Feeling her licking, Merry wriggled her cunt to Laura's mouth, and watched the blonde head sink into her slit. Groans were vibrating as the wolf drove its tongue deeper into the new tunnel, savoring the different but equally exciting odor. He licked on and on, but this pussy did not spasm as fast as the other. Finally, excited by the smells, Lupe jumped on the new pale back, and drove his pointed prick deep in the foaming tunnel he had so freely lubricated. He could see Merry, eyes half closed in passion, writhing at the red blonde mouth. She was orgasming as, for the first time, she watched the wolf's face during his fucking.

He lasted a little longer than the night before last, and his head gradually raised as his completion approached. Just as Laura screamed her release, the wolf stretched his maw to the dark sky, and howled his conquest to the world. The blonde babbled ecstatically "He's filling me up, coming in me. Ohh, it's so good, what a cum, oh Merry." As the wolf pulled himself off her and waited, Laura imitated what she had seen, and cleaned the bright red tool, licking and sucking, until it retreated into its sheath. Then she lay back as the wolf tongued her body.

Laura made arrangements to stay another week, lost in the incredible but wonderful erotic life they were leading. She wore a bikini while she was alone, but stripped as soon as her lovers awakened, and they began the evenings' orgiastic adventure. She met the wolf each night it came, since Merry had urged her to enjoy Lupe while she could. Gene made a tape of their lovemaking, and years later, Laura realized her smile of happiness was never the same in civilized life.


Chapter Six

Joe Tall trees jogged across the meadow, listening for the sounds of animals. His moccasins made him almost silent, as he moved efficiently in the dark. The hiking party he had left sleeping an hour ago was taking the deluxe tour, but there hadn't been any interest from the women. Usually there was at least one who wanted to get it on with him, but this group was older, and very inhibited. Even the power of the natural world on this mountain hadn't loosened them up.

Joe loved scouting like this at night. He wore his light buckskin pants, and once he got into his high, could go on his jog for a couple of hours. This ten day deal that ended up two hundred miles from Phoenix gave him lots of exercise, and a chance to get familiar with the whole area again. This was the first time he had been this far south this year, and he was looking for the wolves, since the people would want to see them tomorrow.

As he ran, his mind wandered to this funny existence he had stumbled into. Because he looked like an Indian, and a handsome one at that, it had ended up a good way to make a living. It suited his love for nature, and he had been doing it for ten years. His half breed mother was a little annoyed that he took advantage of his native appearance, but she liked the money, and he had learned a lot from the many trips.

He never felt badly about taking advantage of the girls on these tours. The clean mountain air was an aphrodisiac to most of them, and he particularly liked the young ones that were in good shape. Even when he knew they were one or two night stands, he loved them at the time. They would always be coy for a day or so, but then ask if they could go out with him on his nightly scout. They always stripped to just a thong or a bikini bottom as soon as they were out of sight of the other campers, fantasizing about being "maidens in the night", as one put it. Sometimes they would run with him awhile, but they all eventually pulled him to the forest floor.

He felt he gave them their money's worth, though he was always cautious about letting them see the size of his cock too quickly. Once he had them stoked up and squirming, he would show them the outsize member, but they were too excited by then to do anything but try to eat it. He would usually be able to make them cum at least twice, and they all loved making noise in the dark. Occasionally, they might try to get him to date them after the tour was over, but he always smiled and made an excuse. He'd tell them "It would never be the same." It wasn't a lie.

His mom was right. It was an aimless existence, but he couldn't imagine liking any income producing effort as much as he liked this. She kept badgering him to marry a "nice" girl, but her definition of that was an Indian. Christ, his real last name was Patelo. Even supporting both of them, he was putting money away. Why change anything?

A low growl penetrated his thoughts. "Shit". He stopped, trying to breathe lightly. A big grey wolf was fifty feet down the little path he had been following. He could see the bared fangs. He backed up, but the wolf matched his steps. What did the old indians say? Get down on your hands and knees and get your head low. No way. If he was going to have to run, he wanted as much of a head start as he could get. He looked around for a stick or something. He was big and strong, and in good shape. He hadn't done anything wrong.

A voice, female he thought, came out of the darkness. "You violated their territory. Keep your eyes on his, and side step over to the woods. Lupe, Lupe." The wolf looked around for the source of the words. Then he looked back as Joe sidestepped. It was only ten feet to the first tree, and he made it while the animal just stood there. He was shaking a little. A hand touched his arm.

A dark woman was standing behind him. He hadn't heard her come up. She was bare ass naked, and gorgeous. Long hair flowed down her back, and she was trim and muscular. Her tits were pert and full, with brown little nipples, and she had a big pussy covered with dark hair. "He’ll watch you as long as you're near the meadow. He was hunting. His mother just had two pups. Come with me, and we'll get over to my territory."

He followed her, admiring her long legs and taut ass. His cock was jumping at the sight, horny as he was after nine days out. He saw a knife hanging in her hair. After a couple of minutes, she began jogging at a good pace, and he trotted along behind her. They came to a clearing, with a stream running over to the right. She stopped, turned to him, not at all self conscious about her nudity, and said "Who are you?"

He smiled at her. "Name's Joe Tall trees. Guiding a hiking party from up north. Scouting so I can show them the wolves tomorrow. I'm not usually so sloppy. Must have been stargazing." She held his eyes, but he wasn’t uncomfortable with it. Her tawny features were curious, questioning. She wasn't threatening. "I'm Meredith Hastings."

Merry had been alone for a week. Gene was at the University reviewing his work with the professor. Lupe was busy feeding the mother and pups. She was running ten miles a night, but still missed her lovers. The big Indian made her heart jump a little. As she stood there, she could see his prick tenting the loose buckskin. They stared at each other, both wondering. She licked her lips. The only noise was the running water, the crickets, and a light breeze. His face was open and straightforward, but he was eying her body. She found herself preening for him a little.

Her hands had been at her sides, but now she put her palms on her thighs. "I live at night, Joe. You and I are the only two people within miles. Let's get in the stream. It's a turn on." She walked over to the water and waded in, then turned to look at him. He was stripping off the pants, and revealed a huge cock, thick and long. It made Merry's stomach tense. She lay down in the water and started rubbing her pussy and tits. He waded in beside her. The big tool arched out from his groin. He lay down at her side, letting the tube lay across her leg. It felt warm in the cold, rushing water.

His black hair was pulled back and tied, but his handsome face was only vaguely indian. He must be only part native, she thought. His hand went to her breast, while he moved his head toward her face. As their lips met, she sighed and gave herself to the sensual moment.

Joe was a little in shock at what was happening with this woman. The moonlight in the glade had let him see her clearly, and her face was almost animal in its character, though incredibly attractive. He had seen the expression on her face change from challenging his presence to interest in him sexually, her eyes frankly watching his prick jump. The little sensual smile, the movement of her hands nearer her pussy, the preening that pushed her bush out, all signaled "Fuck me." When she invited him into the water with her, a thrill fired from his belly down to his groin.

"I live at night." What an erotic idea. He understood the attraction of that kind of fantasy, but this Meredith was actually doing it. And the bathing. The civilized women always seemed to associate sweat with sex. He would have preferred nice clean bodies in the natural outdoors. Ashe waded in, feeling himself jingling with passion, and the cold water stimulated his skin, his own fantasy of primitive, uninhibited coupling was happening. Even in the cold water, his prick kept growing as he began rubbing her tits. He was watching her eyes as he slowly leaned toward her mouth. She looked excited and aroused.

As his lips locked to hers, she rolled to him and pressed herself hard to his wet skin. Their tongues dueled as he heard her start to growl softly into his mouth. He could feel her firm breasts, that furry mound, the legs rubbing him. His cock was fully erect, and she wiggled it between her legs and squeezed. Her hands were rubbing his body allover, washing him as she stimulated his passion. The flowing water was washing away not only dirt, but the constraints of society. He began fucking his cock between her legs, and felt her bush starting to pulsate against his pubic bone. Most women wanted to talk, but this one wanted to fuck.

She rose from him suddenly and went to the bank, lying down on her back with her legs spread and arms out to the side. Water was beading on her tan skin, without any lines from a bathing suit, and he could see pink flesh and a big clit between her pussy lips. As he rose and went to her, she was ogling the bouncing tube, licking her lips. He heard her breathing hard, and her tits were rising and falling, while her hips were writhing slightly. He lay down with his hips beside her face, and put his mouth to her cunt, tasting the water from the stream, but smelling a musky odor of her cream. He felt her take him between her lips, sucking and licking. As he surrounded her vaginal hole, his tongue as far in as he could get, he tasted her cream flowing freely. She was moaning as they each pulled the other's hips into their faces.

At almost the same moment, Gene and Laura were standing nude on the balcony of her apartment. She had made him dinner, and afterwards they had stripped and begun to make love. But both had realized it didn’t feel right. Somehow, there was no passion without Merry with them, and away from the mountain. "I'm a little worried, Gene. The only happiness I feel seems to be up there with you two." Her full body was as lush as ever, but he didn't even feel excited. "It's true, Laura. Everything down here is white bread and contrived. You're coming up this weekend, right?"

"Uh huh. But it can't last forever. I need someone the way you and Merry have each other. A mate, not a civilized lover." Her eyes were closed, as a frown crossed her face. "No one down here can possibly understand. I don't think any of them could handle the freedom." She looked at him and smiled. "But Friday night, I know I'll be turned on again. And so will you." His stomach tensed with anticipation.

Merry was trying to get all Joe's meat down her throat. She kept adjusting her position, and finally managed almost all of it, holding her breath and swallowing around the head. He groaned into her twat each time she did it. She was near a cum. His skin felt different than Gene’s, rougher, wetter. He had very little body hair, just a tuft above his prick. She swallowed him once more, then pulled her groin away. "Fuck me, Cochise. Sink that monster inside me." She rolled to her back, as he scrambled around between her raised legs, his cock in his hand. She watched, gaping happily, as he pressed it into her slit.

He pushed slowly, and she realized he was trying to be careful because of its size. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she pulled him frantically all the way to the bottom of her foaming hole, feeling the vibrating tension building up fast. She began pulsating wildly, letting the huge member, filling her so completely, slip out only a couple of inches, then pulling it back to full penetration. The vibrating seemed to shoot upwards, and she groaned with a sharp, thrilling jolt of sensation coursing through her. Her long lack of fucking made it powerful, waves crashing in her groin. She held him deep inside her, mashing her clitty against his tool. The sweet release crested, and she began letting him pulsate his cock again.

Joe was amazed at how quickly she got off. Almost the moment he had started into her, and she had forced him all the way, she had humped in a frenzy. She was moaning "Cumming, cumming." Her eyes were closed, but in a relaxed way, not tight as though it was any effort to climax. She’s a real experienced, sexy woman, he thought, though he could see she wasn't that old. And what power in her legs. A real animal, designed for primitive fucking. It was perfect for this beautiful evening, and he could feel himself beginning to thrust into her unthinkingly, driving his heat higher and higher. Her legs were helping him now, not rushing but in the rhythm.


His lips found hers, and she began to growl into his searching tongue, sucking hard, one hand pulling his head down while the other clawed his back. He felt her undulating hips meeting each of his strokes, and he wound his hands in her mass of curly hair. She had no makeup at all, but her dark eyes, staring half lidded at him, were erotic enough for any man. He felt her heels on his back, opening up her cunt so he slid down easily, moaning ecstatically with each touch to her clit. Her writhing skin touched his in water soothed caressing. He raised himself on his arms to stare at her gorgeous muscular body responding to his deep penetration. His brain was whirling in thoughtless pleasure. Part of his mind instinctively fought off orgasm, but then he heard her groan "Go ahead, stud. Fill me up. I'm ready again. Get me, get me hard."

He began ramming into her, pulling all the way out each time. His cock was achingly hard, and he felt the pressure starting to build up in his balls. Her arms left his back and were clawing at the ground as she arched up to him with each stroke. His head reared back so almost the only thing touching her was his pistoning meat. Her legs were on the ground too, helping her hips blasting up at his prick. He fired a load that felt like a fountain, and he could tell she felt it too, as her mouth opened in surprise and excitement. "Aaaah yeah, wow, yeahhhh." He felt her contracting around the base of his tool. Her hips kept pushing. He shot again, and this time she smiled as spunk began oozing out of her tunnel. He could feel her squeezing and relaxing on his cock. He thrust one more time, firing a final load into her. She was shaking her head and moaning, her hips now still. He could smell their sweat, her musk, and the faint odor of his own jism.

He let himself rest on her, supporting himself on his elbows. She opened her eyes, and smiled lecherously at him. "I needed that, Cochise. It felt like you did too." He stared at her, his heart still pounding. "There's gotta be a hell of a story behind this, Meredith. «She giggled at the use of her full name. "Call me Merry."

They talked for an hour, caressing as they lolled in the stream. She wanted to get it on again, but he told her he had to get back to the camp. "I can stay behind when they leave tomorrow, though. Can you get me a ride back?" Merry giggled, but a little ghost flitted in her face. «Do that, Joe. My man's coming home, and there's someone coming with him. I bet you'd like her."

Merry greeted Gene and Laura the next day in her thong bikini, surprised at how happy she was to see him. Even though Joe had satisfied her sexual desire, she realized how much she missed their conversation, their running and hunting together, his habit of always seeing something new in the forest. Laura seemed a little sad, and they talked candidly about how the two had felt in Phoenix. Merry told them she had invited Joe for the night, and then "see what happens. He should be here shortly."

But Joe wasn't there by the time sunset approached. Laura had put her bikini on, and had put on heavy, dark eye makeup, trying to look fierce like Merry. Gene came down in his jock strap. "Let's go for a run before dinner, Merry. You don't mind, do you Laura?" Smiling, Laura said "I'll entertain Joe 'til you're back. Big indian, right?" As Merry stripped, she grinned. "Real big, darling."