Animals in Night: Part 4

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She heard him leave on his motorcycle before noon the next day. She was surprised when she cried herself back to sleep, and he woke her about four with a deep kiss. She twisted around and pulled him onto the bed, laughing giddily. “I had to get some things. I want to try to salvage something from my study.” He had brought back a timer for the VTR, and several rolls of ultra high speed film for his 35 MM camera. As they giggled and wrestled on the bed, she saw tiredness in his eyes. “Take a nap, darling. Pheasant tonight.” She rolled away from him, thinking about the evening meal.

For two months, they lived the life both seemed to have been destined for. His analysis of the pack’s behavior blended the original pair’s life with the interplay of Lupe with them both. He would bound along on their night’s explorations, and Gene saw the “My kill is mine, your’s is your’s” behavior Merry had described. Between the two humans, they began generating ideas they could test by seeing how far they could violate some of Lupe’s taboos. They quickly found out that he would not attack them, but would whine painfully, and neither could ever go so far as to completely offend his trusting nature.

Gene lived on Merry’s schedule. The last thing he did each night was to change the tape being made of several key locations in the meadow, watching their friend Lupe be as ferocious as any wild wolf when with his parents. But he seemed to lack the urge to leave and set up his own family. They were sure it was because of his relationship with Merry.

The pack respected her marked territory, and when he began to mark as well, they respected that too. They found out that the rancher had posted the edge of the woods against hunting, and that had let the pack’s natural prey flourish. They wrote him a note and paid him a courtesy call, explaining their efforts to study the ecology. He was a nice man with good intentions, and was happy that his actions had kept the wolves away from his herds. He and Merry talked about familiar problems with the ranch, and she surprised him with helpful suggestions based on her education and her memories of her father’s experience.

They watched the tapes and found no surprises. But they were able on some nights to get excellent pictures of the male and female. The female was again pregnant. The male was very protective, and chased them for several miles one night when he smelled them stalking her. He also seemed to demand more of Lupe, and as the female approached term, Lupe came less and less for Merry. Strangely, both man and woman were disappointed.

Gene came back from his weekly trip to the post office one day with a worried look. “We’re going to have a visitor. She’s, um, an old friend of mine who wants to test the water around here. I can’t tell the professor no. He’s been kind to me.” “What kind of woman is she, Gene, aside from a former girlfriend?” He blushed, as she giggled. Some of his inhibitions just wouldn’t go away. “You spied on me making love, I’d like to watch you.” “Christ, you’re a randy bitch, aren’t you.”

The night before Laura Billings was to arrive, Merry decided to show him just how randy she could be. They had explored early, finding little activity in the meadow, as the female was due very soon. After their meal, they were in the stream. She rolled to him and grabbed his cock. Her tongue went in his ear, making little suctions, and she felt him get his mind off the pack. “There’s a hole of mine you’ve never tried, darling. D’ya think ya’d like it.” His jumping tool told her he would.

She splashed noisily out of the water, and plumped down on all fours. It was a very warm night, and neither felt the need to dry off. He grabbed her and flipped her over on her back, with her thighs on his shoulders as he knelt between her legs. He could see her whole bottom, and dived into the warm mass of hair and flesh. He nuzzled and growled, licking her clit, sticking his tongue deep in her tunnel, then slowly licking toward her butt hole. She was babbling “That’s good, stud. Oh that mouth is nice, so sexy. Mmmm.” His tongue found the puckered rim, and began wetting it. He felt her hips start to twist in pleasure.

They were experienced with each other now, and could read the little involuntary movements which signaled enjoyment. He had found she could often have two or three orgasms while he had one, and they sometimes made love three times a night. She marveled at the sexual stamina she had developed. “It just seems I can cum and cum up here, Gene. I don’t know what’s come over me.” They were both physically active almost continually, and were in peak condition, which gave them even more stamina. Her desire always triggered his, and they seemed to live in a loving, turned on frenzy.

This buggering was new, but he could almost predict her reactions. His thumb began diddling her clit as his mouth sought her anus, and she started her moaning rise toward fulfillment. His cock was erect with anticipation. She was creaming as he sucked at her bottom, and the odor made his cock even harder. His tongue buried in her ass, moving in and out as he tried to lubricate it. His thumb was still on her clitty, and he felt her begin a cum as he stroked both her holes. He could see her face grimacing with the approaching climax, and returned his lips to her cunt as she heaved wildly. She was always wild during their lovemaking, and groaned sexily. “I’m cumming already, Gene. Fuck me somewhere, hurry, please fuck my ass.”

As he penetrated her tight rear end, hearing her squeal with pain and pleasure, he wondered if she was worried about Laura’s visit. It would certainly interrupt their idyll, and he had a feeling it would be exciting for all of them. His rod began pushing in and out, and she was groaning throatily, her face showing both pleasure and a snarl of pain. He got a curious surge as she grimaced, but was losing himself in the tight rectum squeezing his needy prick.

She had replaced his thumb with two of her own fingers, and was pummeling her pussy as her face began registering a twisted frown of enjoyment. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, its goood, gooood, oh here I come, come with me darling.” He watched the sexy vision of her face starting its rapturous gasp of climax as his cock spurted without any control from him. She was so tight, and so erotic twisting in front of him, his own orgasm was especially thrilling. He was pummeling madly, as his spurts filled her bowels. Merry was squealing with her release.

As they both began to relax, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. “Oh lover, that was good. I never had it that way, but it was different. I could get used to that.” She smiled seductively. “Laura may be different, but your little night creature is still gonna be here when she’s gone. And I’m still gonna want that cock.”

The woman who emerged from the small sports car was as different from Merry and the new Gene as could be imagined. She had strawberry blonde hair that floated like cotton candy around her face. Her features were beautiful, with large eyes, a small, turned up nose, and a wide, sexy mouth. Perfumed and heavily made up, she had large breasts, and dressed to show them off blatantly. Today she was wearing an opaque blouse which hinted at her white skin, and she wore no bra. The round, full globes quivered as she walked toward them.

Her waist was tiny, and made her full hips seem broader than they really were. Her long legs, in tight jeans, took small, mincing steps, making her wiggle lasciviously. The overall effect was voluptuous and feminine. Gene remembered her passion in bed, and felt she might be able to handle the kind of life they were leading if she weren’t rushed. Merry whispered “Some professor.”

Laura had been excited when her letter had been answered with an invitation to stay at this house, looking forward to a place so rustic and woodsy. She had always regretted her short affair with Gene did not go further, and had hoped this visit might restart things with the handsome soldier. She had dressed to kill today, but as she approached the couple waiting outside the cabin door, she saw the change in him. Though he was not touching the girl, their body language, and his contented smile told her he was taken. As she tried to suppress her disappointment, she held out her hand to the gorgeous, wild looking woman.

“Hi, I’m Laura. You must be Merry.” “Hello, Laura.” She turned to Gene, and kissed him briefly on the cheek. “How are you, soldier?” He grinned, and answered with a hoarse rasp, “You wouldn’t believe it, Laura.” She stepped back, and glanced at Merry. “Yes I would. The change is obvious, and the reason is too.” She found herself staring at the girl, and her stomach tensed with excitement. There was a hint of primitive feeling that surrounded the two, both dressed very simply in shorts and tee shirts. Their sexual nature was obvious.

Laura had always enjoyed indulging her erotic inclinations. She was tenured, so gossip represented no threat to her career, and her research was high quality and cutting edge. Her beauty allowed her to pick and choose partners, which she did with frequency and daring. As a result, she had a sixth sense about people’s attraction to her, and she was feeling that this couple was interested. The situation promised very different experiences, and the tingling in her stomach spread. She wasn’t seducing either; they were seducing her. It was awfully stimulating.

She held the girl’s eyes. “This is the perfect place for testing stream recovery phenomena, Merry. I’m afraid there aren’t many near the University anymore.” She looked up at the house, fitting this natural spot so well, and remarked “Your home is neat. I’m really looking forward to being here.” “Come look around, Laura, and Gene will get your bags.” As she took Laura’s hand, a spark seemed to pass between them.

The letter had asked her to arrive late in the afternoon, and a deer loin was roasting on a spit to the right of the door. As they walked around, Laura kept staring at the fantastically well developed figure leading her. Merry seemed to be in terrific shape, and her movements were lithe and tawny. “Can I ask why you wanted me to come late.” Merry turned and smiled. “We’ve gotten in the habit of staying awake most of the night. You don’t have to.” The room they were standing in had a convertible couch already made into a bed. “Gene and I sleep right next to you, but we don’t make any noise. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Change if you want, and come down for a beer.”

Laura decided to change to a halter and shorts, enjoying the clean air of the mountains. She took off the heeled boots she had worn for the trip, and slipped a pair of sandals on. Her full, lush body showed to advantage in the outfit. She felt disappointed that Gene was not going to be available, but still felt a tingle of excitement as she returned to the living room.

The conversation that night centered around her research into water recovery from pollution shocks, and Gene’s study of wolves. Laura knew enough about the subject to be amazed at some of his ideas, but he assured her he was documenting them carefully. The change in his whole demeanor was amazing. He was so relaxed and direct. He had been an angry, difficult person when she had known him, and often scared her with his temper. The girl was equally straightforward, and seemed totally at ease. An aura of relaxed naturalness suffused the evening.

They ate a truly amazing dinner outside, facing the setting sun, and she felt very comfortable. The trip had tired her, so she went up to bed not long after a berry shortcake that would require some exercise to work off. As she drifted off to sleep, it was with a surprising sense of well being for a new place.

She jumped awake several hours later, though she wasn’t sure of the time. The moon was shining in through the window. She had forgotten to pull the drapes. Wearing only her short nightie, she walked to the sliding doors, and heard movement outside. She slid open the glass, and stepped onto the porch outside. The air felt wonderful on her skin. Going to the edge, she looked down to see Gene and Merry looking up at her.

Merry was completely nude, and her hair was released from the clasp that she had been wearing. Gene had on a jock strap. Blood was dripping from one of the the two rabbits hanging from the limb of a nearby tree. Both had some on their bodies. Laura’s mind whirled. “Did we wake you, Laura?” asked the girl. “Uh,no, I don’t think so.” The two women’s eyes were locked, and the blonde felt an invitation in the look. Obviously, they had gone hunting. “We’re going down to the stream. Come if you want.”

The two turned and walked toward the far edge of the woods. Gene tossed the jock strap on the porch of the living room as they passed it. When they reached the edge, they turned and watched Laura, who’s stomach was jingling with surprise. The implications of what they were doing were both unusual and sexy. Those two gorgeous people running around hunting in these forests naked, she thought. She found it a sensual idea.

Merry watched the blonde, wondering what she would do. They had talked about trying to ease her into their natural ways gradually, but hadn’t counted on waking her up. The attraction she had felt between them had been a surprise, one she hoped might now go further. Laura turned and went into the study. Gene whispered “Let’s wait a moment. I saw the look on her face.”

Just then, the front door opened, and the lush body appeared in the moonlight. Naked, Laura was a vision of soft sensuality. Her full breasts hardly sagged, and large pale nipples pushed up saucily. Her skin was startlingly white, and the slim waist emphasized her full hips. Her long legs moved with those small, mincing steps, erotically swinging her body. There was no muscle to interrupt the impression of voluptuous eroticism as she walked toward them. Her cuntal mound had a small patch of wispy red hair. She stopped in front of them.

Merry followed her instinct. She stepped forward and pressed herself to Laura, kissing her gently. She tasted sweet, and perfume lingered in the reddish blonde hair. Her softness seemed to welcome the caress of their pillowing tits, and the almost hairless pussy pushed at the furry black mound so near. The intensity of their kiss increased as they opened their mouths, and tongues swirled and dueled. Merry pulled her face back, staring greedily at the captivated visitor. “Lets go down to the stream” she whispered.

The blonde walked between the two lean lovers, and the three wrapped arms around each other as their bodies rubbed. Laura realized she was drifting into their seduction, without control of herself. All she felt was wonderful anticipation. She heard Gene whisper “She’s into it, Merry. We didn’t have to worry.” The answer was accompanied by a hand cupping the full breast of the opulent newcomer. “I can see that, darling.” They had hardly kissed or touched, but the blonde’s pussy was creaming.

They all waded into the running water, and Laura gasped at its cold. «Let it caress you, it’ll turn you on” whispered Gene. As they lay down, feeling her whole body crying at the sting of the cold, she felt the funny sort of stimulation he meant. She closed her eyes and groaned with part pleasure, part pain. They were all rolling against each other, and she felt hands on her body, at her cunt, on her breasts. One of hers found Merry’s hairy pussy, marveling at the fat labia covered with fur. She could feel Gene’s cock on her leg. She gave herself to the powerful sensuality of the moment. Time passed as they lolled together, until Laura groaned “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

They rose from the water, and the warm night air felt fantastic on her wet skin. The voluptuous blonde walked ahead of them to the forest floor and lay down, one knee raised, with her arms above her head. She was offering herself to them. There was a look of fierce desire on her new lovers faces’, and she felt her own want rising. The girl knelt between her legs, pushing them apart with her hands. The mane of wet hair fell over one shoulder as her mouth surrounded Laura’s pink bottom. She felt the tongue sink into her tunnel, as suction pulled her lit up. Then it was being tickled, and her full hips began squirming. Gene was kneeling beside her head, and she reached for his semi hard prick. Pulling it toward her mouth, she opened her lips to the head. It sunk further in, as she sucked hungrily, and groaned as the jolts in her pussy began radiating into her whole body.

The mouth kept sucking and licking, as she heaved to it. Her passion made her eat the wonderful meat in her own mouth even more vigorously, and low moans were coming from them all. Laura could have let this go forever, as she luxuriated in the sexy situation. But Gene whispered «Wait. Lets make this first time perfect.” He scrambled down to replace Merry between the lush pale legs of their new conquest, and guided her hips over Laura’s face. He rubbed the head of his tool against the foaming wet cunt as Laura stared up into the fat hairy mound above her that was sinking toward her mouth. She was vibrating with excitement as she tasted the wild, animal musk, licking frantically for more. The tawny odor was filling her with desire, while her vaginal tunnel slowly filled with the large cock sinking into her.

As she licked and sucked, she realized she heard frenzied groaning, and felt Merry’s bottom grinding at her. The girl was cumming, cream flowing into the hungry mouth eating her body. God this woman is sexy, Laura thought. Gene’s thrusting prick was raising her fast. She wanted this to go on forever. Her mind was filled with lust for both these amazingly uninhibited lovers, different possible sexual acts flashing through her mind. Her hips were bucking into his, seeking fulfillment. She didn’t remember him being such a thoughtful man during sex.

The fury of their lovemaking rose, as the cool night air made their couplings seem pure and sweet. It became mindless thrill seeking for them all. No thought of convention interfered with the wild abandon of their natural desires. Laura wasn’t consciously comparing, but had never fucked with such animal lust. Her opulent body was instinctively trying to please her lovers, and herself. She strained at the bodies using her, and being used.

Her hands reached up to cover the two on her breasts, urging them to knead them more energetically, pinching her nipples. The furry cunt at her mouth was grinding again, and Laura lost control as her climax signaled its approach in her spasming hips, and groaning tonguing of the hole above her. She felt she was being squeezed through a blossoming fire of delight, as zinging jolts radiated from her pussy, filling her lush flesh. Gene’s cock was pistoning hard, twitching her clit at each stroke.

Suddenly, she exploded in sensual fire, raising her legs to bring his tool down to her ovaries, feeling her clit sending fires out in her groin, gasping into the spasming pussy at her mouth. She twisted and writhed, unaware of the lurid picture her movements made for her two partners, each of whom was gasping with release. Waves of sensation rolled through her, the odors of her cum mixing with Merry’s, the contracting cunt squeezing her tongue. Liquid was gushing into her tunnel, adding to her sense of being completely filled.

It was a cum that kept going incredibly, washing her body in release. Gene was still pumping slowly, maintaining the pressure on her clitty, as she felt herself starting to come down. She sighed as Merry rose, twisted around, and kissed her deeply, her tongue seeking to share the juice from her own climax. Gene’s hand was massaging her tummy as her hips came to rest. The hands were still kneading her breasts, as the tingling in her nipples gradually subsided. She was mewling with pleasure as the cock left her, and the two cuddled to her body.

Laura was dazed by her incredible passion. At that moment, she felt they had gotten her off better than ever before, and what surprised her was the energy she still felt. She sighed with disappointment as Gene left to go up to his camp, and Merry went into the woods. Alone, she began rubbing her body. The warm air, the moonlight, and the sound of the stream made her continue to tingle.

When neither Gene nor Merry came back after a few minutes, she rose and walked back toward the house. She was still turned on, wandering through the moonlight, finding the path in the woods, slowly losing herself in the warm air, luxuriating in the sensual power of the night. She would take a few steps down the path, then stop to listen to the soft rustle of the wind, and the little noises in the forest. Her nakedness seemed so natural. Her hands rubbed her flesh, keeping her keening tension high. Pale light would mottle the trees and bushes, creating a changing interplay of dark green and black. She felt herself breathing, and brushing against leaves would zing her body. She wanted more.

Returning to the house, she came to the tree where the two rabbits were hanging. Only one had been killed, blood drying on its fur. The other was still twitching, and she remembered the blood on her two lovers. A shiver of lust ran through her. She reached out to touch the fur on the ungutted animal.

Suddenly she felt hands on her breasts, and Merry whispered “We like to drink the blood, Laura. We’re all animals, and it gets us excited, and nourishes us.” One hand dipped into her crotch, a finger touching the clitty. Lips sucked at her neck. “Would you like to share our ritual? «The civilized, sensual woman felt the primitive urge to embrace their world, and murmured “It’s so sexy, so raw. Yes, yes, everything.”

The hands left her body, and the tawny girl used the knife to slit the throat of the small rabbit. As if in a trance, Laura pressed her open mouth to the deep slash, sucking warm nectar, feeling it wet her face, and drip down her neck to her titties. She was vibrating with the sensual pleasure of this brutal act. Merry rubbed her face in the liquid, smearing herself. Then she slowly moved her face to Laura’s, kissing the blood smeared mouth. The blonde was moaning with excitement, and pressed her body to the slim girl. Visions of Merry as a primitive priestess danced in her mind.

They fell to the grass, mouths sucking, tongues dueling, tasting the salty sourness, erotic sensation coursing through their bodies. Their two cunts were humping at each other, as they groaned with the urgent need for release. Laura was dimly aware of her lover groaning with a climax, but mindlessly kept twitching at the hairy mound surging at her splayed twat. She kept rising in heat, as their spasming pubic bones bumped frantically. Their breasts were pillowing together, both feeling their hard nipples. The sensitivity of her body amazed the now groaning blonde vixen.

Merry broke their embrace, and rose briefly, as the two gazed at each other, gasping with need. The vision of each of the different but gorgeous females stimulated the urgency of their coupling, here in the moonlight, smeared in blood, acting out their deepest animal urges. Then, Merry twisted around to wrap her lips around the pale pussy with its wispy red hair, while her own heavy mound pressed to the red mouth with its panting want. They concentrated on the clits stiffened by their passion, sucking and licking, moaning wildly. As they writhed at each other, both were lost in the moment, striving for completion.

Gene came back just as Merry orgasmed in frenzied twisting against Laura’s mouth, spread wide to eat the cream flowing freely from the auburn vaginal passage contracting in release. He felt his cock stiffen with the sight of the two clutched together. As she writhed in climax, Merry looked up to see him staring at the erotic picture they made in the pale moonlight. She smiled with pleasure for herself, then rose from the opulent body beneath her. The blonde groaned with her unfinished need roiling her body.

“Finish her, darling. Let me watch you fuck her.” Gene pressed himself to Merry, kissing her passionately, then dropped to his knees over the voluptuous softness groaning on the grass. Laura sighed as she felt him sucking at her full breasts, licking the nipples wetly. Her puss bucked at his stomach, seeking his prick. He pushed two fingers into the steaming moistness of her cunt, massaging the nerve tissue swelled with blood. She smelled of the woods, her perfume, and the rabbit’s essence. His face in her tit seemed surrounded in flesh.

Merry was kneeling beside them, watching as Gene reluctantly gave up the succulent mounds and kissed Laura, mouth open in excitement, and guided his thick member into the creaming hole already wide to him. He drove to its full depth, as a moan escaped her throat. He began a slow fucking motion, coming halfway out with each stroke, but the writhing woman under him wrapped her legs around his hips and increased the tempo of his thrusts. Her mouth muffled by the lean handsome man, she mumbled “Make me come, Gene. Please, oh get me off. Oooh, yeah like that. Hurry, hurry.”

Laura was vibrating frantically, full of the cock pummeling her bucking twat. Her eyes were closed as she frowned with concentration on her clit starting to zing with nearing satisfaction. She felt the pleasure of their conquest of her being, as she gave herself to wild humping up to the male meat goring her. Her feeling of being their sex toy was a surrender of startling change from her civilized life, and the freedom made her soar into a fantastic red haze of orgasmic thrills. Climax raged from her cunt outward, filling her completely. She groaned as she felt his jism spitting in her welcoming vagina, as her cuntal muscles contracted around him. She threw back her head with her surging release of tension, still bucking her hips.

Her head was rolling back and forth with her pleasure, and even as the jingling calmed, she was stuporous, floating in a sexual pool. She felt herself lifted and carried to her bed, where two mouths kissed her. As she began drifting into sleep, Merry whispered “Welcome, Laura.” The buxom woman fell asleep with one hand at her breast, the other in her sopping pussy, groaning softly. Her lovers watched the sensual beauty with anticipation of more sexual adventure.

The strawberry blonde never ran with them, or hunted. She conducted her experiments, hiking up the mountain to throw non-toxic marking chemicals in the stream, her instruments testing the speed with which they were diluted and neutralized by the natural processes operating on the downstream water. At night, they indulged in erotic sex play, and Laura found herself luxuriating in the freedom and daring of it. She didn’t stay up all night. There was no jealousy between Merry and Gene, as though their relationship encouraged sexual adventure.

They quickly discovered that Laura did not have multiple orgasms close together, but as the mountain, their constant nudity, and the sensual atmosphere pervaded her, she wanted two or three fucks each night. They accommodated her happily, luxuriating in her soft, dreamy seeking of constant stimulation. Her full, ripe curves, pale and cushioning skin, and willing accommodation of every kind of act were erotic additions to their life. She often asked one or both to make love to her as she went to bed at one or two in the morning.

Merry loved the novelty of watching Gene fuck the sensuous blonde. Somehow, she seemed to participate in Laura’s orgasms, often diddling herself to release. The first time she just watched them, but later liked to press herself to whichever was on top, getting herself off with them. The woman to woman enjoyment was new to her, but she found it novel and exciting.

“I’ve never been this horny in my life” Laura told them one evening. «It’s as though I just want to cum all the time.” Merry told her how similar her own feelings were. “I think it’s our natural instinct freed in this environment.”

Often after their first evening coupling and dinner, the girl would leave them, and return a little later. On the fourth night, as she and Gene lolled in the water, she didn’t come back. He whispered “Let’s go watch them, Laura.” She didn’t understand that, but followed him several hundred yards through the woods. He led her to a spot downwind from the stream and pointed to a clearing on the other side. As her eyes focused, she saw Merry with one of the wolves between her legs. Gene handed her the binoculars.

My god, they’re making love, she thought. She could see the wolf licking at the girl’s groin, and the wriggling of Merry’s body showed her pleasure. She looked at Gene and started to speak, but he signaled her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Raising the binoculars again, she saw Merry had now gotten on all fours, and the wolf was on top of her, its hips bucking at her ass. Laura felt cream start in her slit with the sexy animal act she was witnessing. Since Lupe had not come for several days, it was over fast, and a thrill shot through her as she heard the animal howl with triumph as it came. With her angle, the girl’s face showed her own release.

Laura fell to the ground and grabbed Gene’s cock, pulling it into her. He began pumping, as the exciting act she had just witnessed drove her passion quickly to a peak. They came together, her head shaking with a sharp climax he broadened by shooting hotly onto her stomach, and rubbing the spunk into her skin. Merry and the wolf were still lying in the clearing, as the two watchers stole quietly away.

“I can’t go to sleep now. I have to talk to her. Do you think the wolf would do me too?” Gene smiled as he marveled at the power this place seemed to have to make anything possible. This soft, delectable, gorgeous professor wanted to get fucked by a wolf. He wondered what Merry would feel. He kissed her pouty red lips, feeling her lust. “It’s the wolf’s call, actually.”

The next night, both Merry and Laura went to Lupe’s glen, but he didn’t show up. The next night he did, to find two female pussy’s, already fragrant, waiting together. Laura was on top, pressing her lush curves against the firm muscles below, and grinding her hips into the auburn haired girl’s pelvis. Laura’s eyes opened in shock when she saw the wolf, even though it was what she wanted. Merry held her tight, murmuring “Just hold still, lover. He’ll decide what he wants to do.”

The wolf was sniffing rapidly, sorting out the odors. He stepped tentatively around to snuffle at both female behinds, separating the familiar from the new, perfumed, but still stimulating other. He began licking at Merry, then up to Laura. Merry wriggled up under Laura, leaving only the wispy blonde for him. He seemed to accept it, and increased the speed of his rasping tongue. Laura was overcome with the rasping stimulation the expert licking was producing, thrills shooting into her groin. “God, its fantastic” she moaned. Her head sank down to Merry’s stomach, and her tongue went out to taste the skin of the tawny, animal woman.

Feeling her licking, Merry wriggled her cunt to Laura’s mouth, and watched the blonde head sink into her slit. Groans were vibrating as the wolf drove its tongue deeper into the new tunnel, savoring the different but equally exciting odor. He licked on and on, but this pussy did not spasm as fast as the other. Finally, excited by the smells, Lupe jumped on the new pale back, and drove his pointed prick deep in the foaming tunnel he had so freely lubricated. He could see Merry, eyes half closed in passion, writhing at the red blonde mouth. She was orgasming as, for the first time, she watched the wolf’s face during his fucking.

He lasted a little longer than the night before last, and his head gradually raised as his completion approached. Just as Laura screamed her release, the wolf stretched his maw to the dark sky, and howled his conquest to the world. The blonde babbled ecstatically “He’s filling me up, coming in me. Ohh, it’s so good, what a cum, oh Merry.” As the wolf pulled himself off her and waited, Laura imitated what she had seen, and cleaned the bright red tool, licking and sucking, until it retreated into its sheath. Then she lay back as the wolf tongued her body.

Laura made arrangements to stay another week, lost in the incredible but wonderful erotic life they were leading. She wore a bikini while she was alone, but stripped as soon as her lovers awakened, and they began the evenings’ orgiastic adventure. She met the wolf each night it came, since Merry had urged her to enjoy Lupe while she could. Gene made a tape of their lovemaking, and years later, Laura realized her smile of happiness was never the same in civilized life.

 

To be continued…

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