She makes him fuck her

John had watched Matt humping, heard Nicole quietly moaning, and wondered how she wasn't screaming in pain from being torn in half by his huge dick. It had looked even bigger than she was, yet Nicole was quieter than she had been when Matt hade ate her out. It just didn't make sense. Was Nicole not a virgin after all? Was she some sort of secret slut, who had experience taking massive dicks like that? John doubted it. He'd never even seen her kiss a guy on a night out.

Suddenly, Nicole started acting more like he'd expected her to.

"Wait!" She cried from off screen. Her voice sounded weak and trembly, and John could only wonder how she had endured for as long as she had without complaint. Now it seemed that Matt's monster cock had finally broken her, and it broke John's heart to hear her sound so pathetic. To his surprise, the beast behind her heeded her plaintive cry, but John knew it would not be long before her torment began again. Maybe she was about to plead for a break or beg him to stop, two requests that he would never listen to.

What her next words actually were completely broke his brain.

"I need you to fuck me properly."

After Nicole's deep thoughts had began, she only lasted for a few more seconds of dry (or actually very wet and slick) humping, before she gave in completely. Her **** pussy needed cock, and she didn't care if the only one she could find was big enough to kill her, she would just have to take it carefully. With her mind shamefully made up, all that remained was for her to find a way to make Matt fuck her.

Earlier, she had tried so hard to avoid such a fate, but now she wanted it more than anything. It was ironic that she could have just submitted to him in the bathroom, and gotten exactly what she wanted now, but without quite so much drama.

Still bent face-down, ass-up, Nicole thought about her options. First she considered repositioning to properly present her waiting hole to Matt, like a bitch in heat, but his claws held her too tightly for her to move much. That also meant that sliding her pussy forcefully on to his cock was off the table, which left Nicole with one impossible option. Ask the monster nicely.

"Wait!" She had shouted, sounding even more like a slut than she felt. To her shock, he had obeyed, hairy hips coming to a halt a handful of inches from hers. Briefly, Nicole wondered if WereMatt actually understood English still, or if he was simply surprised into stillness by his fucktoy's unexpected sound. Whatever it was, Nicole didn't think about it for long. She didn't care what was going on in his head, she only cared about the part of him that throbbed between his thighs.

"I-I need you to fuck me properly," she mewled, arching her back and wiggling her ass in his grasp, hoping he would get her filthy hint. When he didn't, she tried a more visibly direct path.

Taking her hand off the underside of his cock, she reached around it to run her hand down her own body. With difficulty, she pushed his hot cock to one side, like trying to shove away an excited bull mastiff. Two of her fingers quickly found her pussy, that was even wetter and more sensitive than she expected. Sluttily, she parted her labia, flashing her gaping fuckhole to the wolf behind her.

"Here, I need it here," she murmured, playing with her pussy partly to tease him, and partly to please herself.

The unbearable heat that his cock was imbued with had flooded into her, turning her innocent pussy into a broiling pressure cooker of pleasure, constantly boiling over with her juices and threatening to squirt like a geyser again. Just her tiny fingers playing at it's edges were enough to make Nicole shudder and moan, she could only imagine how good the thundercock throbbing against her belly would feel.

Instantly, Matt seemed to recognize that he had overshot her hot, sweet, prize. A growl that made Nicole's legs shake reverberated out of him, before he drew his lengthy cock back out from under her. It's fast and smooth exit nearly made her cum right there, inch after inch of it's topside gliding over her clit was enough to make her teased pussy gush even further, but it's pointed tip slipped past right before she could finish.

She was still panting in pleasure when his cock returned. This time, it’s spade-like tip lined up perfectly with her hole, aided by her fingers still spreading it wide for him. Just like his curious nose had pushed up against her before, he prodded his cock against her hole, as if ensuring that he would not miss again. For the third time, Nicole braced herself for his entry, screwing shut her eyes and nibbling her thumb between her teeth. Everything in the room faded away, even Matt's slavering growls fell silent, as the moment of truth finally arrived.

Nicole's maidenhood was about to be taken by a filthy, drooling, monster. She couldn't have been more excited.

In her dreams, the men who were her first time had always treated her gently, caressed her cheeks, asked her in a whisper if she was sure she was ready for this. Matt did none of those things. Instead of a caring stroke to brush her fears away, claws tightened around her stomach. In place of whispers, he snarled like a beast. And instead of being gentle, he rammed his cock home with brute ****. Nicole's pussy squirted again, soaking him and the concrete below with her girlcum, and Matt's cock had only made it halfway.

Despite all the drool, despite her dribbling juices, despite how hot and ready her pussy was, Matt's cock was so thick that it only sank six inches deep before her body seized tight around it. Nicole's legs cramped up impotently, pain and pleasure robbing them of their strength, so that the only things holding her up were Matt's paws around her stomach. All she could do was pant like an animal, as Matt stoically pondered how to dislodge his dick.

A couple forward prods of his hips rocked Nicole's body, but also confirmed that his cock couldn't go any deeper right then. Grunting, he **** Nicole upright, as if the angle was the issue and not the ridiculous size of his cock. Nicole felt her vision go hazy as all the blood rushed out of her head again, and she caught herself on the edge of the dumbwaiter with one arm. Now in a proper standing doggy style position, Matt tried again to ram his humongous cock into her, this time he only succeeded in shoving her upper half back into the tiny elevator.

Growling in frustration, Matt tried moving in the other direction, prying his cock from her vice-like grip like it was the sword in the stone and making her whimper as a result. Only Nicole's fingers were left to prop her wet entrance open, a gaping hole **** for cock where once had been a tight and chaste slit. Fortunately for her hungry pussy, it would not be unfilled for long.

Even more forcefully than before, Matt drove his massive cock back into her, forcing it past her bodies weak objections. Nicole squealed as it sank into her, smacking weakly at the floor of the dumbwaiter as Matt's cock stretched her completely. Only once did Matt's quick advance falter, something deep inside Nicole catching on the head of his wolfish cock. It might have been Nicole's hymen, the ultimate proof of her innocence clinging weakly to his rampaging dick. With an angry thrust, he overcame that too, completely erasing Nicole's virginity and shoving his dick the rest of the way into her.

"FUCK!" Nicole shouted, the first and loudest expletive of her life bursting from her lips as Matt's cock **** it out of her. One could hardly blame her for swearing. She was being stretched in a whole new way, filled out deeper than most women would ever experience in their entire lives. All of her juices and his drool had only served to soften his entrance, the bracing feeling of his cock jammed into parts of her pussy that she didn't know she had couldn't be suppressed.

For a little while, Matt just held himself there. Whether he was allowing her to adjust, or simply savoring the texture of her pussy trembling around his cock, Nicole was grateful for the momentary reprieve. She needed to catch her breath, and to regain control of her wandering senses. A thin trail of drool had trickled down her chin without her noticing, that she hurriedly wiped away with a thumb, as if her appearance was her biggest concern right now with a werewolf behind her and inside her.

Before Nicole could think to touch her tussled blonde hair, Matt grunted and began to move again. Those solid inches that made her feel so full slowly began to withdraw, her pussy sucking tightly to them every step of the way like she didn't want them to go. If pain and pleasure had been weighted 60/40 on the way in, now those fractions were reversed. The odd satisfaction of his cock sliding over formerly untouched parts of her made Nicole moan and smile thoughtlessly, eyelids fluttering gently.

Matt only got three quarters of the way out before he switched course again, pulling Nicole back onto his dick as he **** his hips forward once more. His fucktoy squeaked weakly in response, sinking her nails into the wooden floor of the dumbwaiter and curling her toes in the air. Matt still held her aloft, the casual ease with which he did it adding to her undeniable arousal. Finally submitting after what felt like such a long night of sensual teasing felt so good, that she didn't even care that she was on camera again.

Upstairs, the lurid display was broadcast to four screens simultaneously, a livestream of the filthiest cam show imaginable. The audience might have felt awkward, or disgusted, or confused, or even aroused but none of them looked away.

John thought he had already watched Nicole being fucked, and that had been bad enough, but now actually seeing it happen for real was even worse. At least when she was bent over offscreen, he could ignore or make excuses for her constant groaning. Now face to face with her, it was undeniable that his sweet, innocent, best friend was loving being railed by a furry werewolf.

Cute, little, Nicole was making expressions that he had only ever seen on pornstars. The type of ecstasy with rolling eyes and bitten lips that he had always assumed women could only fake. As if that wasn't bad enough, she moaned so loud that he could hear it both through his phone, and also echoing up the dumbwaiter's elevator shaft. Her wails bouncing off the walls of the basement like that was haunting, in every way.

The most shameful part was the boner between his legs, that throbbed as he and everyone else continued to watch. Fortunately for him, everyone was too fixated on their phones to notice his erection. Hurriedly tugging his cloak over himself, he turned his own attention back to his screen, settling in to watch under the same old excuse of "keeping an eye out for Nicole."

He, and probably all the others, knew that excuse was bullshit now, but they still couldn't stop watching.

Down below, Nicole felt her lupine lover bottom out inside of her again. He was fucking her in slow, steady, almost tender, strokes, but Nicole could still feel the primal power behind them. It was like a muscle car, grinding around in first gear, pistons kicking under the hood ready to launch off with so much more ****. He growled like an engine too, a low sound of satisfaction **** through his knifelike teeth every time his hips bumped against her soft ass.

Despite his unrushed pace, Nicole was struggling to cope. Only minutes ago she had been a virgin, and now a cock bigger than even the craziest dildos and toys she had seen online, was stretching out her guts. Every twitch and throb of it's phenomenal length reverberated through her tender pussy, sending goosebumps throughout her body and making her legs tremble again.

The only reason she hadn't came yet was the lingering pain from being so thoroughly split open, but as that faded, Nicole knew a powerful orgasm was on the cards for her. And she couldn't wait. The leg-shaking, eye-rolling, mind-numbing, climax she'd experienced on Matt's tongue had only served as an appetizer, opening her eyes to a whole world of pleasure that she didn't know existed. Now, she just wanted more.

Playing with her sloppy pussy around Matt's tree trunk size cock, Nicole stared at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. She was so lost in pleasure that her tongue was almost hanging out, nearly lolling past her lips like she was the same as the animal fucking her. For a moment, she considered fantasizing about someone or something else standing behind her, but she quickly gave up on that. The shameful reality of being fucked by a werewolf was hotter than anything she could dream of.

"Better a fucktoy than a chew toy," she thought glibly, giggling mindlessly at her own joke. Drool hot as candle wax spilled on to her pale back as she laughed, turning her chuckles into moans. "Ah, yes!" She gasped, as yet more hot droplets fell onto her, the slavering beast that was already using her pussy now treating her like a rag to drool on. Each drop seemed scalding hot on her skin, so much so that she imagined them sizzling and rolling off her back like beads of water off a hot skillet.

That filthy treatment that mixed pain and pleasure brought Nicole to the very precipice of orgasm, and when Matt's cock bashed against her backwalls once more, she was shoved over the edge.

"FUCK YESSSSS!" She wailed, throwing her head back and howling like the wolf behind her. Stars burst like fireworks before her eyes as Matt's mammoth dick set off her strongest orgasm yet. Vainly, she slapped her palm against the wooden floor of the dumbwaiter, like she was tapping out form the pleasure.

Despite that sign of submission, and her pussy squeezing tightly around him, Matt didn't stop fucking his newly acquired hole. On the contrary, her pathetic moans of orgasm seemed to encourage him, like how a prey animal's cries would encourage any predator. Even as she shuddered in his grasp and her legs twitched in mid-air, he just kept railing her. She was his prize, after all, it was only right that he used her however he saw fit.

Every time Matt's bestial cock touched base on the back wall of her cunt, another crashing wave of orgasm was triggered, another splash of girlcum gushed out between her legs, another shiver ran through her whole body, and another girlish moan was driven out from her panting lips. Earlier, she had spared some thought for her appearance, wiping the spittle from her lips and wondering what sort of mess her cute blonde hair was in, but now she couldn't care less that she probably looked like a total slut.

The werewolf's cock inside of her felt so good that it was all she could think about. It occupied all her thoughts like it was her new religion, or her new addiction. She could feel it throbbing deep in her stomach. Dropping her head weakly, she looked down her body once more, **** to see the magical point where his monster cock joined her tight, teen, pussy. With every thrust, she could practically see his cock creating a bulge in her stomach, a lump in her white skin like a boner beneath a bedsheet.

That lurid sight just helped her to keep cumming, her clear juices trickling down and dripping off her new lover's cock.

For the rest of the time that Matt fucked her, in fact, she just seemed to keep cumming. It was like she was strapped on to a Sybian with a mind of it's own, every pink wave of pleasure that passed through her was followed quickly by another. Cries and screams of ecstasy echoed off the walls even louder than when she had came on Matt's tongue before, joined now by the soft, wet sounds of his cock slopping in and out of her wet slit.

As Matt used Nicole's nubile body, he slowly drew her out of the dumbwaiter, pulling her away from salvation in more ways than one. Pretty soon, her hands had slipped away from the elevator's opening completely, leaving Nicole held up only by his powerful claws and muscular forelimbs as he used her exactly like a self heating fleshlight. Her head hung forward, short blonde hair slick with sweat shielding her eyes, but she wasn't quite limp in his grasp.

Every thrust of his hips up into her made her twitch, her hands balled into tight fists as he pushed his way into her, and her mouth could be seen smiling, panting, and moaning wordlessly.

Forcing Nicole to lean back against his broad and furry chest, Matt hilted himself deep inside her, and then used his cock to hold her up as he released her waist with one strong paw. In a single fluid motion, he reached up to her chest, and tore the remains of her dress in half. The scant threads holding it together ripped apart like paper before his knifelike claws, allowing her green dress to pop open and completely unveiling her pale and perky breasts.

The tattered remains of Nicole's Tinkerbell costume fluttered down to the basement floor around him, as Matt retook Nicole's hips with both hands and began to fuck her even harder. She was upright now as he pounded her, her slender shoulders leant back against his broad chest, the soft fur of his solid pecs tickling her delicate skin. Throwing her arms up, she wrapped them as far around his maned neck as she could, holding on for dear life as he took her for a ride.

Right beside her face, Matt growled in triumph, hot bursts of steam issuing from her nostrils. Opening his fang-ringed maw, his inhuman tongue lolled out once again, lapping up Nicole's lily white neck. Just like in the bathroom, she shivered from his unexpected affections, but now she made no effort to hide her considerable pleasure. When his prehensile tongue tasted it's way up to her blushing cheek, Nicole turned her head to greet it. Her own mouth fell open, a tiny pink tongue slipping out, to tangle with it's gigantic superior. The "fight" did not last long, and soon Nicole's little tongue was overpowered, allowing Matt's flexible one to invade her mouth.

As much as a woman and a werewolf could, the two French kissed. Matt overwhelmed Nicole completely practically fucking her from both ends, as she moaned with wanton desire and-

"Okay! That's enough of that!" Sarah declared, slamming her phone face down on the countertop and looking away. Her sudden outburst shocked John so much that he nearly dropped his own phone, as he was suddenly reminded that there were other people in the room.

"Nicole looks like she's doing pretty damn fine all by herself, I doubt she's going to be needing any help," Sarah continued, expounding on her reasoning as she shot to her feet. She had been sitting on a high stool by the kitchen's central island, but now she moved form that marble countertop to open up a cupboard beside the fridge.

While Sarah busied herself loudly grabbing a wineglass, bikini clad butt flexing as she stood on tiptoes to reach the top shelf, Miranda joined her friend in phone-down solidarity. The cute brunette placed hers down more gently, exhaling heavily with a blush in her cheeks like she had just finished a very spicy meal. John tried to catch his crush's eye, but she paid him no mind.

"I think I need some air," she said, fanning herself with one hand as she stumbled towards the back door and the garden. As she went one way, Sarah headed the opposite direction, wineglass in one hand and a bottle in the other as she walked.

"You two can keep looking if you want," the busty redhead called over her shoulder, "but I can't just sit here and watch anymore." The way she was heading lead out into the hallway. The same hallway where the basement door was.

Tom was more than happy to do what she said, taking her seat on the stool and staring at his phone in front of him, but John couldn't just stand there. Now, he wasn't just worried about Nicole. He could sense that either Sarah or Miranda might have been about to do something rash, but he could only chase after one of them.

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