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This was so fucking weird. I thought being a junior going to a new high school would be cool. Instead I got this dude who freaked me out by walking by and sniffing me. On the first day of school—gross! He walked like he was high, and then as he went past me he sniffed the air like an animal. Please, if this is an example of the boys at this school, make this a dream and wake me up right now.
I didn’t hate my dad for moving us here to Shithole, Kansas. Okay, maybe a little. I grew up in Massachusetts in a medium sized city, and I loved it there. Now I’ve left all my friends behind and attend a high school where the kids were either farmers, goth, or look stoned (or a few who seemed to be all three combined). Welcome! I didn’t know a soul, so the first day was about warily scoping out the scene while attempting to remain anonymous. I didn’t stand a chance when every freakin’ teacher (most of them old enough to be farting dust) had to point me out as “Lacy, the new girl.” Thankfully a friendly girl named Amy was in my homeroom and we seemed to gravitate toward each other.
“Your survival skills look adequate to like make it in this town,” Amy said to me as we walked to our only shared class.
“Yesterday I didn’t think I’d need survival skills, but thanks for the endorsement.”
She laughed a little, and said, “You’re cool, for an Easterner.”
I laughed; I’d made a new friend. At the back of the bus after school, she asked me about a party that some juniors and seniors were having that coming weekend.
“A party so close to the beginning of school? What’s the excuse?” I asked.
“Who needs an excuse to party?” She answered, laughing. “Jed like always has these parties at this cabin his parents own, every time there’s a full moon. Moon’ll be full on Saturday, you know.”
“Full moon, huh—sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll crazy, I bet.”
“I can’t swear on the sex. Jed’s a senior and this will be my first, but I’ve heard about music and beer. Probably weed too…who knows?”
“I take it you’re invited. What about me?”
“Oh, you’re invited. Jed’s like already sniffed you out and found you worthy.”
“Sniffed me out? Is Jed the creep who made the show of smelling me this morning?”
“Must be him. About five-foot-nine with long, black, curly hair…always looks like he’s stoned even when he’s not?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Like, now I’m not so sure about going.”
“C’mon, he’s a little wild but he’s okay.”
“I’ll be the party-pooper, you know, maybe one beer but no sex and no drugs,” I said adamantly.
“Hey, I don’t drop my panties for just anyone either. It’ll be fun though…I’m going.”
“I think my folks will let me. I’ll go too,” I declared, and that was the beginning.
Amy’s friend Josh picked us up and drove us to the party. Amy explained that Josh wasn’t her boyfriend but they did hang out together. He seemed to be a cool guy. My parents were surprisingly okay with me going. I guess they figured it was a good way to meet new kids and that I couldn’t get into trouble in such a small, hick town. Little did they know…
The party was definitely Gothville; more black here than in a witches’ coven, I imagined. Amy and I weren’t doing the goth thing. It didn’t bother me at all—I wasn’t into “fitting in,” like my mom’s always talking about. Josh introduced us to those he knew, and then we mingled. The smell of weed was pungent throughout the house. Amy had called it a cabin but it was larger than that. Basically it was a summer cottage; the kind I used to see on a New England lake, not isolated on the Kansas prairie like this. We grabbed beers from an iced tub. Music was throbbing from unseen speakers and a few couples were making out in various dark corners. Not bad for a party, so far.
“You’re Lacy, the new girl,” asked a female voice from behind me. I turned to face the only blonde in the room.
“That is what the dumb-fart teachers have been saying since I got here,” I said. “And you are—?”
“Sam, short for Samantha, and don’t you dare make any Bewitched jokes, especially in this crowd.”
“I promise. You here with anyone?” I asked, after finding out that Amy knew her.
“Yeah, my boyfriend Sam. He’s around here someplace.”
“No shit! Your boyfriend’s name is Sam, too? I would have dumped him just because of his name, no matter how good he looked,” I joked.
She laughed. “Naw, he’s a keeper, unless Jed wants me, then—“
“Jed? The sniffer?”
Sam looked at me funny. “Jed’s the coolest dude there is. I’d do anything for him. Anything,” she said, and I could see she meant it literally. That was scary. She paused, like she was debating whether to say something or not, eventually saying, “Jed thinks you’re cool too, Lacy. I heard him talking to Doug about how happy he was you were coming tonight.”
“How can he say that? He doesn’t even know me.”
“He does. He has a way of sensing things like that, especially, like, now.”
She said it with a straight face so I knew she wasn’t kidding, like maybe Jed’s ‘sensing’ was through his nose (?) or whatever, and what the hell is this fascination with the time of the month?
Amy went off to find Josh (who wasn’t her boyfriend—ha-ha) and Samantha went off looking for Sam or Jed or whoever, leaving me to mingle on my own. I spoke with a few of the people who I’d met in school. One of the guys was already drunk, or stoned maybe, and hit on me rather pathetically. I brushed him off. Another, real hairy dude grabbed my ass as I walked by and I whacked his arm away. He looked like it was the most natural thing to do—him grab a stranger’s ass, and me violently smacking his arm. Maybe it was the full moon. During my ‘mingling’ I noticed a few couples spending more time looking out a window than making out. I also noticed a couple or two go out back, which seemed strange since it wasn’t that warm outside. I had to check this out—what could be outside? I grabbed another beer and stepped out onto what turned out to be the back porch. A couple I didn’t recognize looked to be kissing and groping on the porch steps, but all the while they were also making sounds I could only describe as whimpering. It didn’t sound like anytime I made out with a guy, that’s for sure. She sounded like a whining puppy. Fuckin’ strange.
I stepped around them and they didn’t react at all. As I did I looked closer. I still didn’t recognize the two but it did seem eerie the noises they were making and how hairy (furry?) he looked. The moonlight must be tricking my eyes. I saw two distinct shapes at two different locations in the back yard. I don’t know what possessed me to explore further, but I did. I walked toward one of the shapes, which turned out to be another couple. They were naked and fucking. Wildly.
Again, I don’t know what was keeping me there, watching. I wasn’t a voyeur. I didn’t like watching porn. But here I was, staring at two teenagers fucking under the glowing moon. They were doing it doggie-style, her legs splayed, her back arched, her ass held high. The girl’s blond hair was tossed wild, but wild was a word more appropriate to the guy. He was thrusting in and out of her like a maniac, like an animal. I wasn’t a virgin, so seeing some fucking going on like that wasn’t the surprise, it was the impression I had about how they were doing it. He wasn’t on his knees, upright, while thrusting. He was hunched over, truly mounting her, though not grabbing her tits or anything like I’d believe a guy would do if in that position. They looked like two dogs going at it. I finally realized they were Sam and Sam. Again, the moonlight played tricks on me; he had a black aura about him that contrasted her golden one, the color of her hair. For a moment it looked like her blond hair was everywhere, not simply flying about her head. I only had two beers, for God’s sake. What was going on?
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screeched like a banshee, her back arched even further as she climaxed.
It looked like he already came, but when he pulled out he shot a couple more ropes of cum onto her back. Then the strangest thing happened so far—she spun onto her back and scratched him violently, raking her nails across his chest, drawing blood. What was even stranger was that he simply got up off his knees and walked away!
Sam’s eyes were glazed over a bit from the rough sex, but after a few moments she focused on me staring at her and made a feral snarl. I should have run; instead I remained rooted to the spot like some magnet was holding me there.
She pointed to her pussy, with Sam’s cum dribbling out, like she wanted me to go for it. “You want some?” She said, almost a growl.
NOW I ran.
OK, not exactly in a run, but I did leave Samantha alone in the bushes. I was surprised to not see just the one other couple fucking but several now going hot and heavy out here in the back yard. All doggie style too.
“Hi Lacy,” a voice spoke barely above a whisper at my ear, making me jump. “I’m glad you could come to my party.”
There was Jed, hovering over me. I almost jumped again when I looked closely at him. He appeared hairier now than when I saw him in school. Must be the moonlight: his eyes seemed to glow somehow. Really freaky. I wanted to run from him as well, but couldn’t. Where was Amy? Why was I out here?
He said, “Moon’s enough to make anyone speechless, I think. Have you looked at it?”
“I…er…I did. It’s pretty.”
“Pretty? I mean have you REALLY looked at it? Go ahead, look at it now, enjoy its beauty.” He put a hand under my chin and lifted my head toward the full moon overhead. I looked at it. At first I thought big deal, but as he held my head up I felt a stirring I’d never felt before. He held my chin firm, turned up to the sky, and whispered to me. “You feel it, don’t you? Its pull, its calling; she’s calling you. Listen and you’ll hear it.”
“She?”
“The moon. It speaks to me when it’s her time,” he said, so close to my ear I felt his hot breath.
If I was uncomfortable or nervous, it didn’t keep me from continuing my stare at the full moon. “Time? Time…for what?” I asked.
“Ssssh…her time…she’s full, ready to burst…emit her abundance, her power. I can feel you tremble. She’s pouring out her love to you now as we stand under her. She wants to love you, to take you.”
“Take me? You—” There was a part of me that knew right then—knew that it was he who would take me, not the silly moon. And he was right; I was trembling.
Jed placed a hand at the small of my back and whispered in my ear again, “Yes, she is already taking you, I can feel it. You can feel it too.” He lightly licked my earlobe, and strangely it had the same effect as if he’d licked my clitoris.
Oh yes, I could feel it. I heard my own voice moan. What was happening to me? He didn’t move his hand; it remained at my back slightly below my waist. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the unholy full moon. I heard myself moan again. The chill air made my nipples tingle and grow hard—wait, how could that be? Why were my shirt and bra lying on the ground next to me? Jed ran his tongue tip across the nape of my neck, soliciting more than mere goosebumps. My breasts felt like ripe fruit ready to burst. A few trickles of moisture ran down my bare thighs. Bare thighs? I realized my sneakers, socks, jeans and panties had joined my shirt and bra on the ground, but I had no recollection of taking anything off, and Jed’s hand hadn’t moved! Or had it? I had no answers, yet kept gazing at the moon above.
Jed whispered, “Grrrr, feel her now, feel her penetrate you. She’s taking you, loving you, preparing you for your destiny. Grrrr,” his voice somehow more than a whisper, a growl maybe. “Go ahead, Lacy, grrrr, feel how she’s preparing you.”
I put my hand down to my crotch and felt the hot swelling, the wetness. “Yes, I feel it,” I croaked, though completely baffled by the coarse stubble of pubic hair I felt, though I had shaved myself smooth that very morning.
His hand finally moved; but not down to my ass as expected, instead he moved it up my back to caress my neck in the same way his tongue had a few minutes ago. He loosely entwined his fingers in my hair, finally pulling my eyes from the moon to him. His facial stubble couldn’t be one day’s growth, but it was. He was naked too, and his erection was marvelous to behold, pointing upward to his goddess, his moon. I was beyond wondering how I got naked, so I didn’t even ponder for a second how he did. A mini-wave of orgasm swept through my groin. I thought he would now kiss me, but instead he turned my head once again up to the full moon and proceeded to lightly bite my earlobe.
The moon. She told me what to do. I got down on my hands and knees on the grass. I was already cooing at her, as if she was fucking me, even while a thick cock entered my wet and hungry pussy from behind. This was humping, not sex. He was over my back and fucking me hard. My head was back and I began wailing to my new mistress—the moon—long before I reached climax.
Jed growled and then howled as he sent his seed deep within me. I felt every pump of his manhood. My scream morphed into a howl as well. I never experienced an orgasm like that before.
Well after we both came, we remained tangled. He was priapic, continuing to thrust in and out of me in short staccato bursts as if on autopilot. I suddenly realized that others were near, coupling all around us in an insane teenaged orgy. More howls—more orgasms. I wondered if my new friend Amy was taking part. I heard Samantha’s voice close by, asking to be fucked hard in between her own screeches and howls. Jed’s thrusts had slowed so I thought he was done, that was until his still erect cock went from my cunt to my asshole and he began fucking me there.
“Noooooooo!” I cried as he invaded my sphincter. I swung my head up in protest, but upon seeing the glow of the moon it was my ass that got moving, swinging backwards, urging him deeper.
I never screamed so loudly as I embraced the orgasm convulsing around my once-virgin rectum. I reflexively reached a hand down to my pussy to find my clit was pencil-stiff and sticking out almost a half-inch! Just touching it brought another tremendous wave of ecstatic cumming, and I nearly fainted.
Warm, scratchy bodies rubbed against me as the copulating subset of the party rolled around in the grass. Teeth lightly nipped at my clit, and I found myself begging for more. Another cock entered me from behind and fucked me even faster and harder than Jed had. I couldn’t tell who, I simply howled more as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss engulfed me. When the mystery cock was done with me, I jumped up and impaled myself on the nearest stiff one I found. I rode that one like the animal I’d become. After a long time of more of the same, I fell to the grass with another glance up toward the night sky and my new moon-mistress.
“Aaaaaaaaaaawooooooooooooo,” screamed a female voice near to me. I looked over to see Sam getting what she wanted—Jed’s amazingly still-hard cock.
I wondered if the moon really was the cause of everyone’s supercharged libido. I wasn’t like this. What did Amy say? —“ I don’t drop my panties for just anyone…”—well, neither did I. I knew how horny I’d been since I came outside, and these guys! —their cocks as wondrously stiff as the fast-growing hair on their bodies. Maybe some Viagra pills were passed around earlier and it had nothing to do with the full moon at all. Or maybe not. Was there such a thing as Rogaine pills?
I watched as Jed pulled out of Sam’s pussy and sprayed a prodigious amount of cum all over her ass and back, his head back and howling unabashedly at the sky. Even with Jed’s wet cum covering her, another guy jumped on her back and started humping her. He came in a matter of seconds, and then another dude with a raging hard-on and the full moon reflected in his eyes replaced him.
The need in me wasn’t yet fulfilled. I gazed up at the moon, growled, and met Jed in mid-stride as he was coming toward me with lust in his eyes and a cock that refused to wilt. Like the animals we’d become, we wrestled in the grass before he mounted me and banged me hard.
Between spits and growls, he said, “My queen…aaaawoooooo…I’ve found you,” like some kind of insane poetic verse.
We climaxed together, and we howled together.
I had no recollection of what happened next. My next memory was that I was in the house, haphazardly dressed, and resting in Jed’s lap on the sofa. I heard myself making noises, almost like a purr. Though dressed, I felt sticky in several places—so much drying cum. And my anus was sore. But I was contented somehow.
Samantha walked up to us suddenly and began yelling, “Jed, you bastard! I thought I was going to be chosen, not some new girl!”
Jed smiled angelically and said, “Now, now, Sam…I never said you were the one. I said I was looking for her still, though you were special, for sure.”
I saw hatred in her eyes, but the soft yellow down of blonde body hair had receded since she came inside. I glanced at my arm and saw my darker fur was gone too. Sam stormed off. Jed kept stroking me like I was his pet, and maybe I was. I looked around the room at the remaining party crowd lounging around the cabin, and saw everyone had returned to normal. But did I know what ‘normal’ was anymore? I noticed that Amy was gone.
I looked up at Jed and asked, “What did she mean by ‘chosen’?”
“Lacy, my dear, chosen by the Goddess. She chooses the special one, not me. I listen to her.” His gaze shifted to the window, ablaze with moonlight.
The special one!
Jed took me home.
The following Monday in school, Amy was friendly but slightly distant. Jed acknowledged me in the hallway with a “Hi” and grin but nothing more. Sam and Sam barely acknowledged me at all. The day went ok yet I was still bummed from the reaction. When I awoke that morning a little of the unbelievably horny vibe of the party still clung to me and I masturbated like crazy and almost screamed, which would have brought my parents to my room in a panic. Some of that residual heat was still with me as I sleepwalked through all my classes.
The following school day ended differently, with Jed surprising me at an empty classroom door. He pulled me by the arm into the room and sniffed me like he had that first day.
Pointing to a calendar pinned to a bulletin board, he said, “Grrr, see there? That’s the day of the next party. She’ll be waiting for us. We’ll make the Goddess proud.”
Looking into his eyes was enough. I wet my panties, my pussy exploding with love juice. I couldn’t help myself as I made a tiny bark in response. He leaned down to kiss me but instead licked my lips. That was us now—animals awaiting nature’s cycle.
The next few weeks went by in a blur. I didn’t do too badly in school though not as well as I had back east. As the day of the full moon party approached I grew hornier until I was ready to explode. I walked around with a perpetually wet pussy, so much so that I began wearing a menstrual pad instead of the usual tampon, even if my period had already passed. When I got to the cabin, the party—and the moonlit orgy outside—had already begun in earnest. Without a moment’s hesitation, or foreplay, Jed and I ran into the back yard, stripped and fucked. With growling and howling all around us, we remained in a world all our own, with our inspiration shining moonbeams down to us as we copulated wildly in the tall grass.
“Lacy! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwooooooooooooooo!” Jed bayed as he squirted into me.
I could say I was cumming too, but in reality my orgasm began as soon as I was under moonlight.
Now that Jed was done, he lifted me into his arms and walked me to the center of the yard. He growled once and invited the entire naked assemblage to “worship” me. Worship meant sex, since in seconds a male cock or a female tongue filled every orifice. I looked up from the ground and caught sight of the full moon. My howl of ecstasy and surrender was the loudest of the night.
After a while, Jed ‘worshipped’ me once again. His cock filled me as he humped me from behind—the preferred position for the lycanthropes I guessed we were close to becoming. Body hair sprouted from me everywhere, with my pubic hair (which I didn’t have that morning) itchy and matted with copious amounts of dried semen. Soon an observer wouldn’t be able to differentiate among the bodies writhing on the moonlit grass. As with the last party, I had no idea who was fucking me. I howled at each wave of orgasm and kept taking each cock, one by one.
The party was over before my fuzzy brain realized it. I wanted more and there were no more cocks to take. Jed came to me and held me before carrying me to the back porch. We lay there side-by-side and luxuriated as the full moon’s light bathed our hairy, naked forms.
“You’re the special one we’ve been waiting for, grrrrrrrr.”
“Grrrr, we?”
“Yes, grrrr, me and her,” he said, pointing up at the moon.
“Why am I special?”
“I don’t know exactly, I just know,” he said before a louder, more guttural growl escaped his lips. “I need you more!”
He didn’t have to ask. I got onto my hands and knees and he entered me from behind. I had no idea how many times someone had fucked me tonight and I didn’t really care. He pounded into me as rapidly as he had the first time, never wilting, never waning. I felt his ejaculation spasms long before he howled. Never mind that he’d cum, he was still hard and still thrusting. I came, howling too. Instead of relaxing, we wrestled while rolling on the porch floor. I began rubbing my furry and aching breasts against his stiff-again cock, and he started squirting cum all over me. No man can cum like Jed had. I pulled away and rubbed his semen like balm over my body. My nipples ached so much; I looked up at the moon as I pinched them raw.
No one remained in the yard, though I didn’t know if anyone remained in the house. The whole world was Jed, the moon and me.
I growled at him. “Grrr, I need you again!”
He got it up easily once more and just like that he was in my ass. I reached down and toyed with my erect clit as he fucked me good. I wasn’t an anal virgin anymore, so I welcomed the feeling of my stretched sphincter. My orgasm preceded his; I was convulsing already when I felt his cock spasm as he unloaded several squirts deep in my rectum.
Jed picked me up effortlessly and lifted me high above his head. I was his offering to his goddess.
“Thank you for delivering to me the special one. I will cherish her as you do…forever.”
What does forever really mean? I lovingly gazed at the full moon above as warmth spread throughout my body, much like an orgasm. And maybe that’s what it was. I knew Jed would soon take me home. I knew this rich, dark, luxurious fur all over me would dissipate after we went inside. School for the next month would be as it usually was. When the moon was full again we would come here and worship her, and each other. I knew that next month I would bring Amy here and introduce her to the moon. I could hear her howls in my imagination.
“Grrrrrrrrr,” I growled, as I thought about my new life. I would never be the same again now that I’d discovered the power of the full moon.
“Growl!”
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