I opened the door and there were two more wolves looking up at me. One was solid black and the other was a little bigger and was almost cinnamon colored. “Party was about to start without you,” I told them. “Change and get your asses up here.” I moved toward the bed when I heard one jump inside. I turned around and he did that wavering thing Bree had described, rearing up on his hind legs and it seemed as if he were made of smoke and just kept going. He looked like the Black guy who had been doing the Old Spice commercials. It made me wonder if there were any ugly werewolves. No wonder they keep themselves a secret. Otherwise they'd have women (and men?you just know there have to be gay werewolves) all over them all the time. Number Three was close behind and when he stopped swirling, he looked like a professional swimmer. I suddenly wondered if anyone had ever seen Michael Phelps or Ryan Lochte on a full moon. His reddish-brown hair was buzzed short.
Frankly, they all looked stoned out of their minds, and I wondered how easy it was for Bree to carry on a conversation with Mikah. Just as well?I didn't rent a RV to interview them. “For now I'll just call you Huey, Dewey, and Dutch.” Get over on the bed with Dutch. If someone else gets here he'll just have to wait. You snooze, you lose.” I didn't have enough cuffs for more than five guys. I should have just bought in bulk. Too bad Walmart doesn't carry them. Believe me, I checked. Speaking of checking, I put my hands at the bottom of the new guys' ballsacks and slowly pulled upwards. I was rewarded with feeling them get hard and their cocks growing to follow my hands upward. They felt feverish, but Bree had mentioned werewolves tend to run hot. I had thought she was talking about sex. I should have known.
When I looked up, both of their eyes had gone an almost molten gold color. I looked back over at Dutch and his were now the same shade. I must be doing something right. I ordered them to take their dicks and get next to Dutch the way I had just told them to do. In another minute they were all cuffed. They looked at each other and started laughing. Again, not the response I was used to, but given the state of their erections, everything seemed to be working. I put my foot on the bed and leaned forward, giving them a better look (and sniff) at the goods. That changed their schoolgirl giggles into a hungry silence. Good.
"I don't know about you," I said, turning and pulling out a black leather bag, "but a full moon makes me horny." I pulled out my favorite strap on dildo that the Funfactory calls "Share." I let them watch me insert the silicone Share inside myself so I could stimulate my G-spot and clit while I was using the other end to get all close and personal with my first Wolfboy. "Ever hear of pegging?" I asked, adding a little rasp to my voice.
Three heads shook "no" as if they were all connected. Sigh--virgins are extra work. "It's real simple. While I'm wearing this, one of you is about to get your prostate massaged. You do know where the other end is going to go, right?"
Dutch's eyes widened, and seemed a little more golden. "That's awfully big," he said in a small voice. "I don't know if I could fit that in. Maybe you have something smaller?"
I bent over, letting my heavy breasts brush against his cheeks. That brought his cock to full attention. "I was told you guys can heal from almost anything as long as it doesn't involve silver. This happens to be silicone, so you're safe. I think you're a big boy, and once you get used to being filled, you'll have no problem.” I took a pair of latex gloves out of the black (magic) bag and made an extra loud slapping sound with them. Dewey actually flinched. I took Bree's lube and squeezed some on my index finger. The stuff started out as brown, but once I started rubbing it together it went clear. I stuck my finger in Dutch's ass, first starting shallow, pushing as much lube in as I could. I began to make small circles to get him to relax. When I felt that happen, I added some more lube to my middle finger and continued, making sure I got the lube in as far as possible.
I glanced over at Huey and Dewey. Their eyes were practically glowing. I wondered if I got them to the point of orgasm, would I be able to read a newspaper by their eye glow? I would save on my battery.
Dutch tightened again, and I went back to pushing and spreading my fingers in to get him to widen. "Relax, Wolfboy. At this rate you couldn't survive a pencil dick, let alone what I've got planned for you." I spread my fingers a little more and felt him respond. When I thought he was ready I pulled my fingers out and added more lube to the end of the Share.
I circled around his ass with the tip of it, then gently pushed it in about an inch until I started meeting resistance. I pulled it out and added more lube. I was making sure it was spreading. I kept repeating this, going in deeper each time. I could barely hear Huey and Dewey breathing. "Ok, Wolfboy--roll over because we're about to do this doggy style."
He looked confused, but followed my instructions. I had him spread his legs more and lean forward. His cock was big enough in this position where the tip was touching the bed. I had him just where I wanted him. His cock was hard, but got even harder when I rubbed the lube on to the tip. "This isn't a hand job, Wolfboy. I'm just getting you ready." I pushed him back into the position. I started to fuck him and as I thrust, it forced the tip of his cock to rub against the bed. I could feel his body tense, although he wasn't tightening up around the Share. "Oh, Dutch," I whispered, "you're a real bottom boy, aren't you? You really like the feel of this, huh? Can't get enough?" I thrust harder, figuring if what Bree had told me about their healing speed was even halfway true, I didn't even need for any of them to have a safe word. I really liked that idea and speeded up. The pressure was giving me bonus points in my own clit.
I slowed down a little, but pushed further, which increased the amount of his cock that was sliding across the sheet. Dutch was breathing heavy now. "I wonder which one of you is the biggest bottom? Will it be Huey, Dewey, or Dutch?" I sped up again and Dutch gave a little yelp and exploded across the sheet. I pushed him over roughly. "Did I tell you that you could come, Wolfboy? Did I?" I loved the look of embarrassment on his face. I took a finger full of the splooge and used it to mark an X across his chest.
"You've been a bad boy, Wolfy. Don't they teach you discipline in your Pack? From what I've been reading up on wolves, you need to know you aren't the Dom. That would be me." I turned to Dewey and yelled at him. "You! Get up on your knees and start stroking that limp dick of yours. I want it getting hard." I squeezed some more lube into the palm of my hand and slathered it on Dewey's dick. He smiled and started to rub one out. "Enough!" I yelled. "You--Wolfboy who doesn't follow instructions--move closer to Dewey and give him a blow job. I want to watch. I bet Huey does too. Get that mouth busy!" I knew the lube was organic and could be used for oral, but I figured if werewolves could chow down on a deer they had brought down, the lube wasn't an issue.
Dewey's head rolled back and he was doing a sort of choking laugh. Dutch looked as if he had some experience, or he just had natural talent. I didn't figure Dewey's bar was set very high. "Lick his balls," I instructed Dutch. "Lick them really, really, slowly. And Dewey--if you come before I give you permission, I'll make sure you're going to be extremely sorry." Doing three guys at once is a lot like the old act of spinning plates on sticks. You had to keep giving attention to everything. Dutch and Dewey seemed to be properly occupied.
"Huey!" I yelled, and I got a satisfying jump from him as an award. "Good to see you're awake. Lay flat!" I started again, doing the lube and fingers up his ass. I suppose he had been paying enough attention where I didn't need to tell him to relax. I pushed the lube in a bit deeper, and spread my fingers. What the hell--as long as I wasn't wearing silver rings I wasn't supposed to be able to really hurt them. I grabbed more lube and pushed in a third finger, and then a fourth. He started making little squeeky sounds. Dewey and Dutch looked over and I told them to do what they were ordered to do. Dutch made a slurping sound and I went back to Huey.
I pushed him completely flat on his back, then put a couple of pillows underneath him to get his body to the height I wanted. Reaching back into my black leather bag, I took out some bondage tape and
secured his hands to his ankles. I noticed the other two slowing down, apparently trying to figure out what I was doing. "It ain't gonna suck itself!" I yelled at Dutch. "How much punishment do you want?"
I needed him vulnerable and this helped. I started pushing in the Share and he took it more quickly and easily than Dutch had. "Guess I know who's in the running for the biggest bottom, Huey." I reached down and tried to grab his balls, but they were just a little too far away. In my attempt, my breast swept against his cock and he made the squeeky sound again. I wondered if there was such a thing as a butch werewolf. "You--Dewey--switch places and start sucking on Dutch. Pay extra attention to his balls. You're not allowed to come yet!" I figured that would help delay his orgasm. God knows I was in no hurry.
I pulled out of Huey and the Share made a satisfying "pop." I leaned over to feel around in my bag and pulled out a black leather strap, about a quarter of an inch wide--three feet long. I quickly started wrapping it around his balls, creating what I thought of as a proper werewolf leash. I gave it a tug and was gratified to watch Huey react. Yeah, that would work. Now for some decent cock and ball torture. And the best part--anything I did would heal. These guys were the best toys I've ever had. I wondered if they healed as well when it wasn't the full moon. I'd get around to asking later.
I lubed up the Share again, enjoying my own reactions as every time I pushed against his ass I pushed against my clit. If I angled just right, I also hit my G-spot and it was such a win/win. While I was fucking him, I used the loose end of the leather strap and whipped his cock, then yanked on his balls. He let out a sharp breath. "You think you're special? Just because you're the biggest bottom here doesn't make you special! You don't get to come until I tell you to, either!" I looked over at the other two, who were trying to watch everything I was doing while keeping up their assignment. Maybe there was some hope for them after all.
I went back to Huey, using the strap as a leash, pulling his balls closer to me as he let out a low moan. "No coming!" I screamed at him. I was having the best time. I slapped his cock with the end of the leather strap even harder while I continued to peg him with stronger thrusts. When I thought he was right at the edge, I pulled out of him and he kept doing shallow breaths.
"You! Dewey! Legs on top of my shoulders." Good thing I was a strong woman. The fucker's legs were heavy. I pushed lube in with my fingers, getting him ready. I felt Dutch's golden eyes on me and I could barely resist laughing. I slammed the Share into Dewey without any warning or additional preparation. I wanted to see what these wolves could take. He jerked forward as if I had punched him in the stomach. I figured by this time the Share had so much lube on it it was a wonder it didn't slide out of its harness. I thrust him hard again, then sped up, pushing in deeper until the pressure on my side started making me hurt instead of turning me on. I eased up a bit, using a slightly different angle. Dewey started doing shallow breaths the way Huey had done a moment ago.
I yanked the Share out and then undid the bondage tape from Huey. "Ok, boys. It's time. You now have my permission to come!" God--they acted as if it were Christmas and their birthday rolled into one. They got so excited. I quickly released them from the cuffs. There was a flurry of activity as they started meeting their own needs. I stood back just as Huey started to explode from masturbating himself. His thick jism spat out and he sneezed at the same time and suddenly he was a wolf sitting on my bed, looking confused. Dewey and Dutch laughed and they both came and as the jism struck my breasts, they both sneezed and turned back into wolves.
The three of them rolled over like puppies. The leather strap I had tied around Huey's balls had slipped off when he went wolfy. The size difference was too great. His dick and balls were much more impressive as a human. Made me wonder if there were werehorses.
"As long as you're back to being furry you might as well make yourselves useful. I'm going to lie down and I want you to lick your cum off this perfect rack." I spread myself out. "But you damn well better be back into human form before you start licking this pussy. It would be too kinky for me to have you looking like a pack of German Shepherds while eating me out. I also don't trust your teeth." They crowded around and started cleaning me off. Their tongues felt strange, but I wasn't complaining.
They stared at each other, their tongues hanging out, looking comical. Then all at once they went smoky-swirly again and were back in their human shapes. "About damn time," I said. "Come make Mama proud!"
Dutch
"Wow--best damn Run ever!"
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If you enjoyed Wolf My Ass, you should also check out the first in this series, Bree: Wolf Run. Meanwhile, here’s an excerpt from another werewolf couple--Jax and Dallas: Eye of Wolf:
Jax
…Seattle had been the first time I had tricked with a guy who wasn't another wolf, where we were “doing it for Pack solidarity.” Talk about PC bullshit. His name had been Brian. He had strawberry blonde hair and a goofy smile. We met at Rplace, on the night they offered a contest for amateur strippers. He got up on the platform that served as a stage and really got into it. He might not have had the best body ripping his clothes off that night, but he knew how to rock an audience.
He proved as enthusiastic in bed as he had been on the stage. I was so self-conscious. One of the problems with being pretty much raised in an all-Wolf environment (which included being home-schooled) was not having a lot of practice being in bed with someone who didn't immediately heal if things got a little rough. And since as a werewolf you're supernaturally strong anyway, it was always having to slow down and monitor how much you have to pull back. And when you're in the grip of passion, holding back is the last thing you want to do.
That's why it made sense to just limit yourself to other Supes. Being with a human meant a lot of time with the lights off so your partner didn't notice your eyes going golden. As a potential alpha, I had enough control to keep the gold out of my eyes most of the time, but that didn't mean it was easy. Being with another Supe felt like unbuttoning too tight jeans—just a sense of relief. At that point I had never “come out” as a Supe to a human before. Brian had been a lot of fun, but definitely not boyfriend material. And I sure wasn't ready for a relationship at the age of nineteen.
A couple of months later, Jacob had shown up at my door. His excuse was that our father was getting worse—but I knew he just wanted to see what life was like away from the Pack. Not that he'd ever leave it. He had that disturbing mixture of envy and contempt he wore like a bad piece of clothing. I showed him around. I treated him nice, but the second evening had ended with him slashing my sofa with his claws. I broke his arm (which healed in a few minutes while it took me a lot longer to buy a new sofa). I didn't see him again until I came back to Run with the Pack three months later.
Father did look a little worse after not seeing him for awhile. Werewolves can heal from almost any injury (other than weapons made of silver or beheadings)--but he had a genetic disorder. There's no cure for that. He seemed as strong as ever. When we Ran, he was at the head of the Pack—from his own strength—not by sliding by on his status. But we had known for years the calendar wasn't his friend.
The time I spent in Seattle away from the Pack increased. I was always able to find one excuse or another. I joined a couple of sports teams. Found out I was a natural at soccer, although I had to always hold back with my strength. The gay swim-team was a perfect match for me, where there was no way I might seriously injure another player the way I might in soccer. The water resistance was a constant reminder for me not to break any world records for speed. When I turned twenty-one I took a job at the gay bar I had been at most weekends with my fake ID.
Working first as a bar-back and then as a bouncer let me use my strength in a way that didn't call attention to myself. I also loved checkin
g IDs at the door, since it gave me a chance to sniff out other Supes. Supes didn't tend to get damaged the way humans did if sex got a little fierce. If I had just stayed with my Pack I would never had had the opportunity to even meet so many different members of the Supernatural community, let alone bed them.
Dallas
My arms were around him, but my thoughts were on the head that was a few feet away from Jacob's body. The smell of his blood was overwhelming me. Bringing down a deer is such a turn on in terms of the scent of fresh blood. But the Wolf tinged smell of human blood was in a whole other league. When something like this happened, it was always a reminder of how easy it would be to give in to instinct and start hunting humans.
The first Pack I belonged to after I left New Orleans had a Challenge after I had been there for a couple of months—two Runs. I had barely had enough time to get to know most people's names, let alone all the unspoken affiliations, favors owed, and unforgiving enemies. Shit, I had only slept with three other Pack members. For me that was like having my virginity restored. I think it was the longest I've gone without sex since I starting getting hairs on my balls…
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