"Well you horny stud. How do you feel after your second bout of phone sex?" asked Anna O'Sullivan, as she moved her free paw up to lick the juices off her fingers after having just cummed with Ben Twist over the phone again.
"Good, but the real thing is MUCH better!" he declared, even as he pulled the t-shirt soaked with werewolf fluids off his red rocket and let it fall to the floor by his bedside.
"I agree. Now you got me wondering if I can even wait until Friday or Saturday night for us to get together again," replied Anna, as she teased her pert nipples. She hadn't been this sexually active since her husband George passed away, but ever since her daughter Cassie started dating (and fucking) Eric Anderson...
"If there's any chance other than Thursday night, just let me know and I'll show you a howling good time," promised Ben, since he knew both of them were currently in their werewolf fursonas.
"What's Thursday night?" wondered Anna, as she moved her free paw down to start teasing her clit again.
"Other commitments," was Ben's only response, not wanting to mention his date with Sasha Myers and spoil the moment.
"I understand," replied Anna, even as the older woman started wondering about whether or not she should hang around for the orgy after the next wolf pack meeting. "Until next time?"
"It's a date you sexy she-wolf you," promised Ben, before they said goodbye and hung up.
Ben laid in his bed, panting, and staring at the ceiling with nothing on his mind except sex and the two women within his love life at the moment.
Anna O'Sullivan was a friend of the family and a fellow werewolf. He couldn't help wondering how people, let alone those closest to the two of them, would react if they found out Ben and the older woman were an item, at least sexually.
Sasha Myers on the other paw was his age, but a weretigress, which didn't stop her from craving his hard lupine red rocket whenever she could get it.
Yet Thursday night's date was to see if there was anything more between them than just great sex.
Ben was starting to reach the point where he wondered, and hoped, that there was more to life than just being horny and scratching that itch whenever the opportunity arose.
His moms Samantha and Frances were happily married. His next door neighbor Nate was dating Alex Ramsey, although Ben wasn't into guys that way. Eric and Cassie had been an item ever since she inducted Eric into werewolf society, which made Ben happy that his first attempt at playing matchmaker had been a huge success.
It's not that he was in any rush to settle down and get married. Ben figured that wouldn't happen until long after he graduated college, but it would be nice to see someone on a regular basis and not just get lucky whenever he was on the prowl.
The fact that his cellphone was starting to buzz again took Ben out of his private thoughts and back to reality. Without bothering to check the Caller ID, he picked it up from where it laid on the bed next to him and said, "Hello Sexy. Couldn't wait for more after all, huh?"
"You got that right wolfy," said Sasha Myers in a seductive tone of voice, which made Ben glad he hadn't said Anna's name out loud. "My folks called it a night early because tomorrow's a school day, so I'm all alone in my room wishing a certain werewolf was here right now," she growled, still in heat and displaying her stripes as she hung up her white robe.
"Well, unfortunately it's after 11," Ben complained, after checking the time, "so the earliest I can see you is during school tomorrow."
"Oh well. That's what we get for having a pride meeting on a week night," pouted Sasha.
"I never understood why you guys scheduled it that way to begin with."
"We share the hall with several other groups, and every once in a while one group has to be the odd were out. This month was unfortunately our turn."
"I see," said Ben. "Well, I bet you had a good time. I'm sure your nipples are nice and hard and that juicy tigress pussy of yours has been well fucked," he added, getting into the hang of having phone sex and silently thanking Anna for the lessons.
"My ass too. Kind of," admitted Sasha, as she laid in her bed and started running her free paw across her fur. "Weretigers are certainly an enthusiastic lot when it comes to sex, but for me, nothing can beat a nice hard wolf rocket. If you were here right now, I'd lick it until that delicious lupine cock was nice and hard, and then turn to let you mount me and fuck me good like only a werewolf can," purred Sasha into the phone, even as her paw found that magical spot between her thighs.
"I think that can be arranged," promised Ben, even as he reached down to pick up his already well soiled t-shirt.