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/ This story may NOT be distributed to commercial sites.