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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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    I am a Native American
Storyteller. Some of our stories are best told by day. Other
stories are best told by night. Please visit me at my
website: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com .
     
    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