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Freak
by Anonymous (1996) 

***

A cheap, dark hotel room. Several candles are burning. 
It is hot and muggy. The air conditioner gave out in 
the first hour. This is now the third hour. Sarah is 
riding Paul. Paul is looking like he has seen better 
days, but is determined to stay the course. For the 
past hour Sarah has been in complete and total command. 
The first two hours had belonged to Paul. (MMF, size, 
voy, weird)

***

Sarah is riding Paul's bent cock to perfection while 
the sweat drips down her contoured back, forehead and 
between her perfect breasts. Her sweat-soaked hair is 
plastered to her face and neck. Paul is no longer 
guiding her hips. His large arms have sunk down to the 
bed, and all he can do now is watch Sarah celebrate her 
victory, Sarah moving in all her glory, and all he can 
do is pray that she will not eat him alive. 

Earlier...

Three hours before, Sarah and Paul entered the hotel 
room. Paul had told her that he had already checked out 
the room and that it was pretty nice. (This was before 
the AC blew up.) He also told her in his meek and mild 
mannered way that he had taken the liberty of asking 
someone to watch them fuck. Sarah wasn't sure she liked 
this idea. Paul assured her that this person (he did 
not say man or woman) would be concealed in the closet 
and would not make a sound. 

He said it would add to the excitement. In fact, he 
said, this person could not make a sound. Had never 
ever made a sound. This person was mute. Sarah looked 
at Paul as if to say, "Do you really expect me to 
believe that?" 

Paul swore, there would be no sounds at all from the 
closet. None. And after a while, he assured her, you'll 
even forget there's someone in there. 

In the first half-hour, Sarah kept looking over at the 
closet door, half expecting a man to come charging out, 
moaning and groaning, with his hands wrapped around his 
penis. But nothing like that happened. Paul was right. 
Not a single sound came from the closet. 

As he had promised, after an hour, she forgot all about 
it, and focused her full energy on riding out the storm 
that was her lover Paul. She took his worst and 
surrendered to his best. She absorbed the onslaught of 
passion and heat. She pulled him into her world and 
surrounded him with the warmest, wettest waters she 
could yield. She sucked the very life out of his body. 
Sucked every drop of his seed. Time and time and time 
and time again. Four times to be exact. 

And after his fourth orgasm, her body took command of 
his. She ranged on top of him like a puma searching for 
fresh meat. Sensuously dragging her sex over his chest, 
arms, shoulders, and then up and down his thighs. 
Easing down on his wounded cock, moving him inside her 
with agonizing precision, slow grinding movements 
accentuated by quick hungry bursts of lust. She brought 
herself to orgasm over and over again. She reached such 
a fever pitch that her whole body was possessed by a 
continuous orgasm. 

Her body vibrated up and down and along the spine, 
between her legs and inside the core of her soul. Her 
shoulder muscles ached from gripping his shoulders. Her 
stomach ached from grinding his cock. Her neck muscles 
ached from throwing her head back each time she 
suffered another wave of orgasms. Her thighs ached from 
straddling his. Her vulva was inflamed and distorted. 
But she pushed on, driven by an insatiable lust for 
final and complete satisfaction just out of her reach. 

She could feel Paul's cock collapsing from the weight 
of her passion. She could feel it slowly receding, 
looking for shelter against the storm of her lust. She 
refused to let this happen. As his erection decreased 
in strength, her passion increased. Until finally, 
Paul's groans of ecstasy sounded much like a man 
begging for his life. He begged her to stop. He begged 
her to have mercy. He begged her to allow his body to 
rest...for just a minute. One minute. He begged for one 
lousy minute. 

Paul should have known better. He should have known 
that his pleading was not going to put out the fire or 
even dim the flames of her passion. He should have 
known that his prayer of mercy would spur her onward 
and upward. He should have known that she would become 
like an animal possessed.

The louder he begged for mercy, the more possessed she 
would become. She began to curse him, as she rode on 
his cock into oblivion. She began to threaten him... 
She slapped his sweating chest. He was defenseless. 
Then she slapped it again. She pinched and pulled his 
nipples. In agony, he cried out, "The closet. My God, 
open the closet." 

<<>>>

He was a freak of nature. From the top of his very 
large head to the bottom of his very large feet, he was 
a freak. Sarah looked at the freak as he stepped out of 
the closet, and for a moment she felt a great 
repulsion. It was not that his limbs were 
disproportionate to the rest of his body. He was 
perfectly symmetrical. 

His shoulders were broad and his chest well-defined. 
His thighs bulged outward like the thighs of a 
sprinter. His calves were heavily muscled. It was not 
that his face wasn't pleasing to her. His silent smile 
revealed white, straight teeth. His cheekbones were 
high, and his forehead long. And it wasn't his great 
height. 

He had to bend down to leave the closet, and as he 
walked slowly toward the bed, he craned his neck ever 
so slightly, so that his head would not brush up 
against the ceiling. Sarah guessed that he might be 
over seven and a half feet tall. He moved with perfect 
grace. 

No, what repulsed Sarah was the terrible length of his 
organ. It was this thing that made the man a Freak. As 
he strolled toward her, it swung between his legs like 
an elephant's trunk. Rolling back and forth, from side 
to side, with a gentleness that belied its obvious 
power. 

Something so long could not achieve an upright 
position, even fully engorged with blood. It was thick 
at the top, it thinned out a little around the middle, 
and thick again at the base. Very thick. It had no 
veins. It was as smooth as a cucumber. But the head 
bulged well beyond the its width. Sarah watched as the 
Freak swung his rod toward her. It dangled not four 
inches from the tops of his skinny kneecaps. 

Sarah's repulsion quickly gave way to a wave of lust 
that she had never in her life felt before. A wave that 
nearly caused her to faint. She swayed on the bed, 
moving back and fourth to the rhythm of the Freak's 
instrument. His silence was deafening, and his smile 
seemed to be forever fixed on his huge face. It was a 
smile of the purest confidence. It was a smile that 
told Sarah that her days on this earth were numbered. 
It was a smile that informed Sarah that the Freak would 
join her body, would embed himself in her body, and 
that she would no longer be Sarah. She would be 
transformed into a raging river of lust -- continuous, 
everlasting, all consuming and final. 

He bent down over the bed. There was no need for him to 
lie on top of her. His organ swung above Sarah's vagina 
like a hot temptress. She grabbed the middle of the 
Freak's rod. It felt like fire in her hand. She could 
not put her full hand around it. Slowly, she guided the 
tip of the monolith into her body. Fear and lust shook 
her. 

She grabbed the rod with both hands, one above the 
other. She carefully measured the length of the rod 
extended beyond her trembling hands. She knew that even 
this small territory of the Freak's instrument would be 
difficult for her to negotiate. That was the last 
conscious thought she had. 

She moved it down inside her. Deeper and deeper and 
deeper. Until her right hand, gripping the Freak's rod 
above her left hand, rested on her vagina. She held him 
still, and felt his fullness. As he stood over her, he 
smiled a gentle knowing smile, and said nothing. 

He moved his head up and down. And then, as if on cue, 
his rod began to harden inside her. Harden until she 
could feel it push her insides upward, womb and all. 
But she held it fast and stared at the Freak with an 
intensity that he had never seen before in one 
penetrated. 

Slowly she moved the rod back out and then back in. 
Slowly at first. Agonizingly slowly. The Freak had 
never seen this before. He was accustomed to women 
falling on his instrument like wild beasts, and using 
him until they were all used up and were transformed 
into one of his legions. 

This woman was different. She eased him in and out with 
a purpose. She did not smile, or laugh or cry wildly or 
curse the gods. She moved him in and out, until he felt 
a strange feeling. It was a feeling he had never felt 
before, as she moved him in and out. It was the rush of 
stimulation. 

The Freak had never had an orgasm. He had no knowledge 
of what it meant to come inside a woman. No experience 
of releasing his body to pure pleasure. The nerves in 
this rod were perhaps too long for him to feel the full 
effect of being inside a woman's body. And over the 
years, through great use and abuse, he had lost what 
little feeling he had in his great penis. 

Until now. Until Sarah. Until this moment in time, when 
he felt this woman of lust pull him inside of her 
deeper and deeper and deeper, and faster and faster and 
faster, but never breaking the rhythm of his body's 
rush. And now he felt waves of passion break over his 
body. His body sent his enormous organ still another 
pink of blood, until it felt so tight, it actually 
began to rise upward, inside her body. 

It began to rise upward, and as it did, he felt an 
uncontrollable desire to move his body downward toward 
the she-beast on the bed. He had never felt this way. 
She continued to move him in and out, and then to his 
surprise she turned over on her back, stuck her 
hindquarters up in the air and grabbed his great 
weapon, now risen parallel to the ground. She moved it 
inside her, turned her head and motioned for him to 
begin. 

He looked at her in shock. No woman, no woman, no 
woman, he said to himself over and over again. He was 
no longer smiling, he was afraid. No woman. He moved in 
and out of her with a new resolve. No woman. He jabbed 
her as hard as he could. As far as her the anatomy of 
her belly would allow. No woman. No woman. She did not 
make a sound. 

She moved her hips to meet his great weapon, as if it 
belonged to her. No woman. Suddenly he felt a 
tremendous urge to let go. He did not understand it. No 
woman. He felt the urge to release himself, but he did 
not know from what. No woman. He felt his organ scream 
for something to be pushed out, but he did not know 
how. No woman. 

And then the woman moved faster on his great organ. 
Faster and faster and faster, until he could not see or 
smell or taste. There was nothing in the entire 
universe except this woman and her unfulfilled passion. 
And then it happened. He felt the waves of hot semen. 
He felt the contractions deep inside his abdomen, 
radiate outward and push his hot semen up... up... 
up... up... and out. 

In shock, he withdrew his penis, his eyes wide in 
horror. His organ kept pulsing out seed. A whole 
lifetime of seed, once trapped inside his enormous 
body. It kept coming and coming and coming, wave after 
wave after wave. 

Sarah watched the giant sink down to his knees with a 
moan. He rolled onto the floor with his spurting organ 
in his hands, not knowing what to do. He groaned out 
loud, and was surprised to hear the sound of his own 
voice. And having groaned once, he let loose with howls 
of terrified lust and joy. 

Not knowing why she did it, Sarah dropped down onto the 
floor beside the freak and still spurting, Sarah 
grabbed his cock and sat down on him, moving on it like 
a woman possessed. She could feel the welling up of him 
inside her, creeping up inside her. And then it broke 
through. She screamed as she came and she came and came 
and came... 

Finally the giant lay still on the floor, unconscious. 
Sarah withdrew his organ from her red swollen gash and 
smiled in triumph. She threw his shrunken instrument on 
his chest and laughed wildly. 

And in that instant, Sarah became a Freak too. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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