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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** “My daytime ride is a Softail Harley, my nighttime ride is a hardtail Harley” was the line that caught Jim’s attention from the table behind theirs. He had laughed despite himself, which had sparked up a conversation with the biker couple behind them and soon the boys were getting on like a house on fire. Despite coming from two very different backgrounds, Jim and Tank seemed to really enjoy each other’s company and sense of humour. Their wives on the other hand, that was another story, they seemed to be at odds with one another from the start, something akin to a high school feud as they constantly tried to one up each other. Harley was Tanks wife, much like him, she too was an ebony furred wolf, but with long fiery red hair to match her temperament, all contained in a modest five foot one inch frame. She even dressed the part with the leather vest over her white top and ripped blue denims, the lithe dark furred wolf had an air of “fuck around and find out” about her that she looked as though she could back up too. Jim didn’t doubt that if you looked up the term “firecracker” in a dictionary, there would be a picture of Harley there. On the other end of the spectrum, where Harley seemed tough, hard, and full of sharp edges, was Cynthia, Jim’s wife. Being a cream furred Great Pyrenees bitch with long blond hair and blue eyes, she just screamed “marshmallow”. She was taller and a lot more curvy than Harley too, yet somehow her more calm and reserved personality made her seem smaller than the brash and loud young she wolf. At least that was the case usually, Jim had never seen his wife act like this before, something about the other woman just brought out her temper and competitiveness. Things only seemed to get worse, or at least, more ridiculous the more the girls had to drink as well. Jim and Tank had simply been trying to enjoy themselves and not paying their wives much attention, so they only caught snippets of the conversation leading up to what would inevitably make for quite a memorable night. “You city boys think you're so goddamn tough. I'd chew you up and spit you out” Harley was busy growling at a confused looking Jim, after Cynthia had apparently been extolling at length about how hard her husband worked in his blue-collar job. The fiery red headed bitch was waving her half empty beer bottle at him accusingly, as if he had been the one bragging about how tough he was. “Oh yeah, well you biker bitches always talk a big game. Why not put your money where your mouth is?” Cynthia shot back with a slight slur to her words as well. “I bet I could fuck the wheels of your man and have him begging for more, scrawny ass bitch!” the fluffy, blond-haired homemaker snorted derisively. “I’m not scrawny, I’m petite…you fucking saggy assed whore” Harley countered, along with a smug grin. “My ass is not saggy, right Tank?” Cynthia turned to ask the bitchy she wolf’s husband, who suddenly looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh yeah, well if my husband has been checking out your ass so much, how about we talk about yours checking out my tits?” Harley smirked over at Jim, who began coughing and spluttering just as he was about to take a sip of his latest beer. “What tits? You’re flatter than the Bonneville Speedway…” Cynthia said mockingly while openly cupping and hefting her ample bust in the smaller she wolfs direction. “Oh yeah, I bet my cunt is tighter than yours and I’d make your man howl and beg for mercy” Harley growled as she slammed her now empty beer bottle down on the table before her, though now her glare was locked on a startled looking Jim. “And I bet I could make your man call me mommy with my pussy, because unlike you, mine is actually tight” Cynthia countered with a growl of her own as she stared hard at Tank, who looked equally as stunned as his new friend Jim. Slowly the guys turned to look at one another, without speaking a word, they very clearly had the same thought of "is this really happening?" As if to confirm their unspoken thought, both Cynthia and Harley growled out in unison a questioning “well” as they stared at the men. Apparently, they were no longer just posturing, now they actually seemed like they had something to prove. "I'm game if you are?" Tank was the first to answer as he looked Jim’s wife over. She was indeed very different from his own wife, and both women were also very attractive in their own ways too, there was no denying that. "Eh, sure...why not?" Jim replied after a long moment as he looked Harley over as well. She was a bit on the smaller side than he was used to, but she seemed tough. It wasn’t like an offer like this came along every day either, plus they were on vacation as well, so why not enjoy all the local sites and entertainments while he could. After settling their tab at the bar, it was a short walk across the road to the shabby looking motel, where two rooms on opposite sides of the horseshoe layout were paid for in cash. Harley all but dragged Jim out of the front office and to the furthest room, while Cynthia damn near frog marched Tank to the other. Soon they were alone with their prospective partners for the night, and the girls were eager to prove their points. Before either Jim or Tank could say a word, they were standing in a strange motel room, with another mans naked wife staring at them expectantly. ***************************************************************************************** Harley stared up at Jim, suddenly realizing just how big the Tibetan Mastiff really was. Jim was a good head taller than her husband, also a lot better built. She vaguely recalled that fluffy bitch of his talking about how he worked in construction, which made sense now that she saw him with his shirt off. Jim was almost a decade older than her, but he was still in great shape, well defined muscles and only a slight muscle gut. But what really caught her eye, was that thick sheath he sported when he finally removed his pants and underwear. Tank was a good size for sure, but Jim looked like he was packing a Howitzer in his pants, and for the first time, Harley began to wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. But no, she had too much to prove to that uppity city bitch to back out now! The younger she wolf got down on her knees before the big, gruff looking older mutt and immediately began to kiss and lick at his crotch. He stared down at her passively with his calm green eyes, his hands at his hips as he let her do what she wanted, until finally his thick red rocket began to slip free and out into the open. Harley wasted little time in sinking her eager maw down over his flesh and beginning to suck noisily, letting the big mutt slowly grow and swell into her maw, until she was pushing her gag reflex to the limits when she tried to deep throat him. Fuck, he was bigger than she had guessed, no wonder Cynthia seemed so happy with him. To her surprise however, Jim didn’t last all that long with her oral skills and soon she was swallowing his warm, salty load. Harley smirked as she thought it was simply her skill at giving head that had made him pop so soon, but even as his dick was pulsing and spitting thick ropes of his seed down her throat, Jim continued to stare passively down at her. Soon she understood why he barely reacted to his first orgasm, his dick didn’t even flag slightly, he remained rock hard in her maw way past the point his climax had finished. “You done yet?” he growled down at her, to which she almost timidly nodded her head and pulled her lips from his cock with a lewd wet slurp. “Good” was all Jim said as he scooped the ebony furred she wolf off the floor and tossed her face down onto the bed. Harley didn’t have any time to argue or complain before Jim was on her back and that thick fuckstick of his was driving into her from behind, prone bone position. He had her hands pinned beneath his above her head as his cock filled and stretched her like never before, with his warm weight pressing down against her back and pinning her in place. Harley was nothing more than a nice, tight hole for the big mutt to fuck just then, a sensation she hated to admit she rather enjoyed. Thankfully she had her face buried into a pillow when he took her like that, otherwise that chubby bitch of his would have heard the lewd groan her husband had gotten Harley to make. He wasn’t even fucking her that hard yet, but the bastard was making her feel every inch of him as he slowly ground his hips against her ass while working his thick dick in and out of her almost lazily. It was working too, Harley felt her mind melting as she was just slowly fucked into her first orgasm, then another for good measure. Jim didn’t even seem like he was in a hurry to finish this time either, he just kept on fucking her slow and deep, right down into the grubby motel bedding. She thought it couldn’t get any worse, or better, depending on where her mind was currently at, but then he started to nip and bite at her. She felt his teeth against her neck and shoulders while he gave little mock mating bites, which quickly had her groaning and trying to writhe beneath him. God, she wished it didn’t work so well on her, but it really did and he seemed to notice too. No doubt he could feel the way her needy cunt was gripping and squeezing down so greedily about his dick, like she wanted him to cum inside her, to breed her like the bitch she was. Up above her, Jim just grinned smugly down at the younger woman. Her efforts to try hide her pleasure were futile, he could feel every time he made he cum with how her snug little cunt gripped and squeezed around his prick so tellingly. Her entire body almost seized while she shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind, along with her breath catching in her throat as she tried so hard not to moan. Her determination to win was almost admirable, even if it was pointless, he fully intended on fucking her senseless before the night was through. ***************************************************************************************** “C’mon, use that tongue, biker boy!” Cynthia growled as she ground herself down onto Tank’s muzzle. While he wasn’t as big as her husband where it counted, he did at least have a big tongue on him, and she was going to enjoy it while she could. After all, she was used to being eaten like a buffet every other night as Jim loved making sure she knew she had it good at home, that and he enjoyed the sounds she made for him while he sucked on her little clit too, while those thick fingers of his strummed her G-spot like an instrument. Tank had been surprised by just how direct and forceful Cynthia had been when they got into their room. She had been the one to practically strip him, her hand had been inside his pants even before their bedroom door had closed and her tongue down his throat barely a moment later. She had admired his trim and fit form, which admittedly wasn’t as beefy as her own husband, but Tank was no slouch in the muscle department. Though for some reason, she hadn’t seemed all that impressed by his dick, which he had grown up thinking was above average. The fluffy Great Pyrenees had been a sight to behold when she had stripped, those tits were very generous and capped with cute little pink nipples to boot. Not that he had gotten much time to enjoy looking at them before he was pushed back onto the bed and the worlds most snug looking little pink slit had almost slammed down onto his muzzle soon after. Cynthia even tasted like marshmallows, at least in comparison to his own wife. Not really though, she just didn’t taste as tart or like hints of motor oil like Harley did. Not that he minded, he loved the taste of his wife and going down on her, at least when she let him go down on her. But despite her seemingly fiery and confident personality, the she wolf was normally too self-conscious about her own anatomy to let that happen very often. Cynthia on the other hand, this bitch demanded it, she didn’t even ask him if he wanted to, she just claimed his face like it was the most comfortable seat within the next three states. She didn’t even seem to mind when Tank got cheeky and lifted her tail to sneak a little curious lick beneath it either. For her part, Cynthia was busy groping and fondling the black furred wolf’s crotch to fullness with all the subtlety of a drunk gorilla peeling a greased-up banana. Once she had him nice and stiff though, she couldn’t help but grin when she saw Tank was indeed smaller than Jim. Not that he was small by any means, just smaller than what she was used to, which meant she was definitely well equipped to rock his world. Judging by the way the biker wolf kept less than subtly and curiously exploring beneath her tail, there was definitely something she could give him that he evidently didn’t get from his own wife. But for now, however, she fully intended to enjoy his tongue before letting him fuck her. Tank was an eager and quick learner thankfully, so it didn’t take too long for him to figure out what the fluffy cream-coloured bitch riding his face enjoyed. He could tell he had gotten her to cum at least once, but she didn’t seem in any rush to climb off his face anytime soon. When she did finally let him come up for air, the black wolf’s muzzle was suitably slick and damp, not that he minded in the slightest. Having made the demanding Great Pyrenees groan and quiver a couple of times just with his tongue was a rather much needed boost to his ego, he still had it, his skilled tongue was in good shape. Despite her being a couple points ahead of him on the orgasm count however, Cynthia still seemed ready and eager for more. The greedy bitch hadn’t even so much as kissed his dick, let alone sucked it before she was sinking her surprisingly snug little cunt down onto him. Considering she was a good bit bigger than his Harley, Tank had assumed she wouldn’t feel as good, but he was quickly proven wrong. The bitch knew it too, at least judging by the way she was grinning back at him over her shoulder while she rode him in reverse cowboy. God, he wished she was facing him so he could see those tits of hers bounce and jiggle while she bounced on his dick, but at least he got to watch her plush ass instead. Tank couldn’t help himself; he reached out and gave that wide cream furred ass a rough swat, which only made Cynthia briefly clench tighter about him before she groaned and gave a firm grinding gyration of her hips down against him. For someone that had looked so sweet and innocent only an hour or two ago, he was quickly getting the impression she was far more kinky than he had initially thought. A fact Tank soon confirmed when he spanked the fluffy cream-coloured bitches’ backside again, only this time, he kept a firm grip on her backside while he snuck his thumb under her tail and began to rub insistently at her little pink tailhole. Cynthia didn’t growl or curse at him, not like Harley usually did when he tried to play with her butt. All she did was grin at him while slowly lifting her tail, which he must have looked surprised or at least shocked at, judging by the way she laughed at his reaction. Though that laugh turned into a lewd groan a moment later when the ebony furred wolf gently pushed his thumb against the centre of her little pucker and into the snug heat beyond. The way she started to roll and grind herself down against him told Tank everything, she wasn’t teasing or playing, she actually liked it. He could feel how she gripped tighter down around his cock every time he worked his digit under her tail. ***************************************************************************************** “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” Harley heard herself panting and groaning as Jim held her wrapped up in a standing Full Nelson, while he bounced the helpless she wolf on his dick like she was nothing more than the world’s most realistic sextoy. She knew he was big and strong, but this was ridiculous, she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to, he was fucking her like she had never been fucked before. She knew she was a drooling mess, she could feel it dripping from her open maw and down onto her own bouncing tits as that fat fuckstick damned near hammered against her cervix relentlessly. Her feet were bouncing around somewhere up by her ears, while her hands clung for dear life around the Tibetan Mastiff’s thick neck. She had lost count of how many times she had cum; he’d cum too, but he still hadn’t gone soft yet. The bastard just used his own seed as extra lubrication to fuck her even harder now. She could feel the combination of both their messes dripping from her well fucked cunt to the already stained motel carpet below, perhaps more like being forced out thanks to how big his dick was and how small she was, there just wasn’t enough space inside her for all of it. Harley blushed brightly whenever she caught sight of the mess he had made of her in the full-length mirror on one of the cheap plywood cupboard doors, of how snuggly her poor little pussy was spread around his thick red cock. But most notable was the look on her face, there was no denying she was loving every second of being Jim’s fucktoy. Jim kept going like a machine, right past the point where Harley thought she couldn’t climax anymore, and the bastard still managed to make her cum again regardless. It was so good and intense this time that it almost hurt, she didn’t want it and wanted it even more at the same time. Like her nervous system was overloading and about to burst into flames if she kept going, but she couldn’t stop. This time there was no pillow to mask the sound of her climaxing, but the sound was unmistakable, everyone in a three-block radius would know she was cumming her brains out. Suddenly she was on her hands and knees on the bed, panting like she had just run the Boston Marathon during a heatwave. She felt damp all over with perspiration, her muscles ached in new and interesting ways, especially her cunt. There was a deep and persistent ache between her thighs now, but a good one, but also an uncomfortably empty one now that Jim had finally pulled out of her. God, she felt almost hollow, like he really had bored her out with his fuck drill of a dick, the thought almost made her laugh. At least until said dick slapped down between her buttocks and began to rub back and forth suggestively, right over her tail hole. “What do you think you’re doing?” Harley tried to growl back at him, but there was no strength or conviction behind her words. She was just too worn out; a toothless cub would have sounded more threatening right now. “What, big bad biker bitch doesn’t take it up the ass?” Jim asked condescendingly. “Guess my city girl wife is tougher, she likes a good bit of buggery” the big bastard teased, while he lewdly slapped his hefty meat down against her buttocks with an audible slap each time. “What!? That prissy bitch takes it up the tailpipe?” Harley asked with surprise. She had thought Cynthia was far too timid and weak for such things, more worryingly though, was that she would probably let Tank do that to her and that would cost her the win. “Fine, anything that saggy assed bitch can do, I can do better” the ebony furred she wolf said with a determination she really didn’t feel. But regardless of how she really felt, she would not be outdone by some soft, big breasted city bitch, and slowly raised her tail for Jim. The big mutt grinned at Harley, it was obvious she was only doing this because of the bet, but he had other ideas. His big hands gripped at Harley’s pert little behind, while his thick thumbs gently pried her cheeks apart to reveal her quivering little dark-skinned pucker that still looked factory new and untouched. He could tell Harley was not used to this, her tail kept dipping, as if it wanted nothing more than to curl down protectively between her thighs but she was actively having to fight her instincts and keep it lifted for him. “Let me show you why she likes it so much…like you, she didn’t enjoy it at first, but now she’s addicted” Jim grumbled as he knelt at the foot of the bed and slipped his arms between Harley’s thighs to keep them spread, while reaching up about her waist with his hands and pulled her rump back against his snout. He had to lift the smaller bitch a little more than he usually did his wife, but that just worked in his favour as she was unable to really squirm or try escape. With his cold, wet nose pressed against the underside of her tail, Jim began to lightly kiss and make out with the uncertain she wolf’s backdoor. He could tell by the sounds she was making and how rigid she went, that Harley was unsure of the sensations he was now giving her. The more he kissed and licked at her, the more relaxed she became and pretty soon, she even started to huff and pant a little as her body and mind began to reluctantly accept that it did feel good. “That feels…weird…” was all she would say, not yet ready to admit she was enjoying what he was doing. Though by now, it was damned obvious with how the dark furred bitch was wriggling and squirming in his grasp while she tried to grind her butt back onto his tongue. He probably could have started preparing her to be fucked just then, but instead, Jim took the long route and instead decided he wanted to make her climax like this first, just to really drive it home. He was easily able to support her weight with one arm, which meant he could use his other hand to draw back a bit in order to search for and find her clit, which he began to rub and tease in time to his tongues motions under her tail. The effect was almost immediate, Harley yelped and jumped at that initial touch to her throbbing little clit, but when the touches synchronized with the tongue under her tail, the shift in the tones of her groaning were obvious. “Wait…stop…nngh” Harley groaned out, she had a strange note of almost panic in her voice. Jim knew what it was though, he had heard the same tone from Cynthia the first time he made her cum like this as well. It was as if they couldn’t process getting so much pleasure from such a lewd and taboo act, almost like they wanted to deny it. But if he just pushed through and forced her to cum, Harley would be introduced to a whole new world of pleasure. Sure enough, the younger she wolf began to claw at the bed before her as she tried to escape, but Jim was just too strong and his grip about her waist was too absolute to let her. By the time Harley was coming down from one of, if not the most intense climax of her life, the dirty old Tibetan Mastiff had his tongue buried under her tail and deep in her ass as he introduced her to the good old Hindlick manoeuvre. There was considerably less fight and resistance from Harley after that, at least as far as getting her ready for the main event was concerned. She was surprisingly obedient when Jim used a decent dab of Vaseline from a small tin he was carrying in his pants pocket to help make and keep her slick enough for two of his thick fingers to pump in and out of her snug little opening with relative ease. He loved the look on the proud young woman’s face though, she was trying so hard not to enjoy his fingers working her open, but the way she was fidgeting and squirming, he could tell she wanted so badly to touch and rub at her clit. If he were in the mood to punish her, he would have let her sit and stew like that for ages, but this time, he wanted her to enjoy it and so he did the kindly thing and guided her fingers to her clit for her. “Don’t hold back on my account” he chuckled as she quickly began working herself up to another climax, while he had his fingers under her now willingly lifted tail. “What…the…fuuuuuck…Jeesusshhhhh” Harley was groaning and whining a little while later as Jim slowly and steadily opened her up with his eager prick finally. Clearly, she had still been expecting it to hurt or not feel good, but despite the ache of being stretched wider than his fingers had prepared her for, there was a definite overriding sense of pleasure. He could hear how crazy her fingers were going just beneath his cock as the younger woman furiously rubbed at herself while he steadily pushed inch after thick inch of himself under her wildly swaying tail above. He would have stopped in an instant, if she had asked or told him to, but she didn’t. In fact, she was even starting to push back onto him, as if he was going too slow for her liking, but he had broken in enough innocent and tight behinds to know not to rush these things. Jim grinned smugly as he stared down at the young dark furred she wolf as she cast her pride aside and eagerly let him claim her rear with every inch of his thick fuckstick, right up until he was spreading her cheeks with the thickness of his knot. ***************************************************************************************** “She really doesn’t let you under her tail like this?” Cynthia asked with a grin down at a huffing and panting Tank. She had turned around and was now facing him finally, letting him watch her full bust as her glorious mounds bounced and swayed while she rode his dick slowly. Only this time, she had taken him under her tail, after she had made sure he left a nice messy cream pie or two between her thighs, the first couple of rounds. “Yeah, she’s been dead set against it ever since I’ve known her” the ebony furred wolf groaned and swallowed hard. He didn’t know what he enjoyed watching more, those juicy fun bags of hers, or the way her plush ass just swallowed every inch of his thick red rocket so hungrily while his cum dripped from between the pouting folds of her well fucked cunt. God, she was even tighter like this, despite her telling him how often she let her husband enjoy her backdoor. “I think after tonight, that won’t be a problem” the fluffy cream-coloured bitch teased with a knowing grin, just as she gave a long, drawn-out gyration of her rump down against the wolfs crotch that made him groan out loud again. She loved how his nails scratched at her thighs in a combination of need and pure, unadulterated pleasure while enjoying something with her that his own wife had denied him for so long. “What…why?” he asked in confusion while staring up almost dreamily at Cynthia. “Because I used to be just like Harley, worse in fact…until I met Jim. Who do you think got me addicted to taking it up the ass?” the Great Pyrenees woman stated honestly. “Knowing Jim, he’s probably got his tongue buried under her tail right now” she said with an almost laugh. “You really think he’s that good, huh?” Tank asked, but before Cynthia could answer, another loud and rather telling howl erupted from somewhere else in the motel. They had heard her earlier sounds, but this one was different somehow and definitely not a sound he had ever heard his wife make before. “No fucking way…” the ebony furred wolf stammered as he stared up at Cynthia in wide eyed disbelief. “Told you, that old dog probably just knotted your bitches’ tight little ass and made her cum her oil-stained brains out…speaking of knotting…” she panted and began to grind herself down harder onto the wolf’s prick with a look of determination. “Wait…seriously?” the wolf huffed and swallowed hard. He loved a good tie, but often Harley wouldn’t let him, and that was even just trying the normal way. But Cynthia wanted him to knot her ass? He swore he had died and gone to heaven, especially when she succeeded a moment later. Tank felt that tight resistance deny him entry, feeling almost too small to fit, but after a good bit of grinding and moving, he felt his knot finally pop past that resistant ring and be swallowed whole. He didn’t last much longer beyond that however, the sensation was just too much and with a harsh snarl, his back arched from the bed as he began to fire off thick, hot ropes of his seed deep up inside the fluffy cream-coloured bitches’ plush backside. “Bit pent up, huh?” Cynthia teased after a few moments of Tank pumping his puppy batter where the sun don’t shine, even though she damned well knew he wasn’t; she still had the evidence of such dripping from her pussy. He looked well worn out too, the poor mutt was panting heavily and just staring up at the ceiling as if he were seeing a hallucination of whatever God he prayed to. “Can’t feel my legs…” he mumbled jokingly in reply, before rolling only his eyes to look down at her, while the rest of him remained perfectly motionless. “Well, you better get them back if you plan on another round of stuffing me like a Thanksgiving turkey…your choice of hole too” that seemed to do the trick, she felt that telling throb inside her as his cock at least seemed to like the sound of her offer. Though of course, they would need to get unstuck first, but with the death grip her butt had on his cock and more specifically his knot, that would take a fair while. ***************************************************************************************** “You knotted me…you fucking knotted my ass…” Harley stammered in shocked surprise as she sat in Jim’s lap. She could feel his entire thick member still lazily throbbing and pulsing while he spilled his seed inside her. Her asshole ached from being so stretched around his knot when he had tied her, now she couldn’t sit still. That wasn’t the real problem though, she had cum so hard when he did it that she had blacked out for a brief moment. The last thing she remembered was being down on all fours with Jim almost piledriving himself down into her ass from above, the next thing she was sitting in his lap while he gently pet and soothed her. Not that he didn’t sneak a few gropes and touches to her tits and pussy while he was at it though. “Yeah, I did…and you howled like a Banshee because of it too” Jim chuckled as he gently cradled the bright red blushing she wolf. “Be honest, not as bad as you thought it would be?” he asked curiously, it had been a long time since he last introduced someone to the delights of a good butt-fucking, and he was curious to see if he had lost his touch at making converts of them at all. “It was…good” Harley reluctantly agreed, finding it hard to meet the Tibetan Mastiff’s smug grinning gaze suddenly. “Just good?” he pried with a knowing grin and a gentle jostling of the smaller woman in his lap. “Okay fine, it was great, amazing, I haven’t cum that hard in like…ever…is that what you want to hear?” Harley growled like a disgruntled teenager back at Jim, complete with the pout and comic styled storm clouds above her head. “Oh, guess you don’t want another round of it then” the big fluffy bastard sighed melodramatically and shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back on his hands, leaving Harley sitting in his lap and impaled on his cock. “Wait…no…I never said that. Just…please don’t knot me again, I have to ride on the back of Tank’s bike tomorrow and that’s already uncomfortable enough as it is…” her tone changed instantly, along with a brighter blush as she realized what she was asking for. A couple hours ago she would have punched Tank square on the nose if he had asked to try get under her tail again for the six hundredth time, but now she was actually wanting an even bigger dog to fuck her butt a second time? “Alright, but next round you’re riding me, deal?” Jim asked, to which the now rather defeated she wolf nodded almost politely and obediently. “Good girl” the Tibetan Mastiff crooned, which made Harley blush a little. She also gave the cutest little huff when he reached out and pinched at one of her still perked little dark nipples too, he almost felt bad for breaking her like this. ***************************************************************************************** Much later the next morning, once the sun was high in the sky, both couples regrouped back at the bar across the road. Though the atmosphere was far different than it had been the previous night, somehow Harley and Cynthia seemed to have swapped places. Before their nights escapades and the bet, Cynthia had initially been the shyer and more reserved of the two, but now she was grinning broadly and brimming with confidence. Meanwhile, Harley seemed rather shy and almost demure by comparison, no longer the fiery and arrogant young woman she had been before, the younger woman barely even made eye contact with either Jim or his wife. “I guess city folk win?” Jim asked cautiously as he looked at the rather exhausted Tank sitting beside him. “Hands down, I don’t know how you do it man…” Tank laughed and pat his new friend on the shoulder. “That is one hell of a woman you have there, right Harley?” “Yeah, your husband is…great too” Harley stammered with a bright blush as she tucked her fiery red hair back behind an ear almost nervously. “Oh relax, you think you’re the first woman that pervert husband of mine has converted to liking taking it up the butt?” Cynthia smiled and reached over to give the younger woman’s hand a gentle squeeze. When Harley’s head shot up and she stared wide eyed at Cynthia with a look of shock and embarrassment, the fluffy cream-coloured bitch laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I never did it before meeting him either, now I can’t do without it. Nothing wrong with that either, certainly cheaper than buying birth control, right?” she laughed and winked at a now blushing Tank, who nodded along in embarrassment. “Speaking of which, if you two are ever out in Wyoming near Cheyenne, you should stop by and pay us a visit…might get to see your kid” Cynthia teased a suddenly pale looking Tank. “See, this is why I tried to mainly stick it under your tail, so you won’t have that problem” Jim commented with a knowing smile at a slack jawed Harley, who was looking back and forth between her husband and Cynthia in disbelief.