Newsgroups: alt.butt.harp,alt.sex.stories
Subject: RICHH:  WHUMP!
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From: richh@tigger.jvnc.net (RICHH)
Date: Tue, 19 May 1992 22:49:19 GMT
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>From a story found in alt.sex a while back:
 
<my (Richh's) thoughts>
 
     I was rock hard.  She kept going.  I wanted to enter her.  I
wonder if. . . Why not?  <Why not indeed!> There's only one way to
tell! <all right, *two* ways, but dammit where the hell am I gonna
find a syringe *and* a Beta version of "Drop Dead Fred" at *this*
hour?!>  I grabbed her wrists, and held them comfortably out to her
sides at shoulder level.  She tugged lightly<heck, who wouldn't?>. 
I held her there.  She looked up at me, fascinated.  <All right,
perhaps that's too strong a word.  Intruigued?  Nah, still too
strong. Interested?  Nope. Nauseated?  Bingo!> I slid down to enter
her. <This makes sense, since at the moment I was in the bunk
*over* hers.> 
     As soon as my head entered her, she let out a gasp. <Or was it
a fart?! I sniff the air, fascinated.>  She breath became
gasping.<!!!!!!!>  She only did that when she was near!  <All
right, let me see now, she breath only becomes gasping when she is
near?  I think I got it now.>  Wow.  <*I'll* say> I slid into her,
<SAFE!!> and backed off <Shit, I missed the bag while rounding
second.  Shit shit shit!>.  Her body arched to follow me. <She, of
course, remained behind. ??!!>  I sat there. <And can you blame
me?>  She slid down so that only the tip was in.  Then I pounded
into her as hard as I could.  Shudders wracked her body. <Quick,
slip a pencil under her tongue!  Quick!!>  Her eyes were open, but
did not see.  <My fingers type, but sentences do not I form.> I
pounded again, shudders issuing forth from her groin.  <Soon, her
groin was putting together subjects *and* predicates and was
forming complete sentences!.  At first I was concerned about her
groin's reliance on the subjunctive but hey, I think, groins??  Who
can figger em?>  On the third pound<well, to be precise it was 3
pounds, two ounces, and the question was, "What's a henway?">, she
arched into me with a WHUMP <Is *that* legal?>.  And again.  I felt
like I was going to pound right through her.  I felt WHUMP! <And
heck, who hasn't felt WHUMP! at one time or another?>  Like I
NEEDED to pound right through WHUMP her <??!!>.  Brooke squeaked
out "I'm coming!"<Or was it her more articulate groin?>  She was
warm.  <Well, from all the WHUMP who wouldn't be?>  WHUMP! <See?>
And tight and and. . .Oh!  Yes! <I know *I'd* be Yes after all that
WHUMP!>
 
 
     I woke up to find her gazing at the ceiling, a blank look in
her eye. <well of course, silly, this is the eye that did not see> 
<And on and on and on...>
 
RICHH