RED TRUCK

Categories: MF, oral, cons, rough, bd
Based on a dream.
Written by Mystery Girl.
2001.

It was a nice sunny day.  I met you somewhere in Oxford and
then I climbed into the open back of your red pickup, took
off all my clothes, and then layed down on my back on the
hard plastic box liner.  You tied down my wrists and my
legs with binder twine, blindfolded me, and then put a
tarp loosely over me so that nobody would be able to see
me.

Then, you got into the cab of your truck and drove through
the countryside, down a road, and then turned right onto a
dirt road, driving slowly.  It must have been that steep
road leading down to the river, where you can only get out
if you have a 4X4 truck.  As I layed in the back during the
rough ride, I could feel the grit under my back, the noise
of gravel and tires, and everything was dark.  

It was exciting to think about how many people had driven
past this road without any idea what was going on.

You stopped the truck in the middle of the woods and I heard
the door slam as you got out.  I heard every muddy footstep
as you walked to the tailgate, and then the metal clanking
sound as you opened it.  I had no idea what you were going
to do, but I knew it would be good, and it would be
animalistic.  I felt you climb into the back, pull off the
tarp, and gaze at my naked body - all the 
way from my blindfolded head down to my shiny nipple rings,
and to my nice spread legs, all yours to take advantage of,
tied down in the back of your truck. You could already feel
your hard dick in your shorts and how hot it felt between
your legs... all ten inches of its uncut length, straining
to be unleashed.

Without even untying me or taking off my blindfold, you
started running your hands over my pale body as you layed
beside me.  You liked the curves and how they felt, and how
I got a little smile on my face sometimes.  You kissed my
mouth and neck, then circled your warm tongue around each
nipple, caressing the smooth metal hoops piercing them.  I
loved the feeling as you worked your way down my body
with your tongue and your brutalized blue-collar hands.
You were so sensuous, and it was all so intoxicating.

As you licked lingeringly on my hot, already slightly wet
crotch, I heard the sound of you pulling down your shorts,
and every nerve in my body got excited.  I could only 
imagine how hard you were, and I knew you were going to get
nice and rough with me, fast, because I couldn't stop you
anyway... and you knew I liked it that way.

You moved back up on top of me and started grinding your
dick very lightly against my crotch.  It was already wet at
the tip and felt delicious rubbing against my wet folds.  We
were both breathing harder now and the ropes were holding my
arms and legs so I couldn't even move at all, even though I
wanted to. I could feel your muddy boots against my legs, and
I ached to reach forward and hold tight to your muscular
forearms, hardened to steel by the Marine Corps, and then
hard farm work the past few years.  I wanted to envelop my
body around your beautiful twentysomething body and mesh
into an overwhelming, torrid fireball of life-force.

You decided you wanted to take me right away even though
you'd hardly started, so you slowly ground harder and harder
against my inviting folds, your monstrous cock demanding my
compliance.  You pushed inside in one long, hard, stunning 
stroke. I bit my lip and moaned in pain and excitement as I
felt that horsedick raping me mercilessly.  I strained
against the ropes until they were taught, and knew you'd
leave me bleeding after this one.  You just fucked into me
harder and harder, it felt so hot and wet, and you filled me
so completely you literally bottomed out, and I bit my lip
as I felt your battering ram ravage my deepest recesses.

Whispering softly and moaning in my ear, the intensity of
the feelings you engendered inside me made me practically
scream - and you felt your insides contract in lust.
With one final excrutiatingly pleasureable shove, you came
deep inside me, painting my insides with your torrent of hot
come, pleasurable tingles rocking your mind.  Your flood
soothed the fires of pain and pleasure inside me.

Forgetting your strength, you bruisingly clenched
your fingers into my upper arms, breathing heavy, loving 
that you could do this to me.  Then you layed on top of me
for a while, letting us recover from our daze, as we
nuzzled together, and collapsed into one another like slowly
melting butter.

Your powerful hands relaxed, and felt soft against me again,
as we whispered sweet nothings to one another, and succumbed
to the horse transquilizer of post-fuck bliss.

With you, every experience was unique, and I'll never look
at binder twine, tarps, chains, and bungee cords the same
way ever again.  The joys of a country lover!

THE END.

Brought to you by Mystery Girl.
2001.
http://www.erinworld.com/

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