Werewoman (Transformation Short)

“Come on!”  Lit only by pale moonlight coming through the window the raven haired babe riding my cock snarls as she slams herself down onto me with frenzied lust.  “Is that all you got boy?  Fuck me!”

“Nnngh!”  I had her by the hips and was thrusting up into her hot wet pussy as hard as I could, but this girl was insatiable!  “Yeah!  God yes!”

“Rrrrr!”  She grinds down hard for a few seconds then starts to ride again.  Her long lithe rich brown body had a sheen of fresh sweat and her small pouting tits bounced with each clapping impact.  “You fucking little worthless bitch!”

“Huh!?”  I huff, my hips still driving fast and hard.

“Your profile said seven and half inches.”  She hisses as she tightens her cunny around me.  “You’re barely six and not even that thick.”

“Jesus!”  I gasp as I struggle to keep up with her.

She wasn’t wrong.  I may have written in a little white lie on my hookup profile but I never expected to be called out on it so directly.  Honestly…I never expected much from that site at all.  And definitely not a woman as hot as Candace!  To be truthful, she was WAY above my league.  I’d just assumed everybody lied on there so when she showed up at my door just ten minutes ago looking exactly as hot as her profile picture I could barely believe it.  When she said she wanted to forego the evening I had planned to get straight to the sex you could have knocked me over with a feather.  Her blunt and aggressive nature had carried over into the bedroom.  One thing was certain, I’d never met a woman like Candace before!

“Ohhhh God.”  I groan as I am rocked by the most raucous sex of my life.

Gripping my shoulders harder she glares down on me as her relentless pussy takes every inch of my dick again and again and again and again.  “You BETTER not be about to cum!”

“I’m not.”  I lie, the pressure building in my balls telling me that I had another minute at most at this pace.  God damn woman!  Slow down for a second.

“Better not peewee, because I’m getting mine one way or another.”  Biting down on her bottom lip she lets out a growl as she bears down on my dick, clenching her tunnel around my rock hard member with incredible strength.  “Rrrr!”

“OHHHH GNNGHHH!”  Gritting my teeth I hold back with all I had.  Her tightening her cunt surely didn’t help!

All at once…she stops.  I lay there panting and pushing back the orgasm that had only been mere seconds away.  Sitting up she touches her lips and looks down at her fingers.  “Ah, shit.”  I could see now that she’d split her bottom lip such was the intensity of her bite.

I see an opportunity and I take it.  She wanted a wild man, I could be wild.  In one swift motion I sit up and grab her by the back of the neck to pull her into a ferociously passionate kiss.  I kiss her hard, so hard in fact that her teeth cut a gash into my lower lip as well.  Fuck it!  Caught up in the moment I continue kissing her and sucking at her lips like some sex crazed brute, that distinctive salty metallic taste of blood coats my tongue and I actually relish it.

“MMMFFF!”  She protests, trying to push me away.

“RRRRMMM!”  I growl back with all of the savagery she’d had just a second ago.  With a hard shove she pushes me off of her.  I flash her a devilish smile and quip.  “Why’d ya stop baby?  Feeling too good?”

She stares at my lips with wide terror-stricken eyes.  “No!  Oh no!”  For a moment she just sits there, her mind racing, before the next thing I knew she dismounts.  My glistening latex sheathed erection slaps down as it slips from her tight coochie.

“What the hell?”

Without a word she hurries to get dressed, her firm perfect ass pointed straight back at me.  She hadn’t much to get on as she only arrived in a skimpy skirt and panties.  I lick my bottom lip and taste blood once more.  It is only then I begin to worry.  Shit…did she have HIV or something!?  I touch my lips and looks at my fingers to see the crimson smear of her blood mixed with mine.

“What’s going on?  What’s the big deal?”  I say.  “Talk to me!”

She was already at my bedroom door on her way out.  She pauses, just for moment, and I think I hear her whisper.  “I’m so sorry.”  And with that…she’s gone!  Seconds later I hear the front door slam.

I spring out of bed and rummage around for a pair of shorts.  By the time I find one I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch up with her so I sprint through the living room to the balcony door.  Bursting out into the cool clear night I am just in time to catch her leaving the front doors of my building.  She turns north and hurries down sidewalk.

“Hey!  Candace!” I call after her.  “HEY!  What the fuck!?”

She doesn’t turn her head or acknowledge my shouts in anyway.  As if escaping a crime scene, which is precisely what might be happening right now, she walks swiftly and with laser focus.

“HEY!!!”

A moment later she was around the corner of my building and out of site.  Shit!  I stay watching for a time hoping to catch a sight of her car.  After a couple of minutes I realize that she was gone for good.  The dark street was quiet, the only noises were the low din of city traffic and a distant siren.  I look up at the fat gibbous moon looming in the clear sky above and let out a long sigh.

“Shiiiiit.”

Part 2