His prick began to shrink, and she kept sucking. He had learned she liked cleaning it for him after he finished, and seemed to enjoy it too. He began licking not only her foaming pussy, but the hairy mound, then her belly and ass cheeks. She felt his mouth swabbing her asshole, which was spasming with the sexy feeling rolling through her. She took one hand from his hips and spread some of the creamy liquid on her neck to her tits, rubbing it into her nipples. Oh, what a lover, what a fantastic experience. She couldn't get over the pleasure of this sexplay that would offend society so much.

Lupe edged off her, as her hand petted him around the ears. He plumped down beside her, knowing she would want to climb in the stream. She was staring up at the stars, happy beyond any past experience. She kept petting him.» Lupe, my love, my wonderful partner. You're getting good at this. I hope you like it too." Her words seemed out of place in the cool little clearing that was their trysting place. Goddamn that man. Breaking her solitude, her free life. I have to find out more about him.

She bathed slowly, erotically enjoying the water on her bare skin, the soft moonlight that washed them. "Let's go take a look at this intruder," she murmured.


Gene realized there was something outside his tent when he heard one of his books rustle. He froze, wondering what to do. But he couldn't let some animal destroy them, or steal them. He turned out the lamp he had been reading by, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He had his army knife, and it was all he needed with any of the local animals. When he opened the tent flap, he saw that the book on Ecology had been moved, but not taken. Straining, he heard movement down the trail he used, and picked up his binoculars. He moved over to his right to a place that would give him a good view of whatever was retreating.

He saw a flash of white, and trained the binoculars on it. A shock hit his belly. The image was fuzzy, but it was clearly a woman running, and a wolf right on her heels. He could vaguely make out naked breasts bouncing, and her white ass showed no sign of clothing. She had longhair that was like a mane, almost down to her waist. Christ, she’s moving fast, he thought. The wolf pulled ahead of her, seeming to want to protect her. He guessed it was the young male, one of the pups he was sure. At a year and a half it was fully grown, and would be ferocious. But it clearly was her pet.

She must be the resident of that house. She must have come to check him out. Well, she had a right, he supposed. He was at least a neighbor, and she must wonder what he was doing. But running around nude, at two in the morning? And what effect was she having on the wolves? If they had become domesticated in some way, it screwed up his study of their habits. He'd have to go see her and explain what he was doing. He’d like to know a woman who could move as well as she was.

He kept watching, and the white figure slowed to a jog, heading down. The wolf broke off and into the meadow. She stopped and seemed to turn and look back at him. Looking back to see if he was following? Watching the wolf? Then she disappeared into the woods on a trail he hadn’t known was there. He watched the wolf trot back toward the pack's lair, then lowered the binoculars. He had a sinking feeling his study of wolves was doomed by the domestication she had managed, but he wondered how she had done it. In his observations so far, the three animals were much better fed than they had been the last time he saw them, and he wondered if she was feeding them.

One way or another, she obviously loved the animals, and he was happy to think they could now be safe from the rancher in the valley. Unless they had already been raiding. No, all he had seen was rabbits and deer in his inspection of their prey burial site. He had to talk to the woman. She had the answers.


Chapter Three

She saw him coming two hundred yards away, walking on the trail that would make him most visible. On purpose, she assumed, so as not to scare her. Merry wondered if he was mad that she had spied on his camp last night. What she had seen didn't tell her much, but it was not threatening. Ecology, and a telescope with a VCR. Observing something. Not her, from that spot. Maybe the wolves.

She had wakened a little early, because she had been shaken by giving herself away last night, though she was at a loss to know how. He must be very alert to have heard any sound from her stealthy investigation. Even Lupe had gone home early. She had not slept especially well, and felt her peaceful existence was threatened. But it was better that he come to see her, and get this out in the open.

He stopped just at the far end of her yard, still trying to be no threat. She was starting a deer loin roasting on the spit. Knowing he might come, she had jeans and a tee shirt on, and had put on a little makeup. "Hi. My name is Gene Brooks." "Meredith Hastings."

He was a great looking guy. Tall and lean, his jeans fit snugly to a well developed, broad shouldered body, a light plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows making him look like an outdoorsman. His face was handsome and dark, and his look was wary. He's as nervous about me as I am about him, she realized. "Come on in, can I offer you a glass of water." Her civility seemed to put him more at ease, and he walked closer.

Then she saw the look in his eyes, old before their time. He's been hurt. But there was also something out of control there. A dangerous man in some way. An interesting man. "Come on in the house" she said, surprised at the warmth in her voice. As they entered, she motioned him to the couch. She brought him a glass of water from the kitchen. "It’s from that spring, I think it's pretty clean. The water flows out of the mountain, and there's nothing up there to screw it up." "I've been all the way to the top, and there really isn't. Unless something's happened in the last year."

She sat down on the other section of the sofa and waited for him to speak. He stared at her, as if trying to see inside her. She held his gaze without flinching. Finally, he began. "Look, I came up here doing a study of free range wolves a year and a half ago. This house was empty then. It took me this long to get back here to finish what I started. I didn't mean to interfere with you, I was just trying to avoid upsetting you." He looked away, breaking their eye contact for the first time. "I just wanted to study the wolves. You'd be surprised at how dumb a lot of the ideas academics have about them are. Or maybe you wouldn't. Anyway, a couple of things I saw were called impossible, and I wanted to prove what I said." He looked into her eyes again. "And I was worried about them. The range is getting squeezed, and I was afraid they'd have to raid the ranch down in the valley for food. When I left, there were three pups. There's just the one now. Have you seen the other two?" He let the question hang in the air.

She held his gaze as she wondered how to respond. She was feeling intrigued, a little flustered, but excited at human contact. It was pleasanter than she had expected. I guess I haven't gone completely wild, she decided. When she began, the words seemed to come in a rush.

"No, I've just seen the male and female, and the young one. My dad used to own that ranch, but they sold it when he died six years ago. My mom died three weeks ago, and it turned out she had bought this place to give me. I came up after the funeral, and haven't left. I suppose it’s therapy, but I've never been happier in my life. You change things.» She was surprised that she said that last. "I don't want to offend you, but I was enjoying being so alone." He was smiling. "Yeah, that's one of the things that made me come back. Being up here is so natural." He ducked his head again. "I don't feel so angry at the world up here."

He stopped, and she said nothing. She looked at his downcast face. She got up and sat beside him. "Gene, you're not what I feared. Stay for dinner, and let's get to know each other. We both love the wolves." She put an arm around him. "You saw me last night. You know my little secret. One of them. It's funny, I don't mind. I thought I would." She put her hand in his thick black hair. It was clean and he smelled of soap. "I like being natural. And I feel like talking. I didn't realize how much I missed it."

Gene was taken completely by surprise at how young she was as he walked up to her home. Then, as her direct gaze and unflinching, frank appraisal of him showed her confidence, he realized she wasn't typical of any girls he had ever known. He was used to women being impressed with his looks, blushing when they first met him. But Meredith just took him in, and accepted him quickly. She was without doubt the most gorgeous female he had ever met.

Her trim body was full, and her face was wild. The long hair, held in a loose ponytail, curled like a mane. She moved with such lithe power that he felt instant desire walking into the house behind her. Then the way she reacted to their first ten minutes, so direct and unmannered, had him confused. He couldn't read her eyes. But he didn't feel the usual desire to make her a conquest. Somehow, he knew she couldn't be tamed. She was sexy beyond belief.

After she invited him for dinner, with the little physical gesture, she said "Let's have a beer, and I'll show you the rest of the house." They walked around, and she talked freely about why she loved the place, and her pleasure in seeming to be back home again, in this wilderness she had grown up with. From the bedroom, she pointed out a couple of trail she hadn't known about, and the one he had used. She seemed to have decided to trust him, and that confused him too. Women usually picked up on his lack of easy affection.

Then he began to spill his guts to her, talking about the army, his anger at the higher ups, his easy survival where others struggled. It poured out, and she asked questions of amazing perception. She thought the same way he did, from the ground up, wondering what the jungle floor was like, what animals lived there, what kind of plants grew, and how everything survived together. He found himself describing his fighting, the adrenaline rush that was always followed by regret, the part of his mind that was frustrated by the injustices. Her eyes always held his, and she neither sympathized nor criticized. He had never felt so comfortable with a woman. He began wondering what she thought of him.

He slowed down as they sat outside to eat. The meal she had prepared so casually was superb. She began to talk about the garden she was planning. He talked about what he had seen so far of the wolf pack, and then asked her about how she had gotten the young one so tame. "Oh, he isn’t tame. He just likes me." "Do you think it'll change their habits?" "Well, I help Lupe hunt sometimes, but aside from that, I don’t feed them or anything. I would if they needed it, though." They both relaxed and conversation seemed unnecessary. They were sitting at a card table with two lawn chairs facing the setting sun. He helped her clear the dishes.

As they finished, standing close together in the kitchen, she stared at him, then seemed to come to a decision. "Gene, now is the time of night I go native. Don't get the wrong idea." She pulled the tee shirt over her head, tossing it on the counter. She pushed the jeans down and off her feet, leaving the sandals she had been wearing on the tiles. She held his eyes as she stood before him, nude. "You can leave if you want. I don't want you to. I don't spend evenings in the house."

He was having trouble breathing. She was attractive dressed, but like this she was a carnal vision. Her tits were not oversize, but full and firm, jutting out from her chest. The nipples were small and brown. Her body’s broad shoulders curved down to a narrow waist, then flared slightly to her trim hips. Her long legs were slim. Even standing still, muscle showed all over her, from her flat midsection to the thighs. Her pussy was hairy and large, protruding saucily. She licked her lips as he stared at her.

"Do what you want, Gene. I won't be offended if you don't join my way. But I'd like you to try it." She walked out the door, into the dusk. His blood was boiling. He took his clothes off. His prick was standing up hard. He reflexively put his hand down to cover himself as he walked out to join her. She smiled when she saw him hiding himself, and as he got to her, she reached down to take his hand away. She stared at his throbbing tool frankly. "I thought it would probably be big. I know I’m sexy looking. I wondered how to handle this all through dinner." She took a step to him, and stretched up to kiss his lips lightly. The head of his cock poked at her stomach. He heard her sigh. "You have a nice body. Lets go down to the stream."

She took his hand and they walked through the woods to the stream. She waded right in. He followed, feeling the shock of the cold water. He reclined beside her, unable to take his eyes from her tits poking above the water. When she ducked her head under, he did the same. A feeling of naturalness was beginning take the place of shock. He stayed under, his mind returning to the many weeks of isolation he had endured. He lost himself in the feeling of well being this beautiful spot gave him. When he surfaced she was lying on her side beside him, watching him.» The look in your eyes. The hurt and anger. Can this place take it away?" "I don't know" he quavered. She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his, her lips slightly open. He reached for her, but she pushed his arm away.

"I'm no virgin, Gene. And no shrinking violet either. You turn me on. But I don't want a jealous man, or a mental cripple." She rose and stood in front of him, wiping water off with her hands, making her tits move, her flesh ripple. "If we make love, you have to know that I'm a creature of these woods, and won't stop. You can't make me something else." She reached for him, and as he took her hand, pulled him out of the water. "Don't take me if you can't live with that. And promise me you’ll try to heal your mind." She backed out of the stream, pulling him with her.

Out of the water, she pressed herself to him. She put her lips close to his ear, and breathed softly "In return, I can be all the woman you can handle. Day or night, any way you want it, anywhere you want it. I’ll suck your cock, eat your cum, let you stick it in my ass, be naked for you all the time." His prick was jumping. "I know you can't make promises with your prick up. But when you're alone, remember what I’ve said. I'll know if you try to bullshit me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his, their mouths opening, tongues swirling. His mind was whirling with desire for her. She pulled herself off the ground and wrapped her legs around his hips, beginning to growl into his mouth. His hands gripped her taut ass cheeks, pulling her furry cunt against his pelvis. Their kiss had him so excited he was shaking. He lowered her back to the ground. He could feel her grinding at him, almost snarling into his mouth with passion.

He tore his mouth from hers and started to lower his head toward her cunt. He could smell musk he thought must be her cream. She grabbed his head. "No, not this time. I'm already hot. You can smell me, can't you? Don't worry, I can get off quick. You don't have to work at it. I'm enjoying kissing you." She pulled him back on top of her, and wrapped her legs around him again. "Stick that big cock deep inside. Fill me up." She pushed her mouth to his, sucking hard. His member slipped into her without guidance, as though they had made love many times. He heard her groaning, felt the vibration.

He began thrusting slow but deep, amazed at her ability to take his whole tool so easily. He felt her tits pressing against his chest, and her legs pulled with each inward stroke. Suddenly, she threw her head back, gurgling "Cumming, oh cumming, lover. Oh fill me up. Ooooh." He had never had a woman get off so quickly, but her hips never stopped meeting his thrusts. Her head twisted with pleasure as he felt her cuntal contractions, but she kept bucking up at him as he drove into her moist box. The strength of her legs urging him on was amazing.