Lisa Morris, wolf fucker, she thought. She giggled as she rolled langourouslly to her stomach, and raised her succulent ass in a bitch's position. Yes, a bitch, she thought, a fierce, ravenous, wanton wolf bitch. Losing herself, or was it finding herself, in the warm, erotic night. Waiting for another glorious orgasm. The very thought made her clit twitch, even as she felt paws grip her hips. He's mounting me, she thought. Aloud, she groaned "Hurry, darling, hurry."

She felt a little punching wet pressure on her butt, then in the tender, shaved flesh between her cunt and asshole, then suddenly her pussylips were spread gently by his cock. It seemed to penetrate easily, as though it was small, and she was sopping wet anyway. But then he inched up on her back, and she suddenly felt a penetration fully inside her, deeper than any she could remember, all the way to her cervix, and thrills radiated out in a strong wave. She felt friction of his soft belly fur on her ass cheeks, as his fucking tempo went immediately to very, very fast. She didn't even try to meet his powerful strokes.

His hard, quick thrusts filled her in an entirely new way. As he bottomed, the mouth of her pussy was stretched almost painfully, but her clit was drawn into her hole as the last inch slid in, causing wonderful tingling throbs of pleasure. Her hips started to push back at his at each stroke, even though she had trouble keeping up with him. It was so fast the orgasmic peak seemed to race at her, while she felt fuller and fuller with each stroke. Then suddenly, it was as though a knot entered her, further stretching the opening of her twat, putting unbearable pressure on her clitty. His strokes stopped, she heard him howl into the night, and a unique orgasm overtook her while his hips seemed to simply wiggle around in her depths.

The pressure inside her fuckhole increased as she felt moisture, his spunk, filling her. He wasn't moving, and they seemed locked together. The thrills careened through her, smells that were strange filling her nostrils. It was too much, too wild, and she collapsed onto the soft floor of the forest. His member popped out with a wet noise, producing a twinge of pain that seemed to amplify her cum. As she lay there, he plumped down with his long, red organ exposed under his hairy belly. He looked at her expectantly.

"Oh, you nasty beast, you want me to suck it? You learned this from Mommy, didn't you? Ummmmm." With hardly a thought of the weirdness of it, she sucked his member into her mouth, tasting a brew that was vaguely familiar, yet new. Maybe he can get it up again, she thought, but the thin cock kept shrinking. She reached behind her, and felt the coating of cum juice all over her thighs. Closing her eyes, she thought of napping, but energy was still coursing through her body, so she struggled to her feet.

Far away, she heard two baying wolves, recognizing the same cry Lobo had given as he got off. Her mind was slowly beginning to function, marveling at the strange tryst she had just enjoyed, urged on by her mother. Merry. Her teacher. She realized she felt a satisfaction that had been eluding her for the last year. I'll never leave here again, she thought. "Come on, lover. Let's go for a run." She and Lobo loped into the night.

Lisa woke about three the next afternoon. As she regained awareness, a tingling sense of anticipation filled her. Mommy had said tonight, she thought, and somehow she knew it would be wonderful, whatever it was. Suddenly the smell of bacon jolted her, and she jumped from bed, pulling on her bikini. In the kitchen, her Mom was standing in front of the stove, in shorts and a tee shirt. "Morning, M... Merry." She leaned down to kiss the soft cheek, but the tawny woman who was already becoming somehow different than the mother she had always known turned her face at the last minute, so their lips met. Jolts of sexual energy shot through Lisa.

When she opened her eyes from the long kiss, the face she saw was almost a stranger's. There wasn't anything in particular. The eyebrows had always been bushy, the mouth wide, the eyes piercing. But this woman was devouring her, sensually, avidly, as she smiled with half lidded eroticism. "Good morning, darling. You taste lovely today. Was it exciting with Lobo? I heard him sing his pleasure. Did you hear me?" Lisa felt a jolt of cream in her pussy, remembering the wolves' howl. Her mother sniffed, her smile broadening. "My sexy Lisa" she breathed. "Eat."

They both gulped their food, staring at each other, as Lisa relaxed into a feeling of constant tension that was stirring, feeling anticipation of the next few hours. As they cleaned the dishes, she whispered "Merry, make love to me now, please. I'm dying to suck your cunt." Her teacher answered "No, my dearest. Tonight, at midnight, we will make love, and you will become like me. Tomorrow, your father and brother are arriving, so we can re form our family. In a new and special way. For now, we will hunt. Let me show you an old trick of mine."

As she showed her daughter how to braid her long hair in a way that formed a scabbard for a knife, Merry talked languidly about Lisa's new life. "You won't always need a weapon of course, but sometimes it gives me pleasure to kill this way. See, now your hands will be free, and the blade is cushioned on the hair. You'll have to hold those big tits when you run, but only for a while. Soon they'll firm up. I want you to get a taste of blood, darling. Don't be shocked. Come, you'll see." She led the way over a path Lisa remembered.

They loped along for an hour, as the afternoon heat began to dissipate. Both were nude, and the young blonde was amazed at the older woman's stamina. But the familiar euphoria in her fit body made the whirling thoughts in her mind seem less surprising. Not always a weapon? Taste blood? She passed from concern to tingling anticipation.

When Merry stopped, Lisa couldn't see a prey. "It's just beyond that brush, dear. A tender young doe. I'll drive it to you. Cut it's throat, that's the quickest and most humane." She got a smile of eager want on her face, and with half lidded eyes, whispered "Watch, darling. Watch me change."

The tawny brunette fell softly to the ground, on all fours. Hair began to develop over her whole body, even her face, as she metamophisized into a sleek female wolf. Her soft growl was one of pleasure. As the snout formed, ears pointed, teeth thickened and lengthened, Lisa could almost feel the pleasure this transformation seemed to be giving her mother. Way in the back of her mind there was shock at all of this, but in her groin surges of desire weaved a sense of need. She gazed in wonder at the beautiful animal before her.

As the wolf bounded away, Lisa realized she had been holding her breath. Then she saw the small doe bound across the path, running from the scent of a predator. Choosing her angle carefully, the blonde charged after the animal, heedless of the clumsy wobbling of her big tits. She was able to close quickly and tackle the brown, large eyed beast, falling on top of the squealing young deer. It seemed natural and right to draw the razor sharp blade across the throat. As blood spurted from the deep wound, the wolf was there.

The command came into her mind, a gentle, familiar presence as the wolf's head closed on the gushing throat. "Drink, my darling." The red liquid tasted salty, thick with a rich essence of the little animal. As she sucked, there was a wanton, perverse thrill to the smells of urine escaping the dead animal, her own sweat, and the tawny grey mother/wolf. Her stomach seemed to welcome the heat so unfamiliar, yet so natural, somehow.

The wolf sat back on it's haunches, and again changed, Merry taking shape quickly with her head raised, red liquid dripping down her body, over her full breast, covering one nipple, then a small rivulet leaking to her pussy bush. Lisa scrambled over to embrace her mother, their mouths sharing the thick red bounty, their bodies sliding against each other. As their tongues dueled, the young blonde felt the urge to howl in triumph.

Lisa kept trying to caress Merry as they carried the dead doe back to the cabin, skinning it, and carefully wrapping the large cuts of meat for the freezer. Her efforts caused giggles of enjoyment, almost schoolgirlish as the two seemed to begin a lesbian seduction both knew would last for the next few hours. They bathed together in the cold stream, each rubbing the other, a building passion growing like a bubble around the two voluptuous women.

They lingered together until evening had settled in deep darkness around them, then langorously started a raging fire in the pit of the lawn. It's flames created a flickering, beautiful play of colors on the trees which almost formed walls around them, heightening the sense of the two women being together in an erotic bubble completely removed from mundane reality. Lisa felt raging desire, a nearly overpowering addiction to the muscular, ruddy flesh of her mother, her teacher, as they stood watching the flames build higher and higher. The snap and crackle were like music in the now mysterious, sensuous space.

The moon came up quickly, as Merry stretched and arched to its light. Then she faced her daughter, held out her arms, and whispered "Now, now, darling Lisa, we can begin. Is your pussy wet? Does your stomach yearn? Is the night not lovely? We cannot escape our destinies, my dearest, though you want it, don't you? Oh I was right, it feels perfect."

They came together, and with Merry on her toes, their bodies molded to each other, at first gently, then with time, wildly. Their mouths began with a soft kiss of love, but soon began a twisting, fierce, open mouthed, consuming sucking of the other. Both groaned, and the sounds began to turn into growls. Lisa felt a finger penetrate her ass, and did the same to her mother, as they ground their groins fiercely against each other. It began to get rough, their bodies rubbing strenuously, and they threw themselves to the soft ground, moaning, growling, writhing, passion resonating sensuously through their bodies.

Suddenly, Lisa felt herself being pressed to her back, a leg thrown over her hip so that Merry's yawning cunt slapped squarely onto her own. The soft tissue seemed to fit perfectly, and the friction of their vaginal contact caused soaring rapture in their clitty's. Lisa stared up at the creature fucking her, noticed vaguely the light coating of hair all over the muscular, voluptuous body, the animal look in the face, and felt a thrill as Merry opened a cut in her breast, actually piercing the nipple. As the oozing wound descended toward her, the blonde felt a sense of aniticipation that mixed with the onrushing orgasm in a wildly euphoric way, and she cried out "Yes Mommy, oh I want it."

And then she was sucking on the wound, tasting the heady, tart heat, and feeling a sense of elated transformation. Power surged through her, as she sucked, as her hips humped eagerly into the tawny bush bringing her to completion, and heard Merry begin a choking groan, that slowly became a soft howl. Lisa felt a fingernail gash her own throat, and lost contact with the breast that had nurtured her, as she felt her own blood being sucked into the loving beast's mouth, and churned up to the feeling. After a time, the breast was again near her, and she drank anew. The orgasmic thrills brought back memories of the Olympics, her father, and a primitive satisfaction.

Lisa could feel everything now. The night, the presence of the wolves, her own skin becoming furry, her sense of passion taking over her body. She heard Merry whisper "Enough, darling, now for a real fuck." The two women squirmed to a sixty nine position and began ardently massaging their cunts with their mouths, whimpering with wild lust. Each could enter their pussy hole's deeply with tongues of inhuman length, and they rolled rhapsodically around in the clearing. Lisa gasped feverishly as her body orgasmed nearly continuously, feeling an energy and vitality so marvelous it was like a whole new way of being.

She lost track of time entirely, until she heard a growl off to the side, and realized Lobo was there, along with another wolf whose name, she somehow knew, was Lupe. As if by mental agreement, she and Merry released each other and lay on their backs, side by side, as the two animals began slavishly licking their wet, puffy cunts. The two women's hands joined, and Merry murmured to her new convert "Let them do this, then we will change, darling. There's nothing like fucking as a she wolf. You'll see."

Part 3

David Brooks had always been a wildly sexual man, since an early puberty, and his handsome features, with a body fit and muscled from a life of athletic success made him the terror of his high school's nubile teens. Though there had always been pleasant diversions around him, and even a fair collection of older women, he had felt a vague sense that there was something more left to experience. He knew it had something to do with his mother and sister, because occasionally, and recently more often, as he spurted into one of his lovely conquests, a picture of one or the other of them would filter into his mind.

He had taken lately to beating off with Lisa's Playboy picture, staring at the wantonly erotic body that had taken the place of the trim little girl he had known most of his life. The night she had begged him to fuck her at the Olympics had been a shock, though he knew she was sexually active. The imagined lust for her had begun that night, though he had turned her down. His feeling about his mother had started long before, and when he had made a halting, clumsy pass at her in tenth grade, she had smiled, and without making him feel dumb, turned him down with a smile. "You come by it honestly dear, but it's much too complicated."

He had taken his frustration out on the gorgeous redheaded professor his Mom and Dad played with, though she had welcomed him with a smiling sensuality he had never forgotten. Even at forty five, her full, soft body had made him seek older women ever since. Joe Talltrees hadn't seemed to mind, but his Mom put a halt to it. Again, "Too complicated" she had said. He supposed that was true, since competing with his parents didn't seem comfortable. But that memory haunted him, the same sort of hint of something more.

Trailing his father up the trail to their mountain cottage, he recalled the conversation the day before. "Drive down to the house, son." his Dad had told him. When David had complained that he had a quiz that day, the uncharacteristicly casual way Gene Brooks had quickly answered "I don't care, cut it. This is important." In truth, it didn't matter much, but the tension in his family had been so intense the last year, even at holidays, that he wasn't looking forward to this whole weekend. It seemed to have something to do with Lisa, but he had no notion of what the problem was.

"Christ, Dad, slow down, will ya. What's the hurry? Won't be dark for another hour." His father just grunted, continuing his fast pace. David sighed and strained to keep up. Jesus christ, damn near sixty and still in just as good shape as his son. Confusion still spun in his mind, as he kept trying to figure out what was going on. He saw the roof of their familiar cabin, then with a few more steps, the glade appeared in the now softening, golden early evening. A smell of cooking meat drifted to him as they stepped into the grassy space.

His Dad looked around, and called softly "Merry?" David hadn't known for sure his mother would be here, but a twinge of excitement lit his groin. Then Lisa came out of the house, wearing just a black thong. Her big, full tits wobbled nakedly as she hurried to both of them, and David was again enthralled by her fabulously erotic body, long legs moving with athletic grace, small, stiff nipples making little centers in the wobbling flesh, her taut midsection rippling with her movements. She was barefoot, but moved on her toes as she embraced her dad.

But instead of the usual kiss on the cheek, they locked into a passionate embrace. David could see their mouths' open, working against each other, and Lisa's hips gently writhing against her father. David's mind lept at the ease, the comfort in their joining, as though they had done this before. Then his sister opened her eyes, and she slid around toward him. There was a leering smile on her face as she took two steps and pressed against him, breathing "No turning back now, David." Then their lips met, his closed with shock at first, but as she probed with her tongue, he gave himself to the passion she was projecting into him.

He felt the mountainous pillows of her boobs with whirling excitement, the picture of her smiling face he had climaxed with seeming tame as she grunted with the effort to push her trim, firm body against his. His mind flashed with dancing images, her skinny frame as a child, her slim, athletic straining when she raced, the voluptuous Playboy model, and now this wanton, sensual harlot showing her availability to both son and father. His cock was pushing out against his pants, and he could feel her pubic bone twisting against it.

The implications of this greeting coursed vaguely through his mind, his mother must be here somewhere. Was this new flagrant sexuality on Lisa's part to be the norm now, for their family, for him, with both, could it be? He saw his father's face, a twisted, excited grin, watching as Lisa stepped back and smiled with abandon at him. He smelled his sister's sweet breath whispering "Merry's down at the stream, darling. Waiting for us, for you. Do you want me, David? My hot pussy, my tight ass? Mother's? No more inhibition, dear brother. Come on."

Lisa wrapped an arm around each of their waists, and led them toward the path to the stream. David was surprised to see his father appearing to reliquish control of the situation to his daughter, as they made their hip bumping, undulating way, until a pale shape lolling in the gurgling water materialized out of the shimmering woods. Even as they approached, Merry rose and emerged, her hands squeezing the water from her mass of auburn hair, the breasts he had dreamed of vaguely all these years standing firmly out, a black, hairy triangle between lithe thighs. With a sensual, flagrant grace she raised her arms, making her tits stick out at him.

As he stood staring, he felt Lisa's hands unbuttoning his shirt, as his mother knelt before him, her hands expertly unbuckling his belt, and sliding his shorts down, pulling the jock strap off at the same time. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his dad stripping. His cock stuck out almost painfully, straining with urgency. His mother took it into her mouth, groaning. His ears were roaring with lust, remembered love, wild recognition of the wonder of the moment.

Suddenly, he found himself on his back, and watched as Lisa crawled over him, her hips poised above his spasming tool. Both his mother and his sister were murmuring "David, David." in a sultry, demanding way, as he felt his cock slowly enter the blonde pussy of his fantasies, while a black, furry, musky smelling slit seemed to grow bigger and bigger, and he found his mouth buried in the tart, tasty snatch of his other youthful dreams. He began to suck and fuck wildly, groaning, as he heard grunts of effort from both these women he vaguely knew now were to be his forever, and the rising pressure of his approaching explosion combined with the warm, comforting promise of fulfillment to carry him into a soft plane of wonder. He vaguely realized his mother was sucking avidly at his dad's hard prick, even as Lisa embraced both parents in a mad, whimpering fervor that drove him over a peak, into a pool of tingling completion that lasted and lasted, as he heard howls of pleasure surround him.

He orgasmed inside the spasming cunt surrounding his cock as he felt contractions around his tongue, and tasted a thickened cream flow heavily around his lips. The thrills were so intense he passed into a sort of comatose lethargy, bathing in the amazing euphoria filling his body. In his fevered mind, a welter of images of dark nights in sexual frenzy flitted around his jolted soul, but his overwhelming sense was of destiny found.