In 1965, scientist John C. Lilly embarked upon an experiment the likes of which had never been attempted before. It involved having a human woman live, day and night, with a bottlenose dolphin, studying how they communicated and even trying to teach the dolphin to speak English. The dolphin’s name was Peter; the woman’s, Margaret Howe, a then-23-year-old native of the Virgin Islands, where the experiment took place. During the course of the experiment, however, something no one predicted happened: Peter fell in love with Howe — romantically and sexually.
Brenner, the controversial author of Wet Goddess, the autobiographical novel of a young man's love affair with a dolphin, relaxes on.
Yes, you read that right.
According to the Telegraph, Howe is the subject of an upcoming documentary scheduled to air on the BBC later this month. Entitled The Girl Who Talked to Dolphins, it marks the first time in nearly 50 years Howe has spoken of the experiment; after decades of silence, she accepted an interview earlier this year by BBC producer Mark Hedgecoe, who called it “the most remarkable story of animal science I had ever heard.”
For six weeks, Howe lived in almost total isolation with Peter in a villa that had been flooded with 22 inches of seawater. The water was deep enough for Peter to swim in, but shallow enough for Howe to wade in; a desk suspended from the ceiling allowed her to work and write in her journal out of the water, and a hanging mattress protected by a shower curtain gave her a dry place to sleep. She ate canned food, negating the need for deliveries; she and Peter followed a regular daily routine, untouched by the outside world. English lessons began at 8am; 10am was play time; and more lessons occurred at 12pm and 3pm, with feeding sessions and more play time in between. Peter apparently liked to watch TV as much as he enjoyed playing fetch with balls and towels. This clip from the documentary shows what a typical English lesson with Peter was like:
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Over time, Peter developed genuine affection for Howe; this is unsurprising, given what we know about both dolphins’ intelligence and their social behavior. During the fifth week, though, Howe reported in her diary, “Peter begins having erections and has them frequently when I play with him.” She became scared as his “sexual needs” and advances grew more aggressive, noting that dolphin could easily “bite [her] in two” — but she ended up taking matters into her own hands. Literally. As the narrator apparently says in The Girl Who Talked to Dolphins, “Margaret felt that the best way of focusing [Peter’s] mind back on his lessons was to relieve his desires herself manually.” I’m not totally clear what that means, but I assume it was something akin to a dolphin hand job. Ethical? Uh... not so much.
We know that dolphins are one of the only other animals besides humans who have sex for pleasure (the other being bonobos); we also know, said dolphin ethics specialist Professor Thomas White to the Telegraph, that sex among dolphins is “a normal way to establish a bond.” He elaborated, “Dolphins are mostly bisexual sometimes heterosexual, sometimes homosexual, and quite frequent—eight to 10 times a day I’ve been told — so it’s a very different culture that we’re looking at.” As such, Peter’s advances toward Howe weren’t that surprising. But the depth of the relationship between Peter and Howe took all sorts of unexpected turns, with Peter becoming gentle and essentially wooing his human companion. Howe referred to it in her journal as “courting” behavior, and today noted, “It was very precious. It was very gentle… It was sexual on his part. It was not sexual on mine. Sensual, perhaps.”
Ultimately the experiment failed; funding was pulled after six weeks instead of the intended 10, and it’s been noted time and time again since then that it was pretty unethical in the first place. It’s true that sex with animals isn’t illegal everywhere — it’s only against the law in 37 states in the U.S., and it’s perfectly legal in a few countries like Denmark — but I think Mental Floss was right to include it in a roundup of four bizarre experiments that should never, ever be repeated. (Fun fact: There exists a Wikipedia page entitled “Zoophilia and the Law.” True story). The really awful thing, though? Howe ended up marrying the photographer assigned to the project, John Lovatt — but Peter, according to the Daily Mail, deteriorated rapidly after being moved from the Virgin Islands to Lilly’s other lab in Miami, Florida. After a few weeks, Howe learned that the dolphin had committed suicide by refusing to breathe and sinking to the bottom of his tank. That’s how distraught he was at being separated from Howe.
Unbelievably sad.
The Girl Who Talked to Dolphins will premiere at the Sheffield Doc/Fest in the UK on June 11 and on BBC4 on June 18. No word on whether it’s set to air in the U.S. yet, but I’m sure if you’re a tech-savvy individual, you’ll probably be able to figure out a way to watch it. If anyone manages to get a hold of it, let us know how it is, OK? Inquiring minds want to know!
Each day the woman would walk by the pool. Once in the morning and again in the evening on her way to and from her office. She had been working at the aquarium for the past six months and enjoyed the perks that her job offered. The environment was so exciting, so many interesting people, and so many interesting things to see and do.
Each day she would stop and admire the grace and beauty of the Dolphins as they swam in their tank. On some days these graceful creatures would spontaneously display their mastery over the water in the form of playful leaps and rolls.
That is, all but one.
The big male would always remain at a distance. Lounging on his side, intently watching the woman. At first she paid little attention to the lone Dolphin at the end of the pool. But day after day he would be there. Separated from the group, waiting for her to pass. It was not until several weeks had gone by before she would finally notice him.
Rarely did she put in overtime at work, and even rarer still did she work alone in the complex. This particular weekend was different.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and she had decided to go to work and finish a few tasks before the start of the busy week. She rode her bicycle that day. Enjoying the sunshine of a sparkling spring morning. She was young. In her early twenties with long flowing blond hair that she only wore loose when she was sure she would be working alone. Her pretty yellow sundress fluttered in the wind, turning more then one head as she whisked by the early morning joggers.
Arriving at the complex she locked her bike and tested the service doors.
Locked.
'Good,' she thought to herself. She would be alone today.
Unlocking the big steel door she was greeted with the familiar smells of the aquaria, salt water, a light hint of chlorine. Inside the complex she could hear the Dolphins trilling in anticipation of someone's arrival. Hoping that whoever it was, would take a little time to play and break up their boredom.
She fumbled for the hallway lights, found them and switched them on. She locked the door behind her and headed down the hallway toward her office. As always, she took the trouble to pass by the Dolphin's pool to say 'hello' to her friends. Just to play with them for a few moments.
They were incredibly beautiful creatures. Their glistening skin was soft, supple, and oh so very sensuous. They moved through the water with such dignity and power. It made her envious of their environment...and their bodies.
She took off her shoes and sat at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the salt water. Her Dolphin friends were all trying to get her attention, longing for her touch and stroke. She would greet each in turn by name and speak gently to them; stroking their long chins and rubbing their tongues... a caress they especially enjoyed. Two would rest their heads on each of her legs while a third would elicit her favours while resting his rostrum on her lap.
For the longest time she did not notice the one Dolphin that always stayed separate from the group. But after satisfying the group that had gathered around her, she spotted him in the far corner. She had tried many times before to get him to come over and say hello, but he always choose not to get too close.
This day would be different. As she watched, she noticed that he was ever so slowly easing his way over to her...never taking his eyes off of her. He moved in a strange way. Swimming on his side using a slow crawling like movement. She could not decide whether he was acting this way because he was injured, sick, or just plain afraid of her.
She coaxed him on, shooing away the other Dolphins and gently calling him to the side of the pool. Splashing the top of the water with her hand.
Slowly, cautiously, he moved closer. At first, just touching her outstretched hand with his rostrum. His touch surprised her. It was unlike the touch of the other Dolphins. It was...strange. She stroked him softly, letting him relax and grow confident in her presence.
Eventually, he calmed and drifted along the side of the pool so she could stroke his long finely muscled body. He even grew so bold as to allow her to rub his enormous tongue. By this time the others had gone off and were playing on their own. Only the male remained with her, lounging in her gentle caresses and pleasant petting. She studied him intently, trying to understand the strange nature of this creature. Trying to fathom the strange feeling that she had.
It was then that she noticed that he had slowly rolled over on his side, exposing the evidence of his overtures. Immediately, she realized what her feelings meant.
At first it startled her. She had never considered this possible. And yet, there was the proof. For peeking through his genital slit was his deep pink, Dolphin shaped, cock. Quivering, pulsating, and obviously very ready.
It was at this point that she realized that she was aroused. Her heart beating fast and heavy, her skin tingling in anxious anticipation, her mouth long ago gone dry, and her crotch afire. Her mind raced. Why was she so titillated by this creature? What was it about his touch that so excited her? She searched for answers, questioned her feelings. In the end, she would give in to the powerful forces that had taken over.
As she continued to stroke the supple skin of the Dolphin, she soundlessly held a debate in her mind, and quickly came to a conclusion. First, she would have to get him into the shallow pool. Would he come? The place they associated with unpleasant experiences, the Dolphins avoided that pool. (It was the pool used to treat them when they were sick.)
She would have to try. This pool was too deep, with too many other Dolphins in the way.
She got up from the edge of the tank and walked to the small room where the shallow pool was. She opened the gate that lead to the bigger pool and called the male Dolphin. To her astonishment he willingly swam into the shallow water, turned around and watched as she closed the gate behind him. She closed the door to the room and turned around to face him.
He was quietly floating in the shallow water, turned on his side, his pink tool just showing. She paused a moment, second thoughts racing through her mind. But just as quickly she reaffirmed her desire to experience the euphoria of joining with such a magnificent, gentle creature.
She reached around and unfastened the button on the back of her dress and slipped it off, draping it carefully over the back of the chair. She sat down facing the Dolphin and without taking her eyes off of him unsnapped her bra and removed it; liberating her firm breasts and erect nipples. As the Dolphin watched in obvious nervous anticipation she took off her panties and laid them with the rest of her clothes.
Without hesitation the woman stepped into the shallow water and sat down in front of the Dolphin. From this perspective she was a little frightened by the size of this creature, and for an instant... second thoughts. But his calm movements and slow advances reassured her of his gentleness.
The Dolphin swam close to her, rubbing his long body along hers. She stroked his side, feeling his body quiver at her feminine touch. He opened his mouth wide at the intense pleasure that the petting gave him.
Slowly, she slid her hand underneath his belly, along the underside in search of his genital slit. She could feel the folds of his skin form the opening of his love cavity, guiding her hand deeper into his private place. Her fingers cautiously probed the split until they met the tip of his pulsating cock, laying in wait just inside his body. She curled her finger around the tip, and to her astonishment the tip of his penis curled around her fingers! Like her hands, the Dolphins cock displayed exquisite dexterity.
She slid her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it pulsate in anticipation of what was to happen.
Guided by her soft hand, the Dolphin slowly erected his tool. She held him tightly, and affectionately licked his body with her tongue, tasting the salt of his briny environment. He arched his body, pressing his against hers.
Deliberately, but carefully the Dolphin rolled on to his side, exposing his extended penis. Shaped after his graceful body, this trembling staff of pleasure enchanted the woman. Tenderly, she stroked its' length, tickled the tip and messaged the base. Leisurely she guided her tongue over the side of the big male toward his belly...his most sensitive erogenous zone.
As the Dolphin gasped and shuddered her tongue approached the first folds of his slit. She paused to lick the folds and ever so slowly eased her way toward the deeper recesses of the crack. Eventually encountering the protruding organ, she wrapped her tongue around it.
The Dolphin had long since relinquished control of his body to the pleasurable creature, and was barely conscious of his environment. His rapture was evident by his gaping jaws, closed eyes, and quickened heartbeat.
Occasionally his tail would slap the surface of the water in an unconscious reaction to the intense pleasure that the woman bestowed on his most sensitive organ.
The woman was working her way up and down the long curved shaft of the Dolphin's dick with her tongue, stoking it's full length. Each time she reached the tip, the Dolphin would curl his cock around her tongue in a genital embrace unmatched by anything Human or Cetacean.
Eventually, the woman guided his love tool into her mouth and started to suck. Her hand squeezing the base of the trembling shaft. Sliding her lips up and down the length of the rod, she could feel the Dolphin's body tense and relax with each orgasmic spasm created by the rhythmic sucking.
At first she gently suckled, but as the encounter progressed, she quickened her pace and sucked harder and harder, causing the Dolphin to breath erratically and whistle at higher and higher pitches. He had never experienced oral lovemaking before and was in a state of pure rhapsody.
For the woman, the feeling of the Dolphins dexterous cock deep in her throat provided a pleasure that previous fellatiotic encounters never gave. It was a sensuous feeling that aroused her whole body to a new level of sexual awareness.
After several minutes of oral enjoyment the Dolphin felt himself ready to cum. Not being part of his plan he withdrew his tool from the woman's mouth and back into his genital folds. It was now his turn to bring pleasure.
The woman sat back, curious as to what the big male was up to. He swam out toward the middle of the shallow pool. The woman eased her way toward the shallower water and leaned back on her elbows and watched as the Dolphin leisurely swam back and forth, their mutual stares locked in a visual embrace.
Approaching her again, he forcing his rostrum between her legs, pushing them apart and wriggling his way toward her cunt. She bit her lip in response to the feeling of his head against her inner thighs. As he pushed forward she obliged him and open her legs to his advances, exposing her bright pink, shaved vagina.
Having struggled his way up to the woman's heaving pleasure zone the Dolphin managed, with the woman's help, to rest his flippers on top of each of her legs. Settling in a comfortable position, he extended that magnificent tongue and with the very tip nuzzled the woman's crack. Her head snapped back and she gasped at his touch, her reaction telling the Dolphin that he had found the spot he was looking for.
He began his search for the one place common to all intelligent female creatures. The one spot that would elicit the most powerful pleasures that a male can give.
Unlike female Dolphins, this creature was so relaxed, so docile. And unlike the females of his own species, she had given him a new dimension in penile pleasure...the intensity of having his cocked sucked. He wanted to return that delight of oral stimulation before he proceeded to the next level of sexual ecstasy.
He probed the length and depth of the woman's vaginal slit, searching for the spot, watching her reactions, looking for a sign that he had found it.
The woman had long since given over to the Dolphin's maneuvers and was entering a state of mental rhapsody. As the muscular tongue of the creature swept the length and breadth of her cunt she whimpered quietly. Each time that he lightly passed over her clit she wished that he would pause and allow her to enjoy the bliss. After several passes, she could not stand it any longer and she reached out and grabbed the Dolphin's tongue and gently stroked her clitoris with it. Understanding that the woman wanted him to lick this particular spot, he obliged.
The ferocity of her pleasure made her forget her environment and she let go of all feelings and emotions. She was nearing the precipice, preparing herself to fall over the edge of ecstasy into the abyss of rhapsody. She was breathing heavily, her head thrown back, both her hands holding the Dolphin's rostrum tightly, when suddenly and abruptly...he stopped. Leaving her hanging on the very edge.
She yelled out, 'NO! No! Don't stop now!...pllleeeasse!' but her cries went unheeded, and the Dolphin swam away. Nearly crying at not being allowed to experience the ultimate pleasure, she thought to herself, 'Why!..Why did he stop!'
The Dolphin had planned his actions well. He knew that for them to achieve a common plain of love, they must join and climax together. He swam about the pool, preparing himself for the next step. The woman watched him, unable to understand why he stopped. She fingered her clit trying to bring back the level of ecstasy that he had taken her to. But with no satisfaction. Only he could provide that service.
Anxiously, she waited for him to return, taking the opportunity to splash water over her hot body. She messaged her erect, hard, nipples trying to ease the soreness of the sustained arousal.
Finally the Dolphin approached her again. This time turned on his side as he wriggled his way into the shallow water. The woman helped him move up beside her, stroking and admiring his fluid body, caressing his sensuous skin.
She fondled his body by sliding her hands over its full length, one hand on top, and the other hand underneath. Starting from the tip of his beak she slowly eased her way to the tip of his tail. Pausing ever so briefly to probe his crack.
She had positioned herself to maneuver the tip of his pectoral fin between her vulva. Gyrating ever so slightly she tried to regain some of the pleasure of the their earlier encounter.
The Dolphin had other plans though, and after only a few moments, he withdrew his fin and erected his cock to its full length. The woman was surprised at its size. It was long. ...about 14 inches, somewhat knife shaped, and was a pretty shade of pink. She knew now what he had in mind, and obligingly positioned herself along side of him.
She grasped the erect penis and slowly eased her cunt over the top of it. It slid in easily. Carefully, she came down on him, positioning her body so she was comfortable. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, signalling that she was ready.
The Dolphin started to probe the woman's vagina with his love making tool. It's flexibility giving him the ability to explore the cavity in fine detail. Their tight embrace providing the means for them to communicate their mutual pleasure as the Dolphin probed her. He began searching for the precise locations that would trigger the most intense reactions. Each time he found a particularly sensitive spot she would squeeze him gently to signal her elation.
Several minutes passed as he identified at least three places in the woman's love tunnel that caused her to react. Each time he touched one of these zones, her cunt would tighten and pulsate in the most exquisite way. Providing him with the powerful pleasure that he was seeking.
It was time to begin.
With his flexible cock he would tickle each pleasure spot. Starting with her clit, he would rotate the tip of his sex organ around each spot. The stimulation caused her body to shudder at the potent feeling that he provided. He would then go on to the next spot and repeat the procedure, stimulating each zone in rotation.
She was in absolute heaven, each time his genitalia would kiss a vaginal erotic zone she would whimper. At first quietly, but as his stimulations continued, her whimpers would become near screams.
Slowly and deliberately he stimulated her, bring her to the edge of that abyss, allowing her to look over the brink but always bringing her back to safe ground. He knew that to go over the edge would signal the end of their orgasmic encounter. And he...like her, wanted to stretch out the pleasure to its absolute limits.
She had never experienced love making like this in her life. The flexibility of his genitals gave her such extreme pleasure that her eyes rolled back deep in her head and her teeth chattered with each sub orgasm. She never wanted this to end. The Dolphin was also experiencing the most satisfying fucking his life. Unlike other females he had experienced, this one was content to let him lead the way.
She had wrapped her legs around his tail, and each time that she approached the edge, she would squeeze. With her breasts fitting neatly on either side of his body, she could feel his heart pounding, each breath that he took, and the low pitched sounds of his moans. His body was like a living collection of jello. Each muscle quivering with the rapture of the coupling.
For what seemed like hours they the danced on the brink, eventually forcing her to beg him to let her go over...but he refused. Holding her tightly with his fins, he continued stimulating her in such a way that she had entered a higher plain of sexual pleasure. Over and over again he ticked each pubic zone, flexing his cock, at time twittering it in such a way so as to resemble a vibrating dildo. His staying power was extraordinary.
Her screams were now reaching a crescendo. She had to climax or she felt that she would explode. The Dolphin sensed this, and with some reluctance, decided to let her go. For a final time he tickled each erogenous zone until he reached her clit. Thrusting the tip of his penis deep into her genital canal, his body tensed, and with a shrill whistle he pumped his load deep into her and allowed them to climax together.
The woman screamed with each pulse of the Dolphin's ejaculation. Her whole body shuddered violently. Her vagina tightened as her soul reacted to the spasms of the most potent climax she, or probably any other human female had ever experienced.
The climax would last for nearly two minutes, with both creatures shrieking in their own way. The Dolphin whistling...the woman crying at the top of her voice.
Sadly, it was over.
The Dolphin withdrew his cock back into his body, and the woman rolled onto her back and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep. The Dolphin had rolled back onto his stomach, and gently placed his flipper over the woman's breasts, holding her tenderly as she slept.
After several hours, the woman awoke to find herself held by her Dolphin partner. She smiled, and reached over to pet him. Stroking his glistening skin she spoke to him softly. Embracing him tightly, she kissed his cheek. She could feel a warm glow as the two of them snuggled. Never again would she be able to have sex with a man and be able to enjoy it.
After several minutes she finally got up and got out of the pool. She showered in the stall used by the trainers and dressed. All the while the Dolphin watched her, lounging on his side. He, too, would never again be able to have sex with his own kind. It would not be the same.
After dressing she opened the gate to the shallow pool and he swam out to join the others. It was late in the day and time for her to go home. Her work would have to wait until tomorrow. The Dolphin and the woman looked at each other one last time as she left. They both knew that this would not be their last encounter.
EPILOG
While many may consider this story to be pure fantasy, it is in fact based on some reality. The descriptions given of the Dolphins genitals are quite accurate. To keep their body streamlined, male Dolphins retract their penis into their body. A slit similar to a vaginal slit, located toward the tail houses the retracted penis.
The finger-like dexterity of the Dolphin's penis is also documented. Made of mostly muscle, it is under conscious control and can be used like a finger.
Like Humans, Dolphins enjoy love making at any time. There are no 'sexuality cycles' like most other non-human mammals. Although like human females, there is a fertility cycle in female Dolphins.
The only known erogenous zone of a Dolphin is the belly. Touching or stroking this area almost always immediately elicits a sexual response. People who swim with Dolphins avoid touching this area at all costs...unless they are willing to deal with an amorous Dolphin!
Sexual contact between Humans and Dolphins is not unknown. The best description of such contacts can be found in the book 'The Mind of the Dolphin' by Dr. John Lilly
It was really bad weather. Thunder storm was destroying everything. The time was only 5pm. It was mid July but dark grey clouds made it really dark. Sue was sitting next to fire and getting angry with herself. The decision she made to come here was really not a good idea. She could easily wait for few more days. But now it was too late.
Sue was a very pretty and beautiful girl. She has such a soft and smart body. With her hands full breasts and long legs she could easily be a main attraction to anyone. Her mum and dad died last year and she was living in one bed room apartment. She was working as a sales lady in very famous company, so her salary was wonderful. Her dad was left so much for her that she even could live porch live without working. Her mother and father had very beautiful house across the country right in the middle of the forest. Sue used to go with her parents to spend holidays there. She loved that house and woods around it.
Her parents told her to be careful of wild animals. She still remembered that day when she was playing in woods. She was trying to catch a butterfly and gone deep into the woods. She heard some strange noise. That time sue was only 13. So she got scared. She was about to scream when she saw a big black gorilla standing right in front of her and straining at her left. Then within a moment gorilla jumped towards her.
She closed her eyes and screamed. When she opened her eyes she saw a big brown wolf was laying on the grass with no motion and gorilla was standing next to it and looking at her. Then gorilla moved forward towards her. She was looking right in his eyes, but all she could see in his eyes was kindness for her. Gorilla quietly tapped on her head, turned around and disappeared in woods. She could easily see a big scar on his left shoulder. She came back home and told everything to her parents. She was really scared after that incident.
**
Sue was now 21. But she still remembered that day and thinking if that gorilla was not there God knows what would happened to her.
One day she came back from work and getting ready for shower when she had a phone call from her family solicitor. He wanted to meet her. She asked him to come over and have meal with her. While they were having dinner he told her that her father has a land in South cost which she wasn't aware off. Sue told him that she doesn't know anything about it and if she can sell that land because it was useless for her. James (solicitor) told her that there is a problem. The documents for the land were not with James but her father kept them in his country house. So she has to go there and get them.
Sue thought it is good because she hasn't been there for last two years and she needs vacations too. First she thought that she will ask her friend Kelly to go with her but then she decided to go there by herself. She wasn't sure that what condition the house would be so rather then getting embarrassed in front of her friend, she should go by herself and if house needs any attention she can fix it without getting worried to come back quick.
She took two weeks off from work in case if she needs to stay there longer. Sue packed her bags and got everything ready which she could think off can be handy in her forest house. She left her apartment at 2am. It was long drive. When she was about 50 miles away, the weather got really bad. It was raining and thundering. The time was 3pm. Sue was very tired off driving but she wanted to get home before it starts thunder storm. By the time she got there, it was really dark and puddles were everywhere because of heavy rain. Sue got into the house and took her luggage inside. She was completely wet and soaking. She quickly checked whole house and luckily it was still in good condition and everything was working. She put her silky gown on after shower. Made cup of tea for her and then sat next to fire.
Here she was sitting next to the fire and getting angry with herself. But after a while she was ok and enjoying her cup of tea and thinking of her old days which she spent here. And then she thought of that gorilla which saved her life. And from nowhere she kissed in the air for that gorilla to say thanks and then she smiled for her foolishness. Thunder was really bad and she was getting scared that how she is going to spend night here alone. She wished that even if she had a cat with her, it would make big difference.
Suddenly she heard some funny noises from outside and she got really scared. She quickly checked main door and windows to make sure they are fully locked. She heard it again but this time it was more clear. Then again. The noise was very close to door. She listened very carefully. It was animal noise and it was in pain. That gave Sue some courage. She went to the window which was next to the main door and tried to look outside. Because there were dark grey clouds which made dark everywhere, so she couldn't see anything.
After a while when her eyes got used to of the dark a bit, all she could see something big black next to the door and moving very slowly. She was still scared. Didn't know what it could be. And then lightning solved her problem. She could easily see that it was big black giant gorilla sitting right in front of the door and trying to avoid the rain. She took a deep breath. Now she was feeling sorry for him but still there was no way that she was going to take any risk.
It was dark again and she was waiting for lightning again. But from deep inside she was happy that at least there is some one around her although it is wild animal. And then it was lightning again. This time it was really bright and what she saw in that bright light, she couldn't believe it and she was so so happy and excited. She could easily see that big black giant gorilla and a big scar on his left shoulder. She thought for a moment that this big beast could be harmful for her but next moment she decided to let him in. Even if this beast going to hurt her, it doesn't matter because the life she is enjoying is given by this gorilla anyway.
Without thinking of any danger, she opened the door. Lightening again, she looked in his eyes and he looked in her eyes. Then she moved a side to give gorilla access to come in. First gorilla hesitated but when he felt warmth coming from inside the room, he slowly moved and entered in the room. So many leaves and rain came in the room with him. Sue closed the door. Gorilla was in bad condition. He was bleeding from his left front paw. Sue was standing only a meter away from him.
She looked at him. He was the same gorilla who saved her life but he was grown. He was almost double the size now. Gorilla was looking in her eyes, like he had recognized her. She went inside the house and brought two big towels. She spread one towel next to the fire on the floor. She wanted gorilla to come forward and sit on the towel. Still she didn't want to make any silly move. Slowly she moved closed to him. She was looking small doll next this giant beast. Then she touched his black fur very carefully.
Gorilla didn't mind. She moved her hand on his fur. By doing this she had very strange feeling somewhere inside her. She looked in his eyes, it seemed that he is no harm to her. Then she started drying him off with other towel. Then she hold his paw and tried to move him forward toward the other towel. He obeyed her and followed her. When he sat on the towel, she went inside again and brought her first aid bag. Now she wasn't scared at all. She hold his injured paw in her small hands, cleaned the blood and put bandage on it. Sue stood up and cleaned all the floor and came back and sat next to beast. All she could see in his eyes kindness for her. She looked at him and said, 'Thank you so very much for saving my life.'
She knew that he couldn't understand what she was saying but she carried on. 'I was so happy when I saw you at my door. I didn't care about any danger you could do to me. But I was pretty sure that you wouldn't hurt me because if you wanted you could hurt me few years ago. I am so glad that now I can help you.'
Beast was looking at her and when she finished he raised his arm and touched her silky hair. It looked like that he understood what she said. He put his hand back of her head and pressed her towards him. She didn't resist and moved closer to him. Gorilla was now in good condition. Fire made him warm and gave him energy. She was so closed to him even she could feel his hot breathing.
Gorilla raised his other arm and she couldn't control herself and got very closed to him and then climbed on his lags and put her arms around him tried to give him a hug. But he was too big for her to put her arms around his back. She looked in his eyes again, laughed and hided her face in his black hairy chest. She didn't noticed that by doing that her silky gown's front had opened. Now her white big breasts with pink nipples were pressed to his hairy chest too.
Sue could smell his soft hairy chest. The smell was so nice that she couldn't control herself and started kissing on his hairy chest. She could feel her shaved tight pussy was getting wet. She was getting so aroused that she took her gown off. Now she was all naked sitting in giant black gorilla's lap, kissing his hairy chest. Gorilla really liked it and he started moving his hands on her back. Then suddenly she felt some thing hard and hot on her bum.
She looked down and smiled. It was his black dick who was getting hard. She looked at him again and kissed his chest and moved downwards. She was still kissing his chest and then belly and then down and then she was a inch away from his huge black dick. The smell was so strong that she could feel it even from a inch distance.
She touched it with her hand. It was about two inches round and a foot long. Sue started rubbing her hand up and down on his shaft. Then without thinking, she kissed the top. It tasted bit salty but she liked it. Same time her hand was on his huge balls. She could feel the heavy weight of his balls in her hand. They were huge and full of his cum. That made her even wetter.
She started kissing his huge shaft from top to bottom. It was hot and hard. With other hand she started rubbing her wet clit. Sue got up and put arm around his neck and with other hand she pulled him back softly. It seemed that gorilla knew what she wanted. So he just lay on his back.
Sue again started kissing him on his neck and all the way down to his belly. Now her legs were wide opened around his neck and her wet and hot pussy was right in front of his eyes. He sniffed in the air and he rubbed his hands on her naked bum. Then he felt her wet pussy and started rubbing it and put his finger in it. Sue sighed with joy. His huge dick was now fully erected. She put her hand around it and went forward to kiss it again.
Meanwhile gorilla took his finger out and smell it and then when she was about to kiss his dick, gorilla pulled her over to his face with his massive hands. He sniffed her juicy pussy and then licked it with his long rough tongue. His hot, long and rough tongue made her even wetter. She opened her legs as wide as she could to give him easy access to his hot pussy.
Gorilla started to lick her and put his long tongue deep inside her. It was too hard for her to take and she screamed with joy and started Cumming. While she was Cumming, she pulled his belly hair but gorilla didn't mind. He really liked the taste of her juices and swallowed every single drop of her juice. Gorilla wanted to continue but she wasn't able to take it any more. So she pushed herself forward and dropped herself on his big hairy belly.
After couple of minutes she managed to get some energy and then her hand was once again on his big shaft. Her one hand was going up and down on his fully erected dick and other hand was massaging his big balls. She started kissing and licking his dick all over.
After kissing it she opened her waited mouth and sucked it and tried to take it in her mouth as much as she could. She was rubbing it on all over her face. And then there was a time she was waiting for. The gorilla made very funny noise and his dick stiffened. She quickly opened her mouth and sucked it deep. Gorilla sprayed his sperm in her mouth. Something very hot hit back of her throat. She tried to drink all of his sperm but it was too much to drink.
Gorilla cum was none stop. His cum was running down from the sides of her mouth and dripping on his balls and hairy legs. Taste of his sperm was awesome. Once gorilla finished Cumming, Sue started licking his cum from his balls and from his hairy legs. When she dried him off completely, she just put her head one of his leg. She was still holding his dick in her hand and watching it going down slowly. She kissed it again closed her eyes Sue couldn't believe her luck that she had best time of her life with black giant gorilla.
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It seemed like five minutes when she felt something hot and sticky on her hand which was on gorilla's dick. She opened her eyes. Gorilla was pissing and his piss was all over his balls, legs and on her hand. Sue wasn't a dirty girl at all so she didn't like it especially the strong smell of his piss. She quickly got up and went to bathroom to wash her hands and got some wet clothes to clean up the floor.
When she came back, she saw the ape was standing on his fours. Sue sat down on her knees next to his legs and put one hand on his buttock to push him a bit forward. His buttocks were dark black and free of any hair. When she touched them, they felt like leather. She bent forward to have a close look. Suddenly she realised that his ass hole is getting bigger and popping out. She quickly moved and ape was shitting.
Sue just hold her head with both hands and looked at ape. When he finished she moved him forward and cleaned his mess with one hand holding her nose because the smell of his piss and shit was very strong. Weather was much better now and time was almost midnight. But still she was not going to take risk to spend whole night alone in this big house. He was the best company she could have ever wished for, so she wasn't going to lose this company in any case.
After cleaning up she went back to big beast, sat next to him and put arms around his neck and looked in his eyes. He was looking very innocent. Sue kissed on his big nose and said, 'Look my dear lover what you have done? Now it's time for you to have a shower, so come with me. Mummy'll clean you up and give you nice shower.'
She knew that he wasn't understood what she had said to him. Then she stood up and held his hand and slowly walked towards bathroom. Surprisingly beast followed her. She took him to the bathroom. First she forwarded herself and sat into the tub and then pushed him slowly. She didn't want to scare this big beast. If he got scared he could be very dangerous for her. The beast was too big for tub so she had to come out.
When she opened the shower and rinsed water on his feet, the beast got bit scared but then he calmed down. She rinsed warm water on his legs then on his belly and then on his whole body. She shampooed him and gave him shower. When she had done it, she held his hand and indicated that he should step out. She tried to dry him off with towel but that towel wasn't big enough for his huge body. She went to the bedroom to get something else to dry him off completely.
Gorilla quietly followed her.
Because she wasn't living there she didn't have any more towels. She took out one of the bed sheet and started to dry him off. Gorilla seemed to like it and he was again on his fours. She reached to his back to dry his buttocks. They looked very shiny and cleaned. She took long time to clean them. And then not knowing why, she started rubbing her hands on them. His buttocks were not as soft as his other hairy body but they were hot.
She touched his ass hole and started rubbing her fingers on it. Somehow by doing that she was getting horny again. She thought that his whole body was cleaned now after shower so kiss on his buttocks wouldn't harm. She put her legs in between his back legs. Now his ass cheeks were inches away from her face. Nice fresh smell was making her mad. She bent forward and put her lips one of his ass cheek and then on other.
It seemed that her lips got glued to his ass cheeks. They were hot and she didn't want to remove her lips from there. Then her tongue started working on them. She was now kissing and licking them passionately. Gorilla didn't move at all. He was enjoying with this new experience. And then forgetting that it was very nasty she kissed on his ass hole. It was even hotter than ass cheeks. Again her tongue came out and she was licking it and putting her tongue inside it. Her erected tits were rubbing against his large black hot shiny balls and she was getting wetter.
When she realised that she was not getting enough, her right hand moved from one of his buttock to in between his legs. She grabbed his large balls and started stroking them. Other hand moved to his big hard iron shaft which was getting even bigger. Her hand was now going up and down on his big dick. She crossed her legs and was about to cum. His long shaft tip was now rubbing on her upper thigh. She moved forward and pressed his dick towards her hard tits and belly.
Now his big balls were resting on top of her tits and his huge dick was pressing on her belly. The movements of her hands were now getting faster and faster. She was madly kissing and licking his bottom of his balls, his ass cheeks and ass hole and rubbing her whole face on them. Same time when she managed to put her full tongue inside his ass hole, gorilla growled loudly and she felt hot sticky white sperm sprayed all over her tummy and on her inner legs. It was like that someone has opened hot tab on her.
His cum was never ending. And then her climax made her to cum as well. She rubbed his cum all over her tummy and on her boobs and then sucked her soaked hands. Then she bent down and put his dropping dick in her mouth and whatever was left over she swallowed it. She was still holding his dick which was still hard but she didn't have courage to move it up and down.
She moved her hands and crossed her arms around his back and rested her face on his beautiful buttocks and closed her eyes again. After few minutes she got up, had quick shower. Gorilla was now sitting on the floor with closed eyes. After long drive in terrible weather and hard exercise with beast she was feeling too tired and sleepy now. Her king size bed was waiting for her but she didn't want to sleep alone on it. She went to ape and kissed on his big rubbery cheek. Ape opened his tired eyes.
Once again she held his hand and somehow managed to bring him on her big bed which was certainly big enough for both of them. It was completely new experience for beast. He sat down on soft bed. She laughed at him lazily and again she put her arm around his neck and with other hand she pushed him on the bed. Now gorilla was lying on the soft bed. She squeezed herself towards him and her face was buried once again in his hairy chest.
Gorilla put his hairy arms around her which gave Sue more comfort. She never felt so safe and comfortable in her life after her parent's death. She covered them with blanket. Sue got scared for the moment or two that she was in the bed with a beast that can harm her any time but then her tired mind could think anything else and her tired eyes closed and after few moments she was sleeping in beast cozy soft and warm arms.
To be continued?
Awoken and Used in the DarkWomen with animals stories
Story's fetishes:zoophilia, monster sex, teens.
Amy awoke with a start. She stared frantically into the pitch darkness of her bedroom but could see nothing; it must have still been the middle of the night. Something had touched her and made her jump. A few moments passed, sitting up in the blackness... nothing. She listened nervously to the sound of waves crashing calmly in the distance; she had left her window slightly open to let in some cool air. She slowly lay back down on her pillow, stretching her pale legs under the blanket once again, assuming she had been dreaming, but no sooner had she closed her eyes did something touch her again, something slimy. Amy didn't move a muscle, paralyzed with curious fear. Something slimy and sticky was making its way up her inner thigh towards her panties. It was warm and wet. Amy was only a young girl and was afraid of spiders and other bugs and so was about to prop herself up on her elbows, in order to drag herself away from the creeping entity when she felt something much larger sweep up her body and cover her with a suffocating grip. Struggling to free herself, Amy felt her arms constricted at her sides and the weight of something sopping and wet on her stomach, spreading over her writhing body but still, she could see nothing. What felt like slippery snakes or eels were making their way up her chest, sliding over her small tits and as they slithered upwards, brushing against her nipples, she could feel that they had little suckers of some sort. A strong smell of saltwater stung Amy's flaring nostrils as she wriggled in the creatures grasp, whining helplessly. She dared not cry out yet, not while she still had any chance of untangling herself from the situation on her own; the shame of having her daddy burst into her room when she was wearing nothing but her panties would have destroyed her.
Just as the many tentacles were finding their way over her little shoulders and around her fragile neck, Amy pulled her right arm free momentarily and in her panic grabbed at anything she could, now kicking and flailing her legs about. Fear and frustration rose within her as the feeling of suffocation increased; Amy was claustrophobic. The kicking of her legs seemed only to further entangle them in her blanket, now soaked in sweat and slime and the tentacles of the creature which were rapidly engulfing her, coiling stickily around her angles and thighs. In her state of panic, she gripped cloth in her right hand and tugged as hard as she could, grunting, and trying to roll herself off the bed, but she had hold of the curtain just beside her bed and as she pulled, a sliver of moonlight filtered through, illuminating her slimy naked chest and several dark emerald tentacles, slithering over it. Eyes wide in terror, Amy saw peering through the darkness at her hips the pulsating head and huge, deep black eyes of some gigantic octopus whose disgustingly coiling appendages were ravelling themselves about her young body. Only it was something far more monstrous than an octopus, but Amy had no chance to consider anything as the tentacles around her neck and shoulders tightened their grips and just as she was about to force a scream, they choked her and hoisted the body of the creature up onto her torso and she gasped in horror as she felt her entire head sucked into one of its vile cavities and her air supply cut off.
She was beyond escape now, her feebly thrashing limbs were clamped by the sopping tentacles of the beast, while she was enveloped in complete darkness, struggling to breathe. The wet, clammy internal skin of the creatures orifice was pressed against her face and head on all sides, smothering her, but then she could feel something descend and pressure her lips. As she gasped for air, the strange, dripping appendage entered her wet mouth and she tried to scream again but was gagged by the appendage forcing its way into her, flattening her wriggling tongue against the bottom of her mouth. Her whole body writhed anew and she fought desperately to shake her head, anything to prevent the sickening phallic object from probing her throat any further but it continued to extend mercilessly down her gullet, forcing her to gag and want to throw up as it filled her oesophagus and rubbed against her tonsils. Just as her eyes were rolling in her head and she knew she must be about to pass out, the descent of the monstrous appendage down her throat opened a pocket of air around her nose and could manage to breathe again, although in such an awkward and painful way that she could barely think. The oxygen flooding into her brain was such a relief that she felt a surge of gratitude toward the creature for forcing its oily member down her throat and allowing her to breathe. All her concentration was bent on not suffocating and her prayers for help were abandoned.
Her bare chest rose and fell steadily, now with the weight of the hideous creature on top of her. There was a moment of calm as the tentacles adjusted themselves slowly around Amy's quivering body but soon the moment passed and she was startled by new movement at her legs. Suddenly the grip on her ankles was tightened and her legs were forced upwards so her delicate calves were pressed against her buttocks. The original feeling returned and Amy sensed a sticky, oozing tentacle slide up her inner thigh and her legs were driven further apart. She could feel that this tentacle was different; it was smooth and had no suckers. The sensation of wetness and utter fear caused Amy to pee a little in her underwear and she became overwhelmed with shame. The threat of embarrassment if her daddy overheard her squirming and he came in and saw her with her legs spread wide and a tentacle rubbing at her crotch was preying upon her addled mind as much as the fear of what was going to happen. He would see the outline of her pussy lips through her thin cotton panties as the ooze of the tentacles mixed with her own urine which was now dribbling down her sweating ass crack and further dampening her groin.
As the strain of fear overcame her and breathing became harder, the tentacle which was stroking the crease in her sopping panties lunged forward; sliding into Amy's lubricated pussy, dragging her panties in with it. Again she instinctively tried to scream but the member in her throat pulsated and caused her to gag instead. With mounting terror and revulsion she realized at last that the creature's intent was not to eat her. It's going to fuck me! she thought, and she knew that it would; there was no way for her to escape from its slimy clasp and thrusting tentacles. It drove its way deep into her little pussy and she writhed in pain, but the creature forced her legs even further apart and shoved its tentacle in again, harder than before.
Amy was utterly helpless, she was compelled to lie on her back with her legs pulled up and apart, panting and choking, whilst the brutal creature fucked her relentlessly. But soon she was distracted from the pain deep inside her and the bulge in her stomach as the tentacle worked its way further into her and pressed against her cervix; the member in her mouth had begun to move. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed, it slid back and forth, penetrating deep into her oily throat. Each time the appendage withdrew slightly, Amy found it easier to breathe and in between thrusts she found herself groaning 'Ohhhhh'. Again, she felt gratitude towards the creature and caught herself thinking oh thank you for fucking my throat. It was then that she noticed the warmth spreading from between her legs; the tentacle plunging in and out of her pussy was making her feel so dirty and excited. She began to massage the creatures member with her throat and suck on it and the speed of its thrusting increased, causing her to choke violently. The creature didn't care; it had raped other young girls to death before and the eggs still hatched in their dead bodies. Breathing was no longer a priority of Amy's either, she continued to fellate the creature's slimy member, paying no attention to her involuntary gagging. Her hips were now thrusting outward, to meet with the tentacles' drive into her sucking pussy. 'Ohhhh' she groaned again, around the phallus twitching in her throat; she no longer cared if she choked to death on it, she deserved no more, so long as she could pleasure the creature until it ejaculated down her throat and forced her to swallow its cum. Oh thank you, she thought, Fuck me harder, oh God, let it cum inside me, let it flood my womb with its sticky cum. She bucked and urged the tentacle deeper inside her. Impregnate me! she begged, oh God, make me pregnant...
She felt so dirty, pleading with the creature, begging it to spew its cum inside her and fertilize her eggs. She writhed around, covered in slime and sweat and juices from her own pussy, letting the creature fuck her as hard as it liked while she sucked on its inner cock, yearning for it to release its fluids into her open mouth for her to drink down like a filthy slut. The shame of it turned her on; please... please let daddy walk in and see his little daughter, his baby girl, being raped by this thing, oh please... she prayed to God for it to happen. Her body was dripping with sweat as yet another tentacle manoeuvred itself between her shaking legs and pressed its tip against her asshole. She felt it immediately. Oh God... please... yes... do it, I am your slut, your slave... she wriggled a hand free from the slippery tentacles around her wrists and grabbed hold of the one at her ass. Gripping it tightly, she uttered, with the cock in her mouth 'I'm begging you, baby, rape my ass, ' and she forced the tentacle inside her asshole and squealed. The phallic tentacle began fucking her ass instantly, going all the way in on the first stroke and continued, thrusting faster and faster, to match the tentacle in her pussy. They fucked her so hard she could feel them meet at the thin wall of her rectum. 'Ohhhh God! Do me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!' she cried out, rocking back and forth.
The monstrous creature fucked Amy cruelly in all three of her holes until she was crying; she didn't know how long the beast had been using her before she felt its tentacles go taught and vibrate in her ass, her mouth and her pussy. Suddenly she felt cum being forced into every part of her. Her throat was filled with sticky juice from the creatures cock and she swallowed it as fast as she could, allowing only a little to spill over her lips, locked tight around the hard cock, and run down her chin. The salty taste was bitter and Amy loved it backing up and running all over her tongue so she could taste it as she was drinking it down for her beloved rapist. At the same time she knew her belly was swelling from the cum being fed into her womb, impregnating her and that her ass was filled and leaking.
Finally, the creature was finished with her and released her. She fell back and collapsed on the bed, cum dripping from her mouth and her soaking hair clinging to her head and pillow. The creature slithered away from its slut and into the darkness and out of sight. Amy closed her eyes and groaned, one hand between her legs, holding the cum inside her pussy, the other rubbing her engorged belly, knowing that soon the eggs in her womb would come alive and she would have little babies growing inside of her, babies that would grow to rape other lucky girls, as the creature had allowed Amy the privilege of being raped. She was tired and grew sleepy. She hoped vaguely that her daddy would come in that morning and see her naked body, spread out on the bed, with cum and slime crusting on her skin. Just as her eyelids were growing heavy and she was drifting off to sleep, she heard the sounds of the creature leaving the room and she remembered hoping too, that it would find its way to her sister's room...
The darkness leered at her and the forest closed around her; Julie clung to the horse's back, bending forward and clutching his thick mane with both hands. His hair was soaked with sweat; through the horse-blanket and her thin cotton undergarments, the strong weary planes of his muscles moved between her thighs. When Pierre, the faithful black stallion, had come home without saddle or rider, her alarm had been great. She had mounted him without hesitation, and whispered in his ear, 'Take me to him, dear Pierre; show me what has become of Papa!'
The tired mount took her to within sight of the huge old castle, dark and vine-covered, deep in the most desolate part of the Forest Ducharne. He would go no further; when she tried to press him, his eyes showed their whites, and he whinnied most pitifully. The girl slipped off his back, and went through the gates alone.
'Papa, Papa!' Her calls echoed off the ancient walls, the great door askew on its hinges. She passed into the inner courtyard; had the night been brighter, or the girl less intent on her goal, she might have noticed the garden that spread about her, the carefully-tended shrubs in fantastic shapes, the beds of roses large and fire-red in the darkness. 'Papa!' And then, an answer.
Into the castle through the arched stone doorway. Up stairs, along dark passages peopled by shadows and whispers. Her father's answering shout becoming clearer. 'No, Julie! Do not seek me! Go home, girl, run away!' But she followed his voice, through air like thick syrup, rooms smelling of time and decay.
Her father's face on the other side of a barred door. His eyes on hers for a moment, and then staring with horror past her, over her shoulder. She turned.
The Beast. Made huge by the darkness, tall and wide, impossibly present; a strong animal smell, strength and maleness filling her head. One huge hand, thick brown fur, claws held away from her skin, solid muscular fingers on her shoulder. His eyes, huge and deep and overpowering, looked into hers, and she was helpless. But not completely. 'Let my Papa go!' It came out as a whisper, but the sound of her own voice gave her strength. 'Let him go!' Louder this time. A sound in the darkness of the Beast, a laugh or a growl or a rumble. Another hand, rough and large and shaggy, the back of it running over her white dress, pressing against her breasts and her stomach. The sound of his breathing.
'He has stolen from me. The price must be paid.' The Beast's voice was a low growl, a snarl, an animal sound that somehow formed words in the stifling air of the passage. Her father reached through the bars, but could touch neither of them.
'A single rose,' he groaned, 'a single bloom for my daughter. I did not know!' The Beast's growl rose and snarled and filled the space with terror, silencing her father.
The Beast's eyes on her in the darkness. 'But he may go free.' The rumble again, 'I will accept you as his ransom.'
Her father screamed and shook the bars of his prison, but she was buried in the Beast's fur, one of his great arms pinning her to him easily. Swooning from his scent and from fright, she managed to raise her head and gasp, 'Go, Papa, go! Save yourself!' Metal rattling, a blow, a laugh, a curse. There seemed to be others with them in the passage, then the Beast was moving, her body still crushed against him, her mind reeling. The sounds of her father faded quickly around the mazy corners of the castle.
The smothering grip released her, and she swayed, almost falling, saved only by a damp stone wall. The Beast, still nearly invisible in the oppressive dark, only his eyes and his scent, the memory of his body on her skin. His gaze was deep and insistent, and she felt eaten alive. 'He was not worth the sacrifice, little rose. And how dangerous are you to me?'
She trembled, feeling the heat of his breath as he loomed over her, feeling, or only imagining, his hands, his matted paws on her body, touching her most intimate parts as though she were naked before him. 'My servants will show you your room.' And he was gone. The room cold and empty.
The Beast's servants were shadows and whispers, low voices from nowhere, lighter places in the gloom that flowed like ripples through the thick silent air. But she followed them to a room, a deeper darkness within the dark, and a bed, and collapsed and slept.
She awoke, and cried to find that it had not been a nightmare. No sunbeams penetrated the inwardness of the castle, but a grey and diffuse light hinted it was day. A voice from the empty corridor terrified her with its ordinary words. 'The Master sends greetings. He will be in the West Wing all day; you may make the rest of the castle your own.'
But she did not leave her room all that day, limply huddling in a fitful half-doze under the blankets in the huge bed, drawing in on herself when an airy nothingness brought wood and laid a fire, screaming and swooning when a tray of food slid quietly out of the wall. By the return of the darkness, her terror had exhausted itself, and she sat up, and she ate. The food was fresh and rich, bread and cheese and savory meat. Moving her legs within the covers, she noticed for the first time their richness, and the finery in which she had been cowering. The dark did not come as a friend, but the youthful sanity of her body bore up her mind.
A strange wind blew down the corridor, and the door to her room creaked open. Something entered, a smell of love and madness, a deep green smell, bright with blood and hot with desire. She shivered, her skin cold and hot, her breath catching in her throat. Under her dress, the nipples on her small breasts stiffened, and she felt warmth between her thighs.
'So! He has caught a dainty indeed!' The voice was high and lovely, a silver flute played by a mad Pan. Light, the first and brightest light she had seen in the castle, struck at her eyes. The light curled and congealed, and there naked before the bed, naked and lovely and pale, moonstones woven into her writhing hair, stood Madness and Lust herself, and Julie's body cried out for her.
'Oh,' she whispered, 'have you come to help me? Has Father sent you?'
Loveliness smiled, showing her small sharp teeth. 'No, my poor lost dear, your father has not sent me; even now, he tries to convince the drunken villagers that the Beast and the castle are not his own lunacy.' Her laughter bites at Julie like silver needles, as she comes closer. She takes Julie's small hands and places them on her own breasts. The spirit's skin is cool and smooth; Julie squeezes the soft domes of her breasts gently, and takes one in her mouth. The nipple is rough and alive, and it stiffens under Julie's tongue.
'Who are you, spirit?' the girl asks, as the silver hands neatly slice the fabric of her dress away from her body, and the cool naked thighs slide over her skin. Madness's tongue plays over her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and Madness's fingers gently open the flower between her legs. Her head falls back, and she sighs as pleasure enters her.
'Who am I? Why, I suppose I am Whimsey, child, or a night breeze, or an innocent traveler. The Master of this castle once did me a wrong, and I take some interest in his affairs.' How can Whimsey speak? Her tongue, long and agile, is buried deep in the femaleness of Julie, her fingers expertly working labia and clitoris, the girl's body moving in slow gasping spasms on the slope up to orgasm. 'But do not hope that I will rescue you, sweet helpless thing; that is not part of the bargain.' And again the silver laughter, and Julie's muscles tense and clench around the tongue and fingers of the spirit, waves of pleasure washing over and through her young naked body, over her heaving breasts, up from the wet penetrated ecstasy of her vulva. She screams quietly, the soft blossom of her mouth open to the night.
Then the beautiful silver body stretches out on top of her, the agile tongue is in her mouth. She groans and bucks against the perfect cool softness. She takes the glowing breasts again in her hands and sucks, drinking madness and lust into herself. The spirit cries out, her perfect thighs spread, and then she rises up, and her thighs are by Julie's cheeks, and Julie's tongue is in the slick silver vagina, and Julie's head is filled with the musk of mad female magic, and the night crashes down on her in ecstasy and pain.
She slept dreamlessly. The next morning, the light seemed brighter. Her nose caught a last lingering whiff of ardent green scent, and she felt a vague warmth low in her body, but she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, and breathed deeply. The stale deadness of the air seemed Sanity itself. When the doorknob announced again that the Master would be in the West Wing, and she might have the run of the rest of the house, she rose, the tatters of her dress falling from her body to the floor. When a flicker and a dustmote opened the wardrobe, to show her a dozen fine dresses perfectly fitted to her size, she felt no terror.
The smell of food drew her out into the corridors. In a fine dress of pale yellow silk, she walked a tapestried hall, and guided by the suggestions of the walls, found a table in a nook that was almost warm, and breakfast set for one. She ate, and then curiosity drew her onward.
The library was huge and lovely. Shelves lined the walls, ladders ascended the shelves, and above were galleries and stairs, more shelves. Glass doors led onto a balcony that overlooked the garden; the graceful symmetry of the roses, the wild trim fantasy of the shrubs reached up and touched her. But when she went to the edge of the balcony, thinking of escape and the long path home, the servants were there, sharp stones pointing at her, something moving in the bushes, and from the West Wing a hint of a roar, the teeth of the Beast and his heavy footfalls. She went back inside.
She sat curled on the long chaise in the library, gazing up at the portrait over the hearth. Gold-framed, done in rich old oils, a man stands before a castle, this castle. He is tall and noble, black-bearded, flashing eyes, a strong mouth. This, she decided, was the true Master of the castle, and she wept to imagine him driven out by the Beast, wounded or killed, driven into the wild forest. She sat reading his books and looking into his painted eyes until twilight; dining on fruit and meat brought by whom? Brought, she was sure, by the captive shadows of his servants, sorcelled to toil for the Beast.
Those shadows guided her back to her room, and the night closed around her. She nursed the image of the man in the portrait, held tight to her hatred of the murderous Beast, and tried not to think of the spirit's tongue between her thighs. The night plodded on without sleep. She wept for loneliness and pity. Her nose betrayed her, finding the sweet feverish scent of hot naked Loveliness in the empty air. But no one came, and in the dead middle of the night, Julie's fear of the spirit's return was overcome by despair at her absence. Julie's hands crept down her body, and she gave herself release, laughing and gasping and crying as she came, naked under the sheets, and finally collided softly with numbness and sleep.
The next day, her body ached and groaned, but her mind was sharp and eager. She mapped out the castle in her mind, climbed the towers, looked out over the garden, and over the lurking indrawn darkness of the West Wing, imagining her enemy's lumbering there, the male animal smell of his body, his rough destructive hands crushing the delicate artifacts of her bearded dream-lover. For now she loved the man in the portrait, seeing the home he had made; loved him with the quick deep innocent love of a young woman. She asked the unseen servants to tell her of him, but the shadows only groaned and creaked. She read, and ate, and walked, and plotted revenge and freedom. When darkness fell, she slipped into a cool cotton nightdress from the wardrobe and threw herself into bed, tired, sane, and determined to resist fever and hopelessness.
But Fever came again, this time as a gentle golden glow at the edges of her vision. The air seemed warm, her skin sweaty as she lay under the light sheet. She threw off the sheet, twisted and turned in the heat, unbuttoned the nightgown. The air was delicious and fiery on her breasts. She slid the damp fabric down her shoulders, over her breasts, her fingers lingering there, squeezing her nipples. Over her stomach, down her thighs, the fabric crumpled and discarded, Julie lying naked on the damp sheets, eyes closed, mouth open, thighs spread, her hands ardent lovers on her own soft arching body. One hand squeezes her breasts and tugs her nipples, the other strokes and presses in between her legs, and she writhes and moans and licks her lips.
The golden glow strengthens and coalesces, and the spirit stands, tonight clad in fire, her eyes like coals, her breasts round and hot, her hair flames, her thighs sweet curves. She licks her lips, her eyes on Julie, her smile hungry, and she lowers herself over the girl, and her mouth caresses the smooth young body.
'Ah! Ah, spirit! Ah, I had despaired of you. OOOOooooo!' And she presses herself against the hot lustful fingers, the sharp aggressive tongue. The long bare body of Ecstasy stretches out on her back on the bed, and she lifts Julie effortlessly onto her, holds Julie's head in her burning hands, presses Julie's face into the delicious softness of her breasts. Julie moans in delight as again she takes the spirit's nipples in her mouth, and the spirit's perfect body arches beneath her, skin to skin, lust to lust, madness to madness.
'Tell me of the Beast, spirit,' says Julie, raising her pink mouth from the hard sensitive golden nipple, 'and tell me of the noble lord of the castle, whose portrait is in the library. Does he live? Did you know him? Will you open your thighs, that I may drink the sweetness between your legs, and give pleasure to your perfect burning body?'
The spirit laughs, high and warm and poisonous. She spreads her knees, and the air is full of delirium, and Julie's mouth kisses a line between her breasts and down over her stomach. As Julie's tongue enters her vagina, the spirit laughs again, and moans. 'Ah, child, ah sweet child, I cannot keep it from you! The world is not so simple. The noble lord of the castle IS the Beast, and the Beast is the noble lord.' Julie's mind reels, but her tongue and hands belong to the spirit, and her mouth tastes the spirit, and she is honey and desire and ashes. Her lips close on the hot pulsing clitoris, her tongue ravages it, her fingers slip in between the moist golden thighs.
Ecstasy groans and thrusts against Julie's open mouth, and Ecstasy speaks. 'Once that noble lord denied me a thing, and what I could not have, I changed. I hope his new form is pleasing to you, my flower, my innocent, my lovely.' And Ecstasy's golden body tenses and arches and devours, and Ecstasy cries out and comes and comes and wraps her thighs in a burning circle around Julie's head.
Now Julie is on her stomach, her legs spread. Fire has flared and abated, and the spirit is a single glowing coal. She holds in her hand a thick black rod with a sultry red at its heart. She smiles down at Julie, and opens her, and thrusts the rod deep into her, and Julie cries out. The rod is hot and rough and perfect, and it slides slowly in and out of her, and it swells and pulses between her legs and her soft violated inner walls, and the spirit's face is calm and alien as Julie gasps and screams and comes, and as she comes the coal goes out, and the spirit is gone, and Julie's orgasm slides quickly down into sleep.
The next day, the castle was different, filled with the Beast's living presence. Expressions of his will, his servants did not frighten her. 'Ask your Master,' she said, 'if he would sup with me.'
Sitting at the other end of the long oak table, his breath was loud and his voice still a growl, but his manners were perfect, his consideration for her absolute. He sat himself as far from her as the table allowed, talked just loudly enough to be heard, just often enough to be comfortable. His eyes were deep and magnificent. In the diffuse light of day, his fur shone clean and combed, his clothing elegant, claws discreet. They ate. The food was strong and excellent.
Over dessert, she looked across at him, breathing his scent. 'My lord,' she said, 'the castle frightens me at night. I would have one of your servants sleep in my room, if it pleases you.' He looked up suddenly, frowning. Their eyes met, and she felt herself falling into his depths.
'Have you been disturbed?' he asked, his growl dangerous but protective. Her skin prickled, her nipples erect. 'Have you had an unseely visitor?' She nodded, lowering her gaze. His growl filled the room. 'My servants would be of no help to you. But you shall not be disturbed tonight.'
That night she lay stretched out under the sheets in white lace, and the Beast himself sat guard across the room in an armchair. 'You honor me,' she whispered. He sat silent through the night, and she slept deep and warm and dreamless. Somewhere in the night, outside the castle, something screamed in frustration. At dawn, he slipped from the room.
She woke and stretched and bathed and dressed. Ignoring the whispers and rattles of the servants, she walked west, and stood at the edge of the Beast's domain. With her first step over the threshold, he was there, and she stepped forward, pressing herself against him, her face in the thick fur of his chest, breathing his scent, his arms enfolding her, their bodies together, his breath warm and even, his huge hands on her. A long moment of silence, and then he gently pulled her away, and they went to breakfast.
She did not let him leave her side that day. They walked in the gardens, sat in the library, ate by the windows. His voice smoothed with practice, and their natures eased together. In the late afternoon it rained, and captor and captive sat by the fire in the library and read and watched the rain. Music played softly from nowhere, and thunder rolled in the distance. It was raining as she got into bed, warmly conscious of the Beast in his chair, the cotton against her skin, the taste of lemon in her mouth, the flickering of the candles on the wall.
Near midnight, she came softly awake, and lay listening to the night. She opened her eyes lazily, and found herself looking again into his eyes. She smiled. His breath caught, and he looked away. Her heart ached.
Julie rises from the bed and crosses the room in the dimness, to stand before his chair. She puts her hands on his shoulders, his wide furry shoulders, and feels the muscles beneath the skin. She sits on his lap, one knee on either side of him, her body tiny against him, her head on his chest, her arms around his shoulders. She nuzzles into him, breathing with her nose in his fur, quiet, relaxed, on the edge of sleep.
His body is tense at first, hard, restrained, unmoving. But the weight of the girl on his lap is sweet and warm, quiet and trusting, and slowly his muscles relax. She stirs, her lips on his body. She smiles and purrs and inhales the maleness of him. She raises her face to his and kisses him; he groans, keeps himself immobile for a moment, but then her tongue moves over his lips, and he wraps her in his arms, kisses her mouth, pulls her tight and smothering against him. She is overwhelmed with delight, and her eyes fill with tears, cocooned in his arms, eyes closed, her body softening and opening to him.
He lifts her easily, lowers her backward onto the bed, and stands undecided, looking down at her. She unbuttons the gown, sane and happy, and slips it down her body. Her breasts and her shoulders are soft and lovely in the light, her thighs and the neat triangle of hair sweet and welcoming. Slowly, he slides out of his finery, his body large and wide and powerful in the darkess. She sees the struggle on his face, the war within him, and loves him for it, and kicks the gown aside, and naked she reaches her arms up to him.
He takes her, there on the bed, in the candlelight, naked in his fur, his loneliness, his need. He tries to be gentle at first, but she opens so completely to him, urges him on, urges him in, gasps and moans so compellingly as he moves over her, that soon his body is pounding against her soft nakedness, penetrating her deeply and completely, and she cries out and laughs with the joy of it, the pain of his thick animal staff thrusting into her, the bliss of his beloved body on hers, his breath heavy, his arms holding his weight off of her, his hips lifting and lowering, pushing into her, and she grips the long coarse fur of his back with her long pale fingers and urges him to do it faster and harder, and they come together in long loud waves of joy. The thunder rolls again as she curls up beside him, and they fall asleep.
The next morning, Julie woke suddenly, to a cold empty bed, and shouts in the distance. Throwing on a shift, she ran through the corridors, through the garden, to the outer courtyard. The air rang with shouts, and the Beast her lover stood atop the wall, snarling down at something beyond it, dodging flying rocks, spears, arrows, tossing down stones which rang against metal and thudded against flesh. With horror, she recognized the voice of her father in the din, and without thinking she climbed the wall, the morning air cool on her thighs, just as a brick crashed into the Beast's forehead and spun him around. She went to his side as he surged back to his feet. Below at the edge of the wood stood a dozen village bravos, and her father, armed with stones and boar-spears and one longbow. The bow came up, an arrow nocked, and she rose up tall and shouted out at them. 'No! I love him!'.
Silence but for the whirr of the arrow through the air, the solid thunk as it embeds itself deeply in the chest of the distracted Beast, then another silence as he falls, and a crash as his dear heavy solid form strikes the earth. Then her wails, her screams, the shouts of the villagers, and all dissolves into hysteria.
Even as she went to him, he seemed to be smoothing out, his body changing. As they carried him to her bedroom, led by servants who now had visible forms, almost physical substance, his eyes never left her, nor hers him. As the hours passed, his fur receded, his heart continued to beat, her fingers lay entwined with his, and somewhere far off in the woods a mad pipe seemed to play an angry dirge.
Deep in the night, she still kneels by his bed. She has had the servants show her father a room, and send the villagers home. She sleeps, but is awakened by his fingers gentle on her forehead. Her eyes meet his, questioning, wondering. He shows her his chest. The arrow has fallen out, the skin clean and unwounded as though it had never been broken. There is no fur, only a mat of thick black human hair. His fingers have no claws. Her face is radiant as she pulls his head down to hers, and they kiss, and his arms, strong but now only human, pull her up and on to him, and this time they make love slowly and gently. Her tongue circles his mouth, he caresses her rear. She spreads herself and gradually engulfs him as they kiss long and deeply, and he strokes her smooth lovely skin as she moves her body up and down, and they purr and laugh and gasp in wonder, and all is good, and clean, and as it should be.
In the kitchen, the head cook lights a candle and stands, looking with wonder at the solid opaque knuckles of her hand.
Not many people know about it, but there's actually an area in our western states that's mainly devoted to parkland. Not because of it's desirability as parkland, but due to the rather strange inhabitants. It was discovered during the late 40's that fallout from the Los Alamos A-Bomb test had, due to freak weather conditions, concentrated in this area and caused strange mutations among the animal life therein. The mutations being in the form of anthropomorphic wildlife, yes; intelligent animals that behave like humans.
Although most people don't realized it, there is evidence of these creatures out in public. What I'm speaking is everyone's favorite fire safety bear; Smokey. Although only portrayed in drawings, Smokey actually exists.
But we're not here to discuss Smokey. The purpose of this narrative is to examine the curious case of a young college student named Goldie, and her adventures with some of the inhabitants of this mysterious area. But first a little background.
Not much is known about what actually goes on in this area, what little information had been obtained seems to suggest that these intelligent animals have progressed greatly in so short a time, easily adapting to modern technology. Communities have developed and each species seems to be better able to coexist with other species than their human counterparts.
The specific focus of this is a small community of bears. The bears seem to have progressed well socially, even deeming it only proper to wear clothing, but not technologically. The principal actors from this community is a family appropriately name Bear. The head of household is (oddly enough a cousin of Smokey) named Buzz Bear. Buzz is not as nearly successful as his famous relative ( in fact he's best described as a loud mouthed, slob), being some what of a 'regular bear' Buzz was not very interested in any constructive activity, but in how much card playing and drinking he can get away with. Buzz is married to Ursula, a fine, upstanding, but very plain she-bear; who's matronly figure is quite well known around the community. A stranger pair never existed, but unfortunately she was the only wife Buzz could find. Their union is 'blessed' with Buzz's namesake, a post puberty deliquent affectionately called Junior. The apple not falling far from the tree, Junior is as big a Jerk as his dad.
One morning Buzz awoke feeling hungry and horny. He normally felt this way when he got up, especially since Ursula was somewhat frigid. Dressing, Buzz lumbered downstairs in search of his usual breakfast of salmon. Imagine his surprise when Ursula, who always got up at the crack of dawn, handed him a steaming bowl of oatmeal.
'What th' hell's this', he mumbled; toying with the bowl.
'Oatmeal', replied Ursula sharply, 'You've been putting on weight lately and it's time you went on a diet'
'Aw, no salmon?', he whined.
'No!'
'Can I have some honey to put in it?' he asked cautiously.
'NO!'
About this time the regularly scheduled morning argument was interrupted in the form of Junior. Junior had bounded halfway down the staircase and leapt over the railing, landing with a crash on the living room floor.
'Damnit you twerp!', Buzz roared.
'Sorry pops', Junior shot back.
'Why you little...', Buzz threatened.
'Now, Now,';pleaded Ursula, 'let's not fight. Let's go for an early morning walk, besides the oatmeal's too hot to eat any way.'
And so the Bear family left on their stroll. Little did they know what was in store for them upon their return.
Goldie had been wandering through the woods for the past two days. Why she had talked her self into going on this stupid trip in the first place she would never know. Goldie was a 19 year old college student. At 5',1'; she was slim, with firm, medium sized breasts, and shapely hips. Her real name was Rhonda, but her friends had always called her Goldie since she had golden colored hair that fell in natural curly ringlets down around her shoulders. She'd always had a happy life and had been popular with the boys, until she met Ted.
Ted and Goldie had been engaged, but at the last minute he had called the whole thing off, and taken up with another girl. Brokenhearted and pissed off, she had moped around for a month or so before Kristi, her best friend, had hinted that she needed to get away for a while. When she had seen the survival holiday she had thought it would be just the thing; the solace of the forest, the chance to study nature, the chance to meet some cute woodsman.
Unfortunately things had not gone as planed. At first she had been pleased to find a couple nice guys were going along, but as time went by it became clear that Wayne and Chad weren't hot for anyone but each other. The only men left in the group were either too old or too married, even though some of them would've gladly obliged her with a little cock. Then to top it all off she had become separated from the rest of the group, including the food. Hungry and tired she had tried to orient herself in the direction she knew the group was going in. She was feeling at her wits end when she happened on the small house in the woods.
'Probably, a ranger lodge' she murmured to herself, 'Thank goodness'.
Goldie wandered into the house, it was rundown, but quaint and homey. She was surprised at how clean it was. But the ranger who lived there was weird to say the least, he had pictures of bears dressed in clothes hanging on his walls. Goldie hoped that he had some food at any rate. Wandering into the kitchen she found the table laid out for breakfast, with three bowls of oatmeal evident. Obviously there was more than one inhabitant and they must have had to leave in a hurry.
'Must've had to go out on a call', she said to her self.
Walking over to the table she picked up a spoon and dipped it into the first bowl. The aroma of the oatmeal made her feel ravenous. She popped the spoon in her mouth only to spit it out a second later. It was so hot it felt as if she had eaten boiling lead. Fanning her mouth she moved over to the next bowl, this time carefully dipping her finger in it. This bowl was cold, too cold to eat. Almost giving up hope she decided to try the last bowl. It was perfect temperature. She greedily gulped the gruel down, it being the first food she had had in days.
After gorging herself on the oatmeal, Goldie felt sleepy. She had not been able to rest very well while traipsing through the woods. She wearily climbed the stairs looking for a bed. Upstairs she found two bedrooms, one containing twin beds. She went in and sat down on one of the beds, it was hard as a rock. She switched to the other and found it was so soft it nearly swallowed her up. Dragging herself up she staggered across the hall to the next room.
What luck! It contained a comfortable looking water bed. Laying down on the bed she relaxed, only to find that her troubles were not over. She felt a terrible burning in her pussy.
Goldie had always been highly sexed and had masturbated several times a day, even when she was balling the socks off Ted. Purely out of habit her hands wandered down between her legs, gently stroking her inner thighs. She pulled her shorts and panties down, moving with the expertise of a master and began to fondle outer lips of her pussy, first stroking them then spreading them apart. Gradually she worked her fingers in and began to slowly caress her inner lips, finally stroking her erect clit. As she stroked her cunt juices began to flow and it was not long before she had three fingers in her slit. Goldie masturbated herself to sleep dreaming about a handsome ranger finding her and screwing her silly.
The Bears had returned from their walk. Buzz was ready to eat, even if it was oatmeal. Junior bounded into the house, ready for his oatmeal too. Buzz and Ursula had stopped outside to looked at Ursula's roses. Upon entering the house they found Junior staring at his empty bowl.
'Well, started without us', Ursula said frostily.
'Yeah and it looks like he was going to stare on ours next', said Buzz; who was eyeing Ursula's oatmeal.
'Well if you're going to be like that you can go to your room', Ursula commanded.
Junior slunk up the stairs. Opening the door to his room he was startled to see the human female lying in his bed. Junior was naive about bear sex to say the least, but he had scrounged some magazines in an old dump that showed naked humans. Remembering the pictures he seemed to recall one of a human male crouching over a female with his legs near her head, and he seemed to be lapping at her cunt. The stirrings in his adolescent loins urged him on. He pulled off his clothes, the man in the picture wasn't wearing any, and straddled Goldie, sticking his head down near cunt. The odor of her body had a strange effect on him. He darted his tongue out, just touching her outer cunt lips. He had enjoyed the smell, but the taste drove him wild. Junior began to lap rapidly at her slit and soon found that the outer lips opened to expose an inner set. He inserted his tongue deeper, glad that his ancestors had had to run theirs around not holes for honey. He was all in all feeling quite strange when he experienced his first hard on.
Goldie awoke into a dream like state to the touch of the bears long, flexible, tongue. She didn't open her eyes, unsure if she was dreaming or if the cute ranger she had fantasized about was making her dreams come true. Afraid that it might be a dream she decided to keep her eyes closed when Junior's pecker dropped down, stiff and throbbing. She knew it wasn't a dream now. Opening her eyes she stared straight into his cock. It was long, at least 8 inches, but thin and oddly shaped. She also noticed that he really had a hairy ass.
Not caring Goldie popped the cock into her mouth. A small drop of semen dripped of the end as she inserted it, savoring the taste she remarked to herself at it's gaminess, she had also noticed that he smelled gamy all over. But, seeing as how she hadn't bathed recently she decided not to worry about it. Goldie began to gently suck his cock, working her tongue up and down his pole. Junior responded by lapping even harder, finally succeeding in working his tongue into Goldie's cunt. She couldn't believe it, she had never fucked anyone who had tongue control like this. She spread her legs wider allowing him to probe deeper into her snatch.
Junior couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't even talk to the local she-bears his age, and now here was this human female doing things to him he had never even imagined. SHE ACTUALLY HAD HIS COCK IN HER MOUTH. The surging sensation in his balls was an experience he had never had. At a loss to explain, all he knew was that the more he lapped; the harder she sucked. He probed even deeper into her cunt savoring the taste and smell. Goldie had not been idle, she had worked his dork all the way into her mouth, the tip slipping down the back of her throat, his balls hanging on her nose. She let him work his dick back up, the small dribbles of cum made her yearn for more, reaching up she began to knead his ball sack, Junior started at the wave of pleasure that coursed through him. But this was not enough, Goldie wanted his load; she wanted it to splatter on the back of her mouth, she wanted to taste his cum.
She decided to try her favorite trick, it had always worked for Ted. Reaching up with her free hand she slowly inserted her finger into Juniors ass. Junior stopped licking her cunt, Goldie's finger up his ass had sent a pleasurable shock to his system. He had never felt anything so good before. He absent mindedly lapped Goldie's cunt. Goldie felt around his bunghole until she located his prostate. She vigorously stroked it, Junior felt the cum well up in his balls and then explode out of his dick, involuntarily he rammed his tongue into her pussy as far as he could.
Goldie felt the hot stream explode into her mouth, coating her tonsils. She had never tasted cum like this before. The violent explosion of hot jism into her and the powerful thrust of the tongue in her twat triggered her own orgasm, she had never had one this good before; whoever he was she was staying with him for good. During the throes of his orgasm Junior felt the room begin to spin. It was his first and was so unexpected that he felt himself begin to pass out.
Junior rolled off her in a sexual stupor, crashing to the floor with a loud thump. Goldie looking down realized that the best fuck of her life had been a bear. She screamed.
Buzz was in the kitchen when he heard the scream. Ursula had gone down the road to the neighbors for a visit, and he was just digging out the last grains of oatmeal out of his bowl. Upon hearing the crash and then Goldie's scream he hurried upstairs.
Rounding the corner and into Junior's room Buzz was astonished, here was his son lying on the floor with the last vestiges of a hard on and a partially naked human female in his bed.
'What the fuck's goin' on', he roared; then noticing the streaks of semen on Goldie's face he said menacingly 'You been blowing my kid!'
Not to be out done by his offspring, Buzz ripped his pants off revealing a huge hard on. He lunged at the bed, Goldie was too stunned to move out of his way. Grasping her shoulders with his forepaws he pinned her down and shoved his massive cock in her already wet cunt. Goldie screamed again, his dick was at least three times as big as Juniors both in length and diameter. Buzz began humping as hard as he could, burying his shaft to the hilt, alternately moaning and yowling by turns. Goldie's first instinct was to resist the bear's onslaught, but finding him too strong she decided it was useless. Ceasing to struggle she hoped he would finish soon. But, strangely enough her fear left her. While at first terrified, she soon felt herself becoming turned on. She couldn't fathom it. His cock was so huge she was afraid it would split her in two, but even though it hurt like a son of a bitch she was beginning to enjoy his fucking.
For his part, Buzz was in his glory. For years now he had endured the prudishness of his wife, and an inability to make time with the local she-bears had left him frustrated. He had seen humans before, and often wondered how their hairless bodies felt to the touch, but he had never dreamed he would be getting human pussy. The wonder of the situation affected both of them, Buzz began to hump even harder; Goldie sensing that she was doing something that would shock most people began to get into it. She spread her legs wider, allowing Buzz's prong in even deeper. She felt her orgasm began to mount, normally she would have resisted, trying to prolong the ecstasy, but not this time; it was too good. Buzz felt a tingling in his balls that signified that he too was about to cum. Just then Goldie let go, thrashing about, moaning.
'Do it to me baby, it hurts so good', she cried.
As the orgasm seized her she felt her pussy tighten, Buzz felt it too. Her tense cunt was slowly sucking the cum down his pole. The bear gave out a satisfied grunt as his hot jizm gushed out, overflowing Goldie's pussy.
Their act of passion over, Buzz remained stock still. He was so bewildered by it all that he couldn't move. Goldie didn't mind, she enjoyed the feel of his big prick in her cunt.
No one knows what happened to Goldie. All that is know is that she returned, sold all her belongins and was last seen in the vicinity of where she had been lost. Rumor has it that either Buzz had done Ursula in and that he and Junior were sharing her favors, or that she had gone down on Ursula after being discoverd with Buzz and was living with the bears, getting the fucking of her life regularly. No one knows. Her case and that of her furry friends remains a mystery.
Basic ElementWomen with animals stories
Story's fetishes:zoophilia, bestiality, shark.
Pardon for my bad English. If there are any errors, try to understand =)
Water. The basic element of life. Four years had passed since Lauren got her university papers on the subject of marine biology and joined the South Australia Marine Biology Research Organization. SAMBRO has been funded by United States, Australia and the European Union. Only nominally. The organization had funds for only a small scale research facility in south Australia. Most of the organization only did research work on the mainland, but Lauren and two other members kept up the facility. A young lady, Ellen and almost a midde-aged man, Timothy (everyone called him just 'Tim' as he disliked his longer name). They had saved a hurt Great White shark from a longline fisher's trap. The fisherman had used overstrong cable as the line, and the shark had cut himself pretty badly while trying to escape. The shark was carried to the research laboratory's fence tank with a helicopter and was taken care for.
When Lauren first attempted to clean the shark's wounds, he just swam away and tried to get away from her as she cleaned his wounds. After the pain from the wounds had gone, he began to act more freely. Lauren had been watching him now for about two weeks, feeding him and sometimes checking his wounds. They had almost healed, leaving just a few scars from the cable cuts. She had to dive into the tank to do this, and at first she was terrified. Nobody else would agree to go into the fence tank with the shark. However, the shark seemed to be just curious and excited as something new broke the daily rhythm of swimming circles in the tank. He was always fed a hour before she dived into the tank, just in case. Lauren took a breath and dived in. She didn't want to take any scuba gear with her, as they might have distracted the shark. She remained almost motionless next to the ladder, and the shark swam up to her with a single whip of his tail. He swam around her, looking at her once in a while. Then she moved around the shark to see if he was well. The shark just remained calm as she swam around him.
She looked into his eyes... They were deep black, staring at her... He looked into her eyes... Her beautiful chestnut brown eyes... Slowly and carefully, as if in fear of breaking her, the shark closed in the last half meters. His nose pushing into her face... Her cheek met his nose. She felt a sudden rush of excitement and warmth as his nose touched hers. She saw as the shark gasped, his jaw dropping slightly... She slowly rose her hand and touched his nose. Again she felt a warm feeling in her hand, as if she had touched a warm cup of tea. She laid her hand on his nose... he smelled her hand with his sense of smell, thousands of years old, which could smell a tuna from two kilometers away... he smelled in her sweet fragrance, smelling her adrenaline and her sweat, her basic smell that separated her from other women... all those wonderful smells rushing into his nose, to his brain. She looked into his eyes, which had a lock-on look into her eyes. He saw the fear in her eyes... the respect in her eyes... the basic instincts... he saw... Attraction.
For an eternity they looked at each other, the seawater around them moving small clouds of mud from her footprints. Her hair waved in the seawater to the rhythm of the waves. Suddenly, to break this situation which could only have been a reunion from thousands of years ago, she felt her body calling her. She needed oxygen. She slowly drew her arm from his nose and gracefully rose to the surface to take a breath. She really needed a breath, least for the need of oxygen, but to amaze her sudden feelings toward an animal. A wild animal. A predatory animal. A shark...
She climbed up the ladder, and the shark swam away as if disappointed. She sat down and took a silent moment drying herself with a towel. She then explained the condition of the shark to Tim and Ellen. They agreed to let him go. She was shocked. The only thing in the world she had ever had such feelings for, was going to be taken away? She could do nothing but just be silent. She knew that they didn't know of her feelings toward the shark. But they wouldn't have understood her. They already had each other... She had seen them making love in Tim's room, peeking through a slit in the doorway after having heard some noise. She just sneaked away to her room and looked at her class picture. Every man she had known was just a jackass, after her beautiful body but for nothing more. She had lost her faith toward men after an incident in the university. The man she met had been nice, having only dump her after a week because of another woman.
She couldn't sleep that night. She walked to the edge of the tank. She laid herself down by the edge of the tank and peered down in the quietly splashing water. She spent that night at the edge of the tank, watching into the water.
Next morning they arranged plans to set him free. Lauren dove into the water, and swam to the fence tank gate. She unlocked the gate and opened it. The shark swam to the gateway in a quick burst. He stopped as he saw her. She looked into his eyes and pointed at the gateway. He did not swim away. He just stared at her, as if thinking if she was crazy. He didn't want to leave. She was here. He didn't want to leave her.
She relaxed and felt happy. She closed the gate, swam past him, feeling his body against hers, and swimming to the ladder. After she climbed up, she explained them in a quick burst of lie that one of his wounds hadn't sealed and she wanted to collect more medical data on him. Ellen frowned, and Tim explained that they had planned to take a week of vacation from that day on. She smiled. She said them that it was okay, and that she could run this show by herself for a week. They agreed her plan and went to pack. She walked to the tank and said, 'Are you happy now?' She got a splash of tail for an answer... A week without them... A week with him!
As Tim and Ellen left, she walked to her room and put on her swimsuit. She walked to his tank and dived in. He responded immediately by rushing to her, and knocking her over in his glee. They swam next to each other. She hugged him. He was quite shocked at first, being in close contact with a human, but then calmed down and began exploring her body... Her arms, her head, her back, her legs, her stomach, her... breasts. She felt a rush of heat as her nipples began to harden. She removed slowly the top of her swimsuit and brushed her breasts to his chest. His sandpaper-like skin was working wonders on her breasts. Her nipples became rock hard as she eased him to a more shallow part of the tank. He pushed her breasts with his nose and smelled in deeply. Her left nipple stuck up to his right nostril as he smelled in. She gasped as her nipple was sucked into his nostril. A tiny burst of milk sprayed from the tugged and tortured nipple, right into his nostril. The smell made him wild. He trashed his tail from the water and roughly prodded his nose between her breasts, nibbling her chest playfully with his jaws. She massaged his fins with her hands. The shark was in a state of bliss. His entire four-meter long entity rushed with adrenaline.
She moved her hands to massage his belly, and the shark turned his back down towards the seafloor. She climbed on him, massaging his belly with alternating soft and hard strokes. He gasped his mouth open in joy. She moved her mouth down to his, and pushed her tongue down into his jaws. She found his tongue, and played with it with her tongue between the shark's teeth. She removed the bottom of her swimsuit and felt a gush of water on her pussy lips. She turned around on the shark, that now she was facing the shark's tail and moved her pussy toward his open mouth. Her vagina was rasped by his rough skin. She felt small pulses of ecstasy from her pussy as it rubbed up his skin, which grew into waves of pleasure as she got her cunt to his mouth. He tasted her juices at once and nabbed at her genitalia. He pushed his tongue down her canal of flesh and tasted her again. She tasted sweeter than any food, sweeter than anything in the world. He pushed his tongue deeper and rubbed the top of her cavity. She arched her back in a spasm as his tongue quickly rubbed her clit by accident. She felt as in fire.
She wasn't completely passive either. She had found the shark's claspers (Male sharks of some species have a pair of claspers, which work like a man's penis. That's why shark is better than man ^_^) and grabbed one with her hand. She rubbed its length and felt it pulsate with his heartbeat as he began to harden. He was engrossed with her touching his penis. The skin of the penis was unlike the rest of the shark's skin, slick and smooth. She felt a knob forming in the tip of the penis, as she took the tip of his penis in her mouth.
The shark felt that all right and responded with reflex by tightening his grip of her cunt. She felt a tooth of his pushing at her clit. She screamed in the shark's cock and swallowed more. Up to half the length, as more could not possibly fit in her mouth of the shark's two inch wide tool. His another cock was right next to her face, pushing at her ear. She orgasmed as the tip of the tooth repeatedly poked at her clit as the shark's tongue rapidly flicked up and down in her slit. Her orgasm washed through her body and fuzzed her vision. She screamed in the shark's cock as she withdrew her head and raised to vertical position. She swam in confusion to the ladder and leaned at them to regain her breath. Her breasts pushed against the stainless steel ladder, and suddenly his nose pushed against her butt. The shark moved his nose around her ass, getting a feel of her buttock's firmness. She was amused by his actions but surprised again when the shark swam up her body, to her shoulders.
She turned around in the stainless steel ladder and pushed her breast against his body. He swam up her body, as she felt a sudden prod in her lower belly. She looked and saw his member hard and waiting. His cock pushed at her belly a couple of times, until she reached her soft hand down to his rock hard penis and guided the tip of the shark's staff to the lips of her love tunnel. She looked into his eyes and he looked into hers. They exchanged thoughts. Both wanted it to happen, She begged it to happen, and he was going to force his way with her. With a wild slash of his tail, he rammed the first two inches of his steel-like dick inside her soft little pussy. She screamed in pain, which was overcame by delight as she felt his member penetrating her inner lips. He slashed his tail again, and the penis sunk another half inch inwards. She pressed his head down to her tits, but the wasn't distracted from his mission. He would pierce her with his long, hard cock. Slowly.
She felt another inch penetrate her in a combination of ecstasy and feeling of being stretched to the limits. She felt at his cock with one of her hands, and nibbled at her right nipple with the another. Then again, another push. A inch slipped inwards. Now almost five inches were inside. It felt easier now, as his penis had advanced further into her pussy. She felt an inch and a half penetrate her. She didn't feel anything uncomfortable anymore, just his long thick member stretching her canal wide open. Then the shark stopped pushing, as his pole had met the end of her little pussy. Almost five inches awaited entry to the crowded vagina outside her lips. He started to vigorously shake his tail back and forth, sending spasms through her body. The shark belt his testicles begin to enlarge in his heat. The millions of years old pure instincts began to surface. He would mate with her, mate like an animal, and she would be her female...
The penis rubbed for an inch in and out of her vagina. The walls of her pussy stretched in and out as he violently pushed his rock hard cock in and out of her. He clung to her left breast with his teeth. She felt a small bit of pain from a tooth which had broken her skin and pushed down her nipple. He pushed in to the hilt and she screamed. The rhythm of his merciless pushes had began to accelerate. The member slid in and out of her cunt now for one and a half inch, and she felt like in heaven. The gray body of the shark having his way with her in the sand bottom. She felt her clit being stretched around every time his cock rammed in her pussy. He began to eat her breasts, one at a time, his mouth tugging at her tits, sucking her breasts for her milk.
The shark spasmed once, and he felt the member pull out completely. A rush of seawater sprang forth inside her abused vagina as his member spasmed outside her cunt. Then, she felt her eyes lose sight and her body explode as he rammed his steel cock in... Completely. His rock hard penis had pushed all the way into her womb, and the telephone pole was spasming in his heartbeat. This triggered her orgasm into a incredible climax. She screamed the names of a thousand gods as her body was split into two. Her pussy was filled to the brim. She bit into his nose as he lapped at her breast which laid in a vice grip in his mouth. Her tight little cunt spasmed like the world was coming to an end. His member pulled out for five inches in a whip of his tail, and then trashed back in. He shuddered and began to trash uncontrollably for five minutes as she screamed in ecstasy and his member pistoned in and out ten times a second, spewing his thick, warm shark sperm all over her pussy. Semen flew from the sides of her round-stretched pussy as his cock rammed in for the final time, spewing a final burst of hot sharkie sperm into her pussy.
She fainted for a few minutes and woke up, floating on the surface, having clung to the ladder with the shark lying motionlessly next to her. She had a coat of semen over her, and his mouth stuck to her breast. Milk flowing from between his teeth and mixing with his sperm. He opened his eyes and slowly moved his tail once. His now withered member pulled from her cunt and let a gush of water wash his semen from her pussy. Her hand slid easily inside, but her vagina was numb all over.
She looked into his eyes, and saw Love. As their heartbeat slowed to normal pace, she climbed down to the tank to give him a kiss for good night. She lived him too.
After walking to her room, and writing a new chapter to her diary, she tried to sleep, but she couldn't. She gathered her bedroll and walked to the tank. She fell asleep next to her lover, trying to collect enough strength for the next day... of the week!
Sara was miserable, she was freezing inside of the thin little tent and had to piss like a racehorse. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Nature was calling big-time, and she had to answer. Sara unzipped the flap of her tent and stepped into the woods. She walked quite a distance from the tent, she thought it would be totally embarrassing if any of her friends saw her squatting right on their camp site.
Sara let out a little moan as her piss flowed freely out of her twat. She had to admit it, she was a little turned-on by the fact that she was taking a piss in the wide-open great outdoors. Sara slowly began rubbing her breasts. She pulled down the top half of her night-gown and let the night's gentle breeze caress her bare bosom. Her pussy was getting wet thinking about the fact that someone might be watching her, right now.
Just then, Sara heard a noise, a rustling in the bushes. Someone was there. Sara thought that it had to be her best friend, Cathy. She went over to the bushes to where she had heard the noise.
'Alright, games over Cathy. Come on out,' she demanded. A figure emerged from the bushes, only it wasn't her friend. In fact, it wasn't even human. Sara stood there paralyzed with fear. In front of her stood a creature that looked like a man, only it was covered with long brown hair and was almost seven feet tall. Sara looked down and saw that the thing had two massive feet. As her eyes scanned upwards, she noticed that it had a massive cock as well. A little over a foot long, if her estimation was correct, and it wasn't even fully hard yet.
Sara began to back away slowly, when the creature grabbed her by the shoulders. Its strength was incredible. The creature threw Sara down on her stomach, pinned her there with one hand in the small of her back, then started sniffing her dripping wet pussy. His thick, coarse tongue instinctively commenced to lick and lap at her soft pink treasure. Just as Sara felt the beginning of an amazing climax, the tongue-massage stopped.
Sara tried to get-up slightly so she could see what was going on behind her, but the creature forcefully pushed her back to the ground. All at once, Sara felt the tremendous girth of the creature's cock in the entrance of her pussy. The head alone, barley fit through, but the massive organ just kept pushing itself and pushing itself until three inches of it was in. Sara screamed in pain, but the creature pushed his dick in deeper. Slowly it would come out, the violently back in! Four inches. Her pain manifested itself into ecstasy. Seven inches. Her whole body trembled with an explosive orgasm! She shouted to the heavens and her lithe little body collapsed, but the creature did not cease. Ten Inches! Oh God! Eleven. A second orgasm was building up.
With one final massive thrust, all twelve and a half inches of his member entered Sara's womb. She was sure that she was bleeding internally, but she really didn't give a fuck. It was wonderful. The creature's hot throbbing cock pumped harder and harder, faster and faster! She felt the giant gland tensing-up, and then it happened. The creature came with all the force and intensity of a fire hose. Streams of his cum were shooting against the inner-walls of her body and oozing out of her pussy. This caused her second orgasm to reach maximum intensity. She felt pleasure within every muscle in her body!
The creature pulled out, his cum now shooting all over Sara's ass and her back. She was covered. Large spurts even hit the back of her head, sticking in her hair. She was finally able to turn her head, and the creature's last wad hit her directly in the right eye. It burned, but she liked the feel of it. She got to her knees, leaned forward, and snatched the creature big limp dick. He got scared and wanted to run, but he had expelled all of his energy.
'This is my way of saying thanks!' Sara told the hairy animal as she began to softly lick the head of his dick. The creature let out a groan of pleasure. She ran her right hand up the big black shaft, as her left caressed his loosed hanging balls. She leaned down and took one of his balls in her mouth. It was about the size of a baseball, but Sara managed to wrap her lips around it. The creature obviously liked it, as he let out a few more groans. Sara closed her mouth on the testicle and gently tugged at his scrotum with her mouth. She could feel life coming back into the creature's shaft already. She let his nut fall out of her mouth and enclosed her lips around his monster cock.
Sara was able to take about three-fourths for the creature's dick in her mouth. The head hit the back of her throat, causing tears to form in her eyes, but she did not let that stop her. She still massaged the base of his dick with her right hand and squeezed his balls with her left as her lips ran up and down delicious meat. The balls in her left had tightened, and Sara prepared herself for the explosion.
The creature's hot, sticky cum filled her mouth, dripped out of her cheeks and down her chin. Sara kept her soft velvet mouth around the spewing fountain-head of cum, swallowing as much as she could. What seemed like gallons of cum were coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth and throat. Juices were flowing out of the sides of her mouth. When the behemoth of a cock was finished pumping, Sara greedily licked the creature's cock clean, then proceeded to lick the cum off of her chin. Sara then collapsed on the ground next to the spent creature. She wondered if this was all real, or only just a dream. She was too exhausted to think about it, so she closed her eyes and hoped that when she woke-up it would be in the arms of her beloved creature.
From the house, the grasslands seemed to go forever. Stretching into the domain of the tigers who inhibited the highlands. Hours would pass in seconds while I looked out with blind eyes, occasionally pulling the real world back into focus when thought seemed to disappear. As the sun rode high in the sky, the world around me would close its eyes, putting life on hold for a mid-afternoon snooze, other than the occasional chatter of the monkeys in the nearest clump of trees, silence ruled.
I had noticed him come last night, as the sun was setting, I could see him moving in and out of the long shadows that made the border of his world and mine. Seeing one, even from that great a distance, and in such poor light is something that warms my heart to think of, one doesn't get many chances like this, seeing a wild tiger in his own habitat. I knew that there was at least one male in the area, I guessed that he must have finally decided to introduce himself.
He must have been young, for he seemed as curious of me as I was of him, showing no fear, but caution, towards something he had never seen before. It made me think how innocent he was, and for a moment the thought crossed my mind that if a farmer came across this curious cat, all hell would break loose. I thought of scaring him off, but he had already moved, and I didn't know where to. As the mosquitoes began to bite, I went inside, thinking of him.
The next day I found him, laying like a cat on a hearth on my veranda. He lay in the morning sun, looking at me from olive eyes. I would have thought that I would not be afraid if this moment ever did happen, my heart pounding was perhaps a sign that I had been wrong, but all I could hear from him was a gentle purr as he exhaled. From seeing a tiger and a hundred meters through binoculars, to having one less than two away, made my mind whir. Logic decided to have a go at me, burying my emotions. Could that warm stare be a cat tasting lunch with his mind? The border that separated our worlds had been a definable line, but the border was now in my head. The look that I got from him made me think he saw no distinction. I wished that I could throw thinking out, and just fuel myself on feelings. I had always loved these big cats. Perhaps the greatest reason why I was here, a wish to meet one. My wish had come true, and delivered itself on my veranda.
I opened the door, and stepped into the sun, not knowing what he would do. He just lay his great head back down. I could see his eyes watching me as I moved towards him, he raised his head. Biological safeguards held me on the spot, and I felt sick looking at the deadly predator that lay in front of me. He now controlled time, I was helpless but to take his lead, whatever it might entitle. He sensed fear, and he parted his thick lips to show fangs which would make anyone's blood freeze. His eyes interlaced in stare with mine, he lifted his head towards me. All my strength I put into my mind, to control what should have set me fleeing. The little that was left over raised my hand.
My senses were consumed by him, the realisation that the wrong move would end my life almost surely blurred the world. Everything I could I put into the effort, my hand trembling even with the conscious effort to steady it. As I crossed the boarder of our two worlds I had to continue, his damp breath lingered on my hand, barely centimetres away from touching him. His stare parted from mine, and fixed itself on my hand, then he rose his head the final distance, connecting our two bodies. His feeling rode up my arm, and filled every part of me: I gently stroked his silk fur. His eyes closed, and a sigh of satisfaction mingled with a purr came from him. A smile grew on my face. For a moment I felt lonely being human, not experiencing the touch of animals in such a passionate way. I sat down behind his head, and continued to scratch and stroke, as I looked him over, I was right in guessing he was young, perhaps 3 years old, but that didn't mean small: he would have weigh about 220kg. He was nearly as long as I was tall. I held his massive head as I buried my face into his deep fur around his neck, sucking in lungfulls of his musk. My blood ran hot with his smell. I smiled as I saw him biting his tongue, and I kissed it to which I received an approving nudge. He rolled onto his back, and clawed the air as I stroked the fine fur on his belly, I lay my head against his chest listening to him. His gentle breath on the back of my neck gave me something I had never felt before. My heart told me that I could love him, and my mind agreed. As he began to lick my hair, as if to tease me, I thought of his body against mine. He lifted me with a paw, and held me leaning into him, looking at me with loving eyes, then he thrust his nose into my face. He rolled us both on our sides, I sucked on tufts of fur around his chin, and he would push hard into me, nearly knocking me down. Chinese astrologers regarded the tiger as passionate and sensual, a cure for impotence, and the tiger within a person was a exiting lover. They knew what they were talking about. I saw more than just sex in Rakhan, I saw something that existed between two lovers, a friendship. Laying there I didn't think he might go wild, I was getting something I had never imagined could exist between two lovers, perhaps I was getting something only a select few do get, but I was not going to let it go.
By this time the back of my head was covered in warm cat saliva, and as I glanced down I saw Rakhan had an erection, which instantly aroused me. As if to tease him, I slowly worked my way down his massive body like a masseur. I could tell his was in complete ecstasy, and so was I. Carefully I worked around his penis. It looked far too delicate to touch, so I wormed my way down his body. Gingerly tasting the tip, and then immersing him inside my mouth, where the warmth, the taste, and the feel bought me close to orgasm. A salty pre-ejaculate filled my mouth in copious quantities, and I savoured the taste. I worked my tongue around his member, which twitched as I sucked and fondled it. His spines occasionally catching to which he would jolt to. He pushed me hard against his body as I worked, vocalising as I did so, a groan interwoven with short tiger meows. I was driving a male tiger to orgasm, something only someone's wildest fantasies might ever be able to create. I wanted as much pleasure for him as possible, drawing every action out as long as possible. I stopped with him still in my mouth, trying to draw it out, but now he was in the motion of things, and was moving with me as I moved up and down his member. The musk from his body now filled the air, heightening the experience, and I longed for his love and affection. His belly writhed beneath me, and he was becoming deafening in his moaning, then he roared in ecstasy as he came, my mouth filled with a salty, but creamy in texture ejaculate. He naturally tired to withdraw, but he had no where to go, so he squirmed as I milked every last drop from him. His penis became limp inside me, and it withdrew. We sat there together, exhausted. I felt as though I had nothing to say, he knew it all. There we were, tiger and man, together. He got excited soon enough, as told by another erection. He still lay on his back, which I thought was a little strange, was he getting lazy? I moved my hands around to his tail, following it back to his anus. Gently touching the button caused Rakhan to tighten his sphincter, but as I massaged the area, he loosened enough for me to fit my finger inside. He moved beneath me, and rolled onto his stomach, so now I concentrated my efforts on his rear. I slowly removed my shorts, and worked behind him. In anticipation, he raised his tail, which I draped over my leg. He was large enough so that entering him in a kneeling position was easy. I worked the head of my sex around his anus, teasing him with gentle pokes. Then I worked him until he relaxed, I fit snugly inside, and trust up to my scrotum the first time. He clamped down, and groaned in ecstasy as I worked in and out, stoking his body, and holding mounds of silky fur in my hand. Each thrust I could feel his velvet against my legs, and sac. Thrusting he began to meet me, pushing hard, and tightening on me. I quickly came and he relaxed some. I tried to stay in, but my sex went limp, and slipped out. Rakhan fell to his side, and bought his head around, cleaning himself. He then cleaned me, the sandpaper that was his tongue made me jump back, and I urged him to concentrate on himself. I was exhausted, the temperature was climbing as midday approached. Rakhan however was pumped. I kissed him passionately, and then presented myself to him. His urges took over, and he stepped over me, aligning me with his thighs, then lowering his penis, he searched with his sex, perhaps getting back at me for what I had done, then, as I made a conscious effort to relax for when he entered, he thrust inside me. It felt better than it had when I came. His organ gyrated inside me, twitching, and his thighs trembled. As he was longer than me, my head was under his chest, and his fur encompassed me as he rode. I orgasmed in my mind, then I came anyway, just before he did. An eruption of tiger cum filled me, and the warmth inside is something indescribable. He pulled out, which shocked me as his spines tore against my insides, but I was in such a state of arousal having just cum for a second time, that it only added to the sensation. I lay crouched for a second, savouring every image, texture, sound, and smell. I turned my head to see him exhausted, about two meters away. I came over, and curled myself into the arch of his body. Tiger and man then slept as the midday sun burnt our naked bodies. As he moved off, I stroked him and said goodbye, knowing that he would return. He looked at me with those brilliant olive eyes, and chuffed, his narrow eyes smiling at me. I let him leave, and remembered the start of a relationship that time would have forgot, breaking the barriers of the species: man and beast as one.
I had all day to think about what had happened. Guilt and worry filled my thoughts. Guilt for using him. I thought I did not show enough friendship towards him, and worried that he might see me only as a dildo with a pulse. So, I told myself that when he returned, it would be time for us to share time with each other.
As the shadows grew long, a padding on my veranda told me he had returned. I thought of what made him come here in the first place, curiosity, or the warm wooden veranda. Either way, it did not matter. I opened the door and saw him on the steps, facing away from the house. For a moment I thought that he might be showing his disapproval towards me, but when I saw his face, I knew that was wrong. As I moved towards him, he stepped down the stairs, leading me away from the house. I followed, feeling safe in the sense that the mighty tiger was on my side. He took me along the grasslands to the river, where we walked up the bank for only a few minutes. Even so, we were deep in the jungle, and probably were on the reserve. As I sat down behind him, he towered over me, and I held him tight. He looked down, and licked my face, letting me know he liked what he was getting. We just sat there, as I held him. As the darkness fell, he bought me home.
He walked me to the edge of my property, I was thankful for once of my remoteness to others, the closest who lived a little over 2 km away by Landrover. He left me there, and I watched him go back into the shadows. I walked back to the house, wondering what phenomenon might be taking place, where a tiger puts off one meal, and goes in search of another.
When he returned, with blood stained chin, he smothered affection over me. I thought he must have had a good feed. I let him into the house, leaving the door open in case he didn't like it. He stood at the doorway, looking lost. But when he saw me sit down, he ran over and play tackled me, and I knew he would be fine. We sat there until about midnight, holding each other, and teasing one another... I reminisced that it had only been three days since I lay eyes on him, now I am holding him, calling him a friend, and a lover. Sharing my emotions with him. My life had changed, the city was no longer a calling to me. I decided I would stay here, not just use it occasionally for a weekend, but to live here, with Rakhan.
Maya looked around the village and yawned. The men were gone in their bands on hunting trips and so only the sounds of the other women and the children filled the air. She didn't participate with any of the groups about the village. A tired working face looked up now and again and saw her. Maya would turn her head away because she was above that sort of thing so she never actually saw the sneers sent her way. Common work was for common folk and Maya did not see herself as common.
Days for Maya were spent combing her hair and primping herself. Someday she knew something was destined for her. She was special. She was above all those in the village.
The men, especially the younger ones, all were very aware of all the time Maya spent on herself. Many times she would catch one of them staring at her out of the corner of his vision. She knew what they wanted. She was better than them though and so none of the men of the village had been able to claim her. Her mother and father were growing rather impatient with Maya's attitude. She was a mouth to feed and all she did was preen.
Maya always found ways to get out of chores and today was no different. Some days she would just claim that it was not her duty. Other days, when she didn't want to fight with the other women over what 'they' thought she should be doing, she simply wandered off. Today was to be one of those days.
Her fingers were twining through her long dark tresses as she padded barefoot down the trails made from the constant hunting trips. None of the other women would venture into the woods, that was man's work. She knew no one would bother her. No one ever did.
It was several hours into her stroll when she realized she was hungry. Her stomach was growling and she was looking around for something near. The forest was plentiful with fruit trees so she was never far from something to eat. And so in one of the few times she actually strained to do anything at all, she climbed a nearby tree to find something sweet.
She was several feet off the ground when she heard the sound. It wasn't a sound she was used to hearing but she had heard it before. Her head looked about frantically for the source of the soft growling. Her eyes met with a pair of yellow eyes not 3 feet above her. She hadn't even seen it in the cover of the branches as she climbed and now she was right in front of the leopard.
A black leopard.
Its fangs were obvious with the curling of it's lips at the invader. Long and sleek and far more powerful than Maya, fear took her. The beast's eyes held hers and a chill ran up and down her spine. She'd never been so scared in her life and something deep inside her quivered with the intensity of her fear. No one was within miles to help her and she was no match for this great cat, this great predator of the forest.
Maya's fear mixed with awe and it held her still for only a moment. She knew she had no chance but her mind screamed run. Her fingers let go of the tree and she slid down, far faster than she would have otherwise. The branches grasped at her, tearing her shift. The very jungle seemed to be on the side of the beast. She couldn't move fast enough.
Her eyes finally tore themselves from the golden-eyed stare as she hit the ground. She barely felt the bruises as they formed. Flight was priority, nothing else mattered. Maya's feet flew across the ground, her eyes looking everywhere at once for something, anything.
The ground flew up to meet her as the beast struck. Mighty paws ramming against her back and driving her to the ground. The air left her so no voice came as her mouth opened to scream. She knew she was dead now.
The beast was on top of her and the weight of it was all Maya could feel. Her body quivered in anticipation. Her muscles rippled up and down as they tried to still keep running though she was laying fully on her stomach. Her hair swept down and covered her eyes. She couldn't see, her mind was too frightened to even hear. What was the beast waiting for? Why wasn't she dead yet?
The death blow never came.
A softness barely felt with the tenseness of her body. The whiskers of the beast moved up and down along her skin. Her torn dress open along the sides and back. Her mind reeled as she realized she wasn't dead yet. The soil beneath her was cushioning for the weight on her back.
Her fingers flexed in a brief hope as the cat shifted across her back. She stopped even her thoughts when she heard the growl of warning, laying still as she felt the leopard flex it's claws. It's nose passing over her as it sniffed along her body. Every nerve in her was alive with anticipation.
Claws scratched her skin but only when they shifted with the cat's movements. The blood was hot on her skin and it heated her body. Her body tingled with every brush of fur against her. She knew that she should be dead but all she felt was the mix of weight and softness. The paws pressed further downward along her back. The beast nuzzled downwards with it's nose and muzzle, searchingly.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she felt something rough pass over her. The torn fabric of her dress not covering her in the slightest any longer, the beast's tongue touched her skin, tasted her. Her eyes closed for the merest of moments. A wave of new fear and... what? passed through her.
She could feel its tongue lick down her body, tasting seemingly every part of her until it crept down and over her ass. Maya shivered not knowing what to think anymore. Fearful to move and still fearful to not move. The beast's claws just touching her back enough from it's paws to warn her to be still while it did whatever it was going to do to her.
The great cat lengthened its body as its attentions seemed drawn further down. The rasp of the tongue slithered further down from her ass to her pussy. The nerves on fire almost jumped at the touch and this brought another warning growl as the beast licked its lips and whiskers to fully get at what it was tasting.
Maya wasn't about to move but now a different sort of movement started in her body as she reacted to the rough caress of the tongue sweeping up and down her pussy lips. Touching and tasting, her body reacted and her lips bloomed open. Her eyes jerked open suddenly as she realized what the beast was doing. She wasn't common. She wasn't to be touched by just anyone. She wasn't. The beast lifted its head and roared and her body went still.
She was.
She was at the whim of this cat. This predator would have its meal of sorts. This predator would do whatever it wanted of her and no one would help her. She glanced back and saw what she suddenly feared. This cat was male. Her fingers tightened in the dirt and she bit her lip as a new horror filled her mind.
Weight was upon her again as the cat seemed satisfied with what it found.
He moved up along her body and pressed his paws down to her shoulders. The beast's weight was great and it hurt her body to stay prone to the ground. She lifted her lower body to help relieve the pressure. Only too late did she realize her mistake.
Hot and hard, the leopard's prick tested the waters around her cunt. Flowered open still against her will from the licking of his tongue she tried to move her ass back down to the ground, to deny the cat it's quarry. She was not quick enough as his prick stabbed just into her.
'AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' Her high pitched wail filled the air at the sudden invasion. Her cunt was open and wet but the flesh untried as she never let any of the men in the village close enough to even touch her let alone 'be' with her. The cat cared nothing for formalities. He would have her. She was in heat and he would take her. Fuck her. Fill her with his seed.
Her body shifted to accommodate, to do anything to stop the pain of the tearing of flesh. Her legs spread because that's all she could do. He was in. She was his. Thankfully her body was reacting but not quick enough as he assaulted her poor tight cunt. Her head held high as she felt herself filled, taken, invaded, fucked.
He lurched his thighs and drove deeper into her. The cat's claws flexing just enough to keep her still beneath him as he pumped his cock further and further into her cunt. Tail whipping about as a growl sounded from him. Deeper he drove, pumping and pumping until he was all the way inside of her.
Maya's head dropped down as his cock reached bottom and she was filled utterly. Her cunt swollen and stretched to the limit by the great beast. Everything roiled around her. Her breathing came quicker. The pain was dwindling as her legs spread further apart to ease the thrusts into her body. Her nipples hardening as they shifted across the fabric beneath her, pressed against the soft dirt.
He enjoyed this female. This mighty hunter had found his prey and took it. Fucking her deep and hard once he was fully inside. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he rocked over top of her pumping and pushing his cock ever deeper still inside of her. Wanting, needing to put his seed into her. His only thought to fill her to the brim with his cum.
Maya didn't know what to think any longer. This cat was taking her. It was forcing itself on her. Raping her. This cat filling her full of its huge cock here on the floor of the forest. Her hips raised up high to help him get deeper now as she felt every new sensation. The fur brushing over her skin electrifying her nerves. The fullness of it's cock as it pushed and shoved into her. The feel of its claws on her shoulders as they scratched her. The hot breath of the beast on her neck and back as it rasped with each hard, deep, pumping, pounding thrust.
'AH... AH... OH... MMMM... MMMM... AH... HAH... YES...,' She wanted this beast suddenly. This fullness. This forcible taking. Everything about this beast was what she craved with every inch of her soul.
The great cat gripped her harder. His hips churning back and forth in a flurry of motion as he stabbed his prick into her body again and again. Pumping his female. This was his female and he would take her and fill her with himself. Thrusting and assaulting her body as he pounded into her.
Stretched and filled she pushed her hips back into him. Her body was tense again as she rocked back and forth beneath him. Her breasts, her cunt, her whole body was on fire. Her pussy filled by this beast. Straining to open as he invaded and clamping down and clinging to him to keep him from coming out. Everything reeling as her body filled with him.
The leopard straining against her body. Thrusting harder, faster, driving himself into her to the hilt each time. His fur covered balls swaying back and forth and tightening. Pumping deeper and deeper as a deep throated growl starts low from him. Spearing into her fully with each press against her body.
Her mind clouding over completely as her body tenses entirely. Clamping down fully on his cock as this new sensation floods her. A hot spurt from the beast's cock as he pumps his seed into her. Filling her utterly as he locks tightly to her. Blasting and coating her cunt with his come. The orgasm racking her and shaking her beneath his body. Entwining with his as they shake and rock together. Their juices combining inside her, coating his cock and filling her to the point of overflow.
Still feeling him deep inside her she comes to her senses. The hot syrup dripping down her thighs as she sighs and groans from the strain. The beast still on her back but his breath not nearly as ragged. Every muscle in her body aching from the brutal fucking of the beast.
Gasping as she feels him withdraw. Feeling empty suddenly without his cock deep inside her cunt as she turns her head to look back to the beast, to this magnificent creature above her. Feeling him move down closer to her she catches her breath not knowing what to expect. Blinking a bit as his tongue rasps along her cheek with a nuzzle. Not knowing what the future will hold but knowing that she belongs to this beast, now, tomorrow, always.
Walking through the rainy streets of San Francisco, Jeanna Nolan made her way towards an appointment she had reserved a month in advance. She walked at a slow, determined pace - knowing what she wanted and yet willingly taking just a sweet while longer before reaching it. The rain didn't really matter to her as it ran down her coat and shin-length chigos. Water was an element that came to her naturally. Became her, some might say. It certainly made the genuine cotton garment fit her trim body in a manner which brought the best out of it. A marvel of a lady on the better side of her twentieth year.
A few onlookers whistled at her, probably just for that. Looking over her shoulder and casting a smile that was sweet and icy at the same time, the message 'hello boys - already taken' made clear. She didn't have anyone, though, at least no real, breathing lover of flesh and bone. She didn't have to worry for herself either. Although that was a clear wolf-whistle, by a group of bike-riding gangers to boot, she was confident. Her body was in shape with the martial arts training she had been through since her early years. She'd need nothing else to protect herself with, and her confidence and the way with words she had usually settled problems before they even started.
Technology had advanced by a great leap at the start of 22nd century. No true breakthroughs had been made besides medical advances and fusion power, which basically ended the global war to be fought over resources before any actual claims on foreign land had been made by any party. The advances in entertainment had followed rapidly with the niche left by ever increasing personal wealth and welfare throughout the world. To the better part of the society, at least, though some of it bled down onto the other side of the fences which protected the middle and upper class from the Mass.
She had taken up a part-time job to fund her personal interests; this was her hobby and her pastime. Seeking out her dreams. Some of them had actually started out of recurring dreams, like this one, which was clearly her most absorbing challenge. On her way into the nightclub, Mirrorsphere, she bumped into someone she hadn't seen for a while. Her ex-boyfriend. He was nice, but it didn't work out for them - something was always missing, and they broke up nicely after 7 months of an affair, and neither bore hard feelings.
- 'Hi.' 'Hi.' - 'Heading for the lady's night out, eh?' - 'Bet I do. It's been a while, Ron. Are you on duty?' - 'Ehh, yeah.' - 'Shame. Could've popped by for a few drinks.' - 'Maybe sometime later. You haven't been doing anything suspicious with that Rinaldo guy, have you? They've been keeping an eye on what he does for a good while now, upstairs.' - 'Mike? He's an angel for all I know, though he spins drinks like the devil himself.' - 'Okay, just checking. None of my business, really, but I got to keep an eye on things if I want to keep my job. If you catch my drift.' - 'Heh, sure do. Don't worry, mister officer... I'll be safe at home before my bedtime.
She gave her a kind smile as she slipped into the club, while the bouncer gave a glance to the cop. He shot one back in return with a smirk, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall, sheltering from that rain under the front of the club. Inside the Mirrorsphere everything was as usual. It was a constant party everytime she came or left the place, and the place had no windows in order to maintain that kind of atmosphere. In the beating of bass, amidst the feverish dancers and neon lights, she made her way toward the counter, taking a stool and patiently waiting for her turn. She usually came here to dance the night or day away, but this time was different. No alcohol, light eating and a good rest beforehand, she had been instructed. Mike Rinaldo was a barkeeper, and good at it. He was something of an artist, knowing what people wanted even if they couldn't really bring it out into words, and usually taking just a glance to know what kinds of drinks people would order. Sometimes he made a show out of it, entertaining the regulars with this sixth sense he had, bringing out a good laughter everytime he just leant a drink into a patron's hand before they had time to even tell what they were coming for.
She had been one such case, and he had taken time to talk with her at the counter on one less frantic night. He had a flashy smile which was like a cherry on top of his mid-american look, wearing straight black trousers and a shiny club-shirt. They had taken time to discuss what she really might be after when she sought entertainment from places like this, and with a few nights more had come to a conclusion. He had led her a bit, having more to offer than just the fare served at the bar. He could sell dreams.
He had a REMshaper rig at the basement of his club. It was new tech and still under federal supervision to keep it 'in control during commercializing', the methods having been perfected a good while ago but the manufacturers' licensing wanting to maximize their profits out of it. Mike had a degree in psychology, and worked with this sort of equipment to gather information for supporting theories. They had used theirs to just record the dreaming process and the subliminal mechanics of the mind. The project had come to a stop just as he graduated, the sponsors lifting their profits out of the deal.
They left the bar together and went into the back room, Mike telling his right-hand Tina to look over the bar while they went about on their business. The basement of the bar was well maintained, not like a basement at all but a private club - and indeed it was one. Mike had put some good time and money into it, and a designer he knew more than personally had done the planning for it. The setup was quite simple, and didn't really need more than just resting somewhere comfortable and attaching a number of small electrode patches onto the subject's forehead.
- 'Is everything ready, Mike?' - 'Of course, my darling... I've spent a good while doing studies on your subject of interest. To make it as real as possible. That's what you wanted?' - 'Yes. I want the whole thing to be as close to real as possible without actually going into water and -' - 'But you can, and should go into water. I've had a tub brought here.' He smiled. 'I even have the salt to go with it. Your very own slice of the pacific.' - 'Thank you, Mike. You're a darling, too, but you have someone saying that to you already. I don't really have anyone, and honestly don't even feel like I need someone to say that to me. I'm past nice with those dreams, they just keep on - god. The thing I hate most about them is that they're just shadowy feelings about things I should do, and they vanish a mere moment after I wake up...' - 'Don't worry. This will be something you'll remember for a long time. And I'm not talking about the experience itself; the way it happens is a simulation of a true experience. It'll be like actually living through it, and then remembering it like just as life. - I was a little frightened at times at this, but I know that this is what you want. I did it just for you, every second and every sensation.' - 'Muchos gracias, Mike.'
She gave his curly hair a kiss, taking a look at the vast amount of material he'd been collecting for this. Videodiscs, books, recordings... It had been quite a job. She'd paid for it in full as an artist should. The thing about REMshaping was that it couldn't be just programmed - if feelings and ideas were to be inserted, they had to be imagined in every vivid detail. It was indeed a work of art.
She stripped herself free of clothing, letting her toes play on the rug of the floor, and then slipped into the briny bath which was so close to human body temperature that it could allow her to stay in the water nearly indefinitely without fear of hypothermia. He helped her lay on the support inside the tub, the scent of saltwater filling her nostrils as he worked the patches accurately onto her forehead. After confirming him that everything was OK, he nodded back to her and started the REMshaping. She drifted off into sleep, feeling like she was sinking underneath the water. Darkness took hold of her vision.
Waves splashed about her as she floated in the sea, seeing the sandy beach of an island not far behind her, and the bright sun brought out the beautiful scene in the bottom of the ocean out into her sight through the crystal clear water. She took a dive, and soon noticed that she could hold her breath indefinitely, even accidentally taking in water which made her expect a sudden gagging fit didn't have an effect. Good thing. Everything else was so live, so real - She'd been freediving earlier and knew what to expect, and this was truly it. If this wasn't real life nothing would be. She also noticed a chain-wrapped armsleeve running from her left wrist up to her shoulder. Excellent, he grinned to herself. Mike had indeed thought of everything.
Back in the basement of the club, Mike heard footsteps from the staircase and the door creaking open.
- 'What is it, Tina? If the lemons are out, there's nothing I can do. We're out of them.' - 'I'm afraid I'm not here for the lemons.'
He suddenly shook up from his chair and looked to the door. The cop. He knew him from earlier, having been an acquaintance of both. This could ruin everything, he thought. They had a brief conversation about what was going on, the illegality of such methods of entertainment without a license, and came to the subject of her dreams. He knew that she had certain obsessions about the challenge her dreams seemed to give her... They made a deal. He could stay around and follow her dream through the videoscreen which was used for monitoring the experience, or bring him over for questioning and have her dreams cut off. He chose the former.
She dived forward under the waves, enjoying the soft currents as she drifted with them. Slowly she removed her swimming suit, enjoying the feel of water as it supported her and caressed her with those soft currents, waiting for the other to make an appearance.
At the same time, she felt a current wash against her back, and looked on in shock and awe at the first time she saw and felt such a creature swim past her. A real shark. The magnificent animal slid past her effortlessly with a flick of its crescent tail, and she brushed her hand against its skin. Sleek, hard and so exciting to feel. The creature had a clear tigerstripe pattern along its grey back, breaking its pattern with darker lines. The overall look of it, the feel of it and the knowledge that this was one of the ocean's apex predators made her so excited. She stood up to the challenge and took hold of its tail as the shark flicked past her.
It was a male, which was soon evident to her by the sight of its claspers in her clear sight. She leaned her way further along the creature, who seemed to care little for her advances, until her searching hands ended on one of the penile fins. The shark arched its back and tried to joust her off of him, trashing about with its tail until it succeeded. One of the wild lashes of the beast slid along her thigh and down between them, slicing between the folds of her treasure and eliciting a loud scream of pain and pleasure from her.
She brought her hand to her lower belly which was so violently and so erotically touched, giving it a tender caress with her fingers, feeling the burn of that lash and the flame which burned even more fiercely inside her... Having little time for it before the male came for another pass. This time it seemed intent on attacking her, but she could flick herself with one agile roll out of its reach and underneath him, holding onto his pectoral fins and bringing herself up against his bellyside.
The shark's skin was sleek in one direction and rough in the other, and the firm grasp of her squeeze and the strong, determined flicks of his body as it swam forward made her breasts pin against that hide. She started rocking herself against him, feeling that burning in her pussy that she couldn't contain anymore. There was something so erotic and overwhelming about this whole experience that it nearly drove her unconscious with the rush she was having. The way her body ground to his, the rasping of his skin against her stomach, breasts and thighs was so wonderful, and the feel of that immensely strong tail flicking between her thighs made her moan out... 'Ahh, you big fucking beast, I have caught you now, and you'll either f*** me like you mean it or just chomp at my ribs...'
Those seemed to be the alternatives as she held on for dear life. The shark raced in a broad circle, soon slowing down its pace as she kneaded her hips against him, the scent of a female in heat caught in his immensely keen sense of scent... She could feel its erection brush against her thigh now, one of the claspers swollen and pointed forward with a clear trail of creamy juice running from its tip in the water like a wisp of smoke from a cigar. This was the moment she had been dreaming about, this was the thing she had expected. She leant forward along the body of the shark, taking its snout between her hands and giving a kiss on its pointed nose. Not knowing whether it meant anything to it or not, probably the latter, but giving her expression of gratitude that it had chosen to mate with her. He took hold of her presented arm, grasping onto the armorsleeve with its teeth and rushed forth. The shark's body was arched over her and between her thighs, her free hand reaching to take hold of the tip of his clasper as it raced forward.
The wild grasp of the shark was something she hadn't even imagined, with the armorsleeve taking most of the force and all, but this! She could feel how the beast struggled between her thighs and over her, the magnificent tigershark making use of all of its 15 feet body to copulate with her, the predator of sheer muscle thrusting forward with its lower belly and hitting its mark! She didn't know whether to moan, scream or die at first, the overwhelming feeling of such a wild lover taking her so intense... She bit down into his pectoral fin in return, grasping with her thighs around that thrashing tail which drove the hardened penis-fin into her, suddenly filled with a cool fullness that yet seemed to stretch her so tight!
'Ooooh you striped bastard, don't you dare to hold back one bit! Nnnnrgh... f*** me like the female I am, and like the male you are!' She screamed into his fin, biting on it like he bit down on her sleeved arm, taking all that the shark could give her and getting more in return. She thrust her hips against his body and helped more of his penis slide into her, making new room within her tightness which had for so long been without fulfillment, now feeling like she could finally reach it. The male pounded with feverish thrusts, its entire body arching into her as it took her.
She willingly gave herself into it, tossed herself into the moment of it all, but it didn't seem to end! There was always more and more of him to sink in, his teeth began to push lightly through that sleeve and touch her skin which gave her a huge kick, his wild mating giving her orgasm after another... While that cock pounded into her, driving itself deep home and making her know that this was her home... She needed someone like this, with a feeling of locking together so seamlessly that no more words were needed, her desire to scream out her violent challenges now past and seeming useless in retrospect.
Reaching her arm around his body, she held on and rode this magnificent male. Giving him what he sought for, and receiving what she had been devoid of for so long, it felt so wonderful, the pain of their joining so real and yet fulfilling in a way she never imagined possible. She now knew what her dreams had been about; this was the animal in her, for which she willingly gave over her body, transcending her human consciousness. Returning into the sea... And suddenly brought back from her introspection by the wild, jerking hilts into her as the male gave forth his seed, giving her his breed, the sheer joy of it making her scream her pleasure into the fin which she held onto with her teeth. The mating pair shared their bites of passion, both taking and being taken, giving and being given, her smooth hips dancing against his rhythmically pumping tail as gushes of his sperm burst into her tightness, the excess spurting out in clouds of creamy smoke into the brine surrounding them.
Ron couldn't turn his gaze from the vision in front of him, suddenly realizing how little he had known of her. This might have been the reason why they never could seem to fit together - both trying to balance the fine line of being sensitive or lustful, deep or impulsive. The answer was that her thoughts had been of a completely alien sort to him or any other human being. Mike followed the scene with some interest, mainly just maintaining the experience, smiling to himself as he knew that she was indeed living out her fantasy.
They watched as he floated and swam with the tigershark, spending hours with the creature after copulating before wanderlust took over both of them, but sharing their wordless promises of meeting again. Both knew that it was likely that both female and male would meet others and mate again, but didn't do anything to try and be possessive about the other once their time was past...
She saw the last flicks of her lover's tail, caressing herself with her hands as she rose to the surface and observed the wonderful landscape. This was indeed the land of her dreams, but in living reality! The aching feel of her body, the feel of seawater salt sinking into the slight scratches she had gotten, everything... were bumped aside when she felt something more.
The scents of mating had brought out another shark; this one was approaching her from the front, a sportive-looking, eight-feet Mako displaying its deep ultramarine back and the smoky underbody which were divided in a distinct border between the colours. It was also male as she noticed the telltale look of its claspers aft of its belly, and this male took no time in familiarizing himself with the female but seized the opportunity which she gladly presented.
It approached her on a second pass, and surprised her with its sudden barrel-roll over onto her backside. The male slid along her back with a rough bump against her spine, and before she could protest he had slid his pectoral fins beside her body onto a tight grasp.
She was wracked with another surprise as the male's penis knifed into her anus, something which she had never given out to anyone and had been planning to keep as her private property. The painful entry was lessened by the copious amounts of slick slime the male produced, her vagina still leaking with the previous male's gift... She grasped at his fins and tried to jostle him off her back, but the wild pounding made her squeal in sudden pleasure as she found it. The male was showing her the pleasures of backdoor loving, and the bastard was clearly more than enjoying the lovely creature which it distinctly could notice as being less than a match for his own species, but the scents were such a good match, the mating making the right things click inside its head - no, this was a lovely, tight female!
Deciding to just give into the moment, she squeaked more in her pleasure as her behind bucked up to him, getting his tail slapped against her cheeks with a hilting thrust. The mako pounded into her, stabbing its less sizeable maleness in and out of her, trying to milk itself off as rapidly as possible, in-out, in-out, and off into search of a new female... They were more opportunistic in nature and had more defined mating seasons than those of tigersharks, and it showed up in their behavior. She wasn't complaining, anymore that is, and gave his cock a firm squeeze inside her. That was enough to get the swift hunter to joyfully give up his semen, the shark's tail giving a few rapid bucks into her behind as it made sure it was in there to stay.
She gave the sleek little shark a nice kiss on his chin before it sped up along its way again, going as fast as it came, leaving her with another sore spot but warming her heart... This is where she belongs. She swam back to the shore for a brief moment. Looking onto the sea, she could feel a certain feeling of anxiety, knowing that this could be over so soon again, and like dreams, it would be impossible enjoy a similar experience without some key, some kind of focus, a lasting link...
Back in the club, the cop had decided to enjoy a double scotch on the rocks, while the barkeeper took some sips out of an energizing drink to keep up his attention. Every detail was available to them that existed in visual - it was like watching an immensely detailed computer modeling, because none of this could happen in reality. That's what Ron thought. It couldn't. This couldn't be the same girl he knew. He had always been slightly taken back by their separation, but had concealed his true feelings from her well. A new kind of understanding sparked out in him, not sure whether it was the shock of the material he was now seeing or a new insight above that. He wasn't sure of himself, but he was truly happy for her; through her dreaming her expression displayed her clear contentness.
Leaving the beach for the sea again, she could see numerous splashes in the water, fins cleaving the surface of the crystal clear brine. It was clearly a gathering of sharks this time, and she swam up into the middle of it. She knew that most were too preoccupied with each other to pay attention to her, having fed themselves full beforehand, and she was left by herself to search. She didn't know what she was looking for, and swam with flicks of both feet together like a mermaid as she made her way past the joining sharks... Noticing that there were all kinds of predators locked together in the lustful dance, and she knew then what she was searching for, what the focus and the link she sought was. She knew that she had to find herself a pair.
Very few species of sharks were said to pair up for life, and even fewer were seemingly out looking for any. She suddenly felt very lonely, before her eyes connected with ones across the underwater orgy into deep, black eyes that immediately captivated hers. She swam closer and saw that this one was also searching, looking in frustration, looking for her... They had found each other. This magnificent creature must have been the keeper of her dreamworld, an impressive male with a regal presence, a great white shark.
They swam past each other at first, letting their sides connect, her hand sliding along his sleek side while his fin ran from her chest to her toes. She let out a deep, passionate sigh at this touch, feeling the pent-up search which they both had done for so long, and now -
She arched herself for him, beckoning for him to take her, granting him her body and soul to take and either abandon or make his own. The shark swam with strong, slow flicks of his crescent tail, the swollen displays of maleness swaying along with the heavy mass of muscle... His broad and pointed nose touched to her thighs, running up along them as he drew in her scent and grew more and more excited with every passing whiff of her. The scent of this female was so enticing and beckoning. He took a while searching her, studying her while she reached out with her arms and took his head into them, holding his front to her in a desperate, firm hug... Until it was time.
The male was impressive, and outright frightening unless seen through her passionate eyes, over twenty feet of sheer hunter as it circled her slowly, presenting her with a mating dance as was customary. She returned a similar one, displaying her deep longing for him, her willingness to give herself up into the moment of wild and feral rut, to have his breed inside of her. She did not blush of such thoughts anymore, but let them wash over her like a crashing wave.
Their union was not without problems, at first, and they felt very awkward, the male growing frustrated and grasping more firmly at her arm as it tried to enter her. Its tail bucked and it rammed its white underbelly at her repeatedly, trying to have her, and to the onlookers it did resemble like it had merely attacked her. There was something more, though, and the male soon gave up this method, letting her show him the ways of loving.
His underbelly felt so heavenly against her, and she loved to just knead her breasts against the raspy feel of the skin, the hard nipples so exquisitely tortured under his strong body which waited patiently, swimming along as she held on to him, fingering herself off to orgasm after orgasm while riding with him...
She then eased herself slowly down between his pectoral fins, caressing his smooth underside and sharing the lovely feeling of touching together, but soon just taking a hold of the fins, holding them to her shoulders. He wasn't a creature of gentleness or caring, driven by simple wills and drives to feed and to breed, the first having been fulfilled and now eager to complete the second. His maleness stood forth bravely, again just one of the two as she leaned her thighs up along his sides, locking into an embrace and leaning her hips down toward his tail. He started sliding within her, and she now felt what tightness really meant. It felt like he was going to splice her in two with that maleness, which was meant for females far above her size, but just kept on going down on it. She screamed out in pleasure as his strong tail flicked slightly faster and further while he swam on, and couldn't do much than hold on when he noted the entry.
The white started mating her in a wild, frantic pace, its tail thrashing down between her thighs and going further into her than she dreamed possible. She felt like she was losing herself as that wonderful lover mated her, having arched its entire body over her and pounding wildly... The lashes of his tail made her body grind against his, the teasing on his nipples and the violent penetration making her suddenly peak out in an orgasm, screaming her pleasure into his snowy underside. His preseed flew freely as they swam together in a mating dance, him leading her, her giving out to him, breaking the surface of the water together...
Grasping onto those fins for dear life, she helped him push harder and deeper inside her when he found it too difficult to go further or decided that this must have been the end of it, relighting his flame again and again! The shark mated her, bred her, their pairing feeling like it had been going on for hours and still as they had just touched each other for the first time. This was her pair, and she was his; nothing seemed more natural at the moment than just letting this immense shark ream her, ravage her, love her, caress her in the substitutive hold of his fins instead of his teeth. She kissed his underside when they slowed down their pace, or kicked her knees against his sides at her peaks when his mating was most fierce.
She looked around herself, and noticed that the brightness of the day had past, and they were just by themselves in that sea. The glowing moon bathed them in its rays as they crashed above the surface of the water, dancing together before falling down into the sweet caresses of the waters around them. She was now trying her best to please him, and he was giving her his best... They came together, again and again, her insides being filled with more and more of the male's thick creamy pudding, filled with the promise of breeding. The pair celebrated their finding several more times under the light of the moon, diving back into the deep blue before crashing through the surface again.
The cop had left the club, reporting that he had seen nothing that evening. So did the bartender, withholding the secret of her past lover's visit from her. Upon being brought back into reality, Jeanna cried out for a good long while, not out of sorrow or guilt but out of completion, knowing that now she had met this entity that made up her dreams and fueled her life. In the following days, she was filled with an energy that occasionally made her friends wonder whether she was on chems; she dismissed these doubts with a hearty laughter, and a smirk that she had found something far better.
She would be going back to Mirrorsphere, once she had acquired enough creds again.
Desert IslandWomen with animals stories
Story's fetishes:zoophilia, bestiality.
I'm lying naked on a beach on some deserted island. The sun is beating down on me, warming my breasts and stomach. My ass is cradled in the warm sand. Sweat runs down my thighs and into my crotch teasing me, making me think of sex, sex in the abstract.
It seems like forever since I have had a man, I've been on this island by myself for almost a year now. Plenty of food and water, but no companionship. I just want those wonderful sensations, the weight on top of me, a warm tongue slurping up my cunt juices, hands on my breast, a warm cock sliding in and out of me. I need a good simple fuck. Oooh, my fingers must have gotten me too excited because I can feel myself coming again, my ass bucking up and down on the beach, the depths of my cunt pulsing with pleasure!
There's a noise out over the water. It's a dolphin chattering away flipping its nose at me. Dolphins are such sensitive, sensual creatures. They pick up on emotions easily because of their intelligence. Their bodies are warm and just the right width to put your legs around as they swim bumping along. How embarrassing! The animal has probably caught onto my state and knows how much I lust!
Well, there's no harm in playing around with it. Who's to know? No fear of pregnancy, it sure would be good to feel the sperm shooting up inside of me, filling me to overflowing without having to worry about getting knocked up. Oooh, I bet they've got long, beautiful, uncircumcised cocks which they skillfully use on female dolphins, thrashing and cumming in the warm water! Why not give it a try?
I get in the water, it's just below body temperature. The salt buoys me up. I yell at the dolphin, 'hey get over here sexy' and he sees me waving. I'm treading water as he swims over, bumps my knees apart with his nose. He playfully bumps up and down as he swims through my legs. My puss slaps against his strong, sleek body. Unnhnh, he's got me hot.
The dolphin swims backwards with powerful strokes that lift his body out of the water. Is that his cute dick peeping its red head out? I sure hope he gets a hard on. I'm going to need it if he keeps on like this. He swims along behind me, bopping me in the ass with his head. I slide over his body, my feet getting caught by his front fins as he swims along. The warm water shoots over my legs and under my cunt as we zip along.
He surfaces and whaddya know, his blow hole is right under my clit! It tickles as he breathes water and air out and then sucks air in. He dips down, takes in some water and shoots it at my clit again. I rub my pussy along his smooth back, I'm sooo horny, his breath on my clit, it's, oh it's making me cummmm! I'm out of control! I'm spasming up and down as he's teasing me!
He ducks under the water and starts lapping my pussy with his big strong tongue, poking at me with his long nose. Oh, he's got me in a state of perpetual cum! My cunt is so wet and swollen, I could take him no problem. He swims backwards away and, as he gets halfway out of the water, his big 8' dick pops, pink above the surface of the water. 'Ohhh, I must have it, give it to me!', I yell at him.
He swims upside down under me popping up so he's facing me. The animal is panting and has that big dolphin smiley grin. He must know what's coming next too. I can feel his big cock resting between my ass cheeks and along my cunt. I slide along his smooth cock, my arms around his strong body as he keeps upright with powerful underwater slaps of his tail. I reach down and feel the bulb tip of it, guide it up into me, to fill me up.
He slides strong into me and the feeling of his cock bucking around inside me brings me to the brink of a cum. I hold off as long as I can, sliding up and down his beautiful dick. His eyes bug out, a guttural chattering sound comes from his throat, a high pitched squeal, then I feel his cock throbbing. He shoots gallons of cum into me and the feeling pushes me over the brink, into a thrilling pulsing cum!
The dolphin and I disentangled as his cock shrunk and slipped out of me. He nuzzled his nose into my breasts, rubbed against me for a while (I probably would have sunk from exhaustion if he hadn't held me up), then he swam away. He left me warm and satisfied with his wonderful dolphin cum dribbling out of my cunt. I'll take a dolphin any time I can get one!
The sea was unbelievably warm. Having lived in western Washington state all of her life, full of icy ocean currents straight from Alaska and other, even colder places, she felt like she was in a hot tub.
Her long hair trailed out behind her, waving like some exotic sea grass with the gentle currents of the tide pools. Somehow she had the entire beach to herself that morning, and was thoroughly enjoying herself as she explored the crystal clear pools. Some were quite large, twice the size of a bathtub, and some simply opened up at one end toward the sea, which now warmly and gently filled the pools as the tide approached a calm high.
The tropical waters worked their magic on the woman, who felt them teasing and lapping at her as she sat on the edge of a large pool. She stared out to sea, feeling the tiny waves hit her even through the fabric of her bikini, and sighed as she accepted the invitation, slipping deeper into the pool. Her lower body was now immersed completely in the nearly 85 degree waters.
As if in a dream, she took off the bottom of her suit and slowly sat down on a rock covered with fine seaweed, feeling the tiny stems brush her exposed opening with the water's movements. The sea was caressing her sex, and she responded in turn.
This large pool was open to the ocean, and as the tide slowly continued to come in toward her, she spread her legs wide to better feel the warm waters and seaweeds massage her thighs, clitoris, and pussy lips. But she was not alone - other creatures shared the tide pools with her.
It startled her at first when the eel darted beneath her leg and into the 'grass' she was sitting on, but the warm waters called her back and she relaxed, again spreading her legs wide. Breathing a little harder, she used her fingers to spread apart her tunnel lips as well, a wild fantasy creeping into and taking over her mind.
It took a few minutes, but the eel reappeared from under her leg. It looked around with its tiny eyes, found a new hiding place, and swam up to investigate. It was certainly dark and protected enough, but was it big enough? The woman gasped with pleasure as the slimy creature decided to find out. It slipped inside her several inches, then wriggled furiously as it forced itself the rest of the way into the moaning woman¹s cunt.
She came almost instantly, feeling the eel struggle to turn its fat body around against her spasming pussy muscles. Its head emerged about an inch, so that she could see the living animal that was inside her, and the image caused her to orgasm a second time. The squeezing was too much for the eel, however, and it decided to find another home, wriggling its way back out for a grand finale to the woman¹s climax.
She threw her head back and panted for a few moments, then looked again into the pool in front of her open legs. She saw a school of small fish, some anenomies, starfish, and some other life in the pool with her, shrugged, and held her tingling flesh open to what the sea would bring once again. After a few minutes of nothing but the caresses of the warm water against her inner lips, she began to feel a bit silly that she expected anything to happen at all. Then the small shark appeared.
Before she could react, the small school that had been nibbling at the plants on the rocks around her panicked at the sight of the 12' shark. The smaller fish were only about 1' long, a perfect meal for the shark, and their only instinct at that moment was to find a place to hide and quickly. The door held open before them, the school forced its way inside the dark, inviting tunnel. She closed her eyes, feeling five, then ten, then twenty little fish throwing themselves into her pussy.
The slim fish wriggled one by one past the tight ring of muscle at her opening to where her cunt stretched freely further within, enabling the whole school to invade her pulsating vagina. Again she orgasmed, her pussy muscles straining to contract against the mass of moving fish within. She had heard about a dog¹s knot swelling inside a bitch's cunt to lock them together, and wondered if this was what it felt like to be swollen with animal flesh.
After a few minutes, she realized that they might not be able to get back out, so she started gently pulling them out of herself one by one. The shark now gone, they went to the other side of the pool and only swam away when the last of the school had thrashed its way out of her tunnel. Satisfied, she leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm tropical sun.
But the sea was not finished with her. A starfish slowly crept across her clit, massaging her to another small climax, as did a rather large conch. She marvelled at the 8' shell as its owner explored her, its rasping mouthparts tasting her rosebud as she squirmed with delight, its muscular foot grasping her hairy lips.
Noting that the tide would go out soon, and also noting that her toes were becoming distinctly wrinkled, she sighed and took one last look at her pool of wonders. She almost didn't feel the gentle, tentative, suckling touch at her lips.
Looking down, expecting to see another conch, she saw only a small, brown tentacle caressing her. The octopus wasn't a large one, but it was large enough that she was worried about what might happen. She knew that they loved to hide in small, dark spaces, being easily trapped in some areas with baited flowerpots and the like, and recognized that this one was definitely interested in her small, dark space.
She quietly moaned as more and more of the strong, suckered tentacles explored her, first sucking at her inner lips, then carefully extending into her cunt. She marveled that such a large creature would even consider her tunnel, but then remembered that the gelatinous creatures had little or no bone structure, enabling them to conform to almost any shape. She spread herself wide, and waited.
The octopus seemed to understand her invitation, and slowly forced its rubbery body into the panting woman¹s fuck-tunnel. The eel and fish were nothing compared to this wild lover - once it had crammed her pussy full of writhing flesh, several of its tentacles came back out to stimulate her clit.
She let go, threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the creature forced up against the very back of her pussy in an amazing, filling way, its tentacles suckling and caressing her clitoris and ass, and its whole body moving and shifting inside her. She came again and again, feeling the fleshy body respond to her muscular contractions by pushing strongly back and squirming even more. She slipped all the way into the water, floating on her back as her lover brought her to orgasm again and again.
After some time, she realized that the tide was going out, and decided to leave her magic beach. But the octopus had other ideas. She stood up, expecting it to slip out in favor of the water, but it didn't budge. She walked around a bit, feeling herself completely stuffed full in a delicious way, but the creature only contracted its tentacles inside her, filling her even more.
She sat down in the pool again, the water receding, and as if to answer her feelings of worry, the fleshy creature slowly, deliberately crawled out. It made sure to please her as much as possible as it did so, grasping her clit, cervix, and innermost cunt with its suckers and moving slowly from between her lips. Seeing it come out of herself and feeling what it was doing, she climaxed a final time and caressed it as it slowly drifted away.
'I have to book my next vacation at this beach,' she thought to herself as she walked shakily away from the tide pools, her knees and lack of bathing suit betraying her.