by Iona Nixon
They reached the classroom and she sat down at her desk. All the chairs had holes cut in their seats and she wriggled her bare bum to get comfortable against the cold rubber. A tall young woman entered, not much older than the schoolgirls. She was wearing a camisole top that clung to her body outlining her jutting tits. Melissa turned to Julia.
"This is Miss Andrews, she used to be Head Girl here and only started teaching last term." She continued talking in an awestruck voice. "She's amazing. She has absolutely no bladder control at all!"
Julia was beginning to envy her. Her need to pee was now extreme. She tried to relax her muscles but she just felt too inhibited to let go surrounded by all these other girls.
Miss Andrews was speaking. "Good Morning Girls. We have a new girl joining us today. Stand up Julia and introduce yourself."
Julia turned crimson red. She had just managed a small trickle but now that she was the centre of attention her muscles spasmed tight. She mumbled a few words of greeting and hastily sat down. Meanwhile Miss Andrews had walked over to the long drop flexed her legs and stood straddling the hole releasing a turd that seemed never ending. She casually continued talking. "Now our first class is on Agatha Willoughby's Emancipated Philosophy of Liberation. With Julia joining us I think that this is a good time to revise all that we have learnt so far so I've prepared a little resume on the computer. If you can all put on your headphones please."
The Computers fired up and Julia sat enthralled. The lesson was fascinating. She had had no idea that the Great Lady's philosophy could be so reasoned, so captivating and yet so glaringly sensible. All too soon the bell rang for the end of class and she reluctantly removed her headphones. She leant back and with a huge smile she relaxed.
It felt so liberating, so good to feel her long pent up flow of warm golden piss gushing out of her cunt, swirling round her seat, washing down both her legs onto her wiggling toes and through the holes in her clogs onto the tiled floor. The stream continued for some time and she felt its biting warmth until finally dribbling to a halt. Then she savoured her anticipation as she stood up and walked to the corner for a shit.
The End.
A Brief Exchange
The bedroom was filled by a subtle blue glow, casting exotic shadows on the walls of Nadjia's humble quarters. Small flames from sweet smelling candles flickered, the crackling occasionally audible.
Jonathan stood at the door, watching her as she pulled the covers away from her bed. Nadjia took his hand, pulling him toward her, and held him tightly. She captured his eyes with hers, and closed the distance between their lips; first gently, then voraciously, as he responded to her advances.
Jonathan's mind whirled, spellbound by her promising embrace, he filled with desire for his friend turned lover. He felt lost in her beautiful poison, her own desire working its way into him through her kisses. He quivered beneath her touch, as slowly, one piece at a time, Nadjia peeled his clothing from his body, caressing his tight muscles with her warm lips.
He was entranced by the beauty of her presence, and responded with an imperceptible start when she pressed her flesh against his; a small gasp escaping his lips as she pulled him down onto the bed.
Suddenly, breathlessly, she stopped and stared into his eyes, through his eyes, and into his essence. In the blue light of the glowing candles—some fading, some dying, others desperately fighting to continue their meager burn—she felt herself drowning in him. His eyes were deeper than any ocean she would ever swim.
She was dizzy with hunger for him, but greater still, was her overflowing devotion for this creature she embraced. Jonathan was mesmerized, held prisoner by Nadjia's hypnotic gaze, paralyzed by the wonderful sensations that infused his being. In her he saw everything he ever was, and ever would be, his dreams and his nightmares were at once a reality, but fear was nowhere to be found.
"I love you," she whispered, her face inches away from his, "with my life and my very soul. I will never leave you."
Jonathan swallowed. "I love you, Nadjia."
Nadjia smiled; the way he looked at her now would be forever in her mind, her heart, and her soul. She would cherish this moment until the day she was dust, and she would forever bind herself to him that he may never, ever be alone.
Nadjia cringed only for a moment, feeling a vague burning pressure as her lover slowly lowered himself into her. Her body briefly taut, the sensation intense, filling her, and then within a moment, the pain was gone; replaced by magic.
It was nothing like she had ever imagined—nothing that she had ever felt before, but could only fantasize about, in secret. It was beyond comparison. Nadjia threw her head back, Jonathan's breathlessness soft against her ear. She whispered to him melodiously, in her Arabic tongue, telling him repeatedly that she loved him.
She felt herself in union with her lover, a boy she'd grown up with, a boy who was now no longer a child. Nadjia felt as though they were no longer two, but only one in symbiosis, a single spirit wrapped up in a mantle of uninhibited abandoned rapture.
Before this she had felt as if she were only a child; as though her body had been holding its breath, and in this single act—its mere beginning, released a sigh. She imagined her innocence melting away as one of her candles, slowly disintegrating with each of her lover's movements.
Nadjia's eyes rolled involuntarily as she bit her lip to keep from shouting. Emotions so far beyond her ability to describe passed through her as though she were ethereal - a conduit - as light sped through her uncontrollably, compelling, undeniable; power entered her and left her at speeds indescribable by any words.
Her senses struggled intensely as her body attempted to understand what her mind had already grasped. Jonathan's performance far exceeded her expectations, for both of them.
Condensation had gathered on the windows with the heat of their fusion, creating a mirage of mistiness that seemed to dim her whole reality. She felt electrical—if it could be used for description—new sensations filling her, the depths of an unnameable region filling with lusty desires, and she found herself developing a hunger for something she did not yet understand, but felt it would feed her new appetite soon enough.
Jonathan began thrusting harder, and faster.
She imagined him the piston in a steam engine, working in and out of the machine, pivoting and pinning on a constant axis, the fires fed by her hunger for him, and his unfathomable hunger for her.
In this moment of their innocence, or new lack thereof, she felt whole; she felt right, and at home with him.
Nadjia clenched her jaw; head thrown back, nails digging into Jonathan's back, scratching painless welts across his body. Her gentle smiles that rode the soft waves of bliss now turned to intense expressions of boundless ecstasy, and she felt her body arching and quivering, building a feeling that she suspected could not be matched even by paradise. Faintly at first, she heard her voice escaping her throat, no longer able to contain it.
Her feet, and toes; her hands, and the tips of her fingers tingled, but her limbs were heavy. She was faintly aware that her body rocked with each deep thrust as she succumbed to her lover's mad rhythms. Nadjia arched her back out, pushing her body as close to Jonathan as she could, her head back, jaw out, mouth open as her mind slipped into the beautiful oblivion of its own inferno.
The End.
The Cleaning Girl
"Damn, what an ass," Chris said as the cleaning girl walked by. He was leaning over looking around the assembly line as she twisted her fine ass on by. I had noticed her. I mean goddamn, who couldn't notice her. She was about 5' 6'' tall, dark hair and dark skin. Her tits looked to be about 34c's, nice and jiggly, but it was her ass that made all the guys look twice.
I looked at Chris and said, "Damn, dude, is that all you think about?"
Chris laughed and said, "No, I think about the office girls, too."
Chris and myself had been working together for about six months at a new auto assembly plant, and Chris was always looking at the l
adies. He was married, but never missed an opportunity to check out a nice piece of ass.
I on the other hand, never let on that I noticed other women, but I definitely did. I have been married for twenty years and have never cheated on my wife. The cleaning girl had caught my eye before many times, and I have thought how nice it would be to get my hands on that fine ass of hers.
My name is Joe and I have always had an eye for her type of woman...kinda wild with a bit of a slutty side. My wife used to be kind of like that, but time had changed her. She was really not into sex much anymore, and when we did do it, it was very boring. She never seems interested. I have a very high sex drive, so I find my ways to get off...and I have blew my load many times thinking about what it would be like to fuck the cleaning girl.
"I wonder what her damn name is?" asked Chris.
"I don't know," I replied. "Are you interested?"
"If I was a single man I sure would be," said Chris.
"Get back to work and quit dreaming," I laughed.
Chris just laughed, too, and went on about his work. I went back about my job also, but couldn't stop thinking about the cleaning girl. She looked damn fine in those warm up pants today. She usually wore tight jeans, but today she had on warm up pants, and they were a little looser, but still damn fine. She would walk by our work area on her way to clean the restrooms in the back of the plant. She always had those earphones in listening to music on her ipod, pushing her cleaning cart. She couldn't have been over 25, and no one seemed to know her name.
While she was cleaning the restrooms, she would always prop open the door to let everyone know she was in there, so no one would walk in and fall if the floor was wet from mopping, or whatever the case may be. Some of the guys would complain about how long it took her to clean. They would say she was just in there goofing off, or listening to music on her ipod.
If things were a little slow, and I had time, I would always walk over that way to see if I could catch a better glimpse of her through the door. There were vending machines by the restrooms and a water fountain, so I would act like I was looking for something to eat, or getting water.
This particular day, I had plenty of time. The line was down for maintenance, so I made my way over to the vending machines and started trying to get a look in the partially open men's room door. I tried every angle but because of the partition wall, I couldn't see anything, so I moved a little closer to the door. I thought to myself, what if I just walked in and peeked around the partition wall. Maybe I could get a better look. I turned and looked around the area. No one was around at the moment. I could just slip in, get a quick look, and slip back out.
I moved towards the door and opened it slowly, letting it close back against the cleaning cart that held it partially open and peeked around the partition wall.
What I saw then instantly made my dick stir in my pants. The cleaning girl was bent over with one hand on her knee to help support herself, cleaning the side of the sink. She was wiping it with a rag, and as she cleaned it, her ass was moving in slow circles, back and forth.
My eyes were focused on her ass as my dick started to grow. She had her earphones in and had no idea that I was behind her. I moved all the way around the partition wall to get a better look. My dick was bulging in my pants at the site of her fine ass moving back and forth.
Then, she stopped rubbing the sink and stood straight up, threw her arms out and said, "Low, low, low, low," as she moved her whole body down. She was listening to music and was really into it. When she moved down she shook her ass a little and then went back to rubbing the sink.
I noticed that she was over just far enough to the left of the sink where she couldn't see me in the mirror, so I moved a little closer. As she bent over, I could see a sliver of her black thong peeking out from her gray warm up pants. My dick was throbbing by now. She had no idea that I was even there. I moved closer till I was right behind her. She was still listening to her ipod and swaying a little from side to side as she cleaned. I moved my hand outward toward her ass. I stopped just for a split second and thought to myself, "I am a married man. What am I doing?" Then the bulge in my pants took over and made me forget all about my wife. I moved my hand forward again and placed it on her right hip.
She stopped moving and just stood there. I slowly moved my hand down to her right ass cheek and squeezed it gently. She still just stood there, never looking back, never turning around. She raised up just a little and one of the earphones fell out of her right ear. I placed my other hand on her left ass cheek, and still the same response from her. Nothing. She looked straight ahead, never looking back.
I moved in closer to her rubbing my still restrained hard cock against her ass.
Then she spoke. Without looking back she said, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
I didn't reply. I just stood there moving my rock hard dick all over her ass while holding her hips.
Again she asked, "What the hell are you doing?"
Again I did not reply. I just kept feeling her up and grinding into her fine ass. I could tell she was starting to meet my cock as I pressed it into the back of her ass, very slightly at first, then more noticeable. I moved my hand down and it found it's way into her pants. They were loose and easy to manage. I moved down more till I found my way underneath the front of her thong, which was already wet.
She spoke again, "Oh My God," she said. "Oh My Fucking God!" Her voice was deeper. She was starting to get into it.
My fingers found their way to her clit, and after a few strokes I slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy, and then back up to her clit again. Her hips were really moving now. She was grinding her ass all over my cock.
Again she spoke, "Holy Shit! Fuck Yeah!" Her voice was even deeper than before. I could tell she was about to cum. I concentrated on her clit. My fingers were moving faster and faster...and then it happened.
She came hard and long and speaking again, "Oh God! Oh God Yeah! Oh My Fucking God I'm Cumming!"
My dick was so hard. I pulled down her warm up pants, and then her thong. I dropped my pants and my dick sprung up and slapped her on the ass. I took my cock in my hand and slapped her on the ass with it a few times.
She said, "Don't fucking tease me, put it in!"
I rubbed it on her ass a few more times, then moved it to her cunt lips, but never putting it in.
She was moving her ass all around trying to meet the head of my dick, but never finding it.
In a rough voice she said, "Quit teasing me goddammit, put it in!"
I moved my rock hard cock up to meet her cunt lips again. Then, in one hard thrust, I drove it in her soaking wet pussy.
Her head flew backwards as her back arched, and after a few thrust, I was pounding that pussy with all I had. I reached up and grabbed a handfull of her hair with my left hand, and put my right hand under her shirt. I made my way to her bra and pulled it up, letting her tits fall free. I cupped her right tit in my right hand and started playing with her nipple while pulling her hair.
She started speaking again, "Oh Holy God! Fuck the Shit Out of Me! Oh God! Oh God Yeah! Oh My Fucking God!"
She was about to cum again and I was thinking, "Damn, I hope no one can hear her." It's loud in the plant, but she is getting pretty damn loud in here, but there was no way in hell that I was stopping. I was pumping her pussy harder than ever now, and pulling back on her hair...and then it happened again.
She came, even harder than before. "Oh Goddamn," she said in a very rough, almost evil voice. "Fuck Me You Goddamn Bastard! Fuck the Goddamn Shit out of Me!"
Her little dirty mouth was about to make me loose my load, so I slowed down a little, pumping her pussy slower. She could tell I was close and said, "Don't you dare cum inside me you bastard. Don't even think about it. I am not on birth control."
Still pumping her slowly, I leaned over and spoke my first words. "You fucking little slut. You are in a bathroom fucking a man that you don't even know, and you are lov
ing the hell out of it, aren't you?"
She didn't say a word. Just silence. I continued slowly moving my dick in and out of her pussy.
I asked her again, "You are loving this aren't you? You are a little fucking whore, aren't you?"
This time she answered, "Hell Yeah!"
I put my mouth right up against her ear and said, "Hell Yeah, what?"
In her deep voice she answered, "Hell Yeah, I am a little fucking whore! Now fuck me harder goddammit!"
I picked up the pace again. Her ass was jiggling and shaking as I pounded that shit. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I reached under her shirt and grabbed her swaying tits once again. I moved my fingers around her nipples and I could tell she really liked that. She began to speak again, "Oh Holy Fuck! Oh My Fucking God!"
I leaned down close to her ear again. In a very stern voice I said, "Make me cum, Bitch!"
She said, "Hell Yeah! Do It! Anywhere but my pussy. Now fuck me hard, I'm close!"
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and teased her cunt lips.
She said in a very confused voice, "What the hell are you doing? I am close. Fuck me goddammit!"
I leaned over again and said, "If I put my dick back in your pussy, I ain't taking it out again till after I cum!"
"Put it back in you mother fucker! I want it! Give it to me! Make me cum!"
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Just put it back in," she said in a lustful voice. "Just do it!"
She was moving her ass back and forth. She wanted it. She needed to cum again, and she was too far over the edge to care.
I put my dick back in her soaking wet pussy. She let out a little moan and quivered. Then, she started moving her ass back and forth on my rock hard cock. I squeezed her hips and we got into a good rhythm.
She started with her dirty little mouth again, "Oh My Fucking God! Oh Goddamn! Holy Shit!"
I knew she was close and I was too. I said to her again, "Make me cum, Bitch!"
She said, "Hell Yeah! Cum goddammit! Cum!"