Stasi
Chapter 39
Stasi
100 Days Dead
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.” Becca breaks the silence we’ve been sitting in when the door closes behind her crushed parents.
“Hmm?”
“How would you feel about me moving into the guest house with you?” Focusing on biting her nails, she avoids making eye contact with me. Fearing she’ll find rejection there.
“I would love that.” I stroke her hair. “But are you sure?”
“Yes. I meant what I said, it’s time for me to move on.” Leaning up on her elbow, she looks up at me. “This room doesn’t feel like home anymore. It’s just a painful reminder of who I used to be.” I nod encouragingly. “Whether I mean to or not, my presence here haunts my parents; it’s best if I give them the space they need to heal. They deserve to move on too, in whatever way they decide to.”
“If this is what you think is best, I would love nothing more than to have you all to myself all the time.”
“Hopefully you don’t get sick of me.”
“Not possible.”
February 14 th , 2015 – Valentine’s Day – 104 Days Dead
Pulling the blindfold off Becca’s eyes, I unveil my surprise.
“What’s going on?” she asks with a smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“How do even know what day it is? It’s so hard to keep track of time.” Plastic crinkles beneath her feet as she explores the various games and toys I’ve pulled out from the closet.
“Your mom still keeps one of those paper calendars on the fridge. I like to check it when I get the chance.” I wrap my arms around her shoulders. “So, what do you want to play with first?”
An excited gasp leaves her as she looks down. “Twister. But I think I’m going to need to stretch out a bit first.” She laughs.
“I’m happy to assist.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary. But you should know, I’m very competitive, so you should bring your A-game.”
“I’ll do my best, but you know how you distract me.” Flicking the spinner, I determine her first move. “Right hand on blue.”
Becca reaches down, splaying her hand on one of the bright blue circles. I’m rewarded with her ass in the air. I’m going to need to see a bit more of that. I flick the spinner again. And since she’s facing the other way, I scoot it where I want it. “Left hand yellow.” She does as I say, tipping forward just a bit more. Flicking the spinner again, I smirk at the stretch this one will require. “Left foot on green.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be playing this together?”
“Rules are boring. We’re playing my way.” The spinner lands on yellow, but that’s not going to give me the view I’m craving, so I nudge it to where I want it. “Right foot blue.” There we go. Now she’s spread just right.
“Told you I should have stretched,” she laughs. “Are you going to spin again or—” She peeks at me between her legs, shaking her head. “Oh, I should have known.” Her hand starts to lift off the mat.
“Don’t even think about it, Crybaby.” I take a step closer. “This is the perfect angle for me to eat this pussy.” The plastic crinkles beneath me as I kneel behind her. With a gentle touch, I stroke my fingers up her calves. “Would you like that? Is that a good enough reason to break the rules for you?” It would have been easier to take her shorts off before we started, but I’m not a quitter. With a bit of effort, I manage to peel them off.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
Kissing along the back of her leg, I trace the curve of her ass, halting my efforts just short of her inner thigh. “I’m more than capable of rising to the challenge.” I lean forward between her legs and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Since we have you dangling upside down, this is going to be hard and fast. But if it gets to be too much, just say the word.”
“Violets.”
“Yeah, Baby, violets.”
“Okay,” she says with a sigh as I creep higher and higher toward her center. To tease her just a bit longer, I start by licking a stripe up the middle of her panties, tasting her through the damp fabric. “Mmm,” I run my nose over the same path, taking in the luxury of her slightly sweet musky scent. “How lucky am I that I can survive off just this for the rest of my days.” My finger sneaks under the elastic against her leg and draws it slowly across her pussy, exposing her to me mid-clench. “Do you need me, Baby?” I kiss her cunt softly, feeling her clench on air again, returning my kiss. “Are you desperate for me to lick you? Are you ready for me to make you feel good?”
“Please, Stasi. Touch me.” Her legs mimic the tremble in her voice as she waits on the precipice. Putting her out of her misery, I suck at her clit at the same time as my finger drags through her lips. She’s so wet already, but I tease her a bit before sliding a finger inside her. I promised this would be hard and fast and I meant it. My mouth moves purposefully, sucking, flicking, licking as my second finger enters her and pumps vigorously before I stroke the walls of her pussy. The mat rustles beneath us as her toes curl into the plastic. When I do the come-hither motion, I have to anchor one arm around her legs to keep her from tipping over as she rocks back into my face. “Come on baby, help me get you there. You’re so close, I want to drown in this sweet pussy.” She rocks again, creating a gentle, steady rhythm that drives up her pleasure without losing her balance. I tighten my hold on her if only to fully feel how her thighs quiver as I continue relentlessly drawing yelps and whimpers from her.
“Oh shit, ah,” Becca cries. “Stasi—” she begs. “Stasi, I’m going to, I’m going to…” And then she breaks, so beautifully on my attentive fingers. With a palm to her back, I help ease her forward so she’s on her hands and knees, giving me access to slurp up every last drop of her. Even the plastic clinging annoyingly to my forearms can’t distract me from the satisfaction of how good she looks on her hands and knees with her pussy peeking through her thighs, the art of her on display just for me. I barely control the urge to crawl after her as she grabs the turquoise and yellow children’s toy.
“Where the hell did you find this?”
“With all the other stuff your mom keeps in here. It’s like a shrine to your childhood.”
Becca laughs fondly. “If you think that’s a lot, you should have seen all the stuff we convinced her to get rid of.”
“Do you remember when you told me that this was the most annoying toy you’d ever heard and chucked it out the window?”
“You know, sometimes I think you’re making this stuff up.” She rolls her eyes as she inspects the long toy pushing and pulling the ends. “I think the batteries are dead.” Becca shrugs in mock disappointment at the lack of commands booming from its speaker in the center.
“That’s not how we’re going to play with it anyways.”
Becca looks from me to the toy, then back again. “What do you—” Her eyebrows shoot up and she shakes her head. “No way you’re putting that inside me.”
“Good thing it’s not for you then.”
“What if—”
“There’s nothing to worry about. We’re dead—no infections, no lasting injuries, no worries—besides I’ve played with my fair share of large toys.” I kiss away the worry, smoothing her furrowed brow. “Now where were we? Right, you’re going fuck me with a bop-it.” Laying back, ignoring the noisy surface’s protests, I spread my legs for her. While she wraps her mind around what I’ve asked, I gather the plentiful arousal that’s dripping from me and tease my clit in slow, deliberate circles. “Go on Dirty Girl, it’s time to play. I’m ready whenever you are.”
We both watch in rapt attention as she circles the yellow end around my opening, transfixed by how it slowly widens with the pressure she applies and gradually swallows the oddly shaped toy.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Panicked, Becca immediately stops what she’s doing.
My fingers latch around her wrist, preventing her from pulling it out of me. “Keep going,” I say pointedly. I circle my hips, moving the toy inside myself, as Becca follows suit. “Mmhmm, right there baby.”
The reassurance spurs her on as she starts pumping more vigorously.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” My hands sink into my hair, nails clutching at my scalp. I’m pleasantly surprised when she takes over, using her other hand to stimulate my abandoned clit for me. “Do you like fucking this pussy?”
Becca nods, moving the toy in and out faster and faster.
“Are you going to make me come?”
She nods again, but I need more.
“Tell me, Babygirl.”
“You’re going to come for me.” She gets to her knees, leveraging the toy at a different angle that hits deeper inside me. “Come for me, Stasi.”
“I’m going to come for you baby. I’m going to make this toy drip for you.” My hips jerk forward, and I make good on my promise. “Fuccckkkk,” I moan as I fall back onto the colorful dots.
“Umm,” Becca interjects as I come down. “Do I just like pull it out, or…”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, go ahead.” Propping myself on my elbows, I can’t help but release a satisfied groan as I watch her pull several inches of the toy out of me. Note to self, find more toys to experiment with. I might not have my personal collection, but we can definitely get creative with what we have. Most people assume death is an end, but I just see a world of possibilities opening up before me.
“Should I be nervous about what else you have up your sleeve?” Becca lays down next to me.
“Nervous? No.” I kiss her forehead and then get to my feet. “All I want is to make you feel good.” I attempt to keep my voice even, withholding any expectation. “But I would like to keep a promise I made.”
Her eyes fall to her lap as she fidgets. “What’s that?”
Pulling her toward me, I force her to meet my eyes. “I promised I was going to fill that pretty cunt of yours. Stretch you around me and wear you like my most prized possession.” Placing a kiss on her neck, I attempt to soften my statement. “Would you like that?”
With a deep breath, she buys herself time to process what I’ve just said. “Yes. I want to take everything you have to give.”
Smirking, I can’t hide my excitement or pride in my girl for being willing to try this. “Come here, Angel.” Coaxing her forward, I have her lay down beside me, then transition quickly to sitting between her legs. Noticing how her muscles tighten, I take my time rubbing her calves. “We can stop if it becomes too much. I would never make you do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” I kiss her inner thigh. “But I also want you to experience every bit of pleasure you can. Do you trust me?”
“I do. Trust you.” Becca’s hand covers mine.
“Good.” I give her an encouraging squeeze. “Because I’m going to make you see fucking stars.” Sliding my hands up her thighs, I tease the sensitive skin, then drag my thumb between her lips, gathering the wetness there and bringing it to her clit. “Are you excited for your first fisting?”
Becca nods as her back arches responsively.
“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to take all five of my fingers and love how they fill this perfect little cunt.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s right, Babygirl.” Plunging two fingers inside her, I start working her, stroking her inner walls in the way that has her toes curling. “That’s it, take me so sweetly, like the desperate little fucktoy we both know you are.” Pumping in a steady rhythm, I stay in her comfort level for another minute before I tease a third around her entrance. “Open up for one more. Come on.” Her pussy sucks me in greedily, taking that third finger like it’s a lifeline straight to the pleasure she’s come to crave. “Good girl.” My thumb rolls over her clit as she presses her hips upward and forward, forcing my fingers deeper inside her
“Another.”
“That’s my little overachiever. But where are your manners?” I taunt as I lean forward and suck at her clit.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I need her to be my dirty girl. I want to hear all the filthy words flow from those lips without any shame.
“Please stuff another finger inside me. Fill me and pound into me until I can’t take anymore.”
There’s no reason to deny her, not when we want the same thing. Not when I’ve been dreaming of doing exactly this, feeling her tight, wet heat gripping around my fingers. “Sit up on your elbows, I want you to see how fucking perfect you look stretched out around me.” When she does as I ask, I slide a fourth finger into her.
“Oh, god.” Her hips jerk as she takes in the sight of me entering her.
“That’s my girl, taking me so nicely.” I pay attention to her clit as she adjusts. “See, doesn’t it just look so right? Doesn’t your pussy look like it was meant to be wrapped around me?” Becca’s hips undulate as I stroke my attentive fingers inside her. Her eyes are glued to where we connect. With slow movements, I coax reactions out of her as I push her closer to the edge. I soak up every twitch and whimper. She digs her heels into the sheets, forcing them in deeper.
“Are you ready for more? Can you handle all five?”
Her lip quivers between her teeth.
“Use your words, Crybaby. I want to hear it.” Stilling my hand, I make my point clear.
“Do it. I want to take your fist.” She gasps as I slip it in to the first knuckle. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
“Well, when you beg so nicely,” I groan as I slowly shift my hand all the way into her. She’s ready for me as she rolls her hips forward to meet me.
“Stasi, oh my god. That feels so damn good. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck. Look at my wrist. Your pussy drips like diamonds, Babygirl.” Capturing one of her taut nipples between my teeth, I play with it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by her hips rising hungrily swallowing more of my wrist. “Yeah, you like that? My Dirty Girl, I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”
“Yes,” Becca moans as her eyes roll back in her head. She doesn’t slow her movements though, her thighs spreading farther apart for me as I slide in and out of her gripping pussy faster and faster. With her small tits bouncing, limbs trembling, and lips parted to let out those precious uninhibited sounds, I don’t know if she’s ever looked more beautiful. My perfect girl deserves a reward.
“Can you do that for me? Can you help me make you come”
“Yes,” she gasps through an uneven breath as we work together to bring her to orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes yes. Fuck, yes.” When she buckles forward, I catch her, pulling her against my chest as I gently withdraw from her.
“Good girl. That’s my good, perfect, girl. That was better than I could have imagined.”
“Same,” she laughs into my hair. “But I think it’s going to take me a bit to recover.”
“I’ll let you have a little intermission. I found something you’re going to be very excited about.” With the pink little mp3 player in my hand and a set of headphones, I take my place next to her, then slip one of the buds into her ear.
“Is that a…how the hell did you charge that thing?” Becca’s excitement is palpable.
“Along with a bunch of random shit and a metric ton of craft supplies, your mom also apparently saves every single cord you’ve ever had.” Scrolling through the list of songs overwhelms me with options, so I just randomly tap on something. It’s not the best sound quality, but the nostalgic music makes up for it. That and Becca’s wide smile and loud singing.
With a nudge, she guilts me into joining her, our voices intertwining and transporting me back in time to the nights when we used to do just this—playing games, eating pizza, singing along to our favorite songs. Elated, I realize I’m right back where I always wanted to be. By her side. Against all odds, it all worked out.