Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (20 page)

“So
you’re saying there’s some many out there who really can turn into a bear?”
This was the first time Roxy had mentioned directly the transforming creature.

Herbert
seemed to be growing uncomfortable with the thread of the conversation. He was
just looking at his tea and not saying anything. Roxy decided to change the
conversation track.

“So it’s
been a while since you’ve been with a woman?” said Roxy.

Herbert
nodded. “Almost a decade, I’d imagine.”

“I
thought all you tough Alaska guys were hitting the whorehouses day and night.
Or is that just a cliché I have in my mind from the Wild West stories and TV
shows?”

“Well,”
said Herbert. “I won’t lie to you. They’re pretty common. I mean it’s not like
in the TV shows. I mean, not that I’ve ever been to one myself. It’s not my
style.”

Roxy
nodded. She knew read probably knew all about them from owning a bar, but she
could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. He wasn’t the type of man
to go to prostitutes. She wouldn’t have been interested in him if he had been.

“It’s
more like single working women. They have hard lives, really. It’s not really
right to look down on them, just because their line of work. We get a lot of
them coming into the bar every night. And a lot of the men...Well, a lot of the
men here have heard lives. It’s the only pleasure the get sometimes. Not to
mention the only feminine comfort. There aren’t a lot of soft spots in their
lives up here in Alaska. A lot of the guys are truckers or oil rig workers. Or
fishermen. They can go weeks without ever seeing a woman. And male comradery
only goes so far. You saw what happened in the bar downstairs tonight. That’s
how most of their nights end up, in fights.”

Roxy
nodded. “They didn’t seem like friends, really. At least from what I saw. How
can friends end up fighting like that?”

“They’ve
got a hard life,” said Herbert, slowly. “That’s the way things work out here. A
lot of fighting. A lot of acting tough, despite what you feel inside. They’ll
probably wind up going to visit a ‘lady of the night,’ if you will, once
they’ve each knocked a couple of the others’ teeth out onto the snow.”

Roxy
snickered at Herbert’s old-fashioned use of ‘lady of the night.’ She hadn’t
heard that term for years and years, maybe since she was a little girl. “Wait,”
said Roxy, once when had stopped laughing, realizing what Herbert had said.
“You mean they’ll go to the same woman? Like at the same time?”

Herbert
nodded, cracking a little smile himself. “It’s kind of funny, really. Friends
here have to do everything together. Whether it’s working, drinking, fighting,
or fucking. Doesn’t really matter. They got to do it together so they can talk
about it later.”

Roxy
pictures the huge man and the short man mounting a prostitute together. Would
one go in her mouth, while one entered her from behind? Would they enter her
together, at the same time, shoving their erect cocks together into her pussy?
Would they come together, excreting cum all over each others’ cocks, so that
they each had to wipe the semen off once they had finally pulled out?

Roxy got
excited just thinking about it. She could feel herself breathing a little
faster. Her big boobs started to heave up and down in time with her panting.
She was getting wet, she knew, down below. “Hey,” she said, somewhat awkwardly,
since she was still picturing the two men mounting the prostitute together. “I
know you just...um...finished. But since it’s been a while, maybe you have
another load read to fire?”

Herbert
laughed, looking somewhat bashful.

Roxy
looked down at his jeans, where a big bulge already forming.

Herbert
was looking into his tea, and glancing up occasionally at Roxy. Or, more
accurately, he glanced up occasionally at her breasts.

Roxy got
up and moved closer to Herbert. She didn’t need to do anything more. Once
again, Herbert’s personality seemed to change before her eyes. His physical
being seemed to change along with his personality. He suddenly seemed again
powerful and tough and wiry, and very animal like. His breathing became heavier
and heavier, and faster and faster. Gone was the bashful, shy Herbert who
hadn’t been with a women in a decade. He was replaced by the Herbert who knew
what he wanted. And he wanted Roxy.

He leaned
over and kisser her deeply, reaching out with his right hand to lightly tough
the side of her neck. He ran his hand down her neck until it connected with her
breasts. He didn’t fondle them yet directly, but lightly ran his fingers like a
paintbrush around the sides of her breasts and down to her stomach, where his
hand came to rest on her belly button. It was as if he was holding her womb, a
womb he might want to, at least in the moment, impregnate with his own seed.

They
continued to kiss. His tongue was deep inside her. But it wasn’t too much. The
kiss didn’t have too much saliva, and it wasn’t too dry. It was just right.
Herbert used his other hand, meanwhile, to stroke Roxy’s hair.

Herbert
was tender yet powerful. The make out session felt romantic, rather than lustful.
But in another moment, that all changed. Roxy knew her own breathing was
growing stronger. She let out an inadvertent soft moan as Herbert’s hand landed
for a moment on her moist crotch. The juices from her vagina had already soaked
through her underwear and, this time, even her pants. She looked down for a
moment, opening her yes during the kiss, to catch a glimpse of Herbert’s
stubble, and, as her eyes moved down, her own completely soaked pants crotch.
Her body was ready for him. It was lubricated itself so much that Herbert would
be able to slide in and out, penetrating her with ease, despite his enormous
and throbbing mushroom type member.

Herbert
seemed to sense that Roxy was ready. In a moment, the mood went from romantic
and slow to lustful and fast. That was more what Roxy was used to. She was used
to one night stands where the man wanted to enter her as soon as possible, do
his deed, ejaculate inside her, inside a condom of course, and then flee well
before the sun rose.

Roxy
sense in Herbert a different kind of desire. He wanted her. He wanted to
possess something about her. He wanted her body. But he also wanted something
deeper and more innate, something more powerful.

Herbert
rose up a little, opening his eyes, and drawing away from Roxy’s mouth. She
rose up on the couch, the way a bear might in the wild before it attacks. Then
he pounced, pushing himself forward on Roxy. His pounce was a gentle but
powerful attack. Roxy was pushed onto her back on the couch, her head sinking
into the deep cushions. It didn’t hurt, and in fact the ‘attack’ made her even
more excited. Normally, in her one-night stands, Roxy longed for more
caressing, for a slower pace. But tonight, here in Alaska, she was ready for
Herbert to penetrate her as soon as possible. She didn’t need any more caresses
or kisses. She wanted to be fucked, hard and fast.

Herbert
seemed to read her mind. He pushed himself on top of her. She felt the whole
weight of his body, and was overwhelmed with his manly Alaskan sent. There was
something animalistic not only in his movements, but in his scent too. His
smell reminded Roxy of the woods, of camp fires. It reminded her of the distant
Northern tundra that she had only seen in movies, and read about in books. It
reminded her of the ice melting in the spring, and of the salmon swarming the
rivers. It reminded her of fishing, and of sunsets and the bittersweet sting of
mosquito bites.

With his
weight still fully on her, Herbert bucked up his hips and reached down with his
hands to undo his thick belt buckle. With a deft and quick motion, he
unbuttoned his fly. Roxy could hear the buttons popping out one by one, and she
seemed to quiver in anticipation with each button. In a moment, Herbert had
undone her own pants and pulled them down around her knees.

She could
feel his huge erect penis pressing against her thighs. In a moment, he was
pressing its mushroom head to the wet juices of her pussy. It was sliding all
around. He was trying to tease her, by pushing the head in just a smidgen, and
then pulling back out again, and by rubbing it all over her. The teasing
worked, and Roxy let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.

But
Herbert wanted it too badly to really tease her properly. The next thing Roxy
knew, Herbert had plunged all the way in, not even going slowly and gently. The
pain was substantial, and it shot all the way through her. But it mixed with
the pleasure of having him inside her, and the pleasure overwhelmed the pain.

The pain
didn’t subside, like it sometimes did. It grew strong and stronger, but so did
the pleasure. She was acutely aware of Herbert’s heavy body pushing down on top
of her. She wouldn’t have been able to get up if she’d wanted. He was groping
her breasts, pulling the top of her shirt up to expose them wit his teeth. He
was acting like an animal, but so was Roxy. She was bucking her hips, enjoying
the sensation of power she had, even though she was underneath him.

He was
grunting loudly with each powerful thrust. He continued over and over to
penetrate her. The strokes of his cock were long. He pulled it nearly all the
way out each time he went to reenter her. He seemed to have magnificent control
of his cock. Sometimes he would pull it all the way out, and then enter her
again without even using his hand to guide it. But Roxy was so wet that the
cock slid back in easily. All it had to do was make brief contact with the
outer labia, and it would find its way back home, back deep inside of her,
where he belonged, as if it were magnetically guided.

Roxy
moaned as she received Herbert’s cock. It seemed to last for hours. Her mind’s
eye was filled with the imagined image of his cock piercing her. But other
images were coming in. Images of bears, images of hunters and rifles, images of
the spring ice melting. Images of Alaskan forests in the winter. An image of a
sacred grove somewhere deep in the wilderness, a crudely carved statue in the
center, a statue of unbelievable importance. They felt like ancient images, and
she didn’t know where they were coming from.

They came
together. Roxy’s orgasm built up over about thirty seconds. “Come inside me,
baby,” she managed to say, between pants and moans.

Herbert
came, his semen pumping deep inside of her over and over. She could feel his
the head of his cock spasming powerfully as it shot his thick load. As he came
inside her, Herbert grunted like an animal, bucking his hips, thrusting, so
that his penis was deep inside her, as far as it would go.

Herbert
rolled off of her, getting to his feet on the ground. He knelt beside her. She
was still lying on the couch, sprawled out, trying to catch her breath. It had
been a crazy session, much more powerful than the sporadic sex she’d had. Way
more powerful and meaningful than the sex she’d had with Ron, the janitor back
at the College. She hadn’t even orgasmed with Ron, but had felt obligated to
fake it. And this was a lot more powerful even than the orgasms her industrial
vibrator produced.

From
where he was kneeling, Herbert reached out and patted her hair gently. He held
the back of her head in his firm and strong grip.

Roxy
reached down to feel her vagina. Herbert’s thick and pungent semen was mixed
wither own fluids, forming a kind of stick foam. She knew it was more sanitary
to wipe it away. She should probably take a trip to the bathroom and try to let
the semen drip out, or even give herself a douche. It wasn’t often that she had
sex without condoms.

Herbert
and Roxy had moved over from the couch to his bed, a big old-fashioned king
size bed, with a fancy wooden headboard. The sheets were fine quality. They
were soft, and felt great against Roxy’s body. She could tell just by their
feel that they had a very high thread count.

“I
wouldn’t have expected you to have a bed like this. It’s so...fancy. So elaborate,”
said Roxy. She curled up, lying on her side. Herbert was spooning her from
behind. She liked the feel of his naked body pressing against hers. She had
rarely felt closer to someone. This was the first time that Roxy had ever had
sex and not fled the scene immediately afterwards, uttering some awkward
excuse. For some reason, things felt different with Herbert. Maybe it had
something to do with the strong, gentleness she felt he had.

“I’ve got
a lot of fancy things,” said Herbert. “All my cookware is glass or cast iron,
for instance”

Roxy was
impressed he even know what glass cook ware was.

“I have
the Le Creuset stuff, the good stuff. Got it from a neighbor once.”

“Speaking
of food,” said Roxy. “Do you have anything to eat around here? Some take out
leftovers or anything?” Her stomach was growling, and beginning to become
painful. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t actually eaten anything
since back in New Jersey, where she’d had a Cinnabun at the airport.

“I eat
most of my meals at the bar,” said Herbert. “Despite having all that good
kitchen equipment, I just can’t bring myself to cook for myself.”

“I know
how that is,” said Roxy. And she did. Cooking meals for herself always seemed
so sad and pointless, without anyone to share the food with. Roxy usually felt
very shy about her weight when eating in front of anyone, and she avoided doing
so at almost all costs. She was surprised at herself for asking Herbert about
food. It would mean that they would eat together, and Herbert would see her
eating. He’d be seeing all the calories she was packing into herself. But
Herbert didn’t seem to mind her big body. In fact, during sex, Roxy’s love
handles and big breasts had seemed to excite him even further.

“I can
run down to the bar and get something. Todd in the kitchen can fry us up some
hamburgers really quick. Or, did you want something fancier? I don’t know you
city girls are used to eating.” Herbert seemed to grow embarrassed, as if a
hamburger wouldn’t be a distinguished enough meal for her.

Roxy
smiled to herself at Herbert’s concern. Coming from New Jersey, she had
certainly never considered herself refined, but she had to admit she liked that
Herbert thought of her in this way. “A hamburger sound perfect,” she said. “Why
don’t I go down with you, so you don’t have to go alone?”

“Sounds
good,” said Herbert nodding.
“Can we cuddle just a little more?” said
Roxy.
Herbert laughed. “Sure,” he said. “But I’m getting pretty hungry.”

They
cuddled in bed together for another ten minutes. It was so nice and peaceful
being in bed with Herbert that Roxy had completely forgotten where she was and
why she’d come here. She felt like she had known Herbert for years and years.
It certainly didn’t feel like he’d been the taxi driver she’d met at the
airport. Thoughts of the bear discussion from the bar were completely distant
to her now. She’d completely forgotten that she’d lost her job. And she’d
completely forgotten that she was supposed to be looking for archeological
evidence of some kind of human bear shape shifter.

“It looks
so cute,” said Roxy, giggling, as she looked down and swatted at Herbert’s limp
penis. It was still quite large, even when soft. It really did look cute
though. Roxy had always thought it was strange how a penis could turn her on so
much when it was full of blood, but when it was soft she just felt something
like motherly attention to it.

“Ouch, it
hurts,” said Herbert, in mock pain, making some fake wincing noises that make
Roxy giggle even harder.

Roxy
swatted his limp penis again. “Look,” she said. “It’s like a little pendulum,
just swinging around.”

“Or a
snake,” said Herbert, laughing along with her.
“Some kind of strange sea
animal,” said Roxy, leaving her hand on his penis for a moment. The next thing
she knew, she felt it growing in her hand. She looked down, and the penis was
rapidly filling with blood, becoming engorged. It swelled and blossomed,
quickly growing again to its full height and width.

“I
thought you’d taken it all out of me,” said Herbert, looking down at his cock.

“Well,
well, well,” said Roxy. “I thought you would have been done too. Aren’t you a
good boy,” changing her tone of voice into a soft sort of whisper. “But you
just got too excited with me playing with your cock, didn’t you? Didn’t you,
Herbert? I was just too sexy for you.”

Herbert
nodded. He rolled over onto his back so that his cock was pointed straight up
like a spear in the ground. Roxy was on her side, leaning over him, whispering
into his ear. Her great bunch of disheveled hair fell onto his Herbert’s head,
covering it, and falling into and around his mouth. Roxy ran her hand down his
smooth cock, giving it little tugs. Herbert tilted his head back and closed his
eyes, letting out a little moan.

“That’s
right, baby,” cooed Roxy. “Let’s get all that cum out of you. Let’s get it all
out. We don’t want you to have any left in those big balls of yours, those
heaving cum cisterns.”

She ran
her hand up and down, faster and faster. It only took a minute until Herbert
came again. He bucked his hips as he came, as if he was still inside Roxy. A
stream of his cum shot out like a rope from the raging tip of his cock. It
landed on his powerful, hairy chest and the bottom of his neck.

“That’s a
good boy,” said Roxy, reaching up to Herbert’s chest. She ran her hands slowly
through his thick black hair. Her fingertips touched the thick sticky cum. She
moved her fingers along his body, carrying his cum with them. She smeared the
cum all over his chest, giggling as she did so. She bent over and licked the
cum. First, just a little taste. It tasted salty this time, but also pungent and
sweet. It tasted powerful. Roxy had a momentary vision in her mind’s eye of the
distance Alaskan wilderness. That was strange, she thought. But she was too
busy licking Herbert’s cum to think much of it. She licked and licked,
swallowing periodically, until she had taken all the semen from his chest.

“Wow,”
said Herbert. “Can’t remember that last time I went three times. Let me repay
you the favor.”

“It’s all
right,” said Roxy. “Thanks, but I’m really hungry. I don’t think I can get off
on an empty stomach.”

“All
right,” said Herbert, looking legitimately disappointed. “But maybe just one
lick?”

“You want
to lick me just once?” said Roxy, a little surprised. Did he really want to
lick her that badly? She’d always thought guys were doing it just so they could
get more sex. In truth, she hadn’t had that many guys go down on here. They
were usually just more interested in shoving their cocks inside her, whether in
her mouth or pussy as fast as possible, and cumming as fast as possible.

“Yeah,
just one little lick,” said Herbert, in mock pleading voice.

“All
right,” said Roxy, lying down on her back, and spreading her legs wide. “Have
at it, kid.” She could tell she was already a little wet.

Herbert
leaned over, repositioning himself, so that he was flat on his stomach, his
head sticking up towards Roxy’s vagina.

“Now
you’ve only got one lick...” said Roxy, playfully.

“I better
make it a good one,” said Herbert. But instead of licking her, he took his
strong delicate fingers and ran them along the outer rim of her lips. She felt
herself growing wetter and wetter. It felt like a river down there, or a
fountain, with the waters flowing out of her and onto the sheets.

For a
moment, she was worried about the sheets. Would her juices stain them? But then
Herbert liked her. It was a slow lick, beginning well below her vagina. He used
the

wide base
of his tongue to connect with her, pressing it against her with firm pressure.
It traveled up her vagina, up to her clitoris, where it paused. All thoughts of
sheets were gone from her mind.

Roxy also
completely forgot about the impending hamburger from the bar. And the “one
lick” rule. She was overwhelmed completely by the pleasure. Herbert licked her
again and again. He was extremely dexterous with his tongue, using it in
powerful and agile ways.

He used
the tip of is tongue to penetrate. And he used the flat, broad base to press,
lick, and lap.

He was
licking, and licking, and Roxy was moaning and moaning. She orgasmed quickly,
but felt another one coming, and began moaning in time to that one too. Most of
the time, she had her head tilted back and her eyes closed, and mouth open. But
once in a while she glanced down.

She liked
looking at Herbert’s powerful back and buttock below her. He was stretched out
on the bed before her, face down, completely naked. After a few minutes of
cunnilingus, she noticed that Herbert had gotten excited himself. The thought
that her pussy and her juices were making him hard only excited her further.

Most of
the time, Herbert’s torso was flat against the bed. But once in a while he had
to get up on his elbows, and his chest rose about a foot from the bed, and his
stomach rising a few inches. His stomach came up just high enough that if Roxy
looked down, she could see his hard cock pressed into the mattress. It was so
hard and big that it made an indentation in the mattress.

After
Roxy’s second orgasm, Herbert started moaning a little himself. Roxy looked
down, to see that he while still licking her, he had begun to hump the bed. She
saw his buttocks clench and unclench. It looked sexy and muscular. He rose up
on his elbows, sliding his cock along the smooth sheets, causing an indentation
to form. She watched the front of this cock slide up and down, and she watched
his buttock clench and unclench.

Roxy
found his humping unbearably sexy, and she came one last final time. A moment
later, Herbert had gotten himself off by humping the mattress, and he thrust
his cock forward and down, clenching his ass together powerfully. He shot a thick
load right into the sheets, soaking them through. He rolled over on his side,
collapsing against Roxy’s body.

They lay
like that together, at a right angle, for almost half an hour. Roxy had never
felt so exhausted and relaxed in her life. Once again, she felt she had known
Herbert for years, if not decades.

Finally,
despite the calm and quiet and romantic comradely, their stomachs were both
rumbling, so they got off the bed to get dressed to go downstairs.

Herbert
got up first, completely naked. Roxy watched him get dressed, pulling his jeans
on one leg at a time. He looked athletic and agile from behind.

Roxy got
dressed to, and they walked hand in hand down the flight of steps that they had
come up only hours before. The moment in the stairwell now felt like years ago
to Roxy. Walking out of the apartment with Herbert, she felt so inexplicably
close to him, that she felt almost as if she had lived in that apartment,
coupled with Herbert, for years and years. It didn’t feel at all like they had
just met.

Herbert
paused for a moment on the stairwell. He didn’t say anything, but he drew Roxy
close to him. He put his hands around her waist. She felt his powerful,
muscular chest pressing against her breasts.

He leaned
in and kissed her. It was kiss like Roxy had never had before. It was
completely electric. Something warm was bubbling up from her solar plexus. At
the same time, a shiver ran down her neck. She felt like she had pins and
needles all over. How could one kiss be so powerful?