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Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills	By : TheChemist Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 18746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 31
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia/Teen Derek, Malia/Kira
Codes: MF, FF, Anal, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Dr Deaton, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 2. After coming back from Mexico with Derek Hale, who has been turned back into a teenager, Lydia volunteers to watch him. When he wakes up in a fright, she needs to calm him. Also, Malia and Kira follow through on the chemistry they demonstrated while dancing together in Mexico

It was the middle of the night and Stiles’ shitty Jeep had been driving practically non-stop since they loaded everyone inside back in Mexico. Scott’s pack had gone south of the border looking for the missing Derek Hale, and they had found him…sort of. They found a Derek Hale that was roughly 7 years younger than the one that went missing. Back to looking like a high school freshman, Derek was unconscious and in need of medical care after they found him buried in some temple to a werejaguar cult, which was why they were pulling into the animal clinic.
“Quickly! Get him on the table,” Doctor Deaton directed his young employee.
Scott, who’d been carrying Derek, complied after Deaton cleaned off an exam table in one of the rooms.
“Wow,” was all Deaton could think to say after seeing the much younger looking Derek.
“Wow? Wow as in, ‘I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do,” kind of wow?” Stiles asked hopefully. “'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for.”
“I think you might be overestimating my abilities,” the vet replied with a chagrined shrug.
“He's cold,” Lydia commented after reaching down to hold Derek’s hand. “Really cold.”
“Do you think this is permanent?” Scott asked.
“I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience,” Deaton explained.
“So what do we do with him?” Stiles asked.
“Until he wakes up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here,” the vet told them.
“You mean from Kate?”
“If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate,” Deaton said. After looking at all their faces, the vet added: “Now, you guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again.”
“Someone should stay with you,” Scott replied to his boss.
“I'll stay,” Lydia volunteered after a short pause, looking up at the Alpha. “My grades are fine...despite missing a few classes.”
“Text us if anything happens,” Scott said after no one could think of a reason why not.
“Where’d Kira and Malia end up, anyway,” Stiles mused as he and Scott left the vet clinic.
*   *   *
EARLIER THAT DAY AT A REST STOP BETWEEN MEXICO AND BEACON HILLS
“Let’s go dancing tonight,” Malia Tate said with buzzing excitement.
“What? Really? With me?” Kira Nakamura asked.
“Yes. Of course,” the werecoyote answered.
The Kitsune’s shock was warranted based on the fact that other than the pack Alpha or Stiles, who was more or less Malia’s boyfriend, the new girl didn’t really hangout with anyone else in the pack. Or maybe even like anyone else.
“I mean, Stiles thinks we’ll be back in Beacon Hills just past dinner time and I don’t actually have plans tonight so…”
“Good! We’re going dancing. Like we did in Mexico,” Malia confirmed before starting to walk back to the jeep.
“Should we invite Lydia?” Kira suggested as they neared their return to the others as they fueled up on gas and got food.
“God no. I have no idea what she brings to the pack. In the wild, I’d have eaten her first,” the werecoyote stated as she took her seat.
“Wow. Okay,” Kira replied, not really knowing how to process that information.
*   *   *
Nearly at the exact same time that her two friends were discussing dancing and eating her, Lydia stirred awake in the chair she’d been sleeping in. Deaton was fussing over the still unconscious teenaged Derek Hale, looking like he was performing a check on the boy’s vitals. Based on his worried facial expression, the redhead understood it wasn’t looking good for Derek.
“How's he doing?” Lydia asked.
“His heart rate is alarmingly high,” the vet answered without turning around.
Getting up from her chair and going to the exam table, Lydia reached for his hand and held it again. “He's a lot warmer now.”
Struck by sudden inspiration, Deaton turned excitedly towards the pretty redhead. “Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand if that's okay.”
Lydia watched as Deaton went to a drawer before returning with a scalpel. Looking uncertain, the gorgeous redhead watched as Deaton brought the razor-sharp knife to Derek’s arm, applied pressure then ran it down his forearm. Almost immediately, the wound healed with only a small trickle of blood showing that anything had happened.
“That looks like it healed really fast,” Lydia commented, which drew a nod from the vet. “What does it mean?”
“I'm not sure. But let's try something else. Grab me a five milliliter syringe. Top drawer,” Deaton ordered.
The two headed off in the direction of the drawers against the back wall of the exam room. As Lydia went about getting the syringe, Deaton started sorting through some medicine bottles, looking for a certain drug. Meanwhile behind them, Derek’s hand grew claws and the teenager started to stir. Not only that, but he sat up, finally coming to life. It wasn’t until his feet hit the ground that Deaton and Lydia thought to turn around.
“Derek...Derek, are you all right?” Lydia asked with concern for him. However, seeing his glowing blue eyes, razor-sharp claws and exposed fangs, Lydia’s concern shifted from him to her and Deaton.
“Stay behind me Lydia,” Deaton demanded, stepping between her and the enraged werewolf.
“Oh shit!” Lydia swore as the unconscious body of Deacon collapsed to the ground
“Grrr,” growled a feral Derek Hale in partial wolf form.
Lydia was going to die. She knew what as she retreated back against the brick wall. The only exit to the examination room was on the opposite side of the crazed werewolf, who was slowly but methodically stalking towards her. And despite being a supernatural creature, the only one of her abilities as a Banshee that the redhead was aware of was locating dead bodies. Thus, she was going to be killed by a hormonal teenage boy.
“Wait a second. Derek’s a teenage boy. Or at least this version of Derek is a teen,” the redhead thought, processing that information at lightning speed.
She didn’t know if it would work, but it was her only play. As Derek took another step, narrowing the distance between the two teenagers to less than 6 feet, Lydia grabbed the bottom of her shirt and dragged it up her body. As she reached her chest, she hooked the fingers under her bra as well, thus flashing the high school aged boy her amazing tits. Large, milk-white and not a hint of sag, Lydia Martin truly did have world class breasts!
“Okay, great! I have the werewolf’s attention,” Lydia assessed. “But Deaton’s unconscious so escape is not on the table. And as great as my tits are, they are unlikely to keep him satisfied for long.”
Right on cue with her inner musings, Derek gave a throaty growl, though his pants were tented at the same time. And the sound was different then when he growled before attacking Deaton. Both softer and more…urgent, maybe. Using her wicked smart brain, and her insanely high sex drive, Lydia came up with a plan on the spot. A way she could tire out the teenage boy and save both herself and Deaton.
First, the redhead lifted her shirt and bra completely over her head. Her tits were already exposed so may as well remove those items. Next, Lydia lowered herself to her knees before starting to crawl the short distance to Derek. She figured that not only would she be ending up in a kneeling position in seconds, but getting herself low and avoiding eye contact were all smart things to do with a more aggressive animal.
“Now Derek, I’m going to undo your pants. Okay?” Lydia asked, warning the aggressive werewolf of her actions before following through. When no attack came, she continued. “And now I’m going to take out this…wow!”
Lydia had been with a lot of men. Like, a lot! However, Derek’s cock was up there with the best of them. Despite this being the teenage version of him, likely only a freshman in high school, the Hale boy sported a huge 12-inch dick that was as thick as any manhood she could remember. Hell, it put his uncle’s dick to shame, which was really saying something considering Peter Hale was hung like a Goddamn horse!
“And now, I’m going to suck your dick until you cum in my mouth and pass out from the best orgasm of your life,” Lydia spoke softly, her big green eyes never leaving the huge dick in her face.
Despite him wielding a small club for a dick, Lydia showed no hesitation as she opened her mouth wide, bent towards his groin before inch after inch disappeared into her mouth. Relaxing her throat muscles instantaneously, the Banshee had her nose pressed against the skin of the werewolf's lap and all 12 inches of flesh down her throat.
“Ggwwkkk,” Lydia sputtered after surfacing for air a full 10 seconds later.
Though she’d shown off her A-game right away, when after a minute of deep-throating wielded no gravy down her throat, Lydia started to move through her catalog of techniques. After the deep-throat, Lydia resorted to a less refined technique, which swapped skill for energy, which used her fist almost tight against her lips, using them to bob along half his massive shaft. Once again, she did this for a minute, and when Derek didn’t cum, she went to her next trick. While the last form was energetic, now Lydia was a savage in terms of her sheer oral aggression. It was fast and sloppy, neither a bad thing, as her own saliva hung dangling from many surfaces, including his balls, base of the cock and her own chin. Still no cum, the redhead resorted back to using the experience from each and every one of her hundreds, if not thousands of blowjobs she delivered over the course of her life. She alternated at will between going fast or slow, using only lips or pairing it with her hand. Her lips were made to suck dick so he preferred any time they were touching his sensitive shaft, but her tongue could do things that would milk a normal mortal of his cum with little time. She varied her technique often but made sure to always leave him satisfied before transitioning to a new form of blowjob.
“Mmmm…so…good,” Derek grunted, thoroughly enjoying the oral performance.
“Of course it is. I’m the queen of sucking cock,” Lydia stated in no uncertain terms.
Lydia decided to let her mouth do the talking...in the form of wordless action that is. The curvy redhead looked up and gave him a last sultry smile before taking him back into her mouth. Knowing she had to bring her A-game given how resolute this teenage werewolf was holding out, Lydia felt a surge of excitement she rarely got these days. With his eyes looking down at her, the Banshee didn’t delay further.
Lydia opened her mouth wide and took the first several inches of his penis into her moist warmth. She closed her lips and slowly dragged his cock between them, spreading her saliva all over his shaft. She would take turns with either lips, tongue or hand being the main source of his pleasure, with each option just as talented and pleasing as the last. Hell, even the moans she made would vibrate against his manhood, causing extra pleasure. Then there was the wet sucking sounds, and non-stop eye contact, all equaling up to Lydia living up to her stellar reputation, yet she was only getting started.
“Fuuuccckkk,” Derek groaned, his hands squeezing the edge of the metal exam table that he actually dented it.
After her initial oral assault on his manhood, Lydia tilted his cock skyward to better expose the full-to-bursting sack beneath. Leaning lower and parting her lips, the Banshee moved her mouth to his balls and eagerly began to give them an eager suck, not gentle but not painful at all. Getting to her main draw, Lydia extended her tongue and licked from the werewolf’s nuts to the tip of his cock, flicking her tongue against it before taking him completely throat deep and holding him there.
“I’m seriously impressed he hasn’t nutted in my mouth yet,” Lydia mused to herself, growing excited by this unforeseen challenge.
Lydia held him balls deep in her mouth for 10 seconds, her face going a deep shade of red before pulling back off him. She took a few breaths before going back to attacking his 12-inch prick. Though it was a rare skill, being able to deep throat was far from unheard of, but what made Lydia special was the fact it was regardless of the size that she could choke down. And as if impaling her own mouth on his cock a foot long and wrist thick wasn’t enough, it was the sheer joy that she was garnering from the blowjob that was unique. To find a girl as talented, beautiful and cock hungry as Lydia Martin was a true delight!
From there, Lydia settled into her stride. The busty redhead would take his massive cock into her mouth until his head slid effortlessly into her muscley throat. Lips pressing against his root, Lydia held him deep in her throat, loving the reaction it got from him as she actually drew moans and tightening of his fists in her red locks. After holding him fully in her throat for 5 seconds, Lydia moved back, catching her breath as the werewolf’s cock, shiny and slick with her spit, stood proudly out front. Nowhere near down or slowing down, she leaned forward, giving it a long lick from base to tip, ending the motion with wrapping her lips just on the head before taking him back into her throat. Rinse and repeat.
“I know those grunts and these body jerks,” Lydia thought, knowing a huge mouthful of werewolf cum was about to fill her mouth any second now.
Taking over and being in full control of the blowjob, the teen wolf essentially face-fucked the beautiful Banshee for the next minute. Down the gullet, press and hold, back off to only fuck it in and out. Over and over again. Lydia knew he was doing this as a precursor to orgasm and she was right. With his thrusting into her throat becoming more erratic, it ended in a deep impaling. With her nose pressed against his pubes, the teenage werewolf emitted a sound that was ear piercing, at which point Lydia felt thick, uber salty semen blast from his tip and directly into her stomach. Being the absolute pro that she was, Lydia didn’t gag despite the volume of jizz flowing. As the reign of cum was beginning to tail off, the curvy redhead pulled her head back, feeling inch after inch withdrawing from her throat until finally the last several streaks of cum coated her chin, collarbone and big pillowy tits.
“So much cum,” Lydia commented, gasping for air.
As the gorgeous redhead knelt panting for breath, she knew that just because she’d milked one orgasm from the werewolf, this was far from over. After all, Derek had been locked away in a wall in a Mexican temple for a few weeks so she knew he had some pent-up energy. Plus, he was a teenage boy who had a gorgeous red-haired goddess on her knees! Plus, Lydia was used to the sexual apetites of supernatural creatures, especially werewolves, thus knew that after the first orgasm they were hornier than ever.
“Hope I didn’t wear you out already,” Lydia asked with her most sultry tone.
“Only getting started.” Derek commented as he pushed himself from resting against the exam table, his huge dick swinging before him from the movement.
The red-haired Banshee gave a squick of surprise as the werewolf grabbed her arms and spun her around. Lydia found herself facing the same table he was leaning on moments before, so she bent over at the waist so she could rest her mountainous tits against the metal exam table that her thighs were pressed up against.
If the werewolf had any reservations about fucking a girl without a condom, he didn’t let it show. Right from the onset, Derek clutched his club-like cock with one hand and rammed it forward. His accuracy was perfect, his tip slicing open the strawberry blonde’s folds and instantly Lydia was filled balls deep with cock in her snatch.
“Oh wow! Mmm! Yes,” the girl cooed as her pussy was invaded. “Give me that cock, big boy.”
He pushed inside her until his hips met hers then withdrew nearly all the way. She screamed again as he impaled her again, this time not pulling out more than halfway. He pummeled her twat like this, the close contact between the two causing their breathing to grow more and more ragged, with sweat starting to populate their skin from the exertion. Looking down to survey his repeated pummeling of his dick into her pink snatch, the werewolf took turns using his hands to deliver slaps to Lydia’s big, thick booty, turning the otherwise pale flesh a lovely shade of red in short order.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Lydia screamed, earning her a sudden sharp jab of his hips forward.
With a smirk, he went back to fucking her hard, there was no two ways about it. With each thrust forward his cock head guided back into her pussy, tunneling all the way in while the front of Lydia’s thighs pressed harder against the metal edge of the table. His hands were busy, one hand usually around her ass to either separate to allow him to watch his cock spearing into her pussy or simply kneading the curvy flesh. The other one was rubbing her back and occasionally using it to wrap around her silky hair and pull back like the reins of a horse, forcing Lydia’s head to snap back, which made her grimace slightly but also release a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Lydia continued to use her hands to push back towards him to meet his thrusts. The Banshee was pleased that he wasn’t being gentle with her, like so many men did based solely on the fact that she was only 17 years old. Rather than only use half his shaft on her, Derek had no qualms repeatedly driving the whole 12 inches deep inside her, time after time.
She didn’t think he could surprise her, given the amount of sex she had in her life, including with all sorts of supernatural creatures, but when Derek ramped up the speed even more and she was all the happier for it. Now, with the werewolf attempting to sexually decimate her, Lydia felt more than up to the task of fucking him just as hard as he was to her, feeling better able to match his sexual hunger and lustings.
“Yeah? Like this,” he asked, doing several fast but extremely hard thrusts.
“Ughhh…yes…awwhh…please,” Lydia grunted.
Maybe because she was showing such bravado, or simply the werewolf was finding his stride. Either way, Derek turned it up another degree. Reaching down and holding firmly onto her rounded hips to help drive the curvy redhead back to meet his ever increasingly hard thrusts. He kept up his crazy hard force, slamming into her at a pace of once her second with her thick ass shaking in response.Though Lydia was mere seconds away from cumming, she and her pussy were dragging the werewolf towards his second orgasm of the day as well.
“Make me cum! Cum all over your huge dick,” Lydia begged.
He didn’t change his approach too much as he maintained pounding into the gorgeous red-haired girl with everything he had. He ignored his own warning signs of an orgasm until it was too late as his balls were already starting to pump the next load of jizz up his shaft. As the Banshee screamed into the vet clinic as her orgasm tore through her, alighting every nerve in her body, the werewolf hissed his own shriek.
“OOHHHHH GGOODDDDDDD! YESSSS,” Lydia screamed as she came.
Knowing it was too late, Derek could only slap down at her amazing ass one last time before his balls tightened. He pushed his entire length into Lydia’s waiting pussy as his load started to shoot inside her. The Banshee gripped the sides of the metal table tightly as she felt the cream of a werewolf start to fill her up. He continued to thrust into the ginger goddess as his balls emptied, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he was milked of yet more and more cum until he finally ran dry.
Though she’d essentially been used as a sex doll by the teen wolf during his relentless pommeling of her pussy, Derek wasn’t done with her. In fact, Lydia was worried her plan of tiring him out was backfiring massively on her. Well, not terribly since she’d gotten a great orgasm out of the deal already, but she hadn’t succeeded in getting him to stop being a werewolf. Not yet anyway.
“Time to have a ride,” Lydia told the handsome boy.
Once Derek had pulled out of her snatch, which instantly started to leak his cum from inside, Lydia turned around and found his dick was still standing at attention. She’d expected that, so she was already in motion, pulling him back towards the table before getting him up top. Though she had meant to straddle the teen wolf and ride him until one of them collapsed, clearly Derek had other ideas.
“Whoa!” Lydia screamed as Derek effortlessly lifted her curvy body up onto the metal surface.
Rather than straddling the younger boy, Lydia found herself bent over yet again, this time down on her hands and knees. Figuring she’d be fucked in the snatch again, apparently Derek didn’t want to shove his manhood back into a hole leaking his seed from it. Luckily, the curvy redhead had a second orifice that was ready to be fucked and looking adorable.
“Holy mother fucking shit!” Lydia swore as Derek Hale placed his dickhead against her anal ring and shoved until he penetrated into her bowels. “God damn!”
“Yes. Scream for me,” he growled in sexual elation.
Though his mind was still in a gumble from whatever weird ritual was performed on him back in Mexico, Derek recognized that the redhead on her hands and knees before him was the truest definition of physical perfection. With large, sagless tits, a narrowed waist and potentially her best asset being a wondrously thick ass that ripple with each of his thrusts into her, the teen wolf was in pure bliss.
The red haired girl may have been surprised, or rather shocked, by the sudden sodomy without warning of any type, but she adjusted rather quickly. After all, Lydia Martin, though only 17 years old, was rather competent with all forms of sex. Which was why, only a minute after the sudden deep-dicking of her bowels, the extremely curvy Banshee practically begged for him to fuck her ass, and the teenage werewolf had no issues fulfilling that request.
“Yes! Give it to me! Fuck my big ass!” Lydia screamed, even going a step further in rocking back against him.
“Is this the type of fuck you like,” Derek hissed, slowing his pace and instead ramming all 12 inches deep into her ass in one hard blow. “Deep in your big ass?” Rearing back all the way, the werewolf allowed his dick to pull all the past her sphincter. Looking down, he waited until Lydia’s asshole was slowly starting to wink close before he drove his entire shaft balls deep in her again, making her curvy body pitch forward in his vice-like grip.
“Mhmm yes…fuck me,” Lydia purred in response. “Give me that big dick in my slutty ass!”
Even with 12 inches of his shaft continuously knifing into her ass, Lydia boastfully voiced her satisfaction. Over and over again her expansive asshole stretched to what had to be her limit in order to accommodate Derek’s eager probing. The smile on her gorgeous face and the way she looked up at him while he drilled into her only helped to elevate the lust he felt for the submissive girl.
If she was in pain from the relentless ass fucking he was doling out to her, the teen wolf could never have known it. With each time the full length of his cock slid out of her bowels only to pierce them once more until he was balls deep, she moaned. In fact, with each balls deep thrust into her, the redhead demandingly urged him to keep fucking her ass harder.
“Oh fuck! So big! So deep! In my ass,” Lydia encouraged before doing what she did best - taunting. “Don’t be afraid to start actually fucking me though.”
Lydia wasn’t just putting on a brave face, the busty redhead actually adored being sodomized. She had learnt from an early age by dating older, more experienced men that her asshole could not only take a pounding, but also that it could be pleasurable. Of course, by taunting a supernatural werewolf to fuck her harder, she was hoping that she hadn’t written a cheque her booty couldn’t cash. She felt his grip tighten on her, but not on his hips where they were previously stationed. Instead, the werewolf reached further to take hold of Lydia’s throat with one hand and face with the other. The Banshee felt her back curl hard, oxygen start to deplete to her lungs as he choked her, just hard enough to threaten without any risk of serious injury. The new grip meant Lydia’s back arched more, changing the angle of her booty which the werewolf took advantage of. Looking down and seeing her heavy tits swaying before her, and her slender waist giving way to her massive ass, the werewolf grinned wickedly before impaling her with all 12 inches of his cock in her ass.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lydia screamed louder than ever as her asshole was relentlessly fucked.
Lydia knew from experience, lots and lots of experience, that a man couldn’t hold this hammering pace for more than a minute without popping their load. Hell, even a woman with a strap-on dildoing pegging her ass couldn’t go more than 2 or 3 minutes from sheer muscle exhaustion. Yet by her reckoning, Derek had been slamming his pelvis into her thick bottom for over 5 minutes and if anything he was only going harder and faster. The Banshee had no idea if she’d ever walk straight, let alone be able to sit on any hard surface for the next month, and that was the best case scenario. And despite that, Lydia felt a warmth spreading throughout her sex organs.
“Oh my God. Oh shit…so close,” Lydia warned before peaking. “Ugghhh, ohhhh. YYEEESSSSSSS!”
Knowing she was on the verge of cumming, the werewolf ramped up his speed as he continued to absolutely wreck the asshole belonging to one of Beacon Hills’ hottest girls. As he heard her launch into her volley of screams in orgasmic pleasure, he was all too aware her asshole was about to spasm tighter than anything he’d ever felt in his life. As the gorgeous redhead reached her second climax of the day, her sphincter quivered a few times before gripping his dick in a stranglehold. Even though he was prepared for it, the werewolf was still taken by surprise with how tight her seemingly loose anal sphincter could clench him. Between the tight ass grab and his last few thrusts at unbelievable speeds, it was enough to reach his own orgasm.
“Ah fuck! AH FUCK,” the werewolf deeply grunted, his dick beginning to pulse in Lydia’s vice-like backdoor.
At his climax, the teen wolf tightly clenched the gorgeous girl’s hips and quickly stroked his cock into her asshole for the last few seconds. After an impressive half dozen thrusts in a mere couple of seconds, Derek tossed his head back and felt every muscle in his body shudder at the same time. With one final action, the werewolf buried itself in Lydia Martin’s ass for the last time before blasting several streams of thick warm cum into her rectum, filling up the cavity with his seed.
“Amazing,” the werewolf groaned, slowly retreating and feeling Lydia’s sphincter massage his tiring cock for a final time.
A groan from the side of the room that Deaton had been sent flying to grabbed Lydia’s attention. By the time she’d looked over at the black man on the floor, Derek was gone. In fact, all Lydia saw of his exit was the flapping exam room door after he passed through, running at a frightening speed. Knowing there was no way of catching him, Lydia quickly got dressed then went to aid the vet.
“I should probably call Scott,” Lydia thought as she checked on Deaton.
*   *   *
“You look really nice,” Kira greeted her friend as they met in the all-ages club.
In another life, Malia would have been a model. Though just taller than average for a woman at 5’7”, her legs made up a disproportionate amount of that length. Tonight, she wore what she did back down in Mexico when they went to save Derek by combining heeled boots with the shortest of short shorts - a pair of Daisy Duke cut off shorts in the coloring of an American flag. Otherwise, she wore her long brown hair down to frame her insanely beautiful face with a long-sleeve, tight fitting purple shirt covering her upper body.
Meanwhile, Kira looked like an adorable Japanese dream girl that stepped right out of an anime. Her pretty face and dark hair grabbed your eye, but it was the slim-fit leather jacket, fishnet stockings and schoolgirl kilt that really captured the imagination.
“Thanks! You too,” Malia replied before reaching down and taking Kira’s hand in hers. “Let’s dance!”
And dance they did. It was clear that the werecoyote was trying to recreate the setting of the Mexican dance club, which was all part of her plan. Malia is totally comfortable dancing, which may have been a surprise considering up until 6 months ago, she’d been living in the wild as a coyote. Once more, Kira proved to be an awkward dancer until Malia pulled her closer. And just like Malia was hoping, Kira was once more comfortable with dancing when she can grind on a girl.
Both girls lost track of time and, well, everything else as they essentially danced like faux lesbians. Their curve bodies rubbed against each other constantly as they touched, held hands, and worked up a little sweat. Naturally, men tried to dance with them, but a growl from Kira commonly made them back off pretty shiftly.
“Malia, can I ask you a question?” Kira said as they slowed their frantic dancing to a normal pace.
“Of course. I’m an open book,” Malia answered, smiling down at the shorter girl.
“Well I know you’re into Stiles and all…”
“Yes. We have sex constantly,” Malia stated proudly.
“Oh wow. Good for you guys. But I’m curious if you’re into girls too,” Kira asked.
“Sexually? Well, yes. Some a lot more than others,” Malia smiled down at the Asian beauty, telling Kira exactly who the ‘some’ were.
Kira took a moment to steel herself before speaking again. "So is that why you asked me out for dancing tonight?"
“Yes. Stiles tells me I’m something called ‘blunt’, but that it works for me because I’m super hot. So, let me be blunt. I very much want to take you somewhere private and have hot girl-on-girl sex with you,” Malia stated in no uncertain terms.
“Wow.”
“And Stiles tells me that Scott is the type of Alpha where he wants his pack getting along. And based on the way I can smell sex all over everyone in the pack, you all have sex with each other frequently,” Malia continued.
“Everyone but me really,” Kira somewhat pouted.
“Great! Then let’s make up for lost time together,” the werecoyote stated. “After all, you find me attractive right?”
“Those legs and that face? Hell yes,” the Asian girl replied automatically.
“Good. So your place or mine?”
*   *   *
"Nice place," Malia said, looking around the spacious living room of the Nakamura’s home.
"Thanks," Kira replied, hanging her leather jacket on the hook, leaving her in only a tank top now.
There was a little awkward silence as Kira didn’t know what to do, or even what to say. Back in the club, when their blood was bumping due to their close-quarters dancing, accepting Malia’s invitation for sex was a no brainer. But after the short car ride, and now being in her family home, Kira was back to being the hesitant girl that she normally was. Luckily for her, not only was Malia still super horny, but she also lacked inhibitions of any type. Turning to face the cute Japanese girl, Malia stepped closer to Kira so that she was able to wrap her arms around her shorter friend.
"Mhmm...aww," they moaned as their lips smacked together with real hunger.
They made out with an appetite that could not be satisfied, such was their ignited passion for one another. Their lips smacked together as they took turns trying to dominate the battle of their tongues, each one getting a few moments advantage before the other would fight harder and succeed in cramming their tongue into the other's mouth. Apparently, all Kira’s libido needed was a little spark before it turned into a full on inferno.
"God you're sexy," Malia cooed, taking up two handfuls of Kira’s small but perky tits.
"Mhmm...says you. You could be the hottest girl in the state," Kira said with a smile.
They began undressing each other in earnest now. Malia got the ball rolling by pulling up the other girl's tank top before flinging it away somewhere, not caring because her lips were busy kissing over Kira' flat stomach. Kira, while not as animalistic, was still fully engaged, using her fingers to peel the purple long-sleeve shirt and pulling it over her head to leave them both in their bras.
"Bedroom," Malia asked, unhooking the Kitsune's bra as Kira kicked off her own shoes.
"This way," the completely topless girl answered.
Kira’s bedroom was only 10 steps to their right but in that time they succeeded in stripping Malia of her bra as well. The werecoyote wasn't exactly passive in their travels, as Kira now had two very erect nipples, each coated in a generous amount of Malia's saliva from the sucking on them she did.
"Whoa," Malia shrieked as she was suddenly shoved to the bed behind her.
Kira had joined her seated on the mattress a moment later, her small tits swaying with the movement she performed. Grabbing Malia's closer leg, the Kitsune unzipped her boot before sliding it off her. Malia switched limbs resting on Kira' lap so she could do the same to that leg.
With the boots gone, Kira went straight for Malia's tiny short shorts while the werecoyote had the same idea in mind for her date's trousers. Given how tight her jeans clung to her thighs, Malia stood up and allowed Kira to help her pull them down her strong legs, leaving the leggy girl in only her microscopic thong.
"I see someone is getting into their first lesbian hook-up,” Malia commented to the shorter girl.
Not wanting to slow the pace and allow Kira to remember she had a boyfriend, even if Scott would happily approve of this tryst, Malia dropped to her knees and evened the score in the clothing department. Kira helped by lifting her bubbly ass from the bed so that the brunette could yank off her skirt, taking her underwear off in the process as well, though leaving the fishnet stockings on.
Malia thought that she'd take the lead and be the first one to go down on the other, but clearly the Asian girl had a differing opinion. Kira’s playful Kitsune spirit was bleeding through, and the fox wanted to play! Which meant Malia was going to be the lucky girl on the receiving end of her sexual desire.
"I haven't done this before," Kira warned, her body positioned between Malia's spread legs as she laid with head in the pillows.
"Just do the best you...oh...ahhh...yes," Malia immediately started moaning.
It may have only been in porn that Kira had ever witnessed lesbian sex, but it was clear she’d absorbed a good deal of what was going on. She shed Malia's tiny panties out of the way and took in a good sight of her completely bare sex with bright pink lips. Rather than be hypnotized by her pretty cunt, she leaned in and did a long lick down from her clit to her already wet hole.
Malia had her head tossed back with back arching, her hands going to her small tits and pulling at her nipples. Kira was finding her stride with ease, using her fingers to pry apart the other girl's lips and expose the bright pink slit it contained. Sticking out her tongue the Kitsune wagged her tongue over and over, collecting Malia's juices all while the werecoyote continued to flail about.
"God! This is sexy," Kira said between licks, the fingers of her free hand rubbing Malia's puffy mound.
Looking up to watch the effect she had on her new friend, Kira stuffed first one then a second finger into her sex in short order. Malia moaned louder as her twat was stretched and probed, nimble and experienced fingertips reaching inside her and finding all the little crevices that unlocked more pleasure.
However, Kira wasn't just content with fingering the beautiful yet deadly date. Leaning her head back down between her juicy thighs, the Kitsune extended out her tongue and began lashing the girl's clit with it. This brought even more groans of delight from her, magnified even greater as she formed a tight seal around the engorged nub and added suction to her licking.
"Oh my God...just like that," Malia encouraged, bucking her hips in rhythm with Kira pushing her fingers inside her.
Her energy and licking seemed never ending. Malia had supernatural stamina due to being a werecoyote, but it seemed like she lucked out with Kira, who was also a supernatural with her own increased physical attributes. Over and over Kira sawed her digits deep inside her cunt and ragged them out just as fast but being sure to rub over her sensitive G spot along the way.
With the combination of the surprisingly good Kira stimulating her cunt, and clit while she pulled at her own nipples, Malia stood no chance of lasting very long. And the hunger in which Kira sought to pleasure her only added to the sudden onslaught of her own orgasm, which was hurling to its climax at record speeds.
"You're trembling. I think you're going to cum for me soon, aren't you," Kira asked with a knowing smirk on her beautiful face.
"Yes...keep going," Malia pleaded, so close to reaching her climax.
Steady streams of moans were being released from the thrashing brunette as she edged nearer to her sweet release. Knowing she could accomplish that whenever she wanted to give it to her date, Kira decided to bring her to her orgasm sooner rather than later. After all, the Asian girl didn’t know what a near feral werecoyote would do if Kira denied her an orgasm on purpose.
Not delaying the inevitable, Kira drove her two digits as deep inside her new lover as physically possible. This time, instead of withdrawing them she left them in her and began pulling upwards. She felt a tired ache in her forearm as usual while her fingertips relentlessly assaulted the taller girl's G-spot, a move that was always received with 100% success, at least in the porn Kira had watched.
"Oohhhh....yesssss....ugghhhhhh," Malia screamed at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed in the most satisfactory of manners.
Once sure that Malia was done cumming, Kira pulled her fingers and mouth away from her tingling cunt and began kissing her way up the werecoyote's stomach. After a swirl of her tongue around her belly button, Kira hooked an arm around the curve of Malia's low back and helped lift her into a seated position so they could kiss once more.
The brunette and black-haired girl met with mouths already parted and tongues waiting for each other. Malia was desperate to taste her essence on the other girl's lips, a tasty treat she always enjoyed savoring even if it was just by licking off Stiles’ cock after they finished having sex. Kira was just as passionate, likely eating pussy getting her own engine revved and needing relief immediately.
"Whoa," Kira screamed as stronger than expected arms spun her around and placed her on hands and knees.
With her tits hanging beneath her slender frame, Malia ran a hand down Kira' spine and took in the wonderful sight of her date. God, the girl truly was beautiful. Snapping out of her body-worshipping fog, the newest member of Scott's pack moved her body so that she was situated right behind the Kitsune.
"Mmmm," Malia moaned in delight after using her tongue to sample the other girl, licking over her entire slit then up the entirety of her ass crack as well. "Such a cute tight ass as well."
"Oh...aahhh...that's...mmm...so good," Kira hummed in appreciation.
Malia liked the response so far and crazed more so she dropped back down to repeat her slow, methodical licks that always ended up at her date's wanting pussy. This time she wasted no time in dipping inside to sample some of her sweet nectar, pushing deep to explore her canal at the same time. The brunette was still tempted to pull straight out of her snatch, aim higher and start tossing Kira' salad, but the last thing she wanted was to spook the girl and lose her chance. After all, if Malia showed her a great time then this could be a regular occurrence between the two girls.
Not dwelling on the fact she wasn't able to lick her tight little backdoor, Malia moved on and focused on the task at hand. That job was now pushing her tongue inside of Kira with more intensity. The athletic brunette stuck out the slippery muscle as far as she could, which resulted in her face getting buried deep within the tiny Japanese girl's lovely backside.
"Yum. Scott is one lucky bastard, keeping you to himself," Malia mused while wiggling her tongue inside her date.
But as Malia continued to dine on her new friend's pussy, she got more bold. At first it started with wiggling her whole face as her entire tongue was buried in the Kitsune so that her adorable nose rubbed back and forth against Kira' butthole. It made Malia wet thinking that the shorter girl was getting off having her ass played with.
Getting more brazen, the newest member of Scott's pack pulled her face back away from her curvy cheeks and simply used two fingers to fuck the Asian teen. If Kira missed the oral attention to her pussy it was impossible to tell as her screams of pleasure were just as intense. Now she went back in but this time aimed higher, initially using her tongue to lick her fingers as they pistoned into Kira before licking the patch of skin beneath her twat and finally against her puckered tush.
"Oh...well...that feels...really nice," Kira cooed in acceptance.
Malia knew it was a risk rimming her friend’s butt, but before she knew it her tongue was licking Kira' now exposed asshole, the crinkled starfish too tempting to not do something about. As soon as her tongue pressed against the tight hole, it winked in response so Malia followed up her initial lick with several more, getting more of her taste on her buds.
"You like having your adorable ass eaten out," the werecoyote asked between swipes of her tongue against the constricted hole.
Kira responded by letting loose a torrent of moans and grunts into her bedroom without regard if anyone outside on the street heard her due to the amazing work of the girl giving her the best rimjob of her life. Completely lost in the embrace, Kira allowed Malia to use her however they wished.
Feeling Kira completely and utterly give in to her, Malia kept eating out her asshole but didn't neglect her pussy either. While her talented tongue worked its magic on her rear entry, she brought her fingers between Scott’s girlfriend’s thighs and had 2 fingers buried in her snatch moments later. She pumped them a handful of times but her real objective was to grind her tips inwards to find Kira’s G-spot, knowing she hit her mark by the sharp cries of bliss. Repeated, Malia plunged back into her pink depths, hitting the spot all while twirling her tongue in tight circles over the sealed rosebud.
"Feels...mhmmm...so good...awwhh," Kira grunted in satisfaction.
"God! I could munch on your cute bum all night," Malia told her date.
"Don't stop! Don't stop," Kira screamed her encouragement.
If Kira thought she was in bliss before then she was positively transcendent at this point with Malia working over all her most sensitive zones. Malia behind her eating out her ass, something Kira had yet to have done to her from Scott, she was finding it to be oddly sensual, combined with the wonderful work finger-fucking her pussy.
Of course Malia wasn't getting neglectful with her skilled mouth either. Instead, the occasionally feral werecoyote had gotten her tongue right into her ass, wagging the wet muscle at her entrance before using her free hand to pull one of her cheeks aside to help her cram more inside. Kira was going absolutely wild at the thought of how much she enjoyed the other girl cleaning her asshole, with her skilled tongue gliding skillfully over the smooth lining of her tightest of holes.
"Yes! Close...almost," Kira moaned. "Make me cum! Please!"
Two fingers continued their relentless assault on the Kitsune's pussy as to get more speed Malia had removed her tongue from her butthole. As her fingers curled continuously to hit the other girl's G-spot, she used her arm to also drag forward, causing her palm to always be rubbing her clit.
"Fuck...gonna cum...gonna...cum," Kira warned, eyes closed shut, mouth gaped.
"Do it! Cum baby," Malia prompted.
"OOHHHH YYEESSSSSS!"
Kira was used to cumming, as Scott was a regular in her bed for a few months now. However, the pleasure she got as she reached her climax with another girl with such confidence and passion as Malia Tate was an all new type of delight. She came hard, coating Malia's fingers in her cum, which the brunette sucked on those fingers until all traces of her yummy cum was removed once Kira was done with her wild ride.
"That was...wow," Kira breathed heavily, the bed sheet covering her heaving chest.
"Right back at you gorgeous," Malia cooed, rolling onto her shoulder to face the Kitsune.
"I haven't done that … with another girl before. Or anyone that wasn’t Scott for over a year," she added, still reeling from the intense lesbian lovemaking. Before she could say more, Kira rolled the shorter girl over so they were both facing the same direction, Malia’s arm draped over her body. “Right! Stiles has mentioned you are a cuddler after sex. And always the big spoon.”
Her words fell on deaf ears as Malia was already softly breathing, her tell that she was asleep.
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