Sprawled lazily on the living room couch, Zoe reeked of perfume and radiated sex, absolutely alluring in her filmy negligee. If only I could have made love to her! If only I hadn't promised to be nice to that other one…
She was already waiting for me in the bedroom, though, middle-aged and fat, a rather pathetic creature. Blanche Fuller. A plump blob of flesh, all smiles and simpers and giggles, an inane parady of girlishness. An oversized kewpie-doll with washed-out blue eyes and a mop of orange-streaked reddish-brown hair, ugh, I felt like a condemned prisoner with no hope of a reprieve.
"Still pouting, hmm? Come on, kid, wipe that look off your face. You couldn't be nice to anybody when you're sulking."
"I, I could be nice to you. Zoe?" Feigning a weak grin, I bent and kissed her bare foot beseechingly, licking the toes with the tip of a worshipful tongue. "Isn't there some way I can get out of this without causing trouble?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You just try and I'll personally guarantee that you'll be in for the hassle of your life. Now leave my feet alone, you're getting yourself all steamed up."
"Steamed up, oh sure. Don't I wish I could."
"Huh? Oh. Come on up here. I guess maybe we ought to do something about that. Put you in a better mood."
I straightened up and stepped toward her beckoning hand, gasping as it shot out and seized my thigh. The clamped palm squeezed and relaxed alternately, stupefying me with an ebb and flow of sensation. I winced and then trembled uncontrollably as the forceful grip inched upward with deliberate but maddening slowness.
"Look at me. This is Zoe telling you what to do. When you go into that bedroom, don't worry, you'll be great. You'll think of me, only me, and that will make it easy to put on an act for her. Remember, you'll be doing it to please me. Just me. And I'm the only one for you, isn't that right?"
"Y-yes. You're the only one."
"Good girl."
My knees were getting limp. Still flexing, her hand had reached my cunt, cupping it from outside but delaying entry as I licked my dry lips and struggled to keep from collapsing. Her face became a weird blur. All but the eyes, the dark slitted eyes that glowed and commanded and imparted their uncompromising message; oh shit, they bored right through me!
"And it'll be a good act, you understand, Dana?"
"Uh-huh… " I didn't, really, at least not clearly, how could I think of one woman and put on an act for another? But this wasn't the time to say so. It might interrupt the movements of those fingers down there, especially that one marvelous finger that had left the others to go foraging around on its own.
"Okay. That's settled." Her hand fell away. "Don't worry, you'll be just, "
"No. Please… "
"Huh?"
"M-more. Do it some more."
"Oh?" The dark eyes glittered. "No, you've had enough, you're in the right mood now. Yeah. You'll do just fine. But you can give me a little kiss if you want to." Then, sharply, "Not like that. You know the kind of kiss that pleases me most. The same kind that pleases you. Uh-huh. That's better."
Her cunt thrilled me. In the ecstasy of wallowing inside her perfumed flesh, I forgot the urgency of my own. I just wished it could go on forever like this. Even the anguish of my prospective martyrdom began to recede disarmingly. Now there was just the two of us, lovers, a loving mouth, a loving cunt…
"And afterward, darling, just think of what comes afterward. I'll be waiting right here for you. For more of this… " Her thighs tensed, rattling my skull deliciously. "And then you can have all you want. Won't that be lovely?"
"Mmm… " I nodded emphatically, still sucking.
"So let's have no more pouting to spoil that pretty face, hmm? Blanche may not be the most appetizing woman in the world, but just stay in this sexy mood and I'm sure you'll enjoy her. I know damn well she'll enjoy you. Uh-huh. Who wouldn't?" Sighing almost plaintively, she twined her fingers in my hair. "Oh, I do hate to let you go. But it's time now." Her grasp tightened abruptly and yanked, pulling my head up as her belly lurched and disgorged my face. Merciless once again, she held me there like that, off balance, hanging by a fistful of hair. "I'll say this just once, kid. I want you to be as nice to her as you are to me. And as obedient. Do as you're told, and no whining, you hear?"
"I, I understand. Whatever you say."
"On your way, then. Better stop for a quickie in the bathroom first, though, your makeup needs fixing. But that's all, no clothes, no robe, just do your face and hair and go in there naked. Do a good job, make me proud of you. Any questions?"
"N-no. No questions."
"Go ahead. I'll see you later. Scat!"
I stifled a sob. But her authoritative tone demanded total submission, stirring me to action immediately. Zoe had spoken and it simply wasn't within my power to disobey. Reluctantly, after one last adoring glance, I trotted off to prepare for the ordeal, my heart heavy and yet thumping in excitement.
Oh, it was awful, of course, awful to be sent away in this condition, my nerves taut, my lips tingling. But it must have been effective, I had to admit, turning me on and leaving me less fretful about the coming adventure. Maybe the whole thing would be just a cake walk if I could keep thinking of my sexy goddess. Of the thrilling fingers and tempting flesh and the exhilarating prospect of embraces later on. With no reason then to cut my kiss short. That favorite kiss of ours! One embrace might even carry us through the night, who could tell?, sometimes she could be so demanding.
In front of the mirror, I smiled wryly and knew that any all-night kiss would probably by my own demand. Or my plea, rather, since I might even have to beg for permission. But the idea itself was definitely mine. Because even now I hated to use my lipstick and obliterate those last precious traces of the taste and scent of my beloved. The thrill of my beloved's cunt. Beloved cunt…
But it had to be done, and carefully too; wasn't I supposed to look my best and make her proud of me? I worked steadily and finished the job, fluffing out my hair as a final touch. Although that girl staring at me from out of the glass was hardly the fluffy type now, too suave, too sleek and sophisticated. And so sexy! I stared back breathlessly, seeing myself anew, the face of a stranger all of a sudden, ablush with shame and aglow with a mature sensuality far beyond my years. Even my freshly painted lips appeared to be still in the middle of a kiss. Beautiful. A judgment I could make with pride and without prejudice. In all my young life I had never looked quite so beautiful.
The fluttering inside me persisted, my nerves still stretched to the breaking point, but I recognized the sensation as more excited than queasy. I thought of the fat woman in the bedroom and was mystified by my own ambiguous mood. After such strict orders to obey her, it seemed impossible that I should accept the situation so placidly. Even willingly, to some extent, although that was probably a delusion instilled by Zoe's promise of delights to come, if the orders were carried out to her satisfaction. Or to Blanche's satisfaction, rather, since that was the crux of the issue. So perceptive, that shrewd goddess of mine…
The robe on the hook was a temptation, a pretense of modesty, if nothing more, but I remembered my instructions and left it hanging there. Naked but only mildly embarrassed, I left the bathroom and went to meet my fate. The door was ajar and I strode in resolutely, not even bothering to knock.
Clad in a concealing peignoir, the woman lay upon the bed; she arched her brows and simpered gleefully, taking her cue from me and wriggling out of the garment. She was sloppy fat, sure enough, but I made the observation dispassionately; fat, skinny, beautiful, ugly, what difference did it make? I was only doing this to please my lover lying out there on the couch. So that I might earn the right to lie with her afterward and perhaps please myself.
"You look gorgeous, my dear. Such an exquisite figure! And so young, too. Charming, simply charming."
The flattery helped. "Thank you." I lifted my arms overhead and revolved seductively, very much aware of the admiration in her glistening eyes. A hot gaze feasting on my flesh, my nude flesh so openly flaunted; ah yes, it was nice to be appreciated, even if only by someone who meant nothing to me. I was proud of my body. And grateful for the boost to my ego. Besides, just standing here and posing like this was easy, a pleasant postponement before settling down to grapple with the problem.
Only it turned out to be pretty brief. Blanche tossed her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Two steps closed the gap between us and brought my exhibition to an abrupt halt. With a bump that almost knocked me down! She furnished solid support, though, holding me upright in a clutching bear hug and rubbing her plump body against mine.
"Baby, you're so beautiful… "
I tried to break free. "Please. Can't we, "
Her mouth silenced me. She forced my lips apart with her probing tongue. I gave up struggling and accepted her affections docilely, poised now and playing my proper role with an air of detachment, no longer disturbed by her unseemly but understandable haste. Resistance would have been futile anyway; there was hidden strength beneath all that blubber, and I just succumbed to the inevitable and let my lips go soft. Soft and pliant, yielding to the stab of her tongue with no more than a token whimper, demure even in the face of danger. Just letting her know that I was only a little girl, outweighed and overmatched and helpless against such odds, a poor little girl in need of sympathy and tender loving care. Wouldn't the big bad lady take heed and play nice?
Hah! I should have known better; meek little girls were this big bad lady's meat apparently. Her kiss turned fierce, as pierce as any kiss ever to come my way, and my head lolled under it limply as I absorbed the length of her tongue in my mouth. The big fat tongue she was cramming down my throat. Ugh! My stomach churned, but I didn't have time to worry about getting sick, not with a sudden new anguish to bear. I moaned as her hands flexed and locked cruelly upon my breasts, frightening now and wondering just how sadistic this fat bitch was going to get.
And yet, somehow, even the pain grew less intolerable as she went on squeezing my tits with her hands and raping my mouth with her tongue. Much as I hated it, I recognized a certain vaguely familiar excitement in the depths of my body, hateful but not exactly unwelcome; a little more of it might even make this dreaded encounter quite interesting. She was pinching my nipples now, alternating sharp agony with a dull ache-sadism, pure and simple!, and still my fear was turning into something else, something different, something I couldn't ignore.
No! The mere thought gave me a twinge of guilt, a sense of disloyalty. This flabby thing marauding my body and clogging my brain was just an impersonal hunk of nothing, an obstacle that represented only a means of pleasing my one true love. Zoe, I'm doing it for you!
When the kiss ended, Blanche nudged me toward the bed roughly, standing there with an evil grin on her face as I tumbled and then peered up at her, a shaky little heap of humanity. She looked like a cow now, a cow with dangling udders. Only she was big and powerful and obviously determined to use me for her own perverted pleasure, and there was nothing cow like in her attitude. She didn't simper any more. Or toss pretty compliments. Her lips were a twisted sneer of scorn as she glared down at me.
"Snotty little cunt. You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that Miss America act of yours? You think I don't know what you are? Whore! Filthy little whore!"
I shuddered. She heaved herself up on the bed, one heavy leg and then the other. I shrank away, squirming frantically for an avenue of escape. But her great bulk sagged and her fat thighs came down on my already sore breasts, and I shut my eyes as she squashed me into immobility.
"No, you little bitch!" She slapped my face. "Open your eyes and look at me." Again her palm lashed out, stinging my cheek. "Look at me, you whore! Look and see what you're getting."
My eyelids flickered and went wide. I saw the ugliness of her, the bloated corpulence of her grotesque form, the pasty flesh draped in misshapen folds and wrinkles. And far above, in the dim perspective, the leering face with those round pig-eyes gloating malignantly through tiered layers of wax like fat. It was a pretty horrendous sight, but I kept looking at her. I sure didn't want that pudgy hand smashing me again.
"Okay, baby, time to show your stuff." The pressure on my bosom eased perceptibly. "You know what a girl like you can do for a woman like me. And you're going to do it, you hear? With that little pink tongue of yours, plenty of tongue. Come on r whore, let's see how good you are!"
She loomed above me, directly over my head. I felt the heat of her crotch eddying down upon my bruised skin. And then the monstrous pulp settled and I fought for breath. But it divided with surprising familiarity, thick with hair, and I put my tongue to work almost instinctively, conscious of my assignment and dutiful to my role of cunt-lapper, no matter how loathsome the cunt. This one sure tasted vile to my admittedly untutored palate, all slimy and oozing from inside, inundating me with its fetid flow, practically, soaking my mired face to the point of total saturation in the seemingly endless drainage. And still I labored conscientiously, sucking and slurping like a veteran as that gargantuan hulk up there twitched and writhed in fitful response.
It wasn't all that bad, actually, once I picked up the knack of breathing and became accustomed to the various and sundry pitfalls encountered in lapping an uncooperative cunt. I might have gone on like that tirelessly with no further cause for complaint. But then my fat friend got playful all of a sudden, lurching up off the platform of my cheekbones and coming apart like an unruly missile on the launch pad. I panted for a blessedly untainted lungful of oxygen, a bit dazed but nonetheless delighted by the unexpected freedom. Only it lasted just about that long too, barely time for a single breath and my respite was over. Blanche had regrouped at the peak and readjusted on the way down, searching for new and more fanciful sport. And her search was narrowing down proportionately, of course, making any added advice unnecessary. But she offered some just the same, loud and clear and disgustingly unmistakable:
"Tongue it, you stupid bitch! Kiss my ass! Tongue my ass! Suck my ass! Give me your tongue, whore, and give it to me good, right up my asshole!"
If ever there was a worse moment in my life, I couldn't recall it. Self-preservation alone was enough to spur me to instant obedience, otherwise that enormous weight would have crushed my skull like an eggshell. So I went ahead as ordered, kissing and sucking and tonguing, kissing and sucking and tonguing. And feeling that nasty little hole squirming to the touch and rolling around on my nose and mouth and cheeks. Using me, just using me, with no thought of love or beauty or the thrill of worship. The big thing squashing my face wasn't even an ass anymore, it was just swollen meat, fat meat slobbering all over me, slobbering back the spit from my own aching mouth.
Death would have been a wiser choice. Luckily, though, I did have a means of preserving my sanity, Zoe, I'm doing it for you, all for you, still sufficient motivation even now! Not that I needed anything to inspire me, it was just a matter of do or die, and I had no intention of letting my young and active life get snuffed out under some fat woman's rump. So I remembered a few lessons out of the past and just acted accordingly, fucking her slippery-hot ass with my tongue and going into a contortion to sneak one arm up and fuck her slippery-hot cunt with my fingers. Until she lurched up off the launch pad again and shattered herself to a million fragments, give or take a thousand. Too many to put back together at this hour of the night, anyway, and I left her like that and tiptoed out on my own errand of salvage. A little girl in search of sport. With her little pink tongue refreshed and ready to go. As a matter of fact, it was a very good hour of the night.