This Halloween, I have a story about a big werewolf cock for you. 

Of course, like all good tales, this story about a big werewolf cock was told to me by my friend Sarah. 

Sarah likes to run, even when it is snowing. And all of the running paths around here go through trees and woods. Plus, the paths are very remote. But Sarah runs anyway, dressed in sweatpants and a long jersey top, with a headband around her long brown hair. 

That was her outfit when she saw the guy. According to Sarah, she planned to ignore him. However, when she looked at him, he was very well ripped and very well endowed. She didn’t realize he had a big werewolf cock, but his cock was “very nice”.

Well, I think we know why she overlooked his ragged clothes and dirty hair. It’s quite obvious why she invited him back to her car, asking if he needed a ride. And if he growled more than he spoke, Sarah didn’t mind. Instead, she focused on that big werewolf cock swinging with each step of his.

With arousal clouding her mind, she asked the guy if he wanted to run back to the car. In telling the story to me, she added that his eyes lit up at the idea. He leaned forward, as if hungry, and followed behind her. 

She realized quickly that he wasn’t breathing hard. Instead, he matched her gait, as if watching her, and sizing her up. Sometimes, he slowed down and then sped back up, almost as if lunging at her. 

Yet, Sarah felt thrilled at being hunted in this way. She loved him baring down on her heels. She wondered if he smelled her sweat and arousal before him and if his big werewolf cock was hardening, even a little, in those raggedy pants. 

A Thrill Ran Through Her.

As soon as they reached the parking clearing, the werewolf dove. He pressed her up against the hood of a car, facedown. I guess he didn’t want a big boobed tit-job, since he was all over her ass, pressing his big werewolf cock against her butt.

On the hood, he slammed one of his hands down. Surprised, Sarah watched as his hand grew hairier. Plus, he growled

He pushed her again against the car hood, and growled in her ear, rubbing his cock right between her thighs. Sarah gasped and moved her hips back, rubbing in tandem. “He smelled my wet pussy,” she reported to me the next day. 

Nails on his furry hand lengthened. Then, he took that hand and began to rip at her sweatpants, a nice hole along the seam. He never damaged her pussy, she assured me. And all she could think about was that big werewolf cock pressing against her butt.

But as soon as her pussy was exposed, her scent leaked out of her. He took a few sniffs before moving down to her hole and started licking. Her arousal built, right on his face, as she wondered when his big werewolf cock would press against her, and push inside. 

She wanted it so badly! 

Now, I think this was all a dream, but Sarah still swears by it. She does still have those ripped jogging sweats…

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