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The Adventures of Lone Vulf

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The Adventures of Lone Vulf by lonevulf@aol.com (lonevulf@aol.com)The night was warm, the kind of a beautiful warm that comes in late September. The kind of warm that makes you want to be outside looking up and marveling at the thousands of stars in the clear black sky. Trisha stood motionless breathing deep of the fall air, letting it fill her lungs and feeling the energy she got from it course through her body. The light breeze blew gently against her, causing the silk blouse she wore to flutter softly. The silk caressed her nipples, teasingly like a gentle lover. It sent a shiver through her body and caused her nipples to stand out begging for more attention. She raised a hand up to her breast, running it over the entire surface, delighting in the sensation of the silk against her skin. Her breath caught as she finally allowed herself to touch her nipple. She knew this was dangerous, as the electricity of her touch seemed to streak directly to her cunt, since she had to find her campsite soon. The almost full moon cast enough light for her to follow the shoreline to her favorite camping area. Her familiarity with the area was the only reason she had not stopped before sunset. She wanted to get to "her place" for the night, but the stunning day had caused her to dally along the way, making her late. She was glad, though, that she had gotten away for the weekend. Soon she reached her favorite spot. A break in the trees that surrounded the lake, formed a flat grassy clearing that was a perfect place to pitch a tent that afforded an unobstructed view of the lake. She set down her pack and rubbed the soreness from her shoulders while flexing her tired mussels. In almost no time she had set up her tent and walked down to the shore. The breeze blowing in was making it a bit cool, so she built a small fire to add just the right amount of warmth. She settled down and began singing softly to herself. She enjoyed the company of her friends, but every once in a while she needed time alone. The flames danced in a mesmerizing way that was easy to lose oneself in, and she had no idea how long she had been sitting there when she felt like someone was watching her. She turned casually around and saw two glittering eyes, reflecting the firelight, peering out from the tree line twenty feet away. Somewhat startled she turned back and added more wood to the fire creating more light. However, when she turned back the eyes were gone. Trisha forced herself to breath slowly, and think. The eyes had been too low to be human, and besides, human eyes do not reflect light the way animal eyes did. So at least this wasn't a lunatic spying on her. She laughed to herself for her fear, been reading to many murder mysteries she decided. Still, the experience had somewhat unsettled her and she left the fire to go to her tent. She retrieved from her pack the trashy romance novel she'd been reading and settled down to read by a battery powered light. She didn't know why she read these things, but the sex scenes were well written, and common enough in most of them that she continued to purchase them. The arousal that had started earlier grew as she began reading. Her hand casually touched her nipples brushing them lightly as she read another escapade the leading lady had gotten herself into. Damn. Now she was full blown horny and not a man in sight. This was the only problem with these getaways, but she had taken care of herself before and she'd do it again. Sometimes her solo performances were infinitely better than the duets she'd had the misfortune of sharing with bumbling amateurs. So why complain? She stood now and removed her clothes standing naked for a moment. The breeze danced around her body seeming to delight in being allowed to touch her when no man could. The sheer pagan-like experience of standing naked in a forest clearing by firelight did not go unappreciated by her and if anything turned her on even more. She slipped her light cotton night gown over her body and settled back down to continue reading. The next encounter for the heroine was even more steamy than the last and Trisha knew that this was the one she'd masturbate too. As she read, she conjured in her mind a picture of the scene as it played out. The action was getting hotter, and so was Trisha. She pinched her nipples now, and caressed her breasts, this alone almost bringing on a small first come, but she teased herself until she was done reading the passage. Then she set the book down preparing herself for a good hard come. She looked out toward the lake, and froze. There, sitting by the fire gazing intently at her was a big, gray wolf. It sat facing her with the fire to it's right and slightly behind. The light from the fire flickered off of his fur and put his face in shadows but she was sure that the eyes peering at her now were the same she had seen earlier. Her heart raced and fear replaced sexual excitement, for the moment. The wolf did not attack, did not even growl, it showed no sign of hostility, and Trisha began to relax and think rationally again. Wolves were not known to be found in these parts, and so this was probably not a wild wolf, but rather someone's huskie, out for a midnight stroll who had been attracted by the firelight. The creature shook it's head giving her a glimpse of steel blue as the light struck it's eyes confirming in her mind that that was the case, but this was the biggest huskie she had ever seen. Her fear retreated, and the adrenaline in her body heightened her sexual arousal to a new level. If this beautiful creature wanted a show, she would give it one. She sat up and facing the wolf, (wolf, because the idea was more erotic than dog) she began squeezing and kneading her breasts. The idea of being watched, even by an animal aroused her more and she couldn't wait any longer. One hand remained at her breasts, while her other snaked down to her moist lips. She was quite wet, and drew some of the liquid out of her and spread it over her clit. This sent new shudders through her body and she rubbed both clit and nipples together. This quickly brought her to a small climax which she knew would only lead to bigger ones soon. Just then the wolf stood up, and padded silently towards her. She was too aroused to feel fear, and still saw nothing threatening in its manner. It even seemed to be smiling at her, wordlessly thanking her for letting him watch. She had noted as it got up that it was a he, as she had glimpsed its dick and balls suspended under it's body. It lowered it's head as it approached her, but maintained eye contact with her. God it's eyes were beautiful. A blue gray color which at the same time was cold yet intense with an inner fire. She reached out a hand to it and allowed it to sniff it. The wolf sniffed and then began licking her fingers as she realized she had offered it the hand that had been rubbing her cunt. "I thought you canine's didn't like pussy," she joked more to herself than anything, but it paused and looked up at her. It snorted, which if she didn't know better, she would have interpreted as a laugh, and settled down beside her. The warmth of his body against hers felt almost as good as the softness of his fur. She settled back against him and continued where she had left off. This time she concentrated on the inside of her cunt, beginning with one finger. She placed it at the entrance of her hole and slowly began sliding it in, delighting in the feeling of it slipping into the warm wetness of her vagina. The mussels of her pussy tightened around her single finger and she moaned as she pinched her nipple adding to the overall sensation. It felt so good to be fucking herself in the wild with a silent companion warming her back. The wolf seemed to be enjoying it too, watching her face with an almost lustful expression. She added a second finger to the first and began wiggling them around, hitting spots that no man's dick ever could. Her moans and gasps increased as the wave she was riding toward orgasm swelled higher, and higher. She was finger fucking herself with abandon now and as the wolf moved away she leaned back, her head landing on her pillow. She was very close to a strong orgasm now and all thoughts left her mind and were concentrated on reaching her come. Her breath was ragged, and she rolled her head back and forth as the moment came closer, and closer, and closer. This was it... a hard come just like she liked it. Suddenly a new sensation joined that of her fingers and hand rubbing her nipples. The wolf, had began licking her clit! the thought of it was strange at first, but she was so close, and it actually felt rather good. A bit rougher than a human tongue but still soft and warm and wet. She didn't care now, because she couldn't stop this come anyway, She was too close, right on the edge. The feeling lasted a moment longer with all of her mussels tightening. She seemed suspended on the edge reveling in the incredible feeling before the wave finally crashed on the shore and an intense orgasm flashed through her body...Her pussy contracted rhythmically around her fingers, the feeling so intense she let out a yelp and then rode out the following contractions with moans and sighs. They gradually lessened and a warm glow replaced the intensity that had been there a minute before. She lay back exhausted and thoroughly relaxed. It was then that she remembered her companion, and was not quite sure what to make of the experience. But the wolf nuzzled up beside her and the warmth of his body felt even better now in the slight chill of the night. She got up, went out and banked the fire, stumbled back to her tent and turned out the light. She lay down next to the wolf and decided not to make any judgments right now, and just be appreciative for a good orgasm and a warm body. She was drifting off to sleep when she became aware that the wolf had gotten up. The light of the moon was shining into the tent and bathing the wolf in a silvery glow, or at least she thought the glow came from the moon. Still not fully awake she saw an amazing thing happen that had to prove she was dreaming. The wolf's features changed, morphing, as she watched. It raised up on to it's back legs, the fur of it's body shortening and changing into clothes. The hair of it's face disappearing as the canine snout shrank to a human nose. The hair on the back of it's head lengthened, down past human shoulders, and turned blonde. The only thing to remain constant were those eyes. That watched her for any reaction. The whole thing would have been grotesque, if not for the fluid beauty of it. Finally standing there before her was a man, about 6' 2", slender with longish blonde hair. The clothes he wore were somewhat odd. A black vest was pulled over a white cavalier shirt that laced up the front and had sleeves that billowed out from the shoulders down to the gathered cuffs. Black loose fitting pants completed the outfit, not quite concealing the fact that this man was at least partially aroused. He wore no shoes or socks and was void of any jewelry. His lips drew up into a mischievous smile that was reflected in his blue eyes as he spoke in a soft melodious voice, "All I can say is 'Woof' what a show..." The Adventures of Lone Wolf with special guest: Trisha The night was warm, the kind of a beautiful warm that comes in late September. The kind of warm that makes you want to be outside looking up and marveling at the thousands of stars in the clear black sky. Trisha stood motionless breathing deep of the fall air, letting it fill her lungs and feeling the energy she got from it course through her body. The light breeze blew gently against her, causing the silk blouse she wore to flutter softly. The silk caressed her nipples, teasingly like a gentle lover. It sent a shiver through her body and caused her nipples to stand out begging for more attention. She raised a hand up to her breast, running it over the entire surface, delighting in the sensation of the silk against her skin. Her breath caught as she finally allowed herself to touch her nipple. She knew this was dangerous, as the electricity of her touch seemed to streak directly to her cunt, since she had to find her campsite soon. The almost full moon cast enough light for her to follow the shoreline to her favorite camping area. Her familiarity with the area was the only reason she had not stopped before sunset. She wanted to get to "her place" for the night, but the stunning day had caused her to dally along the way, making her late. She was glad, though, that she had gotten away for the weekend. Soon she reached her favorite spot. A break in the trees that surrounded the lake, formed a flat grassy clearing that was a perfect place to pitch a tent that afforded a unobstructed view of the lake. She set down her pack and rubbed the soreness from her shoulders while flexing her tired mussels. In almost no time she had set up her tent and walked down to the shore. The breeze blowing in was making it a bit cool, so she built a small fire to add just the right amount of warmth. She settled down and began singing softly to herself. She enjoyed the company of her friends, but every once in awhile she needed time alone. The flames danced in a mesmerizing way that was easy to lose oneself in, and she had no idea how long she had been sitting there when she felt like someone was watching her. She turned casually around and saw two glittering eyes, reflecting the firelight, peering out from the tree line twenty feet away. Somewhat startled she turned back and added more wood to the fire creating more light. However, when she turned back the eyes were gone. Trisha forced herself to breath slowly, and think. The eyes had been too low to be human, and besides, human eyes do not reflect light the way animal eyes did. So at least this wasn't a lunatic spying on her. She laughed to herself for her fear, been reading to many murder mysteries she decided. Still, the experience had somewhat unsettled her and she left the fire to go to her tent. She retrieved from her pack the trashy romance novel she'd been reading and settled down to read by a battery powered light. She didn't know why she read these things, but the sex scenes were well written, and common enough in most of them that she continued to purchase them. The arousal that had started earlier grew as she began reading. Her hand casually touched her nipples brushing them lightly as she read another escapade the leading lady had gotten herself into. Damn. Now she was full blown horny and not a man in sight. This was the only problem with these getaways, but she had taken care of herself before and she'd do it again. Sometimes her solo performances were infinitely better than the duets she'd had the misfortune of sharing with bumbling amateurs. So why complain? She stood now and removed her clothes standing naked for a moment. The breeze danced around her body seeming to delight in being allowed to touch her when no man could. The sheer pagan-like experience of standing naked in a forest clearing by firelight did not go unappreciated by her and if anything turned her on even more. She slipped her light cotton night gown over her body and settled back down to continue reading. The next encounter for the heroine was even more steamy than the last and Trisha knew that this was the one she'd masturbate too. As she read, she conjured in her mind a picture of the scene as it played out. The action was getting hotter, and so was Trisha. She pinched her nipples now, and caressed her breasts, this alone almost bringing on a small first come, but she teased herself until she was done reading the passage. Then she set the book down preparing herself for a good hard come. She looked out toward the lake, and froze. There, sitting by the fire gazing intently at her was a big, gray wolf. It sat facing her with the fire to it's right and slightly behind. The light from the fire flickered off of his fur and put his face in shadows but she was sure that the eyes peering at her now were the same she had seen earlier. Her heart raced and fear replaced sexual excitement, for the moment. The wolf did not attack, did not even growl, it showed no sign of hostility, and Trisha began to relax and think rationally again. Wolves were not known to be found in these parts, and so this was probably not a wild wolf, but rather someone's huskie, out for a midnight stroll who had been attracted by the firelight. The creature shook it's head giving her a glimpse of steel blue as the light struck it's eyes confirming in her mind that that was the case, but this was the biggest huskie she had ever seen. Her fear retreated, and the adrenaline in her body heightened her sexual arousal to a new level. If this beautiful creature wanted a show, she would give it one. She sat up and facing the wolf, (wolf, because the idea was more erotic than dog) she began squeezing and kneading her breasts. The idea of being watched, even by an animal aroused her more and she couldn't wait any longer. One hand remained at her breasts, while her other snaked down to her moist lips. She was quite wet, and drew some of the liquid out of her and spread it over her clit. This sent new shudders through her body and she rubbed both clit and nipples together. This quickly brought her to a small climax which she knew would only lead to bigger ones soon. Just then the wolf stood up, and padded silently towards her. She was too aroused to feel fear, and still saw nothing threatening in its manner. It even seemed to be smiling at her, wordlessly thanking her for letting him watch. She had noted as it got up that it was a he, as she had glimpsed its dick and balls suspended under it's body. It lowered it's head as it approached her, but maintained eye contact with her. God it's eyes were beautiful. A blue gray color which at the same time was cold yet intense with an inner fire. She reached out a hand to it and allowed it to sniff it. The wolf sniffed and then began licking her fingers as she realized she had offered it the hand that had been rubbing her cunt. "I thought you canine's didn't like pussy," she joked more to herself than anything, but it paused and looked up at her. It snorted, which if she didn't know better, she would have interpreted as a laugh, and settled down beside her. The warmth of his body against hers felt almost as good as the softness of his fur. She settled back against him and continued where she had left off. This time she concentrated on the inside of her cunt, beginning with one finger. She placed it at the entrance of her hole and slowly began sliding it in, delighting in the feeling of it slipping into the warm wetness of her vagina. The musels of her pussy tightened around her single finger and she moaned as she pinched her nipple adding to the overall sensation. It felt so good to be fucking herself in the wild with a silent companion warming her back. The wolf seemed to be enjoying it too, watching her face with an almost lustful expression. She added a second finger to the first and began wiggling them around, hitting spots that no man's dick ever could. Her moans and gasps increased as the wave she was riding toward orgasm swelled higher, and higher. She was finger fucking herself with abandon now and as the wolf moved away she leaned back, her head landing on her pillow. She was very close to a strong orgasm now and all thoughts left her mind and were concentrated on reaching her come. Her breath was ragged, and she rolled her head back and forth as the moment came closer, and closer, and closer. This was it... a hard come just like she liked it. Suddenly a new sensation joined that of her fingers and hand rubbing her nipples. The wolf, had began licking her clit! the thought of it was strange at first, but she was so close, and it actually felt rather good. A bit rougher than a human tongue but still soft and warm and wet. She didn't care now, because she couldn't stop this come anyway, She was too close, right on the edge. The feeling lasted a moment longer with all of her musels tightening. She seemed suspended on the edge reveling in the incredible feeling before the wave finally crashed on the shore and an intense orgasm flashed through her body...Her pussy contracted rhythmically around her fingers, the feeling so intense she let out a yelp and then rode out the following contractions with moans and sighs. They gradually lessened and a warm glow replaced the intensity that had been there a minute before. She lay back exhausted and thoroughly relaxed. It was then that she remembered her companion, and was not quite sure what to make of the experience. But the wolf nuzzled up beside her and the warmth of his body felt even better now in the slight chill of the night. She got up, went out and banked the fire, stumbled back to her tent and turned out the light. She lay down next to the wolf and decided not to make any judgments right now, and just be appreciative for a good orgasm and a warm body. She was drifting off to sleep when she became aware that the wolf had gotten up. The light of the moon was shining into the tent and bathing the wolf in a silvery glow, or at least she thought the glow came from the moon. Still not fully awake she saw an amazing thing happen that had to prove she was dreaming. The wolf's features changed, morphing, as she watched. It raised up on to it's back legs, the fur of it's body shortening and changing into clothes. The hair of it's face disappearing as the canine snout shrank to a human nose. The hair on the back of it's head lengthened, down past human shoulders, and turned blonde. The only thing to remain constant were those eyes. That watched her for any reaction. The whole thing would have been grotesque, if not for the fluid beauty of it. Finally standing there before her was a man, about 6' 2", slender with longish blonde hair. The clothes he wore were somewhat odd. A black vest was pulled over a white cavalier shirt that laced up the front and had sleeves that billowed out from the shoulders down to the gathered cuffs. Black loose fitting pants completed the outfit, not quite concealing the fact that this man was at least partially aroused. He wore no shoes or socks and was void of any jewelry. His lips drew up into a mischievous smile that was reflected in his blue eyes as he spoke in a soft melodious voice, "All I can say is 'Woof' what a show..." To be continued...