Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 21:58:47 -0500
From: david dubois <rainstreet@live.com>
Subject: Rose Petal's

                   Rose Petal's, Lunchtime Aftermath

Rose found that her lunch time activity had been especially satisfying.
Typically, she didn't have enough time to fill her stomach in the
cafeteria.  With all the running around she had to do, she was general left
with about 20 minutes.  Today, however, she was quite full.  She was also
very glad that her next period was P.E.  Not because she had a yen for
volleyball but because she badly needed a shower.  This was due ironically
to her lunch time activity.  P.E. had been more or less a fuck off class
since the beginning of the semester.  The teacher, Miss Donnelley had been
plagued with "personal issues" for several weeks and had missed more days
than not.  Since it was a senior elective class, apparently the
administration hadn't considered it important enough to pay a substitute to
fill in for Miss Donnelley. Therefore, it was left up to the students to
fill the hour however they deemed useful.

Returning to her locker before class, a couple of guys had related this to
her by holding their noses and making barnyard noises. "Guys are idiots",
Rose proclaimed to herself assuredly.  Ok, it was common sense that she
would need to at least clean up after engaging in such an act.  Consuming
feces often produces a lingering odor.  "It's one of the side effect's,
Rose thought, then giggled.  She had been in such a daze upon leaving the
rest room that vanity had been ignored.

Rose shook her head in mock disdain.  "Your a smart girl Rosy.  You just
need to wake up".  She grabbed a tissue from the shelf in her locker and
wiped her lips.  Looking at the tissue, she gasped and nearly burst out
laughing.  The tissue was dark brown.  Thinking to herself, "that color
looks familiar.  Where have I seen it before? My God, I must look
frightful!  Oh well, everyone's wearing dark this year.  They'll just think
it's lipstick."  Realizing that this reaction wasn't typical for her, she
sensed that she was not yet herself.

She slammed her locker door shut and walked calmly toward the gym.  On the
way, she saw several students that she recognized.  Those who were friends
occasionally greeted her warmly.  Rose acknowledged these with what seemed
to her like a mechanical smile, as if she were an automaton.  The feeling
wasn't unpleasant, just strange.  "With a little practice," she thought,
"this ability to leave my body might prove useful."

She was approaching the hallway where the entrance to the gym was located.
Just as she rounded the corner to this hall, she collided with someone and
books flew everywhere.  Amidst a flurry of apologies, she recognized Beth,
a large girl whom she knew only slightly.  Assisting her in collecting
belongings, she was aware of Beth making serious eye contact.  Both girls
continued verbalizing apologies to the point of self deprecation.
Particularly Beth, who made the comment, "I'm such an idiot.  I wasn't even
looking where I was going.  I'm so sorry Rose. Are you sure your OK?"

Truthfully, the collision had been a little painful, as one of the books
had caught her arm.  Rubbing the spot, she replied, "My arm does hurt a
little.  I think one of your books jabbed me."

Genuine concern appeared on Beth's face as she looked at the bruise on
Rose's arm.  "That does look sore.  I'm so sorry.  I have some stuff in my
gym locker that I use all the time.  It's great. Let me get it for you."

Rose replied, "Won't you be late for class?"

Beth said, "I'm finished for the day, work study."

As Rose followed Beth into the locker room, familiarity flooded her senses,
invoking significant memories.  She realized that the events related to
these memories were only casually associated with the present environment.
Many of them were not actual events but only existed in the world of Rose's
fantasies.

She was suddenly aware of standing beside Beth as the girl rummaged in her
locker.  "Here it is".  Rose noticed a small tube in Beth's hand.  "Lets go
in the shower room.  There's tissues and stuff in there".  Rose followed
her into the next room which contained 6 individual shower stalls with
adjoining areas for dressing.  A large mirror filled an adjacent wall,
while the toilet stalls filled the opposite end of the large room.  "Lets
go in here where you can sit on the bench." Beth grabbed one of the boxes
of tissue in front of the mirror and moved to the nearest shower.

Rose sat on the bench inside the shower stall and Beth sat beside her.
Opening the tube of ointment, she motioned for Rose to present her injury
to her.  Immediately Rose realized that her hurt shoulder was the one
farthest from Beth.  Though normally she would have suggested switching
places, Rose's sense of logic had temporarily departed.  It seemed very
natural for Beth to reach across her to apply the medicine.

"How does that feel?", Beth inquired softly.  Rose had to return her focus
to her shoulder to address the question.  "Feels nice, really nice."  Rose
felt certain that Beth was aware of the effect she was having on her.  In
reaching across her, Beth had pressed her breasts firmly onto Rose's.
Initially, the action had seemed inadvertent but it quickly became obvious
that this was not the case.  The precise positioning along with the firm
massaging motion was the real giveaway.

Beth ceased her undulations and reached out to close and lock the shower
door.  Without a word, she pulled her shirt over her head in one motion and
dropped it on the floor.  Reaching behind her, she unfastened the sizable
bra she was wearing.  "Burgundy," thought Rose.  "I like burgundy".  Beth's
breasts were huge.  Rose guessed she must be a D cup if not larger.  Her
mind was actually going over this, instead of being in the reality of the
situation.  She also noticed a sheen between her breasts and realized that
it was perspiration.

Rose's mind was jerked suddenly into the present, as she felt Beth's hand
behind her head.  Grasping Rose's hair, she forced her face between her
sopping mammaries.  Beth then slid Rose's mouth over one of her nipples as
she gasped, "suck me".  Eager to comply, Rose parted her lips and began
sucking greedily.  Rose could feel the girl's hot breath on her neck and
face.  Beth was in control and Rose loved it.  She had always known that
she preferred the slave role rather than the master during sex.  This
knowledge was more intellectual than experiential, based on her limited
experience.

She heard Beth whisper, "lick my boobs all over" and she proceeded to do
just that.  Using the back of Rose's hair as a handle, Beth guided her head
in a circular motion around each mountainous breast, covering every inch of
her cushiony loveliness.  Rose kept her tongue fully extended and slightly
flattened, to provide as much contact as possible.  She imagined herself as
a sponge, her only purpose being to clean the nasty sweat away.  Following
a very thorough tongue bath on Beth's chest area, Rose felt her ease up on
the hair pulling.

Rose saw Beth raise her free arm and immediately knew what was coming.
Beth pushed Rose's face under her extended arm.  "Lick my smelly pit," she
insisted.  "This is new", thought Rose.  "Very nasty, but in a different
way".  It was definitely nasty.  There was no hint of deodorant, which no
doubt would have been worse.  Rose focused on the pungent, salty taste and
felt herself drifting into her fantasy world.  It was here that all
boundaries dissolved and the only reality was all consuming lust.

Apparently feeling that the one armpit was licked to satisfaction, Beth
managed to switch control of Rose to the other hand.  She then repeated the
action with the opposite armpit.  This time it seemed to Rose that she was
more forceful as she pressed her face and tongue into her sweaty hollow.
She was basically using Rose's face as the sponge rather than just her
tongue.  Beth was a strong girl and in her enthusiasm, Rose's nose was
nearly flattened at times, making breathing difficult.  Fortunately for
Rose, she had some experience in limiting her breathing during sexual
activity.

Beth jerked Rose's head away from her armpit and took advantage of her
extended tongue by sucking it into her own mouth.  She proceeded to perform
a kind of fellatio on Rose's tongue, inhaling it as far as possible down
her throat, then while squeezing it with her lips she let it slide slowly
out, almost to the end, before repeating the act. Rose felt as if her
tongue were being ripped out by the roots, though it was one of the most
erotic things she had ever experienced.  Beth was treating her tongue as if
it were her possession.  Her face bore an expression of the most supreme
ecstasy, as if she were partaking of the most delicious popsicle
imaginable.

Rose was finally able to relax and enjoy begin "done to".  What she had
experienced with Beth had produced sensations that were unfamiliar though
exhilarating.  Beth had taken complete control of her in a way that seemed
to connect with a deep longing inside her.  Rose was somewhat familiar with
the master/slave relationship in sex, though only from the limited reading
she done online.  These new feelings increased her curiosity about the
subject.  It was as if Beth had found a hidden part of her containing such
intense lust, that only the most degrading behavior would satisfy it. Rose
began to desire to be used in ways that had never before entered her mind.

Following this revelation, she imagined a scenario in which she was forced
to devour the waste from Beth's ass, followed by a mandatory ass cleaning
with her tongue. Though she had experienced eating another's shit twice
previously, each time had been on her initiative.

Beth finally released Rose's tongue. She then began using her own tongue to
bathe Rose's face thoroughly.  Rose closed her eyes and continued the
fantasy.

Rose was by now aware that Beth had a very aggressive nature.  It seemed
that this forcefulness was part of everything she did.  When she began
licking Rose's face, she used her tongue as if she were trying to remove a
stubborn stain.  Rose found her dominance very arousing as it corresponded
nicely with the imagined scenario she was enjoying. Beth's tongue entered
each of her nostrils, causing Rose to gasp in surprise.  This was
unexpected, though highly pleasurable.  The warm, wet member plunged
deeply, inhibiting her air momentarily and forcing her to open her mouth to
breathe.

Beth was very thorough in her tongue bathing. Following Rose's nostril's,
she began an equally stringent ear cleaning.  It was amazing that her thick
tongue could penetrate so deeply into Rose's ear canal. Beth was somehow
able to force her tongue as deeply as Rose herself when using Q-tips
following her morning shower.  This, however was much more enjoyable,
because it was so warm and wet. It was safer too, Rose realized with a
smile.  She was recalling one of the weird momism's she had heard since
infancy. "Never clean your ears with anything small, like a Q-tip." What
was weird about sayings like that was that everyone did it.

 Rose was so distracted by the ear probing that she was unable to continue
her fantasy.  Her ears had always been very sensitive and this was the
first time she had been pleasured in this way.  She thought that with a
little additional stimulation in the right place, she could climax in
seconds. "This girl has got such a tongue on her", Rose thought, "She's
like Super tongue".  Rose imagined how that tongue would feel if it were
thrust deep into her asshole.

 Beth finally withdrew her tongue and moved away from Rose a bit.  Reaching
out, she grasped Rose by the chin gently and gazed directly into her eyes.
The sudden intensity which was reflected in this move chilled Rose
thoroughly, while at the same time initiating a kind of shockwave,
beginning in the vicinity of her nether crevices and emanating to her
extremities.

 Rose sensed that Beth had assumed a position of total power by this
action.  Something about the girl commanded attention and a desire for
servitude.  her presence and demeanor alone, reflected this.  Rose felt
faint and was aware that she was breathing heavily.  She thought that she
might be actually trembling.  She was certain that she had lost the ability
to speak.

  She heard the whispering voice that was Beth, though it seemed that her
lips did not move.  "Get on your knees before me". She released Roses chin
and moved the hand atop her head.  Rose felt the hand pushing her down, so
she carefully lowered herself to her knees.

 She was aware of the hard concrete floor but surprisingly there was no
discomfort. The voice continued, "I need to piss really bad and I just
don't feel like walking to the toilet. I'm going to need you to drink my
piss."

  As Beth was speaking, she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down,
along with her panties.  "Take them off of me".  She slipped off her
sandals and allowed Rose to pull the clothing over her feet, first one then
the other.

 "Fold them and lay them on the bench".  Beth was not speaking to her in a
belligerent or aggressive manner. Rose was simply compelled to do as she
was told.  She felt as a worshipful subject, simply paying homage to her
deserving goddess.

 Beth reached out and grasped Rose's hair.  With characteristic force, she
pulled Rose's head, face first, toward her. This was so sudden that Rose
nearly lost her balance.  She quickly slid forward on her knees to keep
from falling.  This time she did feel the concrete as it slid against her
bare knees. Strangely, she was aware of the pain but not as an unpleasant
sensation.

 Beth spread her legs wide enough to allow Rose's head to fit between
them. The Goddess spoke, "Open your mouth as wide as you can." Rose
complied, fearing her jaws pop as they stretched.  Her face was maneuvered
so that her mouth covered Beth's urethra and much of the surrounding
area. There was dark curly hair extending over the entire area between her
legs.

"Ok, you need to began swallowing as soon as I start pissing cause it
usually comes fast." Rose was contemplating whether she should respond
something when she felt a stream of hot, bitter liquid splash against the
back of her throat.  It caught her off guard as this was unfamiliar
territory for her.  She immediately began swallowing as rapidly as she
could.  She soon realized that she was not able to keep up with the flow of
urine.  Before she could finish swallowing, her mouth was full and
overflowing with the rancid tasting fluid.

 She felt it spilling down her chin, down her throat and seeping into her
bra. She felt a burning sensation creeping onto the top of her breasts and
her nipples. She was only vaguely aware of this, however, as her main focus
was pleasing her Goddess.  It suddenly occurred to her that if she could
relax her throat and allow the piss to flow down it, the swallowing would
be unnecessary. It was how those porn actresses managed the "deep throat"
phenomenon.

 In reality, this is extremely difficult for most people.  However, Rose
has a natural affinity for any activities requiring a suppression of
responses such as taste, smell, gag reflex, etc...

 She found it quite simple to follow through on this discovery. The flow of
piss continued, even increasing.  "This is no ordinary Goddess, this is a
fucking horse"! Rose thought.  However, every drop of liquid went over her
tongue and directly down her throat into her rapidly filling stomach.

 Beth increased the pressure against Rose's mouth, by simultaneously,
pulling up on her hair and pushing down with her pelvis.  Rose knew that
the action was unnecessary at this point, as she felt that she had
perfected the "deep throat" technique to the extent that spillage wasn't a
problem.  It was most likely Beth's natural aggressive tendencies working
overtime.

 It was about this time that Rose began wondering if Beth had secretly
attached a hose to her ass. Finally, the stream began to ebb. It stopped
for a second, then another stream, then a pause, an especially powerful
gush as Beth pushed the last bit into Rose's mouth. Beth released her hold
on Rose and stood up. "Thanks bunches.  That was so much easier than
walking across the room".

 Rose was out of breath from the effort, and remained on her knees,
recovering her composure. Though she had managed to satisfy Beth's toilet
needs, her breathing had been severely restricted for 2 or 3 minutes.  The
few breaths she had managed had been through her nose.

 The intensity of the act had drawn her attention away from elements such
as breathing. She now felt very dizzy from the lack of air and felt
compelled to place her head in her arms on the bench while she took deep
gasping breaths.

 She noticed that Beth had retrieved her jeans and top and was already
nearly dressed.  She finished dressing and slipped on her sandals. "See ya
girl", Beth said. She quickly slid the latch on the door and exited the
stall.