It's been twenty-nine days since you last heard from me, and quite a lot has happened since then. Dolph and I are still together, but it has been tenuous at times. He told me that his name actually means "wolf." I really wish that I had known that a month ago.

Sometimes he is willing to talk about his condition, other times that subject is off-limits. What I have learned is that he cannot control "the change." He is forced to shift into wolf form once a month near the peak of a full moon, although some extreme trauma can force the change to occur during that part of the lunar cycle. The condition is transferred only through the bloodline, so there is no way for an outsider to contract it. He doesn't know the cause, but his grandmother always referred to it as a "family curse."

D had always been insistent that I never encounter his wolf form again. I reluctantly agreed, but I had no intention of going through with that promise. In preparation for my next encounter with the wolf, I would do everything I could think of to get D to perform at his roughest and most aggressive. Although D was well-endowed by human standards, he paled in comparison to that of his wolf form. Still, a regular occurrence of deep, hard fucking had stretched my pussy out, noticeably.

I parked my car at the far edge of D's farm, leaving all of my belongings, other than a flashlight and a stepstool, locked inside it. From there, I hoofed it to D's house at around dusk. He had informed me he was locking the house up and had installed safety chains on all the entry doors so I couldn't get in. What D hadn't planned on, however, was the fact that I knew how he let the wolf out of the house.

The sill of that window sat at about three feet from the floor. That's why the couch placed in front of it made the perfect stairstep for the wolf to climb out and jump to the ground. As I approached the window, I realized that I had made a bit of a miscalculation. It would seem that D's house was elevated about three feet from ground level. That meant that the window was about six feet up, and that my two-foot stepstool was a bit lacking.

As I placed the stepstool in position and climbed to the top step, I was just tall enough that my tits lined up with the windowsill. I knew that it was going to take a bit of effort for me to be able to hoist myself up to that level, particularly on a tipsy stepstool. It took a few minutes for me to psych myself up to give it a try. I knew that if I didn't make it in the first couple of tries, I was probably screwed. Fatigue would surely kick in and make the task nearly impossible.

If I were a more sensible human being, I probably would have just given up and returned next month with a taller ladder, but I had fantasized about taking an epic pounding for about twenty-eight days and counting. The orgasm that the wolf had given me was so incredibly powerful, and it happened really quickly. It had only taken a bit over five minutes to send me over the edge. I could only imagine what would happen if we had been locked up for a longer period of time.

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I have previously mentioned that I have a reputation around town. A large part of that stems from an incident that happened a couple of years ago at Wilson's Tavern. It was a Saturday night, and I was between boyfriends. While it always does the trick, I will just say that sometimes a girl needs something other than the battery-powered friend in her nightstand drawer.

Three young men from the local college were sitting at a table, and one was particularly handsome. Feeling bold, I approached him and bluntly offered him a good time. He looked at his friends and said that I would have to take care of his frat buddies, as well. I'm sure that he expected me to dismiss that offer, but I was in the mood for some fun, so I told him that I was fine with that as long as he went first.

Normally, my spontaneous hookups would happen in the restroom, outside the bar, or inside a vehicle, but those options didn't really accommodate four people. Instead, we headed to the backroom of the bar. Wilson's had a small backroom with a couple of dining tables, a pool table, and a jukebox. As soon as we got back there, one of the guys hoisted me on top of the pool table. All three of them took turns peeling off my clothing until I was completely nude.

I pointed at the cute guy, and he approached me and unzipped his pants. He hurriedly plunged his cock inside me and started pumping quickly. The other two guys lay me flat across the table and offered their eager cocks to my mouth and hands while their friend did his business. It didn't take long for the first guy to finish, which resulted in a hasty reshuffling of positions.

By the time that all three had taken a turn, some of the other patrons had shown up to watch the show. Many of them joined in. Some were getting impatient, and they tried to see if I could accommodate two of them at once. After multiple attempts, they found the right combination, with one guy underneath me and one on top. That was when things got fun for me. Pushed to the limit, I had several orgasms over the next hour or so.

To be honest, I lost count of how many men there were in total. Plus, several of them took more than one turn at it. By the time they had all run out of steam, I was covered in cum from my waist on up, I had swallowed at least a dozen loads, and the others were dripping out of my gaping pussy. It was the best sexual experience of my life...That was until I met the wolf.

It didn't take long for word to get out all over town about what a "nasty slut" I was. I could have retaliated by mentioning all of the married guys who rushed to the front of the line, or mentioned that Tommy Johnston had to sub in for the first double-penetration because he had the skinniest, little dick of the group. I didn't do that. Instead, I took the high road. Still today, nobody looks at me the same way that they used to.

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As good as that experience was, my night with the wolf was even better. Besides, one big dick feels better than two average ones. To be honest, the whole double-penetration thing feels a little bit awkward.

I did a few stretches and practiced hopping in place a few times, just to get loosened up. Then, I stripped naked and climbed on top of the stepstool. I figured it might help not having any restrictive clothing. Plus, if the wolf was waiting for me, I didn't want to have to try to undress under duress.

With my hands on the windowsill, I took a couple of practice hops, just to make sure that the stool wasn't going to tip over. Since it seemed secure, I went for it. On the first try, I managed to get high enough to lock my arms in place underneath me. As I tried to swing my knee up and into position, my weight shifted forward. I ended up doing a sprawling forward tumble over the couch and crash landed on my backside with a "thud." Well, the good news was that I was inside.

Just as I wondered what form of Dolph I was about to encounter, I heard a crashing sound from down the hallway. There was a loud thumping sound, followed by the scraping of claws. That answered my question. After hearing it for a couple of repetitions, I could tell that the wolf was trying to break through a door.

As I entered the hallway, I could see that D's bedroom door had been pulled closed, perhaps from the air movement of the open window. He had undergone his change, and his other form was left closed in the bedroom. I could tell by the sound that it was only a matter of time until the beast broke the door down. It was clearly getting pretty agitated, as well.

I called out to the beast and alerted it to my presence. As I did, the creature stopped lunging at the door for the moment. I cautiously cracked the door open to find the wolf sitting obediently and waiting for me. It was obvious that he remembered my voice or my scent, because I could see that he was not only being passive, but he remembered that I was his bitch.

He charged me as I was still opening the door, and buried his face in my crotch. Consumed by the raw fucking that I had experienced last time, I had nearly forgotten how quickly the wolf had made me cum with his tongue. I decided to test how comfortable the wolf was with me, so I slowly reached my arms toward him. Although he didn't seem like he particularly enjoyed it, he didn't resist my effort to pet him behind his ears. Again, it took the beast less than two minutes to make me cum.

Once he had licked me clean, I cautiously dropped to my knees. I was truly face-to-face with the creature for the first time. It was time for me to try to return the favor, so to speak. While the wolf was becoming a little bit excited, he certainly wasn't fully aroused. I wrapped my hand around his cock and directed it toward my mouth. It didn't take much encouragement for the monster's cock to begin to plump up. Within seconds, I couldn't begin to fit my mouth around the full width of the head. Instead, I tried stroking the shaft as I wiggled my tongue across the "flat" part of the tip. Precum flowed steadily at a rate faster than I could swallow. By the time that I decided that he was sufficiently aroused, my entire face was covered with seminal fluid.

I spun around and positioned myself on all fours in nearly the same spot as I had last month. I slapped my backside a couple of times and chirped, "Come on, Wolfie! I've got what you want right here!"

Perhaps the beast was confused by what I had just done to him, or he was just surprised by my aggressiveness, but it took him a moment to spring into action. The first seconds were predictably clumsy, but he managed to get his big, wet cock inside of me. I immediately bit my lip as the sensation of my pussy being significantly stretched hit me. It felt so good as the long, rapid thrusts of the beast's cock created a sensory overload.

I could feel the knot bumping against me, so far without successfully engaging. Fortunately, I knew there was little chance that this wild beast would be content without full penetration. Even after I witnessed the knot up close and had experienced it once before, I still was not prepared to take it. The wolf's cock was about as big around as my closed fist, and the knot was about twice that size. It was designed to be effective on a mate that was the same size as the wolf, and I was half its size.

As the beast continued to shuffle forward, the knot finally locked inside me, but not before it stretched me wide open for several unsuccessful thrusts. I gasped and nearly fainted from the strain. As would be expected, I wasn't afforded any respite. The creature's cock fit every bit as tightly inside of me as it had before. I was sure that the head was pressed against my cervix at the same moment that the knot was tight.

Again, I was flung forward and backward with every thrust that the wolf unleashed. While I had enjoyed the earlier sensations of his longer thrusting motions, I had become convinced that the beast's massive knot was making contact with my G-spot. I was just getting warmed up when my furry fuck-buddy emptied his first, massive load inside of me. Every bit of my chamber was filled with his hot cum. I could already feel the overflow of droplets trickling down my thighs.

The wolf briefly licked my ear from behind and did his signature spin-around dismount. That was when I made a severe misjudgement. I locked my knees firmly in place and planted myself as I snarled, "You aren't going anywhere, Wolfie! I have you right where I want you."

It took me completely by surprise when the knot pulled free. Once again, the sensation of the knot passing through floored me. I started seeing stars and tried to gather myself as the beast's freshly deposited load poured from my gaping hole. As I turned around, I saw that the wolf was headed down the hall with his massive dong dragging on the floor. In a panic, I tried to hurry to my feet. I stumbled down the hall and turned into the living room just as the wolf was perched on the couch and ready to jump to freedom. My best guess is that he would have already been gone if he didn't have to adjust his leap to avoid the clutter that I had left.

"Wolfie!" I screamed. "I have been waiting twenty-nine days for you to fuck the living hell out of me. Now get your furry, fucking ass over here and finish what you started!"

I crawled down on all fours, again, this time near the entryway of the living room. Once again, I shook my backside, slapped it a few times, and spread wide for my hairy stud to take the bait. I saw his head whip back and forth a couple of times. He let out a whimper of torment, not sure which option to choose. After sniffing around briefly, he turned around and directed his attention at me.

"Show your bitch what her purpose is, Wolfie!" I shouted, still shaking my ass back and forth.

The beast mounted me with renewed aggressiveness. I assume that the frustration and angst of contemplation had him a little bit fired up. As usual, it was an awkward start, although it felt a little bit different due to already having a massive load inside of me. The pleasurable sensation of those long, fast strokes felt even better with all of that lubrication, and I could feel cum splattering with every thrust. My pussy made the craziest, sloppiest sounds I have ever heard before Wolfie managed to sink the knot inside once more.

"I'll never get used to that, " I thought to myself.

He gave me a good, hard fucking before he deposited his second load inside of me. Once again, Wolfie had filled my cup to the point of overflowing.

It was time for me to change my strategy. I decided to offer resistance, but just a bit. That way, hopefully, the knot couldn't pull free. He tried to break away, but this time my technique worked. It took mere moments for him to decide to have another "go" at me.

I may have been his "bitch, " but that giant wolf-cock belonged to me. My first "proper" orgasm arrived shortly into the following flurry. Although I don't know the proper way for a bitch to express her approval, a howl seemed to be in order. "Aaah-ooooooo!" I exclaimed. That even seemed to catch Wolfie off guard, because it made him hold up for a moment.

After that, the sequence was well and truly on repeat. Once properly triggered, I was cumming every bit as frequently as my mate. Every subsequent time that climaxed, I howled at Wolfie. I lost track of how many times each of us came, but we were each well into double-digits by the time that I passed out. When I awoke, D was in human form, still balls-deep inside of me. I can only surmise that both Wolfie and I fucked until we both collapsed onto the floor.

"Nikki, what did you do?" D exclaimed.

I was pretty confident that an argument was about to ensue, but D's reaction surprised me. He was actually shocked that I was able to contain the wolf for an entire night. As far as he knew, that was something that had never been done before.

We both cautiously got to our feet, trying to gain our footing on a floor wet with wolf-cum. I was sore in every way a woman can be, but that wasn't a bad thing.

D looked at me differently from that day forward. He saw me as his salvation. I was his weapon against his family's curse. He didn't have to live in isolation anymore.

In fact, there are twenty-five days until the next full moon, and I have already been invited to D's house for a sleepover.

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