This time he appeared to her as he appeared in his classes each day. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a brightly striped shirt. But in her fantasy, she was the only student in the class. The professor was writing on the blackboard, and then he suddenly turned to Karen. Grinning lewdly, he shrugged off his jacket. Karen's eyes were shut as she imagined him pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them. He stood in nothing more than a brief pair of red under shorts. Then he peeled these too from his body.
Karen tried to shake off the fantasy, knowing that it could not help but lead her to more self-abuse, but found that she couldn't. Instead of her controlling the fantasy, she found that it was controlling her. She tried to think of Jay, but found the mental image of her professor, standing totally nude before her, impossible to lose. His cock was stiff and hard and pointed straight at her. It looked strong and mighty. But, as before, there was something bestial about the vision in her daydream, her professor's prick was furry. A red tip showed from inside the black furred sheath. As she reached up, almost involuntarily to stroke her tits again, the red prick began to thrust forward, coming out of the sheath.
Karen felt her breathing becoming labored. She moaned softly, and one of her hands crept slowly across her silky-smooth skin, making its way toward her hairy cunt. She let her fingertips trail gently over the curly red hair covering the raised mound above the moistening slit. Her middle finger found the moist slash of her pussy, and began to swab up and down between the lips, picking up the thick moisture which was collecting there and spreading it around her crotch.
She spread her thighs wide, opening her cunt even wider, so that she could insert two fingers. She scissored them back and forth as they plunged in and out of her cunt, which was becoming wetter by the minute. Curious, she took her wet fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her nose. She sniffed tentatively at them. The sweet spicy smell had returned. Without even thinking, she held the fingers a little lower, bringing them near her mouth. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked gingerly at the glistening beads of moisture which her fingers had carried from her cunt.
The sweet pungent flavor of her cuntal secretions excited her even more. She squeezed the lids of her eyes even more tightly shut, as though trying to hide, even from herself, the shame which she felt. Her nipples ached with swollen desire as the mental image of a nude Professor Wells returned to her feverish mind. He was licking his lips lewdly as he held his bestial cock in his hand and jerked it up and down.
To ease the ache in her nipples, Karen stroked them gingerly with the tips of her wet fingers. Then she returned her fingers to her pussy and plunged them in and out again. She returned the wet fingers to her tits and rubbed the thick moisture of her cuntal secretions around and around the erect points of her nipples. The thick wetness felt soothing and good, and she returned her fingers for another supply of the ooze. As she plunged them in and out, she felt the sexual tingling which had begun, spreading throughout her young body.
Now, without even trying to block it, she was concentrating on her vision of Professor Wells jerking off. She drove her own fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy as she, too, jerked herself off. It was almost as though her fantasy of the dignified and handsome professor masturbating had been conjured up to justify, in her own troubled mind, her desire to finger herself to pleasure.
As she fucked herself with her scissoring index and middle fingers, she moaned softly. Every now and then, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off the sweet-tasting secretions of her pussy. Or she rubbed it in gentle little circles around her nipples. Her moans were becoming louder and more rhythmic.
Pagan, who had been lying at the foot of the bed, looked up when he heard Karen's moans. He sniffed the air thoughtfully, trying to identify the familiar aroma which he detected. It reminded him of something he had smelled the other day, but he couldn't remember what it had been. Domestication had, perhaps, dulled his senses a bit. He rose and trotted over to the side of the bed to investigate. Karen, her eyes still tightly shut and still lost in a reverie of her masturbating professor, was unaware of Pagan's presence. Pagan sniffed his way toward Karen, trying to locate the source of the aroma. He sniffed at her tits, where she had been rubbing the juices from her pussy. There it was. Pagan sniffed closer, and then extended his tongue for a sample taste. It was just like the smell he had smelled the other day, right here in this same place. His long cock began to stiffen within its furry sheath.
Pagan began to lap with his rough pink tongue at the swollen buds of Karen's nipples, which by now had been thoroughly smeared with cunt-juice. At the first searing contact, Karen shuddered with pleasure, not opening her eyes for a second. In her reverie, it was Professor Wells who licked on her nipples. She rubbed her pussy more vehemently, while with her other hand she reached for the professor's furry cock.
As Pagan felt Karen's hand running along his belly in search of his cock, he moved in closer to the bed. He continued to lick first one nipple, then the other. Under his hot licking tongue, both nipples hardened even more, to hot little points of desire. He licked his way around them until each of her two big white swollen mounds of tit-flesh had been thoroughly soaked by the action of his tongue. Karen had somehow become a mindless sex-kitten, all consciousness lost to the ecstatic sensations which she was feeling for perhaps the first time in her life. Although some part of her knew that it was Pagan, the wolf, and not Wells, the man, who was with her, she managed to block it completely from the part of her mind which continued to function. As she ran her searching hand along the underside of Pagan's muscular belly in search of his cock, her mind focused only on a vision of her handsome professor, making tender love to her on the desk in the classroom.
The aroma was strongest just below the wiry patch of fur at her crotch. Pagan sniffed his way down to the hair-lined slit of her cunt. There it was. He stuck out his tongue and licked up and down the length of the glistening slit.
"Oh, yes," Karen moaned. "Oh, Professor!"
Pagan licked hungrily, pressing the broad flat surface of his rough pink tongue against the sensitive inner flesh of Karen's reddening cunt. She gripped his prick tightly in her fist and jerked it up and down with a jerky rhythmic motion. Both the girl and the wolf were panting uncontrollably, as both experienced unfamiliar sensations.
Karen placed her feet flat on the mattress, pointing her knees at the ceiling. She spread her knees apart, opening the hot wet lips of her pussy. Pagan, his cock swollen with sexual need, stiffened his tongue and began to plunge it straight into the tender young pussy which lay open before him. He moved his head forward and back, fucking the sweet cunt with his tongue, animalistically. No she-wolf could ever respond to him the way this tender young human woman was. Her fingertips on his cock were gentle and at the same time firm. She pulled him off with a relentless rhythm that bespoke the primitive origins of the human race. Like a wolf-bitch in heat she sobbed and moaned as his tongue skewered her tightly drawn cunt, parting the lips and spreading the deep red walls.
By now the sensations had possessed her completely. Her fantasy had so merged with reality that she was totally incapable of functioning on any level other than that of her sexual daydream. Professor Wells was fervently licking at her pussy while she stroked his naked cock up and down, bringing him ever closer to the explosive orgasm which must inevitably follow.
She wanted to feel his hot fluids pumping out onto her hand. She wanted to rub and spread it all over her skin, as she had with the warm fluids of her own pussy.