[Part 15]



   I felt Morise move atop me, his body shifting positions as he
 lowered his hindlegs to the floor and I thanked whatever gods there
 were for his consideration because although my poor little futon/couch
 might be sturdy, I don't think it was designed to long withstand the
 sudden added weight of over a thousand pounds of horny werebear! The
 tattered remnants of cloth that clung precariously on a few areas of 
his body were all that was left that could've attested to the fact that
 this was a seemingly normal human who was on top of me mere moments
 ago.

  So what do you do when you find yourself suddenly under such a burly
 bruin behemoth with his cock wedged firmly up your ass?... Two 
answers... Pray!... And anything he wants you to do!

  Now mind you, I've had this brutish werebear's cock in me before so
 I'd already felt what being so horendously stuffed by his monstercock
 was like... But that was while I was in my much larger werewolf form,
 and even then it was a true credit to my constitution to be able
 survive this hairy hulk's insatiable lusts. 

  This time however I was on the recieving end of that huge bearcock...
 while still in my human form! And for comparison of our current sizes
 Morise was  well over twice my six foot height and must easily be over
 five times my weight! His cock was about eighteen inches of 
steely-hardness and currently fifteen of those inches of thick, 
spaghetti-jar girthed cock was lodged inside me! Morise gave me a
 single thrust which sent both me and the couch trashing against the
 wall it had it's back nearly resting against.

 "RRrraAAGH!... MORISE!....>whuff<... C'mon dude, tone it down!... Yer
 gonna have m'neighbors complainin'!..." I growled nearly breathlessly
 through clenched teeth as I dared so much as to even bap him smartly
 across his nose to try and snap him out of his crazed lust. He blinked
 a couple times then began to peel back his glossy black lips in a
 warning snarl and from his position hunched up over me I got to see a
 sight that would probably make almost any living thing loose bladder
 control as I saw him struggle to control his instinctual reaction.
 Needless to say there are few times when a bear will tolerate being
 swatted on the nose! Right in the middle of sex wasn't one of those
 rare occassions. Yet for all the high-urgency to back down from this
 threatening vistage I forced myself to remain adamently firm on my
 position until Morise finally saw the logic of my precaution and gave
 me only the slightest of nods that it'd sunk in.

  He held still a moment more, I could feel a wave of bristling fur
 rush down across his body at having been forced to halt his carnal
 intentions, then I felt him regain control of his gentler nature as he
 reached his forearms around and behind me. The great ursine hauled
 himself up to a standing position, his neck bowed and head hung low so
 that he could remain within the height perimeters of my small
 apartment and I was just about to try and sit up myself to try and
 coordinate my movements to match his so that we wouldn't disconnect or
 cause much discomfort when Morise got this evil grin and did klegel
 flex of his groin muscles and I was swung up off the couch to thud 
solidly against his mass of thick bellyfur! His huge arms came about to
 embrace me, nearly burying me entirely under all the ursine appendages
 that enveloped me.

  He awkwardly lumbered around my little coffee table until came to the
 other side of it where the most bare, spascious area of my small
 apartment afforded me and lowered himself down onto his haunches.
 "Grab ya a couple paw-fulls'a fur an hang on!" He growled at me and I
 had just enough time ta  grip him around the sides behind his huge
 pecs and try to hook my ankles in behind his hips and try to clamp my
 legs in tighter around his massive girth when he lowered himself to
 standing on all-4's and I was left suspended beneath him. My grip at 
his sides and his enormous cock inside me keeping us connected more
 than anything else and I heard him shudder with pleasure at the mixed 
annoyance of me gripping tightly at his fur while I fancied that I most
 likely was the tightest orifice his monstercock had ever been inside 
since I highly doubt he could have ever gotten it inside anyone as 
small as me while he was already in this larger form.

  "OooOooh, ya jus' don't know how long I've been wantin' ta see how it
 feels ta really stuff some poor bastard yer size onta m'cock an not
 have ta worry 'bout killin'em!" Morise gruft at me in such a low, sexy
 voice that despite the ache of his humongous bearcock stretching my
 bowels got me rock-hard in an instant an made most of the pain vanish.
 Yeah I suppose most humans certainly couldn't handle having that much
 cock crammed up inside them. I'd seen pictures over the internet of
 some guys who were into fist-fucking and at first it had revolted me
 to think someone would get turned on by having someone shove
 themselves arm-deep inside them but also at the same time it also had
 started to arouse me, for I was no small or average male myself in the
 endowment department and even though I was not as well-hung as Morise
 there'd been few guys who could actually endure the full ride for me
 to be able to enjoy myself freely without having to worry about
 hurting my partner. It'd gotten so hopeless-seeming to me in fact that
 I'd pretty much resigned myself to being the receptive 'bottom' in
 most future relations, even though my 'encounters' were few and far
 between and a few of the men I'd gone out with had insisted they could
 handle me each time they'd show signs of being in pain would make me
 'loose it' and be  unable to go on.

  I was perhaps strange that way in my understanding of things. I
 longed to feel someone's tight orifice around my own cock
 occassionally but couldn't stand to cause anyone undue pain or
 discomfort because of all ruined relations I'd already gone through
 had permanently scarred me psychologically while at the same time I 
reveled in the hunt for someone to brutalize me on their own huge cock
 as if to punish myself for all the pain I'd inflicted on others. I 
probably also wanted to vindicate myself to other well-endowed men to
 letting them know that I was consenting to whatever pain their huge 
erections may cause me and that I knew how it felt to be shunned
 because of their size and I didn't want anyone else to go through the
 loneliness and longing that I'd suffered through for most of my adult
 life.

  But my own lycanthropic nature came into play on even this aspect of
 my life to both cheat me of my self damnation and ensure that my
 suffering would be life-long because my physiology would be more
 flexible and regenerative than a human's... I could feel and endure
 the pain of being so horendously violated and later my body would 
revert back to it's prior, seemingly unmolested state. Each time of 
being anally penetrated by a man's erection was like it was my first.
 And I would need to be 'broken-in' again and again no matter that 
male's endowment size and so I would never know the sense of 
accomplishment of truely being broken-in... Or of my body truely 
growing to accept the dimensions of any other endowed male's 
proportions and feeling that sense of truely being 'made' for someone 
else's pleasure that most human's took for granted.

  It was yet another 'minor annoyance' of my physiology that compounded
 over others that summed up why some felt our existence was more of a
 curse than a blessing and while even I did not usually give this 
portion of my nature much if any thought, it was still one of the
 'nails in my coffin' that nagged the back of my mind and further drove
 that wedge of mutual envy between humans and Weres (well at least in
 my own case) and why I could not understand for the life of me why
 some humans felt they'd be better off as Weres. I guess it was within
 us all to think that the grass is always greener in other pastures.


  I snarled at myself for allowing my mind to run errant when right now
 I was perhaps in the most enviable position some humans might kill to
 be in and Morise bucked his hips and sent my own body's momentum into
 making me ride his ursine erection and I clamped down a howl of pain
 as it accompanied his monstercock as it lanced through my body. Yes, a
 normal human would most assuredly be maimed or killed trying to 
appease the sexual appetites of this big bruin and yet another dark,
 nagging thought blossomed in my mind because Morise had wanted me to
 remain in human form during this, surely his own preferences being
 unintentionally voiced by my consent to enact the fantasies of another
 Were. This dark revelation took some of the pleasure away from this
 act and was starting to agitate me, but I clamped down on my own
 reservations and determined to give Morise his pleasure in accordance
 to my wolven nature...



[To be continued...]