Wolf Trap, Part One - Sex Stories

Wolf Trap, Part One

... wolf? Sophie barely realized, but her hand had made for her now wet vagina. She was biting her lip as her middle finger went inside. She could feel the clammy wetness of herself as she began to move her hand and finger rapidly around and in her pussy. The wolf was watching her, stalking her in the forest, admiring and protecting her. Sophie's finger moved faster and faster, her soaking vagina now near pulsing and she slid her index finger in and used the top of her palm to rub her sensitive clitoris. The wolf had found her now, it had picked up her scent. It was so close she could smell it, the strong, virile musk, entirely male and it dominated her senses. Her fingers were moving extremely quickly now, a massive orgasm building up inside her, going from her stomach down to her pulsing, wet vagina. Then she remembered – the wolf did have her now, it had her scent, the bra she left for him. An offering to him, a signal for him to claim her. That tilted Sophie over the edge and the biggest orgasm of her life rolled through her. She squealed and panted, all the while the shower was pouring down on her and her slick, white skin. Sophie very nearly collapsed right there, only barely managing to keep her balance after that unbelievable orgasm. She got herself together and rinsed out her blonde hair, taking her time – almost just to recover from such a shattering orgasm.

She got out of the shower then and dried herself, trying as hard as possible not to think about what had ...

... just happened. She was about to begin her ovulation cycle so put her extreme horniness down to that. Sophie spent some time drying her hair and combing it through, trying to take her mind off things/ But when she got into bed, she couldn't shake it. Sophie tossed and turned, thoughts of the wolf circling her brain. She could feel a wetness in her pussy and tried repeatedly to ignore it. But the wolf was there, in her thoughts, watching her, smelling her scent. It had taken her underwear now, it had her and always knew where she would be. It could stalk her, exert himself on her and she would be powerless to stop it. Finally, she drifted to sleep with those thoughts still dominating her mind.

When she woke in the morning, her mouth was dry. There were butterflies in her stomach, and she felt tense. Yesterday had happened, those moments in the forest, had happened. She had left the wolf something of her, something uniquely hers. The shower, happened. Sophie felt a clamminess from her vagina, she was ovulating for sure. It was a lazy Sunday though, so she got herself up and made breakfast, trying to put those thoughts to the back of her mind. Sophie got busy doing the laundry and cut the grass, building up quite a sweat. But it was always there – the wolf, her wolf. After lunch, she decided she had to do something about this. Her actions now seemed odd, intentional but almost like it wasn't her doing them. It was like a deep need was coming out of her and guiding her, an inner ...