Mated to the Pack Ch. 20

"Simone, why don't you take the new slut upstairs to check out her pussy licking prowess? We'll send Sasha up there after we've had a discussion down here," I said.

Simone was no dummy. She knew what needed to be discussed. "Come along, slut. Show me what you've got."

When they were upstairs in one of the bedrooms, I asked, "Are you going to become a breeder for the pack?"

"Yes, Miss Jessica. Simone showed me what sex with a wolf would look like with Nat, and I decided to sign a four puppy contract."

"Thank you, Isabelle," Sasha said. "I'm co-Alpha of the New England pack, and I want to thank you personally for your assistance."

"You're welcome, Mistress Sasha."

"Quinn," Sasha said, "I also wanted to personally thank you for finding my son for me. It was unexpected, and welcomed. Would you like to know what your reward will be?"

"I don't need a reward, Sasha. I did it at Jessica's request."

"Nevertheless, you will receive one. You may choose any of the female breeders and become the exclusive sire of their next puppy. Not even Rene will breed her."

Quinn looked at me. I smiled and nodded.

"I'll choose Jessica, Sasha, with all the gratitude I can muster."

She smiled at him. "A good choice, wolf. I approve."

"Thank you, my lady." Quinn bowed deeply. "I apologize for all of the negative thoughts I ever held for you and your mate, Sasha. I was a fool."

"But a wise fool, who learned from his mistakes. Not everyone does." She stroked Quinn's face, almost a caress. "Let's see how good the bitch upstairs is, but in a half hour, send this one up. I'd like to try her as well." She patted Isabelle on the head.

"I obey, my lady."

Sasha went upstairs, following the sounds of the sex. I couldn't leap into Quinn's arms anymore, but that's what I wanted to do. I did stretch up for a kiss though, and he made sure it was a thorough one, worthy of him.

Quinn had Isabelle suck him off, then he fucked her while she licked me.

After Sasha spent an hour with both Angela and Isabelle licking her, she left, Quinn leaving at the same time, taking Isabelle with him. I suspected that Matt would be getting a treat tonight, a lovely chocolate treat.

Despite having spent an afternoon with a wonderful young man, I tossed and turned for the first hour after I retired, thinking of Isabelle in submission to Quinn, sucking his cock, getting fucked. Why couldn't I dream of Sean instead of my big wolf? At least, I'd be able to give him my second puppy, all alone. That was nice. I finally fell asleep with dreams of him fucking a puppy into me.

******

By Friday, Angela was told about wolves and their desire for a wolf to breed her. She didn't have as many qualms or questions about it as Isabelle had, readily agreeing to four puppies without even witnessing a wolf breeding first. She was the first human I knew of, to agree to do so. Realizing that all of us were already pregnant with puppies and were giving the pack more, was all the convincing she needed that she could fuck a wolf. Nevertheless, before she actually signed the paperwork, Quinn mounted Isabelle as a wolf to show her. It was Isabelle's first wolf fucking, although she wasn't fertile, so nothing would come of it. Isabelle enjoyed it, so knew what she was getting herself into when she became fertile.

Quinn said Isabelle was turning into a delightful, submissive slut. He'd already started her training to be his liaison to the government, waiting for her work visa to come through. The feds accepted her as a liaison because she knew about wolves as a breeder already. She was working out with Matt and Quinn, learning self defense. She'd thrown out her birth control pills, and was waiting to become fertile. Probably not her next ovulation, but the one after that.

We made plans for Sunday, when Sean was coming over. I bought some Killian's Red, because I knew he drank red beer. I didn't want Carl there, because he'd seen me fuck all the other parties at one point or another, plus fucked me himself. I didn't want Sean knowing I was a wolf slut, and I didn't know if Carl could keep quiet about it, so used to his own cuckolding by wolves, without knowing the reason why. I could trust everyone else, because they could keep the wolves' secret. Even the two submissive sluts were going to be dressed, though still collared, because I asked them to be.

I really had to wonder how much I could include Sean in my regular life without him finding out about me. I decided that except on rare occasions, I would go to Portland to see him, instead of bringing him to my house. Fortunately, it seemed he was pretty busy most of the time, so wouldn't think it was that odd I wasn't inviting him to Bath that often.

The day arrived and even Sasha and Rene were there. Quinn was grilling, and his slut was slutty, but still covered, as was Angela, though both wore their collars. Five of us were hugely pregnant, and I imagined it might look like a Lamaze class to the uninitiated with so many women waddling around. I'd discussed how I was going to introduce Conor and Brigitte. Long time lovers wasn't going to get on Sean's good side. I could no longer introduce them as the infertile couple I was helping, as Brigitte was clearly with child. Roommates didn't seem quite appropriate either. I thought I could get away with introducing her as another breeder, and Conor as my bodyguard.

I wasn't sure how exactly to introduce Sean either. He wasn't my boyfriend yet, though I was hoping it might go in that direction. Future boyfriend maybe, or hoped for boyfriend. I was still pondering the question when he arrived. I gave him a brief hug at the door, then invited him in.

"Sean, you've met Sasha, this is her husband, Rene." Sean shook Rene's hand, and bowed over Sasha's hand, kissing it. "You've also met Quinn. He's out grilling meat at the moment, but this delightful little creature is his submissive, Isabelle." Sean was shaking hands with all the men, and kissing the hands of the women. Very courtly. "This is my friend, Brigitte, also pregnant, and her submissive, Angela, and our bodyguard, Conor. He was with us at the pier when I first met you, but didn't come down. This is Randa and her two bodyguards, Liam and Ryan. Isabelle's sister, Simone, and her bodyguards, Nathaniel, or Nat, for short, and his wife, Daphne. This is Dani, with her two bodyguards, Tony and Lisette. She's the one getting married in six weeks. Her fiancé won't be joining us today.

Everyone, this is Sean Hagerty. I just went on my first date with him, and hope to have a few more. He has his own charter boat service in Portland. I should also mention that Isabelle and Angela are also agreeing to provide offspring to infertile couples. They've just gone off birth control so they will become fertile in the near future."

"I didn't realize there were so many infertile people in Maine," Sean said. "Is there some kind of chemical spill or nuclear power accident I'm unaware of?"

"Nothing like that," Rene said. "More a genetic defect with unintended consequences. All perfectly heathy, but can't procreate normally. There are scientists looking into the issue, but for now, it's convenient using surrogate mothers to overcome the problem."

"That's too bad. You all certainly look healthy. I don't think I've ever seen a better looking gathering of people before. I feel like an ugly duckling."

"That's nonsense, Sean," I said. "You fit right in with everyone else. I think you're very handsome."

"You say a lot of you are bodyguards for the pregnant ladies. Is there a particular reason they might be harmed?"

"Well, we are being paid lots of money to have children, and the prospective parents are worried something might happen before we can deliver healthy babies, putting that money at risk," I said. "They look after us, make sure we eat right and exercise, keep an eye on us. There's always risk. Not this time, but the previous time I visited my parents, I was almost raped, twice, by a trio of thugs from Chicago. Brigitte, who wasn't pregnant at the time, and Conor helped save my bacon."

"Not that she requires much saving," Brigitte said, laughing. "She broke the nose and smashed the gonads of one of the perpetrators herself. Make sure you don't get too fresh with her."

"Really?" Sean said.

"It was before I was pregnant as well," I said. "I had moves. I can't really call them moves anymore. On top of which, the bigger of the two had just had his ribs and arm broken by Brigitte, so my guy was pretty frightened already. He couldn't protect all of the things I'd learned to damage."

"What could you do to me?"

"Cut you in five places where you'd bleed out in less than a minute," I said. "I go shooting every Tuesday and Thursday now that I've lost my fighting trim, and I shoot mostly bulls-eyes. I can still damage you pretty good; I just won't look as graceful doing it. Brigitte and Conor teach a local Martial Arts class called 'Street Defense' three days a week, although Brigitte is leaving most of the demonstration to Conor now. All of us are taking it, since we're not working at the moment."

"One more question," Sean asked. "You said that Angela and Isabelle are submissives. What does that mean?"

Quinn came off the porch, holding a big plate of steaks. "Means they're a couple of fuck sluts. Think 'Shades of Grey,' or any other bondage movie or book you've heard about. Jessica didn't want to scare you off too much at the beginning of your relationship by introducing you to her twisted friends, otherwise the tarts would be naked, wearing tails in their bums, and sucking a few cocks or licking pussies for practice. Not unlike Carl, Dani's fiancé, who gets excited watching his fiancée get fucked, they get juicy when they're treated like the sluts they are, and spanked for it."

"Asshole," I said, shooting daggers his way. "All I wanted was a little decorum, and what do I get? I get you."

Quinn patted me on the head. "He's a grown lad with his own boat and crew, lassie. Given the state of a lot of bellies around here, he knows he's not dealing with a bunch of virgins at a garden party or book club. Best he knows a little of what he's getting himself in for, so he doesn't fall down a rabbit hole one day, chasing the March hare."

"What am I getting myself into, Mr. Whelan?" Sean asked.

"A smart, compassionate, loyal, cracker jack of a woman who'll make every day you get out of bed, a better day than the one before. She's worth every minute of time you can put into her. I just spent a month traveling with her, and it was the best month of my life. If you don't snap her up, you're a fool."

Fuck! I was so prepared to be angry at him, then he had to go say that. Motherfucker!

"Why aren't you snapping her up?" Sean asked.

"She doesn't want what I can offer. Let's hope you do. Meat's done. Eat it before it gets cold."

I sat next to my new, hopefully, boyfriend while we ate, and there was a lot of laughter and assorted insults were tossed around freely. Sean seemed to enjoy it, so I wondered if this was what it was like on his boat if there weren't paying customers aboard. Ribald banter between the people on the crew. It worked out better than I thought it would, despite having the rug pulled out from under me by Quinn. I walked out to his car with him when he needed to leave, and climbed in for a little privacy.

I got the question I'd been dreading some since Quinn spoke up.

"Have you had sex with Quinn?"

I wasn't going to start my relationship with a lie. "Like Quinn said; none of us are virgins anymore. I wasn't in a relationship with anyone, so yes, I've had sex with him. He's not the only one either. I also like girls. I've enjoyed sex with them as well. I prefer men, but I do enjoy the fairer sex at times."

He nodded, thinking. "If I asked you to stop having sex with others, would you?"

"If our relationship gets to the point where it looks like it's going somewhere, absolutely. I'm looking for someone to grow old with, like my parents have. I want a real relationship with a real person."

I leaned towards him and kissed him, our first kiss. He was a good kisser. I enjoyed it.

"Good to know," he said, leaning back with a smile. "I'm not Carl."

"Very few people are," I said. "For your information, I like my men to be masculine, and a little bit dominant. Not obnoxiously so, but someone who knows what to do with me if I'm a little bit bad."

"I'll keep that in mind," he grinned.

"Best that you do." I got out of the car and blew him another kiss. "Thanks for coming. I had a good time."

"I did too. They're a fun bunch."

"Call me when you're ready for another date."

"Next Sunday work for you?"

"I'm unemployed except for this," I said, patting my belly. "Any day works for me."

"I'll call you with details."

"I won't turn my phone off."

He laughed and left. I went back inside.

"Well?" Quinn said. "Did we drive him off?"

"No, we've got another date next Sunday."

"That's nice," Sasha said. "I'm glad you're keeping him close."

"He asked me if I'd had sex with you," I told Quinn.

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth, although not that you'd turned me into your fuck slut for our trip. I said you weren't the only one I'd had sex with either. I told him I like girls sometimes."

"Good. He should know he has competition. Best not to get too complacent right off the bat."

"I was ready to gut you when you said something to him."

"I know. I could feel the steam rising off your head when I patted it."

"The only reason I didn't, is because of what you said afterward, that I'd make every day he got out of bed better than the day before. You ruined the whole mad on I had going."

Quinn laughed, as did several others. He bent down and kissed me on the cheek.

"Let's go, slut," Quinn said. "You've got more training to do."

"Yes, Master," Isabelle said.

The party broke up soon afterward. Angela spent several hours pleasing us before we went to bed.

She was turning into quite the tasty slut.

******

Sean took me to a matinee performance of a play the following Sunday, then a light meal before going back to his place. I let him get to second base, with lots and lots of kissing, something he seemed quite good at.

The following date, he got to third base, and his fingers were as adept as his kisses were. I sucked him off for his patience. Sean had a nice seven inch cock with a little heft. I knew I'd enjoy him inside of me when the time came. He had a weekend job the following weekend, so we couldn't go on a date. I gave Quinn his slut slave weekend. There was no one else there but Matt and Isabelle, but Quinn didn't include them in our romping at all. It was just him and me, and mostly he had to fuck me from behind, my belly was getting in the way so much. It still felt good. Quinn always knew how to make me feel good.

"Have you fucked him yet?" Quinn asked, as we lay quietly after our torrid sex.

"Not yet, but I will the next time I see him. Once I start having sex with him, I think I need to make him exclusive. This is probably the last time for you and me. He said he wasn't Carl, so I expect he'll have expectations once we begin. You'll still get me for all of your breeding though."

He kissed the back of my neck and I purred. "I thought that might be the case, so I left the others out of our play, so I could have you to myself."

"Thank you," I arched back against him feeling his cock start to harden again. "I never expected you to try and set me up with someone else."

"I want you to be happy, Jessica."

"I know you do."

"What are you going to do about Gretchen?"

"I don't know yet. I imagine that might be a conversation for when she gets here. I'm hopeful he might be somewhat more lenient about a woman instead of a man, perhaps he'd even like to watch, but I don't know. There's a lot I don't know about him yet, except he's nice and I like him."

He fucked me again, and I savored it as much as I could, knowing it might be one of the last times except for future breedings. The last thing I did before I left is have him shift to his wolf and suck him off. After he orgasmed, he switched back and I was sucking his human cock. He pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself in my mouth. I hugged him before I left.

******

The next date I went on with Sean, I spent the night, and I fucked him three times. He used a condom, which was smart considering he didn't know I had been having sex with the cleanest lovers this side of creation. He wasn't bad. Not as good as a wolf, but definitely better than any other man I'd ever been with. Good enough that I could be happy with him if he ended up being the one. He wanted to ensure I enjoyed myself and received pleasure. He wasn't a selfish lover. He'd never made love to a pregnant woman before, so that was new to him, but we managed, with him fucking me from behind.

After the second time, (the third was in the morning), we were lying next to each other, breathing hard. I'd just cleaned off his cock for the second time after removing his wrapper, which had surprised him as no previous girlfriends had ever done so.

"Why did you do that?" Sean asked.

"Keeps the sheets cleaner, so they don't have to be changed so often. You have to do your part though, and clean up your mess in me, although with condoms, it's not that messy. They're your sheets, so you can do what you want."

"Have you always done that?"

"It was something I learned from Conor and Brigitte once I started having sex with them," I replied softly.

"Are you still having sex with other people?"

"Last weekend was the last time I had sex with anyone else, and I told that person that once I started having sex with you, I would no longer have sex with anyone else. I won't ask you to do the same yet, if you're not ready to, but once you decide I'm the only one you'll have sex with, and get tested as clean, you can stop using condoms. I'd prefer not to use them unless it's to keep from getting pregnant again. Until I've fulfilled my surrogate contract, I can only get pregnant for certain infertile couples."

"How many children do you need to provide?"

"Three more after this one to get a million dollar bonus."

"Jesus, four kids!"

"Sorry. I signed up before I met you."

"Can you get out of the contract if you marry someone?"

"There were no provisions for getting out of the contract for anything other than my health."

"Can we even have kids?"

"We can. Dani is having two, then having one for her husband, before she has the next two for infertile couples, then she'll have a second for her husband. I can do the same, defer children to have one of my own. I do want children I can keep and raise myself."

"Okay. Isn't it hard to have that many children?"

"I'm very healthy, come from good genes, exercise religiously. I was running ten or more miles a day until I entered my second trimester, cutting down some after that. I still exercise as much as I can without hurting the baby. I plan to immediately go back to my pre-pregnancy regimen to lose weight and get back into great shape. The baby is given up right away. I don't have to care for it at all, so I have no child rearing responsibilities."

"I see."

"I have one favor to ask, but if you can't, I'll understand."

"What's that?"

"I'm hoping that I can still have sex with women. I have a healthy sexual appetite, and it seems we can't get together more than once a week. I need to keep a pair of bodyguards, but I can send Conor away and get another female. Brigitte and whoever else I'm assigned, are also clean and healthy. If you want, and I would have no objection, you could also have sex with them, and perhaps we could have threesomes. This is not a problem for me as long as it's one of them, and done openly, and not behind my back. I don't want us cheating on one another, but this is doable for me."