Growing Pains of a Teenage Werewolf: Hilary 9

Introduction

This is the second book in the series. The first book Growing Pains of a Teenage Werewolf: Michaelmas 9 is available elsewhere. This book is also written under my pen name of Skelton Rickerby as I thought it suited the contents of the book better than R I Heslop. Skelton Rickerby was in fact the real name of my maternal grandfather.

Mark Clanthorpe and Mercedes Eventide are, on the face of it, ordinary teenagers. However, if you saw them on the street you couldn’t miss them. Both boy and girl are astonishingly beautiful with movie star looks and figures to match. Mark is tall for his age and apart from his beauty he appears to be a normal 13 year old except that he is very clever. Mercedes, like many 12 year old girls, could be anything from 13 to 25. She too is exceptionally clever. The other thing these beautiful people have in common is that they are the off spring of single parents both living with their respective mothers.

Mark has a mysterious past that he is slowly finding out about. Mercedes, on the other hand, is fully aware of her origins and knows that any relationship with Mark is doomed. Irresistibly drawn to each other the two protagonists start on a journey together that is to end in a totally unexpected way.

GROWING PAINS OF A TEENAGE WEREWOLF: HILARY 9 Skelton Rickerby   1

 Mark Clanthorpe stretched out luxuriously. He was warm in bed, slowly wakening, remembering his first full sexual encounter with his girlfriend Mercedes Eventide.

                It could have gone better he was the first to admit but for the first time it was pretty good.

                Until …

                They had undressed one another, slowly at first then more and more frantically as their emotions took control. Mercedes had taken off his shirt first, then his tee shirt and started rubbing her hands over his body. She tried to loosen his belt but he stopped her.

                “No, let me take your blouse off.”

                Mercedes nodded as Mark unbuttoned her top. Slowly he peeled it to one side to reveal her bra where her large breasts were threatening to spill out. Mercedes helped him remove the blouse entirely. His hands touched her breasts. She shuddered. Like many males before him Mark struggled with the bra fastenings until at last he had her wonderful firm young breasts free. Her nipples jutted out provocatively.

                Mark looked at her. She nodded and guided him towards them. He sucked one then the other and Mercedes gasped with palpable pleasure. She was on top of him then off him struggling to get his trousers down. Mark tried to help. He almost fell off the bed. He pulled his boxers down and Mercedes gasped as his huge penis waved into view.

“Oh, my God, you’re beautiful,” she gasped. “Can I touch it?”

                “Gently,”  Mark said, “or I’ll shoot now.”

                Mercedes grasped his manhood and squeezed gently. Mark groaned. “That’s enough. I’m going to come. Oh,” he grunted as he ejaculated, gasping and shuddering in a mixture of utter pleasure and embarrassment.

                “Get me a tissue, please.”

                Mercedes passed him the requested tissue. Mark cleaned himself.

                “I’m sorry,” he said. “It was all just too much seeing you half naked and then when you touched me … “

                “It’s all right, Mark. You said this might happen. It’s all right. Come on, undress me.”

                Mark smiled and proceeded to remove Mercedes’ skirt then her knickers. He gasped as her lower lips scarcely covered by the wispy pubic hairs came into view. They held each other tight for a brief moment. Mark was instantly hard again.

                “Look,” he said, “I’m ready again.”

                “Can I put it on?” Mercedes asked.

                “Yes, but be gentle,” Mark warned her as she took out the condom and began to peel it down on to Mark’s towering penis.

                Mark tried to get on top of her. Mercedes was wet but he couldn’t get his penis into her. He tried again. No good.

                Mercedes said, “It’s all right. Lie down.”

                Mark did as he was told. Mercedes got on top of him and successfully guided him into her. Mark gasped. He pushed slowly until he was deep inside her. He felt the walls of her vagina pull on his penis. It was almost too much to bear.

                Mercedes eased herself up and down, a slow grin of absolute pleasure spreading across her beautiful face. Her breasts swayed and Mark couldn’t help but reach up and try to suck her nipples again. She pushed him down. “Concentrate. See if you can make me come.”

                Mark knew he would last a little longer now that he had ejaculated but he had read up quite a bit about women and knew it could take a lot of skill and some time to make a woman come and he doubted he had the strength of mind to stop himself erupting again. Was it all in the mind, he thought? No, it couldn’t be. The sheer intense pleasure was too much to bear already.

                “This is just too much. I’m sorry, I’m going to come again.”

                Mercedes re-assured him. “It’s all right. Just enjoy it. Let yourself go.”

                Mark did what was instinctive. He grabbed her by the hips and rammed himself into her again and again and again as the intense feeling seemed to come from the very tips of his fingers and the very tips of his toes until it met in one great roaring river of semen pumping out of the end of his rigid penis.

                And that’s when disaster struck.

                Mercedes screamed as Mark dug his claws into her. At first he couldn’t understand what was happening to him. He pulled away from her crying with horror as he saw the great long claws where his fingers should have been. A great crack echoed in the room as his back stretched and his bones took on a new shape. He tried to speak but could only emit wolf-like growls.

                He looked in the mirror on Mercedes’ chest of drawers where she had her make up. Long fangs protruded over his full red voluptuous lips. His eyes had turned from bright blue to gold. His long lustrous jet-black hair was now a wild shaggy mane.

                He stared in disbelief at the blood seeping from where he had dug his claws into Mercedes.       She was cowering on the bed crying piteously.

                Mark turned away from her, the love of his life, and jumped through the closed bedroom window. He landed in the back garden, shook the broken glass off himself and bounded over the garden fence.

                The dark winter night gave him very little cover as it was still early and the street lights lit up most of the village. He thought of going home but it was too risky. There were still a few people around coming home from late Christmas shopping.

                He would go to the dene. Across the edge of the playing field through the cemetery, then another field at the back of Bewick Lane, straight across Horsley Road, another field at the back of Dene Garth and then he would be safe. No one would be going through the dene on a cold winter’s night just before Christmas.

                Mark got there within seconds, his speed and strength taking him across hedges and fences with scarcely a thought he couldn’t do it.

                Once in the dene Mark sought out the deepest part of the wood and sat down on a log hoping and praying Mercedes would be all right.

                What was he going to do now?