Will circled her lazily, turning somersaults. He poked her gently on the snout with his nose. He smelled wonderful too. Earthy. Male. Desirable. Martha felt flooded with femininity. Powerful. Desirable. Fertile. That thought was enough to end her idyll. She raced back toward the shore, leaving her mate following with a leisurely breaststroke.
Martha took human form as soon as she emerged from the water and scrambled to put her clothes on over her soaking flesh. The fabric stuck and bunched and when she was dressed, her clothes were damp and clinging. Will’s bear emerged from the lake and shook mightily. Water flew in every direction, but when he took human form he was barely damp.
He put his clothes on much more collectedly. Then he came for her. He picked her up and held her high and tight against his chest. He was breathing hard as if he had run a mile. And it wasn’t from the exertion of picking her up. She could smell arousal coming off him in waves of heat. It made something long dormant in her ignite.
“I can’t get pregnant,” she warned.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised throatily. He had brought the biggest box of condoms he could find in the drugstore at the Seattle Airport. Of course, he had hoped to need them but not to use them. But his mate had some issues to deal with before they got to baby making.
Swiftly he strode toward his cabin, his precious burden pure joy to hold. He started to undress her in the living room despite her protests. “The bed’s too big, or the room’s too small. There’s no place to stand in the bedroom.” His big hands pulled at her soaking tee-shirt and pulled it over her dripping hair. He unfastened her ugly bra and tossed it on the couch. He bent and reverently kissed both nipples.
“Oh, boy,” he breathed huskily. “You are so beautiful.” He undid her jeans and as she kicked her sandals off, he pulled her wet jeans down over her thighs and knees, kneeling to wrestle the damp denim free of her legs. He blew hot breath on her bush and breathed in her scent with a growl. He gave her a little push toward the bathroom.
Martha scuttled into the tiny room. A minute sink and a small metal shower stall faced a commode. She looked at her reflection in the stained mirror in horror. Her hair was alive. Will’s comb was designed to smooth his close cropped hair but didn’t make a dent in hers. She combed her fingers through the tangles and blushed. What had got into her, to shift? She looked down and then in the mirror again. Her nipples jutted out bright red and ready. She could smell her own wet sex.
In the living room Will removed his clothes and folded them. He tidied Martha’s too, frowning in exasperation at her aged underwear. Before her pretties had enchanted him with their sheer lace panels and soft colors. He couldn’t figure if she was mortifying her flesh with these sad underthings, or if she could only afford stuff that didn’t flatter. Easy enough to fix, and in the meantime he could put them under that baggy tee-shirt where they wouldn’t embarrass her.
She came shyly out of the bathroom and he greeted her with his ardently aroused body, scooping her up again and taking her into the bedroom. He tossed her gently onto the king-sized mattress and she bounced and laughed as she looked around. “How did they get it in here?”
“I don’t know. I think they may have built the cabin around it.” Will chuckled. “At least it’s big enough for two bears.” He pulled her into his arms and feasted on her bosoms, laving the lush globes with his eager tongue. He sucked the tender, distended nipples into his mouth and suckled them until his mate was moaning beneath him and the scent of her pussy was a heavy perfume in his nostrils.
He worked his way down her belly to her black thatch. Its curly luxuriousness enticed him and he followed it as it curled down to her thighs, lapping her sensitive flesh with a remorseless, ravenous tongue. Martha’s legs lay open as she wordlessly begged for the pleasures of his hungry mouth. Will was happy to oblige his lady. He opened her red treasure with his fingers and let his tongue lap up the sweetest honey that ever flowed from any female’s honey pot.
Martha’s breathless, gasping moans, and her hands in his hair now drawing him closer, now pushing him away, was a long remembered pleasure. It was better even than the fantasies he had replayed in his mind for the last four years. The taste of her was more delicious than before, as if he had not truly known her delicacies. He rootled and grunted as he made her come so he could eat the delicious, honey-sweet cream right off her vulva.
When she was bucking beneath him and he feared for his own control, he returned to kiss her ripe red mouth. Like a flower after rain it had bloomed and now he let her taste herself as he plunged his tongue into her mouth in imitation of the plunging of his cock in her red hot furnace. He pulled away from her with a mighty effort to sheath his dripping penis in a condom before returning to his mate’s delights.
The feel of her tight depths as he sent his torpedo to find the limits of her most intimate flesh was indescribably wonderful. No other woman had ever felt so right. No wonder he had never been able to even think about sex with another female. This pussy had been made to hold and squeeze his cock. His cock existed to bring her pleasure.
The liquid sound of their sweat slicked bodies thrusting together was lovelier than the sweetest music. The notes increased his arousal and quickened his pace. Martha’s strong, long legs wound around his hips was all the urging on he needed. He chased her to the pinnacle and was unsurprised when they crested there together.
He remembered to roll aside and remove his cock from her tight passage before his semen leaked out the condom. He didn’t really believe a thin sheet of latex could restrain the urgency of his sperm to fertilize this woman. But he had to try. He fell asleep with the little sack in his fist.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Martha opened her eyes in the dim twilight of the cabin bedroom. She stretched and every muscle protested. She sat up and all her internal muscles complained too. She glanced across at Will’s recumbent form. He lay sprawled crossways on the bed, but even so one foot hung off the mattress. She caught her gurgle of delight at the absurdity of his enormous body. He didn’t fit a normal sized world.
Fits me perfectly. Her smug self-satisfaction and warm post-coital glow vanished when she glanced down at her naked body. And sniffed. She smelled rank. Her pits and legs needed a shave. Her bush hadn’t been waxed in years. And her toenails still looked as though they were covered in a pale yellow fungus. Unappetizing. She crept off the bed and squirmed her way through the narrow strip between bed and wall to the door.
A shower made her feel more human, but her hair was still a mad tangle made worse by shampooing with the industrial grade stuff in Will’s kit. She combed it with her fingers and tied it back with an elastic band. She located Will’s duffel in another bedroom and ignoring her own damp and smelly garments appropriated one of his short sleeved shirts. She had trouble finding clothes to fit her six one frame, but Will’s shirt dwarfed her and hung past her knees.
A search of the kitchen turned up a stack of T-bones, potatoes and enough broccoli to feed the five thousand. And two tomatoes. Martha shook her head at the extravagance of buying so much steak. Will had no idea of how to economize. If they were going to get married, he’d have to learn a little thrift. Sure it was nice to have a big bed, but a three bedroom cabin was an unnecessary expense.
Will woke to the sound of his mate puttering in the kitchen. He stretched luxuriously and blessed Mary Deer again. He was ready for a repeat engagement, but Martha liked to break for meals. He bounced up and took a lightning fast shower and equally rapid shave. He emerged from the bathroom with combed hair and a tent pole pressed against his pubes.
A quick pit stop to kiss his woman made him realize she expected him clothed for dinner. Well, dang. But he stuffed his woody into jeans commando, and sat down bare chested to his steak dinner. He was ravenous for food and Martha both.
“What we need with this is a big glass of red,” he said.
Martha, his Martha, looked shocked and prim. She had buttoned down again he realized.
> “This is a dry reserve,” she said disapprovingly.
“Which is why I didn’t sneak alcohol in. Law abiding, that’s me.” He paused and twinkled at her. “This is good. There’s a grill out back, but I don’t know how well it works or if the tank has any gas.”
“Broiling is better for you. Besides, I wouldn’t go outside like this. And my clothes are still soaking.”
Buttoned down and grumpy too. Was it something he had said? Something he had done? More likely left undone.
“Sorry, I should have spread them out to dry. I wasn’t thinking. I’ll go over to your place and get you some stuff after dinner,” he offered. “You make me a list.”
“Thank you,” she said stiffly.
“Or we could sneak you into my car and drive you home under cover of dark?”
“We will not!” Her cheeks flushed with indignation and her brown eyes snapped.
Gotcha.
He teased her until she had finished eating her steak and leaned back replete. First decent meal he had seen her put away. Things were improving.
“I’ll make dessert,” he said.
“You don’t have anything. I looked.”
Definitely quarrelsome. Will smirked at his bride and cleared the dishes. “Come talk to me while I clean up.”
In the confines of the tiny galley kitchen he managed to brush against her and drop little kisses on her face and mouth. He patted her rump and gave it an affectionate squeeze, and murmured salacious nonsense as he nuzzled behind her ears. Her skin pinkened up and she started to smile. The smell of her arousal mingled with the scent of his. Perfect.
He grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge and took her hand. “You don’t have anything to put that on,” she griped.
“That’s what you think.”
She protested all the way to the bedroom and all the time he was undoing her shirt and revealing the bounty of her lush body. He shoved his jeans down over his throbbing penis trying not to explode or injure his package. Martha’s eyes were wide as she took in the monumental width and breadth of his erection. His cock twitched and jerked as he feasted his eyes on his darling’s curves and valleys.
Will pushed her shoulders gently and she fell back onto the mattress giggling. Giggles were good. Very good. He knelt over her, careful to keep his knees off of her and shook the can. He anointed the ripe berries of her aureoles with dollops of chilly cream and slowly licked them bare while she continued to giggle and squirm.
He laughed down into her merry face and filled his mouth with cream before he kissed her. It made a glorious, squishy mess. She joined his efforts to clean up their faces and before he knew it she was pushing on his shoulders and demanding equal time. Yes.
Martha thrust her mate backward so his head lay at the end of the bed. She jumped astride his massive torso and sat down gently on his stiff cock so her open sex caressed its length. Mustn’t damage the goods. She squirted perfect cream rosettes onto the brown flat nipples buried in his chest hair and bent over him to eat them. She rocked and swiveled her hips as she languidly ate her dessert. Two could play this game.
When his big hands gripped her hips and he tried to lift her, she clamped her knees to his waist and refused to rise. “All in good time,” she murmured her voice a throaty growl.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned.
“That’s the idea.”
“I’m going to come,” he warned her. “And I’m naked.”
“We better dress that puppy then,” she said lifting one leg over to kneel beside him. “Where are they?”
“Under my pillow.”
Martha located a pile of little packets and opened one ready to unroll it. But first she had to fulfill a fantasy. She bent over Will’s member and ran a hand over it from base to dark purple head. She licked the drops of semen already dripping from it and added whipped cream until it dripped down the shaft.
“Oops, I made a mess,” she taunted as she lowered her mouth and took the cream laden glans into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. Will bucked and his hips left the mattress as every muscle in his big body tautened. Martha reveled in the luscious contrast between his salty seed and the sweetness of the whipped cream. She nibbled delicately on the rock hard cherry she was teasing and was rewarded when he shot his load.
“Oh,” she said mock apologetic, “Sorry, we’ll just have to start over.” The crumpled condom dropped onto the sweaty tangled sheets as she concentrated on circling his thatch with cream. His half erect cock lay in a froth of white and his balls disappeared in a soft, frilly mound. Will’s moan as she began to lick and suck around the base of his shaft and torment his balls with fleeting touches of her tongue made her feel powerful and feminine.
He put his hands up to play with her distended nipples, still a little slick from the whipped cream. Below her, his cock began to stir and grow and his balls grew tight and hard. Martha smiled and took one and then the other into her mouth to suck and torment.
In delicious revenge Will rolled her nipples and tugged gently on them so that she spasmed and came herself. His triumphant, joyful growl lit a fuse despite the aftershocks still quivering in the walls of her pussy.
Without a thought but her own pleasure, she swung astride him and carefully fit his column to the throbbing furnace she had ignited with her play. She set her feet to the mattress and rode him hard with her head falling back. Somewhere the frail elastic band had broken, and her hair tumbled half way down her back as she bounced and plunged and took her pleasure.
Like a goddess, or a wild creature she let the muscular walls of her vagina squeeze the rock hard cock inside her. She could feel the ridges of the mushroom cap, the veins bulging on the long shaft. Riding hard, her every sensation focused on the feel of his hardness rubbing against her exquisitely sensitive inner walls, she lost herself and was taken by surprise when he gripped her hips and they both collapsed in a mutual climax.
She fell asleep with his big hand petting her back. Will lay beneath her rejoicing in the return of his beloved’s bear and aghast at his irresponsibility. Oh, for sure he wanted her pregnant. But not when she was adamantly set against a child. Well, whatever came, he’d do his best to care for her.
He held her close and scooted them around so he could put his head on the pillow. He adjusted his treasure so her crotch was cradling his package and he could enjoy her gentle breathing while he thought a way out of this booby trap. He fell asleep still pondering.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Martha woke up with the morning light streaming in through the windows. Will lay beneath her, a warm and comfortable mattress, but her naked backside was chilled. He was huffing a little in his sleep, but as soon as she wiggled, he clamped her tightly and rumbled a good morning into her hair. Her hair. Panicking she tried to scramble up.
“Easy.” Will’s big hand petted her from shoulder to rump and lingered on the cleft between her buttocks. His cock was hardening more with every passing second. His cock. She was as foolish and as feckless as her mother and her aunt.
“Let me go,” she hit his broad shoulders with both palms, “I said, let me go.”
Will took his arms away. “It’s okay,” he rumbled.
Martha rolled herself off of him and tumbled off the bed.
Will propped himself on one elbow and smiled at her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I forgot the condom,” she wailed. She pointed to the sheets where the unwrapped and deformed and unused condom lay in a puddle of cream and spunk. “And we made a mess of the sheets.”
“Sure did.” Will sounded smug. “Sheets’ll wash. If you’re pregnant, well you’re the mother I want for my kids. We’ll get married and raise us some cubs.”
Martha nodded. She squared her shoulders like a recruit heading into battle for the first time. “I’ll go shower.” She squirmed past the mattress and out of the room.
In the tiny shower cubicle she lambasted herself for her negligence. How had the all to
o obvious lesson of her own birth and her mother’s example slipped her foolish, heedless mind? Will was willing to marry her. But he wouldn’t be so eager if he knew the truth.
She soaped herself and hopped out to dry, scrubbing ruthlessly at her offending flesh. If he knew how she had abandoned Shelly when she was a helpless infant, and left her to the untender mercies of those two prize SOBs, Kyle and Lance, he wouldn’t want her to mother his babies. She rubbed hard at her eyes where hot tears of shame were blurring her vision.
In the bedroom Will briskly stripped the greasy, sticky cum and sweat soaked sheets and stuffed them into a pillowcase. Squeamish Martha was in the ascendant this morning. He opened the windows to air out the musky scent of their lovemaking. He grabbed the half empty can of cream and threw it in the trash. He’d toss the sheets in her washer later. He found his sadly wrinkled but quite clean shirt on the floor and took it to the bathroom door.
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