Mated to the Pack Ch. 05

Can I say that it was slightly weirder watching grandpa getting his knob polished by Brenda than when he was fucking as a wolf. This was more easily recognized as my grandfather in his human form. Watching his face nestled between those cheerleading thighs was kind of odd as well. When Conor mounted Brenda, watching his furry balls bouncing off grandpa's forehead was a whole new brand of twisted. I was still in awe of how casually wolves treated sex. It didn't seem to bother Gerhard a bit. My dad would be having a cow.

Conor orgasmed, and Brenda took another dose of wolf cum. He remained knotted for a short time, but didn't continue with a second mating. Trying to replace all of an alpha's sperm, being considered bad form in the wolf community. While Conor was still knotted, Gerhard climaxed in Brenda's mouth from her voracious sucking. She seemed better prepared this time, or perhaps his third orgasm didn't contain as much as the first two, so Brenda handled all of his outpouring.

Grandpa wouldn't lower himself to cleaning a beta prick, so I cleaned off Conor's cock after he shifted back to human.

Brenda seemed a little on the exhausted, limp side when her mating was over and Gerhard gently rolled her off him.

"Are you nervous anymore?" Gerhard asked.

"Not a bit," Brenda replied. "How did you know?"

"I could smell it."

No one bothered to dress after the sex. Mom, Dad and Brigitte had already finished before we did. Dad, Mom and Gerhard chatted more about my grandmother, Gerhard recalling all he could about her. He tried to describe her scent.

"Like the earth, flowers, sunshine, and her own intoxicating scent. I loved her smell. I was erect all the time around her. She wondered how I could be erect so often. It was her. I couldn't get enough of her. I could have fucked her a dozen times a day if she'd let me. I was insatiable around her."

"Anita seems insatiable around wolves," Dad said. "It's hard to pry her out of the bedroom ever since Jessica brought the wolves into our home. At first, it was just me. Now she wants a wolf in the bed every time we have sex. It doesn't matter if it's a bitch or male."

Mom whacked his arm. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Ask the other people living in the house?"

She looked at we three.

"Dad's right, Mom. You're a horny bitch," I said, "and an exhibitionist to boot. You don't even take it to the bedroom anymore. It's like, 'Give it to me now. I need it.' Every time I come into the house anymore, someone is plowing your pussy. If I didn't think it was so cute, I'd have said something to you."

Mom blushed and Gerhard laughed. "Your mother enjoyed sex as well, almost as much as a wolf does. She was always sneaking out of the house to get more."

Dad asked Gerhard how he wanted his steak for supper. "Rare and bloody like the other wolves?"

"Rare and bloody is fine," Gerhard said, smiling. "Thank you for loving my daughter, Simon."

"Loving her is easy," Dad said. "I wish I could have met her mother."

"Loving her was easy too," Gerhard said.

Brenda liked her steak medium, like I did. Baked potatoes and salad made up the balance of our supper, at least for the humans. Gerhard ate some of his baked potato by piling raw steak in it. They all ate some salad, as I guess even wolves needed some greens.

Before Gerhard left, he gave Brenda instructions.

"If you need baby sitting services for your breeding, Brenda, don't hesitate to ask for them. You can also bring your son to our compound for his care, but warn us ahead of time so we don't shift in front of him. Everyone will remain either wolf or human in front of him, and a wolf bitch in human form will look after him, including making sure he's fed and entertained."

"Thank you, Gerhard. I appreciate that."

"Whenever you feel like going out, give me a call and I'll send someone over. Until you're bred, don't fuck any humans without wearing a condom, especially while you're fertile. We can't have you getting pregnant with anyone other than a wolf, though you can still date humans if you wish. We can't get sick, but you can, including some diseases that may make you infertile, which is another reason to wear condoms with humans. You may feel free to fuck any werewolf without a condom, but only as a wolf while you're fertile. We can smell your fertility, so we normally wouldn't breed you as human anyway, but mistakes do occur, hence why my Anita was born," Gerhard said, waving to my mother.

"I understand."

"I look forward to my opportunity to breed you, Brenda. Thank you for your help." He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, making her blush.

Before he had a chance to leave, I stopped him.

"Grandfather, I need to get back home to Maine. We'll be leaving in a couple of days. I don't know if I'll have another chance to see you."

Gerhard pulled me into his arms and hugged me. "You've done more to attract some breeders for us than anyone in a long time, even without knowing you were a quarter werewolf. Thank you ever so much for your help, and helping me to find my daughter. If you ever need something from me, don't hesitate to ask. You'll always be welcomed to my pack. Don't be a stranger. You can even bring other wolves if you want."

"Thank you, sir. I apologize for calling you Grandpa Furry." He laughed. "My home is always open to you as well. I'd enjoy a visit. I'm sure we can arrange some prime wolf pussy for you."

Gerhard laughed again and hugged me some more, kissing my cheek. He took a medallion off of his neck and put it around mine.

"This medallion indicates you're a friend of the wolf. Most packs will honor the person who wears it. Be careful, granddaughter. You've friends in Wisconsin if you need them."

Grandfather left.

"Mom, Dad, we're going to go back to Maine the day after tomorrow. You can have Conor tonight, and both wolves tomorrow night. I'll invite Gretchen to spend one more night tomorrow."

"Thank you, Jessica. That's very sweet," Mom said.

"I get them all the time once I go home, so it doesn't feel like much of an imposition."

They took Conor to bed right off to get a start on the evenings sex, Brigitte and I chatted with Brenda a little longer. I made sure she still felt good about fucking a wolf, before she went home.

I called Gretchen and told her I was going back to Maine in a couple days and invited her to spend the night tomorrow, so I could see her once more before I left.

"Can I bring Ingrid with me?"

"Of course," I said. "We still haven't tried out a daisy chain." Gretchen laughed. "Is she any good in the sack?"

"Apparently, all wolves are good in the sack. Ingrid is no exception."

"Brenda is going to be bred as well. She tried fucking Conor and Gerhard today as wolves to see what it would be like. She liked the sixty-nine idea too, except it was a cock she was sucking on when she was filled."

"Mmm. Maybe before you come back to visit again, I can turn Brenda into a bisexual. Wouldn't it be nice if my former nemesis was licking my pussy. If she's fucked a wolf, licking pussy can't be far behind."

"It's still a cock, sweetheart, even if it's a wolf cock."

"I suppose, but if she just let Ingrid or Brigitte lick her, she'll open up to the idea pretty fast. They are just that good."

"Any wolf licking you is just that good. They have so much experience. Has your Mom or Dad said anything more about fucking Brigitte?"

"No. They're being pretty close mouthed about it. I could tell they liked it though. They're still whispering to each other about it, and I'm certain they're fucking twice as much as they used to."

"Have they tried out Ingrid yet?"

"Not yet, but I can tell they want to. I think because she's local, and not going back to Maine, they're more hesitant. She'll be a constant temptation, not just a temporary one."

"Good point. I'll see you tomorrow. Be good."

"You too."

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Because we were leaving tomorrow, Brigitte and Conor worked me out in the morning and the afternoon. I was using a steel knife again since I now had a silver blade and they thought I should stay in practice for using it. I spent an hour of each of their two hour sessions cutting wolves. There was a lot of blood, and I'm sure they were hurting from the number of times I stabbed them. They still pushed me. They made up for it by beating the snot out of me when I was without knives. I hurt like a bitch after the afternoon session.

Brigitte made up for it by giving me a bath, then a massage. She could have worked as a masseuse, she was just that good. The two oral orgasms she gave me after the massage didn't hurt any either.

Ingrid and Gretchen came for supper, and I kissed them both when they arrived and removed their clothes. We cooked pork chops instead of steak. Somebody was aroused, hell maybe we all were, because Conor had an erection, and Dad almost did. Ingrid was nearly as tall as Brigitte, and so fucking put together.

After we started in the pork chops, I asked Ingrid, "So tell me, did the big, bad wolf really blow down the pigs houses of straw and wood?"

"Why blow down a straw or wood house, when a match will do just as good, and cook your food at the same time," Ingrid answered, laughing. "As for the brick house; a good jack hammer will do the trick. No huffing, puffing, and blowing a house down for me, unless it's with a stick of dynamite."

"Nice to know," I laughed, "that wolves progress with the times."

Ingrid smiled.

"Do you think the story of Little Red Riding Hood is a human cautionary tale about sex with werewolves? That pre-treaty, you needed to be careful around wolves who wanted to breed with you, as opposed to just eating you? That the granny in bed was actually a man form in bed, and not the wolf until it shifted."

"That's an interesting idea, and I wouldn't be surprised. Pre-treaty, wolves would often rape human women if found alone. The rape would begin in human shape, with the shift coming before ejaculation. Males were more often bitten, because the males would often be armed and fighting. The women could be subdued."

"Not a very pleasant way to procreate for the women," I said.

"I know. It was condoned because it was necessary to continue our species, but getting bitten wasn't good either. It remained painful, inflamed and horrendously sore until your first shift, usually during the next full moon."

"I wonder if it's also the source of the changeling fables. Your child switched for another. It seems that if a mother bears a werewolf child, appearing at birth as a human child, and it matures at the age of seven or eight, and all of the other children are still children, it might make it seem her child was switched at birth by faeries or some such."

"I wouldn't be surprised about that either."

"Do the fae actually exist?"

"I can't say. I've never met anyone I knew was a fae, although I've scented people who didn't smell quite right, and I knew they weren't a shapeshifter. Perhaps they existed at one time, but their blood has been diluted by intermixing with humans."

"Finding out about werewolves, has completely changed my perspective on a lot of the old fables and fairy tales. Do you ever think the government will reveal that shapeshifters are real?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure it would be wise. Look how others, the different, are often vilified and treated now. If you can't accept that all humans are fundamentally the same despite the color of their skin, or where they were born; how do you accept werewolves? If you can't accept gay people, how do you accept shapeshifters who don't give a shit about sexual identity? We live longer, heal quicker, have no diseases; it's a recipe for fear. I could easily see people dissecting us to see if they can give themselves those traits without having to abandon their humanity. I could see something like that devolving to open warfare between shifters and humans."

"I think she's right," Gretchen said. "Look at how I was treated as a gay student. It's somewhat better now, but definitely not perfect, by any means. The comments may not be as nasty, but the looks still exist, especially if I'm with a girlfriend in public. It's like it's only okay to be lesbian, if it's behind closed doors, but don't let me put it in your face."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Personally, I think you're a revelation. Someone who not only accepts sex with wolves, but has helped others to see the possibility or benefit of it," Ingrid said.

"Well, it helped I was getting paid. Having wolf puppies seems better than being a prostitute. The sex is a hell of a lot better."

Ingrid laughed again.

That night, I had my first daisy chain, then we switched, and did it again. Sweet, I couldn't tell who was more delicious. They were both very tasty, and both of them knew their way around my pussy.

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