Kristoph attacked me. He pushed me down on the bed once again, straddling my waist, his mouth suckling my nipples and slurping, biting, nibbling, nibbling all over. I sighed and grunted, pressing my chest forward, into his mouth.
“Oooh, that’s so good. I love your mouth. I love what you can do with it,” I murmured as he suckled my nipples. While he suckled one, he stroked the other, swirling his finger around the perimeter, coming teasingly close to the center of my pleasure before spiraling outward. I would sigh in frustration when his finger left my nipple and then gasp in delight when it returned. I was already sopping wet but I found my hand sliding down to rub my pussy, stroking my wet lips and my hard clit.
I shuddered as his lips continued their assault, suckling and tugging at my flesh relentlessly. This was exactly what I had needed in my life—not just a hot mouth to suckle my nipples but a bad boy, an alpha male who didn’t take shit from anyone and could knock out any asshole with a single punch if he had to. My legs wrapped tight around him, pressing my clit against his waist and shuddering as jolts of pleasure shot through my body.
I reached down to his crotch and began to undo his pants. First came the belt, then the zipper, then he let me slide them down his powerful legs and tears off his boxers. And oh, god, what a surprise was waiting for me…
His cock was huge and pointed proudly, directly at my lips. My hungry lips. He pressed it between my tits and I noticed that at the base of his cock, he had a big, thick knot, rather like a dog’s. His cock was knotted like a dog’s! What would it feel like to have that inside of me? I just had to wonder. It would stretch me out and make me scream and cry and I wanted that more than anything right at that very moment, more than I could ever remember wanting anything. I wanted this werewolf to claim me, to mount me, to ride me, to knot me, to fuck me into submission. Maybe he would even turn into a wolf while he fucked me, ripping me apart, becoming a complete animal as he slammed his length over and over into me? That magnificent cock… It was enough to make my mouth water.
Kristoph pressed my tits around his cock. Fortunately, my breasts were bountiful and soft enough to wrap around his meat nicely and began to fuck them, stroking his cock and the skin surrounding his shaft in and out, in and out of my soft, breasty embrace. I sighed in delight as he stroked my nipples and as his cock came close to my lips, I shot my tongue out and licked the tip, stroking it with my tongue as delicately and quickly as I could. But I wanted more than this. I wasn’t content to just let him fuck my tits. I wanted more, more of Kristoph, more of this werewolf, more of his magnificent, giant cock.
I caught his cock in my mouth, taking it deep. I began to bob my head, holding him tightly around the base, around his throbbing knot as I swooped down over his hot shaft, rocking my head back and forth, leaning up and taking him as deep as I could. The last time I had given a blow job was over a year ago, again to the ex-boyfriend from high school, and I was glad that I still remembered how to do it. Fortunately, it turned out that it was just like riding a bicycle. You never really forget how to suck a cock.
His huge shaft was much more impressive than the dick I sucked in high school, however, and it wasn’t long before I struggling, struggling to take his massive shaft down my throat. But I persevered, devouring his cock and stroking my tongue up from the base of his balls, over his throbbing knot, and then up, up, up along his shaft. I swirled my tongue around his hot, throbbing cockhead and then down along his veined shaft. I wanted more, more of his delicious cock and it was all I craved as I sucked him, devouring his flesh.
Now, he began to thrust his hips into my mouth, driving his hot, hardness down my throat, into my mouth. I gagged a little but I kept things together, suckling him and bobbing more and more, my lips swirling over his flesh.
I felt his cock start to tighten and start to twitch. Was he getting close?
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Kandi, Jesus…”
With that, his moans only grew in intensity and volume until, suddenly, he was cumming, pouring stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into my mouth. I swallowed it down as best I could, slurping my lips and swallowing each hot load as he fired his hot seed down my throat, as if injecting it directly into my mouth.
With a plop, he slid his cock out of my mouth, hot cum dribbling down my lips. I darted my tongue out of my lips and lapped it up, using my fingers to catch any that had escaped.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Kristoph said with a sigh, sitting back on the bed. I hoped he didn’t think we were done…
“So, are you going to tell me what your name is?” I demanded, pouncing on top of him, my tits hanging over his face. He leaned forward, catching one of my nipples in his mouth and suckling hard on it. I squeezed my eyes shut, sighing in pleasure as he sucked me.
“You still have to guess,” he insisted.
“Or maybe I’ll torture it out of you,” I announced and I straddled his face, pressing my pussy against his lips. He knew what to do immediately: I felt his hot tongue dart out and swirl around my cunt, working its way up my clit and over my hot pussy. I sighed and moaned, shuddering as he lapped at my pussy, slurping at my wetness as he made love to my pussy with his mouth, tongue-fucking it like it was his job.
I ground my pussy harder and harder down onto his face, driving my clit into his nose, pressing my pussy lips into his own lips. His tongue worked its way along my nether lips from down at the base of my cunt up and up, over my hot lips and up to my clit, swirling around. I groaned and clutched at my tits, squealing with each lap of his tongue.
“Fuck, I’m getting close again,” I moaned and it was true. I squeezed my eyes shut, pleasure lancing through my body as I came closer and closer to that glorious orgasm. His tongue darted through my pussy lips again and again before finally settling on my clit, swirling all over and then, there I was: cumming on top of a boy I had only met a day before, my body wracked with pleasure as I shuddered and convulsed. His tongue kept working as I came, and I admired him for that, even if my pussy was so sensitive at this point that each movement of his tongue was like exquisite torture.
I rolled off him, lying next to the werewolf and panting, my body on fire. But we weren’t done yet. In a second, Kristoph’s clothes (what remained of them) were lying on the ground and he was on top of me, pressing his cock against my pussy. How was he hard again? I’d never know—except maybe it was his incredible wolf stamina that kept his cock going when a lesser man would have given up.
He slid into me easily since by this point, my pussy was pretty soaked and stretched out nicely. Yet he was huge and I found myself gasping and arching my back as he entered me, trying to make way for that giant cock as he spread me apart.
“Oh, fuck, god…” I moaned, squealing as his cock penetrated me. “You’re so fucking big!”
“And you’re a right little girl,” he said with a grunt, pushing my hips forward and lifting up my ass just enough so that he could give it a hard slap. I squealed and shuddered as the slap sent pleasant reverberations through my entire body. I shuddered and groaned as he began to thrust into me, his cock starting to pump me, slamming into my pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned, gripping the powerful werewolf close, imagining him as a huge beast, driving his cock into me. The knot at the base of his dick—more like a dog’s dick than a human being’s—would rip into me and I would be conquered by that beast, mounted and fucked into submission…
And that was exactly what was happening. Of course, Kristoph was a human now, and not a wolf, but his huge cock continued to drive into me with each passing second and slowly, I felt the knot of his dick start to push inside of me, spreading the entrance to my pussy wide, opening me up. And then in an instant, with one powerful thrust, he had his entire cock, knot and all, deep inside of me. I screamed and arched my back, pressing my hips forward, wanting more—more of that werecock, with its thick knot and more of my werewolf, with his powerful body. His hands were like pure lightning on my body as h
e drew them over, stroking my flesh, burning as it was under his passionate, hard-working body.
His hips slammed into me, slapping my own as he pounded me, the tip of his cock pressing deeper and deeper into my hot, wet center. I had never had sex without a condom before and I loved the way my cunt could feel ever inch of his dick, the way my flesh was pressed right up against him flesh, the way I felt it slide into me… It was exquisite and I never wanted it to stop.
“Harder, harder, fuck, Kristoph, harder!” I moaned, running my fingers up and through his hair, holding it tight and pulling him in deeper.
“Still not my name,” he replied with a grunt as he pounded me.
“Tell me!” I squealed, moaning as his dick slammed into me again and again.
“You have to guess,” he growled playfully and his lips latched onto my neck, suckling me as he pounded me. I groaned and gasped as he continued to invade my pussy, my hole spreading wide to take his knotted cock. Up until that very moment, I had never had anything so large in my pussy and I never would have been able to imagine taking something that big but here I was, accepting his huge rod into my hot, sticky depths and loving every second of it.
Taken
And then I felt his cock start to twitch. It was only a small twitch at first, almost indistinguishable from the normal throbbing that I felt in his cock but then it grew, twitching more and more, his shaft tightening in my deep channel before finally, he erupted, spilling stream after stream of his hot seed into me.
Oh, god, I realized suddenly: he was cumming inside of me. This was something I had never experienced and I loved it. God, how I loved it—but what would become of this? What would happen if I got pregnant? Would I give birth to a… A werewolf?
But I couldn’t think about these things right not, not with the exquisite torturous pleasure of Kristoph’s thick werecock pumping inside of me as he dropped a hot, silky load of sticky cum right where I needed it most.
He slid out of me with a pop, rolling off me. It was only when his flaccid cock slid out of me that I realized how much my pussy was throbbing and aching from the hard pounding. But still… I was aching even more for him. I wanted more.
“You’re not done, are you?” I whispered, panting and covered in sweat. He was glistening with sweat himself, his gorgeous, perfect physique practically dripping.
“Me? Of course not,” he replied with a grin.
Before he could tell me what to do, I got on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up in the air. I reached behind me to grasp my ass cheeks—and, if I do say so myself, I have quite a nice ass, big and soft, the kind that men at the bar love to slap—and I spread them wide for him, revealing my wet, pink cunt for him once again.
But it wasn’t my cunt that he pressed his cock against—no, it was my tight asshole.
“Wait a second, Kristoph,” I began. “I’ve never had anything back there!”
“First time for everything,” he said with a grunt and dug his strong fingers into me, holding me still as he penetrated me. I shuddered, his cock spreading my tight, virgin ass wide as he drove it into me. He was so strong and before long, he was overcoming any resistance that my muscles might have tried to mount. I groaned as he slid his meat into me and I instinctively pressed my hips back against him, even as his cock forced its way into me. It hurt but it was a hungry kind a hurt, a hurt that made me only want more of it. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, feeling tears come to them as he fucked his cock into me and suddenly, the knot of his werecock was spreading my ass open wide.
I had to bite down hard on the bed sheets to keep from screaming. I was afraid the motel staff might think something was amiss and frankly, it was… I was about to get my ass fucked by a werewolf! Not that I was really complaining… My pussy was flowing and hungry, demanding more of this.
I gasped as the rest of his cock found its way into my ass, my tight ring of muscle gaping and stretched tight around his meaty shaft. He began to pump into me, driving his massive shaft into my ass over and over. I whined and cried, pressing my hips back into the werewolf’s cock, sliding my tight asshole over his meat again and again, groaning with each second.
“Please, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck me harder!” I gripped the bed and suddenly, I couldn’t control it anymore. I began to scream, tears dripping from my eyes as the hardness pressed deeper and deeper into my tight center, hitting a tense spot that I didn’t even know existed but which drove me crazy once he began to pound his cock into it.
“Harder! Harder!” I cried. “Rip me apart! I’m all yours!”
“That’s exactly right,” Kristoph whispered in my ear. “And if you play your cards right, you’ll even learn my name.”
“Tell me!” I whined, pressing back with my hips even more, trying to get every last centimeter of that magnificent cock inside my ass. My muscles were massaging his cock as he pounded me and I couldn’t take it anymore. To my amazement, I realized I was cumming, my pussy exploding without ever having been touched. It was a deeper, more powerful orgasm than the one I had before. It started deep in my belly and it expanded outward, making me tremble and sending shockwaves through my body.
The twitching of my ass around his cock must have driven him over the edge too because before long, he was cumming as well: the same hot, pumping spurts that had driven me crazy when he came in my ass were now ripping into my ass, making me twitch and throb with pleasure as I moaned and pressed into him, my hungry asshole swallowing every single drop of his cum as he dumped his hot load inside of me.
“Oh, god, please… Please…” I begged, though I didn’t really know what I was begging for as he finished cumming inside of me. Ever so slowly, he slid his cock out and it made a lewd popping sound and it slid out.
But Kristoph wasn’t done with me—he slid a few fingers into my pussy, making me shudder as they entered my sensitive chamber. Then a few more fingers and then one more and before I knew what was happening, he was fisting me, his entire hand inside of me, clutching and making a fist, pounding and pumping and punching deep into my abused, wet, raw hole.
“Oh, god, I don’t think I can take this…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt another orgasm approaching. And suddenly, I was cumming: it was like I was having multiple orgasms, one after another, a rapid succession of climaxes that made me scream. I couldn’t control it anymore. I had to scream. I shook and thrashed as I came around his fist and I dug my teeth into the bed sheets, trying desperately to stifle my cries.
There came a knock at the door of the motel room.
“Uh, yes?” Kristoph asked, looking up in surprise.
“Is, uh, everything okay in there? Some of the other guests have reported hearing… screaming. And cursing. And, uh, thrashing and maybe fighting?”
“Everything’s fine,” I called back, my voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. “Just, uh, having some fun here. But it’s about our bed time.”
“Good. Good to hear. Let us know if you need anything…” the voice replied, not sounding totally convinced but we heard the owner pad down the hallway. I looked at Kristoph as he slid his fists out of my, my pussy gaping for a second, revealing my pink insides before shrinking back and tightening up. We giggled.
“I can’t believe someone called the front desk about us,” I chuckled. My tears had dried on my cheeks and I caught a glimpse of myself in the motel room mirror. I was a mess. But that was to be expected.
“I could go for bed right about now,” I continued. “I don’t know about you.”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” replied Kristoph, giving my ass one final slap.
We washed up and slid into bed together. I wrapped my body around him, draping myself luxuriously over his strong young flesh, cuddling close to him and resting my head on his chest, taking in the sound of his heart beating. His heart beat was slow, so slow—I counted and I calculated that it must be around fifty-four beats per minute, which I knew from health class in high school meant he was either sick or in extremely good shape.
It’s funny, how the same thing can indicate either extreme health or extreme un-health.
I reflected on that and other weird things about the world as I drifted off to sleep, listening to his slow, confident breathing…
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We awoke to sunlight dribbling through the motel room window. It was going to be a beautiful, clear day: I could just tell it. I awoke first and I took a moment to reflect on what had just happened over the past day: the boxing match, our flight from town, the motel, and now, the reason my whole body and especially my pussy and ass all ached: the passionate love-making from the night before.
I ran my fingers over Kristoph’s tight belly, admiring his abs and his strong pecs. This was it—the full moon was over and gone and Kristoph would be a regular human for the rest of the month. But in a month’s time… He would transform again and the game would begin again: he’d throw a fight and then, make a small fortune by beating a joker half to death in a no-name town where the desperate gather to watch fights and bet their hard earned money on the no-name outsider from out of town catching a beating instead of their golden local boy. Little did they know who they were betting against…
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