Agent
Wendy
Chapter
1
She woke up hungry.
Not just hungry, voracious.
And it wasn’t for food.
She didn’t really know what she was hungry for, but then she saw it. A man. In a white lab coat. Standing next to the table where she lay naked. Below the coat’s opening, a pair of legs came together to form a crotch. In the crotch, a penis, large, hard, and throbbing. She didn’t know it, but she was seeing the man’s penis through his pants. The pants appeared only as a thin veil.
Something about that penis. She had to have it. She needed it. She reached out single-mindedly with one arm and wrapped her fingers around the man’s belt. She lifted. The man came off the ground and hung there in mid-air as she held him over her head at arm’s length. She didn’t hear, or didn’t understand his frightened screams as she tore open the crotch of his pants with her free hand. She didn’t notice, or didn’t understand his frantic but ineffective attempts to push himself away from her, as she plunged the throbbing cock into her mouth. She was intensely focused on that penis. She grabbed the man’s hips and thrust the hard warm cock into and out of her mouth, ignoring the man’s rising protests, until finally he came, spraying sticky cum all over her face.
No. That wasn’t it. That wasn’t good enough. She needed something else, someplace else. She held the exhausted man by his belt, suspending him overhead with one hand again, while she explored her own body with the other hand. She drew her hand down from her chin, sensing a narrow jaw, and a long, delicate neck. When she reached her chest she found two large, soft mounds. She let her hand trace the outline of one breast, and then cup it. She couldn’t cover the whole thing with her hand. But in the middle of the breast she found her nipple, a hard point sticking straight up into the air. It felt good to squeeze and twist her nipple. She was unaware of the many tons of pressure she was applying between her two fingers.
But she was looking for something. Looking for the right place to put the man’s penis, and this wasn’t it. Her hand slid lower, across a flat, hard stomach, and her finger landed in a hole, her navel. No, that wasn’t it either.
Her hand continued down, encountering a mass of curly hair. She felt along its outlines, and finally landed between her own legs. There she found a wet spot, and another hole. Putting her finger into the hole, she found it was deep, warm, and moist. And her need grew enormously. She knew it now. This was the spot, her vagina.
She quickly lowered the man’s body and positioned his cock so that it would go into her vagina. But it didn’t work. Something was wrong. His cock wasn’t hard anymore. It felt small and mushy. This wasn’t what she wanted. She tossed the man aside, not realizing or caring that she had thrown him against the wall, 20 feet away, broken all the bones in his body, and killed him.
Her need was great. She sat up and looked around. Looking through the wall into the next room she saw another man. He was sitting on a chair, watching an array of television monitors. Had she known more about herself, she would have recognized her own image on several of them. Looking lower, and through his pants, she saw that yes, he did indeed have a penis. A big one, bigger than the first one. She got off the padded table and walked toward the man with the penis. She came to the wall, and kept walking, not even aware that the thin veil she seemed to be looking through was actually made of steel reinforced concrete. She barely noticed the obstacle as her heavenly body crashed through it, cracking and crumbling the concrete cinder blocks, tearing and mangling the steel rebar.
The man had gotten up from his rolling chair and was now backing up toward the opposite wall, clipboard still in hand. She could see his cock growing even larger inside his pants. With a single fluid motion, she leaped the ten feet which separated them, grabbed the man’s belt, lifted him off the floor, and tore his pants open. Then, still holding him by his belt she spread her legs and fit the man between them, pulling upwards until his cock entered her vagina.
Yes. This was right. Finally.
She alternately pulled and pushed, pumping the man’s cock in and out of her cunt. But frustratingly, with each thrust her need intensified. She thrust him harder and faster, not aware that his neck had broken under the brutal shaking, but for the moment anyway, his cock stayed hard. She kept on thrusting him like a dildo. The feeling that started around her vagina and spread upward and downward through her body was good. It was right. It grew and grew, taking her mind further and further away from her physical being. Then it reached a kind of a sharp edge, like the rim of a smoldering volcano, and hung there for a minute, tempting, and finally plunged in. She felt an exploding orgasm, which literally left her staggering backward. She dropped the now-dead man as she collapsed against the monitors and control panels, amid another explosion of sparks and smoke.