I remember when I was in grade school and my mother first taught me to spank my monkey. I was a little afraid to spank my monkey at first for fear that I'd get hairy palms, so I simply refrained, relishing in the anticipation of what that "white snot," as my mom called it, would look and feel like when it finally squirted out of my werewolf cock. I kept the secret knowledge of "hairy palms" to myself for years. It never even came up until one day during my Senior year in high school there were five or six us, me and my buddies out playing football on recess, in the school playground. That's when Billy Benson came up to all of us and started bragging. "Yup, I got me some hairy pussy over the weekend, boys," Billy said. He was 18 years old and so was I.

We all gathered around him, asking him questions. Billy was so proud, his face beaming bright as he kept rubbing his crotch though his blue jeans, telling us the story of how he had fucked Tarina Johnson, a 28-year old, hairy pussied werewoman who had been at Billy's house over the weekend babysitting his two younger sisters. I guess Billy came home earlier than usual Saturday night, came home to find Tarina there, smoking weed and a little drunk; and she lured Billy into his parents' bedroom where she pulled his pants down and began to suck on his hard, 18-year old cock.

"It felt so good," Billy said out there on the playground that day, "that I shot a bunch of white snot into her mouth all in about 4 seconds. Then she let me rest for awhile before I stuck my dick between her unshaved legs, into her warm hairy hole there and started pushing it in and out. She was screaming, hootin' and howling until the white snot came out again and it all went up into her pussy deep."

I was appalled, actually, imagining Billy doing this to a girl-- even if she was a werewoman-- so I said, "You actually stuck your hard weiner inside her hairy pussy? On purpose? And she was howling like a wolf but you still didn't stop?"

"Yeah, it felt good," Billy said. "What the hell's it to ya, Taco? You got any better ideas of what to do with your dick when it gets hard? Tarina might have been howling, but it felt good enough to me. Besides, it was all her idea. She even helped me put it in her, said that my first time should be with a girl with a little hair on her."

Somehow I had a hard time believing that Tarina liked it, and I wanted more than anything to bring up hairy palms and monkey spanking that day to all my friends as an alternative to doing this crude, cruel thing to werewomen, sticking their peters inside werewomen's hairy pussies for their own sick gratification. But my mother warned me not to speak of hairy palms, and I had yet to actually spank my monkey to see hairs grow from my hand, so I chose to stay silent.

"I'll tell you what, Taco," Billy said. "You come with me over to my place this Saturday night when Tarina is babysitting again, and we'll see who the "nicer," better man is. As soon as Tarina takes her clothes off and you get a glimpse of all her sexy body hair, you'll be doing the same thing I did, sticking your dick inside her whether you think the girl likes it or not. It's called "getting a piece of hairy ass," Taco, and all us men got to learn to do it sometime. If you can't get yourself to be mean to a werewoman and stick it inside her hairy cunt, then you're a baby."

This was on a Monday, so I had a few days to think about what Billy said. In the meantime, on Wednesday afternoon I was walking down the railroad tracks with my 18 year old friend, Scott, talking about all the things Billy had said, when all the sudden I looked down and saw what looked like a newspaper. I picked it up, started thumbing through the yellowed pages, to see all these pictures of hairy werewomen just standing there naked. All these older, not so attractive werewomen, with their sagging, bulbous fleshy titties hanging from their chests and forests of shaggy rugs sprouting hairs all over their bodies. From the furry, hairy mounds between their legs I heard them saying, "Be mean to me. Stick your dick in here to hear me howl at the moon. You don't want hairy palms, do you?" They all had this creepy look in their eyes, showing their hairy asses spread wide open as Scott and I looked at the pictures, mesmerized and it total awe. Besides brief, horrifying glimpses of our mothers in the bath tub, neither of us had seen a naked woman before, and especially none with so much hair on them. And now here before our eyes was page after page of scary, disturbing pictures of naked werewomen, seeming to want to be punished, inviting you to hurt them by putting your penis inside them and filling their hairy pussies deep with white, steaming snot.

"My pee pee's getting hard," Scott whispered tentatively. "Is yours?"

It was, but I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to spank my monkey more than anything right then, but something inside me said to wait until Saturday night, when I went to Billy's place. I didn't want to get hairy palms but I wanted to make the white snot come out because I felt it roaring in my balls; it had been for years; but I wanted it to come out for the right reasons, in the right way. I figured it was an important moment in my life- and after seeing the creepy naked werewomen in what I now know was an old "Werewoman Swingers Classified" newspaper- I began to wonder if Billy was right, that werewomen wanted to be inserted with a dick. They wanted men to make them howl at the moon, for whatever reason, and it seemed so strange and wrong to my sensitive sensibilities.

Saturday night finally rolled around and I was scared. I met Billy on a street corner we often hung out on. We sat on the corner and talked for a bit, got an older guy to buy us some beer which we drank in an alley. Soon, 9pm rolled around and we knew Tarina would be at Billy's babysitting. My heart began to race as we walked towards Billy's. Out of nowhere, Billy put his arm around me, patted me on the back and said, "Yeah, as soon as you stick that young dick of yours inside Tarina's hairy pussy and hear her howl at the moon, you won't have to worry about getting hairy palms from spanking your monkey, Taco. You'll know what the right way is."

"You know about hairy palms?" I asked Billy, shocked.

"Yep. Just found out yesterday from a couple local college guys who, funnily enough, call themselves the "Hairy Palmed Monkey Spankers" as some sort of sick joke. They found out I got a piece of hairy werewoman ass and joined me into their club. They told me all about guys getting hairy palms and how they plan to stop monkey spanking forever here in town."

I didn't get a chance to question Billy further, for in moments we were right up on his door. We walked in and I was terrified, seeing Tarina sitting on the couch watching TV. She was an extremely pretty 28 year old girl, wearing a tight black T-shirt you could see her nipples through. She brushed her long blonde hair from her eyes and smiled at us. "Oh, so you brought a friend tonight, huh, Billy? He's cute."

"Yep, here's Taco," Billy said, patting me on the back, and it wasn't long before his two younger sisters were put to bed. There was an awkward sort of silence for a bit as the three of us quietly sat in the living room, pretending to watch television. Billy was sitting on the recliner while I was stuck on the couch, sitting on the end opposite Tarina, feeling strange and horribly self-conscious of why I was there, to hurt her with my werewolf dick. Soon, Tarina broke the silence, scooted right up next to me as I smelled her perfume and it made my penis stiff; just her body heat nearly drove me mad.

"So'd you tell little Taco here about what you did to me last week, Billy?" Tarina said, smiling, giving me this bewitching, creepy look as she started unzipping my pants. Then in no time she was sucking my werewolf cock. I couldn't believe it, it felt incredible, the most beautiful intense feeling I ever felt and, as I shot my first ever load of cum into Tarina's mouth, looking into her dark brown eyes as she lapped up my jism, strands of young semen dangling from her nose and splattered upon her cheeks, I was certain I looked upon the face of a Werewoman Goddess.

"Now stick it inside her hairy pussy, Taco!" Billy said, his own pants now pulled down and his gorgeous, young pink dick dangling from between his legs, begging to be sucked again. He walked up to Tarina and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her pretty face into his crotch as she grunted and whimpered, then finally began slobbering on Billy's dick. I was behind Tarina, staring at her ass that was covered in silky, white panties, not knowing what to do, not wanting to be cruel like Billy, not wanting to hurt her, but somehow the thought of my first ever load of white snot already sliding down her throat gave me strength. Tentatively, I slid down her underwear, gazing at her beautiful bare ass. It was covered in long, thin blonde silky hairs which I began to gently rub with my hands and I could see thick strands of hair poking out below from where her furry, blonde pussy was, proving that she was indeed a werewoman despite her outward normal appearance. With a worried look on my face, I nervously tapped my hard dick between the top of her hairy butt cheeks, not knowing what to do, wanting to do everything the right way. "Just be mean and put your dick in her hairy pussy, Taco!" Billy yelled as Tarina sucked him off. "Put it in and slide it out! Do it, dude! It'll stretch her pussy out and make her start howling at the moon!"

I did it. I stuck my dick in as my head spun with pleasure. She was so wet inside, filled with my cum already in her lungs; and her guts were wet, covered in blood and warm and her hairy pussy was tight. I stuck my cock in and out of her, not wanting to hurt her but enjoying it more and more as yes, she did begin howling at the moon. LOUDLY. Tarina then took Billy's dick out of her mouth, hissing and looking over her shoulder at me. She gave me a vicious, piercing stare as if possessed, her beautiful face contorted and gruesome-looking, smeared with fluids. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as her hair flew all about and she screamed at me, "Yes! Fuck me, you piece of shit!" And I saw all the pictures of the creepy naked werewomen in my mind from the swinger magazine staring at me, their soft titties hanging and their hairy pussies dripping holy water yellow green piss down their legs, begging to be hurt, to be made to scream by pieces of shit young werewolf wanna-bes like me and I never, ever wanted to spank my monkey again or get hairy palms. I only wanted to stick my dick inside of werewomen as I learned to overcome my kind, sensitive nature. I learned to be cruel like a wolf. I squirted my cock snot all over Tarina's hairy ass that night and I'd do it many times more in the months to come.

A couple days later, Billy introduced me to his college friends, members of the "Hairy-Palmed Monkey Spankers," and I took an oath to be part of their club of cruelty. We all made a plan, and thanks to me we had a victim in mind. It was all a big trap I'd laid out for my friend, Scott, with whom I'd been speaking with the few days following my encounter with Tarina. I'd told Scott exactly what happened but he refused to believe it, refused to believe that deliberately sticking your dick inside a werewoman was right. He said he was one of the "nice guys," and he became attached to that Hairy Swinger magazine we'd found near the tracks. He couldn't stop staring at the creepy, naked werewoman pictures therein as he became more and more morbid. As a test, I told him about "monkey spanking," just the way my mother had taught me how to do it, and his eyes lit up. Coldly calculating when I could get an open confession from him that he "did" it (spanked his monkey), I told him to meet me behind this set of bushes on the school playground. I said I'd give him another dirty magazine I'd found, and that this one was in color, with young beautiful naked werewomen in it with more hair on their pussies than he had on his head.

He met me there the following day, and before I'd give him the alleged dirty magazine I said, "Just admit it, Scott. Admit you spanked your monkey to the pics in that Swinger Mag, right after I told you how." He wouldn't admit it at first, but as I continued to tease him, waving a black, plastic bag supposedly containing the new jack rag in front of him, he finally broke down and confessed: "Okay! Okay! I spanked my monkey to those pictures! Now can I please see that other magazine you've got?!" I then grabbed his hands and opened them up to see sprouts of hair coming from his palms as I said to him, "You fucking loser, werewolves are supposed to have hair everywhere EXCEPT on their palms!"

Just then, Billy and four of our new college friends, "The Hairy-Palmed Monkey Spankers"-- a super-ironic name for our club because, of course none of us spanked our monkey and never would; and our palms would always be free from hair--came out of the surrounding bushes with sticks in their hands. Scotty became scared. "T-T-Taco, what's going on?" he asked, stammering in fear, backing up and looking all around him, confused and slowly becoming terrified as he began to realize I meant him nothing but harm. I took what was actually a cookbook out of the plastic bag, threw it at Scotty's feet to show he'd been duped. We all began to laugh as Billy hit Scott squarely on the shoulder with a stick. "UGH!" Scotty yelped in pain as one of the other guys hit him in the back. Then soon they were all howling like wolves, pummeling Scott with sticks, kicking him as I kept watch for teachers. After a few minutes of this brutal, savage beating, Scott lied on the grass, twitching in pain, crying and looking up to me through the gunk on his bloodied, battered face. "Taco . . I thought you were my friend," Scott muttered, and for a split second I actually felt bad for him, and a little guilty, regressing back to a week or so ago when I felt the same way, felt like spanking my monkey was a nicer, kinder, gentler alternative to deliberately sticking my hard dick inside a werewoman. But my manhood and werewolf spirit soon took over as I snarled and said to Scott, "I tried to teach you the right way to do things, Scott, but you chose to spank your monkey instead. Now you've got hair on your palms!" Then I gave him a good, swift kick in the face with my boots as the rest of us all laughed.