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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike25 Taxi MF
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:04:44 GMT



TAXI: I Go for a Ride

By Uncle Mike


     It started with an argument. Karyn, one of the secretaries 
at work, is always getting into some kind of flaky movement 
-- psychics, UFOs, whatever. Her latest one was witchcraft. 
Well, she called it something else, but that's what it 
amounted to.

     Anyway, we all started talking about it over lunch. I was 
skeptical, like I usually am about Karyn's ideas. But one of the 
other guys, Pete, started really getting on her case about it, 
so I ended up in the middle -- doubting Karyn's stories, but 
telling Pete not to be so cocky.

     So, to thank me for sticking up for her -- and, I guess, to 
prove my doubts wrong -- Karyn said she'd have one of her 
friends cast a spell for me. Anything I wanted, she said, any 
power, whatever. You know I wasn't taking it seriously, but, 
what they hey, how often does a witch offer to do something 
good for you? Even a "white witch?"

     So I told her how I'd always had this dream of being able 
to make characters in books and movies come to life, or to 
enter their reality. I told her I wanted to be able to talk to 
Tom Sawyer or Atticus Finch. Those weren't the folks I had 
my dreams about, but I saw no need to tell Karyn everything. 

     Anyway, she said she'd see what she could do.

     So it's a couple of days later and I get home late from 
work, having pulled two overtime-shift days back to back. I'm 
just about ready to zonk out, but it's "Taxi" night, and I 
missed this episode the first time around. So I plop myself 
down on the couch, stretch out with a couple of pillows 
behind me and turn on the tube.

     It's the one where Elaine, the one woman cabbie, is hosting 
some hoity-toity party for the folks she works with at the 
art gallery or something. She's got Alex over at her apartment 
before everybody else comes. Elaine -- that's Marilu Henner, 
you know -- is dressed in this killer gown. It's like a second 
skin, showing off a big pair of tits with erect nipples, and 
every time she moves you have to stop and remind yourself 
she's got a dress on, because it looks like you can see every 
ripple of her muscles.

     I figure this is an added bonus to watching the show, 
because I just like it 'cause it's funny; usually Elaine is in 
jeans and some sloppy old shirt. 

     So I'm on the couch checking her out and the commercials 
cut in and I start to drift off. I guess it was the overtime 
kicking in. 

     The next thing I know, I'm watching the TV and the picture 
gets sort of fuzzy, and then it looks like the tube's coming 
apart. And then there she is: Elaine, in that gown, standing in 
my living room.

     I rub my eyes but she's still there. She sees what I'm doing 
and starts to smile.

     "I could pinch you if you like," she says, "to prove you're 
not dreaming. But I have other things in mind."

     As she walks toward me, my jaw drops open. She's even 
more beautiful and sexy in person. I can see the outline of her 
long, shapely legs flashing as she stride across the room. Her 
nipples look the size of cherries on top of mammoth 
mammaries. She's got a perfect face, smooth and tanned and 
surrounded by shimmery auburn hair. She even smells sexy, 
musky and flowery all at once.

     I feel my cock stiffen and I know it's tenting my slacks; 
from the glance she gives me she sees it, too. Her lips part 
slightly and her tongue slips out and slides back and forth.

     As she gets to the couch, I start to rise up into a sitting 
position but she puts a hand out to hold me down. The other 
hand is unzipping my pants. With both hands, she undoes the 
buckle and pulls them down, yanking my shorts down with 
them.

     My cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box. There's already 
a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

     As I look across my chest, Elaine -- Marilu? -- gets on her 
knees and takes my cock in both warm, soft hands. The feeling 
is incredible, and I try to rub against them. 

     "Un-uh," she murmurs as she bends down. Her red lips open 
and I feel her hot breath on my cockhead just before they 
make contact. She just barely kisses the helmet, then makes 
little butterfly kisses all over the top and down the sides. 
Then she's back on the tip again, opening her lips wide and 
taking me in.

     Her lips close around my shaft and ride it as she moves 
down on me, taking all seven inches. Her hands are playing 
with my balls and tickling my chest hairs -- I've ripped off 
my shirt and kicked my slacks and shorts all the way off.

     Elaine's hair slides down in a cascade that falls gently 
onto my waist and thighs, forming a curtain over her face. But 
I can still feel it -- Oh, God, can I feel it. Her tongue is 
tickling the sides of my cock as she gobbles it down. When her 
lips slide all the way down to the base, I let out a groan of 
pleasure that seems to encourage her.

     She varies her speed. She's bobbing up and down fast, her 
hand flying up and down the shaft as the head pops in and out. 
Then she slows down and takes me a-l-l t-h-e w-a-y i-n, the 
tip burying itself in her hot throat.

     I've got my hands tangled in her hair, pushing her down 
onto me. Finally I can't take any more.

     "I'm gonna shoot!" I warn her, but she doesn't let up. She 
even starts picking up speed and when I let go my cum shoots 
right into her and she swallows it all. She even comes back 
for more, licking the last drops the tip and the sides of my 
cock.

     I'm already covered in sweat and breathing hard. When she 
gets to her feet, I start to thank her.

     "Don't thank me yet," she says. "I'm not finished."

     "But -- but I think I am," I stammer out. She smiles and her 
eyes sparkle as she takes a couple of steps back.

     "I think I know how to get you back in the game," she says 
as she slips the silky gown off her creamy shoulders. It 
slithers down her body as she shivers and wiggles. I see her 
breasts out in the open, just as big as I'd dreamed, with large 
dark circles around the prominent nipples. And her flat, hard 
stomach. She pulls at the sides of her G-string and it slips 
off. And ... And I see the thin strip of white around her hips 
from the bikini line, then a large patch of dark hair, then -- 
yes! -- her pussy, already gleaming with moisture! And those 
long, lean legs, with enough muscle showing to give the 
promise of sexual gymnastics ahead.

     As the gown falls into a shiny heap, Elaine steps out of it 
and walks over to me on her high heels. Sure enough, my 
cock's erect again. And I'm certainly ready for her.

     "Don't move," Elaine says. "I want to do everything myself 
first." She steps up onto the couch, straddling me as she faces 
the far end. Slowly she squats. As she comes down, I see her 
cunt blossom before me. Then it's poised directly over my 
cock. She takes the shaft in her hand and holds it up as she 
impales herself on it in one fluid move.

     "AAAAHHHH!" I can't believe the feeling as her wet pussy 
engulfs me. It's like every dream I've ever had has come true. 
Her cunt clamps around my cock and I tell myself this must be 
real. No dream could ever be this good.

     Slowly she rises, her strong cunt lips dragging along my 
shaft, seeming to pull all my nerves along with them. Then 
back down, and up and down. I reach out to hold her but she 
warns me off.

     "Not yet," she says with a laugh. "I told you, I'm in control 
for now. You'll get your turn later."

     So I lie back as this beautiful goddess fucks me crazy, 
bouncing on my cock. She's go so much control of her cunt that 
she does things to me I've never felt before: squeezing the 
head with her lips, pushing it in and out without even moving 
her hips, almost sucking it in.

     I'm afraid I won't stay hard long enough to enjoy 
everything she's got to offer, but though I feel myself coming 
close a time or two I never go over the edge.

     Finally she slides off me, but she's not through controlling 
yet. She gets onto her hands and knees and orders me to enter 
her doggie style. Then she tells me to hold still as she slides 
herself back and forth. I can't resist the temptation and I lean 
forward to take her tits in both hands. She lets me get a good 
feel of each before she slaps my hands away.

     It goes on like that for another five minutes before she 
says it's my turn. I immediately order her onto her back and 
spread her legs wide. Her cunt opens before me like a flower 
and I bury my face in it, licking and lapping up her juices. My 
tongue drives into her and soon I've got her wriggling and 
screaming in orgasm. 

     Just as she calms down I move into position and sink my 
cock into her. I start stroking and she bucks back at me and 
we develop a great rhythm and then I pull out.

     She snarls at me as I poke the head of my cock at her 
entrance, teasing her. Then I slip it in oh! so slowly, just until 
the edge of the helmet pops in and her cunt lips close around 
it. Then back out, and in again, and out. This time she's the one 
who tries to force the pace, driving her pussy up at me and 
trying to pull me down with her hands.

     "No, I don't think so," I laugh as I pull out of her reach. But 
I want her as bad as she wants me, so it's not too long before 
I'm slamming my cock deep into her cunt. I bend over her, 
suckling those incredible breasts, as she moves side to side 
beneath me. Then I move up her chest, nibbling her neck, and 
we press our mouths together in a crushing kiss. Her tongue is 
like a hot wet snake, wrestling mine and exploring my mouth. 
I feel my cock growing harder and bigger and I pick up the 
pace, ramming it into her.

     As we break our kiss to come up for air, she gasps out, 
"Damn, you're good! Drive that cock into me! Come on, harder! 
Harder! I want it all! Yes, that's it. Oh, God, yes, that's the 
way! Slam it into me! Come on, fuck me!"

     Her words drive me even further into a frenzy as her 
sweaty body wriggles underneath me. I can't hold back and 
again the cum boils out of me, this time jetting into her cunt. 
She's so tight that I can feel my jism fill her up and ooze up 
the sides of my cock and out of her cunt along with a flood of 
her own juices.

     Instead of softening, though, my cock stays hard. For a 
minute or two I can't move because even the tiniest shift 
sends a jolt of pain and delight through my body, forcing 
shouts from me. But then the sensitivity recedes slightly and 
I start to move back and forth again.

     "What?" Elaine's thighs close around me as she opens her 
eyes in surprise. "How can you .... ooooohhhh, yes!" This time 
she squeezes my hips tightly as her high heels rest on my ass. 
It feels like I can go deeper into her cunt than ever. Her 
tunnel's slippery with cum and her own lubrication, so my 
cock slides in and out like it was greased. I can smell the 
musky odor of our lovemaking soaking into the couch cushions 
as I piston into her. 

     My hand slides onto her burning hot chest. I take a thick 
nipple in my fingers and rub them back and forth; I can feel 
the tremors of her body shiver around my shaft. I bury my 
face in her neck and we fuck and fuck, the couch springs 
protesting at the pounding.

     Again Elaine erupts in orgasm, arching her back over and 
over while I just hold my self inside her. When she's done I 
start to drive again but she weakly protests.

     I'm close to cumming myself, so I pull out and straddle her 
chest, planting my cock between her tits and squeezing them 
tight around it. It takes just a few strokes before I shoot, 
showering her neck and face with my gooey white spunk.

     By then we were both exhausted. I went to sleep on the 
couch with her curled in my arms, her fast-beating heart 
throbbing against my chest.

     When I woke up the next morning, I was naked and alone. 
The TV was still on and one of those annoyingly perky hosts 
was babbling on about some new way to make zucchini bread. 
As I rolled over, I felt a wet spot beneath me. One sniff 
assured me that I had cum -- but was there anything more? It 
seemed as if I could remember every stroke, every touch -- 
but it couldn't have happened.

     I got washed up -- my cock was a bit sore, but maybe I 
was just sleeping on it funny. I was making breakfast when 
the phone rang.

     It was Karyn.

     "Well?" she said.

     "Well what?"

     "Did it work? Did our spell work? Do you have your special 
power?"

     I knew what she meant right off, but I pretended to have to 
think about it awhile. "Powers, huh?" I said with a snort. 
"Yeah, right. I had dinner last night with Captain Ahab and 
then we went off to hunt the Great White Whale."

     Karyn sounded actually disappointed. "You're kidding, 
right?" she said.

     "Of course I'm kidding! Look, you don't really believe in this 
stuff, do you?"

     She sighed. "I guess not. Hey, I'm sorry I bothered you. See 
you at work, OK?"

     I gobbled down my toast and a couple of scrambled eggs. 
The TV in the living room had shifted to a segment on how to 
organize your closet. I organize my closet by keeping the door 
closed -- it's a simple system, but it works for me. I went off 
and clicked off the set.

     As I was turning away, something white caught my eye. I 
bent down. On the floor at one corner of the TV was a piece of 
silk. I picked it up. It was a small triangle with some thin 
straps hanging down.

     That night, I checked all the shows and found what I was 
looking for in the late movie.  "One Million B.C." You know. The 
one with Raquel.


