Please go here for all future updates about erotica by Kali Lowe!
Young werewolf Jamie has found herself in trouble again — drafted into a lesbian pack led by a woman named Kara, who has a very persuasive tongue!
When the leader of her new pack wants to take over territory from her friend Aaron’s pack, Jamie has to decide where her loyalty truly lies.
When Aaron comes looking for her, will Jamie give up the secret to dominating Kara, the lesbian alpha?
Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, lesbian sex, oral sex, werewolf sex, dirty talk, domination, rough sex, and an alpha male giving the leader of the pack what she truly wants!
Length: 5000 words.
She stepped forward, took hold of Jamie’s upper arms, and pressed her mouth against Jamie’s firmly. Jamie stiffened in surprise. She wasn’t really into girls, but the other woman’s scent was suddenly filling her head, an intoxicating musk that turned her thoughts to mush. It was some kind of pheromone thing, she knew, but knowing what it was didn’t lessen the effect.
Kara pulled Jamie close, pressing their naked breasts together, and thrust her tongue into her mouth. Jamie let out an involuntary sound of pleasure and felt her nipples stiffen against the other woman’s breasts. Transformation always made her horny, probably because she spent the entire night under the sway of animal instincts, and whatever Kara was doing to her was making it much worse. She could feel an insistent tingling between her legs, and she knew she had to be getting wet.
Kara broke the kiss slowly, tugging on Jamie’s lower lip for a moment before letting it go, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. She cupped her hands underneath Jamie’s breasts and lifted them up as she massaged the smooth skin with her thumbs. Jamie moaned softly as she felt Kara’s firm touch against her hard, sensitive nipples.
Kara began to sink down slowly, dragging her fingernails downward along Jamie’s flanks as she lowered herself gradually. Her tongue flicked teasingly over Jamie’s skin, leaving glistening trails of saliva over her breasts and down along her stomach. Finally, she sank down onto her knees, at eye level with the soft folds between Jamie’s thighs. She reached forward, took hold of Jamie’s thighs, and forced them apart with surprising strength. Jamie let out a breath and adjusted her stance to keep her balance as she allowed the other woman to open her legs.
Jamie felt Kara’s warm, moist breath against her lower lips, and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as a wave of pleasure moved through her.
She led him out to the middle of the floor and they began to dance, moving to the beat. She grinned at him, feeling ready to give him a show. She raised her arms over her head as she undulated her body to the rhythm, putting an arch into her back. Ben moved with her as he returned her smile, and he visibly relaxed. She noticed his eyes roving across her body, taking in the sight of her tight minidress stretching over her firm breasts and hugging the curves of her hips and ass. He was quite shamelessly checking her out, but she just grinned wider, deciding to take it as a compliment.
He seemed to take her smile as encouragement. He finally dared to reach out and put his hands on her body, gripping her waist lightly as he danced a bit closer to her. She lowered her hands to rest them on his shoulders and rolled her hips from side to side, letting him feel her muscles working under her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. He stared down along the length of her body, watching her move. She barely suppressed a giggle as she watched his eyes lingering on her cleavage, roving over the pale inner curves of her breasts.
He moved a bit closer again, and she could feel the heat of his body. She felt his hands leave her hips, gliding up along her back, his fingertips tracing along her spine through her dress. As his fingers reached the middle of her back, she heard him suck in a breath, and she grinned again, knowing what he had found. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
His hands slid back down toward her lower back, and he pulled her against him. She felt her breasts press into his chest. And, at the same moment, she realized she felt something against her thigh. He was getting hard just from dancing with her. She decided to take that as a compliment, and she met his eyes and smiled.
He smiled back, and his hands wandered lower still. He smoothed the tight fabric of her dress down over the firm cheeks of her ass, then cupped them brazenly. She let out a quiet gasp and rose onto her toes reflexively. The motion made her ass lift into his hands, and he grinned and squeezed her tighter. It appeared that shy, awkward Ben was getting less shy moment by moment.
Delicately, she reached back and removed his hands from her ass, replacing them on her waist. He smiled at her again, not missing a beat. His hands wandered up along her flanks, his thumbs reaching around to press into her back, and she found her body arching faintly. The pose made her breasts thrust out, stretching the fabric of her dress tightly. Belatedly she realized what he was up to, just as his hands closed over her tits, cupping them and squeezing them tightly. She gasped, her back arching further before she could stop herself, pressing her breasts into his palms, letting him feel the growing stiffness of her nipples through the thin fabric. She couldn’t imagine why he thought he’d get away with touching her like this. And yet, she realized, so far she was allowing him.
He was breathing harder, she noticed. As he danced, he was grinding into her, pressing his hard length against her thigh through his jeans. He groped her tits, squeezing them and pushing them up until she was afraid they might pop out of her dress. His thumbs found her nipples through the thin fabric and massaged them in firm circles. His hips rocked against her, and he adjusted himself so that he began to grind between her thighs, pressing the skirt of her dress up between her legs.
It felt good, she had to admit, and she was almost willing to let it go on like that as long as he didn’t try to push things any further. But why did he feel so free to touch her? Something was strange about all of this. She thought back to the guys whispering about her as she had come in. What was going on?
"Um, Ben, excuse me a sec," she said. "I’ll be right back." She gently extricated herself from him and smoothed down her short dress as she walked away. A brief glance down confirmed that her nipples were visibly hard through the thin fabric. Well, that couldn’t be helped. She wandered off the dance floor, her head swiveling as she searched the room for her boyfriend.
She found him chuckling at some joke with Craig. They broke off abruptly as they noticed her approach. Adam saw something in her eyes and quietly shooed his friend away.
"What’s going on?" Mariah demanded once they were alone. "Why is Ben so… hands-on? What did you tell these guys?"
Adam grinned, and had the decency to look a bit embarrassed. “Well, um… I may have told them that you were… how did I put it? The most sex-crazed girl I’ve ever met.”
She blinked. “So basically they think I’m a slut?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. I just wanted to see what would happen.”
She hadn’t minded playing along with his request to just dance with a guy, but this was going a little too far. She let her anger show on her face. “All right, then. We’ll see what happens. And any time you want to stop it, you just step in and tell your friends the truth.”
She spun and stalked back to where Ben was waiting for her.
The alien’s thick pseudopod extended toward her. Zarah kept herself perfectly still, careful not to give any offense. With efficient motions, the alien began to peel open her pressure suit. She shivered as she felt soft, warm flesh brushing against her newly exposed, naked skin. The sensation was unexpectedly pleasurable. Hesitantly, she began to help the alien in discarding her suit, tugging her arms out of the sleeves and pushing it down over her legs. The alien prodded experimentally at her underpants, then grasped them and pulled them down as well. She felt its soft flesh gliding over her naked pussy, and she bit her lip as she shivered again at the sensation.
This was not quite how she had expected negotiations to go, but the diplomatic team had emphasized that the Amoebids were unpredictable and that it was best to go along with whatever they wanted. So she would do just that. No matter how damned weird it was.
The Amoebid stepped back and appeared to take in her naked body for a moment. Then its form shifted smoothly, taking on new detail and color, even sprouting hair from its head. She looked into its eyes and felt a slight tremor of horror, a feeling of something not quite right. Then the final details shifted into place and the unsettling feeling vanished. She felt, instead, like she was looking into a mirror.
It had taken on her appearance almost exactly. She was pleased to see that she looked quite good naked and in the flesh. She had a pleasingly narrow waist, feminine, curved hips, and perky medium-sized breasts. The alien’s nipples were pink and slightly swollen, stiffening in the open air. Exactly like hers, she determined with a quick glance down at herself. The alien had even replicated the small mole on her left breast and the slightly uneven trim of her dark blonde pubic hair.
"I have long been curious about humans," the alien told her in her own voice. "Is your own form pleasing to you?"
Without warning, the alien pressed up against her. She felt its breasts pushed against hers in a perfect mirror image. Its mouth was on her then, its warm, wet, perfectly human tongue probing at her lips. Instinctively she let her lips part, allowing the tongue into her mouth.
She had never kissed a girl before. Or an alien. She wasn’t even sure what she was doing now. Masturbation, perhaps? Just go along with it, she told herself. Do what the Amoebid wants.
She closed her eyes, embracing the copy of her own naked body.
The bulb spewed a pink cloud into her face. She coughed, overwhelmed by the alien not-quite-cinnamon smell. Her suit’s toxin alert beeped insistently and her heart almost stopped. The alert turned itself off almost immediately, but she still stumbled away from the plant as quickly as she could and began pulling in deep lungfuls of hopefully clean air.
A wave of dizziness passed over her. For a moment she was afraid she was going to pass out, and there was no telling what was going to happen to her at that point. She stood very still, and after a moment she felt steady on her feet.
But something was still not right. She felt a peculiar tingling. Her skin felt hot. Her mind felt clouded. Impulsive thoughts kept racing through her head and then vanishing before she could grab them. What is wrong with me? she thought with a shiver of panic.
She glanced down at herself and realized that her hand was cupping her breast. She snatched it away. She couldn’t remember why she had done that. And why did she suddenly feel so hot? She glanced at the temperature indicator on her wrist. No significant change.
Then what was going on? She found her fingers on the seal that ran down the front of her suit. Without conscious decision, her fingers pressed down and then slid smoothly along the seal. She stared, mesmerized, watching the thin rubber-like material parting at her touch, exposing her pale skin. She watched the smooth skin between her breasts come into view, then her flat, faintly muscled stomach, then her belly button, then her regulation gray underpants.
She felt a cool breeze finding its way into her suit, caressing her naked, sweaty skin. She shivered with pleasure. She brought her hand back up and slid it into her suit, pushing the material aside. Her hand slid over her naked breast and she cupped it, letting it nestle into her palm. She felt her nipple growing, pressing into her palm, and she bit her lower lip as she kneaded her breast softly.
She felt a brief moment of clarity and looked up, startled. This wasn’t right. There was something wrong about this planet. But then those thoughts vanished in a wave of tingling arousal.
She shrugged out of the top half of her suit and let it hang at her waist. She looked down at herself as her hands caressed, cupping her bare breasts, lifting them, rubbing her thumbs over her stiff nipples. She moaned softly and she found herself leaning back. Her bare back found the trunk of one of those strangely squat trees and she let her weight rest against it, feeling the warm waxy coating of the bark against her bare skin. It felt incredible. Everything seemed to feel incredible.
Without the slightest hesitation, she slid her other hand down along her body and pushed it into her panties.
In Tessa’s Older Neighbor, a college girl reunites with an older crush as an adult for the first time.
In Julie’s Older Visitor, Julie puts on a show for an older houseguest.
And in Tori and the Older Stranger, Tori catches the attention of an older admirer on the beach.
"You’re a pretty girl, Tori," he murmured. "You have anyone here looking after you?"
She shook her head. “I’m an adult. I can look after myself.”
"I guess you can." She heard more lotion squirting into his hand, then his palms glided along her flanks, smearing the thick liquid. The sides of her breasts were not covered by her bikini, and she felt his fingertips lightly brushing against her soft skin there.
When she didn’t comment, he grew bolder. She felt another squirt of lotion at the small of her back, then he slid his hands down quickly and smoothly, rubbing it into the backs of her thighs. He spent a moment doing that, then returned to what was likely his real objective. His fingers worked over her mostly bare ass, stroking her firm flesh, rubbing the slippery lotion into her pale skin.
"Now my front," she declared after a moment, and she rolled over.
He smiled down at her. “Anything you want.”
He started with her stomach, delivering another squirt of lotion there and then smearing it around. His hands worked over the front of her thighs, then slid around so that his fingers could firmly knead her soft, sensitive inner thighs. He moved his fingertips in slow, firm circles there for several moments, occasionally daring to let his touch brush up against the edge of her bikini bottoms.
Another squirt, this time on her chest. She glanced down at herself, looking at the creamy white lotion lying across her upper chest, with few stray drops between her breasts. She glanced up at Michael with a knowing grin, and he gave a small disbelieving shake of his head. But then he worked the lotion in, his fingertips moving smoothly around the mounds of her breasts, just barely able to feel her soft curves before being stopped by the edge of her top. She arched her back subtly, making her tits thrust out and stretch her bikini. His fingers paused for a moment, then resumed, and he dared to slide his fingertips just slightly under the edge of her top. She shivered faintly. Her nipples were beginning to grow hard.
She tilted her head up, looking Michael over. Her nipples weren’t all that was growing. She could see a thick bulge in his swim trunks. It looked big.
She made a decision.
"You know," she began in a soft whisper, "I could do something for you too."
In bed, she tried to fall asleep but ended up just shifting restlessly. She was horny. The way her dad’s friend had been looking at her all day… she supposed she should feel more offended, but for some reason it made her feel sexy. He wasn’t one of the stupid boys she’d grown up with. He was a man. And he found her attractive.
Maybe he even wanted her.
She shivered and rolled onto her back. She slid a hand up along her body and cupped her breast through her t-shirt. She squeezed it, felt her nipple swell, and pressed her thumb into that perky nub. So she was horny. She could take care of horny.
She glanced at her door to make sure it was closed, and was surprised to find it wasn’t. It was open just a crack, showing the pitch darkness of the hallway beyond. She smiled to herself, imagining Ted out there, spying on her touching herself in her bed.
That’s kind of a fun fantasy, she thought. She pushed her sheets down, imagining Ted seeing her once again in just her tight t-shirt and panties. She closed her eyes and let her body arch faintly as she cupped her breast again and squeezed it firmly. The thought of him watching her was making her very wet.
She slid her other hand down slowly, her fingertips brushing the threadbare material of her t-shirt. When she reached the bottom edge of it, she tugged it up a little, exposing her lower belly. Then she pressed her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid her hand inside.
Her fingertips traced slowly over her bare pussy lips. She let out a quiet breath as she massaged her soft folds, feeling her warm skin. Then she delicately parted the lips, and slid her middle fingertip up along her slit, feeling her slick juices accumulate on her skin.
Then she removed her hand from her panties, teasing herself. She paused, wondering if she should be more careful, maybe shut that door just in case… but no, of course Ted wasn’t really out there. She grinned to herself. But if he was, he was about to get a show.
He showed her what to do, and soon she was on her hands and knees next to him, poking holes in the soil with her finger and dropping the seeds in, placing them in neat rows. She went ahead of him, crawling through the garden, her shorts tight over her ass.
She glanced back and saw him staring right at her backside. She looked away again quickly, before he could realize he’d been caught. That naughty thrill tingled through her again as she realized that he really couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. That her young body had such power over him was incredibly exciting.
She turned toward him and knelt down in the soil. Her thighs were opened wide, the denim of her shorts pulling tight between her mostly bare legs. She smiled at him, then leaned down, giving him a view down her tank top as she pressed holes into the soil. He had stopped working and just stared at her helplessly.
The way he just openly watched her was making her wet, she realized. She knew she ought to stop, but she wanted more.
She squinted up at the hot sun, then, with exaggerated casualness, she grasped the bottom edge of her tank top and pulled up. She let her body arch, her tits thrusting out in her bikini as she pulled the top off and threw it into the grass. She glanced down at herself, seeing that her bikini was somewhat askew, with one of her nipples threatening to peek out. She ran a finger down the strap on that side, lifting it, pulling her breast up slightly, then she tugged slightly on the side of the cup until she nestled into it properly. She saw that she’d left a black smudge of soil on the smooth, pale inner curve of her breast, so she spent a moment determinedly brushing it off, making her firm flesh jiggle faintly.
She glanced up. He was still staring intently at her. She grinned and turned away, getting onto her hands and knees to plant more seeds.
She didn’t hear him move. She just felt his hands on her shoulders suddenly, and she let out an involuntary gasp. His weight leaned into her, and he bore her down to the bed of soil.
James’s grip shifted down to her hips, and he pressed her up against Andrew. She could feel her breasts pushing into his chest. Her thighs were forced open around his hips, and her cheeks began to glow redder as she became aware of his cock stiffening against her, growing thicker and harder against the soft folds of her pussy. Jenna squirmed, her body tingling with undeniable pleasure at the sensation of Andrew growing hard against her.