Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 3)

by Ariana Hawkes

  “I wish that was my cock inside you,” he said, and, at that, his cock sprung to life, hard and nudging at her coccyx. Isabel leaned forward, pulling herself off his lap, and into his favorite hands-and-knees position.

  “No, wait – I’ve got a better idea,” he said. “We need to get back on my bike, but only for a minute.” Dazedly Isabel stood up and hiked her pants back up. He put the helmet back on her head and she climbed on the bike behind him. The bike now seemed indecently loud on the Black Peak road, the only sound for miles around. After no more than two minutes, he turned left, into the broad track that led to the conservation center, and halted 100 yards in. He turned off the engine, but left the headlight on. Moths danced in the beam of light, but everything else was blackness. Then, he lifted her off the bike and removed the helmet.

  “Take off your pants. And your panties,” he said. Isabel did as she was told, stepping carefully out of her shoes and pushing her clothing down for the second time that night, before pulling it over her feet. She cast her clothes aside, and, instinctively, put her shoes back on. “Good. Now climb onto the bike.” She clambered astride the beast, her wetness instantly leaving a mark on the leather seat. The warm pressure of it felt good on her bare, sensitized flesh. She leaned forwards and grasped the handlebars, a stretch for her small frame. “Lift your ass a little. Now, look at me over your shoulder.” As Isabel turned and looked at Peter, she saw his eyes were full of lust. “Perfect,” he said. She had the impression he was taking a mental snapshot, to save for later, to be called up again at will. She did feel insanely sexy like this. It was a classic soft-porn shot – girl inappropriately naked on a Harley. As she watched, Peter unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out again. He walked towards her, holding it like a tool, and she waited, with bated breath, for it to be used on her. She didn’t have to wait long. He mounted the bike behind her, took hold of her hips, and pushed it inside her, in a single movement. Isabel gasped as it went in all the way, her muscles having had no time to get accustomed to his hugeness. She took a couple of deep breaths and pushed back on him to let him know she was ready. He wasn’t gentle at all this time, riding her hard, right from the start. She held tight to the handlebars, bracing herself against his assault. Every time his hips butted against her ass, her bruised flesh cried out in pain, but this was counteracted by the pleasurable sensations rolling inside her. Peter held her hips tight, pulling her backwards and forwards, making her fuck herself on his cock. She moaned and yelped like a wild animal, and, free to control the speed of penetration, she quickly hit her perfect rhythm. Seconds later, she shuddered violently with the vibrations of another orgasm.

  “I love it when you come around my cock,” The Wolf said, into her hair. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts, and his thrusts became faster and faster. She couldn’t hold onto the handlebars anymore, and collapsed over the front of the bike, like a ragdoll, while he pounded and pounded her burning pussy. Once, twice, he pulled himself all the way out, paused, as if admiring his handiwork, then entered her forcefully again. At last, he came, with a roar that almost deafened her.

  Weakly, Isabel climbed off the bike and retrieved her pants and underwear. She was utterly spent. Her ass was so sore that it hurt to sit down, her jaw ached, and her insides felt bruised.

  As she got dressed again, she thought that if she lived with Peter, he was so big that she wouldn’t be able to have sex with him every day. And then she was surprised at the thought.

  Chapter Four

  It was almost 5am by the time Isabel crawled between her sheets. Kara was rarely out of bed before 11 when she had a choice in the matter, so, with no guilt, she set her alarm for 12 and passed out.

  Saturday was breakfast in Norma’s, which Kara proclaimed as being just too cute! They’d been gossiping since they’d woken up. While Kara was a late riser, she was ready to go as soon as she opened her eyes, and, having got used to waking up alone, Isabel was a little dazed by her constant questions and observations.

  “Since when have you been such a meat-freak?” Kara asked, as Isabel ordered the cheesesteak again.

  “I don’t know,” she replied, frowning. “I do seem to have an insane craving for it these days.”

  “I hear ya. Start to feel hungry when I see a cow!” Kara, said, winking lecherously. She had a talent for making even the most innocent, or ridiculous things seem dirty. She sipped her cappuccino, leaving a foam moustache there long enough for a guy from a nearby table to goggle at her.

  “It’s so great we’re both finally single at the same time, so we can have proper, single-girl chats.”

  “Yeah, it is.” Isabel looked at her with warmth, so glad to have an old friend with her in Silver City, with no secrets, or weirdness she couldn’t handle. Kara’s weirdness was all right there, on the surface, as a fun, quirky part of her character.

  “So, cousins, huh?”

  “Who would’ve thought it?”

  “Do you buy it? Does she look like Peter?” Isabel gazed out of the window, recalling their individual features.

  “She’s got dark hair, and I think his would be kind of wavy as well if it was longer. Her skin is pale, but it has that latte undertone, like it would tan really nice and olive.” She shook her head. “No, but her eyes are really different. They’re huge and black, nothing like Peter’s amber color.”

  “I saw them, even in the dark!” Kara said. “That’s an intense pair he’s got on him!”

  “I know! Sometimes it’s hard to look him in the eye.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know.” Isabel sipped her coffee. “Like, when we’re doing it, his face kind of changes. His eyes are really wild and he looks like some kind of predatory animal, but then it’s gone again, and I think I imagined the whole thing.”

  “Weird.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Like he becomes a beast in the act of sex?”

  “Eww! Don’t say that!”

  “I wonder if there are myths about shape-shifting relating specifically to sex?” Kara stared into space. “There are plenty of Greek ones about gods turning into animals to facilitate sex. Like Zeus transforming into a swan to rape Leda, because swans are like so much better at rape than people. But I’d have to research whether sex is ever the catalyst for transformation.”

  In general, Isabel loved the way that Kara could switch from being a clown into drawing on her vast reserves of knowledge, her blue eyes suddenly sparkling with intelligence, but this was too much.

  “Hey, as much as I’m enjoying my situation with Peter being used as inspiration for a research topic, let’s just not go there!” Kara still looked dreamy, and Isabel knew there were probably a million thoughts pinging around her brain just then.

  “I wish I’d had a better look at this Peter,” Kara said. “There’s definitely something pretty unusual about him.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “So… the million dollar question: Jed or Peter? Which one do you like best?”

  “I really don’t know. Jed’s like the kind of guy you read about in a book. Good looking, caring, charming, fun to be with, and a great kisser. And Peter’s weird, difficult, and thinks it’s ok to start a brawl in the middle of a town hall hoedown.”

  “But you have this magnetic attraction to him, and, up until he disappeared on you, you were starting to get a bit fluttery about him?”

  “True, unfortunately,” Isabel said. The food arrived and they both sank their teeth into their cheesesteaks.

  “Almost as good as they do ’em in Philly,” Kara said, through a mouthful. “What do you reckon’s up with his family then?”

  “I don’t know. Hemophilia? Some cellular malfunction?” I don’t think it’s anything commonplace though, or he would have said.”

  “Sounds sad. But, presumably there’s a potential cure, or he wouldn’t have gone there expecting good news?”

  “Makes sense.”

  “Are you going to see Jed
again?” Isabel laughed and spluttered into her strawberry shake.

  “Can you imagine what Peter would do if I did?”

  “He doesn’t have to know.”

  “Mmm, he seems to have this way of knowing exactly what I’ve been up to. Like, how the hell did he know we were at the town hall dance?”

  “Maybe he was there anyway?”

  “Peter?” Isabel cackled. “The thought of him choosing to go to something like that is hilarious!”

  “And that’s maybe why you should be with Jed. Remember how Jason never made the effort to dance with you?”

  “He said he was a terrible dancer, to be fair to him.”

  “Most guys are. But Jed isn’t. You’d have lots of fun together, I can tell.” Isabel stared into the distance, her thoughts alternating between the two men.

  “Jed messaged me, actually, and apologized for last night. I haven’t replied yet, because I’m not too sure what to say.”

  “Yeah, he wasn’t really in the wrong. What can you do when a wild beast attacks you?” Isabel giggled.

  “He could’ve arrested him!”

  “I’m not sure that’s how things work around here.”

  “Or that Peter would be arrestable!”

  “No! So how was the sex last night?”

  “It was wild. He was punishing me for being with Jed.”

  “That’s so hot,” Kara said dreamily.

  “I know Jed will want to organize a date, but I’m so not ready to see him for a few days after that!”

  I hear you. Sometimes it’s great to have two at a time. Other times, you need a gap between ’em to get the full effect!”

  “Kara!” Isabel shrieked. “You’re terrible!”

  “Look in the mirror girlfriend! You’ve got two incredibly hot dudes lusting after you. Every woman in the world envies you right now!”

  “They wouldn’t if they knew how much weirdness I had to put up with! Anyway, enough of this! So – tonight?”

  “Well, I had a message from Dan. I told him we were thinking of going to Santa Fe tonight. And he said he’s got some friends there, and they’d be happy to show us around. Only if you want, though? I’m also really happy to just have some one-on-one time with my BFF.”

  “No, I think it’s a great idea! I’ve never been there before, so it’d be awesome to get the local experience.”

  “That’s what I figured. I’ll tell Dan yes, then!”

  *

  The afternoon was spent wandering around the shops and art galleries of Silver City. Isabel was both relieved and disappointed that they didn’t bump into Jed, Peter, or Josie. They saw Marianna and Bill though, and had a coffee together. They were excited to meet Kara, and were soon chatting like they’d known each other for years.

  “Did you girls make it to the dance last night?” Marianna asked.

  “We sure did!” Kara replied, grinning widely. Isabel scowled at her, wishing she wouldn’t be so obvious.

  “I heard there was a bit of a commotion at the end?” Marianna said.

  “There was?” Kara’s eyes opened wide. “We must’ve left before then.” Isabel thought she saw a knowing glance pass between the couple, before deciding that she was being paranoid.

  *

  Santa Fe was beautiful adobe buildings, ironic Wild West saloons, one margarita after another, and constant hilarity. Dan’s friends were an energetic bunch, and they took the girls on a thorough tour of the bar scene, not stopping until they begged to go home.

  When they got back to their hotel rooms at the end of the night, Isabel lay on her bed, watching the room spinning, before unconsciousness took over. She woke up some hours later, still in darkness, to the sound of Kara and Dan fucking next door. The bed springs were squeaking, the headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall, and Kara was making plenty of noise, as usual. Isabel pulled her pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. But it was no use. In addition to those noises, there was now a rhythmic slapping sound, signifying that they were doing it doggy style. Against her will, Isabel started to feel aroused. No! This is wrong! Please stop it! she said to herself. I’m not thinking about Kara and Dan – ew! As if! It’s just the memory of last night. And, at that, an image from last night burst into her mind in HD – of herself on her hands and knees, The Wolf sliding his cock in and out of her mouth – and her clit jumped. She slid her hand down into her panties. She was already wet. No point wasting it, I guess. She went back to the beginning of her own private movie, running last night’s events from the point The Wolf had pulled her panties down. The memory of him spanking her turned her on like crazy. She reached out and flicked the light on. There was a closet mirror at the bottom of the bed. She turned her back to it and pulled her panties down to her knees, and looked at her ass. It was covered in purple bruises. Mostly undefined patches, but some of them were clearly handprints. She shuddered. The sight of them was deeply arousing. She bent forward, into a hands and knees position, wanting to see exactly what Peter saw when he ordered her to pose on the bike for him. Pretty hot, she concluded. Is it wrong to be turned on by the sight of your own body? Having seen enough, she flipped onto her back again. She pulled her panties off completely, and watched herself in the mirror as she masturbated. The scene continued to play in her head, but when she got back to the bit where she was sucking Peter’s cock, Jed suddenly appeared from nowhere. As he watched them, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and started to jerk himself off. Then, he stepped behind Isabel, dropped to his knees and penetrated her. As she imagined the sensation of having Peter’s cock in her mouth and Jed’s in her pussy, both claiming her at the same time, using her for their own pleasure, she came violently, biting down on her lip, to stifle her sounds. Although, she didn’t know why she bothered, she thought, as she switched the light off, the cacophony from next-door showing no signs of stopping.

  *

  On Sunday, Isabel and Kara drove back slowly, nursing hangovers, and going on diversions to take photos of the scenery and landmarks.

  “I’m going to look out for digs happening down here. I hadn’t realized the landscape was so beautiful,” Kara said. “And then we could see more of each other!”

  “That’d be great!” Isabel said, grinning.

  Kara had tears in her eyes when they parted at the airport later that afternoon.

  “Chica, I’ve had the best time with you! It’s been so good to see you! And I’m so glad that I got to meet Jed, and see The Wolf for myself. You better keep me updated on how that progresses!” She took Isabel’s face between her hands and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t forget, you can do anything you want. It’s your life, and you’re not answerable to either of those guys.” Isabel hugged her tight. As they let go of each other, a sense of loss hit her square in the chest. She walked back to her car quickly, not wanting to see the plane fly away.

  *

  Isabel had to know if Peter was telling the truth about Josie. All the recent weirdness she’d encountered was interlinked in some way, so if it turned out that Josie was his cousin, it seemed broadly reasonable that everything else could be true as well. And if he was lying, well, she’d obviously been having incredible, wild sex with a crazy man.

  It was midday on Tuesday, and Isabel was driving over to Josie’s place. She was going to ask her straight out if she and Peter were related. She couldn’t even think of a subtle way of doing it, so that was how it was going to happen. It was another flawless, New Mexican day, the sun burning like a vengeful god in a pitiless sky. She’d found Josie and Rob’s address on the internet, and, as she pulled into their driveway, she was pleased to see that it was another adobe house, whitewashed, with a sloping tiled roof. She rang the bell and waited, but no-one came to the door. She walked down a narrow pathway at the side, fleetingly wondering if she’d see Josie in a similar position to her last sighting, but the pretty, well-groomed garden was empty. She walked back to her car, and was climbing inside when a next-door neigh
bor called to her.

  “Hi there!” A plump, round-cheeked woman in a fifties-style housedress said. “Are you a friend of Rob and Josie?”

  “Sure am!” Isabel said. “Looks like I missed them though.”

  “Oh, Josie took off 20 minutes ago. She said she was going to Rob’s work to drop his lunch off.”

  “Thanks!” Isabel replied. She got into the car and drove to the conservation center. She turned off the highway and drove onto the track, and, when she was around 100 yards in, she grinned to herself at the memory of the dirty sex she and Peter had had there only three days previously. Was I really sitting astride his bike, naked from the waist down, while he rode me from behind? The mere thought flooded her body with arousal. Since she’d known Peter, she’d done so many things she had never thought she’d dare to.

  She walked into the center and saw Josie immediately. She was dressed in a bright orange blouse and a denim mini skirt, and she was balanced on the edge of a table, chatting to Rob, while he seemed to be absorbed in something on a laptop screen.

  “Bella!” Josie called, before Isabel had a chance to greet her. She was a little apprehensive about seeing her, given how they’d parted the previous time, but she saw only friendliness in Josie’s sparkling black eyes. “It’s great to see you!” Josie jumped down from the table and threw her arms around her.

  “I was hoping to catch you for lunch, but your neighbor told me you were here, so I thought it’d be a good opportunity to say hi to both of you,” Isabel explained rapidly.

  “Well, I’m very glad you did. Rob’s been working like crazy lately, and hasn’t even had time to stop for lunch, so I’ve started becoming ultimate homemaker and bringing him a lunchbox everyday!”

  “Oh, hey, Isabel!” Rob said, finally looking up from his laptop and seeing she was there. He walked over and gave her a hug.