Chapter 4
Now Jill knew why she had felt so guilty about being raped. It wasn't because Ryan, the escaped convict, had been killed and she had somehow accepted responsibility for his violent death. No, it wasn't how it had all ended that bothered her.
She had liked being raped. That was where the gnawing she had assumed was guilt had come from. In the beginning she just couldn't get used to the idea of how much she enjoyed being fucked by somebody besides her husband.
But now she was.
Jill decided she would hit on Dr. Field. Tease him about standing her up at the motel. Hear what kind of lame excuse he had for not showing up.
When Jill got Al on the phone, his voice was caked with anxiety.
"S-something came up last night and I couldn't make it to see you. My, uh, wife was ill," he sputtered. "Very... very sick. S-sorry. Did you, uh, get home all right?"
"I met a very friendly cab driver," Jill said, knowing Al was lying and wanting to make him squirm.
"Oh... well, good," Al mumbled.
"When will I see you again, lover?" Jill purred. "Like I said, that cab driver was awfully friendly, but my pussy still gets wet thinking about your big cock."
She impulsively thrust the telephone receiver under her skirt, rubbing the mouthpiece against the damp crotch of her panties.
"Know what that was?" she crooned.
"I can guess," Al muttered.
"Say it," Jill insisted.
"Your cunt," Al whispered.
"Somebody there with you, stud?"
"I'm expecting a patient."
"Can't you cancel the appointment and come over? I'll give you my address. We'll have the whole house to ourselves."
"Uh, I don't think that's possible," Al said, his voice tightening. "I've got to cut down on my schedule... you know, with my wife being sick and all. I was going to have my secretary call you, anyway. I can't see you at all anymore. I'm going to have to refer you to another doctor."
"Forget it," Jill snapped. "I know what's wrong with me."
She paused, building the impact of her upcoming conclusion.
"Nothing!" she declared.
"You're headed for nothing but trouble," Al warned.
"Tell me about it the next time I see you," Jill said.
"I told you, Jill, it's over. I can't... my wife... "
"You'll get the itch. You'll try and fuck me again," Jill cut Al off. "You can bet on it."
Then she had the satisfaction of hanging up first.
Now she had to do something about her horniness. She had to fuck somebody. Anybody.
Jill went directly to the garage and got into the car. She started driving, her eyes roving the streets for her next lover.
She spotted a boy, walking alone. At first she was going to pass him up, but then noticed he was older than she had originally thought. A baby-face, but a rangy body. And his tight jeans showed extreme promise at their well-filled crotch.
Jill pulled up alongside him and rolled down the window.
"Get in," she said.
"Wha-what for?" he gulped.
"I'm horny," Jill admitted flat-out. "I want you to fuck me."
"I-I don't believe this," the boy gulped some more.
"Your cock does," Jill said, staring straight at the boy's bulging crotch. "Get in!"
The boy reacted like he was hypnotized. As though in a trance, he opened the door and entered the car. Jill rubbed the mound of his hard-on. He shivered.
"I-I'm cherry," he stammered.
"Good," Jill purred. "I was too, once."
She unzipped the boy's fly as the car idled by the curb. The head of his cock poked through the flap of his shorts, showing a premature pearl of fluid at the tip. Jill leaned over and kissed it.
"Jesus," the boy muttered in shock.
Now Jill was back behind the wheel and the car was moving forward. As she drove, Jill pushed her skirt up and parted her thighs. The stained crotch of her panties showed and the car filled with the lush scent of moist cunt.
"Feel my pussy," Jill urged the boy, as she turned a corner toward home and a big, friendly bed.
By the time Jill pulled up in front of her house, the boy had his fingers under her panties and inside her cunt. The wetness thrilled him. He was panting like a dog.
"Come on," Jill said, pulling his hand from between her legs. "I don't want your fingers in my cunt. Not when I can have your cock."
She jumped out of the car. The boy obediently followed her, covering his swollen cock as it strained through his open fly.
Then they were in the house. Jill locked the door behind them and led the horny boy into the bedroom.
"Undress me," Jill said as she stood beside the bed.
The boy came to her. He was nervous with his first woman and in the beginning it looked like he would be all thumbs. Then, abruptly, his clumsiness vanished. Jill's blouse floated away when he removed it and her bra just seemed to melt away from her tits.
The boy took Jill's tits in his hands and stared at them.
"They're beautiful," he murmured.
He took a red nipple into his mouth and sucked it until it was rigid. Then he did the same to the other nipple while Jill swooned with appreciation.
"Now take off my skirt and panties," Jill sighed when her tits had been sucked enough to give her a steady buzz. "Make me naked."
The boy dropped to his knees so he could be at eye-level with Jill's crotch. Jill's skirt was the wraparound kind and it just swirled away.
The boy pushed his hands up under the leg-holes of Jill's panties. He worked the halves of her cunt back and forth, making her sopping gash squish.
Then the boy balled his fists inside Jill's panties. He pulled them in separate directions. The flimsy panties stretched. Then they ripped down the middle and were flung to one side.
Jill was nude. Her hot cunt was suddenly pressed against the boy's mouth.
"Use your tongue," she instructed.
The boy's tongue hardened like an oral cock. Surging into the squeezing damp of her twat, its brisk penetration made Jill squeal with delight.
"Oooooh, that's it, baby," she said. "You're doing just perfect."
She fell back across the bed, her spread legs dangling over the side. The kneeling boy burrowed between her thighs, his tongue pumping in her pussy. Jill came.
"So fine," she moaned, her body quivering and her toes wriggling.
The inexperienced boy was surprised by the sudden flow of pussy juice in his mouth. But that didn't stop him from gulping it down. Eating out a woman's cunt was even better than he had expected.
"Get up here on the bed with me," Jill called down. "I want to suck your cock while you're going down on my pussy."
The number sixty-nine flashed into the boy's brain. He had seen dirty pictures of it, but had never thought he'd get to do it. Now, incredibly, a naked woman was begging for his cock in her mouth while he ate her pussy. The boy dropped his pants and scrambled onto the bed as though his life depended on it.
Twisting his mouth on Jill's cunt, the boy turned his body in a semi-circle on top of her spread-eagled form. As his head drove into the crux of her thighs, he squirmed his cock all over her face, blindly searching for her mouth.
Then contact was made. Female lips closed over the fiery teenage cock-head.
Jill caressed the boy's plump balls as she swallowed his stiff prick. Soon she was deep-throating his entire hard-on and his crotch was bumping. It was a blow-job no longer. The boy was fucking Jill in the mouth.
At the same time, the boy's tongue behaved like a second prick in Jill's pussy. It was thrusting, in and out, back and forth. The juice from Jill's cunt streamed down the boy's chin as he tirelessly tongue-fucked her.
Jill came first. It was an orgasm that only a young boy could give her, charged with incredible energy. But, best of all, was its promise. Even better climaxes awaited her, of that Jill was supremely confident. Each one more powerful than the last. Sixty-nining was just the beginning. This boy, Jill knew, was capable of fucking her in the mouth, cunt and ass like nobody had done before. His youth was an asset almost equal to his huge prick.
Now it was the boy's turn for release. He had been holding his nuts in check, trying to prolong the delicious sixty-nine, but it was a losing battle. His cock was like a time bomb that had run out of ticks and had to explode.
The boy's crotch slammed into Jill's face and his cock lurched in her throat. His balls felt like they were being turned inside-out. For the first time in his life he was coming in a woman's mouth.
It was a first for Jill, too. Her first mouthful of teenage jizz. The boy's spewing cream was much sweeter than she was used to. It was also thicker and there was more of it.
Jill's cheeks ballooned. The boy's prick was squirting cum faster than she could swallow it. Some of the jism invaded her breathing passages, clogging her nostrils.
Jill felt drunk, as though the boy's cum were straight alcohol. It was a thrilling giddiness which made her climax on the spot.
Finally the boy's cock stopped spurting. Now Jill had the chance to suck down the rest of his jizz. She did it leisurely, purposely letting some of the cum spill from the corners of her mouth when the boy withdrew his prick.
Jill saw that the boy's dick was still hard. Even though she had counted on it, she was still excited by her lover's teenage stamina. There would be no coaxing necessary for what Jill had in mind next.
She rolled away from under the boy, pivoting her ass so her thighs opened in his face. Her cunt was spread, drooling with invitation. The boy's prick stiffened even more, looking like the muscle inside might burst through the skin.
"Fuck me!" Jill demanded.
"Jesus, will I!" the boy blurted, as his fantasy came true.
He was so eager. So young and fresh.
"You're precious," Jill whispered in the boy's ear as he sprawled on top of her, pushing his prick up her cunt. "What's your name, tiger?"
"Johnny," the boy grunted, burying his cock to his balls in Jill's damp twat.
"Johnny," Jill repeated the name. "Nice and simple. I like it. Suits you."
"D-do we have to talk right now?" Johnny responded, nervously stammering.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm so excited fucking you," the boy explained. "I can't concentrate on anything else."
"Beautifully put, Johnny," Jill praised her teenage stud. "We'll let your cock and my cunt do our talking for us for awhile."
They did. It was a symphony of lust between a boy getting his first piece of ass and an older woman who couldn't get enough cock.
Johnny's prick stroked ceaselessly in Jill's pussy. Jill started climaxing and couldn't stop.
She had her legs around Johnny's waist. Now she held them straight out, straddling his torso. The new position seemed to make her cunt even deeper. Johnny's hard-on plowed into her, creating the impression that it stabbed to her spine.
The boy was grunting like a wounded beast. But he never became winded like the other men Jill had fucked. Johnny was in tip-top shape, at the peak of his sexual powers. He could have balled Jill indefinitely if he hadn't had to shoot his wad.
"Gonna come!" Johnny blurted, abruptly breaking the silence.
"Shoot it into me, stud!" Jill replied. "Let it flow! Drown my pussy with your hot jizz!"
"Here it is!"
Johnny's cock seemed to recoil in Jill's cunt it jumped so powerfully. Then it was spurting cream, even more than it had discharged in Jill's mouth.
Jill's pussy sopped up as much of the cum as it could. But Johnny's cock gushed with such force that her twat couldn't hold all the jizz.
When Johnny's prick slowed to a dribble, the flow of cum reversed its direction. A puddle of it welled in Jill's cunt, then began to leak. Jill's thighs were suddenly soaking wet as her pussy overflowed.
"Sensational," Jill moaned when the fucking stopped.
Johnny slid his cock out of Jill's cunt and stared down at it.
"I can't believe I lost my cherry," he muttered.
"Maybe you haven't completely lost it. Not entirely," Jill chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Johnny gulped, afraid Jill was criticizing his performance. "Didn't I fuck you right?"
"Perfect," Jill reassured him. "Even better than you fucked my mouth when we were sixty-nining. But, you know, a woman is more complicated than you might think at your age."
"What do you mean?" Johnny asked, confused.
"A mouth and a cunt aren't all a woman has to offer a big cock like yours, Johnny," Jill replied. "Unless you've fucked every hole I've got, you haven't done the whole number. You're still kind of cherry."
"But where else could I fuck you?" the boy asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
"I'll let you answer that question, stud," Jill teased.
"You're making fun of me," the boy protested.
"Calm down, Johnny. I'm making a man out of you. Now, think. Pretend you're having a wet dream. You have plenty of those at your age, don't you?"
"Yes," the boy admitted.
"And there's a naked woman in them, right? You can do anything you want to her, because it's all in your head and there's nobody to stop you."
Johnny nodded.
"The dream won't stop," Jill continued. "You've already fucked the woman in your dream in her mouth and pussy, but you're hornier than ever. The more you fuck her, the more you want."
Johnny nodded some more. His tongue passed hungrily across his lips and his tireless hard-on twitched straight out in the air.
"You grab her legs," Jill said. "Right at the insides of her thighs, prying them apart. Her cunt is already soaked with your cum. You want a fresh, tight hole. So you roll her over, with your hands still between her thighs, only now she's on her belly. Now you're looking straight into the crack of her ass. Her butt is wide-open. What do you see, Johnny?"
"Jesus," Johnny wheezed.
Jill poured it on.
"Yes, Johnny. It's there waiting for you. Waiting for your big, strong cock. Red and round. So tight. The tightest hole you could ever fuck. What is it, Johnny? Say it. Where are you going to fuck her next?"
Jill paused, letting the impact build, before she spoke again.
"Where are you going to fuck me next, Johnny?"
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," the boy answered with a combination of disbelief and determination.
"Do you know how tight a woman's ass is, Johnny?" Jill rasped. "Do you have any idea how tight my ass is? How good it will feel for both of us when I'm on my hands and knees and you're taking me from behind, with your big cock butt-fucking me up to your balls?"
Jill flopped over, lifting herself up on all fours, flaring her loins from the rear like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck my ass!" Jill demanded with stark simplicity.
"You really want it bad, don't you?" Johnny gulped with awe.
"As much as you do, stud," Jill answered. "Why don't you tell me? How much is that?"
"It wasn't just the wet dreams you talked about," Johnny revealed. "A lot of times when I jack-off, I close my fist as tight as I can and imagine it's a woman's ass. Ever since I read about butt-fucking in one of those magazines."
"The real thing is better," Jill promised. "Now get to work and stick it in, stud. Fuck my ass with your big, thick cock before I have to rape you."
Johnny took her seriously.
"You would, wouldn't you?" he asked Jill. "Rape me if you had to... to get what you want?"
"But I don't have to with you," Jill replied over her shoulder. "Do I, Johnny?"
"No, you don't," the boy sheepishly admitted.
He closed the distance between himself and Jill's wide-open ass. His cock-head pressed into her asshole, squashing the fleshy rim. He shoved. The knob of his prick disappeared inside Jill's final hole.
"Go to it, stud," Jill pleaded. "Ram me. You haven't fucked a woman's ass until your cock is buried. Until you feel her hot shit burning against the head of your dick."
Sweat rolled down Johnny's face as he gritted his teeth and shoved with his bony crotch. He was a strong kid. Jill's asshole was tight, but Johnny's cock was thrusting hard.
Since she had started fucking other men besides her husband, Jill had been butt-fucked three times before now. The rapist, Al Field and the cab driver had all had their big cocks up her ass. But none of them had done it with such power as this teenage boy. Johnny's hard-on drove straight ahead, nothing stopping it.
"Oooooh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Jill screeched when she realized her ass had been hiked with a single cock-thrust.
"God, it's so tight," Johnny gushed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"Don't lose your nerve. Not now," Jill responded. "You know, down deep, that you want to hurt me. You know I want to suffer. That's why a woman makes a man fuck her in the ass. The pain... "
She interrupted herself with a long sigh.
"... ahhhh, the pain is so sweet. Turn it on, Johnny. Tear my ass up with your big cock!"
The boy grabbed Jill's asscheeks and jackhammered his prick up her butt. His cock moved faster and faster.
As she writhed in delicious agony, Jill glanced over to the mirror on her dressing table. She could see everything. Johnny's hard-on pumping in her ass. The delirious expression on her face.
"I love it," she whispered.
Johnny couldn't have heard her any way. His pulse was booming in his ears like a jungle drum. He thought his veins were going to burst. But he didn't slow down a bit.
"I'm fucking a woman in the ass," he repeated several times to himself. "Really doing it."
Just as Jill had said, Johnny could feel her hot shit lapping against his cock-head. It turned him on almost as much as the tight friction from Jill's asshole. It was so dirty. The way he'd always fantasized about sex.
"Oh, wow," Johnny panted, "my nuts are on fire. This is too much. Have to come. Sorry it's so quick."
Johnny's cock erupted within a second. So quickly that it surprised even him, although he had just warned Jill his prick was going to blow.
A flood of cum engorged Jill's bowels.
The impact of Johnny's jizz drove Jill's head against the bed. The iron grill scratched her face, leaving a trail of blood down her cheek from her eye to her chin.
A bloody Jill tried to cry out words of joy, but she couldn't make sense. She was hysterical with orgasm. The sounds she made were more like an animal's than a human being's.
"Take it! Take it!" Johnny was shouting. "Take all of my cum in your ass!"
His cock kept spurting long after it seemed possible. He had come three times now and on each occasion his balls seemed to produce double the amount of jizz than the time before.
Finally, Johnny's prick dried up, It seemed to surprise him.
He pulled it out of Jill's ass with a pop. His dick was still hard.
Jill fell to her belly. Johnny flipped her over. He was his own man now. He no longer needed Jill to tell him what to do with his cock.
He squatted on Jill's torso, pushing his hard-on between her tits. He squashed her tits together, enclosing his cock and started rubbing.
Jill had brought this inexperienced boy into her home to seduce him and take his cherry. But now she was the one on the receiving end of a new experience. No one had ever fucked her tits before. Using them like the walls of a cunt, stroking a cock in their squeezing embrace.
Johnny's cock-head bobbed into the open. Jill dipped her head. She could just reach the tip of his prick with her tongue. When Johnny came from fucking her tits, the jizz would spurt right in her face.
"Did you think of this all by yourself?" Jill moaned to Johnny as the stiff teenage cock moved between her tits.
"It just came to me," the excited boy answered. "Like it?"
"Mmmm, love it. You're the first one to ever do it to me, Johnny. Oooh, fuck my tits."
Jill went back to licking the tip of his hard-on. Johnny's prick pumped faster. His cock was so solid that its chafing shaft left angry red marks on the inner slopes of Jill's tits.
"My balls are really sore," Johnny said. "Same as when I fucked you in the mouth, cunt and ass."
"You mean you're going to come... already?" Jill asked.
"Sorry, can't help it," Johnny answered.
"Sorry?" Jill chuckled. "He's ready to come for the fourth time and he apologizes for it."
"Then you want me to come now?"
"Let go with everything you've got, Johnny. I'll take your hot cum right in my face."
Jill pushed the boy's hands away from her tits and took charge for the final cock-thrusts. The channel she made with her tits for Johnny's prick was like a velvet vise.
The boy's nuts were in an uproar. This was the fourth time they would have to bleed cum and they were aching. His cock felt like somebody had lit a match at the tip.
"Here it is!" Johnny gasped. "My prick's gonna explode!"
His spurting hard-on jumped all the way out of the crevice between Jill's tits. Johnny's hot jism hit her square in the face. As cum rolled down her cheeks, Jill licked up as much of it as she could.
"Sweet... sweet, sweet cum," Jill sighed, wetting her fingertips with some jizz and sucking them dry.
Now, drained for the fourth time, Johnny's prick finally went limp. He seemed embarrassed by it. The fucking was over.
Things began to change almost at once now that Johnny's dick could no longer produce. Johnny and Jill had nothing to say to each other once they had stopped balling.
"Maybe I'd better go now," Johnny muttered self-consciously after fidgeting around for awhile.
To Johnny's surprise, Jill picked up on his suggestion more strongly than he guessed he really wanted her to.
"Yes," she said crisply, "it is getting late. I'm sure you have homework to do. I've got to make dinner for my husband."
"W-will, I see you again, ma'am," the boy stammered.
"I don't know," Jill answered in a far-away voice.
She was suddenly deep in thought. Her brusque behavior when the fucking was over had surprised her as much as it had Johnny. She searched for an explanation for her sudden coolness to the boy who had fucked her so good.
Johnny started getting dressed, looking down at the floor. But, then, as he forced the zipper of his fly over the bulge of his cock, his eyes jumped up to stare at Jill.
Johnny's lips trembled. The muscles in his jaw twitched. He had something to say.
"You... you just pick guys up, don't you?" he blurted at Jill, starting with a stammer but quickly picking up steam. "I mean, you don't care anything about the guys you fuck. You just pick them up, use them and toss them away. You won't remember anything about me but my cock by tomorrow."
"Could be," Jill answered. It did not bother her to admit it. "So what?"
Johnny just shook his head.
"Boy... " he started to say something, but couldn't finish it.
He shook his head some more.
"You didn't know there were really women like me, did you, Johnny?" Jill asked. "You thought we just existed in your fantasies."
"Yes," the boy confessed.
"Well, we all have to learn sometime," Jill said, really talking to herself more than to Johnny.
For Jill had just had the most powerful learning experience of her life. She had just found out who she was.
The boy had been right. She loved to fuck. Once she was through balling a guy, she was already looking ahead to the next stud. Bouncing from man to man was her thing.
In some weird way, being raped by the escaped convict had unlocked a door in Jill's brain. A door that led to the greatest fulfillment she had ever known.
Before she had been raped, Jill had prided herself on being faithful to her husband. Mike was the only man she had ever fucked. She had pushed the fact that she actually disliked him into the back of her mind. She was doing her duty.
Having another man's cock in her cunt, mouth and ass had changed Jill's life. Now she craved action outside of her marriage like it was a longstanding addiction rather than something she had just started a few weeks before.
"Goodbye, Johnny," Jill said firmly to the boy. "You know the way out."
"E-everything all right, ma'am?" Johnny stuttered self-consciously.
"I just want to be alone," Jill told the boy. "I need to do some thinking."
"Was it... what I said?" Johnny gulped, amazed that he could have such power over a beautiful woman.
"Yes," Jill admitted.
"Guess I was out of line. Gosh, I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Don't be," Jill said evenly. "In fact, thanks. Thanks for being so honest with me. I appreciate it."
The boy shrugged with confusion and left. Jill got up and looked at herself in the mirror when she was alone. She liked what she saw.