XXX-Fiction

This is the story of how I died. I’m not sure if that should make you sad or not. I guess it all depends on the type of person you are. For some, a light going out is sad. Some of you might be happy because there’s one less idiot in the world. And some of you might get aroused because my death was anything but ordinary.

I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Alexis, and by everyone’s reaction to me, I guess I’m attractive. I’m about 5’8″ and 121 lbs., give or take and have about a 34D bust. My waist is around 24″, and my hips are about 36″ with a bit of a bubble butt. My hair’s mahogany brown with some red highlights, and I have brown eyes and pouty full lips.

My story begins with trying to keep up with fads and doing my best to be cool. In this case, I was trying to camp. More specifically, I was trying glamorous camping, where you stay in luxury tents with all the mod cons (glamping). This was the biggest and last mistake of my twenty-five-year-old life.

So I’m glamping on an extended weekend, and I’ve gotten lost hiking. The sun is going down, and I’m aimlessly wandering around, hoping to get my bearings and return to my camp before it is dark, when I hear a noise from the woods.

“Hello,” I call, but there’s no answer, “hello, I could use some help; I’m lost and all alone out here.”

Suddenly, there is a roar, and a bear steps out of the woods and takes a few steps towards me. I’m not sure, but in my head, it’s a grizzly bear, and it’s going to kill me and eat me, and all because I’ve got to be trendy. The bear lets out a roar and takes a swat at me and barely misses ripping my head off but rips my flannel shirt. And that’s when I noticed it, its penis is HARD!

Again I’m not sure if it’s my imagination or not, but it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen or imagined. Now I’m in a whole new world of trouble, and I don’t know what to do and I’m regretting this decision more and more. I try and run, but the grizzly bear swats at me again and contacts me just enough to throw me into a tree, knocking the wind out of me.

I’m lying on the ground, winded, when I hear the bear thud to the ground and approach me on all fours.

‘Fuck, I’m screwed,’ I thought.

I try to crawl away but can’t manage it before it’s on top of me.

‘Oh, shit,’ I thought and started to panic.

The bear paws at me again, managing to roll me over, and tears the top of my pants. The grizzly bear seems to know what it’s doing and what it wants. Because it paws at me again and pulls my cargo pants down mid-thigh, showing off the top of my stockings and my panties down to where the waistband is just above my mound. The bear paws at me once more, and my womanhood is exposed to this horny beast.

‘Holy shit,’ I thought as the cool evening air hit my now exposed pussy.

Unsurprisingly, but still to my shock and horror, the bear positions itself to mount me, and it does.

‘Holly shit, it’s fucking huge,’ I thought as I screamed till my throat was hoarse.

I scream some more, but no one hears me. It’s just Barry the raping bear and me, Alexis the idiot.

The bear’s grunting as it humps into me, and to my surprise and shame, I like it.

‘Oh fuck,’ I sigh in my head.

It’s bigger than any of my sex toys, maybe just too big. Amazingly, I find myself thrusting against Barry. To my shame and immense pleasure, I moan out loud, “Oh God, yeah.”

Barry senses this and starts to take pleasure from what it’s doing to me, giving me even more pleasure. It’s pushing me along the forest floor at this point.

To my shock and horror, my moans and groans join Barry’s grunt. I’ve gotten my ruined pants down to my ankles, where they’re pooling around the tops of my boots. I find my hand snaking its way up under my shirt. It slips under my bra and starts playing with my breasts when I realize something is wrong. My brain registers that the bear is hurting me, causing damage, but my body seems to know where this is going and has shut down my pain centers and turned up my pleasure centers.

I am ashamed that this is the BEST sex I have EVER had, I’m cumming on this bear’s huge cock almost continuously at this point, and part of me is sad that this is most likely the last sex I will ever have.

Barry is hitting all the right spots at about this point, and I am beyond caring sadly, “Oh God, fuck yeah, tear me apart, you fucking animal.”

I can tell we’re building together, so I pull my shirt up and bra down to feel the cool night air on my hardening nipples and wrap my arms around its forelegs.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I’m matching its pace and rhythm when it happens. We cum together; the only time I get to cum with a partner to squirt, and it’s with my bear rapist. The bear jizzes deep inside of me. If it could impregnate me, I’m sure I would be, and I have such a powerful orgasm that it’s the only time I squirt. I push up into the bear, on Barry’s cock, against the powerful thrusts and scream in ecstasy; fuck does this feel like heaven.

As I die squirting while I moan and groan, feeling this bear cum inside of me, I realize this I how I will be found—well-used and pleasured by a bear. But I guess there are worse ways to go. It could have eaten me.

I wondered, ‘What will whoever finds me think? Will they be sad for the beautiful dead girl, happy that this idiot girl got herself killed, or aroused by my ample breasts, leaking pussy, and nyloned encased legs? Will they think I’m a rape victim, or will they somehow know I had sex with a bear? And when they do find out I had sex with a bear, will they release it, and if they do, what will people think of me?’

Sadly, I can’t say as I care.

It was the GREATEST sex of my life, and I’m dead now.

They can’t bother me now.

 

The End.