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Hard Ride
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85/100: If you liked that one, you'll love this.
Name: Turbo Poet #2 @5320
Date: Sun Mar 25 17:43:22 1990
From: Artistic Licence [503-281-2376]
RE: Great stories...
BY: Randi #29 @7700
Hard Ride
(or Salivation Hell)
"My name is Dick," I said to her (in a stammering sort of way),
exuding confidence and sexuality with each word.
"Hello," she replied (though it was to the guy standing behind me).
It was something about the way she moved her head that had
originally caught my attention the moment I entered the bar. She
had a certain sort of sophisticated smile, a certain air of
intelligence (and a certain cross-eyed look that told me "she won't
say NO"). I casually meandered towards her and finally found
myself standing beside her and speaking to her (frothing
attractively at the corners of my mouth).
It wasn't long before I had her number, (overheard as she gave it
to that same fellow she said "hello" to) and was on my way home
making grand plans for our grand date ( - would it be the Colonel
or the golden arches ?).
I wanted to play it cool, so I waited and called her a little while
later (that evening). She remembered me very well (she thought),
and was very eager to go out with me (just as soon as her mother
left town and she could arrange for her poodles' operation and
finish painting her apartment). The time passed quickly, and I
found myself at her side ready to begin our date. I won't bore you
with the details of our conversation (such as deciding on smoking
or non-smoking section and how many ketchup packets really ARE
enough, etc.) - I'll just get to the good part. She simply could
not resist my animal charm (and odor). She was having the time of
her life (which is, no doubt, the reason the kept taking swigs from
that paper sack). I could tell that she wanted me, and badly (and
that is the only way I come: badly) - so I made it easy for her.
"Shall we go to your place, beautiful ?" I asked, smoothly (wiping
some spittle from my chin gracefully).
"Oh! Pleeeaaase," she replied (much as a teacher would upon hearing
the seventh excuse for late homework). She wanted me (far away from
her).
[PAUSE] We took a cab to her place, and I could sense her inner struggle:
to satisfy her deepest urges and have me (dead), or to remain in
control of herself. She urged me to go home, but I knew it would
be wrong to deny her what she wanted most. Soon we were embraced
on her bed.
"Okay.. Okay.. ," she said, giving in to herself (and my whining).
She began removing her blouse. I could not believe my eyes... So
much beauty, so much femininity, (so much fat) under her clothes.
It just didn't seem possible (or attractive). I removed my pants,
revealing my huge (for a rodent) and growing erection. I could tell
she was impressed, as her eyes caught on my crotch and a smile
crossed her lips (in fact, she even began laughing in
anticipation). I pulled her close and ripped off her bra (actually
I just stretched it and then had her take it off) with passion. I
began nibbling on her beautiful breasts and raining small kisses
all over her neck and ears (unfortunately leaving a bit of slobber
all over her, for which I still don't think she should have
complained all that much).
She was screaming repeatedly with heat, "Please don't stop". (Or
was it stop... please don't... ). By then we were both naked, our
clothes ripped into shreds by our passionate stroking. My penis
had never felt harder or longer (except when I had had other
erections, of course), and I guided it to her pouting vulva after
gently pushing her onto her back and spreading her long, shapely,
(cellulitic) legs apart. I entered her love canal (after she
finally agreed to help me guide it in) and began thrusting into her
feverishly. She came almost instantly (or was it me? Well one of
us did, anyway), and begged for more (lubrication). I told her to
get on her hands and knees and entered her doggy style from behind.
"You'll love this, baby, " I told her, as I slowly guided my index
finger to her puckered anus. She agreed and let me know with her
moans of pleasure (and saying that it felt a lot like going to the
bathroom). I could feel her shuddering as another orgasm ran
through her (during which she kept giggling with passion). I found
myself on the brink of release also, so I quickly pulled out,
turned her around and let her suck on my cock. I could tell she
loved sucking cock by the way she eagerly shoved my prodigious (3
inches) of manhood into her mouth (after only 3 or 4 minutes of my
pleading). When I thought she had enough (which luckily coincided
with not being able to control myself any longer), I ejaculated
into her mouth (I think, though it may have been a kleenex). She
swallowed evey drop (making pleasurable spitting sounds), but
couldn't keep up with the flow (so she left the room running).
We went on like this all night (until she had to meet her aunt at
the bus station). We then dressed and I gave her a tender kiss on
the cheek (and $50 for her troubles). "See you later, kid," I
winked at her. ("Yeah, later," she replied.)
Dong Juan
[PAUSE]
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