From acorn@baldcom.net Thu Aug 07 00:35:38 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Rich:mf,nc
From: acorn@baldcom.net
Date: Wed, 06 Aug 1997 22:35:38 -0600
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If you're not 18...you know where to go...it's
going to be fairly offensive...I wouldn't want
to stain your innocent mind.
*This story involves only one character based
on a real person. It is about a man who
delivers flowers from the grower to the
flower shop where I1m working for the
summer. However, I know almost nothing
about him, and for the purpose of this story
(which is for him to read it), I will try to
assume almost nothing. Keep in mind I would
never condone the events of this story, but
somehow felt possessed to write it anyway.*
Rich was having a hell of a day. Driving the
flower truck was something he had gotten
used to over the years, but today was really
testing his limits. First there was a
half-an-hour traffic slowdown for
construction on the highway. One florist
made him wait 20 minutes before she even
came out to see the flowers. Almost no one
bought anything at all today, and Rich wasn1t
in the mood. He got no sleep the weekend
before, not that he usually did, but it was
finally starting to catch up with him. He was
having trouble even being nice and wished he
could just be back home, drinking whatever,
just getting wasted. He1d want his girlfriend
to be there too; they always had the best sex
that way, because Rich didn1t have to worry
about looking sweetly into her eyes and saying
I love you or even kissing her a lot. Not that
he didn1t like to kiss but when it was just
crazy fucking, good hard fucking, he wanted to
just do that and not be distracted with the
bullshit. Rich steered the truck back into the
lane after drifting over the white line.
DamnÐthinking about his girlfriend didn1t
usually make him do that, thought Rich. I
must be hard-up for some love, he
thoughtÐand the truck puttered to a stop. He
was out of gas.
FUCK, thought Rich. How could I not have
filled up the truck? But it was trueÐthe gas
gauge fully functional, and well below the
letter 3E2 on a level surface. He didn1t even
have a gas can, and he was five miles out of
**town x** and any gas station. He would
hitchhike. He would lose cool points,
especially in snobby **town x**, but it was
work and it had to be done. For a moment
Rich cursed fate, cursed his girlfriend,
cursed his father for having a business that
made him drive off into East Bumfuck just to
deliver a bunch of weeds. But he gathered
himself as a car pulled up to give him a ride,
and he tried to look both professional and
harmless as he leaned down to say hi toÐ
3A bright and pretty young woman,2
Kristin1s high school teacher had told her
parents on conference day. 3She is sure to be
successful,2 she reassured them, who were
expectant but perhaps not doting ones, hoping
only that their girl would follow in her
brother1s footsteps, now in his first year of
medical school. Kristin herself wanted
nothing of the kind, was only 16 years old and
not even quite ready to consider it, and
instead was enjoying high school as much as
possible. Against her parents1 wishes she
went out drinking and sometimes didn1t call to
say when she1d be back. Her mother found a
half-empty pack of cigarettes in the glove
compartment one day. But Kristin1s parents
never would have found any condoms, because
Kristin, fortunately, was, at least sexually,
very inexperienced. And here she was being
bad again, because she saw a blond-haired,
blue-eyed guy on the side of the road near a
large truck and thought he must need help.
3Are you heading back to Skaneateles? I
need to pick up some gas,2 said the man with
a mock-serious look. Something about the
way he looked at her made Kristin tighten up
inside. He wasn1t like the boys at school with
their ironed pants, button-down shirts, and
tough-guy athlete attitudes, yet he did have
some attitude to him. Maybe it was just the
excitement of picking up a hitchhiker, so she
decided to play it cool, very cool.
3Yeah, you can get in,2 said Kristin in her
best I-don1t-care tone, as her face changed
not a bit in regard to Rich. Looking through
the window Rich didn1t miss her perfect
tanned legs covered by a little white
sundress, her arms, her round shoulders
only covered by straps, her soft hair in a
ponytail turning blonde in the sun, he got in
the car and looked at her.
3Hi, I1m Rich,2 he told her as he took
another good look at the girl, whose face could
be on the cover of a magazine, oh, but better,
she was his private model, his dream come
true, but he wanted her, HIS.
3Kristin,3 said Kristin, hands with nails
medium-length and painted beige turning the
steering wheel to pull away from the
shoulder. Her delicately muscled leg defined
itself as her foot pushed the gas. Rich really
was mesmerized but she turned to give him a
short smile and he nodded, saying thanks in
his own best distracted tone. She had to be
his. He couldn1t let her get away.
3I can1t believe I ran out of gas. I have to go
all the way back to Canada, I ship flowers,2
he explained. Everything he said had double
meaning in his head. This one meant 3I1m a
good guy, I1m a human being,2 just to
reassure her. Everything had to be said for a
reason now, because everything had to
convince her to be HIS. Rich didn1t care abut
his girlfriendÐin fact, he forgot he even had a
girlfriend at all as he though about putting
his cock into that beautiful little body, about
those pink lips and tongue sliding all over his
neck and on down.
3Oh,2 answered Kristin in a fake-interested
tone. 3Do you live in Canada?2
3Yeah. HeyÐdo you have anything to do
right now? I was thinking I want to get
something to eatÐit1ll be a while before I get
home,2 Rich ventured. He was running late,
and he shouldn1t leave the truckÐbut fuck
flowers, fuck work, right now she was the
most important thing. Good thing she was
young and she couldn1t tell his dick was doing
the talking, because he was sounding like an
asshole. Shit, if his dick could speak it
wouldÐit was bulging desperately against his
fly like a captured animal. All his control
was lost because this was a lucky break, a
fucked-up, one-in-a-million situation and
he wasn1t going to pass it up.
3You want me to go eat with you? I don1t
even know who you are,2 she said easily, like
she got a hundred guys asking her a day.
Well, she thought, not a hundred. But plenty
of guys wanted her, and she knew it. What
would it hurt? she thought, you only live
once, and this is a nice guy. WhateverÐshe1d
go along, she1d just see what he said next.
3Oh, no, I1m not armed, see?2 Rich slapped
his thighs to prove it, smiling like a silly kid
and hoping she didn1t look too closely. She
didn1t. Oh, great, she thought. 3I just want
somebody to keep me company while I eat!2
he continued. 3I1ll even buy you dinner.
Come on, it1ll be fun. Then I1m off to drive
back home.2 Clinched it, he thought.
3Where do you want to go?2 she asked. YES,
he thought. MINE. My baby pussy, my wet
cunt.
3Actually I don1t know any place; I just pass
through, so wherever you want to go,2 said
Rich, dick pounding like a demon. How was he
going to make it through dinner?
Kristin chose the Blue Water, noticing that
Rich was older, probably of drinking age, and
could get her beer. They walked through to
sit on the back deck and for starters he got
them each a drink. He asked her about school
and she told him about her friends and
teachers and parents. Usually a nice guy and
interested in conversation, tonight he didn1t
give a shit, and felt bad, bad, bad. He was bad
to the bone and cooler than dirt and she was
loving it. People looked at them and he
wondered if they noticed the age
differenceÐseven years, and she not caring
because she was acting so grown-up.
Kristin went to the bathroom, ready to pee
after 2 rum and cokes, thinking about how
she should be home because her mother didn1t
know where she was. But she had told Rich
about how she was always telling her to come
home by 2 and not speaking to her if she found
out she drank, and how she made her stay
home from the fall dance and she had to lie and
say her grandmother died. He seemed to
understand. She was having more fun with
him anyway. She wiped, flushed, and washed
her hands, fixed her hair in the mirror.
When she exited the bathroom he was right
outside leaning against the wall. He smiled
and said, 3Let1s go for a walk.2
Now, Kristin knew that this classic line
meant more than just a walk, and she knew
she was never supposed to see this man again,
but he was cuter and cuter and the way he
looked at her made her feelÐwell, like, sexy.
He took her hand and they walked under the
deck to look at the lake. It was getting dark
early as it was early October and he used the
excuse of the chilly air to put his arm around
her. She was wearing that summer dress, he
thought, and nothing covering those legs. She
wasn1t thrilled about this quick move but
tolerated it until he turned his head towards
hers. She pretended not to see him, but he
pushed her own around with his hand and
kissed her, pushing his tongue right into her
mouth no questions asked, and searching
passionately for her tonsils.
Kristin had been here before and though
nervous, she stopped and leaned against the
building. She began to respond and enjoy the
kiss when his hands began to slide from her
shoulders, over her arms to her sides,
thumbs running over each breast, which
shocked her, but continuing, over her hips
and back to her ass. Not only did he dare to
touch her ass but he went over and under it
and inside to her thighs! This was danger
zone and her stomach turned thinking of the
nasty thing that was happening, and pushed
him off her just as his hips met hers and she
felt his hardness press against her leg.
3Get off!2 she whisper-yelled, then, 3What
do you think you1re doing??!!2
3I1m sorry, I didn1t mean it,2 said Rich,
like a kid apologizing when he doesn1t know
what he1s done wrong. She apparently
accepted it, though, as she did not run but slid
down the wall to sit on the ground and be
pissed off. Frustrated, Rich felt his lust
grow to a tremendous urge. It was
unforgiving, the burning in his dick. It was
unavoidable, wasn1t it? He just couldn1t wait
anymore, could he? Here they were, alone.
She wanted it, she really did.
Rich unzipped his pants and pulled out his
rigid cock. He quickly stepped over her knees
to face her, standing over her little hot body,
he found her mouth and thrust his cock inside.
She tried to get away and he grabbed her head
to hold it in place. Her mouth felt so warm
and wet over his penis but he wished she
knew how to suck him. 3Suck it, Kristin,2
he gasped, as he pulled her head away from
his cock, then back towards it. She obeyed,
tightening her lips around the shaft, and he
let her head go, instead stepping on the sides
of her dress to keep her to the ground. She
tried to blow him but her attempt was
pathetic. There was no suction and she moved
too slowly. 3Go faster, harder, Kristin,2 he
told her, because even though he was so ready
for it he could have come right there, he
wanted it good, wanted it to be done right. But
she didn1t want skill tips. She pulled away
and gagging, tried to yell 3Let me go!2 It
came out as a low cry, but she pissed Rich
right off. He grabbed her head, and shoving
his cock in it, held her head with one hand and
began to fuck it right against the wall. It was
so good, the head of his dick sliding right into
the tight part of her throat, and he leaned his
head to rest right against the wall, hand
pushing the wall in the tension of pleasure.
Fucking her throat with all his power, Rich
felt her hands pushing at him desperately.
She probably couldn1t breathe. He pulled out
almost out of her mouth, then jammed it back
in before she could speak. He head banged
against the bricks a little bit as he hit his
good rhythm. He chewed his own lips in the
thought of the beautiful soft girl-lips he was
fucking and he shot his cum down her throat,
pulling back so she could get a good tasty
squirt right in her mouth. Kristin gagged and
crumpled to the ground as he let her go, cock
still pulsing white spurts onto her face, her
neck.
God she was dirty now, they both thought.
And good as ever. This bitch needs more,
thought Rich. His dick was steel, still hard
after coming, ready for her cunt, ready to be
the first one, ready to worm its way in where
no man had gone before and then fuck back and
forth all over again.
He walked her over to the wooden fence that
edged the lake. He pushed her back so she
bent over the rail. She spit and gagged still,
dropping cum and watery saliva into the
water. He wasn1t interested. He pulled the
white dress up over her ass and admired it,
covered in matching underwear. He pulled
them down and used his knee to move her legs
apart. He stuck his finger between her legs
and pinched her warm pussy. She whimpered
and said, 3Stop it.2
3No,2 he said in a nasty voice. 3Didn1t you
like being facefucked? I want to make you
come,2 he went on. 3I want to make you feel
good, with your pussy all sticky with your
juice.2
Kristin was disgusted. 3Please stop, I don1t
want to,2 she cried. Rich kept massaging her
cunt, pushing the skin all around, pushing his
fingers between her pussylips and then into
her vagina, one, then two, feeling into her
insides, filling her up. His hand was soft but
it still hurt. He stuck his fingers into her
asshole, then reached around and told her to
lick them. She didn1t know what he would do
to her if she didn1t, so she did. She decided
she wouldn1t make his mad anymore, then she
started to cry. Well, that made him mad. He
slapped her ass, hard, not caring about the
noise. As a matter of fact it could not be heard
because they were close to people, directly
underneath the deck of the Blue Water Grill,
which was a hubbub of people. And they
didn1t know a damn thing. How ironic.
He was so excited about popping this cherry
he kneeled, pulled her lower ass cheeks away,
and licked the hole tenderly that he was about
to break so cruelly. Then he took a piece of
assmeat in his teeth and bit it, hard. He
quickly stood up the, bent over her, put his
hand over her mouth, and forced his cock into
her resistant pussy. It stopped right inside
and he just pulled back a little, then pushed
straight back in as hard as he could. Her
hymen broke and his dick even felt wet
against her dryness. He pushed in a far as he
could, then pulled out. The wetness was her
blood, just a bit but so sweet. She was
moaning through his hand.
3Shut up, don1t you like it? How do you like
fucking me, baby? Don1t you want to fuck
me?2 They were all rhetorical questions but
he asked them anyway just to piss her off. He
rammed back into her and his dick went
farther this time, right up against the wall.
3Mmmm!2 he could not help voicing how good
it was as her tiny tight pussy grabbed his
cock, squeezing it so hard, it almost hurt.
Every time he pulled out it was like her
pussy wanted him to stay but every time he
went in it wanted him out. this pussy didn1t
know anything about fucking, but damn, he
was teaching it, his hips slamming against
hers, her crotch stuck to his between him and
the fence, slowly getting a tiny bit wet. She
couldn1t help it. It was her body1s reaction to
being invaded with this big thing, oh, it was
pretty big for Rich just being a regular-sized
guy, and bigger than she ever imagined her
virginity would be broken with. A pussy like
that doesn1t want to be fucked so it1s hard to
fuck it fast, but the faster you do, the better
it is. So he pumped it in and out as fast as he
could, yanking her hips back to slam into her.
He wanted her more bent over so he pulled
her away from the fence and made her bend
over without anything to hold onto. Then he
pulled that little pussy all the way back onto
his cock. Yes. He got all of it that way, it was
so deep. He wanted to come like that but then
he just wanted her all over and he pushed her
down, turned her over and fucked her the
regular way, and she just lay there because
she didn1t know how to fuck. He paused for a
second. Her pussy grasped his cock like a
hand would, like a pussy would right in the
middle of coming, but it was just that tight.
He looked into her eyes and thought back about
avoiding that with his girlfriend. Kristin1s
eyes were filled with tears and he felt
horribly guilty for the first time. What had
he done? He raped her. Not only that, he took
her virginity. Well, it was too late now. He
leaned forward from his arm-prop and kissed
her softly. He lay down fully on top of her
and pretended he was back in junior high
making out. Except his dick was buried in
her snatch and he was sick of that guilty
feeling, so he started fucking her again. He
pulled her legs as far apart as they went and
he pounded her ass into the gravel and pulled
the front of her dress down and bit her
nipple. He thought of fucking her ass but he
figured she1d probably had enough for one
day. So he came inside her to soothe that
little pussy that must be getting so sore. He
gave that little box a sperm-bath to
remember, and on last thought, turned her
over before it was soft, shoved his prick
right into her ass. It as tighter than her
pussy, of course, but he figured he1d just
leave it for her next boyfriend to loosen up.
Rich left her lying there, too afraid he was
going to hurt her to move. He was in the clear
as he walked out on the street to hitch a ride
to the gas station.
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