On November third, Jill Landon was the happiest girl in the world.
It was her birthday. She was nineteen now, and Jill was excited because she was that much closer to the magic age of twenty-one.
Like most young girls, she had a lot of dreams for the future. She couldn't wait to be twenty-one with a fantastic body and an apartment of her own and the big-girl freedom to fuck lots and lots of exciting men.
When her mother saw her all bubbly and excited, she figured her daughter was simply happy. But her eyes had worry lines as they traveled over, Jill's tight white shorts and open-necked shirt.
"Darling," she said, "Don't you like the dresses I bought you for your birthday?"
Jill was standing at the window, daydreaming about her future sex-pad. She turned to her mother, who was sitting on the sofa. "Sure," she murmured. "They're nice."
"Nice? Why, I think they're very pretty. You don't seem very pleased."
Jill sighed, and her mother was dismayed to see that a mere sigh made her, daughter's big ripe tits strain at the V of her shirt.
Such big pointed tits for such a young girl!
She was tempted to bring up the subject of bras again, but decided to keep the peace and say nothing.
"I'm pleased," Jill was saying. "But they're awfully long dresses."
"But that's the new style, darling," her mother said.
"I don't care," Jill pouted. "I like short dresses and miniskirts."
Her mother sighed, wearily. Then she put on a weak smile and said, "I understand, dear. You're going through a phase."
Jill lost all control. "Oh, Mother," she cried. "I wish you wouldn't talk to me like I was a child. I'm not a baby anymore. And I'm not going through a phase. I'm me! I have a nice figure and I'm proud of it. So do you! If you only knew it!"
"Jill!" her mother yelled. "I will not have you talking that way to me! It's indecent!"
Jill realized she'd stepped into dangerous territory. She went to her mother and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"I'm sorry, Mother," she said.
"Let's not argue again," her mother said. She got to her feet. "I think I'll go next door and visit Mrs. Parker for a while."
Jill went to the window and watched her mother go next door. There was quite a swing to the woman's ass. Jill grew curious.
I wonder what she does when she gets horny, she wondered. Can a woman live without fucking? Maybe she doesn't really go to the movies once a week. Maybe she goes out to get laid. I'll bet that's it! I'll bet she goes to a bar and picks up some stud and gets her rocks off with him. Poor Mother! She could be so beautiful if she wanted to be.
Jill heaved a sigh and remembered her new dresses. "Some present," she murmured. "They hide everything I've got."
But Jill had another present coming – a surprise.
Someone knocked on the back door, and Jill pranced into the kitchen. She pulled the door open. "Why, hello, Mr. Parker." He was a nice old guy, tall and thin.
"Hello, Jill," he said, entering the kitchen with her. "Your mother's with Edna, so I thought I'd bring this over." He held out a white box. "Happy birthday!"
"Oh!" Jill squealed.
Too excited for words, she put the box on the table and quickly raised the lid. She knew old Mr. Parker liked to eye her as she walked by his house, but she didn't really know where his mind was until she opened that box.
Lifting the tissue paper, her blue eyes went wide on a set of sheer black bikini undies. Two wisps of transparent silk. A teeny-weeny bikini bra and teeny-weeny bikini panties.
"Oh, they're darling!" Jill exclaimed, touching the dainty things.
"I saw them in a magazine ad and thought of you right away," the old man said.
Jill turned to him and cooed, "Why, thank you, Mr. Parker."
She was so pleased, and he was looking at her so hard, that she decided to give the old guy a special treat.
"You nice man," she purred. She stepped up to him and slipped her arms up around his neck. She got on tiptoes and pressed all her goodies against him and gave his mouth a nice warm kiss.
Holding her belly tight against his suddenly stiffening hard-on, she arched her back so he could see the sharp thrust of her tits in the open V of her shirt. She was hoping he'd get bold and, maybe, feel her up a little. But just when he might have, the front door opened.
"It's Mother," Jill whispered. She grabbed her new present from the table.
"I'll just slip out," Mr. Parker whispered back.
Jill flashed a special smile and said, "Bye. And thank you!"
She hid the box behind her back and sauntered into the living room. Her mother was in the recliner.
"I thought you were visiting Mrs. Parker," Jill said.
"I borrowed her new book," her mother explained, and proceeded to read.
Jill slipped into her bedroom. Poor Mother, she thought, always reading Mrs. Parker's Gothic novels.
Jill didn't like them. It frustrated her that the books always skipped over the best parts, just when the helpless girl in the story was captured in a dark place by a dark man and should be getting fucked.
She opened her new present on the bed and quickly stripped naked to try them on. She knew she'd have a problem hiding them – all her clothes were so revealing. Her mother would spot the sexy little bra in a minute.
Suddenly, she giggled. She knew exactly what to do.
When she came out of her bedroom a few minutes later she looked adorable in one of her new dresses.
Her mother looked up and smiled. "Now that's better," she said. "Now you look like a good Christian girl should look."
"I'm gonna go out for a while," Jill said.
"All right, dear. Have fun."
"I will."
She went out the back way and walked straight to the Parker basement. Old Mr. Parker was always in the basement working on his hobby.
Jill eased the door open and saw the man at a big table.
"Mr. Parker?"
"Why, Jill," he said, surprised to see her. No girl had ever come into his basement before.
Jill moved under the dim light and cooed, "I thought you'd like to see your nice present."
The old man swallowed hard as the pretty young girl unzipped her dress and let it fall around her feet.
"There," Jill said, posing for him, "aren't they precious? You can see right through them." She looked down at her luscious tits, each one poking cutely from a little black triangle. "Even my nipples show."
Old Parker made a groaning sound.
Jill spread her legs and thrust her cunt-mound forward. "You can see through the panties, too," she said.
She held her seductive pose as the old man stared at her pussy, pouting in another small triangle.
"And look here," she cooed. She turned her back to him and bent over. "My bottom shows right through."
Parker made a noise that sounded like, "Arrrgh!"
Jill faced him and saw why he was making funny noises. He looked like he was on the verge of a heart attack. He was deathly pale and shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"Oh, you poor man," Jill sighed. "I've got you all excited, haven't I? Here, you'd better sit down…"
She urged the gasping man into a wooden chair. Then she smiled at him and said, "I know what you need."
With a little giggle of excitement, she peeled her panties down and left them on the floor. Then she sat on his thighs, facing him. She let him watch her hands smooth over her straining tits. Her fingers curled into one black triangle, and she stretched it away from her jutting young tit.
"Here," she purred, pushing her pink nipple into his mouth. "This will make you feel better."
When he was mouthing her tit hungrily, she reached between them and felt his hard-on. Unzipping his fly, she said, "Now you just relax and let Jill take good care of you."
She released his cock and held it in her hand. It was as skinny as he was, but stiff.
"What a poker you have," she giggled.
Laughing sensuously, she raised her ass up and maneuvered her juicy young cunt hole onto his throbbing old boner.
"How long it is!" she said as his cock came streaking into her cunt-tunnel.
She locked her hands behind his neck and, using her feet for leverage, fucked her pretty young pussy frantically on his stiff cock. She threw her head back and moaned constantly as her pink nipple throbbed in his mouth and her squishy cunt rode up and dawn his womb-splitting prick.
"Ohhh, Mr. Parker!" she panted hotly. "Why didn't you tell me you were such a nice man? Oooo, your cock is so long!"
She slipped her tight cunt down the full length of his prick and mashed her pubic hair into his. Holding his dick completely imbedded in her twat, she slowly humped her hips.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "Your cock head is fucking my womb! Oh, oh, ohhhhh, how good… mmmmm!"
After just a few more humps of her pussy, Jill gasped and shuddered. "Oh! Oh!" she squealed. "I'm gonna come! Fuck me! Ohhh, I'm coming!"
She wasn't alone. Parker's rigid prick, buried in her squirmy little cunt hole, was getting a head-job from her womb. He chewed on her delicious stiff nipple and growled as his cock spit savagely into her flooding cunt.
"Oooo," Jill cooed, feeling his dick exploding in her belly. She was breathless with passion, fucking her cunt wildly on his gushing prick. She moaned hotly, trembling and vibrating as she came and came on his erupting cock.
"Oh, my," she panted as the old guy sagged in the chair. "What a nice fuck. I've got to have a better look at your cock."
She got off him and dropped to her knees. She grabbed his bony prick and gave it a few licks with her tongue.
Eyeing it, she purred, "I don't think there's two cocks the same. Some curve, like yours. Some stick straight up. And some are thick and stumpy. They're all wonderful, but I think it's neat that they're not all alike. It gives sex a sense of mystery, because a girl just doesn't know what her next prick will look like."
Parker groaned, and Jill took his prick into her mouth. She couldn't get it all in – it was top long, but she had a good time sucking half of it. That left the lower half of his rigid cock shaft, free for her milking hand. Her other hand cupped his wrinkled sac of nuts. Her fingers danced over them, teasing them. Between her ball-tickling fingers and her cock sucking mouth, old Parker's nuts soon developed a whole new supply of cock cream for her.
When his bony hand settled on her head, Jill knew he was ready to bust his nuts. So she clamped her soft sexy mouth on his bulging cock head and thrashed it with her little pink tongue, while she jacked his cock shaft eagerly.
Her efforts were rewarded. The long straining dick gushed vicious torpedo shots of thick cum into her hot mouth. Jill moaned with pleasure, swallowing all his spurting jism and sucking for more. She was rubbing his big nuts vigorously, as if to force them to deliver more shots of burning jism. Old Parker was panting. His thin body was racked by spasms as his prick squirted a full supply of thick cum into the pretty girl's hungry mouth.
Jill sucked down every drop of his jism and licked away every last trace from his quivering dick. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "I like to fuck, but there's nothing like sucking a man's cock."
"Gahhh," Parker gasped, and slumped in the chair. Jill leapt to her feet in alarm.
"Mr. Parker!" she gasped. "Are you all right?" To her utter amazement, the old geezer jumped to his feet and bellowed, "All right? Why, young lady, I've never felt better! It's been years since I had a piece of ass like you. No wonder I've been withering away! A man needs cunt, God damn it, fresh young cunt!"
"Mr. Parker!" Jill gasped, startled by his outburst.
He chuckled and grabbed her around the waist. Mauling her jutting round tits, he said, "You've saved my life, girl! Because of you, I feel twenty years younger. You sweet little cocksucker, you! Do you feel my cock getting hard against your leg? I can fuck you all day, you horny little cunt. I'm alive! I'm reborn! I can still fuck!"
"Golly!" Jill gasped, "Maybe I should be a nurse when I grow up."
"Come here, you juicy young bitch," he said. He took her by the wrist and pulled her to his work table. "Lie across there on your tits," he said.
Puzzled, Jill bent over the table. She peered back over her shoulder and asked, "What are you going to do to me?"
"I've been watching your cute little ass wiggle past my house for two years," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck it like I've always wanted."
Using his thumbs as wedges, he stretched Jill's curvy ass cheeks apart and, with a grunt and groan, planted his cock head in her asshole.
"Oh!" Jill cried. "I think I've unleashed a wild animal!" And when his rigid cock speared into her bowels, she panted, "Oooohhh, you naughty man."
Old Parker chuckled with delight as he held her slim hips steady and fucked his thin dick in and out of her cock-choking asshole.
After the first few strokes of his long dick, Jill moaned with pleasure. This prick wasn't as young as Ken Blake's, but because it was a hard one, it was just as nice as Ken's. It seemed to fit her shit chute perfectly, and Jill thrilled to feel it slip sliding in and out of her bunghole so pleasantly.
Her eyes closed, and she was smiling dreamily as she yielded completely to this nice ass-fucking. Her tits, crushed on the table, felt good, too. And when old Parker reached around to massage her quivery little clit as he screwed her tight ass, her pleasure was complete.
Oh, Mama, she thought as she twisted her hot ass on the ramming prick, you don't know what you're missing!