Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  One thing I noticed immediately, however, was that I seemed to have an incredibly obvious series of tan lines, my tits white as snow as well as significant portions of my ass and my GPA (general pussy area,) compared to the dark, caramel, glazed tan color of the rest of my body. The effect, I decided, wasn't an entirely bad thing, and in fact I think it added a little bit to the sexiness of it, in a way I'm not totally sure how to articulate upon. Liiiiiike, ummmmm... Maybe it made me seem more like a real, honest to God woman or something? Who'd actually just come in off the street and decided on a whim to do porn, and had the tan lines to prove it? I guess that sorta kinda made sense. But at any rate, I decided that shouldn't necessarily qualify as a flaw, so much as a quirk perhaps, and a damn sexy one at that.

  In fact, the only thing I could really point out, other than the continued weirdness of watching yourself fuck onscreen and feeling acutely self-conscious about it, was the fact that my body seemed covered in inexplicable and unremembered bruises here and there. Like, every now and then the camera man would circle around the bed as we fucked, and I'd see a big dark welt across the curvature of one my butt cheeks, and I had no fucking clue how the hell it got there. It wasn't there now, as I'd checked myself in the mirror after I finished watching the video to make sure. And I didn't recall sitting on any fucking rocks or anything prior to recording, so I wasn't exactly sure where a bruise like that might have come from...

  But, comparing this to my experience with researching casting porn, this didn't seem to be especially unusual. I'd watched dozens of girls bouncing up and down on penises who were, for the most part, absolute fucking bombshells, but then when they got undressed they would have these unexpected little imperfections on their bodies, like, I dunno... Big fucking pimples between their butt-cheeks, or welts on their thighs, or any such miscellaneous peculiarities. And I think what it was was that I was comparing porn nudity to Hollywood nudity, and porn beautiful people to Hollywood beautiful people. In the porn industry, there wasn't quite the same care for detail and the necessary concealment of every miniscule flaw, or at least not in the kind I was doing. People just wanted to see pretty girls fucking, plain and simple. There was no time to spend hours on end getting made up to conceal every last little thing, it was kind of just touch and go, if you will. Well, not completely, but to some degree.

  So anyway, yeah, I managed to stop thinking about these little picky details pretty quickly as the moans began to pour from video me's throat, and as my tits bounced wildly, and as real me's fingers dug deeper and deeper and deeper into her pussy, and the sensations started crackling, and my vaginal fluids flowed wetter and wetter and wetter...

  Ohhhhhhh, fuck yes...

  The camera faded again, and I watched myself straddling Mark in a reverse cowgirl style, arching my back so that my pussy jutted toward the camera as it slid up and down along his cock, looking extremely damn sexy. My head was reared back and my hands were to my sides supporting myself against his chest, my boobies bouncing around like they didn't have a fucking care in the world, my expression one of being lost in the exquisite moment, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...

  “OHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDD,” I was moaning, on camera, and I honestly think I was swept up in the magic of sex, not just acting poorly, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing up and down on that cock like an old pro, his hands on my waist, slamming me deeper and deeper and deeper into himself, our genitals smacking loudly together with their wetness, their fleshy softness, and God oh God almighty, I was just so goddamn good at fucking!

  I screamed and screamed and screamed onscreen, and the real life me began to whimper in response, my gash burning as my fingers rubbed faster and faster and faster to the rhythm of such exquisite visual accompaniment, like kindling up a pleasant little fire in my pussy, and God oh God oh God yes, now I was twiddling with the tender little button of my clitoris, causing the sensations to bloom through my body in white hot waves of pleasure...

  Things were getting intense now.

  I was pinned down onto the bed, my spine arched, my tits pooling underneath my body as he pushed down on the small of my back, plowing into me like a fucking maniac, my legs splayed around either side of him, his pelvis pumping, pumping, pumping, pumping, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! My tits were bouncing around insanely on my chest, my hair was flickering through the air with the force of his thrusts, my ass jiggled with the collision of his body into mine, our genitals smacking loudly together, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, faster and faster and faster and faster...

  The bed was creaking insanely beneath our fucking weight, the springs screaming, threatening to collapse beneath us, the moans flowing from my mouth in loud, whiny torrents, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” I could easily identify the point where the acting ended and the utter consumption of pleasure took over, my cries of passion becoming more organic, deeper, more insanely fluid, my profanities dissolving into a long, howling groan, “OHHHHHHHHHHH...”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, my pussy was getting hotter and hotter and hotter with the frenetic increase in pacing as I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, burning myself up to an intense fire, the pleasure radiating through my pelvis in a warm, intangible sting of delight, oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh God, oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh goddamn...

  KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP!

  Now, in addition to the meaty slapping together of our genitals, the supersonic crack of flat palm on jiggling ass resounded onscreen, again and again and again. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I moaned as he spanked me to a red, jiggling pulp, my sweat-soaked ass raw and tender, as he continued plowing into me. Then God, help me, he reached up, gripped his fingers tight around my throat, constricting my airways, making me lightheaded as he pumped and pumped and fucked and fucked and fucked, and-

  -And I fucking came like a motherfucker...

  Both onscreen and in reality, as I recalled the pleasure that had coursed through me in that moment, as he'd plowed his cock so deep into my body on camera that I thought you'd be able to see it poking out through my open, wailing mouth. The explosion of climax shimmered through my sweat-stained body, convulsing, my limbs twitching, my toes curling, my fingers digging into the soaking wet sheets, my moans of pleasure echoing those seeping from the speakers of my rapidly heating laptop, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...”

  And gently, very gently, I drifted back down from the heavens of orgasm, my vision blurring, my eyelids fluttering as I tried to regain focus on the screen, my mouth incredibly dry as I realized I'd had my mouth open through the entire ring of climax, and my vision only very slowly falling back out of abstraction.

  The scene faded one final time.

  I was back on my knees once more, with the notable exception that I was far nuder than I was at the beginning of the clip, my tits bouncing as I worked my entire body into my blowjob in that way of mine. I gazed transfixed at the motion of Mark's penis dissolving into my open lips like a fucking lollipop, the gleam of my saliva staining his erection as I rocked and rocked and rocked, and he grabbed onto my titty for support as I continued to suck him, the flesh collapsing like a water balloon in his grip, much to my visual delight.

  He pulled out, and let go of my boob, now focusing all of his efforts on jerking himself off in the direction of my face. I opened my mouth wide in preparation, staring fawn-eyed up into the camera, waiting waiting waiting for the salty, gnarly touch-down of semen, in five, four, three, two, one...

  WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!

  He shot more cream across my face than an Amishman churns in a given year, spurt after spurt after spurt of the hot, sticky lava, shooting it across my cheeks, my nose, spraying it across my eyelashes so that I could no longer open my eyes, and only getting a small portion of the gnarly stuff into my open mouth.

  And that was that.

  “God, that's so hot,” said Mark from off camera, watching me stick my tongue out, and then he laughed, adding,
“Can you swallow that for me? And, uh, you might not want to open your eyes, ha ha.”

  I swallowed on command, taking a great big fucking gulp, and then sticking my tongue out once more for the camera, at which point the video froze, and ended.

  And so went the events of my very first ever porn shoot.

  I laid there beneath the blankets for a long, long moment, staring blankly at the pop-up ad of anime chicks grinding their pussies together that had replaced my nine minute and fifty-three second video, shivering in the puddle of my own miscellaneous fluids.

  I sighed contentedly, deciding that overall I was glad that I'd made myself go through with it.

  My parents would be sooooooo fucking proud.

  TO BE CONTINUED....

  Bearback Mountain

  One

  “No Mom, I don’t need you to come round,” Natalie said on the phone. She glanced around her small apartment and groaned inwardly at the mess that lay around. If her mother did come then Natalie would be scolded as though she were a child, and that was something she wasn’t going to let happen. She exhaled deeply as her mother implored her on the other end of the line.

  “I just don’t like thinking about you sitting in that place all alone after what’s happened.”

  “It’s not a big deal, honestly, I’m fine! It’s just one of those things that happen. I can’t help it now, and it’s not like I’m just sitting here moping all the time. Besides, I’ve got Cindy, so please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, really.”

  Her mother sighed. “I just hate thinking of you in that big city so far away, and there’s nothing I can do.”

  “Mom, I really appreciate that you called, honestly, I love you, okay? And I know where you are if I need you, but you don’t have to worry about me so much. Tell me how things are with you.”

  “Well, you know what it’s like. I’ve just been plodding along really. Your father has actually started coming to Church with me though, which I was surprised about. I think since Mitch moved away, you remember Mitch don’t you?”

  “How could I forget?”

  “Yes, well, after he moved down to Florida I think your father has been at a loose end and he doesn’t really know what to do with his Sundays anymore. You should come up and visit soon, I think he’d really appreciate it.”

  “I’ll try to come up in a few weeks, but you know what work is like at the moment. I’m so busy I barely have time to think. It’s probably a good thing at the moment,” she said with a grim chuckle. She spoke with her mother a little longer and enjoyed hearing her prattle on about the small town gossip. It was a world away from where Natalie was living. All her life she had dreamed of getting out of the small town and once she left for college she had never looked back. Now she was working in a publishing house and her life seemed perfect, at least it had until the events of that weekend. After that she could have used a dose of the small town comfort, because the big city felt awfully lonely and unforgiving, for wherever she looked she saw a stranger.

  When she put the phone down, she leaned back against the comfort of her sofa and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and trying to forget about the cool loneliness of the apartment that threatened to swallow her up. Speaking to her mom made her feel better, but also a little worse as it reminded her of home and how innocent life had once seemed. Her life had been sharply divided into two periods. She used to be a humble girl, studious and good, who went to church with her mother and fishing trips with her father. That had lasted until she had gone to college. Heck, before that she hadn’t even kissed a boy, but that all changed when she tasted freedom and found herself. A whole new world was opened up to her and she knew that she never wanted to return to the idyllic homespun life she had enjoyed previously. The world was filled with opportunities, and in the city she had been surrounded by like minded people who wanted the same things.

  But that had changed recently. When she had left college and started work her pool of friends had diminished significantly, and she was so tired from work that she barely had the energy to go out. Cindy was her best friend, and the two of them had lasted through college, but most of her life had been spent with Mark, a guy she had met in the final year of college. The moment they met she knew that he was special, and they had hit it off instantly. They flirted for a little bit until he asked her to the winter dance, and it was the high school romance that she had never had at high school. They were inseparable for a long time, and when they had embarked on their adult lives they had done so in a partnership. Natalie had a good job at a publishing house while Mark was working as a sous chef in a local restaurant. They had reached the stage where they were planning for a future together. He had begun the process of moving his stuff into her place, because they basically lived together anyway, and Natalie had begun fantasizing about what dress she would wear at her wedding, but that had all changed in the last few weeks.

  He’d been getting distant for a long time but Natalie had just put it down to the stresses and pressures of work. Everyone went through those types of phases, she had thought to herself, and it would pass in time. But it only got worse. When she tried to initiate sex she was often rebuffed, and even when it did happen it was missing the flame of love that had been present every time before. It felt as though the pyre of passion that burned so fiercely between them had been dulled, and she wasn’t sure why. At first she tried to ignore it and let the problem work itself it, and there was also an element of fear playing a role because she didn’t want to rock the boat too much, but eventually it became untenable and she found herself having one of those conversation that everyone dreaded. The wounds were still raw, and often when she had a quiet moment her mind replayed the incident as though it were happening in that exact moment.

  “I can’t talk about this right now,” he had said, motioning to leave, but she wouldn’t let him. She moved in front of him and challenged him to stay.

  “You’ve made me ask this question. You know I wouldn’t do this if things hadn’t gotten to the point where we have a serious problem, so you’re going to sit down with me right now and we’re going to sort this out, because it’s stressing me out. I haven’t been able to sleep properly, I haven’t been able to concentrate at work, and now you just want to brush me off? It doesn’t work like that. There’s something wrong here and I deserve to know what’s going on.”

  She remembered the look that came over his face. In that moment he transformed from the man she loved into someone else entirely. It was as though everything she knew had been cast in a new light. He turned away from her and cast his hooded eyes down, away from her glance, ashamed of something. He ran his hands through his thick hair and sank down on the couch. Natalie had been seized by fear, and a million horrible thoughts raced through her mind. She stood by the counter, paralyzed, and gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles went white. There were some things that you end up taking for granted, and she and Mark had been together for so long that the trust between them was one such thing.

  “I’m not sure how to begin,” he said, and her heart sank even further.

  “Maybe you should just say whatever’s been on your mind these past few weeks.”

  “It’s not that easy. I’ve just…I’ve been feeling really lonely recently.”

  “I don’t understand,” Natalie said, puzzled, “You’ve got me here all the time. I’m always here for you, you know that.”

  “But I didn’t think I could come to you with this.”

  “Tell me what it is. I’m your girlfriend, we’re planning on living together, and you can’t do that if you can’t be completely honest with me.”

  Mark took a deep breath, but his head remained hung down. His shoulders were hunched, and he looked every inch the defeated man.

  “I couldn’t tell you about this.”

  “You have to tell me now, otherwise we have nothing. If you can’t talk to me about your feelings then obviously our relationship means nothing to you.”
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br />   “How could you say that?” he said, his eyes flashing towards her, “It means everything to me. You mean everything to me! That’s why this is so hard,” and then his voice softened again and he resumed his morose pose, before taking a deep breath.

  “There are some things that have happened recently and I haven’t known how to tell you. Work’s been…difficult. The owners have been talking about making changes and I was one of those changes. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I thought that I could sort things out quickly. I had savings and that’s what I’ve been using to pay my rent the last couple of months, but I thought I could get another job and I’ve been applying for loads, but it hasn’t worked out that way and the longer it’s gone on the worse it’s gotten because right now I can’t even afford to take you out to dinner, and I hate that because I need to be able to take care of you.”

  “Mark, how could you not tell me?!” she yelled, a mixture of emotions running through her heart. She was angry and frustrated, but also concerned and worried. She didn’t know whether to hit him or hug him, and she ended up doing neither, merely remaining standing looking at him, the man she had pinned her hopes and dreams to, looking utterly dejected.

  “I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought if I just got a new job then you’d never have to know. I know work stresses you out and I didn’t want you to have to think that you’d have to support me. It might be old-fashioned but I’ve always thought that the man needs to be the breadwinner and I felt so ashamed to think that I couldn’t provide for you.”