Karen Charleston couldn't help herself as she quietly opened the backdoor to Tara Strange's cabin and stepped out onto the porch, careful not to make any noise or shut the door completely behind her, since she still needed to get back into the cabin after her brief sojourn.
Despite her curiosity she remained on the back porch, for she was barefoot and without so much as a flashlight, let alone anything she could use in self defense if needed.
Yet defending herself was far from necessary, for whoever was out there in the woods behind the Strange cabin was more interested in what they were doing than her presence.
Karen was just in her nightgown, but it was more like late Spring outside than what she expected for early September weather. Nice and pleasant.
Her eyes had adjusted enough to make out a chair next to her so she sat down, but Karen still couldn't see more than a mere foot or two beyond the outer edge of the porch, for regardless of how starry and moonlit it might be, the thick tree canopy surrounding the cabin kept the ambient light to a minimum.
But Karen could still hear whoever was out there.
As she sat and concentrated, Karen could make out the distinct sounds of at least three couples, and all were involved in some very adult activity.
Moans and groans of mutual pleasure were quite prevalent, leaving nothing but the specific details to the imagination.
Yet sometimes, some of the participants were more... enthusiastic than others.
"That's it honey. Ram it in me!" she heard one woman exclaim, for the acoustics were far better out here than they were anywhere inside the cabin.
Karen felt her nipples harden and a moisture gather within her panties that wasn't there before.
She closed her eyes and it wasn't hard to imagine being the one who received and gave pleasure.
Karen Charleston was still a virgin, but not totally naive on the subject of sex.
The clinical and health aspects of it had been discussed in school.
Other students talked, and there was always the Internet, but to hear it live...
Karen pictured herself as a furry, wanton were who knew what she wanted. Her tail happily moving in time with each hard stroke of her mate's penis deep within her.
The human Karen wasn't totally unaware of one hand caressing her breasts outside her nightgown as the other had slipped into her panties to caress and tease the treasure that awaited some lucky man between her legs.
The were Karen within her fantasy knew exactly what she was doing as she met each thrust of her lover, urging him on to new heights of passion even as their muzzles met in an exotic French kiss.
Human Karen thought she felt two fingers slip inside her moist vagina even as her thumb played with her clit.
Were Karen was tired of her mate being on top as she suddenly flipped them over so she was now in control to drive him even deeper inside.
Human or were, Karen Charleston's body shuddered in pleasure as she experienced an orgasm.
She sat in the chair, a blissful smile upon her face as the hand that was fondling her breasts dropped down to her side.
Her other hand went limp within her panties as she briefly dozed off in peaceful slumber. Her fingers would eventually slip back out of her wet cunt, but until she regained consciousness, the hand would still be trapped within the underwear.
Karen briefly dreamed of her happy future. Free of the Gambonis. A swell life ahead of her as the were she wanted to be. Pursuing love and happiness, as well as plenty of hot were sex, on her terms. Falling in love and eventually marrying the were male of her dreams...
By any time piece she was only asleep for about ten minutes, but they were the best ten minutes of sleep Karen had in a mighty long time.
As she stretched and yawned, Karen felt her hand leave her panties, the fingertips moist with her own secretions.
With eyes still closed, the smile on Karen's face widened as she realized what she had done while sitting on Tara Strange's back porch.
She could still hear plenty of sexual activity occurring out in the woods ahead of her, and knew that someday she would be a part of it.
But her pleasant mood turned to one of shock as Karen felt something or someone start to lick her wet fingers!
She opened her eyes and saw—