Rose Petal's, Lunchtime Aftermath

Rose found that her lunch time activity had been especially satisfying.  Typically,  she didn't have enough time to fill her stomach in the cafeteria.  With all the running around she had to do, she was general left with about 20 minutes.  Today, however, she was quite full.  She was also very glad that her next period was P.E.  Not because she had a yen for volleyball but because she badly needed a shower.  This was due ironically to her lunch time activity.  P.E. had been more or less a fuck off class since the beginning of the semester.  The teacher, Miss Donnelley had been plagued with "personal issues" for several weeks and had missed more days than not.  Since it was a senior elective class, apparently the administration hadn't considered it important enough to pay a substitute to fill in for Miss Donnelley. Therefore, it was left up to the students to fill the hour however they deemed useful.

Returning to her locker before class,  a couple of guys had related this to her by holding their noses and making barnyard noises. "Guys are idiots", Rose proclaimed to herself assuredly.  Ok, it was common sense that she would need to at least clean up after engaging in such an act.  Consuming feces often produces a lingering odor.  "It's one of the side effect's, Rose thought, then giggled.   She had been in such a daze upon leaving the rest room that vanity had been ignored.  

Rose shook her head in mock disdain.  "Your a smart girl Rosy.  You just need to wake up".  
She grabbed a tissue from the shelf in her locker and wiped her lips.  Looking at the tissue, she gasped and nearly burst out laughing.  The tissue was dark brown.  Thinking to herself,  "that color looks familiar.  Where have I seen it before? My God, I must look frightful!  Oh well, everyone's wearing dark this year.  They'll just think it's lipstick."  Realizing that this reaction wasn't typical for her, she sensed that she was not yet herself.

She slammed her locker door shut and walked calmly toward the gym.   On the way, she saw several students that she recognized.  Those who were friends occasionally greeted her warmly.  Rose acknowledged these with what seemed to her like a mechanical smile, as if she were an automaton.  The feeling wasn't unpleasant, just strange.   "With a little practice," she thought, "this ability to leave my body might prove useful." 

She was approaching the hallway where the entrance to the gym was located.  Just as she rounded the corner to this hall, she collided with someone and books flew everywhere.  Amidst a flurry of apologies, she recognized Beth, a large girl whom she knew only slightly.  Assisting her in collecting belongings, she was aware of Beth making serious eye contact.  Both girls continued verbalizing apologies to the point of self deprecation.  Particularly Beth, who made the comment, "I'm such an idiot.  I wasn't even looking where I was going.  I'm so sorry Rose. Are you sure your OK?" 

Truthfully, the collision had been a little painful, as one of the books had caught her arm.  Rubbing the spot,  she replied, "My arm does hurt a little.  I think one of your books jabbed me."  

Genuine concern appeared on Beth's face as she looked at the bruise on Rose's arm.  "That does look sore.  I'm so sorry.  I have some stuff in my gym locker that I use all the time.  It's great. Let me get it for you."  

Rose replied, "Won't you be late for class?" 

Beth said, "I'm finished for the day, work study."

As Rose followed Beth into the locker room, familiarity flooded her senses, invoking significant memories.  She realized that the events related to these memories were only casually associated with the present environment.  Many of them were not actual events but only existed in the world of Rose's fantasies.  

She was suddenly aware of standing beside Beth as the girl rummaged in her locker.  "Here it is".  Rose noticed a small tube in Beth's hand.  "Lets go in the shower room.  There's tissues and stuff in there".  Rose followed her into the next room which contained 6 individual shower stalls with adjoining areas for dressing.  A large mirror filled an adjacent wall, while the toilet stalls filled the opposite end of the large room.  "Lets go in here where you can sit on the bench." Beth grabbed one of the boxes of tissue in front of the mirror and moved to the nearest shower.
 
Rose sat on the bench inside the shower stall and Beth sat beside her.   Opening the tube of ointment, she motioned for Rose to present her injury to her.  Immediately Rose realized that her hurt shoulder was the one farthest from Beth.   Though normally she would have suggested switching places,   Rose's sense of logic had temporarily departed.   It seemed very natural for Beth to reach across her to apply the medicine.  

"How does that feel?", Beth inquired softly.  Rose had to return her focus to her shoulder to address the question.  "Feels nice, really nice."   Rose felt certain that Beth was aware of the effect she was having on her.  In reaching across her,  Beth had pressed her breasts firmly onto Rose's.  Initially, the action had seemed inadvertent but it quickly became obvious that this was not the case.   The precise positioning along with the firm massaging motion was the real giveaway.

Beth ceased her undulations and reached out to close and lock the shower door.  Without a word,  she pulled her shirt over her head in one motion and dropped it on the floor.  Reaching behind her, she unfastened the sizable  bra she was wearing.  "Burgundy," thought Rose.  "I like burgundy".  Beth's breasts were huge.   Rose guessed she must be a D cup if not larger.  Her mind was actually going over this, instead of being in the reality of the situation.   She also noticed a sheen between her breasts and realized that it was perspiration.  

Rose's mind was jerked suddenly into the present, as she felt Beth's hand behind her head.  Grasping Rose's hair, she forced her face between her sopping mammaries.   Beth then slid Rose's mouth over one of her nipples as she gasped, "suck me".  Eager to comply,  Rose parted her lips and began sucking greedily.  Rose could feel the girl's hot breath on her neck and face.  Beth was in control and Rose loved it.  She had always known that she preferred the slave role rather than the master during sex.  This knowledge was more intellectual than experiential, based on her limited experience. 

She heard Beth whisper, "lick my boobs all over" and she proceeded to do just that.  Using the back of Rose's hair as a handle, Beth guided her head in a circular motion around each mountainous breast, covering every inch of her cushiony loveliness.  Rose kept her tongue fully extended and slightly flattened, to provide as much contact as possible.  She imagined herself as a sponge, her only purpose being to clean the nasty sweat away.  Following a very thorough tongue bath on Beth's chest area,  Rose felt her ease up on the hair pulling.

Rose saw Beth raise her free arm and immediately knew what was coming.  Beth pushed Rose's face under her extended arm.  "Lick my smelly pit," she insisted.   "This is new", thought Rose.  "Very nasty, but in a different way".   It was definitely nasty.   There was no hint of deodorant, which no doubt would have been worse.   Rose focused on the pungent, salty taste and felt herself drifting into her fantasy world.  It was here that all boundaries dissolved and the only reality was all consuming lust.  

Apparently feeling that the one armpit was licked to satisfaction, Beth managed to switch control of Rose to the other hand.  She then repeated the action with the opposite armpit.  This time it seemed to Rose that she was more forceful as she pressed her face and tongue into her sweaty hollow.  She was basically using Rose's face as the sponge rather than just her tongue.  Beth was a strong girl and in her enthusiasm, Rose's nose was nearly flattened at times, making breathing difficult.  Fortunately for Rose,  she had some experience in limiting her breathing during sexual activity.

Beth jerked Rose's head away from her armpit and took advantage of her extended tongue by sucking it into her own mouth.  She proceeded to perform a kind of fellatio on Rose's tongue, inhaling it as far as possible down her throat, then while squeezing it with her lips she let it slide slowly out, almost to the end, before repeating the act. Rose felt as if her tongue were being ripped out by the roots, though it was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced.  Beth was treating her tongue as if it were her possession.  Her face bore an expression of the most supreme ecstasy, as if she were partaking of the most delicious popsicle imaginable.  

Rose was finally able to relax and enjoy begin "done to".  What she had experienced with Beth had produced sensations that were unfamiliar though exhilarating.  Beth had taken complete control of her in a way that seemed to connect with a deep longing inside her.  Rose was somewhat familiar with the master/slave relationship in sex, though only from the limited reading she done online.  These new feelings increased her curiosity about the subject.  It was as if Beth had found a hidden part of her containing such intense lust, that only the most degrading behavior would satisfy it. Rose began to desire to be used in ways that had never before entered her mind. 

Following this revelation, she imagined a scenario in which she was forced to devour the waste from Beth's ass, followed by a mandatory ass cleaning with her tongue. Though she had experienced eating another's shit twice previously, each time had been on her initiative. 

Beth finally released Rose's tongue. She then began using her own tongue to bathe Rose's face thoroughly.  Rose closed her eyes and continued the fantasy. 

Rose was by now aware that Beth had a very aggressive nature.  It seemed that this forcefulness was part of everything she did.  When she began licking Rose's face, she used her tongue as if she were trying to remove a stubborn stain.  Rose found her dominance very arousing as it corresponded nicely with the imagined scenario she was enjoying. Beth's tongue entered each of her nostrils, causing Rose to gasp in surprise.  This was unexpected, though highly pleasurable.  The warm, wet member plunged deeply, inhibiting her air momentarily and forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. 

Beth was very thorough in her tongue bathing. Following Rose's nostril's, she began an equally stringent ear cleaning.  It was amazing that her thick tongue could penetrate so deeply into Rose's ear canal. Beth was somehow able to force her tongue as deeply as Rose herself when using Q-tips following her morning shower.  This, however was much more enjoyable, because it was so warm and wet. It was safer too, Rose realized with a smile.  She was recalling one of the weird momism's she had heard since infancy. "Never clean your ears with anything small, like a Q-tip." What was weird about sayings like that was that everyone did it.  

 Rose was so distracted by the ear probing that she was unable to continue her fantasy.  Her ears had always been very sensitive and this was the first time she had been pleasured in this way.  She thought that with a little additional stimulation in the right place, she could climax in seconds. "This girl has got such a tongue on her", Rose thought, "She's like Super tongue".  Rose imagined how that tongue would feel if it were thrust deep into her asshole. 

 Beth finally withdrew her tongue and moved away from Rose a bit.  Reaching out, she grasped Rose by the chin gently and gazed directly into her eyes.  The sudden intensity which was reflected in this move chilled Rose thoroughly, while at the same time initiating a kind of shockwave, beginning in the vicinity of her nether crevices and emanating to her extremities. 

 Rose sensed that Beth had assumed a position of total power by this action.  Something about the girl commanded attention and a desire for servitude.  her presence and demeanor alone, reflected this.  Rose felt faint and was aware that she was breathing heavily.   She thought that she might be actually trembling.  She was certain that she had lost the ability to speak.

  She heard the whispering voice that was Beth, though it seemed that her lips did not move.  "Get on your knees before me". She released Roses chin and moved the hand atop her head.  Rose felt the hand pushing her down, so she carefully lowered herself to her knees. 

 She was aware of the hard concrete floor but surprisingly there was no discomfort. The voice continued, "I need to piss really bad and I just don't feel like walking to the toilet. I'm going to need you to drink my piss."

  As Beth was speaking, she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, along with her panties.  "Take them off of me".  She slipped off her sandals and allowed Rose to pull the clothing over her feet, first one then the other. 

 "Fold them and lay them on the bench".  Beth was not speaking to her in a belligerent or aggressive manner. Rose was simply compelled to do as she was told.  She felt as a worshipful subject, simply paying homage to her deserving goddess.

 Beth reached out and grasped Rose's hair.  With characteristic force, she pulled Rose's head, face first, toward her. This was so sudden that Rose nearly lost her balance.  She quickly slid forward on her knees to keep from falling.  This time she did feel the concrete as it slid against her bare knees. Strangely, she was aware of the pain but not as an unpleasant sensation. 

 Beth spread her legs wide enough to allow Rose's head to fit between them. The Goddess spoke, "Open your mouth as wide as you can." Rose complied, fearing her jaws pop as they stretched.  Her face was maneuvered so that her mouth covered Beth's urethra and much of the surrounding area. There was dark curly hair extending over the entire area between her legs. 

"Ok, you need to began swallowing as soon as I start pissing cause it usually comes fast." Rose was contemplating whether she should respond something when she felt a stream of hot, bitter liquid splash against the back of her throat.  It caught her off guard as this was unfamiliar territory for her.  She immediately began swallowing as rapidly as she could.  She soon realized that she was not able to keep up with the flow of urine.  Before she could finish swallowing, her mouth was full and overflowing with the rancid tasting fluid.

 She felt it spilling down her chin, down her throat and seeping into her bra. She felt a burning sensation creeping onto the top of her breasts and her nipples. She was only vaguely aware of this, however, as her main focus was pleasing her Goddess.  It suddenly occurred to her that if she could relax her throat and allow the piss to flow down it, the swallowing would be unnecessary. It was how those porn actresses managed the "deep throat" phenomenon. 

 In reality, this is extremely difficult for most people.  However, Rose has a natural affinity for any activities requiring a suppression of responses such as taste, smell, gag reflex, etc... 

 She found it quite simple to follow through on this discovery. The flow of piss continued, even increasing.  "This is no ordinary Goddess, this is a fucking horse"! Rose thought.  However, every drop of liquid went over her tongue and directly down her throat into her rapidly filling stomach. 

 Beth increased the pressure against Rose's mouth, by simultaneously, pulling up on her hair and pushing down with her pelvis.  Rose knew that the action was unnecessary at this point, as she felt that she had perfected the "deep throat" technique to the extent that spillage wasn't a problem.  It was most likely Beth's natural aggressive tendencies working overtime.  

 It was about this time that Rose began wondering if Beth had secretly attached a hose to her ass. Finally, the stream began to ebb. It stopped for a second, then another stream, then a pause, an especially powerful gush as Beth pushed the last bit into Rose's mouth. Beth released her hold on Rose and stood up. "Thanks bunches.  That was so much easier than walking across the room".  

 Rose was out of breath from the effort, and remained on her knees, recovering her composure. Though she had managed to satisfy Beth's toilet needs, her breathing had been severely restricted for 2 or 3 minutes.  The few breaths she had managed had been through her nose. 

 The intensity of the act had drawn her attention away from elements such as breathing. She now felt very dizzy from the lack of air and felt compelled to place her head in her arms on the bench while she took deep gasping breaths.  

 She noticed that Beth had retrieved her jeans and top and was already nearly dressed.  She finished dressing and slipped on her sandals. "See ya girl", Beth said. She quickly slid the latch on the door and exited the stall.