1. Something In The Woods


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: Science-Fiction, Consensual Sex, Monster, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s Note: I don’t profess to be an expert on a creature that may or may not even exist. Some of the things you’ll read in this story have been read, watched, and listened to online by me (the Ohio howls for example). On the other hand, some of the things in this story are from my imagination. So please don’t be upset if certain “facts” are inaccurate. Also, please be aware, this is a longer story where the sex happens much later. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Something In The Woods Chapter 1 There it was again. A faint, yet clearly recognizable “whoop” sound followed by three quick knocks against wood. It sounded like someone hit a large tree trunk with a baseball bat. But it wasn’t a person, it couldn’t be. Why would it be? It was 2 am on a Saturday morning in northern Oregon near Mt Hood National Forest. Rich sat on his back porch; wide awake on his small, secluded, home and farm he inherited three years ago shortly after graduating from college. He just completed a huge project for the software engineering firm he works for remotely and decided to have a few beers and enjoy the cool August night air. Rich had been hearing these sounds with increasing frequency. He didn’t know how far away they were, but he guessed within a range of a quarter mile to one mile. The three wood knocks he just heard sounded pretty close. Several times within the past few months Rich would be woken in the middle of the night by “whoops,” knocks, and the always eerie, howls. He’d lay ...
    awake in bed listening and trying to figure out the source. It wasn’t a moose, or a deer, and there’s no way a bear would make a “whoop” sound or howl out like that. He thought it might be a coyote or a barred owl. However, some of the howls were long, labored moans out into the night air. They sounded slightly deeper in pitch than a coyote howl and lasted longer too. Then one evening he heard the knocks after a howl. It sounded like something was banging against a tree with another piece of wood. To hold an object and do that, one would need hands and opposable thumbs. Rich thought about campers - people out there in the nature preserve. Camping wasn’t allowed there and why would a person bang a limb up against a tree in the middle of the night after making a howling or “whoop” sound? Over the next few weeks he’d often go out on his back porch, sitting there in the darkness staring out into the forest that bordered his property, listening carefully. In August the activity really picked up. Four times a week he’d hear sounds that he couldn’t explain, coming from something he was unfamiliar with. This particular night in August, the “whoop” sound seemed very close – 300 yards. He’d heard it before and could easily imitate it, but never this close to his property. He took a swig of beer and decided to be brave. After the third knock Rich whooped back. It wasn’t as loud or as powerful as whatever made the sound, but it sounded almost the same. “Maybe it is a person out there. But ...
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