Brainy to Barbie: Evelyn Ch. 02
Over the following weeks Evelyn tried her hardest to deny her experience. In between paragraphs of her tracts, tomes and other texts, she often found her hand wandering down her pants. When she caught herself, however, she immediately removed her hands and attempted to forget what had happened. Her friends were already distancing themselves from her, which caused her incredible anguish. She imagined they thought she was a slut, even a traitor. Nevertheless, Evelyn continued to attend her various political activities. Yet, when she attended, she couldn't help but think of her colleagues as a bit plain, even ugly inside and out. She could see that they were simply desperate for experiences like the one she vehemently denied. She forced herself harder than ever to ignore her straying hands and thoughts so that she could maintain her status in her milieu.
After over a month of musing about attempting to pleasure herself, she wondered if she should buy a dildo. She had never so much as inserted a finger into herself, except for routine health needs, but she somehow got it into her head that a dildo, a large one even, would satisfy her. Try as she did to reject that idea, she hovered over the "Buy Now" button of a large, thick white dildo whose reviews promised would challenge her. Evelyn loved to challenge herself. The second to last time she hovered over the button, she quickly exited the browser and closed her computer. She decided that she had to find something to distract herself. She decided she would go outside.
Before going, she made sure to make herself pretty. She had come to relish the preparation involved in leaving her home. She looked forward to administering make-up, twisting herself n the mirror, and thinking about how the men would perceive her. She considered her preparations finished when she felt that she was irresistible. Still, though, on the surface she denied that men had anything to with her new look. When she exited the door in the middle of spring, she felt a twinge of excitement about what could happen. On her way to the mall, where she loved to spy new outfits and fashions, she noticed the eyes of men on her and delighted in her new awareness. She could tell from the fire in their eyes that they wanted her sexually. Her biggest concern was offering them up an opportunity to make that happen. Her looks, coupled with her posture and a newly adopted high-pitched voice designed to attract males while she spoke with various mall employees were her primary tools. Unfortunately, they failed to garner the attention she truly desired, but they did, however, draw male attention.
When she returned home, she felt fired up for a reason she couldn't comprehend. She thought that her brisk pace and the pleasant air had invigorated her. She felt supremely happy but had nowhere to put her energy. The dildo crossed her mind again. It crossed her mind in a threatening way almost, every attempt she made to resist it internally caused the image to terrorize her further. Her knees grew so weak she almost dropped to the floor. Her pussy became incredibly wet as she mouthed words like sir and please. She rushed to her room as her horror turned to a fantasy complete with a large cock debasing her. Instead of resisting it based on her convenient philosophy, she unleashed the pent-up desire in a frenzy of fingering. A dildo was bound to be her next purchase, it could arrive in a day's time.
She wanted to savor every last inch of it and decided to deny herself an orgasm for the rest of the day, as she had her entire life. The dildo would be easily fixed on an open wall in her bedroom, where she could just as easily remove it. She checked the best position for it by imaging it in her ideal scenario. For the rest of the day Evelyn was incredibly horny, her dream that night involved her and her new dildo. Part of her wondered whether she was better off finding a man immediately, someone who would relentlessly fuck her unlike her ex. One who would make her as girly as they made her ex.
When the package arrived, she rushed to rip it open. The dildo was larger than she expected. It was larger than the cock she had sucked at the club. Her hands trembled. No one has to know, she thought. It's just harmless fun, she reasoned. Her throat embraced a bucket of saliva at the thought. Rather than rush in, Evelyn dressed herself for the occasion. She put on make-up and an outfit she found particularly alluring. Perfume even factored into her experiment. Thus, she seemed almost disappointed that the cock was a missing a pair of eyes and a nose to enjoy every sense she offered it.
When her lips struggled to fir around the cock, she felt that the dildo was missing a pair of hands to shove her towards its base. The extra help would have been welcome as she forced herself from below. Evelyn's body shook as she explored the cock in the privacy of her home. Eventually she found a ring in her throat that promised incredible pleasure. I bet I can orgasm from just this, she thought. The cock was so big and thick that it could hardly extend into her throat, though. The curiosity she had for finding more pleasure deeper in her throat spurred her on, but it would be a long time before she could get much further. After finding her body's current limit, as brainy girls love to do with anything, she set out to freely enjoy wherever the cock on the wall lead her. A second cock, even a third if she could manipulate it entered her creative mind. She imagined this cock as anyone and everyone, especially people she didn't want it to be. She loved the idea that one of those men would torment her for her new hobby, someone who would mock her and her political utopia as it shattered under the weight of a thick synthetic cock.
Though she wanted to shove the cock in her other holes, she decided to postpone that experience to a later date. She was determined to master the cock in front of her. She sucked and sucked while she fingered herself to fantasies of men filling her up, mocking her and making her squeal out absurdities. She wished her old friends could see her in this glory so she could in turn mock them, maybe even convert them. Despite her rambling and creative fantasies, she came explosively at the humble image of the man dumping an obnoxious load of cum down her throat which she had, in her fantasy, gleefully gulped down. She even concluded, as her orgasm subsided, that she would be divinely satisfied if the man were to call her a "good girl" or something to that effect. Evelyn certainly felt like one after her first study session.
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