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   A Story For Doug by Rachael
   Doug was hiking in the woods one day.  The cool deep forests of northern
Illinois.  Mmmm...Feel that soft breeze, gently caressing your face while
brightly plumed macaws break the tranquility with their loving calls.  A
genuine paradise which can only be imagined.
   Anyway, Doug was hiking with his little backpack and long curved walking
stick.  Enjoying the solitude of this most pleasant social purgatory when
he heard a sound.  He paused, holding his left foot a few inches above the
rainforest floor, listening intently.  But the sound was not repeated, so
he continued stomping through the jungle, trampling the lesser of God's
creations into their proper place.
   Then!  He heard it again, closer this time and to his left.  He angled
that way, seeking the path of least resistance as he was wont to do in
accordance with the laws of physics.  He poked his stick through the brush
knocking aside the lightly painted green and orange and red plants,
scattering unnamed berries for other, unnamed creatures, to find at eat at
their leisure.  Yes, Doug was a force of nature and his chest swelled with
pride.
   Suddenly, there!  Laying in a lush green glade of unsurpassed beauty was
someone else!  Water tumbled clear and soft over a small waterfall, filling
a glorious pool with azure water.  A pair of swans floated lazily by, their
long graceful necks occasionally brushing each other, their angel wings
spreading for a moment, as if to protect their fragile love.  Orchids
dangled from the lofty perches amidst trees of unsurpassed grace.  Doug
paused to take in the wonder of this unexpected treasure; a beauty which
was only marred by the moans of that someone else.
   Doug waded through the pond, stabbing at the pale and pink water lilies
with his stick.  He saw golden fish darting amongst the long slender reeds
and he stabbed at those too, cursing softly when he missed.  As he trudged
out the other side he gasped!  He held his breath and wondered if this
wasn't the mad dream of a woman with too much time on her hands.  Because
there!  Lay the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
   She looked like Princess Grace of Monaco, but only better.  She had
long, tanned and well toned legs.  Her khaki shorts were very short, with a
thin black belt around her tiny waist.  She was wearing a khaki shirt,
unbuttoned and tied together just below her perfect 36c breasts, They were
spilling out!  Doug held his breath some more.  The young woman's face was
slightly heart shaped, with wonderful dimples and a cute button nose.  Her
eyes were deep and brown, wide like a doe, Doug just knew they would
reflect every emotion this woman felt.  True mirrors to the soul.  Her high
forehead gave way to a wondrous mane of black hair, lustrous and wild.
   Wow!  Doug just stood there for a moment, drinking her with his eyes. 
She looked back at him and then moaned softly before falling back to lie
still on a bed of wild, thornless roses.  Doug rushed over, slipping his
backpack off his shoulders and dropping his walking stick.  He knelt beside
the woman, cradling her head in his lap while several deer watched from the
edge of the glade.  Her hair was soft as black silk, her skin creamy and
unblemished.  Her lips were a pale shade of red, slightly damp and parted.
She breathed softly and Doug watched the hypnotic rise and fall of her
round firm breasts.
   She opened her eyes and looked up at him.  "Help me...Please....Help
me." The woman's voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.  Doug wondered
what was wrong with her.  He wondered if she'd eaten some of those berries
that he hadn't named.
   "Ummm.....Okay." he said.
   The woman looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for Doug to
perform a miracle.  But Doug just looked back.  "What...Uh, oh....What's
wrong?"
   "I've been...bitten...by a snake...." She closed her eyes and licked her
soft moist lips.  Doug unconsciously licked his.  "It was...It was
a....Wisconsin Cheese Adder."
   "Ohhh...." said Doug.  He hadn't heard of that before.  He looked around
nervously but didn't see any snakes whatsoever.  Especially not a Wisconsin
Cheese Adder.  "Ummm...."
   "You....You have to...to suck...suck...the poison...out."
   "Hmmmm..." Doug rubbed his clean shaven chin.  Sucking the poison out of
somebody didn't really appeal to him.  But he looked at the girl again. 
She was pretty beautiful.  Well, really truly amazingly beautiful actually.
"Okay!" Doug said.  "Uh, where did it bite you?"
   To be fair to Doug he wasn't consciously hoping that she'd say her
incredibly perfect breasts, or one of her magnificent thighs, or even the
most awesome ass that had ever squeezed into a pair of khaki shorts.  But
subconsciously...Well, he was.
   "Right....There...On my...stupendously excellent ankle."
   Doug looked and sure enough, there were two small holes, more like red
pin pricks just above the lace anklet she was wearing.  He picked up her
leg, trying not to stroke her thigh more than was absolutely necessary.  He
bent his mouth to the wound and wondered if this was entirely safe.
   "It...It's okay....I'm....Pure...A virgin...And in excellently perfectly
wonderful health....And I'm also...a...herpetologist...the poison is only
dangerous to....women."
   "Oh!" Well in that case...Doug puckered his lips and was determined to
give this dying virgin herpetologist the life saving hickey she
needed...What a second!  Save her...Life?  Doug paused, dark and evil
thoughts passing through his mind.  A cloud went across the sun and it got
30 degrees colder.  The swans flew away, orchids fell like fallen angels.
No, Doug couldn't do it.  He had to save a life if he could.  And if it
meant missing the necrotunity of a lifetime, well it was his loss.
   The sun came out and the swans came back.  New orchids blossomed and it
returned to a perfect 72 degrees Fahrenheit.  Doug sucked and sucked. 
Tainted blood filled his mouth and he spit it out.  "Ughhh...Sharp
Cheddar!" He kept sucking and sucking and finally he was breathless.  He
must have gotten it all he thought, he'd been at it for 10 minutes.  He
looked back at the woman's lovely face.  She was much more pale than he
remembered.
   She opened her eyes.  "It...It's too late...I'm....I'm dying!" She
gasped and her doe eyes filled with fear.  "Oh!  Hold me...Please, hold
me...It's getting...Cold!....and....Dark!"
   Doug moved so he could cradle the woman in his arms, trying to impart
some of his warmth to her.  He stroked her beautiful hair and pressed the
back of his hand to her smooth high cheeks, feeling her cool skin.  She was
barely breathing, her heart slowing.  This woman was dying in his arms and
he could do nothing to save her!  He wanted to raise his arms, to shake his
fists at heaven and challenge an uncaring God to tell him why!!
   "It...It's so black now....Will you...Will you do something...For me?"
She coughed and stared into the clear blue sky above them.  Anything, Doug
assured her, he would do anything in his power for this glorious dying
woman.  "Will...Will you make...Love to me?  Just...Just once I'd..." cough
"...I'd like to feel...What..." cough-cough "love making feels....Like..."
   And just as Doug opened his mouth to answer her.  To assure her that he
personally would ensure that she felt real lovemaking in her final hour of
need.  Just then, she died.
   Well.  That didn't stop Doug from performing his duty.  he was
honor-bound to fulfill a dying woman's last wish.  Doug carefully undressed
the woman.  He hadn't even known her name, he thought to himself.  He
thought he would call her Eve because this place was so beautiful, like the
Garden of Eden must have been.  Doug and Eve, he thought with a smile.  He
freed her proud firm naturally perfect breasts and saw her nipples had
hardened to hard pink nubs of flesh as she'd died.  He touched them
reverently, feeling them seeming to swell against his palm.
   Her shorts came off next.  He slid them across her wondrous 36" hips and
down her long smooth tan legs.  He looked at her and hesitated only a
second before removing her silk lace thong.  Her neatly trimmed pubic hair
was fine and delicate.  Her sex amazingly perfect.  He could barely see her
clitoris poking out from it's soft sheath, her labia thin and pink.  He
slid her thong off and held it to his face, breathing in her delicious
scent. 
   Do I really need to go into all this?
   At the end he has a wonderful time with her.  he bathes her in the clear
cool waters, covers her in a soft blanket of rose petals, places a perfect
blue and yellow orchid in her hair.  He gives her love and tenderness and
watches over her through the night, protecting her from that cold dark
night.
   end
  
A Story For Doug