Anal Favor
By
Kali Lowe
Anal Favor
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Valentine's Day was when everything changed for Mark and Alisa. Sounds sweet, doesn't it? It didn't start off that way.
Alisa had invited Mark over, saying only, "I need to ask you something." She refused to explain more, but he came right over anyway. They had been friends for years, through middle school, high school, and now into their first year of college. Best friends, he would say. They were inseparable, and had managed to never screw up their friendship by trying a closer relationship.
Well, they were slightly less inseparable these days, since Alisa had finally gotten a boyfriend. She spent a lot of time with him, as Mark supposed was proper. He missed her, though, and he was glad she had invited him over.
She answered the door with a smile, and led him up to her bedroom. This was not unusual. He'd been in there a thousand times, to the point where her parents didn't even bother making her leave the door open. Everyone knew they were just friends.
She was wearing a pair of small denim shorts and a band t-shirt that stretched tight over her breasts. She'd started dressing that way since she got her new boyfriend. She was even letting her hair grow out, and had started lightening it from its natural dirty blonde color. The tomboy Alisa of a couple years ago would have laughed at her. Mark, for his part, just tried not to get caught staring at the girl he used to affectionately call "just one of the guys."
Alisa sat down on the edge of her bed. Mark settled in beside her.
"Mark, I need a favor," she said.
"Sure. Anything."
Alisa looked down at her hands, "It's about something I want to do for my boyfriend. Like a Valentine's Day present."
He smiled. "That's cute. Well, how can I help?"
There was a long pause. "Anal sex," she blurted out. Her face immediately turned bright red.
Another lengthy pause followed. "I'm sorry?" he said.
She took a deep breath. "I promised him anal sex. He kept wanting to and I kept saying no, but... I really like him. I should be able to do this for him."
"I, um, I didn't... I didn't know..." He stopped himself and started over, telling her seriously, "You shouldn't do anything you don't want to do."
She shook her head. "It's okay. I've decided. But... I'm not sure I can do it. I mean, I've never done anything like that. And I... I don't want it to be bad after he's waited so long, you know? I want to know it'll be good. But I just have no clue what it'll feel like or anything."
"Sure. Um." He thought for a moment, and soon reached a conclusion. One that obviously couldn't be true. But he felt his cock twitch. Calm down, he told himself. This is Alisa. Your best friend. "So, um. What do you need me for?"
She looked up at him, her blue eyes staring into his. "You trust me, right?"
"Of course, absolutely. I love you, you know, as a friend. I'd do anything for you."
"I need... I need to know how it feels. I need to know I can do it."
He paused. A wrong assumption here could make him sound like a big perverted jerk. "Feel what?" he asked cautiously.
She let out an explosive breath. "Don't make me say it again!"
"Anal sex."
She nodded.
"With... with me?"
"Um. Well. Yes."
"Alisa..."
"We don't have to like, totally do it," she explained hurriedly. "Just... put it in. So I can feel it. Then we'll stop. And we'll pretend it never happened." She reached out and took his hand in both of hers, staring pleadingly up at him. "Please? For me?"
He stared back at her, thinking of baseball games they'd played together as teenagers, times they'd wrestled playfully. Watching movies with her on the couch, leaning against each other, totally platonically, just enjoying each other's company with no pressure to do anything more. Were they going to lose all that? Was it really as simple as she made it sound?
He thought then of less innocent things. The accidental handfuls of ass or tit he'd sometimes grabbed while wrestling with her. The way she'd pull her bra out from under her shirt before cuddling up for those movies, so she could be totally comfortable. The wet dreams he'd had about her and never even considered telling her about.
"Okay," he said suddenly. "You're my best friend and I trust you. I'll do it."
She grinned and threw her arms around him for a tight hug. Then she drew back, her grin fading. "Um. Now what?"
"You want to do it right now?"
She nodded.
Mark cleared his throat. "I've never done this before either, you know. But... I know we need lube."
She nodded again, then leaned over him to open the drawer to her nightstand. He would usually pay little attention to her body brushing against his; she got that close to him ten times a day without thinking anything of it. But today was different. His cock stirred as he felt the heat of her body.
She pulled out a bottle of lube then settled back beside him. She held it up. "I bought this. Will it work?"
He eyed the tall, thick bottle of clear lube. He imagined her going up to a cash register with that and struggled to keep a smile off his face. He nodded. "Yeah, that should do it."
She handed it to him, then turned and crawled up onto her bed. She looked back at him, an embarrassed smile on her face. Then she sat up long enough to unbutton and unzip her shorts. She eased them down slowly, along with a pair of plain black cotton panties. His breath caught as he watched her naked ass come into view. She'd mooned him a time or two, trying to be funny, but this... this was a little different. He felt his dick grow rock hard. She stopped her shorts there, exposing her ass while keeping her pussy covered. That was something he'd never seen.
He crawled onto the bed behind her and knelt there, a few inches away from her ass. He almost reached out to touch her, then thought better of it. They had a specific purpose here, after all. It might freak her out to do anything more than he had to.
He lifted the bottle of lube a couple inches above the cleft of her ass, then squeezed, letting the clear slippery liquid dribble out. It landed on her pale skin, right on her tailbone, then started to drip down between her firm cheeks. His had to adjust himself in his jeans as he watched it glide over her pucker, leaving the tiny hole glistening in its wake. She shivered at the same moment.
"Is it too cold?" he asked.
She took a breath. "A little. It's... it's okay."
He hesitated. "Should I rub it in? You know, to warm it up?"
"Okay, sure."
He dribbled some more lube onto her cheeks, watched it drip down her smooth skin for a moment, and shivered faintly. He couldn't believe she had such a cute, tight ass. He leaned closer, moving carefully so that his erection wouldn't brush against her. He was a bit surprised himself that he was so hard and ready for his best friend. He had no idea what she would think of it.
"I'm going to touch you now," he said. She had no response, so he proceeded.
He placed his hands on those firm cheeks, and began slowly rubbing the lube in, feeling it warm against his palms as it smeared over her skin. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly slid his fingertips down between her ass cheeks, gliding it through the lube dripping there, feeling the bump of her little rosebud. Alisa drew a breath and shivered.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she breathed. "Sorry. Keep going."
"Okay. I, um... I think we should try a finger before... you know."
"Okay."
He rolled his index finger slowly in the cleft of her ass, coating it with dripping lube. Then he slid that finger down, finding her small pucker again. He moved it in slow circles, tracing the circumference. Then he centered his fingertip on it and pressed gently. He felt it just beginning to give, the lube letting his fingertip push in a little. He saw her fingers tighten on her bedsheets.
"Still okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." It sounded like she was breathing a little faster. "Go ahead."
He eased his finger in and out, going slow and occasionally adding more lube. He moved it in slow, easy back and forth movements, letting a little bit more of his finger enter her every time. Her asshole clenched around his finger, and he shivered, wondering how his cock would even fit in there. But gradually she relaxed, and he thrust his finger deliberately in and out, pushing the lube into her as the movements became easier.
"Are you hard?" she asked in a whisper.
He thought about lying and trying to play it casual. But no, that would be ridiculous. Maybe even insulting at this point. "Yeah," he said.
"Then... I think I'm ready."
He took a deep breath. "Okay." He reached down and unzipped his jeans, then carefully freed his cock. He felt his fingers dripping lube over his shaft, and he had to bite back a groan. Calm down, he reminded himself. She doesn't want to actually fuck. Just feel this one thing, then stop and forget about it forever. Sure, no problem.
He slid his cock between her ass cheeks, gliding it up along the lubed cleft, feeling the slippery liquid coat his shaft. He heard a small sound from her. He wasn't sure what it meant. He grabbed the bottle of lube again, and dribbled it down her ass crease as his cock slid slowly up and down, making sure his shaft was dripping with it.
Then he took hold of the base of his shaft, glided the hard tip down, and nestled it gently against her tiny pucker.
"Alisa?"
"Yeah?"
"No matter what, best friends, okay?"
"Yeah. Best friends."
He pressed forward, stretching her tight asshole with the tip of his cock. It pushed, but didn't really go anywhere. Alisa's fingers were clutching at her bedsheets. He relaxed, paused for a moment, then tried again. He slowly increased the pressure, and finally the head of his dick popped into her. He stopped there, frozen, and felt her ass squeeze around him, the tight ring contracting just below his mushroom tip.
"Fuck," he breathed.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"No, tell me," she insisted.
"Nothing," he said again. "You're just... I mean, um... it's just really tight."
"Oh. Is that okay?"
"Yes. It's definitely okay." Shut up, he told himself. "Um, you don't want me to really thrust, right?"
She hesitated. "Well... you kinda have to, to get it in, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Okay." she said in a quiet voice. "You can thrust."
He pushed against her again, gritting his teeth. One of his hands gripped her cheek, and the other slid up, smearing lube, and stroked her lower back, trying to get her to relax. She opened up a little, and another inch slid into her. She made a quiet sound and clamped up around him again. He pulled back, panting quietly as he tugged himself almost free, then thrust forward again, slowly, stroking her just above her tailbone. She relaxed again, and he got another inch into her.
That's a good girl, he thought to himself. He didn't quite dare to actually say it out loud.
He continued the process, easing himself into her slowly, inch by inch, occasionally dribbling more lube onto his shaft as it disappeared into her ass. Finally, after agonizing minutes, he was all the way inside her, balls deep in her tight asshole.
But he didn't tell her right away. He held her ass cheeks gently and kept thrusting, feeling her tight, warm ass hugging his swollen shaft, tugging the taut skin of his dick back and forth. It felt so fucking good, he wanted to never stop. But it started to feel too much like lying.
"Okay, it's all the way in," he admitted belatedly. "I, um, I guess I should take it out now, right?"
She was quiet for a moment, and he started to pull back. "Wait," she said.
He froze. "Yeah?"
"I want to see what it feels like."
She pushed herself back onto his cock. His eyes widened as her watched her ass sink down on his shaft, plunging him back into that unbelievably tight warmth. Then she eased herself forward again, her asshole clenching around him and tugging firmly on his cock. He groaned, resisting the urge to thrust back into her. That one tight tug sent shivers all the way down to the base of his spine.
"Alisa, if we keep doing this, I might, um, you know..." Fill your ass with about a gallon of jizz, he added silently.
She paused. "Really?"
"Um, yeah."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question. Um, well, you probably shouldn't... I was gonna see my boyfriend in an hour or two. I think he'd know."
"Right. Okay." He took a deep breath, preparing himself to pull out of her.
Then she kept going. She pushed back onto him, and his hips twitched forward unconsciously, pressing himself deeply into her ass. Then she moved away again, her lubed asshole making an obscene wet sucking noise as her asshole slid up along his hard dick. He moved with her, and together they slowly picked up speed. His breathing picked up, and he could feel his cock throb. His vision shrank to a tunnel, and all his thoughts were focused on not cumming inside his best friend's ass.
Then he saw her shorts working their way down her thighs as her body moved. He saw her pink pussy lips peeking out from in between them. They were puffy, swollen with arousal, parted slightly. Her pink slit glistened in between them. He could smell her aroused musk. A single clear strand of pussy juice hung from her exposed slit, dangling between her thighs.
He was hard and throbbing for his best friend. She was soaking wet for him. A jolt of arousal shot through his body, and he could have sworn his cock somehow got even harder.
"Alisa," he said, "you're just going to keep going, aren't you?"
"Maybe," she said in a quiet voice. Her body was still moving, still making her ass fuck his cock.
"But I can't cum?"
"Um... you shouldn't."
He sighed. "You're being a tease, Alisa."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not," he told her. "You're doing it a lot lately." Her body continued to move, pulling back for another thrust into him. But before she could, he thrust forward himself, hard, shoving his cock deep into her ass. She let out a surprised noise that seemed half a moan, half a yelp.
"But we're going to work through that," he went on. "Right now."
He slid his hand downward, sliding it over her lubed ass cheek, down to the back of her thigh, then easing around it. He stroked her soft inner thigh, then turned his hand and cupped her pussy warmly. He could feel her getting his palm wet.
"Mark..." she breathed.
"Shh. Do you even know how soaking wet you are right now?" He squeezed her cunt firmly, pressing out sopping, slippery wetness into his hand. "I'm going to give us what we both want."
With one hand squeezing her pussy and the other gripping her ass cheek, he began pulling her into his thrusts. He strained against her in sharp, quick movements, his breath gasping out forcefully each time he shoved his cock deep and hard into her ass. He ground his palm into her pussy, massaging the slick folds, smearing her wetness into her pubic hair, pressing her clit through its hood. She moaned, her fingers digging into her bedsheets, a pink flush spreading down her body.
He switched hands, letting go of her ass cheek and using that hand to squeeze her pussy. He leaned forward over her, the hand that was already wet with her cunt juice sliding up underneath her body. He slid it underneath her t-shirt, then up further. His fingertips found the edge of her bra and he pressed them underneath the cup, then slid his hand up further. He buried himself deep in her ass as he cupped her naked tit, feeling her hard, swollen, perky nipple against his fingers as he smeared her pussy juice into her skin.
"Mark," she said again, the word a soft moan.
He groped her firm tit, kneading it, letting the nipple grind into his palm. His other hand, massaging between her thighs, turned then, and he slid his fingers up along her slit. He delicately tugged her clit hood back, then pressed his slick fingertips to the delicate nub.
She gasped, her body twitching. He felt her ass contract around his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck," he breathed, and worked himself harder against her, starting to slam his hips into her as he fucked her ass deeply. He waited a long moment, then gave her throbbing nub another stroke.
She shuddered all over, crying out softly. "Mark," she panted, "Mark, careful, I'm gonna cum."
"I want you to," he told her. "I want to do that for you, Alisa. I want us to cum together."
She had no response other than the sound of moaning, panting breaths.
He gave her twitching clit another soft, quick stroke.
She moaned loudly, her voice filling her bedroom, and he felt her body grow taut, and then she came. Her pussy pulsed in his hand, her cum soaking his palm and dripping down between his fingers. Her ass spasmed around his cock, rippling along his length and then contracting and relaxing in firm, quick pulses, milking his dick.
That was far more than he could take. Instinctively, he thrust into her as deeply as he could, then his orgasm was on him almost before he knew it was coming. He was suddenly cumming as hard as he ever had, his seed squirting hotly into the depths of her ass, pulse after pulse, thick ropes of cum pushing into her and filling that tight hole.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest into her back, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He held her as they came together. "Oh God, Alisa, fuck, you're so amazing... Ali, baby, I love you..." he murmured as he humped her ass, giving her every drop he had.
Then he took a shuddering breath as his orgasm faded, coming back to reality slowly. He sat up, watching Alisa carefully, but she did and said nothing. Carefully, he pulled his softening cock from her ass. A thick dribble of his creamy white cum followed, trickling down the crease of her ass, then over her pussy, following the line of her perfect glistening slit. He shivered as he watched, then felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. She was in no shape to see her boyfriend now. He'd made her cheat on him. And what he'd said as he came inside her ass... that could change everything, and probably not for the better.
Alisa turned around slowly, settling her dripping ass onto her bedsheets, looking up at him.
Here it comes, he thought, wincing inwardly.
"Mark," she said, "I love you too."
His thoughts came to a halt for a moment. Then he leaned forward, and hesitated again, wondering even after all that had happened if he should do what he wanted to do.
As he paused, she lifted herself up and met him halfway. Their lips touched, and then their mouths pushed together firmly, tongues swirling. Slowly he sank down onto her, pushing her down onto her bed.
When they finally broke apart, he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day," and grinned. He cupped her cheek, then kissed her again. He felt his weary cock begin to stir against her belly.
Alisa felt it too and grinned back at him. "I think... I think I'll skip seeing that other guy."
Mark pressed his hardening cock against her. "You can let him know in a few minutes."
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Losing Control: Three Erotic Stories
Werewolf Rut 3: Taming The Lesbian Pack
Supernatural Sex: Three Erotic Stories
Valentine Virgins: Three Erotic Stories
Getting Anal: Three Erotic Stories
The Older Man: Three Erotic Stories
Sex In Space: The Aphrodisiac Flower
Sex In Space: The Shapeshifter
Sex In Public: Three Erotic Stories
Summer Ending: Threesome By The Lake
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Excerpt from Stockroom Slut
"And that mouth," he went on steadily. "You've got such a sweet little mouth. Every time you bitch at me, I imagine those lips wrapped around my fat cock while I watch you suck me off." He stared at her for a moment, then both of his hands slid up, the pen falling from his fingers, as he took hold of her shoulders. "Do that right now and I won't talk to the manager," he whispered.
He pushed down gently, and she sank down to her knees obediently. Fumbling, hardly believing what she was doing, her fingers went to his pants and tugged them open. His cock was hard in his boxers, and she drew it out, her small fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He groaned and gripped her hair tightly, tugging on the blonde locks.
She hesitated, looking up at him. She knew that once she did anything with him, there would be no going back. It's not like he would ever forget. He would hold it over her. He would probably tell all of his friends in the store, and it would get back to the managers, and--
"Lick it," he ordered, derailing her train of thought. She blinked up at him, her blue eyes wide, then she leaned forward, her tongue pushing out from between her lips, and gently touched it to the tip of his shaft.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he felt her warm, wet tongue make contact with his hard flesh. She took his tighter grip as a signal, and she swirled her tongue wetly over the smooth helmet of his dick, coating it with her saliva. He groaned, his cock already throbbing. Holding her blonde hair tightly. he pushed his hips forward slowly.
She grunted softly as she felt the swollen head of his cock forcing her lips open. Her tongue glided along the underside of his shaft as it pushed into her warm wet mouth. She could sense his heartbeat in every throb of that thick shaft.
With his hips still pushed forward, he tugged back on her hair, pulling her mouth slowly off of his cock. Instinctively, she wrapped her lips around the shaft, letting them tug at his taut skin as her mouth slid slowly toward his tip. Her lips caught on the underside of his thick cockhead, and he paused, then pulled her hair the other way, making her mouth sink slowly back onto his cock. He groaned again as his hips pushed forward again, nudging his cock toward the back of her tongue. She made a soft whimpering soft in the back of her throat, which made his dick vibrate, and she squirmed faintly as he nudged deeper into her mouth.
"That's it, baby," he muttered quietly. "That's a tight little mouth. Not telling me to fuck off now, are you?" He began thrusting his hips slowly as he pulled her head up and down on his stiff rod, fucking her face.
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Excerpt from Tessa's Older Neighbor
He showed her what to do, and soon she was on her hands and knees next to him, poking holes in the soil with her finger and dropping the seeds in, placing them in neat rows. She went ahead of him, crawling through the garden, her shorts tight over her ass.
She glanced back and saw him staring right at her backside. She looked away again quickly, before he could realize he'd been caught. That naughty thrill tingled through her again as she realized that he really couldn't keep his eyes off of her. That her young body had such power over him was incredibly exciting.
She turned toward him and knelt down in the soil. Her thighs were opened wide, the denim of her shorts pulling tight between her mostly bare legs. She smiled at him, then leaned down, giving him a view down her tank top as she pressed holes into the soil. He had stopped working and just stared at her helplessly.
The way he just openly watched her was making her wet, she realized. She knew she ought to stop, but she wanted more.
She squinted up at the hot sun, then, with exaggerated casualness, she grasped the bottom edge of her tank top and pulled up. She let her body arch, her tits thrusting out in her bikini as she pulled the top off and threw it into the grass. She glanced down at herself, seeing that her bikini was somewhat askew, with one of her nipples threatening to peek out. She ran a finger down the strap on that side, lifting it, pulling her breast up slightly, then she tugged slightly on the side of the cup until she nestled into it properly. She saw that she'd left a black smudge of soil on the smooth, pale inner curve of her breast, so she spent a moment determinedly brushing it off, making her firm flesh jiggle faintly.
She glanced up. He was still staring intently at her. She grinned and turned away, getting onto her hands and knees to plant more seeds.
She didn't hear him move. She just felt his hands on her shoulders suddenly, and she let out an involuntary gasp. His weight leaned into her, and he bore her down to the bed of soil. She felt her firm tits pressing into the soft, moist soil through her bikini top.
He pressed himself down against her ass. She bit back another gasp as she felt how hard he was, feeling the throbbing of his cock even through his jeans and her shorts. He ground himself into her, trying to push his thick dick between her firm ass cheeks as though there was no clothing in the way. She could feel her hipbones digging furrows into the soil as he pressed her down.
"You've been teasing me all day. Is this what you wanted?" he murmured into her ear.
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Excerpt from Sex In Space: The Aphrodisiac Flower
The bulb spewed a pink cloud into her face. She coughed, overwhelmed by the alien not-quite-cinnamon smell. Her suit's toxin alert beeped insistently and her heart almost stopped. The alert turned itself off almost immediately, but she still stumbled away from the plant as quickly as she could and began pulling in deep lungfuls of hopefully clean air.
A wave of dizziness passed over her. For a moment she was afraid she was going to pass out, and there was no telling what was going to happen to her at that point. She stood very still, and after a moment she felt steady on her feet.
But something was still not right. She felt a peculiar tingling. Her skin felt hot. Her mind felt clouded. Impulsive thoughts kept racing through her head and then vanishing before she could grab them. What is wrong with me? she thought with a shiver of panic.
She glanced down at herself and realized that her hand was cupping her breast. She snatched it away. She couldn't remember why she had done that. And why did she suddenly feel so hot? She glanced at the temperature indicator on her wrist. No significant change.
Then what was going on? She found her fingers on the seal that ran down the front of her suit. Without conscious decision, her fingers pressed down and then slid smoothly along the seal. She stared, mesmerized, watching the thin rubber-like material parting at her touch, exposing her pale skin. She watched the smooth skin between her breasts come into view, then her flat, faintly muscled stomach, then her belly button, then her regulation gray underpants.
She felt a cool breeze finding its way into her suit, caressing her naked, sweaty skin. She shivered with pleasure. She brought her hand back up and slid it into her suit, pushing the material aside. Her hand slid over her naked breast and she cupped it, letting it nestle into her palm. She felt her nipple growing, pressing into her palm, and she bit her lower lip as she kneaded her breast softly.
She felt a brief moment of clarity and looked up, startled. This wasn't right. There was something wrong about this planet. But then those thoughts vanished in a wave of tingling arousal.
She shrugged out of the top half of her suit and let it hang at her waist. She looked down at herself as her hands caressed, cupping her bare breasts, lifting them, rubbing her thumbs over her stiff nipples. She moaned softly and she found herself leaning back. Her bare back found the trunk of one of those strangely squat trees and she let her weight rest against it, feeling the warm waxy coating of the bark against her bare skin. It felt incredible. Everything seemed to feel incredible.
Without the slightest hesitation, she slid her other hand down along her body and pushed it into her panties.
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Excerpt from Werewolf Rut
He began to shift, not back to full human but to something only most of the way there. The thick hair on his body receded, and his form shrank almost to his normal size. Much of his intellect returned, just enough to make him fully aware of what he was doing without being able to stop himself. His face was still faintly distorted, and his eyes would show nothing but animal lust, but he would be recognizable.
He could smell her. Not just the sense of fertility that was wafting off of her, but something else. Something even a normal human would smell. The musky scent of a wet, aroused pussy. His overpowering pheromones were doing their job, and nature was taking its course with her.
She squirmed slightly, her resistance much reduced. She tried to turn her head. "Aaron? But... but I thought there was..." She trailed off and shook her head, her mind clouded with raging hormones.
He pushed her into the tree and then pressed up against her, growling quietly. His cock was stiff, and he ground it into her skirt, feeling the cheeks of her firm ass hugging it through the fabric. She whimpered softly, and then he felt her press back against him, moving her hips in his rhythm, letting her ass stroke his cock.
He pushed her plaid skirt up around her waist, and he grasped her panties and yanked them down. Her hips kept moving, the twin globes of her tight ass pressing in around his hot cock, enveloping him in her firm flesh.
He groaned, and struggled to bring his conscious mind to the forefront. This was usually completely impossible, but half-shifted as he was...
"Jamie," he growled, his voice deep and gravely, almost unrecognizable. "You don't want this."
"Yes I do," she whispered, rubbing herself back against him.
"No," he insisted. "If I seed you like this, you... you'll change..."
"I don't care. I want it. I'm so fucking hot." She reached down between her legs, grasping his cock and drawing it forward. His swollen tip glided along the cleft of her ass, then between her thighs, brushing against her slick slit. Her lower lips were puffy with arousal, parting naturally, and she was wetter than any pussy he'd ever felt. Her cunt juices accumulated on his tip and then began trickling down his shaft, starting to coat his skin, and he wasn't even inside her yet.
His intellect quailed at that level of temptation, and then retreated. He growled, his hands gripping her hips and shoving her hard into the tree. She whimpered, not entirely without pleasure, as the rough bark scraped over her perky tits and swollen nipples.
He took her then. His hips shoved into her ass and he rolled forward, the swollen helmet of his dick pushing into the tight ring of her opening. He growled again, possessively, nudging his hips back and forth as he felt her pussy clinging to the top inch of his cock, proving to her that she was his. She was panting, her body already flushed with pleasure.
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