0 comments/ 29276 views/ 4 favorites The Wild Woman By: flyingcarpet I enrolled in the local university after my discharge from the Navy, but class wasn't going to open until the fall of the next year. After the high stress of my tour in the Navy, I wanted a candy job while I waited. So I got a job working as a maintenance man at nursing home. My sister's husband worked there, and his sister, and a huge number of females I didn't know were there waiting for me, I was sure. The job was mostly fixing doors and oiling wheels on beds and changing light bulbs and other complicated tasks. In other words, I spent a lot of time walking from floor to floor looking for things to do. And meeting the women, of course. One of my first Saturday shifts landed me the assignment of testing and adjusting sliding doors in closets. I started on the south half of the second floor, going into every room and checking closets. After lunch, I started in on the northern end of the floor. Halfway down the first side, a nurse entered the room in front of me. This room was vacant, and the nurse was adjusting the window blinds when I came in. I said "Hi" and turned to test the closet doors. I slid them open, then closed. Fine, no adjustment needed. I turned to leave, and walked into the nurse standing quietly right behind me. I grabbed at her to keep from falling. She put her arms around me and kissed me, then broke off and walked out of the room, leaving behind confused sensations of warmth, softness, brown shining eyes, and a sweet pollen cloud. She never said a word. Well. That was interesting. I didn't pursue her, there were too many people in the hallway. I stayed in that room and played with the closet some, pondering why a thirty year old married woman with a nice figure and pretty face would choose to come onto me like that. We'd never spoken to each other before. I didn't even know her name. Filing it for reference, I resumed my little job. The Kissing Bandit Nurse didn't say anything or look at me as I finished that floor. The work shifts were staggered so that the nurses departed at 3:00 and the maintence men stayed until 4:00, playing security guard. I was sitting in the maintenance shop in the basement, which was off the hallway leading to the parking lot. My partner, a sixty year old alcoholic black man, was off in some other part of the building. I heard a nurse come into the shop, "Hello! Is anyone here? You got any boxes?" I got up and looked around the corner. It was the Kissing Bandit. "Come on in. Let me check." There were no boxes on the shelves. "Not today." I took the time now to look closely as this woman. She was about five foot four, with wavy brown hair held back as nurses do. Her eyes were a darker brown than her hair, and their twinkle matched the come on smile of her mouth and the suggestive sway of her hips. Her wedding band was gold and wide. I sat back down in my chair, which was in an office alcove out of sight of the hallway. The chatter of the other nurses was loud in the hall as they made their way out the door. She followed me into the alcove and stood next to my chair. She had changed out of her white uniform into a red tee shirt over pink corduroy pants. The pants were so tight her pussy lips bulged visibly in the "Y". I looked up at her, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She moved her leg slightly and I stroked her pussy boldly with my thumb. "I enjoyed your attack today. Did you come in to follow up?" "Yes." And she bent to kiss me. Our lips met, and then our tongues. And the sounds of Jake, my partner, laughing with a nurse came from the hall. The Kissing Bandit, whose name I still didn't know, jumped back, acting guilty. Jake saw the motion as he entered. I said. "Sorry, no boxes now. Check Monday. The supplies are usually delivered then." She walked out, clearly flustered. I talked to Jake for a minute, not telling him a thing, and then excused myself to "check the floors" and arrange my thoughts. Ten minutes later I came down to the basement from the stairs by the door. I was surprised to see the Kissing Bandit sitting at the door, reading. I talked with her for a few minutes. Her name was Mary Alice, and she was waiting for her husband to pick her up. He drove into the parking lot as we talked. Mary Alice got up, and passed me a slip of paper as she said "good night". I went home an hour later, and took a shower and ate something. The paper had only a time and a telephone number. I called at seven, as she asked, prepared to sell life insurance if a man answered. Worse, a kid answered. I decided to play the role just in case. "Hi. This is Joe Cannoli from South Eastern Life. Is your mother home?" "Sure. Mommy, it's for you." Her mother picks up the telephone. "Hello?" She had a smooth pleasant voice, with just a touch of a Southern accent. A charming thing to find among the harsh flat voices in central New York. "Hi. It's Bob. I got your message. Can you talk now? Your daughter thinks I'm selling insurance." She said loudly, "it's not the best time." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Meet me at eleven in the Wagon Wheel on Thomspson Road in Chittenango. I'll be there, I promise." She hung up before I could say "okay". I'd never heard of the place, and I'd never been in that town before, so I left early and spent a couple of hours finding it. It was well out into the rural area away from the city. I walked into the country western bar at ten. It was a fair sized place, with a live band and a dance floor. God, hoped I didn't have to dance to country music. I drank some beer and got beat playing pool. No dart board in this bar. Midnight came, and no babe. Damn. Okay, one more beer then I'll go. I leaned against a pole sipping beer and watching the regulars dance this funny line dance. Mary Alice walked in at twelve thirty, wearing a knee length denim skirt, a blue checked shirt, and white boots. She slipped in next to me, and said "Sorry I'm late." "Married life is a bitch. Have a beer." She shook her head and said, "No. Get me screwdriver." I ordered another beer as well, and we carried our drinks to a dark corner. She downed her drink in one gulp, and pressed her body against mine. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, the taste of vodka strong on her tongue. "Drink up and let's go." I put my nearly full beer down and led her out the door. We got in her car, and she drove a short distance. "I've had my eye on you from the first day. You got cute buns and move with a confidence that makes the girls hot." I like hearing girls tell me this, not that they do very often. I leaned over and placed my hand on her thigh, sliding it just under her skirt. Her legs were firm and smooth. She gave me a peck on the lips then placed my hand firmly in my lap and said "Let me drive." Mary Alice drove carefully for a mile or so before parking well off the side of a dark road. She got out, a roaring sound coming in loudly when she opened her door. She pulled something from the back and said "follow me." She led me to an old three strand barbed wire fence, and crossed it. She walked confidently on a path invisible to me in the light of the setting moon, and I followed closely, worried about bulls, cows, wild dogs, and holes in the ground. I thought about other holes with anticipation. We rounded a bush and she stopped. The roaring sound was loud, now. Looking up, I realized she'd lead me to a small clearing at the base of the Chittenango waterfall. The curling waters were milky white in the light of the setting moon, and and magic was in the air here. Mary Alice turned, and I reached for her. I kissed her eagerly and she melted in my arms. I moved to pull her to the ground and she yelled "Not here!". I could barely hear her over the rushing water. Walking towards the falls, Mary Alice began climbing the slick moss covered ledges next to the falls. "Oh shit," I thoguth, "she's a nut." I followed her, my heart sinking as I discovered the ledges and rocks were round and slippery, making the climb in the dark truly dangerous. But hell, I thought, I'll do anything for a good lay. About halfway up the falls, nearly eightty feet from the hard rocks below, Mary Alice stopped. I joined her on a wet stony ledge next to the cascade. This ledge was wide and flat, fortunately, so the threat of falling off was small. She smiled at me and held my hand as we looked at the water below and drank in the beauty of the gorge in the moonlight. She opened her package and laid a folded blanket on the wet stone. She stood near the rushing water and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing nice large breasts in a red bra. She removed the shirt and bra. Her breasts were firm and round, with dark nipples that pointed outwards. She lay on the blanket in her denim skirt and boots and patted the place next to her, near the edge of the cliff. Damn. The last thing I wanted to do is fuck on a wet cliff. The spray from the falls had soaked through my clothes now, and I realized the blanket only provided padding from the stone. I can only die once, and being here was tamer than getting there. I pulled my shirt off, and stripped off my jeans and shorts, standing naked high on a cliff in the moon light. A primitive cave man feeling came over me, and my lust for this woman became impossible. I got down over Mary Alice and forced her back onto the blanket. The primordial lust took control of me as never before, and I grabbed her breasts roughly, sucking them and biting. I squeezed their firm globes together and kissed Mary Alice roughly, forcing her head onto the blanket. She sucked on my tongue eagerly, biting me lightly and shutting her eyes from the water dripping from my hair. She lifted her knees and spread them, pulling her skirt up. Reaching between her legs, she pulled my hard cock to her pussy. She wore no underwear. She placed the head of my dick in her hole, and I thrust in, the mist of the falls lubrictating both of us. She put her heels on my ass and pulled me into her. I fucked her roughly, driving deep into her. Her hips met my thrusts making my cock head to brush her cervix. I felt it as a rough spot ticking the head of my cock on each stroke. She started screaming, almost inaudibly under the roar of the water fall, and her tight pussy squeezed my cock in spasms. She couldn't get any wetter. My animal instincts drove me to orgasm and I shot inside her, not caring if she got pregnant or not, wanting, in a primitive way, for her to carry my child. I lay on top of her, spent. She stroked my wet hair and kissed my face, making no effort to talk. We watched the setting moon, my dick soft but still inside her. I got up suddenly and motioned her to get dressed as I pulled on my wet clothes. The moon was setting! It was large on the horizon when I realized that if we didn't get down now, we'd be climbing down in total darkness. I let her lead the way down, wondering how the hell I'd explain to cops if she fell, and wondering what she'd say if I fell. At the bottom we stopped. The moon was gone. The cave man mood was still on me, and I pushed her protesting onto her knees on the nice safe grass. I lifted her skirt and knelt behind her, entering her doggy style. I fucked slowly, savoring the firm ass barely visible in the dark before me. I held her wide hips and pulled her hard against me at each stroke, my balls slapping her cunt. I felt the familiar urge, and pulled out. Tugging her around, I thrust my cock at her mouth. She opened eagerly, slurping the head of my dick and bobbing rapidly on the shaft. I came in spurts, yelling. Mary Alice let me finish in her mouth, and spit my seed into the grass. She grinned at me, and I lay on my back, holding her on top of me and kissing her. "You're crazy, woman! Do you do this often?" "No. Most guys won't go up the cliff. They're chicken. I won't fuck them, I just give them a blow job and we leave. I never see them again." "'You never see them again'," I repeated. "Does this mean you'll be knocking on my door next week? I mean, I don't mind making love in an outdoor shower, but the exotic scene should be saved for special occasions." The last thing I wanted was to ever go up that cliff again. "Next week? Okay. But why don't you knock on my door?" "Your door? What about your husband?" "Come on over. He'll be glad to meet you. He's never been up there and doesn't know about it." "He doesn't? But I'm shy. I don't think I'm ready to face him yet. I'll climb a cliff if you want, but you come over to my place tomorrow and we'll talk things over." "We'll do more then talk. Okay. I'll tell Mike that I'm visiting with the girls and will get a ride home." We made love one more time, Mary Alice riding slowly on top of me and gently rubbing her hard nipples on my chest before arching back and moaning as the convulsions of her orgasm took her over. We got dressed and left after that. Mary Alice drove me back to my car and said good night. She left work at three the next day, as usual. I picked her up at the coffee shop on the corner when my shift ended. She had changed from her nurse's uniform into a calf-length sundress with a sunflower print. The low cut neck gave tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. Her hair was let down and the wavy brown tresses danced near her shoulders as she talked. "Where do you live, anyway?" She asked me, turning in the seat. "It doesn't matter right now. We're going on a trip." I dropped a tape of Rossini classical overtures into the players, testing her reaction. She smiled. "Show off. Where are we going, then?" "A place I knew once. I haven't been there since I was a kid. We have to hurry to get there before the sun goes down." I drove and we listened to the music and talked. Mary Alice had gotten married when she was eighteen, just out of high school. Her husband had been her first, and even then, she had to initiate the action. He had a very low libido and preferred to sit around watching sports on TV. "Geez. How did you and he get two kids?" I blurted out. "Me and he didn't. My children came from the waterfall. They aren't his, but he's never questioned that." Oh. Uh-oh. I thought about it, and realized that I still didn't care. This woman raised primal urges in me. I really had wanted her to get pregnant when I shot into her last night and I realized that I really did want her pregnant now. I pulled into the parking lot of Clark's Reservation, a state park just south of the city. It had the cliffs without the water and the moss. It was a collection of fossil waterfalls. I grabbed a back pack and pulled her behind me. The sun was starting to go down and we didn't have a lot of time. "There's a special place here. A girl like you will just love it." I passed the trailhead leading to the cliffs overlooking the green lake, and steered her to an overgrown trail on the left. This path led to a fossil bowl that hadn't been carved as deeply. We walked along the cracked limestone bedrock in silence, letting the natural wonder of the place seep into us. I turned off the trail where it started to crest the brow of this bowl, and climbed down in the rocks. I helped Mary Alice over the worst spots, enjoying the feel of her body as I lifted her and snatching kisses when I could. The shadows from the setting sun were long now, and the upthrusting rocks cast long shadows, confusing my memory of what I was looking for. There it was. A small spot of darkness blacker than the rest. A cave. I pulled a flashlight out of my pack and bent to enter. I remembered that it wound deep into the ground, how far I didn't know. All that mattered was that it was cozy, dark, and well ventilated. The entrance tunnel twisted, and we had to crawl under a tight spot to get where I wanted to. The tunnel opened to about twelve feet wide with a six and a half foot ceiling. The back of the cave narrowed, and plunged downward. Mary Alice crawled in behind me, and said "oooh!" as she looked around. The limestone walls were covered in fossils of some sort of shellfish. A single beer can in a corner was the only evidence of human occupation. I sat Mary Alice on a convenient stone, and dumped my pack in a corner. I folded the blanket onto the floor. The sticks I'd collected that morning formed a fair pile. I made a fire and turned off the flashlight. The smoke escaped up some crack in the ceiling. I turned to Mary Alice. She had stripped her clothes off while I was making the fire. She stood there naked, her eyes shining at me in the flickering firelight. I pulled my clothes off, putting mine and hers in a pile out of sight behind a rock. I stood naked before her for a minute, taking in her clear white skin, her long brown hair, and her perfection in a setting as old as mankind. I felt as our primitive ancestors must have felt, secure for the night from the ravening beasts outside. I stepped up to her and kissed her roughly, grabbing a breast and squeezing it. She passionately responded, pulling herself onto me and putting her legs around my waist. I lifted her and slipped my hard dick into her dripping cunt, thrusting wildly and not holding back. My orgasm blew sperm deep into her pussy, pushing Mary Alice into her own. Her cunt milked my cock dry, and she hung from my shoulders, kissing my neck. I lay her on the blanket, my one concession to comfort, and looked at her. Her hair was wildly disarrayed now, enhancing the cave woman effect. I felt the lust rising within me again, and I bent to suck roughly on her tits. I purposely had neglected to shave that morning, and ran my stubble on her soft skin, scratching her. I licked down her slightly bulging belly, and dove into her cum dripping muff, the whiskers on my cheeks scraping her inner thighs. I sucked and pulled on her clit, and sucked my sperm out of her pussy. Mary Alice yelled in pleasure, and she pulled my head down hard onto her pussy. Her juice flowed heavily, and I lifted up, crawling up to ram my cock deep into her again. I fucked her hard and fast, until our breathing came in gasps. She came in an intense convulsion of pleasure, a cave woman clawing her mate's back wildly as she screamed. I turned her over onto her hands and knees, and fucked her from behind, slamming her wide hips onto me as my urgency increased. Soon I came again inside her, shooting my seed in huge intense spasms. I lay on my side looking at the fire, and she spooned me. I stroked her flesh, the primitive setting evoking feelings of prossession and protectiveness. I cupped a breast and squeezed it gently. She turned and kissed me, then said "Thank you." "For what?" "For this. I'd always dreamed of being a cave girl with a cave man, but I never imagined anything could be like this." "No. Thank you. I discovered this place when I was a teenage boy ten years ago, and I've always fantasized about making love to a woman here. You're the only one." I paused. "And there will never be another one." "What do you mean?" Mary Alice turned to face me, her face puzzled in the sputtering light from the fading fire. "That fulfilling this fantasy once was enough, and bringing another here would lessen the meaning of this moment with you." "Oh, how sweet." She planted her lips on mine, and pushed me onto my back. She rubbed my nipple with her fingers, and pinched it as she nuzzled at my neck and kissed me. Her hand moved down and grasped my soft cock. Slowly stroking it, she let her tongue wander over my body, sucking on my earlobes and licking my balls. My dick thickened and she gently kissed it's length. When she was satisfied that I was hard enough, she straddled me, putting her hands on my shoulders. She slid her wet cunt along my shaft, arching her back in pleasure. I reached up and fondled her firm breasts, fascinated by her appearance in the flickering light. Mary Alice slid far up my belly and my cock popped up into the air behind her. My hands flowed over her wide womanly hips and cupped her firm ass cheeks. My cock throbbed behind her. Mary Alice pushed backwards and my cock slipped into her juicy hole. She let my shoulders go and bent down to kiss me. We kissed long and slow as Mary Alice slowly and gently stroked herself on my cock. I lay still, moving only my hands as I stroked her back and ass. Her breasts pressed into my naked chest. The Wild Woman of Wesley Woods "It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels." - St. Augustine * Mary Ann Kamargian was a rough young woman. She had no use for nonsense or social convention and navigated the world on her own terms. Her family lived in squalor in a rundown house by the lake and she was the de facto mother to her younger brothers, carrying them around in dirty diapers when she had to. When she did attend school she would look like she had just rolled out of bed, her thick, curly hair flying in wild directions and her clothes soiled and wrinkled. All the while she would sit in the back of the class and throw daggers at the teacher with her dark, intense eyes until she was set free again. When she wasn't in school she wore as little as possible and roamed the woods near her home for days at a time. But when she was called out by anyone she had no fear and would fight all challengers until they were forced into submission or retreat. During one such fight she pulled most of a young man's hair out and sent him home crying in his underwear. So Mary Ann never had to worry about being harassed by the masculine sex, in fact, she was often the harasser. Once when she saw a guy defecating in "her" woods, she decided to teach him a lesson. She surprised him before he could finish and pulled his underwear up his ass. Then she put him in a headlock and smeared some of his own shit on his face. After that she made him crawl through the woods with his pants around his ankles as she rode him and yanked up on his shit-packed jockey shorts. These were the stories I had heard about her and they seemed to be consistent with the girl I had seen in school over the years, so when I happened upon her in the woods that day in late September, I was somewhat unnerved. She was sitting by the lake dangling her feet in the water, dressed in a dirty-looking bikini. When she heard me she sprang up and stared at me like a puma stares at her prey. "What the hell do you want?!" she hissed. "Sorry, I was just taking the shortcut." I replied, somewhat flustered. "This is private property, Asshole!" she announced. "Oh, no problem, I'll go out the same way I came in." I said, trying to sound contrite. I turned and started to leave, but then she spoke again. "What's your name?" she asked suspiciously. "Dane." I replied, turning back to face her. "Dane Schmidt?" "Yeah." She looked at me with a smile and nodded. "Aren't you the guy who knocked up Amy Lockwood?" she continued. I was totally unprepared for this question and I must have turned red. "Yeah, it was you." she said with a sly look. "Where did you hear that?" I finally spat out. "I didn't hear it, I saw it! I saw you fucking her right here in these woods!" she shot back. At that moment terror turned my body to ice. "THESE woods?" I replied weakly. "Yup. She kept saying, 'We can't do it here! Please Dane!'" she imitated mockingly, "Is it starting to come back to you now?" "No, not really." I said before turning away. "But she liked it when you put your cock into her little pussy, didn't she!" she kept on taunting, "What a stud!" At this point I really wanted to get out of there. "I...think you have me confused with someone else." I stammered, as I continued to walk away. But no sooner had I turned my back when I felt a hand grab my ass! "Don't run away, little boy!" I turned around and there she was, all five foot four inches of her, tits mostly exposed, tan skin shining, hands on her waist, hips pushed forward. I was starting to feel a little threatened at this point. "Hey, I had no idea this was your property. I'm leaving now. It was nice to meet you." I stated sternly before continuing. But as I walked away she put her arms around me from behind and started undoing my jeans. "Come on stud, don't be shy!" she said as she undid my zipper and yanked down my pants from behind. Then she stepped on my rolled down jeans and pushed me forward to the ground. "Hey!! What the hell are you doing?!!" I said, quite mortified. "Awww, did the little boy fall!" she taunted before lifting my legs up and dragging me back belly down over the ground. "You better let me go right now!" I yelled, trying to dig my fingers into the ground to keep her from dragging me back. "Awww, is the little stud gonna crap his pants!" she continued to taunt. She pulled me back into the woods after this quickly, back into her world where there were no rules except hers. My struggles to slow her down came to nothing. "You fucking better let me go!" I yelled again, and she must have heard the fear in my voice. "Does the little stud want his momma?! Go ahead, call for your momma!" she said in bemusement. She was playing with me now and I was starting to get desperate. I struggled to turn over and break her hold on my pants, but she kept me flat on my stomach, dirt and leaves filling my shirt. But when she brought me to a small clearing I rolled and managed to break free of her grip. But this didn't last long as she was soon on me with one knee in my groin and two hands raking my face. With my balls now pushed up into my stomach from her blow I could only flail at her ineffectually and hope that someone would hear my shouts for help. My nightmare was now literally upon me, I was being attacked by the wild woman of Wesley Woods! She sat on my chest and started slapping at my head, and for the first time I could smell her musky body odor pouring out from her unshaven arm pits. She was laughing and teasing me again, her bushy, shoulder-length hair partially obscuring her strangely pretty face as she looked down on me. "Cry for help, baby stud! Go on!" she laughed. Then she reached back and grabbed my flaccid dick through my underwear. She began to slowly squeeze it as she smiled down on me. "What's wrong with the baby stud's cock?! It doesn't feel very big now!" After this she slid her ass off of my chest and onto my face, pulling my head up into her groin and trapping it with her ankles. I struggled wildly against the weight and smell of her ass, but she kept me immobile there until my air was depleted and I flashed from consciousness. When I awoke I was on my stomach again with my arms strapped behind me and my rolled down pants slung over a low, sawed off tree branch. I felt like a fish hung from a bait line as I thrashed about trying to free myself. She was nowhere to be seen but I had the feeling that wouldn't last for long. Then I heard footsteps. I turned to see her walking up with a paper bag in her hand. "How was my stud's ass nap?" she queried sarcastically. I was burning now with anger, especially since I still had the scent of her dirty ass on my face. "You're not going to get away with this, Bitch!" I yelled. "Bitch?" she said, "No, no, I'm not the bitch here!" As she said this, she pulled something out of the paper bag. She walked around and stood in front of me as she began to attach it to her body. "Have you ever seen one of these before?" she asked, "I got it from my mother's drawer. She uses it on dad when he's bad!" She stood sideways when she was done attaching the straps so I could see the full scope of it. "What do you think?" she asked again, "Pretty damn big, huh!" It was a strap-on dildo and it was obviously built to do damage! I began to panic. "You better let me go right now!" I ordered, "I know a lot of cops in this town!" "I know you don't like to use condoms, but I think I'm going to use one this time." she continued, oblivious to my threat. She opened the small package and rolled the condom over the dildo. "Don't worry, it's lubricated!" she added. She straddled me with this strap-on dildo between her legs and freed my pants from the branch. Then she pulled me back to a kneeling position, face down against the ground. "Okay the joke's over!" I tried to bargain, "Now let me go and we'll forget about everything!" She yanked my underwear down and separated my ass cheeks, looking down at my panicked face. "What a nice ass you have!" she complimented as she smacked the dildo against it. "Don't fucking do it!" I yelled, realizing now the full seriousness of the situation. "Now I want you to tell me who the bitch is!" she laughed. Then she plunged the dildo deep into my rectum. I tried to suppress the cry of pain but it burst out of me against my will like a caterwaul. She braced her hands on my ass and squatted over me, legs out wide as she drove that awful instrument down deep into my poor ass. I was groaning uncontrollably with each smooth power stroke, gritting my teeth against the savage penetrations. "How does the little stud feel now!" she mocked cruelly. "Fuck you!" I managed to growl. "I am fucking you, just like you fuck all those girls here in my woods with no condom! Now you know how it feels to get your tight little hole invaded by a big cock!" she chided. At this point something began to breakdown inside of me and I started to cry. "Please, I'm sorry, I've learned... my lesson. I'll never... come into your woods... again!" I promised her. "Sure you will, because it's cheaper than renting a motel room, isn't it. Do you know how many girls I've watched you fuck in these woods? Always the same thing. You fuck them hard and quick and fill them up with your cum and then you walk away and ditch them when their bellies pop, right!" "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was just... trying to be... what everyone expects me to be... the macho jock!" I confessed. "Yeah, but this time I'm the macho jock," she asserted, already breathless from her labors, "and you're the cheerleader bitch!" She began to bounce over me more forcefully now, pounding my ass as she enjoyed the vista of the lake. The strap-on was colliding against her clit with each thrust and she was beginning to feel the tension that a man feels when he's ready to squirt. "Now I'm gonna come inside your tight, little hole." she told me, as her fucking started to breakdown and lose its rhythm. Then her voice and body began to quake and she pushed the dildo all the way down into my ass and slowly ground her pubic mound into me. Her orgasm rose slowly and then rolled out in a cry of release that echoed across the lake. In the meantime my rectum did its best to stand the strain of her woman-cock as it shook inside of me. That portable cock of hers had drilled me out like an auger and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She still had it planted down in my ass and she didn't seem to have much ambition to move it out as her body continued to tremble to a resolution. I began to plead. "No more!" I whimpered weakly, "Please!" She pulled it out partway but then paused. "I just filled your little hole up with my cum, stud!" she announced, panting victoriously, "How does it feel to be fucked hard and rude?" Then she pulled it out the rest of the way and I felt the cool air rush into the opening of my bored out anus as it slowly returned to its original size. She must have been confident at that point that I was put in my place and defeated because after she removed the strap-on she unbound my arms and started to walk away. But I still had some fight left in me and if she thought I was going to be just another one of her punk victims, I was going to show her she was dead wrong! I quickly pulled up my jeans and ran after her in a blind rage. Then I jumped onto her back, shouting like an animal. To my surprise she didn't go down, but spun wildly beneath me supporting my weight easily with the thighs she'd built up over the years climbing trees. I hung onto this ferocious woman out of anger and also fear, because I knew if I lost my advantage she'd easily have me down for a second round of ass pounding. I clung to her with all my strength until she began to pant from her exertions. I used my weight to wear her down and soon she had stopped spinning and bucking. Then I managed to trip her and bring her down like a cowboy brings down a steer. I put her into a full nelson and just laid there on top of her, pushing her back down flat every time she tried to rise up to her knees. Finally she became exhausted and stopped fighting. It seems fucking me the way she did had taken a toll on her, as had the orgasm that tore through her. "You like to watch people fucking from behind trees and bushes?! I said, "Does that turn you on?! I bet you're finger fucking yourself as you watch, aren't you!" "Get off me!" she screamed, breathing heavily. "You were wishing that it was YOU getting fucked in the woods, weren't you!" I said to her, pushing her face into the dirt as she had mine. After another ten minutes she was completely spent and I realized that lying on top of her firm rear end had made my cock good and hard. "I should fuck your ass, but it's too damn smelly. Besides, your pussy is probably very wet and ready for me." I said to her. I reached down and tore her bikini bottoms off, exposing her wet cunt. Then I pulled my jeans down just enough to free my aching erection and had no trouble ramming it into her. She let out a pained cry as all of my nine inches moved deep into her fuck hole. I moved it in and out slowly as I lay on her, enjoying all the slippery firmness of my well-earned prize. Then I managed to pull her up onto her knees and my fucking grew more forceful. I grabbed a handful of her hair and started pulling her back over my shining fuck rod. My cock was stretching her tight and soon that under-used pussy of hers was pumping back into me with equal force. Feeling my cock buried so deep inside her body made my mind spin as I came to the realization I was fucking the very same wild woman who was famous in our town for humiliating men in battle! We were like two rabbits now going at it in the wild. It seems I had been right about her being jealous, watching me with all my girlfriends fucking there. But now she was realizing one of her fantasies: To be fucked by Dane's big dick in her woods! As she pushed her dirty ass down over my prick like a piston in overdrive, I noticed we were in sight of her house. I even thought I saw her mother in the kitchen window washing dishes and I could hear the sound of her baby brother crying too. Sorry baby boy, I mused, but your big sister is busy right now. I kept hold of her bushy mane as I sensed my sore balls beginning to contract from the action of her wildly thrusting cunt. She was making animal noises now as she was completely consumed with cock lust. I breathed her stink deep into my nostrils as my cock began to reach its breaking point. There would be no delaying or holding back now as I surrendered to the feeling her strong cunt was bringing me to. I looked down and watched my cock pulse and pump its load into her glistening meat at that moment. A rushing, warm flood wracked my body and I howled uncontrollably. As I set my hand atop her sweaty ass and watched her beautiful hole continue to draw out my semen, I wondered if her mother had possibly heard the culmination of our torrid, little wrestling match. Perhaps she had heard us but accepted it as something that happens in the woods when opposing forces of nature struggle and consummate. She had perhaps conceived her own feral children in the same way, wrestling in the dirt and leaves, naked and mindless to anything around her. I imagined her there with us, saying encouraging words to me and massaging my scrotum as it pumped its semen into her daughter. My well-worked member sprang out of Mary Ann Karmagian's twat after a few more minutes and she immediately stuck her fingers into her cum-filled hole to replace it. I beat the rest of my load onto her ass and than rose to my feet. I felt like an alpha male lion standing over her, her cunt and mind now in complete submission to me. As I buttoned my jeans, she stayed there on her knees rubbing her runny twat like the woods creature she was. She had gotten what she wanted and it was obviously all she had expected it to be. I ambled away sorely with one seemingly ruptured testicle and a clawed up face; back to civilization without another word. But over the weeks that followed I had a chance to reflect and the hard feelings faded. There wasn't a day or an hour that I didn't think of her, not just about the wildness of our encounter that day, but about the things she had said. She had been right about me. I was a big phony, strutting around playing the role of the over-sexed jock, and it had taken that ass fucking she gave me for me to see it. Then three or four months later she stopped coming to school altogether and everyone began to speculate about her killing herself or becoming a complete recluse. It took a while for me to get up the courage to return to those woods and find her, but one day in early Spring I did. I searched for hours until I found her making a shelter out of pine branches in a glade. When she saw me she pointed the knife she was using to cut the branches at me. "You stay away from me!" she cautioned. "I'm sorry about what happened last fall," I said, "I was just pissed off." I walked up to her slowly with my hands held out. "I just want to talk." I insisted. But as I got within range of her she caught me with a surprise left hook and dropped me. As I sat there on the ground trying to clear my head she moved away from me and put her arms across her stomach. My vision took some time to correct itself after the blow, but when her body came back into complete focus I saw that her belly looked like it had swallowed a basketball. "Yeah, look at it good!" she said, throwing her arms out, "Just another bitch knocked up in the woods by Dane Schmidt! Are you happy now!" I got up slowly. "My god, why didn't you tell me before!" I asked. "Because I don't fucking need you or anybody else, stud man!" she yelled back defiantly. I started toward her again. "If you come any closer I'm gonna knock you out again!" she threatened. I continued to step forward and had to block her fist as it flew towards my face a second time. Then I grabbed her by both arms. "I don't want to fight." I pleaded, "I think I love you!" "I was a fucking virgin, Asshole!" "Look, I'm sorry!" I said. She continued to struggle against me half-heartedly as I tried to embrace her. I kissed her cheek and forehead and then tried to kiss her lips but she bit me in return. I kissed her again with my lip bleeding until she finally understood that the concept was to press and suck, not bite. Then our kisses turned deep and passionate and she dropped the knife. We fell to the ground and tore at each others clothes and I mounted her missionary style. This time her eyes were desperate but softer as we each tried to sense the others body. Her pussy was amazing and my cock felt like it had found its long lost home. I wanted to stay there in those woods with her for the rest of my life, slow fucking like we were. I think she saw the orgasm in my eyes before I felt it because she reached down and pulled my cock from her pussy just as the first line of semen shot from it. It landed atop her perfectly round belly and continued to issue forth from me until her baby bump had been properly anointed with my fertile cum. She was the mother of my child and I was going to find a way to be with her I determined at that moment! Afterwards we laid there in a weak and dreamy state and confessed our feelings. "You know I had a crush on you in fifth grade!" she told me giddily. "Really!" "Yeah, but you never noticed me." she added accusingly. "What a dumbass I was!" I said in agreement. Then I let my impulses get the better of me. "Let's get married!" I blurted out. The Wild Woman of Wesley Woods "Married!" she laughed, "Sure! And we'll live happily ever after in our tree house here like Tarzan, Jane and Boy!" "Exactly! We don't need anything or anybody to give us permission! Fuck 'em!" Then she stood up abruptly and looked down at me. "You've got a lot of fancy ideas, Mr. Macho, but this is MY baby!" she stated firmly, her belly looming over me, "And I'm going to make the decisions for it!" Then she put her clothes back on. "Come back tomorrow and we'll talk about it some more." she said before she walked away, her ass cheeks bouncing out from under her cut-off jeans. I sat there stunned and dazed by this whole turn of events and my mind began to leap wildly from thought to thought. Could she really have been a virgin, I wondered? Perhaps some people are just born to fuck like experts! And yes, I had knocked her up, but hadn't I been rightfully provoked? And why had I asked her to marry me?!! Was I really in love with her? And why couldn't I stop thinking about her? Was it just fascination? It went on and on... That evening I couldn't get her scent out of my head as I tossed around in bed. I saw flashes of her body; her overgrown pit hair, her perfectly shaped tits, her dark butt crack. She had knocked me out twice, once with her fist and once with her smothering ass cheeks and now I felt like I was being knocked out again by these lingering images. My mind became hazy and I drifted off, only to find she had followed me into my dreams... I was waiting for her at the same spot in the woods. When I saw her approaching in the distance I wasn't sure if it was her. She was wearing a short summer dress and walking in a self-consciously erect and delicate way. As she got closer I saw that she had washed herself well and put her hair in braids. She walked right up to where I was sitting on a stump and put her hands on my shoulders. I looked up at her as if she were a vision. My hands moved to the backs of her legs and then traveled up slowly under the loose cotton of the dress. She was naked beneath it. I let my hands continue over the coolness of her hips before I entered into the dress itself. Then her body became the earth and the dress a shelter rippling overhead. I crawled toward the swelled mound of her stomach but then realized I was too small and weak to reach the top. When I returned the next day a woman I assumed was Mary Ann's mother approached me as I waited in the woods. She was rough-hewn with wild hair like her daughter, but she possessed none of her daughter's prettiness. The look in her eye said trouble. "You that Dane guy?" she asked with a twang of belligerence in her voice. "Yes." I replied, knowing that that was a confession in and of itself. "So you're the bastard who raped my little girl and knocked her up?" she accused. This was the last person I wanted to see and the last question I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell her I'd beaten her daughter in a fair fight and had taken as good as I had given, but that wouldn't have won me much sympathy. So I lied. "It was just a friendly wrestling match that turned sexual." I countered. "So you sayin' my little girl's a slut?!" "No... I..." "I oughta cut your fuckin' nuts off, you little rapin' fuck!" she continued, her anger seemingly coming to a head. "It was an accident that just happened. I'm sorry." I tried to explain to her rather lamely. "An accident!" she yelled, before delivering a straight kick to my stomach and knocking me down. As I sat there struggling to get my breath back I knew there was nothing I could say or do to defend myself so I just stayed down. But she had other plans. She grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and I let her pull me up. "We're goin' back to the house to straighten this whole thing out." she announced. As she pushed me along by the collar toward the house, I tried to imagine what was possibly waiting for me there. Perhaps Mary Ann would be there and we would be able to explain the whole thing to her or perhaps the men folk would all be there to pummel me into compost? When we got to the backdoor of the house she shoved me inside and told me to take a seat at the kitchen table. Then she stood over me menacingly and laid down the law. "Okay, here's the deal," she began, "it's called the law of the woods. You rape one of mine, I rape one of yours. You understand?" "No, what are you talking about?" I said, hoping she wasn't talking about what I thought. "Eye for an eye. You know about that? You read the bible?" she asked. Now I understood where Mary Ann had gotten all her man hate. "And if that's not okay with you we can always call the police." she continued. Now my stomach was feeling queasy, partly from her threat and partly from the mixture of baby shit and hickory smoke in the air. "Well?" she pressed, "What's it gonna be?" I'm not sure how I ended up in her bedroom. I just seemed to come to in her bed on all fours. It might have been the ass slaps that brought me back to consciousness... "How's it feel to have a dick in your ass, Raper?" she mused as she pushed the huge dildo deep into me. If my ass hadn't already been broken in by Mary Ann, I might have passed out from the pain. It turned out the old bitch was a real sadist. Sex had nothing to do with physical pleasure for her. It was the psychological pleasure she derived from another person's suffering. She fucked me from her knees, surging up with that strap-on that I knew all too well with surprisingly strong thrusts, watching for my winces each time. Then she came down with a roundhouse ass slap that cracked so loud it sounded like a whip. I jumped from the blow and then groaned as I struggled to weather another full out anal assault. "Oh yeah! You're gettin' it good now!" she exclaimed joyfully. Knowing she was really enjoying my pain I tried to give her what she wanted. "Please! No more! I can't take it anymore!" I cried to goad her. "Oh you're sorry now, ain't you! You ain't such a big man no more!" she called out excitedly. Her fucking was killing me, but I had somehow managed to remove myself from my body to a large degree. Either that or my ass had just gone numb. "Look at that sweet little ass getting fucked!" she shouted as she was starting to climb to a new plateau. Her thrusts were getting shorter and more fitful now. "I wanna hear you whine like a girl! she commanded as she leaned over me, her sweat dripping onto my back and ass. Then she surprised me with another roundhouse ass slap and I cried like the baby she wanted me to be. "OOOH yeah, that ass is sorry now!" she shouted as she strained to read the pain on my face. I was moaning now for real as she became wilder. I had to get her off soon or she was going to poke a hole through my rectum. "Please I'll never do it again! I was so wrong to fuck your daughter's little cunt! I'll never go near another cunt as long as I live! Please, believe me!" I yelled. "Never, ever, fuck another pussy again?!" she said shakily. "No, my ass will be too sore to fuck ever again!" I insisted. "Oh Yeah! Too sore to fuck ever again!" she shouted as she went over the edge. "Ahhhh yes! Ohhh Jesus!" she cried as her thrusting slowed to weak pushes. I still don't understand how a sadist actually gets off, but somehow she had climaxed from the sight and sound of all my suffering. She unstrapped herself from her "man wrecker" and then stood beside the bed looking down at my prone body, the dildo still buried inside of me. Her eyes had a weird gleam of satisfaction. As I tried to reach back and remove the foul fuck tool, she baulked. "Don't touch that, Raper!" she commanded, "I wanna keep this picture in my memory." Then I heard the back screen door slam. "Momma?" came Mary Ann's voice. "In here, Darlin'." the mother called out. Mary Ann appeared at the bedroom door a moment later as I laid there on my stomach looking pale and dazed. She saw immediately the destruction Momma's trusty strap-on had wrought. "Momma! You promised!" she protested. "I promised I wouldn't kill 'em!" her mother corrected. Mary Ann walked to the side of the bed and stood next to her mother. "I wish you had told me. I wanted to take him to the island in the lake today." Mary Ann commented casually, her five month belly popping cutely from beneath her tube top. Then she reached down humanely and pulled the family's instrument of sodomy carefully from my ass. "Sorry Dane," Mary Ann apologized, "momma gets in these moods and then someone always ends up getting their butt worked." "Well he had it comin' after what he done!" her mother retorted. I continued to lay there motionless, my mind reeling from the weirdness of the circumstances. My body was limp and I had no will to rise. "Honey, get me one of them diapers." her mother suddenly commanded. "What are you gonna do, momma?" Mary Ann asked wearily. "Can't you see it, Honey. He wants to be our baby boy!" she said. "Momma, no!" Mary Ann pleaded. "I know what I'm doin', Child. Get movin'" Mary Ann left and returned with a large diaper and helped her mother prepare me. I laid there looking up at them passively as they put lotion on my ass and then wrapped the diaper up and around me. "You see, Honey. This is what he wants. He probably didn't even know it himself!" she observed, "Go fetch me one of your brother's milk bottles." Mary Ann did as she was told and soon her mother was pushing the nipple of a baby bottle full of sour milk into my mouth. I sucked on it indifferently, unable to raise the slightest protest. "Look! He's one of them sissy boys, Honey. Can't you see?" her mother continued, amused, "All he wants is a momma and a babysitter!" I laid there eagerly sucking down that sour milk being feed to me, watching and listening to them as they talked about me. I was oddly disconnected from it all and strangely more content than I had ever been, feeling all the surrender and dependency of a infant child. Her mother put her hand on my forehead and began to use baby talk on me. "Look how cute my little diaper boy is!" she said patronizingly. "But momma, we had started a relationship! He even told me he loved me!" Mary Ann insisted. "Honey, you have to trust your momma! This guy ain't good for nothing but diapers!" "So we're gonna have nothing but a bunch of babies around here!" Mary Ann replied angrily, "Why does this always happen to me!" Then she stormed out and I heard her bedroom door slam. But weirdly all I wanted to concentrate on was the taste of my sour milk and the feel of her mother's hand on my padded rear end! I must have drifted off to sleep for a few hours after that because when I awoke the house was still. I got up and looked around for my clothes unsuccessfully before quietly exiting into the backyard. Wearing only the diaper they had put me in, I walked down to the lake to look for Mary Ann. By chance I found her sitting on the dock, meditating on the rippling, blue water. When she noticed me she turned away again and put her head down. "She's ruined it." she said, "She always finds a way. She has this power to see people as they really are." "Bullshit!" I said, "I just wanted to make her happy so she wouldn't call the cops." "Really? So why are you standing here wearing a diaper?" she shot back. "Because she took my fucking clothes!" "Admit it, you liked it when she turned you into her little baby. I saw your face as you sucked on that bottle!" "I let her diaper me and fuck me with that evil thing she has because I want to be with you, damn it! Don't you get it, she was going to have me arrested just to break us up!" I tried to touch her but she pulled away. "I can't stop thinking and dreaming about you." I confessed to her, "You're the only woman I've ever felt this way about. "Please, don't lose faith in me." I reached out again and this time she turned around and looked at me sternly. "You were the first one I let in." she said, "I hope you realize that. You don't know how hard I had to fight to keep my virginity...against my older brothers...against their friends. "Oh Mary Ann, I'll never let you down!" I promised her, as I took her in my arms. I went to kiss her and she bit my lip purposely. "But I want you to stay away from my mother! Do you hear?!" she warned, pointing her finger at me, "She's a witch!" "Yeah, I found out." I replied with a wince. Then she reached down and felt the underside of my diaper. "Are you wet?" she asked. The moment she said it I realized I was. "It's okay," she comforted as she lead me by the hand, "just come down here to the water and I'll wash you." In the shallows she took my diaper off and had me squat down. Then she used sand to scrub my ass, working her hand under and forward to my hanging parts. With her in this position I was close to her hanging parts as well and I soon had them freed from the tube top so I could watch them turning circles in their unrestrained and newly swollen state. Her aroma was there as well, calling to me. When I arose from the water my cock was as stiff as an I-beam. She pushed me back to the shore when she saw it. Then she had me lay down on the wet sand as she sat on my thighs and squeezed my sizable member with a fascinated expression. Her scent was all I could process at that point and I needed to get more of it, so I had her shift around and put her ass down on my face again in order to live in the concentrated heaven of her butt musk. She stayed there squatting over me as I furrowed around her cut-off jeans straight into her naked sex. I licked it with zeal and sucked it with diligence, all the while taking in the rich aroma of her ass which was pressed firmly over my nose. But this time I would not lose consciousness. I would be fully aware this time as she was now stroking my shaft and lubing it with her spit. How a virgin could have been turned into a sexual expert so quickly is beyond me, because she was jacking me off with the mastery of a hot house masseuse. The only question now was: Who was going to hold out longer? I've always prided myself in my discipline but I only narrowly won the war this time as I made her lose concentration first and give herself over to her cunt's quivering need. She hit several high vocal notes as four or five waves of pent up ecstasy coursed through her. In spite of the fact that some people across the lake had heard her and where calling to us, I mounted her immediately and humped her smelly fuck hole right there in front of them. We were both oblivious to everything else as my cock released into her after only a half dozen frantic thrusts. What did we care if we were watched by the PTA! I was the father of her child and our blood and destinies were intertwined. Afterwards we walked through the woods naked together holding hands like Adam and Eve. In the weeks to come we met and stayed in the woods as Mary Ann's belly grew bigger. We ran about naked like forest nymphs, climbing trees and jumping logs. These romps were strenuous and we would ultimately fall to the ground panting and sweating together before fucking in the open. I loved the sight and feel of her erupting body, especially while I was inside her. I clung to her newly engorged tits greedily as I took her, knowing I was the one who had set the process in motion. She even started breast feeding her baby brother to keep him quiet when we took him to the lake. Little did he know he had my fertile balls to thank for his supplemental milk. Then one day she wasn't there to meet me and didn't show up even after I waited. The next day was the same. Soon I began to suspect that this was a plot by her mother, an evil plan to put an end to us. Unable to stand it anymore I went to her house after a week and knocked forcefully on the door. Her mother answered. "Well, well, if it ain't diaper boy himself!" she cracked disdainfully. "I'm here to see Mary Ann." I asserted, "Is she here?" "No sir, she went to stay with her cousin for a while. Can I give her a message for you?" she offered. "She didn't say anything to me about going to see a cousin." I challenged. Her mother took a deep drag from her cigarette and blew it into my face. "Now why would I lie to a nice fella like you?" she replied. "Mary Ann?! Are you here?!" I called into the house. No reply came. "You see, she ain't here. She won't be back till next week." the mother continued. The thought of her being away for another week made my guts sick. Her mother must have seen it in my face. "Hey, you don't look too good. Why don't you come in and have some tea." she offered, seemingly concerned. I was ready to leave but the gut punch of that news had weakened me. "Sure, I can stay for a cup, I suppose." I replied. I took a seat as she boiled the water. Then I tried to make responsible sounding small talk. "I should be done with my BA in a few years." I told her proudly, "Then I plan to use my scholarship to go to grad school." "Oh really." she replied, "Well schoolin' is always good!" She poured the tea and sat down next to me. "You know I have to tell you," she began, "I love bein' a mother!" "Oh?" "Yes, and I love babies! The whole thing! You know what I mean?" she gushed. "Well, no, not really." I said, smiling at the irony since Mary Ann seemed to do all her childrearing. "You know, the feedin' and the changin', wipin' them little butts!" she continued. She was going somewhere with this I realized at that moment. "Like the time you was here last and we put you in a diaper and I fed you from the bottle... I just love that!" "Oh well, it's good to be nurturing!" I replied in complete discomfort. When she saw me start to squirm she seemed to get excited. "I'll be right back." she said before getting up and leaving the kitchen. She returned seconds later with a baby bottle filled with an amber-colored liquid and pulled my head into her body, cupping my jaw in her hand. "I know what you need. Don't be shy, Darlin'." she said. I tried to repel her attempts to put the nipple in my mouth but she pinched my nose until I was forced to open up. Once the nipple was in, the salty, apple juice tasting fluid dribbled into my mouth freely. "Shhh," she commanded as she looked down into my eyes, "Just take your bottle, baby boy." My mind told me to resist but my body wanted her to hold and feed me forever. "Come with me, baby." she said as she guided me to my feet. She pressed her hand up into the crack of my ass as she walked me into the living room. "My baby needs his diaper changed, don't he." she said with her countrified English. Each thing she said made me weak and excited. It was like she was reading this part of me that had long been hidden. All I wanted was to be under her care and command, reduced to my elemental self. She had me lay down on the stained coil rug and then pulled my pants and underwear off and saw that my cock was already hard. She went and got her baby stuff and started rubbing my ass with a baby wipe as she held my legs up and back. "This butt of yours is a little bit sweaty and smelly!" she announced. When she applied the baby lotion she straddled me and worked it into my ass crack well, then up onto my balls and cock, rubbing it from the base to the head in slow strokes. Suddenly I was thinking about fucking her, as nasty as she was. I was breathing hard and shaking as she kept rolling that lotion over my spring board dick. Finally she slipped a one piece, underwear-like diaper on me and I looked down and noticed my cock was still peeking out from the top. Once again Mary Ann's mother had managed to get me into a diaper and this time in the middle of the living room floor! The thought of Mary Ann walking in on this scene entered my mind, but I quickly pushed it out of my head. Yes, I was breaking my promise to her to stay away from her mother, but my intentions going there had been good. It was really her mother's fault. The Wild Woman of Wesley Woods I'm not sure if she put something wicked in the apple juice she fed me in that bottle, but soon my heart was starting to pound in my throat. Then I started to wonder what her twat would be like to mount and slide into as I lay there being bottle fed. She must have been waiting for it because she didn't seem too surprised when I got up and started to climb onto her. The bottle fell but she reached into her bag and put a pacifier into my mouth just as I slid my diaper down enough to expose my rock hard prick. I yanked her well-traveled underwear off rudely and penetrated the wild-haired witch in a rush of fuck lust. Her pussy was looser but as muscular and moist as her daughter's. I was soon convinced it was the best pussy I had ever fucked. She seemed to be turned on by the idea of fucking a man she had reduced to babyhood. She encouraged me in a taunting way. "Does the baby love his momma's pussy?" she kept asking as she made pouting faces at me. The pacifier forced me to verbalize like an infant as I pounded her with no control. My cock had become ultra sensitive. "Is my baby's big cock gonna fill momma up?" she asked as she began to pull me into her cunt by the back of my diaper. I let out a stifled, breathless grunt, and just as I did, the cold water of Mary Ann's voice broke over me like a wave. I turned my head and saw her condemning face in tears over my shoulder, but I continued pushing myself into her mother all the same. The whole thing had been a set up. "Couldn't stay away, could you, Dane." Mary Ann spat out harshly, "I guess momma was right about you being a sleazy fuck!" After this she turned and stormed out of the house. There was nothing I could do at that point, but look down at her mother who was smiling in victory and still urging me on. "You can't stop now, baby. You're almost there!" she prodded. I knew she was right. I was up to my neck in that witch's pussy and too far along to break rhythm now. My fucking became shorter and faster. "Yes baby, come for momma!" she exhorted, "Come on!" She had one hand gripping the back of my diaper now like a rodeo bull rider, pulling me into her wet hole as her eyes rolled back in her head. My pumping became more urgent. "Yes, that's it baby, come for me!" she said, "Come...come..." A low whining groan rose in me and became gradually louder. I was on the edge of a cliff and powerless to stop my fatal plunge. Finally my shaking body had to release its grip on the ledge. Her dirty, old, played out twat had conquered me. I bit down on the pacifier nipple and felt the rocket rise up from my balls and out through my throat. "Uh Uh Uh Uhhhhhhhh!!!" My muffled cry sounded before shifting into short, bestial grunts as my cum unloaded into her. When the last pulsation in my prostate was resolved, I pulled my dripping prick out of her and got up to find my clothes, but of course they were nowhere to be seen. She had beaten me again, but I didn't care. She laid there on the floor dripping like a sewer pipe, staring up at me with a strangely elated expression. "You're a good fuck, but you ain't never gonna have my daughter again." she stated matter of factly. I tried to think of something to say to her but I was too tired and sick. So I simply pushed my soaked cock back into my diaper and ran out to find Mary Ann. I went down to the lake first and then checked our favorite spots in the woods, but had no luck. "Mary Ann!" I called through my cupped hands and then waited and listened. I guessed that she might be watching me from a tree, but then I heard the faint sound of crying. I moved quietly toward the sound and finally spotted her. When I walked up to her she seemed to look right through me. "Well, she was right." she began, still sniffling, "a man can never be depended on." "I went there to find you! I was worried! You disappeared!" I said in my own defense. "Don't you get it, Dane. With men the diapers never come off. She proved that today. You're just a bunch of grown babies looking around for the next hole to fuck." she continued, "That's why I pray my baby is a girl." "Wait a minute, weren't you the one who fucked me first!" I countered. "Yeah, I wanted to teach you a lesson. I wanted you to see how a woman feels. I was jealous seeing you with those other girls here and I was mad about the way you treated them. So I fucked you and let you fuck me that day because I thought it was right." "And it proved that we were meant to be together!" I insisted. "No, it proved that we were good sex partners. That's all, Dane. Now get the hell out of here." she ordered in a strangely calm way. "I'm not gonna let her fucking ruin our life together!" I yelled. "Dane, leave now." she said again, this time leveling her intense, brown eyes at me. That's when I fell to her feet and started crying. I kissed her dirty toes and caressed her ankles. "Please don't make me go!" I pleaded, blubbering and slobbering on her feet. She got up to walk away but I clung to her leg. "Mary Ann, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" I buried my face in her crotch like children do when they want the shelter and security of their mother. My cock had risen out of the diaper again. I looked down at it and showed it to her. "You see, every time I see you or think of you I get aching hard. It's all for you!" I told her. "You just had that thing in my mother's cunt, Dane! It's still wet!" she said in disgust. "Please Mary Ann, I've missed you so much this week!" That's when she turned and looked down at me with pity. "Okay Dane, stand up and pull down your diaper." I did as she instructed and my cum-glazed, nine inch cock bounced out pole-like in front of me. "You know how much I love your cock, Dane. That's why it's so hard for me to see it stuck deep in the cunts of other women." she said as she knelt down in front of me. She tapped it up and down with her finger and then gripped it and rolled her tongue around on the tip. I stood there shaking, waiting for the moment she would wrap her lips around it and slide it into her mouth. She made sure I was looking into her eyes when the moment came. I watched her lips swallow me, my cock carried into her mouth like an hors d'oeuvre on top of her tongue. I closed my eyes as she slow fucked me with the muscles of her mouth, pulling me in deeper. Then I felt her teeth clinch down on me lightly and then firmer. "Careful!" I said nervously. But my words had no effect on the bite pressure she was exerting on my member. "Hey! That hurts!" I said again. Then I felt her teeth cut into me. I let out an agonized scream. "Ahhhhh fuck!!" I shouted, grabbing my cock as she quickly retreated. "What did you do to me?!" "I put you into retirement!" she said as she started to walk away, "That's for asking me to suck her dick with my mother's poon still on it!" Blood began to stream down my dick as it quickly shrank back to its flaccid state. "Now when it thinks of me your cock will think of pain," Mary Ann quipped as she headed back towards the house, "your problem is solved." As I fumbled to put the diaper back on and pursue her, I saw her mother in the distance walking through the woods with two policemen in tow. "There he is!" she shouted, pointing to me. After a short foot pursuit I was wrestled to the ground and handcuffed by the male officer as the female officer choked me with her baton. Mary Ann and her mother were waiting when they brought me back to the patrol car. "Is this the man who assaulted you ma'am"? the officer asked. "Yes, that's him." her mother confirmed. "That's a fucking lie! She invited me in and seduced me! Tell them Mary Ann!" I shouted. "Well, Miss Kamargian, is that true?" the cop asked. Mary Ann stood silent for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, that's the man who attacked my mother." she corroborated without looking up. "Mary Ann, why are you doing this?! Tell them! Mary Ann!" I shouted as they pushed me into the car, the front of my diaper already stained with blood. "I'm the one who was assaulted, not them! She tried to bite my dick off!" I continued to rant as they drove me away. That day doctors had to put ten stitches in my penis to stop the bleeding. But Mary Ann's teeth marks remained long after the stitches were removed. Epilogue Six months after my arrest I was convicted of one count of rape and one count of forced oral copulation. In court Mary Ann testified I had stalked her for months before forcing my way into their home and attacking her mother and then her. In the papers she was portrayed as the heroic daughter who had saved her homespun mother from the fiendish pervert. Later Mary Ann gave birth to a little girl with bright red hair and subsequently it was proven that I was not the father of the baby after all. In a letter to me afterwards she admitted that the real father must have been Mr. McCall, a red-headed, middle-aged man from the neighborhood who'd been just one of the many men she'd raped after she lost her virginity to me that day. It seems that when she failed to hear from me immediately after that, her man-hate had reached new lows. I did, however, prove to be the father of the baby Mrs. Karmagian gave birth to nine months after the "attack". People who saw the infant said it had my eyes with the trademark Karmagian wild and thick, wavy hair. The thought of that baby always makes a nausea rise in me. The idea of my child coming out of that witch's slack fuck hole, the thought of that evil bitch being the mother of my offspring, it all haunts me. That child is lost to me now, as is Mary Ann. Such are the pitfalls of prideful egos and stifled human desires. But I know a lot more about myself now than I did when I met Mary Ann Karmagian in the woods that day. Gone is the sports stud image I used to have of myself. I've discovered my true identity is that of a gentle man who desires to be held by a woman who understands his needs. And someday when they release me I'll find that special woman and she'll pamper me and guard me from all the harsh realities of this strange and unjust world. The Wild Woman We fucked gently in the firelight, kissing and laughing. She stiffened, finally, and I felt her cunt squeezing my cock. I moved, finally, thrusting gently into her, helping her prolong her orgasm. She relaxed, and lay her head on my chest, staring into the embers. I stroked her until we both fell asleep, my dick still inside her. We awoke in the dark, after how long I did not now. The fire was out completely, the freshening breeze that kept it from killing us was now cold on our naked skins. Our cave man adventure was a little too realistic now. I fumbled for the flashlight on my clothes and sat up. "What an incredible night. We'd better go before you get in trouble, hon." Mary Alice smiled at me in the light, and ran her fingers back through her hair, a hand on each side of her head with her elbows up and jutting out. This lifted her breasts erotically. I bent to suck on them, and she let me for a while, then stopped me when I moved to do more. We got dressed and crawled out. "Uh-oh," I said as we got near the last bends of the tunnel. "That's daylight in front of us. We slept throught the night. What's your old man going to say?" "Nothing. I told him I was visiting Karen for the night. I think he's glad that I like women, because then he doesn't have to fuck me as often. So he doesn't complain when I go over there." She paused, and looked at me slyly. "Karen tells her husband she's staying with me, sometimes. I think you'd like Karen, if you don't mind tall blond and skinny." I gave her a non-committal "Hmmm. Right now I'm interested in a wild cave woman. You should see your hair.". We drove to my place, where we had breakfast and civilized sex in the shower. I took her to Karen's and said good bye. The next weekend was going to be exciting. Karen likes camping, too.