EXTRACT FOR
Banging the Beast
(Jennifer Cameron)

He made a grunting-groaning noise that sounded as if he knew exactly how I was feeling. He sounded very pleased, to say the least. 



Another intense orgasm rushed through me and gushed out of me. My stomach muscles were sore, aching, and seemed on the verge of cramping. I'd had marathon sex once in my life and had felt much the same way after. But this time I hadn't even done much. I couldn't take much more and it seemed as if things were just beginning. Just what was I in store for?



I was struggling to catch my breath. My panties and sweat pants were beyond soaked. My legs were dripping wet. My pussy juice had run all the way down them and into the tops of my socks. It felt so uncomfortable, I wanted to strip off my wet clothes...but doing so would invite the inevitable, maybe even provoke it. I wasn't at all sure which was more likely. I wasn't sure about anything at that point, least of all what would happen next.



My biggest fear was that he would want to finish what he'd started and penetrate me with his gigantic erection. Yet I couldn't exactly classify what I felt as fear. It was more like concern. And it wasn't exactly aimed at the idea of penetration itself. It was more like I was worried it would hurt so bad I wouldn't be able to enjoy it.



Which was absurd. Of course it would hurt! And why would I want to enjoy it?!



My biggest fear should have been his cock ripping and tearing my pussy to the point of permanent damage. There'd be no enjoying that even if I wanted to. I reminded myself that his cock was the size of a wine bottle, a big wine bottle at that. Even if he was gentle, the pain would be excruciating. Surely closer to childbirth than any sex I'd ever imagined, let alone had. 



And what if he wasn't gentle, even for a moment, a few seconds? What if he got carried away in his excitement? Wasn't that likely? He was, after all, a wild creature-thing, a literal beast... 



Sure, his eyes and smile and some of his sounds were humanlike, but he wasn't a human. He couldn't even talk, much less understand me if I begged him to stop, or slow down, or to pull out because he was ripping me apart and going far too deep on top of it. I had no idea what kind of sex he was used to, what kind he enjoyed, or if he'd ever fucked a human female before. Did he have any concept of just how far out of my league his cock was?