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Subject: {ASSM} Joy Ride (M/F, Magic)
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Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2011 07:10:01 -0400
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Joy Ride"
By Shon Richards

Eric loaded the car.  All he had was a suitcase.  His boss,
Catalina had two suitcases.  He wasn't sure how she got by with
just two suitcases.  In the month they had been together, he had
seen her wear a new outfit every day.  They just couldn't all fit
into these two slender suitcases.

He shrugged.  It was probably magic.  Catalina was a
Voluptumancer after all.  She practiced sexual magic in all of
its forms.  So far he had seen her banish a Gremlin, bless a
brothel and helped a small town get over a weird case of mass
impotency.  He didn't know how she could make sex magic some
suitcases, but it didn't seem that far out of her powers.

As far as Eric knew, there was no end to what Catalina could do
sexually.

"Where are we driving to?" he asked.  

Catalina was searching through a small notebook.  Eric didn't
mind that she didn't answer right away.  It gave her another
excuse to look at her.  The lovely Hispanic woman was wearing a
purple t-shirt over her ample breasts.  Her long black hair fell
around her shoulders and framed her face.  She was wearing jean
shorts, which was odd considering how brisk the air was this
morning.  

God, he loved fucking her.

"San Francisco," Catalina finally answered.  She took a postcard
out of the notebook.  It showed the Golden Gate bridge and a
topless hippie woman with painted nipples.

Eric laughed.  "That is all the way across country," he said. 
"It is going to take us a week at least."

Catalina smiled.  Her dark eyes brightened with a secret untold.
"We're going to go a special way."

Eric's cock got hard.  "A magic way?" he asked.

Catalina nodded.  "You're driving.  Take your pants and underwear
off before you get in."

That was how she was.  Catalina didn't like to explain as much as
she liked to show.  It used to bother Eric until he realized why
she did that.  Catalina might fuck all kinds of people, but she
rarely got to share anything with them.  Only Catalina knew the
wonders she experienced.

Eric looked around but no one was watching them in the hotel
parking lot.  He stripped off his pants and his underwear as
well.  His cock was still hard in anticipation for what Catalina
would show him today.  He climbed into his car and saw that
Catalina had taped the post card of San Francisco to the
dashboard.

"Ok, start driving west," Catalina said.  

"I think the highway is north actually," he responded.  

Catalina placed her hand on his cock.  "Trust me," she said with
a squeeze.  

Eric drove.  It was early morning.  There was hardly any traffic
out.  He felt very exposed with his cock out, but he figured few
people would see him.  Well, maybe if a big truck came by they
could look down on his cock.  The thought made his erection wilt
a little.  

"No, no," Catalina said.  She tugged on his cock a little.  "Your
desire is what fuels this ride."

She jacked his cock.  Her firm hand slid up and down his cock and
brought it back to life.  Eric didn't know what she was talking
about, but it sure felt fucking nice.

He saw a topless woman ride by on a motorcycle.  She wasn't
wearing a helmet either, her blonde hair whipping behind her. 
She had beautiful sun kissed breasts the color of bronze.  

"Did you see that?" he yelled.

Catalina smiled.  "Keep driving," she said.

Eric noticed how lucky they were that they hadn't hit stop
lights.  That is when he saw that there weren't any.  There
wasn't a single light at any corner.  For that matter, there
weren't that much traffic either.  It was like he was the only
person on the road.

They passed by six naked people waiting for the bus.  There were
four men and two women.  The men wore ties and nothing else.  The
women only wore hats that might have been in style in the 60's. 
They all looked calm and bored despite being naked.

Catalina kept stroking his cock.

They went up a hill where a man rolled a giant breast in front of
him.  The breast was heavy and squishy yet the man kept pushing.
The nipple was very hard.  The man was grunting and swearing, but
he was also smiling.

"Ok, what the fuck?" Eric said.  "Seriously, what is going on?"

"We are traveling the Roads of Lust," she said.  "You will see a
lot of strange things here.  The important thing is not to stop
and to not lose your arousal.  As long as you stay in a state of
desire, we can keep going."

They passed by a group of jogging men.  They wore leather from
head to toe with jingling bells hanging from their crotches. 
They were saying something, but their ballgags muted their
chant.

"Where does this stuff come from?" Eric said.  Catalina stroked
his cock harder until they were out of sight of the leather men.

"From people," Catalina said.  "Wet dreams, sexual fantasies and
turned on imaginations provide the fodder for the Roads of Lust.
Of course, the Roads of Lust also bleed back into the world. 
Have you ever had a sexual fantasy of something that turned you
on in a dream, but freaked you out when you woke up?"

Eric didn't answer.  His erection however faded fast.  Catalina
pumped faster but he was becoming limp with each tug.

"Stay with us, Eric!" Catalina yelled.  She bent over and put her
head in his lap.  She took his cock in her mouth and licked him
furiously.

"Oh!" Eric groaned.  His cock surged under her tongue.  "Yeah,
sorry.  See, this one time when I was a teen, I had a dream like
that.  I dreamed my grandmother was wearing this green bikini and
she was seducing me.  In my dream, I was like really into it, but
when I woke up, I was grossed out.  I didn't jack off for a
month.  Considering how much I jack off as a teenager, that is a
pretty damn long time."

Catalina lifted her head of his lap.  She kept one hand on his
cock and kept jacking him.  Her spit made everything slippery and
wonderful despite the thoughts of his grandmother.

"So you're saying I got that dream from here?" Eric asked.

"Sure," Catalina said.  "Someone who does want to fuck their
grandmother had that desire.  Or maybe a grandmother had it.  For
that matter, maybe some guy sitting on his computer somewhere
wrote the story and it traveled the Roads of Lust.  The thing is,
erotic thoughts travel both ways."

Eric thought about is as they saw a giant blimp pass by.  It was
shaped like a nude woman.  It was monstrously big but incredibly
beautiful in an ample way.  He realized that he saw tiny people
climbing over the blimp woman, doing inscrutable things on her
body.

"Both ways?" he asked.  "Everything is here is someone's desire
right?"

The Voluptumancer shrugged.  "Maybe.  Or they come from somewhere
and end up in someone's desire.  No one really knows what comes
first: desire or the thought that gave someone the desire."

There was still no traffic.  For that matter, there wasn't much
of a street either.  It was turning into a road that went into a
forest.  They saw things lurking behind trees.  Some of the
things were sexy.  Others were less sexy and just violent
looking.

"Fuck, that wolf has big ass claws," Eric said.  "Are we safe
here?"

"Safe?" Catalina said.  "Interesting question.  As long as we
keep moving we are."

A wolf leaped out of the trees.  Eric screamed as the giant shape
went over them.  The wolf landed on a woman on the other side of
them.  It ripped her clothes off and buried its face in her sex.

"What the fuck?" Eric yelled.  He took his foot off the gas.

"No!" Catalina said.  She whipped off her t-shirt.  Her massive
brown breasts took Eric's attention from the violence they had
seen.  She took his right hand and placed it on her breast.  She
squeezed his fingers tightly into her flesh.

"Keep driving," Catalina said.  "They don't see us here, not
really.  They fuck each other.  They fuck other desires.  If we
stop, then we might become a fantasy.  We might never find the
Road of Lust back out."

Eric squeezed her breast tighter.  Her felt reassurance in her
soft skin, the same skin he had kissed and groped before.  His
fingers found her nipples and he pinched them.  Catalina's groan
drowned out the scream of the woman underneath the wolf.

"How are we getting to San Francisco this way?" he asked.  He
watched a group of lumberjacks climbing a cock as big as a
redwood. 

Catalina tapped the postcard.  "The Roads of Lust go everywhere.
We could drive to Hawaii if we wanted to.  All places exist in
our desires.  It is easier to go to our desire of a place and
then drop off the road and land back in the real world."

They passed through a forest of cocks.  Some were giants that
towered into the sky which others grew like foot long mushrooms.
Eric was sure that this was a great dream for someone.  It just
wasn't doing anything for him.

"Ah, Catalina," he said but the Voluptumancer was already
thinking ahead.  She took his hand off her breast and put it on
her crotch.  The thin shorts couldn't cover the heat he felt
there.  He could feel how damp she was already.  Eric could
easily imagine how wet and slick she would be.

The forest began to change.  The trees disappeared and a lake
appeared beside them.  To the other side was a gorgeous beach. 
Hundreds of bodies lined the beach and Eric could see that
everyone one of them was a woman.  It was oily breasts and tits
as far as the eye could see.

"Oh my," he said.  Catalina took his hand off of her crotch and
placed hers back on his cock.  The amount of tanned flesh around
him was such that she only had to give his cock the lightest of
touches from time to time.

"Did I do that?" he asked.  He pointed.  That was exactly what I
was thinking of when I touched you.  It reminded me of the beach,
hot and wet.

Catalina laughed.  "Maybe," she said.  "The Roads sometimes show
our deepest fantasies.  Of course, they sometimes show our worse
fears.  You would be amazed how intertwined they are.

Eric laughed until he saw it.  A flash of green on the side of
the road.  There was a woman standing on the side of the road,
feeling herself.  Eric knew who it was.  Jesus Christ, he didn't
want to see that here!  He looked on the other side of the road
and there she was again!

"What's the matter?" Catalina said.  She felt his cock
weakening.

"There!" Eric yelled.  "In a fucking green bikini!  It's grandma!
 I just know it!"

These things happen on the Roads of Lust.  Catalina swung into
action.  She reached under Eric's seat and pushed it all the way
back.  The car swerved as Catalina climbed on top of Eric.  With
practiced skill, she slipped his cock into her.  She pressed him
into her breasts, obscuring his vision as he drove.

"Just drive straight," she said.  Catalina clenched down and Eric
groaned in response.  She moved her hips against him.  Fucking in
the front seat of a car while the driver is still driving would
have been impossible for a normal person.  For a Voluptumancer,
it was all part of the job.

"Think about your cock in my cunt," Catalina said.  "Think about
my breasts in your face.  Bite my breast, let me feel how much
you want me.  Think about my ass right in front of the wheel. 
Grab my ass with one hand but keep the other driving.  Feel my
ass?  Remember how it feels when you fuck it?  Think about that,
Eric, and keep driving."

Eric drove.  Catalina rode his cock as the world changed around
them.  She watched as the beach turned into a desert filled with
well hung cowboys and humanoid cow-women.  She kept humping his
cock while they drove through a valley of sexy robots.  She found
new ways to move her hips while they drove past drive-in theaters
showing home porn movies of famous stars.

Finally, they reached San Francisco.  Not the real city of
course, but the erotized version that exists in dreams.  Naked
hippies were having orgies.  Gay pride parades of astonishing
beauty and vulgarity passed by.  Trolleys filled with nudists
zipped through curvy hills.  It was time to stop.

Catalina climbed off of Eric.  His eyes widened as he saw the
sights around them.  

"Are we here?" he asked.  "How do we stop safely?"

"Well, you can stop by loosing your desire," Catalina said. 
"They is why it is so dangerous to lose your erection.  There is
no telling where we would have appeared in the real world."

"That seems anticlimactic," he said.

She laughed.  "Here's the other way."  She bent down and took his
cock back into her mouth.  It was so wet from her own juices. 
She sucked down hard and applied all of her skill to him with her
tongue.

Eric came.  His hands gripped the wheel as he released into her
mouth.  The hippies vanished.  The gay pride parade transformed
into a long line of cars.  The trolley stayed but all the people
on board were dressed in clothes.  

The sudden appearance of the real world made Eric feel very naked
in his car.  On the other hand, he was too exhausted to care.

"I do love road trips," Catalina said.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/




         

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