As they drove home; Amanda Knight was clearly feeling aroused from the dessert she just ate at Grrrrrrr. Sitting in the passenger seat staring at her husband’s sheathe, licking her lips she bends over to start encouraging Benton’s member to come out of hiding.
“Stop that Amanda,” Benton grinning; “I don’t want us to get in a car accident."
“But I want you now,” Amanda being force off from Benton’s meaty paw.
“Patience Amanda,” Benton grinning; “Or do you not want me to chase you.”
Amanda purrs; “then hurry up Benton. I’m feeling frisky.”
It wasn’t long after when Benton was about to pull into the garage when Amanda shot out of the car and bounded to the woods. Benton chuckling as he pulls in the garage; he turns the engine off and looks at his phone. Seeing no messages he composes a text.
‘Hope you are having a pleasant night daughter. Good luck with the council tomorrow. We’ll talk later.’
Sending the message to Frieda; Benton put his phone down and walks out of the garage. Seeing his wife’s paw prints in the snow, Benton smiles.
“At least give me a challenge Amanda,” Benton grinning as he sniffs the air catching his wife’s scent on the wind. Taking off like a shot; Benton heads to the woods near his estate where he knows Amanda is waiting for him.
Entering the woods; Benton is hit by the lingering scents of sex from last nights were-panther gathering. Taking a few moments to sort through the smells; he is hit in the back of the head by a snow ball.
“Tag! Your it,” Benton hears Amanda giggling.
“So that’s how it’s going to be,” Benton growling as his wife lobs a few more snowballs at him. Figuring turnabout is fair play, Benton packs some snow in his paws and launches a snow ball at Amanda as she merrily runs back to the estate.
“Missed me,” Amanda giggling; “you can aim better than that.”
Benton laughing as he is enjoying the fun his wife is giving him; Launches himself at her and tackling Amanda to the ground. Both were’s wrestling as they try to be on top. Benton clearly being stronger eventually wins by staring at his wife while on top of her on the snow covered ground.
“Help! Help!” Amanda mockingly shouts; “a large beast of a were wants to ravage me and I’m powerless to resist his musky charm!”
Benton laughs; “I’ll give you a choice.” Benton grinning; “Right here or in bed?”
“To bed my beast,” Amanda grinning; “make love to me!”
******
After tossing Amanda over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes; Benton dashes back to the house. Heading inside through the kitchen entrance; Benton stops long enough to grab a chunk of the left over roast beef. Taking a bite as he dashes upstairs; Amanda bouncing around like a rag boll and purring all the while, she is then tossed onto the bed and stares at her husband. Climbing on the bed with her; Benton places the chunk of roast beef in Amanda’s mouth and eats it along with her; ending the kinky snack with a kiss.
Enjoying the snack; Amanda feels Benton spreading her legs; not resisting as he climbs on her more; the tip of his feline rod at her entrance. Amanda sighs as she swallows the last of the roast beef while feeling her husband stretching and spreading her folds as he penetrates her eager snatch.
“Oh Benton,” Amanda moans; “I just love how you know how to make me crave you even more.”
Benton purrs as he lovingly licks his wife’s muzzle; slowly pulling out and then trusting back in, allowing the barbs on his penis to stimulate Amanda’s tunnel. Hearing her moan and sigh as he continues to thrust in and out; Amanda starts to buck her hips in unison eager to bury Benton’s member further in her, she wraps her legs around Benton as he picks up speed.
“Oh gawd,” Amanda squealing; “I feel my climax approaching.”
Benton grunting as he starts to feel Amanda tense; her vaginal muscles tightening down, as he is now thrusting into her with renewed vigor. Feeling his balls tightening as a pressure builds at the base of his shaft; Benton makes one final thrust as he explodes in Amanda.
Feeling Benton’s member tensing and twitch in her; Amanda explodes with her own orgasm as she feels the barbs on Benton’s penis flare out and dig into her. Amanda’s own sex milking her husband’s seed only fuels her orgasm as she yowls in delight.
“OH YES! FILL ME UP HUSBAND!”
All Benton can muster is a growl as he shudders with spurt after spurt of his seed entering Amanda’s womb. His seed eagerly seeking an egg to fertilize; yet with Amanda taking her were-birth control pill earlier, no such egg was expelled from one of her ovaries.
Coming down from their orgasmic release; Both Benton and Amanda shift onto their side. With Benton still in Amanda and Amanda showing no desire to have him pull out she stares at her husband purring as he kisses her.
“That was wonderful,” Amanda speaking; “Its been to long since we had that much fun.”
“Last time was;” Benton grinning.
“Was when we made Frieda,” Amanda finishing.
“It seemed like yesterday, “Benton sighing; “as I was holding her in my arms just after you gave birth to her.”
“I remember Lance taking a picture of you cradling her as she was crying,” Amanda smiling.
“One of the few times I was glad my brother was with me,” Benton hugging his wife; “I still have that photo, it’s one of my favorites of Frieda growing up.”
“I enjoyed the picture you took of her trying to eat cake for the first time,” Amanda giggles.
Benton laughs; “that was a sight. She took one look at the slice and threw it right in your face. You looked fit to burst in anger.”
“I couldn’t scold Frieda for that,” Amanda smiling; “she was only a year old at the time.”
“I miss those days,” Benton starting to nod off; “wear did we go wrong with her?”
“We put our own selfish ambitions above her;” Amanda yawning.
“Never again,” Benton drifting off; “okay?”
“Never again,” Amanda falling asleep; “never… again.”