The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Agatha looked at Master’s appendage, at least an inch longer and fifty percent fatter than her husband’s. It looked like it was the first time she’d ever seen a cock as large as his. Wait until she got a peek at Quinn’s tomorrow. She looked like she wanted to shove it into her pussy, instead of her mouth. Terry looked a little wide eyed himself, his wife about to engage in an extramarital blow job; for the first time if their reactions were any indication.

“The principles are the same, Slut” Lenore said. “You do everything the same as you just learned. If your Master is kind, you’ll learn to suck cocks even larger than my Master’s.”

Terry watched in morbid curiosity as Agatha’s mouth descended over Master’s cock. She slowly and painfully worked it down her throat, leaving a much larger bulge in her throat than the one Terry had left. Agatha gradually got used to the larger size and it became easier and easier for her to accept his bigger dick. After five minutes, there was no apparent delay when Master’s cock passed the threshold from her mouth to her throat, she was taking it so much easier.

Terry’s cock stirred as he watched his wife suck off my Master. Soon, it had a nail hard rigidity, almost painful looking, the head a reddish purple. Master had more control of his orgasms and Agatha continued to bob up and down over his lap. Lenore whispered in Terry’s ear, and he smiled and got up. He knelt behind Agatha, ordering her to not stop, but to spread her legs, and as soon as she complied, sank his cock into the hot, molten stew that was Agatha’s pussy. She orgasmed, especially having the plug already in her ass, a taste of the double penetrations to come.

“Five swats, slut,” Terry said. “Don’t stop sucking.”

“Cup your hand under my Master’s ball sack,” Lenore said. “If you lose a drop of his cum, I’ll spank you myself. If you need permission to cum, use your other hand to pat my Master’s thigh twice. That will be the signal you need permission to cum. It will be up to your Master to give it.”

Agatha immediately patted Master’s leg twice, even before she cupped his balls, already desperate to cum again. She got Terry’s permission and had a monstrous orgasm, losing focus on her sucking, for which Lenore smacked her ass hard.

“Keep sucking. Your job is to suck my Master. It doesn’t matter what’s happening in your slutty cunt. Your job is to suck a cock, so suck.”

Every time Agatha orgasmed, she needed a hard smack to the ass to remind her to keep sucking.

“My Master is about to cum, Slut. Do you feel his balls contracting, getting tighter,” Lenore said. “Swallow his seed, bitch. Don’t lose a drop or I’ll whip your cunt.”

Lenore was getting Domme again. I didn’t care if she did it to her sister, but she’d better be careful trying to top me. I wouldn’t put up with it again, and Master better not. It seemed both men climaxed at almost the same time, and Agatha went into a delightful paroxysm as she felt their baby batter inundate both of her fuck holes at the same time. Yet somehow, she managed not to lose a drop of Master’s cum, swallowing desperately to protect her cunt from Lenore’s threatened whip.

“Oh, fuck!” Terry groaned as he lost it. “You adulterous, cum sucking, bitch. Fuck. I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

Naturally, Agatha had to clean her Master’s cock. Thankfully, Alicia, got to clean Agatha’s pussy. By this time, it was late, and Terry was told to take Agatha to bed along with Alicia, and she needed to practice sucking cocks and licking pussy two more times before her training began again in the morning. Alicia took them to her room.

As soon as they were gone, Master said to Lenore, “You were letting your Domme out again.”

“I’m sorry, Master. Should I not help train my sister?”

“No, training your sister is fine. If you use it on Jessica, you won’t like the result.”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“Thank you, Master,” I said. “Pet, do you think Agatha will end up breeding for the pack?”

“I think if Terry lets Agatha fuck other men, and we’ll see what he does with Quinn here tomorrow, it’s possible. It’s not like they can’t use the money. I understand there’s a difference between fucking and breeding, but if Terry can fuck the bodyguard when she’s knocked up, why not?”

“Pet, if Master told you to, would you lick Agatha’s pussy?” I asked, wanting to know how perverse Lenore might be.

“I thought about cleaning Terry’s mess up after his orgasm.” She looked at Master. “If you’d have ordered me to do it, I probably would have, sir.”

“Even though it’s incest?” Master asked.

“I think so, sir.”

“Interesting. I wonder if Agatha feels the same way.”

That was the thought percolating in our minds as we went to bed that night after Master lined us up side by side, and fucked us one last time. He climaxed in Lenore, and I didn’t mind cleaning up the mess myself, even imagining I was Agatha, licking her sister. God, was I twisted sometimes.

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It was raining in the morning, so we used the gym to exercise. Agatha was getting morning cock sucking practice on Terry, but Alicia was exercising with us. We showered after exercising, getting clean for the day’s activities. No one bothered putting clothes on after our shower. For breakfast, Master put our food on the floor, demonstrating another way for Terry to exercise Dominance and enforce submission during a meal, so all three of us were crouched on the floor, eating our food without utensils. Agatha got a larger plug put in this morning, stretching her ass some more, for the anal sex to come.

Quinn showed up at nine, with Conor and Isabelle. Isabelle was pregnant with her second puppy, about five months along. I greeted her with a warm kiss. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding. The three of them immediately stripped off, seeing the lay of the land. Agatha’s eyes popped seeing the two lupine cocks, even bigger than Master’s dick.

“Is this the new bitch?” Quinn asked.

“Yes, sir.” Lenore said. “This is my sister, Agatha, and her husband and new Master, Terry Taylor.”

“Stand up, Slut. Let’s take a look at you, see what we’re working with.”

Agatha waited until Terry told her it was okay, before she stood. Learning.

“May I touch her, Terry?” Quinn asked, already starting to get hard from the arousal floating in the air. Agatha’s eyes widened even more. Quinn’s cock seemed to do that to most women.

“Go ahead,” Terry said.

Quinn’s fingers invaded almost every hole on her body, except her ass, already stuffed. She orgasmed as soon as Quinn shoved two fingers in her pussy, earning five swats. Quinn licked her juices off his fingers, then shoved them back into her, and fed her own juices to her. She managed not to cum the second time, though she was close.

“Very nice. Looks a lot like Lenore. Prime pussy. Excellent slave meat,” Quinn said. “It will be fun training the both of you.” He tossed Terry a collar he’d brought with him. “Exchange your belt for this. Don’t forget to have it personalized. Has she got a slave name yet?”

“Not yet. What would you recommend?” Terry asked, removing his belt and locking the collar on his wife.

“Well, Pet and Pussycat seem to be taken at the moment,” Quinn said. “You could go with Slut, Whore, or even Cunt. Or possibly Tart, Trollop, Tramp, Skank, or Slag, which are all synonyms for a Slut. Maybe Juicy, because she’s certainly a juicy treat.”

“I like Juicy,” Terry said.

“Juicy it is. How’s her cock sucking skills?”

“She got all of Sean’s dick down,” Lenore said.

“Not bad,” Quinn said. “Are you ready to practice on some real cocks, Juicy?”

Sean laughed, and Quinn smiled at him.

“With my Master’s permission,” Juicy said, looking at Terry, silently pleading to touch the two larger cocks.

Connor was the next largest after my Master, so Agatha started with him. It took her over fifteen minutes of start, stop, start again, before she worked all of Conor’s dick down her throat. Once she got a good rhythm going, Terry plugged her pussy again, but he didn’t last that long, watching her suck Conor’s schlong, not even long enough for her to orgasm. Conor lasted a good long time.

Lenore warned Agatha that Conor climaxed a big load of cum, and to be prepared to gulp all of his creamy load down, or she’d be punished. When he did cum, it seemed like she was gulping for over a minute to swallow it all.

It was Quinn’s turn next. Agatha tried for twenty minutes to take all of his cock down her throat and couldn’t manage it. Seeing that Terry was erect again, watching Agatha choke on Quinn’s log, Quinn told Isabelle to relieve him. When Isabelle’s lips were wrapped around Terry’s cock. Quinn picked Agatha up, flipped her upside down and held her, slowly lowering her body up and down while he dined on her pussy. With the orgasms provided by his licking, (unpermitted), the better angle, and pile driving Agatha down onto his cock, she managed to take all of Quinn’s pole, much to Terry’s amazement and his arousal. He quickly climaxed a second time in Isabelle’s mouth. Agatha looked wrung out from the experience of taking Quinn’s cock, panting hard after she swallowed all she could, though she lost a lot from being upside down. When Quinn set her down, he made her clean up his balls and shaft.

“Now, lick Isabelle’s pussy to thank her for taking care of your Master,” Quinn said, “then we’ll get started on teaching Terry how to paddle and whip you, Juicy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Agatha licked the pregnant woman. Terry asked, “Is that your baby, Isabelle is carrying?”

“Possibly, although there’s a chance she’s carrying fifteen other bloke’s as well. Sixteen males got a chance to breed her for their infertile wives. Are you going to let Juicy carry a child for others?”

“I’m thinking on it.”

“It’s a big step, letting your wife breed for others. If you want to see what that might look like. I’d be happy to fuck her for you.”

I swear, Agatha nearly orgasmed licking Isabelle’s twat, when she heard that. She moaned and her ass wagged back and forth as if she couldn’t wait to feel something fill it.

“Do you want to fuck Quinn, Juicy?” Terry asked. An unnecessary question if you asked me.