The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Why don’t you lick my pussy, Ross?” Rachel asked.

“With sperm in it? I’m not gay.”

“How about without sperm in it. Why can’t you lick it then?”

“You know I like to fuck you.”

“And get blow jobs. You’re perfectly willing to give up fucking if it means a blow job to you, and I go without?”

“He’s really a selfish lover, isn’t he?” MJ asked. “You could have done so much better. He’s a good provider, I’ll give you that, of course he’s less of a provider than he was with me, since he has to pay me spousal support. You’d think he’d pick up the slack in other areas to make up for it. Water under the bridge. You’ll figure it out. Here taste this. Isn’t this good?”

“Mmm, it is. I’ve never had venison before. Did he shoot the deer himself?”

“This time I had to buy it from a local meat provider,” Quinn said. “I do normally like hunting deer myself.”

Rachel looked at my stud muffin Master. He’d put on tight jeans and a tighter sweater. “Do you wrestle it down with your bare hands?”

Quinn smiled. “Bare teeth.”

“You’re cute.” She took another bite. “This is really good.”

“Don’t eat too much though, Rachel,” MJ said. “Quinn is taking us out tonight to C H Fields Craft Kitchen for supper. It’s a superb local restaurant. Everyone, grab a bowl and dig in. We’ll sit in the dining room.”C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

What do you know, the table only seated ten. Quinn took care of that little problem by pulling MJ into his lap and feeding her. There was some smooching, some fondling, and even an orgasm tossed in as the bowl was emptied. Rachel watched in rapt attention as they practically made love in front of her. MJ was panting hard as Quinn pulled his hands from under her dress.

“I love it when you leave your underwear off,” Quinn said. “If Ross and Rachel hadn’t been here, I would have bent you over the table and fucked you.”

“You animal.” MJ stood up and smoothed her dress down. She bent and gave him a kiss. “I would have let you do it, stud.”

“In front of Randa?” Ross protested.

“Ross, she’s pregnant. I’m pretty sure she knows what goes on in the bedroom, and other places in the house. She lives with two men, neither of whom could come on the trip with her. She’s unemployed. From what she tells me, she spends roughly four hours a day fucking, with two young, healthy, libidinous, big cocked, men. Not all of that time is spent in the bedroom. Grow up.” She patted Quinn’s erection. “I know where I want this thing later, big boy. Thanks for taking care of me.”

The kitchen got cleaned up with lots of helping hands and we adjourned to the family room where Quinn laid a fire. Randa pulled her father beside her in a love seat, so they could chat about father/daughter things. That left Rachel with nowhere to sit except between Nat and Quinn. How did this come about, you ask. A lot of planning. Not only were both men intensely masculine, they still smelled of sex from their double teaming of MJ, also finely planned. Apparently, some woman or two was suffering from arousal, so both of their cocks were rock hard. Easy to tell, even in their pants.

MJ was sitting with Daphne across from Rachel, in another love seat, and they primarily talked, although MJ occasionally kissed Daphne, or vice versa, not too provocatively, but it wasn’t a brush on the cheeks either. Master’s two sluts sat at his feet, and he wasn’t shy about rewarding us with an caress or two as we chatted. Simone and Brigitte were lying in front of the fire, and sharing the occasional kiss as well. The couch that Nat, Quinn and Rachel sat on was small enough the three were packed fairly tightly in. Rachel had no place to put her arms, but in her lap, or resting on the thighs of the two muscular men beside her. Which occasionally, she did; usually just one at a time, but sometimes both. I could smell her arousal, and I’m not that good.

“What do you do for a living?” Rachel asked Quinn.

“I guess you could say I’m a bounty hunter. I track down men and women who are fugitives from justice.”

“Wow, that sounds quite thrilling. What about you, Nat.”

“School teacher. Daphne and I are both school teachers.”

“What’s the thing between you and Daphne then?”

“She’s infertile, so the only way we can have children is through a surrogate mother. Since I have to have sex with other women in order to procreate, we’ve adopted an open marriage.”

“Does it bother you when she has sex with other people?”

“Not really. It’s the emotional bonds that make us partners, not the sexual ones. We’ll be together as long as we’re alive. We just wish we could make our own children.”

“That’s sweet. It doesn’t really make any difference how old the sexual partner then, because you’re a young guy.”

“Not really. Sex is sex, but thank you.”

“Master, the fire is hot,” I said. “May I take off my top? The baby makes me feel so warm.”

“Yes, you may, slut.”

“Me too, Master, can I take off my top?” Dani asked.

“Yes, bitch.”

We both removed our tops, exposing our breasts and top tattoos. Ross stopped talking and stared at the four bare boobs. SLUT and QUINN’S BITCH, prominent.

“You don’t know who the father of your child is?” Ross asked.

“I know it’s one of eleven different men,” I said, “including my Master and Nathaniel.”

“Your Master?” Rachel asked.

“For the balance of our trip visiting the families of the four breeders, Dani and I agreed to be submissives to our Master. His last name stands for wolf, which is why we’ve got all of these wolf tattoos all over our bodies. I’ve got one on my ass and my pussy too. Would you like to see?”

“That’s not necessary,” Rachel said.

“I’d like to see,” Ross said.

I suppose we could have just pushed our shorts down enough to expose them, then pulled them back up, but that wasn’t part of the plan. Dani and I pushed our shorts off and left them off. When I sat back down, Ross had a good view of my bare, partially open and wet cooch, and immediately got an erection. Lightweights. It didn’t even matter that I was pregnant and looked it. I leaned back against Master’s leg.

“Are those tattoos permanent?” Rachel asked.

“They last about three months,” Quinn said, “or you can take them off with a special oil. Dani can’t get married with Quinn’s Bitch showing above her wedding dress.”

“You’re marrying her?” Rachel asked Quinn.

“Not me, some other guy.”

“Does he know that she’s with you?”

“She sends him movies of us fucking every couple of days. He likes to watch.”

“How many of these women have you had sex with?”

“All of them. There aren’t enough men to go around, so Nat and I have to take care of all of their cock needs. It’s a lot of work, especially after adding MJ to the mix. She’s insatiable. I could easily see adding you to the mix. Ross chose well when he picked you.”

All women know how to flutter their eyelashes in a totally seductive way. Men look like they’re blinking rapidly. Not the same thing, at all. Rachel fluttered her eyelashes at Quinn. Ross missed it, still staring at my pussy. It’s amazing how you can miss your wife seducing another man if you’re watching a wet pussy.

“I need some relief, Slut,” Master said. “Take care of it.”

“Yes, Master.” I unzipped his jeans and extracted his cock, and began bobbing my head up and down his substantial length. Rachel’s eyes were glued to it, and it was a close eye view.

“I could use some relief, too,” Nat said.

“May I, Master?” Dani said.

“By all means. Brigitte take a movie for Dani’s cuckold.”

“Pussy, mouth or ass, Mister Nat?” Dani asked.

“Pussy,” Nat said.

Dani extracted Nat’s black mamba and was soon getting fucked in the pussy, loving it. Now Rachel had her choice of two tempting pieces of man meat to watch. It was like watching a tennis match. On the left side, my mouth doing my best to extract the cum from my Master’s balls. On the right, Nat’s rigid shaft destroying Dani’s pussy from behind. Before you could say Robinson Crusoe, MJ and Daphne were stripped off and in a sixty-nine, and so were Simone and Randa. It was a sex extravaganza, and our guests didn’t know where to look, because everywhere you looked someone was having sex, except Brigitte, filming Dani’s fucking.

Ross said, “Rachel, what about me. Can you suck my cock?”

“What about me. Come lick my pussy, and maybe I’ll suck your cock.”

Rachel stood up and pulled down her jeans and panties, baring her pussy. Her panties clung to her folds they were so wet.

“Nice,” Quinn said. “What a pretty pussy you have.”

“Uh, no.” Ross said. “Put your clothes back on.” Looking at Quinn’s superior shaft a foot away from Rachel’s bare cunt.

“Don’t worry, Rachel. I’ll take care of you,” MJ said. “That is a pretty pussy.”

Which is when Ross’s ex-wife, licked his current wife’s pussy to six good screaming orgasms. Since Daphne didn’t have a partner any longer, and Brigitte had gotten enough of Dani’s fucking for Carl, they were soon locked in a sixty-nine. The only one who didn’t cum from another person, was Ross, who jacked off watching his past and present wives, and me. I didn’t have permission to cum, so went without. I’m sure it would be made up at some point.