Steve Forest - The wolf wives

Jay took a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it on the mattress next to the naked girl's shapely ass. He reached around under her and squeezed one of her softly rounded asscheeks in his hand as he lifted her up off the bed. He knew that as he pulled up on her ass, the bonds were straining at her wrists and ankles, but she didn't utter a whimper of complaint. She was one hell of a woman, thought Jay. He couldn't wait to get his own cock into her. But he knew his chance was coming soon.

He stuffed the heavy pillow under the cheeks of the girl's ass. As he did so, he saw the angle of her cuntal plane changing. Her tight brown asshole was visible now, as it ambled up toward the ceiling. It looked so small and helpless, nestled in the dark valley between the big round hills of her asscheeks. Artie's thick cock bulged with excitement, and Jay could see that this was going to be a tight fit. The thought made his own cock pulse with aching desire.

He drew his breath in sharply as Artie mounted her, his stiff cock probing for the tight opening into her hot virgin asshole. He drove forward, his cock floundering against the luxuriously soft flesh of her asscheeks. "Looks like I'll need a little help," Artie muttered. "You don't mind do you?"

"Hell no," Jay retorted. "It's her ass, not mine." With a snicker, he moved forward and, taking Artie's cock in his hand, guided it to the tight brown slit of the bound girl's asshole. He placed the thick purple head against the tight opening and said, "Any time you're ready." Artie answered by humping his hips forward, driving at least two inches of his cock into the tight hole.

"OOOOW!" the girl cried from under the sheet.

Jay found the sound of her agony exciting him in a strange way. But, as Artie's prick inched its way into the tight nether passage, the opening stretched to receive it, and the girl's moan of pain changed to an unmistakable signal of pleasure.

"All this watching has really gotten to me," Artie murmured. "I don't think I'm going to last very long in here. I guess you'll have to finish her off for me." With that, he speeded the rhythm of his thrusts. Jay could see the wet shank of his thick prick as it slid easily in and out of the rapidly expanding opening into her bowels.

"Well, here I come!" Artie cried. "Baby, I'm getting ready to fill your pretty little belly with a hot load of fuck-juice! I hope you can take it! This is going to be one hell of an enema! And here I come!" Artie's words faded out in an uncontrollable sigh of orgasmic release as his heavily swinging nuts let loose a cataract of obscenely flowing white goo which filled her asshole to overflowing, and ran down the round cheeks of her ass to wet the mattress below. Her body was thrashing about under the sheet as though she was trying desperately to arrive at a climax of her own before he withdrew from her. But it was to no avail, for as soon as Artie's dick had finished spewing its hot load of joy-juice, he dismounted, leaving her asshole obscenely open for a moment, the girl moaning in frustrated desire.

Jay's cock was oozing a pearly drop of lubricant. He was indeed ready for the turn that he had waited for all night. But he made no move until he received instructions from one of the others. The one thing that he was sure of was that he didn't want to do anything to blow this initiation. This club was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. And if tonight's proceedings were even a small example of what went on, he wanted, more than anything he had ever wanted before, to be a member of this group. He looked expectantly at Linda, waiting for the go-ahead.

Linda could see that Jay was dying to sink his cock into the girl's cunt, but she wanted to arrange for one more little stunt first. When Jay found out who it was under the sheet, Linda wanted to be sure that nothing had been left out.

"I know what you want, Jay darling," she said with a slightly mocking tone, "but it's not quite time yet. After all, poor Pagan hasn't had a turn yet. Do you think you can show him what to do?"

"I sure can," Jay said. This was going to be good. He would get Pagan to lick the captive girl's pussy, and then, if she didn't flinch at that, he would know that whoever she was, one thing was for sure: she was utterly without morals or sexual scruples. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like.

"Here, Pagan!" he called. "Oh, Miss," he added softly, "I know you're going to like this. Pagan is a full-grown timber wolf. And he loves pussy. Here, Pagan!" he called again.

At the sound of Jay's voice, Pagan, who had been dozing in a corner, snapped to attention. He bounded over to the bed. There was that same smell. He had come to know it well in the past few days. Now Jay was calling him over to take a good sniff of the hairy pussy that lay exposed before him. The pillow was still in place under the girl's ass, and her cunt was pulled wide open. It pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Pagan put his front paws on the bed and brought his long cold, wet, pointy nose close to the fur-lined cunt. Then, when he recognized the musty, somewhat fishy, aroma, he snaked out his long tongue for a taste of the hot meat that lay before him. It tasted good. Better than cunt had tasted before. The long period of titillation to which it had been subjected had made the juices flow unceasingly, and Pagan began to lick up the never-ending flow of hot cunt-juice.

At the first touch of the rough animal tongue, the girl began to squirm and writhe under the sheet. She seemed to be loving it. That was what Jay had wanted to see. She was game for everything. He felt a moment of regret that his own wife was such a prude, and that his only chance to be with a girl like this one was at a party where he had to share her with others, but then he forgot that, grateful for the fact that he would be getting a chance at her at all.

She was rocking her hips up and down, trying to skewer her cunt even further down on the animal's probing tongue. Her breathing was becoming rhythmic and labored. It was obvious to Jay and the others that she was coming to a fast climax beneath the brutal bestial ministrations of the huge wolf's lapping tongue. Her orgasm was only strokes away.

Suddenly Linda's voice interrupted Jay's reverie. "Call Pagan off," she said. "You've earned a turn yourself."

Jay was more than willing to oblige. "Pagan!" he called, but the wolf didn't even look up from his tonguing of the sweet flowing cunt. "Pagan!" Jay called again, this time putting a more urgent command into his voice. "Pagan, come!" This command he fairly barked at the wolf, who responded by snapping his head up, ears erect, and turning to face his master. Then, taking a last hungry look at the bright-red flesh of the girl's cunt, the wolf trotted dutifully over to where Jay stood and lay down at Jay's feet.

"Stay," Jay said softly as he walked toward the bed. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was going to get his chance at last to sink his own swollen cock into the much-used, much-abused pussy of the sheet-covered girl who lay tied to the bed.

He knelt between her thighs and inched his way closer to her pussy, his stiff prick wagging from side to side as he went. The pillow under her ass had pointed her cunt straight up toward the ceiling, and so Jay had to position himself over her before he could place his throbbing cock at the opening to her hot cunt. When he touched the rubbery head to the warm inner flesh of her pussy, he thought he would go out of his mind with desire. Her cunt felt as though it had been brushed with hot melted butter. His cock slipped easily inside as he lowered himself down. But her cunt wasn't loose. It was tight and muscular, almost as though she were a virgin.

As his cock worked its way inside the hot honeyed hole, the inner walls of her cunt seemed to grab at it. They contracted in a series of spasms which tried to pull him deeper inside her. He felt as though her cunt had been waiting a lifetime for only his cock. The fit was perfect. Every wrinkle of her cunt was filled by a vein or bulge in the shank of his cock. It felt as though her cunt had been built around his prick. They fit like a hand in a glove.