Animals in Night: Part 2

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As she bathed in the stream, Lupe standing guard, she imagined, she reflected on what was happening to her. It was a return to nature, to a savagery she had always felt in herself. But the extent of her adventure was astonishing, though as she lay in the cold water, she felt wonderful. Her body was refreshed, not feeling at all tired in spite of its being long after midnight. I’m getting nocturnal, she thought. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pulling out tangles that had formed during her wild lovemaking. Moonlight glinted from the water’s surface. She felt truly alive. To eat, to fuck. What more could anyone need.

“Let’s go for a run, lover” she said to Lupe. She got out of the water and jogged to the path, then speeded up to see what he would do. He bounded ahead of her, then paused at a fork, hopping around. When he saw her slow down to a more sustainable speed he took a few steps back to her, then led her to the left. He’s trying to lead me, she marveled. I wonder where.

They ran a new path, but one she had seen. It would be a five mile run, and that seemed just right to her stimulated body as the morphins began kicking in. He kept loping ahead, then stopping to wait for her, occasionally poking his nose at her cunt. When he did, she would stop and spread her legs, letting him stimulate her. The feelings he caused combined with her runner’s high to create a fantastic euphoria. They ran on for an hour, and as she realized they were approaching her house, Lupe froze up ahead, his head low, staring into a thicket just ahead. “Oh my god, he wants to hunt” she whispered.

Stopping her jog, she stared into the darkness, breathing hard. There it was, a deer frozen by the smell of the wolf, hoping its stillness would save it. A thrill coursed through her. Lupe was staring intently at the animal. She slipped into the brush, circling around behind as quietly as she could, trying to keep her breathing quiet. She didn’t think the deer had seen her, focused as it was on the wolf. She got within ten feet of it before it bolted away from her. It bounced as she chased it, heedless of scratches from the branches. Then it froze as it realized it was near the wolf, and she tackled its back legs, throwing it to the ground. A grey blur flashed through her vision, and the deer squealed as Lupe’s fangs ripped the neck open.

She felt the deer urinating in its death throes, then a rattle from its lungs signaled a quick end. Her blood was boiling, the smells of her sweat, the deer’s pee, and the blood gushing from its neck mixed with her euphoria. She scrambled to sink her head next to the wolf’s, and drank of the blood with her lover. She felt the juices on her skin.

The wolf began to drag the prey up the mountain, following the path that led to the meadow. She started to follow him, but he growled menacingly at her. No humans will interfere with my pack’s feeding, she guessed was the message. “Okay to fuck, but not to eat with, huh,” she chuckled. Maybe he’ll change after a while. Meantime, she smelled herself getting rank, and hurried back to the stream. She needed soap to clean herself properly. When she fell into bed, it was to a languid sense of satisfaction, and a thrilling, unfocused dream of tomorrow.

Gene Brooks was happy to be getting back to his wolves. It seemed to him that he had never been truly happy except in the vicarious participation in their lives that his first visit a year and a half ago had allowed. Life had twisted his mind brutally, and he was dimly aware that he was like a time bomb, just waiting to explode. The peace of the mountain, and the enjoyment of watching the two animals live their hard but simple lives was the most serene period he could remember. He had had to leave just after the cubs had been born, intending vaguely to try and find some way to improve their chances of surviving.

He had been dancing to other’s tunes’ all his life, and paying for their mistakes with suffering of his own. He had been orphaned at five, and moved from foster home to foster home, never feeling the affection he vaguely remembered from the shadowy figures of his parents. He had been told so many stories about them that he never knew what to believe. Years later, he had researched it enough to find out they had died from gunshot wounds. He was wild in his teenage years, starting with purse snatching, and ending with armed robbery of convenience stores. When the fuzz caught one of his friends, he enlisted in the army.

By that time he had acquired the handsome appearance that made girls easy lays. They never seemed to touch him deeply, as though he was afraid of affection. He was dimly aware that he might feel his mother had abandoned him, and used that psychobabble in the various interviews that had been necessary for him to get in Special Forces. They taught him all the killing arts, from hand to hand, to weapons. At first, he had thought it would make him a more successful criminal, but eventually he became fearful at the skills they had given him. His first real mission had been in Panama, overthrowing Noriega. They used fancy words like interdiction, but it amounted to brutal elimination of anything that got in the way of their orders. He saw women and children shot, and young teenagers killed who were fighting because it was the best job they could get. His reaction had been horror at the unfairness of the effect of it all.

Eventually, he had been sent to kill a guy they said was really evil. He watched for three days, as the general fighting ended. He was a sleazy drug lord, fairly low on the totem pole. Gene watched him abuse women, sell dope to ten year olds, and when he finally caught him alone in the streets one night, he disobeyed his orders by slitting the man’s throat shallowly, and letting him die very painfully. Gene watched him suffer for an hour. He got less pleasure from it than he expected.

They were starting to suspect his commitment after that, but sent him to a survival school, where he excelled. The battle with nature to survive was simple and necessary. It was not complicated. Even the long final week in a jungle in Mexico had been easy, and he was almost sorry to leave. Everyone else came out bitten and exhausted, but he was smiling, tanned, and well fed. He was the only one who had been able to eat insects.

They sent him to Vietnam with a platoon to search for POWs. He always suspected it was a set up to please parents, because they were ambushed the second day in. He escaped, and lived on the land for three months. He stayed in the high mountains, and it was surprisingly easy. He had considered just staying there forever, but eventually worked his way out. When he crossed the border to Cambodia, he had taken out an entire guard station, twelve young orientals. None was more than sixteen. He mustered out that fall.

By this time, he was reading voraciously, philosophy, history, but was limited in his math, so science was a problem. He took a night course, and ended up living with the pretty teacher. She pushed him all the way through calculus, and badgered him to take the college entrance exam. When he did amazingly well on it, he applied for a GI scholarship to the University of Arizona. The teacher was pissed off he was leaving LA, but he was tired of her anyway. Plus, he had cold cocked a guy who tried to mug him one night, and the old confusion between his anger and necessity had scared him.

He drifted to ecology because it seemed so right. Through all the conflicts with population growth, it was still noble to want to preserve the simple perfection of nature. He was amazed at how little even experienced teachers really knew about how survival of animals really worked at the individual level. Their theories were often silly, and he acquired a “Nature Boy” reputation. But the young coeds went gaga over him. He found himself more and more crude in his relationships, often abusing people when they had no clue about reality. Even as he caught himself doing it, the anger kept bubbling up.

He found a love of wolves on a field trip his junior year. They went to Yellowstone, and hiked up to watch the almost tame protected creatures. He identified with them in some strange way, but the range in the park was carefully controlled, and he sensed it was artificial. He got support from one professor for a field study of real animals in free range, and his background got him a five thousand dollar grant from a foundation. He spent the second half of that year in the mountains, reading everything he could, and watching the pair of greys.

The first night back at school, after the money ran out, he had been drinking in a bar, missing the mountain, and got in a fight with three football players who were pushing their weight around. They never landed a punch. One was lost to the team for the season, and he was thrown out of school, losing his scholarship. He finished the report on the greys, and his professor got him a job in a foundation devoted to endangered and near endangered species. He curbed his temper pretty well, and his report was published, with Gene as the co-author. It was good enough to get him another grant.

So here he was, making his second trip from his motorcycle to the camp he had selected with his gear. There was a house that had been unoccupied that looked used now, and he avoided it. The wolves’ base was on the property that belonged to it, and he didn’t need any interference. He camped well up the mountain, but within easy binocular sight of the meadow. He now had a telescope that could also take a video tape recorder. As he hiked, he looked forward to rejoining the lives of the animals.

Merry had picked up signs of a human two weeks after meeting Lupe. There were footprints on one of the most distant paths leading up. It was a big shoe, and she thought it must be a man. She had followed the trail until she saw the camp above the meadow, well off her property. “Shit”. Now she had to be more careful, even though he seemed to be anxious to avoid contact. She was deeply disappointed with this interference with the idyllic life she was leading.

The wolf came every night. Lupe had become a skilled lover, and had learned to stimulate her in many ways. He let her touch him without fear. But he always left at dawn. She was sleeping away the days, usually rising about three in the afternoon. She had bought a twenty two rifle, and had plenty of pheasant and grouse to supplement the rabbit and deer meat. She walked around in her shorts and halter during the day, but spent the nights outside nude, fucking Lupe and running with him. She was stronger and faster than she had ever been in her life. She occasionally helped him hunt, but he never let her keep any of their victims.

The man could change things. She supposed he wouldn’t roam at night, but even during the day he could interrupt her life. The discovery happened late one afternoon, and she had deer meat roasting slowly. She had a new idea about how to make love to her wolf tonight, and was looking forward to it. “Damn”. Well, he wasn’t going to stop her.

Lupe came at midnight as usual. She was lying in the stream, which was warming up with the oncoming summer. When she saw him, she began to whisper to him. “Ah, lover. Come for your evening fuck, you horny beast. I have a surprise for you tonight.” She crawled out and wrapped her arms around his strong, furry body, wrestling him to his side. He growled with a tone that she had learned meant “I’ll let you do this, but be careful.” She wriggled her hips to his maw, laying her head on his hind paw, and her hands began rubbing his belly around his prick sheath. The pink tip poked out. His tongue lapped her bushy mound. She swung a leg over his shoulder, opening her bottom to him.

His head moved closer, and the tongue began tracing her cunt flesh. He had gotten good at eating her out, and his cock always got fully hard as he did it. Her smell was the stimulation he seemed to need to replace what a female wolf ovulating would produce. The pink member poked further out. Her arm pulled their bodies closer together, and her lips wrapped around his damp, growing prick. She let her mind stop its thinking, and abandoned herself to his muscular tongue tingling her twat, while she concentrated on the pleasure she wanted him to feel. It was working, because he was growing inside her mouth, the pointed tip all the way back to her throat now. His low growl of sexual desire was vibrating in her pussy.

There was a smell he got when he made love, a deepening of the furry scent he usually had. She supposed it was from his belly, because he did not sweat. It had become a stimulant for her, and she was amazed to feel herself wavering at the brink of cumming. He had learned that she often had several orgasms before he finished, and it worked out well, because he was once a night, no more, no less. Her hips bucked at his strong tongue, and she soared into ecstasy, waves of sensation rolling from her cunt. Her mouth sucked harder at his cock, and it went down her throat, forcing her to breathe noisily through her nose. Her leg over his shoulder pulled at his back, pulling the lapping jaws into her foaming box. Her body careened through its climax, her sweat adding anew odor.

She rolled to her back, suspecting he would want to fuck her mouth as she sensed her satisfaction. He went right with her, his hips beginning to surge into her wet lips glued to his member. He got it, she thought. He knows what to do. Oooh. His hind legs were spread as he pistoned into this new tunnel, wet but exciting. She arched back her head to make his access easier, feeling his tongue still lapping at her vibrating pussy. He had learned to penetrate into her vagina a couple of inches with his tongue, and was doing that now, then coming back out to her love button. The ardor she felt for him had her peaking again. God, I keep cumming and cumming, she gasped to herself.

It hit like a star burst, just as his hips began the accelerated thrusting that she recognized as the approach of his own orgasm. His growling was louder, as she vibrated with her soaring release. But doing it every night made him last longer. She couldn’t tell if he was happy about that, but it was good for her. Her orgasm was flashing through her like lightning, and she arched into his body, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation. His hips were still fucking wildly, all the way down her throat, but she was able to breathe through her nose, and kept his cock freely penetrating her. It was wild and wonderful, filling her with excitement at her bestial abandon.

Her second cum eased, but she was still stimulated by his roaring fucking of her mouth and the pressure of his tongue in her box. She felt her passion slide down only a little, then begin to rise again. I’ve never enjoyed a man this much, she thought. Never cum so hard, so often, felt so good. She was growling as she sucked harder at his pistoning tool, wanting him to get off now, and knowing that it was close. She was writhing and twisting with this sensual coupling with her wolf lover.

His head lifted from her twat and he howled, as he often did. The sound got her off, its power creating a shock in her stomach that jumped down to her twat and started those waves of release once more. His spunk was pouring down her throat, as she swallowed convulsively. But it was too much, and she felt it leaking from her mouth as her own climax went on and on. She was growling and twisting at his underbelly, her arms wrapped tightly around his hips. His tongue returned to her cunt, sweetening her cum, as his jism dripped down her chin to her neck. Wild, wild, she rhapsodized.

His prick began to shrink, and she kept sucking. He had learned she liked cleaning it for him after he finished, and seemed to enjoy it too. He began licking not only her foaming pussy, but the hairy mound, then her belly and ass cheeks. She felt his mouth swabbing her asshole, which was spasming with the sexy feeling rolling through her. She took one hand from his hips and spread some of the creamy liquid on her neck to her tits, rubbing it into her nipples. Oh, what a lover, what a fantastic experience. She couldn’t get over the pleasure of this sexplay that would offend society so much.

Lupe edged off her, as her hand petted him around the ears. He plumped down beside her, knowing she would want to climb in the stream. She was staring up at the stars, happy beyond any past experience. She kept petting him.» Lupe, my love, my wonderful partner. You’re getting good at this. I hope you like it too.” Her words seemed out of place in the cool little clearing that was their trysting place. Goddamn that man. Breaking her solitude, her free life. I have to find out more about him.

She bathed slowly, erotically enjoying the water on her bare skin, the soft moonlight that washed them. “Let’s go take a look at this intruder,” she murmured.

Gene realized there was something outside his tent when he heard one of his books rustle. He froze, wondering what to do. But he couldn’t let some animal destroy them, or steal them. He turned out the lamp he had been reading by, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He had his army knife, and it was all he needed with any of the local animals. When he opened the tent flap, he saw that the book on Ecology had been moved, but not taken. Straining, he heard movement down the trail he used, and picked up his binoculars. He moved over to his right to a place that would give him a good view of whatever was retreating.

He saw a flash of white, and trained the binoculars on it. A shock hit his belly. The image was fuzzy, but it was clearly a woman running, and a wolf right on her heels. He could vaguely make out naked breasts bouncing, and her white ass showed no sign of clothing. She had longhair that was like a mane, almost down to her waist. Christ, she’s moving fast, he thought. The wolf pulled ahead of her, seeming to want to protect her. He guessed it was the young male, one of the pups he was sure. At a year and a half it was fully grown, and would be ferocious. But it clearly was her pet.

She must be the resident of that house. She must have come to check him out. Well, she had a right, he supposed. He was at least a neighbor, and she must wonder what he was doing. But running around nude, at two in the morning? And what effect was she having on the wolves? If they had become domesticated in some way, it screwed up his study of their habits. He’d have to go see her and explain what he was doing. He’d like to know a woman who could move as well as she was.

He kept watching, and the white figure slowed to a jog, heading down. The wolf broke off and into the meadow. She stopped and seemed to turn and look back at him. Looking back to see if he was following? Watching the wolf? Then she disappeared into the woods on a trail he hadn’t known was there. He watched the wolf trot back toward the pack’s lair, then lowered the binoculars. He had a sinking feeling his study of wolves was doomed by the domestication she had managed, but he wondered how she had done it. In his observations so far, the three animals were much better fed than they had been the last time he saw them, and he wondered if she was feeding them.

One way or another, she obviously loved the animals, and he was happy to think they could now be safe from the rancher in the valley. Unless they had already been raiding. No, all he had seen was rabbits and deer in his inspection of their prey burial site. He had to talk to the woman. She had the answers.

*****

She saw him coming two hundred yards away, walking on the trail that would make him most visible. On purpose, she assumed, so as not to scare her. Merry wondered if he was mad that she had spied on his camp last night. What she had seen didn’t tell her much, but it was not threatening. Ecology, and a telescope with a VCR. Observing something. Not her, from that spot. Maybe the wolves.

She had wakened a little early, because she had been shaken by giving herself away last night, though she was at a loss to know how. He must be very alert to have heard any sound from her stealthy investigation. Even Lupe had gone home early. She had not slept especially well, and felt her peaceful existence was threatened. But it was better that he come to see her, and get this out in the open.

He stopped just at the far end of her yard, still trying to be no threat. She was starting a deer loin roasting on the spit. Knowing he might come, she had jeans and a tee shirt on, and had put on a little makeup. “Hi. My name is Gene Brooks.” “Meredith Hastings.”

He was a great looking guy. Tall and lean, his jeans fit snugly to a well developed, broad shouldered body, a light plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows making him look like an outdoorsman. His face was handsome and dark, and his look was wary. He’s as nervous about me as I am about him, she realized. “Come on in, can I offer you a glass of water.” Her civility seemed to put him more at ease, and he walked closer.

Then she saw the look in his eyes, old before their time. He’s been hurt. But there was also something out of control there. A dangerous man in some way. An interesting man. “Come on in the house” she said, surprised at the warmth in her voice. As they entered, she motioned him to the couch. She brought him a glass of water from the kitchen. “It’s from that spring, I think it’s pretty clean. The water flows out of the mountain, and there’s nothing up there to screw it up.” “I’ve been all the way to the top, and there really isn’t. Unless something’s happened in the last year.”

She sat down on the other section of the sofa and waited for him to speak. He stared at her, as if trying to see inside her. She held his gaze without flinching. Finally, he began. “Look, I came up here doing a study of free range wolves a year and a half ago. This house was empty then. It took me this long to get back here to finish what I started. I didn’t mean to interfere with you, I was just trying to avoid upsetting you.” He looked away, breaking their eye contact for the first time. “I just wanted to study the wolves. You’d be surprised at how dumb a lot of the ideas academics have about them are. Or maybe you wouldn’t. Anyway, a couple of things I saw were called impossible, and I wanted to prove what I said.” He looked into her eyes again. “And I was worried about them. The range is getting squeezed, and I was afraid they’d have to raid the ranch down in the valley for food. When I left, there were three pups. There’s just the one now. Have you seen the other two?” He let the question hang in the air.

She held his gaze as she wondered how to respond. She was feeling intrigued, a little flustered, but excited at human contact. It was pleasanter than she had expected. I guess I haven’t gone completely wild, she decided. When she began, the words seemed to come in a rush.

“No, I’ve just seen the male and female, and the young one. My dad used to own that ranch, but they sold it when he died six years ago. My mom died three weeks ago, and it turned out she had bought this place to give me. I came up after the funeral, and haven’t left. I suppose it’s therapy, but I’ve never been happier in my life. You change things.» She was surprised that she said that last. “I don’t want to offend you, but I was enjoying being so alone.” He was smiling. “Yeah, that’s one of the things that made me come back. Being up here is so natural.” He ducked his head again. “I don’t feel so angry at the world up here.”

He stopped, and she said nothing. She looked at his downcast face. She got up and sat beside him. “Gene, you’re not what I feared. Stay for dinner, and let’s get to know each other. We both love the wolves.” She put an arm around him. “You saw me last night. You know my little secret. One of them. It’s funny, I don’t mind. I thought I would.” She put her hand in his thick black hair. It was clean and he smelled of soap. “I like being natural. And I feel like talking. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

Gene was taken completely by surprise at how young she was as he walked up to her home. Then, as her direct gaze and unflinching, frank appraisal of him showed her confidence, he realized she wasn’t typical of any girls he had ever known. He was used to women being impressed with his looks, blushing when they first met him. But Meredith just took him in, and accepted him quickly. She was without doubt the most gorgeous female he had ever met.

Her trim body was full, and her face was wild. The long hair, held in a loose ponytail, curled like a mane. She moved with such lithe power that he felt instant desire walking into the house behind her. Then the way she reacted to their first ten minutes, so direct and unmannered, had him confused. He couldn’t read her eyes. But he didn’t feel the usual desire to make her a conquest. Somehow, he knew she couldn’t be tamed. She was sexy beyond belief.

After she invited him for dinner, with the little physical gesture, she said “Let’s have a beer, and I’ll show you the rest of the house.” They walked around, and she talked freely about why she loved the place, and her pleasure in seeming to be back home again, in this wilderness she had grown up with. From the bedroom, she pointed out a couple of trail she hadn’t known about, and the one he had used. She seemed to have decided to trust him, and that confused him too. Women usually picked up on his lack of easy affection.

Then he began to spill his guts to her, talking about the army, his anger at the higher ups, his easy survival where others struggled. It poured out, and she asked questions of amazing perception. She thought the same way he did, from the ground up, wondering what the jungle floor was like, what animals lived there, what kind of plants grew, and how everything survived together. He found himself describing his fighting, the adrenaline rush that was always followed by regret, the part of his mind that was frustrated by the injustices. Her eyes always held his, and she neither sympathized nor criticized. He had never felt so comfortable with a woman. He began wondering what she thought of him.

He slowed down as they sat outside to eat. The meal she had prepared so casually was superb. She began to talk about the garden she was planning. He talked about what he had seen so far of the wolf pack, and then asked her about how she had gotten the young one so tame. “Oh, he isn’t tame. He just likes me.” “Do you think it’ll change their habits?” “Well, I help Lupe hunt sometimes, but aside from that, I don’t feed them or anything. I would if they needed it, though.” They both relaxed and conversation seemed unnecessary. They were sitting at a card table with two lawn chairs facing the setting sun. He helped her clear the dishes.

As they finished, standing close together in the kitchen, she stared at him, then seemed to come to a decision. “Gene, now is the time of night I go native. Don’t get the wrong idea.” She pulled the tee shirt over her head, tossing it on the counter. She pushed the jeans down and off her feet, leaving the sandals she had been wearing on the tiles. She held his eyes as she stood before him, nude. “You can leave if you want. I don’t want you to. I don’t spend evenings in the house.”

He was having trouble breathing. She was attractive dressed, but like this she was a carnal vision. Her tits were not oversize, but full and firm, jutting out from her chest. The nipples were small and brown. Her body’s broad shoulders curved down to a narrow waist, then flared slightly to her trim hips. Her long legs were slim. Even standing still, muscle showed all over her, from her flat midsection to the thighs. Her pussy was hairy and large, protruding saucily. She licked her lips as he stared at her.

“Do what you want, Gene. I won’t be offended if you don’t join my way. But I’d like you to try it.” She walked out the door, into the dusk. His blood was boiling. He took his clothes off. His prick was standing up hard. He reflexively put his hand down to cover himself as he walked out to join her. She smiled when she saw him hiding himself, and as he got to her, she reached down to take his hand away. She stared at his throbbing tool frankly. “I thought it would probably be big. I know I’m sexy looking. I wondered how to handle this all through dinner.” She took a step to him, and stretched up to kiss his lips lightly. The head of his cock poked at her stomach. He heard her sigh. “You have a nice body. Lets go down to the stream.”

She took his hand and they walked through the woods to the stream. She waded right in. He followed, feeling the shock of the cold water. He reclined beside her, unable to take his eyes from her tits poking above the water. When she ducked her head under, he did the same. A feeling of naturalness was beginning take the place of shock. He stayed under, his mind returning to the many weeks of isolation he had endured. He lost himself in the feeling of well being this beautiful spot gave him. When he surfaced she was lying on her side beside him, watching him.» The look in your eyes. The hurt and anger. Can this place take it away?” “I don’t know” he quavered. She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his, her lips slightly open. He reached for her, but she pushed his arm away.

“I’m no virgin, Gene. And no shrinking violet either. You turn me on. But I don’t want a jealous man, or a mental cripple.” She rose and stood in front of him, wiping water off with her hands, making her tits move, her flesh ripple. “If we make love, you have to know that I’m a creature of these woods, and won’t stop. You can’t make me something else.” She reached for him, and as he took her hand, pulled him out of the water. “Don’t take me if you can’t live with that. And promise me you’ll try to heal your mind.” She backed out of the stream, pulling him with her.

Out of the water, she pressed herself to him. She put her lips close to his ear, and breathed softly “In return, I can be all the woman you can handle. Day or night, any way you want it, anywhere you want it. I’ll suck your cock, eat your cum, let you stick it in my ass, be naked for you all the time.” His prick was jumping. “I know you can’t make promises with your prick up. But when you’re alone, remember what I’ve said. I’ll know if you try to bullshit me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his, their mouths opening, tongues swirling. His mind was whirling with desire for her. She pulled herself off the ground and wrapped her legs around his hips, beginning to growl into his mouth. His hands gripped her taut ass cheeks, pulling her furry cunt against his pelvis. Their kiss had him so excited he was shaking. He lowered her back to the ground. He could feel her grinding at him, almost snarling into his mouth with passion.

He tore his mouth from hers and started to lower his head toward her cunt. He could smell musk he thought must be her cream. She grabbed his head. “No, not this time. I’m already hot. You can smell me, can’t you? Don’t worry, I can get off quick. You don’t have to work at it. I’m enjoying kissing you.” She pulled him back on top of her, and wrapped her legs around him again. “Stick that big cock deep inside. Fill me up.” She pushed her mouth to his, sucking hard. His member slipped into her without guidance, as though they had made love many times. He heard her groaning, felt the vibration.

He began thrusting slow but deep, amazed at her ability to take his whole tool so easily. He felt her tits pressing against his chest, and her legs pulled with each inward stroke. Suddenly, she threw her head back, gurgling “Cumming, oh cumming, lover. Oh fill me up. Ooooh.” He had never had a woman get off so quickly, but her hips never stopped meeting his thrusts. Her head twisted with pleasure as he felt her cuntal contractions, but she kept bucking up at him as he drove into her moist box. The strength of her legs urging him on was amazing.

As she seemed to relax and complete her orgasm, she once again pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue stuck deep in his mouth as he sucked on it. Then he pushed his own deep between her lips, and she sucked at it noisily. She was still groaning throatily as they writhed together. His heat was rising fast. She was defeating his efforts to control his need, and he felt himself losing conscious control. But the pleasure was intense, as his pistoning prick pounded in and out of this gorgeous, aroused, animal woman. He lost himself in her body.

Merry sensed his abandonment of conscious thought. It was as though he had wanted to prove himself a good lover, and then realized that she didn’t need such careful treatment. She had tried to show him that what she wanted was his unthinking passion, and he was finally getting the idea. She smiled with the pleasure of their faces kissing. Lupe couldn’t do that. Gene’s cock was bigger than the wolf’s, too. She was feeling another climax coming as his throbbing flesh penetrated her so deliciously. He penetrated deeper than the wolf, and did not spread her opening as wide. The pressure on her clitty was from the base of hassock, and felt better than Lupe.

Her next cum was close, and she began babbling. “Oh you’re so big, so good, so hot in my pussy. Keep fucking, get me off, here I go again, cum with me lover, fill me up, oooh yeah, yeah.” The sparks jumped out of her cunt again, zipping up to her tits, making her spasm convulsively against him. She felt herself contracting around his tool, and suddenly his spunk was shooting up inside her. He gave a long low moan of release, as his hips frantically pummeled her, making her climax sweet and longer than usual. “Good, good, good, neat, oooooooh. “She was licking at his ear as he began to slow down.

They cuddled on the leafy forest floor, the night cool around them. She studied his face lying there with closed eyes. Their lovemaking had calmed him a little. “Can you get it up again, Gene? Cause I have plenty of energy left.” His eyes opened. “I got outside myself, Merry. I wasn’t thinking. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? How come you’re so smart?” “I think I’m just uncomplicated. I don’t buy society’s shit. Take tonight. I wanted you, and I thought you probably wanted me. Why wait, why put it off. And there’s something about you that makes me want to make you happy. I’ve been more selfish than that sometimes. «She smiled and leaned down to kiss him again, while her hand drifted to his slippery prick. It lurched up when she touched it. “Uh huh, thought so. You have some energy left too.”

They made love again, slower now, more languidly, first sixty nining, letting their bodies heat up, then with her on top. She would pump at him sitting up, offering her tits to his mouth, his hands. Then she would lean down to suck at his lips, tonguing him, murmuring to him. “Oh Gene, it’s so good, so lovely, you’re so deep in me, it feels sooooo good. Thats it, get me that way, oh lover.” She came again after a while, but he kept going, riding a passionate surf, wanting it to last forever. Her thick mane of auburn hair was all around them, and he abandoned himself again, as she started pumping toward her fourth orgasm. They came together, with him in a sitting position, her legs gripping his hips, grinding their pubic bones against each other. It was a long, wonderful climax for them both, strong and high. He spurted into her four times, making her gasp as the spunk leaked out into their humping groins.

They bathed afterwards, rubbing each other, not talking. Only after he had dressed and left did his mind begin to ask questions. She had whispered to him “Bring your things tomorrow, lover. Stay the night. We’re having rabbit. And I’ll show you how I hunt.” How could this work, he wondered. She didn’t seem to think about the future at all. He had understood that she had an independent income. How could he keep his study going and still spend the whole night awake with her? What did she ultimately want?

To be continued…

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