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Authors name: Quiet One (quietone8591@yahoo.com)
Story title : Jill the Thrill

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Jill the Thrill (F/m-teen, exh, sub)
by Quiet One (quietone8591@yahoo.com)

***

A free spirited woman with a checkered past and a 
predilection for muscular young men discovers that giving 
herself over to a particularly virile young athlete can 
lead to a subservient yet fulfilling relationship.

***

Okay, I'm a cock whore.

No, really its okay. I've learned to come to grips with 
what I used to think was just kind of a weird fixation 
and what I now realize is something more fundamental to 
my sexuality. I guess I first began thinking about it 
when I was a teenager and I first started noticing boys. 
I was always kind of flirty and boy crazy and the boys in 
my school and my neighborhood were only too willing to 
return the attention. 

I saw my first male penis when I was about 14 or 15 and 
one of the boys at school was walking me home. We 
diverted our path into a wooded area and had one of those 
"you show me yours, I'll show you mine" moments that for 
him was kind of fun, but in my mind it was more 
transcendent (although I hardly realized it at the time).

As I grew older and began dating more frequently, I 
fantasized about boys at school. Some of the fantasies 
were those childish girlhood dreams of romance and 
passion, but unlike my friends, I was also curious about 
boys' bodies as well. 

Most of my thoughts were about older guys, 18 or 19 and 
most of them were either jocks at school or the otherwise 
rebellious types. Still, when I fantasized about a cute 
guy, I always found myself imagining the details of what 
he would look like without clothes. Was he muscular? Was 
he tanned or freckled? Did he have a nice, firm ass. And 
always, what did his penis look like?

As always, with my girlfriends, there was speculation 
about which of the boys we knew was particularly 
"gifted". We'd laugh and giggle about it but I suppose 
that by the time I entered high school, my friends had 
noticed my bringing the subject of dicks up in 
conversation a little too much. They used to joke about 
my being a "size queen".

A little about myself. My name is Jill and I'm about 5'6 
with shoulder length "dirty" blond hair. I don't have a 
particularly spectacular figure. My breasts are about 
medium size. Guys have always been drawn to my long legs 
and tight, round "bubble butt". I've always been blessed 
with a nice flat tummy, too and I've never been shy about 
showing off with bare midriffs, flirty little dresses or 
going braless.

At 16, I gave my first blowjob and I have to say that 
I've never considered giving head a chore or something 
particularly unsatisfying or degrading. The guy was 18 
and was really grateful that I was willing to suck his 
cock. I remember being fascinated by his erection and 
enjoying the prospect of stroking it with my hand and 
being close to it. I'd heard older girls complain about 
the taste of semen but it never was an issue with me. 

It sounds strange but I felt a certain sense of 
accomplishment when I was able to make my dates come 
(even though I later discovered it isn't very hard with 
most guys) and when that first blow job ejaculated into 
my mouth I remember thinking "so this is what it tastes 
like?" 

Even though I was pretty inexperienced, the guy seemed to 
be highly impressed. He hounded me for another date after 
that and I went out with him 4 or 5 times, each date 
ending with a blowjob in the back seat of his Chrysler 
before I eventually dumped him.

It was a scene I repeated on lots of Friday and Saturday 
nights during my teen years. Even though no one ever said 
anything to my face, my reputation as a "good date" 
insured my popularity with the boys at school and I began 
to view giving head as a good way to be sexually intimate 
with boys I like without running the risk of pregnancy. 
It never dawned on me that I might be getting 
shortchanged. 

Since most of my dates were older and had cars, my 
encounters with them usually involved a movie and a bite 
to eat afterward. Magically, they would announce that 
they had a cooler of beer in the trunk and would ask if I 
was interested in having a few drinks? My affirmative 
answer would lead to a drive into the country and several 
beers later after 15 or 20 minutes of necking, I'd find 
myself on my knees on the floorboard of the back seat, 
unbuckling his pants and diving into his underwear to 
fish out his erect, teenaged dick.

In a way, it made me feel powerful. At that moment, with 
his throbbing cock in my fingernail-polished hand, my 
soft, wet tongue running up and down the shaft, I 
could've gotten that poor boy to agree to just about 
anything. If I have told him to step out of the car naked 
and hand me his car keys, he would've done it. All for 
the dizzying prospect of another date with me and the 
chance to get his rocks off. If I've learned anything 
about men in my life it's that they're amazingly 
consistent.

Of course, most of them realized there wouldn't be a lot 
of suspense on a date with me. If I said "yes" to a date, 
more than likely I wasn't going to say "no" in the back 
seat.

And yes, I did get something of a reputation in high 
school. A few girls who didn't like the fact that I was 
being asked out by their boyfriends did write some unkind 
things on the bathroom walls and I did occasionally hear 
a snide remark in the halls ("so that's what she looks 
like standing up?" and "I'm amazed she's so thin with all 
the 'protein' I hear she swallows"), but it never really 
bothered my much. My close girl friends still hung out 
with me.

When I graduated from high school and went off to 
college, I had a little trouble adjusting to life on my 
own. I went to a large public land grant college with a 
reputation as a football factory. A couple of the guys 
I'd "dated" in high school went on to play football there 
and as a result, I got invited to a lot of parties. 

I was like a kid in a candy store. I'd never seen so many 
beautiful guys in my life and I really had to fight the 
urge to fuck them all. The bottom line is I didn't fight 
the urge very hard. I was the football team's mascot by 
the time the semester was half over. I lost my heart and 
my cherry to the team's starting quarterback and when he 
kept asking me to take part in kinkier and kinkier 
scenes, I went along to keep him interested.

We had sex almost nightly in his dorm room and although 
I'm convinced the athletic department staff knew what was 
going on, they never did anything. I'd be moaning and 
squealing loud enough for the whole floor to hear me and 
nobody ever said a word. Once, we had sex and somebody 
opened the door on us and left it open! My boyfriend 
never missed a beat bending me over his desk and fucking 
me from behind as members of the team stuck their heads 
in the doorway and watched.

I was a little weirded out when he coyly suggested I 
perform oral sex on other members of the team, but at a 
party one night in a drunken haze, I went along. My 
boyfriend took me to a fraternity house to the room of a 
gigantic, muscular defensive lineman named Chuck. I was a 
little nervous as I dropped to my knees and began to undo 
Chuck's pants. 

My boyfriend stood there and watched me, beer in hand, as 
I pulled out what I can only describe as the largest cock 
I'd ever seen. It was probably 10 inches long and 
(seemingly) as thick as my forearm. Unbelievably, Chuck 
was flaccid when I began touching and kissing his penis. 
After about 15 minutes of kissing, stroking and licking, 
his monstrous member began to harden and I began to 
fellate him. 

There was music playing in the room and I didn't hear the 
other members of the team walk in to observe us, but I 
remember looking up at my boyfriend at one point, only to 
see him surrounded by 6-8 beer swilling frat boys. Chuck 
was nonplussed. He reached down and gently pivoted my 
head back towards his crotch. "Come on, baby." He 
whispered. "Don't worry about them, this is just about 
you and me."

As anyone who has ever given a blowjob in front of an 
appreciative crowd of college boys can attest, I was more 
than a little stuck by the irony of that statement. But I 
went back to business, gently making love to this 
muscular man's enormous penis. 

I became kind of lost in the moment, transfixed on the 
beauty of the cock before me, the hot skin of its shaft, 
the smooth firm mushroom head. I licked and sucked 
feverishly, eventually relaxing my throat muscles enough 
to engulf the length of the throbbing dick into my mouth. 
I could feel the crinkly skin of his balls against my 
chin and his wiry pubic hair tickled my nose and lips. I 
ran my hands over his washboard abs and tightly muscled 
chest. 

He gently stroked my hair as I fellated him, softly 
urging me on with what I assume he thought was sexy talk. 
"Oh, baby, you're so good at this," he hissed, and "you 
look so pretty when you suck my cock."

My focus was not only giving this guy head, but turning 
on every boy in the room, my boyfriend included. Every so 
often I'd glance over toward the door to see my boyfriend 
in a slightly drunken state of shock and arousal, the 
outline of his erection clearly visible in his jeans. I 
smiled, Chuck's cock never leaving my mouth. "Mmmm," I 
moaned to hoots and catcalls from the gathered frat boys. 
"Mmmmm... I just love sucking cock. I just don't think 
one's going to be enough!"

The room erupted into cheers. A few girls had wandered by 
to see what all the fuss was about.

"Omigod," I could hear one of them say. "There's some 
slut in that room giving a blow job in front of 
everybody. Let's go watch!"

They pushed their way through the crowd of guys to watch 
the action. "Reinforcements," somebody yelled as the boys 
laughed. But these girls weren't there to join me. They 
were there to make sure everybody knew they were "good 
girls" unlike me. And fueled by an abundance of beer, 
they let loose with a running commentary on the 
floorshow.

"Hey bitch, you like suckin' that cock, don't you?" one 
girl called.

"You little slut, you're gonna be here all night suckin' 
these guys aren't you?"

"Why don't you get naked and let 'em fuck you in the ass 
while you're handing out blow jobs, honey?"

"Hey slut, what's your name? I might call you up to blow 
my boyfriend too and get him off my ass!"

There was laughter all around. I looked up, both hands 
grasped around Chuck's penis. "How do you know I haven't 
blown your boyfriend already?" I said, smiling.

That got the room howling. I leaned down and slid my 
hands under his ass, cupping his rear end and pushing him 
up to my mouth. Taking in his saliva-slicked member, 
Chuck groaned and began to ejaculate into my mouth. I 
took his load into my mouth and savored it, sticking out 
my cum-soaked tongue to let them see the spectacle of his 
orgasm sliding down my throat.

"Whose next?" I called.

I probably gave seven or eight blowjobs that night, 
including my boyfriend at the very end. He told me how 
incredibly turned on he was to see me service all those 
men.

After that, the guys on the football team came up with 
all kinds of cute little nicknames for me, like "Jism 
Jill" or "Jill the Thrill". My reputation as kind of a 
sex freak started to circulate on campus, but it didn't 
really bother me as long as it didn't bother my 
boyfriend. As long as he was getting his dick sucked, he 
didn't seem to care.

My senior year, I got a call from one of the assistant 
athletic directors at the university. He wanted to know 
if I'd be interested in coming to work as an 
administrative assistant in the recruiting office. For 
public purposes, I'd be working for one of the assistant 
coaches, but he let me know that in reality, it was a  
wealthy alum who ran the department and ultimately, I'd 
be taking my orders from him. He arranged a meeting with 
the alum and I was curious as to just what kind of job it 
would be.

The alum, a software millionaire in his mid thirties was 
very attractive and let me know my primary job would be 
working with recruits. After about 30 minutes of 
conversation, I began to understand what they were 
asking. They wanted to bring these young guys into town 
and have me show them around, take them to parties and 
show them a "good time". If a good time meant the recruit 
got laid, they didn't want to know about it, but it 
didn't bother them. I'd get paid a bonus for every 
recruit that signed a scholarship. Ultimately, the 
athletic department was going to pay me to fuck teenaged 
boys.

"Wait a minute." I said. "What makes you think I'd go 
along with something like this? How did you decide to 
approach me about this?"

"Jill," he said "First of all, you're a very beautiful 
young woman. Second, you've been on your knees with your 
face buried in the crotch of half the football players at 
this university. You love jocks and you love having sex 
with jocks. This is the perfect opportunity for you."

Hmm, I thought to myself, I'll be paid to suck the dicks 
of cute guys, something I've been doing anyway. It took 
me 10 seconds to think it over.

"Okay, I'm your girl." I said.

For the next year, my job was giving blowjobs and "show 
fucks" to 18-year-old studs. Most of them were so full of 
themselves it didn't take much to drive them wild. I had 
a standard routine with most of them. They'd arrive in 
town and I'd pick them up to show them around. Usually, 
it was dinner at a nice restaurant (I had an athletic 
department credit card), followed by drinks (local club 
bartenders never carded anybody with me) and a little 
"dirty dancing" at a club. 

At some point in the evening, I tell the kid how I was 
really trying to give up smoking. Then after drinking and 
dancing, I'd drive him back to his hotel. In the car, I'd 
tell him I was having a "nicotine fit" and really needed 
something to stop my cravings. I'd pull the car over, 
slide my hand over his crotch and in my steamiest voice 
ask him "if he had anything I could suck on to stop my 
cravings?"

Sometimes I'd find a secluded spot and fellate him right 
there in the car. Sometimes we'd drive back to his hotel. 
A couple of times I went back to the hotel only to find 
our star recruit was sharing a room with three or four of 
his high school buddies. I usually wound up having sex 
with all of them.

The only complication to all of this appeared a few 
months ago when I was introduced to a star recruit named 
Billy. My jaw practically hit the floor the first time I 
laid eyes on him. He was about 6'2" and 215 or 220lbs 
with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and the cutest 
little butt I've ever seen (and I've seen a lot of them). 

His face was to die for, like a Greek statue with a 
chiseled jaw and flowing locks of sandy blonde hair. He 
was kind of quiet, not loud and boisterous like many of 
the others, but you could tell by the way he carried 
himself that he had a lot of confidence. I got the 
impression Billy knew he could take care of himself both 
in the back alley and in the bedroom. I started making 
immediate plans to test his performance in the latter.

Our first date was pretty standard, dinner, a tour around 
the campus and a couple of nightspots. I couldn't help 
noticing the reaction of some of the co-eds as I moved 
with Billy through the crowd. Their eyes locked in on him 
and wouldn't let go. A few moved in and asked him to 
dance within seconds of my getting up to go to the ladies 
room and although he enjoyed the attention, he didn't 
bite. I half expected him to be covered in drool when I 
returned.

As we left the last club of the evening, my eye caught 
site of a pair of really cute little brunettes slipping 
their phone numbers into Billy's back pocket. I also 
noticed their hands lingering on his bottom for an 
embarrassingly brazen length of time. These girls knew a 
good thing when they saw it and they weren't about to let 
an opportunity pass.

I decided to dispense with the act and simply invite 
Billy back to my apartment for a few drinks and whatever 
else I could dream up. As we got in the car in the 
parking lot, we necked briefly and sparks started flying.

Back at my place, we had a couple of glasses of wine and 
chatted amiably. He was really charming for his age and 
when I leaned over to kiss him, he slid over next to me, 
laid me back on the couch and began kissing me more 
aggressively, his hands running caressing my breasts and 
ass.

I began to whisper sweet little moans of pleasure in his 
ear. I had plans of launching into something of a little 
"mind fuck" just to get him all steamed up and take 
control of the situation, but it was Billy who quickly 
took control. For an 18-year old, he was incredibly 
smooth and experienced.

"Mmmm, baby" he cooed. "Do you like it when I kiss you?"

"Yeah."

"What else do you like?" he whispered. "Tell me what you 
want me to do?" I played shy and giggled. "C'mon." he 
said. "Tell me what happens next."

"I want to see that beautiful body of yours." I said. 
"Stand up and let me watch you strip for me."

He stood up and walked a few steps away. I lay there on 
the couch, hair disheveled and blouse half unbuttoned. I 
watched in rapt amazement as this young stud began 
undressing before me. When his shirt slid up over his 
head I was treated to a beautifully muscled and tightly 
defined chest with a stomach you could bounce a quarter 
off of. I squealed with delight as he reached for his 
belt, unbuckling, then unbuttoning the front of his 
skintight jeans.

"Whoooo!" I cheered. "Take it off, baby. Show me what I'm 
ridin' tonight." Slowly, in a very sexy way, he slid his 
jeans down over his hips, pushed them to the floor and 
stepped out of then. For a brief moment, he stood there 
in white cotton boxers, the outline of his penis clearly 
visible. I clasped my hand over my mouth and looked at 
him. He was every girl's wet dream, a vision of male 
sexuality hot enough to make my pussy pulse. I wanted him 
bad. He started to remove his underwear but I stopped 
him.

"No, no, let me." I said. "I want to take them off."

I leaned closer and ran my hand over the outline of his 
dick. It was big and I wanted to see what it looked like. 
I'd been up close with a lot of cocks in my life and this 
one was calling my name. I hooked my fingers in the 
elastic band of his shorts and slowly pulled down. The 
cotton pulled back to reveal what I considered to be the 
most beautiful penis I'd ever seen, in a semi erect 
state, draping from a thick, curly nest of pubic hair. It 
wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen but it was perfect, long 
and very, very thick. Maybe seven inches or so but smooth 
and wide, ending in a bulbous cockhead that looked like 
it was made to suck.

I kissed across his abdomen and around his thighs, 
rubbing my cheek against his skin. Gently, he caressed my 
hair and teased me.

"What do you think, Jill?" he said. "You think you can 
have some fun with this?"

"My God, you're perfect." I whispered. "I could have an 
orgasm just looking at you. I just want to suck you and 
fuck you forever." I leaned down and began licking his 
dick with my tongue. I used my thumb and index finger to 
lift it and run my tongue down the underside, nuzzling 
his balls with my lips and kissing around his sac. I 
looked up to see him staring down at me, gently taunting.

"Go ahead, suck me." He smiled. "You want to take me in 
your mouth, don't you? You want to feel me harden against 
your tongue. I know you want to please me, baby. Show me 
what a sweet little cocksucker you are."

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I pushed him 
down on the bed and knelt beside his body. Leaning over, 
I gently laid his penis back against his rock hard tummy 
and resumed licking the underside. With each lick, I 
could feel his member getting harder and harder as it 
grew, the veins standing out in bold relief against the 
shaft. I engulfed his entire length in my mouth, deep-
throating him down until my lips buried themselves deep 
in his pubic hair.

"Oh yeah." Billy hissed. "You like that, don't you Jill? 
You've been thinking about sucking my cock all night. You 
couldn't wait to take my hard dick down your throat."

I looked toward his face, Billy's luscious dick buried 
deep in my mouth and moaned softly. I pulled my face away 
from his crotch to confess to him. "I couldn't wait to 
get you naked, baby. I'm your private slut. Anytime, 
anyplace, anywhere. If you want a blowjob, I am so there. 
Just call me on the phone and I'll be on my knees in 
front of you. Your dick tastes so good, I just want to 
suck it all the time."

I leaned down to continue swirling my tongue around the 
head of his cock. His cologne mingled with the musty 
smell of his crotch and I found it wildly intoxicating. 
My mouth watering, I took the length of his penis into my 
mouth and bobbed up and down on his rigid member. I could 
taste the slightly bitter twinge of his pre-come on my 
tongue. I ran my hands along his magnificently muscled 
stomach and hips. We were both getting into it, but my 
pussy was tingling. I wanted him in me. Bad.

"C'mon, Billy," I whispered. "You want some pussy, don't 
you? Why don't you show me what you can do with that 
beautiful cock of yours."

"How do you like it, Jill?"

"Why don't you start out fucking me from behind? Then we 
can move to whatever feels good."

In a flash, Billy slid out from underneath me and quickly 
knelt behind me as I moved forward on all fours. I could 
feel his dick slide between my legs and slap up against 
my pussy. I reached down and stroked him, gently sliding 
his hot, hard flesh against my protruding clit. The 
sensation was electric and I found myself using his tool 
to work myself into a frenzy. This was heaven and we 
hadn't even started fucking yet!

"Oh baby, that feels so good." I moaned. "Unh...unh...how 
can a boy get me so hot? God, I just love fucking you... 
mmm, you're gonna make me!" My body tensed as my brain 
spun out of control. It was my first orgasm of the 
evening but I sensed it wouldn't be my last. My arms 
relaxed and my head and shoulders drooped to the bed. 
With my ass still sticking up in the air, I could feel 
Billy pull back, then I could feel the head of his rock 
hard battering ram against my labia. I waited catching my 
breath.

"C'mon, honey," he laughed. "You ready to ride?"

He didn't wait for my answer, but plunged the length of 
his hot, thick penis into my pussy. I gasped for breath 
as my entire body pulsed with pleasure. He owned me at 
that moment and he knew it. I was his plaything, his boy 
toy, his wet dream. I sensed the dynamic of the 
relationship changing, but I pushed it out of my mind. 
All I could think of was how I was going to make Billy 
keep fucking me and giving me more mind-numbing orgasms.

I could feel Billy's pole, lubricated by our mingling 
juices sliding in and out of me. The intense ripples I 
was feeling were great, but I wanted to change positions. 
I wanted to face him while he fucked me.

"Baby, I want to turn around," I said. "I want to watch 
you while you fuck me."

He pulled out and I flipped over on my back, hiking my 
legs into the air and spreading wide for him to enter me 
again. He looked so beautiful, muscular, light beads of 
sweat on his forehead and chest, and that cock. It was 
big and hard and pointed right at me. He grabbed it in 
his left hand and guided it into the folds of my cunt. 

The sensation of his entering me the second time felt 
just as good as the first. As he leaned over and began 
thrusting into me, I reached up and wrapped my arms 
around his neck. I placed my feet against that marvelous, 
rock hard ass and helped push him deeper and deeper into 
me. He didn't need the help, but it felt really, really 
good.

We kissed, our tongues dancing around each other. With a 
steady rhythm, Billy pushed into my pussy, each stroke 
sending electric shocks through my body. He laid down on 
top of me but continued his powerful thrusts. The feeling 
of having this gorgeous, muscular young stud on top of 
me, pounding, each push sending me deeper into the 
mattress was indescribable. I crossed my ankles, locking 
my long legs behind his back.

"Oh, Billy," I whispered in his ear. "You fuck me so 
good. I've never had another man fuck me like you. Feel 
how wet my pussy is? That's 'cause you turn me on so 
much. C'mon, stud, give it too me! Come on and shoot your 
load deep inside me! I want to feel your come."

Billy increased his pace and looked straight ahead. "Oh, 
yeah," he hissed. "I've been savin' it up for you, Jill! 
You're gonna feel a tidal wave in your cunt! God, you're 
such a hot, little bitch. I'll bet you've laid some pipe 
in your past, huh?"

"You know it, baby. I've fucked lots of guys, but nobody 
like you. God, you're a fuckin' machine! With a piston 
for a cock!" I wrapped my self tightly around him as I 
felt his body tense. My head felt like it would explode 
as another orgasm wracked my body. I could feel him 
ejaculate into my pussy and that familiar, musty smell of 
semen filled the bedroom. 

The pace of his thrusts slowed as my body heaved with 
each breath. Billy pulled out of me and crawled forward, 
placing his still rigid cock near my head. I opened my 
mouth and watched as he used both hands to milk 3 or 4 
more spurts of semen out of his slickened cock and on to 
my waiting tongue. Long strands of fluid dripped from his 
penis to my face as he rubbed his organ across my face 
and lips. I reached under him and ran my hand across his 
ass. That ass! God, it even felt good.

I looked up from a post-orgasmic haze to see Billy 
smiling, one hand around his cock, the other rubbing his 
chest.

"Jeez, you're a freaky bitch," he laughed. "That's cool, 
though. I ain't never had nasty sex like that before. I 
think I like it."

Yeah, I bet he liked it. But not as much as me. I 
convinced Billy to stay for three more days at my 
apartment before driving back to his hometown. We spent 
most of our time together naked and fucking. He was 
unbelievable.

When he left and went home for the summer, I kind of went 
off the deep end. I called him constantly and made the 
three-hour drive a couple of times just to see him. His 
parents don't know about me, so he basically had to sneak 
out of the house at night for us to have sex. A couple of 
times I'd drive down to see Billy, meet up with him, give 
him a blow job in the back seat and then drive back home. 
I was addicted to his cock.

Billy enrolled at the university in the fall and quickly 
became the new stud football player on campus. We still 
see each other but he makes it clear to me that I'm not 
the only girl he's sleeping with. He's fucked one of the 
cheerleaders and even had sex with a pert little redhead 
whose one of the leaders of the Baptist Students Union. 

Billy joked that she was little miss straight arrow, but 
once he got her naked he practically had to peel her off 
the ceiling. He's trying to talk the two of us into a 
three-way with him, but so far she's not ready for that 
yet. I'm not so squeamish, though. I'll do anything to 
experience Billy's cock... and he knows it.

END

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