
                            Jill's Odyssey
                             by NyteMyst

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Chapter 1

There was an unpleasant odor to the grimy bus station; the sour smell
of age mixed with rancid floor polish and unwashed bodies.  A clock
hanging from the ceiling of the waiting area announced that it was
five to two in the morning and Jill, emerging from the washroom,
glumly calculated that she had a little over nine hours to wait
before her next bus departed.  Her shoulder length auburn hair felt
gritty after two days on the road and, though she had attempted to
brush it into some semblance of its normal prettiness, she would
dearly have loved to take a shower.

There was a handful of passengers scattered about on the hard wooden
benches in the waiting area.  Some slept, slumped like sacks of
grain, while others stared blankly at nothing, their meager
belongings scattered in untidy piles at their feet.  Jill had little
desire to spend her remaining time trying to rest in this unpleasant
place but, with only eighty dollars in her pocket book, she wasn't
sure what else she could do.  For a moment, she stood surveying the
harshly lit room and then, swinging her faded knapsack over her
shoulder, she made her way out toward the street.

Not even sixteen yet, Jill was travelling toward the west-coast,
finally leaving behind an impossible life with her thrice divorced,
alcoholic mother and the succession of men whom she had been obliged
to call 'Uncle'.  She was armed with the scribbled address of an old
school friend, along with a vague invitation to look her up if she
made it out that way, but aside from this and her small supply of
cash, she had very little in the way of resources.  Uncertainty faced
her, but it was an uncertainty that seemed better than the life she
was leaving behind.

The floor of the waiting room was a half-heartedly polished marble
and Jill's clogs clattered noisily across it as she crossed toward
the exit.  She was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans along with a
matching denim jacket and this ensemble, decorated with a few
colorful iron-on patches, represented one third of her entire
wardrobe.  She would have loved to have been able to change into
something else, but at present that was impractical and she resigned
herself to wearing the same clothes for at least another two days.
Feeling hot and decidedly uncomfortable, she pushed open the heavy
bus station door and emerged onto the night-shrouded street of a City
whose name she could not remember.

It was pleasantly cool out on the street after the hot, stuffiness of
the bus station.  It had obviously rained fairly recently and the
dirty sidewalk took on a flat sheen beneath the sodium glare of the
streetlight.  There were two wrought-iron benches along the front of
the building and Jill took a seat on one of these while she tried to
decide what she ought to do.  She was still quite hot inside her
denim jacket, so she removed and let the soothing night air relax her
as she sat there in her light blue cotton T-shirt.

To both the left and right, the street disappeared into the distance,
lined with closed shops, apartment houses and, in a few locations,
the bright lights of all-night coffee-shops and fast-food joints.  On
the surface, the neighborhood seemed not that dissimilar to the
places Jill had lived in all her life and the familiarity of it gave
her a vague sort of comfort.

About a half block down the street to her right, a gaggle of teen-age
girls ranging in ages from about thirteen to sixteen, hovered beneath
a street light, some sitting on the stoop of a vacant brown stone
building.  They were dressed more or less similarly; jeans and tank
tops for the most part, and they chatted amongst each other,
oblivious to the presence of Jill sitting in the shadows less than a
hundred yards away.  A few cars passed by, slowing down as they
approached the girls, and then, as a dark blue sedan drew to a halt
beside them, one of the girls detached herself from the group and
walked up to the passenger window.  A brief conversation took place
and, as Jill watched, the girl climbed into the vehicle and it pulled
away off down the street.  Jill had already formed a fairly good idea
of what the girls were doing there at that time of the night and the
little scene she had just witnessed confirmed it.

After she had been sitting there for fifteen minutes or so, a cab
pulled up in front of the bus station doors and a man emerged a
moment or two later.  He was not carrying any luggage as he went into
the building and Jill, glancing casually at him, guessed that he was
probably an employee of the bus line.  The taxi driver did not pull
away immediately and instead he lit a cigarette, his face momentarily
illuminated in the flare of his match.  For that brief instant, Jill
could see that he was regarding her with interest and she felt his
eyes sweeping over the gentle swell of her breasts and then down the
length of her slender coltish legs.  The match went out after that
but, though she couldn't see the man anymore, she knew he was still
looking at her.

In truth, Jill did not really mind this studied appraisal.  She had
long grown used to the admiring glances of men and had discovered at
a very early age the strange power she held over them.  The males
that had passed through her mother's life had not troubled to hide
their interest in her and she had quickly learned that the power she
possessed could be tapped to her own advantage.  Even as early as
nine years old she had learned that a coy smile or a quick, giggling
kiss might be rewarded with a quarter, or even a dollar, and as she
grew older, the potential of this discovery became increasingly more
apparent.

Whilst still a very young girl, Jill had been amazed by the number of
uncles she apparently possessed.  Most visited only once, frequently
for no more than an hour at a time, but some stayed longer and a few
of them were even regular visitors to her home.  A good number
ignored her during their brief stays, while others were distantly
polite.  There were quite a few amongst this endless stream, however,
who were very friendly towards Jill indeed and it wasn't until she
was twelve years old, and much wiser in the ways of the world, that
she realized the truth about her family situation and the means by
which her mother supplemented her monthly welfare check.

The taxi finally pulled away a few minutes later and, as it passed
beneath the light of a street-lamp, Jill was able to see that the
driver gave her a final leer of hungry appreciation.  She ignored
him, there being no benefit to her to doing otherwise, and, as the
vehicle disappeared down the street she suddenly thought once again
of all her mother's men who had looked at her with that same, barely
hidden longing.  There had been so many of them over the years; men
who had been 'uncle' for their brief allotted time, and now, fading
into the recesses of memory, they seemed to blend into a shadowy
company of names without faces and faces without names.


                                  ***


There had been one of her mother's companions...or customers, not to
put too fine a point on it...who did stand out in Jill's mind more
than most.  It was not that she had a very clear picture of him
exactly; indeed, she couldn't remember his face at all...but he had
been a regular visitor for a while, having come to the apartment
probably a dozen times over a period of six months or so.  When Jill
was nine or ten (she was not sure now), she and her mother had lived
in a cramped apartment on the waterfront and the majority of the
visitors at that time were servicemen.  This man, she remembered,
however, did not wear a uniform, but invariably appeared in an
expensive looking suit and tie.  He also had a good, solid almost
grandfatherly bulk to him and the one memory she would always retain
was of the rich, sweet smell of tobacco that always seemed to hang
around him like an invisible cloud.

Jill could not remember exactly when the man had first
visited...indeed, she could easily have been asleep if it had been a
night time appointment.  Mostly, however, he had arrived in late
afternoon or early evening and she would usually be awake, at least
during the first part of his visit.  Sometimes he would bring a
bottle of some kind or other and he and Jill's mother would enjoy
several drinks until it was time for Jill to be sent to her room.  On
these occasions she would watch shyly through the door into the
kitchen where they sat and, once in a while, the man would smile at
her or tell her how pretty she looked.

One afternoon, the man had arrived while it was still quite light
outside.  This had been in the wintertime so it had probably been
sometime toward late afternoon.  He had shown up with a pint bottle
of liquor and he and Jill's mother had polished it off in fairly
short order.  There was nothing else to drink in the house so the
man, pulling out his wallet with a theatrical flourish, had withdrawn
a number of bills and dispatched his hostess to the neighborhood
liquor store to fetch another bottle.  Normally, Jill's mother liked
to tend to business as quickly and efficiently as possible, but the
promise of more drink at someone else's expense was clearly a more
attractive prospect.

After her mother had gone, Jill watched the man as he climbed up from
the kitchen table and sauntered over into the living room to peer at
the street through the grimy picture window.  He took a seat in a
tattered wicker armchair by the window and then, looking up, he
caught sight of Jill peeking at him from around the corner.  His face
suddenly broadened into a wide, toothy smile of welcome.

"Well...hi there, honey," he had beamed.  "Your name's Jill...isn't
it?"  Jill nodded shyly in reply and the man beckoned to her and
patted his knee.  "Come on over, sweetie..."  he smiled.  "Come and
tell me all about yourself."

This was not an unfamiliar situation for Jill; many of her mother's
visitors asked her to do the same although, until now, it had always
been with her mother present.  The request did not make her nervous
at all, however...she had met the man several times before and he had
always seemed friendly even though he had never said anything to her
except to say hello.  Smiling shyly, she emerged from around the
corner.

That afternoon, Jill was wearing a light yellow cotton dress whose
hem barely covered the tops of her bare, girlish thighs.  It was more
of a summer outfit really, but Jill did not have a lot to choose from
and her mother liked her to look presentable whenever she was
entertaining early in the day.  She crossed the narrow space
separating them and clambered up onto his knee.

"And how old are you, honey?"  the man asked her.  Jill was sitting
on his left knee, her own legs dangling down between his.  She
answered him politely and the man smiled with pleasure.  "I have a
granddaughter about your age, " he told her.  "She's very
pretty...just like you..."

"Do you give her presents?"  Jill asked hopefully, looking up into
his face with a winsome little simper that she knew men found
adorable.  The man laughed aloud.

"Well, of course, sweetie," he chuckled.  He thought for a moment and
then thrust two fingers into the front pocket of his vest and drew
out a shining quarter.  He held it out to her.  "I can't give you a
present, exactly," he said.  "But...maybe you can get something with
this, though."

Saying thank-you in her sweetest manner, Jill took the coin and held
it tightly in her fist.  The man patted her on the knee and let his
hand rest there as he told her about the farm where his granddaughter
lived and how she had a pony she could ride everyday.

"And I'd buy you one too, if you could come there," he announced.
"Would you like that, honey?"  Jill nodded politely, not believing a
word of it, and the man, still talking, suddenly began to softly
caress the inner surface of her thigh, playing his fingertips lightly
across the tender skin in gentle little circles.

This caress, at first, was nothing unusual to Jill.  All the men on
whose knee she had sat had been unable to resist patting her on the
head, or maybe giving her knee a little squeeze.  This time, however,
the situation was a little different.  Gradually, almost
imperceptibly, the man's fingers began to steal slowly up the inside
of her thigh, stroking gently as they approached the hem of her
dress.  The man kept talking as he felt her leg, cataloguing the
delights of the farm where his granddaughter lived, and Jill, taking
a sideways glance at him, saw that his eyes were fixed on the view of
the street through the window.  She also saw, in that brief look,
that a light film of perspiration was now glistening on his brow.

The man's hand had now slid beneath her dress and was very close to
the edge of her panties where they circled the plumpness of the tops
of her legs.  This was a unique situation for Jill and she found,
despite the fact that it tickled a little, that she really didn't
mind.  She looked down, as the man chatted on, and she saw, with a
little thrill of surprise, that a prominent bulge had developed down
there.  A long cylinder seemed to have magically grown inside his
pant leg and it lay, for all the world, like a fat sausage against
his thigh.  She stared at it in some interest and wondered what it
might feel like if she were to reach out and give it a squeeze.

The bulge, Jill knew, was the man's cock.  She had never touched one
before but she had seen her share having shared such cramped quarters
with her mother as she plied her trade.  She had several times
watched unseen through the open door as her mother serviced a client
and, on one memorable occasion, a customer had walked past her open
bedroom on the way to the toilet, his erection standing proudly out
in front of him.  She had caught glimpses of cocks at other times
over the years but none of them, she reflected as she stared downward
at that moment, were remotely as massive as the one that was now just
inches beneath her.

Jill was still gazing at this impressive bulge when the man's fingers
slipped across the thin material of her panties and began to gently
rub the puffy little pads of flesh beneath.  He was still staring
resolutely out the window, almost as though his hand were someone
else's entirely, and he did not notice Jill's little start of
surprise as he explored the panty-covered mound.  One finger found
the little slit separating her tender outer lips and he ran it the
length of the narrow channel, teasing and tickling the delicate folds
within.  This was as daringly and shockingly intimate as anything
Jill had ever experienced in her life, but, in spite of the novelty
of the caress, she found that it actually felt rather nice.  Indeed,
as the fingers probed and explored her most secret of places, she
began to experience a delicious sensation that was, as yet, still
quite new to her.

There was a boy living in the same building as Jill who lived in one
of the basement apartments and was the son of the maintenance man.
He was a much older boy, perhaps eighteen she thought, and he had a
darkly handsome face and beautiful soft black hair.  Since she had
come to live in this place she had, in her own childish way, fallen
in love with him, but he rarely spared her more than a glance and she
supposed, sadly, that he must have plenty of older girls to choose
from.  Sometimes, when she imagined what he must look like naked and
erect, she experienced a damp, sort of squishy feeling down between
her legs and this strange new sensation that had begun to be
accompanied by a strange buzzing throb that was partly uncomfortable,
but partly wonderful all at the same time.  To date these sensations
had only come when she was thinking of the boy in the shadows of her
bedroom at night, but suddenly, as the man continued his caress of
her virginal pudendum, she found herself experiencing the same
feelings in an even more intensely powerful way.

With a little more urgency now, but still deliciously slowly, the man
had teased aside the leg hole of Jill's panties and had snaked two
fingers inside, sliding them over the sweetly naked flesh.
Amazingly, he still kept up his monologue as he explored, but Jill
was barely listening now and had even stopped nodding her head in the
appropriate places when he asked some question or other.  The man
appeared not to notice this at all, however, and, as he chattered on,
Jill closed her eyes and let herself enjoy these strange new
sensations of pleasure.  She was very moist down there now, and the
man's index finger had become almost slick as it twisted and probed
inside the confines of her thin cotton panties.

The man's finger was poised tantalizingly at the entrance to Jill's
tight little vagina when they both heard the door closing at the end
of the corridor outside the apartment.  It was about five blocks to
the liquor store and Jill's mother, making the trip on foot, had
estimated she would be about twenty to twenty-five minutes there and
back.  It had been about that length of time already and the man,
with surprising speed, pulled his hand from Jill's panties and lifted
her bodily down to the floor.  Jill, until the sound of the door was
heard, had been experiencing a sudden, almost overwhelming longing to
have the thick finger slide further inside her and the abrupt
termination of the moment left her feeling vaguely frustrated and
disappointed.  She was little mollified, however, when the man pulled
a dollar bill from his pocket and thrust it toward her.

"For you, sweetie," he whispered.  "We can keep this a special
secret, can't we dear?"  His face was still a little shiny as though
he had been engaged in something strenuous and he swept one hand
across the expanse of his glistening brow.  Jill took the dollar and
thanked him quietly before turning to go to her room.  She was aware
of being a little flushed herself and she realized it might be best
if her mother wasn't given any reason to think that something might
be amiss.  She favored the man with one final pretty little smile and
then she disappeared to find a hiding place for her dollar.

Later, after the remaining liquor had been finished and Jill's mother
was consummating her business transaction with the man, Jill lay
awake in her room listening to the noisy sound of the exertions
through the thin dividing wall.  She knew that the thick club of the
man's cock was now free of it's fabric prison and she wondered, with
a strange little shiver, what it would look like standing stiffly out
from his body.  He was going to put it inside her mother, she knew,
and she tried to imagine what on earth that must feel like.  It was a
thought that was a little frightening in a way, but it was also one
that stimulated her a little also.  She let these curiously arousing
thoughts drift through her mind as she lay in the shadows and soon,
as the pleasurable throbbing bloomed in her nether regions, her hand
slipped beneath the covers and she began to touch herself in a way
that was both new and intensely, incredibly exciting.


                                  ***


It had already grown a little cooler out in the early-morning air and
Jill's arms, as she sat lost in thought on the bench, suddenly felt
quite chilled.  She shrugged on her jacket once again and told
herself that she was either going to have to think of somewhere to go
or else be forced to sleep in the harshly lit and uncomfortable bus
station waiting room.  This was not a particularly attractive
prospect to her by any stretch of the imagination but, without any
other ideas coming to her, she had half-resigned herself to going
back inside when she saw two of the girls from down the street
walking up the sidewalk toward her.

The girl closest to the street was taller than her companion.  She
had long black hair and a slender form that was almost too skinny and
she appeared to Jill to be somewhere in the neighborhood of fifteen
years old.  Her friend was clearly a good deal younger than that and
her adolescent chubbiness suggested that she was only thirteen at the
very most.  She seemed to be looking at everything around her with a
wide-eyed innocence and she nodded at Jill with a little smile as she
and the other girl passed by.  Jill responded with a brief wave of
her hand and she wondered, as the pair made their way up the
sidewalk, whether they were completely new to this whole scene, or
whether, like herself, they had had some experience with this
business before their lives on the street.

In retrospect, it seemed to Jill that, had things been a little
different for them, her mother would have separated her business from
her home life and shielded her daughter from the realities of it much
more completely than had been possible in their cramped environment.
Grim realities were grim realities, however, and the best that Jill's
mother was able to do, at least in the early years, was to keep Jill
out of the way as much as possible whenever she was entertaining.
She did not speak to Jill about how she made her living, and it was
not until her daughter was almost thirteen that there was a marked
and significant change in the situation.

Before that time, one memorable incident had occurred that puzzled
Jill at the time.  It was only a few months before her twelfth
birthday and it happened that her mother was entertaining one of her
regular clients, a beefy seafarer who always made a visit whenever he
was in port.  On this occasion he had arrived in early evening and he
had shared the better part of a quart of vodka with Jill's mother by
the time darkness had fallen.  As he finished his last drink, the
sailor had leaned over to Jill's mother to whisper in her ear and
Jill, glancing up from the television in the living room, had seen
that he was looking directly at her as he spoke.  She had been unable
to hear whatever it was that was being whispered and it was with a
amazement that she watched the sudden spitting anger with which her
mother had turned on the man.

It was a fact, perhaps an astounding one all things considered, that
the male visitors to Jill's home were, by and large, fairly well
behaved.  There was one regular who used to get quite loud and
difficult when he was in his cups, but he always remained harmless,
if a little frustrating at times.  Whether purely by luck or good
management, nothing untoward had ever happened in the home and it was
quite shocking to Jill to see the fury with which her mother had sent
this regular customer packing from the residence.

Afterward, she had simmered angrily for quite some time and it even
seemed, to Jill, that some of this anger had been directed at her as
well.  Why this should be, Jill could not even begin to imagine, and
it was not until a long time afterward that she was able to even
hazard a guess as to what lay at the source of her mother's outburst.

About a year after this incident, Jill's mother had fallen very sick
indeed.  She was not sick enough to be hospitalized, at least not
during this particular bout, but she was continually fatigued and
nauseous to the point of being unable to entertain and her skin had
taken on an unhealthy sallow pallor.  It was not the first time she
had taken sick like this, nor would it be the last, and in response
to Jill's plaintive concerns her mother had simply told her that her
liver was 'acting up' again.  She was prescribed some medicine that
seemed to ease the worst of her symptoms somewhat, but for a good
deal of the time, she spent her time in bed without turning any kind
of profit from it at all.

After several weeks of this, money became very tight indeed and one
afternoon, during the summer vacation from school, Jill's mother had
returned home from a brief sortie and instructed Jill to get into her
prettiest clothes.  She was clearly not feeling well at all and when
Jill asked what was going to happen, she simply replied that Jill was
going to have her photograph taken and then she went to the bathroom
without offering any further details.  The unpleasant sound of
vomiting soon followed and Jill, concerned but curious at the same
time, went and did as she was told.

About four years earlier, during her mother's brief and luckless
second marriage, the man that Jill had been instructed to call father
decided, for some reason or other, that a 'family' portrait was in
order.  The three of them had dressed in their best and then gone to
a professional photographers where they had posed for a series of
pictures together.  For a time, these photographs had decorated the
walls of the family home, but they disappeared after the divorce and
Jill supposed her mother had destroyed them.  This had been her only
experience with having her picture taken and, as she dressed in her
room, Jill assumed that this was what her mother had in mind for her.

Jill dressed in the short blue skirt and simple white blouse that
constituted her best outfit and, a little later, she and her mother
were on a bus heading, not downtown as Jill had anticipated, but away
from the waterfront toward the West Side of the city.  When they
arrived at their destination, almost thirty minutes later, Jill was
mildly surprised to find herself not at a photographer's studio, but
outside a small house on a quiet residential street.  They paused for
a moment at the gate into the yard and then Jill's mother turned to
her daughter.

"You're going to meet my friend, Robert," she announced.  "He does
photography and he's asked to take some pictures of you, sweetheart,"
She hesitated for a moment and then went on.  "Some pictures will
be...well...special photographs," she added.  "And...I want you to do
what Robert says, okay?"

"Sure...Okay, Mom," Jill replied uncertainly.  She had no idea what
her mother was talking about and was confused by the rather awkward
tone in her voice.

"Robert's a very nice man," her mother hastily added.  "He just wants
to take some photographs and if everything goes well it could...it
could be good for us.  Do you understand, sweetie?"  Jill didn't but
she nodded doubtfully and was rewarded with a small, tight smile.
Her mother, seeming somewhat reassured by Jill's calm acceptance,
took her hand and gave it a little squeeze before leading her up the
path to the house.

The man who opened the door was short, no more than five feet five,
and he appeared to be at least fifty years of age.  It had become
quite hot as the afternoon progressed and he was barefoot and wearing
only a pair of black shorts along with a white, open-necked T-shirt.
He smiled at Jill's mother as the door swung open.

"Sandra!"  he exclaimed.  "Hello...I'm so glad you could make it..."
He stood aside to let the pair enter and his eyes flickered over to
Jill in obvious interest.  For a brief moment, she felt the man's
gaze slide over her and then he smiled at her, his pale blue eyes
shining as they met hers.  She looked back at him, scanning his face
in curiosity, and then, feeling reassured by the benign kindliness of
his expression, she shyly returned his smile and walked past him into
the house.

Jill's mother declined Robert's offer of a drink and they adjourned
immediately to the kitchen for several minutes, leaving Jill to flip
through a book of architectural photographs she had found on the
living room coffee table.  After a moment the pair returned and Jill
saw that her mother, followed closely by her friend, held a sheaf of
currency in her hand.  She counted the bills before folding them up
and then she glanced quickly at her watch before turning to Jill.

"I'm going to go for a little while, honey," she said.  "When Robert
has...when you and Robert have finished, I'll be back to collect
you...okay?"  She edged toward the entranceway and gave her daughter
a wan smile as Robert opened the door for her.  For a moment she
looked uncertainly at Jill as though torn by indecision and then she
glanced down at the bills in her hand.  She seemed to wrestle with
her thoughts for a minute or so and then she looked up at her friend.
"You...you remember the deal?"  she whispered.  "Just the
photographs...right?"  Robert nodded at her and she stuffed the bills
in her pocket before giving a final glance toward her daughter.  "See
you soon, sweetheart," she said as she disappeared through the door.

Under different circumstances, Jill might have been nervous about
being left with a stranger like this, but she had already decided that
the man was harmless and, in truth, she was a little intrigued by the
situation.  It was obvious that she was not here to have a portrait
taken like the ones from four years ago and she was curious to see
just what it was that was going to happen.  She sat on the couch, her
hands clasped in her lap, and she looked expectantly at Robert as he
came toward her.

"Um...So, Jill..."  he began, nervously clearing his throat.  "Have
you done lots of picture sessions like this?"  His voice had that
rather forced cheerfulness that adults sometimes employ when speaking
to children they don't know and Jill felt suddenly amused to think
that Robert was actually more shy than she was.  She shook her head.

"No...Not even once," she replied.

"Oh...Oh, I see..."  said Robert, scratching his ear absently.  He
seemed at a loss for words for a moment or so and then his face
became animated again.  "Perhaps we could go downstairs," he
suggested brightly.  "Then I could show you what we do...Okay?"

A few minutes later, Jill found herself down in Robert's partially
finished basement.  There were no dividing walls down there but one
end had been fitted out as a child's bedroom along with a small,
single bed, a dresser and a small desk and chair.  The floor was
carpeted, the walls had been papered, and there were a number of
stuffed toys scattered across the bed.  It looked very much as though
it had been designed for a fairly young child but as Jill looked at
it, she got the impression that no child had ever actually slept
there.  Indeed, the whole area had a rather sterile, artificial
quality to it as though it had been created for effect rather than
any real practical use.  This impression was somewhat reinforced by
two hooded, photographer's lights and a camera on a tripod sitting
just off the carpeted area.

"I've just finished the redecorating down here," announced Robert, a
touch of pride coming through his nervousness.  He flicked on both of
the big lights, bathing the room in a bright, rather unnatural flood
of light, and then he fiddled with his camera in silence for a minute
or two before looking up.  "I just want to get some test shots," he
told Jill.  "Perhaps you could just walk around the room a little bit
and then pose however you like...Alright, honey?"

These instructions seemed simple enough, Jill thought.  She slipped
off the strap-over sandals she was wearing and walked out onto the
carpet in front of her, turning to face the camera as she came up
beside the desk.  She started to smile but Robert looked up sharply
at her over the top of his camera.

"Um...for these pictures, I want you to not look at the camera,
honey.  Just pretend you are alone in your bedroom and make like I'm
not here at all...Okay?"

"You mean like models do for magazines?"  asked Jill.

"Yes...Yes, exactly like that, sweetie," Robert beamed, sounding
pleased.

Jill thought for a moment and then she began to strike a series of
poses, turning this way and that in the way she had seen done in
movies and on the television.  She carefully avoided looking at the
camera and moved about in a way she thought would seem natural and
not too theatrical.  As she struck each pose, artfully leaning
against the desk or sweeping back her hair, the camera clicked and
whirred and Robert, obviously impressed, began to make little clucks
of approval as he snapped away.

"Excellent...excellent..."  he exclaimed in genuine pleasure.
"You've really got the feel for this, sweetheart."  He took a few
more photographs and then he stopped to fiddle with the setting on
his camera for a moment.  "Perhaps we could get some with you sitting
at the desk," he suggested with a smile.

"Sure," replied Jill, agreeably.  So far the exercise had been
undemanding and she found that she was actually quite enjoying
herself.  "How's this?"  she smiled, sitting down and leaning back in
the chair.  Robert looked at her thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing for
an instant.

"Pretty good..."  he answered slowly.  He continued to think for a
minute or so and then snapped his fingers as an idea struck him.  He
crossed to the dresser and took something from it, then returned to
Jill holding a green hair band.  "Let's get your hair out of the
way," he suggested, holding the circle of material out to her.

Jill took the band and pulled it in place, smoothing her tresses down
as she did so.  Her hair, that summer, extended well below her
shoulders and it did seem like a good idea to keep it tethered back a
little bit.  Robert smiled at her as she completed the operation and
then nodded down at her blouse.  "Maybe we could just undo a few
buttons?"  he said shyly.

Jill looked quickly up at Robert and, in that instant, her mother's
mention of 'special pictures' became suddenly clear.  She saw that
Robert was looking at her expectantly and she realized that he was
uncertain how she was going to react.  Their eyes met, locking
together, and then Jill experienced a sudden compelling desire to see
how this novel turn of events might develop.  She gave a casual
little shrug.

"I can do that..."  she replied a moment later.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed to become heavy and still
as Jill's fingers stole to the button at the top of her blouse.  She
undid it deftly and then let her hand slide down the front of the
garment to the second one, conscious of the slow heavy sound of
Robert's breathing as he watched in silence.  She teased this button
open also and then, even more slowly this time, she moved her hand
down to the next button in the line and paused, teasingly, before
undoing that one as well.  She ran her finger back up the inside of
the blouse opening, gently allowing the material to separate slightly.

"Is this okay?"  she asked coyly.  Robert swallowed, his throat dry,
and he nodded in reply.

"Oh...oh yes," he mumbled hoarsely.  He stepped back to his camera
and bent to the eyepiece as Jill leaned back in the seat, arching her
back ever so slightly.  "Good..."  Robert whispered almost inaudibly.
"Very good, sweetheart..."

Although Jill had not begun to wear a bra yet, the first lovely
swellings of adolescence were already delightfully apparent.  Her
girlish breasts were not much more than gentle curves on her slender
trunk but, in the rising tension in the room, they suddenly felt full
and excitingly sensitive.  The puffy, conical little nubbins of her
nipples had stiffened into hard little points and they poked sharply
against the taut fabric of her blouse.  Teasingly, Jill allowed her
fingers to play about the fourth, still-fastened button.

"Should I undo this one too, Robert?"  she asked, a mischievous
little lilt in her voice.  The camera clicked twice in rapid
succession and, without waiting for a reply, Jill slipped the button
through the hole and eased the opening of her blouse even further
apart.  For a moment, she held herself still and then she leaned
forward, sliding one arm across the desk and bending slightly so that
one side of her blouse hung open.  She was turned almost sideways to
the camera in this position and, in the silence of the room, she
heard Robert exhale sharply as the gentle curve of her right breast
was tantalizingly and sexily exposed inside the opening.

"Oh...beautiful," breathed Robert, his voice almost a moan.
"Absolutely beautiful, sweetheart..."  He continued clicking away
with his camera and Jill shifted her position this way and that,
alternately hiding and revealing the pink nubbin of her stiff little
nipple.  It was very sexy, teasing Robert like this and Jill's
enjoyment suddenly became a little thrill of pleasure when she looked
over at him and saw a telltale bulge forming inside the black
material of his shorts.  The thought that she was producing this
arousal was incredibly, intoxicatingly exciting to the virginal young
girl and she decided, in that instant, that she would like to see
just how big she could make him grow.

"Would you like me to do something different?"  she asked, coyly
allowing her index finger to slide up and down inside the opening of
her blouse.  The clicking suddenly ceased and Robert raised his face
to goggle at her over the camera.

"Uh...uh yes...Yes, sure, honey..."  he stammered, his voice thick
and husky.  "What...what do you want to do?"  His face was quite
flushed now and a band of perspiration beaded his brow as he stared
at her expectantly.  Jill shrugged her shoulders offhandedly as
though dismissing a fleeting thought.

"I suppose I could pretend like I was in my room getting ready for
bed," she said casually.  "You know...undressing all by myself."  She
flicked her eyes up to Robert's.  "Would that be good?"  she asked in
mischievous innocence.

For a moment, it looked as though Robert's eyes might start out of
his head and Jill was amused to see that his flush had deepened to a
deep, brick red.  He swallowed hard before answering.

"Oh...Oh yes, Jill," he croaked.  "That would be...that would be
perfect, honey..."

Enjoying how flustered she had made Robert, Jill arose from the desk
and sauntered slowly across the room as Robert began snapping away
again.  She stopped at the bed and sat down, bending over to remove
the knee-high white socks she was wearing.  She took them off slowly,
laying each on the bed beside her and then she stood, her fingers
reaching for the last button on her blouse.

"Just a minute..."  Robert exclaimed.  "I'm out of film..."  Hastily,
and with trembling fingers, he unscrewed the camera from the tripod
and in less than a minute he had opened the back and inserted a fresh
film cartridge.  He started to put it back on the tripod and then he
paused.  "I think maybe we'll do some closer shots this time," he
announced.

As Robert knelt on one knee near the head of the bed, Jill continued
her slow strip tease, carefully undoing the remaining button of her
blouse and then allowing the front of the garment to hang open for a
second or two.  She allowed her fingers to play up and down the edge
of one side and then she teased it open, allowing the material to
drag slowly over the inner curve of her right breast and then slide
over to reveal her turgid little nipple.  She allowed Robert to take
several pictures in this position and then she repeated the operation
on the other side so that both gorgeous little mounds were now fully
exposed.

Glancing down at Robert, while still studiously avoiding looking
directly at the camera, Jill saw that his cock was now pushing out
the front of his shorts like a hard little tent-pole.  She had to
suppress a giggle of amusement when she saw this and she turned her
face away as she slipped the blouse back over her shoulders and let
it slide to the floor.  For a moment she stood there, completely bare
from the waist up and then she stepped back, turning completely
around, as she fumbled for the fastening at the side of her skirt.

There was a mirror on the wall in front of her and Jill could see
Robert as he crouched to her rear, his eye screwed tightly to the
viewport of his camera.  She undid the waist strap of her skirt and
then shook her hips sexily to loosen the garment before letting it
slip down an inch or so.  She held it in place for a few seconds, the
top of her panties just barely visible, and then she let it slide
down further, revealing to Robert the perfectly formed globes of her
tiny, girlish bottom.  There was a pause as he took in this
incredible breath-taking sight and then he began clicking away
furiously once again as Jill let the skirt fall to the floor beside
her blouse.

Jill's selection of panties was not extensive; indeed all of them
were of the simple white cotton type like the ones she currently had
on.  It was their brief simplicity, however, that made them so
wonderfully sexy as they clung to the slender curves of her lovely
hips and bottom.  They were so abbreviated, in fact, as to be not
much more than a little strip around her nether regions and the
waistband, at the rear, came only high enough to allow the little
dimple at the cleft of her buttocks to peek coyly over the top.

For a moment, Jill stood facing away, allowing Robert to capture her
in this pose and then she slowly turned, almost making the
photographer gasp as the sweet sexiness of her filled his viewfinder.
The top of her panties extended from one hip-bone to the other in a
gently descending curve and, below this, the prominent mound of her
girlish sex pushed out the front of the sheer material in an inverted
wedge that disappeared tantalizingly between the pale columns of her
thighs.  The flimsy garment was so tight over the rise of her
pudendum that the delicate slit down the middle was plainly visible
and Robert, trembling as he worked the camera, knew immediately that
the treasure beneath the soft fabric would be smooth and deliciously
hairless.

A series of staccato clicks immediately followed as Robert worked the
camera furiously and then Jill slipped one hand across the front of
her thigh and drew it slowly, almost negligently up the length of the
smooth column.  She pulled her fingers up over the sheer material of
her panties, letting them just caress the delicate crease at the edge
of her mound, and then she teasingly played at the thin elastic of
the waistband.  She slid her index finger inside the top and a
silence descended on the room as the clicking suddenly ceased.

"Shall I take my panties down now?"  Jill whispered after a moment or
two.  "Or do you want to wait for a bit?"  She smiled at Robert
naughtily and there was a long pause before he replied.

"Uh...Sure...if you want to, honey," he eventually managed to
respond.  He attempted to sound offhandedly casual but the thick,
heaviness of his words gave away his excited anticipation.  Jill
continued to finger the elastic of her panties and then looked
pointedly at the bulge in Robert's shorts.

"This is making you really big down there, isn't it?"  she giggled
mischievously.  Robert almost dropped his camera.

"I...uh...I can't...I mean...it's just because you're so pretty
and...and sexy, sweetheart," he eventually stammered, his face a
burning crimson.  "It just...just happens...you know?"  Jill smiled
at his obvious discomfiture.

"I don't mind..."  she said with a simple little shrug.  She regarded
him thoughtfully for a moment and then a little furrow creased her
brow.  "Of course...it's not fair if I'm the only one who's all bare
and everything," she continued.  "You should really go first if you
want to see me, you know..."  Robert stared at her incredulously.

"You mean...you want me to...to..."

"Take your shorts off..."  Jill finished up for him.  "If you want me
to, that is..."  She let her fingers play about the waistband of her
panties as Robert goggled at her.  After a full minute he nodded his
head.

"If...if it makes you more comfortable, honey," he finally replied,
feigning a composure he did not feel.  "I'll do it if you really want
me to..."

Jill nodded at Robert and he set the camera down on the bed.  He
paused for a moment, his shyness apparent, and then, resolving
himself, he quickly pulled down his shorts in one fluid motion,
letting them fall to the floor.  He was not wearing any underwear
beneath them and as he stepped out of them his cock bounced in sudden
freedom.  It came to rest, pointing straight at Jill, and she gazed
at the uncircumsized head...the first she had ever seen...in obvious
amazement.  Robert saw the expression on Jill's face and
misinterpreted it.

"Are you frightened, honey?"  he asked solicitously.

Jill had to summon her will not to laugh out loud at that one.
Robert's cock was hardly the first she had ever seen and it was not
even close to being the biggest.  She wisely refrained from voicing
these thoughts, however, having divined, even at that early age, that
men could be sensitive about such matters.  Instead she just shook
her head.

"No...I'm not frightened," she told him.  Robert smiled at her and he
bent to pick up his camera once again, his erection protruding
stiffly from a tangle of grizzled pubic hairs.  "Well...I guess it's
my turn now," Jill giggled coyly as he brought the camera up to his
face.

Watching Robert to see his reaction, Jill slipped the thumbs of each
hand beneath the waistband of her panties and carefully peeled them
downward, revealing, centimeter by teasing centimeter, the swollen
little mound of her vulva.  She kept her thighs tightly together,
trapping the crotch of her panties in between, and the flimsy garment
turned inside out as she pulled the elastic down, letting the
underside of her smooth little pubes nestle in the soft material.
Robert moaned softly as this delectable vision was exposed to him and
Jill felt a sudden rush of arousal as she saw his cock twitch and
throb in turgid excitement.

Robert, his hands trembling, began to work the camera again and Jill
pulled her panties all the way down, parting her thighs ever so
slightly to free them.  She held them just above her knees for one
teasing moment and then she allowed them to drop, stepping out of
them as they hit the floor.  She remained standing for a minute,
turning this way and that for several pictures and then she climbed
up on the bed, turning to sit back with her arms stretched out behind
her on the mattress.

"Oh...yes...Terrific, honey," Robert breathed excitedly.  He dropped
to one knee in front of Jill and, as he snapped away with abandon,
she slowly parted her thighs, opening herself up to the camera.  It
seemed incredibly naughty to be exposing herself like this and Jill
experienced an almost overwhelming rush of arousal as the plump outer
lips of her pussy spread to reveal the glistening pink folds inside.
Robert, his cock swollen full and heavy, moaned softly at the sight
and he clicked away again and again, his camera lens pointed directly
to the delectable opening at the juncture of Jill's lovely thighs.

Four clicks sounded in quick succession and then Robert's finger
produced only an impotent silence as it pressed at the button on top
of the camera.  He pulled it away from his face and looked at the
film indicator in dismay.

"Damn...that's my last roll of film," he swore in annoyance.  He
climbed up to his feet, his cock bouncing between his thighs, and his
face seemed to sag in disappointment.  "I should have got more..."
he sighed, shaking his head.

"That's okay," Jill consoled him.  She dropped her eyes to Robert's
groin as he stood there and then she raised her hand to point at the
head of his cock.  "How come it's like that?"  she asked with
interest.  Robert followed her gaze.

"You...you mean my foreskin?"  he queried a moment later.  Jill had
never heard this term before but the meaning was apparent.  She
nodded.  "Uh...well it's like that because I'm not circumcised," he
informed her.  "Some men have the skin removed when they're young,"
he continued.  "But I didn't and that's why the head is covered...it
pulls back, though," he added, causing Jill's eyebrows to rise
comically.

"It...it does?"  she whispered in surprise.

Smiling gently and apparently a little more at ease, Robert put his
camera down on the bed and stood before Jill.  As she watched with
intent interest, he gripped the hood of his foreskin between his
thumb and index finger and slowly peeled it back over the shaft.
Jill gasped in amazement as the gleaming, purple head was revealed.

"It...it's all shiny," she exclaimed, her voice an excited whisper.
"That's so cool..."  She gazed at the blunt tip in wide-eyed
fascination.  "Can I do that?"  she suddenly asked.  "Can you put it
back and let me do that?"

The breathless request startled Robert for an instant or two.  He
looked at the rapt expression of intense excitement on Jill's face
and his whole cock seemed to throb in a fresh wave of arousal.  He
nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and slipped the little collar
of flesh back into place.

"You can sit down if you want..."  Jill smiled at him.  Robert
swallowed, desperately turned-on now, and he hesitated for a moment
before turning and taking a seat beside the naked girl.  He leaned
back as she had done for the photographs and his erection stood up
stiffly toward the ceiling.  Jill, her eyes riveted to the turgid
cylinder, climbed up to her knees and sat facing him.

"I...I never did this before," she whispered softly, her sibilant
murmur sending a shiver up Robert's spine.  Tentatively, she reached
out and encircled the foreskin with her fingers, making Robert exhale
sharply at the lightness of her touch.  She closed her fingers more
tightly against the loose sleeve of flesh and then she drew it back,
exposing the swollen head for the second time.  "Wow...this is so
neat..."  she breathed excitedly.  "I never even heard of doing this
before..."

The sensation of having Jill's fingers on his cock was an agonizing
pleasure and Robert's eyes half closed as she slid her thumb and
finger down the shaft, teasing it gently.  She encircled the base
with both digits and then she gave a tentative little squeeze.
Robert moaned.

"Who will you show the pictures to?"  she suddenly asked, pausing in
her ministrations.  Robert's eyes flickered open and he stared at her
for a moment, swallowing hard before replying.

"Uh...um...Just some friends of mine," he eventually managed to
croak.  Jill grinned naughtily at him.

"And will the pictures make them get all big and hard like this too?"
she asked teasingly.  She gave Robert's cock another gentle little
squeeze and he gasped as he nodded in reply.  Jill smiled to herself
and began to slide her hand up and down the thickness of Robert's
shaft, making him squirm with pleasure.  "They'll think about doing
sex things with me when they see the pictures, won't they?"  she
whispered, teasing him but clearly intrigued by the idea as well.
Robert could only nod mutely at first.

"Oh Jesus..."  he gasped a moment later.  "Where did you learn to do
this so well, honey?"  His voice was a strangled whisper of intense
arousal and Jill smiled in genuine pleasure at his words.  She began
to stroke more quickly, alternately gripping and releasing the turgid
rod with the ring created by her thumb and finger.

"I'm going to make you squirt, aren't I?"  she giggled with obvious
excitement at the prospect.  Robert's cock was now swollen to the
point of bursting and no sooner had Jill uttered these words than his
hips suddenly jerked in convulsion and he came explosively, shooting
his seed nearly two feet into the air.  Jill squealed with delight as
the wad of semen spun lazily above them and then dropped to the
carpet while his cock convulsed again.

A half dozen times in quick succession, Robert's cock squirted
afresh, the trajectory of each load diminishing until the final spurt
flowed like lava across the head and down the shaft.  As her hand
came up, Jill's fingers were coated with the sticky fluid and it
lubricated her as she increased the tempo of her strokes.  She
continued to pump, milking the swollen cylinder of flesh and then,
with the final sobbing cry of a wounded animal, Robert collapsed, his
chest heaving in great shuddering gasps.  "Dear Christ..."  he
panted, his face bathed in sweat.  "Dear Christ in heaven that was
good..."


                                  ***


A little later, after they had dressed, Jill's mother returned.  She
remained only long enough for a quick goodbye and then she and Jill
left the house for the bus stop.  They stood on the sidewalk in
silence for several minutes and then Jill's mother cleared her throat
nervously.

"Was...was everything alright?"  she asked hesitantly.  Jill nodded.

"Sure..."  she replied neutrally.  "It was fine."  Her mother paused
as though something was on her mind.  Finally she spoke again.

"And Robert...he didn't...he didn't try to touch you or anything?"
She looked at her daughter expectantly.

"No, mom..."  Jill answered truthfully.  "He didn't touch me at
all..."



Chapter 2


The two girls who had just walked past Jill continued up the street
for a hundred yards or so and then they crossed the empty
thoroughfare to enter a brightly lit establishment over whose door
was emblazoned the words 'Cuppa Joe's' in brilliant red neon.  Just
as they turned into the doorway, a man approaching from a little
further up the street stopped and watched them in obvious interest.
He paused beneath a street sign and observed them from a distance of
twenty feet or so, clearly taken with the tight curves of their tiny
teenage bottoms.

The man was dressed in civilian clothes but, even from where she sat,
Jill easily recognized him as a military man.  He wore the simple
slacks and light-windbreaker so often favored by servicemen on leave
and his closely cropped hair was a dead giveaway.  He was young,
possibly thirty at most, and he looked curiously out of place in this
rough and run-down section of the City.  He had not seen Jill as she
watched him from her bench, but he had caught sight of the remaining
girls sitting on the stoop down the street and his interest seemed to
be piqued anew.  He stared at them, his hands in his pockets, and it
seemed as though he was trying to come to a decision on some
particularly troubling issue.  Jill followed his gaze.

The girls who had just been left by their companions were sitting
quietly on the brown stone steps of the empty building in attitudes
of obvious boredom.  The traffic on the street had dwindled to almost
nothing and it was apparent that there would be little more in the
way of customers tonight.  They had obviously not seen the man
watching them from up the street and Jill supposed that, had they
done so, there would have been a flurry of activity as they tried to
entice him to come over.  Instead, one of the girls, a lanky blonde,
pulled a pint bottle of liquor from her shoulder-purse and passed it
around, each girl taking a nip before handing it on.  Jill regarded
the bottle with distaste.

A lifelong and tragic familiarity with the effects of drink had left
Jill with a confirmed aversion to liquor in all its forms.  She had
watched her mother go from hapless drunk to hopeless alcoholic and it
had been the woman's complete and utter inability to deal with the
problem that had eventually prompted Jill to leave for something
better.  It was a decision that had been a long time in the making
and, in fact, it had taken Jill years to finally make the connection
between her mother's drinking and the awful bouts of illness that had
grown more serious and more frequent as Jill grew up.

After the photography session with Robert, Jill's mother had
recovered her health for a little while but, only six months later,
she had suffered a sudden relapse that had put her in hospital for
nearly two weeks.  On that occasion, Jill had been able to stay with
a cousin until her mother was released but afterward, on the half
dozen hospitalizations that followed, the Welfare had got involved
and taken Jill into care.  These episodes, ranging in length from two
weeks to three months, had been frightening to Jill at first but,
later, she had actually come to regard them as being a welcome
holiday of sorts.

On four of these occasions, these being the shorter of all the
periods of illness in question, Jill had been quartered in one of the
temporary care institutions run by the Department.  On two of these
instances, she had been put into a dormitory with a large group of
other young girls, but twice she had been given more private
accommodations; once having the luxury of a room to herself, and once
sharing with another girl of the same age as herself.  The
institutional settings had not been all that bad actually, being
fairly comfortable and with good food, but Jill had far and away
preferred the two occasions when she had been placed with foster
families outside of the City.

The first of these stays, beginning only a few weeks before Jill's
thirteenth birthday, had been with a family by the name of Harley who
lived in a small hamlet about an hour's drive away.  It was not
exactly rural living, although there were a good number of farms
outside the small community, but Jill was very impressed by how green
everything appeared to be and how fresh the air smelled.  It was the
first time she had really been outside the City in many years and she
had watched the scenery flashing past the windows of the Social
Worker's car with increasing interest.  She was a little nervous
about what she was going to find when she reached the ultimate
destination but, as it eventually turned out, she really had nothing
to worry about.

The Harley household consisted of Bert, a solid, bear of a man with
short-cropped hair, and his wife, Emily, who was rather pale and
nondescript in contrast to her ebullient, good-natured spouse.  Emily
ran the house and was very active in the Baptist church while, Bert,
a delivery man for a bakery, enjoyed hunting and fishing and had an
easy going manner that made him popular around the village.  The pair
had four children during the twenty-three years of their marriage but
all were grown and, with the exception of Janice, the eldest daughter
who sometimes visited, Jill never got to meet any of them.  There was
also another foster child living with them that summer...a girl about
a year older than Jill...but on the afternoon Jill arrived she had
been camping with a local family and Jill didn't get to meet her
until the following day.

When Brandi, the other foster girl, finally arrived, Jill was pleased
to find that she would be able to get along with her.  She was quite
pretty, with shoulder length black hair and she had a very dark,
rather Mediterranean complexion that was probably more heritage than
the effects of the sun.  Her blossoming adolescent form was a little
inclined to chubbiness, but she wore this well and the plump fullness
of her developing body was actually quite fetching in a cute, girlish
sort of way.  Having been at the residence for nearly six months at
that point, she had a somewhat annoying habit of filling Jill in on
the ways of the household in the manner of an old-hand instructing a
rookie, but aside from this minor irritation, Jill discovered she
liked her quite a lot.

After supper on the evening of Brandi's return, the girls took a
stroll around the spacious Harley property and ended up sitting
together atop a wooden fence near the garage.  For a while, they
chatted about the various sets of circumstances that had brought them
into foster care in the first place and then the conversation turned
to the Harley residence itself.

Brandi spoke briefly about Marta, a foster child who had shared her
room for nearly five months, and then she filled Jill in on some of
the details concerning life with the family in general.  She seemed,
to Jill, to be anxious to relate something of importance once the
subject of Mr. Harley arose but, before she could get to the heart of
whatever it was she had to say, the kitchen door opened and Mrs.
Harley summoned them inside.

"Better get going," Brandi said as she hopped lightly down from the
fence.  As Jill clambered down behind her, Mrs. Harley retreated back
inside the kitchen and Brandi watched the door for a moment before
turning to her companion.  "I was going to tell you about Thursday
night, " she began, her voice little more than a whisper.  Jill
stared at her.

"Tonight is Thursday night," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah...Right," nodded Brandi.  "And tonight is bath night...Thursday
bath night..."

"So?"

"So...it's a special bath night," Brandi continued.  "Not like the
rest of the week..."  She paused for a moment as though searching for
the right way to explain something and then Mrs. Harley yelled for
them again, this time a little more impatiently.  Brandi, shrugging
as though in apology, turned and started to walk quickly toward the
house and Jill, utterly confused now, stared after for several
moments before following her inside.

Thursday night, it turned out, was Mrs. Harley's weekly bible meeting
night, an event that usually kept her out of the house until eleven
o'clock or so.  Since the girls were expected to be in bed by
ten-thirty on weeknights (as Jill discovered to her secret disgust),
it fell to Mr. Harley to supervise their nightly ablutions and see
them off to their room.  This was, it soon became apparent, a task
that he took to with considerable relish and, even as his wife was
leaving the house, he hastened upstairs and started filling the tub.

When Mrs. Harley had gone, Jill followed Brandi up to their bedroom
where the sound of running water was noisily apparent through the
thin wall.  Jill was anxious to hear more about this 'special' bath
night but, when she tried to press for details, Brandi had pressed
her finger to her lips and motioned Jill to silence.  She began to
strip off her clothes completely unselfconsciously and Jill, more
curious than actually nervous, followed her lead.

Brandi, almost a year senior to Jill, had a very prettily developed
figure.  Her breasts were quite full, with dark, thick nipples, and
she had a luxuriant growth of jet-black curls at the juncture of her
firm, plump thighs.  Jill, with her still smooth, girlish pudendum
and adolescent chest, felt a little inadequate in contrast, but
Brandi barely glanced at her as she piled her clothes on the chair at
the foot of her bed.  She grabbed two towels from the top of the
closet and handed one to Jill before wrapping the other one around
her naked body.  Jill took the towel and did likewise.

"Come on," said Brandi, heading for the door.

The sound of running water suddenly died away as the taps were turned
off and Mr. Harley emerged from the bathroom as the girls approached.
He beamed at them and stood aside to let them pass.

"Bath's all ready, girls," he announced heartily.

It was hot and quite steamy in the cramped little bathroom as the
girls entered.  Jill, taking in the placid waters of the large
bathtub, suddenly came to the rather startling conclusion that it was
intended that she and Brandi actually bathe together.  In truth, she
had no specific rooted objection to this, but it did strike her as a
somewhat unusual situation.  The tub was certainly large enough to
accommodate the pair of them, but it still seemed like something you
would expect to be limited to younger children and not girls of her
age.  Her surprise was compounded a moment later when Mr. Harley
swept into the bathroom behind them.

"Why don't you let me take your towels, dears?"  he smiled.

Jill was quite startled as she realized that Mr. Harley intended to
remain in the bathroom with them, but Brandi, obviously used to the
situation, stripped off her towel without a second thought and handed
it to her foster father.  For a moment, Mr. Harley's eyes swept down
over the girl's plump young curves and then he turned expectantly to
Jill.

"Let's hurry up now," he said, still smiling.  "If I don't get you
into bed in time, Mrs. Harley will give me all sorts of hell..."  The
tone of his voice was light and easily jocular, but there was no
masking the look of excited anticipation in his eyes.  As Brandi
climbed into the steaming bath, Jill hesitated for a second or two
and then, with a mental shrug of acceptance, she removed her towel
and handed it to Mr. Harley.  He took it and she felt his eyes
perform the same sweeping appraisal of her naked form as he had done
with Brandi.  "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a little thicker
now.

Jill felt a curious little rush of excitement as Mr. Harley's gaze
scanned her lithe young body and the self-consciousness she had been
experiencing suddenly seemed to vanish.  When his eyes dropped to the
juncture between her thighs they lingered there and Jill experienced
a brief sense of wry amusement when she realized that the bald
smoothness of her mound was exciting to him.  She stood there for a
moment and then turned to climb into the bathtub, feeling Mr.
Harley's gaze slide over the plump roundness of her naked bottom.

Brandi had climbed into the bath near the back end and she sat in a
kneeling position, facing toward the taps.  Jill knelt also, lowering
herself into the water so that she faced her new roommate, and their
eyes met for a second or two as Mr. Harley turned to hang the towels
on the rack.  He stopped by the sink to pick up a bar of soap from
the dish and then he came back over to the bath and knelt carefully
down on the floor beside the girls.

"Alright, ladies...Let's get you all nice and clean," he smiled.  He
turned to Brandi.  "You first, I think," he said to her.

Reaching into the water between Brandi and Jill, Mr. Harley wet the
soap and then began to rub the bar briskly between each meaty paw,
creating a thick and creamy lather.  When both hands were liberally
coated, he reached for Brandi and began soaping her midriff, one hand
slathering the foam over her back and the other massaging it into her
flat little stomach.  A minute or so later, he continued to hold one
hand against Brandi's shoulders and he allowed the other to slide up
the front of her chest and over the perky little hillocks of her
breasts.  He began to work the lather over the firm, well-formed
mounds and, as he did so, Jill saw the dark little nipples begin to
stiffen and become erect.  She discovered, to her mild surprise, that
the sight of this was curiously arousing and, all at once, she
experienced a delicious tingle of anticipation in the pit of her
stomach.

When he had completely covered each breast, Mr. Harley motioned for
Brandi to rise and the girl, obviously familiar with the ritual,
levered herself upright so that her whole torso was out of the water.
Mr. Harley then reapplied the soap to his hands and then began to
lather up her lower extremities, massaging the foam into the swell of
her buttocks and across the gentle curve of her stomach below the
bellybutton.  A moment later he allowed his hand to slide in between
Brandi's legs, cupping the outward thrust of her furry mound and,
when Jill looked up at her room mate's face, she could see that the
girl's eyes were half-closed, her gaze fixed somewhere off into the
middle distance.  It was obvious she was thoroughly enjoying the
sensations and Jill felt her own excitement increase in response.

Mr.  Harley spent only a minute or so on Brandi's nether regions
before turning to Jill.  It was obvious that, in his haste to get his
hands on Jill's fresh young body, he had given short shrift to Brandi
and Jill fancied she saw a wave of irritation sweep across the girl's
pretty features when he took his hands away.  A moment later,
however, all thoughts of Brandi evaporated when Mr. Harley's hand
began touching her own tender little breasts.

Jill's nipples had already become quite stiff as she watched the
obvious pleasure Brandi had been experiencing and when Mr. Harley's
palms swept over the hard little points she felt a delicious electric
tingle throughout her whole body.  Mr. Harley had a very exciting way
of catching the hard conical nubbins between his fingers as he slid
them over her breasts and the gentle tugging made Jill almost faint
with pleasure.  He was trembling a little as he caressed her and Jill
could see that his whole face shone with a slick gleam of
perspiration as he gazed raptly at the delightful little buds.

When Mr. Harley motioned for her to rise a few minutes later, Jill
did so without hesitation, holding onto the sides of the tub for
support as she knelt up and almost quivering in anticipation.  Mr.
Harley made another thick lather in his palms and then he slid one
hand over Jill's tiny bottom before bringing the other up to the
front of her thighs.  At first, he just allowed this hand to tease
her, sliding up and down the column of each leg and across her
stomach, and then he slipped his hand in between her parted thighs,
curving it to slide over the plump little saddle of her cunt.

The feeling of Mr. Harley's slick fingers sliding over the swollen
lips of her pussy was incredibly exciting and a moment later, when he
slipped one finger into the crevice of her bottom to press against
the tightly puckered rosebud of her asshole, Jill almost gasped aloud
at the little thrill of pleasure it gave her.  He held his finger
there, pressing gently, and he continued to slide his other hand up
and down the outward curve of her mound, letting his fingers slip in
between her legs to tease apart the full outer lips.  He probed and
explored the delicate folds within, massaging the lather into the
sensitive flesh, and Jill felt her legs become increasingly more weak
and unsteady as the delightful sensations rushed through her.

Whether this sensual moment lasted for two minutes or twenty, Jill
could not afterwards say, and she experienced a feeling of genuine
frustrated dismay when Mr. Harley finally stopped.  It was apparent,
from the reluctance with which he terminated the lovely massage, and
from the way he looked at his watch, that he was conscious that his
wife would soon be returning and after clambering to his feet he told
the girls to rinse themselves off and quickly left the room.  Jill
stared after him as he left and a moment later she heard his bedroom
door closing.

"Does...does this happen often?"  she asked Brandi as she began
removing the remaining lather.  Brandi smiled.

"Every Thursday..."  she replied and then giggled.  "Did you see the
huge boner he had on?"  she whispered naughtily.  Jill shook her head.

"Oh...you will," shrugged Brandi enigmatically.



                                  ***


The next morning at the breakfast table, Mrs. Harley announced that
she was going to the market garden over in Johnville, a town about
twenty miles away.  She added that she would not be back until late
in the afternoon and it seemed to Jill that Mr. Harley received this
bit of news with barely concealed delight.  She looked up to see
Brandi giving her a pointed and meaningful glance from across the
table.

"Very well, dear," Mr. Harley nodded through a mouthful of bacon and
eggs.  "I'm sure we can find something to keep us occupied..."

The night before, after the girls had gone off to bed, Jill had
started to question Brandi about her final mysterious comment in the
bathroom.  Her roommate, however, cocked her head in the direction of
Mr. Harley's room, where he was still occupied by himself with the
door closed, and she indicated that they had better not talk.  In a
few minutes she was fast asleep and Jill lay awake by herself,
mulling over the meaning of Brandi's curious words.  She was still
feeling quite unsettled and aroused from the erotic exchange in the
bathtub and as she tried to imagine what Brandi had meant her hand
stole beneath the covers and inside her panties.  Then, in the
shadows of the room, with Brandi's measured breathing just barely
audible, she masturbated herself to sweet release, sweeping away in
those brief, few moments, the tension that had built within her.

After breakfast, when the girls were washing up the dishes and the
Harley's had left the room, Jill leaned over to Brandi...

"Do you suppose Mr. Harley has...well, has something...planned for
us?"  she asked quietly.  Brandi nodded.

"Oh, I expect so..."  she replied, her eyes fixed on the dish she was
drying.

"Like...like what?"  Jill queried with considerable interest.

"Oh...I don't know exactly," Brandi shrugged and then she looked up
at Jill with a wicked smile.  "But you can bet it will be very
interesting, though..."

Later, when Mrs. Harley had left, Mr. Harley spent an hour or so
balancing his checkbook and then summoned the girls to suggest they
take a walk.  "It's going to be a lovely day out there," he beamed at
them.

The trio made their way out through the gate at the rear of the
property and took a footpath down through a little copse into thicker
forest growth that descended into a valley.  It was already getting
quite warm out and from the trees came a raucous cacophony of birds
shot through with the shriller chirps of crickets.  Carefully
descending the steep slope, they came to a wider, overgrown old
roadway along the banks of a pretty river and they followed this
upstream, with Mr. Harley pointing out various trees and interesting
plants.  After a time, they came to a point where the river broadened
into a wide pool beneath a dancing waterfall and there, on the bank
beside the splashing cataract, stood an old abandoned and decaying
brick building.

"Used to be an old Mill," Mr. Harley informed them.  The glassless
windows stared down at them blankly and the old wooden door hung from
a single hinge, revealing the shadows within.  "Come on...let's take
a look around," he said.

It was cool inside the old, ramshackle structure.  There were a
number of small empty rooms and a larger one with bolts and metal
posts sprouting from the floor where machinery had once stood.
Against one side, there was a small wooden platform with a thick foam
pad on the top and it struck Jill that this was quite obviously of
fairly recent origin.  Mr. Harley walked past this and pointed at a
large opening in the far wall.

"That's where the water wheel used to be," he told them.  "It's long
gone, of course."  The trio approached the opening and they stopped
in front of it, looking out over the river beneath.  Some of the
spray from the falls hung just outside in a gossamer mist and the
ledge of the opening felt damp when Jill rested her arms on it.  She
stood between Mr. Harley and Brandi, leaning against the wall, and
then, as she silently watched the mesmerizing play of the waterfall,
she felt Mr. Harley's fingers slip across the bare top of her thigh,
just below the leg of her shorts.  She froze, her breath catching as
the feather-light touch moved over the smooth, sensitive skin.

A sudden stillness descended on the room and even the tumultuous roar
of the waterfall seemed to fade into the background as the gentle
caress continued.  Slowly, Mr. Harley let his hand slip around in
between Jill's legs, cupping the slender column with his palm, and he
began to slide it teasingly upward toward the juncture of her thighs.
Jill, shivering at the lightness of the touch, closed her eyes as
she savored the exciting sensation and then, suddenly, she felt
another set of fingers steal across the curve of her bottom.  She
realized, with a little thrill of surprise, that it was Brandi
joining in the action and her pulse suddenly seemed to race with
heady, intoxicating arousal.  A soft moan escaped her lips as her
pretty roommate cupped the firm curve of her bottom and began to
gently knead the ripe young flesh.

As Brandi played with Jill's lovely bottom, Mr. Harley let his
fingers slip inside the leg hole of her shorts and up to the warm
little nest where her panties covered the soft little pads of her
nether lips.  He slowly rubbed his fingers back and forth, making
Jill squirm with pleasure, and she began to feel a gathering wetness
down there as the sheer, delicious horniness washed over her.  She
parted her legs even further to allow his fingers better access and
he pushed his hand all the way through the gap, curving the fingers
upward to tease and caress the soft, yielding curve of her tender
little mound.

For several, delicious minutes, Mr. Harley continued this sensual
torment and then he suddenly withdrew his hand and began tugging at
Jill's T-shirt, pulling it from the waistband of her shorts.
Thoroughly given over to her arousal now, Jill raised her arms to
allow him to pull the shirt over her head and her nipples tingled
excitingly as the cool air of the room washed over them.  She felt
herself being turned to the left so that Mr. Harley was behind her
and, as she opened her eyes, she saw that Brandi was pulling off her
own clothes, almost tearing at them in her haste.  Jill watched in
growing excitement as Brandi's gorgeous young body was tantalizingly
revealed.

As Brandi undressed, Mr. Harley reached to the waistband of Jill's
shorts and pulled them down to her knees, letting them drop the rest
of the way to the floor.  Jill stepped out of them, her whole body
trembling and, just as Brandi was slipping off her own panties, Mr.
Harley slipped his fingers inside the thin elastic of Jill's
underwear and slid them down also.  Both girls were now facing each
other, their naked bodies only a few feet apart.

For a moment, the girls stood there unmoving and then Mr. Harley
stepped out from behind Jill and began to hurriedly remove his own
clothes.  As he pulled off his shorts and underwear in one fluid
motion, Jill gasped as the hard, thick rod of his erection sprung
free from the confinement of his clothes.  It was a full eleven
inches long, the head swollen and red, and the throbbing shaft of it
was very nearly as thick around as Jill's wrist.  She stared at the
immense organ in awed amazement.

A moment later, Mr. Harley stepped back behind Jill and brought his
arms around her, sliding his hands up to massage her budding little
breasts.  He began to tug at the nipples, teasing and stimulating
them into rock-hard stiffness and Brandi, staring at this sight
hungrily, suddenly stepped forward.  As she did this Mr. Harley, his
breathing slow and heavy now, lowered his arms and held them open for
her.  She stepped in, coming right up against Jill, and Mr. Harley
wrapped his arms around them both, hugging them tightly together so
that both naked, adolescent bodies were pressed excitingly against
one another.

The head of Mr. Harley's cock had dipped down beneath the shelf of
Jill's bottom and they were so closely pressed together that the
length of the thick shaft was wedged tightly into the crevice between
her cheeks.  In front, the hotness of Brandi's body suffused Jill's
own and there was an electric tingle of pleasure as each set of hard
little nipples ground maddeningly against each other.  She reached
her arms around the lithe young form and cupped the fullness of
Brandi's ass cheeks, sighing with pleasure as the wiry tangle of the
girl's pubic bush pressed hard against the smooth baldness of her
sensitive pussy mound.  She was weak with horniness now and her loins
ached with incredible, throbbing lust.

Bending at the knees slightly, Mr. Harley thrust forward with his
hips and slid his swollen cock through the tight grip of Jill's
thighs, grunting in pure animal pleasure at the delicious friction.
The head continued out past the front of Jill's legs and pushed on
forward between Brandi's thighs as well.  Both girls gripped the
turgid rod, feeling the hardness of it pressed tightly against their
nether lips and then Jill felt Brandi's mouth close about her own in
a deep, passionate, probing kiss.  It was the first real kiss that
Jill had ever had in her life and she responded hungrily, thrusting
out her tongue to intertwine sexily with Brandi's.

For several silent minutes, the trio held each other in that sensual
huddle, feeling the heat of their naked flesh against each other, and
Mr. Harley began to pump his hips back and forth, emitting a series
of low sobbing grunts.  Finally, unable to bear the incredible
sensations a moment longer, he withdrew quickly, fumbling for Jill's
hand as he did so.

"Quick...Over...over to the mattress," he managed to gasp.

He grasped Jill's wrist and walked her hurriedly over to the little
wooden platform and turned to sit down on it, leaning back so that
his shoulders were against the wall.  He drew Jill into his lap,
turning her so that she lay back against him, and the hard length of
his aching cock protruded stiffly up between her legs.
Instinctively, she closed her thighs around the throbbing shaft,
squeezing it tightly and then, gazing at the nearly six inches of
turgid manhood that sprouted from her crotch, she reached and curled
her palm around the underside of it, pulling it hard into the moist
folds of her pussy.  Mr. Harley gasped in barely controlled ecstasy.

Not to be outdone, Brandi climbed up on the platform to the right of
Jill and Mr. Harley and turned to kneel facing them.  Gently removing
Jill's hand from Mr. Harley's cock, she replaced it with her own and
then, pushing the pulsing organ up against Jill's slick little slit
she bent and took the swollen head into her mouth.  She began to suck
at the thick aching knob, playing her tongue about the sensitive
little pee hole and, as she did this, Mr. Harley closed his eyes in
mute pleasure and began to caress Jill's breasts with his hands.  He
pulled at the nipple, rolling them around between his fingers and
Jill moaned, delighting at the exquisite sensations both above and
below.

Brandi took the massive organ into her mouth for a minute or so and
then she began to play her tongue up and down the shaft.  As she
reached the cleft of Jill's legs she slipped her tongue into the
tight little slit separating her pussy lips and she swept it back and
forth, alternately teasing the tight little crack and flicking it up
and around the turgid rod that protruded up from just below it.  She
teased apart the plump little labia, searching out the stiff clitoris
that pressed hard against the stiff cock, and she twisted and twirled
her tongue over the sensitive nubbin, making Jill squirm and sigh in
complete, utter ecstasy.  As she did this, she continued the pressure
with her hand and forced the thick erection even more insistently up
against the hot and sticky wetness between Jill's tightly gripping
legs.

Until this point, Jill had only climaxed at her own hand and when she
finally came the incredible power of it made her cry out loudly.  The
aftershocks of her orgasm were barely subsiding when Brandi,
desperate for release herself, suddenly stood up on the platform and
swung her leg across both Jill and Mr. Harley so that she straddled
them.  She placed her hands against Jill's shoulders for support and
then she slowly squatted, bringing the slick wetness of her furry sex
down until it grazed the swollen red cock head beneath.  She held
herself there for a moment and then, with a sharp gasp of pleasure,
she let the huge organ slide inside her, lowering herself further and
moaning as the immense girth spread her wide and filled her.

Given the incredible length of Mr. Harley's cock, there was no way
that Brandi could have taken all of him inside her.  As it was, the
tip of his organ was just pressing hard into her cervix as her widely
stretched lips pressed down against Jill's bald pussy and lubricated
the smooth fleshy saddle with her sticky secretions.  She held
herself there, her eyes screwed tightly shut and then she began to
rock back and forth, withdrawing the huge tool a little on each
forward movement and thrusting it inward as she came back.  The
action of this made the stiff rod push even harder against Jill's
still quivering cunt and when Brandi's orgasm finally burst Jill came
a second time, throwing her head back as the waves of pleasure
coursed through her once again.  Brandi rode her climax to the
finish, shuddering in ecstasy and, as the contractions of her tight,
adolescent cunt gripped the cock inside her, Mr. Harley grunted like
a wounded animal and shot his hot, viscous fluid, deep into the
recesses of Brandi's womb.

The volume of Mr. Harley's ejaculate was incredible and, as Brandi
continued to rock back and forth, it burst from her pussy, coursing
down the swollen penile shaft and spreading over Jill's hairless
little mound.  For several moments all three shuddered through the
final throes of incredible ecstasy and then, panting like steam
engines, they collapsed in a tangled, sweating heap.  It was a full
three minutes before Mr. Harley was finally able to speak.

"Oh Christ," he gasped, his chest heaving.  "Oh God that was good..."
He patted each exhausted girl on the closest expanse of flesh he
could find.  "Thank you, girls," he sighed in satisfaction.


                                  ***


The memory of that incredible morning was one that would always stay
with Jill.  Other than the regular Thursday bath night experience,
which essentially remained unvaried, the trio had two further
experiences; both of these again taking place at the Old Mill.  Each
of these exciting episodes culminated in Mr. Harley penetrating
Brandi to climax, once where he took her doggie-style from behind
while she had her face buried between Jill's legs, and once in the
same way as that first, incredible session.  He never did attempt
intercourse with Jill in the brief time she was there, but she
supposed that had she remained for longer he would have eventually
tried.  As it was, however, her mother recovered enough for her to go
home after two months and accordingly she was left being only able to
imagine what that immense organ would have felt like buried inside
her.

Jill was still lost in the memory of the Harley interlude when she
suddenly noticed that the man across the street had turned his
attention from the girls down the street and was now looking directly
at her.  She glanced over at him for a moment or so and then looked
quickly away when she saw that he was crossing the thoroughfare in
her direction.  She stared out into the street as if watching
something of interest, but, out of the corner of her eye, she was
able to make him out as he walked slowly toward her and then came to
a rather hesitant halt about four feet away.  She waited expectantly
for almost a full minute as the man shuffled his feet nervously as
though making up his mind.

"Uh...hi," she heard the man say a moment later.  She turned and
looked up at his face.

"Hello," she replied neutrally.

The man was youngish, perhaps thirty or thirty five, and he had a
pair of clear blue, almost innocent eyes peering mildly at her
through a set of wire frame spectacles.  He had a rather boyish cast
to his features and, for a moment, Jill was struck with a sudden
sense of familiarity.  She was unable to guess why this might be,
however, and she continued to stare at him as she waited for him to
say something else.

"Um...nice night, isn't it?"  he finally said shyly.  Jill nodded at
him and the man suddenly looked down the street at the group of girls
on the stoop before turning back to Jill.  "You don't feel like
sitting with the other girls?"  he asked.

It immediately dawned on Jill that the man had mistaken her as being
one of the teenage hookers who were obviously so common on this
stretch of street.  She started to explain that she had just got off
a bus and was waiting for another, but something checked her.
"No..."  she replied, noncommittally.  The man nodded as though she
provided some sort of explanation and then seemed to fumble for his
next words.

"Would...would you like to maybe get a coffee?"  he finally blurted
out, his eyes meeting hers uncertainly.

Jill regarded the man levelly.  It seemed an odd sort of approach
given his initial conclusion about her and she wondered if this was
just a function of his shyness, or whether he truly did just want
some company over a coffee.  She thought for a moment, considering
the length of time until her bus left, and her lack of any other
prospects, and then she smiled at him.

"Okay," she said.  She arose from the bench and the man held out his
hand for her.

"I'm Derek," he announced formally.  Jill shook the offered hand and
then, as she told him her own name, the sense of familiarity she had
experienced a few minutes earlier coalesced into a concrete vivid
memory.  Strip twenty years from this man, she suddenly realized in a
flash of recognition, and he would easily be the spitting image of
Andrew William Peters.


                                  ***


Andrew William Peters, or 'Andy' for short, was the natural son of
the family Jill had stayed with during her second and longest
foster-home placement.  The Peters lived in a quiet suburb less than
thirty minutes from the center of town and the patriarch of the
family was Gerald Peters, a somewhat serious computer programmer with
the Telephone Company.  From all her experience, Jill had rather
expected that Gerald might exhibit the same interest in her that
other adult males seemed to, but the man only appeared to have eyes
for his somewhat mousy little wife and he never approached Jill with
anything but a polite and very proper distance.  His
thirteen-year-old son, Andy, on the other hand, was a completely
different story.

Andy Peters was a handful indeed, always in trouble for some sort of
mischief or other and a constant source of frustration to his
parents.  He had just been struck by the first stirrings of puberty
and his consuming interest in matters sexual was immediately apparent
to Jill who, on meeting him for the first time, found his obvious
pleasure at having a pretty fourteen-year old girl staying at his
home suspiciously and overly enthusiastic.  From the outset she
discovered him sneaking sidelong glances at her when he thought she
wasn't looking and she could feel his eyes always boring into her
tight little bottom each and every time she left a room ahead of him.
She didn't mind particularly, since it seemed harmless enough, but
she was irritated on the evening when he barged into the bathroom
just as she was about to take a shower.

The incident in question happened about two weeks after she had
arrived in the home.  Andy, feigning surprise at discovering her in
the bathroom when he pushed open the door without knocking, had
clearly planned the event.  Jill actually noted, with an inward wry
amusement, that a brief shadow of disappointment flickered over his
face when he saw she was still in her robe, but she suppressed her
initial reaction to laugh at the matter and yelled at Andy to knock
next time.  He retreated from the room outwardly chastened, but quite
obviously frustrated at the failure of his plan.

Shortly after that, Jill had discovered that someone had been
exploring her underwear drawer.  There was nothing missing as far as
she could tell, but things seemed just a little bit different than
the way she had remembered leaving them.  Her first thought, of
course, was that Andy was the culprit and less than a week after that
her suspicions were further buttressed when she caught the boy
rummaging through the laundry hamper at the top of the stairs.  She
had just been going to her bedroom for a nap and when Andy saw her he
jumped back from the receptacle in obvious guilt.

"Just looking for my jeans..."  he stammered by way of a hurried
explanation.  "I think I left some money in the pocket."  Jill
regarded him levelly, not bothering to pretend she believed what he
said.

"Is that so?"  she replied, one eyebrow cocked archly.  Andy, his
face burning red now, nodded vigorously and then made a play of
searching through the hamper.

"Not there, I guess," he said finally, attempting to sound casual.
He shut the hamper lid and then escaped off down the stairs without
looking back.  Jill watched his hurried flight and she had to work
hard to suppress a rising bray of laughter.  If the lad wanted to
play around with her worn panties she didn't have any real objection,
but she thought that she might as well have some fun giving him a
hard time about it also.

One Saturday morning, Gerald Peters and his wife announced that they
were going shopping for the day and wouldn't be back until nearly
suppertime.  Mrs. Peters left a lunch for both youngsters and then
she and her husband departed, threatening dire consequences to Andy
should he get into any kind of trouble.  No sooner had they left than
Andy disappeared on some pursuit or other without saying where he
would be and he did not return until almost one o'clock that
afternoon.  Jill, after she had eaten her lunch, had gone down to the
family room with a Cosmopolitan magazine she had found and she was
engrossed in a very sexy article when Andy sauntered down the stairs
and dropped into the couch opposite her.

That afternoon, Jill was wearing a plain white blouse over a pair of
rather loose-fitting black shorts.  She was lying back in a reclining
chair with her feet up on the footrest and her legs were spread
somewhat apart so that Andy, from where he sat, had an uninterrupted
view up toward her crotch.  She was able to tell, as she tried to
return to her article, that he was taking advantage of this
interesting sight and she looked up crossly from her magazine,
annoyed at being disturbed.

"Don't you have anything to do?"  she asked him.

"No," replied Andy with an impertinent little shrug.  He turned on
the television with the remote and began flicking idly through the
channels.  Jill regarded him suspiciously for a moment and then, when
he turned to her, his face contorted into a foolish, leering grimace,
she couldn't help but laugh in spite of herself.

"Well...Just be quiet," she said, getting her outburst of merriment
under control.  She returned to her magazine, still conscious that
Andy, who was making a play at actually watching the television, was
continuing to steal lingering glances at her bare, tan legs.

The article Jill had been reading was a supposedly instructional
piece on how to seduce a man, but despite the writer's almost formal
tone it was quite salaciously graphic and Jill had begun to feel a
pleasant fullness developing down below.  Had she been reading
something less arousing, the ensuing events would probably never have
happened but, as it was, she suddenly began to feel quite playful as
she felt the surprisingly stimulating sensation of Andy's eyes
exploring her.  She decided to have a little fun.

Slowly, almost casually, Jill flexed her right knee, bringing her
foot up until it rested flat on the footrest.  She began to angle her
leg outward, conscious that the loose leg hole of her shorts was
opening up and that the upper reaches of her smooth young thigh was
being gradually revealed.  She stole a glance around the edge of her
magazine and saw that Andy had given up all pretense of watching the
television and was gazing between her legs in enrapt fascination.
She continued to tease him.

At first, she knew, all that he could make out would be a dark,
tantalizing shadow inside her shorts and she continued letting her
leg fall to the right with an agonizing slowness.  As the knee almost
touched with the armrest she could tell that her panties must be
visible against the dark outer material and she could feel Andy's
stare almost like something palpable against the pleasantly tingling
swell of her crotch.  She let him enjoy this exciting vision for
several minutes and then she suddenly let her magazine drop.

The effect was electric.  Andy's eyes jumped from the juncture of her
thighs and locked in guilty shock with her own.  His face was now and
embarrassed, glowing red and Jill delighted in his discomfiture.  She
looked pointedly down at the stiff little protrusion pushing out the
front of his own shorts and as she did so, Andy's arms dropped into
his lap in an attempt to conceal this visible sign of his excitement.

"You're getting quite a little boner on looking up my shorts, aren't
you, Andy?"  she teased.  The young boy gaped at her.

"I'm...I'm not..."  he gasped in horror.  Jill carefully set down her
magazine.

"Sure you are," she shrugged.  She climbed up from the recliner and
stepped over in front of him.  "Did you ever actually see a naked
girl before?"  she asked him.  Andy spluttered before replying.

"Of course...of course I did," he shot back unconvincingly.  Jill
shook her head.

"I'm not talking about pictures in magazines, Andy," she said,
sitting down beside him on the couch.  "I mean a real girl..."  She
looked directly into the boy's face and Andy held her gaze for a
moment before dropping his eyes from hers.

"No..."  he whispered, knowing it was pointless to lie.  Jill smiled
to herself and then, to Andy's incredulous amazement, she began to
undo the buttons of her blouse.

"No time like the present," she murmured softly.

Jill slowly, but deftly, undid each and every one of her buttons and
slipped her hand inside the front of the opening.  Watching Andy's
face as he gazed at her chest in transfixed stupefaction, she slid
one half of her blouse aside and teasingly exposed the perky fullness
of her right breast.  The dark, conical nipple was already stiffly
erect.

"Oh...Wow," breathed Andy, his eyes wide and staring.  Jill smiled at
his reaction and lazily slid her hand up to caress the puffy little
nubbin.

"Do you like what you see," she whispered softly.  Andy nodded,
swallowing hard and Jill slipped the blouse down off her shoulders,
holding it there for a moment before sliding it completely off.  She
sat facing the enrapt young boy, her lovely young breasts now
completely exposed to his hungry eyes and then she reached out to
take his right hand in her own.  "Do you want to touch me?"  she
asked coyly.

When Andy, in his amazement, did not immediately reply, Jill raised
his hand to her breasts and placed it gently over one lovely orb.
Andy's palms were surprisingly cold and the first touch against her
hot nipple sent an electric shiver down Jill's spine.  Andy felt this
and he gasped as his eager hand closed about the delectable little
pillow.

"It...it's so soft," he murmured, the wonder alive in his voice.
Tentatively, his courage increasing a little, he reached up unbidden
with his other hand and placed it against her unattended breast,
cupping it gently inside his palm.  He squeezed both of them lightly,
massaging them with his fingers, and Jill felt a rush of pleasure as
his hands grazed the sensitive nipples.  She allowed him to explore
for a minute or so and then she gently took his hands away.

"Take your pants down, Andy..."  she whispered.

Andy hesitated at first, giving a little start at her words, and
then, trembling in excitement, he raised his hips up from the couch
and quickly drew off his shorts and underwear.  Immediately, his
boyish little cock sprung free, bouncing stiffly as it was released,
and it came to rest, pointing inquisitively toward the ceiling from
the smooth hairless young crotch.  Jill saw that the hard little
member was barely the size of a standard hot-dog wiener, but it was
nevertheless, she decided, a pretty little thing indeed.  She cooed
softly in delight.

"It's so nice, Andy," she whispered.  She reached out and took the
stiff little rod between her thumb and forefinger.  "I bet this
little guy gets a lot of work outs, doesn't he?"  she grinned
mischievously, sliding her hand down toward the base.  Andy exhaled
sharply at the incredible sensation and was unable to reply.  Jill
held him in her hand for a moment and then she tugged at him gently.
"Do you think about doing things to me when you play with yourself,"
she asked with a teasing lilt, laughing as Andy's eyes flickered
guiltily up to hers.  He was brick red now and Jill was enjoying his
embarrassment.

"And what do you think about doing?"  she asked him, fixing him with
a steady gaze.  Her hand was sliding up and down the hard little root
now, making Andy squirm deliciously.  "Do you think about putting
your cock into me?"  she teased.  "Maybe having me take you into my
mouth?"  A sudden flinch from Andy told her she had touched a nerve.
"Well, then..."  she smiled.  "I guess it would be rude not
to...wouldn't it?"

Without any further preliminaries whatsoever, Jill bent her head to
the lap of the gaping young boy and gently closed her lips around the
tip of his swollen member.  Andy shuddered as the warmth of her mouth
enclosed the sensitive glans.

"Oh...oh Jeez..."  he gasped, his hips giving a little lurch.  Jill's
hair was spread in a cascade over his legs and her lips and tongue
were beginning to do the most wonderful things down there, enfolding
him in a moist heat and teasing his shaft and head deliciously.  He
moaned softly and Jill, after taking him fully in her mouth and
toying with him for several breathtaking moments, withdrew her head
again.  She knew that the boy would come if she continued for more
than a few seconds and she didn't want that to happen.  Not yet,
anyway...

"Did you like that, Andy?"  she whispered.  With her head still bent,
she blew lightly on the erect cylinder of flesh, giggling softly as
it twitched at the sensation of the cool air.  She raised her head
and then smiled at the aroused and trembling young boy.  "I liked it
too," she grinned at him wickedly.  Andy's eyes were bright with
excitement now but a shadow of alarm flashed across his face when
Jill clambered up from the couch.  She smiled to reassure him.  "I'm
not going anywhere," she said to him.

Climbing up to her feet, Jill stood directly in front of Andy and
looked into his eyes.  As she did so, she allowed both hands to slide
up the sides of her naked thighs and then over the shorts to play
teasingly at the waistband.  She was highly aroused now, but she
resisted the impulse to merely pull off her remaining clothes,
enjoying the power of her ability to tantalize and arouse.  Slowly,
she began to slide the black garment down, revealing the white
material of her panties only a centimeter at a time.

Andy's breathing was slow and measured now and he swallowed deeply as
Jill drew the shorts all the way down and allowed them to fall to the
floor.  She stood there, wearing only her panties, and felt a little
shiver of pleasure course through her as Andy's eyes swept over her
to fix in fascination below her waist.  Jill had grown since her last
purchase of underwear and the tiny garment was stretched very tightly
indeed, the waistband running from one hipbone to the other in a
gentle curve that just covered the top of her pubis.  Beneath the
thin elastic, the sheer material was pushed outward by the prominent
rise of her mound and a dark, exciting shadow outlined the delicate
central furrow.  Andy gaped in adolescent lust.

"Have you dreamed about my pussy, Andy?"  Jill teased him, bringing
her hands up to the waistband.  "Have you tried to imagine what it
looks like?"  The boy was beyond speech now, his eyes wide and
bulging, and a look of awe suffused his features as Jill slowly
pulled the panties down.

In the months since the Harley episode, Jill had begun to sprout a
little tangle of pubic hair across her juvenile mound.  It was little
more than a puff of curls over the top of her crevice, but the sight
of it made Andy gasp aloud.  Jill giggled in pleasure at his reaction
and teasingly ran a hand up the smooth column of her thigh and then
through the tiny patch of her fur.  She stepped forward so that their
legs were pressed together.

"Do you want to touch me there?"  she invited sexily.  For a moment,
Andy could only gape, hardly daring to believe his luck and then he
raised a trembling hand to Jill's crotch, his eyes suddenly flicking
up to hers in confusion as she grasped his wrist.  "Not with your
hand..."  she whispered.  She placed his hand on the outward sweep of
her naked hip and thrust herself forward.  "Kiss me," she said.
"Between my legs, Andy..."

The notion of putting his mouth to this most intimate of places was
one that had never even occurred to Andy before but the thought of it
suddenly made him almost weak with excitement and his little cock
bobbed stiffly in anticipation.  Reverently, he bent his head toward
the enticing juncture between Jill's thighs, sliding his other hand
up her left thigh to her hip, and he held his head poised for a
moment, his nose just barely brushing the wiry tangle of curls.
Immediately, the faint, salty tang of her sex filled his nostrils,
making his heart race in his chest, and he pressed his lips hungrily
to the warmth of her gorgeous, sexy little mound.

"Oh...yes," Jill moaned as the boy's mouth closed about her tingling,
swollen labia.  "Kiss me there...use your tongue on me, Andy."  The
irony that his first kiss should be to a girl's nether lips was not
completely lost on Andy, but he was too deep in his arousal to dwell
on such things at that moment and he willingly complied with her
urgent command.  As Jill's hands pulled his head into the heat of her
crotch, he thrust out his tongue, spreading the puffy outer lips and
sweeping it hungrily up and down the moist central channel.  Jill
shuddered as the probing organ flicked maddeningly over the erect
cylinder of her sensitive clit.

"Oh, Shit...that's so good," she gasped.  She slid her feet farther
apart on the carpet and arched her back, thrusting her hips forward
until Andy's tongue found the salty wetness of her vaginal opening.
He bent his neck as far as it would allow and slipped the tip of his
twisting probe into the silken folds, savoring the musky secretions.
Jill almost cried aloud in her pleasure and her legs felt weak and
unsteady as she writhed her hips toward this delightful torment.  She
knew that her orgasm was fast approaching but a sudden desperate need
to be filled almost overwhelmed her.  "Not yet, Andy..."  she gasped.
"Not yet..."

Urgently, almost roughly, she pushed the young boy back, startling
him with the immediacy of her lust.  When his back was against the
sloping rear of the couch she climbed over him, straddling his narrow
hips with her thighs, and reaching up to wrap her arms tightly about
his neck.  She pulled his face against the soft pillows of her
breasts and exhaled sharply.

"We're going to fuck..."  she gasped.  "I'm going to fuck you Andy...
You're going to feel your cock all the way inside my pussy..."

Jill was incredibly wet, almost dripping down there now.  She lowered
her hips until the tip of Andy's cock just barely touched the
glistening folds and she slid herself slowly back and forward,
teasing them both and making the swollen glans slick with her sticky
dew.  Andy moaned softly at this incredible, tantalizing sensation
and it seemed an eternity to him until Jill finally lowered herself
again, engulfing the head of his cock in her tight, hot cunt.

"Oh...oh...you're inside me," Jill gasped hoarsely as Andy's arms
came around her.  She began to slide downward, feeling the length of
his erection sinking into her and they both shuddered with pleasure
as the tip seemed to swell inside the slick, velvet walls.  She held
herself like that for a moment, her pussy pressed against Andy's
groin and then she began to milk him, rocking back and forth and
sucking hungrily at him with the delicious grip of her sex.  Andy,
his eyes screwed tightly shut, sighed deep in his throat and he began
to thrust upward to meet Jill, straining to plumb the very depths of
her hot, wet tunnel.

Andy came first, emitting a little bleat of joyful agony, and Jill,
feeling the pressure of his ejaculate burst inside her, reached her
climax a few, brief seconds later.  She hugged the boy tightly in her
arms, sobbing in pleasure, and her hips pistoned furiously as the
waves of energy coursed through her.  A few moments later, when they
were both still except for the deep rise and fall of their chests,
Jill could feel the curious sensation of Andy's cock dwindling inside
her.  She kissed his cheek lightly and climbed off him.

"That was so nice..."  she whispered tenderly.  She reached over to
give his flaccid cock an affectionate little squeeze and was amazed
to feel it immediately begin to stiffen in her hands.  "My god,
Andy..."  she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.  "So soon?"

"Let's...let's do it again," the young lad panted, his eyes shining.
Jill stared at him for a moment, still amazed at his nearly
instantaneous recovery, and then she shook her head firmly.

"No, Andy...we can't risk your parents coming home early," she
replied.  She saw his face fall and she softened a little, bending to
kiss him again.  "You'll just have to wait 'til next time, little
man," she whispered softly.



Chapter 3


Jill and her new companion, Alan, walked down the empty street toward
the garish neon light of 'Cuppa Joe's', the coffee shop that the two
young girls from down the block had gone to a little earlier.  They
entered, blinking at the unaccustomed light inside, and took a table
near the counter.  Alan went to fetch them each a cup of coffee from
the surly-looking Greek who seemed to be the only person on duty and
Jill, sliding into her half of the booth, saw the two teenagers
across from her.  The taller of the two, seeing that Jill now had
company, gave her what rather seemed to Jill to be a little smile of
encouragement.

When Alan returned, he smiled nervously at Jill and sat down on the
bench opposite her, his knee brushing against hers as he slid in
toward the middle.  They each added sugar to their steaming cups from
the glass and chrome shaker on the table and then sipped in silence
before Alan finally spoke.  He asked her a few casual questions about
herself to begin with, but after that he mostly talked about his own
personal circumstances, confirming for Jill her initial impression
that he was a serviceman on leave.  He was a sergeant in the Army Pay
Corps, he told her, taking a two-week trip around the country, and
then he added pointedly, but at the same time almost as an
afterthought, that he was single.  Jill, however, had already seen
the circle of untanned skin around Alan's ring finger and she
wondered why on earth he had bothered with the lie.  Whether he was
after paid sex with a street-girl, or whether he actually just wanted
an innocent cup of coffee, it was, to her mind, a rather pointless
subterfuge.  She was still casually curious, nevertheless, as to what
his actual intentions were.

"I'm staying in a motel not far from here," Alan suddenly announced.
He had been nervously shredding a paper napkin as they chatted and as
he said these words he looked up into her face.  Jill confined her
response to a noncommittal little nod and was silent.  "It's not real
classy or anything," he went on.  "But it's alright and everything,
you know?"  He tore another long strip from the tattered napkin and
seemed to wrestle with his next words.  "I'd like... I mean was
hoping that you might... might come back with me," he mumbled
uncertainly, his eyes dropping to the table.  He took a deep breath,
his face now pink and glowing, and then his next words came in a
sudden rush.  "Would you...would you come there and go to bed with
me?"  he stammered breathlessly.

Jill had to work to suppress a smile at this clumsy overture.  In
light of where Alan had picked her up, his approach was definitely
novel, and the boyish innocence of his bumbling request struck her as
refreshing, almost touching in it's gentleness.  She kept her face
impassive, however, and simply regarded him levelly for a moment
without making any sort of reply.  Alan, peering at her anxiously
through his glasses, seemed a little unnerved by her silence.

"I'll pay of course," he added hurriedly.  "I've got lot's of money
and everything.  I just...well...I've never done this before and I
don't...I don't know what you...you know...charge, or whatever..."
His voice had trailed off to an embarrassed mumble and he was peering
at her with an almost miserable expression of apologetic anxiety.
For a moment or two, Jill was swept with a wave of amused sympathy
for the nervous, innocent soldier, but she kept her face
expressionless as she considered his proposal.  She was not entirely
flattered at being taken for a street-hooker, although she understood
the mistake, but Alan seemed benign enough and the prospect of a warm
room and some extra cash was a lot better than a hard bench in the
bus station.  She regarded him carefully in silence for almost a
minute.

"A hundred and fifty dollars," she announced finally.  Alan gaped at
her for a second or two and then his eyes swept quickly over the
gentle swell of Jill's chest.

"Alright," he said, nodding vigorously.

Jill had no idea where she had come up with that particular figure.
For all she knew, Alan could have had one of the other girls for
twenty dollars or so, but the amount had just come to her without her
thinking about it.  She finished her coffee and Alan, draining the
last of his cup in one swallow, went to the public telephone near the
restrooms to call them a cab.  Jill climbed to her feet, slinging her
knapsack over her shoulder, and as she waited for Alan to return, she
thought about what was about to happen.  Safety was the only real
concern she had, since she knew that the mildest of men could turn
rough once the money was paid, but Alan's benign innocence reassured
her completely and she dismissed the thought.  As to the financial
aspect of the exchange...Well, that bothered her not in the least;
After all, she reflected as she did up her jacket, this was not the
first time she had benefited materially from the considerable charms
of her slender and desirable young body.


                                  ***


About six-months before she finally decided to leave home, Jill's
mother had another bout with her liver ailment.  This time it was not
serious enough to hospitalize her, but, as always, a representative
of the welfare department was dispatched to assess the situation, and
for a full week, a slightly balding, middle-aged man by the name of
Walter Tippet had checked in everyday to see how matters were
progressing.  He was curiously well dressed for a social worker and
he seemed to take more of an interest in the small family unit than
the half-hearted attentions usually lavished on them.  He also seemed
particularly solicitous where Jill's well being was concerned but at
first, being distracted by her mother's condition, the young teenager
didn't really give this much thought.

One afternoon, after visiting with Jill's mother in her room, Walter
had taken Jill aside and suggested they have a little chat.  Jill,
not particularly interested, had merely nodded absently in reply and
then followed the man out of the apartment and down to the front
steps.  She waited in bored silence as he lit a cigarette and
appeared to formulate whatever it was he was about to say.

"I have to tell you, Jill," he began.  "The department is seriously
considering a permanent placement for you at this time, you know?"
He paused for a moment to allow this announcement to register, but
Jill just stared at him blankly.  "It's no secret that...well, it's
pretty much known how your mother earns extra income," he continued,
still watching Jill for any reaction.  "And the concern is, of
course, that you might be tempted to...well, that you might be
following in her footsteps so to speak..."  He took a drag from his
cigarette and waited expectantly.  Jill's eyes locked with his for an
instant and then she shrugged casually.  Nothing along those lines
had ever happened, of course, but she suddenly wanted to see if she
could ruffle this man's feathers.

"What if I am?"  she challenged him bluntly.  She arched her
eyebrows, expecting him to blanch in horror, and was genuinely
surprised when he didn't even flinch.  He studied her calmly for a
second or two and then flicked away his cigarette butt.

"Well...it can be quite hazardous," he replied mildly.  He looked out
into the passing traffic for a minute or so and then turned back to
face Jill.  "A girl could get herself into all sorts of trouble," he
continued.  "Trouble with the authorities, maybe much
worse...especially with the type of custom down in this end of town."
He paused again holding Jill's eyes and then he cleared his throat.
"There are much safer and profitable ways that a young girl like you
could earn some extra money," he said, a shadow of a smile flitting
across his features.

Suddenly, Jill understood.  In the past week she had been much too
distracted by her mother's illness to properly interpret Walter's
attentions to her, but now his solicitous manner and pointed glances
seemed clear enough.  For a moment or so, she briefly thought of
telling him to go to hell, but something...some compelling
curiosity...checked her.  She hesitated and then spoke.

"Like how?"  she asked.  A flicker of satisfaction brushed Walter's
features and he smiled at her.

"I was thinking we could discuss that over coffee..."  he replied.
Jill shook her head.

"I have to get supper for my mother..."  she started to say, but
Walter cut her off.

"Oh...not now," he said.  "Do you know Luigi's?"  Jill did; it was a
fairly expensive Italian restaurant about six blocks north.
"Good..."  Walter smiled.  "Perhaps we could meet there at seven?"


                                  ***


After supper that evening, Jill's mother fell immediately asleep and
Jill watched television for a little while as she wondered what she
should do.  Walter was not unattractive in a middle-aged sort of way,
but the step she would be taking was a major one and she felt a
little nervous at the prospect.  The promise of money, although the
amount had not been specified, was a definite attraction, but in the
end it was curiosity and the lure of adventure that finally decided
the matter for her.  Steeling her resolve, she climbed up from the
threadbare couch and went to get ready.

Jill showered, and then went to her room to scan through her limited
wardrobe to pick out something to wear.  She rejected the first item
she thought of, a rather pretty red dress, and eventually settled on
a simple plaid skirt, a white blouse, and knee-high socks with strap
over shoes.  The outfit, after she put it on, made her look even
younger than her fifteen years, but she smiled, as she surveyed
herself in the mirror, knowing that Walter would be pleased with the
effect.  At the last minute, she tied her long hair into two, twisted
braids, finishing off the ends with a pair of small, velvet bows.
Pleased with the result, and deciding against any makeup, she picked
up a small black leather purse with a shoulder thong and left the
apartment.

When she arrived at the restaurant, Jill immediately saw that Walter
was already there.  He looked pleased with her appearance and he
beckoned her warmly over, the soft amber light overhead catching the
heavy signet ring he wore.  She walked over to him, a little shyly,
and slid into the padded seat of the booth across from him.

"I'm glad you came," Walter beamed.  Jill nodded in reply and reached
for the glass of water in front of her.  "Would you like something
else to drink?"  Walter asked politely, indicating the large glass of
iced tea in front of him.  Jill shook her head.

"No... this is fine," she replied.  She took a sip from the glass and
Walter suddenly reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope,
sliding it across the table toward her.  Jill glanced at him
questioningly and then picked it up, her eyes suddenly opening wide
as she looked inside to see three crisp, new one hundred-dollar
bills.  "Is... is this supposed to be for me?"  she whispered in
amazement.  Walter smiled at her reaction and nodded his head.

"If you want it," he said.

At that moment, Jill happened to catch sight of the only other patron
of the restaurant, a woman sitting on a raised level of the dining
floor about twenty feet away.  She was sitting with her back to
Walter and Jill, but there was a gilt-edged mirror on the wall in
front of her and Jill could see that she was looking in their
direction.  She returned the glance for a moment and then turned back
to her companion.

"To get right to the point," Walter was saying, "My wife and I like
to...well, experiment a little bit...Sometimes have company when we
play..."  He paused for a minute before continuing.  "That three
hundred dollars would be a token of great appreciation if you would
join us, Jill...if you would come and...and play with us too..."  He
looked expectantly at Jill.

"Come and play?"  Jill began.  Walter nodded.

"Just play..."  he hastened to assure her.  "Nothing will happen
unless you are completely comfortable with it, sweetie..."  He paused
again and nodded at the envelope.  "Are you willing to give us a
try?"  he smiled.

Jill shifted in her seat a little.  The situation was definitely a
novel one for her, but she also had to admit that she was rather
intrigued by the proposal.  The money being offered was also far more
than she would ever have expected and it struck her that her mother
wouldn't see this much from half a dozen clients in a row.  She
looked down at the envelope, lost in thought for a moment, then she
folded it and slipped it into her purse.

"When do you want to do this?"  she asked.

Walter was hugely and obviously pleased by her response.  A waiter
started to approach the table but Walter waved him away impatiently.
"Would tonight be too soon?"  he asked.  "I have an engagement until
later, but we could meet at my house afterward...maybe at
ten-thirty...would that be okay?"  Jill nodded.

"Alright," she said.

"Excellent..."  beamed Walter.  He took a business card from his
wallet and handed it to her along with a twenty-dollar bill.  "My
home address is on the back of the card," he told her.  "And you can
use the money for cab fare..."

"Okay...ten-thirty then," replied Jill, putting these into her purse
also.  Walter started to sit back in his seat but then he suddenly
leaned toward her.

"Oh...and, Jill..."  he began.  "Please wear that lovely outfit when
you come...It's just perfect, sweetheart."


                                  ***


The next few hours passed extremely slowly for Jill.  She went back
home after leaving the restaurant, but her mother was still asleep
and she spent most of the time out on the front step, a nervous
butterfly sensation fluttering in the pit of her stomach.  When the
appointed hour arrived, she went down to the corner and hailed a
passing cab, consulting Walter's card for the address as she slid
into the rear seat.  She had only a vague idea where Walter's street
was located in the City, but the cab driver, a large calypso-accented
Jamaican, seemed to have no difficulty finding it at all.

The ride took about twenty minutes and Jill was quite surprised to
find that the impressive house was situated in an obviously expensive
neighborhood.  She hadn't expected a social worker to live in such
surroundings and she supposed that Walter must either be very highly
placed, or that he had independent wealth from some other source.
She paid the cabby and walked up the shrub-lined pathway to a
brightly-lit portico.

Walter met her at the door wearing a blue silk dressing gown with an
ascot at his neck.  His lower legs were bare and he wore a pair of
fleece-lined leather slippers.  The lights in the house were quite
dim, allowing Jill to see only shadows in the rooms off the main
hallway, and there was a staircase with a wrought-iron handrail
leading down to the lower level of the house.  From somewhere, came
the gentle strains of a classical piano piece that Jill did not
recognize.

"So glad to see you, Jill," Walter said with a warm smile.  "My wife
will be joining us shortly...Can I get you a drink, dear?"  Jill
shook her head.

"No thank you...I'm fine," she replied politely.

"Well...let me know if you change your mind," Walter said.  His
remaining hair was neatly combed and there was a fine, perfumed mist
hanging about him.  "Perhaps we can go down below..."  he ventured.

Walter motioned Jill to follow and led her to the staircase, flicking
on a light switch on the wall as he started to descend.  The light, a
soft amber glow, only barely illuminated the stairs and Jill could
see that they curved about halfway down, disappearing into another
set of shadows.  She followed Walter, her heart beating in nervous
anticipation and she suddenly found herself in one of the most
unusual rooms she had ever seen in her life.

The walls were of thick, heavy stone except for a swath of darkly
stained wood paneling that extended from the floor to a narrow shelf
at about waist-height.  There were thick, oaken beams traversing the
low ceiling and pillar supports of the same rough-hewn wood formed
two rows about ten feet apart down the center of the room.  At the
far end there was a raised platform with a heavy wooden chair sitting
in the middle of it and the ornately carved arms gave it the
appearance of some sort of medieval throne.  Jill's eyes opened wide
as she took all this in and nearly gasped when she saw pairs of
manacles dangling from several of the central wooden pillars.  Walter
chuckled at her reaction.

"Don't be alarmed, dear," he smiled.  "This is all mostly for
effect..."  He led Jill into the center of the room and waved his arm
expansively at the unusual dÉcor.  "It's quite something, isn't it?"
he said proudly.  "My wife is largely responsible for the design."
Jill nodded uncertainly.

"It...It's very interesting..."  she finally replied.

"It's conducive to the mood," Walter added, somewhat cryptically.  He
was standing beside Jill now and he placed his arm lightly across her
shoulders.  "We like to play different games down here," he began.
"Fantasy games involving role-playing...Different scenarios, et
cetera..."  He paused for a moment and then continued.  "Do you know
about safe words?"  he asked.

"About...about what?"  queried Jill.

"Safe words..."  said Walter.  "We want you to be comfortable at all
times, sweetie, but if it gets a little...well, intense for
you...just say 'Red Light', and we stop immediately...Okay?"  He
looked down at Jill expectantly.

"Um...okay," Jill replied.  She was still a little unsure of herself
but was becoming increasingly more intrigued nevertheless.

"Excellent," beamed Walter, patting her shoulder.  "I don't want to
tell you exactly what's going to happen since that might spoil the
effect, of course...but I'm sure you'll play along just perfectly, my
dear."  He was silent for a moment and then his hand slipped off
Jill's shoulder and down her arm, the fingertips just grazing the
outer curve of her breasts and caressing the braless little mound.
Jill felt the air in the room suddenly become still and heavy and she
held her breath as Walter began to explore.  "I just love that sexy
little outfit, Jill," he whispered, his voice softly sibilant.

Walter briefly cupped the firmness of her breast and then allowed his
hand to slide down over the gentle flare of her hips and down her
thigh to just below the hem of her short, girlish skirt.  He teased
the smooth bare flesh and was just sliding his fingers up under the
material when a sound made Jill turn toward the staircase.  She
started in genuine surprise when she saw that she and Walter were no
longer alone.

A woman stood at the foot of the stairs, her hand resting negligently
on the iron handrail.  She was dressed in a black corset whose
breast-cups were cut oyster-shell fashion to reveal her breasts, and
the garter straps held up sheer black stockings that descended into a
pair of shiny, knee-high leather boots.  Her panties, also black,
were stretched tightly over a very prominent mound and her dark-brown
hair was pulled back into a tight, angry bun.  She stared at the pair
in cold, haughty silence for several seconds and Jill suddenly
experienced a jolt of recognition when she realized that the woman's
face was the same one that she had seen looking at her and Walter by
way of the mirror in the restaurant.

"I thought I'd find you down here..."  the woman said to Walter.  Her
voice was sternly sharp and Jill felt a little alarmed until Walter
squeezed her elbow reassuringly, signaling to her that this was just
part of the game.  She felt herself relax a little and then the woman
strode imperiously toward them.  "And I see you've found yourself a
little playmate," she continued, her gaze fixing on Jill.

"Um...Alexis...this is Jill..."  Walter began, his voice sounding
genuinely nervous.  The woman cut him off.

"Shut up..."  she ordered peremptorily as she advanced.  "Did you
think you could indulge your dirty little penchant for school-girls
without my knowing about it?"  she demanded, clearly addressing
Walter but continuing to stare at Jill.  She placed her hand on
Walter's chest and pushed him back toward one of the pillars.
"Well...let's see what you've brought," she said.

As Jill stood there, her arms hanging at her sides, the tall,
imposing woman circled her slowly and examined her in silence for a
full two minutes before delivering her verdict.  "Well...she
certainly is a very pretty little thing," she announced finally.  She
turned Jill around so that she was facing Walter and then spoke to
her for the first time.  "And did you know my pathetic worm of a
husband intended to have his filthy way with you?"  she asked.  Jill
shook her head nervously.  "Oh yes..."  continued the woman in grim
amusement.  "Little girls like you excite him tremendously, you
know..."  She paused for a moment and then spat a sharp command to
her husband.  "Get that gown off," she hissed.

Walter did not need to be told twice.  Hastily he shrugged off the
silken garment and let it slip to the floor.  He stood there, his
hands at his sides, looking a little absurd in just his slippers and
the tan ascot clinging to his throat.  Jill's eyes dropped
automatically to his groin and she saw that he was cleanly shaven
down there, the rather unimpressive cylinder of his cock only just
beginning to stir into stiffness.

"I'd say my husband has already started to have some evil thoughts
about you," Alexis said to Jill.  She took her by the hand and led
her up onto the raised platform, motioning Walter over until he stood
just a foot or so in front of them.  She had Jill stand facing her
husband and then she walked behind her.  "So you thought you might
sample some little girl flesh did you, Walter?"  she inquired
contemptuously, placing her hands on Jill's shoulders.  Walter did
not reply.

"This is what you want isn't it?"  Alexis continued.  She dropped her
hands down the front of Jill's blouse and began to undo the buttons,
pulling the garment out from the skirt when the front was completely
open.  For a moment, she paused, watching Walter, and then slipped
the blouse completely off, exposing Jill's breasts.  Immediately,
Walter's cock gave a little twitch of interest and Jill experienced a
sudden rush of excitement.  Her little breasts began to feel full,
the nipples tingling as they became tautly erect, and Alexis noted
the development with obvious pleasure.  "Oh my," she whispered,
cupping the hard little points in her palms.  "Somebody else is
getting a little excited too, I think..."

Alexis teased the firmness of Jill's breasts for a moment or two and
then she slid her hands down the girl's flanks and fumbled at the
fastening of her skirt.  She undid it completely and then removed the
garment, tossing it casually to the floor.  She moved back a step and
paused for a moment before speaking again.  "Take your panties down,
Jill," she ordered.  "And you'll see how badly my excuse of a husband
wants you..."  Trembling a little, and feeling her arousal like a
tight knot in her belly, Jill hooked her fingers in the waistband of
her panties and slowly drew them down.  Automatically, Walter's eyes
slithered down to the little tangle of curls between Jill's legs and
his cock began to unfurl, swelling until it stood out stiffly from
his hairless groin.  The head seemed to throb as it strained toward
Jill and it took on an angry red color that was even deeper than the
bright flush of excitement on his face.

"Oh yes," chuckled Alexis wickedly.  "He likes that, honey pie...He
loves that cute, delicious little pussy."  Teasingly, Alexis played
her hand lightly over the smooth flatness of Jill's tummy and then
she slid her fingers down through the wiry little bush sitting above
the lovely mound.  Jill shivered at the touch.  "But I know what
really excites him..."  Alexis continued in a hoarse whisper.  She
turned Jill around and made her bend over the heavy wooden chair so
that her buttocks were thrust vulnerably outward.  In this position,
Jill could feel her nether regions become excitingly exposed and she
experienced another rush of arousal as she felt Walter's gaze between
the spread cheeks of her ass.  "Walter becomes helpless at the sight
of a little girl's bottom," Alexis murmured.  "Don't you, Walter?"

As Jill leaned forward, displaying her most secret of places, Alexis
ran her index finger down the slope of Jill's spine and into the
crevice of her bottom.  The tip grazed over the tight knot of her
anus and began to play at the plump little nether lips, teasing the
inner folds into a delicious, slippery wetness.  Jill squirmed at the
caress and unconsciously started to move her hips in small, slow
circles.

"So, Walter..."  Alexis began in a casual, almost conversational
tone.  "Did you expect to enjoy this little girl all by
yourself...without providing for my satisfaction?"  She had slid her
finger deeply into the crack of Jill's pussy now and it was becoming
slick with the moist, dewy secretions.  Jill could not see Walter at
this point but she heard him moan in reply, the agony of his longing
exciting her as much as the slow probing of her cunt.  Alexis giggled
nastily.  "Maybe I won't even let you touch her," she teased him.
"Maybe I'll only let you watch whatever I have her to do to me..."
She continued to explore the sensitive cleft of Jill's pussy for a
moment or so longer and then she withdrew her hand.  "On your knees,
Jill," she whispered throatily.

Trembling a little, Jill lowered herself to the floor and turned on
her knees so that she faced the imposing woman.  Alexis stepped
forward so that her crotch was inches from Jill's face and, after
ordering Walter to observe, she undid the snaps at either side of her
panties and pulled them off.  Immediately, the thickness of her heavy
black bush was exposed to Jill's hungry gaze, and the scent of her
filled her young girl's nostrils.  It was the rich, heady aroma of
sex and Jill felt her arousal blossom into a deep, consuming ache of
lust.  She shivered in anticipation as Alexis reached up to grasp her
head.

For a moment, Alexis looked down at Jill and the young girl turned
her face upward to meet the steady gaze.  She saw in that moment that
the heavy, thick nipples capping Alexis' breasts had stiffened to an
amazing length, extending very nearly a full inch from the
spectacular orbs.  They were each the full thickness of Jill's little
finger and the sight of them sent a shiver racing up her spine.

"Pleasure me," the woman commanded sternly as she drew Jill's face
toward her.

Jill's nose pressed deeply into the dense tangle of pubic curls and
she closed her eyes as she tentatively thrust out her tongue to
explore the folds within.  Alexis was already deliciously wet and
Jill experienced a sudden electric thrill as she tasted the sharp,
salty musk, sliding her tongue as deeply as she could into the silky
heat of the woman's cunt.  Alexis shuddered as the flickering organ
probed her and she thrust her hips forward, pulling Jill's head even
more tightly into the juncture of her thighs.

"Oh yes...Oh yes, sweetie," she gasped.  "Lick me like that, you
sweet, lovely little slut..."

Jill was no longer aware of Walter as she licked and teased the
steamy wetness pressed against her mouth.  She slid her tongue
hungrily up the slick central furrow, making Alexis moan with
pleasure when she teased the thick, swollen clitoris she found
protruding from its fleshy hood.  She swept the tip of it around the
sensitive nubbin, drawing it gently between her lips and, in less
than a minute, Alexis cried aloud as a tremendous orgasm exploded
through her loins.  Jill's neck was bent back now, the hairy mound
almost directly above, and Alexis rode the upturned face like a
maniacal jockey as wave after wave of electric, agonizing ecstasy
made her gasp and shudder with the incredible energy.

In moments, all too soon for Jill, the aftershocks diminished and
Alexis carefully disengaged herself from Jill's face, her legs a
little weak and shaky from the power of her climax.  She was panting
heavily and the pink tip of her clitoris poked out from the forest of
her pubic bush like the nose of a hidden rodent.

"Good God, Walter..."  she gasped huskily.  "You really found a
treasure this time, I'd say."  She walked unsteadily to the edge of
the little platform, her chest still heaving.  "I suppose I had
better reward you for that," she added, beckoning to him.  Walter,
his face shining with excitement and his rock-hard cock pointing up
expectantly from the smoothness of his shaved groin, stepped up onto
the carpeted platform and, as directed by Alexis, laid down on his
back in front of Jill, his head just inches away from her knees.
Alexis nodded with approval.  "Alright...Shuffle forward, my dear,"
she said to Jill.

Desperately horny now, Jill eased herself forward on her knees until
they straddled Walter's head, the hot wetness of her pussy directly
over his upturned face.  She started to lower herself to him, aching
to be pleasured, but Alexis stopped her.  "Not just yet, sweetie,"
she grinned evilly.  "Let's make him beg for it first..."

Alexis picked up Jill's discarded panties from the platform and knelt
on the floor to the left of her husband.  As Jill watched, she took
the flimsy cotton garment and draped it lightly over the turgid shaft
of his cock, letting the material tease him as she played it up and
down.  Walter exhaled sharply at the touch and Jill experienced a
rush of pleasure as the hotness of his breath rushed over the inside
of her thighs and tingling pussy lips.

"Oh...he likes the feel of your panties," Alexis murmured throatily.
"I think he'd like to wear them, you know..."  She continued to tease
him gently and then she slipped one of the leg holes completely
around Walter's cock and balls and then began to twist the material,
constricting him in a tight cotton noose.  As the pressure increased,
both cock and scrotum began to take on a furious purple color,
straining as they became incredibly engorged.  It looked painful to
Jill, but the soft moans of pleasure coming from down between her
legs testified to the erotic delight that the tension was producing.

"A little pain can add incredible pleasure," Alexis whispered, intent
on the effects of her noose.  She gave it a few, final turns and then
she looked up at Jill.  "Let him taste you, sweetie," she said.

Lowering herself those last few inches, Jill felt her sticky hotness
envelope Walter's face and she gasped as his tongue thrust out,
burying itself in her sensitive inner flesh.  She leaned forward,
moaning with delight, and she placed her hands on the floor, pushing
her bottom back toward the source of the delicious sensations.
Walter's arms came up, his hands sliding up the underside of her
thighs, and he began to knead and caress her buttocks, spreading them
as he licked hungrily at her aching cunt.  His tongue explored
relentlessly, probing the slick little furrow, and then he was inside
her, pushing up into the very depths of her tight vaginal sheath.

Jill's eyes were almost closed in ecstasy now, but she saw Alexis
begin to caress Walter with her free hand, sliding the ring of her
thumb and index finger up and down the rigid shaft.  Incredibly, the
pulsing organ seemed to grow an even darker shade of purple and it
throbbed furiously as though it might burst at any second.  Jill
gazed in fascination at the angry tool, her loins aching with pent-up
lust, and then she gasped loudly as she felt Walter's index finger
slide down the crevice of her bottom and press lightly at the twisted
ring of her asshole.

"Oh...Oh...do it..."  she moaned.  "Put it inside me...inside my
bottom..."  She was totally, incredibly turned on now and she thrust
herself down on Walter's face, smothering him with her cunt.  As his
tongue probed even deeper inside, she felt his finger push harder
against her and there was a short, almost electric jolt as the tip
slid past her anal muscles and into her bottom.  The angle made it a
little difficult for Walter to penetrate more deeply, but the
sensation of being filled in both holes made Jill writhe in
beautiful, delicious ecstasy.  She sighed deeply in her throat.
"Oh...make me come, Walter...make me come," she begged.

Release did not come for Jill until Walter climaxed.  With a sudden
thrust of his hips, the head of his cock seemed to swell to an
immense bulbous knob and it erupted in a geyser of thick white lava.
The volume of it was tremendous and Jill, giving in totally to her
arousal, dropped her head to the convulsing tool and took the glans
in her mouth.  She sucked hungrily at the hot, viscous fluid as it
spurted forth, sliding her tongue rapidly across the sensitive head
and then, as though triggered by the salty eruption, she came
herself, crushing herself down against Walter's mouth and squeezing
his head mercilessly with her knees.  She rode her climax to a
shuddering, delicious finish and then, drained by the consuming power
of it, she collapsed limply, her chest heaving as she felt the last
few jolts of pleasure coursing through her aching and satisfied loins.

Afterward, when the trio had dressed and Jill was awaiting the cab to
take her home, Alexis approached Jill.

"Was it three hundred my husband gave you?"  she inquired.  Jill
nodded and Alexis, smiling warmly, held out a folded bill.  "Make it
three hundred and fifty, sweetheart..."  she beamed.  The stern,
domineering manner she had adopted in the playroom was completely
gone now and she hugged Jill toward her, placing a gentle kiss on her
forehead.

"Thank you, Jill..."  she whispered.  "That was the very best ever."


                                  ***


As Jill climbed into the cab behind Alan, she reflected that whatever
it was he had in mind for her at his motel was likely to be far less
exotic than her experiences with Walter and Alexis.  In the few
months before she finally left home, she had visited the couple on a
half-dozen different occasions, the activity becoming progressively
more kinky and complex with each session.  They had done things that
Jill had never even heard of before, but she had thrown herself
whole-heartedly into the erotic games with a hunger she had not known
she possessed.  The money was very welcome, but so deliciously dirty
and exciting were these interludes that, in truth, she would have
given herself for the pure, animal pleasure it afforded her.  It
struck her with amusement, as she glanced at her latest companion in
the shadows of the taxi, that he had probably never even conceived of
some of the things she had done, much less actually fantasized about
trying them himself.

It took less than five minutes to travel to the motel and as they
pulled into the parking lot Alan diffidently apologized for the
quality of the place, almost seeming to fear that Jill might reject
him on the basis of his accommodations.  In point of fact, the motel
looked just fine to Jill and, indeed, almost anything would have been
preferable to the only other option she had at that moment.  There
was a central courtyard, ringed by a double tier of rooms, and in the
middle there was a fenced in swimming pool, the light from the main
office near the driveway sparkling off its placid waters.  It was
hardly the Waldorf-Astoria by any stretch of the imagination, but it
would have been unfair to call it a dive either.

Alan directed the driver to park in front of room 107 and, after
paying him, he led Jill to the door, fumbling with the key before
pushing it open.  Inside, Jill could see that the room, though
obviously clean and quite small, was rather spartanly furnished.
There were two large double beds taking up most of the floor space, a
dresser with a television perched on it, and a threadbare carpet of a
most garish orange color.  She followed Alan in and he switched on a
lamp beside the television, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow
and leaving the far end, where the entrance to the bathroom was
situated, barely illuminated at all.  He turned to Jill shyly.

"Make yourself at home," he invited her.

Jill dropped her knapsack onto the dresser and, as she did so, Alan
reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew his wallet to finger
through the impressive wad of bills inside.  He quickly counted out
one hundred and fifty dollars from what were obviously his vacation
savings and he thrust them at Jill in some embarrassment as though
wanting to get this aspect of the proceedings over with quickly.
Smiling at him, Jill took the money and slipped it into her pocket.

"I was thinking...that is, would you mind if I have a quick shower
before we...before we start?"  Alan asked.

"A shower?"  exclaimed Jill.  "Oh God, that sounds good...Would you
mind if I had one too?"

"Oh...uh...well sure," mumbled Alan.  "You can go first if you
like..."  He waved Jill toward the bathroom and she thanked him
gratefully as she made her way toward the door.  "There's all kinds
of shampoo and stuff," he added.  "Take what you need, honey."

The shower was a little skimpy on the hot water but it was still
delightfully refreshing and Jill could have luxuriated under it for
much longer than the five minutes she actually took.  Afterward, she
toweled herself off and then spied a blue terry-cloth robe hanging on
a hook behind the door.

"Mind if I borrow your robe, Alan?"  she called out through the door.

"Oh...of course, honey..."  came the reply.

Hanging the towel over the shower rail, Jill slipped her panties back
on, knowing how much men liked to see her take them back off again.
She put on the robe and then she smoothed her hair back in the mirror
before emerging to find Alan waiting expectantly.

"All yours..."  she smiled.

"Thanks, sweetheart...I won't be long," her companion replied,
slipping past her.

As Alan performed his ablutions, Jill stretched out on the bed
nearest the window, closing the curtains and pulling back the sheets
before lying down.  She laid there, relaxing as she listened to the
muted rush of the shower, and a few moments later Alan finished up
and returned to the room wearing nothing but a pair of white boxer
shorts.  Looking down, Jill saw that he was already starting to
become erect beneath the white material and she smiled at him as he
stood nervously at the edge of the bed.

"You can join me if you like," Jill whispered coyly.  She turned on
her side, keeping her robe closed about herself, and patted the empty
area of bed beside her.  Alan swallowed anxiously and, removing his
glasses and hanging them from the bed head, he slid down onto the
mattress and turned on his side to face her.  "You probably won't
want those," Jill smiled, indicating his now bulging boxer shorts.

"Oh...uh, yes, of course..."  replied Alan, giving a fair
approximation of a casual laugh.  Trembling a little, he pulled the
garment off and his cock as though responding to its release,
suddenly swelled into a deliciously full state of pulsing erection.
It was a decent six inches in length, with an impressive thickness,
and Jill suddenly experienced a thrill of excitement when she saw
that he was uncircumcised.  She remembered the very first cock she
had had ever touched and, with a little coo of pleasure, she reached
out to take Alan in her hand.

"It's so lovely," she murmured, stroking her palm down the length of
the shaft.  Alan shuddered at the caress and then Jill drew her hand
all the way back to grip the tip gently between her thumb and
forefinger.  She held it teasingly for a moment and then she slipped
the hood of Alan's foreskin back, exposing the shiny pink head
beneath.  "I love doing that..."  she giggled naughtily.

"Oh...Oh, Jesus...Careful, honey..."  Alan said through gritted teeth
as she began to caress him again.  "You'll make me...you'll finish me
too soon."  He was extremely tense now, as though attempting to exert
control over himself, and Jill giggled again as she released him.

"Can't have that," she smiled and then added, almost as an
afterthought, "...and here I am still all covered up...How rude of
me..."  Watching Alan's face, she slipped her hand inside the front
of the robe and slowly pulled it open.  As her lovely breasts were
revealed to his excited gaze, Alan let out a soft sigh of genuine
delight.

"God...you're so beautiful," he whispered.

Jill smiled at the compliment and raised herself slightly so that she
could shrug off her robe.  She let it slip to the floor and then lay
back on the bed, her nipples pointing perkily upward.  Alan, his
breathing now slow and measured, reached out one trembling hand and
gently cupped one tender teenage breast, his cock twitching with
excitement as he felt the stiff nubbin pressing into his palm.  He
caressed gently, squeezing softly for a moment, and then slid his arm
across to repeat the same to Jill's other lovely breast.

"Would you like me to take my panties off now?"  Jill murmured
sexily.  Alan nodded excitedly and his eyes dropped to the sheer
white material encasing her hips.  The front was pushed out by the
enticing curve of her pussy mound and the thin waistband lay on her
flat stomach only an inch above the top of her bush.  For a moment,
Alan stopped the exploration of Jill's breasts and then he let out a
little gasp as Jill drew the skimpy panties down her thighs to reveal
her most intimate of places.  She bent her knees to allow the panties
to come all the way off and then she lay back in position for him
once again.

"Oh...Oh, sweetheart," Alan breathed.  He gazed at the little thicket
of curls for a second or two and then he slid his hand slowly down
the smooth expanse of stomach, pausing before moving down to cup the
plump little saddle of Jill's pudendum.  Jill parted her legs a
little to allow him to slip in between.

"That feels so nice," she said, her voice catching.  Alan, his face
red with arousal, allowed his fingers to probe down around the
curving slope of Jill's pussy until he found the moist recesses
between the swollen outer lips.  Jill squirmed as he teased her, and
she opened her legs even wider so that he could explore her more
deeply.  "Oh yes..."  she whispered.  "Put your finger inside
me...All the way inside my pussy."

Alan's index finger, now slick with Jill's juices, found the tight
little entrance to her honey-pot and he slipped it inside, making her
exhale sharply as it filled her.  He bent his wrist slightly, pushing
deeper in, and as he did so he curved his finger upward allowing the
tip to slide against the hard ridge of Jill's pubic bone, stimulating
the sensitive g-spot and making her moan with delight.  He slid his
finger back and forth, twisting it slightly as he probed, and Jill
began to respond by thrusting against him with her hips.  She closed
her eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensations and then, before even a
minute had passed, she climaxed with a sharp gasp, her vaginal sheath
gripping Alan's finger as it pressed into her again and again.  She
gasped once more, shuddering as the pleasure took her, and then, as
the moment ebbed, she sighed deeply in complete, fulfilled
satisfaction.

"God, you did that so good..."  she whispered.  She opened her eyes
and raised Alan's hand to her lips, tasting her salty musk as she
kissed it.  She released him then and he seemed to flush with
pleasure at her words.  He was silent for a moment, looking deeply
into her eyes, and then he spoke huskily.

"Jill..."  he whispered tentatively.  "Would you...would you turn
over for me, sweetheart?"

For a moment, their eyes remained locked and then Jill, still
trembling with arousal, carefully rolled over onto her stomach and
lay flat with her lovely bottom exposed to Alan's ardent gaze.  He
sighed softly at the delectable sight and slid his hand over the
gentle curve, lightly squeezing the firm young globes.

"I love your beautiful little bottom," he murmured hoarsely.  He
allowed his fingers to slide down the tight crevice and between
Jill's thighs and she parted them once more, letting him find the
sticky softness of her cunt.  He played the edge of his fingers up
and down the moist little channel for a moment and then, grunting
half from the effort and half with excitement, he suddenly levered
himself to his knees and swung his leg over Jill so that he straddled
her hips.  His cock lay lightly on the swell of her bottom and he
leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands, and slid the
sensitive tip back and forth along the deep central furrow.  "Oh
God... that's so sexy," he whispered excitedly.

Without saying anything, Jill slid her hands down between Alan's
knees and grasped each cheek of her bottom, pulling the fleshy mounds
apart and making herself deliciously open to him.  Alan gasped as the
pretty little rosebud of Jill's asshole was exposed to him and he
shivered with pleasure as the glistening head of his cock slid toward
the knotted little opening.  He hesitated, only a fraction of an inch
away and then allowed the sensitive corona to press lightly her most
intimate of places.

"Oh yes... touch me there," Jill sighed, her voice muffled against
the mattress.  She raised her hips slightly, pushing toward Alan and
then he suddenly exhaled sharply, his whole body seeming to convulse
with a series of powerful shudders.  Immediately, Jill felt a sudden
hotness inside the crevice of her bottom and it was several seconds
before she realized that Alan had ejaculated against her.  There was
a pause of half a minute or so and then Alan moaned in dismay.

"Oh...Oh, Jill...I'm so sorry..."  he exclaimed.  "I wanted to make
it last for you, sweetie...I really did.  " He rolled off to the
right, collapsing on the bed, and was unable to look Jill in the eyes
when she turned on her side to face him.

"Oh...hey.  That's okay," whispered Jill.  "You were just too
excited...that's all.  It must have been a while for you...right?"
Alan nodded miserably, still with his eyes averted and Jill patted
him sympathetically on the shoulder.  "Just give me a minute, honey,"
she said.

Feeling the viscous load now cooling and trickling down her thighs,
Jill climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean herself.
Afterward, she felt a pressing need to urinate and, as she sat
relieving herself, she felt a wave of sympathy for her embarrassed
client.  She decided that she would enjoy making his second time even
more pleasurable for him but, when she emerged from the bathroom, she
saw that he was lying flat on his back, his chest rising and falling
steadily and his eyes tightly closed.  Incredibly, he had fallen
completely and deeply asleep.

Oh well...she thought to herself.  Perhaps Alan had been too
thoroughly drained by the power of their first encounter.  Shrugging
resignedly, she flicked off the light and climbed back onto the bed
beside him, pulling the covers up over both of them as she lay down
in the darkness.  It was quite stuffy in the little room and Jill,
despite her exhaustion, was not quite ready for sleep.  She lay there
for some time, willing herself to drift off and then, to her right,
came the beginnings of a symphony of snores.

"Dammit..."  Jill swore softly to herself.  Since being a little girl
she had loathed the sound of someone snoring (her mother was a
virtual diva in this regard) and she realized glumly that she was
never going to be able to sleep like this.  In frustration, she
climbed back off the bed, shaking her head in annoyance, and then she
dressed herself quietly, fumbling around in the shadows for each item
of apparel.

Jill was just reaching for her knapsack when she saw Alan's wallet on
top of the television where he had left it.  For a second she
hesitated, almost deciding to ignore it and then, with a guilty
glance at the sleeping figure, she picked it up and opened it,
withdrawing the thick wad of bills from inside.  She was not normally
of a larcenous disposition, but she was also in difficult straits and
her usual honesty seemed a burden at that moment.  She started to
stuff the money into her pocket and then, pausing once again, she
quickly peeled off a hundred dollars and returned the money and
wallet to where she had found it.

"Goodnight Alan," she whispered under her breath.

Then she was gone into the waiting night...

                               The End.

