My Odyssey by Jane

Excerpt: My Odyssey

Chapter One

I  WAS only nineteen when I met Michael. He was a lot older than me, a graduate student at the University. I was impressionable and I was in love, he had turned me on sexually, taken my virginity and replaced it with a burning insatiation. He was so handsome, so smart, so sophisticated, and when he asked me to move in with him I nearly burst with joy.

I was a fool, an inexperienced fool. I set about decorating with enthusiasm, with a drive to learn and to love. I set up house for Michael, cooking and cleaning and neglecting my schoolwork. For the three semesters that I lived with him I just managed to get by.

It never failed, whenever I started to hit my books he would crook his finger at me or blow in my ear or just parade around naked and within seconds I would be taking his cock up my cunt or in my mouth, forgetting all about my homework.

Most of the time he didn’t even have to do anything to excite me, I would just start thinking about his prick and my cunt would be burning to be reamed by him. In those days I walked around, went to classes, did the shopping, took in a movie, no matter what I did, I was always on the brink of an orgasm, I was always conscious of having a cunt.

As the weeks went by and we got use to living together Michael changed somewhat. He didn’t want me so much. He didn’t fuck me every night, and often he would stay up studying all the night long, leaving me sleepless in our bed.

I didn’t change at all, though. In fact, if anything, I grew to want him more. I became accustomed to his hard cock in me, I felt empty without it there. He would come to bed finally and lie down, falling off to sleep and I would caress his back turned to me, or my hands would slip around to his front and I would take his balls in my grasp. Trying to stimulate him, trying to make him want me the way he use to.

And sometimes he would joke about me; he would say I was a bottomless pit, a nymphomaniac and that it would take more than just him to satisfy me. But that wasn’t it at all, I wanted him because I loved him. I didn’t want anybody else.

The last night we were together. Oh, yes, how well I remember that even now, even sixteen years later. He had come home early from classes in the afternoon and announced to me that he was having three of his friends over for dinner. They were planning on celebrating because one of them had just won his Ph.D. He told me to cook up something really special and that I was to look special myself. It sounded like fun to me and as I cooked I listened to him, showering and dressing, singing all the while.

He had gotten a lot of booze in the house for the occasion. That was something we rarely did, we were always short on cash. But he had made it clear this was to be a celebration.

The guests arrived and dinner went splendidly. Everyone was terribly gay and drinking quite a lot. There wasn’t too much for me to say, I barely knew the people and I felt somewhat like a second thumb. Nevertheless I was enjoying seeing Michael so happy. I just sat at my end of the table smiling and looking attentive.

As time progressed and the dinner dishes were cleared away, they got down to serious drinking, finally they no longer poured the liquor but drank from the bottles. At this point the conversation turned to sex, they teased each other and talked about various girls I knew. I was a little jealous when they kept referring to some woman that was always out for Michael, but I continued smiling. I began to think that these men weren’t acting anymore like highly educated gentlemen than a cage full of baboons.

“Well, Rex, now that you’ve made it,” Michael was saying to the new Doctor, “I think that you deserve one wish to be granted by the local fairy, what would you like, within reason?”

“Ah,” said another, “I’ll bet he’d like to get laid, he’s been so busy studying he hasn’t had time to jerk-off.”

I decided to go into the kitchen to wash the dishes at that point but as I rose Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me back into my seat.

“What do you think of this chick, Rex?” Michael said indicating me.

Rex looked at me hungrily and I looked at Michael, “Please, Michael, stop.” I said.

“Do you know, Rex, that this chick is so fucking horny that not even I can satisfy her lust?” Michael said, holding my arm tightly.

The others laughed, all of them looking at me.

“What do you say, Jane?” Michael said to me, “Do you wanna fuck Rex?”

“Michael,” I whispered, “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Bullshit, I know what I’m saying. I think you’d like to fuck Rex and maybe Carl and Al, too.” He stood up from his chair, weaving somewhat and pulled me to my feet.

“Well,” Rex laughed, “Let’s see the merchandise!” Michael promptly took a hold of the front of my dress and ripped the material right in half. My arms flew to cover my naked breasts, but he got behind me and held my arms back.

I screamed at him, but one of the other guys stepped forward quickly and took the ripped material from my dress and stuffed it into my mouth. Tears formed in my eyes and I struggled with them, but to no avail. They were drunken animals who didn’t know the meaning of reason.

Excerpt From: Jane. “My Odyssey.”