Chapter 6
"I'm home, Mom," Jill called out as she scampered into the house, her suitcase in hand. There was no response. She set down the suitcase and walked out the back door.
Maria was in the garden, pulling weeds. Jill stood and watched her for a moment. She looked different. Her skin seemed to glow and there was more grace in her movements. The worry lines that had so frequently disfigured her face over the past months had completely disappeared. Now her face was smooth, placid-beautiful.
Maria felt someone watching her and looked up. When she saw her daughter, a charming, almost shy smile curved her lips. She stood up, wiping the dirt from her hands.
"Aw, Mom, it's so good to see you!" Jill said and ran toward the startled woman, her arms outstretched.
They embraced and then held each other at arm's length, each admiring the changes the summer had brought to the looks of the other.
"Why, Jill-I-I don't know what happened ... you're a woman, now!"
Jill smiled and laughed softly. "That's right, Mom. And now I'm woman enough to understand about Dan and how much you need him. I've been a real heel, Mom. I see that now. So if you wanna marry Dan, I think you should go ahead and do it!"
"Oh, darling! Thank you!" Maria gushed, kissing Jill. Her daughter was now a beautiful young woman, mature and poised, and the summer had helped to bring it all about.
"Now, tell me all about your vacation in the mountains with Dan."
They walked into the house, arm in arm, determined to recount cleaned-up versions of how they had spent their summer vacations.
School would be starting in a week, and the swim team was to begin practice before the term officially started. Jill looked forward to getting back into the swing of things. She loved to race and dive, and now she knew that she loved to fuck, too. And she had set her sights on none other than Dale Linder, himself. The swim coach.
Tall and muscular with a craggy, masculine face, Coach Linder had been the object of many school girls' passionate desires. But he had only lapsed once in his fifteen-year career at Middletown High. He had fucked and sucked a gorgeous young sophomore who, several years later, had gone on to represent the United States in the Miss Universe contest. As for the female teachers at Middletown high-that was a different story. He had fucked all the young and attractive ones at least once and he had several other girlfriends who worked in town.
That first morning of swim practice, Coach Linder welcomed everybody back to the team and started them with warm-up exercises, then set up a series of relay races and ended with laps. He took careful note of all his swimmers and saw with pleasure that most of them, on both the girls' and boys' swim team, had been keeping up their chops. He felt good. They would have a chance at the championship this year.
Finally, he dismissed them and scheduled another practice for the following morning. He retreated to his office, put his feet on the desk, and started to thumb through one of the girlie magazines he kept in the bottom, left-hand drawer of his desk. He was startled when he heard the loud knock on his office door. Quickly he slid the magazine back into the drawer and cleared his voice. "Come in," he called.
Jill sauntered in, smiling when she saw the reaction her entrance evoked from Coach Linder. He sat bolt upright, his eyes widening at the erotic-looking creature before him.
Having learned a thing or two up at Silver Lake, and having seduction of the coach in mind, Jill had changed into tight cut-offs and a T-shirt after showering in the girls' locker room. The cut-offs were tight enough in the crotch to outline her pussy labia and cut high enough in the back to reveal the bottom halves of her ass-cheeks and a few stray curls of her cunt hair.
With lewd intentions, Jill had dampened the T-shirt so that it clung to her tits, her erect nipples clearly visible through the now-transparent cloth.
"Uh,c-can I help you, J-Jill?" he stammered, trying hard to control himself. She had always been such a tomboy that this wanton display of her tits and ass was incredibly surprising.
"Uh ... yeah, coach," she replied.
She was hesitant, too. She had been in such a big hurry to get to his office and wiggle her little ass in front of him that she hadn't had time to dream up a legitimate excuse for being there.
"Uh-maybe you noticed-I was-er, I was having a little trouble with my butterfly stroke, and I thought maybe you could give me a few pointers."
Dale looked puzzled. He hadn't noticed any problems. In fact, she had been in top form.
Jill saw that that excuse didn't work, so she sighed in resignation, walked toward him, and perched on his desk.
She crossed her arms and said: "The truth is, I'm horny as hell, and I'm just dyin' to fuck you!"
Dale's prick lurched in his pants. He looked up at the girl as she leaned over him, her tits hanging, the T-shirt plastered to them obscenely.
He shook his head in disbelief. He knew he couldn't refuse an offer like that, no matter how dangerous it was for him. She was just too beautiful, too artless and natural to resist.
He stood up, towering above her, and cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her face up. Then he bent down and kissed her softly.
She parted her lips and he stabbed his tongue inside, exploring her mouth, tangling with her tongue. The contact was electric. They both shuddered and moaned, at last breaking their kiss. Jill gazed up into his eyes as she reached down and curled up the bottom edge of her T-shirt. Then she began to slide it up over her belly, her tits, and over her head.
She tossed the T-shirt aside and saw that Dale was looking at her with obvious admiration.
"God, you're beautiful," he said. He cupped her tits in his palms, then ducked down and began laving them with his tongue.
Jill thrilled to his touch. Around and around her full tit mounds he circled his tongue, delighting in the taut smoothness of her tit flesh, the ripe curves. Then he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard as he continued to knead her other tit.
"Aaaaaa!" Jill gasped, wild thrills fluttering up and down her body, racing from her tits to her belly, to her clit, and back again.
Her cunt was creaming wildly, and a puddle of sticky goo was forming beneath her on his desk. As Dale began to diddle her stiff nipple with his tongue, he lowered his hand from her tit and unzipped her shorts. He thrust his hand beneath the waistband of her hairy cunt, running his fingers through her curly, wiry pussy muff.
"Mmmmmm," Jill moaned, her clit vibrating and swelling as his rough fingers brushed it.
Dale could smell her cunt juice now, could feel her spasming and twitching. She was hot already-very hot.
"Ah, God! Fuck me!" she gasped. Her thighs jerked, and her whole body shuddered. Every time his finger dragged across her clit, a bolt of intense, electric-like sensations shot through her.
He lowered his finger and slid it back and forth through her sopping cunt slot, amazed at how much cunt cream was oozing from her hot pussy hole. Then, he nudged her pussy opening and slid his finger inside.
"Ungh!" she gasped, her cunt muscles immediately contracting around his finger, squeezing it.
She humped forward, taking it all in. Then she rocked on her ass, her eyes closed, the palms of her hands slapping the surface of the desk.
Dale began to piston his finger in and out of her pussy, amazed at the suction of her cunt hole. He lifted his mouth off her tit and watched her face twist and contort, her expression that of wild, wanton lust.
"Get up," he rasped, sliding his cream-coated finger from her pussy.
Jill opened her eyes and took a moment to focus on him. When she saw the ferocity in his face, the hooded eyes and lust-swollen lips, she smiled slyly. She knew she was going to get the fucking of her life.
She slid down from the desk, still smiling, then dropped her gaze to his bulging crotch. He was wearing sweat pants, and she easily pulled them down by their elastic waistband. His prick was sticking out stiffly, stretching the white cotton fabric of his undershorts. She groaned when she saw how far out his rock-hard prick was pulling the material. He had a monster cock!
Dale sighed with pleasure too when she drew his shorts down, fondling his huge, pulsing prick and rubbing her hand back and forth over the rubbery stalk.
His cockhead was plum-sized, the shaft thick and gnarly. Jill began to salivate, imagining what such a luscious piece of prickmeat would taste like.
She dropped to her knees in front of him so that her face was even with his bobbing, purple cock. Then, lovingly, she took his prick by the root and aimed it at her mouth. She slid her tongue out and tentatively poked it at his piss slit, lapping up a drop of clear, succulent pre-cum suspended there.
"Oh, Jesus!" The slight touch of her tongue against his prickmeat caused shudders of pleasure and anticipation to overtake him. "Suck it, suck my cock!"
She did not have to be prompted. The salty taste of his pre-cum only whetted her appetite, and she ovaled her soft, full lips, taking in his gigantic cockhead.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned as his prickhead and a few inches of his cockshaft slid into her mouth. "Oh, yeah!"
Her mouth was stuffed with his fat prick, and there were still several more inches protruding outside of her lips. She moaned as she sucked and slithered her tongue around and around the rim of his prickhead. Teasingly, she lapped up and down the underside of his prickshaft, tickling the large, throbbing vein there.
"Oh yeah, more!" he gasped. He reached down and curled his fingers in her hair, then pulled her head toward his groin, forcing her to take in more of his prick.
Jill gasped as his prickhead bounced against the back of her throat, her eyes bulging as she fought for breath. Then, remembering a little trick Trudi had taught her, she arched her neck, loosened her throat muscles, and inched forward without his urging her to do so, taking more and more of his cockmeat into her mouth.
"Holy fucking Christ!" he rasped as she took in his whole cock, deep-throating it all the way till her lips were pressed up against his hairy groin.
She breathed deeply through her nostrils and relaxed and tightened the muscles of her throat, massaging his big, swollen prick much as a hot, eager cunt would.
Dale could hardly stand the pleasure. Not only were her expert mouth, tongue and throat causing waves of sensations to spark through his cock and loins, but the lewd sight of the young girl, her face and throat grossly distended around his cock, and her tits swollen and flushed, added to his stimulation.
He had an overpowering urge to fuck her hard in the face, and he tightened the grip in her curly hair. He bent forward, sticking his ass out as he slowly withdrew his mammoth cock, leaving his prickhead just inside her lips, pushing against the inside of her cheek. Then he rammed forward hard, forcing the air out of her lungs, slamming his huge prick back down her throat.
She rolled her eyes and jerked wildly, never having been so forcefully violated before. Frantically she tried to slip out of his hold, to disgorge some of his prickmeat, but he held her firmly as he fucked in and out, in and out, reaming her mouth solidly.
A look of angry determination crossed his face, scaring Jill as she tried to accommodate him. Her lips were being bruised, and her jaw ached from the strain. She knew her throat was being horribly battered, but she was afraid to try to resist him.
"Ungh! Shit! You cocksucking tramp!" he cried, fucking her hard, his heavy balls bloated with jizz and rolled up tightly beneath the root of his cock.
Tears streamed down Jill's face as he lunged in and withdrew, skewering her throat mercilessly. She felt his huge prick swell even bigger, and she tensed, expecting a huge load of cum to gush down her throat.
But instead he pulled his gigantic prick from her throat and stepped back. She stared at his saliva-smeared cock as it lurched and weaved in front of her, drooling a huge amount of pre-cum from its dilated piss slit.
He was wildly excited, and his pulse raced as he noted how she cringed before his mighty cock. "Get up and stand over there, by the door," he said as he grabbed his prick and slowly began to jack on it.
Whimpering, Jill got up and on shaky legs, staggered toward the door.
"Stop!" he commanded. "Turn around!"
like a soldier under a harsh drill sergeant, the girl stiffly moved into place.
"Now bend over, your feet apart."
His eyes lit up as she thrust her shapely ass out at him and bent over at the waist, her tits dangling. His prick jerked and more pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.
"Now, reach underneath and pull them pussy lips apart! I wanna see your cunt!"
It was as if he were possessed by someone else. All his suave courtliness, the gentle seductiveness that he usually used to attract women had evaporated in Jill's presence.
Jill had brought out his beast, his most violent instincts and desires. He had always wanted to treat a woman this way, and at last he was doing it-doing it to a gorgeous little slut who deserved to be treated rough.
"Wider! Spread them cunt labia wider!" he snarled.
Jill was shaking. She had never been so humiliated in her life-or so excited. She could hear his heavy breathing, the lust in his voice. And she knew she had brought him to this state with her beauty and sexy ways. Let him use me if he wants, she thought, 'cause I'm really using him!
She spread her pussy labia wide apart with both hands, revealing the moist, pink inner meat. Dale groaned at the sexy sight, holding his huge prick tightly at the base. He kicked out of his pants and shorts and came toward her.
"Keep 'em spread, bitch," he growled.
Jill crooked her neck and looked at him over her shoulder, a shudder of anxious excitement trembling throughout her body. Her cunt spasmed and wrenched. He was aiming his prick at her cunt slot, his face flushed, the veins in his thick, muscular neck throbbing visibly.
She groaned as he slid his cock up and down her wet cunt slit. She was so excited that she nearly came at that initial contact. Her clit filled with hot desire, swelling with blood, and then, just as he nudged her cunt hole with his fat, rubbery cockhead, he slapped her hard across the ass and she came, screaming out her pleasure.
Thick cunt cream flowed from her pussy hole, dribbling down her inner thighs and over his pulsing cockhead. She gasped and strained With the strenuous release, her pussy hole exerting tremendous pressure on his swollen cockhead. Her hands trembled as she continued to hold the greasy lips of her cunt wide open for him.
"You're a hot little bitch," Dale grunted, and he suddenly lunged forward, ramming his huge cock up her little pussy channel.
"Aaaaaah!" she cried. She slammed headfirst against the door, only partially breaking the impact with one hand.
His prick filled her cunt to bursting. She could feel the veins and lumps on the thick shaft with her sensitive pussy walls, and her cunt twitched and churned at the incredible pleasure, pumping cunt juice around his prick staff.
Once again Dale dispensed with all his usual gentleness and began to brutally ream her cunt out. His big cockhead rammed against the end of her cunt tunnel, causing a dull ache there. Her head was being jounced against the heavy wooden door, but she loved it, and she could feel a mighty orgasm building deep in her loins.
He grabbed her by the hips and was now holding her so firmly she could barely move as he fucked into her brutally. His fingers dug into her tender flesh, leaving obvious marks. Yet, with each fuck thrust, he mauled and twisted her delicate skin all the harder.
"Agh! Agh!' he bellowed at last, feeling the cum rumble in his balls and surge up his prick shaft.
"Shiiiiiit!" Jill shrieked as she felt the first spurt of molten jizz surge up her reamed-out pussy.
She spasmed and wrenched her body on his spewing cock as a strong climax raged through her. It seemed to last a long, long time, and every part of her body seemed super-charged with ecstatic, mind-blowing release.
When Dale withdrew his cock from her cunt, she sighed with disappointment, for there was now a great void in her greedy little cunt-a void that had to be filled. She turned around, and to her amazement, she saw that his prick was still just as hard as it had been when he had first begun to fuck her.
He smiled at her and winked, eyeing her sweaty ass cheeks and fondly caressing his immense, pulsing cock. "You turn me on, honey," he said, the gentleness returning to his voice. He had gotten his mean streak out of his system, and now he was ready to be sweet to her, give her a slow, steady fucking.
He stretched out on the floor his cock sticking straight up, and he motioned to her. "Come on, honey, and sit on my prick," he said softly.
Jill felt her pussy spasm and a rivulet of jizz and cunt cream streamed from it. She licked her lips with anticipation and came to him, slowly easing her pussy onto his big hard cock as she straddled his hips.
It promised to be a very fulfilling afternoon.