I spun around to find Him standing only a few steps behind me. “Are you ready to choose, little girl?”
Again, this was audible… He wasn’t in my head… I’d have no excuse, I was clearly making my own choice. I swallowed hard and took a step, this time towards Him.
“Yes, I am,” I replied, “I want You.”
One eyebrow raised, “I can end this here. The door you seek is to your left. All you need do is turn the knob and you’re free.”
Then, just like that, I could see the doorway out. Plain as day waiting for me now too.
“No, that’s not what I want… I want You.”
“Good girl, now come to me, my pet.” and I simply moved into His arms.
He held me by the shoulder with one and swept His cape about us with the other and my world spun wildly out of control then black.
When He removed the cape, we were back in my bedroom and I stood before Him naked. Not only in body, but in heart, mind, and soul.
He simply pointed towards the floor and I knew what He wanted. I sank quickly to my knees as He freed His cock, holding the it before my face. I greedily engulfed it with my mouth taking it in in its entirety. I relished the sensation of His growing arousal as my tongue stroked it erect and soon found my hunger growing with His and as I began feasting on Him… taking Him deeply down and pulling back again leaving only the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around, tasting the precum from the tip, then plunging back down once again.
Shortly, He took my head in His hands and began thrusting himself deep into my throat, and I matched His rhythm moaning with the lust and pleasure of it. It wasn’t long though before He stopped me and ordered me onto the bed as He removed the rest of His clothes.
I lay there, knowing and desiring what came next but still afraid.
His eyes captured mine and He once again entered my thoughts, “Your heart may desire what is next, but it is only natural to struggle. In fact, I encourage it, it makes the taking that much sweeter. Show me your decision, your desire now.”
I opened myself to Him, to His view, spreading my legs lewdly for His pleasure. Even the chill of the room couldn’t quench the fire He had started. I was wet with my need for Him and the smell of my sex filled the room. I watched Him breathe deeply of the fragrance as He moved over me.
He stroked the desire in my mind as His hand found my slit, dragging His fingers across my sex and stroking my clit. He began to lick at my breasts circling the nipples slowly bringing them so erect they hurt. Then, He took shallow bites from each, just breaking the skin and licked the blood that trickled out, clearly savoring the taste. Through His mind, I could taste my own blood and feel His need growing. I needed Him to take me but fear was beginning to creep into my mind and I began to try to pull away from Him.
“Good, fight me, it will heighten both our experience.” He cooed.
And with a single stroke in my mind, I found arms stretched far above my head and my hands invisibly tied to the bedposts above and my ankles below, spreading me entirely open to Him.
“There, my girl, struggle as you wish.”, and I vainly tried to break free.
All the while, He continued to play with my pussy, flicking at my clit and pressing His fingers inside stroking me to even new heights of desire. I soon found myself not struggling away, but striving to bring Him deeper inside.
Finally I could stand no more and simply begged, “Please.”
“You realize, there’s no turning back now. You will be mine.” He stated. “Yes, please, it’s what I wish.” And with that He raised himself between my legs lifting my hips to Him. He simultaneously thrust His cock deep into me as He bared His teeth and plunged them into my throat.
I began cumming as He drank deeply from my neck and drove mercilessly deep between my legs. My orgasm never stopped, never waned as He pulled my life from my body. Everything began to leave as He became the core of my existence. Every thought, every desire, every need became His and His alone until finally I heard Him growl into my throat and felt Him empty His seed deep into my womb.
He pulled from me and everything began to dim. He took my face into His hand and demanded, “Not quite yet, my sweet. There’s more to be done before you’re mine.”
He once again drew His nail over His breast and I saw what would complete me oozing from the wound. He took my head from behind and lifted it to His chest. My mouth simply found the nectar and I drank, deeply, slowly, His death into my body.
I felt the cold begin to encompass me and welcomed it as I continued to drink. “Yes, yes, that’s it. Take from me your new life. We will always be together, we will be one. But now it’s time for you to sleep. Sleep the sleep of the dead and awaken to your new life with me.”
And with that, my world turned black.
The End
One last story for the day but will continue tonight .
Rachel
I was going to start by telling you a little bit about myself but then I thought, why bother? Most people won’t care about me so why should I waste my time giving them information they aren’t going to need. Instead I decided it would be more beneficial to give you a little background about the story and leave the rest to your imagination.
I’m an average guy in every way but many years ago I discovered I had a particular passion when it came to the opposite sex. I love big tits. It’s that simple, the bigger the better without entering the realms of the ridiculous. I also discovered that with the right amount of luck, charm and confidence it was possible to get into the kind of situations usually only found in the cheesiest of sex comedies. So now, many years on, I have a wealth of stories that just have to be told. So if you like big tits in all their glory then sit back and let me tell you about some of the things I’ve seen………
I guess it all started when I was a kid growing up in your average, middle class area where all the neighbours new each other really well and all the other kids were around the same age. My neighbours had a daughter, Rachel, who was a year below me in school and we used to play together all the time as we were growing up. It was one of those childhood friendships that kind of comes and goes depending on whether it was cool to talk to girls or not but as we grew up and out of that kind of nonsense we just became mates. We’d chat if we saw each other in the street but we had our own groups that we hung out with. By this time we were probably around 15 or so and we were well on the path to maturity, one of us more than the other. You see Rachel was developing the most luscious pair of tits I had ever seen, not that I had seen many at this stage in my life, and you couldn’t help but notice the way they rode so high on her chest and seemed so firm. There was very little movement when she walked other than a lovely elastic kind of bounce. Summer was especially interesting as she was fond of strappy tops that revealed plenty of cleavage. It goes without saying that many an evening was spent under the sheets while I imagined getting my hands on those beautiful breasts but nothing ever happened. Well, not then anyway….
When all the kids finished school and went on to their various universities the street got pretty quiet and, except for summer when everyone was home, it was usually the case that you would go home for a weekend now and then and be the only one around. If you were lucky you might see someone else who happened to be home the same weekend but that was pretty rare, but not unknown. One weekend I had headed home to see my parents, or get my laundry done, depending on who was asking. As the train pulled into the station I grabbed my bags and headed to the door. Stepping off the train I noticed Rachel getting off a different carriage. I headed over and as she turned she saw me and smiled,
“Hi. I didn’t realise you were on the same train. If I’d known, the journey would have been a little less tedious.”
I grinned back. “Tell me about it. There’s nothing worse than sitting on one of these things for a few hours with nobody to talk to. You want a hand with your bags?”
I grabbed her bag before she could refuse the offer and we headed out of the station. Normally someone would pick me up from the station but my parents were still at work so I was resigned to walking home. It was only a mile or so but being a student I felt it my duty to be a little lazy. There was no-one waiting for Rachel either which I thought a little strange as I guessed her Mum or Dad would have picked her up so she didn’t have to carry her bags. It soon became clear though when she told me she had decided to come home at the last minute and had just grabbed a bag and jumped on the train and still not told her parents she was coming home for the weekend. As we walked she told me she had split up with her boyfriend in college and couldn’t stand the idea of hanging around with all her friends being sympathetic so she decided to come home for a few days. I followed the standard course of saying I was sorry and then changing the subject to try and cheer her up. We chatted as we walked and she was soon laughing and joking along with me. After about 20 minutes we got home and went our separate ways, as separate as you can get when you live next door anyway.
My parents were going out to party later that night so after dinner I lay down on the couch and started flicking through the channels on the TV. There was nothing on so as soon as my parents had gone I ran upstairs and grabbed my stash of grass from my bag. I rolled a joint and went out into the garden. Sitting in the garden I heard a noise from over the fence. It was Rachel talking on the phone. She was sitting on the back step smoking a cigarette and telling whoever was on the phone she was fine and not to worry. She hung up the phone and I heard her stand up. I assumed she was going in until I heard her voice nearby,
“You going to share that or what?” I turned to see her leaning over the fence and smiling at me. “I could smell the smoke coming over the fence and as neither of your parents smoke and they certainly wouldn’t be indulging in a spliff I figured it was you.”
I stood up and handed her the joint. She took a big hit and passed it back. “Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that.”
I took it back and pulled on it again. “I heard you talking actually and you sounded like you could do with something. Was that the ex or a concerned friend?”
“Neither, it was my Mum. She was ringing to tell me that her and my Dad are away tonight and it’s too late to cancel. I guess it’s my fault for not telling them I was coming home. She’s worried about me being on my own but I’ll be fine. Where are your parents anyway?”
“Another one of those parties my Dad’s boss keeps throwing. I know they hate them but I guess they have to go to keep him sweet. I guess we’re both in the same boat, come home for the weekend and end up on our own watching TV.”
I passed her the joint again and she took another long pull. She looked at me as she held the sweet smoke in and then smiled as she exhaled. “Why don’t you come around here then? We can watch TV, open some wine and get stoned together.”
“Sure. Why not? At least I’ll have someone to roll up when I can’t be bothered. Give me 5 minutes, ok?” I stubbed out the joint and went back in to the house. I cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen, flushed the stub down the toilet and grabbed the rest of my stash then headed next door.
I knocked on the door and heard Rachel shout it was open. She was in the kitchen fighting with a bottle of wine. I took it from here and told her to go find something on TV while I opened the bottle. When I followed her into the living room she was curled up on the couch watching the TV. I sat down next to her and rolled another joint. At least her parents smoked so we could get away with smoking it in the house. We passed the joint back and forth, drinking the wine in between and pretty soon we were both nicely stoned. We chatted and the subject eventually came around to the guy she had just split up with. She told me that they had been seeing each other for around six months and it was going ok until she went to his house earlier in the week to return a CD and caught him in bed with a girl from one of his classes. She felt bad because she had actually been embarrassed and instead of screaming him down she had apologised and left the house as fast as she could. When he eventually caught her he hadn’t even apologised, he’d told her that he liked her but that she wasn’t really his type and it was best if they just went their separate ways. I tried to be gallant and said something about him being an idiot and how could she not be his type and then she told me that apparently she was too curvy for him. I tried not to but I couldn’t help but laugh and as soon as I started she was laughing just as hard.
When the laughing stopped I told her I was sorry but I was so stoned I couldn’t help it.
“How could anyone not like a curvy girl, that’s how they were supposed to look, like girls not boys?”
She looked at me funny for a second and then smiled. “That’s good. I’ve been worried about it since he told me and thought there was something wrong with me.”
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I assured her there was absolutely nothing wrong with her figure and the guy was an idiot but each to his own. She slid over towards me and looked me straight in the eye.
“So you like girls to be curvy do you? How do you define curvy? Is it a general thing or is there something specific?” As she said it her eyes looked down and as I followed her gaze I found myself looking down into the creamy valley of her cleavage. She saw my eyes move. “That’s what I thought. There is something specific isn’t there? Do you like them?”
I was mesmerised by the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath and by the slight bulge across the front where her bra couldn’t quite cope with the task it had been set. “There very nice. Probably the best I’ve ever seen. Why do you ask?”
“Well…..I’ve been thinking that maybe they were too big and after what he told me I was wondering if I should get a breast reduction. There a 38DD you know.” I didn’t know but I sure as hell did now and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them now they were the main topic of conversation.
“I think that would be a mistake. I can understand the downside but surely there are benefits?” I looked up to see the pink tip of her tongue curling over her top lip.
“Benefits?” She lifted her hand to her chest and began rubbing her right breast gently. “Oh there are plenty of benefits. They keep me the centre of attention and I love how very sensitive they are. I can even make myself cum just be playing with them and that has to be a benefit. Of course I can cum even harder when someone else is playing with them.”
If that wasn’t an offer then I don’t know what is. I raised my hand and started to gently rub her left breast while she concentrated on the right one. I brushed my fingertips along the line of her bra and heard her sigh gently as I slid a finger through the buttons on her top and traced the outline of her nipple though it’s covering of lace. It grew steadily under my finger and she began to squirm slightly in her seat.
“That’s very nice but I think it would be better if you could see them, don’t you?” I wasn’t going to argue.
She stood up from the couch and moved in front of me. Using her feet she pushed my legs apart so she could move right in front of me and began to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse. She slid the cotton off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Using both hands now she began to rub and squeeze her breasts, pushing them together until her cleavage was nothing more than a tight crack in the expanse of flesh. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders so that my face was inches away from her breasts. Using her height she pushed me back until I was almost lying down and began to rub the soft lace of her bra against my cheeks, swinging her magnificent breasts across my face as she moved from side to side. I reached behind her and placed my hands on her ass but she grabbed them and put them back on her breasts.
“No, no. I told you I could cum just by having my tits played with and that’s where this ends. I’m not going to sleep with you tonight and my pants will not be coming off so you be a good boy and do as you’re told and maybe I can do something nice for you too.”
I was disappointed but I figured if I got her off this way maybe I’d get a hand job, or a blow job if I was really lucky, so I followed her instruction and began to knead her breasts and squeeze her nipples through the material. This freed up her hands but instead of heading towards my straining jeans as I hoped she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. The only things holding it in place now were my hands so I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned forward slightly to kiss the tops of her breasts and as I did I slid the lace down, slowly revealing her tits. As the material slid over her skin my lips followed until I had uncovered one of her nipples which immediately found its way into my mouth. I sucked gently and heard a low moan from above my head somewhere. She was really getting hot now with all the tit play and I could see the flush of colour across her chest and throat. In no mood to drag this out I had to see how much she had told me was the truth. I cupped both of her heavy tits and as my mouth took care of one nipple my fingers pinched and teased the other. She began to move against me, pushing her tits into my face until my nose and mouth were covered and I was finding it hard to breathe. I pulled away slightly to grab a breath but her hands shot around the back of my head and pulled it deeper into her flesh as she moaned with pleasure.
Struggling to draw air I decided I had to finish this before I ended up on the front page of the papers, even if I would have gone out in style. I grabbed as much of her heaving breasts in my hands as I could and squeezed them together. Forcing her nipples as close together as I could, I managed to get both in my mouth at the same time. She gave a little squeal when she realised what I had done which rapidly turned into a series of pants and moans as I began to suck and chew on her erect nipples. Within seconds her knees were shaking and her full weight fell onto me as I swirled my tongue across her nipples and sucked them as far back into my mouth as I could. That did the trick. Her orgasm hit her hard and she writhed against me as I continued my assault on her breasts.
By now my pants had almost split and there was a dark stain on the front of my crotch where my cock had been leaking pre-cum. She raised herself off me slowly and looked down at my bulging jeans.
“You did very well indeed then. I’ve never had both of my nipples sucked at the same time. That was incredible. Now I have to return the favour in a very special way.
She slid down until her face was level with my crotch and unfastened my jeans. Sliding her hand inside she pulled out my cock and began to rub it gently. The ache in my crotch was agony as I watched her fingers glide slowly up and down my shaft. She smiled at me and leaned forward slightly so the tip was rubbing softly against her lips as she wanked me off. She continued this for a few minutes, rubbing my cock against her lips while her free hand massaged my balls softly. What she did next excited me the most. She shifted closer to me until her tits were resting on my thighs then she began to rub the head of my cock over them. She teased me with her nipples, pushing my cock against them, rubbed it all over the large mounds and in the valley of her cleavage, coating her skin with pre-cum completely. Then she gently placed my cock between her tits and with both hands wrapped them around me until there was nothing to see but the head poking from the top of her cleavage. She held them tight and began to squeeze her nipples between her fingers as hard as she could.
“Ok. Now the race begins. Can I make myself cum again before you coat these babies with that sticky cum you’ve been saving? Ready, steady, Go!”
I needed no further encouragement and began pounding my cock between her tits as she squeezed them around me. The friction was unbelievable. The sensation of all that tit flesh wrapped against my skin and the way my cock slid between them was the best thing I had ever experienced. At the same time, knowing what the combination of her nipple play and the feeling of me rubbing against her sensitive skin was doing to her made it all the sweeter. I thrust my hips forward as far and as fast as I could, pounding her tits, desperate to win the race. My cockhead banged against her chin as she moaned in her own pleasure.
“Come on! Give me that hot cum of yours! I want to feel it all over my big tits!”
I thrust as hard as I could between her heaving tits as I felt the pressure building up in my balls. “Oh God! Here it comes! I’m gonna cum…..!”
My cock exploded between her tits and the cum shot out of her cleavage onto her face. She dipped her head and took the second blast into her open mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock each time it came within range. Her own orgasm overtook her as she pulled her nipples out as far as she could, almost screaming in her pleasure. The cum dripped of her face as I slid my cock between her tits and she opened her mouth to let the load she’d taken there fall back onto her creamy flesh. I fell back exhausted as she rubbed the huge load I’d deposited all over her tits, smiling at me all the time.
“See. I told you there were some benefits.” She smiled again. “And not just for me either. I couldn’t argue with that at all.
We never did anything like that again but I can safely say that’s were my obsession with tits truly began. We went our separate ways after University and I haven’t seen Rachel in over 10 years but I still think back to that first titty fuck………although it wasn’t the last, not by a long way……..
The End
Setting Free the Broken Arms
If you believe in fate, this all started about a week ago. Allison was a rider, as in horses. She did those jumps and what not. I guess I just knew her from band though. A flautist, horse back rider, and the lucky recipient of two broken arms. The full arm casts that covered both arms disabled her from bending her elbows and so her range of arm motion and function was significantly decreased.
I’d never even been especially attracted to her, the result not of any shortcoming on her part but more-so the fact that she was a somewhat reserved person and I just hadn’t gotten to know her that well. If someone had asked my opinion on her looks I might have said something like, “I’d do her.”
Eventually, as luck would have it, I was confronted with the question of my physical attraction toward her. On a rather hot day in September, she approached me as I lingered outside the band hall between third and fourth periods. She asked if I would help her do some quick homework after school. She would do the actual thinking, and all I would have to do is write. So I agreed.
We met about twenty minutes after school and I generously provided my ability to move my arms, so that she might turn in an essay regarding Ayn Rand’s “Anthem”. As I typed the slightly illegible hand-written pages she presented me with, I saw in her words what implied a deep seeded fear of anything that questioned the religion her parents brought her up with. I felt a little sorry for her when I pondered how much she will miss out on if she runs from anything that asks her to question her beliefs. But then again, she was a sweet girl and I felt bad wanting her to go through the stress and anxiety of a major philosophic crisis.
As I looked back and forth from Allison to the paper, taking down her words, she kept fidgeting uncomfortably. She had her legs crossed and would rock back and forth then switch her legs into the opposite arrangement. I didn’t bother asking her what was wrong, as she hadn’t asked to take a break from writing. So I continued to jot down her increasingly scattered thoughts.
After we finished, the two of us walked out of the empty classroom we had been using and walked down her hallway. I really felt sorry for her as she struggled to put on her backpack, disabled by the casts that went up high above her elbows and down below her knuckles. She really couldn’t do much for herself.
As I was thinking this, she got quiet and stopped walking. She fidgeted around and made small awkward noises.
“Anything wrong, Allison?”
“No,” she told me, “I’m fine. Well… yeah, actually.”
“I mean as long as it’s not too much trouble, I can help you.”
“Well,” she looked down at the floor and hesitated, “I don’t know if this is appropriate. I wouldn’t ask you, but- well, I really wouldn’t ask anybody this. But it’s too bad. Oh my god. Well -”
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Ok,” she said as she exhaled. “Well, It’s hard to do certain things with these casts. I can’t really use my fingers or grasp many things. Well, the thing is, I can’t undo my pants. I’ve got to go to the bathroom terribly bad.”
“umm…” I thought for a moment. This was definitely strange. Does she want me to unbutton her pants and pull them down? Whatever. “Ok.” I finally replied.
“Thank you. You don’t know how bad I need this.”
I followed her to the girls bathroom where I hesitated for a moment before proceeding in. I joined her in the last stall. She turned around and kept her gaze towards the floor. “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Just unbutton the button and just let the pants fall. So I did. I stretched out my hand and hesitated just before I touched the waist of her pants. They were just regular jeans, and in really no time I popped the button out of the little hole and the waist loosened, but the pants didn’t fall. I looked up at her and she nodded, so I grabbed the zipper with my shaky hand, and slowly pulled it down. As I reached the bottom, I could feel, perhaps just a symptom of my overactive imagination, heat emanating from between her legs.
The thick yet supple looking denim loosened and as she casually wriggled her hips the jeans slid at first down just below the spot where her legs meet revealing plain white, bikini-cut cotton panties, and then fell into a pile around her feet. A few impossibly long and tunnel visioned seconds after I observed this, as I stood there transfixed with the utterly magical sight before me, I became suddenly aware of my own presence in the little stall. I would like to say that I stood there still only because I wanted to make sure she was going to be ok from that point on, but the truth is that I felt overwhelmed by the sight of what I knew to be a real live female vagina covered only by a soft patch of hair and a few thinly stretched pieces of cotton, so overwhelmed that I simply had forgotten the key facts of the situation: She didn’t really want me to be in here doing this; I was a last resort.
I fidgeted noticeably with my head down and wondered if she were just staring at me as I made a fool out of myself . My worst fears were confirmed when I finally looked up. As my eyes drifted upward to her head, we made eye contact. The look on her face could only be interpreted as a plea for my absence. So I made to turn the other way and let myself out of the stall, but a cast-covered hand touched my arm and it’s voice told me not to leave yet.
“Do you need me to help you with anything else?” I asked, averting my gaze from the thinly clad lower half of Allison’s body.
“No. Well, it’s just that, and I assure you that you don’t have to be embarrassed, I can’t get my panties down I don’t think. If you-” and she trailed off there.
I was once again rendered incomprehensible as I attempted three separate replies but never got past the the first word on any.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand. I can find somebody else to help me… and put myself through all of this discomfort again.”
As she said this, something turned on in my brain that brought to my attention what I had not noticed before: I was lucky to be here, damn lucky. There was a tall, fit, shy blonde girl in front of me asking me to take her panties off and if I didn’t do it somebody else would get to. So despite my own awkwardness and inexperience, I mustered as much confidence as I could and said, “No, it’s ok. I’ll do it for you.”
I turned to face her directly and reached both of my hands out to her waist. My knuckles grazed the skin covering her hip bones, and I received a quick chill from the softness of it. I hooked my thumbs inside the top of her panties at each hip and began to pull them downward. I realized that I didn’t actually need to look at her to accomplish this task, and so I glanced up at her face, but she seemed indifferent to what I did with my eyes. I pulled the edges down as the fabric began to bunch and a few golden hairs peaked out over the portion that covered her crotch. My fingers shook and I drew in audible breaths. Slowly I pulled her panties down until a small patch of blond hair became exposed. The hair thickened as I was able to see lower until it disappeared between her legs. I brought her panties down to her knees and took one final survey of the little bush and noticed beautifully rounded lips partly visible through the golden wisps of hair.
“Would you mind just waiting outside while I go?” she asked.
“No, of course not.” I stepped outside the stall and closed the door behind me. I went back out into the hall and waited for two minutes to pass on the clock above the door while my heart pounded furiously. I had no idea how I had gotten into this situation, not that it was a bad situation to be in, it’s just that things like this did not often happen to people like me.
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I turned to look at myself in the mirror that covered the wall next to the bathroom. I wasn’t a bad looking guy, at least by realistic standards. I probably don’t have any outstanding features. I’m just a tall skinny white boy who dresses in the fashions of so many generations of procrastinators, unhygienic and indifferent. But I did have one thing going for me. My hair grows in beautiful curly red locks, and for the last year I had been letting my hair grow out and was now almost to my shoulders. I had that, and I suppose I was pretty proud of it. But that’s hardly ever enough by itself, and where my hair ends, so does my general chemistry with members of the opposite sex. I get nervous. But today. Something about today made it seem as though the stars had lined up. Maybe I was being cheap by getting off on somebody else’s embarrassing situation, but it was simply too hot and in my face to not become aroused.
As the second hand rounded the eleven for the second time, signaling what I figured to be ample bathroom time, I took a deep breath and opened the door to the girls bathroom. “Thank god nobody else is in the school this late,” I thought to myself.
“Are you finished?” I called at just above a normal speaking volume.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“Ok,” I said hesitantly, “I’m coming in.”
“Ok.”
Despite what I had already seen, I was shocked by the sight before me: A quite beautiful girl, sitting on a public school toilet with her arms in full casts and her jeans and panties around her ankles. Just visible between her legs was a tuft of feathery blonde hair.
She looked at me as if I were a menacing shadow suddenly revealed to be nothing more than something perfectly harmless, mundane and suddenly the subject of her gratitude for not being a monster.
“I really want to thank you for doing this,” she said. “I was pretty embarrassed but you made it easier and more comfortable. Just don’t tell anybody, Ok?”
“Ok,” I replied. “You have my word.”
She stood up, and once again the sight of her rounded lips came into view only vaguely camouflaged by her pubic hair. A few drops of what I guessed was urine clung to the hair.
“Um… would you mind getting some toilet paper and just barely dabbing down there. I really can’t stand the feeling of my panties feeling wet against me.”
“Holy Shit!” I screamed in my mind. I believe my eyes conveyed the same message. Hand shaking, I reached out and tore off a decent sized section of toilet paper. I froze then for a few seconds as I prepared to touch, although not directly touch a female vagina.
I could hear my heart beating as I moved the wad of toilet paper to between her legs. She actually shifted her feet further apart to allow me easier access. I looked up for a second and she was biting her lip and staring down at my hand. I finally made contact, but used perhaps a bit too much force and instead of lightly dabbing at her wispy hair, I bumped the paper and my hand right up against her eliciting a short gasp from Allison.
“Sorry,” I quickly offered in defense of my clumsiness.
“No, it’s Ok,” she told me in a slightly shaky voice. “Did you get it all?”
“I’m not sure.”
I decided to take a little bit bolder of a step. Her gasp had excited me; She must have felt it. I extended my hand again and put the toilet paper against her with just as much unwarranted pressure but this time lingering long enough to rub it further between her legs towards her ass. She let out a little moan like some part of her was unwillingly collapsing.
“Now?” she asked.
“Almost,” I said.
I repeated my same action, this time starting from the back and moving to the front and stopping just before her hair started to thin. Her legs were slightly trembling. My heart was racing.
“Anymore?”
“Its hard to tell.”
I again placed the toilet paper against her puffy round lips and massaged in little circles. She put her hands against the painted metal sides of the stall and spread her legs slightly wider. I kept massaging.
“I really just don’t like that wet feeling. Make sure,” she said in a stifled voice.
“I’ll work harder,” I told her. I don’t know where my boldness came from, but something told me she wanted this, she was mine.
As I kept rubbing the now dampening toilet paper up and down the length of her slit, she began to breath in short gasps. “I believe it’s getting worse.”
With that, she began pushing into my hand. I threw the toilet paper into the toilet below her and replaced it with my cupped hand. I massaged her mound back and forth while my palm was excited by the contour of her slippery open lips, the damp hair that surrounded them, and the hard little nub at the top where they met.
I curled my middle and ring finger in slightly and they slipped snugly into the warm entrance to her pussy. I felt the walls squeeze around my fingers and then release. She moaned and sank down a bit further on my fingers, which were acquiring a good bit of lubrication.
I pushed my two slick fingers in as far as I could and her pussy seemed to pull and hold them there. Then as I curled the tips of my fingers back more and touched something spongy, the creak of the opening door traveled over the stall and into my ears. She obviously did not hear it, as her heavy breathing had turned into a wavering moan.
As the sound of clacking footsteps grew louder, nearer, her legs began to give way and shake before she fell down onto the toilet and pinched her legs around my hand. I heard two sudden eruptions of noise, one of intense pleasure and one of frightened epiphany. The high-heeled feet outside the door quickly turned and scampered away as the shiny thighs around my hand loosened. My fingers slipped out of her and played around her lips.
She smiled at me awkwardly and took in deep breaths. “Did somebody just come in?”
“Yeah,” I said, “but whoever it was made for the door pretty quickly once they realized what was going on.”
“Oh, shit,” she said. “I better get going before anybody else comes in and sees us. Would you mind uh… getting me ready to go?”
“Oh. Of course not. I should dry you off. I know you don’t like the wet feeling.”
She looked down at me and we locked eyes for a moment before she whispered, “I don’t mind at all.”
The End
Love and Work
After leaving university with degrees in Media Studies and English language I found my self in the position of having qualifications as useful as “Introduction to Sandwich Repair.” Like everyone else who took Media I wanted to be a director and I was told I had potential but as soon as I left the comfort of the university I was lost and needed money. So I started looking for jobs after being told I was both over and under qualified I landed a job in the passport office. Reasonably paid and fairly respectable it stopped my Mother’s nagging and gave me much needed money.
The problem is the job is soul crushingly boring. My position is simple to proof check the photos for all the major problems, too bright, too dark, eyes closed and hats it’s pretty simple. The worst thing is I only get one quota of photos a day as that’s when the post comes in and by 11am I’m done for the day. I work in an office in an empty part of the building so I generally read and listen to music. I’ve had worst jobs true but this is just fantastically dull and for most of the day pointless. When Natalie came she changed work for me and made me excited to come in everyday.
Early on a Monday morning I found a note on my desk asking me to come into a meeting at my boss’s office. Nothing unusual to be honest although I did go to the bathroom and tidy up my hair and retie my tie. I knocked and ended and was presented by two smiling faces in office chairs and a third, which I was quickly gestured to sit down in. I smiled brightly and sat down.
“Hello James,” my boss Jeanie spoke first. Mid fifties, Jeanie looked much older than she was but she was incredibly kind and cheerful.
“Hi, Mrs Spencer.” I said whilst I smiled at the girl next to me.
“James, this is Natalie Everett.” I smiled again at Natalie but this time I looked deep into her eyes she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning I really couldn’t believe it; no woman I had ever seen was anywhere near as beautiful as Natalie. Although that sounds like an overstatement it wasn’t. She had big brown eyes that look almost tearful. Her brown curly hair fell on her shoulder and bounced each time she moved. Natalie’s lips were full and although she didn’t wear make up her face look vibrant and for lack of a better word perfect. I finally stopped staring.
“Hi,” was honestly the best my mouth could do. She was friendly though and beamed a big pretty smile at me and said hi back.
“We decided to hire another person to help with your work load James. Now don’t worry she’s not going to steal you’re job, just assist you.”
“That sounds great,” I wanted this girl as close to me as possible I began smiling a grin that was frankly scary although I face didn’t seem to obey commands to stop.
“If you wouldn’t mind James we’d also like you to train Natalie up so to speak. Show her the ropes.”
“Yeah of course, if you want for the first couple of weeks she can share my office it’s massive and it’ll make it easy.” I know, I know write now I sound like the worst kind of pervert and I’m sorry. But when Jeanie asked if that was okay with Nat she seemed genuinely supportive of the idea. So we ended up getting an extra desk and chair and heading back to my office. We arranged the desk so we would be facing each other and I began telling her the deal with what we’d be doing day in day out.
“Seriously then why hire me?” She asked once I’d explained how long it takes me to do this each day.
“I have no idea but at least I’ll be done by ten now.” Natalie smiled at this and since I’d already done today’s work we just talked.
We actually had a lot in common a lot of the same music (which is odd because I have eclectic taste) films and even computer games. By the end of the day we talked like old friends it was nice. She was funny which is always the way to my heart and when it was time to go I asked her how she was getting home.
“Bus, why?”
“If you wanted I could give you a lift home.”
“I’ve only known you for 5 hours for all I know you’re a serial killer.”
“Yeah but even that’s still better than public transport.” I smiled and my heart lit up when she laughed. It was such a cute giggle that didn’t have a trace of self-awareness. I just wanted to hug her then and there.
“You do have a point there, you don’t mind do you I live on Wordsworth Ave. is that ok.” I admit it wasn’t in my journey but not too much of a detour either.
“No, seriously don’t worry about it.”
The next month went on like that with us talking and having fun all day and me giving her a lift home at night. We sneaked in a small stereo and because my office was so out the way no one noticed (or cared) when we’d play music all afternoon. We’d exchange mix tapes and recommend books. I woke up every morning excited to see her and spend the day talking with Natalie. I fell deeply in love.
When December came around we decided to go to the Christmas party together I pretended to want to go in an ironic cynical way and Nat agreed immediately simply because she liked terrible parties.
On the night of the party I arrived at Natalie’s house to pick her up. When I saw her she looked stunning. Wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with what I knew to be an Eels t-shirt underneath she managed to wow me.
“Natalie you look beautiful,” I said suddenly realising how inappropriate that comment was. “Sorry.”
“Thanks James, that’s what I going for with this ensemble.”
I laughed and we made our way to the office.
We arrived at the party a little late and when we entered the room (the cafeteria with tables pushed against the wall) we had to stifle a laugh at how bad it was. People who should have known better were drunkenly dancing to one of the most horrendous discos I have witnessed. We stood there for a couple of seconds stupefied before opening my I broke.
“Nat…”
“Yeah, I know lets make our own disco we’ve got enough music downstairs.”
I nodded in agreement and went over to the table set up with food to grab some colas and snacks before making our way down to our shared office. We immediately put the stereo on and sat down with our recovered food. We smiled at each other and laughed.
“Glad we didn’t have to pay for this shit.”
“Got to agree there Nat, my 5 year olds birthday was more kicking than this. Seriously I thought the strippers were over the top though.” Natalie laughed at this and looked back at me.
“Next song you have to dance with me,” she commanded. Before politely adding. “Please.” I picked up the album we were listening to: My Aim is True and checked what the next song would be.
“Alison, not really danceable is it?”
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“Your problem is you got no funk, you can dance to anything. Plus I really wanted to dance with you.” I have to say this piqued my interest so when the song changed we stood up and moved to the empty corner of my office.
“I must warn you Natalie, my dancing prowess is known far and wide, I have so much talent I donate it to needy children. It’s how I got this job my skills pay the bills.” Natalie smiled at this outrageous claim.
“James you are the clumsiest person I’ve met, I’ll be impressed if either of us comes out of this alive.”
We began to dance, I was so nervous Natalie scent had me dizzy and I couldn’t take my eyes away from hers. She smiled up at me and rested her head against my chest. We moved slowly against each other her body gently grinding against mine. For the first time ever it felt like the feelings that I had for Natalie were reciprocal. I felt like I was in with a chance. I could hear Natalie softly singing the lyrics against my chest. I had never heard her sing and her voice was beautiful. I knew I had to take this chance no matter of the consequences I gently placed my hand on her face and she immediately looked up into my eyes. I slowly moved towards her titling my head as I got closer. Nat closed her eyes and we began to kiss. It was the most amazing sensation I have ever experienced. We began to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues whilst our hands roamed each other’s bodies.
I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently ran my fingers though her soft silky hair. She gripped my back and pulled me into her, I could feel her full breasts pressing into my chest as we continued to kiss. The passion and pleasure that coursed through me left me shaking and when Nat suddenly pulled away I was caught off guard.
“James I have to tell you something. For me this isn’t something sudden I’ve wanted to feel you against me since I first saw you. At first it was just, well lust to be honest but I got to know you and you are everything I have ever wanted.” At this point she was looking away from me obviously to nervous to see my reaction “You’re funny, cool and you always make me feel great about just being me. I want this but I don’t want to be over, I mean I don’t want this to effect us as friends.”
“Natalie I honestly feel the same way about you. Exactly the same, I want to spend every second with you and I’ve to kiss those perfect lips of yours since I first saw you. I love you and haven’t had you out of my mind since I had you introduced to me.”
The last part of the sentence was cut off as Natalie grabbed me and kissed me passionately her tongue sliding deep into my mouth. She began to manoeuvre us to my desk until she was sitting on it with her legs wrapped around me. I ran my hand up and down her sexy thighs up to her slender waist. She gasped as I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and felt her soft stomach. Natalie began to push all files off my desk and lay back.
“I want you, I need you now James.” She whispered sultrily.
I kissed her once more before beginning to unbutton her jeans and slip them off her long gorgeous legs whilst Natalie took off her shirt and pulled her t-shirt over her head. In no time at all Natalie lay there in matching black bra and pants looking stunning. I couldn’t resist and immediately began to kiss the curve of her shoulders slowly moving down her perfect body. When I got to her slim stomach I began to slide down her pants obviously eager she arched her back to make it easier for me to take them off.
I took my time working my way down to her shaved pussy kissing gently I made my descent. Natalie moaned loudly as slid my tongue against her skin but I knew the music would drown out the noise. Natalie’s pussy was perfect I softly licked her wet lips and gripped her hips as she writhed in pleasure. I moved my hand up and down her body taking her bra off whilst I encircled her clitoris with my tongue. Her breasts were amazing full and round with tiny pink nipples that looked gorgeous against her milky skin.
“God, James,” she moaned. “Fuck me I need to feel you inside of me.”
I was more than happy to oblige and began to take off my trousers whilst she practically ripped my shirt off. I gasped as I felt her hand touching my skin and quickly removed my boxers. Natalie lay back again and I positioned my cock against her pussy, I really wanted to savour this so I closed my eyes as I slowly slid inside of her. She felt amazing tight and unbelievably soft I let out a soft moan as the full length of my cock slid inside of her.
“Oh, God,” she practically screamed. “I love you!”
“I love you too,” I said honestly.
I started to thrust inside of Natalie taking it slow but with long deep thrusts. Natalie ran her finger down my spine almost scratching me when I pushed my cock deep inside of her. We began to kiss again and Natalie began to buck against me hard so I sped up fucking her hard and fast. She couldn’t contain herself and moaned deeply into my mouth, in return I gasped and broke away from the kiss. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we immediately started to make out again. I explored her body with my arms trying to experience every inch of this goddess. I felt Natalie’s pussy grip my cock tight and knew she was coming. Her body shook as the orgasm racked her body so I let the feeling subside before I gently slid out her. She seemed to anticipate my plan and turned round lying face down on the desk. I ran my hands down the curve of her slender sexy waist and thrust deep inside of Natalie. Moaning with pleasure she began to buck against me timing her movements with my thrusts. This felt amazing I gripped her hips and pulled her into me. I knew I would be coming so I slipped my hand under her body and began to gently rub her wet clit with my finger. Natalie shuddered as soon as my finger moved around her hardened clitoris and her thrust onto me became much harder.
Natalie grabbed at my desk tightly causing the wood to creak her cries now audible over the music but neither of us cared. I continued fucking her harder and harder barely able to contain my orgasm and finding it increasingly difficult to rub her gorgeous clit. Natalie’s movements against me had almost stopped when she suddenly arched her back thrusting her whole body tight against me. I felt her muscles clamp around my cock and I could no longer hold back I began coming deep into her pussy moaning whilst Nat cried out my name is pleasure. After we couple of minutes in after orgasm bliss we began to compose ourselves sneaking kisses as we pulled our clothes back on,
“That was amazing Natalie, better than I could have ever wished. Thank you.” My arms ached as I finished the last button on my shirt, but I still managed to hand Nat her t-shirt.
“That was nothing just wait till we get back to mine later.”
The End
Lexy and Lee
I attended a small but expensive college in New England on a scholarship. It turned out to be the same college where I was to work many years later as a professor of English. My experiences in that capacity have been described in a number of stories I have done here, but here is one of the adventures I had while I was still a student.
As a senior, I was living in a dorm, and unlike many of the large universities, you only had to share your dorm room with one other person in this small college. In my case, it was a young man named Lee, from some small unpronounceable city in China. Lee’s parents were both wealthy doctors, and even at a distance they put a lot of pressure on him to perform well at college and thus be able to gain admittance later to Harvard Medical School.
While I was an average student with average grades, Lee was one of those annoying students who spent all of his time studying. He never went out for a beer or a pizza, and he never had a date with a girl. I found out from talking to him that he had never even spent any time with a girl.
I was quite the opposite. During the first week of my senior year, I developed a warm relationship with a freshman scholarship student from Ames, Iowa, named Lexy. Her real name was Alexandra, but she thought it was too fancy, so she adopted the name of Lexy
Lexy had never been away from home before, and while she was not a virgin, it did not take her very long to develop a very warm sexual relationship with me. From Sunday night to Thursday night, it was study, study, study for the both of us. But on Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, we would knock back for a lot of sex, sex, sex. Sometimes the sex was in the stacks of the library, sometimes it was in an empty classroom, sometimes it was sneaked into her dorm room when her roommate was out, sometimes we were able to spring for a motel, and a lot of times we did it in my room when Lee was out.
But let me describe Lexy to you. About five eight, 110 pounds, long, straight brownish blonde hair, light tan skin, and a beautiful friendly face. Absolutely gorgeous in other words.
Lexy came up to my room around 7 p. m. on that Friday night. She was dressed in her usual garb of tight thin and worn jeans, a gray T-shirt, and white sneakers. While Lexy’s breasts were quite beautiful, they were relatively small, so she seldom wore a bra. But the irony was that while most girl’s nipples grew hard when they were cold or sexually aroused, Lexy’s nipples were always as hard as little erasers, so they gave two little sharp points to her t-shirt. She pretended not to notice the effect this had on men, who invariably stared at the front of her shirt, but I knew that she did notice. She was a little exhibitionist in other words, and I found that was to come in handy.
The only problem with this Friday was that Lee had a paper due on Monday, and he was determined to study all weekend for it. Since all of his notes were in the room, I could not ask him to leave, and that’s what I told Lexy when she arrived.
“What are we going to do then?” she asked, as she put her arms around my neck, “I really want to do it—and you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I responded. “I wanted to do it too, but I can’t ask Lee to leave—and I can’t afford a motel.”
She looked over at Lee “Hi Lee!” she said.
He turned and smiled at her. “Hello, Lexy. You look beautiful—as usual.”
“Thank you.” She turned back to me and put her arms around me again.
“Lee’s a nice guy,” I whispered in her ear, “But he’s never had a date with a girl, he’s never seen a girl without her clothes on. Would you be willing to do it with him in the room? Give him a little treat on what American girls look like?”
She looked over at him then turned back “No gangbang, right?”
“Of course not. Just watching.”
She turned to look at him again. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I know, but it might be fun.”
She thought about it. “I really want to do it, so if that is the only choice, I guess I’ll go along with it.”
“Great.” I knew her fondness for a little exhibitionism would get the better of her.
“Lee,” I called. He turned. “Lexy and I usually like to have a little fun here in the room on Friday nights, and I think you know what I mean. Would you mind if we have a little fun together?”
“Of course not. It’s your room too. If you would not mind me studying.”
“I have an even better idea than that. As a way of thanking you for not minding our making out, we would be willing to let you watch.”
“To watch you have sex?” he asked incredulously.
“That’s right.”
“I have never in my life seen anything like that.”
“So would you like to?”
A huge grin lit up his whole face. “Yes. Very much!” He looked at Lexy. “You would not mind?”
“No, I think it would be kind of fun. You can’t participate, just watch.”
“That would be wonderful,” he said eagerly.
“Then bring your chair over here,” I suggested.
He quickly brought his chair over and put it down four feet from us. Then he sat down with a big smile on his face.
I turned Lexy around to face him. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed the Lexy does not wear a bra.”
“Yes,” he said, “I noticed that.”
“That’s because her breasts are small, but they are also quite beautiful.” I put my hands on her waist and gently slid the t-shirt up until her breasts were uncovered. Then I pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Lee drew in his breath as he stared.
“They’re very small,” Lexy said as if in apology.
“But very beautiful,” Lee said.
I reached around her, cupped her breasts and felt her nipples. “Can he touch them?” I whispered in her ear.
“Okay,” she replied.
“Lexy says you can touch them if you want.”
Lee certainly did want. He reached up his right hand, cupped her breast, squeezed it, and then felt her nipple. “It feels very nice,” he said.
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“But wait till you see this.” I reached around Lexy, unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She was not wearing a belt. “Lexy has the most beautiful little blonde bush you have ever seen,” I said as I slipped my hand down the front of her pants and inside her underpants to caress her bush. Slipping my finger inside her, I could feel that she was already wet. It did not take much to get her aroused. “But her pants are so tight, she’s going to have to take them off herself.” I motioned for her to do so, and she managed to get them down and dropped them on the floor. “Leave your underpants on,” I said. She was wearing white cotton underpants with little bluebirds on them.
“Can Lee take them off?” I whispered in her ear.
“All right.”
“Lee, you can have the honors this time. Why don’t you slowly pull her panties down, and you can see what I mean about her beautiful bush.”
Lee quickly got to his knees, scooted over and put his fingers in the elastic of her panties at the sides. “Is okay?” he asked, looking up at her.
“I guess so,” she replied.
Licking his lips, Lee slowly pulled her panties down over her thighs, over her knees and over her calves until they were draped around her ankles.
“I have never seen anything so beautiful,” Lee said staring at the blonde bush in front of him. I had to admit it was something to see: sparse blondish/tan hair and pretty little puffy lips with a light down on them beneath it.
“Would you like to see Lexy give me a blowjob?” I asked.
“Yes! Very much.”
“Your turn, Lexy,” I suggested.
She got down on her knees and turned to me. Then she unfastened my zipper, reached in and pulled it out. I was not wearing any underwear, so it was easy for her, even though I was already three quarters erect.
She looked at it for a moment then began licking: first on the bottom, then on the sides. Finally, she put it in her mouth and began sucking it. I could hear Lee beginning to breathe more deeply.
“Tell you what, Lee. You might as well enjoy this a little more too. Why don’t you take your cock out and play with it while you’re watching Lexy.”
“Is okay?” Lee asked her.
“I guess so, but no participation, okay?”
“All right,” Lee agreed as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, also three-quarters erect. It was smaller than mine, and I was grateful for that.
“Normally I like to come in her mouth,” I told Lee, “And she likes that too. But this time, I want to save it for the big bang, so to speak.”
I took it out of her mouth and sat on the chair beside the bed. “Lexy, why don’t you turn and face Lee so he can have a good view. Then you can straddle me.”
“All right.” She turned and smiled at Lee. He smiled back. Then she backed up and straddled me.
“Now you can put it in.” Lexy always liked putting it in herself, and she got aroused easy, so it was never a problem, since she was already wet.
She took my penis in her hand and lowered herself until it was embedded in her fully. Then she slowly began to go up and down on it. Lee’s breath grew even more shallow as he stared at her. Lexy on the other hand began to moan. I had known from past experience that she tended to get a little noisy when she was aroused, so I imagined that she had closed her eyes as she was going up and down. And I knew it would not be long before she had an orgasm.
“We ought to include Lee a little bit in this,” I whispered in her ear. “Would you be willing to at least give him a hand job?”
“Okay.” She looked over at Lee. “Stand up, Lee, and come closer,” she said.
He did so, not knowing what to expect. Lexy reached over and took his cock in her two hands and gently caressed it.
“Oh my God,” Lee muttered. I did not think it would be long before he came as well.
“Oh what the hell,” Lexy said as she turned to whisper in my ear, “As long as I’ve gone this far, I might as well go all the way. Would it be all right with you if I gave him a blowjob?”
“He would love that, and since he’s my roommate, and I’m right here, you have my consent.”
“Okay.” She turned back, leaned over and took Lee’s cock into her mouth.
“Oh my god!” Lee cried. Apparently he had abandoned Buddha in favor of Christianity. And I was right about his coming. He shot off almost instantly, filling Lexy’s mouth with hot cum.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling out quickly.
Lexy swallowed a much as she could, but I could see that some was dribbling down her chin. “That’s all right,” she said with a laugh. “That’s what you were supposed to do. I would rather have you do it in my mouth than on my face.”
Lee still looked embarrassed. “You have given me the most wonderful gift that anyone has ever given me,” he said.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Now how about my gift,” I suggested.
“Okay, let’s see if we can come at the same time.”
“Good idea,” I replied.
“And you can still watch, Lee.”
He sat back down in the chair, apparently forgetting that his cock was still hanging out.
Knowing Lexy, I imagined that she closed her eyes as she went up and down on my cock, tightening her muscles at the same time.
“I’m coming,” she muttered after awhile.
I waited for her to get extra wet, and I came at the same time.
Lee stared at us with his mouth open.
I have always believed in improving relations between the east and west, and I think in this little event, Lexy and I did our part.
The End
Metropolitan Incidents
Wendy’s neighbors were gone for the week. They’d asked her if she’d keep an eye on their place and collect their mail. She agreed.
The reason for their departure was two-fold.
One, it was mid-July and their accustomed vacation time. Two, they’d hired contractors to refurbish their house; more specifically, old shingling to be replaced by the new and more energy-efficient.
It had seemed like a simple something to do: just watch their place and keep their mail. But implications of Wendy’s agreement transformed into a quick reality lesson when the week began. Because of the suffocating midday July heat the workers began their work at an hour when the air was stillest and coolest. They banged hammers, used power drills, slammed truck doors. They shouted loud crudities which belied minimal contact with formal education. Somehow the sound waves found direct route from the tools through her bedroom window.
Those precious extra minutes of sleep she snatched at the break of dawn, those moments she allowed herself to believe that she was not obligated to go to her excruciatingly boring downtown city job were, this week, robbed from her. Each morning the effects accumulated and her bitterness towards the contractors grew correspondingly.
More aggressive and extraverted types would have said something to the contractors, not that it would do any good, because what could they do? Hammers made noise, and their jobs called for hammers. But a confrontation, a discussion might relieve some of the tension within and without. But Wendy was not this type of person. She hated confrontation and the several assertiveness training classes she’d taken failed to improve this area of her personal life.
Oh, in her mind she said things to them, very nasty things. She called them terrible names, insulted their parentage, gestured her middle finger to them. Sometimes she pulled out a revolver she didn’t really own and she picked them one by one off the roof. Sometimes it was a machine gun that took care of all three of them with one quick sweep.
But in her reality she only hurried to her car, avoided eye contact with the contractors, and went downtown to her office cubicle. They were gone when she returned home, the neighborhood back to normal. She fixed her supper, poured a red wine, and checked her internet dating account for potential prospects. She couldn’t remember if Saturday was considered part of the contractors’ work week, but felt certain it would all be over by Sunday, and she decided to celebrate by sleeping the whole day, and to call in sick Monday, maybe Tuesday, too. Maybe she would quit. Life was too short and it moved no slower.
The moment she stepped from her house on Friday morning, everything about Wendy and Wendy’s existence, changed, forever.
The sun already displayed a sword-brandishing dominance; and as she hurried to her car, she noticed the contractors were not on the roof but instead on the ground, the three of them gathered around the by-now familiar black pickup truck. They took donuts from a colorful box on the hood and sipped from steaming styrofoam cups. Like their banging hammers, the scent of the coffee found her as if on target. Their tanned chests and arms and sweaty backs that glinted in the July morning briefly hypnotized her as she stood and stared.
A warmth began to work up her thighs, from within her chest. An imaginary scene appeared in her mind. She was back in her bedroom, and her clothing was being pulled and torn from her. Reflexive resistance was futile as muscled arms held her in a headlock, other hands held her down. She heard fabrics being torn, then her arms stretched out and her wrists bound to bedposts. Iron hands pulled her legs apart, held her open, thick fingers penetrated her where she was already slick, and when she tried to buck another body pinned her down filled her mouth, ordered her to suck. They took turns, they took her by twos, they all three took her together, any and every conceivable way, until they left her a mass of molten flesh; pools drying on her belly, streams snaking between her breasts, the gluey presence between her hind cheeks, the steady draining from her onto the shredded bed sheets; the heavy sharpness on her tongue, the wet cotton deep in her throat, the thick smell saturated her nostrils.
A forked tongue licked against her insides. It flicked until it found a hidden switch in a dark corner of her mind. A soft touch flipped on vibrations that hummed and throbbed. It tried to pull her back into her house. Flames of shame erupted from her belly as she realized her fingers played with her blouse buttons, felt her nipples itch against the inside of her bra cup. She turned her face from the men, opened her car door. When she bent her body and her legs to get behind the wheel, she felt the dampness all over her panties.
She fumbled with the keys, started the engine. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw the men looking at her, but she dared not look back. She quickly backed out into the street, shifted from reverse to first, almost hit a cat. Of course now, she must know the men looked at her. And spoke of her. They would use impolite words.
As she maneuvered through the suburban maze her thin panties snuggled deeper between her sensitivities. With each pulse another seep leaked onto the slick leather seat. She almost missed the exit ramp that led her to the downtown business loop and eventually deposited her in the parking garage from where she walked the familiar steps to the elevator, pushing the round button, walked down the same hall, until she sat down in the chair of her cubicle to begin her ordinary day.
But the decidedly less than ordinary morning images became all the more real in the privacy of her cubicle. The more she squirmed against her seat the better it felt, and the weaker went her defenses. She let herself feel the pleasure while her fingers typed manically. Her panty crotch, soppy, nudged her clit. She pushed down on where it was wadded wet, rode it.
Her fingers lifted from the keys, pushed away from the desk. Tilted her head back, hooked her legs over the armrests, her skirt bunched at her waist, and she slipped the wadded panty crotch from between her lips to her thigh crevice, juices seeped into the cushion. She anchored herself with one hand. Her eyes stared into nothing, lips clamped together, struggled to keep her cries to herself. She rubbed and rubbed, and came. Gave herself to an exquisite punishment. She heard hammers banging. Coffee curled and scented her nostrils.
The ringing in her ears subsided, some clarity returned to her. She smiled like a naughty girl who snatched a cookie. And wanted to get another. She touched the slick wet evidence everywhere.
And she realized she was not alone.
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