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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Stranded female motorist on a deserted bush road
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Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 06:10:01 -0400
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STRANDED FEMALE MOTORIST ON A DESERTED BUSH ROAD

My buddies Peter and John and I were having a beer at our local bar one Friday 
night when the discussion turned to non-consensual sex. Peter and John each 
had their own little story to tell but neither story was very serious. Each 
one described an incident with their girlfriend or wife where they didn't want 
to put out but each managed to convince them otherwise in the end.

Then Peter turned to us and said "I wonder if it would be possible to get a 
woman who we never met to put out for us without having to rape or force her 
to do it?". That question fueled our discussions for the next few hours. We 
discussed many scenarios but none seemed feasible until John suggested the 
idea of a woman in distress with no alternative but to put out in order to get 
out of a bad situation. This idea led us to one of our best adventures we have 
had together in the last 20 years.

Now let me tell you a little about our selves before I continue with this 
story. Peter and John are both Forestry Workers and work in lumber camps 
approximately 100 to 200 miles away from home. They normally leave Sunday 
afternoon for the lumber camps and usually come home on Friday afternoons. As 
for myself, I am sort of a Forestry Warden/Technician who travels the lumber 
camp roads identifying sections which require maintenance and repairs, bring 
workers to the hospital or home when they fall sick or get hurt, assist in 
forest fire fighting when required, supervise the building of new forestry 
roads, bring emergency supplies from one job site to the next and help set up 
new camps and work sites when required. I get to do a lot of traveling along 
these gravel roads in a normal day and know the network of roads like the back 
of my hand. We all stay at the same camps but usually only get to see each 
other at suppertime. 

Every year, we get one or two dry spells during the summer where there is an 
extreme danger for forest fires. During these times, the government shuts down 
all forestry operations and the workers are sent home for 2-4 weeks on average 
or until a reasonable amount of rain falls. During these periods, I am usually 
required to stay on and patrol the roads for people in distress, check for 
signs for the beginning of forest fires, help the fire fighting crews when 
required and maintain the camp. From experience, I could tell you that it is 
quite boring and only very rarely do I meet another car along these roads 
during these periods.

During the summer of 1986, our main lumber camp was located approximately 30 
miles off of the main highway and about 150 miles away from home. Once you 
left the main highway, you had 30 miles of gravel roads to travel before 
getting to the camp. The roads were always well maintained with graders and 
the traveling on these roads was good to average.

It was during one of these dry spells in the summer of 1986 that we put our 
plan into action.

Our plan involved getting a woman traveling alone to take this gravel road and 
we would arrange to have her car break down half way before getting to the 
camp.

The first part of our plan was to screen out the cars on the main highway and 
eventually get our selected victim to take the gravel road leading to the 
lumber camp. The first part of this operation was undertaken by John 
approximately 3-4 miles from the intersection of the main highway and our 
gravel road leading to the camp. John would hide in the bushes beside the main 
highway with a pair of binoculars and would spot all the cars passing to try 
and spot a candidate for our plan. Peter was located at the intersection with 
orange cones, a barricade and dressed like a flagman working on the highway. 
Needless to say, he had a hardhat, sun glasses, orange overalls and a fake 
mustache. All three of us were in constant communication with each other with 
our mobile radios. Finally at 10:30 am, the call came in from John. He spotted 
a young woman traveling alone in a small red Toyota. The time difference 
between the car in front of hers and the car traveling behind was about 5 
minutes. So we had only 5 minutes to get the woman to take the gravel road 
before the next car would show up. Once the car that was traveling in front of 
hers had passed the intersection where Peter was placed, he immediately set up 
the barricade and placed himself in front of it and acted like a flagman. The 
red Toyota reached the intersection about 3 minutes later. The car stopped at 
the barricade right beside Peter and the woman rolled down her window. Now at 
this stage, Peter was to scope out the situation and to determine if the woman 
would fit into our scenario. Needless to say, when the woman lowered her 
window to ask Peter what was happening, he was surprised to see how cute she 
was. She had long sandy blond hair down past her shoulders, was probably in 
her early twenties and dressed in a pink dress with white flowers. The dress 
was tight fitting and fairly short. The front was cut low and you could see 
the crack of her tits. You could see that she was well built with about size 
"C" tits and gorgeous tanned legs.

She asked Peter what was the problem. Peter answered with a heavy accent that 
there was an accident up ahead between a tanker truck carrying diesel fuel and 
a small mini van. It seems that there is diesel fuel all over the road and 
that they are waiting for the environmental cleanup crews to come and clean up 
the mess. Peter tells the woman that the waiting period is about 5-6 hours 
before they can allow the traffic to go through. Peter then points towards the 
gravel road and mentions that there is a detour set up which would by pass the 
accident and would only take about an extra 30 minutes. The woman tells Peter 
that she will take the detour. Peter tells her to follow the detour signs. The 
woman thanks Peter and starts driving down the gravel road. As soon as she was 
out of sight, Peter quickly removes the barricade and puts everything to the 
side of the road. Peter finished just in time because the car following the 
woman was now coming down the road. Peter piled the barricades and cones in 
his truck and headed down the gravel road towards the camp.

We had set up a few detour signs in strategic locations so that the woman 
would travel at least 15 miles down this gravel road. As Peter was driving 
back, he was picking up the detour signs along the way. At about the 15 mile 
mark, we had spread out half a box of roofing nails on one side of the road 
and we placed signs close to the road at every 100 feet indicating that the 
territory was reserved as a black bear sanctuary and that no hunting was 
allowed. We knew that the roofing nails would cause several flats on the 
woman's car and that she would eventually have to stop in the zones where we 
had set up the black bear signs. I had my truck parked at one intersection 
that was located about 14 miles from the main highway slightly out of view so 
that I could see when the woman would pass. This was also the place where 
Peter and John would come and join me later. About 20 minutes later, the red 
Toyota drove by my hiding spot. About 10-15 minutes after that, Peter and John 
joined me. I told them that the woman had passed about 30 minutes earlier.

I had a fiberglass top over the box of my truck with a hinged door at the 
back. Peter and John piled into the back of my truck and hid under a tarp and 
boxes. Now I have to tell you that I had not washed my truck in about a month. 
Needless to say, the truck was covered with dirt and mud to the point where 
you had a hard time to tell what color it was. Even the license plate was so 
full of mud that you couldn't read the numbers on the plate. This was great 
for us since we wanted to remain as anonymous as possible.

Finally, after driving for about 25 minutes, we came up to the location where 
we had dropped the half box of roofing nails. The woman's car was nowhere is 
sight. We stopped and took out some shovels and rakes to remove the nails from 
the road. We could see the tracks where the car had passed. We didn't know at 
this point just how far the woman would drive before noticing that she had 
flat tires. Once the nails were removed from the road, Peter and John got back 
inside the box of my truck and we continued in search of the woman. We had 
been slowly driving along for about 5 minutes when I spotted the red Toyota up 
ahead on the side of the road. The woman was standing besides her car looking 
at the tires. She had the trunk of the car open. I drove up beside the woman 
and asked what she was doing so far off of the main highway. She was shocked 
to hear me say that. She told me that there was an accident on the main 
highway and that she was told to take this road as a detour. I told her that 
she must have missed her intersection about 10 miles back and that she was at 
least 15 miles off the main highway. She said that she was happy to see me and 
explained that she had three flats and that she had only one spare tire. She 
asked if I could help her. I told her I would look at what I could do. I 
parked my truck up ahead of hers and walked back to check out the situation. 
She did have 3 flats and I could see the nail head sticking out of one of the 
tires on the passenger side. I told her that I have all the equipment and 
tools necessary to remove and repair her tires but that it would "cost her".  
The woman smiled and grabbed her purse from the car and took out her wallet. 
She dug through the purse and told me she had $48.  I told her that was 
insufficient for the work that was involved to repair the 3 tires. A sad look 
came across her face. Then she pulled out a credit card and pointed it in my 
direction. I told her "what do you want me to do with that"? She looked at me 
kind of stunned. After a slight pause, I told her "show me your tits and I 
will do the work for free". She looked at me and an angry look came across her 
face. I was shocked to hear so many swear words come out of her mouth for the 
next two minutes. So I slowly turned around and started walking towards my 
truck. She was still shouting swear words at me as I was walking away. At one 
point I turned around, looked her straight in the eyes and told her that the 
forestry operations have stopped in this area and that there is no traffic on 
these roads other than myself. I also pointed to the nearest black bear 
sanctuary sign which was about 25 feet away and told her "I would be careful 
not to venture too far away from your vehicle if I were you...you are in a 
black bear sanctuary and there are bears roaming all over the place....then I 
told her that I was going up to the camp to pick up 2 workers and that I would 
probably be passing back this way in about 2-3 hours ...I told her if she was 
still around...she would see me then". I then got into my truck and started 
driving off. I could see her in my rear view mirror giving me the finger and I 
could see her shouting something at me. I drove around the corner and out of 
sight and hearing range. I stopped the truck and went to see John and Peter 
who were hiding in the back of my truck. We had brought an old Halloween 
costume of a black bear with us. I told John to put it on and to start walking 
through the bush where the woman had stopped but to make sure that he didn't 
get too close to ensure that she didn't recognize that it was only a costume. 
We walked back with John to a spot where we could see the car from afar. We 
made sure that we hid in the bushes so as not to be spotted by the woman. We 
could see her leaning up against the side of her car smoking a cigarette. I 
guess she didn't believe me when I told her she was in a black bear sanctuary. 
At this point, John started walking through the bush towards the car. At one 
point, we could see that the woman had heard something in the bush. She was 
now looking at the direction where the noise was coming from. Then she spotted 
something black walking through the bush and she quickly jumped into her car, 
rolled up the windows and locked the doors. We could see that she was looking 
in all directions around her car. John had seen her get into the car so he 
figured he might as well head back towards us. We were surprised to hear the 
woman start up her car and try to drive off. The place she had parked 
contained soft sand on the edges and with 3 flats, the car didn't budge at 
all. We could hear the wheels spinning in the soft sand. After 3-4 minutes of 
this, the woman must have realized that it was fruitless and that she was 
there to stay, so she shut off the motor. We stayed in our spot in the bushes 
for the next 2-3 hours watching her. It must have been getting pretty hot in 
her car because we could see her lower the driver side window about an inch 
every couple of minutes. She was constantly looking around to see if there 
were more bears around. Finally I told John and Peter that we should head back 
to the truck and pretend that we were coming back from the camp. About 3 hours 
had elapsed by this time.

We got into the truck and headed down the road to where the woman was stopped. 
We could see that she was sitting in the car with the windows closed. She was 
sweating profusely and white as a ghost.

I drove up beside her car and rolled down my window and jokingly said "do you 
need any help". She looked at me and said, "yes...pleassssee". I asked her if 
she had reconsidered my offer... she looked around I guess to see if there 
were any bears around...and looked back at me and said...."ok...ok... I'll do 
it". Then John nudged me in the ribs and asked what she was talking about and 
I told him and Peter that I had asked her to show me her tits and that I would 
repair her tires for free if she did. Then John answered back saying "NO 
WAY!!! if she wants us to repair her flats...she will have to put out for 
it!!!". I looked back at the woman and repeated what John had said. She said 
"NO WAY!!! I'm not a whore" and started swearing again. I said "OK then...we 
will probably be seeing you next Monday then, after the weekend" and I put the 
transmission into Drive and started to pull away slowly. Once I had gotten 
about 20 feet away, I could see in my rear view mirror that the woman had 
gotten out of her car and was running after us waving her hands in the air for 
us to stop. I put on the brakes and stuck my head out of my window. I looked 
back at her and shouted "WELL?". She shouted back...."Yes...Yes...I will do 
it". I put the transmission in Reverse and backed up behind her car. We could 
all see that her dress was drenched and clinging to her body. We could easily 
see the outline of her bra and panties through the material of the dress. She 
had a gorgeous hour glass figure with nicely tanned legs and matching sandals. 
We could see tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she said, "are you really 
going to help me out or are you just going to rape me?". I answered back that 
I had given my word and that I would repair her tires as I had said. Then I 
told her that we were not here to rape her but rather it was an exchange of 
services.... in other words...if she voluntarily puts out for us, we will 
voluntarily repair the tires... Then she asked in a low voice how we were 
planning to proceed...I told her that I would take care of repairing the tires 
while she puts out for John and Peter. I had brought all kinds of tools, 
patches, plugs and repair parts to repair her flats. I was used to doing these 
kinds of repairs since I would often meet tourists and workers stranded along 
these gravel roads with flat tires. I took out my jacks and started jacking up 
the car and removing the first wheel with the flat tire. I looked back and I 
could see that Peter had the woman sandwiched against the side of my truck and 
was kissing the woman on the neck and was feeling up her tits over her dress. 
Once in a while I could see him grinding his hips into hers. Now I must tell 
you that all three of us are fairly good looking guys with muscular builds. We 
work out a lot at the local gym on weekends. We never had any problems going 
out with girls but this was completely different from anything we had ever 
experienced. The adrenaline was flowing profusely throughout our 3 male 
bodies. Peter was taking his time. The woman had her eyes closed and started 
tilting her head sideways so that Peter could have easier access to her neck 
and shoulders. She had a slight smile on her face. I turned back to my work. 
Once I had finished the first tire, I looked back at the truck and saw the 
woman sitting on the tail gate of my truck with her tanned legs and sandals 
wrapped around Peter's hips and Peter bucking away. It was kind of funny 
because she was still fully dressed and the only thing I could see was Peter's 
hairy butt with his pants and underwear down around his ankles and just 
bucking away with a steady rhythm. As I was taking off the second tire, I 
heard Peter give a loud grunt and I knew he had come in her. Now I must also 
say that we had all agreed that we would use lubricated condoms so as not to 
take a chance with the girl getting pregnant or hurt or us getting any STD. I 
laughed when I saw Peter pull out of her with that satisfied look on his face 
and the tip on the condom hanging down with about an ounce of cum in it. He 
slowly removed the condom, threw it in the bush, picked up his pants and 
underwear and got dressed. The woman still had her legs spread wide and now 
had a smile on her face while looking at Peter's dick. I could see that she 
still had her underwear on but I could see that the bottom was pushed aside 
and I could clearly see her pink swollen lips. Peter must have just pushed the 
bottom aside while he was having sex with her. All along, John had been giving 
me a hand with the tires but I could see that he had a raging hard-on after 
watching Peter and the woman go at it. Peter came over to us and told John 
that it was his turn. Peter commented on how tight she was and that he just 
couldn't hold out any more and that was why he came so quickly. John's eyes 
were gleaming. He slowly brushed off the dirt from his pants and hands. I had 
brought some mechanic's hand cleaning cream with me to clean up after changing 
the tires. John took some in his hands and washed his hands with it. Once 
cleaned, he looked over at the woman who was still sitting on the tailgate of 
my truck with her legs spread apart and leaning slightly backwards on her 
arms. John slowly made his way over to her. I could see that he was saying 
something in her ear. She jumped off of the tailgate onto the ground and 
lifted up her dress and slid her thumbs under the elastics of her underwear 
and slid them down to her ankles. I got a quick glimpse of her pubic hair. It 
was well trimmed with just a slight patch in the shape of a triangle above her 
clit. The color was slightly darker that her hair color, more like a light 
brown. Then she lifted her left foot out of the panties and then the right 
one. She then gave them to John who sniffed the crotch and then put them in 
his pocket.  He started kissing her on the neck and slowly moved up and down 
to the shoulders. I could see the woman closing her eyes and tilting her head 
back. I could see John's hand slid under the top part of her dress and cup a 
tit with his right hand. I could clearly see the movements of his hand under 
her dress and bra. At this point, he moved back and unbuckled his jeans and 
lowered his pants and underwear down to his ankles and then moved in between 
her open legs while putting on a condom. As John got closer, she spread her 
legs very wide and moved her butt to the edge of the tailgate. I could see 
that John was as hard as a rock. He slowly guided his dick up the crack and 
once he felt the hole, he slowly moved it in a few inches at a time. She must 
have been quite wet because it seemed to have gone in quite easily. John was 
now starting to work up a steady rhythm. At this point, I had to get back to 
my tires. I stopped looking at John and the woman and concentrated on my work. 
It didn't take long to finish off the second tire. I then moved to the last 
tire. I had a quick look at the tire and it seemed like there was only one 
nail stuck in the tire. I removed it and immediately set in a plug. I took my 
portable compressor and started blowing that one up. I was in luck. It was the 
only nail in that tire. After 2 minutes, the tire was blown up and ready. I 
hadn't put the hubcaps back on yet. I looked in the direction of John and the 
woman. John was finished and was pulling up his pants and underwear. The woman 
was still spread eagled on the tailgate of my truck. I could clearly see her 
cunt. Her lips were now reddish pink. She leaned back on her arms and then 
crossed her legs and smiled at me. I got the bottle of mechanic's cleaning 
cream and cleaned my hands and arms quickly. I was getting a wicked hard-on 
just looking at her with her legs crossed. Once I was cleaned up, I walked 
over to her. I turned around and shouted to Peter and John to tell them to 
install the hubcaps and pick up the tools. As I approached, the woman opened 
up her legs wide. I had a close up view of her swollen lips. I did the same as 
Peter and John and started slowly kissing her on the neck and shoulders. I 
moved my hands to be able to cup her tits. I started massaging them slowly. I 
could feel the nipples starting to harden under my fingers. I then moved my 
hands to the shoulder straps of her dress and tried to push them aside. The 
dress was very tight and the shoulder straps were not moving. I asked the 
woman if she had a zipper at the back. She nodded her head. I moved my right 
hand to her back and slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. The shoulder 
straps of her dress were now loose. I slowly moved one of them aside and 
lowered it down to her elbow. Then I did the same with the other one. The cups 
of her bra were still hiding her nipples. Slowly I grabbed the top of the bra 
and slowly moved it down and off of her left nipple. I gasped when I finally 
saw her nipple. I was about the size of a silver dollar and a very very light 
pink just slightly darker that the surrounding skin of her breast. The tip of 
the nipple was slightly larger than a pencil eraser and sticking straight up. 
Her tits were nice and firm. I brought my lips over her nipple and started 
sucking and passing my tongue all over the nipple. She shot her head back, 
closed her eyes and I could see she was holding her breath. She shot her arms 
around my head and squeezed my head against her tits. I knew she was enjoying 
this. As I was sucking on her tits, my right hand was moving down her stomach 
and in between her legs. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I could feel it 
and you could actually see a wet spot on the tailgate of my truck. I slowly 
moved back and undid the belt and zipper of my jeans. I took a condom out of 
my pocket and then lowered my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I put on 
the condom very carefully. During all this time, the woman was watching me 
with great interest. I have to tell you that I have an 8 inch dick and after 
watching John and Peter, I knew that I had the biggest and fattest one between 
the three of us. I slowly guided the tip of my prick to her cunt lips and 
slowly guided it to the hole. I spread her lips wide with the fingers on my 
left hand which made it easier for the tip of my dick to slid in. I started 
slowly, barely moving a quarter inch at a time. She was very tight as John and 
Peter had said but I don't think she had ever had an 8" dick before. I had a 
hard time pushing it in. I asked her if it hurt. She said it only hurt a 
little bit and to push it all the way in and get it over with. I really didn't 
want to hurt her so I decided to continue taking it slow. After a few strokes, 
she was starting to really breath heavy. She was now starting to throw her 
head back violently following the rhythm of my hips. After about 1 minute of 
this, I felt her legs tighten up on my hips and she threw her arms around my 
chest and held on tightly, all the while holding her breath. After about a 
minute, her grasp started to slowly loosen up and she was trying to catch her 
breath. She then let herself down and laid down flat on her back on the 
tailgate of my truck. After feeling the pulses of her orgasm, I was on the 
verge on cumming myself. I gave her another 10 strokes and that was it for me 
too. I was cumming like there was no tomorrow. All movement had stopped. When 
I was done, I slowly took my dick out of her cunt and I could see the tip of 
the condom fall loosely, full of cum. Even the outside was covered with a 
whitish fluid from her cunt. I slowly took off the condom and threw it into 
the bush. I then picked up my pants and underwear and slowly got dressed. I 
looked at her and thanked her for such a wonderful experience. She looked at 
me and didn't say a word. I knew she was exhausted. Once dressed, I went over 
to see how John and Peter had managed with the hubcaps and tools. Everything 
was finished and all the tools were packed up. I then turned to the woman and 
I could see that she was placing her dress and bra. She had found some hand 
towels in the back of my truck and was wiping her wet cunt with it. I came 
over to her and told her that all her tires were fixed. I told her to get in 
her car and to follow us and that we would take her to the main highway just 
to make sure that she doesn't make another flat along the way. She just nodded 
her head to say it was ok.

We drove for the next 15-20 minutes until we got to the intersection for the 
detour leading to the main highway. 10 minutes later and we were at the main 
highway. Once at the intersection of the main highway, I pointed to the 
direction she was to take to continue on her way. She looked at me, put on her 
flasher, smiled and turned onto the highway and was gone out of our view 
within a few seconds. As for us, we turned in the other direction and drove on 
home. To this day, every time John, Peter and I get together, we talk about 
the experience we had that day. Once in a while, John brings the pair of 
French cut panties the woman had left him just to remind us that our 
experience was not just a dream!

Greyeagle_12345

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