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Subject: {ASSM} The BAMF (mf anal nc) by Foxbat
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 17:10:04 -0400
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The BAMF (mf anal nc)
by Foxbat

Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional, and bear 
no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story contains 
graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read if such 
stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

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	This really just wasn't what I needed right now.  Why couldn't she have 
just taken the damn ride and tried to hold up the next guy?
	"You can put that away now, and we'll just forget about the whole thing if 
you want."  It was a feeble attempt.  I could see the determination in her 
eyes as she shook her head no in answer.
	I leaned back in the seat of my truck, and rubbed my eyes, and laughed.  
This really was the last thing I needed to deal with.

	I had been off for the weekend, and had gone home to see my now 
ex-girlfriend.  Things had been stressed lately between us, and the fact 
that my company had assigned me yet another cross-country route bothered her 
greatly.  I was tired from the last trip, and I didn't want to argue, but 
she wouldn't give up.  So we had it all out, and now I was off again, 
informed that I should never try to see her again.
	Oh well, I had gotten by before her, and I guessed I would do fine after.  
I have found that there's something about the open road which frees the 
spirit, and I was just getting in the mood.  I had been going through 
northern Arizona on one of the highways, and had stopped to pick up a hitch 
hiker as my spirits rose.  Conversation was precious is the shipping 
industry.  And she wasn't too bad looking either.
	She had been standing on the side of the road at the exit from the 
rest-station, watching cars go by in the hot desert sun.  It felt like a 
million degrees outside when I opened the door after easing onto the 
shoulder and slowing down.
	"Where are you headed?"  I asked.
	"Wherever you're going," she replied and smiled.  The smile wasn't a warm 
or a friendly smile of a girl using her charms.  It was a wistful sardonic 
smile that proclaimed her indifference to me and the world.  It was a smile 
of a outsider listening to her own half-hearted joke.
	And I wouldn't have thought twice, but for the blue eyes.  There was a fire 
in the blue eyes - incongruous with the apathy of her posture and movement.  
I couldn't tell whether desperation or hatred or poverty fueled the fire, 
but it was fascinating and mesmerizing.
	She was dressed in short shorts, the kind that are too short, and a faded 
orange and yellow halter top.  Her hair was a dirty blond, and her skin had 
a sandy tan from a life under the desert sun.  There was a weathered look 
about her, which, combined with lithe movements and a skinny almost waifish 
body, had me referring to her as skank to myself before I realized I'd named 
her.
	She hopped in.  Her movements, though, were unsure, and I got the 
impression she wasn't yet used to the idea of hitch hiking.
	Turning my attention away from her, I maneuvered the big rig back on the 
highway, and picked up some speed.  There was an awkward silence for a few 
seconds which she deftly ended when she reached for the radio and put on 
some music.  I told her I could take her has far as the next big town, and 
then our conversation turned to the music.  I could tell though that there 
was a distance between us, an uneasiness in the conversation, as though she 
were waiting.
	Which she was, for as soon as I pulled into a diner in the next town, I 
turned to her and she was holding a large wicked looking hunting knife.  
Where exactly on her sandy waifish body that knife had come from, I had no 
idea.  But I wasn't in the mood for this shit.

	Opening my eyes and leaning forward, I laughed to myself and noticed the 
confusion replace the fire which had spread from Skank's eyes over her face 
as she looked down, as if checking to see that her knife still existed and 
was a valid threat. When she looked back up, the confusion was replaced 
entirely by surprise, and followed by shock and then fear in rapid 
succession.

	Most people who've seen BAMF don't live much longer to talk about it.  The 
long-distance trucking business is a dangerous one, and although it sounds 
silly, hijacking is a serious thing.  More than one of my peers has been 
held up at gunpoint at rest stops, or diners or truckstops, had his cargo 
and truck stolen, and a few even get their life stolen.  I was no difference 
- after my first brush with a hijacker, I went out and got BAMF who became 
my new best friend.
	BAMF was a .45 caliber Colt handgun, the biggest I could find.  Firing 
bullets nearly half an inch in diameter, it was designed to inflict maximum 
trauma on its victims.  BAMF would dwarf a normal persons hands, but my 
family had been potters for generations and hand size and strength was not 
something I lacked.  Firing BAMF was a whole body experience, since the 
recoil was enough to make its use by lesser men pointless.  When you look 
down the gray barrel of BAMF and the huge black hole on the end looks back 
at you, any other gun feels like a pea-shooter.  BAMF of course stood for 
Bad Ass Mother Fucker.

	As I moved BAMF closer to her face, I think a part of her understood when I 
laughed at her knife.  Most of her was just scared shitless though.
	Well, if she wanted my wallet, she could try asking again now.  "What's 
wrong?  Your butter knife don't cut it anymore?"  I asked.  I could see her 
weighing her odds at making a run for it.
	"See these two notches?  Those were the last guys who tried to hijack me.  
I don't know which guy was luckier.  The first shot painted the wall of the 
gas station with one guys lungs.  I thought I'd be merciful when the other 
guy started running, so I aimed for his leg.  BAMF must not have liked him 
too much though, cause BAMF decided that instead of shooting his leg, it 
would take off his leg."
	Real story.  Poor bugger was wearing a prosthetic now and had spent the two 
years after this incident learning how to walk again.  I'm not a bad guy 
most of the time, but if you try to take my stuff or screw me over, I will 
fuck you without a second thought.
	Which was exactly the idea that popped into my head, as I stared at Skank.  
I hadn't gotten any action in weeks, and this weekend hadn't lessened the 
stress, after all.  Maybe a good fuck was what I needed.  Who knows - maybe 
it was what she needed too.  Not that I cared too much at this point.
	We were in a fairly inconspicuous place, and I could expect not to be 
interrupted unless someone did something stupid.  I motioned with BAMF for 
her to go into the back compartment, which was just big enough for a bed and 
a few shelves.  I followed her in, and lay out a towel on the bed.  Standing 
in the door, BAMF still in hand, I gruffly told her to strip.  The fear was 
still in her face and her eyes didn't move off BAMF for even a second as she 
dropper her shorts off and flipped the halter over her head.  She made no 
attempt to cover herself, just sat there transfixed by the Hole of Black 
Death that was aimed at her forehead still.
	I gave her a good look up and down - my girlfriend had had a full and 
voluptuous body that required a strong man to fuck properly.  There was so 
much to grab and so much softness to bang.  Skank by contrast was skin and 
bone - her breasts hung off her chest, like mid-sized fruits hanging off the 
stem of the tree.  And I liked fruit.  There was one thing however we needed 
to fix first.  I reached up to the shelf and tossed her my doppkit.
	She stared at it dumbly.
	"Shave."
	She started at me dumbly.
	"Shave your crotch."  I don't like hairiness on anything except me.  From 
the continued looks of disbelief I was getting I could tell she didn't share 
my opinion.
	"Where did you leave that knife again?  Maybe we could use that if you 
don't like my razor...."
	The spell was broken and she opened the doppkit and pulled out my razor and 
shaving cream.  I reached back into the front, and gave her the cup of water 
I always kept in the cab.  Not being able to find any other excuse to delay, 
she kneeled on the towel and with a sad look of goodbye rubbed some of the 
cream over her self.  Then the razor came out as she scraped at the top 
curls, trying to leave as much on for as long as possible.
	My hand was getting tired keeping BAMF trained on the girl, who was no 
match for me anyway, so I put him down between my seat and the transmission 
in the front and turned back to watch the show.  Skank had made enough 
progress that she was getting to the good stuff, and had sifted positions 
for greater access.  I could see her berating herself for her stupidity and 
cursing me silently for making this happen.  From the looks of her, and her 
circumstance, I judged that there wasn't much I could do to her that she 
hadn't done before.  She looked up, expectantly, thinking she was finished.
	"Lets get the ass-crack too," I told her matter-of-factly, taking the razor 
and rinsing it in the cup.  She obediently knelt of the bed again, bent over 
until her face was pressed into the bed, and stuck her ass proudly up into 
the air.  I took the sight in for a minute, and then gently scraped away the 
remaining wisps of hair from the canyon facing me.  I have to give her 
credit - it was a very nice trim ass - not what you might expect from a 
hitchhiker.  I let my hand drift down between her thighs, feeling her part 
her legs tensely, to allow me to cup her newly denuded pussy.
	I could hear her gasp as my rough fingers probed and manipulated her most 
tender areas, despite my attempts to be gentle.  I guess grace was the cost 
of strength.  I went on manipulating her nether lips and pressing my thumb 
against her entrance.  With little resistance, it sank into the warm wetness 
to my surprise.  I guess mother nature takes care of her children.
	I moved it in gentle circles inside of her, admiring the way her ass was 
stuck up towards the sky, and feeling her react by trying to drown her heavy 
breathing and occasional mewling into the bed.
	When I felt she was good and ready, I gently removed my hand.  She tried to 
move her crotch back to maintain the contact which had obviously started to 
feel pretty good to her, but it wasn't going to happen.  I quickly dropped 
my pants and freed my dick, which was rearing and ready to go.
	When my dick touched her wet folds I felt her lurch forward as if I'd 
slapped her cute upturned ass.  Instead of ramming her through as I 
desperately wanted to do, I just held still.  Slowly, as if it had a mind of 
its own, Her cunt moved back until it was once again in contact, and then 
began to slowly impale itself on my pole.  Watching a girl driven to fuck 
herself absolutely has to be one of the most erotic experiences ever.  When 
she was about three quarters the way down my shaft, I lost patience and 
slapped the meat home, and was greeted by a shocked gasp.
	The race was on:  I reached down to grab her tits for greater leverage and 
began socking it to her.  She lost all inhibition and started bucking like a 
banshee, hair everywhere and screaming incoherent babble of a sexual nature. 
  With every stroke, my dick slammed all the way into her, and my balls 
slapped up against her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.  On each 
outstroke, it was like I was drawing the air out of her, only to pump it 
back in when I reversed direction.
	Our vicious frantic humping lasted for a few minutes before I slammed into 
her and held it there.  She was still bucking and grinding like a wild woman 
in the throes of one hell of an orgasm, and my ejaculation didn't do 
anything to bring her down.  About the time the last pulses of my sperm 
dribbled into her, she finished the last of her spastic bucking, and 
collapsed exhausted onto the bed, breathing shallowly.
	Now, remember those gym teachers who always told you to give it a 110% each 
time you do anything?  That was bullshit - the key was to give 50% and make 
it look like 110%.  I think skank gave 110, but I definitely had a reserve.  
After about two minutes of watching her angelic face with her eyes screwed 
shut, and seeing the result of our little tussle draining down her leg from 
her nice hairless pussy, I was ready for round two.
	She was sort of laying in the fetal position which was fine with me for 
what I wanted to do.  I reached out and got a nice sticky handful of 
love-goop to grease up her up with.  At first she didn't stir as I smeared 
it over her asshole, and when I poked a finger insider her tight sphincter, 
she just moaned lowly and curled into a tighter ball.
	Being as gentle as I could, I took my dick (which was not quite as hard as 
before) and began to work it into her ass.  I didn't think this was her 
first time taking it up the shit chute since there was no shocked reaction 
like there usually is when a girl gets her ass taken for the first time.  I 
didn't really care though.
	 I continued until my thighs were up against her ass, and my dick 
completely embedded inside her.  She was still in the fetal position, and 
the only indication that she'd noticed anything was the look of extreme 
anxiety and worry on her face.  I didn't dig this lack of reaction, so I 
reached down and gave her clit a sharp pinch.
	It was like finding the on-switch, cause she immediately went stiff and 
uncurled as I rolled on top of her, pinning her face down on the mattress.  
I withdrew and rammed back in, and I could feel her groan under me as I 
continued my assault on her ass.  I let one hand drift down to manipulate 
her cunt while the other one held on to her for better leverage.  After a 
few minutes of this, I reached up and twisted her tear-streaked face around 
for a nice deep kiss.  I could feel her grunting into our kiss each time I 
bottomed out in her ass.
	My ministrations to her cunt though began to have a reaction though, as her 
grunting became more urgent and she began to rise to meet my thrusts.  I 
broke the kiss for a few seconds so I could her hear panting and moaning 
under me as her ass gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had.
	I wrapped my hands around her her neck and resumed the kiss as she orgasmed 
- a much gentler but intense orgasm than before.  As the last waves of it 
subsided, I rolled us onto our sides, into a spooning position, leaving my 
dick stuffed up her ass.  I could feel her begin to drift off to sleep, and 
I followed suit shortly.

	When I woke up the next morning, I sensed an absence in the bed, and it 
took me a few minutes to mentally review the night's activities before I 
could assess what was wrong.  I flew awake when I realized she wasn't lying 
next to me anymore.  She wasn't in the sleeping compartment, and I jumped 
into the cab in panic.  I saw her walking slowly and awkwardly away from the 
truck, clearly unused to the feeling of shaved pubes and fuckings like she 
got last night.  In almost slow motion, I watched her turn to look over her 
shoulder and, seeing me, blow me a kiss.  Today was going to be a long day.

The end.

- - -
I've not had time recently for this too much, but I hope to get back into 
it.  Getting started is always the hardest part (no pun intended).  Once 
again, write me if you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc.  - 
the_foxbat@hotmail.com

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