It was a busy evening for John Shaffer as he and the other cooks served the gathering of hungry and horny were-panthers. While he did hear of the drama of a were-panthress failing to head Frieda and Benton’s warning. Not present to witness what happened, he had no idea that the drama involved Eric Anderson and Spencer Lawson.
With the evening nearing a close as most if all the were’s save Benton and the staff were clearly making noise in the forest; John’s lupine ears picking up on the sounds of many were-panthers yowling in orgasmic joy. He sighs as he yearns to enjoy the company of a willing were. While he had many offers from eager were-panthress’s; John had to decline the offers as he was on the job.
“Why the long face,” Mr. Franklin speaking as he approaches his youngest employee.
“Sometimes it’s hard to be a lone wolf as it were sir,” John laments; “I do wish at times I had free time to be in a pack and enjoy a female.”
“You never had the company of a willing partner after your first transformation,” Franklin asking.
“If you call one of my ‘mom’s’ friends as a willing partner;” John sighs; “having my first transformation this past June with a what I know believe was a were-prostitute wasn’t exactly the magical moment every naturally born were wishes for.”
“Oh kid,” Franklin looking down; “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”
“It’s okay,” John answers as he sneaks a bite of the rare roast beef in front of him; “I just wasn’t expecting to be faced with this,” John stretches his paws out to the encompassing gathering.
Mr. Franklin is silent for the moment and then a smile appears from his were-dog muzzle; “go have some fun. I’m sure there is a lonely were-panthress milling about willing to enjoy your company.”
“But it’s not midnight,” John looking at the time; “it’s only eleven thirty. What if Mr. Knight catches me?”
“I’ll smooth thing over with our host,” Franklin answers; “with the serving staff present, cleanup will go quick. One less cook will not slow us down.”
Before John could remove his chef’s hat and uniform, Benton approaches from the kitchen entrance looking like he seen a ghost.
“Is something the matter,” Franklin asks.
“Just that Frieda and her friends are quite noisy with their passion;” Benton sighing.
Franklin chuckles; “youth, always eager yet lacking in experience.” Looking at John; “Speaking of inexperience, you mind John leaving early for a little fun? He never had a willing partner. Not since his first transformation.”
Benton is silent for the moment before looking at the the surrounding grounds; seeing only a few lingering were’s milling about, all panthress’s. Benton can’t help but be bemused as the two lingering were’s eyeing John.
“The Bolton twins have taken a shine to you kid,” Benton chuckling as he stares at the two grey werepanthers licking their lips in a lustful manner. “Looks like you are going to get a three-way John.”
“A three-way,” John looking confused.
“You can run,” Benton laughing; “but you are just going to get ridden tired. The Bolton twins are relentless with their partners. The fact that they are hanging around here other than hunting for a mate in the woods is a clear indication you are their prey.”
“Oh,” John looking worried; “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“Oh for Pete’s sake lad,” Franklin laughing uncontrollably; “go and enjoy yourself. Willing twin weres eager to share you is a rare thing. Enjoy yourself.” Franklin walking away; “it’s your lucky night John.”
“How old are they Mr. Knight; John asking; “Do they live here in Moon Lake?”
“The twins live in Seattle and they are roughly sixteen,” Benton beckoning the two girls over; “They like to share partners, but won't do anything incestuous. they won’t bite. Hard,” Benton laughing as he walks away.
John gulps as the two six foot twin were-panthress remove John’s chef’s uniform. Freeing his lupine member; eager for the attention and desire to fill a female, the were-panthress purr as they are impressed with his size. The Bolton twins lead him to a quite spot next to the Knight Estate.
“don’t worry,” the first were-panthress coos; “we’ll be gentle.”
“Unless you like to have it rough; “the other twin states.
“Can I have your names,” John feeling the urge to mate bubble in him.
“Jesse Bolton,” the first answers.
“Kaley Bolton,” the second answers.
“So Jesse and Kaley,” John grinning; “who gets to be first?”
Both twins look in John’s yellow lupine eyes and giggle; “you” they say in unison.
John looks confused but then feels the rough feline tongues from both twins tickle and tease his red rocket to the first of many orgasms he will experience throughout the night. Feeling his member twitch he shoots out his seed and watches and both twins lap up his warm salty mixture. Moaning as he feels release for the first time in a long while; with his eyes closed he doesn’t notice Jesse climbing on him. Ramming her moist sex down on him all the way to his knot breaks him out of his orgasmic high as he sees the eager werepanthress buck her hips.
John thrusting in unison is further shocked but immensely pleased as Kaley plops her glistening and dripping twat on his muzzle as she fondles her breasts. Smelling her arousal and sampling her juices as he instinctively explores her canal with his tongue. Hearing the two moan as he manages to pleasure the two simultaneously; John can feel a second orgasm building as he feels Jesse’s vaginal muscles clamp down on him Hearing her orgasm and Kaley’s sex spray a large batch of her juices on him; John grunts as he cums for a second time.
“Oh god,” John pants as Kaley climbs off him while Jesse is still locked in thanks to his knot; “I haven’t experienced sex like that ever.”
“Well buckle up,” Kaley grins; “I’m next to take a ride on you.”
“You’ll be waiting a bit,” John grins; “your sister got herself good and knotted. Not coming free anytime soon.”
"I can wait," Kaley grins; playing with her pert breasts and tweaking her nipples to extend her orgasm.