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The fire had begun to go down. A solitary robed and hooded figure stepped out of the semi-circle to stand before the fire. They all watched the fire fight its own death as it reached for the heavens, licking out in search of more life-sustaining fuel. The lone figure turned toward the group. It stood before them silently. Then, slowly, it raised an arm and pointed a long finger at the full moon, which hung yellow and swollen just above the treetops.
The figure dropped the robe to reveal a woman, nude. Her body was firm from long hours of labor. Plain brown hair fell down her back to her full buttocks and framed a face that looked to belong to a woman in her mid-thirties, though a woman who could be a decade younger or older. She had strong, broad shoulders and tanned arms. Her breasts were full and were just beginning to sag. Her waist was thin and firm and sloped outward to full peasant's hips with a thick patch of pubic hair. Her legs were well-muscled, used to walking long distances over rough roads.
The figures facing her also removed their robes to reveal their own nakedness. They were about thirty in all, all women, ranging in age from teens to fifty-year-olds. All had the strong healthy look of farmfolk. Firelight glistened from the film of sweat covering their bodies, sweat that was not wholly the result of the bonfire or their heavy woolen cloaks.
The leader raised her arms and a trio of pipers began to play. It was a sensuous sound, with a low-toned rhythm supporting a rising and falling trill. The women began to dance, at first just swaying in time to the music, then making tentative steps from one side to the other. As the tempo of the music increased, the random wanderings of the dancers spread out to cover a wider area of the firelit meadow. Soon, the pipers' tune was frantic and the dancers began to move faster and faster, almost running about the field. Their random movements had become less chaotic, and now they formed small groups of three or four that moved together. At the center of it all, the leader stood with her arms raised to the stars. When it seemed like the music could play no faster, she let her hands fall to her sides. Instantly, the music ceased, as though sliced of by a knife. The dancers fell to the ground and lay in their groups, panting from their exertions.
The leader gestured to the invisible musicians once more. The grass rustled as they moved away from the meadow, back toward the village. A new dance began, but this one was a dance of hands and fingers, lips and tongues. Mouths moved over bare breasts and heads moved between naked thighs. The leader moved among the small clusters of women, brushing a breast here, caressing a mane of hair nestled between trembling thighs there.
At the edge of the shrinking circle of light, a young woman, practically still a girl, sat on her heels watching two other women sucking each other's clit. The leader knelt beside her. They sat there together, side by side, watching the lovers. After a time, the older woman turned to the younger.
"Don't you want to join in, Judith?"
Judith, who had been staring, transfixed, at the women before her, turned to the other woman in surprise. "Oh! It's not that, Minna. I just... I've never done anything like this before."
Minna put an arm around Judith's shoulders. "Well, it has to be done, Judith. You know that. It's all been explained."
Judith nodded. "I know. But it's a big step."
"But what comes after is a bigger step. And even more necessary."
"I know. Mother told me."
Minna's hand moved down lower, stroking Judith's lower back, her fingertips just brushing the girl's buttocks. Judith trembled beneath her touch, but did not move away. "You know," she whispered into Judith's ear, "it's quite enjoyable. This and... what comes after."
Judith nodded again. "My friends have told me. It's just that I'm not sure I can... What if I'm not..."
"Good?" A blush and another slight nod.
Minna's hand stopped its broad strokes and concentrated its movements on the small of Judith's back. "You'll be fine, Judith. As long as you let your instincts guide you." Her hand moved up to cup Judith's budding breast. "Let me guide you." With her other hand she took Judith's chin and turned her head. She looked deeply into the young woman's green eyes. She brought the open face closer to hers. Their lips touched.
Minna nibbled and sucked on Judith's lips. She nudged them apart with her tongue. Judith resisted and Minna backed off. She caressed Judith's young breasts. She ran her fingers through the girl's thick red hair. She stroked her sides and her thighs, all the time probing at her lips with her tongue. Soon, Judith opened her mouth willingly. Minna did not dart her tongue in as she longed to do. Instead she gently probed the inside of Judith's lips. Judith had no such inhibitions. She thrust her own tongue between Minna's lips, inviting Minna to come deeper into her mouth. She sucked on Minna's tongue, loudly. Her hands began to explore Minna's flesh, tweaking her hardened nipples, brushing the goosebumps on her arms and legs, beginning to explore the thatch between her thighs.
Minna pulled away and smiled. "You've done this before."
Judith smiled back, still a little shy. "Not with a woman. Much and I... did it last week. He said it would be easier on me if I weren't a virgin come tonight."
"Well, Much is very smart."
"That's what Mother said." They came together again, kissing passionately. Minna pushed Judith onto her back on the autumn grass. She rubbed a thigh between Judith's legs, spreading the girl's wetness from her hip to her knee. She was just about to move down Judith's body, to taste her savory juices, when someone cried out.
"Look!" All the women sat up to look where the speaker -- Minna could not say who it was -- pointed.
A wolf sat on his haunches at the edge of the meadow. He licked his chops and sniffed the air. Minna sniffed as well. She could smell the sweat and musk the women had produced, the scents that had drawn the wolf to their gathering. The huge animal sat there staring at the women. They had abandoned their sapphic orgy and all stared back at him. He was joined by a second wolf and then a third, and then a dozen. Minna could see eyes among the trees, reflecting the firelight. Shapes and shadows moved back and forth, making it impossible to count the wolves, but Minna knew how many there were. Thirty-eight if all went well.
The first wolf howled at the full moon, which was now at its zenith. He howled and his brothers howled with him, a chilling, deafening break of the silence of the meadow. Then, as one, the wolves began to move toward the women. They were hesitant, because of the fire, but they were inexorably drawn nonetheless. Most were grey and indistinguishable from one another, but Minna could tell them apart, as she was sure all but a few of the other women could. Subtle differences in coloring and size and gait individualized them as surely as cheeks and hair and eyes did humans. But two were like no others. Solid black they were, with not a single grey or white hair. Minna saw them only as indistinct shapes except for their shining eyes until they were within the firelight. One was enormous, easily the biggest wolf of the pack. He moved like a ghost across the meadow, with a hunter's sure stride. The other moved less surely, but still with grace and beauty. He was not quite as large as the first, but Minna could look at his overgrown paws and see he was not quite fully grown.
The wolves moved among the women, who remained stone still. They wandered about, going from group to group. Except for the black ones. They jogged directly toward Minna. She opened her arms to the big one and embraced him as he began to nuzzle and lick her face. He growled softly, deep in his chest, and Minna growled in response. The wolf pulled away and looked at her quizzically. She laughed and pulled him back to her. She reached between her legs and smeared her fingers with her juices, then placed them before the beast's snout. The great black wolf's long tongue shot out and licked at her soaked fingertips. She moved her hand downward, and the wolf followed it like a puppy. Minna spread her legs wider and the wolf dipped his head between them to lick up her secretions from their source.
The smaller wolf, which was otherwise identical to the larger, ran his tongue over her lust-swollen breasts, replacing her sweat with his saliva. The tongues of both were long and strong, and they moved rapidly over her skin. She had no opportunity to savor the sensations from one sensitive spot before they moved to another. She half reclined on stiff arms, letting the wolves devour her flesh, as the conflicting, shifting tongues overwhelmed her.
Around her, the other women were similarly engaged. Most were on hands and knees, a wolf behind them, coupling frantically. A few, like her, were involved with more than one animal. It had to be, for there were more wolves than women. The smaller black stopped licking her sweaty flesh to stare off into the distance, beyond the woods and toward the northern hill country. He took a step away from her, drawn away, but reluctant to leave. She grasped his thick fur and kept him by her side.
She pulled him over her head and stared at his cock. Its shiny and slick redness contrasted sharply with the flat black of his fur. She grasped his firm cock, gasping at its heat. "Easy, boy. Easy," she murmured to the young wolfling as she stroked him with one hand and fondled his hanging balls with the other. She pointed the tip down to her mouth and raised her head. She flicked her tongue around and all over the first few inches. She took him into her mouth.
The wolfling began to whimper and his cock throbbed faster. It jerked in her mouth once, twice. On the third spasm, his semen erupted from the tip an flooded her mouth. The speed with which he came surprised Minna and she choked for a few seconds, forcing much of the sperm back out of her mouth. The rest she swallowed, and all of each successive spurt. When the wolf finished coming, she sucked hard on his cock, to get each drop of salty fluid.
In the meantime, the larger wolf had stopped licking her pussy and now stared at her, as though expecting something. Minna knew what he wanted. She twisted onto her stomach and rose to her knees. She settled her head on folded arms and undulated her hips before the massive wolf. He put his forepaws on either side of her waist, just below her breasts. He pulled himself toward her, trying and failing to enter her. Supporting herself on one had, Minna reached between her widespread thighs and took hold of his simmering cock. She formed a path with her curled fingers, guiding the pointed tip of his cock to the opening of her cunt.
Contact. Entry.
The wolf was not gentle, and Minna felt a sudden momentary pain. He thrust himself into her completely, only the bulge at the base of his prick remaining outside her. More than two hands of cock inside her at a stroke. Minna thought she would surely faint. The wolf pulled almost completely out, then pushed back in. The pain was quickly passing, allowing the underlying pleasure to break through. Her small grunts of pain became deep moans of pleasure. She twisted her hips against the wolf's hot belly, arching her buttocks, putting her clitoris directly against the thrusting cock.
Minna was watching a not-yet-fully-grown wolf mount Judith. The girl threw her head back in ecstasy as the wolf smoothly entered her. Then her vision was blocked. The smaller black was still hovering about her. If he wanted more, she would gladly give him more. She raised herself onto her hands, making the wolf fucking her cunt lose his rhythm for a moment. The smaller mounted her, paws on her shoulders, cock thrusting blindly at her face. She managed to catch it with her mouth. She sucked it in. She lashed it with her tongue. The wolf in her cunt came, fucking deeply and quickly. He remained hard and continued fucking her. Slowly, then gradually faster and faster.
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