Authors Note:
I hate to do this, but I really hate how you only get 60 characters to describe your story, so here's a better synopsis:
Pam Thomas is living a great life being a successful businesswoman in Creekville, ME. Owning two thriving businesses, enjoying the great outdoors, and loads of sex between men and women. However things take a turn when she is being stalked by a strange creature in the woods. Soon she will realize the creature wants to mate with her and she may not have a choice.
Now onto the story...
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Pamela Thomas lives in the small town of Creekville, Maine. A heavily wooded area where it seems like the only place it's not forest is main street. Pam owns two businesses - Murphy's Tavern and Plain Jane's Restaurant, where she works as a manager at both. She also owns a small minority share of the Mount Vishire Hotel and Resort where she bought the shares from her father, Jimmy Thomas. He had to retire due to health issues and moved to Florida where the warm weather is a bit more kind to his aging body than the cold, bitter winters in Maine.
Aside from being a successful local business woman, Pam is also quite the outdoors lady: hunting, fishing, she camps a lot in the middle of the wilderness, hikes, she's a member of the Creekville Gun Club where she is the Vice-President. She also teaches outdoor survival classes to high school students at Creekville Regional who's raging hormones cause her to get hit on. Because Pam is a very attractive dirty blonde with perky breasts, a nice ample bottom, and thighs so nice guys (and some gals) have to look twice, especially when she is wearing her Daisy Duke like jean shorts. This is the country after all, so a lot of the gals wear these around these parts and nobody is complaining. Despite not having a boyfriend or girlfriend, cause Pam has been known to swing both ways, it's not hard for her to find a partner for the night and tonight is no different.
In the middle of the woods, there's a clearing, a river cuts through it with a rocky ground as its beach. Fishing poles lean against a large boulder. The sun is going down behind the mountains, casting a pink hue across the clouds in the sky and a bright yellow one across the landscape. A Jeep Wrangler is parked on the rocky ground near two camping chairs with two steel plates with thin fish bones on them. A stainless steel coffee cup next to one, a water tumbler next to the other. A camping tent for two sits behind the campfire that has calmed down, but inside the tent, it's getting raging hot.
Pam is laying on a sleeping bag, her black and red plaid shirt open, revealing her perky breasts to the open air. She is also wearing her Army dog tags from when she served during college. She saw three tours between Afghanistan and Iraq. She never leaves home without it. She breathes heavily, as a person with a black baseball cap, a tank top, and army pants is between her bare legs, eating her out.
Pam moans loudly, "Ooooh! Yes!"
There's no need to keep quiet out here. There's only wildlife and all the other campers are at Cabessa Campground four miles away. Nobody comes out here, but Pam loves this spot - Coyote River - especially when she brings a friend to have fun with.
Her chest is moving in and out, she's getting close. She looks down at the one performing terrific cunnilingus on her, but the face is covered by their ball cap. Above Pam's mound is some tribal writing. She went to a tattoo artist on a local Native American reservation. The old Native gave her the tattoo when she was eighteen. He said it meant "sex goddess". To this day she thinks he made it up, but she loves the tattoo regardless. She has another tattoo of a big rose on her outer thigh and one arm is completely sleeved with different wildlife found in this part of Maine with the moon coming up from the trees and the other arm is almost sleeved as well, this one of the mountains and a sunrise coming up from behind it, but she still has more to go. She plans on getting more tattoos soon. Needless to say, as a lot of people who live in New England, Pam loves the outdoors.
Here we go again. "Oooh fuck! Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!" Her back arches and her toes curl. A bursting sensation comes from her vagina. Her back goes back down and she breathes heavily. She smiles as she just lets the feeling calm down as she keeps feeling her wet slit being licked.
"Oooh," she says. "I may have to give you a raise... Tanya."
A younger lady is the one pleasuring her. She puts her head up and twists the ball cap backwards as she looks up at Pam with an angry expression as Pam laughs at getting under her skin.
She mockingly apologizes, "Oh, sorry. You're Samantha."
Samantha Alvarez is darker skinned. She's part Malikeek (on her Mom's side), a local Native tribe of Maine, and part Mexican (her Dad's side). She's twenty-three, so fifteen years younger than Pam who's thirty-eight. She's also one of Pam's bartenders at Murphy's Tavern.
"Tanya can't even lick a fucking lollipop properly." She says through wet, sticky lips that are dribbling down her chin, as she wipes it off with her tongue.
Pam says with a smirk, "I know and she's had so much practice too with me."
Samantha takes off her cap, throws it to the side, moving her head side to side as it unravels from the ponytail. Her thick black hair covers her face for a moment, before she snaps her head back and it goes in the back of her head.
She asks with a smile, "Do you fuck all your employees?"
"Nope. For the Tavern it's just you and Tanya. Actually, Tanya came on to me first, so she's the one bribing me. You're making it sound like sexual harassment or bribing."
Samantha leans into her, "It can't be sexual harassment if we enjoy it, boss."
Sam rubs Pam's vagina, who smiles widely and puts her head back. "Oooh, Sammy. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
Sam fingers her and Pam confirms her own question, "I'll take that as a no. Hmmm!" Pam puts her head on the pillow and her right leg goes up and she bends the knee. She looks back at Sam, biting her lip.
Sam pulls her finger out and brings it up to show Pam. The sticky cum from Pam runs down Sam's fingers like honey, which Sam also comments about.
"Sticky just like honey."
She puts her finger in her mouth and slowly drags it out. She makes a sound that she loves it.
Her whole finger out she says, "Tastes as sweet as honey too."
Pam lightly grabs Sam's wrist and pulls it to her lips. Pam licks the other wet finger seductively. A string sticks to the end of the finger and Pam's tongue.
She grins, "You're right. I am as sweet on the inside as I am on the outside."
Sam leans closer to her and kisses her on the lips for a few moments. After, she stares at her while rubbing the side of her cheek.
"God, you're beautiful."
"You too, Lady Rambo." A little nickname Pam has given Sam over the years, as Sam is known around town as an adventurous bad ass.
"Even for a mature woman."
Pam can't believe she just said that. "What's that supposed to mean? Thirty-eight is not old."
Sam shrugs. "I mean, my Mom's only forty-two and I'm fucking a woman only four years younger than her."
Pam grins. "Have you told her you call me Mommy too?"
Sam rolls her eyes and snorts in disgust. Pam, however, laughs. She pushes her leg playfully, "Come on. I've heard you when I'm making you cum. 'Oh, Mommy! Yes! Yes!" She teases.
Sam says, "Pam, don't make this weird. I've never called you Mommy. Not once. Tanya would be into that weird shit. She likes... what's it called? Cryto-horror-bigfoot, I don't fucking know. She's into weird shit."
Pam tries to repeat that, "Crypto-whatthefuck?"
Sam does a stereotypical dumb blonde impression of Tanya, "Wouldn't it be awesome if, like, bigfoot just came out of the woods and fucked me? Oh, my God. It would be like fucking a wolf, except it's bigfoot and not a wolf, but they're both hairy and soft."
Pam giggles. "She didn't really say that... did she?" She raises an eyebrow.
Sam continues with the impression, "I think tentacles are so hot, you guys. They're like big worms and worms are cute! And they can fuck every hole!" She stops with the impression, "She's a weirdo."
Pam can't disagree, so she shrugs. "She does say weird shit. I think it's just to make the guys laugh or ... hell, I don't know."
Samantha takes off her shirt and she's wearing no bra. Her small brown breasts with darker brown nipples are glistening from sweat.
"Oh, that feels better."
Pam thinks about what she said about Tanya. "I've fucked guys who could be considered bigfoot."
"Were they really tall?"
"No. Hairy."
Sam's nostril flares. "Ew."
Pam sighs in relaxation and puts her arms behind her head and closes her eyes.
Sam slaps her across the shoulder. "Hey, bitch. You're going down on me. Fair is fair."
Pam grins and jokingly says, "I'm tired. We've been hiking all day, fishing, and collecting wood for a fire. I caught all the fish."
"Bullshit! I caught two of them. You caught one."
"I gutted them all."
Sam rolls her eyes. "Okay. Big deal. Your tongue is getting a workout before we go to bed."
Pam turns her body. "Nah."
Sam is working on taking her pants off when she grins herself. She knows what to do. She gets her pants off and then her panties. She has a full bush on her mound, but her pussy area is shaved. She then takes her hands and... tickles her on the side.
Pam hoots and hollers. "No! Not my sides!"
"Are you still sleepy?"
"Yes and now annoyed, because you know I fucking hate that!" She says, despite laughing.
"I'm just going to sit on your face then."
She climbs on top of Pam and does indeed sit on her face, but she makes sure not to smother her.
"And I'm going to sit right here until your face is nice and wet after you're done with me."
Pam reaches around Sam's thighs and holds on to the front of them. "Just for that, I'm going to make you scream, young lady."
Sam grins. "Good. Now get licking, boss."
Pam bites her lip, as she looks at Sam's pussy. She looks back up at her, "It does look pretty tasty."
"No complaints on Yelp so far."
"None from me either, honey."
She sticks her tongue inside Sam's pussy, who feels defiant and horny, but mostly defiant that she got her way.
While Sam and Pam have their fun inside the tent, on the outside, there's something lurking in the tall grass, watching them. It moves through the grass at a fast speed, before stopping near the river. The thing's eyesight is incredible, being able to see in the darkening horizon as if it's still daylight out. It blinks its eyes and it has this strange ability to sense vapors in the air. The vapor is coming from the river where it's at its weakest, near the campfire on one of the chairs where it's a little stronger, and inside the tent where it's more intense. It stalks closer to the tent and can hear Sam moaning.
"Mmmm. That's it, boss. Go nice and deep for me while I ride your tongue."
It moves closer to the tents screen, where it can see Sam thrusting on Pam's face. It blinks again, showing the vapor rising from them both. It's more intense for Pam than it is for Sam. Pam has her hand now, cupping one of Sam's breasts as Sam has her hand over Pam's.
"Yes! Dig that tongue deep in my cunt, you white bitch!"
Pam stops for a moment. Her lips red from the licking, saliva and Sam's juices running down the sides of her mouth. "Hey!" She is offended.
