Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  I felt my heart skip a beat. This had been a secret to me. “What do you mean he wants me?”

  “What the fuck does it sound like sweetheart? That man has wanted you from the day he saw you. You’ve put some spell over him. Haven’t you heard of the old rituals?”

  “No, what do you mean?”

  “Fuck, of course you haven’t. Don’t you ever eavesdrop on people around here? Moose used to be as bad as any of these dirty mutts here. Fighting, sex, you name it. He's cleaned up his act with you around. I’m sure if you asked him he’d say it's unrelated, but he’d be lying.”

  Armed with this new information, I suddenly didn't feel like I had to trick him any more. I just needed to let him know that I wanted him too. There were multiple ways I could have gone about this, but I was horny and wanted him bad.

  On my next break, I decided to throw everything on the table. I walked back over to where he sat and leaned against the bar. “So Meg says you used to be misbehaved before I showed up, what's that about?”

  Moose took a chug of his beer in order to cover his face. As he set his mug back on the table, he opened his mouth to say something, but he appeared lost for words. The sexual tension between us was palpable, and I wanted to take advantage of this while I could and leave a lasting impression.

  I tried to think of the filthiest things I could say to him as I had a lot of pent up sexual energy. I leaned across the bar, hoping the right words would come out. A part of me wanted to back out and preserve any dignity I had, but I was driven by pure desire.

  “Moose, I want to see that part of you. I want you to fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about you at night. I lay up rubbing my clit every night thinking of these strong arms.” I squeezed his arms. He hadn’t stopped me or even reacted at all, so I kept going. “Moose I want you. Please take me home with you tonight. Use me.”

  I pulled away now. Our eyes locked as I did. Something changed inside him. The kind eyes I was used to seeing were gone, replaced with ones full of lust. His nostrils flared as he stared at me, and his eyes continued to hold my stare. They penetrated me, searching for some sign that I didn’t mean what I just said, but I did. I meant every word. I can only imagine that my eyes betrayed the same lust that his did.

  I could tell immediately that I was getting fucked that night. What I didn’t realize was how soon that would be. His gaze was finally broken when he stood upright and walked inside the bar. He approached me, put one arm around my waist, then picked me up, carrying me horizontally.

  I felt weightless in his strong arms, and was excited that I would be going home with him so soon. Moose had other plans. We walked through the bar as everyone fell silent. I expected them to cheer, or otherwise make comments about what we were clearly going to do, but they didn’t. They started forming a bubble around us.

  Instead of heading to the door, Moose carried me to the pool table in the very middle of the room. With his free hand he brushed the cue ball into a corner pocket, then swung me up and on to the table. I was now laying on my back, unsure of what was going on.

  I laid there looking at him, and he continued to look right into my eyes. I felt naked to him, and not because I barely wore any clothes. It felt like he could see my past, present, and future as he looked at me, my history and ambitions all bared to his penetrating stare.

  Before long I was also literally naked. His strong right arm reached to my top and for a moment seemed like he intended to rip it off my body. In that moment I yearned for him, finding just the thought of him doing so extremely sexy. He hesitated, deciding to pull it over my head instead, likely because he didn’t want to ruin his favorite top of mine. My pants came next.

  There was no longer any doubting what was happening. I was laying fully nude on a pooltable, surrounded by patrons of the bar. This must have been part of the rituals that Meg referenced, because no one seemed to be finding this the least bit odd.

  I watched as Moose began fumbling with his belt. As he opened it, he pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring out. I had envisioned this moment on many lonely nights, but never expected him to be as big as he was. He was already throbbing, and absolutely massive. I had seen my fair share of dicks, and his rivaled any of them. It was perfect.

  While I normally like being warmed up with a tongue, the situation didn’t call for it. I wanted him inside me right then, with no time wasted on formalities or foreplay. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. As he stepped forward, I wrapped both legs around his back and pulled him in even faster.

  Moose lined himself up and plunged his dick inside me. Now the cheers came. I was vaguely aware of people beginning to chant “Moose,” but didn’t pay them much attention. While crowds are something I have learned to enjoy, in that moment I only cared about one man and that was the man inside me.

  His penis fit inside me perfectly. He hit extremely deep, giving me a pleasant fullness when at its deepest. As he stretched me wider and wider, a healthy amount of friction was applied to all my most sensitive areas.

  I reveled in the sensations his cock was giving me. It had been so long since I had gotten off in any way other than masturbation that it was clear I wouldn’t last long. I shocked even myself when I began orgasming only a few minutes after we started.

  My legs shook and my back arched, but Moose didn’t stop pounding me. He was like a train, continually pushing forward with immense power. While I am typically not vocal, I found myself moaning audibly, and not because I had an audience.

  The moans were the result of a mixture of pain and pleasure that had me feeling things I wasn’t used to. Moose knew how to fuck, and wasn’t holding anything back. At times I thought he would be too much for me to handle, yet moments later I found myself hoping that the night never ended.

  When my second orgasm started drawing close, I could tell Moose was close as well. He got this look in his eye, wild with desire and an intense focus on something unseen by me. I watched him, marveling at the leverage his strong arms were able to provide him by gripping the side of the pool table.

  The gravity of my situation began dawning on me. I had been so obsessed by my lust for Moose, I hadn’t really stopped to consider that I was being fucked on a pool table with dozens of others watching and cheering us on. Their screams began registering in my otherwise fogged brain.

  “Give her hell Moose.”

  “Moose. Moose. Moose.”

  “Cum on her titties!”

  Listening to their calls pushed me even closer to the edge. I knew I would be extremely sensitive after I came a second time, so did my best to hold back. Under the unrelenting pounding of his penis, I failed to last more than a minute more.

  As pleasure started washing over my body, I clamped down on his dick from the inside. The increased friction must have pushed him further, as he moved to pull out like he was going to listen to the one man and cum on my chest.

  I had different plans. I tightened the grip I had on him with my legs, forcing him to stay inside me. His face contorted in odd directions, as he struggled to contain himself. I began to flex the muscles of my inner vagina even more than they were already spasming, and this did the trick. I felt his dick throb and begin pumping his seed deep inside me.

  Almost involuntarily, Moose’s hips started rocking slowly again. While he wasn’t able to create much speed, each thrust was extremely strong and forced my back to drag against the green velvet of the pool table. I felt as each spurt of cum shot deep inside me.

  I lay there, unable to focus on much other than the extreme sensitivity and pleasure his massive dick caused as he pulled out one final time. An audible slurping noise was created from the vacuum and cum he left behind him. His dick popped out, as cum began running down my ass cheek towards the table. I looked beside me and wondered how many of the stains I saw were from activities such as this one.

  As he finally finished, he buckled his pants and lifted me off the table. He carried me to his office behind the b
ar, where he left me on his couch for the rest of the night. He would come visit from time to time, and each time we would fuck again in some new way. We barely talked, but our eyes did all the communicating we needed to be doing anyway. Months of sexual frustration were being released for both of us.

  That first night was the beginning to a wild and erotic relationship. It was also the start to an extremely eccentric family, as his fertile seed found itself a home inside me. While most conception stories don’t involve being ravished by a huge man on a pool table, I wouldn’t have mine any other way.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 17

  The bone-chilling wind blowing down from the frigid north whistled sharply through the pass and made the pine trees sway slowly. The narrow pass between the towering mountains was the only way in and out of the valley that the hardy people of the White Bear Clan called home. This approaching winter was no different from the last few, cold and unforgiving, casting its deathly gloom over everything for the months to come.

  Garth Kane squatted down slowly, his old knee injury making him wince. The fresh snow from the storm overnight had the tracks covered many times over, but his skills as a hunter were legendary. Grabbing a handful of snow from deep down, he brought it up to his face. The faint spoor told him that his quarry had indeed passed that way, barely an hour ago.

  “We are on the right trial, my brothers.” He called out to the other three burly men in the hunting party.

  “How much further, great chief?” One of them asked, holding on to the hard leather collar of the large hunting dog under his care.

  “Another mile, downwind.” The tall leader replied, rising to his full height. “The spoor is still fresh. This way.”

  The biting morning air was mild and clear, a refreshing change from the storm that raged all night, but the north wind maintained its hostility. Garth Kane, clan chieftain for about a year now, knew the land of ice and snow he lived off well enough and the land was good to him. But his clan, the Highlanders of the Northern Mountains called White Bear, rulers of the glens for generations, had dwindled in its numbers over the years and times were bad for his people.

  At thirty nine, Kane lived by himself. He had taken one wife, a lifetime ago, but the harsh winter in the year of the Frost Bear had claimed Julia. He remained alone since then, having sired no offspring in his short married life of three years. A man of immense height and strength, he towered over most of his fellow men, who themselves were as tall as oaks. A great hunter and warrior, master of sword, spear and bow, his massive muscular arms and legs gave him an advantage in both the hunt and in battle. Long blond hair, usually braided, and pale blue eyes on a ruggedly handsome face, Kane had every woman in the clan swooning and he could have had any of them, but his heart was still set on Julia and he could never look at another in the same way.

  “You are the greatest of us.” Goran Han, his best friend and war-brother had told him ever so often. “And yet you have no heirs to carry on the great name of your forebears.”

  “My line will end with me, old friend.” He remembered replying each time and watched his friend sadly shake his head and walk away.

  Goran too was lost to him two years gone, in one of the great battles with rival clans over the short summertime fishing rights. Ever more alone now, he looked to no one for confiding in, not anymore. The life he loved and cherished had ended with his beloved Julia thirteen years ago. Now Garth Kane lived only for his people as he walked a desolate path alone, but he was a great leader and commanded respect from everyone in the clan. Every one except for Sienna, the only daughter of the great Sagan, the war chief whom he succeeded the year before.

  “She is young, and a fool, Kane.” Sagan had often laughed. “She will learn the error of her ways once she is wed to Daren.”

  “I have my doubts, Sagan.” He replied each time. “She is born of the restless spirit, with a will all of her own. She will rather break than bend.”

  “You know my blood better than I, old friend.” Sagan had laughed even louder. “Yet what you say is indeed true. She should have been my son.”

  Sagan was no longer with the clan, claimed by the merciless ice storms of the winter before, and now everything rested on Kane’s immense shoulders. The future of the clan and the people he held dear - everything. He stood at the edge of the precipice, looking down, with the weight of the clan’s future hanging over his head and all because of a young woman who preferred to flaunt the clan’s rules and consort with the enemy. Sienna had gone too far this time and she had to be disciplined.

  “The trail ends in that small ravine below.” Kane pointed down. “They are inside that alcove.”

  “The dog is excited.” One of the others grinned. “Release him.”

  “No, we must use stealth.” Kane whispered, lowering himself down carefully. “You remain here with the dog, Hagar.”

  “As you wish, chief.” Hagar muttered, struggling with the large animal.

  “Perak, Dalen, stay close.” The huge clan chief whispered to the other two. “No harm must come to her.”

  “And to him?” Dalen inquired agitatedly.

  “I care not.” Kane snarled; making the two men following him exchange smirks.

  The makeshift door made of dead branches and snow easily gave in to his immense kick as Kane stormed into the little cave. Letting the broad shield remain on his back with the massive claymore still sheathed under it, he flicked out his foot-long hunting knife instead. He hadn’t intended to kill the rival clan boy, just knock him senseless. The clan chieftain exhaled deeply and shook his head, the cave was empty.

  A loud yell outside made him turn and dive out of the cave in one move. As he rolled up off the snow, he saw Perak on the ground, his rich red blood staining the gleaming snow and a young man with a bloodied wooden club standing over him while Dalen struggled with a red haired woman, blood smearing the side of his leather hauberk. Taken by surprise, the two large clansmen had gone down quickly.

  “Sienna!” Kane roared. “Enough of this.”

  “Leave us alone.” The young woman cried as the man accompanying her squared off with Kane.

  “You belong with us, child.” He snarled, eyeing the other man with care, his grip on the hunting knife tightening.

  “I am a child no longer.” She screamed as the young man lunged at Kane.

  The huge war chief dropped the hunting knife and went down on one knee, the injured one, and grabbed the diving man’s throat and belt. In one lightning fast move, the veteran warrior rose to his feet and hurled the youth against a tall pine tree. The sound of the dull impact of bone and sinew on immovable wood made Kane wince. The young man slid down the trunk of the tree and lay very still on the snow.

  “Muriel!” Sienna gasped. “You… you’ve killed him.”

  “He sought to do the same.” Kane walked up to the young woman, ignoring the stiffness in his knee. “Come with us willingly, child, back to where you belong… and honor your father.”

  “My father is dead.” She spat, whipping out a dagger and holding it up to her own shapely throat. “Take another step and my blood is on your han…”

  She didn’t see the swift backhand that rendered her senseless. Kane sighed, regretting his assault immediately, but she had left him no choice. He glanced at his men; each sported flesh wounds that would heal in a matter of days. They had recovered from far worse.

  “We have her, chief.” Perak nodded, wiping the blood off his mouth. “Or rather, you have her.”

  “And what of him?” Dalen grunted as he pulled out the three inch kitchen blade from his side and pointed at the motionless Muriel with it. “Do we take him with us… or kill him?”

  “Leave him here. He is not of our people.” Kane growled as he slung Sienna’s limp body over his massive shoulder. “… he is the master of his own fate.”

  “His fate is left to the wolves tonight.” Hagar called
out from the overhanging cliff above, extending his muscular arm to Kane.

  “So be it.” The great hunter growled; taking the canine-master’s hand and levering himself up the cliff with his prey.

  ***

  Kane took a sip of mead, half caring about its strong taste as he sat on the ancient wood carved throne fashioned a millennia ago for clan chiefs and wise men. He didn’t feel like either, not this day, when he had to pass judgment on one of their own - the young daughter of a friend. Of all the times he felt unworthy of being a clan chief, it all paled in comparison to this.

  Sagan’s only daughter, the fiery haired, emerald eyed beauty smoldered like a volcano about to erupt. Her hands and feet shackled like a common thief, with two armed guards on either side, the daughter of the former chief glared at everyone in the great hall where she had often played by her father’s knee.