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SLEEPING BEAUTY
Sweet Dreams
(c) 2016 by Max Blitz
Tiffany smiled and waved to the boy peering down at her from his bedroom window as she walked from her car to the basement apartment she rented from his father. She entered the apartment and promptly forgot about the boy. Her thoughts were elsewhere: She was thinking about the new demands Buford had made of her. She was going to have to perform in front of him, and the thought of doing so made her uncomfortable as she had never done anything like them before. She sighed. If she didn't want to look awkward in front of him, she was just going to have practice first.
It was getting late, but she decided to take a quick shower first before going to bed. She stripped, put on her bathrobe, and headed to the shower.
Upstairs, the boy was intently watching his computer screen. Tiffany always left her laptop open and he could see her through the camera on her own computer. He really liked this lovely girl who had just moved into the basement, and he had already gotten lucky and seen her nude a few times. It looked like he was going to get lucky again tonight.
Downstairs, Tiffany had returned from her shower. She put her bathrobe away and hesitated, debating whether she should just get dressed for bed since she had not planned to go out tonight. Another possibility occurred to her: She was already nude; should she practice what she had just agreed to do for Buford? she wondered. She smiled mischievously: Why not? What could it hurt?
The boy watched as Tiffany went to her bed. Fortunately, she had not gotten dressed yet, so he was watching intently. Then she did something that made his jaw drop. She had gotten on her back and had then curled up and had somehow gotten her face between her legs. Wow! Was she flexible! He couldn't see clearly what she was doing, but he had a pretty good idea of what she was doing. He had never seen anything so hot in his life.
To her surprise, Tiffany was enjoying herself much more than she had expected. She continued to pleasure herself with her tongue until she came, then lay back and relaxed. Buford was a genius, she thought. Satisfied with her performance, and overcome with drowsiness, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The boy paced back and forth in his room. Tiffany was asleep, and better yet, naked. He had to take the chance. He sneaked downstairs and into Tiffany's apartment.
The boy quietly entered Tiffany's room. Fascinated by her bare breasts, he each reached out and touched her right nipple, and slowly caressed it with his fingertips, causing it to move in circles like the minute hand of a clock. Emboldened by the girl's lack of response, the boy leaned over and gently sucked the nipple into his mouth and moved his hand to her left nipple. He began to tickle the end of her right nipple with his tongue. Tiffany moaned softly in response. The boy did not know how to latch on correctly, so her nipple hurt. Alarmed by the sound, the boy glanced at her face. She was still asleep, her mouth opened by the moan. He calmed down, and turned his attention to her left nipple, drawing it into his mouth between his teeth and causing it to ache as much as her right nipple. She moaned again, again without waking up.
Tiffany was a sound sleeper, the boy realized, but she could still feel the pain in her nipples. He wondered whether she was a sleepwalker. He decided to experiment on her to find out.
He whispered in her ear: "Your nipples hurt. Massage them with your fingers to see if that eases the pain." The girl slowly moved her hands up to her breasts and squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, no!" whispered Satan, "there are wasps on your nipples, stinging them. That's why they hurt; but now you've disturbed them. They're stinging your nipples again, and again, and again. You can't scare them away; you'll have to pull them off. Pull them off your nipples!" The girl gripped her nipples firmly and pulled hard, trying to get the angry wasps off of her.
"No, that won't work. They'll just come back. You'll have to kill them to make them stop stinging your nipples. Your nipples are really burning now, so quick, crush the wasps. They have hard shells, so you'll have to squeeze as hard as you can." The girl groaned as she pinched her nipples hard, trying to kill the wasps.
"Harder!" urged the boy. "Okay, you've killed them, but your nipples are still burning from the stings. The stingers must still be in your nipples. You'll have to pull them out." The groaning girl tugged hard at her nipples, but to no avail. "You can't get them out with your fingers," the boy told her, "you can't get a strong-enough grip. You'll have to use your teeth.
"Hurry! Your nipples really hurt, yank the stingers out with your teeth!" The girl opened her eyes and looked down at nipples. The boy about had a heart attack, but calmed down at once as he saw that she was focused on her nipples. She sat up and bowed her head and used her hands to guide her breasts towards her mouth. She bit down first on one nipple and tugged hard at it, then bit down on the other and pulled and twisted it, desperately trying to ease the pain.
"The stingers have barbs, like fish hooks, so you'll have to pull hard to get them out," advised the boy. The girl grunted as she yanked hard on her nipples, shaking her head back and forth as she did so, jerking her breasts this way and that in her frantic attempts to pull the stings out. The harder she pulled the more the barbs seemed to dig in, holding the stings stubbornly in place, but there was no other way to get them out. She had to keep biting harder to get a firmer grip on the stings and to keep yanking harder to break the barbs' grip on her nipples. Back and forth she went, alternately concentrating her efforts on one nipple until the pain became too great, then turning her attention to the other nipple until it, too, just hurt too much. Her work ethic impressed the boy, who watched in appreciation of the girl's efforts as she labored doggedly, grunting and groaning with each attempt to remove the cruel stings she believed were the cause of the intense pain in her nipples.
"Good!" said the boy at last. "You got the stingers out! You can relax now." Tiffany collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard and perspiring visibly from her exertions. Her nipples still ached terribly, but they did feel better now that she had managed to pull the stings out.
When the girl's breathing had returned nearly to normal, he whispered into her ear again. "Your nipples will still hurt for a while, but at least you got the stingers out. There's only one problem. The wasps you killed are an endangered species. If anyone finds out what you did, you could go to prison for years. You'll have to hide the evidence." The girl groaned in despair.
"There's no need to worry," the boy reassured her, "not if you have a large wooden spoon." To his surprise, the girl got up and walked out of the room. The boy followed her to the door and watched as she headed towards the kitchen. She returned a minute later with a foot-long wooden spoon.
"Good girl!" said the boy. "Now put the dead wasps in your asshole," he advised her as he placed several red-hot cinnamon candies in her hand. "Nobody will ever think to look there." He paused as the girl took the "wasps" and inserted them into her anus. Her eyes opened wide. Putting the wasps up her bottom seemed to have revived them, as they were angrily stinging her again, her bottom hole burning.
"You'll have to bury them deep," said the amused boy. Tiffany looked confused. The boy, surprised at the disconnect in the girl's thinking, gently suggested: "Use the spoon." A look of understanding appeared on the girl's face, but to the boy's surprise she put the bowl of the spoon to her bunghole. He had expected her to use the handle, but he had to confess she had had a better idea. Maybe she was smarter than he had thought.
Tiffany grunted as she worked the spoon into her tight bunghole and again as she worked it deep into her derriere until only a few inches of the handle remained in view. She stopped then and seemed to be awaiting further suggestions. The boy smiled. Taking hold of the handle, he guided her back to the bed. He pulled up on the handle and she quickly scrambled up on the bed but remained on her hands and knees, with her head down.
The boy now told her: "When you wake up in the morning, your nipples will still hurt like hell, but since the wasps you killed are an endangered species you'll feel guilty about killing them, and you'll feel even more guilty if your nipples get any relief. In other words, you'll feel better about yourself if your nipples hurt, and the more your nipples hurt, the better you'll feel about yourself. That's why you'll refuse to do anything to relieve the pain."
The girl was slow to respond, so the boy jerked up on the handle again. The girl's head jerked up as she went down on her elbows, and she quickly nodded her understanding. Satisfied, the boy got ready to leave. For a moments he considered leaving the spoon where it was, but immediately thought better of it. He didn't want her to wake up to find her ass plugged with the spoon and wondering how it got there. He placed his left hand on her rear and pulled steadily with his right until the bowl stopped his progress. He paused for a few moments to consider how best to remove the spoon, then shoved it back in and immediately yanked back on it in order to gain some momentum. The spoon pulled free with both an audible pop as Tiffany's anus opened wide and shut tight in an instant and an audible gasp as Tiffany's mouth opened wide at least. She softly moaned: "Thank you." Surprised but pleased, the boy grinned and patted her affectionately on the rear and said: "Hope you didn't get any splinters."
The boy walked to the door and glanced back at the girl. She still seemed to be fast asleep. And if she had actually been awake, well, that was even better. Either way, he was going to have a lot of fun playing with her.
Tiffany slowly opened one eye and watched as the door quietly shut behind the boy. She smiled, thinking of how she had outwitted him: He actually thought she had been asleep the whole time. She just wished her nipples weren't so sore. Those stingers had really hurt.
THE END
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