Mated to the Pack Ch. 28

Lenore looked at Master hopefully.

"God, I love you, Jessica," Sean said. "Pet can stay."

Lenore threw herself into Master's arms, kissing him the way she'd kissed me, with wild abandon, then she leaned over the kitchen counter. "Fuck me, Master."

"Later, Pet. It appears Quinn is done with breakfast."

"Yes, Master." She turned and kissed him a half dozen other times for good measure, then kissed me again. "Thank you, Miss Jessica."

"Please, call me Jessica or Jess. Miss Jessica is such a mouthful."

Breakfast was indeed ready, and Master fed me this morning, and I got more than my fair share of kisses as he fed me. Quinn fed Lenore, so she got a Master's attentions as well, both of us earning some swats in the process.

Towards the end of the meal, Agatha said, "I've thought about it, and I think Quinn should turn Mom into a slut."

"How old is your mother?" Quinn asked.

"Won't you fuck her if she's too old, Master Quinn?" Agatha asked.

"I'll fuck her. I just want to know how fragile she is," Quinn said. "How easy I'll have to go on her."

"Well, Mother got pregnant when she was seventeen, and had to get married. I just turned twenty-five, making her forty-three sir," Lenore said, "and I think you can fuck her as hard as you need."

Quinn laughed. "Tell her to be here at nine, and I'll run her through her paces. Did she say why her husband is impotent?"

"No, sir. Only that he's been so for three years."

"Is he the same age as her?" Quinn asked.

"A year older, sir," Agatha said.

"That's young for a man to have performance problems," Quinn said. "Has he seen a doctor?"

"I don't know, sir." Lenore said. "Mother didn't say."

"By the way, Quinn," Terry said. "Juicy and I talked it over last night, and we'd like her to be a breeder for infertile couples. What do we have to do to get signed up?"

"There's some paperwork you both need to sign, and she'll need a medical exam we'll take care of. I'll get the paperwork as soon as we've cleaned up breakfast. You're both in for a huge surprise."

Weren't they though.

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Within the hour, Agatha and Terry had both signed the paperwork and learned all about wolves. Lenore served to demonstrate wolf and human mating, while she was in a sixty-nine with me. It was Conor's lupine balls smacking me in the forehead as he fucked Lenore's oh so wet, pussy, while Quinn explained the breeding process. Terry and Agatha seemed entranced by Lenore's wolf fucking. Apparently, neither one of them was bothered by the concept of her fucking a werewolf. I'd warned the newbies to expect the massive amount of cum a wolf left inside of you, nevertheless, they were both surprised when Conor lost his knot and pulled out, and even more surprised when I cleaned Lenore up afterward. They signed a contract obligating Agatha to provide four puppies.

Both Agatha and Lenore were currently on birth control, but they agreed to both stop taking the pill immediately and begin breeding during their next fertile cycles, so they'd both be pregnant with puppies together. We told Terry that he could fuck a wolf while she was fertile and couldn't fuck him, and their bodyguards would be happy to fuck while Agatha was heavy with child, and why neither of them had to worry about a wolf interfering with their marriages. Before they left that evening, Terry watched Agatha get fucked by Quinn as a wolf while he fucked her mouth. I told Agatha that since she was now committed to having four puppies, in addition to however many she was going to have with her husband, she should immediately start exercising with her assigned bodyguards to get into and maintain peak conditioning to enable easier pregnancies and getting back into shape for her Master after each baby.

After they left, Lenore told us that she'd be late coming from work tomorrow, in order pack up some things from her apartment that she'd need. Master offered to help her pack some stuff when he was done. Conor went home that night because he had a job as well. Quinn managed to keep both female bitches and Angela happy that night, while my Master pleasured both of his sluts.

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Monday began like most days, a run, although Sean and Lenore missed this one, as Lenore didn't have work clothes with her. She'd expected to be home by Sunday night, and Sean left when she did. We were all naked and waiting when Martha arrived at nine.

Martha almost swooned when she saw Quinn's cock and it rose almost instantly to his massive best. I thought she was aroused. She probably was, if she was hoping to get fucked for the first time in three years, but that isn't why Quinn developed an erection. The reason was even more shocking.

"You're still fertile. In fact, you're ovulating now, aren't you?" You don't hide things like that from wolves.

"Yes, how did you know?"

He ignored that. "Nor are you on any kind of birth control."

"How do you know that?"

Quinn said, "If your husband hasn't fucked you in three years, it's unlikely you'd need birth control." Sidestepping the issue. "If I fuck you today, it's very possible you'll end up with another child."

"I thought you could use a condom," Martha said.

"I don't use condoms on slave slut bitches unless they're breeding for infertile couples. I don't even have any with me. Are you willing to breed like your two daughters?"

"I can't. My husband would kill me."

"He'll kill you if he finds out I fucked you."

"He doesn't have to know. Lenore said no one would tell him."

"If you come back pregnant, he'll know. I can ignore your pussy, fuck your mouth and ass instead, but you're so aroused now, your cunt is dripping. You ache to feel my cock in your slutty cunt."

"Oh, God, yes! I want it so bad, but ignore my pussy. Fuck my ass and mouth instead."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No, Edgar thought it was deviant."

"And you want to start with mine? You haven't even been prepared for it."

"Prepare me for it. Shove a tail up my ass like Lenore had."

Quinn looked at me. "She had a bunny tail. We also have a wolf, raccoon and horse tail," I said.

"Bring me lube and a wolf's tail, Jess. Martha, strip. Let's see what my next slut looks like."

I got the needed equipment, plus my collar which Master had removed at six last night.

When I returned, Martha was naked and on display. Quinn was walking around her feeling her breasts, pussy and ass. Quinn had been right. Her pussy was soaking, enough so, her thighs were wet. She was quivering with need, with the desire to orgasm. Martha was an older version of her twins, her breasts sagging more, some wrinkles, a bit of middle age spread to her ass, but on the whole, I wouldn't mind looking like she did at forty-three. She was eminently fuckable.

Quinn sat down in a chair and had Martha crawl to him. He glanced at the collar I handed him, bemused because it proclaimed, "Sean's Pussycat" on it. He put it around Martha's neck, without the lock, since he didn't have the key. I swear, Martha nearly orgasmed on the spot. She did as soon as Quinn's fingers shoved into her overheated core, crying out in pleasure, thrusting her groin against his hand, trying to drive his fingers deeper.

"Your pussy is begging for it, isn't it, Slut?"

"Yes, Master, let me worship your cock."

"There's the matter of the tail first."

"Yes, Master. Prepare my ass for your magnificent cock."

Quinn pulled his fingers from Martha's twat and told her to lick them clean, which she did without hesitation.

"We could almost dispense with the lube by putting the plug in your pussy first, it's so wet."

"Yes, Master I've been dreaming of this since Friday night. It was all I could do not to masturbate ten times a day."

"It's a good thing you didn't. Slaves need to control their inner desires, and give control of their orgasms to their Master."

"Yes, sir. I'm yours to do with as you will."

Quinn put the tail plug in her pussy, and when he pulled it out, pussy juice was dripping off it, but he still added lube to her pucker before working the thick plug into her bottom.

"Now you can worship my cock, Slut."

Martha went to town on Quinn's cock. Her enthusiasm for it was infectious. She wanted all of it, and ignoring her gag reflex, and its huge size, slowly worked all of it down her throat, becoming better and better at controlling her breathing and suppressing the gagging as she choked it down. I don't know if she figured it out on her own, or had previous experience, but inside twenty minutes, her head was slowly bobbing up and down in Quinn's lap, taking every inch of his appendage. She was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, but still managed to swallow most of it.

Because she was fertile, Quinn's cock hardly diminished at all after his orgasm. Martha was amazed he was still so hard.

"Master, I have to feel this in me. Just pull out when you need to cum."

"Martha, look at me," I said. "This is very important."

She turned to face me. "If you fuck him, you will get pregnant. You think you can stop when he's close, but you can't. I and every other woman I've seen Quinn with, don't want him to stop once he's started. You don't know what he's like. You'll be turned into his whore, begging for his cock, begging him to cum inside of you, begging to be bred. Your daughters both begged for his cock to fill them up. If you do this, there's no turning back. Your husband will find out you've been fucked, unless you get an abortion. You'll want him to fuck you over and over again. You won't want to give up his dick. Even if Edgar doesn't find out now, he will, so accept that before you go forward. He's the best lover I've ever had. He's the best you'll ever have. Prepare to tell your husband that you're another man's slut, before you let Quinn shove his cock into your fertile pussy.

"Quinn has an extremely good sense of smell. He can smell your fertility. His cock will remain hard all day long. You'll beg for it. You'll beg for his cum to breed you. Don't proceed without accepting you'll be his whore."

"How do you resist him?" Martha asked.

"With great difficulty, by giving my submission to my husband. When I was single, I fucked Quinn every chance I got. My Master is a good lover, enough that he can temper the worst of my impulses. Your husband can't fuck you at all. There's nothing to stop you from turning into Quinn's slut. You will have a baby bred into you."

She looked back at Quinn. "She's telling you the truth, Slut. You will beg for my seed if you fuck me."

Still, she said, "Fuck me then."

"Ride my prick. I'll warn you if I'm about to orgasm, and you can decide if you want to stop by climbing off."

Martha mounted Quinn's resurgent shaft, and everything I told her came true. She orgasmed multiple times on his cock and when Quinn warned her he was close, she begged him to cum in her, to breed her. Quinn did exactly as she begged, sending his sperm deep inside her birth canal, soaking her womb in his spunk.

I texted Agnes and Lenore. Your mother was fertile. She's just been bred by Quinn. It won't be the last time. Expect to see a little brother or sister in nine months.

Lenore texted back, 'Way to go, Mom.' Agnes said, 'OMG'

Neither one of them seemed displeased or disappointed in their mother. Of course, they were both sluts too. Martha was turned into Quinn's submissive slut by the end of the day, and fucked five more times in the pussy, begging for his cum each time, and once in her ass, her last fucking at my house. She was still there when Sean and Lenore got back. Apparently, Lenore had informed Master as he helped her pack her things, because he already knew when he got back, minutes before Lenore arrived.

Martha sent a text to Edgar before she left with Quinn.

I've found my Master, and the best lover I've ever had. I'm fertile, and he's probably fucked a child into me, but he's taking me home to make sure he finishes the job. If I'm pregnant, he'll provide child support, so you don't have to pay for his child. He doesn't want to break up our marriage. He'd prefer we stay together, but if you want a divorce, I'll understand.

We haven't had sex in three years, and I need it, Edgar. I'm still a vital, passionate woman, and I can no longer go on as we have, in a sexless marriage. I'll continue to see my lover on a regular basis, submitting to him like the slut I've become. If you don't want me to come home, text me, and I'll make sure someone else comes for my things. If you want to stay together under the new reality of my being with my Master on a regular basis, I'll be home in three days, carrying another man's child. Let me know what you want to do. Love, Martha.

She then left with Quinn to continue her breeding. Martha had another baby boy nine months later. Both Lenore and Agatha were carrying their first puppies by the time their brother was born. Edgar decided he didn't want a divorce, and Martha was welcomed back in three days, somewhat frostily to start. Martha did the best she could to make it up to him, although sex wasn't one of the ways she could, because he was still impotent. At least once a week, Martha left for another good fucking, not always with her Master, because Quinn didn't care who she fucked, but she got a good fucking from some big dicked wolf. Edgar never went with her, and didn't want to know about her fucking when she returned. He wasn't a cuckold personality, but he did understand her need for sex, which is why he remained married to her. He was always somewhat cold to us, because he blamed us for Martha. Neither of his daughters had a real good relationship with him, although they remained on speaking terms.

Lenore's two month trial ended well, for her, and for us, and she gave notice at her apartment and moved in permanently when her notice expired. Master bred her after her first puppy, so our son, Matthew Thomas, would have a sibling to play with. By the time Lenore's and Master's daughter, Elizabeth Ann, was born, I was on my third puppy.

We had to give up Brigitte and Alicia by the time Elizabeth was born. They weren't aging as fast as we were. We got Maria and Sonya to replace them. Maria was a black haired wolf of Hispanic ancestry. Sonya was another blonde of Nordic descent, like Alicia. Maria was also a trained bodyguard so she took over Lenore's, Sean's and my training. I still couldn't beat a wolf, but I was a dangerous woman by any other standard, and Sean was almost as good.

There were two other tidbits to report during this time. Enough older engineers had retired and the economy had improved enough, all four positions got hired back at Bath Iron Works. The Navy was replacing some of their older destroyers and frigates, so we had government contracts again. This happened just after I got bred with my third puppy, before I'd started to show.

And Gretchen was doing so well as an artist, she moved out of Quinn's place and got her own house not too far from my own, a good run away, let's say, not quite on the ocean, but close. It wasn't huge, but there was a room good for a studio and she'd moved in. She had to replace Ingrid for the same reason I'd had to replace Brigitte and Alicia. Her new wolf, still provided by the Wisconsin pack, was Candice. Gretchen was still kind of searching for her own someone to love, and a few women came and went, none of them sticking for more than four or five months, and some less. I think they all felt like rebounds, especially once they met me and realized how well Gretchen and I meshed, despite not trying. She usually ended back in my bed for varying lengths of time

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