0 comments/ 40479 views/ 0 favorites Hallway By: huppenkothen Foreword: Thanks for your nice feedback considering my masturbation story. I hope you like this one too. ***** Chills run through me when I see you walk through my door. I have an instant slight hard on. You have got sex written all over every inch of your body. As soon as we close the door we start kissing in the hall and strip off our clothes. Underneath your clothes I find marvellous white lingerie. Your thigh high stockings really turn me on. I remove your Bra and you grab into my shorts. You feel how my cock is hardening more and more in your hand as I caress your beautiful, soft breasts. I roll your nipples between my fingers. They stand erect, - just like my cock. You pull down my shorts and take a good look at it, while you begin to stroke it gently. I start too kiss your breasts letting my wet tongue slip around the nipples. As I suck at them you start to moan, madly stroking my cock at the same time. I want you right now. I take a wooden stool, put it in the middle of the hall in front of a big mirror. Immediately you bend over it on all fours, your tummy leaning on the stool. I can see and smell your hot ass in front of me as I kneel behind you. I slowly pull your pants down and let my hand wander over your buttocks. Lowering my head I start to lick your pussy from behind. What a delicious taste. Your cunt is already soaking wet, and you are moaning continuously as my tongue parts your lips moving inside the red hot opening. I am so horny that I have to play with myself, while I am licking your pussy further on. My cock aches as I rub it in my fist. I am more than ready to penetrate you now. I come closer to you. Just before we start to fuck I try your tight cunt with my thumb, shoving it deep into you. Your pussy contracts all over my finger, pulling it deeper inside. My thumb deep in your cunt I start to rub with my index- and middlefinger your clit. This hits you hard and you shudder. I know you are ready too. I direct my throbbing cock between your lips, slowly pushing forwards in your waiting pussy till my balls reach your butt. Then I slowly pull back leaving only the tip of my cock inside you. Again and again I pump my hard on in your warm and wet cunt enjoying your muscles squeezing me tight. I hold your ass in my both hands. The stool cracks warningly but somehow holds together as we fuck a little harder and faster. Your hip is grinding on the stool. We both stare in the mirror and enjoy the sight for a while. There are your tits bouncing in the rhythm as my hard and moist cock is pumping in and out of you. “Oh yes,” I start to moan loudly, calling your name. I caress your thighs with one hand feeling the smooth material of your beautiful stockings. I thrust deeper and deeper inside your lovely cunt. We are both panting heavily going fast towards the point of no return. I think we need a break. I want to feel your tits in my hands now, play with them and let you fuck me. So we change positions. I lay myself down on the carpet begging you to come on top of me. You stand up, take a quick look in the mirror seeing your labia obsessively swollen, and come over me. My sticky cock lies hard on my stomach. It is soaked with our juices. As you kneel down on me you look deep into my eyes, saying “now it’s my turn.” You grab my hard on and lower your pelvis still, your cunt literally sucking my cock back inside you. As you start your ride I am already fondling your boobs, squeezing them and rubbing your nipples in between. Your eyes are blinking horny as you go up and down on me. With every thrust you grind your pussy on my hip bone, and I can feel your swollen pearl on my pubic hair. “Faster, faster,” I am pleading as you slam your ass on me. You feel my cock deep inside you, growing even stronger still. Up an down, up and down you go. I am holding your breasts with both hands milking them feverishly. You turn yourself a little, so getting a slight different angle feeling the throbbing tip of my cock at the spot of your pleasure. I know you are going to cum soon. You scream. You bend over, so as to let your boobs close to my mouth. I suck them now feeling you to grind your pussy on me. I am cumming too. You fall over me whining something about cumming. I still suck your nipple like crazy as I thrust my cock deep in your cunt. I feel your pussy contract heavily on my cock when I grab your ass with both hands, forcing you to ride on as I too began to orgasm. My body tenses under you. Your twitching cunt milks my juice out of me. Now I am spurting my cum deep inside you, holding you tight and feeling your climax. “Yes, YES!,” I am screaming as my juice flows into you. We both shudder and remain idle for a moment. Afterwards we go together in my bathtub, but that is another matter. Hallway Desires I walk down the hall, hips swaying, hair bouncing across my back. I’m wearing that tight shirt you like, the one that makes me look like a goddess in your eyes, and pants that seem to fit like a glove. My legs move smoothly, my feet stepping silently across the littered hallway. I carry a textbook clutched to my chest, and you curse and envy the object, for it covers and protects what lies just underneath my shirt and bra—you wish, for a split second, that your hand could replace that book. You blush, realizing that someone might notice that you are staring, and look away, only to realize there’s no one else in the hall. There’s no one else in the school, it seems, and all you can hear is the dusty sweep of a janitor’s broom on the stairwell below. You glance up again, and this time you catch my deep brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and you notice what seems to be a glimmer of pleasure flash through mine, though they go blank shortly after. I run my pink tongue across my shining, full lips, biting lightly on my lower lip, and you feel a chill run through your body. You can hear sounds of us moaning in pleasure playing in your head, you can see blurry, foggy images of our warm bodies melting together, but you shake these thoughts off. I turn to my locker and bend over from the waist, setting down my book and giving you full view of the ass you have so longed to slide your hands over. You begin to cough, and turn to your own locker to hide the flush of redness that has surely crept up to your cheeks—not to mention the hard bulge forming in your pants. You close your eyes, breathing deeply, listening to the sounds of me opening my locker and putting my book away, then closing the locker. You wish you could feel the smooth touch of my fingers sliding over your arms, your chest, lower…you gasp audibly, but try to catch yourself as you hear me turn around and whisper your name. The smooth sound of my voice cuts through your mind like liquid fire, and your eyes snap open as you slowly turn to face me. There I stand, my dark brown hair shimmering in the familiar fluorescent lighting of the hallway, the light falling softly against my pale skin. My nose…the curve you’ve watched so many times…my cheek…the softness you’ve so longed to touch…my neck…where you’ve sought to kiss and taste forever now. My lips…the full, pink, luscious lips you’ve longed to feel burning against your skin, wrapped around your cock for so long now, my lips curve into a sly smile. My deep, probing eyes follow the lines of your body, reaching the bulge in your pants and glancing back up to your eyes. I come towards you, my lips lightly parted, chest falling slowly up and down. You watch closely and intently, suddenly feeling like a deer caught in headlights, mind and heart racing. “You were watching me,” I say in a hushed voice. You barely manage to stutter a quiet answer, but it does not matter, for the next glorious words out of my mouth are, “Do you like what you see? Because I,” I say, as I glance at the growing poke in your jeans, “I certainly enjoy what I see.” I look up into your eyes and push you back, against the locker, and step forward, my chest pressing against yours. You can feel my heart racing as quickly as yours, and you wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer. Then it happens, what you have been waiting for—I kiss you, so softly at first, but then harder, flicking my tongue against your lips. You part your lips to gasp, but instead somehow our tongues twine together, and you can feel warmth spreading through your body. My soft lips pressing against yours, my tongue twisting with yours. I bite lightly on your lower lip, sucking on it as I slowly pull away. Your pulse quickens, your cock throbs, and your lips tingle. But then something takes over…you pull me closer again and turn around, this time trapping my body between you and the locker. I cry out in surprise, but am soon quieted as your lips find the gentle curve of my chin and follow it down to my neck. You taste the sweetness of my skin as you nibble lightly on my neck, and the heavy breathing you can hear in your ear only heightens the sensations. “Ohh…more, please…” I moan softly. You look up at me with a smile on your face, realizing that the effects I have had on you—the racing heart, beating pulse, shivering body—realizing that I am feeling those same effects now because of what you are doing to me. You savor the moment, watching with pleasure as my eyes flutter closed, my swollen lips parted, gasping for air and moaning out for more. And you’ve had this effect on me with a few simple kisses…what more could happen? You choose to find out. I take your hand and slide it up the curve of my leg, over my hip, to my shirt. You gasp and press closer to me as your fingers touch the soft skin of my stomach, as your hands move somehow involuntarily higher and higher. You slide both hands around my back and fumble with my bra clasp—my fingers meet yours and quickly undo the hooks. My silky bra becomes loose, and your heart quickens, knowing that one of your wonderful fantasies is about to become reality. I pull off my shirt and cry out as I feel the cold metal of the locker against my back. I slide my soft, small hands under your shirt and pull it off, then pulling you closer. You can feel my hard nipples pressing against your chest. You long to feel my breasts in your hands, to rub your fingers against my nipples, and I take your hands in mine and move them up…higher…higher, until you feel the silky mounds of warm skin that you realize with pleasure are my breasts. My nipples are hard to your touch, and you rub your palms against them, then taking each one in your fingers and pinching them. I gasp and giggle, rubbing my leg against your groin, as if to remind you I hadn’t forgotten you. I hadn’t forgotten, but you had—the silky soft touch of my breasts had rendered you partially in awe, and you could think of nothing else at that moment than to keep your hands there, forever. I rub my warm hands down your body and run my fingers over the button and zipper of your pants, undoing them and pulling them to the floor. I slide my hands into your underwear and your heart goes haywire, not knowing what to do. You close your eyes in ecstasy as you feel my fingers closing tightly over your cock, knowing that you are slick enough with precum for what I am about to do. Hallway Fantasy You call me on your way home and in a stern tone, no idle chit chat, no laughter, no smile in your voice, you tell me to have your drink, your smoke, and the leash ready for you. You demand casually that I be in the black fishnets with the red lace tops and the 7" black stilettos, nothing else. I assure you I will be ready and you hang up with an almost growled "I love you, my slut." My heart races a million beats per second at your peculiar mood, and I run around the kitchen to the bedroom to get everything ready. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slick on a heavy layer of liquid black eyeliner with one hand and a shiny pout of blood red lipstick that won't even come off if you pour turpentine on it. I know you'll be irked at the thought of tasting the lipstick, but will delight in seeing my painted lips sliding up and down your cock, so I chance it anyway. I hear your heavy footsteps follow a car door slamming and haul ass to the foyer, pulling the leather handle of the leash between my teeth, a triple of whiskey in my left hand and a packed bowl in my right. I settle gently onto my knees to avoid the poke of stiletto heels in the tender curve of my pale, bare ass. I hear you on the other side of the door slipping your key into the lock and my whole body clenches in anxious happiness, a warm rush between my thighs making the pink rise high in my cheeks and my deep rose nipples harden like tiny marbles. The door swings open and slams closed in a whirl of you, your frame eclipsing the porch-light in a flash before you're there, towering over me. I stare at your knees and let my eyes slowly crawl up the miles of your body to peer curiously at your expression. Terrified, I watch that initial smile you always have when you first see me fade and you grab the leash from my teeth, quickly slipping it around your wrist, then grab at the drink with the same hand. Something is in the other hand you hold behind your back. You toss back the whole cup and place it and the unlit bowl on the counter behind me. Your dark expression turns down on me, bearing into my core and I don't even notice your fingers deftly flicking your zipper down and pulling your already hard dick free from your jeans. My eyes widen as glittery warmth spreads across my cheeks and surprise more than pain induces a slow well of tears that sit on the brink of my lids without daring to spill over. You're slapping your rock hard cock across my face and staring down at me, into me. You wordlessly grab the high ponytail with your free hand and guide your dick between my glistening red lips all the way to the back of my throat with one rough thrust. I gag and struggle, my hands flying up to hold onto you for support as you fuck my throat. The tears now stream in kohl black smudges down my cheeks while I try to swallow every inch of you without choking. You grunt/sigh and pull my hair back hard, my tear streaked face completely exposed up to you as you jerk your dick against my pursed lips, covering the still perfect red pout with your sweet hot cum. I squeak out a, "thank you, Sir!" and start to lick at the droplets, but you stop that train of thought completely as your other hand swings out from behind your back holding a shiny pair of handcuffs. I stare, mouth agape and covered in cum, as you reach down and lock each cuff around my wrists then pull me up by the middle. I stand reluctantly, still dizzy from your entrance and try to follow as you pull both the leash and the small links of chain between the cuffs. I look up at you curiously as you lead me to step in front of you and you pull my arms above my head. You swing the center link of the cuffs over a tiny metal hook that I had no idea was even on the wall, and there I am, helplessly splayed with my wrists dangling high above me, face pressed against the wall and my ass popped out for your pleasure. You let me hear a thoughtful and approving, "Mmmm," as you consider your work, your artful display of your slut. Then my moan to match escapes my cum slicked lips as your warm palms press from my already aching wrists, down my arms and rest, cupping around each breast with your thumbs circling over the hardened nipples. You press the length of your body against me, pushing me fully into the wall, every crevice between us filled with you. I squeal and moan, the smile on my lips terribly audible as I melt into you, loving how you surround me. You rock your hips against me and let me feel the still hot and pulsing length of your dick press between my eagerly throbbing pussy lips. Unable to resist, I grind back into you and you pull away from me completely, teasing me, testing me. You slap my ass so hard I have to clench my thighs to keep my balance, and you lean back to watch the hand print show. I close my eyes and feel the thousands of points of heat tickle the thick layers of flesh. And I wait. The seconds tick off like hours and you remain in your contemplative stance, silent, watching me. I start to writhe and whine, begging for you softly, not knowing if that's what you want of me or not. I practically whisper, "please fuck your little pussy, Daddy... can't you see how bad I want it? how badly your whore needs your cock?" I take small steps outward, spreading my thighs further so you can see the tiny tendrils of my anticipation dripping off my swollen cunt. You respond with another slap to the other, unreddened cheek and as I begin to register the pain as your hand print, I feel you dragging your dick from my twitching hardened clit back towards you. You dip once into my quivering pussy, stretching the hot flesh around you and coating your shaft before taking two handfuls of my tender ass in your hands and pounding ruthlessly into me. You cum almost instantly, and pull out, shooting the last few pulsing streams onto the backs of my thighs. I inhale deeply, ready to whine and beg for more, but the breath is caught in my throat as you spread my cheeks and push the entire length of your cum soaked dick into my tight ass. I scream and claw at the wall, flailing beneath you, every part of my body pulling away from the pain but my hips which seem to drunkenly rock back against you, taking in every inch to the base. I thrash against the wall and scream, "FUCK DADDY!! Tear up your dirty cumslut's ass! I wanna feel your cum dripping out of every abused hole! BREAK ME DADDY!" And once again you surround me, your hands on either side of my head, palms pressed to the wall as you hammer into my ass, the chains clanging against each other, and the hook as you tear apart every piece of what's yours. You bite down into my shoulder and growl at me to cum with you, and I do, all of my muscles shaking and tightening with the force of your command. You pull me back onto you, impaling me one last time hard enough to let me feel you explode inside me before pulling out to drop a few hot splashes of your covetted cum on my red and shattered ass. You watch me tremble out the last waves of orgasm and hang from the hook in a crumpled diagonal heap of cum covered flesh, legs bending awkwardly for support from the wall. You reach up and unhook me, spinning me around to face you and you wrap your arms around my back, holding me against you and smiling that sweet, amazing smile down to me. I bury my face against your chest shyly and you tip my chin up to kiss me. I stare at you mystified for only a moment before you lead us to the couch, sitting me down on your lap and offering me the bowl with a warm and gentle, "Greens, my love?" Hallway Hero A note from the author: Hello fellow Literotica fans, as this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction I would greatly appreciate any comments or feedback that you may have. I truly hope you enjoy my story and hope to hear from you. Kind regards. TKBabylon Some of Caitlyn's friends had expressed to her how they had thought moving to the complete opposite end of London was a bit of a drastic move. 'Just because you guys broke up, doesn't mean you need to get away from your friends too.' They had told her on numerous occasions. But this was no ordinary break up. To Caitlyn, this was more of an escape. Not only did she feel the need to get away from Jason, but she also strongly felt as though she needed to get away from everything, if not just for a short time while she got her mind back together. The relationship she had had with Jason was by no means a healthy one. At first their time together had been much like any other. Nice boy meets nice girl, hit it off and eventually fall in love. However over the years Caitlyn had noticed something changing in Jason. He started drinking more and more. It got to a stage where it was practically every night. When Jason drank, he became hostile. He had always been strong willed, and always spoke his mind, but when he drank he was also extremely aggressive and stubborn. No matter how much Caitlyn had pleaded with him and tried to make him see what he was doing, Jason would simply not have a bar of it. He would often verbally abuse Caitlyn and on some occasions even threaten to strike her. Then on one November's night, after coming home late from the pub, Caitlyn mustered all the courage she had and explained to Jason that it was the drink - or her. The fight escalated and on this occasion, Jason did in fact backhand Caitlyn across the face. That was the last straw. Jason had not only broken her nose, but also her heart. Caitlyn stormed out the door, and that was the end of their long relationship. Now three months on, this new apartment was a breath of fresh air for Caitlyn. A way of dealing with the past, and moving on. The first time Caitlyn had returned to her new apartment from the grocery store, she ran into the first of her new neighbours. Caitlyn was fumbling around in her handbag trying to find her keys while still holding all of her groceries when she heard a strange voice from behind her. "Can I help you with that?" Clearly a woman's voice, but strangely exotic. An accent she had not heard before. She turned around and was almost stunned at the sight of this woman. She had dark chocolate brown hair which was dead straight and pulled back in a high pony tail. Her skin seemed to both fair and tanned at the same time. Her cheek and jaw bones were very pronounced, much more than her own school-girl-like facial features which were still slightly hidden under the last of her adolescent puppy fat. The woman wore a completely pink tracksuit with white trimming, and had her headphones dangling out from under her sweater over her chest. Caitlyn could tell at first glance that this woman was in great shape, athletic yet beautifully curved sporting fantastic hips and breasts. However the most powerful feature of this woman was her eyes; emerald green with a slash of amber, surrounded by subtle eye makeup which seemed to just draw you in so much further. "So? Would you like my help?" the woman repeated with a cheeky grin. "Oh, umm, yes! Sorry, yes, thanks" Caitlyn replied. "Here, I can take those" the stranger said while taking Caitlyn's groceries from her. "Cheers, thanks... Ummm, I know they're in here somewhere, ummm..." Caitlyn passed and looked up. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Caitlyn." Caitlyn stuck out her hand to shake the woman's. The woman simply smiled, unable to extend her own having now taken all of Caitlyn's groceries. "Oh yeah, right, sorry." "No need for that. Did anybody tell you that you say sorry a lot?" "Umm... Ha, actually, yes" Caitlyn now had an embarrassed smile over her face. "Don't be. With a smile like that you could get away with anything." She had lowered one of Caitlyn's grocery bags to the ground, and placed her hand into Caitlyn's handbag. "You never need to be sorry, darling." Without even looking down or breaking her gaze from Caitlyn's, she had removed her keys and unlocked the door behind her. At that moment Caitlyn realised she had been holding her breath. She exhaled fully as she nervously swung around to open the door. When she turned back, the woman was already putting her headphones into her ears. "Umm... Thank you." "You are most welcome." The stranger replied with a beautiful smile. "Umm... would you like to come in for a coffee or..." Caitlyn offered. "Or... what?" The woman said in quite a suggestive manner. "Oh, ahhh, nothing. Just coffee." Caitlyn said with a nervous giggle. "It sounds very good. But I am late for my class... My time management skills are no good. Something I got from my Latvian father. So maybe next time." "So you are from Latvia?" Caitlyn replied curiously. "No! Certainly not. I was born in Slovakia, and raised by my mother. I am sure Latvia is nice, but I want nothing to do with that rotten man of a father, including the country in which he lives." Caitlyn was a little taken back by the honesty and frankness of this woman, but at the same time strangely comforted. She instantly felt like this woman was someone that she could confide in, like she felt a connection with her. "I am sure I will see you again soon as I am just next door." And with that the woman started to make her way down the hall. Caitlyn called out after her, "Wait, what is your name, neighbour?" The no longer stranger called back as she rounded the bend in the hall headed for the elevator, "Vera." A few weeks later, Caitlyn was returning home to her new apartment after seeing a film at the cinema. Having watched a thriller she was already a little jumpy, which did not help what was to come next. After exiting the elevator, she made her way down the L-shaped hallway towards her apartment. She reached into her handbag to pull out her keys, turned the corner of the hallway, and after pulling her keys out and looking up ahead of her she was stopped dead in her tracks. There was Jason, obviously drunk from the way he was drifting his balance from one leg to the other, leaning against her apartment door and muttering something to himself she could not make out. Before she even had a chance to turn and retreat he had noticed her. 'Oh, shit! The keys rattling must've caught his attention!' She thought to herself, as Jason started calling out to her. "Caitlyn! Caitie! My swe-*hic*-sweet Caitie. Sweetie, come over here. I gotta tal*hic*talk to ya!" Caitlyn was obviously in no mood to talk with him. Having only recently gotten away from the mental prison she felt he had placed her in for so long. But she also knew his persistence when he was like this. While other men may have given up, or actually had some sense talked into them by their partners, Jason was not one of these men. Caitlyn knew that the only way Jason was going to leave was if he got to say what he had come to say. She took a deep breath and walked towards him. Once she was within a few metres of him, Jason opened his arms as if beckoning Caitlyn to embrace him. Caitlyn immediately stopped her movement. "What do you want, Jason?" "Babes... Don't you have a hug f*hic*for your boo?" "Jason, you're not my 'boo' anymore. And I'm not your 'babes'. It's over, remember?" "Babes, I knows, I knows. But..." "I'm sorry, Jason, but there's no buts about it. I've made up my mind. I've moved here to start afresh. I can't have you here. You need to leave." Caitlyn had made her way around Jason to her door and was nervously trying to insert her key, which for the life of her was not going in due to her shaking hands. "Aww cumon' babes. I gots me da tube all da ways ova 'ere and n*hic*now yous aint gonna talk to me?" "You're drunk, Jason. Y-you need to go home. Go sleep it off and we can talk tomorrow on the phone. I need you to leave." Her voice now hinting at how anxious she was. Caitlyn's key was finally in the lock. She unlocked the door and started to pull it open when 'SLAM'! Jason's fist was now imprinted into the door, his arm not six inches away from the side of Caitlyn's face. Caitlyn was frozen looking at Jason's fist, her back to him, petrified, unable to even breathe. She could feel his heavy breath on the back of her shoulder. Each of them sending a new chill down her spine. A few moments passed, both of them basically frozen except for Jason's slight swaying and heavy breathing. "You're not gonna talk to me, Caitie? N*hic*not even look at me? Do I frighten you? Do I... DISGUST you?" Jason's tone was notably deeper now, and harsher. Caitlyn didn't answer, remembering the last time they had spoken, or rather fought, before the move. In the heat of the moment Caitlyn may have said some things she didn't truly mean, one of which being "When you're like that you disgust me!" Referring to Jason's drunken episodes - much like the state he was in right now. Caitlyn remained silent, she didn't even move. Too terrified to do anything, she just shut eyes tightly and dreaded what was coming. She felt a sudden sharp grip on her shoulder which dug deep into her muscle almost pinching her bones. She was flung around and then slammed into the door. Jason now with hands gripping both of her shoulders he yelled straight into her face; "YOU'LL AT LEAST FUCKEN LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!!!" Caitlyn kept her eyes shut tight. Now uncontrollably sobbing, she was still frozen solid. She felt his right hand release her left shoulder, and a gust of air sweep across her face as he coiled his arm across her, ready to backhand her across her face. Reactively, and without opening her eyes, she let out an absolutely petrified squeal as she sunk her chin into her chest and turned her head to the left waiting for the inevitable strike of fury... It didn't come. Caitlyn then heard a new voice say quite slowly and softly, yet incredibly sternly, four powerful words. "Don't – you – fucking – dare!" Caitlyn opened her eyes and could not believe what she saw. Jason, still with one hand gripped tightly into her shoulder and his other coiled ready to strike, now had Vera standing behind him with one of her hands gripped to his striking arm refusing to let it budge and the other with a vice-like clutch on his throat. Jason struggled slightly in his speech but still managed to clearly define his words; "Fuck off bitch, you aint part a dis!" With that sentence, Jason released his other hand from Caitlyn and sent a left elbow rocketing back into Vera's cheek-bone. Vera's head was sent swinging backwards. Caitlyn knew how strong Jason was and when she saw him strike her new friend Vera with such ferocity she could not help but scream "NO!", and lurch forward to try and stop his arm. But Jason was too fast, and quickly replaced his hand where it had been and shoved Caitlyn back against her door which now was making cracking noises under the force she was being man-handled against it. "Don't you fucking go anywhere!" Jason snarled. To Caitlyn's astonishment she noticed that while Vera's head had been met with the full force of Jason's elbow, her feet remained planted to the hallway floor as if stabilised by decade old tree roots and her hands were holding their grips like vices. Vera tightened her grip of Jason's throat, which was evident when Jason started to make slight gargling noises while trying to breathe, and slowly brought her head back to where it had been before. Blood was now noticeably escaping the newly formed gash on Vera's cheek when she spoke in a tone Caitlyn had never heard come from a woman before. It was dark and full of fury yet calm at the same time, almost as if a demon was speaking through the lips of this beautiful woman. She said "This is the only one you get, you pig. Now leave while you still have the ability to bear children." The latter words were spoken so sinisterly they were almost guttural grunts you would expect to here on a death metal song. Jason coughed at first then turned his head towards Vera making as much eye contact as he could before retorting "I thought I told you to FUCK OFF!" Caitlyn felt Jason's hand release her shoulder once again as he sent another elbow hurtling back towards Vera. But this time with almost cat-like reflexes, Vera had avoided the blow and spun her body around the Brut. She was now barricading herself between Caitlyn and Jason. In what seemed like milliseconds to Caitlyn, Vera had sent the base of her palm directly up into Jason's nose, she had dropped into a crouch and had sent a thunderous punch directly into Jason's manhood. Caitlyn screamed. She could not help it. Even though neither of the two fighters in front of her had even glanced at her, she still felt the terror and surge of adrenaline pump through her blood as if she was part of the action. As it unfolded before her she sank to her knees, turned to her side and brought her hands over her face. After a moment, she slowly widened her fingers to peer through the gaps. Vera, now upright once again, was standing over Jason, who was now rocking slightly back and forth on his side on the hallway floor, one hand between his legs and the other clutched over his nose now visibly streaming with blood. The next emotion Caitlyn felt surprised her. In that moment, at the sight of Vera standing tall over the now beaten body of the man who had abused her physically and mentally over such a long time, Caitlyn's fear dissipated and she was suddenly engulfed with awe and, somewhat even more surprising, attraction to this goddess-like woman. Vera bent over and grabbed Jason by the scruff of his jacket and pulled him to his feet. His hands still clutched to his nose and crotch, he struggled to stand and fell back against the wall. Vera took a step towards him and he noticeably recoiled. She spoke again in that sinister tone, "I believe, this woman told you to leave." Now slightly more upright Jason's gaze shot between the two women in the hallway for a moment as a scarred little boy would. He started to stumble down the hall towards the elevator meanwhile whimpering, "Fuck dis shite! You bitches aint fucken werf it!" And with that he disappeared around the corner leaving no sign he had even been there beside a slight trail of his blood which had dripped from his nose, and a rather nasty wound on Vera's cheek bone. Vera turned sharply back towards Caitlyn, who was now staring uncontrollably at Vera, her mouth open and eyes glazed over. Caitlyn tried to speak, but no words emanated from her slightly moving lips. Vera hurried over and knelt next to her and placed her hands softly on each of Caitlyn's shoulders. "Are you OK? Did he hurt you? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to see this. I, I did not wish for you to see this. I am sorry. Are you OK? Are you hurt?" "I... I..." Caitlyn still struggled in her speech. Even to simply say the words 'I'm OK.' "I... I... ... Your cheek!" Is all Caitlyn could manage having somehow drawn her gaze away from Vera's eyes and down to the cut on her cheek and the blood now dripping down her face and onto her pink sports sweater. Without even acknowledging her injury, Vera spoke soothingly as if to a child who had lost its parents, "Come, let's get you inside." She placed her arms under Caitlyn's, and started to lift her off her knees, with a surprising amount of ease. Caitlyn's eyes were now back on Vera's. This feeling inside her was not subsiding, if anything it was growing. Once Caitlyn was on her feet, she leapt into Vera, wrapped her arms around her and embraced her harder than she had embraced anyone before. Vera, a little surprised at the sudden movement, quickly softened and returned the embrace, placing one hand between Caitlyn's shoulder blades and the other on the back of her head which started to softly stroke her hair. "Hey, it's OK, darling. It's OK. Come. Let's leave the hallway." With that, Vera opened the door to Caitlyn's apartment and without breaking the hug (not that Caitlyn was in anyway going to let her), edged them both through the door and closed it behind. The embrace lasted for another minute or two. Minutes of absolute bliss to Caitlyn, who, while breathing in the smell of Vera's hair and gripping her sides, was letting out a slight stream of joyous tears. She did not want it to end. However, she'd had a small moment of clarity through the balloon of awe and attraction and realised it was time to detach. She showed Vera in, removed her coat then followed. Vera led Caitlyn over to her sofa and sat her down. She knelt in front of her and looked deep into her eyes with her own. Full of kindness and warmth that filled Caitlyn. "Are you sure you are OK, Caitlyn?" This time Caitlyn managed to respond, "Y, Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Vera. Thank you so very much." And with that she embraced her again, this time for a somewhat shorter period. "I think I know what your classes are for now." Caitlyn said with a slight grin in one corner of her mouth. Vera giggled, "Yes. They do help with bad men." Vera stood back up now seeing the blood on her own sweater from her cheek. "I will return very quickly OK? I'll just go to clean this up." "No! Don't go!" Caitlyn pleaded, sitting forward extending her arm and taking Vera's hand in hers. "Please stay. I need you...I, I mean, I'll help you." She pulled on Vera's hand, and directed her down onto the sofa next to her. Vera obliged, noticing the eagerness in Caitlyn's tone. "Please. Here, let me help you." Caitlyn left the sofa and hurried over to the kitchen where took a clean cloth from the drawer and wet it. She returned to the sofa with the cloth, disinfectant, a large Band-Aid and a bowl of ice. She found Vera where she had left her lightly touching her cheek investigating the damage for herself. Vera noticed the cloth and extended out her hand with a "Thank you, Caitlyn." Caitlyn refused to give Vera the cloth saying, "Please, Vera, it's the very least I could do to thank you." She sat next to her and very gently cleaned Vera's face. Caitlyn did it with such carefulness that Vera barely felt anything; until the cloth passed over the actual split in her cheek where she felt a sharp sting. Vera hardly winced, just simply closed her eyes with a slight force. However, it was enough for Caitlyn to notice, "Oh, I'm sorry. " Almost instinctively, without even a moment of contemplation, Caitlyn leaned over and placed her lips on Vera's cheek, as a mother would their child. Caitlyn kissed Vera's cut with such softness that it sent a shiver down Vera's spine. Vera shuddered and let out a deep breath. Caitlyn kept her lips on Vera's cheek and lightly kissed the cut a few more times, each more tender then the last, before another moment of clarity crept into her mind. As she realised what she was doing, she sprung back a little on the sofa and looked at Vera with a combination of shock and embarrassment. "I, I'm sorry... I'm not entirely sure why I did that." But Caitlyn knew exactly why she had. Her attraction to Vera was obviously out of her control now, and she was starting to act on instinct. This was a totally foreign area for her. Not only had she never lost this much control of her actions before, she also had never felt an attraction like this to anyone before, let alone a woman; an incredibly sexy, brave, intoxicating goddess of a woman. Who she'd do anything to make love to right there and then in a frenzy of passion and... "Oh god woman! Get a bloody grip on yourself!" Caitlyn sternly told herself in her mind. But it was of little use. Wild scenes of erotic pleasure with Vera were now playing out through Caitlyn's mind. She found herself drifting her gaze down Vera's neck to her torso, admiring her perfectly shaped breasts. Even through her blood stained sweater she could make out the lace outlines of Vera's bra. The sight of this amazing woman who had just battled for her protection and the thoughts running through her head together made Caitlyn's breath stagger and sent a wave of wetness into her vagina which was now starting to pulsate quite strongly. Hallway Hero Vera could obviously see Caitlyn's confusion with her own feelings. She also noticed how Caitlyn could not take her eyes of her body, and how her breath was becoming more frantic. Perhaps it was the adrenaline still present from fighting Jason a moment ago or the sight of Caitlyn becoming more and more obviously attracted to her. Perhaps it was a combination of the two. But Vera too was becoming extremely turned on by the situation. However, unlike Caitlyn, Vera knew her emotions well, and rather than becoming confused by them, she embraced them and acted upon them. Vera started to notice more of Caitlyn, examining her through her clothes. She noticed Caitlyn was actually quite well shaped with a lovely waist and modest sized yet beautifully pert breasts. Something she had not noticed before as whenever they had met, Caitlyn always wore her large winter coat which draped down to her knees. Vera's excitement grew. She moved closer to Caitlyn on the sofa, raised her hand and stroked Caitlyn's face very softly. She lean closer and comforted her saying, "Do not worry. You are safe with me, darling." Vera leaned ever closer to Caitlyn staring lustfully into her eyes then down to her lips. Caitlyn was in the middle of an internal frenzy. Her breathing was so heavy she was about to pop her buttons from her blouse. Her lips were quivering at the thought of coming in contact with Vera's. She could literally feel moisture dripping on her inner thighs as their mouths met. A powerful electric shock surged through Caitlyn's body. It was so intense that she shot up out of the sofa. "Wait!" Caitlyn's mind was frantic, looking for anything to come out of her lips. Anything but what she could not stop thinking about – jumping this goddess in front of her and loving her until she was drained of all energy. She looked at Vera's face and suddenly realised her cheek was still slightly bleeding. "I still need to finish dressing your cheek." Vera, now extremely horny, saw some fun to be had with this. A coy smile grew on her lips as she suggestively teased, "Oh yes. Well you had better get to it then. And, oh, look at my sweater. This will stain for sure. Unless... Unless I soak it straight away." Her tone ever playful. Vera rose very slowly in front on Caitlyn until she was looking directly into her eyes. She gripped her sweater zipper and started gliding it down between her breasts and down her stomach. Caitlyn had no choice in the matter of her movements. Her body was acting more and more on its own. Her eyes were glued to the opening of Vera's sweater. She was drawn to the voluptuous round peaks at the top of her cleavage that slowly plunged down into the white laced bra across their base. She was drawn to Vera's perfectly toned belly which almost seemed to glisten in the lounge room lighting. Vera saw she had Caitlyn's full attention and so she slowly opened her sweater further, exposing in full her amazingly round, D-cupped breasts. She then pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms behind her back which caused her chest to thrust forward towards Caitlyn's parted and quivering lips. Caitlyn started to close in on Vera, abandoning any speck of remaining resistance in her mind. Just as she did, Vera slipped past her and strutted toward the kitchen. Caitlyn never took her eyes off Vera as she filled the sink and placed her Sweater underneath the water, leaning over very suggestively and showing off her heart shaped behind for Caitlyn to see. After noticing how turned on this was making Caitlyn, Vera when further, "Oh look. The blood must have soaked through my sweater into my bra. This too will need a soak." With that she turned to face Caitlyn who was slowly creeping towards her. She reached around her back, undid the clasp, and slowly lifted the straps of her bra from her shoulders allowing the whole bra to slip from her torso. Without even turning back to face the sink, Vera whipped her bra over the top of it into the water with a snap. The contrasting speed in Vera's action stopped Caitlyn in her tracks as she took a sharp breath in. She took the moment to admire Vera's breasts. Even more perfectly shaped outside of her bra, her areolae just slightly darker toned than her porcelain-like skin and her nipples like two pink-bronze thimbles straining to get even harder, begging to be teased. The sight caused a feeling in Caitlyn's pussy she had never felt before without direct contact. The waves of pleasure shooting through her body were too much for her to try and resist. She almost broke into a full run hurrying across the kitchen to Vera. Caitlyn threw her arms around Vera and shoved her lips onto Vera's already moistened lips. It was the most passionate embrace Caitlyn had ever had. Their tongues were like dancing flames in each other's mouths as they explored every corner. Caitlyn struggled to undo the buttons on her blouse, as she was in no way going to release this kiss to look down. She had managed to undo only one before Vera's impatience had got the better of her. Vera gripped Caitlyn's blouse and ripped it open with ease sending her buttons flying to all corners of the kitchen. She thrust her hands onto Caitlyn's breasts and squeezed them tight like she would the railing on a rollercoaster. Vera could feel how hard Caitlyn's nipples were through her bra. She broke their kiss as she pulled one of the cups back and took Caitlyn's breast into her mouth. She sucked on it ferociously, feverishly flicking her nipple with her tongue as she went. She stopped shortly to take it between her teeth and lightly bit down. Caitlyn arched her back and moaned, "Oh my god, Vera." Vera repeated the process with Caitlyn's other breast this time meanwhile reaching around and gripping her ass and squeezing sensuously. Caitlyn was in absolute bliss. She ran her hands through Vera's hair, over her should blades and around her sides before cupping her breasts. She played with them lovingly, massaging them from their base to tip then squeezing her nipples, gently at first then hard. Vera let out moans of extreme pleasure, muffled by Caitlyn's breast which she was still sucking and nibbling. The two girls continued, their pleasure growing, their crotches becoming wetter and wetter. Vera removed Caitlyn's bra completely, then lifted her head and kissed her again, biting her bottom lip then teasing it again with her tongue. She reached down and took hold of the top of Caitlyn's jeans. "Let's take this some place more comfortable." Vera whispered as she led Caitlyn back into the lounge room and back to the very spot she had just previously exposed her bra for her. She pushed Caitlyn onto the sofa with enough force that Caitlyn's legs left the ground when she hit the back cushion. With the same swift reflexes as earlier, Vera was able to catch Caitlyn's legs before they fell and she pulled off Caitlyn's boots then socks. She then slowly ran her hands up the inside of Caitlyn's legs. Once Vera reached the base of Caitlyn's inner thighs she slowed down even more, but increased the tightness of her grip. The prospect of what would happen once Vera reached the top was causing Caitlyn's pussy to pulsate even harder with her heartbeat. Closer and closer Vera got. Caitlyn felt every millimetre of Vera's ascent so strongly it was as though she worn nothing on her legs at all, her excitement building and building all the while. Vera was only an inch from the crotch hem when Caitlyn felt her climax surging. "Please, Vera. Please. Touch me. Touch my pussy." Caitlyn called out. Vera thrust her thumbs into the roof of Caitlyn's inner thighs and could feel even through her jeans how wet she was. Caitlyn arched her back violently and called out as she came "Oooohhhh! Oh my god! Ahh! ". Vera ripped open the button and unzipped Caitlyn's jeans then yanked them from her body along with her panties. She saw Caitlyn's beautiful shimmering pussy had had a little bit of grooming. Her pubic hair was trimmed down and the hair from the around her pussy was completely gone. Vera had been overcome with a need to taste Caitlyn's sweet juices, and couldn't hold back. "I need to taste you." Is all Vera said before throwing Caitlyn's legs open and lowering her face down onto her pussy. She began licking and sucking Caitlyn's pussy passionately, tasting as much of her honey scented juices as she could. The sensation was unbelievable for Caitlyn. She instantly gripped Vera's head and held it tight against her. "Oh god, please don't stop. That's so good." Vera didn't remove her mouth, but she did shift her attention slightly. She angled her head a bit more as her tongue found Caitlyn's clit. Caitlyn took in a sharp breath and seemed to just melt. Vera continued with her tongue. She made little circles around the base of her clit, then long hard flicks over the top of it. Vera felt her own need for stimulation grow past boiling point. So she quickly undid the tie on her track pants and shoved her right hand down underneath her underwear. She began rubbing her clit hard as it was already engorged and begging to be played with. She used her other hand to pull back the remaining skin hooding Caitlyn's already swollen clit to expose it even more and took it all into her mouth sucking hard. "Oh my GOD!" Caitlyn called out, feeling another orgasm fast approaching. She grabbed her own breasts and started to pinch her nipples. Vera began licking Caitlyn's clit even faster and harder sensing the woman's next orgasm was coming. Caitlyn's hips started to involuntarily grind against Vera's face, her back started to arch once again, this one was going to be big, she knew it. Her orgasm tore through her body like a freight train, engulfing her entire being. She let out a window shattering scream as she came over and over, covering Vera's mouth in her juices. Vera was frantic. The feeling of Caitlyn's cum on her face, the wetness under her pants and the burning desire inside of her was out of control, but she need something more. "Please Caitlyn. Please I need you to fuck me!" Caitlyn was still in her own little euphoria, overcome with pleasure. "CAITLYN!" Vera repeated, "I need you NOW!" Caitlyn came to, rose up off the back of the sofa and met Vera's lips with her own. "Of course, baby." She cooed. "I'll do anything for you. Just tell me how." Caitlyn didn't know exactly what she was really feeling, but she was ready to do anything for this woman in front of her. Vera ripped off her own pants and panties in one swift move and fell onto the sofa where Caitlyn had just laid. "Come down next to be." She beckoned Caitlyn. Caitlyn sat down next to her and kissed her again. Vera took Caitlyn's hand and placed it between her legs. Caitlyn instantly felt how wet and turned on Vera was. Not only was her pussy dripping, but throbbing at her touch. "Put two fingers inside me." Vera instructed as Caitlyn glided her fingers into her juices so effortlessly. "Now curl them towards your palm. Do you feel that?" "Feel what?" Caitlyn responded, slightly confused. "It is like a sponge on the roof of my pussy. Feel it? OOOHHH!!! There it is!" Caitlyn had found it alright. Vera's extremely swollen G-spot was pretty hard to miss. "OK, that's so good darling. Now I want you to finger fuck me hard, but make sure you keep hitting that spot, OK?" Vera instructed. Extremely eager to please and excited about this new sensation, Caitlyn nodded and went to work on Vera's opening. Back and forth, up and down her hand went. Fast and ferociously as Vera was engulfed by pleasure. Her whole body started to shake, and it wasn't long before Caitlyn started to feel drops of Vera's juices on her hand and arm. She started to slow down thinking Vera had climaxed. "NO! DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME!! OH MY GOOOODD!!!!" Vera yelled. Caitlyn kept going, harder and faster. Vera grabbed Caitlyn's head suddenly and pulled it towards her chest. "Suck my nipples for me, Caitlyn. Quick!" Vera instructed as Caitlyn took as much of Vera's large breast into her mouth and sucked hard. Vera once again started to shake, then thrash in a wild-woman like frenzy. "DOOOON'T STOOOOOOP!" She shouted. Caitlyn kept going, despite her arm and wrist now burning, she thrust harder and faster again. Without warning Caitlyn felt the insides of Vera's pussy completely open up as Vera took a giant breath in and started frantically rubbing her clitoris. Caitlyn continued to thrust again Vera's engorged G-spot. Vera started to scream as all the muscles in her pussy let go, pushing Caitlyn's finger out from her. A huge gush of cum shot out of her pussy and all over Caitlyn's arm, coating the sofa and floor. Caitlyn sat there absolutely amazed and slowly turned her head to Vera. She still had her back arched, was still moaning loudly and rubbing her clit hard and fast. 'How can this woman keep going after that?!" Caitlyn thought to herself. Just as she did, Vera screamed again and yet another shot of cum blasted from her pussy. She started to involuntarily convulse, moaning all the while, and then slowly started to calm down. Caitlyn embraced Vera once again while she regained her breath. "You are the most amazing woman I have even met, Vera." Caitlyn praised. "I am in awe of you." The women remained on the sofa in each other's arms until they had completely recovered. Caitlyn leaned over and kissed Vera passionately once more. "I still need you, Vera. Please don't leave." Caitlyn said looking longingly into Vera's now glazed eyes. "I won't leave you, darling. Not ever." Vera spoke with the most soothing voice Caitlyn had ever heard. And with that the women remained there, exhausted, and drifted off to sleep. Hallway Princess I was never arrogant, or felt that I had reason to feel better than anybody else, but I knew that I walked around with an aura of self satisfaction. The satisfaction was mostly about knowing that I had a good husband and that we lived in a nice house. We took vacations when the urge hit us and we had a full social schedule. I certainly never threw my personal happiness out there for all to see. I tried to keep my joy private. At the same time, I knew there were other people struggling with life. Things were not easy for everyone. That is why part of me knew that there must have been some persons who were thrilled to see me humbled when my husband left me for another woman. The cute cheerleader, now in her early thirties, loses ex-quarterback husband to another younger, former cheerleader. We had held off starting a family, and now it seemed delayed forever. I bristled at the thought of him disengaging from me so effortlessly. He said that our marriage had lasted long enough and it was now time to enjoy other parts of life, with someone else. I was devastated and had feelings of hate for him and for men in general. I wondered if I would ever be able t trust a man again. I kept the house. Now, our nice home did not seem as envious to others as I had imagined it to be. I felt it was a marker as people drove down our street: that is where Julia lives. Her husband left her for someone younger and hotter. I had contemplated moving, but this was my hometown and I had family members that lived here that I was counting on to get me through my difficult time. I decided to stay. The city had about 100,000 people, so it did not feel too small, but was set up in quadrants: the wealthy, the middle-class, the hip and the ethnic parts of town. I lived in the middle-class area, and certainly felt that all eyes were on me. So many people from high school still lived in the area. So, basically, the other three areas did not play a role in being witness to my new found humility. It was only the neighborhood I had called home my entire life that was going to keep eyes on me. I was working as an office manager at a branch location for a large insurance company. Work was routine and did not take too much of my energy. I was doing my best to keep busy otherwise, by going for jogs or riding my bicycle. I liked to shop, and tried to use that as therapy, but usually felt let down at the end of a shopping session. I usually avoided people that had been part of my marriage circle. I didn't want to hear any news about my ex-husband. He had left the area and moved to a larger city. Apparently, he was doing well. He and his new wife were expecting a child. After a morning of shopping, I found myself browsing the self-help aisle at a bookstore. I was looking to find that source of help I desperately needed. I was feeling so blue most of the time. I worried my general depression was going to escalate into something that would really require therapy. I found a book that I had previously scanned through and sat down in the café area. I was sipping on my coffee and was trying not to let all the words jumble together. I was reading about the spirit in transition. At that moment, I heard a voice call out my name. The voice sounded eerily familiar, but was different now. It was not as caustic as before. I turned to look at who was seeking me out. I was stunned. It was my high school English teacher: Ms. Richards. It had been fifteen years since I had last seen her. "Julia Tippet, is that you?" Ms. Richards said. I wanted to lie to her. I was not feeling in the mood to confront my past. "Yes." I said. My face must have looked frightened. I felt the awkwardness of such a reunion, coupled with my recent divorce. I was suddenly a teenager again. I wanted to run. "Well, how are you?" She said. She didn't even wait for a response from me, but sat down across from me. "I am doing all right." I said. I was the furthest thing from being all right. She was a stout woman of about forty when she had taught me, and she was still the same these fifteen years later. Age had not changed her at all. She maybe had a little more gray in her short, wavy, brown hair, but otherwise looked the same. She was known to be a lesbian. Her most noticeable feature was her voice. It sounded rough like a dog's voice, and here she was, seemingly trying to disguise it. She was wearing a brown, button down shirt and had on hiking shorts. She had on sport sandals. Ms. Richards looked ready to walk all over someone. She talked to me as though we had been friends when we knew each other. Not as teacher and student. She told me that she was now teaching part-time at a community college and still lived in the area. She lived in the hip part of town. I told her that I had just gotten divorced and from who. She seemed sad for me. I couldn't tell if it was real or fake. "That is a fact of life these days." She said. I was thinking, "How would you know? You're a lesbian". Maybe she was right. I was too worn down to think straight. I kept thinking of her as the task master of old. I once had been cowed by her authoritative voice, that no matter how much she tried to disguise it in soft tones, still lingered somewhere. "This is an amazing surprise. I always enjoy running into former students." She said. "It is a surprise." I said. After about fifteen minutes of small talk, we exchanged emails and said goodbye. She made me promise to stay in touch. I didn't plan on doing so. I didn't even have one fond memory of her. She had always been brusque and unfriendly. Her current persona came off as artificial. I was not looking forward to the holiday season, even though I knew my family would be there to offer any type of support I might need. I knew I would be thinking of the previous holidays when my then husband Greg, accompanied the woman he presumed to love. All that love, all that promise, had been shattered. I was hurting and needed to heal. I started to take longer jogs and was considering taking up a hobby. I was doing my best to battle through the gloom my mind seemed ensconced in. I wanted to rework all parts of my life. I reasoned that something drastic might get me onto another track, a better track or a new path. I was at work, after coming back from lunch, and was staring at my inbox. There was an email from Ms. Richards. I was hesitant to open it. I was so overwhelmed with the prospect of a lonely holiday season. I knew I might take her up on an offer for dinner. She had been asking me to dinner for over a month and I had come up with reason after reason to say no. She was wearing my resolve down. I was starting to believe that her dog voice had softened over the years and was not an act. I opened the email, and sure enough, it was an invitation to dinner at her house. After about five minutes of thinking up an excuse to decline, I replied that I would be there. I told myself that she was from a time when the world seemed willing to wait for me to make the decisions about life, not the other way around. I needed to feel like that person again. I dressed hurriedly and put on just a little make-up. I had a date with a butch lesbian, not a man. I was not concerned that I was not looking my best. I put on a pair of thigh high, black stockings and wore a dark blue skirt. I found a white sweater that Greg had liked. He said it gave me the appearance of more cleavage. He always had seemed disappointed that my 34 B's were not bigger. I found a pair of black ballerina shoes and headed out to dinner with Ms. Richards. At a couple of points, along my drive to her house, I nearly turned back. I was too unsure about what to expect from dinner with Ms. Richards. The past could be fun to relive, if with the right person. I was not sure she was the right person. She had opened a bottle of wine and was listening to an opera. The volume was very low, but I could tell the singer was female. I sat down and took a glass from her. I was never a big drinker, but did not mind an occasional glass of wine. Ms. Richards did not say much at first. She went to the kitchen to check on dinner and came back into the room. She was very light on her feet. She had on a pair of beige hiking shorts and had on a lighter shade of beige shirt. She was wearing her sport sandals. Her hair seemed recently washed and her face was aglow. "Thank you for coming, Julia. I thought you would never accept one of my invitations. I know you have been through a lot since the divorce. I wanted to help out a former student in this time... You know what I mean." She said. I tried to listen for her dog voice that had faded even more. "Thank you for inviting me." I said. "The pleasure is mine." She said. The wine was strong. I took very small sips. She brought out cheese and crackers and finally sat down across from me in a high backed, Victorian chair. I just kept my eyes on her. I did not feel very comfortable on the hard sofa. I was afraid of her, but was actually in awe of her appearance. She had not aged much. I reasoned that she must have had strong genes. "I remember you from senior year. The only year I had you." She said. "Yes." I aid. "You were what I and Mr. Richards liked to call a hallway Princess.' I thought quickly to who Mr. Richards was, but could not place him. I knew she had never married. I was not sure what kind of comment that was. Was she complimenting me or was she mocking me? Hallway Princess? "What I meant by that, was that you certainly owned the hallway, along with a few other girls. You came in to your own senior year. You really were the envy of the other girls, especially having the school hot shot as your boyfriend." Ms. Richards said. Her words stung. Was I really the envy of other girls? All that she spoke of was gone now. I felt divorced and defeated. Now, I felt as though I was being mocked. In what seemed like a masochistic turn of my life, I stayed. "You were, and still are, so beautiful. I see you as sandy haired, Julia who is as vibrant now as you were as head cheerleader. I used to enjoy watching you cheer, and walking down the hall in your cheer outfit on game day." "Where is this going?" I managed to ask. "I am just reminiscing. Is that out of line?" Ms. Richards said. Her voice sounded so sweet and genuine. "No, but those memories are bittersweet now." I said. "I know. How could they not be? You were amazing, that is for sure. I hope you don't think it too forward of me, but I was attracted to you." Ms. Richards said. I wanted to scream. What was I doing in her home? I felt as though she were toying with me. I wanted to leave, but felt incapable of doing so. Between the wine and her words, I was immobilized. "You were? What... I don't know what to say." I said. "Don't say anything. Just come over to me now. Let me recollect... the girl I lovingly remember." She said. Had she said lovingly? There had never been anything loving about her. I looked at her and didn't say anything. I knew what was going on. I knew what I was about to step into, but did not have the strength, or curiously, the desire, to stop it. I walked over to her and stood in front of her. She wasted no time in placing a strong hand on my leg, as if to size up my level of fitness. She moved her hand up my thigh, under my skirt. She was wasting no time in getting familiar. "You are still in amazing shape." She said. "Thank... you." I said. "Sit down here." She said. She patted her thigh. Ms. Richards wanted me to sit on her lap. Did the wine have some potion in it? Was I so lonely that I would sit on the lap of a former teacher who was a lesbian? Who was Mr. Richards? I took seat on her lap and instantly felt as though I was in high school. I reasoned that it was not a bad feeling. Those were amazing years for me. She called me a hallway Princess, and I was starting to believe that I was just that. "You feel so light." Ms. Richards said. Her body was very sturdy. I did feel light in her lap. Her hands were strong and were starting to touch other parts of my body. Both hands were working in concert with the opera music. I felt one hand glide over my right breast, while another hand tugged a little at my skirt. She was humming as she did so. Was she humming along with the opera? She was drinking from my cup of vitality. It felt as though she was going to drain me of my life-energy. I was stuck to her lap and had no control over what was happening. She was in complete command. I did not feel as though I was revisiting a time when I was empowered to make decisions. "Your breasts... they feel so youthful. I had so wished to see them back during your cheerleading days, but this is just as special." She said. I felt my sweater start to come off my body. I felt a slight chill. My bra was not enough to keep me warm. She felt the material of my bra, tracing my nipple that was showing signs of excitement. My hair was falling over my face. Part of me wanted to hide and the other part wanted her to keep on going. She unclasped my bra now. I felt as though I had something to be proud of. My breasts were still youthful and were positioned as high as ever. "They are as wonderful as ever." She said. I thought I heard her dog voice come out briefly. She used both her hands now, crisscrossing my chest. My boobs did not feel like they belonged to me at that moment. She was all over them. Pinching, squeezing, tugging. I thought she tugged a little too hard at one point. Ms. Richards licked my back with a wet tongue. I could feel her teeth nibbling on my back. Was she going to devour me? Was I the dinner? She placed a hand on my thigh and ran her fingers over the material of the stockings. I was surprised by her gentle touch, because earlier she was handling my boobs rather roughly. I could hear the sipper on my skirt start to go down. I knew we were going headstrong into something unfamiliar for me. She pushed me to stand up. I stood up and I could feel the skirt begin to drop. She tugged it down and now I was even more exposed. "There it is." She said. "What a glorious sight. I remember that, this, walking down the hallway. Only a hallway Princess could possess such an amazing feature." She grabbed my ass for the second time. Her hands were feeling for the flesh, for something more than just touch. Ms. Richards ripped off my panties and spanked me a couple of times. Her hands turned me around and I felt as though I were presenting myself to her as a woman after so many years removed from being a hallway Princess. I winced as I felt a finger probing me. My treat was on display now and was being examined. "So tight you are, my Princess." She said. I didn't care if she was mocking me. It felt good to have her hands exploring me. I was completely shaved, as if I could possibly feel more vulnerable and exposed. She turned me around and maneuvered me back onto her lap. I was sitting on her lap, mostly naked, save for my stockings and ballerina shoes. My legs were dangling off her body. I felt so young and inexperienced. Not at all like a thirty something divorcee. Ms. Richards entered me with a forceful index finger, as if pointing at my clitoris to answer for all my years of feeling more entitled than other girls who stood as witness to my reign. Now, humbled and lonely, I was sitting on the lap of a woman on her throne. Not my throne. I was submitting to her. She quickly moved in and out, gliding by my clitoris, and then zeroing in on it. Her movements were steady and a bit harsh, but not unwelcomed. Her faced was pressed against my back. Her breathing was heavy. My whole body seemed to be resting on her index finger. She could have twirled me like a top. Ms. Richard applied a deft touch. No one besides me had given that much attention to my clitoris. And no one, not even me, was able to coax out its inner voice so profoundly. I could feel by the friction that I was fully erect. "You feel wonderful. You are so large." She said. "Huh." I said. I didn't know what to feel or say. "Touch yourself, Princess." She said. I reached down for myself, not expecting to find myself so hard and so large. My clitoris was so engorged and so aroused. I wanted her to finish me off. "Stand up sweetie." She said. Her voice was somewhere between classroom bitch and honey sweet seductress. I stood up. My legs were a little shaky. "I have someone I want you to meet." She said. "I will be right back." Ms. Richards stood up and went into the kitchen. I stood there alone and afraid. This had come so far, but did not seem finished. I wanted something final about my first time with a woman. I took another drink of my wine. A couple of minutes later, Ms. Richards walked back into the living room. She had about eight inches of rubber maleness that was harnessed and swinging from her crotch. She was naked now. Her tits were pancake like ands did not hold much womanly form. Her belly full and hard. Her thighs walked with defiance. "This is Mr. Richards." She said. "Huh?" I said. I was dumbfounded, not wanting to think that she was going to insert that appendage inside of me. "He really is nicer than he looks. Just give him some time and he will make you feel good." She said. Ms. Richards sat back down and grabbed a tube of what appeared to be lubricant. She squeezed some out and started to lube her piece up. I watched her sitting there as if she expected me to jump at her command. She looked stronger naked than with clothes on. She was a hardy woman, with deflated boobs, but nonetheless capable of taking control of any situation. Her face looked intent on lubing up her strap-on, before doing anything else. "That really is too big." I said. "Just give him a try." She said. She stopped what she was doing and looked over to me, as if to tell me that she was ready for me. I was a little put –off. What was I getting myself into? I wanted more of her deft touch on my clit. I didn't want to experience Mr. Richards at all. "Come now, my sweet Princess." She said. Her voice was now as soft as the most feminine of women. I moved towards her. I felt silly in my stockings and ballerina shoes. I felt as if I were a teenage girl staying late after school to receive her punishment. I stood in front of Ms. Richards. She motioned for me to turn around. She wanted me to ride Mr. Richards while she sat on her Victorian throne. "Let's go slowly. Let us commence slowly. I don't want him to hurt you, dear." Was that compassion? I wondered. Or was she merely setting a trap for pain? "Come down ever so slowly, my dear." She said. I started to bend down. I was willing to try and see if I had enough room for Mr. Richards. If I did not, I was prepared to end everything and just walk out, but she now started to lube me up. I liked the feel of her fingers in me again. I wanted her to give more attention to me like that. All of a sudden, I felt Mr. Richards. He seemed rubbery and not as difficult to take as I had first imagined. She was very careful not to plunge him into me. She gently coaxed me open. I felt that the head was completely in me. I thought of Greg and how I considered him to have been a stud in the size department, but he did not compare to this monster. "You are doing fine." Her voice cracked. Her hands pushed me down slowly. I felt as though I had mounted Mr. Richards and was now ready to begin my ride. What was she deriving from this? Was the idea of having a hallway Princess caught and seduced enough for her? I was using my leg muscles now. My feet were holding to the floor as if ready to jump off Mr. Richards at the first instant of pain. I was glad that I worked out. I was only a little out of breath. I was starting to find an up and down rhythm. Hallway Princess My nipples were erect and my clitoris was ready to explode. My mind raced as never before. Was this a new way for me? "Let's gets you on the ground, so I can really get in there." Ms. Richards said. "I thought it was already in." I said. "He has just entered you about half way. Let's get him in all the way, Julia. What do you say?" She said. "UH... I don't know." I said. It really didn't matter what I said. Mr. Richards was going to see himself in all the way. She stood up and held onto me by my hips. She showed her strength as she held me aloft while she moved us into the center of the room. She gently lowered herself, and in turn, me, onto the ground. She had me in full doggy position now. I arrived to the moment already mounted. I was being bitched by a bull dyke bitch. My conqueror was seemingly more aggressive now. She used one hand to hold me by my neck, as if collaring me. I was not going anywhere, as she set to making me feel the fullness of her and her partner, Mr. Richards. What an abusive duo they made, as she plowed him into me. I started to make uncomfortable sounds. The pain started to gain an urgent momentum. She must have been in all the way. I felt as if parts of my vagina had been touched for the first time. My walls pulsated. I tried my best to steady my emotions and my physical presence. I thought it would be a good idea to try and think of myself as being somewhere else as she continued with what was now surely a sadistic endeavor. I heard her use profanities in another voice. The dog voice had returned as I tried to hold on. Her hand squeezed my neck as if something was going to come out of it like the tube of lube she squeezed earlier. I opened my mouth and half expected something to come out. After a few uncomfortable minutes, it seemed that the lube, the rubber, and my juices started to comingle to create a natural feeling. She must have known I had found a comfort zone, because she took her hand off my neck and now placed both her hands on my hips as she played with the momentum of her thrusts. She alternated between slow and smooth and hard and wild. I was sure I was going to suddenly be thrown from the ride. I moaned loudly and was now encouraging her to bring me to orgasm. I needed it so bad, as if to make up for lost time. I saw flashes of white. The female voice was singing more emphatically. I felt heat coming on. I knew I was going to orgasm very hard. She shouted something about a Princess on her knees and I started to orgasm. I moaned louder. I screamed her name and the name of her tool. For a brief moment, things were clearer than they had been in months. My life, my being delivered to this moment, made perfect sense. I felt reenergized by my new sexuality. This was a rebirth. Then I was tossed to the ground. The ecstasy was over. I was flat on the ground as if I had fallen to earth from some mysterious place. The clarity was over. I was brought back into the reality of not just the moment, but my life. I heard a rough laugh and then the one thing that would have prevented any of this came bounding into the room. Her dog voice accompanied the abrasive laughter. "You tell any of those other hallway bitches that they can stop by for a dose of what is good for them. Tell them that Mr. Richards is here to see to that." She said. I was too afraid to look back. That voice was so horrible and I felt that it was utterly lousy of her to treat me like that. I raised myself up and gathered my clothes. I dressed as I walked toward the front door. Part of me was humiliated, but now, somehow, another part of me felt satisfied. Was I always just a hallway bitch and never really Princess?