Lena Mouse Nude Novels & Stories

Of course, she wasn't expecting that. I nodded as I emphasized my words, “Yeah, GUYS.” When I said, Lena was crazy. I meant she was crazy in all aspects of life. She had always wanted me, but never in a romantic way. She wanted me because I was the one who discovered her feral fantasies and that she was a sex freak. To be exact, a few years back, I just caught her red-handed, at a party, with two guys. Then again, at another party, with two girls. Threesome, foursome, gangbang—were just her things. I never gave a damn about it. In this case, the good-fuck-thing that I offered to her was because of her favor regarding declining the news of being my date at the ball.

“Yes. I thought about it so many times, but nothing comes to mind.” “Well, we just found something that might really interest you. Now, Miss Elena, would you like to see what that is?” Damson asked. “Sure,” she replied. The confidence she has is out of this world. I never expected someone like her to be this bold. More reason I believe that she's not working alone. Damson. Switched on the laptop and played the video. “Please come over here and see for yourself,” Damson Urged. She took the bait and moved over.

My eyes widened, and my cheeks flushed as I felt a great deal of happiness. “Are you serious?” I asked. “You're not going to be bullied out of this pack! Not on my watch.” Raina assured me, and I was almost moved to tears. We hugged each other tightly, and an idea struck me. I almost went through with the idea, but I forced myself to keep quiet. It'd be weird for me to ask her to show me how to masturbate because I can't stop thinking about Alpha Sorren placing his hands on me. “I'll come back later. I just wanted to see you.” Raina said, hugging me, and I could immediately hear someone climbing through the back.

And that was how the wolfless girl became the greatest Luna the world had ever known. THE END

But Lena didn't stop immediately; she slowed the thrusts, drawing out the aftershocks until Teresa whimpered from overstimulation. Pulling her fingers free, Lena licked them clean with a low hum of satisfaction, then helped Teresa straighten. "Clothes off. All of them." Her eyes burned with her own need now, the rigid control cracking just enough to show the flush on her cheeks. Teresa stripped quickly, blouse and skirt pooling at her feet, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the office light. Lena followed suit, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal small, firm breasts, nipples hard points. Her slacks dropped next, exposing toned legs and a trimmed patch above her own slick pussy.

The arena was almost empty now. A few wolves remained, sparring under the moonlight. I stopped outside the gate, watching them silently. My chest tightened with envy. As I turned to leave, I noticed that all the wolves in the arena suddenly straightened. The noise died down instantly. A powerful scent filled the air. I looked up. A tall, broad figure packed with muscles hidden beneath the sweatshirt he wore stood there. Under the moonlight, his dark hair framed a face so breathtaking, with lush, kissable lips. Damn... his legs and hands looked so toned and hard.

Tonight she was done teasing. Lena climbed onto her bed, which faced the window perfectly, and spread her legs wide. She hooked her thumbs in her thong and removed it, revealing her smooth, puffy pussy already glistening with arousal. She looked straight across the courtyard, biting her lip as she spotted Ryan’s window. He was there, motionless, but she could see the outline of his hand slowly rubbing the massive bulge in his pants. “Fuck it,” she whispered to herself with a wicked smile. “Come and get it, Daddy.”

Lena and Mia watched, their eyes hungry, their hands still roaming my body, pinching my nipples through my shirt, squeezing my ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks. Lena stripped off her dress in one quick motion, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening with her arousal, her lips puffy and pink. “She's turning into a little slut right in front of us, fingering herself like a whore." She knelt down, her hands grabbing my jeans and pulling them down to my ankles along with my panties, exposing my bare pussy to the cool air. The sudden exposure made me gasp, my fingers moving faster.

My fingers stayed sunk into the soft flesh of her hip, holding her bent over in front of me. The short skirt had ridden up so high I could see the lace trim of her panties stretched across her perfect ass. For a long second, neither of us moved. Lena glanced back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes dark with heat. “Mr. Blackwood?” she whispered, her voice breathy. I slowly released her hip, letting my fingers drag across her curves as she straightened up. My cock was painfully hard.

I made a dismissive gesture with my hand, still sipping. “So… is it Tyler?” I sputtered, nearly choking on the sweet tea. “It can’t be that wimp. She orgasmed… definitely not Tyler,” Katie added. “Tyler is capable, sure,” Lena muttered. My eyes met Katie’s on camera, and we both screamed. “Lena!” “What are you not saying, bitch?” Katie pressed, ever crude. Lena’s face reddened, which never happens. Lena doesn’t blush. “OMG. You totally fucked him, Lena!”