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Subject: {ASSM} Jorge and Blitzen (bestial,hetero)
Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 00:10:05 -0500
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This is a transcription of a handwritten letter sent to me by my ex g/f 
Pauline.  It may be true but I suspect it is exaggerated.  That's Pauline for 
ya.  Sorry if I have omitted or mistyped any subject codes but a cursory 
google search for ASSM faqs didn't reveal any standards.

I have not tried to correct grammar and spelling, so syntax and usage errors 
will remain, mainly because they're endearing.  Pauline is not a native 
English speaker.  (Or writer for that matter.)

++++++

Dear Rick,

I am sorry that upon over a year I have written not, but this story is one to 
prevent my own nervousness that I must tell.  Only you to I confess because of 
my fantasies you know and without judgement can understand.  I hope with your 
new wife you can share this story but if your letters are correct you will 
keep me secret with this letter I believe.  My english since I left the USA 
and returned to Holland has grown worse but it is nonetheless as good as it 
will get.

Of Jorge you know.  He and I as I have said are still engaged.  Next to Jorge 
a night ago last week I awoke, damp still with sweat from sex.  With a narrow 
face and long hair Jorge is soft speaking, in sex satisfying with his large 
cock and his long hair like yours.  You will not be jealous I know, since any 
smaller than his yours is not, either.  His face, though, about my favorite 
fantasy helps me- with a long horse tail I imagine him as missionary style he 
enters me, long sinusoid waves down his tail as he thrusts.  But in this time 
Jorge as a true stallion I saw, by cannabis enhanced in my fantasy.  Jorge 
brings from Amsterdam cannabis that comes from the Alaskan US, and hydroponic 
it is as good as hallucinogenics.  Not just any stallion I imagined, but 
Blitzen, our stud that to make babies for profit we raised him.  With the 
mares we have seen him and ready for sex it always makes me and Jorge.  And 
Jorge was as asleep as a pond in winter I awoke with no one but me so horny.

So awake besides Jorge as I said, I could not find sleep.  I arose to use the 
toilet, feeling the itch that says I will soon need antimicrobials -- you 
remember this.  But in this early stage of the beginnings of an itch tells me 
only that I need more satisfaction. [Sorry - I could have parsed this better - 
I remember the itching makes her more horny at first, until it becomes a burn 
the next day or so...]

[Some personal rememberances omitted.  Perhaps saved for another article.]

So while upon the bidet masturbating myself the itch to relieve, I was not 
satisfied, and nervous in the barn I hear Blitzen.  It was a cold evening, as 
you imagine, being February in Holland.  Blitzen is a mild manner horse for 
one not neutered, and uncommon disturbed at night to hear.  That is in fact 
the reason to be stud we chose him.  So many stallions upon maturity are 
unmanageable, but Blitzen is not.  But upon annoyance he shall bite and kick.  
And so he sounded, but I dressed and to see what was bothering him I came.  
But in my mind my dream I still remembered...

The following I did not intend, but it happened.  As the stall of Blitzen I 
approached, his excitement I noticed.  Not were any of the mares in season, 
but still Blitzen was aroused, and wildly upon the straw in his stall 
stomping.  Wrong, perhaps I had been.  But in the time I did not notice any.  
But there his large stallion cock was, half erect in the cold air steaming, 
and pity for him I felt.  To my mind, the dream fully came back, aroused as I 
became.  Still stoned I was, and so much aroused I became that what came next 
I could not stop.

But the gas heater I opened first, so cold it was.  Within minutes the air it 
grew warmer and Blitzen's cock I handled gently while the stall air warmed and 
in my hands his cock grew solid.  And in my mind an idea grew.  Two bails of 
straw I stacked and drew to him.  And laying upon them, Blitzen's large horse 
member I drew between my thighs, pressing upon my vulva quickly dampening.  
And he knew.  His weight upon me, Blitzen's horse cock to my stomach and chest 
pressed his torso, thrusting his cock and my vulva rubbing against it.  The 
air I could not get from his weight soon made the orgasm as time passed I 
wanted even greater.  And although Blizen he arrived, with many ejaculations, 
cease he did not.  And resulting, with many times my expectations I arrived.

 From there, until an alarmed Jorge I awoke seeing, with scatter gun in limp 
hands, nothing do I remember.  With eyes wide, Jorge there stood and ashamed I 
felt seeing him.  But even though our eyes contacted, I could not stop Blitzen 
and ashamed I felt, yet arriving again, Jorge watching.  To stop it there was 
not anything I could do.

Oh, Rick, you must feel lessened, but never did your sex fail me.  In truth, 
as Jorge I remember you better.  But here Jorge amazed.  Jorge upon me rushed, 
upon my lips his his kisses drew while Blitzen thrusted more.  So far thrusted 
our stallion that our kisses at moments his cock face joined.  And Jorge was 
excited more ever.  From my lips he withdrew and suddenly, upon my pussy 
kisses he laid.  While Blitzen subsided and withdrew.

But more than me did Jorge know.  Blitzen within him had more and did Jorge 
acommodate.  My vulva still vacant and aching did Blitzen Jorge draw within 
me, erect only partially.  For my very life that Blitzen is but an Arabian I 
am grateful.  Because split in two I would have been otherwise, had a draught 
animal he had been.  Even then did Blitzen's cock face grow conical and his 
girth drawing did I feel as a tiny woman, but upon that better we both know. 
;)  Not since my first arrival at womanhood such pain and pleasure I have 
felt...  Only when complaints I made strenuous did Jorge draw out Blitzen's 
cock and there made another equine arrival, such a mess created that like a 
frosted cake I felt.

I hope now that yourself are arriving to my story, since I myself am close at 
this writing.  Not since then has this occasion Jorge admitted, but upon our 
foreplay his remembering is obvious.  Much better I am feeling after writing 
to you.  Only hoping I can suggest your new wife similar fantasies holds,  
because of our own talks I remember your own fantasies, although bestial may 
not be, are close to my own.

With much love and arrivals remembered,

Pauline

-- 
"Develop for it? I'll piss on it." --Bill Gates, 1988, when asked to
 develop applications for the NeXT system
Rick Cross         ---><---        bughunter@earthlink.tardproof.net

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