Without waiting for a response, she stormed back around the house, leaving Sonja alone in their backyard. The young girl gave the two pigs one long glance, then quickly looked away as she felt a quiver between her legs. Holding her hands in fists, she followed the path back to her house, feeling a slickness dripping down her inner thighs.

The path was short and she was soon home, panting to herself from the heat that burned inside her. She hesitated at the door, staring at her pack. Then, with a deliberate effort, she padded around the house and across the backyard to the shed.

It was the same as when she first moved in, but she never came back after that one day. Now, she opened the door and breathed in the smell of age and must, the memory almost burning as hot in her mind as the one of the cooking pigs. Shimmering steel beckoned her, each one rust-free and almost glowing in the darkness. Still panting, Sonja felt herself draw into the shed, closing it behind her and plunging her world into darkness streaked with specks of sunlight.

Unconsciously, she dropped one hand to her hips, then closer, feeling heat rolling from between her legs. Letting a tiny pant escape her lips, she eased her fingers up under the skirt of her outfit, to touch her sensitive and soaked crotch. Gasping as she felt pleasure surge through her, she reached out with one trembling hand to hold herself up on the wall, her fingers pushing aside the fabric to plunge into her burning sex.

Sonja plunged her fingers in and out with a frantic abandon, feeling an explosion of an orgasm just out of her reach. She jammed another finger in, the sounds of her slurping frigging loud in the shed, but her orgasm still refused to release.

Closing her eyes, she thought back to the pig, of shoving the spit inside the firm flesh, plunging it deep into the moist meat. Her orgasm almost crashed into her, but it still just hovered outside. Her fingers were soaked, dripping on the ground as she moaned with the effort. Her labia clung to her fingers with every stroke. The smell of her excitement filled the shed.

Her other hand clutched against the hard wood, feeling the roughness. She was whimpering now, three fingers pounding into her hole with reckless need. Her fingers scraped against the wood until her fingers brushed against the warm, startling warm, steel. At the first touch, she felt an electric surge course through her veins, filling her with an intense sensation of being electrocuted.

Panting violently, she jammed her fingers into her sex, stuffing her even as her fingers wrapped around the spit, holding it tightly. Her whimpers of pleasure filled the shed as she grabbed it even tighter, feeling the metal slipping through her fingers, leaving them with a tingling sensation. The spit in her hand was intense, bringing the memory of the pigs from just moments before.

A hungry need consumed her, but she could only whimper out, her fingers plunging in and out with harder and harder slaps. She could feel her juices flowing down her legs, soaking her fingers. It was almost too much for her, trying to find a release of her orgasm.

Fantasy rolled into reality and she pulled the spit closer, lifting her leg to straddle it. Her breath was coming in hard, ripping thuds against her rib cage as she brought up the warm metal to her sex. At the first touch, she screamed out in pleasure, her fingers sliding up and down against the metal and into her burning body.

With her spare hand, she pulled it up against her, pressing the warm metal right against her pussy. Her fingers oozed out to grab the spit. She saw her juices dripping down the shaft as she ground her crotch against it. The heat and hardness pushed against her labia, crushing up against her clitoris. It was intense, a searing pain of pleasure.

Whimpering hard, she ground her body up and down the shaft, holding the warm metal with body hands. Her orgasm sparked up and down her spine, filling her up as her hips rocked back and forth, almost violently. She felt weak and powerful, jamming up and down until it exploded in razor shards of ecstasy.

Sonja thought she screamed, but she couldn't control her body. Her knees buckled underneath her and she dropped to the ground, her hips still grinding up and down in fast, furious strokes. Long, shuddering breaths tore out of her, in time with the crashing sensations from her heart. She felt consumed by the orgasm, but her body was shivering with terrible weakness that left her on the ground, her body giving a few final strokes against the slick metal.

Afterglow burning inside her with the strength of a nuclear bomb, Sonja just curled up on the ground, the hard metal still between her legs. Her gasping pants kicked up dust with every breath.

It felt like hours before she finally got the energy to move again. Untwisting herself from the metal, she got to her feet unsteadily. Holding herself up against the side, she straightened her outfit. Her thighs felt empty with the spit gone, but it quickly became a memory fading, despite the warmth and pleasure. Staggering out, she went into the back door of her house and to the front, toward her pack on the front porch.

As she was about to open the door, she realized that there was a new pile of envelopes on the table by the door. They were bills, but they were already in their return envelopes, stamped and ready to go. Sonja looked up the stairs, trying to smell her mother's perfume. It was gone, but she still called out.

“Mother?”

No answer.

“Mother? Mother!? Are you here?”

Still no answer. Sonja snarled, the glow of her orgasm fading away in a matter of seconds. She yanked open the front door and grabbed her pack, briefly looking for her mother's BMW. It wasn't there, but either was the dust of the car coming and going. Angry, she slammed the door shut and stormed toward her room.

End of chapter 6.