Yuppie Screwed By Black Mountain Man - Film at Eleven

Yuppie Screwed By Black Mountain Man - Film at Eleven By Dr.Bone who sez: Ya gotta be an adult to read the below listed story. The Wife Watcher appears in a parking lot out of the shadows. He holds a trash paper with a woman?s picture on it. The headline reads ?Woman fucked in woods by bigfoot grows huge breasts. The Wife Watcher turns and speaks, ? Even a fool can hit upon the truth. Cindy had been missing for three weeks. Finally she was found, dazed in the parking lot of the trail she had been hiking. She was okay, except that her tits were much bigger, and she promptly left her boyfriend of eight years to go on an environmental crusade. What had happened? You shall now find out?..? Cindy had been on the cliff?s ledge for two days. She had fell and only scrapped her knee. However the problem was that it was 100 feet down a sheer wall and twenty feet up an even smoother wall. Her voice was hoarse from yelling for help. Not that it would have done much good as the wind and rain had drowned out her yells. To make matters worse she had gone on a different trail than the one she had signed up for at the rangers station. ?Stupid woods.? Cindy was surprised at herself for saying that, she had always been one of these ?earth-first? vegetarian chicks. Her clothes were made out of environmentally friendly fibers. She even drove a crappy hybrid car. She was quiet, meek and mousy, giving her boyfriend the bare minimum of sex before wanting to snuggle. Under a garbage bag she had brought with her she tried to catch a few mouthfuls of water to drink. Suddenly she felt eyes gazing at her. She looked up at a form that she first mistook to be a bear, until her eyes focused a little bit better and she could see it was a man, a large man. His black skin and beard made it hard to make out his features. He called down to her, ?Need some help lady?? Realizing he was real and not an illusion she called up to him, ?I fell. I?m not hurt, other than a skinned knee. Do you have rope to get me back up?? ?How do I know that you are not a claim-jumper or some government agent looking to get my claim?? She told him she was not. ?Well to make sure you have no weapons take off your clothes. All of them.? She told him she would not do no such thing. ?Pushy city woman.? he tossed her down a bottle of water. It was a plastic bottle that had been refilled and reused several dozen times. The label had faded to being unreadable. ?I can?t argue. I?ll be back in two days, gotta go to town. Found some more nuggets.? He turned and left. She screamed after him to no avail. It was a rough two days for Cindy. When he finally returned she was glad. She had not eaten for a day and a half and was feeling dizzy. He stood on the ledge waiting. As he was about to turn away she practically ripped off her flannel shirt. She continued to strip, though she had barely energy to untie her hiking boots. He dropped down a bucket and told her to put her clothes in it. ?Well you have no hidden microphones, good. Now, put this around you.? It was a blanket that she wrapped around herself followed by a rope that she put around her under her arms. Even as she started to pass out she noted the ease with which he hauled her up the cliff side. She vaguely felt him sling her over his shoulders and then, at last, passed out. During the next two days she would hover between being awake and asleep, when she awoke a hot bitter brew was forced down her throat that made her feel better. On the third day, late in the evening she awoke. Confusion flooded her mind for a moment. Where was she? Then she realized she was in the cabin of her rescuer who was smoking a pipe and watching her from a rough hewn wood chair. About time you came about city-girl. I didn?t think that injun potion would bring you through. Cindy started to correct him as she sat up telling him it was ?Native-American?, when she realized that her body felt different. As the blanket fell she realized she had tits. Not the small things that had filled a trendy brand name cable sweater, but big fat female boobs that she would see in her brother?s poorly hidden girlie magazines. And as she looked down she realized her ass had become bigger and more rounded. She turned to look in the dirty sideways turned bar mirror and through the letters of some long forgotten brew she took herself in, her tits were soft with huge nipples, her slender waist led to a soft rounded butt, and her thin hair was now a thick blonde mane. ?What have you done to me?? she cried out. ?Well when I saw you on the ledge like that I did not know how long you were there. You looked like skin and bones, so I got the injun medicine man, Crazy Beaver, to whip me up a bunch of his medicine. Usually they give it to girls who are slow in reaching woman hood, such as you, it also strengthens them up. ?I look like a porn whore. How could you do this? You animal.? Totally ignoring her he began to undress. ?What you need is some good loving, most women type folk act funny like you when they have not had it in a long time.? With this he began to strip. ?What are you doing?? she watched as took off his clothes revealing an awesomely hard muscular body. She should have looked away but she did not. Then his pants dropped to the floor and she saw the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was fourteen inches long with a head the size and color of a big plumb. Now a little aside. The man was know to his neighbors as ?Mad-Mountain-Michael?. In the late 70?s he had tried to do porn films when he had the misfortune of fucking a costar (who was not ready for his cock size) unconscious. He, however thought she was dead, and in those pre-cell days could not be reached after he fled the scene. In a bus terminal in New York he fed quarters into a pay per minute television, thinking of what to do next. He saw a show (whose name escapes me), about a mountain man and a bear. He headed to the woods, built a cabin and has been there ever since. The Indians leave him alone thinking he is a crazy (thus holy) man. Ever since he started fucking the shit out of the head forest ranger (and giving her the magic potion) she has turned a blind eye to his activities. These included panning for gold, growing pot, rescuing (and fucking) the occasional hiker and solving mysteries for the police. Cindy looked wide eyed at his cock. Harold, her boyfriend?s cock was barely a quarter of that size. ?What are you going to do?.You can?t mean to use that on me. It won?t?? She fell backwards onto the bed with her legs spread wide. Mike grabbed her legs and put them on her shoulders. She started to complain but her pussy was actually throbbing hot. A result of the potion and years of Harold?s small dick. His head slid into her cunt, with relative ease. He began to hump her hard. Her protests died down and were replaced with demands, to be fucked harder. She could hardly believe what she was saying. ?Fuck me harder you bastard! Break the bed! Harder!? He fucked her for over a half hour. When he was close to cumming she pulled his cock out. Getting into the classic position on her knees she stuck it in her mouth, her lips stretched skin tight around his shaft as she pumped it with both hands. When he came she swallowed as fast as possible, only gagging a little bit due to the huge load. She kept his cock in her mouth and kept working it until was hard again. He propped her belly up with some pillows and entered her from behind, telling her that she was giving him ?Some good city style loving.? As he pounded her again, the door knocked, she got ready to bolt out of the bed and cover herself, but he held her firmly by the hips telling her, ?Relax, that?s the neighbors here for the card game. Now would it be neighborly of you to run out the room?? The door swung open and in entered an odd trio. First there was Zeke the local moonshiner complete with long beard and hair, Crazy Beaver the Indian who had given Mike the potion and Maybelle the female park ranger with the huge tits thanks to the potion. ?Well now Mike, when you put out a spread you go all out.? Maybelle said as she and the two men started to strip. ?What do you think you are doing. Is everyone in dogpatch a sex maniac.? She hushed when she saw that the two men?s cocks, while not as big as Mike?s were in the ten to twelve inch range. ?Come here my big black lover and let the boys play.? Maybelle said grabbing Mike by the ass and pulling him away from Cindy. As soon as his cock popped out of her pussy Zeke got behind her and pushed it in. ?Hey wait a minute. You can?t. I uhhhh! Hardly know you.? she said as her lust took over her. ?Well I don?t know your name lady and I?m fucking you.? she gasped out her name. Rutting-Bear smiling walked in front of her and said well I am called Crazy Beaver and this is my cock, open your mouth. Cindy giggled and then did just that. What happened that night? The more important thing to ask is what did not? And the answer is not much. Cindy took load after load in every hole including her formerly virgin sphincter. When the guys got tired she and Maybelle wound up licking each other?s asses, cunts and pussies clean. Then the guys got hard again and the ladies teamed up. Both women worked each cock together, bringing them to a climax that almost made these stout hearted men faint. Cindy stayed with Mike for two weeks of fucking and fun. Then she started to feel blue about her boyfriend. Mike told her to go and if she wanted to come back she knew where to meet him. She did not know what he meant at the time. After she was ?found? she found her life boring. Her boyfriend?s pencil cock did little to excite her. She found her activist friends to be hypocrites. Their cars caused more damage to the environment then any amount of the protesting they did helped. Finally Cindy had had it. One night she figured out what Mike had meant. She pretended to leave the country on some sort of environmentalist crusade so nobody would look for her. She lowered herself down to the ledge she had been on. Mike came that afternoon. ?Wow you city folk are sure in a rush. I did not expect you back for another day or so. Maybe I should not have scheduled a card game for tonight. ?I would have been mad if you didn?t.? Cindy said as Mike pulled her back up. The Wife Watcher appears as a shadow near the ledge that Cindy was waiting on. He takes out a bottle of the magic potion. And for one brief moment assumes the shape of Crazy Beaver. ?I am the Wife Watcher and perhaps you should be at home fucking your environmentalist girlfriends instead of letting them take hikes in the woods. And perhaps not.? In the distance you can hear Cindy scream and moan as she gets the shit fucked out of her. As the sun sets the Wife Watcher fades away with an eerie laugh. 10337 1.70/512345