Animals in the Night by None Whiff (Bi sex, Zoo sex-women/wolf, Lycanthropy)

It had always been this way. Even as a young girl, the night was the 
most comfortable, the most welcoming time of all. Its air was coolest, 
its smells were cleanest, its shadows were most intriguing. She loved 
the sound of all the animals scurrying about trying to survive, 
searching for mates, or just hurrying along on their unknown paths. 
When the moon was out, the light seemed beautiful, making lovely shades 
of dark gold in the forests. Even the rain caused a smell that excited 
her from her earliest memories.

When she first became a woman, the streams were the only water that 
could make her feel clean after her blood had slipped out of her body. 
Even the coldest mountain springs never chilled her, but rather 
stimulated her whole nervous system. Lying on the pine needles or 
leaves of the forest in the dark had always been her favorite bed. She 
never feared even the wildest animals, and they seemed to sense her 
kinship. The stars made her want to reach out for them in their 
density. The breeze was always the most exciting caress her skin could 
feel. The brush of leaves against her skin in the forest, or the rasp 
of sand on her feet in the desert all made her sure that there was 
perfection in the world.

She had always hunted for game. When she was only five, she caught a 
young rabbit. She had seen the cats eat the little animals, but 
couldn't bring herself to kill it, so she released it. Her father had 
taught her to hunt when she was barely eight, using a little twenty two 
rifle. She shot a racoon with her first bullet, and from then on drew 
praise from the older men who watched her skill at tracking, and at 
killing. It pleased her dad greatly.

She saw the men killing for the sake of it, but never felt the pleasure 
they seemed to get from such sport. From the beginning, she would eat 
whatever she killed. If she could not eat it, she would not hunt for 
it. She learned to cook early as a result, quickly gaining the skill to 
gut and skin the animals and birds so plentiful then. She would always 
eat the least cooked portions of the roasted carcasses, and was sure 
she could manage raw flesh if necessary. Whatever social mores kept 
most people from reflecting their savage roots, she never acquired.

Her face and body had always seemed to suit her character. Her hair was 
a tawny auburn, and curled freely. She had dark and prominent eyebrows, 
which made her large eyes seem wild. Her wide mouth and full lips gave 
her a fierce appearance from her youth. It was a beautiful face, but 
feral, seeming to reflect a savage nature. In truth, that was nearly 
accurate. She would have felt at home in the indian tribes that once 
inhabited Arizona.

She had always been strong. Living with her parents in the ranch at the 
foot of the mountains, she had loved doing the work of raising the 
horses, and feeding the livestock. As a result, her shoulders were 
broad and well developed, and she would have been described as chunky 
had there been the slightest bit of fat on her body. Strangely, she 
never developed an interest in riding, preferring to hike, and as she 
got older, to run through the desert and up the mountain trails. Her 
long legs were powerful with the physical exertion she enjoyed. She was 
a little too muscular to be described as having a good figure in the 
conventional sense, but she never cared.

Her mother had taken her to Phoenix when she was twelve and tried to 
make her feminine. They had cut her hair, straightened it, dressed her 
in dainty skirts and blouses, and bound her feet into heeled shoes. She 
had left the local high school and spent two months in the best 
finishing school available. She had tried, but one night during a 
thunderstorm, she had slipped out a window and walked out into the 
desert, knowing they would not look for her there. She stayed in the 
paths of sand heading for home, spending three days. When she arrived, 
pleading to never return to the ballrooms, etiquette classes, and 
formal dining, her mother had taken one look at her tanned face and 
stubborn posture, and said to her father "Well, she's your child. It's 
your decision."

Her father had smiled at her, remembering the police who feared for her 
when she was not found quickly, knowing they did not know his not-so-
little girl very well. She was not the least tired from her long walk, 
and he had never really been worried about her ability to take care of 
herself. "I don't think we're going to make a lady of you, Merry. Maybe 
we can make you a rancher, though." She always remembered that wish of 
his, and even after the accident which only his mother survived, and 
she sold the ranch, Merry studied husbandry in college.

As she stood in her stepfather's garden, the night comforted her sense 
of loss at the death of her mother. She was a year short of graduating, 
but didn't really feel she would miss it, and had gone to college 
mostly to satisfy her parent anyway. She thought she could probably get 
a job at the dude ranch where she had spent her summer vacations, and 
being in the mountains, she thought it would be a better life than the 
cold classrooms. She would have liked a little more freedom, but 
reality was intruding as it had six years ago.

She had blossomed into a spectacular looking woman, if unconventional 
in both dress and appearance. Her breasts had developed quickly at 
thirteen, and were always firm, with small, prominent nipples. She had 
run cross country throughout her adolescence. As a result, her compact, 
muscular body had simply acquired the curves which maturity brought, 
while retaining the tawny slimness of her youth. Her face was still the 
same, pretty but fierce. Her hair fell almost to her waist now, and she 
tied it into a loose ponytail. It still framed her face. She was a 
little short for the breadth of her shoulders. She was no cheerleader, 
but had always gotten plenty of attention from boys. She had made love 
freely from an early age, and was a demanding lover, insisting that 
boys give her pleasure when she slept with them. Her attitude toward 
sex was based on her experience with animals, and she never worried 
about gossip about her wild sensuality, knowing that the few boys who 
had been able to please her were just as fulfilled themselves.

The news about her mother had come this afternoon, and she had come 
here immediately. Her stepfather was devastated, having devoted himself 
to her, though Merry thought that mother had never really gotten over 
her dad. He was a wealthy man, but soft in his soul, and he had needed 
her mother's certainty. Merry liked him, but couldn't help comparing 
him to her memory of her father. He had discussed funeral arrangements 
at dinner, and then gone upstairs to his room. Neither of his sons had 
gotten here yet, because they were both back east.

Though they had not been close, she would miss her mother. On the rare 
occasions when she had been uncertain of her feelings, or about how to 
act with boys, the rather regal lady had always been able to help, 
mostly by listening. They were vastly different people, but as her only 
parent, mother had tried to fill in for Dad. Merry felt she had gotten 
through her teenage years without any damage, and supposed that was all 
she could ask of her parents. Nonetheless, her heart was heavy.

"Meredith." It was her stepfather. "Yes sir." "Couldn't you call me 
David, or Father Morris, or something besides sir? I understand I'm 
just your stepdad, but I'd like you to rely on me if ever you should 
need something." "Do you mind David? It suits you." What did she mean 
by that, he wondered. "That would be fine, Meredith. I was sitting 
upstairs feeling sorry for myself, and saw you standing here. I 
realized that I'm so lost in my own hurt I wasn't much solace to you. 
Plus there are some things about your mother's will you should know." 
"David, I guess I just have to work out my grief in my own mind, and 
you shouldn't worry about me. My parents made me my own person, don't 
you think?"

Understatement of the decade, he mused. She was fiercely independent, 
to the point where it had worried her mother. "She's always been her 
father's child, Dave. Like a cowboy. I wish she could bring herself to 
share more of her thoughts with me. But part of me is so proud of her 
self confidence." She had never realized how sexy Meredith was, and how 
many men would rush to help her if they got the chance.

"Meredith, you're going to end up very well off in a financial sense. 
The proceeds from the ranch were in the market the last six years, and 
the fund has ended up doing better than anyone could have dreamed. I 
know money's not all that important to you, but it will permit you to 
be independent, and I think that is something you care about. Still, 
you have to decide what to do with your life. Your mother bought a 
cabin on two hundred acres up the mountain from your old ranch, and she 
wanted you to have that too. She was going to give it to you when you 
turned twenty one, as a surprise." Merry was the kind of woman who 
looked straight in your eyes when you talked to her, and he often 
thought she could read his mind. It was disconcerting, and a couple of 
his friends had admitted to him that she had shocked them with her 
candor at cocktail parties. They always blushed, and he guessed they 
had been secretly lusting for her. She had probably burst their 
bubbles. It was going to take someone special to handle her, he 
thought.

"Meredith, I know you don't need me. But I would hope you see that I 
want to help you as a sort of memory of your mother. So please don't 
exclude me from your life." She heard his voice choke, and took his 
hand. There was nothing she could say to relieve his sense of loss. But 
it was a relief to know that she would not have to make any quick 
decisions over money, and she thought she knew which property he was 
talking about.

It had been built by an architect as a second home, part of her Dad's 
original homestead. It was deep in the woods, and in a great setting. 
She had never been inside. It seemed to her it was near a stream, and 
had several rooms. She remembered passing it when she hiked, and 
thinking about what a great place to live it would be. There wasn't 
another house within twenty miles. Mother had known her better than she 
realized.

They stood quietly for a few minutes. She sensed his need for some 
response from her. "David, thank you for the good news. You were a good 
husband." She saw him wince, and hugged him as his breathing rasped. 
"I'll go up to visit the cabin as soon as the funeral is over. I think 
I know the place. It'll be perfect for me." He pulled away, and kissed 
her cheek wordlessly. Then she was alone again. But not lonely, for the 
night was around her.

Three days later, she pulled into the glade after two hours of driving, 
the last thirty minutes over a dirt road. The funeral had been at two, 
and she had left immediately afterwards. When she had told David she 
was going, his oldest son had leered "Why not stay, Merry. We haven't 
spent any time together." She had looked at him and answered "That's a 
game you're not ready for, Jack." His Dad had chuckled. No Yalie studs 
for her, he thought.

The house was rundown. It was two levels, one facing south, the other 
east. Glass walls gave clear views of the valley on one side, and the 
stream one hundred yards away on the other. She saw several spots on 
the roof where the tiles had blown off, and one gutter was hanging 
loose at the back. The wood siding had held up well, though. She didn't 
see any broken glass. Hefting two of the bags of groceries she had 
brought, she unlocked the front door.

Dust covered everything, but she had expected that. What pleased her 
was the view of the woods from the large living room to her left as she 
entered. There was a sectional sofa arranged to take advantage of it. 
She put the bags on the counter of the small kitchen to her right, then 
climbed the wide steps to the upstairs where a study with wide doors, 
and the master bedroom, faced behind her to the desert. She opened the 
sliding glass door of the study, and a similar one in the bedroom. A 
king size mattress without bedding faced the windows. The view through 
the dirty glass was magnificent. The house was warm from the afternoon 
sun. She pulled off her light blazer. As she stood gazing at the desert 
in the distance, a sense of both isolation and freedom overwhelmed her.

She let her memories surface in her mind. Her father's strong 
physicality, her mother's conventional opinions, her own love of 
natural life. She loved animals in a way that she realized in college 
few others could. Their simple goals kept the pangs of self doubt from 
clouding their single minded search for simple pleasures. She had 
always resented civilized restrictions on her impulses. She had seen 
those often conflicting rules cause unhappiness in almost everyone she 
had met.

She had been fortunate to have her love of basics. Clothes were one of 
civilizations great enslavers. The frivolity of so many people's 
devotion to wearing "just the right thing" had amused her, but was 
another cause of her rejection of convention. Here, alone, in her own 
place, she should be able to make her own rules. Merry stripped off her 
shirt and jeans. Her white bra and brief panties were plenty. There was 
no one around to force her to cover her skin.

Downstairs, she opened both doors facing the woods, and felt air begin 
to move with the cross ventilation. Perfect, she mused. She could 
almost feel her skin's pores open. The thermostat had a cool as well as 
a heat setting, but she didn't turn either on. The musky smell was 
clearing out fast. She put the food away, pleased that the refrigerator 
started running as soon as she turned it on. She kicked off her shoes, 
and went back out to the car to get the last bag of groceries and a 
blanket from the trunk. A startled deer ran away as she slammed the 
door. Oh what a wonderful setting, she thought.

She drank a beer and ate a sandwich as the sun slowly faded. She 
puttered around, dusting with rags she had found under the kitchen 
sink. I can scrub it all tomorrow, she decided. She wanted to luxuriate 
in her new home. Away from the maddening drone of cars, motors, TV, 
idle chatter about nothing. Alone with herself, and the comfort of the 
coming night. If someone had been watching, her gloriously voluptuous 
body in the light cotton underwear moving languidly around the house 
would have started a riot.

As the sun slid down, the shadows in the trees came alive. The sounds 
began to reach her, like a symphony. It had been too long since she had 
enjoyed this song. She turned no lights on, finding her eyes easily 
adjusting, and besides there was a moon. I'll need sheets, a broom, a 
mop, a bucket, towels. Shit. No hot water, and she had no idea where 
the tank was. Then she smiled. I have my stream. She got another beer 
out of the fridge.

By the time she had finished it, darkness had settled on the glade. 
Bright stars showed through the tops of the trees, and the moon's 
indirect light made a gorgeous scene outside the plate glass. I'm going 
to make them so clean that nothing will interfere with my view, she 
resolved. She felt no boredom, just the comfort of her surroundings, 
but she was a little bushed from the long day. She had found a ratty 
towel under the sink, and she picked it up and started to go outside. 
"Why bother with my bra and panties" she whispered to herself.

She reached behind her back to unstrap the binding cotton top. Her 
breasts hardly settled, but rounded out, the small, sensitive aureola 
puckering. Her nipples seemed to harden with their freedom. Boys had 
always gone nuts for her tits, and she was always willing to have them 
suckle her, because they seemed connected to her pussy. She stripped 
off the panties, rubbing the untrimmed mass of pubic hair in a large 
triangle between her muscular legs. She dipped her hand into the furry 
slit briefly, feeling the nerves respond to her nudity. "This feels so 
good, so free" she murmured. "Might as well talk to myself, there's no 
one else. I don't want anyone else."

Walking out the door, her bare feet welcoming the feel of grass and 
earth, her skin coming alive with the night air, she felt a little 
thrill at her nakedness. She realized this was the first time she had 
ever felt she could do more than stand nude on a balcony outside. It 
was almost sexual, as though the night was caressing her, stimulating 
her cuntal passage, sucking her breasts. She walked slowly into the 
grove of trees between the house and the stream. Now the ground was 
covered with leaves, but was easy to walk on. She let a few low leaves 
touch her, again feeling a tingle in her groin. She reached behind her 
head and pulled the elastic band which held her ponytail in place. Her 
hair immediately spread out, brushing at her waist. It spread almost to 
the width of her shoulders, covering her back. Completely nude, she 
thought "Look at me, don't you like my body?" A little gust of wind 
seemed to answer "Yes".

She came to the shallow water gurgling lazily down the hill. A couple 
of rocks made little eddies that she could see reflecting the 
moonlight. As she waded in, the cold water thrilled her as it always 
had, awakening her senses. She waded to a deep spot, and sank to her 
back, then ducked her head under, wiping her face of the city's grime, 
running her fingers through her hair. The water felt incredibly erotic, 
so cold it was jangling her nerve ends. She massaged her titties, 
feeling the thrills radiating to her pussy, the nipples stiffened, the 
flesh tingling. Then she put both hands to her mound, jutting 
prominently out from her hips. Her labia were fat and large. Boys who 
got that far had always commented on what a sexy twat she had.

As she rubbed herself, she realized how turned on she had become, and a 
finger found her clitoris. It was also large, and she had never 
hesitated to masturbate, lacking any acceptance of society's efforts to 
stigmatize such pleasure. It also kept her from being a slave to men 
and their cocks. Her two index fingers went inside the heavy lips, and 
pinched together on the little nub. A jolt went through her, and she 
squeezed again. "Ummmm, fuck me, night." Another gust of wind. She 
climbed out of the stream, and toweled off, then lay on the matted 
leaves and began rubbing her hand up and down her slit, frictioning the 
love button hard. Then two fingers from her other hand dived in her 
hole, expanding it and making her clit jingle deliciously. "Aaagh, 
uumph, fuck."

She was out in the open, completely alone, and that added to the 
excitement she was causing in her cunt. She kept raising herself 
higher, celebrating her new home, her solitude, the sexy night. A light 
breeze kept her skin cool and alive, in her fevered mind the touch of 
the dark night air. She let herself cum, her cream gushing over her 
hand. She could smell the musk from it, and the thrills that shot 
through her body made her breathing heavy. She kept her fingers pulsing 
inside her, causing wave after wave of orgasm. A few boys had gotten 
her off better than her hand, but not many. She knew it was supposed to 
be best with another, but relied on her experience as in all things, 
and knew that only someone special could improve on this. She arched 
her hips and grinned at her pleasure.

Just as she began to come down, she heard a rustle in the woods, and a 
pair of yellow eyes appeared in the edge of the trees. She focused and 
saw a large grey wolf, red tongue hanging out, watching her intently. 
She had never been this close to one before, but felt no fear. If 
anything, his intense stare made her cunt tingle. She rolled over and 
got on her hands and knees, assuming his posture. How did she know it 
was a he, she wondered. But she was sure.

She listened for the low growl that might signal fear or anger, but 
heard only his rapid panting. Her breath was coming almost as fast from 
her climax, and the excitement of his nearness. Did he have a pack? Was 
it near here? She couldn't very well ask. The best thing to do was wait 
and not threaten. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders, starting to 
dry. Incredibly, she could feel cream leaking from her cunt. The wolf 
sniffed several times, still staring at her. Could he be smelling me 
creaming, she wondered. What an exciting thought.

A loud crack of a twig snapping broke the spell, and he turned and ran 
into the woods, up the mountain. The snap had come from behind her. She 
rose and faced that way, but heard only retreating shuffles. It sounded 
like a fox or a raccoon. There weren't any bears this far down, and she 
wondered why the wolf would have been frightened. Maybe just surprise.

She went back to the stream, staying longer, luxuriating in the cold 
water's touch. It was so sensually awakening, this whole sense of 
nakedness, of living in the forest, of returning to her primitive, 
animal roots. She wasn't the least bit tired now, and realized she felt 
like a run. She wondered if her old path was still there. Toweling off 
again, she walked back toward the house, and then to her right, 
searching for the worn trail through the brush. There it was, and 
didn't seem to be overgrown, as if it had been used. She tossed the 
towel back to the edge of the glade, and began to jog.

The path was easy to follow, and she knew it turned back about a mile 
from here. Her tits bounced as she ran, but she pulled her shoulders 
back, keeping the pert globes reasonably still. The friction of her 
thighs worked her pussy, but after ten minutes, she felt the high she 
always got from her pumping heart, and shook her head with pleasure. 
Her hair tossed about wildly, and she felt like a creature of the 
woods. She increased her pace, gasping with the exertion, but feeling 
the chemicals from her brain stimulating her. The liberating exercise 
was making her pussy cream, but she ran on, feeling an occasional pinch 
on her feet from needles or something on the trail. Before long, she 
would develop callus to make this easier. The two miles ended too 
quickly, and she vowed to explore for a longer track to use.

Merry ended up on the other side of her house, and could see the shape 
of it as she slowed to a walk, breathing hard, sweating a little, but 
enjoying the strain in her muscles, and the tautness of her whole body. 
She retrieved the towel, and returned to the stream, bathing once 
again. No wolf. Tiredness was now seeping into her, and she walked the 
hundred yards to home. She had hardly pulled the blanket over her bare 
skin when she was asleep.

Merry woke late, and spent the day in a trip to the store at the foot 
of the mountain, buying the various things she needed, then cleaning 
the house thoroughly. She finished about four, and took a nap. When she 
awakened, the first hint of night was starting, and she pulled off her 
shorts and halter. "Naked again" she marveled. She had talked quietly 
to herself all day, commenting on the pattern of dirt, muttering at the 
water heater, spending an hour making the plate glass windows sparkle, 
enjoying making an omelet for lunch. She felt at peace in a way she 
never had before. Anything seemed possible.

She decided to go for a long walk before dinner, using the light that 
was left to explore the area. She found several other trails, all 
looking used, but not recently. She was expert enough to be able to 
read any sign of humans, and there was none. Up the hill, she found an 
expanse of meadow that she thought was part of her property. Wolf spore 
hinted at a small pack. As she stood at the edge of the grassy field, 
she wondered if there were any eyes on her. She felt there were. Her 
nude body arched unconsciously, displaying herself wantonly. She 
squatted and peed on the trail toward home, marking her space. As she 
walked through the darkening forest, she saw a rabbit break cover and 
head unthinkingly into deeper brush. "Bad move" she whispered.

She began to track it, picking up a large stone from the edge of the 
path. It tried to hide in a hollowed tree, but she caught it just as it 
realized she had seen it, and she leaped on it, striking its head with 
the stone. She twisted its unconscious neck, killing it instantly. 
Carrying it home, she slit its throat and gutted it in the stream, then 
hung it by the back legs so the blood would drain. Some of the blood 
stained her hands, and she licked it off. The taste was salty. She 
cupped her hands to catch the dripping liquid, and sipped it. Mmmm.

Merry cooked the rabbit over a fire in the old barbecue pit in the 
glade. She loved the smell of the roasting meat in the dark, the smoke 
heating her bare skin. Sipping a beer, she didn't eat until almost 
midnight, slicing off hunks of meat, and using the knife as her only 
implement, devoured half the feast. She ate some potato chips as a 
complement, and made a small salad. "I must start a garden". As she put 
out the fire and stored the remaining meat in the fridge, the light 
when she opened the door startling her eyes, she wondered at her 
mother's wisdom. "She might have been shocked by my dress, though." she 
giggled to herself.

She went down to the stream. Her intuition seemed to be blooming with 
her liberated living, and she knew the animal would come. The idea 
excited her. After she bathed in the stream, she didn't even bother 
with a towel, letting herself dry as she lay beside the water, 
luxuriating in the sounds around her. Then she heard the rustle of a 
bush. Without even looking, she rolled to hands and knees again, facing 
the noise. The yellow eyes stared at her.

He had come out in the open, standing not ten feet away from her. 
Looking closely, she saw he was young, lacking scars or the yellow 
teeth that suggested age. He was sniffing the air, and she spread her 
knees apart on the matted leaves, letting her cunt breathe. Her breasts 
were hanging, the nipples hard. Cream was flowing with anticipation at 
the thrills she expected. The smell of her musk seemed stronger than 
before. Her whole body was keening with the sense of being an animal, 
crouching here in the wild with this creature. The moonlight bathed the 
little glen they were making their own, throwing shadows that made her 
groan. When he heard her, he took a step toward her, and she groaned 
again in anticipation.

Come fuck me, she thought. Use my body for your animal lust. Make me 
like you, wild and free. He took another step. She rotated around to 
expose her behind to him, sensing the excitement her pussy musk was 
causing. Oh god, this was such a turn on. She waited for some touch, 
some sign that she was not just imagining this seduction. She seemed to 
feel her whole body tensing with sensual want. She wiggled her ass at 
him, still aware of his panting. She thought it was getting heavier.

The rasping on her pussy came out of nowhere. She had not heard him 
move, but it was his tongue, licking from the fat labia back to her 
puckered asshole. A shudder ran through her groin. The tongue went back 
down to her clitoris, tasting her cream. She heard snuffling, and 
twisted around to see him sniffing at her. All her senses began to 
concentrate on her cunt, waiting for his next contact. It came with the 
same rasping, starting from her tender membranes that the stiff licking 
touched, to her dripping tunnel. If he didn't know now, he never would, 
she thought. Merry twisted to her back, drawing her legs up to expose 
her entire bottom to this wild animal.

He stared at her as she opened herself to him, wanting more of the 
licking he had begun. Now she could see the tongue, hanging there, 
moving with his breathing. It reached out once again to her pussy, 
drawing up from the tender flesh below her hole, between the labia, up 
to the clit. Merry groaned with the tingling he caused. He began to 
lick harder, causing her to begin humping her hips. The tongue was 
lapping powerfully between her pussylips, hitting her love button, 
making her gyrate and moan with lust. Her moaning did not seem to 
bother him, and the tongue kept working, spreading heat into her tummy.

He kept licking, beginning to sense that hitting her clit caused her 
the most pleasure, the most smell. Her mind began to spin out of 
control, heat surging through her, her hips bucking to his tongue. He 
was growling softly as he ate her out, his tongue beginning to enter 
the opening of her cuntal passage. The moonlight bathed them in soft 
gold, and his fur soothed her thighs. She felt lost in the passion 
building up in her, the sexy situation, the risk of giving herself to a 
wild thing. Her hands went to his head, smoothing spasmodically over 
the fur, and she pulled his head into her foaming pussy.

Merry was shaking her head, groaning loudly now, her legs on his back. 
Nothing kept the tongue from her membranes, the rough flesh stimulating 
her beyond her control. She started twisting and writhing, raising her 
head to stare at the wonderful animal who was the source of this erotic 
pleasure. She spoke out loud to him. "Oh you fantastic beast, get me, 
lick me, take me off. This is so good, so good. Oh that tongue. Eat me 
alive, devour me." He was trying to lick in her tunnel now, sensing its 
nerves, tasting its liquid. All the while, those yellow eyes never left 
hers.

She caught occasional glimpses of a red cock poking from under his 
belly. Each time she saw it, her tension rose, and it was becoming 
unbearably sweet. Her feet left his back and she used them to push her 
ass off the ground, bucking her hips at the maw raping her bottom. She 
could smell herself generating a heavy musk. Her moans echoed in the 
darkness. "I can't take any more, oh, oh, oh. Aaagh." Her orgasm was 
coming, the vibrating in her groin signaling release she was straining 
for. She would have died for it at that moment, as her groaning peaked 
to a howl of release.

Waves of sensation drove through her cunt as she climaxed powerfully, 
humping and bucking into the animal's maw. Her hips were off the 
ground, fucking into that wonderful feeling. Her mind was reeling with 
pictures of the wolf attacking her, chewing her flesh, ripping her 
apart. Then she began seeing them hunting together, blood flowing over 
their bodies as he snarled at her writhing. The jolts of electricity 
were filling her midsection, and she felt like a dam was bursting 
around her, bathing her in pleasure. Merry had become a frantic she 
beast, fighting for her release.

The wolf kept licking, even after she began to relax. As her hips 
rested on the forest floor, and her cream stopped flowing, he lifted 
his head in surprise, wondering what had happened to her wanton 
excitement. He began nudging at her pussy, and she realized he wanted 
her to move. He danced around a little, and she saw his prick sticking 
further out, its pointed head starting to poke at her skin. "You want 
to get off, don't you lover." She wondered if her now contracting twat 
could take it, but the thought of that long red prick got her tingling 
again.

She rolled over to her hands and knees, and his tongue began to once 
again minister to her behind. But there was something else she felt, 
hot and wet, poking at her thighs. She looked back and saw him bucking 
his hips at her bottom while trying to continue to tongue her. Then he 
stopped licking, and his paws went around her waist. He's going to fuck 
me, she thought. I can get off again with him inside me. An animal's 
cock. Inside an animal. "Rape me, my bestial lover. Do whatever you 
want to me, I'm yours to use, my pussy is yours" she babbled in 
passionate surrender.

She felt the pointed member poking around her ass cheeks, wetting with 
each touch. She wished she could see it. Suddenly, it got closer to her 
hairy mound, touching her labial folds, pricking at her pubic hair. She 
dropped her face to the ground and reached back to spread her cunt to 
his inexperienced searching. The paws moved up to her chest, and she 
felt the tips of his claws nudging the soft flesh of her tits. The 
slight pain made her hotter.

Then, in a rush, the point penetrated her tunnel, an inch or so at 
first, then she felt it surge all the way in. It was wider at the base 
than anywhere else, and stretched the mouth of her pussy, massaging her 
little love button. It caused an instant rising of her passion, sharp 
and sweet. The claws were all the way out, but just resting on her 
breasts, still causing little pinches. His cock began thrusting in and 
out frantically. He was growling louder now, and his tongue was licking 
the back of her neck through her mass of hair.

The fucking animal cock had her soaring again, and her hips bucked back 
to bury it deeper with each of his thrusts. His growling was getting 
louder, and his paws were gripping the sides of her chest tightly. The 
claws were still gently stinging. Heat was radiating out of her vagina 
into her tummy. Her breasts were squeezed into the dirt, forming 
pillows of soft flesh. The pointed prick was now causing her nothing 
but pleasure, erotic zinging filling her. Amazingly, she realized she 
could cum again without even trying.

The wolf's thrusts became frenzied, opening her up, twitching at her 
clitoris, filling her body with ecstacy. Her head was shaking, and she 
growled in imitation of her lover. Her hands pushed herself off the 
ground a little, and more of his cock sunk into her. His tempo was 
impossibly fast. Then he froze, and howled with full voice. It must 
have been audible for miles. The surprise of the noise brought her off, 
the same release she had experienced from his tongue, but more 
powerful. Her skin felt like it was on fire, as she realized liquid was 
filling up her belly.

He was cumming in her, filling her tunnel with spunk. Wolf semen. 
Animal essence. Merry's head sunk to the ground, as waves of excitement 
coursed through her. The wolf stayed inside her, still stretching her 
cuntal opening and zinging her button. But he was starting to shrink, 
letting the fluid inside her leak out. She kept keening wildly, though 
her climax was ending as well. The sensation was being replaced by a 
sense of relief and completion, as she felt the furry underbelly on her 
back.

Then he slipped out of her cunt, backed off her, and sunk to the 
ground, licking his cock. "A little after fuck hugging would have been 
nice." she sighed. But he was following his instincts. His prick was 
still jutting from its sheath as he licked their juices off. She 
reached down to her own source of their mixed fluids, and tasted them. 
She reached out and touched his belly. He stopped licking, and stared 
at her, the yellow eyes unblinking. But he was not growling.

She crawled over to him, and moved her mouth toward his cock. "I wonder 
if he understands" she thought. She got close enough to lick the red 
pole, and she heard him make a little squeak of pleasure. Encouraged, 
she sucked it all into her mouth, savoring the ruddy tang of its 
surface. She felt his tongue licking at her belly, the closest thing he 
could reach. She thought his cock might get hard again, but instead it 
drew out of her mouth into its sheath. "Too soon, I guess."

She rolled to her back and stared at the stars. The wolf kept licking 
at her body, her stomach, her tits, and then up to her face. She opened 
her mouth and closed her lips around the rubbery member, but he growled 
and pulled away. "No kissing, either." Her mind savored this fantastic 
fuck, its power, its erotic risk, and she found it even more pleasant 
because she knew society would have condemned this act. She luxuriated 
in the relaxation in her muscles, the wetness of her cunt, the tingling 
in her skin as a gentle breeze touched her. He had stopped licking her, 
and was just staring.

"I'm going to call you Lupe," she whispered to her incredible new 
lover.


Chapter Two

As she bathed in the stream, Lupe standing guard, she imagined, she 
reflected on what was happening to her. It was a return to nature, to a 
savagery she had always felt in herself. But the extent of her 
adventure was astonishing, though as she lay in the cold water, she 
felt wonderful. Her body was refreshed, not feeling at all tired in 
spite of its being long after midnight. I'm getting nocturnal, she 
thought. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pulling out tangles 
that had formed during her wild lovemaking. Moonlight glinted from the 
water's surface. She felt truly alive. To eat, to fuck. What more could 
anyone need.

"Let's go for a run, lover" she said to Lupe. She got out of the water 
and jogged to the path, then speeded up to see what he would do. He 
bounded ahead of her, then paused at a fork, hopping around. When he 
saw her slow down to a more sustainable speed he took a few steps back 
to her, then led her to the left. He's trying to lead me, she marveled. 
I wonder where.

They ran a new path, but one she had seen. It would be a five mile run, 
and that seemed just right to her stimulated body as the morphins began 
kicking in. He kept loping ahead, then stopping to wait for her, 
occasionally poking his nose at her cunt. When he did, she would stop 
and spread her legs, letting him stimulate her. The feelings he caused 
combined with her runner's high to create a fantastic euphoria. They 
ran on for an hour, and as she realized they were approaching her 
house, Lupe froze up ahead, his head low, staring into a thicket just 
ahead. "Oh my god, he wants to hunt" she whispered.

Stopping her jog, she stared into the darkness, breathing hard. There 
it was, a deer frozen by the smell of the wolf, hoping its stillness 
would save it. A thrill coursed through her. Lupe was staring intently 
at the animal. She slipped into the brush, circling around behind as 
quietly as she could, trying to keep her breathing quiet. She didn't 
think the deer had seen her, focused as it was on the wolf. She got 
within ten feet of it before it bolted away from her. It bounced as she 
chased it, heedless of scratches from the branches. Then it froze as it 
realized it was near the wolf, and she tackled its back legs, throwing 
it to the ground. A grey blur flashed through her vision, and the deer 
squealed as Lupe's fangs ripped the neck open.

She felt the deer urinating in its death throes, then a rattle from its 
lungs signaled a quick end. Her blood was boiling, the smells of her 
sweat, the deer's pee, and the blood gushing from its neck mixed with 
her euphoria. She scrambled to sink her head next to the wolf's, and 
drank of the blood with her lover. She felt the juices on her skin.

The wolf began to drag the prey up the mountain, following the path 
that led to the meadow. She started to follow him, but he growled 
menacingly at her. No humans will interfere with my pack's feeding, she 
guessed was the message. "Okay to fuck, but not to eat with, huh," she 
chuckled. Maybe he'll change after a while. Meantime, she smelled 
herself getting rank, and hurried back to the stream. She needed soap 
to clean herself properly. When she fell into bed, it was to a languid 
sense of satisfaction, and a thrilling, unfocused dream of tomorrow.


Gene Brooks was happy to be getting back to his wolves. It seemed to 
him that he had never been truly happy except in the vicarious 
participation in their lives that his first visit a year and a half ago 
had allowed. Life had twisted his mind brutally, and he was dimly aware 
that he was like a time bomb, just waiting to explode. The peace of the 
mountain, and the enjoyment of watching the two animals live their hard 
but simple lives was the most serene period he could remember. He had 
had to leave just after the cubs had been born, intending vaguely to 
try and find some way to improve their chances of surviving.

He had been dancing to other's tunes' all his life, and paying for 
their mistakes with suffering of his own. He had been orphaned at five, 
and moved from foster home to foster home, never feeling the affection 
he vaguely remembered from the shadowy figures of his parents. He had 
been told so many stories about them that he never knew what to 
believe. Years later, he had researched it enough to find out they had 
died from gunshot wounds. He was wild in his teenage years, starting 
with purse snatching, and ending with armed robbery of convenience 
stores. When the fuzz caught one of his friends, he enlisted in the 
army.

By that time he had acquired the handsome appearance that made girls 
easy lays. They never seemed to touch him deeply, as though he was 
afraid of affection. He was dimly aware that he might feel his mother 
had abandoned him, and used that psychobabble in the various interviews 
that had been necessary for him to get in Special Forces. They taught 
him all the killing arts, from hand to hand, to weapons. At first, he 
had thought it would make him a more successful criminal, but 
eventually he became fearful at the skills they had given him. His 
first real mission had been in Panama, overthrowing Noriega. They used 
fancy words like interdiction, but it amounted to brutal elimination of 
anything that got in the way of their orders. He saw women and children 
shot, and young teenagers killed who were fighting because it was the 
best job they could get. His reaction had been horror at the unfairness 
of the effect of it all.

Eventually, he had been sent to kill a guy they said was really evil. 
He watched for three days, as the general fighting ended. He was a 
sleazy druglord, fairly low on the totem pole. Gene watched him abuse 
women, sell dope to ten year olds, and when he finally caught him alone 
in the streets one night, he disobeyed his orders by slitting the man's 
throat shallowly, and letting him die very painfully. Gene watched him 
suffer for an hour. He got less pleasure from it than he expected.

They were starting to suspect his commitment after that, but sent him 
to a survival school, where he excelled. The battle with nature to 
survive was simple and necessary. It was not complicated. Even the long 
final week in a jungle in Mexico had been easy, and he was almost sorry 
to leave. Everyone else came out bitten and exhausted, but he was 
smiling, tanned, and well fed. He was the only one who had been able to 
eat insects.

They sent him to Vietnam with a platoon to search for POWs. He always 
suspected it was a set up to please parents, because they were ambushed 
the second day in. He escaped, and lived on the land for three months. 
He stayed in the high mountains, and it was surprisingly easy. He had 
considered just staying there forever, but eventually worked his way 
out. When he crossed the border to Cambodia, he had taken out an entire 
guard station, twelve young orientals. None was more than sixteen. He 
mustered out that fall.

By this time, he was reading voraciously, philosophy, history, but was 
limited in his math, so science was a problem. He took a night course, 
and ended up living with the pretty teacher. She pushed him all the way 
through calculus, and badgered him to take the college entrance exam. 
When he did amazingly well on it, he applied for a GI scholarship to 
the University of Arizona. The teacher was pissed off he was leaving 
LA, but he was tired of her anyway. Plus, he had cold cocked a guy who 
tried to mug him one night, and the old confusion between his anger and 
necessity had scared him.

He drifted to ecology because it seemed so right. Through all the 
conflicts with population growth, it was still noble to want to 
preserve the simple perfection of nature. He was amazed at how little 
even experienced teachers really knew about how survival of animals 
really worked at the individual level. Their theories were often silly, 
and he acquired a "Nature Boy" reputation. But the young coeds went 
gaga over him. He found himself more and more crude in his 
relationships, often abusing people when they had no clue about 
reality. Even as he caught himself doing it, the anger kept bubbling 
up.

He found a love of wolves on a field trip his junior year. They went to 
Yellowstone, and hiked up to watch the almost tame protected creatures. 
He identified with them in some strange way, but the range in the park 
was carefully controlled, and he sensed it was artificial. He got 
support from one professor for a field study of real animals in free 
range, and his background got him a five thousand dollar grant from a 
foundation. He spent the second half of that year in the mountains, 
reading everything he could, and watching the pair of greys.

The first night back at school, after the money ran out, he had been 
drinking in a bar, missing the mountain, and got in a fight with three 
football players who were pushing their weight around. They never 
landed a punch. One was lost to the team for the season, and he was 
thrown out of school, losing his scholarship. He finished the report on 
the greys, and his professor got him a job in a foundation devoted to 
endangered and near endangered species. He curbed his temper pretty 
well, and his report was published, with Gene as the co-author. It was 
good enough to get him another grant.

So here he was, making his second trip from his motorcycle to the camp 
he had selected with his gear. There was a house that had been 
unoccupied that looked used now, and he avoided it. The wolves' base 
was on the property that belonged to it, and he didn't need any 
interference. He camped well up the mountain, but within easy binocular 
sight of the meadow. He now had a telescope that could also take a 
video tape recorder. As he hiked, he looked forward to rejoining the 
lives of the animals.

Merry had picked up signs of a human two weeks after meeting Lupe. 
There were footprints on one of the most distant paths leading up. It 
was a big shoe, and she thought it must be a man. She had followed the 
trail until she saw the camp above the meadow, well off her property. 
"Shit". Now she had to be more careful, even though he seemed to be 
anxious to avoid contact. She was deeply disappointed with this 
interference with the idyllic life she was leading.

The wolf came every night. Lupe had become a skilled lover, and had 
learned to stimulate her in many ways. He let her touch him without 
fear. But he always left at dawn. She was sleeping away the days, 
usually rising about three in the afternoon. She had bought a twenty 
two rifle, and had plenty of pheasant and grouse to supplement the 
rabbit and deer meat. She walked around in her shorts and halter during 
the day, but spent the nights outside nude, fucking Lupe and running 
with him. She was stronger and faster than she had ever been in her 
life. She occasionally helped him hunt, but he never let her keep any 
of their victims.

The man could change things. She supposed he wouldn't roam at night, 
but even during the day he could interrupt her life. The discovery 
happened late one afternoon, and she had deer meat roasting slowly. She 
had a new idea about how to make love to her wolf tonight, and was 
looking forward to it. "Damn". Well, he wasn't going to stop her.

Lupe came at midnight as usual. She was lying in the stream, which was 
warming up with the oncoming summer. When she saw him, she began to 
whisper to him. "Ah, lover. Come for your evening fuck, you horny 
beast. I have a surprise for you tonight." She crawled out and wrapped 
her arms around his strong, furry body, wrestling him to his side. He 
growled with a tone that she had learned meant "I'll let you do this, 
but be careful." She wriggled her hips to his maw, laying her head on 
his hind paw, and her hands began rubbing his belly around his prick 
sheath. The pink tip poked out. His tongue lapped her bushy mound. She 
swung a leg over his shoulder, opening her bottom to him.

His head moved closer, and the tongue began tracing her cunt flesh. He 
had gotten good at eating her out, and his cock always got fully hard 
as he did it. Her smell was the stimulation he seemed to need to 
replace what a female wolf ovulating would produce. The pink member 
poked further out. Her arm pulled their bodies closer together, and her 
lips wrapped around his damp, growing prick. She let her mind stop its 
thinking, and abandoned herself to his muscular tongue tingling her 
twat, while she concentrated on the pleasure she wanted him to feel. It 
was working, because he was growing inside her mouth, the pointed tip 
all the way back to her throat now. His low growl of sexual desire was 
vibrating in her pussy.

There was a smell he got when he made love, a deepening of the furry 
scent he usually had. She supposed it was from his belly, because he 
did not sweat. It had become a stimulant for her, and she was amazed to 
feel herself wavering at the brink of cumming. He had learned that she 
often had several orgasms before he finished, and it worked out well, 
because he was once a night, no more, no less. Her hips bucked at his 
strong tongue, and she soared into ecstacy, waves of sensation rolling 
from her cunt. Her mouth sucked harder at his cock, and it went down 
her throat, forcing her to breathe noisily through her nose. Her leg 
over his shoulder pulled at his back, pulling the lapping jaws into her 
foaming box. Her body careened through its climax, her sweat adding a 
new odor.

She rolled to her back, suspecting he would want to fuck her mouth as 
he sensed her satisfaction. He went right with her, his hips beginning 
to surge into her wet lips glued to his member. He got it, she thought. 
He knows what to do. Oooh. His hind legs were spread as he pistoned 
into this new tunnel, wet but exciting. She arched back her head to 
make his access easier, feeling his tongue still lapping at her 
vibrating pussy. He had learned to penetrate into her vagina a couple 
of inches with his tongue, and was doing that now, then coming back out 
to her love button. The ardor she felt for him had her peaking again. 
God, I keep cumming and cumming, she gasped to herself.

It hit like a star burst, just as his hips began the accelerated 
thrusting that she recognized as the approach of his own orgasm. His 
growling was louder, as she vibrated with her soaring release. But 
doing it every night made him last longer. She couldn't tell if he was 
happy about that, but it was good for her. Her orgasm was flashing 
through her like lightning, and she arched into his body, luxuriating 
in the wonderful sensation. His hips were still fucking wildly, all the 
way down her throat, but she was able to breathe through her nose, and 
kept his cock freely penetrating her. It was wild and wonderful, 
filling her with excitement at her bestial abandon.

Her second cum eased, but she was still stimulated by his roaring 
fucking of her mouth and the pressure of his tongue in her box. She 
felt her passion slide down only a little, then begin to rise again. 
I've never enjoyed a man this much, she thought. Never cum so hard, so 
often, felt so good. She was growling as she sucked harder at his 
pistoning tool, wanting him to get off now, and knowing that it was 
close. She was writhing and twisting with this sensual coupling with 
her wolf lover.

His head lifted from her twat and he howled, as he often did. The sound 
got her off, its power creating a shock in her stomach that jumped down 
to her twat and started those waves of release once more. His spunk was 
pouring down her throat, as she swallowed convulsively. But it was too 
much, and she felt it leaking from her mouth as her own climax went on 
and on. She was growling and twisting at his underbelly, her arms 
wrapped tightly around his hips. His tongue returned to her cunt, 
sweetening her cum, as his jism dripped down her chin to her neck. 
Wild, wild, she rhapsodized.

His prick began to shrink, and she kept sucking. He had learned she 
liked cleaning it for him after he finished, and seemed to enjoy it 
too. He began licking not only her foaming pussy, but the hairy mound, 
then her belly and ass cheeks. She felt his mouth swabbing her ass 
hole, which was spasming with the sexy feeling rolling through her. She 
took one hand from his hips and spread some of the creamy liquid on her 
neck to her tits, rubbing it into her nipples. Oh, what a lover, what a 
fantastic experience. She couldn't get over the pleasure of this 
sexplay that would offend society so much.

Lupe edged off her, as her hand petted him around the ears. He plumped 
down beside her, knowing she would want to climb in the stream. She was 
staring up at the stars, happy beyond any past experience. She kept 
petting him."Lupe, my love, my wonderful partner. You're getting good 
at this. I hope you like it too." Her words seemed out of place in the 
cool little clearing that was their trysting place. Goddamn that man. 
Breaking her solitude, her free life. I have to find out more about 
him.

She bathed slowly, erotically enjoying the water on her bare skin, the 
soft moonlight that washed them. "Let's go take a look at this 
intruder," she murmured.


Gene realized there was something outside his tent when he heard one of 
his books rustle. He froze, wondering what to do. But he couldn't let 
some animal destroy them, or steal them. He turned out the lamp he had 
been reading by, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He had 
his army knife, and it was all he needed with any of the local animals. 
When he opened the tent flap, he saw that the book on Ecology had been 
moved, but not taken. Straining, he heard movement down the trail he 
used, and picked up his binoculars. He moved over to his right to a 
place that would give him a good view of whatever was retreating.

He saw a flash of white, and trained the binoculars on it. A shock hit 
his belly. The image was fuzzy, but it was clearly a woman running, and 
a wolf right on her heels. He could vaguely make out naked breasts 
bouncing, and her white ass showed no sign of clothing. She had long 
hair that was like a mane, almost down to her waist. Christ, she's 
moving fast, he thought. The wolf pulled ahead of her, seeming to want 
to protect her. He guessd it was the young male, one of the pups he was 
sure. At a year and a half it was fully grown, and would be ferocious. 
But it clearly was her pet.

She must be the resident of that house. She must have come to check him 
out. Well, she had a right, he supposed. He was at least a neighbor, 
and she must wonder what he was doing. But running around nude, at two 
in the morning? And what effect was she having on the wolves? If they 
had become domesticated in some way, it screwed up his study of their 
habits. He'd have to go see her and explain what he was doing. He'd 
like to know a woman who could move as well as she was.

He kept watching, and the white figure slowed to a jog, heading down. 
The wolf broke off and into the meadow. She stopped and seemed to turn 
and look back at him. Looking back to see if he was following? Watching 
the wolf? Then she disappeared into the woods on a trail he hadn't 
known was there. He watched the wolf trot back toward the pack's lair, 
then lowered the binoculars. He had a sinking feeling his study of 
wolves was doomed by the domestication she had managed, but he wondered 
how she had done it. In his observations so far, the three animals were 
much better fed than they had been the last time he saw them, and he 
wondered if she was feeding them.

One way or another, she obviously loved the animals, and he was happy 
to think they could now be safe from the rancher in the valley. Unless 
they had already been raiding. No, all he had seen was rabbits and deer 
in his inspection of their prey burial site. He had to talk to the 
woman. She had the answers.


Chapter Three

She saw him coming two hundred yards away, walking on the trail that 
would make him most visible. On purpose, she assumed, so as not to 
scare her. Merry wondered if he was mad that she had spied on his camp 
last night. What she had seen didn't tell her much, but it was not 
threatening. Ecology, and a telescope with a VCR. Observing something. 
Not her, from that spot. Maybe the wolves.

She had wakened a little early, because she had been shaken by giving 
herself away last night, though she was at a loss to know how. He must 
be very alert to have heard any sound from her stealthy investigation. 
Even Lupe had gone home early. She had not slept especially well, and 
felt her peaceful existence was threatened. But it was better that he 
come to see her, and get this out in the open.

He stopped just at the far end of her yard, still trying to be no 
threat. She was starting a deer loin roasting on the spit. Knowing he 
might come, she had jeans and a tee shirt on, and had put on a little 
makeup. "Hi. My name is Gene Brooks." "Meredith Hastings."

He was a great looking guy. Tall and lean, his jeans fit snugly to a 
well developed, broad shouldered body, a light plaid shirt with sleeves 
rolled up to his elbows making him look like an outdoorsman. His face 
was handsome and dark, and his look was wary. He's as nervous about me 
as I am about him, she realized. "Come on in, can I offer you a glass 
of water." Her civility seemed to put him more at ease, and he walked 
closer.

Then she saw the look in his eyes, old before their time. He's been 
hurt. But there was also something out of control there. A dangerous 
man in some way. An interesting man. "Come on in the house" she said, 
surprised at the warmth in her voice. As they entered, she motioned him 
to the couch. She brought him a glass of water from the kitchen. "It's 
from that spring, I think it's pretty clean. The water flows out of the 
mountain, and there's nothing up there to screw it up." "I've been all 
the way to the top, and there really isn't. Unless something's happened 
in the last year."

She sat down on the other section of the sofa and waited for him to 
speak. He stared at her, as if trying to see inside her. She held his 
gaze without flinching. Finally, he began. "Look, I came up here doing 
a study of free range wolves a year and a half ago. This house was 
empty then. It took me this long to get back here to finish what I 
started. I didn't mean to interfere with you, I was just trying to 
avoid upsetting you." He looked away, breaking their eye contact for 
the first time. "I just wanted to study the wolves. You'd be surprised 
at how dumb a lot of the ideas academics have about them are. Or maybe 
you wouldn't. Anyway, a couple of things I saw were called impossible, 
and I wanted to prove what I said." He looked into her eyes again. "And 
I was worried about them. The range is getting squeezed, and I was 
afraid they'd have to raid the ranch down in the valley for food. When 
I left, there were three pups. There's just the one now. Have you seen 
the other two?" He let the question hang in the air.

She held his gaze as she wondered how to respond. She was feeling 
intrigued, a little flustered, but excited at human contact. It was 
pleasanter than she had expected. I guess I haven't gone completely 
wild, she decided. When she began, the words seemed to come in a rush.

"No, I've just seen the male and female, and the young one. My dad used 
to own that ranch, but they sold it when he died six years ago. My mom 
died three weeks ago, and it turned out she had bought this place to 
give me. I came up after the funeral, and haven't left. I suppose it's 
therapy, but I've never been happier in my life. You change things." 
She was surprised that she said that last. "I don't want to offend you, 
but I was enjoying being so alone." He was smiling. "Yeah, that's one 
of the things that made me come back. Being up here is so natural." He 
ducked his head again. "I don't feel so angry at the world up here."

He stopped, and she said nothing. She looked at his downcast face. She 
got up and sat beside him. "Gene, you're not what I feared. Stay for 
dinner, and let's get to know each other. We both love the wolves." She 
put an arm around him. "You saw me last night. You know my little 
secret. One of them. It's funny, I don't mind. I thought I would." She 
put her hand in his thick black hair. It was clean and he smelled of 
soap. "I like being natural. And I feel like talking. I didn't realize 
how much I missed it."

Gene was taken completely by surprise at how young she was as he walked 
up to her home. Then, as her direct gaze and unflinching, frank 
appraisal of him showed her confidence, he realized she wasn't typical 
of any girls he had ever known. He was used to women being impressed 
with his looks, blushing when they first met him. But Meredith just 
took him in, and accepted him quickly. She was without doubt the most 
gorgeous female he had ever met.

Her trim body was full, and her face was wild. The long hair, held in a 
loose ponytail, curled like a mane. She moved with such lithe power 
that he felt instant desire walking into the house behind her. Then the 
way she reacted to their first ten minutes, so direct and unmannered, 
had him confused. He couldn't read her eyes. But he didn't feel the 
usual desire to make her a conquest. Somehow, he knew she couldn't be 
tamed. She was sexy beyond belief.

After she invited him for dinner, with the little physical gesture, she 
said "Let's have a beer, and I'll show you the rest of the house." They 
walked around, and she talked freely about why she loved the place, and 
her pleasure in seeming to be back home again, in this wilderness she 
had grown up with. From the bedroom, she pointed out a couple of trails 
he hadn't known about, and the one he had used. She seemed to have 
decided to trust him, and that confused him too. Women usually picked 
up on his lack of easy affection.

Then he began to spill his guts to her, talking about the army, his 
anger at the higher ups, his easy survival where others struggled. It 
poured out, and she asked questions of amazing perception. She thought 
the same way he did, from the ground up, wondering what the jungle 
floor was like, what animals lived there, what kind of plants grew, and 
how everything survived together. He found himself describing his 
fighting, the adrenelin rush that was always followed by regret, the 
part of his mind that was frustrated by the injustices. Her eyes always 
held his, and she neither sympathized nor criticized. He had never felt 
so comfortable with a woman. He began wondering what she thought of 
him.

He slowed down as they sat outside to eat. The meal she had prepared so 
casually was superb. She began to talk about the garden she was 
planning. He talked about what he had seen so far of the wolf pack, and 
then asked her about how she had gotten the young one so tame. "Oh, he 
isn't tame. He just likes me." "Do you think it'll change their 
habits?" "Well, I help Lupe hunt sometimes, but aside from that, I 
don't feed them or anything. I would if they needed it, though." They 
both relaxed and conversation seemed unnecessary. They were sitting at 
a card table with two lawn chairs facing the setting sun. He helped her 
clear the dishes.

As they finished, standing close together in the kitchen, she stared at 
him, then seemed to come to a decision. "Gene, now is the time of night 
I go native. Don't get the wrong idea." She pulled the tee shirt over 
her head, tossing it on the counter. She pushed the jeans down and off 
her feet, leaving the sandals she had been wearing on the tiles. She 
held his eyes as she stood before him, nude. "You can leave if you 
want. I don't want you to. I don't spend evenings in the house."

He was having trouble breathing. She was attractive dressed, but like 
this she was a carnal vision. Her tits were not oversize, but full and 
firm, jutting out from her chest. The nipples were small and brown. Her 
body's broad shoulders curved down to a narrow waist, then flared 
slightly to her trim hips. Her long legs were slim. Even standing 
still, muscle showed all over her, from her flat midsection to the 
thighs. Her pussy was hairy and large, protruding saucily. She licked 
her lips as he stared at her.

"Do what you want, Gene. I won't be offended if you don't join my way. 
But I'd like you to try it." She walked out the door, into the dusk. 
His blood was boiling. He took his clothes off. His prick was standing 
up hard. He reflexively put his hand down to cover himself as he walked 
out to join her. She smiled when she saw him hiding himself, and as he 
got to her, she reached down to take his hand away. She stared at his 
throbbing tool frankly. "I thought it would probably be big. I know I'm 
sexy looking. I wondered how to handle this all through dinner." She 
took a step to him, and stretched up to kiss his lips lightly. The head 
of his cock poked at her stomach. He heard her sigh. "You have a nice 
body. Lets go down to the stream."

She took his hand and they walked through the woods to the stream. She 
waded right in. He followed, feeling the shock of the cold water. He 
reclined beside her, unable to take his eyes from her tits poking above 
the water. When she ducked her head under, he did the same. A feeling 
of naturalness was beginning take the place of shock. He stayed under, 
his mind returning to the many weeks of isolation he had endured. He 
lost himself in the feeling of well being this beautiful spot gave him. 
When he surfaced she was lying on her side beside him, watching him. 
"The look in your eyes. The hurt and anger. Can this place take it 
away?" "I don't know" he quavered. She leaned over and pressed her 
mouth to his, her lips slightly open. He reached for her, but she 
pushed his arm away.

"I'm no virgin, Gene. And no shrinking violet either. You turn me on. 
But I don't want a jealous man, or a mental cripple." She rose and 
stood in front of him, wiping water off with her hands, making her tits 
move, her flesh ripple. "If we make love, you have to know that I'm a 
creature of these woods, and won't stop. You can't make me something 
else." She reached for him, and as he took her hand, pulled him out of 
the water. "Don't take me if you can't live with that. And promise me 
you'll try to heal your mind." She backed out of the stream, pulling 
him with her.

Out of the water, she pressed herself to him. She put her lips close to 
his ear, and breathed softly "In return, I can be all the woman you can 
handle. Day or night, any way you want it, anywhere you want it. I'll 
suck your cock, eat your cum, let you stick it in my ass, be naked for 
you all the time." His prick was jumping. "I know you can't make 
promises with your prick up. But when you're alone, remember what I've 
said. I'll know if you try to bullshit me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his, their 
mouths opening, tongues swirling. His mind was whirling with desire for 
her. She pulled herself off the ground and wrapped her legs around his 
hips, beginning to growl into his mouth. His hands gripped her taut ass 
cheeks, pulling her furry cunt against his pelvis. Their kiss had him 
so excited he was shaking. He lowered her back to the ground. He could 
feel her grinding at him, almost snarling into his mouth with passion.

He tore his mouth from hers and started to lower his head toward her 
cunt. He could smell musk he thought must be her cream. She grabbed his 
head."No, not this time. I'm already hot. You can smell me, can't you? 
Don't worry, I can get off quick. You don't have to work at it. I'm 
enjoying kissing you." She pulled him back on top of her, and wrapped 
her legs around him again. "Stick that big cock deep inside. Fill me 
up." She pushed her mouth to his, sucking hard. His member slipped into 
her without guidance, as though they had made love many times. He heard 
her groaning, felt the vibration.

He began thrusting slow but deep, amazed at her ability to take his 
whole tool so easily. He felt her tits pressing against his chest, and 
her legs pulled with each inward stroke. Suddenly, she threw her head 
back, gurgling "Cumming, oh cumming, lover. Oh fill me up. Ooooh." He 
had never had a woman get off so quickly, but her hips never stopped 
meeting his thrusts. Her head twisted with pleasure as he felt her 
cuntal contractions, but she kept bucking up at him as he drove into 
her moist box. The strength of her legs urging him on was amazing.

As she seemed to relax and complete her orgasm, she once again pressed 
her mouth to his. Her tongue stuck deep in his mouth as he sucked on 
it. Then he pushed his own deep between her lips, and she sucked at it 
noisily. She was still groaning throatily as they writhed together. His 
heat was rising fast. She was defeating his efforts to control his 
need, and he felt himself losing conscious control. But the pleasure 
was intense, as his pistoning prick pounded in and out of this 
gorgeous, aroused, animal woman. He lost himself in her body.

Merry sensed his abandonment of conscious thought. It was as though he 
had wanted to prove himself a good lover, and then realized that she 
didn't need such careful treatment. She had tried to show him that what 
she wanted was his unthinking passion, and he was finally getting the 
idea. She smiled with the pleasure of their faces kissing. Lupe 
couldn't do that. Gene's cock was bigger than the wolf's, too. She was 
feeling another climax coming as his throbbing flesh penetrated her so 
deliciously. He penetrated deeper than the wolf, and did not spread her 
opening as wide. The pressure on her clitty was from the base of his 
cock, and felt better than Lupe.

Her next cum was close, and she began babbling. "Oh you're so big, so 
good, so hot in my pussy. Keep fucking, get me off, here I go again, 
cum with me lover, fill me up, oooh yeah, yeah." The sparks jumped out 
of her cunt again, zipping up to her tits, making her spasm 
convulsively against him. She felt herself contracting around his tool, 
and suddenly his spunk was shooting up inside her. He gave a long low 
moan of release, as his hips frantically pummeled her, making her 
climax sweet and longer than usual. "Good, good, good, neat, oooooooh." 
She was licking at his ear as he began to slow down.

They cuddled on the leafy forest floor, the night cool around them. She 
studied his face lying there with closed eyes. Their lovemaking had 
calmed him a little. "Can you get it up again, Gene? Cause I have 
plenty of energy left." His eyes opened. "I got outside myself, Merry. 
I wasn't thinking. It's what you wanted, isn't it? How come you're so 
smart?" "I think I'm just uncomplicated. I don't buy society's shit. 
Take tonight. I wanted you, and I thought you probably wanted me. Why 
wait, why put it off. And there's something about you that makes me 
want to make you happy. I've been more selfish than that sometimes." 
She smiled and leaned down to kiss him again, while her hand drifted to 
his slippery prick. It lurched up when she touched it. "Uh huh, thought 
so. You have some energy left too."

They made love again, slower now, more languidly, first sixty nining, 
letting their bodies heat up, then with her on top. She would pump at 
him sitting up, offering her tits to his mouth, his hands. Then she 
would lean down to suck at his lips, tonguing him, murmuring to him. 
"Oh Gene, it's so good, so lovely, you're so deep in me, it feels 
sooooo good. Thats it, get me that way, oh lover." She came again after 
a while, but he kept going, riding a passionate surf, wanting it to 
last forever. Her thick mane of auburn hair was all around them, and he 
abandoned himself again, as she started pumping toward her fourth 
orgasm. They came together, with him in a sitting position, her legs 
gripping his hips, grinding their pubic bones against each other. It 
was a long, wonderful climax for them both, strong and high. He spurted 
into her four times, making her gasp as the spunk leaked out into their 
humping groins.

They bathed afterwards, rubbing each other, not talking. Only after he 
had dressed and left did his mind begin to ask questions. She had 
whispered to him "Bring your things tomorrow, lover. Stay the night. 
We're having rabbit. And I'll show you how I hunt." How could this 
work, he wondered. She didn't seem to think about the future at all. He 
had understood that she had an independent income. How could he keep 
his study going and still spend the whole night awake with her? What 
did she ultimately want?


Chapter Four

When Lupe came that night, he wouldn't approach her. Even when she 
fingered herself to make her cream flow, and she could see him sniffing 
it, he just jumped around at the edge of the clearing. He kept sniffing 
at the ground, and she concluded he could smell Gene. He was excited, 
horny she guessed, but still stayed away from her. Finally, he started 
running down a path, then stopping to look at her, then running that 
way again. He wants me to follow him, she concluded.

He led her to a spot upstream, with deeper, thicker cover, still beside 
the water, but on the other side. He walked daintily through the very 
shallow ford, and she followed. As soon as she got to the clearing, he 
started licking at her pussy. She dropped to all fours, and he mounted 
her. Gene had drained much of her energy, and she relaxed as he pumped 
into her, nonetheless having a small climax when he howled his release. 
Gene would be interested in that, she thought. He and I somehow 
violated his turf, and so he chose another spot.

She cleaned his cock in her ritual finish of their lovemaking, and 
couldn't see any evidence of disappointment in the wolf. How could I 
tell, she wondered. She didn't feel up to a run tonight. Her mind kept 
returning to the man. What would happen if Lupe met Gene? How would 
Gene feel if he knew what she was doing? She walked back to her stream 
and bathed, and Lupe did not follow. I am what I am, she thought, and 
Gene was going to have to accept that. Yet, she had to admit a wolf was 
unusual competition. She brought a beer down to the stream, and as she 
bathed sleepily, drank it slowly.

To the embracing night, she whispered "There's a lot of good, maybe 
some problems here. I'll follow my instincts until they do me wrong." A 
soft breeze seemed to give her approval. Her body felt vibrant. She had 
to admit the man fucked her better than the wolf, and he had his own 
wildness. And he had some need she seemed to want to fill, if she 
could.

He arrived the next day to find her in the kitchen. She wore a thong 
style white bikini bathing suit, as she prepared a rabbit for roasting. 
He could see little tufts of black hair at the edge of the thong. He 
murmured "Merry". "I heard you, Gene. But I wanted to see how you would 
be, what you would do. You passed the first test by not acting as 
though you owned me just 'cause you fucked me." She put down the knife 
she had been using and came to him, kissing him deeply. Both were 
surprised at the tingling they felt from being together. "Let me show 
you where you can put your things."

As he put a few clothes in the drawer, and his toiletries in the 
bathroom, she watched his movements with pleasure. He's not self 
conscious, she felt. Just pissed off. "Put something more comfortable 
on, and come downstairs." As she was finishing basting the rabbit, she 
heard his bare feet on the stairs, and looked to see him wearing just a 
jock strap. He grinned at her. "It's pretty functional. If you want to 
run, remember my plumbing's on the outside." She grinned. "You learn 
fast, sailor." She took the rabbit out to the spit, and he helped her 
start a fire. As they stood together watching the meat begin to cook, 
he moved behind her, pressing his hips to her ass, his chest to her 
back. His hands began roaming over her, dipping inside the bra, and 
cupping her furry box under the thong. She found herself responding to 
his touch with pleasure, pushing back to him.

She stepped forward, turned, and stripped off the tiny suit. "I love 
being naked, Gene. I'm amazed at how you turn me on. Take me, right 
here. right now, hard and savage." She dropped to her hands and knees 
beside the hearth, wiggling her ass at him. His mouth found her pussy 
from behind, wetting her down, tonguing her clit. He was good at it, 
and her cream began to flow. As her eyes closed, and she began to moan, 
she felt him feeding his cock into her, and start a slow, deep 
thrusting. His hands came around to her tits. He started murmuring in 
her ear.

"Merry, Merry, I want to ask you so much, but I can't think of anything 
but us together. I meant to be cool, restrained, but I wanted to fuck 
the minute I saw you today. Ooh, god, ooh." One hand left her breast 
and moved to her clitty, diddling it tenderly. She felt thrills 
starting to radiate, and began surging back to his cock. His member 
touched all her passage, and its friction kept her rising to new 
heights. She relaxed to the pleasure of their writhing bodies, so much 
like with Lupe, yet so much better. When her ass cheeks pushed at his 
groin, he sighed with urgent excitement. His head buried in her hair 
smelled soap, no perfume, just natural hints of the woods.

Gene's mind had gone dormant again, as he thrust into her from the 
back. He was starting to let himself go with the fantastic sensual 
freedom of their late afternoon nakedness, here in the open, grunting 
at each other with abandon. Her pussy seemed to caress all his cock, 
welcoming him, nurturing his spirit. Sex had never been so easy and 
uncomplicated before. She was bringing him into her animal world, where 
things were simple. They were turned on to each other, so get off. No 
coy teasing, no affectation. Pure pleasure in the moment.

He realized that was always what he liked about being alone with 
nature. She had made a world that let the two of them be just that way, 
and challenged him to embrace it with her. As he felt climax approach, 
it was as though he was going to release not only his sexual tension, 
but the inhibitions of society. She had a head start on such a life, 
but in that moment, he knew abandoning himself to this existence was a 
gift to his soul, and that he could embrace it fully.

He growled with his release, opening his mouth and gripping her throat 
lightly with his lips, sucking flesh in, and nibbling with his teeth. 
He felt the thrills of completion as the spunk shot out into her. She 
was squealing with her own orgasm, twisting her head as he ate at her 
tender neck, while her hips squirmed violently back at him. "Gene, 
Gene" she gurgled. "Bite me, take me, wow." As his hips jumped in her 
jerkily, with the last drops oozing from his tool, he realized his 
heart was full of the rapture of this moment, and for the first time in 
years, there was no anger.

They waited for their cumming to subside, and walked to the stream, 
bathing and rubbing each other wordlessly. Finally he asked "Are you as 
amazed as I am with how natural we seem to be together? I know you've 
been living like this for weeks, but I've never felt this close to 
someone after twenty four hours." She looked at him with her 
characteristic directness. "I'm trying not to let you get to me, Gene. 
But no, I've never been this close to a man, no matter how long I've 
known him." She sighed and kissed him tenderly. "We're just animals, 
after all, and you seem to be getting in touch with that in yourself. 
Maybe I can show you the way, but you're walking the path."

His hands tangled in her hair, letting his fingers move through the wet 
mass. They kissed again, without passion, and he realized that she was 
taking away his loneliness somehow. She giggled and jumped up 
energetically. "Let's go get a deer. I'm low. I'll show you how I do 
it."

They walked back to the house, and she went inside while he pulled on 
the supporter. When she came out, she had a large hunting knife, and 
was making a scabbard for it with braids in her hair. When she 
finished, the weapon rode on her back, cushioned by her mass of curls. 
She trotted onto the path, and they jogged easily together. "I get 
runner's high, Gene. It feels great. Do you?" "I've felt it Merry. I'm 
not sure I'm in good enough shape now, though." But to his surprise, 
after the first mile, he began to feel the euphoria, as he saw her 
smiling with the stimulation of their exertion. After another half 
mile, he grabbed her and kissed her urgently, wallowing in the sensual 
joy they were sharing. She grinned erotically as they stared at each 
other, chests heaving with the exercise. There was a question in her 
eyes.

"No, I just wanted to kiss you," he gasped. "I liked it, sailor" she 
breathed. He started jogging again, and she giggled as she caught up 
with him. Around one turn three miles further, they saw a deer run into 
the woods to their right. Merry stopped and watched it, waiting for her 
breathing to slow. She reached behind her head for the knife. Going 
down the path to the deer's point of entry, she squatted and urinated 
in several places, then retraced her steps. He watched wordlessly, 
seeing that she intended to circle the animal and trap it between the 
spot she had marked and her attacking direction.

As she started into the forest, moving with the lithe power he admired, 
he followed. She looped out about two hundred yards, then began moving 
back towards her trap. They both saw the deer at the same time, and 
froze. They were downwind, so their scent was carried away. She's good 
at this, he thought. She began closing in, almost silently. He stayed 
still. Suddenly, the deer saw her, and turned and ran back the way it 
had come, right into the marked trap. Merry gave chase, and he 
followed, admiring her fantastic body in full stride, leaping over 
obstacles, straining toward her kill. The knife flashed in her left 
hand.

When the deer stopped, sensing the smell ahead, she lept on its 
shoulders, pulling it down, with her strong legs wrapped around its 
neck. As they fell together, the blade sliced its throat open, cutting 
the windpipe, and opening several major blood vessels. She held it down 
for the few moments before its struggles died out. As she heard the 
death rattle, a grin of triumph lit her face. Their eyes met as he 
approached. He felt mostly admiration at the prowess of her hunt, but 
also a certain tingle of lust for this constantly surprising woman, so 
fierce as she wrestled with the dying animal.

He wasn't really very shocked when she buried her head in the oozing 
throat, drinking the blood. He had done it before, in the jungle, 
because they had taught him about the nutritional value of it. 
Wordlessly, as she watched him intently, he knelt and joined her, 
tasting the thick, salty essence. After a few moments, as the flow 
slowed, they raised their heads, within inches of each other. Their 
mouths pressed together, sharing the fruits of her hunt. Adrenilin was 
combining with their euphoria, and the pleasure of the successful kill. 
They tumbled to the pine needles beside the carcass, writhing at each 
other in brutal passion.

Her hands went to the jock strap and pulled it off. His cock jerked up, 
fully hard. Without breaking the powerful kiss, she inserted him into 
her vaginal tunnel, and lying on top of him, began to grind her hips up 
and down. He could smell her musk, the odors of the dead animal, and 
their sweat mingling in a heady natural perfume. She was gasping into 
his mouth, as his heart raced with the incredible but sensual fucking.

After the noises of the killing, the quiet now was interrupted only by 
their grunting, moaning lovemaking. He was spinning into a vortex of 
pleasure, as he heard her growling with her pummeling of him. "Hunh, 
hunh, oooh, aagh." He was humping up at her with each of her thrusts, 
and part of his mind was screaming with desire for release, while 
another part marveled at her abandon, and his embracing of it all. His 
hands went into her hair, grabbling handfuls and pulling her face to 
his.

Again, she finished quickly and wildly. "Cummmmm, cumming, oooooh." she 
squealed, her hips accelerating their pumping. He began his own climax, 
squirting jism frantically into her pussy. They kept humping, 
lengthening the powerful release, seeming to go on and on together. He 
was still feeling zings of sensation as he shot again and again. She 
was moaning with the contractions of her cuntal passage around his 
swollen member. She started licking at his face, tasting the blood 
again, and his salty sweat. His hands began rubbing her shouders 
through the curly mane at her back.

She finally relaxed, staying on top of him, but stretching her legs out 
to press against his. She was licking at his neck now, and his hands 
were kneading her ass cheeks, feeling her muscles slowly unwind. There 
was no sound except their heavy breathing. He was softening, but she 
wriggled down to keep him inside her. They lay there for minutes, 
luxuriating in the intimacy that they were sharing. Suddenly, he heard 
a rustle of leaves to their left, and saw the yellow eyes of a wolf.

His heart jumped, and he looked around for the knife. She felt his 
movements and whispered "Keep still, darling." She crawled toward the 
animal. Gene heard no growl, but a little whine. She reached out and 
rubbed its neck. The wolf began licking her face. Then she rolled over 
to her back, and the animal's jaws went toward her hairy mound. Gene 
tensed again. But the animal just sniffed, then began licking. Then its 
head turned toward him.

"I think he's jealous, Gene. Please don't hurt him." The wolf stared at 
his rival. What's going on in his mind? What did she mean, jealous? The 
wolf put its head lower, and he recognized a sign of submission, trying 
to put him at ease. It took a step, and sniffed at his groin. He 
steeled himself to go for the knife if he had to, but the animal just 
began licking at his chest, tasting the blood of the deer. He heard 
Merry whispering "He wants to make peace, I think. He must understand 
about human mating."

She crawled back to him, and put an arm around its shoulders. "Lupe, 
meet Gene." As the wolf licked him, she crawled around and swallowed 
the man's prick. She could taste their mixed juices, and it pulsed as 
she worked it around in her mouth, licking from the base to the still 
leaking head. Lupe turned from Gene, watched her for a moment, then 
returned to making friends with this new human.

An hour later, they were resting in the stream, the deer skinned and 
gutted, hanging in the yard. The rabbit was almost ready, and she was 
humming softly as they rubbed and rolled with each other in the cold, 
stimulating water. She nestled to him, with her hand on his soft pinus. 
"Lupe makes love to me too, Gene" she whispered. He felt shock, though 
he had been wondering if something like that was possible. But his cock 
jumped with the sexy picture of the animal mounting her, and she 
giggled when she felt it. "Now you know all my secrets, darling. And 
I'm not fighting my feeling for you anymore. You were wonderful 
tonight, and the look isn't there. You can come watch him fuck me 
tonight, if you want." She kissed him softly, cooing as her tongue 
worked at the inside of his mouth. "And if you can't handle it, leave 
tomorrow, and I won't blame you."

As she rose from the water, wiping water from her body with her hands, 
he watched her tawny butt, the heavy slit beneath, the pert, firm tits, 
nipples red and erect, her midsection rippling with her motions, the 
long legs so strong yet shapely, the gorgeous, fierce features in her 
face so attractive. The only thought he had was a deep need to be with 
her. She had been right; she was all the woman he could handle, and 
then some.

At dinner, she told him about the curious behavior Lupe had shown about 
where they met. "It's as though he understands, but won't do it in the 
same place if I've been there with you." "It must be something to do 
with territory. They're very private in mating. That's how I knew the 
Yellowstone wolves were fucked up, they would couple right out in the 
open." "I didn't know how he would act when he met you. I guess it's 
any friend of yours is a friend of mine." "How would you feel about my 
photographing you with Lupe? It's really curious behavior, and may 
explain why he hasn't left the pack yet." He smiled at her. "I'll cut 
off your face." "Don't bother, lover. I'm not ashamed at all. It would 
turn me on if the whole world knew."

She was late to her tryst with her animal lover, but he was waiting. 
She let him lick her to a climax, knowing Gene was watching, and taking 
pictures. As he mounted her, she looked back to where she knew he was 
hiding, and grinned for the camera. Years later, the photo generated a 
great deal of interest among the University's professors, even though 
only the Doctoral committee saw the unretouched original. Although she 
said she wouldn't mind, he never allowed his thesis to be published.


Chapter Five

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.

The mouth kept sucking and licking, as she heaved to it. Her passion 
made her eat the wonderful meat in her own mouth even more vigorously, 
and low moans were coming from them all. Laura could have let this go 
forever, as she luxuriated in the sexy situation. But Gene whispered 
"Wait. Lets make this first time perfect." He scrambled down to replace 
Merry between the lush pale legs of their new conquest, and guided her 
hips over Laura's face. He rubbed the head of his tool against the 
foaming wet cunt as Laura stared up into the fat hairy mound above her 
that was sinking toward her mouth. She was vibrating with excitement as 
she tasted the wild, animal musk, licking frantically for more. The 
tawny odor was filling her with desire, while her vaginal tunnel slowly 
filled with the large cock sinking into her.

As she licked and sucked, she realized she heard frenzied groaning, and 
felt Merry's bottom grinding at her. The girl was cumming, cream 
flowing into the hungry mouth eating her body. God this woman is sexy, 
Laura thought. Gene's thrusting prick was raising her fast. She wanted 
this to go on forever. Her mind was filled with lust for both these 
amazingly uninhibited lovers, different possible sexual acts flashing 
through her mind. Her hips were bucking into his, seeking fulfillment. 
She didn't remember him being such a thoughtful man during sex.

The fury of their lovemaking rose, as the cool night air made their 
couplings seem pure and sweet. It became mindless thrill seeking for 
them all. No thought of convention interfered with the wild abandon of 
their natural desires. Laura wasn't consciously comparing, but had 
never fucked with such animal lust. Her opulent body was instincively 
trying to please her lovers, and herself. She strained at the bodies 
using her, and being used.

Her hands reached up to cover the two on her breasts, urging them to 
knead them more energetically, pinching her nipples.The furry cunt at 
her mouth was grinding again, and Laura lost control as her climax 
signalled its approach in her spasming hips, and groaning tonguing of 
the hole above her. She felt she was being squeezed through a 
blossoming fire of delight, as zinging jolts radiated from her pussy, 
filling her lush flesh. Gene's cock was pistoning hard, twitching her 
clit at each stroke.

Suddenly, she exploded in sensual fire, raising her legs to bring his 
tool down to her ovaries, feeling her clit sending fires out in her 
groin, gasping into the spasming pussy at her mouth. She twisted and 
writhed, unaware of the lurid picture her movements made for her two 
partners, each of whom was gasping with release. Waves of sensation 
rolled through her, the odors of her cum mixing with Merry's, the 
contracting cunt squeezing her tongue. Liquid was gushing into her 
tunnel, adding to her sense of being completely filled.

It was a cum that kept going incredibly, washing her body in release. 
Gene was still pumping slowly, maintaining the pressure on her clitty, 
as she felt herself starting to come down. She sighed as Merry rose, 
twisted around, and kissed her deeply, her tongue seeking to share the 
juice from her own climax. Gene's hand was massaging her tummy as her 
hips came to rest. The hands were still kneading her breasts, as the 
tingling in her nipples gradually subsided. She was mewling with 
pleasure as the cock left her, and the two cuddled to her body.

Laura was dazed by her incredible passion. At that moment, she felt 
they had gotten her off better than ever before, and what surprised her 
was the energy she still felt. She sighed with disappointment as Gene 
left to go up to his camp, and Merry went into the woods. Alone, she 
began rubbing her body. The warm air, the moonlight, and the sound of 
the stream made her continue to tingle.

When neither Gene nor Merry came back after a few minutes, she rose and 
walked back toward the house. She was still turned on, wandering 
through the moonlight, finding the path in the woods, slowly losing 
herself in the warm air, luxuriating in the sensual power of the night. 
She would take a few steps down the path, then stop to listen to the 
soft rustle of the wind, and the little noises in the forest. Her 
nakedness seemed so natural. Her hands rubbed her flesh, keeping her 
keening tension high. Pale light would mottle the trees and bushes, 
creating a changing interplay of dark green and black. She felt herself 
breathing, and brushing against leaves would zing her body. She wanted 
more.

Returning to the house, she came to the tree where the two rabbits were 
hanging. Only one had been killed, blood drying on its fur. The other 
was still twitching, and she remembered the blood on her two lovers. A 
shiver of lust ran through her. She reached out to touch the fur on the 
ungutted animal.

Suddenly she felt hands on her breasts, and Merry whispered "We like to 
drink the blood, Laura. We're all animals, and it gets us excited, and 
nourishes us." One hand dipped into her crotch, a finger touching the 
clitty. Lips sucked at her neck. "Would you like to share our ritual?" 
The civilized, sensual woman felt the primitive urge to embrace their 
world, and murmured "It's so sexy, so raw. Yes, yes, everything."

The hands left her body, and the tawny girl used the knife to slit the 
throat of the small rabbit. As if in a trance, Laura pressed her open 
mouth to the deep slash, sucking warm nectar, feeling it wet her face, 
and drip down her neck to her titties. She was vibrating with the 
sensual pleasure of this brutal act. Merry rubbed her face in the 
liquid, smearing herself. Then she slowly moved her face to Laura's, 
kissing the blood smeared mouth. The blonde was moaning with 
excitement, and pressed her body to the slim girl. Visions of Merry as 
a primitive priestess danced in her mind.

They fell to the grass, mouths sucking, tongues dueling, tasting the 
salty sourness, erotic sensation coursing through their bodies. Their 
two cunts were humping at each other, as they groaned with the urgent 
need for release. Laura was dimly aware of her lover groaning with a 
climax, but mindlessly kept twitching at the hairy mound surging at her 
splayed twat. She kept rising in heat, as their spasming pubic bones 
bumped frantically. Their breasts were pillowing together, both feeling 
their hard nipples. The sensitivity of her body amazed the now groaning 
blonde vixen.

Merry broke their embrace, and rose briefly, as the two gazed at each 
other, gasping with need. The vision of each of the different but 
gorgeous females stimulated the urgency of their coupling, here in the 
moonlight, smeared in blood, acting out their deepest animal urges. 
Then, Merry twisted around to wrap her lips around the pale pussy with 
its wispy red hair, while her own heavy mound pressed to the red mouth 
with its panting want. They concentrated on the clits stiffened by 
their passion, sucking and licking, moaning wildly. As they writhed at 
each other, both were lost in the moment, striving for completion.

Gene came back just as Merry orgasmed in frenzied twisting against 
Laura's mouth, spread wide to eat the cream flowing freely from the 
auburn vaginal passage contracting in release. He felt his cock stiffen 
with the sight of the two clutched together. As she writhed in climax, 
Merry looked up to see him staring at the erotic picture they made in 
the pale moonlight. She smiled with pleasure for herself, then rose 
from the opulent body beneath her. The blonde groaned with her 
unfinished need roiling her body.

"Finish her, darling. Let me watch you fuck her." Gene pressed himself 
to Merry, kissing her passionately, then dropped to his knees over the 
voluptuous softness groaning on the grass. Laura sighed as she felt him 
sucking at her full breasts, licking the nipples wetly. Her pussy 
bucked at his stomach, seeking his prick. He pushed two fingers into 
the steaming moistness of her cunt, massaging the nerve tissue swelled 
with blood. She smelled of the woods, her perfume, and the rabbit's 
essence. His face in her tit seemed surrounded in flesh.

Merry was kneeling beside them, watching as Gene reluctantly gave up 
the succulent mounds and kissed Laura, mouth open in excitement, and 
guided his thick member into the creaming hole already wide to him. He 
drove to its full depth, as a moan escaped her throat. He began a slow 
fucking motion, coming halfway out with each stroke, but the writhing 
woman under him wrapped her legs around his hips and increased the 
tempo of his thrusts. Her mouth muffled by the lean handsome man, she 
mumbled "Make me come, Gene. Please, oh get me off. Oooh, yeah like 
that. Hurry, hurry."

Laura was vibrating frantically, full of the cock pummeling her bucking 
twat. Her eyes were closed as she frowned with concentration on her 
clit starting to zing with nearing satisfaction. She felt the pleasure 
of their conquest of her being, as she gave herself to wild humping up 
to the male meat goring her. Her feeling of being their sextoy was a 
surrender of startling change from her civilized life, and the freedom 
made her soar into a fantastic red haze of orgasmic thrills. Climax 
raged from her cunt outward, filling her completely. She groaned as she 
felt his jism spitting in her welcoming vagina, as her cuntal muscles 
contracted around him. She threw back her head with her surging release 
of tension, still bucking her hips.

Her head was rolling back and forth with her pleasure, and even as the 
jingling calmed, she was stuporous, floating in a sexual pool. She felt 
herself lifted and carried to her bed, where two mouths kissed her. As 
she began drifting into sleep, Merry whispered "Welcome, Laura." The 
buxom woman fell asleep with one hand at her breast, the other in her 
sopping pussy, groaning softly. Her lovers watched the sensual beauty 
with anticipation of more sexual adventure.

The strawberry blonde never ran with them, or hunted. She conducted her 
experiments, hiking up the mountain to throw non-toxic marking 
chemicals in the stream, her instruments testing the speed with which 
they were diluted and neutralized by the natural processes operating on 
the downstream water. At night, they indulged in erotic sexplay, and 
Laura found herself luxuriating in the freedom and daring of it. She 
didn't stay up all night. There was no jealousy between Merry and Gene, 
as though their relationship encouraged sexual adventure.

They quickly discovered that Laura did not have multiple orgasms close 
together, but as the mountain, their constant nudity, and the sensual 
atmosphere pervaded her, she wanted two or three fucks each night. They 
accommodated her happily, luxuriating in her soft, dreamy seeking of 
constant stimulation. Her full, ripe curves, pale and cushioning skin, 
and willing accommodation of every kind of act were erotic additions to 
their life. She often asked one or both to make love to her as she went 
to bed at one or two in the morning.

Merry loved the novelty of watching Gene fuck the sensuous blonde. 
Somehow, she seemed to participate in Laura's orgasms, often diddling 
herself to release. The first time she just watched them, but later 
liked to press herself to whichever was on top, getting herself off 
with them. The woman to woman enjoyment was new to her, but she found 
it novel and exciting.

"I've never been this horny in my life" Laura told them one evening. 
"It's as though I just want to cum all the time." Merry told her how 
similar her own feelings were. "I think it's our natural instinct freed 
in this environment."

Often after their first evening coupling and dinner, the girl would 
leave them, and return a little later. On the fourth night, as she and 
Gene lolled in the water, she didn't come back. He whispered "Let's go 
watch them, Laura." She didn't understand that, but followed him 
several hundred yards through the woods. He led her to a spot downwind 
from the stream and pointed to a clearing on the other side. As her 
eyes focused, she saw Merry with one of the wolves between her legs. 
Gene handed her the binoculars.

My god, they're making love, she thought. She could see the wolf 
licking at the girl's groin, and the wriggling of Merry's body showed 
her pleasure. She looked at Gene and started to speak, but he signalled 
her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Raising the binoculars 
again, she saw Merry had now gotten on all fours, and the wolf was on 
top of her, its hips bucking at her ass. Laura felt cream start in her 
slit with the sexy animal act she was witnessing. Since Lupe had not 
come for several days, it was over fast, and a thrill shot through her 
as she heard the animal howl with triumph as it came. With her angle, 
the girl's face showed her own release.

Laura fell to the ground and grabbed Gene's cock, pulling it into her. 
He began pumping, as the exciting act she had just witnessed drove her 
passion quickly to a peak. They came together, her head shaking with a 
sharp climax he broadened by shooting hotly onto her stomach, and 
rubbing the spunk into her skin. Merry and the wolf were still lying in 
the clearing, as the two watchers stole quietly away.

"I can't go to sleep now. I have to talk to her. Do you think the wolf 
would do me too?" Gene smiled as he marveled at the power this place 
seemed to have to make anything possible. This soft, delectable, 
gorgeous professor wanted to get fucked by a wolf. He wondered what 
Merry would feel. He kissed her pouty red lips, feeling her lust. "It's 
the wolf's call, actually."

The next night, both Merry and Laura went to Lupe's glen, but he didn't 
show up. The next night he did, to find two female pussy's, already 
fragrant, waiting together. Laura was on top, pressing her lush curves 
against the firm muscles below, and grinding her hips into the auburn 
haired girl's pelvis. Laura's eyes opened in shock when she saw the 
wolf, even though it was what she wanted. Merry held her tight, 
murmuring "Just hold still, lover. He'll decide what he wants to do."

The wolf was sniffing rapidly, sorting out the odors. He stepped 
tentatively around to snuffle at both female behinds, separating the 
familiar from the new, perfumed, but still stimulating other. He began 
licking at Merry, then up to Laura. Merry wriggled up under Laura, 
leaving only the wispy blonde for him. He seemed to accept it, and 
increased the speed of his rasping tongue. Laura was overcome with the 
rasping stimulation the expert licking was producing, thrills shooting 
into her groin. "God, its fantastic" she moaned. Her head sank down to 
Merry's stomach, and her tongue went out to taste the skin of the 
tawny, animal woman.

Feeling her licking, Merry wriggled her cunt to Laura's mouth, and 
watched the blonde head sink into her slit. Groans were vibrating as 
the wolf drove its tongue deeper into the new tunnel, savoring the 
different but equally exciting odor. He licked on and on, but this 
pussy did not spasm as fast as the other. Finally, excited by the 
smells, Lupe jumped on the new pale back, and drove his pointed prick 
deep in the foaming tunnel he had so freely lubricated. He could see 
Merry, eyes half closed in passion, writhing at the red blonde mouth. 
She was orgasming as, for the first time, she watched the wolf's face 
during his fucking.

He lasted a little longer than the night before last, and his head 
gradually raised as his completion approached. Just as Laura screamed 
her release, the wolf stretched his maw to the dark sky, and howled his 
conquest to the world. The blonde babbled ecstatically "He's filling me 
up, coming in me. Ohh, it's so good, what a cum, oh Merry." As the wolf 
pulled himself off her and waited, Laura imitated what she had seen, 
and cleaned the bright red tool, licking and sucking, until it 
retreated into its sheath. Then she lay back as the wolf tongued her 
body.

Laura made arrangements to stay another week, lost in the incredible 
but wonderful erotic life they were leading. She wore a bikini while 
she was alone, but stripped as soon as her lovers awakened, and they 
began the evenings' orgiastic adventure. She met the wolf each night it 
came, since Merry had urged her to enjoy Lupe while she could. Gene 
made a tape of their lovemaking, and years later, Laura realized her 
smile of happiness was never the same in civilized life.


Chapter Six

Joe Talltrees jogged across the meadow, listening for the sounds of 
animals. His mocassins made him almost silent, as he moved efficiently 
in the dark. The hiking party he had left sleeping an hour ago was 
taking the deluxe tour, but there hadn't been any interest from the 
women. Usually there was at least one who wanted to get it on with him, 
but this group was older, and very inhibited. Even the power of the 
natural world on this mountain hadn't loosened them up.

Joe loved scouting like this at night. He wore his light buckskin 
pants, and once he got into his high, could go on his jog for a couple 
of hours. This ten day deal that ended up two hundred miles from 
Phoenix gave him lots of exercise, and a chance to get familiar with 
the whole area again. This was the first time he had been this far 
south this year, and he was looking for the wolves, since the people 
would want to see them tomorrow.

As he ran, his mind wandered to this funny existence he had stumbled 
into. Because he looked like an indian, and a handsome one at that, it 
had ended up a good way to make a living. It suited his love for 
nature, and he had been doing it for ten years. His half breed mother 
was a little annoyed that he took advantage of his native appearance, 
but she liked the money, and he had learned a lot from the many trips.

He never felt badly about taking advantage of the girls on these tours. 
The clean mountain air was an aphrodisiac to most of them, and he 
particularly liked the young ones that were in good shape. Even when he 
knew they were one or two night stands, he loved them at the time. They 
would always be coy for a day or so, but then ask if they could go out 
with him on his nightly scout. They always stripped to just a thong or 
a bikini bottom as soon as they were out of sight of the other campers, 
fantasizing about being "maidens in the night", as one put it. 
Sometimes they would run with him awhile, but they all eventually 
pulled him to the forest floor.

He felt he gave them their money's worth, though he was always cautious 
about letting them see the size of his cock too quickly. Once he had 
them stoked up and squirming, he would show them the outsize member, 
but they were too excited by then to do anything but try to eat it. He 
would usually be able to make them cum at least twice, and they all 
loved making noise in the dark. Occasionally, they might try to get him 
to date them after the tour was over, but he always smiled and made an 
excuse. He'd tell them "It would never be the same." It wasn't a lie.

His mom was right. It was an aimless existence, but he couldn't imagine 
liking any income producing effort as much as he liked this. She kept 
badgering him to marry a "nice" girl, but her definition of that was an 
indian. Christ, his real last name was Patelo. Even supporting both of 
them, he was putting money away. Why change anything?

A low growl penetrated his thoughts. "Shit". He stopped, trying to 
breathe lightly. A big grey wolf was fifty feet down the little path he 
had been following. He could see the bared fangs. He backed up, but the 
wolf matched his steps. What did the old indians say? Get down on your 
hands and knees and get your head low. No way. If he was going to have 
to run, he wanted as much of a head start as he could get. He looked 
around for a stick or something. He was big and strong, and in good 
shape. He hadn't done anything wrong.

A voice, female he thought, came out of the darkness. "You violated 
their territory. Keep your eyes on his, and side step over to the 
woods. Lupe, Lupe." The wolf looked around for the source of the words. 
Then he looked back as Joe sidestepped. It was only ten feet to the 
first tree, and he made it while the animal just stood there. He was 
shaking a little. A hand touched his arm.

A dark woman was standing behind him. He hadn't heard her come up. She 
was bare ass naked, and gorgeous. Long hair flowed down her back, and 
she was trim and muscular. Her tits were pert and full, with brown 
little nipples, and she had a big pussy covered with dark hair. "He'll 
watch you as long as you're near the meadow. He was hunting. His mother 
just had two pups. Come with me, and we'll get over to my territory."

He followed her, admiring her long legs and taut ass. His cock was 
jumping at the sight, horny as he was after nine days out. He saw a 
knife hanging in her hair. After a couple of minutes, she began jogging 
at a good pace, and he trotted along behind her. They came to a 
clearing, with a stream running over to the right. She stopped, turned 
to him, not at all self conscious about her nudity, and said "Who are 
you?"

He smiled at her. "Name's Joe Talltrees. Guiding a hiking party from up 
north. Scouting so I can show them the wolves tomorrow. I'm not usually 
so sloppy. Must have been stargazing." She held his eyes, but he wasn't 
uncomfortable with it. Her tawny features were curious, questioning. 
She wasn't threatening. "I'm Meredith Hastings."

Merry had been alone for a week. Gene was at the University reviewing 
his work with the professor. Lupe was busy feeding the mother and pups. 
She was running ten miles a night, but still missed her lovers. The big 
indian made her heart jump a little. As she stood there, she could see 
his prick tenting the loose buckskin. They stared at each other, both 
wondering. She licked her lips. The only noise was the r