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A Girl and Her Guinea Pig
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--original story by aliquis
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based on a real-life experience!
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Sherri turned off the living room TV and yawned as she walked into the
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kitchen to fetch a bedtime Diet Coke, her firm breasts outlined under
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her t-shirt as she lazily stretched her arms upward. As she opened the
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refrigerator door a blast of cold air raised goosebumps on her bare
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legs; just panties and a shirt was Sherri's standard nighttime garb.
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The noise of the refrigerator door was followed almost instantly by a
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high-pitched "Oooeek! Oooeeek! Oooeek!" from a large cage on the
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kitchen table. "Oh, Rambo," Sherri scolded. "Hungry again? Honestly,
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sometimes I think you're nothing but a lettuce factory." Before opening
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her Coke she reached into the vegetable bin and tore a hunk of lettuce
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off the head stored there. Sipping the Coke with one hand, with the
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other she opened the cage and tossed the lettuce in to the delighted
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guinea pig.
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Rambo was no ordinary cavy. A rare Inca Blue, he had earned the dozen
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or so ribbons and trophies above the fireplace before retiring from the
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guinea pig fanciers' shows at the ripe middle age of four. As for his
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name, he had earned that during his stud days. Normally male guinea
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pigs are the peacefullest of animals, even during mating season; but
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Rambo had made short work of another male who had foolishly been left in
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a common cage just before one of the females went into heat. The
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hapless male's throat had been ripped as if by a wildcat. After that,
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proud Rambo always had his own cage, kept far away from other males
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during breeding season.
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Sherri finished her Coke and addressed her prized cavy. "Rambo, don't
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tell me you're going to get fat and lazy now that you're not chasing the
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women any more! I'm going to have to put you to work killing mice to
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keep you in shape!" Rambo had made short work of the lettuce, so Sherri
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opened the cage and lifted him out, holding him at eye level and talking
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to him as she walked into the living room: "Such a beautiful sleek
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pig-pig, I'll bet the girls have been crying their eyes out since you
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retired from the breeding business."
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Sherri had never been able to take guinea pig sex too seriously, since
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the females when they were mounted made precisely the sound that that
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fat guy in "Deliverance" had to make when the two hillbillies caught him
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and cornholed him. But Rambo... sometimes she could swear he took an
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almost human pleasure in the act, and the knowing gleam in his eye when
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she finally removed him from the breeding cage had sometimes given her
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the tiniest shiver at the bottom of her spine...
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Now she stroked his back slowly but firmly, from head to rump, and he
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began to vibrate the way guinea pigs do, with a kind of silent purring.
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"Poor Rambo--how long has it been since you had a cavette, six months
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now? That's five years in people years, poor dear." Suddenly she
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noticed that Rambo was no longer just vibrating; he was beginning to
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hump lightly and thrust his pelvis as he would when introduced to a
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female. "Silly Rambo, do I smell like a guinea pig in heat? What's
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making you so excited, precious?"
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Just then Rambo raised his eyes to hers and gave her a glance so full of
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meaning and desire that Sherri could no longer doubt what her virile
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Inca Blue wanted. Could a human really...? But she loved Rambo, more
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than she had loved most of her boyfriends after all, so...
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As gently as she could, Sherri reached underneath Rambo's rounded rear
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end and began to stroke his testicles with infinite tenderness. Most
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novices had trouble even sexing guinea pigs, but long experience had
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taught Sherri were all the relevant parts were. She put her skill to
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use now as she felt the onset of Rambo's tiny erection--large, though,
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by guinea pig standards. She licked her thumb and forefinger to add
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lubrication as she began to stroke him from base to head. Rambo was
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beginning to make the low squeal-growl that was his trademark sound of
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copulation delight. He raised his eyes again to hers--and the meaning
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in them now was pure love.
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"Oh Rambo, Rambo, I know!" cried Sherri. Slowly she lay back on the
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sofa and raised the firm, sleek animal until he was poised just over her
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lips; then she poked her tongue out and began flicking it back and forth
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over Rambo's throbbing guineapighood. After a few moments of teasing
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she took the organ into her mouth and began a gentle sucking. At first
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Rambo thrusted as he would while mounting, but he suddenly realized that
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he could let Sherri do the work and stayed still, squeal-growling in an
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increasingly fervent tempo.
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He was close to coming, Sherri knew; but she wanted to give him
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something more than he had ever dreamed possible. She thought about
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what worked with human males, and then she had an idea. Her finger was
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much too big, but there was... yes!
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Sherri stood up and cradled Rambo as she walked toward the bathroom. At
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first the guinea pig looked puzzled and slightly hurt, but then he
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evidently decided that he could use a brief rest and began purr-
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vibrating again. Sherri opened a bathroom drawer and found what she was
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looking for, a rubber syringe from an earwax removal kit. The tip was
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just the right size. Luckily she had a small jar of Vaseline, too; she
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coated the syringe carefully before returning with Rambo to the sofa.
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She lay back and began again to tongue Rambo, who quickly regained his
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erection. His squeal-growls came faster and faster as Sherri moved her
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lips back and forth, back and forth. It was time...now! With her free
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hand Sherri carefully but quickly inserted the rubber syringe into
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Rambo's anus until she knew it was massaging his prostate. With that,
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Rambo gave a low moaning squeal, a full octave lower than she had ever
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heard a guinea pig make, and came into her mouth in a shuddering,
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powerful orgasm. From Sherri's limited experience with human males, she
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knew that this was no ordinary guinea pig orgasm; the volume of liquid
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she felt now would put her ex-boyfriends to shame.
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Sherri swallowed--salty but fresh, the taste was--and tenderly licked
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Rambo's still throbbing organ as it slowly, slowly retracted into his
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fur. At the same time she reached into her panties and stroked her
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engorged clitoris; she was so excited that it was only moments before
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she came in a rapid tremble, barely able to keep from shaking Rambo too
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hard. At the movement from Sherri, Rambo opened his eyes and stared
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into hers from six inches away--just stared, and purr-vibrated. And
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then slowly, peacefully, he sank into a profound guinea-pig sleep.
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"Now isn't that JUST like a man to fall asleep," Sherri scolded as she
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cradled Rambo between her breasts with a sigh. "What makes him think
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I'M done for the night?"
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Ah, but there was always tomorrow...and the next day... and the next...
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....from the fertile mind of aliquis (tm)
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