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By Jim & Kathy

On a very lonely night, both Greg and Susan were looking for something or someone to fill their lives. They were complete opposites of each other. Greg liked computers, and he loved writing. Susan was very athletic. She played several sports at her college, but she was still very shy around men. Greg was very opinionated. They didn't go to clubs, and they tried to stay from social events. That was the only similar thing about them. There was no chance that these to would ever meet, let alone, fall in love, and have one passionate night of ecstasy.

This was a Tuesday night, and the air was dead. No movement outside. Susan felt like a bike-ride. She needed some power between her legs, and she frequently got excited while riding her bike.

Greg's eyes were hurting him from reading and watching the internet to much. He shut off his computer, and with a single impulse, he jumped from his chair. He grabbed his jacket. Then ran outside. He wondered the streets for what seemed like hours.

They were on opposite sides of the city. Susan peddling harder and harder with each strike on her bike along the River. Greg was walking along Main Street. He was getting a hard on, while he watched the hookers trying to lure their Johns. He just kept thinking, "Why am I still a virgin? I'm 22, single, and horny. So, why the fuck am I still a virgin?" He thought more and more. He wondered how much it would cost to get one of those tight-assed whores. But he knew that it wasn't right for him. He didn't want his first time to be paid for. He sighed softly as he continued to walk down the Street.
Susan watched as five men were vandalizing the park that she was currently propelling through. They were directly ahead of her. Fearing that she would be knocked down and maybe even attacked, she turned east and headed toward the city.
As she peddled her bicycle Susan started thinking about what those vandals might have done to her, if she were knocked off her bike. "They would each take turns with me, and have their way with me," she thought. She pushed on. She starting to feel moist. She didn't understand what was turning her on. "They would fuck every hole in my body. Harder, HARDer, and HARDER. Peddling faster and faster. "The pain! I wouldn't be able to take the pain." she continued thinking. She was not a virgin. She understood the pain too well.
Since her first and only was not experienced and just wanted to get laid, he cared nothing for her. He tore her before they were finished, and then he split. He left her laying in dried cum and blood that night. She thought that she would never have sex again. As she turned onto Madison Street, she began to slow her speed and with the fingers of her right hand caressing her left nipple. She had never done this in public before, but no one was out on this Tuesday night. It was hard -- both her nipple, which she loved fondling so much, and controlling the bike with only one hand.

When Greg got to Madison Street, he felt like ducking into a nearby alley. He wanted to take out his penis, and wack off for hours to his fantasies. Those hookers with their ass cheeks showing through their ripped jeans had turned him on.

Susan closed her eyes as she pulled open her button-downed shirt. She couldn't control herself. She was just seeing the rape in her mind over and over, again. Then she jerked the handles, and the front tire hit the curb. She went flying through the air, and crashed into Greg. She fell head first into his stomach. She felt Greg's hard dick sticking into her breasts, through his jeans as she landed on top of him .
Greg said, "Shit! of all the places to land!" He was sooooooo embarrassed. Susan was at a lost of words. She remained staring at his bulging pants. Greg got up, and he picked Susan up off the ground.
He asked her if she was all right...She said nothing. Greg turned to leave...with his dignity completely destroyed. But Susan reached out unexpectedly, and grabbed his back pocket, swinging him around -- and as he turned Susan placed the palm of her hand directly over his crotch. Greg's mind went blank. He was stunned. All he could mutter was, "Fuck!"
Susan looked at him, and he was to horny to do anything else. So Greg pulled her into that nearby alley. He pushed her against the dirty brick wall. This is what Susan wanted: forcefulness, passion, nastiness, but most of all sex. They started kissing and touching each other, just a like they were out of their minds, hearts pounding, not thinking of anything but what would happen in the next instant.
Greg pulled down his jeans, and Susan pull down her sweat-pants quickly. Greg didn't know why he was doing this, and Susan could care less. She ripped open her shirt. The buttons flew everywhere. Greg grabbed her thighs and lifted her up against the wall. They were still kissing, while each piece of clothing was removed, their tongues never left each others' mouths.
Susan pushed her cool smooth hands down into Greg's underwear, her cool hand on his hot manhood was driving Greg into a place he'd never been before, without thinking Greg ripped off Susan's soaked-though panties, with a tearing rrrriippp!! Then with one swift pull towards himself, he was in. He'd entered her hot pussy. The slit was almost air-tight.
Susan let out this fucking loud-ass scream. "OOOOOH GOD!!"
Greg was scared now. He thought that someone would come running and find them. He kept fucking her though, in and out, In and Out, IN and OUT. He was looking around as Susan kissed his neck, digging her nails into his back, moving against him out of control.
The pleasure must have been to great for Susan because she was panting, and moaning. She wasn't screaming anymore...