Hartford Woods was notorious. It had history, and not a nice one. Shit happens in Hartford Woods that leave grown men crying in their own soiled briefs. Women scream in terror and are never the same once they make it out. If they make it out at all. Very few have. The ones that walk away are usually not the same people they were when they went in. Smack dab in the middle of there, and in between here and over yonder is Hartford Woods. Two hundred square miles of bullshit, mayhem and mystery.
Most locals avoid Hartford like the plague. Some are not afraid and have hunted game in the woods for generations without so much as a Chupacabra or a Bigfoot sighting. Some have claimed to have seen aliens, ghosts, dragons and the undead. Those that have seen these things, well, they're not around to tell you shit.
Gregory Stevens never believed in the stories the townspeople told. The 19 year old former track star was running for his life. Back in the day he had won trophies and medals, was adored by women and envied by men. He was fast as lightening then. The black track was his element. This was not it. This was Hartford Woods, and the beast that was after him didn't give two shits about trophies and medals.
The snarling massive beast came crashing through the trees as it entered the clearing and slid in the wet leaves. It drifted in the soft earth below it's powerful lower legs and large clawed feet dug into the ground and gained a foothold. With a snarl the beast kicked off and continued onward towards his prey. The beast was tall and powerful. Rippling muscles flexed and stretched under dark black fur with each powerful movement it took as it leaped over fallen logs and blew through bushes and pine. It's eyes were dark and focused, it's teeth bared and sharp. It had it's next meal in sight.
Steven could feel his insides ready to burst. His sides hurt like never before. His muscles ached and his legs felt ready to crumble beneath him. Still, he pushed himself to keep going. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel the beating, almost hear each beat as he ran. He tripped and crashed to the ground, his face scraping dirt, leaves and wetness. He cried out and looked back to see nothing there. He coughed and tried to catch his breath as he held his side and stood up. He turned and ran again. Fast. His second, maybe third wind kicked in and his adrenaline rushed through him. He looked back only briefly, but when he turned he ran right into the beast. It felt like a concrete wall and sprung out of nowhere. He was dazed and didn't see the blackness coming until it consumed him. The beast howled loudly and pierced the night with his cries.
Three Days Later
Veronica Dawson, Roni for short, 22 years old and single, leaned at the window to her bedroom looking out at the yard below. It wasn't the glorious blue sky or the warm summer breeze that had her so interested it the outdoors. It was Mrs. Fletcher hanging up her laundry. Roni smiled as Mrs. Fletcher, a pregnant but still statuesque brunette leaned over in her shorts to gather up her freshly washed towels. She loved the way her shorts rode up those glorious ass cheeks and hugged her white pantied puss.
"Damn that looks so good...fuuuuck, I bet she taste like cool-whip on peach pie."
Roni reached down and adjusted the pillow she had stuffed between her legs and was humping slowly through her panties. Her little clit was throbbing as she moved her hips up and down. Her panties had been soaked and her pussy dripping since she woke up to a beautiful day knowing that Mrs. Fletcher would be doing her wash. God she was gorgeous! Big tits, a taunt shapely ass and long legs that could wrap around you twice. Roni had spilled a lot of DNA fantasizing about going down on the MILF.
Roni reached down and slid her hand down the front of her panties and stroked her clit. Mrs. Fletcher was almost done hanging clothes, and she wanted to cum while watching her. She stroked and fingered herself until her body started twitching as the intensity increased. Her fingers were making those delicious wet sounds as she pumped her pussy until finally she arched back from the window. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed as she came. Her upper body leaned over and bobbed up and down as her orgasm flowed over her like a warm stream. Her thighs clamped tightly around her hand, keeping her fingers stuffed deep inside. When she finished and pulled her hand slowly from between her legs she licked her fingers and lay there slowly rubbing her crotch with her other hand. She reached over after a few and grabbed her cigarettes and lit one. She took a drag and exhaled. "Fuck that bitch is hot." She smiled.
A knock on her bedroom door caused her to sit up. "Yeah?" she asked aloud.
"Veronica, it's time to get up, it's almost noon."
Roni rolled her eyes and flicked her cigarette. "Ma, I am up, and I'm allowed to sleep in...I work third shift, remember?"
"Yeah, but you have that thing to go to today at three."
"Thing?" She asked herself, and then her eyes widened. "Oh shit! Got it! Thanks, Mom!!"
Roni stuffed her cigarette into a half empty soda can. She heard the "psss" as it extinguished and shot up out of bed. She stripped off her wet panties, nearly falling as they peeled off from the wetness. She ran a brush through her shoulder length light brown hair and as she was walking to her private bathroom she stopped as she caught her reflection in her full length dressing mirror. She turned and looked at her tight ass and firm toned legs. She squeezed her cheeks and smiled, turning and looking at herself. She pulled up and off her tank top and looked at her perfect 36C sized breasts and pink nipples. She looked down at the smooth skin of her hairless pussy and the tight lips still glistening from her morning session. "Fuck I look good." She said, cupping her breasts and sliding a hand down her flat stomach. She turned and looked at her profile.
The thing her mother reminded her of was a Girl's Scout Troop nature hike with Meral Larson. Meral was the only black girl in the school, and she just happened to be the hottest girl in school as well back in the day. She was a preppy rich kid though and hung out with the same type. She wasn't a twat or anything, she just had her crowd, and the rest had their own. Roni always liked her though. She was never mean. Never cast a scowl. They met up a few weeks ago. Meral had moved back home and become a Vet's assistant while she worked towards her own degree in Veterinary Medicine. They actually talked and laughed about the old school days over drinks at the local tavern.
Roni looked at herself and sniffed her pits. She sort of winced as if wondering if she were OK or not, and then grabbed her bath towel and hit the shower. Even though they were going hiking, and surely to get hot, sweaty and stinky, she didn't want to be that way before the hike.
As she washed she thought of Meral. Long wavy dark hair, big firm tits that were stretching the limits of her blouse. She thought of kissing her and her hand slipped down her sudsy belly to her soft lips. She slid a finger over her clit and pressed her magic button. She moaned softly as in her fantasy Meral kissed her back while sliding her hand up her shirt to cup her breast. Her nipples grew erect as she ran her soft bath sponge over them slowly. Her eyes opened slowly, flickering as her pleasure surged through her. She stopped and opened the shower curtain and reached inside a small closet next to the shower. She pulled out a small anal toy and closed the shower door again. She smiled as she rinsed her ass in the hot water and turned the toy on. It vibrated. Slowly she slid it down between her cheeks until she found her tiny pink rectum pressed the head against it. She loved the feel of it as it forced her tight ass open and slipped inside. Instantly the vibrations shot through her and her clit grew stiff. She grinned and leaned against the shower wall and reached up, removed the shower wand from it's mount and adjusted the spray to a steady jet of water. She aimed it at her clit and stroked it up and down. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations took control and she came hard, dropping down the shower wall slowly and onto her knees. She kept the wand pressed against her and came again after a few minutes using her fingers and the wand while the vibrating butt plug worked it's magic.
Meral Larson looked up to see Roni Dawson drive up in a red Jeep. She smiled as she set her backpack in the back of her SUV and closed the back. "You made it!" She beamed, walking over and giving her a quick hug as Roni climbed out of her Jeep. "I wasn't sure if you remembered or not. We both had more than a few beers that night."
"Trust me, I remember those beers vividly." Roni groaned, laughing.
"Well I am glad. I have been looking forward to this hike for sometime."
"Where are we headed? Pearson Park? Grand river?"
"Hartford Woods." Meral replied casually.
