The Werewolf - Sex Stories

The Werewolf

... just come on down here and hurt me back." She pulled him down. She held his face very close to hers and whispered against his mouth. "Go on," she said. "It won't bite you." "You just said it was gonna hurt you." "Different kind of hurt. You'll understand when you're older. Come on." She grabbed his rounded behind and pulled him in. Once the tip was inside it was easy to get him to go the rest of the way. She made him go slow, making sure he felt every inch on the way in. After all, she thought, he only gets one first... With just a little coaxing he got eager, and then he got rough, and soon Jess-Belle's fingers were twisted in the grass and pulling up the clover as she pawed at the ground and bucked upward into the young, strong body on top of hers. He didn't shy away now when she traced the lines of his naked chest, not even when she let the sharp edge of her nails leave red trails across him. He'd be sore in the morning, she knew. For that matter, so would she. "You're almost there," she said, pushing into him some more. "Just a little bit more. Don't push it back. Let it come." She cupped his face in both hands and whispered against his lips as he labored over (and inside of) her, his short, heavy thrusts going to one side as he leaned. She was wet and warm for him. She let her fingers get lost in the tangle of his hay-colored hair and nipped his lower lip with tiny, encouraging kisses, one after another, like a countdown, until the moment she felt his whole body coil ...

... up like a spring...and then let go. She became warmer inside and Billy-Ben almost fell over. He lay panting next to her, so she pursed her lips and blew across his sweaty skin, watching the fine hairs on him stand up. "How do you feel?" she said, propping herself up on one elbow. "Good, I suppose. Real good. Except..." "Except what?" "Nothin'" he said, opting to kiss her instead, and she let him leave it at that. "I guess I didn't last very long, huh?" "That doesn't matter as much. Anyway, you'll get better." She lay across his chest and listened to his heartbeat. The forest was stirring all around them, but neither of them paid attention to it. "Hey," he said after a time. "If you don't believe in the werewolf how come you've never been out on Full Moon Night before?" "Never had a reason. More'n that, you've gotta be careful. If anyone gets the idea you've been out on a night like this they'll think you've got secrets." "Does anyone really believe in the werewolf, though? What's everybody so scared of if there's no such thing?" "Real people are scarier than any old story. Might be we're all scared of ourselves. Sometimes on nights like this I reckon I really do hear something howling..." And then, realizing what she was about to say, she stopped, overcome with horror. She stood up and when he reached for her again she pushed his hands away. "Get your clothes back on. We've gotta get." It was still night and the moon was still out, but the forest had lost something of its ...