That's a Pretty Big Dick for a Girl
Scarlet entered the motel room, and gracefully dumped her purse in one of the off color beige, and uncomfortable looking, chairs that that sat with its back against the wall. The wall was a more pleasant color, a green, though it did make the ugly furniture stick out even more. Then again, you don't open up a hotel in the biggest clubbing district of town to attract the sort of crowd that appreciates fine décor. In fact, you buy the cheapest furniture you can find, and if it's not still on the market when you need a replacement, fuck the rooms 'motif', the room sure as hell isn't going to get all new furniture just so it holds a constant style. In fact, that point was demonstrated by the bed, which contrary to the chairs, was a decently built wooden piece.
Good, thought Scarlet, I hate creaky beds. The avian sighed softly, the sound filling the heavy silence of the motel room. After the droning of the heavy techno-electronica music for six hours, a room full of screaming babies would carry the same comparative silence. The macaw lifted her shirt over her head, hardly waiting for her partner to shut the hotel door before taking her bra off as well.
Nude from the waist up, she was sight to behold! Her slender neck led to her long, thin, yet sturdy-looking arms. They hung loosely at the side of her chest, which displayed two glorious breasts. The color from which her named derived covered nearly her entire face around her beak, followed her neck down, and also covered her chest. Nipples of a Nubian black protruded slightly from underneath their feathers, half perked by the cold, and half by other things. Her body was strong, but as with nearly all avians, carried a delicate look to it. After all, one must be light if they are to fly, no?
Standing in the barely closed doorway, Lars grinned in an open and very trusting way at the half-naked female who waited for him. The large off white polar bear had taken acid about 11 PM, somewhere between Rancid and Erowid, two of the several nightclubs he had been to that night. He couldn't remember what club he had hooked up with the bird at, but it was somewhere after the acid. He knew that. She thought he was cute, or so she had said, whether he was trippin' balls or not. It was about 6 AM now, his high had just peaked when they left the last club about forty minutes ago. He still felt pretty damn good.
The he bear truly was a hunk of meat. He was easily seven feet tall, probably around seven foot four or so, which was very tall for even the studdliest of ursine creatures. He carried the bulky build of a bear like a true representative of his species. His torso was absolutely huge, seething with an almost unreal amount muscle, though it was all behind various forms of insulating blubber. He was clad in baggy nightclothes, expensive looking in the fact that they were both nice, and made to fit someone of his enormous dimensions.
"What the hell were you expecting, big boy? Three tits?"
Lars' gaze moved lazily from the avians chest to her beaked face, smiling but questioning, "Huh?" came his reply. Behind her head the walls danced with colors they didn't really possess.
"On nothing, you've just been staring at my chest like you were thinking some real deep thoughts for that last eight minutes." Scarlet responded, somehow managing to give one of her beak-smiles.
The bear chuckled, and if there had been a medieval hero in the room he may have run away from the sound, clenching his heart in fear and screaming ogre. "Sorry about that, Birdy, You're just so pretty."
It was Scarlet's turn to laugh, "I'll try and pretend it's not just the 'cid talking." She sat on the edge of the bed, smiling over her soon to be lover. "Anyways, forget about being sorry, and the flattery. Let's see what those tame looking khakis are packing." The parrot's voice was eager, the feathers on her wings, back, and hell, pretty much everywhere else too, lifting with excitement of things to come.
The bear approached her as if he had nothing to fear about her judging his size. He stepped right up her sitting on the bed, his crotch just about level with her forehead and about two feet in front of her. He undid his belt buckle, pulling it out in one smooth motion. The pants were tight enough that they did not merely fall the ground at this. The bear's large paws undid his pant button, and then the zipper, letting the pants go to the floor. Things looked promising. He wore only some tight boxer briefs now, his milky off white fur riding up over the edges of them. A simply giant bulge presented its self in the right place, causing the avian's smile to burst into a grin.
"Well, off with them!" she declared anxiously.
Lars did not make her wait long. Sliding both paws down his hips, he hooked a thumb in either side of the underpants edge, and pulled them down to his knees. As he stepped out of them, Scarlet squealed with joy. She usually wasn't so vocal, but she hadn't exactly stuck to her usual rule of only alcohol last night either. A massigantuan set of equipment dangled in front of her face. Balls the size of oranges (Fuck! They were nearly grapefruits), and a sheath so large and ready for use that it promised a cock that would not disappoint.
"Oh my, built like a bear, but hung like a horse," she remarked wisely, her intoned eyes noticing a stirring already in the bear's organ. Slowly his sheath perked, the pinkish tip of an erection gliding slickly out of its hole. His cock grew steadily bigger and bigger, and with the help of Scarlet's paw, was soon flared up to an absolutely astounding full length. It could have been no less then twenty inches, though she would have placed it closer to two feet. If she remembered she would ask him his measurements later, for bragging rights to her girlfriends if no other reason.
"Lucky for you," she said, looking up at his ever-grinning face, her paw starting to slide up and down the slick rod gently, "I have a lot of practice with big boys." She giggled softly, looking back at his member. "Though, admittedly not this big. Damn, this thing has to weigh more then my left leg!"
"Ready for some play after a night on the town?" the polar bear asked.
Scarlet replied, laughing softly, "Oh, you have no idea, teddy."
Teddy thought the huge, that's a cute one. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, throwing it into the same chair as her purse. It felt damn good to be in the fur. He sat down on the bed, the old wooden frame make making a quiet groan of protest, but offering not a single squeak. As Scarlet giggled softly, he laid back. "I'm feeling a little tired, babe," he said with another genial chuckle, "maybe you should wake me up a little."
"Looks like you're plenty awake to me, you lazy oaf," said the macaw, scoffing quietly as she gripped his erection. She rubbed up and down the length for a few moments, sounds of approval rumbling from the big body to which such pride belonged. As she lowered her beak towards the huge member, Lars watched with deep curiosity, and a little concern.
Blowjobs weren't exactly an avians strong point, but they had their methods, as Lars soon found out. Scarlet kept her beak well away from the reddish member, lowering her head until the tip pressed against her throat. She had been a few rounds before, and had good enough control over her gag to push the cock down her hatch slowly. Finding a enormous white-furred paw on the back of her head to be a great helping force, the top half of the avians open beak soon was pressed into the stomach of the bear, while the bottom was parting his balls inside their leathery home. The sharp parts of her bear were curved slightly inward from evolutionary design, and offered no threat to male's stomach, nor his tesitcals (for which he had a lot more concern).
Making sure not to press the bottom half of her beak into his balls with the repetitive bumping, Scarlet slowly began to pumping her head up and down, more then ten inches of his erection slipping down her throat at points. He began a thick murring as she started to work faster, as though he was really getting into it. As she leveled at a steady pace, she broke out the parrot's secret weapon for oral. She brought her tongue to the bottom of the bear's phallus. There was a cleft located on the avians tongue near the back of her throat, which cradled the member almost perfectly. This caused the huge bear to clench his groin muscles, legs tensing with the amount of pleasure flooding his senses. The long tongue wrapped around nearly the bottom half of the cock, the heavily muscled appendage squeezing and coaxing whatever amount of the bear that was not in her throat.
"It feels like you have a fucking hand in that mouth," groaned Lars as he began to pump his hips slowly, one paw on her head almost controlling the bird's pace of work, Scarlet moved off of his erection in one swift move. She grinned at the panting bear, laughing softly, "Let's not finish up too quickly, shall we? We've hardly started and you're already ready to bust a nut."
The huge form laughed, sitting upright, "Okay, at least I'm really awake now."
"Yeah, you better be," the macaw giggled. She stood on the bed, unbuttoning her pants. "Alright, time for me to join the living naked." She slid down her pants over her hips, followed by her black panties. She dumped the clothes on the off the bed and onto the floor, much to the satisfaction of both herself and the bear.
"My, my. You just get sexier and sexier with every layer that comes off," the bear said in a playful tone of voice, her form wavering a little before him like some cruel mirage that would be taken momentarily way.
Scarlet ruffled her brow to him, laughing, "Again with the acid. Well don't look at me like that, the feathers aren't coming off!"
"Don't worry," Lars said, a broad smirk stretching over his muzzle, "I'd never dream of plucking you like a chicken."
"You damn well better no be planning on anything like that," she said, her own smirk matching his. Scarlet suddenly felt the tinge of cold air on her member, uh oh. That's right, this little birdy was one of those that you hear about. Not a transvestite, not a drag queen, but actually both sexes. Letting her surprise slip out of its slit right in front of her new boy like that, needless to say, was not exactly the rough plan she had come up with while walking to the motel with him.
Watching the bright pink tip of an avian male's member submerge from a slit he hadn't noticed above Scarlet's vaginal entrance, the polar bear let his mouth hang open a few inches. "Damn, Red," he said, calling her by her nickname, "this acid is wild shit." He watched, as her length grew uninterrupted. She didn't try to hide it, just letting him approach it as if it was a hallucination of the acid. Maybe he wouldn't notice it was real until afterwards. As it stood at full attention, a miniature of his, the bear giggled is a deep voice, "Damn you have a big dick for a girl."
The parrot laughed softly, reaching down and grabbing her equipment. "Do I?" she ask, her voice filled with playfulness.
"Aye, you do!" replied Lars, his voice quiet, but also excited. He had been known to play around with other guys before, and this was pretty wild. He decided at this point that he would have to take acid more often.
"Well," Scarlet said, reclaiming his attention, "I have a deal for you." She went down on her knees in front of him, still sitting upright. She bent in, her beak nuzzling his muzzle as her member rubbed against his stomach. She parted her beak, whispering in his ear, "Let me use mine on you, and you can put yours in the same hole on me." She grinned, nipping his cute perky ear, "and I could fit all of it back there."
The bear thought for a moment, sniffing and nuzzling her neck until he replied with an equally sensual whisper to her ear, "Sounds like a deal, girl." He didn't believe for an instant that she could fit half of him in her rear, but he didn't say anything to that point. He stared up at the ceiling, waiting for his head to clear a little. Scarlet's feather rubbing against him felt like being caught up in a torrent of massaging debris.
"Great," she smiled to him, sitting back on her haunches, "get on your hands and knees, and we can get this started." They exchanged a devious smile, and then Lars turned slowly over to his hands and knees.
The huge bear felt the mattress bounce subtly as the avian came up slowly behind him. His heavy sack hung down between his legs, his still very engorged cock pointing towards the bedspread. Scarlet pressed her length against the bear's sack, sliding it up and down his own shaft a few times. She then pulled back a few inches and found his tailhole. She chortled softly, pressing the slick rounded tip of herself against the entrance. She pulled his softly rounded tail out of the way, watching as she pushed her muscle in past the polar bears entry and into his bowels.
He was tight, relatively speaking for his body size, of course. He probably had never gotten into a major gay phase in college like most young adults in this day and age do. She let him adjust slowly, pushing in bit by bit until she was completely surrounded by his warm rectum. For a few moments she remained hilted inside him for a couple minutes leaving the slightly confused, but very aroused, polar bear on all fours beneath her. As she began to withdraw from him the huge male grunted, clenching tightly shut around her member and making her gasp.
"Sheesh," muttered Scarlet, voice hot, "you're tight for a big boy." The avian's precome added just enough lubricant to keep her erection moving, the friction from those hot gripping walls bringing her astounding pleasure. As the female pumped her groin against the firm fir-softened hide of her companion, the bear shifted, brining his upper body slightly up and gripping the headboard tightly. He groaned softly, his head hanging down as he was pegged at a steady pace. His rear felt full of heat, and at the crest of every thrust there was sharp ping that gave him a rush of bliss so intense that it bordered on pain.
Pumping harder and faster, the macaw cooed softly as she felt herself begin to swell in preparation for her climax. With the motion of the pumps, Lars' huge balls began swinging with the momentum of his back thrusts. The giant orbs slapped against Scarlet's lower slit, her female one, teasing her mound and entrance. As the bird neared the end of her endurance, her erection began secreting lubricant heavily, producing an intense sloppy sound.
Lars moaned greatly, "Now that's the sound of love," he muttered, though it was completely audible, even over their sounds of pleasure and coming together. Breathing shakily, Scarlet sped up one more notch, knowing she was not long to finish. The bear still clenched her tightly, only letting up for an instant during his back thrust. Damn him! He milked her even harder as she pumped faster. Gasping for breath and air, too much to even voice her thoughts of amazement. After a slow and exceptionally deep thrust, which earned a long, low moan and a squirt of precome from the male, Scarlet pulled completely out. She brought her paw to her member, but began coming onto the lower back of her mate before she had even gripped herself.
Scarlet slowly squeezed and worked her softening erection, panting loudly, until she could coax out no more fluid. She paused a second, watching the great polar bear before her. He gripped the headrest with both paws, ass still slightly elevated towards the member that had penetrated it. His back was arched towards the bed, head hanging down. He would have looked absolutely beat were it not for his massive girth that dangled below his balls, tender from all the bouncing it took during the fuck.
Slowly the giant stirred, grinning from ear to ear as he turned. She grinned back, falling onto her ass, legs folded neatly on either side of her. The bear looked at his pulsing member, his grin lowering slightly into more of a smirk, returning his gaze to the avian who was smiling at him still.
After a few moments of partial silence, Scarlet said, "I think it's time I make good on the other part of our deal." She crawled around him on the bed, causing him to stand on shaky legs as she took her position. She lay on her back, her head on an untidy stack of pillows that sat at the base of the headboard. Lars rose onto the bed, watching her legs as he did so. He moved in between the two scaled forelegs, feeling her feathered thighs brush his side as he leaned in over her. The polar bear supported his frame over her nimble body with one forearm. He leaned in slowly, kissing her beak with an affectionate lick of his long tongue. She flushed slightly at this, the lick carrying a different sentiment then the previous casual acts of adult-love.
Lars' paw moved down to his enflamed erection, directing it to her rectum. From the missionary position, the polar bear lined himself up with her rear entrance. Both adults looked down along the line of their body's, and each other's, to the bears large tool. Under the gaze of both pairs of eyes, the male pushed his member forward, paw keeping it at the right angle. Slowly, the girl's tight tailhole parted around the tip of the phallus. Scarlet continued to watch, but the polar bear closed his eyes tightly, raising his head and growling as he pierced her rear. Neither of them had stretched her out before driving his enormous pride into her tight bowels, and he could certainly feel it.
Progress was obviously slower then when she had taken him. Fortunately, his organ had slicked its self up nicely during Red's turn, and now it made it a far easier entry. The macaw continued watching as Lars, eyes still clasped shut, forced more of his cock into her. She squeezed for a moment, her legs tightly wrapping around his side, her talloned toes pressing against one another before slipping back, both feet pushing roughly into the small of his back on either side of his spine.
Scarlet had strange anatomy. In fact, it was an anomaly that had never been documented before, and no doctor had ever had a chance to study her closely. The basic effect is this. Her bowels, rather then the normal, twisting fashion, were in a straight line. They were also over-lengthed for her body size. All in all, she had roughly twenty-six inches to the back of her large intestine, all of the length accessible to an object penetrating her from her anus. Many who had heard this about Red, whether from her or from someone who had known her, scoffed this, jeering the teller that such things were ridicules. But as the sun shines, it was the truth, and anyone who had ever seen her seen her 'play' with herself, knew it for a fact.
Lars was becoming convinced of her strange birth-given skill as well. The flared head of the bear's member had gone several inches in, and as he slowly proceeded to slip in more of his shaft, her inside track failed to present an insurmountable curve or twist. Scarlet moaned softly, the familiar feeling of a length within her rear warming her greatly. This bear was huge, hung about like a fucking elephant, which was a mammal even she wouldn't attempt to couple with. The shape of his erection stretched her in unfamiliar ways, sending a harsh chill down her spine. The huge polar bear brought the paw that had been guiding his length up to the girl's breast, gripping it tightly and squeezing it with his claws. Red made a high pitched sound, something like a laugh, commenting, "Take is easy, Tiger," in a heavy voice.
The cool air had chilled the pink flesh of Lars' erection considerably in the stretch of time it had hung outside of its sheath, and now, as over an entire foot of it was now inside the young bird, it felt as though it was burning with a sensation so sweet that it almost rivaled the one produced by the molestation of his prostate. The bear growled again, a constant murring filling the gaps between harsher sounds.
With only an unbelievable six inches left remaining outside of her tailhole, the polar bear was forced to stop, the slow rate of entry mixed with the force needed to open up her passage getting to him. He panted, and she was beyond that, gasping for breath. Her eyes were closed gently, her features reflecting ecstasy.
"You really enjoy this, don't you, Red?" asked the bear, pushing more now, having regained some of his stamina.
The macaw squirmed slightly, under the push. Sheesh, I really feel full, she thought, that doesn't happen often, even with the crowd I play with. She smiled, opening her eyes, two wells of a soft ebon, swimming themselves in brilliant emerald seas. "I live for this kind of fun," she replied. Perhaps that wasn't completely true, but anal sex was definitely one of her favorite perks of being a living being.
After just a few more movements of driving and pushing, Lars found himself completely imbedded inside Red's bowels. His nearly two foot erection burning inside her, squeezed so tightly on all sides it threatened to explode from the force. Again, both rested for a few moments, this time for longer.
After a few moments, when breathing had regulated somewhat, the mates looked into each other's eyes and offered each other another deep grins.
"And I thought it felt good when I was in your ass," Scarlet said, eyes smiling even more then her lips.
The male laughed, replying smartly, "Yeah, I thought it felt pretty good too." A smirk placed a period on the sentence. "I should probably tell you," he began another thought, "after being fucked, then having an entry like that, I don't think I'm going to last very long."
Scarlet giggled, "Good, I'm sure you're as tired as I am. We need a little rest."
This brought a playful growl from Lars, who began to withdraw. He pulled out only four or five inches, and then pressed back in slowly. The second thrust he pulled out the same distance, but pushed in a little faster.
Following the same pattern, he was soon forcing the same five inches back in with considerable force. The parrot's free breast bumbled up and down with every thrust, her body pushing back to his crotch. The bear's balls slapped against her firm feathered buttocks, causing shocks of a springing sensation to roll through his body. He grunted heavily, the arm supporting his body screaming pain, which he didn't even notice. As Scarlet dug her back claws of her feet into his back harder, the bear pumped his hips forwards at a rate unparalleled by most males his size. With a screaming growl the bear's arms gave out, causing him to fall forward onto the bed. The massive majority of his body's girth landed on the bed just as his member, with a mind numbing amount of pleasure, so great that it was past pain, exploded.
That's what it felt like anyways, an explosion. His member throbbed viciously, come flooding the girl's bowels. Scarlet screeched in a low but piercing voice, shuddering visibly with the warmth of the internal splattering. Her feathers puffed slightly, ruffled by the amount of Lars' weight against her. She was mildly surprised, and her lover shocked, to find that she had managed to get a female orgasm, even though no attention had been purposefully given to the soft mound of sensitive flesh, or the womanly passage.
Lying there for several minutes left both furres exhausted, but unclaimed by sleep. Their breathing dropped down to a relaxed state, the major workout for the day over. As the excess heat emanated from their bodies and mixed into an aura of warmth, Lars finally stirred a little, above the motionless Red.
"Ugh," he muttered, head sore now, though just thinking about it he wasn't sure why, "I'm getting limp. Are you ready for me to pull out?"
Scarlet shuddered again, just the motion his check when he spoke enough to send a chill down her spine. "After that firework show, I'm surprised you have a cock to get limp," she cynically replied, shifting slightly, but not sitting up. There would be a fair amount of pain when he pulled free of her, followed by a strange coolness, and, by the feeling of the load he had delivered, she would drain some lukewarm seed from her tailhole as well. She said "I'm ready."
Lars grunted, pulling out right then, in one motion, rather then waiting a few dramatic seconds. Bless him. Red was surprised to see he had already shrunk by half his length, but then again, he probably needed that blood elsewhere, like his brain, for instance.
"Are you okay?" he asked, smiling to her gently, his colossal grins seemingly forgotten for the moment.
"Yeah," she replied simply.
"You got a smoke?" the bear asked, smiling softly, "It seems I lost my pack."
"Yeah, I have to smoke after sex, too," she replied, "They're in my purse. Grab me one too, and the lighter," she advised.
The polar bear moved quickly, not begrudgingly dragging his form as she had almost subconsciously expected him to do. He fetched the pack and the lighter, delivering both to her as he lay down on his back next to her. She opened the pack, removing two cigarettes and placing them in her mouth. She lit both with the torch lighter, handing one to Lars with dexterous fingers.
Both smoked in silence, surly having a lot to mull over in their heads. In a five-star motel like this, they were surprised to find an ashtray on both nightstands by the bed. They smoked the cigarettes until they were stumps, then put them out in the ashtrays, not more then ten seconds from each other.
The bear tilted his head towards Scarlet. He spoke softly, "That was fun,"
Scarlet nodded her head, "Yeah," fancy colors showed on her wings and tail feathers as she rolled up against the broad white furred chest of her lover. The action of rolling brought a drip of seed down from her tailhole to trail across her ass to the bed. Fuck it, she thought, I'm going to take a shower later. Snuggling up to his thick white fur, the murmured in a low voice, "That was loads of funs."