Gene was sipping his scotch when she came out of her bedroom, smiling with confidence in her appearance, and his cock jumped. His active little girl was gone, replaced by a woman so wildly sexy in appearance he could hardly believe it. Merry had warned him, but it was still a shock. He felt the surge of desire she produced in him, and a momentary pang of guilt at his reaction. Then his wife's words came back to him. "It's happening to her, dear. She'll want you, I know it, and you've never been able to resist me either, have you? Help her see the difference between down there and here. Help her understand."

As she crossed to him and kissed him softly on the lips, it was as though his life passed in front of him. Her walk, the fierce need in her eyes, that calm confidence reminded him of her mother. Lisa was becoming just like Merry, and that meant convention mattered not a whit to her. It meant a life in which she would give herself to many, but never be possessed. He would miss the little girl, but knew the power that would tie them together as she came to adulthood. He remembered Merry's ability to get him outside himself, to embrace raw passion. No man could resist, nor would want to.

She caused a buzz when they entered the restaurant, with so many star gazers anyway. "They don't really know who I am, mostly. But they think they've seen me somewhere." After they were seated, two young men asked her for her autograph. The waiter whispered as he took their order "Wolf will come out after your desert, Miss Brooks." She took the adulation calmly, but he could see the slightly unsettled look in her eyes. He tried to draw her out.

"Awful exciting, huh princess. All this fuss. It must be fun." "Oh Daddy, it was, at first, you know. But lately this seems so... I dunno, stupid. Maybe we shouldn't have come here. I wanted to be alone with you." She looked squarely at him, just like Merry always had. "I'm confused, Daddy. I never thought about all this, but it was always part of the deal, and now nothing's what I thought. I miss you and Mom, and David. That's part of it. But nothing's as good down here. There's something else missing." He could see her almost ready to burst into tears. He took her hand.

"Baby, baby. listen. What your Mom gave you was a oneness with nature, with basics. With the dark, the woods, the freedom of simplicity. But you will have to balance it with this, princess. If not here, in Phoenix. Or somewhere." The main course came, interrupting his thought. He noticed her steak tartare. Jesus. He took a big slug of wine.

"I never really thought much about how our life would affect yours, princess. I guess I thought you'd always be my little girl." He lifted his eyes to stare into hers. "God you're gorgeous. And no little girl anymore. I'll always love you, darling. I can't wait for you to come home. When you're ready." Now, he was near tears. She squeezed his hand, and he recognized that incredible strength. What fantastic women these creatures were.

Lisa stared at her father, seeing and feeling the emotion in his voice, his face. But she sensed something else, remembering his cock rising against her stomach this afternoon, her desire to look sexy for him. It was the same feeling she had had with Mom. They were going to make love, and as she thought about it, she wanted it more than anything else at this moment. "When I'm with you, darling Daddy, I'm home." She saw him flush, and felt for his knee with hers.

They didn't wait for desert. She had always insisted on settling her bill properly before, but accepted the waiters offer "To start a tab, Miss Brooks." She got up to ninety down the freeway, until he yelled at her to slow down, and the tires screeched as she tore through the underground parking garage beneath the apartment. He grabbed her and french kissed her brutally in the elevator, and she responded with low pitched moans of pleasure. The moon was shining through the picture window as they stumbled into the living room. He started to reach for the lights, but she breathed "No Daddy, leave them off."

Lisa stood in front of the large window, feeling terrific, turned on, lit by the fire of the moonlight. Her arms were raised above her head, as though offering herself to it. She heard the rustle of her father ripping off his clothes, and started to idly take off the dress, until she felt his hands on her tits. "I'll do it, baby." The two straps slithered down, then the smooth material slipped to puddle around her feet. She stood there in wonder, her body vibrating, her skin tingling with the touch of his hands on her nipples, under her arms, his lips sucking voraciously at her neck. She groaned as she felt the stiff heat of his prick between the cheeks of her butt, as he began pinching.

"Oh. Oh. Oh." Each jab of pain coursed through her, surprising her from her gentle father, yet somehow seeming to suit this moment. He was mauling her, nothing less, his hands kneading, scraping and tugging hard. It was very animal, and in the back of her mind she realized how welcome this primitive abuse was, how foolish her many recent lovers had been to try to be gentle. "Oh yeah, Daddy, do it to me, ouch, oh yeahhhh." Then suddenly his hand was under her panties, three coarse, long fingers deep in her pussy, his palm on her clitty. She fucked her hips into the raging thrill of it. Moments seemed to stretch to hours as they stood there, his hands tearing at her nubile, keening body.

Viciously, he twisted her around, and pushed her to her knees, in one movement inserting his rod into her mouth. Dimly she began lovingly sucking, only to feel him plunge it back to her throat, gagging her, choking and tasting of his essence, tart wonderful spunk. In the whirl in her mind, the shock of his rough treatment was drowned out by the surging excitement that seemed so new, so stimulating. She could feel her cunt oozing freely, and the smells were getting earthy, overpowering her expensive perfume. "Uhh, Ungh, Uh." She realized she was surging up and down on his stiff flesh, gasping for breath when she could, but mouthing him just the way he seemed to demand. There seemed no other way that could give her this feeling of fantastic enjoyment of her dear father's greedy desire.

She plunged her hand down into her panties, amazed that they were already drenched with her fluid. Her fingers spread the incredibly puffed lips, and her finger tore at her clit. Raging pangs of explosive lust tore through her, and she felt light headed but euphoric, making her think of her orgasm with her mother. A gurgle that sounded like a growl rumbled deep in her throat, as her tongue licked the scum leaking from her fathers dickslit. She had never known such raging pleasure. The cock in her mouth was huge, thick and long, beyond her experience, but she worked at the head frantically, feeling it swell, and get even bigger.

Suddenly she was on her hands and knees, her panties gone, his prick throbbing at the mouth of her cunt, pressing there in the wet fur, opening her. It's soooo big, she thought vaguely, hoping there would be pain. But as he entered her ferociously, there was nothing but fullness and stretched ecstacy. One hand reached around her to pummel her clit, while the other was grabbing and pinching her boobs. She started to cum the moment he was fully buried.

The waves were so sharp and enveloping she felt her mind spinning into numb emptiness. She humped backwards with such force, he was knocked backwards, almost leaving her hole, but then surged back. The fire that originated in her loins seethed around her whole body as though it were a liquid pleasure. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee."

He slowed his strokes as she embraced the orgasm soaring through her. The spasms in her cunt were squeezing his thick dong embedded fully inside her, reaching to her stomach. But as soon as the heat began to ease, he started again, increasing almost immediately to a fast, hard, pistoning into her. And she welcomed it, the force of it, the pressure of it, the shlurping rhythm, the wonderful stretching.

It was as though her pussy was a car's cylinder and his prick was the piston, fitting perfectly, sinking as far as seemed possible, enormous energy flowing with each stroke. The thrills of her first release never really faded, just spread out and filled her being. Then the orgasmic tide began to rise again, and the world fell in on her, only the moonlight, Daddy, and the pleasure surrounding her. Her hips bucked back to increase the force of his fucking. She moaned and twisted. A little froth foamed at one corner of her mouth. She lowered her shoulders, but raised her head, gazing at the moon, as again release careened toward her.

Yet as powerful as the feelings were, she held off as she heard him start to grunt with exertion. He was muttering "Baby, baby, baby." Her mind was filled with a furious embrace of this passion. The man behind her was an emissary of the night, of the moon, of the wilderness. Lustful moans which she distantly realized were her own echoed in the dark room. She heard her father. "Come on, princess. Hurry." His fingers squeezed her slippery clit, and she burst.

There were explosions, whirlpools, fireworks, earthquakes. She writhed, twisted, humped, and squealed, reaching under her to push his hand harder against her flaming groin's point, as she sought contact with his thick shaft with every movement she could manage. "Daddy, Daddy, what a fuck. Goddddd." Dimly she felt spurts inside her, more heat, and the contact of their bodies even more lubricated. She arched frantically, thrills dominating her as never before, amazed at the power of her climax, the brutality mixed with love for her father. Around the third wave of release, she felt his fingers clawing in her groin, sending more pleasure into her belly.

She collapsed face down on the heavy carpet, with his full weight on top of her. She began to be aware of his gasping as his wet, softening member nested in her butt. She was groaning rhapsodically "Daddy, Daddy. Ohhhh." But even as they lay there, she felt a surge of unfamiliar energy. She twisted around and pushed him to his back, crouching over his groin, and sucked his thick meat into her mouth, licking the residue of their juices from the hot tube. Then she kissed him wildly.

They were hugged together under the window, the moon's light bathing their naked bodies. Lisa had never even dreamed of her father sexually, yet this act seemed so natural and welcome, warming her mind and body in the stillness, punctuated by horns and the sounds of the city. She felt every inch of her skin, her nipples still stiff, her cunt still puffy. Finally, in a small voice, she whispered "Oh Daddy, thank you."

But energy was coursing through her. She waited for it to subside, but it didn't, so she rose and breathed "I'm going for a run, Daddy. Will you wait up?" She pulled on shorts, an elastic halter, and her running shoes, and ran down the stairs rather than wait for the elevator. As she goaded herself toward the high pitched strain of smooth, fluid movement, her mind buzzed. The memory of finally having the terrific cums she knew she was capable of, from the man who had always been her nurturer, her authority, a man twenty five years older than any lover she had had yet better than all of them. What the hell is going on, she wondered.

She was fifteen blocks away from the apartment when the young black man grabbed her from behind. He twisted her into an alley, squeezing her arms, pinning her against a wall. She felt his hips grinding into her, and heard his muttered obscenities "White bitch cunt, teasing twat, how 'bout a real cock up that hole, whore. Seen you before, fucking tits, show you the real thing." She felt his mouth on hers. The shock surprised her for a few seconds, and she felt her body respond to the violence. Briefly, she considered rutting with him there in the dark. But then anger at his bravado overtook her.

Her knee came up into his groin, drawing a low moan. She swung an arm at his face, feeling her nails rip his face and neck. The force of her blow threw him five feet into the alley, and she was almost on top of him, making fierce sounds before she realized he was cringing in fear. She looked down and saw her legs flexing while the light coat of fuzz that was darker on the inside of her thighs caught the indirect light. Where had she seen that kind of fur? Mother, that night at the Olympics. Her mind whirled.

She fell on the whimpering man, pinning his arms over his head. "Bastard. I should rip your throat out. But you can have a second chance." Her head dropped to the long slashes in his neck, and she licked the blood oozing out. It tasted so good, she soared with pleasure. Then the adreneline rush eased, as she realized what she was doing.

As she ran home, exhilarated, shocked, and feeling wonderful, the confusion in her mind was submerged in the pleasures coursing through her body.

Part 2

And so she came to here, just a few hundred yards short of the old retreat they had loved as a family when they were young. She had insisted Dad turn down the two contracts, but the agent had said that there would be new offers soon. Dad had practically thrown the producer out because of what she had told him, and delivered a brief but fierce lecture to the agent about loyalty to his client. Or else. She had never seen him so forceful. Or loved him more.

She packed a bag with a few light clothes, and they silently made the drive in her fast car to Phoenix, where she dropped him off at his apartment near the University, then hurried to the ranch. The maid said her Mother was "up on the mountain."

As she climbed the last few steps toward the lovely old house, her stomach buzzed with anticipation. The sun was starting to set, and the beauty of the woods in the slowly dimming light struck her as a lovely melange of oranges, reds, greens, and blacks. It was pleasantly warm, and her body was reinvigorating the way it had lately as the sun set. She could smell a fire, and figured Mom was cooking over the open hearth in the glen outside the house.

But when she got to the green lawn, no one was there. There was a leg of something cooking, Lisa thought it was deer. She turned left to go down to the stream where they often bathed. And came face to face with a wolf.

It was staring at her, it's head low, it's tail tucked in. Somehow Lisa knew it was showing her it meant no violence. Fifteen feet away, it was growling in a soft, funny way. The sound seemed sensual to the blonde as she stood staring, feeling a mix of fear, surprise, and strangely, sexual excitement. The animal was sniffing, seeming to want to sense her, as though she was familiar. Then it took a step toward her.

She was standing with legs slightly apart, her hands on the straps that held her pack on her back. She felt frozen, remembering the old instruction to stand still, holding the beasts eye. It kept coming, then its nose buried between her thighs, just below her groin. A long red tongue licked out and drew slowly up her sweating flesh to the denim covered mound of her crotch. Then it sniffed again, stepped back, and looked up at her. The look filled her with a strange sense of, what? Destiny? Desire?

It turned and loped away, up the mountain toward the pasture where a pack of them had always lived, although Lisa couldn't remember one ever getting this close to the house. She expelled the breath she had been holding, wondering at the strange, almost surreal confrontation. And wondering too at the moisture in her cunt.

Gradually, her senses normalized, and she again wondered where her mother was. She must be coming back soon, so the girl went up to the bedroom she had always used and undressed. She felt like a dip in the stream, and on impulse didn't bother with clothes for the short walk to the rippling, gurgling water. As she walked down the stairs and out into the glade that was bathed by pale moonlight, she got a feeling she had never had before. As though the night was a lover. As though her body was primitive, powerful, full of lust for the night.

She almost danced, she was so excited. Her incredible, sensual body twisted and turned as she tripped toward the stream. When she got there, the mottled light filtering through the trees

made it seem like a boudoir. The plunge into the cold water had always been pleasant, but now it jolted her with rising desire. In the back of her mind, she was amazed at the dim impulses of the last year that seemed to be crystalizing into a roaring cauldron of passion. Her breasts tingled, the tips seeming points of sensation. Even in the water, her pussy was swelled. Her hips were undulating gently, but insistently.

Merry watched from the bushes, her daughter giving herself to the euphoria of the wild. Of the night. I was right, she thought. Lisa will be a wonderful inheritor of the gift, using it to its fullest. Lobo rubbed his side against her thigh, sensing the carnal aura around this glade. His little whine she heard asked "Soon, Pleasure Giver? Soon?" Lisa heard the whine, and looked at her mother standing there, in glorious nudity, with the wolf at her side. "Oh mother."

"I'm not your mother anymore, darling. I'm your teacher. Call me Merry." Lisa rose from the water, and her wet, shiny skin glistened, a wanton, erotic picture of young beauty. Her full, large boobs quivered wantonly, made more inviting by the slim waist with its muscled flatness, whiile her furry cunt, still wet, outlined full puffy labia with a pale clit just edging out."Take me, Merry. Now. I'm soooo turned on." Merry let herself be embraced, as they kissed, open mouthed, eagerly sucking at each other, tongues wandering with desperate need. "No darling, not tonight. Tomorrow night, when the moon is full. I'm so glad you've come back." They churned their bodies feverishly together, until Merry realized she had to stop, or she would give in to her impulse. She would find young Lupe later.

She pulled her head away, and whispered "Lobo is young and wants you, dear. Let him give you a cum with his tongue, then with his cock. He's very good. This is the road I started you on, dearest one. You will soon finish your journey." Lisa didn't understand, and tried to hold the tawny woman to her, then felt a pressure between her thighs from behind. Momentarily surprised, she looked back, and Merry was gone.

His name must be Lobo, thought Lisa, as the wolf's long tongue swabbed across the tender folds of her flaming, excited pussy. She felt no fear, only longing. Falling to her hands and knees, she spread her thighs, and the wolf used the access to her bottom to attack her flesh with its rough tongue vigorously. Thrills began shooting into Lisa's body, drawing a groan. Her hips began undulating of their own accord, the strangeness of this animal lover overpowered by her body's billowing need. Lobo seemed content to feast in her twat and asshole, the tongue stiffening sometimes to penetrate into her cunthole slightly. It was building up the way her orgasm had with her father, intense, vibrating pleasure filling her senses.

She raised her leg and flipped over to her back, moaning, not giving up the contact with the beast's snout. Supporting herself on her shoulders, she arched her hips up to the devouring maw, her hands kneading her stiff nipples. Her stomach muscles rippled as she fucked into the wonderful pressure.Her tongue lolled out, the sensation careening now throughout her body. "Lobo, Lobo, Lobo. Aaaaaaaagh."

It hit her hard, a slamming, explosive completion drawing a sharp squeal. It was a brief, wild cum, hitting a powerful high peak, then deflating. She lay on her back, legs apart, gasping in pleasure. But then she saw Lobo's eyes, boring into hers, still idly licking her oozing pussy, but waiting, it seemed, for something. "You want to get off, don't you Lobo? You want me, don't you?" she breathily whispered. As she said it, she realized she wanted him too.