Wild West Stories Novels & Stories

The weekend started like any other visit to my best friend Laura’s house, but I already knew it was going to end with me dripping wet and desperate. I pulled my car into their long driveway just after sunset, the big white house glowing under the porch lights. Laura and her husband Alex had been married for eight years, and every time I came over I told myself I was just here to see my gurl. Bullshit because My body had other plans. I hadn’t been properly fucked in months, and the second I stepped out of the car the warm night air kissed my skin like a promise.

“I just promised I wouldn’t tell you her name.” Edward stifled his grin. “All right, so continue with your story. The lady saved you. How did she do this? Was she camping with the men you tried to steal the horse from? Were they escorting her to a destination?”

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

"Those? A pack? And you had managed to cut them down?" I stilled for a moment. I bit my cheeks. If I told the old man the story of a girl, although skilled in combat and blade, fending off almost a dozen raging wildings twice the size of a common wolf, would that story be believable? I don't think so. Even a great mercenary would not be able to keep up with the raging thirst for blood from those wolves. "Not a pack, Sudan. I would've been left to die had it been true. Just one, wild, like a raging bull."

Everywhere I turned, another filthy scene greeted me. A male alpha fucking another male roughly against a tree, grunting with every savage thrust while the receiving wolf moaned like a whore. Two females grinding their wet pussies together on a fur blanket, tongues tangled, while males watched and jerked off onto their bodies. A woman bent over a wooden barrel, getting fucked from behind while she sucked off two other cocks at the same time, drool and cum running down her chin. Clothing was almost nonexistent. Most wolves wore nothing at all. Breasts swung freely as women rode cocks or faces. Thick, heavy cocks hung between powerful thighs, many half-hard or fully erect. The air reeked of sl

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

she frowned in disappointment. Owen was astounded to hear her target places and things to go and do. Except for the swimming spot, he knew the rest of where she wished to go and have fun. “Going hunting might consume all your weekend already,” Owen said. “It’s not like the wild animals you are going to hunt will be in a parade, and you can choose which one to shoot from a row in front of you. There are even times when the hunters still return home with an empty hand after a day or two,” he clarified.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

“Lying isn’t going to save you, Chloe.” My blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” “The mountains tell us things, it carries your mumblings to us.” He whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over the curve of my hip. “And right now, they’re telling us that a storm is coming that will swallow you whole if you stay out here. Look up.” I follow his gaze. The sky isn’t just dark, it’s bruised. Thick, heavy clouds are swirling with unnatural speed, and through a small tear in the grey, I see it. The moon. It isn’t white. It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color.