The Werewolf - Sex Stories

The Werewolf

... and let out the loudest, most piercing wolf-howl she could summon, so loud that her throat ached. Billy-Ben cried out in surprise. The sound in the brush receded. "Whatever it was it's gone now," she said. "Let's go see." "Mrs. Turn--I mean, Jess-Belle, wait!" "Come dance with me, Billy-Ben. In the moonlight." She skirted away and let her shawl float to the ground. Then she undid the buttons of her blouse, plucking them with her nails and backing away another step each time. "Come catch me," she said, dropping her blouse on the ground too. Billy-Ben looked unsure, but when she beckoned he came. He was a big strong boy, all farmer's muscles. He looked away and maybe even blushed as she undressed him, taking her time with his shirt buttons and tracing the lines of his body. She turned his face back toward her with a fingertip on his chin. "Don't you like looking at me?" she said. "You know I do." "Then come look at all of me." She pulled her boots off and shimmied out of her jeans. Her pale body glowed in the moonlight. Billy-Ben looked dazzled. "You can do more than just look," she said, guiding one of his hands to her hip and another to her breast. "Don't that feel good?" He replied by kissing her, first on the lips and then on the side of her neck. She cooed. "That's good, Billy. Now kiss me here." She pointed. "And here." Again. "And here..." She trailed her finger all the way down... The clover was still as soft as she remembered from when she was Billy-Ben's age. It ...

... turned the hard ground into the best bed in the world. They lay with their limbs wrapped around each other and their mouths pressed together, all hot and heavy, just like she remembered. There'd been boys who looked just like Billy-Ben back then. She'd gotten older, but the boys stayed the same age. It was his first, of course. That was no surprise. But there wasn't much need to tell him what to do, and that was a relief. Jess-Belle put her arms behind her head and relaxed, letting him kiss and suck each of her breasts. Now and then his teeth would get in the way. He was rough and clumsy, but she didn't mind. When his hands found the spot between her thighs he didn't seem to know quite how to go ahead, so she showed him. She could feel every callous on his fingers. "It's supposed to get wet, so don't get scared of it." "I know that," he said. "The guys told me." "Which guys? Any of the boys from my old class?" She bit him on the side of the neck. He yelped. "Are you going to tell 'the guys' about me?" "I never would." "Yeah you would," she said. "It's all right. I know how it is. Here, I'll do something for you." And before he could squirm away she bit him again and sucked her lips against the spot, so that when she came away there was a bright purple bruise. He clapped his hand to it. "Now you'll have to tell them. They'll notice that." "Ma'll notice it too," he said, sounding annoyed. She shrugged, tracing the outline of the mark with a finger? "Did I hurt you, Billy? You can ...