Nothing, as long as Jenny only wants to play

You don’t know what is going on with your girlfriend, but last time she acted like this you only survived because of luck. You know you have to do something. Carefully you circle around and try to grab her from behind but your girlfriend immediately turns around and hisses at you dangerously. For a moment you fear she would jump up and bite you. But then, to your surprise, Jenny buries her face in the frightened Leyla's crotch and starts to eat her out through the pants.

“Oh god, s-stop,” Leyla gasps, “no, don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop. God, are you good.”

“Jenny stop,” Tom tries to reason, “that's my girlfriend. I’m the only one who should do this.”

Jenny answers by baring her teeth and growling aggressively. For a very short moment, her face looks more like the one of a wolf than of a human. Then she opens her mouth, bites between Leyla's legs, and rips a large piece out of her designer jeans. Both you and Tom are shocked by the power Jenny reveals. Jeans stuff is very tight but she tore it apart with only her teeth.

Then Jenny ignores you and continues to penetrate her old friend's pussy. It only takes seconds until Leyla reaches climax, cries loud and her orgasm erupts in a wave of pussy juice over Jenny's face. Both girls collapse. Jenny rolls back where you catch her and hold her tight. Leyla is heavily breathing while she lies in the arms of Tom.

“What the hell was that?” Tom asks and comforts Leyla.

You just shrug your shoulders. You never saw your girlfriend freaking out like that. Well, at least not by daylight. Carefully you reach in your backpack and pull out a handkerchief to clean Jenny's face.

“Hey, sweet boy,” Jenny says sleepy and caresses your cheeks, “what happened, I only remember Leyla whipping me with my own shirt.”

“Well you somehow went crazy and …**** Leyla with your tongue,” you explain carefully, “and you literally bit her pants to shreds.”

“I did what?” Jenny asks shocked, “Leyla, are you alright?”

“Oh, bloody hell, that was good,” Leyla moans still exhausted, “I had my pussy eaten by boys and girls since I was old enough for sex but nobody ever was as aggressive as you. Well, I guess that’s worth the designer jeans.”

“I … I’m sorry, Leyla,” Jenny says embarassed, “I didn’t meant to **** you.”

“Really?” Tom asks grinning, “because you ate my girlfriend out like your life depended on it. It’s not a problem for me, I can share her. But I would appreciate it if you say me when I’m out. I’m sadly not as beautiful as you. So I could impossible beat you as a rival.”

“You are trustworthy, that‘s beautiful enough for me,” Leyla interrupts, “and I’m afraid, I prefer cocks over tongues. Sorry, Jenny. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Can we please act like this had never happened!” Jenny begs and presses herself deeper in your arms.

“We can try,” Leyla agrees playfully, “but you will never get my pussy out of your mind. Nobody does.”

“Well, I suppose we go and let you two alone,” Tom mumbles, “see you tomorrow in school.”

Leyla says goodbye to you too and your friends leave. Jenny continues to rest in your arms and refuses to move away from your caring hug.

“So, any chance you tell me why you **** Leyla,” you ask and gently caress Jenny's hair, “I mean, she obviously enjoyed it. But is this something related to your werewolf nature?”

“I’m not sure,” Jenny answers calmly, “little is known about werewolves. Much less than we would like to know. But this little blackout indeed felt like the times I’m in my werewolf form. So I guess it‘s possible that my animalistic instincts take the upper hand when I’m very excited. But without transformation, I can’t infect others.”

“Why did you never jump on me when we have sex?” you ask, “don’t tell me I’m not as good as Leyla.”

“I love you, silly,” Jenny replies, “with you, I always feel safe. But with her hand at my private parts and the unpredictability of her actions I just lost control.”

“Well, I’m glad you are normal again,” you say and kiss Jenny on the cheek, “but next time we have sex I expect you to go after me the same way. Otherwise, I'll be jealous.”

“Have you seen my shirt?” Jenny asks smiling and looking around.

“You throw it in the branches,” you answer and look up, “I assume Sammy took it.”

“Shit, she will never give it back,” mumbles Jenny and rests her head on your chest, “can you carry me home?”

“I can, but why?” you ask, “you have two healthy legs.”

“Please,” Jenny begs and gives you a look with puppy eyes, “I want to be a cute little girl right now.”