{"id":37489,"date":"2021-12-13T16:20:36","date_gmt":"2021-12-13T15:20:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=37489"},"modified":"2026-02-15T03:52:41","modified_gmt":"2026-02-15T02:52:41","slug":"the-silhouette-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/the-silhouette-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Silhouette &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/edgzpo69p1.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_edgzpo69p1 seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/edgzpo69p1\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The cruel winds had blown through Williston Falls the night before. The storm uprooted sturdy trees in the town\u2019s small park and lifted farm houses only to reset them cockeyed on their foundations. But there was worse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The morning after, three ladies huddled together in the Louise Hollis Community Center, trying to calm a weeping Mrs. Ruth Latzke.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCry. It\u2019s all right,\u201d Mrs. Thelma Schumacher said, rubbing Ruth\u2019s back. \u201cI know I did after it happened to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. LeAnne Schantz sat in an old metal fold-out chair behind Mrs. Latzke and touched her shoulder gently. \u201cYou\u2019re still an upstanding woman here. We think no less of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing that alone, Ruth covered her face, as if hiding her degradation. She broke down in weeping, eyes reddened. Her cries echoed throughout that one-room building. The ladies drew in closer to sooth Ruth and hold her jittery hands. Last night, Mrs. Latzke had faced a seemingly unbelievable attack. While the married women calmed their friend, the bride-to-be Ms. Julia Busch tried to offer support like LeAnne and Thelma. However, Julia hadn\u2019t at first believed such a strange thing could or would happen. So, this circumstance raised questions for her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia had no experience. She was a virgin, never been with a man. She had kissed a boy only once, and it was just a peck. All her life, her mother only said be pure. \u201cNever let a man touch your body until he is your husband. Even then, do not let him do degrading things to you.\u201d She was never sure what things good women would not allow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After a long time coddling the torn-up Ruth, Julia finally asked how the night happened. Mrs. Latzke gathered her wits as best as possible in her despair. She sniffled and calmed her heaving chest. \u201cThere\u2019s always been a creak in the walls of my husband\u2019s and my bedroom. With the storm last night, what I heard was worse than usual. So loud I thought the whole house might collapse. If nothing else, I guessed the roof might be blown off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She dabbed the corner of her eyes with a crumpled tissue. \u201cI shook Archie awake, but he told me to ignore it and go back to sleep. \u2018If this farm house has stood since 1872, it\u2019s not gonna fall tonight,\u2019 he tells me. Then he was snoring again. The old bastard.\u201d She glanced heavenward. \u201cForgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She breathed deeply as if she had to gain control over herself. \u201cI was still not at peace, so I got up to listen. I sound loony when I say I heard that creak move along the wall. But I did, sure as the sun will rise tomorrow. I heard it. The creaking rounded the corner of our room, and then stopped exactly between my bonnet chest and oak armoire. Just out of sight of Archie. Then &#8230;\u201d She stopped abruptly, and an onset of tears overtook her. Through her weeping, she blubbered, \u201cI\u2019m so embarrassed. I am now a defiled woman! Never pure again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her friends leaned in and put their arms around her. Mrs. Schumacher knelt before Ruth, patting Ruth\u2019s hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSame happened to me some months ago,\u201d Mrs. Schumacher said. \u201cI felt the long \u2018thing.\u2019\u201d She shivered and grimaced. \u201cBut all I really remember is waking up in bed with dried gunk on my face, a damp pillow, and a salty taste in my mouth. Worse, some of the \u2018stuff\u2019 had dried in my hair. Ruined my perm. Cost me $30 and a blowup by Bill because of that money.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ruth glared at Thelma through her reddened eyes. \u201cIt didn&#8217;t happen that way at all. It was worse. I did worse!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWorse!\u201d Thelma retorted. She dropped Ruth\u2019s hands and stood. She put her hands on her large hips. \u201cI sing forth praises in hymns and good songs with these lips.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLadies, ladies,\u201d LeAnne said, \u201cwe\u2019re not here to outdo each other. We aren\u2019t men. We are here to comfort and lift up our sister in this dark hour.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few moments later, young Julia gently urged on Ruth. \u201cSo, the creaking stopped between the armoire and the bonnet chest &#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd I gave in.\u201d Ruth slowly pulled up her dress to reveal her knees. They were red with rug burn.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The ladies gasped and choked. They covered their mouths.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ruth immediately hid her knees and defended herself. \u201cI am not a dog, I\u2019m not, I\u2019m not, I\u2019m not!\u201d She covered her face, breaking down into further anguish.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her close friends soothed her again. Except Julia. She didn\u2019t fully understand the strange story, especially when a similar oddity happened to Mrs. Schumacher.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d Julia asked, timidly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It took a few moments, but Ruth regained herself and sighed. She dabbed her eyes, patting the mascara that had streaked darkly down her cheeks. \u201cA dark spot, a tall shadow, darker than any shadows at night, appeared on the wall. It stood from floor to ceiling, and from it, a &#8230; a &#8230; penis.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFrom the wall?\u201d Julia was startled at the thought. \u201cAn actual \u2018penis\u2019, not a shadow? But how?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne tried to temper Julia&#8217;s questions. \u201cYes, it appeared like that for all of us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ruth continued, \u201cI had never seen or felt one that large. I\u2019ve only been with Archie in my whole life, and Archie\u2019s wiener is nothing like it. This one was as large as \u2026 as a cucumber from Mrs. Hamilton\u2019s garden. As long too.\u201d She glanced into the others\u2019 faces and wagged her finger. \u201cI will deny ever saying that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She then lowered her head. \u201cI thought I saw\u2014but it can\u2019t be real\u2014something like the form of a shadowy man appeared against the wall but only his you-know-what came out of the wall. Then a sinful desire came over me. Like a depraved yearning. My fast heartbeats, heavy sweats, salivating, my other womanly pricklings. I did as this \u2018man\u2019 instructed me. I pulled my nightgown above my waist, knelt down on my hands and knees and turned my backside toward his silhouette. In a moment of lust, a smoothness and a warmth ran up my backside. Felt as lovely as shea butter, it did. Then I felt the \u2018thing\u2019 press against my &#8230;\u201d She suddenly burst into tears again. She pounded the chair. \u201cI\u2019m so humiliated. I have never done this before. My mother warned me since I was a young girl that having anything enter \u2018there\u2019 was a disgrace. Only dogs and prostitutes allow it. But I allowed it, I did it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everyone was silent when Julia asked, \u201cHow did it feel?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Latzke lifted her head. She stared directly into the eyes of the young Julia. She wore a wanton smile and dark eyes. It lasted for a moment before she washed it from her face with tears, as best as she could.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The farm town of Williston Falls was calm for months after that storm. Mrs. Latzke\u2019s life calmed, and Julia&#8217;s wedding neared. The excitement of the day grew, even her desire for her first night alone with her husband. Julia had boarded at Mrs. Schantz\u2019s house until the wedding when she would then move into the new home with her husband. A week before the wedding though, the summer storms stirred in Williston Falls.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That evening, Mr. Schantz was reading the newspaper, sitting in his upholstered recliner. As if he didn\u2019t notice, or was not bothered by, the strengthening winds. Mrs. Schantz was silent too on the other side of the small room, crocheting, in her rocking chair. However, she was ill at ease. Her eyebrows were arched, her forehead crinkled, and her mouth was frowned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAre you all right, Mrs. Schantz?\u201d Julia asked softly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The question startled Mrs. Schantz from her pensiveness. \u201cOh, yes, yes, fine. I am fine, Julia.\u201d She began rocking stiffly in her chair and humming a light melody, attempting to prove nothing was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWorried about this storm, she is,\u201d Mr. Schantz said, without looking up from his paper. \u201cJulia, nothing\u2019s goin\u2019 happen. These winds ain&#8217;t near strong enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With a frustrated grunt, Mrs. Schantz stood abruptly from her chair and left for the kitchen. Mr. Schantz shook his head, then straightened the crisp evening newspaper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia followed Mrs. Schantz into the kitchen. The woman was leaning over the countertop, her shoulders high, almost to her ears.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia saw her breathing heavily. He came close. \u201cAre you alright? You&#8217;re restless.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNothing\u2019s the matter,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know something is weighing on you. Is it the winds, the coming storm?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia put her arm across Mrs. Schantz\u2019s shoulders. But she brushed it off and stepped to the other side of the kitchen. \u201cI don\u2019t think it concerns you. You wouldn\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAre you upset at Mr. Schantz because he isn&#8217;t concerned about you or the storm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne\u2019s shoulders were still set hard and cold. Her hands gripped the edge of the countertop. LeAnne slowly raised her face toward the ceiling, and Julia saw her neck was reddened with heat. Even more stirring were two tiny bumps on her chest, pressing hard against her heavy blouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne noticed Julia\u2019s gaze and crossed her arms. \u201cI need to be left alone. Go to your room.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia said no. \u201cI am worried about this storm too and about what I\u2019ve heard from Mrs. Schumacher and Mrs. Latzke, the man on the wall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne gasped. She raised her hand toward her but stopped. \u201cDo not <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">ever<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> mention that here. I don\u2019t want to hear it. He does not exist. It is \u2026 He is nothing but a lie!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia was struck by Mrs. Schantz\u2019s harsh retort. She had never acted like this. She was kind and patient and gentle. An upstanding woman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia answered back. \u201cBut Mrs. Latzke and Mrs. Schumacher, they\u2019ve met him. You too. How is he not real now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJulia!\u201d Mrs. Schantz snapped like an angry mother, \u201cleave me alone. Go to your room!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Schantz slammed her hand on the counter, making the silverware rattle in the drawer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThese summer winds, I tell you, nothing comes with them. We were all lying. Lying, everyone of us,\u201d Mrs. Schantz hissed. Her eyes had a viciousness in them, revealing what was inside of her. Seeing venom, Julia left her alone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia passed through the sitting room. \u201cI am going to rest for the night, Mr. Schantz. I have a long day tomorrow. Pray the storm passes us without a trace.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo need to pray. Just a little wind. Don\u2019t let Mrs. Schantz get you all worked up. She\u2019s nutty on nights like these.\u201d And he gave a flippant wave and then folded the newspaper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/enigma-double-sonic\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47301 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo emigma sex toy\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That night, the trees swayed under the wind, and their trunks moaned. A branch cracked, and, throughout the storm, it smacked and scratched against Julia\u2019s bedroom window, eeking against the pane. Julia lay alone, fearful, with the blankets pulled up to her chin, like a little girl. There were shadows and odd sounds in the house. She tried to sleep but could not rest her thoughts. The fear of the storm and the questions about the women\u2019s stories of that silhouette ran through her mind. She tried to believe what Mrs. Schantz had said in the kitchen, that it is all a lie, that the silhouette is not real. She could not quite convince herself though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A sudden whoosh of wind pushed the broken branch against her window again and it banged the branch against the pane. The screech made Julia cringe. Mustering some courage, she walked to the window to see whether the branch might break the glass. When she turned back, she saw a dark movement cross her room, near her dresser. Immediately she thought of Mrs. Latzke&#8217;s encounter. The stories she had heard replayed in her mind. From then on, she began to imagine a tall shadow moving up and down the wall, from floor to ceiling. And she remembered how the Silhouette moved between Mrs. Latzke\u2019s chest of drawers and her armoire. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Silhouette can\u2019t be here<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, Julia thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The others knew when he was there. He would do the same to me, wouldn\u2019t he?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia\u2019s mind eased, after a calm in the storm and in the house. She convinced herself that the shadows and sounds all were nothing. \u201cJust everyday sights and sounds seen and heard in the dark,\u201d she muttered. She began to feel better and the peace allowed for a little rest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon though, in the quiet, she heard a door unlock. The soft click of a key stirred her, spiking her attention and arousing her nervousness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A silhouette wouldn\u2019t, couldn\u2019t, open a <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">door, she thought. She giggled at her stupidity and fears. It must have been Mr. or Mrs. Schantz. One of them was probably out if bed for some reason. No one else lived there. However, her mind didn\u2019t give up. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What if it wasn\u2019t?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia forced her eyes closed and steadied her breathing. \u201cThere is nothing to be afraid of,\u201d she repeated to herself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She heard a creak on the hard wood floor in the hallway. It was a familiar squeak that sounded whenever someone walked by the staircase. And her room was near those stairs. She heard shuffling footsteps continuing down the hallway closer to her bedroom door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She sat up in bed. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Someone, something, is walking this way<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, she thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Was it the Silhouette?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo,\u201d she commanded herself to believe, \u201cjust one of the Shantzs.\u201d She added in a whisper, \u201cThere is nothing to be afraid of.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Outside, the winds suddenly picked up again, and the branch eeked against her window. She gritted her teeth. Her heart beat faster. Her throat tightened. She recalled the weeping Mrs. Latzke and her reddened knees. And Mrs. Schumacher and the saltiness left in her mouth and the dried goo on her face and in her hair. And Mrs. Schantz. She said none of it was true and said strange things had happened to them all, each of the ladies who were there that morning in the Louise Hollis Community Center.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The thoughts spun Julia\u2019s mind, stealing her calm. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If the Silhouette wanted them, it might want me. What would it want from me? Something bad?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And there was Mrs. Latzke\u2019s wanton smile. A smile that conveyed a deep desire for more of the lustfulness. Julia\u2019s mind countered that thought with an image of the man she loved, her fianc\u00e9. She wanted him to be her first and the only man to know her. However, dirty thoughts began to consume all of her mind. She began to think:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Silhouette wasn\u2019t a man, if it was even real, so my husband would be the only \u201cman\u201d I would know.<\/span><\/i> <i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Whatever it demanded, whatever I did, I would still be a virgin for him even if the Silhouette burned my knees or messed up my hair.<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> And her mind continued, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What would it be like to have something large and long in my \u2026<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> She ran her finger along her secret lips. There was an immediate moistening, a warmth of excitement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another movement caught her eye, pulling away those brief wanton thoughts. The movement blocked, for half a second, the steady soft light coming underneath her bedroom door. Her throat constricted again. She forced herself to lay back, now fully awake and squeezing her bedsheets. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Would the Silhouette make a noise or attack suddenly, silently? Could I escape? But Mrs. Latzke didn\u2019t hear anything and she wanted to follow it.<\/span><\/i> <i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What if I wanted to do what it told me? Could I not do it?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Latzke\u2019s wicked smile came to mind again. It was a deep desire. A fiery craving, animalistic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A shuffling in the hallway came close to Julia\u2019s room, and it stopped just beyond her door. This time, the soft light under the door was obstructed. The door handle turned softly. The twist caused the moonlight to reflect for a second on the metal handle. Julia bit her bottom lip to prevent a scream. However, there was no shaking or wild rattling of the handle. It seemed, whoever was on the other side, did not want to enter but just check that it was locked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia sat up. \u201cMrs. Schantz?\u201d she whimpered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No one responded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The shadow at her door passed by. Its passing made her as relieved as a night like this would allow, which was not much.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It doesn\u2019t want me. It left me alone<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, she thought. She began to breathe again. A weight lifted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But before long, other thoughts crept into her mind. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Maybe it didn\u2019t realize I am here. Maybe the Silhouette roams until it finds what it is looking for.<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> She shuffled herself deeper into her bed and pulled the sheets up to her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was another click. She heard the door to the other bedroom open and close with a single creak. It wasn\u2019t the door to the master bedroom. The door led to the room beside hers. There were no other rooms on the second floor, except those three.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She heard a shuffling in that room, and Julia covered her mouth before she screamed. She held her hand tightly over it until she calmed herself<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. Stay in bed and try to sleep, maybe sing a nice, sunny song. But I could stop worrying so much if I just knew either Mr. or Mrs. Schantz was awake. I would sleep better.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia slipped out of bed. She tiptoed across her room, trying to avoid that single aching wood plank in her floor. She rushed to the next room, and found the door locked. Julia knocked on the door. \u201cMrs. Schantz! Mr. Schantz! Are you alright? Let me in to help you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No one answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pushed her ear against the door. \u201cHello? Who\u2019s in there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In a husky, tired voice, Mrs. Schantz answered, \u201cJulia, I am fine. Leave, go back to bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid you fall down? Do you need my help?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t fall,\u201d LeAnne barked. \u201cI\u2019m cleaning in here. Go away!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy are you cleaning in the middle \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was startled by sudden grunts and a heave of breath. With a ragged voice, Mrs. Schantz uttered, \u201cLeave\u2026 me alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia left the door and went to her room, confused, scared. She didn\u2019t go to bed though. Instead, worried, she went into her dark closet. It shared a wall with the next room. She brushed past her dresses and avoided the pairs of heels on the floor. She froze when she heard a wild shriek and a deep, growling moan. The moan was succulent and an invitation to do again what was just done. Whoever it was took advantage of the invitation. The moans grew louder and faster.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia dropped to her hands and knees and pressed her ear against the wall. She heard mattress springs squeak in quick rhythm. Soon she began to understand what was happening in the next room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe Silhouette,\u201d she whispered in fear. She remained silent, listening, until she heard a woman\u2019s last unholy screech. Animalistic, shameless, orgasmic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All went silent after that in the other room. No squeaks. No movement. No moans. But suddenly, gently, the empty clothes hangers clacked against each other and her hanging dresses swished. When Julia pulled her ear away from the wall, she felt a warm breeze. She looked over her shoulder in case Mrs. Schantz had come to her room to scold her like an angry mother. As Julia looked back, between her and the closet doorway was a thin gray haze. She could see her messy bed and her oak chest of drawers, but the room was blurred. She squinted to decide if her mind was tricking her or if her eyes had become accustomed to the dark of the closet. She got her answer when that warmth surrounded her. It felt smooth, as smooth as shea butter. Just like Mrs. Latzke had described it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The warmth touched, as if two hands, the soft bottoms of her feet and moved around her ankles, her calves, to her knees, and then her thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The warm hands circled every part of her, even grazing against the most intimate places, reminding her that she was naked under her nightdress. The hands, as she reckoned, rose up the back of her legs. The tiny hairs straightening. A more intense tingle caused her small toes to press into the floor to counter the pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The hands moved to the front of her legs, gripping the young flesh, kneading her thighs to the edge of pain. When the warmth slid between her cheeks, it tightened her innocent anus. Yet Julia let the warmth go where it pleased. It fondled her tightly drawn rosebud. She squealed, like a little girl being tickled, when it thumbed her pink lips. Her whole body jittered in the intimate attention. And she wanted more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought of Mrs. Latzke\u2019s wanton smile. She knew now why she had smiled so<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The warmth moved through the tuft of trimmed hair above her pussy and over her narrow hips. It blew briefly in her navel. Her juvenile giggling paused when the warmth cupped her small breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly. The warmth thrummed the hardened flesh. It tweaked them, one nipple and then the other, and then together. Her head fell sideways to her left shoulder as she soaked up the attention. She gasped though when she felt the roughness of a tongue swab over her light brown nipples. No one had touched her like this. Even she avoided playing, fearing that personal pleasure was improper. But this warmth shooed away all those concerns. Her body had been consumed by this warmth only briefly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGive me more. I want more,\u201d she whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0However, it whisked away, down her stomach, off her hips, through the crease of her cheeks and sliding off her toes. She was cold again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere did you go?\u201d she asked. \u201cDon\u2019t leave me.\u201d She felt like a close friend had abruptly ended a deeply personal conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But a deep, noble voice spoke simply. \u201cLift your gown.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without a second thought about Mrs. Schantz, the morning at the community center, Ruth or Thelma, or, least of all, her fianc\u00e9, she shimmied the nightgown up her legs, baring her ivory bottom.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The warmth touched her lower back but the feeling faded when she felt something stiff and undeterred pressing against her pussy. She thought of Ruth and her description of the cucumber from Mrs. Hamilton\u2019s garden. \u201cI will deny ever saying that,\u201d Mrs. Latzke had said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pressure grew against Julia\u2019s virginity and a worry about the pain of tearing her flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait, wait,\u201d she stammered. There was no stopping it though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The dick pushed its way into her, breaking her innocence. It entered deeply and pulled back, making Julia yelp at the rub against the folds of flesh. The tip came to the edge of her entrance and bumped her swollen clit. She winced and hissed, as if being burned. She felt the exciting, new pleasure of sexual excitement. Julia\u2019s eyes were closed and her jaw was offset. Her head bobbled back and forth, up and down as she was being fucked for the first time. Soon the overconsumption of lust, tenderness, revelry, had her feeling faint, her head cloudy. Near euphoria, she was given a chance to breathe and regain herself as the dick pulled out of her. It left her empty and wanting it again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/mona-wave\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-41482 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/does-dildo-shape-and-look-matter.jpg\" alt=\"lelo dildo for women\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/does-dildo-shape-and-look-matter.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/does-dildo-shape-and-look-matter-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/does-dildo-shape-and-look-matter-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/does-dildo-shape-and-look-matter-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAgain, more, more, please.\u201d She ached out the request.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The tip of the cock brushed her pussy folds once more. She knew it had aligned itself with her entry, but she only felt grazes against her needy flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Offering herself, she spread apart her knees to give easier access to her wet pussy and amorous labia. The cock didn\u2019t press where she expected however. Instead, it pushed slower and harder against her tightened ass. She tightened it as a natural reaction. And a moral one.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can\u2019t, I can\u2019t, I can\u2019t. Don\u2019t hurt me.\u201d She swatted behind her but hit nothing. Yet, she winced as the cock pushed into her. Her delicate skin stretched, burning, until it was able to handle each thrust. The cock eventually pulled out. Julia\u2019s ass was left stinging, a hot burning. She had trouble trying to wince it tight again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The night had been overwhelming. Exhausted, Julia could only rest her face and chest on the cool closet floor, and letting her ass remain high. She didn\u2019t care. She was lost in a confused state of worry, intense pleasure, embarrassment, guilt, unconcern, and, most of all, a lingering hedonistic desire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFeel good?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia jolted upright and shrieked. \u201cMrs. Schantz!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne was there, shaded by that gray veil.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0\u201cLet me help you to the bed,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia was jittery as she walked out of the closet. Her knees wobbled. She knew she had gone too far. She would never be the same, never an innocent girl. A greater worry of Julia\u2019s now was, the whole time, Mrs. Schantz had watched.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia climbed into her bed. She turned her red face toward LeAnne but diverted her eyes. \u201cHow much did you see?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEverything,\u201d she replied tenderly. \u201cWas it all you expected?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia was about to answer when LeAnne put her hands between her legs. Her cool, rough hands, not the warm, soft hands, touched her inner thighs and pushed her legs wide. Then her fingers brushed through Julia\u2019s brown bush.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Schantz!\u201d Julia squeaked, confused.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne didn\u2019t answer. Instead, she silenced the young girl with a caress of her clit. The slightest touch made Julia arch her back and shake her head as it consumed so much sensuality.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia knew someone else was in the room, maybe Mr. Schantz, when she heard Mrs. Schantz say, \u201cShe is ready. She is yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhose am I?\u201d Julia asked worriedly. \u201cDon\u2019t let your husband see me like this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo one is here. Only me and Zulmanu,\u201d LeAnne said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWho?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cZulmanu, the Silhouette we\u2019ve all seen. The one who had you before all men.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Julia looked to LeAnne, the young woman saw that Mrs. Schantz held a dark length in her hand. Julia\u2019s eyes followed the length from the mushroom-curved tip in Mrs. Schantz\u2019s hand up the wall to the ceiling. It was the dark Silhouette, a shadow. No features, except for the size of the shadow and the length of its cock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know its name?\u201d Julia asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne tenderly guided the young woman, so her back was to the wall. \u201cZulmanu has visited for many years. He runs with the winds.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne aligned the cock with Julia\u2019s pussy. She then raised one of Julia\u2019s legs to stretch and open her swollen lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cZulmanu is an ancient lover of women,\u201d LeAnne added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As she said it, its cock entered Julia. Julia jumped with the first thrust and rocked with the others. It was the same length. Her body soon shook wildly. Zulmanu&#8217;s thrusts intensified. Julia grunted with each inward push. The rocking sped up, faster, faster, deeper and deeper, driving into her pussy, sharply, fully, and suddenly stopped. A warm cream filled her. Julia stiffened, unmoved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia only glanced toward LeAnne and then turned her eyes to the ceiling, the shadowed head of Zulmanu. Her body was exhausted. Stretched, broken, burning, sweaty. She finally felt a glob of cum ooze from her pussy. It drained down her butt, over her burning ass and dampening the bed sheet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne smiled, motherly, staring down at Julia\u2019s young flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next morning, Julia awoke sore. Gathering her wits, she darted into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her hair was crazed and strands pasted by sweat to her forehead. She scratched off the dried stickiness. She walked downstairs stiffly but hoping to hide that she was in pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julia stepped into the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe storm passed over last night,\u201d Mr. Schantz was telling LeAnne, was washing dishes. \u201cEverything is fine. Didn\u2019t I tell you that\u2019s how it would be?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood morning,\u201d Julia said weakly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou look like you had a rough night,\u201d Mr. Schantz said, studying her body. \u201cThe storm keep you up late too?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cVery late, yes,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">LeAnne washed the dishes, her back to Julia. \u201cBreakfast will be ready soon. Have a seat at the table.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Schantz looked at the women. \u201cBoth you seem more tired than you should be. The storm wasn\u2019t even that bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI felt it for a long time,\u201d Julia said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Schantz stiffened. \u201cShe was afraid, so I stayed by her,\u201d said LeAnne, hands hidden in the soapy foam in the sink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo that&#8217;s where you went last night,\u201d Mr. Schantz said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; The cruel winds had blown through Williston Falls the night before. 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