The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Gretchen did just that, and her parents said they wouldn’t mind if we picked up some barbecue and pan fried walleye at Shady Sue’s, which was on the way, so we agreed to bring some when we came, which should be in roughly an hour. She called Shady Sue’s and ordered two full racks of baby back ribs and two walleye platters to be picked up in an hour.

“Better make it four full racks,” I said. “Brigitte can eat two all by herself.”

So, Gretchen ordered four racks and three walleye platters.

“Brigitte, did you get laid today?” I asked.

“I sure did. Spent the afternoon with Eric and Gerhard.”

“Both of them?” Gretchen asked.

“And another bitch named Angel. It was quite the little party. Nice thing about being on a werewolf compound is my guard duties are relaxed. Since you’re surrounded by your family’s pack. I could frolic freely.”

“Did you fuck as a wolf or human?” I asked.

“Both. When I become fertile, I need to quit fucking so I don’t get pregnant, as I’d be stuck in that form. I’m taking advantage while I can. Rene would take me off guard duty and I’d have to suffer through Quinn’s attentions. I like hanging with you for that reason.”

“Can’t you take birth control?” I asked.

“We can’t use IUD’s because of the shift, different wombs for each form, and pills are less effective for the same reason. Shifting fucks with the hormones. We think it’s part of the whole extended lifespan, no diseases thing. We can use condoms while human, but not as a wolf. Mostly, we just quit fucking while we’re fertile unless we want to get pregnant. We can tell when we’re fertile by scent, and most wolves will spare you their attentions when you’re in heat.”

“It so weird to hear you talk about being in heat,” Gretchen said.

“You have to realize, that in most respects, we think more like wolves, and less like humans, than you’d think, despite having to spend more of our time as humans in order to interact with the rest of society. It’s essentially, what we are. We’re far less individual than you are.”

When we got home, we caught my parents in flagrante delicto. Mom was sucking Dad’s cock while Conor pounded her from behind. I covered Gretchen’s eyes.

“My God! Get a fucking room. Gretchen is going to think you’re all a bunch of wolves.” I said.

Conor grinned. “I am a wolf, though I’m not a bunch.”

Mom moaned, then lifted off Dad’s cock. “Apparently, I’m half wolf.” She immediately went back down on him.

“I got no excuse,” Dad said, “except it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought it would be later before you got home. Ah, fuck!” He arched into Mom’s mouth as he climaxed. Mom was eagerly swallowing it all.

“How did Gretchen’s breeding go?” Conor asked. He continued stroking in and out of Mom’s pussy.

Gretchen pulled my hands off her eyes. “It went better than I expected,” Gretchen said. “Jessica showed me this neat way to fuck while I’m in a sixty-nine.”

Mom pulled off of Dad’s rapidly shrinking cock. “Oh, that’s one of my favorite ways to have sex too. It doesn’t even matter that much if it’s a man or woman I’m sixty-nining with, except Simon gets nervous with his face that close to a cock, so it’s usually Conor on the bottom if it’s both males.”

“Brigitte and I are going to Gretchen’s to talk to her parents and spend the night. You three can continue your shenanigans while we’re gone without worrying if you”re going to corrupt our impressionable young minds.”

“I got the impression you’d corrupted us,” Dad said.

“I’ll own that,” I said, smiling. “We’ll probably go straight to Gerhard’s tomorrow morning, so we’ll see you again tomorrow afternoon. Try to show a little decorum when we come back.”

Gretchen had driven to our house, so she left immediately after reminding me of where she lived and where Shady Sue’s was, as we were paying for the food. Brigitte and I went upstairs, got some clean clothes and our overnight kit. All Brigitte wore was a short crop top and loose shorts. Clothes easy to dispose of or ruin if she had to shift quickly. Conor was still fucking Mom when we left. Werewolves really know how to show a person a good time.

We arrived, food in hand and Gretchen introduced us to her parents. Reintroduced me, I guess. I’d met them before. Gretchen and I had hung around together in high school enough, her parents knew me.

“James, Sue, this is Jessica’s friend, Brigitte O’Leary.”

They shook hands all around, although Sue hugged me. We started eating while the food was hot. They’d made a salad to go with the meat.

“So, Jessica. Did you discover that you’re a lesbian too,” Sue asked shortly after we’d started.

“More like bisexual. Did Gretchen tell you why I’m back in town?”

“To visit your folks, wasn’t it.”

“I’m sorry, Jessica. I didn’t know what to say,” Gretchen said.

“Say about what?” James asked.

“I came home to tell my parents I’m going to be a surrogate mother. I lost my job and wasn’t finding anything else in my field, what with the recession. I was getting kind of desperate, and Brigitte and her partner offered me money to carry a child for them. She’s infertile and can’t conceive a child. I kind of talked Gretchen into doing the same thing for another infertile couple here in Rhinelander. She can continue with her art while carrying a baby, and perhaps move out on her own. She’ll be compensated $75, 000 for carrying a baby.”

“Gretchen!” Sue said. “You’re going to have a baby? Is this by in vitro fertilization?”

“No, Mom. I just had sex with my first male partner.”

“His wife is okay with that?” James asked.

“They’re in an open relationship,” Gretchen said. “I’ve had sex with her too.”

“Are you doing the same thing, Jessica?” Sue asked.

“Yes. Brigitte was the first woman I had sex with. It kind of broke the ice before I had sex with her partner. Listen, I sort of wanted to apologize to you both. Even though I was attracted to Gretchen in high school, I was afraid to be with her because of the way she got treated by the other kids. If I’d been a little braver, perhaps she wouldn’t have gotten treated as badly as she was, or they would have split their negative attention on two people instead of just one.”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“At least you were never one of those who made fun of her,” Sue said, “so thank you for that. Some of the kids were so cruel to her.”

“I know. I heard all of the negative comments. I should have spoken up for her, but I didn’t. Too afraid to take a stand for my friend. It made me almost as bad as they were.”

“At least you remained her friend, Jessica. I don’t know how many times she came home crying after a day at school.”

“I can guess, and she never deserved any of it. Deciding to do something like I’m doing, made me realize that. I can imagine the shit I’d be getting if people knew I was having sex with a married couple, even it doesn’t affect anyone else at all, and the couple themselves is pretty happy with our arrangement, because it gives them something they can’t have on their own. I think Gretchen is amazing for wanting to do the same thing, helping someone have children they can’t have.”

“It would be nice if she could have a child for herself and we could have a grandchild. We know she’ll never get married to a man,” James said.

“If she finds someone to marry, perhaps the couple she’s helping out could return the favor. Give her a child the way she’s helped them. It all depends upon if she wants children. I don’t think they’d mind at all.”

“They would, wouldn’t they?” Gretchen said.

“In a heartbeat. I don’t think I should mention names, but a classmate of ours, her husband was infertile. She got some help and she’s pregnant now. Brigitte’s partner helped her conceive.”

“This wasn’t done behind the husband’s back, was it?” James asked.

“No, he agreed beforehand.”

“Wow,” James said. “That’s kind of risky, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” I said, “for a variety of reasons. Conor will never interfere in their marriage. The man would never have to worry about his wife running off with him. For one thing, they live in Maine, like me. It was only a one-time deal to give them the child they both wanted.”

“Are you pregnant then, Jessica?” Sue asked.

“I just came off birth control, and I didn’t conceive this time. Gretchen hasn’t been on birth control because of her sexual orientation, so it’s entirely possible she’ll get pregnant this go around,” I said. “I can’t say I don’t enjoy the trying. Brigitte and Conor are both accomplished lovers.”

“Gretchen, how did you enjoy your first time with a man?” James asked.

“More than I expected. This afternoon, the wife and I were having oral sex while her husband did the deed. That was pretty amazing. I could almost forget it was a man having sex with me.”

“It was still pleasurable?” James asked.

“Dad, I’m not a lesbian because I couldn’t experience pleasure with a man. I just don’t have any emotional connections to one. It’s like masturbating with a dildo. It feels good, but I don’t want to kiss my dildo afterward.”

“Is it the same for you, Jessica?” Sue asked.

“I emotionally enjoy both sexes,” I replied. “I haven’t found the one I’m willing to marry, but I’ve liked all my sexual partners but one I had when I was drunk. That was a mistake. He was just there. He was like a dildo, and I didn’t want to kiss him either.”