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Morning in the Park

Some days you just know how it's going to go, and as soon as he woke up and felt his cock laying heavy on his thigh, he knew what needed to happen. Just to be sure he wrapped his paw around it and felt it swell a and stiffen. He didn't stoke it though, no, this wasn't some idle morning wood; this one deserved better.

Releasing his cock before a knot could form, he rolled out of bed and made a couple of calls. No, he told his assistant, he would not be in until latter.

"I'm going for a jog in the park." He said before hanging up.

After a quick shower he brushed out his grey fur. When he looked up and saw his yellow lupin eyes staring back at him he knew that today would be special. Once his fur was dry he slipped on a sweatshirt, track pants and sneakers. No underwear though, they would just get in the way. He grabbed a couple essential items and headed out.

He knew the park well, having lived next to it for many years. The Catholic Church was on the North side, the Parish Office and residence was on the East and the Catholic girls' school was on the West. A long brick wall with a gate that mostly stood open to allow public access ran along the South side. The park was popular with joggers in the early hours and with mothers with their pre-schoolers during the day.

It was also a popular shortcut for the girls attending the school on the West side.

He jogged around a bit, waved to the regulars who were just finishing their morning runs, and then ducked behind a cedar hedge that lined the path between the gate and the West side. The cedars looked thick, but there was a wide empty space between their lush green curtain and the cold stone wall. One could move parallel to the path unseen there.

He waited. Patience was a virtue, he reminded himself. He waited until all the joggers had left for work. He waited until the squealing girls travelling in groups had passed. He waited until the school bell announced that class was beginning.

Now the park would be empty but for a few stragglers; maybe a creature or two late for work, maybe a young mother out early with her baby a stroller ..... maybe a tardy schoolgirl who missed her bus.

He knew where the gaps in the hedge were. At each one he poked his sensitive nose through first to sample the air before peeking around, but the path remained empty and he began to worry that all his preparation was for naught.

Then he saw her, strolling along in her blue blazer and plaid skirt as if she did not have a care in the world.

Her head was woolly, but her outfit was tight, indicating that she had recently been sheared. Her wool was pure and white, as white as the starched blouse under her blazer. As white as the plain cotton panties he was sure she was wearing under her skirt.

He felt a stirring in his track pants. Yes, this was the one. A perfect little sheep, as sweet and innocent as the virgin mother the church was dedicated to. No wonder the Lord had chosen one like her to be mother to the lamb of God, he thought, the horny old bastard. He reminded himself to confess the blasphemy later, among other sinful things he was about to commit.

She was moving slowly, listening to the songbirds and watching the butterflies. She would soon pass by a spot where the cedar canopy was thin. He rushed to get there first and forced his breathing to stay even; wouldn't want to huff and puff and give the game away, he reminded himself.

When she was even with him he burst out of the hedge like his ancestors must have when they ambushed prey, and was on her before she saw him coming. She was surprised, and that was good. That made it so much better. With one paw over her mouth and the other around her waist he dragged the struggling sheep back behind the hedge.

He did not take her far. There was a wider space a few metres away and once there he shoved her against the wall. Keeping one paw over her mouth he groped under her skirt, found the elastic of the cotton panties he had anticipated and slipped his other paw inside them.

He felt skin at first, more proof of a recent shearing. Then he felt a tuft of thick, curly wool. His digits brushed past it, to the naked thighs below, and the bald mound of her sex.

His hips ground against her backside as his digits explored her. He squeezed and caressed the tender flesh at her groin, rubbed her smooth thighs, and forced a digit between the split mound. She was dry, at first, but that would not last long. The female body was a wonderful thing, he thought, a true testament to the Maker. Even when in danger or fear for its life it would produce the lubricating fluids it needed to keep from being damaged. But just in case he had brought a small packet of petroleum jelly, which he could explain away as for the corns on his feet, to keep them from rubbing while he jogged.

He was leaning over her, his hot breath in her ear. His middle digit was deep inside her, his rough pads rubbing against the hard bump of flesh below the tuft of wool. He could feel her teeth on the digit of his other paw, but she was not biting hard enough to stop him. Still, he had better things to do with that paw.

He pulled it away from her mouth but took her by the neck with his powerful jaws. He did not put enough pressure in it to break the skin or crush her trachea, but it was enough to control her and keep her from crying out.

With his freed paw he groped her chest. The white blouse had snaps instead of buttons and he pulled it apart easily. She had no bra on underneath. She didn't need one, he supposed, because her tits were small, firm and perky. He pinched one cruelly and was rewarded with a gasp and the involuntary hardening of the nipple.

His cock was as hard as a rock now, and it ached from neglect. The knot was already fully formed and irritated by the rough material of his sweats. He abandoned her cunt and used that paw to pull the track pants down to his knees. The he released her neck, spun her around and forced her to her knees.

She shook her woolly head from side to side, but he steadied it with both paws as he drove his cock into her mouth. It was slick and warm inside. With the dribble of his pre-cum mingling with her salvia he was able to slide it in and out easily. He rocked his hips back and pulled her head into him when he drove them forward again. After a few stokes its tapered tip was tickling the back of her throat as his knot slammed her lips against her teeth.

It did not take long. The sight of her woolly head with his cock disappearing and reappearing into it was more than he could take after a morning of being on the edge. When he felt himself cum he pulled her head against his groin and held it there as he jerked and spurted out what felt like a bucket of cum. She had to swallow it as fast as it came and snort air through her nose to keep from choking.

When he was spent she was gasping for air around his still stiff cock, her arms hanging limply at her sides her as cum dribbled down her chin.

He was far from done though. One go was not nearly enough when he was in this mood and besides, his cock was still engorged with blood trapped by the angry knot at its base.

He pushed her back on her heels and to the ground. Her chest was exposed, pink nipples pointing to the sky, and when he lifted her plaid skirt and gathered it at her waist he could see the smooth bald mound below the triangle of white wool. With her knees bent and her legs spread she was totally exposed and vulnerable, and that just increased his lust.

Shuffling forward he knelt between her legs. Leaning over her he whispered to her to keep quiet as he took the packet of lube out from the pouch in his sweatshirt, bit it to tear it open and squeezed the contents into his paw.

He rubbed the petroleum jelly along the length of his cock and over his knot. Then he put one paw beside her shoulder and guided the tip of his cock to her cunt with the other.

He found the slit in her mound easily, and the tapered tip split it and entered smoothly. It was considerably thicker farther down, but the lube kept it from binding or tearing her tender flesh as he forced it deeper, revelling in the tightness of her twat.

When he felt his knot against the shaved skin inside her thighs he stopped, put his other paw down and lifted his hips up by extending his legs so that his whole weight was borne by his paws and his toes. It made his cock pull back until just the tip was still inside. Then he let that weight drop straight down.

It was like exercising, rearing up and dropping his hips down repeatedly, with nothing but the slick sensitive skin of his cock in contact with her. Yet when he was up at arms' length he could look down between them and see the angry red pole moving in and out of her pink twat. It was exhilarating, and it made him feel young and full of strength again.

Having cum once already he was in no rush for the second. He kept up his sexual aerobics for as long as he could, and a bit longer than he thought he could, but after a few minutes his arms and legs were trembling and his cock was aching for more. He lowered himself down, dropping to his elbows and knees, and used the muscles in his abdomen to thrust at her, relishing in the full body contact he now had on her slim frame.

He gripped her head with his big paws and swore into her ear in a soft voice, calling her a slut, a whore, a little temptress. All the while he continued to prod and poke her.

She just lay there taking it at first, but when he started calling her names her arms came up around his shoulders and her legs locked together just above his tail. Then her hips began to jerk up to meet his, her legs tightening to pull him in farther and farther into her with each thrust.

They both gasped when his knot popped inside her. He tried to pull it back but her cunt clamped down around it, trapping him inside. Now she was the one calling him dirty names as she writhed and twisted between him and the dusty ground. Now she was the one who was grinding and thrusting with abandon.

Although he had lost the stimulus from his cock sliding inside her velvety cunt the rhythmic contractions on his shaft and knot more than made up for it. Exhausted and sweaty, and stimulated beyond endurance, he relaxed and let her twat massage him to his second orgasm.

It was a good one. Not a series of cannon shots like the first but a long, drawn out draining of the balls that made his breath catch in his throat and his heart beat out of cadence. With one last groan he was done, for real this time.

It was so satisfying that his knot, which normally would stay inflated for another twenty minutes or more, began to shrink almost immediately. In just a few minutes, long enough for him to catch his breath, he was able to pull it back out of her sweet cunt.

He sat back on his knees, looking down on her. She was exhausted too. Having to take on a wolf twice one's size tended to be tiring. She was still on her back with her jacket and blouse open, her skirt up and her legs splayed. She was covered in sweat and cum, but in her uniform and blue knee socks she looked so vulnerable and innocent that he actually felt something akin to warmth toward her, now that his lust was spent.

She would recover her senses soon, and it was time that he was gone, but here was one thing left to do. He reached into to pocket of his track pants and brought out a thick, heavy, leather object.

"What do I owe you for today, Angie?"

The sheep got to her knees, straightening her skirt and doing up her blouse. "For the role play and multiple shots on goal, two-fifty. Add fifty for going bare-back and another fifty for the wear and tear on the outfit ... altogether that's three-fifty."

He pulled four hundred dollar bills from his wallet and tucked them into the breast pocket of her blazer.

"You're the best Angie. Keep the change."

"Hey, thanks Father."

He smiled benignly down on her. She was a member of his flock, after all, no matter her profession. "See you in Church on Sunday? I'll be doing the sermon about Mary Magdalene and how no one is beyond redemption."

Angie smirked as she dusted off her blazer. "You want me to reform now, Father?"

"Uhm ... not just yet. Can we do the Naughty Nurse at your place Tuesday afternoon next week? I have to visit Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows that morning for the induction of the new members of their nursing order and seeing the young ladies in their blue and white outfits always makes me horny."

"Sure Father. I'll get the enema hose sanitized just for you."

"Like I said, Angie, you're the greatest"