The Call
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Otherwise, enjoy...
The Call
Tara received the call at five to midnight. She was fast asleep when the phone rang. She picked it up and answered groggily, "What?"
"I need to see you now," it was Brad. Great. Midnight booty-call, no doubt. If she hadn't fucked him the last two nights in a row, she would've been willing. But she was tired.
"Look Brad. I'm tired, okay. Can't you wait until tomorrow?" The clock clicked over to midnight.
"I need to show you something."
"I bet you do, but it'll have to wait." She was waking up now. Damn it, Brad, now I'll never get back to sleep. She hung up the phone.
She tried to go to sleep, but it was no use. Brad had gotten her worked up.
She brought her hand down to her nether regions and gasped when she realized she was naked down there. She must have been completely thrashed to go to sleep in the nude. All she was able to remember from the night before was that she had a party with Brad and a few of his friends.
There was a visitor...
Then the call came. She couldn't remember anything after Brad had answered the door.
Her body temperature increased and her hand instinctively reached down to satiate her urges. She gave a slight spasm as her palm rubbed over her clit. It was like a snowball rolling downhill: soon she was rolling through orgasm after orgasm as her hand rubbed over her slit at blurring speeds.
She was groaning at a constant pace. She screamed as another, her third in less than a minute, orgasm hit her hard.
She left her hand on her pussy, cupping it, and crossed her legs. Her body was convulsing from the onslaught of aftershocks. Her bed sheets were soaked with an embarrassing puddle in the center.
She rolled out of bed when the shakes subsided. The weight of her breasts, sized perfectly at a firm C that looked like speed bumps when she lay on her back, shocked her more than the fact that she'd come so powerfully in such a short time. She realized she hadn't played with her tits. That's what really got to go over the top. That and having her clit sucked. However, this time she didn't need either.
She tried to stand, but her legs were still weak and sat back down on the bed. To her surprise, she was getting horny all over again. She needed something else. She needed something inside her.
She called Brad back. He picked up on the first ring. She told him that she needed him and hung up.
While she waited for Brad to arrive, she rolled over and grabbed a six-inch vibrator from her nightstand drawer. She clicked it on and set it to medium speed. She held it against her chest and moaned as a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She nearly came when the vibrating phallus passed over her nipple.
She moved the vibrator down to her belly, riding the pleasure waves that were flowing constantly. As her pleasure mounted, her hands descended.
She reached her clit and came at once. HOLY SHIT!!!! She screamed as she plunged the vibrating prick into her pussy. Yessssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!! Unghhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!
She panted as she felt the orgasm mount. It came from the pit of her stomach, fanned out, encompassing her entire body. If her psychic aura were visible, she'd be glowing.
The doorbell rang.
She looked at the door with an evil grin; the toy she's been yearning for has arrived.
She clicked off the vibrator and set it on the bed.
She answered the door.
Brad didn't get a word in edgewise. Tara's lips made sure of that. Brad met her kiss and tried to keep up. Brad stepped forward, kicked the door shut, and led Lara to the couch without breaking the kiss.
Tara was tearing at his clothes now, ripping buttons and not caring as she did so. She tossed his shirt across the room and reached down, still holding onto the kiss, tongue slipping in and out of Brad's mouth. Her groping hand found his belt and made quick work of it. She unbuttoned his jeans and pressed herself on his hardness.
She smiled then, breaking the kiss, finally allowing Brad to take a breath. She squatted, tracing her soft fingertips across his nipples, down his chest, and over his toned abs. Brad jerked slightly as she reached his hips. She pulled his boxers down to his knees, freeing Brad's engorged seven-inch prick.
She cupped his sack with one hand and gripped the shaft of his dick with the other. She gave it a couple of pumps and then stuffed it in her mouth. She really wanted it in her pussy, but she felt it was necessary to thank her friend for being so understanding and coming over at her time of need.
"Oh, God," Brad stammered. "I'm cumming!" Tara swallowed it all, gulping it down like a good girl. Some cream flowed out the corners of her mouth.
"I want you cock in me right now," Tara said. She sat on the edge of the couch, legs wide. Brad didn't need any more encouragement.
His prick hardened by the third stroke in her pussy, growing to full length in a matter of moments. He thought back to last night and was hoping the visitor hadn't done anything to her, but it didn't look like that was the case. If he wasn't careful, she was going to find out before he was prepared.
She was moaning and meeting his thrusts. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck your bitch. Fuck me harrrrd," she said cumming for the fifth time tonight. She started to mewl like a cat and Brad pulled out.
"Wait, no, I need it. Give it to me. Don't stop." Her hand replaced his prick and started to rub over her mound. The changes came then.
Her hand sprouted fur, brown and white and spread up her arm to her shoulder. She was so caught up in the moment she didn't seem to notice. When the fur reached her shoulder, it fanned out to all points of her body. She shrieked. A long slender tail was snaking its way from her ass. She watched in horror, hand unable to quite rubbing herself, eyes wide as the changes reached her face. Her nose turned pink and her mouth pushed out. Her mouth grew wider and her teeth sharpened. Her ears rose to the peak of her head and pointed. Her chest began to expand, and three more sets of tits pushed out below her natural ones.
In less than a minute, she was a cat-woman. "Wh- what happened to me?" She said at the end of the transformation.
"You became the object of my desire," Brad said. However, he was not Brad anymore, but a wolf of black and grey fur. His red prick stood at attention at nearly a foot long and six inches thick. He placed his wolf cock in her feline pussy slowly until the head was in, and then pushed the rest of it with a thrust.
AHHHHHHHH!!! She screamed. Tara was terrified, horrified, and confused all at once. Yet, on top of all that, she was so damn horny. She started meeting his thrusts. "Yes. Yes. Give me that wolf cock. I need your wolf seed. Make me cuummmmmmm!" She came and came hard.
Brad kept pumping, feeling his knot grow and press against her slit. Little by little, the knot eased its way in.
The knot slipped in with an audible plop.
Tara screamed in ecstasy.
Brad stopped thrusting. He convulsed as he filled her reservoir.
"Yess! Yessss! Fill me up!" The flow was like a fire hose, and felt warm. She came again, the contraction squeezing Brad's red-hot poker and forcing his seed to ooze from her labia.
Brad tried to pull out, but found he couldn't. The knot was still too big. He looked down at the spoogy feline beneath him and smiled. "Happy birthday, honey. I wanted to give you a gift no other man has given to woman. I hope you approve."
"I'm not complaining. As long as I get your hard dog dick whenever I want."
"But of course."
Tara found rest with Brad by her side. He fell asleep inside her and wished morning would never come.