Mated to the Pack Ch. 16

"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."

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."

Nat and Daphne came down together followed by Patricia and Dawn. Patricia's hand was holding onto Dawn's ruff.

"I can't believe it," Patricia said. "This wolf watched me fuck all night long, and growled if she thought I was being hurt. She is such a good girl."

"Yes, she is. She should probably be let out," I said. Dawn yipped. "Yes, bathroom time."

"She won't run away, will she?"

"No," Quinn said. "She seems quite attached to you. She won't go anywhere."

Patricia let Dawn out. She stood by the door to let her back in. "I have never, ever, gotten fucked like that in my life. Every one of those fuckers could fuck. I thought younger guys had stamina, but these guys took my breath away."

"Not too much breath," I said. "We all heard you quite often, so you had plenty of breath to scream, 'Fuck, I'm cumming.' and other words to that effect."

Patricia blushed again. "I never had a reason to scream like that before." She opened the door and let Dawn in again, bending down to hug her neck. "Aren't you a good girl. Yes, you are."

Dawn yipped happily, tail wagging.

"Tell me the truth, Your Highness," I said. "When Daphne was licking your cunt as Nat fucked you, did you lick her a little in return?"

Patricia blushed once more. "Maybe."

"I think this is one of those times where maybe means yes," Quinn said. "Get up, slut and make room for a new rug muncher."

"It's not like I'll ever do it again," Patricia said, sitting down as Mom got up.

"Tell it to the judge," Gretchen said. "Admit it felt good to have a woman licking your vajayjay." She spread her legs, exposing her bald slit. "Taste mine. You don't even have to spit out any hair."

Patricia laughed. "I admit it your honor. A woman's tongue licking me felt wonderful, especially while her husband's big cock was splitting me wide open."

"There, that wasn't so hard was it," Gretchen said. "I'll lick your snatch any time you want. I thought you were a damn fine bitch in high school. Damn, those legs, that ass. You're a lesbian dream."

"A masculine one as well," Quinn said, fondling said body, making Patricia moan. "You want to fuck again?"

"I think my pussy has had enough for one day. I'll be back for more."

"We have to leave in three days," I said, "but Gerhard will know other people you can turn to for a dick fix. Guaranteed clean and hot to trot."

"If they fuck like these three, that breeding thing sounds better and better." Patricia got up from Quinn's lap. "I need to go. I didn't intend to spend the night, but I couldn't get enough. Will Dawn be here the next time I come over."

"Probably not, but you can ask Gerhard if he's got any others like her. Would you like a boy or a girl."

"Is there any difference in temperament?"

"Only a difference in genitals," I said. "I should warn you that wolves have a very keen sense of smell. If they scent that you're aroused, a boy will probably have an erection. He won't hump your leg or anything, but you will see his dangly bits. That's the only difference you'll notice. You might see him licking himself."

"Uh, okay."

"I'll see you out," I said.

We, Dawn and I, followed to where Patricia left her clothes, watched her get dressed. Before she left, I gave her a peck on the cheek and wished her well. Dawn licked her hand. As soon as her car left, Dawn shifted.

"She's still horny," Dawn said. "She wanted to fuck again, but she really did have to go. I heard her talking to her mother on the phone earlier. Her mother might be ill. That might be one of the reasons she's considering breeding; medical bills."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"Me too. She's a sweetie."

"Gerhard should know. It might help. He might want to adjust the payment system for her. Offer say $20,000 to Patricia, and offer to pay some medical bills if it's not outrageous."

"Good plan."

We went back to the other room. "Mom, Dad, I'd like to speak to you briefly. May I borrow your two sluts?" I asked Quinn.

"Sure," Quinn replied.

I took my parents to their bedroom.

"What's wrong, Jessica?" Mom asked.

"Nothing with me, but you've had some major changes in your life the last couple days. Mom, you seem to be accepting your submission pretty good. I don't know if I see that as a problem, unless it's a problem for Dad. Dad, is Mom's behavior in any way a concern for you?"

"I guess the enthusiasm with which she throws herself in fucking other people is kind of disheartening. She's never enjoyed sex with me that much. It's like I'm not man enough for her, and, you know, all of this gay stuff, just makes me feel worse. If I can't please my wife, maybe I should just be fucking men or something."

"Oh, no, Simon. You've always pleased me. Sex with you is wonderful. I've never been unhappy."

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy fucking all of those big cocked studs?"

"I would never tell you that, honey. But Jess is right, they've had so many years and so much sex to perfect their techniques, so they are good. I know Brigitte can suck you off much better than I can, and with her exercising and the constant shifting, I know her pussy is much tighter than mine. Mother Nature has a lot to do with that. We can't help being inferior. That doesn't mean I don't want sex with you, or that I'm giving up trying to compete with the wolves. It only means I want to get better. I want to exercise more, and tighten those pelvic floor muscles, and improve my cock sucking, so you still want me to do it, and not go to a younger, tighter, cock sucking wolf for your sexual pleasure.

"And no matter how much the physical may be different, there's a lot to be said about the emotional connection I feel for you. No big cock is going to change how much I love you. But, I have to be honest with you Simon, as much as I love the sex, I'm playing it up because Quinn asked me to, and maybe a little because I want to. I want you a little bit jealous, and maybe uneasy. The best sex you've ever given me is trying to compete with these brilliant fuckers. You never pound me as hard or as long, as after I've had sex with one of the wolves. You're trying to compete with them, and that makes you try harder.

"You've never licked me as well, or as tenderly as you do after I've been with a wolf. You never used to lick me after you climaxed in me. The fact that you not only do it after you, but after one of them, is magical, Simon. It's so tender, so precious to me. It really shows you love me, because I know you don't want to do it, but you do it anyway."

"Okay, but what do you mean that Quinn told you to play it up?"

"Quinn says it's very important to break down ego early in a submissive relationship. That the first few days of submission are crucial in the creation of Dominance for the Dominant, and submission for the submissive. It's why they feed us at meal times, and make us feel helpless, or feed us off the floor, so we know we're not good enough to sit at the table with them, and we depend on our Dominant for our food, sex, pleasure, and to get what we want, which is usually either sex, or at least the ability to orgasm, we'll seek to look to their needs so we get ours met.

"So, by my pretending to get more from their fucking, puts you down on a lower level, where you feel their superiority, and your own inferiority. You're less, therefore you should be serving them on some level, in some capacity, because they're superior to you. Almost everything that's done in the first few days is to establish their Dominance, and your submission; to establish that dynamic. It's psychological warfare, essentially."

"Mom's right, Dad. I read about some of this stuff, when I thought it might be fun to try it, but everything I read, says that those first few days or first week, is when the relationship is set. Even calling you a cuckold, is part of that process. You're not really a cuckold in the normal sense. You and Mom both choose to have sex with other people. Carl can't. Only Dani gets to have sex with someone else. Carl gets to watch, and that's all. If he's lucky, he gets to masturbate when he's watching. You're not locked in a cock cage. You wouldn't have accepted that degree of control. You're doing this for Mom, not because you want to. It's not your nature. I know you didn't want to suck dicks. That's okay. If you wanted to do it for Mom, that's a good enough reason as far as I'm concerned. People who love each other do things they sometimes don't like to please their partner, like go to the opera or a sporting event. Mom wanted to try out her wolf heritage on for size, and you're letting her. Good for you.

"When you start treating Dani as your submissive the day after tomorrow, you'll want to do a lot of the same things. Feed her, make everyone more important than she is, to establish that you're the boss and in charge, and she's the sub and must obey. You get to decide if she orgasms, not Dani. You get to decide if she has to suck off the entire house, or lick all the pussy, not Dani. Dani has done the same things to Carl, when she was first establishing his submissive cuckold relationship. In fact, she submitted to Quinn because she didn't think she could be the type of Mistress/hotwife that Carl wanted, because she cared for him too much, and felt she'd be too easy on him. So she put Quinn in charge, because Quinn doesn't love him. He just knows what to do. And when you fuck Dani, as you will as her Dominant, you'll make sure that you take movies of your fucking for her to send to Carl, so he gets what he wants out of the relationship."

"He really likes being in that inferior position?"

"Dad, he really does. When Carl first decided to be a cuckold, Dani told him that she would fuck all the groomsmen and best man, even his two brothers, before Carl got to fuck her on her wedding night. Dani reconsidered that decision. She thought that might be too cruel, exposing him as a cuckold to his whole family. She decided it should just be Quinn, her Master, and no one else. When she told Carl she changed her mind, and it would just be Quinn, he asked her not to change it. He wants her having sex with the male wedding party on her wedding night, including his two brothers. I somewhat understand it. Being treated as Quinn has treated me on this road trip, while embarrassing, or humiliating, is very arousing, My pussy is constantly leaking, I'm so turned on. So when he puts me on a leash, and takes me into a fancy restaurant, and makes me orgasm in front of everyone, it's like he's igniting a fire inside of me. I become so orgasmic when he fucks me after that.

"As good a lover as Quinn normally is, and I'll agree with Mom that he's the best I ever had, it's twice as good when I'm submissive, which is probably another reason Mom is so hot right now, because she's got it too, that submissive feeling. I'm guessing the sex with Quinn is twice as good as when he first fucked her in Maine. Not only is she submissive to him, which rings that bell, but he's learning about her and what turns her on, every time he fucks her. That's where the skill mostly is coming from, learning from all the people you ever had sex with, all the different things that turn them on and how to get their head into the sex.