Chapter 1

This is a spin-off from the series More Teachable Moments. I wanted to continue with Jill and her fall into the depths of her depravity. It may help to read those stories first to set up where Jill is in her quest to learn new things. Jill will learn more about exciting and extreme activities in the coming chapters, and this is her story.

Jill could not sleep; she was thinking about how much she had learned over the past few weeks. She knew she was well on her way to becoming a cum slut. She had sucked on Joe’s cock whenever she could. Joe was always willing to let her ‘practice.’ All she needed to do was ask him if he could help her practice, and all he had to do was point to his crotch for her to start sucking. Her mom and dad were okay with her sucking cock as well. She could practice in the living room while everyone was watching TV. It even felt almost normal, and she was even getting to love the taste and feel of cum. But she felt like something was still missing. She wanted more. More than sucking dick. She wanted something she could not put a finger on, something beyond the ordinary, less mainstream. Something exciting, even scandalous. She wanted to see if she could shock her parents. Maybe even give them a teachable moment.

Jill decided she needed to walk in the park to think about her options. Maybe the fresh air would give her some ideas. She put on one of her shortest skirts, no panties, of course, bra either. She had a button-down collared top, the top few buttons open, showing a promise of cleavage.

“Mom, I’m going to go for a walk. I will be back before supper.”

Her mom looked up at her and smiled. “Ok, dear, where are you going?”

“Just to the park.”

“OK, have fun.” June did not know just how much fun her daughter Jill would have at the park. Neither did Jill.

The afternoon was perfect. Not too hot, and the sun was shining. It was a good day for a stroll in the park. She started down the main path. This park had many beautiful tree-lined paths. Some were built like a sidewalk out of concrete, some just a gravel path, and still others a simple dirt trail winding through the woods. As Jill walked, she thought about what she could do for some excitement. She unbuttoned a few more buttons on her shirt. Her bits were still covered, but she was showing a lot of her breasts between the flowing gap in her shirt.

She met several people out walking, mostly couples. The guys would look intently until their girlfriends noticed what their boyfriend was doing. Jill wondered how many bruises she had caused that day from girls punching their guys to get their attention. She smiled at the thought that she was attractive enough for people to notice and desire her body.

She rolled her short skirt up two times. So that it barely covered her crotch in the front, and in the back, she could feel the breeze on her ass. She loved the attention she was getting from guys, and even some girls would look at her with a flash of jealousy or lust. She imagined that she could see desire in their eyes. As she walked, she took more risks. She unbuttoned her shirt completely. The sides still clung to her tits, hiding her nipples from direct view. She wanted to show off her belly button ring, she justified in her mind.

No one said anything cross to her. Several people said hi or good day, but no one told her to get dressed. There was one boy who was walking his Chocolate Lab. He could not look away. His dog jerked ahead of him, and his leash left the boy’s hands. Jill always loved dogs; she did not know why they could not have a dog, but the answer was consistently not now, maybe later. Jill saw the friendly dog bounding towards her. She put her hands down to protect her, not in fear but to keep from being bowled over, and the big dog just rubbed his head under her hands. He was a friendly dog and just wanted to be petted.

She scratched behind his ears. “What’s his name? What is he a lab?”

“Ah, his name is Brutus, and he is an AKC-registered Chocolate Lab.”

“Brutus, you like getting your ears rubbed, boy?” The dog was rubbing against Jill, trying to get her to rub him in the right place.

“Yeah, that’s almost his favorite place to get rubbed.”

Just then, Brutus got his head under Jill’s skirt. The poor mutt smelled something good. He took a big lick.

“Oooohhhhh,” Jill reacted to Brutus’s tongue.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over him.” The boy finally grabbed the leash and pulled Brutus back, managing to get a few inches between the beast and the girl.

“Oh no, it is quite all right. That’s what dogs do, isn’t it? Smell each other’s ass when they greet?”

“Ha, yeah, I guess you are right. Can you imagine if people did the same thing?”

“Yea, here let me smell your butt, I’m Jill.” Jill made a pantomime of sniffing at the boy’s butt.

“Ha, yea, that would be wild. I’m Billy” He made the same motion that Jill did and made it like he was sniffing her butt as well. He caught a glimpse of her pussy when he had his head down.

There was a dirt path trailhead right where they were talking. Jill thought about what she wanted earlier, and Billy looked like he could be fun. He was cute. “Billy, would you like to take a walk with me?” She motioned toward the lesser-used trail.

He looked at the girl he had just met. Brutus had moved her skirt up, exposing more of her pussy. She either had not noticed, or if she did, she was bothered to smooth it out. He could see the start of pussy lips under the hem of her skirt. Billy was not stupid, “Yeah, that sounds like fun.” He quickly replied.

They started to walk without speaking, side by side, Brutus healing at Billy’s left side. Jill walked with Brutus between them. Not to avoid him, but she wanted to touch and feel the glossy coat of the dog.

“So, how long have you had Brutus?”

“We got him when he was a puppy. Dad wanted to show him. You know he has won several shows.”

“Really? Wow. Do you still show him?”

“No, I don’t. Mom is his handler for the shows. With his championships and fame, Dad gets a pretty penny for breading him.”

“It sounds like your dad pimps out your dog,” Jill said with a laugh in her voice.

Billy looked at Jill funny but decided to laugh it off. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Bill looked at Jill. He could not take his eyes off of the nearly naked girl. As she walked, he could see her whole boob flashing from her open shirt.

“So, I have to ask, but I don’t see many if any, girls walking around her dressed like you are. Why do you?” He shrugged the question with hope that he did not screw this up.

Jill thought about what her mother and family had been teaching her. She thought about displaying herself correctly. “I like to show off,” she flashed a sexy but innocent smile that could fill a novel with the possibilities that Billy read into it.

“You mean you’re an exhibitionist? You like to be naked in front of people, strangers?”

“I think so. This is the first time I have done anything like this. So far, it has been enjoyable.”

“Nice, I like looking at you. Ah, could I like, you know, see more?” Jill noticed the bulge in the crotch of his pants. She wanted to see more as well.

They were in an isolated part of the park on a small trail; it had widened out to form a small opening, and there was a log bench to sit on beside the trail.

“I’m not so sure. What would you like to see?”

“I can pretend to be a photographer, and you will be the model. Just do what I say?”

Now, that sounded like fun to Jill. She had always wanted to be a naked model.

“Ok, let’s do it. What’s first?”

The two kids started to play; Billy was a photographer, and Jill was a model. Billy had her pull her shirt off her shoulder and look back at the camera. Billy had his phone out, and Jill could hear the sound it made like a shutter in an old-time camera. She knew he was taking pictures. That was okay with her. She was a MODEL, after all. “Oh, you want me to be that kind of model.” She smiled at him. She was hoping that he wanted her to get naked.

“Ok, take the shirt off and turn to me.” Jill loved the tone of his voice, and she turned, using her arms to cover her breasts, effectively hiding them from his view.