Mr. Bertram had other plans, and my feeble plea was met with a kiss on the lips that quickly drew deeper and deeper until my mouth was wide open, his tongue dancing all around mine. He broke the kiss off and I followed his departing lips eagerly for a few inches before my head fell back to the mattress.
Sitting up straight but never taking his eyes off mine, the werebear shrugged off his shirt and discarded it somewhere in the general direction of the corner of the room, showing off that perfectly sculpted body that had driven my friends and me so wild that day that seemed like a million years ago now. I looked him up and down, my heart beating so hard that it boomed in my ears.
I couldn’t believe a man as fucking hot as that was on a bed with me, straddling me, kissing me. It wasn’t until I felt both of his hands at the collar of my shirt that I realised my arms were still crossed at the wrist above my head even though he had let them go. My thoughts of rebellion were firmly in the past as I left myself completely exposed to his will.
With a ‘R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-p’ he tore my shirt right down the middle, exposing the two mounds he had squeezed and caressed to such eager points only moments before. Looking down over the twin swells of my chest I saw the evidence of the huge erection tenting the front of my teacher’s boxer briefs.
He had said I’d imagined his big cock pumping in and out of my pussy before, and he had been right, but even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never thought about something like that. I’d never thought about something that wouldn’t, couldn’t, fit inside my virgin slit.
Mr. Bertram squeezed my tits together, creating deep cleavage for a moment, and then relaxed his grip, letting them fall to their natural positions again before running his thumbs over my nipples and squashing them together once more. My eyes were transfixed on that bulge in his underwear, but my body writhed and pushed my chest against him, urgently seeking his rough but sensual grasp.
The werebear saw what I was looking at and he chuckled once again before carefully tearing his boxer briefs off, the material not even the slightest match for this strength. My jaw dropped at the first sight of the thick length of cock towering over me.
Twitching slightly with every beat of his heart, it was hard and straight and some lusty animal caged in my mind screamed out ‘WANT’ as it reached desperately through the bars. A cock that size would hurt me, it might ruin me… but that primal part of my brain was right. I fucking wanted it so bad.
“Suck my cock, Kristie,” commanded the alpha predator.
My mouth was already open, but my hands shook as I reached for it. I whimpered when I wrapped my fingers most of the way around his manhood, it was both harder and warmer than I had anticipated.
I’d seen the videos of course, I grew up in the age of the internet after all, but nothing could have prepared me for how it felt in my hands. It was rigid, pulsating with the lifeblood pumping from his heart, and I had to pull it downwards with a fair amount of effort to aim it at my parted lips.
Mr. Bertram leaned forward, resting some of his weight on his hands as his cock neared my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip before it slid past my lips and came to a rest for a moment.
I moved my tongue in circular motions on the underside, realising that I didn’t really have any idea about what to do. If I was doing something wrong, the look on Mr. Bertram’s face didn’t show it. He was looking down on me as if he was barely holding back from fucking me right away.
“Ah, fuck yeah, Kristie,” he said. “You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth, sucking it like a good little girl. You’re gonna let me do everything I want, aren’t you?”
I nodded innocently, as much as the stiff dick penetrating my face would allow.
“That’s right. As if you have a choice.”
My English teacher began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, and I held on with both hands, feeling the hardness of his shaft sliding under my fingers as I continued to guide his length. It wasn’t long before the werebear was fucking my mouth like a pussy and the inevitable happened, the tip of his cock squelched against the back of my throat.
I struggled anew, trying to fight down the gag reflex as Mr. Bertram continued thrusting into my mouth, holding me in place with no effort at all and using my body for his own pleasure. Cheerleader vs Werebear was not going so well. I concentrated on cheerleader vs gag reflex as I coughed and spluttered around his jack-hammering cock and gradually got it under control.
That fat rod continued impacting against the back of my throat, but I looked up at the powerful half-bear triumphantly through watering eyes and with flushed cheeks. I had mastered myself.
“Good girl, Kristie. I knew you’d suck cock like a pro, given the chance.”
I blushed even deeper. Everything about this situation was so wrong. He was hundreds of years old, I was eighteen, he was a teacher, I was his student, he was a werebear, I was just a girl.
In that moment, none of it seemed to matter though. All I could think about was that he was the most powerful man I had ever met, he took whatever he wanted, and out of anybody he could have had, he chose me. I was as wet as an ocean for him.
Mr. Bertram paused and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding my head utterly still as he looked down on me with his teeth bared, the faintest hint of a deep rumble in his chest. For a moment I thought he really was going to tear me apart, but his breathing slowed and he pulled himself out of my mouth, backing his way towards the edge of the bed and letting go of my hair.
Once he was kneeling on the ground next to the bed, he pulled me towards him until my knees were parted on either side of his arms and grasped my jeans with both hands. He tore them off me piece by piece, as if they were made of paper, and took my panties with them. I’d never bared my pussy to a man before and my natural reaction was to try and close my legs, but the werebear stopped me before I even got close.
I’d kind of imagined that my first time would be a drunken fumble with my college boyfriend and probably wouldn’t include a lengthy study of my pussy so close that I could feel his hot breath on my virgin petals. I couldn’t read his face, and felt self-conscious.
“Do… do you still like me?” I said, feeling stupid as soon as the question was out.
“You’re soaked for me, Kristie. Your pussy is so beautiful, I’ve never seen another girl I wanted to fuck harder than you.”
“You mean it?” I smiled, tentatively.
Mr. Bertram didn’t answer, instead he lowered his head and licked the length of my virgin slit before letting out his breath in a contented sigh that blew warm air on my most private of places and made me squirm in anticipation rather than rebellion. The werebear’s eyes were closed savouring my flavour for a moment before he eagerly lapped at my sex over and over again, pulling my pussy lips apart with his fingers and delving deep to recover my treasured nectar.
The more he licked me, the wetter I became. I’d been self-conscious about a man, especially such an experienced man, seeing my sex for the first time, but it was an emotion impossible to maintain under his urgent attentions. He wanted me, he almost needed me, his eager licking was almost frenzied as he nuzzled my slit and tugged at my labia with his lips.
Like most girls, I’d taken my sexual frustration into my own hands in the past, and I’d experienced what I thought was the height of pleasure. What my English teacher was doing to me was on a whole other level.
My head was thrashing from side to side, I was moaning like a wanton slut, and this huge ball of energy was building up in my belly and it felt like if it exploded I might be burnt to a crisp but it would be worth it. Then he started concentrating on licking my clit. Oh. My. God.
With one arm wrapped around my thigh and holding me in place with a hand over my pelvis, one finger gently swirling around in my pussy just deep enough to lightly touch my hymen, and that incredible tongue practically vibrating across my clit, there was no hope for dignity. He’d made me his little whore and I was going to cum like
there was no tomorrow.
A flush expanded from my belly as if it was heated by that ball of energy, until my whole body felt warm with some humming electricity. I took in tiny shallow breaths and couldn’t seem to exhale properly, until I felt like I was going to burst and the sound of that buzzing electricity blocked everything else out.
Then, all at once, there was a moment of exquisite release. That ball did explode and it sent tingling ecstasy all over my body. I let out my breath in a scream of primal pleasure that I could hear over even the buzzing in my ears.
My pussy convulsed with wave after wave of bliss, sending what felt like a mother-load of my slippery juices trickling out only to be lapped up by the wearbear between my legs. A fog hovered at the periphery of my vision and threatened to rob me of my consciousness without ever quite following through on the threat.
When my orgasm began to fade, I felt like the simple act of standing up would have been an exercise in futility, sure to end up with me flailing uselessly on the floor. My legs were shaking with the remnants of my climax and were only barely under my control when Mr. Bertram climbed back on the bed between them.
Once more that majestic cock dominated my field of view and, with one hand guiding it towards my sopping wet virgin slit, the moment of truth had arrived. Would I be able to get fucked by something of that size my very first time? There was another problem too.
“Wait, we need a condom. I don’t want to get pregnant,” I said.
“It’s all natural on Bearback Mountain, Kristie,” said Mr. Bertram as if that was the end of all argument.
I tried to gain some purchase with my feet and push myself away, but my legs were still lost in their own quivery post-orgasm world and I barely managed to move them as Mr. Bertram put the tip of his cock at my unused teen entrance and held me in place with his spare hand on my shoulder as if without it I would simply be pushed up the bed.
Little did I know how close that was to the truth as my petals were pushed unceremoniously to each side by the fat head of his cock and his thickness pressed against my precious pink opening. He wasn’t even close to being inside of me yet and I already felt like I wouldn’t be able to take any more.
“Uhhhhn!” I grunted with effort.
My hips moved in tentative motions, as if not sure about whether to try to impale me on this huge dick even more or to attempt escape. It was no use though, every small movement was tracked by his cock and the pressure kept on increasing until there was no doubt that his hand on my shoulder was serving a real practical purpose.
A tear trickled out of one eye and I finally cried out with the pain of it. A fraction of a second later I felt a sense of relief on the stretching front, a relief that was offset by the fire his huge presence ignited in the shallow regions of my virgin tunnel as he pushed it forward towards the last barrier of my innocence.
The werebear had torn my jeans off like they were made of paper, his cock tore through my hymen like it wasn’t even there. A brief sting in the middle of a raging fire became the only evidence that it had even existed, and I was the only one to feel it.
Inch after inch of thick cock kept being fed into me and after looking down between my legs I could hardly believe how much more he had to give. I shut my eyes, squeezing out more tears, and gripped the sheets with both hands, my teeth clamped together tightly and my lips pulled back as I fought against the urge to scream.
I don’t know whether I blacked out for a moment or not, but my eyes fluttered open when I felt his balls come to rest on my ass. The effort of accommodating him took all my concentration, making me only nominally a participant in the sex. He was so big that I was just his fuck toy.
“You virgins are always so tight, so fucking perfect. You feel so good, Kristie. Hold on, this is going to hurt.”
Mr. Bertram let go of my shoulder and curled his fingers around my neck, holding me firmly but not to the point of discomfort. Perhaps only to remind me that my life was in his hands, to remind me that he was in charge, but when he started pumping his length in and out of my newly-deflowered pussy, a hand on my throat was the last thing on my mind.
The fire he had lit on his first stroke was fuelled and fanned by every thrust into me, burning hotter and hotter every time his balls slapped on my ass. The werebear paid no attention to my squeals and yelps, only seeming to fuck me harder every time I made a sound.
I held on to the sheets, I held on to his arm, anything I could grab as if I could hold on to coherent thoughts by doing so. I didn’t think I could take anymore when that fire in my pussy started to take on a different feel entirely.
Instead of burning purely with pain, there was a softer burn, a burn of pleasure. How that was possible I didn’t know, but even I could hear the change in tone in those sex-sounds I was making.
There was no doubt Mr. Bertram could hear it too, and maybe even feel me beginning to buck my hips against him to meet his pounding cock with my own need. Removing his hand from my throat, he slipped both arms under my knees and pulled them up over his shoulders before leaning forward and holding on to my own shoulders.
The new position allowed for even deeper penetration and I felt the tip of his cock brushing up against my cervix every time the impact of our bodies meeting made my feet shake almost comically in the air above my head. The burning sensation started to transform again, feeling more like the orgasm that had left me a wreck such a short time ago.
Over and over again, his cock sawed in and out of my pussy and that pleasure grew to a point that kept threatening to push me over the edge into orgasm territory but never quite got there. I was so close. So fucking close.
“F-f-fuck m-m-me h-harder, M-mr. B-bertram,” I stammered out between hard thrusts.
It was the only request I’d made that night that my English teacher granted, and I was thankful for it. From some hidden reserve of power and stamina he pounded me until, from my perspective, it looked like the whole room was shaking and that fire in my pussy finally lit a fuse that exploded the dynamite of my orgasm.
Once more my pussy pulsated with each wave of pleasure, almost seeming to travel the length of my tunnel in a milking motion, as if my body wanted that creamy load, wanted to risk impregnation. If that was the case, I felt my body get its wish in the midst of my orgasm when a torrent of hot semen blasted against my cervix, flooding my teen tunnel with every thrust and spurt.
“Oh yeaaaaaahh,” breathed Mr. Bertram over the incoherent sounds of my own climax.
The werebear let my legs slip off his shoulders and wrapped one arm around the back of my neck, the other hand trailing fingers all over my body and bringing forth a tingle in its wake wherever it moved. I panted, trying to recover my breath as the warmth of his seed seemed to spread out through my body and he whispered the filthiest and hottest things I could imagine into my ear.
I’d never dreamed of being fucked so well, by such a perfect mate. I could almost imagine his sperm swimming inside of me, doing their best to fulfil their only purpose in life, and I couldn’t help but feel like to not get pregnant was less than I owed him.
Somehow, everything that had been important to me before this night was secondary to having his babies, to making sure his family line continued. It was almost like that was my only purpose in life now.
*****
Explaining to my friends, family and police about how my abduction was an elaborate prank I had pulled to pay my friends back for railroading me into the camping trip was not easy. That’s putting it mildly.
Everybody around my town knew the legends. Experienced hunters had seen the trails left in our campsite and declared them to be real.
The odds were stacked against me, but at the end of the day what was going to be more believable? That a teenager organised a practical joke that went further than they intended, or that a fantastical beast out of local legend had come to life and abducted me?
So-called rational thinking won out in the end and the whole thing was soon swept und
er the carpet. Now for the really difficult part to explain, namely those two blue lines on the pregnancy test.
Maybe it’s time for Brad to pay me back the favour he’s owed me for the past few years and say he got me knocked up? We’ll see.
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One Night on Bearback Mountain 2
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A Rite of Passage...
Poor Erica has been dragged around the country more constantly than an army brat, but things start to look up when she moves to Faymeadow. All the moving around the country has left her completely inexperienced, but now that she's got a big group of friends and even a boyfriend, all that might change when they go for a camping trip on Bearback Mountain.
Local legends tell of a werebear that likes women just like Erica, likes to ravish them bareback and he never pulls out until he's good and finished. But... that's just a legend, right? Surely a werebear would be too big for her first time.
Take All of It September 2019 Page 152
