Monster Sex Stories (20 page)

Shell
shocked she got up and kept climbing, her entire body aching and her
thoughts in a jumbled disarray. Sobs came out of her throat as cold
began to settle across the mountain, she crossed her arms over her
breasts wishing she had worn something warmer than the thin
sweatshirt and denim shorts. Her feet, despite the hiking boots and
thick socks, began to blister and she was limping as she entered a
tiny clearing.

A
ramshackle cabin sat there. She stared at it, wondering if it were an
optical illusion created by hysteria and hope. It looked solid enough
so she started for it, her limbs trembling and her teeth chattering.

She
pressed her fingers against the door, expecting it to be spongy with
rot or splintered but oddly enough it was smooth and firm. She
pressed hard and the door opened silently. Trepidation filled her but
just then a stiff wind blew down the mountain, sending her fleeing
into the shelter of the cabin.

There
was just enough light left for her to see the fireplace and the wood
stacked in front of her. She staggered over to it and fumbled along
the primitive mantelpiece until she found a book of matches. She
dropped to her knees and began to hurl chunks of wood into the brick
fireplace but she could not make the fire stay lit. She burned out
four matches before her panic subsided long enough for her to
remember she had to start it using smaller pieces of wood first.

She
did get it going and when a satisfying flame had sprung up she held
her hands out to it. Now that she was not terrified of being outside
and all that entailed: starving predatory animals, exposure and an
accident that might leave her with a broken arm or leg, she could
think a little more clearly.

In
her bag there were still some snacks. She opened it up, finding a few
beef jerky strips and an apple. She curled up in front of the fire
and munched on the Spartan dinner. She felt incredibly well, despite
the fact that she was lost, food and shelter had brightened her
spirits.

The
wind soughed around the pines and she looked around the cabin, a
rough bed sat in one corner. She went to it and gingerly picked off
the covers. They smelled bad but she was too tired to care, she
crawled inside the bed and rolled up into a tight ball and went to
sleep.

***

She
woke to an angry roar. She blinked her eyes opened, confusion her
first response at the sight of the shadowy interior of the cabin. Her
eyes turned toward the source of the sound and a scream jerked itself
out of her throat.

The
thing staring at her was huge, twice as huge as an ordinary man. It
had a low forehead and eyes that glared out at her from under shaggy
eyebrows the same black as the heavy shock of hair on its head.

She
shrieked as she pushed herself back against the wall, the rough wood
rubbing her delicate flesh through her shirt. The thing stepped
closer and she saw its hands, large and covered with hair at the
knuckles, and its lower body.

The
scream, which had not changed in intensity since she had opened her
mouth, abruptly cut off. She stared in fascinated awe at the heavy
and thick penis that hung from a mat of coarse black curls.

An
odd sensation jolted into her being; a trembling feverish excitement.
She stared up at its face and it grunted and turned away, giving her
a glimpse of well-muscled ass cheeks. She swallowed hard, her breath
a gasp as she fought the urge to reach out and touch those hard and
flexing glutes.

“
What
the hell is wrong with you?” she asked herself. “That’s
an ogre.”

It
was an ogre, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. The ogre
had human eyes and a straight nose but its mouth was heavy lipped and
filled with teeth. Thick black hair waved back from the high forehead
and it had a heavy beard of the same sooty color. She wanted to run
away but she also wanted to crawl closer.

“
I’m
sorry,” she said. “I was lost and I was cold.”

The
ogre grunted and tossed something at her. She ducked instinctively
then she picked it up. It was a bunch of wild grapes, dusky red and
filled with sweet juice. “Thank you,” she said politely
before ripping one off the vine and stuffing it into her mouth. The
flavorful juice spat out into her mouth, reminding her she had not
eaten much and that she had been walking for a long time. She
finished the grapes and looked up to see the ogre standing closer to
the bed.

His
cock had stiffened slightly. It jutted out a bit from his large heavy
body and she stared it again, helpless to stop herself. Even as she
started the head of it swelled even further, turning a dusky purple
as it engorged with blood.

“
Oh,”
she said softly.

He
came closer, his enormous hands splayed out by his sides. A gold ring
glinted from one finger and his footsteps shook the floor. Fear
mingled with excitement as he bent over the bed and shoved her onto
her back. Her throat locked shut as his nostrils hovered above the
skin of her neck.

She
was too afraid to close her eyes, she was terrified that he she was
about to discover herself the victim of cannibalism, his hands came
up and her sweatshirt bunched and twisted into them. She looked down
and saw him rip it in half as easily as if he were tearing a spider
web.

Thrills
of lust shot through her, shocking her nearly senseless. She was
about to die, she was sure of yet she was wet, soaking wet. Her
panties felt sticky and her breath shuddered in and out as he rubbed
her breasts in hard rude movements. Her nipples peeked up, growing
painfully taut as he plucked at them and pinched them.

Pain
and pleasure hazed her thinking. He stepped back, something changing
on his face. She caught a breath, wondering what would happen next.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out. His nose came back
and he snuffled and sniffed along her belly.

Cold
air ran across her exposed breasts and belly and the flames from the
fireplace licked across the ceiling, casting warmth toward her. She
had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. She kept waiting for the
lethal bite of his teeth in her belly but that never came, instead he
pressed his face into her crotch and sniffed long and hard at her
crotch.

“
I’m
a bather so it should be right as rain down that way,” Amy said
in a crazily cheerful voice. Hysterical giggles exploded form her
mouth and her feet kicked out in a reflex action against the ticklish
sensation and the fear. His hard hands pinned her to the crude
mattress, she fought for a moment, not because she thought she could
get away but because it felt good, though she couldn’t have
said why.

The
shorts ripped off of her so fast and hard that they left a long red
chafed mark along her waist. Amy yelled at flailed her fists out at
him and he caught them easily in one hand. His other hand moved
between her legs, his thick fingers coarsely rubbing against her
slippery outer lips.

Sensation
ignited inside her. She kicked and yelled and he used his free hand
to press her into the mattress while the one exploring between her
legs became more insistent. His finger slid into the opening there,
shallowly piercing her.

Breath
died in her mouth. The weight and thickness of the finger inside her
was so pleasurable that her back arched upward in a silent plea for
more. He went deeper, tickling against her tight walls as he did so
and she mewled out an assent.

Teeth
grazed her nipples and she shrieked in alarm before grunting in
satisfaction as his lips closed tightly around her nipple and sucked
so hard that a sliver of pain twisted into her.

He
stepped back and Amy stared up at him, cries of protest ringing out.
His weight was enormous, when he moved back to her and onto the bed
it creaked and groaned beneath him. For a second she was sure it
wouldn’t hold his weight and that they would both topple to the
dirty floor but it held. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above
her head, she fought back by kicking and twisting side-to-side.

He
waited for her to tire and then his fingers quested inside her once
more. Slippery juices coated her lips and he rubbed his fingers in
them before plunging them into her depths. She cried out as a strange
uncoiling feeling began in her belly. Her inner thighs shook and her
ass cheeks clenched while her heels dug into the mattress.

He
would overcome her; that she knew. His brute strength and heavy
features only intensified her anticipation. She bucked wildly and he
responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head to
one side while his teeth went to the creamy column of her neck and
bit sharply at the delicate flesh there.

“
Oh
you fucker!” Amy shrieked.

His
teeth came terribly close to her nipples, grazed them and then moved
lower. She expected him to sniff her again but instead of repeating
that animal-like gesture he licked her belly, leaving little
quivering feelings racing along her body. When his tongue left wet
trails along her swollen labia she gave in totally. Her eyes closed
in blissful surrender and she grabbed a handful of his hair, arching
her back to his face.

He
nibbled and licked her pussy and he wasn’t delicate about it.
His hands held her hips hostage and she squirmed. The cruelty of his
hands and the sweetness of his caresses was too much for her take,
she came in a huge pulsing jet: creamy white fluids splattering his
face and soaking the bed below her.

“
Welcome
to my fairytale,” she said in a dazed voice and heard, she
could swear it, an answering laugh from him.

He
knelt between her legs and spread them open wider. She didn’t
try to fight him, her legs were so open that her pussy felt stretched
but as he rubbed the head of his enormous cock against her slick
opening fear hit her, he was so big and she had never had sex, it
would hurt… before any of those thoughts could coalesce he
thrust into her in one hard and sudden movement that sent pain
spiraling deep into her body and screams rising from her chest and
throat.

He
held her down, refusing to let her get away. She was impaled on his
cock and she was positive that he had gone all the way to the hilt
with that thrust but she saw he had not .

His
cock was halfway in her pussy; she could see the shaft of it
protruding from his body. The rest was buried in her pussy. He moved
again and another inch disappeared inside her golden brown curls and
her walls were forced open further.

“
Oh
that feels so good!”

It
did; everything in her wanted more even as she shrank away from the
idea of it. His cock gave a hard throb inside her and she groaned as
hot fluids erupted inside her. His cock didn’t stiffen however,
he just seemed to view the ejaculation as lubrication and indeed it
did act as such, she opened under his weight and unrelenting
pressure.

The
bed squealed and squeaked as he fucked her harder and faster.
Friction and heat combined, sending Amy over the edge again and
again. His hands kept her pinned down and occasionally he would bite
her neck or breasts, she knew she would bear those bite marks the
next day but she didn’t care.

This
was what she had longed for: rough and tumble sex that was
unapologetic and primal. Energy sang along her veins even as she came
again, her legs wrapping around his thick waist and her fingers
clawing at the rock hard muscles of his back and ass. She let her
fingertips rest on his ass cheeks, feeling the flex and release as he
drove his rigid member into her.

His
face was as red and closed as a fist, his teeth studded deeply into
his bottom lip. He roared, a sound that shook the wall, and then he
strained forward one final time.

Gooey
heated streamers of come splashed into her, splattering her walls and
trickling out of her aching pussy.

Amy
lay there limp and exhausted, unable to move as she was trapped below
his huge body. Eventually he moved away and she heaved a sigh of
relief at that. He brought her a handful of water and she drank it
from his palm and then he covered her with the blanket.

She
fell asleep within minutes.

***

The
sound of birds singing woke her up. Her eyes flew open and she stared
at the ceiling feeling disoriented and slightly frightened. There was
an unfamiliar ache in her crotch to go along with the unfamiliar
surroundings and she lay there for a moment until it all came
flooding back. She bolted to a sitting position, her eyes searching
frantically along the cabin walls.

The
door opened a man walked in. She gawked at him, he was taller than
average, a little over six feet tall. His blue eyes looked out at her
from a deeply tanned face and even white teeth showed through his
neatly trimmed black beard.