Red Confession: Devoured by Voluptuous Wolves at the Manor

The gravel crunched under my boots as I parked at the old manor on Wolf’s Path. Heart pounding already. Catherine opened the gate, silk robe clinging to her heavy curves. Breasts swaying free, nipples pressing the fabric. Ass cheeks jiggling with each step up the path. Cellulite rippling like waves I craved to grab. No panties. Fuck. My cock twitched hard.

Inside, narrow stairs. Face inches from her trembling globes. Up to the office. Window overlooks the pool. Five naked women lounging. Tits sagging ripe, thighs thick, bushes wild and dark. Reflection in glass lets me stare while pretending to fix the PC. It boots easy. But the photo folder? Massive. Thumbnails explode: spread pussies, hairy forests swallowing fingers, tits smothering faces. Videos too. My pulse races. Double-click. Full screen: brunette milf, legs wide, matted fur dripping. Electricity shoots to my groin.

The Fever Ignites

Scroll. Catherine there, gangbanged soft then hard. One guy buried in them. Lucky bastard. Copy to USB. Hands shake. She catches me. ‘Naughty boy. Like what you see?’ Laughs, eyes gleaming. Tells me watch videos. I do. Muffled moans: tongues in cunts, six women piling on that guy. My dick strains. Tea time downstairs. They half-cover, tease. Hands on knees, thighs. Time melts. Touches linger. Skin hot. Vincent calls. ‘Leave now!’ I bolt, confused, hard.

USB empty at home. Obsessed with that guy. Looks my age. Plumber missing nearby? Back next day. ‘Update needed.’ Poolside again. Tea flows. Relaxed, dizzy. One squats, pisses loud on stone. Laughter erupts. Clothes vanish. Bodies press. Lips on cock. Two mouths, wet suction pulling deep. Relays. Hands in fur, tongues everywhere.

Blaze of Flesh and Fury

The Blaze consumes. Dragged down. Pussy grinds my face, juices flooding. Another impales on my shaft, walls clenching like vise. Heat engulfs. Thighs crush ribs. Fingers plunge into sopping slits. Tits slap skin, nipples dragged across chest. They rotate. Mouthing balls, rimming ass. Sweat mixes with cum. Heart hammers. Fingernails rake. Cries guttural. One rides reverse, ass cheeks smothering thighs. I thrust up, savage. Buried in folds, hairy lips devouring. Ecstasy multiplies. Fingers fisted in cunts. Tongue swirling clits. They grind harder, faster. Bodies slick, pounding flesh symphony. Climax builds, world red.

Ashes settle, but fire lingers. Dusk falls. Faces twist. Eyes glow feral. Teeth sharpen. Bodies warp, monstrous. Claws dig bloody. Panic surges. They lunge, snarling. Vincent bursts in, torch blazing. ‘Back off my boy!’ They flee, convulsing inside. Skin still burns from their grip. Scratches throb hot. Heart slows, but pulse echoes in veins. He knew. Harmless till night. Just want love. That missing plumber? Probably drowned in bliss like me. Unique. Dangerous. Craved. I’d return. Skin itches for more.