{"sf1_id":725017,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Unintended Intruder - 09","author":"Little Red Wolf","words":2226,"posted_at":"2014-07-02T01:18:00.000Z","tags":["F/F","Human","Humor","Impregnation","M/F","Oviposition","Roleplay","f/f/m"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/725017-unintended-intruder-09","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/725017","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=725017\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"A grueling countdown began\nat the beginning of the day and caused the clock to drag by as if the whole\nworld were broken. Terry did his morning workout routine, but kept it light,\nwith extra stretching exercises. His meals consisted of extra protein and he\ncanceled a gaming get together with friends so that he could keep up his\nstrength. The clock took its sweet-ass time rounding about to 5pm, but when it\ndid ... he hit the door running.The night greeted him with\na crisp, coolness which renewed his vigor. It was difficult to keep the car at\na rational speed, but he managed to get across town in one piece. It was a\nstrange thing to pass the 'O'-Mart and see it closed for the night, but that\njust seemed to spike his blood pressure even harder when he thought of all the\nrules, social norms, and expected behaviors they were leaving in ruin.His finger trembled as he\npressed the button to her apartment, and was a little startled when the buzzer\nsounded without the traditional \"hello\" to make certain it was him. The three\nflights of stairs might as well have been one, for they were no match for him. Once\nat the top he stood frozen at her door. He could smell the pheromones from here.\nHe could smell her food and her hunger. His body was responding to it without\nhim even seeing her. Withdrawing for a moment, he began to stretch once more,\nand once properly limber, he took a deep breath, let it out slowly ... then\nknocked.A slight shift in the floor\nsignaled her approach. The deadbolt then slid aside ... and Abigale opened the\ndoor while wearing a Little Red Riding Hood outfit.\"Uh-ba ...\" he uttered as his\nmind went blank.\"Oh my,\" Abigale gasped dramatically.\n\"There's a wolf at the door!\" She stood there for a moment chewing on her lip\nand eyeballing him thoroughly ... then she let out a fake scream and rushed off\nto the bedroom ... leaving the door unlatched.The shock on his face\nshifted slowly into a lewd grin. Opening the door, he slipped in, closed, and\nlocked it behind him. The lights were low, and a few candles added some mood. The\nsmell of incense stung his nose and drew a lust to his manhood. He was certain\nit was some fancy aphrodisiac supplied by Marcy ... and he was curious as to\nwhere she might be hiding.Slipping out of his shoes,\nhe undid his blue jeans and tossed them over the couch. A peak around the\ncorner revealed Abigale laying on the bed in a sultry manner. Bare legs crossed\nat the knees, dangling one foot in a teasing manner. Leaning back on her elbows\npushed her generous cleavage forward. The excitement in her eyes was shared by\nthe grin on her lips.\"Welcome to my home, Mr.\nWolf,\" she teased in a childish tone.\"Naughty girl,\" Terry said\nin a fake gruff voice. \"Didn't your mother ever warn you about the wolves at\nyour door?\"\"She did, Mr. Wolf,\" she responded\ncoyly as she held his gaze, \"but she never met a wolf like you. Besides, you\nbeing here will keep the other wolves away.\"\"That might be true,\"\nTerry-wolf nodded as he glanced around for Marcy. He still did not see her.\n\"But what's to stop me from gobbling you up?\"\"Wolves only eat people\nwhen their hungry,\" Abigale lectured him as she spread her legs and revealed\nher white panties, \"but I know you won't eat me if I keep you well fed.\"\"Well fed ...\" he mumbled as\nhe dropped the rest of his clothes to the floor and crawled on all fours up to\nher. \"I like the way your mind works.\" The heady vapor drew him in, and like a\nperverted stalker, he pressed his nose to her white cotton and breathed deeply\nthe musk of her body. His hands ran along her smooth legs, which shivered as he\nroamed, and he took delight in the little moans which emitted from her as his\ntongue gave a little lick. His body was alert to the sound of her breath and\nthe softness of her skin. His nose pressed against her. \"Yes ...\" he moaned. \"This\nwill do nicely.\"Rubbing his face along the\ncotton covered mound, he teased the skin around the fabric and then pulled back\nenough to say, \"Little Red, Little Red, let me in ...\"\"N-not by the h-hair of my\nch-chinny-chin-chin ...\"\"Then I'll huff and I'll\npuff and I'll mmmmph ...\" before he could finish she wrapped her legs around his\nhead and pulled him in. Mutual giggles became growls and gasps as he gnawed at\nthe slowly soaking cotton that grew saturated with her juice and his saliva. The\noutline of her sex pressed up against the material and then he stumbled upon\nher sensitive button. A devious flick of his tongue caused her to gasp, and\nsoon he was dancing around her arena, using her noises to tell him the proper\nangle.Eventually his fingers worked\ntheir way around her elastic band. Terry-wolf pealed her panties down and then\npulled them off. \"Huff ... puff ... here I come,\" he growled as he tossed the\ngarment in a random direction. He dropped his head again, beheld her glistening\nlower-lips, and began to lick them with wolf-like lust.The game broke down as her\nchild-like moans became more adult. Terry discovered a great deal of her\nmoisture had flooded to the surface, and her taste intoxicated his senses. Her\nwarm skin was covered in her tangy slickness, and her gasps of delight rippled\nthrough his nerves, drawing blood to his surface, hardening his desire. Never\nhad going down on a woman excited him in this manner. It was as if her body\noozed aphrodisiac filled cream which he lapped like a thirsty wolf.The pitch of Abigale's\nscreams heightened in his ears. Rising and growing louder until her thighs\ncollapsed around his ears. A satisfying series of spasms twitched the muscles\nin her legs which announced to him a rush of success. A flood of Abby-cream\ncovered his tongue and he lapped and drank happily the fruits of his effort.When she finally settled,\nTerry leaned back and found he could barely think. As Little Red Abigale lay\nhelpless before him, he desired only one thing in the world. Instinct slid him\ninto her without effort and her wet folds swallowed him into her heat. The\nslick caress of her body rewarded every thrust of his man-hood and the whimpers\nof her breath spurred him onward. He knew he would not last long, but as he\nbegan to work his way into the home stretch, her arms and legs pulled him into\na crushing embrace and she let forth a primal scream.This signaled the final\npush to his own climax, which rushed into her like a stampeding herd. Every\npart of him clenched together, forcing his seed deep into her body, and\nscattering his senses like a pile of autumn leaves. When the greatest part of\nit settled, he rested upon her body and was rewarded with a slow kiss.\"Oh ... wow,\" Abigale huffed in\nthe Little Red voice once more, \"Oh dear ... it's the hunter.\"\"Dismount that maiden,\nanimal,\" growled the voice of the woman whom Terry had all but forgotten. Marcy\nwas standing directly behind him and he was in the most compromising position\nhe could think of. There was a shot of adrenalin, but this served only to\ntwitch his manhood again ... and try as he might, he could not pull out. \"Oh ... so\nthat's how it's going to be.\"The familiar sting of a\nriding crop glanced across his skin, and a surprised yelp burst from his lips. \"That's\nit,\" Marcy hissed as she slapped the leather along his flanks, \"up doggie! Up!\"\nThis game had taken an odd twist, but Terry could not help but play along. Pulling\nreluctantly free of Abigale's sweet embrace, he wobbled back off of the bed. \"Down,\"\nMarcy ordered, and he dropped to his knees before her.The shock of her appearance\nsmoldered him as he admired the way Marcy wore her cut-off jeans and a plaid\nflannel shirt which she had tied together at the bottom. \"The safe word is ...\ncoffee,\" she told him and he nodded a little more vigorously than he felt he\nshould. \"Now ... beg.\" Like a trained dog, Terry raised his hands like paws and\npanted. \"Bad dog!\" she shouted and she pressed him back against the bed with\nher foot. Her riding crop then stung across his flank in a way which pulsed\nblood back into his flaccid manhood. \"Tongue in when you beg to this hunter. Now\n... beg.\"He put his \"paws\" up again\nand she grinned at him. \"All fours,\" she ordered and he dropped to the floor. The\nbusiness end of her leather ran up his arms ... along his flank ... and across his\nbottom where she gave him a light tap. \"Present that rump.\" Arching his stomach\ntoward the ground, he presented his backside to her like a bitch in heat. The\nriding crop passed over his anus, and circled once before rubbing his taint,\nthen lowered between his hanging bits. The imminent danger caused him to clench\nand shiver with pleasure as she ran the leather up and down his length, before\ntaking it away.\"Roll over,\" she ordered\nand soon he was on the floor, looking up between her legs as her jean shorts\nfell onto his face. \"Stay,\" she ordered and soon she tossed the shorts off into\nthe corner and revealed her lack of undergarments. Straddling his face with\nher legs, Marcy leaned forward and pulled Abigale to the edge of the bed. \"Filthy\npuppy ... look at the mess you've made. Little Red Abigale, you should know\nbetter than to let the wolves in.\"\"Yes, Miss Marcy,\" Abigale pouted\nas if she was being chastised by her mother.\"I'll have to clean you up\nnow,\" Marcy sighed as she leaned forward.\"Yes, Miss Maa-haaaa-aaaaahh!\"\nAbigale cried out as her lover's tongue worked her sensitive parts. Terry\ntwitched as he stared at his boss' slick folds, and listened to the lewd\nslurping noised. Abby's gasping would have been enough, but he also knew his cum\nwas being sucked out like the filling of a tasty treat. Muscular thighs dangled\njust out of reach, teasing him in a way that seemed to vaporize his mind. A\nstrange hallucination occurred as he stared, and he swore there was a tongue\ninside of her that was licking her lower-lips. She then brought her body down\ntoward him, and this alien tongue reached out and french-kissed him.Marcy tasted different from\nAbigale, but the affect was no less intense. He cupped her bottom with his\nhands and lapped at her blessing. Tangy nectar oozed forth and he could not\nresist the sensations which burned his throat and caused his desire to roar to\nnew heights.A moment later she pulled\naway, crawling the rest of the way onto the bed, and draped herself over\nAbigale. With renewed passion they kissed, with both sets of lips. Waves of\nheat and the smells of sex caused Terry to disobey his orders, and rise to all\nfours. Hungry eyes stared upon the feminine parts as they pressed together then\nparted, leaving strands of love juice behind.\"Up! Up!\" Marcy's voice\nsuddenly broke one trance and caused him to enter another. \"Mount me puppy! Mount\nme like a good boy!\"Terry was shocked to hear\nhimself emit a sharp bark and then leap to his feet. With the grace of a horny\ncanine, he scampered up onto her presented backside and pressed his hungry\nerection into her. Marcy's gasp was different from Abigale's but it was no less\npleasing. Like a mangy mutt he thrust into the bitch, unable to control his\nbody, unable to see or hear anything beyond the moving and gasping of the\nwomen.Instinct pressed him\nforward into her wet warmth, then his teeth clenched automatically as he\ndragged slowly back. An odd assortment of emotions sent him into an almost\nconvulsive trance as he pressed forward again, invading the tight space then\nretreating to the cooling breeze of the candle-lit room. But as he drew out, he\nfelt Abigale's wet lips below. Thus, even when out of Marcy, he was still\ncaressed by Abigale.Marcy gasped and Abigale\nfondled her, suckling and groping in a needy manner. Sultry eyes looked up at\nTerry, cheering him onward as he pressed his hips harder ... deeper ... exploring\nthe depths of rippling flesh which greeted him in a unique manner.The heat of two lovers\nseared different parts of his soul. Wet skin slapped wet skin, creating lewd\nnoises which propelled them further. Whimpering and whining filled the room,\nsending them higher and higher until at last the flood rushed in. All at once a\nmanly roar ignited heavy passions as thick jets of ropey seed burst forth and\ncoated the life within. Marcy's child drew in his strength, drinking every\nspurt, growing in the layers of his desire. When the flow finally ebbed, the\nbodies shifted into another game ... then another ... continuing late into the\nnight, until sleep took him beyond the reach of their charms.","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/286725-unintended-intruder-10.json"}