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 Her heart was pounding like a drum, she desperately tried to ease her
panting breath as she crouched behind a tree, eyes wide, scanning the
shadows cast by the trees in the moonlight, for her unseen assailant.  Her
naked body was wet from perspiration, she began to shiver in the cool night
air.

   "How did I get myself into this?" Susan thought to herself.

   It had seemed like a good idea to go for a walk in the woods under the
bright full moon to bask in the peacefulness of the woods and listen to the
murmer of the stream.  Only minutes before, Susan had parked her car along
the quiet residential road and stepped into the shadowy line of the trees.
She had walked down the gentle slope toward the brook, until the lights
from the nearest house were no longer visible through the foliage.

   She heard an owl hoot three times and paused to listen to the orchestra
of frogs and crickets around her.  She felt like the center of her own
private symphony.  Standing there, she felt one with nature, slowly she
pulled her shirt from over her head her small firm breasts sprang free, her
nipples immediately standing firm in the cool air.  Gently she draped her
shirt over a nearby branch and stepped into a shaft of moonlight that broke
through the canopy, her skin glistened in the light.  She ran her hands up
her sides and under her breasts, her hands engulged her tits pressing them
into her fingers and chest.  Susan then squeezed her nipples between her
thumbs and fingers, pulling them outward, and sending a shiver through her
body.  It felt like an electric shock had passed from her nipples to her
pussy, she could feel her nether lips begin to moisten.

   Susan's white breasts looked like small moons in the pale light, her
nipples, dark points, casting shadows on her flesh beneath.  She wondered
if the owl she'd heard before was watching her.  Just then, she heard it
hoot three more times, she took that as a sign of encouragement and felt
another trickle of moisture dampen her panties.

   She unbuttoned her shorts and slowly slid them down her hips, taking her
panties with them, revealing her pale skin.  Her vulva was smooth and bare,
glowing white in the light of the moon.  She quickly pulled her sandaled
feet through the legs of her shorts, and draped them on another branch near
her shirt.  Planting her feet slightly apart, she felt the night air drift
cooly between her legs, her moistness causing a tingle to spread through
her pussy, which only caused her to drip even more.  A drop of her honey
ran down the inside of her leg.  The moonlight caught it just right, it
looked like a star gliding down her thigh.

   The owl hooted three times again, "He must appreciate the show", Susan
smiled to herself.  She began to walk further into the woods, slowly
downward, luxuriating in the feeling of walking nude through the moonlit
woods.  She came upon a dark ribbon of ground before her.  It took her a
moment to realize it was the small brook she had heard, only it moved
quietly within its banks at this point.  She could hear it murmuring
faintly further to her right.  She wondered if that was up or downstream
from where she stood.  As she pondered this, she heard movement in the
trees from the direction she had come.  It sounded as if something was
sniffing around the clothes she had left hanging in the branches.

   Susan stiffened in sudden fear, listening intently and looking back the
way she had come from, trying to make out any shape amongst the shadows. 
She heard a low growl and then branches snap as something began moving
toward her.  Her heart lept into her mouth, adrenalin coursed through her
body as terror took the place of all that was before.

   Susan turned and ran along the side of the stream, then throwing caution
to the wind, she jumped into the brook, not knowing how deep it was, but
hoping the 15 foot wide stream wouldn't be too deep.  She splashed and
foundered in the water, it was deeper than she expected, but not over her
head, half swimming, half running, she pushed her naked body across the
river, scrambled up the slippery bank on the other side and hid behind a
nearby tree.

   Panting and listening to her heart beat like a drum, she took a moment
to reflect on how what had seemed like such an innocent decision, now had
her fearing for her life.  She hoped that whatever was following her
wouldn't cross the stream.  Her eyes continued to scan the far bank hoping
to catch sight of her pursuer, hoping the tree she hid behind was enough to
hide her from its dark eyes.

   Little did she know, but her pursuer had crossed the stream at the same
time as she had, and was only a short distance further upstream to the
right of her location.  Her pale nude body stood out like a starburst in
the moonlight from his perspective.  His cock was hard and pulsing at the
sight.  Slowly he moved closer, circling around behind her.  He had dark
hair covering his chest and arms, between his bare legs, his cock stood out
like a spear.  Her pale ass looked like a target.  He krept closer, a few
more yards and he'd be able to pounce on her before she could react.

   "Where was it?" Susan thought frantically.  The woods had grown silent.
No longer did she hear the owl.  The frogs and crickets near her seemed to
be hiding as well.  Then she heard a twig snap behind her, a bolt of panic
shot through her as she whipped her head around.  She saw him charge, it
was all she could do to make it two steps to her left before he was on her.

   Their bodies crashed into the soft wet ground, she felt his legs wrap
around her thighs and his hands grab her arms.  Then she felt it, his hard
cock pressed urgently against the back of her thighs, its heat stood in
contrast to the cool wet skin.  Susan was face down in the soft ground, he
had his arms around her shoulders, holding her by her wrists, clasped
tightly under her body.  He shifted his weight and slid his cock up between
her legs and up the crack of her ass.  She struggled to free her arms, but
he was too strong, she kicked her legs, but his weight held her firmly to
the ground.  He ran his cock up and down the crack of her ass several
times. She could feel his heavy balls brushing against her pussy as his
shaft slid just above her puckered anus.

   Then he whispered into her ear.  "Pan is lucky to find such a forest
nymph prancing in the woods on this full moon.  It has been many a long
year since last I saw the likes of your kind." "You will feel the lust of
the satyr before this night ends."

   Susan just whimpered at the words but an uncontrollabe urge passed
through her body, her pussy began to drip its honey once more.

   He rubbed his cock along her ass a few more times, then flipped her over
onto her back.  She stared up at him, his face was shadowy, but she could
see the bristly hair on his chest and arms, and his eyes shining in the
pale light.  He maintained his hold on her wrists and rested his weight on
her hips, his cock projecting before him, his balls resting just above her
pussy.  He leaned forward and forced her wrists above her head, as he did
so, his hips raised off her and his penis stood even with her breasts, his
knees on either side of her ribs.

   Susan looked down as he slowly inched up her body, his cock moving
toward her face.  Her arms were now stretched straight above her head as
his knees came even with her arm pits.  "Will the beast settle for my
mouth, sparing my pussy?" she wondered with a hint of both hope and
dissappointment.

   "Moisten my spear, so that I may gain easier entry to your honeyed
gardens, nymph!" growled the beast.  The head of his cock pressed to her
lips, her mouth seemed to open on its own volition as the smooth flesh of
his cock pressed between her lips and her tongue moved to the slit in the
tip and tasted the drop of precum.

   Susan swirled her tongue around the smooth head of his cock as he began
to slowly feed more of its length into her mouth.  She lay helplessly on
her back, her arms locked in his vice like grip as he settled into a slow
rhythm, pumping the first few inches of his cock in and out of her mouth.
She couldn't help but swirl her tongue around the shaft, occasionally
tasting more precum.  Uncontrollaby, her pussy heated up even more, she
could feel herself dripping, her honey leaking onto the foliage beneath
her.

   The beast began to make low moaning sounds and Susan worried that the
beast would cum in her mouth, leaving her pussy untouched.

   "Enough of that nymph." he groaned, "you'll drink from Pan's fountain
when its time, but not until I'm through with you."

   He worked his knees back down her body and once his head came even with
hers, his lipped began working their way from her ear, across her cheek,
licking and kissing its way across her face, sucking on her lips, and then
slowly down her kneck.  Susan was lost in the passion and did not even
realize he'd let go of her hands.  His head moved down her body, kissing
along her small firm breasts.  His tongue wrapped around her large stiff
nipples, sucking them into his mouth.  His suction put delicious pressure
on her nipples as his mouth tried to suck in her entire breast.  This went
on for minutes as he moved from one breast to the other, his hands kneading
the flesh of one while his mouth sucked and feasted on the other.

   Susan was quivering with pleasure by the time he continued his journey
further down her body, his lips and tongue licking across her navel and
slowly down toward the plump wet lips below.  Before completing the
journey, he raised up on his knees, his body positioned between her legs,
and grabbed each of her legs in either hand.  He had a hand behind each
knee and slowly pushed her knees up towards her breasts and then slowly
outward, rotating her ass upward and then spreading the petals of her
flower apart as her knees were pushed outward.

   He paused and looked upon the sight beneath him, as Susan quivered, with
anticipation.  She could take it no longer.

   "Lick my pussy", she moaned, "please", she panted weakly.

   Susans pussy and ass were spread and opened for the moon and the beast
and all the forest to see.  He lowered his head breathing in her sweet
musk. His tongue dipped between he plump lips tasting her.  His tongue
moved up her plump slit, dancing across her inner lips and then thrashing
across her clit.  He continued to lick and prod her pussy with his lips and
tongue, his face was soaked in her juices from nose to chin.  Her pussy
juice ran freely down her crack, pooling on her ass before continuing down
to drip onto the ground.  His tongue began to follow the trail of honey. 
Susans started as she felt his tongue run across her sensitive ass hole. 
The feeling sent more tingles through her body, and she could feel an
orgasm building.  His tongue began dancing back and forth from her anus all
the way to her clit.  Her orgasm remained just out of reach.  Then
suddenly, he lifted his head away from the feast.

   Still holding her legs apart, and stretching her wide, he shifted
forward until his cock came to rest on her saturated cleft.  He rubbed his
cock through the furrow of her lips a few times, she could feel his swollen
balls press against her tender anus at the end of each stroke.  Susan was
twitching her hips, trying to catch the tip of his penis with her pussy,
her whole life seemed to revovle around getting that cock inside her. 
Finally, with a thrust of her hips, she captured the head, and felt his
cock start pressing its way up her vagina.

   The beast plunged into her, not stopping until his pubic bone mashed
against her engorged clit and his balls pressed firmly against her ass. 
Then he began slowly stroking in and out.  He set a slow pace at first and
slowly built up speed.  The feeling in Susan's cunt was all that mattered,
she cared nothing for the trees, the moon, the mud behind her back the
twigs in her hair, or even that this unknown creature might fill her with
his cum.  In fact she desperately wanted to make him cum.  She was lost on
the verge of an orgasm, hanging and twisting in the decadent breeze of
eroticism.  Her fingers drifted to her clit, ready for the final push over
the edge.  The thrusting stopped, and fullness in her pussy was no more as
he pulled his cock from her.

   "Now you will drink the cum from the fountain of Pan", said the beast.

   Susans's eyes were nearly in the back of her head with pleasure as he
stood up, his feet on either side of her waist.  He squatted down, hovering
before her, his cock wet and angry.  He lifted her head with both hands and
guided his cock once more toward her waiting mouth.  Susan's fingers
thrashed at her clit.  Just as the beasts cock passed between her lips, her
own juices coating it, she was overcome with the throws of a tremendous
orgasm.  Half of the beasts cock was in her mouth as it began to spurt his
cum into her mouth.  Susan was lost in an orgasm that continued to pulse
with each spurt of cum that hit her tongue.  She quivered and trembled, no
longer in control of her body, she could feel the cum running out of her
mouth and down her chin.  Finally the last pulses of cum ceased, he lowered
her head back to the ground.  Susan continued to quiver in the aftershocks
of the most incredible orgasm of her life, balancing on the verge of
unconsciousness.

   Susan slowly drifted back into consciousness, awareness that she was
laying naked in the forest under the moonlight hit her.  Her assailant was
gone, she was once again alone in the woods.  Her mouth had the taste of
his cum and her own juices.  She picked herself up, and looked around. 
Nothing.  Then she heard the reassurance of the owl hooting three times. 
She made her way back across the stream, in a shallower section, and then
on shaky legs made her way back to where she left her clothes, guided by
the hoots of the owl.

   She stretched one last time in her nudity, feeling even more at one with
nature, before pulling her shorts and panties back on.  She glanced down at
her bare breasts glowing in the moonlight, and saw that she still had some
cum from the beast on the top of her left breast and nipple.  She wiped it
off with her finger and slowly placed it in her mouth, her last link to a
most memorable night.  She put on her shirt and walked back out of the
woods.  Would she ever walk through the woods again without thinking of
this night?