Chapter 6

Jill lay there for nearly an hour, letting her mind slowly sort itself out, not wanting to rush her thoughts. Never having been so aroused or climaxed before in her life, the satiated young blonde was amazed that it took so long for her body to come completely down from such a high plateau of sexual stimulation. For nearly a half hour she felt little tremors and quivers of left-over passion deep up inside her plundered genitals and her warmly tingling breasts were still swollen and tender. Eventually a strange lassitude crept over her and she almost fell asleep.

It was only by exerting all of her will power that the tired young blonde forced herself back to full consciousness, knowing she had a lot to straighten out. The decisions she made in the next hour undoubtedly would have an enormous effect on the entire rest of her life.

Strange how clear her mind was. There was no lingering horror in her mind of the events of the last couple of hours, just a touch of disgust at Reagan's crudeness. She'd been fucked! Yes, fucked! It was possible to use the word now without the revulsion it had previously kindled in her. She'd been fucked-- she'd responded she'd cum! She was just like the rest of womankind, no longer in her special little world.

In a kind of detached awe Jill's mind returned to the incredible sensations she had experienced in her passion, the experiences Bob had promised her but that she had never had the courage to reach out for. Well, no wonder, she thought, it was like blowing up a dam and letting out the raging flood waters, or touching off the trigger of a bomb. A lot of destruction could be released along with the passion. How much easier and simpler life was without letting oneself be buffeted and tossed by the incredible waves of hunger and longing and lust that she had just been through.

Or was it easier? Jill thought to herself, her arms locked behind her blonde head, her eyes staring thoughtfully up at the ceiling. A tingling feeling in her breath made her conscious that they were being pulled tautly upwards and she let herself like it. Hadn't this savagery--this wantonness--been locked up in her all the time, seething just below the surface, the tenseness growing in her as the pressure built and built over the years. The only way to hold that waiting explosion in was to grow a thicker and thicker shell, like some of the tight, bitter old maids she had met. No, it was obviously better to let it all out, Jill thought, but God, not with Reagan! And his dog! If it could only have been her beloved Bob instead of her gross neighbor who had finally had her twisting and groveling and begging for more beneath his massive cock.

Yes, the young blonde thought to herself unhappily, that was the thing that really bothered her; her infidelity to her husband, the fact that she had given to another man something she had never given the man she married her completely abandoned self. It didn't even matter that she had been indirectly forced into her unfaithful act by Bob sleeping with Reagan's niece. It was her own lack of loving response to her husband that had driven him to another woman, and Jill knew she would never quite forgive herself. But she would try to make it up to him, she vowed. She would be the wife he bad always dreamed of and do her best to enrich his life, for now she had something new to give him. Her sensuality! It hadn't really existed before today, but now she knew she would never be the same again. She was a different person, a whole person, and could never imagine falling back into the old safe, dead life she had lived so long.

It occurred to the newly liberated young woman that she still probably had a lot to learn about her new awareness of sex and the first thing to do was to see what condition her equipment was in. Reagan had given her an awful pounding with that huge weapon of his, and she could not repress a little shiver from running over her flesh at the excitingly vile memory.

"Oww," Jill said as her fingers probed experimentally at her slightly swollen cuntal lips. She was a little more careful the next time, and found to her satisfaction that nothing seemed to be tom, just a little sore and tender. But her whole pussy area up between her legs was wet and slippery with Reagan's lewd sperm, so the young blonde got shakily to her feet and went into the bathroom to wash it off, thinking that if it were Bob's cum she would leave it on and let it soak its love-filled potency deep into her body.