Banged In The Bayou (2 page)

“Oh for the love of cock!”

Chapter Five

At his prodding, I rolled over onto all
fours. His smooth vines wrapped around my middle, my neck, entwined
in my hair as he held me still. My pussy was now slick and
throbbing, begging for him to pound into me. I felt the head of one
cock slide across my slickness, coating my anus in my own
juices.

“Please.” The pressure he applied to my
throat, the pulling of my hair and the bind he had me in were
intoxicating. “Please. Fuck. Me.” I begged.

Suddenly, he slid the tip of one cock
into my core with ease and I tried with all of my might to slam
back against him so he would fill me. But his vines held me at bay
as he stroked my asshole. He removed the tip of his cock and ever
so gently poked it into my ass.

“Yes! Deeper!

I knew he couldn’t understand what I
was saying, so I ground my hips against him, forcing his cock into
me and I exploded into orgasm. Bucking wildly, until it was over as
he pumped into me; he expertly slipped his second dick into my
pussy.

I grabbed at the dry leaves covering
the hard ground, my nails bending back as The Thing fucked me
harder and harder with two cocks larger than any one dick I’d ever
seen before. The cum never stopped. Wave after wave hit me like a
tsunami. Over and over again, I cried out, screaming and panting,
begging for more.

“Don’t stop! Please, don’t
stop!”

Even more vines with tiny hairs
appeared and began stroking my nipples. In one swift move, he
flipped me over, and repositioned himself before slamming into me
with both shafts again. Suddenly, I felt his sharp teeth nibbling
at my neck, making their way down my body as he pounded into my
holes. He clamped onto a nipple with his teeth and began sucking. I
could smell blood and I didn’t care, I wanted more!

I writhed and humped in rhythm with him
until he pulled out of me once again. I cried out in anger; “Put
them back in! I need more! Fuck me, Swamp Thing, Fuck
Me!”

Still restrained by his vines, I became
animalistic, frantic to have his cocks back inside of me. He held
me to the ground as I whimpered and begged. An amused sort of
satisfaction flittered across his glowing eyes. I could see hi
long, hard shafts were still engorged and I was salivating. The
green color of them, the fleshy feel of them made me weak with
need. Just as I was about to scream out again, he plowed into
me.

We fucked and fucked for what seemed
like hours. The game of cat and mouse, give and take left me
cumming over and over again. The ground was soaked in our juices.
He pulled out and squirted all over my breasts and I rubbed it in
before sucking my fingers, lapping up the sweet, earthy taste as he
pounded into me again.

At some point, I finally blacked out
from the pleasure. When I awakened, I was back in my rental car,
fully clothed. My strappy sandals lay on the passenger seat beside
me. For a moment, I wondered if it were all an incredibly hot dream
brought on by exhaustion and dehydration.

“What the hell happened?” I reached for
the key and turned it in the ignition. The rental started and
purred like a kitten.

I sat there stupefied for a moment.
Unsure what had transpired, I picked up my cell phone and saw I had
several bars. The date on the home screen showed thirty-six hours
had passed since the car had broken down and I’d set off on my hike
to find help. At a loss for words, I put my car into gear and began
heading away from that swamp.

As I turned onto a main road, I caught
a glimpse of something large in the dense trees before it vanished.
I checked the rearview mirror and saw him raise one seaweed covered
arm to wave as I drove away. I slammed on the brakes and put the
car in park. Throwing the car door open, I hopped out to prove my
eyes weren’t deceiving me. But he was gone.

For the remainder of my trip, I
wondered why I was even bothering to go to The Gulf. No amount of
fancy drinks and hot life guards would ever compare to getting
banged in the bayou.

THE END

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Note From the Author:

Dear Reader,

Thank you for picking up a copy of
‘Banged In The Bayou', my debut short story. I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, this is a
work of fiction. It may seem far-out and ridiculous, but that’s
alright. It’s meant to be. This creation was just a way to blow off
some steam and have fun. I believe we all need that in such
troubling times.

Please remember to leave an honest
review for this if you have the time. Your support is greatly
appreciated.

Love,
Rosie

About The Author:

If you love humorous stories revolving
around everyday situations combined with seemingly
sexual-impossibilities, she's the author for you. After all, girls
just wanna have fun!