Opening my room in this small inn which I've found
myself in, I'm pleasantly surprised by what lies there waiting
for me; it's not the Hilton, but it will do. It's clean and dry,
and the large bed looks very comfortable, especially when compared
to the ground. It's certainly going to be nice sleeping in a real
bed after so many days on the road. We were really lucky to come
to this town just as the rain storm hit.
Thankfully dropping my pack to the floor, I turn
to the lamp on the table near the bed. It is still a few hours
before the sun sets, but on account of the clouds, it's already
somewhat dark out, and this room is a bit too gloomy for my taste.
Finding a wooden box of matches near the lamp, and striking one
on the rough side of the box, it quickly glows to life and I'm
able to light the lamp burning its clear oil. As the flame grows
to light the room with a warm glow, a small amount of smoke leaks
out of the glass enclosure around it.
Satisfied with the light level, turning to my pack,
I open it up, spilling its contents, mostly clothes on the floor.
Sorting through them, and setting the other items aside to dry,
I'm appalled at how bad some of them smell, having been lying
there damp and sweaty for several days.
I really need to get out of these wet clothes, but
these are the last clean pair I have. Unfortunately there's no
other choice than to sift through the pile that lies before me
and find the cleanest ones amongst the lot. After much debate,
and a little revulsion, I finally come on a shirt and a pair of
sorts that are fairly dry and with a little airing out are somewhat
passable. I think I can manage to go the night without underwear,
since there's no way in hell I'm going to recycle those.
As I've finished sorting through the clothes, kicking
off my boots and socks, and beginning to think about a bath, there's
a slight and hesitant knock at the door. Rising and walking towards
it, not sure just who it could be, I pause briefly, then slowly
open it. Standing before me is a young felenzi female with orange
fur, and long, straight, red hair, carrying a large metal bucket
with a little bit of trouble. Smiling shyly at me, trying in earnest
to hide her surprise at my looks, she says softly "I've brought
you some hot water for your bath."
Looking at her quickly, perusing her lithe form,
I notice that the fur of her hands is colored white, giving her
the illusion of wearing gloves which extend a few inches past
her wrists, blending into her orange fur. Backing up and letting
her enter, she walks into what must be the bathroom and after
a moment returns. Smiling at me again, as she steals furtive glances
at me, she states "There, I've added that water to your bath,
so it will be nice and warm for you... also I can take your laundry
if it's ready."
Hesitating once again, her behavior catching me of
guard, I finally point to the crumpled, wet and slightly pungent
heap of garments on the floor, having already set aside the cleanest
of the lot to dry hung over a chair. "That's all of them,
well except for what I'm wearing now... if you wait a moment I
can take these off in the bathroom and throw them out to you."
At the mention of this she quickly becomes more amused,
and perhaps a little eager. "Okay," she responds bubbly,
widening her smile. "Father said that you were from a strange
land from far off and that you were very tired from your journey,
and to be very nice to you... if you'd like I could help you with
your bath."
Catching me completely off guard, a million thoughts
flash quickly through my head, as I stare at this attractive feline
morph standing so close to me. 'Does she really mean what I think
she does? And if so why is she so eager... is it because living
in this little hole of a town she actually finds me exotic? Would
it be so bad if I was to take her up on this? How old is this
girl anyway, is she even eighteen? She is really cute though.
Could I live with myself if I took advantage of this? Could I
forgive myself if I didn't?'
Finally standing there, and looking into her expectant
eyes, I surprise myself with my response, not quite sure how I'm
going to answer until I actually open my mouth. "That would
be very nice... that is if you're willing to be very thorough
about it... I may need some other attentions too, if you'd like
to help me out."
Flashing me a devious grin, as her eyes are set ablaze
with yearning excitement, her reply casts all doubt of her intentions
from my mind. Trying her best to sound seductive, and doing a
very fine job of that, she answers in a very sultry voice, with
just the hint of a purr in it. "That's exactly what I had
in mind sir... and I was really hoping you'd accept my offer."
Looking at her, as she gazes at me with wonder and
excitement, second thoughts register briefly in the back of my
mind. 'Should I really be doing this? Yes she's incredibly cute,
and I'd love to get her in bed, but how old is she? Then again,
their world is so strange, who knows what the age of consent is...
she's obviously old enough to know what she's doing, and seems
very eager about it... what the hell, I'm not gonna pass a chance
like this up.'
Letting out a bated breath, still a little nervous
about the situation, but feeling my impending arousal compensating
for this, I look into her beautiful yellow eyes and smiling simply
state, "Okay... would you like to get started then?"
Smiling at me eagerly, with her tail swishing lightly
behind her, she steps slowly toward me and grabs at the wet fabric
of my shirt. Hesitating ever so briefly she begins to pull it
upwards, fighting against the friction of the drenched cotton
against my skin. Lifting my arms to aid her in the process, she
slowly slides the shirt of me and over my head, exposing my moist
skin inch by inch.
Finally removing the shirt, she tosses it on the
pile with the other laundry where it falls in a wet heap. Then
her eyes widening a little bit, she slowly brings the fingers
of her furry hand to my chest. Looking at me as if for permission,
I smile assuringly and wordlessly urge her on. Running her hand,
across my damp skin, she delights at this wonderfully new texture,
as she explores the landscape of my moderately toned muscles.
She has obviously never seen a human before, and
the whole experience is very thrilling for her. Letting her navigate
my chest, she glides over my pects, gently running over my nipples,
then down my breastbone to my belly and up my sides. She quickly
notices my ticklish areas of my sides and giggling as she sends
small spasms through me. Looking at her, as she's obviously enjoying
these novel experiences, it's a nice boost to my ego realizing
how exotic she's finding me.
Breaking the silence, I ask "You've never seen
someone like me before have you?"
Stopping her explorations, she looks at me and simply
answers "no" seeming a little shy and worried.
"Do I look really strange to you then?"
Pausing a moment, as if trying to decide the answer
for herself, she then replies. "No... you're really different,
especially without any fur... but I find you really attractive...
the fact that you're so different makes you very special for me."
Smiling warmly at her, feeling another quick ego
boost, I return the compliment. "That's exactly how I feel
with you... you're really beautiful you know." As she beams
with pleasure at this compliment, I finish the sentence in my
mind 'and I've been wanting to do this ever since I've been here...
thank goodness someone's finally interested in the idea.'
Reaching out to touch her soft cheek with the back
of my hand, she responds by rubbing slightly against it. Stroking
the fur there, she quickly lets out several small purrs. Moving
up to caress one of her feline ears protruding through her long
hair, she flicks it a couple of times at my touch, but also purring
so I know she's enjoying it.
Then moving back to her cheek and up her muzzle to
her long slender whiskers, I begin stroking them, not sure how
she'll react, remembering that cat's whiskers are very sensitive.
Her purrs deepen, as it appears that she finds this very agreeable.
Taking a few whiskers between my fingers, and ever so slightly
pulling on them, traversing their whole length away from her face,
she purrs yet again, encouraging me onward.
Trailing my fingers along her muzzle, reaching her
thin black lips, she pleasantly surprises me by opening them and
darting her tongue out. Slowly moving against my hand, she laps
my fingers ever so lightly with her slightly rough tongue, purring
all the time. The feel of her tongue gliding slowly over each
one of fingers is completely wonderful, as she purrs softly while
doing so.
After letting her lavish this attention on me for
a couple of minutes, I again break the silence. "I'd really
like to help you out of some of your clothes now... will you let
me do that?" This request seems to have caught her of guard,
and she acts a little startled quickly becoming shy. Looking into
her eyes which register just a little fear, I smile reassuringly
at her and add "please... I'd really like to return your
favors.'
Slowly stroking her muzzle once again, her fear seems
to melt from her, as she shyly nods her head. Her slightly nervous,
yet also expectant gaze remains locked on me as I slowly trail
my hand down her neck. Pausing at her shoulder, and deciding to
ease her into this, I continue down the side of her body, barely
brushing the side of one of her breasts, causing her to gasp lightly.
Then reaching her waist, continuing down the side of her leg,
coming to her footwear, which is a strange combination of shoes
and boots.
Kneeling before her, taking her somewhat large shoe
in my hands, I slowly undo the laces. Her shoes come up a few
inches above her ankle, since her feet are digitrade, they are
fairly different from what I'm used to seeing everyday. In order
to remove the shoe, I have to undo the laces to about halfway
down it, so it can come off from her large foot and not get caught
on the ankle. It drops off her foot, having most of the top opening
up, rather than pulling it down, like I'm used to. Removing her
shoe, I see that the fur of her foot, and up to just below where
her shoe had fit, is pure white, just like her hands, giving her
"socks" markings on her feet.
Her "foot" is longer than a humans by about
five or six inches, from the large felenzi equivalent of an ankle
to her toes. However this "foot" is shaped a little
differently than ours, since it is almost more like an extension
to her leg, being somewhat long and a little skinny. What I consider
as her foot doesn't actually start until down near her toes. The
part that actually comes in contact with the earth is only about
five inches long and is squat compared to humans. Her "toes"
are much thicker than ours, and all four of them are the same
size; her foot looks pretty much what you'd expect to see on a
cat of her size. Each one of her toes, has a retractable claw,
much like the ones on her fingers, which are just barely visible
beneath her dark fur.
Having exposed her foot to the air, I begin to slowly
stroke it, staring at her toes and then moving upwards along her
ankle, then slowly repeating the journey I glide my fingers along
its underside. As my fingers travel through her soft downy fur,
she lets out another small purr. Coming to her toes once again,
I run my fingers over and between them, delighting at the feel
of her strong claws lying there.
Tackling her other foot, I repeat the process, to
her continued audible appreciation. Then moving my hands slowly
up her body, and rising from my crouch, I come once again to her
shoulders. Looking into her deep eyes, she looks back at me with
a beautiful mixture of arousal and slight timidness.
Taking my fingers and running them down the contours
of the neck cut of her shirt, I begin to undo the buttons one
by one, slowly revealing her to me. Trailing my fingers through
the slit of her open shirt, up the front of her abdomen, she trembles
slightly against my touch. Finally reaching the collars, I simply
take them and part her shirt wide open, lifting it slowly off
her shoulders and down her arms, as she moves them away from her
body, greatly assisting the shirt's removal.
Letting the garment drop to the floor, I stand back
slightly to look at her exposed beauty. Starting just below her
neck is an attractive patch of yellowish-tan fur, that spreads
down and outward covering all over her chest and firm abdomen,
then trailing down into her skirt. She is wearing a simple white
brassiere, which complements her fur coloring quite nicely.
Smiling at her, I take my hand and reach up to stroke
the underside of her neck, eliciting yet another purr from her.
Then slowly trailing downward, I come to cup one of her furry
breasts beneath her bra. She Lets out a slight breath as I caress
her, first running my fingers around its perimeter, then slowly
orbiting in to rub her erect nipple beneath the cotton fabric,
"We can leave this on for now... no since in spoiling all
of the fun right away."
She grins at me, wordlessly acquiescent. Giving her
nipple one last slow caress, then gliding away, skirting over
her breast, then down to her navel, making sure to run my fingers
over it, as she melts against my touch, I reach my destination,
the rim of her simple skirt. Toying with her briefly, I run my
fingers along the top of it, then gently tucking them down inside
to rub against her as she squirms lightly beneath my touch.
Stopping right above the button of the skirt, I quickly
unhook it, then begin to slide it off of her. Going slow, not
only to draw out the experience, but also so as not to catch her
thick tail as it slips through the slit in the back, I uncover
her panties and the beautiful orange fur of her legs. Coming down
to her feet, she steps out of the garment and it too is discarded
next to the shirt.
Moving my fingers slowly up her legs, again enjoying
the feel of her soft fur gliding beneath my fingertips, and marveling
at her strong and firm muscles. It appears that in order to support
her digitrade feet, her legs need to be stronger than a human;
her muscles are impressive, but still definitely feminine.
Nearing her underpants, I gently caress her inner
thighs, but not touching the fabric of her underwear at all. I
come near it, and then pull away, enjoying the effect this is
having on her. As she purrs several more times, tiny spasms begin
to run through her legs, as she becomes slightly unsteady on her
feet.
The tan patch of fur continues down from her abdomen,
into her underwear, and then resurfacing to taper off along her
thighs. Her panties are plain white, just as her bra, and already
a small spot of moisture has begun to collect on them. Continuing
stroking up and down her thighs for a few minutes more, I finally
quit when her legs begin to quiver more and I'm afraid she'll
lose her balance on me.
Stepping back once again, and looking once more into
her eyes, which are slightly glazed over, I speak for what seems
is the first time in hours. "There, that wasn't so bad was
it?" smiling at her as she returns my grin and nods. "Good...
now why don't you return the favor?"
She once again brings her four-fingered hands in
contact with my skin, placing them on my side, right below my
underarms. Slowly and teasingly, having learned quickly from me,
she traces her furry fingertips down my sides, coming to the rim
of my pants. Loosening my belt buckle, she returns my wonderful
torture by slipping her fingers inside and lightly tracing back
and forth. Coming again to another ticklish area, she has me squirming
under her touch for several moments, with a devilish grin on her
face.
Having finished toying with me there, she moves on
to uncharted territory, as she tentatively undoes the metal button
of my pants and slowly pulls down the zipper. Then sliding the
wet fabric off of me, as slowly as I had done to her, she reveals
me inch by inch, exposing my wet briefs to her eager gaze.
Peeling back my clothing, she finally reaches my
feet, and I step quickly out of it, thankful to have the wet garment
removed. It too joins the rest of my clothes, lying in a wet heap
in the middle of the room. Her hands then come back to my feet,
and she's very inquisitive of the shape of my foot, since it differs
so widely from hers. Raising my heel of the floor, I give her
access to as much of it as possible without putting myself off
balance.
Running her fingers over my foot, then slowly up
my firm legs, she comes to my underwear, with my full erection
straining against the cotton. They are damp from the rain, but
a small amount of new fluid has been recently seeping into them.
Looking down at her, she has the most wonderful curious look on
her face, as she closely examines my form beneath the thin fabric.
Then shyly and tentatively she reaches up and softly touches its
tip.
Gaining courage, she beings to slowly run her fingers
against its outline, traversing the full length of the shaft several
times. The sensations of her slow and exploratory rubbing through
the cotton are extremely wonderful and I let out a few throaty
hums to let her know how much I'm enjoying this. They aren't as
pretty sounding as her purrs, but it's the best I can do, and
she seems to enjoy them just the same, smiling as she relishes
the thought of how wonderful she's making me feel.
Finally moving her fingers up to my waistband, then
looking up at me, her eyes a little nervous and shy, she wordlessly
asks my permission to continue. The look on her face is priceless,
as this image is forever etched into my brain. Seeing her, so
inexperienced and bashful, yet also so eager to continue, fills
me with warmth. Smiling tenderly at her, I nod and silently urge
her on.
This is all the encouragement she needs, as she grips
the top of my briefs and slowly pulls down. As my stiff penis
is slowly revealed to her, she gasps yet again, and pauses momentarily
to get a good look at me, her eyes widening ever so slightly.
Then continuing again, she quickly removes my underwear, tossing
it on the pile behind us.
Returning eagerly to my slightly throbbing member,
she continues her exploration, running her soft fingers over the
entire surface. Even though the feel of her touches through the
cotton had been heaven, they do not even begin to compare to how
glorious her fur on my naked flesh feels. As one hand explores
my penis, her other is kept quite busy on my testicles. Running
her fingers over them at first, she then gently cups them and
squeezes them ever so lightly as they throb slightly in her grasp.
Continuing her investigations, she seems fascinated
by the head, and lightly strokes under the rim for several minutes,
sending small shivers through me when she reaches my extremely-sensitive
regions. Then quickly learning what I like the most, she slowly
runs a single finger up and down the entire length of the shaft,
in a deliciously teasing motion.
As she threatens to send me over the top, I have
to reach down and gently take her hands, pulling them away from
me. She seems a little dejected, as if I'd just taken away a favorite
toy. Bringing her hands up level with my chest, I hold them lovingly
and gaze into her wide eyes, as she looks back almost hungrily
at me. "You are doing a wonderful job, but I had to stop
you because you were getting me too close... I didn't want to
come just yet."
She doesn't quite understand what I'm talking about,
but beams with pride at my compliment. Then getting a devilish
idea, I ask "would you like to lick me down there?"
Her eyes come alive with the idea, as she appears
both excited and a little confused by my request. Hesitating briefly,
then nodding her head, she softly replies, "if you would
enjoy it, then yes I would."
Smiling warming at her compliance and eagerness to
please, I move backwards to the bed, leading her with me. Sitting
down, I reach up and take her shoulders, slowly bring her down
to her knees in front of me, as she gets a closer look at me.
Then slowly bringing her muzzle in closer, lightly
brushing her fur against me, she sniffs at the head, lightly at
first, then deeper. My pheromones, although not felenzi, must
have somewhat of an effect on her as her smile broadens, and she
then cautiously flicks her tongue out across my flesh, getting
a quick taste. She seems to find it pleasing, and quickly begins
to lap my shaft, running her tongue along its entire length. Its
slightly-rough texture against my sensitive skin is totally electric,
sending multiple shivers throughout my entire being.
She runs her tongue up and down my entire length
several times, then moving slowly upward, concentrates her efforts
on my head, licking under the rim, zeroing in on the sensitive
flesh there. As she gains experience at this, I feel the pressure
rising inside me. I have no idea how she's going to react to my
climax, but I'm unable to ponder this for long as the sensations
within me drive this thought to the furthest corners of my mind,
looking down lovingly at this beautiful young woman lavishing
her attentions on me with such vigor.
Finally I can't hold back against the pleasure any
longer, feeling the climax build within me. Leaning back slightly,
resting on my hands behind me, I let the wave of pleasure come
at me. As my spasms start, she immediately tenses up, her eyes
widening, unsure and a little afraid at what's happening before
her. Then as my semen streams forth, spattering all across her
muzzle she pulls back in fear and a little disgust.
Unable to react until the climax passes, I then feel
a quick pang of guilt, and lean forward to place reassuring hands
on her shoulder and cheek, softly petting her and pulling her
forward. Speaking softly to her, I talk her down. "It's okay...
I'm sorry, I should have warned you about that... it's what happens
when the pleasure builds within me... you did a wonderful job."
Smiling weakly at me, she still seems a little apprehensive
of the opaque fluid covering her muzzle and dripping from me.
Stroking her muzzle, I trail my finger through some of it and
slowly bring it under her nose. "There's nothing to be afraid
of... it's perfectly natural."
Picking up on my subtle hint, she looks at my finger
questioningly, then sniffs at the substance lightly. Relaxing
a bit, she glides her tongue over my finger, wiping it completely
clean. The expression on her face as she gets her first taste
is another memorable moment, as she seems both perplexed and satisfied
by the flavor. "How was it?" I ask with genuine curiosity.
"A little salty, and very strange... but I like
its smell, and it does have an appealing taste to it... once I
get used to it."
"Are you sure? I don't want you doing this just
to satisfy me... I want you to enjoy yourself too..."
"Yes... I really do," and as if to prove
her point, she darts her tongue out yet again, swiping over her
wet muzzle and getting another mouthful. Glad that she has recovered
from her original fear, I run my fingers once again through her
moist fur, and have her slowly lick them clean.
Once her muzzle is cleared, I gently guide her down
to my penis, which has laxed slightly and is slowly dribbling.
She moves eagerly with me and begins to slowly lap up the fluid,
working until I am completely clean and my erection is fully restored.
Running her tongue once more across her muzzle, she removes the
last remnants from it, leaving her fur slightly glistening with
her saliva.
Looking into her eyes with deep admiration, I rise
off the bed and pull her up with me and then against my body,
wrapping my arms around her; she brings her arms around and behind
me, completing this tight embrace. The feel of her fur against
my naked flesh is wonderful, as we both run our hands slowly up
one another's backs.
Bringing my head slowly close to her muzzle, I rub
my cheek against hers, as she rubs back against me. Trailing my
hands down to the base of her tail I lightly stroke her there,
feeling her purr resounding from deep within her and lightly vibrating
through both of us. Then pulling my head back slightly, I position
my lips against her muzzle and make contact with her thin black
lips.
As I kiss her, she stiffens up slightly, her pupils
again dilating, and she tries to pull away. Breaking contact with
her, I stroke her back in long slow movements reassuring her.
"It's okay... it's how we show affection where I'm from...
just relax and I think you'll enjoy it." Waiting a few moments
until she's calmed down once again, I finish "would you like
to try that again?"
She nods, a little nervous, but willing to give it
a try. Moving slower this time, I bring my lips against hers once
again. After a few awkward moments, she responds and begins to
get the gist of it. The feel of her thin lips against mine, as
well as her furry muzzle against my face is wonderfully new and
exciting.
Once she has become fully comfortable, I gently nudge
my tongue against her pursed lips. She's again taken a little
by surprise, but reacts quickly, letting it enter her mouth. Exploring
her mouth, I glide over her sharp teeth and rub against the sides
and top, going slow so as not to alarm her. Then gently probing
against her tongue, I urge her to join in and she quickly responds
by pressing and intertwining her tongue against mine.
Within minutes she's responding quite skillfully
for a beginner, and I lose myself in the passion. Continuing to
explore her back with my hands, she does the same to me, then
begins to slowly rocky up against me, stimulating my once again
rock-hard penis with the wonderful sensation of her fur. Before
Long I realize that I'm getting close to the edge yet again and
have to ease off. Slowly extracting my tongue from hers, I pull
away gently and suggest "well, you still owe me that bath
that you promised."
Smiling devilishly at me, she is all too eager to
comply, as she leads me by the hand into the bathroom. Upon entering
the tiny room, I'm disappointed to find that this bathroom is
lacking several of the modern amenities which I'm used to. First
of all there seems to be no toilet present, 'damn they must have
an outhouse out back... so much for a big improvement over using
the woods.' Also, instead of a normal bathtub like I had expected,
there is only a large metal tub in the center of the room. However
these fleeting thoughts are quickly dismissed by the reminder
that she's here to thoroughly bathe me.
There is a lamp on the wall lighting my way, which
she must have lit while she was in here preparing the bath. The
tub, which is about two feet deep and three feet long, is three
quarters of the way filled with water. Sticking my foot in, I'm
pleasantly surprised by its near-perfect temperature. Gently nudging
me with her hands, she guides me into the tub, sitting me down
in the warm water. The fit is a little snug, as I can't stretch
out my legs, but it's not uncomfortable. Easing slowly into the
warm water feels so wonderful as it slowly surrounds me, coming
up to slightly above my waist.
Squatting down beside me, she rests the backs of
her legs on her large ankles, perched on the tips of her toes,
with her legs slightly apart. In this position she is absolutely
gorgeous, since the muscles of her legs are drawn tight and it
heightens my awareness of her exotic digitrade feet. With her
at this level, I get a brief glance down her furry cleavage beneath
her bra as a hint of what lies ahead, as her nipples strain lightly
against the fabric. Running my eyes over her supple form, and
stopping briefly on her white panties, her arousal is quite obvious,
since the spot of moisture there has grown considerably since
we started.
Smiling warmly at me, she reaches down and picks
up the cake of soap and the soft sponge that lie beside the tub.
Dipping the sponge in the water, then slowly rubbing it against
the soap, she builds up quite a lather. Then taking the sponge
she brings it up to my face, and gently caresses my skin with
its soft moistness. Taking infinite care with the task before
her, she slowly washes every inch of my face, then dipping the
sponge in the water once again, she brings it back up and slowly
rinses me.
Then leaning in, and wrapping her arms around me
once again, she brings her muzzle to my lips and deftly kisses
me, this time being the one to force their tongue into the other's
mouth. Returning her embrace, I lightly caress her spine as our
tongues battle against one another in my mouth.
She's definitely a quick learner as she takes subtle
control of the kiss, orchestrating the movements of our tongues
as she explores the regions of my mouth. Then slowing down, she
pulls her tongue back, running its roughness against the roof
of my mouth and over my teeth. Disengaging her furry muzzle from
against my smooth skin, she pauses and then licks my parted lips,
running her tongue along their full length, as I gasp slightly
from this new and wonderful sensation.
Smiling once more, with enjoyment and confidence,
she takes the sponge and then begins to slowly wash my back. She
moves in small circular strokes, gently widening the region she's
covering, starting at the small of my back, then moving outwards
to my shoulders. The feel of the soft sponge, moving against my
skin without my assistance, feels so wonderful as I feel my muscles
loosening under her touch.
Finishing with my upper back, she slowly navigates
down my spine, and then over to my sides, moving upwards, she
moves in gentle arcs, making sure to pay close attention to the
sensitive areas of my lower sides. Taking advantage of my ticklishness,
she once again has me squirming lightly against her touch, grinning
at me deviously.
Moving further down my back, she brings the sponge
teasingly to where my tail would be if I had one, lightly touching
the tip of the crack in my buttocks, then pulling away once again.
After finishing with her ministrations on my back, she returns
to my shoulders and begins lathering up my arms. Since I'm not
too sensitive here, she works a little faster, eager to get on
to more interesting areas.
Lathering up the sponge, she brings it to my chest
and rubs it gently across my pects, gliding across my nipples
several times. As with my back, she's quite thorough with her
cleaning, attending to every inch of me very slow and deliberately.
Running along my sides just briefly, she then comes to my abdomen,
which she washes in small circles, each time coming ever so closer
to my penis, which is straining to reach her grasp. Finally she
is brushing lightly against it as she's washing me in those gentle
arcs, but that's as far as she'll go, intent on teasing me as
much as possible.
Breaking the silence which seems to have lasted forever,
she states "I'll need you to stand up to do a better job
on the rest of you." Her voice is soft yet also sultry, and
I'm all too eager to comply. Taking my hand, she rises and guides
me up, so I'm standing before her with the water coming up to
a few inches below my knees.
Running the sponge along my sides yet again, she
moves upwards toward my underarms. Wishing to make it easier on
her, I lift my arms, bringing them up and behind my head, joining
my hands and stretching for her. She smiles at this display and
then surprises me by leaning in and sniffing gently under my arm.
Looking up at me she states with amusement and little surprise
"this is where your scent is the strongest..."
I had forgot that felenzi don't sweat through their
fur, and like cats, sweat mostly through their hands and feet.
Then remembering how I haven't bathed in a couple of days and
must smell rather ripe from being out on the road, I gasp slightly
in revulsion and fear, hoping it doesn't offend her. As if she
senses my apprehension, she continues honestly "its quite
strong and a little overpowering, but very pleasing to me."
She sniffs at me again, taking in a deeper breath, then gently
washes me there, delighted in the fact that she's found yet another
sensitive spot as I quiver lightly.
Taking care of both of my armpits, she glides the
sponge down my side, and then attends quickly to my legs. Moving
down the outside, she runs the sponge all over my calf, then slowly
repeating the journey, she gently washes the inside of my leg,
paying close attention to my inner thigh. Stopping just below
my testicles, and grinning at my obvious disappointment, she pulls
away to tackle the other leg in the same way.
Teasing my inner thigh yet again, coming oh so close,
then pulling back, she then glides the slippery sponge just beneath
my testicles, reaching behind me with her other hand to take the
sponge as it passes deliciously beneath me. Running it quickly
through the crack of my buttocks, she gives me a taste of that
pleasure before pulling the sponge out to gently clean my firm
cheeks in a slow and massaging motion.
Then finally coming back to the crack, she gently
spreads me open, allowing her better access with the sponge. Gliding
it up and down along the crack, she slowly zeroes in on my anus,
then passing over it quickly several times before lavishing her
full attentions on it. As she makes contact, I gasp yet again
from the wonderful sensations it sends through me, turning to
look at her with deep admiration. She smiles back at me, pleased
with the results of her efforts, and continues cleaning.
First just running the sponge over the rim, she then
presses against its puckered opening, slowly working in and sending
new spasms of pleasure through me, feeling my legs quaking ever
so slightly. She doesn't go too far, not pushing to hard against
my reflexive resistance, but her ministrations are enough to leave
me squirming once again under her touch. Each stroke drives an
electric shock straight to the end of my penis, forcing it even
harder.
Finally when I think I've had enough, and my legs
are threatening to give out on me, she slowly disengages and brings
a hand to my shoulder to steady me. "Thank you..." I
pant, "you learn very fast."
"I have a wonderful teacher" she replies
sensuously, smiling yet again with thanks for all I've shown her
so far, and all I intend to show her soon enough. Then bending
down, she thoroughly rinses out the sponge and lathers it up once
again. From this position, I gaze down at her prone form, enjoying
the way her back and buttocks stretch out before me. Watching
her with great adoration, as her thick, long tail swishes absently.
Rising with a freshened sponge, she finally turns
her attention to my groin. First lathering up my testicles in
a slow and deliberate motion, making short strokes across them
from underneath. Then gliding this sponge upwards she slowly washes
my penis in the same matter. Quite soon I feel that familiar sensation
returning, and not wanting to waste another climax to the open
air, I once again need to lightly take her hands and guide them
away from the object of her affections.
Looking at me a little confused, as if she's done
something wrong, I smile reassuringly at her and softly answer.
"You were doing wonderful dear, it's just that if I let you
continue I'd come very quickly... and I don't want to do so soon...
there's still much more that I'd like to show you..." She
grins knowingly at this and nods expectantly. "Okay... then
could you please rinse me off?"
She complies obediently, rinsing the sponge off yet
again. Then bringing it up, full of water, she squeezes it out
over my shoulders. As the water runs slowly down my back in small
rivulets, the sensation is quite pleasing to my skin burning with
desire. She repeats the process many times, then rinsing me off
with the sponge, she glides it over ever inch of me, removing
even the peskiest of soap bubbles.
Having finished, she simply drops the sponge in the
tub, then takes my hand and guides me out of it, over to where
a towel hangs on the wall. This is a fairly large towel, and as
she brings it to my slick skin, it's also incredibly soft. Drying
me slow and sensuously, she tackles my upper body first, quickly
doing my arms, then rubbing the soft fabric across my chest and
back. Then slowly moving downwards she does my legs, moving upward
to clean my buttocks and raging erection. She is slow and thorough,
but also takes care not to linger to long there, not wishing to
cause me too much pleasure and forcing me over the edge.
Dropping the towel to the floor, she looks at me,
expectantly gazing into my eyes. Reaching out to take one of her
furry hands in mine, I ask "would you like to go to the bed
now?" Her excited nod is very rewarding as I realize yet
again how wonderful an opportunity this is.
Leading her back to the bedroom, and sitting on the
bed once again with her standing in front of me, I hesitate slightly
as she becomes a little uncertain of what to do next. Reaching
up to stroke one of her soft breasts and an erect nipple, I ask
softly "I'd really like to see the rest of you now... would
you please remove the rest of your clothes?"
Hearing this request, she becomes a little nervous
yet again, needing just a slight nudge to cross this next bridge
before her. Not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable, I
simply look lovingly at her, gently pleading with my eyes, but
not trying to force her into this. As she gazes into my eyes,
still uncertain, I continue to slowly stroke her nipple beneath
the fabric restraining it.
Making my strokes more insistent, I take the fingers
of my other hand and place two of them in the center of her chest,
just beneath her bra. Then while continuing my attentions her
nipple, I drag these fingers ever so slowly down her fur, once
again feeling her purrs emanating from deep within her as she
trembles lightly. Brushing over her navel, I then reach down and
touch the rim of her panties. Gently skirting around the top of
the fabric, then following the contours down along her thigh and
along the bottom, I finally come to the ever increasing area of
moisture there.
Lightly running my fingers across the damp fabric,
she lets out a combination of a gasp and a purr, as I have definitely
gotten her attention. Smiling warmly at her, I repeat the process
another time, skirting over her sensitive regions. Then returning
back to the rim at the top of the thin cotton garment, sticking
a single finger in, I gently tug on it, wordlessly repeating my
request.
The sensations I've shown her seem to have helped
calm her fears, and smiling at me with just a little hint of uneasiness,
she steps backwards bringing her out of my reach. Then as I look
at her with anticipation, she slowly runs her hands up her sides,
skirting the edges of her breasts. Reaching behind her back, her
hands locate the catch restraining her from my wanting gaze. Hesitating
again, her face is awash with both arousal and nervousness, looking
somewhat vulnerable and extremely attractive. Part of me wishes
to jump on her, forcing her to the ground and taking her now,
but I hold back, wanting to savor every little moment as long
as I can.
Finally unhooking the clasp, the fabric loosens and
starts to fall. She holds it there a moment longer, then letting
out a small breath, she shyly lets it fall away from her, revealing
her firm breasts with her pink nipples peaking out through the
thin tan fur there. Looking at me, still a little nervous at exposing
herself like this, I smile and nod, licking my lips slightly,
urging her to complete the process.
Taking her hands and running them once again down
her sides, she slowly comes to the rims of her panties. Hooking
her thumbs in on either side, with her claws just slightly extended,
she begins to slowly pull the fabric down, inch by inch. Perhaps
enjoying the feel of the fabric rubbing against her, or becoming
accustomed to this exhibitionism, she begins to smile and continues
to slide the garment off her, making sure to be teasingly slow
about it.
Finally her nether regions are exposed to me, as
her pink lips glisten with her moisture, making a wonderful contrast
against the tan fur region, which tapers down along her inner
thighs. Squatting down slowly, she guides her underpants down
her legs, then stepping out of them and rising to stand before
me in all of her natural beauty.
She smiles at me, her eyes aglow with desire, but
still a little bit of apprehension at what comes next, hesitating,
as if waiting for my instructions. Reaching out my hand, beckoning
to her, she steps forward and takes it. Then slowly pulling her
toward me, I guide her down until she's sitting across my legs,
as I support her back with one of my arms. Once sitting there,
she brings her arms around me in a loose embrace, helping to support
her as she leans back slightly, giving me access to her body.
Placing my other hand on one of her furry breasts
and rubbing her naked rock-hard nipple, she lets out another gasp,
still looking the slightest bit shy and nervous, but also very
aroused and wanting. Already knowing the answer to my question,
I softly ask "Is this your first time?" She nods bashfully,
to which I continue "do you want me to stop?" more teasing
than anything else, pretty much knowing what her response will
be.
Quickly shaking her head, I smile lovingly at her,
to which she responds with her own warm and needful grin. Moving
the hand on her back up to support her neck, I bring her muzzle
once more to my lips as we begin another comfortable kiss. Moving
our tongues quickly together, they once again intertwine, as I
delight in the feel of her slightly rough texture against my smooth
tongue. As we're lost in the kiss, my other hand is kept busy
cupping her firm breast, with my thumb gently rubbing her nipple
in small circles.
After several minutes of this, I ease up with my
tongue movements, and very slowly extract myself from her mouth,
pulling away from her muzzle. Then taking my mouth down to her
breast, moving my hand away to get better access, I slowly bring
my tongue across her nipple, as she lets out a small appreciative
purr. Running my hand from the edge of her breast, down her side
to her haunches, I take her nipple in my mouth and gently begin
to suck on it, as her purrs begin to increase in volume and frequency.
While my mouth is busy at her breast, I slowly navigate
my hand behind her, over her buttocks and coming to rest at her
tail. Reaching my fingers around it at the bottom, I begin to
slowly stroke her there, where her tail meets her body. My combined
efforts have a significant effect on her, as she melts against
me, becoming putty in my hands, and purring wildly.
As her purrs send gentle vibrations through both
of us, she grips me tightly and leans back a little more and arches
her back slightly. I continue my delicate ministrations for what
blissfully seems like an eternity. Then finally pulling my mouth
from her breast, giving her moist nipple one final drawn-out lick;
looking up at her passionately, I take her hand and guide her
slowly up.
She stands on somewhat-wobbly legs, and I need to
place a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Letting her gain her
balance, then leading her a few steps to the center of the bed,
I nudge her to get on it and lay down. She complies, but then
looking up at me as I'm standing there, eyeing her spread out
before me, a little nervousness seems to steal back into her.
Moving slowly, I climb onto the large and wonderfully soft mattress,
crawling down past her feet, then moving up to lay on my side
next to her, my gently-throbbing erection just inches away from
entering her.
Forcing myself to go slow for both our benefits,
I once again smile reassuringly at her, and place a hand on her
firm abdomen, lightly tracing random patterns on it. Coming nearer
to her glistening slit, but never actually touching it, I watch
her face as pleasure once more eclipses apprehension. As I slowly
run my fingers through her soft and warm fur, I soon discover
that the areas of her lower abdomen, near her groin, are as sensitive
and ticklish for her as they are for me.
Smiling wickedly at her, I quickly decide to repay
her for her sensuous torture earlier. Stroking these sensitive
areas back and forth, she quickly begins to squirm under my delicate
touch. Looking once more at her face, she is grinning foolishly
in spite of herself.
Tickling her for several minutes, making sure to
fully repay her for all of the times she had put in this deliciously
agonizing situation, I then ease off and move my explorations
downward. Passing ever so close to her pink lips, yet still not
touching them, I trail my fingers along her inner thing and down
her leg until I reach one of her beautifully exotic feet.
Having moved to a kneeling position to better facilitate
this, I take her foot in my hand and bring it up level with my
chest. Holding her ankle with one hand I slowly begin to trace
my fingers of the other hand all across her large digitrade foot.
Running them first along the bottom of it, coming to her toes,
I glide my fingers between them, then running along the top of
her foot to repeat the process, as all throughout this she is
purring contentedly.
Then while stroking the bottom of her foot once again,
I guide her foot up to my face. Holding her toes under my nose,
I breath in deeply, letting her felenzi pheromones seep into my
nostrils; her scent is musky and heavy with arousal, as I've certainly
gotten her hormones flowing.
Hesitating ever so slightly, I flick my tongue experimentally
across the white fur between two of her toes. Her taste is musky
like her aroma, and it's wildly exciting and wonderfully new to
me. Becoming quite eager, I dive in and quickly and a little forcefully
run my tongue over her lower foot, gliding it through each of
her toes several times, as she purrs with obvious approval.
Getting her fur moist with my saliva, I slow up with
my movements, and give her a few more laps before pulling my tongue
away from her toes. Then once again taking several deep breaths
through my nose, I relish her scent as I continue to stroke the
bottom of her foot.
Then gently lowering her foot back down to the bed,
I resume my slow traces up the inside of her leg, until I'm kneeling
over her, and once more caressing her inner thigh. Then slowly
orbiting inward, I finally come to her glistening slit. Running
my finger lightly along the outer regions of her pink lips, she
lets out another purr-gasp, as for the first time I've finally
touched her naked sex.
She is already so aroused that this one pass coats
my finger tip in her fluids. Gazing down at her, as she looks
back up at me, lost in the pleasure, I smile and bring my finger
to my lips and gently suck it clean. Not able to hold out any
longer, I crouch down over her, and run my tongue over her wanting
slit. Her scent is much stronger here, and is almost overpowering,
as her musky taste urges me on.
Trying to go slow, I force my tongue inside her,
navigating her nether regions and quickly finding her sensitive
spots. Concentrating on these, rubbing my tongue almost forcefully
against her, her purrs begin to increase in power as she moves
slightly against me.
Picking up speed, ever so slowly, in time with the
increases of her purrs, I know it won't be too long until she
reaches her first climax. Caressing her haunches with my hands,
I continue my efforts, waiting for the wave to hit. As her purrs
become even more powerful and frequent, my tongue motions too
have become rather frenzied.
Before long the first contractions hit her, staring
out small, then quickly building in intensity. Holding her firmly
in my hands, I try and continue my lapping as she begins to buck
wildly beneath me. She lets out a series of somewhat loud noises,
which are an arousing combination of moans, purrs and yowls.
Holding onto her haunches, as her climax dies down,
I continue to lick her, but now with long strokes instead of the
concentrated efforts before. Licking up all of her luscious nectar,
she has become quiet, basking in the afterglow of those powerful
feelings.
Finishing cleaning her, I slowly get up and crawl
up to her face, lying down on my side and rolling against her.
Looking into her eyes, they are slightly glazed over, but still
show signs of rational thought as she looks appreciatively at
me. Taking my hand to caress her shoulder, I ask "did you
enjoy that?"
Moving her hands slowly to come around to my back,
and lightly trailing her fingers up and down my skin, she pants
"yes... thank you..."
"Your welcome... but there's still one more
thing I'd like to show you... if you'll let me."
She grins back at me expectantly, and replies, still
slightly panting "yes... I'd like that too."
Rolling fully on top of her, then rising up on my
knees slightly, I slowly position myself with my head resting
against her glistening lips. Rubbing gently against her, she purrs
yet again, as my aching penis jumps to life with the sensations.
Looking down at her a little concerned, I warn her
with a soft and caring tone of voice "this will probably
hurt a little at first... but I'll try and go as slow as I can...
I promise it won't last for long, and then the pleasure will overwhelm
you... Still, if it hurts too much, let me know... okay?"
Hearing this, apprehension steals across her face
yet again, as her pupils widen slightly, but she nods weakly and
tightens her grip on my back. Not wishing to rush her, I slowly
continue to rub against her without penetrating, watching her
face until she once again loses herself in the passion. Then slowly
pushing forward, I begin to enter her, feeling her wonderful warm,
wet tightness surround me.
Going as slow as I can force myself to, I feel the
resistance getting stronger, then releasing suddenly as I push
gently against it. She lets out several whimpers at this and reflexively
grips my back with her claws extended, lightly digging into my
flesh, causing me to gasp slightly. Pausing, trying to hold perfectly
still, her whimpers slowly cease and she eases up on my back.
Reaching up to caress her cheek, as slight tears are forming in
her eyes, I ask softly "are you okay?"
She nods, still a little frightened, and I start
up once again, moving slowly against her. She whimpers again,
and I slow my pace down to a crawl, but still lightly pushing
into her. Caressing her cheek lovingly, I ease her through this,
trying to minimize her pain as much as possible. Her whimpers
soon die down, and I'm finally able to gently pick up speed, still
watching her to make sure she's okay.
Soon enough my worries are over, as she begins to
purr once again as I move against her. Running her hands up and
down my back, she also wraps her legs up around and against the
back of mine, pushing me closer towards her. Getting wrapped up
in the pleasure, she quickly begins to move against me, in time
with my gentle rhythms.
As our motions pick up speed, and her purrs once
again become loud and more frequent, I feel a familiar sensation
building within me, threatening once again to climax very soon.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I idly hope that I'll be able
to hold out long enough to fully pleasure her, but this thought
is lost amongst the wonderful sensations of her furry body moving
in time with mine.
Her arousal has reached high peaks though, and very
soon, I feel her muscles begin to quiver. As the wave hits her
once again, and she becomes even tighter around me, this is all
I need to push me over the edge. Feeling the powerful orgasm throughout
my entire being, I tremble against her, forcing myself even farther
in and spilling my warm fluid within her.
As her contractions die down, milking the fluid from
me, we both collapse against one another, coming blissfully down
from the pinnacles of extreme pleasure. Resting my cheek against
hers, reveling in the soft, comforting feel of her fur, she presses
her cheek against mine.
Lying there for several minutes, she finally breaks
the silence with a simple "thank you" in a soft and
appreciative voice, while gently caressing my back.
Turning slightly to look at her, gazing into her
loving eyes, I respond "thank you too... for letting me be
the one to teach you..." We then continue to lie in silent
bliss, gently stroking and holding each other. However, as the
minutes pass, and reality seeps back in, a disturbing thought
crosses my mind. 'How long have we been at it?'
Turning to look out the window, it's gotten rather
dark out, so it must be really close to sunset, which means we've
been busy for easily over an hour or more. Becoming worried that
she'll be missed, I tense up and ask nervously "you've been
gone quite a long time... will anyone notice?"
Smiling reassuringly at me, she gently strokes me,
trying to calm me down. "No, it's okay. Father will be very
busy taking care of everyone at the bar tonight, so he won't miss
me for a couple hours... I still need to do your laundry, but
I can do that later tonight... I should also be able to slip away
after he's gone to sleep... He'll think I'll be in bed by then,
so we'll have plenty of time together before tomorrow morning."
Then getting a wild gleam in her eyes, she gently
nudges me to turn over on my back. Fluidly rolling on top of me,
surrounding me in her furry warmth, she gazes down on me and grins
devilishly. "Besides, I still think there's still a few things
you could teach me..."
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