I was 18 and couldn’t be any more horny. When I got the reply from her I knew I was in luck. She was a 50 something librarian, with a very curvy BBW...style body. She explained how she was recently divorced and looking for some fun. We agreed on a time that I would meet her at her place. I got there late around 10pm and quietly knocked on the door. My heart was racing for what seemed like hours before I heard the locks on the door shifting. I walked in and she closed the door behind me. I. He had an enormous cock that was fully erect and throbbing. It had to be 9 or 10 inches long, maybe 2 full inches in girth. I tried to shout but his other hand was already over my mouth. My body squirmed in his tight grasp but I was no match for his strength. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in and tore my bra off. the cold air blew over my breasts causing the nipples to stiffen. “Oh yeah, you like it don’t you, fucking whore!” he growled. He leaned over again and began to. Despite having highly enhanced speed and various other powers for over 100 years, I was still unaware of my enhancements for the most part. My throat was burning, eager to feed, the dead bolt on the door didnt stop me entering without a sound, my weight barely registering as I made my way up the spiral staircase, the loose floorboards not even creaking as they held my feather light steps. The rich scent of copper, booze, sweat and a hint of cigarettes burnt my nose, the scent I recognised. “Before, you … I don’t know … you seemed to be trying hard to be the confident, in control person you probably thought you should be in your position. Not with us so much as with others, maybe. I don’t see that ‘trying’ part, anymore. You really act with confidence and control and deliberateness. It’s good on you, that’s all.”I chuckled, “Buttering up to the boss?” He just smiled, but I knew it wasn’t that, it wasn’t what this group was. So, another thing for the list? Aggressive, even if just.