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One night in the terminal room
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A NIGHT IN A TERMINAL ROOM
The terminal room was cold and lonely. Only the dim glow of the VT-100
terminal on the table could be seen in the dark. The air-conditioning
was humming somewhere... one can never tell exactly where. I was
sitting there, chatting on the Internet Relay Chat quietly, feeling
kind of depressed. I was the last one that night. The janitor hadn't
noticed me, sitting in the back corner of the room, and had turned off
the lights. I hadn't bothered getting up... so here I was, alone in
the dark.
The exam hadn't gone all that great earlier in the afternoon. In fact,
like hell it was. Electronic Measurement Technologies... shit! I could
as well get drunk, I thought, and opened my blue backpack. It revealed
a large bottle of Doctor's Special. That was just what I needed,
although I didn't like Doctor's that much. Anything would do
tonight...
So passed the time... hour after hour... why am I doing this exactly?
I was thinking of all the other guys in the IRC.. are they like me?
Suddenly I was feeling sick. Anyway, I kept on telling those lousy
jokes, and tentatively laughing to the others... oh, God, should I get
myself going and pass out at home instead of here?
Just as I had made the decision about leaving the University, I heard
some noise coming out of the hallway. The door! Somebody else was
coming this way! The steps came closer. I couldn't see who's coming
through the glass walls of the terminal room yet, but I could already
hear voices. Female voices. What the hell are THEY doing here at 22
PM? Just a few steps more and I could see them. They were probably on
their way to the bulletin boards.. No! They stopped just outside of
the dark terminal room... chatting with each other. I could see them
strangely well, in the bright light of the hallway. Their voices were
too quiet to know what they were talking about, the glass wall was too
thick and they were chatting with low voices.
I had seen them before, just couldn't remember where. They really
weren't the kind you would be likely to forget! The taller one had a
dark brown, wavy hair, flowing down to her shoulders... she made a
very definite impression of a young woman, who EXACTLY knows what she
wants Each and every hair was exactly where it should be. The light
make-up was definite and almost unnoticeable, but did its job just as
it should, bringing up the best of her characteristics. Actually, she
was really beautiful, I just realized! Her breasts were quite
noticeable under her shirt, and waist was slim, the stylish, tight
skirt revealing beautiful legs, covered by almost black stockings.
Some package, I thought...
The other one (and the younger one, I presumed), was almost the
opposite. Her blonde hair was growing wild,and her apperarance was
really exciting... one could easily see she didn't much care how they
looked. She was wearing old tennis shoes, the laces open, worn-out
jeans and a pullover. This girl wouldn't hold back, I thought
silently. She would really let go, and have a good time whenever and
wherever she'd like to!
Suddenly I was feeling ashamed. Here I was, like some kind of peeping
tom, looking at these beautiful creatures. And I already thought I
knew them better than they knew themselves... I blushed of shame.
Shit, I didn't even know their names! My imagination had fooled me
again. And I was a little bit drunk. Suddenly I felt I should leave
the room, walk out of the terminal room, probably scaring them a bit,
smell their perfumes while passing them in the hallway, leaving the
University. Cycling home. Passing out. Something made me sit tight,
however. Didn't much care of the IRC any more.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door of the terminal room. It
opened! They were coming in here! Oh, Christ... what will they think
of me when they see me there, sitting in the dark, drinking bad
whisky, and staring at the terminal? I would have lost them.. another
stupid idea.. how could I lose something I didn't have?
Something wasn't right. The lights were still turned off. Why didn't
they turn them on? The terminal room was divided into different
sections with interior walls, about four feet high. I couldn't see
them while sitting at the terminal. However, the noices I heard made
my ears blush! They were behind the wall in front of my terminal.
There, on the other side. Less than six feet away. I could hear them
clearly. They were talking about a guy in their English class. I had
never heard such talk. Maybe girls do talk about men like that when
they are with each other. I wouldn't know.
They went through each and every part of his body... and I was
listening. This was really interesting. And what else could I have
done? I couldn't reveal myself... how could I have? Their voices were
growing lower and more excited when they went through various parts of
his anatomy.
Too low. Too excited. What the hell was going on behind that wall? I
was getting enormously curious. How could I take a peek at them
without getting noticed? What if I crawled at the other end of the
wall and looked from there? The very moment the thought had come into
my mind I realized how ridiculous it was. Crawling at the floor! No
way... Somehow I found myself crawling at the floor in less than five
minutes. I just couldn't stand it! My curiosity grew just unbearable.
The end of the wall. I could hear nothing. What's happening? Slowly I
kneeled and took a peek at behind the wall. Two legs were standing
approximately one foot before my very eyes. SHIT! I could hear a soft,
slightly mocking voice:
- Oh, but Ann, look what we have here...
I slowly raised my look - and I saw her green, deep eyes, and her red,
moist, half-opened lips. Her skirt was at the floor, and she was
wearing only small, white pants. I noticed a wet spot in the front.
- Oh, I think Ann doesn't hear us. Well, you must be Luru.. my name
is Michel.. get up there, now..
She took my hand and lead me closer to the terminal Ann was sitting
at. It was only now that I noticed, that she was wearing no jeans. Her
hand was between her legs, inside her panties. Her eyes were closed,
and she was breathing heavily. Her fingers slowly moved between her
legs, and she was moaning quietly.
- Sit down, Luru, don't let us bother.. you can look if you want to..
your turn will come later.
Slowly Michel put her hand under Ann's pullover, lifting it up so that
her hands could reach Ann's small breasts. She began to caress them
softly.
- She's having a really good time, now, you know... and we wouldn't
like to stop her, would we now?
At this time I happened to gaze at the screen at her terminal. She was
also in the Chat, on a private channel.
- Yes, she's chatting with a guy from Tampere. I've seen you, too, in
the channels... naughty talks.. well, we're gonna find out yet...
She grinned at me playfully, moistening her lips with her tongue. I
was appalled. My head was feeling light, and I simply couldn't believe
all this was happening. I got a long sip of my Doctor's, and started
to feel a little more encouraged. Well, what the hell? This kind of
things don't happen every day!
While we were talking, Ann's breathing had grown heavier, and now her
hands were really working between her legs. The moaning was louder,
too, and her other hand had moved to her breasts.
I had never seen anything like this before. I was having an enormous
hard-on. Suddenly, Ann's movements became almost violent, while she
was wriggling on the chair. She was arching so that she was touching
only the back of the chair, gasping breath. That was beautiful! I
couldn't believe it! She cried out loud, and her movements gradually
stopped. I couldn't let my eyes off her. The expression at her face
was unbelievable, her eyes still closed, lips half-open, her nostrils
quivering a little. Her hand was still between her legs.
I didn't have time to look at her any longer, though.
- Well, what should we do about our little peeping tom here, Ann...?
Now she seemed to notice me at the first time.
- Oh.. hello, Luru..
Michel came closer and lifted me up from the chair. There I was,
standing in front of her, gazing at her eyes. She put her hands at my
face, caressing my cheek, my ears. Her look was getting kind of
distant, and her cheek-bones were developing a slight reddish tone.
She took my hand and put it on her chest, and gave me a quick and
gentle kiss behind my ear, and at my lips.
She kneeled down, bringing her hands down my neck to my chest and my
flat stomach (Ha!). With an almost violent grasp she lifted up my
T-shirt off my jeans. I shuddered, when she kissed me at my stomach,
her hands caressing my back and sides. Her kisses became lower and
lower... until her lips touched my jeans. She didn't care, but
continued downwards with her kisses, without taking off my jeans. Her
touch was light, I could barely feel her lips on my hardened cock. The
sensation was unbelievable.
By this time, Ann had moved behind me, and grabbed me from my chest,
starting to kiss my neck. Eating my neck, I would rather say... her
touch wasn't at all that gentle!
- Well, well, Luru, now we're gonna see if there's any truth in your
stories in the IRC..
With one violent move she pushed me at the table where I hit a poor
VT-100 terminal. I couldn't believe there was that much power in a
small girl like her! Michel was with her at the moment. Together they
forced me to sit down at the chair. All the time their hands were
travelling up and down my body, making me almost crazy of lust. Michel
opened up my jeans and violently grasped them off.
Ann grabbed a cable off the printer at the corner of the room.
Together they bent my hands behind my back and tied me up to the back
of the chair. My hands were hurting! That cable was tight! Soon I had
something else to think about, though.
Michel climbed on the terminal table and sat on the tube, spreading
her legs. Ann put her hand on Michel's pants and asked gently:
- Wanna take them off, dear?
Michel nodded quietly. She put her legs back together, still sitting
on the terminal. While Ann was removing her pants, she took off her
shirt. She had a really stylish bra, a black one with laces and
everything. She took it off and caressed her breasts softly.
Now Ann pushed the chair I was sitting on closer to the terminal (and
Michel). I could already smell her juices and feel her warmth at my
face. Her pubic hair was tickling at my nose. She spread her legs
again and Ann pushed my chair so that I could reach her pussy with my
tongue. The salty taste of her was delicious, and I started examining
her slowly and carefully.
I was astohished of her softness, and, as always, was thinking in my
mind if she really was feeling anything. One can't really tell, can
you now..? Well, I guess you can, since she began rubbing herself to
my face harder and harder. Actually, my tongue was getting tired.
Nothing could have made me stop, however! I sucked her clitoris
gently, and made my tongue dive as deep as I could get. She was
breathing heavily, while grabbing my hair with her hands.
Meanwhile, Ann had moved down under the table, where she started
climbing up my hairy legs with her lips and with her hands. As I kept
enjoying the taste of Michel, Ann climbed up the inside of my thigs,
kissing my hardened cock through my pants. She took a grab at them and
pulled them at my knees. I had to help her a little by lifting myself
up at the chair.
I spread my legs a little, and she took my balls into her hand,
touching my cock softly with her wet lips, tasting my pre-come. Her
tongue was playing around the knob, while her hands climbed up to take
care of the shaft. Gradually, she increased her tempo, and in a few
minutes, I was ready to explode into her mouth. Every time I was
close to come, she eased up, however, and I was able to hold back.
- Now, Michel..
As soon as Ann had said that, she pulled back, and Michel took a good
grab at my neck, and gradually sled down on me. She didn't let
herself all the way down, however, but rather was hanging in my neck,
so that my cock just touched her pussy. She was rubbing herself gently
against it, and pushed her breasts to my face. I took a gentle byte,
and played with my tongue at her hardened nibbles.
Then she let herself all the way down, slowly. Slowly. All the way
down. She was tight, her pussy swallowed my penis gradually, until our
pubic hairs reached each other. She started moving slowly up and down,
stopping every now and then. While she was stopped, I could feel the
convulsive movements of her vagina.
Gradually, her movements became harder and stronger, and in the end,
she was pumping herself up and down like on a mad horse. I pushed back
as well as I could, hands tied up behind the chair. Finally, she
grabbed my neck really hard, pulled her body against mine, arched her
back and came, shaking herself violently. At the same time, the
convulsions of her made me explode, too, my cock throbbing while
spreading the sperm deep inside her.
She kissed me softly. We were both sweating, though the room was
air-conditioned. She was still sitting in my lap, my softening manhood
inside her.
After a while she got up, and it was Ann's turn... It was, if
possible, even more sensational. The girls left at 2 PM and left me
sitting in the chair, tied up, with no pants. You should have seen the
face of the janitor in the morning when she found me!
Anyway, nowadays I spend much more time in the terminal room than
before... you should try it sometimes... makes you forget the lousy
exams...
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