Quinton's, too, offered a celebrity sighting, one that pleased Richard far more than the football star: the boys' much-admired former waitress, the Woodchuck, unseen for quite some time, was off-duty and at the bar, dancing in her seat to Salt-n-Pepa along with a bevy of sorostitute friends, one of whom sank to the floor and did the splits at one point. Readers, that girl was very flexible! "I feel dirty," said Chip, but his gaze did not leave the bar, and Richard allowed that these sights made up for a lot of boring nights at Quinton's.
Tonight on the Cougar: "The guys must reveal their deepest secrets anonymously, and Stacey goes skydiving with the two whose secrets touch her most deeply. But only one of them returns to the mansion, where he and the other remaining contestants must each write a song describing his feelings for her. It's dinner and a show for the winner. Back at the mansion, another guy is in tears."
A lot of readers on the street have been saying: "Harry Lupus is great, but it's rarely sexy enough that I actually want to rub one out to it." Perhaps Cl.thier's entry today will change that. Put the kids to bed, readers, because Harry and Muffy are about to fuck!
"Harry woke up with an intense hangover and a taste in his mouth he could only compare to the floor of a dog pound. He tried to piece together the evening, but could only turn over fragments. He remembered going to the Homecoming football game against the Fort Scott Bears but had no idea who won or when he left. There was some sort of run-in with the weird emo kids who all looked like wet Gothic rats, but Harry couldn’t remember why it started or how it ended. He also remembered going to Muffy’s party out at the lake, but had no recollection of coming home. Rolling over, he found his sheets in tatters, and his clothes nowhere to be found. What he did find was Muffy.
Muffy’s naked body was sprawled out face down next to him, her chest moving easilyy, her small, rounded butt cheeks squirming ever so slightly. Harry had no idea how either of them had gotten there, but he didn’t care – his animal instincts were taking over, and he climbed on top of Muffy, grinding his hips into her backside. For a split second he worried she might protest, but Harry was relieved when the only sounds from Muffy were a long, low growl of pleasure, followed by a desperate command, “Get me, Harry.”
The young and horny wereboy proceeded to do just that. Muffy continued to keep her face and shoulders pressed against the torn sheets of the bed, but raised her pert bottom into the air for Harry to take. He thrust his bony werewolf hips into her over and over, as she rocked back and forth, using her knees and elbows to time her hips and ass to slam into Harry as he moved forward to slam into her. An incredible growling and yelping arose, with the two thrashing against one another in a sexual frenzy that resembled a fight between two dogs than it did any sort of human lovemaking. Muffy reached behind her and clawed at Harry’s hips and butt, scraping the flesh off of his things. Harry’s own claws dug into Muffy’s own flesh as he grabbed her beautifully toned waist and pulled it to his pounding pelvis. The yawping reached a fever pitch and almost simultaneously the two let out long howls, the walls shaking from the combined vibrations of their sexual madness and throaty eruptions.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Alessandra M-, a foreign exchange student and K!p’s girlfriend, was screaming hysterically: “Eastsiders have K!ppy! Eastsiders have K!ppy!” Then she collapsed on the bed, sending all three tumbling in a heap of hair and sweat and sexual juices. Harry couldn’t believe his luck."