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Cerita Cikgu Amira Yang Kuat Seks – Bhg.1

Aku ingin melucutkan panties Cikgu Mira yang berwarna merah yang sedang melindungi kawasan segitiga emas yang masih suci itu. Dari luar, aku dapat lihat kesan basah dan melekit pada hujung alur lurah yang subur itu. Pahanya aku usap sambil lidahku menjilat pusatnya. Terliuk-lentok badan Cikgu Mira diperlakukan begitu. Kedua-dua tanganku memegang pantiesnya dan melurutkannya ke bawah, aku angkat sedikit punggung Cikgu Mira untuk memudahkan aku melucutkan pantiesnya.

Benteng terakhir Cikgu Mira sudah kuhapuskan. Aku tidak melepaskan peluang melihat sekujur tubuh insane ego bernama wanita yang lemah tanpa seurat benangpun, yang sangat diingini oleh insan bergelar lelaki. Malahan boleh diperlakukan sesuka hati sahaja sahaja. Kelihatan di cipapnya berair dilindungi bebulu nipis yang berjaga rapi. Keadaan alur yang memanjang ke bawah amat mengaasyikkan mata memandang. Aku sentuh bahagian cipapny, terangkat punggungnya menahan keenakan. Aku sentuh lagi dan aku menguak bibir cipapnya sambil mengesel-gesel jari-jariku melewati lurah itu, suara mengerang Cikgu Mira mengiringi liuk-lentok tubuhnya. Kelentitnya aku mainkan, aku gentelkan bahagian kelentit itu sambil jari ku yang lain mengosok-gosok bahagian dalam alur rekahan cipapnya.

“Emmhhpphh.. Aahh!!” kali ini Cikgu Mira mendesah dengan agak kuat dengan badan terangkat kekejangan.

Terasa basah jariku. Aku dapat rasakan Cikgu Mira telah pun klimaks kerana aku pernah mendengar dari temanku, perempuan klimaks bila badannya bergetar-getar kekejangan dan muka mereka menjadi kemerahan. Lagi pun tanganku telah pun basah berair akibat cecair yang keluar dari cipap cikgu matematikku. Aku mengelap cipap cikguku dengan sapu tanganku sehingga kering. Aku terus mencium bibir cipap Cikgu Mira dengan lembut. Aku rasa seperti mencium mulut Cikgu Mira, cuma aroma cipapnya sahaja yang memberikan kelainan daripada mencium mulutnya.

Terangkat punggungnya menahan kenikmatan itu. Cipapnya aku jilat, aku tusukkan lidahku ke dalam lubangnya. Dia mendesah keenakan sambil menggeliat manja. Biji kelentitnya aku jilat, hisap dan aku kulum semahu-mahunya. Cipapnya basah kembali sambil aku terus menggentel teteknya. Dengan tiba-tiba Cikgu Mira menyembamkan cipapnya ke mukaku sambil mengerang, serentak dengan itu habis mulutku basah dengan simbahan air dari cipapnya. Aku sebenarnya tidak sempat mengelak kerana dia tiba-tiba sahaja menyembamkan cipapnya ke mukaku.

Aku terus menghisap air yang keluar dari cipap Cikgu Mira. Rasanya payau masin. Aku terus membenamkan muka di situ dan terus menjilat lurah yang basah berair. Cikgu Mira hanya merintih manja sambil meliukkan tubuhnya. Aku meneruskan hisapanku dan aku mengulum-ngulum kelentitnya sambil memainkan lubang nya dengan jari. Sekali lagi dia terkejang kepuasan, dan airnya menerjah masuk ke dalam mulutku. Dengan air maninya yang masih mengalir di dalam mulutku, aku mencium mulut Cikgu Mira. Cikgu Mira menghisap lidahku dan air maninya sendiri di dalam mulutku. Bahagian cipapnya aku lehat sudah begitu merah dan rekahan bibir pantatnya sedikit terbuka kesan di belasah mulutku tadi.

“Cikgu.. Sedap tak?” Aku bertanya.
“Emm. Sedap Zam cikgu tak tahan Zamm emmphh..” balasnya.
“Cikgu tau tak, cikgu dah minum air cikgu sendiri tadi.”
“Cikgu tau, dah biasa dah” balas nya.

Rupa-rupanya Cikgu Mira selalu melancap dan menjilat jarinya sendiri.

“Ermm. Cikgu. Boleh tak. Kalau saya nak tu?” Tanyaku.
“Emm. Ok. Tapi Zam kena slow-slow sebab cikgu masih dara”, katanya.

Terkejut aku kerana Cikgu Mira rupanya masih dara lagi. Patutlah lubang nya masih begitu sempit semasa aku menjolok dengan jari tadi. Aku rasa amat gembira kerana aku akan menjadi orang pertama yang merasmikan pantat cikguku yang masih dara yang diingini oleh ramai insan bernama lelaki.

“Wow.. Cikgu. Saya sayang cikgu selama-lamanya.!!” kataku.

Aku mencium dahinya sebagai tanda sayang. Cikgu Mira hanya tersenyum. Aku pun menanggalkan seluar dalamku dan batangku terus tercanak. Cikgu Mira terkejut kerana ini kali pertama dia melihat batang lelaki secara life. Aku mengesel-gesel kepala batangku di mulutnya, dan Cikgu Mira memberikan ciuman yang mengghairah kan kepada kepala batangku. Mahu jer aku terpancut kerana dicium oleh Cikgu Mira tetapi aku berjaya mengawalnya.

Aku menghempap tubuhku ke atasnya dengan perlahan sambil mencium wajahnya. Aku gesel-geselkan batangku dengan cipapnya. Aku mengesel ke kiri dan ke kanan batangku di alur rekahan itu untuk mendapatkan bahan pelicin semula jadi. Cikgu Mira menggeliat menahan nikmat. Setelah mendapat kedudukan selesa, aku membetulkan kedudukanku dan meletakkan kemaluanku di hujung rekahan cipapnya. Cikgu Mira membuka kangkangnya sedikit untuk menyenangkan aku memasukkan batangku. Aku pun terus melabuhkan kepala batangku ke dalam cipapnya.

Cipap Cikgu Mira begitu ketat sekali. Buat permulaan aku hanya berjaya memasukkan kepala batang sahaja. Aku mengeluarkan kembali senjataku dan cuba memasukkannya semula. Aku berjaya memasukkan batangku ke dalam cipapnya dan aku juga telah berjaya menembusi selaput daranya. Cikgu Mira kesakitan tetapi tidak lama. Aku tahu aku berjaya memecahkan daranya setelah aku lihat ada kesan darah keluar melalui lubangnya dan mengalir ke lantai semasa aku mencabut batangku dari cipapnya.

“Arrghh.. Mm..” Aku tusuk batangku sehingga masuk sepenuhnya ke dalam cipap Cikgu Mira.

Aku mula mendayung kelur masuk dengan perlahan-lahan. Aku sorong tarik batangku diiringi suara mengerang oleh Cikgu Mira sambil aku melihat panorama di bawah, sungguh indah apabila melihat daging cipap Cikgu Mira keluar masuk mengikut ayunan batangku. Bunyi terjahan batangku ke dalam cipap Cikgu Mira cukup menawan. Punggung Cikgu Mira bergerak-gerak atas dan bawah mengikuti rentak dayungan. Sesekali dia menggoyangkan punggungnya kiri dan kanan untuk membantu dayunganku, terasa batangku menggesel-gesel dinding kiri dan kanan cipapnya.

Aku lajukan dayungan dengan suara yang agak kuat, dan Cikgu Mira mengerang dan menjerit begitu kuat. Aku tusukkan batangku sedalam-dalamnya ke dalam cipap Cikgu Mira dengan tidak semena-mena batang aku tidak dapat dikeluarkan kerana Cikgu Mira telah klimaks. Aku bernasib baik kerana masih belum memancutkan maniku didalam pantatnya. Setelah beberapa ketika, barulah aku mengeluarkan batangku dari cipapnya. Aku hampir klimaks dan aku berjaya menahannya. Kalau tak habislah aku kalau Cikgu Mira mengandung. Cikgu Mira sudah pun keletihan.

“Zam. Terima kasih sebab tak pancut dalam. Cikgu tak sempat bagi tau sebab terlalu sedap tadi”, kKatanya kepadaku.
“Emm. Memang tanggungjawab saya. Saya takut cikgu mengandung. Err. Cikgu boleh tak puaskan saya.” Aku meminta Cikgu Mira melancapkan batangku.
“Baik. Tapi cikgu nak rasa air mani Zam yer.”

Aku bersyukur kerana air mani aku tidak membazir. Aku setuju sahaja. Cikgu Mira terus melancap dan menghisap batangku dan aku rasa begitu sedap sekali tidak tergambar dengan kata-kata. Aku memegang kepala Cikgu Mira dan aku menusuk sedalam-dalam yang boleh ke dalam mulut Cikgu Mira kerana aku telah mencapai klimaks. Maniku terus memancut ke dalam kerongkongnya dan dia tersedak-sedak. Semua air maniku selamat bertakung di dalam perutnya. Aku rasa sangat gembira. Aku mengambil lagi sapu tanganku dan mengelap sisa air yang masih mengalir keluar dari cipap Cikgu Mira. Aku mengeringkan bahagian itu dengan kerelaannya. Aku juga mengelap sebahagian dari selaput dara di lantai kelasku untuk kubuat kenangan. Aku membangunkan Cikgu Mira dan dia bersiap-siap untuk balik. Aku mula memakai pakaianku. Kami diam membisu buat beberapa ketika. Cikgu Mira juga telah siap berpakaian.

“Emm. Cikgu. Terima kasih cikgu. Cikgu lah guru yang paling baik bagi saya” kataku.
“Cikgu pun gitu juga. Zam hebatlah. Serba serbi pandai.” Gurau cikguku sambil mencubit lenganku.
“Cikgu. Bila lagi kita boleh buat ni?” Tanyaku.
“Zam datanglah tuisyen kat rumah”.

Waahh. Ini sudah bagus. Cikgu Mira telah memberi ruang untuk kumelakukan seks dengannya. Maknanya tak paying lah aku merugikan maniku menggunakan tangan lagi.

“Cikgu.. Boleh tak saya ambik seluar dalam ngan coli cikgu.. Nak buat kenangan.” kataku.

Cikgu Mira tersenyum dan menyelakkan kainnya dan menanggalkan kembali coli dan seluar dalamnya lalu diberikan kepadaku. Aku mencium panties nya dan memasukkan ke dalam beg aku. Cikgu Mira meminta seluar dalamku sebagai kenangan.

“Ermm.. Tapi.. Macam mana saya nak balik cikgu? Nanti orang nampak ‘benda’ ni”.
“Alah.. Pakai lah seluar cikgu tu” cadang cikguku. Batangku kembali mencanak.
“Hihihhi. Ok”.

Aku memberikan seluar dalamku kepadanya dan aku memakai seluar dalam cikgu matematikku itu. Aku berjanji dengannya aku akan sentiasa memakai seluar dalamnya kemana sahaja aku pergi. Aku juga tak membenarkan Cikgu Mira membersihkan saki baki air dan darah dara yang terdapat di lantai itu.

Sebelum kami berpisah, aku sempat meraba cipap Cikgu Mira yang tidak berpanties setelah aku singkap kainnya. Cikgu Mira membiarkan sahaja. Kami balik ke rumah masing-masing pada pukul 6 petang. Cikgu Mira menghantarku ke rumah dengan keretanya. Sebelum keluar, aku sekali lagi menyentuh cipapnya dan memberi kucupan di cipapnya itu. Cikgu Mira hanya mendesah sahaja. Kami pun berpisah buat sementara waktu.

Keesokan harinya, aku pergi ke sekolah memakai seluar dalam Cikgu Mira. Setiap kali aku berjumpa dengannya, aku menegurnya secara biasa dan jika tiada orang aku menanyakan bagaimana keadaan cipapnya. Batang aku pula akan terus mencanak jika ternampak sahaja Cikgu Mira kerana seluar dalamnya sedang kupakai.

Sewaktu subjek math, Cikgu Mira masuk mengajar di kelas dan ternampak kesan merah yang telah kering di lantai depan kelas. Cikgu hanya tersenyum dan aku tau, itulah tanda perhubungan kami yang nyatanya bukan perhubungan pelajar dan guru. Sehinggalah aku berada di universiti, hubungan kami masih lagi kekal dan dia masih belum berkahwin. (Tumpukan kerjanya katanya). Aku pula sudah tidak melancap kerana nasihat Cikgu Mira supaya belajar bersungguh-sungguh. Dan setiap kali aku balik kampung aku pasti menghubunginya untuk melakukan seks sambil menservis kembali batangku. Kerana aku tau Cikgu Mira hanya melakukan seks hanya dengan aku. Walaupun dia anak dara tua, cipapnya masih lagi muda untuk aku, dan masih lagi ketat. Yang pasti, perutku sentiasa penuh dengan airnya setiap kali aku balik lampung. Aku akan mengahwininya setelah aku mendapat kerja nanti.

Leopard Bra

What You Want

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she said, tugging my hand down the front of her skirt and pressing it home into the hollow of her crotch. The material was thin; there was nothing beneath her linen skirt.

The sound of drunken conversation leaked out into the humid air. The shadows lay heavy across her face, turning her features to monochromatic stone, but the erosion was there, at the corner of her eye, where the light lay like a brand over her left cheek.

“How pissed are you?”

I shrugged. “Not very. Not at all, really.”

“Is that going to be a problem then? Will you get squeamish and develop a conscience?”

It was a challenge I didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I slipped my hand out from under hers, crooked a finger, and brought it up to brush along the line of illuminated skin. She had a light sheen of sweat on her upper lip. “What’s the hurry?”

“I misread you. My mistake.” she said. The words were clipped, angry. Shouldering her purse, she turned to go.

I caught her by the wrist. “You didn’t misread me.”

It was the truth. In the bar, I’d been interested. When she knocked back the shooter of tequila, I’d been interested. As she gathered her hair up off her sweat-damp neck while talking, and pulled it crossly into a ponytail. There was a tension to almost everything she did. As if every word and act were ejected with disdain. Now, as she responded to what she thought was a rejection, there was a barely contained violence to her. I liked it. And very few men are totally immune to a woman who wears no panties.

She tried to tug free – not with any determination – but I held on to her arm. When she turned to speak, I could see, even in the dim light of the streetlamp, she was crying.

“Then you misread me,” she muttered. “I’m not after a date. Just a fuck.”

“This is a strange place to be after a simple fuck. They’re so cheap to buy here, and far less complicated. For one thing, a bought fuck doesn’t cry.”

I wanted to make my point with clarity. In a city where you can get a whore for a night for under twenty dollars, the zipless fuck loses its attraction.

Unable to pull the caught hand out of my grasp, she swung the other one at me, fisted. It missed my face, landing on my shoulder with a thud that would eventually, I was sure, make a handsome bruise.

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

“As I already explained, I’m interested, but could we calm down a bit first?”

“Let go of my arm.”

“Only if you promise not to hit me again. Not that I mind a bit of anger. Personally, I’m into it.”

She glared, her eyes black in the gloom. The streetlamp caught on the tears like shards. I can’t say the sniffling was attractive, but my mind was still stalled on her state of unpantiedness, which overrode the nasal congestion. Lust is like that.

I felt her arm relax in my grasp, and I released it. But as soon as I did, she swung at me again, open handed. Her palm landed on my face with a force that both hurt and shocked me.

I’d had enough. “The next time you hit me, I’m going to hit you back. You realize that, don’t you?” I said this as calmly as I could. The slap had left a faint hum in my right ear and I couldn’t be sure of my delivery.

Instead of offering me more violence, she leaned her forehead against the wall beside me and began bawling in a way I hadn’t heard since primary school. It was full throated, stuttered with hiccups and there was, from the sound of it, a great deal of fluid of one sort or another being produced and expelled.

I looked around – certain someone passing by would think I was doing something awful to this woman. Then, not sure what else to do, I gave her a few tentative pats on the back.

Either she hid drunkenness extremely well, or this woman was out of her fucking mind. Most probably it was the later. And, yes, I should have given her one last friendly pat, and gone home, but there was still the maddeningly delicious fact that she was absolutely bare beneath that skirt.

The combination of wanton slut, strident bitch and blubbing lunatic had an unaccountable charm for me. I’m not particularly normal myself. I invited her back to my house.

She looked up, flicking a mess of damp, dark wisps off her face with an angry shake of her head. Then wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“Sure. Okay.”

* * *

There was no way to read her acceptance. I puzzled it as we walked along the wide, silent boulevard. The pride of the French who had colonized the place, Le Duan was deserted at midnight. Only the occasional passing motorcycle shot through the thick, humid silence.

We didn’t talk and, every so often, I glanced to my side to be sure she was still walking beside me. Her feet made no sound on the pavement and it was then I noticed she’d taken off her shoes and was barefoot. Her sandals dangled by from a single hooked finger.

That would make anyone who knows how filthy the streets of Saigon are shudder. It gave me a sense of her intense vulnerability – not an unpleasant feeling – and I reached down to her free hand, clasping it in mine. But the minute I did, she shook it away.

“Don’t you at least want to pretend we’re lovers?”

“No. Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just humane.”

“Fuck humane.” She said it with a quiet brutality.

“Okay.”

What else could I say? But her remark, so casually tossed at me, turned me cold. Who gave a shit if she was not wearing underwear? Did I really need to get laid that badly? No.

Call me squeamish, but the idea of fucking her had lost its allure.

We walked the rest of the way in silence and, as we turned down the alley leading to my house, I was formulating polite ways to make some excuse and send her home. I’ve always found it hard to admit I’ve changed my mind and, after a few moments, I realized I had to say it anyway. We’d reached the gate of my house; my keys were in my hand.

“Look,” I said, feeling like a shit, although I couldn’t explain why, “this isn’t going to work for me. Let me call you a taxi.”

She didn’t respond.

I waited until the silence became almost unbearable, then I unlocked my gate and pushed it open. “Come on. I’ll give you some coffee so you can sober up, then we can get you a cab.”

Again, she said nothing. For a moment, she stood glaring at me with the kind of hatred you only see in the eyes of religious fanatics.

“Fine.” She spat the word and stepped into the tiled courtyard. “What a fucking asshole,” she muttered as she passed me.

I’ve been told that, when I get really angry, I develop a rather alarming smile. I could feel it stretching the skin on my face as I pulled the gate closed, crossed the courtyard and climbed the steps to my front door. It was dark in the yard, but I could sense her behind me as I bent down to take my shoes off before letting myself in.

“You’re not coming in,” I said. “Not after walking all the way in bare feet. They’re filthy.”

“They’re not.” She slumped down onto the stair and pulled up a foot to look at the sole.

I opened the front door, glancing down. “They are. God knows what you’ve caught walking around like that.”

“How the fuck are you going to give me coffee if you don’t let me in?”

Frankly, I was hoping she’d forgotten the offer of coffee.

“I’ll wash them,” she said, abruptly. “Where’s your hose?”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath of the moist night air. Suddenly I felt worn out, and a mild metallic pain was gnawing at my brain, behind my eyes. Bad red wine.

“It’s over there.” I pointed vaguely toward a rusty spigot in the corner of the terrace. “Suit yourself.”

As I walked into my living room, I heard her turn the water on. The house was dark and I switched on a few lamps on my way into the kitchen.

Only when I’d filled the kettle and put it on to boil did I admit it wasn’t her feet I didn’t want in my house; it was her mind. Well, this is something close to the edge of the world, I reminded myself. The foreigners who end up here were, for the most part, misers, misfits or losers. I knew which one I was and I was pretty sure about what she was, too.

When I brought the coffee tray into the living room, she was lounging on my couch – absolutely naked – with her legs open as wide as it was humanly possible to spread them.

* * *

It took me a moment to work up an appropriate reaction. My cock twitched to life, like the predicable, mindless moron it was. I took in the display: the petulant expression beneath the tangle of curls; her nipples, small and nearly black against the skin of her small breasts; her hips canted, pushing out the bones to make a well of her lower stomach. The sharp tendons of her thighs stood out from the bandage-white skin. They quivered with the tension of her spread. Between them, her cunt was bare and splayed: her inner lips brutally crimson.

A lit cigarette dangled between her fingers. She took a drag and exhaled a stream of smoke up at the ceiling, leaving her gaze to settle there. “Fuck me,” she said in a small, absent voice.

I put down the tray so as not to drop it and tried desperately to will away my erection, only to acknowledge the futility of the effort. I had also forgotten to breathe.

“You…” I swallowed against a dry throat. “You can’t smoke in my house.”

I kicked myself mentally for the complete inanity of my response, but the cliche of blood-flow is truer than anyone cares to admit.

She took another deep drag and then casually let the burning cigarette drop onto the tiled floor, as if she were at an outdoor coffee stall. “Fuck me.”

“No.”

“It’s what you want.”

“No!” I barked, stooping to retrieve the burning cigarette and stubbing it out with vehemence on one of the saucers on the coffee tray. “You need to get dressed and go. Now!”

When I looked up it was to watch her languidly slide a hand, fingers splayed, between her legs. Even from that distance, the flesh sounded wet as her fingers skated over it. The tip of her finger worried her clit for a moment, and then she reached down, pushing it into her opening.

I hated this woman. I wanted her out of my house and my life just as fast as I could manage to eject her. I also wanted my cock buried in that tight, hot cunt with a ferocity that brought tears to my eyes. Conflicted didn’t begin to describe my state of mind.

Paralyzed, I watched her slump further down the sofa. She paused for a beat, then joined her first finger to a second and plunged the pair deep inside herself. Her hips rose up to meet her hand and she began to fuck herself almost viciously, raking her thumb across her clit with every inward thrust.

This wasn’t someone masturbating luxuriantly; it was like being a witness to self-inflicted violation. It told in her face. There was no pleasure in there, just manic desperation. And, oddly enough, that made me harder. If she had gasped and moaned and writhed, I could have focused on her selfishness and maintained some sense of distance. But it was so visually clear that she was only performing this act as an illustrated set of instructions, I couldn’t stop myself from falling into the vortex of it.

Even as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my chinos, I damned myself for being weak. A black tide of self-hatred climbed my spine as I stepped around the coffee table and between her legs, freeing my erection from the confines of my boxers.

“Let’s get this straight. This is what you want,” I growled, tugging her hand away from her crotch.

She looked up at me with a sickening sort of triumph. One hand under her ass, I raised her hips. I angled my cock and shoved myself into her with all the rage I had inside me. The lizard part of my brain was determined to fuck that obscene expression off her face.

* * *

That first thrust felt so fucking good. Everything I had imagined it would be. Fiercely hot, impossibly tight – she had the angriest cunt I’d ever been in. It was monstrous, delicious. I ploughed into her over and over, bracing myself against the back of the sofa, lifting her until the blood rushed to her head, giving her pale skin a deep rose flush.

Her muscles seized me until it felt like I would never be able to pull out of her. I knew I wasn’t going to last, but it was a ghost of a thought; I didn’t care. My pulse was thundering in my ears, pushing me on, goading me to fuck her harder, faster, until my thrusts matched its rhythm.

Suddenly her back arched, her muscles went rigid and her heels dug into the back of my thighs. That initial spasm was a door swinging open. I plunged in, through her orgasm and came as hard as I’ve ever come in my life.

The vertigo was overwhelming. My knees almost gave in. It felt like minutes went by and still I could not stop erupting into that dark, angry cave. And with every spurt, I could feel my own rage abating.

When my vision cleared, she was staring up at me. The triumph had gone, her features had softened. She nodded, trying to catch her breath.

“Yup. That did the trick,” she said.

I pulled out, let her hips drop onto the couch and collapsed into the cushions beside her. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. It felt like my soul was full of gaping cavities and she’d put them there.

“Admit it, it’s what you wanted.”

I stared at her mutely.

She sat up and gathered up the mess of her hair, pulling it back and tying it with a rubber band that had been on her wrist the whole time. “Admit it!”

Never in my life had I felt so completely manipulated. The self-hatred came flooding back, settling heavily into the pit of my stomach. And I had no doubt that she knew exactly what I was feeling. She’d orchestrated it all.

“You’re like a disease,” I said finally. “You know that?”

This isn’t normally what I say to women I’ve just had sex with – usually we kiss, and fall asleep and eat breakfast together – but the words tumbled out before I could stop them.

They didn’t faze her. She fished her cigarettes out of her purse, lodged one between her lips and stood up. “I know,” she said, with a small snort that I assumed was a laugh.

She walked out of my living room, naked as the day she was born, and onto the darkened terrace. I assumed she’d left her clothes out there.

Of course, I should have relented and been polite. I should have gotten up and seen her out. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I sprawled on the sofa until I heard the outer gate slam shut and then fell asleep.

I spent the next week trying to mentally paper over that evening. Every time I thought of her, it was like a nail rusting away in my brain. The harder I attempted to forget about the whole debacle, the more vivid and present the memories became. I had no idea what she’d done to me; only that I craved it with suffocating intensity. By the following Saturday, I found myself back at bar where we’d met, looking for her, like a junkie jonesing for a fix.

Nature

下班了還遭強姦

怎麼說呢，我已經換過三家公司，上過我的男人也有不少。他們給我評價的是，不算漂亮，但是很媚，有女人味，身段好，第一眼見我就很想上我。我其實屬於悶騷的那種女人，我168的身高，90斤的體重，一尺六的腰。

平時我做的很淑女，以至於那些男人床上一翻雲雨之後，大都會驚艷的感歎，你可真夠野的，一點不像你平常的樣子，你怎麼學會的那些姿勢？是啊，我從什麼時候開始的呢？我雖然大學時就和男友經常做愛了，可是我一直都不怎麼放的開，只是有時被他弄很high，才偶爾主動一些。仔細想想，大概應該從我剛畢業時的一次遭遇說一起吧。

那時剛剛畢業，也剛剛開始正式打扮自己。一次一個郊區的朋友要聚會，我就去了。記得那天穿件緊身露肩的T恤，牛仔群，中腰靴子。同學見了都說夠味道，像個女人，性感。我聽了心裡飄飄然的。後來從他家出來很晚了，打的已經不可能了，就打了一個黑車，記得是輛捷達王。

路上睡著了，忽然車停了，我抬頭一看，外面很陌生，剛要出聲問，兩邊車門就猛的被拉開了，兩個人忽然搶進來，我一下就被按倒在座位上，一個揪著我的頭髮，擰著我的胳膊，兩腿另一個被搬開。

我嚇懷了，沒想到這種事會出在我身上，我拚命踢打，揪著我頭髮的是個光頭，忽然拿了把刀出來，抵在我臉上，說我再鬧，就劃花我的臉，我被嚇的不敢再動。他們就開始不停的在我身上抓弄。把我搬開的，是個大鬍子，見我不再踢鬧，就開始抓弄起我的私處來。那個司機是個矮胖子，把我的上衣都掀了起來，攥著我乳房不撒手，我被他捏的哭了出來。

那個光頭則把直接把他的陽具拿了出來，貼著我臉，不停的摩擦，還要我給他舔。我開始死咬著牙，不張嘴。他就把刀抵在我的乳頭上，說不舔就割下來。我怕了，就探出舌頭給他舔了。他的陽具很長，也很挺，我竟然有些興奮的感覺。我被他們仰躺著按著，那個光頭玩味著，將陽具輕輕壓在我的臉上，貼著我的鼻翼，來回摩擦，他的龜頭就在我的嘴角，並要我給他舔弄。

我是瓜子臉，他的睪丸碰到我頭頂時，他的龜頭竟已過了我的嘴角。而且硬邦邦的。龜頭上腥騷的氣息，讓我不禁興奮起來，加上乳房和下身的刺激，我身體裡出現本能的反映。

那個弄我下面的，是個大鬍子，手法很老道，我被他弄的難以抑止，竟不住的紐動了幾下臀部。他稱光頭逼我舔的時候，把我的內褲扒了下去，捏著我的陰唇不停的捻動。隨後便開始將手指插到我的陰道裡。當時我能感覺到，我裡面已經熱流翻滾。被他手指進去一通攪和，便流了很多出來。

那個矮子看了，大聲的淫笑，還沾了一些塗到我的乳頭和嘴唇上。光頭說：「這個夠味，一上來就這麼多水，一會操起來肯定爽。」

我羞的無地自容，緊閉著眼，紐開頭去。光頭一聲喝罵，揪著我的頭髮，我的頭部被他徹到車外，他把陰莖抵到我嘴上，要我吃進去。我沒辦法，把嘴微微張開，把他的龜頭含了進去。那兩個又是一通哄笑，說：「這個好，不鬧，一上就給吃了。」

我的眼淚默默的流到了嘴邊，隨著光頭在我口中的抽動，淚水和著龜頭上的穢物被我一一吃下。我知道今天完了，只是盼著他們使盡淫威後，能趕快讓我回家。那個矮子很壞，把我下身流出的陰液不停的塗到我的鼻子，眼睛，嘴唇還有乳頭上。光頭則用他陽具那些地方磨來磨去。大鬍子也變本加厲，竟把三跟手指都插了進來。

我被弄的無力自止，不自覺的挺起了下身。矮子見了說：「差不多了，我先來爽爽。」

說著就脫了褲子，壓了上來。光頭將我的雙腿使勁搬過去，用我的膝蓋頂著我乳房。我下身被弄的高高挺起，那矮子壓過來，迫不及待的就插了進去，瘋狂抽動起來。我感覺到，他的那個爛東西也普通老百姓。不過，耐力倒是不錯。那樣的猛插狂抽，持續了好久，我也被他弄high了起來。

大鬍子先是一邊看著，也幫忙按著我，一邊自己打手槍。後來按耐不住，就要我給他攥著雞巴打手槍。光頭也興奮起來，不停的呼喝，要我用力給他吮吸。我當時也豁出去了，索性由著他們來，趕快完事，趕快讓我回家。

我就側了側身，一手抓著光頭的陽具用力吮吸，一手握著大鬍子的雞巴頂到我的小腿上。這時那個矮子鬼號了幾聲，我私處裡傳來一陣陣的熱流，便從我身上滑下去。大鬍子便又壓上來，粗大的陰莖一下插到盡根。他的雞巴一般長，不過很粗，我都已經很水了，可他插進來，還是撐的很疼。

可是那種刺激也很強烈，隨著他的抽動，我忍不住哼了出來。這使他更加興奮，提著我的小腿，把我下身扯到車外，將我懸空著操我。他的小腹撞到我的屁股上，發出趴趴的聲響。我渾身無力，一股股的衝擊，彷彿衝到了頭頂。我控制不住呻吟開了。光頭也繞了過來，從我體側將陰莖貼到屁股上，雙手不停的在我腿上摸索。這時，大鬍子將我放下，我便赤裸裸的站在車外。

大鬍子從車裡拿了一個座墊，做到上面，示意我上去。我咬了咬牙，跨到他身上，給他套弄起來。光頭從後面貼過來，不停的用陰莖在我頸上，背上摩擦。慢慢的，他龜頭沿著我的脊柱一路滑到我的後股。他將我陰液塗了一些在我的肛門上，藉著我體液的潤滑，他把手指插了進去。

我不由的驚叫出來。雖然也和大學的bf那樣試過，後來bf的陽具也能順利進出，可是，一想到光頭那根堅挺粗長雞巴，還是很怕。可是，這時，大鬍子緊緊握著我的兩跨，用力把我狂顛起來。我被他整治的無力自制。陰水傾瀉而出，光頭便趁機將他的陽具頂入了我的肛門。一陣陣的便意混雜著抽動的快感，下身飽漲的無以形容。

我完全崩潰了。我被兩個男人的火熱的身體夾在中間，隨著他們的抽動，撞擊，我的一切彷彿都被捻碎了。我動情的扭動，盡力翹起屁股以迎合光頭陰莖在肛門內的抽動，我渴望的俯下身去，卻被光頭扯住胳膊，我瘋狂的挺著胸，大聲的呻吟著。那個矮子也來勁了，過來就把雞巴插到我嘴裡。我想也沒想，就用力吸住，給他舔弄起來。很快的，他大叫一聲，一股股的熱呼呼的黏液射到了我臉上，眼上，口中也被射了好多。

這時，大鬍子緊緊的抓著我的跨，猛力挺了一下，陰道深處一陣陣熱流噴湧而來。光頭這時順勢將我拉起來，把我帶到車後，示意我趴下，我便無力的伏在車後，他湊過來，雙手捧著我的臀，一下就把陰莖插進陰道裡去。然後緩緩抽出，又一次到底的插弄著我。

我被他插弄的無以自控。上身忍不住的起伏扭動，一次次的回頭呻吟，他好像並不過癮，又將我的一條腿順勢托起，擔在車後沿上，我無力的撐雙臂，使勁的把屁股撅起要他操我。他好像還是不滿意，又將我帶起來，拉我轉過身，讓呵呵做在車上，將我一條腿搬起來，從前面，一挺一挺的操我。我一手摟著他脖子，一手盡力撐在身後，我被弄的搖搖欲墜，狂亂的搖晃著頭，無助的張著嘴，大聲浪叫。

他開始興奮起來，引導著我，將我雙腿都攔在臂灣上，我順勢摟住他脖子，他用力一挺，我便被他懸空挑了起來，他不停走來走去，用力將我一次次的猛力挺起。這是大鬍子又過來，幫光頭托住我，並順勢將他粗大的雞巴插到我肛門裡。他的陰莖太粗，肛門頓時傳來一陣撕裂的痛楚，我疼的叫了出來。

他們則根本不顧這些，只是一個勁的搞我。我被他們端在半空，隨著他們越來越猛的插入，我便在半空一掂一掂的被他們操著。這時，光頭快射了，將我一腿放下，緊摟著仍被搬起的另一腿，瘋狂的猛插起來。大鬍子則配合的緊緊將我到光頭的懷裡，用力頂我。光頭藉著大鬍子的節奏，更加猛烈的抽插，緊跟著我的陰道裡又是一汩汩的熱流激射深處，我控制不住大生叫起來。

光頭很快就無力的從我身上退開，大鬍子則持續不斷的猛插。我一不小心，竟被他用小腹撞到在地，又無力的被他拉起，帶到車內。我仰躺到後座上，雙腿被他架到肩上，繼續操了起來。他的抽動越來越列，我想他要射了，很快的，他抽出陰莖，退到車外，並順勢拉我出去，我想他可能是想射我臉，便蹲到他身前，仰著頭，探出舌尖挑著他的龜頭，緊跟著，一汩汩的滾熱黏液便噴射出來，射了我滿嘴，滿臉。

這時，我感到陰道內他們三人射過的精液也都順勢汩汩的流了出來。我漂了一眼，地上白呼呼的，眼被糊了好多精液，也看不大真。我剛想扶著車站起來，光頭又過來了，說：「還沒嘗嘗我的精液呢。」

說著，就對著我羅動起陰莖來。

我也興奮某名，一手托著他的睪丸，一手和著他，便又給他舔弄起來。隨後那個矮子也緩過來，也把雞巴湊到我臉上，說再嘗嘗呀。我毫無意識，只是仰著臉，由他們淫虐，很快的他們的精液便又射的我滿嘴，滿臉都是粘呼呼的。

懵懂間，又被他們拉到車內，我被擠在中間，雙腿又被搬起，他們不停的用手指在我的陰道裡抽插。我明白，他們要看我潮吹，我索性咬牙豁出去，我也將手指插進了自己陰道。和著他們的手指，我自慰起來。很快的，一股股的淫水激射而出。只聽他們驚歎著，哄笑著。隨後，我又被他們帶出車外，淫辱了一陣，才將衣物拋給我揚長而去。

我又蹲了一會，感覺體內的精液都瀉了出來，摸索著找到我的包包，把臉擦淨，把衣服整理好，去大路邊上，等了一個出租才回的家。路上口中儘是精液的味道，一會沒和司機搭茬，下車起身時，私處還是濕漉漉的。