Blurred Vision 🌶️🌶️

HELEN

“Sam...can’t...breathe!”

“You’re not dying,” Sam said. “Just stay calm.”

Panicking, I started tearing off the bee suit, getting it about halfway off before I fell to my knees. I felt dizzy. And light-headed. I struggled for air. I could feel my throat swelling up.

“Okay, yeah, you’re definitely allergic,” Sam said.

~You think?~

Out of all the ways I imagined going out one day—car crash, shark attack, ~old age~—bee allergy had definitely not been one of them.

I was there dying and Sam seemed entirely all too fucking cool about the whole thing.

“Relax, Helen, just breathe slowly. I’m working on it.”

By this point, my vision was blurry from all the tears. And he wanted me to fucking relax?

~Yeah, okay.~

I sat there, on my hands and knees, trying to concentrate on breathing, but it wasn’t helping. My vision was swimming and growing dim.

My tongue was swelling too. I tried yelling at Sam some more, but all I could manage was some garbled noise.

I couldn’t even talk at this point.

I looked up to see Sam reach to his belt and pull out a pocket knife. I thought I saw him put the blade to his thumb and slice.

“What...are you...doing?” I tried to ask, but instead of answering, he made me lower my head to the ground and then pressed his thumb to my sting.

Maybe if I’d been a little more together, I would’ve had time to think about how gross all of that was.

But by that point, staying alive was my top priority, thank you very much.

I was sure that if he had been rubbing magical bee poop all over my neck, I wouldn’t have peeped a word of protest.

Whatever it was that Sam did, the hurt of the sting started to go away immediately.

Within seconds, my throat felt back to normal, and I wasn’t gasping for air anymore.

Sam was on his knees in front of me, cupping my face in his hands.

“How do you feel now?” he asked

And as he said that, I noticed that I was starting to feel ~really~ good. Like, throbbing between my legs kinda good.

And I don’t know what came over me at that moment—I was probably going to go straight to hell for it—but I had the sudden urge to lean forward.

Our lips were magnets, crashing together in a burst of sparks. He swallowed my gasps and smiled into the kiss.

One moment of hesitancy left me second-guessing, but as his tongue ran along the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, all logic and reason flew out of the window.

His large, calloused hands trailed beneath the hem of my T-shirt, tugging my bra down to explore my naked flesh.

He had workers’ hands—rough from manual labor.

Yet they seemed quite nimble as he pulled off my T-shirt and unhooked my bra. Then, they went straight for my ample globes and cupped them, testing the weight.

He groaned, tongue fucking my mouth.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I melted into his arms.

Sucking on his tongue was delicious; the forbidden fruit I'd eyed for so long was finally mine.

I smiled against his mouth, which made him pull back for a second to fully observe me.

He cocked his head to the side, his strange, onyx eyes silently asking for permission.

I could’ve sworn they’d been gray just a moment ago, but maybe the sunlight was playing tricks on me.

It should have terrified me but didn’t.

I was so turned on that my juices were soaking my inner thighs.

He was waiting for consent to proceed. My heart fluttered with desire.

I nodded and pulled his face down to kiss me again.

My whole body trembled from the kiss. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been kissed like this. If I’d ever been kissed like this.

I allowed his scent—honey and smoke—to fully consume me, inhaling deeply like something highly addictive.

~And believe me~, it was!

He reached under me and grabbed my ass, then lifted me up a little to pull off the rest of the bee suit.

“The pants too!” I commanded him.

“Whatever you say,” he said, his hands quickly grasping for the fly of my jeans, which were so tight he literally had to peel them off me.

Hot denim in the sticky sunshine, my juices flowing the way they were, Sam must’ve been hit full-force with the scent of my pussy.

“Oh, God, Helen, you smell so fucking good.”

Sam leaned over me, cupping the back of my head as he trailed kisses along my throat.

My solid nipples stuck straight up and I let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed between the valley of my breasts, causing chills to race through my body.

My clit throbbed with anticipation, desperate for him to touch me there.

Sam traced a finger over my erect nipple before leaning down to devour my breasts, sucking my swollen buds into his mouth, moving from one to the other, giving me a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

He leaned back to admire me, his eyes full of lust and appreciation.

“Please, I need more,” I pleaded, desperate for him to indulge me.

Sam edged backward, kneeling down before me. He had a great view of my pussy, and it looked as if he was taking good advantage of the opportunity.

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. He then grasped my hips, pulling me up toward him possessively, trailing kisses down the inside of both thighs and bringing my legs to rest over his shoulders.

I was more than willing, opening myself for him like a flower in full bloom.

“So fucking beautiful.” Sam bent low, inhaling the musky scent of arousal between my legs.

A low rumbling reverberated from his throat, making me almost cum there and then.

His warm breath caressed my soft folds. I threw my head back, open-mouthed and clutching the grass as his big, hot tongue licked the length of my slit.

With skilled precision, he began to circle and flick my sensitive clit in alternate sequences.

“Oh, God, Sam!” My cries flew out into the open field. I was panting and mewling as he lapped up my essence.

“That’s right, baby, cum screaming my name.” His commanding voice was guttural, raspy, possessive, and dominating.

He pushed one finger into my center, reaching inside to stroke my fleshy inner wall before squeezing in another, dipping in and out, slow at first to slicken them…

Then speeding up to pump harder as he continued to swirl his tongue over my pulsing clit.

My back arched off the ground as I bucked and thrashed about, relishing in the blissful sensation…

Then I began to feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.

I grasped handfuls of his hair to hold him exactly where I needed, riding out my climax on his lips.

My clit throbbed with each ruthless stroke of his tongue.

I was reaching my climax…letting go…

“SAM!” I screamed his name out loud.

As my orgasm exploded, my body arched itself off the ground.

I came slowly back down to earth.

“Oh, God, Sam, that was ~so fucking good~.”

In response, Sam growled into my pussy, sending aftershocks rolling through my body.

I lay there, feeling the pulsations of pleasure finally subside, but I continued to grind my mound against Sam’s face, slowly but steadily.

The sun was playing colors upon my closed eyelids as l held onto Sam’s hair.

I’d gotten my pleasure, but he was yet to get his.

And I couldn’t wait to get his throbbing cock in my mouth and help him get there.

Last night, when I was writhing on top of him, I’d felt his giant member beneath me, straining through his jeans.

Perhaps it was that memory that’d been clouding my thoughts all day.

Coming out of my reverie, I said, “Sam, babe, it’s your turn.”

I looked down between my legs, but the face that came up to look back at me was not one I recognized.

I mean, it ~was~ Sam, but a much, much ~hairier~ Sam.

The scruffy beard that he’d been wearing this morning looked like it had grown a couple of inches.

I remembered distinctly that he had had it neatly trimmed, a straight line from his nose to his ear. But now, the hair on his face went up to his eyes.

Across his temples.

And covered his fucking forehead!

Out here in the sunlight, stone-cold fucking sober, there could be no doubt.

I wasn’t imagining anything.

Not now.

And not last night.

That was fucking fur on his face.

It took a moment for me to register the new reality of the situation.

But as soon as it did, I screamed at the top of my lungs and started scrambling backwards away from him…

Away from this fucking monster…

That had just been eating my pussy!