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Subject: Sally Mae Gets Raped by Nomad (MF rape)
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This story contains graphic sexual content, as well as rape. It is not
intended for anyone under the age of eighteen, or anyone living in a
jurisdiction where such material is prohibited.
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Sally Mae Gets Raped
By Nomad
So my Ma says to me, Sally Mae, donÕt you be sneakinÕ off to the
swimminÕ hole, you got chores to do, but gosh it was just so darned hot
I decided to take a quick swim after feedinÕ the hogs. Ever since I
been fillinÕ out sheÕs been tellinÕ me not to be swimminÕ naked either,
but there werenÕt another soul around, so I decided IÕd take a chance.
Jeepers, the cool water felt great. It must have been a hunnert degrees
out. I splashed around a while, coolinÕ off, making like I was a
dolphin or something, and just as I was gettinÕ ready to get out I
notice this fella standing there. He was dressed kinda fancy like, like
a city boy, and I says to him if he wouldnÕt mind turninÕ his back while
I got out and got dressed, and what does he do but start takinÕ off his
clothes!
I say we ainÕt been properly introduced for somethinÕ like this, but he
says we gonna get introduced real good in a minute. I could tell his
thing was real hard already when he pulled his pants off, and when he
pulled his shorts off- gosh, golly and gee whiz!- It looked like one of
my MaÕs rollinÕ pins. I says you ainÕt usinÕ that thing on me mister, I
ainÕt no horse yÕknow, and he says you think itÕs too big for a little
filly like you, and I says it most certainly is, but he lets loose with
all sorts of bad language, sayinÕ heÕll make it fit.
He comes into the pond and grabs my wrist, pullinÕ me out, wrasslinÕ me
to the ground. Now, IÕm a pretty strong gal, I been breakinÕ horses and
haulinÕ bags of feed ever since I was a youngÕun, but golly, this fella
was just too much for me. He pins my arms down and pushed my legs apart
with his knees. I says canÕt you think about this mister, I ainÕt too
experienced in things like this, and that big doodle of yours is likely
to split me in two, but I guess when a fella gets in that condition
there ainÕt no stoppinÕ him. He puts the thing up to my little place
and starts a pushinÕ and a pumpinÕ.
IÕm yellinÕ that there ainÕt no way itÕs gonna fit, but he starts usinÕ
more words that I ainÕt gonna repeat, sayinÕ heÕll be havinÕ his way
with me even if it kills me. I says back to him that thatÕs a likely
possibility. It was like trying to fit a bull into a gopher hole, but
after a while my womanly place gets all kind of wet and slippery- I
guess it happens automatically, it certainly werenÕt none of my doinÕ-
and he manages to start workinÕ that big olÕ Louisville Slugger in me
and Lordy! I been thrown off more than a few buckinÕ broncs at the
junior rodeo, and stomped on by Ôem as well, but I ainÕt never felt
anything like this. IÕm howlinÕ, beatinÕ on his chest tryinÕ to get him
to stop, but this city fella keeps whalinÕ away, aparently enjoyinÕ
hisself quite a bit at the feelinÕ of his big old thing squeezed into my
womanhood.
So heÕs pumpinÕ away, like a steam locomotive cominÕ down Tahachpe
grade, and IÕm strugglinÕ, tryinÕ to get this perverted city boy off of
me when all of a sudden this fella lets out a groan like a grizzly bear
or somethinÕ. He holds still and- gee willikers! He starts creaminÕ
and a creaminÕ like there werenÕt no tommorrow, fillinÕ me full of the
stuff. I canÕt exactly say I was sorry he did- all that slippery stuff
certainly made it easier on my privates, this fella beinÕ built like an
oak tree and all. After he had pumped it all out he starts easinÕ it in
and out again, askinÕ me how I liked it. I says golly, I feel like I
been through a stampede.
Finally this fella rolls off of me and lays beside me, gaspinÕ and a
groaninÕ. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and start to get dressed,
sayinÕ, gee mister, you could give a gal a chance to say no, not every
girl is built to take a big old tool like the one youÕve got.
Us country folk are polite, and after sharinÕ an intimate encounter with
him, even if he werenÕt too gentlemanly about it, I decided I ought to
invite him over to my place for a glass of iced tea, and to meet my
folks. I started thinkinÕ maybe he wasnÕt such a bad fella, and maybe
it would be nice havinÕ him around, but when I noticed him lookinÕ over
my little sister Cindy Lou, well, I decided he better just be movinÕ
along............
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