Chapter 5

She heard him leave on his motorcycle before noon the next day. She was surprised when she cried herself back to sleep, and he woke her about four with a deep kiss. She twisted around and pulled him onto the bed, laughing giddily. "I had to get some things. I want to try to salvage something from my study." He had brought back a timer for the VTR, and several rolls of ultra high speed film for his 35 MM camera. As they giggled and wrestled on the bed, she saw tiredness in his eyes. "Take a nap, darling. Pheasant tonight." She rolled away from him, thinking about the evening meal.

For two months, they lived the life both seemed to have been destined for. His analysis of the pack's behavior blended the original pair's life with the interplay of Lupe with them both. He would bound along on their night's explorations, and Gene saw the "My kill is mine, your's is your's" behavior Merry had described. Between the two humans, they began generating ideas they could test by seeing how far they could violate some of Lupe's taboos. They quickly found out that he would not attack them, but would whine painfully, and neither could ever go so far as to completely offend his trusting nature.

Gene lived on Merry's schedule. The last thing he did each night was to change the tape being made of several key locations in the meadow, watching their friend Lupe be as ferocious as any wild wolf when with his parents. But he seemed to lack the urge to leave and set up his own family. They were sure it was because of his relationship with Merry.

The pack respected her marked territory, and when he began to mark as well, they respected that too. They found out that the rancher had posted the edge of the woods against hunting, and that had let the pack's natural prey flourish. They wrote him a note and paid him a courtesy call, explaining their efforts to study the ecology. He was a nice man with good intentions, and was happy that his actions had kept the wolves away from his herds. He and Merry talked about familiar problems with the ranch, and she surprised him with helpful suggestions based on her education and her memories of her father's experience.

They watched the tapes and found no surprises. But they were able on some nights to get excellent pictures of the male and female. The female was again pregnant. The male was very protective, and chased them for several miles one night when he smelled them stalking her. He also seemed to demand more of Lupe, and as the female approached term, Lupe came less and less for Merry. Strangely, both man and woman were disappointed.

Gene came back from his weekly trip to the post office one day with a worried look. "We're going to have a visitor. She's, um, an old friend of mine who wants to test the water around here. I can't tell the professor no. He's been kind to me." "What kind of woman is she, Gene, aside from a former girlfriend?" He blushed, as she giggled. Some of his inhibitions just wouldn't go away. "You spied on me making love, I'd like to watch you." "Christ, you're a randy bitch, aren't you."

The night before Laura Billings was to arrive, Merry decided to show him just how randy she could be. They had explored early, finding little activity in the meadow, as the female was due very soon. After their meal, they were in the stream. She rolled to him and grabbed his cock. Her tongue went in his ear, making little suctions, and she felt him get his mind off the pack. "There's a hole of mine you've never tried, darling. D'ya think ya'd like it." His jumping tool told her he would.

She splashed noisily out of the water, and plumped down on all fours. It was a very warm night, and neither felt the need to dry off. He grabbed her and flipped her over on her back, with her thighs on his shoulders as he knelt between her legs. He could see her whole bottom, and dived into the warm mass of hair and flesh. He nuzzled and growled, licking her clit, sticking his tongue deep in her tunnel, then slowly licking toward her butthole. She was babbling "That's good, stud. Oh that mouth is nice, so sexy.Mmmm." His tongue found the puckered rim, and began wetting it. He felt her hips start to twist in pleasure.

They were experienced with each other now, and could read the little involuntary movements which signalled enjoyment. He had found she could often have two or three orgasms while he had one, and they sometimes made love three times a night. She marveled at the sexual stamina she had developed. "It just seems I can cum and cum up here, Gene. I don't know what's come over me." They were both physically active almost continually, and were in peak condition, which gave them even more stamina. Her desire always triggered his, and they seemed to live in a loving, turned on frenzy.

This buggering was new, but he could almost predict her reactions. His thumb began diddling her clit as his mouth sought her anus, and she started her moaning rise toward fulfillment. His cock was erect with anticipation. She was creaming as he sucked at her bottom, and the odor made his cock even harder. His tongue buried in her ass, moving in and out as he tried to lubricate it. His thumb was still on her clitty, and he felt her begin a cum as he stroked both her holes. He could see her face grimacing with the approaching climax, and returned his lips to her cunt as she heaved wildly. She was always wild during their lovemaking, and groaned sexily. "I'm cumming already, Gene. Fuck me somewhere, hurry, please fuck my ass."

As he penetrated her tight rear end, hearing her squeal with pain and pleasure, he wondered if she was worried about Laura's visit. It would certainly interrupt their idyll, and he had a feeling it would be exciting for all of them. His rod began pushing in and out, and she was groaning throatily, her face showing both pleasure and a snarl of pain. He got a curious surge as she grimaced, but was losing himself in the tight rectum squeezing his needy prick.

She had replaced his thumb with two of her own fingers, and was pummeling her pussy as her face began registering a twisted frown of enjoyment. "It doesn't hurt anymore, its goood, gooood, oh here I come, come with me darling." He watched the sexy vision of her face starting its rapturous gasp of climax as his cock spurted without any control from him. She was so tight, and so erotic twisting in front of him, his own orgasm was especially thrilling. He was pummeling madly, as his spurts filled her bowels. Merry was squealing with her release.

As they both began to relax, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. "Oh lover, that was good. I never had it that way, but it was different. I could get used to that." She smiled seductively. "Laura may be different, but your little night creature is still gonna be here when she's gone. And I'm still gonna want that cock."

The woman who emerged from the small sportscar was as different from Merry and the new Gene as could be imagined. She had strawberry blonde hair that floated like cotton candy around her face. Her features were beautiful, with large eyes, a small, turned up nose, and a wide, sexy mouth. Perfumed and heavily made up, she had large breasts, and dressed to show them off blatantly. Today she was wearing an opaque blouse which hinted at her white skin, and she wore no bra. The round, full globes quivered as she walked toward them.

Her waist was tiny, and made her full hips seem broader than they really were. Her long legs, in tight jeans, took small, mincing steps, making her wiggle lasciviously. The overall effect was voluptuous and feminine. Gene remembered her passion in bed, and felt she might be able to handle the kind of life they were leading if she weren't rushed. Merry whispered "Some professor."

Laura had been excited when her letter had been answered with an invitation to stay at this house, looking forward to a place so rustic and woodsy. She had always regretted her short affair with Gene did not go further, and had hoped this visit might restart things with the handsome soldier. She had dressed to kill today, but as she approached the couple waiting outside the cabin door, she saw the change in him. Though he was not touching the girl, their body language, and his contented smile told her he was taken. As she tried to suppress her disappointment, she held out her hand to the gorgeous, wild looking woman.

"Hi, I'm Laura. You must be Merry." "Hello, Laura." She turned to Gene, and kissed him briefly on the cheek. "How are you, soldier?" He grinned, and answered with a hoarse rasp, "You wouldn't believe it, Laura." She stepped back, and glanced at Merry. "Yes I would. The change is obvious, and the reason is too." She found herself staring at the girl, and her stomach tensed with excitement. There was a hint of primitive feeling that surrounded the two, both dressed very simply in shorts and tee shirts. Their sexual nature was obvious.

Laura had always enjoyed indulging her erotic inclinations. She was tenured, so gossip represented no threat to her career, and her research was high quality and cutting edge. Her beauty allowed her to pick and choose partners, which she did with frequency and daring. As a result, she had a sixth sense about people's attraction to her, and she was feeling that this couple was interested. The situation promised very different experiences, and the tingling in her stomach spread. She wasn't seducing either; they were seducing her. It was awfully stimulating.

She held the girl's eyes. "This is the perfect place for testing stream recovery phenomena, Merry. I'm afraid there aren't many near the University anymore." She looked up at the house, fitting this natural spot so well, and remarked "Your home is neat. I'm really looking forward to being here." "Come look around, Laura, and Gene will get your bags." As she took Laura's hand, a spark seemed to pass between them.

The letter had asked her to arrive late in the afternoon, and a deer loin was roasting on a spit to the right of the door. As they walked around, Laura kept staring at the fantastically well developed figure leading her. Merry seemed to be in terrific shape, and her movements were lithe and tawny. "Can I ask why you wanted me to come late." Merry turned and smiled. "We've gotten in the habit of staying awake most of the night. You don't have to." The room they were standing in had a convertible couch already made into a bed. "Gene and I sleep right next to you, but we don't make any noise. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Change if you want, and come down for a beer."

Laura decided to change to a halter and shorts, enjoying the clean air of the mountains. She took off the heeled boots she had worn for the trip, and slipped a pair of sandals on. Her full, lush body showed to advantage in the outfit. She felt disappointed that Gene was not going to be available, but still felt a tingle of excitement as she returned to the living room.

The conversation that night centered around her research into water recovery from pollution shocks, and Gene's study of wolves. Laura knew enough about the subject to be amazed at some of his ideas, but he assured her he was documenting them carefully. The change in his whole demeanor was amazing. He was so relaxed and direct. He had been an angry, difficult person when she had known him, and often scared her with his temper. The girl was equally straightforward, and seemed totally at ease. An aura of relaxed naturalness suffused the evening.

They ate a truly amazing dinner outside, facing the setting sun, and she felt very comfortable. The trip had tired her, so she went up to bed not long after a berry shortcake that would require some exercise to work off. As she drifted off to sleep, it was with a surprising sense of well being for a new place.

She jumped awake several hours later, though she wasn't sure of the time. The moon was shining in through the window. She had forgotten to pull the drapes. Wearing only her short nightie, she walked to the sliding doors, and heard movement outside. She slid open the glass, and stepped onto the porch outside. The air felt wonderful on her skin. Going to the edge, she looked down to see Gene and Merry looking up at her.

Merry was completely nude, and her hair was released from the clasp that she had been wearing. Gene had on a jock strap. Blood was dripping from one of the the two rabbits hanging from the limb of a nearby tree. Both had some on their bodies. Laura's mind whirled. "Did we wake you, Laura?" asked the girl. "Uh, no, I don't think so." The two women's eyes were locked, and the blonde felt an invitation in the look. Obviously, they had gone hunting. "We're going down to the stream. Come if you want."

The two turned and walked toward the far edge of the woods. Gene tossed the jock strap on the porch of the living room as they passed it. When they reached the edge, they turned and watched Laura, who's stomach was jingling with surprise. The implications of what they were doing were both unusual and sexy. Those two gorgeous people running around hunting in these forests naked, she thought. She found it a sensual idea.

Merry watched the blonde, wondering what she would do. They had talked about trying to ease her into their natural ways gradually, but hadn't counted on waking her up. The attraction she had felt between them had been a surprise, one she hoped might now go further. Laura turned and went into the study. Gene whispered "Let's wait a moment. I saw the look on her face."

Just then, the front door opened, and the lush body appeared in the moonlight. Naked, Laura was a vision of soft sensuality. Her full breasts hardly sagged, and large pale nipples pushed up saucily. Her skin was startlingly white, and the slim waist emphasized her full hips. Her long legs moved with those small, mincing steps, erotically swinging her body. There was no muscle to interrupt the impression of voluptuous eroticism as she walked toward them. Her cuntal mound had a small patch of wispy red hair. She stopped in front of them.

Merry followed her instinct. She stepped forward and pressed herself to Laura, kissing her gently. She tasted sweet, and perfume lingered in the reddish blonde hair. Her softness seemed to welcome the caress of their pillowing tits, and the almost hairless pussy pushed at the furry black mound so near. The intensity of their kiss increased as they opened their mouths, and tongues swirled and dueled. Merry pulled her face back, staring greedily at the captivated visitor. "Lets go down to the stream" she whispered.

The blonde walked between the two lean lovers, and the three wrapped arms around each other as their bodies rubbed. Laura realized she was drifting into their seduction, without control of herself. All she felt was wonderful anticipation. She heard Gene whisper "She's into it, Merry. We didn't have to worry." The answer was accompanied by a hand cupping the full breast of the opulent newcomer. "I can see that, darling." They had hardly kissed or touched, but the blonde's pussy was creaming.

They all waded into the running water, and Laura gasped at its cold. "Let it caress you, it'll turn you on" whispered Gene. As they lay down, feeling her whole body crying at the sting of the cold, she felt the funny sort of stimulation he meant. She closed her eyes and groaned with part pleasure, part pain. They were all rolling against each other, and she felt hands on her body, at her cunt, on her breasts. One of hers found Merry's hairy pussy, marveling at the fat labia covered with fur. She could feel Gene's cock on her leg. She gave herself to the powerful sensuality of the moment. Time passed as they lolled together, until Laura groaned "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

They rose from the water, and the warm night air felt fantastic on her wet skin. The voluptuous blonde walked ahead of them to the forest floor and lay down, one knee raised, with her arms above her head. She was offering herself to them. There was a look of fierce desire on her new lovers faces', and she felt her own want rising. The girl knelt between her legs, pushing them apart with her hands. The mane of wet hair fell over one shoulder as her mouth surrounded Laura's pink bottom. She felt the tongue sink into her tunnel, as suction pulled her clit up. Then it was being tickled, and her full hips began squirming. Gene was kneeling beside her head, and she reached for his semi hard prick. Pulling it toward her mouth, she opened her lips to the head. It sunk further in, as she sucked hungrily, and groaned as the jolts in her pussy began radiating into her whole body.