The Telltale Cunt_(0)
Introduction:
An erotic perversion of the classic Poe tale.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Hatred there was none. Love there was none. I respected the young co-ed. She had never wronged me. She had never given me insult. For her money I had no desire. I think it was her eyes! Yes, it was this! She had the eyes of a harlot –pale blue eyes, beautiful and perfect. Whenever they fell upon me, my blood ran hot; and so by degrees –very gradually –I made up my mind to take the virginity of the young maiden, and thus appease her wanton eyes.
Now this is the point. You fancy me a rapist. Rapists are impulsive. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how slowly I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the young co-ed than during the whole week before I fucked her. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of her door and opened it –oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly –very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the young maiden’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see her as she lay upon her bed. Ha! would a rapist have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I raised my dim flashlight to see her on the bed cautiously-oh, so cautiously –cautiously (for I didn’t wish to wake her) –I lifted it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon her and I saw her snuggled under her covers. And this I did for seven long nights –every night just at midnight –but I found her eyes always closed and sweetly dreaming; and so it was impossible build up the courage; for it was not the young co-ed who vexed me, but her seductive eyes. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to her, calling her by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how she has passed the night. So you see she would have been a very profound young co-ed, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon her while she slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers –of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and she not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps she heard me; for she moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back –but no. Her room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that she could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the young co-ed sprang up in bed, crying out –“Who’s there?”
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear her lie down. She was still sitting up in the bed listening; –just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of erotic desire. It was not a groan of pain or of grief –oh, no! –it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with lust. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its erotic echo, the lusts that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the young maiden felt, and pitied her, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that she had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when she had turned in the bed. Her desires had been ever since growing upon her. She had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. She had been saying to herself –“It is nothing but the wind in the chimney –it is only a mouse crossing the floor,” or “It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes, she had been trying to calm herself with these suppositions: but she had found all in vain. All in vain; because Lust, in approaching her had stalked with her black shadow before her, and enveloped the slut. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused her to feel –although she neither saw nor heard –to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without shearing her lie down, I resolved to open a little –a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it –you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily –until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon her virgin cunt.
It was uncovered –her legs wide, wide open –and I grew desirous as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness –her gown accidently pulled up and her blankets tossed aside to allow her nudity to stir my soul; but I could see nothing else of the young co-ed’s face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for perversion is but over-acuteness of the sense? –now, I say, there came to my nose a pungent, sweet smell, such as a lover makes when enveloped with desire. I knew that smell well, too. It was the moistening of the young maiden’s cunt. It increased my desire, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the tormenting scent of the her sex increased. It grew stronger and stronger, and wetter and wetter every instant. The young co-ed’s desire must have been extreme! It enveloped all else, I say, consuming the whole room! –do you mark me well I have told you that I am horny: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so lusty a smell as this excited me to uncontrollable passion. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the my own desire burned within me as it did in her! I thought my pants must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me –the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The young co-ed’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. She shrieked once –once only. In an instant I impaled her and then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. I held still for many minutes, her smell surrounding me, yet she did not pull away. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it I started to move. The young maiden was now a woman. I moved above her on the bed and examined our joining. Yes, she was bloody, bloody and crying. I placed my hand upon her small breasts and held it there many minutes as I ground back inside her. There was no repulsion. She was in pain, but didn’t resist. Her eyes would trouble me no more.
If still you think me a rapist, you will think so no longer when I describe the expert skill I took for the making love to her lithe body. The night waned, and I began to thrust more hastily, still in complete silence. First of all I rubbed hard at her clit. Then I grabbed her arms with one hands above her head and the pulled leg over one shoulder.
I then took thrust up deep inside her deepest interior chamber, and held her tight as I deposited all of my lusty soul. I then pulled out quickly and closed the lantern, returning stealthily to my room, so cunningly, that no human eye –not even her –could have detected who it had been that had been there. With my door closed no one had seen me come or go. There would be no witnesses to my act and now that she was no longer a maiden her wanton eyes could no longer inspire such uncontrollable lust in me –ha! ha!
When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o’clock –still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at my bedroom door. I went down to open it with a light heart, –for what had I now to fear? There entered a woman, who I knew as of the dorm floor Resident Advisor. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the office, and they (the advisors) had been directed to search the premises.
I smiled, –for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlewoman welcome. The shriek, I said, was next door, no doubt in a dream. From the young co-ed, I mentioned, who lived next door. I walked next door with my visitor and bade them search –search well. With a knock she answered the door, clearly just awoken, and let us into her chamber. Together we saw her treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I pulled up a chair and desired them here to talk while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own rear upon the bed in the very spot beneath which just so recently defiled her.
The RA was satisfied. My manner and her sleepy confusion had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My groin ached, and I fancied a tickle in my nose: but still they sat and still chatted. The tickle became more distinct: –It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness –until, at length, the women began discussing clothing. Without warning they removed their tops and began experimenting with outfits.
No doubt I now grew very pale; –I tried to excuse myself with a heightened voice. Yet they asked for my opinion –and what could I do? Again it came, that pungent, sweet smell — such as a lover makes when enveloped with desire. I gasped for breath –and yet they heard it not. They laughed and exchanged clothing –asking me which blouse or skirt was better; and the smell steadily increased. I arose and turned to leave, yet they then suggested I judge their underwear as well; and the smell steadily increased. How could I simply walk out? I turned and paced the floor towards them with heavy strides, excited to the observations of the half-naked women –and still the smell steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? In seconds their hands were both upon me, removing my clothes –I kissed the RA –then the co-ed! I fell back upon the bed which I had been sitting, and before that fucking, and as they overtook me the smell continually increased. I couldn’t resist and my hand thrust between both of their legs, coating my fingers in their fluids, fucking them both with my fingers –harder –harder! And between their moans the women removed my pants and pleasantly fondled me. Was it possible they planned this? Almighty God! –yes, yes! They seen me! –they suspected! –they knew! –they were making a mockery of my perversion! -this I thought, and this I think. But nothing was better than this ecstasy! Nothing was more erotic than this encounter! I could bear those ecstatic moans no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now –again! –hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
“Fuck!” I shrieked as my orgasm exploded from within, coating my belly with jizm to their mutual delight, “I can’t take it anymore! I admit the deed! –I fucked her! here, here! –I fucked her telltale cunt!”
