In the village of Gudjik, the rumors were thick. The story was told over and over again on that cold September day. The night before, so it was said, little Marija Dubniczech had been walking home from college - just eighteen years old, a good girl - and she had been violently raped. But not by an ordinary man; by a werewolf. Or so Marija said. Some in the village believed that she had made up the tale for fear that the real rapist might otherwise attempt to do her harm.

But Shuka knew differently. For she had been concealed in the bushes nearby when the giant beast made his attack on that witless little fool Marija. Shuka had been there in the bushes waiting for Mikal to come and gently suck on and kiss her pussy and breasts as he sometimes did. Shuka sucked on and kissed Mikal's cock for him, too, and the two teenagers found this arrangement to be quite pleasant. But Shuka had arrived early, right after school, and so she had witnessed as a giant hairy wolf-man caught and captured a terrified, screaming Marija, and proceeded to rip off her panties and jab his enormous penis brutally into her young body.

Stupid Marija had wept and finally passed out from the pain, but Shuka knew that if she had been in Marija's place, she would have enjoyed it. And so the next night, when all the other good little girls of Gudjik were tucked into their beds by protective families, Shuka left her drunk of a mother alone in their rundown little cottage, and ventured out along the lonely East Road, to the meadow where the werewolf had appeared the night before.

There was no sign of him, as the pale full moon hung low in the blue velvet night sky. Shuka undressed herself. Seventeen years old, she had a voluptuous body - rounded hips, firm buttocks, large heavy breasts. She was no skinny little twig like Marija - Shuka's body was made for fucking.

Laying her cape on the grassy earth, Shuka, nude, went down on her hands and knees. She knew her hot little cunt was giving off an odor of arousal. In fact, she suspected that her cunt-smell must have been what attracted the werewolf to this spot the night before - only the wolf had come upon Marija first.

Shuka was suddenly so excited by the thought that the werewolf could smell her arousal, her clit began to throb, and a little trickle of hot urine seeped from her and wept down her thigh. She often urinated when very aroused, and she had no idea why.

The werewolf's approach was so quiet that she didn't even hear him. Her first inkling of his presence was his hot breath panting against the backs of her thighs and her buttocks. Excited and terrified, Shuka held herself very still as the beast's hot breath washed against her tender sopping wet vaginal lips.

The snuffling sounds became louder, and Shuka supressed a moan as she felt a fuzzy snout nudge up between her legs. As a wide soft tongue darted out and began lapping between her legs, Shuka moaned and shuddered and a hot gush of urine flooded out of her and onto the seeking tongue. Startled, the tongue momentarily withdrew - and an instant later returned with more force, accompanied by a deep low growl. Shuka moaned softly, and arched her back, spreading her legs wider, offering her quivering cunt to the tremendous black beast behind her.

The werewolf was used to having to lick the cunts of the girls he raped in order to make them wet enough so that he could fuck them without hurting his own prick. The night before, he had thought he smelled aroused pussy, and so he had not licked the girl before shoving his cock into her. It had been a nasty surprise, her dry virginal tightness, and the werewolf had angrily raped her violently, to make her bleed so that her blood would ease his sliding in and out.

He wouldn't take the chance of chafing his cock again. He licked the trembling cunt before him, despite the way she peed herself in excitement, and then he worked to force his tongue into her seeping slit - pleased when he felt her maidenhead against the tip of his tongue. She was sobbing in pleasure by now, and the werewolf was out of patience.

His giant 12" cock, purple-red, had emerged from its sheath, and he was ready to poke it up into the cunt of this trembling girl.

Shuka was both terrified and highly aroused, and when she felt the warm soft tongue withdraw from her pulsating cunt, she knew IT was about to happen. She shuddered as she felt the beast's massive 10-foot-tall hairy body covering her tiny pale one. She saw his thick arms to either side of her, holding him above her. She closed her eyes and mewled in fear when she felt his massive jaws close on the back of her neck. The wolf growled and held her firmly in place as his hot hard prick began poking between her legs.

The heated tip poked through her curly pubic hair and bumped against her hard little clit - twice. Shuka yelped and then moaned. The werewolf shifted his hips, and the tip of his prick dragged downwards, between her throbbing open pussylips, and found the small opening of her wet cunt. Growling, his hot breath washing against the back of her neck, his teeth digging in just a little, the werewolf bowed his back upwards, and pressed with his hips, forcing the pointed tip of his massively thick prick into her quivering hole. Once he had the head of his cock lodged inside her clinging wet tightness, he gripped her hips with his clawed hands, and viciously lunged his hips forward, fucking his massive prick deep up into her body, penetrating her all the way to her cervix as she screeched and trembled beneath him.

But she didn't dare move, for even though the giant prick forcing its way up into her tight sheath caused her to feel a burning agony, his teeth against her neck and his hands at her hips held her still.

The beast began stabbing her cunt viciously with his swollen throbbing prick, sawing it in and out of her slick little pussy, forcing himself into her all the way to the thick root of his cock, then jerking his hips to probe and prod her soft insides with his fiercely hard prick.

After jamming her repeatedly for what seemed like hours, the beast finally growled hard, and slammed into her as deeply as he could go, yanking her hips back onto him, his entire body stiff as his huge prick throbbed and spurted his lava-hot cum into her tight little cunt, blasting into her in eight hot gushes that triggered her own climax.

Shuka passed out.

When she woke, she was lying on her back on her cloak in the meadow. Her plump thighs were coated with cooling sticky werewolf cum and her own virgin's blood. The sticky mixture pooled beneath her as well. A dark shadow loomed above her. She thought it was the wolf, but really it was Gadiz, the town drunk. He peered down at her with rheumy eyes. He stank to high heaven. There was a tent in the front of his pants.

Shuka closed her eyes, and slid her legs wide apart. In the moonlight, her swollen, bloodied, cum-coated cunt glistened.

Gadiz hurriedly pulled his pants down, and fell on top of the voluptuous, cum-covererd beauty on the ground. His cock was filthy but it was very hard and he immediately inserted it into her swollen, sopping hole, and began grunting as he sawed in and out of her wet, squishing hole. When the girl arched beneath him and moaned as she came, Gadiz's cock jerked and he spurted and spewed his hot semen into her clamping, spasming hole.

Before morning, Gadiz left her and came back with Olaf, the baker, who often gave Gadiz free bread. Olaf, Shuka's uncle, nevertheless fell atop the nearly unconscious girl, and fucked her wet pussy for all he was worth, stabbing his cock deeply into her until he came in her sticky passage.

After that, Gadiz had her again, and then Olaf once more.

The next morning, as Shuka stumbled home just after dawn, the scent of her cunt caused all the dogs in town to raise their heads and howl loudly. Shuka smiled when she heard them, reminded of her lupine lover.