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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 its 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 from here.

He could smell her food and her hunger. 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 slowly ... 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 gasped dramatically.

"There's a wolf at the door!" She stood there for a moment chewing on her lip

and eyeballing him thoroughly ... then she let out a fake 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 teased 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 responded

coyly 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 nodded as he glanced around for Marcy. He still did not see her.

"But what's to stop me from gobbling you up?""Wolves only eat people

when their hungry," Abigale lectured him 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 mumbled 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 that grew 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 growled 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. 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 which 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 she finally 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 herd. Every

part of him clenched together, forcing his seed deep into her body, and

scattering his senses like a pile of autumn leaves. When the greatest part of

it settled, he rested upon her body and was rewarded with a slow kiss."Oh ... wow," Abigale huffed in

the Little Red voice once more, "Oh dear ... it's the hunter.""Dismount that maiden,

animal," growled 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. Little Red Abigale, you should know

better than to let the wolves in.""Yes, Miss Marcy," Abigale pouted

as if she was being chastised by her mother."I'll have to clean you up

now," Marcy sighed as she leaned forward."Yes, Miss 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, crawling 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 assortment 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. 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.