by Kizzie Hayes
Tessie just lay helplessly like a lamb being devoured by two hungry lions but that was exactly what she wanted. She knew that the Halloween of that particular year was worth remembering, hence the need to try something quirky.
The nocturnal birds got busy around the trees while the rodents and other smaller animals ran further away as they perceived the smell of the Werebear considered the enemy to the animals in the bush.
“Turn and be on all fours,” Lucas ordered and smacked her ass, “turn, and let me get my tongue busy with your rusty starfish.”
“Wow, I love it when my trunk is rammed just like my pussy,” Tessie said and went doggie, with her ass bumping to the back.
She pulled Brian closer and made him lay on his back before her. She grabbed his huge cock and started fondling it. The thickness of Brian’s shaft couldn’t allow for full encircling in Tessie’s hand but Tessie still tried her best to get it well covered. As she caressed the sweet veiny cock, the long artificial nails of her fingers glowed under the glimpse of the campfire. Slowly, she began to thrust the huge cock into her mouth.
Lucas inserted his longest finger into Tessie’s pussy while his tongue got her starfish fully wrapped and watered. He perforated her asshole with his slippery tongue and spewed into the virgin hole. It wasn’t easy for his finger to penetrate and deflower the tight starfish but he kept pushing his finger gradually until her hole was loose enough to get her finger accommodated.
“Oh my…” she moaned haltingly as she absorbed the pains, “go deeper but gradually. I feel a high sensation therein and I’m beginning to love anal sex.”
“Suck the damn dick,” Brian commanded domineeringly, “concentrate and get this fellatio over with.”
“Yes, boss but… argh-hh hh,” she moaned as she tried to respond, “Lucas is killing my starfish with penetration, that’s why I’m distracted (Lucas poked deeper) argh-hh hh, he’s killing me and I can’t help me,” she responded, “Brian, please, try and understand the sweetness.”
“I do, okay,” Brian said and moved his hip forward which got his long cock filling her mouth to a choking point. “Do your best and get me to the Promised Land.”
Lucas kept digging his finger deeper into her starfish until she began to feel the need to have a cock inside of her.
“Sit on my cock, Tessie,” Brian demanded, “I mean now!” he squalled.
“With all pleasure, dear,” she responded and crept forward over his body until she got to his cock and held it in position and started brushing the cap of the dick against her pink folds to get it ready to receive the huge sausage that she was afraid to have inside of her.
As Tessie pushed Brian’s huge cock gradually into her body, Lucas started making use of his thumb to get the tiny hole widened. He made sure that Tessie’s starfish got much ready and wet before he knelt behind her and started pushing his cock gradually into her trunk.
Brian knew that a serious business was taking place on Tessie’s butts, so he paused to allow Lucas have his way into the girl’s puckered-brown-eye. Notwithstanding his wait, Brian still pushed into Tessie’s honeypot gradually until she could take at least half of the huge cock inside her kitty. Brian could feel the firmness of her wall as they held tenaciously to his cock, enwrapping the huge cum gun effectively.
“Please, take it easy,” Tessie pleaded and looked back piteously at Lucas to let him see the sufferings written all over her, “this is my first, so, you should take it easy and slowly.”
“I already know my job,” Lucas averred and picked a bottle of lubricant he had in his knapsack and poured Tessie’s balloon-knot and gradually continued until most parts of his dick were inside the sweet hole. “This is the best part,” he said and started fucking her asshole gradually.
Brian started fucking from below but that was really slow because they were being careful to avoid bruising the young girl.
After a couple of minutes as recorded by the patience of the two boys, they started screwing harder, making the girl to scream as if she’d black out.
Brian and Lucas suddenly lost touch with compassion and started hammering harder on Tessie, which made her start crying aloud that her voice towered into the night and echoed in the bush.
Copious tears rolled down on Tessie’s cheek, gaining possession of Brian’s hairy chest but the guys never paused, stopped or gave her a break. They were determined to tear the girl apart because, at this point, they weren’t just energized as humans but as Werebears. The beasts in them were evident at this point which got the girl scared to death because she was almost beginning to lose her breath, even though she was really a strong girl in bed and steadfast too.
As the serious poundings lingered, Tessie felt like asking for mercy but she chose to remain calm and strong. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes and continued enduring the pains.
After a long fuck, the guys began to feel some strong explosion, even more than they’d ever felt before. It was really unusual but the feelings were not only fun and sweet but too strong for them to accommodate the untold pleasure.
“Lucas, I feel like I’m about to ejaculate my brains out,” Brian complained aloud as his cum kept announcing its presence without being stifled even though Brian tried to.
“I feel the same way and I can’t explain it,” Lucas replied.
“Now, I have the strength of a woman,” Tessie said vauntingly, “I want you to cum in my pussy and shithole. Let out the anger and make my body to be filled with plenty of cum,”
The two guys were so happy that they were given the privilege to cum inside her which made them start dispensing their thick goo outrightly.
The guys remained in her holes until their dicks got numb inside before Tessie stood up but staggered to gain her balance. Plenty of thick yogurts escaped from her pussy and starfish and crawled down to her thigh.
The guys zipped up the tent and got a tissue and cleaned her up until she stopped feeling the persistent shock that she felt inside of her.
Tessie panted as she flashed back to what just took place. She shuddered when she thought about her involvement with the guys and the way she enjoyed it. She couldn’t believe that she could ever do such kinky stuff in her life but that never stopped the sweet feelings that made her smile whenever she thought of the experience. It was memorable indeed.
After the sex episode, they all enjoyed the night with the sumptuous meal and drink until it was almost dawn before they all fell asleep and waited for the all Hallows day to brighten.
THE END
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Bonus Story 18 of 44
The Peace Treaty
“Your saved twenty-five dollars. Thank you for shopping at Catskill Grocery, have a nice day!”
Maya handed the elderly woman her receipt and watched her go with a heavy sigh. Ringing groceries for eleven dollars an hour was certainly monotonous. She couldn’t wait for the day that she was finished with college so that she could have a better job. That sent a new wave of hopelessness over her, Maya could only go to school part-time because of her family’s financial situation. At twenty-one years old she knew that night time college courses and working at Catskill Grocery were in her immediate and somewhat distant future.
“Why do you look like your about to cry?”
The voice brought Maya back to the present. One of the service clerks, Michael, was at the end of her register studying her intently. She’d known him for about three years, and they’d been in new employee orientation together. Michael was the one thing that made working at the grocery store interesting. He was funny, and they could easily talk about any topic while Maya rang groceries and he bagged them. In fact, they’d received several complaints from customers for their lack of attention to anything else.
Michael was also very attractive; he constantly wore a smirk that made him appear mischievous and cute, and he had warm brown eyes, wavy dark brown hair even though he kept it cropped relatively close to his head. He was
so tall that Maya’s head barely grazed his shoulder. Her stomach did a nervous dance whenever he was around, today being no different.
“I’m just having one of those moments where I’m questioning my life choices. Working here, only being able to take two classes a semester, my mom having to raise Gabriella and me on her own. I’m having a pity party, don’t mind me.”
“No, I get it,” Michael replied. “Your family has had it rough.” He was very familiar with Maya’s messed up home life as they’d talked about it many times. “You got to focus on the positive, girl. Sure it’s going to take you longer, but when you finish school, you could be whatever you want. You could write a book, or be a reporter for some news agency. It will mean so much to you and your mother when you finally graduate.” Then his smirk splayed across his face and made Maya weak in the knees. “Plus, don’t hate on Catskill Grocery, you wouldn’t know me if you didn’t need to work to pay off your loans.”
Maya blushed and dropped her eyes to the register. “That’s certainly true.”
Over the three years that she’d gotten to know Michael, something had changed between them. The playful banter between them had become flirtatious, and she found herself play fighting with him whenever he would tease her. Sometimes when he spoke to her, his sentences wouldn’t make any sense, and his face would be as red as hers.
The biggest thing had taken place just over a week ago on a night that she didn’t have class. They’d closed the store, and once they had punched out, they stood out by their cars talking. Just when Maya was about to go, Michael kissed her and told her that he’d been “dying to do that for longer than he could remember.” Maya didn’t sleep that night, even now as she looked at his handsome face and remembered the kiss, she felt like she was on fire.
Part of Maya knew that Michael wanted to be her boyfriend. He didn’t treat anyone else at the store like he treated her. She would be lucky to be with someone so attentive and fun, but she couldn’t confront him about it, at least not yet. There were a few things that gave Maya reservations.
In the three years that she had known Michael, she had shared many details about her life, but she knew nothing about his. Besides the fact that he lived in the same town as the store, she had no idea if his parents were together or divorced, if he had siblings, or even if he’d had another girlfriend before. He kept his life outside of work very private, and it almost made her wonder if there was something that he didn’t want her to know.
The second thing that made Maya lie awake and wonder if there was something going on with Michael was that he was always sick from work several days during the month, every month, for three years. Honestly, Maya wasn’t sure how he got away with it, but there were always a few days that he was missing, and she had no idea what he could be up to. He certainly wasn’t sick, so what was it? Maybe Maya had an overactive imagination, but if she got involved with Michael romantically would it affect her life, too?
“Dude, earth to Maya? You’re on another planet today.” Michael waved his hand in front of her face.
Maya shook her head. “Sorry, I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Let’s do something after work then. I’ll take you to a movie or something.”
Maya felt her heart pounding in her chest. He’d never asked her to go anywhere outside of work before. Then she despaired because she had her British Literature class tonight. “Can I take a raincheck for tomorrow night? I have class at six tonight.”
Michael thought for a minute before he smiled. “That would be great. I’ll warn you, though, it’s going to be a slasher flick.”
“A horror movie? I thought you wanted to reduce my stress?”
Michael’s smile morphed back into his smirk. “How else am I going to get you to cuddle up with me? We clearly can’t do that here.”
Maya balked at his boldness. It didn’t matter because their manager called him to go get shopping carts from the parking lot. Maya watched him walk away and wondered if was going to become harder to fight off her reservations. But, before she could dwell on it longer, a customer came with a huge order, and she had to focus on something else.
*****
Maya sat down in the lecture hall at SUNY Albany, about a thirty-minute drive from her hometown of Whitney. They were supposed to be discussing the final part of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Maya was relieved because as much as she loved to read, she could not fall in love with this particular old English tale. She quickly tried to scan the story one last time so that she would be prepared for the class discussion.
She didn’t look up from her work when someone slid into the chair next to her. All semester she’d been sitting next to this guy named Ian. They had a whole lecture hall to choose from but every Tuesday and Thursday they would pick the same seats together.
“What’s the next book on the syllabus?” Maya asked aloud, still glancing over Sir Gawain.
“Moving onto some good old William Shakespeare,” Ian replied, glancing at his paper, still in immaculate condition despite it being half way through the semester. “Some Sonnets and then Hamlet.”
“God, I love Hamlet,” Maya replied, genuinely looking forward to the change. She shut her book and smiled at her seat neighbor.
“Who doesn’t?” Ian replied as he pulled out a notebook and tore out a page for her. Maya felt her face go hot as she took in his handwriting. He’d written down notes for her to use during the discussion; not only were there plot lines and character names, but he’d put symbolism and other literary elements on there too.
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to.” He replied simply.
Ian was an intellectual. He soaked up every bit of information that he learned at college like a sponge. He was a full-time student but still commuted despite this. Maya had discovered early in the semester that they both came from Whitney, but he’d gone to a private school which is why she didn’t know him before this British Literature course. He had a 4.0 GPA and had plans on being a college professor once he had enough education.
He had coppery red hair and blue eyes and he sometimes wore dark-rimmed glasses. He was kind and encouraging. He was like Michael back in town. She wondered if, by the end of the semester, he would be asking her out. Why else would he be helping her with her British Literature grade?
Ian had asked her on multiple occasions if she had a boyfriend and she’d never really given him a straight answer. There was a six-foot-two brunette that made her heart race at home, but they weren’t exclusive. But there was something about Ian that was like how she felt about Michael as well like there was something holding her back.
Ian gave her his notes and she let him copy his homework because a few days a month he was not in class. He told her that he couldn’t go into much detail but that it was a family commitment that could not be changed. Maya would tape record the lectures for him, but it reminded her so much of Michael’s situation that it was borderline unnerving. She hadn’t known Ian as long either, and she hadn’t kissed him like she’d had that moment with Michael.
Maya found her cheeks flushing at the thought of Ian wanting to kiss her. It would probably be a sweet and gentle kiss, and she found herself wondering if there was something wrong with her. Was she that selfish that she couldn’t pick one man to commit herself to?
“Hey, I don’t know if you are free tomorrow night,” Ian said quickly as the professor had finally arrived and was getting ready to begin. “But they are having this really awesome promotion at a local bookstore.” He explained. “Maybe we could get coffee and buy some books that aren’t for school.”
“I’d love to,” Maya assured. “But I have plans with a friend after work tomorrow.” She smiled at him warmly, trying to give no indication that this “friend” might actually want to date her. “Maybe Friday?”
Ian nodded, beaming while he entered the date on his phone. “Absolutely. It’s a date.” Then he winked at her and Maya felt her nerves making her bot
h giddy and nauseous at the same time.
The discussion of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight began and Maya fond her head swimming with thoughts of chivalry and loyalty, and of two young men that reminded her of each of these traits. Ian was as noble and well-intended as several of the nights of the round table, and Michael had been loyal to her for years, letting her vent to him about her life that wasn’t always easy. It seemed impossible to pick only one and yet she knew at one point that she was going to have to make a choice or lose them both. Maya found her voice trembling as she spoke during the discussion, not because she was anxious about the class, but because it should have been an easy decision. Ian or Michael. She couldn’t do it because there were those foggy unknowns that she couldn’t figure out and was too afraid to ask.
When the class was finished, she quickly gathered her things, waved goodbye to Ian and headed to her car. As she drove home, she had to turn up the radio because what the DJ was saying seemed completely absurd.
“Take caution if you live anywhere near Whitney New York. There are multiple reports of people going missing in the woods and surrounding areas. Police think that there are packs of wolves causing what are most likely fatalities. Stay safe everyone.”
Maya scowled. She’d lived in Whitney her entire life and never once had she seen a wolf or heard of an attack. She shook her head and changed the station, convinced it was nonsense.
*****
That night Maya had a dream. It started out as bursts of images. She saw a full moon, someone thrashing through the woods, packs of wolves. She saw Whitney policemen, she heard a girl screaming. Once more she saw wolves, except this time there were two that stood out.
One wolf was black as night, his coat shining in the moonlight. He stood on the edge of a clearing, eyes focused on something across the open field. On the opposite end stood a reddish-brown wolf. There was something almost regal about the way that he stared back at the black wolf, his eyes boring into him, almost as if daring the dark wolf to make a move. There were more bursts of images and noise to the point that Maya felt like she was trapped in a storm of information. It was like she was being spun into a cyclone when she found herself standing in the middle of a dark room.
