something scandalous on. While Todd was pulling off his pants, she spread her legs and moved the black fabric of her thong to the side, revealing a fully shaved pussy beneath the silky material.
Normally she left a peachy blonde landing strip, but Todd like when she shaved everything off. His eyes widened with surprise and his mouth parted slightly with instant approval. She V-ed her fingers between the lips of her pussy and spread them further. Her luscious inner lips hung in flapping pleats, housing the swollen red jewel of her clit on a bed of already slick skin.
Todd let out a moan and reached for his hard veiny cock, he moved towards her to put it right into her waiting pussy. She lifted her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, arching her back as he pushed inside of her without hesitation. The mattress squeaked rhythmically under them with every forceful trust. She looked down at his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, the sight of him inside of her drove her wild. She closed her eyes and let him fill her again and again, trying to imagine that he was entering her even deeper. The sensation of her freshly shaved mound was so much more intense, and she could feel his member scrape against her wet lips with every thrust. He started to huff with strained breaths, like he always did before he let loose.
“Wait,” she said, as he came all the way out of her. “Let’s finish it the other way.”
For a second, Todd was confused, he sat there on his knees, head butting up against the top of their tent, holding himself. Jane sat up and turned around on all fours, bouncing lightly up and down on the air of the mattress. She turned back her head and looked seductively into his eyes while reaching over to guide him directly into her tight hairless pink asshole. Todd’s face broke into a slow grin, followed by a solid moan.
“Oooh, baby. Yeah. How did you know I wanted to put it in there?”
Jane turned around and put her face down into their sleeping bag. She filled her mouth with the slick fibers, drooling everywhere. She needed her mouth to be full to cum. With a cock or at least something else to substitute. But god, Jane thought. There was nothing else in the world like a cock. Nothing even close. The thick shaft of pleasure was a singularity, the object of Jane’s most repulsive, compulsive, carnal and powerful desires. Todd was big enough, but she wanted even more. Something he alone couldn’t offer. She wanted to be filled from every angle, to be fucked in every hole at the same time. She reached her fingers down to her clit and began rubbing herself, dripping wet and sliding off herself with every motion.
“You sure are a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” said Todd, watching her touch herself.
He had no idea.
She could feel her asshole contracting around his dick, opening up and getting pounded again and again. She let out a muffled scream into the sleeping bag, then moved her hips back and forth to take him in and out.
“You dirty little slut,” he said, grabbing her hips and helping move her faster. He didn’t care if the other couples heard them, even if she did mind, he was too far gone in his lust for her. “You like it when I fuck you like this, like an animal?”
He was getting more turned on by the sound of his own voice, and the sound of her silencing herself.
“Oooow, ooh, oooow,” she moaned into the pillow.
Todd stopped.
“NO!” she screamed, “Don’t stop. Come back inside me. It hurts so good.”
She had never felt so greedy before, and she knew when she came it was going to be a creamy mess, all over the floor of their tent. But before he could put it back anywhere, Todd convulsed with a shivering moan, and spurted white hot juice all over the blue polyester of their sleeping bag.
“Sorry, baby,” he said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”
As usual, Todd fell asleep almost immediately. But Jane was not so lucky. She lay awake under the crushing weight of Todd’s left arm, tossing and turning for hours. Through the thin mesh roof of their tent, she could see the outline of the full moon. She couldn’t remember ever seeing one so big before. She could see all of the dark craters, the faces, outlines of her dreams and her desires. Beside the moon was the outline of the constellation Orion.
“Look at you, with that belt and that second swinging sword,” she said. “What a show off.”
Even the stars told the story of her discontent. After what felt like hours of laying awake, Jane left the tent quietly to take a moonlit hike. She slipped on one of Todd’s flannel shirts and her own hiking boots.
“Might as well take advantage of this beautiful night,” she thought.
She walked by the other tents to see if either of her friends were in the same predicament, but both tents were still and quiet. Either they had all cum sufficiently and lay in a comfortable orgasm-induced sleep by now, or they were all getting old.
Elsewhere in the forest, three beasts were tearing their way through the trees and brush, in search of something to quench their most basal desires, even as their bodies were changing beneath them. Ulric, Zeff and Bertolf, were on the last phase of their transformation, morphing from humans into fierce and magnificent wolves, triggered by the power of the bright full moon. It was the second one that month, meaning they had barely just recovered from their last shift, and their bodies were taking the toll as their minds got further into the wolf spirit.
Being born half wolf, half human meant that the brothers were genuine shape-shifters. Men of sorts during much of their lives, albeit hairy and gruff and still more wild than any human that walked city streets or worked for other men. But during the full moon, they morphed into magnificent wolf-like creatures. Their hands turned into great hairy paws, with claws that could kill with barely a swipe. Their ears, growing into a point, were capable of hearing things humans could never imagine being able to hear: the soft crawling of insects, the rustle of trees half a mile away, or the changing of the seasons.
Their teeth shifted and filled their mouths as they grew more yellow and the points sharpened into daggers that could rend any flesh. Their snouts grew out from the center of their sharp cheekbones, picking up scents 10,000 times stronger than any musk or perfume. And their sex drives, which were driven by hormones that were both human and animal, but all male, were the most powerful of all the forest creatures'.
The prowl was the ultimate game to Ulric and his brothers, they loved nothing more than to hunt fresh female mates in the night. There were however dire consequences, Ulric knew that much, for it was the last thing his father, Rannulf, told him:
“When you are in your human body, you may do as you wish. Plunder, pillage, ravage the forests in search of your own pleasure. Satiate yourself. As often as you can and as hard as you can, this will bring honor to our family. But when your shape has shifted, when you embody the likeness of the wolf, you must be careful. You must choose wisely. It is a powerful force you bear and you must find the source that can take your weight. Your seed is much more powerful then, and will create offspring that are of our kind. You must take the chosen women home with you to your cave after copulation, or you must kill them. There is no other way.”
Jane reached the bank of the river just as the moon was directly overhead. The reflection in the water created a vibrant image of two worlds colliding, the moon above was mirrored and distorted on the wavy surface. She took off her boots and timidly slipped one foot into the piercing cold water. She sucked in air sharply through gritted teeth as she adjusted to the temperature. She gently placed her other foot into the water and relaxed as both feet touched the bed of the stream.
The rocks beneath were smooth, massaging her worn feet as she stared into the dark horizon. Before she could give her impulse a second thought, Jane took off the flannel shirt and dove head first into the flowing river. She was stabbed by the icy knives of the water as she descended into the murky river. The water loosened its sharp grasp on her skin as her body temperature adjusted.
She cut through the water like a fish, sleek and empowered. When she finally re-emerged on the surface of the water, she opened her mouth wide to take in a desperate breath, and saw that she had gone much farther upstream than she had intended. She paddled up and down, looking towards the shore for her boots or the place where she emerged from the woods. But there was nothing in sight.
Jane crawled out of the water onto the bank of the river, she was shivering violently but greeted by a gentle and warm breeze. The water felt good, but quelled nothing, she still felt restless and unsatisfied. She stood on the edge for a while, rubbing her arms and legs trying to dry herself off. But sooner or later she would have to try and find her way back. Clothes or not. The water droplets on her skin refracted the moonlight, and she looked, from far away, like she was actually glowing.
There had to be some way to get back, some path that she would recognize. This was a state park, after all. There must be marked trails or signposts. Jane wasn’t exactly the most modest person. She didn’t mind walking through the woods completely nude. But she did have her boots to worry about. She had bought them specially for the trip. And Todd never liked her wearing his shirts, much less losing them on the bank of the river. The further she
