Misty Peaks

There's something in the water here.

Chapter 1 by FlowSmash FlowSmash

Matt grumbled quietly to himself. How much longer would it be? he thought. The FBI agent had been assigned to Misty Peaks to investigate something about a missing scientist. The problem was, the town seemed to be way out in the middle of nowhere. The dark-haired man had been driving for three hours, and night was falling. Being a field agent, Matt had to keep himself in good shape, and he stood a hair under six feet tall, though neither of those would stop his boredness as he continued down the road. A few minutes later, however, he got his answer in the form of a large sign on the side of the road that read “Misty Peaks: 5 miles”. Matt sighed to himself. The scientist in question, Valerie Stenson, had apparently gone missing four years ago and word came out that she had popped back up in this town. Why she was so important, however, was unknown to Matt.

A car horn shook the agent out of his thoughts and he swerved out of the way of a car.

“Hey!” he shouted angrily, looking towards the other car and seeing a convertible with the roof down driven by what looked like a tall, blonde man. On second glance, however, Matt found quite a few unusual things. For one, the guy was tall; it looked like he would’ve towered over Matt, and he knew that he wasn’t short in his own right. In the same vein, the guy was built, his entire body seemingly covered in granite-hard slabs of rippling muscle. The next thing he noticed was the redhead who had her face buried in his lap, her throat bulging obscenely as she deepthroated the man’s obviously thick cock. Opening his window slightly, Matt listened in.

“Fucking take it all, slut!”

The redhead moaned, her head bobbing back down.

“Huge-titted bimbo whore!”

The rest of the conversation was drowned out as the convertible accelerated and zoomed away.

“What the hell was that?” Matt muttered to himself, acutely aware that his own dick had stiffened to its eight-inch length. Something about the man in the convertible had triggered something in him, but he decided to set it aside for the time being. After spotting a gas station on the side of the road, he pulled in and began filling the car up. In the meantime, he decided to go in to get something to drink.

Upon entering the building, Matt was greeted with another strange sight. There were two people behind the counter: a man with a similar build as the muscular man he’d seen in the convertible before, and a black woman who was leaned over the counter, her huge tits spilling onto it as the man continuously plowed the woman’s round ass. Between the two of them, the only article of clothing they had was the skimpy bikini top that did basically nothing to cover the woman’s breasts, the little triangles of the fabric residing over her nipples and little else as the straps struggled to hold on.

“Take it all, slut!” the man bellowed, his hips slamming into the woman’s ass. “Bimbo fucking whore!”

“Monstercock in my ass! FUCK!” the woman screamed.

“How big is it?” the man leaned into the woman’s ear. “How big is it?!”

“Fourteen fucking inches,” she moaned out. “Horsecocked STUD!”

“You’ll take it all, you sizequeen slut!”

Matt was frozen in place, and he gawked at the scene presented before him before he tried to move towards the back, where the drinks were. He froze again, however, when the man let out a roar and pulled his hips back, exposing his enormous dick before he began to fire prodigious amounts of jizz onto the black beauty’s ass.

“Flip over, you cumslut! I’m painting your tits white.”

The woman turned over, pushing her boobs together between her arms and forming a long line of cleavage and took a few more blasts until the man finally stopped cumming, his seed sitting atop the top-heavy woman’s tits. At this point, Matt found himself able to move once again, but by the time he’d picked out a bottle of water, apparently from a local brand, the woman had turned her head and trained her eyes on him, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“You new here?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr as she began to strut towards Matt, hips swaying. The display of raw sexuality did not go unnoticed, and once again, the FBI agent was frozen. “You look new.”

“Yeah, I’m moving here,” he replied. The woman placed one hand on the bulge in Matt’s jeans and gave it a long stroke, using her other hand to tease his balls through the material.

“Here’s a tip for you,” she said, squatting down so she was at eye level with his dick, giving Matt a perfect view of her jizz-painted boobs while her hands still stimulated him through his pants. “Drink water. It’s good for you!”

Just like that, the woman stood back up and walked away as if nothing had happened, reassuming her position behind the counter.

“And you can take that, think of it as a housewarming gift!” she glanced back at the man behind the counter, and without a word, he gripped her hips once again, preparing to ream her ass for a second time.

Matt slowly walked out of the gas station, both confused and very aroused by the woman.

“FUCK ME!!” he heard her scream.

“ANAL QUEEN!” the man roared back.

“What the fuck?” he muttered to himself again. After disconnecting the gas pump, the agent began to drive back towards town.

Though night was falling fast, there were still people mulling about, and Matt couldn’t help but notice that they too seemed like the epitome of attractiveness. Though the women were all different, they all sported huge busts, rounds asses, and an insatiable appetite for huge dicks, as he saw a large number of them impaled in some way by a muscular stud’s veiny fuckpiece.

“What is this place?” Matt asked himself. Before he’d left for Misty Peaks, he’d been told that it was a normal town, but this didn’t seem normal at all! He took a sip of the water and savored it for a second. Something about the water felt different, although not in a bad way. It felt like something was flowing through his whole body. Maybe the woman in the gas station was saying something about the water, he thought.

A few turns later, Matt had finally made his way to the apartment building where he would be living for however long it would take to find the scientist. Multiple trips in and out of his own apartment later, he’d finally set it up.

For some reason, the thought came to the forefront of his mind that he’d been hard since his encounter with the woman in the gas station, which did strike Matt as something else odd about the town. By that point, however, the FBI agent was too tired to care, and he soon fell asleep.

* * *

Matt groaned quietly, his hands gripping the slim waist of the woman from the gas station, the deeply defined muscles on his arms rippling as he fucked her ass.

“Fucking whore for anal!” he bellowed, slamming his massive cock deep into her ass. “Nympho slut!”

“Fucking stretch my ass, stud! Fuck me til I can’t walk!”

The speed of Matt’s thrusts increased as he worked harder and harder, triggering a new orgasm in the black bimbo with each movement. At the same time, he felt the pressure building in his balls, the two plum-sized jizz spheres thumping into the woman’s gushing pussy as they produced more of his thick baby batter.

The rhythmic slaps of Matt’s muscular stomach crashing into the woman’s ass echoed throughout the store, and the FBI agent’s impending climax drew nearer still.

SLAP!!

“BIMBO!”

SLAP!!

“FUCKING!”

SLAP!!

“WHORE!”

“YEEEEESSSSSS!!” the woman screamed as he brutally reamed her anal passage. “FUCK MEEEEEEE!!”

Something in Matt’s mind told him that he was ready to cum, so he bellowed out, “WHERE DO YOU WANT IT?!”

“IN MY ASSSSSS!” she responded, bucking her hips backwards so she could have his full length inside her. Matt’s grip tightened on her hips, and he unleashed a huge load, firing obscene amounts of seed into her bowels in an epic cumshot that seemed to last for almost a minute before it finally died down.

“Cumslut!”

“Fucking stud…” the woman replied. “You’d better drink your water!”

“What?” Matt was confused.

“I said, you’d better drink your water!”

“What?!”

* * *

Matt yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes a little bit before he felt something wet and sticky in his pants.

“What the…” he struggled to shake the grogginess from his head. It had felt so vivid! Fucking that hot babe from the gas station…

Taking a look at his arms and the size of the bulge that still sat in his pants, he confirmed that it had indeed been a wet dream. A wet dream! He hadn’t had one of those since he was a teenager! Matt wondered if the strange town was the reason for that, too.

After getting out of bed and getting ready for the day, the dark-haired man headed out to the sheriff’s department to start what his new assignment would be. Upon opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of two muscular men in uniform sitting behind desks, while two officers were fucking in a corner of the office. Straight in front of him stood a busty blonde woman, almost as tall as he was, clad in a belt which accentuated her slim waist, a pair of mirror sunglasses, a short-sleeved shirt with two buttons done up that showed obscene amounts of both her cleavage and her underboob, black boots and a black thong that was swallowed up by the swollen lips of her pussy and the deep valley created by her two round asscheeks.

The officer extended her hand, and Matt shook it.

“Jocelyn Preston, Sheriff,” she said, her eyes dropping down to look at his crotch.

“Matt Langford, Sheriff Deputy,” he replied.

“I look forward to working with you, Officer Langford,” Jocelyn patted Matt’s cock before she walked off, hips swaying.

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