[Part 18]



  
   It's rather odd when some male has his huge monstercock stuffed up
 your ass and tells you he'd rather talk than fuck. I looked down at
 Morise with a mixture of agreement and disbelief plainly shown on my
 face. My belly sloshed and gurgled, a testamony to the fact that not
 only had my big bruin boyfriend had me stuffed on his over-sized cock
 but that he'd only mere moments before had also decided that my body
 was the most convenient place for him to empty his bladder!

  "Yeah Morise... We really do need ta finish up an' talk... So does
 this mean yer gonna let me get up off'a yer huge cock an' finish
 washin' up so we can talk or do I gotta stay impaled on this thing
 while ya have fun listenin' ta yer 'cock-puppet'?"

  At full erection and while in his bearform Morise has a whopping
 eighteen inches of thick bearcock and while he may not've been in a
 state of full arousal at the moment even soft his huge cock couldn't
 have been anything less than eleven inches and still stiff because of
 his phallic bone. He had made sure to keep himself lodged deep inside
 of me to prevent my rectal muscles from resuming their former, 
pristine state and get me used to riding his huge monstercock. But if
 we were to finish cleaning up and settle down for a meal and 
discussion then he'd have to relent and finally release me from his
 colossal cock.

  "Alright... I'll help ya off'a m'cock fer the moment but if ya think
 yer ass has felt the last'a it yer sadly mistaken!" He reached out to
 place his massive paws under my arms and I felt his grip as he took
 hold, then he slowly lifted me up and I couldn't help but wince... my
 gut muscles seeming reluctant to release their hold on Morise's 
monstercock even despite the remnants of semen and urine he'd blasted
 my bowels with acting to help ease the friction. But however much my
 rectal muscles may've wanted to hold on they were no match for the
 giant werebear's arm muscles as he proceeded to pull me slowly off of
 him inch by inch until finally his mushroom-like glans was all that
 remained and then even that came popping out of me audibly and shortly 
followed by the torrents of fluids the mammoth bruin had deposited 
inside me.

  Finally freed, Morise scooted up to sitting upright to give me room
 to stand and held me awhile longer until he was assured that I was
 sturdy on my feet then released me. The hot water from the shower
 continued to beat at my back but not knowing how much more of it was
 left available I hastened my own cleaning then stepped free of the tub
 to let Morise finish up as I grabbed a towel and began vigorously
 drying myself. Satisfied with it enough I draped the wet towel over my
 shoulders to help further drain my long hair as I walked from the
 bathroom and into the kitchen where I proceeded to open the
 refrigerator and skim the assorted items to see what might make a meal
 large enough for two hungry Weres.

   I gave a scowling growl then got an idea and got out a beer for
 myself then gave Morise a holler. "Hey Ursula, what say I call in fer
 pizza?... I don' feel like cookin'..." 

  You know how you can sometimes almost FEEL someone throw something at
 you even when nothing is thrown? Morise is a giant of a man even in
 human form and he's about as roughneck and redneck as they make'em and
 something told me that had I been in the bathroom when I'd called him
 by some effeminate nickname, I'd have been thoroughly mauled just
 then. But I guess there's just some insanity streak in me that likes
 ta live dangerously and see just how far I can push someone past their
 limits.

  I suddenly found myself hauled into Morise's arms and I noted that
 he'd finally shifted back to man-form so that while his arms were not
 the enormous, fur-covered tree-trunks of his werebear form, they were
 still more than big enough to put most human males to shame and I was
 now imprisoned inside their embrace as he leaned in close and gave
 such a low, gutteral growl that although he may've acted playful there
 was no mistaking the threatening undertones of his voice.

  "WHAT... did you jus' call me?... Maybe you ain't had enough cock
 shoved up in ya ta convince ya that there ain't nothin' 'womanly'
 about this big bear yet, is that what'cher tellin' me?" I gulped 
nervously, the threatening undertones were there sure enough, but while
 it made me  a bit fearful it was also starting to arouse me like you
 wouldn't believe to be held in the arms of a MUCH bigger male who was
 all hot and hard and threatening in his presense. He'd wrapped a towel
 around his waist but even that was no camouflage against my bare butt
 feeling the fabric-covered bulge of his monstercock pressed up against
 it. I whimpered in his arms and feigned a struggle to get away that
 only earned me being effortlessly pulled back against the big, brawny
 truckerbear's body all the more as he growled at his 'helpless prey'... 

    "If I EVER have ta r'mind you jus' how much of a male I am, lil' 
bitch, I assure ya that you ain't gonna be able ta walk straight fer at
 least a month!" His deep, husky voice remained low an gutteral through
 most of his ultimatum and despite the fear it brought forth I was
 rock-hard against him and so tempted to test the merit of his claim
 that it hurt, but I simply gave a mute nod and the meagerest of
 wiggles of my ass against his toweled groin to show I understood.

  "Good!... Then pizza sounds great... get me two large meat-lover's an
 tell'em not ta even bother slicin'em! Don't know how many YOU want but
 I'm starvin'!..." 

  My eyes widened at his order and I knew that even then he was being
 modest in his request, preferring to sate his appetite as a human
 since in bearform he could probably scarf down two large pizzas 
without batting an eye! I know I could in werewolf form, my hunger was
 nigh insatiable, but as a human I tended to eat suprizingly little and
 normally I couldn't even get through half a large pizza without
 stowing the rest away for left-overs.

  So soon I was on the phone placing an order for four large 
meat-lovers and I'm sure the guy over the phone taking my order must've
 had dollar signs go off in his eyes to recieve such an order then
 paused when I gave him my address. I made it a habit of ordering from
 them usually about once a week and I'm sure half their delivery guys
 must have known me by name by now. "You throwin' a party over there,
 dude?" the voice came at me over the phone, "Naaaw, jus' got a guest
 over an don' feel like cookin' fer awhile..." I replied, which got me
 one of those knowing 'Ooooh!' replies like the guy just knew what was
 gonna be goin' on. "Ok, I'll be there in 'bout a half an hour." came
 the reply then he hung up on me as I shrugged and hung up the phone
 then reached in and tossed Morise a beer.

   We retired to the little futon-couch in my living room and
 habitually clicked on the television set and flipped through the
 channels until some program came on worth half-watching then sat there
 sipping our beers in silence for a moment before Morise spoke up.
 "So... how come ya didn't hop online after I'd left?... I sent'cha
 several messages on yer IM but'cha never replied..." I felt a lump
 grow in my throat and used a mouthful of beer to help me swallow it
 down.

  "I... I was watchin' the news the next mornin' after ya'd left...
 There was an accident involvin' a trucker and..." I felt the lump
 return, "They recovered the body but I was so numbed by the news and
 what I thought... it... I..." my eyes started to water up.

  Morise looked over at me and I couldn't face him, turning my head 
away and down. "Don't tell me you thought it was... Oh you poor, silly
 little bitch..." He draped an arm over my shoulder and used a free
 hand to force me to look at him. "If ya had checked yer messages ya
 would'a learned that it wasn't me and that it was another driver from
 our company... and that I was and am very much alive and for ya not ta
 worry... that I'd still be back on my return from haulin' m'load... I
 swear, dude, you are always jumpin' ta the wrong conclusions! Why is
 that?"

   I broke down and let the tears run loose. "It's just.... It's just
 the way things've always been fer me! Rarely anything good ever seems
 ta happen ta me and even when it does an I start ta hope things're
 finally gettin' better somethin' always happens ta screw it all up! 
I'm at the point where I almost don't see the joy in anything anymore 
b'cause I know somethin'll come along ta take it all away! Thinkin' you
 were dead... when I'd finally thought I'd found the one thing in my
 life that'd made me the happiest person on the planet... that was the 
final straw! I... I jus' shut down..."

  Morise hauled me in until I was laying against him and wrapped his
 arms around me and simply held me, not saying a word for the longest
 time while I cried against his chest. Finally after what seemed an
 eternity he simply said, "Well... as ya may've guessed by now... I'm
 still very much alive and ain't plannin' on goin' anywhere anytime
 soon... at least... not in that way... I've found someone that makes
 me really happy in m'life too an I mean ta stick around fer as long as
 I can ta enjoy bein' with'im..." then he grinned and mussed my hair,
 "...and as soon as I leave here I'm gonna go find'im an tell'im how I
 feel!"

  Whatever else he may've said after that was muffled under the impact
 of a couch cushion!



[To be continued....]