I
Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-coloured hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet – a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a superbly formed bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.
Her breasts complemented her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, with coral-coloured areola, tipped with rose-coloured cone shaped nipples, which would swell to considerable proportions when aroused – which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple.
When she looked at naked body in the mirror, Jill would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, resting on her furry friend. She would touch her clitoris lightly with he middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her belly. Between her thighs, her plump vulva with the inner labia peeping out, her long legs, perfectly shaped with pretty ankles, completed the picture. No wrinkles anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. She was very proud of her body – with every reason. It was perfect.
Wherever she went, men turned their heads. She was the envy of all her friends, and the centre of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to make love to her. Jill was aware of this. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks.
It made her first husband jealous to think that she returned their envious looks. He often threatened to beat the beauty from her face should he find her returning their looks. So she was careful which men she smiled at.
To look at Jill, you wouldn’t think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them looking at her with desire in their eyes, one of her tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say ‘Sorry! I know you’re dying to have me – but I’m not available.’
Her innocent face belied her sexual appetite and her experience of men. If only they knew how much she adored the penis – the feel of it penetrating her most secret treasure – they would have been less reticent at chatting her up.
Of all the perfect parts of her body, none were more so than her vulva. Jill knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming it. She admired the soft pubic hair, it’s coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy.
The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in colour, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to her sensitive passage of delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smoother. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.
Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it’s not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very centre, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion.
II
It was the music teacher at college who recognised her natural singing abilities and persuaded her to take up private lessons. She became an accomplished soprano and, now she was eighteen, she could audition to join the local, operatic society. The audition went well and she joined the chorus for Pirates of Penzance, enjoying the companionship. Although made welcome by most others in the group, there were a few unfriendly women. It was only jealousy, she was told. She looked years younger than her age, being such a frail-looking, artless young woman. Most members took to her.
She soon found out that the female leading singers tended to get a crush on their male counterparts. It was the fundamental nature of romantic musical comedies. Most leading men enjoyed the attentions of their leading ladies, some ending in permanent relationships. The chorus members took pot luck, but were just as predatory!
It was during this, her first production, that an older member of the chorus, Jim, who gave her a lift in his car to rehearsals, cheated her into masturbating him. Although no stranger to the penis – she had two brothers! – Jill was innocent of their potential. By this event she was to become completely bewitched by cocks. Jim had promised to get her a principal role in the next musical production if she was good to him. Being good meant slipping her hand into his trousers and jerking him off in his car.
After leaving rehearsal, he would park in a quite lane, switching off the engine. Putting his arm round her shoulder, he told her that she was very beautiful and one day she would be a star. But she required a little more experience of life. Until then she would remain in the chorus line. She must learn how to handle other people and look after her self-interest. As he chatted to her, he would take her hand in his and guide it to the stiff cock that he had released from his trousers. Looking down, Jill examined the stiff shaft in the half-light. It was certainly bigger than her brothers. It was squat and thick, warm and responsive.
As she jerked it up and down, guided by him, watching the magical foreskin slide up and down the head, she eventually allowed Jim to slide his hand up her skirt, his fingers touching her furry friend, now awash with her private honey. He certainly knew how to stimulate the pretty folds and touch up the secret button that opened the tap of her juices, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.
Jill began to look forward to these sessions. At first, she wasn’t very good at masturbation, but with a little coaching by Jim, she became more expert. It was also her first experience of sperm. She was impressed by the way he grunted as his loins jerked in spasms. She marvelled at the way his penis ejaculated in short spurts, all over his hairy belly and her hand. She dabbled her fingers in the warm pool of white liquid. And, although he had no hand in her getting the singing part, he did leave her with an appetite for cock.
It eventually crossed her mind that married men were the ones more likely to keep their mouths shut. She’d feel safe having brief affairs with them. Fear of their wives discovering their indiscretions would guarantee their silence.
III
Her first real sexual action was with her leading man. Until then, however, Jill had been felt by other members of the society and managed to get her hands on their cocks.
The first was during the after-show party of that very first musical she appeared in. It was a warm spring evening and the days were beginning to lengthen. The party was held on the outskirts of town in the large rambling house of a member of the society. Jim had brought her in his car, stopping on the way for Jill to jerk him off for the last time, though she had decided she wouldn’t let him feel her on that occasion. Even so, it left her feeling randy.
When they arrived, the party was in full swing. These after-show parties were where you really got to know people. Rehearsals were reasonably social occasions, but you could never really mix with others all the rehearsal work to do. Jill was a centre of attraction by many of the men, being made very welcome in their group. Little did they guess that her loins were boiling over with lust.
To cool off, and to escape the heat of the room, Jill went strolling in the grounds in the evening dusk for some air. She was approached by Don, the stage manager, with a glass of wine in his hand.
Don had always admired Jill’s innocent beauty, speculating about her nakedness, as he stood in the wings of the theatre watching her on stage, longing to fondle her slender virgin body. She was really lovely! Seeing her walk alone down the garden, he decided to join her.
