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Moving Day by Bob Peale (1/3)
EXHIB,VOY,MAST,M/F,M/M/M/F


"Where the hell are the movers?" Andrea muttered to herself as she 
made the millionth circuit around her condo, checking for anything 
she might have missed.

She'd been in DC for 6 years now, first as an undergraduate, then 
as a graduate student, and she was ready to go!  For the most part, 
the entire experience had been miserable.	Born to a family with 
ties to Kentucky that went back to its original settlement, Andrea 
was a true southern belle; she'd only gone north because her father 
believed that being schooled in a city like Washington or New York 
would round her out and make her a more capable manager once he 
brought her aboard as a director with his company.  There was no way 
she was going to college in New York; just the thought of that city
scared her silly. She thought that going to college in Washington 
would be a lot like going to school in Kentucky.  After all, it was 
right next to Virginia wasn't it?

She soon found out how wrong she'd been.  Most of the students were 
as wealthy as she was, but few were as bright.  There was also a 
large population of kids from other countries who had be sent there 
to be exposed to American culture.  The overweight, bookish little 
southerner never quite fit in with either group.

And there also wasn't much to the city, either.  Sure, it was the 
nation's capitol, but no one ever seemed interested in exploring it 
with her.  Her suggestions to go sight seeing were ridiculed by her 
classmates, and whenever she ventured out on her own she was bothered 
and bullied by street people.

At the end of her first semester, she begged her father to let her 
transfer to a school back home, or at least to one in Georgia or 
North Carolina.   He refused, but bought her a condo and a car to 
help ease her pain.

Senior year, with the end to her misery in sight, her father threw 
her a new curve; he wanted her to attend business school in Washington 
also.  His company was growing overseas, and several schools with 
excellent international business programs were located there.  Again 
she cried and begged, but in the end, he got his way, and she got a 
bigger condo and a larger car for her troubles.

Resigned, Andrea threw herself equally into her studies and exercise.  
When she wasn't in the library, she was in the gym or outside jogging.  
She quickly worked her way to the top of her class, and by the middle 
of her second year, she'd managed to reduce herself from a size 14 to 
a size 4.

Although the rest of her shrunk, her chest remained the same size.  
Even after such a dramatic weight loss, she still wore a 38D bra.  
Standing 5'3", her tits attracted a lot more attention now then they 
had when she'd been fat.  Pulling her shoulder length brown hair back 
(her normal hairstyle) only accentuated them more.	All her life, 
her blue eyes had been her best feature; now they were a distant 
second.

She'd developed a reputation for being a bitch as an undergraduate, 
and now that she was sought after, her attitude grew even worse.  
Scarred by the last five years, she wanted nothing to do with anyone 
on campus, and went out of her way to crucify anyone stupid enough to 
ask her out on a date.

Unfortunately (for her), the constant exercise made her constantly 
horny.  Still a virgin, sex was a huge mystery to her.  She hadn't 
grown up in a household where you could talk openly with your parents 
once you felt your first tingle.  In fact, the only boy that'd ever 
kissed her was her senior prom date, and that had been obligatory 
because she paid for everything.

By the end of her second year of business school, it seemed that all 
she could think of was sex, or at least what she imagined it would be 
like.  Often, she would wake up in the morning with her pussy damp 
and sticky, and would dash into the bathroom to take the first of 2 
or 3 cold showers that day.

Last week Andrea reached a boiling part, and decided give in.  
Driving 2 hours into Maryland, almost to the Pennsylvania state line, 
she located a library and quickly flipped through the telephone book 
until she located the section for adult bookstores.  She wrote down 
the telephone number and called for directions from her car.

Nervous that she might be recognized, Andrea parked three blocks away 
and, donning sunglasses and a baseball cap, walked quickly to the 
store.  Inside, she removed the sunglasses so she could see in the 
dim light better.

"Can I help you?" a voice asked from above her, causing her to jump.

She looked up and saw a grizzled old man staring down at her from 
behind a counter, his gaze lingering just a little too long over 
her tits before returning to her face.

"No thank you," she said in a small voice.  "I'm just looking."

The man shrugged and went back to reading his book, but only after 
taking one last leer.

Andrea wandered up and down the aisles, amazed at the kinks and 
perversions displayed on the shelves.  There were books and movies 
about every subject imaginable, and more implements than she 
actually knew what to do with.  She stopped in the aisle filled 
with rubber penises, in all sorts of shapes, sizes and colors.  
She picked up a purple one that was as long as her arm with a tip 
as big as her fist and studied it, examining every ridge and
wrinkle.

"That's kind of big for such a little girl, don't you think?"

Andrea let out a little shout, whipping her head around in the 
direction of the voice. It belonged to a smirking redheaded woman 
dressed in business attire.

"It's not for...I mean, I don't need...I wasn't," she stammered as 
the woman's smirk turned into a genuine smile.

"Relax, honey.  I was only kidding," the woman said in soothing 
voice.

Andrea turned bright red and returned the dildo to the shelf, 
backing slowly out of the aisle.

"Hey," the woman said, reaching out and pulling her back toward 
the display, "I wasn't trying to spoil your fun!"

Andrea tried halfheartedly to pull free.  "Ma'am, please leave me 
be.  Don't make a scene; I'm embarrassed enough."

Her protests only made the woman pull more firmly.  "I'll bet 
you've never even seen one before, have you?"

Andrea stared down at her shoes and shook her head.

"That's what I thought!"

As Andrea blushed a deep red, the woman laughed out loud.  Even 
the man behind the counter chuckled.

"Let's see," she said, studying the assortment for several 
minutes before pulling one off a hook.  "This ought to do.  I 
keep one like this in my desk for emergencies.  It's good for a 
start, but after a while, I need more," she said, handing a compact 
white dildo to Andrea that was 6" long and 2" around.

Andrea took it without meeting the woman's eyes.  However, the 
woman's next question made her snap her head up and stare at her in 
disbelief.

"Have you ever seen anybody use one?" she asked casually.

Andrea couldn't even speak.  She just stared at the woman, her mouth 
agape.  The woman sighed and took her by the wrist.

"Come on then," she said.  "These things don't really come with an 
instruction manual."

Still stunned, Andrea mutely let herself be led to the back of the 
store and a corridor lined with closed doors.  The woman studied each 
of them for a second before finally opening one and going inside, 
pulling Andrea in after her.  She gestured toward stained bench 
facing a large TV screen.

"OK, now just sit back and watch."

The woman took a seat next to her, leaned forward, and swiped a card 
in a slot next to the screen.  Instantly it sprung to life and quickly 
filled with naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts.  Andrea 
squirmed in her seat, her crotch getting wet, not sure what this woman 
expected of her.  She looked over and saw that she was leaning back, 
staring intently at the screen.  Her mouth was open, and her breathing 
mirrored the panting on the screen.

While Andrea continued to watch, the woman began to play with her 
nipples through her blouse.  As the action onscreen heated up, the 
woman unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and vigorously massaged 
her tits, squeezing and kneading them, stopping every once in a while 
to rub her nipples.

Between the action onscreen and the show next to her, Andrea's panties 
were soaked through.  She was so much wetter then she'd ever been as a 
result of one of her dreams or thoughts.	It felt like her center seam 
was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her pussy lips 
swelled from arousal.  She reached down to try to pull it out and 
shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a jolt 
from her pussy to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her nipples.

The woman next to her hiked up her skirt, and Andrea saw that she 
wasn't wearing stockings or underwear.  Her pussy was a shaved bare, a 
glistening, swollen split between her legs, and her tits were covered 
with marks from her own hands.

Onscreen, a woman took an enormous cock in her mouth, while the woman 
next to Andrea humped the air and fumbled around in her purse.  By the 
time she'd located a pink dildo 10" long and three fingers thick, the 
woman onscreen was on all fours sucking on the cock while getting 
rammed from behind.

Propping her feet up on the wall across from them, the woman next to 
Andrea used one hand to spread her pussy lips wide while she used the 
other to work in the head of the plastic shaft.  Once it was firmly in 
place, she used both hands to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy, 
increasing her pace to match the fucking they were watching.  When the 
woman onscreen collapsed, seized by her orgasm, still impaled on the 
cock behind her, the woman next to Andrea jammed her dildo all the way 
in, then started to shake and mumble.  By the time she had quieted down, 
the screen was black.

The crotch of Andrea's jeans was actually dripping wet, creating a small
puddle under her on the bench.	Her nipples felt like they were 
trying to rip through her shirt, and the slightest movement made her 
pussy twitch.  The woman looked over and smiled.

"Now that's how you use a dildo!"  she said as she removed it and placed 
it back in her purse.

Standing, she buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down and left.  It 
took Andrea a few minutes to collect her wits and exit the booth, but 
when she got up toward the front, the woman handed her a paper bag and 
motioned for her to follow her outside.

Climbing into a car parked out front, she said, "I grabbed a few things 
that I thought you might need.  My treat."

After she'd pulled off, Andrea opened the bag and rummaged around.  
Inside, there were two videos, the dildo the woman had picked out for 
her, a large vibrator, and a few magazines.  At the very bottom was a 
folded piece of white paper.

"That was a rush!" it read.  "If you live around here, give me a call.  
I come up here a lot, and I'd like to show you 'other' things, too."  
It was signed Sharon, with a DC telephone number.

Andrea walked back to her car, a mid sized SUV, kicked off her shoes, 
and climbed in.  She loved driving barefoot because it felt strangely 
erotic; today that feeling was multiplied a hundred times.  She 
couldn't stop thinking about the store.  Unconsciously, she began to 
rub her crotch, and after 45 minutes was so horny she couldn't see 
straight, and pulled into the first Travelers' Aid station she could 
find. Thankfully, it was one of the unmanned ones that consisted of a 
parking spaces and a restroom.  It was almost deserted; there were 
only two cars parked outside.  Grabbing the dildo out of the bag, she 
hopped out and ran to the Ladies' Room.

The stall doors had been removed as a safety precaution, so she could 
see that she was alone.  She hurried to the last stall and stripped 
down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her.  Her nipples got 
even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly.  Ripping 
the dildo from the packaging, and sat down hard on the toilet and 
teased her nipples with the tip.  She trembled as strong sensations 
overpowered her, travelling from her tits to all the way down to her 
pussy.  Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs
rapidly.

Slowly she moved the dildo down her stomach, pressing it firmly 
against her clit; she screamed, unprepared for the intense feeling of 
pleasure it caused.  Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time 
but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short 
gasps.

She closed her eyes and spread her pussy lips the way she saw the 
woman do this afternoon.  Sliding tip of the dildo into her pussy, 
she was surprised when it met resistance just past the entrance.	She 
pushed a little harder, but still couldn't move it any further.  
Agitated, she scooted forward, bracing her feet against the front of 
the stall, sliding it in and out frantically.  One thrust finally 
pushed deeper, accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike 
she'd ever felt before.  She squeezed her eyes tighter as the room 
began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to 
continue her movements.

When it subsided, she gingerly eased the dildo out and examined it, 
dropping her legs to the ground.  Alarmed, she noticed that it was 
coated with a thin reddish sheen.  Her eyes widened in panic.

"Don't worry.  That just means you popped your cherry."

For the third time today, an unexpected voice startled her.  She 
jumped up off the toilet, letting the dildo fall to the floor, very 
aware that she was standing there naked in a deserted bathroom by 
the side of the road.

A man approached her from across the room where he'd been perched 
on a sink, quietly watching her work herself into a frenzy.  She 
tried to bend down and pick up her clothes, but he grabbed her by 
the shoulders and raised her back up.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

"P-p-p-icking up m-m-m-my clothes," she stuttered.

The man shook his head.  "Uh, uh.  Wrong answer," he said, pressing 
down on her shoulders until she sat back on the toilet.

She started to tremble again, only this ime it wasn't caused by 
arousal.

"I think I'm hurt.  I'm bleeding inside," she said, looking up 
fearfully.

The man nodded.  "That's normal your first time.  It will get better, 
believe me.  Now pick up your toy and continue what you were doing.  
You'll forget all about the pain."

She just sat there, trying to control the shaking.

"Look, it's you're choice.  Either you pick it up, or I will," he 
said calmly, but the menace in his voice was obvious.  "Only there's 
no telling what I might do with it," he added.

"But what if someone comes in?" she asked, wishing it true.

He smiled.  "I doubt it.  The door is locked from the inside, and I 
hung an 'Out of Order' sign on it.  I'm afraid it's just you and me."

Scared out of her mind, she bit down on her lower lip and began to rub 
the dildo over her clit.  She closed her eyes and thought about the 
movie she'd seen, trying to forget the man standing there watching her.  
Soon, her clit hardened, and it wasn't long before it was throbbing 
again.  Raising her legs back up agaist the front of the stall, she 
tentatively pushed the tip of the dildo back in her pussy, bracing 
herself for the pain she'd felt before.  It slid deep the first time, 
and she noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as she remembered.  She 
paused, letting it pass, then pumped slowly as it receded until she 
was able to slide the whole 6" in without any discomfort.

She didn't know the man was standing between her legs until she felt 
his hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, she came face to crotch with 
her first real cock.  It was thicker than the fake one in her hand, 
but about the same length.

"Put your legs on the ground," the man said, pressing down on her 
knees.

She planted her feet on either side of the toilet, which forced her 
to lean forward into his crotch.

"Don't just sit there, stupid.  Suck it!" he hissed.

Instinctively, she stuck her tongue out and teased the head, drawing 
long, slow lines along the shaft.  He rocked back and forth, rubbing 
his cock in her face.  When she sensed he was getting frustrated, she 
reached up and took the head in her mouth.  Again going on instinct, 
she sucked hard on the head, making it swell larger in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted.

She worked it into her mouth, sucking a little more in, until it hit 
the back of her throat.  She pistoned  her head, sucking hard the 
whole way and creating the tightest pussy he'd ever felt.  Reaching 
down, he grabbed her head to hold it still, which allowed him to stuff 
more of his cock in her mouth.  She started to cough.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."

It took her a few minutes to get the rhythm right, but eventually she 
could take him down her throat without choking.  With the man holding 
her by her head, her hands were free to resume playing with the dildo.  
Sitting in this position, the shaft rubbed roughly against her clit 
when she pulled it out, which made her pussy wet and slippery, helping 
the dildo slide in deeper and faster.  She was moaning in short bursts 
now, which caused the cock in her mouth to vibrate, and the man to 
started to moan also.  This made her hotter, and she pumped the dildo 
faster and sucked harder on his cock.

About this time she felt a weird feeling building in the pit of her
stomach, radiating out and making her more sensitive by the minute.  
Every time the dildo brushed her clit, the feeling spread a little 
farther and grew a little stronger.  Her nipples felt like they would 
explode, and her moans were now a low steady hum.

Without any warning her breath hitched deep in her chest and she 
sucked the man's cock all the way in up to the base.  Simultaneously, 
she felt a rush of heat spread through her pussy, her tits, her ass, 
all over.  She must have sucked real hard, because the cock in her 
mouth suddenly erupted, spraying stream after stream of cum into her 
mouth, filling it, down her throat, dribbling over her chin.  With a 
final thrust she buried the dildo all the way in her pussy, and tried 
to hold still as she rode the crest of her first orgasm.  Her clit 
was so sensitive at this point that when it brushed the dildo this 
last time her legs buckled and she fell forward, forcing the softening 
cock deeper in her mouth.  When he'd stopped pumping cum, the man 
leaned her back against the toilet as removed his cock from her mouth.  
Still in a daze, she didn't hear him leave the bathroom.


End of Part 1.


I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  I am 
currently at work on others that will be posted as soon as they are 
finished.  Thank you for all of the constructive comments and words of 
encouragement.  If you have story ideas, feel free to email them to me; 
I can't promise anything, but I'm always looking for things to write about.

As always, please drop me a line with your comments.
