Gen awoke the next morning, still partially dressed and feeling sweaty and altogether unclean. She'd fallen unconscious practically in the same position – blouse and bra undone, skirt up over her waist leaving her bare pussy exposed to the rubber cock that she'd filled herself with so thoroughly the night before.
With a chuckle to herself she remembered this, and realised she felt sore down there. Moving her hand down to her cunt she caressed it slowly, carefully, parting her lips to try and feel where the pain was coming from. Actually, it wasn't really pain – she thought, as her mind adjusted and began slowly to wake up. It was more like an itchiness, coming from deep inside her. Something she couldn't really put her finger on, but she knew if she got up and started walking it would drive her crazy for the rest of the day.
So she just lay there on her back, legs wide apart with her knees bent, idly rubbing her fingers up and down her partially shaven slit. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 5:30am - she didn't need to be up for work for another two hours.
Bugger, she thought. No point in going back to sleep now, I'll just wake up feeling worse. As she thought about what to do, the tips of her fingers were absentmindedly playing with her clitoris, and she realised that her pussy was starting to get wet again. This made the itchiness start to become more and more unbearable. Her thoughts started to turn uncontrollably dirtier.
She thought about the last time she and Brian slept together. Actually, they didn't have sex the last time they slept together, she realised. The last time they had sex was one year, two months ago in the stationary room at work. They were almost alone in the office, everyone had gone to lunch, there were still some people about but Brian had come into her office anyway and all but grabbed her with both hands to pull her into the stationary room and locked the door. We were in love then – absolutely mad for each other , she thought. I would have done anything for him. Anything at all.
That time though, it was clearly a quickie. He'd mauled at her tits, almost ripping her blouse and bra off in the process, whilst whispering in her ear what a beautiful sexy woman she was and asking her how much she wanted his cock. Gen felt her breasts, tugging at her nipples as she replayed it in her mind – trying to do it the way he used to . It wasn't the same. Nothing had turned her on more than the way Brian announced to her in his own way that he wanted to fuck. He only had to ask her if she wanted his cock rammed deep inside her sexy cunt, and her answer would always be "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
This time was no different. As he said the words and got his hand up her skirt to finger her, she was frantically unbuckling his fly and trying to get his beautiful cock out. Then, as now, Gen needed it inside her. As quickly as possible.
Thinking about this, and the excited expectation she felt as she turned around and let him pull her g-string down over her arse, feeling the cool-ish air on her swollen cunt lips as she waited for him to slam his cock up her, her hands were moving more feverishly over her now soaking pussy. She shoved one, then two, then three fingers inside her – causing her to arch her back off the bed and cry out. "Fuck me Brian! Fuck me like you know I want to be fucked!".
Brian's fucking was always intense. Hard. He was never a gentle lover, but she liked it that way. They would often have raging arguments over ridiculous things and then fall on each other like wild animals afterwards. She'd kept the first blouse he'd ever ripped open, the first pair of panties that had been torn, as a memento of each time when he'd been so consumed by lust for her than he just wanted to get to her "goodies" (as he called them) as quickly as possible. She loved that. Loved to be so wanted, to have someone else so consumed by lust for her that they almost, but not quite, rape her.
Her itch was completely unbearable now, and she realised, as in the night before, that her fingers weren't doing the job properly... and she reached down to get her pacifier. It seemed crusty from the previous night's intense self-fucking as she hadn't washed it, but Gen was beyond all caring at that point. She positioned it at the entrance to her pussy and started to haul it inside, fucking herself hard with her hips bouncing off the bed.
She couldn't believe how horny she felt – sex was always important to her, but for her at least, it was always accompanied by emotion of some sort. An attachment. Even when Brian was roughest with her, like the time when he came home from work with that certain look in his eye, grabbed her throat and pulled her over his knee and damn well spanked her within an inch of her life... even as she sobbed and whimpered, she loved him. Hated him, but loved him. Wanted to suck his cock afterwards. Wanted him to fuck her bent over the sofa. On the stairs. In bed. Cunt or arse, it didn't matter – she wanted it. Wanted him.
Or maybe not? Maybe I am just this horny, she thought, as the rubber cock slid easily in and out of her hungry wet cunt. Moving it in and out with one hand, she lifted her bum off the bed and moved the other hand so she could finger her arsehole at the same time. Maybe I just need this?
"So horny, so fucking horny..." she whimpered, writhing around as she fucked both her holes as deep and as hard as she could. She could feel her orgasm approaching, and her cries became more desperate. At that moment, the couple from the bus the previous night suddenly shot into her head, how eagerly she had sucked his cock, what her pussy smelled like, how clearly desperate they were for each other. Right at that moment, she would have given anything to have seen them fuck. Even better would have been to have joined in, to know what it was like to have such a young & virile prick inside her. He would fuck her, while the other girl watched and fingered herself, then they would swap and she would help – pushing his arse towards her as he thrust inside her heavily, telling him to fuck her. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Unnngghhh!!", she cried as she came hard with the rubber cock pushed as far up her cunt as it would go, and her finger wedged inside her arse.
She lay there for a moment, shaking. Beads of sweat were pouring over her, and as she cooled it made her feel clammier than ever. Need a shower, Gen thought... and pulled the dildo out of her pussy, got up, and staggered through to the bathroom.
As she showered, she realised that that was the first time she'd thought about Brian in a long time. Certainly the first time since the break-up that she'd wanked with thoughts of his dick buried inside her. If only he wasn't such a dick, she thought, and laughed at herself as the warm water washed over her naked body. She soaped her ample tits, rubbing them all over, then took the showerhead off the wall and started washing her cunt carefully. I really am sore now, Gen thought. But at least the itchiness has gone... for now anyway.
Once she'd dried herself, she remembered what the bus driver had said to her the previous night. Gen was short of cash on the whole, and the idea of a free pass appealed to her. So she sat downstairs on the sofa in her dressing gown and called the bus company's head office.
"Good morning, Transport First, how can I help you?" a woman's voice answered.
"Oh hello, yes... I was asked to call you by the driver last night." Gen started. "I was on the number 18, and I... err... ". She felt herself getting flustered. How can I say this? She thought. Gen cleared her throat, making an unnecessary show of it in-between apologising down the phone, just to buy herself some time on what to say.
"I'm sorry" she said.
"It's okay", came the woman's soft re-assuring voice on the other end of the phone. "You were on the number 18 last night?"
"Yes. There was a young couple there last night getting rather... frisky, shall we say..."
"Oh yes?" the woman's voice piped up, her interest obviously piqued. "What happened?"
So Gen recounted the story, as best she could. She tried to be businesslike and disapproving in her tone, leaving out the explicit details as best she could. The woman kept pressing her for them, but Gen resisted, feeling uncomfortable telling a complete stranger over the phone. There was obviously a certain amount of detail that needed explanation of some sort however, and Gen tried to be as circumspect as possible. When she'd finished, there was a pregnant pause at the other end of the phone... she could hear rustling of papers, or something. Just when she was starting to wonder if the woman had even been listening to her, the woman spoke.
"Okay ma'am. I think I've got all that. What's your name?"
Gen laughed, a girlish laugh. "Sorry. My name's Genevieve Lebowski. Want me to spell it?".
"It's a nice name, Genevieve".
"Gen for short. Most people call me Gen."
"I'm Carol", the woman whispered. "Gen...", she continued softly.
"Yes?". Another pause.
"I'm alone here in the office. Nobody else usually gets here until nine. I'm sat here playing with myself to your story."
"Oh." Gen didn't really know what to say.
"Tell me about his cock" whispered Carol hoarsely. "You said the girl was sucking it?"
This was taking on a different turn, Gen thought. I can't go through with this. But as she lay stretched out on the sofa, she could feel her breasts starting to tingle once more in spite of herself.
"I'm going to be late for work." Gen answered defiantly.
"I understand. Please don't hang up yet. I like listening to you. And you haven't finished your story."
