PLEASE CLICK TO VISIT OUR FRIENDS AT:

The Geek and the Viking Queen

All right. I'll be the first to admit I snapped. There's a limit to the number of times you can be called a "geek" in one day before you snap. I reached that limit...twice. I stalked out, the heels of my sensible shoes pounding. I got into my mid-priced, economical car with the great gas mileage and the dual airbags, and pealed out of the parking lot at a head-snapping 25 MPH. Shit, I thought. I AM a geek. A nerd. A four-eyed, pocket-protector-wearing, computer-addicted geek. 

I drove out to the desert. The desert has always been a good place for me to go to think. Miles and miles of flat road and empty spaces. I turned up the stereo and pressed my foot down. I stayed like that for a bit, until the mirage ahead made me squint. What was that? I asked myself stupidly. As I was asking myself stupid questions, I was automatically slowing down, so the minute I got close enough, I got a good look. It was a Viking. The Queen of the Vikings, standing there with her thumb stuck out, her elbow balanced on her hip. Holy shitfuck.

I coasted to a stop a little past her and pulled off the road. She picked up a duffel, slung it over her shoulder, and walked to the car. Leather short-shorts. Leather vest over a white frilly blouse over huge white globes of tits. LONG legs easing down into high heeled leather boots. And hair. Ass length platinum blonde hair. Thick and creamy looking. She bent down and looked in the passenger window with huge blue eyes, a slight smile on her full lips. I pulled my eyes out of her cleavage and felt myself make a silly grin. "Lift?" I said, after clearing my throat a few times. "You're sharp," she said with a throaty chuckle. She pitched her duffel in the back and slid into the passenger seat. My passenger seat had never had it so good.

We made small talk for a while. She was on her way to Reno to work as a dancer. I mentally reviewed my credit card balances, and said what a coincidence, I was on the way to Reno, too. I could drive her all the way there. She grinned and started taking off leather things. Boots first, and wiggled her feet. She had cute feet, with rose-pink nails. Then the vest, the huge tits swinging free under the nearly sheer blouse. I could see her hard nipples and it took everything I had to keep the car on the road. Then she wriggled out of her shorts, and tossed those in the back seat. She gave me a big, innocent smile. When I was finished gawking at the tiny white lace bikini panties, I managed to smile back. "You're so sweet," she said and dove face first into my lap. 

I managed to pull the car over without killing us both...got the flashers on, pulled the emergency brake, untangled myself from the seat-belt and braced myself for the short trip backward I took when she reclined my seat suddenly...all while making stunned "wh-wh-wh-what??" noises. She was totally focused, and had my pants open, my shorts moved and my cock in her mouth. I stared down at the gorgeous blonde hair, then finally buried both my hands in its softness. She made a throaty growl of approval that I felt go up and down my spine. Oh, damn, it was so good. It was so fucking good. Her mouth was wet and tight, her tongue snaking around and around my shaft, then up over the head, pausing to tongue the little hole. One hand was sliding up and down after her mouth, gripping me tight, all over her fingers moving in a rippling pattern that massaged every inch of me as it followed her tight lips. Her other hand fingered my balls so delicately, so carefully, just enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust. I felt that hand slide under my ass, and realized her long fingers were working their way to my asscrack...and I shot my load so hard and so unexpectedly all I could do was howl. 

The world spun for a few seconds, then I felt something pressed against my lips. I opened one eye. It was a water bottle. She put an arm around me and made "there, there" noises as I suckled greedily at the water bottle. She patted my wet lips delicately with what I realized were her panties, then pitched those into the back seat. She slid out of the white blouse, and sat there smiling at me...completely naked. 

A good six feet of blonde, at least. Huge tits...and REAL tits, too. They moved when she did, and they were shaped like real tits. Pale pink nipples, with a rosebud in the center of each. Slender waist, flaring out to rounded hips, and the cutest little poof of a tummy. No pubic hair. Just slick, shaved skin between legs that went on for days. She sat calmly, smiling at me in a very friendly, trusting, hot-nasty-horny kind of way. I cleared my throat, scooped up the water bottle and took another drink. "You do realize," I said thoughtfully, "that I am now going to suck your clit until you explode?" She nodded demurely. "One so hopes."

Luckily, she was not only long, she was limber, and I managed to get her half laid out in the passenger seat, legs up and spread, and that glorious pussy THERE for me. One great head session deserves another, I thought, so I went to work, licking and nibbling, pulling on her lips with my lips, sliding the very tip of my index finger in and out of her hole...giving her just enough to make her FLOOD me with hot nectar as she got more and more turned on...and give me the experience of my life when her clit swelled hard and erect. I ran my tongue over it. Wow, I thought. She had the biggest damned clit I'd ever experienced. I fastened my lips on it, and pulled. She moaned helplessly. I fastened my teeth on it gently and pulled. She moaned again, a little desperately as she fought for control. I grabbed it with two fingers and jacked it off like a little cock as I looked her in the eye and smiled. I got to see her eyes roll back into her head, her face twist into an inhuman shape as her head bashed back against the car door window and she did a combination moan/spasm/drool thing that seemed to go on forever as her clit throbbed in my fingers and her pussy spurted me with her cum. 

I licked the world's most incredible and addictive taste off my fingers as I held the water bottle to her lips. She tongued it for a few seconds, trying to establish what it was, then began to drink. She expressed her admiration for my pussy eating skills in some ancient language, complete with uncoordinated hand gestures. I nodded a lot, sucking her taste from my tongue and lips and fingering my hardening cock. I saw her eyes change, and I swear my damned cock temporarily grew feet and did a happy dance. She looked at me, eyes dark and focused, and...snarled. Yikes, had barely enough time to think.

She fastened a palm behind my head and pulled. When a six-foot Viking wants you in the passenger seat...you go there...and I did. She put both palms flat on my shoulders and pressed back. I hadn't seen her release the seat, so I went for another startling ride backwards. She mounted my lap, gripped my cock and rubbed her cuntlips against it. She grinned, then impaled herself on it, her muscles gripping me tighter than a fist. She revolved her hips slowly, her fingers finding and pinching my nipples. "I'm going to fuck you senseless," she said sweetly. "I'm going to fuck you until every bit of cum is drained out of your balls and you beg me to stop. I want your cock in my mouth, my pussy, my ass...I want you to fuck my tits and spray your cum all over my face. I want you to take big fistfuls of my hair and beat off with it. I want to screw you sitting, standing, lying down...doggie style, sixty-nine...I want to fuck you in ways the KamaSutra doesn't even know about yet. I want to suck your cock, and lick your balls and tongue your ass until you scream. I want to find out each and ever dirty, nasty little fantasy you've ever had and do it with you repeatedly...on film."

The slow, rhythmic motion of her hips combined with the soft delivery of that monologue made my balls swell to three times their normal size. They were so full, so hard, they hurt. All I could do was lay there, in a helplessly aroused agony, as the Viking rode me. I felt her cum, her cunt clamping down on me. It felt as if her pussy was trying to suck the cum out of me. Her eyes flew open suddenly, and she said "Now." 

DAMN. My hips bucked up helplessly, my arms twitched and flopped around the car, my cock exploded pulse after pulse after pulse of hot cream into her tight cunt. I kept on cumming, vision gone, ears ringing, the soft, hot, wet, tight cunt draining every bit of me...turning me inside out...reducing me to a lump of barely human, twitching, flesh.

I sort of remember her driving us to Reno, and I sort of remember checking into a hotel, and I sort of remember sleeping for a long time. I definitely remember the long talk we had, and I definitely remember fucking her in the bed, on the floor, in the shower, and once in the hallway on the stairs. 

If you want me...I'll be in Reno...

(c) Morgan Grayson 1998
All Rights Reserved