walked into the woods, the more and more at home she felt in her bare skin.
Ulric led the group through the forest. They were quiet for their size, for they knew exactly where to step to make the least amount of noise. They grabbed branches above, swinging over the paths to move quicker, all the while smelling everything for miles. Suddenly, Ulric saw Bertolf stop in his tracks. Ulric moved closer and saw that Bertolf had spotted human footprints. He leaned down to get the hearty scent from the trail and his nostrils flared. He grunted deeply, and then pointed in the direction of the trail.
Jane was sure she had seen this trail before. Or had she? How long had she even been away from the camp? She looked up and saw the moon, on the opposite side of the sky, but no hint of morning. She felt her feet sink far into the soil of the trail, almost causing her to trip on the uneven ground. She looked down to see tracks, some kind of animal, she was unsure of what type. But when she moved her feet she saw how large the tracks really were. She gasped suddenly as she heard a quiet groan.
“Todd, is that you?”
There was a rustle, but no response. She started to get more sensitive. She felt her hairs standing on end, a wave of sensation going up and down her body. Like the wind, if the wind had large soft hands.
“George? Manny? It’s not funny anymore.”
Still no reply. Her scalp began to tingle. Every hair on her tiny body stood on end.
“Ok, you win. Seriously you guys, come out already. I’ll do whatever you want. You really win this time.”
Jane turned around in circles, and saw three massive shadows moving towards her. They were too big to be any of her friends. They were too big to be any human, she thought. And as they moved closer, they became bigger than any animal she had ever seen.
“Who are you,” she said, trembling. “What do you want?”
By the time they were in full view of the moonlight, standing on their hind legs, Jane was too scared to say anything at all coherent. She looked them all up and down, thinking she was hallucinating or something even worse. But even in her fog, in her nakedness and fear and chill, she knew what they wanted. She could tell just by looking. Leading them forth, in front of each of the brothers, were their massive werewolf erections. They moved slowly inward towards her, until she could only gape open her mouth at their size and their clear intention.
By now she should have been crying. If she was anyone else, or if she was at any other time in her life, she would have been scared, falling to the floor to beg for her life or play dead or wish she was dead already. But the feelings Jane felt were something much different, and much more familiar. She felt hot all over. She felt hungry, like she had been earlier in the evening and more than she had ever been before. She felt her pussy getting wet and her mouth drooling. Deep down she wanted whatever was about to happen.
There was no discussion. Each of the brothers drew themselves toward the woman at a different angle, as if they all knew exactly how to share. As if they had done this many times before. Ulric, who was clearly the leader, charged at her from the front. He jumped on her and brought her down on to her back, laying them both down on the forest floor as he slid his animal phallus into her aching pussy in one fluid motion.
Her pussy stretched and spasmed around his enormous cock. He pressed himself on top of her tiny body, pinning her to the ground as he thrusted into her warm soaking crevice. Jane's senses were overloaded, all she could smell was the dirty musk of his thick fur pressed into her nostrils. She couldn't fight the pleasure emanating from her pussy as the werewolf filled her more than she had ever experienced with any man.
Bertolf approached and grunted loudly, signaling Ulric to remember the others. Suddenly Ulric grabbed Jane around the torso and, without leaving her pussy, flipped her over on top of him, his back to the ground now. She continued to buck her hips into his body as he grabbed her and forced her along his swollen shaft.
Bertolf knelt behind her and pushed her over onto Urlic's chest, exposing her tight little ass, her puckered hole was glistening in the moonlight. The werewolf brought his huge rough tongue to her bottom and began to lick her ass, the sensation almost brought Jane to tears. The feeling of his hot wet tongue massaging her sensitive ass hole was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The feeling was so intense that she quickly forgot about the fact that he was only liking her to prepare her for penetration.
Suddenly he stopped licking and sat up and began to press his cock to her ass. He entered her twitching hole from behind, finding her ass pleasurably virgin-tight, and thanks to his licking it was almost as wet as her cunt.
Zeff padded over to the girl’s face, dangling his monster cock in front of her lips. Usually he was used to having to pry them open at this point, the women being so concentrated on what was happening in her bottom half. But Jane was all there, all ready, licking her lips and opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Her mouth was moist, heated, and he fell into it. Almost entirely. She was soaring in the warmth, the wetness, lost in the hairy flesh and the padding against her lips. The taste was metallic, and she rubbed her tongue around the massive dick that reached all the way into her swollen throat. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the furry base of the cock, needing both hands to handle his girth. She twisted around and squeezed, wanting to bring the beast to his knees.
For the first time, Jane felt completely full. She felt like she was losing control of her insides. She felt like she was expanding to take in the giant invasions. The slick tissue of her feminine membrane was there to guide each of the cocks into her most precious holes. The sounds issuing from the mouths of the wolves was like something out of a nightmare, but she was hearing it this time in a different light, with almost a different body. It sounded like the earth was talking into her hear, telling her to suck harder. To buck more fiercely, to open herself even more than she was now.
For every naked pore Jane had, they had twice the fur. They were polar opposites. She was a small, smooth, curving, wet, cavernous being full of light. They were massive, hairy, hard, forced into angles, sucking darkness from the depths of the forest and thrusting it into her until she felt as though the colors themselves were beginning to drown her from the inside out.
Suddenly, she felt each of them pulling out of her. She opened her eyes, feeling desperately empty and unfinished and wondering what possibly could have made them change their minds. But before she could get further into her doubt, she felt them all reach to flip her body over and around, rotating her so they could take turns entering her different holes. She was filled up once again, her mouth now filled with the familiar taste of her own pussy juice, sweet and cut by the hard flavor of the second dick to enter her mouth.
She sucked herself off of him and swallowed before taking the full length of him into her mouth. The brothers below were having no trouble getting themselves into her, despite their size. She squeezed the muscled of her cunt and her ass at the same time, sending them into spirals of early pleasure. But they had miles left to go. By now, Todd would have cum three times over. But these animals had more man in them than Todd ever would. And now, Jane had more man in her than she ever dreamed possible. And more animal in her than she could have imagined, even in her kinkiest fantasies.
All at once, Jane felt her energy being depleted. She was waning, the tone in her muscles was exhausted from being so tense, so hard and flexed. The energy of her limbs and her tongue, thrashing, so violently but so controlled, began to weaken. There was only so much she could take, it seemed, and she was reaching the ceiling of her own pleasure.
At that moment, she lost all control. She was nearly floating, held up by the pressure and support of the three giant dicks invading her most intimate and sacred places. Just as she thought she would dissolve right into thin air, she felt every pore of her body convulse in a spectacular wave or orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body was on fire. Riding wave after wave, gripping on and sliding off of each cock being driven into her space.
The moon looked brighter and closer, imposing and inviting at the same time. She felt a power, an energy welling up inside her that was like no drug she had ever taken. She felt like she could take on the world, and with that she used every inch of her skin to vibrate herself from the inside out.
One by one, the brothers began to feel her vibrations and brought themselves to their ferocious sexual climaxes. First was the cock in her mouth, pulsing and fucking her in the back of the throat as she prepared herself to take him in, to swallow whatever he had to offer. He came, not in spurts, but in one swift blow, the pressure of the load nearly choked her as she struggled to swallow as much of the foul seed as she could. She barely got a taste, as it went down her throat as fast as she could drink it, gasping for breath, and as he pulled himself out of her for the last time, she kept her wet tongue out to give it a long lick goodbye.
Down on her other half, the brothers were thrusting in rhythm, both of them struggling to keep on their toes while she grabbed at them with her well-trained interior muscles. Jane looked down to see them brace themselves against the nearest trees, their long sinewy arm muscles reflecting the sweat by the light of the moon.
In concert, she felt their animal members welling up with an ungodly amount of cum, and as they let loose
