The Bite

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A lone wanderer doesn't know who/what he's messing with.
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syrath
syrath
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Clouds began to form over the horizon as the tires on my convertible caressed the curves of highway 101. It had been a relaxing day visiting the tourist traps along the Oregon coast. I had even managed to find a great deal on an HR Giger piece that I had been lucky to find.

The wind was starting to pick up and the air had changed. It now had that sweet clean smell that only rain can bring.

I pulled the car over onto the shoulder just beneath a highway sign. I pressed the button to raise the convertible top and peered up at the sky waiting for the top to finish it's ascent to the "upright and locked position." I wasn't about to let a little rain spoil my day.

"Crescent City, CA 150 miles", the highway sign read. With more than enough fuel to make it to Crescent City, I accelerated back onto 101 and settled in for the cruise.

Daylight was slowly fading as cloud cover made it's way inland and the first few drops of rain had begun to dance on the windshield. Waiting until the windshield was completely saturated, I turned on the wipers and switched on my headlights.

Having listened to Metallica and Disturbed for the last 300 miles, I decided to turn off the CD player and see what I could find on the radio. Granted, I was a billion miles from known civilization, but my mind needed the break from James screaming "...you will do, what I say, when I say..."

I switched over to the FM band and scanned the airwaves. The digital display on the radio slowly churned through the frequencies. Fumbling in the darkness of the car, I turned up the wipers. The rain now coming down steadily, I focused to keep my vision on the illuminated pavement.

"Ask the lord for forgiveness!" a voice bellowed out through the speakers. "Only god can save you from eternal damnnation" it continued. I reached down to turn down the volume as the radio began scanning for another frequency. The tuner churned for probably another 10 minutes before I realized that it wasn't going to find anything.

Ok David, I guess you win. I grabbed The Sickness and placed it into the CD player. As the guitars began to thunder through the speakers and the drums began pounding in my head, I felt a small jerk through the steering wheel. Another, then the oil pressure indicator light on the dash came on.

I slowed the car and pulled off to the shoulder. Just as I got the car to a stop, the engine seized. "Damn it!!" I couldn't believe that here I was, helpless on the roadside, several miles from anything! "Shit!" I just figured that the Check Engine light that had been on since Newport just meant that an O2 sensor had gone tits up. I kept wondering to myself "Isn't that Check Engine light just for emissions malfunctions?" I reached over and grabbed my cell phone. I flipped it open, dialed 411 and waited.

Seconds later, my phone with all it's technological glory indicated that it could not locate a signal. Well, that's just great. I pay good money each month to have accessibility in just these types of situations. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I tossed the phone into the passenger footwell.

Out of the corner of my eye and through the blur of the water cascading down the windshield, I saw a faint amber glow. A warm and inviting glow. Someone was living in these woods. I switched on the wipers to get a better look. Well, it wasn't my imagination. There, in the distance and surrounded by woods, was a small flickering light.

I reached for my cell phone and put that in my inside jacket pocket. I grabbed my peppered beef jerky, stuffed that into my other pocket, and stepped out into the rain. No longer a drizzle, or a sprinkle, I was now walking in a downpour. Keeping close to the guardrail, I walked further south toward the light in the woods.

Two miles? Ten miles? I had been walking for a couple of hours it seemed. My hair, matted firmly to my head and my clothes weighing probably 10 pounds more from all the rain only made the walk that much more uncomfortable. I finally arrived at a dirt road, now transformed into mud, that lead off of the highway. Two distinct ruts with weeds growing between them. Judging by the length of the weeds, it wasn't a frequently traveled road. As I peered down the road, there it was. The light that I had set out to find. Certainly, whomever lives here would be able to assist me. One foot, then the other. 200 more yards and I would be on the porch. One foot, then the other, it won't be much longer now.

The walk up the driveway was longer than the walk along the freeway, at least it seemed. The pathway was not well lit and the sounds of the woodland creatures just added more anxiety to an already nervous soul. But, I kept going.

Probably 50 yards away now, I could make out a small cabin, the smell of a fire burning in the fireplace. It was not a large cabin, probably just a one room weekender. It wasn't very well maintained, high weeds surrounded the rotted out wooden deck that surrounded the front and north sides. I couldn't make out a car in the driveway, but that was no matter since nobody would leave a fire burning in their fireplace, would they? The flicker of the fireplace lit up the windows and trees surrounded the small property.

As I got much closer to the cabin, the front door opened. I could make out a figure in the doorway, but as my eyes adjusted to the light coming through the doorway, I still couldn't make out any details. I froze in my tracks as I suddenly realized that I was trespassing and that this resident may not take too kindly to visitors.

"Hello! My car broke down up the road and I was looking to find some assistance, maybe I could use your phone?" I yelled. Rain kept pounding on me as droplets of mud splashed up onto my pants.

After what seemed like several minutes, a voice cried back to me "Sure thing, come on up here out of the rain". The door closed to just a crack of light coming through.

The voice that called back to me was that of a woman. Warm and inviting. Perhaps I was just relieved that it wasn't a man, but her voice calmed my anxiety almost instantly. For some reason, a mans voice coming back would have just been terrifying. I started marching forward again, my feet slow to peel out of the mud I had begun to sink into.

I got to the porch, soaked and shivering. I walked up the three steps and onto the porch. The wooden deck strained under my feet. A wooden rocker sat on the south end of the porch and a wooden railing encompassed the entire deck. The front door to the cabin began to open again.

"Hello there, I'm so sorry to be bothering you at this hour" I said.

"It's no problem Jerry, I was up working anyhow. Would you mind taking off your wet clothes here on the porch please? I have a towel here for you to dry off with and a blanket to wrap up in." she replied.

"How did you know my name, Miss?"

She reached forward and pulled a "Hello, my name is..." sticker off my shirt. I guess I must have left it there after the convention.

I chuckled softly as I reached for the towel that she offered. She pushed the door closed again, letting just a crack of light through. I took off my wet clothes leaving them in a crumpled pile on her porch. I really began shivering now as I toweled myself dry. Satisfied that I was not going to drip all over her cabin, I wrapped the towel around my waist and gently pushed the door of the cabin open. The warmth of the cabin quickly relieved my shivering.

"Come on in, there is a blanket on the couch. Go ahead and wrap yourself up and warm up by the fire." my new friend said. "Would you like some soup? I'm making some anyway."

"Ma'am, I'd love a warm bowl of soup. Whatever you're making," I said as I pulled the blanket around myself and walked over to the couch by the fire. "Do you mind if I?" as I gestured toward the couch

"No, please sit down, make yourself at home," she said. "Soup will be ready in no time.

I sat down and looked around a bit. Her cabin was much larger than I had originally visualized. There was a small open stairway leading up to a loft. I could just make out a corner of the bed up there. The main room was pretty large and flanked by a small kitchen. There was a closed door on the other side and a desk in the corner. A laptop was quietly humming over on her desk, the sound of a spoon, occasionally scraping the bottom of a pot, coming from the kitchen. The fire was crackling vigorously, fresh wood had recently been added.

She brought me a bowl of soup, chicken noodle, I think.

I reached up to take it, the blanket falling off my shoulders and down around my waist. She sat sideways in an overstuffed chair across from me, her legs up on the arm. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She had black hair that flowed off the chair, nearly to the floor. She had piercing blue eyes that seemed to flicker, her breasts were large and strained against her nightgown. Her legs were toned and well tanned, all the way to her well manicured toes.

I tried to focus on my soup, even counting the noodles in each spoonful, trying to distract myself from the woman across from me. It was too late though. My cock had already become semi-swollen, precum dripping down my leg. I was always easily aroused and could usually contain my excitement, but for some reason, I couldn't resist this woman.

As I tipped my bowl up to sip the last of my soup, she got up and came over to the couch. "Let me take care of that" she said.

I raised my bowl.

She moved in front of me, dropped down to her knees between my legs and pulled the blanket aside revealing a glistening stream of precum dripping down my right thigh, my eager cock off to the left side. "No, I mean this." She leaned forward and began licking, practically slurping at my thigh, while with her right hand gripping firmly on my semi-hard cock. Her thumb was pressing uncomfortably on the underside of the head of my cock as she finished her work on my leg. She then looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing my soul. "Sorry, I didn't want to miss a drop" she said as she let up the pressure in her right hand. My cock swelled to it's full length and precum began to cover the tip as she licked at it. Her right hand then moved to the bottom of my cock, again, her thumb pressing into the underside as she slid it inch by inch toward the head. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and moaned softly as she milked every drop of precum toward her mouth.

I put the bowl down and put my hands on the back of her head. I gently pressed her head over my cock trying to get her to take in more of it.

She snapped her head back and glared at me. "You don't want to do that" she said. The aggression in her voice was convincing enough. Although a bit taken aback, I realized that she may be uncomfortable with taking in my entire cock. For now, I'd have to settle with the teasing, allowing her to enjoy the nectar she was working so hard to get.

As soon as I put my hands back at my sides, she began working her thumb and mouth again, milking every drop.

Once she was satisfied that she had all the precum that I had to give, she stood up. She placed her knees on the outside of mine, pressing my legs closer together. I could feel the tightening of my cock as it became full... almost too full. It actually felt like it could burst.

She pulled up her nightgown revealing herself to me. She had a completely shaved pussy, her inner labia dangling down just a bit. I could see the flicker of the fireplace in a drop of her wetness that clung to her pussy lips. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, just a few strokes. She then brought her fingers into her mouth, savoring her own sweet juice. She pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders, her beautiful breasts falling out with a little bounce.

Leaning forward, she placed her knees on the couch on either side of my thigh. My cock had risen up, nearly touching her smooth pussy. She reached down with both hands, spreading open her pussy lips.

Then, without warning, she impailed herself on my cock. Not slowly, but quickly, like how you would remove a bandage. She managed to get nearly half way down the length of my shaft then stopped and took a big breath. I could see a little blood dripping from her pussy and running down my cock. I looked up to see that she had tears in her eyes. Her eyes... they now had an eerie flicker in them.

"You don't have to do this" I said, concerned that she had never had intercourse before.

"No, we must do this now" she replied as she pressed herself further down onto me. Then, with a small scream, she pushed herself down again, fully impailing herself.

I could feel droplets of blood rolling down off my balls and onto the blanket. She started stroking up and down on my cock, a grin coming over her. I could feel her hands gripping onto my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh on my back. I could swear, I actually heard her giggle. She continued her vigorous pumping, her hair thrashing all over.

I reached up and squeezed at her breasts. With my right hand, I gripped her breast hard. I sucked on her left breast, her nipple assaulted by my tongue and teeth. I began to moan as I felt my balls swelling with pressure.

She snapped her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting. "Are you going to?" she said, her voice almost a hissing sound.

"To cum? Yeah, I'm getting close" I panted.

"No!" she practically screamed, then she stood up off me, got back on her knees on the floor and started to take me into her mouth. "I must drink your seed" she moaned, then began plunging her head down on me. She was giving me head so hard, I could actually feel the impact of my cock on the back of her throat, but it didn't seem to bother her. Her hands were pulling and kneading my balls and I felt the tension in my hips that meant that I was about to cum.

I tensed up my ass as I exploded in her mouth. The first stream hit her firmly in the back of the throat. She pulled the shaft of my cock out, leaving the head firmly gripped between her lips as I kept pumping her mouth full of my cum. Her thumb began that milking technique again as she sucked and moaned on the top of my cock. I shot stream after stream, her cheeks actually filling a little with each stroke of her thumb.

She pulled her head away, swallowing hard. Grinning, she said "It's time."

I was thinking to myself, yeah, time to sleep. She had her hand gripping firmly on the top of my cock now, just as she did before. She began licking at my balls, then worked her way back up to my shaft. He hand was gripping firmly over the head, then I heard a popping sound and felt excruciating pain coming from my cock.

I looked down to see that she had bitten into the shaft of my cock, blood running out the sides of her mouth. Her eyes were now on fire, I could no longer see that ice blue stare in them. Slowly my cock began to soften as it succumbed to the bite.

White light filled my vision as I began to convulse and fall upon the sofa.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Well done

I'd like to know more about the woman

And you should definitely write more

jonmartin22jonmartin22about 11 years ago
awesome!

Short, vicious, really nicely done!

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