I knocked loudly on a rickety, old screen door and called out, “Ding-dong!” for good measure (mimicking the doorbell that didn’t exist.) A tall, handsome, rugged-looking young man answered the door. It was my boyfriend, “D, ” just in case you were wondering. Thankfully, he smiled at me. Let’s just say...I was making a surprise visit after work. More accurately, I showed up, anyway, after I was uninvited.

“Now that’s service!” I chirped playfully. “I asked for some ding-dong, and my favorite hunk of swinging meat answers the door.”

That made him smile. He did, however, seem to be a bit curious about what it might be that I was nonchalantly hiding behind my back. D's head tilted back slightly, as if he was trying to identify a particular smell.

“I made dinner, my dearest, ” I remarked.

Okay, I can’t cook worth a damn. Unless you want to eat two-minute noodles or “blue box” mac and cheese, I am not the one you want fixing your dinner. Fortunately, my good friend “Wendy” helped me out a bit with this one. I presented a familiar-looking carryout bag for D’s approval.

“It’s a Wendy’s Baconator with no sauce, just like you like, ” I explained.

“Is it a double?” he asked.

“Duh, like I would get you anything else!” I responded.

He gave me a “head nod, ” which was his subtle way of inviting me inside the house.

“After you finish your dinner, I have something else for you to eat!” I joked as I aimed my gaze down.

My name is Nikki. I am twenty-eight, and I have a dead-end job at a gas station. Okay, it really isn’t that bad. The boss likes me because I actually show up for work, and I am old enough to sell alcohol and tobacco. The pay isn’t as bad as you would think, and I'm able to work enough hours to get by. I have been seeing “D” for about a month. Just so you know, the “D” stands for Dolph, but nobody actually refers to him by his actual name. I just recently found out that his name wasn’t actually “Dee” and he simply preferred to go by the letter D.

D is twenty-two and usually works odd jobs. He owns this considerably dated old place in the country, which has been in his family for a long time. It isn’t in bad shape, but it “needs a bit of a spit-shine, ” as my grandpa would say.

If you haven’t already guessed, I drift slightly over to the wild side of life. I tend to gravitate toward younger guys, and I have been through quite a few of them. That, along with a couple of times that I did some crazy stuff at parties, has earned me a bit of a reputation. I don’t really care if everyone in town thinks that I’m a slut, I'm going to be me. What’s so terrible about a girl liking sex, anyway? Doesn’t every man like sex? There isn’t even a male version of the word “slut.”

I haven't had very many one-night stands. Almost every guy that I have been with was someone that I was dating. They rarely last more than a couple of months, but my experiences definitely weren’t a cluster of one-nighters.

Okay, the party stuff sometimes got a little too wild. There were a couple of threesomes with both men and women, but I am probably best known for having a gang bang with a large group of guys. I was pretty drunk, and it sounded like fun, so I did it. Even better, it was fun! Not surprisingly, many of the guys told everyone that they knew, so rumor spread even faster than I reportedly did.

So, I headed into the house and watched as D wolfed down the burger in record time. D is a carnivore. It’s rare to see him even look at a vegetable. Whenever he has made dinner for me, it’s usually just a big slab of meat tossed onto the grill.

Most nights, either he stays at my house, or I stay at his. I was supposed to come over to his house on that particular night, but he called and said he didn’t feel well and that I shouldn’t stop by. That would usually signal to me that the end is near for whatever relationship I was in. Unfortunately for D, I hadn’t yet tired of him, and I was still having a lot of fun.

I walked over to him and gave him a playful hug. Since I am 5’ 2” and D is over 6’ tall, there is a pretty noticeable size difference.

“You seem like you are feeling alright now.”

He said that he was, but he should still probably go to bed early tonight.

“Mmm, that sounds good to me. Let’s get started!” I joked. “It’s going to be a full moon tonight, so we should watch a werewolf movie. Besides, my ‘tiger’ missed you today.”

That was our usual routine. Most nights, we would cuddle up in bed together and watch a movie. It was usually something scary or suspenseful. I had already picked out a movie on Hulu called Cursed. Also, in case you were wondering, I don’t have an actual tiger. Most girls have a pussy, but not me; I have a “tiger.” She is aggressive, fierce, and very hard to tame.

We settled into D’s bed, and I snuggled up beside him. The movie wasn’t very enthralling, other than one thing in particular.

“Fuck! Christina Ricci was hot!” I groaned as I touched myself. “She definitely has a tiger, too. I would lick her tiger until I made it roar!”

I knew how to push D’s buttons. My left hand had already progressed from some gentle over-the-clothes touching to disappearing inside his jeans and wrapping around his hard cock. We slowly peeled most of our clothes away. My pants were down to my ankles, and my panties were askew. D was shirtless, and his fly was open, exposing his hairy body along with his meaty eight-inch cock.

I continued to rile him up, particularly making references to Christina Ricci and what a threesome might be like if it involved the three of us. D is like a very obedient dog. At most, he will gently touch me, but nothing more until I specifically grant him permission. Then, he’ll explode and pin me down as he takes me like some type of wild animal. Yeah…I really like hanging out with D.

My left hand was stroking D’s cock, while my right hand was inside my panties. I was seconds from giving him the “go-ahead” when D sprang to his feet and ran out of the room.

“I’ve got to go, I don’t feel good!” he groaned as he took off down the hall.

Perhaps he actually was sick, and I had just misinterpreted things. I did, however, notice that he didn’t seem to go into the bathroom. I got up, kicked my jeans off, and headed down the hallway wearing only my moist panties. He wasn’t in the bathroom, as I had already gathered. As I got to the living room, I noticed that the screen to the window behind the couch was missing, and the curtain was being pulled outside the house. There were D’s jeans and underwear lying on the floor next to a giant, furry beast. I could have sworn it looked as if it was trying to pull a sock off one of its rear legs.

I let out an audible gasp as I backed into the hallway and out of sight. Whatever that thing was, I could hear it sniffing and was certain that I had alerted it of my presence. The beast poked its head around the corner and started to stalk me with its fangs exposed. The creature looked like a wolf, but it was much taller, and it must have weighed two hundred pounds. Its front legs seemed longer than its back legs, and they were muscular like a man's arms would be. The beast looked like it should be able to stand upright, but there was no evidence to support that.

From the way that D had been acting, his clothing on the floor, the beast being inside the house, the full moon, and even the sock that I had seen on it earlier, all of those things led me to believe that the creature was actually D. I was convinced that he was a werewolf, or something similar.

I continued to backpedal down the hallway in the direction of the bedroom with the wolf slowly stalking me. The creature didn’t seem outwardly aggressive, but I was still quite nervous about what it might do. I tried to talk to it several times, but nothing seemed to get through to it. If D was in there somewhere, he didn’t seem to be in control. It was clearly more wolf than man.

As I reached the bedroom, I briefly considered trying to close the door and shut myself in. I was sure that the interior door likely would not have held the wolf at bay for long if it wanted inside, so I continued to back down until I found myself seated on the bed. The beast looked at me for a moment, then it started to lick my right thigh. The licking got increasingly aggressive as its tongue explored all over my crotch. Not happy with the barrier that was blocking him from tasting what he wanted to, the wolf tried to grab onto my panties with its teeth. It nipped my skin a couple of times before I decided that it was in my best interest to help the monster out.

I tried to talk to the beast, once again, but nothing seemed to actually connect. Slowly, I stood up, careful not to startle the monster. I pulled my panties down to my knees and sat back down near the edge of the bed.

Immediately, the beast poked its head between my legs. He was licking all over my pussy, at first. It seemed like he liked the taste of the excitement that our earlier foreplay had provided. Eventually, his tongue found an anchor spot just high enough to touch my clit. It felt better than any man or machine I had ever experienced before. The beast’s tongue was fast, agile, and strong. It was incredible! I was nearing the fastest orgasm of my life when I nearly reached out and grabbed onto the beast’s head. Realizing that I would probably lose a hand if I did that, I set my hands to my sides and grabbed onto the bedspread with all of my might.

I tried to remain as stationary as I could, but I whimpered and sighed as I experienced one of the most intense and strangely restrained orgasms of my life. The wolf seemed to realize that it had done its job. Perhaps the girl-cum dripping from my pussy tipped it off, as well. He was more than willing to lick me clean all over, once again.

The wolf reared up on its hind legs, and it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t going to be satisfied with what had already happened. He thrust his cock wildly into the air a few times and seemed frustrated when he realized that he couldn’t put it where he wanted to.

I can only guess that a wolf’s cock is proportionally larger than a human’s because suddenly D’s cock was several inches longer and significantly thicker. It was dripping a watery liquid almost as steadily as D’s bathroom faucet does. The shape was the same that I had witnessed before on a random sex toy browsing spree on Amazon. It even had a strangely pointed underside and, of course, a knot. I was even more convinced the creature was some type of wolf.

The wolf backed away and whimpered at me. Its tongue was wagging around wildly. I noticed that there was a wet puddle on the floor that the beast's dripping dick had deposited while it was licking me.

This may sound crazy, but I made up my mind that I was going to go for it. I still believed that it was D in there, somewhere. Besides, I didn't get the impression that the beast was going to take "no" for an answer. Cautiously, I stood up, kicked away my panties, and decided that I was going to get down on all fours. I figured that wolves would do it doggie-style. How else?

Just as I was getting down on my hands and knees, the beast pounced on my back, sending my upper body crashing to the floor with a thud. He was humping away wildly, and I could feel his big, wet cock smacking around my thighs and abdomen. As wild as he was, I started to fear that his monstrous cock was going to get slammed inside of my ass. I don’t really like anal sex, even at the best of times, and this did not feel like one of those times.

The wolf kept repostitioning itself, and then it happened, he slammed his big, fat cock deep inside of me. I wriggled and groaned as it took my breath away. Predictably, my reaction didn’t slow the beast down in the least. He started pounding me like a jackhammer. I thought I was starting to adjust to his enormous size, so I tried to raise my front end up, but was dissuaded by a growling sound in my left ear.

He just kept going at me at one hundred miles an hour. Its paws were curled around my torso, seemingly in an effort to steady itself, but perhaps to keep me from squirming away. Then, it happened. I felt the wolf’s bulbous knot pop inside of me. Once again, it took my breath away, but I would be afforded no rest. Seconds after the knot gained entry, his cock throbbed aggressively inside me, flooding my cunt with an incredible amount of hot cum.

The beast slowed down, and I felt him lick and nibble at my ear. Then he turned and dismounted me. I felt a tug, and the beast let out a whimper. I’m not sure if the whimper was from pain, surprise, or frustration, but the knot was still locked inside of me, and he couldn’t pull himself free.

A blink of an eye later, he was back on top of me, pumping just as furiously as before. His cock felt even bigger this time, perhaps because the knot was inside me, as well. It was much the same as before, but there was less in-and-out movement with the knot rooted inside me. My body was repeatedly shoved forward and then yanked backward by his aggressiveness. The wet, sloppy sounds of the beast’s cock as it pounded my already-cum-filled pussy were incredible.

The second round didn’t last much longer than the first. Once again, his cock throbbed, and it was obvious that there had still been plenty of cum left in the beast’s balls. Unable to hold any more fluid, I could feel cum dripping from my pussy and trickling down my thighs.

I was getting sore, and I had already taken about all of the pounding that I could bear. Unfortunately for me, there would be an exact repeat of the last time. The beast couldn’t pull itself free, once again, and he mounted me. I could imagine that this interaction wasn’t too uncommon with what happens in nature. It’s all about the continuation of the species, not about romance or consideration.

It was much the same, as apparently wolves don’t have a very vast sexual repertoire. There was a lot more noise this time, though. Yeah, it was mostly me screeching and crying out. That monster had absolutely pounded me raw by that point, and I was becoming very sensitive. The discomfort didn't seem to prevent me from having an incredibly intense orgasm, either. I was shaking so vigorously, it's likely that the beast's cock was the only thing holding me up. Once he finished for the third time, I think that I prayed for the first time in my entire life that he would finally break free.

With an aggressive “pop, ” its cock finally broke free after dragging me backward several inches. I slumped to the floor as cum poured from my gaping hole. The beast circled around the room and briefly licked my dripping pussy clean before disappearing down the hall.

After recovering for a bit, I staggered to my feet. I checked the house, and I was convinced the werewolf was gone, most likely through the open window in the living room. It seemed like D had an entire routine in place before I showed up and ruined it. It still would have worked if only I hadn't unwittingly interrupted that part of the process when I went looking for him.

I took a shower and cleaned myself up, both inside and out. As I reminisced about the encounter, I got very turned on. I imagined what it must have looked like. Although my pussy was incredibly sore, I still rubbed my clit until I climaxed, all the while visualizing the beast taking me over and over again.

I stayed at D’s house all night. When the morning light arrived, I found him lying naked in the front yard. The carcass of a dead rabbit was just a few feet away. I woke him up and helped him get to his feet and inside the house. He was pretty upset when he found out that I had interacted with the wolf. D told me that he saw flashes of things that had happened, but he had absolutely no control. He said that the beast would just as soon tear me to pieces as it would fuck me.

When I asked him why he didn’t restrain himself, he told me that his grandmother had tried to do that years ago. Her poor judgment led to the beast gnawing its own, and ultimately, her foot off. He also had an Uncle who had built a cell in his basement. The beast nearly managed to squeeze through the iron bars before it battered itself to pieces. The moral of the story was that the wolf would not allow itself to be imprisoned. That's why D lived in this remote farmhouse, miles from anyone else.

I know that D wasn’t happy about my interaction with the wolf, but I was. Even though I wasn’t sure how I was going to pull it off, I was determined to take the “wolf challenge” again. I’m convinced that my "tiger" will be able to better handle its size next time around. Yeah, I’m definitely going to keep D around for at least another full moon...or two.

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