The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Which is how I found myself on my knees with Dani and Mom, cleaning the cum of eight orgasms from Sue’s tender nether parts. I don’t know how many orgasms Sue had before, but she managed three more from our gentle licking, and James had another erection. We used a towel to get the last bits, and I helped James get Sue up to the master bath, and into the shower.

“I’m going to run a bath as well,” I said. “I know from personal experience, that Sue is going to be sore. Get most of the mess off in the shower, then sit down in the bathtub with her and let her soak her lady bits. If you hug on her, smooch a little and hold her, it will really make her feel a lot better than she feels now.”

“Thank you, Jessica. Was that dog licking you and Gretchen?” James asked.

“What dog?” Sue asked. She’d missed it in her own orgy.

“Hybrid wolf, but yes. She was licking us. She’s very well trained.”

“A wolf?” Sue said.

You’re not going say anything after the fun you just had, are you? I think something about pots and black kettles applies here.”

She smiled. “I suppose that’s true.”

“Take this time while you’re cuddling in the bath to make sure you’re both good moving forward and if you had your fun and it’s over now, or if you might like to see it happen again, and under what circumstances.”

“You were right,” James said, “about how it would affect Sue and how her reactions would affect me. It’s a good thing you prepared me, or I might have wanted to kill myself.”

“And that would have been a shame, because really, being stimulated like that, she had no choice in the matter. It’s not tied to reason and love, it’s tied to our instincts and nature. No matter how far removed we are from our ancestral past, we still have primal parts of us that respond in primal ways.”

I ran the bath and left it for them along with a couple of big fluffy towels, then rejoined the others. Patricia already had Nat in one end, and Eric in the other. Not in her ass though. I should teach her to stretch her ass. Ingrid was impaled on Quinn’s cock, while Mom licked her pussy and Quinn’s balls, while Peter poked her pussy, Dani was drinking down Dad’s cum while Gerhard was fucking her ass, with Brigitte recording it. Dawn was lying on the carpet watching Patricia get fucked, her head over her paws.

Randa and Simone were playing with Daphne, and I’m not talking board or card games. I sat down with Gretchen again.

“How are they doing?” she asked.

“They seem good. Shower first, then soak in the tub, a little catching up. I think they’ll be fine.”

“That was something else. I never, ever, imagined my Mom would ever do something like that.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“I definitely think what I used to consider as older, say over fifty, people, are more sexual than I ever gave them credit for. It’s like I somehow thought they quit having sex at forty or something because things started to sag, or they quit having kids so, you know, no need for sex. It actually makes me hopeful. I’m enjoying all of this, and I’d hate for it to end at some arbitrary time because it wasn’t supposed to be fun anymore. I don’t know if I’d want a three hole gangbang at your mother’s age, but getting fucked in all three holes at once, count me in.”

“Do you think I’ll end up fucking Quinn at some point?”

“That’s entirely up to you, Gretchen. I remember something you told your father when this started, though. I believe it was along the lines of ‘I like the feel of something in my pussy, but I have no emotional connection to the person at the other end.’ Something similar anyway. You don’t have to love the person at the other end of the cock. No one expects you to do that; you’re not made that way. But would you enjoy the sex if you fucked the cock, treated it like a strap-on, instead of a dick. Only you can answer that question. I certainly can’t.

“The last couple of days when Dad was sucking dick. I know he hated it. Mainly, he was doing it for Mom. She believed, that instead of having to worry who was in their bed, if they could forget the gender, they could have a better time together. She wouldn’t worry that because it was a man, Dad was being ignored, the same as she’s now accepted that she can have sex with another woman if Dad takes one to bed. They can both enjoy whoever’s there. Doesn’t mean they want to love him or her; they have each other for that. The rest is just sex.

“If I’m being honest with you, I’d love to be licking and sucking you while Quinn is fucking you. It would be like my two favorite people sharing something special with each other. I’d love to be in a situation, where no matter who I reached for in the middle of the night, I’d find someone I cared for, and we could all be comfortable with each other, even if we didn’t love each other the same. But I don’t want to put pressure on you to do something you don’t want to do. It’s selfish of me and I know it is. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want everything, even if other people don’t.”

“Would you love me more if I did?”

I kissed her. “I don’t think it’s possible to love you more than I do. I know it’s not enough, because it’s not exclusive, and I think that’s what you want. But even now I love you more than my parents. I just don’t think I can be an all-girl girl. I don’t want to be an all-guy girl either, but if I had to give one up, it would have to be the girl, and for that, I’m sorry.”

“At least I’m a firm number two.”

“A firm number one pussy. My favorite pussy,” I agreed.

“You know, Jessica, I never thought I’d have even this much with you. I was getting by, had fuck buddies, even girlfriends who weren’t lesbian. But I missed you so much in my life. If I’m being honest, I failed in New York because I was alone. I didn’t have you, or anyone I even cared that much about. Even staying with my parents back home, around them, everything was day to day. I had almost nothing to look forward to. When you came back into my life, and agreed to have sex with me, I took wing. That’s the reason my work is so good now. I’ve got feeling in my life again. I’m not numb. So whatever else you can give me, thank you at least for this.”

I pulled her into my arms. “Come to bed with me.”

“Don’t you have duties to perform.”

“Fuck it. At this moment, you’re my first priority.”

I turned to Quinn. “I have some important business to take care of, Master. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have a good night, I’ll only send women to sleep with you. Bed crowding situation.”

I smiled at him. “You understand me better every day, sir. I knew you didn’t have to be an asshole.”

“It’s a lot of work.”

I laughed and led Gretchen upstairs. By the time Simone and Brigitte joined us, we were sated and asleep. I didn’t let anyone get between us, pulling Gretchen closer to give them room.

******

When we got up, everyone else was up already. Quinn informed us that Gretchen’s parents had left about a an hour after we went upstairs. Patricia left two hours after that, fucked out. Dani, Mom, Dad and Quinn had shared a bed, fucking the two sluts senseless for another hour, Nat recording, or sometimes joining in. Mother got fucked in all three holes again, Dani fucked in two while sucking the cum from Mom’s pussy and ass.

I gave my Master a kiss, then dropped down to suck his cock, just on general principles, for letting me have my night with Gretchen. When I drained him, he sat me on his lap and fed me. Toying with me enough to give me four orgasms, none with his permission. The others were staying today to pack up before leaving tomorrow. Quinn told Mom she had to go from person to person, all day long, licking pussy or sucking cock until he returned.

“If my slut wants an orgasm today, you can beg your husband to fuck you while you’re busy tending to everyone else. Your mouth better be on a cock or cunt before your husband shoves his dick into you. I don’t want you to clean your pussy or ass if he fucks you. Leave it a mess.”

“Yes, Master.”

We went to Gretchen’s house to meet the packers coming to collect her paintings to ship to Maine. Quinn walked around her studio, looking at the artwork, finished and in progress. He was silent as he looked at them, until he’d looked at them all.

“These are beautiful, Gretchen. I’ve never seen better. The way the sun glistens on the water is uncanny. The wolves are perfect, the fur, amazing. I’m in awe. You need to send me a list of things you want for your studio. It won’t be done by the time you get there, it being near winter, but I want you to be able to work as soon as you arrive.”

“Thank, you, I will.”

“This is the one similar to Sasha’s?”

“Yes, Jessica gave it to her and said she’d take the next one I made like it.”

“That’s one of the things that confused me about Jessica. When I heard she was taking money for puppies, I thought she was a mercenary whore. Someone who didn’t really give a damn about wolves. The women we seduced for puppies, at least cared for the wolves who bred them. Money seemed wrong. I didn’t think she’d give a damn about us. Then she holds a knife to my throat to protect Brigitte, and gave this painting to Sasha, which I know is worth a lot of damn money. In a lot of different ways, she proved she did care, that it wasn’t all about the money. I didn’t understand that about her at first, that even though you need money and felt like you should get paid for something, didn’t mean you didn’t care. I was so wrong. It’s why I fucked up. I look at this art, and I can see your feelings in every brush stroke. You care, too.”

“Thank you, I do.”

Sue called down the stairs. “Gretchen, the shippers are here.”

“Send them down, we’re decent.”

Four burly guys stomped down the stairs. They may have been burly, but they weren’t God-like.

“You can take them back to the warehouse in cardboard boxes,” Quinn said, “but I want them shipped in wooden crates, so crate them before sending them to Maine. Here’s the address and a credit card. I want all eighteen of these finished paintings. You damage any of them, I’ll come back and pound you into the ground like a tent stake. Any questions.”