There are over 1400 fantasy stories written here about Tonya Harding The following fantasy "Sex In The Rain", has been selected as the best written fantasy. |
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# 5 Subject: Sex in the rain Date: Friday, April 14, 2000 8:17 AM pacific time From: Eddie Balaski, 33 yr old Male |
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I flipped my cigarette into the curbside gutter
and looked down the street, watching the rain through dim streetlight. I was in the east side
of Portland, deep in old suburbia; stucco homes on one side and a large trailer lot on the
other. The remains of drive-time traffic in late April could be heard in the distance on I
84, its noise a thankful muffle to possible cries in the night. I stiffened with the dread
of things to come as a bus pulled to a stop 50 yards away. A lone female figure got off, stretched
her legs, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
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Tonya Harding walked in my direction. I'd been waiting for 20 minutes, standing silently by the sidewalk under dripping alder branches. Tonya was on her way home and here I was, ready to intercept her, change our lives forever. Or so that was the plan. Her apartment was two blocks down and one over but I didn’t want this to happen there. I had plans and we must keep to them. Anyway, best to take her for myself, alone where I could do with her what I wanted with little chance someone would find us there in the apartment. Here it is, I thought, as Tonya was just about upon me, the moment, the time, the act, my moment with Tonya Harding. Would I chicken out, allow her to pass, never knowing if I could pull it off? My hesitation left in an instant, filed away as unimportant. Careful though, I thought, I don’t want her to see me at the last instant and run down the street screaming bloody murder. But of course, that would all be an act. I waited until she had just passed me then, at the last possible instant, I grabbed her from behind‚ my right hand over her mouth, strong and determined so she couldn’t scream, my left arm around her waist, pulled her backward, away from the street, down an incline. |
As we rolled a couple times and slid the rest of the way down the hill, a truck sped by on the street above with a wail of wind and oily mist. Tonya was stronger than she looked, stronger than even the Tomboy persona the world knew so well. She struggled furiously as we slid into the ditch into a mass of bushes. She was still, unmoving, a lump on soggy ground. Either she had hit her head on an oblong rock or she was pretending to be knocked out. I placed a cold hand over her neck; she was alive‚ breathing, eyes open but was she conscious?
We were out of sight from above, in a four by eight foot clearing in the middle of a small stand of bushes and wet grass. Cars passed above with their wet tire sounds, reflected yellow headlights and distant street lights shone over Tonya’s muddy form. I touched her neck and her long, wavy blonde hair and I began to remove her soiled denim jacket.
I took comfort in knowledge that she was breathing steadily, evenly but Tonya looked different here on her back, somehow frail and small. What had I done? Was she okay. Should I stop now, do something, run away. She was breathing, alive, mine. I couldn’t stop. I had to continue. I had this cute female body to myself and I was gonna fuck it!
I tore her blouse off, buttons popped and I thought I heard or at least felt Tonya gasp or respond a bit. I'm not sure. I was busy with the sudden pleasure of my cock growing huge while I saw Tonya being undressed by myself. Her skin glistened naked‚ smudges of mud and wetness ran over her ribs, soaking her bra. I searched for the fastener, pulled her bra off, gasped at her naked breasts, then kissed each, warm and tender on my face, my tongue sliding over her large nipples. I could feel some movement from her chest. I removed her shoes and socks, then the latch of her tight jeans opened easily. I pulled them off nervously, but with great pleasure. Now, except for her white panties Tonya Harding was exposed, naked.
Days of careful planning had come to this moment. I had no mind for mistakes. My heart pounded as my fingers fumbled, both hands shaking. I could hardly breath I was so excited, scared with what I was doing. I was weak with pleasure, the thrill of excitement and the sight of Tonya's naked body, all mine for as long as I wanted. I reached my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties‚ felt the heat of her body as I pulled them slowly across her muscular thighs, down to her knees‚ exposing a liberal patch of dark blondish curly hair and the ah so feminine slit in the middle just under her visible clitoris. Then, in one motion,I pulled her panties all the way off‚ tossed them beside me.
There she was, Tonya Harding, lying on wet grass, rain falling over her naked body, running down dark blonde pussy hair, running in tiny rivers down her legs. Dark green fern and weeds grew around her body. She looked so natural, but so stark naked on the bed of wet moss. If I had not seen her breathing I might have considered her a corpse cooling in the evening light.
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Tonya looked like a statue, her arms by her side, her legs straight together, just lying there, naked. Then I reached into my pocket and flipped open a small camera. It had no flash so I had to hold the camera very still, trying not to get any rain into the lens. That was the plan all along. The view was from just below her knees, looking upwards toward her pussy and tits. Her chin could be seen between her two mounds of flesh. I took the picture. Satisfied, I then carefully spread Tonya’s legs wide open, moved her knees upward, and carefully placed my face into the warmth of her thighs, into her bush. I pulled her pussy lips apart, saw the warm, moist pinkness inside. |
Tonya was an enchanting mixture of pussy, wet leaves and moss. I licked her like a lollypop, working my tongue from just above her ass, moving upwards, sliding my tongue deep into her vagina, feeling her hot juices run over my lips. Then I glided my tongue upward all around her hardening clit, my tongue moved through her pussy hair. I swallowed a bit of her juices, smelled the sexy nasty fragrance of Tonya Harding. I could hardly wait to get my cock deep inside but I must take my time, love the moment, take it all in, explore.
I moved my hands all over her naked hips and thought I felt her move a bit. Was she awake, pretending, afraid to move? Was her body responding to me a bit or was she just scared out of her mind, afraid to move, afraid to respond? Was it just my imagination? I didn't think about it more than a half second, not with her naked body beneath me.
Tonya's legs still spread wide and the smell of pussy filled the air like a press ‘em while you wait shop. Was this her game? I couldn’t think. Was she now to wake? Was that the plan? I couldn't remember nor care. She was mine, no matter what she did, she was mine.
I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my shoes in one motion. I was so weak from the excitement I nearly fell over. I could hardly get my body to respond to my commands, to move in any decent coordinated way. My huge erection bobbed at her in the moonlight as I moved between her hips. I spread her legs wide, taking it all in. Then suddenly I pushed my huge cock into her pussy, sliding deep with little resistance, her female juices making my plunge easier and more pleasurable.My god, what a feeling. I was ready to burst. I had to stop now and again to keep myself from cuming. I slid again into her pussy, slowly, wanting to squirt into Tonya's vagina. She was tight, hot, naked. My hips moved slowly, my back arched wide. I plunged deep, feeling the pressure inside Tonya, the incredible warmth and moisture of the woman, my hairy balls hitting her soft thighs, wondering if I should finish now or hold it longer, if I had any choice. Her tits jiggled as I fucked her, the slap of my hips against hers making a familiar sound. Her head bobbed side to side, her legs over my shoulders, my hands groping her feminine naked body. I squeezed her breasts then pinched her hard nipples. She moaned a bit. I fondled the insides of her warm, silky thighs, and around her ass. I could feel my hard erection wanting to squirt all over Tonya's face, her pussy, anywhere, everywhere.
I fucked her deeply, stopping the plunge of my cock, feeling her cervix, the play of the bottom of her hips against me, my hands grabbing Tonya's breasts.
I pulled out of her pussy and looked down between her legs, the tip of my cock resting just inside her open pussy. I looked at Tonya's face, her eyes closed, that famous stubborn, independent face, her naked body, knowing that I was inside her, having her all to myself, fucking Tonya Harding.
Then I moved back onto her hot pussy and fucked her hard again, faster and faster, feeling her body all around me. I was cognizant that it was barely possible for someone to hear me on the street above but they couldn't see us. But it didn’t really register. This moment was mine. I was safe. Her body was reacting to my fucking her. I could hear her moaning with pleasure. She was loving it, loving my fucking her. That made me more excited, fucked her faster, harder, deeper, and Tonya's moans turned to soft cries of pleasure because she could barely control it. Her body was taking over and she wanted release as much as I, her hands pulling my hips toward her, causing me to fuck her faster, deeper.
Then suddenly, "No, Goddamn it, no!”, Tonya groaned, moving beneath me, “What the fuck are you doing!" She made a half frantic move to escape, slapped and clawed at me hard, dug into my shoulder with $2 nails.
I’d have none of it. I moved and faced her, towering over her small body, pinning her down. I tasted her lips, pressed hard on her mouth, keeping her from talking or screaming. Drops of cold rain fell from leafless branches, sizzled as the drops touched our bodies. I pumped more in earnest, all my strength holding her helpless, plunging again so deep I feared she might be damaged by the force of my passion.
Then finally I came. Long spasms I thought would never end, hoped never would end. My cum shot into Tonya, deep into her pussy, filled her vagina, and ran out over her hips and down into the crack of her ass. She gasped then, looked as though her shoe laces had just broken. She gave in, moved with me, moaning, wanting more, her hips hungry, the cheap smell of her smothering my senses.
I kept fucking Tonya Harding but soon, all too soon, I was finished, completed, satisfied. She looked at me, shivering now in the chill of the night, a determined smile on her lips; “That was better than the other night, asshole” she said. "But you could have killed me you were so rough." She kissed me tenderly. "I hope you got that picture. Let’s rehearse more, and next time, please, can we do it on a softer ditch and without all those fucking thorny bushes?”
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