Unintended Intruder - 12
A grueling countdown began at the beginning of the day and caused the clock to drag by as if the whole world were broken. Terry did his morning workout routine, but kept it light, with extra stretching exercises. His meals consisted of extra protein and he canceled a gaming get together with friends so that he could keep up his strength. The clock took it's sweet-ass time rounding about to 5pm, but when it did... he hit the door running.
The night greeted him with a crisp, coolness which renewed his vigor. It was difficult to keep the car at a rational speed, but he managed to get across town in one piece. It was a strange thing to pass the 'O'-Mart and see it closed for the night, but that just seemed to spike his blood pressure even harder when he thought of all the rules, social norms, and expected behaviors they were leaving in ruin.
His finger trembled as he pressed the button to her apartment, and was a little startled when the buzzer sounded without the traditional "hello" to make certain it was him. The three flights of stairs might as well have been one, for they were no match for him. Once at the top he stood frozen at her door. He could smell the pheromones. He could smell her food. His body was responding to it without him even seeing her. Withdrawing for a moment, he began to stretch once more, and once properly limber, he took a deep breath, let it out slow... then knocked.
A slight shift in the floor signaled her approach. The deadbolt then slid aside... and Abigale opened the door while wearing a Little Red Riding Hood outfit.
"Uh-ba..." he uttered as his mind went blank.
"Oh my," Abigale said dramatically. "There's a wolf at the door!" She let out a face scream and rushed off to the bedroom... leaving the door unlatched.
The shock on his face shifted slowly into a lewd grin. Opening the door, he slipped in, closed, and locked it behind him. The lights were low, and a few candles added some mood. The smell of incense stung his nose and drew a lust to his manhood. He was certain it was some fancy aphrodisiac supplied by Marcy... and he was curious as to where she might be hiding.
Slipping out of his shoes, he undid his blue jeans and tossed them over the couch. A peak around the corner revealed Abigale laying on the bed in a sultry manner. Bare legs crossed at the knees, dangling one foot in a teasing manner. Leaning back on her elbows pushed her generous cleavage forward. The excitement in her eyes was shared by the grin on her lips.
"Welcome to my home, Mr. Wolf," she said in a childish tone.
"Naughty girl," Terry said in a fake gruff voice. "Didn't your mother ever warn you about the wolves at your door?"
"She did, Mr. Wolf," she said as she held his gaze, "but she never met a wolf like you. Besides, you being here will keep the other wolves away."
"That might be true," Terry-wolf said as glanced around for Marcy, but he still did not see her, "But what's to stop me from gobbling you up?"
"Wolves only eat people when their hungry," Abigale said as she spread her legs and revealed her white panties, "but I know you won't eat me if I keep you well fed."
"Well fed..." he said as he dropped the rest of his clothes to the floor and crawled on all fours up to her, "I like the way your mind works." The heady vapor drew him in, and like a perverted stalker, he pressed his nose to her white cotton and breathed deeply the musk of her body. His hands ran along her smooth legs, which shivered as he roamed, and he took delight in the little moans which emitted from her as his tongue gave a little lick. His body was alert to the sound of her breath and the softness of her skin. His nose pressed against her. "Yes..." he moaned. "This will do nicely."
Rubbing his face along the cotton covered mound, he teased the skin around the fabric and then pulled back enough to say, "Little Red, Little Red, let me in..."
"N-not by the h-hair of my ch-chinny-chin-chin..."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll mmmmph..." before he could finish she wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him in. Mutual giggles became growls and gasps as he gnawed at the slowly soaking cotton which saturated with her juice and his saliva. The outline of her sex pressed up against the material and then he stumbled upon her sensitive button. A devious flick of his tongue caused her to gasp, and soon he was dancing around her arena, using her noises to tell him the proper angle.
Eventually his fingers worked their way around her elastic band, Terry-wolf pealed her panties down and then pulled them off. "Huff... puff... here I come," he said as he tossed the garment in a random direction. He dropped his head again, beheld her glistening lower-lips, and began to lick them with wolf-like lust.
The game broke down as her child-like moans became more adult in tone. Terry discovered a great deal of her moisture had flooded to the surface, and her taste intoxicated his senses. Her warm skin was covered in her tangy slickness, and her gasps of delight rippled through his nerves, drawing blood to his surface, hardening his desire. Never had going down on a woman excited him in this manner. It was as if her body oozed aphrodisiac filled cream and he lapped like a thirsty wolf.
The pitch of Abigale's screams heightened in his ears. Rising and growing louder until her thighs collapsed around his ears. A satisfying series of spasms twitched the muscles in her legs which announced to him a rush of success. A flood of Abby-cream covered his tongue and he lapped and drank happily the fruits of his effort.
When at last she settled, Terry leaned back and found he could barely think. As Little Red Abigale lay helpless before him, he desired only one thing in the world. Instinct slid him into her without effort and her wet folds swallowed him into her heat. The slick caress of her body rewarded every thrust of his man-hood and the whimpers of her breath spurred him onward. He knew he would not last long, but as he began to work his way into the home stretch, her arms and legs pulled him into a crushing embrace and she let forth a primal scream.
This signaled the final push to his own climax which rushed into her like a stampeding heard. Every part of him clenched together, forcing his seed deep into her body, and scattering his senses like a pile of autumn leaves. When at last the greatest part of it settled, he rested upon her body and was rewarded with a slow kiss.
"Oh... wow," Abigale said in the Little Red voice once more, "it's... the hunter..."
"Dismount that maiden, animal," said the voice of the woman whom Terry had all but forgotten. Marcy was standing directly behind him and he was in the most compromising position he could think of. There was a shot of adrenalin, but this served only to twitch his manhood again... and try as he might, he could not pull out. "Oh... so that's how it's going to be."
The familiar sting of a riding crop glanced across his skin, and a surprised yelp burst from his lips. "That's it," Marcy hissed as she slapped the leather along his flanks, "up doggie! Up!" This game had taken an odd twist, but Terry could not help but play along. Pulling reluctantly free of Abigale's sweet embrace, he wobbled back off of the bed. "Down," Marcy ordered, and he dropped to his knees before her.
The shock of her appearance smoldered him as he admired the way Marcy wore her cut-off jeans and a plaid flannel shirt which she had tied together at the bottom. "The safe word is... coffee," she told him and he nodded a little more vigorously than he felt he should. "Now... beg." Like a trained dog, Terry raised his hands like paws and panted. "Bad dog!" she shouted and she pressed him back against the bed with her foot. Her riding crop then stung across his flank in a way which pulsed blood back into his flaccid manhood. "Tongue in when you beg to this hunter. Now... beg."
He put his "paws" up again and she grinned at him. "All fours," she ordered and he dropped to the floor. The business end of her leather ran up his arms... along his flank... and across his bottom where she gave him a light tap. "Present that rump." Arching his stomach toward the ground, he presented his backside to her like a bitch in heat. The riding crop passed over his anus, and circled once before rubbing his taint, then lowered between his hanging bits. The imminent danger caused him to clench and shiver with pleasure as she ran the leather up and down his length, before taking it away.
"Roll over," she ordered and soon he was on the floor, looking up between her legs as her jean shorts fell onto his face. "Stay," she ordered and soon she tossed the shorts off into the corner and revealed her lack of undergarments.
Straddling his face with her legs, Marcy leaned forward and pulled Abigale to the edge of the bed. "Filthy puppy... look at the mess you've made. Abby, you should no better than to let the wolves in."
"Yes, Marcy," Abigale said as if she was being chastised by her mother.
"I'll have to clean you up now," Marcy said as she leaned forward.
"Yes, Maa-haaaa-aaaaahh!" Abigale cried out as her lover's tongue worked her sensitive parts. Terry twitched as he stared at his boss' slick folds, and listened to the lewd slurping noised. Abby's gasping would have been enough, but he also knew his cum was being sucked out like the filling of a tasty treat. Muscular thighs dangled just out of reach, teasing him in a way that seemed to vaporize his mind. A strange hallucination occurred as he stared, and he swore there was a tongue inside of her that was licking her lower-lips. She then brought her body down toward him, and this alien tongue reached out and french-kissed him.
Marcy tasted different from Abigale, but the affect was no less intense. He cupped her bottom with his hands and lapped at her blessing. Tangy nectar oozed forth and he could not resist the sensations which burned his throat and caused his desire to roar to new heights.
A moment later she pulled away, crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, and draped herself over Abigale. With renewed passion they kissed, with both sets of lips. Waves of heat and the smells of sex caused Terry to disobey his orders, and rise to all fours. Hungry eyes stared upon the feminine parts as they pressed together then parted, leaving strands of love juice behind.
"Up! Up!" Marcy's voice suddenly broke one trance and caused him to enter another. "Mount me puppy! Mount me like a good boy!"
Terry was shocked to hear himself emit a sharp bark and then leap to his feet. With the grace of a horny canine, he scampered up onto her presented backside and pressed his hungry erection into her. Marcy's gasp was different from Abigale's but it was no less pleasing. Like a mangy mutt he thrust into the bitch, unable to control his body, unable to see or hear anything beyond the moving and gasping of the women.
Instinct pressed him forward into her wet warmth, then his teeth clenched automatically as he dragged slowly back. An odd assortments of emotions sent him into an almost convulsive trance as he pressed forward again, invading the tight space then retreating to the cooling breeze of the candle-lit room. But as he drew out, he felt Abigale's wet lips below. Thus, even when out of Marcy, he was still caressed by Abigale.
Marcy gasped and Abigale fondled her, suckling and groping in a needy manner. Sultry eyes looked up at Terry, cheering him onward as he pressed his hips harder... deeper... exploring the depths of rippling flesh which greeted him in a unique manner.
The heat of two lovers seared different parts of his soul. Wet skin slapped wet skin, creating lewd noises which propelled them further. Whimpering and whining filled the room, sending them higher and higher until at last the flood rushed in. All at once a manly roar ignited heavy passions as thick jets of ropey seed burst forth and coated the life within. Marcy's child drew in his strength, drinking every spurt, growing in the layers of his desire. And when the flow finally ebbed, the bodies shifted into another game... then another... continuing late into the night, until sleep took him beyond the reach of their charms.