"C'mon lets go again lover boy," Joanne said pushing me to the bed with a hungry expression on her face.
It had been three days and the stuff still hadn't worn off, I didn't think it ever would. Joanne had a sex drive now. For three days she had been wearing me ragged, and I had heard her moaning from pleasuring herself too. From nothing to never enough. It was great. But her new found horniness didn't tell the half of it...
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(Three Days Earlier)
I let the drop of the stuff the old man had given me dissolve in Joanne's water. Porkchops and macaroni, an utterly usual dinner for us. Not suprisingly Joanne was reading at the table. If I didn't put food right under her I doubted she would ever notice. Apparently whatever she was reading required too much attention for her to pay any more mind than to take a few sips out of her glass of water. I hoped it was enough.
I sat and ate my dinner quietly. I would make my move after dinner, figuring that would be enough time to let whatever the aphrodisiac was do it's work. I contemplated how to make my move, its not like I thought it would work like those cheap pornos where the girl rips off her clothes and screams for sex. I was suprised when I saw Joanne put down her book and look at the plate. She was staring at the pork chop, I thought I saw her sniff it. No she must have just clearedher nose, Joanne did have allergies afterall. She went at the pork chop though with quick and suprising intensity. I was half-way through but she quickly caught up.
"Somebody has discovered they have a stomach like the rest of us mortals huh?" I said chuckling.
"It just seemed so good all of a sudden," Joanne said, sounding almost confused, she was done and got up.
I noticed that she hadn't eaten any of the pasta, but it slipped out of my mind as I watched her. Joanne put her plate in the sink and had her arms in front of her. Suddenly she moaned, loudly. I stood up an eager smile on my face. Damn that stuff worked faster and better than I thought. I walked over in front of Joanne and had to be a little shocked. One hand was reaching up the baggy sweatshirt she wore, the other down the pajamas pants she was wearing. She was masturbating right in front of me. Not that I minded at all but I knew she never touched herself. Moaning loudly now Joanne ignored me completely, rocking on her hips heedless to whoever watched.
With a sound almost like a growl Joanne let up pulling her hands out. She tugged at her sweatshirt, irritated with it. Almost like she'd forgotten how for a moment, Joanne pulled the top off and tossed it aside. I was treated to the sight of her ever-so-perky breasts bobbing in a white bra. They seemed even bigger now, I figured it must be because I didn't see them that often. The hard on in my pants twitched, but I wanted to enjoy the show. No use climaxing before this went all the way. Joanne meanwhile assaulted her pajama pants, but seem to not remember how they came off. She settle for pulling them and a pair of wet and soaked panties down her tighs. I was treated to the sight of dripping pussy, flanked by a bush of lovely dark hair. Then Joanne hand was back as she continued feeling herself up.
She went at it with a hungry, almost violent intensity. Her moans filled our small condo. She leaned back onto the center counter and fingered herself wildly. I noticed distantly some growls intermixed with the moans. My cock begged for freedom and I gave it that, pulling down my jeans and boxers and let it bob free. I was too entranced by the sight before me to think about stroking it though, nevermind I felt I might orgasm just watching the sight of Joanne. She seemed to get sexier by the second, hands rubbing her half naked body, her moans coming closer and closer together. With a scream that sounded more like a howl she orgasmed, I nearly spewed my load joining her. I guess my biology teacher was right though when he said that men couldn't get off without some physical stimulation.
"Joanne," I said to her,
Panting (like a canine) in the afterglow she looked up. I had to gasp, her eyes had once been deep brown but now.... the glowed amber. Those eyes were hungry too, for what was a short list.
"Will, I want you," Joanne said rising the her feet, "I want you so bad. Let's make love right here, right now,"
Her voice was a sexy drawl, and as she spoke she closed the distanced between us. She had me up against our fridge. Had she been this tall before? It didn't matter as I lost myself in desire. Those amber orbs were so enticing, so beautiful. We kiss, fierce and hard. My tongue and hers locked furiously going back and forth. I ran my tongue over her sharp teeth. Wait sharp? It didn't matter as her hand gripped my cock. As she tore off my shirt with her nails, too much like claws now I penetrated. It was tight and warm and everything I had ever dreamed of. I came right there thrusting into her. As warm cum flowed into Joanne she howled in pleasure, but didn't draw away.
She humped my still hard cock, not letting the arousal fade away. It was wonderful beyond words and felt myself rising to orgasm again. I came and Joanne kept right on going. Lost in my esctasy I didn't feel her getting larger and heavier by the moment, muscles swelling. Fine hair sprouted across her increasing large and sexy form. Her breast swelled to twice the size, bra giving way before DD+ flesh that was still as perky as ever. Her pants ripped as she kicked out of them and a bushy tail sprouted from atop her round ass.
Lost in my pleasure I felt was drawn back to my senses when at last Joanne pulled off me. Unable to stand I found myself looking up at the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. The moon, only a quarter full gave a slight silver edge to waves of lucious black fur as dark and beautiful as the night sky. Enourmous breasts stuck out from her chest, no concern for gravity and below the I saw spots in her belly fur of more nipples. I recalled what the old man had said about letting out the animal in Joanne. That animal was a werewolf.
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I looked at Joanne, naked and beautiful as ever. In the past three days I had learned something of my werewolf lover. She didn't change at the moon (though we hadn't had a full one yet) but simply whenever it was dark and she felt like, though the change aroused her and the arousal of sex made her change. Joanne as a human or wolf though packed an enourmous sex drive that only heightened if she went longer without changing. She hated clothes and went around totally naked when she could. Even more of a hottie that she had been, when Joanne was clothed it was to show that off. The change had affected her mind too, she seemed not to really notice she was different now. Joanne was still Joanne though and devoted to her studies, just now she was as like to crawl under the table and give me a blow job as to read. How she had the energy I did not know.
I was tired, but happy. Joanne was horny and needed a lot of sex, but still sensitive to me. I was her mate, her lover, her only one. When we had gone out others had looked at her and while she said she like it, I was hers and she was mine. I was not a werewolf though, despite lovebites and scratches and plenty of fluid contact I was still Will Roberts, human. I hadn't told Joanne about the bottle, but had to wonder. Maybe I should use it to join her? What would the rest do if I used it on Joanne?
After a long and tender love making session (my parts were running low and couldn't take furious session without some recharge) I found myself in a bathrobe looking at the bottle in our small bathroom. This couldn't keep up, Joanne was too much for me. But did I really want to become a wolf man? Maybe I should get dressed and find that guys shop again, maybe he could tone Joanne down or turn her back. Another part of me said screw it and use the bottle.
What should I do?