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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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The BAMF (mf anal nc)
by Foxbat

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional, and bear
no intended resemblance to characters in real life. This story contains
graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read if such
stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer
and author's name remain intact and unaltered.

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This really just wasn't what I needed right now. Why couldn't she have
just taken the damn ride and tried to hold up the next guy?
"You can put that away now, and we'll just forget about the whole thing if
you want." It was a feeble attempt. I could see the determination in her
eyes as she shook her head no in answer.
I leaned back in the seat of my truck, and rubbed my eyes, and laughed.
This really was the last thing I needed to deal with.

I had been off for the weekend, and had gone home to see my now
ex-girlfriend. Things had been stressed lately between us, and the fact
that my company had assigned me yet another cross-country route bothered her
greatly. I was tired from the last trip, and I didn't want to argue, but
she wouldn't give up. So we had it all out, and now I was off again,
informed that I should never try to see her again.
Oh well, I had gotten by before her, and I guessed I would do fine after.
I have found that there's something about the open road which frees the
spirit, and I was just getting in the mood. I had been going through
northern Arizona on one of the highways, and had stopped to pick up a hitch
hiker as my spirits rose. Conversation was precious is the shipping
industry. And she wasn't too bad looking either.
She had been standing on the side of the road at the exit from the
rest-station, watching cars go by in the hot desert sun. It felt like a
million degrees outside when I opened the door after easing onto the
shoulder and slowing down.
"Where are you headed?" I asked.
"Wherever you're going," she replied and smiled. The smile wasn't a warm
or a friendly smile of a girl using her charms. It was a wistful sardonic
smile that proclaimed her indifference to me and the world. It was a smile
of a outsider listening to her own half-hearted joke.
And I wouldn't have thought twice, but for the blue eyes. There was a fire
in the blue eyes - incongruous with the apathy of her posture and movement.
I couldn't tell whether desperation or hatred or poverty fueled the fire,
but it was fascinating and mesmerizing.
She was dressed in short shorts, the kind that are too short, and a faded
orange and yellow halter top. Her hair was a dirty blond, and her skin had
a sandy tan from a life under the desert sun. There was a weathered look
about her, which, combined with lithe movements and a skinny almost waifish
body, had me referring to her as skank to myself before I realized I'd named
her.
She hopped in. Her movements, though, were unsure, and I got the
impression she wasn't yet used to the idea of hitch hiking.
Turning my attention away from her, I maneuvered the big rig back on the
highway, and picked up some speed. There was an awkward silence for a few
seconds which she deftly ended when she reached for the radio and put on
some music. I told her I could take her has far as the next big town, and
then our conversation turned to the music. I could tell though that there
was a distance between us, an uneasiness in the conversation, as though she
were waiting.
Which she was, for as soon as I pulled into a diner in the next town, I
turned to her and she was holding a large wicked looking hunting knife.
Where exactly on her sandy waifish body that knife had come from, I had no
idea. But I wasn't in the mood for this shit.

Opening my eyes and leaning forward, I laughed to myself and noticed the
confusion replace the fire which had spread from Skank's eyes over her face
as she looked down, as if checking to see that her knife still existed and
was a valid threat. When she looked back up, the confusion was replaced
entirely by surprise, and followed by shock and then fear in rapid
succession.

Most people who've seen BAMF don't live much longer to talk about it. The
long-distance trucking business is a dangerous one, and although it sounds
silly, hijacking is a serious thing. More than one of my peers has been
held up at gunpoint at rest stops, or diners or truckstops, had his cargo
and truck stolen, and a few even get their life stolen. I was no difference
- after my first brush with a hijacker, I went out and got BAMF who became
my new best friend.
BAMF was a .45 caliber Colt handgun, the biggest I could find. Firing
bullets nearly half an inch in diameter, it was designed to inflict maximum
trauma on its victims. BAMF would dwarf a normal persons hands, but my
family had been potters for generations and hand size and strength was not
something I lacked. Firing BAMF was a whole body experience, since the
recoil was enough to make its use by lesser men pointless. When you look
down the gray barrel of BAMF and the huge black hole on the end looks back
at you, any other gun feels like a pea-shooter. BAMF of course stood for
Bad Ass Mother Fucker.

As I moved BAMF closer to her face, I think a part of her understood when I
laughed at her knife. Most of her was just scared shitless though.
Well, if she wanted my wallet, she could try asking again now. "What's
wrong? Your butter knife don't cut it anymore?" I asked. I could see her
weighing her odds at making a run for it.
"See these two notches? Those were the last guys who tried to hijack me.
I don't know which guy was luckier. The first shot painted the wall of the
gas station with one guys lungs. I thought I'd be merciful when the other
guy started running, so I aimed for his leg. BAMF must not have liked him
too much though, cause BAMF decided that instead of shooting his leg, it
would take off his leg."
Real story. Poor bugger was wearing a prosthetic now and had spent the two
years after this incident learning how to walk again. I'm not a bad guy
most of the time, but if you try to take my stuff or screw me over, I will
fuck you without a second thought.
Which was exactly the idea that popped into my head, as I stared at Skank.
I hadn't gotten any action in weeks, and this weekend hadn't lessened the
stress, after all. Maybe a good fuck was what I needed. Who knows - maybe
it was what she needed too. Not that I cared too much at this point.
We were in a fairly inconspicuous place, and I could expect not to be
interrupted unless someone did something stupid. I motioned with BAMF for
her to go into the back compartment, which was just big enough for a bed and
a few shelves. I followed her in, and lay out a towel on the bed. Standing
in the door, BAMF still in hand, I gruffly told her to strip. The fear was
still in her face and her eyes didn't move off BAMF for even a second as she
dropper her shorts off and flipped the halter over her head. She made no
attempt to cover herself, just sat there transfixed by the Hole of Black
Death that was aimed at her forehead still.
I gave her a good look up and down - my girlfriend had had a full and
voluptuous body that required a strong man to fuck properly. There was so
much to grab and so much softness to bang. Skank by contrast was skin and
bone - her breasts hung off her chest, like mid-sized fruits hanging off the
stem of the tree. And I liked fruit. There was one thing however we needed
to fix first. I reached up to the shelf and tossed her my doppkit.
She stared at it dumbly.
"Shave."
She started at me dumbly.
"Shave your crotch." I don't like hairiness on anything except me. From
the continued looks of disbelief I was getting I could tell she didn't share
my opinion.
"Where did you leave that knife again? Maybe we could use that if you
don't like my razor...."
The spell was broken and she opened the doppkit and pulled out my razor and
shaving cream. I reached back into the front, and gave her the cup of water
I always kept in the cab. Not being able to find any other excuse to delay,
she kneeled on the towel and with a sad look of goodbye rubbed some of the
cream over her self. Then the razor came out as she scraped at the top
curls, trying to leave as much on for as long as possible.
My hand was getting tired keeping BAMF trained on the girl, who was no
match for me anyway, so I put him down between my seat and the transmission
in the front and turned back to watch the show. Skank had made enough
progress that she was getting to the good stuff, and had sifted positions
for greater access. I could see her berating herself for her stupidity and
cursing me silently for making this happen. From the looks of her, and her
circumstance, I judged that there wasn't much I could do to her that she
hadn't done before. She looked up, expectantly, thinking she was finished.
"Lets get the ass-crack too," I told her matter-of-factly, taking the razor
and rinsing it in the cup. She obediently knelt of the bed again, bent over
until her face was pressed into the bed, and stuck her ass proudly up into
the air. I took the sight in for a minute, and then gently scraped away the
remaining wisps of hair from the canyon facing me. I have to give her
credit - it was a very nice trim ass - not what you might expect from a
hitchhiker. I let my hand drift down between her thighs, feeling her part
her legs tensely, to allow me to cup her newly denuded pussy.
I could hear her gasp as my rough fingers probed and manipulated her most
tender areas, despite my attempts to be gentle. I guess grace was the cost
of strength. I went on manipulating her nether lips and pressing my thumb
against her entrance. With little resistance, it sank into the warm wetness
to my surprise. I guess mother nature takes care of her children.
I moved it in gentle circles inside of her, admiring the way her ass was
stuck up towards the sky, and feeling her react by trying to drown her heavy
breathing and occasional mewling into the bed.
When I felt she was good and ready, I gently removed my hand. She tried to
move her crotch back to maintain the contact which had obviously started to
feel pretty good to her, but it wasn't going to happen. I quickly dropped
my pants and freed my dick, which was rearing and ready to go.
When my dick touched her wet folds I felt her lurch forward as if I'd
slapped her cute upturned ass. Instead of ramming her through as I
desperately wanted to do, I just held still. Slowly, as if it had a mind of
its own, Her cunt moved back until it was once again in contact, and then
began to slowly impale itself on my pole. Watching a girl driven to fuck
herself absolutely has to be one of the most erotic experiences ever. When
she was about three quarters the way down my shaft, I lost patience and
slapped the meat home, and was greeted by a shocked gasp.
The race was on: I reached down to grab her tits for greater leverage and
began socking it to her. She lost all inhibition and started bucking like a
banshee, hair everywhere and screaming incoherent babble of a sexual nature.
With every stroke, my dick slammed all the way into her, and my balls
slapped up against her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. On each
outstroke, it was like I was drawing the air out of her, only to pump it
back in when I reversed direction.
Our vicious frantic humping lasted for a few minutes before I slammed into
her and held it there. She was still bucking and grinding like a wild woman
in the throes of one hell of an orgasm, and my ejaculation didn't do
anything to bring her down. About the time the last pulses of my sperm
dribbled into her, she finished the last of her spastic bucking, and
collapsed exhausted onto the bed, breathing shallowly.
Now, remember those gym teachers who always told you to give it a 110% each
time you do anything? That was bullshit - the key was to give 50% and make
it look like 110%. I think skank gave 110, but I definitely had a reserve.
After about two minutes of watching her angelic face with her eyes screwed
shut, and seeing the result of our little tussle draining down her leg from
her nice hairless pussy, I was ready for round two.
She was sort of laying in the fetal position which was fine with me for
what I wanted to do. I reached out and got a nice sticky handful of
love-goop to grease up her up with. At first she didn't stir as I smeared
it over her asshole, and when I poked a finger insider her tight sphincter,
she just moaned lowly and curled into a tighter ball.
Being as gentle as I could, I took my dick (which was not quite as hard as
before) and began to work it into her ass. I didn't think this was her
first time taking it up the shit chute since there was no shocked reaction
like there usually is when a girl gets her ass taken for the first time. I
didn't really care though.
I continued until my thighs were up against her ass, and my dick
completely embedded inside her. She was still in the fetal position, and
the only indication that she'd noticed anything was the look of extreme
anxiety and worry on her face. I didn't dig this lack of reaction, so I
reached down and gave her clit a sharp pinch.
It was like finding the on-switch, cause she immediately went stiff and
uncurled as I rolled on top of her, pinning her face down on the mattress.
I withdrew and rammed back in, and I could feel her groan under me as I
continued my assault on her ass. I let one hand drift down to manipulate
her cunt while the other one held on to her for better leverage. After a
few minutes of this, I reached up and twisted her tear-streaked face around
for a nice deep kiss. I could feel her grunting into our kiss each time I
bottomed out in her ass.
My ministrations to her cunt though began to have a reaction though, as her
grunting became more urgent and she began to rise to meet my thrusts. I
broke the kiss for a few seconds so I could her hear panting and moaning
under me as her ass gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had.
I wrapped my hands around her her neck and resumed the kiss as she orgasmed
- a much gentler but intense orgasm than before. As the last waves of it
subsided, I rolled us onto our sides, into a spooning position, leaving my
dick stuffed up her ass. I could feel her begin to drift off to sleep, and
I followed suit shortly.

When I woke up the next morning, I sensed an absence in the bed, and it
took me a few minutes to mentally review the night's activities before I
could assess what was wrong. I flew awake when I realized she wasn't lying
next to me anymore. She wasn't in the sleeping compartment, and I jumped
into the cab in panic. I saw her walking slowly and awkwardly away from the
truck, clearly unused to the feeling of shaved pubes and fuckings like she
got last night. In almost slow motion, I watched her turn to look over her
shoulder and, seeing me, blow me a kiss. Today was going to be a long day.

The end.

- - -
I've not had time recently for this too much, but I hope to get back into
it. Getting started is always the hardest part (no pun intended). Once
again, write me if you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc. -
thefoxbat

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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These are fictional stories with no resemblance to any person living
or dead. These stories include sexual acts, and if you may not,
should not, or don't want to read this, then do not read it.

Note: The story referenced here was never written (by me anyway).

You may imagine any of the numerous stories with this subject
matter if you wish.

Do not try this at home.

Castration Anxiety
by as200069

You may remember my story, related on Usenet's a.s.s. a few years
ago. In short, a girlfriend that lived on a farm playfully inserted
me into a castration device and blew me, and just as I came into her
mouth, she looked in my eyes and (she later told me) thought I wanted
her to pull the lever. Anyway, she did and my balls dropped into her
hand, a metal clip squeezed tight an clamped my sack shut. Although
the pain was excruciating, somehow what had happened excited both of
us and while my hormone level lasted, I had the best sex of my life...

Eventually we parted ways and I began to understand the finality of
castration. My body softened and became somewhat feminine looking. My
penis had long since shrunk to almost nothing and the clip and shred
of flesh eventually fell off just like a baby's umbilical cord. Years
passed and I remained single because, how do you explain such a thing
to a new girlfriend? I tried the gay bars a couple times and even
gave a bj in a bathroom once, but could never bring myself to open up
to anyone. So years passed and lived my sexlife vicariously (mostly
lurking in groups like this).

For what may be obvious reasons I stayed away from doctors, unable to
face the embarrent of explaining, until I developed this
infection I couldn't shake with OTC antibiotics. I gave in and made
an appointment. I selected a male doctor because I just could not
deal with a woman seeing my shriveled manhood.

The day arrived and with great trepidation I registered at the desk.
I took a seat and read the usual Reader's Digest from two years ago
while I waited.

My name was finally called and I went with the nurse to an examining
room. She gave me a paper gown and asked me to chnage and the doctor
would be right in. I sighed and changed and sat waiting. I wished I
had brought the Reader's Digest in with me.

The door opened and a woman entered. My heart stopped. She introduced
herself as Dr. Hartwell and told me my doctor had been called away on
an emergency, and did I mind if she filled in for him?

I stammered out an okay - this woman was beautiful, long raven red
hair, green eyes and flashing white teeth. Her breasts were large and
well shaped, under her scrubs. A few freckles speckled her cheeks. I
was totally confused, totally smitten and totally humiliated.

She interviewed me on medical history, tsked when I said it had been
eight years since I saw a doctor and and finally asked me to sit on
the table and lift my gown. I told her there was one more thing I had
not mentioned yet - a childhood accident - and I lifted the gown and
she looked at it and she looked at me and she asked, "An accident?"
She asked what had happened and I fucked up my "cover" story and she
said if she was to help I should tell the truth. So I did.

When I was done she completed her exmaination, which included more
prodding and pulling that I expected, and wrote out a prescription. I
picked up my clothes with the vague idea of dressing and the doctor
stopped me - she said I wasn't quite done yet.

She then pushed me back on the table and pressed my back to the paper
covered surface and she did remove her pants and pull up her scrubs
and climbed up onto me and placed her red box on my mouth.

You can imagine my surprise. It had been years since I had been
intimate with anyone and suddenly this beautiful woman was grinding
herself on my face. I didn't know what to do. I ate her of course, I
mean, what else was I going to do, but I was completely blown away -
I was on automatic. She moved her lovely ass and made me rim her and
she absolutely covered my face with her juices. She finally came and
climbed down. She told me if I tried to make a complaint she would
make my condition painfully public. She told me I would be changing
to her as my primary care and I'd be seeing her weekly for a while.

I don't even remember leaving, but I found myself at home with an
appointment slip for a week away. I couldn't believe my second
encounter with a woman was as controlling as my first. I couldn't
even decide if I had been a willing partner?

Well, all this transpired five days ago. In two more, I either submit
to her again or the people I see every day at work learn my secret.

What to do I have no idea.

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