wearing a denim skirt.

She thought again about her promise to her mom. 

Jill sat with her on the eve of her 18th birthday and pleaded with her to do her best to remain a virgin until she was married. Jill gave her permission to do anything else with boys, knowing she would probably be asked to blow whatever boyfriends came along. She didn't know Andi would exploit the loophole in her promise, and engage in anal sex. In Andi's mind, whether in her mouth or in her butt, she was just making the guy feel good enough to stick around. 

Her reward was a boy's mouth on her clitoris. While she wondered what it would be like to have a thick cock shoved deep inside her pussy, she was happy knowing she could have an orgasm without having to worry about accidentally becoming pregnant. 

Jill liked Tommy as a "friend with benefits," but she really had a thing for Mark. She wished that he didn't have so many other girlfriends. If he were only able to keep it in his pants, Mark would be marrying material. He came from a wealthy family, he was handsome, and he was very well endowed. He just liked to fuck a little too much to stay with just one girl. 

He had dated Andi for a few months without seeing other girls, but when their relationship bordered on becoming sexual after her 18th birthday, Andi told him about her promise to her mom. Mark became frustrated and soon cheated on her -- a lot. 

Andi, in turn, decided to get even, and propositioned Mark's friend, Wayne. Wayne was a very big boy. He was also in possession of a very fat dick. Andi had handled a few penises before, but wondered when they got older if they were all as big as Wayne's. She had absolutely no idea how to perform oral sex on a guy, but Wayne was patient. He taught her the basics, and as best she could, she learned to suck and swallow. 

It was Wayne's idea to suggest Andi try anal sex in an effort to win Mark back. He even introduced Andi to a few other friends that were much less endowed, so she could experiment. 

Every boy that Wayne introduced to Andi was kind and gentle. Andi became very good at oral sex, both giving and receiving. The boys all understood that her pussy was off limits for fucking, but her ass was ready and willing. 

Eventually, Andi became so accustomed to anal sex that she wanted to let Wayne try stuffing his fat dick up her ass. 

At first, it hurt as much as it did the first time someone shoved a dry finger in her ass. But after several tries over several occasions, she could take half Wayne's length and his full girth. 

Mark's cock wasn't quite as fat, but it was still big, and a little longer. She knew that he had probably fucked at least a dozen other girls from the time they had first dated. She suspected that Mark knew that she had just as many guys in her mouth and in her ass during the same amount of time. Mark and Wayne were still good friends.

None of the other girls Mark had been with were really into oral or anal sex, so the thought of fucking Andi in the ass -- and her liking it -- intrigued him. 

Over the past few weekends, Mark fucked Andi's mouth and ass a dozen times, and she kept coming back for more.

Andi adjusted her denim skirt as she walked into the hardware store where Mark worked part-time.

"You're early," Mark said from behind the counter. "I don't get off for another hour."

"Really?" Andi asked. "I thought you might want to get off sooner." She turned around and bent over at the waist, allowing a clear view of her firm ass and thighs. 

She pretended to be looking at something on a lower shelf, but stood up abruptly as an old man with a plunger walked by. Andi smiled shyly, and then proceeded to walk around the store, flashing her bare ass in Mark's direction as he handed the customer a receipt.

Mark was quick to follow the customer to the door. As the old man left the store, Mark locked the door and placed the "Be back in 15 minutes" sign in the window. He turned around and Andi was nowhere in sight.



After walking up and down the isles, Mark looked inside the break room. There, Andi had stripped completely naked, not that what she was wearing earlier left much to the imagination. She was lying on the table, legs spread, and two fingers already in her asshole. With the grace of a gymnast, she hopped off the table and unzipped Mark's pants. Within seconds, she had half his shaft down her throat.

Before he could object, she stood and turned facing away from him. She guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing the swollen head between her labia. 

Mark pushed his cock into her pussy, but she quickly jumped forward enough to avoid penetration. She reached behind her and guided his thick tool to her anus, pushing herself backward onto him. With a "pop" he was inside her. 

"Andi, you really need to wait until I'm off work for this," Mark feigned protest.

Andi pushed back harder until half his shaft was in her ass. Her pussy was dripping wet as she rubbed her clit and squeezed her tits while bucking backward against him.



Suddenly, an old man stumbled into the room. It was the storeowner, Mr. Genge.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Mr. Genge yelled.

Mark and Andi ignored him as Andi quickened her pace. Mark had sat on a steel folding chair, and it squeaked with every impalement Andi gave to her asshole. Mark let Andi do all the work, as she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Young lady, I'm inclined to tell your mother about this. Now, stop this instant!" Mr. Genge said firmly. Andi could see the bulge forming in his trousers.

"Mr. Genge, pull that old dick of yours out. I'll suck you off if you forget this ever happened." Andi alternated between smiles and moans.

The old man was frozen. He wasn't sure what to do. He never thought he would ever have his dick sucked again after his wife died years earlier. He knew Andi. He knew she was old enough. He also couldn't help but notice his employee was stuffing her ass with a dick twice the size of his. He quickly fumbled with his belt and zipper and waddled in front of Andi.

"That's it, pull it out for me." Andi leaned forward. 

Mark stood up behind her and grabbed her hips. He was in control now, sinking the full length of his cock inside her. He watched as Andi took Mr. Genges cock in her mouth and down her throat. For an old man, he was respectably endowed and rigid. 

Mark fucked Andi's ass harder and deeper than he had done before. She didn't complain or cry out in pain. He thought to himself, "whoring must run in the family" but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She wasn't "wife material" but she was definitely worth keeping around for a quality blowjob or ass fuck. Her mother may have had a tighter ass, but Andi put on a better show. He couldn't help but look at Andi's back, shoulders, and hips and be reminded of Jill's similar frame. 

Within minutes, Mr. Genge was filling Andi's mouth with come, which she quickly swallowed. She knew the longer she kept his come in her mouth, the more likely she would be to throw up. Best to get it down quickly.

Just as quickly, she felt Mark's cock spasm inside her, followed by a warm feeling within her bowels. He withdrew his quickly deflating cock and sat back on the folding chair.

Mr. Genge, however, wasn't finished.

"Let me at that pussy of yours, Andi," Mr. Genge sneared.

"Sorry, but that's off limits. You can have my ass, though." Andi turned and offered her gaping asshole to him.

"I'm no animal or homo. I'm gonna fuck that little pussy of yours." The old man demanded. He grabbed Andi by the waist and pushed his stiffening pecker between her labia. Andi twisted and elbowed the old man in the face, causing his mouth to bleed.

Mark stood up from the chair and stood between them.

"Mr. Genge, be happy you got the blowjob. If you want to fuck her in the ass, she's offering, but her pussy is not an option. Got it?" Mark bowed his chest as come dripped from the tip of his dick.

Mr. Genge's hard-on quickly faded. "I ought to fire you!" he stammered.

Andi turned and wiped the blood from his mouth. "Please don't!" She pleaded. "Mark's not at fault here. It was my idea. I could have waited until his shift was over, but I wanted to have some fun with him. You see, I want Mark. I want to be with him and only him." Andi glanced at Mark who was listening carefully. "If Mark will stop seeing other girls -- if he chooses me -- I want him to be the first in my pussy. I'm still a virgin -- there." There was some truth in what she said, although she wasn't sure which part.

Mr. Genge's hard-on slowly returned.

"You see, I promised my mom I would wait until I was married to have regular sex. I kinda bent the rules. But I've kept my promise all this time. If Mark asks me to marry him... well, you know." Andi resigned.

The old man turned Andi around.

"Let me see that asshole of yours," he grinned as he pushed the head of his old cock against her anus.

Andi didn't hesitate when Mark put his cock against her mouth.

She was a whore, all right. Just like her mom, Jill. 



Jill Ch. 08



Chapter 7 of Jill's story was submitted with illustrations created with the program Poser Pro by the author. The illustrations were probably some of my most realistic renders to date. After being reviewed by the editors at least 38 times, Jill Ch. 07 remains in a "Pending Approval" status. What you would have learned from that chapter is that Andi, Jill's 19 year-old daughter, is an innocent, coy, anal slut, but still technically a virgin elsewhere. She meets one of her more serious boyfriends at his place of work, and happily pleasures both her boyfriend, and after they are discovered, his boss. On with the story.

Jill Ch. 08

Jill spent Monday morning finishing up paperwork on a few clients, and looking at the previous week's new listings. There were days when she really liked being a real estate agent. This was one of them. She really didn't feel like spending the entire day in the office, so she took the afternoon off.

Brian was due back on Tuesday, so Jill decided to clean up the house. She managed to remain the dutiful wife and mother, but both jobs seemed to take a back seat to house-showing, lately. She used to know every boy or girl that Andi would talk about in high school, but now that Andi was attending college, she seemed unable to put a face with a name of any of Andi's friends.

Jill was putting another load of clothes in the washer when she heard the front door open.

"Mom, are you decent? I brought company." Andi called out.

Jill wasn't expecting anyone, so she wore only baggy shorts, a half-shirt, and no bra or underwear. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore her glasses instead of contact lenses. Typical house cleaning clothes for Jill.

"Mom, this is my... friend, Mark." Andi introduced. "Mark, this is my mom, Jill."

Jill's pussy became moist as quickly as her legs went weak. She shook Mark's outstretched hand, but couldn't conceal the redness of her face.

"Have we met, Ms. Jill?" Mark asked.

"I don't think so." Jill answered quickly. This was the same young man that had his way with her on camera only a few nights ago. He was one of many men to defile her that night, in almost every way imaginable. He was also the same young man that compared fucking her ass to that of fucking the ass of her daughter. Her daughter, whom had promised her that she would remain a virgin until she was married.

"Nice to meet you, Mark." Jill composed herself.

She wasn't sure why she hadn't thought about this sooner. That night seemed so long ago, and almost dreamlike. Whatever drug had been administered to her had a sedative/hypnotic and memory-impairing side effect. Now that she remembered, she felt the embarrassment being quickly replaced with anger.

"Andi, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jill wasn't asking, and Andi knew it.

Andi hesitated, but knew best to not get into an argument with her mother about anything – especially in front of Mark. She showed Mark to the kitchen so he could find something to drink and then met Jill in the garage.

"What?" Andi asked in typical teenaged fashion.

"Are you sleeping with him?" Jill asked. "Are you having sex with him?"

"What makes you say that?" Andi asked, genuinely curious.

"Nevermind 'why' I'm asking. Just answer the question." Jill firmly demanded.

"I'm still a virgin, if that's what you want to know." Andi said unconvincingly.

Jill paused for a moment, not sure how bad it was going to sound, but decided to say it anyway.

"Anal virgin?" Jill exhaled.

Andi's face went white. How could she know? Did she find the enemas? Were there come stains in her panties? She hadn't always told her mother everything, but she didn't make a habit out of lying to her mother, either. This was big. She couldn't hide this one.

"No." Andi sighed. She explained that she had experimented with anal sex as a way to keep boys interested, when they would have gotten bored with her otherwise. She also admitted to giving blowjobs, which Jill accepted much more easily. "How did you know?"

"Mother's intuition, and then some," Jill answered. "Just be careful, Andi. There are a lot of guys out there that may seem nice. But deep down, they're not. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Jill paused for a moment. "Do you enjoy it – anal sex?"

"Yeah, I mean, not at first." Andi answered. "At first, it hurt really bad. But when you do it a lot, you get used to it, and eventually it starts to feel good." Andi realized she said more than she wanted to. "I don't know if you and dad ever tried it, but you should."

Andi went back to check on Mark, leaving Jill standing motionless in the garage. Mark being in her house triggered more memories of that surreal night. This was literally hitting too close to home. Her daughter recommending that she experiment with anal sex momentarily left her in a catatonic state.

Andi found Mark in the bathroom, naked, washing his cock in the sink. 

"Really? What if my mom walked by?" Andi half-joked.

"The more the merrier! Besides, your mom is pretty hot." Mark laughed, stroking his cock to erection. "Wanna finish this?" He didn't have to tell her twice. 

Mark had no feelings for Andi, whatsoever. He held more than one part-time job this summer. When he wasn't working at a hardware store, he was working with tools of a different trade. He was one of about a dozen guys recruited by Officer Friendly to star in low-budget porn videos, and occasionally, tasked with finding female "talent" for a variety of positions. 

He had met Andi in high school. He had been a year ahead of her, so their paths rarely crossed. He thought she was pretty, but Andi was right; he was not the marrying type. He was going to be a businessman, and he liked to fuck. That about summed up Mark.

He knew Andi wouldn't take a cock in her pussy willingly, but she loved to suck cock. There was work for girls like her. One of the porn "fluff" girls just quit so she could get married. If he worked on her long enough, Andi would be a perfect replacement. She'd get to suck a lot of cocks and get paid well for doing it, although she might be disappointed that she wouldn't get to taste the results of her efforts. Her job would be to blow men back to erection so they could fuck on camera quickly following an orgasm. Andi seemed to get aroused by the mouthfuls of come she had swallowed over the last few months. He'd have to convince her that's why they called it "work." 

Jill was startled out of a trance by the clothes dryer buzzer. The wrinkle-free cycle continued, waiting for Jill to stop the machine and empty it's contents. When she pulled the door opened, the machine stopped. The house was quiet. She thought she would hear Andi talking with Mark, but there were no other sounds in the house. 

She put the clean clothes in the basket to take to her bedroom for folding. 

Jill almost dropped the basket of clothes as Andi and Mark quickly brushed past her.

"Going out for awhile, mom." Andi called out. "Don't wait up."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Jill," Mark added with a smirk. He didn't hide the fact that he was buttoning up his jeans as he walked out.

Jill could only imagine that her daughter was minutes away from getting fucked in the ass again. She began to remember more about that night when Mark and several others had their way with her. His cock was big, but he also knew how to use it. Jill's pussy suddenly became wet, soaking her baggy jogging shorts. She peeled down the shorts and reached under the bed, searching through the recently acquired collection of dildos.

"That looks about right," Jill said as she removed one of the larger toys from its box.

She pulled off her half-shirt, carefully placed her glasses on the nightstand, and lay on the bed. There was no need to lubricate the toy. Her pussy was already dripping wet. She raised her knees and guided the head of the toy to her glistening opening. 

Jill could only get half the length inside her, but that was enough. As she thought about Mark's big dick fucking her daughter's ass, the walls of her vagina constricted around the toy. She gasped as the orgasm took her by surprise.

The tiny camera Mark had placed on her husband's dresser captured every detail.



Jill Ch. 09



Jill gasped as Brian shot his come in her pussy for a third time. She loved the sensation, the warmth inside of her. He rarely lasted for more than ten minutes at a time, but he could keep her going with his mouth while he recovered. 

It had been two weeks since that terrible night. The bruises on her body were gone, and her pussy and asshole both felt normal again. She had only seen Mark, her daughter's friend, at her home twice, and was hoping she wouldn't have to see him again. Both times he was at the house, she felt like he was up to no good. For now, though, Mark was a distant memory. 

Jill's pussy gushed as she rode the waves of her fifth orgasm.

"Brian, stop!" Jill panted. "Give me a break. What's gotten into you?"

"I've been away three weeks, I'm horny, and you shaved your pussy again." Brian said as he turned her onto her stomach. "What can I say?"

Jill crossed her arms under her head as Brian spread her legs. Jill playfully curved her back, raising her ass and causing her pussy to open. Brian's tongue, thrusting deep into her asshole, was the last thing she expected.

"Oh fuck!" Jill cried.

Brian's tongue swirled inside her asshole several times before he withdrew and kissed her ass cheeks. He gently kissed the crease where her legs met her ass, and then proceeded kissing her up and down her legs. Jill's hips gyrated as her right hand found her clit.

Brian kissed the bottom of Jill's feet, licked and sucked on her toes, and then licked, kissed, and occasionally nibbled on her calves and thighs.

Jill's ass was raised in the air as Brian's semen coated the fingers in her pussy. Again, Brian swirled his tongue around her anus. He could tell Jill was enjoying this, and leaned forward. 

Jill felt his stiff cock pressing against her folds as he whispered in her ear.

"Do you want it in your ass?"

"If you want." Jill whispered back.

"No, I want to hear you ask for it." Brian rubbed his cock harder against her hand and pussy.

Jill paused for a moment. Her handed rubbed her clit faster.

"Yes. I want you to fuck me in the ass." Jill confided.

Brian positioned himself above and behind her, squatting as he lowered the tip of his cock to her slick anus. He was very careful. Previous attempts at anal sex with Jill had been pleasurable, but he knew the initial penetration was especially painful for her. This time, though, he was able to sink his dick into her ass much easier. 

Jill barely moved as he lowered half his shaft into her. Instead of signalling him to wait, she arched her back further, as if taunting him to push himself in just a little more.

Brian could feel Jill's fingers inside her pussy. She was finger-fucking herself hard. He thrust inside her ass deeper and faster until his rhythm matched hers.

Jill had a flashback to that night a few weeks ago. It was the first time she had ever experienced a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass simultaneously. The first time hurt like hell and she couldn't help but feel she had to shit throughout the whole event. But by the fifth or sixth time, she was able to position her body in such a way as to enjoy the double-fuck.

How she wished a fat cock were pounding her pussy right now.

Brian had held out as long as he could. He deposited his come in Jill's ass in three long spasms, before unceremoniously pulling out his deflated cock. He collapsed on the bed next to her while Jill continued to finger her pussy. Seconds later, Jill's stomach tightened and come bubbled out from between her fingers. She held her breath for a few seconds and then fell flat on her stomach, slowly bringer her hand to her face.

"What's gotten into YOU?" Brian asked.

"You were gone for three weeks, I was horny, and I just shaved my pussy." Jill smiled.

She paused for a minute. She knew he was going to ask why it was so much easier to penetrate her ass this time. Telling her husband that her dildo scavenger hunt for a bachelorette party caused her to end up on the wrong side of town, AND that she was accused of whoring in the process, AND a twisted cop had her service him and at least a half dozen other men with her mouth, pussy, and ass for almost five hours straight as part of her "community service" punishment... was not an option.

"Remember that scavenger hunt I was on -- for the bachelorette party?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, I remember." Brian answered disapprovingly.

Jill leaned over the edge of the bed and reached underneath for one of the toys. She picked one still in its large box and pulled it onto the bed.

"Don't be angry, and don't tell anyone." Jill said shyly. "I decided to experiment."

"Really?" Brian's eyes widened. "With this!?!" It was one of the largest dildos in Jill's collection.

Jill looked at it closely. "No, maybe not this one."

She reached under the bed again, this time pulling out a toy similar in size to her husband's slightly-above-averaged-sized cock. "This one."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief until Jill pulled out another toy from under the bed.

"And this one." Jill winked at him.

"Isn't tomorrow night the bachelorette party?" Brian asked. "What are you going to do when you don't have any more toys?"

"Well, I was going to ask you..." Jill started. "Would you be okay with me keeping one or two?"

"If it makes you happy -- and if you continue to fuck me like you did just now -- I'm all for it." Brian smiled. Jill hadn't fucked him that hard since their honeymoon. Jill kissed him deeply as she stroked his cock back to erection.

"Are you sure your mom got all the dildos on the list?" the bride-to-be asked Andi.

"Yeah, she got them all." Andi smiled. "Aunt Margaret is going to freak!"

"I bet she'll take it all in stride. You know some of these women probably haven't seen a dick bigger than five inches. Heck, I bet some of them haven't seen a dick in twenty years, period."

"Is the banquet okay with the strippers?" Andi asked.

"The banquet hall is owned by a woman. I invited her, too. What do you think?" the bride-to-be smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot! Your friend, Mark, even volunteered to dance and strip at the party, too."

Andi smiled uneasily. She wasn't the jealous type. That wasn't what concerned her. She was afraid Mark would turn her on so much; she'd want to suck his cock in front of everyone. She let out a deep sigh as a wet spot formed in the crotch of her jeans.



Jill Ch. 10



Jill stood outside her car for a moment before walking into the banquet hall. In less than a month, she had experienced so much... all because of this stupid bachelorette party. 

She wasn't sure why she hadn't worn her contact lenses. She knew she needed her glasses to drive, so rather than lose them; she left her glasses in the car, just to be safe.

Jill had given her sack full of party favors to Tammy, the maid-of-honor, and Tammy wrote Jill a check for the full amount.

"What's this?" Jill asked, looking at the check.

"We didn't expect you to spend a thousand dollars of your own money on a sack full of dildos and vibrators, Miss Jill." Tammy smiled. "You just had to do the dirty work of getting them. I'm impressed. You found every one on the list! I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"It wasn't what I expected, I can tell you that." Jill answered.

Tammy knew exactly what Jill meant. She had seen the video of Jill be fucked in every possible position by a half-dozen men. Some of those men would be at the party performing as strippers, and she wondered if Jill was going to let loose and provide an encore.

The women attending ranged in age from 18 to 68 years old. Jill took comfort in knowing that the dildos were kept secret, as not everyone was going to get one. Instead, most of the evening was spent with the forty women in attendance sharing stories with the bride-to-be on every topic revolving around a good marriage. The food was excellent. The dessert was classy. The drinks were free. Jill wondered how in the world a 20 year-old could afford to throw a party, as the bride-to-be insisted on paying for everything herself. 

After about three hours, Tammy and some of the banquet hall staff carted in a few serving tables with party favor and gift bags. None of them were big enough to conceal some of the toys she had acquired. Jill peaked inside one of the bags and found condoms, male porn magazines, lubricant, and coupons to an upscale day spa. 

A few of the women seemed to know there was more planned for the evening, but didn't say anything. Most of the older women and a few of the younger ones took the opportunity to take their gifts, say their goodbyes, and make it an early night.

The rest of the women, including Jill, took seats close to the dance floor. 

The banquet hall staff cleared off the tables, but kept the bar open. Jill looked around and counted just over a dozen women remaining, including Andi and the other bridesmaids. 

Tammy had the staff dim the lights and turn on a disco ball over the dance floor.

"Okay, ladies. We all know that if the guys can have girls at their bachelor parties, they'll want them to be strippers." Tammy said as she walked to the center of the dance floor. "Some guys will want them to do more than strip, and I think that's okay -- as long as they don't mind if we want the same."

The bride-to-be stood up and next to her maid-of-honor. "I want you to have fun tonight. But whatever you see here, stays with you. Okay?" All of the women nodded, not knowing exactly what she meant. Jill knew they were about to find out when Tammy held up a green wristband.

"If you see a green wristband, the guy is recently-tested and disease-free." Tammy said sternly. "If you don't see one of these, lick, suck, and fuck at your own risk."

"Oh, and one more thing," Tammy added. "Put these on and leave them on until you step out of the building." Tammy held up a mask similar to those worn at Mardi Gras. On one of the tables behind Jill, there was a pile of more masks, each varying slightly from the other, but whose purpose was identical: a very feeble attempt at anonymity.

Tammy dragged a chair to the center of the dance floor, cueing the banquet hall staff to start the music. The bride-to-be quickly took her seat as the first three male strippers strutted onto the dance floor. She put on her mask and jokingly licked her lips while rubbing her breasts and pussy through her blouse and skirt.

The music was loud, but not deafening. The strippers weren't much for dancing, as they mainly strutted in time with the music and allowed their groins to sway in an exaggerated manner. They also wore masks, which covered their foreheads, eyes, nose, but left their chins and most of their mouths exposed. The G-strings they wore left nothing to the imagination, barely covering half the length of their half-erect cocks. All three of the men had shaved their chest and pubic hair, and lathered their bodies with suntan lotion or baby oil. The obligatory bow tie and cuff links completed the ensemble.

Tammy grabbed a microphone. "We all know the bride-to-be worked in the film industry." Two of the strippers took hold of either side of the chair and carefully lifted the chair and turned the bride-to-be so her back was to the other women. The strippers stepped away from the chair and closer to the women in the audience. As they gyrated their hips, one of the strippers allowed his cock to come unsheathed. He made no effort to tuck it back into its hammock. 

Jill couldn't be sure without her glasses, but the stripper with the free-hanging dick looked like Wayne, one of Andi and Mark's friends. The other strippers then stepped out of their G-strings, exposing thick, half-erect examples of the male anatomy.

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to be fucked by a dick that big," Mrs. Paladino whispered to Jill. Jill was taken by surprise at the 55 year-old woman's comment.

"Our bride-to-be would like to thank you all for your advice on how to pleasure a man," Tammy continued. "But I think you'll see, she's already a pro in that area."

The three strippers stood in front of the bride-to-be, shoulder-to-shoulder. The women in the audience watched as she leaned forward and took the first stripper's cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, then let it pop out of her mouth so she could lick the shaft, then his balls, and then took half his length down her throat. He became instantly erect and stepped aside.

She took the next stripper's cock in her mouth and eased his full length down her throat and kept it there for a few seconds. As she backed away, she reached up and massaged his balls, and then took his length down her throat again. Within seconds, the stripper's tool was pointing toward the ceiling.

The third stripper's cock was much thicker than the previous two. The bride-to-be could barely get her mouth over the head of his flaccid member. She used both hands to stroke him rather roughly, then pulled his thickening tool from her mouth and rubbed its saliva-covered head on her lips, nose, and forehead. The dick seemed to double in girth almost immediately. 

"Ladies, our bride-to-be is a recently retired fluff girl." Tammy said, unbuttoning her blouse. "She's probably sucked more dicks than all of you put together. But she's never been allowed to take them all the way to orgasm -- until tonight!"

Tammy stepped off the dance floor, picked up a long box, and then stepped back under the disco ball. "Don't worry. She doesn't get to have all the fun. If any of you can suck a dick as good as her -- or can make our strippers come in any other way -- you can win one of these little numbers." Tammy pulled one of the large dildos from its box. Mrs. Paladino leaned towards Jill. "I want one of those."

"Ladies, allow me to bring out the rest of the entertainment. Have a good time!" Tammy guided a half-dozen more men in line in front of the bride-to-be. One-by-one, she brought them to erection. The first three strippers walked up to the three closest women and swayed their erect cocks inches from their faces. Two of the women just smiled toward each other and laughed, but the 18 year-old reached out and pulled one of the strippers by his dick toward her. The stripper grimaced in pain as the inexperienced girl dug into his foreskin with her teeth. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, smiling uncomfortably, and stepped aside to another girl. 

Jill knew the next girl was her daughter, Andi.

Andi took half the stripper's length down her throat before bobbing her head up and down, and tilting her head left and right with each bob.

"Oh my god, Andi." Jill said under her breath.

The stripper opened his mouth as his legs began to shake. He held his hands on his hips, ensuring that whatever this girl was doing was completely voluntary. Andi engulfed two-thirds of his long tool down her throat and locked her lips around his shaft. He came quickly. The stripper waived at Tammy.

"It appears we have our first winner!" Tammy exclaimed. "Pick your prize, sweetheart."

Andi chose one of the biggest dildos in the collection. "Congratulations. Nice choice." Tammy added. "Want another one?"

Each of the strippers took a few moments to dance in front of each of the women. If the women were interested in becoming part of the show, all they had to do is lean forward and take a cock in their mouths. If they didn't want to participate, the stripper politely shook their hand and stepped to the next woman. 

Andi let a few more of the strippers go by, but stopped a particularly large black man. He was big in every respect, and was endowed with the largest dick Jill had ever seen. Jill suddenly realized she had seen that black monster before. Andi was blowing Dee.

As good as she was at sucking dick, Andi could not seem to make Dee come. He leaned forward and said something in Andi's ear, and then stepped aside to the next woman.

Jill looked at the next few men in line. She immediately recognized Andi's boyfriend, Mark among them. She was so absorbed in watching Andi blow Dee and now Mark, she barely noticed Mrs. Paladino on her back on the table behind her. Wayne had a calf in each hand as he buried his fat dick in her 55 year-old hairless pussy.

Wayne called over to Jill. "What do you say, Red? You want to go next?"

"No thanks." Jill smiled politely. Her pussy was uncontrollably wet. She knew she had soaked her panties. 

Jill stood up and quickly walked to the restroom.

She looked in the mirror and removed her mask, the outline of the mask remaining on her face. She entered a stall, sat and peed. She peeled off her panties, patted her pussy dry, and then stepped out to find Mark waiting for her. 

"Getting ready?" Mark asked, eyeing the wadded panties in her hand.

"Go away, Mark." Jill answered, dropping the panties in the trash.

"I know you want it, Red." Mark said, as he stepped closer. His large dick bounced before her.

She turned as if ignoring him. She pretended to wash her hands and then placed her mask on her face. She leaned closer to the mirror to check for lipstick on her teeth, cursing herself for not having worn her contact lenses.

Suddenly, Mark was behind her. He put an arm around her waist and a hand around her throat, squeezing both firmly. 

"You're not going to let Andi win all the dildos, are you?" He said as he quickly turned her around to face him.

Mark lifted Jill's ass and sat her on the restroom vanity. She was afraid, but she was also unwillingly turned on. He easily entered her wet pussy. She remembered how good he was at fucking, and pulled his head closer to kiss him. Jill's toes curled in her high-heeled sandals as Mark brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Mark felt her pussy tighten around his shaft and quickly withdrew his swollen cock.

"Oh no you don't, Red." Mark warned. "You're supposed to make ME come."

Jill pleaded with him to finish, that she was so close, but Mark didn't listen. He pulled her off the vanity and turned her around so they both faced the mirror. She knew what was coming, next.

Jill arched her back as Mark twisted the head of his dick and pushed it against the bud of her anus. She exhaled as he eased in the first two inches. 

"Yeah, you stretched it out a little, slut." Mark held her hips firmly. "But you're still a hell of a lot tighter than Andi."

Jill pushed back hard against Mark, and the pain almost caused her to pass out.

"You're gonna tear yourself up if you keep doing that." Mark feigned concern.

Jill pushed him back, caused her asshole to pop as his dick exited.

She turned around and squatted, intending to spit on his dick, and then on her hand so she could lubricate her asshole, but Mark had other ideas.

"That's a good idea. Suck my dick for a while. Taste your ass." Mark pushed the head of his cock past her lips.

Jill protested, but not for long. She sucked him to full erection, and coated his tool with as much saliva as she could produce. As she stood up, Mark pushed her forward and spread her legs. Jill arched her back further, angling her anus upward, allowing it to open slightly. Mark spit into her asshole just before sliding half his length inside her.

"Isn't that better, Red?" Mark asked.

Jill moaned and pushed back, causing her to fart around his shaft. She wasn't embarrassed. She was well past that.

Mark expertly fucked her ass for several minutes. Every time Jill reached down to rub her clit, Mark would grab her hand and place it back on the vanity.

As Mark's thrusts became more painful, he graciously stopped and allowed Jill to blow him, lathering his cock with her spit before putting it back in her ass. Each time, he was able to ease in a little more of his dick, until his entire length was inside her.

Jill's legs shook. She knew Mark was going to be angry, but she couldn't help it. He was actually going to make her come by fucking her in the ass. Her eyes were tightly shut as Andi walked into the restroom. Mark looked at Andi in the mirror, winked, and slapped Andi's mother's ass.

Jill opened her eyes just as Andi ran out of the restroom.

"You son of a bitch!" Jill said as Mark filled her rectum with come.

Mark smiled and laughed to himself as he washed his dick in the sink next to Jill.

Jill stood, come dripping down her leg, sweaty and exhausted. 

"Come on, let's go. Time to get a prize." Mark grabbed Jill by the arm and led her back to the banquet room.

Jill suddenly realized she must have been in the restroom for quite some time, as the number of strippers now outnumbered the number of women. Several of the women were straddling strippers, cocks buried in their pussies. The bride-to-be had several loads of come deposited on her blouse and skirt. Tammy was walking around topless.

Andi had several dildos on the table next to her, and a line forming in front of her and one behind her.

The well-lit restroom was a stark contrast to the dimly lit banquet hall, and Jill had trouble walking toward the dance floor without bumping into something.

Tammy leaned toward Mark, telling him the try-outs were complete. He leaned back and said we had another winner, pointing in Jill's direction and eyeing the come dripping down the inside of her thigh.

"Sorry, Jill, I think Andi won all the dildos we had left. Who knew?" Tammy smiled as she bent down to suck Mark's dick.

Jill watched as several men filled Andi's mouth and ass with come, sometimes simultaneously. She stared as the third stripper in line for Andi's mouth looked unlike the others. Maybe older? Something looked familiar about him. She tried to get closer as he went from third position to second.

Jill still couldn't make out whom it was, as he had his back to her and was wearing a mask, tie and cufflinks like the other strippers.

She worked her way closer until she was alongside Andi -- who was obviously very drunk or high. She would talk to her about that, later.

As the older, familiar-looking stripper took his place at her daughter's mouth, Jill froze.

There was no mistaking her husband's cock, even without her glasses.