I gasped and tried to lie still, whimpering as my pleasure, and my frustration, increased.I gasped and tried to lie still, whimpering as my pleasure, and my frustration, increased. The impulse to have it done and over with was strong, as was my desire to show her how good it felt, and that impulse was being translated in the muscles from my calves to my shoulders straining against the building tension in my groin. I was so close, so damned close, for so long... Finally, I came! Better yet, I exploded, shouting out a loud "Yeah!" as I shot my semen into the air. "Oh, yeah," I gasped again before opening my eyes to look at her. She was grinning like, well, like a Cheshire Felinzi. I reached for her, grabbing her behind the neck and pulling us together, kissing her hard. She didn't seem to be paying that much attention to the kiss, and soft whimpers were coming from her throat as I settled back onto the bed. From her kneeling position she had her left paw between her legs, and I had a bedside view of her masturbating furiously, her fingers tugging and sliding over her clitoris with such speed that I wondered it hadn't burned off from the friction yet. Her body tensed as she threw her head back, but still didn't stop, pressing the ball of her paw against her groin, grinding it back and forth and finally she let out a loud gasp and collapsed forward onto the bed, right next to me, her ass still wildly pumping into the air, her hand against her cunt still pushing her. I just watched, amazed, as she put herself through one, and then another orgasm before finally settling down and holding still. I laughed softly. "It's supposed to be morning, Mehran. What are you doing tiring yourself out this early?" "I'm not tired," she said. "Just sated." I stroked the top of her head as she lay there, catching her breath. "You are one incredible fem," I said, smiling. "As you are an incredible mel," she replied. "Now go get cleaned up; you didn't wash last night, and honestly Ken, you need a bath." I nodded and optioned for a shower instead, enjoying the warm water and the clean feeling once I was out; living with furries I had come to enjoy the joys of shaking water out of my hair, and I indulged myself here, being careful to make sure the shower curtain was drawn before doing so. "So," she said as we dressed. "What are we here for?" On my advice, she chose to dress in a provocative manner; I took a pair of denim pants and made them into shorts with a knife. |