Pleasures of a Hippity Hop

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

This is a flash story.

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Pho Dung raced through the streets of Sopopaya, New Mexico on her 2012 Piaggio Vespa GTS 30. At four feet tall and weighing seventy nine pounds, the Vespa was almost too much motorcycle for her to handle. The Vietnamese-American girl whipped through traffic with reckless abandon; she did not want to be late for her Calculus class.

Finally reaching the campus of Stevens University, Pho Dung found a space for her scooter and hurried up the steps to the building. Rushing into a restroom, she stripped out of her jeans and tee shirt, slipping the knee-length dress on over her head. Her last act was to change from her Doc Martins boots to closed toe flats. Stevens University had a dress code for all of their students and Pho Dung was careful to follow the rules of the prestigious university.

"Ah, Evel Kneivel has joined us," Professor Cohen smiled as Pho Dung entered the classroom.

"You are so funny," Pho Dung responded. "One day? One day I will laugh and laugh like I am crazy woman."

"And I live for that day," the young professor laughed and greeted other students that wandered into the classroom.

The nineteen year old girl excelled in all of her classes; she was driven to succeed. Being a naturalized citizen Pho Dung felt that America truly was the land of opportunities but it was solely her responsibility to seize those opportunities. No one owed her anything.

After her classes were concluded, Pho Dung hurried to her job. She and her scooter did deliveries for House of Red Dragon Chinese restaurant. After her work day was concluded, Pho Dung returned to her apartment; now in her third semester of studies, she'd earned the right to live off campus and gladly seized the opportunity to rent a one room studio apartment. In her apartment, the diminutive woman studied until twelve o'clock. Then, after a shower, she fell asleep on her pallet.

The next day, she made a delivery to the east side of Sopopaya. This was the more affluent neighborhoods of the University town; many of the professors lived in this area. Pho Dung was certain she knew where most of her professors lived. And, she was surprised how few of these instructors recognized her when she delivered their steaming hot meals to them.

At Professor Stanton's home, Pho Dung knew to bring the food to the side door; that was where the two maids were. The maids were the ones that placed the order, not Professor Stanton.

And, on the driveway, a small girl was bouncing, sitting astride a large red rubber ball, clutching onto a rubber handle. Pho Dung watched the young girl as she happily traversed the driveway, singing a nursery rhyme as she did so.

"Mattie! You know Belinda out here?" one of the maids called into the darkness of the interior.

"Yeah, she on that hippity hop of hers," Mattie agreed. "Our food here?"

"Well, she ain't supposed be out here by herself, is she?" the first maid asked as Pho Dung took a quick cell phone picture of the child astride the toy.

Pho Dung had desires, wants just like any other nineteen year old girl. Looking around, she was surrounded by beautiful, young, desirable people. On her deliveries, she often came upon sexy men, sexy women. But she had no time for romance. Her first semester, living in the dormitory, Pho Dung had witnessed three young women completely fail their courses because of romantic entanglements. She had worked too hard to become a student at the distinguished university; she would not allow anyone or anything to deter her from her doctorate in Mechanical Engineering.

With that one blurry cell phone picture, Pho Dung set to work. Had she had the time and the tools, she would have measured and weighed the ball, but she only had the one picture.

"A basketball has a circumference of twenty nine point five..." Pho Dung mused, remembering this from her high school Algebra class.

She decided to create a ball with a circumference of forty eight inches. She used a heavy duty nylon in Pepto-Bismol pink.

"Pussy pink," Pho Dung giggled to herself as she meticulously cut the eight oblong pieces.

Stretching the eight pieces over a rubber bladder she'd made from the remnants of discarded tire inner tubes, Pho Dung had a ball. She then created a squat 'T' of acrylic and affixed the handle to the ball.

"Now for the real fun," Pho Dung said three days after she'd begun her latest project.

First, she created the molds. Then she mixed the compounds to create the acrylic resin. Smoothing and shaping followed and Pho Dung was well pleased with the three resulting phalli.

Then, she created an acrylic mount. Had anyone been there to oversee the young girl's progress, they would have nodded their head in approval. Each phallus had a one inch screw protruding from the two and a half inch diameter base. The acrylic mounting base was threaded for the base's screw. She then set everything aside for two days; giving it all time to dry.

"God damn, Bing Bong Chow," the obese neighbor to the left of Pho Dung's apartment complained, pinching his nose. "What the fuck you cooking in there, huh? Dog?"

Pho Dung looked up from her utility bill, regarding the bloated and shirtless neighbor with cold eyes. She did not answer the man's racist query as she unlocked her apartment's door and let herself into the apartment. She pointedly slammed the door shut and locked the door.

"I do not eat dog, you worthless pig," she snarled under her breath as she placed the bill onto her small table.

So far, the seal was holding and the ball was still inflated. Again, Pho Dung verified that the door knob and the deadbolt were securely locked. Then she happily stripped out of her jeans and panties. Wearing only her Led Zeppelin tee shirt and Doc Martins, Pho Dung did a very unscientific 'Eennie-Meenie-Miney-Mo' selection process, falling on the middle phallus. This one was the closest replica of a human penis, complete with flared mushroom shaped head, heavily veined shaft and five inch circumference. Because of her stature, Pho Dung had fashioned the phallus to be only five inches in length; a respectable sized cock.

Screwing the phallus into the acrylic receptacle, Pho Dung leaned the ball forward, handle close to the carpeted floor of her apartment. Swinging her leg over, Pho Dung squatted, aiming to impale herself on the dong.

"Ooh!" she shivered as the flared head rubbed against her tightly clenched anus.

"Oh damn!" she stood up abruptly when the phallus again rubbed along her narrow buttocks, grazing her anus.

With one hand on the handle and the other hand gripping the fat dong, Pho Dung guided the phallus to her quite wet pussy. When the flared head made contact with her splayed pussy lips, she raised the handle slightly and lowered herself some more. With a shudder of pleasure, Pho Dung fully impaled herself on the fat cock.

For several long moments, she sat, shivering happily. She'd had the foresight to purchase waterproof nylon for the ball's exterior; she could feel her excitement trickling from herself along the patch of skin from pussy to anus. She was sure the nylon was now coated with a layer of her excretions.

"And..." Pho Dung announced, using the handle and her legs to begin bouncing on the large ball.

The ball made a soft 'boink-boink-boink' sound as she traversed the few feet from sleeping pallet to opposite wall. The pleasure was intense to begin with but the action of actually bouncing was maddening.

"Oh dear, oh Pho Dung!" Pho Dung cried out in pleasure.

Each bounce upward caused a few millimeters of her dong to escape, even as her vaginal muscles strained to hold the dong within herself. Each muffled 'splat!' of the ball striking the carpeted floor caused the dong to drive forcefully into herself. She had not even reached the far wall and had to stop and quake in climax. Turning, she raced back along the floor to her sleeping pallet. Again, she forced herself to stop bouncing, shaking and bucking in pleasure.

"No, no more," she gasped out as she again reached the opposite wall.

Dismounting was less cumbersome than mounting. She simply held onto the handle and stood up. Then she collapsed onto the floor and lay, groaning.

Rising to her knees once her breathing was back to normal, Pho Dung knelt and cleaned her phallus with long strokes of her tongue. Tilting her head, she managed to swallow all of the dong into her mouth. She had to admit, she tasted delicious. She then cleaned the surface of the ball with her tongue.

Unscrewing the phallus, Pho Dung used a wet face cloth to actually clean the implement. She then wiped the ball clean.

"Hmm, I wonder..." Pho Dung mused, looking at the other phalli.

She did not do her methodology to select the next phallus. The cone shaped acrylic dong had a gradient increase from one inch diameter to five and a half inches in diameter. This instrument seemed to be the logical choice. The dong itself was smooth from rounded tip to base and Pho Dung quickly coated the dong with a lubricant she created from coconut oil warmed in the microwave.

"Oh! Uh DUH!" Pho Dung giggled, realizing the now lubricated phallus would be quite challenging to affix to her 'Hop along Toy.'

Using her mouth again, Pho Dung cleaned the dong. Quickly screwing the dong onto the ball, she once more coated the instrument of pleasure. She then tilted the handle to the floor, swung her leg over and squatted.

"Oh! Oh damn!" she grunted as the dong grazed her anus but slithered away.

With Determination, Pho Dung held herself and the handle securely in place. Leaning forward slightly, she again squatted. When the tip grazed against her anus, she held herself firm.

"Augh, I, oh! Oh yyeeeess!" Pho Dung grunted as a few millimeters of the dong pressed into her struggling anus.

"OH! Oh yes, oh yyeeeess!" Pho Dung squealed as her anus unclenched, allowing the acrylic cone to steadily enter her rectum.

When the still somewhat damp nylon rested firmly against her bony buttocks, Pho Dung hurriedly raised the hem of her billowing tee shirt and rubbed her clitoris frantically. Her almond eyes squeezed shut and she let loose a squeal of orgasm.

She only managed to reach the far wall before collapsing, falling to the carpeted floor onto her side. Slowly, maddeningly, the smooth cone slipped from her stretched and raw anus until just a few centimeters rested within her rectum.

She used the same face cloth to wipe the greasy dong clean of lubricant and other matter. Getting to very shaky legs, she looked at the third phallus and decided that one would have to wait. Her pussy and ass were used up for now.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Pho Dung hurried through a quick meal. She then dressed and hurried to her job delivering meals for the restaurant.

Her happy mood equated more tips for her as she zoomed around Sopopaya, New Mexico. At the end of the shift, she was exhausted but happy as she returned to her apartment.

The restaurant was closed on Sunday and Monday. Pho Dung worked Friday night and all of Saturday. On Sunday, since she was not religious, she slept as late as her noisy neighbors would allow. Rising, she ate breakfast, giggling to herself. She knew she was delaying the inevitable, teasing herself. Finally, she stripped off her camisole top and skimpy panties and grabbed the third dong from the bookshelf.

She had dubbed this one the 'Snowman' because it was three balls stacked atop one another. The top one had a diameter of one point five inches, slightly smaller than a golf ball. The second ball had a two inch diameter and the third ball had a two point five inch diameter. The three balls were flecked with nubs all over, creating a very rough exterior.

"Front? Or back?" Pho Dung asked herself, shivering with anticipation as she held the phallus in her small hands.

"Both!" she giggled, affixing the dong to the ball's receptacle.

The rough exterior of the three balls rubbed deliciously along her vaginal walls. She did not even have to bounce for the first orgasm to wash over her small frame. Catching her breath, Pho Dung scampered across her floor, gasping and grunting in blissful pleasure. Briefly, she did wonder if the horse faced woman that lived beneath her could hear the odd 'boik-boink-boink' sound. This thought caused her to giggle. Giggling broke the mood and she dismounted.

After her classes on Monday, Pho Dung did her laundry in the apartment's dank, dimly lighted laundry room. She kept her can of pepper spray firmly in her hand; she never felt very safe in the noisy room. There was only one door in or out and it was doubtful that anyone would hear her scream for help should she need help.

"Hmm; I wonder," Pho Dung mused, thinking of making the nylon covering of her ball removable so that it could be washed.

Thinking of her ball made her constantly check the progress of her wash; she was in the mood to play. Finally the clothes were washed and ready for the dryer.

"Good think about being small; she smiled. "All goes in one wash."

Clothes, towels, and cover of her sleeping pallet washed, dried, folded and stacked neatly, Pho Dung stripped completely. She screwed the snowman phallus onto the ball and greased it liberally with coconut oil.

"Oh! OH! Oh damn! Oh damn! Oh damn!" she chanted as her anus fought against the first ball's entry.

"Oh yyeeeess!" she squealed as the ball popped into her rectum.

The second and third ball followed more easily. Pho Dung shivered as she felt the rough nubs rubbing along her rectal walls. With a grimace, she slowly forced herself to begin bouncing. Her right hand fell from the handle and began rubbing her pussy with a frenzy.

"Oh yyeeeess!" she cried out in climax.

Twice more she brought herself to climax before falling backward and lying on her floor. The angle of the snowman pressed deliciously inside of her and, catching her breath, Pho Dung once more rubbed her pussy.

After supper, after completing all of her assignments for her Monday and Tuesday classes, Pho Dung again did the very unscientific 'My mother punched your mother in the nose. What color was the blood? Yellow. Y E L L O W' method of choosing her toy for the evening.

"The penis shaped phallus won and she bounced happily to three orgasms before calling it a night. Lying down on her pallet, Pho Dung lay on her side, one hand cupping her pussy. Before long, she reached into her panties and slowly rubbed her clitoris, simply enjoying the leisurely stimulation.

Tuesday afternoon brought her to the south side of Sopopaya. This was where the majority of the trailer parks were located and Pho Dung did not expect many tips from the three customers in this area. She did not hold this against the customer; they were doing the best they could. So, she plastered a smile on her face as she brought the food to their door. One trailer park had a small grassy fenced --in area of playground equipment and Pho Dung paused, the teeter-totter garnering her attention.

"Would need a friend to play with," she mused.

"OR! A counter-weight," she thought as she raced to her next delivery.

Another delivery that took her to the west, just on the other side of the campus brought her to a beautiful Victorian style home. At the front door, Pho Dung stared in fascination as two children raced one another along the circular driveway. Both children, a male and female approximately nine or ten years in age raced on pogo sticks. Pho Dung swooned as she thought of affixing a phallus to the device, bouncing and thrusting along.

"One slip and I would impale myself, causing irreparable harm," she giggled watching as the girl won by a few bounds.

She thanked the woman for the five dollar gratuity, and watched as the woman called the children in for supper. They abandoned their pogo sticks right in front of the house and Pho Dung examined the toys carefully.

"No, no, one slip and I'll really do some damage," she thought, even as she could feel her pussy grow wet.

"A seat? Or a brace?" she asked herself, taking a quick photograph of the two pogo sticks.

"Girl, you need help. You need to go to Toys Anonymous," she giggled, hurrying on to her next delivery.

The End

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