The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“You could have a female come by during the day on occasion,” Ingrid said. “That wouldn’t be suspicious.”

“I’ll mention it to Martin.”

“Have you had sex with the wolves since Conor?”

“Once. It scares me though. The sex with them is so good, I feel like I’m cheating on Martin, even when I’m not. It seems like too much. I think we’ll just stick with the wolves for breeding. How are you doing, Gretchen?”

“Peachy keen. I’ll be glad to quit carrying around the extra load. Although I might like to have a child at some point, carrying a baby for someone else is a bit of a pain.”

“I suppose. I’m so looking forward to having a little one. I’ve wanted this baby for years. I’m eager to deliver just to be able to sing lullabies, change diapers, feed it, swaddle it and all the other things a mother does. Teach her to talk and walk, and hear her laugh.”

“You’re having a girl then?” I asked.

“Yes, don’t you know?” Melanie asked.

“No. It seems like personalizing a baby I’m giving away, is just asking for more heartache. I want to think of it as an it, so I don’t get too attached.”

“I feel the same way,” Gretchen said. “I haven’t had an ultrasound either. I mean, they’ve checked the baby’s development, but I told them I didn’t want to know the sex.”

“You’re still planning on having one for the pack, aren’t you?” I asked

“Oh, yes, If we want more children, the pack needs theirs.”

“You remember Patty? She’s thinking of surrogacy too. She doesn’t know about the wolf part yet. She didn’t like dogs in high school, so fucking a wolf might be a problem, but they’ve got a bitch hanging around, so she can get used to having a furry creature around. It might be weeks, or even months before she can be told.”

“She was getting married, wasn’t she? Is her husband infertile?”

“The engagement was broken off. His parents threatened to cut him off from his inheritance if he married a black girl.”

“That’s too bad. She was head over heels for him.”

“Yeah, turns out he was a wishy-washy pushover, enslaved to his parents. Have you talked to or seen Brenda much?”

“I’ve talked to her a few times. She seems deliriously happy. She has some assistance with Junior, goes on nice dates a couple times a week, gets lots of sex. Her life seems vastly improved from what it was.”

“Good. I’m glad things are working out for her. I don’t imagine you’ve talked to her much, Gretchen?”

“Just to say Hi in passing. I think she’s trying to be friendly, to make up for how fucking nasty she was in high school, but I can’t get past that overnight.”

“We wanted to drop in and say Hi, see how you were doing, but I need to get back home,” I said. “Say hi to Martin for us.”

“I will. Say hi to Conor for us.”

“No problem.”

******

When we got home, Quinn was long stroking Mom, bent over the dining room table, and Brigitte was cornholing Dad, bent over the selfsame table, facing each other, holding each other’s hands. Both were grunting with the strength and intensity of the thrusts of their fuckers.

“What time did Patricia leave?” I asked. I was shedding my clothes, as was Gretchen.

“She didn’t,” Quinn said, making Mom squeal as she climaxed again over his cock. “She’s still upstairs, getting fucked by Nat again, while Daphne licks her quim. Gerhard left around two with Janet.”

Sure enough, I could hear her talking over the sounds of my parents fucking if I stopped to listen.

“How did the two new sluts do last night?” I asked. “Did they both graduate with flying colors?”

“Anyone entering their bed from now on, will be getting anything they want,” Brigitte said.

“Gretchen’s parents asked after you, Brigitte.”

“That’s nice. Do they want a repeat?”

“Actually, it sounds like they want two or three dicks in their bed,” Gretchen said. “Jessica is corrupting them something awful.”

“If we’re still here, I’ll ask you to be one of her fucker’s, Quinn. If we’re not, Gerhard can handle the details. I told them that Brigitte’s baby is yours, Dad, after first teasing them that it was James.”

Grunt. “Why would you,” Grunt. “Tell them that?” Grunt. “Mistress may I cum?”

“Not until a mouth is wrapped around your cock, cuckold. You don’t want to spill your cum all over the dining room floor.”

“I told them because if they’re asking for one or two new dicks in their bed, they don’t seem like they’d be gossiping about your extra-marital activities.”

“Okay, I see that. I really need to cum, Mistress. Please.”

“Quinn take over,” Brigitte said.

Quinn pulled out of Mom, walked around the table and slid his cock into Dad’s ass when Brigitte pulled out.

Brigitte crawled under the table. She said, “You can cum one minute after I wrap my lips around your cock, and not one second more, or you’ll be punished.”

Dad had been well stretched by Brigitte’s fucking, so Quinn didn’t have any problem taking over where she left off, despite his increased thickness over her strap-on.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it, Mistress, I’m so fucking close.”

Dad strained to hold back, but the two sources of stimuli were too much. He gasped and his hips kept flexing forward into Brigitte’s mouth, surrendering his seed. Quinn kept fucking until he pulsed a load into Daddy’s ass.

He moved back around the table and told Mom to clean off his cock. She did, straight from Dad’s ass.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Gretchen said.

“Don’t. They both got cleaned out this morning, Brigitte showed them how to do it. It’s the only time I’ll do it.”

“You do that too?”

“If my bottom is clean, not if it isn’t.”

“Is that why you told my parents to take enemas before anal sex?”

“On the whole, it’s just cleaner. They don’t have to lick or suck each other afterward, but it’s much nicer, take my word for it. You don’t have to wash up before going to sleep.”

Brigitte crawled out from under the table, licking her lips. “Why do I love protein so much? Assume the position, cuckold.”

Dad braced himself against the table and Brigitte licked his butt to clean Quinn’s cream up, before laying twenty hard smacks on his ass. Then she sat down in a chair and pulled Dad into her lap and cuddled him, kissing him with both men’s cum in her mouth. I didn’t see Dad having any problem with anyone in his bed anymore. Quinn picked Mom up and carried her into the living room and cuddled with her in a big easy chair. He had no problem kissing her either, even knowing where her mouth had been.

Dani, Randa and Simone were playing three handed cribbage on the floor near the fireplace.

“Did you have a good time?” Simone asked.

“Jessica made me squirt,” Gretchen said. “First time I ever did that, so yeah, I’d say a very good time.”

“How did she make you squirt,” Quinn asked.

“Pretended she was my Mistress and wouldn’t let me cum without her permission, then she didn’t give it to me. Spanked my ass twenty-times too, for cumming without permission.”

“Twenty-one,” I reminded her. “You forgot to call me Mistress.”

“Yeah, but that first one was a love tap, I don’t think it really qualified as a legitimate swat. I’ve been kissed harder than that.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

I laughed. “You’re right. It was an illegitimate swat. I can have Quinn give you the other. He’s better at it than me.”

“Just one,” she said, standing up. “I want to see what a Quinn swat feels like.”

Gretchen walked to his chair and bent over in front of him, crosswise.

“You need to brace yourself better, I don’t want you falling on your baby.”

Gretchen grabbed his chair arm. “Like this.”

“That works.”

The swing looked lazy, but it wasn’t. There was power in the stroke and it hit her ass with a solid thwack. She shook with the shock.

“Ow! Motherfucker, that hurt. You don’t hit Jessica that hard, do you?”

“That was about twenty percent harder, because it was only one. I adjust based upon the number you’re getting. Mostly I tell from the color of your ass if I need to hit harder or softer. It’s an educated guess based upon years of doing this.”

“Was Adriana your submissive slut?” I asked. “Is that why you have all the equipment in your house?”

“Yes, she was.”

“Is that part of the reason you wanted to put your collar on me?”

“It is.”

“Who’s Adriana?” Mom asked.

I told her the story of Adriana, her death at the hands of a werebear and how Brigitte’s mate’s cowardice played a part in her death, and how Quinn’s scar was the result of a silver knife wielded by Phillipe during their fight.

“I’m so sorry, Master,” Mom said. She reached up and brushed the scar along his jaw, then kissed it.

“I was a mess for quite a few years. It’s your daughter who’s starting to put things aright. Did she tell you how I was planning to revenge fuck a baby into Brigitte and how she held a sliver knife to my throat to get me to lay off?”

“She never did, sir.”

“She’s quite the girl. I think that’s when I first started to love her. To think a human would be doing that to me for the way I treated a wolf.”

“Coming down,” Nat called down. “Hope you’re all decent?”

“As decent as we ever get around here,” Quinn said. Then softly, “Hush, that was a warning about Patricia.”