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The Bear

By: BigWig69



I could hardly breath, his thick forearm, pressing hard on the back of my neck, driving my face into the sanitized cotton pillow at the hotel room near the airport. An inconspicuous place full of the unfaithful searching for anonymity, lust and release from the humdrum of their lives. Looking for the gratitude and love that was in short supply in a world too busy for the frailties and subtleties of human emotions. 

My body was drenched in sweat, mine and his, as he pistoned his thick bear cock in and out of my willing ass. I humped and ground in sync with his muscular ministrations, willing his engorged tool, thick and warm with blood and lust deep into my soft, smooth rose petal ass, that I had so painstakingly shaven smooth as silk earlier that night.

I followed his instructions to the letter, because he owned me now. Of that I was certain. I had given up control months ago, mailing back and forth, desperate, in a heat so strong it blinded me to reality and common sense and left me trembling, weak, overcome with animal lust, a willing slave to be beckoned and controlled, fucked senseless whenever he desired. I spent a good hour in the tub, shaving my legs completely smooth, parting my ass and shaving all over, a pseudo Brazilian, my balls and shaft shaved clean and close.

I timed it to the minute so that I would be smooth when he picked me up in the hotel bar. I packed my bag carefully, the lingerie list he had given me was explicit and detailed and I wanted everything to be perfect. If I screwed up, he would beat me, not that I minded, but his size and strength were scary. Deep down, I wanted to be beaten, slapped, spanked, my balls squeezed and punched, wrestled, choked, battered into a orgasmic state of complete surrender. I wanted him to be happy and turned on by my carefully manufactured metamorphosis into a feminine object of carnal desire, but more than that I wanted him to own me. 

We walked without talking to the elevator up to our room, where wordlessly he opened the door and stepped confidently inside, his towering, muscular frame filling the doorway.

"Get dressed and come out here", he sneered with a twisted grin on his face, that said he owned me and intended to hurt me with desire tonight.

I stepped into the bathroom to get ready for him. In my bag was a kit for an enema, wipes, towels and lotions, in addition to expensive, silk lingerie from England, exactly as he had specified. I wanted to be really clean, so I showered afterwards and cleaned myself inside and out, before putting on a light layer of powder to dry off before getting dressed.

I selected white for the lingerie, as I was turned on by the virginal aspects of it and being dominated for the first time, in a sense it was a loss of innocence. He had asked me to purchase a garter belt, stockings, gloves, a string g string, high heel shoes and a corset to wear on top. One that laced up in the back, so that he could tighten it and give my chest a semblance of cleavage. I had shaved my chest and armpit hair, so I was smooth everywhere, but a small, heart shaped patch of pubic hair above my shorn cock and balls. 

It looked sexy, like a pussy and would feel hot under my silky lingerie. The hair was cut back, so that it presented a sleek, low profile. I was in very good shape and had been working out a lot, to look good in the sheer stockings I had purchased. I had gone for a manicure and pedicure earlier and felt incredibly clean and sexy getting ready to be fucked by my bear.

He was big, 6'5' tall and 260 lbs of hard muscle. He was bald and had powerful shoulders, thighs and thick chest muscles that were carpeted in a nice patch of slightly greying hair. I checked myself over in the mirror and liked what I saw. I had applied a deep red lipstick and make-up on my face and eyes. I looked slutty and I liked it. The lingerie felt amazing and my cock was already rock hard from the sweet sensations of the silk and the dirty thoughts racing around in my mind.

I trailed a finger slowly and seductively up the back of my leg, twirling it around the soft, gentle curve of my shaved ass and slowly rubbed my asshole through the sheer thong. With my other hand, I twisted my corseted nipple that was protruding outwards in lust and bondage.

"Hurry your ass up or I'll come in there and drag you out."

Secretly I wanted that so I deliberated more, playing with my swollen cock and sensitive nipples. The door burst open and he stood there glowering in a lust induced rage. He stared for a long time, looking me up and down.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you tonight. You kept me waiting a long time and I'm not too happy about it, so you are going to get spanked, hard."

I just nodded, as he bent me over the sink and raised his hand slowly in the hair, then thwack, his hand cracked down hard through the air, smacking against my smooth ass.

I bent forward in pain, arching my back, my balls leaning into the countertop. He grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped my head back, swinging again, this time catching my balls. It really hurt, my ass and balls stinging. I loved it. He leaned into me, gripping my head hard, he whispered into my ear,

"Do you think I like waiting for you bitch?" I felt his hand slowly circling my hip, pushing the delicate lace of the silk white g string high on my hip. I shook my head.

"Speak bitch", he yelled pulling hard on my head, his hand reached forward, cupping both balls with ease. He had massive, strong hands that I loved.

"No, I don't think you like waiting."

He squeezed hard, pulling back my head so that I was looking up at the ceiling, back arched, legs and body twitching from the enormous pressure on my balls.

"No Sir"

"No Sir", I said breathlessly

"Louder bitch", his hand squeezing even harder lifting my nuts up into my stomach my head wrenched at an impossible angle, I felt my head spinning like I was going under.

"No Sir", I yelled with my last reserves

He threw me down on the floor. I lay there panting, shaking.

He sat on my buttocks, and begin tightening the laces on the corset. If you think this is too tight, too bad", he said laughing. He drew the strings so tight I could barely breath.

"Is that tight"?

I shook my head yes and laughing he drew the strings even tighter. My whole upper cavity was squeezed so tight I could barely breath.

"How's that? Is it too tight"?

I was afraid to answer in case I said the wrong thing, so I guessed and got lucky.

"It's only tight if you think so, sir", I yelled out loud with my last reserves of breath.

He flipped me on my back and in the same motion stepped on my balls, slowly putting his weight on me.

"I think that you and I should go into the room and you can show me how sorry you are. What do you think", he said smiling at me.

"Let me try to make it up to you sir", I gasped as he stood tall putting his 260 lb weight on my balls. The pain was enormous, but my cock was bursting with carnal lust. I loved being the submissive little slut for him. 

He reached down and grabbed me by the hair pulling me up and over his shoulders. His hand was quickly on my ass, squeezing and kneading my firm cheeks, rubbing my sweet rose through the thin strands of my thong.

He walked into the room with me draped over his shoulder, my ass being rubbed furiously, burning from the friction of his thick middle finger. He threw me on the bed and went to sit down on the large armchair in the room.

"Get me a drink and bring it over to me."

He had told me what he liked and how he liked it, so I slid off the bed and went over and mixed his vodka martini. I walked over to him, sitting in the large chair, massive legs spread wide upon, a beast waiting for his prey.

He was wearing nothing but high cut, cotton Calvin Klein's, his big balls bulging out of the underwear, cock thick and massive stretching the combed cotton to it's limit. His chest was thick and defined, covered in grey streaked curls, sweet nipples protruding out of the thick forest of chest hair that I dreamed of running my fingers through and lying on after a night of hard sex. 

I brought him his drink and stood in front of him, waiting as he sipped it slowly, watching me the whole time over the top of his glass. He nodded slowly and placed the half drained glass on the night stand adjacent to the tall lamp illuminating his rugged features and smoothly shaved head. He lifted one thick finger and motioned me forward.

Both of his powerful hands cupped my smooth ass, as he pulled my balls and cock into his face, rubbing his bristly face all over my aching cock and balls. On the night stand was a jar of lube. I watched as he dipped a finger in the jar and pulled out a healthy dollup of lube. His hand parted my thighs, slipping past the thin string, and slowly circled my puckered rose. I shuddered and moaned, bucking and arching. Any touch on my asshole made me crazy with lust, completely out of control.

He slowly inserted his thick finger and curled it tight pulling me forward and back, splayed on his finger like a caught prey. Gasping I grasped his head just behind his ears and leaned into his soft, full lips kissing him deeply as his finger spiraled deep into my ass, pushing me up onto my toes, our tongues entwined, his finger pushed hard into my prostate rubbing back and forth over the firm nub. I was shaking with lust, and close to coming from his touch, when he pulled out and dipped another finger in the jar of lube. Soon he had two fingers up there, then three, then four tapered into a pointed chisel that was driving into my hole, deep and wide. 

I was gasping, moaning and panting with wild lust as he slipped my cock out of the g-string and into his manly mouth, taking me all the way down my shaft, brushing against my soft pubic heart.

His lips were like velvet and his tongue like a clever serpent, snaking around my shaft and head,slowly licking and tweaking my delicate skin underneath my swollen head, gently pulling and sucking on the blood rich head of my now ready to explode cock.

His hand was literally lifting me off of my feet while his mouth was turning my cock into a raging hot, shaft of fire and then he bit down hard on the end of my cock while driving his hand up deep into my stretched ass. He pushed me back as I writhed in pain from his vicious bite on my cock. 

My eyes were watering, as he leapt to his feet and grasping me by the neck threw me back onto the bed. In a second he had leapt upon me knees astride my chest, his bulging manhood against the top edge of my corset. I lay there quivering, a horny scared slut, waiting to be fucked.

I stared shaking into his eyes that were blazing with a fiery lust. He was a man possessed and I his willing slut, waited anxious to be fucked into oblivion. His big balls were pressed against my chin, the soft, combed cotton of his Calvin's soft against my face. I could smell the powerful musk emanating from his beautiful, full balls and thick cock. He had my arms pinned and he just stared deeply into my eyes, burning into me, possessing me.

He slowly slid backwards, balls rolling over my corset and sliding seductively over my aching cock and balls, he moved back and forth grinding his cock against my silk clad cock. He leaned into me and kissed me hard, biting my lips and tongue, driving his tongue deep into my throat, sucking and licking my tongue and lips. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going to come when, sensing this he stopped and rolled off of me.

"When you come, it'll be in my mouth, or you'll get hurt. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes sir", I said nodding slowly. 

He stood in front of me, 6' 5" of massive bald, bear. He took his underwear off and I got a look at his glorious cock. It wasn't long, about 7 inches, but it was thick. He had a massive set of juicy balls, and a nice thick carpet of hair around his cock. His balls were shaved and a sweet pink color. I loved white cock.

I dreamed of cupping his beautiful balls in my hand, delicately caressing and sucking them like fine jewels. He walked around the bed and grabbing me by the hair, fed his cock slowly into my willing mouth. I lay on my side, slurping and sucking on his thick cock. I heard him moan and it made me work even harder, worshipping his beautiful tool.

He pulled hard on my hair and began pumping in and out fucking my mouth. I writhed and thrashed, a little bitch in heat, sucking and humping, desperate for a hand on my cock, something in my ass. He reached over me and began twisting my nipples, hard. I gasped in pain, momentarily losing grip on his raging tool with my horny little mouth. I felt his rage as he drove his cock into my mouth, gagging on it's girth and depth as he twisted both nipples hard side to side. They were burning hot and my balls ached for release from this sexual cataclysm.

He pulled out and flipped me on my belly. He took a pair of handcuffs and chained my hands to the bed.

"This pretty little ass looks like it wants to get licked, spanked, whipped, then fucked. What do you say to that bitch whore!"

I nodded afraid to speak.

I felt his hands on my silky smooth ass gently parting my firm cheeks. I had been working out like mad to get ready for this night. The first sensation was his hot breath on my smooth rose. I shuddered when his tongue gently flickered over my puckered asshole. He slowly swirled his tongue around pulling me wider for his sweet and gentle ministrations. 

I was burning hot with desire, dressed like a slut in a corset and stockings my string thong pushed to the side, balls wrapped in silk, my giant of a man, licking my sweet hole into a feverish state. I felt his tongue pushing into my hole, opening me up. His finger slid in and swirled around the opening spreading me wide for his probing tongue. I spread my legs as wide as I could and arched up for him. His tongue drove into my hole and my ass bucked and my body shuddered with an ancient ache. 

I'd been dreaming of this for years. He pulled my ass into his face and began licking and sucking my hole like a candied treat. I was sure I was going to cum any minute when without warning and seeming to sense that I was losing it, he stopped sucking my ass and exploded his hand in a flurry of vicious smacks against my buttocks. 

I lost count at 20 and began to cry in pain. My ass was burning and the intensity of his attack seemed to increase.

Finally he stopped and I lay there whimpering, tears streaming down my face. He pulled back on my hair and gently kissed my tear strewn face.

"I;m just getting warmed up, hope you're not tired,"

laughing he pushed my face back into the pillow. I heard a zipping sound and him reaching into a bag and pulling out a number of different things.

I heard it before I felt it. A sharp whistling sound, then the stinging thwack of a leather riding crop. I screamed in pain as he whipped it five times more through the air against my ruby red ass.

I was shaking from the pain now, as he stopped again and switched. I had no idea what was coming and with a whirring sound, a Cat-of-nine-tails stung my ass.

He was waiting as I shivered and tried to choke back tears. I didn't want to cry, but the pain was incredible. Again a whirring sound and "SMACK" hard against my ass. My head started to swim and I felt like passing out or throwing up.

He stopped for a moment and seemed to be waiting for me to come around or so I thought.

A hard leather paddle whipped through the air and I screamed loud and hard before passing out. 

When I woke up I felt his fingers sliding in and out of my soaking wet ass. He had lubricated my ass with tons of slick Ky and his fingers sloshed in and out of my widened ass. I moaned in pleasure, until the pain from his brutal assault on my ass, crept into my consciousness and I felt myself going under again.

"Oh no you don't. Don't think you can pass out on me again you fucking wimp."

He pulled my legs wide apart and moved up in between my legs. I felt his thick head against my hole and in one quick movement he was inside me. 

I was impaled on his thick cock and loving every delicious inch. My ass was stretched nicely and it didn't hurt like I thought it would. I was a bit numbed from the beating he had administered anyway. He grabbed my shoulders and began driving his thick cock deep into my hole grunting and groaning like an enraged beast. 

His pace quickened and he began pumping widely, pushing me hard into the mattress. I felt his thick forearm across the back of my neck as he pumped madly, and then a huge groan and a thick, warm stream of cum flooded into my ass. 

I clenched tight and pushed back into him, trying to hold on to every sweet drop. He collapsed on top of me and I lay still under him, enjoying the enormous pressure on my body.

The Bear and His Cub



I received a text from the bear, late one night in summer. The message was simple and to the point. Meet me at my place. Shave your cock, balls, legs and ass and if I find a single hair, I'll spank you blue. Dress according to my instructions;

I want you wearing white nylons, tight, hip high. A white cotton thong, a super short plaid school girt skirt, green, black penny loafers, a tight white dress shirt-woman's, put on make-up and be prepared to be fucked hard. You will meet my friend, Kimu, we went to college and played ball together. He is 5'8"tall, 300 lbs of crazy ass, Japanese Samoan muscle. He has thick powerful thighs, a massive chest and arms, and the biggest, sweetest balls you have ever seen. His cock is thick, like a baseball bat and he loves to powerfuck. He'll make you beg for mercy and he can fuck all night long. Be prepared to have your ass owned by both of us.

I trembled with excitement at the prospect of being fucked by my beautiful bear and his incredibly hot friend. I was really turned on by Japanese men and loved the sense of mystery and danger that they brought to sex. I had never been with a Samoan, but their strength and sexual stamina were legendary. I knew it was going to be a long, painful, but beautiful ride. I went shopping and picked up everything he had asked for. It took a while to find everything in a size that would fit, but once I had it all together and on, I had to admit that I looked sexy and felt twice as horny as I looked. I took a long shower and shaved my self smooth all over. I took my time as I wanted to be super sleek and sexy in my little school girl dress. I shaved my legs, ass, balls, everywhere but a small, cute triangular patch of pubic hair. I shaved my chest, underarms, stomach everywhere. I looked like a sweet, little school girl slut.

I received directions to a motel way out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived at the designated time and made my way to room 6. I knocked three times, waited then did it again as instructed. I was told to bring a ball gag, blindfolds and told to wear a long blond wig, with bright red lipstick and full make-up on.

I walked into a dark room and felt the presence of two very large men in the room. Their body heat radiated towards me. I heard the bear's voice,

"Get on your knees slut and open your whore mouth!"

I dropped eagerly to my knees and heard the strike of a match penetrate the silence in the room. Candles were lit and emitted a warm radiant glow throughout the room. Standing in front of me was the most incredible specimen of man I had ever seen. Kimo was built like a football player. His legs rippled with massive muscle, huge quads and powerful calves. His chest was massive and carpeted in close shaven black, silky hair. He stood in front of me glaring at me like a lion stares at his prey. He had a raging hard on, his cock thick and veins bursting out of the tight, white spandex shorts he was wearing. They were short and sleek and his cock was ramrod straight and ready to fuck my sweet ass. 

"I kneeled, hungry for cock, waiting and trembling with anticipation. Kimo just glared, his muscular body coiled and rippling. He looked deep into my eyes and slowly his lips curled into a sadistic smile. Finally he spoke, 

"Crawl to daddy whore."

I immediately crawled forward and knelt in front of him, my mouth eagerly waiting millimetres from his glaring manhood. I could smell his beautiful musk emanating from plump, round balls and a baseball bat cock. 

"Take my shorts down with your mouth, whore"

I leaned in and caught the pungent door of his delicious musk emanating from his tight spandex shorts. I mouthed his thick globes with my soft, pouting and willing lips, gently pulsating against them, with soft and firm pressure. He moaned and grabbing me by the wig and hair pushed me hard into his thick cock and balls and started grinding against my nose and face. I felt weak with hunger and moaned grasping his beautiful buttocks and allowing him to hump my face. I heard him growl, 

"take em off with your teeth and keep your hands on my ass"

I leaned towards the waistband of the shorts and through persistent gnawing and twisting of my head, I finally got a grip on the shorts and begin pulling them down. It was hard work and I was sweating, drops trickling down my face, making it harder. I focused on squeezing and massaging his ass, when suddenly, i felt a large hand, moving my skirt slowly up my ass, and then,

"Whack", the bear smacked me so hard, my head coiled back snapping the waistband of Kimo's tight whites against that monster cock. He gasped and ripped my head down hard into his groin and yelled at me to finish. I was nervous and sweaty as the bear wasn't talking, but I could feel him behind me. I finally got the waistband past his thick cock and balls and began sliding it over his legs, that were thick and powerful. I was bent over, with the shorts down by his shins, when he lifted first one leg, then the over. I lifted my head to claim my prize of cock and balls, when the bear swung his hand up under my skirt and cupped my balls hard squeezing at the same time. 

I fell forward gasping, and Kimo grabbed my hair pulling me up. I was trembling with desire and soaking wet. I took my tongue and traced around his sweet, hot nuts with my tongue, while the bear applied increasing pressure to my balls. It was hurting and my stomach started to feel that imminent nausea that accompanies a knock or hard squeeze to the balls. Kimo grabbed my hair and guided his thick cock into my mouth. At the same time, the bear, slipped a lubed up finger past my thong and began rubbing around my smooth hole. I was Shaking with desire, when his finger rammed into my hole at the same time, Kimo's cock drove into my mouth and I came all over my soft white cotton thong. 

To be continued.



The Bear and the Campground Wedding



Virginia woke up excited to check her private inbox that morning. She was expecting to hear from her good friend Mindy who was due back in the States yesterday after a month long vacation in Europe. Where the heck did she leave that damn phone. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night on the couch with the TV still on, stumbling around for her panties. She had fallen asleep with her vibrator and hand held mirror again and forgot to check her email. Damn she needed a man.. Oh there it is. She flipped through her messages, and to her delight found one from Mindy. It read:

'Hey Virginia, 

I have exciting news to tell u. I can't tell u over email... Let's meet me at our fav place Fri nite.

Your impetuous friend,

Mindy.'

Well that was a bummer. She was hoping for something juicy to think about on her way to work. A story from Mindy normally qualified. But at least now she had something to look forward to. She considered the closing; it was a bit of an inside joke. Virginia had once called Mindy an impetuous little bitch during a fight. It had actually ended the fight, because Mindy had started laughing wanting to know what the fuck Virginia had called her. Hmm, Virgina wondered, what have you done now Mindy.

Finally Friday evening came, and Virginia met her BFF Caroline before heading over to the local IHOP. 

"I can't believe we still meet here," said Caroline.

"Well you know Mindy, she's always been fond of this place, ever since she got her first facial here in the men's stall back in 1980 whatever it was."

"She's so sentimental," quirked Caroline. 

Mindy met the girls out front. She was overdressed for pancakes.

"Guys, we aren't stopping in here tonight. Follow me, I'm driving," Mindy said.

"Mindy, it's great to see you too.. So, where are you taking us?" asked Virginia.

"You'll see!" said Mindy. 

Oh boy, here we go thought Virginia.

Confirming Virginia's fear, they rolled into the parking lot of 'The Y', met by a gleeful scream from Caroline.

"Mindy, when are you going to grow up?" asked Virginia.

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Mindy.

They walked in to the establishment where the three beautiful 40 somethings were treated like royalty. They had just sat down at a booth when three bottom-less girls showed up to greet them. 

"Hi Ladies, have you ate at the Y before?" they asked.

Mindy answered, "Well yes, we have, especially my friend Caroline here."

"Yeah, so tell me, how can I sample the fare?" Caroline asked, staring into the eyes of one of the strippers in particular.

"Sweetheart, you can do that right now. Ladies eat for free," the tall brunette said as she sat down in the booth and cozied up next to Caroline. 

Mindy and Virginia watched in surprise as their friend started making out with the young woman and groping her thighs. Her hand disappeared further below the table as the stripper spread her legs. 

Mindy mouthed to Virgina, "What's gotten in to her?"

Virginia just shrugged her shoulders and said, "I think they need to get a room." 

"That's a good idea," said the brunette, "You wanna come with me?"

Caroline looked at her friends who both gave her the evil eye. "Mmm, maybe later baby," said Caroline.

Their table had been gathering some attention from the local patrons, but now things started to die down. They were finally alone.

"So Mindy, why are we here reliving Caroline's college years?" asked Virginia.

"Well, I have big news, and this seemed like the right place, seeing as how there's no time to plan a real bachelorette party."

"Oh My God!" Caroline and Virginia shouted in unison.

"That's right, I'm getting married!" she said as she raised her hands and stomped her feet. 

There was a group hug, but the looks on Virginia's and Caroline's faces were that of utter shock. Neither one ever expected Mindy to tie the knot. She was a free spirit and had never been in a relationship as long as a year in her life.

"So Mindy, how could this be true?" asked Virginia as her eyes got a little puffy.

"Well you know how depressed I was before the vacation, right. I was just thinking I've had enough.. And Matt and I had such a great time. We talked about it a lot and thought it was right. He was completely in to the idea of it being kind of an open marriage, and when he officially popped the question I just said yes!"

"Wow Mindy, I guess we knew it would take something extra special for you to do it, sounds like you've found the perfect situation," said Caroline.

"Yeah, and guess what?" Mindy paused. "Our wedding is going to be in one month. And it's going to be a campground wedding weekend retreat!"

Virginia and Caroline were supposed to be cheering with her, but the word campground was like a splash of cold water. Campground? WTF was what they were both thinking.

"Yeah you know Matt is big time into the outdoors and camping, and I've been getting sucked into it. I was hesitant at first but after he described it, it felt right. Its going to be so much fun you guys." Mindy went on for a while describing how great it was going to be. Before long she had her friends warmed up to the idea.

"Now, you're not thinking of inviting Rhonda to the wedding are you?" Virginia asked.

"C'mon, you know I'm still friends with her, of course I'm inviting her. I'm not gonna dis her just cause you two never made up over Kent," Mindy replied.

"Yeah, like I'd ever make up with that bitch. Hello.. Recap.. that fat mouth slut stole my man by fucking lying about being pregnant... Ugh, she's so stupid, I can't believe they gave her a college degree," Virginia said.

Caroline added, "Yeah, that was awesome how you exposed that bitch. I still can't believe you did that. I definitely had the hots for you after that whole incident."

"Oooh, you two still hot and heavy?" Mindy asked with eyebrows raised.

It reminded everyone how Caroline had been back in her college days. She would have admitted to being bisexual then, but not anymore despite her display with the stripper. Virginia had only once ever kissed a girl, it had been Caroline, a few months after Kent dumped her - and Rhonda for that matter. Rhonda had tricked Kent into sleeping with her one night after a frat party. At least that's how Virginia saw it. A few weeks later Rhonda had told everyone that she was pregnant with Kent's baby. Kent was so sweet back then, but that whole experience had changed him. Virginia had been sure that Rhonda was lying about being pregnant; she knew Rhonda never forgot to take her birth control. So one night, after some drunken fun at the sorority house, they got Rhonda smashed (the bitch wasn't even supposed to be drinking). Once she was passed out, Virginia tried the hand in warm water trick, not knowing what would happen. But she had a pregnancy test ready, and sure enough Rhonda pissed all over the place, a few drops landing in the right place. Of course Rhonda was exposed as a liar to the whole sorority. It started a feud between the two that continued to this day. 

But now the party was on. Somehow the strippers had overheard the news, and those test tube shots kept showing up at their table, along with about every stripper who was working that night. It wasn't long before the three were in the back room taking turns with the girls. Virginia just watched at first, Caroline and Mindy getting dance after dance, each one getting more aggressive until they weren't really lap dances anymore. There were fingers and pussies, and rubbing and kissing. Eventually Virginia got horny and drunk enough that her panties were off too, and her tongue tasted stripper pussy for the first time. And it seemed like each of the three had a stripper sucking on their clits continuously. Virginia wondered if this was routine there at 'the Y'. Pussy was being eaten in both directions. One short brunette with a pierced clitoris got off so hard from Caroline's probing tongue that she squirted in her face. Caroline was loving it. By the end of the night the friends were taking turns with each others' cunts. It was probably good that none of them would have a great memory of what happened. They ended up in a taxi staggering into Virginia's apartment since it was the closest to the joint. They didn't remember anything after that, but they woke up in a kind of a triangle of long legs surrounded by Virginia's collection of dildos. 

It was an awkward start to the morning, even Mindy seemed a little abashed. But soon they were laughing together over coffee and trying to piece together what all had happened. Mindy finally admitted to setting up the fun beforehand; Virginia and Caroline had stumbled into a trap. 

Time flew by the rest of that month til it was time for the girls to get their camp on. Virginia and Caroline had decided to rough it. They bought a nice sized tent and other gear that was listed on the invitation instructions. It was a two hour drive to the campground in the Smokey Mountains. All guests were to arrive by 6pm for sign-in and orientation at the lodge before dinner. The drive up was a blast for the two friends as they imagined what the weekend would be like. Before they knew it, they were rolling through the last mountain town before the park. 

"Shit, Caroline, look at all the confederate flags.. "

"We ain't in Kansas no mo, Dorothy," Caroline said.

"Just help me keep a lookout for the park sign. I don't want to get lost up here," Virginia said.

A few miles further they spotted the sign for the campground turn-off. They went down a long road leading to a small toll booth. They stopped at the booth, where an old man with a few missing teeth stared out from the window. He wasn't wearing the normal park service garb.

"You gals goin to the weddin?" he asked. 

"Uhh, yeah, I guess this is the right place?" responded Virginia.

"Yeah," he paused as he spat out the window, just missing the front tire. "The lodge is straight ahead, park there to sign-in."

Virginia drove off as the two stared at each other, both wondering what Mindy had gotten them into.

"This lodge better be nice or I'm going to strangle that bitch," Caroline said.  

Virginia looked at Caroline with a sarcastic smile. Then suddenly Caroline shouted out.

"Virginia, watch out!"

A man had stumbled out of the woods in front of the car. It looked like he was trying to stop them. Virginia slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop. The man walked towards the door as Virginia starting rolling up the window. They heard the man say as they accelerated away, "You two know the way to Aintry?"

"No fucking way," Caroline said. "What the hell is this?"

Their answer was moments away though, as they rounded the turn and saw the lodge. There were a bunch of cars parked out front, clearly the wedding party. Then they noticed the little boy on the porch of the lodge sitting in a rocking chair. He was playing a banjo.

"Ha, this is hilarious. We're at a hillbilly wedding... Get it? That's the theme," Virginia said. 

"Ha, oh yeah, this is all from that movie Deliverance!" Caroline added. 

They were a bit relieved now, knowing Mindy was just having some fun with the wedding decor. They were sure she had paid the man in the booth and the man in the woods to scare the guests.

Mindy and Matt were inside greeting all the guests. But Rhonda was chatting with Mindy when they went in. So the girls decided to flirt with Matt instead, making sure to get Mindy's attention in the process. After the girls were signed up and filled in on the details, they went to pick out their campsite and set up their tent. Of course that was an adventure in itself. The two were making no progress when suddenly they heard the roar of a chopper rolling up. 

"Hey Virginia, look at the hunk of steel coming this way." Caroline had noticed him first.

"Whoa," Virginia said, as she stared dreamily at the man on the Harley. 

He was a large bearded man wearing an American flag style bandana and leather jacket. He had a huge back-country style pack and guitar on his back. He noticed the two kneeling women staring at him and stopped. 

"Hi ladies," his voice boomed, "You need some help with that tent?"

Caroline waited a moment for Virginia to answer, but after an awkward length of time, she stood up and answered.

"Yes, we'd be glad for the help. I'm Caroline, and this is my friend Virginia." She said it in her best schoolgirl voice.

He got off his ride, kicked the stand down, and slid off his pack. Virginia kept gawking. He was easily 6'5"", with an enormous chest and arms. He walked over to the two and offered a hand. Caroline shook it. 

"Howdy, I'm Jim, Matt's friend. My friends call me Bear," he said. "It looks like you forgot to slide the poles in. You just gotta work it with your fingers like this.. Til its all the way in. It looks tight at first but once it's settled, it will loosen up and you'll be ready to go." He had the tent assembled in a flash. "Then you just pound these stakes into the ground like this..."

Virginia finally spoke up, "Can I take your jacket off?" She paused as Bear looked up at her. "I mean let me hold your jacket while you hammer." 

"Oh, I'm fine thanks, miss," he replied.

Before Virginia could think of anything else to say, he had finished, given them a salute and was cranking his machine. Virginia blurted out something but it was drowned out by the roar of the engine. Then he was gone.

"Virginia, nice try on the jacket. I wanted to crawl inside it and latch on.. My God," Caroline said.

"I think he was all muscle underneath," Virginia said as she shivered inside. 

They saw Bear again at the dinner, but he was sitting in the vicinity of Rhonda. So the two avoided that area of the room, and found seats next to Mindy. The dinner was great. There was a full service bar, and everybody enjoyed themselves. At the end of the dinner, someone was setting up a PA system. Mindy had hired a DJ for the evening's entertainment. 

"Welcome to Mindy and Matt's wedding fantasy," the DJ announced. "I mean festivities. Now I don't need to tell you that this is the last night that these two lovely people will be single, so you know what that means... Time to get Wild!!" The crowd cheered.

"Oh no Mindy, what is this!?" Virginia shouted.

The DJ continued, "OK, listen up. I need all the girls on that side of the room, and all the guys on this side of the room."

Then the lodge employees came in, and starting moving the small tables out of the way, positioning two long tables along the perimeter. The tables were lined up next to the lodge's wooden columns, so that they could be used as campground style stripper poles. Then out came the entertainment on both sides of the room.

"It cost a fortune to get these guys out here for this," Mindy said, as the beefcake strolled out in front of them.

"Good grief. Only you would think of bringing strippers out to the woods," said Virginia. 

They just started laughing. Nothing like a bunch of naked hunky guys with cock rings on to get women laughing hysterically. By the end of the night, most of the women had taken turns stroking all the strippers, and a few lucky guests had received facials, including Mindy. She got up on stage with cum dripping off her chin, and danced with the men, pretending to swallow all their loads. It was hilarious, and it was so Mindy. One last memorable night of Mindy style fun. They had a blast. Virginia had almost forgotten that Rhonda was only a few feet away, on the other side of Mindy of course.

"Yeah, Mindy, you go girl, suck those cocks," Rhonda shouted. Then she climbed up on stage to join Mindy. Virginia got real uncomfortable when it seemed like Rhonda tried to steal the show. Rhonda jumped one of the strippers and started trying to fuck him right in front of everybody. But it was beyond the call of duty even for a male stripper, and Rhonda was rejected.

"Hah, that's right you stupid bitch, get off the stage," Caroline shouted. 

Rhonda retaliated. "Shut the fuck up or I'm gonna bash that pretty little head of yours in." 

"C'mon and try it bitch," Caroline shouted back.

Rhonda who was still standing on the table grabbed a chunk of Caroline's hair. Virginia quickly reacted and grabbed Rhonda's leg, pulling it out from underneath her. Rhonda fell back on her ass. A couple of the strippers came over and broke up the fight before it escalated. After that Mindy made sure that there would be no more ugly scenes to detract from the fun. Things calmed down, and attention turned back to the cocks.

Slowly the evening wound down, and most guests headed for their tents or cabins. The women that brought men with them were the first to leave, as they had an easy relief for their horny ambitions. Nothing like simultaneous bachelor/bachelorette parties to bring a couple together afterwards for some serious love making.  After Mindy left with Matt to 'go get her brains fucked out', Virginia and Caroline were left with only a few friends and Rhonda. Since Rhonda didn't seem to be getting tired, it was an easy decision for the two to get out of there. They decided to call it a night, and they got settled in their tent for a good night's sleep. Thankfully, it was a very comfortable summer mountain evening. They didn't have to worry about cuddling together in their sleeping bags to stay warm. Virginia laid there listening to the sounds of the woods, happy that the night bugs were loud enough to drown out most of the younger revelers. The sound was enough to put Virginia gently to sleep. 

However, some time in the middle of the night, the forest got quiet. The hoot of an owl in a nearby tree was enough to wake Virginia. Now her mind was awake and she sensed her mid night insomnia taking hold. She felt a bit sticky from the warm air and party residue, so she decided to grab a towel and check out the campground facilities. She had been told the bathrooms and showers here were top notch.  The night air still felt nice against her skin as she made her way to the showers with the help of a flashlight. The campground was quiet. It seemed everyone was finally asleep, except she thought she heard the sound of splashing water as she approached the bathrooms. The women's door was ajar, and she slipped inside. 

Indeed it felt relatively fresh and new inside. The path to the showers led past the toilets and sinks. To her dismay there was definitely someone showering. She poked her head around the corner and saw three shower stalls; one was occupied. She was staring at some woman's ass; they hadn't even bothered to pull the curtain closed. Then she noticed the woman wasn't alone, a man was with her in the stall. She had her arms around him. As they turned a little she recognized the pair. Virginia felt her blood beginning to boil. It was that slut Rhonda, and to make matters worse, she was with that mountain of a man Bear. Virginia turned around and started stomping away. She was so pissed to have to be reminded of Rhonda again, not to mention seeing her naked fat ass. But then Virginia stopped. The thought of getting an eyeful of Bear was too enticing, so she crept quietly back to the shower entrance. She knelt down and peered around the corner. 

He was now standing so she could see his face and chest plainly. She had been right about him. He was extremely muscular; his biceps were thick, ripped and tatted up. But Rhonda was obscuring the parts Virginia now craved. The bitch seemed to have her hands on his junk now. A moment later Bear turned to brace himself against the side of the stall as Rhonda descended to her knees. Virginia had to place her hands over her mouth to cover the sound of her gasp. Bear's cock lived up to its billing and then some. On her knees, Rhonda had to straighten her back fully to get her mouth level with his upper thigh area. She reached up and put two hands on his manhood. There was still plenty left for her to hungrily devour as she worked to get him hard. Rhonda had to open wide just to fit his soft head in her mouth. Virginia shuddered and shivered at the sight of it. 




The Bear and the Campground Wedding



She watched as Rhonda stroked and sucked him, and as he hardened she was forced to scoot back to make room. Virginia had a complex mingling of feelings as she watched her mortal enemy perform fellatio on this magnificent stud. As long as she could watch, she was OK with them fucking for her pleasure, but jealousy and hatred were not far from the surface. Yeah, you fat fucking little whore, suck that cock, she thought to herself. Now Rhonda was having to pull down on his massive lever to maintain suction. Bear grabbed Rhonda by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He was fully hard now. He must have easily been ten inches, but his girth was staggering. Virginia looked down from her squatting position. She was so focused on the action she had barely noticed that she had pulled her panties down to her ankles. She was rubbing her moistened clit with hungry fingers. Now Rhonda was leaning over Bear's skyward pointing cock and trying to gag herself on it. The sound of Rhonda choking and gagging was music to her ears. Bear had a hold of her head and was not letting Rhonda take an unobstructed breath. Yeah, fuck that bitch's mouth, fuck it, fuck it. Virginia's clit started to sing.

Suddenly Rhonda was in the air; Bear had picked her up by the ass and was hoisting her way up over his head. It looked like he was going to lower her nasty cunt down on his massive cock. But instead he repositioned his arms and deftly turned her upside down and started the infamous standing sixty-nine. Virginia couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her cream started to flow profusely at the sight of it. Like a bear with a honey jar, he was lapping at her pussy ferociously. Rhonda was still trying to get her bearings as her head hovered over his cock. The difference in sizes of the two meant she could only just reach the tip of his cock with her mouth while her pussy was being eaten. But her hands were over her face trying to keep the water out of her nose. Ha, I hope that bitch drowns while her cunt gets tongue fucked, Virginia thought. But Bear moved so the water was on his back, and now Rhonda took hold of his cock and resumed working it. From this new angle, Virginia could see the man's massive balls hanging inches below his cock. She thought of that sound it made when a man with big balls fucked her like he meant it. These beauties in front of her brought forth images of wrecking balls. God damn, she shivered again. 

The next thing Virginia saw caused the flood gates of her pussy to open, creating soft splattering sounds that were thankfully drowned out by the shower. Virginia had one hand on her clit and one hand over her mouth as she saw Rhonda crane her neck to swallow his cock. When she did this, Bear started lowering her down on his meat. From that angle Rhonda's throat was properly aligned, and the gagging sounds started again. She was surely going to suffocate with his cock in her throat. He brought her down impossibly low on his shaft. It looked like a snake who had bit off more than it could chew. Virginia rubbed her neck and chest as she trembled through her orgasm. Bear was now steadily fucking throat, lifting and lowering Rhonda's hips repeatedly, while Rhonda gagged in an increasing staccato rhythm. After a minute or two he started struggling to maintain his composure as he held Rhonda by the ass. It was either Rhonda's weight or the pleasure of it, but he slowed his pace. He took a few more tongue jabs of Rhonda's needy cunt and sat her back on solid ground. Yes, Virginia thought, he's going to tear that bitch's cunt apart now. 

He bent her over and looked like he wanted to ram her doggy style, but she was too short. He could only slap her back with his cock. So he grabbed her by the back of the knees and lifted her up again. This time she faced away from him, and she was high enough to hold on to the top of the stall divider. He supported her weight with his hands and forearms and positioned her ass over his cock. She reached down with one hand and guided it to its destination. She quickly braced herself as he slowly worked his cock into her slot. Virginia doubted that Rhonda's cunt was anything less than worn out and loose, but even it would need some stretching to fit him inside her. Rhonda let out some groans as she slowly slid down his pole. Now, since she was lanced on his cock, Bear repositioned his hands to her ass so he could more easily control her movements. Virginia could tell from the look on Rhonda's face that she was in some pain. Yeah, that's right you fucking dirty slut, he's going to tear you up, you are in over your head now Rhonda, Virginia laughed to herself. 

In the position Rhonda was in, her body weight was adding to the down force, and also to the stretching of her cunt as it drew closer to the base of his cock. Then Bear relented, he lifted her up a bit. Rhonda took a big gulp of air as she prepared for the next stroke. Bear slowly built up rhythm. He was obviously getting in a bit of a workout at the same time that his cock was being lathered by Rhonda's sloppy cunt. Rhonda winced each time he let her weight down on to his shaft. She couldn't quite take all of it. He worked it in and out of her slowly until Rhonda started to get more comfortable. As Rhonda's moans began to indicate more pleasure than pain, he intensified the pace, adding his own thrust upward to meet her pussy. Her moans turned into something of a scream each time he rammed his cock into her deeply. Virginia couldn't quite tell if Rhonda was in ecstasy or torture, but either way the sound brought her to a second orgasm. Virginia shuddered and writhed on the floor of the bathroom. Ohhh, she thought. Fuck that slut, ohhh yeah, tear her up. 

Virginia opened her eyes again, and she got her wish. Bear was furiously pounding her; Rhonda looked almost unconscious. Then he lifted her up off his cock to the sound of one last confusing groan from Rhonda. He put her down and she got on to her knees facing him. He grabbed her hair and pulled so her mouth was directly under his cock. Rhonda's mouth was a funnel of cum as he gushed into it. He groaned as three hands stroked him through his orgasm. Rhonda was choking and swallowing cum. Finally she lowered her chin and some of it ran down her neck. 

Virginia got up and quickly pulled up her panties and hurried out of the bathroom. She didn't bother to turn on her flashlight as she ran back to her tent in her flip flops. She dove on to her air mattress and got rid of her panties. The commotion woke up Caroline as Virginia started fucking herself. All this time only her clit had received any attention, and now it was her cunt that needed to be filled. She reached into her purse searching for toys or anything she could use. She cursed as she realized she hadn't brought any of her dildos with her. She grabbed the only thing that felt like it could possibly satisfy her. It was a banana. Caroline groggily looked up and turned on the flashlight to see what the heck was going on. As her eyes focused, she saw Virginia going to town on herself with the banana, which was already lubed with her pussy cream. 

"Oh my God Virginia, what the fuck are you doing?" Caroline blurted.

All she heard from Virginia was moaning as she got close to cumming again. Caroline was too shocked initially to laugh which she would have surely done otherwise. 

Caroline pinched herself and tried to get her bearings. Virginia was already cumming. She pulled the banana out as streams of juice gushed out of her like a drinking fountain. 

"Oh my God Virginia," she said with amusement. "That was impressive... But why the fuck did you have to wake me up.. "

Virginia was still catching her breath. "Sorry.." she said as she took a few more breaths. 

She explained everything she had seen to Caroline. By the end of it Caroline was playing with herself too. They weren't drunk enough to play with each other, but they traded dirty talk and a couple of orgasms before they got sleepy again. 

As bridesmaids, Virginia and Caroline were on their best behavior during the ceremony. Thankfully Mindy hadn't chosen Rhonda. It was a beautiful outdoor ceremony keeping with the hillbilly theme. Virginia recognized the minister as the man from the toll booth; he was still in costume. Caroline elbowed Virginia as the best man took his place. It was Bear. Virginia kept her composure despite Caroline's best attempts to distract her. After the nuptials, there was a reception lunch inside the lodge. Caroline continued pestering Virginia. 

"Hey Virginia, why don't you go sit down over there by your man bear?"

"Please, Caroline. You can if you want. I think he might be a bit too much bear for me," replied Virginia. 

Then Caroline stood up and shouted across the room, "Hey, Jimbo, yoohoo!" Thankfully the room was noisy enough that it didn't draw too much attention, but it did get Bear's attention. He looked up at Caroline. When she had his attention, she started in on a sort of vulgar dance, thrusting her hips in Virginia's direction like a man might do. Then she made a 'V' with her fingers at her mouth and stuck out her tongue, making the universal cunnilingus gesture. Then she pointed down at Virginia's head. Virginia looked up and saw Caroline pointing at her. She noticed Bear had seen the whole thing and was laughing. Virginia blushed and punched her friend in the arm.

"You bitch, Caroline, God damn it," Virginia shouted.

"Oh come on, I'm just trying to get you laid here, you know you need it," said Caroline.

"I don't think I want Rhonda's sloppy seconds anyway," Virgina lied.

After the reception wound down, Virginia grabbed her friend by the arm and walked out of the lodge. "C'mon Caroline, let's get some fresh air."

Virginia talked Caroline in to going on a little hike on one of the several trails that led away from the campground.

"Ahh, this is nice Caroline. So when was the last time you went walking in the woods?"

"I have no idea."

Virginia was enjoying herself. Before long they came to a large boulder field in a bit of a clearing. 

"I bet there's a great view from up there on those rocks," Virginia said. 

"I'm sure there is, but I'll never know," replied Caroline.

"C'mon, let's climb up, it looks easy."

"Oh Virginia, really?"

"Yes, really."

The rocks were perfect for casual climbing, and after a few minutes Virginia had scaled it. She turned around and looked out into the valley. She yelled out to Caroline, who was struggling half way down. 

"Caroline, it's beautiful!" She glanced back at the scenery and back down again in time to see Caroline giving her the finger.

Virginia turned to face the far side of the boulder field. Previously obscured, there was a small waterfall just beyond the boulders with a pool leading to a small stream. Now she remembered somebody had mentioned something about a waterfall nearby. At the moment there was no sign of anyone.  Virginia got excited again. But she could tell Caroline might not be able to join her. She gestured that she was going to explore further and started down the other side of the boulder field. 

It was damp on that side. The rocks were slick with moss in some spots. She carefully descended as she mapped out her way down to the pool. Some of the higher boulders likely served as diving spots for the more adventurous, but Virginia headed for solid ground. There was one last tricky spot before the lower boulders. She had to inch down an awkward slope which overlooked the edge of the pool. She was still about ten feet above the water.  As she neared the safety of the next boulder, she realized her feet were starting to slide down the slope. She tried back pedaling but lost her footing completely and fell backwards on to the rock. She screamed as the impact of the fall pushed her forward, and she rolled off the edge. It was a blur of sky, rocks, and water as Virginia's life passed in front of her eyes. Then she hit something and splashed gently into the water. Something had broken her fall. Almost instantaneously she felt someone lifting her up out of the water. She found herself in the arms of a man.

"Wow, I've heard of it raining cats and dogs, but never beautiful women," he said.

Soaked, Virginia looked up to see the rugged face of Bear. "You saved me," she said.

"You're welcome..."

"Virginia"

"Virginia. Are you alright? If I hadn't been here to catch you, you probably would have hit those rocks," he said.

"Thanks."

"So I'm pretty sure you're the one who got an eyeful early this morning," he said.

Virginia was speechless. Had Caroline blabbed to everyone?

"I recognize you," Bear continued. "I saw you watching us in the shower. Did you enjoy the show?"

"But how..?" Virginia squeaked.

"I'm very observant, I guess its my military background," he replied.

Virginia paused to check her surroundings. Bear was standing in the natural pool, the water up to his shoulders. It was clearly too deep for Virginia to stand where they were. 

"What were you doing here anyway?" she asked. She looked around and saw some clothes on the rocks nearby.

"Oh, I was about to take a dip," he replied. "I guess you were too. Here let me help with you with your clothes." He walked over to the rocks and sat Virgina down. She sensed the opportunity and removed her shirt, shorts, and soaked shoes. In bra and panties she pushed herself back into the water. 

"Can I resume my place in your arms?" Virginia said in her friendly voice. Before waiting for an answer she swam up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. 

"I was hoping you were going to do that," he said.

Then they locked lips. Virginia loved the feel of his wet beard on her chin, his thick lips between hers, his muscular back at her fingertips. As they passionately kissed in the water, she felt his strong hands on her lower back. She yearned for them to explore her body. Before long she felt something press into her ass. 

"Oh my God," she said, as she felt beneath her. His huge cock was ready for her. He reached underneath her panties and probed her submerged cunt. With gentle fingers he seemed to size up Virginia's pussy, as if to make sure she could handle him. Then he stretched her panties to the side and allowed his cock to take the place of his hand. Virginia gasped as she felt herself being stretched open by the head of his dick. 

"Do you always fuck standing up?" she asked breathlessly. 

"No, but I find its a useful talent in the outdoors... Shall we continue?"

"Please," she said.

Virgina closed her eyes and braced herself as he slowly worked himself inside her. He was the biggest she had ever had, including her big black dildo at home. But he was gentle with her, he knew exactly what to do. He let Virginia's pussy acclimate itself to his giant cock while they continued kissing. Bear took a few steps towards shallower water so Virginia could keep her head dry. She felt his hands on her ass now, slowly moving her up and then down on his shaft. She was on the precipice between pleasure and pain, but it was wonderful. It occurred to her that Caroline was somewhere out there. A few extra tingles shot through her pussy and down her thigh as she imagined Caroline watching from behind the rocks. She started to feel like she was ready for more.

"Oh Bear, please take me. Fuck me like an animal."

At this, Bear started moving slowly toward the shore. As he walked his cock slipped deeper and deeper into Virginia. She knew her cervix was starting to impede it. She couldn't believe her cunt was being filled so widely, so deeply. He took her out of the water and sat her down on a smooth waist level boulder. He spread her legs out for better access. She saw his massive balls dangling under him. She thought they were about to wreck her. Now that his hands were free, he leaned in and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipples were erect from the chill of the water and the buzz of her clit. Virginia's soft ample natural tits begged to be released from their captors to see the light of day. He slid his hands underneath the bra and caressed them. The look on her face gave him permission to rip her bra right off. As it floated on the water behind them he began to suck and lick her hard nipples. Meanwhile the shaft of his cock gently stroked her pussy, slowly loosening her up as it fully lubed him.  

With this hands clamped on her tits, Bear began moving his cock in earnest. Now he was pulling nearly completely out of her before sliding back in, still at a fairly slow pace. He kissed her neck and worked his way up to her lips. He sucked her bottom lip as he squeezed her tits while his cock did its work. As she got used to the size of him insider her, the pace started to tease her. She was breathing heavier. With each breath she stole from his lips, little moans and gasps came out of her. She was focused on how her cunt felt every time he filled and emptied it. Now he thrust his tongue aggressively into her mouth as if to foreshadow things to come for her pussy. 

She felt the intensity of his movements increase as he stood up. Her tits acted as handles for his thrusts. The slow pace sped up to a healthy rhythm, his cock now drenched in Virginia's cream. Virginia loved the way he was fucking her, slowly building the intensity. It was making her crazy. She was softly moaning continuously now, and her clit began to beg for attention. With Bear raised up over her, Virginia reached for her magic button and found it eagerly waiting. She played its tune as only she knew how, and it sang like a canary. Sensing Virginia's building ecstasy, Bear gained steam. Now he was biting his lip as her pussy gripped his cock with each stroke. The slow pace he had started with was now a distant memory. Her pussy burned with ecstasy as he pounded her. Virginia's soft moans turned to wails. But she was so absorbed by the sensations that she didn't notice the volume of sound coming out of her.

Now he fucked her with a relentless steady rhythm as they both moaned in delight. It was too much for Bear. He leaned in now and slowed the pace as he gave his attention back to Virginia's breasts. His cock continued to grind over her g-spot though, as she squirmed to catch her breath. She took her hand away from her clit now and embraced the man that was taking her to this new height. She relished the pause in intensity and the subsequent inevitable build to climax. Her hands felt his muscular back; he felt as solid as the rock she was being fucked upon. He kept them on the verge of orgasm, only relenting at the height of intensity before allowing things to cool and rebuild all over again.

Now she dug her fingernails into his back. At this he arched up and looked skyward, letting out a howl like a wolf at the moon. The pain must have triggered something in him. Now his animal was coming out. She half expected him to grow fangs and sink them into her neck. But his fang was already in her. With his back still arched, he grabbed her by the hips and redoubled his efforts. Now Virginia squeezed her own tits and then sought out her clit for the finale. She attacked it to try to match his pace. Now her gspot and clit were singing in unison; she was going to cum hard. Her carnal screams would surely be heard back at the campsite, but she didn't care. Now Bear was groaning too as his cock prepared to spew. She thought she might launch off his cock when it happened. He leaned in again as they both started cumming. With her free hand, Virginia raked her nails across his chest as waves of ecstasy swept over her. He groaned deeply as his cock kept spurting. Streams of mingled cum were running down over her asshole and pooling on the rock. He pounded her right through their orgasms. When he did pull out of her, intermittent jets of cum were still issuing forth. Virginia gobbled his cock and took the remaining drops. Now they looked into each others' eyes as they tried to catch their breaths. It was worth a final sloppy cum dripping kiss.  




The Bear and the Campground Wedding



"That was amazing," Virginia said, still breathless. "But please, I have a request.. Can I call you Jim from now on?"

"Absolutely," he said.

"Well, I certainly hope I'll see more of you, Jim," Virginia said.

"I'm sure you will sweetheart," he said.

Of course Caroline was watching and enjoying herself in the rocks above the waterfall. When she finally met back up with Virginia, she congratulated her.

"Holy Shit Virginia, I could have cum just from listening to your screams. But seeing that muscle fuck you senseless was amazing.. You put on quite a show. And by the way, I'm not the only one who enjoyed it."

Virginia's face turned bright red as she put her hand over it. "Oh, no, really?"

"Yeah. You should have charged admission babe." 

"Come on Caroline..."

"Umm, so..," Caroline added. "When is it going to be my turn to get boffed by Mr. stud deluxe?"

"There's one more night left you know," said Virginia. "But I don't think he's your type."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" demanded Caroline. 

"I mean I think a man like that needs a rugged woman, someone outdoorsy, somebody one with nature."

"And I suppose you think that's you?"

"Hmm, yeah. I could get used to this whole camping scene."



The Beard



My parents saved for me to go to college, but the stock market crashed right before I got out of high school. My parents couldn't afford to send both me and my brother to school, so they picked him.

We're Chinese, so the son always comes before the daughter.

At eighteen years of age, I had to get a job right out of school. My father wouldn't even co-sign for any student loans, and he made too much for me to qualify for anything else.

My dad knew Mr. Williams, a white American, my dad's lawyer. My dad said that he needed a secretary right away, so I raced right over and applied.

Mr. Williams said that I am very beautiful. He said that he'd hire me but that he need a big favor too. He said that he didn't have a girlfriend, that his girlfriend had broken up with him recently, and that he needed to take one to his father's house for the weekend in a couple weeks. He wanted me to pretend to be his girlfriend. I thought that it sounded like a few movies that I'd seen.

He said that he'd sign a contract saying that either he'd hire me as his secretary or pay me five thousand dollars for my time that weekend. He said that I'd only have to pretend to be his girlfriend. He promised never to touch me other than to hold my hand sometimes in front of his father and to sleep on the floor so that I could have the bed to myself.

I was desperate. I needed a job, and five thousand dollars, even if he didn't hire me, sounded very good too, especially just for three or four days of my time.

So I said "yes."

Mr. Williams bought me beautiful clothes and said that I could keep them afterward. We flew to Colorado. His father is rich and has a ski "chalet" in Aspen. I'd never flown first class before. They served me champagne --- which I'd never had before --- on the plane, even though I'm just eighteen years old and so am not drinking age. A fabulously fancy limo picked us up at the airport.

I was having such a great time. Mr. Williams is handsome and kind too. I was thinking that maybe he'd want me as his girlfriend for real when we got home, even though I knew that my parents wouldn't let me date a non-Chinese or have a boyfriend until I was ready to get married after college.

Mr. Williams' father was kind to me at first. He is handsome too. He has salt and pepper hair and looks strong and vigorous. He runs and skis cross country as well as downhill. Mr. Williams said that his father was a champion skier when he was in college. He has a dance room in his chalet, built for his late wife. I saw him in there practicing Kendo, a Japanese sport were they use wooden swords and were shoulder pads and a metal mask. He looked so manly and dangerous.

I could tell right away that Mr. Williams was afraid of his father. That made me stop my silly fantasies about us dating when we got back home.

Mr. Williams father insisted that I call him "Ben." I'd been calling his son "John" when we were around his father.

"Ben" encouraged me to drink more than I should have. I'd never drank before the flight and I discovered that I liked champagne and felt so elegant drinking out of those beautiful stemware glasses too. Mr. Williams' father said that those glasses were based on guillotined French queen Marie Antoinette's breasts!

I got a little "tipsy," as my mom would say, and then Mr. Williams father turned mean. He asked how long I'd known his son, how we had met, where we'd gone on our first date. I made stuff up. We had practiced a story, but I couldn't remember all of it. But Mr. Williams was right there, so he could just match his story to mine.

He started slowly, as if we were just talking, but soon he was questioning me as if I were a witness in court. He's a lawyer too, just like Mr. Williams, only he has argued before the US Supreme Court several times.

We were in his living room. It has a big couch. He had asked me to sit next to him and his son was sitting in a big leather chair next to the fireplace.

He asked to me, "You're not really my son's girlfriend, are you?"

I giggled and said, "Of course I am. Why would we lie?" I'm sure that I blushed scarlet. My mom says that I'm a terrible liar.

"Because my son is a sodomite, a craven little faggot, and he doesn't even the balls to tell the truth about himself and his disgusting lifestyle." He said that last word in phoney voice, sort of girlish or something high and unnatural.

Mr. Williams said, "Father, stop it. It's not true."

"And if your story is true, I suppose that you can answer me a few questions about this beautiful teenage girl that you brought as your beard, this whore that you found and rented?"

I'd never heard the word "beard" used in that way before. I didn't know what he had said, actually. It was only later that I found out that a "beard" is a woman who pretends to be a gay man's girlfriend or wife to fool people into thinking that he is heterosexual.

"Yes, of course, father. And please, don't call her names like that."

"I'll call her any goddamn thing that I want."

I was wearing a beautiful black silk dress that Mr. Williams had bought me, one that he had had specially fitted for me, one that I felt so beautiful in. Mr. Williams' father took hold of my knee and roughly pulled me so that I was facing him and pushed the hem of the dress up and over my knee and my thighs and uncovered my matching black silk panties.

I cried out and begged him to stop. I tried to push him away, but he was much too strong. I started to cry.

Suddenly he had something in his hand. A knife blade sprang out of it. He reached out and pulled the crotch of my panties out and slipped the knife blade under it and cut my panties completely across the crotch, exposing pubic hair and my vulva.

I was turned so that Mr. Williams couldn't see my crotch, but I was completely exposed to his father. No man had ever seen me down there or touched me there before. None had ever even seen my panties while I wore them.

I was still crying and begging him to stop, but he ignored me.

Mr. Williams just sat there, frozen in place.

"Hardwood or carpeted?" Mr. Williams father asked, looking at his son.

"What?"

"Does this little whore shave her pussy?"

Mr. Williams hesitated a moment and said, "No."

"Not even part of it?"

"No, not at all."

He knew that I was a good girl, from a good Chinese-American family, and he would know that only whores and slutty girls shave like that.

His father laughed and said, "Good guess, son."

He then reached up with his knife toward my breasts and cut the strap over my shoulder that held the top of my evening dress over my breasts and yanked it down, uncovering my breasts. Other than at night in my bed, I was not wearing a bra for the first time since I began to first get mosquito bites. A bra would have spoiled the way the top of the low-cut dress hung over my B-cup breasts and the straps would've shown.

I couldn't help it, I so petty minded. I remembered that the dress had cost Mr. Williams over a thousand dollars and that it was supposed to be mine once we went home. I stupidly wondered if it could be mended.

"What color are her nipples and what size are they?"

"Father, stop it. She is an innocent girl, not a whore."

"What color, son? Milk chocolate? Dark chocolate? Amber? Pinkish? Can you see veins around the nipples? The size of quarters or the bigger? Come on son, the sooner you answer, the sooner this will end."

Mr. Williams began to cry. His attempts to end my torment had won me over to him again, but his tears made me despise him.

His father reached out and pinched my left nipple and rolled it between his index finger and thumb.

"Come on, son, talk to me."

"Dark chocolate. A little bigger than quarters," he guessed.

I hated him all the more because he was still pretending, still playing his father's sick game, still wanting desperately to convince his father that I was his girlfriend.

His father laughed and then his other hand was between my legs, stroking my clit, rolling it around and around with the tip of his finger. It felt so good!

"Milk chocolate and barely that, son, and only a little bigger than nickels."

I knew that my nipples were dark chocolate colored and about quarter-sized. Mr. Williams had guessed correctly again, but his father was setting a trap for him.

His father jammed his finger into my pussy and I cried out. I was a virgin.

"You've fucked this innocent girl, son?"

"We've made love, father, yes."

"How often?"

"None of your business."

He jammed three fingers into me hard and broke my hymen. I screamed and began to sob. I had wanted and had always thought that I'd stay a virgin until I married, but now that was gone, gone forever.

Mr. Williams' father held up his hand, his three fingers extended like a Boy Scout sign, all red and wet with my blood. He asked, triumphantly, "And how do you explain this, son?"

Mr. Williams got up and ran from the room.

His father laughed.

"I'm sorry, dear. I truly thought that you were some whore whom he hired."

I was still crying, sobbing.

He got up and laughed and said, "But now that you've paid the piper, you're gonna have to pay in full."

He took off his smoking jacket and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

I knew what he was going to do, but part of me didn't care. I was no longer a virgin, so whatever happened after that didn't matter to me right then.

He pulled down his pants and his white boxers and knelt on the couch next to me. I turned my ead away and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see his penis. He pulled my legs open and got between them.

I felt like a coward, like a condemned man with a bag over his head, with my eyes closed, so I opened them and looked it him with all the hate that I could muster.

He laughed and put my ankles on his shoulders and leaned toward me and drove his penis into me as hard as he could.

I screamed.

He started fucking me, fucked me hard and deep, while I cried and sobbed.

He began to moan. "Sweetie, you feel so good, so tight, so heavenly warm and tight."

He kept fucking me hard. He was on top of me, bending my legs back toward my head and I was afraid that he'd dislocate one or both of my femurs from my hips.

"Are you on the Pill or something?"

"No, please, please, don't!" I didn't want to get pregnant on top of everything else.

He reached down and lifted my hips and butt with his big strong hard hands and pulled his penis out of me and then drove it, wet and slippery with my own virgin blood, into my butthole.

I cried out again and begged him to stop. It hurt. It burned.

But he kept fucking me in the butt as hard as he could. He was bending my hips, butt and spine up toward him too, and that hurt too. Then he took a throw pill off the back of the couch and put it under the small of my back and pulled my butt further up and toward his thrusting penis.

His face was right over mine, inches from mine. His breath strongly smelled of cigar smoke and onion and just a little bit of something else, something strange, perhaps an alcohol drink that I didn't know. His hands found their way to my breasts, and he started to roughly pull at my nipples and to twist them painfully.

He's strong and handsome, but he was older than my father, probably closer to my grandfather's age. I noticed that all the hairs in his nose were gray, almost white. His eyes were so blue.

Then one of his hands was on my vulva. He stroked my clit with his thumb or his finger and a jolt radiated through me from there. He stroked it again and I cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. My nipples started to tingle and my rectum, where he was thrusting his big hard penis, suddenly felt pleasantly warm instead of sore. Then the throbbing soreness came back, but it felt sweet, almost wonderful, rather than painful. Then the pain came back, but that felt weirdly good too. All the while my clit felt better and better.

He stroked it again. I couldn't help myself. I thrust myself up and toward him to meet his ramming penis in my butthole.

He kept at it and I met each of his thrusts, not even trying to stop myself, it felt so good. Suddenly I came, the strongest orgasm I'd ever had in my life. No boy or man, girl or woman had ever touched me, but ever since I'd been ten years old, I'd sprayed water on myself in the shower and cum from that, but this was incredible. I came again and then again and then again, and each orgasm was just as good as the first time. I couldn't help myself. I begged him not to stop.

He moaned and cried out and I knew that he was cumming in my rectum.

It was only later that I figured out that if I really don't want him to stop that I shouldn't beg him not to stop, figured out that asking him not to stop would excite him so much that he would cum instead of keep fucking my ass hard like I desperately wanted more than anything in the universe at that moment.

Then he lay on top of me, all his weight painfully on my hips and chest with his penis still inside my butt. He leaned down and kissed my mouth.

No man had ever kissed me that way before. My father and my uncles kissed my cheeks, my forehead, or the top of my head, but no one, not my mother or an aunt or a boy --- no one --- had ever even kissed me on the lips before.

His tongued, wet and warm and probing, pushed into my mouth.

I let him kiss me.

I could feel his wet warm penis shrink inside me and slip out of my butthole like a was taking a bowel movement. I giggled.

He helped me up and pulled my dress up and off me and then pulled down my ruined panties. I was naked for the first time in my life in the presence of a man. I don't even think that my father had ever seen me naked when I was a baby. Chinese girls and women are very body modest. I had never even shared a tub with my brothers.

He led me, naked, upstairs and into a bathroom with a large beautiful marble shower stall with shiny gold shower heads and handles. I didn't even worry that Mr. Williams would see me that way.

He quickly undressed. I'd never seen a naked man before. The last time I'd seen a penis had been when I had changed or bathed my youngest brother when he had been two years old.

He pushed me into the shower and followed. He turned the water on full blast on the two of us. It was cold and then too hot. I cried out, but he made no sound, not even sucking in his breath.

He began to gently wash me. The wonderful soap he was using smelled like roses and peaches and cloves.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. My son is a coward. I despise homosexuals, but I'd forgive him that, love him in spite of that. But I can't ever forgive him his lying cravenness. And to bring you into this . . ."

I began to cry again.

"What did he offer you?"

He was still washing me, his huge rough soapy hands so gentle on my skin.

I told him about my family's loss in the stock market and my need to get a job to pay for college.

"I won't admit it to anyone else, sweet girl, but I just raped you. I regret it. I'm an asshole sometimes. But what's done is done. Accuse me and I'll fight you with everything I have. You know that you can't count on my sissy son to testify on your behalf. Among other things, he longs with all his being to inherit my money."

He paused and then went on, "But let me make a phone a call and you will be admitted to" --- he named a well-known and highly renowned university --- "with a full five-year scholarship."

"I'd rather slit my wrists than take a payoff for what you did to me."

He laughed. "You've got spunk, girl. Come to work for me. You'll see the world and learn more in the first two years than you'd learn in five at Harvard or Oxford."

"And you'll fuck me whenever you want?"

"Yes."

I laughed. "Tempting, but I'd still think of it as a payoff."

He laughed. "Please me during the first five years and I'll marry you."

I laughed and said, "We'll see."

When we got out of the the bathroom, his son was gone, run off. He really is a coward.

I work for his father now, as his personal assistant. The pay is very good, of course, and I am learning a lot.

Every now and then I refuse to let him touch me. I don't want him to think that he's paying for that too. I also told him that I'll geld him in his sleep if he ever touches another woman.

Let me know what you think!



The Beard



My life changed the day I walked in on my sister and her friend Sara having sex. I thought they were outside and I snuck into Laura's room to steal a pair of her panties I could sniff as I jacked off. I stood mesmerized as I looked at two naked twenty year olds, suddenly Sara screamed as she saw me. I turned beet red and fled to my room, of course, I felt guilty as I had just been caught trying to commit a perverted act. Laura came into my room and I begged her not to be mad at me, she said she wasn't mad but she was worried I would tell mom what she and Sara were doing. I promised her I would never tell and I guess she believed me.

A couple of days later she came up with her plan, and after telling me about it, I agreed without a moment's hesitation. She asked me to pretend to be Sara's boyfriend, that way Sara could spend more time at our house without our mother asking too many questions. This was like a dream come true for me, as a kid of eighteen you can believe how cool it was for my friends to think I was dating a twenty year old. The best part for Laura was our mom kept insisting that she be included in our activities as kind of a chaperone. We three were together almost every night, and even if I wasn't the one having sex, just watching those two get it on was almost as good.

Laura convinced me to talk mom into letting us use the cabin for a weekend and of course, my mom agreed as long as I took my big sister to make sure Sara and me didn't get into trouble. There seemed to be no one at the lake and it was as if we had it all to ourselves. Once on the shore in our bathing suits Sara came up to me, as she peeled off the top to her suit she said,

"Laura and I plan to get hot and heavy; I hope we don't embarrass you too much."

"It's OK Sara I understand, I just hope you don't mind me watching, it's so hot to see you two together."

As an answer, my already naked sis came up to Sara, knelt and slipped the bottoms of her suit off in front of me. She handed them to me,

"Here little bro you can sniff what I'm about to eat, I know you want to."

Laura spread the lips of Sara's pussy and began to noisily lap and suck her clit. After staring at my sister for a long while I looked up at Sara, She had a dreamy look on her face as she combed her finger through Laura's hair. She saw me watching her,

"I love your sister's tongue; she has an unmatched talent..."

Suddenly she grabbed Laura's head and held it to her pussy and I could tell she was having an intense orgasm. When my sister pulled her head back, her face was covered in Sara's juices. She stood came to me and first kissed me then rubbed her face into mine,

"Here's a fresh taste," she teased. The two girls wrestled me to the ground, then pulled my suit off saying if they were to be naked then I had to be. My own sister teased me about how much my 'stiffy' had grown up. We remained naked for the rest of the day both in the water and out. One time the two girls swam to the floating dock and from the beach, I could see Sara feasting on Laura blond pussy. I reached over, picked up Sara's bottoms, and jacked off as I tried to get her smell from the crotch.

That night Sara produced a bottle of wine and we sat before the fireplace all of us getting a little drunk. I was glad the girls felt at ease with me around and I actually enjoyed the teasing they kept giving me. Sara came over and sat next to me she put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss.

"Sam, you are the best boyfriend I ever had and I think you deserve a reward. You know your sister took my cherry and so I think I should take yours."

She pulled me into their bedroom and told Laura to come too as she might need help. As she told me to lie on the bed, I felt my cock throbbing and I prayed this was not going to be a prank of some kind. Laura said that I was so excited I wouldn't last five seconds and that was why she liked girls better. Sara said she would take the edge off and bent down and took my dick in her mouth. As she watched her girlfriend suck me off Laura told me that if I wanted to be a Cocks-man I would have to learn how to eat pussy. My sister then mounted my face giving me a lesson; I came as soon as my tongue touched her clit. With her mouth full of my cum Sara sat on my now soft dick then leaned over and began to make out with Laura and they traded my issue back and forth between them. I was hard in just a few seconds and I slipped my cock into Sara before she changed her mind. Even though I had climaxed only a short time ago, I still didn't last very long. Sara called me a rookie and after ordering Laura off my face told me I had clean up duty then sat on my face feeding me my own sperm. She in turn took over my job of pleasing Laura and we stayed like that until both of the girls had orgasmed a couple of times.

We continued our ruse for the rest of the summer and although I was not allowed back into their lovemaking, I was still allowed to witness quite a bit of it. At the start of school both girls went off to college together where they didn't need a boy around to hide their love. As for me, I'm back in the real world and I have to say it's not nearly as exciting as the summer I spent being my sister's beard. 



The Bearing



This is an entry for the 2013 Halloween Contest. Be sure to place your vote and check out other entries. Thanks. 

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"It's that offensive line, man," Gary said. "You can't do anything with a line that's in shambles." 

I took a drink of my beer and nodded. "I wish they would've spent some money on that instead of those puny running backs and receivers they picked up."

Gary shook his head and looked away from the flat screen above the bar. 

"Oh well," he said. "Another season already down the drain." 

The bartender took Gary's empty bottle and replaced it with a fresh beer. 

"Get him another," he told her, motioning to me. "Nah, I can't," I said. "I gotta get going after this one." 

Gary made a face. "Jake, come on man. Hang out for a while. They're throwing a Halloween party here later. The band is in the back right now."

I gave him a weak smile. "I can't."

"Dude, my brother is coming tonight, and Dave and Toby... oh, and that chick Nicole that lives in my building is gonna be here. The one with the pink hair and tattoos?"

I deflected the thought of the beautiful punk rock girl by saying, "I thought she dated girls or something?" 

"Just hang around a while," Gary said.

"Nope. I gotta get home. I promised Amy that I'd be there to hand out candy with her." 

I saw my friend's expression change slightly. There was a glimmer of concern in his eyes that I did not miss.

"How is she doing?" He asked. 

I shrugged. "She's okay, I guess, but she's still really down about everything. Seems like she hasn't been feeling good lately, though. I wish she would stay away from her aunt. She was supposed to go see her again today, I think."

Gary's brow furrowed. "What's so bad about that?"

"Her Aunt Mary is a bit of a cook," I said with a sigh. "I don't know, she's just really superstitious. Mary always comes up with these ridiculous home remedies for all kinds of things."

"And she has a home remedy for... for Amy?" 

I shook my head. "That's pretty doubtful. And I wish she would quit filling my wife's head full of false hope and garbage."

"Wait," Gary said, his eyes hazy with thought. "That's the old woman that has all that voodoo looking shit in her house, right? The one that always wears dresses and charm necklaces and stuff?"

I nodded. "She's a bit out there. Anyway, she's been coming around Amy for a while ever since we got the news. Hopefully Amy will snap out of her funk soon and stop talking to her."

The image of my wife's aunt appeared in my head. I could see her sunken eyes and thin lipped scowl. The thought of her joyless phony smile was enough to make me shudder. I turned up my bottle and finished the rest of my beer. As I stood, Gary rose and gave me a pat on the back. 

"She'll come around, brother," he assured me. "It'll just take some time."

"A lot of time, I guess," I said. "She's probably waiting on me. I should hit the road, man. I'll see you later." 

****

The sun was just beginning to set as I made my way up the steps to my front door. Frank was lying on the porch and rose to greet me, and I scratched behind the Husky's ears. I still smiled at the thought of his ridiculous name, one that Gary had dreamed up for him. It had somehow stuck.

"Hey, Frank," I cooed. "What're you doing out here buddy? Did Mama not let you back in?"

I opened the door and headed inside with Frank following at my heels. To my surprise, the house was completely dark and silent. Usually, Amy would have been in the kitchen cooking and singing along to whatever music she had on the television. It was a little odd even considering my wife's mood of late. 

I poked my head into the kitchen and saw that Amy wasn't there. Her purse, however, was sitting on the counter near the door that led to the garage. It was where she always tossed it when she came in. It seemed as though she had just come home. 

"Amy?" I called into the silent house. "Babe, where are you at?" 

There was no answer. I looked through the sliding glass doors and scanned the back yard. Frank mimicked my actions like always. The sunset painted leaves nearly covered the ground. I had thought to find Amy sitting on the back deck, as it was her favorite place to relax, but she wasn't there either.

Turning from the doors, I looked up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. 

"Amy!" I called. 

There was still no answer. A hint of worry began to gnaw at my insides. I started to wonder if I would find her lying sick in the bed. She had mentioned something about feeling feverish the night before. I sighed and began climbing the steps when a sound made me stop. 

I turned around when I heard the whimper below. Frank was sitting at the bottom of the steps. Whereas usually he followed me everywhere, he didn't seem to like the idea of going upstairs. His ears were back and his body seemed tense. His blue eyes studied me with a sort of anticipation.

"Frank, what is it, boy?" I said patting my leg. "Come on, you can come up here."

The dog rose, but turned his snout away like a reined horse and backed slowly away. It was strange that Frank wouldn't follow me. Normally, he was like a shadow to either Amy or myself. I shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he had messed up something upstairs and Amy had gotten after him with a rolled up magazine. 

I reached the hall of the second floor, where the house seemed to grow darker. Where downstairs the warm orange glow of the sunset peered into the house, the second story was dull, cold, and grey. Just as I was about to head for the master bedroom at the end of the hall, I heard a faint hissing sound. 

Tilting my head, I strained to make out the sound. Though I couldn't be sure, it sounded like whispering. Before I could make out any sort of voice or word, the sound stopped. Gears began turning in my head that I hadn't meant to turn as the hairs on my arm stood. My mind worked to puzzle together a logical reason for the whispers that I heard. It was almost as though the sounds had ceased suddenly when I took notice to them. 

"Amy?" 

My voice seemed deafening in the unsettling silence. A high pitched ringing in my ears was the only response I received. Then came a whining sound from the stairs behind me. It startled me a bit when I heard it, but I recognized that it was Frank at the bottom of the steps. It took a few seconds for my heart to relax. 

I was about to head down the hall when I saw movement in the corner of my eye. Shadows near the crack of the door on the carpet appeared and faded. Someone was in the spare room, the nursery.

"Amy, you in there?"

Just as I spoke the name, I heard the hissing of whispers yet again. It was impossible to make out what was being said, but it seemed as though the sounds were coming from the nursery. I turned and reached for the doorknob. The whispers rose like a gust of wind as I pushed open the door, then immediately ceased when I stood inside the room.

Amy was standing across the room with her back to me. 

"Jeez, Amy I called for you like a dozen times," I said breathing a sigh of relief. "I figured you were in the bed sick or something."

My wife didn't respond. She didn't even turn at the sound of my voice. Amy simply remained still and silent, facing toward the window. She appeared to have been cleaning or working around the house. Her hair was tied in a ball of brown curls atop her head, and she wore only a thin pair of black tights and a long tank top. One of the straps hung from her shoulder, exposing the feminine curves of her back. 

"Amy?" 

Again, she was frozen and silent. I had initially thought that she was looking out of the window, but the blinds were shut and the thin blue curtains were pulled to. Something in the air of the room was dark and chilling, a contrast to the bright blue walls. All of the corners near the ceiling seemed hazy and somehow congested by something intangible. 

"Amy, are you okay?" 

When my wife didn't answer for a third time, I quickly approached her and turned her gently by her shoulders. As her glossy eyes rose to meet mine, she blinked and shook her head. Whatever trance she had been under seemed to fade. Amy seemed coherent when she looked up into my eyes. 

"Are you alright?" I asked her. "I kept calling your name and you didn't answer or move or anything."

Amy shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry, babe, I've been zoned out all day. I didn't sleep too well last night."

I cracked a smile of relief, though I was still perplexed by how odd my wife had acted.

"You were creeping me the hell out there for a second," I said with a laugh. "I didn't know if you were sleep walking or a zombie or what."

Amy let out a weak laugh. She brushed her dark brown bangs out of her eyes and sighed. I studied her curiously. She did look extremely tired. The the skin around her eyes was puffy. I couldn't be sure if she was actually pale or if the lighting in the room was playing tricks on me. A peculiar thought crossed my mind.

"Were you talking to yourself in here?" I asked.

Amy shot me a funny look and a grin. "Um, no, why would I do that?"

I chuckled and shrugged. "I... I don't know, I just thought I heard something before I came in."

"Cool," she said with a nod. "So we're both weirdos."

Amy leaned in on her toes and planted a kiss on my lips. She started to head for the door, but I looped her into my arms and pulled her closer. Our hips pressed close as my hands explored the curves in her back. A little smile formed on my wife's face. 

"Was that the only greeting I was gonna get?" I asked. "Just a little 'nice to see you peck' and that's it?" 

Amy cocked her head. 

"Well, what were you wanting?" She teased. 

Tracing my fingertip along her smooth skin, I gently pulled the loose strap of her shirt up over her shoulder as it belonged. 

"I want the good stuff," I said. 

"Oh, really?"

She hardly had time to get the words out before I moved in to kiss her. Our lips met, and she invited my tongue into her mouth. We embraced for several seconds, our tongues dancing gracefully together. My hands began to wander down her slender back to the arch of her ass. Her round cheeks felt amazing in her silky smooth black tights. I could feel the familiar curve of her plump ass and the thin strap of the thong panties that disappeared between her cheeks. 

Moving slowly, I broke away from her lips and moved to her slender neck. I nipped at the spot beneath her ear, which I knew would give her chills. I did feel a shuddering breath catch in her chest. Growing a bit bolder, I found the edge of her tights and slid my hand inside over the smooth cold flesh of her ass. I couldn't resist the urge to squeeze her cheek in my palm tightly. 

I felt Amy push against me gently with her hands.

"Jake... Jake, wait," she breathed into my ear. 

The tone of her voice was one of reluctance. I pulled away from her neck and studied her. Amy's eyes were downcast as she bit her lip, standing rigid in my arms. 

"Baby, what is it?" I asked her, though I knew what troubled her. 

Amy shook her head, her bangs fluttering on her forehead. 

"I... I just... I can't," she stuttered. "Not right now, I'm... I'm sorry babe."

She turned away from me to leave. Something in my chest knotted up and hardened. I sighed helplessly and stretched the limits of my understanding even further. 

"Hey, Amy?"

She stopped in the doorway and turned. I licked my lips and wiggled my fingers nervously.

"You okay?" I asked. "I mean, I just didn't expect to find you in the nursery."

Amy's eyes fell from mine. Her lips tightened.

"Uh-huh," she mumbled, turning quickly and leaving the room. 

I wondered what it had truly meant. 

****

Amy shivered and scooted closer to me, pulling her arms in close. I leaned back and sat straight for a second, feeling the ache in my muscles from sitting on the porch for so long. 

"It's actually really cold tonight," Amy said. 

"Yeah, I'm surprised there were this many trick-or-treaters," I agreed. "Seems like there were a lot more this year. Should be about all of them though. Don't think anyone else would be out this late."

I shook the big orange bowl in my hand. There were only a few dozen pieces of candy left. The jack o'lantern beside me still burned brightly, its gaping grin casting shadows on the porch. Amy always loved Halloween. She carved pumpkins every year and dressed the house up to match the occasion, though I never held much interest for the holiday myself. 

"Jake?" 

I glanced over. Amy was nibbling at her fingernail. For several moments she said nothing. Finally, she sighed and put her arm around my waist. 

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier," Amy started. "I just... every time I think about it, it reminds me, and I can't really get in the mood with that in my head."

"I know," I said. "It's not your fault. I mean I'm not trying to pressure you, it's just that it's been a while since we've messed around, you know. I guess I'm just testing the waters."

Amy sighed. "Maybe things will be better soon, though. Mary was telling me today that I have to try to eliminate some of the stress. She's got this book that says I actually have a pretty good chance to-"

"Are you seriously listening to her babe?" I blurted. "You're going through a rough patch right now. I don't mind you visiting her, but I'm not comfortable with her filling your head full of false hope and superstitious crap."

Amy looked as though I had slapped her. I immediately realized how hateful I must have sounded. 

"Okay, she's a little strange," she admitted. "I can see that, but I wouldn't pass off everything she says and does just because you don't understand her."

My anger flared for a moment and I fought down the urge to raise my voice. 

"Honey, you can't have children," I said flatly. "I know that crushes you, and it's going to take some time to get past that. Hell, you may never get over it completely. But no special potion or soup or damn ritual prayer, or whatever Mary has been doing with you that's gonna fix that. You can't let her manipulate you like that!" 

Amy narrowed her eyes at me from behind her bangs. "She's my aunt, Jake. She's trying to help me. Like she did when I had that heart problem when I was just a baby."

I threw a hand up in protest. 

"You don't know that she helped that, Amy."

"Why are you acting like this?" She said. "She's not doing voodoo or witchcraft or some satanic ritual on me. Its not what you think, its about body chemistry and vitamins and-"

"I can't believe you buy into the stuff she tells you," I muttered.

Amy shook her head. For several seconds, she stared silently off into the front yard, watching a few leaves dance across the rest as a cold breeze blew. I couldn't feel the chill. I was warm with anger. The thought of such a crazy old superstitious woman taking advantage of my wife during her most vulnerable of times made my blood boil. It was worse that Amy had been so distant from me yet so close to her Aunt Mary, a woman who hadn't come around in years. 

Amy's voice startled me a bit when she finally spoke. 

"You can't believe anything," she stated bluntly. "You don't believe in anything, you don't have faith in anything, and you won't listen to anyone."

I looked at her. Amy's jaw was clenched firmly and her eyes were as cold as the autumn wind. She shook her head once more and rose from the porch steps. 

"Amy... Amy, wait," I started.

"I'll be in the bed," she called over her shoulder. The front door slammed shut, leaving me in the cold beside the grinning jack o'lantern. 

****

There was a hard knot of emotions deep in my chest that kept me awake. I shifted and fluffed the pillow beneath my head. No matter what I did I could not seem to get comfortable. When I grew hot, I would peel the sheets away, only to pull them over my body moments later. 

I could feel the warmth from Amy's back inches from my own. Part of me wanted to put my arms around her and hold her close, but another part felt like shaking her and forcing her to listen to reason. I was tossed between tides of anger and empathy. For all the emotion welling up inside, I did nothing. 

My eyes were drawn as they always were to the tiny green light. The small bulb on the smoke alarm above the bedroom door was the only light at all in the darkness. No matter how much I tried to stare into the soothing black, my gaze was drawn inevitably back to the green glow cast upon the door. Though faint, it was a beacon to my eyes. 

In my head a chorus of voices swirled like a storm, colliding and overlapping one another. There was the desperate reasoning of Amy as she struggled to cope with the terrible misfortune she had been dealt. It seemed to me that I had lost the old Amy. She had been replaced by the worrisome, tired, and empty woman that she was now. I would always be there for her. I would never abandon her, yet it seemed that there was nothing I could say that would make her listen. It made me feel helpless.

The withered creaking voice of Mary haunted my mind as well. Everything about her was unsettling, from her piercing glass like eyes to her false crooked smile. The things that she believed and practiced were almost pagan and just... odd. Even as I lay struggling to find sleep, it angered me to know that Mary was suddenly taking such great interest in my wife in her time of despair. She had always had some strange influence over her ever since Amy's mother had passed. I had always supposed that Amy saw her aunt as the last tie to her mother in some way. The sisters had been very close, and in turn, Mary had grown close to my wife.

"She's always been so special to me. And she's more perfect than she'll ever know."

I remembered her saying the words shortly after we had received the awful news that Amy could not bear children. It wasn't an unusual thing for someone to say about their niece. It was the tone that bothered me, the way that she had said it. As if she knew something that I could not. The old woman was sly and misleading. Everything she said seemed to mean more than she let on. 

I wasn't sure how long I lay staring at that green light above the door. The knot in my chest was beginning to loosen, giving away to fatigue. My eyelids felt like heavy quilts. The tension in my body melted into the warmth of the bed. I set my worries aside. They could wait. I didn't have the energy to worry anymore. My every blink began to linger.

That crooked grin and glossy eyes flashed in the hazy void of my mind. She was laughing. No. Just grinning. But she might as well have laughed. It was the only genuine smile I had ever seen on her weathered face. Something deep inside of me shrunk away. Something about her was... wrong. I saw nothing behind those eyes. Nothing substantial. Only dark. Only weightless lifeless dark. Yet something did seem to stir there. Something peered back unseen in the blackness of those eyes.

My eyes shot open and I drew in a swift heavy breath. My heart was racing and my chest was cold inside. Still wrapped in the covers, I trembled. It took me a few seconds to come to my senses, realizing that I had dozed off. For how long I wasn't certain. I exhaled and rubbed my face. Shifting slightly my gaze was again drawn to the faint green glow of the smoke alarm, and to the silhouette standing in front of the door. 

Blinking my eyes hard, I peered across the room again. I had thought it to be a result of my hazy vision, but there stood a dark figure at the bedroom door. I froze beneath the sheets and stopped breathing. My mind reeled as I tried to process what was happening. The only logic that my drowsy mind could initially conjure was that someone was standing there. Someone was standing there. It wasn't a dream. They were standing there. 




The Bearing



The figure was motionless, but I noticed the person shook or trembled slightly. The head appeared to lay to one side. I could make out long hair draped about the shoulders. The figure faced toward the bed, as though staring directly at me. 

Trying to control my panic, I regained my senses. I made a half turn and swept my arm behind me. Amy was not beside me. The covers were drawn back and the sheet on the mattress was surprisingly cold, as though no one had occupied the space in some time. 

I sat up in the bed. 

"Amy?" I whispered. 

There was no reply. It was undoubtedly my wife that stood at the door, but it was troubling to see her standing in the dark not speaking or moving. The image of Amy standing much the same way only hours before in the nursery surfaced in my head. 

"Amy, what are you doing?"

Still she made no sound. I reached over the nightstand and twisted the switch on the lamp. It clicked without result. I twisted it several more times but the lamp did not turn on. Glancing over I saw that the display on my alarm clock was blank. For some reason, the power was off. 

A familiar hissing of whispers rose faintly in the room. I jerked my hand away and scanned the darkness around me. Amy seemed not to notice. At that moment, I heard a low growl from somewhere in the room. I looked toward the corner and found Frank's dog bed empty. The whispers continued, rising and falling like a cold winter breeze against a window pane. I could not make out any words in particular, though it sounded like a chatter of voices. 

"Amy!" I hissed. "Amy, what is wrong with you!"

Her head twisted around on her shoulders suddenly with a crack, her dark hair whipping around. The whispers ceased immediately and a blanket of ice fell over my entire body. Amy's head was facing the open doorway at an alarming angle. I watched my wife's silhouette in awe as her body slowly rotated to match the orientation of her head. The growl in the room grew louder with her movement. 

I had never been one to frighten easily, yet I was petrified in the bed. Amy still trembled and shook, her hands and arms jerking from some sort of spasm. She then began to take slow small steps toward the hall, her body shifting and turning unnaturally as she went. The green glow from the smoke alarm cast its light down the curves of her back and her tiny white tank top. 

"A-Amy?" 

But she had disappeared into the darkness. For several seconds I sat in the deafening silence of the room listening to the pounding of my heart in my ears. My trembling breath was slow but shallow. 

I jumped when the raucous of what sounded like pots and pans falling to the floor in the kitchen filled the house. Immediately after I heard the refrigerator door opening, and more sounds of things hitting the tile. I fumbled for the handle to the drawer of my nightstand, jerked it open, and found the flashlight under a pile of books. Flinging the covers aside, I rose from the bed and cast the beam of the flashlight toward the hall. 

I turned when I heard a whine. A pair of blue eyes peered out at me from under the bed. 

"Frank?" I said. "Come on out of there boy, we need to go get momma."

The husky made no move but let out another whine. 

"Come on, buddy, momma needs our help."

Frank stayed hidden in his spot under the bed. I swallowed and turned back toward the hall. Mustering my nerve, I headed out of the room with my flashlight in hand. Though I tried to keep calm and control myself, the light shook in my hand, and the beam ahead of me mirrored the action. 

I peered down the stairs, listening to the shuffling sounds from the kitchen below. 

"Amy?" I called down.

The noise continued. I slowly descended the stairs. My pulse was thumping and with every step I grew more nervous and hesitant. The shadows created by the flashlight warped and grew, then shrunk away to join the darkness around me. This tricked my senses into believing there was movement all around me. I immediately began to hate the dark. 

Just as I reached the foot of the stairs, the shuffling sounds stopped. I froze in the absolute silence of the house. I held my breath and listened. From somewhere near, I heard what had to be bare feet scrambling across the hardwood floor. Though there was a cold pit of fear forming deep within me, I steeled myself and headed toward the kitchen door. 

"Amy, what the hell is going on?" I called.

The kitchen was a mess. Cabinet doors were open, pans and dishes were scattered on the counter and the floor, and food had been strewn about in front of the open refrigerator door. Shining my flashlight across the kitchen, I grew more perplexed and hesitant with every second. Amy had to be sleepwalking. It was the only logical excuse I could think of for her actions. 

My foot slid on something and I was nearly sent sprawling to the floor. After catching myself, I looked down and cast the light at my feet. 

"Really?" I muttered. 

I wiped a bit of ground beef from my bare heel and examined the remains on the tile. The tube of beef had either been opened or my foot had done the job when I stepped on it, I couldn't tell which. Ignoring the film that still clung to my heel, I made my way through the door to the living room. 

She stood in front of our couch. I stopped when I saw her. My hand wouldn't stop trembling and I didn't know why. Amy's back was turned to me, and again she stood motionless. Her dark brown hair was down, its ends touching her shoulder blades. The small tank she wore was short and exposed her lower back above her blue pajama bottoms. 

It was so strange to see her this way. I couldn't get the image of her head twisting violently aside in the bedroom moments before. The way she had lethargically trudged from the room.... It was as though she were not the same person. I shrugged the thoughts aside. Sleepwalking. That's all it was. It was weird, but not unheard of. I had never seen Amy do it, but that meant nothing. 

Letting out a deep breath, I took a few steps toward my motionless wife.

"Babe?" I said. "Hey, Amy let's get you back...."

She turned to face me. I stopped again. 

"Hey, Jake," Amy said as a broad smile formed on her face. "Were you looking for little old me?"

I was taken back by her sudden coherent response, and the casual and playful tone of her voice. Her eyes were hidden in the shadow of her bangs. The only thing I could see of them was the twinkles that reflected the beam of the flashlight. 

"What are you doing?" I asked warily. 

Amy gave me a little shrug. "Couldn't sleep. I was going to get a glass of milk."

I studied her passive smirking expression as she began taking small steps toward me. 

"Amy, there's stuff all over the kitchen floor," I pointed out. 

"It was dark. Power must be off."

There was something in my wife's voice that I didn't recognize. She spoke to me as though teasing me. Amy didn't so much as walk towards me as much as she glided, her hip swaying and her legs flowing. She drew closer and I saw her tongue moving in her mouth, sliding along the back of her teeth. The points of her erect brown nipples were visible through her small tank top. 

"I must have made a pretty bad mess, though, huh?" Amy said in a caramel smooth voice. "I'll have to clean that up."

Her every word dripped with honey, and her movements were slow and measured, like a stalking tiger. It was all so strange and out of place. Amy came to stand right in front of me. I pointed the beam of the flashlight at the floor, creating an eerie glow beneath us. Shadows hit my wife's face that made her appear alluring and mysterious. It was like staring at a different woman. I had always loved her long bangs and flowing brown hair, but in that moment they shielded her eyes completely. That part of her face seemed hollow, which was more than unnerving.

"Honey, what is going on?" I asked her. The suspicion and worry were evident in my voice. "Are you feeling alright?" 

I reached up to place my hand on her forehead. She did not seem to have a fever, though I was not sure what that knowledge really meant. Amy took my hand in hers and pressed it to her cheek.

"I feel fine, baby," she said. "I actually feel... really, really good." 

When she rubbed my hand gently down her cheek, my fingertips brushed across her lips. In that instant I felt the silky warmth of her tongue. Amy pressed in closer. Our bodies touched at the hips. Her soft slender hand slid under my shirt and around my back. She tilted her head and I caught the glimmer of her eyes as they ran across my body. 

"Amy...."

I must have been in shock. I stood as still as a statue while she took my free hand and placed it on her bare lower back. Her skin felt cold, but was smooth and pleasantly familiar. Her hot breath was suddenly flooding down my neck. Amy draped her arm around my shoulder while her other still slithered across my back. The hairs on my neck stood up and a refreshing shudder ran through me. 

Amy slowly licked from my collarbone to my earlobe. Her hand snuck into my boxers and squeezed my ass cheek. I felt her fingernails in my flesh. There was no way to stop the throb in my dick. Still, I stood unmoving with my hand around her waist and the flashlight in my clammy palm.

"Babe, what's gotten in to you?" I breathed. 

She chuckled into my ear, still teasing my earlobe with her tongue. 

"Nothing, yet," Amy teased. 

A nervous laugh left my lips. "Are... are you seriously coming on to me right now?"

"Why not?" Amy said. Her face was suddenly in front of mine, the shadows caused by the flashlight masking her beautiful features. "Is it such a bad thing?" 

I had never heard her use such a seductive tone of voice. She almost seemed drunk. Amy's hand released my ass and worked its way to the front of my boxers. Her hidden eyes appeared to flash. Her smirk broadened when her fingers closed around my flaccid cock. I sucked in a breath at the touch of her cold hands. Searching her shadowed face, I saw only her brown bangs and naughty grin. 

"Amy...."

I was shoved backward. Sprawling onto the couch awkwardly, I stared up at my wife in utter shock. 

"Amy, Amy, Amy," she mocked. Amy still wore the same grin as she bent close to my legs. "Why are you acting like such a scared little sissy, Jake?"

I stuttered something unintelligible as I watched Amy take hold of my boxers and pull them down my legs. I found myself naked and confused, lying with a leg on the floor and one on the end of the couch. When I pointed the flashlight at my wife, I saw a rush of motion. Her arm snapped out and grabbed the end of the light, averting it aside. Amy then jerked it from my hand. 

The blinding beam was then turned toward my face. With a foreshortened arm I shield my eyes. 

"How does that feel?" My wife giggled. 

She tossed the light behind me on the couch, far above my reach. The shadows in the room shifted and warped into new shapes. I still could not completely see Amy, but I felt her palms sliding up my thighs and across my bare stomach. Her fingernails then raked back down my flesh. A single cold hand encircled my dick and balls. My legs straightened reflexively from her touch. 

"Damn, baby," I said. "Are you this horny?"

I heard a low teasing laugh. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetie."

I saw her silhouette lower in the dark. My breath caught in my throat when something incredibly warm and moist pressed against my asshole. Her tongue slid upward. I first felt her nose, then her slithering tongue against the underside of my scrotum. Amy didn't stop but wound her way around the base of my half limp dick. My entire cock was then taken into her warm mouth. 

My hand clutched at the cushion beside me. It felt like my dick was swimming inside of Amy's head. Her tongue rolled and wrestled it around as she bathed it with saliva. She pressed hard with her thumb behind my balls and massaged the tender skin in circles. 

"Oh fuck, baby," I gasped. 

Amy moaned against my throbbing dick. Her free hand slid up and around my waist. Again her fingernails pricked my flesh while she groped at my back. I was growing steadily in her mouth, yet her head never pulled away. Squeezing and rubbing beneath my balls, Amy held her lips in place, allowing her hot breath to escape through her nose. My hardening cock seemed to snake into her throat impossibly.

I groaned and planted a hand on the back of her head. My eyes rolled as I clutched a handful of her thick brown hair. My ass clenched and my hips rose against my wife hard. Amy, with her mouth still locked around my throbbing dick, emitted a muffled laugh. The sensation was wonderful but unbearable. I was stiff inside of her, pumping full and erect against her swirling tongue. A moan of pleasure burst forth from my lips and I pulled hard at Amy's hair. 

"Shit, Amy!" I said with a gasp. "I... I can't...."

Her mouth slid up my shaft and my engorged tip popped from her slimy lips. My breathing was suddenly rapid but my legs and hips finally relaxed. I heard my wife laughing in the dark. Her hand clutched my hard slimy cock. Squeezing as she went, Amy stroked my shaft. 

"Damn, baby," I said, twitching from her touch. 

Again Amy laughed. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so sexually bold. Strange as it was, I couldn't deny how aroused I had already become. I tried to relax as much as possible on the couch while she stroked my dick. I could hardly see Amy in the darkness. The beam from the flashlight did little to illuminate her as it was pointed another direction. This added to the excitement I felt. It was like a stranger was between my legs. 

In the shadows, I could make out my wife's form as she released my cock and pulled her shirt over her head. I wished I could make out her chest in detail. She returned to my crotch, her fingers gripping the base of my erect cock. Something warm and slick hit my shaft and dribbled down to my balls. Amy had spit on me, I realized, adding a layer of lubricant to my dick. 

Hot air surrounded my sex just before Amy's mouth closed around my shaft near her fingers. I jerked when the flat of her tongue wagged across the head of my dick. With every nod of her head, I seemed to grow wetter and sloppier. She was really getting it wet. Saliva seeped from her lips and trickled down the sides of my balls and thighs. Amy's hand massaged my crotch, rubbing the fluid all over. Before I could protest, I felt a finger probing at my asshole. 

"Whoa, damn!" I blurted. "Amy what are you doing?"

She did not answer, but slid her finger into my tight hole all the way to her knuckle. I yelped and grabbed her bare shoulder. Though I wanted to protest, I said nothing. The sharp pain in my anus was dim compared to the flood of stimulation washing over my cock. I shifted uncomfortably beneath her. 

I clutched the couch and stared into the darkness above. Amy began to work her finger in and out of my ass. It was an odd sensation, but wasn't completely unpleasant. Part of me felt like melting into the couch, while another part felt like climbing away. Never had I seen my wife this way. The person swallowing my cock was a far cry from the shy whimpering wife that usually shared by bed. 

It was incredible.

My dick slipped from Amy's mouth. The tension in my body deflated as I let out a long breath. I heard the same wicked laughter from my wife. The sound of it struck me as so very strange, like something was out of tune with her voice. Still chuckling to herself, Amy took my slimy erection and rubbed it across her face. The feeling was naughty and amazing, though again out of place. 

I moaned as I felt the head of my dick sliding across her lips and cheeks. Peering through the dark, Amy appeared to be having the time of her life. To say the least, it made my stiff cock strain in her hand. I had to watch. I reached far above my head, my fingertips clawing for the flashlight. When at last I had it in my hand, I pointed it toward my sex hungry wife. 

Her face glistened from the saliva on my dick, which she had smeared across her skin. Amy's dark hair was becoming a stringy mess. She grinned at me through the strands of hair that fell over her face while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Her eyes remained somehow hidden from me, the only sight of them was the glimmer from the flashlight. Watching Amy greedily lick at my bulging cock, a sudden thought crossed my mind.

"What... what did she give you?" I asked. "Did you take something that Mary gave you?"

Amy snickered. "I'll never tell."

My wife rose to her feet. I felt the burning friction as her finger slid from my ass. Amy turned away from me, and my gaze traced the curve in her back. She hooked her thumbs in her pajamas, bent very slowly, and slid the bottoms over her round ass and to the floor. 

"I feel like doing some... dirty... dirty fucking things with you," Amy said smoothly as her pajamas fell. 

My breath quickened at the sound of her voice and the sight of her exposed ass bent before me. I saw the mound of her pussy nestled in her crotch. 

"O-oh, really?" I played along timidly. "What did, uh... what did you have in mind?"

It was like watching a stripper. Amy flipped her hair back, her upper body lifting and her back arching. She ran her fingers through her thick hair and let out a teasing moan. I was so enthralled by Amy's show that I hardly noticed the whispers at first. They seemed to bounce around the room, and my eyes cut around at the peculiar sound. 

There was a thud as Amy fell to her knees on the hardwood floor. I studied her pale naked flesh in the beam of the flashlight. Her head turned as she peeked over her shoulder at me. When she spoke, there was a hollow reverberation in her voice that both chilled and aroused me. 

"I want to be fucked like a dog," Amy groaned. "As hard as you can."

My cock throbbed. Amy fell to the floor on her palms, her plump ass jutting upward. Her legs spread and I saw her fingers slide under to stroke at her budding pussy. I blinked myself out of my trance. I could not believe the way Amy was behaving. Something was definitely off about the whole situation. Mary had to have given her something to make her so horny, some odd voodoo stimulant or something of the sort. 

I didn't care. Shocked as I was, Amy was lust drunk, and I wasn't about to let her down. I crawled to the floor, my dick bobbing as I moved. Amy's cheek was flat on the hardwood. Her hands couldn't seem to stop moving. She rubbed her hair across her face and rubbed at her pussy vigorously. Whatever foreign substance pumped through her veins was really kicking in. 

Drawing up close behind my wife, I let the flashlight fall to the floor. Its rolled and poured its light across the hardwood. I placed my hands on Amy's large round ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. A slow breath escaped my lips. I soaked in the marvelous feel of her soft skin. My hands slid up her back over her every curve. 

Amy moaned against the floor. A familiar hissing rose in the room. The whispers grew louder as my wife beat her palm on the ground. "Come on," she snapped. "Put it in me. I want it!"

I froze, startled by the sudden sharpness in Amy's voice. My emotions intertwined. I was as perplexed and hesitant as I was aroused by her outburst. Taking my sticky cock in my hand, I guided it to her crotch. My bulbous tip pressed against her lips. 

"Yes!" Amy hissed. 

I pressed forward and my cock slid into her pussy with ease. A low groan slipped from my mouth. Amy's body instantly reacted to my penetration. She bent further and spread wider, then shoved herself back until her ass bounced against my hips. The sensation was all but unbearable. 

"Oh! Oh fuck, you feel so good!" Amy growled. 

Her uncharacteristic naughty talk sent a jolt of heat through my body. I clutched her ass cheeks while she rammed her self into me. It was a sight to watch Amy twist and buck her hips against me. My knees were already killing me on the hardwood, but I ignored the pain. My entire focus was on my sex drunken wife bouncing on my cock. I gave the side of her ass a hard slap, and Amy let out a roar of ecstasy. 




The Bearing



"Give it to me," Amy rasped through her heavy breath.

I was more than happy to oblige, pumping my hips into her jiggling ass cheeks. My cock felt like stone as it plunged through her wet pussy. For a moment, I feared I might be hurting her. She had made such a claim on one occasion when we were fucking in the same position, but this was a different Amy. She was slamming her ass into me harder than I was pumping her. It was only seconds before she let me know about it. 

"Harder! Fuck me like a fucking whore!" 

Amy was practically screaming. I couldn't have been more turned on. She had transformed into a ravenous slut right before my eyes. I drove my cock into her faster and harder, jerking her hips into me as I clutched her clammy flesh. Amy started to curse and scream all sorts of obscenities against the floor. She tugged at her own hair and slapped the hardwood in a fit. It made me fuck her even harder. 

My cock popped painfully from my wife's pussy. Breathing heavily, I was about to reinsert myself into her when Amy's hand shot around and took hold of my dick. Whispers buzzed around my head again and my mind was racing to process all that was happening. Peering down at Amy in the shadows, I felt the head of my slimy cock press between her ass cheeks. 

Before I could say anything, my dick had popped into Amy's warm, tight asshole. The ring inside her anus hugged my shaft and seemed to squeeze my very throbbing blood numb. I was in awe of what was happening. I had never had anal sex with my wife, and yet now, she slid her asshole down to the base of my cock, groaning and laughing like a lunatic. Her hands clawed at the hardwood, and I even thought I heard the cringe inducing scratch of her nails on the floor.

"Yes!" Amy shouted, her hair flipping as her head snapped around to look back at me. "Oh, Jake... stick your dick deep in that filthy ass!" 

"Jesus, Amy," I said between breaths. "I... I don't wanna hurt you."

"Just fuck me you pathetic sissy!" She screamed. 

I jerked my hands away. It wasn't simply the ire in her voice that shocked me. It was far more than dirty talk. Amy didn't even sound like herself anymore. Her voice had been garbled and broken. The soothing feminine tone had warped into a deeper, more sinister sound. 

"Fuck her, you little shit!" The wretched voice growled. "Split her ass wide 'til it BLEEDS!"

I fell away, my cock sliding from Amy's ass, and stumbled to the floor. Breathing hard, I stared wide eyed at my wife in the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what to do. For a moment, I just lay on the floor in disbelief. 

Amy rose from the floor to her full height, her slender back turned to me. Then for several seconds, she stood motionless in the dark with her arms dangling lifelessly from her side. The house was silent. The absence of the fluttering whispers was suddenly apparent. My mouth fell open to speak, but I only managed a weak stutter of sound. 

There was a cracking sound as Amy's head snapped violently to the side. I gasped. I scrambled to fetch the flashlight from the floor beside me. The light washed across my wife's pale, discolored skin. Her chin was at an angle that shouldn't have been possible. Horrified, I watched her arms twitch and jerk. 

Then she was still. My breath caught in my chest. I licked my trembling lips and formed the word in my throat. 

"Amy?"

She snapped around. I nearly dropped the flashlight when I saw her face. The skin on Amy's face had begun to harden and deform. Her brow bulged and her eyes sunk into her head. Her cracked lips had turned a sickening shade of black and purple. Perhaps the most disturbing feature was her eyes. Amy's green eyes were no longer clear and beautiful. They were black, utterly empty and void of color. The entire eyeballs seemed afflicted. 

A smile spread across her warped face. She laughed, a vile sound that was a mixture of overlapping of several echoing tones. 

"Amy?" She said, still laughing. "How can you want that whiny fucking cunt?"

I tried to scramble to my feet, but in an astounding flash she was there. I felt two hands clamp around my head before my skull bounced violently off of the hardwood floor. It was like my brain had exploded. The flashlight clattered to the floor as I screamed out into the dark. 

Amy's horrid laughter filled the house. My head throbbed as I rolled in agony on the floor. A hand on my chest forced me to lie flat on my back. I blinked against the pain and saw the figure that was supposed to be my wife step over and straddle my head. Her fingers wove through my hair and jerked my head upward by the roots. My face was buried in Amy's sticky pussy. Her hips ground against me painfully, her lips sliding across my face.

"Oh, yes!" The wicked voice mocked. "Ravage me, Jake!"

My screams were muffled against her crotch. I struggled to escape, but I could not move her. She was too strong. I clawed at her thighs, scratched at her breasts, but it was useless. 

Finally, she climbed away, but her hands flew down with a slap against my chest and pinned me to the floor. I gasped for air, my face slimy from the ordeal. My eyes stung and watered. I yelped when I saw the face that was inches from mine. The inky black eyes stared blankly down at me from behind the curtain of stringy brown hair. I was nearly choked by the putrid fishy stench that poured from Amy's grinning mouth. Purplish veins were visible behind the sickly pale flesh. 

I recoiled as much as possible, fighting to slide away from her on the floor. Amy, or whoever stared down at me, licked her cracked lips. A string of milky saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. I was certain I heard a rumble or growl from deep in Amy's chest. 

"What... what the fuck... are you?" I gasped. 

Amy's head leaned to one side. "Happy Halloween. Hope you don't mind, this is the only costume I could find."

She threw back her head, and a terrible laugh filled the house. It was a laugh that seemed to be made of the dying wheezes of animals, the squeals of agony, and the yowling of cats, all overlapped into one wretched sound. Straddling my body, Amy ground her crotch against my stiff dick. 

"Ooh, it's still so hard," Amy cooed in a haunting voice. Her black eyes flashed evilly. "We'll call it my little trick."

She reached down with one hand and took a firm hold of my cock. I was in utter disbelief that it was erect. I couldn't believe anything that was happening. Powerless to move under the single hand planted in my chest, I watched as Amy placed her pussy onto the head of my dick and slid down to its base. A sickening moan burst from her lips. It was unlike any sound I had ever heard from any living thing. 

I struggled to lift myself up. Both of Amy's hands shot forward and slammed into my throat. My head whipped backward and smacked the floor. Fingernails dug deep into my skin as she squeezed my neck in her cold vice like grip. Her face fell frighteningly fast so that it was inches before my own. 

Jerking and beating at her arms and face, I could not dislodge her. I tried to breath, but my airway was painfully shut. Those horrible black eyes stared down at me. Amy's head twitched strangely, as though she were afflicted by some brain disorder or punch drunk. I couldn't bear to look at the wretch that was my wife. No. It wasn't her. What it was I didn't know. Inwardly, I cursed myself for being so stupid and blind when she had acted so oddly before. 

The thing slid itself back and forth slowly on top of me, my somehow erect dick gliding inside of her. The grip around my throat loosened slightly, and I choked for air with spittle flying from my lips. The meager breath felt like a drop of water in a barren desert. Amy's wincing twisted face lowered. Her tongue fell from her purple lips to my cheek. The thing licked the entire side of my face, even lapping at my nostrils and my eye.

She drew back and glared down at me. "Now I want my treat," the deep voice groaned.

Her hands clenched tight once more, sealing my throat. Her hideous face then trembled with rage.

"Cum for me you little shit!" 

Amy's hips fired into me, her crotch slapping mine loudly. My hard cock felt as though it were stabbing her innards. I fought to breath harder than ever but to no avail. The world became a filthy spiral of confusion. I was terrified, full of despair, and yet somehow strangely aroused in some sick way. 

"Cum for me! Cum for me! I want it! Shoot your filthy fucking load in me! I want it!"

The warped and garbled cries were spat from the thing's face with increasing fervor. My chest felt as though it were caving from the lack of air. I began to see spots in my peripheral vision. A familiar sting began to form at the tip of my cock and spread throughout my crotch. I kicked my legs with what had to be the last of my strength....

And the thing that was Amy rode on relentlessly. Her ass popped up and slammed down. Her breasts bounced and twirled. My cock was throbbing inside of her and my balls were sore from the onslaught. With black eyes wide and gritted teeth, she screamed into my face. 

"Cum, you fucking pig! Dump it in me! Cum for your fucking whiny whore!"

It seemed like it all happened at once. I exploded inside of what was once my wife's sopping wet pussy. My entire body seized from the orgasm while my cock pumped inside of her. She didn't stop. The thing continued to hammer her hips against me, and the orgasmic tingle in my bulbous tip was unbearably wonderful. 

Amy must have felt the warmth spread in her pussy, for she dropped her self to the base of my cock and slowly whirled her hips, stirring my cock deep into her. She laughed her terrible laugh. My sight was fading. I drifted where the waves of death and climax lapped at one another. My thoughts scattered like dead leaves in an autumn wind. 

I left the conscious world, the hoarse groaning laugh echoing in my head. 

****

Breath. 

I coughed so hard my entire body convulsed on the floor. Rolling to my side, I tucked my legs upward. I could breathe... and the air felt marvelous. My throat did not agree. With every gasp the soreness inside stung like the assault of a thousand bees. 

There was the flashlight. I could see it. I could see the floor. When at last I could take a breath without coughing, I pushed myself to a sitting position. My head spun and my mind reeled as I plummeted back to reality. The back of my skull throbbed with a searing pain. Looking around in the dark, I slowly collected my bearings. 

I remembered Amy, or what she had become. My heart raced in fear. I scanned the room but saw no one. The shadows from the beam of the flashlight played tricks with my mind. The corners of my eyes were invaded by twisted grinning faces, twitching heads, and oily black eyes. I snatched the flashlight and searched the living room with its light. It seemed I was alone. 

Except for the sounds. The precious breath hung in my chest as I listened. I could not tell what the sound was, but it was nearby, most likely coming from the kitchen. I swallowed hard and winced at the pain in my throat. My eyes focused on the kitchen door. As quietly as I could, I stood trembling and naked. 

I wanted to bolt for the front door after all I had seen. Something pulled me toward the kitchen. Amy. There was a swollen knot in my heart at the thought of my sweet wife. I could not begin to reason or explain to myself what had happened. I couldn't bear the thought of what she had become, a snarling evil wretch of a creature. Something was inside her, controlling her.

I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I wasn't sure what I thought I was going to do. My bare feet scuffed the floor as I moved forward timidly. With the light as my guide, I eased through the door to the kitchen, where at once I came to a halt and beheld the figure in the beam before me. 

Amy was hunched over, her stringy hair shrouding her face. She was still nude and seemed as pale as ever. Her body trembled. I thought by the way she slumped with her arms apparently crossed before her that she was simply cold. Then I heard the sounds that she made. She was eating something, with her face buried in her hands.

My heart stopped when she turned toward me. 

"Jake?" 

The soft feminine sound of her voice was like a chime caught in a breeze. Relief flooded through my body. I saw the beautiful glimmer in her green eyes. I rushed over and threw my arms around her. 

"Oh my god, Amy!" I cried out. 

"Jake...."

I held her before me by her shoulders. She looked exhausted and feeble, but nothing like the monster I had seen before. I swept her bangs aside, happy to see that the soulless shark like eyes were gone. 

"Jake... I'm... I think it worked," Amy muttered weakly.

"Jesus, Amy... what... what happened to you?" I said with a shudder. "Are you... okay? Or...."

My voice trailed away when I saw the pink residue on her trembling lip. I looked down and shined the flashlight at the mess in her hands. I fought to keep from gagging when I recognized the raw ground beef in her palms. 

I recoiled from my wife, wary and fearful. 

"Fuck, Amy! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Her teary eyes betrayed the broad smile that formed on her face. 

"It's coming," Amy said. "I... I can't believe it. It worked!"

I stood cautiously still. "Baby, what the hell are you talking about?"

Amy's face contorted in pain. The wadded loaf of raw beef fell from her hands. She clutched her stomach. 

"God... it's happening so fast," Amy said gasping. "But it... oh... it actually worked."

"Amy! What? What did you do! What was all that freaky shit that happened!" I yelled, my cracking voice laced with worry. "What worked?"

"The broth," she breathed. "The broth... and-and the words that she read... the fertility spell... it actually... took."

Dread coursed through my every vein. The old woman's grinning face flashed in my head. 

"Oh god!" Amy cried in pain. She fell to her knees. "Oh... no, no, no! Oh... something's not right."

I started toward her but stopped short when I saw the bulge that suddenly appeared in her stomach. It disappeared, but again her flesh pressed outward. 

I shook my head and took a step back, the flashlight shaking in my hand. "Oh my god...."

Amy wailed when her skin split and a slimy red object jutted forward from just below her naval. I let out a scream as well, but it was smothered by Amy's earsplitting cry of agony. My wife dropped to the floor on her back. I dashed to her side. The flashlight fell from my hand and rolled on the tile. 

I didn't know what to do. I gawked in complete disbelief, horrified by the gash that was opening across Amy's stomach. She screamed something to me, but I couldn't make out the words. The bloody object wriggled further from her torn flesh. My mind snapped when I recognized the shape of the thing.

It was a hand. An arm, a wrist, and a hand. Bony fingers tipped with long black nails clawed their way free into the air. The appendage was as long as one of my own. And it was sticking out of Amy's stomach. 

I fell away when a second hand squeezed its way from her wound. Amy screamed louder and beat her hands on the tile. I couldn't take it. I didn't know what to do. It didn't seem real, it couldn't be! I scrambled back, kicking away from the terrifying scene. The flashlight cast a haunting shadowy glow on my torn wife, and the hands that wriggled their way upward from her body. 

It didn't make sense. It was impossible, and yet the arms fought for freedom like a dead man digging himself from a grave. 

I saw the crown of a head slide slowly through the gaping wound as my wife wailed in pain. There was glistening black hair matted against a milky pale face. Two cold, murderous black eyes opened and stared right in my direction. 

I could bear no more. I clawed my way to my feet and charged for the front door. My wife's screams echoed through the house behind me. Nearly colliding with the front door, I jerked it open and stumbled onto the porch. 

Her wrinkled smiling face awaited me. Startled and already stricken with horror, I screamed when I saw her. She stood on my step in a long black dress with her arms folded behind her. It took me a moment to come to grips with reality, that she was really there. Standing behind her were four other women, all of whom were dressed similarly. Dumbfounded, my mouth opened to speak but no sound came out. 

"Oh, Jakob!" Mary said with her false smile. "Happy Halloween, dear."

"Mary?" I said between breaths. 

"Good heavens," the old woman said, moving up the steps toward me. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

I trembled as I studied the woman. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists.

"Mary," I hissed, "what the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck did you give my wife?"

Mary's eyes flashed as she came closer. "Oh, honey, it was just a special little Halloween treat. Something to help her bring someone into this world... like she's always wanted."

"Do you have any idea what happened?" I screamed, my voice hoarse. 

Mary blinked. She was close enough that I could smell her sharp perfume. "Why, of course, Jacob. You know, All Hallows' Eve is a very...."

Her dry hand cupped my cock and balls and gently squeezed, before continuing. 

"...special night."

Her eyes changed suddenly. There was recognition in them as her gaze drifted past me. 

"Oh... you've done it Jacob!" Mary said, placing her fingertips to her lips. "He's here!" 

Before I could turn, Mary took my cheeks in her hands and planted her cracked lips on mine. I was taken back. My brain felt fried. I felt like I was in a daze, or a nightmare from which I simply couldn't wake. I was empty and numb. 

Until my gaze followed Mary to the door where the pale warped figure stood. A pair of oily black eyes stared back at me. I wanted to run, to scream... to be anywhere away from the thing on my doorstep, but something unseen and intangible held me firmly in place. 

Mary slid up beside it and wrapped her arms around its waist. 

"You have come," was all she said. 

She rubbed her hand up its pale blood soaked skin. I watched in horror as Mary placed her cheek to the thing's breast, stuck out her grey tongue, and licked at its nipple. 

I absently felt the four pairs of hands that seized me from behind. Those soulless eyes bored through me. Mary stopped her suckling and gazed up at the thing that had crawled forth. Her starry eyes drifted from its face to mine.

"Oh you must be starving...." 

It smiled.



The Beast



A hidden appendage to my loins, it lies reposed, hanging limply against my thigh; dormant and flaccid, innocuous and benign, it poses no threat, offers no succour and satisfies no desire.

A beast, a sleeping beast, hidden beneath Calvin Kleins or Homs or Diesels or other underwear but, just as a dog sleeps with one eye open, The Beast is alert and ever watchful, and is easily stirred by circumstance and events; real, perceived, imagined or encouraged by deed or word; spoken or written. 

Stretching lazily in response to thought, or scent, or sight or sound, The Beast awakens to touch or dream, or song or verse and, as in morning slumbers, for no apparent reason. 

When fully awake, it is a sentinel standing rigidly to attention; bold and proud and full of majestic splendour. Increasing several fold in length and girth, The Beast becomes a powerful piston of pleasure, a lascivious ligature of lust and love. 

A much worshipped idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct primitive civilisations, the Beast is an ancient symbol of fertility, strength and vigour. A giver of life, a bringer of joy, a source of pride or an object of derision, it can be an evil predator, a doer of wrong, or an instrument of joy and loving union. A creature of moods, The Beast can be warm, tender and loving or it can be spiteful, rough and brutal, feeding its primeval hunger without care or compassion. 

Secret object of teenage wonder, of private experiment and adolescent discovery, The Beast is the doyen of delectable desire for wives and lovers or anonymous one night acquaintances. 

Once awakened, it is wild, unpredictable and difficult to control. It is demanding, it is hungry, it is a lion rampant, a colossus standing proud, straight backed, and ready to dispense genes, implant seed or share interminable pleasure and love eternal. 

The Beast has willing helpers, a supporting cast that play crucial roles in The Beast's performance, and soft lips form long, lingering kisses that encourage it to swell and increase in firmness. Tactile fingers, the Beast by proxy, touch and caress, push and probe, and imitate the impending actions of their master. Damp wispy hair and smooth wet flesh, sticky moisture and musky smells combine to arouse the Beast further, causing it to swell and secrete in anticipation of salacious pleasure. 

Fingers having performed their task, they relinquish the baton, and the tongue continues the relay of rapture; licking and sucking, tasting and touching, inflaming soft, delicate flesh, or stimulating erogenous protuberances, it moistens the approach and prepares the way for the Grand Entrance of the Emperor, His Majesty, The Beast. 

Like a prize-fighter entering the ring, a gladiator the arena, or an actor receiving an accolade, the Beast pauses, worshipped, adored and revered, it is about to achieve its goal. Probing exquisite dampness, tentatively touching sensitive tissue, The Beast teases, torments, and restrains from performing its carnal duty. Withholding, The Beast savours the moment and, anticipating impending sensations, gains strength until, incapable of further resistance, it is drawn into a soft, moist, sheath of sublime sensation. 

Immersed in damp desire, caressed by folds of sensitive flesh, The Beast descends slowly, exploring new or familiar surroundings. The Beast is on a quest, in search of the holy grail, the illusive Grafenberg or simply striving to achieve a climax of mutual pleasure of sweet sensation and extreme emotion. Content, calm and at peace, safe in the moist sanctuary of a woman's love, The Beast performs its corporeal task without concern or consternation. 

Pushing gently with steadily increasing rhythm, the Beast, encouraged by sighs and moans, deep breaths and finger nails, quickens its pace, adopting a sense of urgency until, on the brink of ejaculation, it calms itself and varies the rhythm, slowing, pacing, heart racing. Gyrating, probing, muscles flexing. Twitching, pulsing, exciting, arousing, the Beast is now the servant obeying Her commands and strives to give his lover pleasure. 

The Beast, a maestro of motion, continues to perform a steady rhythm which changes in tempo from slow and easy adagio to andante, from andante to allegretto, from allegretto to allegro and finally, a frantic cacophonous crescendo as huge Atlantic rollers break, Heavenly Angels Hallelujah sing, and volcanoes like the mighty Mauna Loa erupt... And The Beast, in an almost excruciating burst of heat and life and love and passion, releases its serum of life in a climax of sensation as, joined as one with the object of its desire, reaches a pinnacle of the purest pleasure. 

Responding to the Beast, breath is held, fingernails rake, muscles contract and flesh, gripping tightly, restricts further movement, holding The Beast inert until the ecstatic moment passes, spasms and quivers abate, and it is allowed to continue, slowly, slowly, enjoying a variety of emotions. Ecstasy and tranquillity, the heat of passion and the height of pleasure but, above all, the unique bonding of love between two persons. 

Aphrodite and Adonis, Orpheus and Eurydice, Venus and Mars and You, and Me.



The Beast



His eyes blazed an incredible golden hazel when he wanted me. His hands always balled into big fists when he wanted to touch me. The veins in his muscles seem to become more visible, his facial expression always appearing primal and oh-so-sexy...

"Come here."

I was shivering, wound up in a sheet, standing in the hotel room at the doorway of the bedroom. It was the same bedroom we met at every Thursday night, the same hotel room, and the same time. I was playing along with our favorite act, feigning coy and afraid of the big, sexy man lying gloriously naked in my bed, looking as though he wanted to tear me into pieces. Knowing that he actually could didn't help how turned on I was.

"N-Nn-o!" I gasped, wondering if my ruse was somewhat real. Every time we would play he would feel a bit more serious each time, preferring the primal and caveman parts of our very physical acts. And each time, I would weirdly get these shivers when we played, like my body was on to him and my mind wasn't. I used to just hop in his lap when he asked, and now here I stood, reluctant. The sheet was barely covering me, now pooled at my arms, the tops of my breasts heaving as I continued to stare into his eyes. My nipples were painfully hard, though unseen to my cover. My belly quivered, my thighs pressed together and sticky inside with the evidence of my excitement. I watched his body tense and relax as those delicious muscles became tight in an effort to hold his control. He was a human beast and I was the beauty, meant to be captured. But this beauty didn't go down without a fight.

It was only when my feet started to step backwards out of the doorway and he began to stand did I realize just how marvelous this beast looked. His raven black hair was medium length, hanging over his forehead in shiny strands. His eyes maintained that searing hazel with blends of goldenrod, eyes that captivated my arousing soul every time they took hold of me. His nose added to his rough look, crooked in the middle and square at the tip. His lips were plump but more inward, giving him a permanent smirk that was effortlessly sexy. It was those same talented lips that seared my skin as he found millions of ways to send me into ecstasy every time. I watched him as he spoke.

"Come HERE."

My feet quickly got tangled as I backed up two more steps, the sheet slipping from my light hold on it to the floor. He advanced slowly, seeming to get closer in two steps than I had in four. My whole body was quivering now that he was growling at me. My glance roved over his marvelous body, brawn and strength coated in tan. And then I saw the most undeniably amazing feature, bobbing up and down as he stepped forward. I seemed to become entranced, watching the thick, strong, uncut marvel curving up to deliberately point at me. I stepped back more, watching his thick legs move forward. I loved to wrap my legs around them, especially when he fucked me with wild abandon, my fingernails clamped in the tender flesh of his back and my lips trembling and gasping with every passionate, reverberating thrust. Just anticipating what was going to happen brought an involuntary moan out of me. Then I turned and made a run for it.

I could hear him growling behind me as I wove around the couch in the main area. Mmm, we'd fucked several times there. Trying to keep concentration, I looked across the length of the couch as he stood at the other end. His chest was heaving and I wondered what he was thinking. I couldn't imagine that it was far from what I was thinking; he wanted me beneath him and I knew I'd be there soon. So why not play this out?

"I won't let you have me ever again."

His smirk was definite now, his eyes looking me up and down. "Your body tells me something else. Let it speak to me."

My pussy felt so tight and achy listening to him. He knew my body so well and I couldn't deny anything, which seemed to turn me on so much.

"What is my body saying?"

"Come here and I'll tell you."

I remained still, but my heart started to thump and he walked towards me. I stumbled around the opposite way when I saw the couch come towards me. He was pushing it! Realizing I would be trapped to the wall, I stepped out of the way. He ran towards me and pulled me into his strong arms. One of his hands was clasped around my neck, gripping it lightly. The other was pinching at my nipples alternately, forcing my thighs to stick together again.

"Your neck wants my hand around it. Your nipples are begging to be squeezed and sucked." He grunted, controlling my breaths. The slight pain of my breathing control was exciting, seeing as I was panting from the feel of his whole body pressed against my back. His cock rubbed slowly up and down the cleft of my ass as he twisted my nipple in between his fingers. A strangled moan left my lips as he released my throat. His hands took my breasts and gave them a hard squeeze, my head falling back against his shoulders blissfully. One of my favorite spots and he knew how to manipulate it just right. My arms lifted to either side of his neck, allowing him full access and admitting my wanton submission. I wonder just how sexy of a picture I was making right now.

I felt his fingers dance down my slightly rounded belly and over the splay of my hips to the inside of my thighs. 

"You are quivering all over. You need to be touched. You want to be fucked...don't you?"

His fingertips squeezed between my thighs and pushed upward, instantly touching my hardened clitoris. I don't know what kind of sound I made, but I know what I said.

"Mmm...yessss!"

My hips were riding his relentless fingers as the stickiness helped them slide over my aroused jewel again and again. The friction was slow, the need rising inside of me, the burn seething my heart like I was running to no end. I could feel something warm and sticky on my ass and I wanted it to be inside of me. Him, all of him, now!

"Say it, Samantha. What do you want me to do to you?"

My toes were curling into the carpet and my thighs were wobbling, adding extra pleasure and pain. I clenched my teeth through the searing pain of losing my orgasm over and over, knowing he would tease until I said the magic words.

"Fuck...me."

But he didn't stop teasing.

"Who do you want to fuck you?"

The way he growled in my ear just made me cream more. I could hear the slick sounds of my wet pussy as he rubbed my slit. I kept my legs closed, scared he would stop. I could barely think.

"Lucian, fuck me."

He stopped rubbing. I could hear his deep, rough breaths, anticipating all of the delightful sounds he was going to make. With a whoosh of my breath, I felt my back against the wall, sliding up until I was held up in his arms. The fire in our stares riled me up, looking at his lips as he brought them towards me. He took my lips with his hungrily, swallowing the moan I brought forth as he thrust deep inside of my pussy. When he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against mine as he drove me passionately against the wall. My arms were wrapped tight around his neck and my legs quickly wrapped around his hips, the heels of my feet pressed into the taut flesh of his buttocks. I couldn't control the sounds I was making, guttural and primal all at once, but he liked when I was loud. He was responding with grunts, pumping in short, hard strokes, bringing me to my first of many orgasms.

"OOOH...LUCIANNNN!"

"Come again, Samantha. Come on my cock!" he commanded, grabbing my arms and placing them above my head. The helplessness I felt was like sparks hitting my body, my head back against the wall as he slid me up and down his cock. His lips were sucking and kissing the spot on my neck that was guaranteed to make me come. I'm sure anyone walking down the hotel hallway could hear my body slam back against the adjacent wall.

"Oh my god...oh my god..." I kept moaning, feeling the tightness in my stomach and thighs. Our skin was slick with sweat, coating each other as we slid against our skins. My pussy was squeezing his cock so hard that it almost hurt. I was almost there. I could hear his groans and I could feel him pulsing and getting bigger inside me.

"Look at me!" he sternly grunted. Quickly my eyes opened and I was captured by amazement. His irises were more of a brighter green now, butterflies flittering inside me from how much it took me aback. "You want my cum?"

I bit my lip, tightening my legs against him again. "Give me your cum."

He leaned into my ear, slowing his strokes to just deep and long. "Say it again."

"Give me your cum, Lucian! Give it to me!" I excitedly moaned. And just when I thought he couldn't find another spot to hit inside me, he pushed hard in the deepest part of me and bit my neck. Uncontrollably reacting, I thrashed wildly against his body and shattered in his grip as I exploded. With a monster-like growl, he lodged his cock deep inside my pussy and held me to the wall with his body, spurting hot bursts of his cum into my waiting cunt. Feeling how much he filled me brought on another burst inside me, my walls hugging his cock once more. After a few moments of panting, kissing and hard breathing, I realized he was holding me up by his tip toes, his feet settling flat on the floor. He then took us to the bedroom and grabbed a wet towel, wiping us both down. As we dried, he crawled into bed beside me and turned me on my side, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to him. My thighs were still shaky, and they would be for a little while. I couldn't help but to feel this total warmth afterwards and it lulled me into a perfect nap...

When I woke up that next day, he was gone. That's what our terms were: come and go as you please. He'd come again before he left, somewhere in the middle of the night, pressing my hands into the mattress as he pounded me from behind. He pulled my hair and slammed his cock home, punishing me for teasing him. I mercifully cried his name out as I came over and over again, glad that no one knocked on the wall from the next room this time. He wiped us down once more and I fell asleep. Though I agreed to coming and going as we pleased, I hated this empty feeling I got when I realized he was gone. He never stayed, and I never asked. As I stared blankly at the closed-drape window, I pondered if it were possible to have a strictly physical relationship without the mush, even if I was feeling the mush. The clock read 8:23 and I had to check out early, so I walked into the bathroom. There was a note on the sink:

Hotel Emerald, Room 136. Tomorrow, 8:00 p.m. Important. ~L~

We always met up on Thursdays, but this was a first. I wondered what was going to happen...

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A/N: Something tells me there should be another chapter soon. Readers, please take a moment to vote and give suggestions! They are all welcome! Thanks again!



The Beast



This, a true story, has been gleaned from the private diaries of a lesbian woman living in London in 1932, and they have only recently come to my attention. Julia began to write down her experiences in order to try and come to terms with what she endured. She was then, and very unusually for that time, involved in early investigations into what was then called, ‘crimes of perversion’. The irony was that she would have been herself condemned as ‘perverted’ had anyone know of her own homosexual tendencies, and this was not lost upon her. One reason amongst many others, for why they have remained secret for so long. Now, with the full permission of the surviving members of her family, I can tell her story. I have, necessarily, taken the liberty of expanding on her writings and modernising the terms used to allow the reader a better understanding of her unfolding tale. And, of course, the names are changed. Nevertheless, the essence of the tale is, chillingly, fact.

Julia’s Story.

The sounds held me there, binding me with their noise as if made of rope, holding me transfixed. They were obscenely wet, penetrating, slapping sounds. Other, harsher sounds clashed and mixed together, course grunts, yells, groans and cries. A rising cacophony of confused cries - cries of mercy, cries of delight, cries of hunger and hate – then final cries of orgasm and release. 

I found that I was completely unable to turn my head and avert my eyes from the awful spectacle, from the source of these penetrating waves of sound. What made it worse, far worse for me, was the awful knowledge that I was actually enjoying it, enjoying this view and sound of crude and horrible barbarism being played out before me. I fought feebly the erotic and unbidden excitement that leapt deep inside my being, and I wondered again how could this be? How could I be aroused by such a display? 

I fought this losing battle against my better sensibility and of my disgust. I really, truly, tried to resist. But, desire, lust, instinct – call it what you will- finally won out; my upbringing and my morals were as dust, the desire to slip my hand down towards the source of my heat, to satisfy and fulfil my body’s treacherous demands was overwhelming. It would not be denied. It could not be denied.

And so, I gave in, I let my hand wander eagerly down to the seat of my excitement, my fingers rapidly tracing the swollen sensitive lips of my pussy through the soft linen of my panties, sending further wild fire into the already overheated interior. My reservations faded as the pleasure increased. I continued to watch the appalling scene, stroking myself, supposedly safe in my hiding place. My breath coming now in short dry gasps; my lips dry, as I bit my tongue with building excitement. 

The dreadful viciousness of the base savagery I witnessed was animalistic. Rape performed by men hardly more human than the object of their lust. Though lust is perhaps, in this context, the wrong word. Hate might be better. Punishment another. And it was not a woman who suffered from their attention. It was a man. Though once again, ‘man’ might not be the right word either here. ‘Beast’ would be far more appropriate. And yes, finally, it was. He was ‘The Beast’. That’s what they had called him, accused him. They were taking revenge for what he had done.

He was already a dead man. He knew it. They knew it. They knew his crimes and were now handing out their own special punishment. Tomorrow he would be hung. That would be the end of him. But it was not good enough for him. He had to suffer. Officials simply turned a blind eye. Even, I suspect, actually encouraged it, and really, nobody cared. 

And the truly horrible thing, the appalling thing, was that his punishment, what was happening to him, excited me. But I knew that it was not simply what I witnessed, not the acts I watched, that aroused me. No. It was what had been previously revealed to me, what I had been told, and what he had done. You see, it was my job to understand this man, this predator, this… this beast. And now, it was finally the turn of the predator as victim. And that merely added to the mix of my already confused emotions. 

My fluttering fingers worked silently upon my cleft, provoked the climax I desired. It swept over me, and I shuddered, but it was not enough. Not nearly enough. But it did release me from my trance, enough for me to escape the vision of violence and sex. 


The sounds faded behind me as I turned and almost ran from my secret room where I had watched with a combination of disgust and lust. But still the sounds lingered inside my head, and they would never leave. It would be a long night for the beast, but at least he would have his release with the hangman tomorrow. I had to live with his knowledge, and with what he did, inside of me for much, much longer. And more importantly, with the disconcerting self-knowledge that it had revealed of myself.

The corridors were dark and gloomy as I negotiated my way out of the foreboding prison. I felt claustrophobic, trapped, almost like a prisoner myself. My mind was elsewhere, my body on automatic. I looked around me, trying to orient myself. My eye’s took in my surroundings as though for the first time. Then the realisation hit me. I was lost. 

I stopped, rooted now to the spot. Confused, I tried to recognise where I was. I could feel a sick, rising panic form within me. Everything seemed odd, unreal, inside the half-light of this old, and now deserted prison. 

As the noise of my footsteps echoed down the corridors and faded, my senses, on high alert, spotted a new sound. My heart jumped. Someone else was here! The distinct and unmistakable sound of a heavy boot, scrapping on concrete made my skin crawl. I listened, straining to hear more, but a dead silence followed, but for the noise of my heart pounding in my head. 

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. Fear took hold of me. I had to get out, get away from this evil place. I turned and began walking, my steps clattering on the stone of the floor. I turned into another long and empty corridor, lined with the closed sockets of dark heavy doors, all of them bolted against me, all that is, except for one.

Something made me glance inside this one dark room as I passed, and I paused, peering inside. It was a mistake. I should have walked on, I knew it then, I know it now. But I paused. 

Something inside moved, I drew back instantly as if scalded, but not fast enough, as an arm snaked out from within the gloomy darkness, taking my arm in a vice like grip, and pulled me inside.

I felt myself twisted around as another strong arm clamped itself over my mouth, stifling the emerging scream that was fighting to escape my lips. I was dragged into the darkness like a doll, unable to resist. 

The hand remained clamped itself hard over my mouth, I was now struggling to breath as I felt the other hand release my arm and wrap itself around my waist. I was lifted off my feet and taken further into the dark room. I could feel hot breath against my neck as the hand held me hard against my assailant. 

“Shhh…don’t scream Julia..” The sound startled me, hissed into my ear. A woman’s voice! The shock of that immediately made me stop struggling.

“That’s better…good, very good.” The woman’s voice murmured softly into my ear, trying to sooth me. It was a dark and husky voice, almost male, but it was definitely that of a woman. 

Then another shock. A cold hand touched my cheek, tracing the features of my face, languidly stroking, feeling. There were two of them here! I started struggling again, trying to twist free from the arms that held me. It was no use. As I struggled, the hand continued on its lazy exploration, down my neck, down to the rise of my heaving breasts. It traced over the shape of my mounds, finding each of my nipples through the covering fabric, teasing them with a light touch, before beginning to unbutton the front of my blouse. 

I redoubled my efforts to get free. “Shhh…” The voice in my ear whispered to me again. Its fake gentleness did nothing at all to sooth my fear. I continued to fight her restraining arms. It was as though I was a moth, caught in a spider’s web, the more I struggled, and the harder I was entangled.

My blouse was open now, my breasts half exposed. The cold fingers traced over the top my soft flesh, testing, teasing, before they suddenly hooked inside my bra and yanked it down, freeing my breasts fully. Two hands immediately took each freed breast in a hard squeeze, rolling them, pinching my nipples hard as they did so. 

I tried to scream, but the hand remained over my mouth. I writhed against the exploration of my body, but the hands continued to play and fondle my breasts at will. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness. I could just make out the figure in front of me, fondling me. Another woman! Again the shock froze me to immobility. The hands continued to massage my breasts, my nipples hardening under her attentions, despite my fear, or maybe because of it. 

“That’s better. Why fight…?” The dark voice behind me whispered again into my ear. “We saw you watching…watching the beast…we were watching you Julia…. watching you touch yourself…we know what you would like… even if you don’t admit it to yourself. We know…oh, yes, Julia, … we know” 

With that, she kissed my neck, licking along my skin with a rough tongue. I shivered.

The woman in front of me suddenly released my breasts and left me. I heard the heavy door close with a soft thud, and a metallic click as a bolt was thrown home. It was total darkness now, and my heart hammered in my ears.

A match flared, shattering the darkness with its flare, and I saw clearly for the first time my rapists. I recognised them, but did not know them, did not know their names. They were from the women’s section of the prison, warders. Both strongly built women, and I knew completely, knew that I was no match for their strength. 

A candle was lit, its yellow flame softening the brief glare of the match that recently ignited it. Now the light from this candle flickered moving shadows across the room, swamping the room in its own atmosphere. 

She came back to me, a strip of cloth in her hand. She held it up to my eyes with an evil smile on her lips.

“This is for you, Julia, for you to bite on, to scream into, scream as loud as you like, whatever you like, and as much as you like, because we like to hear you, hear you scream, and nobody but us will hear…”

The hand around my mouth released me, and the cloth was quickly tied around my head, gagging me. I struggled again, but the woman behind me held me firm. Ropes were tied around my wrists behind my back. I was trapped. Securely held. The voice behind me was whispering into my ear again.

“Julia, tonight we are going to enjoy you, really enjoy you, and we are going to fuck you to within an inch of your life! You are going to cum like you have never cum before, whether you want to or not, and Julia…” She leaned in close, to whisper hungrily in my ear. “Julia, we are going to fuck your brains out till you explode” 

Her words sent a shiver down me and she felt it, felt my tremor, felt my fear.

“Oh, yes!” Her hands swept around me, over my breasts, feeling my hardening nipples. “Lovely… you see? Your body wants me, Julia, wants me to use and fuck you Julia, fight it if you can, but you cannot deny it!”

Then I knew. They were talking like The Beast. He had done exactly that to other innocents, young girls he had taken. Abused for his pleasure, torturing them until they would orgasm at his precise command. 

I shuddered as I thought of what lay ahead of me. I fought against it, refused to accept my debased cravings. I would not submit. 

The woman in front of me smiled. “ I know what you are thinking…but its no use…”

As she said this she cupped my breasts again and drew her thumbs across my now hard nipples as if to prove her point. I squirmed against the sensations that flowed down from her touch to my groin, as she tormented me, smiling that knowing smile. My struggling just pleased her more. Excited her more.

Then I was taken further into the room and placed roughly upon the floor, my arms were swung above my head and tied to a wall radiator. More ropes were tied around my ankles, and my legs were spread and similarly tied to other fixtures. I was spread eagled and helpless before them. One of them produced a large pair of scissors and she flashed the cold metal at me. 

She came close to me, stroking my face with the steel, drawing the blade down slowly to my chest, and circling the hard metal against my nipples. To my horror, I felt them stiffen. Then she slipped the cutting blade under my bra and quickly cut the material away. My breast sprung free of their confines. She drew the cold metal over each one in turn, watching the reaction on my face and my hardening nipples. 

With a cat like smile, she continued with the rest of my clothing, cutting away the fabric from my body, piece by piece. 

Only my panties now remained. Both women came close now, kneeling down beside their prise, smoothing their hands over my pubis, waist, and breasts, further down, tracing my inner thighs, and the damp cleft of my vagina in my panties. 

“Julia, you are getting so wet…mmm,” One of them murmured. 

I knew that I was. I could feel the heat inside me as they took advantage of me. I hated my body for its betrayal. I squirmed and writhed to free myself, but I could not, and I could not stop the fingers sliding up and down my swollen wet labia. 

I snarled and whined against my gag, as I watched them take advantage of me, their eyes wide with their own excitement. They leaned against each other in an embrace, leaving me alone for a moment. And as they kissed, their hands explored each other’s body, removing each other’s clothes as they did so, feeling each others naked flesh as it was revealed.

Soon they were naked; their bodies glistened in the firelight of the room’s single candle. They suckled hungrily upon each other’s breasts, my body beneath them as hands delved between each other’s thighs as they squirmed against themselves.

The sight, despite myself, excited me. And I could not control this excitement, just as they had planned. They saw me watching them and smiled as conspirators. They dropped their hands to my body, stroking me along my length, tantalising me with their soft touch. One hand slipped inside my panties and a single finger dipped deep inside me. It found no resistance, my wetness a betrayal of my intellect. 

I tried to close my legs against the sudden intrusion, but of course I could not. My struggles pleased them, the intruding finger slid in and out with impunity, and then up and over my sensitive clit, rotating over its sudden hardness, sending me into writhing convulsions.

Electric sensation shot through me under their touch, unbidden, unwanted, but nevertheless highly erotic. I hated them, hated my own desires, but I could do nothing to stop them. Another hand joined in, also rubbing along my labia. I felt my hips rise to meet the new exploring touch; I was losing myself under this erotic attack.

Now each woman was kneeling on each side of me, fondling my naked and tied body. Both my breasts were being massaged and squeezed at the same time as their other hands moved over my swollen labia and inner thighs. I heard a moan, realising with a start that it was my own voice. 

Again I fought against my body’s wanton acceptance of this rape being performed upon me. I determined to not give them the pleasure of my abandonment, of climaxing for them, I would not!

“Why are you fighting?” One of them whispered to me, kissing me, her tongue pushing insistently, lasciviously between my tightly held lips. I clenched my teeth together, resisting it’s probing.

She continued to lick lightly at my face, before then moving down my neck and once again to my breasts and erect nipples. I could not restrain a gasp escaping my mouth as her wet tongue rasped over one erect nipple, flicking and licking it to even greater hardness. 

Then another mouth took my other breast deep inside its warm and wet confines, both mouths now sucked my firm flesh into their hungry chambers. Their tongues eagerly rasped over my nipples as they sucked insistently on my flesh, teasing and infuriating me to double pleasure. I writhed under their attentions, not with fear or resistance, but with pleasure. I could do nothing to stop them. I could do nothing to stop my body responding. I felt wetness start to flow from my pussy.

As they also noticed. The sucking on my breasts stopped, the release of them was now infuriating to me. I wanted it to continue. I opened my eyes again to see both women turn away from my tender breasts and move down to explore my wetness. Now, inflamed, I found myself straining to meet them. I no longer cared. I needed release. I felt the coolness of their breath upon my hot swollen sex first, then a light tickling touch sent me shuddering as two tongues gently explored my outer lips. 

Then they went further, dipping into me, as one held me open, the other darter her tongue around my walls and inside of me. Other probing fingers also entered me, I no longer could tell what was happening to me as my very being was opened up and probed. 

Then a hot mouth clamped itself directly over and upon my small, erect and very hard clit, viciously sucking in its sensitive nub. Now I felt myself scream through my gag as I bucked to the sudden overwhelming sensation. I felt a weight descend upon me, restraining me more. I looked to see one of the women sitting astride me, her swollen pussy moving down towards my face. 

Then its soft wetness was on me, rubbing my face with her own sex as she sucked on my swollen sensitive clit. Her scent swamped me in delicious sensation, and I instantly overwhelmed with waves of pleasure shaking through me in an intense orgasm. They felt my climax and intensified their licking, sucking, probing of my body, and prolonging the pleasure almost into pain. 

Then something large was pushed against my dripping opening. I felt it push at me, stretching me wide with its huge width, it burrowed unstoppably into my depths. On and on it went, deeper, wider, sending me into another, higher, level of sensation as it filled me. And now I was filled totally, as I had never been filled, and I loved it. The sucking on my clit never stopped, holding me in its delicious pain as the unknown huge monster filled my pussy. 

Then the monster filling me began to move. The gaping hole left as it withdrew, was filled again and again, as it re-entered, deeply fucking me faster and faster as it filled me shockingly. 

Through gasps of pain and pleasure, I glimpsed the other woman riding me, a huge dildo strapped to her waist as she plunged the monster again and again into my body. Her face was contorted, her eyes wide, then closed, smiling, and grinning, as she fucked me with her weapon. I breached over into orgasm again at such a sight, but then sopping pussy again covered my face, as her friend ground herself back onto my face. 

Now I heard other cries, their cries, as they spent themselves upon me. One woman fucking me, her ‘cock’ plunging wildly, frantically, into me, as she screamed her delight. Groaned in ecstasy, her friend ground herself against my face, her juices flowing over me in her orgasm. My own orgasm reached unknown heights and I passed out.

When I came too, I was alone in the darkened room, the candle almost burnt out. My aching thighs reminded me of my experience. Some clothes had been left for me, my own cut clothing bagged up next to me. I quickly got dressed and hurried out of the building in a daze. 

Leaving the prison, the hard granite walls of that unforgiving establishment faded into the fog behind me. The dank grey cold of London’s winter clawed at me. The cold was worse because of the fog, and insinuating itself into my bones no matter how I hard I tightly wrapped myself in my coat. I hurried forward, head down, avoiding the glances of strangers, of contact with people. What other beasts lurked unknown in the world? I needed to be home, safe, and in the arms of Natasha. 




The Beast



I flung myself into her warm arms as soon as she opened the door. Pulled her voluptuous body against mine, glorying in the firm warm press of her breasts against mine, her hips hard against my own. 

“Julia..?..what.?” She could say no more as I clamped my mouth over her sweet lips, stifling her question, kissing her with a hunger I had not know before. I was possessed, as if the previous events had inflamed me to animal passions unknown to me previously.

My desire was infectious, because she returned my kiss with a quickly growing passion. Our tongues danced against each other, probing, sucking. I broke away, panting, short of breath, and looked for one long heartbeat, deep into Natasha’s almond eyes. I saw reflected inside them my own desire, but returned with interest. No further words were needed as the raw sexuality lepted between us like a brush fire.

I pulled her to me once again and, this time, she responded firmly, pressing her hips hard against me, her hands sweeping down my back and over the roundness of my ass, pulling me tighter into her. We ground against each other as we kissed, wanting to be as one, needing each other.

I wanted her warm soft body fully against mine, all of her. Frantically I began removing her clothes as she removed mine, and in seconds we fell to the floor, careless of the impropriety of it all, of where we were, nothing else mattered except each other.

Natasha usually was the one in control, but not this time. My passion took her over, and she lay back, recognising my need, allowing me her body, which I then took hungrily. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her offered tongue as if it were a small cock, pulling it into me, as it in turn darted and moved against me, as no real cock could.

Releasing it, I moved my head to her slender and smooth neck, kissing and licking my way down its elegant length, nipping the skin lightly as I went, causing her to moan at my touch, the slight pain from my nipping teeth intensifying her responses. 

I moved quickly further down, down to the lovely mounds of her breasts. Natasha rolled her body offering her breasts up, up towards my lips; her desperation and intention clear that they be taken as soon as possible inside my hot mouth. Cupping them both roughly in each hand I squeezed each globe together, taking each hard nipple in turn hotly into my mouth, rasping my tongue fiercely over each sensitive nub. Then I inhaled each breast into my mouth, filling me with her firm soft flesh. Natasha wailed and writhed underneath me as I suckled her.

My pussy was aching for attention. I could wait no longer. I spun around, and dove at her swollen pussy lips, my quick kiss upon them, rewarding me with her soft wetness, her aroma of desire, as it filled my head and my senses. My tongue became possessed, flicking at her hard erect clit as she thrust her hips up to my face in response.

I groaned as I felt Natasha’s hands spread my ass cheeks before her own tongue lapped rapidly at my own sopping entrance. Her probing touch made me shudder and jump, but I pressed back against her, demanding more. I drowned my gasps in Natasha’s pussy as I drove my tongue deeply into her, driving her wild, lapping up, around and over her labia, over her swollen clit, and back into her, again and again. 

We both came quickly in a shuddering screaming climax as one, then held the intensity, prolonging the orgasm as waves of convulsions flooded our insides, the soft walls of our vaginas clasping desperately at each delving tongue, holding the passion, prolonging the pleasure. We rode each other for an eternity, as one deep climax swept into another, then another, until we were finally spent, exhausted.

I turned around, back to Natasha’s sweet face, flushed with passion, wet with my love juices. I kissed her, tasting myself upon her lips. Then held her tightly to me, safe in her arms, as we hugged each other silently.

“Julia…” Natasha at last said, shifting within the warmth of our embrace as she looked up at me, questioningly “ What happened?”

“I’m not sure…” I told her. And I wasn’t. I still am unsure. I tried to explain.

“I was raped tonight…but not by any man…by women…”

“I think it is connected to the case I am working on...it.. is..is.. Well, it’s different…” I stumbled, trying to make her understand. I fear I was not making myself very clear.

“In what way?” Natasha asked, looking at me clearly confused and a little concerned.

“I know I should not do this, its against all the rules, but…” I hesitated. Should I allow her to read my transcripts? I knew I had to share this with her, needed to share it with her. 

“What’s against the rules?” Natasha repeated her question, now very concerned.

For an answer, I got up and walked over to the pile of our discarded clothes. I found my small brief case and took it back to where Natasha was now sitting up, watching me carefully.

I sat down next to her, and pulled out my notebook. I handed it to her. She took it from me warily.

“You want me to read this?” She asked softly.

“Yes, I want you to read it, and I want you to tell me, to explain it to me…” I couldn’t explain my confusion more, she just had to read it.

“Alright, I will, but come upstairs with me, lets go to bed, and I will read it with you we will read it...together” 

And so we did, the two of us, warm and comfortable, together, safe. She rested her head against my breast, and I let her in to my torment, let her read what I knew. Perhaps she could understand and explain, what I could not. Explain to me why, The Beast, resided in some dark way in all of us.



The Beast



It was an unusually brisk June morning, filled with darkened grey clouds cloaking the kindness of sunrise. Mina smiled as she dashed towards the cover of the trees, thankful for the added stealth. On her heels, her best friend and apprentice cohort, Tish, trudged behind. 

"The Beast should be leaving soon," commented Mina, as she fished through her jacket pockets for a pair of gloves, "then we'll head inside and figure out what she's really up to." Tish nodded uneasily, but said nothing. Helen, known to the girls as The Beast, was Mina's stepmother and a right bitch. Slowly, Mina's family's fortune had dwindled without explanation, causing her father to take a job in another state, leaving her alone with The Beast until she could finish school. 

Pointing at the ornate sedan passing by on the road at the edge of the woods, Mina exclaimed "Yes! Let's go, I'm freezing my ass off." Both girls sprinted out from the woods as fast as they could; heading back towards the cosy warmth of Mina's lavish home.

Immediately entering The Beast's den, Mina and Tish threw off their jackets and settled into the desk chair, pulling open drawer after drawer in search of some sort of proof. "I know she's got another bank account. She used a check to buy my prom dress the other day, and I noticed my father's name wasn't on it."

"You can't have checks with one person's name on it?" asked Tish, frowning. "What if I don't want my husband's name on my checks when I get married?"

"It wasn't just that, you prat," Mina replied, "it was a different bank altogether. She's taking his money and putting into her account, I just know it. Why else would she marry him? She's only five years older than we are, and let's face it; my father isn't very... attractive now, is he?"

Tish shuddered. Mina's father was old enough to be her grandfather; short, podgy, greying, and boring. The Beast was indeed his exact opposite. She was all of 23 years old, tall, large build, and quite striking. Her only downfall seemed to be her vicious personality. She was a wicked, hate filled woman.

"I really hope school hasn't called yet. My folks'll kill me," she murmured with a deep sigh. She rested her chin on her palm and pouted, only letting off a slight chuckle as Mina rubbed the tension away from her shoulders. 

"It's worth it, we'll find something here." Mina stood up and stretched out. "I need some caffeine; I didn't sleep a wink last night just thinking about today. You want anything from the kitchen?"

"Sure. I'll take a coke if you have one," said Tish, waving her off. 

Mina opened the refrigerator door and scanned over each shelf before finding what she was looking for. She smiled, and grabbed two bottles of coke, slamming the door closed with her hip. At that precise moment, the garage door adjoining her home closed, giving off an eerie echo throughout the kitchen. 

Mina gasped in shock as her eyes darted around the room for a reasonable explanation as to why someone would be home at this time of day. The Beast should have been long gone, nestled in at her job, and he father had no plans on returning until commencements. 

The clicking of high heels against the tiled floor pounded into her head. Clearly, The Beast had returned and was heading her way. If she was caught ditching one of her school days, she would be in very big trouble. Quickly, she backed up towards the swinging door leading to the dining room and slipped through it, catching a glance at the towering silhouette of her step mother entering the kitchen.

'Oh God,' she thought to herself, as she hid behind an aged curio cabinet, 'Tish is in her study!'

Helen smirked to herself and looked around the kitchen, sensing something was amiss. She opened the refrigerator door and noticed the missing cokes immediately. Closing the door, she walked to the stairs ascending to her chambers, entering her bedroom, and silently opened her walk-in closet door. On the floor was a leather kitbag. She swept it up and left the room, heading straight for her den across the hallway.

"Took you long enough," commented Tish, hearing the rustling sounds of footsteps enter the room. She set a stack of copied papers onto the desk and looked up, freezing in place. "Helen!" 

"I thought something was up with you two," Helen replied, closing and locking the door behind her back. Gracefully, she paced over to the desk, dropping her bag down and taking ample opportunity of Tish's shock. 

"Stand up." 

Tish panted for breath as Helen's long fingers encircled her upper arms, yanking her from the leather-bound chair and shoving her forward into the desk. Before she had a moment to compose herself or plead out an explanation, her arms were twisted cruelly behind her back, causing her to yelp in pain. 

Helen gripped the smaller girl's wrists with one hand, and opened her bag with the other, pulling out a lengthy piece of blue cord. She pursed her lips tightly together as she bound Tish's hands behind her back, fighting the struggle the young girl began to give her.

"What are you doing?" cried Tish between gasps for much needed air. "I'm sorry I was in here. I just..." She paused and swallowed, seeing the long, finger nailed hand dip back into the bag, pulling out a large, red ball gag. 

"Where's Mina?" Helen spat, flipping the girl over onto her back and pressing her into the desk with her body. "Answer me, bitch!"

Tish shook her head; her eyes glued to the gag being waved in her face. 

"She's hiding then. Must have heard me come home," Helen gripped Tish's chin roughly with her fingers, prying her jaw apart. "Open wide." She sang, shoving the rubber ball deep into the girl's mouth. Within seconds, she flipped Tish back over onto her stomach and buckled the leather strap in place, forcing the large ball deeper into her mouth. She adjusted Tish's long, reddish hair, almost lovingly so, primping it out to frame her face. 

"There. I've wanted to do this for a long time, Tisha. You girls are such an influence on each other; you need to be taught a lesson," Helen reached around for the button of Tish's jeans, unfastening them and pulling them free of her body. Tish shoved back and stood upright, moaning out loudly through her gag as she made a run for the door, only to be tackled and thrown down to the floor.

Helen reached up and pulled her bag down with her as she lay atop the girl to hold her down. Finding a pair of scissors, she straddled Tish backwards, pressing her weight down over her torso. "I was going to make this a real ordeal, but I need to find Mina. I think I'll start you off with a bit of discomfort for now. But don't worry, your fun will come later, I promise,"

Tish whimpered, feeling Helen's fingertips graze over her panties, tracing the slash of her pussy with soft strokes. "So, is your natural hair colour really red? Let's find out." said Helen, and tugged the silky pink panties upward, burying the cotton crotch deep within Tish's flesh. She laughed, finding the girl completely shaved. "I guess we'll never know."

Tish thrashed around, digging her heels into the carpeted floor as Helen snipped the panties off and pulled them away. More rustling from the leather bag perked her ears, and then the humiliation of something being strung around her waist, through her thighs, pulled tightly up into her pussy and knotted off below her navel chilled her bones; a crotch rope. It was snugly in place, buried between her cheeks, pressing hard against her clitoris, causing unfamiliar sensations of pain and pleasure all at once. Her ankles were bound next, and she was rolled to her side, stretched back into a bow shape as Helen fastened and end of rope to her tied wrists.

"I'm going to help you up to your knees. I want you to remain still or I'll shove a rubber cock up your ass. Do you understand me?" said Helen. Her voice was commanding, as it had always been, and Tish nodded quickly, allowing her own self to be lifted up onto her knees. 

It was awkward and stringent, holding her weight solidly on parted knees under the embarrassing circumstances as Helen fiddled around with the buttons on her blouse. "You have no sense of fashion, none whatsoever." Helen said, taking the scissors to the blouse. Once it was in shreds on the floor, Tish's bra became its next victim, cut off barbarically with three swift snips.

Tish's supple breasts bounced freely against her chest as she trembled and groaned uncontrollably from fear. Helen danced her fingers over the perky orbs, tweaking each rosy nipple into hardness. Cupping each of them in her hands, she leaned in closer, kneeling in front of the bound 18 year old, brushing her thin lips over the buds. "Very pretty, Tisha, I had no idea your body was this cute. It's a shame I must leave you like this, but I have to find Mina. She's been snooping around way too much, thinking I'm trying to take all of daddy's money. She doesn't know the first thing about finances."

Before leaving, Helen shifted Tish around so that she was facing the door. She reached down for her bag, pulling out an enormous rubber butt-plug. "You stay just like that, or when I get back you'll have to endure this for the rest of the day. Your mother knows you skipped school. She called me on my mobile while I was heading to work, worried as all get out. I told her I had an idea of where you girls might be and I'd handle your punishment. She seems quite happy about that." With that, Helen turned on her heels and unlocked the door. "You will reconsider your actions by the end of the day, and learn obedience and respecting other's privacy."

Tish whimpered softly and lowered her head, nodding as Helen closed the door.

Mina remained crouched in the foetal position beside the curio cabinet. She was tempted several times to bolt off back into the woods, but the harsh noises coming from the floor above her kept her in place. Surely Tish had been caught by now, and given her excuses as to why she was there. 

"I know you're here. Come out of hiding so we can talk." Helen's voice filled the room, coming from the kitchen. Mina cringed, screwing her eyes shut. 

"I'm coming," she squeaked, finding her voice as wary as she felt. Helen pushed the swinging door open and tapped her foot on the tile as she pulled her self up into a standing position. 

"Up to my den, go." She demanded, pointing to the stairs across the room, scowling down at the petite blond as she walked towards her. 

"It's not really Tish's fault. I wanted to stay home because-"started Mina, but Helen cut her off, grabbing her arm above the elbow and pulling her to the stairs.

As they got closer to the den, Helen held a tighter grip on her step daughter, eager to feel her reaction upon seeing her best friend trussed and gagged, waiting helplessly at the other side of the door. "Open it," she ordered, shoving Mina into the door. 

She grinned wickedly to herself, allowing the anticipation to build up within her, fuelling her hatred for both young girls. This was her moment now, the moment she had waited for since they'd turned 18. They were now under her thumb and control, helpless against her. She would make them pay for the taunts behind her back, the names they called her, the lies they'd spread. 



The Beast



The room was dark and quiet, the little human slut lay curled upon her cushions in the corner, her eyes darting to the doorway now and then, ears listening for faint shuffling sounds that would herald His approach. Glancing down at her naked body, a soft sigh escapes her lips as she lets her eyes wander over the scratches and bruises covering her skin. Scratches almost healed from her last encounter with Him, bruises turned yellow with age, faint reminders of His last visit, a visit that left her weeping in pain, yet also left her body glowing with satisfaction, as it does with every encounter she has with Him.

Her eyes flick to the doorway once more, sighing as it remains closed, her body crawling with lust and desire for her Beast. Denied His presence these last few days, her lust has built to a point where she feels she may explode if He doesn't visit soon and use her body. One hand idly strokes along her thigh as she waits impatiently, hoping today is the day He comes to visit, her nails raking lightly along her skin as she envisions Him in her mind, moaning softly as her thoughts wander, nails digging in deeper as she pictures His cock slipping from its sheath.

A faint sound from the hallway sends her gaze skittering to the doorway, breath held within her lungs as she stares hopefully at the door, the noises growing louder, her grin stretching her lips as she hears His familiar shuffling gait. A loud gasp escapes her lips as the door pushes open and He appears, His body bent low as He pushes through the small doorway, His gaze immediately turning to the corner where she lays waiting.

Smiling broadly she quickly scurries to His feet, arms moving to wrap against His leg as her face instinctively nuzzles into His thick fur, purring contentedly as the harsh hairs rub against her soft cheek. One heavy hand drops against her head, thick fingers rubbing along her silken hair in a form of affection, low grunt sounding from His throat His only form of greeting.

Wide smile still on her lips she lifts her head to look up into the Beasts face, eyes twinkling with happiness as she lets herself inspect His familiar features, traveling over His broad snout, down past heavy jowls, short tusks poking from His lower jaw, laughing softly to herself as she spies the ever present strand of slobber that hangs from one tusk.

Sighing happily she presses her face once more to Him, fingers stroking against His furry leg as she awaits His command. Closing her eyes, cheek brushing back and forth against the fur, she silently makes a wish, hoping that her Beast will not be long in deciding how He will use His little slut this day.

A soft squeal sounds from her throat as her wish is granted, His leg pushing against her body, sending her flying onto the hard ground, her body sprawled out before Him. Lifting wide eyes to His she stares up at the Beast, her body aroused, yet still fearful of His power and size.

His eyes narrow as He stares down at His slut, letting them travel along her naked body, pausing as He notes the faded bruises and healing scratches, His gaze stopping as He stares at the junction of her thighs. Hunching down low, He stretches out one hand, fingertips brushing between her thighs, rubbing back and forth along her already moist slit, a soft moan slips from her lips as He teases his thick fingers against her needy sex.

Lifting His eyes to her face, He watches the expressions that flit across her features as He moves his fingers back and forth, grinning to Himself at how eager this little slut is for Him. Grunting in satisfaction, He lifts the fingers to His mouth, sliding them past His lips, letting His tongue clean her juices from them as He stares down at her sprawled body, His for the taking, His own personal human slut.

He grunts once more as He nudges His hand against her thigh, fingers gripping the little slut, urging her with His hands even as the words spill from His lips, " Hands and knees slut, I can't wait any longer ". Soft whimpers escape her lips as she quickly scrambles to do His bidding, her body slipping naturally into position, hands resting against the hard floor, face turned, cheek pressed against its cool surface, her ass pushed high, thighs spread, pussy open for His inspection.

A deep groan sounds from behind her as He crouches low, His eyes moving over her body, finger dipping between her folds, slipping back and forth slightly as He tests her wetness. Grunting as His finger slips easily, He moves into position behind her, hard cock already peeking from His hairy sheath, red tip glistening with His own juices as He moves quickly, settling His body behind the slut.

One hand lifts and drops back against her exposed ass, her body jerking as His huge hand sends a stinging blow to her pale flesh, her mind envisioning the large red mark now adorning her flesh. Slipping His finger from her moist pussy, He stretches His hand out, pushing against her back, fingers circling her slender neck, gripping tight as He eases forward.

Soft whimpers slip from her lips as she feels the tip of His cock teasing against her pussy lips, her own body trying to push backwards, eager to feel His possession, legs spreading wider as she wantonly invites Him into her body. Another loud slap sounds in the room as His hand lands against her ass once more, His voice low and gruff as He speaks above her " Such an eager little slut I have beneath Me, let's see just how eager when My cock is ripping you in two "

Reaching His large hand forward, He grips a handful of her hair, tugging her backwards even as He pushes His body forward, hips rocking slowly, His hard cock teasing against her tight ass. A soft yelp escapes her lips as her head is suddenly jerked back, pain searing her scalp as her hair is almost ripped from her head, tears forming in her eyes as His possession of her begins.

Keeping His large hand wrapped in her hair, holding her body taut beneath His, He moves His free hand to rest against her hip, thick fingers stretched out against her pale skin, pressing in sharply, fresh bruises beginning to form beneath His fingertips. Struggling beneath His body, her breasts begin scraping along the rough floor, the sharp rocks digging into her tender flesh, reopening old sores, creating fresh ones amongst them, her mind clouded with lust, not knowing if she's struggling to get away from Him, or struggling to get closer.

Laughing softly to Himself at the struggling slut beneath Him, He eases forward more, red cock completely exposed, hairy sheath tucked below its length, His eyes dropping to watch as He lets it rub back and forth along her dripping pussy. Eyes narrowing He quickly slams forward, low grunts sounding in His throat as her pussy opens to accept Him, closing back over His rock hard cock, fitting snuggly to his width, the little human slut taking the Beasts cock easily.

Hunching over her small body, His own large hairy body moving to cover hers, hands still gripping her tight as He begins to move within her, hips slamming against her round ass, fur slapping against smooth flesh as He claims her body over and over again. Tears streaming from her eyes as He slams into her tight pussy, His large cock stretching her completely, the pain warring with the pleasure as He uses her body to gain his own satisfaction, tearing into her pussy again and again.

His hand in her hair moves, releasing the strands as He drops it to curl against her neck once more, fingers bruising the delicate flesh as He pushes her face to the rocky floor, holding her body in position as He pistons His cock in and out. Low animal howls erupting from His throat as He uses the little human toy for His pleasure, thick animal cock near splitting the human in half as He rams it deeper with each new thrust.

Soft whimpers sound from her throat, hands clawing at the sharp stones beneath her, knees screaming in pain as the rocks dig into her soft flesh, her body rocking back and forth along the jagged stones, blood leaking from the fresh scratches. Even as the pain screams through her body, so too does the pleasure, her body on fire with lust and desire as her Beast uses her, loving His power, His possession, yet still craving more.

Her eyes widen as His grip on her neck increases, fingers spreading around her slender neck, tips pressing against her precious windpipe, crushing slowly as He continues to slam into her dripping pussy, His thoughts only on His own release as it builds. Lifting one hand from the floor, her nails rake against His as it crushes her throat, nails clawing as she struggles for breath, digging into His hairy hand as she tries desperately to draw it from her body.

Struggling madly she attempts to turn her head to look up at Him, eyes twisting as she strains to glance at Him, whimpering as she notes the expression on His face, head tilted, eyes closed, jaw dropped, slobber spilling from his open mouth onto her exposed back. Dropping her face back to the floor, tears spilling onto the ground beneath her, she continues to struggle for breath as her body is abused from behind, the Beast uncaring of her discomfort as he strains for his own release.

Grunting deep in His throat, He continues to pump His hard animal cock into her swollen pussy, His body pressing harder against hers as His speed picks up, thighs slapping against her exposed ass as He fucks her mercilessly. Digging His fingertips into her slender hip as He pounds her tight pussy, guttural sounds coming from His throat as His release builds, His hips slamming faster as he explodes, spewing forth his thick animal sperm, letting it flow deep inside the little human sluts body, filling her with His seed.

The grip on her neck eases as His body finds its release, fingers stroking slowly against the pale flesh even as His cock continues to pump back and forth inside her pussy, slipping easily amongst His own juices, spilling His seed messily against her thighs and the floor as He strokes. Pausing to look down at the squirming slut beneath Him, His hand slams down onto her ass one last time, His body lifting from hers, cock slipping from her body as He moves back into a crouching position behind her, eyes staring down at her dripping abused pussy.

A soft grunt of satisfaction as He moves to stand, His hand reaching out to ruffle her hair as He mumbles "good slut" before moving to settle into His chair by the wall, sprawling His huge body into the seat, legs spread, flaccid cock receding back into its hairy sheath. Lifting His eyes to the little slut He stares at her body, still held in the same position, her fear keeping her still as she waits for His next command.

The little slut breathes deeply as she waits, her lungs filling with much needed air, her body strung tight, needing it's own release, but not daring to allow it until He gives her His permission, fingers clawing at the ground as her need grows stronger, thighs shifting restlessly as the minutes stretch by . Soft whimpers slip from her lips as the minutes continue to climb, her body on the brink of release, tears flowing freely as she struggles to hold back her orgasm, knowing the punishment would be severe if she failed.

The Beast narrows His eyes as He watches His little slut struggle to contain her release, lips lifted in a sneer as He waits, drawing it out painfully for her, wanting her to suffer a few moments longer before giving her that which she desires. Laughing softly He finally grants her permission "Roll over slut, pleasure yourself while I watch " Crying out sharply at His words she quickly spins, flopping onto her back, not caring, or noticing the sharp stones digging into her flesh as her fingers quickly dive between her thighs.

Keeping His eyes fixed firmly between her thighs, the Beast watches as His little slut begins to madly rub along her slit, fingers pressing frantically against her clit as she tries desperately to draw forth her much needed release. Closing her eyes as her hands move, the little slut writhes against the hard floor, her body craving it's release, fingers rubbing furiously as she struggles to give it what it needs, conscious the whole time of His eyes on her, knowing that He watches as she behaves so wantonly on the floor.

The Beast smiles as He watches her fingers fly, her legs spread wide, her body open for His viewing pleasure, His lips lifting as He watches His sperm spill from her red pussy, dripping onto the floor beneath her as her fingers draw her closer to orgasm. Letting His gaze drift higher, He watches as her breasts bounce in time with her movements, red grazes standing out sharply against her pale skin, His eyes moving again, catching a glimpse of deep purple bruises on her hip, grin growing wider as He sees the visual evidence of His possession of her body.

Turning His attention to her face He notes the red flush along her cheeks, her teeth digging in sharply against her swollen lower lip as she strains to bring her body the release it needs, His eyes narrowing as He quickly drops His gaze back to her hands, watching closely as he growls out one word .... "cum". The little slut throws her head back and screams as she hears His words, her release coming instantly, crashing through her body in wave after wave, body heaving as she draws breath, her juices flowing freely against her thighs, dripping to the floor to join the sperm already pooled there.

Blinking rapidly she quickly snaps back to attention, her hand moving slower along her slit as she takes in her surroundings again, listening to her own quiet breathing as she waits to hear His words, hoping she has pleased her Beast this day. Gasping softly as she hears Him stand and approach, breath catching in her throat as she feels a fingertip probing at her soaked pussy, her hands moving to dig into the ground as she strains to hear any sounds He may make.

Dipping His finger into her dripping pussy, He pushes back and forth, coating the thick digit in her release before lifting it to His mouth, lips parting as He slips the finger into His mouth, thick grey tongue darting out against it, tasting her, enjoying her essence before nodding and grunting happily. Standing to look down at her the Beast smiles before bending and lifting the little human into His arms, holding her bruised and bleeding body close to His hairy chest as He turns and settles back into His chair.

Purring softly, the little slut turns her head, nuzzling her cheek against His thick fur, one hand lifting to rest on His chest as she presses herself closer, sighing softly, hoping she has pleased her Beast once more, knowing that her ability to pleasure Him, will bring Him back to her in the future. Wincing slightly as His fur rubs harshly against her cuts she lifts her eyes to His, her silent question reflected within their depths, His eyes move to hers, His head nodding as He reads the question ... "yes slut ...you have pleased your Beast this day"

Sighing in relief the little slut curls up on His lap, knowing she has need of rest, her body will need its energy to continue to make her Beast happy, a soft whimper escaping her lips as a momentary thought invades her mind, the thought of what will become of her should one day she fail to pleasure her Beast ......



The Beast



Lying under the stars close to the waters' edge, I listen to the waterfall, just a stone's throw away. Feeling a bit restless at this late hour, my mind begins to wander.

Unable to remain still, I arise to explore my surroundings. Finding an open ridge, I sit and await the rising sun. I gaze at the dark sky, noticing constellations my mother had pointed out to me as a child. Leaning back against the cool smooth stone, a light breeze blows ruffling my hair. I close my eyes hearing the distant babble of the brook and rustle of the leaves in the trees. Finally able to relax, I listen as the birds begin to awake and let out their distinct song. 

I sit for what seem only moments until I notice the warmth of the rising sun heating my skin. Lying flat on the ridge I bask in its glow, mentally preparing for the continuance of my journey. 

With my eyes still closed, I sense something. Something is lurking close, trying to go unnoticed. Using the senses God gave, and the talents once taught to me as a young child, I sniff the air smelling a musky scent. Cocking my head to the side, I listen closely, I hear the padding of.... paws? Amid the songs of the birds, I hear steady low breathing. 

Without opening my eyes, I determine this is a rather large animal. Knowing how to react is the most important thing to situations like this is, I remain calm. Slowly, I open my eyes to view the loveliest creature I had set my eyes upon in a long while. There, before me, stands a very large, muscular, mountain cat.

I look at it with complete fascination. This amazing animal turns and looks at me. Without fear I meet its gaze. How odd his eyes are. Why, they do not appear to be feline at all, but... human. Intrigued, I gaze deeply into its face trying to figure out this puzzle. As it gazes back, I feel no fear. 

I begin to inch toward this beast, not of my own power, but as if the animal is drawing me near to it. Unsure of this feeling, I try to resist, but it is futile. Tentatively, I move closer, reaching my hand out to touch its magnificent fur. As my hand lowers down to stroke its leg, I notice how warm and slightly damp his fur feels. 

I bury my hand deeper into the fur and feel the powerful muscles that I know could tear me apart, without a chance for me to escape, should it decide. Hesitating for a moment, with this thought, I start to back away. As my touch is withdrawn, it turns his head to face me, and a deep, guttural growl emits from its throat. It was not a growl of anger; more of discontent and wonderment. 

Sensing that it wants me to continue to touch and explore what its body consists of, I move ever so closer. Sitting next to this massive beast, I reach up and bury both hands deep into his fur, all the way down to its muscular frame. I trail my hands along the sides of its shoulders up to its neck, until my arms are almost encircling its frame. I have my eyes closed to focus purely on my tactile senses. 

Intimately getting to know this incredible beast. Feeling completely safe I lean into it. Lowering my body to feel its soft silky fur against my flesh, it rolls its body forcing me to roll with it. Caught a little by surprise, I grab onto the fur and hold on so I don't fall. Finding myself lying on top of it, I slide a leg over to the other side, straddling its back. 

I feel the animals' massive ribcage expand and contract with every breath beneath me. I feel as if I know this animal...this huge cat...this male cat. 

As I sit upon his back, he is completely at ease. I reach up and grab the fur near his neck and pull myself forward. Having a leg over each shoulder, I sit in the middle of his back just below his neck. He lazily turns his head back to look at me. Once again, I see those startling eyes. They look so wise. Too wise, for merely a beast. 

As I ponder this thought I feel movement beneath me. Thinking this animal was coming to his feet, I slide off to one side and watch where he is going. Instead of standing, his skin contorts and changes rapidly. The fur seems to disappear into the animal, replaced by smooth tanned flesh. The paws now were changing into hands and feet. In awe, I continue to watch this amazing transformation. Finally the head begins to change, taking its human form, with dark, long thick wavy hair. 

This once beast has now transformed into the most perfect man I had ever seen. The musculature was all where its supposed to be, his skin flawless, and those same eyes. Only now they look about a bit confused. Too shocked myself to say anything I just sit wide-mouthed, watching, unsure of what my eyes had just seen. Could this be real?

Standing there in front of him, I watched as he gathered his surroundings. When his bearings were coming to, he looked at me with such awe. The look on his face was part in fear, part wonderment, and a LOT of confusion. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a throaty moan, sounding more like a growl. Seems as though the change was still happening. 

Once the change was complete, seeing this gorgeous naked man standing in front of me, I felt an irresistible urge to approach him. My body was being drawn to him. It was futile to try and resist. Slowly I stepped towards him, not removing my eyes from his body as my eyes made their way to his face. Just as in his animal form, he was gorgeous. The most striking were his eyes. 

While he still looked around in a bit of a haze, I moved closer hoping he would notice me and welcome me. Finally, I stood directly in front of him, there was no way he could avert his gaze now. And he didn't. I could see him as he was checking out my body. Hopefully thinking similar thoughts as I was thinking about his. 

While waiting for some type of response, I felt my skin flush... I knew what was coming. I knew this was my body's way of telling me it has been too long. I closed my eyes struggling to maintain what little control I still had. He must have sensed what I was feeling. 

I stood there a few moments not moving, just breathing... deeply. I felt him put his hands on the tops of my hips right below the waist. I did not open my eyes. I just wanted to enjoy his touch, and the moment. Feeling he was a bit hesitant, I reached up and put my arms around his thick muscular neck, resting my forearms on his shoulders. With this gesture, he pulled me toward him. 

I eagerly took that last step, as he leaned down to greet me with a kiss. Wrapping my arms around his head, running my fingers though all that hair! My skin started to crawl with excitement. I wanted him...NO, I NEEDED him!!! I lifted a leg and wrapped it around one of his as he supported me. 

After a long passionate kiss, breathing each other's breath, we gazed into one another's eyes. He seemed as much in awe and in the throes of passion as I was. I felt that familiar tingle begin to grow. I had to really try hard to control myself. He seemed so timid, still scared. I didn't want to frighten him. I wanted this moment to not only last forever, but I wanted it to be perfect. 

Withdrawing from our kiss, he stepped back and looked at me, REALLY looked at me. His eyes slowly scanning me...head to toe. I stood very still for his assessment. After taking me in, he smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief. Still he did not speak. 

I hesitantly asked him, "Is your change complete?" He replied with a slow nod and a step forward, embracing me once again. All thoughts were leaving my head at that moment, only wanting to feel his tremendous body against mine. I wanted, for myself and for him, to feel passion in it's most raw form. 

This time he initiated the kiss. I met him halfway, with an eager reply. The kiss started out slow and tender, building with such a force, by the end of it our teeth were grinding our lips together, our tongues doing the intimate dance of lovers. 

My heart was pounding...my skin flush...a sweat breaking out...I had goosebumps on my skin. I shivered slightly and felt my nipples harden. He must have felt it too, as he pushed me back and raised his hand to my chest to gently touch my nipples under the thin cloth covering them. Once he touched them, he pulled his hand away. I smiled and grabbed his hand and helped him cup my breast. This time he did not pull his hand away, instead he gently cupped my breast and massaged it. His hand worked toward my nipple, and when he got there he took my very sensitive erect nipple between his finger and thumb and rolled it. This made me gasp, which I think caught him by surprise. I assured him that it was good, real good in fact. I could feel moisture growing between my legs and danced a bit impatiently. Unable to control myself much longer, I slid down his body and knelt before him. He started to follow, but I shake my head slowly, "NO," while looking into his eyes. He stands back up straight waiting to see what will happen next. 

Not removing my eyes from his face, I slowly run my fingers up the outsides of his legs to just below his ass, cupping his ass cheeks lightly in each palm. Rubbing slowly, bringing my hands around his hips and up his sides, feeling the bulging muscles beneath his smooth skin. He bends his head back as his eyes close. 

I turn my attention to what is directly before me. I rub my face against his slightly growing member, letting him feel the hair trail behind my cheek. I breathe in deep through my nose, taking in his scent... moaning softly. My hands trail down his back... with a firmer touch now. A touch that is urgent. 

When they reach the mound of his ass I wrap them around his hips, holding him, as I open my mouth and use my tongue to guide his partially erect cock into my mouth. I grip him with my lips as far down as they will go, with my tongue caressing the underside of him as I try to swallow him in deeper. 

I feel his cock continue to grow in my mouth. This excites me more. He moans in response. He begins to thrust his hips toward my face. Feeling his hands work their way into my hair, holding my head. I catch the rhythm he is trying to set and keep pace. My eyes gaze up at him, seeing on his face and the tense muscles in his chest, that I am bringing him immense pleasure. Content with that, I let out a small moan, one that he returns.

Kneeling before him like this, in a state of submission to him, having his balls hit my chin... it is all so exciting, I begin to squirm. My fingers dig deep into his flesh as my excitement grows. Suddenly, he pulls me upward, pulling me close to him. He wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in his embrace. I relax against him, comfortable in his arms. 

He guides me over to a sunny spot in the moss and sits down, pulling me down to join him. I sit next to him, close. He throws an arm around me pulling me closer and kissing me tenderly as we lie back together. Holding his extremely muscular and perfectly formed body above mine. He continues the kiss me, letting the passion grow. 

When our kiss breaks, I sit up and release the tie holding the thin fabric in place over my breasts. Letting the fabric fall, I draw in a deep breath. My nipples still hard from the excitement, finding this newfound freedom even more erotic, goosebumps rise on my breasts. 

I climb over him and straddle his waist, sitting above him, allowing him to touch my breasts, and get to know them intimately. He slowly rises and places a kiss in between them; I feel his breath and the slightly rough stubble of his face on my smooth skin. He rubs his face against the swell of each breast, finding the nipple with his lips and sucking just a bit. I arch my back and wrap my fingers in his hair again as he continues to gingerly tease my nipple. 

I feel him take it in between his lips, tugging lightly and then allowing it to pop out, slightly grazing it with his teeth. My hair is cascading down my back, tickling the top of my ass. My hips automatically begin to thrust against him. He runs his hands around my back and down to the swell of my hips, encircling my waist. 

I feel his finger dip beneath the band of my loincloth. I wiggle around to ease the release of it. Sliding it down my thighs, I extend one leg and balance on the other as I remove it from my body. I now stand before him completely nude. 

The look on his face is so endearing. He pats the space next to him for me to sit. I take those few steps and slide down next to him. He climbs aboard me now, straddling me, thrusting his manhood against me; driving me wild. His body is one massive muscle; such power! I feel myself getting sopping wet. 

On a warm gentle breeze I get a whiff of my own sex. Reaching up, I take his now very large cock in my hand, holding him down against my pussy mound, as we thrust against each other. I could see on the tip of his cock with that glistening drop of pre-cum, a promise of what's yet to come. I started to guide him into a position so that he could easily enter me. 

I felt the head of him pressing against me. I adjust my hips to assist him in entering me. Every inch that glided into me meeting no resistance, I responded with a deep sigh. Once he completely sheathed himself with my body he did not withdraw, he wiggled his hips around and against me. I moaned loudly grabbing the moss besides us. My eyes closed tight, taking in every sensation for what it was.

I was not prepared for the ecstasy that was being thrown upon me. I struggled to maintain control of the senses of my body, losing the battle. I met every thrust with raising my hips up toward him in perfect unison. 

As he slammed his massive body against and into me, my body tensed with the promise of a glorious orgasm. I felt my pussy quiver as the first wave started to wash over me. Grabbing on to his shoulders, pulling myself up to him, I screamed with my head arched back. He leaned back and supported my weight by grabbing beneath me, so that I could continue to ride him in a sitting/kneeling position. I ground my hips into his as the final wave of my orgasm washed over me. 

Climbing off of him, I lay down in front of him on my stomach taking his still hard cock, glistening with my honey, into my mouth... completely. My lips grabbed him from the moment my mouth touched him, sliding down, all they way to the back of my throat. I swallowed a couple of times, relishing in the scent and taste of my juices on him, wanting his cum to mingle in my mouth. What a cocktail that will be! 

I start to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, grabbing his balls in my hand, rolling them around in my hand gently, reaching a finger back to that tender spot behind, stroking lightly. He placed his hands in my hair guiding my head, setting the rhythm that suited him. I bring my knees beneath me, thrusting my ass high into the air as I continue to suck him. 

With my head bobbing and my ass wiggling, I feel the familiar tightness to his balls just before he comes. I take him deep, opening my throat up to him. He shoots his first load full into my mouth. I hold it there as he continues to cum, bobbing on him until I feel him begin to go slack. Only then do I swallow and suck at him, urging all of his cum to come into my mouth. Once he is no longer erect, I withdraw and lay my head against his thigh, tracing my fingers across his belly. I see him panting. I feel his hands in my hair. I hear him moaning. 

I climb back up his body, staying close. No words are spoken; we just lie in the cool moss catching our breath. 

The sun is high in the sky and the sound of the water nearby is calling. We get up and go for a dip to cool off. I dive down under the surface. When I return...he is gone. Looking all over, I finally see that magnificent cat up on the ledge once again. 

I commit this spot to memory, so I can find him again.

bigpapabare@2006



The Beast



"You shouldn't be here." The growl lining his words made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. 

"I have to be." The warmth in her belly clenched, ready to be his. If he accepted her.

"Why?" He pressed closer and from the shadows she could see the glimmer of his eyes, the rest of his face hidden from her sight. 

"A few reasons." Her nervous voice made her wince. He'd think she was afraid, but she wasn't. Not ever. Not of him. 

"I asked you not to come here, not tonight." He moved with inhuman ease. 

"You did." She raised her chin, her gaze never wavering. Winter wind roared around the manse, rattling the windows and curling around her feet from beneath the ancient doors. 

"Rose, you shouldn't be here." He growled again, low insistent and her core clenched, slickening her pussy with excitement. 

"I can't leave now. The storm would kill me before I reached the streets." 

"It's dangerous." The growl changed to a rumbling purr that brought shivers of excitement down her spine. "You're not afraid of me." 

"No." She held her hands clenched in front of her in the loose confines of her skirt, remembering the warnings given to her by the beast himself when she'd first come to work. 

"No." He moved forward into the light and she gasped. His barrel chest was bare but covered in a light dust of fur. Narrow hips still wore slacks but his shoes were long gone. "You are excited." Eyes gleamed liquid silver and he moved forward. 

"Yes," her breath caught on the word. 

Moonlight blessed his beautiful face, artfully sinking part of it in shadow, enhancing the menace of his partially shifted form. 

"I can smell the sweet heat of your cunt." He dropped to all fours and stalked toward her. The way he moved told her he was farther along than she'd hoped. His fangs gleamed behind a smile. 

His words triggered a flood of molten fire through her body. "I've wanted you for a while." 

"I know. I've tasted it on your skin." He prowled closer. "Every day you've tried my beast, dragging it closer to the surface, did you know that?" His body moved with grace that had her aching to touch him. His dark hair flowed down his back, loose, like a mane. 

"I could see it." She cleared her throat over the lump forming. Nervous tingling filled her limbs. Was he already too far gone? 

"Ahhh, I can taste your fear now, little one. Are you sure you want to be here?" His gaze turned predatory and she stood perfectly still, her heart pounding and the roar drowning out her own breathing. 

A blur of motion and he was upon her, clawed hands touching her ankles. She jerked, hands flying out to keep her balance. How did he move that fast? "Too late to run now, sweet Rose." He rose to his knees and inhaled, pulling her hips toward his face, nuzzling her mons beneath the soft cloth of her skirt. "I love they way you look in a skirt." 

She clenched her fists to keep from running her fingers through his hair. How often had she wanted to tug it free of its binding, inhale his rich scent. "I'll have to wear them more often." 

"You really think you'll survive this night?" His claws pressed against her skin. 

"I--" His warm breath permeated the cloth at her pussy and she choked on her words. 

"Yes?" He let his hands slide up her calves, controlled scrapes of his claws enhancing her need. 

"I think I'd rather take my chances than spend another moon's cycle waiting for you to let me touch you, be touched by you." 

"One scratch." His claws dug against the skin, not breaking it, but enough of a warning to make the blood rush through her veins. "One bite," he growled. Her pussy tingled, wanting that growl against her. "And you'll never be human again." 

She glared at him. "You're far more human than most men I know and I'll take my chances." 

A feral grin lifted his lips and she swallowed at the razor sharp gleam of his incisors. "I wasn't going to try, sweet. It's far too late." Quiet menace laced his words and she gulped. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all--

The sound of cloth tearing jerked her attention down. He dug into her skirt, tugging it over her hips and down until it pooled at her feet. With her pussy now bare to his gaze she couldn't hide the trembling of her limbs or the slick moisture sliding down her thighs.

His growl turned to a purr and he wrapped his claws delicately around her thighs. A warm tongue slipped between her folds and she gasped at the electric fire shooting through her core. Six months with no relief, wanting, needing. He nuzzled her pussy and she dropped her hands to his shoulders. The soft velvet of his fur tickled her fingers and she wanted to run her face against it. 

"Don't touch me!" He roared and she snatched her hands away. "Lie down," his words rumbled against her pussy and she did moving with a speed that had his laughter caressing her skin. Cool stone seeped through her back, settling in her bones. His warm breath touched the folds of her pussy and all thought scattered, leaving her focused on him, and him alone.

"You smell so delicious. Ready for me." 

His tongue made a long swipe along her slit. Her heart slammed in her chest. A low purr against her clit and she bucked against him. "Shh," he soothed. "So responsive." His tongue swiped again and she whimpered. He brought a knuckle against her pussy, rocking against her cunt in achingly slow thrusts. "If I were in my human form I'd finger fuck your sweet pussy until you came." 

His words made her melt. She knotted her fists at her side, wanting to say something, but couldn't make her mouth work. She rocked against him, wanting more. He pulled his hand away and nuzzled her pussy until she panted with need. 

He scraped his claws on the stone floor, so close to her skin the air tickled her sides. The sound brought chills down her spine but she spread her legs wider, pressing harder against him. 

Tension coiled like a spring in her body, ready to release if he'd just hit that spot. Her inner muscles tightened. She moaned, desperate for release and he purred against her clit. 

His tongue delved deep in her pussy. Then he purred. White hot lightning shot through her core and she shattered in orgasm. Wave after wave of heat flowed through her. He purred again and she cried out, slammed by another and arching off the ground. Rose thrust her hips against him, mindless with need.

"Fuck me, please." 

He purred once more and she clenched her fists, desperate to hold on to something solid. While her body shuddered in release, her beast slipped back into the shadows. 

Rose held her skirt against her chest. "Why are you leaving me?" Her heart ached. 

"Come back to me in two days' time, sweet rose. Come back and we'll see if you truly are strong enough. Until then, stay away from this wing." The glimmer of his eyes was the last she saw before the darkness enveloped him. 

Rose dressed slowly, trembling fingers and hands making it all the more difficult. Her feet carried her to the door and she caressed the deep etchings near the latch. His pain and his sorrow were too great for any one man, cursed or no, to carry. He'd already worn that cloak of pain for too long. "I'll be strong enough. You'll see." 

The door shut behind her and the beast trembled with rage at being denied again. The man, however, had found his sanity. For the moment. He tasted the sweet musk of her essence on his tongue and prayed she was right. Because if she wasn't strong enough, they were both lost.