Chapter 13
Jill did not want Kevin leaving her. She watched him climb from the bed, putting on his pants and shirt, then hesitate when it came time to leave.
He feels the same way about me, she thought, her heart racing. Only twenty-one, Jill realized Kevin was the only man she wanted in her life.
"You're troubled about the other Jill," she said matter-of-factly. "Benny's taken me in many times on business call. Perhaps I can help you."
Kevin spun around amazed. "Would you do that for me?" he said. "You're so wonderful. I'll make it up to you, darling?" He kissed her passionately on the mouth. Pangs of joy sprouted in Jill's tits. One way or another she would try to win this man's love for her very own.
The whole day had been spent shacking up in the back room of the Tick Tock Club. The bartender on duty told Kevin that his buddy had left long ago. Kevin snorted. At least he didn't have Jeff hanging around. Not that he worried about him running into misfortune. Jeff had enough money to get himself out of any tough predicament.
Jill had changed from her evening dress to slacks and a blouse. Even without the make up and fancy clothes, Kevin admitted that she was ravenously good looking. She was a man's dream: a big bust curving into a tiny waist with ample hips and thin legs. His cock flickered wickedly. A beautiful dame, he thought, dreading the idea of giving her up.
The hotel was only a few short blocks up the street from the club. Kevin instantly recognized the shimmering neon sign above the front entrance. It was an old, imposing hotel with a doorman positioned out front to discourage the uninvited.
"Jill Watson is her name," said Jill. Kevin nodded his head hating himself for bringing her along It only made saying goodbye that much tougher. "I know the desk man," she continued. "And he wouldn't give us any trouble. You wait by the elevator and I'll follow shortly."
The doorman gave Kevin a hard-eyed stare, but it lasted only a brief moment as Jill's alluring smile made him break out into a grin. Christ, she really knows her way around, admitted Kevin as they passed into the hotel without further incident. He waited by the elevator as told, watching his prized lovely talking with the desk man. Then she was at his side and together they were in the elevator, headed up to the fourth floor.
"He even gave me a key," she giggled. "He thinks I'm staying there." Her words made her cunny twist with desire. If only it were true, that they were headed up to their room. She wanted Kevin again, his young, daring cock filling the hot void between her insistent thighs. But loving Kevin was not in the cards ...
Room 402 was down the hallway and walking, their footsteps silent against the thick carpeting, Kevin felt his heart beating furiously. His throbbing cock thrust before him, his boiling sperm demanding release. He wanted to throw Jill down on the hotel bed and fuck her hot cunny with savage insistence.
Jill slid the key silently into the door. The sound of voices drifted from within the room. Kevin clutched her arm and stopped-not voices, but grunts and groans and scream of titillation!
Somebody is fucking Jill Watson! Goddamn it no telling what the bastard! And she sounds like she like it too.
Jill Watson was goddess, an idol he held up to his eyes. He worshipped the ground she walked on watching the degrading spectacle back on the train almost made him puke. She's sick and needs help, he thought. And no goddamn sick pervert is going to fuck her around if I have any say in the matter!
Sensing her lover's mood, Jill tried to hold him back, but Kevin broke away and putting his shoulder to the door forced his way inside. The hallway light streamed into the pitch black room. Two naked bodies sprawled on the bed, a set of ass cheeks moving up and down in the simple, primitive rhythm of lovemaking.
"What the fuck is going on!" screamed the man's voice. Kevin flicked on the light ready to put a fist through the man's face.
"Oh, don't stop ... Jesus Christ!" screamed Betsy. Kevin's eyes widened to saucer size. "Jeff! How did you get here!"
The idea that Jeff could get into the hotel room before him seemed impossible. And where was Jill?
Jeff looked up, surprise written across his handsome face. His cock only moments before buried into Betsy's quim, went limp.
"The easy way, amigo," he said. "I left the club and came here and rented a room. Took all day to find Betsy." Suddenly his restless cock felt the urgency of sex. "Wow! Look at that!" said Jeff. His cock suddenly spit out a come stream which dripped harmlessly across Betsy's breasts.
"That's just wonderful," she fumed. "Just about to come and you guys break it up."
Jill watched the whole scene unfold impassionedly, treating the silly trip that it was with a sense of humor. But when the come shout of Jeff's limp cock, Jill thought of a way to have Kevin inside her once again.
"What a terrible thing to do," she said rushing to the bedside. Jill scooped up a finger full of come and pointed it accusingly at Jeff.
"You should never do this to a woman!" she said, "If you have no respect for your own pleasure, have respect for the woman's"
The oscure invitation was lost on Jeff, but a light bulb went on in Kevin's mind.
"Well, if you're sharing these day," he said. "I'll be glad to fill in."
Betsy grinned her approval and lay back on the sheets, her wet cunny glistening in the soft room light. She was thin' and well built. Her breasts rested against her chest, the erect nipples begging to be touched. She pulled back the remaining covers and arched her hips seductively.
"Since you're doing favors, how about one for me," asked Jill. Sensing her moment, she unfastened the button to her blouse and freed the snaps from her Levi's.
"What's okay with you, is okay with me," he laughed. Quickly out of his clothes, Kevin made a nose dive for the bed. Rebounding off the mattress he pulled Betsy's luscious warmth to him. Her firm breasts pulsated against his chest. His sex-hungry hands sought out her ass cheeks then delved into her pussy.
"Ooooo!" she cried out baring her wet bush. "You can touch me any old time. Kevin had no trouble wrestling her to the bed. Staring down, her beguiling thighs worming their sensuous way around his thick sex stick, Kevin felt ravenous for sex.
Needing no further invitation, Betsy's legs magically spread apart and his shaft glided smoothly into her soft channel.
"Yes, good. Stick it in me good" she burbled, weaving her sex hole into an intricate design.
Jill was surprised at the quickness of the two love birds. She was hoping that his cock would end up stroking her own cunt, now hot with soaking juice. Still, there were other way to feel Kevin's sexual excitement throb inside her belly.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart," she said, climbing next to Betsy "I want that hard nasty tongue of yours sucking my twat."
The urgency in her voice was something new to him. He wondered if he knew Jill at all. But it was not time to worry about such things. His cock nestled in one of the nicest cunts he'd ever bucked and reared up before him was a wet, furry bush ready for eating!
"Fuck me, damn it," said Betsy. The penetration of a new penis had not damped the hot pit inside her channel. Her hips bucked earnestly up and around the spear which impaled her, working the thunder club into every hidden corner of cunt. She knew how to fuck and she knew how to come.
"Meat man, stick it in, meat man," she coaxed. Her frothy juice lathered his cunt as Kevin pounded her cunt. But this was not to deny Jill and he sank his mouth into the wet cropping of pubic growth.
She squirmed then writhed and then jumped crazily as his tongue nestled against her clitoris.
"You can suck my pussy anytime!" she exclaimed. "Just keep working your hot stuff!"
Kevin felt in an enviable position. A hot snatch hunched against his dick while his tongue chewed on some great pussy.
They played together, their sucking and fucking and humping meshing with the precision of a torrid dance number.
Then Jill heaved her hips giving a primal scream and suddenly his world came alive with a hot, cunt crazy women.
"FUCK ME! FUUUUUCCCK MEEEEEE!" Betsy flailed against his pole in last desperate efforts.
Kevin groaned. The itching in his cock said his sperm was ready. Betsy was nice and tight and a great pussy when she pumped up and down his pole and dug her fine nails into his flesh. But he secretly wanted Jill. He wished that he could whip his cock from the fire breathing cunt under his legs and jam his goodies in Jill's 'mouth.
His mouth gobbled at her cunny snack, licking her juice up and torching her clit button.
"Cumming! Jesus Christ here I go!" screamed Jill, bucking like a mare in the mating season." The incessant tickle around her cunt lips jelled. The fuck demon within her was nearing release. "Jam me. Jam your tongue inside my twat!"
Kevin complied with her eager plea, setting off her sparks as her round ass cheeks thrust in his face. Go, baby, come for me, he said to himself. I want you to come like never before.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" Betsy screamed. Her orgasm arrived piping hot, her cunt wall collapsing against the hardened cock pistoning her mounds.
Kevin's hips were churning and a wonderful explosion took place. His semen gathered up and sprayed its foaming message. His hips bucked and twisted as he spermed her cunt.
"Good, so fucking good!" he shouted as all three came together their primed bodies leaking and oozing the viscous fluids of white hot sex.
Kevin collapsed on Betsy while his mouth stuck determinedly to Jill's dripping juice factory. I love her, he thought, draining off her residue. I really love her.
The pleasure of her cunt momentarily assuaged, Jill Watson wondered what would happen next. There was no clock, she could not say how long her stay in the bedroom had been. One hour, perhaps two? She didn't know, and what was more important, she didn't really care.
Her memory was vivid. She saw her father kneeling before the ravine of her mother's spread ass cheeks ready to poke his cannon into her slot. At the time, it seemed the most explosive, traumatic thing she'd ever witnessed. Now it seemed passé. She had been reamed violently in the ass and found the experience sensual and exciting. Her cunt had been fucked by dicks, and tongues and fingers and dildos. They all felt good inside her cunny and she was able to climax with all of them. She had also performed sex with two men simultaneously and been forced to drink a man's hot pee. She even liked those things.
So she was more curious than anything else about the man carefully undressing in her bedroom. She could not see his face because she was tied face down to the bed. He was a decent looking man, she remembered, who had thick, horn rimmed glasses and wore a three piece suit. Even carried a small, attaché case so Jill assumed he was a business man or sold insurance. Something along those lines.
Her hands and feet were tied to the bedpost with silk neckties. She remembered the drive-in movie where the naked man in a red tie said, "I don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as long as you suck my cock!"
He seemed like a nice man to her, and if he got thrills by tying up woman. Then that was okay. Another sex thrill, a way to have fun, she thought.
The man whose name she'd forgot brought his hand under her cunt and applied a thick gob of Vaseline to her sex, greasing her right up to her asshole. He's going to butt fuck me, she thought. That's nice, I like it shoved in my rectum. It's almost as good as my cunny.
"We're going to have some fun, aren't we?" said her love partner. He was out of his suit and stood before her, giving Jill a good look at his face for the first time.
"I hope so. I'll do anything you want," she replied. Nice looking man, she thought, perhaps I should tell him the tied bonds are not necessary.
The man worked his hand into, her cunny and stroked back and forth across her clit.
"Yaaaaa!" she moaned, pumping her hips. Her whole channel seemed on fire and she readied her asshole for the plunge of his dick.
Instead, Jill felt the sharp sting of leather brought down against her butt. "Ow! What are you doing?" she implored. The leather thongs came down hard again, this time across the inside of her thigh. "Owwwwwww! Don't whip me."
But whipping was exactly what he had in mind.
Grabbing his cock, now stiff with excitement, the strange man in the horn rims covered her body with the stinging hand whip. Again and again he brought the tong down against her flesh, raising small dark red welts against her body. Jill screamed out in pain, desperately pulling on the silken bonds that held her to the bed.
God I must escape! He wants to kill me! she thought. She lunged and twisted her hips, rolling partially to one side to avoid the painful stroke. The whip came down gently, the tip striking her on the clit.
"Aaarrrgh!" Twice more, before she could move, the whip found its way into her private parts, once on the parted cunt face and again in the pink ravine of her ass channel.
Oh gracious that feels wonderful, she thought, afraid to admit her discovery out loud. The gentle lashing continued and more of the painful strokes found their way to sensitive parts.
Strangely, she anticipated the strokes and hunched her ass channel or turned her breasts to feel the stinging source of pleasure.
"As you can see, Jill, getting punished is not all that bad," said the man. He put the whip away in the brief case for not every day did he have a willing victim like Jill and he didn't want to get carried away, putting her in the hospital.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she cried, the tremor in her voice telling of sweet, unspoken re-
"A College Girl's Education" wards.
The lover did not answer but climb in between her legs and stroked her fertile slit. His balls were hard and straining. He was terrified himself having never anal fucked a woman before. But the chance was there and it was now or never. She cringed as he bent forward, her thighs tightening up to obscure her twat. He paid no notice. His finger rammed in and out of Jill's hot twat. Jill screamed as his finger penetrated tender flesh, then her hips slowly undulated to the steady in and out rhythm.
"Oooooo!!!! Fuck me, god almighty fuck me!" her cunt felt weepy with delight following the terrifying whipping. She wanted to suck down his pecker, but was afraid to ask him anything. The finger throbbed in her pussy and was quickly joined by a second thrusting finger up her asshole!
"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" she yelled. She squirmed and hunched her sex orifices against the tiny shafts reaming her body. "Oh great fucking come! STICK YOUR COCK IN!"
The drooling mouths of her cunt and asshole refused to let him go. The channel walls collapsed against his fingers and aromatic oils washed out the slots. He studied the object of his desires, the pink ring of bunched ass muscles. Spreading her cheeks wide he watched the muscle kneading together like a tiny mouth chewing sustenance.
His hardened cock dragged through the valley of her asscheeks to the pit of her bunghole. Placing the tip against the sucking muscle, he pushed with his hips.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" Her butt cheeks shuttered against his cock. But the closing action only pushed his passion to the brink. Now he would funnel his tool into that smelly crack and ream her out until his come mixed with her heavenly shit and shot out her tube!
His prick in position, he lunged her hips, shooting the wedge shaped face between her greased butt cheeks and into the pink slit.
Jill screamed!
"Coming in!" be bellowed hunching and bucking. The prick refused to budge. Then the muscles relaxed and the shaft slipped into her void.
So fast had he entered, that the sensation of hot ass meat surrounding his pole had not registered. He withdrew part way, then rammed his dick into boiling ass.
"It's good! It's better than I thought" he said at length. His hips thrust forward, retreating again, then thrusting once more. Her channel was hot and tight and brimming with sexual stimulation.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. The torrid pecker leaving a terrible of channel grease across the inside of her rump cheeks. He's in me and out of me and all round at the same instant, she thought. She was going to come again, but she paid little attention. She had something new and strange to contemplate. For she was truly liberated as the stick in her butt brought her closer to sexual fulfillment. There are no boundaries left for me, I have conquered sex, she thought. I am afraid of nothing, not my father, not perversion, not my conscience. I can enjoy sex all the time without guilt!
"I'm coming, bitch!" screamed the man in her asshole. His sweating stick pounded home its sticky announcement. HE WAS SHOOTING JUICE!
"Yes! God heavenly yes! Fill me with your male juice!" Jill tightened her butt and let the dreamy waves of her orgasm ripple its fetid, stinking alarm. Her channel flesh clamped tightly shut and the sticky cum sluiced out her butt channel.
"Cumming! Yes, dear I'm comming right now!" she howled as their hips rocked silently together in exquisite pleasure.