Chapter 3
Sheila was on her back in the dim red room. Her large thighs were thrown apart and her triangle of crotch hair looked very dark in the V of her legs.
Her arms were thrown back on either side of her head and her belly heaved as she panted for breath. Her head rolled from side to side as she shook to some rhythm only she could hear.
In the room there were five or six guys standing around in various stages of stripping their clothes off. The thigh-fronts were smeared wet and sticky with come and her mouth was a raw wet slash across her face.
One of the men, erect and hard mounted her and she pulled her legs up to her tits and presenting him with a ripe open cunt. He grabbed down around both ass cheeks and jammed his prick up into her.
She shivered every inch of his cock up her chute and he bit her massive boob. When he pulled his mouth away there were teeth marks around the nipple. She grabbed his head and jammed it back down on her moaning with delight.
He bucked on her as she twisted her hips in long flowing bumps and grinds. Around and around she swiveled and then wrapped her thighs around tighter to hold him fast.
Pumping like a severed legs in her crotch, he spasmed his whole body faster and faster until he shouted and came.
She felt the twisting and the tearing prick in her guts. It was the same delicious feeling as when she had fucked earlier that night. Only her cunt was sopping and burned raw from the cocks which had been inside since and her body moved easily in the twisting humping rhythm.
Shooting streams of his jism deep down into her he clawed at her shoulders and rode her as she writhed under him. Her large full frame moved hard underneath and her arms and legs engulfed him.
Hot and hungry she sucked at him. Faster and faster she flashed his spurting sword up into her and came around it in waves of pleasure. Her body dissolved into little bursts of pleasure and then exploded into wild twisting sweet ecstasies.
Grinding out the last spurt of come from him she pushed him off and another replaced him, his prick hard and longer. The wide flared tip felt like a battering ram pushing her wet lips apart and slamming up into her pussy. Harder and deeper he pounded until she came with him pushing at her tits.
She was screaming and pleading for more. Fingers and hands were all over her. She felt like she was a baby being handled by a dozen adults. Fondled back and forth she felt mouths, fingers and phalluses at every hole and patch of skin. some one had his cock pushed against her ass-hole and another at her mouth. Pushing and sliding wet with the drops of come poised at the tip of them, they made her melt as they pushed back and forth.
Then she felt the two pricks, one at her cunt and one at her ass-hole, push simultaneously up her holes and she tensed into rigid waves of electric patterns. In a flash she was fluttering against the piercing pricks like a strobe light gone mad.
Faster and harder they slammed against each other grinding her between. Flailing and twisting in ecstasies she found a prick hung in her face and a thigh pressed hot around her cheek. She reached her mouth out for it and sucked it in.
Her colors and feeling went all brown and flowing again. The three bodies writhing against her pushed their cocks up into her holes and she took them all the way. Her membranes pulsated and she twisted all three around in her at once as if her whole body were a giant heart pumping.
Deeper and deeper into her throat she took the prick and felt it knobby like an old tree. She licked up and down the skin-bark and the crown.
As she ran the tip of her tongue across the sensitive underside of his prick his whole body heaved like a whale in the water.
She held him tight and hot around the balls and by the base of the cock as she did it again. He heaved once more moaning from far off like thunder.
She held his cock about half-way down with her teeth and began rhythmically stroking the underside of the tip, moaning each time he heaved against her powerfully. Then she felt him deep inside.
Her tongue flashed over the loose fold of skin and she felt his prick surge down at the base. Her hands on his balls pulled gently and he bucked again.
Then, after what seemed like a pause of eternity, he throbbed again. She imagined boulders crashing down hillsides and trees tumbling with a tremendous roar. The power in his prick seemed to be that of an avalanche just before breaking loose.
Deep and full he throbbed and then suddenly there was another giant spasm at the base of his prik and his river of come came sloshing up through the pumping tube.
All the way up through his prick she felt it in her fingers and pushed her mouth down over the tip and then almost all the way out to drink it.
Up into her mouth, white and smooth it burst. But to Sheila it felt wet and clear like spring water. She pulled his dick hard to one side and up. He howled and his prick burst another spurt of come into her yearning mouth.
Over and over his prick spurted into her mouth and she drank his steaming come gratefully. Sucking and licking she felt her whole body pierced with cocks. Her very twisting made the other two grind into her until they came too.
At last a short blonde boy mounted her. His thin ass was narrow between her thick legs. But his red raw-looking prick hung heavy between his legs.
She writhed on the bed as he stripped his shirt off and stood over her, his prick half-erect. Her cries were lost and she moaned in complete abandon. She bent her knees up in the air and lifted her ass off the bed in sexual longing.
He mounted her and slid his legs around his cock planted in her pussy and his feet up by her head. Then he lay flat on his back and bent his knees up to pull her harder onto his prick.
Both flat on their backs, the two ground around on the bed until she was moaning and pleading for him to come.
Another couple, stripped and the girl put her mouth down against Sheila's clitoris. She thrust her tongue against the blonde boy's cock as it slid in and out her hole and tasted the slaty aroma and essence of their come.
The guy squatted over Sheila's mouth bobbing his balls and cock at her mouth. She snapped up at them with her teeth and gums. Higher and higher she strained her head trying to get to his prick.
The she caught it and pulled him inside. Twisting and thrusting at each other the four moaned in ecstasy, a mass of twisting bodies.
Sheila, covered with spit and come, moved simply in blind reaction to the good feeling of the tongues and cocks on her. The more she was fucked the more she wanted. Her whole body was like a giant organ of love and she wanted only to be caressed there.
Stroking and licking they forced waves upon waves of pleasure down on her until she flailing and moaning, completely lost in frenzy.
Then the long hard prick shoved up her snatch exploded up her. Bursting hot wave upon wave he humped into her until he was limp and spent. She clamped her lips around the prick in her mouth and miled it with tongue fluttering until it shot into her and she took it while the last of the blonde boy's thrusts were grinding out into her pussy.
It ended as abruptly as it started. Suddenly the lights were out and there was no one there fucking her. Someone pulled a sheet over her head and it felt like a shroud. For an instant she wanted to scream. But then she realized it felt good and she drifted off slowly into a dreamless sleep covered with come.
When she woke it was morning and there was no one in the room. It looked strange and new by daylight. She looked around without turning her head. Everything was still moving and dissolving when she picked her head up and so she dropped it right back down.
Drifting in and out of a fitful sleep she spent the rest of the golden morning. There were two cats in the room and they were playing at her feet.
Little kittens, they still jumped and skittered back and forth at each other unsurely. She saw them as if her eyes were magnifying glasses. She saw their mouths and whiskers twitch and move hungrily as they stalked each other. At one instant they looked tame and friendly little kittens and at the next they looked ferocious tigers.
Finally in the afternoon she got up. Her body was stiff and everything had a light new quality like the inside of a car when it rolls out of the showroom. Every step was an exploration and each time she put her feet down on the floor she found something new.
Her mind kept rolling very gently as if she were on a large ship in the ocean. Back and forth she moved with the feeling. She went in the bathroom and washed herself. She was covered with dry come, her thighs sticky with it.
The shower felt as if she were shedding her skin. Old washed away and the new was revealed. She washed her hair and crotch luxuriously and her whole body felt reborn as she stepped out of the shower and back into her clothes.
There was still no one else in the apartment. In a strange way she felt as if she were the only person in the whole world. The apartment faced on a tree-filled back yard. They waved to a fro in the autumn breeze. The sun shone through and cast moving shadows on the floor.
Whether she was the first or last person on earth she wasn't sure. She was only a small, very fragile construction of calcium and water. She could feel every bone in her body as if she thought too long about them she could feel the awful pressure on them.
Remembering what Tammy and Clark had told her she let herself go and went with the feeling. It carried her deep into her body. She just flopped on the floor where she was and lay there feeling the structures and stresses keeping her one.
Like a subterranean traveler she moved through her body with her senses, feeling each tiny crevice and area. Her belly and legs were like tight drums, their muscles taut and ready to tense still more.
Her head was a hollow brittle shell within which she dwelt, fragile on the edge of survival. Her breath pumped in and out of her like a hoarse calling of the sea. Ebb and flow she heard it in all its desperate and precarious harshness.
She had never realized she was so close to death. She had never felt the strain of living so much before. Her whole being was focused then on pulling the air in and forcing it out. It made her chest ache. If living was such a strain she didn't think she could do it for much longer.
More frantically she tried to pull the air into her lungs. But she felt the supply dwindling and her body crying for more. But the harder she pushed the more her chest seemed to be banded with iron. Her breath was tortured and each one she paid for with a higher price than the last.
Her mind spun crazily as she groped up from under the oppressive fear. Tighter and tighter she felt her throat until she could not breathe at all and her breath burned stagnant in her lungs. Her heart pounded as her body cried out for air. But there was no air. Her chest was frozen and her brain burning and reeling with the rear of dying. Her eyes grew dim and spotted with the lack of oxygen. Yet she could not move from off the floor.
Burning and aching, her whole body twisted until she thought she was going to die. Then with a rush a realization came to her which freed her lungs. Let it come, she thought. Let it come if that is what is coming.
She let her whole body go limp with acceptance. Her mind tasted the sweet feeling of submission as she accepted the death of her body. She felt her self floating and drifting serenely as the burning in her lungs seemed to diffuse throughout her whole body.
Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that it was impossible to hear anything else. Her eyes were blinded with the lack of air and her mouth hung open uselessly.
Further an further she went, giving in to the terrible beautiful feeling. Then like the bursting of a balloon filled with milk she felt the agony explode and free her. Tingling and flying through space she felt as she had the night before when she was in bed making love.
Open and accepting everything she had taken their cocks as much as they had given and more. She had let everything just flow and it had come so sweet that when she remembered it her love lips grew damp.
Breathing deep and even, like a sailboat tacking into the wind, she sailed her body out of danger and opened her eyes. It was bright in the room and the leaves still made patterns on the floor. Her mind was open like the pages of a book wet off the press. She lay there for another hour and then got up. She had seen no one else all day and she was curious to see other people, she hunted around in the tumble of stuff on the bed for her bag, feeling like some ancient human grubbing around in a midden heap for a bone.
She found it exultantly and clasped it too her as she stepped out the door. Down the narrow steps she creaked feeling as if she were being born again. Harder and harder it was as she got closer to the front door. The hall was quiet but outside, like a pressure, she could feel the world full of people and movement. she craved it but she feared it. The last few she had to push herself down. The door itself seemed to vibrate and it seemed to grow more vibrantly red as she reached to open it.
She grasped it and an almost electric shock coursed through her body. She pulled it open slowly and the sounds of the street engulfed her. Cars and children making noise. The sound of dogs barking was everywhere.
She took some very unsteady steps outside and then grew more confident. She slowly remembered, as if from another lifetime, how one was supposed to act in the street.
She saw the different faces, frightened, happy and sad as if for the first time. She passed each new thing exploring it until she remembered it again. But this time it was new. Everything was new and she couldn't help but stare.
She felt so wonderful and free she started dancing and skipping down the street. People looked at her but she saw them and understood why they were looking and not dancing with her. It all seemed so curious that they were just staring but she didn't care. All she cared about was that she felt so wonderful and free that she had to dance.
I sure have been missing a lot, she thought as she saw a boy who reminded her of the blonde boy who fucked her the night before. I've been wasting my time. She remembered how his coke slid in smooth and hard as she spread her legs to let him in. Electric flashing colors and her moaning breath flashed through her memory. It hardly seemed as if it could have been her screaming and shrieking like that but it had been and she wanted more.
Dressed in the flowing black cape she had borrowed from Tammy she walked up and down the streets until it was dark. The little children were inside for dinner, she could hear them munching and chattering. She felt as if her cloak and the blackness made her invisible. All the fantasies she used to have when she was little of being able to sneak up on people and observe them unobserved seemed to be coming true. From far off she could hear people talking and sense their feelings. Everything seemed to be open to her.
The acid she had taken was strong and it was still making her high when she found
Tammy's house quite by accident. It looked crooked and different and she looked as if she were seeing if for the very first time. But there was a light in the window.
Tammy was home and she smiled warmly embracing Sheila. "I feel so wonderful," Sheila said tears streaming down her face. "It's like I always wanted. You know, to be close and really know and feel things. It's so beautiful!! "
Tammy smiled more broadly and sat her down on the couch. "That stuff is pretty pure, but you still ought to take it easy coming down," she said. "You just sit there and we'll rap a while."
All night long the two old friends talked about everything. Sheila could sense. Tammy's open warmth and she told her everything.
She told her about her mother and father who Tammy already knew to look at. But Sheila told her all about how she felt they never seemed to want to accept that she was a person with feelings, sexuality, needs or anything like that.
"All I am to them is what I become," Sheila said bitterly. "But even that's not good enough. When I told them I wanted to be a doctor, they freaked out. 'That's not a proper profession for a woman.' Can you image I don't know what would make them happy. I know what makes them unhappy. It would make them unhappy to know I was fucking with anyone or taking acid. It would make them unhappy to know I was smoking grass and it would make them unhappy to know I was talking about them.
"It's so weird. I know many things that make them unhappy but I can't think of one thing I could DO which would make them HAPPY."
Tammy just listened and nodded. It all came pouring out of Sheila like a torrent long dammed up. They rapped almost all night. Sheila had never talked like that in all her life. All the feelings she kept inside hoping that everything would be all right. But it felt so good to tell someone.
She talked so much that night that she didn't remember all the things she said. Later, she was embarrassed to ask Tammy what she had said. She was afraid she had said some things which were just too personal. What she really meant when she used the word "personal" were things she would rather keep a secret.
Finally, around dawn Sheila went to sleep on the couch and Tammy covered her over and let her sleep. It wasn't until it was almost dark the next night that Sheila woke up. Still all the acid wasn't worn off. She still had a starry look in her eye and everything had a newness to it which she knew was the feeling from the acid.
"You know," Sheila said later that night. "I've got to get down to some studying. It's almost two weeks since classes started and I haven't cracked a book. I'm never going to get decent grades if I don't get some studying done."
"Why don't you just ball the teacher," Tammy said with an offhand gesture of her head. "You take organic don't you? I hear that what's his name, Rosen, is pretty cute."
"Are you serious?" Sheila said appalled. "I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" Tammy said chuckling. "Everybody else does it. What's so special about you? You don't think any other way do you?"
Sheila thought about is a little and realized that most of the girls she had seen outsidy her class hadn't sounded as if they would have recognized a carbon ring if it had bitten them on the thigh. They mostly looked and sounded pretty dumb.
"Well you can do what you want," Tammy said. "It's your funeral. But my advice is to get friendly with the guy. It can't hurt. Maybe you can just get some extra tutoring if you need it."
That didn't sound quite so bad to Sheila as balling him did. Anyone could need some extra tutoring. That's what education is all about, she thought satisfied in her rational The next day she made sure to sit in the front row. The class had thinned out considerable since the first week and more than a few aspiring doctors had reconsidered medicine.
Quite without knowing it she put on her shortest skirt and lowest cut blouse. The skirt, black cotton and tight, showed off her long and full thighs to advantage. Her long-sleeved light pink blouse was tight on her arms and belly. It plunged down on her bosom, falling open casually on her braless breasts.
Sitting in the front row, bent over her notes as Professor Rosen paced back and forth on his platform, she offered a pretty picture. As he looked down he could see her full young breasts almost to he bottom of their curve.
He could see her thighs strain across under her skirt. At the bend of her body he saw her belly bulge slightly around the top of her skirt.
He could almost feel the luscious tactile sensation of his fingers on her hips stroking. Her whole body seemed to loom up at him from her seat.
Her swinging free tits, full under her thin blouse hypnotized him. Her nipples were taut under the slight fabric and he could see them and the little pimple-like protrusions around them.
Her breath seemed to control him as she leaned back and stared dreamily into her notebook. When she lifted her legs, putting one knee over the other, his cock stiffened inside his pants to the point he was afraid the class would notice.
He licked his lips as he noticed her shift her ass on the hard wood seat. He imagined the fragrant crack under her skirt, damp and fetid. He wondered how it would feel to push his hand deep inside and feel her moisten until his ana was sopping. In the middle of the lecture introducing a new class or organic chemicals Sheila opened another button on her blouse. It was almost even with the bottom of her tits and with it open, her blouse flapped apart so it was almost impossible not to see into it from above.
Professor Rosen lost his place entirely when he saw her taut nipples hanging brown and naked under her pink blouse. He was standing at the front of the platform leaning almost directly over her.
He could see her bellybutton and the tawny contours of her belly, scrunched up deliriously from sitting. Her belly was smooth and looked as if it would feel like stain to his touch.
He stopped speaking in mid-sentence, feeling his dick rise hard against the back of the podium. He wiped forehead with a handkerchief he pulled from his jacket pocket.
Shuffling through his notes trying to regain his place and composure, he tried not to look at her. He succeeded in finding his place but her body was like a magnet. She was looking straight up at him and the naked expanse of her neck and chest open to his gaze made his stomach go cold with excitement.
Purely by reflex he made it through the rest of the lecture. When he noticed his watch indicated it was the lecture. When he noticed his watch indicated it was time to go he told the class it was dismissal time gratefully.
He was standing in a daze, not watching
Sheila, when she came up to him. He turned back and saw her smile at him. He could smell some kind of scent she was wearing and her green eyes were flashing at him.
"I don't think I got the last two lectures too well Professor," she said. "Do you think I could arrange to come to your office for some help." She batted her eyes at him and he flet his dick stiffen again in his pants.
"why of course," he said. "As a matter-of-fact I have office hours now if you would like to come up now. I'm free the rest of the afternoon."
She smiled at him broadly and gratefully offered a lovely view down her blouse. As she swung around to go out the door he saw her luscious breasts swing free under her blouse.
It was only a short way to his office and soon he was at his desk and she was in a chair next to it. He explained very briefly and simply what the previous two lectures had been about.
Sheila in reality did not understand it only because she had cut the previous one and hadn't opened a textbook since she got to the University.
But when Professor Rosen explained it simply, she grasped it right away. However she didn't let on she understood it. She had him explain everything in excruciating detail.
Pretending not to understand it she leaned closer to the diagrams pressing her shoulder against his and brushing her fingers over his as if by accident.
But it was not accident what that did to Professor Rosen. The smell of her body and the feel of it rubbing against him was heaven. He felt her light tough thrill him deep inside.
"Oh I see!! " she squealed as if the key to her puzzled mind had just leaped into her brain. She grabbed his forearm in excitement and beamed.
"Now I understand it," she said squeezing harder and moving her body closer to his. "You don't know how much this means to me to be able to understand this. It's very important that I do well."
He asked her what she was planning on doing with her education and she told him about wanting to be a doctor. But not for one minute of the conversation did she move back from his shoulder or move her arm away from his.
He felt her warmth next to him and moved closer. His mouth was dry with anticipation and he felt his heart pounding. He wanted her so much he could feel his cock throbbing under his pants as she pressed her thighs against his.