The four college gals sauntered up the hill toward the parking area. Amy was the Japanese shortie in a cute mini dress with Converse sneakers. Bianca was the obese tagalong with a giant dress to cover her figure as much as possible. Celicia was the Latina in a peasant dress with floral prints and ballet type slippers. Daniela was the white average girl next door in a cute outfit with a rebel print on her t-shirt.
The parking area was a concrete square with a pointed glass roof suspended by metal beams. A thick and squarely trimmed hedge surrounded the parking area. The place itself was filled with mostly naked men lying stiff on their back in a scattershot fashion. The men of all ages lied on their backs. The arms at their sides and the eyes were closed. All sported raging erections.
There were neat white lines on the ground marking where the men should have been placed. However every morning, the students left their men wherever they had stood, when chatting with their girl friends. By the clusters of men one could tell the friendships. And, of course latecomers left their men wherever they could find a free spot.
Daniela carefully stepped her high heels into the free spots next to the bodies on the ground. There was a spot next to a bicep. Here, she had to straddle a torso. Her eyes glanced over the naked and muscular limbs. A lot of students had left stickers on their men. Surfing stickers seemed to be the hot ticket this week: tribal wave paintings, surfboard silhouettes, and colorful bikinis. One gal had dressed her men in tight black leather pants with the crotch area cut out around the balls and erection.
She stepped over another man and his erection. Her white platform high heels pushed against the erection by accident. The firm erection swung back into place promptly. A small mark of street dirt grime was left on the penis. Daniela squatted down with her butt over another man's face, who was stoic without movement beneath the tent of her skirt. She wet her thumb in her mouth and rubbed the dirt spot of the penis.
Finally, she reached her man. It was a 6 feet 5 inches tall muscular black Rastafari Jamaican with dreadlocks. His erect penis stood at 11 inches. She had dressed him with a black cowboy hat and white cowboy boots. The cowboy boots were pointy and had a Western themed etching on the side. She had named him 'Colonel.' Amy bitterly disagreed with naming men. They were mere objects with a function to get from point A to point B. Amy pointed out that nobody named a pair of shoes either.
Daniela straddled Colonel at the hip with her skirt opening floating above his erection. Then, she gently tapped him at the side. Colonel's eyes opened. His head tilted toward Daniela. He rumbled a few times like a puttering engine. He slowly hovered into the air like a magic carpet. She aimed his penis to penetrate her vagina. And, then her feet were lifted off the ground. They were both flying five feet above the ground.
You could view the scene as a witch riding a broomstick or a magician riding a magic carpet. Or, you could face up to the fact that riding naked floating men was its own category.
Getting the vagina impaled by the man-motorcycles was one of the odd moments in public life that mixed sensuous pleasure and stiff formality. It was like peeing in a public bathroom. The anticipation of the trickle and the shuddering release was often so pleasurable. It sometimes drove tears to the eyes to make everything glassy. Yet, squatting next to a friend on a toilet seat required a stoic demeanor and rapt focus on the tidbits about the latest sitcom.
Similar, getting impaled in public by a man's penis always had an erotic pleasure about it. The pleasure sent tingling sensations through the body. Yet, everyone pretended that it was an ordinary mechanic act like pushing a door handle down.
Amy's ride was a short Japanese lad with a layered, stylish haircut. His built was averagely trained. Amy dressed her ride with Hello Kitty Speedos. She did not like the idea of a bird landing on his penis or a class mate touching the penis, while she was in class. She pulled down the speedoes with the happy pink kitten to below his butt. The erect penis jumped out.
Amy snapped her ride sharply with a finger. Her man whined for a moment and bounced energetically up into the air. While he hovered backside down three feet in the air, she climbed onto him like a horse, throwing her leg over him. Seated, she put her feet on his chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees. Her body had to lean forward and her head tilt back. Someone standing in front of her could have lurked beneath her skirt to find her thighs pressed together. With swift and sharp turns, she shot out onto the street.
"Awe, somebody bumped my baby!" muttered Amy to herself. There was a blue bruise at his forehead from a careless student bumping into her ride during parking. She applied skin colored makeup to cover it up.
Bianca caught up to Daniela and Amy, who puttered down the street side by side. Bianca was riding the most beautiful stud of the group. He was a white guy, blond hair, and large jaw, the perfect Southern farmer. The contrast was almost grotesque to her heavy body. Her face was swollen from fat to leave her small eyes as gaping holes and her mouth as a despicable orifice.
Bianca had placed her feet in his arm pits. She had raised his knees, so that she could rest her back against his knees. She rode her stud like an Easy Rider.
Celicia was the last to line up next to them. She always smacked her ride on the belly in annoyance. Her mother had handed down her old ride. It was a guy that looked like Danny Devito. She had to sit behind a round ball like belly. Her ride was uncomfortably short. The black hair looked frazzled and nasty.
Her mother had also left a tattoo on the ride. Tattooed on the forehead was 'Lover Boy' and on the chest was a big red heart on a bed of flowers.
A decade ago, feminists had recycled all men into motorcycles. Scientist had discovered a drug that subdued cognitive function in males. The cognitive function was repurposed to make them hover in the air like a magic carpet ride. Feminists had promptly injected the entire male population.
The action had served two purposes. First, it got rid of males, who always snatched away the better jobs and promotions. Second, it solved global warming, because the flying men made cars, airplanes, and other carbon coughing transportation obsolete.
Sitting down on the penis had two functions. First, the penis was a plug into her like a plug into the matrix. With practice teenage girls learned to extend their mental control beyond their bodies to control the men. Second, the penis acted as a restraint like a seat belt. During an accident, the penis would grab onto their pussies and keep them from being thrown off. Thus, many lives were saved every year.
"Oooh, I hate that ride so much. How could my parents do this to me?" protested Celicia.
"You are not alone, Celicia. My Japanese parents had to give me this little spunky Japanese made rice cooker. They never asked me. His dick is so short that I keep slipping off," complained Amy with the cutest facial expressions.
"Amy, why don't you ride the Colonel for a bit? I'd love to ride your crotch rocket. It's the fastest thing on the market," suggested Daniela.
"Oh, really, that would be so sweet," cheered Amy.
