Chapter 4
After she had cleaned herself up, Jill went over to Larry's apartment. While in the shower, she had had time to think about what had happened. It now seemed unreal, like a dream. Refreshed and given time to reconsider, she decided not to try to find Tony after all. She was more her old self, although somewhat shattered from the experience.
"Hi, babe," Larry said, opening the door and taking her in his arms. "You ready to go?" he added, grabbing his coat.
"Let's just stay here tonight," Jill said. "Do you mind? I've had a rather . . . difficult day."
"Oh, wow," Larry said. "These reservations were hard to get."
Ordinarily, Jill would have given in, but not tonight. She just didn't feel like going to one of those senior recital concerts Larry always dragged her to, followed by a rather heavy French meal. There was always too much chatter and too many people around. Before, she bore it stoically, but now she saw the evenings as rather phony.
As head of the department of music at the university, Larry seemed to be forever entertaining or being entertained. And now that she looked at it in a different light, all the men looked as if they'd be a lot happier seeking out a piece of ass rather than counterpoint in a Mozart sonata. The women looked like a real honest-injun fuck just might defrost them a little.
Yet, she had been one of those women herself.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, his irritation obvious, although he put his coat down and closed the door.
"Couldn't we just stay here and . . . fuck all night?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
"What's come over you?" Larry gasped, taking a step backward.
Jill didn't dare tell him. He'd probably shit down both legs.
"Come on, be a sport," she said, embracing him and squirming her ass around. "Don't you want me?"
"Well . . . yes," Larry said, stammering. He'd never seen that glint in her eyes before. She looked, well, dangerous. He gave a self-conscious chuckle and cleared his throat. "Uh . . . you want a drink or . . . something?"
"Mmmmm, just you," Jill said, running her hands down his sides, letting her palms rest against the bulge of his crotch.
He was attractive, she had to admit, but in a young Abe Lincoln sort of way. Tall and slim, his body was tight, like a coiled spring. His hair was coal-black, framing a triangular face. His eyes were dark blue. He was one of those men who looked a lot better dressed than undressed, as his frame was pitifully thin.
How was it she had at one time thought him demanding in bed? She almost laughed thinking about it.
"I'll suck out your cum," she said, nuzzling her face against his shoulder. "You've always wanted me to do that, haven't you?"
"Are . . . have you gone crazy?" Larry gasped. Jill had always seemed so cool, so efficient. And now she was talking like a . . . whore.
"Mmmmm? Crazy?" she whispered, slowly dropping to her knees before him. "No, but maybe a little . . . nuts," she added, running her fingers over his stiffening mound of cock.
Larry was stunned, unable to move. He merely watched, fascinated, as she unzipped him, then grabbed for his cock. Immediately, she engulfed the tip of it with her warm, searching mouth.
"Jill?" he grunted finally, his eyes widening. He hardly recognized her. Could she be drunk? "Wha -what are you doing?"
"Hmmmm, and you're supposed to be so smart," Jill murmured, rolling her tongue over the rubbery texture of his expanding cock. "Why, I'm licking this sweet prick of yours, baby."
She then gobbled forward and took the entire slab of his cock into her throat. As his prick ballooned, became rock-hard, she lapped her tongue over the slippery surface. Her nose was buried in his wiry crotch hairs.
He does have a nice prick, she thought. Long and hard and tasty. Maybe it wasn't the biggest in the world, but cock was cock.
"Want to get in bed?" Larry finally managed to sputter out.
Jill pulled her head back, letting his prick flop upward. She then kissed between his balls, swirled her tongue over the hairy surfaces. She gulped one ball inside her mouth, then the other. After bathing them, she spit them out and kissed into his crotch hairs.
"I'm fine," she whispered. "Just put your hands behind my head and hang on. I'm gonna blow you to kingdom come."
Cautiously, Larry did as she asked, placing his hands behind her head. He pressed her forward and thrust out his hips at the same time.
"Ohhhh . . . this is nice," he grunted, still confused, but loving the delicious pressure inside his balls.
Jill licked back to the tip of his prick and gulped the thick shaft into her throat. As her lips pursed tightly around the root, she began twisting her head around. His cockhead was throbbing in her mouth, and already she could taste the flavor of his nearing orgasm.
"Suck it," Larry grunted, humping a little harder against her face. "Shit . . . take it all in! Eat on it ... and . . .you'll suck me off?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Jill gurgled, quickening her moves.
Larry couldn't believe this was happening. And although he wasn't really convinced that he really liked it all that much, he lost control of his emotions. He'd never been sucked like that before. It was like she had a craving for his prick, and she wasn't doing it just to please him.
He watched with growing excitement and interest as she began gobbling up and down furiously, moaning loudly each time her lips kissed into his crotch hairs. And she was squirming around, rubbing her knees together.
There was a dull ache in her cunt, something Jill found almost unbearable. If only she could have a cock up her pussy and one in her throat at the same time. The idea inflamed her with greater hunger.
Maybe three! .
Had anyone ever done that before? she wondered. Was it even possible? Something told her she had to find out for herself.
"Suck . . . God . . . suck me good," Larry grunted, pumping his ass back and forth. "Your mouth is like a pussy, you know that? Christ, so hot and . . . slippery . . . and ..."
His voice trailed off to a low, growling moan as he felt his cum-load bubble from his balls, flood the root of his cock.
"Mmmmmfffff!" Jill choked, feeling his jism blast from his cockhead and splatter the back of her throat. At the same instant his prick exploded with climax, her orgasm thundered into her pussy. She writhed and bucked, raked her nails over his bare, thrusting ass. Again, she cried out, her moan sending a shower of cum into his dark crotch hairs.
"Suck me . . . God, suck me dry," Larry groaned, gyrating his hips, plunging forward. His hands were tight on the back of her head, shoving her mouth firmly around the base of his prick. "Lick . . . every drop and drink it down."
Jill's climax peaked, but left her hungry for more. In a way, she felt rather disappointed. It hadn't been anything like it had with Tony. Good, yes. But not great.
Cum- still spewed from his cock, filling her mouth with salty, warm cream. She sucked furiously, then gave another moan as the last glob splashed into her throat. A few moments later she pulled away and licked some of the stray globs from his cock hairs.
"How was it?" she asked, darting her tongue over his nuts. "You like blowing your wad in my mouth?"
Where did she learn to talk like that!
"Well . . . yes," he said, suddenly embarrassed. "It's just not how I imagined it would be."
Sure, Jill thought. It would be okay in a darkened room, under covers, with Chopin in the background, and their minds dizzy with wine. Pure, raw sex was somehow vulgar in his circles.
Hers, too, once.
Still, there might be hope for him, for them.
"Let's get out of our clothes and really fuck," she said, getting to her feet. "Mmmm, I want to show you a few tricks we haven't tried."
Dazed, Larry let himself be pulled toward the bedroom. But what happened next, made him feel even more confused. Jill pushed him to the bed, then reached for his bathrobe which lay on a chair next to the window. She removed the sash and held it out.
"Huh?" he said, looking from the blue satin sash to her face, then back again. "What?"
"Tie me up," Jill said, her voice quivering with expectation. "Mmmmm, yes, tie my hands and feet and stick that big cock up my ass."
He looked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language. His mouth dropped open.
"Come on, Larry, don't be such a stick," she said, tugging at his clothes.
After she had undressed him, she shucked out of her clothing, then stood before him, her legs spread wide. She almost laughed at his expression as he looked at her steaming cunt mound.
"Tie . . . you . . . up?" he asked, swallowing hard. "Are you serious?"
When she assured him that she was very serious, he grasped the sash with trembling hands. And under her direction, he tied her hands behind her back, then attached the two ends to her drawn-up knees.
"Now fuck me in the butt," she said, turning her head slightly so she could look at him. "Stick that big, hard cock in my shitter and load me up with gallons of cum."
Larry felt as if he were another person and not himself. He was numb all over. And he hadn't been this nervous since he was fourteen, and that girl -- Rose? -- had taken him into the bushes in her back yard.
"Your . . . ass?" he asked, his jaw hanging stupidly.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Jill said, giggling. "Don't you want to fuck it to me there?" she asked, wiggling around seductively.
Quite frankly, Larry didn't know what he wanted. For the greater part of his life, he had always had control. Over his students, the symphony orchestra, faculty members, and even Jill. Until now. He felt hopelessly inadequate.
Still, her sweet, rounded ass was surely inviting. The delicious curves looked mouth-watering. And that delicate crack. But . . . tied up? What would she think of next? Whips and boots and masks and chains?
"Fuck me," Jill urged.
Her passion was mounting quickly as she realized that she was in control. And she suddenly knew what Tony liked about it, making someone do something they didn't want, then convincing them they did.
"Ram that big prick in my shitter, Larry," she added, her voice a command.
Larry gently touched her satiny ass cheeks and pulled them apart. When he saw the tiny, puckered hole of her shitter, he licked his lips. Would his cock fit? Christ, her asshole was so little!
"Goddamnit, fuck me!" Jill said impatiently. She felt angry, almost cheated. Why wouldn't he do it? Do it like Tony had?
Still totally confused, Larry held his rock-hard cock down at an angle with his right hand and nudged the tip of it into the crack of her ass. He watched, fascinated, as the tip of his cock sank into her shitter, followed by about three inches of his shaft.
"Holy'. . . Jesus!" he gasped. It was really going in, and so easy!
"Ahhhhh . . . that's it!" Jill gasped, bucking with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. "All the way, baby. Come on, lay on top of me and pump that little ass up and down. Give me the best fuck you can."
Larry fell over her body, shoving the entire slab of his prick inside her. He held himself there for a few moments, then withdrew slightly. Again he thrust back inside. Her shitter was so snug, so warm, her walls fluttering like her throat had a few moments ago.
"This . . . way?" he asked, now rhythmically pumping his ass up and down.
"Make it hurt, you bastard," Jill grunted. "I ... I want pain and pleasure both."
Larry reached under her body and began kneading her tits harder than he ever had before. As the silky mass of flesh squeezed between his fingers, he felt her buck harder. He heard her moans grow louder.
"Fuck me," Jill gasped, licking her tongue out, rolling the tip of it over an imaginary cock. "God, give it to me fast . . . hard . . . shove me full of hot cock, you mother fucker!"
Larry did as she asked, but it was a purely physical act. His mind still screamed with the unreality of the situation. It just wasn't happening! This girl wasn't the same Jill he knew. Not the one who had sat next to him and praised college symphonies and operas. She was an alley cat on a fence. And he was a part of it.
"Ohhhh . . . God," he groaned, feeling his loins burn with pressure. He stabbed into her asshole harder, faster, slammed his stomach against her ass cheeks. "Fuck it . . . fuck it in!"
Jill's climax was so close she could taste it. She closed her eyes and remembered how it had been with Tony. No, he hadn't been cautious like Larry. He had taken her, driven his cock in her asshole like there was no tomorrow.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, her body tightening, her flesh beading with glistening sweat. "Ohhhhh, sweet Jesus, screw me full of cum!"
Larry humped savagely into her asshole, but each stroke seemed to bring him mental pain. His face contorted with anguish.
Suddenly, his balls seemed to rupture as his thick, molten wads of cum shot into the root of his cock. He froze for a second, then began pounding her shitter frantically. With each hard stroke, a gasp of agonized satisfaction spat from his lips.
"Yesssssss!" Jill yelled out, her climax tearing into her body with full force.
She began working with him, matching him thrust for thrust. And each time his throbbing cock stabbed into her butt, another wave of pleasure swept into her guts.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes," she panted, her ecstasy peaking wildly, eating into her flesh like acid.
"Damn . . . fuck . . . damn," Larry grunted, heaving the last of his cum-load into her shitter, then falling limp against her body. "I ... I don't believe this ..."
They lay molded together for several moments before Larry rolled off her body. He then untied her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking away.
"Mmmmm, now my pussy," Jill murmured, unaware that he was becoming distant. "Want to screw-"
"This isn't right," Larry interrupted, standing. He walked over and put on his robe. "We ... we" can't do this, Jill."
"Didn't you like it?" Jill asked, trying to clear her head of the passions she'd felt.
"No, I didn't," Larry said, swallowing hard, still not looking at her. "It ... it made me feel
. . . strange.
Jill felt anger at first, then shame. Angry with Larry that he didn't take her as Tony had, and shame that she had been thinking of Tony the entire time.
"But I liked it," she said helplessly, feeling suddenly brazen, whorish. "Why don't you like it?"
There was no further need of oral communication. She saw that in his eyes he would rather be with his friends, chatting away in a French restaurant about the recent Bach recital, than be with her. Especially now, when he'd discovered a dark side of her nature.
She got off the bed and began dressing, feeling her heart pound in her throat. It was as if she'd made one of the most important decisions in her life in those few moments with him.
Thank God, she found out now, before it was too late. She could have been stuck with him and his stuffy crowd for the rest of her life.
But when you've discovered one world and not exactly accepted another, where did it leave you? She felt lost, vulnerable, alone.
"Goodbye, Larry," she said a few moments later as she opened the front door to leave.
"Goodbye, Jill," he said, forcing a smile.
When the door was closed, they both leaned against the wall-four inches of plaster separating their worlds-and sighed with relief.
Larry went in search of Bach.
Jill wandered aimlessly into the night, looking for a different world.