But he wasn’t done yet. He flipped her over effortlessly, placing her in doggy-style, his cock still deep inside of her. He began to fuck her even harder, grabbing onto her big tits as she started to scream with desire.
Abby cried out as she felt her body release its juices once more, her mind completely devoid of any thought but the feel of this giant throbbing cock in her pussy. She felt a seeping hot liquid shoot into her pussy, hitting all the right spots as she realized he exploded shortly after she did.
Abby lay back on the grass, reveling in the thought of what she’d just done. She’d lost her virginity to a werewolf. And she couldn’t be happier. Words couldn’t describe the emotions she was feeling. Was it love? Was it just pure lust? She had no idea. But she knew one thing. The only thing that mattered in the world was Zack.
She turned to face him but found he’d already turned back into his human form. He grinned at her as she got up off the grass and walked over to him, fighting the urge to grab his human cock.
“So, how was that for your first time?” he asked her.
“That was amazing, Zack. I’m so glad I met you. I just can’t believe I met you only a few hours ago and already we’re together.”
He smiled down at her.
“I know. But I told you, all my instincts told me you were the one. You were special. You are the perfect one.”
Abby was confused as she followed him back into her new home.
“What do you mean I’m the ‘perfect one?’” she asked, curious.
They got back to the bed and Zack collapsed onto it, exhausted.
“Listen, Abby, I have a small confession to make. I know you are perfect for me and I love you. But there was another reason I wanted to fuck you tonight.” His expression grew serious again.
“I need an heir.”
Abby blinked. She didn’t know what to say. She knew deep down she’d be taking a risk fucking without protection, but it hadn’t occurred to her that she could be a mom. She was just too attracted to Zack to even think about it at the time.
“You mean, you wanted to get me pregnant?”
He nodded.
“You are probably going to end up pregnant. You still don’t have to join the pack, but I need someone to inherit this pack if I decide to leave. I’m sorry, Abby.”
She moved over to the bed and kissed him, long and deep.
“I’d love to be the mother of your heir,” she whispered, meaning every word as she ran her fingers through his hair. “As long as you and I are together, I’ll be fine. And there’s something else too,” she said, now looking directly into his hypnotic eyes.
“I want to be with you forever, Zack. I want to become like you. I want to become a wolf. Turn me into one of you so that I can be with you forever. I’ll be your queen or princess or whatever you want me to be. All I want is you.”
His face broke into the biggest smile she’d ever seen and he kissed her again.
***
It had now been four months since Abby had lost her virginity to a werewolf. Abby couldn’t be happier with her life now. She had a stable job, an amazing boyfriend, and had met some great friends with her new pack. She never would have dreamed how incredible it was to actually transform into a wolf, to become something she’d loved for so long.
But best of all, Zack was exactly right: she was pregnant. When she began to feel a kicking in her stomach, that was when she knew. And she couldn’t wait to have her half-werewolf child. She was a little nervous about raising a child at her age, but she knew that as long as she had Zack, she would be able to handle anything.
Her Special Wolf Fantasy
“Fuck me harder!” I screamed, certain I was waking up everyone in the state. He obliged, completely filling me now, his gigantic cock plunging in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I knew my roommate would hear, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was his rock-hard, throbbing wolf cock impaling me.
I grasped the sides of my bed as he fucked me, sending bursts of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel my orgasm begin to build as he fucked me even harder than before. He grasped my legs firmly with his paws as he moved, starting to lose control himself. I screamed as my orgasm rose to the surface, engulfing everything in a whirlwind of pleasure.
“Jamie? Get up, you have to go to work!” came my roommate’s voice.
I opened my eyes and found myself in bed, sunlight streaming through my window. I looked around for my lover, but didn’t see him anywhere. I sighed and got out of bed. It was just another dream.
I’d been having dreams like that for weeks now. Ever since I turned 18, I’ve been having these strange fantasies. I’ve never been with a man before, and every time I see one I think is sexy, I tend to dream about him that night.
I don’t know what the deal is, but I just can’t help myself. Fortunately Claire, my roommate, hasn’t found out about these wet dreams. Thank God we don’t share the same room anymore.
I slid out of bed, exhausted. I’d been up all night working on some stuff and completely forgot I had work in the morning. Claire had already left the apartment when I got to the kitchen so I sat alone, thinking about how nice it would be to be holding hands right now with the man of my dreams.
I looked down at my body and sighed. That would never fucking happen. I was a plus size girl. I knew all the handsome guys wanted skinny, petite girls with big tits. Even if I saw a handsome guy and somehow mustered up the courage to talk to him, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’d get turned down in a second.
I knew it was my fault I was chunky. All throughout high school I had a weight problem. My parents would have me eat the most unhealthy shit you can imagine. Oreos for breakfast, burgers for lunch, ice cream for dinner. At the time, I didn’t know any better.
But when I started losing more and more friends and watching the few I still had get boyfriends, it finally hit me. Unfortunately it wasn’t until senior year I noticed my weight, and by then it was too late. I had wasted four years in love with food instead of a guy.
Fortunately, the problem is much better now. I’ve lost a lot of weight since high school. But I’m still very chunky, to the point where I hate going out of the house. I can’t go to parties or any social gatherings because I know people will make fun of my weight.
Claire has invited me to lots of parties, but I’ve had to turn them down. I’m not going to go to a party where I know I can’t lose my virginity. Even drunk guys won’t do me. I would just have to keep trying to lose weight, even though it’s become harder and harder.
I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. Only 8:40. I could get to work on time if I hurried. I grabbed an apple out of the fridge and raced out the door and into my car. My car was a real piece of shit, but ever since I’d gotten my job, I’d come to rely on it.
Unfortunately it had the bad habit of shitting out every once in a while. This was going to be one of those times. No matter how much I tried to start the stupid thing, it wouldn’t. I slammed my hands into the steering wheel, pissed off.
In the four months I’d been working, I’d already been late three times. My boss told me that if I was late another time I would either get demoted or even fired. I was pretty much fucked now, and I knew it.
I tried starting it one more time but of course it didn’t work. I heard a car door slam and glanced out the rearview mirror. I noticed someone approaching my car. My heart started to pound. I didn’t know anyone who lived here except for Claire. It was only me and this other car in this parking lot.
Looking back on it, you could say I overreacted just a little bit. But I wasn’t used to people randomly approaching me or my car. I always read stories about people getting dragged out of their car and having it stolen, or people killing people in their own cars. And it didn’t help that I didn’t live in the best neighborhood in the world.
When I saw this person begin to approach my car, I slid down in my seat. I hoped he didn’t notice me, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case. My car
was parked in a corner, so I knew he had to be coming for me. I frantically looked around for something to use as a weapon in case he tried to attack me.
All I came up with was a little magazine. I rolled it up and prepared myself to beat him over the head with it if I had to. I saw a shadow pass across the window as I realized he was looking in my car. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
He knocked on the window.
“What do you want?” I squeaked, terrified.
“I just wondered if you needed any help getting your car started. You looked like you were having some difficulty.”
I sat up and looked out the window. Oh fuck me. The guy peering through my window was literally one of the most drop-dead gorgeous guys I’d ever seen. Holy fucking shit. He stepped back as I opened the door and got out of the car to get a better look at him.
He had a face that looked as though it was carved by angels. His gorgeous blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me, revealing perfect teeth. His cute dimples made me want to grab him by the head and attack him with my mouth. In that moment, I wanted him more than anything in the world.
I caught myself staring and turned back to my car, blushing.
“So do you need help with this thing? I noticed you didn’t look to happy.”
“Were you peeking through my car window or something?” I demanded, annoyed.
He shook his head.
“Nah, I was walking out of my apartment and saw you try to start the car and then try to kill your windshield,” he said, grinning.
I blushed again. Terrific.
“Oh. Well yeah, I am having trouble. The stupid thing won’t start.”
“Well, let me take a look.”
He opened the hood and tinkered around with some things. After a minute or two he slammed it shut and nodded at me.
“Try it now.”
I got in the car and tried starting it again. No luck.
“Thanks for trying, but I really need to get to work. I’ll just take the bus or something. Can I use your phone to call my boss?”
“Sure, but I’d be happy to give you a lift if you want,” he said.
“Oh. Okay, sure. That would be great.”
He smiled and walked me to his car.
“So how far is it to your work?” he asked as we got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
“It’s off of Red Bug, in the big shopping plaza,” I said nervously. I swear to God this man had the sexiest voice.
“Ah I know where that is. What do you do?”
I couldn’t stand the questions. His voice was starting to make me moist. I tried to stare out the window to avoid looking at him. Looking at him was like looking at a brilliant white light.
“Uh I work in sales.”
He chuckled.
“So you’re a cashier, huh?”
Something about his tone sounded mocking to me. My meek embarrassment turned to annoyance once again. I turned my head to look at him, irritated.
“No. Actually, I’m a sales representative. I’m on the phone with people all day trying to sell them cool cell phones. I get shit for pay, my boss is an asshole, and it’s boring as hell, but it keeps me alive,” I blurted out. Goddamn me and my big mouth.
“Whoa, whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick, I was just curious.”
“No, don’t apologize. Sometimes I overreact,” I mumbled, embarrassed yet again. I can’t remember the last time I blushed so much in less than an hour. I’d probably set a world record by now.
“How long have you been working there?” he asked.
“About six months now,” I replied.
“How come you haven’t asked for a better position or something? I mean, if you’ve worked there that long, it would make sense your boss would promote you to something better, right?”
I sighed.
“Well like I said, my boss is an asshole. The only times he’s ever even talked to me is when he’s reprimanding me or belittling me.”
Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut with this guy? I’d never even told Claire about my problems. There was something about this guy that seemed so natural. Even though I just met him, I felt as though I could open my heart out to him and he wouldn’t mind.
“Why does he belittle you?” I noticed a note of concern in his voice as we turned into the parking lot.
“Well, because I’m not like most of my co-workers. I’m a chubby girl. The only reason he hired me in the first place was because his slut of a secretary needed someone to make fun of. I got put next to her cubicle on the first day.”
We parked but I didn’t get out of the car. Once it got started, my mouth couldn’t shut up. “I’m 18 fucking years old and this bitch gets off by making fun of my weight each and every fucking day. But I have to put up with it because this is the only job I’ve ever had and I would never be able to find another one,” my voice shook as I spoke. I couldn’t stop the flood of tears cascading down my face as I realized how shitty my situation was.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I was never this vulnerable, even when I was by myself. I hated self-pity. But I couldn’t help it.
I thought of high school and how I threw my life away and ended up not going to college. I thought of all the people that made fun of me. I thought of my shit job and my asshole boss. Most off all, I thought about the fact that I would probably stay a virgin for the rest of my life.
I felt strong hands grasp my shoulders as I leaned my head into his chest, sobbing. I knew my life would probably stay the same forever. I would never be able to do what I wanted because I’d be stuck working a shit job.
When the tears finally stopped I looked up at him in pure humiliation.
“I’m really sorry about this,” I choked out, wiping my eyes on my shirt.
I looked up at him waiting for him to say something consoling. He just stared into my eyes with those gorgeous baby blues of his. Suddenly, he leaned towards me and brushed his lips against mine. It was just a quick brush, but I could feel my body tingling all over. I’d never been kissed before.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, sitting back as if nothing had happened. “I understand what it’s like to work in a shit job. And I want to help you.”
He pulled out a pen from his pocket, got a little slip of paper from the glove box, and wrote down a number.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“That’s the number of my room in the apartment.”
I stared at him. It had completely slipped my mind that he lived in the same building I did.
“Okay, why did you give it to me?” I asked, confused.
“I have an idea to help you out with your situation. Come by later tonight after you get off of work. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
“Why do you want to help me though?” I asked, opening up the car door.
“Because I can sympathize with your job situation. And I like you,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m Jamie by the way,” I said.
“Blake,” he said smiling at me again.
I closed the door and watched as he drove away, thinking about what he could do to help me. I pocketed the piece of paper and went in to work, surprised I wasn’t late. The secretary made her usual jab at me as a sat down. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me. All my thoughts were on Blake that day.
When work was over, I used the work phone to call Claire to pick me up. I couldn’t wait to tell her about Blake. I practically sprinted out of the building I was so fucking happy. On the way home I couldn’t shut up about him.
Claire was happy for me though.
“So you’re going to go over right away, aren’t you?” she asked, grinning.
“Um, I don’t know. I was going to wait a little bit actually.”
Claire shook her head as we pulled into the apartment parking lot.
“That’s a terrible idea. You need to get the fuck over there RIGHT AWAY. Don’t wai
t or he may lose interest or completely forget about you. Plus, like I’ve been telling you, you need to get out of this job as soon as possible. If he can help you, the sooner you may be able to get out of your job.”
I realized she was exactly right. We got out of the car and I went up to get changed.
“What do you think I should wear?” I asked as we stepped into our apartment.
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