Message-ID: <7327eli$9801151901@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "OddManOut Anywhere" Subject: NEW:"The Pause That Refreshes" (teen f, mast, humil) part 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980115070616.18500.qmail@hotmail.com> DISCLAIMER: If you're under 18, you shouldn't read this. Which is too bad, really, because I've heard that the situation below happens regularly to hapless, inquisitive young girls who don't know any better. So I guess if you're an inquisitive young girl and you're hapless, you should read this story anyway, FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION. OddManOut presents… THE PAUSE THAT REFRESHES (A cautionary tale) Jenny washed the coke bottle carefully in the sink and wiped the porcelain clean of any signs of what she had done. She felt a little guilty about what she was about to do, but any guilt she felt was more than eclipsed by her excitement. She'd gotten her idea from talking with Tricia at school…. "Suzie uses *what*?" "A hairbrush." "Doesn't that hurt?" "Not the bristly end, stupid. The handle." "Her own hairbrush?" "I guess so. Should she use her brother's instead?" "Eeww. Who told you?" "Laura." "What does she use?" "She said she uses a carrot." "Eeww. A carrot's going to get all moldy and stuff." "She doesn't keep using the same carrot again and again. She gets a different carrot." "What does she do with the old ones?" "She said that she throws them out. Personally, I think she feeds them to her guinea pig." The two girls collapsed with laughter: Laura's guinea pig weighed about three pounds. Tricia suddenly stopped laughing and leaned in close to Jenny. "You know what I heard Fran uses?" "The senior Fran?" "Yeah. A flashlight." "Get real. No way." "I'm serious. A big one, too." "How big?" "All I know is, her older brother's a security guard." "Get real, Trish. Nobody uses a flashlight." "Why not?" "I dunno. It just seems wrong. It's not the standard thing, you know? Like a cucumber." "Or a coke bottle." "A coke bottle?" "Yeah, why not? It's narrow at the end, so it goes in easy, but it widens out fatter than a carrot would. I bet it's the perfect tool, after a vibrator. Oh yeah, and I guess the real thing, too." "Eeww. I'm not putting a coke bottle inside of me." "Not even one that _Eric's_ drunk out of?" More laughter. But Jenny's interest was whetted. How would it feel? Up until then, she had been using just her fingers, and on occasion, her hairbrush handle. She didn't have to worry about her hymen breaking, since that had been done years earlier while horseback riding at camp. Now, she turned the clean bottle over in her hands, speculatively. She had washed it in hot water, and the glass still retained much of the warmth. Comfort didn't appear to be a problem, as the glass lip was nicely rounded. The glass didn't feel very slippery, however, so she'd probably need some vaseline in addition to her own juices. Especially further down the bottle, where it widened to a full two and a half inches in diameter. Jenny had never had anything that thick inside of her before, and she shivered at the imminent fullness she would soon feel. She ran to the bathroom to grab a tin and some tissues, then took her treasures to her room and locked the door behind her, just in case her younger sister Becky happened to come home. Alone now with her bottle, she decided she would try it raw before she put any lubricant over the glass. Vaseline could get on the sheets, and that would make a stain that Jenny would be hard-pressed to explain to her mother. Pulling off all her clothes, as she did when she knew she was the only one in the house, she began to rub herself with her hand, thinking of many boys she'd like to have in her bed, Eric Roberts foremost among them. It always excited her to think that there were boys out there—possibly even boys she knew, who would like to touch her, all over. Jenny was not yet at the point where she would consider the idea that boys she herself was attracted to might also feel this way. She thought they would definitely want a girl who was more stacked than her. Jenny only allowed herself one glum look at her still-developing breasts before she made herself think of more pleasant things. She wondered what Eric might do if she were bold enough to tell him he could do whatever he wanted with her. She wondered what she would dare to do with him, if he told her the same thing. The feeling of her hand was nice, but she had larger things on her mind. Reaching over for the coke bottle, she placed the head against her outer lips, now moist with her fantasies. The rim of the glass was still a little warm from the wash she had given it, and it pressed pleasantly against her flesh. Taking a deep breath, Jenny spread her legs, then pushed the top of the bottle inside of her. It felt smooth and warm and filling, but she was clenched down on the top, and that made it feel very uncomfortable. Jenny was tempted to draw it out for a second, but her determination to try this new form of masturbation overrode the discomfort, so she sat for a while and relaxed, letting her body get used to the new bulk inside of her. It occurred to her that she was making herself more accommodating for whoever it might be that would eventually take her virginity, and she smiled at the thought, feeling sexy. Soon, Jenny found that she was used to the feeling or the bottle inside her, and she could even push it in a little more. She drew it out a little, and felt her smooth walls close around it as it left. It was a nice feeling, and one she'd never had before with her finger. She was glad that she hadn't needed the Vaseline. Jenny wondered if this was what it would be like when she went with a guy. "Probably warmer," she thought, imagining a thick cock inside of her. She pushed the bottle back inside, and was pleasantly surprised when she felt it go in even deeper this time. It felt nice and full, but when she craned her head to look down at her crotch, she was shocked to see that only a couple of inches of bottle was currently embedded in her pussy. "We'll see about that," she said to the empty room as she reached down and grabbed the base of the bottle. Relaxing herself as much as she could, she steadily pulled the coke bottle up into her body. When she felt that about three inches were inside of her, she decided that was enough for a start, and she began to slide the bottle out. She stopped before the tip left her lips, and pushed it back inside her. "Mmm." Jenny licked her lips as she enjoyed the new feelings that were rushing through her body. She was feeling things in places she'd never felt before, and it was wonderful. As she penetrated herself with the bottle, images of Eric wafted through her head. Eric's friend Matt was pretty cute, too, and soon he made an appearance. Eric was persistent, though, and soon, both Eric and Matt were servicing her in her fantasy. She wasn't giving head—she was too scared to even think of that. Instead, Eric and Matt were taking turns in her pussy, pumping themselves deeper inside of her each time they took a turn. Maybe they would marvel at how much of them she was able to accommodate, and wonder at how she had ever become so wonderfully experienced. The fantasy overcame her. Jenny's breath shortened, then stopped altogether as she arched her back, pistoning the coke bottle in and out of her as fast as possible while she exploded in orgasm. As she came back to a normal state, Jenny looked down, and was amazed to see that the bottle was buried inside of her, with only a couple of inches still sticking out at the base. She was awed. There must be five inches of bottle in her cunny, with the last two stretched out how much? (she estimated with her fingers ) Maybe an inch and a half to two inches! Incredible! Impressed with her newfound capacity, Jenny reached down and began to pull the bottle out of her body. She got about one and a half inches out, then noticed something disturbing. The bottle wouldn't come out any further. Jenny's breathing started to get faster as she began to panic. This wasn't supposed to happen! How could the bottle get stuck inside of her? She was as slick as she'd ever been! In her panic-induced state, she clamped her hands around the bottle as hard as she could and yanked it away her body. She had only gotten two inches out when she realized that not only was the bottle not coming out, but she was in extreme pain as well. When she let go, she watched in horror as the bottle pulled itself back inside of her, spreading her young lips as it went. Slowly, it began to dawn on Jenny what had happened. In her excitement, she had pushed the bottle deeper and deeper into her pussy. Every time she pushed, her pussy lips acted as a kind of pump valve, pumping a little bit of trapped air out of the connection, and leaving a little bit less air inside the bottle. Now, the same flesh that had pumped air out was acting like a slick seal, holding a rough vacuum inside the glass bottle. Another wave of panic passed over her, and Jenny clenched her muscles around the glass intruder in a vain attempt to drive it out. "Maybe if I put enough pressure on the bottle this way, It'll come out." She thought. Her brief hope turned to despair as she found that the bottle wasn't budging. Clenching down on the bottle while she pulled only resulted in more discomfort as the rigid glass pressed into her muscle. Jenny forced herself to relax and try and think the situation through rationally. She could only think of two main approaches to getting the bottle out of her body. The first way was to wait until she dried up, corrupting the now-smooth seal around the surface of the glass. That way filled her with horror, as she imagined the horrible feeling the bottle would give, trapped in her dry pussy. Pulling the bottle out then would be like getting raped in reverse. Plus, how long would it take for her to dry up? Her parents might come home! Or her little sister! And what happened if she went dry, but the seal didn't break? What happened if the bottle got glued inside of her with her own juices? The only option left to her was to try the second approach and try and get new air inside of the bottle. Jenny studied the glass which protruded from her crotch. There was a thin point in the glass, near the rim on the bottom of the bottle. If she could somehow drill a hole in the glass there, air could get in, and she'd be able to easily pull the bottle out of her body. Now she was getting somewhere. Her dad had just gotten a new electric drill from her uncle for his birthday. All Jenny needed was to get a small drill bit and go to work. She looked at the clock beside her bed. It was one. Her sister was supposed to get back from her friend's house at three, but she'd probably stay until four. That is, unless she got kicked out again, in which case she could come back anytime. Jenny found that situation only slightly unlikely. Her parents wouldn't pose any problem at all: They had gone to some wedding, and wouldn't be back until late. Jenny sat up, and got off the bed. She had to move slowly, to minimize the discomfort of the bottle inside of her. Now that she'd actually gone through with this, she realized that a carrot might not have been so bad after all. After all, carrots were more flexible than glass bottles. Her father's drill set was in the garage. Jenny carefully walked downstairs through the kitchen towards the door, taking small, lurching steps that kept her hip movement to a minimum. She tried to think sexy thoughts to keep herself lubricated: She imagined telling Eric this story (of course, this would be long into their future relationship, when they would know everything there is to know about each other), and saw him impressed with her feat, smiling at her ingenuity yet caring about her discomfort and humiliation. She moistened a little bit as she thought of how he might best soothe her past pain, then opened the garage door. Jenny looked in the garage, then stared in terror. Her parents had forgotten to close the garage after leaving! Jenny's house had a two-car garage, so looking out the door from the kitchen, she had seen a panoramic view of most of her neighborhood. Ian and Jeff Stone, 9 year old twins who she frequently baby-sat, were playing with action figures in their front yard right across the street. And though she didn't actually see him, Jenny could hear Mr. Gleck mowing his lawn next door. One of the twins began to look towards her, and she slammed the door, suddenly realizing that she was still naked. She had been able to see her father's drill. It was on the side wall of the garage, about 18 feet to her left in her dad's tool alcove. Jenny nervously waddled her way back up to her room and looked in her closet for something quick to wear. She pulled out a dress that would cover her up, but noted that it was too nice for her to wear while using power tools. Another dress was more expendable, but it was way too short, and might reveal her glass invader to the world as she went to get the drill. Finally, she pulled out a long white cotton sundress: easy to put on, not that expensive, good coverage. Excellent. She put the dress on rather awkwardly: She never realized how much a person could move their hips in performing everyday tasks, until the hip movement involved rubbing her sore pussy against a very wide chunk of glass trapped inside her crotch. She hoped she'd be able to use the drill. Before she left the room, she glanced at the mirror on her door. It reflected nothing that suggested she was naked underneath, and for once Jenny was thankful that she had small breasts. Waddling down the stairs again, Jenny found that the glass was causing her more pain. The outer walls of her slit were being rubbed raw from the smooth surface, and every time she took a step, it was like her outer lips were burning. Once, when her sister was at camp and both her parents had gone to visit some friends for the day, Jenny had tried masturbating as many times as she could, just to see what it would be like. After the seventh time in five hours, her pussy felt much like it did now. She was definitely unwilling now to wait for herself to dry out. That must be the wrong path. She stood before garage door, allowing her tortured labia some time to rest before venturing out into the garage to get the drill. She pulled up her dress, both to give herself some air, and to observe the current state of the bottle. It wasn't good. While she was walking, she had somehow worked the bottle inside of her even more, and now it seemed like another half an inch was buried inside her body. "I just need to get the drill," she told herself, "With the drill, I can solve all my problems." She opened the garage door again, and stepped outside. Ian Stone gave her a quick glance, then went back to attacking Jeff's Darth Vader with his Boba Fett. She couldn't see Mr. Gleck, but she could hear his lawn mower off on the other side of his house. She waddled over to her father's tool rack, and saw that she would need to find something to stand on if she was to get the drill from its hook. The Stone twins started mumbling something to each other, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She was looking at a big plastic bucket nearby. Once, it had held plaster, now it held some spiderwebs and an almost-empty bag of road salt. Jenny pulled out the bag of salt and turned the bucket over so that she could stand on it. Even this proved difficult for her, since she needed to get her hands down to the bucket, and she found no way of doing it without changing the orientation of her crotch, and rubbing the glass against her raw lips. It helped a little when she spread her legs, and when she bent down to place the bucket on the floor again, her ankles were a good two feet apart, the widest she dared go. She kicked the bucket carefully up to the edge of the table, and looked out of the garage door. Both the Stone kids were staring at her. Mr. Gleck was leaning over the hedge as well to look at her. When she looked back, he froze, and looked a little strange. Jenny felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. What were they staring at? Was her dress done up right? Was her posture a little wrong? A horrible thought occurred to her, and her eyes dropped to the front of her dress. It was a relief to see that the Coke bottle was not making a little tent in the thin fabric. "Maybe I'm acting too nervous, and they're picking up on it." She thought. Raising her head again, she gave her neighbors a quick smile and a wave. The Stone children waved back at her. Mr. Gleck looked confused and relieved, then he waved back as well. Then Jenny hit the garage-door close button, and climbed up on the bucket to get the drill. She pulled the drill bit organizer from her father's workbench, and stood at the bench sorting through her options. Selecting the smallest bit she could find, she placed it in the collet, and began to tighten the drill about the bit. As she twisted the metal cylinder, her eyes strayed to the closed garage door, and she almost dropped the drill in shock. There, on the floor and wall of the garage door, was her shadow, cast from the open window on the south side of the garage. It showed a young woman with a slender figure in a dress. A very gauzy cotton dress. A gauzy cotton dress that allowed people to see the figure of the woman beneath the dress, in the right light. And this figure seemed to have _something_, if not recognizably a coke bottle, coming from between her legs. Jenny's legs went weak and she grabbed the counter for support. What would she do? More importantly, what would Mr. Gleck do, or Ian and Jeff Stone? She started to cry, but had to stop from panic, and from the pain it created in her lower abdomen. Jenny made a vow then, that she would never let anything come inside her body ever again, not coke bottles, not fingers, not carrots, not boys, not anything. She would actually go for two weeks before she broke that vow with her hairbrush handle, three days after the last traces of pain had left her body. This time, the coke bottle actually helped her, by bringing her back to reality as her stomach heaved. The sudden burst of discomfort in her crotch reminded her what she had come down to the garage to do in the first place. She tightened the collet as tightly as possible, then plugged the drill into the outlet next to her father's workbench. Sitting down on the floor, she soon found out, would be the trickiest part of what she was about to do. It seemed that the only positions she could take that minimized her pain were the ones that kept her from seeing what she was about to drill into. In frustration, she lay flat on her back on the floor, then propped her head up against a box, so that she could barely see the bottom inch of the coke bottle as it protruded from her body. Raising the drill with both hands, she carefully set the bit into a dent in the bottle, where one of the shallow spiral grooves met the lower rim of the glass. She had to hold the drill in both hands, pointed down towards her body at almost a 90 degree angle. When Jenny felt sure that the drill bit was set, and she felt sure that she was firmly holding the drill, Jenny put her right finger on the drill's trigger and pulled in. The drill gave a shriek, and vibrated and twisted in her hands. Jenny might have been able to hold onto the live drill, had she had a normal grip on the handle, and had the vibrations of the drill bit not traveled through the glass into her sore crotch. Unfortunately, she was only able to hold onto the screaming, thrashing instrument for a few seconds before it twisted out of her hands. The bit jumped off the glass, and the drill landed sideways on the coke bottle, driving it at an angle against her inner walls, and bringing an immediate yelp of pain to her lips. The tip of the bit hit her left thigh, and as the drill turned off, its slowing spin quickly dug a small cut into her leg. Jenny might have counted herslf lucky, had the vibrations of the failed drilling operation not completely inflamed the walls of her pussy. Jenny put down the drill and surveyed the damage. Her left leg was cut, but it was really only a deep scratch. Her pussy was in horrible pain, but probably had no permanent damage done to it. The coke bottle was scratched, no more. Jenny suddenly realized that she had yelled with pain, and cocked her ears to check if anyone was trying to rush to her aid and embarrassment. No one was looking in the garage yet. Jenny counted to ten. It took five seconds. Still no one. She counted to twenty. She listened carefully. The whine of Mr. Gleck's mower was faint. It sounded as though he was working on the other side of his house. No way he could have heard her. She heard Ian stone say "bam!", killing one of Jeff's action figures. Slowly, Jenny pushed herself back to her feet, keeping as little flexibility in her lower back as possible. She was drying now, and what parts of her weren't rubbed raw were beginning to stick to the bottle. She tried thinking sexy thoughts again, but they wouldn't come. She could only picture Matt holding her down while Eric forced his whole hand up her hole, her screams ignored in the secluded basement they'd take her. She wrenched her mind away from the picture and put the drill back on the workbench. Tired and defeated, she walked back to her room and collapsed on her bed. Her life was ruined. She might as well resign herself to the idea. Fifty-two years from now, at her big high school reunion, she would meet Eric, who would be a multimillionaire, of course, and he show up with his twenty-five year old trophy wife, and they would get to talking, and he would look at her funny and ask her if it was still true that "Coke is it". Then his little bimbo would laugh at her, because he would have told her all about it beforehand. That was how ruined Jenny thought her life was. She would end up as a bag lady, collecting money by turning in cans only for deposit, because everyone would take one look at her and realize that she couldn't be trusted with a glass bottle. That was how ruined her life was. Jenny took a deep sigh, and relaxed her body in despair. The bottle was still extremely uncomfortable, so she spread her leg and dangled one over the side of the bed. The bottle shifted. Jenny knew it. She could have sworn the pressure eased a little more than it should have. She started breathing faster in excitement, and reached down to pull out the trapped glass. When she tried, it wouldn't budge. She began to tense up again, then realized that as she tensed up, the discomfort began to increase. Maybe the bottle would be easier to get out if she wasn't so tense about it. Slowly, Jenny spread out her legs as far as she thought they could go. Some of her sore vulva began to peel away from the glass, a sign of hope for the panicked teenager. "I am relaxed," she thought to herself, "There is no stress in my life right now." She trailed her left arm down to the bottle and grabbed it softly but firmly. When she pulled, she felt it give way a little, but take some of herself with it. Jenny stopped and held the bottle in place, and was satisfied when she found that her body was relaxing back away on its own. What had she been thinking with the drill? She should have tried this first. She took another deep breath and let it out. "I have plenty of time to do this. No one is coming home for at least two more hours." She began to pull again. The doorbell rang. Out of reflex, her legs flew together, and a howl of pain escaped her lips as they closed around the unforgiving bottle. Who the hell could be ringing her doorbell? The pain in her crotch was a fierce throbbing. "Hello?" Mr. Gleck's voice came faintly through the door. "Jenny?" Oh no. He had seen her. He knew exactly what she was doing. Jenny had never liked Mr. Gleck. Her mom thought he was great, and he knew all about books and math and computers, but she had always found him a little creepy. He seemed to find an excuse to come over to her house to see her way too often. Much more than the Stones, whose desire for a babysitter actually gave them a reason to see Jenny. Mr. Gleck knocked again. Jenny considered not answering, then realized that he had seen her in the garage, and if she didn't answer, he might assume the worst and do something like call 911. Bad situation. "HOLD ON!!" She screamed out of her room. "I'M COMING!!!" She got off the bed and waddled to her closet. No way was she wearing that thin thing in front of Mr. Gleck again. Jenny pulled out a velvet party dress and slipped it over her top. It came down to just above her knees, but that was enough to cover the bottle. Even better, it was made out of a heavy opaque fabric. No way was anybody going to see through that. continued... "It is only the great men who are truly obscene. If they had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared to be great." -Havelock Ellis ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |