The Tempting of Neely J: Chapter Fourteen - Fallen Angel

Prologue: Neely?s Shower-time Prayer Hi Lord. How?s today? I know, I know, stupid question. Drop in the ocean of eternity and all that. Bear with me, I?m pre-caffeine. Ooh yes, that fair-trade Javanese is still unopened. Totally delicious and ethical too. Shame it cost around half my weekly wage, but it tastes all the better for that?so count your blessings, right?Blessings like hot showers on way-too-early mornings. Especially when the jets hit ? right between your shoulder blades. Oh my. Heaven is hot showers and perked coffee. Or something very similar.Gosh, note to self, don?t use up all the water. Jasmine?s not showered yet.Okay, other things for which to be grateful ? Thanks that Dad?s recovering so well. Bypass surgery sounded so drastic. All that waiting. I?m just glad he got through it. Of course it?d be good if Mum wasn?t still fretting twenty-four/seven?she?s probably driving the poor love insane. Give him the fortitude to endure, oh Lord, and keep him away from the frying pan or I?ll go home and slap him silly.You know I felt so bad leaving, but I?ve got responsibilities here. And I?m sure Layla has it covered when she?s not looking after the kids. She?s good at multitasking, she?ll keep an eye on Dad. And I?ll do some phone-bullying later, make sure he?s sticking to his regime. I?ll call him straight after the meeting.Meeting ? Heavens, Lord, two years at Alton Bridge! Thanks for the opportunity and for the youngsters. For the chance to be some kind of positive influence in their lives. I am a positive influence, right? Most of the time. Okay, I wish not quite so many of them knew about the Brian business, because it?s nothing short of embarrassing.Yes, I hear you, Lord. My stupid. Why I ever thought he and I were a good idea ? I mean it?s not like it was immoral, well not much. Just colossally ill-advised! Hardly a fine example of a mature Christian relationship.Remember when I thought being a Christian would simply flow into love? When I was that naïve? Course you do. Love and fulfilment, leading smoothly to marriage and delicious sex. Steady, girl, no further mention of ?delicious sex??not when I?m soaping down there. No mention of it, full-stop. Sorry, Lord. Anyway, I?ve got my friends, my job. You. What more could a girl want? I don?t need some guy to complete my world, I?m not Bridget bloody Jones. Pardon the French.Right, enough with the luxury sponging. Rinse off and get my ass to Ataşehir Escort the day job.Jaz still hasn?t come knocking. That girl isn?t even out of bed yet! We?ll both be late with no one else to open up. Care to give her a shake? No? Okay, I?ll have to dry off and do it myself.Later, Lord.Oh, and I realize it?s not how things work, but if you care to casually fling an amazing, spiritually evolved and well-presented guy my direction ? I know, I know. I?ll shut up. Bye.****15/05/10 20:47 GMTYou know, Carlotta, there?s a point in the debauching of any young woman beyond which it?s never as much fun as before. At least that?s my experience. (You, I scarcely need add, were a delightful exception.)I reached the optimum point this weekend with young Katie. The thought occurred when the hot little thing was on her knees in a college shower room sucking greedily on my cock, the evening spiralling into naked hedonism around us: this is as fucking sweet as it gets and it?ll never attain these heights again. The real sport ended for me that night, once Katie had become the focal point of that student dorm-room orgy.My seduction and exploitation of the girl had a specific motivation, of course, she being younger sister to the most irritating newspaper sub-editor with whom I?ve had the misfortune of working. These days when he gets on my case about a deadline or the validity of my sources, the memories of my cock ploughing his sweet little sister make his patronising vacuity easier to deal with. Divesting Miss Katherine of what virtue she still possessed has been doubly pleasurable. The weekend past was all about finishing the job.Having taken her from a slow introductory fuck through progressively strenuous deep-cunt exploration, it was time to open out her sexual experience. Pass her on for others? entertainment. Once a naughty bitch?s morality has been totally undermined, it?s selfish to hoard her, right? So when I discovered that Lawrence, younger brother of a colleague on the Bristol Inquirer, resides in the university?s most notorious hall of residence and that he?s a prime player in said hall?s revelry, it was simple to acquaint myself with him and get invited to Friday night?s celebrations. With Katie as my pass and her ruination as my object.She?s been tiptoeing around the shallows of the student party scene but Friday night, you?ll be glad to read, saw her total immersion. Ataşehir Escort Bayan With her handsome older boyfriend?s encouragement (mine, that is) she was matching the other girls' drink for drink at the Students? Union bar. It culminated in tequila body shots with Sally, Lawrence?s dynamo of a girlfriend. Very nice to watch, and a beery group of male engineering students agreed. Then back to the halls we went for the traditional after-pub festivities. A shaken can of Stella Artois saw our party girls enveloped in a beer fountain and it took minimal persuasion to get them in a communal shower stall together.Call me sentimental, but there are few sights more affecting than two petite naked blond girls sucking each other?s face as water jets explode off their entwined bodies. Drunken lesbo posturing on Katie?s part, but only to begin with; she was really getting in touch with her bi-side along with Sally?s slim sculpted contours as it progressed. Nor did she resist, however much her surprise, when Sally?s crafty fingers went slip-sliding into her cunt. Not even with the shower curtains ripped aside and an accumulation of rowdy students ogling. Katie, it turns out, enjoys putting on a show for admiring male eyes.She?s not averse to sucking cock in public either, her own boyfriend?s or someone else?s. Lawrence and I were stripped off in a trice once we found our respective squeezes lip-locked in the buff, and it wasn?t long before this blond slut duo was on its knees, slurping with gusto on hard dick. They proved interchangeable, the little wet bitches, Sally going to work on my length while my dear sweet Katie blew a guy to whom she?d been introduced three hours prior. Each girl reached diagonally to wank her own guy?s pole, as a sop to loyalty. But frankly, any cock would have done for my sweet supple date by this stage.I took my own satisfaction urgently, in the knowledge that Katie would soon be sacrificed to wider male (and possibly female) enjoyment. Knowing that her hole would soon be mine no longer, it was bittersweet to have her bent over, braced against the white porcelain shower entrance; one hand was firm on the curve of her lower back and the other fast on her neck, my cock on a hard rampage in and out of her cunt?s squeezing tunnel. How she mewled and yowled, oblivious to all the feckless students cheering my efforts and her abasement.The Escort Ataşehir frat-boy spirit of the American College has, it seems, infected our own fine campuses; mindless lager-fuelled decadence was rife, as the guys cheered my reaming of the hot shower-fresh bitch (and the simultaneous efforts of young Lawrence let it be said, as he bounced the nubile Sally on his dick, the two of them lodged in a flung-open toilet cubicle). In that moment, I felt at one with these seemingly moronic wastes-of-University-space; we had all abandoned civilised behaviour in the name of Bacchanalian excess and of sex with no meaning outside its own hard nasty enjoyment.While these guys would scarcely be my chosen companions on a regular night, there was a sense of camaraderie that I relished, as my loins pummelled Katie?s firm ass and they exhorted me to ever greater exertions. This was something I had missed in my own student days (I guess I focused on actually crafting a career-foundation) and it was strangely satisfying to put on a display and show these callow youths how it?s done. Put on the sort of committed performance a football team would expect of their captain; after all, they?d be on this particular ball themselves before the evening was through. So I groped those firm wet suspended tits and made sure Katie?s public shafting was a damn good one.And since, Carlotta, I know you like graphic description over sex-philosophy, let me linger on the next part. That?s the part where I put her on hands and knees on the toilet floor and made her lick Lawrence?s balls, even as Sally rode his pole, all the while persisting in my committed rear-banging. A slut, my dear, is born. Time to capitalise.So once the ultra-petite Sally had come all over her boyfriend?s cock, we all got involved in Katie?s moral undoing. I have particularly intense memories of setting the girl?s skinny ass down on a white-tiled ledge and powering away between her forked thighs with her shower-buddy pressing her mouth and tits into her from the side, while Lawrence stuffed fingers into her mouth and rear-fucked his own girl. Bitch-in-training Katie came till she cried. Pretty damn amazing, even by my standards.I shot the kind of smothering load all over her scrunched-up face I?m sure you would expect of me, this time with the added bonus that her new best friend Sally licked it all off. Then Lawrence and I high-fived (wasn?t I the college-dude par excellence that night?) and I showered down in preparation for leaving. Katie looked slightly confused when she saw me fully dressed prior to my departure, but by that time she was already riding one anonymous college-boy cock while sucking another, so it hardly mattered. My work there was done, cue evil laugh.