Chrissy’s PIssy

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I was rather late for class and completely lost when an older girl, amazonian, quite a bit taller than me appeared in the hallway. She said nothing only stared at me frightening me terribly. I continued to scurry down the hallway but I could feel her eyes following me the length of my run as I tried to push the walking envelope as far as I could so as not to give myself away. I have always been intimidated by older girls….

Once the bell rang I ran/walked just as fast to get back into the hallway and look for her again. Sadly she had vanished leaving me frustrated and wanting. Looking back I’m sure she watched me search the halls for her from some hidden perch, assured of her effect. I went to dinner by myself and managed to stand out as ackward while remaining completely alone in my eating. I felt that there was a powerful spotlight pointing me out from an unflattering angle. Feeling dejected I returned to my room alone.

The room was cold and dark and without turning on the light I slouched onto the bed and lay face down for several minutes.

Suddenly I was aware of the presence of someone else in the room expecting it to be my roommate I didn’t turn over but braced for the light to be switched on, clutching the pillow to my face.

"There’s no use trying to hide" came an unfamiliar voice from the foot of my bed. I jerked and looked behind me. I could see the silouhette of her framed by the light from the door. she crawled up the length of me and grabbed both of my small hands in one of hers. I shook and squirmed, delighted at the same time petrified. Would she give me what I wanted or a beating I wouldn’t soon forget? As she began to use her free hand to explore my body my fear gave way to ravishing arousal.

"I…"

"Shut your little slut bitch mouth. I’ll do the talking and you are going to do what I say and if I’m quite happy with your service I will reward you as I see fit."

At this she pulled me to my feet and ripped my clothing at the back until it fell in tangles around me. Then from a bag she had brought and dropped by the door she produced a corsette set with bone. She showed it too me, dropped it to the bed and then got out a blinfold which she wrapped tightly about my face so that not a shred of light came through. Then she brought the corsette around me and began to to jerk it tight about my ribs thus shoving my breast up higher, making my nipples sore and tender. When she had tightened the last of the straps she turned me around and sat me on the bed, my pussy juice seeping out onto my bed sheets and pulled on heel boots so that made me an extra couple of inches taller.

Pulling me to my feet and turning me around in one motion she bent me over the bed and began to pry at my wet pussy and clamped asshole with her big well manicured fingers. I let out a whimper and her hand came crashing down on my bare ass cheek burning like a hotplate. I shut my mouth as tight as i could as she slid several fingers into my pussy and began massaging my G-spot, then in one single smooth motion she shoved her thumb into my asshole. I bit my tongue, hard.

"I know you like to have your ass fucked you wretched little slut" she spoke lowly into my ear. I said nothing only pushed my ass up towards her. "You asked for it" she said. One of her hands came away from my ass and a few moments later I began to feel something cold and disturbingly large rested against the small of my back. The hand that had been in my pussy worked it’s self free and she rubbed off my pussy juice onto my tight asshole and in it slowly and steadily.

The next sensation I felt will stay burned into my mind until the day I die. Shifting her weight so that she was now completely on top of me she began to slide the massive 8 incher up my hole until I reached down to stroke my own clit. She grabbed my hand before I could get a hold of the button. As she did she thrust into me forcefully.

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear. First I get mine then you get yours," she said riding me in a rocking horse motion she began to shudder a bit in between strokes and I could tell that she must have the other end of this dong in her pussy. She picked up her pace grinding down hard on top of me forcing my face into the pillow. I could barely breath and this only increased the dizziness brought on by the sensory overload in my inexperienced asshole. She now rode me at gallop my ass burning and sending shivers of delightful painful bliss up my spine and down my trembling legs. I felt her begin to slow and she started pressing harder but moving slower until finally she plunged in and let out a loud cry. She stroked a few more times in and out and then pulled out quite suddenly and flipped me over like a flapjack. I landed in the midst of her big hands and arms, she pushed herself down between my legs and began to lap at my dripping asshole and up onto my pussy then she began to make ohs around my clit and after no more than ten strokes I came. She slithered up the length of me and lifted the blindfold and kissed me long and deep with her forceful tongue.

"here endeth the lesson she said" vanishing back into the hallway just as she had first appeared earlier in the day.

The next day and every day after I looked for her in the hallway, but I never saw her again. She would revisit me on an almost nightly basis though, in my dreams…..

it makes the P look swollen

like how my eyes are swollen shut from being seen and

of falling every other summer

singled out and slowly giving way to gravity

in a million places

overwhelms me

ears ringing from not ringing slightly

amazed when great forces haven’t caused an explosion

and choose spaces over fighting for spaces

shells full of the ocean

and those that only cry out where it once was

as it slides around holding the place of tomorrow’s valley

a soup of leaves of paper sinking and spreading their every word into tiny

ungrateful

specks of sand

Nothing in this world’s been right ever since you’re in it
I’m sure you were a Reaganite even as an infant
I seem to recall harmony until I was almost three
then fatefully
The world has gone insane all hairstyles have gone inane
A wheel barrow full of Reals might buy a loaf of bread
Your craddle rocked by shadow bombs

Lenon fallen dead
You wonder how it strated
Well wonder why instead
You’re parents stayed
When it was only sane to have turned their heels and fled

There used to be more snow not too many years ago
and never quite as cold or grey as it is today
It all began with you and  the winter of your birth
With your Atomic Rain and non transparent wealth
Johnny’s in the woods and he’s been singing  your song
"Thought I’d just stop by, see how you get along"
He waves his fishing rod to show you how it’s made
And then with a warrant for your roomscomes the cavalcade
It seems these days the sun never rises
and neither does it set
and the moon flew out of orbit
and we few are all that’s left
and I’m strating to believe that you others maybe ghosts
Shadows thrown on paint from cracks in a little window
at the top of the projector booth in that old Vaudeville Theater
Where the only thing they ever play is that one and only feature
With the lady who sees through the eyes of something other
And now she’s looking clear through you
and it’s saying something truthful
like what a figment, what a motive,
what a concept of destruction to rain down disaster
I’m sure we’ll laugh about it after
so take a look in the mirror in these coming days
and when you look be watchful for a flicker or phase
we’ll sort all this out i’m sure in board and glaring daylight
It will be all too clear with the air bare and the sightlines
who echos like a telephone?
who flinches like a lamp?
life has gone to chaos and guess who’s got the map

The other day I was walking down Rosemount and it occured to me that suddenly someone had turned the lights on and I was seeing all the tiny detail in peoples lawns and front doors and sidewalks that had been cast in shadow for months. Similarly, as I progressed along the road, peoples faces were lit up (although not necessarily as glorious as people tend not to wear green in the face to well, were as lawns…) and thus paranoia set in. Do you ever get the feeling you’re reading minds like headlines? cause I do when the big bright lights go on and we all scurry ants from under a rock or maybe not ants cause now that I think of it a rock would probably crush them, they can lift several times there own weight but the kind of rock I’m thinking of would definately crush ants, it would be genocide.  Maybe it’s worms yeah, these worms with their little worm minds going all clickity clack… I think I’ll just cut you off cause no ones gone do a thing about it and besides there are very few rules that govern foot traffic, so there eat my sneaker tread…. Gee I hope my cell phone rings right now cause I have it on the loudest setting and I’m sitting really really close to you and you look like you need to be pissed off….. I’m pretending not to see you, I don’t see you ha you can stare at me and look like an idiot cause I don’t see you….
That’s right. Don’t come within fifty yards I know you’re dirty little secrets. Mother Theresa whispers all your sins into my left ear and into my right ear pour your truthes let me tell you there’s a long hallow silence over my right shoulder where Celine’s supposed to be imparting truthes like a river of righteousness. I’m afraid Celine’s out of service, gone fishing, awash with nothing. All left ear. I’ve got your number you bad bad humans. Nothing to do but gorge on chessy poofs and go down to the naked beach, one of the most secluded spots in this town and wait for the great flood to take me away. I get religion so much when the lights come on. Dirty dirty children born in filth. Full of lies. Pass the salt.

Spring is here and I feel like a tender exposed turd in the pelting winter chilled rain that keeps falling like winter itself wasn’t bad enough. Spring is here and there are about a milion things I’m not doing and I keep waiting to snap out of it and notice that the weather is improving and come alive like the grey bees and brown flowers. Spring is here and the heats gone off and I’m finding myself packing on more clothing and ranting at impervious friends in a mumbled semi-speak that comes across as nightmared blather of a half concious and guilt rinden sleepwalker. Then I might notice the strain on there faces as they attempt to understand over the constant droning of there own minds. But I can;t hear over mine, telling me a million and one reasons to hate myself in this poor excuse for better weather, already fretting over my summer body and as of yet unable too expose flesh, somehow now the race is on, hurry up and expose yourself to unfeeling uncaring eyes that seem to face out but really point inward and stumble around blindly and in fear of being seen. Eyes like eagles to personal imperfections and deep cavernous personality flaws.
Spring is the perfect weather for jackets the most stylish accessory, so good to hide in, stylishly, not like your hiding in a sleeping bag somewhere in afganistan but hiding that first few inches around the body where the outside world begins and takes over and eventually obscures us. Hiding behind a designers carefully laid out plans to sign off on you, you who paid in advance the latest deformed poster girl walking the streets glistening in style from the earlobes to the beltline, surrounded in style, cloaked, cowaring protected. The sun, another great ally in the search for invisibility is yet to show itself and shine. It’s stuck in the dressing room trying to get over this years greys and purples and how they hug the insecurities so.
I say fuck spring, fuck spring for making me want to fuck and having me look like something that’s dead and thawing, fuck spring for promising me an end to the miserable cold and not delivering, fuck spring for forcing in the brash and unforgiving light and bringing nothing in the way of blinding sun.

ta da…
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