you.”
“I know.”
“Let’s take this somewhere else.” He
lifted me into his arms, while I clung to his neck, feeling the heat of his
skin. We walked to a clearing, which revealed a small field of fragrant
grasses. “This looks good.” He sat on the ground with me on his lap; his mouth
was on my neck. “Kiss me, Cathy,” he purred. “Give me your tongue.”
Clive and Stuart were near; their
hands touched my back, caressing gently. My lips met Gerard’s, and we melded
together, a combination of moistness and tongue, which left me breathless and
dizzy. The werewolves had enjoyed their hunt; now they would enjoy their woman.
Kisses fell everywhere, on my neck, shoulders, and arms. My hands were lifted
and kissed, while exploring fingers found sensitive nooks and crannies that
made me writhe and shudder, my body responding to the stimulation.
“Oh, you bad…wolves…”
Being the object of lust was a
singular experience, and I wished it would always be this way. I’d been alone
for so long…without anyone to talk to or experience intimacy. Since the night I
met Gerard, I knew that I would be forever seeking out werewolves now, because
they were immune to my condition, and I would not drain the life out of them. I
had another month of this bliss, and I planned to take full advantage of the
situation, letting these horny beasts do whatever they wanted to me.
“Yes,” I hissed through my teeth, as
a mouth neared the apex of my thighs, hot breath teasing my flesh. Gerard
kissed my tummy, leaving wet spots. “Ooohh…yeah…do it.” I wrapped my hands
around a pair of hard cocks, who were on either side of me. “Just look at you
dirty boys.” They groaned deep in their throats, sounding as aroused as I felt.
“What will I do with these?”
Gerard settled between my legs,
drifting lower and sliding his tongue over my slit, wetting me thoroughly. I
licked one cock and then the other, tasting the salty pre-release of the men,
and wanting more. The deer had been satisfying, but human blood was even
better, and I knew these wolves would let me have a taste.
“Oh! Omigod!”
A strong tongue drove into the silken
folds of my womanhood, spearing me deeply, wiggling inside of me. I gasped at
the sensations this provoked, sucking aggressively on the tip of a fat phallus.
I ate one and then the other, bestowing attention to both. Gerard toyed with my
nub, running his thumb over the engorged bump and encouraging it to grow even
larger. Being ravished by these wolves was heady and base, but entirely what I
needed, and I gagged on the length of Stuart’s cock, as he drove deeper into my
throat.
“Ooommm…”
To my amazement, Gerry lowered,
administering to my other hole, which was squeezed shut and not used to this
kind of attention. He prodded me, forcing his tongue through tight bands,
loosening them gradually. I blissfully surrendered to everything he was doing
to me, my mind drifting on clouds of pleasure. His thumb worked my clit, while
two demanding cocks fought for the attention of my mouth. When I thought I
would scream with orgasm, Gerry stopped his seduction, getting to his feet.
“Come here.” He held out a hand.
“What are we doing?”
He pulled me to him, lifting me with
my legs around his waist. “This.”
Clive was behind us, his cock pressed
to my little hole; the orifice wasn’t used to being taken, and I worried that
it would hurt. Gerry slid inside of my pussy with one thrust, his arms holding
me securely. The strength of him wasn’t a surprise, but the feeling this
elicited was. I clung to him, my mouth attacking his, while Clive pressed
harder, breaching me thoroughly. The sting of pain lessened the pleasure for a
long, breathless moment, but as he began to move, it eased slightly, and both
men worked me, taking turns thrusting. Stuart held himself, massaging his cock
while watching us.
“Oh, my God…oh, shit. This is crazy.”
Two eager cocks impaled me, and they
had only
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