The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 70: Wolf Pack Whore - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 70: Wolf Pack Whore

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of 8 series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-68”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I love living in the city. Everything is close and there are tons of things to do. However, I am still a country girl at heart and I each time I get a chance to return to the calm of nature, I am a happy woman. But this story is not about the beauty of nature. It is about the beauty of fantasy. The beauty of perverse minds. Minds like mine. I was visiting my father for a few days. He still resides in the house my sibling and I grew up in and returning there always feels like going home. And this time was no different. “Ahhh!” I sighed as I listened to the quietude of nature. I had decided to go for a walk through the woods and the only sounds I heard ...

... were birds chirping and leaves crackling beneath my feet. As much as I enjoy my life in the city, it is not until I am alone in the middle of the wilderness that I am truly and utterly happy. And this was one of those times. Coming to a stop, I lay down upon the carpet of leaves and stared up at the ceiling of leaves. Or rather the small leaves that were starting to appear. I loved seeing nature come back to life in the spring and I was content just lying there, watching the leaves grow. But then the blissfully calmness of the forest came to an abrupt end. I heard the sounds of leaves being disturbed. At first, I thought it was my father come to get me for lunch, but the sound was not loud enough for a human. Still, way too many leaves were being disturbed for it to me a mere squirrel. Or even a raccoon. Whatever was heading my way was bigger than a raccoon, but small than a human. Curious, I sat up and glanced around. When I finally located the source of the sound, I froze. I spent my entire childhood in the country and my many forest excursions had led me to come across deer, moose, foxes and even a few bears. But never before had I seen a wolf. Until now. “Wow!” I whispered in awe as I studied the wild canine. He was slightly smaller than the wolves I had seen in captivity, yet the sight of him filled me with just as much arousal. But it was not until I saw two more wolves emerge from the trees that I felt my arousal skyrocket. I knew what was going to happen before it did. ...