Stall Door #5

I encounter a message etched on a stall door, it leads me to an Oasis of forbidden pleasures.

I still recall venturing out on my own in search of pleasure. Being bisexual was something I wanted to further explore. I was twenty years old and living in a small town in Southern Ohio. Seeking pleasure required a certain set of skills.

While out shopping one afternoon I stumbled across something I wasn't expecting to see in the ladies room at the mall. Etched on a stall door was a message and phone number. It was so brash and boldly written with a black marker. It read; "Pine Street - looking to please." I typically ignore such debauchery, it's just not my style.

A few days later I saw that same message at a nearby restaurant. I recognized the penmanship. It was clear that this woman was in need as well.

I continued with my routine, yet I became frustrated by my lack of success in finding other bisexual females. My urges long surpassed my collection of vibrators and toys. I fought the demons of temptation until my will to resist became untenable. Desperation led me back to the mall.

As I sat in stall #5, I shamefully scribbled down that phone number and shoved it into my purse. I continued to strike out in my quest for pleasure. I would stare at that number and ponder my options. Pine Street ran from south main to the fairgrounds, far from the quiet streets of Melody Lake. As I held that number in my hand, I reached for the phone. My fingers trembled, my heart accelerated. As it rang the urge to hang up was undeniable, yet my options were fading. A tender voice answered the phone. I hesitated,...

"Hello, I saw this number at the mall?" I said so cautiously.
"I'm so glad you called," she replied so warmly. Not knowing what to say I stumbled,
"Is it real?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," she replied with a subtle giggle.

"What's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Carrie," I replied so timidly.
"Great to hear from you Carrie," she replied. She asked me to describe myself.

"I'm twenty-years-old, I'm five foot six, I weigh one-hundred and eighteen pounds and I'm a blonde," I replied, as the phone trembled in my hand.

"MMM, sounds wonderful," she said with a sensual tone to her voice. That voice.
"Would you like to stop by?" she asked. I told her that I had never taken this route before and was a bit hesitant about even calling. Her soft response gave me goosebumps. I could tell she was older than I by her calm demeanor. My pussy tingled,

"You're on Pine Street?" I asked.
"The blue house with black shutters," she replied.
"Are you free now?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. My heart was pounding so hard. I was so eager for a physical encounter. I scratched down her address and hung up the phone.

While driving down Pine Street my eyes were peeled, "blue house with black shutters," I kept repeating, "there it is." My radar was on as I pulled into the driveway. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said as I yearned for the courage to exit my car.

My knees trembled as I knocked on the door. I was greeted by a pretty woman with a glowing smile. "You must be Carrie, please come inside," she said. Her big brown eyes were hard to ignore. I scanned her closely as she closed the door behind me. My heart was beating so fast.

"Can I take your coat for you?" she asked, as I peeled it off my shoulders.
"My name is Beverly," she said. I shook her hand, "nice to meet you." She noticed my hardened nipples as they poked through my blouse. I blushed immediately.
"It's so cold today," I said in an effort to explain my present condition.

She led me to the living room and handed me a cup of hot chocolate. "Thank you." That exact moment is exhilarating because she knows why I'm here, and so do I. That admittance was riveting in some way.

"So, tell me a little about yourself?" she asked as she leaned back in her chair.
"Well, I'm single and bisexual, and I'm, you know, looking for someone to mess around with," I said so nervously. My unrehearsed response made her smile. My nervousness became quite obvious.

"Do you like to have your pussy eaten?" she asked. My heart soared and quickly hearing such a forward question.
"Well, yes I do," I replied, my face flushed. I should have expected that given her aggressive advertising technique. She was a cougar.

She placed her cup on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse, right there. Out of impulse, I looked away yet my focus soon returned. When she opened her blouse, I gazed directly at her luscious tits.

"Oh my," I said.
"See the piercings?" she asked as she tickled her nipples. My saliva began to flow,
"I see them, great chest," I added, 36-D I'm guessing. Given the conservative nature of this town, she was a breath of fresh air.

"It's hard to find playful women in Zanesville," I said. She silently nodded her head in agreement.
"Do you like being fucked with strap-ons?" she asked. I thought of that woman I used to see walk into a corn field, then re-appear thirty minutes later, I knew what she was doing. Again, my heart raced even faster hearing her speak so freely.

"Sounds like fun," I replied so shyly.

She rose from her chair and led me to a bedroom. I immediately saw a vast collection of silicone dongs on the mattress. A towel was spread out at the foot of the bed as well. "Some ones prepared," I said to myself.

"See anything you like?" she asked as I viewed her inventory. She had a collection indeed. They were large and small, multiple colors and some appeared alien to me.

"That one looks interesting," I said as I gently touched it. A devilish smile appeared on her face,
"Have you ever had the real thing?" she asked. I was puzzled by her question,...'the real thing?' I thought to myself.
"No," I replied,...'what does she mean?'

"Get comfortable," she now said, in a whisper. My heart jumped. She didn't have to ask me twice. I was aching for physical contact. "Wow Carrie," she said as she gazed at my naked body, "you young girls." She ran her hand down my side, grazing my breast, around my hip then she held my ass. "You're gorgeous," she said. I blushed, I was putty in her hands.

She patted the towel that laid on the mattress, "sit down," she whispered. I gladly followed her instructions, my body was happy to comply. She took a few steps forward, holding her breasts with both hands, "wanna taste?" she asked. "Yes!" I replied. They were much larger than mine. I feverishly sucked and licked those beauties indeed. Those metal piercings clicked against my teeth. I pressed them together and went to work. So soft, so deliciously sweet. I was panting with joy.

Suddenly, she dropped down to her knees and held my ankles in her hands. I could feel my juices multiplying wildly. "Oh wow," I whispered as she slowly raised my ankles high.

"You don't waste any time I see," I said with a sigh of anticipation.
"Oh wow, your smooth shaven," she said with a gleam in her eyes. She immediately began licking my inner thighs. I rested back on my palms and watched her. I just met this woman five minutes ago. Her tongue extension was insane.

"Like that?" she whispered.
"Ohhhh yes."
"Your flesh," she said in return, "mmm."

I pulled my legs back and pressed my knees against my chest, I knew that position would ignite her. Her breathing soared.
"Oh my look at you," she said,..."Damn!" She opened her mouth, extended her tongue and engulfed my pussy in one bite. "AAaaaaahhhhhh," I cried out so victoriously, 'finally,' I said to myself.

With my back on the mattress I sailed away while this stranger ate me alive. She wasn't shy either. She submerged herself several times. I joyfully held my knees back allowing her total access, toe curling orgasms, it was spectacular.

As I laid there, breathless, by what just occurred, I saw her preparing the strap-on harness. I fingered myself madly as she stood beside the bed. "You're gonna love this," she said as she attached the toy I earlier selected. It was oddly shaped but its girth looked irresistible.

I rose up on all fours as she positioned herself behind me. "I just met this woman!" I said to myself. I was aching to feel that thing inside me. 'Kinky girl," she said, as she bounced it off my tailbone. I jumped when I felt the tip of that dong slide inside so nicely. Its foreign head tickled my imagination. The way she held my ass was divine. She began talking dirty as she inched her way deeper inside me.

"You like that, don't you," she whispered.
"Oh yes," I sighed as I slowly began to grind my hips in response. Her breathing sounded so labored, as if she was feeling it too.
"How does that feel inside you?" she whispered.
"It's stretching my walls," I whispered back.
"MMM," she replied. She began long stroking me, slow and deep.
"Take him Carrie," I heard her say. "Him?" I thought to myself.
I got lost in the moment. My mind was a blur of erotic visions, pleasurable things indeed. That silicone dong felt so real as she dug out my innards.

"He's fucking you Carrie," I heard her say as she thrusted that cock inside me.
"Yes, he is!" I cried out in return.
"Kinky girl,",...she said, again.
"Would you ever try the real thing?" she asked. I didn't know what she meant, but it felt so amazing, so I said, "Oh yes, I sure would." She continued to stroke like a piston, slow and steady, nice and deep.

"I'd like to try the real thing too," she replied with a giggle. I was confused. I felt her nails drag down my sides, scratching my flesh, while pumping my pussy, I was puzzled.

"Imagine it Carrie," I heard in a breathy voice, that rang in my ears, made me shiver. I didn't know how to respond so I said,

"It must be incredible." I played along, lost in the fog, waves of pleasure were slamming my peach, I was on fire.
"You're taking a Dane," I heard her whisper.

I didn't interpret what she meant for several minutes. Then I suddenly shivered, my thoughts exploded, I couldn't believe it, yet I didn't stop. Under her spell I couldn't retreat.

"Take him Carrie," she softly whispered, then my pussy expanded and out flew a scream. My pussy exploded, stretched to the rim, that rounded knot was stuck inside. I came so hard, she heard me roar. She yanked that beast free and clear, I dropped on the bed in disbelief. Her heavy breathing began to slow, her naughty whispers began to fade.

I laid on the mattress, my mind was on fire, I just got fucked by a Great Dane!

I struggled to focus during my drive back to Melody Lake. "I just fucked a dog," was so deeply engrained in my soul. That angled head, its massive girth, was stuck in my brain and there forever.

Beverly was all I thought about. My mind and body were battling over that insertion. I've heard of bestiality, yet I didn't expect to encounter it. I called her the following day.

"I'm thrilled to hear from you again," she said so seductively. My second visit was less intimidating in some odd way. Her gentle kiss upon arrival was enticing. Again, she led me to the bedroom. Once again, her collection of toys was on the mattress. My pussy tingled when I spotted the one that belongs to a Great Dane, omg.

"That was amazing," I said as I touched it.
"Don't forget about that one," she said as she pointed to it. This time, I asked.

"What is it?"
"Cow tongue," she said as she lifted it off the bed.
"Holy smokes, a cows tongue?" I said so hastily.
"Hold it," she said. It was huge. When she placed in in my hands it felt so amazing. A fat slab with a very long-pointed tip. I have to admit its texture was enticing. Those tiny stubbles on the surface would make a woman squirm indeed. It really did look real. I blushed horribly,

"I wanna feel this inside me," I whispered. She gleamed uncontrollably,
"I love how kinky and explorative you are," she said.
"Get comfortable," she said as she tossed some pillows onto the floor.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied. "I'm so glad you came back," she said.
"You are one hot blonde," I giggled and thanked her. She knelt down between my legs as I laid on the bed.

"Show it to me," she said. I pressed my knees against my chest.
"Look at you," she whispered, "damn!" She pulled her sweater off.

"Wanna taste the girls first?" she asked.
"I sure do!" She crawled up onto the mattress and hung those beauties right in my face. I attacked them this time. From left to tight I sucked those pierced nipples and tongued her ample cleavage,

"Damn, I love these tits!" I hollered. I buried my face between them, warming my ears. I was all over them.
"I'm gonna eat you alive," she said. She was exactly who I was looking for all this time. She purred like a cougar while she devoured my pussy. Her appetite was insatiable. She went submarine several times. All I could do was hold on. It was a feeding frenzy.

I squirmed like a snake under her spell. I couldn't remain still, "Jesus Beverly," I cried out. She refused to surface for air, she was in the trench. Her slurping sounds were sensational, the woman loved to eat pussy indeed. I came all over her face, twice. She rolled me over and went back to work. The way she canvassed my cheeks, oh my. She lathered my hole till I squealed, and she didn't stop either. I rested while she prepared "the tongue." "This feels incredible," she said.

Its size frightened me, yet I couldn't resist the urge. She lathered me up with a warm slippery lubricant, as my heartbeat flew.

"Go slow please," I whispered. She held it upright like a trophy, lubing it up some more. I giggled softly when I felt the tip slide inside me,
"Oh man," I said. Somewhat embarrassed, I turned my head away and covered my face, then she started talking to me with that sultry voice of hers.

"Imagine a world where nothing is sacred," she whispered "nothing at all."

Her words were spell binding, erasing my inhibitions so easily. Inch by inch that tongue probed deeper inside me.

"Feel that tongue digging inside you," she whispered. The interior stretch was incredibly fulfilling. "Feel that texture," she whispered as she began twisting it in circles.

"OOOhhhh god Beverly," I cried out she drilled it further inside.
"Have you ever tried the real thing?" she asked. Beverly was opening doors I never dreamt of, and quickly I might add.
"The real thing is beyond sensational," she said.
"Have you tried it?" I asked.
"Many times," she replied. Beverly stroked that tongue inside me while she whispered things that made me shiver. She pulled it out and attacked my clitoris till I came all over again. That was a tongue!!! My orgasms were off the charts, truly. Those insertions were insanely gratifying. She drove that tongue straight to my womb. She claimed that 'the real thing' felt much better, she was right.

One summer afternoon I was in her area and saw an unfamiliar car parked in her driveway. I stopped anyways. As I began to approach the front door, I heard what sounded like a woman's cry of passion, coming from the back yard area. When I peeked around the corner of the house, I saw a woman laying on a lounge chair, spread eagle. Beverly was lying beside her kissing her deep. In Beverlys other hand was a water hose, blasting that womans pussy to pieces as she squealed with joy.

As I quietly walked back to my car, I saw a bumper sticker on that unfamiliar car in her driveway that read; "Teachers Rule."

Looking back, Beverlys' home became an Oasis for others who had a secret as well. Every time I saw a different car in her driveway my body tingled wondering what toy they decided to choose. I selected a different toy each time I went. I visited her countless times before I moved away and got married.

So, the next time you see some 'ink-on-the-wall' try not to giggle, it's merely a path. / Carrie