Eric woke up to the sounds of moaning and a mighty discomfort coming from his crotch. Opening up his eyes; the white furred were-panther was treated to a sight that would make any male hard and filled with mating lust. Seeing Spencer and Frieda in a sixty nine position, performing cullingus upon each other.
“Well that’s one way to wake me up,” Eric looking pleased; “can I join in, or is this a girl’s only session?”
“Oral pleasure only,” Spencer gasping; “we… didn’t take… our pills… yet.”
Eric looks sad; wanting to spear one of his girls with his throbbing red shaft sticking proudly from his sheath. Eric’s melancholy turns to surprise when Frieda peels herself away from eating out Spencer and wraps her muzzle around Eric’s shaft.
“Ooooooh,” Eric’s moans; his eyes rolling up and fluttering, as Frieda makes quick work of his morning wood. Her rough feline tongue dancing around his shaft as she sucks on it; Eric rapidly exploded in orgasmic relief, spilling his seed into Frieda’s hungry maw.
“Don’t hog it all for yourself,” Spencer crawling forward; “I want a sample.”
Frieda lets go of Eric’s still spurting shaft so Spencer can get a sample of his hot salty cream. Watching the werewolf/panther/feline hybrid quickly deep throat Eric and lapping up what could be described as sloppy seconds. Eric just moans and purrs as he enjoys the moment.
“Shall we go back to what we were doing,” Frieda massaging Spencer’s ears; “drive Eric crazy as we continue to eat each other out?”
“Oh you wicked were-panthress,” Eric coming out of his daze; “you want to start the day driving me batty?”
“It was Spencer’s idea,” Frieda giggling; “something to do before we head to the picnic later today.”
“Our last day of summer vacation,” Eric looking sullen; despite Spencer still sucking on his shaft, milking him of every drop.
“We’ll still have skype and the weekend,” Spencer letting go; licking her lips as she looks at Eric’s rapidly retreating member.
“It’s not the same,” Eric sighing; “this summer felt like a honeymoon for the were-wedding we had when we three were down here that first time.”
“You want it to go on forever don’t you,” Frieda sitting next to Eric; “I do as well, but life can’t be about rutting each other senseless now.”
“We can always run off after high school,” Spencer thinking; “go on a cruise, go to someplace sunny and sandy.”
“That’s a thought,” Eric looking at his two mates; “you’d think your parents will okay that?”
“Don’t worry about that,” Frieda smiling; “I have a feeling my dad will find it difficult to say no to any of my requests.”
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Upstairs in Nate’s room; a werewolf and a were-lioness were busy kissing and exploring each other’s furry body. Awake since sunrise, the two happy lovers could not keep their paws off each other. Having a were-wedding Friday evening; Nate popping the question with Jean roaring a mighty yes as she mated with wild abandon with Nate. The two knew this was going to be the last full day they had together for a while; Nate was still in high school and had a year or two left before graduating, a thriving landscape business also eating into his time. Jean was attending Moon Lake College; studying to become a lawyer.
“We should stop,” Nate enjoying the moment; “get some breakfast in us. And you need to take your pill.”
“We still got time,” Jean growling with arousal; “I don’t need to take it for another few hours.”
“You want to go another round,” Nate looking at the were-lioness as she crawls on top of him. Watching as she guides his lupine member to her snatch. Her rhythmic bouncing encouraging him to thrust into her.
“Well,” Jean rumbling with joy; “that delicious smell of your brother and his mates is still heavy in the air.”
“Better take your pill then,” Nate growling; grabbing the bottle and handing it to Jean; “better to take your were-birth control now, before forgetting later and…”
“Spoil sport,” Jean taking the bottle; “but your right, no cubs or pups until both of us are settled later on. Now,” Jean popping a pill and putting the bottle aside; “lets continue from where we left off.”
“You still dead set on staying in bed all day,” Nate enjoying the view of Jean on top; her furry breasts bouncing and swaying as both were bringing each other to another moment of orgasmic bliss.
“Yep,” Jean sighing; “I want to spend the day with my mate.”
“So no picnic at the lake then,” Nate running his paws up and down Jean’s body.
“Not unless the were-alert is cancelled,” Jean leaning forward to lick Nate’s nose; “now less talk and more rutting.”
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Back in the basement rec room; Eric, Spencer and Frieda were finally getting up. Not wanting to clean up as they defur and get dressed. The three wanting to let the smell of their heavy rutting waft into the air, as they head upstairs to make some breakfast.
“Hope we have lots of eggs and bacon,” Eric mulling; “I got quite the appetite.”
“You’re not the only one,” Frieda speaking; “the sound of her stomach rumbling loud enough for the others to hear.
“Should we save some for your brother,” Spencer opening up the basement door to hear howling and roaring; “and for his mate?”
“If Nate and Jean want any food,” Eric displaying an impish grin; “then they better get to the kitchen by the time it’s cooked.”
“Don’t be mean Eric,” Frieda shaking her head; “as soon as they smell the bacon frying, those two are going to be down here licking their lips and displaying that predatory glint you have when you start snacking on live mice.”
“I hate it when you eat those critters live,” Spencer looking disgusted; “it puts me off my appetite when I see you do it.”
“Then stop talking about it,” Eric chuckling; “and help me make breakfast.”