This story contains a pre-cursor to some good group sex, masturbation, fantasies about annoying pop singers, and an obnoxious female narrator. The key word is "fantasy", it's not real, just a nice idea. Don't read it if it's illegal where you live or your too young or you've got other things you should be doing and you won't get yelled at by your girlfriend for writing this story instead of doing the housework, like I did.
"Whoa, hey! Come back to reality there Chloe!"
"But I like it much better here!"
With great reluctance, I listened to my own consciousness and pulled myself away from the extremely panty wetting memories of that night in the graveyard with Corinna. Hmm. Panty wetting indeed. I was soaked. Shit! It was coming through my jeans too!
I rushed across the bitumen to the toilets at the other end of the carpark. Thank god it was only 10am on a sunday morning. I could really do without people seeing me looking as if I'd pissed my pants. "Mummy look, that girl wet herself!" "No dear, that's girl cum, take a good look because no boy will probably ever get you to do that".
The Toilets heralded my salvation. As much as a dirty, stinky beachside carpark public toilet can. Fucking hell. I don't think this fucking thing had been cleaned since the 60s. Harold Holt didn't get eaten by a shark, he probably died of a heartattack whacking it to the gay graffiti in the mens here. I doubt any cleaners have been in since before then, and it smells like someone fucking died in there...So anyway I headed for the girls, with the freshly painted door. The freshly painted locked door. The freshly painted padlocked door with the sign saying "closed for painting". Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!. Now what the fuck was I supposed to do? Fucking hell, they don't clean the things for forty fucking years but they decide at 10am on a sunday morning in the middle of the busiest holiday time of the year to paint the fucking girls toilets and change rooms, right when I've just managed to do a load in my pants?! FUCK!
There was only one thing for it. I HAD to take care of this shit, no way was I going back home like this. I took a quick glance around, held my nose metaphorically, and ducked through the doorway and into the mens...
EWWW Shit! Literally...a great big smear of it down one wall. This place was disgusting. The urinal wall was absolutely streaked with rust. You could get tetanus just from the fucking splashback when you took a piss with that thing. The walls were smeared with all sorts of green moldy stuff, as well as the occasional streak of very brown, stinky shit. The floor no doubt had more on it, but it was in amongst generations of encrusted piss and sand from the beach. This wasn't just a toilet, it was also a change room, there was even a shower in the far corner, about eight foot by eight foot wide, with shower heads along the opposing walls. The similarity to a minituarised gas chamber was pretty disturbing. There were puddles of scummy water all over the floor. I hoped to hell it was from people wringing out their wet suits and bathers and shit.
Oh well. Get the fuck on with it Chloe. Lifting my jeans and tip-toeing along, I managed to get myself into one of the cubicles fairly safely. I closed and locked the door. I REALLY didn't need anyone finding me here like this. I took my jeans and panties off and folded them up neatly, stowing them on the shelf that held the toilet paper, after lining the shelf itself with toilet paper. I mean honestly, this place was fucking minging, and those jeans would've cost me $180 if I hadn't shop lifted them.
Sitting down on the plastic toilet seat...after I first lined it with toilet paper...I took off my black panties and inspected them. They were soaked. I mean like dripping down my hands, big thick white gobs of my cream on them. Only one thing for it then. They went into my mouth and I started to suck the juice from the fabric. Fucking delicious. The only thing better would be someone ELSE's pussy for once. My feet went up and braced against the door, as my hands went to my cunt to do the serious work.
What, you didn't think I snuck in here just to clean myself up? Fuck off. I'll think about that after at least two orgasms...Mmmmm, my hands went to work. This was great. My cunt was sopping and crying out for some attention from mummy. I was half sitting/half lying with my feet braced against the door, my undies in my mouth, with a soaking wet pussy about to be fingered to all hell, in a stinky, dirty male public toilet, with gay graffiti all over the walls. Hmm, that was a nice addition. The writing became more and more apparent as my eyes adjusted to the gloom. "16 y/o wants older cocks in my ass...". "married couple to share bi man, 7" uncut...". "master w/8" and thick seeks submissive teenage arses to fuck..." and my personal favourite, an arrow drawn to an apparently innocuous patch of cubicle wall, with the caption: "plz cum your loads here so I can lick it up".
I found that one cute for some reason.
My hands were working away as I did this. If you're a compulsive masturbator like me (hell, I have to be, seeing as there's no fucking women in my life at the moment...sorry, sorry, I'm turning bitter, I know), I really recommend getting you clit pierced. Ooh! It does the job for you sooo much easier. It's the labor saving device no modern housewife can do without. My god, it felt so fucking good. My cunt was swelling, turning bright red, this orgasm was going to be incredible, I didn't even need to drag out my latest wanking fantasy. Just the thought of what I was doing, instead of what I should be doing - having breakfast with my family - and WHERE I was doing what I SHOULDN'T be doing, um, so to speak...was setting me right on the edge, just one more push and I'd be over...
And then I got it, looking at the graffiti. Looking at the spot where that cum hungry pensman's arrow pointed, my eyes sufficiently recovered from the glare outside, spotted a fresh load of milky white cum, oozing down the wall. It had only just started to harden and go sticky. It could only be about 20 minutes old!
OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!
(and now we'll divert for the next two minutes. Just imagine me screaming and swearing black and blue, my legs kicking the door and my hands thumping the walls. Or if you really want to feel it, watch heaps of porn, wank heaps, but don't cum, for 12 hours, then finally let yourself go. That's what it was like. Okay, back to the story...no, wait, shit, look at me, I'm still going...I really needed that wank! Fuck, well, I'm sure you're dying to know, so I'll describe my latest masturbation fantasy: it involves some chain, a length of rope, a sturdy metal tipped whip, and obscenely large arse-bleeder of a strap on dildo, some hot wax, and holly valance. Basically, mistress Chloe makes slut Holly pay for inflicting her shitty acting and music on the rest of the world, especially for the time when her Mistress couldn't get "kiss kiss" out of her fucking head for a week. I start...oh wait, I'm finished, we're back on...)
Somehow, I slumped even lower. I didn't think it was possible for me to get this horizontal while sitting down, until I remembered the "cable TV simpsons marathon, large bong, and well stocked snack cupboard" incident last year. My panties, now devoid of flavor, dropped from my mouth, and fell somewhere. I didn't care where at that point. I searched the pockets of my jeans. How the fuck come you can never make sense of which pocket is which until you're wearing them? Cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, they must be in here somewhere...ah, gotcha! lighter too. That must be the first time in the history of womynkind that both of those were in the same place. Anyway, I lit one up, slouched down a little more, and enjoyed the pink fog crowding my brain and warming me all the way to my toes.
Oh, kids, remember, it's bad to smoke. But it makes you look fucking cool.
This is the time when I love being a girl, because I can do shit like that to myself so fucking easy. I mean yeah, I get gooey. But it's like once in a million times that it soaks through my pants. Guys don't have that luxury. Besides girls learn to live with being wet because there's usually a little dribble most of the time. What point am I trying to make? Well, I can wank off to orgasm in my pants pretty much anytime and place I like. And if you're a guy, you can't do that. So ner.
Man I was relaxed. So relaxed I needed to piss. Oh well, only one thing for it. I spread my legs, took my best aim for that big blob of jizz, and set my phaser to full charge. Fire! On target captain! The sperm monsters' ship has sustained major damage and it's shields are failing! My clear liquid stream (trust me, if you're a health nut as far as food goes and also fashionably vegan, and I am both, your piss is rarely if ever yellow) made the coolest drumming sound on the wooden door, raising a fine mist in splash-back. The mix of sperm and cum looked tantalizing. If I was a complete fucking idiot I'd lick it up. As it is, I don't want Hep C so I'll leave well enough alone.
My hands were making their way back down to my pussy, as I chain smoked my second cigarette. I was getting Holly ready in my mind when I heard the door to the toilet block slam open, and muffled giggles. What the fuck? One of them sounded female too? Banishing all thoughts of Holly from my mind and stubbing my ciggy out on the wall, I jumped up onto the seat, then slowly raised myself over the cubicle wall to see what the hell was up.
I saw four kids. A girl who can't've been more than sixteen, and three boys. The youngest looked about 15, and was pretty pudgy. There was another guy about the girls age, dark skinned, and a blonde guy who was like 18 or 19, and immediately pissed me off just looking at him. He just looked like such a fucking surfer jock. The girl herself was cute as, in a really slutty way. Her clothes were far too tight, her shorts were far to short. She had blonde hair in pig tails. She was a walking wet dream and from the way she carried herself, the way she lead these guys into the shower stall, and the way she let them start feeling her big tits, she obviously knew it. This was going to be very interesting...
Part three coming soon, I promise. Comments and suggestions to: slutkristy@yahoo.com Thanks heaps to the kids at nifty for putting up with my crapness.