Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2017 15:07:34 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Babe in the Woods 2

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Zeke realised that Babe was literally holding him up as he came back into
himself. His legs shook beyond their ability to support a kitten, much less
a full-grown man. Zeke was weeping, pouring tears of pleasure and
release. Throughout, Babe licked and cleaned and crooned that soft, deep,
rich toneless melody he used to calm and settle people in need. Zeke's
blissful contentment evaporated like mist when he looked up and saw Jez's
face in the door, hawk-eyes watching, face a solid and emotionless
mask. She turned and went back into the kitchen as Babe gently reassembled
Zeke's cloths, petting and patting and soothing as he did so.

*****

Babe in the Woods 2: Zeke & Jez Part II

By Bear Pup

M/M; anal -- brief M/F

Zeke was mortified, nearly paralysed with terror, at what would happen over
dinner. Babe went in first and by the time Zeke tremulously went through
the door, Jez was watching the gentle giant plate the rabbit fricassee over
the thick grits, hands not even seeming to feel the heat of the pans. He
also went to the sideboard and pulled the biscuits from breakfast; lord
only knew how he could tell what was there. He made sure that both husband
and wife had a knife and spoon apiece. A salt cellar and a peppermill made
their appearance and Babe just sat down and looked at the
two. Smiling. Humming.

Jez longed to light into Zeke but every time she thought of the right
remark, the gentle giant would dish her a little more rabbit, a dollop of
grits, or pass behind her and pat her shoulder. The meal was silent, but
the tension was still high. When Zeke finished, he moved to the hearth and
began to whittle absently on a block.

Jez rose to clear and Babe was already taking the dishes out of her
hands. He set them to soak and then sat down to his own meal, making it
very clear that her assistance was not required. Stymied and still vaguely
fuming, she moved to her sewing. Zeke had ripped and goldarned shirt she
needed to mend, and it would be right in the weft where mending was
hardest.

Babe got up and went over the Zeke. He leant down and looked a long time at
the wood, then deep into Zeke's worried eyes. "Bird." He said finally. "A
Jez bird." Zeke was rocked. When they'd been courting, he had always
whispered "You're my little bird, Jezebel, my beautiful little bird." Zeke
looked at the wood and suddenly could see the bird trapped inside and began
to remove those splinters that were not part of the bird he saw.

When Jez looked up, the kitchen was likely cleaner and neater than it had
been in months, years even. Babe walked up and held out his hand. For
reasons she never really understood, she took it. Babe gently drew her to
her feet and led her to the bower-seat under the honeysuckle. He just sat
with her, hand on her arm, humming. She tensed when his hand went across
her shoulder, but his gentle strength was a tonic. She felt tension flow
from her and within minutes she was sighing, then without warning crying
against the humming, crooning chest of this unknown and simple man.

Babe petted and soothed her heartbroken sobs. She pushed him away, or
tried, but his loving arms were immensely strong and thick with
muscle. Finally the tears faded, as did his crooning song, and Jez found
herself compelled to fill the silence.

Her tryst long before marriage with a farmhand many years her senior,
allowing him to strip her of her virtue just to assuage her loneliness. Her
knowledge that this tainted their marriage from the start. That if -- when
-- Zeke found out how he would despise and reject her. How much she longed,
thirsted to love him fully, but knew the only way to stay safe was to keep
him at a distance so that he could never know, never see it in her
eyes. Her fear for him, the dangers he faced every day to keep her in
comfort, a comfort she knew she had never deserved. Her fear of failing
him, of pushing him to another woman, of failing to bring him strong
children. Of being... a woman.

It flowed out like a river, draining a lake of self-hatred in
minutes. Somehow, this touched and half-witted child-man drained her of it,
and she began to see the pattern. The tryst was not the poison to their
marriage, but her guilt over it was. Her shame of loving, craving Zeke's
touch had driven her to deny exactly what they both needed so deeply. She
felt a rush of that same guilt as she realised that this child-man was
erect and rocking her against himself. She wondered for only a moment,
though.

Lost in a dream, she reached down and undid his pants, freeing his
manhood. It was nothing compared to her husband's endowment (and she
blushed furiously at the thought) or even of that long-ago
farmhand. Perhaps four inches erected to rock-hardness, the tip of the head
barely emerged from the skin. She gasped, though, when her hand probed
further and encountered the enormous bollocks that hung below it.

She turned and straddled him, allowing that tiny worm to enter her. One of
his huge hands found her most-secret place and rubbed the tiny knot of
flesh making her moan with need. The other hand unerringly found her other
secret, one the farmhand had somehow stumbled upon. The place that he and
he alone had touched since she was a babe, the twitchily-hungry lips of her
bottom-hole.

The penis stroked her, but was nearly unrecognised as his crooning resumed
as a deep and masculine growl in a tempo that drove her wild. He threw
herself into the act as front and back, his giant, furred hands made her
want to scream in need. Her body quaked as her orgasm took her, and Babe
never changed. She tried to move but the pleasure was too great and another
then another orgasm shook her body like that of a doll.

Jez was crying now, crying in fulfilment and ecstasy. That contemptable
farmhand -- the man who'd seduced her loneliness more than her desire in
his despicable plunder of her virginity -- was washed away; he had never
come close to bringing this heavenly joy. And the giant's thrumming purrs
and growls, a rhythm of primordial passion, kept pounding within her very
soul. She finally did scream, head back and utterly consumed. She had no
idea if the virile but childlike man came to completion, but he didn't seem
to care.

Babe lifted her form like a feather and moved to the wash-bucket, cleaning
her of all traces of their lovemaking. Even that only slightly lifted the
spell of her sex-drunk stupor. He moved into the house, unerringly
negotiating the rickety stairs to the loft. She felt herself laid carefully
and delicately in the marriage bed, and Babe's massive hands deftly tucking
the blankets around her. She was blissfully asleep before Babe quietly left
the loft.

He found Zeke weeping inconsolably at the window beside the hearth, a tiny,
beautiful bird of wood gripped in his hands. Babe pulled it from his grasp
and Zeke flew at him, taking out his pain and betrayal and horror and grief
at the child-man who had just given what his wife would never let him
deliver -- love and passion. The window looked out directly upon the
bower. Babe trapped his arms and lifted him, without apparent effort
regardless of Zeke's cries and struggles and punches and kicks. Spent, Zeke
just wept for what he'd lost; not what Babe had taken from him, but what
he, Zeke, had failed to be man enough to keep.

Babe curled the man up like a sleepy little boy and carried him to the barn
loft. It was impossible for the simpleton to know that this is where he
spent most nights, unwelcome in his marriage bed and unwilling (or unmanly
enough) to find out why. Babe created a nest of straw and covered it with a
couple of blankets, with another as a cover. He undressed the unresisting
Zeke, not even stopping at his drawers, and stripped himself as well.

Zeke marvelled at the man-mountain. Chest, arms, whole body below the neck,
furred as heavily as any bear, but with a soft auburn hair that he longed
to touch. Massive chest, huge arms, trees for legs, muscles upon muscles
with a layer of babyish fat. But what those legs framed astonished
him. Through the hearth-window, he'd seen his beloved wife ride this
boy-man like a stallion, but what hung there seemed more at home on a young
child... until you saw the mammoth balls hanging low, thick and pendulous
below. Zeke could not help but think, if that tiny worm had given Jez such
exultant pleasure, what could his own quite-large endowment do?

Babe nestled Zeke into place against the barn-side, then laid in front of
him and drew the man's arms around his massive chest. Zeke sighed in
physical comfort and emotional torment. Had he lost Jez? Had his greatest
fear, that she'd found a lover worthy of her, come true?

He jumped as Babe snuggled back, and he felt his manhood thickening in the
gentle giant's soft, warm, furry cleft. Zeke prayed and wished and demanded
that his cock stop this nonsense, but Babe had begun a deep, purring
umble-rumble that screamed of sexual secrets unknown. Babe began to gently
rock back, setting a lust-drenched rhythm with his growling song, opening
his cheeks to Zeke's invader, then slowly hunching forward, caressing and
pulling Zeke deeper and deeper.

No prayer or wish had a chance now. Babe reached back and guided the
dripping head of Zeke's big dick to the giant's soft, pliable and
inexplicably slick rear entrance. Zeke hollered as he felt himself
engulfed. He'd had sex; all farmboys had. If not with a girlfriend, then
with a whore hired by friends of cousins or (in Zeke's case) an indulgent
uncle for a coming-of-age present. In fact, he'd fucked nearly a dozen
women, not all of them whores, but nothing, nothing compared to the velvet
warmth and tight, stroking muscles deep within Babe.

Zeke became increasingly vocal and increasingly masterful as he plundered
the ass that was now below him; he'd rolled Babe forward and kicked his
legs apart to plunge ever-deeper into the intoxicating and unbelievable
aperture to heaven itself. Babe worked muscles that no mortal man should
have deep within him to squeeze, caresses, tease and possess Zeke's
raging-hard cock. Zeke felt like a sexual GOD, but knew that Babe's ass was
playing him like a banjo; bringing him to the very brink of string-breaking
rapture then back to the gentle, torturous strumming of a hymn.

Over and over, Zeke approached but was subtly denied release, until he was
berating, cursing, begging and cajoling this massive and purring sexual
animal. With a sudden squeeze and clamping pressure, Babe trapped Zeke at
the very depths of his most-forceful plunge and held him, unable to move,
as something deep inside frigged and stroked and seemed to lick his
engorged manhood. Like a rutting bull, Zeke bellowed as his nuts pulled up
deep into his own body, as if trying to speed his hillbilly-butter deep
into this giant man. Every muscle tried in vain to drive deeper yet, and
every one contracted and pumped in his transcendent release.

Zeke collapsed, so much more than merely spent, and slept still deeply
embedded in the ever-crooning giant. Babe's song changed to a lullaby, but
never faded. Zeke woke once in the night, cock again rampant and he
leisurely fucked the man again to a less-shattering but even more-blissful
conclusion before finally drifting to sleep to dream of Jez bobbling their
daughters on her knees whilst he ruffled the head of their growing son,
father nearing to die of pride at how all four looked at him. For the first
time since his own childhood, Zeke found himself at peace in that dream,
and would remember it for decades to come.

<eof>

Author's note: Please let me know your thoughts. Good or bad, what did you
like or hate? orson.cadell@gmail.com

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