Hidden spot in the forest. Autumn leaves crunch underfoot. Adrenaline pumps. I’m Manon, 19, daytime good girl—volleyball ace, parents’ pride. But inside? A wild beast claws free. Door left open. Dad late. I know Laurent’s coming at 2 sharp for tools. Perfect trap. Upstairs, in my room, thighs spread wide on the bed. Fingers plunge deep into my slick pussy. Moans echo loud. Planned it. Hear him enter downstairs. No one around. My cries pull him up. Door ajar. I see his eye peek. Boom—orgasm hits hard. Body arches. He freezes, bulge growing. Mask drops. Innocent girl? Gone. Power surges. I own this moment.
He bursts in. I fake shock, hands over my dripping sex. Plays the gentleman. Lies about not seeing. I push: ‘Tell me everything.’ He admits it—saw me cum, got hard. Shame floods my face, but it’s acting. He sits close. Praises my body. Dream curves, firm tits, wet bush. Touches my chin. Kisses me quick. My hand strokes his cheek. His eyes dip to my pussy. Tension crackles. His palm slides up my thigh, grazes my clit. I tremble. He pulls back, goes downstairs. I finger myself again. Silent cum. Secret victory.
The Mutation
Dad arrives late. Beers flow. He rushes off. I whine about library. Laurent offers ride. Jackpot. Hug him. Away from Dad, his hand cups my crotch through skirt. Whispers: ‘No panties.’ Heart races. I obey. Change quick. Bare pussy under fabric. Car hums through woods. Colors blaze. I confess virginity. Crave experience, silence. Pick him—older, discreet. Admit fantasizing him while masturbating. He touched me twice. Loved it. Porns bore me. Want real fire. He tests: hand up skirt. Fingers find soaked curls. No panties. I grind. He pinches clit. Nearly crash. Pulls over.
Forest hideout. Bushes shield us. Kiss crashes in. Tongue invades. Hand gropes my tit—nipple hardens. I drop first. Kneel. Yank shorts. Cock springs free—huge, throbbing. First real one. Kiss tip. Suck deep. He guides, fucks my mouth gentle then hard. Groans. Cums thick ropes down throat. I cough, taste, lick clean. Power rush—I control him. Strip me. Stand tall. Fingers tease tits, clit. I buck, cum hard on his hand. Then he eats me. Tongue laps folds, flicks pearl. I scream, thighs clamp his head. Explode again.
The Exploit
Ready for wolf. He positions. I guide cockhead to slit. Slow push. Stretch burns sweet. Fills me full. Slow grind builds. Then brutal. Legs over shoulders. Pinned. He pounds merciless. Hand over mouth muffles cries. I claw, beg: ‘Harder! Fuck me!’ Waves build. He growls, floods me hot. I shatter—blackout bliss. First real fuck. Mine.
Afterglow on leaves. Finger my cum-filled pussy. Admit the trap. Knew he’d come. Baited him perfectly. He laughs, forgives. Secret bonds us. Dress. Library next. Back to good girl. Smile sweet. But inside? Stronger. Unbreakable. Wolf seen. Hunger awakened. More missions await.