Richard Mountbatten - Spell of the Beast

"Please… Oh, please!" she whined, raising her head, eyes open, now, to beg, pleadingly, down at his leering face. "Please, don't do this to me!"

The horrifying knowledge that she had no control of her body overwhelmed her, the impact of the realization bringing deep sobs of shame from her, but he went on and on, licking at her wet, open pussy, her body quivering uncontrollably, with the overpowering assault on the raw nerve-endings of her palpitating and unsatiated cunt. She clenched her teeth, grinding them, vexatiously, her determination that she must resist to the very end waned rapidly before the spasmodic sensualism that had taken control of her body. But, she knew, even then, as she resisted with all her moral strength, that she had lost the battle, that it was of no further use to resist. It was a spontaneous decision, forced upon her, and reluctantly, she surrendered the field to him.

Suddenly, she no longer fought against him… against herself, because the intense, ecstatic rapture that his licking tongue brought her was a voluptuous sensation that she had never known existed… could exist. Her love-hungry cunt had to be filled, now!

For too long, her soft, rounded body had cried out for fulfillment… too long she had denied Jimmy… denied herself, not knowing the capacity of the human body for erotic stimulation, foolishly, thinking that their couplings had been the accomplishment of full sexuality. How wrong… Oh, God…! How wrong she had been!

"Buzz! Buzz! OOOOooooh! Love me! Love me… good!" she pleaded, her now shamelessly aroused body squirming and undulating under his long, wet lingual member. She raised herself up to him, wanting more and more of it… more of everything. She reached with both hands, grasping either side of his head and pulled him in tight to her throbbing, widespread cuntal furrow, as she cried out from deep in her soul, begging for the thing she wanted most. Shame, degradation, morals, pride, religion end even her injured husband were forgotten in the insane, demanding throes of Sybaritic rapture.

The pilot could hardly contain his joy as he continued to lash his agile tongue deep into the searing, cock-hungry passage of her vagina, while she thrust the cusp of her crotch up at him in total submission to his will. The soft, silky and golden hair ringing her pulsating cunt teased his nose and tickled his cheeks as she slowly and against her will began to undulate her buttocks in regular rhythm, and he held his tongue rigid and allowed her to move on his tongue. He glanced up to see that her face reflected the sensuality she felt; her eyes were glazed and her jaw hung loose as she gave herself over to the rapturous sexual joy.

He watched her and knew that it would not be long before she would be completely beyond her point-of-no-return. Then, he intended to get the fullest pleasure possible from her aroused and writhing young body. It would only be a few moments before he shoved his aching, demanding prick into her tight little cunt and fuck her like she had never been fucked before, shooting his building load of hot semen up into the depths of her quivering belly… he would fuck her until she screamed in ecstasy; it was almost time for her to learn what it was like to be a fully sexual woman.

Joan's heart pounded beneath her breasts as she writhed and squirmed up against the insane licking tongue of Buzz Henson. She thought she would go crazy from the sheer erotic desires he was causing in her love-starved loins, the agonized ecstasy of wanting and waiting were too much. She couldn't wait any longer.

Oh, God! It's gone on and on… and on! When will he ever stop? I-I need his long… hard… penis in me… to… make it… complete! OOoooh! I'm burning up! I need it! I want it… so much!

Eons of time had passed, it seemed to her, since he had begun his wild sucking at the very core of her wet, sensitive and open slit. The sensations tumbling through her were building to an explosive level. If he didn't stop soon she would go out of her mind! Suddenly, he did stop!

"Oh, God… Buzz! Don't stop… now!" she wailed in her uncontrolled agony, "please don't stop!"

Sensitive nose snuffing, huge grizzled body moving gracefully on silent padded feet, ears and eyes attuned to everything that made a sound or moved in the primeval forest, his home and natural habitat, the great Grizzly Bear moved through his territory, the man-scent strong in his nostrils, the hated odor rankling and irritating him. He was not hungry, his carnivorous appetite was satiated; there was plenty of small game in his forest, fish in the streams, berries growing on bushes and honey dripping from not a few of the lightning-blazed hollow trees. Now, the hated humans were in sight; he stood still and watched. They seemed to be harmless, unaware of his presence and no present danger to himself. Then, he smelled it! It was the gun-smell! He hated and feared it! That odor spelled danger to him, and he lumbered about turning to leave that place to the humans and their gun.

There was something else! The odor of it wafted through the air to him. Another animal had entered his domain!

From the branch of a pine tree tawny eyes surveyed the ridge, nose wrinkled above half-snarling lips as the great cat sorted out the scents, the hated man-smell, the odor of his gun… and stronger, the smell of the giant he-bear. The mountain lion swished his tail, angrily, and a low growl escaped him.

The Grizzly paused, snuffing and listening. He recognized the cat-scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning from the mountain lion and uttered his own barely audible growl of irritation; then he moved off into the underbrush until he came to a tall pine tree. Standing up on his hind feet, the huge Grizzly Bear reached high up with his forepaws, the lancet-sharp claws slashing into the rough bark nine feet above the ground to leave his mark… his territorial warning to the mountain lion who had violated his domain. Dropping, now, to all four feet, again, the Grizzly moved off down the slope toward the stream. His stomach told him that it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout from the stream, below.

The primitive drama was played and the man and woman on the blanket were unaware of it. Their senses were not attuned to the affairs of the forest. They were in that wilderness but were not a part of it. They were truly alien beings in that place, in that time. Their concentration was on each other and the feral, rutting sensations of their senses.

"You're hot, now, baby!" Buzz croaked. "Hot enough to fuck… and that's what I'm going to do! I'm going to fuck you so hard… you'll never forget it!"

Joan couldn't talk… she couldn't move; her naked body was petrified with fear, suddenly, as with her thighs raised and splayed wide open to him, her breasts swollen and painful where his hands had dug cruelly into them and as her breathing came in short, passionate, panting gasps, her belly quivering and cringing, her eyes locked upon his long, thick, lust-inflamed cock that jutted from his loins like a giant cudgel, capable it seemed to her, on the instant, of inflicting grievous wounds on her tender genital parts.

Dear Lord! It's so huge! I won't be able to take it… inside of me!

"Oh, God, Buzz… don't…" Joan whimpered as he wedged his hips between her legs, holding himself up slightly above her, supporting himself on his lean, strong arms. "I-I can't… take that monster… inside of me! It'll split me… wide open!"

He ignored her plea; he dropped his head and sucked up a coral nipple of her breast into his hungry mouth, his teeth nipping into it painfully, as he bit hard enough to break the skin and the sweet taste of her blood was strong on his tongue, then, he raised his head, pulling the nipple grasped in his teeth, stretching it and causing her to writhe in pain under him. She groaned aloud at the sharp twinge of delicious pain, the fluttering agony of it mixed with her sexual desire that caused simultaneously a spasm of masochistic sensual delight in her undulating crotch that moved up, uncontrollably, to brush against the hard, swollen head of his cock. The unexpected contact producing racing thrills that beat wave upon wave of nerve-searing need into her consciousness, and she moaned an animalistic, choking paean of urgent need.