“So, how… how bad was it? You know, the accident. And your injuries. If you don’t mind my asking.”
“Well, I can still get it up, if that’s what your asking,” he said with a grin. I burst out laughing.
“Yes, that’s the only thing I’m concerned about, you horny jerk.”
“I see the way you’re looking at my chair…” he said, running a hand seductively along one of the wheels as I pulled my own chair closer to him, biting my lip in a way that was supposed to look like I was joking, when in fact I was serious about having wondered if he had suffered any damage down there…
“You want some of these curves,” Ryan said with an even bigger grin, patting the wheel of his chair.”
“I think I’ve got enough curves of my own, thank you very much,” I replied with my own grin, gripping my breasts with both hands and giving them a nice squeeze. My dress showed a lot of cleavage as it was, and now I only accentuated my assets.
“You sure do,” Ryan said with yet another of those toothy, award-winning smile. He reached out, snaking his hand behind my head, and pulled me in close for a hot kiss—the kind that burns as much as it pleases, because it spoke also of the pain and regret of what had happened to him.
An Old Flame
“I’ve wanted you to do that to me for so long…” I whispered as we pulled apart, biting his lip gently.
“I know. I don’t know why I waited.”
“Jerk,” I said with a teasing smile. I ran my hands down his strong chest to his shorts, stopping at his crotch. I gave him a questioning work.
“Everything still works down there,” he assured me. “It just needs some help getting things moving.”
“I think I can do that…” I murmured, dropping to my knees and undoing his zipper. I teased open his shorts and then slid down his underwear, finding his soft cock. As soon as I touched it, I felt it begin to harden.
“Mmm, haven’t felt anything like this in a while…” Ryan groaned, shifting in the wheelchair as I ran my fingers lightly along his flesh.
“Really? No pretty nurses to take care of you?”
“Not exactly.”
“Poor baby,” I whispered, bending my head down to take his cock into my mouth. I engulfed him completely, stuffing the flaccid meat into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, letting it expand, letting his flesh all but flow out of my mouth as he got harder and harder and harder.
“Oh, god, Kelly…” Ryan groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily, apparently the result of residual nerves. I slurped hungrily at his cock, doing the naughty thing I had wanted to do ever since I was fourteen years old. I couldn’t believe I was finally touching Ryan, finally showing him how much I liked him… Finally sucking his cock.
But I couldn’t help feeling like I was… Like I was somehow cheating on Wisdom.
No. I had to squash those thoughts. He didn’t want me anywhere near him. It wasn’t going to happen and I had to move on.
And so I closed my eyes, taking Ryan deeper and deeper into my mouth, letting his cock slide all the way down my throat, gagging but keeping my composure as I began to bounce my head, faster and faster, my lips gripping the flesh of his cock and massaging his meat, loving the way more and more of his blood pumped into his cock, filling it up and getting him ready…
“Oh, fuck… Fuck…” Ryan groaned, his cock twitching again. I wondered how much he would cum. I couldn’t imagine he had been getting that much pussy since the accident—maybe he was really backed up. I wondered what he would taste like. Would he taste like Wisdom?
Fuck. I had really turned into a little slut over the last few days. My encounter with Wisdom seemed to have done something to me—seemed to have changed me. Suddenly, I was able to do things I never would have had the confidence to do before. Suddenly, I wasn’t afraid or nervous about sucking Ryan off—though I was certainly excited.
Now, I knew I was desirable. I knew I was wanted. And I was ready to get what I wanted.
Ryan reached out and found my breasts, sliding them up and out of my bra, out of my dress. I gasped as he stroked my hard nipples, whimpering pathetically and thrusting my tits out. This was another fantasy of mine going way back—I remember lying in the bath as a teenager and touching myself, imagining it was Ryan touching me—imagining it was Ryan touching my nipples, touching my pussy, putting his fingers and tongue on me…
I crushed my tits around his cock and began to jack him off, savoring the sound of his pleased grunts as his cock burst out of the soft, fleshy vice of my tits and into my mouth. Each time he slid through my tits, I engulfed his cockhead with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the fleshy nub before letting him slide back down into my boobs.
“Oh, god, Kelly…” he moaned. “That’s so fucking good. This is amazing…”
“All for you, baby,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long…”
“I should have made you mine in high school…” Ryan grunted, his hips bouncing involuntarily once more as I sped up, jacking his cock faster and faster, letting it invade my mouth deeper and deeper, slurping at his cock.
Finally, I decided I wanted to make him cum, wanted to taste his hot seed. I engulfed his cock all the way, taking it as deep as I could, to the point where tears began to well in my eyes because I was gagging so hard, but I didn’t care. I began to suck harder and faster, bouncing my head, gagging but not caring because I wanted Ryan to cum, wanted him to fulfill my high school fantasies and cum in my mouth…
“Oh, god, Kelly!” Ryan groaned finally, his hips bucking again and his cock pumping in my mouth as he came, stream after stream of hot seed flowing out of his dick and into my awaiting mouth, into my hungry lips and down my throat.
It was hot and bitter and salty—not exactly like Wisdom’s, but I still couldn’t get enough of it. And I was right—Ryan certainly had plenty saved up for me.
Finally, I pulled off his cock, his seed dribbling out of my lips and down onto my tits. Ryan leaned back in his chair, his chest rising and falling slowly and deeply. He had had almost as good a time as I had. I could tell.
“Time to pay the piper,” I whispered, standing up and wiping the cum off my tits, sucking off my fingers. I straddled his chair and pulled up my dress, revealing my pink little pussy, still swollen from the previous night’s loving.
“You know what to do,” I whispered fiercely, grinding my pussy against his face. I felt… Wild. Almost… bestial. I was horny and I wanted this bad. I gripped Ryan’s face and powered into his mouth, gasping as his agile tongue reached out, stroking my snatch, starting at the bottom and working its way up and up, all along my wet hole, licking at me, slurping at me…
And then, his tongue found my clit and I threw my head back, moaning loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
“Yes… Yes, Ryan, baby…” I growled, gripping him hard by the hair and driving his face into my pussy. “Lick me. Eat it. Eat it.”
I was gasping for air, it was so good—I didn’t even care if he could breathe or if I were hurting him. All I cared about was the pleasure he was giving me, the lust coursing through my veins.
This was pure, unadulterated lust. But like so many others seized by lust, I simply didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his tongue inside of me, to feel it stroking and teasing my swollen bit, bringing me closer and closer to cumming until finally…
“Oh, god…” I groaned, leaning back and opening my mouth wide in a silent scream of pleasure and glory as my entire body began to convulse with ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing against my psyche as I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life—the culmination of all of my youthful fantasies about Ryan.
Finally, I pulled off him. He was gasping for air but grinning.
“You’re an animal,” he blurted out with a delighted smile.
An animal.
Wisdom had bitten me.
So, that’s what had happened—this was, in a way… His gift.
/> “Oh, god…” I whispered, looking down at my half naked body, still trembling and swollen from the pleasure of the last few minutes.
There was only one question echoing through my pleasure addled mind… Had I become like Wisdom?
“Ryan, I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“What? I thought we were just getting started…”
“This will sound completely, totally lame,” I said, pulling my bra and dress back up over my breasts. “But it’s not you. It’s absolutely not you. I think it’s me.”
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The thing was, I liked this new me.
I liked the way I… I fucked Ryan’s face, making him eat me and lick me. It was so empowering. I liked being an animal like that.
I came home to find a voice mail from Ryan on my parents’ home phone, plus another on my cell phone. I deleted both. I would need some time to figure this out.
I needed to find Wisdom. I needed to know what had happened to me.
But in the meantime, I knew that this wasn’t fair to Ryan… Not in the slightest. I felt like I had taken advantage of him, like I was some sort of predator. The fact was, it was only a high school crush and there was nothing more—I didn’t know anything more about him.
Did I know anything more about Wisdom, though?
Honestly, no. But I felt like I had a connection with him, a connection which transcended time and flesh. I don’t know what it was but I wanted him and I needed him back. Not just to know what had happened to me, but to be with him, to… To love him.
But how the hell was I going to find him?
I mulled the question over for a week, avoiding texts and calls from Ryan and hoping against hope that Wisdom would come walking into the diner once more, hoping to get change for a five. But there was no way that was happening—I knew he was gone forever. I was sure of that.
Still, it didn’t hurt to hope. Didn’t hurt to wish and pray that he would return to me.
In the meanwhile, I found myself changed. Hungrier and more rapacious, I dreamt of fucking both of them—Ryan and Wisdom, together, both of them taking me hard, the stuff of girls’ fantasies—two powerful, beautiful, muscular men, in the prime of their youth, making wild love to me…
And I dreamt of fucking them too—of riding them like the she-wolf I felt myself becoming. I wanted to dominate them like Wisdom had dominated me.
I knew the only beast for me was Wisdom, my Wisdom—he was the one who had bitten me, who had turned me—would I turn into a werewolf now too?
The thought was terrifying but somehow, electrifying. It drew me into a world of forests and hungry midnight bouts of love making with my wolf. I wanted to submit to the wolf inside. I wanted to submit to the feelings that Wisdom had given me, the ones that Wisdom found so terrifying.
And maybe, just maybe… If I were like Wisdom, if I were a werewolf like him… He wouldn’t be afraid to be near me. He wouldn’t be afraid for us to be together.
We could live together, in the forest or a town, living free—no small town bullshit, nothing, no diner—complete freedom. I would be well-prepared to deal with him when the full moon was out, just as he would be prepared to deal with me—to make love, viciously, passionately, desperately, beneath the benign gaze of the pale moon…
I knew I had to find him. I knew I had to find Wisdom… The wolf who had made me what I was.
Finding Him
The forests of Vermont are dark and deep and frightening, with the moon high overhead and the birds and bugs nearly silent, plagued by the fear that comes with the deathly quiet of night. The moon was not yet full, but I crept along, knowing that Wisdom must be close.
How did I know? It was a hunch, intuition, instinct—call it what you will, I felt it. I felt it in my bones, deep within my soul, within my quickening blood… I felt all of it. I felt that he was near, and I was not going to stop until I found him.
I was not going to stop until I found my Wisdom, until I found the wolf who had made me what I was.
Especially because I felt his seed growing inside me, felt his child deep in my womb. I hadn’t started to show yet but part of the transformation that Wisdom had caused, that he had brought about, it allowed me to feel more intimately with every day the complexities of my body. I felt unusual. I felt… Powerful.
A rustle in a bush nearby me drew my attention and I froze. He was here. He was watching me.
I could all but smell him, my senses heightened by adrenaline and the supernatural power flowing through me. I wanted him. I wanted him to seize me and to take me.
“You shouldn’t have come,” a voice said, quiet and yet impossible to miss in the forest’s stillness.
“I…” I began to whisper.
“No, we can’t, Kelly,” Wisdom replied.
“I want you. I need you.”
“I know. I want you too.”
“You don’t know what I am now.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“You bit me, Wisdom. You bit me, and I’m changing now…”
And then he was there, as if materializing out of thin air, as if the trees and bushes themselves had simply twisted themselves into his form.
“Kelly, I’m so, so, so sorry…” he whispered, his face contorting in shame and sorrow. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I should never have made love to you…”
He was shirtless, clad only in a torn pair of jeans. His chest, powerful and so well built, looking like a marble statue built by one of the old, great masters, stood tall and prominent, dusted with his wolf’s hair while his abs seemed somehow more defined—he must not have been eating well, but I couldn’t feel bad for him when he looked like… like that.
“I don’t care, Wisdom,” I replied. “This is my life now. This is what I want.”
I slid off my shirt, revealing my naked torso. I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra or anything else to shield me from the cold, dark night. All I wanted was to be as close as possible to Wisdom—skin to skin.
“No. No… No…” he whispered, taking his head in his hand. I went to him, feeling the crunch of leaves and grass on my bare feet, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Wisdom, this is happening. There’s no time for regrets. Only time for this.”
I took his hand and placed it on my belly. Wisdom’s eyes widened.
“That’s…”
“Our son,” I whispered, drawing him into a kiss. He kissed me hard, fiercely, holding me tight as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me close.
“He’s yours,” I whispered again as Wisdom kissed down my neck, hungrily, nibbling and biting at my flesh without abandon. I whimpered, leaning my neck to the side, offering more of my soft, pale flesh to him to slurp and suckle at. I gasped in delight as he kissed me harder and harder, taking his lips in my own and running my hands down to his ass, feeling the firm flesh, the musculature tight and tensed under his jeans.
“God,” Wisdom whispered back. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long… I want you.”
“I want you too,” I replied, digging my hands into the back of his jeans. I found his firm ass, pulling him tight into my embrace, feeling the bulge growing in his pants and pressing into my own crotch, pressing into my jeans.
My breasts pressed against his chest and I gasped, feeling the coarse hair of his pectorals pressed against my nipples, teasing my sensitive nubs. I threw back my head in the beginnings of the ecstatic, bestial pleasure that I knew awaited me.
“Please, Wisdom… Make love to me again…”
“That’s what I want… I want you…” I whispered, whimpering and offering him my breasts, arching my back and pulling his head down to my nipples, his mouth catching my nubs, suckling me like a babe, biting at my soft, sensitive pink flesh.
“Ah… Oh, god…” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. I was already soaked, I knew it. I found myself rubbing against Wisdom desperately, grinding up on him like a teenaged girl at a high school party, just discovering the pleasure that lurked i
n the man in my hands.
No. Not a man. But not a wolf either.
A werewolf.
I wanted him.
I dug my fingers into the flesh of his bottom, gasping as his mouth engulfed my sensitive nubs over and over again, showering my flesh with delight, with passion—with the kind of sinful wolfish desire that I had only dreamt about.
Sorry, Ryan—but this is what I am now.
I grunted in surprise as I felt Wisdom’s hands grasp my ass, giving it a strong, powerful squeeze. Before I knew what was happening, Wisdom was stripping me naked. I gasped in delight as the cold forest air blew over my hot skin, scintillating and gentle, giving rise to goose bumps of anticipation all over my burning flesh.
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