Chapter 1
Not many people take the train these days, Sheila thought as she looked around the almost empty car. The plush seats even on the special shuttle were almost empty.
She felt the swaying of the car and the vibrating of the iron wheels up through her guts. It made her tingle and she shifted on the seat feeling her body alive, more alive than it had ever seemed.
The landscape swirled by. Houses, trees, poles and cars blurred outside the glass and inside she leaned her head back against the rough twill of the seat and remembered the scene on the platform.
Why the fuck can't they just be happy I'm going to be a doctor and be done, she thought bitterly. What am I, some kind of doll for them to look at?
She looked down at herself as if examining her body to see if indeed she was a doll. Her big broad chest and belly moved rhythmically up and down as the train swayed along.
She watched her large tits move up and down under her purple blouse. It was her favorite one, and she had worn it for the trip because she put it on for everything special.
Under the coarse cotton she felt her breasts mounded hard and her nipples standing up. She pulled each one reflectively and a smoky feeling coursed through her belly and made her sigh.
She moved her thighs against each other on the seat and felt her love lips moist under her jeans. What a fucking fight just to wear these, she thought, stroking her hand down her denim-covered thighs.
Over and over she rubbed, feeling her full muscular thigh underneath. It must be hard from all that swimming she thought. My skin is tan too from the sun. She leaned back against the seat and had anyone been coming down the aisle they would have seen the white circles under her eyes where the sun refused to go.
Her normally pale skin was tawny and smooth. Her long sandy-blonde hair was glinting golden from the summer in the sun.
She felt her belly, hard and broad. That summer she had lost twenty pounds. From being large and gross she had gone to being large and very beautiful. No one around home had noticed because in their minds she was still big Sheila who hadn't changed since she was twelve. But any stranger could see.
Her hips spread on the seat were lush and her waist narrowed as if begging to be circled with powerful hungry hands. Her body was like an aching hungry tiger as she stretched on the seat.
She put her hand inside her jeans and felt for the scrap of paper. On it was written Tammy's name. She opened the folded scrap as she had a hundred times before. It was worn and frayed from looking at it.
She read the address and phone number over and over like some mantra which could show her enlightenment just in repetition.
Tammy's soft voice over the phone kept echoing in her ears. It sounded so friendly and warm, much nicer than she had remembered when they were growing up.
It was funny to think about. Tammy Breen had always been little and seemed so helpless. She was smaller than all the other girls. She looked and walked like an angel. It hardly seemed that she could survive in the world.
Whenever Tammy and Sheila went anyplace together people would make fun of the gross difference in size. It seemed to Sheila that she was protecting Tammy.
But it was Tammy who was living on her own in an apartment. She was the one who went away to school and did what she wanted. It was she who had done what Sheila craved and envied.
Sheila shook her head and leaned it against the glass. Just thinking about that tiny stifling hole she had let her parents send her to made her furious. Two years she had wasted there doing nothing but studying to be a doctor.
Fuck, she thought, I had no choice. There was nothing else to do but study. Then when I told them I wanted to be a doctor they told that's not a very good field for a woman. Fuck them!!
She remembered the dusty lecture halls with the sunlight making gleaming paths in the dust which seemed to climb to heaven. She remembered the withered old people who tried to make as if they were teaching her about life when she had it burning inside of her every night.
Night after night she lay between the sheets with her fingers on her crotch and tits, caressing and kneading the yearning flesh. Over and over she dreamed of a long hard cock driving up the middle of her like a pile-driver, washing all her pain and desire away.
By day, she watched herself move from class, to class, to dinner, to dormitory, to bed, in an unbroken circle of frustration. There never seemed to be opportunity to satisfy her desire. Hemmed in by walls and rules, higher than she could see over, she submitted herself.
Night after night she burned between the sheets with her clit throbbing and her hand pumping until she came under hew own fingers. Frustrated and burning for the hot crush of hard flesh and bone on her, she frigged herself under the covers.
She shook her head savagely as if waking from a nightmare she wanted to forget. That's all over, she thought. I'll never live in another dormitory as long as I live!
She looked at the paper still in her hand and imagines dialing the number written there as soon as she got off the train. If they think I'm living at the dormitory, she thought, they'll go out of their freaking minds.
She imagined Tammy's apartment, dim and mellow, with the light bouncing off smooth soft fabrics and cushions. She imagined how it would smell, musty with incense, cooking and the aroma of sex.
Soft, warm and friendly she saw it when she closed her eyes. She wondered how many men Tammy had slept with. She tried to imagine the little fragile girl squirming under the massive thrusts of a muscular man.
She saw her fucking with all different sizes and races of men. Hairy men and men with bald heads pounded over her. Black men, Chinese men, and Caucasian men crushed
Tammy down on the bed and she took them screaming and laughing with delight.
In her mind Sheila saw her sucking long hard pricks as if they were peppermint stocks. Wet and lascivious Tammy's mouth looked like a swollen cunt as Sheila closed her eyes and let the train rock her imagination.
Faster and faster the train seemed to sway from side to side and Sheila's long slash drew damp as she desired the men she saw in her imagination fucking with Tammy.
She licked her lips and opened her eyes hoping that maybe there would be someone there when she got there, who she could get to know. I'm so tired of being a virgin, she thought to herself.
The train pulled into the station, and she grabbed her suitcase from off the rack above the seat. She swayed down the aisle under the load of all the junk stuffed into the bulging bag. Years and years worth of clothes, old knick-knacks she couldn't bear to part with and medical books she had bought over the years with hard-earned money she had made working over the summers.
Down the metal steps, clanging onto the platform, she staggered. There she was standing under a lighted track number sign.
Sheila dripped her bag and ran to Tammy throwing her arms around her. She hugged her tight and jumped up and down for joy.
"Your parents still remember me as the cute little girl with the pigtails. When they heard me on the phone they just dissolved in ecstasies of nostalgia. Little do they know what I've become over the years." They both laughed and Tammy made little clutching motions with her fingers and screwed up her face into a horrible grimace.
Sheila laughed again, and picked up her bag. They talked all the way out of town to her apartment. It was like a whole new person Sheila was with. She hadn't seen her in over two years and Tammy seemed so much more different, so alive.
I can't tell her that, Sheila thought, as they rode the long bus ride out to her apartment. I can't tell her how much I want to get laid.
Her words poured out about how much she wanted to be a doctor and how her parents didn't want her to. They talked a lot about the school. But Tammy didn't seem to be particularly interested in school. She was a junior but to her the University seemed to be more a community to live where she could find groovy people.
I can't tell her that, she thought, as the urge to just let it all hang out twisted around inside her. She was hoping so much to meet some boys at Tammy's place. Maybe she'll know some really great guys I can go out with, she thought.
But she didn't say it. After that the conversation died as it usually does when someone isn't saying something that's weighing heavy on their mind.
Tammy didn't seem to mind or notice. She stared out the window and pointed out the sights of the town. The place wasn't much. But, as Tammy said, it was home.
The University was in a rather old section of town, nestled among two story frame houses and old creaking apartments. The bud dropped them off on the corner of a busy street lined with stores and crowded in the mid-week with people.
Up a tree-lined street away from the noise and bustle, they walked until they got to a small red two story apartment covered with rough tarpaper shingles and set back behind two huge green trees.
"It's all ours," she said waving her hand at the shabby building and leaning on the wobbly old picket fence out front. "When you live in the slums sometimes you get more for your money. But that depends on what you mean by more."
Up the creaking stairs they climbed. At the top Tammy unlocked a chipped wooden door and flung it open. Two black and white cats came running softly to the door and rubbed their legs.
"It's just what I imagined it would be like," Sheila gasped. It was too. Soft and dim even with the sunlight streaming in, Sheila got a feeling of friendly happy times coming up from the rugs and off the curtains.
Brown, green and deep, deep red color swirled up at her. The place smelled sweet and full, from cats, incense and cooking oil.
"It's lovely," Sheila squealed whirling in the middle of the room releasing the tension she had felt keeping her lust secret. "I love it."
"I love it too," Tammy said. "It's a lot different from when I got here. But them I'm a lot different from when I got here too. If you know what I mean." Tammy smiled a conspiratorial grin at her friend and Sheila smiled back and nodded.
"Make yourself at home Sheila," Tammy said not taking off her coat. "I've got a really heavy day. I've got classes until six and then I've got to work until ten. I'm sorry I can't rap with you but I'll see you tonight. You can put your things in that room over there."
Sheila watched her fly out the door and listened to the sound of the silent soft room. The cats curled up on the couch and purred. The wind blew the curtains back and forth in the window.
Sheila poked around the room feeling a vague kind of excitement, as if she were exploring something forbidden. Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. A curious tingling feeling in her belly like when someone was looking at her diary or notebook in front of her, made her walk solftly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she started. As if she had been caught in the midst of some illicit perversion she straightened her clothes and opened the door.
"Well hello," Clark said as he saw her standing there dressed in a loose purple Mexican shirt and dungarees. He took in her quizzical apprehensive face and big plush body. Her tits and hips bulged under her clothes as if she were a model aching to be nude on some artist's couch.
"Hi, my name is Clark," he said stepping into the room. "Is Tammy around?" Sheila shook her head. "Did she go to class yet?" Sheila nodded.
He went over and threw his coat on the couch. "You must be Sheila." he said. She nodded again. "You don't say very much," he said after a little silence.
She blushed and turned away realizing she hadn't said anything since he had come in. He leaned back against the back of the couch and laughed.
"Do I scare you that much?" he asked.
"It's not that at all." she blurted out. But that wasn't really true. There was something which did scare her. His tall broad-shouldered frame and narrow hips had struck her the instant she opened the door.
He wore his straight black hair brushed back away from his face and his black eyes were piercing. The way he stared at her unnerved her. He was so sexy.
She couldn't stop thinking about sex. The more she tried the more she couldn't keep her eyes off his bulging crotch. As he crossed his legs she thought she could see the tip of his dick push up against the worn blue jeans.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he said turning toward her and putting his hand up on her shoulder. "Am I making you uptight?"
She shook her head but didn't say anything. He moved over on the couch until he was right next to her and put his arm around her neck. She didn't resist. She wanted to but she didn't.
Her whole body trembled as he pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her on the ear. The tip of his tongue sent electric quivers through her chest and belly as he ran it around her ear hole.
He chewed deeper and she murmured in relaxation. like a stuffed sack of flour with a hole in the bottom she felt herself sag down as the tension ran out of her.
His other hand was on her chest rubbing her tits back and forth gently. Very gently he coaxed her nipples through her shirt and bra. Her whole body was like a soft snake twisting slow and sensuously against his lap.
He pulled up her shirt and slid his fingers in underneath and caressed her breasts. He reached around in back of her with his left hand and with his right pulled the loosened bra away from her huge and aching boobs.
Under the hot smooth garment he slipped his fingers and she gasped as he closed around her tits. Over and over he caressed her until she was moaning very softly. like a little cat mewing for it's mother, she cried each time he stroked her tits.
He took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it around very slowly watching her face.
"How does that feel?" he asked rubbing the tips of his fingers like feathers tantalizingly over her breast tips. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open panting.
"Beautiful." she sighed and snuggled closer to him.
He took her tit in one hand and massaged it deep, feeling the honeycomb of sweet glands under the layer of fat. Soft and deep he pushed and she moved under him like the soft sway of a lake under a small boat.
"Oh, please," she moaned suddenly turning away and pressing her tits down in his lap.
"What's the matter?" he asked rubbing the back of her neck. His touch was like water on sugar. Her whole body, knotted with her fear and guilt at wanting to fuck her friends boyfriend dissolved.
"Are you Tammy's guy?" she asked after a while. He rubbed her neck deep and sensuously. His fingers ran up the back of her skull and pressed up along the bone.
She never felt anything so good as the feel of his strong fingers pressing hard against her tight neck, and her head relaxed and she cried out with pleasure. He took her head in both hands and rubbed sensuously in deep.
"Well," he said. "I slept with Tammy if that's what you mean. I stay here a lot but I don't live here. We've gone out together now for more than a year.
"But she sleeps with other guys and I sleep with other girls when I want. She's really groovy, but I don't own her."
He rubbed up under her shirt and traced delicate patterns on her back. Her whole body was moving hot and passionately. Heavy on his lap she moved her belly and hips. She pushed her pussy down against his crotch and rolled it around his thighs.
She was not light. Her body had a thickness to it which was exciting. Her thighs and torso were thick and her belly was wide and well padded. But on her big-boned frame her flesh smoothed into exciting heavy curves which just ached to be caressed.
He twisted his hand around on her back and traced a smooth hot path down her backbone to her jeans. She felt him moving down her back with a growing mixture of fear and desire. He's going to shove his fingers down my pants, she thought.
He reached the waist of her pants and pushed his fingers down. In terror she bent her arm around and grabbed his wrist. Frantically she tried to pull his hand out.
"No! No! Please don't do that!" she said. He kept pushing and she yanked harder digging her fingernails into his wrist. Her whole body twisted around trying to get his hand out of there.
"Oh, please don't," she said as his hand slid down into her ass crack and found it sopping wet with come. "Oh, no," she moaned almost crying as his finger traced down over her ass-hole and onto her heavy thick cunt lips.
She let her hand fall slack against his wrist and left it there, lolling on her back. She wrapped her other arm back around his waist and clutched him tightly as his hand played with the come-parted cunt lips.
In and out of her pussy he flicked his fingers. Her chest heaved with passion as he moved them and they grew more swollen and sensitive to his touch. She whimpered ban begged incoherently.
He jammed his finger up into her pussy and she cried out with the sweet shaft. In and out around the opening of her vagina he moved his finger rapidly and made her shiver like a long brown leaf in a winter wind.
Then, massaging her head with one hand, he ran the other up onto her clit and pulled it in long sweet strokes. She moaned and came. Shouting, and trying not to shout for fear of being heard she bucked on his fingers until she came.
"I don't care." she moaned. "I don't care!! " she howled, her words long and distorted with lust. He pulled on her clit until it was long and turgid at the core. Her whole body writhed in his lap and he stroked her until she forgot all about Tammy and what was right and wrong.
Bucking and clawing at him as he frigged her, she just kept muttering and moaning the same words over and over again.
He turned her over on her back and saw her face flushed and glassy-eyed with lust. He pulled open her jeans and yanked her whole long heavy mons back and forth in his hands. Her fine soft pussy hair was matted with come against her skin.
She reached up and snaked her arms around his neck. Pulling him down on top of her, she kissed him long and hot. Her lips trembled and ate at his. Her tongue sucked with her lips and they pressed together hotter with his fingers up her snatch.
Around and around he swirled on her clit, his arms down along her belly as she bucked up at him to thrill herself. She moved wild and hard.
All thoughts of what she was doing was wrong were gone. She didn't care that Tammy might be angry. She didn't care that she had never seen him before. She didn't care about anything but having him shove his prick into her cunt and maybe other places too.
"Talk dirty to me," she begged, her lips up against his ear. He nibbled her ear and kissed it. She was so afraid he would laugh at her and think she was awful and dirty for wanting that.
But he flicked his tongue into her ear and told her that to do that they would have to get naked first. She humped up her hips off his lap and slid her jeans and underpants down together.
She pulled off her sandals and slid her pants all the way off. Then she sat up on the couch and stripped her shirt and loosened bra off. He pulled his boots off and slowly opened his pants.
Underneath he wore no underwear and the dark tangle of his box appeared as he pulled his pants off. His Mexican white wedding shirt, soiled and rumpled from weeks of wearing, he yanked off his flat hard belly and then off his shoulders.
Standing tall and naked she threw her hands over her head. Stretching up high in the air her whole body arched up toward the ceiling.
"I feel wonderful," she said spinning around. He grabbed her from behind and bit into her neck as if it were a ripe peach.
"You taste wonderful too," he said lapping at her neck and feeling her tits grow harder under his caresses. Each stroke of his finger on her boobs he matched with a thrust of his prick pushed hard against her backside.
She turned around over her shoulder and gave him a little wet kiss. Then he gave her a harder one with his tongue into her mouth.
He crushed her in his arms standing there and she sucked on his tongue. Deep and long they swung together naked on his tongue. All the while her back kept making little thrusts against his loins.
"You promised you were going to talk dirty to me," she said in a voice which tried to sound offended. He bent down and tossed her over .his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
She shrieked with surprise and ordered him to put her down. But he stood up tall under her weight and carried her into the bedroom.
Swinging high off the floor, with her head hanging down she felt a twinge of fear. What if Tammy comes home and finds us, she thought. If she finds out I won't be able to stay here and I'll have to live in the dorm. If that happens I'll be miserable and flunk out!
"Whoops," he said swinging her off his shoulders down to the bed. She laughed in spite of herself as she bounced on her back on the soft bed. Then he was on top of her, hard and naked.
"Do you feel that?" he asked running his hand down around her ass and along the back of her thighs. She murmured and moved her thigh up against his side in pleasure.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he said as she spread her legs and he plastered the upper edge of his cock along the streaming mouth of her pussy. Up and down he moved like a soft rasp and she pumped against him in ecstasy.
"I feel your cunt lips," he said. "They're sopping wet. I feel them parting every time I rub there." She rolled her head around on the bed and he kissed her pillowing tits over and over.
He poked his cock tip in and out the mouth of her pussy with his fingers. She moaned with each tiny thrust and died for him to shove it in all the way.
"Oh, please fuck me," she begged him. "I never fucked anyone before. Show me what to do." He pushed his mouth hot down on hers and she moaned in ecstasy.
"Suck harder," he said pulling his mouth away from hers. "Suck like this." He pushed his lips down against her mouth compressing her lips together and sucking.
Deep and long he sucked and then pushed her lips apart with his tongue. Reaching deep into her mouth his lips pulled her tongue out and into his mouth. He chewed up and down the length of it and sucked until she was squirming in sweet pain.
"Now you do it, little dirty girl," he said and she wrinkled up her nose in embarrassment. But she did it. She took his tongue in her mouth and chewed up and down savagely as his fingers kneaded her hips and waist.
Her body twisted and flashed under him like his tongue in her mouth. Her heavy love mounds pushed under his chest and she cried out each time the tip of his cock rubbed across her cunt hole.
"How does this feel way down on your ass?" he said snaking his arms down until he had a hand on each one of her ass cheeks.
Grabbing a hunk of her lovely large ass in each hand he massaged her cheeks until she was jumping as if each hand were charging her ass like an electrode.
"Do it to me," she said and she trew her long arms around him and clutched at his ass. In her hole he pushed the tip of his prick and she sucked her belly in with the anticipation.
"Like this," he said and ran his finger down onto her clitoris and rolled it around and around until she was shuddering and moaning.
Deeper and harder he pushed his cock tip into her hole and she moaned for more. Harder she clawed at his ass and pulled his ass crack apart in agony.
His cock pushed into her tight hole. Lubricated with her come but clutched tight in her virgin hole his prick pushed hard and tearing into her.
She screamed and bit his neck. But her fingers dug in deeper on his ass and she hiked her body up under his slamming cock full length into her pussy.
Panting as if she were sprinting for her life, she ground him around in her hole. He slurped and chewed on her neck and mouth and her hands clutched at his back in passion.
"Harder," she begged. "Harder. Do it harder. Yes! Now!" He stroked faster and faster, his cock aching deep inside and her full body rolling under him. Each stroke carried deep up into her cunt.
She came around his cock as it stroked in and out of her cunt and his hands crushing her nipples. Pulling and stroking at his chest with her fingernails she clawed wildly.
Her whole belly and both thighs exploded with a wild electric feeling which made her twist like she had never twisted before.
"So good," she repeated over and over again. She moved like a rippling lake of hot oil under him. Faster and faster he slammed into her as she screamed and sucked the passion out of him like a vacuum. , His hands were lost and clutching at her flanks as she twisted under him, her eyes closed and her body humming with the waves of pleasure.
He grunted deep in his gut and tensed his belly over and over, twisting his prick deep up into her guts and shooting a hot stream of come into her puffy vagina.
She shivered when she felt his stream cascade through her and clawed at his back. Coming hard and moaning she ripped at his back and he spurted deep and hard into her pussy.
Like two panting mad fold they kneaded and clawed at each other shouting as they exploded together and came in a rush which exploded and dissolved them against each other in a sweet orgasm.
Her whole body tingled and the bed felt as if it were made of clouds as she lay under him with her arms around his back.
Stroking every now and then on his shoulder she pressed him close and felt like never moving again. His prick deep up inside her nested and each time she moved, she felt it.
Her tits were hot and covered with sweat under him. Her nose in his long black hair smelled the oil of his scalp and his breathing was another rythm which moved over her contented breathing like a counter point.
Her knees shook when she tried to move them. She started laughing. It came bubbling up like the water from a spring. He looked puzzled.
"You made me weak in the knees," she said laughing and rolling her head back and forth on the pillow. "I don't thing I'll ever be able to walk again. I guess I'll just have to stay here."
He didn't say anything. He stretched his mouth up and kissed her on the lips. His lips were hot on hers and she grabbed the back of his head with both hands, and gripped suddenly with a rekindled passion.
Their tongues danced in each other's moth and she felt his prick growing stiffer inside her. Each time she panted her belly rose against his and she ground it around in a circle turning him on more.
His hand grew wilder on her tits. He pulled long strokes over her tits and she moaned with pleasure.
She felt his dick move hard inside her. I want to suck it so badly, she thought. But I'm afraid to ask him. I wish he'd just put it in my mouth.
She reached down and pushed her hand between them. He lifted his belly and let her caress the base of his prick as it stuck into her pussy.
She pulled him up and took his prick out of her snatch. Holding it tight in her fingers she rubbed it back and forth on his thigh. But what she really wanted was to put it in her mouth.
Taking her heart in her mouth she started nibbling down his chest. Around the whorls of hair around each nipple she chewed and he sighed. Then inch by inch she went lower. Licking and blowing at his belly he grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled her face up.
"I know where you're going you filthy little girl." he said smiling. "I know." He rolled her over on her side and turned around so his head nestled on her thigh. She lifted her upper thigh to make an angle where her cunt hair was matted with her come and his.
She saw his prick, half-stiff and wet against the hair of his thigh. She pressed her mouth against it and flicked the tip of her tongue over the opening of the urethra.
He moaned and opened his legs letting her nestle there and suck. He spread his legs a little more and she took his balls in her hands and rubbed back and forth. His body pressed against her and his prick lengthened to the back of her throat.
It's so long, she thought, I can feel the blood pounding. It doesn't taste bad though. It feels hot and nice to suck on.
Clark lapped and blew in her crotch. His fingers flew over her ass pulling the cheeks apart and running his fingers up and down her ass crack.
She had never had her pussy sucked before. His tongue stroking up and down on her clitoris made her want to move back and forth in swaying dancing shivers.
But when he took it between his teeth and sucked it hard into his mouth she thought she was going to explode. She ground her lips forward against her teeth and crushed her love knob against his teeth until she tingled inside
Down in her belly the sweet coming feeling massed under the skin and spread. Up into her belly and tits where she rubbed them against his it spread until she was moving unconscious of anything but their bodies.
Everything ceased to exist but what was in the tiny circle of their arms and legs. Faster and faster she drew his dick in and out of her mouth. Sucking and blowing on each other they writhed until they were both moaning on the verge of orgasm.
Groaning and plunging deeper and deeper into each others crotches they started to come. Hands and legs wrapped around each other, they pumped and writhed against each other and every place they touched seemed to burst electrically alive. She sucked his prick deep in her mouth and came with his spurting plunging cock rasping over her teeth.
Deep down her throat she took his prick and sucked on his come, drinking it down not caring that she was drinking come and not caring about anything.