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Subject: {ASSM} ** New Spoonbender nc story - Twas the night before christmas (oral)
Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 17:10:03 -0500
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Twas the night before Christmas (nc, oral)

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(c)2001 Spoonbender.  A short story of an adult nature.  Not to be
read by minors.  If you don't like this sort of stuff or you are
underage then don't read.  Contains graphical scenes of a non
consensual sexual nature, which some people might find disturbing.
Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed, including this
heading.  If it is to be archived then please email me first for
permission and I must have access to that archive.  Note that the
characterizations are mine.  I do not like people stealing them for
inclusion in their own efforts. Please email me with comments,
constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into words etc.  Don't
flame me if you don't like the content or you don't like my style.
Spoonbender@hotmail.com

I got the idea for this when I took a late night bus journey. You saw
me looking at you didn't you? And you were so discomforted that you
moved to the front of the bus. You remember don't you? It was just
before Christmas........

**********(c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com ********** 

It was a wicked night. The snow was being whipped up by the wind until
it was virtually horizontal and it was that cloying, clammy snow; not
the crisp almost crunchy snow that is so beloved by skiers.

The last bus was wending its way slowly through the maelstrom, the
driver peering anxiously through the windscreen, past the thrashing
wipers, trying to discern the road markings among the white bars of
the driving storm; his whole concentration focused on to the safety of
his charges, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel in
attentiveness.

There were 6 passengers on the bus making their way towards home, or
their relatives' homes; their gaudily wrapped parcels pushed onto the
luggage racks or nestling in the belly of the hold. The driver had
counted them on and collected their tickets before he gingerly eased
out into the night. Two elderly couples sat towards the front of the
bus, their heads nodding gently as they dozed, an ancient priest sat a
few seats behind them his finger book-marking a well thumbed bible as
his lips mumbled in prayer, his eyes closed.

And near the back sat Jenny Wyatt. She was a small slim girl, barely
five feet tall and a 90 pounds, even though she was nineteen and in
the second year of her library studies degree. She was not the
prettiest girl in the world, in fact some would say she was downright
homely but she had a nice smile and a delightful personality. Her eyes
were her most attractive feature, deep brown pools that seemed to
contain all the wisdom of the world if you stared deep enough. But
they couldn't be seen now, she had an eyeshade on that she had gotten
from a long forgotten night flight, helping her to concentrate on the
music that was blasting into her ears from her MP3 player. Her arms
lay along the armrests and the only indication that she was awake was
her fingers tapping on the edge of the armrest in time to the music.

7 people lost in their own little worlds, cocooned from the wrath of
the weather. 7 People wishing they were curled up next to a roaring
log fire with their loved ones. 7 People, only 7 people. 

Except.....

He had gotten on at the depot, before the driver had taken charge and
had secreted himself in the toilet. He wasn't prone to nerves, his
service in the special forces in south east Asia had cured him of
that, but he had breathed a silent sigh as he felt the bus pull out
from the depot. He just had to get away from this town, he was
convinced they were closing in on him, even after all this time.

You see he had a little problem. The last tour of duty had addled his
brains somewhat, being captured and kept in a bamboo cage that sat in
the muddy waters of the Mekong has that effect on some people.
Especially if it was in the tidal estuary and there was a bare few
inches between the top of the water and the bottom of the cage at high
tide. And he had been there for two months, watching as the other men
from his squad succumbed to the diseases that the filthy waters
harbored until he was the only one left alive. That sort of thing can
effect even the strongest and, even though he was physically tough,
his mental state wasn't of the same caliber and he slipped into a
slough of instability from which he never fully recovered. The
psychiatrists had debated long and hard on whether to let him roam
free until he decided to take the bull by the horns and had slipped
out one night. Evading capture was easy, almost trivial to him and so
he roamed the highways and byways doing his thing; which essentially
meant he did what he liked.

He slipped silently out of the toilet into the darkness of the bus,
the driver having dimmed the interior lights to allow the passengers
to sleep and to minimize his own distraction. So he didn't see the
intruder.

And neither did anyone else.

The intruder himself was going to sink into a spare seat and try to
sleep until the next stop, where he intended to get off, but instead
he noticed the top of a girl's head a few seats in front of him. He
liked straight brown hair, especially tied in a loose ponytail, it
reminded him of his mother before the cancer took her so early in his
life.

Ducking down he made his way towards her intending to do.. what? He
didn't know, maybe talk to her or something. He had been so long
without female company, just talking would have been nice.

When he saw the eyeshade for some reason it shorted a circuit in his
mind and the raw flames of anger burst in his head. It seemed to him
that she was deliberately ignoring him and it made him seethe. He
pulled two pieces of rope out of his pocket and quickly fashioned two
wide nooses, then he pounced.

She couldn't work out what was happening as she felt a slight pressure
on her wrists, which was suddenly ratcheted up until an excruciating
pain shot through her arms as he heaved the nooses tight binding her
wrists to the armrests. She opened her mouth to protest only to find
something warm and rubbery pushed against her lips and inside her warm
maw.

She panicked thinking that whatever it was was going to choke her as
it continued inside; until it pushed against the back of her tongue
causing her to gag. She tried to pull away but a pair of strong,
callused hands pulled her head forward until her nose was buried in
his thatch of pubic hair.

Now she knew what was happening. Her roommate at College had described
in graphic detail how she had performed fellatio on her boyfriend and
Jenny had sat silently throughout, trying to hold down her nausea. She
heard that he'd stuck his thing inside her roommate's mouth, the thing
he urinated out of, and then..... She stopped her friend's ramblings
before she got to 'that' part. Even though she had not actually had
sex with a boy she knew all about the mechanics of it and the fact
that stuff came out of it. 
 
Her ex-boyfriend had gotten her to stroke his once and it had erupted
all over her hand. It was so gross it had almost made her sick, it was
warm and slimy and oozed off her hand onto her dress leaving a greasy
mark. Somewhere deep inside she was curious as to how it all ended
with her roommate but her innate modesty forbid her to enquire
further; indeed she pleaded with her room mate not to continue the
story.

Her friend had let him put his thing in her mouth.......! Just the
mere thought of it made her feel ill.

And now the unknown man, whoever he was, had his thing in HER mouth.
She recoiled with the horror of it, trying to pull her head back but
it hit the headrest and stopped her. She started to clench her teeth
hoping to bite him but he smacked her hard on each side of her head,
which soon dissuaded her.

She felt his hands clamp her head like a vice as he started to jerk
his hips forward battering the head of his cock against the opening of
her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in as the hard, rubbery flesh rubbed
against the back of her tongue and a line of drool dribbled out of her
mouth each time he retreated.

She couldn't see, the blindfold saw to that, and she couldn't move her
hands. She couldn't even move her legs as he was standing between them
as he pulled her head down hard into his crotch. His earthy smell was
overwhelming her and she had to fight to stop from vomiting as he
started to batter harder.

Each time he pushed against her throat it gave a little until with one
huge lunge he reamed it open and his cock forced its way down her
throat. She could feel it as it thrust its way down her gullet causing
a bulge in her neck and threatening to cut off her air.

She thrashed helplessly when it started to choke her as he savored the
warm, wet tightness of her virgin throat; and the spasms of her panic.
But he gave no quarter, waiting a few seconds before he withdrew then
plunging deep again.

She focused on trying to breath, virtually ignoring everything else
except for the imperative of survival, as he pushed and pulled his
penis in and out of her.

Her mind swam in a fuzzy red cloud as he started to jerk her head
backwards and forwards as his climax started to take root.

Faster and faster until.....

She was concentrating so hard on trying to breath that she hardly
registered what was happening as his prick suddenly got thicker and
harder then he rammed it deep inside her, holding her nose tightly in
his pubic hairs as he started to unleash himself.

A red mist swam before her eyes as she struggled to breath then she
felt the thick warm liquid start to pulse in her throat. Inwardly she
screamed with humiliation and rage as the total stranger dumped his
vile load down her throat and into her stomach. Her head vibrated and
her body shuddered as she tried to get away, but had no choice other
than to take it.

She felt spurt after spurt erupt inside her as she started to sink
into oblivion from a lack of air. He finished by pulling out until his
cock-head was just inside her lips, before finally shooting his final
glob over the back of her tongue.

Moments later she passed out.

He undid the ropes then tiptoed to the back of the bus and crouched in
the rear door well.

She was still out when he sneaked out of the rear entrance at the next
stop, when the driver opened the rear door to let the priest out. The
intruder melted into the night before the priest had even turned to
leave his seat.

No-one saw him or even knew of his existence.

And she didn't come round until nearly an hour later, the thin dribble
of his excess having long ago dried on her chin in the warmth of the
bus.

With only the disgusting taste in her mouth, and the certain knowledge
that no one would ever believe her, to remind her of her ordeal.

It was never reported.

(************************ Spoonbender@hotmail.com
***********************)

And it isn't true either. If you can't, or won't, understand the
difference between fact and fantasy then you really shouldn't be
reading my stories. To those of you out there that do understand and
relish fantasies of this nature then be a sweety and drop me an email
then I might write some more. Email address as ever
Spoonbender@hotmail.com.

PS: If you send me her picture as well as giving me the storyline then
you just might get your fantasy written up. BTW if you send me a
picture of a scantily clad celebrity (or even the girl next door) then
I reserve the right to describe her, but not give her name. After all
this is supposed to be fantasy not real life and it wouldn't be fair
to give idiots, that don't know the difference between fantasy and
fact, a reason to start stalking her. JPGs only please.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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