0 comments/ 3414 views/ 0 favorites Unleashed By: RogueTpr I am not sure how it started, I wasn't really looking, but I found myself entranced and captivated by a woman. My name is Mike, forty four years old, a separated father of two. Like most men in my position I was past the weekend night club scene in search of a partner. I am not saying I don't like a night out, but I have responsibilities and sometimes the hangover just isn't worth it. Not to mention waking up to someone whose name you can't remember. She was Helen, thirty nine years year old, mother to one and separated, as well. We had met through mutual friends at an Australia Day barbeque. We had exchanged the usual dating horror stories, both agreeing that there are some real "interesting" people out there. As the day worn on we discovered we keep coming back to each other. I have to admit there were several times that I caught myself checking her out when we weren't chatting. As the day drew to a close, I decide to take a chance and ask her out for a coffee. I was over the moon when she replied yes. We decided to meet up for a coffee the next day. That night I could barely sleep images of her smile and her shapely body kept my mind busy. Then there were the other less innocent thoughts. I woke the next morning feeling slightly worse for wear, not sure if it was the drinks I had the day before or the thoughts that had kept me awake. But, I was glad we had arranged a coffee date I was certainly going to need a coffee. Anyway, the appointed hour for our meeting arrived and I found Helen already at the café. I was pleasantly surprised when she stood up in greeting and gave me a kiss. "Morning Mike," she said smiling, "It's really go to see you again." "You too!" I replied taking my seat. We ordered some coffee and chatted away. The coffees arrived and I noticed Helen looking at me over her coffee. It was only a quick glance but I swear it was "that" look, you know the one that says "I want you now". Blinking my eyes to make sure, Helen put her coffee down and with a demure smile carried on the conversation as if nothing happened. We finished the coffee and as we parted company we realised we hadn't exchanged phone numbers yet. Doing that we gave each other another quick kiss, going we went our separate ways. Later that night I received a call from Helen. "Hi Helen, this is a pleasant surprise!" I answered. "Hi Mike, hope I'm not calling too late." she replied. "No, not at all." I said with a smile in my voice. I heard Helen take a deep breathe, "Mike, I have to tell you something." I could almost hear her mind working overtime looking for the right words. "Mike, I had a lovely time with you today." she said haltingly. "Same here", I replied waiting for the "thanks but no thanks" talk. My heart sinking as I heard another deep breathe. "Mike, I had such a good time with you that when I got home..." her voice trailing off. "Okay, not what I was expecting." I thought. "Mike, when I got home I played with myself thinking about you!" Helen said quietly. You could have pushed me over with a feather, it must have gotten very quiet, next thing I heard was her asking if I was still there. "Wow, okay!" I managed to stammer, her honesty and straight forwardness catching me off guard. I could hear Helen getting flustered on the other end of the call. "I am sorry, Mike. That was a bit much over share." "No not at all! I must admit I thought you gave me a look at the café." I quickly replied. "So you did notice?" relief in her voice. "Yes, I did!" the smile back in my voice. "I thought I had lost my touch when you didn't seem notice." "No, you haven't lost your touch at all!" I said, alluding to her afternoon activity. "I guess I haven't." she replied, understanding what I was thinking about. Deciding to take a chance and taking my turn to have a deep breathe. "Look I have a couple of days off this week. Would you like to come over for a coffee tomorrow?" I asked hurriedly. "Coffee?" she queried. "And cake!" I said cheekily. "Okay, it's date then if there is cake." she said laughing. Finalising the details we hung up and I turned in for night. Lying in the dark I found myself thinking about what Helen had told me. It wasn't long before I found myself furiously pumping my cock, thinking of Helen, this time the less innocent thoughts dominated. Morning finally dawned. I awoke early and frantically moved around the house cleaning, before a quick trip to a local bakery to pick up a selection of bite size cakes. As the time for her arrival approached I found myself rearranging the cushions on the couch for what seemed like the thousandth time. I couldn't believe I was so nervous. The doorbell rang, tried to walk casually to the door, but I am sure it sounded like a herd of elephants approaching. Swinging the door open, I ushered Helen inside and closed the door. Helen turned to me and placing her arms around my neck she gave a deep and passionate kiss. Stepping back a little she looked up at me, "I have wanted to do that since the barbeque!" she said looking directly into my eyes. Leaning down for another kiss. I murmured, "Same here." I found myself being pushed back against the front door, the kiss becoming more frantic and heated. Helen dropped to her knees and unbuckling my belt she released my cock. "Oh, this MORE than I expected!" she said as she took my cock into her mouth. "Glad you like it!" I managed to g roan out as start to run my hands through her hair. She took my cock fully into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, her hand playing with my balls. Looking down to watch her head move back and forth over my cock, I could see her other hand massaging a breast. The temptation to let her take me the whole way was almost too much, but my desire to taste her overrode my selfish want. Pulling her off my cock I slide down the door kneeling front of her. We kissed deeply again, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. Holding Helen I guided her onto her back, lifting her skirt and removing her panties, I revealed her shaved pussy. My head descended between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit, licking up and down, probing inside her. I slid two fingers inside her, my mouth fully over her increasingly sensitive clit. Her hips rose to allow my fingers deeper. Helen desperately removed her top and bra, her hands cupping and squeezing her naked breasts. Kneeling up, I removed my shirt, tossing it aside. "Oh, you have tattoos!" Helen sighed. "Yes." I replied some concern in my voice. "I love tattoos!" she said smiling. "Great!" I replied as I started to kiss my way up her body. Helen sighed in pleasure, her hands running over my body. Reaching her erect nipples I paused and sucked and twirled over them. Her hands now ran through my hair her sighs of pleasure getting louder still. The head of my cock twitched against the entrance of her pussy. Her hips rose, wanting me inside her she reached down and guided me in. Her pussy tight and wet, I let her feel every inch of me as I slid deep inside her. We kissed passionately as my cock slid full inside her. I pulled back slowly Helen wrapped her legs around me, pulling sharply back in. I understood what she wanted and didn't hold back. Our bodies slapped and ground together, we were completely lost to our desire and passion. Our kisses are fervent and wanton, our hands roaming over each other. Suddenly, Helen grasped my face holding it away from her. "Mike, I want to watch you cum!" she announced. Nodding my understanding and I pulled out of her tight, wet pussy and kneeling up I started to pump my cock with my hand. Helen ran a hand over her body and reaching between her legs two fingers quickly disappeared inside her. We watched each other pleasuring ourselves. I soon felt a familiar stirring inside me and from her breathing I could tell Helen wasn't far from reaching her own climax. "Helen!" I cried out as jets of hot cum splashed high onto her stomach and breasts. Helen convulsed beneath me her own orgasm pounded through her body. I thrust an arm against the wall to steady myself, my body shaking, cock still in my hand. The final drops of cum dripping onto Helen's pussy. Helen levered herself up and kneeling in front of me she moved my hand, sucking my cock into her mouth draining the last of my load. The sensation robbing me of any coherent thought, she kissed her way up my chest and reaching my lips we kissed, before we collapsed against the wall. Looking over at over at Helen I raised an eyebrow. "Coffee?" "And cake please!" she replied with a smile. Unleashed *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 Joey sat in the recliner, watching the Ole Miss-Alabama football game. Every now and then, he would take a sip of beer, or nibble on some of the Chex party mix she'd fixed for him. But he never paid any attention to her, except to order her to get him another beer. "Aw yeah, Crimson Tide, in the lead!" he cheered at halftime, then seemed to remember that she was in the room. "Come here," he ordered and Barbara warily approached his chair. He'd been drinking beer since eleven o'clock three hours and fifteen minutes of alcohol consumption. "I said 'come here,'" he hissed angrily and grabbed one of her breasts and pulled her closer. "Ah!" she gasped as he squeezed her breast savagely. "I like your pussy shaved like that," he said and roughly jammed a finger into her dripping slit. "Thank you," she blushed. "I shaved it for you." "I know that," he said and jammed three more fingers into her. "Uh!" she grunted and the painful intrusion; Joey's fingers were quite large. "I need to piss," he announced and pulled her by her long hair down the hall to the bathroom. She cleaned his cock with her mouth after he'd pissed and shaken the errant drops from his cock. She sucked the head and used her tongue to swipe the piss slit, then sucked the entire length of it into her mouth. She pressed her nose into his pubic hair and smelled his sweat, his manliness. "Enough," he snapped and lightly slapped her cheek. She followed him back to her living room and sat back down on the couch, waiting his next orders. "Hey, fucking bitch, I tell you to sit?" he asked. "No, no, you need something?" she stammered, jumping to her feet. "Yeah, you getting real good at sucking nut," he said and slid his pants down and spread his legs. She knelt in front of the chair and tongued his hairy, sweaty scrotum, then took his testicles into her mouth; one at a time, then took both of them in and avidly lapped at them with her tongue. His fat cock grew in length and she hoped he would let her suck his cock; let her eat his hot spunk. He used a handful of her hair to pull her onto her feet, and then bent the five foot ten inch tall woman at the hips. He entered her pussy from behind, burying himself to the hilt. "Ah!" she screamed in orgasm and he pounded her hard and fast, never letting go of her hair. "Fuck yeah!" he grunted and emptied himself into her unprotected pussy. ---- "By the way, "He said as he was preparing to leave. "Rebecca's fucking begging me to take her to the Winter Pageant, what you think?" Barbara felt a stab of jealousy; Rebecca was her eighteen-year-old daughter. She knew that her daughter had a big crush on the handsome nineteen-year-old Joey. She also knew, at forty-three, she couldn't compete with the younger version of herself. Joey smiled, waiting for Barbara's response. "That would be great," she finally said and forced a smile to her face. "Good, good," he crooned, patting her cheek. "By the way, I'm coming back tomorrow; Atlanta's playing Tampa Bay." She knew that she had better get some more beer and snacks for the boy; he'd drank the better part of a twelve pack today. "Okay, what time's kick-off?" she asked him. "One, I think," he belched, then roughly kissed her and left her condominium. Chapter 2 She hurried to answer the door; either he was early or she was running late. "Hey," he smiled and pushed his way into her condominium in his usual abrupt manner. "Joey!" she screamed as three more youths barged in right behind him "What?" he snapped. "These are friends of mine, all right?" "Oh, okay," she said, trying to catch her breath. "Nice place," one of the youths said. "Thanks," Both Barbara and Joey said. "Um, can I get y'all anything?" Barbara stammered. "Move, dick lick, that's my fucking chair," Joey ordered and after some grumbling, the other boy got out of the chair and Joey sat down. "Yeah, Joey says you stock up pretty good on the beer," one of the boys said and Barbara scurried off to the kitchen to fetch them beers. "Hey," another one of the boys said, unzipping his pants. "Joey says you ain't a bad piece of ass, even if you are fucking old." Barbara ran from the room in tears. "What, dude?" the boy said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "I thought you said she was cool with this shit." Joey barged into her room and pulled her out of her bed and slapped her face a couple of times. "Fucking embarrassing me in front of my friends?" he hissed in her face. "Better get your ass out there and give them a piece of ass. Now." "Fucking old?" she sobbed. "You called me 'fucking old?'" "Well, yeah, what the fuck you think you are?" he asked. He kissed her, almost gently, and then smiled at her. "But you're still a sexy fucking piece of ass, old or not," he said softly. She began to follow him out of the room. "You going to fuck them like that?" he asked. "You going to keep your shorts on?" "No, no, of course not," she stammered. "Then get them off, stupid bitch," he said and left her to strip. ---- Aw, yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" one of the boys hooted as a nude, shivering Barbara entered the living room. "Um, okay, who's first?" she asked Joey. "All of us," he laughed and began to pull off his own clothes. "All of..." Barbara asked. She was roughly yanked down onto a hard cock. She groaned as the large member shoved itself deep into her pussy, bumping quite painfully against her cervix. "No!" she cried out as she felt Joey's rough hands prying her buttocks apart. "No, Joey, I don't like it there!" "Shut the fuck up," he hissed angrily in her ear. "I don't fuck you up the shitter because YOU like it! I fuck you up the shitter because I like it!" She grunted in pain as he savagely gripped her large breasts and used them as leverage to pull himself into her protesting bowels. Before she could cry out, a cock jammed itself into her mouth. Then a second cock was pressed to her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accommodate the two cocks. Her orgasm was continuous and she finally blacked out. ---- See?" Joey laughed. She came too, now laying on her back on top of Joey as he pumped his cock in her pussy. Another boy lay on top of them, also pounding her pussy. "See?" Joey laughed again. "I told you, the bitch's cunt could can take two at a time." The other two boys had to prove that she could indeed take them both in her pussy as well, and then settled down to watch the game. Time and again, they'd force a cock into her mouth or pussy or ass, when she wasn't busy getting them beers or something to eat. ---- In the bath, she examined her breasts. They were purple in some places; purple bruises the size of Joey's fingers. Her sore buttocks, she'd determined, also bore the marks of his hands were he'd gripped them cruelly as he pushed his cock into her bowels. She wondered if he planned to rape Rebecca next Friday, the night of their Winter Pageant. Would he jam his cock in Rebecca's mouth, force it down her throat? Would he rip her dress from her and grip her breasts in his powerful hands? Would he slap Rebecca's face for crying? Would he batter his cock into her virgin pussy, tear her hymen, and plant his seed in Rebecca's womb? Would he force his cock up Rebecca's unsuspecting rectum, tearing the sensitive flesh? Barbara masturbated frantically, sloshing the water out of the tub onto the floor. ---- Joey stepped out of his mother's home, resplendent in his tuxedo. He held the corsage box in his left hand and his car keys in his right. Just as he opened the car door, Barbara Ross walked up, smile on her face. "Hey, what you doing here?" he asked in genuine surprise. She raised the nine-millimeter pistol and put three bullets into his head and three more into his chest. Barbara gave birth to Joey's daughter while awaiting trial for his murder. * The End. **Author's note. I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for yours. If this ain't your cup of tea, don't read it. It's as simple as that. Unleashed Ray stood up from the chair in the New Millennium African Braiding salon and checked his fresh cornrows in the lengthy wall mirror. He folded off three twenty dollar bills and told the attractive dark-skinned stylist from Ghana to keep the change. She had attempted on occasion to get the six-foot-four-inch, two hundred forty pound brother to get inside her panties. Ray had flirted back suspiciously as he had met her ill-tempered much shorter husband. He was not looking forward to a bullet in the head for fucking that man's wife. He strode out the door and disarmed the alarm on his midnight black 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme couple. The pristine vintage vehicle sat on 24-inch rims and had an update red leather interior. He rarely drove the flashy car, but made sure to take it out at least once a week for good measure. His day-to-day ride was the much less austere, but equally well-appointed metallic gold 2010 Chevy Tahoe. He pulled slowly out of the parking lot and onto the unusually busy boulevard. It was a Tuesday afternoon and the thirty-four year old hustler decided to swing by his only child's daycare and scoop up the little tyke. He planned to take his mini-me to Mickey D's and then chill at the park. He and the four year-old's mother had split up 18 months prior, but maintained a solid relationship for the sake of Akeem. He had given her the townhome they owned outright and paid substantial child support to ensure the toddler was well looked after. After a couple of hours of father-son time, Ray dropped the youngster at his grandmother's house and headed out of the city and back to the suburbs. As he drove along the Interstate, he thought back to path that lead him to meet Shana. That fateful night was nearly four years ago. He knew this to be the case because Akeem was still an infant and Theresa had been unable to have sex for a few months prior to the birth due to complications. He was out making some money when a kid that was barely eighteen years old approached him wanting to buy some pills. Ray quoted a price, but the swarthy-skinned Black boy sporting a freshly dyed head of red hair only had a ten-dollar bill. Ray took no pity and shook his head in the negative. "Please man! I need this high," begged the young man with a lisp. "Naw playa. I can't cut no deals. Got a new mouth to feed." "Damn boo. This my last. How about I give it to you and I suck that dick," the apparent fag whispered audibly. "I don't get down like that, nigga! Now get the fuck outta here," Ray scowled. "Sorry," mustered the waifish fellow as he walked away. He turned left down an alley and Ray hopped in his car. As he maneuvered down the street, he saw the potential customer once again. Ray took pity and pulled over. He rolled down the window and yelled out to slim switching man. "Look. Take these on me." Ray figured giving the kid a taste would get him hooked and make him a lifetime customer. The five-foot-four-inch, one hundred five pound boy smiled broadly. "The offer still stands," quipped the pleased patron. "I don't know about all that," Ray objected. "A mouth is a mouth, Big Daddy." When Ray heard the teen call him that, his dick tingled. He freaked himself out slightly and produced a worried look on his face. The fairy outside the vehicle recognized the look and pounced. "You like it when I call you Big Daddy, don't you," he purred. "Huh," was all Ray could utter. "I'm Byron," said the now named tenderfoot. "We can go back to my place if you like? It's safe." "Hop in," Ray whispered. Byron served as navigator and had Ray bring the car to a stop in front of a row house on Abernathy Road. The shorter one led him around the back and up the stoop. Before sliding his key in the door, he turned towards Ray and signaled, with his forefinger perpendicular to his lips, for the dealer to be quiet. They walked through a cramped kitchen and down to the basement. "Who you stay with," Ray asked as he rubbed his concealed Sig Sauer Mosquito .22 caliber handgun. "My grandparents, mom, and great uncle." "Damn, you sure we can do this here?" "Yeah boo, they all stay upstairs and I have the basement to myself." "You sure," Ray hesitated. "Positive," he spoke softly. My grandparents and great uncle go to bed at sundown and are all hard of hearing. My mom is slightly retarded and that's why we live here with them." The basement was tricked out with a 46-inch flat panel TV, beige leather sectional sofa, and a Bose stereo system. There were blue lights dimly illuminating the space on either side of the room. Byron excused himself and returned a few moments later wearing mint green lace boyshorts and white go-go boots. Ray swallowed hard as Byron placed his small hands on his own thighs. Byron knelt and skillfully removed Ray's limp dick from his shorts. Very soon thereafter, the member was in Byron's mouth. He worked up and down the shaft methodically causing it to grow in width and length. Finally, Ray's rock hard eight-and-a-half inches tickled the back of Byron's throat. The tiny hands massaged Ray's balls and stroked his cock. Byron lifted up his head and looked into Ray's dark eyes. "When is the last time you fucked someone?" "Couple months," sighed Ray. "We can change that tonight," Byron mused. "Not sure I'm ready for all that." "I understand," the panty-clad boy offered. "Just let me sit on it for a second and I'll stop if you want me to." Before Ray could stop him, the boy had already turned around and started massaging the head of Ray's dick with his tight asshole. The leftover saliva served as a natural lubricant and Ray's monster popped inside of the taut anal cavity. Ray moaned. Byron's ass sliding up and down on his tool caused Ray's eyes to roll to the back of his head. Within two minutes of entering the inner sanctum, his seed flooded the cramped space. Byron felt the steamy cum release inside of him and smiled. He cleaned up his newfound friend and showed him back to the door. Before leaving, they exchanged numbers after Ray made him promise to keep his mouth shut. From that moment, a beast had been unleashed. Ray craved boipussy and fucked it regularly. He did it with transsexuals, femboys, and even the occasional power bottom at every chance. A year into it, he decided to make a video of a sissy sucking his dick with his phone. He loaded to a user-generated-content porn website. The reviews and rating were all positive. Some months later, he came across a video on the same site of slim and highly attractive t-girl with a phat ass. She loved being called names like faggot, slut, bitch, and pussy boy. Ray posted a comment and was surprised to find a private message from the vixen in his inbox a week later. The pair began to converse via text messages and started talking on the phone regularly. Her name was Shanna and she flew up to meet him one weekend. They spent the entire time in a posh hotel room fucking and capturing it all on cam. Ray had loved her independence and her conversational skills. Now, he was learning that she was the total package. After dropping her back off the airport, Ray became very conflicted. He and Akeem's mother had not been doing well as of late -- namely because he could barely get turned on by vagina anymore. When Shanna landed, she had a text message from Ray asking her to come back soon. She let him know she was on the ground and moments later her phone began vibrating. Shanna answered, "Hello." "Damn girl. I miss your sissy ass," he confessed "I miss you too." "You gotta get back up here. Real talk." "Just tell me when." "I'll buy you a ticket for this coming weekend." Shanna returned five more times before Ray verbalized his love for her. They made plans to settle down together and now here they were. Ray pulled into the three bedroom ranch style home and parked his ride in the garage. Shanna was home as indicated by her Toyota Camry sitting in the driveway. She had elected not to teach during the summer term at community college where she was an English instructor. Ray opened the door that led into the mudroom and smelled ginger. Shanna loved scented candles and burned them often. Shanna walked around the corner wearing a white fishnet mini dress, silver spike heels, an Afro wig, and a full complement of make-up with false eyelashes. Her perky A-cup tits and round ass enhanced the form fitting piece of clothing. Ray immediately dropped his pants and Shanna bent down to suck on his throbbing member. The five-foot-nine-inch leggy chocolate tranny eagerly went to work on his shaft. Ray helped her from her knees and bent the thirty-one year old sissy over the table. He licked and fingered her fuck hole as he readied it for entry. He slid in his tool inch by inch with Shanna cooing and moaning the entire time. Once fully inside, he pulled out partially and then rammed it back into her. This prompted Shanna to scream out, "Fuck my tranny ass." "You want this dick, baby?!?" "Hell yeah! Fuck your faggot pussy, Daddy!" "Damn I love you, bitch." "You love your sissy punk ass tranny slut, Ray," she wanted him to confirm. "Shit yeah," he snorted as he pounded her booty. Ray began massaging Shanna's six inch clit until it shot a stream on the breakfast table. The contraction of her sphincter muscle teased Ray's member and launched him into as assault on Shanna's now open anus. "I'm about to cum in that faggot pussy, bitch," he announced. "Shoot it, Ray! Make me have your baby." "Take it boo. Here...it...comes," he gasped as he planted his seed deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. "I love you, Shanna!" "Your faggot loves you too." Unleashed Author's Note: Thanks to Krissta for her work in editing this whopping tale for me! This one was a little hard to categorize, so please bear in mind that although I put it in Nonhuman, it could easily have fit into Erotic Horror too. Also for forewarning, it has elements of First Time, Romance, Anal and Sci-Fi/Fantasy. It's also an entry in the Halloween contest, so please remember to vote! I hope you enjoy it. - - - - - My name is Larry Howard. About two months ago I was sitting in my bedroom at home, slowly coming around to the idea of taking out the magazines from under my bed and giving the old shotgun a few pumps, if you know what I mean. I know, I know. Magazines, Larry? In this day and age? Well, I was eighteen and I'd yet to finish school or move out and you would not believe the lengths to which my parents would go in order to keep me away from anything that remotely resembled breasts. My mother had become pregnant with me when she was sixteen and had decided she didn't want me to repeat her mistake. That's actually how she put it too. "Repeat her mistake." Oh yeah, my parents are real class acts. So my computer got regularly checked for anything resembling porn, and I got a reminder every day about how much internet history she wanted to see. Deleting it? Nope, couldn't sneak that past her. Plus, my dad built computers for a living and had all kinds of little programs for invading my privacy. I once tried to type "vaginal diagram" into Google for my biology homework and my computer screen turned black with the word Busted! flashing in block capitals at me. After that, we had a long talk about my life choices and I privately decided to move out as soon as humanly possible. In the mean-time, I snagged the low-tech option of my magazines. Nothing gross of course. You wouldn't believe the kinds of things they have on the top shelf these days. One had a picture of a woman hugging a giraffe in a way that I don't think I should elaborate on. I'd settled for some of the less-terrifying choices and stashed them under my bed. If there was ever a place that I could keep my parents away from it was under my bed. They saw it as a barren wasteland of hastily-shoved-together mess filled with memories of my lost childhood. I saw it as a barren wasteland of hastily-shoved-together mess I occasionally stuck my arm into before yanking out something random and declaring something along the lines of, "My Gameboy! Sweet!" In any event, despite my parents' archaic views on teenage sexual impulses and their annoyingly tech-savvy monitoring of my online activities, they had no clue about the magazines under my bed. In fairness, given the state of things under there, they would have had to clean out the entire thing to find out where I slid those images of fleshy treats. My old teddy bear, Mr. Splodge, marked out the spot. (I'd turned him to look away, of course. I'd grown up, but Mr. Splodge remained a constant, if slightly ruffled, youth and things such as my masturbatory aids weren't for his eyes.) I was thinking about those magazines and notably the image of two particularly sexy blondes making out in front of a large fireplace when the phone rang. Dammit. I rolled my chair across the floor to reach for the receiver. "Hey Larry, you alright?" My mother's voice settled in amongst a crackling of traffic. She was in her car. "Yep." I slowly rolled back over to my bed and lifted the covers with my foot to see the vast assortment of crap hidden beneath. "Is your dad home yet?" She asked. "Nope." I ducked down to look under the bed for the familiar sight of Mr. Splodge's head. "Ok, well I'll be home in about half an hour." She phrased it almost like a warning. I'll be home in half an hour, then you'll speak to me in full utterances young man! "Cool. I'll see you then." I blandly added. "Alright." Click. No traffic sounds. I hang up the phone and crawl down to reach for my prize. I'm knelt there for five whole seconds before the phone rings again. I sigh with frustration, pick myself up. and snag the receiver once again. "'Lo?" I venture. "Larry, is that you?" Dad this time. "Yup." "Oh." A slight pause. "Is your mother home?" "Nope. 'Nother half hour, she said." I'm back down on my hands and knees, reaching for the gold once again. "Alright. Are you ok?" My parents are terrified of sex, but they're also terrified of anything happening to me too. "No, I'm being attacked by a unicorn. Help! It's getting glitter on me!" I dryly replied. I heard my dad stifle a laugh. "Alright mate. I'll be in at about ten to." I glanced at the clock. Ten to five. That'd be three quarters of an hour. "No probs, see you then." "Bye." Click. I hung up and left the receiver on the floor beside me. A little to the left and...bingo! I tugged the magazines out from the heaving mess and grinned to myself as I threw them on the bed. Then the phone rang. I looked up at the ceiling. I'm not normally the religious type but right then I was definitely asking the big G if he really wanted my balls to explode or not. I picked up the phone. "Yes?" My voice was less than cordial. "Larry?" The voice at the other end of the line seemed unsure of itself. "Oh hey, Mrs. Taylor. What's up?" I asked, suddenly turning away from my stash. I didn't mind rooting for the stuff whilst on the phone but the idea of talking to my parents or the kind, little, portly Mrs. Barbara Taylor whilst checking out porno magazines felt just plain wrong. "Oh it's nothing you should worry about dear." Everyone was a "dear" to Mrs. Taylor. For a woman in her late forties she sounded like a generic recording of everyone's grandma. "It's just that we're home early, you see. Jenny's had a bit of an accident." I suddenly sat bolt upright in my chair. Jenny was my oldest friend. "What!?" What kind of an accident would make them cut their camping trip short? Hell, I'd only expected the woman to ask me if her living room light was still on. "Calm down, Larry. She's fine. Just got bitten in the leg by something out in the dark. It wasn't serious when we found her, just a little bleeding. We got it checked at the hospital and she's fine, but a bad limp can put a bit of a dampener on a camping trip, so we came home. She's a little down in the dumps right now if you must know." "Yeah, she'd been looking forward to it for a while." I hated to sound so relieved whilst saying that. "Well, I just thought you might want to come over tomorrow and cheer her up. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." There was a tone in her voice that I'd grown used to. To most people it might have sounded like get over here right now or else but to me I knew it meant and why exactly haven't you married my daughter yet? "I'll be over tomorrow morning. Bright and early." I assured her. "Oh, that's nice of you dear. I'm sure she'll be thrilled." "Tell her I'll bring chocolate." I added with a smile. "I will! See you tomorrow, Larry." Click. I put the phone down and let out a breath. Jennifer Taylor. Sweet Jesus. I was relieved she was alright and already looking forward to seeing her. Then again, I couldn't really blame whatever it was that had bitten her. Sometimes I get a similar urge. Mine's more along the lines of licking and nibbling, however. You know how boys and girls play together when they're young, they drift apart in their teens and hopefully re-merge by their twenties? Well me and Jenny figured fuck that. When we were younger she followed me everywhere she could. I remember a bigger boy pushed her down in the playground and I delivered a first-class kick to his nuts for making her cry. I got one of those long talks with my parents and a lifelong best friend for my efforts. The thing was that when we were young I was more interested in playing football, watching movies (preferably those involving lightsabers), and making interesting things out of Lego. I wasn't particularly interested in the romantic notions of a little girl who had apparently found her white scrotum-crunching knight. Then as we got older things started to change. Jenny gave up hope on me shortly before I realised that girls had more interesting things to offer than what they had to say about Star Wars. Oh, don't get me wrong, she had a lot of cool stuff to say about Star Wars. No one could rip apart the prequels quite like Jenny. I once laughed so hard about a quip she made about using Darth Maul as a coat-stand that cola came out of my nose. Oh yeah. Definitely not my sexiest moment. I didn't realise I was insanely in love with her until we were fifteen and she playfully kissed me square on the lips under the mistletoe at a school Christmas dance. Unfortunately for me I got so tongue tied that she'd hopped off to other, slightly less crazy eyed boys before I could even say thank you. In retrospect it's probably best that way. Nothing reeks of desperate quite like the person you've just kissed saying "thank you." Like me, she turned eighteen in September. Unlike me, as far as I could tell, her stomach didn't do a quick summersault every time we laid eyes on each other. I know, I should have told her years ago but she was my closest friend and she hadn't looked at me like that since she was twelve. So I'd kept silent and we'd stayed friends. Just friends. Yeah, getting shot in the head was starting to feel like a nice reprieve right about then. The thing was, on top of being the only girl I knew who had any idea who Boba Fett was, she was also insanely attractive. Some time in her teens she'd filled out a little in all the right places and tightened up in all the others. She nearly makes me drool sometimes. Honest-to-God drool. Much to my true and unending dismay, I wasn't the only one who noticed her blossoming into womanhood. First there was Jake, the football player, who was interesting in the same way that I'm an enormous fluffy chicken. By the way, I know I haven't told you how I look yet, but I'm not known for clucking or laying eggs. Then there came Timothy, never Tim, always Timothy. He was a crazy person. No, he really was. He got expelled in the middle of last year when he tried to set his own hair on fire. Then, finally there was Stuart. Stuart was twenty-five with a Harley and a serious addiction to drugs and heavy drinking. Jenny told me they'd broken up just before the summer. I'd slept easier since then. I hadn't seen her as much as I'd wanted to during the summer. Her parents had taken her with them on a cruise, and then they'd been back for a week before this camping trip had started. They hadn't been gone more than a few days. I swivelled around on my chair and looked at the naughty images splayed across the covers of my bed. There were the two blondies, lips locked together in a heated kiss, arms tightly embracing each other, and bodies interlaced in the passion of the moment. Or, you know, the passion of the cheap photo studio where this was no doubt taken. I left my thoughts of Jenny and flipped over the page to a much more intimate moment of the same women in almost the same pose except this time one of them was upside down. Their tongues still seemed just as eager to please, however. I lowered my pants to my thighs and slipped my cock out of my under shorts. I'd spent most of the summer exercising. I didn't want to be the slightly-pudgy guy hanging around with Jenny anymore. I just wanted to be with Jenny. My work had paid off. My arms had swelled with muscle; my belly was firm where it once was squishy. The one region I didn't have to work on was currently on the rise in front of me. Now I wasn't exactly baseball-bat worthy but as I wrapped my hand around a familiar eight inches, I didn't feel particularly lacking. My eyes turned back to the girls and my hand started to move over my length. I felt the familiar rise, that tightness between my legs. This wouldn't take long at all. I turned the page but closed my eyes. I imagined Jenny there, alone. Her long legs spread open as she waited for me to come to her. I stroked harder as Jenny purred in my mind, her soft blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her skin would be smooth and richly tanned from her cruise, her smile warm and welcoming as she pleasured herself in my thoughts. It didn't take much of that before I spilled myself across my new-and-improved abs. I sadly bid adieu to the Jenny in my head. She licked her wet fingers and waved naughtily before vanishing into my dreams. A quick non-drip trip to the toilet and I was cleaned up. Dad actually got home first. My mom stopped by the store for a few things she'd forgotten to pick up. I'd set the table for dinner to avoid having to do it later and once we'd eaten I ran upstairs to get some sleep. It was nine p.m. I wasn't tired at all. I slept anyway, my magazines hidden back next to my bashful teddy bear. - - - - - I awoke, showered, and dressed the next morning in the space of fifteen minutes. A personal best for someone who can't usually tell which way is up and which is down for at least half an hour after waking up. I snagged a cup of coffee and gulped it down for luck and some much needed caffeine. I rushed out of the house. It wasn't until I'd gotten to the end of the driveway that I realised it was eight o'clock in the morning and Jenny probably wouldn't be awake for at least another hour. Returning to bed was out of the question. With a large yawn, I walked into town to catch the bus into the city. I won't tell you where I live. I wouldn't want anyone to come looking for me. I landed in town to find it pleasantly empty for a Saturday morning. I'm not a big fan of crowds. None of the shops were open yet, with the exception of some of the restaurants serving breakfast. I took advantage of this and dined early and alone. After that, I killed some time window shopping and finally grabbed a giant bar of Jenny's favourite chocolate before hopping the bus back to my town. Soon after that, I was walking up the drive and knocking on her door. The crackle of the latch being undone was soon followed by the door opening to the sight of Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor was a tall man with strong arms and had spent most of his life doing heavy construction work. Upon seeing me his face brightened. "Now 'ere's a ray of sunshine, eh? Come to brighten up her day have you?" He asked before stepping aside to let me in. "Yeah and if that doesn't work I brought a bribe." I opened the bag and showed him the enormous chocolate bar. "Well if that doesn't work I have no idea what will." He chuckled. "She's upstairs. You want a cup of tea?" He asked after me as I moved to run up the stairs. "No thanks!" I called back. I had the sense that Jenny's parents didn't miss my interest in their daughter quite like she did. They were also the exact opposite of my family in that they wanted grandkids, and dammit, they wanted them now. I headed upstairs and found Jenny's room. A quick knock on the door and a long suffering feminine grunt later and I entered. Jenny hadn't yet managed to change into anything but a very flimsy slip of fabric that she wore to bed. I hadn't seen her like this. Ever. At first she was looking away from me, browsing through her emails on her computer. I saw the gentle slopes of her back and the sensual curve of her bare shoulders. Her beautifully-bronzed skin was better than I imagined, and it wondrously complimented the golden blonde radiance of her hair. I noticed the swell of her breast, bare beneath her arm, from the side, though her slip covered everything up front. The glimpse at that gorgeous curve made me nervously clear my throat. The noise made her swivel around and she saw me. Her big blue eyes widened to great sapphire pools for a moment as her plush pink lips parted with surprise. The shocked look hung there for only a moment as Jenny took a deep breath and grinned at me. Whirling about, she hopped over on bare legs and flung her arms around my neck. Ever been hit by a car? If you have then you still haven't been as stunned as I was right then. I felt her firm breasts push up against my chest with only the thin fabric of my shirt and her slip between us. Her face was buried in my shoulder as she held onto me tightly and breathed deeply. I had no idea where to put my hands. She might as well have been completely naked for all the good her eveningwear did. I tentatively settled my palms on her lower back and held her to me. A sweet scent of fresh fruit clung to her shapely form. I was in heaven. "I missed you." She mumbled against my neck. The moment I heard her voice, tiny and upset, I snapped out of my elated trance and instinctively gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Missed you too." More than she knew. "So I heard you got bitten. Are we going to have to lose the leg? Can I be the one to saw it off? I've always wanted a spare, just in case." I teased, thankful that she showed no signs of releasing me. "Ha ha." She said as I felt the tip of her nose run along the side of my neck. "The leg's going to stay." "That's a shame, those pink toenails would be just my colour." I noted. "Pink does bring out your inner flaming homosexual." She agreed. "I have an inner flaming homosexual? Damn." "Don't worry, he's cute. He's just you except he watches Star Wars for Han instead of Leia." She teased. I had other problems concerning my true sexuality right about then. The feel of her gorgeous body pressed against mine was drawing an unmistakable reaction from between my legs. "Well I'll keep away from pink then. Han is way out of my league." I tried to sound relaxed but my voice was shaking. "Good. More for me." She purred into my ear just before I felt the warmth of her tongue lick across my earlobe. The sudden jolt that touch elicited from me seemed to break the spell. "What has gotten into you?" I asked with an all too nervous laugh. She left her arms wrapped around my shoulders and moved her head to look me in the eyes. Looking Jenny in the eyes these days wasn't the easiest of things for me. It's never easy to meet someone's gaze when you're keeping a secret from them, and it's even worse when that secret is that you love them. You often find yourself looking at all the reasons to not keep it a secret. The way she was looking at me didn't help matters; her acute gaze sharpened with a glint of playfulness dancing within all that vivid blue. "I don't know." She honestly replied. "Maybe it's the medicine they gave me." "Well I don't want to take advantage." "Actually I think it's finally making me see things clearly. Your heart's racing." Her voice was low. I felt the touch of her breath on my lips. "Well you are in your underwear." I lamely retorted. My mind was hardly at its sharpest. "Do you like me in my underwear, Larry?" As if to outline her words, she pressed her body tightly to mine. I felt my own heartbeat reverberating from the soft yielding flesh of her ample breast. "I could get used to it." All day, every day, for the rest of my life. I felt her fingertips dig into my shoulder blades. "Come on," I added as the magic of the situation receded and reality pressed in upon me. "Your parents are in. You know what your dad would do to me if he found us like this?" "He'd probably say 'Finally!' and give us a round of applause." I saw the smile in her eyes and the raise of her cheeks. She was too close for me to see the lovely curve of her lips. I knew that her dad wasn't quite that liberal, but I knew she wasn't too far from the truth. I'd seen the steady looks of deepening disappointment from Jenny's parents at her choice of boyfriends in the past few years. I'd also noticed that a lot of the invites to have dinner at Jenny's house I'd been getting had been at her parents insistence. Jenny never minded since we were always happy to hang out, but it was getting somewhat obvious as to what their intentions were. Unleashed "Jenny... I..." ... Fuck it. I tilted my head to the side, closed my eyes and pressed my lips to hers. I've never felt quite so terrified in my life. When I felt her body relax and her soft lips move against mine as she let out a low moan of pleasure, I can't remember ever feeling so good. Our mouths opened and our tongues gently teased each other. I didn't even notice her shifting against me, or feel my hands slide down to hold the taut curves of her shapely ass. She lifted one of her legs to wrap around me. I didn't notice the movement until I felt her grind herself against my swollen cock. The flimsy material of the little slip had hiked up leaving my fingertips to gently squeeze the lower portion of her bare bum. I realised that she must have been rubbing her naked pussy against my jeans as we fell into the steady waves of bliss that came from our kiss. That was when I felt Jenny slip her arm from around my shoulder and start to tug my t-shirt upwards. "Whoa there." I suddenly released her and stumbled back up against her bedroom door. "What?" She grinned at me. She knew exactly what. "Jenny we are not doing it in your bedroom with your mum and dad in the house!" I whisper-shouted. "Party pooper." She accused whilst poking me in the chest and closing the distance between us again. Seeing the sudden pouty school girl act from her made me relax and I couldn't help but chuckle at her antics. "What in the hell has gotten into you?" I asked. "Well I'm trying to get you into me, but I'm not doing so good." She let the finger that had poked me trail downward over my chest. "Have you been working out, Larry?" "Kind of." I shrugged modestly. Then when I felt her finger continue its voyage south I grabbed her wrist and pushed it away. "Seriously!?" Jenny just smirked and then giggled at me. Then she turned her head to look at the bag I'd brought her and left upon the bed. Her attention shifted and I let go of her wrist as she reached for the bag and poked her nose inside. "You brought me chocolate?" She turned back to look at me, her smile less playful and much more genuine. "'Course I did." I tried to avoid grinning like an idiot. I failed. "You're one of the good ones aren't you?" She plucked her chocolate out of the bag and looked it over. "I try." I nodded. "Well what do you want to do today?" She asked as she put the chocolate bar away. "Whoa, you're not going to take a chunk out of it right now? Who are you and what have you done with my Jenny?" I teased. "Your Jenny?" She looked up at me, eyes flaring brightly at catching me using that particular choice of words. "Sorry, I mean... I just," I started to splutter. "Your Jenny." She affirmed gently as she walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm not in the mood for chocolate right now. I want something meaty, barely-cooked, and smothered in barbecue sauce." "Well we can't go anywhere can we? Your leg?" I reminded her of the limp she supposedly had. "Oh that? It's fine now. Look." Jenny turned and sat beside her bag of chocolate on her bed. I saw the light bounce of her lovely breasts as she sat and our kissing had certainly caused the peaks of those beautiful mounds to poke out against her slip. Then she lifted one of her legs from where they hung over the bed to prop her heel up beside her. This gave me a very clean unspoiled view of the silken pink folds of her glistening sex. I choked and turned around suddenly. "What?" She asked, slightly annoyed. "You're... um... not really decent for that position Jenny." I explained. "Larry, the first chance I get you alone you're going to see a lot more than this. Stop being a prude and look. I don't mind. Then when you're done you can look at my bite." She teased. I considered things for a moment and then turned around to look at her. She was still sat in that position with one long slender leg lifted up to rest her heel on the bed whilst the other hung loosely over the edge. She was offering a wicked little smile and twirling her fingers innocently amidst her silky blonde curls. Out of an effort to be decent I moved to sit down beside her, blocking my view of her sexy slit. Her eyes followed me as I moved her chocolate bag out of the way and she was stifling a laugh when I started visibly shaking at our renewed intimacy. "Larry, it's me. You don't have to be so terrified." She teased before leaning over to kiss the tip of my nose. "Sorry. I just... I've kind of wanted this for a long time." "Wanted what?" Her tone was all sweet innocence whilst her eyes had the look of a shark that had just sensed blood in the water. "You." I replied simply. "Really? Since when?" The surprise in her expression was obviously genuine. "About four years ago." I felt a wave of heat begin to burn my face. "Four years ago!?" "I know, I know. I should have told you. I'm sorry. You just had other priorities and I didn't want to get in the way. I..." The sudden slap that crossed my cheek stung like hell. Jenny had moved so fast I hadn't seen it coming and when I looked at her again her eyes were furious and her lip was quivering. I thought she might cry. Hell, I thought I might burst into tears and join her. "Other priorities!? Other priorities!? Larry you idiot, I'm your best friend! I'm," Her voice stuck in her throat. "Oh God, I just slapped you, didn't I? I'm sorry." The little sex kitten, or rather sex lioness that she had been seemed to melt away and I saw the uncertainty in her. She lowered her head into her hand and held her brow for a few moments, shaking and then looking up to me again. "I don't know what's going on." She finally admitted. "I feel different. Look." She peeled back the white bandage on her leg where the bite mark obviously was. It barely looked like a scratch that had long since healed over. "That's it? It doesn't look like much." I ventured, my interest and surprise stifling the emotional rollercoaster this visit had turned into. "I know! I can't even feel it anymore but the night before last it looked like I'd been mauled by a bear. I took a picture." She slipped off the bed and walked over to grab her mobile phone. A few button presses later and she held it out to me. "This is what it looked like at the hospital." I wasn't sure what she was getting at but I took the phone and looked at the image. It was a close up of the bite obviously taken in a hospital bed. I seemed like Jenny had peeled the dressings away to take the picture. The wound itself was difficult to believe. I could see the obvious teeth marks and the bottom jaw of whatever had bitten her seemed to have torn away a lot of flesh. "That's impossible." I noted with some confusion. "I know! I took that photo to see if anyone might be able to recognise the bite of what it was that bit me. It was big, like a dog. They said it might have been a stray that was feral. It..." Werewolf. The word rang in every corner of my mind as I looked at the image. I knew it was impossible. I knew that people didn't turn into wolves. I'd grown up from being a boy who was afraid of the dark and all the things I knew lurked there. I knew that Jenny had been bitten by a werewolf. "Have you shown anyone?" I asked gently, not quite knowing how to give my thoughts a voice. "Just you." She said. "Let's keep it that way. You don't have another doctor's appointment do you?" I sure as hell didn't want her to get examined like this. "No. I've just got to re-dress it until it heals and take the pain medication I got." "Alright then. Keep dressing it. Just like you've been doing." The slap she'd given me was still tingling on my face. The impression of it must have started to show because she reached out to touch my face. I felt her fingertips, cool on my heated cheek. "You're afraid of me." She accused in a very small voice. "No." I turned my head. It was my turn to get angry. "You're my friend, Jenny. You always have been. I'm never going to be afraid of you." I looked at her and took the initiative. My lips met hers again and the kiss that followed was short, sweet, and filled with apologies. Then we parted and I looked at her again. "That doesn't mean I can't be afraid for you." "You think I'm a werewolf?" She came out with it pretty fast. I wasn't the only one that seemed to have connected the dots. From the look on her face, this seemed like the first time Jenny had admitted it to herself. "I think that bites from big dogs don't heal overnight. I think that you being this horny is a sign. I'm really hoping you're playing a prank on me. Failing that, I think we should keep an open mind." I told her as she carefully replaced her bandage around her leg. Jenny glumly nodded. "We're probably just freaking out here. Let's do some research and see if there's a more obvious solution before we start thinking about the supernatural." I offered in a more assured tone. "Right now we're getting most of our presumptions from B-movies aren't we? That's probably not a good start." The thought brought that smile back to her face. My heart did a quick loop-the-loop. "Alright, where do we start?" She asked, settling her injured leg down to hang over the edge of the bed with the other one. "Well, why don't we go catch a movie and I'll buy you dinner. Then we can head over to the city library and see what we can find out about miraculously-healing bite marks and sudden onsets of slutiness." She jabbed me in the ribs. I kissed her on the cheek. "Look," I went on. "Whatever this is, it's already been a great thing for me. I finally got a kiss, didn't I?" The reminder made her eyes light up again suddenly, the worry melting from her face to be replaced with lecherous intent. "You could have a lot more." She offered, leaning in against me and nibbling on my neck. "Easy, tiger." I chuckled and barely won a contest with every instinct I had by placing my hands on her bare shoulders and gently pushing her back. "Tch, fine! Be that way." She mock-scolded me before standing up and walking over to her wardrobe. I was admiring the little sway of her beautiful bum when she quickly crossed her hands over herself and grasped the lower hem of her slip. Before I had any clue of what she was about to do she'd whipped that slinky garment up and off over her head. As a result, I found myself sat on Jenny's bed staring, slightly slack jawed, upon the focus of my desires for as long as I'd had desires. She definitely didn't disappoint. Her ass was beautifully toned and rounded with her smooth, sun-bronzed skin looking incredible. The delicate lines of her back were beautiful, slender and her long bare legs parted into my wildest dreams. I was speechless at her sudden nudity, even more so when she opened her wardrobe and bent down to rummage for clothing. She didn't slouch but rather curved her back to thrust her bare ass out towards me as I got an incredible view of her hairless, velvety pussy. Her arousal was certainly no act for those delectable pink lips glistened brightly before my eyes as did the skin on the highest part of her inner thighs. My cock jumped back to full attention immediately, putting a harsh strain in my pants. Jenny wiggled that gorgeous ass at me as she foraged for her clothing. I couldn't stand it any longer, parents be damned. My hands reached out for her as I slipped from the bed and fell to one knee before her. She felt my fingers slide over her peachy bottom and I felt her body suddenly grow taut and tense beneath my touch. I had no experience at the particular act I was about to perform but as my lips first kissed her blossoming pussy I knew instinct would suffice. I felt Jenny's body lurch forwards as my mouth opened and I quickly started lapping at her juicy flesh. She tasted incredible. Fresh, sharp, and delicious. I licked her for a few moments without regard to technique, merely enjoying her flavour and from the way her pussy began to quiver upon my lips I didn't think Jenny would argue. Then I began to explore the texture and shape of her, sliding my tongue inside that hot sheath as my hands shamelessly groped her firm rear cheeks. From the mumbled moans that my ears barely registered I knew that Jenny had buried her face in amidst the clothes that hung in her wardrobe to stifle her cries. Sealing my mouth over her fiery pussy, I gently sucked as my tongue probed her sticky sweet depths. The action provoked a muffled scream from the girl I so adored as she began to move her hips in time with the beat of her climax. She smeared my mouth with her juices as I felt a fresh wave of that appetising nectar splash on my tongue. In a moment of clarity I was surprised that I was still capable of, I slid my thirsty tongue from her saturated pussy and swirled it around the sensitive little nub of her swollen clit. The action wracked her body with another sudden and apparently mind-shattering orgasm. I'm not trying to brag. The reason I say mind-shattering is that Jenny momentarily seemed to forget herself and I heard the wood of her wardrobe begin to splinter where her hands held on tightly. My licking eased up, becoming less ravenous and gentler as she rode the waves of her orgasm and finally I gave those luscious folds of delicious flesh a parting kiss. Jenny spun around and fell into my arms the moment I stood up. Her mouth sought out mine and she had no qualms about tasting herself on my tongue. Clearly she was appreciative of my efforts and I was rewarded with her gorgeous supple form pressed up against me, this time without even her flimsy slip. I wanted to have her then and there. I wanted to give her everything I could. Still, she was at home and her parents, though understanding, probably wouldn't have taken kindly to the sound of me banging their daughter up against her poster-covered walls. "Not now, Jenny." I told her in a tone far more assured than I actually felt. "Ok, ok. After that I think you've earned a reprieve." She grinned, that white smile between flushed cheeks was beautiful. "Get dressed." I couldn't resist a lighter kiss on those plush feminine lips. "Anything you say," she teased in a husky whisper. This time she actually did get dressed, and I got treated to the sight of her shapely form surrounded by a beautiful summer dress. The heat of the season had stayed longer than usual and the chill of autumn was having trouble grasping a foothold. Jenny's dress finished in the middle of her thighs, showing off most of her long, nude legs. She wore no underwear, and I saw the beautiful contours of her soft round breasts as those appealing curves plunged together into her cleavage. "Aren't you wearing any... um..." Underwear. It was amazing that after what I'd just done I got nervous about saying that. "I don't want them in the way if you get a sudden urge to do that again." She smirked and settled the thin straps into place over her shoulders. My ears felt like they might burst into flames. Jenny slipped on some strappy sandals and twirled about in front of me. She was perfect. "Ready?" I asked. "One sec." She said before moving over to her dresser and quickly fixing some lightly-applied make up. Once she was finished she turned back to me, batted her long lashes, and walked over to take my hand. "And now, I'm yours." "Well I'm definitely happy to have you." I squeezed the offered hand. "Are your parents going to be ok with you going out with your injury?" "I got it taken care of." She wisely said before she led me out of her room and down the stairs. "Get ready to run." I was about to say something when Jenny flung the door open into the kitchen and blitzed through with me in tow. "MomdadgoingoutwithLarrygottagobye!" She blurted as we hurtled out of the door and into her front garden. Her dad didn't even get a chance to protest, instead he watched on with a slightly baffled expression at our sudden entrance and abrupt exit. "Nicely done." I complimented her on her insanity. "Thank you, kind sir." She continued to hold my hand as she curtseyed. We walked to the bus stop talking about our different summers, avoiding the subject of Jenny's camping trip. She told me that during her cruise in the afternoons she'd tanned herself naked on the private balcony of their room on the ship. Her parents had gone for drinks and left her to herself. I failed at stifling laughter when she'd told me she managed to sunburn her butt on the first day. We settled into a seat on the bus together and Jenny snuggled up against me. Life was good as she lost interest in talking and started doing obscenely pleasurable things to the nape of my neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth. We arrived in town and she insisted on paying for the movie if I was buying dinner. I can't remember what we saw. We spent the entire film with our lips locked together. The early hour meant that the theatre was empty except for a few viewers in the distance who didn't notice us furiously making out on the back row. Jenny's hand slipped under my shirt and I heard her moan of approval at the feel of my body. Her light touch became more intense as she slid her hand over my chest and lightly pinched my nipple. I returned the favour, her plump breasts heaved beneath her dress and I quickly slid my hand down into that valley to cup one of those soft mounds. Jenny ravenously devoured my kiss and squealed against my lips when she felt my hand release her breast and slide up under her little dress. The dark cinema was a perfect hideaway for our scandalous actions. I felt the lean smoothness of her thigh and trailed my fingers upward to feel the slick, silky folds of her pussy. She whimpered against me and I slowly explored where my tongue had been hours before with my fingertips. I quickly brought her to her peak and felt the wet splashes of her orgasm on my hand. She came with an intensity that I could hardly believe was possible. I wasn't done with her either. I continued to tease and stroke that juicy treasure for the rest of the movie. By the time the credits rolled Jenny could hardly walk straight. She laughed as she stood up and I quickly pulled her dress down over her bare bottom where it had ridden up during the proceedings. She slipped her arm into mine and we stifled laughter at our behaviour as we descended the stairs. On our way out Jenny stopped by the bathroom and I waited outside, reading whatever was there. One of the signs mentioned that every audience member in the theatre was being filmed in an effort to prevent movie piracy. I blinked in terror. "Whatcha readin'?" Jenny's voice behind me. "Oh, um, nothing. Just keeping occupied." I said as I quickly ushered her away from the notice and we quickly got the hell out of there. The restaurant was in walking distance of the theatre. We walked, talked, and may have ducked into an alcove for a quick snog once or twice. She was insatiable and I... well, I was an eighteen-year-old male. When we arrived at the restaurant, we quickly took our seats in a private booth. It was dinner time so the place was bustling with activity. "I think I'm going to get the chilli with onions." I pondered as I looked over the menu. "Because you hate me?" Jenny added. "No! Why would... oh right. Onion breath. Sorry. Not really used to this." I yielded, embarrassed. "Don't be a dope, I was just messing with you. Besides if it's really that bad I'm sure I can find other bits of you to kiss." She lowered her menu to wink at me before lifting it up again. "I think I'll have the steak. Since you're paying and all." "Hey it's fine with me. I saw my first naked girl today thanks to you. Go nuts." I closed the menu and set it down on the table. Unleashed "In that case I'm also having curly fries." She folded her own menu and grinned at me. "Curly fries come with the steak." I pointed out. "Don't spoil my buzz." She lifted her fingers to tease her golden blonde curls before stretching out a few of the long strands and regarding them critically for a long moment. "My bad." I conceded as I watched her, not quite knowing what to do next. "Can I get you guys anything?" The waiter popped up from behind me, notepad in hand. "I'll have the Hawaiian pizza please." I passed the menu over to him as I spoke. "I'll have the mixed grill. No eggs." Jenny said after a slight pause. The waiter paused and looked up from his notepad to the slender blonde girl. He seemed to be having a slightly awkward moment. I have to admit that I was pretty shocked myself. "You know that's a meal meant for two?" The waiter ventured gently. "Yup! And I'd like the steak as rare as you can cook it without sending the chef to prison." Jenny cheerfully handed the man her menu. The waiter looked at me to see if he was being filmed for a prank TV show or something. I shrugged somewhat unhelpfully. "Of course. I'm sorry it's just..." The man trailed off as he realised his tip might have been in jeopardy and quickly got back to business. "Drinks?" "Double Jack Daniels on the rocks and a pint of whatever lager's on tap." I said. The waiter nodded and rushed off to fulfil our orders. "A double whiskey in a place like this? You have deep pockets don'cha?" Jenny crossed her arms and leaned forwards, I got a great view of her braless tits pressed up against the table, barely contained by her dress. "Says the girl who just ordered almost twenty quids worth of meat." I laughed. "Sorry about that. I just walked past someone on the way in who'd ordered one and I couldn't stop myself. I'll totally pay for it." She apologised. "It's fine Jen. Although, that wasn't one guy who we walked past that ordered it. It was two truckers. But this is kind of our first date right? So it's on me. After this I figured you could just pay for everything we do anyway." I smirked. "Oh well if that's the deal I'm getting ice cream too." "I'm not rolling you out of here, you know." "That's good, Larry, invite a girl to dinner and comment on her weight. I hear that always ends well for guys." She rolled her eyes at me. "I think I've been doing pretty well so far." I hoped. "Well that's true." Her expression turned from long-suffering to enticingly naughty in the blink of an eye. "So. Since when do you eat meat medium rare?" I asked the question far too innocently. "Since today." She said somewhat defensively. "Hey, it's your steak." I smiled. "It's just..." "That I'm getting a taste for blood?" She cut straight to the point. "The thought had occurred. Especially with everything else." I said. "You want me to get a salad instead?" She asked, an obvious edge in her voice. "No, of course not. Don't be silly." I reached across the table and placed my hand on her forearm reassuringly. "You know if you hadn't made me watch all those horror movies I'd be fine right now." She accused as she moved her arm to squeeze my hand with hers. "Jenny, I made you watch those horror movies so you'd snuggle up with me when you got scared." I admitted. The confession brought a pleased if somewhat surprised smile to her face. "So what do we do if..." Her words trailed off, their meaning obvious. "Right now? I have no idea. Worst comes to worst, we chain you up on the full moon." "Can we chain me up a couple of times before then too?" Her eyes lit up with mischief. "I might need some practice." "Hey guys!" The waiter reappeared carrying a tray with our drinks set upon it. "Here you go." The man put the glass of whiskey and the pint of cool crisp lager in front of the opposite person. "Thanks!" Jenny said shortly before swapping our drinks over when the man had turned his back. I took up my glass of whiskey, hearing the pleasant clink of the ice as I swirled the dark liquid about. Then I raised the vessel to my lips and drank up that sharp burning taste. Jenny lifted up her pint and took a drink too, leaving a little fizzy foam moustache on her upper lip that she quickly licked away. After that we talked about other things. Jenny told me more about her holiday and I told her about nearly giving myself a heart attack with my exercise regimen. We didn't stray into the topic of werewolves again. It wasn't like we didn't have time to worry about that later. For my part, I was thinking about possible rational solutions. I figured that the idea of vampirism came from people suffering from diseases that made people cough up blood and of misconceptions about the nature of decomposition. Oh yeah, this was great stuff to consider at the dinner table whilst trying to make a pretty girl keep laughing. The point of these morbid thoughts was that legends usually started from facts, and maybe there was some weird quirk of biology that let people regenerate cells much faster and gave them a heavier appetite. I'm not saying that I'd ever heard of anything like that but when the alternative is that your girlfriend's a werewolf you'll look for sanity anywhere you can take it. Our food turned up pretty quickly considering Jenny must have asked them to grill half of the meat in their fridge. My pizza looked great. If you'd have put the mountain of sausage, bacon, pork, and the ten-ounce steak that the waiter put in front of Jenny in front of me, then I think I'd just have been demoralised. "Will that be all?" The waiter asked in a tone that simply said I told you so to Jenny. "'Nother one of these please." Jenny clinked her pint with the bottom of her knife whilst skewering a slice of bacon with her fork and munching on it happily. The man looked uncertain and turned to me again for guidance. "You heard the lady." I said as I started to cut up my pizza. With a short nod, he left to go find her another beer. What followed was a slightly disturbing master class in eating vast amounts of food very quickly. Jenny wolfed down the bacon and sausage first, followed by the pork chops and then she finished by devouring her still-bloody steak without a care. I noticed some of the staff were watching us in awe of her performance. Even I was beginning to wonder where in the hell she was putting all that food. I finished my pizza at the same time Jenny was polishing off the last of her steak. Once she was finished, she looked up at me and licked her lips devilishly. "Well that was yummy. Thanks." She picked up her napkin and dabbed her lips daintily. "I'm taking you on the road with that act." I said with an oddly proud grin. "Have you eaten all summer?" "Sure I have. I just have an appetite. Sue me. I want dessert too." "I'll ask for the ice cream menu." I was about to turn and lift my hand to catch the waiter's attention when Jenny lunged across the table, grabbed my arm and shoved it back down to my side. "Actually that wasn't what I had in mind." She confided as she sat back down. "Oh? Then what?" I stopped as Jenny slouched down in her seat before smoothly and gracefully slipping beneath the table. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I realised what she had in mind. I quickly looked around, no one had noticed her. The waiters had gone back to their work and the table cover hung low over the sides, hiding my insane friend beneath. I felt her hands on my knees shortly before she pried them open. Fuck, she was strong. Plus, I didn't want to accidentally knee her in the face and I could hardly see what she was up to down there. "Everything alright here?" The waiter popped up beside our booth again. Oh sweet fucking Jesus. "Yeah, we're fine." I tried to sound casual. "That was impressive." The man nodded to Jenny's empty plate as he picked it up along with mine. "I'm sorry for doubting her." He smiled cheerfully. "Where is she?" "Needed the ladies room." I said as I felt Jenny's hands run down along the insides of my thighs. "Ah, would you like the dessert menu?" He asked. "No thanks, I'll wait until she gets back. We might just want the bill." I felt those hands smoothly stroke over the ever increasing bulge in my jeans. She was feeling the shape of my length as it grew out along my inner thigh. When her fingertips started lightly tickling the tip of my cock I almost groaned at the sudden sharp jolt that went through my body. "Jenny, what the hell are you doing?" I said through gritted teeth as the waiter walked away out of ear shot. I only heard an impish giggle from under the table in response. The sensation of her hand stroking along the sizable bulge in my pants was soon followed by another feeling of her lips gently kissing along the swollen member. The knowledge of what was happening to me alone was sending me crazy, it was a miracle I didn't mess up my jeans right there. "Larry! How are you?" The sudden call of my name was the most terrifying sound I'd ever heard. I looked up to see my next door neighbour, Miss Green, walking over to me with a man in tow. I suppose if I hadn't been so taken with Jenny then Miss Green might have been someone I'd refer to as a MILF. She was in her late thirties, a single working mother with two kids. She must have been on a dinner date because she had a dark haired man in her wake. I was Laura Green's unofficial computer technician. Any time her laptop crashed, her software acted strangely, or one of her kids pressed a combination of buttons that flipped the monitor screen upside down? Well, I was her first call. She was wearing a form-fitting black suit with a blue shirt beneath. Her long black hair was tied up behind her head and she was smiling her usual friendly smile at me whilst my best friend continued to kiss my cock under the table. It was one of the more surreal situations of my life up until that point. "I'm good Miss Green, h-how are you?" I asked. Why the hell did I ask how she was!? "I'm good, thanks, and for the billionth time, it's Laura," she gently chided before turning to the man that had followed along behind her. "This is Jason. Jason, this is Larry. He's my personal computer saint." Jason reached out to shake my hand. I lifted my own hand and shook, trying to smile amiably. That was when I felt Jenny quietly begin to unfasten my jeans and slowly pull down my zipper. I nearly crushed Jason's hand at the sudden escalation of my girlfriend's antics. "Wow, quite a strong handshake you've got there Larry." The man said as he put his hand back in his pocket. My other hand was almost snapping the table in half at this point. "Thanks." I said whilst Jenny's fingers peeled down my undershorts and I felt my bare cock spring up into the air beneath the table. "So how are you doing?" Laura asked, noticing the two drinks on the table for the first time. "Oh. Pretty good, I suppose." I felt Jen's teeth lightly nip the tip of my cock. "Great! I mean great." The sudden outburst made the older woman look at me with a hint of confusion in her eyes. She knew I wasn't normally this strange. I took a deep breath and forced my lips into a casual smile whilst I gritted my teeth behind them at the feeling of Jenny kissing her little nip better. Her lips against my swollen throbbing flesh felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before. "Oh, well it's nice to see you. Are you here with someone?" She asked. The woman was beautiful, smart, capable and a wonderful mother. She could also chatter away for hours. "Jenny. She's in the loo." Jenny chose that moment to prove she was definitely not in the loo by opening her mouth around my cock and engulfing me against her hot, wet tongue. "Oh! Are you two finally...?" Laura was also quite nosey and not in the least bit ashamed of it. "Yep! Yep we are." I assured her as the girl in question lovingly licked her way along the underside of my length whilst taking more of me into her mouth. She was obviously pleased by the enthusiasm in my tone as I told of our new relationship. Honestly, who couldn't sound enthusiastic given what she was up to? "Well that's wonderful news! You two should stop by some time. You can show her off to me." Laura winked at me conspiratorially. "S-sure." I heard the stammer in my voice. Jenny had started slowly bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked me inside her mouth again and again. "Are you alright, Larry?" She seemed a little bit concerned. "Laura come on, he's probably nervous you're going to interview his date or something." Jason joked. Thank God for Jason. "Oh! Yes, of course. I'll see you later, Larry! You have fun!" Now there was an imperative I could hardly avoid. I didn't speak, not trusting my voice as the vixen between my legs expertly sucked on me. Laura and Jason both turned to go and be seated at their own table; one which was thankfully on the other side of the restaurant. Without the sheer terror of the moment, my body relaxed and it wasn't long after that before Jenny drove me over the edge. I slammed my open palm down on the table in an effort to warn her of my impending eruption. If she understood the warning, she didn't act upon it other than to slip my cock snugly against her tongue and wiggle her tongue under the sensitive head. That did it. I felt the pulse of cum bubbling up my shaft and spurting again and again into Jenny's waiting mouth. It was a miracle no one saw me there with my eyes tightly shut, grasping onto the table for dear life as I filled Jenny's mouth with her chosen dessert. Once my climax passed I felt her slip my cock back inside my shorts and fasten up my jeans again. Shortly after that her head popped back up from beneath the table to check the coast was clear and she quickly took her seat. I looked at her in a kind of blissful trance. Shortly after that the waiter popped up again. "Hey! I didn't see you get back. Did you guys want the dessert menu or...?" He left the question hanging. I looked to Jenny who shook her head and patted her belly whilst making a little "mmmm-mmmm" noise. "Just the bill, please." I barely managed not to sound out of breath. "Gotcha, I'll be right back." The guy said. Once he had left, Jenny looked at me with that sultry smile of hers and opened her mouth. My cum still sloshed around quite clearly and she let out a soft little moan whilst licking her cum-soaked tongue over her upper lip, obviously savouring my taste. Then her lips sealed tight and I heard an audible gulp before she opened her mouth again and my cream had gone. "You. Are. Insane." My words were slightly off-set by the giant grin on my face. "Yeah? Well you are tasty, so I'd get used to it if I were you." She winked saucily at me. "Get used to that? Never." I leaned across the table and she matched my movement until our lips met. I could taste a hint of myself there, but mostly there was the silky feel of her lips and the appetising clash of her tongue against mine. When the waiter returned we paid and left, heading toward the library with her arm interlinked in mine once again. We might have stopped occasionally for more quick kisses in any secluded spot we could see. The city library was huge, but I already did a lot of homework there. I liked the quiet and the vast stacks of books. It was mostly empty during a weekday, with the exception of a few students from the local university. It wasn't Jenny's first time here either, and we both quickly zipped through the library's section of books on myths and legends. We both parted for a little while to find the books we'd chosen and settled down on one of the reading tables to start our research. "I got this too," I said as I produced a medical encyclopaedia. She looked up at me and nodded. "So what are you thinking? Some rare strain of... something?" "I guess," I said rather lamely. "I should go to the doctor, huh?" "Probably, but let's see how we do here first. You don't feel dizzy or ill or anything, right?" If she did I was slinging her over my shoulder and running to the city hospital right there and then. "No. Hell, I don't even have a stomach ache after eating all that." She smiled self consciously at me. "I feel pretty great. But that's mostly your doing." I flicked her a supportive salute and we got down to work. Both Jenny and I had been doing our homework together since we'd first heard of homework. By that point we were a closely-knit researching machine. Not that it did us a great deal of good. It didn't exactly help Jenny's mindset much either. The books spoke of a werewolf having a low brow with knitted together eyebrows, long hooked fingernails, and a habit of digging up buried corpses to eat. Not to mention turning into a rabid monster every full moon. Finally, Jenny angrily slammed one of her books shut. I could tell she was scared. Hell, who wouldn't be? She'd been bitten by a wolf and was now developing a taste for raw meat. I mentally kicked myself for bringing her here. I'd hoped to find an explanation but instead all I'd done was fill her head with thoughts of monsters. "Well, you have any silver bullets on you?" She tried to joke in a strained little voice. "Jenny, don't worry." "Don't worry!?" She shouted before remembering she was in a library. A few people looked over to our table and Jenny lowered her voice to a panicked hiss as she held up the book. "Larry, if this is true then in less than a month I'm going to turn into a giant wolf with a habit of murdering everything in sight." "Really? Because you know what I'm getting from these books? Almost sweet fuck all." My words obviously surprised her, we'd found a lot of books that addressed the subject. "I'm serious. There's a lot here, sure, but just look at it all. Every single book has a different take on lycanthropy. Some explain it as an early explanation for serial killers, some think that they're good protectors of the natural order and that one you're holding says they're cursed by God. Jenny, you're looking at the details too much. You know what I'm seeing here when we put all these books together?" She looked uncertain. "I'm seeing that no one knows anything about what's happening to you. There aren't any first-hand accounts that match it. Nothing at all we can go on. It all reads to me like a bunch of crap based on the superstitions of people who didn't even know why the sky stayed above their heads. You're sat there cherry picking all the worst parts of each story but you're not seeing that none of these books agree with each other, even a little bit," I said. "So what do I do?" She seemed slightly reassured by my rousing put down of all the texts in front of me. "Why don't you go home, take one of those long baths you like, and try to relax. You're driving yourself crazy sitting here looking through all this. I'll stay here and see if there's anything that sticks then I'll come by later." I suggested. "I'm fine Larry. I can stay." "I know you're fine, Jenny. This is me you're talking to here. You're one of the strongest people I know. Still, I don't think anyone should have to sit and fill their head with this, given whatever it is that's happening to you. After all you might just be a miracle of modern medicine." She expelled air between her lips rudely at that idea. "I'm not that lucky." She grumbled. "Hey, you got me didn't you?" Please let that be a good thing. "Oh, sure. The nicest guy I know tells me he likes me. I'm so lucky. It's not like it took him four years to tell me. Four years during which my douchebag radar failed me multiple times." Ouch, talk about a gut punch. "Jenny, I'm sorry. I should have told you ages ago. I was just... terrified." I lamely tried to excuse myself. Unleashed "Well, no more holding back, or if I do turn into a big wolf during the next full moon, then I'm eating you first." She stood up from the table and walked around to me. I felt her lips against my cheek and then her teeth lightly nipping at my ear. "No more holding back." I agreed. "My mum and dad are going out tonight. Come see me after seven, ok?" Her annoyance with me had melted into a low lusty purr. "I pity anyone who gets in my way." I turned my head and our lips met, the kiss was slow and I savoured the last touch of her I'd get for hours. "I'll see you later then." She smirked and walked out of the library. I totally checked out her butt as she left. It was still amazing. I turned back to the books and sighed, flicking over a page and getting back to work. I took notes on all the so-called cures. I didn't find much that I'd be willing to try on Jenny since most of those "cures" were thought up in the medieval period and let's just say if it was me, I'd prefer staying as a werewolf. I scribbled down some notes. I had two stops to make before I headed on home. The first was the nearest open surgery which turned out to actually be in the city hospital. I barely got there in time to make an appointment and had to sit there for two whole hours whilst the GP's saw all the other patients who'd had the sense to make an appointment beforehand. Finally my fake name was called out and I followed a corridor from the waiting room to room four where I was told the doctor would see me. He was quite a severe looking man in his mid-to-late twenties who gave me a very forced yet amiable smile as I entered his office. "Hello there." He gestured to the seat opposite from him. "Hey." I sat. "Just so I'm not wasting your time, I'm here kind of on behalf of a friend I'm worried about. Is that ok?" The doctor gave a short nod in the affirmative, his eyes immediately looking me over for signs of drug use. I guessed a lot of young users came for advice "just for a friend." "Alright. Well, my friend was hurt recently when she was attacked by a stray dog. She got checked out at the hospital and they gave her the shots and some painkillers." I said as the doctor's brow furrowed. Clearly this wasn't the sort of questioning he was used to under the circumstances. "The wound from the bite happened a few nights ago but now it's almost completely gone. This thing took a big chunk out of her leg as well and now you can just see a little scar. She's also gotten a heavy appetite and she's... er... a lot more sexually active." I was trying to put "she's almost humping my leg" into more scientific language. "I see." The doctor's brow was still quite deeply furrowed. "Well, there are certain drugs that can cause increased appetite and sexual hyperactivity." "It's not drugs." I calmly stated. "The only things she's taking are some light pain medication which she probably only took a few of. She showed me a picture of her bite and her parents confirmed when it happened. Do you know anything that could heal it almost completely in a day or so?" The doctor was less puzzled now and more cautiously intrigued now. "Well, firstly I would advise you to check again for drug use. However if she really isn't taking anything then I would suggest you have her examined. I obviously cannot tell you any more without her here but I don't know any case of skin miraculously healing itself like that, especially if the wound was as severe as you say." "Alright then. Just one more thing. Now this is going to sound crazy. I know it is. I'm not joking and I'm not trying to take the piss either, alright?" The doctor's brow quickly re-furrowed but he nodded slowly in the affirmative. "Is there anything in the idea of lycanthropy? Like, any real science behind the myths?" The man's severe features softened somewhat and he chuckled softly. I did not take that as a good sign that I was about to find some answers. "No, lycanthropy is just superstition I'm afraid as far as science is concerned. There's a website that explains these kinds of things." The doctor reached for a slip of paper and a pen and scribbled down a URL. He slid the paper across the desk and I glanced over the writing. I recognised the site immediately. I'd come across it whilst I was in the library. It might as well have been called "Things that are total bollocks dot com." It had been very helpful in showing how early reactions to mental illness had created a number of strange myths about lunacy and moon madness but it was useless in providing anything that might help Jenny out. "Thanks for your help, and thanks for not calling the men in white suits." I said. "That's quite alright. It's what I'm here for after all. I must stress to you the importance of treating drug addiction however and you must understand the need for your friend to be examined properly if what you say is indeed accurate. I see many strange quirks of human biology every day here, and I've yet to see one that improved the life of my patient for very long." He said with an obvious stress on the importance of how I should admit it was me I was talking about and how I should lose my cocaine addiction. Brilliant. "Right, well like I said. Thanks for your time." I stood up and walked out of the office without much to show for my troubles. Then again I wasn't really expecting to get all that much. "Total skin and muscle regeneration from a gaping flesh wound? Why yes! It happens all the time. The only reason we don't tell people about it is because we'd be out of a job." Yeah. That was a little too much to hope for. So, the realm of science didn't seem to have much it could do to help me. It was then that I reluctantly trundled out of the hospital in search of that bane of humanity, that ever-present annoyance to common sense: the modern new age shop. I found three. Here's a rough summation of my experiences in the first two. "Wolfsbane? That sounds cool! What is it?" Was the response from a slightly spaced out cashier in the first store. I whirled about for the door immediately. "No, you don't want that. You want a box of these, two of these a day and make sure you smell this before going to bed." The second store attendant told me sagely as she plonked down a box of candles, a bottle of pills and some scented oil in front of me. I sighed and walked away again. I was thinking about catching the bus home when I caught sight of another store in a small, Victorian-era shopping arcade. It was a small, single-room place that surprisingly didn't feel like it was trying to chemically cauterise my tear ducts shut with harshly scented candles, soaps, and God knows what else when I walked inside. I looked around and saw a notable absence of neatly-boxed crystals or flowery healing oils. Instead there seemed to be mostly shelves filled with odd statues from various cultures and stages of history. There was no one around and a small bell was resting on the small wooden counter in the corner, presumably to call for service. I found myself looking at a statue of the Greek goddess Aphrodite crafted in porcelain or a very good imitation of porcelain. She was pale, beautiful and bare breasted amidst her sheets. Her position was settled in a relaxed inviting pose upon her small plinth and I had a hard time believing something so beautiful and well crafted could be found in a little new age shop. I don't know how long I stood there looking at that little model of perfection. I could probably have watched it for days on end. Then it winked at me. I jumped backwards into a stand that was topped with a very expensive looking glass jar. Quickly, I whirled about, caught the falling vessel as it plummeted from its perch and unbalanced myself. I landed squarely on my back with the surprisingly unbroken jar on my chest and found myself looking up between a pair of very long legs. If the woman standing over me had been wearing a skirt instead of pants then I'd have been in for quite a show. I looked up at her stupidly. My fumbling with the jar and her sudden appearance had brought me crashing back to reality. "Uh, hi," I practically squeaked. She was somewhere around the age of thirty with long black hair and a silver ring piercing her left nostril. From her skin tone and her pleasant exotic features I could tell she wasn't from a family of English natives, but I had no idea where to place her. Possibly somewhere in the eastern Mediterranean. Also, I thought, why in the hell am I thinking about this whilst lying on the floor? I sat up and checked the shelves to make sure I hadn't damaged anything. I hadn't. Even the long thin stand on which the glass vessel I'd caught had rested hadn't toppled over. I stood and carefully placed it back where it came from before turning to the woman who so far had remained silent. She had a faintly disapproving look on her face as she eyed me and she soon crossed her arms over her chest when I looked at her. "What were you doing?" She asked in a very lightly accented voice. The lilt of eastern Europe in her voice combined with her features showed her heritage clearly. She was a gypsy. A real one. Or at least she was doing a damn good job of looking and sounding like one. "Sorry, that statue..." I suddenly remembered the statue winking at me and turned to look at it. Aphrodite was leaning forward now on her arms, perfectly still and perfectly serene with a smile settled upon her intricately carved lips. "Pfft, that statue, always that statue with the men." The woman walked behind a counter and plucked up a dust rag before walking over and dropping the rag over the goddess's perfection. "There, it is a party amusement. Makes people think it moves." The woman dismissively said before walking around behind the counter. "What do you want?" Well this was customer service at its finest. "Erm. Wolfsbane? Aconitum?" I elaborated. "Why you want that?" Her eyes narrowed accusingly. "It's for my girlfriend," I dodged. "I get you roses. She will like you more." The woman turned to walk through the open doorway into the back of the store. "No, it's got to be wolfsbane. She's turning into a werewolf." I smiled uneasily. If I couldn't sound crazy in a new age store, where could I sound crazy? Strangely, the woman didn't laugh back at me. She stood still for a moment, then turned to look me in the eyes. Her own eyes blazed with an emerald fire so intense that I had a hard time meeting her gaze. Yet there was something else there too, she was quite obviously trying to discern if I thought I was telling the truth or not. My smile vanished and I offered a small nod. "How do you know this?" Her tone had shifted. Polite inquisitiveness with a consistent underlying edge of fresh urgency. "She was bitten out in the woods on a camping trip two days ago. The thing that bit her had really cut into her calf. When her family took her to the hospital, she took a picture. Then, when I saw her this morning, the bite had almost completely healed up. She's also been acting a little strange. I've just been to dinner with her where she ate a full mixed grill for two to herself and she's been very, kind of, amorous?" Amorous? Yeah I said it. What a dork. The raven haired female looked at me for a long moment and then started to tap her fingers on the countertop. "Aconitum is very poisonous. I'm not going to let you brew it into a drink for some poor girl." She said. "God, I'm not going to let her eat the stuff!" I looked as horrified as I sounded. "I just read somewhere that if you keep it near or maybe rub it on the skin it staves off this thing. I'm kind of swimming in deep water here without a lifeboat." My shoulders sagged as the utter insanity of what I was doing began to weigh down on my shoulders. I felt tired. My eyes hurt from reading and I thought about leaving this shop too but there was something about this woman. It wasn't that she was beautiful. She struck me as someone who had a very low tolerance for bullshit. She was definitely not someone I'd expect to find running a store like that. "Alright then. I will give you wolfsbane." She nodded. "Great! How much?" I reached into my back pocket for my wallet. "I require the seed of a virgin." She promptly replied without a hint of trepidation. Well I sure as hell didn't keep that in my back pocket. "What?" I wasn't a virgin! Blowjobs totally counted as sex, right? The woman rolled her eyes and walked around the counter to me. On her way, she picked up an empty glass bottle from one of her shelves and approached me with it. "I will assist you. I will fall on my knees and suck you until you spill over onto my tongue. I will dance for you, sing for you, moan for you. I will even take your virginity afterward, if you like. I will be yours for the day. I just need one bottle of a virgin's seed." She breathed between heated lips, her eyes smouldering with promise. "And then you can have all the wolfsbane you want." Alright, I guess I still was a virgin then. Damn. The sultry woman walked over to me, discarding her tank top and revealing two beautiful round breasts encased in a silky, burgundy bra. I stared on like a deer caught in the headlights as she reached out and grabbed my shirt before pulling her body up against mine. She smelled incredible, sweet, sharp and fresh. I'm not ashamed to admit that when she lifted those luscious lips to mine and kissed me with enough heat to melt cold steel, I momentarily forgot why I was there. The strict, aggressive posture she'd maintained beforehand was unnerving but this wanton display of desire made her seem like raw sex appeal poured into a voluptuous female shape. Then Jenny's smiling face popped into my head. It was all it took to steamroll over any appeal that this woman had. I lifted my hands to her shoulders and pushed her away. Our lips unlatched with a resistant sucking noise and I found myself looking into her obviously surprised expression. "Yeah. I don't know if you heard me properly but I said my girlfriend is turning into a werewolf. Don't get me wrong, in any other girlfriendless circumstances, I'd be very happy to supply any and all of the 'seed' you wanted. As it is, I'm taken and I'm worried about her. Now either get me this stupid plant I've been after and let me pay you for it with cash or I'm gone." I not only found truth in my words but also anger at her actions. That anger was not helped any when she laughed in my face. I growled with frustration. "Oh, oh. I'm sorry, sugar." Her accent had miraculously disappeared, being replaced entirely by a fresh English lilt. "Just testing you. Boy, you really are the world's last decent man aren't you?" This wasn't helping my frustration any. I let go of her bare shoulders and made for the door. "Wait! Wait, I've got just what you're looking for." She called after me. I stopped and turned around. She was still topless in her lacy bra, though she was now rummaging in a box on one of the bottom shelves of her cabinets. I watched her, trying very hard to avoid the hypnotic sway of her shapely bottom as she wiggled it in front of me. "Ah hah!" She stood up, holding an old loop of black string around which hung a coin-sized silver amulet. "Here we go." I looked at the amulet, I was less than impressed. "It's very old and it's made of pure silver to keep the curse at bay. You wear it against the skin and..." She popped the amulet open to reveal it was in fact a locket. "Your wolfsbane goes in there. Just a few leaves should do. The way it's made keeps them set against the skin so it's more of a constant treatment." That took the wind out of my sails a little. I cautiously stepped back over to her and held out my hand to examine the locket. As I looked it over, the strange lady slipped through the doorway and came back a few minutes later with a sachet of seeds and a few clippings of the plant I'd been looking for all day. "These should do you fine until the next full moon and the seeds are so you can grow your own. That'll be a tenner." She rested her hands on the counter and took on a more businesslike tone. Less angry now and slightly more confused, I approached the counter still holding the locket. "And how much for this?" I dangled the locket in question between us. "Tenner for the lot." She said. "That's a... surprisingly good price." I suspiciously noted. "Hey, it's actually worth about fifty grand to certain people. But I believe in karma and you..." She leaned over the table and poked me in the chest, her boobs bounced in her flimsy bra as she did so. I made an effort to look anywhere else. It was a hell of an effort. "You just could have had a days worth of sex with a sexy older woman and you said no because you love your girlfriend. Baby, I think you just restored my faith in humanity. The locket's the least I can do. Plus, you sound like you need it more than anyone else does." "Well, thanks." I pulled a ten pound note out of my wallet and set it down on the counter. "No problem. My name's Tisha by the way, come by if you need anything. Oh and if it doesn't work out with your girl, my offer still stands." She said as she slipped my items into a small paper bag and pushed them across the surface with a seductive lick of her lips. I grabbed the bag and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. As I stepped back into the arcade, I realised that there had been a smell in Tisha's shop. It was subtle, pleasant and I didn't notice it until my nose met the contrast of the fresh air outside. It was that same clear air that made my head stop spinning around the taste of the woman on my lips. I quickly wiped away that taste with the back of my hand and made quickly for the bus stop. I know, wolfsbane. Not exactly a very scientific treatment, but it was the most frequently-mentioned cure I could find in amidst all those books. Besides, I was operating on a theory that the person I loved the most was going to turn into a wolf in just under a month. I was open to new ideas. I got home shortly after five o'clock and quickly hit the shower before my mind started to wander to thoughts of Jenny again. If her invitation was any indication then I had a hell of a lot to be excited about. Waiting until seven o'clock was going to be a nightmare. I tried to keep occupied by watching some TV but it's difficult to concentrate when you know you have the girl of your dreams waiting for you. At ten minutes to the hour I practically bolted out of my house like a bat out of hell. Jenny's house was in walking distance, and I had a hard time not running through the streets like a lunatic in my freshly-pressed trousers and my old blue button-up cotton shirt. I'd remembered the bag for her, of course, with a little something else in there for good measure. Once I arrived near Jenny's house I opened the bag and removed the single red rose I'd plucked from my dad's garden. I turned the corner onto her street and was quickly punched in the gut. Well ok, I wasn't literally punched in the gut but in truth I'd probably have preferred that option. Stuart Davis's motorcycle was resting on the sidewalk outside Jenny's house. He wasn't on it. My insides suddenly felt like a very small black hole had taken up residency as I walked toward her front door. I reached up and knocked three times, waited, and only heard silence from the other side. The images of them together upstairs running through my mind right about then were making me feel slightly nauseous. Jenny wasn't the type to cheat. My rational mind was screaming that fact at me. My irrational mind, however, was having a field day spinning up images of them on her bed and reminding me that Jenny definitely hadn't been herself recently. Unleashed I considered leaving them to it, thinking about the inevitable catastrophe if I started knocking the door down. I'd probably find Jenny at the door, flushed and sweaty in her dressing gown whilst looking at me with those I-did-something-bad eyes of hers. That look usually meant it was time to get her out of trouble but I didn't think my mind could take the sight of her. Then I heard the door lock turn shut and the key slip from the handle. It was a noise that brought me out of my thoughts and puzzled me. You might guess I should have taken the hint and left, they'd locked me out. They'd even taken the time to sneak into the kitchen out of sight of the windows to quietly lock the door. They obviously didn't want to be disturbed. The problem was that since I'd known Jenny for so long, I'd had a key to her house for the past five years. Jenny knew I had a key. If she didn't want me to come in, then why the hell did she lock the door and take the key out of the lock? I'd barely formed the question in my mind before I'd reached into my pocket and grabbed my keys, Jenny's was easy enough to find. I quickly slipped it into the door, twisted, and stepped inside the house. I saw Stuart's back as he'd been returning to the living room after thinking he'd locked me out. My sudden appearance made him turn around. He was fully dressed, almost, I saw his jeans were unfastened and his cock was swinging freely. The shock of seeing me foil his attempt at keeping me out soon shifted to blind anger. He charged right at me, taking me off balance as his body slammed right into my ribcage and smacked me up against the large fridge behind me. The impact took the wind out of my lungs and I instinctively sharply hefted my knee upward into Stuart's gut. The man sprang upright from where he'd shoulder-tackled me and the side of his face soon met my fist sending him staggering backwards a step. My problem was that I still couldn't breathe. His first attack had taken me completely off guard and my lungs burned for air. As it turns out, the middle of a fight isn't the best place to catch a breather. "You should have stayed outta my business you little shit!" I heard Stuart's voice growl before I felt his boot land hard against the side of my knee. It was a miracle he didn't snap my leg in half and I quickly slumped downward, still trying to breathe. That was when I heard the unearthly feral snarl emerge from the door to the living room. Despite my current predicament, the noise sent a dark chill through me. In his rage, Stuart didn't seem to hear it. As he moved toward me again, I saw the familiar feminine fingers curl around his neck from behind before they squeezed. He had just enough time to release a choked gasp before he was lifted backwards off his feet and his entire body was sent crashing abruptly back down to earth. Jenny was there, wearing nothing but a very skimpy pink thong and what appeared to be a tiny pink jacket that would normally have teased a stunning view of her breasts. As it was, my oldest friend was not in the mood for teasing right then. Instead she went right for blood. Before Stuart knew what hit him she had jammed her knee in his chest and had started slamming her fists across his face in a steady, bone-crunching rhythm. After about five of those punches she lifted herself up, grabbed one of his feet and dragged him out on his back through the front door. There was a moment when I couldn't see what was going on but I guessed she was fishing out her house key from his pocket. Then, from the spine chilling shriek I heard that followed I guessed she'd also given his freely swinging pecker some attention. Quickly, she walked back inside and closed the door. I heard the key in the lock again and then the patter of her feet across the hard wood kitchen floor as she rushed toward me. "My God, Larry! Is anything broken?" She asked. "I'm..." I took in another precious lungful of air. "I'm good. Just w-winded me." I felt her arms encircle my shoulders, the softness of her breast pressed against my upper arm. My Jenny. "What happened?" I asked. "I was waiting for you, I opened the door like this and he took it as an invitation." She lifted one of my arms over the back of her neck and helped me up onto my good leg. I grabbed the kitchen counter for balance. Standing on the limb Stuart had kicked felt like shoving a knife into my kneecap. "Are you ok?" The sudden realisation of what I'd walked into came crashing down on me. "I... I was scared. He grabbed me, shoved his tongue down my throat and wrestled me into the living room. I kept saying no but he... I think he was on something. When he heard you knock, he punched me and went to lock the door. Then," Jenny's eyes had started to glisten as the words poured from her lips. "Then I heard him hurting you and I got... I got mad." She looked over her shoulder to the kitchen floor where specks of blood were still splashed over the wood. Then she buried her face in her hands and started to cry. "Hey, c'mere." I reached out and gently pulled her against me. "I'm really glad you got mad." I planted a little kiss in amidst her smooth blonde strands. "But this was supposed to be our first night together, it was supposed to be really good and," she blubbed and trailed off as she buried her head against my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me tightly. It only hurt a lot. "Jenny, it's alright." I heard the sound of Stuart's Harley starting up outside, the sound soon faded as he drove away. "See? He's gone and it's just us now. If you just want to watch a movie or something that's fine. I've waited long enough for you, a little longer isn't going to bother me. You're worth it." "I am?" She sounded sceptical. "You are." I assured. "We should call the police." "No! Not tonight. I don't want to spend tonight answering questions. He's gone. He's not coming back any time soon." I felt her hand lay open upon my chest, she was feeling the beat of my heart. Her voice became softer, almost entranced. "If he comes back here again I'm not going to be scared. I'm going to..." I felt her fingernails dig in to my chest suddenly. I started at the touch and she seemed to retreat from her thoughts to stroke my chest lovingly. "Ok, ok, no police tonight. You promise you'll call them tomorrow though?" If anything else happened with this guy I wanted at least a report of this. Jenny nodded and looked up at me. I lifted my hands to gently wipe her cheeks and since the opportunity presented itself I kissed her lips, hoping to hell to convey just how much I loved her. It turned out I did pretty well since it took her a few seconds to raise herself from a dreamy little trance once I'd stopped kissing her. When the light came back into her eyes it was fierce and bright. Then she quickly sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose before turning to look across the kitchen at the bag I'd left on the floor. "Did you bring me something?" She deftly slipped out of my grasp and hopped on over to the bag. "I...um..." I really didn't want her reminded of our wolf problem right then. I didn't get a chance to think up an excuse, she quickly plucked up the bag from the floor and plundered it for the items I'd bought. She seemed a little bit puzzled by them, lifting the plant to her nose and pushing it away quickly afterward. "What's this?" She looked back at me. "It's the closest thing I could find to a cure for..." I mimed claws and a snarl. "You put the flowers in the locket and the seeds are to grow more. It's supposed to stop anything from happening." I told her, not particularly wanting to terrify the girl with specifics. "Oh. Like this?" She plucked some of the leaves, stuffed them into the locket before closing it up and lifting the string over her head. The silver wolf's head engraved upon the amulet glimmered at me from between the deep curves of her breasts. "Y-yeah." Jeez. I'd bought it for practical reasons but it looked amazing sitting there between those firm round globes. "Well the flower smells awful, but since it's you." She walked back over to me and kissed my cheek in thanks. I couldn't smell anything. Anything except her of course and she sure as hell didn't smell bad in the slightest. Jenny took my hand and stepped away to gently tug me toward the living room. I followed along through the doorway and found myself looking at a lit fireplace and a room decorated for sin. Candles lined the walls, not many since she didn't want to burn the place to the ground, but certainly enough for me to admire her form in the low flickering lights. The little pink waistcoat she was wearing was unbuttoned and soon slipped from her flowing shoulders to be flicked onto the couch. I watched the slow display, entranced at the smooth curves and ripples that formed her back. The thin strip of lacy material that clung to her hips and plunged down between her bare rear cheeks caught my eye again until she whirled around. Perfect firm round globes bounced into view, each tipped with a light pink nipple that contrasted against her golden bronze skin tone. She was smiling wickedly, her lower lip drawn in between her teeth at the corner of her mouth. On the floor there were four large beach towels and a few pillows spread out over each other. She lifted her hand and wiggled her finger at me in a come-hither gesture. I sure got-thither as fast as I could on my bad leg. She noted the limp was still there and lifted her hands to my shoulders before gently pressing down to ease me to lie out upon the towels. "Jenny, we don't have to." I told her. "Yes, we really do." She quickly corrected me. It didn't take her long to unbutton and peel me out of my shirt, her hands were frenzied and her eyes wild with hunger. I laid back and kicked off my shoes with a hiss of pain as those knives shot up my leg again. Jenny soon unbuckled my belt and tugged my trousers down over my legs, peeling away my socks shortly after to leave me only in my under shorts. Apparently those could wait to be discarded as she quickly pounced on me. I felt those magnificent breasts squeeze against my chest as her mouth locked onto mine in a fevered duelling of tongues. I quickly lifted my arms to wrap around her as she lifted one leg over me to straddle my waist. I couldn't believe this beautiful centre of all my teenage fantasies was finally in my arms. I'd known many things in my life that disappointed when I finally found them. Jenny wasn't one of those things. I wanted to tell her, I wanted to scream how much I needed her. Instead I kissed her with as much open ferocity as she kissed me. The feel of her silky tongue against mine, slipping and sliding as they wrestled together, it was indescribable. My cock had been rigid and harder than steel from the moment I'd seen her slide her little waistcoat off. As we tussled together and she started to rub herself against my engorged length I felt the moisture between her legs. The little triangle of fabric covering her pussy was soaked with her excitement. Her long waves of golden hair fell around my face, I felt them tickle my cheeks and interlink with my own short black strands. I caressed her back, feeling every gentle smooth slope and incline. I felt the growl in her throat as she lowered her hand and deftly ripped my under shorts free in one quick flick of her wrist. Her fingers turned from forceful to gentle as they wrapped around my cock. I felt her press my swollen tip against her barely clad sex. I cold feel every silken fold of her beneath that thin material. She pulled away from our kiss for a moment and reached over beside the fireplace to grab a small packet I recognised all too well. I watched as Jenny split open that little sachet with her teeth and slipped out the thin plastic sheath. I felt her body slide down over mine, the feel of those firm tits slipping down over me was incredible, especially when my cock slid into the valley between them to pop up and lightly bonk her on the chin. She grinned up at me and then lowered her mouth over my cock, her hot sucking lips taking all of the pulsing flesh that she could. She quickly bobbed her head a few times as I clenched my fists to my sides in an effort not to explode straight away. Then, when she was content, she unrolled the condom down over my cock and lifted herself up to crouch over me. I saw her peel her thong aside and the sight of her swelled labia and glistening bright pink folds made me sit upright as she slowly sank down over my desperate length. Tightness and heat engulfed me. Her low moan of approval was music to my ears as I lifted myself up and cupped her breasts with my hands. Her eyes had closed tightly as she slowly impaled herself upon me and then opened with a thoroughly pleased and slightly shy smirk on her lips. I loved ever part of her but the feel of her breasts settled in my hands was a true landmark experience for me. They were impossibly soft, yet perfectly shaped, with her hard perky nipples pointing up to my lips. I quickly accommodated them by flicking my tongue over one pebbled, rubbery peak before moving my head to take the other between my lips and sucking deeply. My efforts were rewarded with a tightness of breath and a little squeak from the vixen in my lap. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as I sucked on her breast. She was clearly incredibly sensitive. I let that hard little nub slip from my lips as she started moving her body against mine. Up until that point she had been slowly sinking down over me and the moment she had me fully inside her, she began to rock her hips in a sensuous grinding motion. It felt incredible. Too incredible. I wasn't going to last very long at all. My hands slipped from her breasts and down around her body to slowly grasp her bare bottom. Those tight cheeks felt good beneath my fingers as I watched Jenny let her head roll back and her left hand grasp onto my shoulder for leverage as she worked her tight pussy into a juiced up frenzy. Her free hand rested on the floor behind her as she arched her back giving me a close up view of those beautiful tits bouncing with her movements. It was too much, I was suddenly terrified. I wanted to give her everything, to make her scream. I wasn't going to last. I couldn't. Then I felt Jenny's fiery pussy squeeze and flutter around my cock as she started to tremble with desire. I wasn't going to have to wait. Instead I shocked her by suddenly increasing the pace of my body, lifting my hips up to meet her and slipping myself deep into her juicy pussy. Her grip tightened on my shoulder as her breath caught in her lungs and we both found our release in the space of a few moments. Jenny found her voice and screamed a low hoarse cry of bliss as I felt my cum pump along my cock into the protective sheath of the condom. I loved it, I loved her. My entire core felt filled with white hot energy as I felt Jenny's sweet nectar dripping down my inner thighs. The beauty atop me curved her mouth into an open smile as she lifted her head to look down at me. Her hands cupped my cheeks and she kissed my lips with a delicate, loving caress. "I love you." I whispered as our lips parted. "Guys always say that after the act." She twittered with affectionate amusement. "Well I loved you before it, during it, and I'm pretty sure I'll love you long, long after it." I teased whilst letting my hands rest on the smooth curve of her hips and giving her a gentle squeeze. "We waited way too long to do this." She squirmed contentedly in my lap. I felt myself grow stiff and my hunger was set alight once again. "We should do it again." I surmised. Jenny's face lit up and I smirked at her before lowering my mouth to taste the silky smooth skin of her breasts once again. "Like those, do you?" Her fingers slipped through my hair. "I like everything about you." "You seem to concentrate on those more than the rest." She noted with a teasing lilt to her sweet voice. "Why don't you spend so much time kissing and licking at my toes? Or my earlobes?" "Not as much to play with." I said in a slightly muffled voice. My mouth was busy sucking one of her nipples between my lips. "Mmm, are you saying my boobs are too big?" "Your boobs are perfect." I lifted my mouth from her nipple and kissed her full on the lips. Eventually I felt her push back on my shoulders and I found myself looking at her gorgeous features as they beamed at me. "We're going to need another condom." She noted as she planted her feet on either side of me and lifted her pussy from my cock with a slick wet squelch. "Can we..." I started before I realised I wasn't nearly as comfortable as I should have been right then. Jenny froze, I saw a sudden twinge in her body as I'd been about to speak and she looked down at me apprehensively. It dawned on me almost immediately that she thought I was going to ask her to leave the condoms where they were and continue without. "No! I mean, er, I just wanted to taste you. You know, before we do it again." This was getting very awkward. Jenny's expression turned from apprehensive to slightly confused. I think that she assumed I meant I wanted to kiss her mouth some more. Then I saw the light turn on behind her eyes and she gave me a sly little smirk. "Larry, do you want to lick my pussy?" She wasn't going to make this easy for me. "The thought crossed my mind." I rolled my eyes. "You are such a doofus." "That thought crossed my mind too." I nodded. "Well, since you are my doofus..." She turned around until I was looking up along the backs of her legs at her peachy bum. Taking a step back to stand over my head, I looked directly up at her puffy pink slit as she slowly crouched and lowered that juicy treat over my mouth. I felt her hands on my chest, sliding slowly down over my stomach until they reached my cock. My arms lifted to wrap over her thighs and hold her tightly as I ran my tongue along her succulent petals. Her hands descended to rest on my chest as she perched on my ravenous mouth. I felt her touch slowly begin to descend southward over my body. All that time I'd spent working out in the summer seemed to pay off big time because Jenny sure seemed to enjoy stroking her hands across my newly-developed muscles. She lowered her body down against mine until her breasts flattened against my belly and I felt the cool touch of her new locket against my skin as she peeled the condom from my cock. Her fingers encased the base, gently fondling my balls as her mouth descended over the tip of my aching erection. Had I been able to claim any previous experience at all in this particular area I might have noticed that Jenny was not exactly responding normally to the attentions of my tongue. I licked those delicate folds, exploring and finding our all her little sweet spots and she was responding in a way that would make most women exceedingly jealous. Her juicy slit was almost continuously climaxing on my mouth, her sweet nectar flowed freely down my cheeks and over my chin as I plundered her delights. Touching her clit was an almost dangerous act whilst she was sucking my cock as she seemed to lose herself entirely in a continuous wave that wracked her body. I felt her teeth slip against me as she lost control and then the contrast of her tongue when she found herself again. I felt Jenny lick over the tip of my cock and playfully gave her bottom a squeeze that made her yelp in surprise and sit upright. I kissed her pretty pussy goodbye and she slipped away to whirl around and look at me again. "You know maybe this whole werewolf thing isn't so bad." She breathed huskily as she lowered her lips to lick her own juices from my cheek. "You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself." I concurred. Unleashed Rachael topped off at five foot two and had a slim build. Her breasts were 32Cs and her ass was round and tight but nothing extraordinary. From afar, she was often mistaken for someone much younger because of her size. She wasn't particularly beautiful up close, didn't dress flauntingly, but she had an innate sexiness that made men take a second look. She had a way of speaking that made every word sound like an innuendo. Her slow smiles and husky laugh got the blood pumping. And her languorous gray eyes made men envision those eyes looking up at them from beneath. David didn't know what caused it but all of a sudden, he began to see her differently, noticing what the other men had readily noticed. It was nothing sexual at first. He took one look and noted that she had grown up. Then he'd catch himself staring at her narrow but full lips, her smooth legs, and when her back was turned, her ass. He'd be uncomfortably sporting a boner when they were only talking. And in the last year, she became the starring role in his masturbation fantasies. He hadn't planned to do anything about his desires. He was resigned, content even, to let her remain in his fantasies. That was until two days ago, when Rachael turned eighteen. Reason and restraint flew out the window and having her in reality suddenly became a pressing need. So much so that, without a thought, he bought a drug to fulfill that need, guaranteed to have her in his clutches without a memory of it when she next awoke. Having doctored her drink with the drug two hours before, she now lay unconscious on the bed. David stood at the side of it, ogling her openly like he never had before. Face clean of makeup and her feminine wiles absent, she looked no more than thirteen, the age when he first started becoming aware of her. Her youthful appearance made him hesitate but, when he looked at the rest of her, it only lasted a second. She was lying on her back, arms at rest at her sides, head turned slightly away from him. She was completely naked, having been undressed by him before he laid her down. He looked his fill of her creamy skin, perky pink-tipped breasts and mostly bare pussy. Above her hooded clit was a small patch of dark hair. He nervously reached out with his left hand. Intently watching the side of her face, ready to bolt should she show any sign of waking, he lightly touched his trembling finger to the tip of her right nipple and quickly snatched it back. No reaction from her, not even a flicker of eyelash. The drug was working well. He quietly released a relieved breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Gently but with more confidence, he cupped the whole breast, learning its shape, its weight. He then traced around the areola with a finger. The already perky nipple tightened further. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Raising goosebumps in its wake, his finger traveled to the other nipple. He repeated his earlier ministrations and the left nipple now matched its twin. His free hand, inert by his side this whole time and feeling left out, joined in. He fondled both breasts, her hard nipples stabbing his palms. Almost involuntarily, he squeezed her breasts. His eyes snapped up to her face in panic but she remained impassive. He frowned, his hands falling away. He wanted her compliant, not unresponsive. Had he given her too much of the drug? The thought made him angry. In his mind, the fault was hers. Her fault for making him obsessed with her these last five years. Her fault for making him resort to using drugs to fuck her. Her fault that his plan wasn't working the way he envisioned. He pulled off his t-shirt then straddled her hips and again reached for her tits. His hands were rough, no longer learning or teasing but mauling. Soon, his mouth joined the assault. He squeezed her breasts together and rubbed her nipples against each other, twirling them around one another. He leaned over and rapidly flicked his tongue at them before sucking both into his mouth. It was then that he got the response he was looking for. Her heavy breathing penetrated the need and anger clouding his mind. Her body had arched, trying to feed him more of her breasts. He raised his head to see her face. She was still unconscious. He twisted her left nipple and pulled, stretching it. Her pleasured moan had him sneering. No wonder she didn't respond to his gentle caresses. She liked it rough. He returned his attention to her breasts, focusing on one nipple while his right hand continued playing with the other. Her legs shifted restlessly, wordlessly demanding for more. He obliged. Abandoning her tit, he ran his hand down her body, her abdominal muscles rippling when he passed it. He combed his fingers through her sparse pubic hair and tugged. She gasped. He palmed her soaking pussy and they both moaned. He shoved two fingers inside her at the same time he sucked hard on her tit. Her whole body bowed and shuddered in climax. Cursing with the need to be inside her, he kneed her legs apart and kneeled between them. He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and pushed it down with his underwear. The waistband of his briefs was just under his ass, just far enough to get his seven inch cock out. His dick was rock hard and dripping precum. Gripping her hip to keep her steady, he lined the tip with her opening and, without preamble, thrust balls deep. The harsh intrusion as she was coming down from her orgasm caused her to cum again. Her lengthy groan chorused with his as her tight convulsing pussy milked his cock. He fell on top of her, wanting to feel her nipples rub against his chest as he slowly fucked her. The position had him rubbing against her clit with every thrust and had her, in turn, jerking her hips against him, effectively fucking him back. He reared up and grabbed the underside of her thighs. He spread her legs wide and pushed them up, her knees nearly touching her armpits. She was completely open and vulnerable to him. He kept up the slow thrusting for a moment to watch his pussy juice covered cock sliding in and out of her cunt. His pace gradually hastened until his hips was furiously pumping. The room was full of sounds of skin slapping skin, wet pussy, moans and hitched breathing. The air smelled overwhelmingly of sex. Feeling his cum bubbling, he reluctantly pulled out of her clutching cunt and crawled up her body. He kept her legs trapped beneath him and reached back to plunge two fingers in her gaping cunt. With his free hand, he rapidly stroked his throbbing cock until he came. Ropes of cum landed on her face, neck and breasts. Panting, he leaned his forehead against the headboard, looking at his handiwork. He was about to get up when her eyes suddenly opened. His recently normalized heart rate raced again, this time in panic, but then he noticed that her eyes were unfocused. She blinked once, drowsily, then closed them again finally in sleep. He exhaled gustily and proceeded to clean her up. The next morning, David was having breakfast in the kitchen when Rachael showed up. She greeted him with a sleepy smile that made his cock twitch and said, "Good morning, daddy." Unleashed Corporate Lust My indebted recognition goes to the Volunteer Editors invaluable critiques and suggestions that encouraged the best from me. * Stretching her cramped legs under the table, Trish stops taking notes long enough to scan the room. It is another late night, trapped in a corporate conference that has dragged on for hours. The hotel has been diligent in keeping the coffee service filled, and ample bottled beverages still remain. A slow, deep breath relieves the stifling feel of the crowded room. Glancing at faces, most expressions are listless and bored, except one. Trish stares, intrigued by a man's steel-gray eyes, as they observe people intently. Attractive broad shoulders hint at a muscular build under the dark tailored suit he wears. His eyes fascinate with the reflective sharpness of his mind, as does his grin when his observations provide their own conclusions. Trish is startled as his head deliberately turns, fixing his eyes on her. Caught brazenly staring, she blushes with burning embarrassment. In the blink of an eye, he stripped her bare. The intimate realization of how exposed and vulnerable she feels under his gaze causes her body to shiver. With a knowing smile he releases his hold, leaving Trish stunned and wondering if she imagined the whole thing. More than a little shaken, aroused and confused, she tries to collect herself, making every effort to avoid his scrutiny again. The meeting adjourns and packing away equipment keeps her busy; she doesn't have time to rationalize why her panties are moist and nipples hard. Mercifully, the emptied room is finally quiet, and Trish checks one last time to make sure everything is packed and the lights are out. She steals a moment to stand at the window watching the city sparkle below. Touching the coolness of the glass does nothing to sooth the desires stirring within. Thoughts of the stranger penetrate her mind. Unable to ignore her aching need, she squeezes her breasts roughly. Long denied passions throb through her veins, adding to the creaminess between her thighs. Unleashed raging hormones surge through her. As if wishing him there, suddenly he's holding her neck firmly to his caressing lips while his commanding whisper tells her, "Don't move. Don't turn around. I want you to stay perfectly still." A surreal moment of terror freezes time as she sees his faint, hazy outline in the window glass. His hot breath causes her body to tremble as her mind is torn between fright and arousal. Then his moist lips declare what they both know to be true: "You want this as much as I." She succumbs to her lustful needs as his intimate caresses electrify the downy hairs along her arm. Captivated, she yields to his dominance as he pulls her body tightly against him. His grip urgent and kisses demanding, he grinds against her ass with his hard manhood. The honest truth tortures her soul. With a bowed head and quivering voice, she admits meekly, "yesssss, I want you." With no reserve, his hands claim her breasts and maul them greedily; his hungry teeth biting into her tender neck. Overwhelming pleasure swells through her and a soft whimper escapes her lips as she leans back against him. A flash of realization has her suddenly struggling against his hold, "Not here! We'll be caught." He holds firm against her futile efforts, hushing her fears, "I paid the hotel guard so we'll have no interruptions." With no further hesitation his hand unbuttons her blouse to pull up her bra so that her breasts are free for his molesting. He kneads them, digging his fingers into their soft flesh...pinching and pulling the nipples until they are hard and pointed. He moans his pleasure while ravaging her with kisses. The intensity of his touch leaves Trish's legs feeling limp. His hand sliding up between her thighs finds her sopping wet. His fingers barely grazing her pussy makes her dizzy with lust. She thrusts her hips forward to feel more of him and he responds with two fingers pushing the crotch of her nylon panties up inside her willing pussy. The invasion pulls the material sharply, digging between her ass cheeks. Feeling her tight heat makes his eager cock throb and he pulls the panties off in a fury. Bending her forward to brace her arms on the windowsill, he yanks up her skirt to bare her ass. Spreading her legs his nostrils flare inhaling her undeniable sweet nectar. Unceremoniously he unzips his trousers and treats her aching clit to the persistent nudging of his bulging cockhead as he slides it between her slick, warm pussy lips. Penetration is fast with one plunging thrust burying his cock in her velvety depths. She is so keyed every muscle inside clenches like a vise to hold him. He partially withdraws only to ram back with another thrust, slamming his balls hard against her...again ...and again. Driven by his own enraged animalistic lust. Looking back, Trish tosses her hair from her view. Biting her lower lip she hisses, "Please don't stop!" Pushing back to meet each thrust, she is pleading for him to fuck her harder when an orgasm takes her with a shuddering vengeance. Wave after wave sends her whirling as he plunders the hot juices bathing his cock. His own release boils up from his balls and with a low guttural growl; he shoots jet after jet of hot milky cum deep inside her. While she still tremors with pleasure, he withdraws and pulls her up against his chest again. He hoarsely whispers into her ear,"You know now that you are mine" and with a final crushing caress...he's gone. She's left panting hard as her heart thunders in her ears. Her mind can make no rational sense to explain the pleasure still throbbing between her legs. Slowly a coy, sheepish smile creases her lips. There is satisfaction knowing he's out there inhaling her scent and fondling her warm moist panties, thinking of the next time they'll meet. Unleashed Corporate Lust Ch. 02 Special thanks to Lit's Volunteer Editors reviews and suggestions that encouraged the best from me: OmegaZone, Nightbird, and Jacuzzigal * The night wears on as Bill sits alone at the hotel bar questioning his sanity; his mind in turmoil, still fogged with barbaric lust. Wrapping trembling fingers around his glass tightly, he shudders reliving the raw pleasure that so recently fed his soul. Gulping his drink he shakes his head trying to sort the chaotic emotions scorching his conscience, 'This is unbelievable. How could a woman drive me to such extreme measures?' Never in his life has he committed such a brazen act. Bill's hand slips inside his pocket to fondle her warm, moist panties, remembering the moment their eyes met at the conference earlier. How transparent her realization was to him with her timid blush compelling him to pursue her. Bill bribed the hotel guard to insure they'd not be disturbed, but only intended a brief interlude to win a kiss or two or perhaps a companion for the evening. 'My god, I fucked her right there in that darkened room.' Recalling now how his seductive caresses selfishly claimed her. Just the closeness of her drove him like a crazed animal. Yet it was her own arousal that flared his nostrils as he lost himself in the supple fullness of her breasts. The powerful surge overtaking him with her demure surrender, admitting she wanted him. Her slick moist depths inviting his invading thrusts. Both of them caught up in that lustful moment, consumed by shameless abandon, 'I went mad...utterly and completely mad!' With a quick glance around the deserted bar Bill assumed most hotel guests were busy at dinner. Combing fingers through his black hair, he pulled it back from his forehead, trying to regain his composure. Welcoming the privacy, he struggled to collect his wits. His racing heartbeat slows and his blank expression masks the personal anguish battling inside. Sitting in his tailored Italian suit, Bill appears the successful business executive that he is. He straightens his slouch on the stool as his reflecting steely eyes scrutinize his six foot frame from the mirrored bar. Running a hand down his chest to flatten his tie he gives himself the credit due. Bill works at staying fit and people would be hard pressed to guess he's forty-eight, except for the tattling grey hairs just beginning to claim his temples. Permitting himself a vain smirk he admits, 'Not an unhandsome devil.' Then a sharp twinge of conscience reminds him, 'Still a devil just the same!' 'All right enough of this! I'll just find her and make it right. She'll sees I'm not uncivilized...reckless and impulsive maybe, but not a beast.' Bill's fingertips tingle remembering the softness of her skin as he plays one around the rim of his glass. Her beautiful emerald eyes haunt his thoughts as he schemes to win her heart. If nothing else, he's a man that knows how to get what he wants. The bartender gestures, "Hey Bill, one more time?" tilting a bottle toward his empty glass. Pulled from his reverie Bill chuckles privately, "...One more time?" He grins suggestively rolling the panties hidden in his pocket to a tight ball. "With a little luck, I sure hope so! Give me a bottle of your finest champagne with two glasses and add the bill to my room." Slipping the bartender a tip, he tucks the glasses safely in his pocket and the bottle in the crook of his arm. With a solid determination he strides from the bar, a plan already conniving in his head. ~~~~ The full moon shines a bright blue light in the sparkling sky above. With a shiver, Trish pulls her sweater tight against the cool night breeze. Truth be told, it's the lingering pleasure she is desperately denying that's shooting electric tremors through her body. Trish has walked, for what seemed like hours, trying to make sense of her confused mind and treacherous body. She has berated herself severely for giving in to a stranger's advances. Common sense telling her getting caught would have caused serious repercussions with her job...and maybe even jeopardized her career. Or worse! 'What the hell were you thinking, acting like a slut? Are you ready to throw away everything you've worked so hard for?' 'I wasn't thinking...I was swept away and just wasn't thinking.' the thrill of his lips on her skin and his commanding hands taking possession of her will still making her tremble. Burying those smoldering passions, slowly the reasonable side of Trish's conscience takes control. Admitting her foolishness and hating the bitter taste of rebuke, she shuns the lustful memories with one last shiver. With a sigh of resignation she finds her sense of stability returning. Now all she wants is to hurry back to her hotel room before she looses all resolve. To truly rid herself of these lurid thoughts she needs to wash away the sweet creaminess still warming the inside of her thighs. ~~~~ A satisfied smile paints Bill's face as he cons the housemaid to let him into Trish's room, claiming to have forgotten his key. Surprising her with a $50 dollar bill didn't hurt either. With him juggling champagne and roses, the maid assists with the door. Before closing him in she gives a flirty wink, "She's a lucky lady, hope you both enjoy your night." Once inside Bill quickly goes about setting his plan in motion. The champagne was put on ice to chill. A cassette of soft jazz starts to play in the background. The wine glasses sit on the table with a rose between them. The bed covers folded back with another rose in the middle of the thick duvet. Next, Bill runs a scalding hot bath that won't cool off too soon and even thinks to float a few rose petals on the water. Placing lit candles throughout the bath, he smiles seeing their flickering flames dancing shadows on the wall. Bill purposely leaves the sleeping room in darkness except for the moonlight shining through the sheer drapes. He positions himself in a large chair with his back to the window so she will see his silhouette as she enters the room. The wait wasn't long before the key card slid into the lock. Stepping inside, the door closes with Trish's release. Her heart leaps into her throat seeing the shadowed figure sitting across the room. Her hand covers her mouth to stifle a scream as she chokes on the recognition "Oh my god...it's YOU!" "Don't be frightened Trish." Bill remains quietly seated trying to reassure her she is in no danger. Her moonlit shadow on the wall distorts her petite 5'4" frame but cannot take away the sensual outline of every curve. Trish's panic causes her full round breasts to swell as they heave with each breath. "You knew I had to come." Bill's voice is soft and apologetic. Still stunned Trish fumbles for the wall switch, turning on the bedside lamp. She pins him to his seat with an accusing glare. "How did you?" Looking around the room Trish hesitates, momentarily speechless taking in the romantic scene he has prepared. "How do you know..." realizing he called her by name she finally stammers, desperately begging her mind to complete one coherent thought. "WHO are you?" she demands stomping her foot to put a stop to the whirling confusion. "Trish...my name is Bill Anderson, and if I'm not mistaken, you know me intimately." He senses the warmth of his smile is softening her reserve while he attempts broaching the subject of their previous encounter on a lighter note. The crimson rush of color, his humor creates, floods Trish's cheeks and travels down her neck showing him promise of the passion she's unable to hide. Trish's true reaction is actually one of startled confusion. As her head spins, she dares herself not to faint as the flush of heat reddens her skin. The seconds pass with awkward indecision as she shifts her stance from one foot to the other where the dampness between her legs only adds to her dilemma. "Trish, come here..." reaching out a hand Bill beckons her closer. He's hoping that his command is voiced with enough genuine tenderness to win her trust and set her at ease. "Please...you are the only one who can help me make sense of what is happening to us. I have to quiet my conscience and show you I'm really not that savage brute you saw earlier." Trish feels his genuine plea and is strangely unafraid, allowing his voice to draw her closer. Slowly she reaches his outstretched hand only to tremble as the heat and passion they had shared earlier tingles alive at his touch. Bill mistakes her reaction for fear and slowly stands before her when it's actually a desperate attempt to hide her rising passions that prevents Trish from meeting his gaze. A gentle placed fingertip under her chin lifts those timid emerald eyes to lock with his. "You honestly have nothing to fear." Bill's lips brush against hers before pressing a gentle kiss. Encouraged as Trish leans closer, he gently wraps his arms around her. There he discovers instead of fear, they share the same passions beating loudly between them. Bill's cologne sparks her vivid memory filled with his sandalwood and spice. Plunged into a realm of earthy scents, Trish easily succumbs to his kiss. With the softest sigh from her, Bill lets his tongue lick her lips, finding them open and willing. Probing his tongue inside it dances seductively against hers, whirling them both into heights of passion that leaves them breathless. With knees tempting to fail her, Trish swoons in his arms by the sheer intensity. After nibbling soft kisses up her neck, Bill is unable to mask the aroused tone in his hoarse whisper, "Please...tell me I'm not the only one that feels this." Pulling back slightly, Trish dares to meet his gaze. The moonlight emits an aura outlining his strength and she feels the magnetism between them. A gentle caress against his cheek and Trish can't suppress the desire consuming her soul. "Bill...I feel it too. Damn caution anyway, you feel so perfectly right." Stretching her petite frame up on the tips of her toes Trish pulls him down to meet her lips. The plush softness and tender response invites her to explore as he gives himself to her. Her hands caress down to slip under his coat, spreading it open and off his shoulders. Laying it into the chair behind them Trish sighs with the feel of Bill's fingers pulling through her long auburn waves. The silkiness of each strand plays through his fingers and Bill plunges into the fresh scent, inhaling deeply to capture the essence that is so uniquely hers. Empowered, Trish resumes her kiss while loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Tasting him hungrily her tongue plunges in and out as she caresses each side of his tongue before sucking it into her own mouth. With a deep sultry moan she only hints at the passions igniting within her. Bill's hands caress up and down her arms bunching up the sleeves and pulling the front of her blouse taunt. A simple flick of his fingertip and the buttons escape their hole. He works his way down her blouse opening the final buttons while returning the same blazing passion of her kiss. Every suggestive stroke of Trish's tongue makes Bill's manhood swell and ache with a throbbing hardness. Breaking away from their kiss Bill struggles to catch his breath and holds back the urge rising from his balls. Entranced he watches as her ragged breaths swelled her breasts full and round. "God Trish, what are you doing to me woman?" Trish's devilish grin shows her pleasure in arousing him. She's enjoying him too much to allow common sense or even logic to interfere and gives Bill a provocative wink. "Ah hah! I have been lured by a sly temptress I see!" pulling her close he playfully swats her ass, but then kisses her pout away. "Give me a break, would you? I'm trying to prove I'm not a crazed lunatic, but baby, one more kiss like that and I'll be ripping your clothes off and having my way with you right where we stand!" Trish presses her body into him seductively so he feels the heat between them. Slowly raising her eyes demurely to meet his she purrs, "Promise?" Willingly Bill plunges deep into the lustful emerald pools he finds staring up at him. Pulling her tighter still so Trish can't miss his hardened desire pressing against her mound, with a deep husky voice laced with desire he replies, "Yes...I promise." The searing kiss Bill plants on Trish's lips leaves no doubt he's more than willing to satisfy her every need. As Trish's eyes flutter back open he sweeps her up into his arms. "Your bath awaits M'lady." Clinging to Bill's neck her surprised giggle sends delicious goose bumps along his arms. "My what?" "Oh my," Trish softly sighs as they enter the bath. The glowing warmth of the candles and alluring scent of roses ignites romantic thoughts only dreamed of. Trish smiles thinking, 'If I am dreaming, please don't wake me.' Sitting on the edge of the large tub, with Trish comfortably in his lap, Bill reaches to add hot water to the cooling bath. Sneaking a close look at her ardent lover, she studies the features of his face. Memorizing the straight line of his jaw, the slight slope of his nose, the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes where she finds that same steel grey stare that entranced her soul before. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she is met with his searching stare. She lowers her eyes and soft warmth radiates through her. "I love it when you blush." Bill's lips bend to kiss the bare shoulder his fingers have gingerly exposed. Cradled in his lap, Trish feels the material glide down to her elbows, first one side, and then the other; his hands gentle as they caress her skin with the lightest touch; his lips moist and breath warm as they ignite her senses. Bill reaches behind to turn the faucet off letting her fragrant hair caress his face. Watching, he sees his tiny vixen pull her shoulders back to ease her arms free of the blouse. The afforded view causes Bill a quick gasp of breath when both breasts jut out, pushing the hard pointed nipples against the lacy bra confining them. Trish's full mounds swell with each breath, deepening the cleavage that draws him nearer. That soft rosy blush turns crimson as he lowers his head to kiss the fullness of the breast at his lips and his hand reaches around to squeeze his fingers into the soft flesh of the other one. "God Trish, you're beautiful." After wet kisses to one and a caressing squeeze to the other Bill reluctantly releases his hold. Moving his hand slowly, he skillfully manipulates the hooks and moans his pleasure pulling the bra free and watching both luscious orbs unveiled. Trish lulls her head back as Bill draws the closest pearly pink nipple into his mouth. His lips feel hot and suck harder as she cradles his head to her bosom, encouraging him to suckle each one. She groans loudly when he lashes the excited nipples with the tip of his tongue. Sipping air through clenched teeth Trish pants holding off the building climax threatening to overtake her. "Sensitive aren't they?" Bill teases with a gentle pinch and tug to each nipple. "We'll have to remember to give them their equal share of attention." One last pinching tug for each draws a deep sensual moan from Trish and the nipples are no longer soft pearls, but hardened red points, torturously taunt and screaming to be soothed. Like a helpless plaything under his spell, Bill stands Trish between his legs and unfastens her skirt. Not a word between them as his hands glide down pulling her skirt and slip past her hips and letting them pool at her feet. Trish's pink softness feels delicate under his fingers as he gently plays against her skin over her smooth belly leading to the trimmed downy mound crowning the bare pink folds that conceal her treasure. Feasting his eyes on every sensuous curve, Bill gives an assisting hand as she steps into the tub. Standing to reach behind him, he grabs a hair tie from the counter and returns to collect her long silken tresses into a ponytail on top of her head. Combing back the few unruly tendrils with his fingers Bill leans close to brush his lips against her exposed neck. As if floating in a dream, Trish's relaxes into the bath as she allows her buoyancy to relieve the weight and tension from her muscles. Reclining with her head resting on the back of the tub she watches Bill closely. His intentions are clear as he quickly removes his dress shirt. The t-shirt underneath fits tight across his broad shoulders, but gives way easily as he grasps the bottom hem and pulls it up over his head. The strong muscles in Bill's arms flex with the effort. The upward thrust pulls his torso tight revealing the soft black curls on his chest that taper suggestively into a thin line leading to his belly button. Bill is mindless of his display, intent only on getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible. Trish stares taking in every movement; the quick motion of his belt separating and the button loosening the waist; every rasp of the zipper as it lowers; stifling a giggle as he dances from one foot to the other flipping, off his shoes and shaking his legs free of his slacks. Her eyebrow arches and an approving grin smiles up at him as he manages to pull both socks off and stands dressed only in black silk boxers. Seeing the unconscious wetting of Trish's lips as he removes his boxers and the rush of color that blushes her skin seeing his semi-hard manhood sets Bill's ego soaring. He's thinking 'all for you my love' as he urges her forward to lower his body behind her, his long legs caressing either side of her body. A lifetime of fantasies come alive for Trish as Bill sponges hot water over her shoulders watching rivulets pour down to trickle off her nipples. Soaping the sponge he traces her arms, her shoulders and her neck while her hands caress up and down his thighs under the water. He takes a breast into one hand and rubs the soapy sponge lightly over her engorged nipple making it even redder. The rough texture of the sponge pulls a low lusty groan from deep inside Trish. Lifting the weighty mounds Bill caresses the underside of each. Releasing the sponge he delights in the soapy feel of his hands mauling them. Pulling and tugging at each nipple pinched between his finger and thumb. Trish squirms and moans breathing rapidly under his merciless touch. He nudges her head to the side with his own and licks wet and wide up her neck savoring the feeling of her pulsing passion against his tongue. She melts willingly into his embrace, wanting so much to disappear inside of him. Bill feels Trish's body meld to his, so delicate and small. Naïve to the passion she holds. His heart swells and he yearns to hold her and keep her safe forever. Trish's eyes slowly rise to find him staring down at her. He pulls a stray strand of hair from her cheek saying, "I want you with every fiber of my being...more than I have ever wanted anything in my life...I need you Trish." Bill's strong arms roll her to lie against his reclining chest. His ankles lock around her legs and his hands cupping both butt cheeks to slide her forward against his hard aching member. His lips press hotly and his tongue plunges urgently taking her mouth fully and deeply, demanding she suckle and feed from his desire. Trish's fingers snake around his neck and she allows her sex to grind against Bill's hardness. Feeling his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass and sliding their bodies ever so slightly back and forth, working his steel hard shaft between the slick folds of her pussy. The kiss is deep and passionate but she pulls away grimacing at the roughness of his bearded stubble. Now it's Bill who blushes, rubbing his fingers over his chin realizing how he must be chafing her delicate skin. Unleashed Corporate Lust Ch. 02 She grabs a razor sitting in the corner of the tub along with a bar of soap, asking "May I?" with an expectant smile on her lips. Sitting up straight Bill positions Trish comfortably in his lap attempting to ignore his stiff rod pressed between them. "I don't know dear lady. Can you do this?" Soaping her hands into a lather Trish applies it smoothly to Bill's cheeks, chin and neck with a girlish giggle. "I use to shave my father when his hands became too feeble for the task." A glint in her eye and a sensual wiggle of her hips punctuate her voice as she continues, "Of course it was never quite this much fun!" With a quick kiss to his nose, reassuring smile, and she's down to the business at hand. Taking great care to pull the skin tight, she pays close attention to every stroke. As Trish shaves him, Bill slowly reclines his body placing his face within easy reach of her gentle hands. She straddles her knees on either side of him and holding her ass Bill glides her lithe body effortlessly back and forth along his growing shaft. At one time Bill's bulging knob nudged roughly into her swollen clit causing her to jump with the razor held at his vulnerable neck. Trish gasps sharply and bends to kiss his lips. "You're making it very difficult for me to concentrate!" Bill's teasing eyes smile into hers, "Then I suggest you hurry up!" Both share a knowing laugh and Trish finishes with the last few strokes. Using a soft cloth she rinses away the remaining soap and sits back in his lap, "How does that feel?" Rubbing his chin he teases, "Hmmmmm, let's see." And with no warning Bill pulls Trish tightly to him and nuzzles his face fiercely between her breasts making her squeal with delight. "Mmmmmmmm, feels perfect to me!" his sheepish grin stretches from ear to ear as Trish swats at his head to make him stop the ticklish torture. Holding her firmly, Bill rises, standing them both up out of the tepid water. "C'mon, before we are both prunes!" He steps from the bath and opens a large towel for Trish as he watches her glistening form step into it. She wraps it tightly around herself and tucks the end at her breasts. Watching Bill briskly rub his own towel up and down his masculine form Trish takes it from him to reach the moisture clinging to his back where he couldn't reach. Turning back around Bill lifts her up into his arms and carries Trish to the bed. Laying her down gently he pulls her hair free so it spills over the pillow. A gentle tug of the towel and it spreads open, her naked vulnerability displayed before him. Bill doesn't conceal his pleasure and allows his eyes to drink in all her beauty. Lifting the rose from the duvet, he uses it to silently caress her skin. Watching Trish's eyes he waits for them to divulge the slightest response as he discovers all her hidden places he wants to explore. Trish revels in the way the silken touch of the petals ignite the surface of her skin. The ticklish sensation as it circles her nipples and caresses the sides of her breasts, making her belly flutter with that maddening tingle that radiates to the very center of her being. Bill continues down her belly and lightly brushes the downy curl of her mound watching her legs twinge and thighs tighten knowing his eyes are feasting on her nudity. The supple arch of her body as the rose travels down the back of her knee reveals the sensitivity there. Gliding the rose back up the inside of Trish's thighs, Bill stops where they are pressed tight. Unrelenting swirling circles of the rose urging her thighs to relax and open until finally they part and the folded petals of her pleasure are revealed. Sitting on the edge of the bed Bill pulls her one knee up to his lips spreading the other leg wide. Using the rose he teases her clit to peek from under its hood and watches her arousal glisten dewy moisture on her shaved lips as she opens herself to him. Bill's touch is maddening slow and sensually deliberate to tease Trish to the very limit of her endurance. Her hands reach out to caress him. Her need so primitive causing her body to beg for more. A whimpering purr pulls his lips to consume hers. Powerless, she feels his hands at her waist pulling her to the edge of the bed where he is now looming over her. Bill's lust filled voice bends to her ear and licking it roughly he declares, "You are mine!" Like a puppet at his mercy Trish's legs are pulled up to rest on Bill's shoulders where his caressing hands and lips take their liberties. Thrusting his hips forward, this cock teases the entrance of her folds. Leaning into her body, pressing against her legs he slowly enters watching her eyes boldly locked to his. Working his thick knob in and out the juicy sounds of her arousal fill the air along with the wanton scent of her musk threatening his control. The torturous arousal of Bill's touch...the teasing slowness as he enters, has Trish raising her hips and bucking against his body to feel more of him. He hides a roguish smile feeling her need and with one lunge, impales her onto his rock hard cock. The thick meaty girth that is him spreading her wide and conquering the very depths of her. Trish moans loudly and presses him tighter to her still, needing Bill's full weight to grind her hips up against. Her pussy muscles clench him tight like a vise while her fingers dig into his shoulders. Bill feels his cock sucked into the hot moist confinement and is content to hold his cock buried inside while feeling her gyrating hips rise up to press tight and swirl her hardened clit against his pubic hair between them. Trish's breathing becomes more ragged and pleading moans urge Bill on. Capturing her lust filled gaze he pulls his hips back only to plunge inside, deep, pounding into her body again and again. Their hammering sounds brutal in the ruthless orgy they submit too. Her tiny ass bounces wildly to piston his cock in and out of herself deeper and harder as she climbs to climax. Bill's lips bend to suckle Trish's jiggling tit and latch the nipple between his teeth savagely. With an earnest growl of raw possession he sends her soaring over the edge. He watches her tortured expression as wave after wave of orgasm undulates through her body with his raging cock thrusting deep sending her higher and higher. He wills his tightening balls not to succumb and plunders her gushing hot juices as they bathe his throbbing length and slapping balls. Slowing his assault as she floats back to him, Bill gently massages Trish's legs as he lays them back down. His throbbing manhood slips noisily from her puffy lips and she flinches as he bends his lips to gently kiss her throbbing clit, "Nnnnnoooooooo" Trish screams breathless but Bill's arms trap her down and hold her helpless to his hungry mouth. Her fingers desperately pull at his hair finding the pleasure so intense it hurts. Bill's tongue twirls around the engorged clit, soothing the sensitive throbbing and calming her fight. Thankfully Trish's hands loosen the grip threatening to yank Bill's head bald. Her bare pussy lips feel satiny as he licks eagerly, lapping up all her sweet nectar. Soon Trish is cooing and pushing Bill's face closer as his tongue darts in and out of her opening. His tongue rakes roughly over her clit before he pulls it between his lips and suckles hard, holding her squirming body firmly to his mouth with both hands. Her hips rise off the bed pressing herself into him lewdly making incoherent guttural sounds as she thrashes uncontrollably locking his head between her thighs as another orgasm takes her. Suffocating in bliss Bill rides out her wild passion pulling every ounce of pleasure from her throbbing clit. A final cry shivers through Trish as she falls limp from her abyss. Bill crawls up beside her and takes her lovingly in his arms. She melts warmly into his caress unaware she is only allowed a brief respite before his meandering fingers find there way between her legs and play in the warm juiciness they find there. Trish knows her body is spent and allows Bill his folly as her cheek rests against his fast beating heart. He slips two fingers in and out of her enjoying her slick moist heat. His fingertips curling around finally discover their purpose and start rubbing slow circles over the soft sweet spot they have found. Trish feels the pleasure and works her hips enjoying the new sensations his fingers are causing. Bill applies more pressure as his fingers rub the hardening ridges faster. "oh!...Oh!!...OH!!!" Trish gasps with the intensity and looses her breath as her mouth opens to a silent scream. Shocked and helpless her body shudders fiercely as his fingers plunge in and out, ravaging her sweet spot to force another orgasm from her. Left quivering, Trish pulls herself into a ball in Bill's arms and pants breathlessly unable to talk. A chuckle heard deep in his chest makes her look up at his prideful face. Bill holds his juicy wet fingers to his lips where Trish pulls them greedily to her own and begins a slow sensual sucking to lick them all clean. The scent of her own arousal and the salty taste of her cum filling her with a renewed energy as she enjoys this insatiable hunger he has unleashed within her. Bill watches Trish devour her own scent. Enjoying the warmth of her mouth sucking each finger and the caress of her tongue makes his neglected cock throb. He reaches with his other hand to pull her closer and Trish squirms out of his reach giggling from an intoxicated euphoria she has yet to know. Bill reaches out a hand begging her back, "Come here my kitten and let me pleasure you some more." Crawling on all fours with the sleekness of a tigress Trish smirks away Bill's vision of a meek kitten and she stretches her body seductively, crouching her shoulders low to drag her inflamed nipples along the bed sheet while her fingernails playfully claw at his belly. Carefully raking downward with a teasing touch she scratches the length of his aroused cock and his loose ball sack, causing him to draw a quick breath and tense his leg muscles as the pleasure sears him to the bone. Trish's hips sway suggestively, gliding her thighs together with the juicy warmth of their lovemaking. Her lips kiss Bill's cock as her face nudges it away only to have it spring back for another wet, wide lick. Without using her hands she nuzzles and caresses his sex against her face. Kissing and licking while she explores him with her tongue unable to contain her passion. Bill reaches out and grasps her thigh firmly with one hand and his cock with the other. He rubs his swollen cockhead across her pouty lips while his hand teases up and down the inside of her thigh barely flicking her clit with a fingertip each time. Bill squeezes his shaft and paints Trish's lips with his oozing pre-cum tempting her to lap it up. Her tongue is hot and moist as it swirls over his sensitive knob and when the tip of it darts inside his slit trying to get every drop he groans with need. "Please suck me Trish" is his pleading command as the veins bulge and throb around his shaft. Trish's greedy lips slip over Bill's knob and force his hand away as they slide down to take as much of him as she can. Bobbing her head up and down a few times she lets her mouth get him slick with saliva. Now her lips glide over his skin easily while she sucks him down deep. Willing her throat to relax, Trish concentrates her efforts stuffing more and more of Bill's thick meaty cock into her mouth. He seems so huge, much more than the seven inches she guessed. It's his girth that has her lips stretched to the limit and her throat bulging with each plunge. She sucks with a determination to devour him down and with each plunge manages to feel him go deeper until finally he's hitting the soft pillowy glands in the back of her throat and her nose is tickling his pubic hair while her chin nuzzles his balls. She lets out a muffled moan of conquest that vibrates up his shaft causing him to clench his ass muscles and fight back the erupting pleasure swelling inside him. "Oh baby, you do that so good." Bill strokes the inside of her thigh again this time pushing two fingers up inside her slick pussy and lets his thumb press against her clit. Working the three back and forth he matches the rhythm of Trish's sucking lips on his raging hard cock. Bill is fucking her with his fingers at the same time he fucks her mouth, loosing himself in the pleasure. The juicier Trish gets the harder and faster she sucks. Her head bobbing up and down as fast as her hips are humping against his fingers. Bill's ragged breath pants heavily and his own hips pump his cock in and out of her hot mouth. Her tight swollen lips sucking with a flurry of lust he's never known. Trish plunges him deep and swallows, allowing the muscles in her throat to milk his raging hard cock with a suction that threatens to turn his balls inside out. Bill groans loudly and howls, "I'm cummmmming baby" is his hoarse cry as Bill spews jet after jet of hot milky cum to splash down Trish's throat. Her wet lips slurp hungrily up and down his erupting cock swallowing and gulping and sucking to force every drop from him. Mindless of drinking his gift, Trish only sees bright lights exploding behind her eyeballs as Bill's hand pinches her clit tightly to her pubic bone and she erupts with another orgasm. They cling together while they soar oblivious in their ecstatic realm and then slowly settle back down to the safety of each other's arms. With their bodies spooned tightly together Bill strokes Trish's hair and kisses her neck. No words are needed. Each feels the labored breath of the other and pounding heartbeats thundering between them and welcomes the restful moment feeling content to slip into blissful sleep. Neither has realized they crossed the threshold into the intimate melding of souls. More intense than mere lust...deeper than passion; they have soared to where breath and heartbeats exchange places and two souls are joined. Predestined by a power far greater than them, love is borne. Bill dreams in the delight of Trish arousing him as they explore every fantasy together. He sees them discovering a feast of the purest ecstasy he has ever experienced. His arms holding her tight are a comfort for Trish. Their night of lovemaking has fed her withered soul and she feels renewed as she slips into a deep sleep. The slamming of the door against the wall wakes Trish in a panic. Bolting up from the pillow her worse nightmare glares back from across the room. The lit hallway shows the murderous rage torturing her ex's face. She barely notices the revolver before it fires. Her terrified scream is suffocated as her face is slammed into the pillow. Her lover's anguished cry the final sound she ever hears from his lips, as he shoves her down and shields her from her fate. Trish lays there pinned and trembling, but finally aware it's only a dream. The same accursed memory that haunts her whenever she allows her heart to feel again. The soft warmth of Bill's breath against her neck calms her but she lays awake the rest of the night held in his arms wishing just this once it could be different. Bill wakes to an early dawn emitting a low moan finding his manhood buried inside the warmth of Trish's mouth. Her lips sliding up and down bringing him to full hardness as her hand gently caresses his balls. Trish relinquishes her grasp grudgingly as Bill pulls her up into a loving kiss. Rolling her onto her back, he forces his outstretched body between her legs. Bending his lips to hers for a lustful kiss as his hard cock easily finds her opening and plunges in. His swift movements causing such a surprised look on Trish's face that Bill smiles a devilish grin, "Good Morning beautiful" and proceeds to take her with slow deep thrusts. Bill finds her body aroused with her depths a molten hot sheath to slide into. The sensation almost overwhelms him and Trish sees him holding back. With her body on fire and her need great she locks her ankles around his buttocks, and digging both heals in sharply she plunges his powerful thrust deep...again and again, urging him on. Raising her hips higher so their body's slam together she lets out a long moan writhing under him in orgasmic bliss as he fills her with his searing hot semen. Bill flops onto his side next to Trish, pulling her close for soft kisses as they both catch their breath. "Now that's the way to start a Good Morning!" Bill tries to tickle her as she quickly squirms out of his reach. A loud tummy rumble from Bill makes them both crack up laughing. "Okay, I'm hungry" Bill admits, "In fact, I'm starved! And I think rather than having room service cart an entire kitchen full of food up here we should go down for a good hot breakfast." "Besides, it'll give me a chance to shower and change clothes. What do you say; we meet in the restaurant downstairs in one hour?" With an agreeable nod of her head, Trish sits hugging her knees under the rumpled sheet and watches Bill dress. Putting on his slacks Bill finds his shoes and slips them onto his bare feet. Buttoning his shirt he tucks it in before grabbing his jacket. Satisfied he is in some semblance of decency. He combs his hand through his hair and leans down to retrieve his socks. Stuffing them into his pocket he discovers Trish's panties. Pulling them out, Bill dangles them from his fingertip teasingly, "Remember these?" Trish's crimson cheeks flush quickly as she lunges to get them from him with a determined squeal. Her short stature is no match and he easily pulls them out of her reach. "If you're really good I might let you have them back. Now hurry and get ready and stop this dallying woman!" with a playful swat to her naked ass he pulls her into a deep loving kiss. Trish melds to his body and looses herself in his caress. Bill pulls away with a sheepish grin, knowing if he doesn't go he never will. Reluctant to release him, Trish keeps their outstretched fingertips locked just long enough to meet his gaze. She feigns a smile, hiding the knowledge she is really saying... 'Goodbye love'. ~~~~ Two hours later Bill's voice bellows, as his fist slams into the reception counter his rage quickly turning his neck a deep purplish red. "What the hell do you mean 'CHECKED OUT!" Bill had arrived at the hotel restaurant a few minutes early and didn't think anything of Trish taking a little extra time before joining him. But as the clock ticked by and minutes became an hour he went to the reception desk to call her room. The young lad behind the counter was keeping his distance while he tried to explain that he had called the cab himself and saw her leave not forty minutes ago. "Fine!" storming toward the bar feeling betrayed and used, Bill growls under his breath, 'Damn women, fuck them all to hell!' It takes a few straight shots of bourbon before his anger begins to subside and the remorse sets in. He could make no sense of any of it. Waving the bartender over for another refill he reaches for his cell phone. When a man answers the other end Bill moves his drink to a secluded table in the corner. "Harry, it's me, Bill. I need that favor you owe me." In hushed tones he completes his call and then drains his glass in one final gulp. ~~~~ Trish's return to work at the ad agency was uneventful. Always being quiet as she diligently went about her job, no one noticed her silent reserve. The conference had been a huge success and the entire corporation had been busy the past two weeks trying to absorb the new accounts. As the lead Accounts Director for the past eight years, Trish was expected to line up the right team to give new accounts the detailed attention they would need. Then, together with the team, she would work out a timeline that she monitored closely to keep them on track. Her reputation for getting things accomplished smoothly and being capable of surmounting any hurdles made her a valuable asset to the company. Unleashed Corporate Lust Ch. 02 Today Trish didn't feel valuable...she just felt tired and having to force a pleasant smile was wearing her down. As hard as she tried she just couldn't get back any enthusiasm for anything. It was like all joy was ripped away leaving her life empty and futile. She knew she was only going through the motions and didn't even care. The phone rings at her desk causing another silent groan. Hearing its Mr. Fields asking her to step into his office to meet a new client she thinks, 'Just let me get through one more day.' Donning a smile and professional front, she enters the office with a warm greeting, "Mr. Fields, you called for me? " "Yes Ms. Nelson. I would like you to meet William Anderson. Bill, this is Trish Nelson." Bill turns from the bookcase where he stood with his back to Trish and is concerned by her shock as he steps up to greet her. He shakes her hand while supporting her at the elbow seeming to innocently assist her to the couch. Actually he watches the color drain from her face leaving her a ghastly white and thinks she best sit before she faints dead away. Mr. Fields rambles on with polite introductions as he fills his brief case and prepares to leave for an important meeting he's already late for. "George, don't let me hold you up any longer." Bill says, "I'm sure Ms. Nelson will be more than helpful in your absence. I'll get back to you about those details tomorrow." With a wave and the closing of the door Trish is alone, feeling trapped with Bill. She trembles even though he shows no malice. Only a warm smile crosses his lips as he sits next to her. She blinks back the rising tears threatening to burst. Beginning to squirm under his stare she stutters an attempt to speak and he hushes her with a single finger placed to her lips. "I told you once Trish, that you are the only one who can help me make sense of what is happening to us. That hasn't changed." Unable to bear her guilty shame, Trish lowers her eyes from his questioning gaze. Undaunted he takes her chin and lifts her face again, forcing her to meet his razor sharp glare. Now he shows her his conviction tinged with a serious edge, yet keeps his voice low and even, "You owe me an explanation Trish." She holds back the threatening tears but can't prevent her lower lip from quivering. The lump in her throat makes speech impossible. Bill's heart aches seeing her helplessness, her brimming eyes pleading with him. He senses her energies trying desperately to pull away from him and he knows what he must do. Rising abruptly Bill pulls her to stand before him. His hand at the small of her back pushes her toward the door ahead of him. Emerging from the office he asks where her wrap is and she points a hesitant finger toward her desk where a sweater is slung across the back of the chair. Making a quick detour he routes them close enough to snatch it up and places it over her shoulders. "Come on. The boss said you are taking me to lunch!" and giving her little choice he guides her with an insistent hand pushing at the small of her back. Trish allows him to shove her toward her fate. She knows she deserves his wrath. In fact she'd feel better if he'd just scream or beat her and get it over with. Bill smiles inwardly, seeing the doomed look on her face as if she were being led to the gallows. In a way she deserves some discomfort for the way she had done him. But then a softer part aches inside and wants to hold her close to kiss every tear away. Reaching the lobby and exiting the building she turns to him. The open safety and warmth of the sun strengthens her courage and she snaps firmly, "Where are we going?" "You'll see." is the only answer she gets from his hard steel eyes as Bill raises his arm and waves to the chauffeur pulling to the curb. By the time they travel across the walkway the chauffeur has parked and walked around to open the rear door. Trish finds herself being ushered inside the plush leather interior and hears the driver given instructions but the destination is spoken quietly and she can't discern what it was. Feeling suddenly crowded she scoots farther away from Bill, sitting up straight and concentrating on her hands folded in her lap. With a deep breath she prepares for his rage. Demanding her full attention, he moves to sit opposite her. Leaning forward he locks his eyes with hers and takes both her trembling hands into his. With a gentle warm squeeze he asks, "Tell me why you ran Trish." His voice is tender but she hears the hurt and answers with barely a whisper, "I had to. You don't even know me Bill. If you did, you would know I'm no good for you. You're better off without me bringing trouble to your life." With her confession complete she jerks her hands free and refuses to meet his stare. Bill's brow creases into a deep frown as he reaches into the compartment beside his seat. Removing a thick manila envelope he pulls out a yellowed newspaper page and slaps it down hard into her lap. Trish's body involuntarily jumps at his swift movement and fearful eyes dart quickly to his. Bill's voice is controlled but sends chills through her spine, cringing at the unmistakable disgust. "Are you going to let a slime like him dictate your life?" Her eyes blink wide glancing down to relive the terror as she looks into the face of her ex, photographed as he was led from the courthouse. The bold headline reported the sentence of life in prison for killing her fiancé eight years ago. Shoving the paper off her lap like it's a poisonous snake her brimming eyes search Bill's, "You know?" her trembling lips ask and he nods his head. Emotions well up and Trish clenches her fists feeling anger at Bill for forcing this confrontation. She has spent years putting this terrible nightmare behind her. Why did he have to come along and make her give in to these damnable passions? Feeling nothing was better than feeling this. Yet its Trish's guilt since walking out on Bill that weighs heavy on her heart, gnawing at her conscience. Especially now, seeing the hurt and confusion in his eyes, Trish can't deny the pain she caused him. She hated leaving him the way she did. He at least deserves to know why. Like a dam bursting, her tears flow, wrenching from her the guilt and shame locked up inside. "I...I'm...sorry," broken and shattered, Trish tries to convince Bill why he's better off without her. She admits she shamefully took her pleasure from him and leaving him like that was unforgivably cruel. Then goes on to tell him she suffered the same loss denying herself the first true passions she had shared in so many years. She sobs out the horrid story of stupid mistakes that cost her years of abuse. Even after breaking free, her ex-husband stalked her, threatening the cruelest things to make sure she lived every moment in fear. Trish managed to move away from her ex, leaving the East Coast for good. A new name and a new job gave her hope to build a new life. She found real love and planned to marry had it not been for her vengeful ex plotting her demise. He tracked her down and burst in finding her sleeping soundly with her intended and thought to kill her then and there. But her lover shielded her from that fateful bullet and gave up his own life to save hers. Bill stroked his loving hand through Trish's hair and let her pour out all the bent up fear and misplaced guilt she was harboring all these years. Most of what she said was incoherent through her sobs. But Bill had read the reports his friend had uncovered. The court transcripts and photos submitted in evidence left little out telling the vile tortures that man had put Trish through. He understood how that final atrocity shattered her heart; making the pain so great she never wanted to love again. "Trish, look at the strength you have already shown overcoming those challenges." Bill's words were soft and tender, pulling her to sit beside him. "You can't give him the power to deny you happiness now." Placing a kiss against her salty, tear stained cheek; he waits for her to look at him. Pinning her eyes to his gaze so she knows to the marrow of her bones his words are true, "Trish, I won't allow him to rob me of you!" his lips descend and their kiss is loving and intimate, sealing their commitment. Wrapped safe in his arms, Trish trusts he's strong enough to hold her love. She sees her own strength reflected in his eyes and wants to believe love is possible again. Her breath slows with a deep cleansing sigh as the realization fills her that she isn't alone any longer. Feeling her catching her breath and calming, Bill reaches across to retrieve the old newspaper and shoves it back inside the large manila envelope before holding it suspended in the air before them. "Do you know what this is Trish?" dangling it with the corner caught between his finger and thumb, "It's the nightmares you are so afraid of; it's that terrified life you ran away from; it's every photo of every bloodied bruise; it's every ugly terrifying thing you have been ashamed of." Thrusting it toward Trish, Bill continues, "Trish! It's all the reasons you stopped loving." She pulls away throwing her hands up to push the memories from her. "No, please. I don't want to go through it all again." Feeling the car come to a stop, Bill smiles at her reassuringly, "Good! Now prove it." Opening the car door Trish shields her eyes from the bright sun as Bill exits and pulls her out behind him. She finds they are standing on a bluff high above a rushing river. She clings to Bill with the height seeming to swallow her up. "Trish!" Bill raises his voice to be heard above the wind and roar of the river. He turns Trish to face him, giving her shoulders a gentle shake to pull her gaze from the river below. "Trish, please listen to me." Her eyes seem to search his, wanting to trust the undeniable love she sees there. "Darling, it's time to start living again; time to start believing in us." He presses the envelope to her chest and forces her trembling hands to hold it there. With one last pleading request Bill steps back knowing she must do this on her own. "Just let it go Trish..." Bill sees the turmoil in her eyes, but it's the love Trish sees reflected in his that gives her the added courage to step to the edge of the bluff. She hesitates, saying a silent prayer before flinging the envelope far out into the raging water. The wind whips her auburn hair in one wild swirl before it falls over shaking shoulders to hide her bowed head. Bill's world stands frozen until he hears Trish's laughter as she raises her face back up to the sun. Rich, golden laughter that sings from a heart set free. Those emerald eyes flash brightly as Trish reaches for Bill, their laughter combining to fill the air. The world gains two souls sharing the same breath and the same heartbeat. Standing steadfast in love, they now know they will always share the same strength as well. Unleashed Desire It is a cool, dark night. The frogs are chirping. The air smells of the distant ocean and pine. She is walking home from work through the woods on a familiar path she has taken a hundred times. An owl hoots in the distance. Coyotes yip too far away to even bother worrying. She is completely at ease, letting the noises and smells lull her in a deep dreamy state as she puts her body on auto-pilot. A cool wind blows and she tucks in her jacket. She was sure it was only supposed to get warmer tonight. That's what the weather station had said, anyways. She shrugs off the sudden chill and continues on her path. A twig breaks to her right. And another. She remembers the yipping coyotes and wonders if she ought to have worried sooner when she was closer to the city limits. She still had a good mile to walk. Twigs keep snapping as if whatever she heard was keeping pace with her in the woods. This was not good. She knew this tactic - she is being hunted. Stalked. She will soon become something's prey. She is tempted to take out her phone and call her husband, but she knew the light of the phone would only attract more predators. Besides, he would never stop scoffing over the fearless hunter woman, being scared by a playful squirrel in the woods. It would become the joke for the rest of their lives. She dreaded the thought. Another twig breaks. The urge to run is almost unbearable but she holds her ground. She knows running will only trigger hunt mode. Instead she works on breathing and continuing on. Half a mile until she is home. The twigs seemed to have stopped breaking. Her nerves calm down and she gives herself a pat on the back. The wind shifts and the clouds open up to a full moon. Her path is lit up. She feels closer to home as she sees the lights in the distance. A sigh of relief escapes her lips. She is almost home. As if right next to her ear, a deafening howl sounded through the night. She looked to her right, the direction of the terrifying sound. She made eye contact with the glowing green eyes of the wolf. She could not help her instincts this time - she ran. She heard the growl behind her. She heard its running feet. She heard it leap. She ducked and turned, poising herself for a fight. She faced her stalker. The moon lit up the wolf's face and body in a most terrifying way. He was huge! His head was up to her chest, his body sleek and smooth. His teeth were bared. His growl was deafening. The glowing green eyes did nothing to help the terror welling up inside her, either. Still, she was a fearless hunter! She would fight. Predator and prey circled each other. She bared her teeth and growled at him. When he leaped at her, she grabbed his throat and pushed him away but he came back quicker than she could anticipate. She ducked to avoid another blow and barely escaped - he nicked her shoulder and ripped open her shirt. They circled each other again. The adrenaline, her bare skin and the cool air must be doing something to her mind because she felt a powerful surge of lust. She felt powerful and cocky. She felt sexual. The wolf lunged again as the clouds shifted in the sky. She threw him to the ground and heard the sickening sounds of bones snapping. She thought she'd won. The moon no longer lit up the fight, but she definitely only threw him down once. Bones kept snapping and cracking, the wolf howling and grunting in pain. She was too transfixed by the transformation to do the smart thing and run home. Within a few seconds, this terrifying wolf turned into a more terrifying half man. He got up on two legs, panting from the transformation. He smiled at her. Before she even realized what was happening, he lunged for her and pinned her to the ground. He bit into her neck and she fought against him. Pain pierced through her body. She felt her pants rip away from her body. She screamed, punching the wolf and trying to push the beast off of her. She thought she had succeeded when he let her go and she started running away. He lunged onto her back, pushing her down and biting her shoulder again. The pain was intense but almost immediately forgotten, marred in comparison to the girth that entered her loins as the wolf mounted her. The wolf-man thrust into her. His girth matched the wolf's massive size. He was too big for her but she was too weak in comparison to this strong beast. His power was overwhelming. He took her by force but she felt compelled to obey. She relaxed her body and let him fill her willingly, letting the pleasure overwhelm her body. He kept his bite on her shoulder as he fucked her. He growled in her ear. He stretched her so completely she could feel the veins of his dick grind the walls of her pussy even as he fucked her harder. Every thrust sent her higher into bliss. She climaxed on him, releasing against him. She climaxed again and again, every one of her climaxes causing the wolf-man to bite into her harder. Fuck her harder. The clouds shifted. The moon shined down on them. His body went rigid as he began his transformation. She felt his body shift against her. His girth grows inside her. His full power was released on her pussy, every muscle tense as he thrust into her and she screamed from her entire body convulsing in pleasure. Blood dripped down her chest as the wolf's teeth tore into her shoulder. She felt the wolf's seed explode inside her. The seed was hot and heavy in her loins as the wolf dismounted. She lay panting on the ground as the wolf howled and scuttled away. Half a shirt on and naked from the waist down, she crawled the rest of the way home. She was dizzy with pain. She felt like hot liquid was put in an IV and stuck in the wound on her shoulder, coursing through the rest of her body. She was in the front yard of her house when she blacked out from the pain. The last thing she saw was her husband running to her side The next month was a blur. She remembered lots of beeping sounds. She remembered IVs, nurses and doctors prodding her. She remembered her husband's hand on her cheek, his lips on her forehead, his head on my stomach and his snoring as he slept in the same room with her for weeks. She remembers being in and out of consciousness, her scent and hearing increasing. She remembers hearing the flap of a butterfly's wings outside the window. She remembers the smell of boiling water in the cafeteria, half a hospital away. She remembers the overwhelming smell of blood, infection, medicines and sickness that permeated the well bleached halls of the hospital. She remembers screaming, crying, doctors laughing and nurses joking about patients. She remembers her husband's stench as he refused to leave her side even for a second. She awoke fully to this smell, the first words to her husband was he needed a shower BAD! He laughed and cried, called the nurses and kissed her passionately. After many tests, medications, forms and more prodding from doctors, I was released the very next day. I was seemingly good as new. The scar on my shoulder was healing, my husband explained about my rape and how worried he'd been and how it had been almost an entire month since the whole thing happened. 28 days had gone by. The full moon She sat in the living room arm chair reading thoughtfully while her husband fussed around her like a mother hen. She smiled up at him, her once piercing blue eyes now emerald green. The doctors had explained that sudden shocks could cause drastic changes in appearance. She shooed him away and turned the page in her book slowly. The wind rustled in the bushes outside the open window. She could hear an owl flapping above the house. Her husband's heart beat frantic and worried. She looked out the window across the grassland that led to the wood. The greenery was bathed in the orange glow of the dying evening sun. A scent on the wind snapped her neck around to face the edge of the wood; a large black shadow was visible on the outskirts of the trees. She could smell the big male wolf's scent on the wind; his musky smell put her in mind of lion's cages at the zoo, sweaty and powerful. Her mind wandered back to the night he had claimed her, his massive member had torn into her and bought her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. She could feel her pussy moistening at the very thought, guilty she looked over at her husband who fucked her like an animal whenever he could. As hard and as powerful as he took her, it was nothing compared to the raw predatory assault she had endured. Damn! Her pussy was practically soaked now, she was glad she was downwind from the wolf or he would surely race over at her sultry feminine odor and claim her again, husband be damned. No! How could she even think that! She loved her man with all her soul and he had always sated her before. The sun was low now, only half of it was visible on the horizon. The moon would be shining brightly on the other side of the house. Her panties were soaked through. She looked over longingly at the wolf. She couldn't see him anymore but she could still smell him on the breeze. She could tell her husband she needed a walk in the cool evening breeze? No! Being raped was one thing, but offering herself up was quite another. Her body shuddered slightly at the thought, though; the wolf's massive form on hers, his powerful giant cock pounding into her, his warm fertile seed buried deep in her womb. "Mmm," she sighed and closed her eyes at the thought. His thick creamy cum had filled her and spilt out of her pussy and mixed with her own juices. She had been curious, licking it from her fingers as she crawled home. It had tasted sublime! A long deep howl began from the woods. It echoed out across the grassland and vibrated through her body. Yes, he was calling to her, calling for her body, yearning to satisfy her every craven lustful desire. Itching to bury himself inside of her once again and possess her body as only he could. She bit her lip. She felt her body responding, compelling her to go to him. She could imagine being naked on all fours and offering herself to his manhood, a sacrifice for his power. A soft moan escaped her lips at the thought, but her eyes snapped open. No! She had a male! He was perfect and doted on her, he made love to her when she needed and fucked her hard when he desired. She looked over at him fondly; he was sitting on the couch near to her reading his own book. "It's getting chilly" she remarked getting up to close the window. Before it shut completely another yearning howl called out in the distance, reaching her ears and shuddering across her spine. She slammed the window shut and locked it tight. It wouldn't stop the male wolf if he would smash straight through it and claim her as his own. She scolded herself for wishing that he would and closed the curtains. The moon, which was now high in the sky, appeared from behind the house and bathed the now shut window in its light. Her husband lit a fire and built it up. Soon a roaring fire bathes the living room in dancing shadows and heat. She smiled and switched the lights off; taking his hand she pulled him down onto the soft animal skin rug in front of the fire. She kissed him passionately letting her tongue roll over his and her hands stroked his back. He kissed back more forcefully then he usually would. She could smell his arousal and feel his sexual frustration through his skin. A month was the longest he'd gone without taking her, after all. Perhaps he would be fierce and strong, powerfully thrust himself into her like the male wolf had. Her mind strayed back to that night as his hands fondled and caressed her under her dress. His searching fingers found her sweet spot under her panties and he began to forcefully finger fuck her while he bit into her shoulder. She responded to his thrusts willingly and groaned in pleasure as his teeth sank into her flesh. He was going full tilt at her; she could feel his animal side bubbling to the surface. She grinned and pulled at his trousers. She took his shaft into her hand she pumped him thoroughly. Letting his moderate size fill her palm she sighed, remembering the wolf's cock. It had stretched her to breaking point. Massive, its veins bulged against its skin as it had slid in and out of her willing body. Yes! She could still smell him; his scent had overpowered her at the open window. Yes! She would please her husband then go and find her true male; he wouldn't go far from her. He would be waiting for her to find him and let him bend her body in every way possible just so she could feel his power inside of her again. His balls resting on her ass filled with his virile enriched seed. Mmm yes! Her libido shrieked with pleasure at the thought. She fixed her emerald eyes on her husband and smiled seductively at him. Slipping out of her clothes she wrapped a leg around his back and slipped onto his cock, an arm rested on his shoulder for leverage as she began to violently bounce on his erection. The feeling of his girth inside of her was good, wonderful even, her new senses could feel every tingle, and every ripple in his member as it sped up and down inside of her. She groaned and growled in pleasure as she rocked on top of him. He bathed his thick cock in her warm nectar. His balls bubbled underneath her; she could feel his seed preparing for release. That feeling of anticipation alone was enough to push her over the edge, with a feeling like a pot being overflowed in her womb she released on top of him and fell backwards before he could explode himself. She spun around onto all fours and backed onto his waiting cock. His hands fell onto her hips as he began to thrust against her violently. Yes! Yes! It was sooooo close; he was almost taking her to a new high. She responded by arching her back and pushing back against every thrust. His hands closed around her hips and he thrust viciously against her. She almost screamed at the passion of his penetration. Her legs were lifted off the ground then slammed back to earth; she growled and groaned in pure pleasure, arching her back she pushed herself against his every thrust. She could feel his passion through his loins as his balls slapped against her. "Harder" she grunted as he pulled her into him. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh as he assaulted her with everything he had. Her knees weren't even touching the floor anymore as he held her like a wheelbarrow and gave it his all. A weird feeling vibrated through her body, shaking her slightly, when she realized the male wolf was howling for her again. She could feel him through the house. No! She thought as her males thick cock slammed into her, leave me alone! The feeling was intense, the male wolf's passion and power vibrated through her as she imagined the beast pacing up and down on the forest's edge, its massive erect stiff cock hanging between its legs. She could barely contain herself. She screamed out, "Oh god! Yes! Yes! I want it! I want it so bad! Please, I want that seed deep inside me!" at the top of her lungs, arching her back to the intense desire inside her. Her husband grinned behind her and thrust harder against her. Of course he thought I was screaming to him! Her husband's powerful dominance took her higher and higher but her mind stayed firmly on the wolf. Her shoulder burned as she remembered the searing pain. She could almost feel its powerful muscular frame mounting her back. She could feel that purest pleasure when it had conquered her. She longed for the unquestionable desire he had brought forth from her. Her husband's violent thrusting was nothing to the savage unrelenting pace of the wolf's aggressive dominance of her body. But most of all her thoughts stayed on its cock. The huge, glistening phallus extended up between its legs. Muscular, thick, and potent it will be coated in pre cum, ready to penetrate her savagely again. The thought released her again. She screamed out again and again. She writhed and shook. She convulsed and spasms on her husband's erection. She collapsed forward, gasping for air as she felt him release his own seed deep into her nether; it felt warm and safe as she felt it slide down her cervix. She sighed heavily as he fell on top of her and milked his cock inside of her before withdrawing. That was without question the greatest climax he had ever given her but it just wasn't enough. The wolf howl sounded close to house. She was still hungry for more. "I love you." Her husband whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck. Her eyes welled with tears. How could she even think about another man while he had always taken care of everything she needed? She kissed his arm lovingly then led him up to bed. She rode him on their soft mattress gently, making love to her kind and sweet man before they fell asleep in each other's arms. She awoke with a start and glanced at the red LED on the digital clock next to the bed, it was just past twelve. She rolled out from under her husband's grasp, rose from the bed and stretched, completely naked as she strode over to the big bay window. She opened the curtains and flung them open. She enjoyed the feel of the cool night air on her naked skin. She placed her hands on the window sill and leaned out into the night, the moon was hiding behind the roof of their house and she was bathed in shadow. She felt her husband's hands snake around her waist and his mouth on her neck. She felt his erection on her back. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply from her nose and took in a huge lungful of the night time scents as well as her husband's arousal. The smell of coyotes and foxes singed her nostrils, overwhelming her momentarily. A passing skunk walked across her acute line a sight. Her husband's arousal penetrated her softly as she noticed a small herd of deer grazing on the edge of her ability. The background scent of trees, flowers and other foliage provided a wonderful background while her husband took her again. An invisible tapestry played out in front of her through her new senses. Her husband kissed her neck softly. His hands cupped her breasts and he filled her completely. His tongue lapped her ear and she moaned softly as he told her he had missed her. Her chest swelled with love as she felt him grow inside her. She could feel his release welling under the surface of his balls. She could feel the tension behind his soft caress. Never had she realized how much he held back when he made love to her. She could feel the barely audible tremor as he held in his release, waiting for her full pleasure. He pressed into her harder and faster, the pleasure building inside her deep and primal. She closed her eyes and groaned. She felt his body tense. She could feel his animal needs overwhelming his need to please his wife. He growled in her ear. He bit into her neck. He grabbed her hips and hoisted her fully onto the window, bending her over the wide expanse of earth below her and thrust himself fully into her. She let out a howl of pleasure as he rocked her forward. She held on to the window for support and for dear life. "Yes," she pleaded, "let it go. Don't hold back, baby. Just let go." She had never felt her husband fuck her so hard. His hands on her hips would leave bruises. He thrust his entire weight and force into her and he rammed her body against his cock. She had no control but to scream with pleasure. She almost fell out of the window as she felt his seed fill her insides. He had never burst so forcefully inside her. He held onto her as he fell backwards onto the floor, still inside her, laughing and panting from exertion. He milked himself inside her and lay flat on the floor, taking her with him. She dismounted herself from his cock, turned and curled up into her husband. It was almost enough to make her forget about the wolf outside her window. As if hearing her thoughts, the wolf howled mournfully. Her body shook like an addict, responding to the noise. She could smell the wolf's arousal. She looked at her now sleeping husband, smiling in his sleep and kissed his cheek. Unable to control herself, she leaned out the window again. She took in the smells of forest life again. She could smell the deer, hear the owl's wings, and taste the dew forming on the ground. She let the experience overwhelm her slowly, happily lost in the nocturnal smell. A low deep growl below her snapped her back into reality. She looked down slowly. The wolf was sitting in the middle of her garden. Despite being downwind from her, she still smelt his potent arousal. The growl sent shockwaves across her body. Her fingernails dug into the wooden frame as she stared down at the magnificent creature. His sent floated up to her and stimulated her nostril hairs so they danced in pleasure. She breathed him in; the musky aroma permeating her every sense. The deep, powerful, intoxicating scent of a savage predator rasped across her. Her fingers were punctured with splinters again as he growled for her again. Unleashed Desire She could feel it in his scent, every muscle, every river, every atom of his being called out for her to give herself to him. She turned to look at her husband who hadn't stirred and then looked back at the muscular dark figure squatting on the grass. The images returned to her full fold, the touch of him the feel of his rippling muscles pinning her down, his powerful jaws wrapped around her shoulder. She closed her eyes, letting the images burn inside her head. She let herself feel the pleasure again. His growl was a low, long rumble below her window. She felt the growl deep in her stomach and she vibrated in harmony with him. Her pussy swelled up, her lips becoming swollen and engorged, a thin trickle of her juice dribbled down her leg as she stared. Wanton craven lust rose in her belly and spread across her entire body. The image of that huge, veiny, throbbing cock overpowered her. She closed the window silently; shut the curtains and tip toed out of the room. She crossed the house without a sound and slipped out of the back door. She readied herself as she shifted into the garden but nothing could have prepared her for his lunge. She was knocked headlong sideways into the bushes that rose up around their property. Pain and pleasure surged across her body as his powerful jaws locked around her leg and dragged her into the pale moonlight. Her naked form froze and went rigid as she was bathed in the blinding white light of a full moon in all its glory. New sensations of desire and lust gripped her as she writhed under the glow. The wolf stood above her, growling a guttural rumble at her. Its juicy ball sack hung invitingly over her and she thrust herself on his throbbing member. Yes! God Yes! It was just as magnificent as she remembered. She struggled and gagged slightly as she forced the huge veiny head in between her lips and began to suck greedily on his member. Working his shaft furiously with both hands she pumped, massaging him thoroughly until her hands were a blur. Her head bobbed up and down faster and quicker. All she wanted was to taste his full load deep down her throat. His hard erection was red with release. He shoved her off him. A blow to her chest doubled her over; a second one knocked her onto her hands and knees. He was on her in a flash, his teeth locked around her neck, his member pushing upwards against her pussy. The wolf mounted her, its huge muscular legs pressing her front deep into the soil while her ass lay in the air invitingly. She savored the moment gladly as his full thick meaty cock stretched her open and slid into her body. His growl vibrated off her back. Its powerful erect cock slammed into her over and over again. Her body was forced off the ground with every thrust. She bit her lips trying not to scream in pleasure for fear of waking her husband. Her fingernails dug into the soft dirt. She bit her own arm, unable to stop the moaning that welled up in her chest and escaped her lips. Her body convulsed over and over, every aggressive thrust sending her body into violent pleasure. His powerful hind quarters slammed and pounded into hers as his massive rod splashing her juices onto her garden floor. Her senses were heightened as she felt his veins bulge with the tension of release. The sound of flesh on flesh was deafening in the air. Again and again she writhed and climaxed before finally the moment she had been waiting for arrived. It happened in slow motion in her mind, his cock convulsed, his balls pulsated he growled low and viciously then his member released and sprayed his thick, creamy, intoxicating, seed deep into her womb She moaned mournfully as the wolf slipped his meaty red cock from her sated pussy, a few strands of their mixed juices clung to his weapon as he grunted at her and then flew off back into the woods. She lay on the dirt, her body bruised, muddy and bloody. She sighed longingly as the wolf's seed lay inside of her; she could feel it pulsating in her womb spreading across her body in a sublime heavenly feeling. She stuck two fingers deep into her pussy and coated them in his cum. She sucked her fingers dry, the delicious taste of his musky, masculine, salty seed danced across her tongue. She should feel ashamed but all she felt was fulfillment. Two males had claimed her that day; two big males had shot their warm seed deep into her pussy. She felt elated, hugging her knees she stared up at the full moon as it shone down upon her. Women were breeders, she reasoned, it was their purpose to bear young. Surely the smart thing to do was mate with as many males as possible to assure she was bred? No! She shook her head. She couldn't think of any other male except her husband right now. The wolf has sated her primal lust and now she was free. She rose to her feet slowly then unsteadily made her way up into the bathroom by her bedroom. She slipped into the shower and let the cool spray wash all over her. The warm water drizzled around her as she span gently under its ministrations. She cleaned the mud and dirt from her thoroughly with soap then washed her hair as well for good measure. She inspected the fresh wounds on her neck and shoulders. Bah they were nothing and could easily be explained away. She placed her hands on the glass door and relaxed under the water. Her body suddenly shook violently as a tremor from the house hit her rocking her on her heels. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. Yes, she could see it in her mind. The mighty jet black wolf on a rocky crevasse, miles away, was howling deeply at the moon; proclaiming its conquest for all to hear. She shook again as the beast took another lungful of air then howled into the night sky again. She moaned softly as memories of both conquests returned to her. She pushed her fingers into her pussy and began to work herself furiously as her mind wandered to a faraway rocky crevasse. She had longed to empty his cock in her throat; longed to taste his pure uncontaminated seed. She could still remember the taste of his pre cum as she had greedily attacked his cock. Her moans increased as her fingers worked harder her body vibrated a third time as the wolf called out again. Yes! Yes! Tomorrow morning she would go on a nature hike while her husband worked, she would find her true male and she would suck his ball sack dry. Her eyes streamed with lust and her moans turned to growls as she sanded her clit and fingered against her sweet spot. "Yes!" she gasped reaching behind her and unhooking the shower head, she sprayed it all over her moist engorged pussy, the light spray feeling amazing against her hot tight arousal. She groaned and shook again. This howl sounded closer maybe inside the bedroom. Yes he had come for her and was waiting. His bulging muscles, his huge cock and his luscious creamy seed waited outside this bathroom door to take her prisoner. "Seeeeed" she groaned as the entire shower head slipped between her lips into her swollen pussy. A few pumps of it deep inside of her bought her to a powerful climax and she moaned loudly in pleasure then slumped down in the shower. There! She thought. I can fantasize about it all I want. As long as I never do it again... She added in her mind. One last image of the wolf's cock slamming into her filled her mind and she shook with need. No, she thought, never again. Her chest burned with the thought of never feeling him inside her again, but she couldn't do that to her husband. She was done! She switched off the shower, dried herself then walked back into the bedroom. Her husband was propped up in bed staring at her as she walked in. "Everything ok?" he asked in a worried tone. "Perfect" she replied reaching under the covers and taking his cock in her hand. He sighed happily as she stroked him gently. "I have a fantasy" she whispered "Oh?" he groaned. She grinned at him than slipped under the covers, with both hands wrapped around his dick she leaned back and exposed her still flaming red pussy to him. He shudders and sighed in pleasure as both her hands began to rub, squeeze and massage his tenderness. She leaned forward taking him into her mouth. She swallowed her man's cock all the way down then began rubbing it again furiously, bobbing her head up and down the entire time. She closed her eyes then let her mind wander to a time, little under an hour ago, when she held the wolfs throbbing meaty member in both hands and tried to coax his seed into her mouth. She moaned against her husband's cock. She imagined the girth slipping past her tongue and entering her throat! She imagined taking her predator into her mouth completely now, her hands rubbing him furiously up and down. She tingled with need. She looked up to her husband, his eyes close and pushing his cock deep down my throat. He was enough for now. She smiled as she sucked; this was her male's seed. She felt his seed bubble under his skin and thought; it would taste just as good. He was writhing and gasping under her furious assault. His hands were gripping the bed sheets as she sucked, fondled, caressed and manipulated him in her mouth and hands. With an almighty bellow he released deep into her throat, she milked his cock for a few moments before swallowing his load in one gulp. It tasted perfect, she told herself, then mounted him and twisted down next to him. "I want to sleep with you inside me" she whispered closing her eyes. She pressed herself into him, having him fill her completely, basking in his love. She curled up into his chest, put her head in the crook of his neck and relaxed herself in her husband's loving arms. A last, tremulous howl sounded through the early morning hours as the sun rose over the earth and she fell into a restless sleep asleep. She woke up to her husband's tongue licking soft circles on her nipples, trying to coax her awake slowly. This was a familiar routine in our life. She moaned in pleasure. His member filled with blood inside her, his hard wood thickening to the sound. He had stayed inside her all night. His fingers found her nub and rubbed it softly, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. She felt his weight pinning her down, felt him thrust himself in her fully. He stayed deep inside her, tugging on her taut nipples with his teeth. This thrilled her. Her husband had grown soft in their years together, opting for love making more often than not. He would seek her pleasure above all things. His primal lust, once so potent, had taken a back burner to her needs. He loved her. Right now, his weight bearing down on her possessively and his mouth biting into her tits was an old primal beast. His fingers flicked her clit as he bit down hard and she came all over him, soaking him with her juices. He smiled, removing his fingers from her clit and resting his hands behind her knees. He growled fiercely against her neck now, pumping himself into her. Deep, hard thrusts spread her lips to him. He spread her legs to accommodate his cock fully. His balls slapped against her ass. The pleasure was immediately taking her. Her primal needs matched his. She met him thrust for thrust, building and climaxing fast and hard, over and over. His mouth took hers by force. His seed bubbled under the surface of his cock and she knew what would happen next. His seed shot like a rocket into her, sending her into a black out climax that caused stars to appear in her eyes. Her body was vibrating and shaking. He milked himself in her a few more times and collapsed on top of her, sated completely. He kissed her neck softly now, panting with his recent release and informs her in his sweet saddened voice he needs to leave for work now. She protested as always, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping him deep inside her, wriggling and trying to coax his member back to health and to take her again. It was an everyday routine. He would press himself inside her, kiss her neck, growl loudly and snarl. He would look into her eyes with painful longing and tell her he couldn't, he was late. He would push off her, kiss her cheek and go to work. Despite their recent primal fuck that sent her flying, she would then take to the woods and find her male. She needed to taste him. She needed him fucking her unrelentingly. She needed that seed! Her husband kissed her neck, pressed himself inside her and smiled. "You're right, baby. I should stay home today. I haven't played hooky in quite some time. You're always telling me to stay home in bed with you all day. It's been so long since I've done that for you and I'm sorry. You scared me to death last month. I should take one day with my beautiful wife. Today, I am yours." Her heart swelled with sweet love for her husband and sank simultaneously with sickening dread as she realized she would be unable to have her lust satiated completely. It would not look good to protest him staying home when she just protested to stay, so she beamed, hugged him and let him bury deep inside her. She took him gratefully, his erection growing inside her again and he took her again. He took her slowly, gently. He built her up gently and kissed her tenderly. This was the husband she knew so well. He built her up and kissed her tenderly; giving her praise on her beauty and telling her he loved her deeply. How he had missed her terribly when she was gone. She climaxed low, soft and long climaxes. The climaxes built slowly with love making. They felt amazing and I had always preferred the long lasting quakes along her body they create to the short, powerful ones hard fucking produces. Her husband built her up well, always waiting until her body was rigid with strong orgasms to take his own release. He was an amazing partner. She felt another slow and low climax build up in her and groaned in frustration. Her husband could build her up for hours, and she wanted to release NOW! She pushed on his chest and flipped their positions. He looked up at her body with adoration as she rode him. A goddess, he called her. He supported her back in his hands, pressing her breasts to his mouth. He never tired of her breasts. He never tired of her. She loved his lavish love on her but her loins were burning with need. She pushed him down again. He glinted in confusion when she started riding him harder. He smiled with pride, his eyes following the bounce of her breasts. She could feel his seed under the surface of his skin...could feel his cock stop mid-release. He closed his eyes and growled, thrusting himself up into her, grabbing her hips and stopping her. He didn't want to release too soon...a problem they haven't had for years. He gulped, gasping to calm himself. She pets his hair softly. She could feel him pulsating violently inside her...his girth throbbing to release but he held back . He forced it back. She felt the seed retreat a bit. He began thrusting upwards again. She burned with need but kept it slow until he was fully prepared. His veins bulged inside her. He thrust upwards harder. She fucked him harder. He kissed her neck again. She pounded against him. She bounced off his balls. She began her release. She cried out. He bit into her neck and grabbed her hips. He thrust hard into her. He snarled in her ear as they came together. The seed dripped down her swollen lips and was hot inside her. She collapsed on top of him. He held her close, grinning from their heat. It had felt good, but again it was not enough! She needed the wolf... She sighed. She clawed her husband's chest as she got to her feet and stared down at him with love in her eyes. She loved him with everything she was she really did. But she needed to taste the wolf, since he had first thrust into her in the woods she had been consumed with desire for the taste of his rich, potent seed across her lips. She would find him one last time, one final romp with the most powerful lover she had ever encountered just so he could spray his load into her mouth. This was it she promised herself there would be no more after this. "Baby?" she cooed softly "Yes my goddess?" he replied smiling up at her. "You have given me pleasure beyond anything I have ever felt these last 24 hours," she lied. It had been great, yes, but he still didn't compare to the primal seed the wolf buries into her womb. He smiled and took her hand, holding her close to the bed. "Thanks sweetheart, you were phenomenal yourself" Her heart sank guiltily. She knew what she was going to do. She had to do it if she was going to be rid of him. She needed to taste the wolf's seed to be rid of this obsession! "You've earned a reward, sweetheart. Ring your friends and go to the casino in town or something. You never go out anymore and I'm afraid you've worn me out. I'd like to spend the evening resting, if that's ok. "Are your sure baby?" he asked "Please? It would help me out to no end." she stated with complete honesty. "Ok my love. Only if you are sure" he replied and headed into the shower. "I'm sure love." The rest of the morning passed slowly for her. Her husband took her several more times throughout the day and fulfilled her basic desires. In the afternoon, he fucked her hard from behind across the downstairs window pain. She moaned and writhed at his every thrust while his cock barreled into her over and over. The warm afternoon breeze brought the scents of summertime into her acute nostrils. She responded submissively to her husband's lust. She let him have her. Then came the howl; it started low then pitched at a high and went on for what seemed hours. Every decibel that reached her prone form caused her to shudder and rumble as it sent shockwaves of yearning and desire down her spine. Her hands gripped the window pane until her palms were white with pressure. She slammed back harder against her husband while all the time attempting to locate her mate. Mate? She thought as she climaxed against her husband. Yes.... The wolf had claimed her when he had first shot his seed into her womb. Yes mate. Yes mate with him. These words circled her mind as her husband's cum splattered against her cervix. She straightened up in the afternoon glow of the sun. The wolf's scent hit her full in the face; his overpowering aroma of pure virile masculinity swamped her. She basked in it gladly. She could feel him on the edge of the woods pacing, snarling, and growling for her. Soon she thought, soon I shall swallow your seed and you will claim me one last time Her husband left her as the evening sun began to die in the night sky, he kissed her softly goodbye and told her to get some rest. She agreed and swore she would and returned his kiss, lingering on his lips for a few moments before she let him go. She watched him drive away then waited for his text letting her know he was at the casino. 27 minutes later she got the text and breathed a sigh of relief; it had felt like 27 years from her perspective. She took a deep breath; she knew what she was doing. She was in control. Just one last time, she told herself, so she could sample his delicious seed straight from the supplier. She glanced down at her cell phone one last time before thrusting it into her jeans then slipped out of the backdoor. She walked across the yard slowly. She could make out the indentations from the night before; she could smell him everywhere around her. He had clearly frequented this garden for a while - perhaps watching her? Yearning for her? Had he been howling outside of their house the entire last month? Had her injuries kept her from him?! She felt anger well up at her husband for taking her to the hospital. She hadn't even been that bad off! How dare he keep the wolf away from her? She walked out of the back gate and started up the beaten game trail towards the woods. Birdsong filled her ears as she walked slowly up the sun parched dirt path. The dying sun bathed her in its light. She had walked this path dozens of times on her nature hikes but never before had she felt such trepidation. Butterflies danced in her stomach in nervous anticipation as she strode to the edge of the woods. Hiding behind a tree she quickly stripped down to nothing. It would just be easier, she told herself, her naked form glowing in the twilight. The howl sounded loudly from the middle of the woods, she shuddered as she felt his passion, his desire for her enriched inside of the call. She strode into the woods not caring about the thorns and razor grass that tore at her legs. Several more howls called out as she walked; each one almost bringing her to her knees in anticipation and pleasure. She was being led. She could feel it in her bones; he was bringing her to his lair to ravish her in his own home. His scent was everywhere as she walked into a small clearing. Deep claw marks gouged every tree around her. Thick clumps of matted jet black fur were shed all over the ground. Unleashed Desire He was close. She could feel him. His presence was intoxicating. His scent was alluring and any moment now he would lunge for her. She would have to act quickly to get the upper hand and finally sample his seed. A soft noise to the left caught her attention. She jumped towards the sound as he was sailing out of the bushes to her right. He missed her by inches and tumbled across the dirt floor. She rolled over and threw her entire weight into a full body check and collided into his stomach. He was in his almost human form so the blow unbalanced him and sent him stumbling backwards. She lunged at him again but this time he was ready – he caught her in the face with a powerful swat of his large calloused hand. She was sent rolling across the ground, dizzy and seeing stars. He picked her up over his shoulders, ready to hurl her into the tree line. She wrapped her legs around his throat and then spun herself around using her weight and gravity to knock him flying into an ancient gnarled oak tree. The force shattered the trunk and a massive old branch collapsed downwards and caught him across his chest, pinning him to the ground. She snarled triumphantly, panting heavily as she steadied herself before walking towards him. Her eyes filled with animalistic lust. His cock lay against his flesh, soft and docile. It was the first time she'd ever seen him not erect. She crouched over it; clasping it with both hands she began to rhythmically work it. She didn't bother starting slow – he was hers now. His thick powerful member hardened in her sweaty palms as she furiously grinded against him. He was snarling, growling in anger and pleasure as she jerked on his now throbbing cock. The tip of his bulbous dick bounced towards her lips invitingly. Again, she struggled to get it even a little bit down her throat but she managed eventually. She sucked on him greedily, her auburn hair flashing in the sun as her head bobbed up and down. Her hands slid across him effortlessly, greased by his own pre-cum and her saliva. His cock was turning bright red under her assault. One of her hands snaked down his engorged member and began massaging his boiling balls through his tough skin. The moment was approaching. She could feel the seed bubbling in his meaty veins. He was now howling in pure pleasure and struggling under the massive log. She knew he wanted to plant himself deep inside of her drenched, swollen pussy and release there but she desperately wanted to taste him. She needed to swallow his seed and have it rest in her belly. She, too, was gripped by the baser urge to take his seed into her womb, to let him breed her but no. Not now. Finally the moment had come. Her prayers were answered when the wolf man let out a long deep powerful howl. His cock went rigid in her throat. His balls convulsed in her grip. His seed exploded all over her mouth and all over her face. He drenched her body in his thick creamy cum. She lapped it up hungrily. There were no words to describe its taste. It was sublime, beautiful. Every drop danced across her tongue and taste buds. She could feel it resting in her belly. She could feel his lust through it. She cleaned his cock thoroughly before falling backwards and scooping it off her flesh into her lips She felt the ground shudder as her male smashed through the ancient bark that had kept him pinned. She sucked the last of his delicious seed off her fingers then watched him warily as he approached. She made a feint left then dived right. He grabbed her effortlessly by her ankle. She kicked out towards him with her spare foot but that only resulted in both of her feet in his grasp. The sun was long gone now. The clearing suddenly became bathed in bright pale moonlight. Both man and woman stopped dead and shuddered. He fell to his knees while she writhed in shooting pain! His bones snapped under his skin then reformed. Tufts of black hair shot out from under his skin. His face elongated. His teeth lengthened visibly. He fell to all fours as he became the wolf. She rolled around in the moonlight as lust, desire, craving, and decadence overwhelmed her! She got to all fours and tried to crawl away but his massive form was upon her in seconds. She growled happily as his jaws locked down on her shoulder again. Then there came the pleasure! She didn't even try to fight her feelings now. She responded to his every thrust with pure passion. She hissed! She snarled! She snapped at him while his huge, veiny cock spread her pussy open and he claimed her. Visions of her future passed in front of her eyes as her husband is leaving for work. She can see herself running up the hill to her mate. She had belonged to him since the moment he had first mounted her! Every chance, every opportunity she found she would give herself to him. These thoughts raced around her mind as she willfully submitted to her lust. She gave in and stopped fighting as her mate rode her harder and harder. She slammed back into her mate again and again. Yes! She thought. Yes! My mate! Let my mate take me! She was his bitch now and she would obey. She felt her mate's body tense as he slammed her body off the earth. She convulsed and she released. Her pussy exploded with juices around the wolf's erection from mind blowing climax. They began to howl in unison as his thick strong musky seed burst from his cock and coated her insides. The wolf dismounted and bound for the woods, once again satiated by her willing slavery and leaving her side. The wind shifted and his scent was not as potent. She lay in the aftermath of her thoughts, trying to get them straight. She still has a husband she loves. She has a mate who satisfies her primal sexual needs. Her husband dotes on her. Her mate leaves her high and dry every time he is satisfied with her. Her husband would do anything for her. Again, the wolf only leaves her when he has left his seed deep in her womb. The taste of him lingered on her lips. She could feel his seed deep inside her belly. It felt heavy inside her loins. She felt her stomach, wondering idly if she will bear his children. It churned with excitement and dread. Her husband had been pleading with her to stop her birth control. She had refused for years, wanting to stay young, virile and have fun. She had been off her birth control for a month - since her first encounter with her virile predator. Now she had been with her predator several times since their first encounter. His seed was welling inside her. She had also been with her husband... she found her situation unclear. She could only hope that, if she becomes pregnant, it was the loving man that filled her frequently and that had been by her side through much thick and thin. She even mused that, even if he found out, maybe he would forgive her. Eventually. Hopefully... oh bother. She walked home slowly. Her thoughts were straying between the two males in her life. She didn't notice the lights on in the living room. She walked into her house naked, bruised, bleeding and caked in dirt. She was completely lost in thought. She heard her husband's voice ring out in the halls. He called her name. He hugged her rigid form and looked her over. His fury was immediate. "That bloody fucking bastard!" "Honey I'm fine!" "You're obviously not fucking fine! Look at you! What the fuck were you doing? Where the fuck did you go?? Why the fuck did you leave the house? Why aren't you sleeping, weren't you tired! Fuck, baby, why the fuck did you leave? That bloody bastard could have killed you, you know. That sick, twisted, fucking BASTARD!" He bellowed in fury. His form bulked up. She could smell his testosterone. He went in the closet under the stairs and started throwing things around. She was confused. She tried calming him down by telling him she was fine. The guilt built inside her. He came out of the closet with the spade for the garden. He looked at her again, his eyes full of disgusted fury. He caressed her cheek with surprising tenderness despite his anger. He gripped the spade and ran out of the house. He bellowed into the night, stalking down the path that leads to their house. "Come at my wife? You come at my fucking wife?! I'm coming for you, you son of a bitch!" She smelled her predator in the wind. She could hear his growl in the distance. He was accepting her husband's challenge. Fear and adrenaline welled in her chest. She wanted to fight for her husband! Lust and desire filled her lower body as the wolf howled... how could she fight her mate? His powerful body was too strong. His scent intoxicated her senses. His howl boiled deep into her belly. And his cock...oh the girth that filled needs she didn't know she had! The thick veins that pulsated hungrily inside her! The massive girth that fills her willing body by force! His every thrust sending her into a spiral of primal ecstasy! The thoughts that crossed her mind weakened her knees. Her scar burned from memory. But she could not let her mate destroy her husband! She didn't bother dressing. She didn't have time, she reasoned. Her husband was committing suicide! He had no idea what he was getting himself into! The power of the wolf will overwhelm any effort my husband will use against the beast. She went into the moon light and her body doubled over with pain. Her senses heightened by a thousand. She heard the blood pumping through the veins of a field mouse in her garden. She could smell the rain upon the cloudless sky. She could see the trail of ants crawling up a nearby tree. She felt the strongest urge to hunt down the mouse, but the wind shifted. She smelled her male. Her hunger for meat was lost to the hunger to satisfy her lust. She ran towards her desires. It took no time to reach the wolf. Her nostrils burned from his musk. She was ready to let him take her when her husband's bellow sounded close by. Her senses cleared. Her heart sank. Her adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her husband was in danger! She growled. She will fight for her male. The scent of her virile predator still assaulted her nostrils, but she ignored it. She stalked in the woods to the right of her husband and her male. Her footfalls we deafened by the circling predator and prey. She had never seen such anger in her husband's eyes. They were jet black even with the full moon shining in his eyes. His grip on the spade was in an offensive position - he was ready for attack. The circling continued and the wolf was now in front of her. Half man, half wolf his black coat glistened in the moon light. His teeth were bared. His growl was deep, gutteral. His eyes shifted towards me. Our eyes met. His irises shrank to pins and grew to saucers. Her entire body responded. She stepped forward, about to let him take her when his face was smashed with the butt of the spade. The wolf man was knocked down. Blood sprayed from his mouth. He spit out some teeth. Her husband swung again. The wolf yelped. Her husband lifted the spade for another blow. She screamed. Her husband's anger was replaced with pure terror - she could smell it. He looked towards his wife. His hesitation to smash the wolf's face in was all it took for the wolf to overtake him. The wolf smashed her husband's face with his powerful hand. Her husband was knocked into a tree. He stirred. The wolf's bloody mouth closed on her husband's leg and the wolf threw my husband against another tree. She cried, running to her husband. He was unconscious. She lunged at the wolf, blood in her eyes. She attacked the wolf with all her might, throwing his weakened body against the ground. He snarled and got up, shaking off the blow. He lunged at her, but he was weakened and she no longer moved like a human. She threw him to the ground again. She growled at him, protecting her first male. The wolf lunged again; she threw him into a tree. His blood splattered on the ground. The smell only heightened her strength. The wolf tried to take her down but she tackled him forcefully against a tree. His bones snapped under her fingers. He lay on the ground after the blow, panting. Healing. She picked up her husband and took him home He was weak with delirium. Deep claw marks bled down his face. In and out of consciousness, he muttered things like "wolf", "blood", "kill" and "wife". She soaked rags in ice and placed them on his burning face. She stayed with him all night, taking care of her husband the way he took care of her. She heard the howl in the night, yearning and angry, felt it in her bones but refused to leave her husband. The guilt in her gut was terrible. His body shook with fever. It was her fault. He came into consciousness fully about midafternoon the next day. She had fussed over him the entire night – keeping his body cool, cleaning his wounds, changing his clothes and even bathing him. The wolf had left deep gashes into her husband's face and a tooth in his thigh. When he woke up, she had been soaking his forehead for the hundredth time. He smiled up at his wife. He tried getting up but she refused to move him. She kissed his forehead tenderly. He grabbed her chin and kissed her lips. He tasted like home. He started kissing down her neck softly, kissing her weakest points as she protested against it. He was hurt! She didn't want to hurt him any more than she already has. He pulled her onto the bed with him and caressed her back and ass, sending thrilling pleasure up her spine. He told her it was ok. The blood flow was good for him. She worries too much. He loves her. She giggled and preened at his words, submitting to his charming ways. His mouth was on hers again as she heard him pull down his pajama pants. She felt his erection spring to life under her, released from its barrier. She reached and rubbed it gently in her hands, being careful not to hit her husband's wounded thigh. He groaned approvingly under her. He felt his hands up her thighs, lifting the skirt to her waist. He raised his hips to enter her. She obliged willingly. He thrust into her pussy gently, giving care to let her feel his every inch. She felt the blood pump through his dick; the veins fill with seed and his erection engorge with arousal inside her. She felt him throb inside her. He tried to flip their positions but she wouldn't let him win. He boiled hot inside her. She was worried he still had his fever. He thrust harder. He grabbed her back and pressed her into him, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking its nipple. He went faster. She tried staying in control, tried keeping the pace slow and steady but he had different thoughts. He thrust deep inside her. He thrust himself hard inside her. He grabbed her hips, strong and powerful, and forced her harder on his cock. She climaxed on him again and again. When he flipped their positions she couldn't protest. She was his. He filled her and thrust in her, penetrating her deep and sending her flying into bliss. He growled into her ear as the primal animal escaped him. His body went rigid as he still forced her hard into him, thrusting his whole might into her. Penetrating her. She climaxed fully as he released deep inside her. He bellowed as his seed filled her womb, spilling out and mixed with her juices. He milked his dick a few more times until collapsing on top of her. Her husband felt hot to her, even for just having sex. She ran to the kitchen to get her icy rag when the howl sounded in the distance. She hadn't noticed the shadows across the windows. The evening was upon them. Another howl through the night. She felt the tug in her stomach to go for her mate. She brought the ice to her husband and soaked his feverish forehead again. The howling was getting closer. Her husband fell into a fitful sleep. She put a blanket over his body and kissed his cheek. The howl was outside her house. She could hear his blood pumping. She could smell his musk. She could smell the blood from the night before. She could feel anger, hunger; adrenaline and lust rush her veins. She felt her pussy moisten. His howl was deafening to her acute hearing. It was an assault on her libido. She smelt his pre-cum mix with his predatory scent. It was too much. She followed the scent as if in a trance. She wandered like a zombie towards her backdoor. The breeze from the door cracks wafted her mate's scent to her nostrils. He was close... So close. Her libido shrieked with joy as her hand reached for the handle. She wavered a moment, her ears listened for any sound from her slumbering husband. She could sense from his heartbeat he had fallen into a deep satisfied rem state. Another sound filled her ears, soft pad falls of four paws pacing up and down on the earth. The wolf was agitated, awaiting her impatiently as his muscular frame glinted in the new moon. Tomorrow was the final phase she remembered then the moon would be gone. Would this mean her mate would not come for her anymore? He had only enslaved her on his dick during the powerful rays of a full moon after all. A mixture of relief and bitter disappointment welled up inside of her; she would be free to love her man for a month! Half her mind said. You won't feel the power of his jaws or sample the delight of his powerful cock. The other snarled. Her love fought her lust, wrestling in her mind for supremacy both emotions struggled for dominance. If we resist tonight and tomorrow we'll love our husband for the rest of the month guilt free her love said. Yes we can love our husband but if we don't seize this opportunity now we will be pent up and frustrated for the month her lust countered. She stood with her hand on the door for what seemed an age before she reached a decision. Her hand fell off the handle, she span on her heels then moved through the house towards her husband. Behind her the wolf howled in wanton lust and frustration. She paused on the stairs, steadying herself as the now familiar feeling of desire bubbled up inside her at his power. Taking a moment to compose herself she fought the strong craving for her mate she felt in her soul. No not mate! She scolded herself, the mistake. Another howl rocked her as she dag her finger nails into the banister for support. Tentatively she placed one foot on the stairs then slowly walked up them, each step she took she knew took her further away from her desires and deeper into her love. She reached the top of the stairs then as she was about to walk into her bedroom a low rumbling growl reverberated through the house. He was right at the back door! Please she silently prayed, please let him smash through the pathetic door frame and claim her, let him bend every inch of her body to satisfy his every craven lust. Let him pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams; fulfill desires she hadn't even known she had. Come on! She groaned inwardly, come to me! Rape me so I can justify feeling you inside one last time! The rumble stopped, the whole world paused for a moment then she heard him turn around and scurry away across her garden. For the best she thought as she was gripped by crushing disappointment. For the best She slipped into her room quietly and curled up next to her husband, her pussy was swollen, dripping with desire she tried fruitlessly to rouse him but the events of the week had drained him completely and he was dead to the world. She lay frustrated against him rubbing herself furiously underneath the covers, memories of the wolf's earlier conquest flooded back to her. She had loved the taste of his seed between her lips; she had savored it for as long as possible before she had swallowed him. She could still feel the weight of it inside her chest, boiling and writhing throughout her bloodstream. She fingered herself harder, each gentle rub of her sweet spot bringing her closer and closer to her climax. She fought her desire to leave the house and run after her mate, it was strong now and it called out from her very bones. Every time the wolf had mounted her he had brought her to heights she never thought she could have reached, every thrust from his thick muscular cock had brought her pleasure equal to a thousand climaxes her husband could provide. She arched her back then screamed silently as her orgasm rocked her body and exploded on her fingers. Sighing heavily she fell into a troubled sleep resting against her man. She awoke with a start as pale moonlight flooded through the open curtains bathing her in a light white glow. Her body went rigid as she basked in it. Unleashed Desire Her back arched unbidden by her. She gasped out in surprise as her body shifted and her muscles rippled beneath her skin, taking a deep lungful of air she groaned silently. Her fingernails lengthened tearing into the soft fabric of her bed. Her eyes flashed with desire as she felt unable to resist her overwhelming desires for her mate. She rolled out from her bed and stalked over to the window. She thrust it open and she leaped onto the frame. She crouched low. Her fingers gripped the window between her legs and she sniffed the air tentatively. Where was he? She wondered. She snarled in delight as she located him a few miles away, his frustrated predatory scent hung heavily in the air. Without a second thought she dropped down from her second story window onto the soft welcoming ground, she landed easily on all fours and ran across the yard. She cleared the back gate in a flying leap. She fell to all fours again and accelerated across the open grassland. His scent was getting stronger, she was nearing him. Something was wrong though; there was another scent as well – a light touch of alcohol and flowers? Perfume she mused, unable to reach her he had started stalking another female to quench his primal desires. Fuming rage pumped through her veins as she quickened her pace. She was his and his alone! No other bitch could satisfy him the way she had! A scream filled her ears, she had to hurry. Soaring over rocks and flying over the ground she paused on a rocky outcrop and found him with her ears. He had corralled a smaller female into a cage of several trees and was pacing in front of her, slowly showing off his rippling muscles. She hunched back and launched herself off the small boulder, then cannoned into him, sending him rolling away and yelping in pain. Pain seared across her shoulders but she launched herself at him again. She kicked, scratched and bit at the crippled wolf. The female watched in horrid fascination as the larger naked woman assaulted her attacker then screamed in horror as the woman crouched onto the stricken creature and swallowed his massive cock with her obviously aroused pussy. She growled in pleasure as she claimed his massive throbbing cock. One of her legs pressed down on his top right leg while her other one was pressing his bottom left. Hunched over him she sank her long finger nails into his hairy muscular chest while her pussy enveloped his pulsating cock and slid up and down on it. The younger female kept watching in horrid fascination. The larger woman was screaming in ecstasy and she could see the wolf's huge meaty cock spreading out the woman's pussy. She watched it sliding in and out of her as the woman threw back her head and howled in pleasure. The wolf kicked her off in her momentary lapse in concentration, its powerful legs kicking her several times bringing her to her knees winded. The wolf rolled onto its back then snapped at her neck, her hand snapped around and caught him with a heavy blow. The animal growled in anger and lunged at her again; it knocked her onto her back then powered its way through her closed legs and sank its gigantic veiny cock deep into her pussy. Her legs closed around its hairy back and drew him in as deep as possible. He thrust against her with such force the earth erupted around her, his jaws closed around her neck and she knew she was beaten. He pounded against her harder and harder his muscles rippling under his skin, growls and snarls issuing from his closed mouth. She responded, her ass moving up to meet his every thrust, her body quivering under his heavy assault. YES! YES! Her inner voice screamed. Fuck me! Make me yours! Her body shuddered and danced as he thrust into her time and time again. His massive cock pounded into her, again bringing her to pleasure she had never thought possible! Again and again she climaxed. Screaming and howling into the night sky, her body vibrated, convulsed and shuddered with his weight on top of her and the feel of his jaws and cock surged through her. When he came it was immense; his thick, creamy powerful seed filling every inch of her womb and channels. He reared up onto his hind legs and howled long and deep for an age as his seed dribbled out of her pussy. He dismounted then ran off as he always did into the night. She panted and regained her composure. The other female came over to her slowly. "Looks like I don't know what I was missing" she hazarded softly. "You have no idea." she replied grinning. The young female walked back her own way while she went back to her house. She needed to get back to her husband. As much as she loved the wolf inside her body, she would never again take him. She would take her husband. She walked into her house and closed the door silently. She could hear her husband's long breathing and his soft heart beat; he was still sleeping. She strode up stairs and looked in on her husband. He hadn't moved from where she left him. She smiled and took a shower. She loved him. Would do anything for him. She was a horrible wife, she knew, longing for that wolf. She was terrible for wanting him to rape her. She cleaned off all the dirt. She washed her pussy, watching jealously as last of the wolf's seed was lost down the drain. She could still taste it. It still boiled in her belly. She still longed for the wolf to be inside her. The door to the bathroom opened. She didn't glance behind her. She recognized her husband's scent from anywhere. He jumped in the shower with her and pressed himself against her, hugging her to him. He kissed her neck softly. He said a sleepy "Good Morning," to her. It was barely 3 in the morning, but he had been asleep all night and all the day before. He pressed her against the shower stall and lifted her to him. The hot shower mixed with his soft heat was amazing to her sensitive skin. She moaned happily. He slid his hands up her arms and put her hands at the top of the glass shower wall. He clasped them to the edge. His soft kisses turned into rowdy nips as he slid himself inside her, not bothering to be gentle. He was rough, his hands grabbing my waist and thighs and pushing me on him harder. She bounced on him and held on to the wall but his powerful thrusts were slamming her hard to the glass. Her climax washed down her leg. She screamed from pleasure. His hands rubbed her slick breasts that pressed against the glass. They felt swollen in his hands. They were sensitive and supple. She climaxed again. He pounded her harder, calling her his dirty bitch. It had been forever since he'd called her anything but a goddess. She bounced on him harder. His balls smacked against her ass. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him, barreling her pussy with extreme force. She screamed again and again. The sound of our wet bodies smashing into each other was deafening. She felt his seed bubble beneath the surface. Her body exploded from pleasure. He released his seed deep inside her. He milked himself for almost a full minute until holding her firmly against the glass, shaking from release. She was also shaking. She confirmed in her mind she would never let the wolf take this man from her. She kissed his swollen lips and helped him shower for the day. They slept wrapped in each other's arms until his alarm woke them up in the early afternoon. He tapped the snooze button irritably before rising to his feet. Wincing he gripped his wounds from the battle with the wolf then stared out of the window. The rape had changed his wife he knew she wanted him all the time now and her body was becoming more athletic every day. He was happy to oblige but something about the way she smelled now bought out his animal side. That bastard creature was still sniffing around her he just knew it. She had at least been taken a second time that he knew about he wondered, though, with her new libido would she have the power to resist such a powerful creature? A searing anger surged from his bite wounds; burning rage scorched his veins and pumped throughout his system. She was his! He took care of her! He loved her and provided for her! Her body was his temple to worship! The searing pain intensified across his body, he looked down in shocked disbelief as his already hard cock swelled further in size. He snarled at her sleeping form as muscles rippled beneath his skin, veins rearranged themselves and his body shook with lust. "Mine...ugh. Mine to seed." he grunted and advanced on his sleeping wife. Tearing the covers from her sleeping body she awoke with a shock as his hands grasped onto her hips and dragged her backwards onto his dick. She screamed out in pleasure, he felt so much bigger than normal as he thrust himself all the way into her. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her rump, thick trickles of blood flowed from her ass downwards. He roared out in pleasure as he rode forward. He lifted her off the ground and took her back legs off the bed, then pulled her backwards into him so she was only supported by her hands on the very edge of the bed. Each moment he pushed forwards she pushed back on the bed her head rocking backwards as she shrieked in pure wanton ecstasy. His face was screwed up in a scowl. Sweat beaded off his heavy well-toned frame. His ass shot forward and his hips collided with hers, his ball sack slapping against her thighs as unbelievable animalistic lust consumed him and drove him to claim her forever. Her body was on fire for him, every nerve ending was alight with passion. Every atom inside of her screamed out for release, time and time again she exploded on his now swollen cock, drenching it and his hips in her sweet juices. Finally he thrust into her as deeply as his now huge cock could go and released inside of her. His rich creamy seed spider webbed from the tip of his dick and filled up her pussy to bursting. He withdrew from her body and slumped back against the wall, his cum and her juices dribbled from her open cunt and splashed out over the bed. Panting he steadied himself then walked over to her and kissed her on the head. "I love you my goddess" he whispered before going and getting ready for work. "Love you to." she responded, grinning and lying there completely satisfied. She lay there, listening to the sound of buzzing bees in her garden. The smell of her husband's pillow tickled her nose. She yearned for that morning again. She wanted to lose herself in her husband. She wanted him to take her with powerful, animalistic needs. She wanted his giant girth inside h - wait. Had he gotten bigger? Or did he just take her to new heights by force? She had no way of knowing. She thought of her surprise wake up this morning to fuel her hungry fingers. She rubbed herself furiously. She imagined him taking her. She felt his massive girth inside her. She could feel his seed deep inside her, warm and inviting. She felt herself rising to her fingers. She imagined her old husband, his face buried into her nether. She imagined his kiss and him nibbling her. Imagined his tongue inside her. She came in her hands. She kept imagining his fingers nimbly rubbing her as she is, sending her higher and higher. She could almost feel his tender kisses up her belly and salivating on her breast. She was so close to climax. She felt his hands on her back. It was too real. She opened her eyes to her husband assaulting her with sexual need. She glanced at the clock as he filled her again, instantly bringing stars of pleasure in her eyes. He didn't even have to leave for another hour! That asshole she had no idea! His girth stretched her swollen pussy. She didn't care how strange it was she just wanted him in her! He pumped in her hard. He bit her breast hard and lifted her off the bed again. She cried from the pain and pleasure. She couldn't breathe from climax. She felt him boil and explode deep inside her. He milked himself just as hard as he fucked her and collapsed. She felt swollen with his seed. Her breasts felt bloated from...what? Sensitivity? Lust? This was new. He sucked on them gently as they came down from their high and she told him over and over how much she loved him. He left the house and got into his car. She heard the engine rev to life then the crunch of gravel as he sped off to work. She let loose a dejected sigh and got to her feet. She stretched, hopped into the shower and bathed under the cool spray. She toweled herself off and she slipped downstairs. She pulled her favorite book from the shelf and curled up on her big comfy recliner and then began to read. The afternoon sun gradually worked its way across the sky as she flipped through the pages of her book. A knock at the door made her look up suddenly, she sniffed the air suspiciously the scent was familiar but she couldn't place it. She strode to the front door and opened it; surprise crossed her face as she recognized the female from the night before. "I can't stop thinking about it." she stammered nervously trying not to make eye contact. The wife was mildly aware that she was still naked but didn't really care anyway. "About what?" but she already knew the answer. "The way you two... you know.... It was so hot." the female stuttered looking around. "You'd better come in then." the wife replied sighing deeply. The smaller female was ushered into the living room and she sat nervously on the edge of the couch. "Boyfriend? Married?" the wife barked at her sternly. "What? No... No I'm all alone" the girl whispered ringing her hands together. The wife breathed a heavy sigh of relief. This was perfect! This would take the wolf away from her forever! Her lust didn't even object to this plan, her husband had sated her just as well earlier and she had a feeling he would be surpassing even that soon enough. "Do you want him?" the wife purred seductively. ".......yes." she replied in a quiet voice. "After all he came for me!" she added defiantly. But who did he conquer? An angry voice in the wife's head asked, but she didn't say it out loud for she needed this girl. "Yes...yes...he did. He did." after fucking me to heaven and back 3 nights in a row the growl in her mind barked. "Do you know where I can find him?' she stammered trying to act assertive and defiant. "Yes, I do. He'll be here tonight in the early evening for me. He always comes." the wife stated. "But tonight you will go him instead" The older female was angry at the prospect of losing her mate but she had no choice. She loved her husband! This young female could satisfy the wolf and the wolf can leave her be forever. She can be left to love her husband to her full potential. She can stop longing for the girth and the power he presented. She had a husband to love her and take care of her. He had satisfied her fully the night before. He can satisfy her for life, now. The afternoon began to fade as the smaller female paced the living room nervous and drunk with fear. The young woman was aroused though, she could smell it. But this young woman was a lot frailer then she was though. The wife hoped the beast wouldn't kill her in his passion. "Calm yourse...aahhh" the wife began but was cut off as the familiar feeling of pleasure welled up inside of her as the first howl shivered across her spine. She arched her back and licked her lips as her body quivered. Another howl rocketed across her body. This one was nearer. She could hear that he was running towards the house. He must be able to smell her husband's absence so he was coming to take her. Her pussy was already dripping wet at the thought of his muscular frame and his intoxicating musky odor. "No cloths, outside quickly!" the wife hissed. The girl nodded, disrobed and then ran out of the back door. The wife daren't look for fear of overcoming the female in a jealous rage then claiming the male as her own. Presently the sound of grunting and screams of pain and pleasure wafted in through the open window. She heard him growling and snapping, she heard the girl praying and groaning in pleasure. The female must have climaxed 3 or 4 times before she heard the satisfied howl of the wolf releasing. A weird sort of sadness welled up in her soul. For better or worse, the creature had changed her life forever. He had shown her true passion, true intensity. It was sad to think of this as goodbye but she loved her husband dearly and didn't want to keep cheating on him, especially for the sake of lustful satisfaction. She didn't even look up as the backdoor opened slowly. "Was it everything you hoped for?" she asked staring straight ahead. A low rumbling growl was her reply. Her head spun around to face the man wolf in all his glory: rippling biceps glowed in the dying afternoon sun, his body gleamed with sweat, and his shaggy black hair lay matted around his neck and extended down across his shoulders. His musk filled the room as he stepped towards her. Damn! She knew it had been too easy but he made no lunge at her. No aggressive moves as he just walked up to her and stood glistening in the living room. He placed his hands on her head and pushed his throbbing cock straight between her lips. She didn't fight; she couldn't even if she wanted to. She began to suck greedily on his member. The pulsating, veiny appendage was forced as far down her throat as she could swallow. He pumped against her lips, holding her head steady while her own hands began to work his shaft quickly. He didn't groan, he didn't growl he just stared down at her as she sucked him hard. He pulled out of her lips then slung her legs over his shoulders, his huge red cock slipped between her legs straight into her willing pussy. She thought of nothing right then - just the feeling of incredible satisfaction that his huge member bestowed on her. He didn't ram her. He just slid it in and out slowly. It felt incredible but at the same time she was gripped with sadness. This was his goodbye she could feel it in her bones. He didn't love her. He wasn't capable of it she was sure but he had enjoyed her. She arched her back and thrust her hips forward to meet him as he pushed into her. She closed her eyes and let out a long mournful sigh as she climaxed on his cock. It wasn't a great orgasm by his standards but it was good enough. She felt him surging under her. She spread her arms out across the chair and leaned back. "One last time my mate, fill me with your seed" she whispered as she felt him unload a nice long stream of his cum inside of her. He pulled out then squirted another load over her face. She licked it up hungrily then leaned forward and sucked his cock clean. He growled tenderly at her then turned around and left, she knew in her heart she would never see him again. "Goodbye wolf." she sighed a little surprised at the sadness in her heart. She got up and went to the window. He walked along the hedgerow, pausing only at the recumbent figure of the other female he leaned down and bit her sharply on her soft thighs. She squealed and writhed in pain and then lay still. The wife watched as the wolf man left her garden and her life for good. She cleaned herself up in the sink, after sucking up as much as his seed as she could. She heard the back door go and the other female stumbled in, dazed and confused but extremely satisfied. The wife led her upstairs to the bath, cleaned her up then settled her to sleep in her spare room for the night. Presently her husband came home from work. With a heavy heart, his wife sat him down on their bed and told him everything - the feelings she had experienced, the nocturnal sojourns, her willingness even from day one to let the wolf take her and pleasure her. Everything. Her husband listened, cried, shook his head, screamed at her then hugged her gently and told her everything would be ok. He kissed her on the top of head and told her he still loved her. She relaxed into his arms then they fell asleep on the bed together. They both woke up with a start not three hours later. Sweat was pouring off their respective bodies, shooting pains and burning sensations tore at their nerve endings. She rolled off the bed, shaking violently as she felt every bone in her body snapping and realigning. Her husband was growling in agony as well. His hands vibrated, his veins were visibly shifting and realigning under his skin. She shook again, sweating profusely and looking around in blurred vision. The room was bathed in the cold light of the final phase of the full moon. Her head snapped back as her skull broke into fragments then reshaped themselves. Unleashed Desire Her jaws grew forward, her ears lengthened then tapered. The pain was excruciating. A growl above her turned her canine face around. The wolf was back in her room! Her bright emerald eyes focused, no it wasn't the wolf this one was a different color. His fur was dark chestnut brown the same color as her husband's hair. The new wolf fell on her as she changed; she watched as her muscles shifted under her skin. A sharp pain around her neck pinned her head down. Nooooo! Her mind moaned, she'd only just rid herself of one and now another was claiming her! Tufts of dark red hair sprouted across her body, 4 more nipples appeared on her chest then drooped downwards into breasts. The new wolf was snarling in her ear, his breath heavy and intoxicating. He smelled exactly like her husband only more intense and erotic. Realization dawned. She yipped with delight as her husband's shaft pushed upwards into her willing pussy as every atom in her body exploded. Her body was realigned and her transformation was complete. For once she offered herself up with no regrets and no uncertainty. He was her mate now, her one and only. She let herself fall into deep pleasure as he thrust against her with everything he had. Her whole body pushed back against him over and over again. The feeling of his hot huge meat buried in her tight receiving pussy was pleasure beyond words. She growled, barked and snarled as he rode her with everything he had. The stiffness inside of her womb pushed her over the edge time and time again as she exploded on his thick veiny cock. He howled, long, low deep and powerfully as he shot his load deep in her pussy. She felt him fill her completely then dribble out around his cock. He panted on top of her then began licking her face gently with his long rasping tongue. She growled playfully in response and he fell asleep on top of her. She wriggled out from under him then padded around the room enjoying her new form. She found that if she concentrated she began to transform back in spite of the moonlight. Resting her hands on the open window she leaned out and breathed in the night sky. A howl from the woods caught her ears. There was no desire this time, the howl wasn't meant for her. She heard the spare room door open and then close with a soft click. Footsteps down the stairs informed her that the young female was responding to the wolf's lust. The backdoor opened and a slim naked figure hurried off towards the woods. "You can stay here after you're done!" the wife called out happily as the figure flashed a thumbs-up then headed up the dirt path. A second howl echoed in the night sky. She looked over at her sleeping mate in his gorgeous powerful wolf form then looked out at the woods again as a third howl drifted to her ears. "Thank you." She whispered before closing the window then settling down with her husband into a peaceful dreamless sleep. Unleashed Desires, Ageless Passions Jane and I had just had another transatlantic argument about money. Its' what married people fall out about apparently, either money or sex. Our situation was unusual. We had both lived in the United States for a while but it was much harder for me to get work there so we decided to return to England. I was the advance party. I had rented a small house in rural Cambridgeshire and the expectation was for me to drum up enough work to be able to support us both. I was good at what I did, but I was no magician. Having been out of the country for years meant rebuilding work relationships and trust. It wasn't happening overnight. And Jane was getting frustrated and angry. I shared her frustration but needed more time. "How much time, for God's sake?" she had screamed at me. It was very hard work and I felt like one-dimensional man. All work and absolutely no play. Mine was a joyless existence, a real deadening drudge but I was determined to get there, to put my life back in order. My social life revolved around the local pub that was an exclusively male domain. I felt lonely. I missed the human warmth of intimacy and needless to say, I missed sex too. After our spat I took deep breaths to try and calm myself. I decided to give the pub a miss that night and take a walk instead. Walking in the countryside was my main exercise, and I loved the countryside too, the wilder the better. I put on my hiking boots and set off down the lane that led from the village to a track that went through woods and fields, uphill and down dale. It was a beautiful summer's evening in an idyllic country village. Smiling inwardly at my surroundings, I thought I should feel happier than this. But my soul felt tired and leaden. The endless search for work was wearing me down. Doing the work was never a problem, just finding it was more difficult. The village was silent apart from the sound of families going about their everyday lives. I could listen to those sounds for hours. "Hello," I heard a voice, a woman's voice and looked around. "Hi," I replied. I hadn't noticed the small figure of a woman out watering an unkempt flowerbed. She was small and slim. It was difficult to guess her age, but her slightly hippy garb told me she was probably over fifty. We exchanged polite banter, about the weather and this and that as English people often do. "I'm staying down at Old Mill Farm," I said, filling in the inevitable curiosity of village people. "I know," she replied and smiled. "So you know, do you...and how much more do you know?" I asked teasingly and she laughed. "Fancy a cup of tea?" she asked. "That would be really lovely," I replied and I meant it. It would be good to enjoy some female company and a change from the pub too. Her small cottage was a long thin bungalow. I followed her through to the sitting room. I was like every consultant I knew. I quickly glanced around the room to find out about the person whom I had known for the past few minutes. My powers of making fast people assessments were acute. They had to be. I specialised in repairing broken businesses, in turn-rounds mainly. People often didn't tell you much in those situations. I had learned how to find out about people very quickly by reading the signs. This was a treasure trove. So many surprises, but so much that was very familiar. I scanned her books and her music collection. I knew the titles well, mainly because I owned most of them myself. "Shall we introduce ourselves properly now?" I asked. "I'm John." "And I'm Rosie," she said. In a very contrived way we shook hands to celebrate our new acquaintance. "Rosie, may I ask you a question? "I noticed that we share a lot of the same tastes in books and music, what sort of work do you do?" "Oh I hope it doesn't put you off, but I'm a counsellor -- a psychologist," she replied self-consciously. I chuckled since I am a qualified psychologist too. I explained and we both laughed together. She offered me whisky or tea. I accepted the whisky and she poured us both very ample measures. We talked and talked and talked. Perhaps we were both lonely, I mused to myself. In a quiet moment when there was time to draw breath, I glanced at my watch. It was one fifteen in the morning. We had chatted incessantly for the best part of five hours. "Rosie, do you know what time it is?" I asked. She played guessing games and lost. "Past my bedtime at least!" I added. I wanted to see her again. "Have you heard about that new Turkish restaurant that's opened in Cambridge? On Sheep Street, I think it is. I'd really love to try it. How about dinner some time?" she asked. I heaved a sigh of relief as she had saved me the embarrassment of asking to see her again. We agreed to have dinner on Friday. It was Wednesday night, now Thursday morning. I thanked Rosie profusely for the evening. I felt deep gratitude, gratitude for making me feel human again. I got up to leave. We said our farewells at the door and I leaned forward to kiss her. I had in mind a polite peck on each cheek. My small peck was intercepted and our lips met. We held each other tight and close. Our tongues danced with passion in each other's mouths. Our arms held each other tightly. This was not the behaviour of two people who were strangers until a few hours ago, but it felt natural, entirely natural. In the kiss, I had found out all about her body in no time at all. She was lithe and slender. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts felt firm, small and firm. She held her body close to mine in a way that said yes. Was this yes tonight or yes on Friday? It was simply yes. Our one kiss lasted forever. It was hungry, passionate, wanton and desiring, so much in a single kiss. When we stopped, we both gasped for breath loudly then broke out in a fit of the giggles, the way teenagers do. We had surprised each other. We held each other tight again. She grabbed my arse and pulled me up tight to her. My hardness pressed against her and my stomach struggling in my briefs. I felt her pert rounded bottom. Small but perfectly formed, I thought. Finally we broke our embrace and a minute or two later I left, left with a beaming smile from ear-to-ear and smiled all the way back to the old farmhouse I called home. I felt a whole cascade of feelings, a dizzy cocktail of human emotions. I felt enlivened, enervated, aroused and excited. But also I felt profoundly guilty. There was Jane to whom I'd never been unfaithful before. I went over and over this in my head. I had told Rosie about Jane and my situation. She knew. But then under an hour ago I would have committed an act of infidelity without a second thought. I went round and round in circles. I had suspected Jane of more than the odd affair, but we had held it all together. This was simply self-justification, and I knew it. I tried to put it all out of my head. The next thing I heard was my alarm clock. On Thursday and Friday, I was out on the road again prospecting for business. There was a lawyer in Bristol, a multi-millionaire in Swindon, a venture capital guy in London. On and on I went, trying to persuade these men in dark suits I could solve their problems for a fee. Time flew by. It was soon Friday afternoon and I had decided to finish early. I had had enough of work this week and anyway, I wanted not to be too tired for my Friday night date. I enjoyed the leisurely ritual of getting ready although if I'm truthful, the anticipation was killing me! I put on some loud lively music and bounced around the house. "For God's sake," I thought. "You're 52 years of age, not 18 anymore!" "Well, fuck it! Who cares!" I said to myself. I showered, shaved and got dressed. I was ready much too early. My clothes were smart casual. I was generally well dressed except on those occasions when I went rambling across the fields. All in all I was not in bad shape either, not unpleasant to look at, but no Brad Pitt by any means. I thought that I should try and keep my cool so I poured myself a long gin and tonic with plenty of ice. I did the best I could do to calm my mood with music. It was classical music this time and I had noticed that Rosie had the same recording of this particular piece. I closed my eyes and for ten seconds or so and managed not to think about making love to Rosie. The phone rang. It was Jane just wanting to say good morning, her time. We chatted amicably for a while with me carefully dodging the subject of money or what I was doing that night. Then I bade her goodbye and said I'd catch up with her at the weekend some time. It was almost time to leave. I had checked my watch every minute on the minute for the past hour! It was time. I got my keys and locked up the old farmhouse. I decided to drive, to take my car. I was ever conscious of drinking and driving so I resolved to have a single glass of wine and lots of water. Rosie looked pleased to see me. She was dressed to go, but still looked like an ageing hippy. A very elegant hippy at that; her kaftan style dress was pure silk and doubtless carried the label of a top designer. She smelt good too. My guess was that it was Chanel no. 5. I know that perfume. It was Jane's favourite too. "Are you wearing what Marilyn Monroe wore in bed?" I joked with her. "Yes, it's my favourite, Chanel no. 5, and what I wear in bed too!" she replied with a wicked grin that I recognised already. We set off and in no time we had arrived at the restaurant. It was very Turkish with low seats and large cushions around the tables. Candles provided the only source of illumination. There was a strong smell of incense like burning jasmine. We found a low table tucked away in a corner with very large embroidered cushions. I wasn't sure how easy it would be to eat sat on a cushion. The menu was long and complicated so we chose the mezes and put our faith in the chef to make our decisions. The waiter brought us large glasses of dark red Turkish wine. I hadn't been out for a civilised meal since I arrived back in England. I lived on snacks, packets and fruit and a fair bit of alcohol too, probably too much alcohol. There was no uneasiness, no self-consciousness and we soon got back into the swing of being together. We chatted and laughed and ate our Turkish treats from numerous small dishes. The food was delicious. I studied Rosie. She had an older face and hands, but her neck was youthful and unblemished. There were no wrinkles of age showing and she had very good skin. I guessed we must be about the same age. I had always tended to go for the younger woman. Jane was about ten years younger than me. Rosie talked in an animated way; she was a bright and independent free spirit. I learned that she had been married to an American too, who was also a management consultant like me. He had left her about eight years ago and run off with another woman, another American. They had had two children who were both long grown-up and working in medicine, a doctor and a nurse. Apparently, the ex-husband's main hobby was internet porn of which he took more notice than he did of her. He also took to hitting his feelings home with his fists from time-to-time. I could not imagine why any man would wish to hit Rosie. She was a delight in almost every way. She had one annoying habit and that was a tendency to be pedantic in a preaching sort of way. I know that those irritating habits you notice early on were the things that came back to haunt relationships later. With Jane, it was her attitude to money. She had always had an unhealthy preoccupation with money that I knew was potentially corrosive of any relationship. There was a question I had to ask Rosie, "Rosie, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but may I ask how old you are?" "Of course, you may. I'm sixty one," she replied. I gulped. Sixty-one, I thought to myself. "You don't look anything like that age. You look at least ten or fifteen years younger," I wasn't lying and my sincerity showed. "It must be the HRT," she joked. "My hormone replacement therapy -- I've been on that for a year now." At that point, my libido fell through a hole in the floor. Maybe I had some very ageist preconceptions about women. But I thought to myself that my sexual interest had been misplaced. After all I was sure that sixty-one year old women had little or no interest in sex. My feelings about the end of our encounter on Wednesday must have been imagined. Maybe it was something I wanted to feel so that was how I experienced it. Sixty-one was definitely too old for sex. This was a long way past the menopause and there were all those mechanical problems to think about too, like vaginal dryness and lubrication. I persuaded myself that there must be a whole host of other reasons why a sixty-one year old woman wouldn't have sex and some of them were very unwholesome. The candle on our table went out. We had long finished eating and drinking and decided to make our way back home. I took Rosie to her door not knowing what to expect. "Won't you come in and have a proper drink now?" she asked warmly. "I'd love to," I responded without even thinking about it. Rosie had an easy hand in pouring scotch. I added lots of ice for cool dilution. She drank hers straight. With a glint in her eye, she looked at me directly and asked, "You will be staying tonight, won't you?" I had a sudden return of misgivings about the much older woman. "Er staying...what do you mean?" I stuttered. As if I needed explanation! "What I mean is that I hope very much that you intend sleeping with me," she said coyly with a sideways look and then blushed. It was one of those blotchy blushes that women do on their face, neck and arms. Her brazen self-confidence may not be all it seems, I thought. "Er look Rosie. I'd love to but...," and that was how I started bumbling and stumbling through all my prejudices and anxieties about women of Rosie's age. I was being a pig, I thought. I'm not really sure why I was so anxious. It may have been that I didn't want anything to spoil what so far had been very special. It may have been also that I feared an encounter of much sexual awkwardness and embarrassment for us both. But I tried to explain my worries to Rosie without being hurtful in any way. She did not deserve that. She looked on with a wry expression of amusement on her face. She waited patiently until I had finished. "Okay, John, I understand...so let's try a small experiment. I want you to come here and sit next to me on the couch then I want you to close your eyes and I'll tell you about the rest as we go," she asked beguilingly. How could I refuse? "Er, what are you going to do?" I asked as if I didn't already half know the answer, straining to keep a straight face. "Just a little adult education, you might call it an enlightenment," Rosie said through her twinkling smile." "I can promise you, you will not find it unpleasant in any way," she added. I agreed and holding my whisky like a comforter I moved to the couch. "Now close your eyes," she said. I obeyed. "Now here's what I want you to do. Keep your eyes closed, move closer to me and kiss me. I'm going to show you something and then tell me what you feel. Put your arms around me," Rosie said in a soothing gentle voice that I imagined she used with her therapy clients. I did as I was told. "Keep your eyes closed now." I did and we kissed, we kissed more passionately than on Wednesday and I felt a real lustful hunger to Rosie's kiss. She had taken my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt her nipple, taut, erect and jutting pushing through the silk as I touched her. "Mmm I think you're getting the idea now, John. What do you feel? Do you sense my arousal, my excitement?" she asked in a gentler whispering tone. "Yes I do," I replied clinically feeling awkward about my loss of control. "It's time to take the experiment to the next level now," she said. She was obviously enjoying this. I had felt my cock stiffen in my pants as soon as we touched. It was now straining at my linen trousers like a tent-pole arguing with its canvas. "Now close your eyes again. This part of the experiment takes a little longer," she said and chuckled. We kissed again with the same heated desire. Once more she took my hand. I knew the feeling of where I was going. She gently drew my hand up her inner thigh. She was kissing my ear and whispered, "I'm taking you there. Can you feel how wet my cunt is for you?" She pushed my fingers against the folds of her soft flesh into the hot dampness of her womanhood. She was wet, very wet. This was a woman with everything working, I thought. I felt mortified with embarrassment at my stupidity. "Kiss me, John. Kiss me and don't stop," Rosie implored. We kissed. I felt her hand encircling my cock feeling its rigid throbbing girth. I caressed her soft wet cunt with my fingers. When the kissing stopped, she whispered again in my ear, "So what do you say now?" "Er...I'm s-so s-sorry...I d-didn't mean to...," I stuttered. "No need for apologies," she said in the same soft voice. "Let's take ourselves off to bed." With that she took me by the hand and led me to the most feminine of rooms. Everything was beautifully coordinated in pastel shades for its restfulness. No more words, I thought. I lifted her dress above her head. She wore no bra or panties. She stood naked for a moment as I admired her. Her skin was soft and milky white. Her breasts were small and firm. There were no stretch marks, no sagging flesh or pudginess. She was beautiful. Her bottom was small and round. It looked edible. She had just one tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair above that precious place where I could see her pink labia, glistening wet and already swollen from excitement. Looking at her I felt all those male urges, she looked vulnerable and she radiated femininity. I wanted to protect her and yet I wanted to have her, to penetrate her deeply. "I can tell you like what you see, now get those clothes off and come here," she said smiling. She always seemed to smile when she spoke. But the smile didn't come from her lips every time. It was her sparkling blue eyes that smiled at me. I undressed quickly. I didn't undo anything that didn't need to be undone. I pulled my things off and slung them roughly on a soft pink armchair. I took her in my arms and we kissed again. I ran my arms slowly down her back and then caressed her beautiful small round arse. I grabbed hold of her arse and pulled her tight to me so that my cock was rampant and squeezed tight between us. I picked her up in my arms and laid her gently on the bed. I had an urge to thrust my cock inside her and fuck her like a demon. But I also wanted to give her pleasure, as much pleasure as she could possibly endure and perhaps more than that. Giving her pleasure would gratify me far more than taking her now and fucking her like an animal. But it was very tempting. I scooped her up in my arms, held her tight and kissed her again. I kissed her neck, teased her ear with my tongue and nibbled at her earlobe. My hand cupped her pert breast and squeezed her nipple gently. I loved hearing her small moans and gasps of pleasure. "Turn over, Rosie. I want to kiss your back," I said echoing her gentleness. She turned without a word and I started kissing her, soft butterfly kisses starting at the nape of her neck. At the same time I caressed her very softly with my fingertips. Moving quickly so that she would not know where the next kiss would land. The kisses and touches were greeted with soft coos of enjoyment. I had reached the small of her back and my lips and fingers softly explored that beautiful arse. I dragged my tongue slowly and softly over that lovely arse that was so good I could eat it. I could smell the musk of her damp cunt. I was tempted to raise her arse and plunge my tongue inside her cunt. I hesitated knowing that my patience would be rewarded.