Jill Submits

Close to where they were living at the time was a small park where Jill often took her baby in the pram during fine weather for a morning stroll. It would usually get him off to sleep after his feed. She would take a book, sit on a bench in a secluded part of the park, and read for half-an-hour whilst the baby slept.

On a particular, warm sunny morning, she was sitting reading a book of erotic tales by Anais Nin. Deep into the story of illicit love and intrigue in the parks of Paris, Jill was brought back to reality by a voice interrupting her erotic thoughts

‘Er… excuse me… I wonder…?’

Jill looked up, raised her dark glasses to her forehead to see the young man standing in front of her. He was tall, slim, clean-shaven, with open-neck shirt and buff-coloured slacks. She remembered having seen him around several times. Jill tilted her head to one side and smiled at him. He was quite attractive, she thought.

‘I wonder of you’d mind me sitting with you?’

‘Why?’ she asked. ‘There are plenty of empty benches around.’

‘Well… I’d like a chat, that’s all. I’m rather lonely and… ‘

Jill thought this rather curious, but indicated the bench beside her. He sat down on her right. They looked in each other’s face. He looked earnest, with kind blue eyes and unruly blonde wavy hair.

‘What do you want to chat about?’

‘Oh… nothing in particular. I’ve watched you for several days now… and I think you’re very attractive.’ He blurted it out. Jill burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety.

‘Are you trying to get off with me?’

The young man blushed and stuttered. ‘Er… well, you look so peaceful, alone with your child, and me… well, I’m very shy and have no friends…’

‘What? No friends at all? Surely…’

‘No. And tomorrow I go to London with a new job, so unless I plucked up courage to talk to you today, I would never get another chance.’

Jill thought it all sounded innocent and honest enough. But still wondered at his real motive. She decided to ask him outright.

‘Why do you want to talk to me? I’m an ordinary housewife – may be even old enough to be your mother. A good-looking young man like you should have a girlfriend to keep you company.’

He laughed. ‘Me? No. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never had one. Never even kissed a girl.’

It was Jill’s turn to laugh. ‘My goodness. How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?’

‘Nineteen.’

Jill laughed again. ‘You really must be shy to have reached the age of nineteen and never even kissed a girl.’

‘They just laugh at me. Because I’m so shy and blush so easily’ he said, his cheeks turning scarlet. ‘You see what I mean.’

Jill laid her hand on his in a gesture of sympathy.

‘Yes, girls at that age can be very cruel. Never mind. One day, you’ll find a nice girl to care for you. And even kiss you.’ And on the spur of the moment she leaned across to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘Like that!’

He rubbed his cheek with his finger-tips. ‘And will she let me touch her, do you think?’

‘Why? How do you mean, touch?’

‘I’ve never touched a woman in my life, or been touched by one for that matter. Not where it matters, I mean. Except for my mother, of course, when I was very young.’

‘Hey, just a minute. Should we be talking together like this? Strangers? Talking about intimate physical contact?’

‘Perhaps because we are strangers gives me the courage to be open and honest with you.’

For some reason Jill never understood, after a quick look round to make sure there was no-one around, she took the young man’s hand in hers and put it down the top of her dress onto her left swollen breast, holding it there. She was feeling adventurous and wicked.

Lust was never far away from Jill’s thoughts at the best of times, and breast-feeding always increased her sexual desire. Having just fed her baby before taking her walk, and being absorbed in an erotic tale by Anais Nin, she was feeling warm and runny inside already. And the poor young man had never fondled a woman’s flesh. At nineteen! She felt sorry for him and daring! She’d soon put that right.

‘Is that where it matters?’ she smiled encouragingly.

With eyes opening wide, the young man was speechless. He was too stupefied to blush, gazing at his hand inside a woman’s dress – fondling her full breast. Although that’s what he wished for, it was certainly more than he could have hoped for.

‘Go on, feel it properly!’ she urged him.

He slid the palm of his hand into the bra, over the thick, swollen nipple, engorged with milk. He was in heaven. Jill smiled at his obvious unexpected delight. She looked down at his slacks. There was the telltale bulge against the right thigh. His penis was obviously aroused. She placed her palm over it lightly adding more astonishment to the young man’s face.

‘And is that where it matters?’ she asked, rubbing her palm lightly over the bulge. ‘It certainly seems to thinks so.’

The look of astonishment never left his face as, with her other hand, Jill slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress and unhooked the front catch of her bra, allowing the full breasts to swing free, the large nipples jutting out in all their glory. As she was doing this, she unzipped the front of his slacks, reaching inside to locate the stiff cock. After squeezing it gently, Jill eased it out of its confines.

‘There! I shall be the very first woman to touch your cock. Let’s take a look.’

As the young man feasted his eyes on her magnificent breasts, Jill studied the long stiff cock she was holding in her hand. A pool of liquid had gathered in the puckered end of the foreskin. She pulled the membrane back to allow the pearl to trickle down the underside of the shaft. Holding it between thumb and index finger, Jill studied the penis, as she gently slid the skin up and down.

It was, she guessed, regulation length of around six inches, though rather slender, with very pale skin laced with feint blue and vermilion veins. An elegant cock in fact. The head was pointed – not particularly large – and pink rather than vermilion. Speculating on the purpose of this stiff thrilling piece of man gave Jill those familiar, pleasant flutters in her loins. Being unused to this kind of attention, however, it soon became clear to her that the young man’s loins were beginning to boil over already, starting to twitch uncontrollably.

The young man had his eyes screwed tight shut, head thrown back and loins tense. He grunted and lurched as Jill bent her head over his lap to take the cock in her mouth in time to catch the first jet of sperm the cock spat out. With her lips gripping the shaft, she bobbed her head up and down on it in rhythm with her hand, taking several more spurts into her cheeks until the spasms finished.

With a contented smirk, satisfied that the eruptions had finished, she swiped her lips over the shaft as she withdrew it, sitting up with an impish look. Sperm trickled from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed the young man’s emission.

‘Quick! Put it back before anyone sees us,’ she urged him, swallowing his sperm, hooking her bra back in position, and buttoning up the dress as she stood.

The young man opened his eyes, looking dazed, hurrying to return the softening cock to its place inside the slacks. She smiled down at him.

‘There! Is that the kind of experience you’ve been missing?’ Then, taking his hand in hers, she steered it up the hem of her dress, into her knickers, pressing it against the soft sopping wet genitals. This was for her own pleasure rather than his. She needed to feel a man’s hand pressing against her swollen, sensitive vulva. She was desperate for cock!

‘Feel! Quickly!’

The clumsy hand fumbled against the slippery gash, encased in rough hair, with Jill rubbing it urgently up and down her crack, guiding his finger inside the passage, before she pulled away from him, smoothing down the dress.

‘Good luck with the new job,’ she muttered quickly, breathing heavily, pushing the pram away from the bench. She didn’t look round, but went straight home, where she put the baby to her beast and masturbated vigorously as her infant suckled her, until her stomach twisted and knotted into a tight peak before finally exploding, to give her a shattering release.

She hadn’t even asked his name.

III

Lying sideways on the grass, knees up to her chest, all her resolve vanished. Jill was not thinking of the young man in the park. Her only thought was to get her hand on this hard cock. She reached up the leg of Roger’s shorts to search for the stiff shaft she had touched on the outside. When her hand encountered the puckered end of the penis, filled to the brim with his juices, she decided that she must have time to examine this wonderful piece of manhood, designed for women’s delight.

Rolling over to face him, Jill pushed Roger on to his back and, kneeling beside him, quickly unclasped the waistband, unzipping the shorts. Leaning on one elbow, Roger’s right hand renewed its contact with Jill’s delicious labia, encouraging the flow of more personal honey, whilst his lips fastened onto her right nipple.

But Jill’s interest was fixed on the mighty cock that came into view in the dusk of the evening. She gasped with delight. It was bursting at full stretch, a good seven inches long with a pronounced sideways bend. She held it lightly with both hands, marvelling at its sheer arrogance and craggy beauty. No wonder Roger had lots of self-confidence. Here it was, in his shorts!

Roger was certainly proud of his cock. He shared it out around with as many women as possible! And none of them had complained about the quality. Apart from his wife, Delia, he had a very randy mistress whom he regularly shared with a friend in boisterous threesomes. His biggest boast was that could fuck and ejaculate three times without stopping or losing his erection.

The cock swelled out in mid-shaft, tapering to a point at the head. Heavily pronounced veins scattered across the surface, making it a rugged-looking piece of hard muscle, though the rim of the glans itself was not very pronounced, nor was it a particularly large head. Thinking back, as she studied it, Jill remembered having only once seen a similar shaped penis.

*****

Frank was her boss for a few months when Jill and Johnnie were going through some financial difficulties. Jill was a good professional secretary and her looks were a distinct advantage to Frank whose clients were only too pleased to look her up and down as she served them coffee in his office.

As usual in any office environment, sexual innuendo was rife, with the men lusting after the secretaries – and vice versa in some cases. It was soon made clear to Jill that her boss was hungry for her. When the rest of the staff realised this, they retreated from her, leaving the field clear for Frank. He was a handsome, distinguished-looking man in his late forties, Tall, clean-shaven, well dressed.

Jill wondered why he fancied her when his wife was an elegant lady with style, most men’s idea of a perfect sex partner. During one of those conversations in which Frank exchanged thoughts with her, Jill realised that he was not getting his conjugal rights at home. Sleeping in twin beds kept the married couple apart and his wife repelled his sexual advances until he felt that there was no purpose in trying any more.

‘She finds sex repulsive and nauseating,’ he told her. ‘She pampers her own body, soaking in the bath for ages. I’m sure she masturbates for her own pleasure – as I have to for mine.’ He smiled ruefully.

‘You should find yourself a mistress,’ she told him. ‘Someone to fondle you and take of your needs.’

‘How are you fixed?’

‘I’m already spoken for, Frank. There must be other women you know. Besides, it’s never such a good idea to mix business with pleasure. Though it often happens, I know.’

‘You have an extraordinary effect on me, Jill. The old testosterone glands work overtime as soon as I look at you.’

But Jill managed to keep him at bay, though furtively searching with her eyes for telltale bulges in his trousers. It was shameful to watch such a normally self-confident executive so desperate.

At Christmas time, as in offices all over the Western world, it was usual to end the year with an office party. The large reception area was turned into a nightclub atmosphere with lots of buffet food, wine and beer. Starting in the late afternoon, by early evening everyone was in party mood. Everyone, that is, except Frank, who was quiet and depressed. He had told Jill that the thought of spending several days without seeing her. Filled him with remorse.

Nothing Jill said could cheer him up. They were sat together in a small settee, whilst the rest of the staff were chatting in corners, or smooching to the dance music being played softly on a tape recorder. Lights were turned low to hide the indiscretions of the couples. Jill had seen one couple sidle away into an office, presumably for a more intimate embrace.

‘I’m off to the ladies,’ Jill whispered in Frank’s ear. ‘When I get back I’ll go straight to your office. Don’t you have some things to sign?’ And she disappeared into the lobby.

After two or three minutes had elapsed, Frank stood up casually, filled his wine glass and sauntered from the reception area, through Jill’s outer office, into his own. Only the desk lamp was lit, throwing a pool of light over the blotting pad. He went across to the desk, leaning his bottom against the edge, wondering what Jill had planned

He soon found out. The door open silently as Jill slipped quickly inside, closing it softly behind her, and standing with her back to it, turned the key. Facing Frank, smiling at him, Jill reached down to the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it to her waist. The look on Frank’s face was one of surprise and astonishment.

Jill had no underwear on, her bare thighs and waist, her spread of dark pubic hair, visible to his gaze. Without saying a word, Jill sidled towards him, hips swaying provocatively. When she got to him, Jill stood legs parted, took his left hand in hers to place it, palm up, against her vulva.

‘There! That’s what you’ve been wanting for absolutely ages, darling. Feel!’

As Frank gently squeezed her fleshy mound, warm and silky, Jill unfastened the buttons holding up her skirt, allowing it to shutter to the carpet. Next came the blouse. She was naked underneath that as well, now standing before him stark naked.

‘This is your Christmas Present,’ Jill told him, removing the glass of wine from his right hand, putting it onto the desk, before unhooking the fastening of his waistband, then lowering the zip fastener with skilful fingers. His penis was already rising to the occasion when she flipped it out of the confines of his underwear. His trousers and underwear were pushed down his thighs and over his legs to dangle from his ankles, giving Jill free access to his genitals.

Taking hold of the stiff cock in her right hand, she began fondling it to a full erection, whilst proffering the hard nipple of her left breast to his face, for him to suckle. Jill studied the manhood in front of her. It was a large specimen with a distinct upward bend giving it a boomerang shape she had never seen in any cock before. The head was like a ripe apricot with a pronounced rim that would thrill any vagina on entry. Jill thought it a shame that such a handsome piece of male equipment should be under utilised.

When he realised he wasn’t dreaming, Frank began to play with Jill’s slippery labia in earnest, rubbing the wetness over her hair-covered outer lips, stroking against the clitoris. The large fleshy vulva gave him an awareness and thrill he had almost forgotten. It was years since he had felt the secret of a woman. It was bliss! To slip a finger, then another, into the hot willing passage of soft folds was heaven!

But sexual abstinence over the years had reduced his ability to control his own physical emotions. Jill, gently stroking his cock, was encouraging his inner loins to tighten and flex in rapid succession. He began to panic. But Jill read the signs and held his cock hard against her groin as he shuddered to a climax of considerable power. His sperm flooded into her pubic hair, splashed across her belly, spilling over her thighs. Spurt after spurt gushed over her.

Jill rubbed the thick sperm vigorously against her clitoris and vulva, harder and harder, feeling the waves rising in her groin. Faster and faster, the sperm lubricating her fingers, until her thighs twitched and lurched, her loins exploded into a myriad of ecstatic sensations and blissful release.

They both panted for breath as the excited muscles gradually subsided.

‘My, my! What a deluge!’ Jill snatched the handkerchief from his top pocket to mop up the excessive amount of sperm swamping her belly and pubic mound.

‘That,’ said Frank, ‘was the finest Christmas present I’ve ever had. All I need now is to fill your fanny with my cock. Just to feel it inside a woman again.’

‘There’s nothing I’d like better, but I think we should draw the line at adultery, darling. Much as I would enjoy it myself. You have a fantastic piece of equipment there. It’s a shame to see it go to waste. I’ll take this hanky home to wash it for you. Can’t have your wife finding it.’

That was the only time Jill saw and handled Frank’s cock, though she had two or three times, allowed him the liberty of sneaking his hand up her dress to feel her wet vulva whilst standing at his side, taking notes with an unsteady hand.

When she left the firm Jill was sorry not to have sampled that magnificent penis again.

*****

‘Let’s fuck.’ Johnnie urged. ‘It’s want we both want.’

‘No! Mustn’t.’ she muttered thickly, concentrating on jerking his cock, rolling her tongue over the head. Much as she wanted to fuck with Roger, she wanted to retain some degree of loyalty to Johnnie.

Roger’s manipulation of her genitals, the clitoris in particular, was giving Jill some thrilling feelings. But she knew she must bring him off to avoid him forcing himself onto her. They were both growling with unbridled lust. As she felt the jerking and fluttering in his groin, Roger twisted himself round whilst lifting her right leg over him to place his head between her thighs.

‘Come on, lover,’ she muttered, ‘let’s see you spurt. I love to watch those jets of sperm shooting out. Give it to me.’

As Jill jerked his cock with enthusiasm, watching every twitch, Roger took the generous drooping labia between his lips, chewing on them eagerly, slipping his tongue into the wet passage, whilst rubbing his nose against the dilated clitoris. Jill’s manipulation of his cock was beginning to bring him to the boil. He felt the familiar stirrings in his loins, dragging at his groin, clenching in spasms, preparing for the final push. Then it came!

Jill was on cloud nine. Delicious feelings flickered through her whole belly, muscles beginning to tighten. She was aware of Roger’s agitation, twitching buttocks, jerking against her mouth. But the growing commotion in her body was swamping the conscious mind. A violent heave sent a jet of sperm into Jill’s hair. After watching the second and third, she put her mouth over the end, filling her mouth with sperm – then another, and another.

As she swallowed the delicious musky juices, Jill fell backwards, thighs trembling, to enjoy the tumult swirling through her entire being. Great waves of lust and desire swamped her completely. With insistent crawling fingers, she grappled her clitoris urgently to bring the agony to a sweet end. Every single orgasm came to her as a surprise, a new experience. Nothing else in the world matter to her when she reached this stage. Then the swell crashed over her, the delightful spray of release as she moaned and groaned her despair and delight. She was oblivious to everything except that supreme feeling of rapture.