8 comments/ 63897 views/ 28 favorites Willing Prey By: Enamorada Chloe had to chuckle at the irony... Angers. Perhaps the absurd stream of consciousness of it all took the long way around to actually making sense, considering her reason for being in the small French town. But, looking out at the idyllic view of the town square beneath her window, it was impossible for her to imagine any possible motivation for naming this storybook hamlet, Angers. Angers, France. A hotbed of werewolf lore. In the middle-ages, suspected "werewolves" were hunted just as those accused of witchcraft. Paranoia and superstition ran rampant, and fear of the occult, or what we now refer to as "the supernatural", was a part of every day life. Chloe knew that this was the perfect place to gain inspiration as she penned her book on the subject of lycanthropy: the transformation of man to wolf. She knew, if published, that the book would have a cult following at best, but she had always had a fascination with the notion of werewolves. She intended to find out as much as she could. She knew there had to be local legends and stories to be found in a small town like this that she'd never uncover with a simple internet search. Chloe knew her true fascination was unnatural - the fascination that she would never be able to include in her book. Many an afternoon had been spent in daydreams... not about the bloody horror most would expect to follow, nipping at the heels of any werewolf worth his salt, but about the pack itself: a wolf running in the night, stopping short to emit bone-chilling howls at the sky before savagely taking his mate -- mounting and then knotting her in the cold heavenly spotlight of that clichéd full moon. Chloe could fully envision the wolf partially reverting to his human self, so that the natural balance of a biped could rut the massive animal cock into his bitch's hungry hole. The bitch, in a perpetual state of heat, knows that she is expected to submit to the whims of her mates cock constantly. She dances back and forth between her wolf form and her near human form -- a tight blanket of soft downy hair covering her magically delicious body ... soft tufts of hair frame her snarling, snapping, yelping mini-snout as her cunt is once again taken by her alpha master's cock. Chloe had done several drawings of what she'd imagined this hot, half-human bitch would look like: those soft tufts at the chin dissolving into a thin coat of hair that covers a purring throat... running down to encircle breasts, but leaving the hard, aroused peaks exposed to lapping tongues and snapping teeth... the coat meeting under her breasts to collect in a V toward her navel and then flaring out again slightly as it approaches her needy fuckhole... covering her legs but leaving her inner thighs and pussylips almost completely hairless, as if nature was previously aware of what would be the bitch's need to feel all of that painfully massive cock as deeply as possible. The bitch knows that pain is part of the mating process. A big part. And each remembrance of the pain experienced makes her juices run in anticipation of the next satisfying rut. Isn't this also ironic: complete satisfaction that still always leaves a need for more? This is what Chloe imagines. And, if pressed, this is what Chloe fantasizes she is... in the night when her fingers fill her own hot hole, and she imagines the kind of beastly fucking she's always wanted but has never been able to find in the human world. She dreams of being this bitch. And she dreams of being taken as savagely as she knows this bitch needs to be taken. With a start, Chloe realized that she'd done it again -- fallen into this perverse reverie of hers when she should be unpacking, settling in and finding some dinner. She also knows she should be getting some preliminary work done, but jetlag is quickly catching up with her, and she knew she'd be lucky to get to dinner at all before passing out for the night. Hanging up only a few easily-wrinkled dresses and tossing her lingerie in a convenient drawer, Chloe dialed the number for room service and ordered a light supper. Changing into her nearly sheer nightgown, she prepared to fall into bed as soon as her dinner arrived and she'd taken a few bites. Hearing an abrupt clang behind her, Chloe swirled, revealing most of her thighs to an enormous man. He was standing next to a cart that held her dinner, and he was leaning against her doorframe as though he owned the place. Sure he could see through her gown, she made an attempt at nonchalance as she folded her arms in front of her breasts, irritated at her hard nipples. Before she could open her mouth to scold this rude stranger for not knocking before entering her room, he raised his nose into the air, and he took a whiff. How completely bizarre, Chloe thinks. "I will thank you for bringing up my tray, but not for letting yourself into my room without permission. Now please leave, or I will report you to the manager." Chloe tried to impress this man with her most intimidating tone. She sees red when all he does is smirk at her. He doesn't move an inch. "Please feel free to extend your most heartfelt criticism," he breathes at her in the most unique French accent she'd ever heard. Somehow there is almost a hint of an eastern European influence in his voice... in France? "It will save me time in trying to get downstairs to answer the phone. I am the manager. And the owner. And the cook for that matter. And I'm not surprised you didn't hear me knock... with a body like yours, I would be constantly distracted by myself as well whenever I was as close to being naked as you are, mon cherie." Before Chloe could bark another complaint at this presumptuous, and completely captivating, man he instantly closed the space between them, snatched her hand to his lips and kissed it. With a bowed head, and looking up at her from beneath half closed lids, he murmured, "Please call me Anton. It is my privilege to be at your service." This time Chloe forgot to be irritated at her body's betrayal when she felt a dam nearly burst between her legs. Her cheeks flushed... her lips parted... she realized that she was panting! Quickly, she jerked her hand away in an attempt to break the spell. "Is there something wrong, Chloe?" Anton straightened and took a step, closing the last of the gap between them. He was now pressed lightly against her. "How did you know my name?" She gasped more from the contact than his use of her name... of course he knew her name. He would have had to have made the reservation if he himself was the manager. Anton says nothing in response except to grin and slip an arm around her, pulling her tightly to him. Chloe grits her teeth in an attempt to keep her knees from buckling. Why is she unable to keep from swooning when this stranger's hands are on her? Anton leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I have smelled all I need to know." Chloe then felt as though she were falling. She was almost unconsciously aware of warm wetness moving over her body... with a start, she sat up in bed. She was alone. She was aware of the cool moistness of her gown -- especially over her nipples and belly and thighs. The gown itself was pushed, exposing her completely from the waist down. Her legs were splayed wide open and her cunt was on fire as though it had been eaten to her satisfaction repeatedly. What happened? Did she really fall asleep so suddenly? Hadn't there been man here? Yes... there's the tray. She looked at the antique clock on the night table... hours had passed and all was darkness... all except for the enormous moon shining through her window, illuminating most of her room. And there was a strange sound... it was coming from just beneath her window... a raspy, uneven... what... panting? As Chloe neared the window, the sound seemed to grow exponentially as she emerged fully out of sleep. As she came into the frame of the window itself, she had to shield her eyes for a moment, as the moon briefly seemed as bright as the mid-afternoon sun. As the bright haze cleared from her vision, Chloe had another image that her brain, for a moment, would not register. The square below was now nothing more than a tangled writhing mass of animals. Enormous wolves humped fat red cocks into grunting bitches and tall, unnaturally hairy men pinned equally hairy, naked women beneath them as they forced massive purple pricks into humping, dripping holes. Everywhere there were snapping teeth. Snarls and yelps encouraged mates to fuck harder... to stretch holes... to fuck deeper... to rut... to squirt hot cum into these hot, knotted, needy bitches. As Chloe's took in the orgy, her eyes were drawn to the only unmoving form. The man who had been in her room earlier was there. In the midst of the constant rutting, he stood motionless, looking up at her window. He was now covered in a thin sheen of fur and he was naked. His cock stood against his belly, fully erect. Even from this distance, Chloe could see the veins and the constant twitching of the prick as he watched her. It was true.... Werewolves... Chloe shuddered as she realized her fantasies were not as fantastic as she'd once assumed. At the moment it struck Chloe how aroused she was... that her hands were roaming her body in full view of this man-beast, Anton vaulted over the twisted bodies at his feet, heading for the door to the hotel. Chloe screamed and tore open her own door. The adrenaline her fear was producing propelled her down the back stone steps and out a nearly hidden door into a forgotten courtyard behind the hotel. She sprinted for the woods on the other side of the obviously unused patio. Immediately, she was unable to stay on her feet. The ground was so rutted with roots and branches that she continuously fell to her knees in her haste. It took no time at all for Anton to catch up to her. Chloe at one moment heard his panting and in the next he was behind her... on her... tearing off all of her gown at once. She screamed and struggled, but that only served to twist her into the perfect position. In one movement, the animal that was Anton turned her to face him and impaled her on that massive prick. Blackness... waves... she was bouncing on waves... but why was there pain? Chloe opened her eyes. Anton was straddling a large fallen tree truck. Chloe was straddling him, her legs wrapped completely around him. His huge baseball bat cock was rooted in her torn, bloody cunt. He was humping slowly and powerfully... moving them together without actually sliding her as yet on his pulsing meat. Occasionally he would grab her hips and rotate them, stretching her a little more for him. She moaned, unable to speak. She sucked air in through gritted teeth when he finally pulled her up and down on his cock... but only slightly. The pain was intense, but Chloe was still unable to keep from wrapping her arms around the thickly muscled neck and push her abused pussy back down his pole. She was being taken. Her fantasies were no more. This is what she'd been born for. This is what she was. This is what she needed... her scent to be caught... to be hunted... taken... rutted. Anton knew. She felt teeth sinking into her shoulder as she herself began to pick up the speed of her bucking. She began riding his prick, giving what he was taking... needing what he was giving. An inhuman tongue lapped at the blood she knew was flowing from her body. In the light of the moon, Chloe watched her body transform. She was suddenly filled with a new kind of animalistic need that she didn't know was possible. It was as if she was pulled through a thick curtain and in that instant she was on her hands and knees. NO... she was on her paws. She was fully the animal being mounted like the bitch she'd always wanted to be. She turned her head to see her new mate, still in his half-human form and pushing that massive purple cock up her canine hole. As he rutted her she looked back again now at the complete wolf behind her... snout in the air, teeth snapping, snarling as he forced his cock fully into her bitch hole. They bucked together in the nearly mindless need they shared, both being driven by the intensity of the most animalistic urge. Chloe's canine mind registered hands on her belly, pulling her up on her hind legs. As she stood erect, she was pulled backward through that wet haze and a portion of her human mind was restored to her. Anton pushed her back onto the fallen log and with a wet plop, his cock fell out of her overstretched, sopping hole. He grabbed her hands and made her pull herself apart at the ankles. "Split that cunt open, bitch!" he growled. He dropped to his knees and she watched as an eerily long tongue snaked out to flick painfully at her large, hard, erect clit. Then he descended on her. He locked his lips onto her gaping cunt and sucked her juices from her hungrily. Strumming her clit with his claws, he made her cum flow onto his long rough tongue. She pulled herself open for him wider, desperate for his invasion... needing this violation more than anything else. He slid up her body, pulling her legs up with him and pushing her hole up to face the sky. She whimpered like a whore as she watched him work his cock back into her furry body. Their bodies were soon slapping together, each desperate to be knotted to the other. Chloe felt the swelling at the entrance to her cunt begin. Anton wasted no time. Sweating and grunting, he forced the softball sized knot into her. Unable to move off of him, but humping at lightning speed, Chloe masturbated her hole on him, cumming repeatedly as Anton filled her with his canine sperm... ... Chloe opened her eyes, sweat matting the hair covering their bodies. Anton was still on top of her. His knot had receded, but his cock still filled her... claiming her... she now knew what it felt like to be owned. She looked over his shoulder, and she saw the pack... they were completely surrounded... red eyes peered out at them from the trees... she saw half human claws jacking animal pricks... unnaturally long but somehow feminine fingers filled fuckable holes as half canine whores yelped and humped, openly masturbating amidst the group... ... these were the last completely human thoughts Chloe had as she once again greedily succumbed to her animal self... to the bouncing red cocks that were approaching... wanting to take their turn with her... their pack's newest bitch. ---------------------------- Thank you for reading, and I hope you have enjoyed the story. I welcome your comments, but if you insist on making them then please refrain from doing so anonymously. If you're brave enough to be here and read this, then you should be brave enough to post a username. Isn't that what usernames are for after all - to afford the anonymity that doesn't come with the name on our birth certificate? Willing Prey "I can't," the pretty young brunette said softly to the tall short haired blonde woman standing beside her beside the bar. "I'm not into girls," she laughed nervously, " and besides that I'm married." She held up her left hand and showed Shelly a small diamond ring and matching wedding band. She was in her early twenties and was much too young, Shelly thought, to be married. The two women had been talking for nearly two hours and Shelly had bought three rounds of drinks for them both. The hotel bar was filled mostly with women in town for a teacher's convention. Lisa, the pretty brunette was an elementary school teacher from a small town in Iowa but Shelly was a local. She had worked as a cop for the last fifteen years and was at the bar with a few friends celebrating her promotion to Detective III. She spotted the pretty young teacher sitting alone at the bar shortly after arriving. Her eyes had continued to flash in the brunette's direction and after getting caught looking for a third time she left her friends and joined the solo brunette at the end of the bar. "I won't tell him if you don't," Shelly teased as she inched closer to her prey. She held eye contact and smiled unassumingly as she gauged the girl's reaction. Shelly had a type and the pretty brunette was it. She was decidedly femme and had the youthful innocence of the girl next door but there was a knowing spark of curiosity in the young woman's beautiful brown eyes; couple that with a pretty face, long silky brown hair, a tight compact body and magnificent perky tits and Shelly was spellbound. Married or not, Shelly knew the pretty young woman had a secret. The brunette giggled nervously and flashed a perfect white smile. "You're bad," she said softly as she looked down at the floor. Lisa had known when she first saw Shelly that she was a lesbian. She was around 40 with a short butch haircut but she was not unattractive. Her face would have been almost beautiful with a little eye makeup and she had pretty blue eyes as well as a really nice smile. Shelly was almost 6' tall with a thick muscular body and she towered over the 5'3" teacher. Her breasts were big and, though she hid it behind men's jeans and a loose fitting polo shirt; she had a nice hourglass shape almost like a super sized version of the sexy redhead from Mad Men. Shelly brushed a stray hair away from the brunette's cheek. She had played this game before and she knew when to push. The brunette was clearly intrigued and she was a long way from home in a town that she knew no one. "You're not into girls?" Shelly prodded skeptically. "Nope, not really. Sorry," the brunette giggled again. She was trying to sound sure of herself but failing miserably. "Come on Lisa," Shelly smiled questioningly as she pressed on, "have you ever thought about it?" She knew the honest answer to her question but would Lisa lie? "Of course I have thought about it," Lisa answered honestly as she giggled again. "Every girl has." The nervous giggling might be annoying in some women but from Lisa it was adorable. "Then why haven't you tried it," Shelly asked as she inched slightly closer to the pretty young woman. She could smell her perfume. It was light and airy and Shelly liked it. She liked it a lot. "Uh, I dunno, never really thought about it," the brunette stammered. "And I never really had the opportunity," she lied. Her mind flashed back to her sophomore year at NYU. Her roommate Pamela was in the midst of her experimental phase and made several drunken passes at her. Pamela was obviously much younger than Shelly, but she was tomboyish with a strong muscular body from a lifetime playing field hockey and she too had pretty blue eyes. Lisa laughed off Pamela's advances at the time but they had stuck with her. In the years since college she sometimes found herself alone on the computer when her husband, Brian, was out of town. She would watch girl/girl movies on various websites. They always made her wet but most of the girls were plastic and you could tell that they were faking it. When left to her own imagination, Lisa's fantasies revolved around real women, real women who looked like Shelly or Pamela. Strong, confident and, yes, butch women were what Lisa was drawn to and standing in front of her was the chance to fulfill her deepest fantasy. "Well now you have the opportunity," Shelly said reading the young woman's mind. She grazed the back of her hand across the Lisa's cheek. The big butch's gentle touch sent shivers through Lisa's petite body. Lisa closed her eyes and sighed softly, "I shouldn't," she stammered nervously. She felt her heart racing and she hoped Shelly couldn't hear it. "But you want to," Shelly said playfully. She knew she was close. Lisa looked down at the floor as her cheeks flushed crimson red. She could feel the familiar squishy feeling between her legs and she was sure her thong was soaked. "No," she whispered. It was a lie and from her expression she knew Shelly saw right through it. Shelly moved closer until Lisa's body was pinned between her and the bar. Her hand slipped around the pretty brunette's waist and she pulled her even closer as she slipped a denim covered thigh between the young woman's legs causing her skirt to ride up exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Come home with me," she whispered in the pretty brunette's ear. Her lips grazed the girl's earlobe and she heard Lisa let out a low moan. Shelly's free hand touched the girls stocking clad thigh and slowly moved upward. Lisa felt a tremendous surge of wetness between her legs. "Oh god," she sighed. She wanted to run but her limbs felt heavy. Her body was trembling and she could feel the warmth of Shelly's breath in her ear. She was scared but too excited to move. She held her breath and bit her bottom lip as Shelly's fingers continued to draw a line up her thigh. "Or we can go upstairs to your room," Shelly continued. Her leg moved higher between Lisa's thighs and she could feel an almost imperceptible movement of the teachers hips. Her fingers moved between them and touched the wet silk of the young woman's panties. Lisa knew what she wanted but she was frightened. She had been raised in a religious family in a small town and homosexuality was taught to be wrong. That was why she had laughed off Pamela's advances in college and why she had married Brian when deep down she knew there was something missing. Lisa moaned softly as Shelly's calloused finger touched the sopping fabric of her tiny thong. She shuddered unable to speak. "You're wet," Shelly whispered as her tongue traced the outline of Lisa's ear. "Uhh," Lisa squeaked. She could smell Shelly's warm sweet breath tickle her nostrils. She could feel the searing heat of Shelly's hand as it rested on the small of her back. She hesitated as she considered the ramifications of her decision. She was a thousand miles from home and she knew she would never get an opportunity like this back home or maybe ever again. "Yes," the pretty brunette finally answered meekly. "Upstairs." They walked from the bar. Shelly's hand stayed on the young woman's back as they left together as a couple. Lisa heart was pounding with excitement as they waited for the elevator. 'Oh god,' she thought as she felt the onset of a panic attack. 'How can I get out of this?' Her body was shaking. 'I can't do it.' Shelly sensed the woman's apprehension. Her hand left the girls back and she took Lisa's hand in hers. "Relax," she said softly as she looked into the young woman's eyes. She had calmed people in far more stressful situations. She was good at it. It was a talent that had served her well over the years. The elevator doors opened and Lisa quickly stepped inside. The car was empty and she was glad to see that they were alone. She pushed the button for her floor and turned to face Shelly. She looked sheepishly at the older woman as she felt a wave of tranquility pass over her. The bright lighting in the elevator brought out the blue in the older woman's eyes. She did have a pretty face. The doors closed and Shelly moved closer. She took Lisa's hands and pulled her tight. She leaned in and kissed the pretty brunette tenderly. Lisa felt Shelly's body against hers as their lips met in a soft kiss. She tensed momentarily and then melted against the bigger woman's warm body. Lisa's lips parted of their own accord and Shelly's tongue slipped into her mouth. Shelly's tongue was long and thick and it moved around her mouth in an incredible sensuous frenzy. Her lips were soft and supple and unlike anything she had felt before. The kiss was amazing. Lisa felt Shelly's tongue slither around hers and she moaned softly into the butch woman's hot mouth as she pressed herself hard against the bigger woman's strong body. Her heart was racing and she was more turned on than she had been in years. They kissed deeply while the elevator climbed 11 floors and when the chime sounded at their floor they reluctantly separated. Lisa was breathing heavy, and her body was on fire. She took Shelly's hand and they walked hand in hand to her room. She was no longer unsure but she felt a million butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She stumbled with the electronic key until the door finally opened and they quickly stepped inside. The door closed behind them and Shelly bent down to kiss the petite brunette. Lisa's mouth opened and their tongues entwined in a deep French kiss as Shelly unzipped the young teachers dress. She pushed the dress off the brunette's shoulders and let it fall to the floor as they continued to kiss. Shelly had wanted to sweep the young woman off her feet the moment she saw her in the bar and as the dress fell to the floor she did just that. She hoisted the smaller woman into her strong arms and effortlessly carried her to the bed. Lisa was stunned at how strong Shelly was. She wrapped her arms around the big cop's thick neck as Shelly carried her across the room and looked into the older woman's pretty blue eyes. She felt something unexplainable, an epiphany of sorts as though she was were she belonged. She kissed Shelly softly and, despite the warm temperature of the room, goose bumps covered her nearly naked body. Shelly lowered the pretty brunette to the bed and smiled. "God you are beautiful," she said quietly. "Thank you," Lisa said quickly, "so are you." She lay on the bed in just her underwear. She felt exposed and vulnerable and instinctively crossed her arm across her chest. She had always been self conscious of her breasts. They weren't huge but she thought they looked freakish on her small frame and she thought that her nipples were too big. Shelly smiled at Lisa's sign of insecurity. "They are perfect," Shelly said reassuringly as she touched the young woman's face. Lisa felt relieved and rolled onto her side to face Shelly. "Let me see you," the young woman said softly. She reached up and unsnapped the blonde's jeans and watched excitedly as Shelly pulled her shirt up over her head exposing her enormous 38dd breasts. They were held in place with a tight sports bra but even so they looked huge. Shelly felt Lisa's hungry eyes looking at her as she pulled her sports bra over her head. Her huge tits were capped with big sensitive brown nipples and they sagged under their own weight as she set them free. "Oh my god," Lisa moaned at the sight of Shelly's tits. She sat up facing the butch woman and swung her legs to each side as she unzipped Shelly's pants and pulled them down over her wide hips. Shelly stepped out of her jeans and stood in between Lisa's spread legs in just a pair of white cotton men's boxers. "God that's hot," Lisa sighed. The sight of Shelly's sexy feminine body juxtaposed with her boyish hairstyle as she wore men's boxers was the most erotic vision the young teacher had ever seen. She looked up at Shelly with hungry eyes as she reached out and touched the bigger woman's naked flesh. She pulled Shelly's boxers over her wide hips exposing a thick forest of blonde pubic hair. Lisa's fingers trembled as she ran her hands through the coarse untrimmed fur between Shelly's legs. She could smell the faint musky scent of aroused pussy and it excited her even more. Shelly saw the lust in Lisa's eyes and she knew what to do. She pushed the petite brunette softly onto her back and climbed on the bed beside her. Lisa lay beside Shelly and ran her hands over the big woman's body. She had never felt skin so soft. The curves of Shelly's body, her big soft tits and her strong muscular legs turned Lisa on much more than her husband's body ever had. Shelly rolled on top on the small brunette and pushed her hairy pussy hard against Lisa's smooth shaved cunt. "Oh god," Lisa moaned at the intimate contact as their pussies slid together. Shelly lowered her mouth to Lisa's and the kissed passionately as their hips ground together at a frenetic pace. Their tongues entwined and the room filled with raw animalistic noises. Lisa's body was on fire. The seduction and foreplay had combined to bring the young woman to the brink of orgasm before Shelly had climbed between her legs. The weight of her new lover's body on hers, the intimacy of their pussies sliding together exchanging fluids and the erotic deep sensuous kisses all conspired to bring her to a fast powerful climax. Shelly felt Lisa's body quiver beneath her and she ground her hairy cunt hard against Lisa soft smooth pussy. She held the young woman's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Her long thick tongue thrust into Lisa's mouth and Lisa sucked hard on it as she cried and yelped like an excited puppy. Lisa's body shook like an 8.5 earthquake. She was weak and breathless went the last waves of pleasure rolled through her body. "That was amazing," Lisa said weakly between soft tender kisses. Shelly allowed Lisa time to recover. She kissed the young brunette tenderly as she caressed her tight compact body. Lisa had never been multi-orgasmic. Her climaxes always left her clit far too sensitive for another run at the prize. Shelly seemed to know exactly what she needed. Her fingers touched her in just the right places and just the right way. Lisa felt her body responding to the butch's touch and when Shelly dipped two fingers into her honey pot Lisa moaned with need. Shelly pumped two fingers into Lisa's pussy. Her rough fingertips stroked the younger woman's g-spot with each stroke and the sexy brunette jogged her hips to meet her fingers. "Oh fuck, don't stop," Lisa pleaded. The words seemed to come from somewhere else. "Do you want more Baby?" Shelly teased. "Yes," the young woman hissed as she ground her hips against the strong butch's rough hand. Shelly pushed a third finger inside Lisa's quivering quim. "Your tight baby, your husband must not be fucking you enough, or is he small?" "He's not very big, and we don't do it much," Lisa moaned as her legs started to shake. "Want another," Shelly asked as she made a cone from her big hand and pushed it into Lisa's soaking wet cunt. The young brunette was wetter than ever and Shelly four fingers stretched her wide open. She moaned with pleasure as the first wave rolled through her body. "Please don't stop baby," Lisa begged. Her eyes clenched tight and she cried out loudly. Her body spasmed and quaked uncontrollably. She felt something surge from her pussy. A warm liquid covered Shelly's hand and the bed beneath her ass. She had heard of squirters but she had never thought she was one. Shelly pulled her soaking wet hand from Lisa's pussy and rose onto her knees. She straddled the brunette's pretty face and slowly lowered her pussy to her mouth. Lisa had never seen a woman's pussy up close but she had dreamed of it for years. She saw the slick wet folds of Shelly's pussy and her heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful and the scent was amazing. Her tongue flicked out and caressed the big butch's thick meaty lips. The taste was electric and a delicious mix of salty sweet. She sucked her lips into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them as Shelly moaned loudly. Lisa pushed her tongue deep inside her new lover's cunt as her juices ran down her face. Her tongue strummed Shelly's clit making her legs quiver as her climax approached. "Right there," the big butch hissed. Her body shook as she came hard on Lisa's pretty face. Shelly lay beside Lisa in post climactic bliss. They continued to kiss as Lisa explored her new lover's big strong body. She kissed Shelly's neck and the big woman moaned softly. Lisa slid between her butch lover's thighs and pressed her mouth to Shelly's big beautiful tits. She sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled on the big soft orbs as the night ticked away. She slithered between the butch's strong muscular thighs and inhaled the scent of her arousal. She pressed her tongue against Shelly's liquid core and marveled at her delicious flavor. She wondered why she had waited so long to give in to her carnal lesbian desires. Shelly lay against the headboard on the hotel bed with Lisa between her widely spread legs. The pretty brunette had spent over an hour licking, sucking and fingering the butch woman's cunt bringing her to at least ten gut clenching orgasms and she showed no signs of stopping. She sank three fingers inside Shelly's elastic pussy and strummed her tongue over Shelly's hard clit until she came again. Lisa couldn't tear herself away from Shelly's pussy. It was as though she had discovered her purpose in life and that purpose was to lick pussy. Shelly pulled Lisa up beside her. "Let's get some sleep," she told Lisa as she wrapped her arms around her. They kissed and Lisa slipped into the most restful sleep she had in years. She awoke as Shelly was getting dressed. "Will you call me?" Lisa asked. She knew the answer but she also knew the truth. "Of course I will," Shelly lied as she kissed the pretty brunette goodbye. Lisa sighed as she watched her butch lover leave. She would fly home to Iowa but she knew that Pandora's Box had been opened. She touched her raw sore pussy and smiled as she though of the new endless possibilities her life held.