by Kerri Carr
“Don’t you worry because you both now get to share me, don’t you?” she said as she sucked his dick deep into her mouth.
She felt Ana parting her thighs and Ana braced as she felt fingers searching through her thighs, moving higher toward her sensitive zones. Ana took a hold of Jade's clit and started pinching it softly, making Jade moan onto Chris's dick. She cursed when she felt Ana letting go of the clit but was excited a moment later when Ana fixed herself such that their pussy’s were both touching. The women began rubbing their sexes against each other, tribbing. Jade had never felt this sort of pleasure before, and from the moans that were coming from Ana', she could tell that Ana was also having a great time. Ana ground her pussy over Jade's, and Jade felt the excitement within her building. Their clits rubbed against each other, their wetness spreading over each other. The peak of the moment came when Jade heard Ana moaning loudly as she exploded into an orgasm.
Unable to hold her own back, Jade sucked hard on the cock in her mouth as her orgasm also exploded, her clit throbbing with pleasure. Chris took his hand down to her head and pressed it hard against his pecker, forcing it into her throat. As she and Ana pulled apart, Jade held the length of Chris's dick as she jerked it up and down, sucking frantically on the head. The familiar cock seemed to grow harder and stronger, reminding her of the pleasure that it always gave her whenever they had sex. Chris was so horny, his pre-cum had already formed on the tip of the shaft, and it tasted good. She sucked on the tip of the dick, before starting to suck more and more of the dick into her mouth.
The thickness of the pecker stretched her lips painfully, but Jade was determined to get the whole shaft in her mouth. She fondled with his balls as she took more and more of the length into her mouth, his sac becoming taut with desire. Ana marveled at the way that they had sex every single day, and yet his sac always had fresh semen for her whenever they got down again. She finally felt the tip of his dick pushing into her throat, making her gag until she quickly pulled her mouth off the dick.
Both of them were in their semi-wolf form as he tackled her, making her lie on her back on the bed. Ana lay at the end of the bed as she watched Chris parting Jade's thighs wide and dipped his head in between them. Jade growled softly when she felt him tugging her clit with his fangs, applying just enough pressure to send pleasure through every nerve of her body. The pleasure reminded her of all the pleasure that Ana had given to her in the bathroom. She had already had enough of that and right now what Jade needed was a nice hard dick inside her pussy.
“Fuck me, Chris, fuck me now,” she demanded as she reached down for his head and pulled it out of her cunt, making him get on top of her. “I wanna feel your hardness inside me.”
Ana was watching with interest as Chris lay on top of Jade, his waist in between her thighs. Unable to wait a moment longer, Jade reached down for his dick and guided it into her vagina, easing the tip in softly. As she put her hands on his back, Chris slammed his dick into her pussy hard, driving it all the way in. Jade started moaning as Chris began fucking her roughly, just the way that she loved it. Jade parted her thighs wider, raising her feet in the air as his dick drove deep into her. The thickness rubbed against her clit in the most pleasurable ways, making her body come even more alive with desire.
Jade tightened her pussy around the shaft every time that it started pulling out of her pussy, heightening the pleasure that they both felt. From the way that Chris breathed heavily, Ana could also tell that he was enjoying it, heightening her own pleasure. He moved one of his hands under her buttocks, raising them as he continued to pound her. His dick ground against her clit even harder and she knew that she wasn’t very far from the second climax of the day.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she pleaded with him, and that is exactly what he did, ramming her even harder and faster.
She suddenly felt him driving his dick deep into her folds, just as the shaft stiffened. As Chris grunted, she felt his hot load of cum exploding inside her vagina. This prompted her own climax to come alive, shuddering hard over the pecker.
“Oh yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” she moaned loudly as they both climaxed hard.
Chris kept driving in and out of her pussy until their climaxes both started ebbing away. He then slipped the cock out of her pussy and collapsed onto the bed next to her. This had to be her best sex night ever on a normal day. Happy thoughts filled her mind as Jade closed her eyes and fell into a sated sleep. These were the moments that she lived for, two lovers in the same house.
Chapter 10
Ana Lewis
Ana woke up in the morning feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. She had witnessed passion between two werewolves and even participated in heightening it. This was going to be her secret and one day she would probably publish a book on the life of werewolves. She knew that she would never reveal the true identity of Jade or Chris, and she knew that she would always enjoy having a ménage with them whenever they all felt in the mood.
“Hey, you're going to be late, come on,” Jade peeked into the guest bedroom, where Ana was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I'll be ready in a moment, Jade. I hope you're taking me out to look for a house. I still have hundreds of questions for you,” she smiled as she jumped out of bed.
“Oh No, don’t tell me that you still have questions regarding werewolves? You're making me nervous, honey,” Jade said, feigning a stern look.
“Come on, I swear that whatever you tell me will remain with me,” Ana said as she wrapped a towel around her breasts.
“I think I can trust you. About that book that you told me you might write, do you think that I could be the heroine in it?” Jade squinted her eyes as Ana began walking toward the bathroom.
“I'm pretty sure that you could make the perfect heroine, although I don’t yet have a plot. Maybe you could help me with that part, or maybe we could live each fay as it comes and see if we can find a plot from our experiences,” Ana stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Wait a minute, did I just hear that you're going to write a book on werewolves?” Chris's head suddenly appeared in the doorway. “All good stories have heroes, not heroines. And I can come up with a great plot that will make you millions. How about this.”
Both Jade and Ana looked at Chris without speaking a he began telling them about his plot. He was a werewolf that sometimes wished that he could turn into a human being so that he could win the heart of the woman that he loved. The only problem was that the woman was in love with another man, Chris's sworn enemy.
“Not a bad plot at all,” Ana clapped her hands half an hour later as Chris finally finished talking.
THE END
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Bonus Story 30 of 44
Strange and Beautiful
Tara read the address from a text message her mom had sent her and repeated it to the cab driver, who nodded before driving off. As they drove through the city, Tara looked out of the window- everything was different here, gone were the high-rise buildings of New York City, and they were replaced by swanky houses that looked like they were straight out of a lifestyle magazine. She had never been to Miami before, and she wondered how her mom had ended up here of all places.
“Are you new around here?” The cab driver asked, glancing at her in the rear view mirror, and she nodded as she said, “Yeah, I just graduated from college in New York, and I’m visiting my mom - she just moved here a few months ago.”
The driver nodded and said, “I used to work in New York a few years ago, I missed the noise once I moved here, but all cities are the same in a way.”
Tara smiled politely and then looked out of the window again, not really in the mood to talk. She didn’t get on well with new people, and liked to keep to herself. She glanced down at her phone, she had a map of Miami open on the screen, just so she knew that they were headed in the right direction and the cab driver wasn’t planning on murdering her in some d
ark alleyway.
They drove on in silence for a while until the cab pulled over outside a giant sprawling mansion. “This is it, miss,” the cab driver said cheerfully, and Tara stared at the house before she checked the address again. “Are- Are you sure this is the right place?” She said uncertainly, peering out at the palatial house with tall gates guarding the estate, enclosing enormous lawns and lush gardens leading up to the mammoth structure.
The driver assured her that this was the address, and Tara got out uncertainly, lifting her suitcase out of the cab as she dragged it over to the gate and rang the doorbell. An intercom buzzed and a distinguished sounding voice said, “Yes?” Tara leaned in and hesitantly said, “This is Tara Haverford, um- I’m Eileen’s daughter?” She bit her lip nervously as there was a slight pause before the voice responded, “Of course, please come in, Tara.”
The gates swung open automatically and Tara nervously walked in through them, turning around to see the cab drive off as the gates swung shut again. She dragged her suitcase slowly along the garden path leading up to the great house which was actually a lot farther away than it seemed. On the way, Tara spotted three greenhouses, a few gazebos and an outdoor seating arrangement that looked as grand as though it were for a very expensive wedding. Finally, Tara stood before the front door, made of polished wood with a large brass lion head as the knocker.
A tall man answered the door, and when he spoke, Tara recognized him as the distinguished-sounding man who had spoken over the intercom. “Miss Haverford, welcome. I’m Graham, the butler,” he said as he lifted Tara’s suitcase and gestured her inside. She walked in, suddenly very aware of the ratty plaid shirt she wore and her scuffed sneakers. She felt as though she ought to wear nothing less regal than a ball-gown and a string of pearls in a house like this. Suddenly, there were footsteps behind her and Tara turned to see her mother hurrying down a great staircase with her arms thrown wide open as she rushed towards Tara and buried her in a giant embrace.
“Darling,” she squealed, “I’m so glad you made it.” She held Tara at an arm’s distance and said, “Oh, your hair’s shorter- why did you cut it? I liked it long; it hid your shoulders, sweetie.” Tara forced a tight smile as she wriggled out of her mother’s grip and ran her fingers through her blonde, shoulder length waves. “I like it this way,” she said almost defensively but her mother ignored her and turned to Graham. “Do you know when Paul gets back?” The butler nodded and said “This evening, madam.” Her mother thanked him and then led Tara into the living room, “Isn’t this place just wild? I would never have though I’d end up living in a house like this.”
Tara looked around and said, “I thought I had the wrong address when the cab pulled up.” Her mother clicked her tongue and said, “Now Tara, I told you I could come pick you up-” and Tara shook her head, “No, that’s not what I meant to-” but she stopped, knowing her mother would only hear what she wanted to anyway.
Their relationship had been difficult ever since Tara’s father had left when she was fifteen. Tara looked like her dad- blonde and tall, with rounded features, broad shoulders and an ample amount of flesh on her bones.
Eileen, on the other hand, was petite and conventionally beautiful with her sleek dark hair, small rosebud mouth, and elegantly shaped hands and feet; and she seemed to constantly bemoan the way her daughter looked, often cushioning severe insults as motherly concern. Tara had grown up her whole life hearing things like, “Darling you’d be very pretty if you lost a few pounds,” and “I’m just worried about your health, I promise.”
Tara had, over the years, learned to block these things out, and had struggled very hard to start her own personal revolution of loving herself, curves and all. Tara was quietly thinking this to herself when there was a high tinkling laugh and a young couple walked in arm-in arm, both breathtakingly gorgeous and Tara stared as the girl stopped laughing and said, “Sorry, didn’t know we had company.”
*****
Eileen stood up and said, “This is my daughter, Tara. Darling, this is Noah, Paul’s son, and his girlfriend- um?” The girl smiled cattily as she said, “Denise,” and stuck her hand out. Tara stood up and shook her hand hesitantly as she said, “It’s nice to nice to meet you both.” Noah was looking at her as a cat might regard a strange new object and said, “Yes, pleasure,” before leading Denise out through large French windows towards a glimmering swimming pool. Tara looked at her mother who smiled tightly and said, “Those two just got here a few days ago, I haven’t really gotten the chance to- you know.” Tara nodded and sat back down, “Mom, are you happy?” Eileen looked at her daughter, marveling at how grown-up she looked and said, “I’m really happy that you’re here. Are you hungry? Come on, let’s get something to eat.”
Tara knew not to push her and just followed her quietly into the kitchen. As they passed the French windows, Tara glanced out and saw Denise diving into the pool as Noah stood on the deck and pulled his shirt off over his head. The world seemed to stop turning in that moment, and all Tara could see was Noah, with his tanned skin and perfectly sculpted body. He laughed at something Denise said, and Tara saw that he had dimples when he smiled, and chiseled cheekbones when he didn’t. “Tara?” Her mother said, and Tara quickly snapped out of it, “I was looking at the pool,” she said quietly, and Eileen nodded, “Yeah the whole place is really beautiful, I’ll show you around after lunch.”
There was a matronly looking woman in the kitchen and she smiled as Tara and Eileen walked in. “Miss Eileen, you never told me your daughter was this beautiful,” she said smiling at Tara, who smiled back and said, “Hi, I’m Tara.” The woman wiped her hands on her apron and shook Tara’s hand as she said, “And I’m Dorothy, I manage the household. Now sit down, lunch is almost ready.”
Tara and Eileen sat at the long dining table just outside the swinging door of the kitchen and Tara already felt as though she was lost in the gigantic house.
“How any people work here?” Tara asked her mother in a low voice and Eileen shrugged and said, “There’s the butler, there’s Dorothy, there are two chauffeurs and a maid. And then there are the gardeners, the pool boy, the cook and Freddie. He’s sort of the errand boy, and does odd jobs around the estate.”
Tara raised her eyebrows and said, “God Mom, you’re living at Downton Abbey. I mean, how did this even happen? What’s Paul like?” Her mother smiled, but Tara still thought she looked a little sad as she said, “I met him at a bookstore- I had no idea about any of this. He told me after our fourth date, and I was already- Tara you know this isn’t about the money right?” She whispered the last part almost urgently, as though she had been dying to ask her daughter this question.
“Of course,” Tara said, surprised, and then leaned in, placing her hand on her mom’s wrist as she said more earnestly, “Of course I know that Mom, I never for one second thought that-” but she stopped speaking when Denise ran in giggling, her hair soaking wet, and Noah strolled in after her with a towel around his shoulders. He had put on another shirt, to Tara’s disappointment, and sat down right opposite her as Dorothy pushed through the kitchen door holding a large platter of chicken. “Tara dear, do you eat chicken? Is there anything else you would like?” I shook my head and said, “Chicken’s fine, thank you.” I felt eyes on me and I glanced up at Noah, but he was busy helping himself to some food. I looked around and saw Denise staring at me with a look of contempt across her pretty features.
She tossed her long light brown hair and Noah laughed as he said, “Denise, you’re soaking everyone, stop.” She turned her bright green eyes away from Tara and towards Noah as she smiled and said, “Sorry, I don’t know what I’m going to eat- I’m vegetarian, did you forget to tell the cook?” Noah looked at Dorothy who quickly said, “There’s some vegetable lasagna as well, I’ll bring it out,” and then hurried into the kitchen. Tara caught Noah’s eye, who smiled with his mouth full and Tara couldn’t help but smile back.
Denise must have caught the look that pa
ssed between the two of them because she then loudly said, “So Tara, what do you do?” her tone thinly veiling a threat. Tara had barely registered that she was being spoken to when Eileen happily said, “Tara just graduated from NYU- she’s a writer.” Tara glanced back down at her plate as Noah softly said, “What do you write?” His voice was sweet, yet commanding and Tara’s eyes fluttered up again as she said, “Um, I write short stories, and poetry- I actually studied journalism at school though.” Noah nodded and resumed eating, and she wondered if he was just asking to be polite. They ate lunch with little bits of conversation floating through the air, but with a general tone of discomfort on all their parts.
Tara looked at her mother and wondered how she would fit in here, and why Paul wasn’t around to help her settle in. “So tell me about Paul,” Tara said after lunch, after she walked with her mother around the garden, admiring the sunflowers peeking out through the greenhouse glass. “He’s sweet, Tara, he really is and he’s nice to me. Sometimes,” she paused and then said, “Sometimes, all you can really ask for is someone to be nice to you and want your company.”
Tara bit her lip and said “Mom, do you love him?” Eileen clicked her tongue and said, “What sort of a question is that? Come on, I’ll show you your room.”
Tara followed her mother back into the house, and on the way, passed by a half-open door through which she glimpsed Denise bending over and whispering playfully to Noah, but he frowned and pushed her away, catching Tara’s eye through the crack in the door. She quickly scuttled away, following her mother down the hallway.
*****
Loud sounds filled the air as Tara awoke from her nap. The patch of sky visible from the window had turned a dark indigo as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The loud sounds continued to carry in the evening air and Tara realized that she was listening in on a heated argument. The voices were carrying in through the window and Tara slowly made her way to the window and stuck her head out to see light spilling out from a window not too far away from hers. She recognized the high pitched voice as Denise’s and figured that the lower, relatively calmer one belonged to Noah. She knew she was invading their privacy, but she shrugged it off; if they wanted to be private they shouldn’t have been yelling so loudly.
