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Authors: Elle Gordon
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Northern Tavern
Two night’s earlier, when the moon wasn’t as full, Grant ended up at a bar near the outskirts of Northern Terrace. It was a divey sort of place with a lot of sketchy characters. Grant, however, didn’t mind. He was big and as burley as they came from his hometown of West Rock. The girls had seen his typical antics. They loved his wide, muscular body. They played with the waves of his sandy blonde hair. They kissed their soft lips of against his stubble. Then they all ended doing the same thing: slurping on his famously massive cock.
Grant wasn’t ashamed that everyone seemed to know how big his cock was. Nor was he embarrassed that he had fucked most of the women in the town. In fact, that had been the reason that he was on the run. A small town like West Rock was known for bikers and tougher type. Grant happened to have fucked the wrong man’s girl.
He couldn’t remember her name, but he did love his large, melon-like breasts. She eagerly bounced up and down on his fat cock. Grant also loved how she screamed and yelped loud enough for everyone in town to hear. Unfortunately, her husband also heard her. When he came home, she leapt high into the air. While the two of them argued, Grant strapped on his pants and headed for the window.
The next thing he knew, Grant was riding along the desert highway on his bike. The town had become too small too quickly. Like a mythical oasis, trees suddenly appeared in the dry sand. They shot up higher and higher as he rode. Then Grant came upon a partially lit up sign.
Northern Tavern.
It sounded too similar to Northern Terrace, a place Grant had always wanted to visit. As soon as he stepped inside of the bar, he realized that he might not be very far away. The bartender was burly and grouchy. Hair nearly covered every part of his body. A deep gash ran across his face near his right eye.
“You sure you want to drink here?” he grumbled as he looking up and down at Grant.
“Sure,” Grant said tilting his head slightly at the condescending tone of the bartender. “Why not?”
“Men fear this place,” the bartender growled.
“What if I don’t?”
“Then you might be fucking stupid.” Grant and the bartender glared at each other for a moment. It seemed that bluntness was this tavern’s lingo.
“Give me a drink,” Grant commanded, breaking the silence.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender grunted.
“Your darkest beer,” Grant said as he slapped the countertop. The bartender turned and pulled out a tall, spotty glass. Then poured from a black tab. A frothy whirl rushed around to the brim. The bartender slid the glass over to Grant, who used fast reflexes to pick up the glass before hitting the floor.
Just as Grant took his first swig, he noticed her. She was standing at the pool table with thick legs, wide hips, and tight denim shorts. The girl’s dark brown hair swayed back and forth as she danced to the rhythm of the blaring song from the jukebox beside her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her perfectly curvy body. However, Grant loved looking at her luscious breasts the most. They stuck plumply out of her top, which was just was old metal band shirt from The Killmars. Still, she looked too young to know that band.
Grant realized how horny he still was. The thick beauty from his hometown had been interrupted during his work. Now he wanted to slide his cock into something even tighter and wetter. Without a moment to spare, Grant grabbed his beer and headed toward the pool table.
“Do you know a song by The Killmars?” Grant smirked at the voluptuous woman. He had a theory that mocking a woman made the pathway to the bed a little easier.
“Why wouldn’t I?” slyly asked the woman.
“You just don’t look old enough,” he replied.
“Neither do you,” she said glancing up at him. Then she bent over and shot the pool cue, sinking two balls.
“Nice shot,” Grant replied.
“Thanks,” she said.
“I’m Grant,” he
Two night’s earlier, when the moon wasn’t as full, Grant ended up at a bar near the outskirts of Northern Terrace. It was a divey sort of place with a lot of sketchy characters. Grant, however, didn’t mind. He was big and as burley as they came from his hometown of West Rock. The girls had seen his typical antics. They loved his wide, muscular body. They played with the waves of his sandy blonde hair. They kissed their soft lips of against his stubble. Then they all ended doing the same thing: slurping on his famously massive cock.
Grant wasn’t ashamed that everyone seemed to know how big his cock was. Nor was he embarrassed that he had fucked most of the women in the town. In fact, that had been the reason that he was on the run. A small town like West Rock was known for bikers and tougher type. Grant happened to have fucked the wrong man’s girl.
He couldn’t remember her name, but he did love his large, melon-like breasts. She eagerly bounced up and down on his fat cock. Grant also loved how she screamed and yelped loud enough for everyone in town to hear. Unfortunately, her husband also heard her. When he came home, she leapt high into the air. While the two of them argued, Grant strapped on his pants and headed for the window.
The next thing he knew, Grant was riding along the desert highway on his bike. The town had become too small too quickly. Like a mythical oasis, trees suddenly appeared in the dry sand. They shot up higher and higher as he rode. Then Grant came upon a partially lit up sign.
Northern Tavern.
It sounded too similar to Northern Terrace, a place Grant had always wanted to visit. As soon as he stepped inside of the bar, he realized that he might not be very far away. The bartender was burly and grouchy. Hair nearly covered every part of his body. A deep gash ran across his face near his right eye.
“You sure you want to drink here?” he grumbled as he looking up and down at Grant.
“Sure,” Grant said tilting his head slightly at the condescending tone of the bartender. “Why not?”
“Men fear this place,” the bartender growled.
“What if I don’t?”
“Then you might be fucking stupid.” Grant and the bartender glared at each other for a moment. It seemed that bluntness was this tavern’s lingo.
“Give me a drink,” Grant commanded, breaking the silence.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender grunted.
“Your darkest beer,” Grant said as he slapped the countertop. The bartender turned and pulled out a tall, spotty glass. Then poured from a black tab. A frothy whirl rushed around to the brim. The bartender slid the glass over to Grant, who used fast reflexes to pick up the glass before hitting the floor.
Just as Grant took his first swig, he noticed her. She was standing at the pool table with thick legs, wide hips, and tight denim shorts. The girl’s dark brown hair swayed back and forth as she danced to the rhythm of the blaring song from the jukebox beside her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her perfectly curvy body. However, Grant loved looking at her luscious breasts the most. They stuck plumply out of her top, which was just was old metal band shirt from The Killmars. Still, she looked too young to know that band.
Grant realized how horny he still was. The thick beauty from his hometown had been interrupted during his work. Now he wanted to slide his cock into something even tighter and wetter. Without a moment to spare, Grant grabbed his beer and headed toward the pool table.
“Do you know a song by The Killmars?” Grant smirked at the voluptuous woman. He had a theory that mocking a woman made the pathway to the bed a little easier.
“Why wouldn’t I?” slyly asked the woman.
“You just don’t look old enough,” he replied.
“Neither do you,” she said glancing up at him. Then she bent over and shot the pool cue, sinking two balls.
“Nice shot,” Grant replied.
“Thanks,” she said.
“I’m Grant,” he
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