Chapter 2
"Then you were raped, is that it, Mrs. Bennett?" the doctor said.
"Yes," Jill answered in a small voice, nervously crossing her legs.
"But although what happened was forced on you, you still feel guilty. Is that right, Mrs. Bennett?"
"Y-yes."
"And so, once again, Mrs. Bennett, I must ask you the same question I have asked you so many times before about this guilt you say you feel. Why? What could you possibly be guilty of? It's true that a man was killed while you looked on. But he was a fugitive. He knew the chances he was taking when he escaped from prison. And after what he did to you he deserved to die. You were the victim. Forcibly raped... according to your story."
"But you're supposed to give me the answers, Dr. Field,' All blurted out with frustration. "That's why I made an appointment to see you."
"I'm not magic," Field held up his palms and sighed. "Wish I were, but I'm not. Fact is, we psychologists are more like detectives than anything else. You've got to give me something to go on before I can do my job."
"It's so hard," Jill winced and the doctor nodded sympathetically.
They had been going round and round like this for three sessions now, never getting past the physical fact that Jill had been raped. She insisted that she felt guilty about what had happened, but it was almost like a recording when she expressed it. Never once had Dr. Field been convinced that she was in touch with her true feelings.
So now he started all over again. It was all he really knew how to do under the circumstances.
"Okay, let's just take it from the top, Mrs. Bennett," the doctor suggested. "Right from the very beginning. Fresh."
"Do you really think it will do any good, Dr. Field?"
"I'd be stealing your money if I thought it wouldn't... eventually," the doctor said. "And one more thing. Let's put it on a first-name basis because I think we're going to be spending a lot of time together. I'm Al and you're Jill. Maybe it'll put us both more at ease.
"Okay... Al," Jill said his name, nervously uncrossing her legs, only to cross them again.
"Good girl," Al Field responded, a surge of enthusiasm in his voice. "All right, Jill, we're back again at the beginning. Remember? You were alone in the house... someone knocked on the door... and... "
"It was a man with a gun," Jill blurted on cue. "His name was Ryan, I found out later. An escaped convict."
"Go on, Jill."
"He forced his way inside the house. Right away I could tell he wanted to rape me. I didn't know what to do. He had that gun."
"Hold on, Jill," Al Field interrupted her. "Back up a second. Did you do anything to provoke this man?"
"I-I was only wearing a robe," Jill stammered.
"Nothing on underneath?"
Jill nodded. This was the first time the doctor had taken this line of questioning with her.
"I-I didn't mean anything by it," she muttered.
Al Field nodded, too, a knowing look on his face.
"How did the robe fall open?" he asked.
"How did you know?" Jill gasped. The doctor and she had never gotten into this part of it before.
"An educated guess. Now tell me about the robe, Jill."
The doctor's eyes were piercing. Jill had the impression that they would follow her, even should she bolt from the room.
"The robe just came open... that's all," Jill choked.
"And you were naked?"
"Yes."
"What do you look like when you're naked, Jill? I mean, how would you describe your appearance. Attractive? In-between? Below average?"
"P-please, Dr. Field," Jill shakily protested.
"Al," he insisted. "Come on now, Jill, how would you describe your body?"
"Attractive," Jill confessed as if it were something to be ashamed of.
Al Field sprang up from his chair and circled around the sitting Jill, looking her over.
"Stand up," he finally said.
Jill arose to her feet, feeling dizzy from an emotion she just couldn't explain.
Then Al Field was standing before her. Calmly, he was unbuttoning her blouse. Her tits swelled in her bra when the air hit them.
Al forced his hand inside one of the cups and forced out a jiggling tit. His fingertip traced the circumference of the nipple, making the pink button of flesh stand out stiff and hard.
"You're an easily aroused woman, aren't you, Jill?" Al asked.
He didn't wait for her answer, freeing Jill's other tit from her bra and stimulating the nipple into a miniature spike.
Now he reached around Jill's back, unfastening her bra as her tits crushed against his chest. When he drew back she was nude from the waist up.
"Are you a natural blonde, Jill?" Al said.
"Yes," Jill uncontrollably answered.
Al's hands were at the clasp of her skirt now. Then the skirt was slipping down her hips. All of a sudden the only thing between Jill and total nudity were her silk lace panties.
They were the ones she had been showing off in to herself on the day when she had been raped. She had no idea why she had picked them to wear today.
Al stroked the silken crotch of the panties.
"Nice," he said. "Very elegant. Let's see what's underneath."
He grabbed the waistband of the panties and tugged, pulling the bottom panel up into the gash of Jill's cunt. Her pink pussy lips bulged on either side of the cutting ribbon of silk, framed by blonde puffs of pubic hair that tickled the hollows of her crotch.
Then Al ripped away the beautiful panties, ruining them forever. Jill's cunt stung. Then it dripped, a pearl of pussy juice dangling from the golden hair of her pubic triangle before it fell to the floor.
"I am the rapist!" Al declared. "I've just come into your house. You're naked. Helpless. What happens next, Jill?"
Jill dropped to her knees.
"Unzip your fly," she gulped. "Make me suck your cock."
Al's zipper whirred down. His pants and shorts fell. An immense hard-on jutted from the hairy thatch of his groin, bulging veins jumping along the rigid cock's thick shaft.
"Make me suck your cock," Jill repeated. She added, "Force it down my throat. Fuck my mouth."
Al stepped forward. The instant his cock-head touched her lips, Jill opened her mouth. She didn't tell Al that the rapist had had to pry her jaw apart. She was too eager to taste Al's prick to endure any delay.
Al flexed his crotch. His cock-head filled Jill's mouth. Then he was shoving.
He grabbed the back of Jill's head, burying her face in his hairy crotch, making her swallow every inch of his big prick. He ground his hips in a fucking motion.
"Is this how he did it?" Al asked. "Is this how the rapist fucked your mouth, Jill?"
Jill nodded as best she could with a throat full of cock.
Al fucked her mouth in silence for awhile. Then he began to breathe harder and harder and his face grew red. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Did the rapist come in your mouth?" he asked Jill.
She just kept sucking his cock. She knew he knew the answer.
"Yes, of course, he came in your mouth," Al said. "And you swallowed every drop. Every drop of hot jizz."
Al's cock jumped and spurted. The sudden gush of cum caught Jill by surprise. It swelled her cheeks before she had a chance to start swallowing.
"Drink it down, Jill," Al commanded, as his prick flowed.
Jill gulped and sucked. Her cheeks collapsed as the syrupy cum spilled down her throat. By the time Al's prick stopped spurting, Jill had a bellyful of jizz.
Al moved back, pulling his cock free from Jill's mouth. His prick was still hard, sucked bright red.
"What did the rapist do next, Jill? Al asked.
"Forget about him!" Jill heard herself cry out. "I want you!"
"As bad as you wanted him, Jill? Do you want me to fuck you as much as you wanted him to rape you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Jill blurted, falling back on her spine on the carpet.
She spread her legs, reaching into her crotch to pull her pussy lips apart. The tunnel of her cunt spasmed in plain view, making urgent sucking noises.
"Fuck me, Al!" Jill declared.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"God, yes!"
Al came to Jill, his prick in his hand. As he knelt between her legs, he fit his cock-head into the gap of her pussy lips, then pushed into the oily damp of her gash.
Jill's hips came alive as her cunt filled with dick. She wrapped her legs around Al's waist and tugged. Al's prick was in her pussy to the hilt. They were fucking.
Al grabbed the cheeks of Jill's ass, lifting her butt into the air as he drove his cock up her cunt. His face squashed against her tits, sliding all over until an erect nipple popped into his mouth. He sucked it all the way into his throat and made Jill climax as much from that as from actually fucking her.
Jill's hands began to roam. She caressed her new lover's muscular body while he balled her, gradually moving her fingers toward his groin. Then she cupped his balls and squeezed them. They churned in her grip.
Now Jill snaked a finger under Al's nuts, into the crack of his ass. She found his asshole and pronged it, finger-fucking it. Al responded with thrashing excitement, pumping his cock faster and faster in her cunt. Jill started to come again. She knew it wouldn't be long before Al was coming, too. His hot jizz would be splashing inside her cunt.
"Shoot it into me," Jill moaned. "Shoot your big cock in my cunt and give me your hot cum."
Al pulled back one last time in Jill's pussy, then slammed down for his final thrust. Jill's legs shot up into the air when the first blast of scalding cum hit the depths of her cunt.
"Love it!" she cried. "God, your cum is like fire! Burn me up!"
Al was sprawled on top of Jill now, flailing between her upturned legs as his cock bucked in her pussy, spurting jizz.
The peak of the excitement lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer than that. Al's cock kept spilling cum long past the point he and Jill thought possible.
Then, inevitably, the fucking was over. Al kept his cock in Jill's cunt, but it was soft and spongy now instead of hard and thrusting. Cum leaked from the lips of Jill's twat and made her thighs sticky.
The lovers embraced on the floor. Awash in the afterglow of fucking, they kissed for the first time. Al's tongue darted into Jill's mouth. She felt a twinge in her cunt.
When Jill stopped fidgeting she realized that a twinge wasn't all that affected her pussy. Al's cock was stiffening inside of her. Slowly, but unmistakably.
"You're-some kind of stud for a shrink," Jill whispered hotly in Al's ear when the kiss was broken.
"Better than the rapist?" Al couldn't resist asking.
"Forget him!" Jill snapped. Then she cooed, "I'm with you now, lover. It's your cock in my pussy, not anybody else's."
Al's prick spasmed in Jill's cunt, thickening and lengthening.
"That's it," Jill responded. "Get it stiff. Fill up my cunt with your big cock. Fuck me again."
"You're hot," Al gasped. "And you're hard, stud," Jill teased. "But I want your cock even harder. Harder! Harder! Like steel in my cunt!"
Al's prick lurched like it had a spring in it. Suddenly it was shafting Jill's pussy. A massive hard-on, now beginning to move back and forth in the squeezing moisture of Jill's twat; "Ooooh, yeah," Jill moaned, as Al's hips began to rock between her thighs. As Al balled her, his cock-head bruised into her womb on the hilted down-strokes.
Jill was already coming again.
Al's cock was jackhammering in her cunt. God, did he know how to fuck, Jill thought.
She wrapped her legs around him all over again. This fuck was slow and rhythmic, almost like a torchy ballad. There was more being joined than just a cock and a pussy. Feelings.
Jill felt so absorbed by Al's passion. He responded equally to her horny emotions. They fucked and fucked.
"Stick your finger in my ass, lover," Jill requested. "Work it around. Loosen me up down there."
The finger was there immediately. Then another one. Al worked them around in Jill's asshole, hoping against hope that what he anticipated was real.
"Mmmm, I like something in my ass," Jill murmured.
Al worked his fingers harder. So deeply that he touched shit. It turned him on even more.
"I could give you something better than my finger in your ass," Al rasped.
"Whatever you say," Jill quickly answered.
Al pulled his cock out of Jill's cunt. It angled a notch below, then shoved.
Jill's asshole was waiting. Entry was tight but slick. Inch after inch of thick dick pushed inside.
Then Al's hard-on was buried in Jill's ass. The big cock began to move back and forth in the spasming canal.
"That's it," Jill groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."
She rubbed Al's balls. They churned in her grasp and she knew there was going to be plenty of hot cum swamping her ass pretty soon.
Jill hooked her legs over Al's shoulders. Every time there was a cock-thrust deep in her ass, she pushed back with all her strength.
Al was breathing harder and harder. The friction from Jill's tightest hole had set his prick on fire. His balls jumped from the heat, clinging to the root of his dick.
"Gonna come!" he grunted. "Come in your ass!"
Jill jackknifed her body, the same as she had done when the rapist had butt-fucked her. She wanted Al's cock driving straight down into her asshole when it exploded with cum.
Al powered into Jill, his hard-on like a drill in her ass. Then Al let go with a lusty wail. His cock gushed cum.
Jill climaxed along with her lover as his jizz poured into her ass. But even as she came, she thought ahead.
When Al's cock had slowed to a dribble, Jill swiftly removed it from her ass. Then she fell to one side and slithered around in a half-circle until her face popped up at Al's crotch. She wrapped her lips around his sticky cock and sucked it down to his balls. There was a taste of her own shit on his prick as well as cum, but it just added to Jill's excitement.
Jill sucked Al's hard-on clean. When she released it from her mouth it was pink and glistening. But, best of all, still stiff.
Jill decided to do something completely on her own. An act over which she alone had control.
She pushed Al onto his back so his big prick stood straight up in the air. She began slowly jerking him off, brushing her lips against the tip of his cock-head and sometimes kissing it.
Al watched, his eyes never leaving the sight of his throbbing hard-on. Jacking-off was something he'd left behind years ago. He was glad Jill had come along to remind him how good it felt.
"I love your cock," Jill crooned as she nuzzled the fiery head. "So sweet."
"Want me to come in your mouth?" Al asked.
"In my face," Jill answered. "All over me. I want your cum in my eyes, my hair... everywhere." Jill got so aroused talking about Al's jizz that she automatically stepped up the hand-job on his prick. She wanted him to come now, so she could catch the eruption of jism from the slit in his cock-head as it shot into her face.
Now Jill's hand -was a blur as it pumped Al's hard-on. His crotch buckled, slapping his ass against the floor.
"Come!" Jill urged. "Come in my face!"
"Oh, yeah, will I!" Al panted.
His prick jumped in Jill's hand. The head seemed to burst. The first spurt of cum splashed between Jill's eyes, trickling along the sides of her nose and down her cheeks.
Then more jizz came. Jill was wagging her head now, taking Al's cum from ear to ear. Before long her face appeared to be melting.
When Al's cock lost its pressure and the jizz oozed instead of squirted, Jill finished up by deep-throating it. Once again she sucked Al's prick clean before letting it go.
"Beautiful," Al sighed as his cock drooped between his thighs after the sucking, completely exhausted. "You're just beautiful, Jill."
Jill laid her head on Al's midriff, pushing up his shirt so she could wipe her face on Ms hairy belly.
For a long while the lovers were silent, listening to each other breathe. Just enjoying their closeness. Then Al spoke.
"I've got to see you again, Jill," he said.
"We've got an appointment scheduled for next week," Jill answered coyly.
"You know that isn't what I mean," Al stated. "I don't want to just see you professionally. I need you, Jill. Meet me tonight somewhere."
"Where?"
"A motel. Nobody needs to know but us. Tell your husband something. I'll tell my wife I'm working late. Will you do it, Jill?"
Jill couldn't say yes fast enough.