The Lure of the Beast: the Chase

"Truth or Dare?" Michelle purred seductively.

I felt my manhood blossoming bulging against my camouflaged shorts. My manhood grinded pressingly firmly against the wet look material as it struggled to contain my erection.

I stood in the wilderness by the riverbank with my girlfriend Michelle. She was twenty-three years old. Standing 5 ft 3" with blonde hair down to her shoulders, luscious red lips, pert breasts, smooth, silky legs and peachy tight buttocks. She was my wet dream come true.

"Dare." I replied confidently.

We starred into each other's innocent blue eyes our bodies fuelled by raging adolescent desire.

"Take off your shorts. You won't need them where I'm taking you." Michelle's voice glided through the summer's air.

I smiled lascivious thoughts drifting through my mind. I felt my manhood flinch nervously sliding my shorts down slowly before pulling them up again. I couldn't deny my arousal but I stood in front of Michelle a nineteen-year-old virgin.

"I, I, I've never done this before." I replied anxiously.

"Don't be shy Michael. It will be a pleasure to be your first." she whispered. She was infatuated with me demanding, "Now show me your manhood."

I pulled down my shorts slowly revealing myself to Michelle. I stood erect at least six inches in length. Michelle smiled sliding her fingertips brushing from her pert young breasts down towards her womanhood through her white blouse.

Innocently without words my hand took hers and I guided It towards my manhood. Her hand pulled away.

"Please touch me Michelle." Suddenly my mind froze fantasia flashing before me.

"Not yet Michael. Let's play a game first."

I was willing to do anything testosterone bursting through my veins. "What kind of game?" I asked.

"Let's play Hide and Seek." Michelle Purred.

Hypnotized I gazed into her eyes buying her every word. She breathed into my ear, "I'm going to hide in the woods where we will be completely free. I will be waiting for you in a lagoon deep in the woods."

"Let's play". I agreed.

"Close your eyes and count to ten." Michelle replied seductively.

I closed my eyes and started counting. With my eyes closed I felt her fingertips gently brushing down me slithering from my tricep to my bronzed chest.

Michelle's voice floated through the air, "If you find me, I will be waiting for you. Naked in the lagoon. My hands will be ready to play with your manhood."

I felt her adventurous fingernails breeze down my torso sliding through my trimmed blonde pubic hair. I felt my manhood harden at the thought of Michelle pleasuring me. "The only rule is you save your manhood for me."

Starved I pleaded "Can I have something to eat first?"

Michelle stood up plucking an exotic peach l from a tree beside her and passed me the fruit.

"Eat this if you must." Michelle replied almost in disgust.

I bit hungrily into the pink flesh. The juices ran from my hungry mouth dripping down my neck. I took another bite. The taste became acidic sourness falling down my throat. The taste was sweet and alluring.

With my hands wrapped around her neck I felt Michelle naked against me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as her fingernails cupped my balls. I felt the fruit juices running down my chest into my pubic hair settling over my manhood. We embraced as our lips kissed for the first time. Her cherry lips were delicious. My manhood pressed against her thigh. That was when Michelle took full control. She pounced onto my manhood grasping it tightly seizing me in full dominance. Then her touch vanished.

I opened my eyes standing naked walking through the woods. I began to follow the trail surrounded by trees and green plantation. The sun beamed on my naked flesh the wind breezing gently brushing over me. I couldn't resist looking down at my manhood. It swung proudly between my thighs hardening with every stride. I slithered my left hand down my torso desperate to touch myself. I avoided by manhood pulling away at the last second. I called out Michelle's name but the birds whistled in return.

The path was a soft green grass gentle to walk on tempting me deeper inside. I turned off the trail into the woodlands walking through a brown bark figuring Michelle must be hiding in the forest. The path became tougher to walk through. The bark was thick, jagged surrounded by long green grass and green stinging nettles. I stopped for a second admiring the view of my throbbing young manhood as its trembled with lust. I slid my hands over my buttocks, biting my lip trying desperately trying not to play with my penis. I was uncontrollably aroused by the hunt. I could hear water flowing and followed the sound remembering Michelle promised me she would be waiting for me in a lagoon.

I ran through a series of thick green trees out of the woodlands. I felt Michelle was so close. I exited the trees to just a river. I starred longingly into the distance wondering if Michelle enjoyed playing with me. I sighed wondering if Michelle had sent me here just to humiliate me. I had been walking for hours.

Suddenly my left hand breezed against left thigh. I looked around completely alone and cupped my left hand around my full young balls. I looked down at my fully engorged manhood and selfishly wrapped my left hand around my meat. I had waiting for hours for this moment. Lucid dreams infiltrated my mind seizing full control of my consciousness.

I stroked myself gently along my throbbing length letting out tender groans of pleasure. I could sense I was being watched as the trees rustled. I began to masturbate as pre-cum oozed from my glistening helmet. I had never dared to touch myself before finally learning what my penis was really for. I began to rub my member harder and harder.

My penis became a curse. All I could think about was pleasuring myself. I was ready to cum right there. My heart was pounding adrenaline circling through my body driven by desire. My breathes became louder and louder as I neared a crescendo awaking the demons of the forest. I felt my orgasm building as I raced towards a climax. My mind had been corrupted leading my manhood into sin.

Suddenly Michelle purred from beyond the trees, "I told you to save yourself for me."

I turned towards the trees my manhood swinging shamelessly painfully poised to explode.

In humiliation my head dropped to the floor as I begged, "Michelle. Please forgive me."

Suddenly I clenched my stomach as a striking sting drove across me. I looked down at the ground the peach I had bitten had turned yellow. I started to sweat. Everything became a blur. What had I eaten? Had I been poisoned?

"Michelle?" I called out. Suddenly the trees rustled wildly and the sky darkened in reply.

I felt a gentle breeze sliding up my calves. I looked back and screamed as a group of green vines jumped from the river chasing me. The clouds thickened covering the air in a thick swirling green fog as I ran into the forest. I felt a rain drop on my left shoulder and the skies turned even darker. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. I looked down at myself a strange green syrup trickling down my chest. I became mesmerized as the liquid past my belly button settling into my pubic hair. I felt another tentacle jump at me. I thrusted it away and ran deeper into the woodlands riding the waves of my primitive sexual desires and fearing for my life.

The heavens opened drenching my exposed naked flesh. Thunder struck. I ran on as the rain unleashed its anger on me trapping me in a venomous shower. The rain was intense but somehow I lifted my eyes.

I caught a glimpse of Michelle as a voice purred, "Catch me Michael. I am wet for your manhood."

I called out almost breathlessly but the words couldn't escape my mouth. The heat was stifling causing me to drift into unconsciousness. I skated through the soaked leaves weaving through the trees. I had ran beyond the safe ground of the forest but I had to find Michelle.

My heart pounded as I raced through the wilderness. I was running through nature's beauty and ugliness. I was vulnerable, defenceless and powerless to protect myself against nature's assault.

The atmosphere was draining my spirit. My throat was burning, my eyes watering. For a second my breath escaped me. I had no choice but to go on but as I looked forward Michelle disappeared. Desperate and despairing I ran aimlessly dancing through a maze of trees.

"I'm Here." Michelle called. I jumped down escaping the trees into a clearing. I ran forward I could smell Michelle I was so close her shadow dancing in the distance.

The ground was clear and open but the atmosphere was suffocating. I was drenched in perspiration dripping with sweat.

I looked down at my manhood still throbbing with unrelenting desire. I was so hungry to fulfil my sexual appetite. I ran through a curtain of vines. The maze of trees had grown and I was forced to crouch to avoid a gigantic tree trunk. I ran on almost losing my stride.

My knees buckled and I screamed as the ground vanished and I was sucked into a carpet of wet leaves and a pit of smoke. I had fallen into quicksand. The thick mud squelched instantly grasping me sucking me in shoulder deep.

Entrapped in a pool of thick, steaming hot water, green and brown leaves and thick mud I groaned as I desperately tried to free myself. My arms had submerged under the surface bound behind my back. I was a prisoner of the swamp. As I started to wrestle with nature I became aroused. I helpless against nature's will.

I began to struggle squirming as the mud locked itself tightly around me making it virtually impossible to escape. The mud had thickened around my chest, manhood, legs and arms. I felt the mud sucking me in deeper clinging to my naked flesh. I desperately lunged, thrusting my entire body but I was dragged in even deeper as the hot steaming mud bubbled over my buttocks. Its power overwhelmed me pulling my blonde hair into its depths. I felt a tongue teasing my thighs. Then my manhood throbbed as the tongue slid against my length.

I somehow found the strength to turn onto my stomach and thrusted myself free of the quicksand. I looked down at myself I was engulfed in mud almost unrecognisable. I was so turned on that my manhood jumped out of the mud throbbing standing over six inches. As my purple helmet glistened in the brief moonlight. I grabbed my penis with my left hand and began to stroke my length. I had always been fascinated by mud and my fetish had turned to quicksand. Seduced by danger I had always dreamt of being helpless and powerless the prey to nature's predator.

I had been lured into my ultimate fantasy. I could feel my girth growing in my hand as pre cum dripped from the helmet. I felt eyes wander over me, "Look he's touching himself" a female voice purred. I looked up noticing Michelle in the woodland. I became even harder knowing she was watching me pleasure myself.

Nature was playing with me and the false sense of escape lasted just seconds. I looked forward again but Michelle had vanished and my orgasm was cruelly denied. Suddenly my body jolted the quicksand sucking me in violently.

I felt the mud boiling over my buttocks and again I was under the swamps control. My arms dragged underneath the surface I was forced to breathe in the depressing stench of the swamp and collapsed forced to kiss the murky waters. With my hands still under the surface I tried desperately to lift my legs out of the abyss. Within seconds I was completely helpless overpowered the mud. I was almost paralysed unable to move to defend myself leeched upon by the clay. I grunted as the ooze squelched bubbling around me. I was defenceless but it felt so erotic.

I could hear whispers in the wind. Was I being watched? I tried to speak but the words wouldn't fall from my mouth. I continued to groan. For a second I leaned back able to float on the surface. I wasn't alone. I felt something crawl up my thighs. I groaned as a tentacle wrapped itself my chest. It pulled tightly I grasped for breath the tentacle draining my oxygen from my lungs. My arms shackled behind me I lunged forward. Without any control of my movement I landed face first in the quicksand forced to ingest the putrid, brown mud. This time it tasted minty almost feminine. I had been enticed into the swamp naked and defenceless. I felt tentacles brushing over my manhood. I loved being toyed with but the swamp had tired of playing with me.

The more I struggled the tighter nature's grip became. I looked around realising I had been sucked into the centre of the swamp. I knew If I wanted to survive I would have to reach the woodland. With each movement the quicksand had liquefied sticking to my skin like honey. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't taste. My senses were all but eliminated. I looked desperately into the distance wondering why Michelle would punish me. I accepted I couldn't get out fantasising of what was waiting for me on the other side.

Exhausted my head fell back into the swamp and I was pulled deeper into the depths. I felt debilitated as my entire body went numb but I knew I had just seconds to survive. With my last ounce of strength I reached out desperately clutching to a long, thick veined vine. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth my blonde hair sinking into the bog. The quicksand swallowed me completely forcing me under. The pool of mud and leaves became a whirlwind swirling over me. The taste was unbearable the mud flooding my mouth and ears.

My raw naked flesh was swallowed by a sewage pool. In total dominance the quicksand vacuumed the final strand of my blonde hair underneath devouring me completely into its hungry mouth.