"I need you," was what she said instead.
"I hope so." He lunged forward, expertly sculpted stomach muscles allowing him to move like a ghost. He put his mouth over her nipple, sliding his hands down the side of her torso, around to her back where he softly massaged.
Pangs of pleasure bolted out from her nipple hole, his tongue and teeth around it, playing, teasing, squeezing, lapping back and forth and also teeth scraping gently, but not too lightly. He bit the flesh of her breast and sucked on it, looking up at her regularly to examine her pleasure. "Take off your clothes," he said.
She stood up and started to unbutton her skirt, but Hallard knelt up before her and moved her hands back away so he could do the task personally.
Melody rubbed her tits instead--she'd always loved to play with them--wriggling her body around to show how much she was enjoying this.
Hallard watched her with a grin on his lips and burning look in his eyes, as he tugged at her skirt. He yanked his arms outward with extreme power and broke the zipper apart, the buttons at the top flying away. Then, he pulled the skirt down quickly and Melody stepped over it, allowing him to toss it away in the dirt.
They wouldn't be needing it ever again.
"I'm so fucking hot for you," she said.
"And I've been dreaming of what you taste like." He didn't wait to find out, reaching around and grabbing her ass cheeks in big hands, and burying his mouth into her dripping slit. With his head tilted back in that position, kneeling before her, he watched her reaction as she took enjoyment from his mouth. His technique was entirely primitive, like a man who gained sustenance--actual energy and live force--from eating pussy. He groaned with satisfaction and sucked on her humble little clit, giving it special attention in between bouts of lapping up and down her opening with his thick, hot tongue.
Hallard's face was glazed with her juices, shining in the sun. She watched him from above, a fistful of his rich, dark hair in her fist, pulling him one way or another when she wanted extra attention in just the right spot. Melody was not stranger to getting her box eaten, but she'd never felt so wet before.
"I need to see that cock," she said.
Quick to impress, he stood up and pulled his shorts off with a fast, practiced motion. There he was, completely naked, ripped male body structure begging for someone to touch it, powerful enough to stop someone dead in their tracks, to kill, and kill for her as well.
There they were, together with nothing but their naked bodies and a youthful vigor. And Melody could not stop gaping. "That's beautiful ..." was all she could say. "Hallard, can I please suck your cock? It would be such an honor." She was playing with him for erotic effect, but also felt the words were true, secretly.
"Get on your knees," he said. She obeyed, planting each knee firmly in the ground before his tall figure. Hallard looked down upon her with a starkly juxtaposed shadow moving along the edges of his tanned face, the sun mostly at his back.
Down there on her knees, Melody grabbed his dick in both hands and faced it, eye-to-eye, at last. She could smell him and ached to touch herself, but resisted, willing to drive herself even farther up that mountain before jumping off the cliff.
For a few moments, she was lost in a world shared only between herself and that immense dick, swaying it in her hands from side to side, trying to fully appreciate how much detail she'd been missing by being high all the time. The colors, shapes, lights, sounds, scents, feelings, and emotions--all of those things were already pricking up beneath her skin and forcing themselves back to the surface where she could live with them, rather than trying to escape them in a black hole.
And that cock!
She opened wide and took him inside her mouth, causing him to moan as soon as her wet lips closed. Saliva flooded her mouth and mingled with that most manly taste imaginable: the taste of dick. Melody moved her lips down his long rod. The bulging veins pumped to keep him more solid than steel, and the whole shaft throbbed harder as Melody swallowed it.
Despite priding herself for so long on being able to deep throat like a porn star, Melody stopped when she choked herself a little, gagging quietly on the thick dick. She laughed nervously and looked up. "I guess I can't take you all, but I don't mind trying."
Hallard moaned again, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down. He stood with his pelvis pushed forward, as though he was presenting his manhood to her.
With a controlled breath through her noise, partially bringing in air at the sides of her mouth--suck that sweet, pungent smell of good dick--she furrowed her brow and pushed forward. Melody tried to gape her throat, willing it to widen and open and take whatever it was given.
She swallowed his whole dick.
Hallard's jaw dropped and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Melody grinned and watched his pleasure, waiting until he looked down at her. Yes, that's right. I'm your dirty whore now, my strong man. She winked at him, holding back her gag reflex with great power of will.
He grabbed her by the hair lightly and yanked her forward, getting his dick just that tiny bit farther down her throat, and then Melody had to let herself pull back before she started choking--but she was damn happy with her efforts.
Hallard let out a sound of joy. "Oh my fucking God," he said. "You're amazing."
"Thank you." Melody didn't give him much time to reflect, and continued to suck his dick, up and down, back and forth, bulging head dripping fragrant, delicious nectar at the peaks of his pleasure. Her tongue was a tornado, leaving even the slightest moment pronged with sharp-hot sensation and varied movements to fill Hallard with pleasure.
She wanted him to feel her appreciation for him as deep as his core. What better way to get to a man's core than by starting at the tip of his cock, working all the way down?
"I wanna fuck your face," she finally blurted out while taking a breath and reveling with her tongue, in the mixture of her own saliva and the juice from his cockhole. She continued to suck as he answered.
"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, see how hard you can ride me."
"Then get down on the dirt you filthy slut," she said with glee, trying her best to sound like a stern taskmaster," as she batted his erect phallus, letting it bounce and shimmer.
He did what she wanted, dropping his warm body on the grassy ground, where they'd already mixed up the soil so it was exposed above the green growth. The edges of his back and limbs were quickly encrusted with the dark brown crystals.
Melody turned while stepping over his brimming chest, angling her toes angelically to steady her body directly over him. With a last, eager glance back, she winked at Hallard, thoroughly comfortable with what they were doing and so happy to do it.
He grinned at her like a hungry wolf, no of course not a wolf. Like a powerful bear.
She bent her knees and lowered herself slowly but steadily, and he met the backs of her legs with his grip, bringing her down fast. Her ass jiggled with the force.
Hallard made a busy noise, starting to eat her pussy from beneath her, letting himself drown in her wet crack as his breathing was cut off from his nose. His was mouth too busy sucking on her engorged lips, forcing his tongue out, up into her swollen cunt hole.
He slapped her ass as he wore her like a mask. Then, he reached over and pushed her on the back.
Melody had been too caught up with the animal passion of mounting his face with her crotch, and had forgotten about her own part in this duo. Of course, she thought. It's not a 69 without the 6 and 9, sucking, licking, eating. She giggled with glee and shimmied herself around on him. It was just so good!
They created a hot, wet beast with only one back, arching around in a complete circle. Melody pushed her rear end out as she leaned over and draw her tongue along that delicious cock. It felt like she'd been without it between her lips for so long, and she smacked the weight of the still damp thing against her cheek and lips just to make herself appreciate it, worship this man's huge cock.
You're such a dirty sl
ut, she told herself and gushed fluids into Hallard's mouth. She began to pile drive his cock in her mouth, letting it tickle her throat-hole with each sharp downward motion. His pre-cum became more regular, tasting golden as the sun that massaged their naked bodies.
Her lower legs were getting muddy from her sweat and the dirt they were stirring up. The grass was flattened and disheveled, like a cheap floozy after too many wine coolers and a gang bang with some new acquaintances.
She pivoted over him while getting tongue fucked.
"I need to fuck you," Hallard finally said.
His entire length had somehow grown even bigger, and the head of his cock felt ready to burst in Melody's mouth. She lifted herself off his face, creating a moisture-suction noise as she did so, swooning at how she pulsed with pleasure. "How do you want me?"
"Get on your hands and knees."
"Okay, but let's not call it 'doggy style'."
"Deal," he said. "How about 'bear and woman' style?"
"Sounds fun," Melody replied. She turned herself so the sun wouldn't be directly in her face, and Hallard pushed her down onto the dirt.
"Is this how you imagined it would be, fucking a wild animal?"
"I can't say I ever thought about that, until I first set eyes on you in the woods, saving me. How about you shut up and show me what you can do with that thing?" Her ass was up, free in the gentle air that washed over her, cooling where she was wet with spit and her own fluids.
"With pleasure." Hallard leaned down to grab her ass and spread her cheeks, his face close to her opening, breathing heavily and taking her it in. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." He licked her asshole, making her jitter from the surprise pleasure.
She'd never gotten into taking it up the ass, but getting rimmed was another story. After a short time, she was too worked up to let him continue with mere foreplay. "Please fuck me. I need it," she said in a small, pathetically needy voice that she hoped turned him on. Her face was on the grass, which was slick with their sweat, and she crunched dirt beneath that, careful to keep it out of her eyes. She swirled around as his fist-like cockhead rubbed up and down her lips, stopping to circle her clit, then it finally split the center and worked deep into her. "Fuck, yes!" she exclaimed, again and again, until she lost the sense of whether she was actually saying the words, or just thinking them.
Hallard didn't hold back one iota, her throbbing cunt already begging to be stuffed. He pushed slowly, but firmly, then harder--hard enough to make her tits jostle beneath her as they hung in front of her.
She tilted her head forward and looked back, beneath her body. Her nipples were still hard, with his dried saliva coating the pink little nubs. Her flat stomach only dipped down a little, saved by her still young core muscles. It made her feel hot and desirable, young and able to do anything.
His balls were huge and hung tightly in his hairy sack. They came backward as he withdrew his dick, and then swung violently forward as he filled up her slippery wet pussy again. They smacked her pulsating clit on almost every thrust, and that felt good in a whole new way. She wanted to rub it but was too wary of the dirt staining her hands
No showers around here, and you don't need a cunt full of sand, she thought, and you can't come too soon.
He fucked her harder, faster, grabbed her long, matted hair like she was a prize horse being ridden up to the zenith of a towering cliff side: Come with me to the edge, my divine whore.
It began to hurt, the height of pleasure and pain, after being pounded into the soil for long enough. Melody couldn't stand it anymore--she had to come! So, she spat on her finger tips, wiped them clean on the shorts lying beside her, and started working the hood of her cunt vigorously--viciously--and her mind spiraled out form the expanding pleasure.
Finally, she screamed out, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me, don't stop, don't stop, Hallard. Fucking fill me up!"
And he did, using what must have been every ounce of his physical prowess to give it to her from behind.
Melody mounted wave after wave of building pleasure, each higher than the last. The teasing, sucking, wet mouths, all of it had been nothing compared to that moment of utter release, when it finally culminated into something with an end-purpose in sight.
Melody came--hard.
Hallard's hot, raging cum seared into her, driving forward, wet balls pressed against the gaping edge of her burning hole.
She gasped into the ground for some time, while Hallard rested his arms over her, kissing her back and stroking her. They were each in the slow, firm wake that must always followed such forceful passion.
He pulled himself out from her, and their love sprayed the fertile earth, sticking to itself, whiter than white in the clear sunlight.
They collapsed upon each other like so much spent semen, hot and satisfied at the job complete, ready to enjoy the safety of not having to yearn for anything--for a while at least. They kissed and lied together in the midday sun, near the old pickup with the broken rear windscreen.
Chapter Twenty-One
Colton was on the street again after the brightening sun had gone down, but he'd been staying in during the day. It was the only way to avoid that ever growing ball of light, which seemed to burn his eyes and cause headaches now.
Was I bit by a werewolf or a god damned vampire? he asked himself.
He hoped the strange colors in the sky would go away instead of becoming more vivid. Then, he could feel a little normal, track down this missing girl for her family, get paid again, rinse and repeat: get on with is life, even if he was a wolf man now.
He walked down the street wearing just a short-sleeved shirt and some casual slacks. Shoes were bothering him lately, his feet swelling at sporadic intervals. So, he went in his comfortable attire, but it didn't feel right not wearing his coat. The weather was fair, on the side closer to cool, but his skin still burned hot.
People looked at him crazy-like. It was probably the way he acted, restless and always on the edge of a knife. He had no idea if, and when, he might fall from the razor thin precipice, and then which way would he go? Into the dark void? To become a monster?
The taste of meat never left him, nor the smell. Everything about it, assaulting his senses in a constant barrage. He'd had to stop himself from gawking too long outside a late night butcher. One particular piece of meat caught his attention though, one that he hadn't thought about much lately. It was a beautiful young woman--almost certainly a professional.
He'd been afraid to masturbate, not sure if it might unleash some kind of animalistic fury. And what if Colton suddenly grew claws with his dick in his hand? The image was too much to think about.
This woman though, she was gorgeous, like a high-paid porn star, albeit one who'd been hit by a blast of life in the deep city.
"Hey, mister-no-shoes. You look like you're easy going," she said with a flitting, ashtray tongue as Colton walked by.
He stopped and faced her, breathing in deeply. "You smell good," he said, taking a good look at her, up and down.
"Why, thanks." She was wearing a corset, bright red and plastic-like. Her fleshy melons were squeezed together and pushed up invitingly. A denim miniskirt was practically painted onto her shapely figure.
"I bet you'd taste good too," Colton said.
Her fuck-me boots made her several inches taller. They brought her almost eye-to-eye with Colton, at his impressive, yet kind of lanky, height.
"You know, you can find out easy enough. Most guys don't like going down on hookers though."
"Lately, I've realized there is something I need to come to terms with," he said.
The pretty hooker, red lips and big brown eyes, tussled her bright blonde hair playfully. "What's that?" she said.
"I'm not like most men anymore." He knew he should force back his primal instinct, fight toward the light of the day. A lot of people knew the right things to do, but it didn't usually matter when face-to-face with their true desires. "How much for everything you've go
t?" he asked.
His question was greeted with a sly, red-lipped smile, which was quickly replaced with her street-wise scowl. That smile appeared again the moment Colton handed the woman a thin pile of large bills.
"That's going to get you a whole lot. I'm yours for the night, big boy." Her smile went away again, replaced by a cunning glare. It was somewhere between distain and genuine sexual desire.
Colton wondered if she'd always had that look about her. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Sunset. I go down every night."
They went back to his apartment and got comfortable on the sofa.
Sunset leaned forward and reached into her handbag on the coffee table at grabbed a cigarette and lighter. Leaning back again, looked from his crotch to his face. "What do you want first?"
"Sorry about the mess," Colton said insincerely. Seemed like the thing to say to any guest, not that he ever had any.
"You don't do this sort of thing much, do you?" The spark from her lighter made Colton's pupils boom.
Still on edge.
"First time paying."
"Oh? Well, since you paid in advance, and so well, I'll have make it extra special." She winked and unzipped his pants.
Colton had been harboring a noticeably larger piece since he'd been bitten. It didn't just grow suddenly, but he figured more of his blood found its way to his dick, making it expand and swell with force he hadn't known since his first days of hiding nudie magazines from his mother as a teen. Only, now it was much larger.
"I like what you've got here," she said. It was safe to say she was only in her early twenties. The way she spoke and acted though, was more like she was fifty-something. She started to suck. Plastic, moist lips, pretty and tingling.
Colton was completely hard before she'd even brushed her lips beyond the mild flange, where his dick's purple head kicked up slightly as it met his vascular shaft. Desperately, he wanted to grab her head and impale it.
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