****** The Roundup by Suzy, Deborah, Scott and Gavin ******
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The Roundup


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The following is a group account of an episode that occurred on a hot (very,
very hot as it turned out) June day this summer.

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Deborah is a country girl. She rides horses, among other varieties of animals
with large members. Like certain human males. But only if they beg like a dog.
Suzy is a city girl. She rides a Harley.

Suzy says she doesn't know the difference between a horse's ass, a cow's ass
and a man's ass (an asshole). Like she said, "So I'm supposed to know what to
do when all these frigging animals get loose? I would just as soon as mowed
them down with my Harley. Road kill. Dinner for the country folk. And Deborah
made fun of me because I chased the cows with a big stick, going 'moo moo' and
pretending I was chewing my cud."

The girls were hanging out at Deborah's house. Only because Deborah has a pool
and a bunch of cool computer stuff. Like a Snappy and a Dazzle (Digital Video
Creator). "What, make our own skin flicks?" they said in unison as if they were
struck by lightning or a bright idea. Duh!

Deborah and Suzy were poolside getting a real even tan. Deborah, the pale face
who came closest to a tan with several cases of sun poisoning was sitting under
an umbrella. Reading her Bible. Naked. Preparing her fire and brimstone spiel
for this Sunday's sermon. Suzy was stretched out on a chaise lounge getting
darker and darker. All over. You couldn't see much of anything from the road
unless they stood up.

All of a sudden they hear all this commotion. Two dudes in a red Dodge Ram 4wd
extended cab pickup pull into the driveway. The dogs are barking like crazy.
The dudes are like somewhat panicked. They jumped out of the truck and start
yelling something about a stampede. Suzy woke up from her nap, jumped up on the
deck wall, her boobs hanging over, and said, "What the fuck is all the noise
about?" Deborah then draped a towel over as much of her as possible and walked
over to the dudes. "What the hell is your problem? And quit mumbling. Speak in
plain English." Just then the towel that draped her fell off. More mumbling on
the part of the dudes.

Suzy was getting pissed and took her .357 out of her purse, slipped her bikini
back on and strolled over to the truck. But then she saw the Harley on the back
of the truck. So she got nice in a real hurry. "What's the problem, guys?" she
said in her sweet young thing voice. The dudes said, "There are cows and horses
running all over the road. Are those yours?"

"No," Deborah responded, "the neighbor's and they get loose all the time and we
better go round them up before somebody makes a hamburger out of Teresa's (the
cool neighbor lady who was not home at the time) pets.

Well, Suzy, Scott and Gavin definitely were never in the rodeo. Deborah is
watching their feeble attempts at rounding up this herd and laughing so hard
she would have wet her pants, had she been wearing any. Just the towel,
remember? Finally she has enough of this comedy act and goes and gets the rope.
And she lassoes those animals one by one and leads them back into the penned up
area.

When all the critters are rounded up, they walk on back across the road to
Deborah's house. Deborah says, "Hey, you guys are all sweaty. Why, I have no
idea. You didn't do much. You want to go for a swim?"

Scott and Gavin both stammered, "But we don't have our swim suits."

With that, Deborah let the towel slip off. She was standing in her driveway.
Naked. Just then a car passed by and the driver swerved onto the berm and
almost ran off the road.

So we all go for a skinny dip. Deborah told the dudes to grab some beers in the
cooler on the deck. They grabbed and grabbed. Every time Scott or Gavin would
get out of the pool to get another brew, Suzy and Deborah would whistle and
make dirty comments. The dudes were so shy at first it was really kinda cute.
The shyness soon changed to something more like incredible lust.

Scott and Suzy are talking about Harleys. Gavin and Deborah are talking about
the Bible. They were discussing various theories regarding who Cain married.
Deborah was telling Gavin, quite the heathen, the story of Cain's mate Lilith
and how and why she invented fellatio. Gavin was becoming quite aroused which
was obvious to all. And then he says, "I have to pee."

Deborah responded, "Please not in the water. This pool is protected by pee
detector. You know, it makes the water turn red. C'mon, I'll show you where the
bathroom is." She got out of the water, grabbed her towel and her Bible. And
the rope. The rope she lassoed those critters with.

Suzy knew all about Deborah's rope tricks. She knew Deborah and Gavin would not
be back for quite some time. She said to Scott, "Hey, does that Harley on the
back of your truck run?"

It was a beautiful machine: a bored out Sporty with an S&S Short carb,
Splitfires in the hole. A stretched Sportbob tank and enough chrome if not to
get home, at least in sombody's bed.

Scott replied, "Usually. Let's go see if I can get it up." They walked over and
got the bike off the truck. Scott got on, started it right up and told Suzy to
get on. She frowned and Scott knew what she wanted.

He said, "What, I suppose you want the top, too. Just get your ass on up behind
me."

She did so reluctantly but only after pouting and retorting, "Fuck you."

"No," Scott replied, "fuck you and I am going to give you a ride on this Harley
you will never ever forget."

With that he screamed out of the driveway.

Riding nekkid was new for Scott, though not for Suzy. Scott was a little
nervous about the neighbors and their instincts for calling cops, but no sirens
blared.

Suzy was turned ON of course. She usually gets turned on just riding a Harley,
but to be nekkid with some stud she'd just met was virgin (so to speak)
territory. So she lowers her hands from the hair of his chest to something even
harder than the bars Scott was holding. Her gentle caress began to intensify.
After several minutes and miles like this Scott turned and said to Suzy "Sorry
darlin', but this has been done before. It happened to me on I-81 in '91. Use
your imagination."

At first Suzy was pissed that Scott would even comment on the first rate hand
job she was giving him. Then she saw the challenge. Hell, even a missionary
does it in the missionary position. This started her bent and horny mind to
working.

As Scott started to jerk the throttle to wake Suzy out of her clit-tingling
daydream, THE idea hit her. She tapped Scott on the shoulder to let him know to
smooth out the throttle. When she was ready, Suzy stood up on the pegs and
stepped her right foot over to the left foot peg, then taking her left foot and
stepping over Scott and placing her left foot on the right peg.

Scott was looking into a dripping snatch that would make the Pope forget his
vow of celibacy. He gently stuck out his tongue and licked her from bottom to
top, savoring the sharp tasting dew.

Suzy shuddered and Scott realized that riding and eating snatch while the girl
was standing was definitely fun, but even more dangerous (last thing he wanted
was a wrecked bike and road rash on his cock), so he told her to sit down.

Now Suzy may be young, but not stupid. She sat right down on Scott's cock. One
stroke. To the hilt. Completely filled.

The moan let out by both could be heard over the noise of the straight pipes of
the bike.

While looking under her arm, Scott sucked on Suzy's amazingly firm and round
breasts. She rocked back and forth over Scott's lap, grinding her clit over the
pubic hair of Scott, and taking her to another level.

Scott realized that Suzy was getting close to turning her brain to tapioca with
sensory and exotic overload, so he turned onto an old dirt road with washboards
that would be at home on a SuperCross track. This caused both Suzy and Scott to
buck wildly up and down as Scott refused to let of the gas.

Two miles later, Scott had no choice, but to slow down due to his own impending
orgasm. Suzy was about fucked out: Scott's cock filling her insides, her ass
slamming up and down on the gas tank, her tit's scraping up and down Scott's
hairy chest, and all on a moving Harley. If she had fantasies in her fantasies,
this would be it.

As they both come down from their climax, Suzy laid back on the tank and let
her head and hair hang off Scott's handle bars and Scott laid back over the
seat with his head on the license plate, his cock dwindling, but still in
Suzy's hot, wet, and fulfilled pussy.

He did have the good sense to drop the kickstand while stopping, so they both
laid there enjoying the moment and trying to decide if that really happened.

It didn't take too long for the license plate to start to cut into Scott's head
and for Suzy's neck to stiffen (even if Scott's didn't, heh, heh), so they
looked around. Suzy told Scott to cut through one of the pastures back to
Deborah's house.

When they got back, they peeled themselves from the wet, sticky bike and jumped
into the pool to cool off. Steam rose from the water when they jumped in.

And then Scott kissed her. Romance finally? Well, maybe, but Suzy wondered if
perhaps it was a kiss of gratitude. As in, thanks for the great piece of ass.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch. Gavin felt a little like being in a dream as he
was escorted into Deborah's pad to take a tinkle. All that beer eventually had
to go somewhere, sooner or later. But, being led to the john by a naked woman
is not bad work if you can get it.

Poor Gavin had never realized that any Reverends were like Deborah ......
young, sexy and vavoom! He would not have lived so long in darkness had he
realized that they were not all like Oral Roberts or "Bobnose" Schuller.
Certainly Deborah's tutelage poolside had awakened a religious feeling in
Gavin. He thought he felt enlightened and religious inspiration for sure. His
big 8 inch kielvassa was throbbing with excitement and his heavy hanging
oysters were swinging free and happy (why is it that they have to hang, when
Dick did the shooting?).

"Why don't you get in the shower, Gavin honey, you poor heathen boy, and wash
off all that chlorine off your nice hunky body," Deborah said in her most
sultry voice, and it sounded much more like a demand than a question.

What, thought Gavin, am I going to baptized? Well, why not? Gavin, being naked
as a jaybird and being offered shower facilities by an equally naked fox, was
no fool. When Deborah stepped in the shower behind him, Gavin thought .......
Oh hell it must be time to wake up! But poor Gavin didn't awaken or awoken or
whatever.

"Just relax big guy. Haven't you ever heard of the 'laying on of hands'
darling?" the nice lady whispered in Gavin's ear as she reached around and
grabbed his membrum viril.

"Let go big guy. This gal has wanted to play firewoman for a long time! Wheee
this is fun! Too bad this isn't snow and I could try writing my name. Ding,
ding. My God, how much beer did you two guys chug down!?" Deborah exclaimed,
calling on the Lord for inspiration and guidance and she hosed down Gavin's big
hose.

Meanwhile, our Gavin reached his own hands back and around Deborah's nice ass,
and kneaded her buns as she lent him a hand. Deborah needed only one hand to
manipulate the golden showers in her shower. The other hand was free to close
on bulging balls that she balanced and bounced with her fingers.

"Ummm Big Guy, good thing for you I am not a cannibal. Otherwise, I might like
to have a ball, or two actually" Deborah moaned lasciviously as she juggled the
jewels, even as she rubbed her own "Holy of Holies" on Gavin's tight buns.

"Gavin," purred Deborah, "Remember what I was telling you about Lilith, Cain's
squeeze? I told you how she bred a race of go-gettem demonic bitches who never
met a man they didn't invite to dinner, and the man was on the menu."

At this point Gavin's religious conversion really could not be disguised.
Deborah now had a handful of challenge and straddled one of his muscular legs,
and was working up her own religious fervor. Her divine pussy was sliding on
his wet leg and likewise her inspirational breasts on his back.

"I don't know big boy, but a Lilith demon might not be all that bad. She might
have the right idea" Deborah told Gavin as she gripped his waist and spun him
around and back against the shower wall.

For a lady of the cloth, Deborah had a rather demonic gleam in her eye and as
she glared into poor Gavin's eyes, she licked her lips very suggestively. Those
eyes moved slowly down poor Gavin's trembling body.

Deborah reached outside the shower door and picked up the rope she had hung on
the handle. Gavin had briefly wondered about the cleats screwed into the wall
of the shower stall. They sure didn't look like towel holders.

"Good thing for you I am not really a Lilth, or am I Gavin?" Deborah said with
a giggle as she finished restraining the big guy's wrists and ankles with her
cowgirl rope.

"Don't worry Gavin," "You are in no real danger. Later on I am going to need
that big cock of yours for more than playing firewoman. I need it to fulfill my
'Inner Sanctum' darling. But right now, I want to give you a religious
experience you will never forget, and we can't have you jumping around can we?
This isn't the Benny Hinn show."

Deborah turned off the shower and started to nibble on poor Gavin's nipples.
Her legs seemed to turn to rubber and down she went. All Gavin could do, all
tied up and such, was to just grin and take it like a man. If this was a dream
it sure felt good.

"My God ..... thank you!" Gavin started saying over and over, but not out loud,
only in his mind. "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

Deborah could read his mind but she didn't say anything. It would not have been
polite under the circumstances, or worth the effort, because who can understand
mumbling except those who babble in tongues.

Suzy, Deborah, Scott and Gavin had so much fun on this outing they are planning
a picnic together to mark the end of summer. All you can eat and fun games! Box
lunches, big fat pickles and a spanking good time!

Suzanne (suzanned@erie.net)
Deborah (deborah666@hotmail.com)
Scott (sbeaty@zianet.com)
Gavin (cybergene2k@postmaster.co.uk)


If you want to have even more fun, try and guess who wrote what part of this
story. It's not that hard. Correction, it was VERY hard. Any girls who have
comments please write to Scott or Gavin. Any dudes who have comments, and huge
cocks and/or enormous tongues (and guess who was responsible for submitting the
final copy of this story), please write to Suzanne. All other dudes with
something stupid to say, please write to Deborah.

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