Lovely Sandy
By Chameleon



Email address: ThinkTruth@Hotmail.com

It all started an evening when I took a break from my writing, and paid a
visit to a local shop nearby to fill up my stocks of popcorn, chocolate, and
soda. I was in a lonely, but good mood, as if my own company was sufficient,
and wanted to eat junk while re-reading cartoons.

I was fairly happy. My job as a writer of math-compendiums for a school
provided me with enough income to get me by, and, most importantly, I could
work at home and not be bothered with incomprehensible social norms. God, I
hate social norms.

My previous girlfriend, Sally, broke up with me two months ago. But I wasn't
very sad about loosing her. She was ... how can I say this ... a bitch. A real
bitchy, obnoxious woman that had chosen to be with me because no one else
wanted her, and I, with women that is, walked in the direction my rod was
pointing at. For she was beautiful. There was no question about that.

I am old enough to realise that it is a hell of a lot more important how a
woman is in bed, than how she looks. A beautiful face and body give the primal
part of your brain so high hopes about what to expect sexually, that when she
turns out to be a cold fish, you really have a hard time to adjust. Some men
never learn, and continue to hope for in vain that their partner, so delicious
to the eye, one day will give them the heavenly experience they have desired
for so long. Actually, I was one of those men. For Sally was lousy in bed. Or
maybe I was.

As I entered the store, I saw a group, or, let's say a gang of women by the
candy-shelves. They seemed to be in their late twenties, and looked like
someone you really don't want to mess with. I saw a bump in the back pocket of
one of them, and suspected it was a knife. I got nervous, but they seemed to
be minding their own business, so I just looked at some magazines while
waiting for them to leave the section. So they did within minutes, but my
anxious feeling arose in me again when I saw they were heading in my
direction. I hurried to pick up a magazine, about motors I think, and looked
deeply into it as they passed me.

-"Hi cutie."

I looked up, and one of them, a powerfully built girl wearing a yellow jacket,
gave me a pretty smile as she went through the door. I felt all mushy inside.
I easily do. These women scared me, and, as the rest, I'm attracted to what I
fear. As the male spider says when he courageously approaches his spouse: "I
think this will be my doom fall, but ... what the hell."

That pretty much sums up the thoughts and feelings that went through my mind
in that moment. I actually wanted to go after this woman that had made me feel
so good inside. -She probably isn't dangerous, I said to my self. A woman with
such a pretty smile can't be dangerous. I had just been prejudiced. And what
did I have to loose? Even if she were dangerous, she would hardly beat me up
for asking for her phone number. The worst I could risk was ridicule. I could
survive that. I'd certainly survived that before.

I placed back the magazine and went out of the store. Some of them stood on
the sidewalk, but she wasn't there. I almost gave up the project, but pulled
myself together and approached them.

-"Excuse me ... "

They either ignored me or didn't now that I was talking to them.

-"Excuse me ... ", I repeated.

-"You're excused.", a small, redheaded woman answered with a hint of meanness
while turning halfway towards me.

-"The woman in the yellow jacket. Where is she?"

They all turned in my direction, and my heart started to pound.

-"What do you want with her?", the redheaded woman asked.

-"I would ask her for her phone number."

-"He wants a date with Sandy!", she said, and they all started to smile, but
not in a good way. "Why do you think Sandy would have the slightest interest
in you?"

-"I don't know."

-"Me neither.", she said and shook her head.

-"Ok", I said and turned to leave.

-"Do you want to know where to find her?"

I turned again.

-"Yes"

-"Just walk down to the football stadium. I know she went to meet someone
there."

-"Thank you."

"Ok", she said, obviously amused in an evil way.

As I walked, I heard them laugh, and I took for granted that it was of me.

I decided to despite my fear of walking alone in the city at this hour, and
headed for the stadium.

As I crossed the corner, I saw her talking with another girl on the other side
of the street. I decided to walk across when a man suddenly appeared from an
alley.

-"Hey!", he said and shoved my arm. "Give me your money wimp!"

-"I haven't got any.", was all I thought of saying.

He looked from side to side before he made a fast move, put a chokehold on me
from behind, and bent me backwards.

-"You're coming with me.", he said and started to pull me towards the dark
alley.

I can't explain the fear I felt. It was as if I had entered hell. He was way
to strong for me, and only one idea popped up in my mind. It seemed insane,
but there was no time to be picky.

-"Sandy! Sandy!"

-"What bitch are you calling for?", the man said and continued to pull me
unaffected.

-"Sandy!", I shouted as loud as I could.

I could see the two women starting to move towards us.

-"Shut up, and I might let you live after I've messed you up."

We were deep into the alley and I couldn't spot the women any longer. But a
few seconds after they appeared in the opening, running. The man stopped, but
tightened the hold. Soon the women slowed down and looked a little puzzled at
us.

-"Do you know him?", the one, Wendy, asked Sandy.

-"No", she answered and shook her head. She obviously didn't remember me from
the store.

I tried to say something, but as I did, he tightened the grip even further so
that I could hardly breathe, far less talk. The women looked as if they had
lost interest in the situation, and turned to leave. All hope seemed to be
lost, and the feeling inside of me was of share terror.

-"Yeah, go on bitches and let me do my business in peace."

Sandy stopped.

-"What did he call me?"

-"The same thing he called me, I think."

They both turned around calmly, determined, and confidently. Anyone would have
sensed the danger, but this guy was an idiot.

-"Come on! Didn't you hear me bitches? Get the hell out of here!"

Slowly they walked towards us. The guy seemed bewildered. Sandy was not as
tall as he, ... or me for that matter, probably around 5 feet and 7 inches,
but her body shape gave the impression that she was very strong. Her friend
was of the same height, but looked a little lighter.

-"You can have half his money.", he said and started to search my pockets.

-"Oh, its a little too late for that.", Sandy said, enjoying the situation.

-"Actually, its far too late for that.", Wendy chipped in.

He looked nervously around himself before he dragged me down to the ground.

-"You lie there bitch, or I'll mess you up so good that even you're mother
won't recognise you."

The two women looked at each other.

-"He would still not be as ugly as you.", Sandy said. "And far prettier than
you will be after we're finished with you."

It didn't sound like tough talk. It sounded like she meant it. In haste, he
pulled a spring knife from his pocket.

-"Oh, now he's made it worse for himself Sandy."

-"Not really, I wasn't going to spare him anyway."

Sandy reached out an arm in front of Wendy to tell her to stand still, before
she continued to approach him.

Everything happened very fast. He tried to stab her, she blocked the move, and
soon he was on ground with her sitting on top of him pounding his face. It
took three or four blows before he was unconscious, but she continued to pound
him as if it gave her a lot of satisfaction.

-"Pull of his pants!", she ordered Wendy who forcefully ripped of his pants
and underwear.

-"Make him a woman."

In this moment Wendy's look met my terrified eyes there I still lay on the
ground.

-"What about him?"

Sandy turned her head towards me.

-"Why did you call my name? Who the hell are you?"

-"I wanted to ask for your phone number.", I said with a shaking voice.

-"What?!"

-"I met you at the store and wanted to ask you for your phone number."

Wendy started to laugh. Sandy waved her hand at her to make her stop. She
looked as if she thought about what I said.

-"Are you the guy from the store?"

-"Yes"

-"What do you want my phone number for?"

-"You looked so beautiful when you smiled at me. I wanted to ask you for a
date."

-"Was I so fucking attractive?"

Wendy started to laugh again.

-"Yes"

-"Jesus, what am I going to do with this guy?", she asked Wendy.

-"Well, there are limits to what you can do to this guy (referring to the
unconscious man), unless you take out the other guy too."

Sandy looked at her.

-"Do you want to mess up him too?"

-"I didn't say that. I just say that he's a witness."

-"Yeah ... You're one lucky son of a bitch.", she said to the unconscious man
as she stood up with blood dripping from her hand.

-"You're coming with us.", she then said and referred to me.

I stood up and didn't dream of protesting.

-"What are we going to do with him?", Wendy asked.

-"Fuck him. I haven't had a decent cock in six days."

She then looked at me.

-"Are yours thicker than a pencil?"

-"Yes"

-"That's all I need."

I felt anxious as I walked with them, but didn't exactly have much of an
option. I wasn't totally present. If I had been, I would have died of fear.
Watching how Sandy had pounded on the unconscious man had sent me into a state
of shock, and I remember that the world seemed unreal as I followed them
through the streets and into an elevator that led to Sandy's apartment.

The apartment was surprisingly decent, consisting of two bedrooms, a bath, and
a joint living room and kitchen. The furniture and decorations was nice and
rather feminine, and a big teddy bear was placed on the couch, that was also
partly occupied by a black cat.

-"Make yourself at home", Sandy said to me before she turned to Wendy. "I'm
gonna take a shower. I probably smell like rotten shrimps down there."

I sat down on the couch with no thoughts whatsoever in my head.

-"What about Karl?"

Sandy laughed.

-"He's probably still waiting there. I was going to apologise for calling him
a needle dick, but I think I'll take this guy instead."

-"Isn't that so, lover boy?!", she said and shook my shoulder with her
bloodstained hand.

I nodded in my unconscious state of mind.

Wendy sat down in the couch with me, after Sandy had disappeared into the
bathroom.

-"Are you all right?"

I raised my shoulders.

-"Not quite?"

-"No"

-"I don't think Sandy intends to rape you. So if you don't want to, I can talk
to her."

-"Won't she get mad?"

-"She would get disappointed, but she is not the kind of girl who would beat a
guy senseless for rejecting her."

-"Are you sure?"

-"Not quite, actually, but she's all right. I don't think she'll hurt you. She
might throw you around and intimidate you a little bit, to see if she can get
you to change your mind, but she's harmless really."

In that moment a three year old girl could have intimidated me, so her words
just made me more passive.

-"So? ... "

-"I like her."

-"Well, then."

She stood up.

-"Then there is nothing more I can do for you."

She opened the front door to leave.

-"If she goes too far ... Beg. She likes that. Don't mind your self-respect,
she's gonna take that away from you anyway. "

And then she was gone and I spent all my energy in trying not to think. I
reached out and stroke the cat that seemed totally unaffected by it all. She
looked at me, stretched a little, and fell back to sleep.

A few minutes later Sandy opened the bathroom door, butt naked.

-"Wendy."

-"She left."

-"Where?", she asked and looked at me.

She was some sight. Muscles were bulging under her soft skin, and her fairly
large breasts fitted her body beautifully. She had nice round hips, and
massive thighs that I would have surrendered to in a heartbeat. Under normal
circumstances I would have said that her body was perfect, but now, in the
given situation, I was just intimidated.

-"I don't know."

-"She didn't tell?"

-"No"

-"Ok"

She examined me with her look.

-"When did you wash yourself the last time?"

-"Two days ago."

-"The you could use a shower too. Come on."

Terrified I stood up from the couch and followed her into the bathroom. She
started to unbutton my pants, and soon I stood naked in front of her. She
looked at my prick.

-"That's all right. I don't need more than that."

It didn't exactly sound like a compliment and, although what she thought about
the size of my prick wasn't my primary concern, my male pride woke up and
wanted me to point out to her that my cock was usually more than adequate. I
didn't though. The image of her bloody fist, together with Wendy's words, was
all that really mattered.

She placed me in the shower and put the water on, before she started to rub
her hands with a piece of soap. My body trembled under her first touch. But as
she soaped me in, a warm feeling arose in me as if from nowhere, and I sensed
that she rubbed me with the utmost care and skill. I had no control, and soon
my fellow man was pointing at her in full size. She looked at it with her head
tilting.

-"It's like I say ... The biggest wimp can have the nicest cock."

She took a hold of it and started to gently soap it in. God, it felt good.

-"Can I touch you?", I asked.

-"No", she answered to my surprise.

She looked at me.

-"You're mine now. If you ever disobey me, I'll treat you worse than that poor
bugger in the alley.", she said and went on to wash my prick.

I started to shake.

-"Hey, hold still!", she ordered.

I tried, but couldn't. The feeling of anxiety was immense.

She looked at me again.

-"I'm not going to beat you up. Hold still now."

I managed to calm down a little. In fact, the tension had just made me more
aroused, and sexuality has the blessed ability to transform your fear into
pleasure. My body was still trembling though.

After she was done, she looked at me with tender eyes.

-"Did Sandy scare you?"

-"Yes", I answered with a weak voice.

She kissed me gently on the lips, and soon her tongue was probing deeply into
my mouth in the softest and sweetest kiss. My instincts told me that this
woman could not possibly be dangerous. Not to me, at least.

In that moment, someone knocked on the door.

-"Fuck!"

She went out of the shower, took on a wardrobe, and left the bathroom. Soon
after, I heard the voices of a bunch of women who entered the apartment. I
hurried to dry up and put my clothes on, before I entered the living room and
saw the same gang I had originally met in the store.

-"Oh, there he is. I see you found her.", the redheaded woman, Tina, said. She
seemed a little less evil now, but was obviously still amused.

Sandy grabbed me and pulled me down on her lap.

-"He's my boy pet. Not a shred of manhood up here (touches my head), but just
right down here.", she said and lay a hand on my crouch.

-"That's how you like it."

That came from a brunette, Deborah, with a knife scare on her chin.

-"That's how I like it.", Sandy confirmed and gave my neck a kiss.

-"So, what does he do for a living?", Deborah asked.

Sandy looked at me.

-"I write math-compendiums."

They looked at me as if I was from another planet.

-"Have you involved yourself with a smart guy?", Deborah asked and gave me a
curious look.

-"So it seems.", Sandy answered and looked at me. "But soon I'm gonna fuck his
brains out anyway.", she said while touching my head again.

-"I was with a smart guy once.", the redheaded woman said. "But they're never
half as smart as they think they are. He sounded like a professor, but it
turned out he was a teacher in junior high. I loved to taunt him for that."

-"My last boyfriend couldn't even spell junior high.", a blond girl chipped
in.

In all, they all seemed smarter than they looked, and I wondered why they had
chosen this way of life.

-"Have any of you got an education?", I asked.

-"Don't make yourself too comfortable.", Sandy said and clapped my behind. "Go
and get me a coke."

The idea of objecting to her wasn't even present in my mind, and humiliated I
did as she told me. After I had handed her the can, I stood next to her and
wondered what I was suppose to do.

-"What are you waiting for?", she asked and clapped her thigh twice.

I sat back down in her lap.

-"God, I wish I had Kurt trained like that.", the last girl, another brunette,
burst out. She was the one with the possible knife in her back pocket.

-"You're a soft soul Janet. Besides, you choose the wrong guys.", Sandy said.

-"Tell me about it."

Deborah looked at me again.

-"I started on college, but I ran out of money."

I nodded.

-"What was your favourite topic?", I asked after a couple of seconds."

-"I liked literature. I particularly liked James Joyce."

-"I've never read him."

-"You haven't? You should."

Sandy looked at me.

-"Don't exhaust your tongue. You need it for other purposes."

-"Oh, let me talk to him.", Deborah begged.

Reluctantly, Sandy kept silent.

-"You don't like discussing literature.", I boldly asked Sandy.

She looked as if she thought about it for a little while.

-"Just continue to bug me. When these girls have left, I'm gonna make you
forget your own name."

I started to cold sweat. Sandy obviously noticed and shook me lightly.

-"Hey sissy! Can't you take a little rough talk?"

-"Be nice to him.", Deborah interfered. "He's obviously not used to it."

Sandy looked at her with a hint of resentment.

-"What's the matter. Do you have a crush on him or something?"

-"No"

I could see there was a slight worry in Deborah's face.

-"Are you afraid too?", Sandy asked irritated. "What's the matter with people
these days? Is there anyone here who thinks I will mess up my friends?!"

-"Calm down, Sandy.", Tina interfered. "She just wants to discuss literature
with him."

Sandy shoved me off her lap and stood up.

-"Talk to him, fuck him, do whatever you want. I'm gonna go down to Charley's
and find myself a decent cock that does not want to discuss literature with my
friends.", she said and went for her bedroom to put on some clothes.

-"I didn't mean it like that.", Deborah said.

-"Mean it like what? If you want him, you can have him."

Right after, she had disappeared into her room. I felt a sense of loss, and
was not at all happy about her leaving.

-"God, that girl has a minority complex.", Tina said while shaking her head.

Deborah looked directly at me.

-"Her older brother has a higher education. She doesn't want to be reminded
about that. He was her parents favourite.", she explained.

The truth is that I haven't got much of a higher education either. I have a
few university exams in philosophy, physics, and mathematics, but that's it. I
never completed anything. I believe in self-study. You only learn properly
what you learn voluntarily. The most insightful person in the world may very
well be someone who hasn't even finished high school.

I gathered together some courage and stood up.

-"Where are you going?", Deborah asked.

-"I'm gonna ask her not to go."

She looked sceptical, but didn't say anything. I knocked on the door.

-"What the fuck is it?", she asked through the door.

-"Can I come in?"

-"No"

-"Please?"

-"Don't make me bitch slap you."

-"Sorry", I said and started to walk back to the couch.

Soon, the door opened, and Sandy stood there in all her might, only wearing
her panties and a bra.

-"You've asked for it.", she said, and come at me in a determined motion, put
her arms around my waist from behind, lifted me up, and carried me with her to
the bedroom.

She kicked the door close with one foot and took off her panties with her hand
before she forced me down on me knees next to the bed. I have my hair in a
ponytail, and she took hold of the tail as she sat down on the bed.

-"Now you're gonna perform, and you're gonna perform well.", she said in a
intimidating voice before she spread her legs and pressed my face towards her
dripping gender.

Suddenly, all the sound I could hear was the dark, low sound from my own blood
running through the vanes in my ears. At first I felt terror, but then the
smell of her juice overpowered me and told me everything was all right. I just
had to give myself up, and all would be good and well.

I performed as if my life depended on it, and if her thighs hadn't blocked my
hearing, I would have heard some distinctive animal sounds. Instead I sensed
her arousal by the flood of juice that started to fill up my mouth and
manifest itself as drops down my chin. She started to move her hips to smear
it all over my face, and I could vaguely hear her order me to "drink every
drop". At that moment, I would have jumped off the moon if she'd asked me to,
and I felt her juice down my throat as she was brought further and further
towards climax. As she came, she pressed me hard against her and rubbed
herself with my whole face. For a few seconds I couldn't breathe, but I didn't
have time to panic before it was over and Sandy relaxed the pressure.

She pulled me up to her and placed me on her lap. I felt her hand stroking my
back under my sweater and T-shirt. She knew exactly how much pressure to put
on her fingers to make it feel really good.

-"Don't worry, I'll fuck you soon. There is just one thing I need to know. Why
did you want to stop me from leaving? Deborah is a good fuck too."

-"I want you."

-"Still?"

-"Yes", I said and nodded.

-"So you like it when a woman abuses you?"

-"As long as it's someone like you. Then it isn't abuse."

She laughed.

-"That is the strangest thing I've ever heard. What is so special about me?"

-"You could have ripped me apart if you wanted to, and still you treat me in
the kindest way."

Her breathing got heavier as she looked at me softly and tenderly.

-"I'm gonna fuck the living daylight out of you if it's the last thing I'll
do."

And so she did. But I can't tell you much about it, because I passed out in
the process and lost recollection of the whole thing. I bet it was a hell of
an experience though. I just remember waking up the next morning in her arms
with a few bruises on my thighs and wrists, together with bite marks on my
neck, feeling immensely satisfied and well.

-"Sandy ... "

-"Sandy ... ", I said a little louder.

-"Shut up or I'll tear you a new arsehole."

I lay back down and felt warm and fuzzy inside. God, I loved her.