0 comments/ 5901 views/ 6 favorites Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair By: noname5551212 There are a class of viruses known as retroviruses which integrate themselves into the host's DNA. Sometimes the viruses are integrated into germ cells and get passed down to descendants. If the virus survives several generations it's known as an endogenous retrovirus. These endogenous retroviruses make up almost 5% of the vertebrate DNA. These viruses can become active and then spread, carrying part of the host's DNA with them. * The powder blue BMW skillfully negotiated the mountain roads. The top was down and a woman's flowing red hair was being whipped by the wind as the car negotiated the mountain roads. Its was a warm fall day, Indian Summer they call in the North East. Mary was driving her sports car with skill down unfamiliar roads to "Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair." Mary was turning 35 and was in full mid life crisis mode. She had given up on finding the right man to marry and settle down with, so she tried what her colleagues at the prestigious DC lobbying firm had done. She bought a sports car. They tended toward the Italian racers, but something in the German precision spoke to her. When tearing around 495 and through the Shenandoah Valley were no longer exciting she sought solace in new age beliefs. She had been a hippie chick for all of about a week in high school when she realized that she hated the body hair that insisted on growing on her arms legs and pussy. She picked up the razor again and never put it down. Her dabbling in the new age was not as involved now. Externally, she was still the hard ass lobbyist with the low cut top and briefcase of numbers who would happily explain the importance of the US relationship with Tel Aviv(never Jerusalem, too divisive) or how bad the oppression in Kurdistan is. She still meticulously shaved every inch of her body below the neck and wore severe suits and a pearl necklace the dripped down between her décolletage. She had started with yoga for fitness and massages to relax, then she was sold on Himalayan salt treatments and eventually crystals. Most recently she had begun meditation classes at the recommendation of her cardiologist. Something to ease the stress he had told her. After the classes she had expressed to her guru her frustrations. She hadn't had a good lay in months. She was in a rough spot with it as well. Once you slept with a Senator, they all expected it, after that it was congressman and then senior staffers. She huffed, once they start fucking you literally, they start fucking you metaphorically. She once heard a story in a bar on K street about a 25 year old who pulled a train on the appropriations subcommittee and got nothing for it but a raging case of herpes. The poor girl was doing legal aide in Peoria now, at least that was the story. She feared it more than she believed it. She couldn't fuck her peers either, they either were afraid of her or didn't trust her. The only other option was to rape one of the boys in the mail room. They seemed to enjoy it but became to clingy. They were twenty something pretty boys good for an occasional fuck but nothing more. She understood now why businessmen fucked their secretaries. She breathed a heavy sigh and let go of the stress. The drive up 15 to Gettysburg had been nice, but Harrisburg struck her as a low rent DC. Now she was in northern Pennsylvania, what James Carville had so endearingly termed "Pennsyltucky". Some place up here was what her yogi told her was the answer to her stresses. A mystical place where werewolves were real, where there was passionate animal sex, not with actual animals of course. At least that is what she hoped. She was so lost in thought that she almost missed the turn. The road she had been on was a tiny side mountain road, what she turned up was barely a dirt driveway. There was grass growing in the middle and she was sure that she would have to back all the way down if she met oncoming cars. She carefully drove up the path, hoping she wouldn't scrape bottom. She reached the top of the hill and passed an open field with a small farm house and an old barn. The road continued on and she smiled as the autumn sun beat down on her face. Further down the road she passed a rundown single-wide trailer with an abandoned tricycle and children's pool in front of it. Finally she reached her destination. It was a large victorian house, the kind that would be the largest house in town in any of the thousand small towns that dotted the northeast. It was the type of house that would have been turned into bed and breakfast years before. Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair was a bed and breakfast, but one with very special beds, beds that were warmed by living breathing werewolves. Mary hadn't believed it at first of course. Werewolves were just a think of movies and legend. They weren't real, then she saw the pamphlet. There was a lot of technobabble that she didn't understand but it was full of words that she recognized as real and important, "endogenous", "non-transmissible retrovirus", and "heritable." She didn't fully understand the meaning but had enough of grasp from various GMO lobbying efforts to realize that the words were being used in the 'totally safe but lawyers make us them' way and not in the 'this will give you super cancer with tumors inside of tumors way but the business people are making us sell it' way. With that realization she was intrigued. Mary pulled her car into a section of gravel in front of Victorian house and threw it into park. She popped the trunk and grabbed a weekend bag full of clothes that she didn't intend to wear. She planned to spend the entire weekend naked, in sexual congress with various para-human beings. Inside of the front door was a small registration desk with a bell. She stood in front of it for half of minute and then rang it. A young woman in a plain blue dress came out and smiled. She was about 25 with long brown hair and a generous bosom. Her broad smile showed off pronounced incisors. "Hi, welcome, I'm Lydia, though I suppose that you expected that. You are Mary right?" Mary smiled. "Yes." "Good, don't worry about your privacy or sharing, you are the only guest this weekend. Let me give you a bit of background and then a guided tour. At dinner you will meet the staff and well." Lydia smiled coyly. Lydia glanced at Mary's small duffle, "Is this all of your luggage?" Mary nodded. "Just leave it here and Steve will take it up." A large shaggy dog that was lying in a dog bed behind the podium stood up at hearing 'Steve' and walked over. Steve nuzzled Lydia's knee and she bent down and kissed him on the snout and scratched him behind the ears. "She is staying in the princess suite, take her bag up." Steve was a mutt with a sturdy build, obviously a lot of working dog in him. He had grey hair that was about an inch long. Too long to be a short hair and too short to be a long. "Steve? Like the man in the brochure?" "One in the same. Right now he is in the canine section of his cycle. If you were here 6 months ago, I would have been curled up in the bed and he would have greeted you at the door." "Six months? How long is he going to be a dog." "Steve usually runs 5 months human, 5 months dog with about a month of transition between cycles. He likes to joke he only feels fully human for one week a year." "A month!" Mary's hopes of watching a transformation or being fucked during a transformation were dashed. "This is science not magic. There are stories in the family records about people who transitioned in the course of a week, but the description was horrific. Even at a month it's an excruciating process. The bones break and reshape. Hair grows and falls out and then starts growing again and teeth are just a nightmare. Come with me. Jason is about a week into changing to his canine form." Lydia led Mary down the hall and out the back door. Mary gaped at the sight. The house was situated on the top of a rise, there was a field of grass running down to some woods that seemed to go on forever. She counted three ranges of mountains in the distance and each of the was nothing be forest. "We back up onto state game lands. The big game is out of season so there is no one in the woods." Lydia walked down toward the wood line and to a small cabin that was little more than a garden shed. Lydia opened the door a little bit and peeked inside then threw open the door for Mary to see. The smell hit her first. It was sickening. It smelled like fear and pain and death. There were bits of flesh on the floor and a shriveled hairy hand poking out from under a blanket. There was a moan and the shape under the blanket shifted. Mary turned her head away, afraid to look. "You said it was science?" "Originally it was thought to be a curse. There are a few stories of people being hung for witchcraft. Around the 1850 my ancestor settled down and managed to keep it a secret long enough to have a family who could help him hide it." Lydia closed and locked the door to the shed and started back up to the house. Mary stared at Lydia's shapely backside and looked back up at the house. The porch wrapped all the way the victorian house. There were balconies overlooking the woods and what appeared to be a large hot tub on the back porch. She wondered if she could enjoy that view knowing what was going on in the shed. Lydia continued talking in a dreamy state. "We are all related to him, but we are barely related to each other. Our parents passed the stories and if anyone manifested symptoms they were sent here. There are a dozen of us going through our cycles. We decided that we needed a bit more social contact." Lydia walked into the house and led Mary into the living room. There were several large soft sofas some with towels for the dogs to lie on. "Would you like something to drink? We have beer, wine, or something harder if you'd like." Lydia offered. "Red wine would be nice." Mary said sitting down on one of the sofas. Steve padded in and laid his head on her lap. She started to scratch him under his chin and he gave a happy whimper and rolled onto his back. She started to rub his belly as his cock stiffened and came out of it sheath. Mary looked down at his red pecker and touched it. She had never been with an animal before and she wasn't sure. Then again, this was Steve, the handsome man in the brochures. She wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke it. The cock was hot in her hand. It was bright red with a pointy tip. At the base there was a swelling of what would be his knot when he was fully in his bitch. She traced her finger around the peehole at the tip and Steve twitched in pleasure. Lydia handed her a glass of wine. "This was Steve's idea, really. He knew that there were people who fetishized sex with animals but didn't want it to be abuse. When I first came here, frightened and afraid in a dog crate he was the one who welcomed me, who made me feel welcome." Mary took a sip and kept stroking Steve's penis. She was amazed at how different it was from a normal man's penis. She started to stroke it faster and Steve started to pant. She could feel herself getting excited. This wasn't like anything that she had ever done before. It was strange and mystical and different. Steve tensed and yipped and ropes of white cum shot out and covered his furry belly. Mary stared down at the bit that was on her hand with curiosity. His cock was still hard and the knot was fully swollen. Mary wondered what it would feel like to have that inside of her. How full she would feel. It looked to be the size of a tennis ball. "Go ahead and taste it if you like. It's not bad." Mary licked her hand and was pleased with the taste but her face wrinkled and she pursed her lips when she realized what she had just done. "I've done it a hundred times and still occasionally feel remorse. The bathroom is around the corner." Mary quickly dashed off and washed her hands. When she got back Lydia had her skirt up and another large shaggy dog was hungrily lapping at her bald pussy. Steve was lying on his back asleep, one leg kicking. "Steve always falls asleep right afterwards. This is Candy, as a dog she loves licking pussy. A bit too shy about it when she is a human. How about you give it a shot." Mary smiled and unzipped her skirt and lowered her panties and sat down on the floor. She spread her legs and then rubbed her pussy. There was a bright red landing strip of hair pointing down to soft smooth lips. She spread her lips and the smell of her excitement filled the room. "Candy, would you mind?" Candy walked over and started licking her. The large warm tongue stroked her from asshole to clit and then back in long quick strokes. Candy was much the same type of mutt as Steve was, similar build, a little more slight, but unlike Steve she was a uniform chocolate brown. She also had the same strange intermediate length hair. Mary sighed in contentment. It was some of the best pussy licking she had had from a man or a woman in quite a long time. Then a thought hit her, "Isn't it weird having sex with family?" "We aren't that related. Good records are the only way that we know. Candy there is my fourth cousin. If you came from a town of less than 100,000 people odds are you lost your virginity to a fourth cousin or closer." Mary was getting close and started to scratch Candy's head. Her fingernails were running through the bristly fur. It felt so nice in her hands. Candy started to lick harder and her nose pressed against her clit. She grabbed Candy's floppy ears and pulled. Candy's tongue dug into her vagina, tasting her farther in than anyone had before. Mary felt her pussy spasm as the rest of her body relaxed and her juices flowed freely. The additional liquid sped up Candy's ministrations as if she couldn't get enough. Candy was a woman dying of thirst in the desert. Mary felt a wave of pleasure roll over her followed by another one. She gasped and shuddered as another wave hit it. Candy kept going. Mary wondered when it would stop. All her previous lovers had given up well before her third. "Oh..." Mary sighed. Her eyes closed and she threw her arms back and grabbed the sofa. She arched her back lifting her pussy up and pressing it into Candy's snout. "AAAHHH!!!!" She started to scream, the pleasure was so intense. She started to push Candy off of her and Lydia can to her rescue pulling the eager mutt off. "Candy, that's enough! You remember when I did it to you." Candy yelped assent and turned a slimy baleful face to Mary and barked something that sounded amazingly like, "Sorry." Mary smiled. "It's okay, wonderful really, just a bit much." Mary took Candy's head in her hands and gave her a kiss on the snout. The dog's snout smelled like pussy. Candy licked Mary's face and wandered off. "It's amazing, do you guys do nothing be have sex?" "Something like that. We do some work from home but for the most part we are supported by relatives. We live a quiet life in the country. We don't really have much interaction with the outside world. The past couple of years we have started bringing people like you in." "Any idea of the cause?" "Of course, long ago it was thought to be a curse. Later when evolution caught on it was thought to be a vestigial trait, about a decade ago we came up with the theory that it was actually a virus that had inserted itself into our DNA. Don't worry there is no sign that it's contagious. We have 150 years of evidence." Mary heaved a sigh of relief but still seemed nervous. "It passes down to children only, there has never been a spouse or lover who contracted the illness. There are ten of us alive today out of thousands of possible victims." Mary moved onto the sofa and sipped her wine. This was all so wild and wonderful. She was naked from the waist down and feeling strange about it, but her pussy was still oozing and throbbing from the licking it had taken. Lydia stripped off her dress and sat completely naked next to Mary. She took one of Mary's hands and rested it on her breast. "Recently with DNA testing we identified it as a Canine Endogenous Retrovirus. It was a disease that dogs carry buried deep in their genome that jumped to an ancestor of ours. When it did carried sections of the dog DNA with it. The virus lies inactive for months or years, even lifetimes and then suddenly breaks out, and when it does, it brings the canine DNA out with it." "So you call this CERV?" Mary asked pronouncing it curve. "Biology is full of backronyms. It's still our curse, now it's just Canine Endogenous Retrovirus Syndrome." Mary smiled. "That is a sexy acronym. I could get you funding. I could get you millions to study this." "We don't need it studied or want it studied at this point. We've come to peace with it. We're supported by family, we have entertainment and each other. The only problem we possibly have is if we all change at once, and if that does happen there are people lined up to com take care of us. We're fine." "If you change your mind, let me know. I can get you millions." Lydia smiled, "I may just take you up on that. Get a shower. Come down to dinner naked. You might get a surprise under the table. After we eat you can decide to spend the rest of the weekend." Mary went up to her room and stripped off the rest of her clothes. The bathroom had a large clawfoot tub that had a show overhead. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water flow over her. She rubbed her pussy with a washcloth to get the dog slobber off. She wondered what it would be like to fuck a dog. This would be her chance to try out something completely forbidden. It might not be having sex with an actual animal but it was as close as she could come legally and morally. In the shower she quickly shaved. As she stepped out and dried, she wondered what would turn the werewolves on the most and was flummoxed. She decided to go with no perfume at all, hoping that the natural scent of her arousal would suffice. When she got down to the dining room there was Lydia, Candy and Steve along with a man that looked a lot like Steve, so much so that they could be brothers. Both Lydia and the man were naked as well. Lydia looked down at his penis and saw that it was more than adequate to meet her needs. He was only semi erect and obviously used to being naked. On the table was a sumptuous meal of roast beef and vegetables. "Hi, I'm Carl" the man said extending his hand. Mary shook his hand and felt it was warm strong and rough. The hands of a man who knew how to use his hands. She wondered how they would feel on her. She had an idea. She knew that this whole facility and staff was at her disposal. Mary took Carl's hand and placed it on her left breast. He squeezed the soft with confidence, holding the flesh. Then his fingers slid ever so slightly and he pinched her nipple. She took his other hand and placed it on her right ass cheek. He squeezed her ass pulling the soft cheeks apart. His middle finger found her asshole and rested lightly on it. He pulled her closer to him and his now erect penis. She felt it push against her belly. She licked his throat and chin, then stood on tip toes to kiss his nose. As she lowered down she felt his cock trapped between her thighs pressing against her smooth pussy. "Maybe later." She said and turned away toward her seat and sat down. Carl walked toward the head of the table with an obvious erection. Lydia smiled, and said, "We serve family style here." She gestured towards chairs and Steve and Candy climbed up. She then sat down and Mary did as well. Carl remained seated and started to carve the roast beef. He lay slices down on everyones plates and then followed up with a scoop of vegetables. Steve and Candy eyed the plates greedily. When Carl finished he sat down and started cutting into his food. The two canines started to devour the food ravenously. Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair Ch. 02 Mary is a weekend guest at Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair. A B&B staffed by werewolves. Werewolves who alternate human and canine over the course of a year not a night. Mary stared at the breakfast basket that was in her room. She contemplated sharing it with Steve and Candy but at this point she wanted more human companionship. Someone she could talk to about what had happened. Mary took the basket and walked down to join Lydia in the hot tub. There was a low fog over the valley, barely obscuring the small shack. She heard a sad moan coming from that direction, but it was immediately drowned out by the sound of the bubbles. Mary poured herself a mimosa as she eased down into the tub. "The view is incredible. It's too bad that it's in the middle of nowhere." "We're 4 hours from NY, Philly or DC. It's there if we ever want it, but honestly is it really worth it?" Lydia slid closer, her breasts bouncing at the water line. "The only thing I really missed is having people around, but now, well..." She smiled and slid closer until her thighs were touching Mary's. Mary leaned back her long red hair hanging off the edge of of the hot tub. She lifted an arm out of the water and rested it around Lydia's shoulder and took another sip of the drink. "I could really get used to this." She said with a coprophagus grin. The two women watched the sun come up and burn the fog out of the valley. The watched the dew melt off the grass. They sat and they drank until the champagne and orange juice was gone. They drank until the bottle Carl dropped off to keep them going was empty. Lydia stood up and said, "Come with me." She took Mary's hand and led her out of the hot tub. When Mary stepped out, Lydia offer her a pair of sandals, She lifted one of Mary's feet and slid the sandal on planting a kiss on her pudenda as she did so. Mary lifted the other foot and Lydia placed a sandal on it and then gave Mary's puss another kiss. Lydia slipped on her own pair of sandals and then grabbed a small bag. The two women started to walk down the hill together, carefully avoiding the shack with the strange moaning. The autumn sun was hot on Mary's pale skin and she was afraid of burning. It was only a couple of minutes though until they were into the dappled light of the forest and Mary was almost feeling chilled. They walked along hand in hand. Mary finally broke the silence, "So what is it like being a dog?" "Weird, you don't really remember being a person entirely. You know that aren't a dog but at the same time you aren't quite human. It's hard to read or think clearly. The basic animal instincts take over. When I'm a dog, all I want to do is eat, run and fuck. I would lick my pussy for hours on end." "Sounds wonderful." "The best part of being a dog. The funny thing is that I didn't appreciate it the same way that I do when I am me. It's like scratching an itch. It's nice but not wonderful." The two women walked along in silence and Mary marveled at how unusual it was to be naked outside, but at the same time how natural it was. She wanted to cover up but at the same time she didn't because of how free Lydia was with it. The path was well maintained and wide enough for the two women to walk abreast. The leaves were beginning to change but they still blocked out the sun. As the path wound down the hill it came to a small babbling stream. A stream that was a bit to wide to jump across but only ankle deep. The path then started up hill slightly following the creek. The burbling sounds were strangely hypnotic. "It's so beautiful here." "It's something that we miss as canines really. The colors flatten out, smells and sounds are more intense but get overwhelming. You can't really enjoy the beauty. We're coming up on my favorite spot." The forest opened up to a meadow with a large pond in the middle. The creek was blocked off with a jumble of logs and branches which Mary recognized as a beaver dam. In the middle of the pond was the beaver's lodge, a small mound of dirt and sticks. Lydia stepped out of her shoes and stepped into the water. Mary took off hers and stepped in. The ground was soft and spongy, slightly muddy but incredibly soft and smooth. She took a few more steps and realized that her toes were beginning to sink into the mud. When Lydia was about knee deep she lay down into the water diving across it. Mary got out a bit deeper and followed suit, reveling about how the water felt flowing over her bare skin. It was so wonderful to be swimming in the warm water of the beaver pond without any clothes. Even though fall was well upon them the shallow pool was warm. Mary swam with long strong strokes. her hands brushing the bottom of the pond. Lydia was already on the other side and Mary raced to catch up. The far side of the pool was a muddy flat. Lydia lay upon it just barely sinking into the surface. Mary tried to stand and walk but ended up sinking thigh deep in the thick mud. "Lie back. Just sort of float." Mary did and was surprised how the mud seemed to lift her up. She lay back on it and then pushed over to Mary. The mud was soft and sticky and clung to her flesh of her legs, and she loved it. It was so wonderful to feel the warm stickiness sliding off of her. When she was floating safely on her back she pushed over to Mary. The two women held hands as they baked in the warm sun. Lydia did a full roll and stopped back on her back covered head to toe in mud. Mary followed her example and was similarly coated. As the mud dried on her skin she realized how much it served to block the sun. The sun dried the mud on her skin and Mary stated to think about the way that she looked with the mud caked on her skin and her hair matted into a mess. She wondered if this was how Eve felt in the garden. The mud tightened against her skin as the sun warmed her. She thought of expensive mud treatments and IR lamps. She had spent thousands for a spa treatments that had the same effect, but this was all natural and she loved it. The two women crawled out of the mud and lay down on the soft grass. The sun was warm and soft on their skin. "I could stay here forever, if I didn't have to work." "It is nice." Lydia said rolling over. The two women fell asleep and when they awoke clouds had rolled in. Mary woke to Lydia shaking her shoulders. "Come on, it's going to rain." Mary looked up and saw that the sky was significantly darker. Lightning danced across the sky and large heavy drops of rain started to fall from the sky. The warm dirt caked on Mary's skin quickly turned in to cold mud. The two women picked up their sandals and started to run up the trail. By the time they got up to they were soaked and muddy. Carl was waiting on the porch. He was wearing a pair of overalls and a straw hat. The two women were cover in mud and goosebumps and shivering. They were making a beeline for the hot tub. "Fuck no." Carl said blocking them. You are not getting in there. Last time it almost killed the pump. Mary smiled and grabbed Carl and pulled him into the rain. She pulled his overalls down and was pleased to be greeted by his naked cock. She rubbed her mudslick body against his and reveled in the warmth. The warmth spread to her pussy and soon it wasn't only her skin that was wet. She grabbed Carl's cock and guided it into her pussy. His hands reached up and pinched nipples. She moaned as he pinched and squeezed her breasts. The rain was falling down on her, dissolving the mud into rivulets that ran down her body and puddled on Carl's torso. She rested her hands on his taut chest feeling his muscles under her hands. She rocked forward and then back relishing the feeling of his cock working in and out of her pussy. She ran her hands down her body, collecting the mud and then rubbed it onto his chest. She rocked forward sliding her hands up to his face covering it in mud. She loved the feeling of his cock filling her as she rocked back. She squeegeed mud from her hair and spread it across his bare chest. Mary sighed in rapture as her pussy contracted around Carl's cock. She stood up and started to walk towards the house, leaving Carl's unsatisfied cock erect in the rain. "Over here!" Lydia called indicating an outdoor shower. Mary dashed over and felt the warm water mix with the cold rain warming her up. "Most outdoor showers are ambient only, but we use it so much I convinced Carl to upgrade ours." The two women rubbed and soaped each other, stripping off the layers of mud that encrusted them. Lydia's hands gently eased the remainder of the mud off of Mary's body. The two women moved their faces closer together then slowly kissed. Lydia's hands connect to the small of Mary's back and then moved down and cupped her ass. The water rolled down off of her taking the mud with her. Mary was getting cleaner but felt progressively more dirty. Her tongue darted into Lydia's mouth. Their tongues danced as Lydia gripped Mary's ass. Her hands spread Lydia's ass. Lydia felt something else. There was something hard pressing against her asshole. Mary smiled and pushed back and felt Carl's hard cock slide in. Carl's cock felt wonderful in her pussy as Lydia's tongue probed her mouth and her hand worked her pussy. It was feeling wonderful and she was on the verge of cuming again. She heard Carl's breathing speed up. Mary knew he was close to filling her cunt with his sperm. She stopped and turned to face him. She grabbed his cock and placed her lips against his. His cock was warm and hard in her hand. She could feel her cunt juices on it as she stroked him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she felt her erect nipples pressing against him. "Tell me," she asked breaking the kiss, "Do you fuck Candy?" Carl nodded dumbly. Mary bit his lip, kissed him then said. "I... want... to... watch..." accenting each syllable with a firm squeeze and a yank on his cock. The three of them walked into the house with Mary leading Carl by the dick. She was very careful to keep him aroused but not not close to coming. Steve walked up and sniffed Mary's crotch. She patted his head and said, "Maybe later, go get Candy. I want to watch right now." Steve padded off in search of Candy while Mary kept stroking Carl's dick in a slow steady pattern. Candy walked into the room. She was large for a dog with longish soft brown fur. Her body shape was pure mutt. There wasn't anything well defined about it. "Candy, I want to watch Carl fuck you. Are you okay fucking your cousin?" Candy barked enthusiastically and presented herself to Carl. She backed up towards him with her tail lifted. Mary smiled and dragged Carl by the cock over to Candy. She pulled down and Carl lowered to his knees. She pulled harder and Carl walked on his knees over to the waiting Candy. When Carl got close to Candy he started to rub her neck and ears. Mary guided Carl's dick to Candy's waiting vagina. She rubbed his head against it noticing how close it was to her ass. As Carl's cock brushed Candy's ass it twitched. Obviously Candy didn't like it in the butt. When the cock was lined up Carl pushed forward and slid in. Mary found a sofa to watch the action. She spread her legs and propped up her heals. With her right hand she started to rub her clit while her left fingers started to work there way in and out. She was fascinated by the way that Carl pushed his cock into Candy. It wasn't like a man fucking a woman. It was slower more deliberate. Candy responded best when Carl was all the way in. She whimpered slightly as he was pulling out. She really wanted his cock deep in her. Carl started to narrate. "You can't believe what this feels like. Her cunt is so hot and wet. She squeezes me with every push. I feel like I am going to cum but she holds me too tightly. Oh..." Carl is buried all the way in at this point and he pauses then pulls back. "She doesn't squeeze me rhythmically like a normal woman does. It's a hot vice that traps me and tries to milk my cum out." Carl had his hands on Candy's furry haunches. It looked to Mary like he really was fucking a dog, but she had to keep reminding herself that 6 months ago their positions were reversed and Carl was the canine and Candy was the human being mounted by what looked like to all the world to be a dog. Carl groans as the head of his cock is the only thing in Candy. Lydia positions herself between Mary's thighs and starts to lick her pussy. Mary takes her left hand out of her pussy and begins to massage her nipples with it. Her right hand is still running frantic circles around her clit. She feels so close to cuming as Lydia explores her labie. It is the hottest thing that she has ever seen, this man having sex with an woman. It turns her on seeing how owned the woman is. How possessed Candy is by Carl. He could collar her, leash her, tie her up and no one would say a thing and here he is just fucking her. She felt a small wave of pleasure surge over her. She knew she was close to cumming and that this might be it for her. She was going to fall asleep or pass out after and orgasm this intense. The pleasure grew and she saw herself as Candy. She wanted to know what it was like to be the dog being fucked, to be covered with fur and the only unmffled sensation was the cock in her cunt. She grunted and Carl slid back in. "She is so tight right now. I can feel her clamping down on me. She doesn't want me to pull out but that makes it harder to get in. I can't take it." He grabbed Candy's hips and forced himself all the way in. From the way he grunted and then relaxed Mary knew that he was cumming. She thought how it must feel down on all fours to feel that inside of her. What it must smell like in this room with all the sex going. Even as a human the smell was arousing and intense. Her fingers circled her clit once last time and she arched her back. It was an orgasm beyond belief. As the wave washed over her she knew how Candy had felt. She knew how Carl had felt, the tight pussy surrounding her penis the fur against his hands and thighs. She knew what was going though Lydia's mind with a mouth full of pussy, wanting to satisfy and yet not worrying about being satisfied. She touched the mind of God. Lyida woke the next morning in bed with Candy and Steve next to her. She smilled at the smell of their fur and her pleasure from the night before. As she checked out she gave Lydia a peck on the cheek and asked, "Same time next year?" "I'll pencil you in." Lydia's Lycanthrope Lair Dinner was quite pleasant with small talk about prior sex experiences. Mary wasn't at all surprised that the four of them spent most of their time having sex. They would occasionally drive into town for supplies but for the most part they spent all of their time fucking. All of them had experienced sex as both human and animal with each other in each of their forms. Steve and Candy of course finished first as they did they each went under the table. Lydia felt hot breath on her thighs and then spread them ever so slightly. She felt the fur between her legs and spread them and slid forward. She felt a tongue dive into her vagina as a nose pressed hard against her clit. There was no foreplay this time. Steve knew what wanted and dove in. Lydia gasped, she was being ministered to by Candy and was doing her best to appear normal. She cut a piece of carrot and placed it between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Mary did her best to emulate Lydia's poise, but as she came a third time she grabbed Steve's ears, and screamed "Fuck me!" She kicked the chair back and got down on her hands and knees. Mary was shocked at how fast Steve mounted her. His pointy cock was in her before she knew what happened. His front claws scratched her shoulders as his weight came down on her. He fucked her harder and faster than any boyfriend had in the past and she was cuming like a freight train. His cock was probing deep into her and then she felt the knot. She knew that he would never be able to force it into her but once inside it could grow and once it started to grow she knew that it would never come out without going down. Steve jerked and she felt his cock throb. Her pussy spasmed as she orgasmed. It clenched down and loosened a bit but not enough. Steve flipped a leg over and stood ass to ass with her, his cock twisted and still stuck inside of her. He stopped pounding but would occasionally push and pull a bit. Mary was in ecstasy. Her pussy was full and she was orgasming, but it was a warm soft pleasure. It was gentle waves lapping over her feet not massive waves knocking her over. She could live like this forever. It was a pleasure that didn't overwhelm her. "Carl, come around, please." Carl stood before her with his back against the wall and his dick in her face. She reached up and gently caressed his ball sack. "This is so wonderful." Mary kissed the tip of his penis reveling in the masculine smell emanating from him. He was a real man who did real work. He had a strong vigorous body with muscles. Not the lean starved muscles of body builders, but the hard real muscles of a man who did man's work. She greedily sucked on his cock, swallowing it whole. She reveled as the man meat forced its way down her throat. She swallowed again and grabbed his ass pulling him toward her. Mary's face was buried in his pubes. She couldn't breathe but the masculine scent filled her nostrils. She pushed hard back against Steve, his hair scratching her rump. She swallowed hard, squeezing Carl's ass. She felt his cock begin to jerk catching the last bit of cum in her open mouth. "Candy!" She called, taking care not to spill. The dog walked over and Mary held her mouth open. Candy's long tongue snaked into Mary's mouth licking the cum off her tongue and then swirled under hers and between her lips and teeth. Candy searched every inch of Mary's mouth to get the last taste of cum. Mary smiled feeling perverse and decadent. She lay down and the floor and Steve followed her down. Eventually his knot subsided and his cock pulled out. Mary looked up at Lydia and asked, "Can I take both Steve and Candy to be with me?" "Of course. I think they would be disappointed if they didn't join you. Steve, Candy, to the guest room." The two dogs headed out of the dining room and Mary followed them. The guest room had a huge king sized bed with an ornate headboard and footboard. The headboard was padded and she noticed that both ends had places where ties could be secured. The room had a large padded chair and a matching ottoman. The ottoman was the perfect heigh to be bent over and fucked on. There was a nice dresser with a large mirror that was angled towards the bed and ottoman so that the person being fucked could watch. She pulled back the covers and slid into the bed. She patted the bed beside her and the two dogs joined her, one on each side. She fell asleep enjoying the feel of fur against her skin. Mary woke up with the sheets knocked off and the dogs lying on top of her. She saw that Steve had a semi-erection. She eased her self up and began to inspect it. She slid a finger around the tip of the his cock. She marveled at its crimson hue. She gently stroked it in its sheath and then decided to go for broke. Mary engulfed the cock with her mouth. It was saltier and muskier than most men she had tasted, with a different, animal smell to it. Her lips caressed the cock as her tongue explore the shape. She reached back and started to run a finger between her pussy lips. The smell of her sex started to fill the room. She sucked the dick into her mouth and began to stroke it faster. She closed it in her mouth and imagined it belonged to a half wolf/half human lover. She wondered what that would be like, human hands, stroking and holding her body, but that magnificent that drove her so mad yesterday with Steve and Candy. Steve's leg kicked slightly and he smacked his jaws. That was when Mary realized she was 69'ing her canine lover. Steve must have realized it as well because he started to lick Mary's pussy and hand. He drove his nose deep in and inhaled deeply. He blew out and his hot breath washed over her clit and she couldn't believe the sensation. Steve's tongue washed over her hand and into her pussy. He licked upwards and tasted her ass. Mary had never had anyone seriously lick her ass before. One or two people lightly grazed it before, but Steve seemed truly interested in it. She started to suck his dick harder she wanted to get him off so he wouldn't be tempted to knot in her asshole, and so that she wouldn't be tempted to let him. Steve started to lick her ass more vigorously and was breathing harder. His hot breath was driving her wild. His tongue was digging into her hidden hole and she could feel it opening for him. Then it happened. Thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth, not as much as a human but still a good amount. It was thicker and richer than she was used to and she happily swallowed it down. It almost had a meaty taste to it. When Steve came it surprised her and much to her shame she farted. That only served to drive him madder with lust and soon he was tonguing her asshole with abandon. She came quickly and stood up. "Thank you Steve, that's enough." Steve looked balefully up at her. "Not right now, maybe later." He turned and went to licking himself. Mary decided she needed a shower. She took a hot shower and made sure to scrub her ass really well. It was still a bit loose and excitable from the licking. The warm steam rolled over her body and wet down her flowing red hair. She climbed out of the shower and started to towel off. She wrapped the towel around her torso more from habit than anything and set about drying her hair. When she stepped out of the bathroom she saw Candy standing in the room with a basket in her mouth. Mary took the basket from Candy and sat on the dresser. Inside was a small carafe of Orange Juice, a small bottle of champagne, two fresh muffins and a small pot of jam and butter along with a note. The note read, "Candy told me you and Steve were busy. If you would like you can enjoy breakfast in bed, or come join me in the hot tub. -L" To be continued...