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Written by
Lisa
Some comments and introductions by the sysop of this site,
the one who originally wrote this story...
Shyly, the lady in the rickshaw asked, "I... I've heard that, if I want... um..."
"Go ahead", the puller gently encouraged.
"I've heard that you will, um... I wanna be fucked by you!", she finally said.
The puller led the rickshaw onto the grass at the side of the scenic, winding, mountain trail. The puller turned around.
"Holy shit!", the gal exclaimed as she beheld his turgid pole forming a small tent out of his scant bikini from between his legs, "Looks like you want it too!"
"Yeah...", the puller softly replied with voice effected by aching libido for that little sprite seated in his rickshaw.
"Does it cost extra?", she shyly asked.
"Hmm...", the puller began, because he really did not want to ask for money. But if he fucked every one of these "little rascals", he would soon wear down, even with the help of the sex-herb pills he takes. The puller replied, "Yes, sweety, I'm afraid it..."
"HERE!", she replied so fast that it prevented him from completing his sentence, "Let's do it!"
The lady jut out a hand full of bills to the puller, which he gently took, and stepped off the rickshaw.
"Me on top!", she demanded, a usual demand, due to the size of the puller's erected cock with respect to this smaller race of woman...
There is, of course, the physical fact that in all likelihood, his cock is going to be longer than the depth of her hole. There is a tendency for men to ram it all the way in because it feels so good. But if he were on top, and he bore it in full force, it could bruise or tear her cervix. So the ladies demand the top position because they can control the force with which their cervix gets impinged. It feels super to many women, and they like it when that happens, but, not too hard, of course.
She did not have to undress. She was a typically scantily dressed Betaqh woman. Her deep brown, lithe body was adorned with a "crispy", pressed pale-bluish-white, long-sleeved-with-cuffs top and a teensy, bright red microskirt... not a typo! Microskirt, not miniskirt. In/on Shasheer, folks can go nude if they want. There are no dress codes, no religious prudes, no religious-like laws and the government is very small, efficient and light. Closest approximation to Earth would be the Libertarian Party of United States.
Her tiny red skirt barely covers her firm, well honed ass when she stands up straight. She wears no underwear which is typical for Shasheerians. Her cunt, her entire vulva, enjoys fresh air all day. It is actually very healthy!
She probably rode a thing called a velomobile several miles to get to where she is. That's a human-powered car, or, pedal-car. These folks have no petroleum so all personal transportation is human-powered. And her legs and ass show it! Firm, supple and ample, her ass and legs rippled as she straddled the now supine puller, and then squatted over him.
He could see her swollen, moist, even dripping, vagina. It was more than ready to be plugged!
The puller, Mmmm! I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I am a woman, the writer who is writing this account, and this scene effects me... Anyway, picture him six-feet-even tall and about 170 pounds and all of it lean, fit and hard. And with a huge, throbbing erection. Mmmmm! Similar to the lady, he rides velomobiles everywhere he goes. His legs are well muscled. He's got a rounded, shapely, hard ass. His abs plainly show and he has nice muscles in his arms.
His arm muscles possibly arise from pulling the rickshaw, but maybe he works out too. You see, although Shasheerians go everywhere by velomobile thus honing their legs and butt and making them lean and fit, they don't all have muscular upper bodies. Like us (USA, Canada, Europe), unless they have a laboring job or something, they must work out to have upper-body muscles.
Anyway, all of that gorgeous, fit, firm, golden-tanned body is adorned in maybe 4 or 5 square inches of cloth. A snow-white bikini, the supporting strings of which arches high over his muscle-laced hips, is all he wears for this job. The front is sheer, very thin, and barely contains his relaxed cock. One can see all the outlines of his cock. If it erects, the cock pokes out a tent unless he flips the hem of the bikini over so as to release, so to speak, his cock from those confines.
The back of his bikini is almost nonexistent. There is a little tiny triangle of mesh, for decoration mostly, and nothing else. All of his shapely, muscle-rippling ass is visible. OOO! MAN! As he was pulling her, she viewed his rippling thighs, and that firm ass rippling and jiggling with each step. No wonder she got horny! I would have!
She squat down over the supine puller as he waited, laying in the grass. His dick was actually throbbing, with pre-fuck wetness coming out the tip. She laid out over him, and positioned her hole at his dick-tip and then backed up... OOHHHH! I can just feel it, burrowing deep! Mmmmm! That initial goring! Woh! After stretching her cunt and "sounding" it, that is, seeing how far she can hump backwards before she "tops out" or hits her cervix, she began slow humping.
She repositioned herself a couple times so she could hump full fury and pound her ceiling just right so that it feels awesome, but doesn't hurt. Then she began real furious humping.
Sometimes the puller would hump some from under her, and that would cause her cervix to be hit a little hard. "HOLD STILL!", she ordered fiercely, then continued furious humping.
The puller held still, letting the little dynamo atop him flail away to her cunt's content. Since he sexually services these little rascals every day, it took him long to spill. That's fine with the frisky gal atop him, for it gave her more time for more orgasms. As long as the puller stayed hard, she could just keep going, humping, having orgasms and humping more. These little Betaqh have huge libidos.
Usually, to earn money, one has to do something that, well the person the job is being done for does not have the skill to do, the strength to do, or the time to do. Or could be a combination of those. Usually, the "worker" would rather be doing something else.
The puller does indeed have to pull all day. That's work. He needs a lot of stamina. Sex is extra. But how can he justify charging money for a job that he wants to do, and enjoys, himself? Well, he does have to do it several times a day, everyday. That is not easy for a man. A woman can do it, sure. This puller might have an unusually large capacity for sex. But he also takes sex-herb pills. Shasheerians know of certain leaves, grass, roots and bark that if boiled in a tea, or the essence is purified and packed into a pill, will supercharge the genitals. Most of these are for men, because Shasheerian women always have plenty of libido. They have no need of any help!
Something like half of what the puller's makes in money for his pulling and "extras" goes to the park and hotel that runs the rickshaw tour service. It is difficult for them to find and hire a male puller that has the stamina and the sexual ability to do this. Most pullers are women.
Well, whatever, but he was immensely enjoying her tight box that was vigorously messaging his engorged cock.
He felt it build up, his eyes almost could not see, and blam! He gushed and spurted deep inside her. She could feel it and it feels awesome! I love it when a guy is slammin' my top and then he starts spurting right on it! Ooooo! It's gettin' me horny just writing about it! I'll have to admit it...
First I'll say that I wrote this, sort of "intro action" or "splash scene", after I wrote the main story. Below, where the story really begins, there is at first, a bit of a long-winded description. I thought I'd better come up with a hot scene to grab the reader.
Well anyway, I'll admit, I would have to stop and masturbate sometimes as I was writing this account. Some of the scenes I conjured up were just too hot. I hope I got across the lustiness of what I was feeling. I wrote it kinda from a man's point of view.
Well, okay, okay.
He began spilling in her. He spurt hard. Had his cock not been in her, his spunk would have spurted three feet or something.
She was lucky to have gotten a morning ride. This was his second tour. Also, the first Betaqh gal he took out that morning did not ask for sex. Not all do. Maybe about three out of five of those rascals will want to be fucked.
Anyway, had she gotten a ride, like, in the afternoon, she would not have experienced the sensation of his vigorous spurting inside her. By that time, although he is still capable of erections and orgasms, he shoots blanks. He will orgasm alright, enjoys it, and the gal sees him enjoy it (which is kinda important to us gals) and everything is there. Just, nothing comes out. He's been drained.
Feeling his spurts was excruciatingly awesome to her. But it also meant he would be going soft, so the fun was almost over. She continued to hump after he ejaculated, and even with his cock beginning to go down. Her orgasm was about ready anyway, so after it roared through her, that was it.
"OH! That's was GREAT!", she huffed, and then laid her head on his heaving chest. His cock was still in her somewhat. She waited for it to go soft before getting up.
He huffed, "Boy! MAN! That felt good!", or something like that. He enjoyed it too? Hey, ask for his money back! Oh well.
She finally got up off of him. Her vulva was soaked with his and her own secretions. She drew tissues from a receptacle on the rickshaw that was available for just that reason. There was even a small trash receptacle for disposing the tissues. Don't want to litter that beautiful country!
The whole time she never had to undress. These Shasheerians, if they wear anything at all, they dress for convenient sex.
She climbed back on the rickshaw and laid back on the seat. She let her legs spread so that her vulva would dry. Her cunt felt warm and gratified. He would nap for a bit there in the grass, so she just laid back and napped a bit herself.
After something like ten minutes, the puller finally stirred. He got up slowly, stretched his gorgeous body, and began pulling. The lady woke up and enjoyed the rest of the ride that took her through beautiful, rugged mountain scenery.
Now guys! How would ya like that job?
He answered the following job description that was pinned up on the door of the hotel's office; "Wanted: Male rickshaw puller. Must have stamina for pulling customers over hard-packed dirt trails from about 11 in the morning to dusk, which, in the summer, is not until 8 p.m. Some tour trails have mild hills. Must have excellent capacity for sex. Servicing customers sexually will be part of the job. SERIOUS inquiries only and NO BOASTING! We will not take kindly to bragging and false claims which turn out to be untrue!"
Yes! In Shasheer, they would actually post an ad like that. You see, Shasheer has not this attitude that sex is dark, sinful, ugly and evil. Sex is done in the open, under the blue sky and cheery sun light! You saw the scene above; he just pulled the rickshaw to the side of a dirt trail and they did it right there, in the open. There is a small chance that another rickshaw with puller and rider might pass by while they are at it. It is of no matter. In fact, the other rider, upon seeing the action, might ask his or her puller for sex.
Most pullers are women. Many riders are men. Some Betaqh women ride with the women pullers because there just are not enough male pullers. Some Betaqh women are fond of the huge, muscular Taqh women.
Just out of curiosity, what did you visualize when you read that "the lady in the rickshaw" part? I opened up with:
Shyly, the lady in the rickshaw asked, 'I... I've heard that, if I want... um...'
'Go ahead', the puller gently encouraged. ...and so on.
Before the sexual scenes and talk began, what were you visualizing?
Did you picture some skinny old puller like, from 1920s Hong Kong or something, when those were prevalent? Did you picture the lady being a member of the Chinese aristocracy with a fancy gown, tight, foot-binding shoes and all sorts of hats and baubles on her head?
Well, look again! Or maybe I should say, "Visualize again!" This is Shasheer, a planet far away and remembered by, via regression hypnosis, the sysop of this site. I think I may have had past lives there too!
You the reader can think of Shasheer as another planet, another dimension, or a previous Earth civilization of gazillions of years ago. Or just think of it as a beautiful land far, far away, a long, long time ago. That would be sufficient. The sysop goes through all these long-winded descriptions. But, it's just another land! Here's one: the movie "Circle Of Iron" said something like "This story takes place in a land that never was, and always will be"... yeah, that's good!
Anyway, in this land, sex is accepted, in the open, and even honored. Some Shasheerians even have names like "Joy Of Fucking", "Fuck Flower", "Spring Fuck" and so on. Woh! I'm there!
Hey! Wanna know how to say "sex" in Chinese? The sysop seems to know Chinese which is cool. I'm Chinese myself, but was raised in USA. However, I hung on to the language of my heritage. Well, anyway, here it is:
性交 pronounced "syingjiao"
In a sentence, it might be used like:
我要跟你性交! Pronounced "wo yao gen ni syingjiao!" It means "I wanna sex with you!"
However, the above is a relatively "nice" way to say it. A rougher way, kind of like "fuck" used in this story, is 肏, pronounced "cao"... Hmm, pinyin is a bit misleading. The pronunciation is actually "tsao". Anyway, that's a super-bad one! A "euphemism" character, 操, also pronounced "tsao", is used where Chinese censoring systems may be in effect.
An example sentence: "我想跟你肏!", wo xiang gen ni cao! which is, "I wanna fuck with you!"
Or just "我要肏你!", "wo yao cao ni!" which is, "I wanna fuck you!"
Now don't go around saying these words willy-nilly, not on this world; China at least... you could, however, in the dimension or world we are going to visit!
Okay, so hey! Let's get going with the story!
Below, there's a special thing about the velomobile, the Shasheerian "car" that will be seen in the story. It is linked, so it won't get in your way. But maybe you should take a look. It's mostly pictures, and will explain this thing so that you can get more of a feel, and visualize better, what's going on in the story.
Well, okay! Link below, the main story below that!
Enjoy!
Kisses!
Before we continue, a little lesson from your story teller, Lisa...
The Shasheerian Velomobile
Click on this for detailed description.
Though not necessary, the description will provide for a more accurate "feel" of the following account. After looking at it, the user will be brought right back here. I would not let you get lost!
And, who I am is discussed below:
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Alex, in his upper thirties, is considered very young by long-lived Shasheerian standards. Though just about physically mature, he still lives with his mother. However, in/on Shasheer, that is not unusual. Kids are born so rarely in their society, there is no hurry for them to leave. Also, Shasheerians have the attitude of "more people against the headwind is better". So the work or income input, if any, from the adult child is welcomed. But having an income is not a prerequisite to staying home. Unlike most Earth societies, one's worth is not based on her or his job.
Alex is of the Taqh, as is his mother. He knows who his father is thanks to Shasheer's highly developed genetic science. His father comes around from time to time along with other Taqh men who had sexed with his mother. So it took a genetic determination to ascertain who the physical father is. Like with all Shasheerian Taqh women, his mother had and still has a LOT of men that come for sex with her.
However, his sixty-some-year-old mother (that's like twenty-some years old to Shasheerians; just picture a big muscle-gal in her mid-twenties) is becoming more and more interested in a movement that gets going from time to time in Shasheer. These movements try to slow down the rampant indulgence in sex that afflicts most Shasheerians. This time, the movement is called Wayism; it is a sort of spiritual philosophy. Participants try to infuse themselves with Universal Intelligence by meditation along with attempting to quiet that sex-drive so the incarnated spirit, now expressing through the mind, will indeed be able access that intelligence. Most participants in this movement are Betaqh, but sometimes a Taqh man or woman will do it too.
Alex's mother, Lucy, owns a couple outfits of, that for lack of any other term, shall be designated as an abaya and hijab. That's like what the Islamic ladies wear. But it is not Islam. This account takes place a gazillion light years away from that. Possibly, it takes place in an entirely different galaxy. So there is no way Wayism is connected with Islam. If anything, Wayism is similar to the Chinese philosophy, Daoism (or Taoism). In Chinese, Daoism is 道教, pronounced "daojiao". The 道, (dao) character means a way, like, a road or a path. Some streets in China are called this-dao and that-dao and so on.
As to the clothes being similar to "Islamic clothes", it is an example of convergent invention to satisfy a convergent need. The aim is to cover the body's form to hopefully reduce visually based sexual arousal. Both the Islamic clothes and the Wayist clothes, on this far, far away place, were invented and made for that purpose.
Anyway, she wears the outfits only when she goes to the city (Central Capital). Like the Betaqh folks that do it, she goes through this rigmarole where, upon arrival to someplace in the city, she parks the velomobile near or at some sort of shower facility, showers, dries and puts on the outfit. After that, she is dressed in this long, flowing robe like thing with a head-scarf (hijab)... in other words, just like an Islamic woman.
She does not live in Central Capital. To get away from the rampant sex, she moved to the mountain wilderness, some fifty miles away from the nearest edge of Central Capital. She moved for these reasons:
To get away from the numerous men that know her and come to her only to enter her huge, well-honed vagina, and to get her son, Alex, away from that stuff too.
Only thing is, it did not quite work for Alex; because of his job...
Lucy, his mother, works at home as a builder of micro-miniature circuit boards. It is exacting work. She solders surface-mount components of a physical topography that the solder-wave device she uses cannot handle. Then she assembles the boards into either a complete unit, or a sub-unit. She then tests them. Every few days, she takes a number of completed jobs to town, using a special trailer pulled by her velomobile. Alex hauls too, in his velomobile, pulling a second special trailer. In town, at the company, she delivers the units, gets paid, then brings back more boards and components to do.
Anyway, so Alex's mother works inside her house and is paid well.
The have a nice place. It is a two-story wood-frame house that would look like to us, a typical "farm-house". In fact, it is a farm, all be it a mostly retired one. They grow some vegetables as a hobby, but Lucy and Alex are not farmers.
There are lots of trees around, and the land rises to mountains behind them. The front of the house faces a hard-packed dirt-road, used be velomobiles pedaled by folks that also live in this rural area, and on the other side of the road, the mountain drops off revealing a beautiful vista. Nearest neighbor is two miles away. They have peace, quiet and privacy.
Men still come to fuck with Lucy, even though they have to pedal their velomobile fifty or more miles. She puts up with them, but tries to discourage it. It is hard, though, when her own cunt craves the sex. But, it's okay; she just wants to slow it down. She has managed to reduce from fucking with five to ten guys a day, to maybe, two or three a week.
Okay, Alex's job...
If one turns left from the house Alex lives onto the dirt road, after ten miles, the dirt road terminates at a paved road that, if turn left, one will pedal over a mountain pass and then on through a valley, up another smaller mountain then down, through some smaller towns and then on to Central Capital. If one turns right, after a mile, the road will pass by the entrance of a lovely mountain park and hotel. And yes, they have rickshaws. That is where Alex works.
Interestingly, this park can be seen from Alex's house. Their house is about 2000 feet higher in the mountains than the park and hotel. From his home, the park can be seen, way in the distance. The mountain curves gently, so that part of park is out where it can be seen, way, way in the distance, from a cliff on the other side of the dirt road from Alex's house.
Alex became interested in this type of job thus:
Alex, after having ridden a rickshaw pulled by a naked, horny muscle-gal that fucked with him during the ride, Alex decided it would be cool to be a puller himself. The hotel and park, called "Old Stoney Man Mountain Park", only had a couple male pullers. Women, mostly Betaqh ladies, were literally waiting in line for rides pulled by the men. So when Alex inquired if he could have a job as a puller, he was sucked up like a speck of dust into a vacuum-cleaner... although they said, "you have to buy your own rickshaw." Lucy bought the rickshaw for Alex. She was initially proud of Alex getting a job on his own initiative. But she would come to not like Alex's job too much...
Alex would pull the rickshaw, with a special hitch on his velomobile, the eleven miles to the park. The rickshaw is not streamlined and so slows the velomobile down. But it is only eleven miles. Upon arrival, Alex would park his velomobile, unhitch the rickshaw, maybe shower if he had been sweating a lot, then show up to where people come to ride rickshaws... and there they were, a line of mostly Betaqh ladies, dressed anywhere from somewhat conservative to buck-naked, waiting eagerly, and ogling Alex's physique.
Before Alex's attire is described, a protest here... For some reason, in Canada or United States, if a man expresses himself sexually with his clothes, he is regarded as queer, gay, perverted and so on. Why can women do it but men can't!?!?!?
Well, this is Shasheer, where, at least for some things, the society is much more logical than ones on Earth.
Alex dresses in a g-string, or very brief, high-cut bikini. He sometimes might wear a quarter-length tank-top that shows off his flat, firm abs.
This shows off his excellent physique. Pedaling the velomobile with a trailer to town twice a week with his mom developed big, supple, rippling muscles in his legs, and a sculpted, firm ass. The women at the park find his physique an extremely compelling reason to rickshaw ride with Alex.
Alex quickly found out, that part of a rickshaw-puller's job, is fucking the passengers. With his body to entice them, almost ALWAYS, those gals, eighty-percent of them who are Betaqh, wanted sex. Almost every ride that Alex gave, somewhere on the scenic, dirt-road route, he had to fuck a gal. It literally drained him dry. Upon advice from the other two male pullers there, Alex bought herbal supplements that enhanced his sex-drive and enabled him to recover quickly from fucking so he could be ready for the next ride's passenger... or passengers. Yes, sometimes two, maybe three Betaqh ladies would crowd onto a rickshaw. Not always but often, he would have to fuck all two or three of them.
Alex's mother certainly did not like any of that, upon finding out about it. She regretted buying the rickshaw for him. It was not cheap! And now, it was being used for this! One of the main two reasons to get out of the city was to get Alex away from so many horny women. But now, he was fucking so much, he needed powerful herbal supplements to help him keep up with demand.
It is interesting to note, the lady pullers do not need the herbs, or maybe, only mild ones. Requests for sex from the puller occur less from the male riders, many of whom are Betaqh, plus the typical Shasheerian Taqh woman has a tremendous capacity for sex.
If Alex's mother regretted spending the money to buy Alex's rickshaw, she had no cause for regret for very long. Very soon, within weeks, Alex paid his mother back, such was his income.
Alex's income was around 70 percent of his mom's. Lucy had to train and train and train to become the electronics technician she is now. But Alex, with no training, gets a rickshaw-pulling job and is up there with his mother in only days for income.
"You're basically a male slut", Lucy admonished Alex, "You don't pull a rickshaw, you pull a dickshaw!" But, that's about where his mother's protesting ended. His income was helping replenish his mother's bank-account after emptying it to pay for, in one payment (no mortgage), the house and land.
Alex worked at his rickshaw-puller job through the rest of the summer and into autumn. The park closed a few months in winter. Spring saw Alex and the other pullers there again, giving rides. One male puller did not return, since he found other work. So now the park was down to only two male pullers again. And the other puller worked only a few days a week. Alex worked six days a week. That meant long lines of cute, pretty and horny Betaqh hotties all waiting for Alex to give them a ride and fill their tight little guchies with his meat. This went on as the season rolled into early summer.
Alex generally pulled until it began to get dark. The hotel closed the rickshaw port everyday at dusk, so that was going home time for several lady pullers and Alex, usually the only male puller. This meant, that as Alex towed his rickshaw home behind his velomobile, it was getting quite dark.
The mountain dirt road, though scenic during day, became quite boogery at night. In the returning-home direction, on the left of the road, the mountain slopped sharply off leaving the breath-taking vistas that was visible, then not visible behind a row of trees, then visible again as one proceeded down the road. On the right, the mountain that the road is on, rose sharply up. It was heavy with foliage. Particularly during summer, the dense woods gave off a potpourri of scents; wood, grass, leaves, some flowers, wet stones and soil. It was generally a musty odor, fresh and natural, yet, at night, it just added to the creepiness of it.
But it was okay. Alex actually enjoyed it. He was inside the velomobile moving along at a good rate of speed. Sometimes however, he got the creepy feeling that something perhaps is, or will some day, sneak a ride on his empty, towed rickshaw while pedaling along in his velomobile. It never happened... or did it, and he just could not see the entity? Who knows, but that isn't the main account.
One cool, humid, summer's eve, the scene was divinely creepy with mustier odors than usual, and a first-quarter moon straight overhead taking over as the sun set way across the valley, beyond the mountains way in the distance. Shadows from the trees played the moonlight, trying their darndest to look like silhouettes of huge hands about to grab.
Some evenings, occasionally, another velomobile would be passed, going the other way. Rare, but it happens. Often, they don't have their lights on. Turning on lights in a velomobile either loads a generator that is turned by pedaling, or uses a battery which, of course, has a limited charge. So most folks avoid turning on their light unless absolutely necessary. So, nothing startling, just, it doesn't happen that often.
On this evening, Alex had not seen any other velomobiles yet. Alex was cruising along the dirt road, about two miles into the ten miles of it to go before home. Then he saw, on his side of the road, a velomobile, pulled over slightly, not moving at all. Its direction of travel apparently had been the same as Alex at that time. Curious, Alex slowed down.
Alex noticed the velomobile was smallish. "Probably a Betaqh person's car", he thought. In Shasheer, that is who normally would have a full-fledged (not a child's version) velomobile of smaller size.
He wondered if it was man or woman. A little more confident now, since Alex would be bigger and so stronger than any Betaqh, and after having passed the velomobile a small ways, then completely stopped. He clicked his velomobile transmission in reverse and slowly pedaled back a bit.
In the darkness, it was difficult to see, but he could make out that, definitely, there was no one in the velomobile. So he, or she, had not stopped to rest.
Alex put his velomobile in forward, and eased on and parked on the side of the road, just in front of the stopped velomobile. He crawled out, and walked past his rickshaw-in-tow on over to the other velomobile.
It felt nice and cool to Alex to exit the velomobile. For the ride home, as always, he removes his tank-top if he had been wearing one. As Alex stood outside his velomobile, he only wore a high-rise bikini of extremely skimpy coverage. The front barely contained his relaxed penis, and the back was barely there, and what of it was there, was mesh.
Spotty moonlight played upon the dirt road, as a gentle breeze moved the leaves and smaller limbs of the trees overhead. The sound of rustling leaves made it difficult to keep one's ears peeled for any animal that might be creeping around out there. The scent of damp, evening forest was pronounced. The scene and feel, over-all, was a tad creepy.
Alex just wanted a quick peek at the velomobile close up. He was not going to tarry.
It was a nice model, an Iroc-Mite-II. The Irocs are generally first-class velomobiles and quite capable of being raced due to light but strong materials and exceptional streamlining. Alex thought, "Whomever owns this, might be athletic; be nice if she was a gal...". Indeed, athletic Shasheerians might go for any of the better, high-performance brands of velomobile, since, combined with their strength, they could cruise faster than most.
Alex was intending to go, but being an Iroc grabbed his attention a bit more, so he tarried longer, looking it over...
Then suddenly, "Well, you gonna steal it, or give me a ride in that rickshaw of yours!?" issued forth from the limbs of the trees overhead, startling Alex.
"WHOA!", uttered Alex, stepping toward his velomobile a few paces in fear, until realizing, it was the voice of a gal! And a nice voice at that! The voice was strong yet melodic, although in this instance a bit martial in tone.
"Where are you!?", Alex called out, looking up into the tree-limbs.
"I'll come down!...", she responded.
Alex saw a shadow move on the lowest few limbs of the trees. The limbs shook from the weight. The lady who was up there swung around on the limbs, deftly and with great skill and agility. It would have impressed one as being like a monkey could do. Alex could just see her light, limber form as she bent over, grabbed a limb and let herself hang from it. She stabilized herself, spread her legs a bit, which had Alex's eyes wide open due to her complete nudity, and then released the limb. She dropped something like seven or eight feet, quite a ways to leap from, and landed on the road a few feet from Alex, near the stopped velomobile, which, apparently, was hers.
When she landed, it looked like her whole body was a spring. She landed and actually bounced back up a few feet. She landed again and stabilized, with her legs spread.
Immediately, she sprang back a ways, distancing herself from Alex, and assumed a kind of crouched, flight-or-fight stance. Alex could tell, this spry little lady was quick, agile, very strong pound-for-pound, and very able to take care of herself, including possibly, hit-and-run attacks, if she wanted. Alex could tell, if someone his size did attack her, she could spring out of the way instantly, and probably could attack, hit-and-run, until such an aggressive man would be taken down.
Alex certainly was not going to be aggressive with this wild woman. In fact, it kind of gave him the creeps. He himself, stepped back a few paces, toward his velomobile, kind of getting ready to flee. In fact, he thought, if attacked, Alex doubted if he could get to his velomobile, scramble in and get away before she nailed him with a few hit-and-runs. Certainly, though smaller than him, this strange, naked, wild lady in this darkness was to be respected!
"You... you don't have to be afraid of me... I'm certainly not going to hurt you...", Alex reassured hesitantly.
"Hafta be careful with y'all", the wild Betaqh lady said, "I love fuckin' with y'all, but some of ya can get, like, all rough and over doin' it and all. Don't know why some of ya likes to fuck in my face and shit; fuckin' 'tween my boobs is okay; I don't like it, but it's okay, but some of ya ask me to kiss and suck y'all's cock and all; I'd don't like it when ya starts shovin' down my throat or gushin' all over my face. I bit a guy's cock off for that once..."
"Wow!", Alex remarked, "Bit it off!?"
Relaxing due the "innocent" sound of Alex's voice, the wild woman eased her stance but kept her distance. She replied, "Yeah I bit it off! The dick-head was pushin' my head with his hand and usin' my throat for a out-and-out cunt. I was strangling and choking and stuff. Pissed me off good, too, and besides, I was suffocating. So, shit that, I just clamped down hard and chomped it off! Tore it away too! He doubled over in pain and I leapt away with my teeth still clenched. Blood was everywhere! In my mouth too, ugh! I just ran away, spitting it out as I ran! Screw that!"
"Gosh-a-mighty", Alex remarked, "Did... did he... did he die? Or, what happened? Did the police..."
"Police didn't do nothin'! Most of em's women anyway, and that particular area was headed by a Betaqh gal. They knew what probably happened, so it was considered his fault from the start. No search for me was ever done. From t.v., I heard he went through a genetic regrowth procedure. But that would take a long time to grow back a penis. That was almost two years ago. He still probably can't fuck! HAH! Serves the dick-head right!"
"My goodness-gracious!", Alex remarked, "Well, you won't get none of that from me. I don't even get in to that stuff. I just fuck in the cunt; feels too dam good anyway to even think of anything else..."
Apparently at ease with Alex now, the wild lady approached Alex, swaying her hips, sauntering, slinking her way to him saying, "Oh then, you're missing out, boy! It's tantalizing... I kiss it, stroke it, suck on the tip a bit... then twirl away like this and don't let you fuck", the wild lady spun in a graceful twirl and continued, "and I keep doin' it 'till you're ready to explode, then I let you in, and, ooooo!"
The wild lady slinked back up to Alex and concluded, "Then I let ya in my tight, hot, wet, cock-enveloping, deep cunt, and you're off to orgasm-heaven, most likely one-way for some minutes. A lot a Taqh guys I do that to actually pass out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure..."
At that point, the wild gal was right up on Alex, leaning on his chest. Her head was turned up with her chin poking into Alex's chest. Her eyes latched his, she smiled and asked, "Would ya like to try it?" She cooed and felt over his chest, lean and flat tummy, and narrow of his back. She cuddled her head on his chest.
"Wow! My goodness!", stuttered Alex, now under the wild-woman's spell, "Maybe... maybe... yeah!"
"Okay then, cock! Help me out here, like maybe, take me home with you, and", the wild gal cooed, "I'll... mmmmm! I'll entertain you!"
What man in his right mind would turn that offer down?
Alex asked, "Well, so, what do you want me to do? I could tow your car while you sit in it... um, I'm assuming it's broke down or something, right?"
"Why else would I be out here in this eerie joint at night?", the gal asked, teasing Alex. She continued, "seems like a lot a work for you; do ya know somethin' about mechanics? Could ya, like, fix it? Here? Then I could pedal myself. When I pedal, they just spin; like it's in neutral; no matter what gear I'm in."
"I don't know", Alex replied, as he strolled over to the wild gal's velomobile with her clinging on him, sometimes feeling and even lightly pinching his penis through his bikini, "In the dark like this, and without tools, there's little I can do. But let's take a look at it any way. Maybe it's something simple."
The gal quickly replied, "Okay", then asked, "Say, what's with ya? Most guys would have a cock stickin' up to high-heavens by now, after that line-o-talk I gave ya!"
"Wow! Gosh!", Alex nervously remarked, "Well, first of all, it's creepy here..."
"Nah!", protested the wild woman, "It's sexy! When with a big, strong Taqh guy, ain't nothin' to worry about! It's cool here! Sexy!"
"But there are things to worry about. I couldn't do anything if a bear got after..."
The wild lady interrupted and proclaimed, "Looks like 'The Blossom' is gonna hafta work on you some!"
"The blossom?"
"Yeah! ME!", the gal replied, "My name means blossom and revival! That's what I gotta do with this; bring it back to life! Oh, finally, it's beginning to perk up some..."
The gal held Alex's penis, through his bikini, in her fingers while her thumb stroked its tip.
"What is your name?", Alex asked.
"Wong Lei Su!", she replied delightfully. Wong Lei Su (王蕾蘇) explained, "Wong, that's just my Mom's family name. Lei means blossom and Su means bring back to life, or revive or something like that. You can call me Leisu, Lisa, or just, Lei. Or Blossom!"
Wong Leisu giggled, clung to Alex, rolled her head around on his chest, and continued pinching and tickling his penis.
"Leisu", Alex said, "I'll call you Leisu; sounds pretty!"
"Alrighty!", Leisu sang, then asked, "And, what should I call you, cock?"
"May as well call me 'cock', as far as my job is concerned. But my name is Alex; Alex of Lucy, my mother..."
"Whom you still live with! Right, Alex?", Leisu asked, interrupting.
"How'd you know?"
"Didn't take long to figure out!", Leisu replied, teasing Alex.
Leisu then asked, "Now, what's this remark about 'should call you cock because of your job'? You're a puller, right? At that Stoney Man Park over there?"
"Yes. That's the biggest reason my cock doesn't get going that fast. I have to fuck five, ten, maybe over fifteen times a day. There's only two male pullers, and the other one is gone a lot. Much of the time, I'm it. So women, mostly Betaqh, like you, line up for rides. Sometimes two or three crowd onto my rickshaw. Almost every one of them wants to fuck..."
"It's cause ya got this gorgeous, hot, sexy body with this hard, curvy ass and all! Sheesh!", exclaimed Leisu enthusiastically, "I know what they want, same as me! They want a big, chunk of throbbing meat up their pussies! Feels dam good to us! Betaqh guys just don't have cocks like y'all's! Mmmmm! Fuck dam, man! They fill me up with surging, powerful pleasure that melts my eye-balls out!"
"But, aren't our cocks too big for you Betaqh women?"
"Oh, maybe for some of the smaller ones. But many love it. After being fucked by a giant Taqh cock a few times, it maybe stretches our pussies so that we don't fit the Betaqh guy's cocks no more. I don't know. All I know is, I sure love gettin' gorged by 'em! That's partly how ya feed me! I eat leaves and grass out of the woods, and my cunt drinks cock-juice! I'm easy to keep around! No grocery bill! For me, at least!"
"Wow! Gosh!", a fascinated and spell-bound Alex could only say.
Leisu clung to Alex, pinched his penis which was beginning to respond, and tickled his abs.
Leisu giggled, "So, you get to fuck one of us sprites fifteen times a day, eh? Is it like, full out climaxing? Do you gush in them?"
"Sometimes I try to hold it back, allowing her to get her fill. But, if it... my cock, doesn't go down, she'll keep on humping on it for another orgasm..."
Leisu interrupted, giggling and commented, "Yeah, until you guys go soft, we can just keep humpin' and cummin'! I can, anyway!"
"Anyway, their cunts just feel too good, so I usually end up climaxing."
"Mmmmmm, Alex!", Leisu cooed, rolling around on Alex's chest, "Do it to me! Ooooo!"
Finally, even Alex's "tired" penis began responding to this heavy course of both verbal and tactile stimulation on his penis. It began stretching Alex's bikini.
"Come on!", Leisu encouraged Alex's penis, "Come on outa there! Or, just poke a hole through it! Yeah! Ooo! That'd make me hot right there!"
The wild Leisu continued to pinch Alex's penis and tickle its tip with either her fingers or thumb. The erection stretched Alex's bikini until, finally, the top-edge of it rolled out of the way and the penis "sprang forth".
"There you go!", exclaimed Leisu, "came out for some fresh air, huh? How 'bout some cunt-juice? And some kisses!?"
Leisu kissed his penis. By now, it was erected out far and Leisu continued kissing it, as well as licking, sucking, and lightly nipping it.
"Please, don't bite it off!", Alex begged.
Leisu's mouth was full of penis. She let go to say, "OHHH! Big sweety! I'd never do that to you!" and then resumed sucking Alex's genital.
Leisu cooed, moaned and purred as she played with that hardened rod of flesh. Leisu's head with her tasseled, black hair laid and rolled about on Alex's lower tummy area as she played with his penis.
Taqh men are often said to be seven feet tall, Taqh women, seven-feet-three or something, while Betaqh are six-feet-two to six-feet-seven. However, it is not known really, how tall they are; seven feet, or seven inches. So the scene will be related in more familiar "Earth terms"... Assume Alex is six-feet-even, and maybe, 190 pounds. Wong Leisu then, is five-feet-one-or-two at 130 pounds, and of very fit muscle. Leisu would impress one as lean, very limber, "springy", and very high-energy. She is in constant motion. Leisu's skin was a deep cocoa-brown with night-black hair. Her hair was short, and at that moment, tasseled. Often, it covered one of her eyes.
"Ooooo!" Leisu groaned long and sensuously, "I know I'm cuttin' you short with the fore-play here, but I ain't fucked or even masturbated all day! I gotta fuck! Now!"
Alex's genital was indeed ready, stone hard and throbbing.
Leisu, in her limber way, just "climbed" Alex, with her feet ending up on his upper-thighs or hips, and her knees way out. Her arms held on his neck and shoulders. Then, she sort of squatted down on Alex as she held on to him as she would a trunk of a tree. As she squat down, her sopping vagina met Alex's engorged penis and literally sucked it in.
Alex groaned as his penis was shoved up, way up, deep inside Leisu. At a point, his penis encountered a resistance, a barrier of some sort. "Her cervix", Alex managed to think, despite the intense pleasure he was under, "I am too big for her".
But frisky Leisu humped, bouncing upon this barrier, until she forced his penis-tip past it. When his penis-tip pushed passed it, it felt unbelievably, ecstatically awesome! Alex never felt anything like it before. He grew weak on his feet. He moaned loud and long.
Leisu then proceeded to force herself on down upon Alex's genital until her vagina "ate" his penis all the way to its base. Copious vaginal secretions were displaced as Alex's penis bore through Leisu all the way to, it seemed, past her navel. Leisu, clinging onto Alex in the manner of a monkey holding on to a tree-trunk, began furious humping. Up and down Leisu bounced, dragging her vaginal opening up and down the entire length of Alex's penis with each stroke. Her tasseled hair flew up and down with her humping, becoming even more tasseled. Loud slurping issued forth from her cunt. Alex could not even see due to the ecstasy surging through him. Leisu began screeching insanely. She thrust so hard and fast, it was making it hard for Alex to stand.
She stopped suddenly, to suspend her orgasm, perhaps. She gasped and panted. With Leisu in the "up" position, her sumptuous lips were level with his.
Leisu put her big, expressive lips to forceful use. She slammed a kiss on Alex's lips of a sort he has never experienced. She nearly sucked his lips off, and her tongue found his and "attacked" it, pushing it all around his mouth, it seemed to him.
Leisu finally released Alex's burned and bruised lips from the ferocious kiss and resumed frantic humping. Leisu screeched and screeched as orgasm tore mercilessly through her body. Alex released too, groaning and huffing.
Leisu continued humping as long as it took for Alex's genital to go soft again. She finally eased his penis out. It was soaked, dripping with Leisu-cum. Leisu "climbed" down off Alex. She leaned on him and cooed, "Ohhhh! Alex! OOHHH! That was nice! Mmmm! Satisfyingly big, Taqh cock; mmmmm! Fills my cunt and, OOhhh! Soooo gratifying!"
"Ohhh! Man! Felt awesome to me too!"
"But indeed I noticed", Leisu began, "You fucked dry! Nothing came out! Did ya enjoy it? Really?"
"OH MAN YES! How can you even ask? I almost fainted, just like you said! MAN! That was great! As to the dry-fuck, it's because I've been fucking Betaqh gals all day! I've been literally drained! Anyway, and WOW! What a kiss! I noticed your big, nice lips, and man! Looks like you know how to use them!"
Leisu giggled and replied, "Uh-huh! I got it all, man! Lips, boobs, knob-sized tits, and a deep, hot, cock-hugging cunt! Say, how'd you like that anyway?"
"What, your cunt?"
"No, my feet", Leisu replied sarcastically, "Of course my cunt!", Leisu giggled, swinging around Alex, pulling him off balance a bit.
"I thought I had hit your cervix!", Alex remarked.
Leisu giggled, "Yes, and then what?"
"Then, it pushed past it. GAD that felt GOOD! Then, where you pushed past it, it constricted my cock tightly, and it... OH MAN! Had it not been for the fact that I have already fucked eleven times... or, was it twelve... lost count; I surely would've fainted! What was that? And, and, each time you humped up and down, my cock would go below whatever that is, only to have to push through it again. And each time, GAD! That felt awesome!"
"See, Alex? Here you are, carrying on like this about how good it felt, and even at that, I did a crapy job. Just you wait! I'll show you ecstasy! And, how 'bout another one o' these!?"
Suddenly, Leisu climbed on Alex again as before, like a monkey shimmying up a tree-trunk. She moved her face to his, and with those voluptuous lips, sucked in Alex's lips again, found his tongue and pushed it all around, and finally let go with a sucking sound as a plunger makes on a slick wall. Laughing, Leisu climbed off Alex then hugged him.
"WOW!", Alex could only steam out.
"Now, let's get going!", Leisu cheerfully urged.
Alex felt drained. He had to lay down. He requested, "Can I sit over here a moment?"
"Oh yes! Of course, of course. You guys always have to nap a bit after a gal does ya. Okay sweety, come over here and... wait!"
Leisu had been leading Alex to the grass to perhaps let him lay or sit in it. But it was moist with dew. Instead, Leisu led Alex to his own rickshaw.
"Here!", she beckoned, "Sit here, in your own rickshaw! We'll go after you rest! Okay, sugar?"
"Oh, yes...", Alex said sleepily, "yessss........", and then he was asleep.
As he slept, we observe that Leisu looked adoringly upon him.
"Just a two-hundred pound chunk of pure sugar, ain't ya?", Leisu muttered happily to herself.
Leisu got to work...
She unhitched the rickshaw from its special hitch to his velomobile. Using light rope or even, string, she tied her velomobile to be towed by the rickshaw, and his car towed behind hers. Then, Leisu grabbed the handles of the rickshaw which were just a bit uncomfortably far apart for her, and gave a mighty tug to start up. After moving, Leisu assumed a breezy pace, apparently easily pulling the rickshaw with much larger Alex in it, along with two empty velomobiles. A velomobile without a rider is light indeed. By far, the biggest load on Leisu's powerful, compact and limber body, was the rickshaw with Alex sleeping in it.
Alex slowly came out of sleep, passing through a pleasant level of altered state, then finally awoke. He was confused as first, waking up in a place other than at home or somebody's house as a guest. Then he came to realize, yes, he was in his rickshaw. "Where's Leisu?", he thought, maybe a bit frantically. Then, he noted, he was not still. There was movement, a gentle trundling and a breeze in his face. The mild breeze carried that musty, woodsy scent of the summer-night's forest.
"What the...", he thought, and then, yes, there she was! Wong Leisu was pulling the rickshaw, and pulling it well, too!
"Wow! Leisu!", Alex finally said aloud, "Wow! You can do anything! This isn't too heavy?"
"Well hey there, my sleeping hunk of sugar!", Leisu sang, beaming cheerfulness, "I was gettin' concerned, I was going to have to rouse you for directions. I am assuming your home and mommy are this way? My house is."
"Oh, yes, yes. It is, and... judging from here... we have only another mile to go. WOW! You've pulled us seven miles! Anyway, we're almost there. It's the first house on the right that comes nine miles or so after those first few houses that are right where you first turn into this road."
"Oh, that one!", Leisu commented as she effortlessly pulled the rickshaw. Her bare-naked, eager, lithe body handled it with ease. Leisu continued, "I thought I saw a great looking guy around there!"
"This isn't too heavy?"
"Nah! Only if there was a steep hill. There's been some mild ones, but, nothing I can't handle! You're in good hands! Relax!"
"Man!", an awed Alex further commented, seven miles! How long has it been?"
"I didn't really keep track of time. I found it kinda enjoyable! It's a super evening. But, I guess, it's been a bit; maybe over an hour... hour and a half."
"You're not tired? You want me to get out and walk?", Alex inquired.
"Oh, no! You stay in your seat, sugar!", Leisu assured, "You've worked enough today. I'm kinda enjoying this! You said there's just one more mile. So I'll be just fine!"
To Leisu's insistence, Alex remained seated. Sure enough, after a while, Alex's house drew into view.
"Gosh!", Alex spoke up, "we're here already. Turn right here, that driveway..."
Wong Leisu pulled the rickshaw rightward into a dirt driveway. This driveway led past the right side of what was apparently, Alex's house. Upon entering this driveway, one encounters the "up-hill" of the side of the mountain they are on. Unlike the road they had been on, which winds around following the contour of the mountain while staying relatively level, Alex's driveway is decidedly up hill. The limber and tough Leisu had to lean into it.
"Oh!", Alex remarked, "Let me help..."
"NO!", Leisu barked, "I can handle it! Stay seated!"
"You don't want me to at least get out and walk?"
"Stay seated, sugar!", Leisu insisted.
Okay then, Alex stayed in place on his own rickshaw.
The driveway led past the house and on to a detached garage. In Shasheer, a detached garage like Alex's house has, is actually a utility shed with a bigger entrance for a velomobile. The entrance would not be big enough for a typical engine-powered car to go through.
Leisu's lithe, fit and agile body handled the uphill and rough surface of the driveway just fine. At some points, her feet gouged small holes in the dirt from the force she was exerting. The garage itself had a concrete entrance ramp of considerable angle, but Leisu handled it. Once in the garage, the floor was smooth and level. A bright, cheery, perfectly-white light came on automatically as they entered. The garage had sufficient open area for all three to be pulled inside.
Leisu stopped right at a work bench that had many tools on it along with what could be Alex's various projects.
"Ay! I see you're well equipped to do stuff in here!", Leisu cheerfully commented, "and cool, the way the light came on by itself!"
"Just a little thing I installed.", Alex explained.
"Talented as well as gorgeous, strong and searingly sexy!", Leisu remarked.
"'Searingly' sexy?", Alex asked.
"It ain't enough just to say you're sexy, sugar! I gotta add somethin' to it. Searing is good because my cunt gets seared from the horniness I get when I see you. And here, under the light, my gad! DAM FUCK you're gorgeous! AIYA!"
Leisu ogled Alex as he stepped down from his rickshaw.
Leisu slinked up to Alex and wrapped her arms around his waist, and generally began feeling him up.
Alex held Leisu several seconds. She felt hot in his arms. And he too, could get a better look at her under the nice, cheery light. Leisu was not only excruciatingly sexy, she was just plain lovable and cute. The top of her head only came up to Alex's pecs. Alex held her head tight against his chest and commented, "You're just the right height to hear my heart beating for you!"
Leisu's head was held tight against Alex's chest by his own hand. Leisu's ear was right over his heart.
"Aiya! My gad!", Leisu remarked enthusiastically, "It's comin' outa your chest!"
Leisu squirmed around within Alex's embrace to look up at him, her little chin poking in his chest. A "naughty" look that she seemed to always have, was replaced by a softer look. She commented, "I've... I've never been held this way before... Gosh, Alex..."
She laid her head on his chest and let him continue holding her the way he had been. Some minutes went by with Alex just holding Leisu lovingly; a firm, long lasting hug. When Alex got another look at her face, it was tear-streaked.
"What's wrong, Blossom?", Alex asked lovingly.
"Just that... I... I never felt real love before... I've been fucked and fucked hard, tens of thousands of times total in my life, been spurted on with guy's spunk everywhere on me you can think of, been used as a masturbation rag by big Taqh women who like Betaqh, but... never... loved..."
Leisu's voice trembled and fell silent as she absorbed, like a dry sponge absorbing water, Alex's growing love.
Alex held her for quite a while. It was written above, that Leisu seems to be always moving about; well, she was quiet at this moment, as she basked in Alex's embrace. With her head sandwiched between Alex's chest and his loving hand, she could hear his love-driven heart with one ear, and crickets and frogs of the night with the other ear...
"Can...", Alex finally ventured, softly, "Can you, like... spend the night here?"
"On one condition", came a sweet, high voice, a quality from Leisu not yet heard by Alex.
"What condition?", Alex asked.
"You must let me sleep with you, in the same bed!", Leisu replied sweetly but sternly.
"Mmmm, of course!", Alex said softly yet enthusiastically, "But I must let you know, I have a small room and a single bed..."
"That's even better", Leisu replied softly.
At last Leisu gently indicated to Alex to let go of her, so that they could secure their vehicles, and indeed, go in the house and such.
"Wow!", Alex remarked while he untied his velomobile from Leisu's velomobile, "Pulling me eight miles! And after that fearsome fuck!"
"Uh-huh, sugar!", Leisu agreed, "And it wasn't even my best! Wait 'till I get rested!"
"My goodness!", Alex remarked in awe.
Alex rolled his velomobile over to a corner. He then began to roll Leisu's velomobile to the bench saying, "And after supper or tomorrow, we'll take a look at this and see what's going on. I think I should be able to...", Alex hesitated as he noticed he had to give Leisu's velomobile a good bit of a shove to get it going. "Wow, what's in here?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot!", Leisu said, "my bags of cement; let me get them out for ya so you can work on my car without having to lift weights!"
Leisu opened the trunk of her Iroc Velomobile. It had an extra large trunk as far as velomobile trunks go. The trunk was crammed with two bags, 100 pounds each, of cement mix. With an "umph", she hoisted one without that much trouble, and carried it over to the end of a bench. She set it down and went for the next with Alex remarking, "Good heavens, Leisu, those must be heavy! Man! You're strong! Let me help you..."
"No need", Leisu replied cheerfully, "I got it!"
Leisu heaved the second bag of cement from her trunk and carried it over too, before Alex could help. She set it on top of the other and that was it!
"Okay, should be lighter now!", Leisu announced happily.
Alex first glanced at those two bags of cement then at the limber, light and strong Leisu. She was sweating just a bit; mostly from pulling the rickshaw, but some from lifting and carrying those two heavy bags.
"Wow, Leisu! I don't think I could have handled them any easier. Just how strong are you anyway?"
"This strong!", Leisu replied proudly. She effected a muscle-pose; raised her arms and flexed her biceps. In each of her cocoa-brown, smooth-complexion-skin arms, impressive biceps rose and presented themselves. Each bicep was well formed, angular, and clearly defined. One could actually make out the two (bi) "heads (cep)" of the muscle, for which it is named. Balancing each bicep was the other side of each arm with equally firm muscles. She had well defined, sexy axillae.
"WOW! GOOD-GOSH!", exclaimed Alex as he stepped up and felt over each one of that mighty-mite's muscle-bristling arms, "They're hard as rocks! Not real huge, but hard like... WOW! Harder than mine! No wonder you can lift those bags and haul me eight miles! And your car with all that weight! WOW!"
Leisu quit the muscle-pose and leaned on Alex and hugged him. She cooed, "I'm tough, strong, and never been sick. You'll find you don't have to treat me like so much tinsel... physically, that is. It's my heart, Alex... my heart needs your tenderness..."
Once again Leisu melted into Alex for him to hold gently, which of course, he did; for another few minutes straight.
Then, none other than Lucy, his mother, came strolling in.
"Oh, I see...", Lucy said softly, "Another cunty! I guess I'll be listening to the sound of a dancing, squeaking bed tonight!"
"Oh, no!", Alex insisted, "Not just another... cunt. She's special! She's..."
"Okay, okay, Al. Well anywho, I see why you were late. It's a bit cooled, but supper's ready. Come when you... can."
Lucy smiled nicely, even bowed a bit in the manner of an old-style Japanese, then turned and left.
Leisu stared at Lucy's towering magnificence. Taller and heavier than Alex, Lucy "flowed" in gracefully heavy movements. Dressed only in a quarter-length tank-top, the rest of Lucy's well muscled, powerful body could be seen. The buns of her well-formed "bubble-butt" jiggled sensuously with each step she took toward the house. And there were "acres and acres" of beautiful, golden-tan skin to be enjoyed.
"Aiya! Dam a-mighty!", commented Leisu, "Typically magnificent Taqh-Lady-build! Woh! I see what magnificence brought forth this gorgeous sugar!", Leisu commented, as she looked up at Alex with her cute little chin poking in Alex's pecs.
"Sorry about that", Alex said, "I... I have had... other, um, ladies here, but not like you! I never..."
Leisu giggled and replied, "Oh don't sweat it, sugar-cock! I know you've probably entertained hundreds of gals with this gorgeous bod, hard ass and fuckin' thick cock! But I do feel that extra energy; that tenderness, a warmth. Not just that cold, no-warmth, gotta-fuck-craving to get in my cunt. Mmmm! I feel it, Alex!..."
And once again, Leisu succumbed to what she was apparently feeling from Alex. She let him embrace her, that quiet, love-exuding embrace, with his hand protectively over her head.
Alex felt a peculiar yearning ache in his chest, which could only be relieved by holding sweet Leisu tight against it.
After some moments, Alex finally asked, "Do you... wanna go in and eat?"
"Mm-hmm", came a muffled answer from Leisu, basking in Alex's embrace and love.
Alex led Leisu out. On the way out, he pushed a button to turn off the lights.
The night was well set in by that time. Alex carefully led Leisu so she would not stumble.
One reading this must keep in mind and visualize, that, although before it was written Alex's house resembles a typical, smallish, two-story farm-house, there are none of the big, bright lights often associated with a house in the rural areas. Remember, these people are on an independent solar-energy system and maybe, wind-energy. The do not have energy to spare for a bunch of glaring outside lights. And, these people quickly learn to be conservative with their lights in the house. They assuredly turn off any light after leaving a room. Thus, to correctly visualize, we see a black sky spangled with millions of stars and setting first-quarter moon. The moon is already below the trees, so its light is not available. The garage is dark, since Alex turned off the light, and the house itself is dark except for two windows around the living- or dining-room area, and possibly, the kitchen-window on the other side from where they were walking. So, the scene is very, very dark, with only starlight and diffused light from a window to light their way.