The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Yes, Master.”

“Even if you don’t get permission for a single orgasm, and I whip you?”

“Yes, Master.”

See what I mean? Unnecessary.

Quinn waited until Isabelle had an orgasm, then Quinn picked her up again, right side up this time, and lowered her onto his shaft, still hard. Agatha was clinging to his neck with her legs wrapped around Quinn’s waist as his cock disappeared inside of her body. She orgasmed once on the way down, a second time when she reached bottom, and a third time as Quinn started thrusting. Agatha started begging for it. Terry watched in amazement as Agatha became one of Quinn’s total sluts. After fucking her for fifteen minutes standing, he fucked her wolf style, and Terry relieved himself in Agatha’s mouth at the other end, then Quinn put her on her back with her legs bent almost double and long stroked her adulterous cunt.

Agatha’s orgasms were almost continuous. She babbled, pleading for Quinn’s cum.

“Not yet, Juicy. We’ve got a ways to go yet.”

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck my Master’s slave. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again, Master. This is incredible. Please give me permission to cum, sir, or I won’t be able to sit down for a week. Oh, God! Fuck mmmeeeee!” Agatha wailed.

I’m sure Terry felt a little of what all men felt when compared to Quinn. A little inadequate. How does one compete with a super masculine, brick shithouse, Sex God of a man, with a perpetual erection and the stamina of a horse. You don’t really. You just realize that there were people out there who could fuck much better than you could ever hope to, and know he couldn’t fuck everyone, every day, just like that, so you got the leftovers. I looked at Master. He smiled at me and shook his head, amazed to see Quinn doing it again to another woman. Thank God he realized that there was more to himself than the ability to fuck like a robot, and I appreciated everything else he brought to the table.

Agatha passed out momentarily from her fucking, awakening just before Quinn blasted his cum into her womb, crying out in pleasure.

Quinn pulled out and Agatha’s pussy was destroyed; puffy, red, gaping open, Quinn’s cum seeping out of it, plus her own juices.

“Her breeding would look a little like that,” Quinn said, stretching.

Terry looked at his wife, splayed out like a rag doll, then climbed over her and mounted her, quickly adding his own sperm to the mess.

Master said, “Clean up your sister’s pussy, Pet. Get on the bottom in a sixty-nine, so you can do a good job.”

Lenore gulped, then said, “Yes, Master.”

Quinn, Conor and Terry watched with surprise as Lenore licked her sister clean, giving her four more orgasms to add to the total she’d earned. By the time she finished, Terry had another erection and pounced on his wife, Lenore still underneath her, while the rest of us went to make something for lunch, using the leftovers from last night.

“How did you know Pet would do that?” Quinn asked Master.

“Jessica asked her last night.”

Quinn looked at me. “I wanted to know. It looked like she might, but who knows.”

“Did you ever do something similar, Pussycat?” Master asked.

“Mom and I sucked each other’s cum off Quinn’s cock, sir, and I’ve sucked Dad’s cum out of the wolves, but no, not like that. That’s as close as I’ve come.”

“Would you?” Master asked.

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“How did it make you feel when Pet did it?”

“I thought it was nasty and hot. I wasn’t offended by it. I might be more offended if there was a chance of pregnancy, like a father/daughter, or brother/sister, but I do have a dark, twisted part of me that’s aroused by it. It’s what made you bringing Lenore here so much fun for me, despite how she treated me. Fucking your ex-girlfriend and making me lick your cum out of her pussy. I did give you an A for that.”

“I can smell your arousal, Pussycat.” Quinn said.

“I know you can, wolf. Hell, I was aroused by you turning Agatha into your bitch in front of her husband.”

“So was I,” Master said. “Bend over the counter so I can fuck you.”

“Yes, Master.” I eagerly obeyed. I was glad to see he could last longer than Terry usually did. I climaxed five times, not a one with Master’s permission, but I knew they needed a demo dummy when they taught Terry to use the paddle and whip, so I wasn’t surprised. Angela, Alicia and Brigitte handled the nuking.

Lenore, Agatha and Terry eventually joined us, both Lenore and Agatha looking a little sheepish after their Menage a Sœur. Terry looked drained. We didn’t say anything to the sisters about what had happened, and eventually they started to relax a little, since we weren’t treating it as a big deal.

All the slaves got fed again, Master feeding me, Conor feeding Isabelle, and Quinn feeding Lenore, many more orgasms occurring and only Angela and Isabelle getting permission for them.

First thing after lunch, Quinn demonstrated the finer points of using a paddle on a slave’s bottom, using me as a demo. Terry practiced first on his sister-in-law, then his wife.

I didn’t cum during my paddling, not getting enough of them, since my punishment was being split between paddle and whip. Both Lenore and Agatha did, shamefully looking at each other as they orgasmed on Terry’s lap.

Then the new Dominant was trained to use a whip, and once again, I was used as a demo, even Lenore getting another crack at whipping me briefly under Master’s watchful eye. I did manage to cum during my whipping, with permission this time. As far as I could tell, Terry was picking up things nicely. All of the slaves got cuddled after their punishment, Terry learning about aftercare and how to take care of his slave to ensure she remained happy submitting to him. She looked pretty happy to me. I don’t know how many orgasms she’d had since stripping off her clothes last night, but I knew it was a lot.

The last thing we did before supper was give ourselves and Agatha enemas.

“Why are we doing this?” Agatha said, looking at the foul mixture coming out of her body.

“Because it’s a lot cleaner having anal sex after you’ve emptied your bowels,” Lenore said.

“So clean, in fact, that you’ll be able to suck your Master’s cock after he fucks your ass,” I said.

“No fucking way,” Agatha said.

“Way,” Lenore replied.

“You’ve done that?”

“Before you arrived yesterday, Master fucked us both in the ass, and I cleaned Miss Jessica’s ass after Master orgasmed in it.”

“And I sucked his cock clean while she did,” I said.

“And you’re not getting shit in your mouth?” Agatha asked.

“Not if you do it properly,” I said. “When we finish, we do a final rinse and you’ll see the water remains clear. You have a four to five hour window after doing this where you don’t have to worry about a shitty dick. After that, you might want to inspect a cock closely before you suck it, and use your safe word if it is. If told to clean a dirty cock, you can use a warm wash cloth to clean up, instead of your mouth. We’re not animals.”

“Not like a wolf,” Lenore said, laughing, knowing the secret.

While we’d been cleaning our bowels, Quinn had grilled some steaks. Master and Angela had made some vegetables for the humans. The wolves ate their steaks rare and bloody, while Master, Lenore and I enjoyed ours medium. Terry and Agatha had theirs medium well. Once again, we were fed, fondled, kissed, cuddled, and otherwise played with as we were fed, this time Master feeding Lenore, while Quinn fed me. I managed to avoid kissing him, but he trailed kisses down my neck, on my shoulders, on my breasts, and generally made me squirm in pleasure as he fed me. I popped off four times from his fingers exploring my depths, and my pussy was a wet mess and Quinn made me clean his fingers each time he pulled them out of me.

Supper over and everything clean and tidy, it was time to show Terry how to anally fuck his slut. Master used lube and also wet himself in my sloshy pussy, then eased his prick into my back door.

“It’s best not to do this while drunk, Terry. Self control is the key to anal sex. Slow and gentle. Ease your way inside, using lots of lubricant. Give her some time to adjust to the strange intrusion into her bowels. Feeling something inside of her, Juicy will be trying to squeeze it out. It’s the body’s natural reaction to having something inside of her. Gradually, she’ll relax slightly when it doesn’t vacate the premises, and you can shove a little more inside, still going slow. When you reach the bottom, hold still again. It’s not just width, but depth. Give Juicy time to become accustomed to the intrusion. At some point, she’ll start to move because it’s not as uncomfortable for her. When she moves, it means she’s ready for you to move, and you can start fucking her, still going slow to allow her sphincter to relax. Now you try.”

As Master explained, he’d been demonstrating. Not that I needed that much time anymore getting used to a prick in my pucker. It happened with sufficient frequency, I was used to it. Master could have started fucking me as soon as he bottomed out, but once again, I was a test dummy, so he could explain.

Juicy squealed beside me when Terry penetrated her ass with a live cock for the first time. Even given it was her first time, Terry wasn’t so big she couldn’t get used to it fairly quickly. Wait until Quinn claimed her ass. That took some getting used to. Terry waited until Juicy started to move and then he started fucking her.

“Damn, it’s so tight,” Terry moaned.

“Her muscles are trying to force you out like a big turd,” Quinn said. “Gradually, it loosens up because she’s fighting a losing battle, but the sphincter will cling tightly to your shaft regardless.

“Master, may I cum, please?” Juicy asked.

“Not yet,” Terry groaned.

She climaxed anyway within a half minute. Terry liked that too, because it caused more squeezing.