Message-ID: <35645asstr$1015737005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: bughunter User-Agent: MT-NewsWatcher/3.1 (PPC) X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 17:36:53 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 01:36:53 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Jorge and Blitzen (bestial,hetero) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 00:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw This is a transcription of a handwritten letter sent to me by my ex g/f Pauline. It may be true but I suspect it is exaggerated. That's Pauline for ya. Sorry if I have omitted or mistyped any subject codes but a cursory google search for ASSM faqs didn't reveal any standards. I have not tried to correct grammar and spelling, so syntax and usage errors will remain, mainly because they're endearing. Pauline is not a native English speaker. (Or writer for that matter.) ++++++ Dear Rick, I am sorry that upon over a year I have written not, but this story is one to prevent my own nervousness that I must tell. Only you to I confess because of my fantasies you know and without judgement can understand. I hope with your new wife you can share this story but if your letters are correct you will keep me secret with this letter I believe. My english since I left the USA and returned to Holland has grown worse but it is nonetheless as good as it will get. Of Jorge you know. He and I as I have said are still engaged. Next to Jorge a night ago last week I awoke, damp still with sweat from sex. With a narrow face and long hair Jorge is soft speaking, in sex satisfying with his large cock and his long hair like yours. You will not be jealous I know, since any smaller than his yours is not, either. His face, though, about my favorite fantasy helps me- with a long horse tail I imagine him as missionary style he enters me, long sinusoid waves down his tail as he thrusts. But in this time Jorge as a true stallion I saw, by cannabis enhanced in my fantasy. Jorge brings from Amsterdam cannabis that comes from the Alaskan US, and hydroponic it is as good as hallucinogenics. Not just any stallion I imagined, but Blitzen, our stud that to make babies for profit we raised him. With the mares we have seen him and ready for sex it always makes me and Jorge. And Jorge was as asleep as a pond in winter I awoke with no one but me so horny. So awake besides Jorge as I said, I could not find sleep. I arose to use the toilet, feeling the itch that says I will soon need antimicrobials -- you remember this. But in this early stage of the beginnings of an itch tells me only that I need more satisfaction. [Sorry - I could have parsed this better - I remember the itching makes her more horny at first, until it becomes a burn the next day or so...] [Some personal rememberances omitted. Perhaps saved for another article.] So while upon the bidet masturbating myself the itch to relieve, I was not satisfied, and nervous in the barn I hear Blitzen. It was a cold evening, as you imagine, being February in Holland. Blitzen is a mild manner horse for one not neutered, and uncommon disturbed at night to hear. That is in fact the reason to be stud we chose him. So many stallions upon maturity are unmanageable, but Blitzen is not. But upon annoyance he shall bite and kick. And so he sounded, but I dressed and to see what was bothering him I came. But in my mind my dream I still remembered... The following I did not intend, but it happened. As the stall of Blitzen I approached, his excitement I noticed. Not were any of the mares in season, but still Blitzen was aroused, and wildly upon the straw in his stall stomping. Wrong, perhaps I had been. But in the time I did not notice any. But there his large stallion cock was, half erect in the cold air steaming, and pity for him I felt. To my mind, the dream fully came back, aroused as I became. Still stoned I was, and so much aroused I became that what came next I could not stop. But the gas heater I opened first, so cold it was. Within minutes the air it grew warmer and Blitzen's cock I handled gently while the stall air warmed and in my hands his cock grew solid. And in my mind an idea grew. Two bails of straw I stacked and drew to him. And laying upon them, Blitzen's large horse member I drew between my thighs, pressing upon my vulva quickly dampening. And he knew. His weight upon me, Blitzen's horse cock to my stomach and chest pressed his torso, thrusting his cock and my vulva rubbing against it. The air I could not get from his weight soon made the orgasm as time passed I wanted even greater. And although Blizen he arrived, with many ejaculations, cease he did not. And resulting, with many times my expectations I arrived. From there, until an alarmed Jorge I awoke seeing, with scatter gun in limp hands, nothing do I remember. With eyes wide, Jorge there stood and ashamed I felt seeing him. But even though our eyes contacted, I could not stop Blitzen and ashamed I felt, yet arriving again, Jorge watching. To stop it there was not anything I could do. Oh, Rick, you must feel lessened, but never did your sex fail me. In truth, as Jorge I remember you better. But here Jorge amazed. Jorge upon me rushed, upon my lips his his kisses drew while Blitzen thrusted more. So far thrusted our stallion that our kisses at moments his cock face joined. And Jorge was excited more ever. From my lips he withdrew and suddenly, upon my pussy kisses he laid. While Blitzen subsided and withdrew. But more than me did Jorge know. Blitzen within him had more and did Jorge acommodate. My vulva still vacant and aching did Blitzen Jorge draw within me, erect only partially. For my very life that Blitzen is but an Arabian I am grateful. Because split in two I would have been otherwise, had a draught animal he had been. Even then did Blitzen's cock face grow conical and his girth drawing did I feel as a tiny woman, but upon that better we both know. ;) Not since my first arrival at womanhood such pain and pleasure I have felt... Only when complaints I made strenuous did Jorge draw out Blitzen's cock and there made another equine arrival, such a mess created that like a frosted cake I felt. I hope now that yourself are arriving to my story, since I myself am close at this writing. Not since then has this occasion Jorge admitted, but upon our foreplay his remembering is obvious. Much better I am feeling after writing to you. Only hoping I can suggest your new wife similar fantasies holds, because of our own talks I remember your own fantasies, although bestial may not be, are close to my own. With much love and arrivals remembered, Pauline -- "Develop for it? I'll piss on it." --Bill Gates, 1988, when asked to develop applications for the NeXT system Rick Cross ---><--- bughunter@earthlink.tardproof.net -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+