The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Then, Master whipped Lenore, thirty on her back and thirty on her front. She was amazed when she climaxed from Master’s whipping, not expecting it at all, and not asking for permission either. We had to get in a sixty-nine and entertain our guests for the next half hour giving each other orgasms. Lenore was really getting good at this pussy licking business. I had no complaints at all.

The two male wolves, Gretchen and Ingrid left after that, although Quinn said he’d see us later, but didn’t go any further with an explanation of when or where. Master had an early job tomorrow, having to get up at three, so he went to bed soon after supper. He said that Brigitte was going to be in charge of us tomorrow while he was gone, and to obey her as we would him. Master removed my collar since my weekend of submission was over.

“Another Dominant designee, Pet. You should get used to obeying any Dominant, regardless of their sex. You’ll be going shopping tomorrow morning for some slutty clothes for you to wear out to dinner. Jessica will know what I like my sluts to wear. You can also get something to hold your boobs while you run, so you don’t need to use Ace bandages anymore. It’s my expense, so don’t worry about the cost.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’d like you two to fuck each other to at least ten more orgasms tonight. You can ask questions of each other regarding Dominance and submission, or anything else you want to know about each other or talk about. When you’re done pleasuring each other, you may come to bed with me, but don’t wake me.”

“Yes, sir,” we both replied. “I’ll need to get some things out of the bedroom, Sean,” I added.

“Come get it then, Jessica.”

I got a vibrating Feeldoe I’d often used with Brigitte or Alicia, plus a double headed dildo and took Lenore to one of the spare bedrooms, farther away from my husband than most. I inserted the Feeldoe in me first, turned it on and started to fuck Pet. As much as we’d had sex, we hadn’t kissed at all, so I did my best to suck her tonsils out as I fucked her. She hesitated at first, wondering if we should be so obviously making love, instead of just fucking.

“Are you really telling me you’d rather be kissing my pussy or asshole instead of my lips?” I asked her.

She laughed and replied, “When you put it that way, I guess that is kind of foolish.”

Pet got into it after that, and since the toy vibrated in my pussy as well as hers, we both had over a half dozen orgasms before I’d finished with her.

We were both breathing hard when I finished. We were lying in a loose embrace, limbs entangled when I asked, “Have you ever met Sean’s parents?”

“Several times. Why do you ask?”

“Before we got married, he found out his Mom was submissive to his father. It started after he moved out of the house.”

“How did he take it?” Pet asked.

“We’d already started some of our play, doing it once a month at the time. Master was fairly tentative at first, not really comfortable, and not getting into it the way he does now. Seeing his mother and dad doing it, made him more at ease with the idea of being Dominant, and he got a lot better at it. It certainly freaked him out, though, when he saw my father fingering his mother to an orgasm, and vice versa.”

“How did you both get into it?”

“I’m naturally submissive, I think. I’ve always been turned on by masculine, self-assured men. I used to submit to Quinn, before I met Sean. When I determined I had no long term future with Quinn, I wanted to look for someone different. Quinn helped me to find Sean and encouraged me to date him. I think because Sean knew I was Quinn’s submissive, he sort of had to try it himself, but like I said, not too sure of himself and if he was doing the right thing. I think he felt a little like a pervert doing Dominant things to me. After he knew his Dad and Mom did it, it became more acceptable.”

“Why didn’t you stay with Quinn?”

“We’re too incompatible on a basic level.”

“What level is that?” Lenore laughed. “The guy is a god; a sex god if nothing else.”

“If you become a breeder, you’ll find out. I can’t tell you before then.”

“When did your parents start Dominance/submission? Is that why you were interested in it?”

“I did it first. We made a road trip shortly after my first four friends became surrogates and got pregnant with me. We all worked at Bath Iron Works as engineers, and the economy tanked at the same time as tensions eased with Russia and China. We all needed the money. I would have needed to declare bankruptcy within three months. We were all in the same boat, pardon the pun, and decided to do it together. We were all pregnant and went to visit our families. At my parent’s, I was slutted out in front of them, and my mom wanted to try it too, so Quinn put her in submission, then Brigitte did my dad, and they found out they enjoyed it, but Dad was more Dominant than submissive, so Quinn trained him to Dominate Mom, and my Dad actually trained Master, although he’s still learning. He’d never whipped me before tonight. He’s actually kind of a natural, once he decided it was okay.”

“When did your dad get Brigitte pregnant?”

“When they came on a trip to Maine shortly after I’d had my first breeding. Brigitte can’t use normal birth control and Conor and Mom were fucking, and so were Dad and Brigitte. She thought she’d stopped having sex soon enough not to get pregnant. Turns out my Dad was more potent than she thought.”

“It didn’t cause problems for them?”

“They’d agreed to have extramarital sex together, so there was no blaming each other for an accident. My Mom couldn’t have any more children after I was born. I guess there was damage. They decided they could raise the child together.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Why doesn’t Brigitte do more?”

“She can’t. Something else that’s a bit of a secret. Did you know Sean was adopted?”

“No, he never told me. I guess I should have guessed. He’s so much darker than either of his parents.”

“Part Native American,” I agreed. “Why did you and Sean break up?”

“You’re not going to believe this,” Lenore said. “You’re going to laugh.”

“Try me?”

“I thought he was a little too vanilla in the bedroom.”

She was right. I laughed. “Please explain,” I said. “I have to hear this.”

“Don’t get me wrong. The sex was good. I had an orgasm every time we had sex, even more than one, if I’m honest, but it was too predictable. He’d go down on me, he was good about that. Oral sex was not one of his failings, but then we’d migrate to the missionary position, where we finished up. And it was early to bed most nights, kind of like tonight, except not quite that early, so there’d be less night life than I wanted. And, he was frugal, saving up for that second boat he wanted. That went into the toilet, when the economy soured, but he didn’t want to spend the money anyway, in case he needed it. I understood, but it was the whole combination of things.”

“Did you talk to him about the sex?”

“Hell no. Would you want to tell someone they were a little boring in bed?”

“Can’t say I would, but look at you now. Nothing boring about the present, is there?”

“God, no. How did you break him out of the rut?”

“There wasn’t really a rut to get into. I was like seven months pregnant with my first surrogate baby when we met, so missionary was out of the question from the start. Having to maneuver around a pregnant belly takes some finagling. Then around our fourth date, I told him I wanted to keep having sex with a few women, and if he was okay with that, he could fuck them too, and I’d never say a word about it. About the fifth or sixth time I had sex with him was a threesome with Alicia. It was the first time I had sex with her too, so that was a pretty wild night. Kind of hard going to vanilla after that, because there’s very few good ways to do the missionary position with two women and make it work.”

“Okay, I can see why there wasn’t a rut. And you really don’t mind him having sex with me?”

“Less so this time than last time. You treated me pretty shitty on the whole. I like you more when you’re like this, having to give me at least ten orgasms before you can go to sleep. I just don’t feel there’s anything that can break Sean and me up, barring death, as long as we’re honest with each other, and continue to love each other, no matter what we do sexually with other people.”

“If he’d been like this when I was dating him, you’d never have gotten your claws into him.”

“That’s fair, but maybe if you’d said he was a boring bedmate, he would have fixed it, so I’m not too sorry for you.”

“That’s fair too. What sexually deviant trick are you going to show me now?”

“Do you know what tribbing is?”

“Nope.”

“Tribbing is what lesbians do when they’re tired of licking each other, or maybe having their period. It’s rubbing your genitals together, often called scissoring. It’s especially fun when you’ve got one end of one of these in you at the same time.” I showed her the double headed dong.

“That does look as if it could be fun. Let’s try it.”

We had another half dozen orgasms tribbing, and because it was a busy day of sex, we joined Sean in bed and went to sleep. To avoid disturbing him, Lenore and I snuggled with each other instead of Sean.