The blonde walked between the two lean lovers, and the three wrapped arms around each other as their bodies rubbed. Laura realized she was drifting into their seduction, without control of herself. All she felt was wonderful anticipation. She heard Gene whisper "She's into it, Merry. We didn't have to worry." The answer was accompanied by a hand cupping the full breast of the opulent newcomer. "I can see that, darling." They had hardly kissed or touched, but the blonde's pussy was creaming.

They all waded into the running water, and Laura gasped at its cold. «Let it caress you, it'll turn you on" whispered Gene. As they lay down, feeling her whole body crying at the sting of the cold, she felt the funny sort of stimulation he meant. She closed her eyes and groaned with part pleasure, part pain. They were all rolling against each other, and she felt hands on her body, at her cunt, on her breasts. One of hers found Merry's hairy pussy, marveling at the fat labia covered with fur. She could feel Gene's cock on her leg. She gave herself to the powerful sensuality of the moment. Time passed as they lolled together, until Laura groaned "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

They rose from the water, and the warm night air felt fantastic on her wet skin. The voluptuous blonde walked ahead of them to the forest floor and lay down, one knee raised, with her arms above her head. She was offering herself to them. There was a look of fierce desire on her new lovers faces', and she felt her own want rising. The girl knelt between her legs, pushing them apart with her hands. The mane of wet hair fell over one shoulder as her mouth surrounded Laura's pink bottom. She felt the tongue sink into her tunnel, as suction pulled her lit up. Then it was being tickled, and her full hips began squirming. Gene was kneeling beside her head, and she reached for his semi hard prick. Pulling it toward her mouth, she opened her lips to the head. It sunk further in, as she sucked hungrily, and groaned as the jolts in her pussy began radiating into her whole body.

The mouth kept sucking and licking, as she heaved to it. Her passion made her eat the wonderful meat in her own mouth even more vigorously, and low moans were coming from them all. Laura could have let this go forever, as she luxuriated in the sexy situation. But Gene whispered «Wait. Lets make this first time perfect." He scrambled down to replace Merry between the lush pale legs of their new conquest, and guided her hips over Laura's face. He rubbed the head of his tool against the foaming wet cunt as Laura stared up into the fat hairy mound above her that was sinking toward her mouth. She was vibrating with excitement as she tasted the wild, animal musk, licking frantically for more. The tawny odor was filling her with desire, while her vaginal tunnel slowly filled with the large cock sinking into her.

As she licked and sucked, she realized she heard frenzied groaning, and felt Merry's bottom grinding at her. The girl was cumming, cream flowing into the hungry mouth eating her body. God this woman is sexy, Laura thought. Gene's thrusting prick was raising her fast. She wanted this to go on forever. Her mind was filled with lust for both these amazingly uninhibited lovers, different possible sexual acts flashing through her mind. Her hips were bucking into his, seeking fulfillment. She didn't remember him being such a thoughtful man during sex.

The fury of their lovemaking rose, as the cool night air made their couplings seem pure and sweet. It became mindless thrill seeking for them all. No thought of convention interfered with the wild abandon of their natural desires. Laura wasn't consciously comparing, but had never fucked with such animal lust. Her opulent body was instinctively trying to please her lovers, and herself. She strained at the bodies using her, and being used.

Her hands reached up to cover the two on her breasts, urging them to knead them more energetically, pinching her nipples. The furry cunt at her mouth was grinding again, and Laura lost control as her climax signaled its approach in her spasming hips, and groaning tonguing of the hole above her. She felt she was being squeezed through a blossoming fire of delight, as zinging jolts radiated from her pussy, filling her lush flesh. Gene's cock was pistoning hard, twitching her clit at each stroke.

Suddenly, she exploded in sensual fire, raising her legs to bring his tool down to her ovaries, feeling her clit sending fires out in her groin, gasping into the spasming pussy at her mouth. She twisted and writhed, unaware of the lurid picture her movements made for her two partners, each of whom was gasping with release. Waves of sensation rolled through her, the odors of her cum mixing with Merry's, the contracting cunt squeezing her tongue. Liquid was gushing into her tunnel, adding to her sense of being completely filled.

It was a cum that kept going incredibly, washing her body in release. Gene was still pumping slowly, maintaining the pressure on her clitty, as she felt herself starting to come down. She sighed as Merry rose, twisted around, and kissed her deeply, her tongue seeking to share the juice from her own climax. Gene's hand was massaging her tummy as her hips came to rest. The hands were still kneading her breasts, as the tingling in her nipples gradually subsided. She was mewling with pleasure as the cock left her, and the two cuddled to her body.

Laura was dazed by her incredible passion. At that moment, she felt they had gotten her off better than ever before, and what surprised her was the energy she still felt. She sighed with disappointment as Gene left to go up to his camp, and Merry went into the woods. Alone, she began rubbing her body. The warm air, the moonlight, and the sound of the stream made her continue to tingle.

When neither Gene nor Merry came back after a few minutes, she rose and walked back toward the house. She was still turned on, wandering through the moonlight, finding the path in the woods, slowly losing herself in the warm air, luxuriating in the sensual power of the night. She would take a few steps down the path, then stop to listen to the soft rustle of the wind, and the little noises in the forest. Her nakedness seemed so natural. Her hands rubbed her flesh, keeping her keening tension high. Pale light would mottle the trees and bushes, creating a changing interplay of dark green and black. She felt herself breathing, and brushing against leaves would zing her body. She wanted more.

Returning to the house, she came to the tree where the two rabbits were hanging. Only one had been killed, blood drying on its fur. The other was still twitching, and she remembered the blood on her two lovers. A shiver of lust ran through her. She reached out to touch the fur on the ungutted animal.

Suddenly she felt hands on her breasts, and Merry whispered "We like to drink the blood, Laura. We're all animals, and it gets us excited, and nourishes us." One hand dipped into her crotch, a finger touching the clitty. Lips sucked at her neck. "Would you like to share our ritual? «The civilized, sensual woman felt the primitive urge to embrace their world, and murmured "It's so sexy, so raw. Yes, yes, everything."

The hands left her body, and the tawny girl used the knife to slit the throat of the small rabbit. As if in a trance, Laura pressed her open mouth to the deep slash, sucking warm nectar, feeling it wet her face, and drip down her neck to her titties. She was vibrating with the sensual pleasure of this brutal act. Merry rubbed her face in the liquid, smearing herself. Then she slowly moved her face to Laura’s, kissing the blood smeared mouth. The blonde was moaning with excitement, and pressed her body to the slim girl. Visions of Merry as a primitive priestess danced in her mind.

They fell to the grass, mouths sucking, tongues dueling, tasting the salty sourness, erotic sensation coursing through their bodies. Their two cunts were humping at each other, as they groaned with the urgent need for release. Laura was dimly aware of her lover groaning with a climax, but mindlessly kept twitching at the hairy mound surging at her splayed twat. She kept rising in heat, as their spasming pubic bones bumped frantically. Their breasts were pillowing together, both feeling their hard nipples. The sensitivity of her body amazed the now groaning blonde vixen.

Merry broke their embrace, and rose briefly, as the two gazed at each other, gasping with need. The vision of each of the different but gorgeous females stimulated the urgency of their coupling, here in the moonlight, smeared in blood, acting out their deepest animal urges. Then, Merry twisted around to wrap her lips around the pale pussy with its wispy red hair, while her own heavy mound pressed to the red mouth with its panting want. They concentrated on the clits stiffened by their passion, sucking and licking, moaning wildly. As they writhed at each other, both were lost in the moment, striving for completion.

Gene came back just as Merry orgasmed in frenzied twisting against Laura’s mouth, spread wide to eat the cream flowing freely from the auburn vaginal passage contracting in release. He felt his cock stiffen with the sight of the two clutched together. As she writhed in climax, Merry looked up to see him staring at the erotic picture they made in the pale moonlight. She smiled with pleasure for herself, then rose from the opulent body beneath her. The blonde groaned with her unfinished need roiling her body.

"Finish her, darling. Let me watch you fuck her." Gene pressed himself to Merry, kissing her passionately, then dropped to his knees over the voluptuous softness groaning on the grass. Laura sighed as she felt him sucking at her full breasts, licking the nipples wetly. Her puss bucked at his stomach, seeking his prick. He pushed two fingers into the steaming moistness of her cunt, massaging the nerve tissue swelled with blood. She smelled of the woods, her perfume, and the rabbit’s essence. His face in her tit seemed surrounded in flesh.

Merry was kneeling beside them, watching as Gene reluctantly gave up the succulent mounds and kissed Laura, mouth open in excitement, and guided his thick member into the creaming hole already wide to him. He drove to its full depth, as a moan escaped her throat. He began a slow fucking motion, coming halfway out with each stroke, but the writhing woman under him wrapped her legs around his hips and increased the tempo of his thrusts. Her mouth muffled by the lean handsome man, she mumbled "Make me come, Gene. Please, oh get me off. Oooh, yeah like that. Hurry, hurry."

Laura was vibrating frantically, full of the cock pummeling her bucking twat. Her eyes were closed as she frowned with concentration on her clit starting to zing with nearing satisfaction. She felt the pleasure of their conquest of her being, as she gave herself to wild humping up to the male meat goring her. Her feeling of being their sex toy was a surrender of startling change from her civilized life, and the freedom made her soar into a fantastic red haze of orgasmic thrills. Climax raged from her cunt outward, filling her completely. She groaned as she felt his jism spitting in her welcoming vagina, as her cuntal muscles contracted around him. She threw back her head with her surging release of tension, still bucking her hips.

Her head was rolling back and forth with her pleasure, and even as the jingling calmed, she was stuporous, floating in a sexual pool. She felt herself lifted and carried to her bed, where two mouths kissed her. As she began drifting into sleep, Merry whispered "Welcome, Laura." The buxom woman fell asleep with one hand at her breast, the other in her sopping pussy, groaning softly. Her lovers watched the sensual beauty with anticipation of more sexual adventure.

The strawberry blonde never ran with them, or hunted. She conducted her experiments, hiking up the mountain to throw non-toxic marking chemicals in the stream, her instruments testing the speed with which they were diluted and neutralized by the natural processes operating on the downstream water. At night, they indulged in erotic sex play, and Laura found herself luxuriating in the freedom and daring of it. She didn’t stay up all night. There was no jealousy between Merry and Gene, as though their relationship encouraged sexual adventure.

They quickly discovered that Laura did not have multiple orgasms close together, but as the mountain, their constant nudity, and the sensual atmosphere pervaded her, she wanted two or three fucks each night. They accommodated her happily, luxuriating in her soft, dreamy seeking of constant stimulation. Her full, ripe curves, pale and cushioning skin, and willing accommodation of every kind of act were erotic additions to their life. She often asked one or both to make love to her as she went to bed at one or two in the morning.

Merry loved the novelty of watching Gene fuck the sensuous blonde. Somehow, she seemed to participate in Laura's orgasms, often diddling herself to release. The first time she just watched them, but later liked to press herself to whichever was on top, getting herself off with them. The woman to woman enjoyment was new to her, but she found it novel and exciting.

"I've never been this horny in my life" Laura told them one evening. «It’s as though I just want to cum all the time." Merry told her how similar her own feelings were. "I think it's our natural instinct freed in this environment."

Often after their first evening coupling and dinner, the girl would leave them, and return a little later. On the fourth night, as she and Gene lolled in the water, she didn't come back. He whispered "Let's go watch them, Laura." She didn't understand that, but followed him several hundred yards through the woods. He led her to a spot downwind from the stream and pointed to a clearing on the other side. As her eyes focused, she saw Merry with one of the wolves between her legs. Gene handed her the binoculars.

My god, they're making love, she thought. She could see the wolf licking at the girl's groin, and the wriggling of Merry's body showed her pleasure. She looked at Gene and started to speak, but he signaled her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Raising the binoculars again, she saw Merry had now gotten on all fours, and the wolf was on top of her, its hips bucking at her ass. Laura felt cream start in her slit with the sexy animal act she was witnessing. Since Lupe had not come for several days, it was over fast, and a thrill shot through her as she heard the animal howl with triumph as it came. With her angle, the girl's face showed her own release.

Laura fell to the ground and grabbed Gene's cock, pulling it into her. He began pumping, as the exciting act she had just witnessed drove her passion quickly to a peak. They came together, her head shaking with a sharp climax he broadened by shooting hotly onto her stomach, and rubbing the spunk into her skin. Merry and the wolf were still lying in the clearing, as the two watchers stole quietly away.

"I can't go to sleep now. I have to talk to her. Do you think the wolf would do me too?" Gene smiled as he marveled at the power this place seemed to have to make anything possible. This soft, delectable, gorgeous professor wanted to get fucked by a wolf. He wondered what Merry would feel. He kissed her pouty red lips, feeling her lust. "It’s the wolf's call, actually."

The next night, both Merry and Laura went to Lupe's glen, but he didn’t show up. The next night he did, to find two female pussy's, already fragrant, waiting together. Laura was on top, pressing her lush curves against the firm muscles below, and grinding her hips into the auburn haired girl's pelvis. Laura's eyes opened in shock when she saw the wolf, even though it was what she wanted. Merry held her tight, murmuring "Just hold still, lover. He'll decide what he wants to do."

The wolf was sniffing rapidly, sorting out the odors. He stepped tentatively around to snuffle at both female behinds, separating the familiar from the new, perfumed, but still stimulating other. He began licking at Merry, then up to Laura. Merry wriggled up under Laura, leaving only the wispy blonde for him. He seemed to accept it, and increased the speed of his rasping tongue. Laura was overcome with the rasping stimulation the expert licking was producing, thrills shooting into her groin. "God, its fantastic" she moaned. Her head sank down to Merry's stomach, and her tongue went out to taste the skin of the tawny, animal woman.