Steve Forest - The wolf wives

Then she began to push it in and out with her right hand, while with her left she began, once again, to stroke her big tits. She was lost in the sheer pleasure of the sensations she was giving herself. Gone was all thought about shame, or about right and wrong. She could think of nothing except finding new places to touch, new things to stroke. She continued to flash on the vision of a nude Professor Wells. Now, he held his swollen prick in his hand. He was jerking it up and down in the same rhythm that Karen was using to fuck herself with the washcloth.

She felt a tension building up inside of her. She was sure that she was about to experience that same orgasmic release which she had felt the other night when Jay had fucked her so tenderly. She wasn't sure if she wanted it to happen. She realized with a return of the shame that she had experienced earlier, that she was masturbating. She had always been taught to think of masturbation as "self-abuse", a sinful and disgusting practice. But this didn't seem disgusting in the least. Then she felt the first wave about to begin. With a moan, she pulled the cloth from her cunt.

"No!" she said aloud. She quickly rinsed the soap from her body and turned off the water. Even though she felt a kind of depressed frustration, she was glad that she had been able to stop herself before going through with her sinful act. She stepped from the shower and dried herself quickly with a thick towel, trying not to linger at the sensitive skin of her tits, or the still-tingling pleasure center at her crotch.

She gathered up her dress and her underwear from the floor where she had dropped them earlier, and padded, barefoot, into the bedroom. Pagan trotted alongside her. When she stretched out naked on her bed, Pagan lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. Karen still felt uncomfortably warm, so she didn't cover herself. For a moment she just lay still, staring at the ceiling, her mind a blank. Then she found her attention turning once more to her handsome and dignified zoology professor.

This time he appeared to her as he appeared in his classes each day. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a brightly striped shirt. But in her fantasy, she was the only student in the class. The professor was writing on the blackboard, and then he suddenly turned to Karen. Grinning lewdly, he shrugged off his jacket. Karen's eyes were shut as she imagined him pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them. He stood in nothing more than a brief pair of red under shorts. Then he peeled these too from his body.

Karen tried to shake off the fantasy, knowing that it could not help but lead her to more self-abuse, but found that she couldn't. Instead of her controlling the fantasy, she found that it was controlling her. She tried to think of Jay, but found the mental image of her professor, standing totally nude before her, impossible to lose. His cock was stiff and hard and pointed straight at her. It looked strong and mighty. But, as before, there was something bestial about the vision in her daydream, her professor's prick was furry. A red tip showed from inside the black furred sheath. As she reached up, almost involuntarily to stroke her tits again, the red prick began to thrust forward, coming out of the sheath.

Karen felt her breathing becoming labored. She moaned softly, and one of her hands crept slowly across her silky-smooth skin, making its way toward her hairy cunt. She let her fingertips trail gently over the curly red hair covering the raised mound above the moistening slit. Her middle finger found the moist slash of her pussy, and began to swab up and down between the lips, picking up the thick moisture which was collecting there and spreading it around her crotch.

She spread her thighs wide, opening her cunt even wider, so that she could insert two fingers. She scissored them back and forth as they plunged in and out of her cunt, which was becoming wetter by the minute. Curious, she took her wet fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her nose. She sniffed tentatively at them. The sweet spicy smell had returned. Without even thinking, she held the fingers a little lower, bringing them near her mouth. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked gingerly at the glistening beads of moisture which her fingers had carried from her cunt.

The sweet pungent flavor of her cuntal secretions excited her even more. She squeezed the lids of her eyes even more tightly shut, as though trying to hide, even from herself, the shame which she felt. Her nipples ached with swollen desire as the mental image of a nude Professor Wells returned to her feverish mind. He was licking his lips lewdly as he held his bestial cock in his hand and jerked it up and down.

To ease the ache in her nipples, Karen stroked them gingerly with the tips of her wet fingers. Then she returned her fingers to her pussy and plunged them in and out again. She returned the wet fingers to her tits and rubbed the thick moisture of her cuntal secretions around and around the erect points of her nipples. The thick wetness felt soothing and good, and she returned her fingers for another supply of the ooze. As she plunged them in and out, she felt the sexual tingling which had begun, spreading throughout her young body.

Now, without even trying to block it, she was concentrating on her vision of Professor Wells jerking off. She drove her own fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy as she, too, jerked herself off. It was almost as though her fantasy of the dignified and handsome professor masturbating had been conjured up to justify, in her own troubled mind, her desire to finger herself to pleasure.

As she fucked herself with her scissoring index and middle fingers, she moaned softly. Every now and then, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off the sweet-tasting secretions of her pussy. Or she rubbed it in gentle little circles around her nipples. Her moans were becoming louder and more rhythmic.

Pagan, who had been lying at the foot of the bed, looked up when he heard Karen's moans. He sniffed the air thoughtfully, trying to identify the familiar aroma which he detected. It reminded him of something he had smelled the other day, but he couldn't remember what it had been. Domestication had, perhaps, dulled his senses a bit. He rose and trotted over to the side of the bed to investigate. Karen, her eyes still tightly shut and still lost in a reverie of her masturbating professor, was unaware of Pagan's presence. Pagan sniffed his way toward Karen, trying to locate the source of the aroma. He sniffed at her tits, where she had been rubbing the juices from her pussy. There it was. Pagan sniffed closer, and then extended his tongue for a sample taste. It was just like the smell he had smelled the other day, right here in this same place. His long cock began to stiffen within its furry sheath.

Pagan began to lap with his rough pink tongue at the swollen buds of Karen's nipples, which by now had been thoroughly smeared with cunt-juice. At the first searing contact, Karen shuddered with pleasure, not opening her eyes for a second. In her reverie, it was Professor Wells who licked on her nipples. She rubbed her pussy more vehemently, while with her other hand she reached for the professor's furry cock.

As Pagan felt Karen's hand running along his belly in search of his cock, he moved in closer to the bed. He continued to lick first one nipple, then the other. Under his hot licking tongue, both nipples hardened even more, to hot little points of desire. He licked his way around them until each of her two big white swollen mounds of tit-flesh had been thoroughly soaked by the action of his tongue. Karen had somehow become a mindless sex-kitten, all consciousness lost to the ecstatic sensations which she was feeling for perhaps the first time in her life. Although some part of her knew that it was Pagan, the wolf, and not Wells, the man, who was with her, she managed to block it completely from the part of her mind which continued to function. As she ran her searching hand along the underside of Pagan's muscular belly in search of his cock, her mind focused only on a vision of her handsome professor, making tender love to her on the desk in the classroom.