Eric chased Spencer all the way to his house. With his enhances stamina thanks to being a were-panther he was able to keep pace with Spencer and not even feel winded or tired. Their run took ten minutes. It would of gone quicker, but Spencer was feeling playful and ran into the woods until showing up at the backyard of Eric’s house.
As both head inside; they notice no one home. Eric smiles as he removes his shoes and shifts into his fursona. Wearing the clothes he got at Awareness yesterday; Spencer turns around to see a white were-panther wearing a rather stylish silk shirt and black slacks. Quickly stripping she also goes furry. Being a were-wolf.panther/feline hybrid with black fur, made the two look like opposing chess pieces on a board.
Eric slowly removes his clothes; careful not to rip and tear them with his retractable talons; he purrs as Spencer assists him in removing his clothes. Eric remembering what Frieda said earlier, ’fuck her once for me;’ Eric just grinned as the last of his Awareness clothes pool around his furry feet.
“To the basement,” Eric growls as he explores Spencer’s curves; “or do you want to do it here in the kitchen?”
Spencer just sighs, smelling the arousal emanating from Eric and mixing with her; “Basement my smecksy puddy tat.” Spencer kisses Eric as they both head down to the basement; their tails twisting and wrapping around each other. Not bothering to close the basement door; the two proceed to fill the currently empty house with the sounds and smells of their love making.
Eric growls as he gently lays Spencer down on basement floor. “This first round is for Frieda,” he purrs. Aiming his engorged feline rocket at Spencer’s aroused folds; he slowly pushes in. Letting the sensation of penetration linger before gently pulling out; the barbs on his member digging into Spencer’s tunnel cause her to gasp and wrap her legs around Eric, locking him in place.
“For Frieda,” Spencer gasps as her body shudders from the many micro orgasms Eric’s barbed penis induce in her as he thrusts in and out of her. Feeling the main orgasm build and crest as Eric’s pounding picks up in speed and tempo.
“Oh yes,” Spencer screams as she feels her release come; “Do it! Cum in me Eric!”
Eric just growls as he feels Spencer’s vaginal muscles clamp down. With a final push he feels his load spill in Spencer; the barbs on his cock flex and dig in Spencer causing her own orgasm to roll over her.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.” Spencer gasps as her body shudders; the release of her juices joining in with Eric’s as he pulls out, giving Spencer another orgasm as the barbs on his member dig into one last time.
Lying next to Spencer as her body is still alight and on fire; Eric gently strokes Spencer’s stretched sex with his paw. Collecting some of his spunk and her juices on his paw, Eric takes the combine juices to his feline muzzle and inhales deeply the erotic scent. Purring, Eric places his paw next to Spencer’s nose. She gets a strong hit of the scent and lovingly licks the juices on Eric’s paw clean.
“I wonder how Frieda is doing,” Spencer sighs.
******
Benton and Frieda were enjoying eating their cheeseburgers and fries with Amanda; Benton’s wife. Amanda is currently in the hospital; recovering from the injuries she sustained in a car accident last Friday. It was also determined that Amanda was also infected with hookworm, stemming from drinking tainted civet coffee. All three were having a pleasant conversation; Frieda telling her mother of the shopping spree she had with Eric and Frieda on Sunday when all of a sudden she stopped in mid-sentence. Frieda senses Eric and Spencer’s love making and feels both of their orgasms.
“Wow,” Frieda breathing hard; “that was intense.”
“What was,” Amanda looking concerned.
“Eric and Spencer,” Frieda still in the moment; “It was as if I was there in Eric’s basement right now as the two were rutting like mad.”
“Does this have something to do with the bond you three have,” Benton looking at his daughter feeling flushed from what she just felt.
“Oh yeah,” Frieda gasping; “it felt like eating that dessert at Grrrrrrr yesterday; only more intense.”
Amanda looks at her daughter; “Speaking of Grrrrrrr Frieda, what is that place like?”
“it a restaurant that caters to weres,” Frieda calming down from the shared orgasm she just felt; “you can only dine in your fursona. No sex is allowed and they don’t serve alcohol.”
“Hold on,” Benton interrupting; “are we not going to discuss what just happened to our daughter Amanda?”
“Discuss what,” Amanda looking at Benton; “that you want us to keep beating a dead horse in regards to our daughter’s lifestyle choices? I thought that topic was finally put to bed when you asked Frieda to invite Eric and Spencer to tomorrow’s were-panther gathering.”
Benton sighs, “Not that. I’m referring to the possibility of this link affecting Frieda’s bi-polar testing. What if it skews to results?”
Frieda sips her soda; “it won’t,” she calmly answers. “I don’t ask me how I know. I just do.”
“That holds little comfort for me daughter,” Benton looking concerned; “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight not knowing the results.”
“You should be more worried of getting lack of sleep Tuesday evening,” Frieda grinning; “It’s going to noisy after the gathering.”
Amanda just laughs at Benton’s obvious shock and discomfort. “Cheer up husband. When I get out of here, you and I will be making some noises of our own.”
“And when that happens,” Frieda finishing her cheeseburger; “I’ll be at Spencer’s or Eric’s. Just remember to have dinner at Grrrrrrr first.”
Benton doesn’t answer; he just smiles at the thought of having a house alone with his wife.
“Just to let you know,” Frieda getting up; “Grrrrrrr doesn’t have a menu. It’s a set meal that changes each day. The only difference is the deserts you see the waiters bring to the patrons.” Looking at her father, “where do we go to get these bipolar tests done?”