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Authors: S.L. Carpenter

It's Alive (3 page)

Jerry—I mean Janet—is doing well.

 

Mary really was just annoyed by the lack of suitable partners in her life. So many men she knew looked at her and just wanted to jump her bones. She liked sex but the guys really weren’t her type. She didn’t need perfection, just someone that was easy on the eyes, funny, smart and really well hung.
She started thinking about some of her colleagues.

Trevor Monaghan was a psychologist on staff at the hospital and a borderline genius. He could mind-fuck most people before they knew he’d said hello. He liked to boast that all he left was a reamed out hole in their head and a small wet spot around the left ear.

However, he wasn’t what most women would call great looking. In fact on a scale of one to ten, he was probably straining to reach a three. And the only reason he’d get ranked that high was his mouth full of perfect teeth, obtained by wearing braces for six years and inventing a whitening agent that actually worked. He stood a lofty four foot nine and three quarter inches tall, and weighed close to two hundred and fifty pounds.

For a couple of years he had tried flirting with Mary and asking her out. His poor personal hygiene and abundance of body hair were a major turn off. As was his bad toupee and the acne marks from his teenage years.

But even worse were his manners, and his bad habit of continually dropping change in order to look up her skirt with the mirrors he had glued to the top of his large shoes. She tried to picture seeing him naked, but the gagging reflex and thought of him doing anything sexual ended that in a hurry.

Putting all these physical issues aside, he always gave Mary a satisfying intellectual challenge. They could spar back and forth about almost everything and converse on the same level. Maybe she led him on a little by wearing low cut tops and leaning over a lot, and going commando whenever she felt bad for him and knew he’d be trying to look up her skirt. She tried to feel guilty, but then again she did like the attention.

Setting him up with Inga was a good idea that turned into an epic fail. Inga ended up hooking up with his sister in Trevor’s mother’s bathroom. Pretty much everyone agreed it wasn’t a good thing to get caught in a shower using the showerhead as a clit massager while finger-fucking each other.

 

Author’s Note: Trevor really doesn’t have anything to do with the story but I thought it was funny to talk about him. It will give you an insight into the types of men in Mary’s life. Although no longer on Mary’s speed dial list, Trevor remained a pretty interesting guy. He ended up dying in a freak accident with a hermaphrodite prostitute, harpoon gun and an oversized chicken costume.

 

Another colleague she’d thought about was her boss, Rob. He was a very detail oriented man and felt he needed to be in the lab area and be present so everyone knew he was in charge.

Nice guy, but he was kind of dorky. He was also a pervert, hiring Mary right after her interview during which he stared greedily at her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra that day, and wondered afterward if she’d have gotten such a quick response if she’d covered the girls up better.

She thought of hooking up with Rob mostly because he’d be safe. He would adore her and worship everything she said and did, and let her treat him like shit.

But she didn’t want a guy like Rob. He was no challenge. He’d be crushed if she turned him away and she knew it wouldn’t take long before she did just that.

She liked her job too much and getting involved with her boss had all kinds of other problems attached to it as well. For example, she also wanted his job and an affair would certainly mess up her chances of a promotion.

He also seemed to be the nervous type, and she wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he’d lose himself in his shorts if a woman became too aggressive. Doubtless he’d blame her for making him excited.

She clearly understood what premature ejaculation was, but didn’t want to have to clean up after it.

No, when it came to her colleagues, there was only one who really mattered. Inga was easily the best friend Mary had ever had. She had been there all along through good and bad times and Mary knew how lucky they both were. It’s not often friends are there for entire careers, and to have the chance to keep working together was an extra blessing. Their relationship had grown rock solid, with trust and respect in abundance.

With a sigh, she continued to browse over the newspaper sitting on the counter in the lab. Mary accepted with where she was in life—it was okay, all things considered—and now she had something to look forward to. She was committed, intensely involved and ready to get going. Things didn’t distract her after she focused on...

“Awesome. There’s a sale on shoes at Macy’s...”

 

* * *

 

Sitting in the college library was always a quiet and calming experience. Mary did some of her best research there, since there was a plethora of books containing the answers to any of her medical questions, and the peace and quiet made it easy to get immersed in the knowledge she sought.

Especially now, since her focus was on the reanimation of dead tissue and the stimulation of lapsed brain function. Really interesting reading…
not
.

It was also a nice place to catch a little eye candy now and again. Being an admitted nerd, she did let her mind wander when a good looking male or two walked by with dumbfounded looks on their faces, obviously lost.

Watching them bending over, or reaching for books higher up while wearing tight jeans, was fun. She was a scientist but she was still alive and appreciative of a good-looking young beefcake. She’d wonder what kind of equipment the guy might be packing inside those pants or if they ever became suddenly struck with a serious case of a priapism and needed to test whether erections do, in fact, last longer than four hours. Hey, a girl has to dream a little.

Staring at one of her books she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned and found herself staring at a bulge in a pair of sweatpants and inhaling the scent of alpha male. Looking up she remembered her basic anatomy and followed a checklist; abdomen (nice), chest (very nice), neck (uh, what happened to his neck? It’s gone), face (very,
very
nice).

“Sorry ma’am, are you the Biology tutor? I was supposed to meet her here tonight. I need to ace this test to stay on the wrestling team.” He turned the place where his neck should have been, making it crack.

“Well I’m not a biology tutor, I’m afraid, but I
am
a doctor.” Mary figured she could get some studying in on this fine specimen.

“Hmm, I don’t see the tutor and I really need this grade. I’d be willing to pay you to help me, if you could.” His smile widened. “My name is Mike.”

Mary paused. She didn’t need any money but there might be something else he could do in exchange for her help.

She patiently explained to Mike hat the best way to get familiar with a topic was by doing a case study. She was more than open to being a test specimen for his personal usage in certain fields, like for example, sex.

Her nipples were erect and she made sure to lean over so he would get the idea. Only problem was, he didn’t. He was built like a rock and unfortunately about as slow as one.

“How about we go somewhere quiet and dark and do some in depth studying?” She tried a subtle hint.

Mike frowned. “We won’t be able to read in the dark.”

She took a more direct approach. “How about we go over the sexual anatomy parts first and then move on to other subjects?”

“But I’m not worried about the sexual anatomy parts of the test.”

What a fucking moron
. Mary grabbed his face. “Just take me to your room and fuck me.”

That he understood. “Well why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

Mary sighed.

She wasn’t one to visit dorm rooms but this private lesson needed to be done—privately. Thankfully, Mike wasted little time when they got there. Like a bull in a china shop he was rough and strong, pushing Mary against the door and pressing his muscular frame against her. She gasped trying to catch her breath as he smothered her with kisses on her neck and nuzzling between her breasts.

She reached down to grab his cock with her sharp acrylic fingernails. With a squeeze Mary regained control of the situation, and Mike quietly whimpered “Mommy?”

“Mike, slow down. We have all night. Just lock the door and we’ll fuck. Oh yes, we will fuck. A lot. But let me catch my breath.” She let out a big sigh and let go of his cock. “First of all, did you know that women have two kinds of orgasms?”

Mike shook his head in the negative while holding his crotch.

“Well sweetheart, let’s see if I can show you the difference.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

The panting was heavy. “And…if you keep…oh fuck…keep doing that.”

Mike was sucking on her pussy as she straddled his face. His large, muscular frame was beautiful to touch. The rippling muscles and that wide, magical tongue were gifts. His cock was thick and a good length and grew harder while Mary stroked it. She leaned back moaning loudly as she came.

Falling back on the bed she sucked in a breath of air. “Okay, that was a clitoral orgasm. There is a difference between the clitoral and the vaginal.” Swallowing she continued. “Now I want to show you that difference.”

She rolled over and began to lick and suck on his thick, hard cock. She loved giving men head before fucking them. She almost gagged when the length of his cock touched the back of her throat.

Mike grabbed her ass and ran his fingers along her curves to the slippery opening of her pussy. He slid his fingertips into her heat.

She was very aroused and lusted for him with a mouthful of his cock and a handful of his balls. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock making it twitch.

“Fuck, you have a great cock.” She sucked him down again and again. “Damn Mike, I want you to fuck me.”

Venturing into the one area he was really knowledgeable about—wrestling—he grabbed and tackled her on the bed, pinning her arms high on the pillow. “Fuck, this is the kind of tutoring I need more of.”

With a quick plunge, Mike sank into Mary’s wet pussy. Moans of pleasure filled the small room. He began hammering in and out, continuing to hold her hands up over her head. He’d suck on her nipples while licking and biting her neck. he liked being dominant, and Mary let him control her.

The hard thrusts rocked her body making her legs weaken from spreading so far apart. She loved being dominated but needed more. She really wanted to be completely and thoroughly fucked.

Lifting her head, she whispered into Mike’s ear. “Fuck me doggy style. I wanna finger my pussy when you fuck me”

He pulled out and smacked his cock on her wet pussy. The thick head was covered in her juices. “Damn, I want to get back in there…roll over.”

She knew what she needed and his thick cock stretched her, but she needed that little extra kick. She kneeled in front of him and he pushed her head down, her ass automatically propped up higher. He growled and started licking her pussy from behind.

She spread her thighs and felt Mike sucking on her pussy lips. He made slurping noises and grunts as he nuzzled against her pussy.

Rising up on his knees, he positioned his cock and slammed deep into her. He groaned loudly. “Fuck, you are incredible.”

With a feverish pace he began slamming back into her pussy. Over and over he plunged into her waiting body, hungry for more. His appetite was insatiable. He would pull his cock out and kneel back down and run his finger along her slick pussy and slide his finger in.

He pulled his wet finger out of her and sucked on it. “Fuck, your pussy tastes good.”

Then he reached around and held her hips, guiding his hard cock to her opening and sinking back into her. Her moans were his guide to what he was doing right. The loud slapping of his hips against her torso filled the quiet little room.

Mary frantically rubbed her clit, making herself cling to her sanity as she was coming again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, harder, harder.”

With driving thrusts he pounded against her, penetrating deeply into her needy cunt. “Oh god I’m…coming…”

“Fuck Mary, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna…”

“Come inside me, let me feel you come.”

The loud groans signaled their mutual pleasure. His heat filled her with hot bursts. His muscles flexed and he lifted her as he arched up with a final plunge into her.

At last he relaxed and his cock fell from her slippery pussy. The fluids from their sex trickled down her inner thigh. The sweat glistened on their bodies, their lust sated for the moment. He released her and they slumped to the bed in a sticky tangle.

“Not sure if that’s gonna be on my test.” Mike panted. “But I hope I passed for yours.”

A smile widened across Mary’s lips. “Oh Mike. That was only the pretest. We still need to take the final exam.”

With a sigh he replied, “Oh damn, I’m going to need more protein shakes.”

 

* * *

 

Mary stood naked over Mike as he snored. His nude body was barely covered by the sex-stained sheets of the small bed. An array of different sex-toys lay scattered on the floor, next to his wrestling gear and other dorm junk.

This could be
the one
.

She was getting desperate. Every man in her life before was some kind of bad dream come to life. She didn’t want to end up alone, but she was starting to feel like she had the “pussy of death”. Men would be there for the hot, borderline illegal, exploratory, body-bending sex. But then they’d either die or steal everything from her.

Was it too much to ask for some normalcy?

She wanted the perfect male. Someone that was her equal both physically and mentally. Sexually, Mike was a beast. He had a hard muscular body and a cock to match. He had the stamina of a lion and the aggressiveness of a pit bull. His hunger for pleasure was in line with hers.

The only downfall was that he wasn’t what she would consider smart.

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