Surreal Symbolism


College had come quickly. And although Maryanne
and Anna hadn't gone far from home, they both knew
that Bowling Green would be a new world. Maryanne
had met Anna when she'd moved to Piercepoint, Ohio
from Raztwa, West Virginia a few years earlier.
Maryanne was a wild woman who liked to drive her
mustang at full speed, it was a beat up kind of
car, but it held memories and truths that couldn't
be said. Maryanne was a girl who had a life less
ordinary who breathed in the fresh Ohio air and
for a while wasn't happy.

Anna had lived at Piercepoint her whole life, and
she and her friends kept the small town alive.
They where school outcasts, listening to 60's rock
and having Broadway dreams. But what kids didn't.
Their story is something usual and yet unusual,
but love and sex often work that way.

Though once Cherry red the caked on dirt of the
Mustang gave it a ruddy look like the sun over the
corn fields as the night lapped up the last of the
day's light. It was mid summer and College was
soon. Maryanne was parked in one of these
cornfields which dotted the Ohio landscape.

"Yeah, Brandon, put it in."

She breathed heard as her twenty something
ex-everything boyfriend put his long cock inside
her. He held one hand behind her back and he
pushed harder in her. She liked it rough. Her long
red hair was all over her green eyes. Her pout red
lips begged for faster and harder strokes. The top
was down and the first stars began to shine down.
Her floral dress pushed up to her tits, and her
light purple panties somewhere on the car's floor.
Her pubic hair was a lighter red than her hair.
Brandon liked to play with it, pull it lightly and
run his hand through the light covering. Now her
labia where bright red and Brandon's cock was
sliding in and out faster and faster. "Fuck me,
you bastard!"

"God, you're so hot, Mar, I want this so bad."

The tape deck blared Cream, Eric Clapton's voice
eerily filling the night.

His hard cock pushed deeper in her, and her
breathes became faster and faster. He grabbed her
tits through her paper-thin dress. Her pert
nipples desperately wanting to taste the night
air. Brandon began panting, "I'm going to cum!"

And like machinery Maryanne moved her body around
until she was reversed and took his long cock in
her mouth, her red lips had just taken in the head
when Brandon came. His warm white cum filling
Maryanne's mouth and a little trail dribbled down
the side of her mouth and on her blouse. Her
tongue loved the taste and her tongue slid down
his shaft as his dick began to go flaccid.
Maryanne swallowed what she could and laid against
Brandon's chest. Her cunt still open and naked to
the warm July air.

Brandon's hand found his way to her opening and he
stroked it gently, his hands twisting strands of
pubic hair and just sort of teasing her opening.
Maryanne squeezed her legs closed on Brandon's
hand. "Now just rub your hand up and down." He did
as instructed and Maryanne just threw her head
back in delight. It was night.

Anna wasn't like Maryanne, she was much more
gentle like a soft leaf that too often gets blown
around by life's wind. She was on her bed the soft
breeze of summer lightly could be felt from her
window. Her legs where apart and her freshly
shaved cunt was enjoying it's freedom. Anna combed
her drying hair; she always liked to lay naked on
her bed after she showered. She had spent the
morning working in the flower garden with her
mother, the bulbs where set and a new bed of
pansies helped to better accentuate the Victorian
house's features. She held the round plastic tip
of her brush in her soft hands. She pretended it
was a hard cock in her hands, she squeezed it. She
now held the toothed end of the comb and slid the
firm plastic rod down her chest and circled her
nipples with it. They came to attention and she
pinched one gently and she had the comb dance
about her all the more. Finally, it found it's way
to her inner thighs. She brushed the firm handle
against her moist opening. She worked it slowly
around her labia, which where now flushed and deep
red. She worked it harder moving it insider
slowly, and soon she had it against her clit. She
slid it against her and her throbbing clit. The
end of the comb had gotten very wet and her butt
wiggled with excitement under the pleasure of the
comb. Then she lifted her legs into the air thus
making her hot cut even more accessible. Her legs
thrashed and she stabbed the comb deeper and
deeper inside. She moaned and as she hammered
herself with one hand she then reached down and
slowly shoved a finger in her awaiting ass. "Oooh
yeah, so good." Her orgasm peaked and she road it
to the end, until she collapsed on the bed, her
feet and body exhausted, the brush still have in
her hot pussy.

There's a sharp knocking at the door and Maryanne
burst in. Anna whips the blanket around her front.
The comb making but a small noticeable bulge in
her groin area. "Oh, Anna, I just had the best sex
I've had . . . this week."

"Funny Mar, but I've got to get dressed."

"So get dressed, Anna, I've seen a naked girl
before, I've stared at myself in the mirror. What
the Hell is this?"

She pushes the bulge with her hand. Anna tries to
close her legs but throws her head back in
delight.

"Don't Mar."

"I didn't know you had a cock, what the Hell is
that Anna?"

"Um nothing."

Maryanne then began to grab at the towel. Anna and
her got into a tug of war. Eventually Maryanne was
able to wrestle the towel from her, and saw in all
Anna's glory the comb loosely inserted into Anna's
twat. "You fucking whore, look at that." Maryanne
burst into a fit of giggles. Fuckhead, she said as
she shook her head. Then she moved next to Anne
and gave her one deep kiss.

That was a long time ago, or so it seemed, now
they where roommates and never talked about that
incident and Anna has a new flat handle set of
combs that she uses. The alarm buzzed, it was 7:30
Monday morning. Maryanne fumbled for the alarm.
Her Bowling Green tee shirt hugged her breasts
tightly the only other piece of clothing she had
on was green silk panties. She almost fell out of
bed. "Fucking Chem. class," she moaned.

"Oh, turned that damn thing off, Mar," Anna
grumbled. She had on a black bra and panties. Anna
found the alarm clock first and threw it against
the wall it let out a sad "burrrzzzz" and died.

"You better not have broken that."

"Whatever, Mar, let me sleep."

Maryanne grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed
to the shower. The water was hot and soothing, it
helped to wake Maryanne up, but she wouldn't be
fully awake until her first six cups of coffee.
Her pert breasts looked a little saggy to Mar. She
cupped one.

"Hmmm," She said satisfied with it, "still looks
good, wish it didn't droop so much."

She lathered herself up and scrubbed from head to
toe. She fingered her ass a bit as she washed it,
pulling it in and out. She moaned and almost let
out a loud shriek, she eventually worked two
fingers in. She wanted Brandon to fuck her like
that up the ass hard sodomy, she wanted to bleed.
She thought about that again, fuck that doesn't
sound sane. But what's sane she thought?

Anna's dream was surreal to say the least. The
world that she slipped into was mountainous, the
mountains wobbled and danced like Jell-O when they
where touched. She was naked and for some reason
she didn't seem to notice. Overhead she saw what
looked like a shooting star. She ignored it, but
it got larger and she realized it looked rather
like a large bird, but different. Then the beast
let out a hideous scream. Its body had thick fur
like that of a dog or cat . . . no wait it was a
lion, it was a griffin! The body of a lion the
wings and head of an eagle. The beast landed above
her on a tree made out of coat hangers. Anna
noticed it's large erect penis right away. It
seemed veinier than a normal human penis. Its
hardness surprised her. It lunged at her. Anna
tried to scream but the beast pinned her to the
ground with its talons. It's hair body in a way
tickled Anna's soft naked stomach and actually
aroused her nipples, who's soft points stood erect
and tufts of the griffin's hair covered them. The
griffin leaned down and with a gentle but
deliberate slice of its beak cut Anna's cheek. She
could feel the warm blood trickle down her cheek.
The griffin's sandpaper cat-like tongue lapped the
blood, it was oddly erotic to Anna, who just let
the beast have its way. Then without warning it
plunged it's huge penis into cunt. Anna let out a
yelp of pain. But soon the rhythmic strokes of the
beast gave Anna great pleasure. She wrapped her
legs around the furry body and screamed with
delight. Her back arched pushing her pert tits
into the griffin's chest. The more excited the
beast became the more his talons sunk into Anna's
shoulders. This pain was pleasure to her, and soon
the beast pushed in as deep as it could with a
swift and powerful stroke. Then it's cock exploded
with a rush of cum that just kept flowing like a
fountain, it leaked out the sides of the still
driven in shaft and trickled to the ground. "You
like that, bitch," the beast said, but it wasn't a
griffin anymore it was . . .

"Maryanne!" Anna screamed as she awoke with a
start. Her legs in the bed still felt wet. Oh my
god, she thought, was it real somehow? Maryanne
came bounding into the room in just a towel.

"What the Hell did you call me for?"

"What? Oh nothing." Anna reached down and felt
between her legs. It was sticky and warm, but it
wasn't cum. "That time of the month," Anna
informed Maryanne showing Maryanne her
bloodstained fingers.

Chem. Class came and went pretty fast, all this
talk of Bunsen burners and test tubes gave
Maryanne a headache, she was failing the class
badly and she had to talk to Mrs.-er-Dr. Wilcheck
about her great. Shit, she thought, what a fucking
day. She tried to figure out why Anna freaked out
about her period, but she didn't wonder too long
because out of the shadows of the Science Building
walked Brandon.

"Hey hon, god you look hot."

"I look like shit, Bran, why are you here? Don't
you have work?"

"Got out early." He kisses her neck lightly as
they embrace. He runs his hand up the back of her
short skirt and grabs her ass. "Mmm, that's nice,
honey."

"That feels good, Brandon." He kneads her cheeks
with both hands now and grinds his jeans into the
front of her skirt.

"I want you so bad."

"I want you, but honey I've got to get to Dr.
Wilcheck, she's expecting me. I'm going to fail
Chemistry if I don't do something."

"God, You get me hard and you just run off?"

"Yeah, sorry, look meet me at my dorm around 8:00
and I'll make it up to you."

"Fine, fine." And with that Brandon was off.

Maryanne walked quickly across the tile floor of
the science building and then took the elevator to
floor five, where the administrator offices are.
She walked over to room 334, where Dr. Wilcheck
was. She knocked on the door.

"Enter," instructed the soft voice with the hint
of an Eastern European accent.

Maryanne pushed the door open. Dr. Wilcheck sat
behind a large wooden desk, probably mahogany. She
had on a white blouse and a blue skirt.

"Dr. Wilcheck."

"Miss. Sesson, please sit." She gestured to a
chair in front of the desk.

"About my grades-"

She cuts Maryanne off with a gesture. "You are
failing, Miss Sesson, and I only see one way out
of this."

"What's that?"

"You have to be punished."

"Excuse me?"

"Take off your skirt Miss Sesson."

"What? Dr. Wilcheck!"

"Maryanne, you are very attractive, I'm giving you
a way to pass, if you don't want to you don't have
to, but think of your grade, do you want to repeat
the course?"

"But I thought I could just do extra credit like
an extra lab or draw a picture or boron or
something."

"I see I'm wasting my time, goodbye Mrs. Sesson."

"No . . . I need this course . . . you win." She
takes off her skirt. She's wearing only her red
cotton underwear. She begins to remove it.

"Don't. Just lay across the desk, with your ass on
the edge." She commands as she opens her drawer
and removes a small flail whip. Maryanne did as
instructed.

Dr. Wilcheck brought down the whip with a
surprising force. It left a red welt and Maryanne
shrieked. "Tell me how much you love it, bitch."

"I love it Doctor, give me more."

"You whore!" SMACK "How many cocks have you had in
your pussy?" SMACK "Answer me!"

"Not many . . ."

A very hard crack of the whip! "Answer with
Doctor, always doctor!"

"Sorry . . . Doctor!"

SMACK

Meekly: "give me more . . . doctor!"

SMACK.

"Now, off with your panties whore!" Maryanne
stands and pulls them down. "Now, whore, sit on
the desk and open your legs." Maryanne who is just
about in tears does as commanded. Dr. Wilcheck
kneels down and begins to feast upon Maryanne's
cunt. Wilcheck nipped at her labia and probed a
finger inside her slit. She licked the inside lips
of Maryanne and found her clit. She took it with
her finger and her mouth, sucking it and squeezing
it. Maryanne put her head back in pleasure and
wrapped her legs around Dr. Wilcheck's head.

"Oh, God Dr. Wilcheck, don't stop, don't stop!"

Maryanne began to buck her hips grinding her cunt
into Dr. Wilcheck's face. Dr. Wilcheck ran her
hands to Maryanne's ass cheeks and pulled them.
She began to move Maryanne so that she turned and
again had her stomach on the desk. Wilcheck again
bent down and pulled Maryanne's cheeks apart,
exposing her asshole. She began to lick the rim of
her ass. Then she delicately placed a finger
inside. She began to finger Maryanne's sweet ass
slow and gently. Maryanne let out a moan of
pleasure. Then after using one finger and widening
her asshole Dr. Wilcheck worked in another. "Oh,
God doctor it hurts but don't stop it feels too
good, keep going!" And indeed the double fingering
continued for what seemed to Maryanne to be an
eternity. Dr. Wilcheck laid a strong arm across
Maryanne's ass as she began to insert a third
finger. Maryanne thrashed with pain and pleasure
as she did this. She then promptly removed the
trio of fingers from Maryanne's ass.

"There we are even."

Maryanne lifts her shaking body from Dr.
Wilcheck's desk. She pulls up her panties and puts
her skirt back on before saying, "maybe I should
seek extra help more often."