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"New Desire"
   by Althea


The carriage was almost empty when the woman came through the
connecting door. In retrospect I know she would have walked on
through had it had been more crowded. I was sitting towards the
back on the left side, facing forward. An old guy in a suit was
several seats in front of me to the right. There was a married
looking couple in their late twenties right at the front, also to
the right. All were facing forward, nicely spaced. Keeping their
distance, just as people usually do if they have a choice. This
woman sat down with only one seat between us, on my side, facing
me. Embarrassing? It's not like she was reading a paper or
something. She was barely five feet from me looking straight at
my face as easily as if she had been examining the back of my
head.

The worst thing about it was that there wasn't anything wrong
with what she was doing, so there was no right way of dealing
with it. Oh I know there are ways. Someone else might have
ignored her altogether or stared back without blinking. But
they're not me. All I could do was fidget with my skirt and
pretend to see something interesting beyond her while sneaking
the occasional glance at her. From these brief observations she
seemed to me a very big woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties. I
realised later that her true stature was merely a little larger
than average. It was the imposing way in which she carried
herself that gave the illusion of great size. Of course most
women are large compared to my short thin body.

We came into a station and the old guy ambled off. No one else
entered our carriage and as the train departed I thought the
woman's hitherto impassive face displayed the hint of a smile. I
started to resent the awkward situation and looked steadily at
the woman for a few seconds. Everything about her emphasized
confidence. Her face had strong lines, but was still very
feminine. Her hair dark reddish brown, worn long and flowing. Her
posture was upright yet relaxed. Her clothing not fashionable,
but of obvious quality. She wore a cream cotton blouse covered by
an open tan full-length jacket. I couldn't see her skirt because
of the seat back between us, but remembered it to be dark green.
I was humiliated by her superiority to me. She was obviously
getting a kick out of making me feel uncomfortable. The anger I
was experiencing was finally enough to give me the courage to
stare at her as rudely as she stared at me. Some moments passed
and then I grew puzzled. There was a tension about her that I had
not noticed before. Her full lightly made up lips had parted and
she seemed to be breathing rather quickly. There was a look in
her eyes of almost hunger. I detected a small rhythmic movement
in her left shoulder. My eyes tracked down her left arm, slanting
down out of sight. She was masturbating! She was looking at me
and masturbating!

Damp trembling heat flooded up from my breast to my face, but now
I couldn't look away. The audacity of what she was doing stunned
me helpless. A part smile part leer spread across her face as she
saw that I had realised what she was doing. She passed her tongue
across her top lip and increased the energy she was directing
downwards. The train rushed on through the night. After a glance
over her shoulder at the couple up front her movements became
more pronounced; arching her back, pushing her breasts and hips
towards me. She was panting, staring, devouring me with her eyes
as she masturbated furiously. Just as the train entered a section
of the underground her intensity seemed close to peaking.

Another quick check of the still unaware passengers and she stood
up and stepped into the aisle. I drew back, fearing she was going
to touch me, but she came no closer. Instead she placed her red
leather calf length boots wide apart, pressing her knees on the
sides of the seats to hold herself open whilst steadying herself
against the movement of the carriage. One hand gripped the hem of
her wool skirt, pulling it up to give access, while the other
worked frantically between her legs. I could see the bare flesh
of the top of her thighs, pale in contrast to her black stocking
clad legs. Most women wear pantyhose, so I particularly noticed
her stockings. Unlike myself she wore the sort that don't require
a garter belt. She seemed to be glaring at me with her lips
pulled back from her teeth. Then she groaned and dragged the
front of her skirt up high. She was wearing no panties and I
could now see her mound; a triangle of thick dark hair,
surrounding but not quite covering her open, pink and very wet
vagina. Her fingers stroked fiercely over her large erect
clitoris and suddenly her hips gave a jerk as a powerful stream
of golden fluid spurted past my shoulder. She was pissing on the
floor! Pissing wildly as she climaxed! She pissed on and on, her
body shaking with her orgasm. The entire time she pissed,
splashing the floor behind me, her eyes where locked on me. When
she had finally finished she lowered her skirt, flashed me a
broad smile and walked on down the aisle, through the spreading
puddle of her urine.

By the time I arrived at my small dingy flat the crotch of my
panties was more than damp. I had never experienced such intense
sexual arousal before. I was also rather dazed and very confused.
Was I in fact, a lesbian? I had always been rather a shy,
reticent woman. Even my public social life was very limited at
that time. My private life, as relating to a sexual partner, was
non-existent; and except for one brief and rather unsatisfying
encounter had always been so. Why would a complete stranger
select me as the focus for her lust? Was I really attractive?
Attractive enough to take the risk of frigging over me on a
train? I had trouble believing it and I checked myself in my
bathroom mirror to see if it could possibly be true. A short pale
thin unsophisticated woman stared back at me. Perhaps a little
younger than her actual twenty two years. Blonde hair in a
shortish unimaginative style. A round face contrasting a little
strangely with the slender body. Pale blue eyes. A small snub
nose. Not an image that attracted me, but who could tell what
attracted another?

I turned from the mirror, wiping my image from mind and filling
it instead with that of the masturbating woman. Her passionate
face... the swell of her breasts... her hairy, pissing cunt! With
shaking clumsy hands I freed my panties from the constraints of
my garter belt. I pulled them down while lowering myself to the
floor. After kicking one leg free of my panties I lay on my back
on the cold vinyl; my skirt hitched up, my legs spread wide, my
fingers frantically rubbing my wet little cunt. My orgasm was
sudden, long and very powerful.

Two weeks passed, but although I used the train twice a day on
every day except Sunday, I had almost given up hope of ever
seeing the woman again. Though I still checked whenever someone
got on or came through the interconnecting doors. It was on a
Thursday when I finally spotted her standing in the doorway at
the end of the carriage. My heart skipped a beat. She was looking
around, but despite giving me a smile of recognition when she saw
me, she went back away she had come; closing the door behind her.

I was so disappointed. I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen
between us, but it certainly wasn't rejection. Was it because the
carriage was so full? I could hardly expect her to repeat her
performance with so many people about. Maybe ten minutes passed
and I was just telling myself not to be so stupid as to think I
could possibly mean anything to her, when she came back. My heart
thumped wildly and I could feel my face go red as she walked
towards me. She took a plastic shopping bag from out of the
shoulder bag she was carrying and proffered it to me. I received
it from her dumbly. Then she just walked away.

I didn't dare even look inside the bag until I got home. Sitting
down at the table in my small kitchen/lounge I nervously reached
into the bag. Two boxes. Both oblong and around a foot long. One
was thinner than the other and made of plain brown cardboard. The
thicker one had a picture of a steel thermos flask on each side.
Whatever was inside of them wasn't light. I opened the smaller
one. It contained a massive white vibrator! I shouldn't have been
surprised I suppose. I held it gingerly in my hand; heavy, shiny,
hard and very thick. I put it down carefully, as if it might
explode. I did know of such things, but felt ashamed just to
touch it. I worried that someone might discover that I had it.
Quite illogically of course as no one ever calls on me, but I
felt as if it might somehow be illegal to have such a rude
instrument. I certainly felt rude... down between my legs.

The large box contained what it advertised, a steel thermos
flask. Why would she give me a...? 'Oh my God!' I exclaimed, as I
suddenly realised what must be in the flask. I removed the cup
and carefully unscrewed the cap. It was full to the brim with her
warm golden piss! I quickly closed the flask, not wishing to lose
its heat. I had to be naked! I almost ripped my blouse in my
haste to get undressed. Only a brief examination of the vibrator
was required for me to turn it on. I gasped in pleasure at the
electrifying feeling on my firm little breasts. Sighing at the
gentle vibrations, I ran the big electric dildo over my rapidly
hardening nipples. It felt deliciously wicked! I moved the
vibrator slowly down, over my tummy and round to the inside of my
thigh. I was shaking with anticipation as I moved it towards to
my cunt.

'Oh fuck!' I whispered harshly as I felt the big hard rod buzzing
on my sensitive vagina. I splayed my legs wide apart and leaned
back on the shabby kitchen chair. Taking the vibrator in both
hands, I drew it back and forth over my open slit. It felt so
good to masturbate this way. I did it like this for several
minutes, my eyes closed in ecstasy. Then I remembered; the
thermos flask. I reached for it. And although I was shaking in a
state of nervous shock, I managed to open it with one hand. I
felt as if I were hypnotized. Like I was watching myself take
actions without consulting my own will. I brought the flask to my
lips. I opened my mouth. I hesitated; did I really want to do
this? 'Oh yes!' I cried to myself and poured her piss into my
mouth. I was unsure of what I thought of the taste; not quite as
bad as I thought it might be, but after swirling it around in my
mouth for a few seconds I swallowed it anyway.

I felt so depraved. I had actually swallowed a complete
stranger's piss! The thought made my cunt so hot and I rubbed
myself harder. A clear image of the woman squatting over the
flask in the cramped train toilet flashed into my mind. Her
pissing in it for me. I didn't care what it tasted like; it was
her piss and she had done it for me! I tipped back the flask and
drank deeply, masturbating wildly as I did so. After three long
swallows I paused briefly to turn the speed of the vibrator up. I
sipped a little and savoured the taste in my mouth. Slightly
salty with a bitter under taste that I was unfamiliar with. I
guessed it was the unique taste of urine. I had to have more! I
turned the vibrator up full; and drank, and drank, and came, and
drank, and came, and came! My orgasm lasted until the flask was
empty and my belly was full.

After each day that passed without seeing the strange woman I was
disappointed, but quietly hopeful that I would see her again. I
became very well acquainted with the lovely vibrator.
Masturbation was fantastic with it. I even tried to penetrate
myself, but it was much too large for me; or so I thought at the
time. I wore out the batteries in only three days! The day
finally arrived. She simply walked up and sat down beside me. A
few minutes passed and I sat there dying of embarrassment, but so
full of need. 'What is your name?' she asked me in a rich
melodious voice. 'Althea,' I answered quietly. There was no one
within twenty feet of us on the far from quiet train, but I felt
as if the whole carriage were listening. 'Althea; that is a very
pretty name. And very suitable to you.' I experienced a rush of
joy at her complement. 'My name is Melanie. Did you enjoy my
urine?' Her question made me almost choke, and I went into a
short coughing fit. She had asked the question in the same casual
manner as if inquiring as to whether I liked the decor on the
train! 'Well?' Melanie asked when I had recovered somewhat.
'Y-yes!' I finally managed to blurt out. 'Err... Thank you,' I
belatedly murmured. 'You're very welcome,' she replied
cheerfully. 'If you would like some more, you had better follow
me.' And as the train pulled into a station she got out of her
seat. I didn't know what stop it was, or where she was going, but
I didn't even consider not following, even though I was very
scared.

The ladies restroom was not entirely deserted, but after checking
that we were unobserved Melanie drew me into the cubicle farthest
from the entrance. I was stricken motionless by the bizarre
situation. After locking the door she took my bag from my shaking
hands and hung it on the door peg along with her own. Wrapping
her arms around me, she pulled me tightly against her body. The
sensation of her strong warm hands on my back, one running down
to firmly caress my bum made me dizzy. She pushed me back against
the tile wall of the toilet, pulling me up as she bent over me to
make up for our unequal heights. I felt the heat of her body; her
very large breasts pressing against, enveloping my small bumps.

'Mmmmm... you are a pretty little girl!' she whispered into my
ear. 'You can touch me too you know.' I had been still, not
daring to move. I nervously put my arms around her waist and
returned her embrace. 'That's right,' she murmured and encircling
my slender neck with one hand she pulled my head back and kissed
me passionately. Melanie's tongue forcefully invaded my mouth,
but I was soon returning her kiss with almost equal ardour. All
worries about the other occupants of the toilets left my head.
Hitching up both our skirts she thrust her thigh against my
crotch, pulling my thigh up against her own. She rode me, kissing
me hard. I could feel her moistness through her panties. I loved
her tongue; breathing her hot breath desperately as she squeezed
my own breath from me. As she rubbed against me she put her hand
under my skirt and unfastened my garter belt. Then she roughly
pulled my panties down to my knees and did the same with her own.
I gasped at the pleasure of her thigh against my cunt and the
feel of her hairy wetness.

After some minutes of writhing against one another Melanie broke
our kiss. 'Oh Althea you lovely bitch!' she panted. 'Feel how my
cunt needs you!' She took hold of my hand and pressed it to her
vagina. 'Rub me you bitch!' I complied earnestly, amazed at the
size of her clitoris and the wet heat of her slit. 'Put your
fingers into my hole and fuck me!' she ordered. She moaned softly
as I carefully inserted two fingers into her vagina. 'More! Put
more fingers in and push up hard.' I slid in all of my fingers
sans my thumb, which I used to rub her clitoris. The walls of her
vagina gripped my hand as I fucked her. 'Oh yes!' she sighed, as
she tugged at the buttons of my blouse. She unhooked my bra and
feverishly cupped my right breast.

'Owww! You're hurting...' She snaked an arm around my head and
clamped her hand over my mouth and nose. 'Shhhh!' she hissed into
my ear. She was digging her nails into the tender flesh of my
breast. She eased the pressure a bit and whispered, 'You wouldn't
want anyone to hear you, would you?' She lifted her hand a little
so that I could breathe and answer. 'No,' I whispered back. 'Why
are you hurting me?!' I complained. Melanie's nails were bringing
tears to my eyes. 'Because...' she answered as she withdrew her
nails, 'I really...' and gently stroked my injured flesh, 'enjoy
it!' She dug her nails viciously into my left breast, clawing
at my nipple with her thumb. My cry was stifled as it began and
despite struggling desperately I could hardly move her grip, let
alone escape.

'You've stopped frigging me! Keep doing it bitch or I'll tear
your tits off!' The threat in her quiet menacing voice terrified
me even more than the pain she was inflicting. I had no idea how
far she might go. I forced myself to ignore the pain and the fact
that I was nearly suffocating. I began to pleasure her again.
'Yes, that's better.' She moved her hips to meet my hand, her
nails clawing deeper into my skin in rhythm with my hand up her
cunt. She began swapping from one breast to another, and with
each torture she tightened her control of my airway so that I
could scream unheard. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't do
anything but bear it.

The only other thing I was conscious of besides my pain, was
Melanie's enjoyment of what she was doing to me. She was adoring
the whole experience! I could literally feel her excitement every
time she hurt me. And the more she hurt me, the more she enjoyed
it. Pulling cruelly at my nipples; squeezing them and twisting
hard. She even began telling me, whispering into my ear how much
fun it was! 'Oh Althea, this is so wonderful! Your little tits
are so beautiful. So perfectly firm and high and cone shaped. You
can't imagine how good it feels to hurt them!' The pain went on
and on. I don't know how long she abused me for, but subjectively
it lasted for hours.

Finally she whispered urgently, 'are you ready Althea? I'm
nearly... nearly there!' Suddenly she transferred her grip to my
shoulders and pushed me down. I stumbled and one of my knees
collided sharply with the unyielding floor. 'Lick me! Lick me!'
she commanded, dashing my hand aside as she grabbed hold of my
hair and pulled my face against her sex. The pain in my knee was
agony, but at least my poor breasts were free from torment at
last. The way Melanie screwed my hair against my scull with her
powerful fingers was almost gentle in comparison. I opened my
mouth and tasted her cunt! Her powerful feminine odour filled my
nostrils as I sucked on her womanhood. She ground her vagina
against my mouth; fucking my face with her cunt. I ran my tongue
over her engorged labia, around the entrance of her cunt hole,
and up over her fat clitoris. The wiry hair of her thick bush
tickled my nose as I licked her.

The rough concrete scraped my knees as she moved against me. Only
a few moments passed and then she jammed her cunt hard into my
face and I felt a hot jet of liquid hit the back of my throat.
She was pissing into my mouth! My mouth was full very quickly and
I swallowed most of it. She was pissing very hard and in an
instant my mouth was full again. I swallowed as fast and as much
as I could, trying desperately to breathe through my nose. I was
almost choking in an effort to keep up. Much of her urine
streamed down my chin and neck. I could feel the shudder of her
orgasm as she used my mouth as her toilet. It went on and on. I
could hardly believe that a woman could urinate so long, or that
I could drink so much. Eventually Melanie did finish and I
swallowed the last drops of her piss.

I burst into tears, sobbing my eyes out. I wasn't sure what I
thought was going to happen when I followed Melanie, but I didn't
think I would end up bruised, bleeding and raped in a public
toilet. 'There, there. It's all over Althea.' Melanie stroked my
hair gently and made soothing noises. After pulling up her
panties she assisted me to my feet and sat me down on the toilet
seat. 'I'll be so nice to you, now that I've had my fun,' she
crooned. She kissed my forehead and each cheek, then my lips.
Softly, lightly, gently she kissed me. Her tongue slipped slowly
into my mouth. Not battering down the doors this time, but
seducing her way past my lips. She didn't seem to mind the taste
of her own piss. She crouched down and held me closely, to
protect me, not prevent me from escaping.

I gradually began to respond to her ministrations. She licked
down my chin and neck, cleaning her remaining piss as she went.
Throughout her abuse of me, my sexual feelings had not entirely
disappeared. Now my desire resurged tenfold and I hung on to her.
Then ever so tenderly she kissed my tormented breasts. Even the
gentlest brush of her lips on my bruised and lacerated flesh was
painful, but the loving care Melanie demonstrated was more than
worth it. Inch by inch she cleaned the blood and piss from my
tits. 'Is that a little better?' she asked when she had finished.
'Yes Melanie,' I answered shyly. 'Good.' Smiling she pulled my
panties down past my ankles and off. She placed them in a side
pocket of her jacket. Then she got down on her knees and lowered
her face to my vagina. I leaned back against the cistern and
parted my legs to receive her.

'Aaaaaah!' I moaned as I felt her tongue lick between my cunt
lips. 'Althea, I'd like to taste your urine. If you can, please
piss in my mouth!' Until then I had only been vaguely conscious
of a pressure in my bladder. Bringing my attention to it seemed
to immediately increase that pressure. Her words made me wild
with lust and desire to urinate. She was sucking my little
clitoris and running the tip of her tongue over my tiny pee hole.
The idea that this gorgeous amazon goddess should want to drink
my piss was astounding. I couldn't believe that I was worthy of
that honor. I panicked, suddenly wondering whether I would be
able to bring myself to release. Wanting to piss so badly, but
not daring to desecrate Melanie's beautiful mouth.

All of a sudden it was beyond my control. I was pissing! I was
pissing and orgasming down Melanie's throat! And she was
obviously loving it, gulping my piss down mouth full after mouth
full. The sensation of pissing and coming at the same time was
almost unbearably exquisite. It was as if I was ejaculating, only
urine, not semen like a man. When my bladder was finally empty,
Melanie quickly got up and pulled me to my feet. Hugging me
tightly she sealed her lips against mine and emptied the last of
my piss into my mouth. We stood there in each other's arms,
exploring each other's mouths with our tongues and sloshing my
piss back and forth between us. My urine tasted milder. Less
bitter and perhaps a little less salty. When she eventually
refused to take it back into her mouth I swallowed it, feeling
deliciously naughty to drink my own piss.

I felt something against my neck. Something hard, cold and very
sharp! I had thought I was scared before. When you are sweating
and it isn't hot; when your heart is beating so fast that you
think it may rip itself apart; when you can feel your carotid
artery pulsing against a steel blade and you think that the mere
trembling of your body may be enough to slice it open; then, you
are terrified! 'I wouldn't want you to misinterpret what just
happened. I wouldn't want you to think that we are in any way...
equal.' 'Please! Please!' was all I could whisper. 'Good... I
think you understand who is above, and who is below here.' She
held the blade against my neck for a few more seconds. I
shuddered and felt weak with relief when she took it away. My
relief was tempered by horror as I watched Melanie deftly fold an
antique straight razor and put it in her jacket pocket.

'Now, we had better make you a little more presentable.' When she
had dressed me and dabbed away my tears with her handkerchief,
she stood back at arm's length and examined me, as if checking
the turnout of a habitually untidy daughter or niece. She nodded
approvingly. Picking up her handbag, she removed an envelope and
handed it to me. Then she unlocked the toilet door, and left.

Some minutes later, sitting on a platform seat, I opened the
plain white envelope. It contained a short message, a business
card and a fifty dollar note. "Dear Althea, thank you for a most
enjoyable encounter. As you may be feeling fatigued, I have
provided money for a taxi. Thank you also for your panties." I
was almost as astounded as when I saw Melanie piss on the train.
Her self-confidence was somewhere beyond the point of arrogance!
Also... she had known my name, before she had asked me! For an
instant this last was somewhat frightening, but when I examined
her business card the fear passed. I now knew who she was too.
"Ms M. L. Wakefield, chartered accountant. Brownburry, Wakefield
& Horton Ltd." Surely she couldn't mean me any real harm, despite
the way she had abused me. As I rode up the escalator, feeling
very conscious of the breezes wafting up under my skirt and the
pain in my breasts, I caught sight of my reflection in a passing
advert frame. I was grinning, like an idiot in love!


                     -- To Be Continued --


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