by Carla Blake
“ Christ.” Jessica murmured, but she couldn’t drag herself away. Couldn’t stop herself from watching this woman, who with her hair whipping about her face, furiously drove her finger in and out her sopping, wet hole as she fought desperately to bring herself off.
Her orgasm was sudden and hard. One second she was frigging herself for all she was worth, the next she seemed to freeze. Her head thrown back, the sinews in her neck standing out like cords. Her fingers pulling free of her cunt and moving to her clit as she rubbed herself once, twice and then came in such a gush of liquid, Jessica could actually see it oozing from her cunt, and then, whilst she was still obviously riding the last of her orgasm, she did the most bizarre thing. She bent forward and delving into the bin liner, pulled out a large test tube and pressed it to her cunt.
Jessica had never seen anything like it and nor did she understand why she was collecting her juices, ‘cos that’s what she was doing. She was collecting her come and holding the test tube up to her face and then frowning at the contents.
“ Not enough.” She appeared to say and rummaging inside the bin liner again she brought out the biggest dildo Jessica had ever seen and fed it into her vagina.
It was enormous and made Jessica wince just watching her insert it, but the woman didn’t seem to mind and with a determined look on her face, she held the test tube in her other hand whilst she fucked herself rhythmically, shoving the dildo in and out of her slick hole until eventually, almost on the point of exhaustion it seemed, she finally came again and quickly withdrew the dildo from her dripping cunt to replace it with the test tube.
Apparently though, it still wasn’t enough and this time, after examining the contents, the woman began to cry.. Huge, wet tears that rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts, whilst to an incredulously watching Jessica, she started to finger her clit again, trying hopelessly to force her sated body into producing even more of the precious liquid from her rapidly drying cunt. But her body had clearly had enough and after several more minutes of trying to reach orgasm she slumped back into her chair and wept.
Jessica touched the glass with her fingertips. She wanted to go to her, comfort her. Tell it was alright. Two orgasms were enough for anybody.
But then the door behind her suddenly crashed open and the woman turned.
And what Jessica saw sent her running.
Away from the window. Away from the house. Away from the smoke and the smell and the sight of a woman furiously trying to collect her come juice.
She ran. Into the trees. Away from the street. Away from the nightmare.
Away from Mint Street.
“Where have you been?” Emily exclaimed for the third time. “ Don’t you know how worried I was? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? Why didn’t you call me back?”
Jessica had literally just walked through the door. Out of breath, scared and totally unprepared for the barrage of questions aimed at her, she slumped onto the sofa and buried her head in her hands.
Emily continued to berate her.
Until Jessica finally lost her cool. “ Why don’t you just shut up and give me a chance to answer you!?” She eventually yelled, sitting up and then standing up when she found sitting too sedentary for how she felt. “Fuck Em, give me a bloody chance! You won’t believe what I’ve just seen.”
Jessica was right, Emily didn’t believe her. In fact, she laughed, then she told her she’d been dreaming and asked if Jessica had inadvertently picked some freaky toadstools thinking they were mushrooms? Even the tiniest bit on her fingers could have sent her into mental meltdown, she claimed. And how could there possibly be a street on the other side of the woods? And a Northern one at that? It was complete rubbish!
“ It was bloody real!” Jessica insisted. “ I was really there and so was that woman. You should have seen her Em. She was desperate to collect her juices. It was like her life depended on it. Why won’t you believe me? And that.. thing that came in through the door!”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “ What thing?” She asked. “ All you said was that it was like a misshapen shadow and you said it was dark in that room, could have been anyone. Note that I said anyone there and not anything. And do you really want a list as to why I don’t believe you? Come on Jess, would you believe me if I came out with something like this?”
Jessica looked downcast. “ I suppose not. But there’s one way to prove it to you, isn’t there? Come back with me. Take a look for yourself.”
“Oh, yeah? And when would I have the time to do that?”
“The weekend?”
“Jess, we have better things to do at the weekend than go on a wild goose chase. We need to go food shopping and I thought you wanted to go into Exeter..”
“I do!” Jessica cried. “ But this woman Em. I can’t just leave her there. And what about that thing?”
Emily rolled her eyes. “I have no idea hon, maybe you dreamt that too?”
“I was NOT dreaming!”
“Okay, it was no dream, but will you leave it for tonight? Please? Sleep on it hon, and maybe you’ll feel differently in the morning. Now, are we gonna eat this takeaway or not?”
But sleep didn’t come easily to Jessica and she woke repeatedly, the woman with the dark hair haunting every aspect of her mind. She could see her so clearly, her breasts, her pussy, the anguished look on her face. And she could hear her too, over and over, the sound of her desperate crying, following her out of sleep and into gasping, sweating reality.
Beside her, Emily slept on and Jessica knew that no matter what she said, Emily would never believe she’d stumbled across the road from her teenage nightmare. But she was determined to go back. She needed to know. Needed to see and tomorrow she would, once Emily had left for work.
It was raining the next morning and Jessica sighed heavily as she stared out of the bedroom window at the steady drizzle that looked set to turn into a downpour. Clearly it was too much to hope for that she’d have two nice days on the trot, and looking out at wet trees and running gutters, she briefly toyed with the idea of forgetting all about returning to Mint Street and hitting the lap top instead. Emily agreed with her.
“You can’t go out in that!” She insisted once Jessica had voiced her plans. “Look at it, you’ll get soaked! And for what? A stupid dream you had on the hill.”
Jessica rounded on her. “For the last time, it wasn’t a dream! God Em, why won’t you believe me?”
“Because it’s bloody nonsense! Think about it Jess. Streets don’t just suddenly appear out of nowhere, especially not in the middle of Devon, and don’t you think that if those chimneys were really there, belching out thick, black smoke that someone might have complained? You dreamt it girl! Get over it.”
Jessica pulled a face. “Thanks for your support.” She said and stomped off to the bathroom.
The rain didn’t ease, but Jessica went anyway. Wearing hiking boots, walking trousers and a waterproof jacket, she figured she was as protected from the weather as she was ever going to be, and climbing up the hill, she paused at the top to see if there were any tell tail signs of smoke hanging on the horizon. There wasn’t. Just the expected line of trees, bent and dripping under the onslaught of the weather.
Beneath them wasn’t much better either and run off from the leaves fell repeatedly on her head, making her feel cold and vulnerable and wondering if she hadn’t made a colossal mistake after all?
“Probably won’t be able to find it anyway.” She grumbled to herself, finding the path and setting foot on its muddy surface. “ I got lost last time. What are the chances of that happening again?”
Slim, she thought and set off, her feet squelching on the rain soaked path, her hands dug deep into her pockets, her eyes protected by the hood firmly pulled up around her face.
“My hoodie!”
Jessica
could hardly believe her eyes, but there it was, and bending down, she plucked it from a tangle of brambles and held it up for inspection. The garment was sodden and torn in places, no doubt were a variety of animals had had a go at it, and the left sleeve was almost hanging off entirely, but it was definitely hers.
“Great.” She sighed, dropping it again. “Bloody ruined. But hang on, didn’t I drop this after I’d got lost!”
A chill rippled down her spine. She looked at her feet. The path was gone. Replaced by wet undergrowth and muddy puddles. But she had been on it only a second ago. She was sure of it. It can’t just have disappeared. She’d been on the path!
The terrifyingly loud crack of a branch snapped her head upright and she saw it fall. Smashing through leaves and smaller twigs and landing, point down, against the trunk of the tree that had shed it. The noise made her jump. The sight of a falling branch of that size scared her. If it had hit her, if it had hit her head, she would have been badly injured if not killed. She had to move. She had to get out of the woods.
The rain fell remorselessly and Jessica stumbled blindly on. Crunching her way through brambles and soggy leaves and over spongy ground that sucked at her boots and her energy.
She felt like crying.
She wanted to go home.
She fell rather than walked out into the open.
Into Mint Street.
She’d found it.
Staring at the sign, Jessica wiped running water from the end of her nose and ventured onto the pavement. Her boots were thick with mud.
On the other side of the road the chimneys were quiet, the thick, black smoke choked back down their throats by the driving rain. The wall cutting her off from them ran with water, turning the brick dark. Filthier water ran down the guttering.
Slowly she approached number seven and cupped her hands to the grubby glass. The room beyond was empty and bathed in darkness. The chair was gone, the stain was not. Looking at the door on the opposite wall, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to open and admit the woman or stay closed and keep the other thing out.
She wasn’t sure what to do.
Pulling away from the window, she gazed down the street and studied the rest of the houses. Nothing had chanced and they looked just as they had before. Miserable. Dark. Uninhabited - she hoped. She didn’t like to think what kind of people lived behind those doors.
The door to number seven creaked open. Jessica, shocked to the core, almost passed out. Rooted to the spot, she drew in a deep breath and stared at the thin line of darkness that had appeared between door and jamb. Her heart thumped sickly in her chest. Her hands shook. Her head told her to fucking run!
She remained where she was, wishing Emily was with her. Or, failing that, the National Guard. Either would do.
“Jessica.”
The voice came from the other side of the door, inviting her in.
It belonged, she knew, to the woman she’d seen yesterday.
“Jessiccaaa.”
She took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the narrow strip, certain that if the door opened wider now, she would lose her nerve and run for dear life.
“Come in Jessica.” The voice cajoled. “ Out of the rain.”
Jessica went in. She hadn’t planned to. She didn’t want to. She’d intended to just stand outside for a little while longer and weigh up her options, before deciding what was her best course of action, but her feet, it seemed, didn’t want to wait and without her consent, they carried her forward, up the single, shallow door step, through the peeled and faded front door and into the house.
The hallway was dark and musty smelling and beneath her feet, cracked, brown lino led towards a staircase and three closed doors. A clock ticked, although she couldn’t see actually it and from upstairs came the steady rhythmic squeaking of bed springs.
Her voice, when she spoke, sounded thin and frightened. “ Hello?” She whispered. “Anyone home?”
No one answered. The clock ticked. The bed springs squeaked.
There was no sign of the woman.
With a shaking hand, she grabbed the handle to the door facing the street and turned.
The room was still empty and through the window she could see the street outside. It was still raining hard. The smudged imprint of her hands stood out clearly on the glass. She swallowed and the urge to leave swamped her. She took this as a sign.
Turning to leave, the sound of her name stopped her.
“Jessica!” The woman said, sounding pleased. “ You came.”
Jessica turned again.
The woman with the dark hair emerged from the corner. From the wallpaper it seemed to Jessica as she stepped into the room dragging the chair along with her.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, placing the chair in the middle of the room and sitting on it. She was wearing the same robe as yesterday. Showing the same amount of flesh.
Jessica stared. “ You are?” She said shakily. “How do you know my name?”
“We’ve been waiting for you.” The woman said. “ I’m Lilly. Will you help me?”
“With what?” Jessica asked, edging towards the door. She didn’t like this woman now she could see her up close. Her skin was pale simply because it had been plastered with make up, and now that distance and a pane of glass were no longer barriers to the real thing, she could clearly see the dark outline of bruises. Many, many bruises.
“I need to come.” Lily said, undoing her robe and letting it float to the floor. “ And I want you to help me. Will you help me Jessica?”
Jessica shook her head. “ I don’t think so.” She said emphatically. “I don’t know what sort of kinky set up you’ve got going here, but I don’t want anything to do with it, you hear me? I’m leaving.”
“Oh, such a shame.” Lily cooed and opened her legs. Her pussy was pink and swollen. Her pubic hair no longer apple shaped but trimmed into the letter J. “ I did this for you, you know.” She said, stroking her fluff and letting a finger glide wetly between her pussy lips. “Won’t you at least say thank you?”
“Why? I didn’t ask you to do it.”
“No you didn’t, but you do want me, don’t you?” Lily said, sliding her finger into her hole and then lifting it out to lick it clean. “ And I taste so good. Don’t you want to try? Don’t you want to bury your tongue in here and lick me dry?”
Jessica swallowed, aghast at the lustful feelings building up within her and disgusted she could feel that way, because Christ, she did want her! She wanted her very much. She wanted to get down on her knees and fuck the living daylights out of her and she didn’t know why?! She was shitting herself here, scared as hell and she desperately wanted to get out of here and go home, but her pussy was already starting to throb and her nipples were pushing against the fabric of her sweater. And she wanted her! She really wanted her!Groaning, she sank to her knees and crawled towards the chair.
Lily caught her in her arms and peeled the clothes from her in seconds.
“That’s better.” She smiled once Jessica was naked. “ That’s so much better. You have lovely breasts, you know. Nice and firm. I like that. Now, what would you like to do me first? Suck my tits? Finger my clit? Fuck me hard? You can do whatever you like, you know. I’m all yours.”
Jessica sucked her tits, feeling Lily’s nipples crinkle in her mouth and harden under the attention of her tongue. Her skin tasted faintly of chemicals but it didn’t stop her and she used her hand to grab hold of her other tit, squeezing the nipple between thumb and forefinger and pleased when Lily begin to squirm in the chair.
“Oh, yes, that’s lovely.” Lily sighed and spread her legs wider, inviting Jessica to examine her pussy and cunt. “Can’t you see how much I want you?” She asked, burying her fingers in Jessica’s hair. “Look at me Jessica. Look at all my lovely j
uices. That’s all for you. Take me, Jessica. Make me come. Make me scream your name.”
Jessica shuddered. Her head buzzed. ‘ Scream her name?’ She thought. Oh, my God!
What was she doing?
She shouldn’t be here! She shouldn’t be on her knees sucking this perverted woman’s breasts! She needed to leave. Right now.
Lily lifted her head away from her breasts.
“Screw me.” She said. “Now, Jessica! I can’t wait any longer. I want you. I need you!” And taking hold of Jessica’s hand, she forced it between her legs.
Jessica felt her fingers slide in. It took no effort at all. Her fingers just glided inside, sucked in by the folds of warmth and wetness that hungrily gripped her flesh and dragged her ever closer down the slippery passage of Lily’s pussy to the entrance of her vagina. A hot, silken invitation too delicious to resist. In she went, without resistance, her fingers sinking right into the molten core where Lily’s own hand held her in place.
Sighing, Lily gasped with pleasure, then tipping back her head urged Jessica to fuck her hard, to add more fingers, to fill her up!
Jessica managed three, her fingers held together with the glue of Lily’s cunt. She fucked her, driving her hand in and out with increasing strength and ferocity, yet it soon became clear that Lily was almost insatiable in her desire to be screwed, and gripping either side of the plain, wooden chair, she repeatedly thrust her hips towards Jessica’s face, urging her to fuck her harder, faster. For God’s sake, make her come!
