Note from the author
I've received lots of feedback regarding the lack of character development in the first chapter; the sex depicted was allegedly indiscriminate, without reason and without emotion. Well, that was intentional, and here is why: it is the opinion of this humble writer that in the whole wide world of porn, with all its preferences, fetishes and perversities, not enough attention is given to the specific niche of casual sex. Sex without seduction, without any feelings at all. Sex as an act as common as breathing or eating, where boundaries such as gender, family ties, social status, marital status play no part.
I understand that this series is not for everyone, and I respect that; all I ask is that you respect my fetish and that you let me do my thing in this little town called Heaven. If you truly don't have the stomach for it, feel free to read one of my other stories. Otherwise, have fun!
Who-is-who
: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister, Cindy.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Cindy is engaged to Jason.
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When I got out from under the shower, I headed to my room and put on some fresh clothes; a black bra and matching panties, a red halter top and some skinny jeans. When I got back to the kitchen, Cindy was waiting for me, wearing black mini-boots, a dark grey miniskirt, brown nylons and a white top. She informed me that mom and dad were taking a shower together.
"So, I am meeting Jason later today, but I was hoping we could first spend some time together?"
"I'd like that very much," I replied.
"What, or who, do you wanna do first?" she smiled.
"Let's head into town and take it from there, shall we?" I replied, fighting a smile myself.
We walked over to the bus stop and after Cindy had filled me in on town events and the latest gossip, I started telling her about my bus ride into town, getting both of us horny again. We hopped onto the bus, along with several other people, one of which was a young man - in his late twenties. As we sat down in the front of the bus, facing the back, the young man seemed to be taking a long, hard look around. As I continued telling Cindy in great detail what I had done on my way into town, I kept my eye on him. For some reason, his behavior seemed both suspicious and interesting. After about ten seconds, he walked up to the mid-section of the bus and put down his briefcase, right next to an older lady - probably in her early fifties - who was sitting on a single seat, alone, looking out the window.
After glancing at his watch - probably making sure that curfew was over - he reached out and grabbed one of the hanging straps above the isle, pushing his pelvis visibly closer towards the older woman. As soon as the bus took off, the young man moved his free hand - the one he wasn't using to hold onto - down to his crotch and started fidgeting with it, also drawing the attention of the woman, whose face was barely eight inches away from his crotch. She looked up at him as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his half-hard cock. He slowly rubbed it up and down, getting it big and hard, while he looked out the window. After glancing up at his face and then down at his growing cock a couple of times, the woman turned her head indifferently and simply stared out the window as well. The guy's cock grew and grew and after a minute or so, it had become so big that his hand bumped against the old hag's face with nearly every stroke. As I was having difficulty concentrating on my story, I simply stopped talking.
Unlike everyone else on the bus, the old woman continued to ignore him, even when - after six minutes of furious wanking and regularly bumping his cock or fist against her face - he exploded and started shooting thick, fat strands of cum on her forehead, cheek and nose. Even when he pushed the spurting tip of his cock behind her glasses, the old cum slut simply closed that eye and disregarded him as he creamed that eye shut. At that moment, Cindy cupped my left tit and jiggled it up and down a few times, without taking her eyes off the spectacle. When the young man was out of cum, he pulled back and disrespectfully wiped his tip on her right ear lobe before zipping back up. Next, he picked up his briefcase and sat down two seats behind her. For some reason, I couldn't quite look away and just kept gawking at the woman's face, literally dripping with fresh cock juice.
Suddenly, Cindy gave me a little nudge and whispered, "You're staring!"
I quickly turned my head, found a point of interest outside of the city bus to focus on and tried to wrap my head around what I had just seen. Two stops down the line, the young man got off the bus along with several other passengers. The old cum slut was still on the bus when Cindy and I got off, three stops later, and still hadn't cleaned up any of the spunk on her face.
"Jeez," I said as we crossed the street, "That was fucking hot."
"My my, aren't we sensitive?" Cindy smiled as she gently tweaked my right nipple.
I gave her a shove, as we both laughed, and said, "Go get me a bagel, will ya?"
Cindy glanced at the bakery right in front of us and said, "Are you hungry again? We just had breakfast half an hour ago."
"You mean you had breakfast, I just had a cup of coffee and dad's cock," I replied.
"Fine then. What kind of bagel would you like?"
"Surprise me, and an apple juice."
"OK, save me a seat will ya," she said as she saw me heading towards one of the benches at the edge of the small town plaza.
Almost immediately after sitting down, I was treated to a spectacle, inconceivable in the outside world, but business as usual in Heaven. A plump meter maid walked by. She had her complete uniform on, down to the dark blue cap, her golden hair flowing down from under it, but her tits were exposed. She had simply hung them over her shirt and jacket. They were big, pudgy and jiggled with every step she took. About twenty meters away from me, she started writing a ticket for a parked car whose meter had run out. Seconds later, a guy - probably the owner of the car - came running up to her and started shouting, trying to justify why he hadn't used the parking meter. As she turned towards him and explained why she couldn't have cared less about his excuse, two guys in their early twenties passed by and briefly surveyed the scene, focusing mainly on the meter maid's exposed tits. Without asking permission, they walked up to her and each started manhandling one of her plump tits.
Except for briefly glancing at both of them, she didn't react and just kept arguing with the parking offender. To be honest, this was probably why she had hung them out in the first place. As she put the ticket behind the guy's windshield wipers, he seemed to finally realize that there was no getting out of it and conceded, giving her the finger and walking back into the store he had run out of. With nothing left to do, but put away her ticket book, she turned her head left to right, looking at the youngsters weighing, jiggling and slapping her tits around. After ten seconds or so, she put her right hand down her pants and started diddling her clit, patiently waiting for the guys to lose interest and take off. Afterwards, she simply resumed her rounds, her tits still out in the open.
After having watched the playful meter maid and the cum slut on the bus, I realized what I needed most. What every fiber of my being craved and longed for. It wasn't sex, it wasn't cock and it sure wasn't cum. I had gotten enough of all of that - even in the outside world. No, what my body and mind yearned for, right now, was humiliation!
I got up, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. It took quite some effort to force my skinny jeans over my shoes, but simply taking off my shoes would have been way too easy and not nearly slutty enough for what I had in mind. Then, I took off my panties and pulled them over my shoes as well. Throwing my pants and panties on the concrete in front of the bench, I sat back down, spreading my legs as wide as I could. For a second, I considered taking off my top and bra as well, but I wasn't after people looking at my tits. I wanted them to look at my cunt. I wanted them to stare at my most private place, gawk at it, lust after it and if they wanted to, even pat it. And so I pulled my legs up, putting my feet next to my ass on the bench and my hands on my knees.
As the first people passing by started noticing me and some of them stopped to stare down between my legs, I felt myself getting wet. Some of them smiled as they passed by, others clearly disapproved but most just glanced at me with an indifferent look on their faces. It was nothing out of the ordinary, at least not for a town like Heaven. Most of them had places to be, things to do and even if hadn't, they weren't interested in a randomly exposed cunt. Although I really, really wanted to, I kept myself from jamming one or more fingers up my twat, as I realized that would only obscure it from view.
A few minutes later, Cindy walked out of the bakery and grinned widely as she saw me sitting there.
"You fucking slut," she laughed as she approached the bench, "I leave you alone for five minutes and this is how I find you, with your fuck tunnel lewdly on display for everyone to see?"
She sat down beside me, put my bagel and fruit juice down beside me and blatantly stared at my cunt, just like everyone else. Suddenly the two youngsters from before, who had groped and slapped the meter maid's tits around for fun, came walking by again. While one of them only had eyes for his smartphone, the other one quickly noticed me and elbowed his friend as he himself stopped and just gawked at me. It took the second guy a few moments to look up and notice me too, but once he did, he forgot all about his cell phone and took a few steps back towards his buddy.
Cindy glanced at them as they were both standing several meters in front of me, blatantly staring down between my lewdly spread legs and murmured between her teeth, "Danger, Will Robinson, danger!"
Normally a comment like that would have cracked me up, but I was too fucking horny and just eyed both guys up and down alternately, essentially inviting them over.
"See, and you wanted to waste your load on that fat meter maid?" one of them said as he unzipped his jeans and whipped out his hard cock. He began to stroke it as he sauntered in my direction.
