5 comments/ 50159 views/ 6 favorites Maria By: coldsteel For those of you who liked Simplicity (in the Nude Day contest) thanks for the feedback. Some of you asked for background on the surgeon in that story. This is a transformational episode in his life. Hope you enjoy. Copyright 2010. All rights reserved. * "Call Pat's momma," rasped Bedlock, "and tell her that slip-on shoes were a mistake. Her 23 year old boy can't tie a damn knot!" It was Friday of my second week as the senior medical student assigned to Dr. George Bedlock's service. Bedlock, a fireplug of a man whose service in Korea cost him most of his left cheek, was reputed to be the most talented surgeon in Illinois. His adoring patients considered him to be their "Bedrock". But the senior medical students unlucky enough to be assigned to his service had a less affectionate sobriquet: "Bad-Luck". Bedlock was impossible to please and his critique was merciless. From the moment a student set foot on his service, there was a never-ending quiz about embryology, anatomy and physiology. He'd tolerate ignorance—but only once. Forgive and remember, he'd say. Four days ago, when the intern had overlooked a key lab test for the second time, Bedlock turned on him. "You're either lazy or stupid, and frankly I don't care which. Get off my service and don't come back." Just like that, the intern was history. There's no such thing as a reserve intern. Bedlock informed me that the intern's responsibilities were now mine. From now on, he continued, eating and sleeping took a back seat to patient needs. I was expected at the hospital at 4 a.m. to do work rounds. Next, I had to find the chief resident to okay new orders (I was just a student, remember.). Then, I had to show up in the operating room by 7 a.m. when the first case started. My job in the OR? Holding "the learning sticks"—large retractors -- for about eight hours while Bedlock, his chief resident and his scrub nurse Maria waged war on cancer. After the OR, there were tomorrow's patients who needed "H and P"s—history and physical exams, and then evening rounds. Finally, a sign-out to the on-call intern. By the time I finished, it was too late to go back to the dorm. Not that it mattered-my girlfriend was away on vacation with her parents. By Friday, I could no longer tell day from night. The OR trivia game had gotten much harder. Bedlock quizzed me about the patients, the operation, the history of surgery—whatever the SOB could think of to nail me. That's not what tripped me up, though—it was piece of 3-0 silk. He told me to tie off a bleeder. I broke the first silk suture, watched the second one fall off when I tied it too loose and the third-- well the third time was the absolute charm. I got my finger stuck in the knot. Bedlock cut me loose, reclamped the bleeder, and told Maria to tie it off. If there had been a convenient hole to crawl into, I would have gladly done so and pulled the dirt in after me. No such luck, only Badluck growling to Maria. "Pat damn well better know how to tie a knot by Monday morning." Better to quit before the bastard had the chance to fire me, but Maria somehow intercepted the thought. "Don't even think about walking away," she whispered and pushed a piece of paper in my hand "10 a.m. tomorrow." The flip side had the address of a nearby apartment building. When I looked up, she was gone. *** Six hours sleep hadn't done much for my disposition or my perspective. Still, learning to tie a knot seemed more interesting than doing the laundry. I walked over to the address Maria had given me. Rang the buzzer at the top of the hour. No answer. Checked the address. Rang again at 10:05. And again at 10:10. Decided I'd wasted enough time and turned to leave, just as Maria headed up the walk. It was the first time I'd seen her outside the hospital. She was wearing faded jeans and an open turquoise shirt over a black tank suit. Medium height with broad athletic shoulders no longer disguised by shapeless scrubsuit. Her stride matched her voice--purposeful, unambiguous, direct. "Sorry I'm late, swim meet ran over. Come on in." I hesitated before crossing the threshold. "You're still angry," she sighed. "You really don't get it, do you?" "What I'm getting is exhaustion." I stared into her coal black eyes. She wasn't the enemy. "I'm sorry, you're trying to help me." She stared back. "That's right. So leave the chip on your shoulder at the door." She motioned me inside, led me up the stairs and into her apartment. The interior was more hacienda than Chicago--three pastel rooms with terra cotta tile floors. Rough-hewn, grey-bleached furniture and woven rugs completed the Southwestern décor. "Echo of home?" I asked. "South of Santa Fe," she replied, "and yes it reminds me of when I was a little girl." Past tense was right—she was long past the little girl stage. Her raven hair and caramel skin contrasted with deep red lips and the whitest teeth I'd seen in a long time. She paused a beat when I asked her age—it turned out that she was 14 years my senior—but smiled when I told her that she wore her years very well indeed. "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day—but then everyone else was trying to beat my time in the freestyle. Let's get to work." She brought a 6 x 10 inch piece of wood from the other room. An array of hooks and pieces of rubber tubing were drilled and secured. "My practice board," she said. "You practice knot-tying?" "Who do you think helps Bedlock after he fires everyone else?" She handed me a pair gloves --from the corner of her sink. "These aren't surgical gloves," I protested. "They're heavy and clumsy and..." She sighed, "Pat, if you can tie with those on, you'll be able to tie anything, any time." She donned a smaller pair of sink gloves, picked up a piece of suture, and tied a dozen flawless knots. "Your turn," she said and turned away to the put something in the oven. Just as well that she didn't see me gaping. She was smoother than Bedlock. For the next forty-five minutes or so, I tried to duplicate her moves. Nothing worked. The harder I tried, the worse it got. I began to mutter hostilities about "Bad-Luck" and surgery. "What did you just say? What did you just say about Bedlock?" Maria was standing two feet away. Her expression was cold enough to freeze boiling water. "Stop what you're doing, shut up and listen. And if you ever repeat any of this to anyone, I will personally rip your tongue out." She had my attention. "Pat, you're so wrapped up in what you think you can't do that you're blind to what's going on here. You wouldn't know good luck if it came in a box labeled in two inch letters and tied with a red bow.. Why do you think you're on Bedlock's service? You think it's bad luck? Some goddamn accident? He hand-picked you like he hand-picks every one around him!" Maria flushed with anger. "You think you know Bedlock, but you don't. He has one mission left in his life, and only one—and that's to turn out surgeons who are better than he is. Pat, you don't have a fucking clue." Maria went on, "He takes a dollar a year salary—he's independently wealthy—for the privilege of trying to make raw recruits into leaders. He survived Korea only to lose his kid when a car struck his bike. His wife had a nervous breakdown and hasn't said a word for ten years. Whose luck seems bad now, Pat?" Maria's voice softened. "I was the student nurse on duty the night his son died. He begged God to take his life and spare his son. No deal, so he's still here and his boy is six feet under. So if you're still looking for sympathy, try the dictionary. You'll find it between shit and syphilis." The oven timer broke the silence and Maria went over to pull out whatever was baking. "One more thing you ought to know." She turned to face me. "Bedlock says that you're the best he's ever seen." She stopped and gave me an appraising look. "I wonder." I opened my mouth to speak, but Maria shook her head. She cut a slice of whatever she had baked, sliding it across with a small cup of chocolate. . "I told you to be quiet. Let's see if you can follow some simple instructions. Don't say a word. Eat. Think." The first forkful exploded in my mouth—butter, apples and the densest cinnamon I'd ever tasted. I caught her gaze but held my tongue. "Pretty good, eh? Mom's recipe. Finish it and drink up." Suddenly, the week's physical and emotional drain caught up with me. The cinnamon kicked in and I started to sweat. My arms felt like they weighed 100 pounds each. "I don't know what to say," I started, "except that I need to lie down for a moment." She looked at me, threw a large towel on the couch and motioned me over. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. *** Maria was out when I woke up. There was a note next to the practice board. "At the market. Back soon. You'll feel better after a shower. Clean set of scrubs is for you." I found the bathroom and peeled off my clothes. Ran the shower hot, then bracing cold. As I toweled dry and stepped into the cotton pants, I caught the sweet scent of fresh peaches. It wasn't the scrubs, though--the fragrance was coming from her cotton robe hanging underneath the scrubs. I picked up the robe, held the collar close to my face and inhaled. Maria returned. She called out, "Lunchtime. Practice your surgical skills on those vegetables and make us a salad while I work on the dressing and some lemonade." I started to say something but she stopped me, indicating that my focus should be on lettuce and tomatoes. We ate in silence. Once again, I started to say something, but she just shook her head, and nodded towards the practice board. "Let me help with the dishes!" Maria turned to face me. "Pat, use your brain and do as I ask. I know how to do dishes, and I know how to tie knots. You only know how to do dishes. Work on the knots." I struggled with the practice board for another 15 minutes while she washed, dried and put things away. Finally, she walked over to see how I was doing. I had to say something. "Maria, I really screwed up. I've been an idiot about Bedlock. I've been blind to how much help both of you have tried to give me. You have every reason to kick me out of your apartment this second. Why you haven't, I don't know. But I need to ask---make that beg—for another chance." I glanced up at the clock. "I have about 33 hours to learn how to tie a knot. Please go through the knot tying again—this time in slow motion--so I can learn from you? I promise I'll leave once I get the idea." An odd stare. Wordlessly, she took a seat next to me, picked up a piece of the suture and motioned for me to do the same. Her fingers danced and then she slowed them down. "Cross the strands first. Move your fingers, not your wrist, Pat! Push your finger to the knot, don't pull up! Back and forth so the strands fall square! That's better, but use your fourth finger, not your third..." Her coaching continued, interrupted only to take a breath. After about 15 minutes, the motions became fluid and her patter slowed. "Keep at it, Pat, just keep going. My turn in the shower." I must have thrown another thousand knots. Not only was I getting the hang of it, I was almost afraid to stop. I didn't notice her looking over my shoulder until she spoke. "Not bad," she offered, "not bad at all." Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing the robe. "Time for a break." She put an LP on the stereo, and Frank Sinatra's voice filtered into the kitchen . "Come in here," she said as she pulled the sheers together to diffuse the late afternoon sun at the living room window. " I want to dance." "I'm not much of a dancer." Hands on her hips, she stared at me once more. But I got with the program. "If you'll be patient with me, I'd love to try and learn." First smart thing I'd said all day. Maria laughed. She pulled me close, and let the melodies take over. The room darkened with a late afternoon rain. Her head fell gently to my chest as Ol' Blue Eyes sang his signature closer, the one about one more for the road. With the last mournful notes, I caught the scent of fresh peaches again. I inhaled and smiled. She looked up at my breath. "Your fragrance is wonderful. What are you wearing?" She met my eyes, pulled the towel from her hair, and shrugged out of her robe, letting her it slip to the floor. "Nothing. Nothing at all," she murmured as she nodded towards the bedroom. "Time to see just how good you really are." *** Telling me that I was overdressed and to fix the problem, Maria turned to light half a dozen candles. I kicked off the scrubs and stared. She turned to face me, caught my gaze and asked what I saw. "Want a list?" I replied. "Start with a gorgeous smile, add an exotic neck, perfect breasts, legs that won't quit..." Maria giggled,crossed the room in three steps and pulled us down onto the bed. Her mouth was honeyed and warm. I began to explore with my tongue. She guided my mouth towards the hollow of her neck and my hand to her thighs. "Let's see if you can follow some simple instructions" she laughed again, "Kiss my neck and my ears, and stroke my thighs." I brushed her neck with my lips, and explored the hollows of her throat. With her head cradled in my left arm, I caressed her thighs with my right hand, moving up one side and down the other. Her mouth found my left earlobe, sucked for a moment, and she began to trace out the contours with her tongue. "That's marvelous, you do have a lover's touch," she sighed, pulling my mouth to her right breast, "and I want to feel your breath." I circled the brown areola with my tongue, sucking on her right breast. My fingers reached for her other breast and started to play with it, but she guided my hand back between her thighs. "Don't stop stroking. I need to feel you down there." Her pussy was dripping wet. As my fingers glided between the lips towards her clit, she arched her back and began to moan. She led me to where she was most sensitive as I continued my gentle strokes. "Slide your fingers in," she said as she guided me. "I want to feel you inside me." I left my thumb to play with her clit as my fingers slid and out. She thrust gently to meet me, letting me play with her clit, cervix and G-spot all at once, grinding harder with each rotation. I kissed her deeply and roamed around the inside of mouth, gently biting her lips. It wasn't hard to anticipate her next instruction. " Eat me. Eat all of me," she growled. I let my tongue trace her chin, down her neck and the cleavage between her breasts. She giggled once as she pushed my head past her navel, simultaneously sliding a firm pillow Pateath those luscious hips. "Now start and don't stop until I tell you!" More of a command than a request. Yes ma'am! I let her feel my breath and teased her for a few moments by kneading her inner thighs. Spreading her pussy lips, I made my tongue as wet as I could and dragged it up and down her cunt, mapping it its contours and crevices. Her hips were split wide apart. Pushing my tongue deeply inside so that the sweetness began to flow, and then, pulling her hips to me,I pulled back to search for her clit with the tip of my tongue. Maria's words became guttural moans. Pretending that I was tying suture with my tongue, I wandered back and forth across her swollen clit, pushing and then sucking, drinking her juices. She began to shudder as waves of orgasm flowed from her brain to her groin and back again. The more she bucked, the deeper my tongue dove. I didn't stop until she pulled my mouth away after about twenty minutes and maybe a dozen climaxes. Skin flushed with pleasure, eyes saucer-wide, breathless. "You do follow instructions—exquisitely! Your turn...." Maria pushed me back on the bed and asked me what I liked best. Not a question that I had ever given much thought to, and my head was spinning so fast that the best I could come up with was "your choice". She smiled tenderly --and then wickedly. She reached above me, her fingers danced for a moment, and suddenly my wrists were tied to the headboard. A few seconds later my ankles were similarly bound. "Here's another good reason to practice your knots," she offered," now just relax and enjoy." She watched me squirm for a few minutes as she played with my balls, her tongue dancing the length of my cock. Turning away from my hips squaring her shoulders above me so her breasts swayed just over my mouth, she commanded, "Pay attention, now. You're with an older woman who knows a lot more than your girlfriends. Just relax, and we'll both have a great time." Not much choice given that I was "bound to please". So I smiled, stopped struggling and let her do everything. The next half hour or so are etched forever in my memory. Never before had any woman given me such pleasure. Maria collapsed the world into my cock, bringing me to the edge, cooling me down, and bringing me to the edge again. Each time she would bring me back, my cock grew more swollen, more tender. My pleas for relief were deliciously ignored. I begged her to let me come. She stopped for a moment, squeezed my now purple cock and said, gently, "No." Gentle perspiration turned to rivers of sweat. Blood emptied from brain, engorging my cock and balls. My moans became screams. She took me—all of me—into her mouth and throat. She tugged on my balls and kneaded the soft tissues Pateath. Every nerve in my body exploded as she sucked up and down my shaft, pumping my cum and swirling her tongue around my cock-head. When I awoke a few moments later, Maria was bathing my now-shrunken cock with a cool cloth. "Back from the dead, are we?" she laughed. "Experience counts." She untied my hands and feet and wandered off for a moment into the kitchen. She returned with two glasses of lemonade. She asked me to hold both for a moment, one in each hand. Except it wasn't just a moment. She pushed me down and grinned again, saying "Don't spill!". My hands might as well have been tied as she started licking my shaft. After a minute or two, she got the desired response -- my cock was again fully erect. With a delicious and delighted smile, she squatted over me, straddling my shaft. Gently, slowly she wrapped her hips and her cunt around me. Calling me her stallion, she rose up and sank down on my cock, pressing down on my chest with one hand and reaching behind to caress by balls with the other. Finally, I had the presence of mind—no small accomplishment with this gorgeous creature astride—to offer her a drink. "Thought you'd never ask!", finally taking her glass and drinking it down in one long pull. I did the same and she set the barware aside. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and had another long taste of her hot juicy cunt. I looked up at her, hair splayed and back arched. Impossibly erotic and momentarily vulnerable. I kissed her for a long minute in silent thanks. She pushed me away only long enough to tell me what she wanted. "Fuck me now, Pat. I need your hard cock inside me. Hold me. Feel me. Take me. Make love to me now." I slid the head of my cock between her swollen lips, her hips coming up to meet me. I teased her through a few half strokes and then buried myself to the hilt. Her pelvis tilted higher with each thrust. I finally pulled her long legs over shoulders so that my slides of my cock would meet her clit, the deepest reaches of her sex, and everything in between. Maria's breathing quickened. Her cunt muscles rippled around my cock. Her eyelids became dark violet as her climax welled up out of her pelvis. We both began to shudder and groan and finally scream with the pure joy. Maria *** Evening became night, Both of us knew that I had to get some sleep to be ready for rounds the next day. We held each other and kissed once more. Maria walked me the door. Once more, she read my thoughts. "It was very special for me too, Pat. But it has to end here. On Monday, you're still Pat the student, and I'm still Maria the scrub nurse. Just cherish the wonderful memory—I know I will." *** The next ten days with Bedlock, his patients and Maria flew past. He never let up, testing my limits every chance he got, making sure that I knew the patients and the concepts cold. Each day he put a new instrument in my hand, and he seemed mostly pleased with what I was learning. Not that there weren't high standards and low moments—my first attempt at suturing his picture-perfect incision resulted in him bellowing. "Call the dean and have him send me a girl-child—at least she'll know how to use a needle and thread!" But I laughed and promised to do better. Maria gave me a needle-holder, some out-dated sutures and told me to go back to the dorm, and practice making halved tomatoes whole. Bedlock gave me another chance the next day, grudgingly approving the results. (I gave the needle holder to back to Maria, along with two pounds of fresh peaches and a thank-you note.) My last evening on service, I passed the beeper and the patients off to my successor. Free at last! I scrawled a note to Bedlock, thanking him for riding me so hard and went by his office to slip it under the door. His lights were on and the door was ajar. "About time you showed up," he grumbled. "Learn anything this month?" "A lot more than I expected. I just came by to say..." He cut me off. "Yeah, thanks, I know. Now shut up and listen because I am going to say this once and only once." He shut the door and pulled a bottle of bourbon and two glasses from his desk. He poured, we drank... and I sputtered when the fire hit my throat. Bourbon, it seemed, also required some practice. "Son, I don't know much about anything else, but I do know students and I do know surgery. And you're the best damn student I've seen in years. You can go anywhere you want for your residency...except staying here, because I won't permit it. You'd be wasting my time and your talent. So where's it gonna be?" I decided to push back a little, naming the most competitive program in the country. He chuckled. "Thought that's what you'd say. I got off the phone with the chairman there an hour ago, and he's expecting your application. Told him that you were going to be a better surgeon than the two of us old warhorses put together. Now get out of here and get cracking on that application so I can finish up." *** Ten months later, I was headed east to Baltimore. Bedlock's recommendation to Hopkins had worked his magic. He hadn't shown up for graduation, of course—according to local lore he never did, claiming it was a waste of his valuable time. But Maria materialized with a shoebox labeled "GOOD LUCK"-- in two-inch high letters of course-- and tied in a red bow. She whispered an instruction not to open it until my first day of internship, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and melted back into the crowd before I could introduce her to my folks and girlfriend. *** A few days later, I was driving east through the Ohio night. Both the gas gauge and my stomach signaled the need for fuel. I pulled into a plaza and filled the tank. My curiosity finally got the better of me and I took the shoebox into the diner. Fortified with a waffle and link sausage, I pulled the bow and opened the lid. Inside, nestled in a square of cloth cut from her robe—neatly stitched around the edge so that it would not fray--was a bag of dried peaches, her practice board and a note: Pat... You have so much to give. Learn. Teach. And always—always— take the time to dance. I cherish the memory of a truly wonderful afternoon. Don't ever be good when you can be great. Love always. M I held the cloth to my face for a long moment, then took a last pull of coffee and paid the bill. Dawn broke as I turned onto the interstate, the Good Luck box in the passenger seat beside me, heading into the rising sun. Maria The party has been going on for way too long. You're tired, you're worn out, and all you want to do is sleep. You haven't seen a guy worth talking to all night.... and you're about ready to give up...when he walks in.... Tall, handsome, with hair just coming over his eyes if he's not looking at you... But when he does, those dark brown eyes seem to burn right into you. "Hey there" he says to you, leaning in close, sweat and pheromones creeping into your brain.... "Um...hi" you stutter... You haven't been nervous in front of a guy in years, but there's something about him "we've been watching you all night you know" he says to you, his hand moving to your hip. You feel another body up against your back, softer, gentle hands stroking your neck that's Beverly. She's been telling me all sorts of things she'd like to see you do.... interested? You stammer again " Um, I guess, what?" He takes you my the hand, and leads you away to your bedroom, Beverley pressed very close to your back the entire time The door closes, and he's kissing you...his hands around your waist..his body, pressed up hard against you You lose all sense of yourself, your hands reaching out to grab his, your body, hot and trembling, pressing up against him, hungry, needing, your body craving his....you feel her hands on you too, working their way up your back, unclasping your bra, fingernails dragging down your back. Her lips on your neck, her teeth nibbling on your ear... He kisses your mouth, hot and hard, biting your lip gently and then teasing your tongue with his, his hands on your waist, slowly moving upwards... Her lips on your back, you feel your shirt being pulled off, taking your bra with it His lips moving slowly up your belly... Teasing, careful...as if he's trying to kiss and lick every inch of you Her hands on your belly now...Her breasts pressed up against your back, her nipples, small solid, yet soft points, pressing into your back. Her hands move down your belly, and start to undo your jeans...one breast in his mouth the other in hers.... You close your eyes as electric bolts of pleasure start to course through you... You hear him whisper "Maria, keep your eyes closed" Your jeans come off.. His mouth against yours, his arms around you. One hand in your hair, the other at your waist...you feel her hands on your thighs, her breath brushes against your clit as he kisses you hard and deep. His hands in your hair as she slides between your legs... She grabs your ass with both hands, pulling herself into you, her tongue burying itself in one hard plunge... He pushes you onto the bed, her mouth never leaving you She takes your clit between her lips, teasing you, coaxing you, licking every drop of juice as it falls from you... "Maria...Have you ever been with another woman?" you mutter incoherently... "Would you like to?" he whispers into your ear. He moves away and suddenly it's his tongue inside you. You feel yourself being turned over, till you're on your knees on the bed... His face pressed against you.... She's in front of you now...pulling you up against her..kissing you...touching you...wrapping her legs around you...her breasts pressed up against yours...her lips like no man's you've ever kissed, soft and giving...she looks you in the eye.... "Maria, look at me when he takes you...please?" You look at her in confusion for a second when suddenly he drives himself into you. Slow and gently, but never stopping, till you're filled to the point of gasping. His hands wrapped around your hips... Hers wrapped around you as well... She caresses your face, your throat, your breasts as he drives into you...slowly, achingly slowly... He plunges into you now, harder, harder... She pulls your face down to hers, kissing you deeply, never closing her eyes.... watching you. You can taste your cum on her lips. "Oh Maria, please cum for me." she whispers in your ear... "You're the one I want." A sudden uncontrollable sensation fills you, as you begin to cum without the slightest warning. You've never wanted a woman before now, and suddenly you want to fulfill this woman's every desire. He reaches down and pulls you up against him, burying his cock deeper into you. Forcing you to press even harder against her. Suddenly, his cock is gone. Beverly, straddling you, starts moaning...you watch her face as she gets fucked. Jealous both of her and him. You want him in you. You wish you were the one making her moan like that...... Then he slams into you... and her... and you... trading between you with every stroke. Your lust takes over your brain. When he pulls out of you, you switch around till your face is buried in her. Her pussy hot and wet, his cock buried in it, you start to gently tongue her clit. Her mouth instantly seizes on your swollen clit... sucking, licking, teasing, Her hands grab your thighs for dear life, your clit more important to her than air. He pulls out of her and without thinking you take his entire cock in your mouth in one gulp. She buries two fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot, filling you, as her tongue begins to demand the same from you. He begins to moan as you lick and suck and stroke him. Massaging his balls with one hand, you work her clit with the other, as your mouth and tongue furiously torture him.... He moans, loud and strong, his cock tensing in your mouth as he explodes...within seconds, Beverley cums under you... She writhes beneath you, pulling herself free, watching as you suck every last drop from him...before you have a chance to swallow, she pulls you off his cock, replacing your mouth with her hand, and kisses you hard and deep, sucking every last drop of cum she can off of your lips, your tongue, your cheek, your neck. Satisfied, she pushes you down, straddling your face, her juices hot and sweet, your tongue buried in her. "Now, you cum for us." Her pussy riding your face, while he, already hard again, plunges into you. She leans forward, 69ing you while she teases your clit with her tongue...his cock driving into you, slowly, then faster... and harder... and harder... Your whole body shakes as he fills you, as she teases you, her clit the whole of your desires, his cock, stretching you almost to the point of agony, making you so hot you can barely make a sound..... She begins to shake, to quiver, you know she's so close...you've never wanted a woman before tonight... God does she make you wonder why. Your legs up over his chest... He drives deeper, deeper into you, burying himself... She starts to cum "Oh GOD! MARIA! OH GOD! PLEASE CUM FOR ME!" He starts to moan again, your pussy tightening around his cock... He explodes inside you, hot cum filling you. Greedily Beverley pushes him out of the way when he's spent, licking and tasting you, teasing and taunting, making your orgasm last for forever... ........ ........ ........ Each in one ear they whisper "Thank you Maria." Your eyes close, exhausted beyond any point of sanity.... *Fin* Maria Rushing adrenalineAbject fearPenetrating violationsEntirely repulsive Stop! Please!Unwelcome, unstoppableCock impalingKindness absentStop! -------------------------------------------------- Maria was getting out of work late. Again. Her boyfriend, Ken, didn't understand how important this job was to her career and her future. She could see her dreams just out of reach but well within travelling distance! Everything she'd hoped for, the years of schooling, all the extra hours were about to pay off and he just wouldn't get it! If only he could buckle up and deal with ... Suddenly her walk to her car was cut short. Someone -- a man, definitely -- had come from behind and grabbed her. One arm was around her throat, almost choking her with the crook of his elbow, the other arm was wrapped around her stomach, holding her so that her arms were pinned to her sides. She could barely catch her breath, screaming was impossible. He was leaning back with her so not only could she not get the leverage from her feet to struggle but she could also feel a very disturbing lump in his pants. Shit! "If you make a noise I will snap your neck," the man whispered against her hair. She could feel his hot breath on her scalp. "This can be relatively quick if you don't fight it." She could feel how easy it would be for him to just grab and twist, his muscles bulged against her cheek and arms. Maria closed her eyes, the first tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded just a little and tried to convince herself that she could make it through this. He wanted a quick fuck, and then he'd be gone. She'd pick herself up, drive home, tell Ken and get to the hospital for a rape kit. No big deal, right? He pulled her back into the alley where she supposed he had been lying in wait. She wondered, had he been watching her over the course of several days or was this a spontaneous action? Had he been stalking her, waiting for her to be alone once more in the dark? She knew she would never get the answers to those questions so she tried to quiet her mind. Think of a calm and peaceful place without this horrible man where she could be more detached from what was going to happen next. She almost got there, and then he ripped her shirt right down the front and she was snapped back to the reality and the fear of the whole series of events. He was holding her hands behind her back now, and had her pinned against something so her legs couldn't kick out. She struggled to free her hands and he gripped her tighter -- fuck he was strong! His hands were big enough so that one of them could encircle both of her wrists and prevent her from moving much. Her wrists started to hurt so she stopped fighting and he loosened his hold just enough for her to not be in pain. "I told you, the less you resist the less pain there will be. Though there will be some pain, you can count on it." He groped her right breast through her exposed bra, his fingers dug into her flesh and she whimpered a little but did not cry out. She did not want to die over an unwelcome and frightening turn of really bad luck. Maria tried to get a look at her assailant as he was busy manhandling her chest. She couldn't see him clearly, it was too dark in the alley, but he was very tall, very muscular and very set on this course of action. She was having trouble forgetting the feel of the bulge against her ass from earlier but when he pinched her nipple and started twisting it she was once again yanked back into the present. Her face was lined with tears now and she started pleading in a hushed whisper, "Please, please no." The man did nothing more than smile and pinch her nipple, pulling it out a little to make it hurt more. Then he leaned down and sucked on her tit, leaving a dark mark off to one side of the areola. He bit her other one and she could feel each and every individual tooth as it pushed into her breast. Did one of his incisors just draw blood? She shuddered and closed her eyes again. This was too horrid for her to think about! Her attacker put his hand around her throat and came in for another threatening whisper, right up next to her ear. "I'm going to put my cock in your mouth now, and I'm going to fuck your head. If you throw up on me, I will hit you. If you try to bite me, I will kill you." He forced her to her knees and held her throat with one hand while the other unzipped his pants and released his penis. She couldn't help but be startled, not by the length of it -- it was actually quite normal - but by the thickness. How was she ever supposed to get that thing into her mouth? What kind of damage was he going to do to her body with a piece like that? She'd given blow jobs before, her boyfriends over the years made her realize how much they enjoyed it and the different techniques that worked the best. This man didn't subscribe to that line of thought. He grabbed her by the head, pulling hairs out by the root his grip was so firm, and shoved her face onto his erection. Her body instinctively tried to cry out in surprise and shock, but she couldn't make a noise around the flesh in her mouth. He kept himself in her for a few seconds before he started pounding her face, keeping his word that he was going to truly fuck her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in a few times, but she managed to prevent the bile from coming up. She did not want this strong and violent brute to hit her. A backhand from him could break her jaw, she was sure of it. He was starting to breathe harder! Maybe, just maybe, if she could get him to climax then he'd go limp and she could escape with only minor injuries! It was worth a shot anyways. She stabilized her stance on her knees, rose up a few centimeters so that her neck was higher up while her head was still angled downwards -- a trick she had learned from practicing on an old boyfriend. He was able to go deeper without hitting her gag reflex and could move faster. A small but very deep groan came from him and he growled, "You swallow this, bitch, or you'll have to do it again" right before he blasted his jizz into her mouth and throat. She'll never forget how his cum tasted, it was disgusting. Chunky, as if he'd not cum in a long time, and tinged with various flavors from the cheap foods and even cheaper beer that he'd been consuming. Her mouth was sore, she knew that she would be red around her entire mouth, possibly even bruised or torn in some places. She really did not want him to do it again, because she'd probably have to wait for him to get hard again and she wanted this over as quickly as possible. She choked down the grossest load she'd ever been given and then looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, let me go, I've done what you want." He just smirked when he replied, "I'm not done with you yet, stupid whore that you are." He pushed Maria to the floor of the alley and was on top of her before she could catch her breath. He was fast, or she was slow. One of his hands held her hands by the wrists, pushing them into the alleyway ground and he straddled her legs. To her dismay she saw that he wasn't losing his erection, in fact it looked bigger than before! If that was even possible, it may have just been the angle. He used his spare hand to rip open the bottom half of her pant-suit, showing off the underwear she had been hoping to surprise Ken with later tonight. It matched her bra and was a dark red lacy pair. He laughed "You're just asking for it, aren't you? Stupid cunts never know the damage they do to themselves..." He ripped off her panties while she tried to move her legs, her arms. He had to stop once to hold her tight and look into her face, giving her his best intimidating glare which was actually quite effective! She was so scared she could hardly breathe, but the contact gave her the chance to see his face! Now to remember the details so she could tell the police later. Strong jaw, small brown eyes set too close together, large forehead, almost no hair. Taller than her by a head and a half, maybe more, and he was so muscular that he probably weighed more than a hundred kilos. After the bottom half of her body was fully exposed he came in close for another whisper. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're not going to like it, but I'm going to keep going until you cum. Remember that if you cry out I will kill you, if you scratch me or bite me I will hit you, and if you don't climax I'll never stop." She believed him. He had just shot his wad and was still harder than any cock she'd had contact with before. But, how was she supposed to reach a climax under these circumstances? Being brutally raped in an alley that stinks of dumpsters and the people who had come from the bar next door? Impossible! Though, she thought, maybe I can fake it... worth a try anyway! Give him a minute or two and then see if she could put a quick stop to this nightmare. He spat on his hand and shoved two of his fingers roughly into her slit. "Dry as a bone, fuck" said the man and then spat directly on her flesh. Maria winced and turned her head, closing her eyes once more. How she wished she'd open them and it will all have been a bad dream! No such luck... He was apparently satisfied with the moisture level and jammed his cock into Maria as hard and as deep as he could, once again leaving it still for a few seconds before moving again. Maria was sure that something had torn. He was so wide, and his entry had been so forceful! She even imagined she could feel a drop of blood already, though it could be his spit. That thought in and of itself made more tears fall from her eyes and she whimpered wordlessly. He was thrusting in and out of her so-called "special place", filling her with pain and disgrace and rage. She could not fight back without risking her very life, she could not make him stop, and she could not make it hurt any less. She wasn't even able to control her body's natural reactions to such an invasion -- his progress became easier as she automatically supplied lubrication, against her will, to this asshole. With a lessened amount of friction and resistance from her skin he could fuck her harder, faster, deeper. She could feel him slamming into the muscle walls inside her and doubted she'd be able to sit for a week without serious levels of pain. The sides of her thighs, the curve of her ass and pretty much the entire area in between was already starting to bruise, making the pain come not only in the heavy thuds of his pelvis meeting hers but with the sharp pain that comes with smacking the area of previously burst blood vessels. He put both of her arms over her head, taking both wrists in one of his big hands and with his other he grabbed her entire left breast. He growled, no words this time, but the way he was holding her hands down and the tempo with which she was being taken made it clear that he hadn't forgotten his demand and she shouldn't either. She swallowed. It was difficult, but she managed to make an "mmmm" sound without dissolving into weeping. She remembered the classes she had taken when she and Ken had been trying for children, the kinds of exercises a woman can do with her muscles to make the birthing easier. Kegel, she thought they were called. So she started squeezing, in very short intervals. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release. She kept making the "mmm" noises and it worked! He was convinced her body was reacting without her and she was able to mark the changes in his rhythm and breathing, but this time when he came she could actually feel the pulsing against her sore and ravaged skin as his jizz splashed all over her insides. She was so scared now, however... what if he wanted to fuck her in the ass, too? Taking all three holes from a woman must be a rapist's wet dream, excuse the analogy. At this point though, luck finally gave her a break and showed him dwindling rapidly as he pulled out of her. "Now that you know what it can be like, you'll never want a pansy little normal lay again, sweetheart." He winked at her, twisted her nipple one last time, put his flaccid penis back into his pants and moved out into the street. Sauntered, really, moving as if he hadn't a care in the world. Was he really gone? Had she really gotten rid of him? She tried to sit up, but cried out as she realized that her wrists were not going to support her weight. They were more than bruised, they were strained or sprained or maybe even one or two of the bones inside broken. Maria turned carefully onto her side, slowly and carefully pushed herself up into a sitting position using her forearms and then did not sit all the way down but remained in a sort of half-squat to spare her thigh and ass muscles any more flexing than was absolutely necessary. She looked around the alleyway, the theater of her torture, and found her clothing in pieces. There was no way she was going to be able to get dressed again. She did, however, manage to find her purse. Her phone! She pulled it out with swollen, shaking and pain filled hands and was pleased that the next number she'd dial was only three digits long. Maria By the time I turned eighteen I was freshly single and entirely free of any power beyond the law. My fathers disappointment was the only repercussion I had to answer to on account of not being able to scrounge up any shame of my own. I was having fun, smoking weed, drinking until I passed out, crashing wherever, getting on first name basis with the owners of strip clubs, and kissing anyone who was clean and willing. I had no real friends and no real morals on top of that, and it was a wild train ride of fun with a brick wall waiting for me at the end. My general manager began asking around to see if I'd gotten addicted to any hard drugs, and while I always gave it my all while I was at work, actually getting there on time was beginning to prove a difficult task. However, I don't regret anything about those reckless months. I got it out of my system fast and hard and had irreplaceable adventures along the way. It was an ongoing joke in my circle of friends that I had a fondness for women. It wasn't the sort of fondness that some of my female friends pretended to have when I took them to the strip club; talking it up how hot the girls were but never actually touching them because "she wasn't really my type". They all knew I'd do any single one of them. Maria was my favorite of our group because although she was completely whacked out in the head, she was hot and she didn't have much shame either. She had no problem leering at me under her thick fake lashes and proclaiming "I'm going to get you drunk so that you'll fuck me." to which I'd respond by throwing my head back in laughter and letting her kiss me. Finally one night Maria's fairy godmother came in the form of weed laced with cocaine, seven jell-o shots, a shot of gummy bears, two beers, and a bottle of UV. Yes, I took all of those. No, not in that order. To be fair, I didn't know the weed was laced when I smoked it, and I'd never tried jell-o or gummy anything so I didn't understand how it worked and decided to fill up on it. After I'd gotten myself good and destroyed, we ended up sitting in someone's living room eating carne asada fries and playing some stupid drinking game. I can't remember what the rules of the game were, but I remember one of my coworkers declaring that if I lost something or other, I'd have to be locked in the bedroom with Maria for five minutes. Obviously I lost whatever it was (I think it had something to do with counting?) and she ran to the bedroom with excitement. By the time I got to the bedroom she already had her pants and shirt off. She was thick but in that way that maintained an hourglass shape to it, and short in the way latinas tend to be. Long fountains of black hair draped over her shoulders and kissed her lower back and she had two piercings in one of her overly arched brows and one lip ring settled on the bottom of her mouth. I closed the door behind me and walked to the bed with what was probably the stalest sexual desire I've ever felt. We started to kiss and I will admit she was good at that, and I ran my hands over her incredibly soft, incredibly great smelling skin. My fingers found their way to the clasp on her bra and I skillfully clipped it open and let it fall. Her wonderfully plump, soft breasts clung to the cups of her bra for a moment before she ripped it off of her and it was at this time that I felt cheated. I'd always admired her chest because it was full and round, but the minute I saw them without their covers, the first thing that popped in my head was "banana breasts". This term is one I frequent often and if you ever wonder where it comes from, this is the moment that generated those words. Slender shoulders set a frame for a pair of long, wild knockers that hung in whatever direction they wanted without breaking the shape of a banana. Regardless of my disappointment, I climbed on top of her and played with them like a lady. I let her squish them against my face and I used my mouth on her nipples in ways that I knew felt good on me. She was loud and excited, flailing her limbs like she was being attacked and I was at least glad that when her panties came off, there weren't any banana shaped surprises in there. Best one out of three, right? I slid my finger inside of her and made a come hither motion, and the minute I entered her I saw why she was a catch despite having fruit shaped tits. Never in my life have I found a woman so tight! She is my inspiration when I do my kegels because it was a damn struggle getting anything inside of her, especially with her dramatically kicking about. My tongue traced a line from my finger along her folds until I found the magic button, and I used my mouth on it furiously along with my hands working inside of her trying to get her to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible. Thankfully it worked and in moments she reached full seizure and shook like the exorcist. As she lay there panting, I got up fully clothed and walked casually to the door. The words "I think that's been about five minutes." flowed out of my mouth calmly and I left back to the party. Honestly, I can't say I've ever given someone an orgasm with such a straight face before. Maria "Steven, you have to do something about Maria." Those were the words that greeted me when I got home from a hard day's work. Not something I wanted to hear. Let me introduce the cast of characters. I'm Steven, a lovable young man, handsome, intelligent, fit, gainfully employed, financially well off, and a lawyer. The person lodging their complaint with me was my Grandmother, Isabel. Isabel in my opinion was a crotchety old bitch with inbuilt arrogance for which she had absolutely no justification. She'd married young, leeched off my Grandfather until he died (probably happy to do so), and was theoretically living with my parents who, opting for a world cruise, had dumped her on me for six months. If my parents wanted another cruise they would find that I'll have bought the old harridan an extra ticket, just so that she could accompany them. Maria was my Grandmother's companion. Having to work I couldn't be at my Grandmother's beck and call twenty four hours a day, a situation that she found intolerable. Hence the companion. I had personally interviewed a number of applicants, looking for a mouse who wouldn't mind being snarled at constantly, worked hard, and never thanked. The first girl I hired lasted an hour. Before Maria, the longest time for a companion had been three days. Maria had lasted two months and there was only a month to go. I did not want to lose Maria. Not that I'd stand in her way if she wanted to run. (I also didn't intend to hire another companion, unless I could find a prison guard or a nurse from an insane asylum who wanted a temporary position.) "What's the problem with Maria?" I asked. "I cannot abide rudeness," snapped Isabel, which was news to me as she was a past-master at it. I think she might have had a doctorate in it. "The girl was insulting to me, just because I asked her to do something. Heaven knows, I don't ask her for much and it is why she was hired." "Why don't you tell me what happened?" I suggested, and settled down to listen. For the next half hour I was regaled with the ingratitude of that ingrate to whom, out of the kindness of her heart, my Grandmother had offered a job. What I eventually determined was that Maria had said something rather rude to my Grandmother. What I didn't need was Isabel's parting shot. "I told that miserable girl that you would beat her. She's up in her room now, sulking." "Grandmother," I said carefully, "I'm a lawyer. It's my job to resolve problems, not create them. I suspect that beating Maria just might cause a few problems. For a start, she would resign." "Not if she wants any sort of a reference," snapped Isabel. "Besides, she has it easy here. She's not going to resign just because you beat her. I'd do it myself, but I'm an old lady who everyone takes advantage of." All things considered I could see the best thing to do would be to give Maria a month's pay in lieu of notice and send her off with a glowing reference. Isabel would have to go without a companion for a month. I told Isabel I'd handle things and headed off to brace Maria. I knocked on Maria's door and entered when told to, closing the door behind me. If I hadn't, Isabel would have been snooping, watching to see what happened. "Tact and diplomacy," I said, frowning slightly. "I believe that these were the key words I used when describing your duties?" Maria blushed. She was a cute little thing. I don't think she was actually shy, just a rather private person, slow to let people get to know her. "I've been tactful and diplomatic, honest. It's just that nothing I do pleases her." "I also believed that I warned you of that, as well," I reminded her. "And, really, calling your employer a contentious old cow is not considered either tactful or diplomatic, at least, not in any book of etiquette that I've come across." Maria blushed even harder. "I didn't say it to her," she protested. "I muttered it under my breath as I was going to fetch her needle work from where-ever she happened to leave it. For the fourth time today. It's not my fault she can't be bothered to put it away when she's finished with it. It's not my fault she got ears like a bat, either." "It's not your fault that she's vindictive, but she is. She wants me to beat you." "I know. She told me. So what happens now?" "Unfortunately, I think the best thing for you is for us to come to a parting of the ways. I'll pay out the rest of your contract and give you an excellent reference." "But I'd lose my bonus, wouldn't I." (I had promised Maria a decent bonus if she could last until my parents got back and took Isabel away. Leaving early meant no bonus.) "You would," I agreed. "That bonus was conditional on serving the full term." "Oh. In that case I'd rather stay on." "You're kidding." "Not really. I have my board here so I'm able to save most of my wages and with the bonus I'll be far better off. I can put up with Isabel for another month." "I've already told you she's vindictive. She'll be out to make you lose your temper." "I'll smile and simper and not notice. Have you noticed how that irritates her?" I had. I just hadn't been sure if the little vixen was doing it on purpose. It seemed she was. "We're still left with one little problem. Isabel will ask me if I gave you your beating. She won't countenance you staying without one. She'll make my life miserable until I discharge you. So how do you feel about a mild beating?" "Well, really," said Maria, indignant. "Just tell her that you gave me one. You don't actually need to." "First, it's bad practice to lie to Isabel. I think she's a mind reader. Second, she's probably listening at the door, hoping to hear the sound of the beating." "She damned well would be, wouldn't she." I watched as Maria chewed over the problem. "Um, what would the beating entail?" she asked. "Not much," I said, smiling. "I'll just have you bend over the end of the bed and give you a small spanking. Noisy, but relatively painless. You can supply additional sound effects if you wish. If you think it's too much you can always tell me to stop." "Telling you to stop and having you actually stop might be two different things," Maria pointed out. "No need to panic. If you say stop, I'll stop." Taking her agreement for granted (it helps people to make up their mind if you act as though they have already agreed) I took Maria's arm and steered her over to the bed, encouraging her to bend over. "Now, let's see how we go about this," I said softly, lifting her dress up and away from her behind. "These will have to go, for a start." I very deftly lowered her panties, one hand holding her in position as she started to rear upright again. "Hold on," she said with a gasp. "What are you doing?" "Be reasonable," I told her. "I can't be expected to spank you properly with panties on. It's just not done." With that I started rubbing her bottom, stroking down and continuing across her mound, rubbing all the while. "You're supposed to be spanking," came an anguished hiss. "Don't rush me. I'll get around to it. I just want to make sure you're in the proper mood for a spanking. It helps if you've been warmed up a little first." I continued my massaging. "Um, I think I'd rather you just got on with the spanking. I'm warmed up enough, I assure you." "Some people are so impatient," I grumbled. "However, if you insist?" "Yes, I insist. Stop touching me like that." Doing as requested I stopped rubbing, bringing my hand down in a stinging little slap. Some people are just not easily satisfied. "That's not my bottom. You're supposed to be spanking my bottom." "No, I'm not," I denied, happily directing some more spanks against her mound. "I just said I'd give you a small spanking. I didn't specify where. I think you'll find that this will be easier than having your bottom turned red." I was doing my best to not give her time to think. If she managed to collect her thoughts she'd be yelling stop in nothing flat. As it was she was squirming under my touch, breathing hard, the series of quick sharp slaps arousing and exciting her. When I judged that Maria had warmed up nicely I tried a little trick to see if it would push her over the edge. Instead of raining those little blows on her pussy I gave her a couple of hard spanks on her bottom. She squealed, but then I switched back to a firm slap against her mound and she climaxed. I held my hand cupped over mound as she shuddered, a very surprised groan coming from her. I gave her a few moments to settle down. "OK, Maria, I think you're warmed up. We can start the proper beating now." She arced up a bit with that comment. "What? I thought that was the spanking. What do you mean, proper beating?" For answer I stroked my erection back and forth along her slit, rubbing it against her lips. Her nice wet lips. She was no fool. She knew exactly what was being rubbed against her. "You're kidding," she whispered. "Please tell me you're kidding." I didn't say anything. I just positioned myself properly and began to press. Her lips were soft and swollen and slightly parted. As my hard length started pressing firmly against them, they yielded, letting me by. Maria gasped when the head of my cock moved into her, her lips closing around me, holding onto their prize. "I didn't agree to this," she protested, while I pushed further along the slippery slope, feeling it alternately yielding then closing around me to hold me. I was the invader, but I was also the prisoner. I didn't say anything, concentrating upon more immediate things, like making sure I was fully in her before she decided to tell me to stop. She might not have agreed to this, but she hadn't stopped me paddling her pussy, nor had she yet told me to stop what I was doing. With a little slap my groin closed with Maria's, my cock fully inside her. I stayed like that for a few moments, waiting to see what she would do. "You said you'd stop if I said to," she protested. I pulled back and slid quickly back into her. "I did say that," I admitted. "I will also stick to our agreement. I'm just hoping that my doing this will distract you and prevent you saying stop." I demonstrated the 'this' by pulling back and driving in a lot harder. Maria gave a small squeal, but by no stretch of the imagination could it be interpreted as a command to stop, so I kept going. It only took a couple more thrusts and Maria was pushing back to meet me, the slap of our bodies coming together sounding loud in the room. We fell into a natural rhythm, bouncing hard against each other, flesh rubbing against flesh, the friction heating us, a heat out of all proportion to the effort being put in. We kept on going, slowly building up speed. As far as I was concerned, if you have to beat a woman, this was the best way to do it. From the gasps and squeaks coming from Maria, she wasn't complaining. Neither was she calling stop, thank god. My earlier, ah, administrations shall we say, had got her nicely excited. With the swordsmanship I was now exhibiting, Maria was very quickly coming to another climax. Not that I was going to complain. She felt so good, wrapped around me the way she was, I wouldn't have been surprised to find myself climaxing with that initial thrust. (Embarrassed maybe, but not surprised.) As it was, with Maria coming along so nicely, I felt safe in letting rip. I started thrusting in faster, quite happy to give my all for the cause. One last hard thrust and I was climaxing, really giving my all. Maria sort of gave a muffled shriek and I could feel her closing tightly around me, holding me firmly while her climax tore through her, letting all her passions run riot within her. "Right," I said after a while. "I think we can both agree that I've give you a substantial beating and you'll be on your best behaviour from here on in." "My absolute best," agreed Maria. "If I slip up again you might feel compelled to beat me again, and I'm sure the thought of having to subjugate a poor young woman with such unwarranted violence offends your every male instinct." "It does, it does," I agreed. "However, fear of Isabel means that I would overcome my protective instincts in favour of self-survival, so do at least try to behave. It's only for a month." "There again, I can't help but feel that an occasional beating might be worth it, if I get to tell her what I think of her," mused Maria, giving me a smug look. Oh, lord. I have visions of a female war erupting in my household. I knew what the first casualty would be. My peace and quiet.