The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

There was a knock on the door. “That’s probably Gerhard with Janet. Can the chatter about wolves and packs.” I got up and answered the door.

It was indeed Gerhard, and Janet was standing next to him, shivering in a blanket. She looked like she’d been fucked hard all night. Not that she looked unhappy about it.

“Come in, Gerhard. My friend, Gretchen, and Ingrid are here this morning. My parents are upstairs at the moment. Dad got his first real ass fucking this morning, and he’s soaking in the tub. Janet, how did you enjoy your night of submission?”

I stepped aside to let them in.

“It was wonderful,” she said dreamily. “My pussy has never been so pleasantly sore before.”

“Did you earn any more spankings?”

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“I need to teach you how to take enemas this morning.”

“Why?”

“So when you’re fucked in the ass, you can clean off the cock that fucked it.”

“Please tell me you’re joking?”

“Nope. A good submissive should be prepared to suck her Master’s cock at any and all times. The enemas make that bearable. You butt is nice and clean after you take one. Unless you’d like to suck a shitty cock. I’ve seen people do it, but I believe I’d get sick and throw up all over anyone who tried to make me suck a shit encrusted cock. You’ll see. It’s not bad at all. Have you ever had anal sex before?”

“Yeah, although never anyone as big as Master Quinn or Master Gerhard.”

“It’s the reasons for the plugs. A Master wants three-hole sluts.”

As soon as Quinn saw Janet, he told her to get her ass over to him and start sucking his cock. “Pleasure everyone else here to an orgasm as well. You can always use more pussy practice, unless you’re a lesbian like Gretchen. Gerhard, I highly recommend that you take a look at some of Gretchen’s art. I’m sure you’ll want several pieces for your home.”

Gerhard bent down and kissed Gretchen. “How is your pregnancy going, child.”

“It’s going well, Gerhard, except I was complaining to Jessica that sixty-nines have gone by the wayside for the duration.”

“Dawn, lick her pussy,” Gerhard said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t bother, Dawn, that’s my job. She’s my guest,” I said. “I’m just letting things get situated before taking her up to my room for some privacy. Not everyone likes to fuck in public.”

“Could you show me some of your work, Gretchen?” Gerhard asked.

“Certainly. These are some pieces I did for Quinn.” She handed him her phone.

Gerhard looked at them for several seconds. “These are both Jessica, aren’t they?”

“Yes. I consider them some of my best work, but Jessica has always inspired me.”

“I’d like you to do three portraits for me, Gretchen. Do you do plain portraits?”

“I can.”

“One of Jessica, one of Anita, and one of Kathleen,” he said, “maybe in poses similar, but clearly showing who they are, so portrait like.”

“I’ll send you some of my ideas. Just out of curiosity, why?”

“Anita intends to move to Maine. I don’t know how much longer she’ll be here.”

“Does that mean you’ll never be returning to Wisconsin?” Gretchen asked me.

“I still have friends,” I squeezed her hand, ” and family here. I’ll be back, but it might not be as often.”

“Make love to me, Jess.”

“Of course,” I said, taking her hand. “We can go now.”

She followed me up to my room. We didn’t come down for a couple hours. When we got hungry, I suppose. Our babies still needed to be fed.

Quinn pulled Gretchen aside when we walked into the kitchen, and had a whispered conversation with her for five minutes. Then Gerhard got pulled into the conversation, and it went for another ten. Gretchen looked so fucking happy, I wondered what the fuck they were talking about. When it broke up, Gretchen hugged and kissed both of them. Wow. I wasn’t that surprised she hugged Gerhard, but I would have thought she’d rather shoot Quinn than kiss him, if for no other reason than I loved the big oaf instead of her.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“A surprise.”

“Like a going away party?”

“Sure, like that.”

“Cool, I should say goodbye to Brenda and Melinda while I’m here.”

“I’ll handle the arrangements. Don’t say anything to anyone,” Gretchen said.

“Okay.”

She started laughing. “I’m so excited.”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Me, too. I’m happy for me too.”

******

Gathered in the living room, Brigitte said, “We’ve come to the crux of your male genitalia training, cuckold. You’ve become accustomed to the taste of cum, been fucked in the ass with strap-ons and a cock. The one thing that you’re missing in order to become a full participant in any bed where you and your wife are present, is to suck a cock to completion. It’s something every other person in this room has done, with the one notable exception of Gretchen, our gold star lesbian. It’s time for you to learn that skill.

“There are three men present in the room, choose one to give a blow job to. You know what a good blow job feels like. I know I’ve given you many of them myself, which you enjoyed. I expect you to attempt to give all the effort for your blow job as I give for mine. You will not be done when you swallow that man’s cream, as it will be time for you to put everything together, suck on one cock, while being ass fucked by another, and have the third one sucking yours. Which man does what, will not be up to you. The three men have already chosen who will do what, when they use your body completely. All three men will be sharing your body for the first time. Tonight, you and your wife will go to bed with Quinn and me and put together all you’ve learned for the last couple days, showing your Master and Mistress, that you are both well trained and eager sluts.”

I was sitting with Gretchen, and I felt her squeeze my hand as we heard Brigitte. She knew.

My Dad got a little wide-eyed, and green around the gills as Brigitte spoke, and I don’t think it was exclusively that he’d be sucking a cock or two to completion. He had been carefully brought to this point of his training, and it was the next logical step. Dad had known it was coming once he agreed. It was the thought that one of the three men who he’d be sucking or fucking today was his father-in-law. They were not related by blood, so there could be no claim of incest. There was definitely an ick factor, even for me.

Despite the ick, there was also an arousal factor. Watching Grandpa and Dad together would have my pussy flowing. Everyone but Janet knew Gerhard was Mom’s father. Gramps had already said what wolves considered taboo, and this wasn’t it. It would be a very wolflike thing to do, which is what Mom said she wanted to experience; what it would be like to live like the other half of her family.

Brigitte laid a hand on Dad’s head. “I know what you’re thinking, cuckold. What about your wife? Will she accept the new you?” That wasn’t all of it, I’m sure, but it was all Brigitte could discuss in front of Janet. “We discussed this with her, and she’s not opposed to this at all. She believes that it will be a break with your old life, and a rebirth of your new life together.”

Dad looked at Mom, and she smiled and nodded. If Brigitte had discussed it with Mom, she’d probably discussed it with Gerhard as well. He was equally involved, but he was a wolf, so I didn’t see this as a problem for him, as long as it wasn’t a problem for his daughter.

So far, Nat had been the only man who Dad had sucked, both getting him hard and cleaning him up after sex, so I kind of wondered if he would pick him as his first, or go in a new direction? Or would he use his safe word. He had one and could use it. He looked at Mom again, then nodded and crawled to Nat, going to the dick he was used to. I realized I’d been holding my breath and released it.

Quinn called my mother to him and had her mount his shaft. I suddenly knew that Quinn would be claiming my father’s mouth later, my mother’s cum on his cock. Pre-determined, or based upon Dad’s first choice, I wondered. Questions for another day.

Nathaniel was already half hard, getting harder as Dad moved towards him. When Dad wrapped his hands about his black cock, it was a steel rod. Nat put his hand on Dad’s head.

“Thank you for choosing me to be your first,” Nat said. “I’m honored.”

Dad simply nodded, then went to work. At first, he couldn’t look at Nat. He kept his eyes down, as if ashamed. I could understand. In high school, when Gretchen had wanted to kiss me, or more, have sex with me, I’d been ashamed, even of the desire I felt for her at the time. Gretchen had suffered the slings and arrows of her classmates for freely admitting she was a lesbian. I’d been afraid, afraid they’d treat me the same, and afraid of my own desires, that it was wrong somehow. Dad was conditioned in the same way, and for far longer. Faggot, queer, fairy, pouf; the derogatory terms for what he was doing, nearly endless.

The longer Dad sucked, the more comfortable he became in his sucking. Brigitte was right. Dad knew what he liked when someone fellated him. He raised his eyes and watched the face of the man he was sucking, the way Quinn trained me to suck him as his submissive. To look upon the face of the person you pleasure, to read their responses. To determine what you were doing right, and what wrong. Dad read what he was doing in Nat’s face, studying him. He licked and sucked Nat’s balls, sucked the head like a lollipop, took broad swaths of his tongue up his erect shaft, tickled the sensitive joining of crown and shaft. He could feel the shaft swell as Nat started to crest, to feel the precursive twitching, then he covered the head with his mouth and bobbed up and down a couple times until Nat gasped, and thrust upward, filling Dad’s mouth as he climaxed, spurt after spurt, pulse after pulse, hot cum shooting into Dad’s mouth. He’d had enough cum, he knew what it would taste like, even unmixed with a woman’s fluids. He’d licked his own cum off Brigitte’s body. Dad swallowed it all, gulping down the thick semen.