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Message-ID: <31915asstr$997359004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <honoredeballsack@cumy.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200108082229.PAA14725@mail17.bigmailbox.com> From: "Honore de Ball Sack" <honoredeballsack@cumy.com> Subject: {ASSM} The Bear Essentials X-Original-Subject: Story Submission Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2001 08:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31915> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, english Attached is another new story for your amusement Sincerely, Honore de Ball Sack ----------------------------------------------------------- Are you looking for more free xxx pics check this site out http://www.cumy.com/ get your own free email http://www.cumy.com/cumd.html <1st attachment, "hunting.txt" begin> **The Bear Essentials** By Honore de Ball Sack email: HonoreDeBallSack@cumy.com Chet was quite excited at the thought of killing an animal. Riding in the back seat of Brett and Todd's brand-new Range Rover Excursion. The 12-foot tall SUV's tight little Firestone tires provided for a smooth ride, and Chet was eagerly fingering his expensive, Italian-made shotgun. It was Chet's first time hunting. He was so proud that Brett and Todd had invited him on their weekly deer-shooting trip to the Pennsylvania woods. He had always dreamed of killing a wild animal, the larger and wilder the better, and Brett and Todd were the coolest guys on the trading floor. They had invited him along last week, when the three were discussing their tech portfolios over an Amstel Light at Scores. *** "Shhhh," whispered Todd. The three yuppies were crouching behind an ancient oak tree, clutching their expensive firearms. "I think I see a buck over there." Chet gripped his weapon and whispered, "So, are we going to eat it later or something?" Todd and Brett snickered. "Of course not!" said Brett in his deep, Yale educated voice. "What are you, some kind of red Indian faggot? That dumb animal can rot out here. I'm not going to eat dirty animal meat when I can get an extra-rare sirloin at Peter Lugar's!" "Ha ha!" laughed Chet. "Yeah! Fuck that dumb animal!" Just then, a dead tree branch cracked loudly in the woods behind them. The three stockbrokers turned and fired simultaneously. The shotgun smoke cleared, and the three stared silently ahead. Suddenly, they heard a terrifying roar, and a gigantic brown bear emerged from behind the trees. "Holy Nasdaq!" yelled Todd. "It's a bear! Shoot him!" Brett, trembling, lifted his $6,000 gun and pointed it at the bear. The already angry animal instinctively charged the humans. "Fuck!" shrieked Brett, grabbing Todd by the jacket and running. *** Chet, abandoned by his friends, faced off with the noble creature. His entire life flashed before his eyes: his Park Avenue childhood; his wild, cocaine-fueled college fraternity house days; that first time a drunk slut let him fuck her with his four inch penis; his first job, at the age of 22, at his father's brokerage house; and finally, all those beautiful coked-up days on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. The revolting stench from the bear's mouth was enough to make Chet piss and shit his shorts in fear. The bear stared at Chet. The smell of the hairless woodland creature's urine unleashed primal instincts from deep within the animal's genes. Months of sexless hibernation had built up gallons of bear-cum, and the need to release it was overpowering. The beautiful creature gripped Chet roughly, as it would have gripped a heated-up female bear. The six-inch, razor sharp claws ripped huge gashes into Chet's sides, and the expensive hunting outfit fell to the forest floor in a pile of blood. The yuppie became limp with shock, but retained his consciousness to feel an unnatural sensation in his rear. *** The bear mounted the little human as best he could. His bear-erection throbbed throughout its glistening, 12-inch length. The yuppie's shit covered asshole was tighter than any bear-pussy the animal had ever experienced, but he continued thrusting. The fresh salmon he had caught only a few hours earlier acted as a powerful aphrodisiac. Chet was too injured to scream in pain. The bestial violation, combined with the ongoing claw swipes, hurt more than anything he had ever felt. But the most terrifying thought for him was not the inevitable spectre of death, but the possibility of survival. If he lived, the other traders on the Street would constantly joke at his expense and call him humiliating names like "Chet, the Bear-raped Guy," and "Ursa Minor." After what seemed to Chet like decades, the bear finally unleashed buckets of fertile bear-cum into his intestines. The animal, having fulfilled its natural urge to reproduce, resheathed its bear-penis and lumbered off into the woods in search of salmon. Chet lay naked on the writhing forest floor, bloody and degraded, until the Forest Service sent its jackbooted Federal agents in to rescue him. *** Back on the trading floor the following Monday, Chet looked around nervously. His whole body was sore from the weekend's ordeal, but the energy of the pure capitalism that surrounded him provided relief. "Hey bear-fuck!" yelled a voice over the din. Chet looked over his Armani suit clad shoulder to see Brett and Todd. "We saw everything," smirked Brett. "You got raped by that bear!" "Yeah," said Todd. "We saw the whole thing from behind the windows of my Excursion. You're the worst hunter I've ever seen! That's the last time you come out with us." Todd turned to Brett and walked away, discussing the upcoming weekend's hunting trip and laughing at Chet's misadventure. *** Deep in the forest, the bear licked the salmon chunks off its gigantic lips. He sniffed the ground, and smelled the rubbery odor of Firestone tires. He lay down behind a group of trees and waited for the coming sex. ---THE END-- <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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