Chapter 2
Jill Watson had the reputation around Vernon High School as being a sensitive student but not exceptionally attractive. Up until her Junior year, Jill had changed very little. She still had the flat-chested, awkward appearance of a girl about to enter puberty. Emotionally, however, Jill was fully mature and wanted boyfriends and all the other wonderful things that went with being a woman. This was not to be, of course. Teenage boys don't risk their fragile reputations by dating plain looking girls.
It was tough for her, but she kept trying to be just one of the girls. She tried out for the glee club and discovered to her own amazement that she possessed a lilting, if not pleasant voice. The cheerleaders came next and though physical awkwardness betrayed her desires at first, many hard hours of practice got her on the squad. Jill was proud of her accomplishments as was her family, but she had still not attracted boys into her life. And this bothered her, though she firmly believed that by trying hard enough, one day her fortunes were bound to take a turn for the better. Someday a man will find me, she told herself. It just has to happen.
A few months after her seventeenth birthday, the miracle Jill had waited so long for began to happen. It began as a burning sensation just behind each nipple of her breast. Jill tried to ignore it, but the sensation increased with each passing day. There were other things happening to her body at the same time, though she did not connect them with the itching sensation in her tits.
That is, she didn't until one day in the showers after a hard cheerleading practice, her best friend Gloria gave her that all knowing look of hers and blurted out: "Well, you're finally getting some titties, Jill Watson."
She could not believe it at first, for she had lived so long in that middle ground between childhood and womanhood that Jill had chilling thoughts of never reaching physical maturity. They were everywhere, those hipless, tit-less women that always seemed to carry the world's problems on their shoulders.
But not me, thought Jill that day, standing in front of the dressing room mirror, admiring the shallow curves of her breasts. She looked into the mirror and at the same time slapped her hips. To her surprise, Jill felt soft flesh where before hard bone had protruded. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest and the sensual itch inside her breasts burned with intense delight. Something new and exciting was happening to Jill as the reflection in the mirror so amply proved. All her life, she had wanted boys to notice her for what she was: a pretty, sexy looking woman. And like many young girls growing up in today's confusing society, Jill's dream was coming true. She wanted a healthy sex life and a man to love her. And she would get both though in a way that went beyond her most intimate fantasies.
She liked the way her tits had grown firm and hard. And unlike some of her friends who dropped, Jill did not need the support of a bra though she occasionally wore one.
Jill felt good about herself and about the way her body had turned out. And like other girls who experienced the joys of their sex for the first time, Jill liked to show off her sexiness by wearing tight sweaters and thigh-high mini-skirts.
It turned a lot of heads in school and though her mother warned Jill about being overeager to gain attention, she paid her no mind. Most of her friends wore revealing clothes and besides, what did her mother know about the younger generation?
Jill also liked to hitch-hike home rather than take the bus. And one day as she stood outside the school, her thumb out in the classic "ride" position, a convertible screeched to a stop. Jill recognized the driver as John Atkins, a football player known for his physical toughness.
Atkins had a bad reputation among the other cheerleaders and Jill was apprehensive about accepting the ride. At the same time, she felt drawn towards him in a mysterious way. She allowed her curiosity to get the best of her.
"Where to, sweetheart?" Atkins asked, grinning wolfishly.
"Highland Drive," she responded. He didn't seem to be the unpleasant type, she thought. And he was very good looking.
Atkins pulled a cold beer from a cooler in the back seat and offered one to Jill. He hadn't noticed her much, but now that she was close up, he saw that she was pretty. Extremely pretty in fact. His blood rushed through him like electricity. He felt the familiar stirring of his cock inside his pants and he decided to try a few tricks on the girl who sat beside him.
A tingly sensation swept through Jill's braless tits like little warning buzzers. Something is not right, she thought, as the convertible rocketed down the road. Atkins was driving like a mad man, weaving the low slung machine through traffic. He ran a stop sign, nearly side-swiping a Volkswagen before he hit the freeway.
"Hey, slow down," she cried out. The wrap around windshield seemed to distort the other cars as they whizzed by; just quick visual blurs as the convertible hit the century mark.
Jill was terrified of high speed driving. The small voice in the back of her mind told her of impending doom. She imagined the car spinning wildly out of control, crashing into the guard railing and throwing them both to their deaths.
"Oh, please! Stop!" she cried. But her voice was drowned out by the wind screaming through the open car. And John Atkins appeared to have no intention of slowing down. His cruel face was pulled back into a wicked smile and his eyes danced with devilish merriment.
"Some car, huh?" he shouted. "I can "drive like this all day."
To emphasize his point, Atkins swung the car violently to the right, passing the surprised occupants of a blue Dodge on the narrow emergency lane.
Jill put both hands up to her eyes and waited for the crashing sound of two tons of metal against concrete. When the accident did not materialize, Jill went into shock. She had the same sense of unreality that a panic-stricken swimmer might have if he were suddenly plucked from the water just as he was going under.
Atkins drained the beer can and flipped it out on the road where it skipped crazily along the cement. He slowed the car down and took the Highland Drive exit at a reasonable speed. A tree-lined park came up on their right and he wheeled the Dodge into the picnic area overlooking a stream.
Jill had spent many happy yours playing Frisbee in the park as a child. She was stunned from the perilous journey, and was not prepared for what came next.
John lunged at her suddenly and clamped his mouth over her lips. He forced her mouth open and plunged his tongue into her soft void. Jill froze with alarm. She felt his arm snake up her miniskirt and wiggle into her panties. Her thighs snapped open instinctively as his finger found the parted slit of her cunt. Drunk as he was, Atkins had not forgotten how to work a girl's crack into a state of excitement.
Jill bucked her hips against his hand. She wanted to do something; at least scream, or cry, or shout-anything at all. But she just sat there, legs spread apart with this man's hand jammed into her virgin sex channel, wondering how to react.
Her sexual adventures had been limited. She had never felt a man's hand between her legs working the cum juice into her pubic thatch. His mouth felt good against hers, she thought, and his hand felt good where it was. Her breasts throbbed with pleasure as Atkins' hand parted her cunt lips and she wondered if it was all right to let a man violate her this way.
"How's that, baby?" Atkins asked, snapping his thumb nail against her rigid clitoris.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" she cried, the fiery sensation between her legs quickly spreading through the rest of her. Though Jill felt only pleasure and not guilt, she tried pushing him away. "You must stop this."
"I agree," he said drunkenly. He ripped open his fly and freed his swollen cock from restrictive panel of his underwear. "Now you give me a little pleasure, sweetie. Suck!" The prick lifted its ugly head, the conical shaped face challenging Jill to accept its throbbing rewards. She studied the cock with intent curiosity like a child trying out a new Christmas toy. Ugly blue veins marred its sleek, masculine beauty. She followed the length of his cock with her eyes, watching it twitch and flicker, ready to strike.
"Suck me, goddamn it!" yelled Atkins. "Suck it with your mouth!"
A twinge of revulsion shivered down her spine. I can't put that ugly thing inside me, she thought. She looked at the tiny hole in the middle of the circumcised head and imagined the shaft forced into her mouth as the hole dilated and cum shot into her mouth. What a terrible thing to ask a woman to do, she said to herself. I couldn't ever suck a man's penis.
Atkins' excitement had reached a peak and he drunkenly screamed at her once again to satisfy his sexual passions.
"I can't hold it much longer," he bellowed. "Now do it! Do it!" His hand surrounded the shaft and he frantically brought it up and down the translucent skin that sheathed his powerful member.
Confronted with so much sex in just a few passing seconds, Jill gave in to her most animal instincts and reached out for the cock that danced before her. Though her mind raced with explosive thoughts-spurred on by passion or guilt, she did not know which-the feeling of gripping a hard prick in her hands did not bother her. In fact, the shaft's pleasing warmth made her feel good.
"Oooooo," she said in a voice that was almost a whistle. "You're so very hot. You're ... you're burning up in my hand." And, as if to prove her point, Jill frigged his cock in a blur of motion.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" screamed John, his excitement reaching a climatic peak. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Atkins bucked his hips off the seat and pushed his inflamed member towards the girl's face.
"Good gracious!!" she screamed out. To Jill, the surprise thrusting of Atkins' hips seemed an extension of the frigging she was giving his cock. It seemed, at least to her at that wild, crazy moment, that she had lifted him into the air by merely pulling on his prick. She watched with wide open eyes at the pine hole in the circumcised head as it dilated just as she had fantasized, the opening grew bigger and bigger and then the cum wad shot out into her face.
"Yesssss!" yelled John as he shot jet after jet of sticky semen into the face of his hitchhiking companion. His balls jerked in their sack as the fluid rushed through his shaft and out the spurting end.
The viscous liquid caught her under the nose. And before Jill could push his cock out of the way, three more jets had found their target.
"You beast!" she cried, tears filling her eyes. "How could you do such an awful thing!"
Atkins was not prepared for Jill's reaction. He had shot his wad on lots of girls. Some even like their sex that way, feeling cum sprayed in their face. So he could not possibly understand how traumatic the episode had been for Jill.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just let it slip out, that's all." He put a protective arm around the hysterical girl. His cock continued to ooze its fertile message onto the leather upholstered seat while he tried to comfort Jill from further embarrassment.
"Get away from me," she screamed slipping through the outstretched arm. "I never want to see you again." Her fumbling hand found the latch to the door and in an instant she was out and running through the park, wiping the remaining cum slime from her tear-streaked face.
"I'll make it up to you," he cried out from the car. Then as an afterthought, though even to his woozey mind it sounded corny, he said, "I think I love you."
Two girls walking through the park watched Jill as she scurried off down the pathway. John was now standing up in the front seat watching her go quite unaware that his flaccid cock was drooping out from his trousers.
"Probably fucked her brains out," said one girl admiring the lengthy shaft. "That's a big cock he's got there."
"That's a donkey dick," responded the friend. "I know 'cause my daddy has one."