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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} HUMAN WHEELS {Hungry Guy} (MF+ M/F+ Mpov Mdom Fsub oral ws nc stroke nosex ScFi)
Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 06:10:06 -0400
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{ASS} HUMAN WHEELS {Hungry Guy} (MF+ M/F+ Mpov Mdom Fsub oral ws nc 
stroke nosex ScFi} 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    ###

    Each one of the four wheels on the vehicle is six feet in 
diameter.  He is one of three treads on one of the wheels.  His feet 
straddle the head of the man mounted on the rim below him, feet to 
shoulders.  The feet of the man above him straddle his head, feet to 
shoulders.  

    The vehicle is light compared to cars on Earth; it weighs only 
about 800 pounds.   

    The vehicle is parked in the driveway outside the odd looking 
house where the monsters live.  At the moment, he is the tread at the 
bottom of his wheel.  His belly is pressed against the belly of one 
of the many women embedded in the asphalt, alternating head to feet, 
and feet to head.  The 200 pounds of pressure borne by his stomach 
feels unbearable sometimes, but he survives.

    An IV tube is inserted into his wrist, giving him a steady 
trickle of life-sustaining nourishment.  

    The vehicle remains parked most of the week.  The female monster, 
the one with the ovipositor, leaves every morning under the cool blue 
sunlight of the twin suns.  He observed her, briefcase in mandible, 
walk to the street and board a bus-like vehicle with eight wheels 
like the one he is mounted on.  The male monster has been staying 
home lately, as he has been pregnant for the past couple of weeks.  
The monsters speak in clicks and buzzes, so he cannot understand what 
they say. 

    This is a one-day weekend between each three-day workweek.  The 
days and nights seem a little longer than on Earth, but without any 
means to tell time, he can't be sure.

    The two monsters come out of the house in the afternoon and sit 
in the vehicle.  He lets out an "Oof!" as the weight on his belly 
increases. 

    The vehicle starts humming and then slowly begins moving.  As his 
wheel slowly rotates, the point of contact slowly moves toward his 
head as his head slowly lowers.  His face is momentarily pressed into 
the adjacent woman's knee as the vehicle slowly rolls down the 
driveway.  He is lifted up and over and around again.  His cock 
always gets hard the first few moments when the monsters start to 
drive their vehicle, and his cock is momentarily pressed between his 
groin and some woman's stomach and then his head is pressed between 
some other woman's boobs as the vehicle slowly rolls down the street.  
The vehicle moves slowly, less than five miles per hour, though he 
doubts that the monsters measure distance in miles or time in hours.  

    The monsters drive for several miles as his body makes brief and 
instantaneous intimate contact with hundreds of unknown women 
embedded in the asphalt.  He rarely talks with the women or even the 
other two men on his wheel, though he has learned that there is an 
underground public utility which feeds the women via IV tube as he is 
fed via an IV tube from a supply within the vehicle.  Each woman's 
anus is below the surface of the asphalt, and empties into a sewer 
pipe.  Each woman's pussy is above the surface and their pee just 
flows onto the asphalt, then either seeps into the ground or flows to 
the gutter on the side of the street. 

    The vehicle stops at a blue light, apparently the same meaning of 
a red light on Earth, leaving his face pressed into some woman's 
crotch.  He comes, but his hips are higher up around the rim above 
the road, he knows not where his cum lands.  It might be the woman 
his face is plastered against the crotch of, or it might be the woman 
above her, or an adjacent woman.  

    The light changes to orange and the vehicle proceeds through the 
intersection.  It turns into an area that he recognizes.  It is the 
monsters' equivalent of a shopping mall.  

    The vehicle stops placing him in an extremely unlikely position.  
His mouth is pressed at a 90-degree angle against the mouth of 
another woman embedded in the asphalt of the parking space.  The 200 
pounds borne by his wheel forces their two jaws open.  The weight 
pressing their mouths together prevents them from speaking, and he 
wonders if she is open to some tongue play while they wait for the 
monsters to do the mall.  He knows from experience that his family of 
monsters can spend all day and well into the night at the mall.  

    He cautiously probes her lips with his tongue, but she pushes it 
out with her tongue.  Accepting that she must be as resentful of 
their bondage as he is, he relents and withdraws his tongue.  Like 
two cars blinkers ticking at slightly different rates, their 
breathing alternates between being in synch and out of synch; during 
these times he inhales her breath through their mouths just as she 
inhales his breath.  

    Some time later, he feels a tongue not his own licking his lips, 
so he reciprocates.  He assumes that, even though they are unwilling 
captives in a bizarre situation, she must have realized how extremely 
rare an opportunity she was given to be amorous with someone in this 
way.  He comes again a little later, but being that his body is at a 
90-degree angle to his temporary lover, his cum must have landed on 
an adjacent woman.  He wishes that he could touch, fondle, fuck, even 
talk to his ad-hoc lover, but such is impossible.   

    They wrestle tongues off-and-on during the hours that his 
monsters remain in the mall.  

    Being that he is fed intravenously, he rarely defecates. However, 
being fed intravenously causes him, and all the others, to urinate 
frequently.  He hopes he isn't peeing onto someone's face.

    Night falls and the monsters return from the mall, laden with 
packages and food.  Four of the five moons are out tonight -- a rare 
occurrence that casts an unusually bright glow from the sky.  As they 
drive the vehicle away, she whispers, "I'm Linda.  Goodbye."  

    He whispers back, "Goodbye, Linda.  I'm Bob." 

    On the way home, thee monsters stop at a "gas" station that 
smells more like alcohol than gasoline.  This time, he is at the top 
of the wheel with his cock pointing straight up at the sky and his 
head facing slightly forward looking at the world upside-down.  While 
the vehicle is being filled, the attendants lift the vehicle and 
remove the IV needles from each of the men, twelve men in all with 
four wheels and three men to a rim.  The attendants wash and swab the 
insertion point and then insert a clean needle, and wrap the area 
with a fresh plastic band to keep it clean until the next fuel stop. 

    The monsters then head home and slowly drive the vehicle up their 
driveway.  Wonder of wonders, is a miracle about to happen again?  He 
can tell from the angle that his cock is rolling toward the face of 
one of the women embedded in the driveway.  Then, _Yes!_  It slides 
home!  His cock slides into her mouth and the vehicle stops just as 
his crotch is pressed against her jaw with his rock-hard cock shoved 
down her throat under the pressure of 200 pounds.  Needless to say, 
he shoots wad after wad of cum down her throat at the incredible 
sensation.  

    He knows, as does she, that the monsters won't move their vehicle 
for the next four days until the next "weekend."  He will have cum 
gallons into her throat by the end of the week.  Regrettably, he also 
feels his bladder getting full again too, and hopes that it won't be 
too unpleasant for her.  

    - END -

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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