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Authors: Mindy Kay
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Bearly Human
Mindy Kay
Bearly Human – Mindy Kay – Copyright – May 21
st
2015
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TEASER:
“You may think this sounds awful, but I don’t care. I’ve been experiencing a sexual renaissance that I never would have dreamed of before I met my neighbour, and I didn’t care if one of the side effects was that I was becoming an objectively worse person. When you cum as hard as I have, you care a lot less about what other people think of you.”
WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of hot, steamy sex. Reader discretion is advised.
Dedicated to Greg.
I probably shouldn’t be telling anyone this, but to be honest, I just want to get it out of my system. I may not care particularly what you think of me, or what anyone thinks of me, for that matter.
But still, some distant part of myself, some distant part of my religious upbringing is crying out for me to confess my sins, and on this day I have chosen to oblige it.
When my husband left for work at the beginning of the day, I would arrange to go to the man across the street, my secret lover, so that we could make the most of his absence.
Though as far as I was concerned, he’d been absent for years. He hadn’t touched me in months, and we each knew in our hearts that the divorce must be imminent. We’d had no discussion about this, but I could feel it was true, and if he did not, then he must have been even more blind than I thought.
You may think this sounds awful, but I don’t care. I’ve been experiencing a sexual renaissance that I never would have dreamed of before I met my neighbour, and I didn’t care if one of the side effects was that I was becoming an objectively worse person. When you cum as hard as I have, you care a lot less about what other people think of you.
Besides, with how certain I was of the impending doom of my childless marriage, I was equally certain that my husband must have been taking up other women behind my back. Though in his case, he was probably resorting to prostitutes. I doubted he would have hit the adulterous jackpot that I had; a chance encounter with the rarely seen person who lived in the big creepy house across the street. The shocking realization that he was by no means creepy, and neither was his house.
And the swift realization that this not creepy man with enough money to own a massive old house, also harbored a burning desire to set your loins on fire.
No, my husband would be paying some forty-six year old woman with sores on her face to suck his dick behind the city bank at two in the morning.
He wouldn’t be living the sexual fantasy that I was.
I stepped out my front door and turned to lock it behind me. His house loomed large across the street as I turned to look at it, looking out of place in the suburban neighbourhood. He had paid off a lot of people to leave the big old house exactly as it was while the world around it was changing over the years.
He’d told me that the house was a family heirloom, and that he would spend his entire fortune to keep it as it was, if it came to that.
But he doubted that it would. He would need to buy half the city outright before being concerned about putting a dent in his finances.
Looking in the driveway of our house, I saw that my husband’s car was gone. I knew that it must have been, I’d heard him leave nearly half an hour ago. But it still filled me with relief every time I checked and was able to confirm that yes, indeed, he was gone for the day.
With the amount of pleasure it gave me to see that he was gone, I briefly wondered if I would be happier if he were simply dead. It was a terrible thought, and I’ll admit that it really was awful of me to be thinking like that, but still. I wasn’t planning anything. It’s not as if I would actually take any steps to make something like that a reality.
But still, all I really wanted was for him to be out of my life, so that I would be free to fuck the man across the street every single day.
Or at least until he became sick of me for whatever reason.
And after that? I don’t know, I’d do whatever I wanted at that point.
I crossed the street and made my way up to his front door, feeling the morning sunlight on my skin and enjoying it while I could. After I entered the house, I may well stay inside until well after the sunset. I was prepared to send my husband a text saying that I’d be out for the evening, just to get away with staying over as long as possible.
I rang on the doorbell and waited for less than five seconds before the door was opened by an attractive young man in a robe. He’d clearly been waiting for me like that.
As with every time that I saw him, I was struck by his beauty.
I’d always assumed that he hid himself away in his house because he was ashamed of himself somehow, but looking at him now, I knew that he had nothing at all to be ashamed of.
Least of all the treasure he kept between his legs.
“Hey there,” he began, “are you lost?”
“Yes,” I said, “do you know where I can find a big cock to stuff in my pussy?”
“I think I may.”
He stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
“Though you may not want to be so vulgar while we’re outside together. Someone could overhear you.”
“There’s no one out there,” I said, waiting inside as he shut and locked the door, “everyone is either inside or at work.”
“Yeah, maybe. Still, it never hurt to be cautious.”
“You worry too much.”
“And you’re becoming too vulgar for your own good.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I never told you you had to talk dirty to me,” He said, “I only told you to put the cock in your mouth and don’t forget to swallow.”
“If you’re going to talk to me like that,” I said, “then do it while you’re fucking me.”
He took me in his arms.
“I think we’ve talked plenty enough for today.”
My clothes were off immediately, and I was on my hands and knees before I knew it. I waited for him to get his cock inside me, and I did not need to wait long. He pressed his warmth into me, and I shuddered with the pleasure as he filled me up with himself. I was wet for him without him needing to do anything to stimulate me; I dampened his cock, lubricating him as he slid in and out, picking up the pace, as his cock grew more and more slippery.
I felt his hand reach around my hips and descend upon my clitoris, working me from the outside while he penetrated me from behind. I moved in time with his thrusts, riding the rhythm of his cock and hips while he rode the shape of my body.
I could have cum right then and there and been happy, but he pulled out and did not return. I knew better than to ask what he was doing. He would take me exactly as he pleased; it wasn’t my place to ask him those kinds of questions. I was his fuck toy, his slave, and I would follow his command.
He took me with his hands and turned me over onto my back. He went down between my legs and stuck his tongue into my pussy, tasting me from inside, while massaging my clit with his hand, while his remaining hand gripped my hip. I accepted the gift of his tongue and stared at the ceiling, feeling my pleasure growing, feeling the weight of it building in my crotch.
As it began to me too much for me, he stood back and put his cock in again, looking down at me as he did it. He needn’t thrust his manhood into me for very long at this point, I was practically melting against his cock. I took over from him and thrashed my fingers against my clit. My pussy pulsed with ecstasy for him, my cum squeezing out of my around his cock and he continued to fuck me.
Soon I lay spent on the bed beneath him, looking up in a daze, as he rode me closer to his own orgasm. I leaped and jiggled on the bed beneath him, a giant human condom for his pleasure.
Before he came, he took himself out of me and came up toward me. He put his cock into my mouth and I accepted it gratefully. I didn’t need to suck on him very much before he was pumping hot semen into my tongue and down my throat. He held my head in place, and I drank from his cock as if it would give me immortal life.
When he was done, I still sucked his cock, tasting and licking him, until he grew tired of this. He pulled out of me and stepped off the bed, walking away into the nearby washroom.
But I knew he would be back. We never did it only once. If my guess was right, he would fuck me in the ass when he came back, and I simply lay on the bed waiting for him.
My husband could have burst into the room at any moment throughout and I wouldn’t have cared in the slightest.
So yeah, maybe I am a terrible person.
But as I said, when you’ve cum as hard as I have, you don’t care so much about what others think of you.
It wasn’t until some time later that my lover revealed to me that he was a werebear.
He took me outside and revealed himself to me underneath the light of the full moon. This man who had loved me so passionately, so forcefully, was in fact a monstrous beast.
I was shocked of course, but I grew to accept him, and chose to guard his secret for him.
And in return, he rid me of my husband.
We’re now very happy together.
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