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Olga

The Hyena

Sabine




This must be one of the best stories i ever read....

Olga
by Phylogynia
Dec 96
(Notice: muscle dick-girl)

Scene 1: The gym

Sam entered the deserted gym for the first time. She had many times before walked
past it but never dared to enter. She had always been intrigued by the people
frequenting these places.
All these fit women and men were turning her on more than she would have liked. Sam
was a frail 16 year old teenage with perfect skin, an impeccable smile and a angelic
face. She had long dark curly hair and turquoise eyes. In short she was a stunner.
Guys were hovering around her like bees around a jar of honey.
At 16, she had had a lot of sexual experience but was nevertheless extremely shy. I
guess you could say she was a typical case of a double personality. Reserved and
polite in real life, torrid and insatiable in bed. I can almost hear you think that
this is the best kind. You've got a point.
Muscle and large dicks was what she was aiming for. The first time she made love, it
was with one of her school mates. She fell for him not because he was a spunk but
because, during the slow, she felt this burning fire inside her belly and feeling his
erection rubbing against her pubic was sending her heart in overdrive. Sam feared
that the first time would be bad. That's what the more experience girls were saying:
"It hurts and then it's over.". Well, for her the first penetration was like
discovering a new world. Sam orgasmed many times and still wanted more when he came
in her. And this was her first time and he had one small schlung!
When she discovered what it was to be penetrated by a stallion, she knew she had
discovered her aim in life. Bigger was better and if the stallion had muscle to
match, there is just no way to tell how intense her orgasms could be.
Of course, when your the prettiest girl around it was fairly easy for Sam to take her
pick. Her praying outfit was a pair of running shoes and tight shorts to enhance her
long, slim legs and tight ass. She usually covered her small pointy chest with a skin
tight white cotton T-shirt displaying her small nipples like two little jewels. She
would play the little school girl until she had to do an "adult" role. Dancing with
Sam was very dangerous, she'd run her hand along your back down onto your ass,
fondling it while pressing her pubis against yours, if an erection was the result,
and if the circumstances were right, she'd slip one hand inside your jeans to feel it
while smiling at you with all the innocence of her teenage years. Many men would come
right there and then. That was fine with Sam. It was good for her ego and besides,
she'd get an idea of the size she was dealing with. It was never too big for her.
Sometimes, if she was too excited to delay her pleasure, she would settle for less,
but enormous was definitely better. The more she could get inside of her, the deeper
was her satisfaction.
There she was, in the gym. Maybe that's a good hunting ground. Besides, she had
always wanted big muscle like those female bodybuilders: "I guess they also started
form zero." she said to herself looking at the reflection of her tiny arms in the
mirror. She flexed one arm to see if the reflection would tell her that there was
some hope in all this. Tensing her biceps, she managed to see something. "That's a
start." she said to herself trying to convince herself that it would not be as long
as she really thought.
That's when she heard a loud grunt from the far corner of the gym. She hadn't noticed
it when she entered but there was someone in the hall. Taking a few step aside to get
a better view, she saw someone lying down on the incline bench doing some dumbbell
flies. All she could see from behind, was the top of the head and two gigantic arms
on either side holding on what seemed like a ton of iron. More grunt filled the room
as the dumbbells were raised and lowered. Each time, the dumbbell were down, an
enormous chest appeared into view as if it was going to burst out of its muscle
shirt.
Sam felt weak at the knees from this perspective. She could image herself riding this
man and if his dick was in proportion with the rest of him, it would be the best fuck
of her life. At that point, she was panicking. What to do? What's the strategy here?
This is a gym, I've got to pretend. She looked around and saw the row of dumbbells on
the rack along the opposite wall. She went for them a grabbed the smallest one she
could find. She then walked to a bench strategically placed. He'd have to walk past
her if he wanted to get out or to get to the drinking fountain. The dumbbells were
still being hiked up with accompanying grunts when Sam sat on a bench to do biceps
curls. She did a few, but had to stop. She was hypnotised by those arms. Man, they
were gigantic. They looked like steel with a volume that was almost impossible. And
those shoulders! This mountain of a man had to be Mr Universe in the proper sense of
the world universe. Sam was incredibly wet and for a second contemplated the idea of
hitting the toilet to release some of her sexual tension but how could she leave such
a sight.
Looking anxiously behind her to see if the gym was still empty, she dropped one
dumbbell and inserted her fingers down her shorts to reach for her clitoris. In a
matter of seconds, Sam quickly reached a state of near orgasm but unfortunately, the
mammoth arms release the dumbbells making a huge "thump" followed by a pause. Then,
she saw him grabbing hold an even larger set of dumbbells and with an amazing display
of strength, the arms pumped up the steel three times before dropping it loudly as he
release a huge cry of pain for the burning sensation. She saw him grabbing his biceps
with his large hands. They were gigantic, as Sam had the impression the were the size
of  bowling balls with the same shiny, hard aspect. But something was wrong! He had
nail polish! "What is this? Is this a new trend?" she thought but at the same time,
the man got up and as his silhouette grew Sam realised that this mountain of muscle
was... a woman.

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Scene 2: Olga

Sam remembered the time she watched Mr Universe contest on TV. These guys were huge
but compare to that woman, they looked like toothpicks! Sam quickly estimated her
height to be above 6'6". She had almost impossibly long legs with thighs so
voluminous that they seemed to hang a foot on either side. Her ass was enormous,
perfectly round and striated as if chiselled out of granite. It was the most
beautiful sight she had ever seen and the snow-white skin-tight shorts this woman was
wearing were like a second skin to her.
Her hips were very broad and the contrast with her tiny waist would have made her
lower body seemed out of proportion were it not balance by an upper-body that
consisted entirely of hypertrophied muscle exploding into an orgy of bulges. Her lats
were so wide that her arms were forced at a 45 degree angle making her look
frightening. From the back, her arms looked as thick as her waist and her shoulders,
of unbelievable relief and volume, looked wide and strong enough to sit a linebacker
on each.
Sam lower belly was on fire. She wanted that woman so bad. But more was to come.
The giantess moved a step aside a face a mirror. She then proceeded in hitting
muscular pauses after muscular pauses. When she turned sideways to hit a chest pause,
Sam could not help but to yelp. That woman had a chest to put any bodybuilder to
shame; the layers of muscle laid down on it made it of impossible thickness. As this
was not enough, she had breasts the size of watermelon but only firmer with nipples
so large and thick that they stretched the fabric of her top. Looking at her
reflection in the mirror, she hit the chest pause and while doing it breathed in
deeply causing her chest to expand and her breast to move up and up and up until the
huge nipples pointed directly towards the ceiling.
"Not bad." Sam heard the giantess say to herself, "The abs could be better...". The
giantess relaxed making her muscle mass shift around and,  grabbing a towel and
turning towards Sam she went for the fountain. Sam was paralysed. As the giantess
walked towards her, she could not help but look at the most amazing physique of the
planet. The giantess beamed a radiant smile at Sam and greeted her with a "Hi there"
that showed a perfect mouth with pearly white teeth. Sam tried to answer back but
nothing came out of her mouth. This woman was stunning. Her face was of a purity and
nobleness that threw Sam into a state of total adoration. This was the first time she
was in love.
When the giantess came back, she went directly for Sam.
"Hi my name's Olga. You're new around here?"
"Yeah... first time today."
"You know how to use these?" said Olga pointing at Sam's little dumbbells. "What are
you working on? Biceps? Triceps? Chests?".
Really, Sam had no idea what she was doing. She was so wet it was not funny and -
sitting down - her face was inches away from Olga's abs. Sam could not believe how
deep and striated they were. They were like rocks, polished rock like you can find on
the beach, pebbles of enormous size.
Seeing that she could not get an answer from Sam, Olga said "Perhaps you could tell
me your name, first?".
"...Sam, my name's Sam."
"Sam? I like that, it's masculine; a very good contrast with your appearance. You
look fantastic!".
Sam's heart was now pounding: "You too." she managed to say.
"Oh, you know, I know I'm a bit revolting by certain standards but I really like
muscles. I realised quite early that I was going to be tall and strong and somehow a
liked the idea. I've worked out for years and you have the results right here."
"How tall are you, Olga?" said Sam with an angelic smile.
"Well, just over 6'7''. If you want a complete story, I weigh 420 pounds, my waist is
30'', my thighs almost 40''. I've lost a bit of weight recently. I couldn't train
properly for the last 3 months. My biceps have gone down to 27'' and a long gave up
on measuring my chest since it varies so much during my cycle. I guess very big
should suffice." and she laughed loudly.
"In fact, I've always been very big... everywhere." and she sat down next to Sam and
speaking with a low voice she added "When I was your age, I had very big nipples and
I hated that!". She put a finger on one of her huge knobs protruding through her
tops. "But now I quite like them. I think men do too!" she added with a wink. She
paused for a few seconds.
"For a while, I wanted to be small, slim with a golden skin like yours. In fact, I
think you are very attractive. Look at yourself. You are like the perfect creature.
Nice tits, bright smile, long thin legs, perfect skin. What are you doing here?".
These compliments completely demolished any resistance Sam could have had. She was
melting away and all she could think of was too loose herself in those amazing arms.
"I mean, you don't need weights. You haven't got a single gram of fat, your firm and
so full of life." Olga extend a hand, and caressed Sam's back starting from her neck
down, appreciating the gracious curves of her lower back and as she reached her ass,
she slip her hand underneath and effortlessly almost lifted her the bench. "And feel
this ass. Tight and round.". She removed her hand and got up. "No, really I don't
understand.".
Sam heart was about to explode. She got up and despite herself said "You're going?".
"Just going back to my routine.".
"Can't you show me how work out my chest, like you were doing?".
"Flies? Yeah, sure. It's very simple. The idea is to open up your chest and
strengthen your pecs so that you can do like this."
And Olga planted her feet at shoulder width, put her hands on her hips and projecting
her chest forward, she inhales and her mammoth breasts started to raise while her
lats grew like wings under her arms. Sam started to feel dizzy but she had to touch
this incredible body. She got up, and put a hand on one of Olga's breast.
Immediately, the huge nipple stiffened and pushed against the fabric. Olga, obviously
pleased by the result said "Sam, be careful with those, they might explode!" and she
tensed her mountainous pecs and to the surprise of both of them, the fabric tore from
top to bottom and her breast, suddenly freed burst out of the top. Olga, smiling
wildly, looked to on herself:
"Oops, must be this time of my cycle..."
For a few seconds, Sam looked at the splendour of this giant chest, the deep
striation of her pecs and the sheer volume of this enormous torso, before her head
started to spin uncontrollably and then she passed out.

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Scene 3: The awakening

"Wake up, wake up!
Sam came back to this world not knowing where she was nor how she ended up there.
"Where am I?" she managed to mumbled "What's going on?"
"You're at my place." said Olga, "You've slept for five hours. You know you gave me a
real fright."
Sam slowly sat up and rubbing her eyes, she looked up to Olga. "Olga?" Her memories
were quite vague. "Olga, the gym... muscles...". She slowly remembered what had
happened but the sight of Olga acted like a truth serum on Sam.
Olga was sitting next to her wearing a purple silk top that floated on her like a
caress. The fine fabric seemed unreal in the context of bulging shoulders and arms
the size of legs that framed the woman's torso.
"You passed out in the gym, remember?"
Of course she remembered. She was so excited that before passing out, she thought she
was hit by an orgasm.
Olga put hand on her long fine thigh:
"Are you okay now?"
Sam started to tremble again. Olga could easily tell that the poor Sam was so nervous
that she could faint once more. She was quite excited herself and figured that it
would be good for both of them to have a little intimate moment. She leaned over Sam,
picked her up by the waist and sat her down on her lap facing her. Amorously, she
planted a wet kiss on Sam's lips while with one hand rubbing her back and with the
other fondling her breasts.  Sam's trembling surged for a second a soon was replace
by the warmth of sexual desire. Sam's put a hand on Olga's breast in search of the
huge nipples. When she reached it, she started to rub and pinch it. Olga's reaction
was to reach for Sam's pubis and through her tights, she started to masturbate her.
Sam was moaning and gyrating her hips under Olga's manipulation.
"Want to spend the night here, Sam?" asked Olga "My body has a lot more to offer... a
lot more."
Of course, Sam could not even think about saying no but Olga did not wait for her
reply: "I'll show you sex like you have never experience. I will fill you with
streams of pure excitement only to let you explode impaled on me." And Olga got up,
lifting Sam with her and slowly put her down to her feet.
"Wait for me on the sofa, Sam. I'll get myself ready." Olga disappear upstairs and
after a few seconds, Sam could hear the sound of the shower. Sam looked around, the
Sofa was huge, in proportion to its owner thought Sam. She proceeded to undress and
once done she sat down on the Sofa and started to masturbate.
As Sam was creating more sexual tension, thinking about Olga inhuman body, she
thought "...fill you with streams of pure pleasure" and her tension raised again:
"let you explode impaled on me.". Fuck, yes!. She heard the shower stopped and she
inserted two fingers into herself.

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Scene 4. All of Olga

"Are you sure you wanted to stay here tonight, Sam?" asked Olga as she was walking
downstairs from her shower. Sam could yet see Olga when she heard her footsteps: "Cos
I'm sure excited about it?" she went on.
First Sam saw Olga's athletic legs in the staircase, her calves bunching up with each
step. Then her gigantic rippled thighs appeared. Sam swallowed with difficulty and a
long shiver irradiated from her pubis. When Olga pubis came into view, Sam could
believe her eyes:
"What on earth... "
Olga took a few more steps, revealing the largest clitoris ever seen on any woman. In
fact, Sam had never even seen any penis approaching the size of it. Olga, smiling,
was holding the rigid pole in one hand, caressing it with long  firm strokes. When
she finally came into full view, Sam had the privilege to see the most muscular human
being in a state of complete erection.
Her naked body was covered with slabs of muscle of frightening power and the
disproportional clitoris was standing erect in front of her with a purple penis-like
head the size of a small fist. Olga moved closer to Sam pushing the giant organ
almost in her face. Her pumping action caused the head to swallow periodically and
the large veins covering the shaft to shift around.
"God this feel so good, Sam" said Olga, "how would you like to be impaled on this?".
Sam's heart was racing like she never thought possible and she was now completely
wet. "How is this possible?" said Sam which brought a smile on Olga's face. Looking
intently at her magnificent organ, Olga said "I don't know, that's just the way I am.
Here, stroke it.". As she release her clitoris, the tension in it slammed it against
her sternum, the head jammed between her mountainous pecs. With trembling hands, Sam
grabbed the erect monster and pulled it towards her. This gave Olga a fantastic
thrill. Sam was now so excited that her juices were flowing down her thighs. She
started to pump on Olga's clitoris with all the strength of her little arms. Soon,
Olga started to moan:
"Harder, as hard as you can!"
And Sam fighting against the tension in Olga's member was pumping on it with all her
strength. Soon a thick translucent liquid started to ooze out of the clitoris head.
This lubricant had a very potent sexual smell and Sam was completely transported by
it. All she wanted was the beast to be inside her, foraging into her deepest parts.
Olga was about to come. She tilted her head back and close her eyes. The room was
filled with the sound of the lubricated pumping action. Olga, knowing she was about
to explode, instinctively brought her hands behind her neck and as the orgasm hit
her, tensed her arms into a stated of granite-like hardness and her whole torso,
completely deformed by contraction, burst out with inhuman veins irradiating from the
base of her clitoris. Sam could not believe her eyes, she could not believe the
monstrosity of it all, when she was hit in the face and all over her chest by a
massive amount of female cum. Three long and thick spurts landed on her. They were
hot and soft and although discussed by it, she felt her desire decoupling. Olga
dripping clitoris was now even harder than before and the head - after many fearsome
contraction - was now pulsating heavily with every heart beat.
"Sam, I will now fuck you beyond your wildest dreams!" said Olga with an almost
insane smile.
She grabbed Sam top lying on the sofa and wiped off the female cum off Sam's face
with it and through it away. Sam's teenage body was standing naked it all its glory.
Her golden pristine skin shiny in the late afternoon sunlight. On one side, a giant
mountain of female muscle with an erect python-like clitoris dripping with wet cum,
on the other a tiny, fragile teenager who was about to discover a sexuality she had
never dreamed of. Olga grabbed her clitoris and tilting it, she passed it in between
Sam's leg, in between her cheeks, and behind her back. Effortlessly, she lifted Sam
of the floor supported simply by her inhuman organ.
Sam put her hands on Olga's ripped and warm shoulders as Olga deeply kissed her for
long minutes. Sam was gyrating her hips around Olga clitoris and, taking one hand off
Olga shoulders, she reached back to grab Olga's erection. Her little hand caressing
the burning and dripping rod, her fingers sliding on the slippery wet surface. Sam
was on the verge of an orgasm and was breathing more and more heavily. Olga walked to
the couch and through Sam on it like a rag doll. Towering over Sam and holding her
massive rod with one hand, Olga commanded that she'd spread her legs. Once done, Olga
pushed down her enormous phallus until the head was in contact with Sam wet and
gaping pussy. She then pushed the head against it jamming it against Sam own
clitoris. For a few seconds, Olga dripping member rubbed against the entrance until,
Sam, totally overwhelmed by her physical desire, grabbed Olga's appendage and pulled
it as hard as she could inside of her. The head disappeared inside of her and a flash
of pain went through her body soon to be quenched by a greater pleasure. Sam, could
not move nor breathe anymore, all her senses had condensed into her lower body.:
"And now, let's see how deep you are, my tiny lover.", said Olga and with a violent
thrust, she engulfed half of her clitoris into Sam's belly.
This extracted a long scream of pain out of Sam and Olga simply remove herself from
Sam, completely. Leaning over her, Olga brought the dripping head of her rod within
inches of Sam's face.
"Look at this! Isn't this what you always wanted?", asked Olga, "Tell me you want
more."
Mixed tears of pain, desire and fear were rolling onto Sam's cheeks. "Lick me." said
Olga. And avidly, Sam grabbed Olga's member, pulled it towards her mouth and started
to lick the female cum intermixed with her own secretion. A renewed sexual tension
was building up again within Olga and she reached down and inserted two fingers in
Sam's trembling pussy. She massaged her clitoris with agile and knowledgeable fingers
sending shivers down Sam's spine.
Both women were about to come; Sam's was wildly shaking her hips under the sexual
tension and her licking had become a disordered sucking and biting of the ripe and
ready to explode clitoris heads. But Olga wanted it otherwise and pulling away she
said "And now, hold on.". She grabbed her own clitoris with her huge hand, female cum
was already gushing out of its head, and violently inserted it into Sam. Pushing with
all her weight, she managed to insert it all into Sam's frail body. Sam had
completely lost control and was gripping the cushion so hard that her fingers were
bloodless. Olga, also entranced was furiously roaming into Sam until she came. With
each orgasmic contraction, a flow of female semen was gushing out of Sam pussy
dribbling down Olga's legs.
  "I'm still hungry. This is unbelievable!" Olga said and getting herself upward,
she, with the sole power of her clitoris, raised Sam off the sofa. "I need more,
more!" said Olga. Sam's impaled body was almost lifeless. "Sam, pardon me for this."
and Olga put her hand around Sam's ass and using her gigantic muscle, she raised her
off her clitoris until the purple head was visible and slammed Sam down driving her
member into her. Sam could not tell what was happening and the distinction between
pain and torrid pleasure was blurred. In a sense, she was in a continuous state of
orgasmic contraction. "Your beautiful" said Olga as she was using Sam as a
masturbation implements and as she feel herself coming once more, she pulled Sam
completely off her phallus and threw her again on the couch. Olga grabbed her
clitoris with both hands and finishing herself off, she ejaculated once more onto Sam
exhausted body. This time, hitting a double biceps pause and shouting "This is for
you, Sam".

This is how Sam met Olga.

Phylogynia
Decembre 1996

[Jeremy Lightning]

An absolute classic, one of my favorite muscle dick-girl stories ever, and I've seen a few, thanks for putting it up, in case people haven't had the chance to see it yet. k+

[horst11]

I found this story. However, i don't speak french good enough to understand it fully. Could anyone translate this to english? That would be amazing. Thanks in advance.

La hy�ne
By Phylogenia
Elle etait couchee sur le dos et, sur cette musculeuse surface d'un noir volcanique et d'un lisse soyeux se trouvait un etrange et effrayant tatouage.


Premi�re partie

   Elle n'�tait qu'accoud�e au bar que d�j� je savais que nos vies
convergeraient. Elle portait un haut blanc moulant � manche longue qui
contrastait violemment avec sa peau noire et qui se terminait abruptement sous
ses seins laissant voir son ventre et ses reins. Son pantalon n'�pousait son cul
et ses jambes qu'encore plus pr�cis�ment et ses talons haut la rendait
imposante. Elle devait faire 1.80 m au minimum; 1.80 m de femmes si noire
qu'elle en paraissait bleu�tre et les lumi�re multicolores du bar lui donnait
des reflets quasi-irr�els.
   Ses lignes �taient d'une beaut� tr�s particuli�re, tr�s africaine et -
pardonnez-moi le clich� - tr�s primaire. Ses tr�s grands yeux bruns brillaient
comme des billes et leur blanc ne faisait que renforcer celui des ses dents qui
se d�couvraient � chaque sourire. Ses l�vres pulpeuses couvertes d'un rouge
violent instillaient en moi un d�sir sexuel qui troublait mon rythme cardiaque.
   Je passai de longue minutes � la regarder, � la d�guster. J'�tais seul ce
soir-l�. Je revenais du travail et j'avais besoin d'un verre. En sortant du
m�tro, je me dirigeai directement chez "L'immoraliste", nom du bar ci-mentionn�
et qui avait emprunt� son nom � Gide pour des fins sans doutes plus terre-�-
terre. Le nom me plaisait et en entrant je me demandai si la faune nocturne qui
y grouillait connaissait la symbolique litt�raire de cette bo�te plus ou moins
kitsch, plus ou moins chic.
   Une relation tumultueuse avec une anglaise guind�e me laissait depuis
plusieurs mois un go�t amer � la bouche et je m'�tais presque convaincu que la
vie de c�libataire - quoique moins �pic�e que sa contrepartie - n'en avait pas
moins un c�t� plus salubre. Mais cette noire r�veillait en moi les instints les
plus primaires et l'�rection que je sentais cro�tre dans mon slip n'en �tait que
la plus �vidente manifestation. Je dois ici pr�ciser que cet �tat physiologique
ne m'arrive qu'infr�quemment dans les endroits publics et qu'en cons�quence
l'attrait de cette d�esse primordiale n'en �tait que plus extraordinaire.
   Je ne comprenait que mal pourquoi cette femmes m'attirait tant. Mis � part
sa peau qui me paraissait d'un soyeux voluptueux, son physique �tait assez
particulier. Enfin, je dis particulier mais ce n'est pas le mot appropri�. Elle
�tait tr�s caustaude; sans doute plus que moi. De toute �vidence, c'�tait une
sportive. Ses jambes quasi-infinies �taient d'une musculature remarquable.
Surtout ses cuisses que je cherchais deviner dans la trop faible luminosit� du
bar. � chaque d�hanchement, � chaque pi�tinement, mon coeur battait f�brilement
car je cherchais � decouvrir si vraiment ces jambes �tait aussi volumineuses que
mon fantasme l'aurait souhait�.
   Ses �paules �taient larges et ses bras avaient le volume de bien des
hommes. Quant elle levait son verre pour le porter vers ses l�vres (que
j'imaginais trop facilement sur les miennes), son biceps se gonflait pour former
une masse impressionante. Son gros cul  rond et sa taille presque trop fine, me
donnaient l'impression d'une sprinteuse am�ricaine.
   Avec ses cheveux d�fris�s, sa coupe au carr�, son rouge � l�vres et son
sourire d'ivoire elle m'attirait � un point tel que mon cerveau cherchait
d�sesp�r�ment une tactique d'abordage. Dans ces situations, je suis plut�t nul.
Inepties et platitudes sont chez moi les r�sultats in�vitables de l'obsession
f�minine. Je me suis donc approch� d'elle sans plan d�ment pr�par� me fiant � un
talent improvisatoire qui me restait � d�couvrir.
   Elle parlait � un mec �norme tout en muscle et rendu assez pr�s, il m'est
apparu �vident que les deux �taient bourr�s. Je me suis donc plant� au bar
derri�re elle; elle me faisait dos. J'ai command� une "Mort subite" en gardant
une oreille attentive � la conversasion. Elle ne parlait que tr�s peu tandis que
lui se r�pendait en conneries sur les sujets les plus triviaux. Apr�s quelques
minutes, j'ai r�alis� qu'elle s'emmerdait carr�ment et que ce mec ne cherchait
qu'� faire mouche avec ma cr�ature de r�ve. Soudain, elle se retourna vers moi
histoire de voir si elle pourrait trouver un pr�texte pour se d�barasser du mec.
Comme j'�tais derri�re elle nos yeux se crois�rent imm�diatement. Elle me jeta
un sourire irr�sistible que je lui  retournai automatiquement. En me jettant un
clin d'oeil, elle se pencha vers moi et me dit "Ce mec me les casse, t'as pas
une id�e?".  J'�tais pris de court. Je jettai un regard vers l'hypertrophi�
imbib� et je me dis qu'il vallait mieux ne pas l'affronter directement. Il avait
l'oeil mauvais et des �paules de rugbyman. Sans compter qu'il faisait une t�te
de plus que moi. Durant les longues secondes que mon minable cerveau prit pour
concocter une strat�gie digne de ce nom, elle restait � me sourire, l'oeil d'une
liquidit� toute alcoolique. Dans sa bouche entrouverte reposait une volumineuse
lange rose et je r�alisai avec d�pit que toutes mes facult�s intellectuelles
�taient harnach�es par cet object d'une sensualit� deconcertante. Je me retenais
pour ne pas me ruer sur cette bouche: langue contre langue, l�vres contre l�vres
et puis ce corps g�n�reux contre le mieux. Tout allait trop vite et ce qui me
ramena � la r�alit� fut une phrase prononc�e par le briseurs de couilles:
"Emmerde pas ma gonzesse, minus!". Je dus relever la t�te pour constater � quel
point l'imb�cillit� et l'agressivit� reignaient en ma�tres dans cette bille qui
lui tenait de t�te. C'est malgr� moi que je m'entendis dire "Qui emmerde qui au
juste?". Visiblement insult�e, la brute m'aggrippa � deux mains par le col et je
sentis mes pieds quitter le sol. �trangement, je me sentais maintenant d�fiant:
"Je crois que t'emmerdes la gonzesse." lui dis-je avec un large sourire. Rouge
de rage, il me projetta violement sur une table qui s'effondra avec un fracas
impressionnant. J'�tais encore � quatre pattes quand deux videurs se ru�rent sur
lui. Ils purent de peine et de mis�re le retenir et, du plancher, je priais
Bacchus qu'ils r�ussissent � le ma�triser. Pendant qu'ils s'affairaient � le
sortir les pieds devant et qu'il m'invectivait copieusement, je jettai un coup
d'oeil vers ma d�esse qui s'�tait assise sur un tabouret. Elle tenait le bar
d'une main comme si elle allait tomber pendant qu'un �trange sourire se formait
� ses l�vres. Une intense douleur au dos m'emp�chait d'en analyser la
signification; j'�tais en fait furieux qu'elle prenne ce sketch avec si bonne
humeur et j'avais bien l'intension de lui dire le fond de ma pens�e un fois
debout et la douleur retomb�e. Je pris quelques secondes suppl�mentaires pour
regrouper mes forces et une fois debout, je me dirigeai vers elle. � ma grande
surprise, un des videurs s'approcha de moi et me saisit par le bras: "Aller
coco, on se casse!". Un seconde plus tard, j'�tais � mon tour sur le trottoir
aboyant "Et ma bi�re encul�, j'ai pas fini ma bi�re!". La porte se referma et
derri�re elle disparu la musique du bar. Je restai debout comme un imb�cile �
regarder la porte r�alisant tout le minable de la situation.
   J'allais retourner chez-moi quand elle apparu dans le cadre de porte. Elle
�tait compl�tement ivre et tenait � peine debout. En fait, elle ne tenait plus
debout. Elle me sourit et me tomba litt�ralement dessus. Elle riait de fa�on
d�sordonn�e. C'�tait un rire sexy et profond; le genre de rire qui fait fondre.
   - Tu peux marcher? lui demandai-je.
   - Pas vraiment, mon chou. Et elle rit de nouveau. Elle allait tomber et je
l'aggripai par le bras et la tirai vers moi. Je fus estomaqu� de constater
tactilement le volume de ses biceps. Une d�charge �lectrique me transper�a et un
d�sir sourd monta en moi. Dans ma t�te tout d�fila � une vitesse folle. C'�tait
ma chance:
   - T'habites o�?
   - Ce soir? j'habite j'chais pas o� au juste.
   - Allez, viens.
J'essayai de la d�placer mais je perdis momentan�ment l'�quilibre: "Putain,
combien elle p�se?". Alors que je tentais de la retenir, elle riait et riait.
Elle m'embrassa maladroitement et alors m�me qu'une puissante �rection
s'emparait de mon bas ventre, je sentis en moi un certain agacement: "Mais
tiens-toi debout, merde!". Elle rit d'avantage. Avec un sourire malicieux, elle
posa une main sur mon membre rigide et dit "F�ch�, f�ch�?". Je ne sais pas
exactement comment c'est pour vous, mais quand une femme pose la main sur mon
membre, le reste de moi ne fonctionne plus. Ses yeux �taient riv�s aux miens et
nul doute qu'elle pouvait y lire l'amalgame de luxure et de d�sirs qui s'y
trouvaient.  Bon. Gardons son sang froid et passons aux actes. Je lui passai une
�paule sous le bras et, avec une dose non-n�gligeable d'effort, je r�ussi �
quitter les abords de ce bar de merde sans que ni elle ni moi ne nous
r�tamassions (subjonctif imparfait�) la gueule par terre.
   Quand finalement nous arriv�mes chez-moi, elle �tait � peine consciente.
Elle ne faisait que rigoler faiblement. Je la dirigeai tant bien que mal vers
mon lit o� elle s'affala de tout son long. Elle riait toujours. Moi, debout �
c�t� du lit, je regardai ce corps incroyable. Bon sang qu'elle �tait belle et
mon �rection devenait de plus en plus p�nible.  Je la regardai d'un oeil
admiratif. Elle se tortillait doucement, oscillant des hanches tout en me
regardant avec un sourire sensuel et un regard brumeux. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"
me dit elle, "Viens.". Je m'assis � ses c�t�s et lentement, je caressai ses
joues, ses l�vres, son cou et ses larges �paules. Je pausai la main sur ses
amples biceps pour r�aliser pleinement leur volume et fermet�. Sous les
caresses, son d�sir semblait d�cupler et elle commen�a � faire courir ses doigts
le long des ses cuisses pour finalement caresser sa chatte. Elle arquait le dos
sous la dose que le plaisir produisait et r�v�la ce faisant, les plus beaux
abdominaux que je n'aie jamais vu sur une femme. De large goutte de sueurs
coulaient sur mes tempes. Je posai la main sur ce complexe de muscle tendu comme
une toile de tambour et tranquillement, je glissai mes doigts vers son entre-
jambes. Elles mit ses main sur la mienne et guida mes doigts vers ses zones
sensibles. Elle g�missait de plus en plus et j'avais l'impression qu'elle allait
jouir d'une seconde � l'autre. Je sentais le sang battre dans mon membre;
j'avais l'impression qu'il allait �clater lui aussi. D'une bras incroyablement
puissant, elle m'agripa par le coup et m'attira � ses l�vres et pendant qu'elle
enfouissait sa langue dans ma bouche, je sentis en elle la d�charge sexuelle
qu'elle et moi y avions g�n�r�e. De petits g�missement et grognement incontr�l�s
�manaient de sa gorge et elle tirait sur mon cou avec une telle force que notre
baiser en �tait presque douloureux. Petit � petit, � mesure qu'elle consommait
l'�nergie de son orgasme, je sentais sa poigne diminuer et sa bouche s'�loigner.
Sa t�te, son torse et tous ses membres retomb�rent sur le matelas soudainement
et je compris qu'elle n'�tait plus avec moi; que sa conscience s'�tait noy�e
dans une mer de satisfaction sexuelle couverte d'une �paisse brume �thylique.
   J'�tais boulevers�; cette courte rencontre charnelle me faisait r�ver,
fantasmer � ce que l'avenir pourrait nous promettre. Tranquillement, je me
relevai et doucement je lui enlevai ses v�tements. D'abord son pantalon moulant
qui r�v�la un micro slip de coton blanc qui �tait compl�tement mouill� de
s�cr�tions amoureuses odorif�rantes, puis son haut qui r�v�la un torse d'une
musculature impressionante et une poitrine d'une g�n�rosit� peu commune. Elle
�tait magnifique. En quelques secondes, j'enlevai moi aussi mes v�tements que je
jetai nonchalamment dans un coin de la chambre. Mon �rection �tait d'une force
prodigieuse; je d�sirais cette femme plus plus que jamais. Sa respiration �tait
r�guli�re et profonde et soulevait sa poitrine opulente avec une langueur
quasiment insoutenable. Ses yeux �taient clos et parfaitement immobiles comme si
le r�ve, comme la conscience, l'avait aussi quitt�. En moi br�lait un d�sir
n�vrotique qui montait comme une lame de fond. Je me devais de r�sister car
j'avais le pressentiment que la r�compense vaudrait mille fois cette trop br�ve
rencontre.
   Je fermai les yeux pendant quelque temps pour go�ter chaque seconde du
d�licieux plaisir que je sentais croitre en moi et fut rappel� � la r�alit� par
les bruits discrets d'un corps qui se retourne au creux d'un drap. J'ouvri les
yeux pour voir ce corps exquis se retourner, pour en savourer les courbes, le
galbe et la sym�trie quand mes yeux se fix�rent sur son dos. Sur cette
musculeuse surface d'un noir volcanique et d'un liss� soyeux se trouvait un
�trange et effrayant tatouage. Il s'agissait d'une monstrueuse et �norme
cr�ature � la stature et aux attributs sexuels d�mesur�s. Sa musculature �tait
d�mente; ses bras, ses jambes, sa poitrine �taient  couverts par des muscles
inhumains, de larges veines sillonnaient leur surface. Tout ces muscles �taient
tendu comme lors d'un effort ultime. Mais je r�alisai dans les secondes qui
suivirent que je me trompais. Par ces seins �normes aux mamelons en �rection
gros commes des pouces qu'elle pressait dans ses mains hercul�ennes, par la
position du torse et par l'expression d'intense jouissance m�l�e de douleur qui
d�formait son visage, je r�alisai que cette image �tait celle de la jouissance
sexuelle, celle de la perdition de l'�tre dans le plaisir charnel. Je sentais
monter en moi la s�ve masculine et je savais que j'allais �jaculer dans les
secondes qui allaient suivre quand je remarquai dans le creux de son dos, dans
l'imposante crevasse form�e par la rencontre des ses puissants muscles le long
de son �pine dorsale, que cette cr�ature d�monique �tait en fait hermaphrodite.
Qu'un �norme fallus, cambr� et gonfl� � se rompre s'�rigeait entre ses jambes
noueuses au dessus de l�vres labiales elles aussi gonfl�es de sang qui gardaient
l'entr�e de cette vulve terrifiante et affolante. Cette vision, ce monstre de
sexualit� me poussa au del� de toute resistance et j'�jaculai violemment sur
elle, sur ce dos imposant par sa largueur, par sa puissance, sur ce tatouage
terrifiant. J'�tais curieusement hors d'haleine et mon coeur voulait sortir de
ma poitrine. Je restai l� plusieurs minutes � admirer ce corps magnifique, �
suivre goulument des yeux chaque mouvement de cette magnifique cr�ature que je
d�sirait encore d'avantage bien que mon soif charnelle eut �t� temporairement
satisfait. Et � chaque mouvement, cons�quence naturelle du sommeil, la b�te
monstrueuse couch�e sur elle bougeait aussi comme anim�e d'une vie propre et
touillait en moi je ne sais quel fantasme enterr� ou oubli�. Qui �taient ces
femmes devant moi? Toute deux monstrueuses � leur fa�on mais qui m'attiraient
cependant plus que je n'aurais pu l'imaginer. Je m'assis de nouveau � cot�
d'elles et � � l'aide d'un mouchoir � je nettoyai son dos de la semence que j'y
avait crach�e. Je suivis les courbes puissantes de ses muscles et la courbe
gracieuse du creux de son dos. Je m'approchai du tatouage et je fus impressionn�
par sa pr�cision, par le soin du d�tail. Le grain de sa peau �tait si fin
qu'elle permettait au tatouage d'avoir une pr�cision presque photographique. On
pouvait distinguer clairement le ch�toiement des ongles, les striations
musculaires et les reflets de la chevelure. Je m'attardai longuement au rendu du
visage, � la pr�cision des traits, � quel point la jouissance semblait r�elle et
intense quand quelque chose me frappa. Quelque chose d'incontournable et de
terrifiant. Une peur inexplicable entrem�l�e d'une curiosit� sans borne s'empara
de moi. Ce visage tordu par la jouissance, d�form� par la douleur n'�tait autre
que celui de la femme d'�b�ne couch�e sur mon lit! Il ne faisait aucun doute que
ce visage �tait celui de cette femme frapp�e par l'orgasme, ses l�vres coll�es
aux miennes il y a � peine quelques minutes; visage d�form� que je n'avais pu
voir mais que je reconnaissait n�anmoins.
   Je quittai la chambre en laissant la porte entre-ouverte. Je passai au
salon o� je d�pliai le divan-lit machinalement la t�te remplie par l'image de ce
tatouage. En moins d'une minute j'�tais nu sous un drap de coton et le sommeil
m'appellait irr�sistiblement. Je succombai.

Seconde partie

   Je passai la nuit dans un sommeil �pais sans r�ves et ne me r�veillai que
tard dans la matin�e; elle �tait d�j� debout et fouillait dans le frigo. Je
m'accoudai et me frottai les yeux histoire de revenir � la vie. Elle �tait
accroupie et depuis le futon, je ne voyais que le sommet de sa t�te derri�re le
comptoir.
   � Bonjour, m'hasardai-je. Elle releva la t�te subitement et me repondit
   � Salut, t'aurais pas un coca? J'ai une de ces gueules de bois...
Elle se releva et entra dans le salon. Elle ne portait que son slip de coton et
ses seins oscillaient majestueusement � chaque pas. Bon dieu qu'elle �tait
belle! Elle fit le tour du lit et s'assit � c�t� de moi.
   � Qu'est-ce que tu fous ici? me dit elle.
   � C'est plut�t � moi de te le demander! c'est quand m�me mon salon, mon
futon et mon apparte apr�s tout!
   � �a, �a reste encore � prouver. Je voulais dire que normalement je me
retrouve le matin � c�t� d'un mec qui pue l'alcool et qui a vraisemblablement
abus� de moi la vieille. Ce matin, niet, lit vide, d�cor agr�able, ciel bleu et
toi au salon. Je sens le p�trole ou quoi?
   Je ne disais rien. Elle �tait trop belle et sa voix rauque et basse �tait
d'une sensualit� remarquable. J'�tais � sa merci et mon silence - effet combin�
de mon r�cent �veil et de mon h�bahissement - ne m'aidait nullement � me forger
une image positive. Je devais exhiber tous les sympt�mes du parfait demeur�.
   � Je soliloque, c'est �a? Ce disant elle prit une gorg�e de coca et ferma
les yeux en d�glutissant comme si �a lui faisait mal. "Putain, c'est pas dr�le
les lendemain de veille, j'ai la t�te qui va �clater."
   � J'ai de l'aspirine si tu veux...
   � Ah tiens, il retrouve la voix. Elle remarqua l'enorme �rection dont
j'�tais affubl� et qui n'�tait couverte que par une mince drap. Elle m'aggripa
le membre nonchalamment et ajouta "Ah les hommes, toujours band�s au mauvais
moment." Elle se leva et trotina lentement vers la cuisine en disant "Beau
sp�cimen, dommage que je ne sois pas une fille du matin. Les aspirines, c'est o�
au juste?". � ma grande stup�faction je remarquai que son dos ne comportait nul
tatouage. Il n'�tait que cette magnifique surface vallonn�e par cette
musculature que seuls les noirs poss�dent. Ce n'est que machinalement que je lui
r�pondis "Premier tiroir � droite dans la chambre de bain.".
   J'entendis le tiroir glisser et l'eau couler puis elle me cria si elle
pouvait prendre une douche. J'acquiessai. Pendant que la douche ronronnait, je
me demandai si j'avais r�v� la veille, si ce tatouage n'�tait que la conconction
d'un cerveau fantasmant et l�g�rement d�sax�. Le souvenir avait pourtant une
telle r�alit� et je me rapellai � ce moment la ressemblance des visages.
   Je me levai et me mis un short et un t-shirt. Je passai � la cuisine et
mis en route la cafeti�re ainsi que le grille-pain. Quand elle r�apparu, cheveux
mouill�s et rhabill�e, elle passa devant moi et se dirigea vers la porte de
sortie. "Petit-dej?" lui demandai-je; elle me repondit avec d�tachement qu'elle
avait beaucoup � faire ce jour-l� et qu'elle devait partir. J'�tais paniqu�, je
ne savais plus quoi dire pour la garder ici un peu plus longtemps, pour la
convaincre que j'�tais celui pour elle (et pour m'en convaincre moi-m�me...).
   � Partir le ventre vide, ce n'est pas tr�s poli...
   Elle s'arr�ta bri�vement et avec un sourire en coin, elle me r�pliqua
   � C'est pourtant toi qui me laisse le ventre vide. Allez, ciao.
"Merde, merde, trouve quelque chose" me dis-je et je regardai la porte se
refermer lentement derri�re elle et au moment ou elle claqua je m'�criai "Et ce
tatouage, je l'ai r�v�?". Pendant une seconde, je restai les yeux fix�s sur la
porte. Je retenai mon souffle et cherchai � entendre le moindre signe de son
retour. La porte se r�ouvrit, elle me fit face et me devisagea pendant de longue
secondes. Je ne savais pas comment interpr�ter son expression. �tait-ce de la
surprise? de l'amusement? Il me semblait que je pouvais lire dans ces yeux un
certain plaisir, presque gamin en fait. Elle finit par me dire avec un large
sourire
   � Toi, tu ne sais pas dans quoi tu t'embarques...
   Elle s'approcha de moi et proc�da � une examination de pied en cape. Elle
fit au total deux tours autour de moi son regard examinant chaque recoin de mon
anatomie. Je me sentais comme si je devais justifier mes apparences:
   � Qui l'eut cru? dit elle apr�s ces curieuses formalit�es accomplies.
   � Qu'est que tu veux dire?
Elle ne r�pondit pas sur le champ; au lieu, elle passa au salon et s'affala dans
un fauteuils et croisa ses longues jambes en faisant balancer une chaussure du
bout du pied. Elle r�p�ta "Qui l'eut cru?".
   � ... ?? ... dis-je en haussant les �paules.
   Elle parut amus�e car elle riait maintenant; de toutes ses belles dents.
Elle dit enfin:
   � Donc tu as vu un tatouage? sur mon ventre? sur un sein? sur ma cuisse?
   � Sur ton dos. L�, lui fis-je signe en posant ma main sur le bas de mon
dos.
   � Mais tu vois bien que je n'ai pas de tatouage. Regarde. Elle se retourna
et s'agenouilla rapidment sur le fauteil, les mains sur le dossier pointant vers
moi son gros cul rond et muscl�. "Mais viens voir!" me dit elle. J'approchai mi-
confus, mi-exit�. Elle souriait toujours et me faisait signe de la t�te de
m'approcher d'avantage. Quand je fus � sa hauteur, elle se dandina du derri�re
en r�fr�nant un rire d�plac�. "Putain, qu'elle est belle!" me disais-je alors.
Je voyais maintenant trop bien qu'en effet, nul tatouage ne parait sa belle
musculature dorsale. "Touche!". F�brilement, non sans trembler, je posai la main
sur ses reins. Sa peau �tait chaude et satin�e et d'une fermet� qui me rendait
honteux. Elle arqua l�g�rement le dos projetant son cul vers moi. Entre ses
cuisses je pouvais deviner sa vulve sous le moulant de son pantalon. Elle me
regardait d'un air malicieux. "Plus bas, plus bas..." et je m'ex�cutai. Ma main
suivi le contour de ses fesses rondes et dures pour descendre le long de ces
cuisses aux courbes sportives. Je sentais le mouvement de ses mucles quand elle
frissonait sous les caresses et je sentais monter en moi l'inexorable d�sir de
l'homme soumis � sa nature. Tranquillement, dans une atmosph�re qui me
paraissait maintenant �touffante, je remontai vers son entre-jambes et sentis du
bout des doigts les contours de sa vulve avant d'y pauser la paume enti�re. Je
pressai ma paume tr�s fort sur ses l�vres et j'en sentis toute la moiteur et la
chaleur.
   Mais qu'�tait donc ce jeux? Elle souriait toujours comme si tout cela
n'�tait que pour m'aguicher, pour me narguer. Son regard narquois soudainement
m'�nerva et je la poussai violemment sur le c�t� du fauteuil. Elle parut tr�s
surprise et avant qu'elle n'ait su dire quelque chose, j'�tais d�j� dans la
cuisine en train de m'affairer au caf�.
   � J'ai rien � foutre avec une poufiasse comme toi. Ouste.
Remise de sa surprise, elle �tait maintenant dans la cuisine avec ce sourire
enrageant coll� � la bouche.
   � Mais mon chou, tu ne semble pas comprendre. Tu es � moi comme je suis �
toi. L'occculte nous a choisi. Tu seras mon partenaire que tu le veuille ou non.
Peut-�tre ne le vois-tu pas encore aujourd'hui, mais crois moi, tu accomplira
ton destin.
   Mais de quoi parlait-elle? Elle �tait folle, c'�tait �vident. L'occculte?
N'importe quoi. Elle s'approcha encore plus de moi. Cette fois-ci, son sourire
disparu et son visage se fit mena�ant. En peu de temps, mon exasp�ration se muta
en curiosit� puis en inqui�tude. Tout en marchant le long des quelques m�tres
qui la s�parait de moi, sa voix semblait muer et devenir un ton plus grave, ses
yeux semblait briller d'une lumi�re irr�elle comme si habit�s par une source
lumineuse. Dans la lumi�re dor� de cette matin�, sa peau scintillait comme neige
au soleil, une neige noire et inqui�tante:
   � Et hier soir, au lit, qu'as-tu vu au juste sur ma peau. Un tatouage noir
sur une peau noire. Un dessin qui t'a fait fr�mir jusqu'� l'�me. Tu m'as vu moi,
sur ma propre peau. Comment �tais-je? Comme je suis ou comme tu me voudrais?
Cette image �crite au charbon n'�tait pas issue de ton inconscient; n'�tait pas
le fruit de tes d�sirs. C'est sans doute ce que tu te dis. Pauvre naif. Je suis
l'intersection de l'univers et de ton fantasme et celui qui voulut cette
rencontre a fait en sorte qu'elle se r�alise hier soir, dans un bar minable o�
je te cherchais depuis des ann�es sans savoir qui tu �tais ou si tu t'y
trouvais. Je te savais homme; sans plus. Blanc, jaune ou noir, beau ou moche
n'avait aucune importance. Ce que tu as vu hier soir est ce que je serai pour
toi bient�t et je sais que ce sera pour toi le plus grand moment de ta vie car
mon ma�tre sait bien recompenser la faveur que tu lui feras.
   En expirant le dernier mot, elle colla son corps sur le mien et m'embrassa
comme je ne l'avais jamais �t� auparavant. Son haleine avait un go�t de sexe
f�minin et je sentais sur ma poitrine l'opulence de ses seins. Une cuisse
puissance pressait mon sexe gonfl� � se rompre et ses mains puissantes
parcourait mes flancs, mes jambes, mon cou. J'�tais paralys�. Elle s'agenouilla
devant moi qui dus m'aggripper au comptoir pour ne pas perdre l'�quilibre. Elle
d�fit le noeud de ma serviette qui tomba sur le sol en exposant mon membre
cambr� et gonfl� � se rompre. Elle prit mes testicules fermement dans une main.
Son long baiser l'avait rendu hors d'haleine et elle se tint pantelante la
bouche � quelques centim�tre de mon gland. Elle avait maintenant un sourire
d�moniaque au l�vres. Je sentais son halaine sur mon membre et chaque bouff�e de
chaleur se r�pandait le long de mon sexe puis diffusait dans mon bas ventre.
J'allait devenir fou quand, me regardant directement entre les jambes elle dit:
   � Et toi petit homme palpitant de d�sir, tu me feras m�re, et elle
m'engouffra.

[El_Roy_1999]

I might be able to do something. It would take some while, though. Do you have a link to the original text?

The hyena
by Phylogenia

She was lying on her back. On this muscular, jet-black surface, soft like silk to the touch, was a strange and terrifying tattoo.

First part

As soon as I saw her leaning on the bar, I knew that our lives would be intertwined. She wore a long-sleeved, tight white top that contrasted with her black skin. It reached the bottom of her breasts and stopped abruptly to reveal her stomach. Her pants molded themselves against her ass and legs, her height even more impressive due to her high heels. She was at least six feet tall. Six feet of a woman so black her skin seemed bluish in the unreal multicolored lights of the bar.

[horst11]

Great, thanks in advance.
The original is on the Valkyrie site: xxx/stories/phylog/hyene_1.txt
Unfortunaltely it seems to be corrupted with all those signs as well.

[El_Roy_1999]

They are diacritical symbols that aren't coded correctly. It's not really a problem, but it could be easier.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I look forward to seeing it in full as well, as a fan of Philogynia's stories in general, I've never thought to translate the original story, or really didn't have the technology at the time it came out. So thanks in advance El_Roy, can't wait to see it! k+!

[El_Roy_1999]

Her face was beautiful in a certain way, very African and - if you would pardon the phrase - primal. Her large brown eyes shone and their whites only reinforced the glint of her pearly teeth which flashed with every smile. Her full lips were made up in violent crimson. My desire struck my heartbeat.
I took several long minutes watching her, enjoying her exotic looks. I was alone this evening, having returned from work and just needing a drink. As I left the subway, I immediately headed for the "Immoralist", a bar which had taken its name from André Gide for rather pedestrian reasons. I liked the name, although it made me wonder whether the night owls actually knew its meaning. After all, the bar was perched uneasily between kitsch and style.
A relationship with a stiff Englishwoman had left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I was almost convinced that the single lifestyle might actually be healthier for me now, even if it meant giving up on the spice of life. However, this ebony goddess woke the most primal instincts in me. The tightness in my underpants was proof enough of this. I have to add that this happens to me only rarely in public. It only serves to prove the attraction of this primordial divinity.

[hatour]

Allow me to add to the chorus, El_Roy_1999.   

[El_Roy_1999]

I couldn't understand why this woman was so appealing to me. Apart from her silky, voluptuous skin, her physique was rather peculiar. Maybe peculiar wasn't the right word. She was very strong; probably stronger than me. It was evident that she was into sports. Her almost infinite legs had a remarkable build. Her thighs were astonishing, as far as I could tell in the penumbra of the bar. With every shift of her weight and every little step, my heart beat feverishly. I wished to discover whether her legs were truly as massive as I dreamed they were.
Her shoulders were large and her arms' girth surpassed most men. When she lifted her glass to her lips, her biceps swelled to an impressive mass. I could easily imagine laying my lips on hers. Her round, large butt and her almost too tight waist gave me the impression of one of there American sprinters.

She seemed to call for me with her straightened hair, cut into a bob, her deep red lipstick and her ivory smile. I desperately tried to come up with some way to conquer her. I have to admit, I'm useless in these situations. I barely manage some plump ineptitudes. My obsession keeps getting in my way. As a result, I threw all caution in the wind and approached her, relying on an improvisational talent I hoped to discover.

[El_Roy_1999]

She was talking to a huge guy full of muscle. Looking closer, I understood they were both quite drunk. I decided to stick to the bar behind her. I ordered a "Sudden Death" and tried to follow their conversation. She was talking little while he went on about some trivial idiocies. After a few minutes, I realised that she was really annoyed and that the guy was just trying to hook up with my dream woman. Suddenly, she turned around, trying to find some pretext to lose the guy. Since I was right next to her, our eyes met immediately. She gave me an irresistible smile which I couldn't help answering.
She winked and leaned to me, saying:
"This guy is boring me out of my mind. Don't you have an idea to get rid of him?"
I was caught unawares. I looked at the bloated drunkard and decided not to fight him directly. He had the eyes of a fighter and the shoulders of a rugby player. Besides, he was a head taller than me. During the long seconds my weakened mind took to come up with a strategy worthy of the name, she continued smiling at me, her eyes shimmering with blissful ebriety. In her half open mouth rested a thick, rose tongue that drove me out of my mind with its sensuality.
I had to hold onto myself not to throw myself at this mouth, tongue on tongue, lips on lips and this marvelous body against mine. All this happened too quick and I was only pulled back into reality by the words of the ballbuster:
"Stop annoying my girl, wimp!"
I had to lift my head to understand how much stupidity and aggression filled the marble this guy employed as his head. Despite myself, I said:
"Who exactly's annoying whom?"

[El_Roy_1999]

Visibly insulted, the brute grabbed me by the collar. I felt my feet leave the ground. Strangely, I felt defiant.
"I think you are annoying the lady.", I told him with a big grin.
Crimson with rage, he threw me on the table, which broke down with an impressive crash. I was still on all fours when two bouncers threw themselves on him. They barely managed to hold him down. I prayed to Bacchus they would succeed.
While they were struggling, I gave the goddess sitting on her stool a look. She clung to the bar with a hand as if she was going to fall. A strange smile played on her lips. An intense pain in my back prevented me from understanding what she was thinking. Actually, I was angry that she was enjoying the show and I made a mental note to tell her what I thought of that as soon as I was back up and pain-free. I took a few additional seconds to recover my strength, struggled to my feet and went to her. To my surprise, one of the bouncers came at me and grabbed me by the arm.
"Okay, my friend, time to leave!"
A second later, I was out on the sidewalk, howling:
"My beer, asshole, I hadn't even finished my beer!"
The door was closed and behind it disappeared the bar's music. I stood there like a fool, staring at the door and understanding how stupid the whole situation was.