The young man lay unconscious on the ground. She rolled him onto his back and undid his belt, unzipped his fly. She tried to get his trousers off by pulling at the waist, but he was dead weight in them. Finally she took off his shoes and pulled his trouser legs, one at a time with both hands, until she had them off. His Jockey shorts came off, too. For the first time in her life, Ruth knew what it felt like to handle a man's genitals. She hefted his scrotum, like a little purse with the family jewels. She picked up his flaccid penis, so much dead meat, harder than bread dough, softer than a Polish sausage. Suddenly there was a knife in her hand, a serrated bread knife. She was pulling on his penis with her left hand while she sawed through it with the knife in her right hand. There was a strange smell there in the dark, blood, she supposed.Serves the bastard right. He won't use that to rape again. She laid the severed meat on the man's belly and addressed his scrotum. The bread knife
Ruth had brought a pizza home, and she pigged out, studying for a chemistry exam Friday morning. Finally, when she had actually memorized the last chapter, she glanced up at the clock and realized she had to get some sleep. No point going into an exam groggy. She brushed her teeth, used the bathroom, and crawled into bed. It seemed to her that she was instantly asleep.Then the dreams began, wild dreams! She dreamt she was a freshman student, in Gibson dorm, and her roommate had left to go home for the weekend. The roommate lived in Cleveland. Ruth didn't know how she knew that. She dreamt that she put tape over the automatic lock on the east fire exit so her boyfriend could sneak in and come to her room. She pushed her room door closed and made sure it was locked. He put his arms around her. They kissed. He pulled her tightly against him, so she could feel his manly, athletic body pressed against hers. She felt his hands slide down to grasp her buttocks, and felt a little tingle as h
It was nearly midnight when the Friday night crush was over, and it was spooky, standing by the bus stop. Ruth shivered a little, standing there in her light waitress uniform. There was a big, bright full moon. She felt conspicuous and vulnerable. It would have been more sensible to change into my jeans, she thought. She could imagine a car full of men stopping and kidnapping her.Finally, her bus came into sight, groaned and sneezed to a stop, and she got on, got into the warm security of the dark steel box with the familiar smells, body odor, diesel fumes, stale perfume, and she could see a few familiar forms of passengers stolid in their seats. In the anonymity of the dark bus, humming slowly through the darkened streets, she finally felt more secure. No one was staring at her. No one was threatening her.When Ruth got home, Mrs. Pronko had left the newspaper by her door. The headline read, "Student Found Dead." Ruth hurried inside, locked the door, and read all about it. A student
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
The moon shows its soft light on the world as I walk the streets. I listen to your voice as you call out to your friends who are leaving your party to return to their homes. The light of the full moon catches your face and I see its beauty from down below. I slip into the shadows as your guests pass. You watch them go before turn to return to your room closing the door to the balcony that you were just using. You turn up the lamps in the room and pull the drapes closed, but I can still see the shadow of you. In the flash of a thought I stand outside your window looking through the crack of the drapes.I watch as you change from your party dress to your night gown. I can hear your heartbeat and breathing slow as you slip into restful sleep. I reach out with a gentle mental touch probing your mind to make sure your sleep is deep enough for my purposes. Satisfied I decide to enjoy myself. Your hand has the sudden urge to rub your womanhood as the hem of your gown rides up your legs expos
You both cum at the same time as each tries not to give in first. You lick each other clean and lie back. He is the first to get up. Lifting you up to your knees you he tells you to turn around and face him. He picks you up as if you weigh nothing guiding your arms to grip his neck. Guiding himself in he slams into you in one quick motion the power of it taking your breath away. Moving his hips he fucks you deep and hard bearing your full weight as he slides in and out of your wet pussy. A sweet scent hangs in the air. The smell of him is a strong aphrodisiac to you making your body kick into overdrive. Adrenaline shoots through your system and your heart pumps with excitement as you focus all your attention on the cock sliding in and out of you rocking you to your core. You cum once before you feel him press your back to the nearest wall. Pinned between him and it you are trapped as he fucks you fiercely your body's juices providing the necessary lubrication. He whispers in your ear
I stood in front of the full length mirror, smiling at the tall, blonde woman smiling back at me. Her hair curled slightly around her head, just shoulder high. I had always thought that long hair made me seem to be trying to look like a teenager. My face was heavily made up, eyebrows thin, shadow out nearly to my temples. Heavy black lipstick, combined with my pretty feature s made me look like a strumpet. A sexy, desirable strumpet.My tall body, with big tits and a full ass, reflecting my swedish heritage, increased the sultry, sensual look, just what I wanted. This night was the end point of a year long voyage toward liberation, a night when I would show the world my erotic nature, and I hoped start me on a whole new life. My tiny costume, a thong and string bra, dangled from my finger. I stared at my bare pussy, the labia so full and thick that even with my legs together, they pouched out sensually. My mind drifted back to the late summer day I had first shaved down there.My husb
"You want to see Mommy naked, baby? Your own Mommy? You want to take dirty pictures of her? Oh, you're so nasty. But I don't want to disappoint my baby. My little boy. Mommy would never want to do that." The picture he took as I whispered to him showed an expression on my face that reflected the pleasure I was feeling, and the confidence. I know now that it is the look of a woman in high sexual heat, without doubt. A liberated, free woman.He took pictures as I stripped. I swung my hips, leered at the camera, cupped my boobs with an evil smile on my face, and hooded my eyes as I revealed my pussy. My hot cunt. My heart was beating, and one picture shows my hands framing my groin."Geez Mom, why don't you lie down on the raft, and lean ... yeah like that, boy that's great. Roll over so I can see your ass. Oh man. What a great ass. Now lie flat and spread your legs. Ahhhh..."I was tingling, and could smell my pussy now, the odor surrounding me, like a bubble of sexuality. "Baby, I shou