Wolf Trap, Part One - Sex Stories

Wolf Trap, Part One

... trickle down her leg from time to time and wondered if it had left a trail of her fertile scent. Sophie was tired though and had built up quite a sweat. There was no sign of the wolf yet, so she decided to take a break. She took out and rolled the rug out and sat down. She didn't intend to, but she sat with her legs apart, almost forgetting about her lack of underwear, so her wet, luscious pussy was on view to the whole world. Sophie giggled to herself; she didn't mind that as there was no one here anyway. Maybe this whole adventure was just a silly little fantasy she would look back on and laugh about one day.

She moved a finger down to inspect her vagina and it was very wet. She rubbed it just a little bit and then moved her hand up to her nose to smell. She was so turned on and didn't know what to do about it. In her head, in those thoughts at the back of her mind, she was trying to save herself, save herself for him. She almost didn't want to, she thought she would be spoiling herself for him and ruin this little game she was playing. But she was desperately horny. Her vagina was tingling in anticipation, for something. It was saying to the world “mate me, I'm right here, mate with me!” but there was nothing coming. She rolled around on the rug, trying to loosen some of that frustration and was about to pack it all in and go home. Then she heard it.

The sniffing of the air, the determined smelling and the rustle of bushes and foliage. Sophie's stomach immediately ...

... tightened, and she stood straight up. There were the goosebumps again, the shaking of anticipation and a small bit of fear. She could hear him, he was close, homing in on her and her fertile scent. She turned, looking each way, but couldn't see him. Was she wrong? Was she just hearing things? But then there was that sniffing again and then she saw him. He, the wolf, was just emerging from behind a bush. His ears were down and his eyes, those wonderful wild eyes were staring directly at Sophie. He was big, very big. Sophie was a tall girl and the wolf stood almost exactly waist height to her. He looked so majestic. A slick grey and black coat of well-maintained fur coated his body. His paws were large and fierce looking while his ears were pointed and jet black, as well as his nose. His snout was long and wide, and his tongue matched this. Those grey eyes were staring directly at Sophie now and she was transfixed. Her fertile vagina was quivering at this sight, and she could feel very small droplets forming there. The ovulating mating gear was communicating to the wolf now, he was sniffing the air, taking in deep nosefuls of Sophie's scent and reading what this was saying to his feral brain.

Sophie felt caught now, trapped in a way, but those butterflies, that anxiousness and all those feelings were directing her to do one thing. She felt so wild, but natural. Instinct was taking over, and she lowered her hood, revealing those blond pigtails to the wolf as well as her natural ...