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I did not write this and am only posting it for the enjoyment of the
group.  If anyone is offended by sexual content (not likely in this
group) then just don't read it.

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Wolf Dream???



The ride had been long and hard, and her horse was showing signs of
tiring.  She was getting tired herself, but the spot where she wanted
to rest for the night was only a short distance ahead.  She slowed her
horse to a walk and they picked their way along the rising trail
through the trees. Soon she came to the clearing; she'd been here
before, and it was as she remembered it.  It was the perfect place to
stop for the night -- a small grassy area beside a spring-fed pool,
hard by the edge of the forest that stretched to the top of the
mountain.  She had found this place years ago on her first attempt at
crossing the mountains, and had returned to it nearly every year.  It
was the highlight of the journey.

She swung her leg over the horse's neck and dropped softly to the
ground.  She took the horse's reins and led him to the pool.  He
dipped his head and drank deeply.  While he drank, she raised her arms
high over her head and bent forward, back, left, right, to work out
the kinks.  When the horse lifted his muzzle from the pool, she led
him to a tree a short distance away and tethered him using a long rope
from her saddle bag.  She untied the bundles behind the saddle and
piled them on the ground; she then removed the saddle and placed it by
the bundles.  She reached into the saddle bag and found a pair of
currying brushes and gave her friend a quick but thorough brushing.
He nuzzled her to show his thanks; she threw her arms around his neck
and gave him a hug.  "Enjoy the grass, big guy.  You earned it today."

In short order, she unpacked her provisions and tossed her bedroll on
a patch of soft grass.  She dug a small pit and built a fire of dry
wood from a nearby grove.  It gave off a cheerful light to counter the
fading daylight.   She put a pot of water over the fire to heat up,
and walked over to the pool.

First she removed her leather chaps, then her dusty, battered boots.
Barefoot now, she stretched again to her full height of
five-and-a-half feet.   She tossed her wide-brimmed hat onto her boots
and shook out her long auburn tresses.  Gazing out at the lowering
sun, she undid her jeans and let them drop to the ground.  She stepped
out of them as she undid her loose-fitting plaid shirt, removed it,
and pulled off the snug sports bra she always wore while riding. She
disliked it; it was too constricting for her taste, but she had large
breasts and it was more comfortable than bouncing too much.  Absently,
she rubbed at the pink wrinkles in her sides from the tight under-
garment, then bent and removed her panties.  She stepped lightly into
the water.  It was cool, but not too cold, and she waded out to her
knees and sat down quickly.  She scrubbed her arms and legs, her
shoulders and back, her chest and belly, to remove the dust from the
long day's ride, then ducked her head to rinse her hair.  Refreshed,
she stood and stepped from the water.  She walked back to the fire,
wrapped herself in her blanket and stepped closer to the fire to warm
and dry herself.  The water has steaming, and she threw in the makings
for her soup.  She took couple of sugarcubes from her provisions and
padded over to where her horse grazed quietly.  He took the treats
from her and nuzzled her again, pushing the blanket off her shoulders
and exposing her breast.  "Hey, now, none of that," she giggled.  She
patted his flank as she headed back to the fire.

She ate her soup quietly, rinsed out her dishes and set them out to
dry.  She threw a few more pieces of wood onto the fire, snuggled down
into her bedroll and stared up into the sky as the stars wheeled
overhead.  A few moments passed, and she was asleep.

----------------

The horse snorted nervously.  He looked to the pool and saw the wolf
gazing calmly back at him.  The wolf's clear grey eyes locked the
horse's deep brown ones;  the horse calmed immediately, realizing
there was no danger from this animal.  Satisfied the horse would give
no further alarm, the wolf stood and padded quietly to within a few
yards of the girl's sleeping figure.  He gazed at her for some
minutes, not moving.  She stirred slightly in her sleep......

-----------------

She knew she was dreaming.  All her senses were heightened; the air
was never this sharp, the smell of the pines never this clear.  She
could even smell the nearby water, and could hear birds in the trees
far up the hill.  She could feel each blade of grass on her bare feet,
and the ripples of the breeze caressing her nude body.  She turned and
looked back towards the fire at her own sleeping figure, and at the
wolf sitting just beyond.  His grey eyes seemed to shine like the
reflection of moonlight on the water; they locked hers, and seemed to
pull her in.  With an effort, she pulled her gaze from his and looked
up at the stars.  

She looked back to the wolf and he was gone; a man was standing there
in its place.  His grey eyes stared calmly at hers.  He was naked,
except for a small silver medallion hanging from a leather strip tied
loosely around his neck.  She could not look away from his eyes; he
would not look away from hers.  As their gazes locked, she felt her
skin tingle, all over her naked body.  He walked deliberately around
the sleeping figure by the fire, never looking anywhere but into her
eyes.  In moments, he stood before her.  He brought a hand to her
hair, and stroked it gently.  With one finger, he traced the lines of
her face, pausing at the small mole over her lip.  He ran his finger
softly over her full lips, all the while gazing into her deep blue
eyes.  She bent to kiss his chest.  He dipped his head and kissed her
lightly on the neck, just where her shoulder met her throat.  She
closed her eyes and tilted her head to give him better access.  Her
fair skin flushed, enhancing the faint freckles on her breast.

When she opened her eyes again,  they were atop a high hill.  She
could see the light of her campfire glimmering  far below, the bedroll
beside it.   The canopy of stars was much closer now, close enough to
touch.  She felt his mouth at her neck, his hands on her breasts.  He
raised his head, and looked again into her eyes.  He took her
shoulders and lowered her gently to the ground.  The earth was soft
beneath her bare back.  He bent his head to her neck again, then to
her breasts.  He nuzzled her gently, his long soft tongue lingering on
her nipples.  He maneuvered himself around until he was between her
legs, and bent again to her breasts.  His soft hands caressed her
body, all over.  He moved down, kissed her belly and the undersides of
her breasts, nuzzled her navel and slowly began to burrow into her
pubic hair.  She looked down at him; those silver-grey eyes still
gazed deeply into her own.   She saw his tongue, long, smooth and
pink, as it brushed lightly against her pussy.  He worked it all
around her, the lips, the clit (very gently, almost in passing), up
and back.  She lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders, giving
him full access to her.  She crossed her ankles behind his head, and
drew him in.

Now his tongue darted into her, then continued its travels around her
hot, wet pussy.  She arched her back, pressing herself into his face,
eager for more.  His hands held her buttocks, and lifted her to him as
he drank her in, lapping up the juices now flowing freely.  Her
nipples were like cherries, hard and firm, and she clasped her hands
over them and stroked them as he continued his work.  When she thought
she could take no more, she looked down at him and moaned, "Now,
please, now!".

She was standing, now.  She looked down and saw she was wearing her
chaps again.  The soft, worn leather felt good on her legs.  He was
behind her, kissing and licking her neck, her ears, her shoulders,
while his soft hands went from her breasts to her belly to her pussy,
bringing everything alive again.  He pushed her shoulders down,
gently.  She lowered herself to her knees, and he followed her.  The
chaps pulled tighter and hugged her legs from the front.  He pulled
her to him from behind, continually stroking her.   His tongue darted
everywhere, into her ears, over her shoulders.  She leaned forward and
knelt on all fours.  "Now, please, I can't wait, now!"

She felt his cock press against her pussy, and a shudder went through
her entire body.  He held her hips to prevent her from moving and slid
the head of his cock lightly over her pussy, brushing against her
until he was wet with her juices.  A low growling began in his throat.
She moaned.  Just when she thought she would explode, he entered her,
very slowly.

She gasped as the head of his cock pushed into her.  He felt enormous,
and she could feel every ridge, every vein on him as he slid slowly,
deliciously into her.  Her mouth fell open into an O as he moved
deeper and deeper inside her.  

She took one hand and reached between her legs.  She found his balls,
and began to stroke them.  They were soft and full, covered less with
hair than with fur.  She had never felt anything like it, and she grew
more excited as she played with them.  

Now he was fully inside her; she felt him everywhere.  They began to
move slightly, back and forth, in and out;  their movements in perfect
synchronization.  His hands found her swaying breasts as he pushed
into her.  She pushed her pussy against him as hard as she dared, and
pulled slowly away, tightening the muscles of her vagina as she tugged
on his enormous cock.  His growling became deeper, and she began to
move faster.  He grasped her hips and began to drive into her.  She
matched his intensity, rocking her hips, feeling his cock ram into her
again and again, until she felt she would surely split in two.

She began to pant, and murmur "yes, yes, yes,..." in time to their
movements.  She spoke louder now, "Yes, Yes, Yes....", and the
growling she heard turned into a low deep rumble.  She felt him tense,
and then felt herself reach the point of no return.  Almost violently,
he exploded within her and she came simultaneously.  She felt him come
deep within her, his hot cum mixing with her juices.  She arched her
back and called, "YES, YES, YES, MORE!"  His voice was raised almost
to a howl as they came together;  she felt wave after wave of orgasm
pass through her.  He continued to push into her as deep as he could
go.  The waves continued to come, then slowed to ripples as he leaned
forward over her back, panting quietly.  Slowly, slowly, their hearts
returned to a normal pace.  Their breathing became regular.  He gently
laid her down on her side, matching her movements so his cock never
left her pussy.  She felt it pulse lightly inside her, and herself
pulsing around him.  He ran his hands over her, keeping her warm.
Shortly, she fell asleep.

She awoke seemingly moments later.  She lifted up onto one elbow and
looked into the eyes of the wolf, standing a short distance from her.
His eyes gleamed in the dark.  She raised her hand to him, but he
turned and trotted from sight.

She awoke again, and found herself still in her bedroll.  The sun was
peeking over the horizon, and she could see her fire had gone out in
the night.   She stood, naked, and let the early morning sunlight
start to warm her body.  She walked over to the pool to rinse away the
last of the sleep.  

She looked down at her sides and saw the scratch marks.  Long parallel
lines circled her waist, ran down her legs.  She reached behind
herself and could feel more on her back.  The were not deep, and she
barely felt them.   Where could they have come from?, she thought.  I
must have slept on something hard.

She bent to pick up her clothes.  As she stood, she saw the wolf
standing near the edge of the woods.  It gazed at her with silver-grey
eyes that looked very familiar to her.  The wolf turned and trotted
off into the woods and disappeared from her sight.

She put on her clothes, then reached for her hat; something shiny fell
out.  She bent and picked it up.  It was a small silver medallion
hanging from a leather strip; on it was engraved a paw print.  Puzzled
as to where it came from, she put it over her neck and let it drop
beneath her shirt, where the medallion fell between her breasts.  It
felt like it belonged there.

End

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