The Surrogate Orgy; Part Two
#2 of Surrogate Orgy
Days two-five.
The Surrogate Orgy; Part Two
"I thought I wasn't allowed to participate." Tyler asked Soren as she undressed.
"I made the rules. I can break them." the wolf responded curtly, dropping the last of her clothing to the floor. She grabbed a hold of Tyler's wrist and led him to the bed. She gave him a swat on his ass, edging him up onto the bed. He grinned back at her as he climbed up on all fours.
He glanced back over his shoulder to see the she wolf strapping on one of her favorite toys: a canine dildo, complete with knot. He looked mildly concerned.
"I will go slow. If it hurts, tell me. Just try to relax." Soren ran her hand the wrong way through his fur, making him shudder. She let the one hand rest in the small of his back, keeping it down/ass up, and placed her other hand on his hip to pull him close. She used her hips to position the strap-on.
Tyler heard the sound of a small squeeze container click open, then shut, then the lovely "squicking" sound. The tip of something prodded at his virgin asshole. He involuntarily tightened.
"Relax." Soren commanded gently, massaging his hip with one hand, and using her other hand to control the dildo. She worked the pointed tip inside, the lube helping quite a bit. The dog tried to focus on something else to make his butt relax, but every time Soren moved, he was brought right back.
"Ungh." Tyler grunted as the she wolf pushed a little further. She had a hold of both his hips now, holding him in place while she worked the dildo in and out in slow, short, steps. Each push gained just a bit more. He let his body start to sink, forcing her to dig her claws in to hold him up to her.
"Relax. We're halfway there." Soren pressed further, getting another guttural grunt from the dog. Finally, she pushed straight up to the knot, sinking the remaining couple of inches in one move. Tyler groaned and arched.
"Please...I need this inside me...ungh..."
Soren rocked back and forth, working just an inch in and out, smoothing him, conditioning him for the actual fuck.
When he finally started to relax, Soren pulled back and rammed him. She moaned as did he. Her strap-on was unique, in design, with a small, C-shaped apparatus on the inside that hooked up into her, stimulating her as she fucked whomever with the replaceable dildo. She bottomed out to the knot, then rammed him again. He continued to sink further to the bed like a black, furry, puddle.
She jabbed him with her claws, then forced back inside of him. She pulled back, then pumped, moving one hand up to grab his scruff, forcing him to concave arch. He growled as she fucked him, building herself towards her own release, but not oblivious to his raging boner bobbing around like a stiff flag with every thrust. He scrunched the sheets in his fists, bared his teeth, rocked back towards his mistress.
Soren rode harder, feeling her tingle starting to manifest. She maneuvered expertly, chasing her clit with the little "C". Her movement changed the way the dildo raked along his guts, tapping and rubbing against his prostate. A thin whip of pre oozed from his cock, stringing down to the fresh sheets. He released the sheet with one paw, grabbing his cock and trying to rub one out before she noticed.
"No. No waste!" Soren yelped, smacking him hard on one buttcheek, while ramming the knot inside of him. Tyler yipped in equal parts surprise and pain at the sudden entry. Soren fucked in short strokes, keeping the knot locked into him, until she finally felt her release take hold. She lost her balance when her legs gave out, the orgasm taking control of her body. Soren collapsed on her side, dragging the dog with her.
Tyler was then sitting on top of Soren, reverse cowgirl, wondering what the hell just happened. She shoved him off the dildo, causing yet another yelp, and pulled him back down face-first. The wet dildo stabbed Tyler in the stomach.
"Fuck me. Put your fucking seed inside me. I need your goddamn cock!" Soren growled.
Tyler obediently unstrapped her, then positioned himself at the sopping wet entrance.
"Urgh fuck me HARD!" she snarled, grabbing his hips and trying to force him inside. He lined up, and plunged deep inside her in one swift act. He nearly melted at the sudden heat wrapped around his cock, Soren wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. He rammed into her, each time gaining speed, fucking her as hard as he could, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust, the bed creaking and thumping the wall.
"Ahh fuck..." Tyler muttered, feeling his balls tighten up, like springs ready to launch his fluids like a rocket. With another heave, he forced his swollen knot inside her, making her moan and dig into him tighter. He continued his fast pace, hard and determined, damn near violent, until he released inside her, quickly filling her. She cinched her legs down, his hot deposit tipping her over the edge. The wolf raked his back with her claws as she squeezed down on his cock with her abused pussy, a second climax racking her body.
Tyler bent down, muzzle next to muzzle, burying his face in her neck while waiting for his knot to dissipate.
"Soren..."
"Mmmm?"
"Where do you keep the bread?"
"What?" the white wolf cracked an eye open. Tyler was nowhere to be found, but Cane was standing over her. In her drowsy stupor, she realized she had only dreamt of the encounter. She growled, pulled the blanket back over her head.
"Pantry, top shelf."
"Oh ok. Sorry I woke you."
"You should be." she sighed, trying to ignore her damp inner thighs.
Day two started out as any ordinary day. Breakfast. Then a run in the "back 40", Soren's forty-acre wooded backyard, followed by some time in front if the TV getting Brandon up to speed on Game of Thrones.
"I originally started watching because I heard it was chock full of nudity and sexual forays. After what happened to the Starks, I am now sucked in. Little punk ass blonde bastard." Soren said over lunch as they watched an episode from season three.
"Agreed." Brandon bit into a chicken breast.
After a couple episodes, Cane started getting antsy. Soren grinned at him. Next thing you know, Soren stands, beckoning Cane over to the loveseat where Tyler and her had been sitting. The coyote sits next to Tyler, shooting him a cocky smirk. Soren crawls onto the coyote's lap, hovering just above his growing erection.
"No matter what, I'm still alpha in this house. Regardless of what you do or think, you get nothing unless I allow it." Soren whispered. Cane nodded, already panting with anticipation of seeding her again.
"You don't get Tyler again unless I say so. If you ever hit him or hurt him again, I will take you out into the back 40 and teach you such a hard lesson you'll be hurting for weeks." Soren snarled.
"Yes mistress." the coyote gulped. He was a new alpha who learned like most alphas did: by being a submissive first.
Soren grabbed a hold of the back of the couch, and lowered herself down, taking in the wild canine's pecker. She didn't like his as much as the dogs', but a deal was a deal. The coyote growled as he tried to push up into her. She was in control here though, and he couldn't do much from his position. Tyler watched Cane's cock slowly disappear into his mistress' body, his own cock growing quickly. Brandon forgot the TV and was already rubbing his own cock while watching.
Cane bottomed out with a yip and a moan, as Soren grinded on him, forcing his cock into weird angles. She rocked her hips back and forwards, stretching the coyote in ways he hadn't been. Soren moved a hand to Tyler's shoulder, then to his neck, squeezing down on him as he massaged his own dick. He laid back, limp, letting whatever happened, happen.
Soren managed to pull the coyote's seed quicker than expected, his knot barely keeping her locked to him. The downfall of being a coyote in a wolf world. As they waited for his knot to deflate (not long), she rested her head on his shoulder, blocking his view of Tyler. She moved her hand from the dog's neck, trailing delicately down to his rigid pole. He shuddered as she ran her claws gently through his fur, tickling his ribs, then his belly, finally finding his sheath.
The wolf expertly traced her finger around the sheath, rubbing at the base of the knot, then meandering down to his velvety soft balls. She played with each one, rubbing the sack itself while massaging each nut. Tyler sank into the loveseat, once again becoming a furry black puddle. She moved from the balls, lightly running a single claw up his cock, pulling a violent shudder and a gasp from the black dog. Soren circled the tip, stopping at the urethra to dip the tip of her claw in just a little. Another groan.
Suddenly, Soren was off the coyote, and disappeared into the back room. Tyler was splayed on the loveseat next to an equally confused Cane.
The wolf returned with a small rosewood box and a little container of her favorite lube, the water-based version of Gun Oil. She opened the box, producing a thin silver rod, tapered on one end, ball on the other. She applied lube to her fingers, then wetted the rod.
"If you feel a sharp pain, tell me." Soren knelt in front of Tyler. His blue eyes were alight with excitement as she bent down and licked at his cock. She took the better part of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him, coating him in her saliva. She poked at his tiny hole with her tongue, then pulled back.
The she wolf took his dick in her hand, holding it straight, while she carefully inserted the end of the rod into his urethra. He sighed as she slowly pushed it in. He tried to hold still, but he couldn't help but push into her hand. She held his cock tight enough to prevent any issues, and bottomed out the penis plug. Only the stainless steel ball visible like a little gem on the tip of his cock.
Soren left Tyler to stare at it, and beckoned Brandon into the center of the living room. She had him lay on the floor on his back, his cock standing at perfect attention. The wolf rubbed her hands on his lean body, messing his sandy fur. She found his sheath, massaging around the knot before guiding it to her pussy, where she was already well-lubricated.
With ease, she slipped down onto the dog, stretching slowly as she worked her hips in a slow sway. Tyler fingered his new appendage, while Cane stroked his floppy dick. Once she bottomed out, knot and all, she motioned for Tyler. Soren slowly ground on Brandon while Tyler made his way over. The she wolf bent down over Brandon, lifting her tail, exposing her pucker.
"Get in there, pup." Soren panted. Tyler kneeled behind her, pressing his cock against her. "Easy, boy."
He started to push into her, his cock still wet from her play earlier. She groaned and arched her back as he pushed deeper. He could feel when Brandon moved inside her, and he admitted it was electrifying. Tyler finally reached his knot. Soren rolled her hips around, savoring the dual cocks stretching her open. Tyler started pumping, slow at first, then picking up speed as he felt her respond. Brandon growled, holding Soren's hips. She rode along with Tyler's pace, milking both those cocks with everything she had.
Cane was full mast again, stroking his cock while ogling the trio on the floor. Brandon was first. He held Soren tight, locking into her. He growled as he fired his missile straight up into the wolf. Soren gladly accepted it. The two males held onto Soren, both riding in a harmonious rhythm, their cocks seperate but still rubbing. Soren whimpered with pleasure as Tyler took control, fucking her with long, deep strokes.
Finally, Tyler locked into Soren's tight ass. It didn't take much after that to encourage his release. Soren cried out, her own climax rocking her body, causing the spent Brandon to sigh as she clamped down on him. Tyler yelped with her ass cinching down tight on him.
The three canines were stuck in place, both males waiting patiently for their respective knots to recede. Soren relaxed on Brandon, completely exhausted and satisfied. Tyler leaned down and nuzzled Soren's neck.
Day three bore no out of the ordinary events. Once again, Cane went first, wetting Soren's inner walls. Brandon came second, flushing her thoroughly. Tyler sat aside, rubbing his cock and balls methodically, but never milking himself.
Soren went for her run after their session. Tyler followed her out like a puppy after some treats.
The woods were cool, even on a warm summer day. Soren loved to run. She loved the feel of the breeze rustling her fur, the smells of the wilderness, the complete freedom to bound; sailing over underbrush and fallen logs, dodging around staggered trees, ducking low-hanging branches, sometimes a combination of all. She took pride in her body, even with its imperfections.
Today seemed different though. Instead of her mind relaxing and allowing her to enjoy this most basic of pleasures, she was hyper-aware of her impending pregnancy. Although the pregnancy in Wulfs was relatively short, it would still be weeks before she could run like this again. And only three days in, she was also sensing a change in her feelings towards the whole thing. She was happy to help out her close friends, but she desperately wanted those pups to be....Tyler's.
Speaking of the devil, Tyler appeared from the woods behind Soren, panting.
"You're fucking fast." he said between pants. Soren grinned.
"Why're you following me?" the she wolf didn't bother trying to hide that she was happy to have alone time with the sexy black dog.
"You said before that you wanted to get to know me better." he shrugged and looked sideways at her, a coyness in his eyes that made her catch her breath.
"You are so much more attractive than I remember. Years ago, you were cute. A toy. But now, you're just so much more." Soren looked into his blue eyes. She had so much to say. She wanted him more than anything else. She was willing to do nearly anything for him.
Soren stepped forward to him, lifting her hand to his cheek, gently rubbing him with her thumb.
"I want you so badly." Soren sighed.
"Take me."
"Not until I'm positive."
"Positive?"
"Pregnant. We should head back..." Soren turned and trotted back through the woods. She kept her head down, trying to outrun the dog, and maybe even her emotions.
Day four was a whole new animal. Cane had Brandon on the floor, fucking him with an intensity that rivaled some of Soren's fantasies. The dogs howled and yipped, especially when Cane bit down onto Brandon's neck. The bite stirred the tan dog, and he released all over the floor. Cane slammed the dog's ass, each time rocking him forward so hard he kept losing his balance.
Soren watched around the corner, two fingers fiddling with her tender pussy folds. Cane sunk his claws into Brandon's hips as he filled the dog with his seed.
The two on the living room floor laid side by side, Cane still locked inside his mate.
Tyler was nowhere to be seen.
On the fifth day, only Cane fucked Soren. Brandon made do with his fuzzy palms while watching Cane ream the she wolf. Yet again, Soren felt like his seed wasn't reaching far enough.
She was getting tired of the usual "Cane plays alpha" and "Brandon plays submissive". She knew damn well they were simply partners, and it only further agitated the alpha in her. For years, she had caged that side of her. When she met Tyler, things started to change. She wanted him all to herself, as a pet, as a friend...as a soulmate. He seemed to understand her, and that was more valuable than his weight in platinum.
Soren left the coyote alone with his mate and crawled into bed.
Tyler snuck in after dark, sliding up under the covers and snuggling up to Soren's back.
Soren sucked him dry that evening, using her tongue to harvest all his seed. She held him down on the bed, sucking and lapping him like a popsicle. She fell asleep, muzzle nestled down on his abdomen.
To be continued.