Chapter 8
Jill tried to convince herself that the first couple of calls were wrong numbers. When she answered the phone there was no response at the other end of the line.
Then, hard breathing started accompanying the calls. It would go on as long as Jill would listen.
"Who is this?" Jill finally screamed after the sixth call.
The rough breathing turned into a husky snarl.
"Scared?" a man's voice rasped, apparently muffled by something over the mouthpiece.
"No," Jill lied to the caller, but not to herself. She was ready to jump out of her skin.
"Well, you should be," the man said. "You ought to be scared shitless."
"W-why?" Jill summoned all of her courage to weakly stammer.
The caller told her that he had a big prick. He was going to fuck her in the mouth, cunt and ass with it. Nothing could stop him. All Jill could do was wait for the inevitable to occur.
"I-I don't believe you," Jill muttered.
"You don't have to," the man said. "I'm calling the shots."
He hung up.
The next day a note arrived. It was spelled out with words cut from a newspaper and then pasted in a message on a piece of paper. The message was very simple. It bluntly promised rape.
In desperation, Jill called Mike and told her estranged husband that she was being stalked by a madman.
"What do you expect me to do about it?" Mike reacted impatiently. "Move back in and stand guard?"
Jill's pride was wounded by Mike's sarcasm.
"No... forget it," she mumbled. "Forget I called."
"I will," Mike snapped.
Before he hung up, Jill thought she could hear female giggling in the background. To her surprise, it made her jealous to think of Mike with another woman.
She didn't have long to dwell on it, though. Almost as soon as Jill had set the receiver in the cradle, the phone started ringing again.
Jill made up her mind she would not answer it. But waiting out the ringing was almost as painful as being threatened by the man who was haunting her.
When the phone went quiet, Jill made a snap decision. She called the police. She told them about the menacing calls and the note and asked for help. They said they would send a man right over. Then Jill put the phone in a drawer where she couldn't hear it and waited.
The cop was a plainclothes detective. A lanky gum chewer in a checkered sports jacket with a lopsided grin. Lieutenant Duncan. He started calling Jill by her first name right after he found out she was separated from her husband.
"Ah, Jill, this creep who's been bugging you," he said as he sat across from her in the living. "Has he come right out and said exactly what he plans to do to you? The, uh, juicy details?"
"You might say he's been brutally frank," Jill answered.
"Give me an example."
"The language was pretty raw," Jill said hesitantly.
"Christ, I'm a cop, Jill. I've heard it all. Just tell me the way it happened. Take the last time the punk called. What'd he say to you? Word for word."
"H-he said he had a b-big cock," Jill stammered self-consciously. She nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"Did he mention any part of your body he was particularly interested in?" the detective asked.
"My mouth... my pussy... my ass," Jill replied as if in a trance from the cross-examination. "He said he was going to... to... "
"Fuck them all?" the lieutenant cut in.
"Yes."
Duncan loosened his tie as he looked down at Jill's fidgeting legs. Her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs. "You're a good-looking woman, Jill," the detective remarked. "It doesn't surprise me that somebody would hit on you."
He paused, his eyes, seeming to Jill, to undress her.
"Maybe you even asked you for it a little bit," he drawled. "I mean, a woman like you must know what she's got. And if you've got it, flaunt it, like they say."
The lieutenant got up and walked toward Jill when she started to protest. She shut up. He was standing over her, staring down at her bare thighs.
"I'll bet you're not wearing panties," he said.
Jill wouldn't answer. He was right and she was embarrassed.
The detective snagged the hem of her skirt with a hooked finger and flipped it up. A golden triangle of pussy hair showed.
"A real blonde, huh?" Duncan rasped.
Jill saw a bulge in the crotch of his slacks. Her pussy spasmed.
"You're wet," Duncan said.
Jill glanced at her exposed cunt. The yellow hair glistened at the roots from the seeping moisture.
"You're easily aroused, aren't you, Jill?" the detective whispered hoarsely.
He stroked the inside of one of her thighs. Goosebumps prickled Jill's flesh from where Duncan's fingertips touched her leg all the way up to her pussy.
Jill couldn't help it. Her thighs involuntarily parted. She could feel her pussy lips moistly separating. The scent of her own open cunt made her nostrils flare.
"A woman with a fuse as short as yours, Jill," Duncan resumed speaking. "She could give a guy ideas."
"Do you have any ideas, Lieutenant?" Jill blurted.
"Unzip my pants and find out."
Jill couldn't resist.
She wasn't sorry. Duncan wasn't wearing any underwear either. His big, stiff cock sprang out of his open fly like the blade of a knife.
"Pretend I'm this guy who's bugging you," Duncan said. "Now that you've seen my prick, tell me this. Would it be rape if I fucked you? Or just a party?"
Jill stared at the head of the lieutenant's cock.
"A woman who didn't want it would've screamed by now," Duncan told Jill. "But you're not going to scream, are you, Jill? You're too hungry for my big cock. You want to taste it... suck it. Try it out in your mouth before you take it in your cunt."
"Yes!" Jill confessed her desire. "Fuck me in the mouth!"
Duncan's slacks dropped to the floor. He threw off the sports coat and stripped away his shirt. Naked and hairy, he clasped Jill's head behind the skull and brought her face to his groin as he propped a foot up on the armrest of the chair.
Jill's lips closed over the knob of his prick, then slid down the shaft. Duncan's hips began to roll and his moving prick used Jill's mouth like a cunt.
"You know what you're doing, baby," Duncan remarked as Jill deep-throated his big cock. "There are a lot of men who might go off the deep end for you. You ask for it. You're the kind of woman who's not satisfied unless you turn a guy on. When he takes you up on it, you can't say no."
Jill knew the lieutenant was right. She squeezed her lips around the root of his hilted cock and her throat around the head ten inches away. The excitement from the truth about herself doubled her horniness.
Jill slipped out of the chair, tugging at the lieutenant's waist to pull him down on top of her. When the fall was completed, Duncan's crotch was flattening Jill's nose, as his hips ground in her face. His cock pistoned in her throat.
Jill rubbed her chin against Duncan's balls. His nuts were churning. Jill started thinking about the hot cum they would soon produce.
Another man's jizz would spill into her mouth. She would eagerly swallow every drop of his cum. Jill could hardly wait. She was so glad that she was who she was.
Duncan's hard-on swelled in Jill's throat. His balls jumped in their sac and clung to the root of his dick.
The lieutenant's cock burst. His salty cum gushed down Jill's throat. The sound of her thirsty sucking filled the room.
"Sop it up," Duncan grunted, as his cock squeezed off spurt after spurt of scorching jizz in Jill's mouth.
Jill had no trouble honoring the lieutenant's demand. She would have had trouble doing anything else. She drank Duncan's cum as fast as she could.
When the lieutenant stopped coming in her mouth and his jizz was all swallowed, Jill thought ahead, craving more action. She couldn't help staying horny when she realized that Duncan's cock was still as hard as a rock.
Jill shoved the lieutenant's prick from her mouth with her tongue and pulled up from beneath him. Grasping the sides of the chair, she drew herself to her feet, standing on the cushion. Her calves straddled Duncan's head so he could look up into the raw slash of her open cunt as she stripped completely, flinging her skirt and blouse across the room.
"Where are you going?" Duncan asked, when a naked Jill abruptly vaulted the armrest, scurrying away when her feet hit the floor.
"I want you to fuck me in bed," Jill called over her shoulder. "With smooth sheets and a soft mattress."
Her chuckle was almost a purr.
"And a mirror," she added with a leer. "So I can-see everything."
When she entered the bedroom, Jill pulled her dressing table away from the wall so its mirror would reflect what went on in bed in full detail. She had never done this before. Arranged to watch herself fuck from start to finish.
Duncan arrived just as Jill was getting the mirror in place.
"You're one of those broads who likes to look at herself getting it on, huh?" he said. "Put on a show."
"A show?" Jill giggled kittenishly. "Why, whatever do you mean, Lieutenant?"
She flopped back on the bed. The pink caps of her knees clenched at the foreground of the nearby mirror.
"Does putting on a show have anything to do with something like this by any chance?" Jill asked, continuing to tease. She spread her legs in front of the mirror.
Duncan's eyes darted to the mirror rather than toward Jill's actually parting thighs. He saw a glistening reflection of the most beautiful blonde pussy he had ever laid eyes on and reflexively stroked the knotty head of his throbbing hard-on.
"Like my cunt, Lieutenant?" Jill crooned.
She reached into the crux of her thighs and peeled back her pussy lips like they were orchid petals. The pink tunnel inside her cunt spasmed, the flesh glistening with sticky moisture.
Duncan was still gawking at the mirror instead of at the real Jill. He went to the glass when Jill's pussy was wide-open and squashed his lips against the succulent image.
Jill reacted like the lieutenant was really sucking her cunt. She writhed on the bed, wiggling her ass and bucking her crotch. Duncan was right on top of it, sliding his lips over the mirror to keep up with Jill's excited pussy.
It was strange but Jill swore she could feel a rough male tongue inside her cunt, even though no one was actually touching her crotch. She even had a mild climax, making her pussy all the wetter.
Finally, Duncan turned away from the mirror and toward the real Jill. He had a loopy grin on his face.
"You came a little bit, didn't you?" he asked. "I heard you give out that little squeal women always do when they're getting off. You came while I was licking the reflection of your cunt in the mirror."
"Sure," Jill readily admitted. "Why not?"
"I've known other women like you," Duncan said.
Jill raised an eyebrow.
"And?" she said.
Duncan shrugged.
"So I know what you like," he told Jill. "What a woman like you needs."
"It's a cop's job to be thorough, huh?" Jill wisecracked. "Even in bed."
Duncan shrugged again.
"You meet all kinds when you wear a badge," he said.
"You think I'm kinky, Lieutenant?" Jill asked.
"Who isn't these days?"
"You're the expert, stud."
"You better believe it," Duncan responded. "And now I'm going to show you how I got the best part of my reputation."
He moved between Jill's spread legs with his big prick in his hand. He fit the cock-head into the gap of Jill's pussy lips and she sighed with anticipation.
"Fuck me!" Jill pleaded with stark simplicity.
"You got it. The best fuck you ever had," Duncan replied, then drove his stiff prick up Jill's cunt. "Mmmm, big and tight," Jill moaned, grinding her hips. "Does my pussy squeeze tight enough for your dick, Lieutenant?"
"Like a vise."
"Could be you're not the only expert in this bed, Lieutenant."
Jill and Duncan ended their dialogue and the fucking speeded up. His cock drove up her cunt, testing the deep tightness to the limit.
As they fucked, Jill looked around the lieutenant into the mirror. At first her view was obscured by the tangle of two bodies, but then she shifted her legs before hooking them over Duncan's shoulders.
Now the reflected view was as good as it could get. Jill could see everything. With her ass in the air, the swollen rim of her cock-stuffed pussy was right out in the open. The root of Duncan's prick, jerked back and forth. His balls see-sawed in their hanging sac.
Jill could see Duncan's ass in the mirror, too. His buns were like sculpted marble they were so pale and smooth. But, in contrast, the crack of his ass was tangled with coarse, black hair and the skin was swarthy.
Jill had never been so turned-on by a man's ass. She ran a fingertip inside the lieutenant's hairy crack then stopped at his asshole. It was a throbbing knot. When Jill punctured it the narrow walls gripped her finger like gritty jaws.
"Mmmm, I like a woman's finger in my ass," Duncan reacted.
"I'd like a man's in mine," Jill told him.
Duncan's hand slid up the slope of Jill's ass. His index finger slipped between the cheeks. It rubbed Jill's asshole until the outer rim glowed.
When the lieutenant stuck his finger in Jill's asshole, he bent his middle knuckle. The pressure he exerted this way made Jill spasm all the way into her bowels.
"You know your way around a woman, all right," Jill moaned to Duncan.
The lieutenant grinned then pushed his face into Jill's tits. Quickly he was sucking a nipple, sandpapering it with his tongue.
Jill crumpled up inside from the three-way stimulation of her tits, ass and cunt.
"Coming so hard," she moaned. "You really do it to me, stud." That made Duncan fuck her all the harder. His cock-thrusts beat a tattoo in her pussy.
"Your cock is so good in my cunt," Jill swooned. "I can't stop coming."
Duncan sucked Jill's tits, fingered her ass and jackhammered her pussy with his big prick, nonstop. He was a tireless fucker, reminding Jill of a teenager. She wondered how long he could hold off until he had to shoot his wad.
She felt the lieutenant's balls to check their condition. They bounced away from her touch, obviously aching.
Jill couldn't wait any longer for the creamy explosion she craved in her cunt from the lieutenant's driving hard-on.
"Give me your cum!" she urged Duncan. "I want it now! Flooding my pussy!"
She squeezed the muscles of her twat, bearing down, pushing back against the lieutenant's surging crotch with all her might.
Her voice grew louder, more demanding.
"Come, you bastard!" she cried. "My pussy needs your hot, thick jizz!"
"Horny bitch!" Duncan grunted with approval, forcing his cock to the depths of Jill's cunt.
Duncan's cock burst. His cum gushed. Jill's pussy was abruptly swamped with jism.
Jill hadn't checked the mirror for awhile. Now she did. She had never seen her cunt while it was being filled with cum.
Curving around the root of Duncan's spurting cock, Jill's pussy lips glimmered with leaking jism. At the bottom of her cunt, a glob of cum formed then trickled into the downy crack of her ass.
When the phone rang, Jill ignored it at first, used to bells going off in her head while she was getting off. But, when the ringing didn't stop, Jill finally recognized it as an unwelcome intrusion from the outside world.
"Maybe I'd better answer it," she said to Duncan, remembering that he was a cop. "Might be the guy who's been bugging me."
Duncan shrugged.
"Suit yourself," he said, apparently more interested in fishing one of the cigarettes from the pack on the night stand than he was in the call.
Jill went to the phone, annoyed by Duncan's coolness. When she answered, a familiar voice greeted her at the other end of the line. Chillingly familiar.
It was him. The would-be rapist.
"It won't be long now, bitch," he said, his voice eerily muffled as usual.
"What do you mean?" Jill gulped.
"Be looking for me. Then maybe it won't surprise you as much when it happens. You can relax and enjoy it," the caller hissed. "You're as good as raped."
He hung up and Jill turned toward Duncan for help.
"Your man, huh?" Duncan said, reading the ashen expression on Jill's face. Jill nodded.
"He told me I was as good as raped," she told the lieutenant.
"Correction," Duncan laughed. "That should be, as good as fucked. Rape means resistance. Nobody's going to rape you the way you come on."
"What do you think I am?" Jill reacted defensively.
"Just another easy lay," Duncan quickly replied. "Whatever you get, you ask for. I've known dozens of women like you. Your brains are in your cunt."
"But you're a cop," Jill protested. "You're supposed to protect people."
"Not from themselves," Duncan said. "Consenting adults are on their own."
"But this man sounds violent. H-he'll use force to get what he wants," Jill sputtered with frustration.
Duncan had himself a good laugh, as he got out of bed and started toward his clothes.
"Tell you what," he told Jill when he had started to dress. "When this guy jumps you, this is how you handle it. Let him fuck you for awhile. If you haven't come by the time his cock shoots its wad in your pussy, you can call it rape. Then you can call a cop."
"You're really going to leave me alone, aren't you?" Jill muttered, numb.
"My shift just ended," Duncan laughed some more, buckling his belt. "You're on your own."
He put on his sports coat after slipping into his loafers and started toward the door.
"Oh, yeah, thanks for the fuck," he called. "The boys at the station house will be falling all over themselves when they hear I balled a real-live celebrity."
"C-celebrity," Jill gulped, bewildered.
Duncan grinned wolfishly over his shoulder.
"Right on. Celebrity. We've got your picture up on the bulletin board. Cut it out of the newspaper when Rocky Ryan escaped from the state pen and chose you for his last fuck before the law caught up with him. Ryan might've gotten away if he hadn't decided to ball you."
"Then you knew who I was all along?" Jill gasped with disbelief.
"Sure. When your call came through and I recognized the name Jill Bennett, I pulled rank and assigned myself to the case. I mean, after all, what's the point of making lieutenant without some fringe benefits. What's good enough for a hood like Rocky Ryan is good enough for me."
Jill was flabbergasted. Speechless.
"Well, like I told you, thanks for the fuck. You didn't let me down," Duncan said. He disappeared through the hallway into the living room, whistling. When she heard the front door open and close, Jill caught sight of herself in the mirror and felt more alone than she ever had in her life.