In a remote village in Mexico it is a common ritual for the women, when they are ready to take a man in marriage, to present their tacos as an offering to the Taco Werewolf so he can inspect them and be certain the women are good enough cooks to feed their future families with. The women spend all day in their parents' kitchens making sure that their tacos of utmost quality, that they tasty, clean and free of bugs. When they are finished preparing their tacos, the women go out to the scared lettuce patch behind a mystical mountain and wait for the Taco Werewolf to appear. They arrive in groups of five, wearing colorful, festive dresses, knowing that one of them--or so the legend goes--with the tastiest of all will have her taco treated by the werewolf in a special way for the rest to see.

The five beautiful black-haired women all stand there in the middle of the beautiful lettuce patch, holding their plates containing tacos out in front of them, waiting for the taco Werewolf to smell them and begin running toward them. The sun beats down upon the lettuce patch. Round, ripe heads of crispy, emerald lettuce sparkle in the humid air as they grow out of the fertile earth. The women stand there in their beautiful dresses, their hearts beating as the time grows near. Will their tacos be approved so that they can get married? And which one of their tacos will the werewolf like the best?

Finally Taco Werewolf arrives. The women see him approaching in the distance, this rare breed of werewolf who thrives out in the bright hot sun. He grows nearer and the women see that he is gorgeous, covered in shaggy, brown heavenly hair. They can smell his pheromone, his musky, wild and beastly scent and it drives them wild. None of them have seen or heard what actually does happen during this ritual and they wonder why Taco Werewolf has a head of lettuce in his hand. He is also stark naked. His long hard and thick werewolf cock is throbbing for the women as he growls and raises the head of lettuce above his head, holding it with both of his large, hairy hands as he splits it apart. Leaves of emerald lettuce fall all about. The women's hearts thump madly and their pussies become wet and they wonder if the winner gets to feel the werewolf's cock inside her? Is that their prize? Are the tacos upon their plate just a symbol for the hairy tacos between their legs? Taco Wererwolf begins to hold a half of the lettuce head in each hand and rubs them against each side of his erect penis, moaning as he does so. Then he approaches the women, swatting the tacos from their plates as he looks each of them dead in the eyes, piercing into their souls and making their furry vaginas even wetter. They are all virgins and would like to be first fucked by this mysterious werewolf more than anything! They are so hot for the hairy beast! The women scream in both terror and lust as they watch the bits of the tacos they had worked so hard on fall to the ground, wondering what the werewolf will do next.

Then a transformation takes place. Suddenly Taco Werewolf's face turns into a leaf of lettuce. His cheeks, nose, forehead, everything morhps before their eyes and soon his entire head is a head of lettuce. Then a voice booms from inside the lettuce head as the werewolf holds the halves of lettuce in his hands, each to either side of his cock as he says, "You must all give me head. All the women in this cursed town must suck the cock of Taco Werewolf before they can marry another man!"

The women all look at one another as if relieved. Is that all? There is no contest? There is no testing their tacos for bugs, for cleanliness or to see whose tastes the best? All the legends were false, all the stories were lies. All they had to do was suck the werewolf's cock and at this point they were drooling at the mouth to do so. It was as if all five women had been enlightened and relieved of a horrible spiritual burden, not having to compete with one another; not having to meet anyone's approval. All five of the beautiful women got down on their knees and looked up at the head of sparkling lettuce that rested on the stump of Taco Werewolf's hairy neck. The green head of lettuce emanated light and it's emerald leaves glistened in purity, in sweet blessed sublimity as the womem fondled the werewolf's hairy legs, rubbing the long thick penile shaft against their cheeks, closing their eyes as they kissed it under the boiling hot sun. Soon they began to suck his cock, taking turns giggling and putting it into their mouths. Then Taco Werewolf's body trembled. He dropped the halves of lettuce from his hands. They fell to the ground as he now used his hands to brush his fingers through the silky, soft hair of each wopman as she slobbered on his huge, pulsating cock knob, caressing their skulls as they brought him to holy orgasm.

Soon he would cum all over each of their faces, his globs of bright white shining semen splattering upon the women's rosy cheeks, spattering upon their noses, dripping down their chins as they looked up and the werewolf's head had returned to that of a wolf and they wondered: was there a time when it was ever human? It is then when all the heads of lettuce growing in the mystical lettuce patch, those which sprang in glory from the rich, black fertile soil pulsated with life! The women would go on to marry their men. They would raise children and have happy lives but it is said by many of their husbands, that when the moon is full and the women are anywhere near lettuce used for tacos, that the semen of Taco Werewolf reappears on their women's faces. It remains there the rest of the night until dawn, and it is during this time that the men nearly go mad from jealous rage.