I grabbed her under her arms and pressed her to the wall. She dangled at least two feet above the floor and I held her there, as if she didn't weigh a... ounce. She spread her legs and waited passively for my massive werewolf cock to enter her. I pressed the end of it into her and she gasped and tried to stop me.She was helpless and could only squirm as I lowered her onto more of my shaft. Her feet were far from the floor and she was falling onto a cock that was much to big for her. She tore as I. She didn’t want to fail the class, she discovered somewhat belatedly, so reluctantly she dressed and headed back across the campus to find out what the damage was.As she arrived at the professor’s office she met one of the geeky boys (men she reminded herself) who seemed to be into subjects like philosophy leaving the office looking more than a bit bemused.Surprisingly he stopped and said, “Hi, I never remember your name from class, I’m James Harmond and I thought you ought to know that the. ”“Why?”“Because.” Her eyes brightened. “We’re getting Rufus back today!”In a flurry of energy, she rolled out of bed, her mind no longer on me. I grinned and headed to the shower. My morning erection was dealt with to memories of fondling her scrumptious bare breast, the remarkable shape and firmness of a fourteen-year-old’s rump, and the sexiness of kissing her. Release was exquisite but had no impact on my yearning for her. I was besotted.The day passed quickly with chores. I had to clean up. She pulls my pants down to my ankles and pulls my underwear down at the same time. She then has me sit back down as she removes my pants and pushes me back onto her bed. Where did she learn to do what she did to me next, I will never know. I recognize the next song that comes on it is “Loving You Is the Only Way to Fly” by Clare Bowen and Sam Palladio from the television show “Nashville”. My sister puts my cock into her little mouth and sucks on me. She stops for a moment and looks up at me.