Skanked - The Beginning Maria's Story

"Quality over quantity." I said trying to sound hopeful.

She closed her eyes and didn't reply.

"Or NOT," she said mocking my earlier comment. "Seven orgasms in four years. Three were on our honeymoon. What the hell, and none in two years."

I felt bad that hearing this made me happy. Ms. Perfect was having trouble in paradise. "Can he?" I stopped not sure what word to use.

"Yes, he can get it up if that's what you mean, but only once and it happens quick. He's always game on his birthday and our anniversary though. I suck his cock, so he doesn't have to exert himself. He's always up for that if you know what I mean. But I don't swallow at least." She said resentfully.

I couldn't help but laugh, "TMI Sammie, TMI!"

She laughed too. "You're right, sorry but don't call me Sammie!"

Then I couldn't help but push a little harder. "Does, he at least reciprocate on your birthday?"

In her state she didn't get the question. "What?" she asked clearly confused.

"Does he munch the carpet on your birthday?" I asked

"No, Edmond doesn't eat taco's." She joked.

"Not at all?"

"Nope. He never cleans the plate." She obviously wanted to continue.

So, I went along. "He doesn't get his bib on?"

She began to laugh. "No Australian Kisses"

"No box lunch?" I laughed out loud.

"No Dunch Munch at all." She said trying to sound serious.

"I would have thought whisker biscuits were his thing." I replied barely able to talk.

"No Flicky Flicky." She giggled.

"All his travels but no south of the border?" I wondered how long this could last.

"No whistling through the wheat field." Sam was laughing hysterically.

"I always pictured him as a Vagitarian." I replied.

"Definitely not a muffivore." I never imagined this back and forth with Sam.

"So, he's never yodeled down your canyon Sam?"

"Fuck Maria, how big do you think my pussy is!" She slipped off the wall and under the water.

Then she popped up laughing. "Ok, you win, no more muff diving talk, it's too depressing."

"And she throws in one more, I'm out." I stood up and pretended to be knocked out.

"Let's get you to bed, Sam. Tomorrow's gonna hurt. Drink your water it will help."

We grabbed some towels by the pool, and I helped dry her so I could get her to her bedroom. If she were slightly sober, I may not have been able to contain myself. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her tits were huge and round with areola the size of silver dollars. Her muff trimmed and dark brown and that ass, almost pushed me over the edge.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and I helped her up to her room.

"Let's find you some Jammies Sam, Ok?" I asked as we entered.

"Ok, In the closet." she led me to the giant French doors, leading to a "Closet" that was bigger than Mama and my closets and bedrooms combined.

She had a huge leather topped ottoman in the center of the closet big enough to sleep on. It had drawers on the side. She opened one and pulled out a powder blue silk cami and matching bottoms.

"Stay with me tonight, pleath," she slurred. "Haven't had a thleep over in..." She lost her train of thought and began to wobble.

I felt like I was talking to a child, but when the towel dropped, if she were a child my thoughts would put me in jail.

"Sweetie, Aunt Maria, doesn't have any jammies. It's probably...."

Oblivious to my sarcasm, she bent down and shuffled through the drawer. "Got ya covered."

I stared at her and the urge to nibble those amazing buns, filled my mind.

"Oh, look its robo-Edmond. She held up a white plastic bullet shaped dildo. Not anymore fulfilling, trust me." She said letting it drop back into the drawer.

She pulled out a red cami set for me. Her "closet" had two sets of French doors leading in. When you stepped in, the room had a six foot wide make up table on the left with mirrored French doors on either side. The right wall had four sets of mirrored French doors and the back wall had two sets. Of course, the entry doors were mirrored on the inside, so you could see yourself from all sides.

I watched her in the mirror as we got dressed. I could have looked at her all night. She was so lit; she never noticed my stare. I got her into bed in her California king and she held the cover for me to join her. "Thank you for staying, I just don't want to be alone again tonight."

I trembled as I slid in next to her. She gripped me like a teddy bear, spun my back to her, slid an arm under my neck and one over my side, then pulled me into the spooning position. I had never seen her this vulnerable before and the rush of emotion that stirred in me was frightening. Her lower arm bent up across my breasts and her other arm draped over me resting at my panty line caressing me.

It was surreal. This gorgeous amazon woman held me close, with only the thin silk between our bodies. I wanted to turn over and kiss her and touch her and make love to every part of her. But it was Sam! She was like a sister.

My mind whirled and before I could even think what to do, I felt her go limp and breathe slow and deep. I laid there for half an hour, and knew there was no chance of sleep, so I slipped out, got dressed and put the pajamas back in her drawer.

The next morning, she was late to work but looked too damned good, all things considered. If not for the blood shot eyes no one would guess how bad she was. She had almost no memory of anything after the fifth one.

"Good morning," she said sluggishly. "Did you by chance help me to bed last night?

"You don't remember?" I smiled.

"Did I jump in the pool?" She asked embarrassed.

"Yep, skinny style." I taunted.

"Was anyone else there?"

"I'll never tell," I said as I turned to go back to the counter.

"Oh God, who else was there?" She asked afraid.

I toyed with her for half the day, before telling her the guests had all left before she skinny dipped. She could not recall any of our discussion about her and Edmond. She also had no idea how she got to bed. So, I didn't share any of it. I just let her know I helped her to bed.

For me, the memory of that night and seeing her naked body stayed with me and became the inspiration for hundreds of fantasies over the next couple months. Over that time, things were good at work and Sam, and I got along well. Sadly, I got no sense that she had any interest in me or any woman for that matter.

My frustration and disappointment grew until it blew up the day before our 35th anniversary celebration at the store. We were working together to have a little celebration in the store, followed by a surprise party for Mama at the house that weekend.

That morning customers were waiting outside for us to open, and Sam and I were going down the things that needed to be done for the celebration day. I was typing the list into my phone as we talked. Suddenly Sam lost her shit and things turned ugly.

She whacked the back of my head with her hand. I looked at her pissed.

"I need you to pull your face from the God dammed cell phone and act like you give a shit about your Mama's big day. Can you do that for two minutes so we can service the customers that are waiting patiently to spend their hard-earned money..."

I held up the phone, showing her the list and the look on her face was priceless. Before she could apologize, my frustration burst.

"You need me to... " I exhaled and shook my head looking at the floor.

"You need, to pull your perfect little head out of your perfect little ass and stop thinking you're the fucking center of the fucking universe and we all revolve around you. You need, to get out of your fucking fairyland world where you think your asshole smells like roses and your neglected little cunt smells like lilacs.

You need to understand I've been working my ass off and I don't appreciate your spoiled rich ass acting like your so much better than everybody else cause you married someone old enough to be your fucking dad for his fucking money!"

She blinked and stared at me in shock, then let loose.

"Don't you dare act like I had life handed to me on a silver platter Maria. My parents worked as hard as yours and had even less to show for it. You know what, I've worked my ass off my whole God damned life. I gave a shit about school. I've worked at this God damned store for 15 fucking years and never quit your family.

Now, you come back for a few months after disrespecting your mother for five fucking years. Years you spent turning her beautiful daughter whom she loves more than life, into a ratty haired, tatted up, body pierced, skanky, crack whore looking freak. Then you accuse me of not working to put myself in a place to be a success in life. It ain't happening Sis!"

When she finished, her angry expression changed, and she immediately looked sorry for clapping back. It was too late at that point.

"What you need Sammie is to be fucked and fucked hard. It might just knock that stick out of your ass and make you see what you're missing. I just realized; you are jealous. Jealous cause I don't care what people think. Jealous cause I don't sell out and settle for a mundane lonesome life, married to a man who needed a big titted gorgeous babe for arm candy, while he climbed on the backs of all the people whose jobs he cut to make the quarterly numbers.

He hit the jackpot with you. You're even smart. How lucky he was to find a woman willing to settle for a semi hard dick once a month. But hey you got the biggest fucking boat and the biggest fucking house on the lake. You and I both know, no matter how much money you get, it can't scratch that itch can it Sammie."

I backed her against the pharmacy desk and tapped the front of her skirt for emphasis.

Her 36D's pressed against my shoulders and I resisted the urge to kiss the slightly exposed top of her breasts. She wore a tight button-down blouse teasing just a bit of cleavage.

"What you need is someone who can scratch that itch like you deserve. Someone who will worship that beautiful body instead of parading it for the cameras and soft fucking it once a month when he happens to be home for a night.

Does he lick your pussy, Sammie? No, he doesn't, you told me at Mama's birthday party, or were you really too drunk to remember? Every woman deserves a good pussy licking Sammie. When it's done right there's nothing like it. I wouldn't give that up for all the money in the world. Until death do you part..."

"Ok that's enough Mar..." She protested.

"This skank is just getting started Sammie." I caressed her thigh below the skirt line. "How many sets of batteries have you burned through on all those lonely nights in the biggest fucking house on the lake? Seven orgasms in four years of marriage and three were on you honeymoon. No wonder you're so bitter."

The expression on her face told me she didn't remember sharing that little tidbit in her drunken haze.

I looked up at her, opened my mouth showing the tongue stud. "A warm tongue is so much better than a cold plastic dildo. If you ever feel one of these jiggling on your clit, you'll never wanna stop." I wiggled my tongue. "Women know all the right places to touch." My fingers tease their way around the front of her legs, then, up her inner thigh, just past the skirt line.

She froze, not sure what to do. I could see the confusion in her eyes. Not anger, but confusion. I saw that same look in my college roommate's eyes before I turned her into my toy. Suddenly a rush of excitement shot through me. So, I pressed harder against her and spread her knees with mine.

"I wish I could remember how many times I made my roommate in college come like a screaming banshee. I'm sure it was seven in one night." I said grinning and wiggling my tongue. And with a little training she learned to bring me off better than any guy ever could. Tell me I'm right and I'll drop to my knees, slide those panties off and put this skanky tongue stud to work right now. Does Edmond touch you like this, Sammie?"

I gently caressed her inner thigh and could feel her trembling. As her breathing got heavier, my confidence grew.

"Tell me I'm right and beg me to fuck you, Sammie. We can end that drought. right now," I whispered looking up at her. "Such an incredibly beautiful body deserves to be worshipped and appreciated. I can give you what you need every day Sammie. What you deserve..."

I looked into her blue-green eyes and thought how funny this must look. My little body forcing the giant against the counter and her trembling as she looked into my eyes.

"Your heart is pounding Sammie," I said calmly. "Does Edmond do that to you?"

Then I breathed in through the nose. My eyes closed and head swayed gently side to side. "Oh, I can smell your excitement. That pussy is wet for me isn't it, Sammie. Uuuuhhhhmmmm," I hummed taking another whiff. I could really only smell her perfume which made my pussy stir just the same.

She made a sad attempt to push me away and I pressed harder against her. "Tell me, I'm wrong and I'll stop." I said as she pathetically shook her head. I could sense it was working and my heart raced.

"Oh, you've got the itch for real now Sammie. You'll try anything to scratch even Eddie will benefit. He will love it until his little floppy penis can't get up anymore. But, as you already know, he won't scratch the itch. Your cold plastic tube won't scratch it either. I think we both know that already too. Then you're gonna try with those pretty little fingers." I took her hands and caressed her fingers for effect. "But you just won't be able to satisfy it."

"You need fucked. Thoroughly and often. Come to me when you're ready Sammie. I know what you need." I said confidently.

Then I slipped my fingers between hers and gripped her hands. She stood there frozen for a few seconds, then pulled her hands back, just as one of the customers knocked on the door. I let her squirm out from between me and the counter.

"Maria, I am truly sorry for the things I said to you. It was uncalled for and hurtful and I apologize for that truly. I will do whatever I can to prove my sincerity on that. I lashed out in anger and did not mean it." She said looking sincere.

As for your little display just now. That was equally uncalled for and disturbing. I'm going to write that off as words spoken in anger and move on. Thank you for your help for the anniversary celebration and I'm sorry for thinking you were not paying attention. You really have done a great job since you've come back and I'm proud of you for that."

I moved toward the door and yelled. "Thank you for that Sammie, that was sweet. And remember I am always here to help meet your needs."

After getting through the morning rush, Mama had arrived, so I acted happy and normal. I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking or reality, but it felt like Sam was looking at me a lot as she filled prescriptions and I felt like she was thinking about me. Whenever she made eye contact, I gave her my best confident smile and taunted her with my eyes.

I did announce to her and Mama, every time I checked off a task for the anniversary celebration.

"Dr. Kaplan-Donovan mam, I set up the cake table for tomorrow as you requested. The punch bowls and cups are here and ready. I spoke with the deli and the finger sandwiches will be ready by 10:00AM tomorrow. I plan to walk down the block at 9:50AM to get them."

Mom looked at me sensing my sarcasm and military tone.

"Thank you, Maria. I appreciate all your hard work." Sam replied.

"Please shout out if I can help with anything you might need." I smiled at her and I'm sure I saw a blush.

That night I lay in bed replaying what happened with my roommate April. I mentioned she was our star forward. She was tall, thin and fast as lightning on the field. One night after a few beers she shared an encounter with a girl she had in high school trying to sound cool, I think. That story really stayed with me, and I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss her and feel a female body against mine.

She was pretty, with zero body fat, four or five inches taller than me, but weighed about the same. Her hair was short spikey and black as coal. Her dark brown eyes were wide and captivating. Her neck was long and attractive. Growing up an only child this was my first time sharing a room with someone. April had four sisters and was used to letting it all hang out. She was not shy about being naked in front of me, even carrying on conversations and standing close while nude.

She got along great with my boyfriend Seth and didn't mind him sleeping over. The rooms were small and having him stay made me uncomfortable, so, we only did it a few times. We actually fucked with her in the room once after a few drinks but, it was not fun, and I never let it happen again. I definitely would not do it in his room with his roommate in the room.

April had a couple guys sleep over and did not appear at all shy about fucking with me in the room. She did it five times in the first half semester, never giving a heads-up and always creeping in at 2:00 AM or later. I pretended to be asleep but heard and sometimes saw everything.

Her body shape was tall and thin with impossibly small hips. Her tits were smaller than mine, but her nipples were like thimbles. Her ass was small but round. Her ass cheeks were barely bigger than my hand. It was a beautiful body but with her small chest and visible abs, there was an androgynous air about her that made me strangely attracted to her. Her completely shaved pussy and tiny pink labia seemed to add to her androgyny.

The second night she fucked in our room sent me over the edge and triggered something in me that changed everything. I fell asleep with the TV on, so it gave off enough light to see. I think they liked the noise. It provided a little cover. She brought him in about 2:30 and they dropped quickly onto her bed and removed their clothes in a frenzy. He mounted her and she brought her knees up with her heels on his ass as he fucked her hard.

I could sense her growing excitement from her muted squeals. I had move painfully slowly to give me a view of the action. And watched as her legs bounced from his thrusts. She whispered, trying to muffle herself. "You're so hard, fuck me, David. Fuck me hard."

That must have set him off and he grunted and jerked coming inside her. I wondered how that would feel to have someone come inside me. I always made Seth wear a condom and he was my first and only.

He almost immediately stopped humping her and she rolled them over taking the top. She rocked her hips moving in a smooth sexy rhythm with her palms on his chest. I watched the silhouette of her body as she rode him like a horse. My pussy was soaking wet at the sight of her smooth hip motion.

I heard her whispering, "No, I'm not done," and she fucked him faster. After a moment, his limp cock slipped out and she sighed.

"I'm sorry, too much to drink..." He said, embarrassed.

Then, she shocked us both. She jumped up and spun around, lowering her pussy to his face. "Use your fucking, tongue."

Her legs straddled his chest with her hands on his stomach and she began to rub her cum filled cunt against his face. My pussy throbbed and I slid my hand into my panties and began to rub myself. I watched those hips rock wildly and that cute little ass roll on his face. Her breathing increased and suddenly she stopped and slow rolled.

"Yes, right there, keep going. Lick it right there." She moaned. "Suck my clit, oh fuck!"

As I watched her body convulse coming on his face, I pictured myself in his place and came in my panties along with her. There was a flood of warm liquid that soaked my panties and the sheets, like nothing I had ever felt before. I pressed my lips together as hard as I could and rolled to press my face in my pillow, to stop from being heard.