[scat]

Hi, everybody! I know i don't speak a very good english but at least i try to improve it. I had written a short story called "secrets" in french which had been tranlated by Fonk – thanks to him – .  This time, i wrote this short story directly in english (or maybe frenglish ?). I hope you understand. I'm writing another one in french but longer, so maybe i post it in french cause it's harder to translate.

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THE TRAIN – chapter 1

Like every Sunday afternoon, I moved towards the station to caught the train. I liked this way of transport. Initially because I worked about 200 km from home and it was the most practical displacement, then because that enabled me to make interesting meetings.

This day, I was following, a young woman in stiletto heels who carried two enormous suitcases. She had a long fair hair and seemed very sexy to me, in spite of the long coat which completely hid her body. It was there the ideal occasion to engage the conversation.

I hurried to arrive at her level and asked to her whether she needed a little assistance. She looked at me from top to bottom then answered:

"it's very nice… but I will manage. Thank you nevertheless!"

As I insisted heavily she posed a suitcase on the ground.

"if you insist!" she said while smiling.

I never was so ashamed in my whole life, when I tried to raise the suitcase it did not even take off of the ground, it did not move a millimetre. I did not dare to look at the young woman who started to smile and I still tested to raise the suitcase with two hands . It was a waste of time and effort.
I raised finally the head to stammer these words:

"I am sorry but I…"

– "it's nothing, I will carry it myself… Hold this!" .

While she raised the suitcase with a single hand she offered me the travel bag which she had in shoulder-belt.  I remained petrified one moment while she made some curls with the suitcase by smiling me. Then when she ceased her small game, I clutched the bag. In a split second, it fell heavily on the ground: I could not raise it with end of arm. I charged it on a shoulder and I started to advance painfully. The bag was so heavy that my knees carried me hardly, but I felt obliged to carry it to the station. I walked behind her, that way she couldn't see in which state of decomposition I was. I tried to smile each time she looked at me. Arrived at the station, I could hardly breathe. I squatted to pose the bag because I couldn't even raise it of my shoulder. Then, I raised while taking my breath again, as discreetly as possible. She looked at me with a big smile.

I didn't dare to support her glance so much because I were too ashamed. I lowered the head. She was standing upright, the coat half-opened and she wore a mini skirt, so I been able to see the incredible musculature of her legs. This vision was too much for me, I couldn't to prevent me from having an hard-on and I believe she saw it.

"Do you believe that you could carry my bag 200 meters more?" she asked me.

"yes, yes,… I believe."    She smiled, took again her two suitcases and said to me:

"Follow me, strong man!"

I blushed, lowered my head again and i felt my eyes coming wet. I felt humiliated.

I followed her through the station arched hall. There, I couldn't prevent me from looking the people waiting. I was afraid that they was all watching me. In fact, nobody was watching me. Nobody has noticed me. All the people was busy and i'm wondering if someone has noticed her. But, what i saw is that everybody seemed small and tiny compared to her big frame.

We reached the girls room, there, she pushed me inside and blocked the door with her two suitcases. She turned facing to me.

"it was very nice to want to help me but I believe that you are not enough strapping man, are you?"

I didn't dare to look at her and even less to answer.

"strips yourself!" she said.

-"that doesn't go! … I excuse myself I must go there."

She caught me by the arm and stuck me against her with such a force that I understood that it was useless to resist. I asked her to release me and started to strip myself. When it was done, she put to me vis-a-vis the mirror and stood behind me. I looked in the mirror, and for the first time, I saw myself beside the young woman. She was 30 cm eighter and probably larger than me. I could have easily enter in one sleeve of her coat: I was tiny compared to her.  She looked at me in the reflection of the mirror and with a devilish smile, said to me:

"raise your arms and contract your biceps!"

-"but somebody could enter and see me like that!"

-"Do you know many women who can open the door of the toilets with these two suitcases behind?" with that she raised her finger and showed the two enormous suitcases.  In a second, I realized that I hadn't even been able to move  the smallest one. I understood that probably no woman can come to draw me from this situation. It was useless to save time.

She watched me making my double biceps and turned the head to hide her amused smile. Then she took my arm between her thumb and her index and started to tighten. The muscle was concealed under her fingers so that she touched almost the bone. I howled of pain.

"Oh! forgiveness, I am sorry!" She excused. "Raise your arms again, please"

I didn't dare to contradict her and raised my arms. While, I saw her, in the mirror, to let slip her coat along her fantastic body. She was incredible: she didn't have the least trace of superfluous fat, her muscles were projecting and bulky. Not the least scratch did not come to deform the shades and the reflections drawn by the light on her golden skin. She had a musculature to make fade of the largest desire of the bodybuilders.
She made a double biceps too. I was still looking at her in the reflection of the mirror. "My god" i though. Her turn of biceps, was my waist measurement. She burst of laughing by seeing my head:

"that's a biceps!"

she took my fists in her hands and stuck her arms against mine. I felt her body against mine and my sex became increasingly large. I could feel the heat of her. I could feel her muscles to slacken, contract, become in turn flexible like rubber or hard like the rock. She turned over me and asked me to cherish her arms.

"Go ahead, don't be afraid! they don't bite!"

I tried to take his arm between my hands but I could not even cover his enormous biceps. My small fingers, drawn aside by the mass of the muscle, vainly tried to mark her skin but the pain prevented me from supporting more. Her muscle was hard like the granite.

"Do you like, small guy?"

I looked her without answering but she knew already my answer: of course that I liked that!

She passed her hand between my scapulas and slowly descended it along my spinal column. With each vertebra her index marked a downtime, with each vertebra I felt more fragile. She slipped her hand into the hollow of my kidneys then between my legs. She smiled to me and raised me without the least effort, meanwhile, she maintained the other arm in the air, showing off her enormous contracted biceps.

The contact of her hand between my legs had removed out the little of forces which remained me. When I felt the ground to take off under my feet it was worse. I could so clearly perceive the power which emerged from her. With each inspiration I had the impression to inhale her energy causing, against my will, violent spasms of pleasure.

She introduced my sex into his and started to move me up and down. That didn't last. That couldn't have lasted.

She released me gently then posed her free hand on my chest. Delicately she took off her fingers, letting trail her index in contact with my skin. Then, slowly, she made it slip on my chest. My hairs were roughcast on the passage of her finger. She injected through him all her sensuality in my deepest. I trembled. As she still descended her finger, I had the impression that it drained all my blood towards my sex which had taken proportions that I would never have hoped for.

A few moments afterwards, she was allready smiling to me . I believe that during one moment, I was elsewhere. I was now sat on the palm of her hands, while her thumbs cherished my low belly. My hands, meanwhile, swept her shoulders seeking the least taken to make me safe but her bulky muscles maintained my fingers so spreaded out!

She still looked at me with her more beautiful smile.

She pressed the end of her fingers on the hollow of my kidneys and I was projected forwards. My cheek supported against her chest, I could hear the beat of her heart. The humming of blood running in her veins making vibrate her powerful chest. My breathing copied its rhythm on her heart rate and the contractions of her pectorals massing my hair couldn't slacken me any more. It was too much!
A pressure of her thumbs on my belly is enough to point out my situation to me. She  played with me like a young girl with a rag-doll. On the left, on the right, a simple pressure of the end of her fingers and here i am again, the bust straight, facing to her. I knew that she still looked at me while smiling, but this time, I lowered the eyes and closed them while sighing. I could not support his glance.
She gave me so much pleasure. I wanted to give her in return. But i didn't know what I could bring to a woman like her.
When I reopened the eyes, our glance crossed. I had not raised the head, she had raised her. She had carried her hands above her head so that my feet were balanced above her shoulders.
What good is it to flee its glance? She was so beautiful. Large tears ran on my cheeks. Still glancing to me, she slowly lowered my frail body while massing my belly with her thumbs.
Then, when her hands were on the level of her mouth, she lowered the head without leaving her glance to me and engulfed my sex in her mouth. I was instantaneously invaded by an extreme heat then by the terrible pressure of her tongue around my inflated sex. The more the pressure was exerted and the more I felt my sex to be crushed. I opened the mouth to let escape a rail. It was the moment that she has choosen to slacken her pressure. I felt her tongue to withdraw itself. Meanwhile, her hands firmly closed around me, expelled out of my body, already weakened, the little of vitality in it.

My sex doubled volume instantaneously and exploded literally in her impatient throat. she aspired the last drops of life which remained me while my members dislocated themselves in some last spasms. During the short moment which followed, I feeled little by little my organs to return at their place, my abdominals to relax… then anything more.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

A most excellently written tale, dear Rescator.

Thank you for sharing it with us.

Peace
Neon

[yaracyrrah80]

Your English vocabulary is excellent; the odd grammar to me just made the story feel exotic in a hot-European-babe kind of way, which is a good thing.  I wish I could read French to catch the full beauty of your prose, but in the meantime I'm very glad you're willing to share your work in English.  Thanks!

–Y

[sybic26]

Excelent story scat. Hope to see the next chapter soon ;D

[Fonk]

That's a very cool story. I wonder what's going to happen next! Thank you for your hard work. 🙂

[msc827]

Very nice story, sir!
And you did more than fair with you English grammar… I, too, look forward to another chapter.

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