The Blakes and The Greys Chapter 5: Deep Down Feelings
#5 of The Blakes and The Greys
The incident with Hubert at Gideon's pastry shop had left Josephine flustered. Not that she found him unattractive. Hubert was adorable, especially his lovey-dovey look and stammering. She'd been hit on by wolves before, especially in her line of work as a pin-up model. The industry seemed to attract all the alpha males, the ones who thought they were God's gift to mammalia. They tended to pursue what they wanted aggressively, which had led to a bit of bad blood between her and most of them, especially the younger ones.
Hubert, on the other hand, was definitely a beta if not an omega male, something that the vixen had rarely seen. The way he'd stammered, "a-hyucked," and pronounced her name had been cute. She could tell he was a country boy, something she'd been looking for, and he was exceptionally endowed, which was a bonus.
Jo had never considered dating a wolf or even marrying one, but the thought started to linger as she made her way home. She did have a bit of a bounce in her step, her mind actually delving into several possibilities as she walked down the street before slipping into her single bedroom, single bath house.
As soon as the door closed, the fox removed her top, quickly untying the knot on the plaid shirt that exposed a good chunk of her cleavage and curves. Jo wriggled free of the garment, letting it fall down onto the floor as she unhooked her bra. The girls escaped their prison to gently droop on her chest, her tiny pink nipples hard as diamonds as she let lewd and downright un-ladylike thoughts run wild in her mind.
Josephine was too old to go into heat anymore, but she could feel her loins quiver and ache as if she was twenty years younger, her tail softly flitting about as she walked into her bedroom. Her fingers moved to unbutton her daisy dukes, thumbs gliding under the waistband of them and her panties before she pushed the two down, her hips wiggling from side to side until the fabric reached her knees and fell to the floor.
This vixen's chest heaved up and down, her foreteeth chewing on her bottom lip as long lovely legs began to guide her towards her closet. She kept all her marital aids there, though she'd never been married, so it wasn't exactly right to call them that, but she preferred that term to ones like toys or dildos. Jo had a small collection of them; one that was a caste of a smaller domestic canine, one that was a caste of a fox, and then there was her final one, which had been a caste of an endowed wolf. From what she'd gathered, it had to have been around the same size as Hubert.
The fox's face flushed as she reached in to wrap her fingers around the length, imagining to herself that it belonged to the cute wolf she'd met earlier in the day. She gently picked it up, giggling to herself as she started live out the fantasy in her mind.
Her free hand moved to cup the base as she brought the tip to her lips. The vixen was calling the silicon phallus Hubert as she gently wrapped her muzzle around the false length. She could imagine him petting her as she began to bob her head up and down, soft churring moans emanating from her maw as she felt herself become wet from the thoughts.
Slowly, she pulled "Hubert" from her lips, her hand gripping him by the base as Jo slithered into bed, laying on her back. The vixen couldn't remember the last time she'd used this one, and she knew it would probably be uncomfortable at first, but she was more than willing.
The fox let out a moan as she ran the tip across her soaked folds, her eyes closing as she lubricated her aid with her own juices. The vixen spread her legs wider, both hands moving to grip the toy, her nostrils flaring as the first inch began to slip inside her unused tunnel. Jo had been loosened from the birth of her first and only kit, but not having intercourse for so long save for the occasional toy only made her tighten. She hadn't used this particular one in so long that she felt herself being spread open, her lips yipping and yelping and moaning as she began to force Hubert inside her inch by inch.
Jo felt the tip prod against her cervix, the sensation making her eyes close and her hips automatically buck. Long, heated, needful moans started to fall from her muzzle as the vixen began to ride out her fantasy. In her mind, the beta wolf was atop her, moaning with her as he pinned her to the bed. His hips were thrusting, his tip rubbing over her walls before smacking into cervix.
Her toes were curling as she moaned louder and louder, one hand leaving the wolf phallus to press against her swollen nub. Her fingers rubbed in furious circles as her eyes began to shut tight and ears folded back onto her head. She was so close. Oh so close.
Her jaws opened wide in a gasping, moaing yelp as her tunnel collapsed around Hubert, her juices flowing down on the fake length to coat it in her own dew. Jo's breasts rose and fell, her head falling back onto the pillow in a daze. Her toy was still buried in her to the hilt, not that she minded at the moment, so lost in fantasy that it didn't matter.
Slowly, reality started to kick in as her ears picked up the telltale signs of ringing.