Chapter 2

One of the quirks of Susan’s journey into the realm of the dark was that she found her other senses were suddenly laden with increasing power and strength.

It served to make her appreciate the unsuspected pleasures of simply standing near others and inhaling their essence. She developed the ability to feel the vibrations of their aura sweep over her skin and even inside her body when the dark was upon her.

Susan knew instinctively that she needed those triggers to satisfy her need for excitement.

As the light grew ever less and the darkness ruled her world around her, Susan started thinking more in terms of a seeing-eye dog and a white cane to tap out her safest route to follow.

Still, she was able to walk slowly and ride public transit and do some of the things she loved to do in her carefree sighted days. Deep down inside, Susan was still the bubbling optimist that she considered part of her personality and she refused to accept the fast approaching world of darkness that she was faced with according to the best medical advice.

She found that she was still able to dress her slender beautiful figure with her designer clothes but that her attempts at doing ordinary things like her make-up was almost impossible as her face was far too blurry in her bathroom mirror for her to create her facial portrait. Eventually, she accepted that as too difficult to overcome and she simply applied her lipstick more by feel and touch rather than actually seeing the results in the mirror. It was sort of like taking her daddy’s guns apart and putting them back together blindfolded as he always told her it was the best way to understand how they worked and what made them a work of art.

She still liked to use the little practice range in the basement and fired his guns using his center of mass philosophy and using her keen sense of hearing to aim rather than actually seeing the target. She found that she was able to hit the target which was the size of a man’s head more than half of the time at the maximum effective range and that was enough to keep her happy with the outcome.

Susan understood that fifty percent was better than none and that a little smudge on her lips with the lipstick was acceptable rather than being Miss Perfect all the time for her outside travels.

She was riding the Fifth Avenue bus to work this morning because she was going in to get her final check and was sad at it being her last day at work. She enjoyed the friendship of the people around her and she knew they were puzzled by her quitting the job after several years of happy socializing with both genders and achieving happiness at doing a good job when the day was ended and she could return to the privacy of her closed in world at home.

The bus was crowded this morning and she was standing almost to the rear hanging onto a pole that she felt comfort in touching but was only a blur in her sight and she was pressed in on all sides by the humanity around her. It was an overwhelming crush of bodies both male and female and she really didn’t mind it because she hadn’t had any carnal relations ever since her beloved mentor Professor Antonio had passed away and willed her his brownstone in the city with the wonderful shooting range in the basement and a pair of servants called Dolly and Rose who organized their porn activities as a lucrative sideline with her as the star of the videos shown around the world with profitable results.

Susan never considered her film making process as actual sex because it was all scripted and following directions regardless of how much spunk she was covered with or how deeply the males shoved their equipment into her various entries with enthusiastic shouts of joy as they hit bottom inside her very core.

She never even remembered any of their names and didn’t care what they looked like because she knew that Dolly and Rose would be certain to pick splendid males to perform on her body like true artists with their pricks as the paintbrushes of their skill and allowing her to show off her love-making experience to full advantage.

It was the sudden introduction of a hard cock between her ass cheeks that caught her attention that morning and she admired the resolve of the young student behind her with his ability to hide his naughty impalement with his book-bag and take her with firmness that she liked best of all at that time of day. She inhaled his cheap cologne and felt the roughness of his two-day old stubble on her neck like it was the likeness of a Greek God descending on her defenseless backside with the wrath of lust-driven needs that she loved submitting to even if she could see the source or not.

His equipment had managed to evade her short skirt and pushed her tiny thong aside to enter her private little garden with serious intent. At first, she thought he was perverted and wanted to spread open her rear door with his huge thing but he quickly adjusted his aim and shoved the entire huge mass of man-meat up into her vagina from behind and held her hips in place so he could hump her with the motion of the bus as it rumbled down the recently paved street cured of the pot-holes that would have caused her some damage of a personal kind deep inside.

Suddenly, she felt the long dick start to pulsate in her feminine folds and the boy shot his copious load up into her vaginal channel with his fast-beating heart resting squarely on the middle of her back. He was heavy on her spine but she didn’t care because he was the juice she loved best in the morning and the fact she couldn’t even see him to judge his look made no difference to her because her only interest was in the amount of spunk he managed to transfer to her secret hiding place in the shortest possible time before she arrived at her destination.