Chapter 9
Kevin stood in the -empty station as the train pulled away into the night. A fierce wind kicked at his heels as he walked. His mind felt ravaged by the booze and the marijuana while blasts of cold air chilled his body.
He could not keep his mind off Jill. His tumultuous mind repeated the frankly revealing episode inside the washroom compartment, in a endless procession of vivid images. Seeing her squirming on Jeff's cock made him feel guilty.
Unlike Jeff who saw sex as a violent and lurid act, he saw it as a beautiful expression of his love. Yet her temptation had proved too much. He could still feel her smoldering eyes upon him and the helpless, pleading expression on her face. He had relented to his animal instinct by whipping his cock out and thrusting into her mouth he saw how badly her lust-driven body hungered for the pounding of his manhood. He still felt her lips slurping up and down his shaft. Just as he could not forget the tremulous sensation in his balls as his cum leaped from his cock into the sucking void of her mouth.
As he pulled his coat tight against the chilling cold, Kevin promised himself that somehow he would make it up to Jill. They were joined together, if by nothing else, by the sharing of their sex. He genuinely liked the girl, maybe loved her.
"Quit crying in your beer, Kevin," said Jeff. They were walking down the street and Jeff had a bottle of wine which he drank in great gulps. Kevin took a few swigs himself. It made his misery go away.
It was impossible to sneak into the tightly guarded hotel and see the girls. But Jeff knew the capitol well from previous trips. There were other places to go.
"You got any money?" asked Jeff, hailing a cab. The yellow Chevy wheeled a U turn and they got in.
"Going through the rumpled bills in his wallet, Kevin counted twenty-five dollars.
"I've got $500," Jeff said. "Here you take two hundred. I got it off the old man. You'll need it where we're going."
Kevin took the money and placed half in his wallet and half in his front pocket. It was more cash than he's ever seen before, but the wine was doing strange things to his head and he gave it no thought. His cock was already rock hard and he wanted to have some more fun.
The front of the Tick Tock club was nothing out of the ordinary except for the flashing neon sign which boldly proclaimed "Oldest Saloon In Town". Kevin was too young to drink, but the bouncer at the door took a twenty from Jeff and the two walked in. Inside the dim lights outlined the long bar at the far end of the room and the half dozen round tables spaced along the floor. Kevin stuck his hands into his pockets and followed Jeff who sauntered through the bar.
"You're gonna like this place," said Jeff. "It's a cat house."
Kevin looked incredulous. He had never set foot inside a whore house before and he was uncertain how to act.
"I lifted the address from a salesman my father knows," said Jeff. Turning his back to the bartender, Jeff watched a comely young women approach. "These chicks are really unusual for hookers."
Kevin watched the girls. The warmth from his prick was a constant reminder of what he had done. The act of his hips, the strained muscles at the base of his cock were indicators of his spent passion.
The bar had suddenly come to life. What had been calm only moments before was now noisy with bar patrons as they came through the door. It was like a neighborhood bar, he thought, after a baseball game. Without the hookers of course.
"I'm Jill," said the girl. Kevin stared in disbelief. This beautiful, dark-haired girl with the hour glass figure looked remarkably like the Jill he had left slumped down in the train compartment. Still, there was a distinct difference, her breasts were smaller and the face burned with a glowing intensity.
Tm new around here," said Kevin. Jill walked next to him and leaned her thigh inside the V of his legs. His cock flickered at the delicious warmth of crotch nestling against him. She seemed ready to wiggle out of her tight fitting slacks and hump up against his penis. He felt trapped by an invisible warmth that emanated from the front of her tight fitting slacks.
"You remind me of a girl I know," he said. "And her name is Jill."
The girl tugged at her dress seductively. There was something different about this blonde-haired kid with the sad face. She liked him, at least he was different from the usual crowd of overpaid, overloud salesmen.
It was early and she could have her pick of the crowd, but she wanted him, the boy. It really didn't make any difference because she had more than enough information for her book. Three weeks laying on a bed while strange men fucked her body seemed like an eternity. Her psychology professors had warned Jill about getting too close to the subject, but she was driven on by her dedication to truth and a boundless curiosity.
And there was something else which she had difficulty putting her finger on. The endless demands for sexual pleasure had made stirring changes in her own body. Her whole body had been turned into a pleasure machine. She'd developed extraordinary powers. By gorging her body on sex, Jill had learned through a steady stream of couplings, how to satisfy a man's needs.
"Hey bartender," a voice called out. Kevin moved unsteadily as a small man dressed in a faded maroon blazer banged his hand against the bar. "I need some girls for the hotel."
"Not Benny," she said, the shrunken man turning at the sound of her voice.
"You first," he ordered. Kevin watched as he slid an arm in between her thighs. "I got a guy that wants your talents."
Before Jill could pull the little man away, Kevin had jerked him up by the lapels so his feet dangled in mid-air.
"She's with me." he said coarsely. "Touch her again and your fucking head comes off at the neck. Now fuck off!" Kevin was not the violent type, but he took pleasure in watching the nasty little man hit the floor and scurry off.
"I'll get even," he snapped, disappearing into the crowd.
Jill's legs seemed to buckle under her. Everything had happened so fast, that for a moment it seemed the little man had appeared out of a bad dream. But Jill had not forgotten the reason for her standing at the bar offering her undeniable charms to the blonde haired stranger. Her cunt felt loose and empty, as if her insides could slip down through her pussy lips out in the cool night air.
She watched Kevin pull a wad of bills from his pocket and plunk down the cash. The bartender picked up the money and Kevin turned unsteadily towards Jill who led him to a door in the back of the room.
"Hey, this isn't bad," said Kevin, snapping on the room lights. The hundred dollars seemed expensive, but the room reflected the opulence and grandeur of an expensive hotel suite. The room was as big as the bar was small. Soft multi-colored lights cast and eerie glow through gossamer drapes that shielded a huge, symmetrical bed. Along side the bed was a Roman bath which smelled of scented water and bubble bath soap.
Jill parted the curtains and stood inside the bed chamber, her feminine charms acting like a magnet to Kevin's hungry passion. Kevin was overawed by his surroundings. But there was no denying the stirring in his crotch or the hardness of his cock shaft. Jill appeared to him like a phantom, her beauty highlighted by the gossamer curtains which surrounded them like a dream. Now there were two Jill's in his life and to his mind, they were rapidly merging into the same person.
"I think I love you," he said, clutching the buxom beauty to his chest. Without shame or hesitation, Kevin began tearing her clothes off, shredding the expensive, low cut dress into pieces.
"Stop!" screamed Jill. For the first time she felt afraid as a working prostitute. She also was wildly excited! Her heart-shaped cunt pulsated with energy. Though she was playing the part of a prostitute, Jill had gotten very good in the role, using her body to please others and not herself. But Kevin seemed to awaken the cries of her womanhood. She was being raped and her instinct was to cry out. Do something!
What Jill did was reciprocate her lover's urgency. Her fingers found the buttons to his shirt and then, after the garment lay beside the bed, the zipper to his pants. The soft mounds of her breasts disappeared into his hungry mouth, the wet tongue sending hot flashes through the nipple points.
"Ahhhh! Do it good!" she encouraged him. How good it felt, she thought, to have a man for once. A lover that knew how to turn her on! While he sucked her into frantic state, Jill slipped her hand inside his crotch. The penis lay against her hand and she hungrily sought out his nuts, rolling the tender globes between her fingers.
"That's wonderful," Kevin ejaculated. His cock was swollen until it threatened to explode. He wanted to fuck her everywhere at once, in the mouth, the cunt, up her asshole. It made him hot to think such secret things and with the girl squirming and fishing her body around him, he was even hotter!
Roughly he caught her legs and lifted them up. He jammed two fingers down her cunt and stroked them in and out of her wet labias.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Suddenly she was aware that the firm prick she was so fondly striking was going to be thrust into her cunt.
His fingers darted into quim, working up a good bath of cunt juice. She fell back against the soft mattress and gently humped her hips in rhythm to his thrusting hand. For an instant, her button-tight cunt resisted his probing. Then the flower shaped twat opened its petals and her pleasure hole revealed its hidden treasures.
"I'm coming in, sweetheart," screamed Kevin. Suddenly he lunged forward and his cock rammed her excited cunny and drove down her love channel until she was crammed to the hilt. The cock seemed to swallow up her sex and his prick had jammed her slit so swiftly that the breath was sucked right out of her lungs.
"WHAAAM!" she gasped. The giant invader pulled out from her cunny, slowly, deliberately. The cunt walls collapsed around his retreating cock. Her belly shook and jerked spasmodically.
"In! Coming In!" he bellowed. Again his bludgeon tunneled into her love slot, slipping through the bristling thatch of pubic hair through the stretched cunt lips and into the wet, sucking flesh of her channel.
Kevin groaned with delight. Her cunt was not worn out. The tender inside was hot and steamy, it was like thrusting his dick into mashed potatoes. The harder he lunged the more responsive was her fuck tube, gripping hold of his excited shaft, sucking off his creamy white come. He drove his hips in and out of her snatch, impaling her on every down stroke with the stiffness of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. "Give it to me good and hot. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Fill my cunt with your sex."
It was the best sex she could remember, and it reminded her of making love to music. She was the instrument and Kevin was hitting all the right notes. She raised her legs up over her head so Kevin sunk deeper, down to the very depths of her womb. In and out. Up and down went the rhythmic movements of their sexing.
But every musical composition must end. And Jill was reaching a crescendo. Her cunt, so loose and juicy, tightened up into a knot. She felt Kevin pounding away, his prick stiffening as the frantic rubbing of soft female flesh gradually wore down his masculine harness.
"Hurrrryyyy!!!" she screamed out, digging her nails into his back. Her cunt licked and sucked at his member and a strange sensation occurred in her anus. Even her mouth quivered as they neared their climax.
She wanted his dick in every hole. Saliva poured from her mouth and her hot cunt gushed its wet, message of joy. Jill would not be happy until she felt that stiff prick in every orifice of her body!
"Come!!! YESSS!" she screamed, the throbbing of her cunt turning to white hot flashes. Her crotch bucked and kicked as if wired to an electric circuit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her lungs heaved with delight as the fuck fever consumed her flesh, sending orgasmic sparks jolting through her nerve chain.
Kevin was not aware of her climax until her cunt collapsed around his cock, fitting his member like a fur glove. His throbbing balls boiled with renewed vigor. The white, frothy fluid reluctantly left his nut sack and traveled the distance up his shaft.
"GUMMING!!!" he shouted. "FUCKING RIGHT THIS SECOND!" The odor of her climaxing cunt greeted his nostrils. He could smell the hot juices of her anus and for the second time he wonder half aloud what it would be like to stick his prick up her tight little hole. His balls worked up a trace of come as he glued himself against the girl's pressing, shuddering body. He drilled down, looking for the core of her being. With a final lunge of his hips, Kevin buried his pulsating club into the soft, squishy mound and screamed out as the hot, sticky fluid exploded form the bulging tip of his cock.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" he said digging his fingers into the girl's bucking ass as his fluid filled her constricted fuck tube. He was in heaven.
Outside the cold wind blew bitterly, cutting through warm clothing like an invisible knife. Scurrying from the Tick Tock club, Benny clutched his thread bare uniform coat around himself. The hotel was only four blocks away, but it seemed like four miles to the slow-footed bell boy.
But weather was the least of his problems. The punk kid in the club had cost him a valuable client, and maybe the whole shooting match. He pushed through the hotel's revolving door and giving a knowing nod to the desk man stepped into the elevator and rode to the fourth floor. His pride was injured and topping it off, the girl had made a fool of him. Savage fury pounded his brain, but there was very little he could do. The elevator doors parted and Benny walked down the hallway to the last room on the right and knocked softly.
"Yes?" Opening the doors his eyes brightened as he spotted Benny, but only for a second, for the forlorn look told him the bad news.
"Maybe, tomorrow, Mr. Sweeney." he apologized.
"Christ, man!" Sweeney bellowed. "I can get a piece of ass anywhere. I got you because I need... a special girl."
Benny wanted to kick himself and then he thought of the kid who had ruined his evening, not to mention his reputation and his blood shot to the boiling point.
"The team will be here for three days," reminded Benny. "Tomorrow I promise you, the girl will be here. And she'll more than make up for the inconvenience."
"She'd better!" Sweeney slammed the door in his face.
Benny cursed his bad luck and hurried back to the elevator to figure out what he was going to do. His procurement list contained half a dozen names of men wanting girls. And though finding just any girl was no problem, these men wanted something out of the ordinary. No "Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma'am" routine was going to satisfy them. Or earn him his hefty commission. If only he'd had time to get Jill. His mind was working in strange, mysterious ways. She was new at the Tick Tock, but she must be one hell of a woman to have her reputation spread so quickly. Anyway, she was the girl and he had to think of a way to get her.
The elevators door again parted and Benny stepped in. He had a black book that might help, he thought. He knew of other girls who would do almost anything for money. And then his curious mind turned to the crazy girl on the floor that he had met only a few hours earlier. Jill Watson, wasn't that her name? She was an eyeful all right. With nice jugs and hips that wouldn't quit.
Pretty girls were a dime a dozen. What had caught his eye was that strange chemistry that some women radiate which only men like himself fully recognized. It was ironic that these two girls shared the same name. Benny stroked his pointed chin and ruminated. Perhaps he could think of a way to use the girl on the fourth floor. He was almost certain that with a little inducement, she was capable, even willing, to try anything once.
He smiled broadly. Nature had been unkind to him. His shriveled, wasted body, had played cruel tricks on him.
Man snubbed the outcasts in his specie, and Benny's ugliness had forced him to the twilight zone, the gray area where the misfortunate grouped and tried to live out their humble, unimportant lives. But his instinct had never betrayed him. It was the beacon casting light in the fog, the weather vane that always pointed true. An instinct told him to search out the girl.
When Kevin opened his eyes his body was immersed in a bathtub full of soap suds. At the other end of the tub, which was a full ten feet in length, sat Jill cleaning his toes with a washcloth.
"Passed out," he said in way of an excuse. The warm water felt good all over. Pulsating currents rippled around his thighs reviving his tired flesh with short jets of water. His limp cock swayed back and forth in the foaming water.
"This bath had water spouts sunk in the bottom," said Jill. To the side along the counter was a raised valve which she turned. A soothing jet of water sprayed up her butt.
"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. "That's good." Only minutes had passed since their torrid lovemaking. But Jill felt the mood returning. Her sex hole felt the angry thrust of his pole probing the sacred recesses of her womb. She wanted more. The bath was a good way to relax before they returned to the bed for more sex.
For a long time they lay back in the soapy water staring at each other. Her hand could not resist searching through the foam to find his thigh which she caressed and kneaded with tender strokes.
"You want more?" Kevin found it difficult to talk. He had fucked Jill as hard as he'd ever fucked a woman. And she wanted more.
And what surprised him was he did too. The sexing, the booze and the hot bubble bath had exhausted him, yet his cock rose up breaking the water's surface like a swimming seal.
Wordlessly he spread his thighs as an invitation and let Jill crawl up on his rigid cock. She submerged and wrapped her lips around his cock shaft. Her fingers crawled up along his thighs, tracing amorphous designs across his skin, until the tips of her fingers ended at this crotch.
She sucked and sucked on his sex pole until her lungs ran out of air. Her head exploded to the foaming surface like a whale sounding from the Artie depths.
The tension was gone and she felt her cunt start to unclamp and the warm, sudsy water seep into her channel. She kicked her legs out and let the bath wash her cunt out. Suddenly she felt Kevin. He had risen quietly and his powerful body poised above her, a wild gleam filling his startling blue eyes.
"I want you, Jill," he said. "I need you and want to make love to you all night."
As if to show his earnest intention. He caressed the wet fur patch of her crotch with long, studied strokes and then slipped a finger gently inside her anus.
"Oooooo!!" she cried out. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Kevin had no idea what he was doing. Never had his sexual desires been directed at the tight hole sitting below the cunt slit. But it seemed the most natural thing in the world to finger Jill's butt. His finger slid in nice and easy and though the walls of her butt tube were tight, they were not too tight to stick his prick into.
Jill reclined in the tub water, raising up her anus. The finger struck sparks as it went in and out, widening the ring of muscles while stimulating her virgin ass flesh.
Surrounded in foaming water, Jill's body lifted from the tub. She closed her eyes to the indifferent world and let the glowing stimulation taking place in her asshole dictate her mood.
"How does that feel, darling?" said Kevin. He felt her abdomen quiver as he widened her hole, using two fingers to loosen the muscle which clutched at the alien intruders.
"I can't explain it ... it feels ... AHHHHH!" Her muscle tract convulsed as she rested on him, his fingers exciting the hot depths of her channel. "It hurts. God, hurts so much!"
Kevin did not retreat, but continued working his way in deeper between her ass cheeks. His cock was fully erect and throbbed in soapy water like a heating seeking missile approaching its target. Rising to his knees, Kevin pulled the girl's thighs around his legs so his cock head looked directly down on the bunghole.
"What will it feel like?" she pleaded. "Your cock was wonderful in my cunt. Oh, how I loved your cock. So big and wonderful inside me. I wish I had an eye inside my cunt so I could see your cock shooting cream. Yes, I do."
Kevin judged her butt hole to be ready. Tub water had rushed into her channel and he wasn't sure how the stuff would feel on his cock. What's more he didn't really care.
"Do you want my cock in your asshole?" he asked her. "I've never fucked a woman this way, but know your asshole will feel tight and exciting against my prick. Don't you think so?"
"Oh yes," she said. "I loved you fucking my cunt and playing with my tits and now I love you stroking my asshole. My bunghole is still tight as a nut, but feeling your pecker parting my ass lips will be worth it."
Kevin wanted to fuck her right there in the tub water, but getting Jill up on the bed seemed a better idea. He grinned and removing his fingers from the ripe fruit of her shit hole, Kevin helped Jill to the enormous bed.
"How's that," she whispered, a trickle of water oozing from her butt. She reached for the bottle of Vaseline at the bedside and spread a generous layer around his cock.
Now his tool glistened in the soft light. Jill giggled like a school girl, her asshole itching to fee the intruder inside her sacred orifice.
"Oh, this seems like such fun," she said, rearing up on her knees. Her mind teemed with sexual thoughts which she tried to control. Ass fucking was an unexpected chapter for her book and she must concentrate on every sensation. It was important to her to report every minute detail as it actually occurred, though once the prick found itself inside her, Jill doubted if she would remember, or care to remember anything.
"All right, darling lift up your beautiful asshole," instructed Kevin. His loins surged with passion. He was a virgin all over again and he was both scared and thrilled at losing his virginity inside the unexplored channel of Jill's asshole. "I really want to fuck you good. The come is boiling like molten lava inside my nut sack and I'd be only to happy to shoot a frothy come load inside your asshole."
"Yes, do it, Kevin," she told him, her voice rising with excitement. Spreading a thick Vaseline patch inside her bunghole, Jill rose to her knees and bent her cheeks towards Kevin. The bed bounced about as Kevin scurried between her wide ravine and raised his excited dick to the greasy bunghole.
His hand trembled as the prick face felt the hot greased opening. Pumping his hips, so his cock inched forward, he felt the asshole iris open and the thick shaft slip quietly in like an unannounced guest.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!!" His sex stem penetrated only three inches, yet it sucked her breath away. Gasping for breath, Jill arched her hips, receiving for cock as she did so. "Gooooood!"
He drew back his cock from her bunghole, then slowly worked the full length of it back up the horny slit Her slippery ass squirmed and wiggled.
"Oh, yes, don't stop now," she pleaded. "I want your sex and I want it right now!"
Kevin positioned himself. His hips drew back and his hands held her ass cheeks apart. The lusty aroma of sex drifted up from her channel, filling his nostrils with the pungent smell of feminine flesh. Their wet bodies mingled nicely. The trembling in Jill's thighs matched the shaking of his legs and the anticipation of animal satisfaction hardened his cock. The spear resting in the greased opening of Jill's ass channel was ready to rip through her belly.
"I'm coming inside," he bellowed. Holding her cheeks, Kevin bucked his hips and sent his pole into her slit. The thick coating of Vaseline popped as his sex stem plowed her flanks.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" She wiggled and thrashed her rounded ass cheeks as monstrous pole plunged into her abdomen. "Oh, God!!"
Kevin shoved his twelve hard inches into the sphincter hole and withdrew the battering ram only to plunge again. "I like fucking you this way," he said, the grease squishing around his penis.
"God, don't stop that stroking," she pleaded. Her hips hunched with an undulating rhythm. Her channel stroked his cock with every violent thrust "Don't you stop fucking my asshole. I won't let your cock go until the beautiful sperm train is running up my channel."
"That's the spirit," he encouraged. His hips pounding away, Kevin slammed his meat in, the muscles giving way, and she buried his manhood into the pit of her channel. He renewed his strength by stroking harder. Her asshole got hotter and hotter as the tortured walls screamed out for his sperm lubricant.
Jill's eyes were snapped shut as she concentrated on the flaming pole pummeling her rear. She made grunting sounds from deep within her throat. Her mouth was open wide and drool rolled off her tongue. Every thrust of his hips sent the throbbing weapon deeper into her belly. Her stomach tightened and her thighs fluttered. This was not the final chapter to her book, but the beginning, the middle and the conclusion. A whole book on ass fucking, she thought. But at the moment her only concern was making the pole inside her spurt its soothing message inside her asshole.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together and hunched her hips up and down, back and forth, kneading the iron club that plummeted the depths of her woman hole. She wrapped her hot channel flesh around his throbbing tool and jerked and shook it with animal fury.
"So fucking good," he screamed. It seemed they had been romping and playing butt games forever. The end was coming up fast as his sperm gushed to his shaft.
"Do you want my cum?" he shouted. "Does your asshole beg for something hot and sweet to suck on?"
"Oh, Kevin ... Kevin ,.. ooohhhh," she moaned as he stroked her butt furnace, heating up her ass, her cunt and her mouth as if all were immediately connected pleasure orifices. "Oh, Kevin ... make it happen ... shoot your cum in ... do it... I think I'm coming." Kevin jammed his cock into her crack and pumped his hips. His thighs pounded her ass cheeks and he readied his rigid body for the climax. "Stay still you fucking bitch!" he yelled, wrestling her rear end into position. "I'm coming right this instant!"
His body tensed, held for a moment, then let go. His aim was good and a long spurt of jism shot into her rectum as he buried his cock into the soft folds of her ass.
"Aaaarrrgggh!" The hot message steamed through her body. His dick spurted again and again, shooting its sticky fluid into her ass tube. Jill hunched her hips back and forth milking his cock dry. Her asshole dilated and jism oozed down her crack into her wet cunt hair.
The warm glow spread from her ass through every atom of her body. Her nipples burned with intense desire and her cunt quivered and shook.
"Oh, you felt so good, honey," she said when at last his fuck tool collapsed inside her. The soft penis retreated from her channel and hung before him dripping wet. "I'm not going to let you go, just yet." She scooped up his tool and cleaned off the shaft with her tongue. "You're staying with me tonight."
"Okay, anything you say," Kevin said. As Jill licked the sticky solution from his pole, he sighed, wondering how he had ever fallen into such a good deal.
For an instant he forgot about his other Jill and focused on the one before him. She was a great fuck no doubt about it and he wasn't ready to let her go yet.