Chapter 7
Jill discovered where Johnny lived. She did not close in right away, though. She waited and watched, sitting in her parked car for more than an hour up the street.
As she watched the goings and comings, Jill got a fix on Johnny's family. It was late afternoon and the boy's mother, an attractive brunette in her late thirties, came home with a load of groceries from the market. Then a younger brother cut across the front lawn and walked up the front steps, bouncing a basketball. She found herself wondering if he was as cherry as Johnny had been.
A horn honked before the younger brother went inside. The boy turned and waved to his dad, who was pulling into the driveway.
Just as the father got out of the car and Jill was about to get a good look at him, a slow-moving truck blocked her view. By the time she could see the house again, the father was on the front porch with Johnny's brother, his back turned toward Jill. The boy showed off, dribbling the basketball between his legs.
The boy's father took the ball and tried the same trick, but got all tangled up. The boy laughed and then father and son threw their arms around each other and disappeared into the house without Jill ever really seeing the father's face.
Pretty soon, Johnny came home. Probably for dinner, Jill thought. After all the waiting, his appearance seemed anti-climactic to her. She was not as aroused as she thought she would be.
When Johnny went inside, Jill tried to picture him pounding between her legs, his cock moving inside her tight cunt. The warm reaction she expected at her crotch did not occur, even when she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy did nothing. She was puzzled.
Jill remained in her car when she noticed the sun was going down. Darkness appealed to her, as though the night were a cloak of invisibility. As the sky blackened, Jill felt increasingly bold. She would try and answer the riddle of why she was here.
After the sun set, Jill left her car. She slipped under the cover of darkness into Johnny's yard and around the house. She did not know what she was looking for until she found it.
One of the bedrooms was at the rear corner of the house, its window normally shielded by shrubbery so that there was not even a shade on it. By slipping between the foliage and the screen, Jill could see clearly inside, not being seen herself as she knelt with her eyes just above the sill.
Johnny's brother was inside the bedroom. He was changing his pants.
"Dinner in ten minutes," his mother called through the closed door, so loud that Jill could hear it outside.
"Okay, Mom," the boy called back.
Then he sat on the bed and tugged his dirty jeans all the way off.
"Ten minutes. Just enough time," he said to himself.
He reached under the mattress and pulled out a magazine. A centerfold unfurled. From Jill's distance it seemed to consist of nothing but spread thighs and a wide-open cunt.
Gazing at the centerfold, the boy slipped his free hand onto his jockey shorts. The front of the shorts came down. His cock was in his pumping fist and as hard as a rock.
"He's jacking-off," Jill whispered to herself as she watched. "What a beautiful, young prick he has." Now she felt the warmth in her pussy that the sight of Johnny had not been able to give her.
Jill perked up her ears. If she listened carefully she could hear what Johnny's kid brother was saying to himself as he stroked his slender hard-on.
"Look at that juicy cunt," the boy sighed, staring at the split-beaver centerfold, right at the glossy image of the spreadeagled model's wide-open twat.
Instantly, Jill knew that Johnny's brother was cherry. Her cunt wasn't just warm now. It was burning.
"I'd give anything for a woman," the boy rasped, confirming Jill's conclusion. "Anything for a woman with a real cunt to fuck instead of just pictures and my hand."
"I'll fuck you," Jill heard herself whispering.
She realized her hand was under her skirt, at her pussy. Her fingers had tugged away the crotch-band of her panties and she was massaging her clit.
Jill thought about rapping on the window. But, she sensed, the boy would only be frightened. She had to be patient.
So Jill watched Johnny's brother finish with his hand-job. It didn't take long, the boy was so horny. A shimmering arc of cum abruptly lofted from the head of his cock, catching the light before it splattered on his belly. He wiped up his jizz with the bedding, as Jill hungrily licked her lips.
Before long the boy was in a fresh pair of pants and had left the bedroom to go to dinner. Jill left, also. She got in her car and drove aimlessly around the city. Waiting and thinking.
Jill was honest with herself. It was not the boy himself to whom she was attracted. Not basically. Otherwise she would have still been drawn to his older brother. But Johnny had not stirred her once she had seen him again, in spite of her expectations. And Jill knew why.
"Cherry cock," she said to herself.
There was, Jill recognized, something incredibly special about being someone's first fuck. Especially a young boy, someone so innocent yet so eager and tireless. That was, it occurred to Jill, what she had been thinking of when Johnny had captured her memory. And that's what was moistening her cunt now that she had set her sights on his kid brother.
At ten o'clock, Jill turned her car around and headed back to Johnny's brother. It was just about bedtime for a school night, she guessed. By the time she got back, Johnny's brother should be in bed, asleep with the lights out.
A half an hour later, Jill's car was parked up the street and she was sneaking through the yard. Around the house. The boy's light was out, along with all the others at the back of the house. Jill took a chance and sneaked inside through the kitchen door. She heard the television set from the living room as she tip-toed down the hall toward the boy's room.
He was snoring lightly when she let herself inside and closed the door behind her. She went to the bed. The boy had kicked off the covers and his trim, young body was silhouetted in the darkness against the bottom sheet. His pajamas could not restrain the hard-on that jutted through their flap.
Jill touched his dick. It seemed to burn her fingertips it was so hot. The next time she touched it, she kissed it and swooned from the heat from the boy's fiery cock-head.
The boy stirred as Jill's lips moistened the crown of his prick.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, "that feels good."
Jill sucked his cock a little farther, taking the whole head in her mouth and bathing it with spit.
The boy's ass squirmed. Without warning, he took Jill's face in his hands and forced her mouth down the shaft of his prick.
"Oh, eat it," he sighed in his sleep. "Eat my dick."
Jill knelt by the side of the bed, as her face was tugged into the well of the boy's flexing crotch. She was deep-throating his cock now. Yanking the drawstring, Jill pulled the boy's pajama bottoms open and buried her nose in the wiry hair of his groin.
As the boy spurred her on, believing he was caught up in a wet dream. Jill moved her lips up and down his rigid prick. She heard her own slurps and it excited her. Soon she was hearing another, equally arousing noise. The wet squish of her cunt every time she moved while going down on the boy's sweet dick.
Jill stripped her clothes away and crawled up on the bed. She hunched between the boy's legs at first, then gradually shifted her body in a half-circle, twisting her lips around the boy's hard-on.
Now Jill was kneeling astride the boy's torso as she sucked his cock, her spread ass hanging over his face. Jill was counting on the boy to smell her wide-open cunt as it poised for descent. She wanted Johnny's brother to give the word before she sat on his face and completed the sixty-nine she craved. She wanted him to beg for his first taste of pussy.
The boy sniffed.
"Cunt," he whispered. He had instinctively picked up the scent.
His tongue reached out, the tip tickling Jill's dangling pussy lips.
"Feed me your cunt," the boy gasped with desire. "Please."
Jill gave it to him. Her damp pussy squashed against his mouth.
The boy's tongue hardened like an oral cock and shot up Jill's mushy twat. Then it moved. Jill climaxed at once.
And as she came, she moved her lips faster and faster up and down the boy's prick. His crotch picked up her rhythm, thrusting in reply. Jill was no longer just sucking the boy's dick. He was fucking her in the mouth.
Jill squeezed his balls. They were alive, shifting in her grasp. She could feel the cum brewing.
Now Jill snaked a finger up the crack of the boy's butt. She searched for and found his asshole. It was smooth and throbbing on the outside, deep and gritty when she penetrated it to the third knuckle.
Jill finger-fucked the boy's asshole while he fucked her mouth with his cock and sucked her pussy. She wanted Johnny's brother to come as hard as she was coming. To catch up with her and spill his hot teenage jizz down her throat.
"Jeez," the boy gasped in the nest of Jill's cunt. "My nuts are all twisted up. Never felt anything like it. Even when I was jerking-off."
Jill kept finger-fucking his ass, poking at the sensitive gland at the base of his cock and balls. She added her free hand to her pumping lips on his prick, doubling the pressure of the friction.
The boy's hard-on tensed, on the verge of exploding, then Jill had just the cock-head in her mouth. She forced her lips down to the root just in time to take the first blast of cum deep in her throat. At the same time, her own climax doubled itself and her pussy spilled almost as much juice in the boy's face as his cock was spurting jizz in her mouth.
The room was filled with the mingled sounds of sucking and squeaking bedsprings. Cum and pussy juice warmed the bellies of the partners in the sixty-nine, as the sucking continued until Jill's cunt and the boy's cock were licked clean.
When there was no more jism to swallow, Jill released the boy's prick. His cock, although drained, was as hard as ever. Jill was ready to step things up.
She removed her cunt from the boy's face, swiveling to face him. Sitting up with her legs across the boy's thighs, she cuddled his cock against her crotch, rubbing it with her pubic hair, pussy lips and clit.
"What's your name?" she asked the boy.
"Terry," he answered.
His eyes were open, but Jill was not concerned. Even if he had been awakened, he would still get up tomorrow believing he had had a wet dream. He was too young and inexperienced to know that a woman like her existed without positive proof, of that Jill was sure. And she would be long-gone by morning.
In fact, this was almost like a dream for Jill, also. Of all her conquests, this one was most like a fantasy.
"Who are you?" Terry asked.
"Whoever you want me to be," Jill answered. "A girl in a centerfold, if you say so. Or a TV or movie star who's always made you horny. Some girl from school you've always wanted to fuck."
"Fuck?" Terry gulped in wonder.
"Yes, Terry, we're going to do it. You're going to fuck me," Jill purred.
"I-I'm cherry," Terry stammered.
"I know," Jill chuckled. "I wouldn't be here if you weren't."
"You'll have to help me," the boy admitted. "I'm not sure I know exactly what to do."
"It's very, very simple," Jill cooed. "Let me show you."
She slipped about half of the boy's cock inside her moist cunt and squeezed. Terry's hips bucked automatically. The rest of his prick filled Jill's twat on its own.
"See," Jill said, "you're fucking me already. Feel good to have your prick in a woman's pussy, Terry?"
He was moaning too much to answer. His prick jumped inside Jill's cunt.
"Want to be on top?" Jill asked.
The boy nodded. Jill rolled the two of them over. By the time she was settled on her back, she had slipped a pillow under her ass and locked her legs around Terry's waist. His cock stabbed her cunt to the hilt, his balls churning against the upturned cheeks of her butt.
"Play with my tits," Jill instructed. "I like that. Especially the nipples."
Jill had expected the boy to paw her tits with his hands at first. However, he surprised her by squashing his face against her jugs and taking a hard nipple in to his mouth. He sucked it down his throat and Jill shuddered with pleasure.
Terry's cock moved ceaselessly in Jill's cunt while he sucked her tits. He was such a stud, Jill thought. God, she liked them young.
Terry's hard-on was like a muscle. It throbbed and flexed with strength. Jill's pussy reacted to it with muscles of its own. Her cunt did lots of squeezing around the thrusting teenage cock.
And Jill did lots of coming.
"You're coming, aren't you?" the boy asked seriously. His eyes were as round as half-dollars as he read the joy twisting Jill's face.
"Mmmmm, yess-sssss," Jill moaned. "Coming so hard. So fucking hard."
"Then my cock really does it to you, huh?" the boy anxiously gulped. "It's big enough and all... "
"Just perfect," Jill said to Terry, just as she had once said to his brother when she had taken Johnny's cherry. "I've never been fucked any better."
"You're just saying that... "
"Sure, because it's true, stud. Now, stop talking so much and fuck me harder. Make yourself come. I want to feel the hot cream from your big cock inside my cunt. Your first load of cum in a woman's pussy."
Terry's hips rocked and Jill pushed back with her crotch. There was a long spell with no words traded. Terry and Jill fucked non-stop, his cock pistoning in her cunt.
"This is no wet dream!" the boy suddenly blurted, catching Jill by surprise.
Jill got a little nervous. She had told herself she could handle Terry if he woke up. But now she wasn't sure what to expect from the agitated teenager.
"Who not? How do you know it's not a wet dream?" Jill asked carefully.
"Because my nuts hurt too much," Terry laughed and Jill's brief concern melted.
"Gonna come?" she asked the boy.
"Sure as hell!" Terry almost whooped.
Jill still was not certain if he was awake or not. She was no longer concerned. She trusted Terry's youthful innocence.
"Then do it to me, boy," Jill responded to the promise of a cunt full of teenage jism. "Flood my pussy with your hot cum."
"Shit, I dig it when you talk dirty like that," Terry gasped. "Makes me even hotter. Jeez, am I gonna come!"
His cock jumped and spurted in Jill's cunt, she tingled with excitement as Terry's jizz splashed within her.
"Shoot it into me," Jill hissed. "Give my pussy every drop of cum you've got."
"Your cunt is sucking my balls inside out."
"Like it?"
"God, I love it!"
"Wait'll you fuck my ass."
Jill didn't get to see Terry's reaction to her proposal. The sudden shaft of light that expanded across the room made him throw his arms over his eyes. Jill was stunned too, blinking with disbelief from the intrusion.
The door quickly closed and the light was gone. But in its afterglow, Jill saw the silhouette of another bed across the room from the bed in which she was fucking Terry. It was the first time she had noticed it. She realized that this bedroom was shared by the two brothers and Johnny had just walked in.
"Son, you going to bed now?" a man's voice asked from the hall.
"Yeah, Dad, good night," Johnny answered. "Thanks for letting me stay up to watch that program."
There was a lingering silence, interrupted by footsteps treading down the hall.
"Okay, Dad's gone," Johnny whispered. "It's just the three of us. I don't know what the hell she's doing here, but... Goddamn!"
Terry was wide-awake now. But when he tried to speak, Johnny shushed him.
"We'll talk about it later," Johnny impatiently hissed.
He was at the bed now, his jeans crumpled on the floor behind him. When he got into bed he was naked and his cock was hard. Jill automatically reached out and touched his prick. An extra boy in bed had her swooning.
"Are you gonna fuck her in the ass like she said, Terry?" Johnny asked his brother.
"H-how'd you know about that?" Terry stammered.
"Heard her ask for it through the door just before I came in," Johnny explained. "Wait'll you try it. Her ass is so tight."
"Y-you know her?" Terry muttered with confusion. "You fucked her once, Johnny?"
"In the mouth, cunt and ass," Johnny readily admitted. "She picked me up off the street."
"When?"
"I told you, Terry, we'll talk about it later. It'll blow your mind when I fill you in on this chick. But, first, do yourself and her a favor. Fuck her in the ass."
"What'll you do while I'm butt-fucking her, Johnny?" Terry cautiously asked, suspicious of his older brother.
"Maybe I'll fuck her in the mouth. She really laps up a guy's cum."
"Wow," Terry sighed with wonder, his wariness gone. "Two guys on the same chick. Out of sight!"
"That's the way to talk, Terry," Johnny said. "Now let me show you how to get her ready."
Johnny put his hands on Jill's hips, but she squirmed away, smiling in the darkness because she was certain everything was going to turn out all right.
"I'm not a robot, boys," she chuckled. "You don't have to point me in the right direction to get what you want. Just take it easy and let me do my thing. A woman's ass is always sweeter when she offers to you under her own free will."
Jill got up on her hands and knees. Then, noticing a lamp on a table by the bed, she switched it on, cocking the lampshade so the light would slant onto her ass when she shifted to the right spot.
The boys gasped at the sight of Jill's illuminated butt. Her buns spread and her asshole glistened under the revealing glare.
"Hurry up and butt-fuck her, Terry," Johnny said to his brother. "If you don't, I will. Mmmm, what a sweet-looking ass."
"Don't worry," Terry answered. "I'm not missing out on this."
"Good boy," Jill called over her shoulder to Terry. "Now get that big, young cock inside my ass and really butt-fuck me."
Terry moved behind Jill, clutching her waist for balance. His cock-head arrived against Jill's asshole like a mallet. He didn't hesitate. His crotch bucked and the knob of his prick, along with three or four inches of the shaft, stabbed up Jill's fuck-hungry ass.
"Mmmm, you're eager," Jill moaned. "I like that. Like it a lot. Now give it another shove. Bury your cock all the way up my butt on the next try."
"It's gonna be a tight fit," Terry puffed.
"You can do it," Jill told him. "Your cock is like a knife. Just think of it that way. Cutting into me.
The boy gritted his teeth then drove his whole body forward. The rest of his cock barged up Jill's ass. She bit the corner of a pillow to keep from screaming out loud and waking up the rest of the household.
"I'm fucking her all the way," Terry excitedly told his brother. "My cock's up her ass all the way to my balls. God, it's deep... and so tight."
"That's cool the way your nuts rub against her wet cunt while you're butt-fucking her, huh, Terry?" Johnny sighed as he looked on.
Terry bubbled with arousal. His words were garbled. Fucking a woman's ass to the hilt had scrambled his brain.
"Christ," Johnny said while he watched, realizing he was stroking his rigid cock. "I'm gonna start jerking off if I don't hurry up and get my prick sucked."
He moved around in front of Jill. Her mouth was there waiting for his throbbing hard-on, wide-open.
Johnny didn't have to force his prick down Jill's throat. She swallowed it on her own, every inch. His cock was just as sweet as she remembered it. And he moved his hips like the expert mouth-fucker she had taught him to be that day she had picked him up off the street.
With cocks in the mouth and ass, Jill grooved on the double-fuck. It was her first time ever with two dicks. Jill promised herself it wouldn't be the last.
She came in a new way with two cocks inside of her. It was even more powerful when she reached to her cunt and gouged a fingernail into her clit to add to the action in her mouth and ass.
The brothers' cocks drove and pushed. Jill was giving the two dicks the best friction she had ever produced from her throat and asshole. Through it all, she kept coming.
Soon, Johnny and Terry were starting to climax, too. Their balls ached from the pressure of the cum they were brewing. Their cocks strained, seeming to swell even larger as they approach the moment of release.
Jill knew what was happening. She was already imagining the dual jets of hot boy-cum pouring down into her belly and up her ass.
"I'm gonna blow in her butt," Terry told his brother. "You ready to come in her mouth?"
"Just about," Johnny answered. "Just let me have a couple of seconds longer and I'll give her all the cum she can drink to go along with your shot in her ass."
Terry's dick temporarily stopped moving in Jill's ass, waiting for Johnny's prick to catch up in her mouth.
"Okay, my dick's ready to explode now," Johnny announced after a couple of hiked cock-thrusts down Jill's windpipe.
Terry's hard-on surged anew in Jill's butt. Now shit lapped his cock-head as it probed Jill's spasming bowels.
The brothers' straining pricks erupted on the same beat. Jill's mouth and ass filled with the spurting cum. The jizz was sweet as it washed into her belly and scorching as it splattered the cavity at the end of her asshole.
As though she were weighted down by the jism she had taken, Jill collapsed from her kneeling position. Softened by coming, Johnny's and Terry's cocks pulled free from the slush of her mouth and ass.
It was time for relaxing now. Time for Jill to bask in the afterglow of perfect sex.
The boys watched her as she sighed into a pillow. Jill's presence was just as exciting to Johnny and Terry after they had come in her mouth and ass as it was before they had shot their wads.
Then something broke the spell.
A man was laughing. So loudly that it carried through the house and into the brothers' bedroom like he was sitting right outside the door instead of in the living room.
"Dad," Terry gulped. "Is he still up? Wonder if he heard us?"
"He must be watching Johnny Carson," Johnny added. "I thought he went to bed. God, if he came in here... I don't wanna think about it."
The boys turned anxiously toward Jill. All of a sudden they were not thinking about the magic of her naked body. They were scared kids with trouble on their minds. If their father should walk in now and find them in bed with a naked woman, all hell would break loose.
Jill saw the handwriting on the wall. For the first time since she had sneaked into the house, she felt that she didn't belong there. It was a disappointing ending, but Jill knew she had to accept it for Johnny's and Terry's sake. She had to leave.
She got out of bed without a word and gathered up her clothes in the darkness. Still silent, she quickly dressed.
"Bye, boys," she finally whispered. "It's been nice."
Jill kissed each brother on his cheek, letting their youth leave one last impression on her. Then she darted to the door, opening and closing it as noiselessly as possible. As Jill disappeared into the hallway, Johnny and Terry held their breath and prayed she would get out of the house all right.
Creeping down the hall toward the kitchen and the back door, Jill listened closely for signs of the boys' father. The TV was still on. Hearing Johnny Carson crack a joke, Jill figured that this was as good a time as any to make a break for it. Before a commercial when the boys' father might be tempted to go into the kitchen for a snack and she would run right into him.
Jill had miscalculated. She skidded to a halt on the kitchen linoleum when she ran into the pale shaft of light.
The refrigerator was open. A man was standing right in front of it, checking out its contents.
He turned. Jill was temporarily frozen in her tracks with surprise, like a blinded rabbit before an advancing set of heat lights. The equally surprised man looked straight at Jill's slack-jawed face and she at his. His eyes smoldered.
All of a sudden Jill's body thawed. She lurched for the kitchen door before the man could block her path. She had never moved faster in her life.
She made it. When her feet hit the grass outside she didn't stop running and didn't look back. If something was yelled at her, she didn't hear it, because her ears were filled with the gusts of her own breath and the wind she created as she fled.
When she reached her car, Jill slipped inside and collapsed over the wheel.
With her eyes closed, she recreated the expression on the face of Johnny's and Terry's father when she had surprised him in the kitchen. The familiar details knotted her stomach.
"It was him," she muttered to herself, stunned.
She forced herself to say the name. "Al Field."
He was Johnny's and Terry's father. Jill's former doctor. Jill's ex-lover.
Jill was frightened. She couldn't put her finger on any one thing, but she was scared of Al Field and how he might react if he had recognized her.
She just prayed he hadn't.