His hands moved to the collar of her blouse on the right side of her neck. He ripped apart what little material was remaining, then did the same on the other side. The two halves of her blouse floated to the stone floor.
Melinda was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling. Her camisole was wet from the spilled water and it clung to her mounds. Her dark, hard nipples and her areolas were prominent against the thin material.
The Creature used his claw on the right spaghetti strap of her camisole. It seemed to take forever but he eventually sawed through it. He repeated the procedure on the other strap.
All that was keeping her top on her breasts was the clinging of the wet cloth. She looked down, staring in fascination, as he hooked his nail on the cloth between her breasts and slowly dragged it down and off.
She heard a slight guttural growl, the first sound that had come from her captor/tormentor.
Her naked breasts were glistening in the firelight from the water and from the sweat of arousal that Melinda had no way of controlling.
She watched as his fingernail repeated its earlier explorations; this time there was no cloth to diffuse the contact. The point of his nail poked her right nipple and Melinda gasped. He proceeded to lightly trace around the rock-hard nub with his nail, the stimulus causing the areola to goose bump.
“Good gawd,’’ she thought, “I’m being raped but I feel like I’m being seduced.’’
His sharp claw/nail proceeded to her left nipple and repeated its teasing exploration. Then he took each protrusion between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled the nubs. He pulled them upward, lifting her breasts. He let go and her firm mounds bounced and jiggled as they returned to their normal positions.
The Creature continued to play with her mounds, using his huge hands to mold and fondle.
Then he leaned his head toward her left breast. As he got closer, she got a whiff of his scent _ an animal, musky, damp dog type of smell. Then her eyes widened as his long tongue snaked out of his mouth and made contact with her hard nipple.
Melinda gasped at the electric-like sensation that shot from her nipple to her pussy. His raspy tongue was powerful and limber and he proceeded to lick and lap her nub in ways she had never experienced.
Then he lapped the flat part of his tongue up and down over the tip of her breast. It felt like wet sand paper.
As his tongue busied itself, he brought his large hand up to cup her right breast. The leathery palm of his hand rubbed back and forth over that erect nub. The two sensations were different but maddeningly stimulating .
After he had satisfied his desire for breast play, The Creature’s hands made their way down over her torso to her hips.
Her shorts were beltless under her fanny pack. His fingers traced over the fanny pack belt as if he was testing its strength. He grabbed it in both hands near the buckle and yanked. The plastic was no match for his strength and it broke. He flung the fanny pack into a far corner of the cave.
Melinda’s arousal was interrupted by the reality that her fanny pack contained her car keys and cell phone. She made a mental note of the general direction the pack flew.
While removing her blouse and camisole had been a patient procedure, The Creature was ready to see all of his captive. He yanked at her shorts; the button gave way and then the zipper was pulled apart with another large ripping sound. He yanked them as far down her spread legs as they would go then he grabbed them at the apex of the zipper and simply ripped them in two.
Melinda heard another throaty growl as The Creature looked at her white panties. His finger traced up and down over her mound, pushing between her lips.
“AAAGHhhhHH,’’ she gasped. “Nooooo. PLEASE, don’t touch me there.’’
She felt the pointy nail prodding just above her mound. Then his hairy knuckle, which was twice the size of any man’s, started to rub up and down her slit, pushing at her pussy lips through the soft material of her panties.
Melinda knew she was wet. The thought of being aroused by this creature was insane but the way he had slowly stripped and fondled her had put her body on auto pilot.
After rubbing his knuckle back and forth a few times, he brought it to his nose and sniffed. Another growl, one that could have been interpreted as a sound of satisfaction.
He hooked his fingers in the waist band of her panties, at her hips. With a quick yank, the seams on both sides gave way. Other than the ruined camisole that was bunched just above her waist, Melinda naked but for her tennis shoes and socks.
The Creature again used his thick knuckle to rub up and down her slit. Melinda trembled as it rubbed over her erect clit, then down between her sweet lips. Each passage of his knuckle was different _ soft and teasing; slightly harder, then rough and demanding. Melinda moaned as he teased her pussy.
She had not given much thought how this foreplay was affecting The Creature. She found out when he stopped diddling her pussy and stood up.
Pointed directly at her face was his rock hard cock. It was a 12-incher, brownish in color, like a tree branch. The swollen round head was a darker brown. His cock curved upward.
He gripped the base of his cock and moved closer to her.
“NOOOOOOO, GAAAWDDDD, PLEEEEEASSSSE. It’s too big.”
She turned her face away but his other hand reached behind her head and gripped her hair. Melinda realized that with his strength and power plus her helplessness, resisting his assault was a losing proposition.
He forced her face back to his cock. He used his other hand to lower its angle so that the bloated head touched her lips. He rubbed his cock head back and forth over her lips. His pre cum was copious and it coated her lips.
The Creature continued to bump his cock against her lips while pulling her head forward with his other hand. Melinda finally gave in and opened her mouth wide. The head of his cock filled her mouth. Her tongue washed over the invader and a slight spurt of pre cum gave her a taste. It was salty with a vaguely nutty flavor.
He began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her wet mouth. Both hands were on her head now, keeping it in place and helping guide his face fucking motions. Melinda could only handle about half his length and her tongue had little room to maneuver as she tried to swath his swollen cock head.
Without warning, The Creature started to shoot his wad. The first spurt battered the back of Melinda’s throat. The first load of jizz was amazingly large and she was afraid she might choke.
But The Creature had other plans. He pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out of her mouth. The second spurt, as large as the first, shot upward; Melinda could feel it splat in her hair.
He fisted his cock and leaned back on his haunches. The next shot hit her chin. He lowered his aim as his cock continued to spurt copious amounts of Creature cream. He coated her breasts with the jizz, which was thick like icing. Drops clung to her hard nipples.
When his cock stopped spurting, his hands moved to her cum-coated breasts. He rubbed them, massaging and spreading his seed over her mounds.
The Creature stood up and Melinda was stunned to see that his cock was still fully erect. He reached up and untied one of her wrists and then the other. He pushed her back, supporting her with one hand. Melinda felt her ass make contact with something. He kept leaning her backward until she was supine on a large flat rock. He re-tied her hands above her head.
The Creature kneeled between her splayed legs. His tongue moved over her thighs and then up to her pussy.
“AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHH” she screamed when that powerful tongue cleaved its way through her slit. The tip of his tongue probed and teased her clit as it had teased her nipples. It swirled around her most sensitive bud, the broad surface rough and wet, the tip smooth and probing. He brought his knuckle up and rubbed between her quivering pussy lips, pushing in as far as it would go.
Melinda let out a piercing shriek as her pussy’s nerve endings fully ignited and she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm.
Her body was trembling and she was gasping for breath but The Creature had no intention of allowing her recovery time.
His tongue then traveled up over her stomach to her heaving breasts. He licked her cum covered breasts the way a mama cat cleans a kitten. Melinda’s head lolled back and her eyes closed at the sensation of the warm wet tongue bathing her mounds. Her nipples were hard bullets, poking straight up as his tongue licked and lapped at her tits. Her back instinctively arched, forcing her breasts against his tongue and mouth. What was left of her rational thinking told her that her body was simply responding to being overly stimulated.
TRULY FUCKED
Satisfied with his oral work on her mounds and rock-hard nipples, The Creature stood up. His cock had remained erect, curving upward at its end. He moved closer between her legs, fisted the base and rubbed the swollen head between her breasts, then over her nipples. He used the swollen head to flatten and flick her nipples. It was a sensation Melinda had never felt and she felt her pussy spasming. He slowly trailed his cock down over her belly.
When Melinda realized her intentions, she raised her head and looked down between the valley formed by her heaving breasts. She saw his cock moving toward her pussy, which was still tingling from her orgasm.
“NOOOOOO, PLEEEEAAAASSEEE, DON’T,’’ she pleaded. “Don’t stick that inside. God, please, it won’t fit.”
His cock head moved through the patch of trimmed pussy hair above her slit and then made contact with her clit. He used his cock to rub her sensitive nub like he had used it on her nipples, the smooth swollen head spreading his pre (post?) cum over and around her love button, slicking it down. She could hear the squishing sounds. She was trembling, her lungs gasping for air.
The Creature slipped his cock lower until the bulbous head rested between her splayed and slippery pussy lips. Again, he rubbed his cock head up and down her slit, pushing and teasing against the opening of her cunt tunnel.
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